I'm backkkk!! 

includes a bit of spicy content but also mild language some may find offensive - set just after season 2

Alsooo it's pretty long so may take a while to read, depending on your pace :)

James's POV:

I loved moments like these. When I'm sat on my bed, cuddling my girl and holding her as physically close to me as possible. Her head rested just below mine, her fingers drawing mini patterns over my semi-toned, naked chest, her soft locks of hair brushing against each one of my perfectly worked abs. 

The TV played in front of us, though Riley was paying a lot more attention to it than I was. Instead, I was focused on her, lightly combing my fingers through her hair and occasionally moving my hands down to resting by her curved hips. She was gorgeous, especially when she was practically sat on top of me right now in nothing but her black set of lingerie following the extreme make-out we had just exuded. 

I'd taken her silence into consideration since that was extremely unlike her, especially at this time of the day. It was only the middle of the afternoon and neither one of my parents or siblings were home so I was expecting her to be a lot more talkative right now. It was strange how she wasn't. 

We've been dating for three whole months now and we told each other we loved one another at Nationals only two weeks ago. I'd like to think I know her pretty well by now to the point where I'm able to tell when she's keeping things from me. But knowing her, I'm smart enough to know not to question her. She'd only lie to me and get annoyed if I continue to pester for information. 

As I twirl a strand of her recently cut brown hair around my finger, I linger my lips over the top of her scalp, pecking several kisses along her hairline and softly along the side-parting that divides her hair so perfectly. She shuffles in my touch, leaning her head further back against my chest to make herself comfortable and I chuckle at the sight.

Slowly and gradually, I move my lips down the side of her head, meeting her temple and then eventually the parents to my taste-buds meet her neck. Thankfully, she catches onto what I was doing and tilts her head sideways a little, but even as she does that small action, she still seems tense. I massage her sides with my hands, my thumbs subtly stroking her hips whilst my palms fully caress her body. I begin to suckle and softly bite her skin until the slightest moan departs her lips and she's gawping from my touch.

"James . . ." she breathes. I'm about to continue, this time bringing my tongue up to her earlobe where I lick it lightly to pleasure her before involving my lips. She moans again, though I can't tell if it's out of lust or pain as my teeth accidentally bite the sensitive part of her skin. 

When she doesn't tell me off or stop me in any way, I move my lips to her bare shoulder and pay attention to the part of her skin she's more secure and aware of. Simultaneously, I lower my hand from her hips and eventually to her thighs. Her breathing hitches, pausing for a moment. I smile, enjoying my gentle tease when I place my hand on her thigh before slowly separating her legs one away from the other to have access to the part of her body where I can pleasure her most. However, when I least expect it, she places her hand over the top of mine and retracts it from off her skin to move onto my chest.

"Is . . . Is that uncomfortable?" I ask her softly, tucking her hair behind her ear with the worry building up inside of me. She turns her head around and sighs, biting her lower lip whilst absent-mindedly tracing her fingertip over the short, growing bristles on my chest.

"No, I . . . I like it," she tells me with a tender smile. I smile back at her, looking at those three words as though it were my cue for me to continue, but just as I remove my hand from hers and am about to reach down there, beneath the covers again, she stops me by wrapping her small palm around my wrist, firmly holding it to keep me at a halt. "But, before we get physical, we need to talk about something," she states. I look into her eyes as I hear those words: either she wanted to talk about our relationship, our duet, or sex. And for some reason I have a strong feeling this conversation is diverting towards the latter.

"Okay, what's wrong, baby?" I ask her, trying to keep myself calm but when a girl says those words, it can never mean anything good. For whatever reason, the way she said "we need to talk" gives me the exact same amount of anxiety as when my mother hits me up with those words. I shouldn't be scared of what Riley has to say though. From what I know, our relationship is perfect right now. My feelings only seem to be growing stronger for her within each day that passes and sitting with her right now with her body perched above mine, I know I wouldn't want to be with anyone else.

"My half-brother's coming back from Uni next week," she says, continuing her harmless act on my chest. "And he, um, he's never actually met you before so I thought it'd be good if you could."

"Yeah, sounds great, Ri," I tell her, but despite my enthusiastic tone relating to the situation, she still seems worried. I move my hands to hold her by the waist, turning her body around completely so that she was sat sideways on my lap. "That is great . . . isn't it?" I question.

"It's fine. . . It's just. . ." she hesitates and looks into my eyes, the look inside of them matching mine as a reflective glint shimmers inside each of her perfect irises. Every time I look at those hazel eyes of hers, she only looks all the more beautiful. "He tends to get into a lot of fights with a lot of people. And he's a year older than you and is extremely protective over Em and I. I know you can sometimes lose your temper a bit too and struggle to remain calm sometimes so I just wanted to let you know before the two of you-"

"Babe," I chuckle, cutting her off. She stops rambling and breathes out, noting my intentions of calming her down. "I won't lose my temper with him, okay. I promise you. If there's one group of people I want to make a good impression on in order for us to stay together, it's your family. I'll be on my best behaviour," I joke, a small laugh added to the end. It seems to convince and reassure her though as she nods her head slowly and then her warm hands cup my cheeks in order for her lips to connect with mine. "I love you," I mumble, fighting the pure heat she's passing onto me through just this one kiss.

Pulling back, she clasps her hands around the back of my neck and reaches forward to rest her forehead against my own, her stance causing my eyes to meet the cleavage which is exposed from her bra as her breasts spill out by the slightest, turning me on so much to the point where the bulge in my pants begins to ache. Her lips tighten but in a slight smirk. She knows what she's doing to me, and it makes her look so damn hot.

"You can prove how much you love me by being a good boy for Luke."

I'm about to respond but then she brings her lips towards my ear, her lips brushing my lobe delicately before she grants me with her seductive whisper.

"I do get sick of being a good girl for you sometimes, you know."

And then she pulls away and smiles innocently despite the fact that what she had just said was far from innocent. I knew exactly what she was implying and I find it extremely difficult to resist not just pinning her beneath me right now and deterring her from all the innocence she has yet to let go of.

~

Walking through the hallway by the studio, I had my phone in hand as I texted Riley, asking her where she was so we could meet up. I hadn't seen her all day and I didn't even get to give her a ride to dance either since she had told me she was walking. It was a bit strange because she never turns down a lift from me but it didn't take me long to sum up the reason why she was walking. That assumption being that she had decided to spend more time with her brother than with me.

Rolling my eyes and frowning when I don't get a response from her despite her reading my message, I put my phone inside the empty pocket of my joggers and continue to make my way to Culture Shock, where she most likely was. However, as I'm walking there I come across West, Eldon, Hunter and some other guy I hadn't met before talking in the corner. I'm about to just walk straight past them and continue my search for Riley instead but that's before I hear one of them say her name.

"You mean Riley?" the brown-haired guy chuckles. He was leaning against the wall, arms across his chest and cigarette in the corner of his lips. "Yeah, she's annoying as fuck. Always trying to get involved in people's business when she's nothing but a pathetic child," he laughs. Hunter chuckles along with him, putting his hand out as if to ask for a cigarette himself, which the guy shortly deals him with along with his lighter.

"You know her?" Eldon questions, but he wasn't laughing along with the rest of them.

"Obviously. She's such a wimp," the guy smirks once again and the more words that leave his mouth, the more my blood begins to boil. I don't know who this guy is, let alone who he thinks he is, but I do know that bad things will happen to him if he doesn't stop criticising my girlfriend. "She's constantly crying too. Obsessing over some dumb band I've never even heard of in my life and the way she gets so anxious around people is hilarious, bro. You should see it. The way her legs shake and she bites her nails. They're so fucking bitten you can literally see her flesh reddening underneath it-"

"Yo," I cut him off, making myself known in this situation. All the guys turn their heads around to look at me and as soon as West, Eldon and Hunter's eyes meet mine, their pupils widen.

"Uh, James . . . How's it going, man?" Hunter questions but I know what they're all thinking. They all know I heard what I heard. In fact, the only one who doesn't seem the slightest bit nervous right now is that guy. The guy with hair slicked down to the side, smoking in a place where it's prohibited and smirking as if he even knows who I am. My phone pings with a text message, most likely from Ri, but I don't bother checking it.

"I don't know who you think you are," I begin, taking a step closer to the unnamed person who's suddenly made himself a friendship with my own group of friends. I ignore Hunter's previous question and allow my eyebrows to furrow. The smirk on his face doesn't deteriorate as I move closer to him, it only grows, like I'm giving him that much more power. "But don't talk about Riley like that. You don't even know her."

"And who are you?" he scoffs in my face.

"I think the bigger question is who are you?" I respond.

"Listen, if you have a crush on Riley, there's nothing to be embarrassed about. If you want to become a loser like her then that's totally fine. Or you can even turn her into a hoe and-"

I slap him across the face right then before he has the chance to finish his sentence. The shock of my action causes him to tremble slightly and I view his weak spot as he stumbles, his head rotating to the side. He looks back up at me and a sneer emits onto his face as he stands back up again, throwing the cigarette on the ground and stomping on it before hauling himself over to me and pushing me by the arms until I'm all the way backed up against the wall.

West calls my name, telling me to stop but I don't. I can't. I still don't know the name of this guy but I know he's trouble, calling my girlfriend names that don't describe her with the smallest bit of accuracy. Just repeating his sentences in my head makes the anger pierce through my skin and I throw him off of me onto the floor so that I can punch his face. He doesn't stop chuckling, smirking and snickering at my moves but I know he's in pain. My fist meets his nostrils and I punch him three times in that particular spot so hard that he begins to bleed, his crimson blood drawing down his face and meeting his upper lip.

"Don't you dare talk about her in that way," I say between punches. 

"Why not? She's a worthless piece of shit." My fist meets his stomach and I punch his top so many times that his clothing become disoriented, causing it to rise and allow my clenched knuckles to meet his skin. It already had a large red bruise there but it was so much bigger that it puts me off. I don't know if that was from me or from another fight but I know I can't go any further. I keep my hands pinning him on the floor as I hover on top of him before allowing my eyes to meet his, and it's then that I realise how familiar his eyes looked.

He laughs at me and that's when he's able to take control. The realisation hits me and I can't do anything else. I allow him to take over. I allow him to hover on top of me and punch me until it hurts. I allow him to take full control as I reminisce over Riley's words last night. 

You can prove how much you love me by being a good boy for Luke.

Luke. That's his name. He has Riley's eyes. The same hazelnut brown eyes as hers. It was what stopped me from beating him up. His eyes which remind me of Riley. He punches my stomach, slapping me across the cheek so hard that it stings. He has full control over the situation and yet I just sit there, allowing him to do it because of how much of a jerk I am.

She knew this would happen. That's why she told me to be good. If I had been good, neither Luke now I would have been so triggered so as to get into a fight. She knows both of us too-well. Either I would have lost my temper or he would, so that's why she warned me. But I didn't even take notice.

Suddenly, a gasp fills the room and I let go of the guy's arms at the familiar sound of it.

"James!" she shrieks. Turning around, I meet her worried face as she rushes over to me. West, Eldon and Hunter had backed away but by the way they were standing so close to where Riley was previously stood, I know they were the ones who had gone to get her. She pushes Luke off of me, suddenly a whole lot stronger than him since he had clearly lost all mounds of strength he had inside of him due to punching me.

"Baby," I mumble, burying my head into the crook of her neck. Luke stares at us in shock, a scowl clear on his face as his eyes narrow. Riley cups my cheeks and looks into my eyes before shaking her head, sighing and flinging her arms around the back of my neck. Rubbing her back, I kiss her temple and I feel my chest slowly rising up and down, the lividity which was once inside of me diffusing.

"I'm so sorry," she whispers. "I tried to warn you, James." She pulls away from me, moving her hand to link it with mine while I caress her by the hips, my thumbs stroking over her skin ever so softly. She looks up at her brother with an extreme look of distaste as she scowls at him. "What the fuck is wrong with you?!" she practically yells at him. Taken aback, my subtle movements come to a halt. I've known Riley for years but never have I ever heard her swear. 

"Riley," I whisper lightly into her ear, already knowing she'd received the wrong idea. She pays no attention to me, just continues glaring at her older brother.

"I get that you're popular and muscular and your testosterone is uncontrollable at this age but you seriously couldn't help yourself, could you? You just had to get into a fight with my boyfriend. You just love to see me unhappy-"

"Save me the sappy stories, Riley," he cuts her off, his voice a lot more harsh than hers as it raises while he rises to his feet. "It was that boyfriend of yours who punched me in the first place. Jeez, you really are pathetic," he huffs.

Stunned, Riley turns around to look at me but in her eyes is a look of hurt and betrayal I haven't seen before. 

"Babe, I didn't even know he was your brother-" I try to defend myself but she cuts me off completely, her grip on my hands loosening.

"You started the fight?" she whispers, excluding my previous statement. "James, you promised me you'd be on your best behaviour."

"Riley, I didn't know, okay. If I had known . . ."

"So because you didn't know that somehow makes it okay?" she asks rhetorically, her voice growing the slightest. I watch as the smirk on Luke's face grows but he doesn't bother defending either one of us as West shakes his head and begins to lead all four of the guys out, leaving my girlfriend and I alone. She shakes her head, biting her lip as her eyes evolve around my face, examining me. "Why did you do it?" she questions.

"Riley-"

"I said why did you do it, James?!" she yells, clearly losing her patience with me but it only makes my skin itch and head ache as I lose my patience with her just as much.

"If you had heard the things he was saying about you, you would have done the exact same! You don't get to act all perfect just because you don't have anger issues!"

"What the hell was he saying about me that was so triggering you couldn't contain yourself?" she probes, curiosity leaving her throat along with the small amount of sarcasm. "James," she says, only a few seconds later. I bow my head and shake it. I can't tell her. Why would I tell the girl I love horrible things her brother said about her? I can't even get my head around it myself.

"It was just . . . a few potentially unfriendly things."

"Things like what?"

Silence finds it's way into our conversation and to reassure me that she wouldn't freak out if I told her, she holds both of my hands, squeezing them softly.

"Talk to me, Jay," she whispers, tears forming in her eyes. "Whatever he said to you can't be as bad as some of the other things I've been told in my life. So just say it." She uses her finger to lift my chin up, forcing me to look at her. She's beautiful. The complete opposite of what Luke had called her. I know that siblings have their banter sometimes but what Luke said was far from jokes. He was making fun of her and if it's something he does everyday, then he's basically bullying her. 

"He called you pathetic. He said you're ugly and basically that you're a loser and a hoe . . . and . . ." I look at her. I can't say the rest. I can't. "And that you're . . ."

"A worthless piece of shit?" she whispers. I look at her and raise an eyebrow, wondering how in the world she knew. "I heard him shout it. I thought he was talking about you though and I thought that's what had led to you losing your temper." She stops talking and looks at me, the strength in her eyes slowly crumbling down along with her confidence. She helps herself to her feet and combs her hair back out of the way of her face.

"Riley," I call her as I watch her stand up, about to walk away from me. I quickly get up onto my own two feet and pull her back by the hand lightly. "Where are you going?"

"I love you, James, but I really just need to be alone for a bit please, okay," she tells me. She reaches onto her tiptoes and kisses my cheek lightly but it was so quick that by the time I open my eyes again, her fingers slip through mine and I watch as she walks away, pacing slowly through the corridors.