Raunchy Roommate

by Bethany Morgan

  I laughed, shaking my head side to side. "Not unless you want to be a loser," I said playfully, sticking my tongue out at him. Stuart just gave me an irritated sigh, but I could tell he found this game thing rather entertaining. I reached for the shampoo bottle that was next to us. "Let me wash that greasy mess."

  Stuart scoffed. "At least it looks better than your rat's nest."

  I giggled. I poured some of the shampoo that was in Bradley's bathroom into my hands, adding a little water to it so it would foam up into bubbles. I blew some towards Stuart, staring in awe as the shiny bubbles floated towards him. Stuart swatted them away, taking the bottle out of my grasp and whipping the shampoo at me.

  Soon enough, a war was commenced between the two of us, Stuart using shampoo as his weapon of choice while I stayed loyal to the bubbles I had created. The hair product was still flying everywhere, pelting against our naked bodies. Laughter echoed throughout the shower. That is, until I slipped on the shampoo that lingered on the tiled floor.

  Stuart's strong arms gripped onto me quickly, before I was even able to let out a shrill. It was as if he was anticipating this very moment. His biceps pressed against my back as he tugged me closer to him, so close that I could feel his heart beating against my own. Stuart's gaze travelled from my dilated pupils to my plump lips. His breathing grew heavy. As did mine. Stuart nearly retreated away from me, but instead let out an exasperated sigh. "Screw it," He murmured, rapidly slamming my back against the steam-ridden marble tiles. His hands moved from my back to my butt instantly, barely giving me any time to react. And then he finally collided our lips together.

  I smiled in the midst of our kiss, reaching behind his neck to diminish the gap even further. I let my fingers languidly run through his wet tresses as he deepened the kiss, letting his tongue carefully explore my mouth. "Took you long enough," I whispered breathlessly.

  Stuart moved his lips to my neck, sucking on the skin in a passionate manner. He peppered kisses down my neck and all over my collarbones, his hands never failing to skim across every inch of my clean skin. "I love you so much," Stuart mumbled against my shoulder, his finger now dangerously dragging along my slit.

  He backed away from me, giving both of us time to pant. Stuart sloppily reached outside of the shower, grasping the condom that he had conveniently brought inside the bathroom with him. He slid the latex over his length before hastily returning back in front of me, lining himself up at my entrance. "Stu, I really think we are too clumsy for this," I admitted, giggling innocently as I rested my hands on his hips.

  Stuart merely shrugged, instructing me to jump up so my legs were wrapped tightly around his waist and eliminating any space between us. He leaned my back up against the tiled walls again, as if I was a piece of artwork that needed to be pinned onto it. I gripped onto his muscular shoulders to steady myself. He looked up at me through his water-coated lashes just to make sure, and I gave him a confident nod. And then he rammed into me.

  My back arched off of the wall, a loud gasp escaping my mouth. Shower water was still raining over us as Stuart concentrated on his thrusts, with one of his hands placed firmly underneath my butt and the other hand pressed onto the wall behind me. He was moaning and muttering profanities under his breath in the raspiest tone I had ever witnessed, and it had to be one of the hottest noises my eardrums had ever been blessed with.

  "You're the only girl I ever want to do this with. Hell, you're the only girl I ever want to be with at all," Stuart told me, his eyes clamped together. I rocked into him a little bit. "Shit. Ann. You're the best."

  I kissed him on the lips again. Maybe this stupid game wasn't such a bad plan after all. It led up to this very moment. It was passionate and messy and only minutes before had we been tossing around shampoo like two children. But that was a perfect sum of our relationship. It might be a little dysfunctional and it might have taken awhile to get here, but we understood each other in an indescribable way, and that made everything worth it.

  Chapter 64

  Stuart

  "Hey slow-poke, do you want to maybe get dressed already?" I complained, buttoning up the jeans that always hugged my legs while Annabel merely stood in front of the mirror, with only a towel clinging around her body, combing through her wet hair.

  She sighed. "I don't want to put my dress back on. I think I'll just stay naked all day."

  I rolled my eyes at her, lifting my shirt back over my head. "Yeah that's not going to happen," I ordered, throwing my shirt at her. "I'll steal one of Bradley's. Can you please just cover yourself up before the boys wake up? And dammit, put some underwear on already!"

  Annabel giggled innocently, letting the towel fall so she could slip into my oversized shirt that fell to just above her knees. She looked adorable in it. Even better than in that dress she wore last night. Seeing her in my clothes is such a nice reminder that she's my girl, a feat that I will always be proud of.

  Annabel took a step closer to me, placing her hands on the nape of my neck. She had a giant smile covering her face. "I had a lot of fun this morning," Annabel told me, pressing a kiss onto my cheek.

  I felt my cheeks warm up as recollections of what had happened only a few minutes ago raced through my mind. It was the perfect morning. And I couldn't have thought of a nicer way to wake up, even with a raging hangover.

  I nearly forgot our surroundings during that shower. I just only thought about her. But now reality was hitting me. I quickly backed away from Annabel. "Well I hope you'll have fun getting caught if you don't hurry up and get back downstairs."

  She clicked her tongue to the roof of her mouth. "Fine," Annabel huffed, as I opened up the bathroom door and made a beeline for Bradley's bedroom. I took the first shirt out of his closet that I saw, leaving behind an empty plastic hanger that dangled from the silver rod. The four of us all steal each other's clothes anyway, so I don't think Bradley will even bat an eye when he notices my choice of apparel.

  Annabel exited the bathroom shortly after, carrying her silver dress in one hand. Her legs were bare, with the absence of pants, but my shirt was so long that it covered her up. I wasn't going to argue anyways. I was just glad she was somewhat decent and not teasing me any further. I got enough of it with that stupid game she made up.

  I peeked inside the den after traveling downstairs, spotting Benjamin and Bradley still sprawled out on the floor. The light from the window was illuminating the room, and I could guarantee that the blinding light would cause them to wake from their slumber momentarily. Clayton, however, was nowhere to be found.

  Annabel followed behind me into the kitchen, even though I lost the game and had to make breakfast all by myself. A familiar figure stood against the counter, his curly hair appearing to be a disheveled mess, as his arms were crossed against his chest.

  "You two are disgusting," Clayton declared, shaking his head at us.

  "What are you talking about?" I asked playfully, even though I was fairly certain what he was referring to. I opened up the fridge, searching for some food to make.

  Clayton chuckled at me. "I woke up and find you two missing. Then I hear the shower on. And then you come downstairs and Annabel is in your shirt and you both have wet hair. It doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure it out."

  Annabel's face was bright red. "Sorry, Clay," She mumbled, glancing at the floor instead of making any eye contact with him. "I told him it was a bad idea! But we both needed to shower! It was just to save time, I swear."

  "Ann, you're not on set right now. There's no need for your acting skills," Clayton teased, making me let out a little giggle. Her mouth dropped, only furthering her own embarrassment. "I'm only messing with you guys. You don't have to apologize, McKenziefish. I get it."

  I decided on making scrambled eggs, since that was the only thing in the fridge besides random junk food and cases of beer that had yet to been open. I guess Bradley's parents going away for the weekend meant that he had access to revamping their entire refrigerator.
/>   I turned on the stove and cracked some of the eggs into a bowl, leaving the shells in the garbage disposal side of the kitchen sink. I heard Clayton leave the room and then Annabel sauntered over to me, wrapping her arms around my waist and hugging me from behind. "I can still help you if you want."

  I spun around, pulling her body close to me and viewing her head tilt upwards to smile at me. "No, it's okay. I'm actually the best scrambled egg maker that walks the face of the Earth, so I don't think you would be much help to me anyway."

  "Oh yeah?" She asked with amusement, raising her eyebrows at me. I nodded my head, feeling my lips curve upwards into a grin. "Well I'm the best bacon maker on the planet, so I think you could use some help."

  I shrugged. "There's no bacon in the fridge. Sorry babe, but you're out of luck. Guess I'm just automatically the winner this time."

  "No bacon?" Annabel repeated in sheer shock. She backed out of my grip, opening up the freezer for any sign of the meat. I watched her search through cartons of ice cream without any sign of bacon. It was sort of cute how determined she was.

  Annabel huffed, shutting the freezer door. "Well, that's disappointing. I'm going to have to lecture Bradley about this later."

  "Why don't you do it right now?" I suggested, spraying the pan with a layer of non-stick spray before dumping the eggs onto it. "It's about time they wake up."

  She smiled in a mischievous manner. "Okay," Annabel agreed, a look of excitement covering her features. She lifted herself onto her tippy-toes to peck my lips quickly, before dashing off into Bradley's man cave.

  Minutes later, I faintly heard yelling and laughter, which I assumed meant that the guys had finally awoken. I continued to focus on my scrambled eggs in order to make the most delicious breakfast that was humanly possible.

  I transferred the eggs from the pan on the stove onto a few plates, setting them out on the table. I walked over to the room we had all crashed in last night to let them know that I had made breakfast, probably the best breakfast ever and it was going to make their taste buds throw a party.

  The four of them were all playing some video game and were pressing rapidly on each of their controllers. Benjamin and Clayton were on one sofa, and Annabel was sat in front of Bradley on the other, her back against his stomach with his arms wrapped around her body.

  This would usually make any guy jealous, but not me. I actually love seeing my friends hang with her. Of course I know Bradley is probably loving getting to have a girl as beautiful as Annabel in his arms, but he would never go any further than their current friendly contact, and I know very well neither would Annabel. She absolutely loves me, almost as much as I love her, and I don't have to worry about anyone stealing her away. It's not like that at all. I love that they are all friends because it's just going to make it easier when we live together again someday.

  And at the end of the day, I'm the only one who gets to see her in her most vulnerable state and I'm the only one who gets her complete attention. My friends can taunt me all they want about being whipped because it's true. Well, mainly I'm just in love, and if being called a lame word in attempt to belittle my masculinity is the price, then so be it. And it's evident that she loves me, even after everything that has happened and even while she is cuddled up against my best friend. I mean for God's sake, she's wearing my shirt as she sits on Bradley's lap, barely even an hour after we just had sex. I think it's obvious who her heart is with.

  "I made breakfast everyone!" I cheered, yet no one even looked up at me. They were all too consumed with whatever game they were playing. Annabel was the only who glanced over, and she grinned at me, which only filled me with even more happiness at being acknowledged. "Hey, assholes. Turn off the game and come eat."

  "Fine," Benjamin huffed, pressing a button on the television that ignited a chorus of groans. "Morning, Stu. How's the hangover, pal? See what I did there? It rhymed."

  I rolled my eyes at him. "Are you still drunk?"

  Benjamin laughed lightly, standing onto his feet. "No, I don't think so. I think I'm just excited for this new year."

  "Maybe this will be the year your balls finally drop," Bradley deadpanned, not even cracking a smile at his own joke. Benjamin just smiled at him, not one bit fazed by Bradley's comment, as the rest of us stifled out a laugh.

  Annabel climbed off of Bradley's lap, setting her controller onto the table. She followed Benjamin out of the man cave, sliding her arm around my waist as I slung mine over her shoulder, leading her over to the table and chairs. The rest of the group filed in, everyone picking up their silverware to eat my gourmet scrambled eggs.

  "This is kind of nice, all of us eating together," Clayton stated, lifting his fork up to his lips. "I mean, it's like we're all one big happy family. A family that gets drunk together and has sleep-overs and makes fun of each other. It's nice. I love you guys."

  "Can we all have breakfast together every morning?" Benjamin asked, his blue eyes filled with hope.

  I groaned, letting my head hit the back of my chair with a thump. "I am not getting up early everyday on our break just to eat with you guys," I whined, which made all of my band-members pout and Annabel softly giggle at my annoyance. "How about we save that for tour?"

  "Sounds good to me," Clayton agreed, lifting his glass of orange juice to clink it against mine.

  "It's too bad you guys are going back on tour again. I don't know what I'm going to do without all of you," Annabel murmured, fixating her gaze on the yellow eggs as opposed to looking at either one of us.

  I frowned, placing my hand on her thigh. I didn't want to face the fact that we would be leaving soon, but I was positive that I wasn't going to let it be a repeat of last time.

  "Hey, we'll make sure we all stay in touch this time," Bradley insisted, shooting a warning glare in my direction. "And we won't give Stuart any bad advice before we leave either."

  Annabel laughed, but silence soon crept back over the five of us. I knew she was doubting everything, but I had to make sure she knew that I was for real. I had learned my lesson; I would never let go of a relationship as strong as ours ever again. I couldn't. She was my best friend.

  I leaned over to whisper in her ear, letting my lips barely trace against her skin. "After this will you go somewhere with me? Just the two of us?"

  She nodded her head. I sat straight up again, clearing my throat. "Want some more ketchup?" I asked Annabel in a normal tone, picking up the bottle. She nodded her head again.

  Carefully, I squeezed out the ketchup onto her plate, forming letters with each squeeze. It now read "Love you" over the tops of her eggs, and there was now a gigantic, genuine, grin stretching from ear to ear on her face.

  "Where are we going?" Annabel asked through pants of breath and mild laughter. I still tugged on our intertwined hands, causing her to run just as fast as me.

  I abruptly stopped at the end of the parking lot. Our heads tilted upwards to stare at the massive bus in front of us. It was silver and shined underneath the dim lighting of the parking garage lights.

  I motioned my head towards the door, rummaging through my pocket to grasp the set of keys I picked up earlier. "Come on, Anna," I said in a sing-song voice.

  Her eyes widened in surprise. "We're going in there?"

  I smiled, opening the door to the bus up. "Yes, Ann. Being a rock-star has its perks sometimes."

  She rolled her eyes at me, following closely behind me as we stepped onto the cramped bus that I was fairly accustomed to. I noticed the familiar black leather couches and the TV's that I spent hours watching movies on to make the bus rides more enjoyable.

  Annabel's face lit up in awe as she twirled around inside the bus. "This is so cool!" She chirped excitedly, leaping onto the sofa and lounging across the length of it. "What are we doing in here? Are we taking a road trip? Or are we just hanging out? I'm fine either way. This is so cool. It's like a house on wheels."

  "Have you never been in a tour bus before?" I questioned, leaning again
st the wall of the bus to watch her as she inspected every detail of the bus, seeming to be incredibly interested and amused with even the littlest things.

  "I've never been on one before! Actors don't get cool shit like this," Annabel said with a laugh as she touched everything in her sight. "A full kitchen on a bus! A stocked fridge while you drive across countries! Dude, I am so jealous of you. This is so cool."

  "You're so adorable," I blurted out, not being able to hold back any of my thoughts. I loved her excitement with everyday things. It made me want to push away all of my complaints and pessimistic thoughts and enjoy the little things.

  I walked down the narrow hallway that was lined with bunks, except they were completely empty and stripped of the sheets and blankets that typically covered each tiny bed. "Okay, this is what I wanted to show you."

  "What? A bunk? Oh my God, that's where the term 'bunk beds' comes from. That's so cute. Who do you sleep next to? This is so cool," Annabel rambled off, her eyes scanning the entire place.

  "Ann, baby. Calm down for a second," I said softly, placing my hands on the tops of her shoulders in an attempt to get her to relax. She was the cutest thing ever, but I was about to be serious for once and I couldn't have her creating havoc.

  Annabel's cheeks flushed until they were rose tinted. "Sorry," She muttered shyly. So I kissed her forehead.

  "It's okay," I assured her, giggling momentarily at her change in attitude. I took a step back, pulling on the curtain covering one of the bunks to reveal a bottom bunk at the end of the row. "Now, do you know what this is?"

  "A bunk?" Annabel guessed, her eyebrows knitting together in confusion. She cocked her head to the side. "Didn't we already go over this?"

  I smiled brightly, filling happiness and nerves bubble up in my stomach because of what I was about to say. "Yeah, but not just any bunk. This is our spare bunk. It's in need of a really good owner. Right now, we usually just fill the bunk with our clothes or gifts from fans and it turns into a complete mess. I think we need some new organization methods."