You've Lost Your Mind

I stared at the television as Alan opened a text. I could feel his muscles tighten as he pulled his hand off my thigh and to his lap.
"You sure you're alright?" I laughed. What was up with this boy? "You look pretty damn turned on."
Alan stared at the floor, blushing deeply. "That's not it..." he denied softly, fiddling with his nose piercing.
Taking this as my chance, I grabbed the pillow from his lap and threw it behind the couch. He immediately gasped, turning directly away from me. "Care to explain, Ashby?" I said, motioning to his crotch.
Alan scoffed. "I'd rather not."
I had only told Deja I wouldn't have sex with him, I never told her I wouldn't tease. If he could stick around for long enough he might get exactly what he wanted. Maybe.
Grabbing him by the shoulder, I turned him back towards me. I kissed his neck, sucking and leaving a bruise. He let out a shaky breath. "You okay?" I pressed. He was hot, really hot, without a shirt on and I had tried my hardest not to check him out when he'd been only in underwear. It was sexy, okay?
He shook his head, pulling me closer. Trying to get a kiss on my neck, he reached forward. I dodged his lips, pushing him backwards onto the couch.
"Holy shit," Alan breathed. "Controlling. I like it." A smirk grew on his face.
Rolling my eyes, I pressed him against the couch, brushing my lips against his neck softly. He moaned softly as I ground my clothed body against him. Running his fingers through my hair, he pulled my shirt off and threw it to the ground.
I heard a slight sound in the background but paid no mind to it. That was, until I heard a voice.
"Whoa, Alan... Um, I'm sorry bro... I'll be in the uh...kitchen! I'll be in the kitchen."
I pulled off of Alan, falling backwards. "Who the fuck was that?" I gasped, covering my chest with my arms.
Alan's eyes were wide. "Austin," he whispered. Who in the living hell was Austin? He just saw me making out with his friend on the couch in only a bra. Oh shit.
"Who's Austin?" I whispered, looking around for my shirt which was nowhere to be found.
Alan stared at the kitchen door. "He's in my band... And we sort of share this house. I sort of forgot..."
My eyes widened. "That's not the type of thing you just forget about, Alan!" I scolded him.
"Let's uh... Go to the kitchen," Alan suggested.
Still unable to find my shirt, I just sort of thought fuck it and got up after him. I followed him to the kitchen, and Austin's jaw dropped.
"Do I really want to know what the fuck I walked in on?" he asked, directing his gaze to a glass of orange juice on the counter.
"Probably not," Alan said, grabbing the orange juice which was obviously Austin's and taking a swig.
"But Alan, I thought we went over this. Only I can have sex with you!" Austin whined, stamping his foot on the floor.
I sighed, pulling my phone from my pocket and texting Deja four simple words. Sugar, we're going down. I added a picture I'd gotten of the hickey on Alan's neck.

Notes

Short filler chapter. What do you think of Austin walking in on something Mariah never meant to happen?;)