My Behest

Shitty Fuckups and Fanfare

Oops didn’t even begin to cover it. Oops is what you say when you break a pencil. On a sliding scale of Shitty Fuckups, tripping and landing on your boyfriend’s best friends conveniently placed lips while said boyfriend is in the next room totally oblivious to the melodrama would rank up there with finding your wife in bed with your father and claiming it’s not what it looks like. I mean would you believe she tripped and landed on his dick?

“Ward, are you okay? Let me help you up.” At some time during my eclectic musing, Rayne had picked himself up and was attempting to aid me in doing the same.

“Yeah. I really just need to get out of here right now.” I ran agitated fingers through my already frazzled locks. I could barely stand to look at him right now. I mean this kiss was what I had been waiting for the moment I laid eyes on this guy and it happened by accident. It was the worst kiss ever, I mean I know he wasn’t trying but I felt a bit robbed of my first Rayne kiss. I really wanted to talk to Colin about what happened. Plus, now I am not even sure if I would want to drop Christian for Rayne. I mean Rayne is still drool worthy but Christian and I have a sort of connection.

“Here , let’s go. I know somewhere quiet where you can get yourself together.” Rayne said totally inured to my inner battles. I nodded distractedly allowing myself to be led deeper into the dark recesses of the house, up some rickety wooden staircase and across a moth bitten landing to a stuffy but clean room.

The room boasted a large king-size bed of majestic proportions. How the frail decrepit house managed to support its weight will forever be an unsolved mystery. The sheets looked fresh and recently laundered. There was an antique Victorian cupboard stationed beside the bed, clawed feet firmly planted. Next to the door we came in through was a mirrored dresser, barren save for a silver candelabra and a matchbox.

“Where are we?” I whispered. The silence of the room demanded quiet reverence.

“My private sanctuary,” Rayne smiled fondly warm blue eyes fixed on some distant memory.
I took a cautious step further into the room, running my fingers along the wooden poles of the canopy bed.

“I come here when I want time to think or just be alone. It’s a way to get away from the party without really ever leaving.” He continued as if he had never stopped.

“I think I get it. But why this room?” I said sitting on the edge of the mattress and trying not to be swallowed up.

“I think she has a certain type of old fashioned charm. Don’t you?” he inquired cocking his head to the left a bit eyes steady and intent.

“Yeah, positively medieval.” I quipped eliciting a chortle from Rayne.

“You certainly have a way with words, Ward. I like your style.” He smiled joining me on the bed. The pull of his larger weight on the bed brought our bodies together. I could feel the steady rise of his shoulders rubbing against mine with each quiet breath he took. I never knew Rayne thought I had style...Did he really mean the compliment or was that a backward insult I was too dense to get?

“Ward are you listening to me?” He gently coaxed reaching out a hand to smooth my hair away from my eyes.

He had swivelled to face me and was staring right into my eyes. I don’t know how long I had been out of it for but obviously I had missed something important. The hand in my hair stayed there beyond the call of duty soothingly massaging my scalp. It was ecstasy. I had to fight with myself to not moan my pleasure. But I did allow myself the small indulgence of leaning into his touch and closing my eyes. I knew what I was doing was wrong on some level. I mean even though I hadn’t officially done anything adulterous....They say the mind is a powerful thing and mine had definitely had its spinach the way it was working over time on fantasies. My whole body was thrumming with the warmth of Rayne’s touch. I could feel my nipples poking at my shirt uncomfortably so. My body recognized it was in the presence of a god and wanted his benediction. Alas, the body was oh so willing but the mind was too strong.

“Uh Rayne...what are you doing?” I gasped pulling free from his intoxicating lure.

“Nothing, Ward. You just seemed a little tense.” He said leaning closer.

“Uh I think you need to go. I mean...I don’t think Christian would be comfortable with this.” I said trying to be the breath of reason in this chaotic situation.

“Christian is my best friend. He’ll understand that I’m just watching out for you. Don’t worry about it. Come here.” He cajoled fingers massaging my shoulders even as I leaned away. I can’t believe I’m actually arguing with Rayne about letting him touch me. They must have spiked my drink. This was that perfect moment I had been waiting for since I saw Rayne. The moment I got my hands on his fiinnne ass!

“Well, I was feeling a little tense.” I hedged scooting closer. I could practically count his eyelashes. They were just as blond as the rest of him. They were long and sweeping with barely a curl. Neither of us seemed overly concerned with the fact that his hands had stopped massaging and were pulling my head closer. Our lips a hairs breath away, but not touching. His cheeks were flushed a faint pink and my lips trembled with the promise of Rayne Phelps’ taste.

I stared into those brilliant blue eyes, drowning in the sensual, erotic heat that surrounded him. I called myself every kind of slut I could think of, but my conscious refused to get upset by my actions. It felt like we just sat there for hours the want pulsating between us.

“I’m not trying to seduce you you know.” He whispered his limpid blue gaze holding my eyes captive. Rayne reached over and brushed a strand of blond back from my forehead, softly caressing the smooth skin with his thumb as he talked.

“You scare me,” I whispered weakly as his thumb whispered over my lips. I couldn’t deny myself a taste of him. My tongue stroked the pad of his thumb, some wicked part of me glorying in his harsh male groan. If Kara could see me now she would never call me cute or sweet again.

“I don’t want to scare you,” he said, his voice low, dark and sensual. “I want — ”
I never did get to hear the rest, my eyes widened as warm male lips stroked over my shoulder. I trembled, my whole body flushing, heating as I shook within his grip.

“I wouldn’t try to hit on my best friend’s boyfriend.” He continued as if in a trance.

“I know. You’re just watching out for me.” I replied on autopilot.

“I’m not even attracted to guys.”

“I know. You’re just watching out for me.” With each whispered word I drew closer. Our bodies were practically plastered to one another yet our lips remained untouched.

“Rayne.” I gripped his arms tightly, fighting to maintain some semblance of control before I started baying like banshee.

“Easy, Ward.” He steadied me, holding me close as he repeated his whispered caress along my other shoulder. “Are you sure about this?”

Am I sure, like little black dress approved sure. Of course I wasn’t and if he wanted to re-engage my mind in the current proceedings the clod couldn’t have picked a better question.

“Of course, I’m not sure. I’ve only been telling you that we shouldn’t be doing this but you keep going.” I huffed not making any effort to halt his movement.

“Well I could stop if that’s what you really want.” He whispered. “Oh God,” I cried out breathlessly as I felt Rayne’s tongue paint a path of fire behind my ear.

“Please stop,” I moaned even as my one hand tightened on his arm and my other hand crushed him to me.

“I’m going to kiss you now.”

“I know. I want you to.” I sighed. There wasn’t a marching band accomplement, no fanfare, or streamers. Can’t say I was disappointed though because of what it was. It was a quiet moment, tentatively tender, intimate and personal. Though nothing more than the gentle press of lips, I felt it clear through to the tips of my toes. The cool moist touch sent tingles down my spine. I reached up to draw his head closer as I flicked the tip of my tongue against his tightly sealed lips.