Chapter 20: Oh...My…
POV: Gabby
October 24, 2007; 2:45 am.
Max had left earlier today, his tour bus picked him up on their way to another city. He had been very shocked when he saw the gift Zac presented later that night and yet he still felt he needed to warn me even more after that. I highly doubted that Zac was swaying me with presents or cake, which was absolutely divine. It had the best taste.
Abby on the other hand had texted me and she actually felt like Zac was not who Max claimed. Honestly, I hadn’t seen him take anyone back or anywhere since the last tweets, so either those tweets really had hurt his ego or he just wasn’t in the mood. Then again, I guess I wasn’t helping with the photos and comments, yet he seemed to like them. I was worried that he and Max would never get along, Max really was against him.
I should be in bed but I couldn’t sleep so I was listening to the new music Zac had put on my phone from his laptop. I had the lights in the lounge area off, the blinds closed, and it was creating a calming, relaxing dark room. I was curled up under a blanket trying to get myself to get sleepy. Max and Abby were asleep and while Simon was sending me cock photos and videos I rather was ignoring him.
I wouldn’t have known the door even opened had I not saw the faint light and I looked up. Zac was coming in and I assumed he was too hyped to sleep as well. I removed one ear bud and then heard the door lock. Strange but I kept quiet and reinserted the ear bud, he was probably wanting silence and play time so I kept listening. It was dark, but surely he knew I was here. I couldn’t hear him but I could barely see him until the TV came on, given my position I was still in the darker part of the corner, I guessed he was going to watch TV or play games and when he put a DVD in I assumed it was a movie.
I leaned back some for a bit, listening to some of my favorite songs and when I opened my eyes I blinked. The movie in the DVD player was nothing I’d seen before. It somewhat looked like the X-files movie but wait…were they naked? I hazard a glance at him and found he was watching the DVD but least he was dressed. He really was a strange man.
The first scene was rather boring even in my opinion and I went to tell him but found the shirt he’d been wearing, was now laying beside him. I really should say something or move or hell, anything that lets him know I was sitting here. Yet, it was just shirtless nothing else and he really did have a nice chest, I got to somewhat admire because only the TV was lighting his side of the bus. As the next scene began his left hand ran to the left nipple and I could tell that the scenes were beginning to work, the shorts he was wearing was proving that. His fingers flicked and twisted the left nipple then he moved to the right side.
I should really say something…
My eyes flicked to the TV screen, the girl was blonde and hot and the guy wasn’t bad either. At the moment she was rubbing the guys crotch, I moved back to Zac. Head back, just arousing at the moment, maybe that’s all he was going to do. Ha! I knew better than that and sure enough the left hand began to go run a trail down his chest, headed south. I yanked the ear buds out with the very intention to let him know I was here. But the sound didn’t come from the TV, it was barely audible, what I did hear was my name in a moan.
I’d never heard my name sound like that, sure it’s been said during sex before but never in that breathless tone, never in that sensual way where you just knew something was being done right. His left hand disappeared under the waistband and the rainbow of feelings coursed through me. I wanted to remain quiet and just watch but I knew that was very wrong. Then came my name again, surely the moment his hand made contact with where he wanted mine. I wanted to join then. No matter what, it was wrong to keep sitting here without him knowing.
“Do you always jack off to porn videos while calling my name?”
I had to admit, the sheer look on his face was enough for me, not to mention his entire body froze and that included his hand in his shorts. Complete deer in headlights look.
“I…Y..You..”
I moved to be sitting more in front of him than to his side, letting the light come over me a bit. He had yet to move and his entire face was red, his hands frozen right where they had been.
“I…um…” he stuttered.
I got up and I could actually see his eyes widen with fear as I approached him, I could not be that intimidating in my grey footie pajamas! I sat down leaving a seat between us, could see that he really was not moving and he seemed terrified.
“I can leave.” He said.
“Or you can stay.”
He finally must have realized where his hands were as they suddenly moved, he was nervous wiping them off on his shorts. I slide closer and he turned to me.
“You don’t have to stop either.”
“I’ve never…Not with..I mean…I just…Fuck.”
“Wanna know a secret?”
“Now?” he asked, astonished.
“Yes, now.”
“Sure, why not? It’s not like I can be any less embarrassed right now.”
I smiled. “I like to watch.”
“You like to watch porn? That really doesn’t shock me Gabby.”
I slid even closer and leaned over, he smelled like lemongrass a nice smell and so different from the musky or spiced scents of most.. He barely looked my way.
“Oh..I like to watch porn but I wasn’t referring to the movie. I like to watch what you were clearly going to do before I interrupted.”
I could see the shiver that ran through his body, it couldn’t be because the room was cold either.
“You didn’t mention that before.”
“You never asked if I had any fetishes or weird kinks.”
“Didn’t think I could handle them.”
I got up and got the remote for the DVD player and sat back down, rewound the video and looked at him. I wouldn’t force him to do anything he didn’t want too. He seem to look everywhere but at me at first and then he finally looked at me.
“You’re serious? You...want to watch?”
“Yes. I mean if you’d much rather do this alone then I can step out and go lay down. I will admit that I’m going to wonder.”
“Yet, you keep telling me you don’t want anything or it’s not what you want.”
“Wanting and doing are different Zac.”
“When you watch, is that all you do? You don’t do any kind of participating?”
“Not usually, I just watch.”
His face was lighter, not so bright red. But the way he was acting said he was nervous.
“I’m going to assume that you’ve never done this in front of anyone else, not even your previous two relationships?”
“No, never been watched.”
I leaned in again. “So you’ve never watched either?”
His breathing actually hitched at that and he simply shook his head no. But I could see that he was thinking sexual thoughts, the shorts were slightly raised. I trailed my fingers up his arm, barely letting my fingernails slide against his skin and he shivered again.
“It’s your decision.”
It was quite different to see this side of him, he wasn’t getting any promises from me but he couldn’t decide if he wanted me to stay or not.
“I want you to stay right where you are.”
“You want me this close?”
“Yes.”
“Okay.”
I started the DVD and this close I could tell he didn’t really need to start with the nipples again, but he did. I didn’t say anything just got comfortable, usually I wasn’t this close but it’s where he asked me to stay. His focus was on the movie and I looked, start of the last scene, the better one. Another blonde but he wasn’t reacting the same, a hunch lead me to fast forward the movie.
“What are you doing?”
“You’ll see.”
I wasn’t familiar with it really, Simon had it but I’d not watch it much, just knew there was a scene with a brunette and that’s where I stopped. It was a long blow job segment, but it wouldn’t matter. I settled back watched a few minutes of the movie and turned my attention back to him, one hand had finally went back to below the waist, I could only see the movement of his hand under the shorts, slow movements down and back up. He was feeling a bit more comfortable with me being here.
It was clear the shorts were hindering him, clear he needed lube of some kind as well. I was sure he brought some with him. I waited through the entire oral sex scene, including the ones for her before I leaned in a bit.
“That would be easier without the shorts and I would imagine it won’t hurt if you add something to help.”
“Wasn’t…sure.”
“Do what you normally would.”
He looked at me and I was certain that he didn’t look away from me as he slide the shorts out from under him and down his legs because he wanted to see my reaction when he was free of his shorts. I knew that average didn’t apply to him because I had seen him aroused before, just confined in pants. Yet, I didn’t quite expect him to be that big. No wonder he was arrogant. I tried not to react, yet I was certain the unconscious reaction to wet my lips was enough for him. The cocky little smirk proved it.
“You’re sitting on the bottle I brought though.”
It took me a moment to find the bottle, which was under his shirt too, I popped the top and poured the cool gel over the head of his cock. His left hand came down, spreading the gel. Fuck, I should have thought this through because this was making me question why I wasn’t doing anything. He wasn’t watching the movie anymore, his eyes were on me and I could see them traveling as well. Now that the shorts weren’t stopping him I got to really watch. I always found watching men do this was erotic, it helps to know what they find pleasing, watching his hands slide up the shaft and the thumb would slide over the head, sometimes his hand would twist around, but the key factor was his speed was not slow but not fast, it seemed perfect. Yet, it almost felt like he couldn’t find the right combination to actually finish. It was fairly evident when he seemed to get frustrated with his own handy work!
I slid the zipper of the suit down some watched his eyes follow the zipper, knew his breathing change wasn’t all me but it was helping. He was seeing a lot more than usual, but I was still covered where it needed to be. The movie was near the end by now and I could tell his arm was getting a bit tired but he just switched arms which was hot as hell. I was liking the color of his face, the lustful look in his eyes as he looked at me. None of them had ever looked at me this way. He may not have intended for my name to come from his lips when he came, but it did.
His head laid back against the sofa and I slipped the shirt out from under me and laid it where he could get to it. He really was very easy on the eyes, the light little trail of hair from the navel to the pubic area, trimmed I was kind of shocked he cared about that. The light sheen of sweat and the lemongrass scent mixed with the musky sweat odor was intoxicating.
“Are you going to shower?”
He vaguely nodded and then looked at me. “Wanna join me?”
“I’ll watch.”
“You want to do a lot more than watching, but if that’s what you want.”
“Not all shy now.”
He used the shirt to wipe off some before fixing his shorts, the bathroom was small but I managed to find a seat on the sink. This was different and incredibly fucking hot. The water running down his back, over that perfect ass, where was my camera when I needed it?
When he got out of the shower he toweled off and slipped the clean boxers on.
“I get to see the underwear now? Shocking.”
It took one step before he was standing right in front of me and not even much to get to be standing between my knees instead at them. He leaned in close to me.
“You’ve seen me completely naked, I don’t think just boxers is doing much.”
“True.”
His lips landed on my cheek before he moved away. He went to his bunk and I headed to the back.
“Are you not going to bed?”
“Not sleepy.”
I could tell he wasn’t buying that much. “You look tired Gabs. You should lay down at least.”
“Na, I’m okay.”
I went to the back and was kind of surprised when he joined me.
“What are you doing?”
“We can play games or talk or whatever you want to do.”
I got my phone and sat down. “I’m just listening to music, not like I’m doing a lot.”
He flopped down onto the sofa beside me and I looked at him, confused.
“I’m going to assume that Simon hasn’t stopped calling, texting, or bugging you in general.”
“Based on my phone he’s sent six since you showered.”
“What does he send you?”
“What do you mean?”
“Like what exactly does he send you? Just the generic I’m sorry for being an asshole and sleeping with this blonde bitch that means nothing or is different?”
“Well, there along those lines yes. Love me, forgive me, I’m sorry, I won’t be the same jackass that I was oh hey as a reminder here’s a picture of my dick and oh wait that wasn’t enough let’s include videos. Want to know what he got for my birthday? Another blonde bitch, thought I needed to know.”
“For your birthday he found some women to have sex with?”
“Yeah. He hasn’t changed and he never will.”
“What happen between you and Max?”
“What do you mean?”
He shifted some. “He keeps telling me to stay away, that you deserve better, that you need someone stable. But, at the same time you are positive that he doesn’t want more from you. Are you sure?”
I wondered why he was asking and I couldn’t really answer the question.
“Max was like the only guy in the area and I guess I got a little attached, actually occurs quite often. But um, I went to him like I said and because it wasn’t a onetime thing I guess I figured there was more there than there was.”
“End badly?”
“Understatement of the decade. He tested out of high school, joined a tour and didn’t tell me until the day he left. Never even mentioned it. When he told me he was leaving I did and said everything I could to stop him.”
“You loved him?”
“Told him that multiple times actually. He told me I was too young to know that and that he saw me as his sister and his best friend and nothing more. Brought up the two years of sex and he said it was just beneficial to us both. Then he just left me there in the yard, like I didn’t even matter to him.”
“When did he leave?”
“October 25 th, once he left I guess I realized that I was just a stupid child. He left and I cried for a few days, called Abby and she already knew he was leaving. So, he waited until the last possible time to tell me. I stayed home that weekend and then I went out. First time I ever wanted to do anything beyond drink. After a week of binge drinking and taking whatever the hell I was given I woke up at home. I tested out of school and then just fell apart. I met Newton in December and it went from there.”
“What about when you left him?”
“Come on Zac, you just want to know a number. I can’t give you a number because I don’t know.”
“You don’t have a clue?”
“No. Between Max and Newton there were 2, once I was with Newt it was him and two girls. After I caught him I just felt…alone. I don’t know how many came between him and Simon. It was like May of 2004 when Abigail finally got me to talk and she told me I could do better. So…I tried. It’s when I met Simon. I figured he was older and couldn’t be bad for me. Guess my sense of judgment sucked too.”
“Numbers don’t matter Gabby.”
“Would you be saying that if your own numbers were 1 and 1?”
“Yes. I just wondered with Max because he seemed so protective, didn’t understand why.”
“I guess showing up in March looking like a drowned rat that he’d run through a tumbler sparked something. I don’t think that he and I would ever be more than friends. But, I will tell him to stop being an ass.”
“He doesn’t bother me Gabby.”
“You look sleepy although you should be.”
“You should be too.”
I slightly shook my head. “I’m fine. Go to bed.”
“Only if you join me.”
“It’s a bunk Zac, we both won’t fit. I’ll be fine, I have the day off and I’ll just sleep all day when I do.”
He really wanted to argue with me but maybe he knew it was better not too, so he leaned in and kissed my cheek.
“Thank you for not freaking out.”
“No problem. Thank you for the good show.”
“Anytime. When you lay down, sleep well.”
“You too.”
He got up and went to bed, leaving me in the lounge. I checked the few messages and deleted them and then went to Max’s name.
I know you’re awake. You need to back off Zac, for starters you don’t need to tell him to stay away from me or that I deserve better. He’s not Simon! I am fully aware of his past, fully aware of how many ‘blondes’ he’s been with. Remember Max, you told me I was your friend and sister, I appreciate the protectiveness but I really could have used it in 1999 when you walked away from me.
I told him to stay away because –you- seem to be falling for every trick. Fancy gifts, fancy cakes, and being nice doesn’t mean he wants anything more than to be laid Gabriella. You deserve someone that will treat you that way every single day and mean it, not someone that just wants a tour with benefits chick.
And you think telling everyone to stay away will mean they will!?!?! Simon pulled the same shit Maxwell after the first breakup. Bunch of worthless promises that meant nothing 2 weeks later! Protect me from him. Zac won’t hurt me. If he does then I give you full rights to just tell me you told me so and to deal with it alone.
Wait…are you like WITH him or some shit?!
No, but I won’t close myself off to something with *anyone*, but I don’t need my friends to push people away because they think that person is an asshole. Just lay off, I’m not asking Maxwell. I’m telling you to back off.
He didn’t reply and it was probably stupid to piss off or annoy the person who has basically cared for me for months, but he didn’t give a shit when I was begging him to stay. I listened to another two hours of songs before I finally laid down.