Missing [ST]

Fifty Nine

"Shit!" Leah shrieked, for what could have easily been the hundredth time.

She was stressed. Actually, borderline hysterically stressed. Clothes in her arms tried to be concealed somewhere, but ended up being dropped back to the floor because they were still wet. Frantically trying to think of a solution, but not being able to because she didn't know what she was doing.

The only thing she did know was that Tina was home early for a Friday and she could not, for one second, let her see-

"Stop sayin' shit. Is'not gonna make a d'ffr'ence."

Steven's slur into his pillow made Leah snap her attention to the human lump in her bed. A bare back showed the ridge of his spine from his hunched position, straggled ends of his hair bunched at his neck, and revealed little marks from her nails present on the back of his ribs.

Steven, who she had just had sex with, and was thirty seconds ago, giving a hand job to. Steven, who was also about to give her a third orgasm of the day. Steven, who she wanted to kiss constantly for accepting her, even if he tickled her until she cried.

"Jesus Christ, Steven." Leah rushed over, pulled the duvet down all the way, and slapped her hands on his shoulder to roll him over. "My flatmate's here. She's- you need to hide right now."

"Leah? Where the fuck are you?"

Steven, bless him, did not look happy as he lay on his back. Leah herself wasn't exactly pleased about the rash pulsing between her legs, or how she ached with emptiness that his fingers had been curing, but he was probably a lot closer than she was.

She certainly felt it in her hand.

He sighed, which disrupted her wandering eyes that had landed on his dick situation, and sat up. Gave her an unsatisfied look with drooped eyes that couldn't be hidden by messily dried, fluffy hair, and pulled up his boxers that were halfway down his thighs in painful defeat.

"Name?" he asked tiredly, adjusting himself.

"Wha-"

"Her name, Leah."

Leah stepped away as he swung his legs off the side of her bed. She even watched him stretch out his back either side so it clicked.

"Justine, but she prefers-" She stopped when Steven got up. Her eyes lifted over his puffed out chest from a deep breath, and landed easily on his brown eyes. "Wait, what are you doing?"

Warm hands sunk down on her shoulders, and then he pressed a kiss to her forehead.

"I'll deal with it."

Leah blinked at him in shock.

"Wha-uh, no. No, stay here. You're not going out like that."

She gestured crazily to his junk which was difficult to miss when the outline of his cock was extremely hard, despite being tucked up to his waistband.

But Steven was already turning away from her, massaging his lower back, and Leah was watching her man about to walk out of her bedroom, and meet her best friend in just his underwear that barely contained his-

Steven frowned curiously, lingering at the door.

"She's straight, right?"

"As far as I'm aw-" Leah copied his expression. "Hang on, what's-"

"Great," he smiled lazily, proudly rubbing his palm low on his stomach. "Even better."

"Steven!" she hissed, lunging forward. "Steven, get back here right now!"