No One Else
It was my time to decide
I knew this was our time.
No one else will have me like you do
No one else will have me, only you.
You'll sit alone forever
if you wait for the right time
What are you hoping for?
I'm here, I'm now, I'm ready.
Holding on tight.
Don't give away the end.
One thing that stays mine.
Amazing still it seems,
That I'll be 23.
I won't always love what I'll never have,
I won't always live in my regret.
-Jimmy Eat World, "23"
"Nice job out there on the ice, Army, sneaking in that sucker punch to my balls in the middle of the goal hug. You know I've got to get you back for that shit," Shane's voice, deep and rough, was right against my ear. I could feel the heat of his most likely naked body behind mine, and for just a split second I had the urge to lean back into him. But it didn't last long. Common sense came to the fore, and I moved away from him, rolling my eyes.
"It was just a little celebration, is all. Nothing you've never done to me," I replied, wishing I had more on than just the towel around my hips, feeling far too exposed, far too vulnerable for this confrontation.
His eyes narrowed, his gaze locking with mine. "I'm allowed, remember? You're the bitch. I do what I want to you."
I smirked and met his glare dead on, one eyebrow arched up. "Not anymore, Endo. I told you, I'm done with that shit. You've got Kris to be your bitch, and you like him more anyways, so what's the point in bothering me? You've got the ass you want."
"His kid's in town, Kris is preoccupied. And I think its about time I came back to old faithful," he smacked my ass, his fingers digging in a bit as he held on. "God knows you've got to be missing me, there's no way Cam's been enough to please your loose ass."
I shoved his hand away, frustrated that he'd hit a nerve, but I fought to compose myself. I wasn't going to let him see how confused I was. "Cam's better than you could ever dream of being," I countered. "I don't even have to be high for him to turn me on."
Shane was getting annoyed; I could see the frustration making his clenched jaw tick. It wasn't jealousy, I noticed with an unsettling ache in my gut, it was mere pride. He didn't like being challenged. He didn't like the idea that he might not be the best at something--especially when that something was sex. He stepped closer, his lips curled in a wicked smirk, his voice a low growl, "You know you've been just dreaming of me dragging you home with me and fucking your brains out again. You miss it, you crave it, just like a bitch should."
I hated him for perceiving that for a few weak moments, when I'd catch his eyes on my ass or his thigh pressed against mine on the bench during a game, I wanted nothing more than that. I didn't want Kris to be his favorite. I didn’t want to know that he's spending his nights inside Kris...or worse, with Kris inside him. That image alone was enough to snap me out of any ridiculous fantasy of him. The bastard wouldn't trust me enough for that, and yet he'd laid back and spread his legs for Kris. He fucking begged for it.
He'd never so much as asked me for anything, and begging was fucking joke.
"I'm no one's bitch. Let alone yours. So why don't you go home, smoke a bowl, and jerk off a few times. I've got better things--and people--to do," I spun on my heel, pulling my boxers on under my towel before I stripped it off. He wasn't going to give up that easy, I knew him too well to expect him to.
"You're such a dumbfuck. You realize this just means I'm going to fuck you harder when you finally give up on this bullshit, pretending you want Cam over me. You're just making sure I've got to remind you even more dramatically how much you belong to me," he smacked my ass again, harder, loud enough that it echoed off the walls and I could feel the welts raising on my skin.
I bit the inside of my cheek, hard enough that I started to taste blood, but I fought back the urge to wince. I wasn't going to give him the pleasure of that. I was going to fight every last part of me that wanted to react to him. I was going home with Cam; I was going to spend the night in bed with him, like I had every night for the last week. He was going to be kind and sweet and gentle, he was going to kiss me and hold me and caress me. He was going to make love to me and tell me how I deserved so much more than what I got.
And I would never, ever have to tell either of them that the only way I was able to come from all of that attention was if I squeezed my eyes shut tight and pretended he was Shane.
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