👉👌Luke's POV👌👈

"Hello?" I answered my phone from my place on the couch, lazily throwing my arm over the back.

"Hi, it's Conner." Conner said warmly through the phone. I sat up straight in a second, adjusting my phone and moving around awkwardly as if he could really see me. "What are you doing right now?"

I was suddenly nervous and uncomfortable for no reason at all. I talked to Conner regularly yet this was somehow making me so nervous.

"Uh nothing much, just watching some TV," I laughed awkwardly and shifted on the couch again.

"Cool uh, I was just wondering," Conner nervously replied. I waited with baited breath for him to say it. "Would you like to go out with me this Saturday?"

I let out a silent scream and sprung off of the couch. Jumping and dancing around I could barely get out my reply.

"Yes, of course!" Conner laughed through the phone and I was happy to be able to make him feel like that.

"So how about meeting around four? I have a pretty extra day planned," Conner suggested.

I sat down and collected my breath to listen to him properly. I nodded my head frantically before realizing that he couldn't actually see me.

"That sounds great! I'm sure whatever you have planned will be great," I assured him. He chuckled deeply and I felt the sound run along my skin.

"You flatter me, Luke," he sighed quietly. I took into account the change of the air and mood. Suddenly everything I wore felt tight and uncomfortable. "If only you knew about the way that I feel when I hear your voice."

I swallowed, hesitating and unsure as I spoke.

"I think I might," I replied.

"Oh really? Why do you think that?" He asked slowly, his voice filled with something that I found very familiar.

"Because I go absolutely nuts whenever it comes to you." I revealed defeatedly. I heard Conner's breath catch but continued anyway. "The moment I heard your voice I was moving around and acting weird and." 

I cut off my rant with a sigh.

"You don't understand how crazy I am about you."

Conner was silent from the other end and I briefly wondered if he left, until I heard his loud groan.

"I really want to see you Luke," his voice sounded extremely strained. 

A blush colored my cheeks and a shiver ran down my spine at the reason behind that. "Can I come over?"

I looked around me and I realized that at the moment no one else was home.

When I thought about it, my parents were going to stay over at some friend's house to catch up and my sister thought that hanging out with boyfriend was a great idea.

No one else was home.

There was no one home.

"Uh, yeah. The rest of my family is out," I told him. Conner takes in a sharp intake of breath and I realize what I just insinuated. "I mean, I didn't-"

"I'll be there in ten minutes." 

Then he hung up.

I stared down at the phone in shock for a moment before sprinting up the stairs. If Conner was coming I wanted to look as good as possible. I swung open my closet and searched through the clothes, finding what could pass as casual but also make me look a little extra–I felt myself blush–sexy.

I ended up picking some gray sweat pants that always clung to my butt, and a simple t-shirt that frequently rose when I moved my arms.

Once I got downstairs, my butt just touched the seat when the doorbell rang. I fell over myself trying to get to the door as quickly as possible then beamed when I saw Conner on the other side.

His face was stiff with lust when I first opened the door but at the sight of me, his expression relaxed into that of a gentle smile. Without saying a word he drew me into his arms and we shared a long, slow, loving kiss. We moved apart so slowly a noise was heard but I didn't even mind, Conner's glazed expression made me forget all about it.

"Hey." He rasped, the sound causing a vibration that I could feel in my own chest.

"Hi." I whispered cheerfully. Conner's eyes crinkled and it made me happy to see that he was happy. "Why don't you come in?"

He nodded and I took a couple of steps back, letting him actually enter the house.

"I was watching some Bachelorette, do you want to join me?" I asked in a teasing manner once he was standing in the foyer. I laughed when I saw his face afterwards.

"Yeah sure, why the hell not?" Conner shrugged. I could tell that he was not that enthusiastic but he wanted to try. And if he didn't argue, I planned to throw the show on him.

We barely sat down on the living room couch for five seconds before my inner host kicked in and I asked Conner what he wanted to drink.

"We have water, juice, and tea. You can even have some coffee if you'd like," I offered suddenly. I found myself getting up from my seat to get him his drink, but without a word he wrapped his hand around my forearm, gently pulling me down. I was going to ask him what he was doing but he threw an arm around my shoulder and pulled me to lie into him, my head resting against his neck.

Once I was comfortable, his right hand–which previously lay on my shoulder–trailed until it found a place on my butt. He gave the muscle a firm squeeze and I was done. I bit my lip to stifle a noise and shifted against him, feeling the little control I had already slipping away.

After torturing me for a minute longer, his teasing stopped and he left his hand to layed there, unmoving.

"Did you know how fantastic your ass looks in these pants?" He asked suddenly a few minutes later. He had spent some time cracking up because of the men on the show. It was terribly amusing to watch them fight over the one girl.

I pondered how I should respond to the question but settled on just telling him the rith.

"Yeah I did." 

Conner laid his hand flat on me before gripping tightly and pulling up. A startled moan escaped me when his hands began to massage.

"And you wore them on purpose?" He asks huskily into my ear. I nod my head frantically. He took my waist in his hands, adjusting my body until I was straddling him.

With the position I was in, I found myself chest to chest with Conner. It was all too easy for him to reach my behind since I was straddling him, using my knees to anchor my weight. 

"Well, I guess that I should give you what you wanted huh?" Conner smirked evilly.

Conner had his fun with me for a while but soon that other side of me took over. I wasn’t content to stay still against him so I started to move, making Conner curse.

"Conner?" I asked him innocently.

"Yes love?" He panted, sweat glistening on his forehead.

I grinned and Conner paled when he realized what he had done.

"When was the last time you jerked off?"

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I flopped onto Conner's chest completely exhausted.

We’d found release without any removal of clothing, even more than once I pushed to get into his pants. I was still frustrated until I gained full control once again and realized what we had just done.

"Ugh, it happened again," I groaned, stuffing my face against his neck.

Conner looked down at me and laughed when he saw how red I was.

"Must be glad that I didn't agree now huh?" he asked teasingly.

I shook my head from under him and looked up so he could understand.

"No, it happened again."

His eyes widened before a guilty expression quickly took over. He sighed and wrapped me tightly into his arms. Eventually though we pulled apart and cleaned ourselves up before sitting back down and turning on "Are You The One?".

But before all that when Conner was still hugging me he muttered so quietly I almost didn't catch it.

"I'm sorry."

That one phrase left me in a solemn mood as I was brought back to the thing that had been bothering me from time but I didn't say anything. I leaned against his chest again and tucked myself under his chin and tried to ignore the situation.

"Shut up," I mumbled.

Conner chuckled.

Conner was now smiling down at me and I couldn't help but smile too.