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"No! No, no, no stop what you're doing!" I have Damon now, I don't fucking need Tyler and I was not about to let him ruin it. I yanked my pants back up and headed for the door to go downstairs.
"Jeremy, you wanted it. I know you did and I know you still do," he replied while walking behind me slowly, "but I'll let you decide when."
"Never. Now get the fuck out my house."
We just stared at each other for what felt like eternity but I genuinely wanted him out. He was bugging the hell out of me and at this point I'm not even sure I want to have any kind of relationship with Tyler if it's going to be so toxic. I breezed past Tyler to see if the downstairs party was still going but to my surprise everyone had just crashed by the couch and were watching some football game. I think it was the Giants against the Lakers or some shit, I don't know. I couldn't care about sports for the best money and dick in the world.
But aww they all looked so happy and content. I saw Damon sitting on the floor and I could have crouched between his legs but Stefan was on the couch, and a couch is more comfortable than a floor so this wasn't exactly a tough decision to make.
"So Damon, how does it feel knowing you will always play second fiddle to me, King Stefan?"
"Stefan, nobody actually likes you. We just like the attention you give us."
"Is that why your boyfriend is sitting between my legs and not yours?"
"The fuck?" He turned around instantly, "when the hell did you even come downstairs?"
"Like right now," I said.
"And you sit with Stefan over me?"
"You're sitting on this hard ass floor!"
"You're sitting on my hard ass dick." Stefan whispered in my ear, I think I really was the only one to hear it too.
"Is it?" I asked.
"It has been ever since you came down here."
People started to talk more and pay less attention to the game. I grabbed the remote and decided to flip to Spongebob because it's practically on at all times and there was just a massive uproar and you'd think I had just insulted someone's dead grandparent or something.
"You ugly fuckers weren't even watching the game so shut up!"
"Turn back dick face!" Caroline shouted next to me.
"How about this," I proposed, "you all get the hell out of my house and go watch the game in your own place before I call the cops for trespassing."
"Wow, it's way later than I thought." Elena said looking at the TV clock. 3:37 a.m., and they had been here since like 9.
One by one we said our goodbyes, hugged and all that other lovey dovey shit. Until it was just Damon, Elena, Stefan and myself sitting in the living room. Elena looked tired so I told her to go to bed and I'd clean up the house, Damon being the proactive person he is told me he was gonna go crash in my bed and Stefan said he'd help until he didn't feel like doing anymore.
"Thanks for not being a jackass like your brother."
"Anything to be alone with my baby," he responded.
"One day Stefan someone is seriously going to punch you in the face."
"Oh yeah that's definitely gonna happen, I'm shocked I've managed to escape it for this long."
"Do you ever think your flirting goes too far?"
"To me, never. To other people, probably. They just don't say anything though so I have to wait for them to start freaking out on the inside to know when to back off."
"Has that ever happened with me?"
"No, you're the only person who's never freaked out. Not even once."
"Well that's because I liked it! And I don't mean in a... you know, certain way. I just like the things you say even if you say them to a bunch of other perople. It just makes me feel better about myself."
"Jeremy you're so weird."
"I know," well that was kind of rude of him.
"I just mean that you've gotten damn near everything in the world yet you're still so unhappy and worried about shit. I don't understand it."
"To be honest, I don't understand it either. I don't want to look at myself and see someone who's barely a 5, I don't want to look at Damon and think of how he should be with someone of his class, there's a lot of shit I don't want but it's just here. I can't explain why I feel the way I do about certain things, it just happens. I want it to go away but it's like something out of my control. I swear I'm not depressed, I'm just bummed out."
"Can I fuck it out of you?" Stefan said with that big goofy smile that always brightened my day.
I'd be a damn liar and if I said I never thought about it though. He's just so sexual, so free of any chains or worries... I just know he'd be a gift from God when it comes to sex. There's just no way Stefan could be bad at it. I know that bastard is reading my mind right now though and I hate him.
"Why'd you stop it? Seems like we were geting to the good stuff!"
"Stefan, go to bed."
"Are you coming with me?"
"I'll walk you to the door. But that's all because I'm a classy girl."
Taking one more look through the kitchen, dining room and living room and everything was fine. It was as if the party never happened. I walked toward the stairs only for Stefan to grab me by the shirt and pull me to the couch.
"Stay with me," he said in all sincerity.
"Why?"
"I just want to hang out wth you and talk maybe. I'm dating your sister, you're dating my brother, we've been okay friends for quite a while but I don't think we've ever seriously talked to each other. Or at least I don't remember.
"What do you want to talk about then?"
"Don't force it, it'll come naturally. And if it doesn't come at all it'll just be fine to lay here with you."
"Okay fine but I'm not watching another damn football game."
"Watch whatever you want, Jeremy."
It was pushing 5 damn a.m. so I really had no idea what the hell was gonna be on the television. I was just flipping through the channels until I saw my favorite documentary, "Boy, Interrupted" was on. You know, sometimes when I'm just really low I wonder what people would do when I die. I try to shake myself out of it though because I'll never know what people would do, unless that whole goes thing is real. But... is it bad that I wonder who'd cry? Who'd take it the hardest? I don't get pleasure from it, I just want to know. If people actually care about me or if I'm simply some forgettable goon who'll be nothing more than a bunch of never looked at photographs.
"Jeremy."
"Yes Stefan?"
"I will punch you in the fucking face."
"What am I doing?"
"It's wht you're thinking! The fuck is wrong with you?"
"Oh you mean to tell me you've never thought like that once in your entire life?"
"No , I haven't!"
"Well we're two different people, Stefan. Main difference being you're happy and I'm not. Anyway I've been down here long enough and I just want to sleep so good night."
"Like hell, you're staying down here with me."
"I don't want to."
"I don't give a fuck what you do and don't want. You're doing what I said and that's the end of it. Now shut the fuck up and let's watch Spongebob or something instead."
Oh I couldn't fight it. This was a whole new side of Stefan and I kinda liked it. I didn't know he could or would ever say such things to me. I rested my head on his hard pecs and just rubbed his washboard abs while he played with my soft hair. Hopefully this wouldn't look too bad if Elena or Damon saw what we were doing. I must have gotten too antsy though because I tried to change my body position and ended up kneeing him in the groin.
"Woopsie!" I said.
"Bitch that hurts. rub it until it feels better."
"I'm not entirely sure if I should do that?"
"I clearly didn't ask. You're going to learn to do what I tell you, when I tell you. I don't like being questioned," Stefan said with possibly the sternest voice I've ever heard.
So being the thirsty slut I am I reached into his pants and gently rubbed his cock with only his boxers separating my hand from his meat. And boy was it some meat indeed. Even in a state of being completely flaccid that thing still felt like a monster from the abyss. He didn't beat Damon in lenght but I'm pretty sure he wins when it comes to thickness. I swear it was like rubbing an actual can.
"Does it feel better now?"
"Did I say it feels better?"
"No but-"
"Keep fucking rubbing it then."
What am I doing? Stefan's blood brother, my boyfriend is upstairs in my bed sleeping and I'm down here giving an over the undies hand job? No, no this is wrong. I get that Stefan is checking all the right boxes when it comes to turning me on but this cannot happen. I really need to stop letting guys take advantage of my submissive ways.
I pulled my hand out, got off the couch and just walked up the steps. I didn't look back, just kept walking. Until I got to my door. Then I went back to the steps to see Stefan coming up too.
"Good boy, I wasn't sure if you'd let me go through with that or not, but I'm glad you took action and said no," he said with hands on my face cheeks.
"Don't tell me that was some kind of test."
"Oh Jeremy, if you think I'll let my brother date someone without my approval you're absolutely insane. We've been friends for a while but that's my brother, you understand right?"
"You shit! I never gave you any kinds of tests or whatever for Elena."
"That's your own fault! But you know I love her anyway. Night Jeremy. Give my boy a kiss on the forehead."
"Night trash."
I was hoping Damon would be awake and we could fuck but nope he was lights out. My covers were barely covering his almost nude body. His muscled legs wide open with his hand over his crotch, the other hand over his eyes. I just moved in close to inhale his smell and damn did it send me to heaven. He smelled so soft and tender, like baby powder but not really baby powder. I don't know how to describe it but everyone has experienced this smell before. It's like being in the purest garden on the planet.
Unfortunately my bed was not big enough for him to be all sprawled out at the same time as me being sprawled out. I closed his legs and pushed him onto one side of the bed. Deciding I was gonna be the big dog for tonight I came in close and wrapped my arm around his chest, holding him tight to me, and moved my face into the back of his neck.
"Doesn't it feel good?" he said, surprising me a bit.
"Yeah, we should sleep like this more often."