Beck and Nev 1
The minute Cici left the flat I felt out of place. Beck hovered in the living room with his ice cream beard awkwardly and I stood in the doorway to her room wondering what I should do. I'd never really been alone with Beck before. My best friend's older brother had been my secret crush for years, though Cici told me over and over what a slob he was. I saw it now. His place was a disaster when Cici wasn't around to clean for him, and her being just back from college and her internship at Cox, she had a lot on her plate. Cleaning up after an older brother who should have known better wasn't her joy in life.
"So, you wanna watch a movie or something?" he asked, turning to face me.
I chuckled at his ice cream beard and pointed. "You got a little something..." I feigned wiping my chin and one of his eyebrows rose. He used an arm to swipe across his mouth, removing the ice cream beard and revealing the handsome smile I'd always admired. So what if he was thirty-four going on thirteen. He was hot as fuck and we were alone.
"Sure, what movie are you thinking?" I slowly ventured away from the safety of Cici's bedroom door. It might not be so bad to hang with Beck alone. When I came over to spend time with Cici, we usually hid in her room. Besides, she'd be moving out in a few weeks and I wouldn't even get to see Beck anymore, let alone hang out with him, so his invitation seemed like a stroke of luck.
He shrugged a shoulder and walked over to the bar, plopping the empty ice cream container on it before wiping his hands down the front of his t-shirt before picking up the remote. We met at the end of the couch, where our shoulders brushed as I passed him. I sat down on the middle cushion and he sat to my left, though he sat a lot closer than I expected. The cushion careened toward him and my body slumped into his side.
Heat flushed my cheeks and I tried to sit up and away from him, but it felt like the springs in the couch were broken or something. No matter what I did to scoot away from him, gravity sucked me back into his side. "Uh, sorry," I muttered, feeling very uncomfortable, but only because he had to be thinking how desperate I must have seemed throwing myself at him. I wasn't, but it might have appeared that way.
Beck chuckled it off and used the remote to click through his apps, finding a listing of movies. I managed to pry myself out of the cavern between us and onto more solid ground, and before I even knew what he was doing, he'd picked a movie. I didn't even know what it was called but it opened with a very smutty sex scene. I normally didn't mind the stuff, though I always preferred the story over the smut. But this one was fully nudity, very graphic, and after being plastered against Beck's side for a full forty-five seconds, I was losing the battle in my panties for control.
His eyes were locked on the TV though, while mine meandered over to his expression. He was into it, watching the whole thing go down with great interest, and all I could think was how I wound up on his sofa without my best friend here to remind me that Beck was immature, messy, and sometimes a bit controlling. My body refused to listen to reason too, which only made things worse. I wasn't even watching the soft porn on the TV, only hearing it, and my panties were getting wetter by the second.
"Uh, Beck," I said, swallowing hard, but he didn't hear me. The surround sound he had set up in this place was movie theater quality. I didn't want him to stop the movie, but I didn't want to keep being aroused by it.
"Beck!" I said a bit louder, causing him to turn his head. His eyes seemed to darken slightly as they met my own, and I couldn't help but swallow again at the intensity of his gaze.
I watched as a flicker of something crossed over his face before he hastily turned back to the screen. "Yeah?" He asked, as he raised his hand to lower down the volume.
"Uhm..." I trailed off, unsure of what to say now that I'd caught his attention. How was I supposed to tell him that sitting next to him while watching such an explicit scene was getting me all worked up?
"You okay, Nev?" His voice was lower than usual, filled with a concern that deflated the bubble of awkwardness that had been slowly inflating between us.
"Yeah..." I replied, my voice sounding much less confident than I'd hoped. "It's just -- this movie is a bit... graphic, don't you think?"
Beck's eyebrows furrowed as he glanced back at the screen where the explicit scene was still playing out. He let out a short laugh, shaking his head slightly before meeting my gaze again.
"I guess it is," he admitted. "Sorry, I didn't really check what it was about before selecting it."
There--I'd fixed the problem. He knew it was having some sort of effect on me and he would shut it off. Right?
Wrong.
"Kinda makes me want to touch myself," he said with a smirk, and my eyes dropped to his lap where there was an obvious growing bulge.
I blinked, my stomach flipping. Words failed me as I tried to process what I'd just heard. Beck was not known for his subtlety, but this was a whole new level of forwardness.
"I... uh..." I stuttered, heat flooding my face. My mind was a maelstrom of conflicting emotions, and I wished fervently that there was a black hole somewhere nearby that could swallow me up.
Beck laughed again. There was nothing cruel or mocking in his laughter--it sounded more like he was genuinely amused. "Relax, Nev," he said, still smirking like he'd gotten away with the world's most hilarious prank. "I'm just messing with you."
Was he? The smirk still on his face, the bulge in his lap, and the increasingly intense scenes playing out on the TV screen said otherwise. I looked away, trying to calm my racing heart, but I sort of wanted him to not be joking. At least my groin did. It ached now, screaming to be touched. I squirmed on that damn couch and crossed one leg over the other.
