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[rawmeanderson]

so you know what’s on my mind ― part V

plot: SURPRISE, PLD likes older women ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ (age range 25-28) warnings: cursing, smut, smut, and more smut. nothing too freaky. word count: 8.7k also featuring: Jonesy, and most of the team tbh. i barely edited this, shocking, i know. since tumblr now hates links in posts, please visit my blog and search the title of the fic for the other parts!! see the end for notes 🤗

The week between arriving home from Niagara Falls and the home opener was easily the longest of your life. It was the busy season at work, so you’d been at the office early and staying late, making it almost impossible to find the time to do much of anything with Pierre. He usually called you when you told him you’d left the office for the night, and it was just so sweet that he was obviously so excited to see you again.

With Seth out injured, you were grateful to have him to sit with during the game, even though he was wildly irritable the whole time. You show up at the arena in the Dubois shirt you’d bought a couple of days earlier, and as soon as Seth sees you in it, the teasing starts.

“You look cute,” Seth says with a sideways grin, gently nudging you as you adjust your bag on your shoulder.

“Shut up,” you tell him with a soft scoff, rolling your eyes as you focus your attention forward. You wouldn’t see Pierre until after the game, and really, you feet far too casual next to Seth in his suit. Nervousness is fluttering in your chest, both about the game and after, and his teasing was doing nothing to help.

“Gotta say, that boy is smitten as hell over you, it’s actually pretty comical.” You don’t have to glance at Seth to know he’s smirking and enjoying the flush that’s coloring your cheeks. “He wouldn’t shut up about you at practice the other day, kept asking about what your favorite flowers were and stuff like that.”

You can’t deny the way that makes you grin, loving that he’s obviously invested.

“So, like, does everyone on the team know?” you ask out of curiosity as the two of you head down the corridor.

“Nah. Obviously Boone and I know, and I’m sure Savard knows. I don’t know if Luc’s told anybody else,” Seth says with a shrug before glancing at you. “Why, you worried about Josh finding out?” There’s a knowing tone to his voice that makes you tense before trying to play it off with a shrug.

Immediately, your cheeks are burning, and Seth knows you well enough to he steps to the side before you can smack him in the chest lightly. The fact that you missed him makes him laugh and you roll your eyes before he assures you that he’s teasing.

Your lighthearted mood didn’t last. The game was tense, stressful, and Seth obviously wasn’t enjoying the fact that he was stuck on the sidelines with you. The Blue Jackets lost their home opener and that was a tough pill to swallow. You could tell that the guys were worn out, exhausted, and Seth left you in the hall to go face Torts’ wrath with the rest of his team.

Fidgety and impatient, you waited in the hall for any of them to reappear, and as soon as you see Pierre with that tired expression and damp hair, a smile slides onto your face. He looks so good in his suit that you actually feel weak in the knees. When he sees you, his previously tense expression fades, and more than anything, he looks relieved.

You take a few steps toward him to meet him halfway, and immediately, his arms are looping around your shoulders as he pulls you into his chest. You hug him tightly, pressing your face into his shoulder, you feel tension start to leave his body. The two of you just stand there like that in silence for a moment, his hand rubbing over your back before he pulls back to look down at you.

“I missed you,” he says, exhaling a breath like he’d been holding it since you’d seen each other last and you grin up at him with an easy smile.

“I missed you too,” you respond with a soft laugh, rising onto your toes to kiss him as your arms move to loop around his neck. His hold on your tightens then and he takes a step, guiding you back against the hall of the corridor. The kiss is sweet and gentle, and it just feels so good to have him close again.

It’s at that moment that half of the team decides to leave the locker room, and immediately, they’re cat calling and there are a few whistles as well. Your cheeks are burning when Pierre pulls away from you, and when you glance up at him, you realize that he’s flushing even darker than you are.

Zach looks rather impressed, even shooting Pierre a thumbs up, and Ryan is nothing short of shocked. Sonny and Wenny are both grinning ear to ear, and though it’s obviously not new knowledge to him, Seth looks like a proud father. Josh seems to be avoiding your gaze all together, and you try your best to put that to the back of your mind.

Despite the excitement of the guys learning that you and Pierre were an item of some sort, spirits were low. After a bit of small talk and hugs from everyone, the guys headed their separate ways, some heading to a bar, other’s heading off to find family. Seth walked with you and Pierre to the parking lot, and the three of you were mostly silent. Pierre’s arm as around your shoulders, his bag in his other hand, and you’re just grateful for the contact after such a long and stressful week. Parting ways with Seth a moment later, you hear Pierre exhale a heavy sigh, and you glance up at him as you approach his car.

“What are you thinking?” you ask, leaning into his side a bit more.

He sighs again, already shaking his head. “Tonight was just rough, that’s all,” he says, arm leaving your shoulders to fish in his pocket for his keys. You nod, understanding his frustration and hoping that a night together would help his mood.

“Hey, at least you’re about to get laid, right?” you tease, hoping that he finds the comment amusing enough to take his mind off the loss even just for a moment. He scoffs softly, and you can’t help the little giggle that leaves you.

“So that’s what you’re after, hm?” he questions with a grin before pressing a kiss to your forehead. You’re practically beaming as you shrug playfully, pulling back a second later to climb into the passenger side of his vehicle.

Fastening your seatbelt, you watch him get settled behind the wheel. You bite your lip as you hear him exhale a sigh and your eyes stay on him, having to resist the urge to lean over and touch him in some way. It seemed like he was feeling the same way, because as soon as he’d backed out of the parking spot, his right hand left the wheel to rest above your knee.

“Gonna warn you,” he starts as he approaches a stop sign, glancing at you. “My place is pretty bare right now.” He smiles then sheepishly, and you exhale a quick laugh as your hand slides up his forearm lightly.

“That’s fine,” you assure, your hand coming up to tuck your hair behind your ear. “Seth’s apartment was an absolute disaster for months, so you’ve got time to get it together.” There’s a teasing tone to your voice, and Pierre nods. He looks like he’s starting to relax, his hand moving to lace his fingers with yours.

The drive to his apartment was short, thankfully. Feeling antsy, you grin at him as you unfasten your seatbelt, trying to keep yourself from jumping out of your skin. In the garage, you took a few steps toward the elevator ahead of him, knowing he’d catch up, and behind you, you hear him inhale a sharp breath.

Glancing over your shoulder at him, you realize that he’s finally seen that you’re wearing a shirt with his name and number on the back.

“You okay?” you question with a teasing grin, pausing so he can catch up to you. His cheeks are a little flushed, and he’s grinning back at you as his arm slips around your shoulders.

“Yeah, I’m good,” he assures you, licking his lips. “I just hadn’t realized you’d been wearing that shirt all night.” You grin widens as you lean into his side on the way to the elevator.

The doors open when he hits the button and he pulls you inside with him. He presses the button for his floor then leans back against the wall of the elevator, guiding you toward him. His hands settle on your waist and you duck your head to nuzzle into his collar for a short moment.

You can smell his cologne and feel the warmth his body is giving off, and when you tilt your head up, you press a soft kiss to his adams apple. His hands squeeze your waist gently before his hands slide lower, a low hum leaving him. Leaning into him more, you’re about to pull back to slip your arms around his neck so you can kiss him, but instead, the elevator chimes when it stops on his floor.

Pierre takes your hand, holding it tightly as he guides you down the hall. There’s an urgency to his steps that makes you grin, and again, he’s fishing in his pocket for his keys. Outside his door, your hand comes up to move over his back lightly and you press a kiss to the back his shoulder through his suit jacket gently. You feel him shiver under your touch before he’s exhaling a breath, fitting the key into the lock and pushing it open so you could go inside.

Stepping around him, you bite your lip as you enter his apartment. You glance around and realize that he hadn’t at all been lying about the fact that his apartment was practically empty. The door closes behind him, and after stepping out of your shoes, you look back at him to find that his eyes are locked on you. You watch as he slips out of his suit jacket, putting it on the hook next to the door.

With an almost bashful smile, you step toward him, your arm coming up to loop around his shoulders. Your free hand plays with his tie idly, your cheeks flushing as you fight the fluttering in your stomach. Taking a deep breath, you look up at him and your heart jumps when you see the way he’s looking at you.

“I really missed you,” you tell him quietly, biting your lip as your fingers brushing over the hair at the back of his neck. That makes him grin and he nods down at you, taking a step closer. He squeezes your waist lightly and you rise onto your toes easily to press your lips to his.

The kiss is slow, you’re both taking your time, knowing that you’ve got all night. Your arm tightens around his neck, pulling him down to you more, and he’s already slipping a hand under your shirt just to rest on the curve of your waist. His body is warm as he presses against you and you grip the fabric of his shirt. The apartment is quiet other than the soft sounds of your breathing, but that changes when Pierre’s tongue slides along your bottom lip and in turn, you moan quietly.

His arm slides around your waist to pull you closer still as he licks into your mouth, and you’re grateful for it, considering how weak your knees are by then. You’re all but clinging to him, back arching to press your chest against his like you can’t get him close enough. Pierre kisses you until your lungs are burning and you pull back to take a few deep breaths, grinning widely when his lips press to your cheek.

“C’mon,” he says softly as he tilts his head to let his mouth brush over yours as he speaks. Grinning, you pull back from him a little more as his hand slips into yours, and you follow easily when he guides you further into his apartment. His free hand comes out to turn on the lights, pausing to adjust the dimmer so an amber light floods the main space of his apartment.

You expect him to take you to his room, but instead he pulls you toward the couch, and you exhale a breath of laughter. He drops onto the sofa, hands coming up to loosen his tie before pulling it off completely while his eyes are locked on you the whole time. You take the time to just look at him for a moment, relaxing back against the couch, and your eagerness is creeping up on you again.

A second later, and now he’s reaching for you, pulling you into his lap as you grin at him. You move easily, straddling him as your knees press into the couch on either side of his lap. Letting your ass rest down against his thighs, you hear a soft hum of approval rumble in his chest and you raise an eyebrow at him curiously.

“What? I liked this last time,” he says in mock defense, a shy smile on his face as he shrugs. In the low light, you can see that his cheeks are a bit flushed, and you grin widely as your hands come up to cup his face in your hands.

“I did too,” you tease, grinning as you lean into him. Your mouth finds his easily, and the slow pace from earlier is quickly abandoned.

You feel warm all over, impatient and eager to have his hands on you, to finally have him inside you. Pierre’s arm loops tightly around your waist as you find yourself grinding against his lap, taking a bit of control in the kiss. Your teeth graze over his bottom lip, and you feel his body tense beneath you slightly as your hands come down to start unfastening the buttons of his dress shirt. He’s keeping you close and the rumble that sounds in his chest when your fingers brush over his collarbone goes straight to your clit, igniting a fire that spread rapidly through your skin.

His kiss has you feeling lightheaded, but you don’t pull back yet, loving that you’re already so lost in him. You feel his hands smooth over the skin of your back slowly, roaming under your shirt, and it’s a reminder of how torturous the last six days have been without having his hands on you. You’re just about to pull away to catch your breath when he moves first, immediately dropping his mouth to your jaw, pressing hot, open mouthed kisses into your skin.

He continues down to your neck and your head lolls to the side as you exhale a shaky breath as your hips rock hard against his lap again. Pierre hums into your skin softly, making a shiver shoot down your spine, and he squeezes your waist tightly, his thumb brushing over your ribs. He’s hard, you can feel the line of his cock through his trousers, and it’s the right amount of friction to make you moan when you rock against him again.

“Fuck, I want you,” you breathe out, one hand coming up to drag your nails over his scalp lightly. “Right here, now.” There’s an urgency to your tone as you feel your cunt throb, back arching to press your chest into his again.

He’s pulled back to look at you, eyes sweeping over your features quickly. Even in the low lighting, you can tell that his pupils are blown and his lips are swollen as he takes a second to catch his breath.

“Yeah?” he murmurs, his voice low enough that you feel it in your bones.

“Yeah,” you repeat back to him, eyes already falling closed as you lean to kiss him again roughly.

It’s like your urgency has bled into him, because almost immediately, he’s pawing at your jeans, as if he’d somehow be able to get them down without unbuttoning them. You exhale a short breath of laughter against his mouth at his effort before pulling back, climbing out of his lap to get to your feet to stand between his parted thighs. He looks so beautiful like that, leaning back into the sofa, eyes locked on you as his chest rises and falls with his breathing. His pants are doing nothing to hide the fact that he’s hard, and as he waits for whatever’s coming next, he palms at himself through the fabric, like he can’t stop himself.

Your hands come up to the fly of your jeans, but before you can even get the button undone, Pierre’s leaning forward, shooing your hands out of the way so he can take over. He presses his face into the fabric of your shirt below your breasts, practically nuzzling you there as he tugs your zipper down. When he pulls at the denim, he gets your panties down too, letting his hands ghost over your skin as he guides your pants down your thighs.

When they’re far enough down for you to kick them off, he leans back in his seat again to unfasten his own pants. You’re watching him closely and your hands move to the hem of your shirt, starting to tug it off before he stops you.

“Leave it on,” he tells you, licking his bottom lip quickly as he sits up to shrug his dress shirt off. You raise an eyebrow, hand stalled on the fabric of your shirt, and a grin slides onto your face.

“Yeah?” you say softly, just like he had a moment ago. He nods in response, biting his bottom lip as his hands move to his belt.

As he opens the fly of his trousers, raising his hips off the couch enough to get the fabric down his hips, you curse your own urgency. If you weren’t so desperate for him, you’d settle yourself on your knees, take him in your mouth again, make him forget all about the loss. The thought has you squirming on your feet, your thighs tensing together for a bit of friction, and you can feel how wet you are.

“You, uh...got your test results back, right?” you ask, knowing you should’ve mentioned it sooner. Your ears were burning a bit from asking the question, but you knew it’d be worth it to feel him inside you without any sort of barrier. You’d brought it up a few days ago, the fact that you had an IUD, and that if he was willing to get tested, you could forgo using a condom.

His eyes meet yours and he nods quickly. “Uh, yeah, all good,” he says softly, making you grin as you nod back at him.

When he frees his cock from the confines of his underwear, you can’t help the way you lick your lips as your eyes drag up his length. Pierre must be feeling as impatient as you are by then, not even bothering to get his pants off the rest of the way before leaning forward just enough to take your hand to pull you closer to him. He’s looking up at you, a faint flush coloring his cheeks, and an easy smile tugs at the corner of your mouth as you straddle him again.

As soon as you’re in his lap, your arms are around his neck, your mouth on his urgently. His cock pressing against the crease of your thigh and whining into his mouth, your hips swivel down against his. He grips your hip, fingers digging into your skin, and you repeat the previous motion. This time, you’ve shifted enough that your folds grind along the length of his cock, making him curse against your mouth.

Too impatient to wait any longer, your mouth leaves his as you rise up onto your knees slightly, one hand coming down to his cock. You stroke him slowly a few times, and his face drops to press into your shoulder as he groans from the contact. Your heart is pounding in your chest, your breathing already rough as you guide the head of his cock to your entrance. His mouth has moved to your jaw, murmuring soft words into your skin that you can’t quite hear, and when your hips lower just slightly to take him inside your cunt, a sharp whine leaves you.

Your hand comes up to rake your fingers through his hair as you continue to lower yourself on the length of his cock. Even as slick as you were, the stretch was a bit painful, well worth it considering the way he was watching you. A low groan leaves him and his hold on your hip tightens gradually. By the time your hips are pressing flush against his, his cock fully seated inside you, your chest is burning from the fact that you’d practically forgotten how to breathe.

Pierre is murmuring to you softly in French, mouthing along your jaw softly as your eyes squeeze shut. “Breathe, baby,” you hear him say and you nod, inhaling as your toes curl so hard that you’d shocked that your foot didn’t cramp. When your pussy clenches around him, he inhales sharply, his hand sliding under your shirt to squeeze your waist. You can feel him practically throbbing inside you and it’s like your skin is on fire as you finally move, rocking up just slightly to start riding him.

The sound that leaves him makes you shiver and arch toward him, desperate for as much contact as you can possibly get. Your arm tightens around his neck as you kiss him again, all tongue and teeth as you try to settle into a rhythm. Both of you are already panting, the room filled with the sounds of your breathing and the wet sounds of your hips slamming down into his. He’s groaning your name here and there, squeezing your hip hard enough that you’re sure you’ll have bruises popping up soon.

“Shit, you’re tight,” he murmurs against your mouth, and you’re barely able to nod before licking into his mouth with a low groan.

He felt better than you’d been imagining for the last several days, and you’re glad to finally have that ache between your thighs soothed as he rocks up to meet your motions as soon as you can. Pierre’s mouth leaves yours and he’s quick to bury his face in your neck, sucking at your pulse point hard enough that your pussy tightens around him. Your hips rock up again as he exhales a rough string of curses into your neck and his body tenses beneath you, and you feel an unmistakable warmth filling you.

Pierre’s face is still buried in your neck and he’s gone still, you movements slowing to a stop. He’s breathing heavily, and you feel the heat his face is giving off as he nuzzles into you further, exhaling a frustrated groan a second later.

“Did you just―?” you start before he cuts you off.

“Yeah, uh, I did,” he says, voice small as he clears his throat. From his tone, you can tell he’s embarrassed, practically mortified, and you bite your lip as your hand comes up to run your fingers through his hair. He exhales a heavy sigh against your throat, and you let your other hand rub over his shoulder lightly.

“It was that good, huh?” you tease, hoping a bit of lightheartedness would make him feel better. It did, or at least you could assume it did based on the fact that he scoffed against your skin before you felt his teeth graze over your pulse point lightly.

“I hate you,” he says, relaxing slightly into the back of the couch then as he laughs softly. His fingers move down your thigh lightly, making you grin as you lean forward into him more.

“I’m sorry, what was that?” you respond, trying your best to sound offended, but instead, you laugh as a wide smile slides onto your face.

You lean back then, hands moving to cup his face to get him to look at you. His cheeks are still flushed when you kiss him slowly, arms settling around his neck again a second later. He kisses you for a long moment, slow and deep, before he’s pulling back with a soft sigh, letting his forehead rest against yours.

Pierre is quiet for a moment before he takes a deep breath. “I, uh, I’ve never...without a condom before,” he says, cheeks flushing all over again. “Probably should’ve brought that up before, made sure you got off first, sorry.” He’s having trouble meeting your eye then, and you’re quick to shake your head, your arms tightening around his shoulders.

“I can think of plenty of ways for you to make it up to me,” you tease, grinning as you tilt your mouth forward to kiss him again. He hums softly against your mouth, and really, you’re content to stay there for a long while. You can feel him softening inside you, but you’re not ready to pull away yet, just grateful to have this time with him. His fingers card through your hair, pushing it out of your face gently, and you smile against his mouth before pulling back.

He’s looking at you with a soft smile, eyes moving over your face before pressing another quick kiss to your mouth. “That was probably the most embarrassing thing that’s ever happened to me,” he admits, making you exhale a sharp breath of laughter as you grin. “Wanna head to my room?”

You nod after kissing him a final time, then you’re rising off the length of his cock as you bite your lip. Your knees are shaky when you get to your feet, and you can already feel his cum and your wetness coating your thighs, making your arousal spike all over again. When Pierre stands, kicking his pants off and leaves them discarded, you grin, enjoying the sight of his body quickly before he nods in the direction of his room.

He takes the lead, hand slipping into yours, and you follow closely. His room is just as sparse as the rest of the apartment, but to your surprise, his bed is actually made. You’re about to tease him about it when turns around to face you, hands immediately going to the hem of your shirt. Raising your arms over your head to help him get it off, you’re grinning, and you reach for him, guiding his mouth toward yours.

Pierre’s hands slide up the curve of your waist before finding the hooks of your bra to pull the last bit of fabric away from your body. Immediately then, you’re leaning into his chest, rising up onto your toes to better match his height. His hands keep moving, over your back, over your hips, down to the back of your thighs, and it surprises you when he lifts you easily, turning to carry you to the bed.

He sets you down gently, leaning over your body to keep kissing you as his feet stay planted on the floor. Your arms tighten around his neck, glad to be finally laying down, but not willing to let him pull away just yet. The kiss picks up a bit of urgency as one of his hands slips down your waist to settle between your legs. As soon as you feel the back of his knuckles brush over the inside of your thigh, you moan softly into his mouth, and he pulls back then with a quick grin.

When he straightens up, Pierre’s eyes sweep over your frame, and the way he licks his lips makes you shiver. Instinctively, your legs part further for him as his fingers move higher up your leg, and you’re watching him closely in the low lighting of his room. He meets your eye a second before you feel his fingers brushing through his folds, just in time for him to see your mouth drop open as you exhale a whine.

His confidence is picking up again, you can tell in the way he hums softly as his gaze drops to your cunt then. You can feel that you’re a mess, a mix of your own wetness and his cum clinging to your folds, and he just barely dips two fingers inside you. The motion makes your hips rock insistently to make a smirk tug at the corners of his mouth as his fingers sink into you all at once.

Your jaw clenches as you whine his name, wishing he was closer to you. You could feel your pussy throbbing and squeezing around his fingers, already so wound up from riding him earlier, desperate for release. He’s watching you closely still, and when his fingers curl inside you to brush against your g-spot, you’re already seeing stars.

“You look so fucking good right now,” he murmurs, leaning over you then to press kisses along your stomach. “So needy, already full of my cum.” His words make heat rise in your cheeks, surprised to hear that bit of dirty talk from him. The statement is punctuated with him finally starting to fuck his fingers into you slowly, deep enough that he drags another moan out of you.

You’re already panting when his mouth starts to move lower, leaving a trail of open mouthed kisses and nips along your hip before moving lower still as the pace of his fingers speeds up slightly. His free hand moves to guide your leg over his shoulder and you move so easily for him, just grateful to have him all to yourself for the night. Holding your breath, knowing where he’s heading, your body tenses as your head falls back against the mattress.

When you feel his mouth open against your clit, a satisfied sound leaves you as your hand moves to his head, fingers raking through his hair. His fingers scissor inside you, still making sure to hit your g-spot here and there as he sucks your clit into your mouth. Your pussy clenches around his fingers as you inhale a shaky breath and you know your orgasm is going to approach quickly, already so keyed up after riding him earlier.

The blunt edge of his teeth drags over your clit teasingly, and you can’t help the way you practically jolt against him. He hums against you in response to the motion, earning a curse out of you.

“Fuck, oh my god,” you breathe, leg tightening over his shoulder as your heel digs into his back.

Your body is hot like there’s fire running through your veins, and his room is filled with the obscene sounds of his fingers fucking into you and the needy gasps that keep slipping past your lips. The way your back arches a second later, the tightening low in your stomach are both telltale signs that your orgasm is starting to build. Biting your lip, your eyes squeeze shut as a shiver jolts down your spine, and just as you’re cum, he pulls back.

An impatient sound leaves you, and again, you dig your heel into his back again as you lift your head to look down at him. You must look irritated, because an almost sheepish grin slides onto his face. His fingers are still rocking into you, albeit slower, and his head turns just enough to kiss the inside of your thigh.

“You, uh,” he starts, pausing to clear his throat as he licks his lips. “‘Do you wanna sit on my face?” A flush colors his cheeks, and his words surprise you enough that it makes your eyebrows raise.

“Do you have any idea how close I was?” you ask in a teasing tone, rolling your eyes as you grin widely at him.

“Yeah,” he responds, smirking at you in a way that makes you makes you nudge him in the forehead gently with your knee. You exhale a deep breath as you nod in response to his question though, smile never leaving your face.

Pierre practically surges toward you then, his fingers leaving you as he untangles himself from you. He leans into you as he kisses you hungrily, making your body arch up toward his for the contact. You can taste yourself on his mouth, and that just makes you more eager to have his mouth on you. Growing impatient again, your hands push at his shoulders to get him to roll over onto his back.

He takes the hint, and you bite your lip as you watch him move, bringing a hand up to push through your hair. He’s barely even laying down before he’s reaching for you eagerly, making you exhale a breath of a laughter as you move to straddle his face. You’re grateful that he’s at least got a headboard so you’ve at least got something to hold onto, and you take a deep breath as you hear him hum beneath you.

Immediately, his hands come up to your thighs, large and warm as he pulls you down to him more. The way your pussy is throbbing has gotten to be almost overwhelming, and you hold onto the headboard, just trying to focus on keeping yourself upright. A gasp leaves you when you feel him lean up toward you, sweeping his tongue through your folds. He groans against you, pulling you closer to him still, and you let out a strangled sound when you feel his nose nudge at your clit.

You’re so eager to cum by then, having been inadvertently edged for most of night, that you’re already grinding down against his mouth. His tongue fucks into you, deep enough to make you see stars, your core throbbing as your hand drops to grip his hair. Not bothering to try to keep yourself quiet by then, you whine his name as he repeats the motion of his tongue again before sucking your clit into his mouth. Toes curling, your body tenses with a moan, knowing you’re already so close for him.

“Mm, fuck, baby, right there,” you whine, leaning forward to rest a bit of weight against the headboard as you struggle to keep yourself upright.

The wet sounds of his mouth working against you are enough to send you over the edge. Your hand twists in his hair as you cry out his name, orgasm hitting you hard enough that it knocks the wind out of you. Pierre squeezes your thighs, tongue flicking over your clit rapidly to push you through your orgasm. Your knees go a bit weak, but thankfully, he seems to be fine with the fact the fact that you’re still grinding against his mouth as your orgasm starts to fade.

When you’re able to breathe normally again, body still shaking, quiet moans still leaving you, Pierre slows. You’re about to move, to settle on the mattress next to him and enjoy some close contact, but his hands tighten on your thighs.

“Fuck, not yet,” he murmurs, earning a breathy laugh out of you as he pulls you back down to him. His tongue drags through your folds slowly, making you shiver. “You just taste so fuckin’ good.” The darkness in his voice is enough to make you squirm over him as you whine.

You can feel that you’re soaked and swollen for him, and you’re already sensitive that when his tongue slides over your clit, you whimper, hips rocking forward against him. He’s a bit gentler then, sucking at your lips, fucking his tongue into you briefly before you feel his hand slide up your thigh. Pierre pulls back just slight, mouthing at your inner thigh before he sinks two fingers deep into your cunt, earning a high-pitched moan from you.

“Oh my god, Pierre,” you breathe, head falling back as your hips rock down to get his fingers a bit deeper for you. His response is to moan into your thigh before his mouth returns to your clit, slowly running his tongue over the swollen bundle of nerves.

You can hardly keep yourself up right by then, leaning into the headboard as you whimper into the crease of your elbow. His fingers are just barely fucking into you, instead curling into you to press relentlessly against your g-spot, leaving you panting and rocking down against his face. It’s nearly too much, your pussy fluttering around his digits as you practically ride them. You know you could cum like this for him again easily, that you’d probably make a mess, but you decide that you don’t want to cum again until his cock is inside you.

Barely keep your eyes open, you’re pulling away from him, whimpering again, and he’s quick to react, guiding you onto your back gently. His face is creased with concern as he hovers over you, and the sight of his mouth and chin slick with your wetness has you squeezing your thighs together.

“You okay?” he asks softly, kissing along your collarbone lightly.

“Yeah,” you murmur breathlessly, hand settling in his hair before tugging at the strands to pull him up to you a bit more. You kiss him firmly, an arm settling around his neck just for the extra contact. “I just didn’t want to cum again until your cock is inside me.” You voice is low when you murmur the words against his mouth, and he makes a sound like the wind’s been knocked out of him, making you giggle.

When he shifts to lean over you a bit more, and you feel the half hard length of his cock rest against your hip, already making you whine for him. Pierre smirks against your mouth then, and your hand shifts between your bodies to wrap your hand around him. The smirk fades as he hums softly, your hand stroking him from base to tip, feeling him harden against your palm.

“I can’t wait to be inside you again,” he murmurs softly, mouth leaving yours to mouth along your neck. Your response is nod eagerly, already slipping your knee over his hip so you can grind up against him. He’s practically fucking into your palm, and when your thumb sweeps over the head of his cock, you hum softly as you smear pre-cum over his skin as you stroke him.

Your arm tightens around his shoulders, nails sinking into his skin, and he curses against your mouth. Pulling back slightly, a quick grin flickers across your face as you guide him to your entrance. Your heel digs into the back of his thigh as you nod quickly, hoping to encourage him to push into you.

He takes your hint, exhaling a low groan against your neck as he pushes into you slowly. Pierre’s taking his time, pulling back to watch your expression change as he slides deep inside you. You exhale the breath you’d been holding, nails raking over his skin, and the groan he lets out makes your pussy clench around him. Shivering, your back arches to press your chest against his, desperate for contact.

“Pierre, holy shit,” you whine quietly, hips rocking up as best as you can. You’re desperate for friction then, and the way he’s throbbing inside you is doing nothing to help how overwhelmingly full you feel.

His reaction is to nod, rocking forward against you in a shallow thrust that makes you cry out. “Fuck, you feel so good, baby,” he murmurs, repeating the motion again.

He’s leaning over you, propped up on his hands, and as he starts to build rhythm. Pierre’s eyes are move over your features, down to watch the way your breasts are bouncing with each rock of his hips into yours. A second later and he kisses you again, his tongue silky as it strokes over yours, and you can feel whis eyelashes flutter against your cheek. All you can hear is the the quiet pants of your breathing and the slick, filthy sound of him fucking into you.

A breathy moan leaves you, arm tightening around his shoulders to try and pull him down to you more. He moves easily, coming down to rest on his elbows as he grinds against you roughly, his mouth leaving yours to trail down your throat. Breathing heavily against your neck, he’s picking up the pace of his thrusts, making you groan for him as the head of his cock drags over your g-spot with each motion.

Pierre’s fingers brush your hair off your forehead as you squeeze your eyes shut, a surprisingly tender gesture that makes you all but melt beneath him. Your leg slips higher on his hip, just wanting him deeper, and again, your nails drag over his back as a slew of curses leaves you. By then, he’s practically pulling out with each motion before fucking back into you, and you’re so wet that the inside of your thighs are slick. His pelvis keeps hitting grinding against your clit with each movement with such perfect friction that your eyes roll back as a whine leaves you.

Resting on one arm, his free hand trails along your side slowly, tracing the curve of your breast. When you keen for him, arching into his touch, he hums softly, brushing his thumb over your nipple lightly. Obviously liking your reaction to the contact, his mouth replaces his hand, leaning over you and pressing open mouthed kisses over your breast, up to your nipple, never losing the rhythm of his hips.

Your breasts are still bouncing lightly in time with his thrusts, and he groans against you as he sucks your nipple between his lips. The hot suction of his mouth on your skin paired with the continuous pressure of his cock hitting your g-spot already has you teetering on the edge of another orgasm, the fire low in your stomach making you cry out for him. Your leg tightens around him, heel digging into his ass, trying to get him closer, deeper, anything that will get you what you’re so desperate for. His mouth leaves your nipple with a quiet, wet pop and you shiver as he kisses up your chest.

“Mm, can you cum for me?” he asks, the words murmured against the column of your throat. You nod quickly, whimpering, already knowing that you’re close, damn near overwhelmed by him. His hand comes down to pull your leg higher on his waist still and he leans back a bit more, the angle so different now, hitting all of the right spots to make you actually scream for him. “Fuck, baby, c’mon, wanna feel you.” His voice is tight when he speaks, hips still snapping hard into yours.

That’s all the encouragement you need before you let go, unravelling for him again. A string of filthy whines leaves your mouth as he fucks you through your orgasm, pussy tightening around his cock rhythmically. Your eyes squeeze shut as your hand slides up to his hair, yanking at the strands just to have something to hold onto. He’s talking to you, you can hear the low hum of his voice over the pounding of your heart in your ears, and your hips rock up off the mattress desperately to meet him.

Pierre’s still murmuring to you as you come down from your orgasm, and you’re able to figure out that he’s speaking in French again, and it’s such a beautiful sound that it makes you whine all over again. You can hear his rough breathing, and when you’re able to open your eyes again, he’s grinning at you, immediately leaning to press a hot, lazy kiss to your mouth. His pace stutters slightly, and he curses when you cunt flutters around him, still trying to grind up against his pelvis for whatever friction you can get.

“Oh, god, fuck, right there,” you breathe roughly, when he fucks into you so deeply that you feel his cock hit your cervix. He nods, mouth leaving yours as he repeats the action, dragging another whine from you. Your foreheads are touching, and when you meet his eye, there’s an intensity burning in his gaze that makes you feel so vulnerable and exposed. Instinctively, your mouth tilts up to meet his again, hand sliding out of his hair to cup his face, keeping him close to you.

He’s getting a bit rougher with soft grunts falling from his mouth. His brow is creased in focus, and his hand slides between your bodies, thumb finding your clit easily. There’s an almost frantic look in his eye, like he’s determined to make you cum again before he lets go, and you’re so sensitive and slick already that you know it won’t take much more effort on his part.

“Are you―fuck, are you close?” he asks, voice sounding rather strained.

“Yeah, I―oh,” you respond, nodding quickly as he keeps fucking into you.

He lets the motion of his hips go a bit sloppy, grinding into you here and there and focusing his attention on your clit. The head of his cock keeps dragging over your g-spot slowly enough that all you can do is whimper for him, your hand on his face dropping to his shoulder again, just needing something to hold onto.

As your orgasm builds, you squirm beneath him, hips rocking up to meet his in uneven, desperate motions. Your body is slick with sweat by then, and when Pierre buries his face into your neck, you notice the flush that’s coloring his back and shoulders. He feels so good pressed against you, hitting all the right spots inside you while his thumb rubs at your clit. A second later and he nips hard at the side of your neck, making you gasp.

That’s enough to push you over the edge, a filthy mix of a moan and a scream leaving you as you cum for again. He’s pounding hard into you still, and feeling his cock press against your g-spot just so perfectly, his name leaves you in another high whine. You feel yourself gush around him, and a slurred curse leaves him a second later when his pace falters completely.

The feeling of him spilling into you is unmistakable, all hot and slick, and your hips are still rocking up to meet his as you shake beneath him. He slows, breathing heavily into your neck, murmuring your name here and there with some French mixed in. Your pussy is still clenching tight around him when he stills, moaning into your skin before his head tilts up to nose along your jaw. Mind buzzing, you grin lazily to yourself, thumb rubbing over the skin of his shoulder softly, because that’s the only part of your body you can will yourself to move right then.

You’re both panting, trying to catch your breath, and there’s something so comforting about the weight and warmth of his body resting over yours. You can feel his eyelashes fluttering against your collarbone and as you remember how to move your limbs, your hand moves up to slide your fingers through his hair and he leans into your touch just enough for you to notice. He’s still pulsing inside you as he softens, but you’re in absolutely no rush for him to pull out, too content now that your bodies are joined together.

After a few moments of comfortable silence, he exhales a sigh against neck, and the warmth of his breath makes you shiver. His hand slides down your waist slowly before guiding your leg down to rest against the mattress. Your hip aches from how long you’ve had your knee hooked over his waist, and you exhale a soft sigh of your own as he pulls back enough to kiss you softly.

He stays close, letting his nose bump against yours, making you grin up at him. “Did that make up for earlier?” he asks, voice low. The smile on his face says he already knows your answer, and you let out a scoff of laughter as you poke him in the ribs gently. His response is to kiss you again, harder this time, but slow and sensual enough to make you whine against his mouth.

When he pulls back again, his eyes slide over your features, studying you intently enough that it makes a flush rise to your cheeks.

“What?” you ask after a moment, hand coming up to smooth his hair down as best as you can.

Pierre shrugs, a shy smile settling on his mouth. “Nothing, I’m just really happy,” he tells you quietly, a blush coloring his cheeks.

The smile the spreads across you’d face was nothing short of enamored, and you tilt your head up to kiss him. “I am too,” you respond, the words murmured against his lips. The skin to skin contact was relaxing, and the two of you stayed like that for a few moments longer, talking quietly to each other.

It wasn’t until your stomach starts growling a few minutes later that either of you move. You’re both laughing, and he presses a kiss to shoulder as he pulls away.

“Where are you going?” you ask, pouting at him as you try to pull him back to you. A second later, he pulls out and rolls away, leaving you to tug the blankets up over your frame.

“Just grabbing my phone,” he responds, leaning back to press a quick kiss to your mouth once he’s on his feet. “Figured we’d order a late night snack or something.” His words make you grin, deciding that food was a good enough reason to put some distance between your bodies.

You settle back against his pillows, making yourself comfortable as you watch him move around his room to find his phone. Catching a glimpse of his ass, you can’t help but smirk as you hold the sheet up over your chest. With his back to you, you can see that you’d left several long scratches along his back and shoulder. If the sex hadn’t been as good as it was, you might’ve felt a little bad about it. He turns around a second later, and his grin tells you he’d caught you checking him out, but you don’t particularly care, watching him step into a pair of sweats.

“You, uh, you want one of my shirts to sleep in?” he asks, licking his lips as his eyes sweep over you.

“Some sweats too, please,” you say, nodding as you sit up a bit more in bed. Pierre rolls his eyes, being dramatic as he acts like you’ve simply asked for too much, you laugh softly, rolling your eyes right back at him. He tosses you an old t-shirt and a pair of sweats, and shoots you a wink. You snort softly, shaking your head as you pull the shirt on over your head.

When he tells you that he’ll be right back, you nod with a grin, slipping out of bed as he exits the room. Left alone in his room, you step into the sweats before padding across the floor to enter what you infer to be his bathroom. You take a moment to pee and run your fingers through your hair to keep it from looking too wild, and when you return to his room, you grin when see him settled into bed.

His attention was on his phone and he’s biting his lip as he scrolls, looking focused. A second later and he glances at you, eyes sliding down your form as he takes in the sight of you in his ridiculously large clothes. Smiling, he pats the spot on the bed next to him, already lifting the edge of the blanket so you can slide in next to him.

“What are you in the mood for, huh? Chinese, tacos, sushi?” he asks as you lean into him, resting your head on his chest as you weigh your options.

“Mm, tacos,” you say, tilting your head up to kiss his jaw once.

“Good choice,” he responds with a nod, making you hum softly, contently.

and there we go, loves!!! thank you so much for everyone that’s helped me along the way in writing this, whether it was hyping me up or those of you expressing how much you’ve enjoyed this fic. it means so much to me! please keep it up with the feedback, it means so much to me!

i’ve absolutely loved writing this series, and i’m so grateful that you guys have stuck around through all of it! in total, it’s probably close to 35k words, and i’m so happy with how this series turned out. 

forever thanks to @dirtierhockey​, @stupidpuckboys​, and @pornstachevesey​ for their constant and undying support, i probs never would’ve finished this lil series without you guys!

also, because i’ve been teasing about the title of this fic since the start basically, “so you know what’s on my mind” is a line from dick in a box, as an ode to pld’s brilliant costume for halloween 2k17 ✌🏻 love you guys!

#columbus blue jackets imagine #pierre luc dubois imagine #pierre-luc dubois smut #pierre-luc dubois imagine #nhl imagine #nhl smut #sykwomm #smut #mine

[rawmeanderson]

so you know what’s on my mind ― part I

plot: SURPRISE, PLD likes older women ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ (age range 25-28) warnings: cursing, drinking, mentions of sex???? word count: 5.1k also featuring: Boone, Jonesy, Andyman, Zach, and Ryan

As soon as you take the shot, you’re grimacing, shaking your head as you place the glass down on the table top. Seth seems to be having the same reaction, quickly reaching for his beer as a chaser.

“Fuck, Boone, this is why we never let you order the shots anymore,” you tease, laughing as you reach for your hard cider, taking a couple of long drinks. Boone just shrugs, grinning. Part of you wonders if he just likes seeing his friends in pain because of him.

“Yeah, dude, that was fucking nasty,” Seth says, shaking his head as he picks his phone up.

It was good to be out with them again, to have them back in Columbus. The season was starting up again soon, and the Blue Jackets players were slowly returning to the city, which meant you had some of your favorite drinking buddies back. You’d known Seth for as long as you could remember, and you’d ended up in Columbus for a job before he was traded. His teammates quickly became your friends as well, and you could out-drink most of them. They were all good guys, and you were happy to have them back in town after a long off-season.

You can feel that shot creeping up on you as the three of you catch up, a smile wide on your face as Boone and Seth talk about their trip to Nashville with Josh. Nothing exciting had been going on in your life, and you tease them the part of that had to do with the fact that they’d all be out enjoying the off season while you were stuck in the city. As Boone tries to convince you to do another shot, Seth’s attention is on his phone, and he puts it facedown on the table a second later.  

“I’ve been trying to get Andyman and PLD to come out, but Andy’s not answering and Luc says he’s busy playing COD,” Seth says, shrugging as he took a drink of his beer.

Boone snorts quietly, a grin sliding onto his features. “Tell Luc that Y/N’s here, that’ll get his attention,” he chimes in, making Seth roll his eyes.

You frown in confusion, exhaling a short laugh. “What do I have to do with it?” you ask, hand coming up to push your hair out of your face. You’re frowning, wondering if you’d missed something. Boone’s about to open his mouth again when Seth shoots him a look, and you sigh, shaking your head. “Did I miss something?”

“Nah, Luc just thinks you’re a hottie,” Boone says quickly before Seth can jump in to shut him up. Your eyebrows raise and you can’t help but laugh. That certainly wasn’t what you’d expected to hear, considering you’re more than half a decade older than him. Seth is obviously annoyed that Boone had said anything, and your brows knit together again as you try to piece together what’s happening at the table.

“Dude, this is why nobody fuckin’ tells you anything,” Seth says, scoffing softly as he finishes off his beer before excusing himself to go up to the bar for another. It was no secret that Boone had a tendency to let slip things that he shouldn’t, and he didn’t quite seem to care considering he never made any real effort to keep his mouth shut.

“So, when did PLD say that exactly?” you question, leaning into the table a bit more now that Seth wasn’t around to give Boone shit for spilling the beans. It was a lot to digest, and really, you were curious. Had he outrightly said it? Was it just in passing? The specifics of it nearly had your head spinning.

“He’s said it a couple of times, I guess,” he answers, shrugging slightly. “Anytime we invite him anywhere, he asks if you’re gonna be there. One time we were all teasin’ him about you and he got all blushy. I’m pretty sure he’s been working up the nerve to ask Seth for your number. Seems to me like the kid’s got it bad for you.”

“You sound a little jealous,” you tease, grinning at him. Boone laughs softly and shrugs again.

“Well, can’t say I don’t blame him.” Boone shoots you a wink, and you feel heat rise up your neck as you bite your lip to suppress a wider grin. You and Boone have hooked up a number of times in the past, just casually whenever the both of you were single.

A soft hum is really the only response you’ve got, knowing your own cheeks were a little flushed. Obviously, Pierre was a good looking guy, talented and sweet, and surely, he had his pick of any girl in the city, especially with Ohio State being practically right around the corner. Your self-confidence had wavered in years past, but you felt that you’d grown into yourself, and now, knowing Pierre was into you made your ego swell a bit. Taking a sip of beer, you reach for your phone and idly open Instagram, you’re still surprised by what Boone had told you. You’ve had a bit of a crush on Josh for quite a while now, and you feel like he’s been flirting with you more often lately.

Your mind start to wander within a moment, but Seth returns to the table. He’s gotten another hard cider for you and you thank him quietly as he sets it in front of you. “What’d I miss, huh? You tell her anything else you shouldn’t have?” he asks, eyes on Boone with a disappointed look on his face. It takes everything you have not to laugh, finishing off your first drink quickly, and Boone’s only response is to roll his eyes.

Obviously trying to change the subject, Boone asks how your summer was. Your response is to grin knowingly before you shrug, taking a quick sip from the bottle in front of you. “It was alright, I guess,” you say, fingers idly toying with the bottle. “Just worked and tried to live vicariously through you guys on all of your trips, really.” You’re grinning, exhaling a soft laugh as you glance at Seth. “Did Josh ever text you back?”

“Yeah, he’s up in Cleveland with Wenny at an Indians game, but he said to let him know the next

time we head out for a drink,” Seth responded, slipping his phone into his pocket. You nod simply and return your attention to your drink.

The three of you didn’t stay out together much longer, mostly since you had to get up for work in the morning. Boone decides to stay at the bar and Seth offered to give you a ride home, even though you only lived a couple of blocks away.

“Hey, I know it probably goes without saying, but don’t tell Luc what Boone said,” Seth say as the pair of you climb the stairs of the parking garage on the way to his car. You glance at him and laugh softly.

“Seth, what do you expect me to say? ‘So, Boone told me you were into me, is that true?’ C’mon, you know I wouldn’t do that,” you say, chuckling as you adjust your bag on your shoulder as the two of you step off the stairs. He scoffs at your comment and shrugs as he reaches into his pocket for his keys as you start approach his vehicle.

“Yeah, I know, but Luc wants your number so bad, and I’m having fun making him work for it, so I don’t want you making it easy on him.” Seth glances at you then with a grin and you roll your eyes, grateful that he’d look away as you feel your cheeks flush. You’re curious as to how exactly Seth is exploiting Pierre’s interest in getting your number, but you decide it’s best not to ask.

“We follow each other on Instagram, is he afraid to slide into my DMs or something?” you ask as Seth unlocks the vehicle and you slide into the passenger seat.

“Personally, I think he’s worried I’ll be pissed if he doesn’t have my approval or anything.” Seth sounds way too amused with all of this, glancing at you with a grin that makes you scoff. “I’ve let him know that you’re free to do whatever you want, including him or Boone.” His last comment earns a look of irritation from you that Seth meets with the same grin as before as he backed out of his parking spot.

“Please tell me you didn’t phrase it like that,” you say with a nervous chuckle. Truthfully, Seth only knew about Boone because he’d walked in on the pair of you a while back, and he brought it up every chance he got.

“Nah, I didn’t, I just like teasing you about it.” You roll your eyes then, shaking your head as you fight back a grin. You know that you’re blushing, you can feel the heat in your cheeks, and you turn your head to look out the window in an attempt to hide it.

By the time you wake up in the morning, the conversations from the night before are rather forgotten. Always lazy when you first wake up, you lay in bed and scroll through social media on your phone for a while before forcing yourself out of bed. Pierre had posted something to his Instagram story about his Call of Duty adventures from the night before, and grinning to yourself, you can’t help but reply to it with a quick “Hope the game was worth missing Boone get shut down by every girl at the bar!” As soon as you hit send, you regret it, biting your lip as you drop your phone on the end table and force yourself out of bed to get in the shower.

You forgot about replying to his story until you saw he’d responded when you were scrolling through Instagram on your lunch break at work. His response of “I thought that happened every time you guys went out” got a snort out of you, and you had to admit that he wasn’t wrong.

Taking a sip from your bottle of water, you were grinning as you typed out “Okay, you’re right, but still, missed seeing you! We’ll have to get together soon.” You felt antsy, giddy when you sent the message and couldn’t help but roll your eyes at yourself. It’d been ages since you’d flirted with a 20 year old, and you’d never been good at it, even when you were that age.

For the rest of the work day, you were thinking about Pierre. He’d messaged you back, agreeing that you guys needed to get together soon. You thought about giving him your number, but you knew Seth would be ticked if you ruined his fun already. Tapping your nails on your desk, you quickly Google the Blue Jackets schedule and you make a mental note to go shopping for a shirt with Pierre’s number on it to wear to a game.

A week passes, and Seth talked you into cooking dinner for a bunch of the guys. They all had a weak spot for your alfredo recipe, and really, who were you to say no, especially when Seth had Boone, Josh, and Zach text you, all saying please in an attempt to coerce you into cooking for them. Pierre even sent you a pouty faced selfie on Instagram, and really, that was what made you give in. Seth’s place was bigger, so he hosted everyone, even did the grocery shopping for everything you’d need. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t love cooking for the guys, especially when Seth practically had them begging you.

You spent most of the day at Seth’s, just lounging on his couch as he played video games. You were excited to see everyone, especially the guys that you hadn’t seen since their season ended in April. Pierre had messaged you on Instagram the night before to ask if he should bring anything, and it made you smile. You’d told him not to worry about bringing anything, to let Seth go ahead and pay for everything pertaining to the little dinner party.

You’re making yourself busy in the kitchen as the guys started to show up, pausing here and there to greet them as they arrived. Zach arrives with a couple of bottles of wine and as you hugged him, you teased that it was nice that he was the one buying the wine now instead of you. He laughs says that it’s nice to see you, and as he leaves the kitchen, you hear him tell Seth that Ryan’s running late. A few minutes later, Boone and Josh show up at the same time, both of them coming into the kitchen to greet you.

“God, it smells incredible,” Josh says, placing the six pack of beer he’d brought on the counter as he approaches you. His arms looping around you in a tight hug as you chuckle, your arms wrapping around him comfortably. You can tell that he’s looking over your shoulder easily to scope out the progress of dinner, leaning into you a bit more. Yeah, that crush was still in full force, that was for sure.

“Glad to hear it,” you tell him, pulling back with a grin. From the corner of your eye, you see Boone try to swipe a piece of chicken from the skillet and you’re quick to slap his hand away, shooting him a warning look. He looks annoyed, but he’s grinning all the while and shooting you a wink as he moves out to the living room to where the rest of the guys were relaxing. You turn your attention back to Josh then, smile never leaving your face. “How was your summer? I heard you had a great time in Nashville!”

“Yeah, we really did. I wish you’d been able to join us, I always feel better when you’re there to supervise us,” Josh says, grinning back at you in a way that makes your cheeks flush. Not wanting him to see your blush, you turn back to the stove, trying to make yourself look busy as you quickly stir the linguine boiling in a pot. You can feel his eyes on you and it makes you feel a bit clumsy, accidentally splashing some of the boiling water on the stovetop. “You need help with anything?”

His question surprises you and you give him a quick smile as you shake your head. “Nah, I’ve got everything under control in here, go ahead and relax with the guys,” you say, gathering your hair up to tie it into a ponytail with the elastic around your wrist. Josh licks his lips as he nods, grabbing a bottle from his pack of beer and putting the rest in the refrigerator.

“Just yell for me if you need anything,” he tells you, and you nod with a smile as he leaves the kitchen.

Cooking for that many hockey players was never easy, and you may have gone a little overboard with how much food you were making, but hey, at least there’d be enough for everyone to have their fill. The broccoli was done steaming, so you turned off the burner, returning your attention to the alfredo sauce, stirring it with a whisk. Humming to yourself as you reached for the pepper grinder, you heard the front door open then close, and you glance up to see Pierre stepping into the kitchen.

“Hey, am I late?” he asks, sounding a little breathless as he looks from you to the food still cooking on the stove. Grinding some salt into the pasta sauce, you grin at him and shake your head as he moves into the kitchen.

“Nope, just in time. Everything’s almost done,” you tell him, putting down the pepper mill and tucking a bit of hair behind your ear. Glancing at the food still cooking on the stovetop, you decide you’ve got the chance to turn to Pierre with a wide grin, reaching up to pull him into a big hug. “It’s good to see you!”

You can tell he was a little surprised that you’d hugged him, his arm slowly rising to wrap around, his hand sliding over your back. He holds your body firm against his for a moment, and god, he smells so fucking good. Really, you could’ve stood there like that for hours, but sadly, you had more than half a dozen professional hockey players waiting on dinner. When you pull back, it looks like he’s blushing, and you turn back to the stove top as you feel yourself start to flush as well.

“How was your summer?” Pierre asks a second later after clearing his throat. You hear him move and as you stir the pasta again, you glance back at him. He’s leaning back against the counter then, arms crossed over his chest as he watches you.

“It was good!” you say, voice a bit too chirpy for your liking, a little nervous under his eye then. Clearing your throat, you try to focus on cooking again but it’s easier said than done. “I mostly just worked, really, nothing really exciting. How was yours though? It looks like you took some great trips.” You shift your weight from one foot to another and you hear him take a step closer to you.

“Yeah, it was good, but I’m ready to get back on the ice,” he says, and just from his tone, you can tell that he’s nodding. “Do you need help with anything?”

Sprinkling parmesan into the alfredo sauce, you hum softly, thinking over what still needs done. “You can test the pasta if you want, see if it’s done,” you say, nodding toward the pot of boiling pasta.

From the corner of your eye, you see him nod, reaching for the pasta spoon. He struggles a bit, every bit of the linguine sliding right off the spoon and he curses under your breath. You can’t help but laugh softly since you’ve always had the same problem. Pierre starts laughing along with you, shaking his head as he finally nabs a piece of pasta.

“Nicely done,” you tease, glancing up at him as you turn over the pieces of chicken breast in the skillet.

“Thanks,” he mutters, nudging you gently with his elbow before tasting the linguine. He takes a second to contemplate it, then shaking his head quickly. “Needs another minute.” Exhaling a soft laugh, you nod, thanking him softly for his valued opinion. That gets another laugh out of him, and you hear him take a breath like he’s about to say something, but instead, you both turn your heads as Seth enters the kitchen.

“Boone’s bitching about being hungry,” Seth says with an exasperated look. You roll your eyes as he continues, “Should I go ahead and take plates out to the table?”

“Yeah, go ahead. Only a couple more minutes,” you tell him and he nods, grabbing the plates and silverware you’d set out earlier.

Beside you, Pierre was stirring the pasta again, tasting another piece a moment later and nodding then. “Yeah, it’s done,” he confirms and he’s looking at you for further instruction.

“Collander’s in the cabinet next to the sink,” you say, nodding your head in back in the general direction of the sink.

You feel rather proud that everything on the stovetop had finished at the same time, so you were just waiting on the breadsticks to finish in the oven. After turning off the burners, you sprinkle some parsley, oregano, and a bit more parmesan into the sauce and stir a bit longer as you wait for it to thicken. Glancing over your shoulder, Pierre’s draining the pasta, obviously concentrating on making sure not to spill water everywhere.

“Want to tell everyone to come get plates?” you ask, reaching to turn the oven off as the timer on your phone sounds to let you know that the breadsticks are done. He nods in response to your question, and you’re quick to get the breadsticks from the oven, humming in approval at the fact that they were perfectly golden. After moving them to a cooling rack, you move to set everything out on the counter for the guys to make their plates, knowing it was a hell of a lot easier if they served themselves.

The guys filter into the kitchen quickly, all of them groaning appreciatively at the food laid out in front of them. Ryan had showed up without you noticing, and you’re quick to give him a hug as he scoops pasta onto his plate. “Thanks for dinner, Mom,” he teases, chuckling a bit as you roll your eyes.

Everyone knows to help themselves, and as they make their plates, you start cleaning up a bit to save time later despite Seth telling you not to worry about it. He always said that, despite knowing you’d never listen, and everyone makes sure to thank you as they head out to the dining room. You’d made enough pasta, chicken, broccoli, alfredo sauce, and breadsticks to nearly feed the whole damn team, but really, you enjoyed cooking for them, especially considering you hadn’t seen most of them in months.

Once everyone’s gotten their food, you make yourself a plate before pulling a bottle of hard cider from the fridge. You’re twisting the cap off when Pierre comes back into the kitchen, plate in hand, and you raise your eyebrows as you look at him.

“What’s up? You back for seconds already?” you ask teasingly, grinning at him.

He laughs quietly, sounding a bit nervous as he shakes his head. “No, I thought you were cleaning up already, I was going to see if you wanted any help,” he says, meeting your eye then.

You smile at his sweetness, shaking your head back at him. “Nah, Seth is the one who gets to clean up,” you say, chuckling before taking a sip from the bottle in your hand. “I was just waiting for everyone to get their food first. I was about to come sit down, don’t worry.” You flash him wide grin as you take a breadstick, making sure to grab a fork.

At the table, you end up sitting between Josh and Pierre, and if you had to guess based on the smirk on his face, Seth had made sure you ended up between the two of them. Ryan and Zach left pretty quickly after dinner, letting you tease them about eating, then ditching the party. To make up for it, Zach let you have the unopened bottle of wine in the fridge which was fine by you.

You spent the rest of the evening with a nice buzz, relaxing on the couch. Boone, Pierre, and Josh hung around for a while, all of you debating what to watch as Seth cleaned up after dinner. You’re comfortable around them, crushes and history aside, they were your best friends for the most part, and it was nice getting to spend time with them after the off season. Really, you were taking up most of the couch, and Josh had moved you feet to sit down, only to let you put your feet back in his lap. Boone had texted you a simple “👀👀👀” when he noticed, and you felt heat rising up the back of your neck. Pierre was sitting in the arm chair and you noticed him stealing glances at you, which did nothing to help the way you were flushing. He looks tense and you try to ignore it, Boone’s words from the week before rattling around your brain.

After a while, you decide that it’s time to head home, and Pierre stands up at the same time you do, announcing he should get going as well. You say your goodbyes, and Josh stands up to hug you, as does Boone. As your hugging him, Boone teases you that Luc had only been sticking around because you were still there, and immediately, you nudge him in the ribs as you roll your eyes. You know he’s not wrong, but either way, you’re blushing by the time you pull away.

In the elevator down to the parking garage, you and Pierre both stand there in a silence that weighs heavy between you. You’re biting your lip, shifting your weight from one foot to the other, and when he clears his throat, your eyes lift to his, expecting him to say something.

“Thanks for making dinner, by the way,” he says, the words coming out a little rushed, and you smile up at him. “I always forget how good your cooking is.” He laughs then, sounding a little bashful and you shrug. He looks so young then as you look up at him. Somehow, you’d forgotten just how tall he was over the summer, and just looking at him, it’s easy to forget that he’s so much younger than you.

“I like cooking for you guys, plus, I figure you guys could always go for a home cooked meal, given how often you guys are on the road,” you say, tucking a bit of hair behind your ear as the elevator stops in the parking garage. He lets you step out first, following as you head toward your SUV.

“Yeah, it’s nice not having to order out or try to cook on my own,” he admits with a grin, and the fact that he had added the ‘try to cook’ in there got a laugh out of you.

Really, you’re not sure if it was the way he’d been stealing glances at you earlier, or that he’d been so eager to help you out, but you decide that Seth’s had enough fun for himself. “Let me give you my number, that way whenever you don’t feel like trying to cook, you can just bug me and I’ll cook for you,” you tell him, fishing in your bag for your keys so you can unlock your vehicle.

Pierre’s clearly surprised, his cheeks flushing when you look up at him. He stammers for a second, shaking his head. “No, uh, you don’t have to do that, I’ll survive, don’t worry about me,” he says, licking his lips nervously.

Biting your lip, you smile at him, enjoying the fact that you’d got him flustered like that. “I don’t have to do what, cook for you, or give you my number?” you ask, teasing tone obvious in your voice. That only makes him flush a deeper shade of pink.

“Well, I mean, either, really,” he says, laughing finally as he brings a hand up to push through his hair. The pair of you have arrived at your vehicle and you can see his a few spaces down. He reaches into his pocket for his phone, focusing his attention on it which gives you the chance to watch him for a moment.

You find his nervousness sweet and really, it’s helping your nerves as well. Flirting had never been your strong suit, especially not when it came to guys like Pierre who easily could’ve had his pick of whoever he wanted. That much could be obvious given your crush on Josh had been ongoing for a couple of years now, and you’d never even tried to make a move. Your conversation with Boone at the bar last week was still replaying in your mind constantly, and you were proud of yourself for taking the step to give him your number.

He still looks nervous when he hands you his phone, his eyes moving over your features in a way that makes you take a breath, forcing yourself to focus on putting your number in his contacts. You save your contact information and hand his phone back to him with a smile.

“Text me whenever you want. It’s hard cooking for one, you can come over anytime,” you tell me, grinning still. The air feels heavy between the two of you and he nods, smiling bashfully still as he slips his phone back into his pocket. You were chewing on the inside of your cheek, taking a deep breath then as reached to open the car door. “I’ll see you around, yeah?”

“Yeah, absolutely,” he says with a smile, looking a bit proud of himself then as he nodded before turning to head to his own car.

Despite being a grown adult, you spend the next several days checking your phone obsessively to see if Pierre had texted you, but he hadn’t. Seth had made sure to tease you about how you’d been pretty cozy with Josh after dinner, and you took that opportunity to let him know that you’d given Pierre your number. Honestly, the admission had backfired on you, given the fact that he now got to tease you about Pierre too.

You’re getting ready for bed one night, washing your face, when you hear your phone chime. You pick it up and see a message from a number not in your contacts, and immediately, you grin.

MAYBE: Pierre ― hey, it’s Pierre. Are you free next weekend? Like, all weekend?

Before texting him back, you check your calendar and your emails, just to make sure you were free. You take a moment to save his number to your contacts before responding to him.

You ― I’m pretty sure. Why, what’s up? You tired of trying to cook for yourself?Pierre ― Yeah, but that’s not why i’m asking 😂 Pierre ― Boone, Seth, and I are renting a cabin up by Niagara Falls for a couple of days and I thought you might like to come.

A wide grin slides onto your face as you read his message, and you bite your lip as you type out your response.

You ― Count me in! We’ll go over plans soon!

Personally, you’re a little offended that the invitation had come from Pierre rather than Seth or Boone,and you decide you ought to let the know that.

You ― I can’t believe my invite for Niagara came from PLD and not either of you assholes

After sending the message, you switch back to scrolling through Instagram aimlessly until your phone buzzes in your hand.

Boone ― holy shit Seth ― HA! Seth ― looks like Boone’s paying for the cottage 😂 You ― what the fuck are you guys talking about? Boone ― Luc was bugging Seth about inviting you to go with us Boone ― so Seth told him if Luc wanted you there, he had to invite you himself Seth ― yeah, and Boone didn’t think he would, so we bet on it 😎 You ― of course you fucking did 🙄 Seth ― hey, now that you’re going, would you mind driving?

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[rawmeanderson]

so you know what’s on my mind ― part II

plot: SURPRISE, PLD likes older women ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ (age range 25-28) warnings: cursing, drinking, mentions of sex, idk i’m really bad at this part???? word count: 6.2k also featuring: Boone and Jonesy

PART I

The days leading up to the trip to Niagara Falls were full of anxiety on your side. You were psyching yourself up really, trying to decide what to pack. Boone and Seth weren’t helping. You were pretty sure they already had a bet going over if you and Pierre would hook up or not, and really, you didn’t care. You knew that if you asked them to knock it off, they would, but despite how antsy you felt about all of it, it was funny to see Boone and Seth getting so involved in your love life.

Pierre had texted you a couple of times, even sent you a meme at one point that was so funny you’d had to show a couple coworkers after they asked why you were laughing so hard. He was sweet, kept saying he was excited for the trip. It made you feel like a teenager all over again, giddy and eager. You’d never spent so much time with him and you were getting worried you’d make an idiot of yourself in front of him  in one way or another. You were crossing the border to the Canadian side of the falls so Pierre could drink, and all of you had been giving him hell about the it. He’d agreed to pay for dinner one night to repay the three of you for being the reason you’d have to take the time to cross back into the states on your way home.

You take Friday off from work so the four of you can leave Thursday evening, and that Tuesday, you were surprised with Pierre called you at work.

“Hey, bud, what’s up?” you ask, cradling the phone between your ear and your shoulder so you could continue typing up an email as you talk.

“Oh, hey! I didn’t expect you to answer,” he says, laughing a second later. “I, uh..I was just gonna see if you needed an oil change or a tire rotation or anything before we left...for your car, obviously. I’d pay for it, I just figured since you were driving, I could at least chip in somehow.” His words make you smile, and you can practically hear him blushing through the phone. Seth always paid for a bit of maintenance for your car anytime you went on a trip, and it wouldn’t surprise you if he’d put Pierre up to this.

“Uhh, yeah, that’d be great actually,” you tell him, biting your lip as you jot down a note to call and schedule an appointment at your usual garage. There’s a wide smile on your face by then and you can hear him hesitating a bit on the other end of the line.

“I can go with you,” he says, words rushed before he clears his throat. “If you want me to, that is. If not, I can just Venmo you the money or something.”

Yeah, this definitely had Seth written all over it. He knew you hated going to get maintenance done on your vehicle alone, even if you didn’t wait around while you did the work, so he always went with you. The two of you would usually drop off your car then head to a coffee shop or grab a bite to eat while you waited, but now, having Pierre with you would be a sweet change.

“You can come with me if you want to, but don’t feel like you have to,” you tell him, worried that he’s offering it up out of obligation.

“No, no, I’ll go, I don’t mind,” he says, sounding a little eager. You laugh softly, and you’re nodding to yourself then, biting your lip for a moment.

“Okay, so, let me call and see when they can fit me in sometime in the next couple of days and I’ll let you know, yeah?” you say, hoping whenever the shop could fit you in at a time that would work for Pierre to go with you.

“Yeah, sounds good, I’ll see you soon,” he says, always sounding so sweet.

Thankfully, it worked out that the shop had an opening the following afternoon, and Pierre was free as well. You picked him up, and it was no surprise that he was all smiles. On the ride to the shop, the pair of you talk a bit, mostly about the upcoming trip. After dropping your car off, the two of you walked over to the coffee shop across the street. Before you could stop him, Pierre paid for your iced coffee and he just grinned when you shot him an irritated look. 

Really, you don’t know what you’d expected spending time alone with him would be like, but this wasn’t it. You’d known he was a sweetheart, and he spent the majority of the time in the coffee shop asking you questions about yourself, getting to know you better. Time not spent talking about you was spent discussing the trip. You’d never been to Niagara Falls before, so you were excited. When he said he put together a playlist for the drive, he was clearly excited about it, and you grin as you sip at your coffee, eyes on him. He seemed to be blushing less that day, maybe because you hadn’t been outrightly flirting with him as much, but regardless, you still had butterflies in your stomach the whole time.

The oil change and tire rotation only took about an hour, but really, you could’ve spent the rest of the afternoon sitting there talking to him, enjoying the fact that you finally got to have some time to get to know him without Seth around to tease either of you at any given moment. As the two of you head back to the shop, someone stops Pierre to ask for a photo and he shoots you an apologetic look as you offer to take the photo. You’re used to people stopping Seth, so it doesn’t bother you at all. Walking next to him felt good in a way that you really couldn’t explain. 

After picking your car up, you spend the drive back to Pierre’s stuck in traffic. As always, there was fucking road construction, but the two of you make do. You start talking about the trip again, and tapping your thumbs on the steering wheel, you look over at him. “I was going to pick up some snacks for the drive tomorrow, any requests?” you ask, easing your foot off the brake as traffic starts to move.

“Uhm, Oreos? Or some Swedish Fish,” he says, meeting your eye and you can’t help but smile as you nod.

“Oreos and Swedish Fish, got it,” you respond, giving him a quick thumbs up. “How’s that playlist coming along, huh? Would you be willing to share it with me so I can add a couple of songs, or are you a playlist purist like Seth?”

That got a laugh out of him, a quick breathy sound, and you saw him grinning widely out of the corner of his eye. “That depends, I guess, what are you going to add?” he asks, playful tone to his voice.

You glance at him again, trying your best to look offended as you scoff. “Don’t worry about it, you’ll find out tomorrow night,” you say, grin spreading across your face then.

“I’ll think about it then,” he teases and you scoff quietly, shaking your head. He’s smiling and it’s such a nice sight that your eyes linger on him for a little longer. “Honestly, Seth told me not to let you add anything, he said you suck at playlists.”

Your foot comes off the brake again to creep forward more and you can’t help but scoff again. “Jared Seth Jones is a fucking liar,” you mutter and Pierre laughs a second later. Looking over at him, you’re trying not to smile when you speak again. “It’s true!” Both of you are laughing by then.

“Why does he say you suck at playlists though? I feel like there’s a massive story behind that,” Pierre questions, biting his bottom lip as he looks at you.

That gets you to roll your eyes, and you chuckle softly at the memories of times Seth has bitched about your choice of music. “He says not all playlists, just usually for roadtrips,” you tell him, flipping on your blinker before changing lanes. “I don’t know. If it’s a long drive, I want fun music that I can sing to, otherwise it gets boring, especially if I’m the one driving.” You can hear Pierre chuckling as you check your blindspot, so you continue talking. “The last time we went somewhere, he was bitching because I went from the Mamma Mia! soundtrack to the Popstar soundtrack, and obviously, nothing’s good enough for him.”

“He just doesn’t know to have a good time, we all know that,” he says and you grin, knowing it’s true.

Once you’d dropped Pierre off, you forced yourself to be productive for the evening. You went to Target for snacks and some sunscreen, and ended up leaving with a new swimsuit, some new sandals, and a few pairs of undies that had been on clearance. After putting it off for most of the week, you packed your weekend bag, knowing you’d need to have everything ready that night since you were leaving straight from work the following day. You were sure you were forgetting a couple of things, but there were stores in Canada, so you decided not to stress about it.

You were already in bed by the time Pierre shared the playlist with you, and just to piss Seth off, you added both Mamma Mia! Soundtracks, a few songs from SNL digital shorts, and the entire Lonely Island discography. Grinning, you sent Pierre a quick thank you text, saying you’d added some worthwhile additions. His response was that he’d be looking forward to seeing Seth’s reactions to your additions, and god, that made you smile.

You tossed and turned a bit as you were trying to get to sleep that night, eager to get through the next day of work before you guys left for the trip. Pierre kept creeping into your mind with his soft laugh and the way he grinned at you. He was starting to open up to you more, and you were grateful then that Seth had told him to take you to get an oil change. You’d never not had a crush on him, you’d always just thought you were too old for him, that he had his pick of any girl in the city, but now that you knew he was interested, you were letting yourself think about him a bit more. Never in your life had you been good at letting people know that you were interested in them, and you were feeling antsy going into the trip, worrying that you’d somehow blow it.

The next day dragged like crazy, as it always did before a trip. Your car was packed with your bag and snacks, gas tank full, and you were picking the guys up at Seth’s after work. Pierre had texted you throughout the day, even sending you the link to a little cafe close to the cottage, saying he wanted to take you for brunch one morning. That put a smile on your face, but damn, you’d be lying if your stomach hadn’t done a flip when you’d read that message. It had been awhile since you’d actually dated anyone, and now that there was the possibility of dating someone so much younger than you, you were extra nervous.

As slowly as the day ticked on, the drive to Seth’s felt equally as long thanks to traffic. You were eager to get the drive over with, given it’d felt like such a long day. Parking in front of Seth’s building, all three of them were already waiting out front, bags on the sidewalk beside them. You get out of the car, smiling as you open the hatch of your SUV.

“About time you got here,” Boone teases as he loads his bag into the trunk. Rolling your eyes at him, he grins, immediately pulling you in for a quick hug. When you’re pulling away, you hear Pierre yell out that he gets shotgun, and when you catch Seth’s eye a second later, he winks at you. Again, you’re rolling your eyes, unable to stop the little smile that tugs at the corners of your mouth.

The drive was easy, thankfully. You stopped for dinner along the way to break up the six hour drive, and for the most part, Boone and Seth were either listening to music or watching something on their iPads with headphones on, probably to drown out you and Pierre’s conversation, or the fact that halfway through the drive, he switched from his playlist to the Lonely Island discography, which made the drive a lot more fun. He was impressed that you knew all of Natalie’s Rap, and you tease him that if he doesn’t have another SNL inspired Halloween costume this year, you’d be very disappointed. His response was that he hadn’t committed to any costume ideas yet, and you just grinned, making a mental note to think up a few costumes that would be just as good as last year’s.

By the time you crossed the border and made it up to the cottage, it was after midnight and you were exhausted. After crossing the border, Pierre had offered to drive and you let him, considering you were nearly dozing off while driving. The guys let you have the master bedroom with an ensuite so you didn’t have to worry about sharing a bathroom with the three of them, and you were grateful for that. Your room and Seth’s were downstairs while Pierre and Boone headed upstairs to the other rooms. You were so tired by the time you arrived that you headed straight to bed, changing into pjs quickly before climbing beneath the sheets.

You were so used to waking up early for work that you weren’t able to sleep as late as you would’ve liked, but the smell of coffee lured you out of bed. Gathering your messy hair up into a loose bun, you’re yawning as you step into the kitchen. Boone’s sitting at the table, munching on a bit of toast and Pierre was standing at the counter, pouring himself a cup of coffee.

“Morning,” Boone says and you grumble in response, waving a hand as you head to grab some coffee of your own.

You can feel Pierre’s eyes on you, and when you catch his gaze drop lower, you remember that you hadn’t put on a bra, the fabric of your shirt stretched taut over your breasts. You’re so used to staying over at Seth’s and lounging around on lazy mornings that you hadn’t even thought about getting dressed. He looks away quickly, but you can see a soft flush coloring his cheeks as he turns back to the counter then.

“How’d you sleep?” you ask him, grinning a bit as you glance up at him, opening a couple of cabinets in search of a coffee mug before finding one.

“Uh, good. How about you?” he responds, watching as you pour yourself some coffee. You can tell that he’s doing his best to keep his eyes on your face.

“Good,” you tell him, turning to lean back against the edge of the counter. You take a sip of coffee, humming softly, grateful for the caffeine.

Seth came into the kitchen a few minutes later as you were still sipping at your coffee. From there, the four of you made plans for the day, deciding to do touristy stuff on the weekday in hopes that it wouldn’t be as crowded. With plans to leave for the falls in an hour, Boone and Seth took off to grab showers, leaving you and Pierre alone in the kitchen as you move to refill your coffee mug.

You know his eyes are on you before you even turn around, but you didn’t intend to catch him full on checking you out like he was. He knew you’d caught him again, but this time, he doesn’t look away. Your nipples are hard against the fabric of your shirt and Pierre licks his lips in a way that makes heat rise up the back of your neck. There’s an intensity in his eye that you’d seldom seen in him off the ice, and what you wouldn’t give to be able to read his mind. If you were a bit more bold, you would’ve nodded down the hall to your room and pulled him into bed with you.

Tension is building between you, you can feel the weight settling on your shoulders as his eyes move over your frame, not even trying to hide it. You finish your coffee then and turn to place it in the sink, taking a deep breath now as you force yourself to try and relax. You’re sure that your cheeks are flushed then, and you clear your throat before you head out of the kitchen quickly. His eyes were on you still and you were hyper aware of the fact that your nipples are still hard, breasts bouncing slightly as you walk.

You had to take a cold shower just to calm yourself down, and by the time you’re dressed and ready for the day, you’d like to imagine that your sexual frustration isn’t obvious to everyone around you. Boone’s already sitting in the living room and when he sees you, he grins at you widely.

“Want anymore coffee?” he asks, glancing down at his phone again. “Luc brewed a fresh pot.” There’s a knowing tone to his voice and you don’t let him see your irritation, instead, murmuring that you were good. You were in jeans and a baggy knit sweater, bag over your shoulder and you’re grateful Seth comes out of his room a second later, oblivious to the tension in the room.

On the drive to the falls, Boone and Seth automatically get in the backseat, letting Pierre take shotgun again. He seems more tense in the car, spending most of the ride looking out the window. In the backseat, Seth and Boone are talking, and when Seth asks if you’re feeling okay, you’re quick to tell him that you coffee just hasn’t kicked in yet. It wasn’t like you could announce to the whole car that you’re ragingly horny because the 20 year old sitting next to you had been fucking you with his eyes earlier.

For the first couple of hours you were at the falls, Pierre seemed to be keeping his distance. You didn’t let it bother you, but once or twice, you could feel his eyes on you. It was distracting to say the least, and it was doing nothing for your sexual frustration, but you didn’t really mind. It was flattering and at least confirmed that he was attracted to you beyond a little crush that wouldn’t lead anywhere. After hitting all of the major tourist spots, the boys decided to grab some lunch and you said you’d find something to eat, you just wanted to wander for a while. Enjoying some alone time, you head back toward the falls to lean against the railing, just to enjoy the sight.

Chewing on your bottom lip, you glance around idly and see Pierre heading your way. “I thought you were getting lunch,” you say once he’s close enough to hear you.

His first response is to shrug, coming up to stand next to you at the railing on your left. “I just thought I’d come hang out with you for a while instead,” he tells you, and you glance over at him. “Sorry if I made you uncomfortable this morning.”

His apology surprises you, and you exhale a quick laugh as you shake your head. “You’re so not sorry,” you tease, and he’s quick to grin then as he shrugs again, laughing softly.

“I’m used to checking you out subtly, but when Boone said you liked being watched, I-” he stops when you cut him off.

“Wait, Boone said what?” you ask, looking up at him with a surprised expression. Immediately, he realizes what he’s said and his cheeks flush a deep red as he starts stammering.

“I, uh―I didn’t ask him for advice or anything,” he says, stumbling over his words before clearing his throat. He’s avoiding meeting your eye, and you’re doing your best to look irritated with him. “He just texted me one day and kind of...gave me some tips on what you like.”

You’re not sure if you’re surprised or not by Boone’s actions, and you’re able to infer that Boone must’ve been the one to bet that you’d sleep with Pierre on the trip. He looks rather ashamed of himself then, and you’re sure that Boone had told him not to mention it to you. Finally, you let yourself laugh at it, turning around then to lean back against the railing. He looks relieved that you’re laughing, a shy smile creeping onto his face then.

“What else did Boone say, huh?” you ask, grinning up at him. Your words earn another blush out of him and he thinks on it for a minute.

“Uh, he told me your favorite color, what you order at bars, your favorite hangover foods,” Pierre tells you, then pauses as he licks his lips before looks over at the falls again. “A couple other things too.” He shrugs a shoulder then and you can tell he’s trying to stop himself from looking too smug.

You shake your head in disbelief, exhaling a breathy laugh as you turn back to look at the falls. From the corner of your eye, you can see that he’s grinning at you, and keeping your eyes where they were, you nudged him with your elbow, cracking a smile rather bashfully.

After that conversation, Pierre no longer kept his distance from you. For the rest of the day, he actually kept close to you, and once again, you could feel his eyes on you. It was distracting to say the least, and you hated that Boone had been able to pick up just how much you enjoyed having someone’s eyes on you, that it left you flushed and warm. And now that Pierre knew? You were in trouble.

After you were done doing tourist activities at the falls, you head back to the cabin to relax for a bit and decide how to spend the evening. Seth found a nearby winery that offered tasting and had a restaurant. Boone got stuck being DD and whined the whole time as you inevitably drank too much wine. You hadn’t realized that the bottle you ordered had such a high alcohol content until it was too late, but really, you were on vacation and you didn’t quite care.

The restaurant attached to the winery had a full bar, which the four of you inevitably ended up at, seated around a table and having a good time. Pierre and Seth went up to grab drinks, and when they came back, Pierre put an amaretto sour down in front of you, and you grinned ear to ear, knowing Boone had told him your favorite drinks. He was sitting next to you, and as you sipped at your drink, you shifted in your seat, enough so that your knee brushed against his.

It didn’t take much longer before the four of you decide to head back to the cabin for the evening. On the way back, Boone pulled into a gas station for some beer and Pierre went in with him, leaving you and Seth in the car. You’re still a little drunk, and from your spot in the backseat, you cleared your throat.

“Did you and Boone make a bet over the chance that I’d sleep with Pierre this weekend?” you ask, chewing on your bottom lip.

He had been typing on his phone, and when you spoke, he stops, but doesn’t look up. “Depends. What have you heard?” he asks a second later, going back to typing. His air of secrecy makes makes you scoff and you lean forward in your seat.

“Well, I’m assuming whatever the bet was, Boone is wagering that I’ll fuck him, because he, completely unprompted, sent Pierre some tips about me, I guess. My favorite color, my favorite drink...a couple of my kinks too, I think,” you tell him, feeling a blush creep onto your cheeks.

“Son of a bitch,” Seth says, laughing then. “That’s smart, but damn, I can’t believe he’d fucking cheat like that.”

If you weren’t drunk, you probably wouldn’t find Seth’s response as funny as you do, but you start laughing along with him, shaking your head. A second later and you’re sighing, shaking your head. “I really hate that this means that I can’t sleep with Pierre, because I really don’t think Boone deserves to win that bet after cheating like he did,” you say as Seth looks back at you with an impressed grin on his face.

“Damn, you’re really about to cockblock yourself to defend my honor like that?” he teases and you roll your eyes before leaning back in your seat.

“I don’t give a shit about your honor, Jonesy,” you respond with a snort, giggling a second later. “I just want to make be able to make sure Boone doesn’t win this bet, just like he didn’t win the first one, I bet it would really fuck with his ego.” Your words get a laugh out of him and you straighten up in your seat when you see Boone and Pierre coming out of the gas station.

When Pierre climbed into the backseat with you, he saw the he’d bought you a pack of Angry Orchard, setting it by your feet with a grin. Okay, he was pretty sweet.

When you got back to the cabin, you get changed into more comfortable clothes and return to the living room with your hair tied up and with a blanket wrapped around you. It was a little after 10, and you’re tired, but not ready for bed. As you head towards the couch, you see Boone and Seth through the French doors, on the back patio with the fancy electric fire pit on. You’re not sure where Pierre is, but you make yourself comfortable on the couch, grabbing the remote and praying you could figure out how to work the damn thing. You’ve finally figured out how to pull up Netflix when Pierre comes into the living room with a beer in his hand and you grin at him.

“How you feelin’, drunky?” he asks with a teasing smile on his face that makes you roll your eyes.

“I’m fine, thank you very much,” you respond, laughing as you push your hair out of your face. “Boone and Seth are out on the patio.”

Pierre shrugs in response to your words as he comes around to the front of the sofa, tapping your knee gently. “Move your legs real quick,” he says, and you blink at him before doing what he’d said. You sit up, turning so your feet are on the floor. He sits next to you and before you can even move back into your previous position, he’s reaching for you, pulling your legs to rest over his lap. Even if you weren’t drunk, it would’ve surprised you, and you bite your lip as you feel your cheeks heat up. “So, what are we watching?” He says it so casually, his hand resting on your blanket covered thigh.

“I don’t know yet. Any requests?” you ask, trying your best to keep your eyes on the TV. His response is to shrug, which makes you roll your eyes as he looks at you.

“We can watch the Stress Relief episodes of the Office,” he suggests, making a smile slid onto your face as you nod in approval. Now that you’ve figured out the remote, it’s not difficult to find the episodes, and you settle in, feeling ridiculously comfortable with your legs draped over his lap.

He takes a couple of drinks of his beer, stealing glances at you here and there and you pretend not to notice. You can’t believe that you’re so tired this early, and certainly, having the warmth of his body against yours, even if it was just your legs, was enough to make you drowsy. It’s getting hard to keep your eyes open, and when you hear Pierre chuckling softly, you look at him.

“What?” you ask, sure he’s about to tease you for practically dozing off before 11. You sit up more, knowing that was the only thing that would keep you from falling asleep again.

“Nothing,” Pierre says, glancing at you with a quick grin. Rolling your eyes, you shift, moving your feet to rest on the floor in the hopes that sitting up would keep you from dozing off. Without hesitating, he pulls you into his side, arm going around you. You’ve got to admit to yourself that this is more comfortable. He’s warm and smells good, and you let yourself relax against him as you nuzzle your face into his shoulder.

Your guard is coming down. After your conversation earlier and with as comfortable as it felt to be snuggling into him like that, you were a goner. He was so warm, and when you felt his hand come up to rub along your back through your shirt. You’re starting to get drowsy, a sleepy smile tugging at the corners of your mouth as Dwight had his meeting with corporate. Pierre lets himself slide down the couch a bit more, his arm tightening around you.

Before you realize, you’ve dozed off, only waking up about half an hour later to the sound of the door to the patio opening then closing again. You jolt awake and sit up quickly, blinking as you realized that Pierre had fallen asleep too. Seth was the only one who came in, thank God. He’d tease both you and Pierre about it privately, while Boone would’ve made jokes for the rest of the weekend if he’d been the one to come inside.

Seth doesn’t say anything, just grabs a couple more beers from the fridge before heading back outside. Pierre had woken up but was still slumped low on the couch to ensure he didn’t make eye contact with Seth. The door closes a moment later, and you and Pierre exchange looks and immediately, you’re blushing and laughing. He looks a little embarrassed and his cheeks are pink as he smiles back at you.

“I, uh..think I should probably go to bed before I fall asleep on you again,” you say, rubbing your neck as you exhale a soft breath of laughter. It was nearly 11 by then, but after a day playing tourist, you were exhausted despite your short lived nap. Pierre looks down at his lap, licking his lips, and before you can stop yourself you’re leaning into him again, pressing your face into his neck. “You make a really good pillow.” Your words are quietly, muffled into skin.

“Glad I’m good for something at least,” he teases back, pressing a soft kiss to the side of your head.

When you pull back, you want to kiss him, but you hold back. Knowing your luck, Boone would burst in then, and you knew that if you started kissing him, you wouldn’t want to stop. Pierre’s looking at you like he’s thinking about the same thing, and you lean back on the couch then, putting so distance between the two of you.

He’s fidgeting by then, clearing his throat before meeting your eye again. “Do you want to go to brunch tomorrow? I figured we could do something afterwards too, like mini-golf or something.” He’s shrugging then, looking a little nervous.

A grin spreads across your face then, enjoying the bit of bashfulness he’s displaying. “We gonna go to that place you sent me the other day?” you ask, and he nods in response. “Then yeah, I’m in.”

He laughs quickly, smile wide on his face. “What if I’d found somewhere else, would that have been a dealbreaker?” his voice has a tone of amusement to it and you’re smiling, shrugging in response.

“No, I was just making sure, because I looked at their menu and I haven’t been able to stop thinking about the banana bread french toast,” you say, shooting him a wink before you stand up.

“The whole menu looked amazing, I’ve been thinking about all of it,” he teases, grinning widely. His eyes are on you, you can feel it, his gaze dropping to your mouth as you exhale a breath of laughter with a nod. Really, you want nothing more than to curl up against him again. Better yet, you’d like to pull him into bed with you, but you doubted that you’d be able to behave.

“That’s fair, honestly, it all looked good,” you say, grinning as you pick up your phone and your blanket. Pierre’s watching you still, and it’s making it harder and harder to walk away and retire to your room.

You had trouble getting to sleep that night, tossing and turning well past 2 AM. It was because of the little cat nap earlier, or at least that’s what you were telling yourself. It certainly wasn’t because you couldn’t get Pierre off your mind. You thought about texting him to see if he was awake, but you didn’t, just turned onto your other side, hoping you’d be more comfortable like that.

Really, you don’t remember falling asleep or how late you were up, but it was one of those sleeps that went by far too quickly. Your alarm goes off at 10 and you roll over with a groan, deciding to press snooze a couple of times before forcing yourself to get in the shower. Twenty minutes later, you’re coming down the hall, brushing your fingers through your hair as you come out to the living room. Pierre is on the couch, watching the Office, and you grin when you see him.

“What, you kept watching without me?” you tease, dropping onto the edge of the sofa next to him. He laughs, looking a little embarrassed that he’d been caught.

“Sorry! I didn’t know I had to wait for you,” he responds, leaning forward then to press a kiss to your shoulder as his arm slid around your waist. The gesture made heat rise up your neck, and you couldn’t help the way that you tilted your head to the side, exposing your neck to him. When he exhales, you feel his breath against your skin. His mouth is hovering an inch above your neck, like he’s trying to resist kissing you there or wondering if he’s allowed to kiss you there.

He pulls away without giving you what your body had been screaming for, and you’re glad that he did. You weren’t sure if Boone and Seth were still there or not, didn’t want to risk being caught by either of them. Heat has risen up the back of your neck and you’re biting your lip, still just as tense as you’d been a moment earlier. You turn your head enough to look at him and the fact that his cheeks are flushed makes you smile.

“Ready for brunch?” you ask softly, hand coming down to pat his knee gently. He nods, grinning, and before you can stop yourself, you move forward, tilting your head up enough to press your mouth against his.

It was a quick kiss, almost chaste even, but he looks surprised either way, eyes dropping to your mouth again, and before he can kiss you again, you stand up. You hear him exhale a breath of laughter at the way you’d moved away so suddenly, and you bite your lip as you push your hair out of your face. Heading toward the front door, you hear him stand up as you step into your shoes.

“That was just plain rude, honestly,” he huffs at you, tone light enough that you know he’s only teasing. He catches up to you at the door and you grin at him widely as you pat your pockets quickly to make sure you’ve got everything you need before heading out. On the way out to your car, his hand takes yours easily and it takes a lot of effort on your part to keep from grinning like an idiot.

end note: this would’ve had several other scenes at the end, leading to a bit of smut, but bc this ended up getting so long already, decided to put it into part three instead to more evenly distribute the length of the chapters 🤗 come at me with comments and responses, loves!!!

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[rawmeanderson]

catch me out here at my desk, fanning myself as i plan out the PLD smut for part four of SYKWOMM

#sykwomm is just so fun to type out then try to say

[rawmeanderson]

Definitely want a SYKWOMM follow up 👀

i’ve always had an event in mind that the follow up would center around but wOw, it’s all coming together in my head now 👏🏼