I take a deep breath as I enter the vandalized auditorium, ready to lend a hand in cleaning up the mess left behind. The sight that greets me is both distracting and enticing. The guys are all here, wearing sweatpants and no shirts, their bodies glistening with sweat as they work diligently to repair the damage. I try to focus on the task at hand, but my mind betrays me, conjuring memories of my intimate moments with Danny and the kiss with Mark.
"This is worse than I thought it would be," I say, and all three guys look up as if surprised to see me there. Without saying a word, I grab a broom and start sweeping up the broken glass, trying to push aside the thoughts of our sexy times together. It's not easy, though, as the memories flood my mind, each one more vivid than the last. Their touch, their lips, the way Mark and Danny made me feel... I can't help but smile to myself, my cheeks flushing with a mixture of embarrassment and excitement.
"Faith, are you okay?" Danny's voice breaks through my reverie, concern etched on his face. I shake my head, trying to clear my thoughts.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Just lost in thought for a moment."
He gives me a knowing smile as if he can read my mind. "You know, I appreciate you being here to help us clean up, but you don't have to push yourself so hard. You're supposed to be off your feet."
I nod, acknowledging his concern. "I know, but I want to help. Plus, it's a good distraction from everything else going on." He puts a hand on my shoulder, his touch sending a shiver down my spine.
"I understand, but don't forget to take care of yourself too."
I feel a mix of gratitude and desire welling up inside me. It's not just the physical attraction, but the way he cares for me, the way he looks out for me, that makes my heart skip a beat. But now is not the time for such thoughts. We have work to do.
"Fuck that Xander dude," I say as we clean. "I can't believe he and his cronies did this."
"I'm not surprised," Theo mutters. "He's a scum bag."
"The worst of the worst," adds Danny. As we continue cleaning, I find myself stealing glances at Danny, my mind wandering back to our private moments together. I can't help but wonder if he's thinking about them too. The way he looks at me sometimes, the subtle touches, they all seem to hint at something more.
But I can't let myself get carried away with fantasies. Our situation is complicated, and I can't risk jeopardizing our friendship.
Focusing on the task at hand becomes a challenge. The allure of the moment, the camaraderie, and the guy's proximity are all distractions that I struggle to resist. I remind myself that there's work to be done, and we need to fix the auditorium before we can relax and unwind. I can't stop sneaking glances at Theo, Mark, and Danny, imagining myself with them in a burst of hot anticipation. Desire tingles between my legs, but I push it aside, focusing the best I can on something—anything—else.
Finally, after what feels like an eternity, we manage to clean up most of the mess. The guys, still shirtless and now even more sweat-drenched, take a moment to catch their breath. I wipe my brow with the back of my hand, feeling a sense of accomplishment despite the constant battle with my thoughts. As we sit down to take a break, Danny offers me a water bottle, and our fingers brush briefly. The touch sends a jolt of electricity through me, and I quickly look away, hoping he didn't notice my reaction.
"Thanks," I say, taking the water bottle and trying to compose myself.
"No problem," he replies with a warm smile.
With the auditorium finally restored to its former glory, a sense of satisfaction washes over me. Cleaning up the mess left behind by the vandals was no easy task, but we did it together, as a team. Mark, Danny, Theo, and I gather in a circle, the pizza and beers they'd ordered before us, ready to indulge in a well-deserved reward.
The smell of cheesy pizza fills the air, making my stomach grumble in anticipation. I reach for a slice, feeling the warmth of the melted cheese as I take a bite. It's delicious, and the taste brings a smile to my face.
"So, Faith," Mark begins, raising his beer bottle, "you were a rockstar in there, taking charge and getting things done."
I blush at the praise, feeling a surge of pride.
Danny chimes in, giving me a playful nudge. "You were amazing. I'm glad you were there to help us out." His words send a thrill through me, and I try to suppress the butterflies in my stomach. I know I shouldn't read too much into it, but the way he looks at me, the way he acknowledges my efforts, it makes me feel special.
Theo, always the voice of reason, interjects with a laugh. "Alright, enough with the compliments. Let's just enjoy the food and the company."
We all nod in agreement and continue eating, the conversation flowing naturally. As we talk and laugh, I feel a sense of camaraderie among us, a bond strengthened by today and the moments before this. Things seem so different now as if the tension and hesitations between us are quickly melting away, leaving in its wake an uncertain but anxious feeling.
The pizza slices dwindle, and the beers disappear one by one as Danny catches us up on our new dance schedule. There's a competition in less than a month, and we're already behind on practice. Despite this, he believes we'll be ready if we devote ourselves at least five days a week to practice. I notice that Theo is quiet tonight, but I don't know why. I want to ask him, but I don't want to embarrass him in front of Danny or Mark, so I let it go. Maybe I can get him alone later and talk to him about it.
"Faith," Mark says softly. "Are you okay? You seem distant?"
"I'm fine. Just tired, is all." I take a deep breath, excusing myself from the group to use the bathroom. The chaos of emotions that had been swirling within me earlier now seems to have settled, and I am determined to put my focus back on being a good friend to these guys.
I step into the bathroom and splash some cool water on my face to calm my nerves, trying to pull my shit together. The sexual tension between us is thick, hot, and I don't know how to handle it. I'm not even sure I can.
As I turn to return to the guys, opening the door to the bathroom, Mark is there suddenly. I gasp in surprise as he gently pushes me back into the bathroom, turning back to lock the deadbolt behind us.
"Faith," he says, his voice low and intense. "I've been wanting to do this since the moment I saw you again."
Before I can react, his lips are on mine, and the world around us seems to disappear. I'm caught off guard, my mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. My heart pounds in my chest as his hands explore my body, and a part of me responds to his touch, even though I know this is wrong. Theo and Danny are just outside, but the pull is too strong, and I find myself getting lost in the moment, forgetting everything else that matters. The bathroom becomes a place of tangled limbs and escalating desires, the intensity of the passion we share overwhelming any thoughts of consequences.
"Oh, God," I moan as Mark pushes up my tank top and shoves my bra up, allowing his lips and mouth access to my hardening nipples. He rolls them between his teeth and I cry out as he picks me up and sets me on the edge of the bathroom counter, his fingers working on the hem of my leggings. He pulls them down and I wrap my legs around his midsection, pulling his body against me, my hand and fingers raking over his chest, feeling the muscles flex beneath my fingertips as Mark sucks at my breasts, his mouth moving up to my neck and then to my mouth, his tongue exploring my own. I throw my head back again as Mark forces my legs apart, and with a wicked grin that sets my chest on fire, he dips down between my thighs and delves into me, his tongue swirling expertly inside my pussy. I moan, tangling one hand in his hair as my hips hitch up to meet him.
"Fuck," he groans. "You taste so fucking good." He stands again momentarily to kiss me. I taste myself on him, and it drives me wild. I can't wait any longer. I place my hands on his hips and pull him into me. His erection slides between my wet thighs and straight into me. I gasp, falling back in euphoria, but Mark catches me as he pulls out and thrusts back into me, over and over again until I'm clutching the counter with dear life, riding the edge between fantasy and reality. I'm on a high I don't want to kick, and fire erupts in my limbs, burning me from head to toe. I whimper his name, and it drives him harder, faster, filling me up to the brim with ecstasy.
I cum first, and Mark follows shortly after. His body releases the tension it's been holding and he slumps into me, both of us breathing heavily as I pull his head against my chest and hold him to me. My arms and legs tremble with release, and sweat brims my brow.
"Mark, we can't do this," I whisper, trying to regain some semblance of clarity as my mind buzzes with bliss. He looks at me with a mix of desire and regret in his eyes.
"To be fair, we already did," he says, cracking that smug smile that makes my insides melt a little. "And I know, Faith, I know—but I can't help how I feel about you."
I jump down from the counter, pull my pants up, and take a step back, feeling vulnerable and exposed. "We need to stop. This is not right, especially with everything that's going on."
He nods, understanding the weight of our actions. "You're right. I'm sorry."
I quickly exit the bathroom, my heart heavy with the weight of what just happened. I'm not the kind of person to engage in impulsive actions, and I never thought I'd find myself in this situation. But no matter how much I want to deny it, I can't—I enjoyed it.
As I return to the room, my cheeks flushed and my heart still racing, I notice Theo storming off, his expression one of hurt and anger. Confusion grips me. What could have happened while I was in the bathroom? Did I miss something?
"Danny, what's going on?" I ask, looking to him for answers.
He looks troubled, glancing in the direction Theo disappeared before he looks briefly at Mark, who doesn't meet his gaze. "I'm not sure, but it seems like something upset him after he went to use the bathroom."
I look over my shoulder at Mark, who runs a hand over his face.
Shit.