“Sorry, guys,” you said, faking a cough. “I don’t think I’ll go clubbing with you today. I’ve got a bit of a cold.”
Joe feigned worry. “Well, I’ll stay with you, Y/N - seeing as it’s my house and all.”
The boys looked at them, raising their eyebrows. “Suit yourselves,” they shrugged and walked out the door.
You and Joe sat in total silence until their voices faded away, then burst out laughing.
“That’s the second time they fell for it!” you gasped, tears of laughter in your eyes.
Joe smiled in response. “We’ll have to come up with a different excuse next time we want to be together,” he said. “I think they might be on to us.”
Grinning, you watched as he collapsed beside you on the sofa. He wrapped his arm around your shoulders, pulling you close to him. You felt happiest with him. Like you belonged with him.
“So…” Sheepishly, you turned your head to gaze into his eyes. “Shall we do what we normally do whilst the boys aren’t here, Joe?”
“Yeah,” he whispered, taking control.
He swung his left leg across your lap and trapped you between his thighs. Breathing becoming rapid, you reached up to tangle your fingers in his hair. Joe’s lips expertly sucked on your sweet spot at the base of your neck, causing you to moan and tug his hair, which made him a little rougher with you.
Cupping your jaw in his hands, he gazed into your eyes. His thumb grazed across your lip and you let out a soft groan when he finally pressed his lips against yours. Your hands went from his hair to his clothed back, where your fingers clutched and scratched at the fabric.
“I really like you, Y/N,” Joe admitted after pulling away to breathe.
You whined at the loss of contact - the heat of his lips on yours - but still smiled shyly at him. “I really like you, too, Joe!”
Eyes training back on your lips, he leaned forward again and kissed you hungrily. He placed his hands on your jaw and gently guided your neck so it tilted back. He continued sucking and nipping, before his lips grazed against the sensitive skin just behind your ear, causing you to moan loudly again.
“Joe-” Your raspy voice was cut short by the sound of a triumphant scream.
“Aha!” Oli yelled, walking into the room followed by the other boys.
Jack laughed at you both. “How long have these little make out sessions been going on, eh?”
Blushing darkly, you wanted nothing more than to melt into the floorboards. Joe was also very red - but not because he was embarrassed - because he was angry.
“Guys, what the fuck?” he groaned in annoyance.
Smirking, Conor unfolded his arms. “I think you should save that kinky noise for Y/N, Joe.” The boys burst into laughter.
“Guys, stop,” you whined, covering your face.
“When were you going to tell us about your secret relationship with Miss Y/L/N?” asked Mikey, guffawing.
“Shut the fuck up!” Joe shouted. He bit his lip and stared at the ground, not looking you in the eye. You sighed.
Caspar was grinning. “A girl told me Joe likes it up the arse, Y/N!” He winked.
You rolled your eyes, now bored of the guys’ teasing. “Can you guys just go? I’d like to talk to Joe alone,” you said pointedly, narrowing your eyes.
“And finish what you started,” Byron chortled, but went with the others out the door, and probably to the club.
When you heard the door click shut, you grabbed Joe’s hands and squeezed them. “Joe, baby, look at me,” you murmured. “They’re just teasing us, you don’t need to get so stressed out.”
“I know, I know,” he sighed, breathing out heavily. “It’s just, well - I thought we were going to, err… you know - do it, tonight. But since they interrupted, I guess that ruined the mood, eh?”
You kissed him. “Yeah,” you agreed. “But I would have loved to have taken it further, too.”
Joe let out a weak smile. “Maybe some other time?”
Suddenly, you let out a chuckle. He frowned at you.
“It’s just - and I have no problem with it - but do you really like it up the arse?”
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