“Come on, stop being such a baby,” Cameron called out to me. I hesitantly followed him to the neighborhood club house.

“I’m not being a baby,” I retorted, “I just don’t want to get caught.” He helped me climb over the fence to the pool before jumping over himself. I looked around nervously, checking to see if anyone had seen us.

“Would you stop being paranoid?” he laughed. “No one’s going to care if we’re here.” I sighed and looked at him. “Are you ready?” he asked, stripping himself of his t-shirt, leaving him in his swimming trunks.

“I guess.” I pulled my shirt over my head and let my shorts fall to the ground, leaving me in my swimsuit as well.

He grabbed my hand and pulled me over to the edge. “1…2…” Before he even got to three, I felt cold water rushing around me and then another splash.

I emerged from under the water, gasping for air. “Cameron Michael Quiseng!” I hissed as he, too, resurfaced next to me. He was laughing hysterically. I splashed him with water and hit his arm as hard as I could, but I knew it didn’t hurt him in the slightest. “I hate you.” I pretended to pout, crossing my arms over my chest.

“No, you don’t,” he chuckled. “You love me.” Even in the darkness, his green eyes shined like no other.

“No, I don’t.” I turned away from him. I tried to walk over to the ladder to get out, but I quickly felt a pair of arms around my waist, pulling me back.

Cameron pulled me to him, my back pressed against his chest, and he kissed me on the cheek. “I’m sorry.”

I turned around to face him and giggled at his expression. His bottom lip was stuck out as he gave me the puppy eyes. “It’s okay.” I lightly pressed my lips to his. As I parted from his lips, he pulled me back in for another kiss, only deeper.

We stopped kissing when we heard a car approaching, the headlights shining in our direction.

“Shit,” I heard Cameron curse under his breath.

Both of the front doors of the car opened and my heart began to beat faster than it already was. Two figures walked towards the gates the Cameron and I climbed over only five minutes before and looked at us.

“What are you guys doing?” One of them called. I recognized the voice as Zach’s. Cameron and I both sighed in relief as we realized it was Zach and Michael.

“Why didn’t you invite us?” Michael shouted. Cameron and I laughed and looked at each other and waved for them to come in.

-sexwithcameronquiseng

Tillvwe see Allstar Weekend in OKC. Who else will be there?

                Zach turned over in his bed and felt the empty space next to him. He sat up and peered into the darkness. “Y/N?” he whispered, groggily. He swung his legs out of bed and his bare feet met the cold, hardwood floor. He felt his way across the dark room, tripping on the clothes that littered the floor. He turned the knob and wandered the familiar path to the kitchen. A faint light lit up the end of the hallway. Zach crept around the corner and looked in the kitchen. You swayed in the center of the room, singing quietly to the baby in your arms. A dull glow coming from the microwave lit up your face, and Zach could see the exhaustion in your face, and love in your eyes as you looked down at your daughter. He smiled and tiptoed toward you as you swayed to the lullaby you were singing. He kissed your neck and murmured, “You want me to take her?” You sighed sleepily, and nodded. You handed the little bundle in your arms to Zach, and kissed him before going back to your room, rubbing your eyes, tiredly.

                Zach woke with a start, but he had a feeling of complete contentedness that he couldn’t shake. He thought it might have something to do with his dream, but he couldn’t remember. Turning over in his bed with a smile on his face, he fell back asleep. 

-sexwithmichaelmartinez

sexwithmichaelmartinez:

These two introduced me to Allstar Weekend and made me into this…

and this…

They’re pretty great. They made me a fangirl. 

I love them. 

-CC

“Damn, that one was awesome! There some that were like two of them together,” exclaims Zach through the phone. You lie on top of a thick blanket on the roof of your apartment building. You have been up there for hours and your back is starting to ache from the gravel you’re lying on.

“You’ve always had a way with words,” you sigh, as you watch a faint light streak across the sparkling darkness. You’ve been studying the sky all night and only on occasion does a brave little light rush beautifully through the night sky, only to be quickly snuffed out by the darkness with no one there to remember it but you. The phone in your hand has grown hot from its incessant use over the past couple of hours.

“I know,” he replies in a sly voice. “You love it.”

“I miss it,” you say, nodding despite the fact that he couldn’t see. You missed him so much; you were actually starting to miss the stupid little things he did that made him so awkward. You cling tighter to the little black device connecting you to your boyfriend hundreds of miles away.  

“I’ll be home soon. I’m not even that far away,” he assures you.

“How are you even seeing the stars, right now? Aren’t you supposed to be on the road?” you ask, realizing the impossibility of what you were doing.

“Well, we’re taking a rest stop. I’m on top of the bus, while the bus driver is taking a quick nap,” he explains, nonchalantly.

“What if they forget you’re up there,” you prompt, in worry.

“They won’t,” he replies, confidently. “Wow, that one was so cool,” he exclaims, again, distracted by bright lights.

“Zach, I really can’t see the stars that you see,” you giggle.

“That’s weird, though. Aren’t we still looking at the same sky?” he muses and you smile. He was trying to be philosophical, again.

“I mean, I guess,” you begin.

“Wow,” you and Zach stammer in awe as the brightest star you’ve ever seen sprints across the night sky before vanishing into nothing.

“Did you see that,” asked Zach in an ecstatic voice.

“I actually did,” you reply, mirroring his excitement.

“See, we’re not that far apart,” he purrs. 

-sexwithmichaelmartinez

“I’m bored,” Michael complained in your ear. You look away from the tv and give him an annoyed look. He sticks out his bottom lip and gazes at you through big brown eyes.

          “Then, do something about it, Michael, I’m watching my show,” you reply, with mock annoyance. Michael lets out an exasperated sigh, and leans back against the couch.

          He jumps up and sits up on his knees, with his arms open. “Come here, Koda,” Michael said to the little dog in your arms, in a high pitched voice. The dog glances at him, and then snuggles in closer to you. You give a little laugh of triumph and stick your tongue out at Michael. “Well, I guess that settles it,” decided Michael, with a sigh of laughter.

          “What settles what?” you ask, unable to keep in the smile playing at your lips. You look away from the show you are paying no attention to and look at your boyfriend. He leaned back against the arm of the couch and rested his head on the back. His head was slightly tilted as he watched you. You look away, trying to hide your reddening cheeks. You scratch Koda behind the ears and let him lick your face. You laugh, and glance at him; he’s still watching.  “Michael, what settles what?”

          “I guess, I have to keep you,” he sighed as if you were an extreme hassle. “Since Koda loves you so much.” He gives his dog a look of disappointment.

          “Well, thank you, Koda,” you look down at the little dog, nearly asleep in your arms. “Thank you, for actually wanting me here.”

          “I really don’t understand why he loves you so much,” sighed Micheal. “I mean, you’re not even that great. Your laugh; I don’t love that at all. Your smile; It’s okay. The feeling of your skin;” he shrugged his shoulders,” I don’t even like that. The look on your face when you hear a song you like; it doesn’t even give me butterflies.” He started to move closer to you, as he continued. “When you bite your lip; that’s not even sexy. Your never-ending hope that things will get better; that doesn’t even get me through the day. The way you always support me and my music; It doesn’t even mean the world to me.” His face was inches from yours, now. His breath was warm and inviting. “And this piece of hair; I hate always having to move it before I have to kiss you. He tucked the stray hair you had been ignoring away from your face and smiled, looking into your eyes, but constantly glancing at your lips. You lean in and kiss him. He kisses you back, excitedly, but you, accidently, break the kiss with your smile. You let out a breathy laugh and look him in the eyes, hardly able to contain the butterflies running rampant in your stomach. “I love you, too, Michael,” you breathe. He smiles, giddily and kisses you again. 

-sexwithmichaelmartinez