Fletcher called Maude. She picked up on the second ring. “Fletcher, hey! I was just about to call you, sweetie. Did you see my texts? I couldn’t decide between the red dress and the black dress. Which do you think—”
“I don’t think I’m in the mood to go out tonight. Could you come over right now, maybe. We could order in. Whatever you want.” He tried to conceal his anger as he spoke. It wasn’t like any of it was her fault. And he did feel kind of bad for switching up the plans considering how long she had been wanting to go try out the restaurant.
“Sure, sweetie. That’s fine. Let me get changed and I’ll be right over.”
* * *
She arrived twenty minutes later. Fletcher pulled her inside and pushed her up against the door, needing to let off some steam as quickly as possible.
Unwanted memories crept into his mind as he remembered Taylor pushing him up against the boards in the practice rink. How being so rough with him had left him more aroused than he should ever be in this scenario.
He leaned down and kissed her hard. So hard that she let out a surprised gasp before kissing him back. He leaned down to scoop her up. She wrapped her legs around him as he carried her to the bedroom and laid her down on his bed. He pulled his shirt up over his head and let it drop down to the floor as heclimbed on top of her. She already had her shirt off. He leaned down and kissed her once more as she unbuttoned her pants and removed them and her underwear. She looked up with him, eyes full of lust and desire. But then her expression grew more tender. Fletcher refused to look at her if she was going to look at him like that.
Fletcher flipped her over to her stomach and reached over into his nightstand for a condom. He gave himself a few strokes to wake the rest of his dick up and slipped on the condom.
“Fletcherrr,” she whined. Fletcher didn’t want to hear her voice at all. He yanked her hips up to him and ran his hand down the spine of her back until it reached her head. Fletcher thrusted deep inside of her. Maude cried out in pleasure as he moved in and out of her, giving her fast, deep thrusts. She turned her head to look at him, but Fletcher pressed her head down to the bed and refused to meet her gaze.
Each thrust was a “fuck you” to his dad. For trying to control his life. For trying to interfere with his career. For hiring a private investigator to look into his best friend. For trying to use Taylor to try and scare him into obedience.
Fletcher spilled into the condom with the thought of Taylor still on his mind and immediately pulled out of her. She turned over and looked up at him with the same kind of desire in her eyes as she did before. The kind of look you gave someone as if you were asking them for more. Fletcher quickly realized that she hadn’t finished, so this was her signaling to him that he needed to finish the job. She spread his legs open for him and Fletcher internally cringed. He thought she looked too desperate like that. Too easy. He sat down on the bed and pulled her to straddle him as he slid his hand under her. He moved two fingers in and out of her as he rubbed her clit, hoping tospeed this up a little.
She eventually came and immediately fell slack against him. Fletcher didn’t like the way her sweaty body felt pressed to his own. He gently laid her back on the bed and gave her a quick smile. “I’m going to get a quick shower. You go ahead and order dinner,” he told her, feeling detached and numb.
Fletcher slipped off the condom and tied it up before dropping it in the trash. He was still worked up. And he only had one person on his mind. He turned the water on hot and stepped in.
He thought about Taylor in the shower that day they worked out. And then he thought about the way Taylor smiled at him as they sat and watched hockey together on his couch. The way he was indulgent enough to let his eyes flicker down to Taylor’s lips. Imagining what they would feel like on his own lips. On his…
Fuck, he was hard again. Way harder than before. Fletcher threw all his inhibitions to the wind as he reached down and jerked himself off in the shower while thinking of his best friend.
* * *
“You’ve never fucked me like that before,” Maude told him later as she brought a piece of chicken to her mouth with a pair of wooden chopsticks and ate it.
Fletcher finished chewing before responding. “Like what?” he asked, trying to convince himself that he didn’t basically just use her for sex. Because he totally did.
Maude shrugged casually as she took another bite of chicken. “I dunno,” she told him. “Really intensely, I guess.”
Fletcher tried to play it off by trying to give her a flirty look. “What, you didn’t like it?”
Maude shook her head ever so slightly, as if she was trying to decide whether she did. “It was nice. I mean, you could’ve tried to last a little longer,” she chuckled. “But I could tell your head was elsewhere and you just needed to blow off some steam.” He was embarrassed she had caught on, suddenly feeling violated as she practically read him to filth.
Fletcher laughed nervously and scratched the back of his head. “Sorry. Yeah, my head’s not in it, I guess.”
She raised an eyebrow at him. “Your head’s not in it? Like it still isn’t, or did you just mean while we had sex?” She asked him curiously.
“While we had sex,” he answered a little too quickly.
Maude frowned slightly and let out a deep breath like she had been sitting on a huge secret. She hesitated before asking him, “Was it Taylor who was distracting you?”
She didn’t sound too upset, but Fletcher knew she would be if he lied to her. The blood drained from Fletcher’s face as he let out a gulp.
“Yeah. Him and my dad,” he told her. Not a lie, but still safe. “If I talk about it it’ll just upset me all over again,” he confessed, dancing around the truth.
“That’s fine. You don’t have to say anything. I understand,” she assured him as she took another bite. She swallowed and pondered for a minute.
“Fletcher…were you thinking of him while you were fucking me?”
He choked on his lo mein and coughed. She gave him a look that told him she already knew the answer to her question. “Look, I really like you. Maybe a little too much,” she admitted with a hint of sadness. “But if your heart’s not in it, then I think we need to maybe cool it off for a while.” Fletcher didn’t even know what to say. If he told her his heart was in it, then he would be lying. But if he told her the truth, that he was thinking about Taylor, then it would be admitting something that would never be attainable.
