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into it — chase alantic

Three loud knocks, a banging door, and a harsh yell was enough to shoot my eyes open and fling my body upwards. I snapped up, realizing I was laying on a hard chest with one arm wrapped around my waist. I turned my head in a startle, coming to see Hobie with his head turned the opposite direction towards the balcony window, the arm wrapped around my waist tightening to bring me back into his chest but only when I jumped out of the bed and on to my feet did he completely retract his arm to his body. He was fast asleep.

"(Y/N), you're late!" Ares shouts from behind the door.

"Hobie!" I whisper in a shout, leaning over the bed with one knee on the mattress shaking his shoulder to wake him up.

He turned his head slowly, his puffy tired eyes opening. They were red from the lack of oxygen but displayed obvious signs of exhaustion.

I turned to look at the nightstand clock, seeing the time was ten minutes past five in the morning. We were late, the bus was supposed to already be on the road by now to our next destination.

"What time is it?" He groggily asks, rubbing his eyes before sitting up to stretch his arms above his head, a small pop coming from his neck after he stretches.

"We are late! It doesn't matter what the time is now!" I shout, running over to shove my clothes and miscellaneous items into my backpack that I didn't have time to do last night. This is the second time I have been late, maybe more and I last count; so I knew the drill.

"Calm down." He murmurs with tired eyes, yawning and scooting himself back down under the covers with eyes shut.

"We are going to hold everyone up, what do you mean calm down?!" I say in a state of panic, running around to grab the remaining items.

He moves up with a loud sigh, grabbing my waist and tugging me back down onto the bed with him before tossing the covers over us, my back flushed against the mattress with him laying on top of me with his head tucked into the corner of my neck. I froze, confused on why he was suddenly doing this and not getting ready or not. He wasn't even in a state of panic. We are going to be the cause of getting in trouble.

"We have to go!" I pushed his head up so we were making eye contact, a tired look on his face as he shook his head, leaning down to mumble against my lips.

"I'm not getting on that bus." He rejects, pressing a chaste kiss against my own before laying his head back into the regular position he was just in.

"You have to, you have a sho–"

"(Y/N)!" The loud of Ares was on the other side again, another loud two bangs on the door. "You're late! Again!"

My stomach started to churn and right as I was going to speak, Hobie lifted his head to speak instead.

"We're not getting on that fucking bus! We will meet you in the next city!" Hobie yells with his head lifted and away from my ear.

"Why the fuck are you in there? Hobie you need to get your ass on the goddamn bus, and so does (Y/N)!" She doesn't back down, but then again she never has when it comes to Hobie. She was always standing her ground. I laid frozen and confused in the bed with him, his arms tightening around my body with a roll of his eyes.

"I don't have to do anything Ares, go tell your boyfriend to get the fuck up and worry about him." He yells back with zero interest.

It goes silent for a few moments, then a loud piercing scream comes from the other side of the door as she screams for Ozzy to get out of the room and down to the bus. A few mumbles about how she doesn't get paid enough for this and then it goes quiet.

I manage to push Hobie off of me and jump out of the bed to sprint to the door, ripping the door open. "Ares, wait!" I shouted in panic, the door now open as I saw her gripping Ozzy's ear halfway down the hallway in a powerful stride.

"Ares! I'll get on the bus, just give me two minutes!" I say loudly, pissing off our neighbors.

"No time!" She walks past with an annoyed Ozzy swatting at her hand to let him go, "Go with Brown!" Her back is to me with her mind made up, raising her pointer finger in the air while turning the hard corner out of my sight.

I drop my head into my hands and huff, clenching my teeth a bit in frustration. I didn't want to go with Hobie, I wanted to go on the bus.

I turn back into the room, shutting the door and looking over at Hobie on the bed. He was up against the headboard, wide awake with his hands tucked behind his head. He smirked, legs folded together on the bed.

"What are we going to do now!" I say in frustration.

"Get to the next city?" He says it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"And how do you expect us to do that? Actually, why did you do that?" I shake my head.

"Didn't want to be cramped on a bus for three goddamn hours." He says matter-of-factly.

"Well maybe I did!" I widened my eyes, taking in the information of how far we were going to have to drive to meet up with everyone if they hadn't left already by now.

"That's the time they want you to take, depending on how fast I go we can shave off an hour." He says in a cocky demeanor.

"I don't want to go on a little spontaneous excursion with you that will cost me my life." I shake my head, pinching the bridge of my nose.

"Why?" He gets up off the bed, doing another little stretch before rubbing the back of his neck, fixing his clothes. "Scared?"

"Where are we even going? I don't trust you to get me to wherever it is."

"We are going to Washington and what do you think I'm gonna do? Kill us? I don't have that big of a death wish."

"Washington?! That wasn't in the email that I got for all the places we are going to perform at? I don't even have your outfits ready for the weather over there!"

"We don't give out the full tour dates and places to brand new employees, what if they tell the wrong people and end up getting us mobbed? They just go along with the ride. You would know if you read the contract."

"I tried! I was forced to finish it or feel the wrath of Ares!"

"Well, you don't really have a choice now, do yah?" He placed his hands on his waist, cracking his spine with a twist.

He walks over to the bathroom, flicking the white light on as I just stood there and watched. He turned over to the sink, glancing at himself in the mirror with his puffy eyes before scanning the counter.

"I want to be more comfortable knowing I am on the bus and getting there on time. How else do you plan for us to get there?" I crossed my arms, walking to the bathroom door to lean on it.

"Drive, the fuck?" He grabs my mouthwash, unscrewing the cap and taking a swig.

"You have a car on standby?" I arch my brow.

He swishes the mouthwash around between his puffed cheeks as I awaited for an answer. He turned to face, leaning his hand against the counter while putting the other on his hip in a cheek demeanor. He burns his eyes into mine while swishing the chemical through his teeth and cheeks.

There's a long pause of me waiting for him to finish and us just staring at each other.

He turns back to the sink and spits, turning on the faucet and bending his long body down to catch cold water into the cup of hi shand to bring to us mouth to wash out the fizzy after taste. He quickly swishes it around and spits, turning off the sink and standing up straight back up.

"Yeah." He answers shortly.

I roll my eyes and sigh, turning back around to walk into the room.

"Did you just roll your eyes at me, woman?" He walks out of the bathroom.

I walk over to the bedside table, ignoring him. I was still very put off by the whole situation, the fact that he made this executive decision to have us travel on our own. I don't need him to make any decisions for me, I'm a fucking adult and I'm not his properly.

"I said–" he pushes himself up against my backside, leaning himself forward so his forearms rest over my shoulders. I gasped as his body hovering over me from behind, my forearms tucking under my chest for a slight resistance. "Did you just roll your eyes at me?"

I freeze as his hands slide down to my waist, one hand on my lower back as he pushes me to bend over the bedside table, leaning down to my ear, my spine shivering. "I don't like that you are starting to think you can be so open about your negative opinions and have a shitty attitude towards me."

"Hobi–"

I inhaled sharply, trapped beneath him while being bent over the bedside table with my hands gripping the sides of them. I didn't feel comfortable in this situation, but if I've learned anything from Hobie, this is the only way he gets his way by intimidation. He won't do anything, he is just trying to scare me.

But he will always scare me.

"I don't like when girls roll their eyes." He whispers against my neck, sliding the hand up from my lower back towards my neck to grip the back of it. "Unless I want them to for me, or they are rolling them into the back of their head from my cock in them."

I swallowed the lump in my throat as he gradually tightened the hold on the back of my neck. My whole body tightened as I felt his large palm tighten, restricting my airflow, but tensely keeping it there.

"Hobie." I say assertively, realizing the position we were in could go left very fast. I was bent over the table with him hovering over him, pressing against me and he knew what he was doing.

"You nervous?" He whispers against my ear, holding my throat. "I'll stop, just say you love me."

He takes the hand on my thighs and slides it down to the dip of my hip and squeezes. The feeling sent a shock through me.

"Turn me around."

"I can feel your pulse against my finger tips, Killa." He whispers, a finger right under my jaw where my pulse was. "Your heart is racing."

"Turn me around."

He turns me around and holds my hips against his own, his whispering made my stomach turn, but I didn't fight it. He pulled his lips from my ear and went to the side of my neck, pressing his mouth to it but not kissing. He inhales sharply, making my back arch slightly. The heat was making my nerves shake.

His hands on my hips draw up under my shirt, gliding near my rib cage and gripping lightly. I shivered, shaking my head to get me out of whatever fog he was trying to hypnotize me in. He stands up straight in front of me, walking us backwards towards the bed, my heels hitting the side of the bed before falling onto my back.

He grabs the hem of my shirt, slowly rolling it up to expose my stomach. I lift my head up and freeze, feeling his finger tips graze my skin as he continues to roll it up. With the material now bunched up to the bottom of my bra, I could feel him inhale sharply.

"Your body.." He takes his fingers and gently grazes the flat of my sin, caressing the side of my stomach. I could feel his fingers shake just slightly, dipping his thumbs into my skin. "It's perfect, I didn't realize you had a tattoo on your hip bone. Your body is perfect."

He breathes deep, running his hands up and down in a soothing motion.

His hands run all the way to my shoulders, pulling me up and forward just an inch above the bed before he grabs the back of my shirt to pull it over my head and off my body.

I gasped at the fact my shirt was gone now before I could protest. He parts his lips and looks down at my chest, our heads barely level with each other since mine was on the bed and he obviously wasn't. His eyes gazed down at the black lace fabric, a perfect stray of his freeforms hanging in front of his face.

He moved to sit on the bed and in that same motion, he pulled me to sit on his lap with his back meeting the cold bed frame. He still managed to tower above me, the room dim from the one lamp and the rising sun that barely was starting to break the surface. He pushes my legs apart, letting me straddle his waist as he starts by kissing my collarbones.

I shut my eyes at the blissful feeling, knowing it wasn't stopping there. He exhaled against my skin, a bewildered pant. He drew his parted lips down in between my covered breasts, pushing his forehead down into my chest while keeping a tight hold on my waist.  The heat from his mouth glides down to my midriff, lighting my skin with tingles and shocks of electricity. With his forehead pressed into my chest cavity and his heavy breathing against my skin, his freeforms were starting to become an erratic mess.

I arched my back as he went lower, kissing the top of my breast with his wet lips. He sucked a little on one spot, latching the fine skin between his harsh teeth before I shook my head, pushing his own back. I moved my hand behind my back to unclip my bra, letting it drop in between us before he looked up with the bedroom eyes. He liked to bite, I've learned that about him over these insane and interesting exchanges. He likes to feel things between his teeth, but kissing it gently after like an apology.

My heart was racing, my eyes wiring shut as he was causing a warmth between my legs and the loss to stay still, and not to press down on his growing member.

He took his tongue and ran it around my nipple, his right hand reaching up to grip at my chest with his index finger and thumb pinching my nipple with a twist. The gesture made me quiver, my lips parting with a moan escaping my lips.

"Hob–'' I go to whimper but stop myself. I didn't want to give him the satisfaction by saying his name in pleasure, he didn't deserve it.

But fuck did he know what the hell he was doing.

He grunts and pulls up quickly, hearing me go to moan his name but stop. I fluttered my eyes open to see his face inches just above mine, he was breathing heavily and had this heavy look of lust and desire in his eyes. It looked like he was holding back just as much as I was.

"You want to know what it feels like to have a real orgasm? I can do it for you right now. Just give me the word." He speaks quick and eagerly like he was dying for me to say yes, the small hint of begging was laced in his voice.

My stomach knotted as I got lost in his brown eyes, not being able to find which one to focus on. When he spoke it was as if the world was going to end if I said no.

"What–"

"Baby girl, I will have you riding my fingers with your thighs around my head in the next thirty seconds if that is what you really want." He said in a pant above me, my heart was racing at full speed now.

My chest pumped up and down as he impatiently waited for an answer. No one has ever given me that option before.

Through any one night stands or sneaky links, he never once did what Hobie just proposed. I never thought much of it until now.

He stared deep into my eyes, running his hand up my body.

"I know you want me too, I can see it. I can feel it when I touch your body." He says in a lustful state of mind.

In reaction I shut my eyes, tossing my head back.

"I can't.. I just. I can't." I murmur in rejection.

He groans in frustration, gripping my hips waist harder in expression. I open my eyes and look at his furrowed brows.

"I want to, I really do, but it's not...a good idea. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. I just–I don't know!" I shake my head, trying to justify my reasoning and use my brain in this intense situation.

"Fucking hell (Y/N)." He pushes me off his lap, catching me off guard by his sudden anger. "Stop being so scared. You're overthinking this."

I grab my shirt and bra as fast as I can to cover myself back up, embarrassed by all of this and more.

"I'm not overthinking it Hobie, it's just hard for me to–"

"Okay, you got it." He cut me off before I finished what I had to say and turned his back to me, a cold drift now in between our bodies with his body heat no longer under me.

I watched home walk towards the door, his tall broad shoulders being the first thing I take notice of.

"Are you really mad that I changed my mind last second and just don't feel comfortable being a girl you want to fuck?" I fight back, clipping my bra together underneath my shirt after I put it on.

"I wasn't trying to fuck you!" He turned around in a split second, snapping like I was accusing him of something completely wrong.

I stood my ground, popping one of my hips out with my hand on it.

"I was just trying to be nice and help you out with your.. problem!" He adds on.

I couldn't help but laugh, holding my stomach as I shook my head in disbelief. "Nigga, what?! This isn't some weird ass problem that needs fixing from a 'professional' I don't care."

"Don't be dense, you know y–"

"No I fucking don't!" I said, cutting him off. "You may think you know everything but you don't, so let me get one thing straight between the two of us. I'll let you know when I want my problem fixed, I'll even personally come to you; but until then, stop trying to 'fix' a fucking orgasm that I can't have. This is the stupidest fucking reason to get mad at."

I shut my eyes and dropped my head slowly, breathing to myself. I started to shake with annoyance and anger, but after taking a few deep breaths I calmed myself down and turned on my heel to the door and then back at him, his face screwed in surprisment that I actually yelled back at him, or surprisment that I defended myself and declined his offer for a quick orgasm.

"We are leaving in twenty minutes." I spoke calmly, coldly.

We took one step forward, two steps back.