~Jaelyn~

"So," Zerric starts as he lines up the shot. "You think they'll actually get together?"

"Which ones?" Darren asks, leaning on his cue. "Sang and Ryan, or Riss and Karen?"

"Both. Either." Zerric responds right before he takes the shot.

We decided to leave the would-be couples to themselves and play a game of pool. This always helps the twins decompress after gigs and practices. Leave the relationship mess to those still trying to figure it out.

"How bout we make a side bet?" I propose, leaning against the table.

"What kinda bet Lyn?" Darren asks with a raised eyebrow.

"I'm always down for a bet, Love," Zerric smirks.

"Which couple gets together first," I tell them. "Winner gets double on the first win."

"Ooo, wonder what I could make you do with four favors Lyn," Darren muses, positioning himself behind me.

His hard-on presses into my ass, as Zerric moves in front of me.

"Like we'd need four favors to make her do anything," Zerric whispers. He leans in closer, placing his hands on my waist. "What do you think Love? Do we need favors to make you do something?"

"Well that depends on what you want me to do," I respond. I place a palm on the bulge in his pants, stroking him through his jeans while I reach behind me to grab Darren's ass. "Would I have to do anything naughty?" I ask in my best sultry voice.

"We wouldn't need a favor for you to be naughty," Darren whispers in my ear. "Would we Lyn?"

"Not at all," I respond.

"Then let's do something naughty," Zerric smirks.

He moves a hand from my waist to the apex of my thighs. Oh yeah, things are about to get very naughty.

~Marissa~

"Ohh Riss, right there. That's it."

"Seriously?"

"Yes! I love this show!"

Bet you were thinking something else was going on didn't you? Nasty. Nope, we're just lounging on the couch in the living room, channel surfing. As if I could actually get Karen to see me as more than a friend. I'll take what I can get though. She'll come around eventually...hopefully.

"Hey Riss?" Karen asks after a few minutes.

"Yeah Kare?" I respond.

"Do you think it's because of me?" she asks lowly. "Nora cheating. Was it because of me?"

"God no Kare," I tell her, pulling her closer to me.

She moves out of my embrace and scoots further down the couch. I manage to mask the hurt, before the lays down and puts her head in my lap. I smile to myself as I run my fingers through her short spiky hair.

"That bitch is an idiot for cheating on you," I tell her. "I bet the girl wasn't even half as hot as you are."

"It was a guy," she murmurs.

"What?"

My hand stops in her hair for a moment before I continue, thinking over what she just said. Nora cheated on her with a guy? Is the bitch even gay? Her eyes did always wander over the twins. Maybe she's bi or something. Still doesn't make her cheating ok.

"Did you know she was into guys?" I ask hesitantly.

"No," she whispers. "She told me she'd never been with a guy. That the whole male reproductive system grossed her out. Penises and such." She gives a self deprecating laugh before continuing. "Funny, she didn't look too grossed out while she was on her knees. Her head moving back and forth on that guy's cock like she couldn't get enough. She was even touching herself while giving him the blowjob. Moaning like a damn banshee, with his cock between her lips, and her fingers moving fast enough to burn rubber. I never would've had a problem with her wanting a guy, just leave me out of it ya know? Break up with me before you cheat on me at the very least."

"Damn Kare, now I really wish you and Sang would've let me teach that skank a lesson. When I got through with her, she's be eating her food through a straw."

"If you did that she'd probably be better at giving head," Karen laughs. "I was there for a few minutes before they noticed me. The guy kept reminding her about her teeth."

"See, problem would've been solved. I'd be saving the male population from one less bad blowjob." I chuckle.

"You'd be a hero," she chuckles. "Saving penises around the world."

"Nah, I couldn't be a hero. Too much work."

"But you could have your own theme song."

"But I'd have to get out of bed."

"You could have your own catch phrase."

"But I'd have to be around people."

"You'd get to travel around the world."

"But I'd have to leave you."

She's quiet for a few moments. The only sound in the room is the low drone of the t.v. and her accelerated breathing. I keep running my fingers through her hair, even though she's tensed up a bit. I'm trying to keep her as relaxed as possible. I didn't mean to just spring this on her, but it's like she was trying to get rid of me. If she doesn't like me that way then it's fine, I'll get over it. But she's always flirting back. She's never said that she's not into me.

I don't want this to be a rebound thing. I wanted to give her time to get over this heartbreak. But this line of conversation, no matter how theoretical, it feels like she's trying to tell me something. I only wish I knew what it was.

"I'm gonna go grab something from the kitchen," she throws her feet onto the floor, moving her head off my lap, and stands up. She doesn't try to meet my eyes, her back to me she asks, "You want something?"

I inwardly sigh before replying quietly, "No, I'm good. I'm gonna head upstairs for a bit, think of what to make for dinner."

"Riss-"

"It's cool Karen. I'll be back in a bit."

Not looking in her direction, I leave the living room and head up the stairs. As I pass by Sang's room, I hear a muffled moan.

At least someone's getting some.

~Sang~

The first thing that wakes me, what feels like hours later, is the feather light touch on the exposed skin of my upper arm. The next is the feel of the lightly haired chest, plastered against my naked back. The third, is Ryan's gruff voice humming in my ear, the sweetest of lullabies.

I twist in his arms, stretching out the delicious soreness in my body before placing a hand on his chest.

"How long was I out?"

"Not long," he smirks. "About fifteen minutes. Riss is making dinner."

"This was fun," I smile.

"Just fun?" he asks, raising an eyebrow.

"Well it was more enjoyable this time."

"You saying you didn't enjoy me last time?"

His cocky smirk is still in place as he pulls me closer.

"I'm saying, that it was bit more pain than pleasure," I respond with a scrunched up face, remembering my first time.

It was about a year after the boys left, right after we finished boot camp. We stayed up all night drinking and celebrating, and I ended up dragging Ryan back to my room. I wanted to do it right then and there, get it over with, but Ryan wouldn't let me. He said I'd regret it, and he'd hate himself if he let me lose my virginity in a night of drunken stupidness. If anything, that probably only made me want him more that night.

It's probably good that he stopped me though. I ended up spending the rest of the night in my en suite bathroom, but Ryan never left me. He stayed there with me, holding my hair back and rubbing soothing circles down my spine. When I was back to being nice and sober, I asked him to meet me in my room and we talked a bit before, I ripped the metaphorical bandaid. I told him that it was him I wanted to lose it to, and he was more than happy to help since I was stone cold sober. It hurt a bit at first, but I soon got lost in the sensations. Like the good, bad boy he is, he made sure I finished first, but followed behind soon after.

We haven't done it since then, until now. Sure we'd mess around. Help each other relieve some stress. I don't mean to sound crude about it, but neither of us were really in the right headspace to be more than just friends with benefits. We didn't let it impact our friendship. In fact, it probably made it stronger. It certainly made our chemistry on stage a hell of a lot better. I have no problem trying more daring moves, or something more sexuallized. We have fun, and the crowd always loves it.

"Hey, Muse," Ryan lightly grips my waist, pulling me back to the present. "Where's your head at?"

"Our first time," I grimace.

"Ah," he chuckles. "I guess I had that coming. Why don't you go take a bath, and I'll pull out something for you to wear to dinner?"

"You're gonna come back here with your clothes aren't you?" I ask with narrowed eyes, a small smile on my lips.

"You know it," he places a light kiss on my lips before giving a light pat to my rear end. "Now go wash up before one of them comes up here."

"Yes sir," I joke, rolling my eyes as I get out of bed.

"Hey, watch those eyes, or I'll have them rolling in a different way," he smirks. "If you catch my meaning."

"Weren't you supposed to be doing something," I taunt, walking backwards to the bathroom. "Like not trying to engage in more coital activities?"

"Can't help it. Now that I've gotten another taste of you, I don't wanna stop."

"Well, if you be a good boy, you can have me after dinner."

"Ah come on Muse. Haven't you learned by now? I'm a very bad boy."

He jumps over the bed and makes a beeline for the bathroom, right as I get both feet inside. I squeal with laughter as I grab the doorframe, pushing it closed before he can get it. I flip the lock right as his fist pounds on the door.

"Ah, come on Musie," he chuckles. "I won't bite...much."

"Go get me some clothes," I laugh out. "I'd hate to get out of my shower with nothing to wear."

"You come out here in nothing and you're not leaving this room."

"But I came in here with nothing," I tease. "Whatcha gonna do bad boy?"

"Why you little-"

"Yo, Ry! Sang! Dinner's almost ready!" Zerric yells.

"Saved by the twin," Ryan groans. "You got lucky this time babe. You might not be so lucky next time."

"I'll hold you to that," I taunt. "Now go get me clothes."

"Oh, you're going to pay for that attitude missy," he chuckles. "Just you wait."

Can't wait!