My Brother's Best Friend Ch. 05

(Like most humOns these days I used an online translator, several books and the interwebs for some parts of dialogue and cultural research. I used a few translators actually. And went with the words that I could find the most consistency on. Forgive, if you speak Norwegian or are Norwegian/Scandinavian and I did a piss poor job representing our culture. I say our because I'm half Scando descent. As always, please feel free to correct me, it all gets added into my final edits that I will eventually come back here and fix as well. And thank you for all the help and kind words!)

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I wake up with a desperate need to use the bathroom. Shawn's strong arm is draped over me and I wish I didn't have to get up. I can see the sun poking through my drapes. I look up and over at my clock.

'O it's only ten after six.' I think to myself. 'Gotta pee gotta pee.'

I disentangle myself from my lovers arm and he sighs in his sleep, rolling over onto his back.

I manage to make it to the toilet!

Washing my hands I look into my vanity. There's noticeable Shawn bite marks on my neck and down my arm. I smile to myself. Love bites. Mine. From my Norwegian vampire. God I hope my parents don't notice, or at least not say anything.

'O those? Ha. Funny thing Dad, Shawn likes to bite.' I laugh to myself. 'O yes, that would go over quite well.'

Coming back into the room. Shawn's propped up on an elbow and staring at me, that smile that destroys me every time.

"Hi." I say shyly, as thoughts of what he did to me earlier come flooding back.

"Hey you." I can see those beautiful canines of his when he smiles like that.

"I like you in my bed." I whisper.

"Well, I like being in your bed Feline. I like it better when you are in it with me. Come back?" he beckons to me and I leap onto the bed and into his arms and snuggle into the crook of his neck.

He holds me and pets me. I love just being quiet with him while we cuddle.

I kiss his throat and his jaw over and over.

I break the silence first.

"I want to order pizza. Think the guys will be into that?" I almost laugh at my own question. Shawn does that for me.

"I think they'll hate that idea Kitten." he's still chuckling.

"Can you text Pat? Ask if Mom and Dad are home and if there's dinner plans? If not, tell him it's pizza time." I ask.

"Babe, where's your phone? I haven't seen you with it in days?" Shawn asks, concerned, as he reaches over to my other bedside table where he laid his phone earlier.

"It died. I'm still shopping around. I know I want to stay with Android I just don't know what I want yet." I shrug. Phones were never a big deal to me. I liked them, sure. But I mean, Pat and Shawn used the home phone when they called from University. I do miss getting funny memes from Patrick and photos of random things from Shawn though.

"How long has it been dead?" he asks.

"About a week." I reply.

"You haven't had a phone for a week?" Shawn laughs. "Babe, let's get you a phone ok?"

"There's too many to choose from!" I sigh.

"You have two days to get a phone. That's an order." Shawn growls and leans over and grabs a handful of my ass.

"Really?" I manage to squeak out. He makes my body instantly sexually aware.

Shawn chuckles as he's kissing my shoulder.

"No. Shit no. Please tell me if I ever get like that!" he sounds worried.

I pull away slightly just so I can look into his eyes.

"You're not like that. And if you were..." I trail off, looking away, trying desperately to control my blush response. "I like what you did to me earlier." then I glance back up into his eyes. "I really like it when you are dominant. Shawn, I feel so safe with you!"

He's kissing me instantly. Pulling me tight against him. I skim my hands under his tight t shirt and grip his marvellous pectorals. I hear the text message sound go off on my lover's phone. He groans and releases me with one hand to check.

He doesn't say anything, just turns his phone around to a text from Patrick:

"Only if it's Ocean Front Pizza! Hell ya all the guys say they've each got 20 bucks to chip. Jon, Chad and Chris all want wings. Just come down. Let's get an order together."

And then directly after:

"Mom and Dad ran into friends and said we should fend for ourselves tonight."

"Pizza!" I moan. "Yea I'm with Jon, Chris n Chad. Wings!"

Shawn laughs and puts his phone in his pocket and kisses me gently.

"Come on Wings. Let's get some food in you." He stretches and then leaps out of my bed. He's so graceful.

"Wings?" I laugh as I get out of bed and come round and hug him.

"Nah, you'll always be Kitten." he chucks me under the chin gently and unlocks my bedroom door, opening it.

When we come down the stairs all the guys are playing a new skateboarding game that just came out recently. Shit maybe even a couple days ago!

Everyone turns towards the stairs and hoots and hollers, Chris and Chad throw couch cushions at us. Pat is actually turning red, laughing, but he's definitely finding this just as embarrassing. His little sister, coming down the stairs where she's been for several hours hand in hand with his best friend. While the entire room makes crude jokes about what we've been up to. The funny thing being, they aren't wrong!

Shawn just smiles, crosses those magnificent arms across himself and says absolutely nothing. Eventually they stop ripping on us long enough and I sit beside my big brother with a notepad. Shawn leans against the wall, looking calm and confident as ever. Unmovable. Unshakable.

I start taking everyone's orders. There's going to be like 10 pizzas coming to the house. And about 150 wings. This is insane. I calculate the total and everyone starts laying down 5's, 10's and 20's.

Shawn comes over and pushes the cash out of the way and lays down a Visa card. It's a Chase Sapphire Reserve card. He doesn't say anything. Just sits down and grabs a controller left on a table and sets up a new player.

Several of their friends lean down and check out Shawn's card.

"Christ dude. Having an investor for a dad pretty great?" Jonathan asks, eyebrow raised, as he grabs another controller and sets up a character for the skateboarding game.

"He's taught me a lot." Shawn nods.

"Shawn. You can't pay for all this?" I exclaim.

"Why not?" he shrugs.

I don't have a good reason or really any reason other than I feel guilty somehow.

The guys don't as they start taking back the money from the pit. Chris leaves his 20 for the delivery guy.

"Just order the pizza Kitten. Get your wings." He flashes that beautiful smile and I get up, taking his card with me.

'He just trusts me with his card! This is going to be 150.00 bucks in food at least!' I shake my head and head over to the home phone hanging on the wall and dial Ocean Front Pizza.

I order 10 pizza's. There's 9 guys in the living room. Ya, I'll be lucky to get in edgewise on that. I get everything from meat lovers to Hawaiian to pepperoni and my personal favourite: taco pizza. Then I order 3 dozen honey garlic, 3 dozen hot and 3 dozen teriyaki wings. I get a ton of soda with that. Including cherry coke and Pat and Shawn's favorite: root beer.

The guys are hilarious as they whoop each other's ass in the new game Pat bought for the PS4. Every 5 minutes someone pipes up and complains about the food taking forever.

But then it's here and all the guys help bring it into the kitchen.

"Thanks baby." I hug my boyfriend and he gently kisses my forehead. I know he doesn't like to rub Pat's face in, well, us. It has to be weird: your best friend since grade 2 is now going out with your little sister.

"No problem Kitten. Got your wings?" he smiles.

I nod and start opening up all the boxes and laying things out so we can all file by in a line. I stack a ton of plates on the island and little bowls for chicken bones.

"Ya thanks Shawn." Jon raises his fist and he and Shawn smash knuckles. The rest of the room basically follows suit. Filing by, collecting pizza and wings, smashing Shawn's knuckles.

Soon there are mostly quiet, happily munching surfers all over my kitchen and dining room.

I'm elbow deep in wings, 3 slices of pizza on my plate.

Shawn smiles at me and peels a string of cheese from my chin and eats it.

"Can't take you anywhere." He chuckles, passing me a napkin.

"I know, I'm a mess." I laugh.

"We should head out down to the pier soon." Pat announces. "Looks great out there. Sun will set in a few hours."

The room agrees, happily devouring all the pizza, wings and pop. Ocean Front does it again.

"I need a leash, if anyone's got a spare." Chris pipes up.

"Pat's always got gear. Ya Pat?" Chad speaks up.

Pat nods over a slice. "I've got a few. Carriage house. After pizza."

"I've got to work tomorrow." I tell Shawn. "Mondays, you know." I mutter.

"Time babe?" Shawn asks, taking a wing and stripping it one bite.

"I work 11 to 5."

He nods, considering.

"Are you doing anything after 5?" I ask him. Hoping he's free.

"Not after 5, nope." he smiles. "Got something in mind?"

"Ya. I do. But, I kinda want to surprise you. Can I come get you in the fire chicken? Around 10 after 5?" I take a bite out of a meat lovers. OMG I love their pizza so much.

Shawn lifts a brow. I know he's curious.

"All yours." he smiles "Also, Fire Chicken is a great name. Always thought it was funny Firebirds were called that."

"Me too! That can't be his actual name though. He's too cool for that." I say, firmly.

"Fuck ya it is Cat!" it's Jonathan. He's sitting at the island with Shawn and I and he leans over and grabs another slice of pizza. "That car is epic as fuck!"

The whole room starts agreeing and shouting expletives about my car.

"Ya. It's pretty great." I giggle.

"Can I take it for a spin sometime?" Chad asks, hopeful.

I immediately laugh. Full guffaw.

"No way Chad. No way. I've seen how you treat your cars!" I'm still laughing as I say this.

"Aw Come. On. Cat. You gotta let me take it out!" Chad whines.

"Denied." I grin.

Shawn almost spits his pop through his nose and starts to laugh his ass off.

"DENIED CHAD!" Chris shouts and then the whole room follows suit, throwing used, balled up paper napkins on Chad.

Pat and Shawn and their friends start getting ready to head out down to the pier. Cayucos Pier. Down where Shawn and I made love for the first time together.

The guys chose a different spot to surf every few days it seemed. Sometimes it was Estero Bay, Atascadero, Morro Strand or Mouse Rock. We were pretty lucky, the whole coast had all kinds of hidden and obscure sick surf spots that only locals knew about.

I start to tidy up the kitchen, condensing pizza's down to a couple boxes, munching on wings the whole time I'm putting things away.

I wipe off the island and table and put all the plates in the dishwasher and wash my hands and face. Making sure I didn't have sauce or something anywhere.

I'm just drying my face off with a paper towel and Shawn comes back in.

"I'm gonna hang for a bit with the guys, but I really have some reading to do Kitten..." he trails off. I think I understand his meaning.

"I'll miss you so much tonight." I walk over to Shawn and put my arms around him and press the side of my face into his chest. "I understand. I really need to do some work on the site. I promised the guys. Besides, I want to turn my old computer into a server."

"You're such a geek." Shawn says it in the most endearing way. He kisses the top of my head. "I wouldn't have you any other way."

I look up at him and go up on tip toe and he kisses me.

"K, so, 5:10 ish tomorrow? I'll come get you at your house?" I ask him.

"I'll be waiting with bells on." he winks at me.

"I'll miss you so much. We've been together all weekend." I sigh. Not wanting to let my lover go.

"I'll be back in a couple hours. Gotta get my bike. I'll come kiss you goodbye." he's nodding, smiling down at me, stroking my cheek with his thumb.

And then he joins his friends running down the stairs to the beach, where they will jog, with their boards, about 1/4 mile to Cayucos Pier. I stand at the top of the stairs and watch them all. The sun still shining bright and hot.

I walk back into the kitchen, make sure it's tidy when Mom and Dad get home. Then I head upstairs and turn on my beast and get down to coding.

It's a fairly simple CSS for the widgets I'm integrating into the site. I'm also attaching a forum and making sure that our wiki's, discord integration and twitch integration are all sound.

I get an e mail from Fang5:

"Will you be on tonight? HEX666 has been pouting. Also, we've all been talking about it and we want to put our photos up on our profiles. What do you think? Hit me back, bitch. <3 F5"

'Our photos! Up on our website for the whole world?' I've never been a social media kind of person. I didn't have a Facebook, no Snapchat, Instagram or Twitter. Definitely not Tik Tok. Ugh. I hate that app. I just wasn't into it. The idea of a real photo of myself out on the web kinda filled me with dread. I hadn't even revealed myself to any of my teammates on WOW or on COD.

I sat there thinking about before I went back to coding for a bit. Letting the idea stew in the back of my mind.

I'm typing away, testing out frame sizing before I head over to Photoshop and open up our team logo and start tweaking it.

Then I FTP everything over onto our domain. Ya, I still like to do things like what would be considered "old fashioned" at this point. I just find it easier to move about in a terminal than have 15 different apps or have to go through the website upload options that I found took too long and also weren't built the greatest. I just want to design the site on my box, make sure it runs, then upload the entire thing in one sweep, no having to upload things one by one depending on what format they were. I should e mail our domain host. Let them know they need someone to fix their entire format for uploading. Hell I'll do it for free hosting!

Or, I could just turn my old box into a server. I mean, I even said today I wanted to. Gotta stay focused on one thing. Or else nothing will get done.

I hear a knock on my door. I turn in my chair, Shawn comes in. Hair wet and sticking to his shirt that's half soaked.

"Baby!" I smile and get up and run over to him, crushing him in a hug.

"Wow hi!" Shawn cuddles me and kisses the top of my head. "Shit that's nice to come back to."

I look up in his eyes, he's smiling and I don't care that his hair is dripping all over me. I slide my hands up his arms and lay a hand on his cheek.

Shawn lifts me up and takes my mouth in a kiss that wrecks me for the whole evening.

"Fuck!" I gasp when he releases me.

"Something to remember me by." he grins.

"Shawn. You think I'm gonna forget you?" we share a laugh.

"I really don't want to leave you." he sighs. Letting my feet touch the floor.

"I wish we were back in your bed." I tell him. Wanting him to kiss me like he just did, again.

"Tomorrow?" he says, hopeful.

"YES!" I say excitedly.

"Done. Come get me in Kylling then later, come stay the night." he nods

"Shilling? What?" I chuckle. "What the hell is that?"

"Norwegian for chicken." he winks at me.

That's right! Shawn speaks Norwegian! His dad rarely spoke to him in English, growing up. I had completely forgotten. He rarely uses his second language, especially around us.

"That's, really cute." I laugh trying the word out again. "Shil-ling?"

"It's spelled K-Y-L-L-I-N-G. But yea. Basically pronounced Shilling. Emphasis on the Ling part."

"Is that my cars' name now?" I question. "ShilLING" I whisper. "I don't hate it. It's growing on me fast."

"You name your beast whatever you want but, I might secretly always call it that." Shawn kisses my nose, holding me.

I hug him, tight. Knowing this was probably goodbye for the night. He kisses me again, leaving me completely breathless.

"I love you." he tells me as he leaves my room, shutting the door.

"I love you too!" I shout through the door and I hear him chuckle as he walks down the hall.

'Argh! How do I go back to web design after those kisses! He did that on purpose!' I think to myself as I hear his bike start up in our driveway.

I decide to go have more pizza and wings to distract myself.

Downstairs Pat, Jon and Chad are the only ones left. Everyone else had gone home. They had the same idea I did. I take everything out of the fridge for us and begin to heat things up.

"We should go get screamers or something! Make Cat take us in that car!" Chad suggests.

Pat looks at me and shrugs. "I'm down."

"I mean, I'm ok with that." I say, nodding. "I'll take you for a ride Chad. But you don't get to drive." I smirk, pulling wings out of the toaster oven.

"I'm gonna keep workin' on ya." Chad winks at me. "Fuckin' beautiful car though. For real. Way to go Mr. J and Pat."

"Dad found it." Pat mumbles around a pizza slice. "Body was shot to shit. But, the interior was mint! Mom found another body and I found the guy to put it together. He knew someone to finish and paint it and voila. Team effort."

"And Shawn found that amazing custom stick shift." I whisper. Yup, definitely time for another ride.

T tops off, I have my brother Pat in shotgun, Jon and Chad in the back.

I decide to take the guys to the next town over, Morro Bay. It's only 6 miles down Cabrillo Highway but it's a decent enough drive for a quick night time excursion.

Yea, ok I show off a bit. I can't help it! This car just makes you want to go pedal to metal.

Pat pulls an auxiliary cable out of the glove box and connects his phone to the car deck.

"You know Pat, it's Bluetooth. You don't need the cord." I explain to him.

"I'll leave that up to you Cat. I actually want music to play out of this before we get to Morro. You know?" Pat and the guys laugh.

They got me a pretty great sound system to go with this thing. I feel beyond spoiled, lucky and blessed all at once. The breeze is amazing as my brother plays some old 80's hair metal through my cars stereo. I think it's the Scorpions. And it fits the mood and my car so perfectly. Soon we're all singing Send Me An Angel together as the last of the sun disappears behind the horizon, leaving us in blackness on the highway.

We pull into to a Circle K in Morro Bay and I cut the engine, taking the keys. Inside I head right over to the soft serve machine and fill a huge cup half way with creamy vanilla ice cream then I go to the slurpee machine and fill the rest of the way with cherry Coke.

Pat, Jon and Chad line up behind me.

I pay for my frozen treat and head out to my car where there's a group of guys checking it out. I stand there awkwardly behind them. Not sure of what to do as 3 men talk about my Firebird. Loudly exclaiming about how beautiful and great it is before launching into a conversation that chills me.

"Fucking custom job on the paint." the shortest one says, whistling. "Bet that cost a penny."

"Probably some asshole, rich, old fart owns it!" another laughs.

"We could jack him for it." the tallest one suggests. His voice creeps me out.

"You want to?" the shortest one asks, sounding almost nonchalant as he says it.

I clear my throat and all three turn around at the same time.

"Hey girl." one of them says. "Lookin' good." he's licking his lips and I feel gross all over.

"Nice." says another, eyeing me up and down. I look away. Feeling my cheeks burn. Wishing for Shawn more than anything right now.

"Got a name little girl?" it's the tallest one. He has the strangest accent to his voice. I don't know where to place it. But it's creepy. HE is creepy. I am instantly icked out by the way all three are looking at me, but especially the tallest one.