HoneyBird - Dylan O'Brien
A rewrite of my original HoneyBird with Dylan O'Brien.
“You may not control all the events that happen to you, but you can decide not to be reduced by them.”
- Maya Angelou
“How long has it been since you’ve had fun?” I looked up from the menu meeting the inquisitive gaze of my best-friend Sierra Parker. Her dark eyebrows furrowed over her bright blue eyes, raven black hair falling from behind her ear as she leaned across the small table. She was dressed to stand out, and in this small hole in the wall café she was shining. “And by fun, I mean...” She looked down towards my lap as her thin lips upturned in a smirk.
“Sierra Parker, what would your mother say.” I gasped, grabbing the nearby napkin, laying it across my lap as if to add another layer of protection from her wandering eyes.
“She’d say Y/F/N Y/L/N when was the last time you got a good fuck.” My mouth dropped open as my best friend smirked triumphantly as the man sitting at the table across from us raised his eyebrow, ears pricking as he listened to our conversation. I leant forward on the table leaning down so I could hiss at her.
“Firstly, keep your voice down. I don’t want people thinking your offering something that’s not yours to offer.” I sat up a little, elbows pressed on the dark stained timber. “Have you always been so loud?”
“Since the day you met me.” She chuckled leaning back in her chair, arms crossed over her chest. “But I’m serious Y/N, when was the last time you let a guy anywhere near your bedroom or got thrown onto another’s bed.”
“Who wants to be thrown onto someone’s bed.”
“Haven’t you watched Fifty Shades of Grey. It’s a whole new world out there.” She pushed her hair behind her ears. “So how long has it been? Three, four months?” She bit down on her bottom lip, pulling it between her teeth. Being friends with Sierra for as long as I had, gave me an insight into her ticks. When she felt guilty over something she nibbled on her bottom lip.
“What have you done?”
“Why do you think I’ve done something?” I watched her, eyebrow raising in question. As the seconds ticked by Sierra began to look more guilty. Her lips turned into an awkward smile, something that happened only when she’d done something that she knew she shouldn’t. “Alright fine.” Sierra held her hands up in a false surrender. “There’s a guy at Hudson’s work, Martin...”
“No.”
“And he’s seen your picture on Hudson’s instagram.”
“No. I refuse to be the girl who her friends feel ’needs’ to be set up. I don’t even want a relationship.”
“And he asked Hudson if he could set something up, and Hudson said yes.” Sierra talked over me.
“Well, your fiancé has a lot of explaining to do with Martin then.” I crossed my arms over my chest and looked at my best friend anger rushing through my veins.
“Look, Hudson said we’d be going out for drinks tonight, and invited Martin to join us.” Sierra beamed. “Like a double date kind of thing.”
“Sierra,”
“Look, Y/N you don’t have to fuck him. You don’t even need to kiss him but what you do need is a bit of F-U-N...” Sierra Parker had always been crass when it came to matters of sex and bed related matters. “Please do it for me. Hudson and I haven’t been out in a long time because of wedding planning, and this gives us the reason to have a fun night out fuelled by alcohol.” Sierra pleaded. I didn’t reply. “I’ll buy all your drinks.” She added a final hail Mary.
“Fine, but this is the last time you get to set me up.”
“This is the first time I’ve set you up.”
“Great, then it’ll be easy to break the habit.” I looked out the cafe window, the sun was begging to set over New York.
“When are we meeting them?” Sierra looked down at her watch.
“Half-an-hour.”
“This is why you told me to dress up.” Sierra chuckled slyly.
“Couldn’t risk you turning up in sweatpants.”
“There is nothing wrong with sweatpants.”
“There is when we’re trying to get someone to potentially remove the sweatpants from your body, Y/N.”
“Must you be so crass Sierra?” Sierra’s smile dropped, she leant forward on the table once more. Sincerity filled her eyes.
“Y/N, you’ve been my best-friend since I was sixteen, I just want to see you smile, and be happy again.”
“I am happy Sierra.” I sat up straighter taking in a deep breath. “Thank you for caring enough to set up this date.” I tried to push out any thoughts of the forthcoming disaster. “Where is it all happening?” Sierra stood and grabbed her purse, pulling it over her shoulder.
“The Lucky, just around the corner. I’ll just go to the bathroom then we can leave?”
“Sure.” I nodded my head and watched her stand up and walk towards the cafe’s restrooms. As she left I caught a glance of myself in the reflection of the window. I probably looked like a lunatic as I studied myself, my hair looked dull, cut short to my shoulders, a far cry from the length it had been six months ago. Even though I couldn’t make them out I knew my eyes, also looked dull and lifeless as they stared back at me. I tried not to dwell on how I looked these days, because it often ended like this with me sat struggling to connect... to recognise the girl staring back at me even though her actions mirrored my own, and her features a copy of my own. I knew it was me physically but mentally, she just looked lost.
“Ready?” I looked away from the window, Sierra had returned a fresh coat of red lipstick applied. “It’s Hudson’s favorite color.” She shrugged. “And one of us needs to get laid tonight.” Her eyes turned dark as she teased me.
“Well, we better get you to Hudson then before it rubs off.” I fished ten dollars out of my pocket, dropping it on the table to pay for our finished coffees. I looked down at myself, suddenly insecure with my appearance. “Do I look alright?” I was suddenly aware that I’d be on a date in a matter of minutes, and even if I didn’t want to go. I didn’t want to look horrible. “If I’d know it was a date...”
“You wouldn’t have come.” She countered, eyes running over me as I pulled at my denim skirt before tying a knot in my white t-shirt.
“You look cute. You’ve got this “I’m a bad ass, you don’t know what’s coming for you Martin’ look down.” She glanced over me once more, nodding her head. “Yeah. I really like it.” A smile pulled at my lips.
“Thanks.” I picked up my purse and motioned to the door. “Shall we?” Sierra held out her arm, giggling as I looped my own through.
“We shall.” As we walked Sierra filled me in on everything she knew about Martin.
Hair color; Black.
Eye color; Blue.
Hometown; New Jersey.
It seemed weird that neither Sierra nor Hudson had ever mentioned Martin before tonight but up until three months ago I’d been strict about not meeting any new people. So, when Sierra saw her chance, I guess she jumped at it.
“Have you ever been here before?” I looked around, as we walked down the street. A sign for ‘The Lucky’ shining brightly ahead of us like a looming thunder cloud.
“Never.” Sierra shook her head. “But Hudson knows a lot of guys who hang out here, and the bar across the road.” She pointed across the road. “See that place, InkBird.” I squinted my eyes nodding my head. “Next to that bookstore, ‘The Lair’.” My eyes locked on to the sign. “Behind that there’s another bar, you have to go through InkBird to get there, so it’s kind of like a hidden bar. Hudson always complains that the guys only decide to go once’s he’s on his way home.” We stopped in front of The Lucky, facing across the road looking right at InkBird.
“Well, maybe tonight he’ll finally get to see it.” I quipped before spinning on my heel. “C’mon, let’s go find Prince Charming.” I took a deep breath before pushing the door open. As soon as I stepped inside I couldn’t help but feel a pit of excitement build in my stomach. I stopped taking a moment to look around. The walls were a whitewashed brick all over, neon lights hung randomly throughout. A line of booths ran along the far wall, to the left of them a long bar, off to the corner was a pool table. The crowd seemed to be a mix of college students and younger working professionals. Either way everyone seemed to be looking for a way to wind down. “Can you seed Hudson anywhere?” I asked looking around for the six-foot tall man who was responsible for all of this.
“No. Maybe we should go sit down and wait for him.” Sierra grabbed onto my hand and pulled me over to the back wall, sliding into one of the booths. “He should be here by now.” She pulled out her phone to text him. I looked over the crowd. Eyes scouting for Hudson. “He said he’s at the bar.” I spun, looking towards the bar.
“There.” Sierra smiled pointing. I followed her finger, finding Hudson quickly.
“Whose he with?” I studied the man who stood across from Hudson, engaged in deep conversation. I turned to face Sierra. “Have you met him before?” I turned back, studying him again. He looked as though he was twenty-eight maybe twenty-nine, standing with both his hands shoved deeply in the pockets of his black skinny jeans. I let my eyes run over his body, drinking in his features. Starting with the ink that covered his right arm where little space of bare skin remained untouched by the intricate tattoo’s wrapping around the exposed muscle. My eyes drifted up over his torso and to his face. He has a sharp jawline, standing out prominent, his cheeks tanned, and covered with a days-worth of stubble. His eyes were big and round, childlike almost, bushy eyebrows following the curve of his brow bone. His nose appeared to have been broken before as it loomed over a pair of smirking lips. His hair was a dark brown and styled into a presentable quiff. I was unable to stop myself from looking back at his eyes, where to my surprise he was already looking at me. Feeling my cheeks redden I looked down to the table trying to calm myself.
“His name’s Dylan O’Brien, Hudson’s know him for a while.” Sierra shrugged. Eyes moving away from me, and a smile tugging on her lips. “Hi baby.” Hudson sat beside her, arm wrapping around her shoulders. He left a sweet kiss on her lips.
“Hey Y/N.” Hudson smiled. “You excited to meet Martin?” Hudson’s kind smile turned into a smirk.
“Ecstatic.” I mumbled eyes turning to slits as I glared him down. “Is he here yet?” I looked around, eyes finding Dylan’s again as he threw his head back and laughed.
“Not yet.” I turned back, eyes meeting Sierra’s. “He’s going to be here soon though. He’s excited to meet you.” Hudson pulled Sierra into him.
“You two are going to get along so well, I just know it.” Sierra smiled at me.
I wish I could say the date went perfectly, and the minute I saw Martin I fell head over heels in love, and before I knew it, we ended up in bed together and lived happily ever after, but as the night wore on, and the date dragged on there was one thing missing.
“I thought you said he couldn’t wait to meet me.” I whined drunkenly as I waved my empty glass around. I’d forgotten how easily I got drunk these days and by my second scotch I was already into tipsy Y/N territory.
“He couldn’t.” Hudson chimed. “It’s not like Martin to stand up a girl.”
“Martin seems like a jerk.” I huffed slamming my glass on the table frowning. “Oh Hudson, I’m not excited to meet her. She looks great. Blah, Blah, BLAH.” I rolled my eyes.
“He didn’t seem like one at the office. I’m really sorry Y/N.” Hudson sighed. “I’ll go get us another drink.” He picked up our empties and walked off towards the bar. My head was fuzzy as I turned to my best friend.
“What’s wrong with me?” I whined.
“Nothing is wrong with you. He’s just a shitty guy.”
“Then why was I stood up?” I leant across the table staring at her intently waiting for her to say something, anything that would make sense why this guy, who was so excited to meet me. Would bail, without any notice.
“Maybe because your ‘date’ couldn’t handle how stunningly beautiful you are, and he freaked out at the prospect of being in your company.” A strong husky voice made my eyes widened in surprise. “But that could just be my opinion.” I turned in my seat, eyes meeting those of Dylan O’Brien. Hudson’s heavily tattooed friend.
“I see you’re good at flattery.” I laughed trying to hide the fact I was unnaturally attracted to him.
“It’s not the only thing I’m good at.” He smirked as he sat beside me, extending a glass of scotch towards me. He winked motioning for me to take it. I took it and raised an eyebrow daring him wordlessly to go on. “I’m also really good at rescuing damsels in distress.” I looked over at Hudson and Sierra who were intently watching the exchange sipping on their drinks mindlessly.
“I don’t see any damsels. Maybe your superpower led you to the wrong table.”
“Absolutely not. My good friend Hudson here.” He took a cheeky side glance at Hudson, and I couldn’t help but swoon as his whisky coloured eyes turned back to me, the corner of his lip turning up in another smile. “Said there was an insanely beautiful girl who’d been stood up by some dickhead, and she needed rescuing before he and his fiancé disappeared to the toilets for a quickie.” My mouth dropped open. Dylan held his hands up in defence. “His words, not mine.” He chuckled hand rubbing across his stubble covered chin.
Oh God, I am unnaturally attracted to you.
“Y/F/N Y/L/N.” I held out my hand.
“Dylan O’Brien.” He grasped my hand, holding it gently as we shook hands, he kept looking at me, not breaking the eye contact we were holding. “You can message Martin, now. Tell him Y/N didn’t lose any sleep over him.”
“Yeah, make sure you add in about the tattooed rescuer.” Sierra smirked. “You take care of her Dylan.” She wagged a slim finger at him as Hudson stood.
“Wait, where are you going?” I asked voice raising in concern.
“Bathroom.” Hudson winked at Dylan before grabbing Sierra’s hand and dragging her off. “We’ll be back in a jiffy.”
“I think they mean quickie.” Dylan whispered in my ear. His breath tickling my skin. A hot blush rose on my skin in its wake.
“I’m not going to sleep with you.” I turned to face him, mentally sizing up the damage his charm could have on my life. “So, this whole seduction, husky voice. Dreamy bedroom eyes thing isn’t going to work.”
“You think I have bedroom eyes?” He could destroy me with his charm and I’d be thankful.
“I’m serious.”
“So am I.” He turned to look at the bar. His tattooed arm wrapping around the top of the booth seat fingertips brushing over my shoulder. “I was wondering why the guy at the bar was giving me the come on, now I know.” He turned back smiling cheekily. “It was because of my bedroom eyes.” I couldn’t help myself, I burst out laughing. This guy was unbelievable. “Can I tell you a secret?”
“Only if it’s a good one.” Dylan leaned in, his free arm brushing my hair behind my ear, teasingly slow. His scent overtook my senses. He smelt delicious and I had a carnal desire to push him up against the closest wall and see if he tasted as good as he smelt.
“If you think that I was giving you bedroom eyes before.” He chuckled lowly. “Then you won’t believe what it’s like when I actually give you bedroom eyes.”
“You think you’re so smooth, don’t you?” If I were to be honest with him, I would ask him to show me his bedroom eyes, But I wasn’t honest.
“I don’t actually.” He pulled away from me, turning. Our noses touched ever so slightly. “But I’m drunk, and you’re beautiful.” His eyes searched over my face. “And tomorrow morning, I’m going to be sober, but you.” He shook his head. “You. You’re still going to be beautiful.” Am I imagining this?
“Wow.” I couldn’t help but smile, A real one. It felt like the first time I’d smiled properly in years. “You are a smooth, smooth man.” Dylan picked up his glass. Laughing as he sipped from it.
“It wasn’t a line, but I’m glad it got you to smile.” I took a deep breath, exhaling. Clearing my mind and body of Dylan O’Brien. When I felt like I could open my eyes again. Dylan was still watching me, bottom lip pulled deliciously between his teeth. God, even when he bites his lip he looked like Adonis.
“How do you know my best friend’s fiancé, Dylan?” I turned, brining my knee up on the bench, putting some space between the two of us.
“I’m his tattoo artist.” He picked up his drink again. “Tattooed him about five times now, after the second time we went to the pub…”
“So you gave Hudson some tattoo’s, and then you guys went to the pub, and what an epic bromance started?”
“Pretty much. But let me tell you something.” His voice dropped and became even sexier, which I didn’t even know was possible. “It won’t be as epic as our romance would be.”
“Flattering, but I’m not interested.”
“HoneyBird, you looked me in the eyes a little too long, to not be interested in me.” Holy crap, who was this guy. I leant forward.
“Who are you?” Dylan replicated my actions. Meeting me in the middle.
“Whoever you want me to be.”
“You’re sure of yourself.”
“Confident that you’re attracted to me.” Dylan and my heads were close together. He was right, he should be confident that I was attracted to him. I was.
“You’re right. I might be drunk, but you’re still right.” I picked up the remainder of my drink and downed it.
“And in the morning, you’ll be sober but I’ll still be right.” Dylan smirked.
“Dylan is that you?” We pulled away from each other, at the end of our table stood a girl. Her skin was a very pale colour, even paler than my own. Her cheeks dotted with small freckles which had almost been completely covered by makeup. Her lips big and pouted.
“Rebecca.” Dylan groaned. “Didn’t know you still came here.” He turned in his seat, arm wrapping back around my shoulders.
“Whose she?” Her eyes turned on me. Dark, and furious.
“Me? I’m his fiancé.” I found myself speaking in a horrible British accent, so bad Dylan was struggling to contain his laugher.
“He didn’t tell me he had a fiancé.” Rebecca quipped, as if her words meant to harm me – hard to harm a fake fiancé. Instead, I turned to look at Dylan, then back to the Rebecca.
“Really, because he told me you were his sister.” I turned back to Dylan. “Baby. I didn’t know that was your kink.” I looked out of the corner of my eyes. Rebecca was watching us intently. “Four years together, and I’m only seeing the kinky side of you now.”
“How about I show you just how kinky I can be.” Dylan chuckled, leaning into me teeth nipping my jawline.
Fuck
“Aren’t you going to break up with him? He slept with me.” Rebecca scoffed. Voice raising.
“Don’t worry sweetheart. He’s also slept with me.”
“You’re a pig Dylan.” Rebecca picked up one of the half empty glasses and threw it over Dylan, splattering me in the process. “I hope you two are happy together.” She screamed before stomping away. Dylan and I watched her for a minute as she pushed her way through the crowd and out the door. I was still watching the door when Dylan turned to me.
“Baby, Huh?” I shrugged my shoulders as a smile spread across Dylan’s face. A proper smile, teeth exposed, and one that made dimples appear. God, he really was beautiful.
“I think I enjoyed it too much.” He whispered leaning towards me again. His voice was so low I nearly missed it over the music in the bar.
“Don’t get used to it.”
“HoneyBird, It’s entirely too late for that.” I couldn’t help but feel a hot flush rise on my cheeks when Dylan called me HoneyBird. Flirting with Dylan was fun, but I was out of practice. “What’s wrong?”
“I was just thinking, should I go borrow Sierra’s ring, or was she the only one in this bar you’ve slept with?” I turned back, once my cheek felt cooler.
“If it means getting to call you mine for even tonight, I can find someone else I’m sure.” Dylan went to stand. I grabbed onto his wrist and pulled him back down with me.
“That’s not necessarily, you don’t need to sleep with random women.”
“You mean I can have you without them?” His brown eyes shone, alive with mischief.
“You are something else.” I shook my head, unable to believe I’d held his interest for this long. “But I’m still not sleeping with you tonight.”
“But tomorrow nights still available.” He questioned, flirting was second nature for this man. “I like you Y/N.” He whispered just loud enough for me to hear.
“You’re drunk.”
“I may be drunk, but tomorrow morning when I’m sober. I’m still going to like you.”
“Is that your vice?”
“And by vice you mean....” He trailed off.
“Your immoral, wicked personal behaviours.” I turned on the bench again. Knee brushing his.
“It’s immoral to be interested by you?”
“Strange, But not immoral.”
“Well then, what if I don’t have any?”
“We all have a vice, sometimes more than one. Whether we know it or not.”
“If I tell you mine, you need to tell me yours.”
“Deal.” I stuck my hand out to shake. Dylan grabbed my hand and brought it up to the table. Using both his to play with my fingers. Dancing his fingertips across my knuckles softly.
“I’m passionate, more often than not to an extreme.” His forefinger ran down my wrist absent mindlessly as he spoke. “About life, tattoos, people. Love.”
“People?” He nodded his head. Lip slipping between his teeth as he watched his fingers trace patterns on my skin.
“If I meet someone I like, I become passionate for them.” He turned my hand and continued to trace patterns on my palm. “Not in a romantic way. I like to surround myself with good people, who give off good energy. Hudson for example. We became mates, and I became really invested in our friendship. He’s a really good guy Y/N, and he’s the type of person I want to be surrounded by.”
“That doesn’t sound like a vice.”
“It can be when it makes you vulnerable. The amount of people I’ve had use our friendship for free tattoos.” He shook his head disgust changing his calm features.
“Free tattoos? People do that?”
“Yeah, they expected me to give them free tattoos because that’s what I do, and we were ‘friends’ apparently.” I grabbed his hand and started tracing back on his palm. Replicating patterns he’d drawn on mine.
“But you would work hard on those designs. It’s not right for anyone to expect them for free.” Across the palm, down around the wrist, tracing the veins that protruded. “And not to mention how much time it’d take to actually tattoo them.” Up towards the black tree on his forearm.
“So, what’s yours.” I traced along one of the thicker branches, my right hand ended up holding onto his palm, as my left traced. “It’s only fair.”
“You’re right, it is only fair.” I looked up. Stopping my tracing. Fingers laying still against his skin. “One of my vices is time. I’m worries about how much time we have left on this planet. How long I have left with my family, my friends.”
“Time is a fickle bitch.” Dylan muttered under his breath. “What’s your other ones?”
“I don’t know yet, I’m still working them out.” I looked up through my lashes, meeting his eyes.
“Which would you choose, True love with a guarantee of a broken heart, or to never love at all.”
“True love.” Dylan leaned his head in closer as I resumed my tracing our eye’s not losing contact. “’Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.’”
“Alfred Lord Tennyson.” Dylan smiled. I nodded my head. Inching in the smallest amount.
“What would you have picked?”
“Love.” His breath fanned across my lips as his head dipped in. “Love is to great of an adventure to miss out on.”
“Sorry we took so long.” Sierra’s voice broke us from our bubble. I looked up mouth dropping open when I took in her appearance. Her hair was wild, and no longer the image of perfection. Lipstick was staining the outside of her lips where she’d failed to cover it up. Overall, she looked the definition of a wanton woman. “We stopped at the bar after.” She smirked sitting down two drinks in front of Dylan and I.
“Here baby.” Hudson handed Sierra her own drink as she sat beside him. “What did you two talk about while we were…”
“Screwing?” Dylan optioned. A chuckle on his lips as he looked over the pair. He shuffled again, arm stretching out behind me. Fingertips brushing my shoulder. “Did you guys want to go to the TK bar?”
“The ‘hidden’ one?” Sierra raised a brow. Dylan nodded his head.
“Hell yes.” Hudson stood up. “C’mon drink those drinks. We have a new bar to explore.”
“He’s been wanting to see it ever since you told him about it.” Sierra rolled her eyes at her fiancé.
“Then we should go.” I smiled at Hudson. “We don’t want to keep him waiting longer.” I grabbed my cup and tipped my head back, the scotch burning as it slid down into my stomach. I spluttered as I slammed the glass on the tabletop. Dylan’s hand rubbed soothing circles on my lower back as I tried to regulate my breathing. Little did he know, his hand touching me, didn’t help.
“Easy tiger.” Dylan laughed before mirroring my actions without the spluttering and gasping for air. “Ready?” Sierra and Hudson nodded standing, the began to walk towards the front door. I waited for Dylan to move out of the booth. He didn’t. “You don’t mind I didn’t tell them about our conversation, do you?” His head dropped, and if it wasn’t for the alcohol messing with my head, I could have sworn I saw a tinge of red on his cheeks.
“No.” I cleared me throat. “It was a pretty emotion filled conversation. I assume you have a reputation to protect.” I joked.
“Let’s go.” Dylan stood up and held his hand out, waiting for me to take it. When I did he pulled me up. Leading us to the door, I put my hand on his lower back, holding onto his t-shirt so I could move easier through the crowd. “Y/N, I want you to know something.” He called over his shoulder as we moved through the crowd and out the door.
“What is it?”
“Just because I’m holding your hand doesn’t mean I’m going to sleep with you tonight.” I felt his body shake as he laughed. We came to a stop out the front of the doors. He turned to me. Smirking. Fine, if he wants to play, then it’s about time I play.
“But tomorrow’s still an option?” I ran a hand up and down his chest, fingers curling underneath, my knuckles brushed the skin underneath.
“Careful HoneyBird or I’ll have to take you up on that offer.”
“Guys, are you coming.” We turned, Hudson stood across the road, right outside InkBird. I grabbed Dylan’s wrist and pulled him along with me.
“Do you think the person who owns this place gets annoyed about the hidden bar?” I looked up at the sign and we approached it.
“I don’t think they’d care, probably get a slice of the profit.”
“Well, Dylan where do we go?” Sierra question, leaning her back against Hudson’s chest. “We should hurry before Hudson pee’s himself with excitement.”
“This way.” Dylan walked up to InkBird, standing before a keypad. He punched in some numbers, the door swinging open. We all rushed inside. “Be careful, we can’t mess anything up in here.” He walked again, Sierra, Hudson and I followed behind closely. “Just down here.” We all stepped down the dimly lit stairwell. “This is it.” He pushed open a heavy door. “Welcome to the Koutetsu.” It takes my eyes a few minutes to adjust to the darkness, at first I can’t see anything, but as my eyes flicker in and out of focus a magnificent bar unfolds in front of me.
“It’s dark.” Sierra commented as we all shuffled in. “But its giving me this moody, sexy vibe.” I looked around at the exposed brick work, dark timber furniture, stripped back walls, along with antique lamps and steel mesh hanging from the ceiling. “Do you think they took these from one of the many construction sites around the city?” She asked pointing to the steel mesh.
“Maybe, Koutetsu does mean steel.” I couldn’t help but imagine how the lighting, of this bar was perfect for a first dates. Filled with many spots where someone could sneak away for a romantic moment. I couldn’t help but wish I was sneaking away for a romantic moment with a certain honey eyed boy.
The rest of the night passed in a blur of alcohol fuelled caresses under the table and sweet whispers of nothings when Sierra and Hudson were too wrapped up in their own world.
When it drew to a close, he didn’t ask for my number, he didn’t try to kiss me. He whispered a sweet farewell into my ear and made sure I was safely in my cab on my way home before he left the sidewalk.
Now it was the next day and I was annoyed at him. I know I said I didn’t want him to kiss me, but feelings change and by the end of the night there was nothing more than I wanted.
“You okay Y/N? That’s the third latte you’ve turned into a cappuccino in the last hour.” I turned off the steam wand. Putting the jug of over frothed milk on the countertop. I sighed and turned to face Jackson. The manager of the small cafe I where I worked.
“Just trying to educate people that the cappuccino is far better than a latte.” I ran my hands through my hair. “I’m sorry Jackson my brain is just mush.”
“Don’t sweat it Y/N, we all have off days.” He picked up the jug of milk and finished one of the coffees. “Take this. Grab a muffin and take a break.” He handed me the coffee and shooed me with his free hand.
“Thanks Jackson.” I grabbed one of the muffins from the container. “See you in fifteen.”
“Take as long as you need, get your head together. No more cappuccino’s unless people want them.” I walked out of the service area and through the front door. Sitting at one of the small two-seater tables muffin and coffee in front of me. Stupidly I checked my phone, full of false hope that I’d gotten a message from an unknown number, and that number would be Dylan’s.
There was no message.
“There she is.” I heard a loud voice in the distance booming over the hustle and bustle of New York. I didn’t pay much attention to it as I kept eating my muffin. These type of things happen a lot in the city.
“HoneyBird.” Great, now I was starting to imagine things. This man had gotten under my skin. “HoneyBird.” The metal chair across from me screeched against the concrete. I looked up only to be met with a bunch of flowers in my face.
“What?” Confusion was clear in my voice. Anyone could have heard it.
“Sorry I’m late.” The flowers lowered to reveal the dashingly handsome face of Dylan O’Brian.
“Late? What? … How did you find me?” I took the flowers from him. Looking over the bouquet.
“Hudson.” He smirked. “He told me where to find you. He also gave me your number.”
“Why didn’t you ask for it last night?” Dylan shrugged his shoulders.
“You told me that I didn’t have a chance until today.” He held his arms out. “So here I am.”
“These are beautiful.” I lent down and smelt the bouquet.
“Protea, rose, lisianthus, anthurium, snowberry and gum.” He rattled off as he pointed at the different flowers. When he looked up he shrugged slightly. A small smile breath taking smile. “Mums a florist.”
“Back in Boston?” He nodded his head. “When did you move here?”
“Five years ago, I took over the shop from my uncle.”
“Shop?”
“InkBird. My uncle owns it, now I do, I guess.”
“You own InkBird?” He nodded his head. “That’s amazing Dylan.”
“Yeah, I think so.” He looked so proud as he spoke about his work. “So I took that over from my uncle, renamed it. Changed the interior and now business is better than ever.”
“Do you want to move back?” I lent on my hand, elbow resting on the table. “To Boston that is?”
“Sometimes, but it’s not all it’s cracked up to be. I do miss mum though.” He tapped his hand on the table, lip slipping between his teeth.
“What about your dad?”
“He died when I was eighteen.” Instinctively I reached across to grab his hand.
“I’m sorry Dylan. I shouldn’t have said anything.” I rubbed my thumb across the skin.
“It’s alright. It’s been ten years.” So he’s twenty-eight. “You never stop to miss them though.”
“Still, he was your dad.” He flipped our arms over so his covered forearm was on display.
“See this.” He pointed with his free arm to a beautiful line of scripture.
“You’ll never walk alone.”
“My dads favourite football team, Liverpool, that’s their moto. Got it for him.” I ran my hand along his skin.
“It’s beautiful.” I whispered.
“So are you.” I looked up. “But I knew you would be.”
“You were drunk, and you called me beautiful.”
“And now it’s the morning and I’m sober, but you’re still beautiful.”
“Y/N.” My name being called broke me out of my Dylan induced daze. “Y/N, we need you.” Jackson called sticking his head out the door.
“I’ll be right in.” I called standing, grabbing onto my flowers, muffin and near empty coffee cup. “Thank you for the flowers Dylan.” Building up a moment of pure courage I smiled leaning down, kissing his cheek.
“I’ll message you.” He smiled, turning in his seat as I went to walk away.
“I look forward to it.” I walked back into cafe, I pushed open the door with my hip. A line of customers spanned from the front door to the service area. Jackson stood at the register, while a line of coffee orders sat. Behind him our other waitress Harriet stood fiddling with a croissant.
“New boyfriend?” Jackson motioned to Dylan who was walking past the front window.
“Who knows.” I smiled walking towards the coffee machine. I deposited the flowers underneath the counter on the way. Picking up the first slip I got to work. I felt myself slip back into the rhythm I found myself in every day I worked. It was pretty fun being a barista and working here with Jackson. Harriet on the other hand, wasn’t the highlight of my day.
“I think we’re going to need to get rid of Harriet.” Jackson whispered as we scrubbed down the cafe. “She’s just not catching on.”
“That mean’s we have to find someone else.” He nodded his head. “That’ll be the hard part.”
“You head home, I’ll finish this.” He grabbed the cloth from my hand. “You still right to open tomorrow?”
“Yeah, see you around eight?” I turned on my heel and began my walk home. Halfway through my walk I realised I was walking towards InkBird, towards Dylan. I peered through the windows. I couldn’t see anybody. Going in wouldn’t hurt. I pushed the heavy door open and was hit with the smell of bleach and sterilisation.
“We’re closed.” The all too familiar voice called from somewhere within the shop. “Come back tomorrow or call up and make an appointment.” He called again. A plan formulated in my head when I noticed the brass bell sitting on a whitewashed counter. I reached out and tapped it the loud ping echoing around the parlour. “Didn’t you hear me?” I heard heavy boots hit the wooden floor. “I said we’re not open. Fuck off…”
“That’s not a nice way to treat your customers.” I smirked as Dylan rushed to a halt. It took me a moment for me to realise that he was shirtless. Only a pair of jeans hanging around his waist. His hands rested on his hips, pushing his jeans down even more. I couldn’t help but let me eyes wander his chest again, the muscles looked almost too tempting.
“Took your time, didn’t you.” He smirked, arms crossing over his chest leaning casually against the doorframe. “What took you so long?”
“You knew I’d come?’’ He shrugged his shoulders.
“I hoped you would.” What was this man doing to me? Coming down on me like a storm in a small country town. He pushed away from the wall and walked over to me. Each step more determined than the last. “Now.” He reached me. I took a step back. He took one closer until my back was flush with the door. “Tell me” One arm went above my head resting, the other reaching around by my waist locking the door. It made a sharp clicking noise. “Why did you come Honey Bird?” He lent down so his head was level with mine.
“I haven’t made any bad decisions lately.” My voice came out breathless, much like I felt.
“I can be a bad decision.” He lent in closer, lips brushing my cheek. The lightest touch from this man was enough to send shivers through my whole body. “If you want me to stop.” He whispered, lips brushing underneath my ear this time. “Tell me now.” I couldn’t speak, and even if I could, I wouldn’t stop him. “Or now.” He kissed my jawline gently. “Tell me HoneyBi -.” He didn’t have time to finish. I’d reached my hand around his neck, pulling him to me, the rest of his words, his nickname for me. My nickname. Lost against my mouth as he kisses me gently. This wasn’t a time for gentle, he was shirtless and I wanted more. I was sure if he’d had a shirt on my hands would be knotted in his shirt, but he was shirtless and the only thing I could pull on to make it known I wanted more was his hair. So that’s what I did. Hands knotting in his hair, pulling it. He groaned, low in his throat and then he was kissing me harder, with a vehement urgent need that it’d never felt before. He’s kissing me once, twice, three times. He’s everywhere. “Up.” He groans lips leaving mine for a fraction of a second. “Honey Bird.” He speaks again. I understand what he wants, and I jump. He catches me with ease. My back hits the door. Doorknob digging into my back, it’ll leave a bruise but I can’t find a care for it at the moment.
Between us, a weightless, seamless desire flowed. Our bodies in synch with one and other. The kisses started out soft and slow building as Dylan held me against the door, his hands pulling up my shirt, over my head leaving me as dressed as he was. Our bodies moved together, my back scratching against the heavy wooden door, floorboards squeaking underneath Dylan’s feet. When I’d come here this afternoon this is not what I pictured we’d be doing, but deep in my heart I knew there was no other possibilities of how we’d spend our time together. I wanted to kiss him forever, for as long as I could. I blocked out all the thoughts about what this was, what it might mean and what future messes I’d created for myself.
“Honey Bird.” He whispered as my lips went to his neck. “Unless you want half of Brooklyn to see you being fucked…” He kissed the top of my right breast, leaving goosebumps in his wake. Fuck. Everything he does is hot, all hands and lips. The scent. The taste. The feel of him between my legs, it was all like tiny fireworks going off all over me. Bits of me I didn’t think possible to feel igniting. “And thoroughly fucked at that, I suggest we take this to my office.” I leaned up, biting his earlobe.
“Lead the way.” Dylan let me down, pulling me behind him, leading me to the doorway he’d walked out from minutes ago. I didn’t get a chance to look around before Dylan pushed me roughly against the wall. He gathered my wrists in one of his hands holding them above my head while his other world it’s way to the waist band of my pants. I couldn’t touch him but I could see exactly what I wanted straining at his pants, pressing against his jeans.
“You want to touch huh?” I nodded my head. Lips pushing out in a pout as I looked at him. “What did you want?” His voice was soft and it sent a shiver down my spine.
“You.” Dylan’s lips brushed over my cheek and up beside my ear.
“You have me,” He kissed just below my ear, biting and pulling on the lobe. “Any way you want me,” He bit the soft skin of my neck, I couldn’t help the gasp that escaped. He made me feel so good.
“Now?” My voice was breathy. I couldn’t recognise it. He was doing this all to me. Dylan laughed softly, breath blowing over the freshly marked skin of my neck.
“What do you want love?”
“Your mouth.” I whispered, cheeks flushing softly. Warmth flooding them. Dylan’s first response was a groan, his hips pushing into me.
“I was hoping you’d say that.” He picked me up and carried me over to a desk… His desk. He pushed things of the desk before sitting me atop. Legs hanging over the side. Skirt pushed up. “Perfect height.” He muttered to himself, pulling the seat towards us. He reached under my skirt, fingers hooking onto my panties. “You sure?” I bit my lip and nodded. I need this. I raised my hips and let him peel them off, the silk leaving small bumps in it’s wake as the cold air hit my skin. Dylan didn’t stop looking at me as my panties fell to the floor forgotten. He didn’t break eye contact as his lips found my knees, the soft skin of my thighs. I watched as he kissed along the skin of my thighs, getting closer and closer to where I wanted him to be. His hands pulled at my hips softly.
“Come closer,” Dylan demanded softly. I shifted my hips forward, the edge of the desk underneath me. He laughed under his breath.
“What is it?”
“Already wet for me,” He grinned at me, and traced a finger lightly over me just missing where I needed him most.
“I’ve been like this since this afternoon.” I whispered back, head falling back. Needing a moment without his eyes looking into mine. He touched my clit softly. I flinched, before pushing forward. Needing his hand. It wasn’t there. “Don’t tease,” I whined, pressing my hips forward, trying to find him. Dylan nipped at my inner thigh. I looked back down at him. God it was a sight.
“Are you always so needy,” He raised an eyebrow at me even as a smile tugged at his lips. He stood, reaching for my hand. Bringing it to his lips.
“Only for you,” I murmured as Dylan kissed my fingertips.
“Only for me?” I hummed in agreement, before leaning back again wishing he’d touch me. When I didn’t feel anything for a moment I moved my head back. Looking down at Dylan, biting my lip as he pressed his cheek to my inner thigh. So close. “You look good from every angle, but I think this is my favorite,” Dylan groaned and tilted his head to look back at you. His brown eyes sparkled as his lips tugged up in a lopsided grin. “Time for dessert.” He swiped his tongue into me so quickly that my moan was nearly silent as he knocked the breath out of me. Fuck he was good with his tongue. My hips rocked against him, his tongue licking into my deeply. His nose brushed over my clit.
“Fuck.” Dylan hummed in response, the vibrations doing magical things to my body. “Jesus.”
“Name’s Dylan actually.” He chuckled against me. “You taste good.” He buried his face in me, groaning at the taste as his tongue thrust in and out at a rapid rate. My breath was caught in my chest as the pleasure… God it was intoxicating me.
“Dylan … fuck, I’m- Jesus - I’m not going to last if you keep-” I was abruptly cut off by my own orgasm. Dylan’s name rolled off my tongue multiple times as I came down, He didn’t stop though. His tongue kept moving. But even when he pulled away it was too soon, I missed the feeling of him.
“Barely got a taste of you.” My body clenched hotly at his words. His grin only grew as he felt my reaction. I sat up properly. Looking at him. Lips shinning with me. I leant forward and kissed him hotly. Like I’d never kissed someone before. He’d done this to me. Turned me into a sex crazed woman in under twenty-four hours.
“My turn.” I pushed him back into his chair and slid off the desk. Standing naked in front of him.
“What do you have in mind?” My hands move down to his jeans, leaning forward moaning into his ear.
“There’s a few things I could do, Dylan.” I pulled open the belt buckle.
“Like what?” His voice cracking as he grinds up. I couldn’t help myself, as I slowly unbutton his jeans stopping every now and then to bite at his neck. I was enjoying this far too much.
“Well, I could use my hand…” I grabbed the zipper, pulling it down. I looked into Dylan’s eyes, smirking. “Or I can make you cum in your jeans.” He grabbed onto my face, pulling me into him. I nearly fell onto him. His finger running over my bottom lip. Slipping into my mouth.
“How about you use that perfect mouth of yours.” I bit the tip of his finger. “Please.” His voice dripping with want, making my mouth water. I want him.
“Only because you asked so nicely.” With that I lent down and pulled his jeans down his legs. I dropped to my knees and look at his exposed cock, hard, for me. Dylan looked down at me and I swear, the site nearly made me cry. He looked so fucking perfect.
Without anymore teasing I reached out and gripped the base. Leaning in, I give the head a lick. His hand griped my hair as my lips wrapped around him. A throaty moan escapes and he rolls eyes back. I gripped his hips as I push my way down, swallowing around him to pull out moans from his mouth. His grip on my hair tightens. A groan escapes as I feel him hit the back of my throat and the vibrations almost send him over the edge right there. He pulls my hair tighter, body freezing as he tries to calm down. When his grip loosens slightly I take it as my cue to move my head up and down, encouraging.
“Fuck that’s it.” He groans. Thrusting into my hips. “Your mouth is fucking perfect.”
I moan around the heavy cock in my mouth. My eyes flicker up and see him staring down at me with his eyes drowning in lust. His cheeks red with want as his breath quickens. I grip the base and groan one more time, his hand tightens as his voice breaks. “Fuck, Y/N” He hits the back of my throat. “Close.” I move faster, dragging him closer to the edge. His moans get louder. His voice gets deeper. His grip on my hair, turning me on even more. He tries to pull away as he comes but I don’t let him go. I just keep my eyes on his face as I swallow every drop. When he’s completely finished I pull away and grin up at him. “Good?” He pulls me up and kisses me. It’s hot, and sweaty. It’s a fucking perfect kiss.
“That was good for an opening act.”
“If that was only the opening act, I can’t wait for the main show.” Dylan grabbed me and pulled me up, walking me backward until the back of my thighs hit the edge of the desk once more, He lifted me up, my ass resting on the rough wood. I wrapped my arms around his torso, nails scratching his back.
“You sure you want to do this, HoneyBird?” Concern laced his question. I smiled and grabbed onto his face, pulling him towards me nodding my head. He stopped, millimetres from my lips. “Need to hear you say it.” His lips brushed mine as he spoke. God, he was so sexy.
“I want this, I want you…” Muttering pushing my lip’s so they touched his softly, Dylan let out a low moan as he presses himself harder against my lips.
“You on the floor, God what a sight.” He mutters, hand wrapping in my hair pulling it softly. “Swear, I’ve never seen a prettier one.”
“Dylan …” If he didn’t touch me, and where I needed him soon. I was sure I was going to cry. I started kissing his neck, lips running staying on his Adams apple.
“I need to get… shit I need to get a condom.” He went to pull away, hands moving from my hair, touch leaving me.
“You don’t. I’m covered.” I pulled him back hoping he got my drift. His eyes widened in surprise but quickly darkened once more. “As long as you’re clean of course…”
“I am yeah.” He pulled away to look at me again. “I just…” He shook his head. “HoneyBird where have you been hiding from me?”
“I haven’t been, I’ve just been waiting for you to fuck me.” I smirked cheekily. Dylan stepped back, hands dropping onto his hips. He stood proud and naked, smirking at me.
“For that comment, I think you need to ask nicely.” I looked up and down his body, quickly working over if I could live without feeling Dylan O’Brian inside me. “Better hurry, HoneyBird.” He smirked again.
“Please fuck me.” I whimpered needing the skin on skin contact he provided me, and that was all it took. He took one step forward and pulled my leg up to my hip. He worked himself so he was ready, waiting for me. “Dylan …” He did one of his heart-breaking smiles as he pushed himself inside. Eyes not leaving mine. My mouth fell open when he was completely inside me, he stilled offering me a minute to relax myself. I concentrated on him, being inside me. The pleasure that this man I’d known for under twenty-four hours was giving me was driving me insane.
“If you keep making those noises, and pulling my hair Honeybird…” He groaned as I shifted my hip’s a little. “I won’t be able to stop myself.” I nodded, biting into my bottom lip as he began slowly thrusting in and out. I tried to move with him, rocking against his hips and keeping my lips pressed to his. My breathing was starting to come out in huffs. Moans escaping between our kisses. He pressed his forehead to mine and closed his eyes as he picked up his pace.
“Dylan.” A voice called from beyond the door. “Are you here. I’ve got our dinner.”
“Shit.” Dylan stilled, Hip’s stopping their movements. “I’ll be out in a minute Clara, meet me upstairs.”
“What are you doing?” The voice, Clara called louder, closer this time.
“Just finishing a consultation with a client.” He called back. His hips starting once again. Was he serious?
“Kay. I got you chow mein.” I tried to push Dylan out as footsteps trailed away from the door.
“What are you doing?” He asked grabbing my hips. His movements not stopping.
“You’ve got to get back to your Girlfriend.” I knew it was too good to be true, he was too good to be true.
“She’s my roommate, not my Girlfriend.”
“You’re single.”
“As can be.” He whispered kissing my lips. “Cheating really isn’t up my alleyway.” He began to thrust faster again. “Now, we really do have to hurry.”
“Wait,” I said, putting my hand on his chest and pushing him away.
“What are you doing?”
“We have to hurry remember.” I smirked sliding of the desk, turning so my elbows were on it.
“Fucking hell, HoneyBird.” A guttural groan escaped him.
“Oh my God,” I groaned as he pressed back inside, perfectly angled. I buried my face in my arms wishing nothing more than to be free to scream about how good he was making me feel, especially when he picked up his pace.
“Fuck,” he said again, inhaling sharply as he clutched my hips, short nails digging into my skin. The desk began to move beneath us but there was no stopping now. I heard Dylan groan as his hips jerked violently against me, slapping against my skin. I turned back, locking eyes with him. He was concentrating, hard. Lip pulled between his teeth. “Next time…. Fuck. Next time I’m taking you slow…” He wanted the to be a next time…
“… m’ close.” I whimpered as I reached my peak. Dylan followed closely behind me, body seizing as he reached his own orgasm. My body instantly fell into a state of utter relaxation. Dylan’s body pressed atop of mine. “God that was good.” I whispered not sure I would be able to talk properly.
“God, you are fantastic.” He pulled up, slipping from me. I felt discomfort for a second as he left me. I couldn’t stand just yet. So instead I let my head drop onto Dylan’s desk. “If you stay like that HoneyBird, I’m going to have to fuck you again.”
“As tempting as that sounds, you have to get up to your dinner.” I whispered, turning around. I sat on the desk. Completely naked and spent. Dylan walked up to me, wrapping an arm around my waist. Kissing me.
“Come up and have dinner with Clara and I?”
“I don’t want to intrude Dylan.”
“Nonsense, there’s plenty.” Dylan picked me up, helping me redress myself. “We’re having Chinese and watching Netflix all night.”
“Okay.”
“And if you’re a good girl, you might get some dessert later on.” He winked as he slipped his jeans back on. “Who am I kidding, after that performance, you can literally walk all over me and I’d still beg you to let me fuck you again.”
“You don’t have to beg anytime soon Dylan,” I smirked wrapping my arms around his waist. “But I am hungry.”
“Upstairs we go.” He smacked my bum as he ushered me out of the room. "You go first." He smiled when we reached the stairs. "This way I get to watch you from behind again.”
"Keep it in your pants, Dylan," I whispered. "Or at least for later."
"Fuck, HoneyBird you are going to be the death of me." He groaned under his breath.
When we reached the top of the stairs I stopped. A good friend of Dylan's was behind this door. Was I ready for this at all? Short answer, no. What was I meant to talk about? How under five minutes ago her roommate was buried deep inside me? How good he looked on his knees in front of me eating me out? How amazing his cock was?
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