29 Days of Smut 2016
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A self-imposed challenge of my own creation, running from February 1, 2016 to February 29, 2016. I only plan to start these stories (producing around a thousand words for each), not to finish them within the month.




















Evermore [8/?]
Date: 2016-05-18 02:25 pm (UTC)Avery ignored her. Let the two of them figure it out, he decided. It wasn't like he didn't already know what they were going to do to solve the problem.
As Avery slid into the driver's seat and slammed his own door shut behind him, starting the truck up while Ion paused behind his... girlfriend had to be the wrong word. But whatever she was to him--victim, girlfriend, he didn't even care at this point--or so he told himself--the two of them paused for only a moment before Ion gave her a little grin. "Tight fit. How much do you think it's going to upset him if you sit in my lap?"
Avery had to admit, he had some genuine appreciation for the uncertain expression on Rylan's face as she glanced back at him following those words. They all knew he wasn't going to be pleased with the inevitable way they were going to solve this particular issue, and it wasn't simply because they would risk getting pulled over by any cop that happened to catch a glimpse of their seat arrangement.
No. Unfortunately, each of the three of them knew that Avery was going to be jealous. No matter how long he had spent away from her, no matter how suppressed his feelings had been back when they might have actually mattered, no matter what Rylan was now, he couldn't pretend that it didn't give him a distinct and unshakeable sense of horrible envy to see them together like this. Ion, of all people, should not be the one who had her in his arms.
If only he could pretend he didn't care.
Without any more words on the subject--just a self-conscious look on Rylan's face and a smug, self-satisfied smirk on Ion's own--Ion reached past her, opened the door, and then skirted around her body to slide onto the seat beside Avery.
Oddly, that was what got him. He hardly even paid attention to it when Rylan climbed into the car and let herself be pulled down into Ion's grasp. Her ass hit Ion's lap, their skin only separated by two thing layers of jean, and yet all Avery could think about was how damnably close Ion was to him right now.
It was disconcerting, really, something that set him into a kind of subdued panic. He didn't want--never wanted--Ion anywhere near him, and to let the monster into his space like this--not just into his figurative bubble of personal space but also the semi-private territory of the inside of his car--was disconcerting to say the least. It felt eerily akin to the moment in a vampire movie when the genre-blind victim invited the beast into their home, dismantling the one barrier between them and sure, inescapable death in one horrible moment of mistake.
It felt, to put it simply, like he was making a mistake.
But then, he told himself as he started up the truck and tried to ignore whatever they were doing beside him, that was the thing, wasn't it? This was a mistake, and there was absolutely no getting around that. Avery shouldn't under any circumstances be letting Ion--or Rylan, for that matter--this close to him. He shouldn't have contacted them at all, shouldn't have given them a reason to leave the Otherrealm behind, and absolutely shouldn't be helping them now. Bringing them into contact with humans at all was dangerous and stupid, and what in the fuck had prompted him to make sure a completely idiotic decision, he couldn't even begin to guess.
(He just missed Rylan, a nasty little voiced whispered from the back of his mind, and perhaps he was even willing to put up with Ion so long as he could have her. It was a voice he was determined to ignore.)
They drove, thankfully, in silence. A few minutes down the rode from the parking lot where they'd disembarked, Avery saw Rylan's twitch toward the dashboard. She was going for the stereo, he knew, meaning to turn on the radio like she'd done so many times in the past. Had things been normal, she would've done it; she would've turned it on and listened for a few seconds to whatever he'd left it on, and then she would've given him a bit of gentle teasing before asking if he minded whether she changed the station. He never had before, even if there had been a few occasions when he'd had her wait until a song was over before she turned the dial.