My Best Friend’s Girl


WARNING:   This story is marked 18+ and NSFW as it does contain some sexual situations.  If you are offended by the subject matter, please do not read.  

Gretchen paced back and forth in her living room, cell phone in hand, the temptation to dial the number and call him was eating at her. She talked to him on a regular basis, it wasn’t unusual to call him, he wouldn’t even question it. The reason for her call, though, well that was a different story altogether.

Tonight, she wanted to see if they could take their casual friendship a step further. Tonight, she wanted to take the bold step to ask him out to dinner, on a date, a real date! They had gone for coffee or drinks before. Had even gone to the movies, but there were usually several other friends with them, and it was never anything more than a group of friends hanging out and goofing off. She wanted this to be intimate, just the two of them, a night where they got dressed up and went to a restaurant and possibly held hands. Maybe if she was lucky, by the end of the evening, she could get him to kiss her, and could feel his lips on hers; she was dying to know if they were as soft as they looked.

The obstacle to this entire romantic scenario? The fact that she ended a relationship a little more than six months ago with a man who happens to be this guy’s good friend. Not only was he good friends with her ex, but he was a co-star of her ex as well; this meant that there could be fireworks over this potential relationship. It was a risk she was willing to take. She wanted to begin dating again and the time she had spent hanging out with him, well it made her realize she had feelings and wanted to act upon them.

Enough with the second guessing, Gretchen finally dialed the number and waited impatiently for him to pick up the line. After the third ring, she was giving up and was ready to hang up. She had no desire to leave a voicemail and made a huge fool of herself. As her finger hovered over the ‘end’ button, she heard his breathless voice echo on the line.

“Hey, Gretchen!”

She was taken by surprise that he actually answered, so much so that it took her a second to compose herself, “Hey, I was about to hand up. You’re a little out of breath, did I catch you at a bad time, Sebastian?”

“Ha, yeah, I was working out. I’m at the gym with Don, and right now he’s giving me the evil eye because I’m on the phone,” she could hear the laughter in his voice.

“Sorry, well I don’t want him to be mad at you, I’ll just talk to you later, it’s no big deal,” her voice betrayed her, and she knew it. She bowed her head, she wanted to throw up, this was a colossally bad idea. It didn’t help that when she heard his voice, her resolve to get through this began to waiver.

“No, you can’t hang up,” his voice sounded as if he was pleading with her, “Don is torturing me today. You’re my savior and a pleasant distraction. So, to what do I owe the pleasure?” He tried to sound so proper and posh, all in the hopes of making her laugh, it worked. Her laugh was light and infectious and made him smile; Don and the rest of the workout gang were watching him so he knew they would have something to say when he completed the call.

“I..well, you see,” she started to stammer, “Hell, Seb, would you have dinner with me tomorrow night?” She just blurted it out, thinking it would be like ripping a band-aid off, and it is better to get it over with all at once.

She was met with complete silence on the other end of the line. Suddenly all of the background noise she heard from the gym was gone, dead air, that was all there was. Her heart stopped, had he hung up on her? She pulled the phone away from her ear and looked down at the screen. No, the call had not ended, it still appeared as if he was on the line.

“Seb?” She asked hesitantly, “Are you there?”

“Gretchen, I’m…I don’t…I’m not sure it’s a good idea,” he finally got the words out, “I mean, you’re Chris’ girl, and I’m friends with him, and it would be weird.”

Great, not only had her relationship with Chris gone horribly wrong six months ago but now he was going to haunt her and keep her from finding happiness elsewhere. “First off, Seb, I’m not Chris’ girl!” The words came out a little harsher than she had anticipated but she needed him to understand, “He broke up with me, remember? He has a new girlfriend and has moved on, so it is only fair that I get to move on, too.”

“But I’m friends with him, Gretchen. More than that, I work with him and in a few months, we are going to be in Atlanta for the next Marvel project. How in the world can I look him in the eye if I’m with his ex?”

“So I’ll never be anything to you other than his ex? Thanks, Seb that makes me feel so much better,” her words had a bite to them, and she certainly hoped he felt it. “I always thought there was a little something between us, at least I always felt there was. Guess that was just me.”

She let her words linger in the silence. She wasn’t going to subject herself to the humiliation any longer, he wasn’t interested, and she had her answer. The unfortunate thing was that she now lost someone to hang out with; she wouldn’t go grab a drink with him after this epic fail.

“I’ll let you get back to your workout, Seb. Talk to you later,” she tried not to sound as dejected as she felt.

“It wasn’t just you,” he offered quietly.

She wasn’t sure she heard him, “I’m sorry, did you say something?”

“I said,” his voice getting a little louder, “It wasn’t just you, that you know, felt something.” He was using Don’s office for the call and had been walking around while he talked to her. Now, well, now he felt like he needed to sit. He put his elbows on his knees and hung his head, “I’ve always liked you Gretchen, but I could never do anything about it because you were dating Chris. Hell, if he weren’t in the picture, I’d have been first in line to ask you out. But, he is in the picture, and I don’t want to risk my friendship with you or with him; there are still feelings in that mix, and I’d be playing with fire.”

“Sebastian, he’s moved on, and that is what I’m trying to do. You know he has a new girlfriend, he has no lingering feelings for me. I don’t love him, I don’t want him back; I mean, there’s a piece of my heart that will always belong to him, I won’t lie, but the feelings aren’t the same.”

Seb looked at the floor, trying to figure the best way to maneuver through this conversation, “I don’t think the feelings are gone on his side.” It killed him to fight with her on this; he really did have feelings for her, and he had wanted to ask her on a date for a while, he was just scared to do it. They really did have a natural chemistry, he always thought her relationship with Chris seemed more forced. Oh, they looked great together, but the spark between them was igniting a powder keg. “He broke up with his new girlfriend. Well, she broke up with him, accusing him of not being over you and she didn’t have any intention of dating the both of you.”

“Are you kidding me? That is ridiculous, I’ve not had a single conversation with him in six months. I’ve not texted, tweeted, called, nothing and I mean nothing! Look, you made your decision, I respect it,” she hung up the phone and tossed it across the room. She promptly took the pint of ice cream out of the freezer and ate her feelings before going to bed.

~ * ~ 4 months later ~ * ~

The Atlanta morning was cloudy, and there was a chill in the air. Sebastian stood on the sidewalk in front of his hotel, taking a deep breath and mentally preparing for the day. It was going to be a long day of rehearsal and stunt coordination, and he would rather be upstairs in the king size bed with his girlfriend. He took the three steps forward and got into the backseat of the car that would take him to the set; best to get the day started so he would hope it could hurry and get over with.

As he walked on set, he stepped toward the craft services area for coffee, the only breakfast he really craved at the moment. As he fixed his drink, he heard a familiar voice behind him, “So, Seb, I saw you and your lady friend out last night, man. I almost came over to your table and said hello but you two looked so romantic and intense that I didn’t want to interrupt,” with those words, Anthony Mackie slapped Seb on the back.

“Morning, Mackie! Oh, you saw us last night? Really? Wow, yeah, you should have come over to the table,” Seb was suddenly nervous.

“No, man you two were so cute, I wasn’t going to interrupt. But I gotta tell you, dude, your girl is a dead ringer for the girl who used to date Evans. I mean, you’re not dating his ex-are you?”

As this discussion was taking place, Chris was passing by on the other side of the trailer behind the craft services table. Hearing Mackie’s comment made him stop dead in his tracks. He wanted to see how this conversation went, there was no way that his friend would be dating Gretchen, right? Then again, if Seb were interested in her that would be all right, but common courtesy would be to give him a heads up.
Seb laughed nervously, “Um, no, but I do realize she looks like her,” he grabbed his cup and put a lid on it, “I’ll talk to you later, man.”

Chris thought the tone in Seb’s voice was off, he seemed nervous and wanted to get away from Anthony as quickly as possible. That gave him the impression that Seb was evading the truth. He had noticed that Seb seemed happier lately, so it was no surprise he had a new woman in his life. He was thrilled for his friend, he was, Seb’s breakup with his previous girlfriend had been painful, and he deserved to be happy. He just deserves to be happy with his ex-girlfriend, the one he still had feelings for.

Sebastian ducked into his trailer and dialed her number, as the line connected he didn’t even wait for her to speak, “Morning, I’m sorry if I woke you, but we might have a small problem.”

Gretchen yawned, wiped the sleep from her eyes and finally responded, “Morning to you handsome, how are you so wide awake after not getting much sleep last night? So, what is our small problem?”

“It seems we were spotted last night; Mackie just told me he saw us at dinner, and he almost came over to the table but didn’t want to interrupt because we looked so cute and romantic. But he called me out, said my girl is a dead ringer for Chris’ ex.”

This caused Gretchen to straight up in bed, pulling the sheet up to cover herself, “What? He said he recognized me? Shit, do you think he’s gonna say something to Chris? Fuck, we’ve been so careful, Seb. That restaurant was off the beaten path and nowhere near the hotel or studio.”

“Yeah, I know we’ve been careful. And honestly, I’ve got no idea if he’ll tell Chris or not. I’m not sure if he was hoping I would slip up and say something or what. Baby, I think we need to rethink going out tonight.”

“No, come on, I don’t want to spend the rest of my time in Atlanta stuck in this hotel room because we’re afraid I’ll run into Chris. We haven’t talked about it Seb, but does that mean I can’t go to the premiere or any events because of him? Our happiness is put on the back burner to spare his feelings? He’s a grown ass man, he’ll get over it.”

Seb had to smile, he loved the spitfire attitude Gretchen displayed when she defended their relationship. She had never wavered on this point, from the beginning she has said the exact same thing. He had been so worried about dating her, even turned her down when she asked him out that first time. He felt horrible when she hung up on him, he tried calling her back, and it kept going to voicemail. It took him three days to get back in touch with her, and that was only because he showed up at her door. She answered the door, and he could tell she didn’t check to see who it was first because she wouldn’t have opened the door for him. Her hair was all over her head, she hadn’t slept in days it looked like. Her apartment was a mess. Frankly, the last time she looked this awful was the day Chris walked out of her life.

He didn’t wait for her to invite him in, he knew she wouldn’t. Instead, he pushed past her and stepped into the center of her living room. He looked around the room, and then back at her, “What in the hell have you done?” It was the only thing he could get out; he was astonished.

She still held the door opened, it was her unspoken way of letting him know she wanted him to leave. He wasn’t going anywhere. She didn’t answer his question, instead just stood there staring at him. After a few minutes, he walked over to her, pried her hand from the door and slammed it shut. “You need a shower, right now, go!”

Gretchen just eyed him carefully before pouting and walking off toward her room. She slammed the bedroom door emphatically. He was well aware she was not happy, but right now, he didn’t care. He figured she would through some sort of tantrum, and he was okay with that. He cleaned her apartment, tossed the empty pints of ice cream away and put the spoons in the dishwasher. He also tossed the empty bottle of vodka, she wasn’t that heavy of a drinker so he wasn’t sure if she drank that entire bottle over the course of the last few days or if was only a partial bottle, to begin with.

He lit a few candles to freshen up the place, just in time for Gretchen to walk back out of the bedroom. She was freshly showered and dressed, her hair tamed and she appeared to be back among the living. Seb picked up her cell phone from the floor, the screen shattered but still working.

“No wonder you haven’t been answering my calls,” he said as he waved the device at her, “You know I’ve been trying to call you for the past few days, right? That’s why I felt like I needed to come over, I started to get worried.”
Gretchen scoffed at his words, “You don’t give a shit, Seb. Look, thanks for cleaning up the place but you can leave now,” her words were hateful, and she wasn’t going to apologize. “I tried telling you the other day, I’m done.”

“Yeah, well I’m not. I tried telling you the other day, I’ve had feelings for you all along.”

“So you said, but Chris is the barrier here. You don’t get that I’ve got no feelings for him now. None, zip, zilch.”

“That isn’t true, and you know it. But I do believe you want to move on.”

“Seb, I respect that you don’t want to date me because you are friends with him, that’s fine. I think you’re an idiot, but I can respect that you are loyal to your friend,” she took a step toward him and he could feel his resolve diminishing. She wasn’t trying to seduce him, far from it, she had a fire in her eyes, and she was defending her stance, but it was turning him on. “He’s a grown man, though, and he walked away from me. If he thinks that I am going to sit around and wait for him to change his mind, he’s got another thing coming. And he is not going to hinder my happiness. It is just my misfortune to fall for one of his friends.”

It only took Seb three steps to be in front of her, his hand on her face, his lips locked on hers. The kiss was full of passion and heat, his tongue immediately pushing for access into her mouth, wanting to explore and taste every bit of her mouth. His hands moved, entwining in her hair, pulling her closer to him. One hand, finally moved around her waist, pulling the rest of her body close. She could feel his rock hard cock through his jeans as he pressed into her. Her hands, which had been at her side, finally moved to hold on to his hips, gently pulling him close, as well.

The heat between them was undeniable, and that spark started it all. Sebastian did not leave her apartment that night, there were no regrets, and the decision was made to see where this would lead. The relationship was easy, they realized that they fit together perfectly and their personalities matched. Gretchen’s relationship with Chris was a little strained at times, and she often joked that the only things they were good at were fucking and fighting. That was all their relationship consisted of at the end; which is why it was so easy for Gretchen to say that she didn’t want to go back.

They had been dreading the trip to Atlanta, well Seb had anyway. He was not sure he could look his friend in the eye and deny the feelings he had for his girlfriend to keep from coming clean to Chris. The stand-up thing to do would be to tell Chris all about the relationship, but he didn’t know how to get the words out. All he did know, at the moment, was that he didn’t want Mackie to be the one to tell him.

“Okay, if you want to go out, we will, but maybe we rethink where we are going. Maybe we head out in the opposite direction, perhaps there is less of a chance of running into anyone.”

“Okay,” she couldn’t be angry at him, she knew he was trying, and that is all she could ask, “Thank you, baby. Have a good day, I’ll see you tonight.”

“See you tonight,” Seb repeated back to her, but before he hung up he repeated what he had said to her for the first time that morning, “I love you, Gretchen.”

She smiled broadly, her skin turning to goosebumps, “I love you back, Seb.”

~ * ~

Dinner had been wonderfully romantic and, despite being paranoid, they had not run into anyone from the cast or the crew. It was just as tricky getting back into the hotel, Sebastian’s room was on the same floor, and down the hall from Chris’ room. The car let Gretchen out first and then drove off, making a pass around the block before dropping off Sebastian. She walked through the lobby alone, head up and shoulders back as if she belonged there. She walked to the alcove near the elevators and waited for Seb to join her, she didn’t want to ride up without him.

As the two of them stepped into the elevator, Seb wrapped his arm around Gretchen’s waist and pulled her to him. He had been waiting to claim her all evening but had held off for fear of being watched. Now in the elevator, knowing that they were on their way to the room, and he had not seen a single member of the cast or crew in the lobby, he was safe to take what was his. He assaulted her neck, nipping and kissing from her ear down to the crook of her neck and along her shoulder. All while his hands pulled at her blouse, pulling it free from her skirt, allowing his hands to run up under it to feel her skin.
His touch was electric, Gretchen’s back arched as she moved into his touch. She put her hand on his crotch and began kneading him through his suit pants, she didn’t want to expose him in the elevator. Although she wanted her hands on him, her lips on him; hell, she wanted him in her in the worst possible way. But the elevator ride wasn’t going to be long enough and stopping it would bring too much attention. As her hand moved, he groaned into her skin. The elevator dinged, the two of them glanced over and saw that they had reached their floor. As the doors opened, Sebastian grabbed Gretchen’s hand and practically ran her down the hallway toward their room.

As he fumbled for with the door, she stood behind him, her arms wrapped around him, fidgeting with the button and zipper on his pants. When the door opened, he spun her around and pushed her into the room and up against the wall. He made quick work of removing her blouse and skirt. His leg gently pushed her legs apart, and his hand pushed the fabric of her panties to the side and began fingering her clit; rolling in it his fingers while his lips sucked on her breasts and he bit at her nipples.

“You’re all wet, baby,” he moved his attention from her breasts to her neck. He then let out a soft growl in her ear, “Tell me what you want. What do you want me to do to you?” This only turned her on more, Seb could feel her flood over his fingers.

Her breath caught in her throat, she could barely speak, “Fuck, oh my God, Seb, please,” she was begging with what little breath she could muster, “I want…”

“Tell me, beautiful. You want me inside of you? You want me to lick you? Tell me, your wish is my demand.”

“Yes!” She said a little too loudly as her voice echoed in the hallway of the hotel room, “All of it…I…want…it…alll, please Seb.”

Sebastian quickly pulled her from the wall; she picked up her clothes and quickly moved to the bedroom. What neither of them noticed was the fact that the hotel room door did not shut all the way. The door was closed, but it did not latch, meaning someone could easily walk by and step right into the room. The two of them had stepped into the adjacent bedroom, pushing that door closed, ever so slightly, and had promptly undressed and finished what they had started in the hallway.

Not more than ten minutes after they had entered their room, Chris began walking down the hall towards his room. As he walked past Sebastian’s room, he noticed the door was slightly ajar. He stood at the door, “Hey, Seb, you in there? Everything okay?”

There was no answer. Chris listened for a moment and didn’t hear any sounds, so he called out again, “Sebastian, are you in there?” Again, his calls were met with no response.

Chris began to wonder if someone had broken into Seb’s room; he remembered hearing Seb say that he was going to be out for the evening, so he wondered if someone had taken advantage of him being gone. Chris slowly pushed the door open and took a tentative step inside. That is when he heard the voices in the bedroom, he realized that Seb was in the room, and he turned to leave.

But he was stopped dead in his tracks when he heard the woman’s voice say, “Oh my God, Seb! I’m gonna cum, oh God!”

He recognized the voice, there was no doubt in his mind that it was Gretchen. Tears began to prick at his eyes, it was painful to think that she was with one of his best friends. How could she? More importantly, how could he? It was true, he had walked away from her; by all accounts, he had broken her heart, and he had not really cared at the time. They fought a lot, not sure who’s fault that was. They were equally passionate about most things. He had moved on, started dating again, and thought he had moved past Gretchen. That was until his girlfriend split with him and said she couldn’t be the third person in the relationship. She could tell that he was still mentally hung up on Gretchen, even if he didn’t want to admit it.

Chris just couldn’t reach out to her; couldn’t face the reasons for their split and couldn’t begin to think about working on fixing it. He wanted to but wasn’t sure she would forgive him or give him another chance. Now, she had moved on, and he knew for sure there would be no other opportunity. But now, the pain of her moving on was mixed with the pain of betrayal by his good friend. He heard Seb deny dating Gretchen when talking to Mackie that morning. Granted, he was eavesdropping so, Seb never lied to him. But Seb was hiding this from him. How long had this been going on?
Chris walked out of the room, and he slammed the door shut as he did. Sebastian and Gretchen both flinched, scared that someone was in the room. Seb scampered off the bed, grabbing his pants and pulling them on before walking out into the living area. There was no one there. He walked over to the door, opened it and looked out into the hallway, no one in sight. He quietly closed the door and walked back into the room, Gretchen was shaking, she was full of fear.

Seb’s cell dinged, letting him know there was a text message. He picked up the phone, read the text, his eyes went wide. He slowly sat on the edge of the bed, dropping his head to hands. The cell phone was sitting beside him on the bed, Gretchen picked it up and read the text herself, “Your door was open, I closed it for you!” The text was from Chris.

Seb got up, grabbed his shirt from the floor and pulled it on, “Seb, where are you going?” Gretchen asked as he began to put on his shoes and grabbed his wallet and hotel key.

“I think I need to go down there and talk to him about this,” his voice was firm, although Gretchen knew he had to be a little scared. He walked back over to the bed, leaned over and kissed her gently, “I’ll be back shortly, I promise.”

“He saw us, you know he did, right? He probably stood in the door and watched us,” she was starting to hyperventilate at the thought.

Seb sat back on the bed, put his hands on her shoulders, “I don’t think he did, if he had, I think he probably would have come in here and beat the hell out of me.” He let a smile form on his lips, trying to break the seriousness of the situation, “I’m going to go come clean with him, something I should have done a long time ago. Don’t worry, it’ll be alright,” he kissed her forehead and then stood up and exited the room.

Seb walked down the hall to Chris’ room, it was a few doors down, but it felt like he was walking a mile down the road. He stopped in front of the door, took a deep breath and then knocked. The door flew open, Chris stood there leaning against the door jamb. Seb could see the storm brewing in Chris’ ocean blue eyes; the pain and anger boiling over.

“What do you want Seb?”

“I think we need to talk, Chris.”

“It’s a little late for that, don’t you think?”

“No, I don’t. There is quite a bit that needs to be said. So, can I come in?”

Chris stepped to the side, allowing Sebastian to walk in. As soon as he is in the room, Chris shuts the door and decides to unleash his anger. “So, you didn’t have the decency to tell me? I thought we were friends, man?”

“We are, Chris. I’ve been struggling with this, hell, I turned her down when she first asked me out. I didn’t want to jeopardize our friendship.”

“Seriously, she asked you out? Well, not what I expected. But still, you didn’t think, in all the times we have been talking and hanging out to say, hey I’m fucking your ex-girlfriend?”

“It isn’t something so easy to bring up in casual conversation, Evans,” he started to pace because he was nervous, “You were dating, you moved on, Gretchen and I were hanging out and it just sort of happened organically. I swear to you, I wasn’t trying to hurt our friendship. I still don’t want to.”

“Little late for that,” and with those words, Chris let loose of a punch that connected with Sebastian’s jaw, knocking him to the ground. Luckily enough, when he fell, he didn’t hit anything. Seb instinctively put his right hand to his left jaw and began to rub it, trying to get the sting out.

Seb pulled himself up off the floor, he glared at Chris for a minute and then shook his head, “I’m not going to fight you, Chris. I’m not returning the punch, and I’m sure in the hell not going to apologize for falling in love with her. I don’t want to lose you as my friend, Chris, I really don’t. But you’ve already punched me so I might as well say my peace. You had a chance to get her back, you didn’t do a damn thing about it. Instead, you moped around about it instead of getting off your ass and calling her and trying to set things right. She was miserable without you and you didn’t give a shit.”

“Fuck you, Sebastian! You don’t know shit about what went on between the two of us.”

“You’re right, I don’t because she doesn’t talk about it. I just know that you want to be pissed off at me because I’m dating her. Look in the damn mirror, be pissed at yourself for being a coward,” Sebastian was sure that another punch would land for that one, but to his surprise it didn’t.

While he didn’t throw a punch, the rage on Chris’ face was clearly evident. His face was red, and when Seb looked down, he saw Chris’ fists were clenched; he was restraining himself from throwing a punch, it was clear. “You are fucking out of line, Stan. Standing there like a fucking prince, not doing a damn thing wrong. It’s taking all my self-control not to take you down.”

“Yeah, I know you want to hit me. I also know your holding back. I’ll admit I didn’t handle this correctly. I should have come clean in the beginning, I should have told you I was seeing her. I’m sorry for that, I truly am.” Seb took a deep breath, letting it out and trying to maintain his composure, “We’re friends, man, I owed you that.”

No other words were spoken, the two men just stared at each other. The silence was awkward, to say the least. Sebastian turned and began to walk towards the door. He waited for a beat, giving Chris an opportunity to say something, but he didn’t. He turned the handle, opened the door and walked out. He cleared the threshold when he was jolted by the sound of the door slamming behind him. He couldn’t help but flinch at the sound, it was loud, and the echo boomed down the corridor. The door closed so forcefully the pictures in the hallway rattled. Hell Seb was pretty sure that every picture down the entire length of the hall shook. It even made his jaw hurt! The throbbing in his jaw was starting to get worse, he needed a couple of ibuprofen to ward off the discomfort. He held his hand to his jaw as he began to walk away.

As he left, Gretchen came out of their room and started running down the hall, he put his hand down as to not draw attention to his jaw. She threw her arms around his neck, “Are you okay? I heard the door slam, and it scared me,” as she pulled back from her embrace she noticed the markings on his jawline and tentatively ran her fingers over it. “What happened? Did he hit you?”

Seb didn’t answer immediately, he grabbed her hand away from his jaw, “It’s nothing for you to worry about, babe, I promise.”

“Chris hit you, for the love of God, Sebastian! Did you hit him back? Please, tell me you did?”

“Look, it’s nothing, tempers flared momentarily, but it is okay. No, I didn’t hit him back, it wouldn’t have solved anything.”
He could see the fire in her eyes, and she began to march toward Chris’ door. Seb grabbed her around the waist and spun her back around, “No, you aren’t going over there to give him a piece of your mind. I can tell that is what you were thinking, Gretchen, but no! Look, we’re working this out, so stop.”

“He can’t just hit you,” she was getting worked up now, the anger welling up inside of her, “We need to at least talk this out.”

“You’re mad, talking is not what you would do! Yelling that is what you would do,” he said with a slight laugh, “We don’t need more of that. So, here, go back to the room and I’ll be there in a minute, okay?”

“Why aren’t you walking back with me?”

“Because, I’m hoping Chris will talk to me one more time,” he kissed her softly on the forehead, “Go on, baby, I’ll be there in a few minutes, I promise.”

Gretchen wasn’t happy with his decision to send her back to the room. She wanted to confront Chris, give him a piece of her mind and defend Sebastian. But, she wasn’t going to fight with him, she just did as he asked.

Chris stood at the door, angry that he was so worked up. Seb knew he was mad, even called him out on it. He shouldn’t have hit him, he regretted it, but the rage had come out and had to go somewhere. He was even more incensed because Sebastian was right; he could have picked up the phone and tried to reconcile with Gretchen, and he never did. How can he be mad that she moved on when that is what he did? Fuck, he was a piece of shit! And he wanted to be angry because Seb didn’t tell him? Would he have done the same if the roles were reversed? Probably not, he had, to be honest.

He quietly opened the door, peeking out into the hallway just as Sebastian was kissing Gretchen before sending her back to their room. He had to admit that it felt like a gut punch to see that. He still had feelings for her, even if he didn’t act on them and do anything to win her back, he did have feelings for her. If there were any part of him that felt that she wasn’t happy, he would try to reclaim her, and he wanted Sebastian to know that.

Sebastian heard the click of the door, his blood ran cold. He knew that meant Chris was coming out of his room and with him being so angry, he had no idea what he might do. Chris took a few steps from his door, it closed softly behind him; he cleared his throat, “Seb, just answer me a question, will you?” Sebastian stopped and turned to face him, without a word, but waiting for the question to be asked, “Is she happy? I mean are you both happy?”

Sebastian looked at him, taken off guard by the question, “Yeah, we’re happy, at least she tells me she’s happy. That’s all I’m worried about, you know?”

“Yeah, I get it. You know that happiness is hard won,” Chris let out a heavy sigh, it was if he was struggling with the weight of it all.
“I know, it isn’t easy to find happiness, I feel like I got really lucky.”

“You did, man,” Chris slammed his hands into the pockets of his jeans and looked down at the floor, he struggling with how to say this, “Seb, look, I’m..”

Sebastian cut him off, “It’s okay, Chris, I know.”

“No, I have to say it. I feel horrible for what happened, I don’t care how mad I was, dude, I shouldn’t have decked you.”

“I’m just glad you didn’t hit me as hard as you could have, so thanks for that!” Sebastian said with a laugh.

Chris joined him in the laugh, “I didn’t want Marvel after my ass for messing up your face.”

Seb pulled Chris into an embrace, “Water under the bridge, Chris. We won’t speak about it again, and as far as anyone is concerned, I’m a little clumsy and ran into the door in the middle of the night. Either that or I can just say that sex with my girlfriend got a little out of hand!”

The two men were laughing, slapping each other’s back and acting as if nothing had ever been out of joint between them. They did not notice Gretchen standing in the doorway, down the hall, watching them carefully. She was able to breathe a sigh of relief when she realized they were able to work out their differences and clear the air. She felt as if all was right in the world when she heard Seb tell Chris good night, and Chris responded with “Night, bro!”

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