Between Friends

NOTE: Okay, so, I know that Sebastian's parents are divorced and he has or did have a step-dad. I don't know anything else, so I'm using the last name 'Stan' and I'm making up their first names.

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A week later, Sebastian's parents flew out and arrived on Saturday afternoon. Sebastian went to meet them at the airport and get them squared away with a rental car and hotel for their week-long stay.

You, Chris and Sharon waited at the house. You were all in the living room, watching some random movie that was on TV. You were still a little nervous to see them for the first time as their son's girlfriend and you really didn't know if the whole pregnancy loss situation would make things awkward and by how much. So, when Sebastian asked you if you wanted to come along to welcome them at the airport, you declined. He understood; you'd rather be in fimiliar territory to calm your nerves.

Chris and Sharon were cuddling on the couch, but something seemed off with them. You glanced over at them every once in a while from your spot on the love seat. They just didn't seem as relaxed with each other as they used to be. Chris was more rigid around her now. And she was a bit more quiet than usual, though it probably wouldn't be noticeable to the casual observer. They had been going out for quite some time now; probably just the usual shift into disagreements and some incompatibilities that came for some couples after time.

When you heard loud talking outside the door, coming up the steps, your heart jumped into your throat. Chris sat up and switched off the TV and the door opened. You all stood and Chris headed to the door. Sebastian's mom stepped in first, his dad, then Sebastian filing in last, closing the door behind him, a rush of cool air coming in with them all. You were smiling nervously.

"Hey, mom!", Chris beamed giving her a big hug.

"Hi, puddin'!", she gave his cheek a couple affectionate, but forceful, motherly smacks as he squeezed his eyes shut and laughed.

Chris moved on to greet and hug Seb's dad.

Sebastian came to you, smiled and spoke quietly as he took your hand, "Hey." He began to lead you around the love seat while he leaned in close to your ear and whispered, "Relax, baby, everything's fine."

Chris went to fetch Sharon from in front of the couch and introduce her when Sebastian approached his parents with you in tow.

"Hello, my lovely girl...", his mother smiled, warmly, showing just a touch of sympathy.

"Hi, Mrs. Stan.", you smiled shyly as she took you in her arms.

"I'm so glad we could come see you.", she said softly, pulling back. "And call me Gloria. Or,", she tilted her head, her blue eyes, twinkling, "if you're comfortable with it, you can call me mom."

You glanced at Sebastian for a beat, smiling a little bigger. He was positively beaming with pride.

You looked back to his mom, "Okay. Thank you."

"Such a pretty girl.", she said under her breath as she touched your cheek and then she turned her attention to Chris and Sharon.

You said hello to Sebastian's dad and he hugged you up, "Hello, dear. So good to see you again!" He released you, his hand on your arms while he smiled down at you, "How have you been?"

You nodded and grinned slightly, starting to feel a little more comfortable, "I've been well, thank you."

"She's so prim and proper.", he raised his eyebrows and looked to his son who laughed, then spoke.

"Just wait until she gets a few beers in her; she gets pretty funny."

His dad's eyebrows, shot up, "Oh? We'll have to make that happen, then.", he winked at you. A charmer. Now you see where Sebastian learned it from. "You can call me Harry... Or dad.", he smiled.

You laughed a little, "Okay."

He released your arms and greeted Sharon, when Chris introduced her.

After all the formalities were out of the way. You all headed to dinner.

When the six of you returned to the house, Sebastian went out back, with his Dad following, to start a fire so everyone could relax and have a few drinks before his parents left for the night. Sharon was really tired since she had just finished a long shift before coming over, so Chris walked her out to her car. He almost always spent nights at Sharon's anymore, so he would go over to her place for the night after visiting with Seb's parents for a while.

You were in the kitchen with Gloria. She was standing at the edge of the island, watching as you got out different kinds of alcoholic glasses and bottles of liquor. You were feeling a lot more comfortable with Seb's parents by the time dinner was over.

"I make a pretty mean mojito if you'd like one.", you grinned at her.

She was adjusting her bracelet, when her eyebrows shot up, "Ooh, that sounds good! Yes! Thank you." She watched your preparation for a moment. "(Y/N)?"

"Yes, ma'am?", you kept your gaze on the lime you were cutting.

She giggled, "Stop that. Gloria or mom."

You chuckled, "Sorry."

She stepped next you and put a light hand on your arm, "I want you to know how sorry I am for your loss."

You stopped, your eyes still focused on the bright green fruit on the cutting board. You took a breath, the tears pushing behind your eyes, but not escaping.

Her face became sympathetic, "When Sebastian told me about it, my heart broke... For both of you."

You put down the knife and turned to her, frowning and pressing your lips together to keep from crying, "Thank you."

She continued, looking you straight in the eyes, "And my darling girl, I also want you to know that I can see how much you and my son love each other. He never stops gushing about you when we talk.", you smiled softly, this time the tears came in a swell of happiness from her words. "I can tell you're good for each other. And if you ever need someone to talk to or just want to say hi, please don't hesitate to call."

You nodded, then she hugged you, "Thank you, Gloria."

Chris came in as you pulled back and wiped one of your eyes to rid them of their wetness. He stood near you and Gloria, dipping his head down to see you better, "You okay, hon."

"Yeah.", you replied.

Sebastian and his dad came in from the back just as you were wiping your other eye.

"Mom,", he strode up the couple steps and across the kitchen to you, "why are you making my baby doll cry?", he half teased, wrapping his arms around you from behind as he turned and tilted his head down to kiss your cheek.

You gave his arm a pat and chuckled, "She's fine, Seb."

You finished fixing Gloria's drink as everyone chattered. Sebastian, his parents and Chris were all like a tight knit family; teasing each other, laughing like crazy, reliving stories and jokes. The room felt warm with familiarity.

You hoped that one day you could join the inside loop of this little tribe and have your own stories and jokes to share with them time and time again. The thought made you smile.

Everyone else was having beer, so Sebastian started pulling them out of the fridge and handing them out. You all wandered out back to sit in the chairs around the fire. You took a seat on Sebastian's lap.

After a few drinks for everyone, the conversation came to embarrassing moments. Harry said his was when he worked in a shake shop as a teen and spilled a shake all over a girl he fancied. Gloria said her most embarrassing moment was coming out of the restroom in church with the back of her dress tucked up in her pantyhose. You all howled laughing at that. You said yours was in the second grade. You were trying to impress the new girl in your class and did the splits, ripping a hole in the rear of your jeans. You told about how you took scotch tape into the bathroom and tried to fix it, but eventually you had to walk to the office with your hand over your butt to call your mom to bring you new pants. That gave everyone a good laugh. Chris said his was probably when his friend walked in on him having sex in college.

"Christopher!", Gloria scolded.

"What? Just telling the truth."

Everyone chuckled.

"What's yours, honey?", you asked Sebastian.

He shook his head, "Nah, I don't have one."

You squinted at him as Chris piped up, "I bet I know what it is." He quirked an eyebrow at Sebastian.

Sebastian shot him a look and pointed with the hand holding his beer, "Don't."

"Come on.", you goaded. You poked him and he jumped, so you started tickling his ribs, giggling.

He yelled out and started laughing, "Hey! Ah!" He put his beer down on the grass next to the low chair, "Oh, you wanna play, huh?" He started tickling you back as you squirmed and squeaked.

Everyone was chuckling at the two of you.

Beer still in hand and trying uselessly to defend yourself, you shouted, "Seb! I don't wanna spill my beer!"

Right on queue, Chris stood, took a step, and took your beer from your hand, "Oh, I can help with that."

You protested, "Hey! That was my safety net!" You screeched as Seb's assault intensified.

Sebastian laughed, "Thanks, Chris."

"Okay! Okay! You win!", you shouted breathlessly.

He stopped, rested his hand on your thigh, grabbing his beer again. He grinned up at you and you gave him a kiss. You looked at Chris, "Can I have my beer back, please?"

He chuckled and handed it back, "You two are like a couple of teenagers."

"Thank you.", you replied sweetly and glanced at Gloria, she was beaming at you.

You accepted that Sebastian didn't want to share his embarrassing moment, so you dropped it. No one else prodded him about it, maybe because they all knew it? Everyone else started talking again.

Sebastian pulled you to him gently with a hand at the back of your neck, his lips close to your ear as he whispered, "You're gonna get it for that."

"Get what?", you whispered back, wondering.

He stroked a thumb over your thigh covertly in the dark. He whispered so quietly, you barely heard his words over the other voices and the crackling of the fire, "Two weeks is up, doll. I'm gonna fuck you until you're screaming tonight."

You felt a flutter in your lower belly as you took a deep breath and did your best to hide your reaction. You looked at him and he was smiling. Just a regular old smile. No hint of lust, desire or devious plans behind it; the perfect poker face. That smug bastard. You just pressed your lips together and smiled, turning your attention to the conversation again. Your hand was resting at the back of his neck and slid slowly up into the hair at the nape of his neck while you kept listening to the others talking. You gripped a fistful of hair slowly, close to his scalp, causing it to pull tightly. Your attention and expression were still engaged in what the others were saying.

You pulling on his hair like that made him think about going down on you. He cleared his throat and shifted after you felt his length twitch against the back of your thigh.

Him clearing his throat caught the attention of the others. His dad spoke up, "You don't agree with that?", he referenced what Gloria had just said.

Sebastian had no idea what was just said, "Oh. No. I just had a tickle in my throat." He took a drink of his beer as the conversation resumed. Then he cocked an eyebrow and mouthed to you with a nearly inaudible whisper behind it, "You're in big trouble, miss."

You just smirked.

Chris left shortly after and Sebastian's parents left about 30 minutes later. Not even a moment after they drove away down the street, Sebastian kept his word. At some point during the night, he had sneaked to his room and put a condom in his jeans pocket so he could lick you and then fuck you as soon as everyone was gone; right there, at the front door. He held you up against the door, your legs wrapped around his waist. Your pleasured cries filled the empty house while he pounded into you relentlessly and said the most deliciously filthy things in your ear until you were, in fact, screaming his name.

He gave you four orgasms in total over the course of that night as he also took you bent over the kitchen table and again in his shower.

Once you were both a panting tangle of weak body parts under the running water, he started to wash you up while you talked about anything and everything.

He was gliding a soapy washcloth over your back when you asked, "So what was your embarrassing moment?"

He sighed, "It's stupid. You don't want to hear it."

You turned and chuckled softly, taking the washcloth from him and gently washing his chest and shoulders, "Honey, I'm not going to judge you. It's good to share this kind of stuff. So people know they aren't alone in their emotions... Even embarrassment."

He clenched his jaw and hitched his mouth to one side. You were always able to convince him. He sighed, as you continued down his arms with the bubbly cloth, his hands at your waist when he spoke, "In middle school, I went to ask a girl out and I was so nervous, I threw up."

You almost laughed, but opted for a warm smile instead, "That's sweet. I mean, that you liked her so much that it made you that nervous. That's not so bad, honey." You gave him a light kiss, "Plus, you're quite the confident man now. My man.", you gently gripped his shaft with the soapy washcloth and he moaned softly.

He closed his eyes and melted into your stroking touch, "Yes, baby. All yours."