#6: UNDER THE TABLE

"Sit." Addison commanded, pointing at her bed. He shuffled over, dropping down on the mattress where, for the first time, they weren't fucking. She followed him, wrapping the pink velvet sash around his neck.

"You have to look perfect," she scolded and she went about tying his bow tie. "Everyone there is fucking perfect. You wanna impress? Conform."

"My hair is currently bright green."

"But that's for football! You need to look perfect, act perfect, and be perfect. If your tie is a mess they'll know it's all fake. They'll see right through you!"

Zed grunted when she choked him momentarily, hands circling her wrists. "Geez, Addy, don't kill me," he grumbled.

"Sorry I just—very, very stressed."

Zed watched her mutter something under her breath, folding and knotting his tie like a pro. His hands lingered on her wrists and she finished, leaving her hands around his neck.

"This is gonna work, don't stress about it," he whispered. "We'll trick your parents, then we'll do a victory lap. I mean fuck. A victory fuck."

She snorted. "You're crazy, man, but if we pull this off then I can guarantee that one of us will be out of a mattress."

"You, 'cause you don't share a room with someone."

She nodded, smiling. "That works. Yeah." She was still nervous, still biting her lip and playing with her fingers. Nerves would give them away in a heartbeat. Then she'd be gone and his life could be over and—neither of them needed that.

"Addy, you gotta relax," Zed told her.

"I can't. I don't want to, like, have to leave…cheer and school and Bree and you. Fuck, if this doesn't work—"

"It's gonna work," Zed assured her. "It has to. But, it won't if you're nervous and shaking and give it away."

She pouted. "I can't help it!"

"Well…" He trailed his hands up her arms, pulling her attention. "What if I could get your mind off of it?"

She sighed and rolled her eyes. "I can't ruin my makeup, or smell like sex. Plus I'll go right back to thinking about it once we're done."

"Not like that," he said. She raised a curious eyebrow. "So, I got you a little gift. That I was going to show you tonight, for class tomorrow. It's a little thing I was thinking we could try out. And, it could keep your mind off of your parents—"

"What is it?"

"It's a vibrator," he explained. "That…has a remote. It's a remote control vibrator. Then tonight, you'll get little itty bits of pleasure, and when I see you're starting to freak out, just amp it up a bit, get your mind off of your parents. If you want."

"A…vibrator?"

Zed nodded. "I won't, like torture you with it, I swear. But, a little pleasure will get you to relax, I think." He paused. "You can always say no, too."

"No," she said. "This might be the last time I get to see you. Let's do this."

They hadn't even pulled out of the dorm lot. Addison was pulling on the end of her pretty, dusty pink skirt, her legs bouncing. Zed rolled his eyes, grabbing the remote from the cup holder. Addison jumped at his movement, eyes darting to his face. They stared at each other for a solid three seconds. Zed presses the first button and Addison's eyes widened, her body jolting at the sudden, slow, and soft vibrations.

"Okay, good distraction," she muttered. Her eyes fluttered closed and she leaned back against her seat. "Really good."

Zed chuckled and put it in the cup holder, starting the engine. "You're not gonna turn it off?" Addison asked.

"No."

"Zed, Zed," Addison whined. "Slow down. Speedometers everywhere."

Zed glanced at her, entertained. They had gotten on the highway and Zed had upped the vibrator to its second setting. And, to make it all the more torturous, he'd told her she couldn't touch herself. He was fairly sure she didn't want him to slow down driving but wanted him to slow down the vibrator.

He reached into the cup holder and picked up the remote, ghosting his thumb over the first button. Addison let out a little whimper and Zed couldn't help but smirk. He was tempted to put it up instead of down, taking it up to four or maybe even five. But she didn't deserve that. Not yet at least.

"I didn't think your perfect town really needed cops," he teased.

"Oh, they're just looking for speeding hoodlums like you."

"You're saying way too many words to have a vibrator sitting in your pussy."

"It's not…unbearable."

Zed raised an eyebrow. Maybe she did deserve it. His thumb jumped to the 4, pressing down on it. Addison squeaked, jumping in her seat. She pressed her knees together and squeezed her eyes shut, bouncing in her seat. "Zed…Zed," she moaned. "Pl-please. I-I didn't—Oh fuck." She gripped his arm and the door handle.

Zed glanced at the GPS, making sure they were still at least ten minutes out. He glanced at Addison, grinning to himself, then sped it up to six. She shrieked, her nails digging into his arm, followed by a string of curses.

"Stopstopstopstop. Peaches! Fuck!"

Zed turned it off and glanced at her worriedly. He'd nearly forgotten their safe word, neither of them ever used it. But now she was and he fucked up. Her face was all red and she was even sweating a little. Her grip on his arm hadn't let up but he deserved it. "Sorry," he said. "I wasn't gonna but I just—sorry."

"I'm good," she breathed. "I'm—fuck. That was just—l…"

"I won't play around at dinner," he promised.

She hummed, slumping back in her chair. "I need to cum," she muttered.

"We're almost at your parents'," Zed pointed out.

"I know," she whined. "I need to calm down. I really want your dick."

Zed forced his gaze to the road, humming in response. Think happy, non-sexual thoughts. He couldn't show up with an erection to meet her parents. "Later," he promised her.

"We're gonna get there and I'm gonna sneak off to the bathroom and masturbate," she told him.

"Did you know," he said suddenly, trying to change the topic rapidly. "I have a little sister. Yeah, she's turning thirteen next week, and for her birthday, I sent her a giant cut out of me since I can't be home."

Addison laughed, sitting up. "Okay? That was random."

"You know, just missing my family and shit," he lied. "You know she has green hair too."

"I thought it was a football thing?"

Zed smiled. "She's a big fan. I wish she could come to some of my games. She'd go wild—she loves cheer more than anything too, so she'd definitely love you."

"Why are we talking about your little sister?"

"Because we are…here." Zed paused, pulling into the driveway of the two-story house that was nearly identical to every house in the cul-de-sac. They all had cut lawns and potted flowers and little beamers or whatever the hell that car was called. It was creepily perfect.

Addison sighed. "Home sweet home," she muttered. She looked at him and forced a smile. "You ready? You can still run away."

"I already bought the flowers."

Addison giggled. Zed shut off the engine and jumped out of the car, running around the front and pulling open Addison's door. She laughed more. "You're such a dork," she said, letting him help her out of the car.

He just rolled his eyes, reaching into the backseat and grabbing the bouquet of pink tulips Addison had specified he got for her mom. He also slipped his remote into the pocket of his slacks, then shut the door.

Addison was waiting for him and took his hand, the two of them walking up the porch steps. Zed locked his car while Addison knocked, the sound rattling his every nerve. He was actually doing this. He was pretending to be Addison's boyfriend and he was going to meet her parents. Shit fuck.

The door opened, giving him no time to truly panic. Addison's parents stood in the doorway; her mother, Mayor Missy Davis—dressed in a similar pink to what Zed and Addison were wearing, blonde hair curling around her shoulders—smiled at them, though her father, also in a pink suit, his badge visible, gave them a thin-lipped frown.

"Addison! Sweetie! It's so good to see you!" her mother exclaimed, smiling brightly at her daughter.

Addison smiled too. "Hi Mom," she greeted. "Hi Daddy. This—" she motioned beside her, "is Zed. My boyfriend."

They turned their eyes on him and Zed smiled. He held out the flowers toward Addison's mother. "These are for you, Mayor Davis. It's very nice to meet you." Zed said.

She gasped and took the flowers from him. "Oh these are lovely, Zed," she said. "But it's actually Mayor Wells."

"Because strong independent women don't need to take their husband's last names," Addison recited with a forced smile.

Zed forced down his surprise and fear, keeping up his smile. That was all super weird, like how they were all wearing the same awful shade of pink that didn't compliment his green hair at all.

"Well, Mayor Wells, it's still nice to meet you," he said. He turned his smile to Addison's father who was still glowering at him. "And you too, Sir."

Dale held out a hand that Zed shook, the same way he did with his coaches and recruiters. A strong, firm shake. "Dale Davis, Chief of police," Dale introduced. "Good to meet you, Son."

Zed grinned and let go of his hand. "Come in, it's freezing out there," Mayor Missy said, stepping to the side to let them step in. Addison led Zed inside.

Zed felt her parents' eyes on him as they closed the door. "Your pants…is this a new style?" Mayor Missy inquired.

Zed chuckled, turning around to them. "No, it's just a little tough getting pants to fit the waist and the leg. The pains of being six-four."

Addison's hands snaked around his waist. "It looks very cute though," she said with a smile, a very flirty smile that had his heart racing. It was just an act, though. He just needed to keep reminding himself that.

He smiled at her, ducking his head down and planting a kiss to the top of her head. Addison looked at her parents and asked, "Is dinner ready?"

"In just a few," Mayor Missy said.

"I'll give Zed a tour while we wait," Addison offered before she could get roped into anything. "Come on."

She pulled him to the staircase and walked ahead of him. She muttered something under her breath, dragging him up the stairs and away from her parents. Once they were on the second floor, she rushed down the hallway to the end, pushing open a large white door and slipping inside.

"Oh god," she muttered, quietly shutting the door. She leaned back against it and breathed. "That was—I wanna go home."

Zed raised an eyebrow. "I thought it went well."

"It went too well!"

Zed laughed. "You stress too much, Addison. Everything will be fine!"

She looked up at him and pouted. Zed stepped toward her and pulled her into his chest. She sighed and nuzzled into him. "We've got this, Addison," he told her. "Just trust me."

She nodded and lifted her head. "Yes. Okay." Then she stared, as if waiting for Zed to say something. After a silent few seconds, she glanced back towards the door just as it was opening, her mother popping a head in.

"Hi again," Mayor Missy chirped. "Just wanted to let you two know dinner is ready in two."

"Yes Mom," Addison said. "We'll be down in a minute. I was just showing Zeddy my first place award for the national cheer championship."

Zed raised an eyebrow, glancing around the room. The room was lined with awards and pictures—it was actually a trophy room. How about that?

"Oh which one?" Mayor Missy asked.

"Two thousand and eight, the first one," Addison said. Zed furrowed his brows. She had to be, like, eight then. And that was her first national cheer championship.

Mayor Missy looked at Zed and smiled. "That's a good one. We'll show you the video after dinner."

Zed gave her a smile. "I look forward to it."

Mayor Missy giggled and left, closing the door. Addison wiggled out of his arms and sighed, straightening her skirt. "If we don't go now, my dad will come up and be much less polite," she told him.

Zed nodded. "Okay, just—you won your first cheer championship when you were eight."

"I was seven," Addison corrected. "It was January. And it's still a team sport."

"Still that's…wow."

Addison gave him a tired smile. She stood on her toes and leaned toward his ear, whispering, "You should turn on the vibrator, I could really use it."

Zed chuckled and reached into his pocket. Addison giggled and grabbed the door handle, opening it for them while he put it on its lowest setting. She grinned back at him, grabbing his hand and leading him back down the stairs.

Zed had turned it off the second they got to the table. Her parents sat on one side while he and Addison sat on the other. Mayor Missy first served salad. They didn't talk about anything of substance, just where Zed was from and what classes he took, how football is going, if he thinks the team will do any good past their seasonal games. When Mayor Missy served up the main course—mixed rice and veggies and some meat that was juicy and delicious—and they had eaten a good quarter of the food, the questions started coming in.

"So," Missy asked. "How did this all happen? I want all the juicy details."

Zed bit his lip to keep from laughing. She didn't want them, at least the real juicy details.

"We just had a lot of classes together," Zed answered. "We started having study dates in the library—working on essays together and doing math proofs. And then, well, we just kinda clicked."

In the corner of his eye, he noticed Addison pause with her fork halfway to her mouth, pink dusting her cheeks. It was probably just from the vibrator sitting stationary in her pussy, her soaked panties sending dirty thoughts through her mind. It most definitely wasn't because he was shamelessly flirting with his fake girlfriend.

Zed smiled though, reaching under the table and linking their fingers together, resting it between their plates. "It was kind of like magic, honestly," he went on. "She's amazing."

She blushed harder, ducking her head down. "Zed," she whispered, unsure of what to say. Her eyes darted to his face, blue orbs looking at him through thick lashes. His breath caught in his throat because holy fuck, that was sexier and more beautiful than any look she'd ever given him. Ever.

Missy's voice broke through Zed's heartstopping moment. "How very sweet," she gushed. Zed nodded, pulling his eyes from Addison. Was that…a moment? Like, a romantic moment? No, it couldn't have been. Fuckbuddies didn't have romantic moments.

"What was your first date like?" Missy asked.

"We went on a picnic," Addison said with a smile. "It was very cute and sweet. He took me to the quad, and the sun was setting. And he made the best grilled cheese."

Zed laughed. "You're too nice, Addy."

Dale grunted and Zed glanced at him. He looked angry, like he was going to put Zed through a ringer. He probably was.

"Is that all he's good at, Dear?"

That was definitely an underhanded way of asking if they were fucking, right? What else could it mean? What else did he want to know?

Addison smiled at her father. "He's practically amazing at everything, Daddy," she gushed. "He makes me dinner, we do homework together. And he's amazing on the football field."

"Addy, I'm not—"

Missy interrupted him before he could even try to be humble. "You never did tell us what position you play."

"He's all over the field," Addison answered. "Offense, defense, the works."

Both her parents looked at him in shock and he chuckled nervously. "Not all over," he said. "I can play any position, but I mostly stick to fullback, or running back. Sometimes I'll go in as a quarterback, but that's rare."

"He's the only sophomore that gets so much playing time," Addison added.

Her parents raised an eyebrow at him and he just blushed and nodded. "It's not a big deal—"

"It's huge," Addison gushed. "They don't call you the Zombie for nothing."

"Well you're an amazing athlete too," he countered. "Beyond amazing, phenomenal. I had no idea you'd been cheering for so long."

Addison giggled and elbowed him. "Seriously, Addy," he went on. "You're amazing."

He couldn't help himself and leaned over, pressing a kiss to her cheek. Like a boyfriend would do.

"You said you have a game this week?" Missy asked.

Zed turned his attention back to her parents and nodded. "On Friday, yeah."

"Well we shouldn't keep you two very long then," Missy said, a playful smile on her lips. "Wouldn't want you to be too exhausted for practice tomorrow."

Addison smiled at them tightly, her grip on his hand tensing ever so slightly. "Of course not," she agreed.

Everything had gotten tense, out of nowhere. Missy and Dale both watching them with such forced smiles. There had to be something he was missing, some weird family thing he didn't quite understand.

Addison released his hand and pushed her plate forward, just before her mother said, "I noticed your top is a tiny bit tight. You might want to skip out on the mashed potatoes."

Zed's brows jumped in surprise. That was…kind of rude right? Addison blushed and stiffened, her eyes falling to the edge of the table, and yeah, it was definitely rude. But she just whispered, "Of course, Mom," as if it were all fine.

"So, Zed," Dale said, pulling his attention away from the ladies. "How long have you been playing football?"

"Oh, since I was like…ten, maybe?" Zed answered. "My friend found an old ball that we got into throwing around."

Dale said something, definitely about football that Zed barely heard. Missy was whispering to Addison, and the next second Addison stood and left the table, rushing off somewhere else. He watched her leave, his eyebrows twisting with worry.

"Addison…?"

Zed looked back at her parents, who had just shrugged it off. Was this normal? Her parents being so openly rude and her just…taking it?

"I'll be right back," he muttered, standing and leaving the table in a hurry.

He went where Addison had, walking through the door and into the kitchen. The door swung shut and Addison looked up from where she was leaning against the counter. She watched him cross the room until he was standing directly in front of her.

"Is everything okay?" he whispered.

She looked up at him and nodded, trying for a smile that he just knew was fake. He sighed. There was no way she'd be honest with him. He was just some guy in her building that she was fucking, who was pretending to be her boyfriend for her rude ass parents. So why did that make his chest hurt?

"It's fine," she told him. "Just gonna…" She looked away from him, her fingers fidgeting. "It's fine, really Zed."

He raised an eyebrow at her. "It's not fine, Addison," he argued. "She was so rude to you."

"She's just looking out for me," she explained. "It's not their fault. I'm a flyer, and it's kinda hard on the bases if I'm…" She rubbed her arm and muttered, "heavy."

"What? Addison, you're not—"

She looked up at him and whispered, "It's not as simple as you think, okay? You need to be big and strong to play football. I need to be small and light otherwise I—I can't cheer." She took a shaky breath that had Zed frowning; she was edging closer and closer to panic, and he wasn't quite sure why or what he could do. "Bucky will bench me, my parents will cut me off, I-I'll be a disgrace and—" Her voice cracked, her eyes falling to the ground. "it's just really important to me to not be so fucking fat, okay?"

Addison looked up at him again, her eyes brimmed with tears. "Please just leave me alone and charm the crap out of them so we can leave. Please."

Neither of them move for several seconds. Addison's eyes plead with him, beg him to just leave so she can be at peace. But for the first time, he saw her, really saw her for who she was. A model of perfection, a fresh coat of paint on the outside, cracks and chips on the inside, slowly breaking down. How had he not noticed? How had he missed the signs this whole time?

Zed wrapped his arms around her slowly, pulling her into his chest while sandwiching her between him and the counter. His cheek rested on top of her hair. Ever so slowly, her hands clenched his shirt, her head nestling into him. And she cried, soft sniffles and barely heard sobs that hit his ears at full force because it was Addison and she was crying.

"I'm sorry," she quietly cried.

His chest ached, and he held her, trying to give her some sense of security, something. He wanted to tell her it was okay, but he knew it wasn't. None of what happened just then was okay. How many times had it happened throughout her life?

"I-I'm such a mess. I'm so sorry," she cried.

He paused, his stomach turning in the worst way possible. She was the furthest thing from a mess. She deserved better than her horrible parents, her nosy cousin, all of it. She was…perfect.

Zed pulled away from her, gently, then lifted her chin so she could look up at him. "No you're not," he stated firmly. "You're…beautiful and strong and amazing and—and absolutely perfect. And anyone who thinks differently is an absolute idiot."

"Zed…"

"Do you wanna get out of here?"

"We can't ditch, they'll know something's up."

Zed pressed a kiss to her forehead. "You go get cleaned up, okay? I'll worry about the excuse."

She nodded, still unsure, but left the kitchen, heading to the bathroom. Zed pulled out his phone, sending a quick, desperate text to Eliza, then went back out to the dining room with a forced smile on his face. He retook his seat like nothing had happened, pushing down the anger that bubbles up when her parents both smiled at him.

"Is everything alright?" Missy asked, as if she hadn't just shit-talked her own daughter.

"Everything's fine," he lied. "Just…helping Addison. Or, well, offering my help, though we all know she doesn't need it."

He didn't even really understand what he was saying, but her parents laughed like he'd pointed out some running joke, so he went along with him.

"If our Addy is anything, it's tough as nails," Missy said lightly. "Doesn't let anyone get her down."

"That's not true," he blurted, to both their surprise and his. He kept talking, even though he probably shouldn't have. "I mean, yeah, she's…independent and strong. But she's still a person, you know. With feelings and sh…stuff." He trailed off, internally wincing.

Her parents stared at him, stunned. He kept rambling though, trying to explain himself, and not offend them, which, in hindsight, was a very bad idea.

"I mean, there have been times, like, when I'll be talking to my sister for example. Who's like, insanely sarcastic and really quick with comebacks. And we'll just be going back and forth like it's nobody's business. But like, I might say something that I don't think is any harm but it actually is. And I didn't mean to hurt her, because I love her, I'd never wanted to make my sister cry—"

"Ooh!" both her parents said, hit with sudden realization Zed didn't understand.

Missy grinned, leaning forward on her hands. "I get what you're saying."

He didn't even get what he was saying. "You do?"

"Of course," she said. "You're in love with Addison—" Zed choked on their air, his eyes widening with surprise— "and you're afraid something you did might hurt her. But Zed, you're a sweet guy, I'm sure there's nothing you could've done to make her upset."

He didn't know what he had said or what he was trying to say, but it definitely wasn't that. He wasn't in love with her, he was just her friend. Who was pretending to date her to save both their asses. Love did not factor into that equation.

"I'm not—Why would you—I don't—"

"Addison is a very forgiving girl," Missy told him, completely ignoring his protests. "And she clearly loves you a lot."

Zed blushed. There was no way he was getting out of this now. He was too far into the misunderstanding.

"And, I hate to admit it, you're a good kid," Dale added.

Missy nodded in agreement with her husband. Zed just winced, wanting to slide down in his chair and disappear. He may have accidentally developed feelings for her, that was true. But he wouldn't go as far to say he was in love with her.

"Just talk to her, I'm sure she'll be very understanding," Missy said.

The kitchen door opened again and Addison walked back in, frowning at the people at the table. Zed blushed more, sinking lower in his chair, wanting to crawl in a hole and vanish.

"What's going on?" Addison asked as she retook her seat.

"Nothing!" Zed said, too quickly.

Addison's eyebrows jumped in surprise. She spared her parents a worried glance but kept her focus on Zed—even though he really wished she wouldn't. Her brows furrowed, turning down in a silent question.

His phone started ringing before he could bullshit an answer, both of them jumping at the sudden noise. Zed fumbled with his phone, fishing it out of his pocket—and, because everything had to go wrong all at once, he accidentally turned on the vibrator.

Addison jumped and squeaked. He practically heard it humming; sweat beaded at his forehead because her parents had to know. "Shit," he muttered, stumbling to grab the remote and answer his phone, both falling from his pocket and hitting the floor.

Addison jumped in her seat. "Zed," she warned, her voice coming out in a strangled moan.

"Sorry, sorry," he stuttered.

Eliza's name flashed on his screen. He reached for his phone, for the remote, for whatever he could grab, really. He bumped his head against the edge of the table and cursed again.

"Holy fu-u-uck…" she moaned quietly.

One of her parents asked, "Is everything okay?" but Zed couldn't focus on who.

He slid from his chair—or maybe he fell, he wasn't sure at that point—and grabbed both the remote and his phone. Addison's leg was bouncing and he swore he could hear the vibrator against the cushion of her chair. He fumbled for a second, then managed to turn it off, letting out a breath.

They were probably caught, exposed, their whole plan ruined.

His phone went silent and he cursed under his breath. He popped up from the floor, huffing. He gave her parents an apologetic smile. "Uh, sorry," he said. "I just—my friend was calling and she doesn't really call unless it's an emergency so I'm just—I'll just call her back."

Missy and Dale shared a look. "Um, okay?"

Before Zed could even call her back, she called again. He got back in his seat and answered immediately, letting out a sigh. "Hello?" He got up, walking over to the corner.

"Thanks for not answering me, Jackass," she complained. "Why do I keep trying to help you?"

He bit back a grin. Sarcasm wasn't part of the plan, no matter how much he loved riffing with her. "Is everything alright?"

"No everything is not alright, asshole. You need to get back to campus you big idiot."

"What's up?"

Eliza huffed over the line. "Gotta do all the work," she grumbled. He rolled his eyes. She had to say something that sounded urgent, even though she was probably sitting on her bed, eating. Phones were a lot louder than people thought and if there wasn't some sort of urgency, the plan would fall through. "You gotta come back to campus right now I'm…locked out. Or something."

"I'm kind of at dinner…"

"I'm locked out. Hurry up."

She hung up on him and he pretended to be frustrated and annoyed. He turned back to them, giving an apologetic smile.

"I'm sorry, but we have to head back to campus," Zed said.

Missy frowned. "Oh is everything alright?"

"Yeah, just, my friend got locked out and I have her spare key. So sorry to have to leave early."

The less they knew the better. Addison looked visibly relieved (though she was adorably red all over). Her parents tried to convince them to stay just a little bit longer, and for the next few minutes, there was a lot of back and forth. Until Zed was gently, subtly pulling Addison toward the door, adamant that they got out of there.

Zed and Addison sat in a fast-food burger place just ten minutes outside of Seabrook. They were sitting right next to each other in a booth, brown paper bags filled with junk in front of them. Neither had touched their food yet. It was a little after ten at night, yet it felt later. They leaned into each other, tired and blissful all at once, as if the night hadn't been a complete disaster.

"I mean, at least your parents liked me," Zed offered after a long time of silence.

Addison scoffed from where her head was resting on his arm. "And then you fucking turned on the vibrator."

"On accident," he reminded her.

She chuckled dryly. "Still, pretty crappy ending to an almost alright evening."

"I had fun," he said cheekily. "I got to spend the whole day with you. We don't really hang out that often."

"We hang out sometimes," she argued. "Like at the carnival. I mean, we went there to screw on the Ferris wheel and ended up just hanging out all night."

Zed laughed, shaking his head. "That was literally last night. I mean, we've been friends for like, a month now."

"With benefits."

"Yeah, and all we do is the benefits, not the friends stuff." He lifted his head to look at her. "We gotta do more friends things. I mean, you're insanely fun to hang out with!"

Addison giggled, shaking her head. "I'm really not, but fine, whatever." She picked up her milkshake, taking a slow sip, then added, "But I can't guarantee we won't end up reaping those benefits."

Zed grinned. He reached into their bag of food and pulled out the two burgers, offering one to Addison, which she denied. "I'm fine with my milkshake," she told him.

"You barely ate," he argued. "I spent all day with you so I know it's true."

She shrugged, simple and innocent. "What can I say, I'm not hungry."

Zed fixed her with a look. Aside from dinner, they'd only had a slightly heavy lunch at some steak place on campus. But even then, she hadn't eaten much. And he hadn't even noticed, not until he'd heard what her mother had said. And started imagining all the other things her parents could've told her through the years.

"Come on, just like, half," he reasoned. She didn't look amused so he gave her a pout. "For your super sweet fuckbuddy?"

She softened, ever so slightly. "But I have practice tomorrow…"

"A little bit of a burger won't hurt," he pointed out. "Plus, I'd be more concerned about your ability to walk."

She frowned deeply, her cheeks flaming pink. "That's not my fault," she grumbled. Zed chuckled quietly though; she looked really adorable, turning red, blonde hair falling out of place, all angry and shit.

"Don't worry, I'm sure your parents didn't notice," he assured her. She shot him a glare, which he ignored. "Speaking of, how was it?"

"Sitting at dinner with my parents while you fucked around with a vibrator?" she deadpanned. "It was amazing."

Zed rolled his eyes. "Seriously, Adds."

She gave him a soft smile. "It was fun." She took a sip from her shake, then whispered, "What wasn't fun was almost cumming at the dinner table."

Zed laughed. "Yeah, that's my fault."

"It's fine. The milkshake will suffice as a formal apology."

"And burger."

She pouted. "But I don't want the burger."

"Just a few bites? For me?"

She sighed, taking a burger from him. "Just a few bites?" she asked.

He smiled and nodded. "Yeah. I just—I don't want you to go to bed hungry. I know you spent all day helping me and I mean, we barely even took breaks to eat anything."

Addison hummed, unwrapping the foil. "Or you're just being pushy because of my mom."

"I mean…yeah," he admitted. "I won't ask if you don't want me to. I can respect your privacy or whatever. But…it just doesn't sit right with me. Knowing that, that your mom says shit like that to you."

"It's fine," Addison grumbled. "I'm fine."

"Addison…"

"I don't wanna talk about my mom," she told him. "I just wanna…sit in a booth, eating a cheeseburger with my amazing fuckbuddy."

She smiled at him, pressing a kiss to his cheek. "Thank you for tonight. I still can't believe you did that."

"You'd do the same for me," he told her earnestly.

"I don't think I'd torture you with a vibrator and a bunch of teasing for hours," she said cheekily. "On my already sore pussy, nonetheless."

"You gotta admit that it was pretty fun."

She hummed in agreement as she took a large bite from her burger. "Super," she said, her voice muffled by the food in her mouth.

He smirked. "The box said the battery lasts up to ten hours."

Addison swallowed, not looking at him. "Does it now?"

"Yeah." He slipped his hand into his pocket, slipping out the remote. "I could just…" He pressed the second setting and Addison jumped, turning her head to look at him.

"Zed…"

"Do you want me to turn it off?"

"No," she whispered. "But…you have to touch me."

He raised an eyebrow. "We're in a McDonald's."

"Then be discreet!" she whispered harshly. "Just—" She shuddered, her eyes squeezing shut. "Please."

Zed hummed, his eyes falling to the burger clutched tightly in her hands, ketchup oozing out of its sides. He turned it down to the first setting, she whined, and he said, "Two more bites," he told her. "Then I'll turn it back up."

She nodded, her knees pressing together. She leaned forward and took two sloppy bites, cramming her face full. Zed chuckled, grabbing for a napkin. It may not be the best way to get her to eat something, but she was eating, which was a win. Plus she was going to get an overdue orgasm out of it. Win win.

She'd barely swallowed when he turned it back up to two, scooting closer to her. Addison moaned, leaning back against the chair. He placed a hand on her thigh, slowly working his way up her leg.

"Come on Addy," he whispered. He grabbed her milkshake, holding it up to her lips. "Wash it down."

"I-I'd rather swallow your cum," she whispered.

Zed wrinkled his nose and she giggled a little breathlessly. "Later," he told her. "Drink."

"I haven't even seen your dick in almost twenty four hours," she complained.

Zed's brows drew together and he gave her a confused smile. "Um, we definitely screwed in the shower this morning."

"No, I was—and still am—very sore."

"You're talking way too clearly," he said. "This milkshake cost me three whole dollars. You gotta drink, like, half, or I'll ghost you for a week."

Addison pouted, but wrapped her lips around the straw. She looked him in the eye, hollowing out her cheeks and sucking, much to the enjoyment of Zed. With his hand sneaking up her skirt and her mouth sucking on the plastic straw as if it were his dick. He kinda wanted her to suck his dick. If they weren't in a booth at McDonald's.

"Addison."

She hummed, letting some of her milkshake spill down her chin. Probably on purpose. Definitely on purpose. Either way, he was hard.

"Come on, go, get out of the booth."

She giggled, pulling off her milkshake. She slid out first and he followed, grabbing the bag that had the rest of their late night feast and following her to the door.

Zed wasn't sure exactly how long it'd been, he just knew it was too long since his last blowjob.

It was the only coherent thought Zed had while she sucked him off. They hadn't even bothered to hide in the car, no. He leaned back against the passenger door in the dark corner of the parking lot, where Addison was on her knees (on his jacket, which he couldn't even bring himself to care about), with one of her hands massaging his balls while the other was under her skirt.

His slacks and briefs were bunched around his ankles, the remote a distant memory because Addison had taken it from him the second they had stepped into the chilly air of late fall, probably turning it up (if not all the way) the moment she had his dick in her mouth.

"Oh fuck," he panted. "So…good."

She moaned, her eyes fluttered closed. She bobbed you and down on his dick, blowing him like her life depended on it. It was sloppy and messy, with spit just about everywhere, both of them moaning out of control.

Addison was basically an expert on all things related to his dick—she knew when and how to swirl her tongue to have him breathless, exactly how to squeeze his balls to have him whimpering for more, how to get him completely undone by deepthroating him and how insanely hot it looked when her mouth was full of his dick and her face was red from the sheer effort it took to do that. How perfect it felt when she moaned around his dick, the sound sending vibrations all throughout his body.

He pulled on her hair, head falling back. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck, Addy!" he cried. He felt the coil in his lower belly tighten. Addison wrapped her hand around the base of his cock, moaning as she pulled off.

"Fuck yeah," she breathed. "Come on, cum for me Baby."

She sucked the head back in her mouth, swirling her tongue around while pumping the wet length of his dick. Zed let out a strangled moan. His grip on her hair became impossibly tight, his legs shaking. Orgasm wracked his body and he let out a broken sob, his dick firing rope after rope of cum into her mouth. Addison moaned. She bobbed up and down his length slowly, dragging out his orgasm past the last rope of cum, until he was going soft in her mouth.

She pulled off his dick and he let out a whimper. She was amazing. Addison stood, pulling up his underwear and slacks as she went, helping him to get decent. Finally, she kissed his cheek then smiled at him. "Ready to go? Or do you want me to drive?"

"Nah. I got it." He wrapped his arms around her, pressing a kiss to her temple. "You good?"

"Yeah," she breathed. She pulled back and smiled at him. "Tonight was fun. Mostly thanks to you."

"Of course." He gave her a smile. "You've still got my vibrator?"

She smiled and nodded, holding out her hand to show him both the vibrator and the remote. "I took it out 'cause I'm…really sore." She gave a sheepish shrug, then turned and grabbed his jacket off the ground. "Now come on, drive me home."

He pushed off the car, grinning and heading around to the driver's side while Addison climbed in herself.