Evy woke up with a dry throat. Winters did that to her. She checked her phone, it was one after midnight. Quietly, trying not to wake up Liv, she got up from their bed and walked to the kitchen for some water.

Just as she took her first sip, she heard some voices coming from the hallway that connected to the bathroom.

“Jamie, close the fucking door. Someone could hear.”

“Why? The only two people other than us are Evy and Liv, and last time I checked, they were asleep. And don’t you like the idea of being heard, being watched?”

Something about their voices attracted Evy. Maybe it was the coarseness in Jamie’s voice or the ragged, little moans of Evan. She couldn’t help but be curious, her feet moving on their own.

The door of the bathroom was ajar, only the light of the moon shining through the single window high up. She peeked around the door, taking in the sight. She knew she shouldn’t, that they were doing something she wasn’t supposed to see, but the dark of the night made her shameless.

The moonlight illuminated the couple. Jamie’s tanned skin glittered in the dark, making him look like a fucking god. He sat on the counter, his legs wide, with Evan’s head between his legs. The moonlight made the pale boy even paler, his red lips an exception. Jamie groaned, lacing his fingers through his boyfriend’s hair, urging him on to take him deeper and deeper.

“Ungh, you have become so good at this.”

The wet, dirty sounds of the erotic scene made Evy blush, hard. She knew she should leave, but she didn’t, mesmerized, her eyes glued to the sight.

 She didn’t know how long she was already standing there. It was long enough to see Evan reaching for himself, his fingers slowly sliding down his body, before settling on his pink, throbbing cock.

“What did I tell you about not touching yourself?” Jamie suddenly growled, his low, deep voice taking Evy’s breath away. She didn’t know he could sound so… primal.

A light plop could be heard when Evan’s head was pulled up by his hair, making him able to speak.

“That I’m not allowed to unless you give me permission, M-Master,” His voice was sweet and lustful in the cold October air, so different from his usual, cool appearance. Evy lost it, feeling the wetness in her panties, and carefully left.

It took several hours for her to get back to sleep.

* * * *

“Oof, Evy, you look horrible,” Liv remarked. It was eight o’clock in the morning, Evy groggy and looking like a zombie. She had to be home in an hour, so she and her family could be at church at ten.

“I had a bad dream.” It was a lie, what she had seen that night was neither bad nor a dream.

“Well, maybe some coffee will help you forget,” Evan smiled, while handing her a small cup of the dark liquid. He had reverted back to his regular mature look, no trace of that submissive attitude from last night.

Evy took the cup. “Thanks.”

Halfway her caffeinated drink Jamie walked into the kitchen, with a smug smile on his face.

“Oh no you didn’t,” Liv remarked, apparently knowing that face. The long-haired boy nodded. “Fuck, you slut. You could have woken me.”

“You were sleeping so peacefully,” Evan interjected, grinning.

Evy pretented to be ignorant of the trio’s cryptic conversation, and was glad when they brought up a different subject.

“You have to be at church today, right?” Liv asked Evy.

“Uhuh.” She nodded. “I’m not particularly a fan of going though. My parents are hardcore religious.”

Evan patted her shoulder. “You’ll survive.”

The pink-haired girl nodded, glad she had some support, and downed the rest of her coffee. Usually she was not a fan of the bitter beverage, but today she needed it. Church would be Hell, she looked like Hell, ugh.

She got up, and placed her now empty cup in the sink. Then she packed her stuff and faced her friends who were so kind to her all thoughout.

“Thank you for the great night. I had lots of fun.” She smiled and lightly bowed on instinct, the Asian custom felt more natural than any other gesture to express her gratitude.

Liv got up too. “I’ll walk you to my house.”

Evy nodded. She was glad Liv offered, her navigation skills were shit and she would probably end up lost on her own.

“We’ll keep your candy safe,” Evan said, “We’ll bring it to school tomorrow into the club room. Hell, I think we should bring our own stash too. That way at least Jamie doesn’t have to raid the emergency stash anymore.”

“Hey!”

The four laughed and then Evy and Liv left through the door.

* * * *

Church was boring. Time after time the same shit. She had heard everything before, memorized it, and it couldn’t hold her attention anymore. Her thoughts shifted back to last night. Last night felt like a dream, but she knew it was real.

They had looked like gods in that silvery moonlight. They fucked like gods. Damn, she was glad she sat in the back today, because her blush was persistent. She pulled her headscarf a bit more forwards, covering her face. Her father had made her wear it as to hide her pink hair in church. He insisted on her dyeing it back to blonde, but instead every time she went to the hairdresser, she would let her roots get dyed pink again. She was not giving in.

The service finally ended and she went on her usual detour to the teahouse.

Just as she entered the warm building, she spotted Evan, Jamie and Liv. They were talking in one of the booths in the back, enjoying their coffees and teas. Evy felt a pang. They looked so perfect together, so in tune, and Evy was just tagging along, almost like a leach. She wanted to reach out, but didn’t, her thoughts already spiraling out of control.

Then Liv called out, and the negative thoughts she had, disappeared.