Weekend #5

Nothing eventful happened until the next weekend came. The week was a bit abnormal for Dean and Brooke, they didn’t have sex. It was more because of being busy than not wanting to do it. Luckily there were no surprise visits from anyone as well.

It was Friday and Dean was at work watching the clock tick by just waiting until he can get home to Brooke. Dean’s cellphone rang, it was Brooke. Dean answered, “I was just thinking about you…” Brooke interrupted him, “Can you come home now?” She sounded a little worried. “What’s wrong?” Dean asked. “Chris is outside, he came back and he won’t leave!” Brooke said. “He’s outside? He didn’t get in the house?” Dean asked while only thinking about their game. “No, I won’t let him inside!” Brooke explained. “Did you call the police like we discussed?” Dean asked. “No…” Brooke said, it sounded like she forgot. “Well call them and I’ll be home soon.” Dean said before hanging up.

Dean excused himself from work saying he had a personal matter to attend to. His work let him go, it wasn’t a big deal since the day was almost over anyway.

Dean drove home rather quickly, his mind racing thinking what he was supposed to do when he got home and how to deal with Chris. Dean arrived in record time from speeding and not having the usual traffic on the way home.

Pulling up to the house Dean didn’t see anything unusual. He also didn’t see Chris anywhere, maybe he left? Did he get inside the house? Dean quickly got out of his car and ran to the front door. Dean swung the door open and stepped inside, “Brooke?” He yelled out, he couldn’t immediately see her, “Brooke?”

Brooke appeared at the top of the stairs, she looked relieved to see Dean was home. Her face quickly went from a smile to a frown.

“Brooke!”

Dean realized his grave mistake when he heard the voice from behind him call out Brooke’s name. Chris was right behind Dean inside the house. Brooke eyes were like daggers but they weren’t directed at Chris, they were directed at Dean.

“Why did you…” Brooke started to say to Dean but stopped herself. Chris walked further into the house talking up to Brooke, “Baby why didn’t you let me in?” Brooke stayed silent. Chris turned towards Dean, “Thanks for letting me in buddy,” he then continued up the stairs towards Brooke. She was angrily staring at Dean as if it was his fault, which it sort of was, at least a little bit. Chris reached Brooke at the top of the steps and they both disappeared around the corner toward Dean’s bedroom.

Dean knew what was going to happen next. He shut the front door now. He thought about the events that just occurred. From Brooke’s perspective it’s as if Dean did this on purpose and let Chris in. It sounded as if she was accusing him when she asked ‘why,’ and it didn’t make things any better when Chris thanked him for letting him in. Dean knew he owed Brooke an apology even if it was a misunderstanding.

Dean took a seat on the living room couch, he didn’t know what to do while Brooke was getting busy with Chris. Dean didn’t care to look at them on his phone. As hot as it was for Brooke to be fucking a guy that was way out of her league, the idea was hotter than actually seeing it. Chris was such a large man and with the cameras not super close, there wasn’t much to see. Dean looked up the stairs and could hear faint sounds of sex, grunts, moans that had to be fake and smacking. Dean sighed.