The Squad Effect

Chapter 16 | No Control

Shawn Mendes

After the triple date, Taylor and I headed back to my dorm room. When we got inside Taylor collapsed on the couch and I sat next to him.

"Wanna make out with me in the bedroom?" I ask while climbing into his lap and pecking his lips sloppily, eager for extended physical contact with my boyfriend.

"Of course I do." Taylor replied.

"I'll try to control myself this time." I whispered. Taylor puts his hands on my ass and stands up, carrying me into the bedroom. He laid me on the bed before climbing on top of me, beginning to kiss me passionately. He squeezed my ass which caused me to let out a little muffled giggle that originated in my throat. "Mmmm Taylor..." I moaned during a brief breath I deemed essential to take. I dragged my hands up his muscular back, wrinkling his t-shirt.

"You're so f*****g sexy." I whisper to him. Our lips make the smacking sound.

"Look who's talking babe." He mumbled back. The compliment sent shivers down my spine. My hands travel to the hem of his shirt, pulling it up over his head. I ran my hands down his toned chest and abs. "I'm so glad we met." He added before continuing to kiss me hard. He leans down to kiss my neck, aiming to give me a hickey.

"Fuck." I cursed under my breath. I felt his hands, quick and precise, on my crotch, unbuckling my belt. He unbuttons my pants and undoes my zipper. I should probably stop him.

I ran my hand through his hair as he pulled my pants off and aided me in getting under the covers. I reach down with my free hand to undo his pants as well. He slips them off before pinning my arms to the bed. I could feel his erection against mine as I wrapped my legs around his waist.

"Just... f**k me." I moaned into his ear, the s****l tension breaking me down. Suddenly, I see something move in the living room. Nash walks into the bedroom but stops just past the threshold. He's wearing Cameron's varsity jacket and has a few hickeys on his neck.

I put my hand on Taylor's back and silently gesture for Nash to get out for a bit. He holds up 10 fingers to signify ten minutes before walking out of the room. I heard the sofa creak as Nash probably sat on it.

Taylor sits up straight on his knees. He looks back at the bedroom door, searching for the noise.

"What was that?" He asks while looking back. I put my hand on the back of his neck and pull his face down to my chest.

"It was nothing." I say quickly before Taylor begins kissing and sucking the spot where my heart is on my chest. He nips and sucks at the area. I let out a low moan.

"I can't do it." Taylor groans against my skin.

"Why not?" I ask.

"Out of respect for you. Maybe one day where your judgement isn't clouded by the excitement of the night. I just don't want you to regret it." He replied while sitting back up.

"Please, I'm begging."

He turns me on so much it should be illegal. Self-control Shawn. Don't get overly excited.

But I want him so bad.

"You're practicing abstinence." Taylor whispers.

"So you're just gonna tease me and turn me on until I'm as hard as a rock and then remind me of my core values?" I asked with an annoyed sigh.

"Of course." He laughs.

"I hate you." I moan as he licks up and down my abdomen.

"Okay Taylor, it's time for you to go." Nash says while walking back into the room.

"Why am I being kicked out?" He asks.

"Because I live here too, and I want to be in my own bed without being uncomfortable." Nash says.

"Why would you be uncomfortable?" I ask.

"Because you and your boyfriend are a tip slip away from having s*x and I don't wanna see that." Nash says. Taylor and I giggle.

"Well, get out really quickly, so that we can put on some clothes."

Nash walks out of the room before Taylor gets off of me. He plants a kiss on my cheek.

He puts on his clothes again and straightens himself out.

"Bye babe, see you tomorrow. See ya Nash!" Taylor says before exiting the room.

*

The next day at lunch, Nash and I made our way to Cameron and Taylor's room. My boyfriend opened the door and we greeted him happily.

Cameron was on the couch, texting someone, a look of concentration evident in his face. I walked around the couch, catching a glimpse of the contact name. Sammy?

"Hey Cam, who's Sammy?" I ask nonchalantly while plopping down next to him on the couch. Nash sits on the other side of Cameron, the look on his face now showing that he was intrigued by the question.

"Who is Sammy?" Nash asks while furrowing his brow.

"Nobody." Cameron says while setting his phone face-down in his lap.

"Isn't Sammy that dude that lives down your street back home? You guys were like really close friends weren't you?" Taylor asks. Nash raised an eyebrow at Cameron.

"Oh yeah, him." Cam mutters.

"Why did you lie? Let me see your phone." Nash demands.

"Nash, we can talk about this later. Not in front of our friends." Cameron groans while looking at Taylor and I.

"No, we're handling this right now." Nash demands. This is all my fault. f**k. Cameron reluctantly handed his phone to Nash. Nash scrolls through an array of texts, looking for something incriminating.

"Why is this Sammy dude sending you nudes?" Nash asks.

"Okay look, Sammy and I were dating, and we hooked up a couple of times last winter. He was an asshole and he broke my heart, that's what turned me straight temporarily." Cameron explains.

"So, why haven't you told him to stop sending you these?" Nash asks.

"I was about to, but then you took my phone." Cam says, confidently.

"Oh... I'm sorry." Nash mumbles while handing Cam back his phone.

"You don't trust me?" Cameron asks.

"I-I... Of course I do." Nash says.

"Oh really? Because questioning me and taking my phone is a great sign of trust, right?" He replied sarcastically. Taylor grabs my hand and leads me into the bedroom, closing the door behind himself.

"I'm so glad that we're out of there. I could feel the s****l tension between them. It was hanging in the air like a god damn thick cloud."

"s****l tension? All I could feel was anger!" I point out.

"They love each other, so don't get it twisted. This happens quite often. First, it starts with Cam doing something wrong, Nash forgives him and Cameron gets angry at Nash. They fight until they realize that whatever they were fighting about was stupid and then they end up having a make out session." He explains.

"Sounds complicated."

"I just think they need to have s*x already. Nash needs some d**k, desperately." Taylor says.

"I have a feeling that that won't happen any time soon." I state under my breath.

"Why?" He asks.

"Despite whatever the title of his and Cameron's relationship is, Nash would never let a jock invade his body. It would, like, break him down on the inside."

"That's kind of stupid. Why does he hate us so much anyways?" Taylor inquires.

"It's kind of an embarrassing story."

"I'm sure it's not, tell me!" He pouts. I give in and pull him over to his bed where we both sat down. I launch into the sad story of how much I wanted to be friends with him the year before. I explained how I thought he was the coolest person in the world, but he ignored me. At night, the obsessions would get worse as I had countless dreams, wet and dry, about Taylor and I. I would suppress these dreams during the day and try to ignore them at night, passing them off as my mind playing tricks on me.

When I was done with my story, Taylor just stared at me. A few moments of silence passed before he hugged me tightly.

"Oh baby, I'm so sorry about not noticing you and everything!" He says while kissing my cheeks frantically.

"It's okay, Tay, it was in the past." I laughed, my cheeks heating up from my confession. Taylor pecks my lips sloppily and begins dry humping me. I wrapped my arms around his neck while giggling.

Suddenly, the sound of a loud smash resonates through our whole room. Taylor gets off of me, just before Nash and Cameron rush into the bedroom.

"Are you guys okay?" They ask in unison.

"Yeah. Are you okay?" I ask looking at mainly Nash. His lips were red, redder than usual, and his hair was a little messy.

"Yeah we're fine." Cameron answered.

"Better than fine." Nash adds while winking at Cameron. Cameron acknowledged this and winked at Nash seductively.

"Maybe it came from Matt's room." I suggested. We all hurry out of the bedroom and through the dorm room. Matt and Carter's room door was left ajar, so we just walked right in.

We were met with the sight of Jacob on the floor next to a smashed glass vase. The back of his shirt was beginning to stain with blood. Carter's chest was heaving from above Jacob and Matt was sitting, horrified in the back of the bedroom.

Carter was shaking as he looked up at us.

"I... can explain." He exhales with a regretful look on his face.