Make My Heart Stop Beating[Original Slash]00

He turned to face me leaning on the sink, fingers curling around the white proclin as I watched him closesly. My eyes ran over his perfectly chisled, slim body. The full set of abs, the small grooves over his ribs, his exsposed hip bones stuck out at me in a taunting well defined V. His arms had lines in them where the muscle seperated just like his thighs- he must have had some power in those perfectly rounded thighs. The only thing covering him was those black boxer briefs that stuck out against his pale skin and the white sink.

"Why is there a random sink in your bedroom?" I mused. He turned lightly, causing many of his muscles to ripple and the grooves to deepen, and looked down at the sink before back at me.

"I had the same question when I moved in, but I didn't question it." Trevor muttered softly bobbing his head. "Do you want something to eat?" He was being so nice to me. Sitting up I shook my head as my throat swelled closed as my stomach lurched.

With deep breaths I steadied my stomach, though my throat was still swollen feeling.

"No thanks. I don't think my stomach could take it." I whispered my hand placed over my mouth lightly in attempt to stop anything that might try and show it's self.

"Kay, drink?" he muttered

"Nope." I wispered glancing at him refusing to lower my hand. "Why do you bring me here?" He was just watching me lightly and at my probbing his lips pursed lightly as he thought about it.

"Because the first night-" I cut him off.

"You found me in the back of your car. That one I get, but... you didn't have to bring me here tonight, even after I treated you like crap for trying to help me in the morning, then I treated you just as badly at the party and you were just being nice to me for some odd reason I don't get either." He laughed placing a hand over his perfect smile bobbing his head.

"What can I say I'm a forgiving person." He shrugged lightly and clicked his tounge. "And I brought you here last night because I couldn't find your sister and pawn you off on her. She was... gone." nodding lightly I sighed.

"She probably went home with this guy she was drooling over." I stated rolling my eyes as the floor boards in the hall creaked and a tall man with black hair falling into pale blue eyes glanced around. He was in a green shirt clinging to his toned and slim upper body and black skinny jeans that trailed his long slender legs. "You." I muttered remembering him form the party, just leaning against the wall staring at Molly and I, mainly Molly.

"What?" He muttered glancing at Trevor who shrugged lightly jsut as confused.

"Your the guy my sister was drooling over." I stated simply letting both my hands fall between my legs as I tipped my head sideways as he glanced back at Trevor quickly.

"Umm... Your sister didn't go home with him Mikey... He lives here too, this is my friend, roommate and business partner Travis." Blinking I ran a hand through my hair lightly letting the words make there way through my brain.

"Trevor," I pointed at Trevor then at Travis. "Travis..." They both nodded, I could help but start laughing for some reason.

"What's so funny?" Travis questioned as I placed my hands over my face as I leaned forwards, folding myself in half. "Holy crap! Do you see what he's doing?" Travis gasped.

"I think he's still drunk and part contorcanist." Trevor muttered. "Mikey... Mikey?" I sat up looking at him my hand voer my mouth as I tried not to laugh. "Are you okay?" Nodding I let my laugher die and watched him. "You're sure?" I nodded again letting out a deep breath I licked my lips smiling at him lightly.

"I think i have the giggles." I muttered trying supress another fit of giggles.

"Yup." Both of them nodded. "He's still drunk." Trevor tipped his ehad sideways looking at Travis.

"You know he can drink alot before you can tell he's drunk. You only notice he's drunk when he's completely smashed. It's amazing. I've never seen anything like it before." Trevor nodded as Travis wandered over to me placing his hand on my collar bone and pushing me back into bed.

"Intresting." He stated holding me down as I giggled a bit. "Now giggles." I nodded giggling. "sshh." he stated letting me go. I let my hands cover my mouth as I giggled and smiled up at them. "Calm child." I wiggled a bit as I giggled up at him."Okay, I think your lying about the whole drinking thing. Cause he's still drunk." Travis muttered staring down at me as Trevor walked over looking down at me also.

"I'm not drunk." I muttered. "I'm not even buzzed!" I statedchildishly. "cause if I was," I muttered pointing. "I'd feel it right here." I pushed my finger to my forehead. "And I don't feel anything there, I don't even have a headach." theyglanced at each other.

"Lack of Hang-over." they stated nodding before they looked back at me. "Lucky little bastard." Travis walked away with that.

"Wait!" I sat up, my giggles gone all of a sudden.

"What?" travis muttered as Trevor stepped back away from me startled slightly.

"Are you sure my sister didn't go home with you?" He nodded as Trevor watched us both. "Do you know who she went home with?" He shook his head. "Oh shit!" He gasped throwing the blankets getting up quickly and hurring from the room.

"Grab him!!" Throwing the dooropen I looked around before I flew backwards with a squeak.

"I got him!!" the door slammed shut as I struggled against Travis'sstrong arms, kicking and wiggling. "He's a wirey one!" he added pushing me against the couch and pinning me while TRevor placed a hand voer his heart.

"Mikey,"

"GET OFF ME!" I screamed trying to push myself off, despite the fact Travis was twive my size in nothingbut muscle.

"Mikeywe have a phone, call her." I stopped chest heaving as I managed to get to my knees one a travis's arms locked around my neck as both my hands gripped it, his other one had hold of the back of the couch which was the only thing keeping up upright.

"She doesn't answer after parties, are you kidding me? She's more likely to be having sex with what ever creep she went home with last night right now then answer her phone for anyone other than a hot guy. I don't fall under that title, I fall under people at the moment she sould care less about." I snapped at him bitterly as Travis hit me.

"She could've gone home with me, so your calling me a creep then?" Sighing I pulled at his arm having no luck what so ever with getting it to release me.

"No I'm not because she didn't go home with you, if she had we wouldn't be have this problem." I growled at him. "Now let me go." He gasped swatting at him in a rather girlish manor. He released me standing up as I huffed into a lump on the couch.

"You can try." Trevor whispered as Travis vanished down the hall. "here." he tossed me the phone. I glanced at it then up at him and his narrowed brows.

"I don't mean to be rude, I'm just worried." I whispered grabbing the phone and running my fingers of the slick form.

"I know, but I don't get why." He sighed sitting next to me. "I went looking for you after you snapped at me, I had this bad feeling you were being a drunk whore again," I nodded as he looked over at me to see my reaction of the name calling. I couldn't denine it, I was a whore when I was drunk and I knew why too. "and I found her and was like, she might know. So I asked her and she laughed and pulled me down to her level and said 'I don't know, or care he could be laying in a gutter for all I care." He bobbed his head as I licked my lips lowering the phone. He leaned over to me, drapping an arm over my shoulders. "I wouldn't worry about her too much if I was you, she's a big girl. She can take care of her self."

"But-" Trevor placed his fingers over my lips stopping and startling me.

"No but's." He muttered staring me in the eyes. We were rather close to each other, my heart was racing as I stared into those beautiful green eyes of his. "After she said you could be laying in a gutter for all she cared she asked me if she asked me if I wanted to have hot sex with her. I think she's a bit enough girl to take care of herself." he muttered pulling back and leaning against the couch arm, arms crossed over his defined chest.

"I..." Glancing at anything but him I tried to figure out what to say or do. "But I..." I couldn't think of anything to say. "she..."

"She what... she's normaly not like that around you?" I nodded. "Your also know a sex driven whore when your sober. In certain situations and circumstances people are different." He muttered. "Like at home, I like to get drunk and dance like an idiot. At a party I don't drink and I hardly dance." My brown narrowed at how flip-flopped that was. "Travis is a man-whore normaly," Trevor stated pointing at Travis who's re-entered the rom with dishes in his hands as he froze to stare at the back fo Trevor's head with wide eyes. "Like right now if you kissed him, he'd throw you on the floor and take advantage of you." My eyes went wide as I glanced at Travis's brows narrow. "But when he gets drunk he won't do anything if you kiss him, and he wont talk to you. He'll just sit there and star at his hands like you are now." My head shot up with wide eyes. "And do just that when someone tries to talk to him. He gets all shy." He smilled and glanced back at Travis. "Right Trav?"

"I have no clue why I came up in a conversation but I'm going to kill you when there are no witnesses around, and I know no one will hear you scream." Travis growled and walked into the kitchen putting his dishes around.

"We were talking about how people are different in different situations and circumstances." Trevor muttered lightly as he looked back at me with a blank stare. "And your not leaving myside, cause he probably will kill me." Blinking several times and glanced at them both several times. "so anywho. If you want sex I'd prefer if you screwed him instead of eric or dan... or a random guy I don't know."

"Whoa, whoa, when did Dan and Eric enter the scene?" Travis muttered sitting on the coffee table watching us.

"Oh the other night Dan or Eric got him in the back of my car while he was wasted, did him and left him there." Trevor muttered as the heat rose in my cheeks turning my face red. "Look he's ears turn red when he blushes!!" Trevor gasped trowing his arms around me and pulling into his chest as I squeaked turning a darker shade of red. "And besides Trav was drunk last night so that's why your sister's probably not here." Travis snorted stanidng up walking back into the kitchen.

"No offence but I got drunk because of his sister. I didn't want to deal with her, she was... she's worse than I am." Travis muttered. "She was like, up my shirt, and kissing every where. No offence but I think your sister is a slut, whore... so on an so forth when your not around. I think you just keep her in check by telling her no." bitting my bottom lip I looked down at my hands.

Nodding I looked at them a bit unsure of what I was doing if she was like that, or if I should even believe these two.

"Dryers done." Travis yelled as a loud buzzer went off.

"No shit." Trevor laughed standing up to get my cloths out of it. Nodding I let out a deep breath as I laid the phone on the coffee table. "Here." Trevor muttered. Standing I took them and went to the bathroom and got dressed.

"Umm..." I muttered looking at Travis and Trevor talking what sounded like business in the living room slash kitchen. Trevor was dressed now. "Umm.. Trevor," He looked at me pushing his hair out of his face and wonderful green eyes. "Could you drive me to work?" I asked he nodded lightly pushing off the counter and grabbing the keys of the counter. "I work at the Mason Hostle on Mason Street." I stated he grunted.

"You live near there don't you?" He asked, I nodded lightly tugging at the bottom of my shirt nervously. "You act like a little kid sometimes." He noted at I snapped my head up to look at him. "It's cute." He added as we walked out the front door.

"Umm..." Was all I could muster as my face turned red as we headed for the elevator.