fic: Never Could Be Sweeter Than With You (1/1)
title: never could be sweeter than with you (1/1)
fandom: Community
pairing: Annie/Jeff
word count: 6,755
rating: NC-17. It’s basically an ode to oral sex.
spoilers: None, but it’s set sometime after the aired canon of season 3, and assuming Annie has turned 21.
a/n. So, this happened. Well, the first half-ish did, and then the best beta ever, dearygirl started asking things about reciprocation and then the rest happened. You’ll see. Title from the lyrics of Home by Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeroes.
Annie and Jeff are friends, and they are drunk.
The friends part had come about as a slow burn over the three and a half years of their mercurial involvement with each other, and the drunk part had come about as a result of Jeff unwillingly throwing an impromptu party at his place when Annie, Troy and Abed had shown up after a night of playing a Friends marathon drinking game at Abed’s favorite new bar.
Abed was more into the TV themed décor and drink menu - which for a place called The Idiot Box were pretty perfect - than the actual drinking, but Troy and Annie had never played the game and both got smashed by 8 o’clock. Jeff was unclear why that meant they had to deposit themselves at his door, and more unclear why Abed said he’d be back for Annie after he put a passed-out Troy in the car and then didn’t come back. Just left her there, on her back on the floor in front of Jeff’s TV with her ankles crossed and her hands loosely folded over her stomach. She’d murmured something about liking the view of Jeff’s bookshelves from that spot.
It wasn’t so much a party as a series of slurred non-sequiturs ending in Jeff draining his fifth-ish beer of the night and chasing it with a shot of whiskey as he stood in his kitchen staring at Annie’s feet sticking out from behind his coffee table. There’s a little whimper and the feet shift. Jeff hears something that is probably a hand smacking weakly against a forehead.
“Whatcha been drinking, kiddo?”
‘Kiddo’ had kept slipping out despite a brief period of self-imposed creepiness and eventually he just quit biting his tongue at the end of sentences and she would give him a dark little grin sometimes that only encouraged it. She’s ‘kitten,’ when he’s pretending to be lecherous (he mostly uses that one when he’s out of arm’s reach because he generally gets smacked when his sentence ends in ‘kitten’) and ‘babe’ when they’re by themselves. She tends more towards ‘brother,’ if she’s telling him to man-up or ‘buddy,’ if she’s gleefully manipulating him. Only when she’s really pissed does he get ‘Winger’ed. Most of the time it’s ‘Jeff,’ with any number of inflections. He’s used to it.
“Vodka,” she groans. “A lot of vodka.”
“Hmmm,” Jeff hums, and tosses back another shot. He abhors being around drunk people when he’s sober and given the decent buzz he had going when they’d showed up, this is the most logical option to him. “Beer. You need beer.”
“Nooooooo-”
Jeff pulls two more out of the fridge and misjudges his proximity to the wall on his way out of the kitchen, slamming his shoulder back roughly. “Yeh-OW,” he groans as he makes his way across the living room.
He sits on the coffee table and hands a beer to Annie, who balances it in her hands on her stomach. She looks up at him blearily and pouts.
“I don’t want more,” she whines.
“One beer now and your hangover won’t be as bad tomorrow.”
“That doesn’t sound right.”
“Oh, it is. Trust me I’ve been doing this a while.”
Annie giggles. “Yeah,” she sighs. Jeff glances at her from the corner of his eye as he takes a long pull from his beer. She sits up, with effort, and more than a few close calls at spilling beer all over his area rug. When she finally becomes upright she leans heavily against Jeff’s shin and sips at her beer. “Blecgh,” she murmurs through an upturned mouth.
“Why’d you guys come here?” he asks mildly. He feels Annie shrug against his leg. She hiccups.
“It’s close. Going home seemed like it would take a long time.”
“Abed’s good to drive right?”
“Oh, yeah he’s fine. Designated driver,” she adds, raising a pointed finger in the air and waving it at him.
“Good,” he smiles. He grabs her finger in his fist and huffs a laugh when she tries to yank it back and fails. He tightens his fist and takes a pull from his beer, laughing when Annie sets her beer down and hangs from his wrist with her other hand. She actually starts to pull herself up from the ground when he lets go and she falls back to the floor on her butt with a thump. She’s whines and hurls a few half-hearted insults and all he can do is laugh at her and hold his hands up in defense.
Somehow her slighted logic includes him sitting on the floor with her, “because jerks don’t deserve chairs.”
“It’s not a chair, it’s a table.”
“Whatever.”
Jeff does this kind of pivot-roll move and lies on his back on the floor next to Annie. She flops back down.
“Are you drunk too?” She asks suddenly.
“Yeah, kinda-” he stops to laugh. There’s not much reason to, but it seems funny - “why?”
“You just wouldn’t normally lay on the floor,” she mumbles.
She concentrates very hard on tipping her beer carefully into her mouth for a long swallow. Jeff reaches over her to swipe his bottle from the table where he’d left it and when he goes to lay back down he scoots around and lays his head on Annie’s stomach. She startles and coughs, curling up at the sudden weight and pulling her knees up to rest her feet flat on the floor. She braces herself up on her elbows and squawks at him.
“Hmmm, so much better,” he hums teasingly, his head turned toward her and his eyes closed. He’s got a goofy satisfied grin on his face and she would protest more but her dress is pooling at the tops of her thighs so she doesn’t exactly want to rouse him. After a moment she rolls her eyes and lays her head back down.
It’s quiet for a few minutes, Jeff laying there watching the angle where the ceiling and the wall meet bob slightly back and forth with each of Annie’s breaths. She folds her hands over her ribs and closes her eyes. His weight against her isn’t exactly welcome but it doesn’t make her need to puke like she thought it would at first so she just lets it be.
She starts to drift off, concentrating on the feeling of her head spinning and the quiet.
“Babe,” Jeff says quietly. She feels a slight shifting against her stomach but she doesn’t open her eyes.
“Hm?”
“You wanna try something?”
“What,” she sighs.
Jeff’s fingertips slide lightly over Annie’s leg. She stiffens but her eyes are heavy and she lets them stay closed. Jeff leans up onto one elbow to face her and scoots downward so he’s got one arm resting on the floor under her bent knees. When she forces her eyes open and props herself up on her elbows he’s fingering the edge of her rumpled dress with his free hand.
There’s a loose grin at the corners of his mouth and he’s raising one eyebrow a bit. “Well. I have a theory, and if I’m right, or even if I’m not, it could be . . . nice. Really nice.”
“What’s your theory?”
Jeff’s fingertips touch the back of her thigh again and she inhales. He turns his head and brushes his chin over her leg before looking back at her and squinting with some effort. His eyes take a moment to focus.
“Has anyone ever gone down on you?”
“What?” It comes out a little choked.
“Like, used their mouth and-”
“I know what it means, Jeff. Wh-why are you asking?” She blinks slowly; her eyes feel dry suddenly and she licks her lips, tasting beer. She doesn’t mind it as much as the first sip.
Jeff shrugs and smiles again. His fingers swirl a little more insistently against her skin. “Just something I’ve been wondering about. I bet you’d like it.” He pushes up and crawls toward her with an arm braced on the floor at either side of her hips until his mouth is next to her ear.
“I bet you taste good,” he adds in a whisper.
Annie’s head drops back a little and she closes her eyes again when she feels him reach back and walk two fingers from just below her bellybutton upwards before he rests his palm on her stomach gently.
“Hey, if not it’s fine. I’m just . . . curious,” he adds as he moves the hand that had been resting against her ribs to the floor and leans back to sit up over her.
Annie opens her eyes and pulls her head back up. “I haven’t,” she says softly. “I mean, I haven’t had anyone- . . . with anyone.”
Jeff nods like she’s telling him what movie she saw over the weekend. He eyes her. “Do you want to?”
Annie smiles, a corner of her mouth turning up, and she was blushing already from the heavy buzz and the heat of him braced half on top of her. She nods slightly. “Yeeaahh, I’d try it.”
Jeff smiles, and she glances down at his mouth. His teeth are nice, straight and white but not too white. His lips are just the right pink too, soft but not girly. He glances down and then back at her and after a pause, asks,
“Do you want to try it now?” His tone is light and a little teasing, like he’s enjoying drawing it out.
Annie pulls the smile off her face and raises an eyebrow at him. Jeff laughs softly at her expression and she breaks and giggles.
She quiets after a moment and reaches for him with one hand. Jeff leans forward into her touch and holds eye contact as her hand wraps around the back of his neck and she pulls him closer as she sits up to meet him. He grins into her mouth when he kisses her, closed lips and soft pressure. She pulls back and looks at him again, just looks quietly and sees it when his tongue darts out to wet his lips.
After another moment she smiles and nods and adds, “Yeah. I want to.”
Jeff grins at her and kisses her again, barely a peck before he turns his head and nuzzles over her cheek. His lips brush her jaw near her ear and he hums when he shifts his weight to one hand and slides the other over her hip and then her thigh. His hands are warm, his touch steady and light, slipping higher and higher and in moments he’s sliding the backs of his fingers against her underwear and humming against her throat when Annie gasps lightly.
His fingers hook inside the elastic at her inner thigh and slip against her and she jumps a little.
“Babe?” he asks, curling one finger and sliding a knuckle upwards until he catches a certain spot and Annie jumps again and tightens her grip around the back of his neck.
“Yes,” she exhales and scratches through his hair slightly.
Jeff smiles at her, her eyes screwed tightly shut as he explores her with light soft touches. She shivers now and then and makes a tiny squeak at the back of her throat. Jeff dips his head down again and mouths over her neck below her ear, reaching back with one hand to loosen her grip on the back of his neck and pull her hand away. He gives her neck a little scrape with his teeth and then a swirl of his tongue before leaning back.
He slips his hand out of her underwear, sitting up and starting to unbutton the flannel shirt he’s wearing. Annie’s knees drop back together at the same time her eyes pop open and she starts to protest when she sees what he’s doing.
Jeff chuckles. “I’m gonna need some mobility,” he explains. Annie’s eyes widen a little.
“You’ll see,” he grins. He pulls the shirt the rest of the way off, leaving him in just a soft gray t-shirt, and glances down, eyeing the light blue lacy underwear he’d just had his hand underneath. “You wanna take those off, or do you want me to?”
Annie gives him that dark little grin, the one she does sometimes when he calls her ‘kiddo,’ and he feels himself blushing when she hooks her thumbs beneath the material at her hips and shimmies out of them. Jeff takes them from her and drops them on top of his flannel. Annie sits up further and picks up her beer from the floor and sets it on the coffee table. She watches Jeff crawl over to sit back on his heels in front of her bent knees.
He curves his hands around her calves, barely brushing her skin. “Still drunk?” he asks quietly.
Annie shakes her head quickly. “Just, warm,” she says. “You?”
Jeff nods in agreement with her. “I’m a little buzzed,” he shrugs, and eyes her for a moment. “I’m okay if you’re okay.”
Annie nods. “I’m okay.”
She revels for a moment in the warmth of Jeff’s hands as they slide over her legs lightly, and then he’s gently tugging her legs open and crawling forward.
Annie lets out a breath and lays back. She shivers a little at the air against her bare skin as Jeff leans down and kisses the inside of her knee. There’s a rush of jitters up her spine when she feels his shoulders against the backs of her thighs as he stretches out on his stomach and moves closer. He mouths his way down her thigh and smoothes a hand up and down her leg, resting his other hand against her stomach and brushing her dress out of the way.
He swirls his fingertips over her inner thigh once more before trailing them between her legs. She’s not sure what to do with her hands but when Jeff finds the same spot he had before, this time with the pad of his thumb, she curls her fingers against the rug beneath her and closes her eyes. Her hips jump again and Jeff huffs out a little laugh and she feels his breath on her and realizes she’s getting wet already, slick under his fingers.
He turns his head to nose against her thigh and bites, sucks against her soft skin and laves his tongue out as he moves closer and gets comfortable between her legs. He replaces his mouth on her thigh with his hand and holds her lightly in place, rubbing his thumb in light circles over the spot he’d bitten and he knows she’s a little distracted by that when he leans in and licks her for the first time and a surprised little “Oh!” pops out of her mouth.
He grins and does it again with the flat of his tongue in a slow sweep before delving up and down with the tip. He opens his mouth a little wider and slides his tongue just inside her, then deeper when she lets out a long half-voiced sigh.
He can feel her relax into the sensation even as her hands fidget at her sides when he swirls his tongue inside her a few times before pulling back for a moment. He swallows and makes an involuntary sound of approval at the feel and the taste of Annie all over his tongue.
She sits up slightly, propped on her elbows again and stares down at him with darkened eyes and her mouth hanging open around a slightly ragged breath.
“Like it so far?”
She nods and a small sound escapes her throat before she chokes out, “Yeah.”
Jeff smiles lazily and turns to nibble at her thigh just next to the crease where her leg bends. He looks back up and holds eye contact as he leans in and slowly swirls the tip of his tongue around her clit.
A high throaty moan tears out from her throat and she claps her hand over her mouth, biting into the heel of her palm. Jeff squeezes her thigh and smirks. “I was right,” he says, and circles her clit again, this time with the tip of his index finger.
“Wha?”
He widens the circles slowly, sliding down to where she’s wetter, slick and sweet. “You do taste good.”
“Oh,” she breathes out.
“Have you ever . . .?” he trails off to fit his mouth against her again and press his tongue inside, curling it up and then letting her feel him swallow her taste down his throat.
“Oh god, Jeff.” He replaces his tongue with his fingertips again; circling lightly and watching her hips start to move with him. He catches her eye again as he pulls his hand away and licks her once more, a slow up and down, silky and smooth.
“Here,” he says, and he reaches up. “You never tasted?”
Annie looks shocked and slightly amazed, like the thought had never even occurred to her. She looks at his fingertips, glistening a little in the low light of his living room, and sits up further. She glances at him and he’s watching her, his eyes dark and heavy, waiting to see what she’ll do.
Annie touches his wrist and leans forward, sucks his fingertips into his mouth and touches her tongue to them experimentally. She hums around his fingers and takes them deeper, curling her fingers tighter around his wrist.
Jeff grunts under his breath when she twirls her tongue around his fingertips with a dexterity that’s a little shocking. Her eyes fly to his and she watches him right back as she pulls back slowly, her cheeks hollowing just slightly.
“Jesus, babe,” he sighs, and smudges over her lips with his thumb. He remains distracted until Annie lets go of his wrist and leans back down, propped up on her elbows and looking down at the picture he makes framed by her legs.
“Alright,” he leans down and bites low on her stomach, sucks at her skin enough to leave a mark. “Clearly we’re past the beginners stage.”
“What does that-”
Jeff curls his arms around to grab her inner thighs and pulls them further apart and leans in, presses his mouth against her clit and sucks. Annie lets out a sharp gasp and Jeff digs his fingers into her thighs a little when he feels her muscles twitch in rhythm with his tongue as he flicks it repeatedly over the spot that’s made her jump since they started.
He switches to long slow strokes again and looks up to watch her slide back down to lay on her back, her chest heaving with deep fast breaths. She’s flushed and sweat is starting to glow on her bare stomach as he keeps going, changing his pace and approach as soon as she starts getting tenser and her breaths start turning into moans.
He uncurls one arm from around her thigh and slips his fingers against her again in the circular motion she’d liked before, backing up and glancing up at her as he dips his finger slightly inside her. He’s not sure this was what she had in mind but he’s thinking about feeling her clenching and fluttering when she comes and he wants to feel it and taste her at the same time, satisfying another corner of his curious imagination.
“This okay?” He asks roughly, and she immediately nods and groans out, “God, yes, please-” and she breaks off when he presses the rest of the way in and twists experimentally, leaning in to swirl the tip of his tongue against her again.
Annie’s hips circle and shift and she lets out a pleading whimper. Jeff pulls out and then slides back in with two fingers this time and she groans low in her throat and her nails curl into his arm still wrapped around her thigh. He alternates sucking and licking at her clit, builds her up more and more until she’s starting to shake, his fingers pumping in and out with an occasional twist of his wrist getting an especially high moan out of her, and when he scrapes her lightly with his teeth she screams, the sound buried in her closed mouth and shielded by her hand again.
Her thighs tremble against him and she breathes harder, her toes curling against the floor, and she blindly reaches out to slide her fingers into his hair and hold him at a particular spot. Jeff hums against her and the buzz of his lips combines with everything else and makes the sensations start to break into a wave over her.
She vaguely feels his thumb making soft circles against her thigh as her orgasm rolls through her, back arched and her head thrown back. She tenses around his fingers and against his mouth, her thighs clenching and her fingers tightening into a fist in his hair.
Jeff works his mouth against her slower and softer as she comes down and her grip starts to loosen in his hair. He slips his fingers out of her and her hips roll again with the motion, then settle as he turns his head to mouth over her thigh like when he’d started.
Annie’s breath is audible in the dim quiet. She lets go of his hair and her hand falls limply to her stomach. Jeff slowly sits up, ignoring the slight creak of his back as he scrubs a hand through his hair to right it from Annie’s grip.
After a moment she stirs, starting to sit up and glance around, and Jeff reaches over to hand her underwear back to her. She takes them with a lazy smile but Jeff holds on and pulls her closer, leaning in at the same time to kiss her.
She makes a noise of surprise, and then it turns into a moan when he opens his mouth and runs his tongue over her lips and then into her mouth to slide against hers. Annie kisses him back, dazed and overwhelmed but still greedy for the taste of herself mingled with him. She hums against his lips finally and pulls back to wiggle back into her underwear and tug her dress back down.
Jeff pulls himself onto the couch and reaches down to haul her up with him. Annie flops next to him and they both stare at the ceiling for a moment.
“Well,” he says finally. “That was the best idea I’ve ever had.”
Annie giggles and says, “Jeff.” She shoves him weakly in the arm and he slouches deeper into the couch before leaning up into an also-slouched sitting position.
“You wanna sleep here?”
Annie nods with her head still resting against the back of the couch before remembering to add, “Please.”
He glances back at her and chuckles at her boneless draped position. “Told ya you’d like it.”
“I think you actually have to stop calling me kiddo now,” she murmurs, eyes closed.
Jeff laughs outright at that and turns forward again to rest his elbows on his knees and rub his palms together absentmindedly.
“We’re not gonna be weird now, are we?” She addresses his back, and reaches out a hand to scratch lightly at the small of his back through his t-shirt.
“Doesn’t have to be,” Jeff murmurs back. He twists and leans back, braced on his elbow on the back of the couch, and leans his temple on his fist. Annie turns her head to look at him. He grins.
“Really though, no more ‘kiddo,’” she repeats, holding up a finger that would be authoritative if she weren’t still flushed and mussed from her orgasm.
Jeff makes to grab her pointed finger again but she curls her hand into a fist to avoid him. Jeff just grabs her whole fist in his larger hand and yanks her towards him, going in to kiss her again mostly because he knows she’ll shriek and duck away. She does and he follows her backwards until he’s braced above her, both of them half-falling off the couch and laughing as he rubs his nose over her neck to tickle her.
Annie’s laughing and yelling, “No! Jeff! Cut it out!”
“Careful kitten, the neighbors are going to think I’m doing horrible things to you,” he laughs and pins both her wrists above her head and gets one knee planted on the couch cushions between her thighs. Annie pulls one knee up and rests it against his hip and smiles up at him defiantly.
“Aren’t you?” she challenges.
Jeff scoffs in amazement. “Uh, considering how little time it actually took to get you off, I highly doubt that was horrible.”
Annie laughs again and arches her back a little even though she’s blushing.
“Let me up, I wanna go to bed,” she says with a tinge of shyness, twisting her wrists in his hold.
Jeff obliges, but only to reach down and hook his arm around her waist and pull her up with him as he stands. He slings her over his shoulder and ignores her squealing and flailing as he heads toward his bedroom.
“So that’s the rule now?” He asks when he flops her down on the bed and she bounces, a mess of limbs and hair until she can right herself. “No more ‘kiddo’?”
Jeff unzips his jeans and kicks them to the floor as Annie shrugs out of her cardigan and scoots up the bed. She nods.
“And I definitely have to stop calling you ‘brother,’” she adds to Jeff’s back as he heads into the bathroom.
He winces and nods in agreement before rummaging in a cabinet drawer for an extra toothbrush. He holds it up and Annie sighs before crawling to the edge of the bed and padding over to him.
They stand side by side, occasionally catching each other’s eye in the mirror as they brush and share a new, secret, toothpaste-y grin. Jeff smacks her butt when she turns to leave after they’ve spit and rinsed and Annie whirls around and raises her hand to smack back. He backs up, laughing, until she’s almost gotten him to fall into the bathtub.
“Come on, Annie, cut it out, or I’ll never do that to you again.”
Annie freezes and her mouth pops open.
“Yeah,” Jeff points between them and raises an eyebrow. “You be nice and I’ll be nice.” He leans in closer and runs a hand over her hip and whispers in her ear, “I’ll be nice whenever you want, kiddo.”
“Ew! Jeff! See, it’s creepy now!”
She slaps his shoulder. Jeff rears back and in a split second she’s slung over his shoulder again, yelling in protest and dissolving into giggles when he tosses her on the bed and flicks off the light switch.
“Go to sleep, Annie. We’ve got a busy day tomorrow.”
“Doing what?” she asks, still half-giggling as she slips under the covers.
“Reciprocation,” Jeff says as he rolls over onto his stomach and curls one arm underneath his pillow. He’s bracing for the smack he knows he kinda deserves for that when Annie pounces on him and straddles his waist, resting her hands on his back to steady herself.
“Okay,” she says brightly.
Jeff, who’d let out an “oof!” of surprise when she jumped on him, makes a wide-eyed face in the dark. “Uh, what are you doing?”
“Reciprocating,” she says, scratching her nails lightly over his shoulder blades. “If you turn over,” she adds.
“I’m turning over but only because this is weird. Okay?”
“Oh-kaaaay,” Annie says, like he’s being slow.
Annie sits up a little and Jeff rolls over underneath her. Once he’s on his back he reaches up and finds Annie’s waist to hold her in place.
“Babe,” he says.
“Hm?”
“You don’t have to do this. You know that right?”
“Of course! Nobody has to give someone head, Jeff. It’s not a biological imperative to propagate the species.”
“Yeah, I didn’t mean biologically so much as . . . did you just use that phrase?”
“What phrase?”
“’Give head’?”
“Yeah. Why?”
“Fuck. That’s really hot.”
Annie giggles.
“But you don’t have to,” Jeff repeats, shaking his head a little to clear it.
Annie wiggles just slightly on top of him and he digs his fingers into her hips and yanks her forward a little to sit over his stomach.
“Do you not want me to?”
“I’m going to pretend you didn’t just ask that question because we both know you’re a lot smarter than that.” He’s not sure, but he thinks Annie shrugs in agreement.
“Jeff, I wouldn’t be offering if I didn’t want to.”
“I’m not saying you don’t want to now, I’m saying I think you only want to because I already did it for you. I mean, it’s not like you’ve been walking around thinking about sucking my dick and just happened to have mentioned it tonight. . . . Wait, it’s not like that, right?”
“Well, I wouldn’t put it that way, but, the thought has crossed my mind.”
“Huh. Okay.”
“What?”
“Nothing, it’s just. Surprising.”
“Well you developed a whole theory about me,” she shoots back.
“Yeah, Annie, I’m a guy. We think about sex all the time. You wouldn’t even say ‘penis’ out loud until a few months ago.”
“Well that’s different.”
“How?”
“When it’s a particular penis and not just any old one.”
“Okay, what are you saying?” Jeff takes one hand off Annie’s waist and reaches up to rub his eyes. Between his fading buzz and the sudden turn of the conversation he’s getting the beginnings of a stress headache.
Annie traces little designs with her fingernail over his chest through his t-shirt.
“I’m not a non-sexual person,” she starts.
“Oh I know.”
She huffs a little through her nose and taps his chest.
“I’m serious. I’m around you a lot, and you’re attractive, and I’m . . . curious.”
“You’ve done it before though, right?”
Annie shakes her head.
“You did not just shake your head.”
“Well, I just never wanted to with anyone.”
“Jesus.”
Annie leans down and brushes her lips along his cheek, then whispers right in his ear, “I bet I’ll like it.”
Jeff’s hands on her waist have slipped down to her hips and Annie shifts downwards a bit and rubs over him through his underwear. He loses his breath.
Annie starts peppering little kisses over his neck and pulls aside the neckline of his shirt for access to more skin. She fists her hands in the hemline of his shirt at his waist and tugs upwards.
“Can I?” she asks. Jeff sits up and raises his arms over his head so she can pull the shirt off of him. Her hands fall to his bare shoulders then, and he slides his over her neck and up into her hair and kisses her.
“Yes. Just . . . not because you think you’re supposed to, okay? Don’t ever do it for that reason.”
“Purely for my own satisfaction,” Annie whispers back before pecking him on the lips again, and then she’s off. Annie bounces up and he can actually feel the giddiness in her movements. She fumbles around on his bedside table for a second.
“I want the light on,” she says impatiently. Jeff reaches over and clicks it once and they both blink in the dim light, still shocking since their eyes had adjusted to the dark. “I want to see,” she murmurs as she leans back down and kisses him again, all brilliant smile and eyes sparking with anticipation.
Jeff smiles back at her, softer and kind of amazed. He closes his eyes and cradles the back of her head with his hand as she leans down and spreads more kisses over his neck, stopping to swirl her tongue out here and there. Her hands are insistent on his chest, pushing him to lie down and he complies, folding his arms behind his head.
She doesn’t take long to scoot downwards, pressing a line of light kisses over his chest and stomach on her way, and then she’s kneeling between his knees and sliding her fingertips under the waistband of his briefs. Annie tugs a little on the elastic, lets it snap back lightly and he hears her giggle when he jolts in surprise. At this he opens one eye and lifts his head to look down at her.
“I’ll be good,” she says sweetly. She leans down and pulls back the waistband again and plants a light kiss there, her chin nudging at him through his underwear. Jeff lets out a strangled sound and kind of falls back to the pillow at that. He manages to lift his hips when Annie tugs again and pulls the briefs all the way off. She runs her hands up over his thighs, palms soft and warm, then scratches lightly up and inward, and then she’s sliding a hand over him.
When she giggles softly again Jeff sighs. “Do I even want to know?”
“It’s just . . . it’s pretty,” she says, and Jeff has to prop himself up his elbows to stare at her. She’s kneeling there, one hand wrapped around his dick and twisting gently up and down and she grins at him.
Jeff doesn’t even know what to say to that so he lays back down and huffs out a laugh, reaching up to run his fingers through his hair. When Annie leans down again and kisses his hip Jeff can feel the smile on her mouth when it presses against sensitive skin. He lets out a long slow breath which he promptly sucks back in when Annie’s hand slips down to palm at his balls. He mutters some syllables and makes a fist.
Her manual exploration apparently finished, Annie rests her hands on Jeff’s hips and licks, laving her tongue over him from base to tip. She wraps her hand around his shaft again and spreads her lips over his head, lets her spit get his skin slick so she can slide her mouth on and off him easily.
“Your skin is really soft,” she murmurs, curling her fist a little tighter.
Jeff finds his voice after a few breaths. “What’d you expect?”
“I don’t know. I never really thought about it.”
Annie takes him in her mouth again, sinking deeper this time. There’s a rush through his veins and she feels it against her lips and hums in surprise. She releases him with a pop of her lips and slides her tongue along the vein sticking out along one side of his shaft and pulls back for a second to inspect it.
He’s already starting to leak a little - considering he’d been half-hard from the moment she’d said she wanted him to go down on her - pre-cum beading up on the head of his dick and Jeff opens his eyes and watches when she stares at it for a second before gamely licking it up and rolling her tongue in her closed mouth for a moment to taste. He doesn’t get another delighted squeak but she seems contemplative for a moment before leaning back in to take him in her mouth again, deeper this time.
She goes gradually, dipping her head down a little lower each time before she bobs back up and gives an extra slide of her tongue over the tip. Jeff pulls his hands from behind his head and fists them in the sheets at his sides. Annie looks up and watches him, pouting her lips out and closing her teeth around him very gently. Jeff stiffens, worried this thing is going to take a very not-fun turn, but then she’s licking her way back up and touching her teeth again just lightly to the tip, barely scraping before she licks at him again.
Jeff’s hips lift slightly of their own accord when she sinks down again and she grins around him and huffs out a self-satisfied laugh through her nose. She braces a hand on his hip and sees from the corner of her eye when Jeff forces one hand to relax its grip on the blankets. She tests herself, sinking down until he bumps the back of her throat and she manages to cover it pretty well and not bite him when her gag reflex kicks in.
Jeff groans, this deep sound from his chest, and when she looks up at him he looks almost pained, his forehead wrinkled in a frown of concentration. He glances down at her for a moment, and then groans again when she slides her lips just over the head and sucks firmly before swirling her tongue again.
“I don’t believe you’ve never done this,” he grits out through clenched teeth.
“Mm-mm,” Annie hums her disagreement. Jeff’s hips twitch up again and he lets out another groan.
“Sorry. Fuck. Jesus,” he mutters.
A moment later his fingers are trailing through her hair and over her ear, just barely touching her. She turns her head into his touch and takes the moment to let him out of her mouth and slide her lips and tongue over him again from base to tip, slipping her hand down to try squeezing his balls gently.
“I’m close,” he mutters, and her eyes flick up to his. “Might not want to try swallowing your first time,” he adds.
Annie shrugs and pulls her mouth off him slowly but keeps pumping her hand up and down and watches his face carefully. Jeff’s hand slips to her elbow when she sits up and he holds it there, just faint pressure from his fingertips as he starts to tense.
His hips buck up in rhythm with her hand a few times and then he’s clenching a fist and groaning, his eyes screwed shut tight. Cum slides down over Annie’s fist, slick and warm, and she’s not sure when to stop pumping her hand until Jeff shivers and touches her wrist.
She opens her fist carefully and crawls up, meeting Jeff halfway as he sits up. He slings his arm around Annie’s shoulders and drags her closer to kiss her and she smiles and forgets for a moment that she still doesn’t know what to do with her hand. Jeff breaks the kiss and smears a wet sloppy one on her cheek and then down her neck and she curls her shoulder up and ducks away. Jeff laughs as he falls back to his pillow.
“You can go clean up,” he adds, nodding toward the bathroom and Annie hops from the bed and pads over to rinse off her hands.
She kicks the door most of the way shut and contemplates her hand for a moment before sucking one fingertip into her mouth. She makes a little face and tries again before turning the water on and rinsing the rest away. After she dries her hands and returns to the bedroom Jeff is tossing the briefs he’d been wearing across the room into the hamper next to his dresser. He has the blankets pulled up around his waist and he folds his arms behind his head when he lies back again.
“So,” he says.
Annie glances towards his dresser. “Can I have something to sleep in?” she interrupts.
He nods vaguely, “Second drawer.”
Annie picks out a soft black t-shirt and starts undoing the buttons down the front of her dress, still facing away from the bed.
“So,” she parrots back.
“So was it everything you dreamed it would be?”
“It was nice,” she says, pulling her dress over her head. She slips the t-shirt on and turns around to add with a smile, “I liked it.”
Jeff grins at her, his eyes widening a little when she reaches back and unhooks her bra, maneuvering the straps over her arms and then pulling the bra out one sleeve of the t-shirt.
“Sooooo,” she adds again as she crawls into bed and adjusts the covers. She rolls onto her side facing Jeff and watches him.
“So, I have the best ideas ever.”
Annie laughs. “You only had half the idea,” she reminds him.
“Still awesome,” he counters, shifting and rolling over onto his stomach with his arms folded under his pillow.
Annie’s eyes are starting to feel heavy and she reaches out and slides the backs of her fingers over Jeff’s arm. He smiles.
“Goodnight,” she murmurs, eyes already closed.
“Night babe.”
She smiles softly and lets out a satisfied little hum.
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fandom: Community
pairing: Annie/Jeff
word count: 6,755
rating: NC-17. It’s basically an ode to oral sex.
spoilers: None, but it’s set sometime after the aired canon of season 3, and assuming Annie has turned 21.
a/n. So, this happened. Well, the first half-ish did, and then the best beta ever, dearygirl started asking things about reciprocation and then the rest happened. You’ll see. Title from the lyrics of Home by Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeroes.
Annie and Jeff are friends, and they are drunk.
The friends part had come about as a slow burn over the three and a half years of their mercurial involvement with each other, and the drunk part had come about as a result of Jeff unwillingly throwing an impromptu party at his place when Annie, Troy and Abed had shown up after a night of playing a Friends marathon drinking game at Abed’s favorite new bar.
Abed was more into the TV themed décor and drink menu - which for a place called The Idiot Box were pretty perfect - than the actual drinking, but Troy and Annie had never played the game and both got smashed by 8 o’clock. Jeff was unclear why that meant they had to deposit themselves at his door, and more unclear why Abed said he’d be back for Annie after he put a passed-out Troy in the car and then didn’t come back. Just left her there, on her back on the floor in front of Jeff’s TV with her ankles crossed and her hands loosely folded over her stomach. She’d murmured something about liking the view of Jeff’s bookshelves from that spot.
It wasn’t so much a party as a series of slurred non-sequiturs ending in Jeff draining his fifth-ish beer of the night and chasing it with a shot of whiskey as he stood in his kitchen staring at Annie’s feet sticking out from behind his coffee table. There’s a little whimper and the feet shift. Jeff hears something that is probably a hand smacking weakly against a forehead.
“Whatcha been drinking, kiddo?”
‘Kiddo’ had kept slipping out despite a brief period of self-imposed creepiness and eventually he just quit biting his tongue at the end of sentences and she would give him a dark little grin sometimes that only encouraged it. She’s ‘kitten,’ when he’s pretending to be lecherous (he mostly uses that one when he’s out of arm’s reach because he generally gets smacked when his sentence ends in ‘kitten’) and ‘babe’ when they’re by themselves. She tends more towards ‘brother,’ if she’s telling him to man-up or ‘buddy,’ if she’s gleefully manipulating him. Only when she’s really pissed does he get ‘Winger’ed. Most of the time it’s ‘Jeff,’ with any number of inflections. He’s used to it.
“Vodka,” she groans. “A lot of vodka.”
“Hmmm,” Jeff hums, and tosses back another shot. He abhors being around drunk people when he’s sober and given the decent buzz he had going when they’d showed up, this is the most logical option to him. “Beer. You need beer.”
“Nooooooo-”
Jeff pulls two more out of the fridge and misjudges his proximity to the wall on his way out of the kitchen, slamming his shoulder back roughly. “Yeh-OW,” he groans as he makes his way across the living room.
He sits on the coffee table and hands a beer to Annie, who balances it in her hands on her stomach. She looks up at him blearily and pouts.
“I don’t want more,” she whines.
“One beer now and your hangover won’t be as bad tomorrow.”
“That doesn’t sound right.”
“Oh, it is. Trust me I’ve been doing this a while.”
Annie giggles. “Yeah,” she sighs. Jeff glances at her from the corner of his eye as he takes a long pull from his beer. She sits up, with effort, and more than a few close calls at spilling beer all over his area rug. When she finally becomes upright she leans heavily against Jeff’s shin and sips at her beer. “Blecgh,” she murmurs through an upturned mouth.
“Why’d you guys come here?” he asks mildly. He feels Annie shrug against his leg. She hiccups.
“It’s close. Going home seemed like it would take a long time.”
“Abed’s good to drive right?”
“Oh, yeah he’s fine. Designated driver,” she adds, raising a pointed finger in the air and waving it at him.
“Good,” he smiles. He grabs her finger in his fist and huffs a laugh when she tries to yank it back and fails. He tightens his fist and takes a pull from his beer, laughing when Annie sets her beer down and hangs from his wrist with her other hand. She actually starts to pull herself up from the ground when he lets go and she falls back to the floor on her butt with a thump. She’s whines and hurls a few half-hearted insults and all he can do is laugh at her and hold his hands up in defense.
Somehow her slighted logic includes him sitting on the floor with her, “because jerks don’t deserve chairs.”
“It’s not a chair, it’s a table.”
“Whatever.”
Jeff does this kind of pivot-roll move and lies on his back on the floor next to Annie. She flops back down.
“Are you drunk too?” She asks suddenly.
“Yeah, kinda-” he stops to laugh. There’s not much reason to, but it seems funny - “why?”
“You just wouldn’t normally lay on the floor,” she mumbles.
She concentrates very hard on tipping her beer carefully into her mouth for a long swallow. Jeff reaches over her to swipe his bottle from the table where he’d left it and when he goes to lay back down he scoots around and lays his head on Annie’s stomach. She startles and coughs, curling up at the sudden weight and pulling her knees up to rest her feet flat on the floor. She braces herself up on her elbows and squawks at him.
“Hmmm, so much better,” he hums teasingly, his head turned toward her and his eyes closed. He’s got a goofy satisfied grin on his face and she would protest more but her dress is pooling at the tops of her thighs so she doesn’t exactly want to rouse him. After a moment she rolls her eyes and lays her head back down.
It’s quiet for a few minutes, Jeff laying there watching the angle where the ceiling and the wall meet bob slightly back and forth with each of Annie’s breaths. She folds her hands over her ribs and closes her eyes. His weight against her isn’t exactly welcome but it doesn’t make her need to puke like she thought it would at first so she just lets it be.
She starts to drift off, concentrating on the feeling of her head spinning and the quiet.
“Babe,” Jeff says quietly. She feels a slight shifting against her stomach but she doesn’t open her eyes.
“Hm?”
“You wanna try something?”
“What,” she sighs.
Jeff’s fingertips slide lightly over Annie’s leg. She stiffens but her eyes are heavy and she lets them stay closed. Jeff leans up onto one elbow to face her and scoots downward so he’s got one arm resting on the floor under her bent knees. When she forces her eyes open and props herself up on her elbows he’s fingering the edge of her rumpled dress with his free hand.
There’s a loose grin at the corners of his mouth and he’s raising one eyebrow a bit. “Well. I have a theory, and if I’m right, or even if I’m not, it could be . . . nice. Really nice.”
“What’s your theory?”
Jeff’s fingertips touch the back of her thigh again and she inhales. He turns his head and brushes his chin over her leg before looking back at her and squinting with some effort. His eyes take a moment to focus.
“Has anyone ever gone down on you?”
“What?” It comes out a little choked.
“Like, used their mouth and-”
“I know what it means, Jeff. Wh-why are you asking?” She blinks slowly; her eyes feel dry suddenly and she licks her lips, tasting beer. She doesn’t mind it as much as the first sip.
Jeff shrugs and smiles again. His fingers swirl a little more insistently against her skin. “Just something I’ve been wondering about. I bet you’d like it.” He pushes up and crawls toward her with an arm braced on the floor at either side of her hips until his mouth is next to her ear.
“I bet you taste good,” he adds in a whisper.
Annie’s head drops back a little and she closes her eyes again when she feels him reach back and walk two fingers from just below her bellybutton upwards before he rests his palm on her stomach gently.
“Hey, if not it’s fine. I’m just . . . curious,” he adds as he moves the hand that had been resting against her ribs to the floor and leans back to sit up over her.
Annie opens her eyes and pulls her head back up. “I haven’t,” she says softly. “I mean, I haven’t had anyone- . . . with anyone.”
Jeff nods like she’s telling him what movie she saw over the weekend. He eyes her. “Do you want to?”
Annie smiles, a corner of her mouth turning up, and she was blushing already from the heavy buzz and the heat of him braced half on top of her. She nods slightly. “Yeeaahh, I’d try it.”
Jeff smiles, and she glances down at his mouth. His teeth are nice, straight and white but not too white. His lips are just the right pink too, soft but not girly. He glances down and then back at her and after a pause, asks,
“Do you want to try it now?” His tone is light and a little teasing, like he’s enjoying drawing it out.
Annie pulls the smile off her face and raises an eyebrow at him. Jeff laughs softly at her expression and she breaks and giggles.
She quiets after a moment and reaches for him with one hand. Jeff leans forward into her touch and holds eye contact as her hand wraps around the back of his neck and she pulls him closer as she sits up to meet him. He grins into her mouth when he kisses her, closed lips and soft pressure. She pulls back and looks at him again, just looks quietly and sees it when his tongue darts out to wet his lips.
After another moment she smiles and nods and adds, “Yeah. I want to.”
Jeff grins at her and kisses her again, barely a peck before he turns his head and nuzzles over her cheek. His lips brush her jaw near her ear and he hums when he shifts his weight to one hand and slides the other over her hip and then her thigh. His hands are warm, his touch steady and light, slipping higher and higher and in moments he’s sliding the backs of his fingers against her underwear and humming against her throat when Annie gasps lightly.
His fingers hook inside the elastic at her inner thigh and slip against her and she jumps a little.
“Babe?” he asks, curling one finger and sliding a knuckle upwards until he catches a certain spot and Annie jumps again and tightens her grip around the back of his neck.
“Yes,” she exhales and scratches through his hair slightly.
Jeff smiles at her, her eyes screwed tightly shut as he explores her with light soft touches. She shivers now and then and makes a tiny squeak at the back of her throat. Jeff dips his head down again and mouths over her neck below her ear, reaching back with one hand to loosen her grip on the back of his neck and pull her hand away. He gives her neck a little scrape with his teeth and then a swirl of his tongue before leaning back.
He slips his hand out of her underwear, sitting up and starting to unbutton the flannel shirt he’s wearing. Annie’s knees drop back together at the same time her eyes pop open and she starts to protest when she sees what he’s doing.
Jeff chuckles. “I’m gonna need some mobility,” he explains. Annie’s eyes widen a little.
“You’ll see,” he grins. He pulls the shirt the rest of the way off, leaving him in just a soft gray t-shirt, and glances down, eyeing the light blue lacy underwear he’d just had his hand underneath. “You wanna take those off, or do you want me to?”
Annie gives him that dark little grin, the one she does sometimes when he calls her ‘kiddo,’ and he feels himself blushing when she hooks her thumbs beneath the material at her hips and shimmies out of them. Jeff takes them from her and drops them on top of his flannel. Annie sits up further and picks up her beer from the floor and sets it on the coffee table. She watches Jeff crawl over to sit back on his heels in front of her bent knees.
He curves his hands around her calves, barely brushing her skin. “Still drunk?” he asks quietly.
Annie shakes her head quickly. “Just, warm,” she says. “You?”
Jeff nods in agreement with her. “I’m a little buzzed,” he shrugs, and eyes her for a moment. “I’m okay if you’re okay.”
Annie nods. “I’m okay.”
She revels for a moment in the warmth of Jeff’s hands as they slide over her legs lightly, and then he’s gently tugging her legs open and crawling forward.
Annie lets out a breath and lays back. She shivers a little at the air against her bare skin as Jeff leans down and kisses the inside of her knee. There’s a rush of jitters up her spine when she feels his shoulders against the backs of her thighs as he stretches out on his stomach and moves closer. He mouths his way down her thigh and smoothes a hand up and down her leg, resting his other hand against her stomach and brushing her dress out of the way.
He swirls his fingertips over her inner thigh once more before trailing them between her legs. She’s not sure what to do with her hands but when Jeff finds the same spot he had before, this time with the pad of his thumb, she curls her fingers against the rug beneath her and closes her eyes. Her hips jump again and Jeff huffs out a little laugh and she feels his breath on her and realizes she’s getting wet already, slick under his fingers.
He turns his head to nose against her thigh and bites, sucks against her soft skin and laves his tongue out as he moves closer and gets comfortable between her legs. He replaces his mouth on her thigh with his hand and holds her lightly in place, rubbing his thumb in light circles over the spot he’d bitten and he knows she’s a little distracted by that when he leans in and licks her for the first time and a surprised little “Oh!” pops out of her mouth.
He grins and does it again with the flat of his tongue in a slow sweep before delving up and down with the tip. He opens his mouth a little wider and slides his tongue just inside her, then deeper when she lets out a long half-voiced sigh.
He can feel her relax into the sensation even as her hands fidget at her sides when he swirls his tongue inside her a few times before pulling back for a moment. He swallows and makes an involuntary sound of approval at the feel and the taste of Annie all over his tongue.
She sits up slightly, propped on her elbows again and stares down at him with darkened eyes and her mouth hanging open around a slightly ragged breath.
“Like it so far?”
She nods and a small sound escapes her throat before she chokes out, “Yeah.”
Jeff smiles lazily and turns to nibble at her thigh just next to the crease where her leg bends. He looks back up and holds eye contact as he leans in and slowly swirls the tip of his tongue around her clit.
A high throaty moan tears out from her throat and she claps her hand over her mouth, biting into the heel of her palm. Jeff squeezes her thigh and smirks. “I was right,” he says, and circles her clit again, this time with the tip of his index finger.
“Wha?”
He widens the circles slowly, sliding down to where she’s wetter, slick and sweet. “You do taste good.”
“Oh,” she breathes out.
“Have you ever . . .?” he trails off to fit his mouth against her again and press his tongue inside, curling it up and then letting her feel him swallow her taste down his throat.
“Oh god, Jeff.” He replaces his tongue with his fingertips again; circling lightly and watching her hips start to move with him. He catches her eye again as he pulls his hand away and licks her once more, a slow up and down, silky and smooth.
“Here,” he says, and he reaches up. “You never tasted?”
Annie looks shocked and slightly amazed, like the thought had never even occurred to her. She looks at his fingertips, glistening a little in the low light of his living room, and sits up further. She glances at him and he’s watching her, his eyes dark and heavy, waiting to see what she’ll do.
Annie touches his wrist and leans forward, sucks his fingertips into his mouth and touches her tongue to them experimentally. She hums around his fingers and takes them deeper, curling her fingers tighter around his wrist.
Jeff grunts under his breath when she twirls her tongue around his fingertips with a dexterity that’s a little shocking. Her eyes fly to his and she watches him right back as she pulls back slowly, her cheeks hollowing just slightly.
“Jesus, babe,” he sighs, and smudges over her lips with his thumb. He remains distracted until Annie lets go of his wrist and leans back down, propped up on her elbows and looking down at the picture he makes framed by her legs.
“Alright,” he leans down and bites low on her stomach, sucks at her skin enough to leave a mark. “Clearly we’re past the beginners stage.”
“What does that-”
Jeff curls his arms around to grab her inner thighs and pulls them further apart and leans in, presses his mouth against her clit and sucks. Annie lets out a sharp gasp and Jeff digs his fingers into her thighs a little when he feels her muscles twitch in rhythm with his tongue as he flicks it repeatedly over the spot that’s made her jump since they started.
He switches to long slow strokes again and looks up to watch her slide back down to lay on her back, her chest heaving with deep fast breaths. She’s flushed and sweat is starting to glow on her bare stomach as he keeps going, changing his pace and approach as soon as she starts getting tenser and her breaths start turning into moans.
He uncurls one arm from around her thigh and slips his fingers against her again in the circular motion she’d liked before, backing up and glancing up at her as he dips his finger slightly inside her. He’s not sure this was what she had in mind but he’s thinking about feeling her clenching and fluttering when she comes and he wants to feel it and taste her at the same time, satisfying another corner of his curious imagination.
“This okay?” He asks roughly, and she immediately nods and groans out, “God, yes, please-” and she breaks off when he presses the rest of the way in and twists experimentally, leaning in to swirl the tip of his tongue against her again.
Annie’s hips circle and shift and she lets out a pleading whimper. Jeff pulls out and then slides back in with two fingers this time and she groans low in her throat and her nails curl into his arm still wrapped around her thigh. He alternates sucking and licking at her clit, builds her up more and more until she’s starting to shake, his fingers pumping in and out with an occasional twist of his wrist getting an especially high moan out of her, and when he scrapes her lightly with his teeth she screams, the sound buried in her closed mouth and shielded by her hand again.
Her thighs tremble against him and she breathes harder, her toes curling against the floor, and she blindly reaches out to slide her fingers into his hair and hold him at a particular spot. Jeff hums against her and the buzz of his lips combines with everything else and makes the sensations start to break into a wave over her.
She vaguely feels his thumb making soft circles against her thigh as her orgasm rolls through her, back arched and her head thrown back. She tenses around his fingers and against his mouth, her thighs clenching and her fingers tightening into a fist in his hair.
Jeff works his mouth against her slower and softer as she comes down and her grip starts to loosen in his hair. He slips his fingers out of her and her hips roll again with the motion, then settle as he turns his head to mouth over her thigh like when he’d started.
Annie’s breath is audible in the dim quiet. She lets go of his hair and her hand falls limply to her stomach. Jeff slowly sits up, ignoring the slight creak of his back as he scrubs a hand through his hair to right it from Annie’s grip.
After a moment she stirs, starting to sit up and glance around, and Jeff reaches over to hand her underwear back to her. She takes them with a lazy smile but Jeff holds on and pulls her closer, leaning in at the same time to kiss her.
She makes a noise of surprise, and then it turns into a moan when he opens his mouth and runs his tongue over her lips and then into her mouth to slide against hers. Annie kisses him back, dazed and overwhelmed but still greedy for the taste of herself mingled with him. She hums against his lips finally and pulls back to wiggle back into her underwear and tug her dress back down.
Jeff pulls himself onto the couch and reaches down to haul her up with him. Annie flops next to him and they both stare at the ceiling for a moment.
“Well,” he says finally. “That was the best idea I’ve ever had.”
Annie giggles and says, “Jeff.” She shoves him weakly in the arm and he slouches deeper into the couch before leaning up into an also-slouched sitting position.
“You wanna sleep here?”
Annie nods with her head still resting against the back of the couch before remembering to add, “Please.”
He glances back at her and chuckles at her boneless draped position. “Told ya you’d like it.”
“I think you actually have to stop calling me kiddo now,” she murmurs, eyes closed.
Jeff laughs outright at that and turns forward again to rest his elbows on his knees and rub his palms together absentmindedly.
“We’re not gonna be weird now, are we?” She addresses his back, and reaches out a hand to scratch lightly at the small of his back through his t-shirt.
“Doesn’t have to be,” Jeff murmurs back. He twists and leans back, braced on his elbow on the back of the couch, and leans his temple on his fist. Annie turns her head to look at him. He grins.
“Really though, no more ‘kiddo,’” she repeats, holding up a finger that would be authoritative if she weren’t still flushed and mussed from her orgasm.
Jeff makes to grab her pointed finger again but she curls her hand into a fist to avoid him. Jeff just grabs her whole fist in his larger hand and yanks her towards him, going in to kiss her again mostly because he knows she’ll shriek and duck away. She does and he follows her backwards until he’s braced above her, both of them half-falling off the couch and laughing as he rubs his nose over her neck to tickle her.
Annie’s laughing and yelling, “No! Jeff! Cut it out!”
“Careful kitten, the neighbors are going to think I’m doing horrible things to you,” he laughs and pins both her wrists above her head and gets one knee planted on the couch cushions between her thighs. Annie pulls one knee up and rests it against his hip and smiles up at him defiantly.
“Aren’t you?” she challenges.
Jeff scoffs in amazement. “Uh, considering how little time it actually took to get you off, I highly doubt that was horrible.”
Annie laughs again and arches her back a little even though she’s blushing.
“Let me up, I wanna go to bed,” she says with a tinge of shyness, twisting her wrists in his hold.
Jeff obliges, but only to reach down and hook his arm around her waist and pull her up with him as he stands. He slings her over his shoulder and ignores her squealing and flailing as he heads toward his bedroom.
“So that’s the rule now?” He asks when he flops her down on the bed and she bounces, a mess of limbs and hair until she can right herself. “No more ‘kiddo’?”
Jeff unzips his jeans and kicks them to the floor as Annie shrugs out of her cardigan and scoots up the bed. She nods.
“And I definitely have to stop calling you ‘brother,’” she adds to Jeff’s back as he heads into the bathroom.
He winces and nods in agreement before rummaging in a cabinet drawer for an extra toothbrush. He holds it up and Annie sighs before crawling to the edge of the bed and padding over to him.
They stand side by side, occasionally catching each other’s eye in the mirror as they brush and share a new, secret, toothpaste-y grin. Jeff smacks her butt when she turns to leave after they’ve spit and rinsed and Annie whirls around and raises her hand to smack back. He backs up, laughing, until she’s almost gotten him to fall into the bathtub.
“Come on, Annie, cut it out, or I’ll never do that to you again.”
Annie freezes and her mouth pops open.
“Yeah,” Jeff points between them and raises an eyebrow. “You be nice and I’ll be nice.” He leans in closer and runs a hand over her hip and whispers in her ear, “I’ll be nice whenever you want, kiddo.”
“Ew! Jeff! See, it’s creepy now!”
She slaps his shoulder. Jeff rears back and in a split second she’s slung over his shoulder again, yelling in protest and dissolving into giggles when he tosses her on the bed and flicks off the light switch.
“Go to sleep, Annie. We’ve got a busy day tomorrow.”
“Doing what?” she asks, still half-giggling as she slips under the covers.
“Reciprocation,” Jeff says as he rolls over onto his stomach and curls one arm underneath his pillow. He’s bracing for the smack he knows he kinda deserves for that when Annie pounces on him and straddles his waist, resting her hands on his back to steady herself.
“Okay,” she says brightly.
Jeff, who’d let out an “oof!” of surprise when she jumped on him, makes a wide-eyed face in the dark. “Uh, what are you doing?”
“Reciprocating,” she says, scratching her nails lightly over his shoulder blades. “If you turn over,” she adds.
“I’m turning over but only because this is weird. Okay?”
“Oh-kaaaay,” Annie says, like he’s being slow.
Annie sits up a little and Jeff rolls over underneath her. Once he’s on his back he reaches up and finds Annie’s waist to hold her in place.
“Babe,” he says.
“Hm?”
“You don’t have to do this. You know that right?”
“Of course! Nobody has to give someone head, Jeff. It’s not a biological imperative to propagate the species.”
“Yeah, I didn’t mean biologically so much as . . . did you just use that phrase?”
“What phrase?”
“’Give head’?”
“Yeah. Why?”
“Fuck. That’s really hot.”
Annie giggles.
“But you don’t have to,” Jeff repeats, shaking his head a little to clear it.
Annie wiggles just slightly on top of him and he digs his fingers into her hips and yanks her forward a little to sit over his stomach.
“Do you not want me to?”
“I’m going to pretend you didn’t just ask that question because we both know you’re a lot smarter than that.” He’s not sure, but he thinks Annie shrugs in agreement.
“Jeff, I wouldn’t be offering if I didn’t want to.”
“I’m not saying you don’t want to now, I’m saying I think you only want to because I already did it for you. I mean, it’s not like you’ve been walking around thinking about sucking my dick and just happened to have mentioned it tonight. . . . Wait, it’s not like that, right?”
“Well, I wouldn’t put it that way, but, the thought has crossed my mind.”
“Huh. Okay.”
“What?”
“Nothing, it’s just. Surprising.”
“Well you developed a whole theory about me,” she shoots back.
“Yeah, Annie, I’m a guy. We think about sex all the time. You wouldn’t even say ‘penis’ out loud until a few months ago.”
“Well that’s different.”
“How?”
“When it’s a particular penis and not just any old one.”
“Okay, what are you saying?” Jeff takes one hand off Annie’s waist and reaches up to rub his eyes. Between his fading buzz and the sudden turn of the conversation he’s getting the beginnings of a stress headache.
Annie traces little designs with her fingernail over his chest through his t-shirt.
“I’m not a non-sexual person,” she starts.
“Oh I know.”
She huffs a little through her nose and taps his chest.
“I’m serious. I’m around you a lot, and you’re attractive, and I’m . . . curious.”
“You’ve done it before though, right?”
Annie shakes her head.
“You did not just shake your head.”
“Well, I just never wanted to with anyone.”
“Jesus.”
Annie leans down and brushes her lips along his cheek, then whispers right in his ear, “I bet I’ll like it.”
Jeff’s hands on her waist have slipped down to her hips and Annie shifts downwards a bit and rubs over him through his underwear. He loses his breath.
Annie starts peppering little kisses over his neck and pulls aside the neckline of his shirt for access to more skin. She fists her hands in the hemline of his shirt at his waist and tugs upwards.
“Can I?” she asks. Jeff sits up and raises his arms over his head so she can pull the shirt off of him. Her hands fall to his bare shoulders then, and he slides his over her neck and up into her hair and kisses her.
“Yes. Just . . . not because you think you’re supposed to, okay? Don’t ever do it for that reason.”
“Purely for my own satisfaction,” Annie whispers back before pecking him on the lips again, and then she’s off. Annie bounces up and he can actually feel the giddiness in her movements. She fumbles around on his bedside table for a second.
“I want the light on,” she says impatiently. Jeff reaches over and clicks it once and they both blink in the dim light, still shocking since their eyes had adjusted to the dark. “I want to see,” she murmurs as she leans back down and kisses him again, all brilliant smile and eyes sparking with anticipation.
Jeff smiles back at her, softer and kind of amazed. He closes his eyes and cradles the back of her head with his hand as she leans down and spreads more kisses over his neck, stopping to swirl her tongue out here and there. Her hands are insistent on his chest, pushing him to lie down and he complies, folding his arms behind his head.
She doesn’t take long to scoot downwards, pressing a line of light kisses over his chest and stomach on her way, and then she’s kneeling between his knees and sliding her fingertips under the waistband of his briefs. Annie tugs a little on the elastic, lets it snap back lightly and he hears her giggle when he jolts in surprise. At this he opens one eye and lifts his head to look down at her.
“I’ll be good,” she says sweetly. She leans down and pulls back the waistband again and plants a light kiss there, her chin nudging at him through his underwear. Jeff lets out a strangled sound and kind of falls back to the pillow at that. He manages to lift his hips when Annie tugs again and pulls the briefs all the way off. She runs her hands up over his thighs, palms soft and warm, then scratches lightly up and inward, and then she’s sliding a hand over him.
When she giggles softly again Jeff sighs. “Do I even want to know?”
“It’s just . . . it’s pretty,” she says, and Jeff has to prop himself up his elbows to stare at her. She’s kneeling there, one hand wrapped around his dick and twisting gently up and down and she grins at him.
Jeff doesn’t even know what to say to that so he lays back down and huffs out a laugh, reaching up to run his fingers through his hair. When Annie leans down again and kisses his hip Jeff can feel the smile on her mouth when it presses against sensitive skin. He lets out a long slow breath which he promptly sucks back in when Annie’s hand slips down to palm at his balls. He mutters some syllables and makes a fist.
Her manual exploration apparently finished, Annie rests her hands on Jeff’s hips and licks, laving her tongue over him from base to tip. She wraps her hand around his shaft again and spreads her lips over his head, lets her spit get his skin slick so she can slide her mouth on and off him easily.
“Your skin is really soft,” she murmurs, curling her fist a little tighter.
Jeff finds his voice after a few breaths. “What’d you expect?”
“I don’t know. I never really thought about it.”
Annie takes him in her mouth again, sinking deeper this time. There’s a rush through his veins and she feels it against her lips and hums in surprise. She releases him with a pop of her lips and slides her tongue along the vein sticking out along one side of his shaft and pulls back for a second to inspect it.
He’s already starting to leak a little - considering he’d been half-hard from the moment she’d said she wanted him to go down on her - pre-cum beading up on the head of his dick and Jeff opens his eyes and watches when she stares at it for a second before gamely licking it up and rolling her tongue in her closed mouth for a moment to taste. He doesn’t get another delighted squeak but she seems contemplative for a moment before leaning back in to take him in her mouth again, deeper this time.
She goes gradually, dipping her head down a little lower each time before she bobs back up and gives an extra slide of her tongue over the tip. Jeff pulls his hands from behind his head and fists them in the sheets at his sides. Annie looks up and watches him, pouting her lips out and closing her teeth around him very gently. Jeff stiffens, worried this thing is going to take a very not-fun turn, but then she’s licking her way back up and touching her teeth again just lightly to the tip, barely scraping before she licks at him again.
Jeff’s hips lift slightly of their own accord when she sinks down again and she grins around him and huffs out a self-satisfied laugh through her nose. She braces a hand on his hip and sees from the corner of her eye when Jeff forces one hand to relax its grip on the blankets. She tests herself, sinking down until he bumps the back of her throat and she manages to cover it pretty well and not bite him when her gag reflex kicks in.
Jeff groans, this deep sound from his chest, and when she looks up at him he looks almost pained, his forehead wrinkled in a frown of concentration. He glances down at her for a moment, and then groans again when she slides her lips just over the head and sucks firmly before swirling her tongue again.
“I don’t believe you’ve never done this,” he grits out through clenched teeth.
“Mm-mm,” Annie hums her disagreement. Jeff’s hips twitch up again and he lets out another groan.
“Sorry. Fuck. Jesus,” he mutters.
A moment later his fingers are trailing through her hair and over her ear, just barely touching her. She turns her head into his touch and takes the moment to let him out of her mouth and slide her lips and tongue over him again from base to tip, slipping her hand down to try squeezing his balls gently.
“I’m close,” he mutters, and her eyes flick up to his. “Might not want to try swallowing your first time,” he adds.
Annie shrugs and pulls her mouth off him slowly but keeps pumping her hand up and down and watches his face carefully. Jeff’s hand slips to her elbow when she sits up and he holds it there, just faint pressure from his fingertips as he starts to tense.
His hips buck up in rhythm with her hand a few times and then he’s clenching a fist and groaning, his eyes screwed shut tight. Cum slides down over Annie’s fist, slick and warm, and she’s not sure when to stop pumping her hand until Jeff shivers and touches her wrist.
She opens her fist carefully and crawls up, meeting Jeff halfway as he sits up. He slings his arm around Annie’s shoulders and drags her closer to kiss her and she smiles and forgets for a moment that she still doesn’t know what to do with her hand. Jeff breaks the kiss and smears a wet sloppy one on her cheek and then down her neck and she curls her shoulder up and ducks away. Jeff laughs as he falls back to his pillow.
“You can go clean up,” he adds, nodding toward the bathroom and Annie hops from the bed and pads over to rinse off her hands.
She kicks the door most of the way shut and contemplates her hand for a moment before sucking one fingertip into her mouth. She makes a little face and tries again before turning the water on and rinsing the rest away. After she dries her hands and returns to the bedroom Jeff is tossing the briefs he’d been wearing across the room into the hamper next to his dresser. He has the blankets pulled up around his waist and he folds his arms behind his head when he lies back again.
“So,” he says.
Annie glances towards his dresser. “Can I have something to sleep in?” she interrupts.
He nods vaguely, “Second drawer.”
Annie picks out a soft black t-shirt and starts undoing the buttons down the front of her dress, still facing away from the bed.
“So,” she parrots back.
“So was it everything you dreamed it would be?”
“It was nice,” she says, pulling her dress over her head. She slips the t-shirt on and turns around to add with a smile, “I liked it.”
Jeff grins at her, his eyes widening a little when she reaches back and unhooks her bra, maneuvering the straps over her arms and then pulling the bra out one sleeve of the t-shirt.
“Sooooo,” she adds again as she crawls into bed and adjusts the covers. She rolls onto her side facing Jeff and watches him.
“So, I have the best ideas ever.”
Annie laughs. “You only had half the idea,” she reminds him.
“Still awesome,” he counters, shifting and rolling over onto his stomach with his arms folded under his pillow.
Annie’s eyes are starting to feel heavy and she reaches out and slides the backs of her fingers over Jeff’s arm. He smiles.
“Goodnight,” she murmurs, eyes already closed.
“Night babe.”
She smiles softly and lets out a satisfied little hum.
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