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This was a request fic from sidara who asked for "a short fic. With Marco jumping Jake as soon as he walks in the door."
Rated R for language and Jake/Marco-ness. I screw with canon, but it's not terribly relevent. You have been warned!
Impatient
It cost me fifty bucks, the use of my car and probably my undying soul to get Tobias out of the house for the night.
Usually he's more cooperative than that but it's been a long couple of weeks for him too. So I didn't whine too much and when he bitched about having to spend the night in a hotel, I offered him my credit card. He was halfway out the door five seconds later, with a backpack full of clothes over one shoulder, talking to Rachel on the cell.
I'm pretty sure I just got played.
My moral outrage and bruised pride are swiftly beaten down by my frustrated libido, though, and Tobias manages to drive off in my car without being beaned in the back of the head with a coffee mug. Anyway, having the house to ourselves, just me and Jake for a night, is cheap at twice the cost.
When I say frustrated I mean frustrated. Screaming, tearing my hair out and kicking walls frustrated. I haven't gotten laid in two weeks and that makes for a very cranky Marco, boys and girls.
Maybe it wouldn't be so bad if Jake were in another country, or outer space or something. Somewhere totally inaccessible where my only option was to suck it up and deal until he got back. But the only problem is that our schedules have been so conflicting lately.
Finals week hit both of us hard. Partly because of a mutual course overload: Jake's carrying 22 credits - a normal courseload is about 16 per semester. I'm taking 20 myself, not counting the non-credit labs that are required for my compsci classes. Going into finals week it just got worse. My labs started early, his workshops ran late. By the time he got home I was asleep, by the time he woke up I had left. Oh, yeah, we managed the odd kiss and grope here and there, but that's not quite the same. And, I'll be honest with you, I'm not exactly the poster boy for abstinence. Actually, I'm more of the anti-abstinence poster boy. The 'get it as often as you can and in as many interesting ways possible' poster boy.
Jake on the other hand, is very good at self-denial. There is a land out there where everyone lives in a constant state of frustrated desire, clinging desperately to some kind of bizarre belief that just because you want something isn't a good enough reason to go out and get it. Jake is their king. I think he could probably give up sex altogether and only be mildly irritable for the rest of his life. I, meanwhile, am perilously close to building some sort of super weapon in my basement.
The first few days weren't so bad - contrary to whatever Tobias may tell you we don't actually fuck every five minutes. They way he tells it we take frequent breaks from class and excuse ourselves from the dinner table just to feel each other up. I'll have you know that he is exaggerating in a gross manner. It's only every twenty minutes and don't you forget it.
A few days wasn't so bad. Even I could handle that. Then a week went by and sleeping in the same bed as him was kind of like torture. Chinese water torture - something seemingly harmless that eventually killed you in a horribly painful way. I could touch him, smell him but I was too tired to move, let alone engage in strenuous physical activities. Hell, even not-so-strenuous activities.
Right about now you're probably thinking "oh get real, it's just a couple weeks!". Well, let me ask you something: Have you ever had sex with Jake? No? Then trust me, you don't know what you're missing. You poor slobs.
So I got a little... impatient.
The last day of finals rolled around, starting like most of the others. My alarm went off a quarter to six, giving me exactly forty-five minutes to get dressed and haul my butt to the lab - which I could manage if I didn't try to eat breakfast. Jake was sprawled over most of the bed; when he's really tired he tends to just kind of fling himself onto the bed and worry about whether all of him fits after he wakes up. I crawled out from under the arm and leg pinning me to the bed and cursed my professor quite heartily.
The lab was just a final prep for the exam, which was scheduled for ten. After lunch I presented my final project for political science, sat through a handful of other presentations and at five I was officially done for the year. Grades would take a while, but I wasn't worried about that part. I'm pretty damned smart, you know.
On the way home, I hatched my evil plan.
Jake wouldn't be back for a while yet. I knew his schedule like the back of my hand and his creative writing workshop ran from 8-10. Assuming they finished on time, which they never did, and assuming that they didn't go get a drink or anything afterwards, which they probably would, the earliest he could possibly make it back to the house was 10:15. I figured he'd probably be later than that, but not much past midnight. He was as tired as I was, and I know he'd been burning the midnight oil. He was probably having longing dreams about sleeping for ten hours straight and staying in his pajamas all day.
Plus, not to toot my own horn or anything, but Jake knew my schedule, too. And I don't think it was unreasonable of me to act on the assumption that he'd enjoy having a night of hot, unrestrained sex to make up for the last week or so.
I was entertaining thoughts of, well, let's just say that I have a vivid imagination, when I got home.
Tobias was coming down the stairs when I walked in the front door. He had obviously just woken, tousled and bleary-eyed, dressed in boxer shorts and an old t-shirt that had seen better days. He yawned behind his fist and sort of made this grunting sound that I took as a greeting. I waved and pasted on my most pleasantly endearing expression. Tobias featured heavily in my evil plan. Well, at least his complacence did.
"You look cheerful," Tobias observed, planting both feet as he swayed slightly on the stairs. "Whatever you're up to, I want no part of it."
"What makes you think I'm up to anything?"
"I've known you for how long?"
Damn. He had me there. "I need a favor," I admitted, following him into the kitchen.
"No."
"I haven't even asked yet," I countered. "Maybe it's a reasonable favor. Maybe it's a favor you'll be happy to do for your dear, wonderful friend and roommate who cut you such a great deal on the rent."
"Jake cut me a good deal on the rent," Tobias shot back, poking his head inside the fridge. "Your exact words were 'hey, he's got nowhere else to go! Maybe we can make him pay the whole thing'."
"Those weren't my exact words. And I meant them in a totally supportive way."
"Then you tried to charge Rachel a visitation fee." Tobias poked half-heartedly at the contents of the fridge, taking out a tupperware container full of something sort of yellow-ish and staring at it for a minute.
"Okay, can we go back to the part where you're doing me a favor?"
Tobias abandoned the yellow stuff and started digging through the freezer. "At no point did we determine I was going to do you a favor."
"Come on." I leaned against the wall beside the refrigerator and let just a little bit of a whine creep into my voice. "Do you know how long it's been since we had five minutes alone? I just want a chance to relax tonight. No homework, no tests..."
"No roommates?" Tobias asked archly.
"I love my roommate," I said fervently. "I love how considerate and understanding he is."
"You are so full of shit, Marco."
"I especially love how willing he is to negotiate," I added with a grin.
He paused, then shut the freezer and crossed his arms. "Make this good."
Hurdle one: passed. If he was willing to hear me out I could probably talk him into something.
I started ticking off points on my fingers. "I'll lend you my car for the night, plus as often as you like for the next week."
"All summer," Tobias countered.
"Two weeks."
"End of next month."
"Deal." Tobias was planning to buy a motorcycle this summer, anyway. He probably wouldn't want the car for more than a few weeks. "As long as I don't have anything planned with my dad for that day, the car is yours."
"Of course," Tobias hedged, "I don't actually have anywhere to go tonight. Rachel's already moved out of the dorm for the summer. And it's not like I can stay at her mother's or anything."
He really couldn't. Assuming Rachel's mom didn't glare him to death, her little sisters would probably molest him in his sleep. I sighed. "Fine. I will pay for you to get a hotel room tonight. But you're staying at the Motel Six. I find any charges for the Hilton on my card I'm reporting you to the credit card company."
"Quality Inn."
"Deal."
Tobias smirked and held out his hand. I fished a credit card out of my wallet and handed it over with only a brief moment of regret.
Tobias disappeared upstairs, taking the stairs at a near run when only a few minutes ago he'd been staggering like someone on the wrong end of a five day drunk. I had barely had time to shrug out of my jacket and try to find something edible - no wonder Tobias had been so unenthusiastic about the contents of the fridge. It was like a grocery store died in there or something. Who the hell shopped this week? Oh, wait. That was supposed to be me - when he came barreling down the stairs, his backpack slung over his shoulder and his cell phone held between his shoulder and his ear. "No, the Quality Inn on Broad. Well, it's nicer than the one down on West Ingram. Yeah, completely on Marco's dime," He flashed me a toothy grin. "No it was totally bribery. What you thought he did it out of the kindness of his heart?"
I flipped him off and he laughed.
"Oh hey, Jake called earlier and said that he was going to beg out of the pub crawl tonight. So he'll be back a little after ten." Tobias grinned. "I thought that would get a smile on your face."
"Just go spend my money, you twat," I said without heat. He didn't exactly need urging; he was halfway out the front door when I suddenly remembered something. "And no room service!"
I heard my car start up, then drive away.
The house was ours for the night. And Jake was coming home earlier than expected.
Ten o'clock could not possibly come fast enough. Doctor Peabody could have shown up with the Way Back Machine and taken me into the future and it still would have involved too much waiting. I passed the time watching TV, playing video games, putzing around on the computer, reading Jake's newest issue of the US News and World Report and then spent a solid hour staring at the ceiling and mentally chanting: "Do not jump his bones as soon as he walks in the door. Do not jump his bones as soon as he walks in the door."
Just about ten-thirty, I heard his keys in the lock.
"I'm in the rec room," I called, swallowing the urge to get up and pounce.
"Hey," he called back, and damned if the sound of his voice didn't make me hard.
Don't jump his bones. Do not jump his bones. Bad Marco.
Oh to hell with it.
He appeared in the doorway, tired but smiling, having already lost his coat and backpack at some point. His hair was a mess, like it always is, and his clothes had seen better days. I wondered idly if he'd bothered doing the laundry since finals started, but that was as rational as my thought process was getting.
Fifteen seconds after he walked in the front door I had him pressed against the wall, my tongue in his mouth, my hands in his hair, and his hands working at the buttons on my jeans.
So very glad I wasn't the only one in on the gameplan for the night.
"Tobias," Jake managed to gasp.
"No," I muttered against his neck as I shoved his jeans down to his knees. "I'm Marco."
He pulled my hair for that one. "Where is Tobias, you wiseass?"
"Quality Inn, getting lucky with Rachel." He slid his hands inside my boxers and I temporarily lost my train of thought. "More of that, please."
Jake obliged enthusiastically.
It wasn't soft and fluffy, or particularly romantic, but there's something to be said for sex for sex sake. Sex's sake? Whatever. Point is I don't need flowers and silk sheets and almond scented lubricated to make this work for me. I'll take him standing up against the wall.
I'll take him any way I can get him.
And when he's gasping my name over and over, his hands gripping me, legs wrapped around me - well, trust me. I'm definitely not settling for second best.
A few minutes passed while we both concentrated on little things like breathing and not falling down. It was mostly my weight keeping us both upright; I had Jake pressed into the wall so he probably couldn't move unless he really tried. He was running his hands over my back, back and forth, soothing and arousing at the same time. "That was fun," he said a little breathlessly. "Can we do that again?"
Just the thought... "Gimme a minute and we can even do it in a bed."
He hummed into my hair. "I'll get spoiled."
I lapped at the skin of his throat, above the t-shirt I hadn't quite gotten around to removing. "And you have to take the rest of your clothes off."
"Only if you take them off of me," he countered throatily.
"Upstairs," I said in a voice so strained I barely recognized it. "Now."
****
The phone rang sometime the next morning, waking Tobias from the most restful night's sleep he'd had in days. He stirred, yawned, and waited for it to stop, which it did only to start up again.
Rachel muttered irritably and buried her head under the pillow. Tobias gave up and answered it. "Hello?"
"Tobias? S'Marco."
Tobias scrubbed a hand over his eyes. "What's up?"
Marco sounded sheepish. "Listen, wanna make a weekend of it?"
Tobias laughed, drawing a curious, sleepy gaze from Rachel. "Deal. As long as you're still paying."
"Cheap at twice the price, 'Bias."
"Yeah." He reached over and brushed a strand of hair away from Rachel's eyes, smiling. "It really is."
Rated R for language and Jake/Marco-ness. I screw with canon, but it's not terribly relevent. You have been warned!
Impatient
It cost me fifty bucks, the use of my car and probably my undying soul to get Tobias out of the house for the night.
Usually he's more cooperative than that but it's been a long couple of weeks for him too. So I didn't whine too much and when he bitched about having to spend the night in a hotel, I offered him my credit card. He was halfway out the door five seconds later, with a backpack full of clothes over one shoulder, talking to Rachel on the cell.
I'm pretty sure I just got played.
My moral outrage and bruised pride are swiftly beaten down by my frustrated libido, though, and Tobias manages to drive off in my car without being beaned in the back of the head with a coffee mug. Anyway, having the house to ourselves, just me and Jake for a night, is cheap at twice the cost.
When I say frustrated I mean frustrated. Screaming, tearing my hair out and kicking walls frustrated. I haven't gotten laid in two weeks and that makes for a very cranky Marco, boys and girls.
Maybe it wouldn't be so bad if Jake were in another country, or outer space or something. Somewhere totally inaccessible where my only option was to suck it up and deal until he got back. But the only problem is that our schedules have been so conflicting lately.
Finals week hit both of us hard. Partly because of a mutual course overload: Jake's carrying 22 credits - a normal courseload is about 16 per semester. I'm taking 20 myself, not counting the non-credit labs that are required for my compsci classes. Going into finals week it just got worse. My labs started early, his workshops ran late. By the time he got home I was asleep, by the time he woke up I had left. Oh, yeah, we managed the odd kiss and grope here and there, but that's not quite the same. And, I'll be honest with you, I'm not exactly the poster boy for abstinence. Actually, I'm more of the anti-abstinence poster boy. The 'get it as often as you can and in as many interesting ways possible' poster boy.
Jake on the other hand, is very good at self-denial. There is a land out there where everyone lives in a constant state of frustrated desire, clinging desperately to some kind of bizarre belief that just because you want something isn't a good enough reason to go out and get it. Jake is their king. I think he could probably give up sex altogether and only be mildly irritable for the rest of his life. I, meanwhile, am perilously close to building some sort of super weapon in my basement.
The first few days weren't so bad - contrary to whatever Tobias may tell you we don't actually fuck every five minutes. They way he tells it we take frequent breaks from class and excuse ourselves from the dinner table just to feel each other up. I'll have you know that he is exaggerating in a gross manner. It's only every twenty minutes and don't you forget it.
A few days wasn't so bad. Even I could handle that. Then a week went by and sleeping in the same bed as him was kind of like torture. Chinese water torture - something seemingly harmless that eventually killed you in a horribly painful way. I could touch him, smell him but I was too tired to move, let alone engage in strenuous physical activities. Hell, even not-so-strenuous activities.
Right about now you're probably thinking "oh get real, it's just a couple weeks!". Well, let me ask you something: Have you ever had sex with Jake? No? Then trust me, you don't know what you're missing. You poor slobs.
So I got a little... impatient.
The last day of finals rolled around, starting like most of the others. My alarm went off a quarter to six, giving me exactly forty-five minutes to get dressed and haul my butt to the lab - which I could manage if I didn't try to eat breakfast. Jake was sprawled over most of the bed; when he's really tired he tends to just kind of fling himself onto the bed and worry about whether all of him fits after he wakes up. I crawled out from under the arm and leg pinning me to the bed and cursed my professor quite heartily.
The lab was just a final prep for the exam, which was scheduled for ten. After lunch I presented my final project for political science, sat through a handful of other presentations and at five I was officially done for the year. Grades would take a while, but I wasn't worried about that part. I'm pretty damned smart, you know.
On the way home, I hatched my evil plan.
Jake wouldn't be back for a while yet. I knew his schedule like the back of my hand and his creative writing workshop ran from 8-10. Assuming they finished on time, which they never did, and assuming that they didn't go get a drink or anything afterwards, which they probably would, the earliest he could possibly make it back to the house was 10:15. I figured he'd probably be later than that, but not much past midnight. He was as tired as I was, and I know he'd been burning the midnight oil. He was probably having longing dreams about sleeping for ten hours straight and staying in his pajamas all day.
Plus, not to toot my own horn or anything, but Jake knew my schedule, too. And I don't think it was unreasonable of me to act on the assumption that he'd enjoy having a night of hot, unrestrained sex to make up for the last week or so.
I was entertaining thoughts of, well, let's just say that I have a vivid imagination, when I got home.
Tobias was coming down the stairs when I walked in the front door. He had obviously just woken, tousled and bleary-eyed, dressed in boxer shorts and an old t-shirt that had seen better days. He yawned behind his fist and sort of made this grunting sound that I took as a greeting. I waved and pasted on my most pleasantly endearing expression. Tobias featured heavily in my evil plan. Well, at least his complacence did.
"You look cheerful," Tobias observed, planting both feet as he swayed slightly on the stairs. "Whatever you're up to, I want no part of it."
"What makes you think I'm up to anything?"
"I've known you for how long?"
Damn. He had me there. "I need a favor," I admitted, following him into the kitchen.
"No."
"I haven't even asked yet," I countered. "Maybe it's a reasonable favor. Maybe it's a favor you'll be happy to do for your dear, wonderful friend and roommate who cut you such a great deal on the rent."
"Jake cut me a good deal on the rent," Tobias shot back, poking his head inside the fridge. "Your exact words were 'hey, he's got nowhere else to go! Maybe we can make him pay the whole thing'."
"Those weren't my exact words. And I meant them in a totally supportive way."
"Then you tried to charge Rachel a visitation fee." Tobias poked half-heartedly at the contents of the fridge, taking out a tupperware container full of something sort of yellow-ish and staring at it for a minute.
"Okay, can we go back to the part where you're doing me a favor?"
Tobias abandoned the yellow stuff and started digging through the freezer. "At no point did we determine I was going to do you a favor."
"Come on." I leaned against the wall beside the refrigerator and let just a little bit of a whine creep into my voice. "Do you know how long it's been since we had five minutes alone? I just want a chance to relax tonight. No homework, no tests..."
"No roommates?" Tobias asked archly.
"I love my roommate," I said fervently. "I love how considerate and understanding he is."
"You are so full of shit, Marco."
"I especially love how willing he is to negotiate," I added with a grin.
He paused, then shut the freezer and crossed his arms. "Make this good."
Hurdle one: passed. If he was willing to hear me out I could probably talk him into something.
I started ticking off points on my fingers. "I'll lend you my car for the night, plus as often as you like for the next week."
"All summer," Tobias countered.
"Two weeks."
"End of next month."
"Deal." Tobias was planning to buy a motorcycle this summer, anyway. He probably wouldn't want the car for more than a few weeks. "As long as I don't have anything planned with my dad for that day, the car is yours."
"Of course," Tobias hedged, "I don't actually have anywhere to go tonight. Rachel's already moved out of the dorm for the summer. And it's not like I can stay at her mother's or anything."
He really couldn't. Assuming Rachel's mom didn't glare him to death, her little sisters would probably molest him in his sleep. I sighed. "Fine. I will pay for you to get a hotel room tonight. But you're staying at the Motel Six. I find any charges for the Hilton on my card I'm reporting you to the credit card company."
"Quality Inn."
"Deal."
Tobias smirked and held out his hand. I fished a credit card out of my wallet and handed it over with only a brief moment of regret.
Tobias disappeared upstairs, taking the stairs at a near run when only a few minutes ago he'd been staggering like someone on the wrong end of a five day drunk. I had barely had time to shrug out of my jacket and try to find something edible - no wonder Tobias had been so unenthusiastic about the contents of the fridge. It was like a grocery store died in there or something. Who the hell shopped this week? Oh, wait. That was supposed to be me - when he came barreling down the stairs, his backpack slung over his shoulder and his cell phone held between his shoulder and his ear. "No, the Quality Inn on Broad. Well, it's nicer than the one down on West Ingram. Yeah, completely on Marco's dime," He flashed me a toothy grin. "No it was totally bribery. What you thought he did it out of the kindness of his heart?"
I flipped him off and he laughed.
"Oh hey, Jake called earlier and said that he was going to beg out of the pub crawl tonight. So he'll be back a little after ten." Tobias grinned. "I thought that would get a smile on your face."
"Just go spend my money, you twat," I said without heat. He didn't exactly need urging; he was halfway out the front door when I suddenly remembered something. "And no room service!"
I heard my car start up, then drive away.
The house was ours for the night. And Jake was coming home earlier than expected.
Ten o'clock could not possibly come fast enough. Doctor Peabody could have shown up with the Way Back Machine and taken me into the future and it still would have involved too much waiting. I passed the time watching TV, playing video games, putzing around on the computer, reading Jake's newest issue of the US News and World Report and then spent a solid hour staring at the ceiling and mentally chanting: "Do not jump his bones as soon as he walks in the door. Do not jump his bones as soon as he walks in the door."
Just about ten-thirty, I heard his keys in the lock.
"I'm in the rec room," I called, swallowing the urge to get up and pounce.
"Hey," he called back, and damned if the sound of his voice didn't make me hard.
Don't jump his bones. Do not jump his bones. Bad Marco.
Oh to hell with it.
He appeared in the doorway, tired but smiling, having already lost his coat and backpack at some point. His hair was a mess, like it always is, and his clothes had seen better days. I wondered idly if he'd bothered doing the laundry since finals started, but that was as rational as my thought process was getting.
Fifteen seconds after he walked in the front door I had him pressed against the wall, my tongue in his mouth, my hands in his hair, and his hands working at the buttons on my jeans.
So very glad I wasn't the only one in on the gameplan for the night.
"Tobias," Jake managed to gasp.
"No," I muttered against his neck as I shoved his jeans down to his knees. "I'm Marco."
He pulled my hair for that one. "Where is Tobias, you wiseass?"
"Quality Inn, getting lucky with Rachel." He slid his hands inside my boxers and I temporarily lost my train of thought. "More of that, please."
Jake obliged enthusiastically.
It wasn't soft and fluffy, or particularly romantic, but there's something to be said for sex for sex sake. Sex's sake? Whatever. Point is I don't need flowers and silk sheets and almond scented lubricated to make this work for me. I'll take him standing up against the wall.
I'll take him any way I can get him.
And when he's gasping my name over and over, his hands gripping me, legs wrapped around me - well, trust me. I'm definitely not settling for second best.
A few minutes passed while we both concentrated on little things like breathing and not falling down. It was mostly my weight keeping us both upright; I had Jake pressed into the wall so he probably couldn't move unless he really tried. He was running his hands over my back, back and forth, soothing and arousing at the same time. "That was fun," he said a little breathlessly. "Can we do that again?"
Just the thought... "Gimme a minute and we can even do it in a bed."
He hummed into my hair. "I'll get spoiled."
I lapped at the skin of his throat, above the t-shirt I hadn't quite gotten around to removing. "And you have to take the rest of your clothes off."
"Only if you take them off of me," he countered throatily.
"Upstairs," I said in a voice so strained I barely recognized it. "Now."
****
The phone rang sometime the next morning, waking Tobias from the most restful night's sleep he'd had in days. He stirred, yawned, and waited for it to stop, which it did only to start up again.
Rachel muttered irritably and buried her head under the pillow. Tobias gave up and answered it. "Hello?"
"Tobias? S'Marco."
Tobias scrubbed a hand over his eyes. "What's up?"
Marco sounded sheepish. "Listen, wanna make a weekend of it?"
Tobias laughed, drawing a curious, sleepy gaze from Rachel. "Deal. As long as you're still paying."
"Cheap at twice the price, 'Bias."
"Yeah." He reached over and brushed a strand of hair away from Rachel's eyes, smiling. "It really is."