O.C. ficlet
Why does LJ hate me so much? Ugh! Anyone else having trouble for the past few days?
Anyway, here's something I wrote quickly for cheekymice. You can do it! Sorry, I couldn't resist the icon. I'm soo mean.
I guess this is R, but it's really quite tame. I don't own anything, etc.
“I thought you quit.”
Four defiant little words served to pierce him with guilt.
There’s something challenging in her voice and the swish of her hips as she strolls into the pool house, leaning against the doorframe. There’s no way to miss the way her eyes rake over his body approvingly.
“I, uh, I did.”
He pulls the cigarette from his mouth and tries to locate his discarded shirt.
Only Summer would walk in on him while he was changing…well, Seth would and has, but that’s different. Summer does it on purpose to throw him off. She likes to make him uncomfortable. It evens the playing field. He knows that somewhere deep inside she’s a little intimidated by him--she still sees the bad boy from Chino that she wanted to fuck the minute she laid eyes on him. He doubts that’ll ever go away. They’ve eye-fucked each other enough to know that there’s more than an attraction there.
“It doesn’t look like it from where I’m standing. In fact, it looks like you never stopped.”
“It relieves stress, okay?”
Cutting the distance between them in half, he realizes that he won’t be getting dressed while she’s here. He watches as she kicks his t-shirt out of reach with a satisfied smile.
Fine, he’ll play her game.
“It relieves stress, huh? You know, there are other ways to relieve stress.”
There’s a dare in her words, taunting him.
“Sure,” he says, curtly.
“So, what’s got you so stressed anyway?”
“Life?” he counters, desperately trying not to notice how tight her top is. Summer’s got a great rack and somehow he suspects she doesn’t miss his subtle appreciation of her assets, time and time again.
“Marissa and Johnny again, huh?”
“I really don’t want to talk about this.”
“You don’t want to talk about this, at all? Or you don’t want to talk about this with me?”
“I don’t know…both?”
“Fine, I can respect that.”
“Great. See ya later.”
He’s not surprised when she doesn’t budge. They stare each other down until he’s forced to look away.
“You know what you need? Positive reinforcement,” she concludes with a sly wink.
She licks her lips and it makes his stomach clench.
“Take off your pants.”
The wind is knocked out of him.
“P-Positive reinforcement? My pants? Summer, what do you--”
“Do it, Chino! You don’t want to see me get angry.”
He’s frozen in place.
Rolling her eyes, Summer pushes him hard. Caught off guard, he stumbles backward landing none too gracefully on the bed.
The cigarette lays crushed on the floor.
She’s straddling him before he has time to process what the hell is going on. Her hips grind into his, working a magic rhythm. Hands splayed on his bare chest, she rocks back and forth, eyes closed and mouth open.
Her eyes snap back to him and she gets a secret smile on her face. Crawling down his body, she slips one tiny hand into already unbuttoned jeans, pulling down the zipper with her actions. A guttural moan escapes him when she finds him hard and aching in his boxers.
One perfectly plucked eyebrow quirks up and her eyes dance with merriment. “I approve,” she says through a tight smile.
Stripping him of his pants and boxers, Summer takes a moment to feast her eyes on his body. He can feel it as if she’s touching him and then she is touching him. His cheeks get warm from the murmurings of approval and yearning she whispers in his ear before she takes a quick nip and works her way down his chest, stopping to pluck at his nipples and another quick nip before her hands and mouth slide down his abdomen and then meet their target.
Ryan senses that she’s a little hesitant, that maybe she’s going to back out and never speak to him again, but in true Summer fashion, she perseveres, pushing past any coiled nervousness and touches her tongue to the thick, throbbing head of his cock.
He gasps.
She gasps.
Their eyes meet.
Ryan smiles to reassure her. She smiles back, holding his eyes as her mouth engulfs him fully. He rears off the mattress, consumed with the feel of her hot tongue swirling around the sensitive ridge of his dick.
He forces himself to settle down, grabbing the sheets to stop himself from tangling his fingers in her hair and…
And dear God, Seth is a lucky guy. She’s no expert. It’s sloppy and loud as her mouth slurps and sucks. But the fact that she’s willing to do it when Marissa has to close her eyes before she’ll even think if touching him there…? It speaks volumes.
Her nails dig into the back of his thighs as her tempo picks up. It’s a little painful and he wonders if it’s actually physical or if the pain of betrayal is spilling out instead. He remembers when sex was easy…when girls were easy. When they lined up for him and didn’t screw around with his emotions. Back in Chino, a blowjob in a back room was nothing. It didn’t mean anything but a good time.
This is Newport and the rules are different, but it’s not like he’s going to tell her to stop. He does have to admit to himself that even in Chino a blowjob from someone else’s girl wasn’t cool. And he can’t dwell on it, not when Summer’s mouth is so wet and hot, moving over him with unpracticed ecstasy.
And when he comes, she swallows, triumphant smile on her face as she leaves him with one last kiss on the head of his cock before sitting up and pushing her hair behind her ear.
“There,” she says, wiping at the corner of her mouth daintily, like her wicked lips weren’t wrapped around his cock moments ago. She can be such a contradiction. “Stress all gone?”
Nodding is the only function he seems to be capable of.
Just like that she gets up and straightens out her clothes, like her mission has been accomplished and there’s no reason to stay.
Ryan closes his eyes and lets his thoughts swirl around in his jumbled brain. Talk about confusing.
She’s almost out the door before she pivots around and calls to him.
“Hey, Atwood?”
He garners the energy to raise his head and look her in the eye. It’s the least he can do.
“Yeah?”
“Any time you feel like a smoke…call me.”
Ah, he gets it now. Positive reinforcement.
--end--
Anyway, here's something I wrote quickly for cheekymice. You can do it! Sorry, I couldn't resist the icon. I'm soo mean.
I guess this is R, but it's really quite tame. I don't own anything, etc.
“I thought you quit.”
Four defiant little words served to pierce him with guilt.
There’s something challenging in her voice and the swish of her hips as she strolls into the pool house, leaning against the doorframe. There’s no way to miss the way her eyes rake over his body approvingly.
“I, uh, I did.”
He pulls the cigarette from his mouth and tries to locate his discarded shirt.
Only Summer would walk in on him while he was changing…well, Seth would and has, but that’s different. Summer does it on purpose to throw him off. She likes to make him uncomfortable. It evens the playing field. He knows that somewhere deep inside she’s a little intimidated by him--she still sees the bad boy from Chino that she wanted to fuck the minute she laid eyes on him. He doubts that’ll ever go away. They’ve eye-fucked each other enough to know that there’s more than an attraction there.
“It doesn’t look like it from where I’m standing. In fact, it looks like you never stopped.”
“It relieves stress, okay?”
Cutting the distance between them in half, he realizes that he won’t be getting dressed while she’s here. He watches as she kicks his t-shirt out of reach with a satisfied smile.
Fine, he’ll play her game.
“It relieves stress, huh? You know, there are other ways to relieve stress.”
There’s a dare in her words, taunting him.
“Sure,” he says, curtly.
“So, what’s got you so stressed anyway?”
“Life?” he counters, desperately trying not to notice how tight her top is. Summer’s got a great rack and somehow he suspects she doesn’t miss his subtle appreciation of her assets, time and time again.
“Marissa and Johnny again, huh?”
“I really don’t want to talk about this.”
“You don’t want to talk about this, at all? Or you don’t want to talk about this with me?”
“I don’t know…both?”
“Fine, I can respect that.”
“Great. See ya later.”
He’s not surprised when she doesn’t budge. They stare each other down until he’s forced to look away.
“You know what you need? Positive reinforcement,” she concludes with a sly wink.
She licks her lips and it makes his stomach clench.
“Take off your pants.”
The wind is knocked out of him.
“P-Positive reinforcement? My pants? Summer, what do you--”
“Do it, Chino! You don’t want to see me get angry.”
He’s frozen in place.
Rolling her eyes, Summer pushes him hard. Caught off guard, he stumbles backward landing none too gracefully on the bed.
The cigarette lays crushed on the floor.
She’s straddling him before he has time to process what the hell is going on. Her hips grind into his, working a magic rhythm. Hands splayed on his bare chest, she rocks back and forth, eyes closed and mouth open.
Her eyes snap back to him and she gets a secret smile on her face. Crawling down his body, she slips one tiny hand into already unbuttoned jeans, pulling down the zipper with her actions. A guttural moan escapes him when she finds him hard and aching in his boxers.
One perfectly plucked eyebrow quirks up and her eyes dance with merriment. “I approve,” she says through a tight smile.
Stripping him of his pants and boxers, Summer takes a moment to feast her eyes on his body. He can feel it as if she’s touching him and then she is touching him. His cheeks get warm from the murmurings of approval and yearning she whispers in his ear before she takes a quick nip and works her way down his chest, stopping to pluck at his nipples and another quick nip before her hands and mouth slide down his abdomen and then meet their target.
Ryan senses that she’s a little hesitant, that maybe she’s going to back out and never speak to him again, but in true Summer fashion, she perseveres, pushing past any coiled nervousness and touches her tongue to the thick, throbbing head of his cock.
He gasps.
She gasps.
Their eyes meet.
Ryan smiles to reassure her. She smiles back, holding his eyes as her mouth engulfs him fully. He rears off the mattress, consumed with the feel of her hot tongue swirling around the sensitive ridge of his dick.
He forces himself to settle down, grabbing the sheets to stop himself from tangling his fingers in her hair and…
And dear God, Seth is a lucky guy. She’s no expert. It’s sloppy and loud as her mouth slurps and sucks. But the fact that she’s willing to do it when Marissa has to close her eyes before she’ll even think if touching him there…? It speaks volumes.
Her nails dig into the back of his thighs as her tempo picks up. It’s a little painful and he wonders if it’s actually physical or if the pain of betrayal is spilling out instead. He remembers when sex was easy…when girls were easy. When they lined up for him and didn’t screw around with his emotions. Back in Chino, a blowjob in a back room was nothing. It didn’t mean anything but a good time.
This is Newport and the rules are different, but it’s not like he’s going to tell her to stop. He does have to admit to himself that even in Chino a blowjob from someone else’s girl wasn’t cool. And he can’t dwell on it, not when Summer’s mouth is so wet and hot, moving over him with unpracticed ecstasy.
And when he comes, she swallows, triumphant smile on her face as she leaves him with one last kiss on the head of his cock before sitting up and pushing her hair behind her ear.
“There,” she says, wiping at the corner of her mouth daintily, like her wicked lips weren’t wrapped around his cock moments ago. She can be such a contradiction. “Stress all gone?”
Nodding is the only function he seems to be capable of.
Just like that she gets up and straightens out her clothes, like her mission has been accomplished and there’s no reason to stay.
Ryan closes his eyes and lets his thoughts swirl around in his jumbled brain. Talk about confusing.
She’s almost out the door before she pivots around and calls to him.
“Hey, Atwood?”
He garners the energy to raise his head and look her in the eye. It’s the least he can do.
“Yeah?”
“Any time you feel like a smoke…call me.”
Ah, he gets it now. Positive reinforcement.
--end--