fanfic: Dorm Life, NC-17 (Artie/Quinn)
Title: Dorm Life
Author: ipickquinn & backitup_baby
Pairings/Characters: Artie/Quinn
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 6,513
Spoilers: none
Summary: Quinn and Artie move into the dorms and spend their first real night together.
A/N: This fic was written by ipickquinn (as Quinn) and backitup_baby (as Artie)!
( Artie/Quinn 'verse masterlist)
Dorm Life
Moving into the dorms was a very tiring experience. She lived in the third floor and there was no elevator and Quinn was just really tired. Her roommate, Claire, was talking a million miles a minute about how she was so excited for the semester and for classes to start and blah blah blah blah... all the words were sort of running together. That was exhausting too, just listening to her.
“Uh, hey Claire... I have to go visit my boyfriend, so I’ll see you later,” Quinn managed to get out as Claire had stopped talking briefly to take a breath (she had such amazing lung capacity).
Claire looked over at Quinn slightly disappointed then tilted her head. “Oh, okay we can keep talking when you get back!”
“Oh. Yeah, sure.” Except Quinn was fairly sure she wasn’t coming back to the room. She hoped not anyway. She wondered if Claire stopped long enough to sleep. Oh God what if she talked in her sleep?
Quinn grabbed her purse and looked around a few moments before finding her key lanyard (go Redhawks!) before smiling at Claire briefly. “So see you later!”
She made her way out of her dorm, looking around at her classmates, before finally making her way out and over to Artie’s building. She had already been there earlier so she knew where to go and once she got to his door, knocked.
Artie let Quinn in and grinned at her from the comfort of his pristine, huge (since he was the only person living in it) room. He lived on the ground floor and his parents had set up everything for him, even though he’d offered about ten times to help unpack and put things away. He figured they were just really bummed about their baby moving out, which he kind of understood because he’d definitely miss them too but right now he was just really ready to be actually independent from them.
“Took you long enough,” he said, closing the door behind her and tugging her towards him.
“Oh my God, my roommate wouldn’t shut up. And I was just collapsed on my bed for a while, tired from dragging all those boxes up three flights of stairs. Ugh,” she said dramatically before leaning down to kiss him. Pulling back, she pouted. “I missed you.”
“She seemed nice,” Artie said doubtfully, pulling Quinn onto his lap. “I just saw you earlier. But I missed you too.
“Can I stay with you tonight?” Quinn asked, resting her head on his shoulder. “I just want to cuddle with you,” she continued, feeling rather pathetic. Maybe she was a little homesick, but having Artie there with her was making the transition a little better.
Artie moved his arms around her and leaned his head against hers. “Yeah, of course. You can stay here whenever.” They’d all gone out to dinner a little while ago, then his parents had come back to tidy up (even though he hadn’t even made any messes...) before going back to their hotel. Artie kind of had a bit of a food baby so he was definitely interested in falling asleep soon. Or was that really lame now that he was in college?
Quinn kissed his neck, already feeling sleepy and comfortable. “Thanks. Um, I was in a hurry to escape my roommate that I forgot pajamas. Can I steal a shirt?”
“Yeah, that drawer,” he said, pointing in the appropriate direction. “I have a feeling you’re about to look even cuter than usual.”
Quinn gave him another kiss on the cheek before getting off his lap and walking over to the dresser. “Oh my God, you’re mom so organized this. Look at how perfect all the shirts are folded. I almost feel bad for taking one,” she said giggling before pulling out a plain white t-shirt.
She peeled of her shorts and shirt, then turned her back as she took her bra off (an ironic attempt at modesty) before pulling Artie’s shirt on and turning back around. “Do I look cute? I mean, I think my underwear are pretty cute. They have hearts on them,” she smirked.
Artie leaned back a little in his wheelchair and grinned to himself as Quinn started taking off her clothes. “You look really damn cute right now,” he said, once she’d turned back around to face him. “I’m pretty sure that I’m never going to get tired of looking at you.”
Quinn reached up to take out her ponytail and messed her hair up a bit, looking at him with a sultry look. “Good. I’m never going to get tired of you looking at me. So are you going to get in your pjs so we can cuddle or what?”
“I can just sleep in my boxers,” Artie said, once he’d remembered how to talk. “I just have to do my bathroom stuff first though.” Three years of being good friends with Kurt had given Artie a skin care regimen that actually took some time in the evenings... sometimes longer than he would have liked, but if he didn’t do it all he’d get pimples and they’d interfere with the beard he was trying to grow! “So hold on.”
“I like you in very little clothing, so I support this plan,” she said as she folded her clothes and put them on top of his dresser. “Well I’ll wait out here then. I need to brush my teeth after you’re done though.” She might have stored one here already when she visited earlier. Was that weird?
Artie went into his bathroom and, while he was in the middle of putting toner on his face, noticed a toothbrush that definitely wasn’t his. What was that? Where did it come from? Fifteen minutes later he came back into his room and looked at her curiously. “Did you leave a toothbrush here?”
“Um... yes?” Quinn said, blushing. “Sorry. That’s weird. I like didn’t even ask you. But I think it would suck if I spend the night here and didn’t have a toothbrush and then I would have morning breath and you wouldn’t want to kiss me and--” she cut herself off. “Sorry.”
He blinked a little, not really sure how to take this. “We’ve been here for like... how long? 8 hours.” He thought about this a little more, then shrugged, trying not to smile. “You’re so crazy.”
Quinn pouted. “Are you trying not to laugh at me? I know I’m crazy... but it’s kind of endearing right?” She was seriously crazy.
Artie positioned himself next to his bed, then transferred himself onto it. This bed was seriously tiny... it was going to be interesting sleeping with Quinn tonight. “Yeah, it is, actually,” he said, pulling his shirt off and folding it before setting it on the seat of his wheelchair. “So don’t worry about it.”
“Well I would just blame you anyway, for making me crazy,” Quinn smiled shyly at him. “But I’m glad you still like me even though I’m completely nuts.” She stepped closer and sat at the end of the bed, watching him undress. “So, this bed is... small.”
“Yeah, it is,” Artie said, kind of doubtfully, shifting backwards so he could get out of his shorts. “Are we going to be able to handle this?”
“I’m definitely up to the challenge if you are,” Quinn said, helping tug Artie’s shorts down, feeling impatient. Not like they were going to do that because she really was too tired to right now, but she was really excited about spending the night with him and cuddling. “We can just be really close.”
Artie folded his shorts once they were off, then put them on top of his shirt. “Okay, I’m up for it,” he said, turning himself so he could get underneath the blanket. “I’ll wake you up if you get in my personal business in the middle of the night.”
Quinn just smirked and moved down so she could get under the covers too. “Really, I think it would be you getting in my personal business.” She laid on her side to face him and leaned forward to kiss him on the lips. “Though I wouldn’t mind.”
Artie grinned some more at her, then sat up so he could first adjust himself a little more on the bed and then lean backwards and sideways to hit the lights. “Love you,” he said once he lay back down, yawning a little.
Yawns were infectious or something because Quinn yawned too. Well added to the fact that she was already pretty exhausted. “Love you too,” she said back, burying her face into the crook of his neck. She breathed in deeply a few times, calming down from the hectic day she had when she smelled... oranges? “Baby, you smell like citrus. Did you know that?”
Artie opened his eyes in the dark and yawned again. “What? Oh, yeah, Kurt. He got me some new face stuff as a going away present. Does it smell good?” This was completely normal to him.
Quinn nodded into his neck. “You smell really good.” She snuggled in further, feeling herself growing even more sleepy. “Good night.”
They both fell asleep quickly after that, sleeping surprisingly well for being on such a tiny bed. When the light started streaming in, Quinn felt herself stirring awake but snuggled into Artie to try and put off waking up. Except she felt something... down there. She pulled back slightly and lifted the cover to look in between them and immediately started giggling.
Lifting her head back up she slowly started kissing Artie’s shoulder and neck. “Baby, wake up,” she said gently.
Artie opened his eyes after a moment and blinked a little, then moved an arm up over his face to try and block out the light. “Shh,” he said, pouting. “What are you doing to me?”
Quinn giggled and continued kissing him. “Trying to wake you up. Well the rest of you up,” she said, amused.
“What do you mean?” he asked, still pouting, before his mind suddenly snapped on and he realized what she was getting at. “Oh. Um, ignore it.”
“Why would I want to ignore it?” Quinn asked before starting to suck lightly on his collarbone.
“So we can get back to sleep,” he said, in turn trying to ignore Quinn. He was actually feeling weirdly embarrassed about this. “It just happens sometimes... I don’t know. It’s not like you did anything.”
“I know that it just happens sometimes. I mean, in theory. Were you having a good dream?” She asked, giggling again then went back to kissing. She didn’t know why he was acting like he did something wrong. Obviously Quinn was enjoying this surprise opportunity so he had nothing to be embarrassed about.
“I don’t know what I was dreaming about,” Artie mumbled, his eyes still closed. “It doesn’t have to come with one of those dreams.” He really just wanted to go to sleep but Quinn clearly wanted none of that.
“Why are you acting so embarrassed?” Quinn said, propping her head on her hand.
“It’s embarrassing,” he said, not really knowing how else to explain it. “That’s why.”
“Well it’s not like I don’t like it so you don’t have to be embarrassed,” Quinn said, feeling slightly confused about the whole situation.
Artie moved his arm away from his face and opened his eyes. “Okay,” he said, blinking a little more and yawning. “Are we really not going back to sleep?”
Quinn rolled her eyes slightly. “Well if you want to go back to sleep then go back to sleep. I’ll leave you alone.”
“I can’t just go back to sleep that easily,” Artie said, whining slightly. “You very deliberately woke me up. And now we’re having a conversation. And I’m very awkwardly aware of my penis.”
“Yeah, I was very aware of it too when I woke up,” Quinn said, back to being amused now. “But I’ll stop talking if you want to go back to bed. I mean, I’ll just be forced to go back to my room and interact with my crazy roommate. I wonder if she injects coffee straight into her veins...” she trailed off, realizing that her continued talking wasn’t really helping Artie get back to sleep.
Artie just raised his eyebrows at her while she kept talking, unimpressed. “Do you want to have sex or something so we can get rid of this and go back to sleep?” he asked, yawning.
Quinn scowled at Artie. “At least act like you want to have sex with me.”
“Of course I do,” he said, unbothered by her scowl. “Come on, let’s make out.”
Moving to lie on her stomach, she hovered over Artie, still not fully done scowling. “Are you sure you want to kiss me? You’re not just saying this so you can get this over and go back to bed?”
“Can’t it be both?” he said, moving his hands onto her waist and pulling her down onto him, then kissing her.
She made a disgruntled noise at him, though really it was difficult to stay annoyed with him when they were kissing. Letting herself relax against him, she kissed him back slowly at first.
Artie slowly moved his hands down from her waist onto her legs, pulling her a little closer and adjusting her on him. “Okay, yeah, this is fun,” he said, smirking up at her.
Quinn moved to straddle Artie so she could be closer and smiled down at him. “See, I knew it. You do like me,” she joked before leaning down to kiss him again.
“The condoms are in my backpack,” he said after a few minutes, once he’d pulled away to catch his breath. “Not to be presumptuous or anything.”
Breathing a little hard as well, Quinn pulled back and just rested a moment before nodding and moving off him then off the bed. She looked around a few seconds before spotting the backpack and fished out a condom.
Quinn didn’t go straight back into bed though and stood, facing the bed. “Do I still look cute?” She asked, doing an silly dance that was more like her just wiggling her hips. It was rather unexpected, but she was suddenly in a good mood. Mostly likely from the prospect of getting sex really soon.
Artie looked her over and tried not to laugh too hard. “You looked cute until the dancing,” he said, pushing himself up so he was sitting on his bed. “Especially your bedhead. That looks really good.” He pouted then and said, “Will you bring your cute self back over here?”
“Which is hotter... bedhead or sex hair?” Quinn asked as she walked back over to the bed and sat on the edge. She was a little bummed he had laughed at her dance, but he did that kind of stuff all the time so it wasn’t like he could judge her.
“Sex hair,” he answered immediately, leaning forward and kissing her again. “You can keep that shirt if you want. You look a lot better in it than I do.”
“I like wearing your clothes, so thank you,” Quinn said as she looked down at herself in his shirt. It kind of just seemed like she was checking out her boobs but she was just taking in her general appearance, which she thought looked pretty subtlety sexy. Quinn thought it was a pretty good look and Artie seemed to like it too, so...
“Stop looking at yourself and get on me,” Artie said after a moment, worried that she’d forgotten he was there too. “Please.”
Quinn quickly looked up then laughed. “Sorry. I was just, um, admiring your shirt.” Except there was nothing super special about a white t-shirt, but whatever. Smirking Quinn put her hand on Artie’s chest and pushed lightly so he would lie back down.
“You were looking at your boobs,” Artie said, obliging her and lying back down. “It’s okay. You can admit it. I’m looking at your boobs right now too.” He smirked some more at her, though he was still feeling impatient.
“Well let me know when you want to see more of my boobs,” Quinn smirked as she straddled him again. She looked down at her boobs again just to be obnoxious then looked at him again and leaned down to kiss him.
He gasped involuntarily as he returned the kiss, then worked his hands up her (well, his) shirt. “When do I ever not want to see more of your boobs?” he asked, very seriously, silently willing her to start getting him off. She’d been so fixated just a few minutes ago, so Artie didn’t really understand the sudden hold-up.
Quinn pushed her chest more into his hand, whimpering as she continued kissing him. She moved a hand down under her shirt and started pulling it up, hoping Artie would get the idea that she wanted him to take it off.
Artie got the hint instantly and helped her with the shirt, swallowing hard once he got it off of her. Somehow looking at Quinn without her clothes on (although technically he still needed to take her underwear off) never got old. “You’re so pretty,” he said, almost reflexively.
Quinn suddenly felt very sentimental or emotional or something as she looked down at Artie. She was sort of (okay not sort of, definitely) a crazy, jealous, bitch at times but when Artie looked at her like that she knew that he really loved her and that’s why they were still together. “I love. So much.”
“I love you too,” Artie said, grinning kind of goofily. He reached out again and moved his hands onto her hips, then surreptitiously traced an A onto her skin. “I feel like... I don’t know. Nevermind.” He’d suddenly wanted to get into serious conversation about the future, but that could wait until later.
She raised an eyebrow at him and looked at him expectantly, hoping he would tell her what was on his mind. Though it was difficult to want to have a real conversation when she was nearly naked on top of him. “You feel like what?”
Artie kind of figured Quinn was lucky that she was sitting on his lap, otherwise the whole morning wood situation would probably have started going away by now. “I feel like if we can get through college together we should probably just get married or something,” he said, blushing a little.
Well that wasn’t what she had been expecting at all. But it was a good surprise. “I like the way you think,” she said quietly before pulling him in for a deep kiss, wiggling slightly on his lap trying to get closer.
He instinctively tightened his hands on her hips as she moved on him, closing his eyes. He really wanted her to keep going now that she’d started but he didn’t know if she’d intended to do that. Besides, Quinn had a thing for drawing things out.
Quinn pulled away to kiss along his jaw and down his neck. “Take my underwear off,” she whispered once she kissed up below his ear.
Artie nodded a little, turning his head to kiss her cheek, before pushing her underwear down. “What now?”
She reached between them to pull her underwear away and toss them on the ground. Once that was taken care of she moved her hand back between them, smirking as she started rubbing over his boxers. “These feel a little tight. Do you want to be out of them?”
He stammered a little as he tried to answer verbally, then ended up just nodding in response once he realized that the ability to talk had just left him. “You,” he tried again after a moment, then swallowed hard. “You look way too smug.”
“Why shouldn’t I be? I’m barely touching you and you are have troubles speaking,” Quinn said, in fact quite smugly, as she moved down the bed and pulled his boxers off. Once they were gone she straddled his lower thigh and started stroking up and down his leg.
“You’re such a tease,” Artie complained, pushing himself up onto his elbows. “Although I’m glad you like my chicken legs.” He then moved his gaze a little higher on himself and raised his eyebrows a little, surprised. “That looks bigger than usual.”
Quinn bit her lip hard, trying not to bust out laughing. Once she was pretty sure she wasn’t going to basically laugh in his face (just from the hilarity of the situation, not because she thought he was small... his size was more than satisfactory) she looked at him. “Maybe you’re just extra turned on right now,” she said, her hands moving closer to his “bigger than usual” penis.
“I don’t know if that’s how it works,” he said, genuinely confused. It wasn’t as though Artie spent a lot of time checking himself out so he’d never really bothered to look in the mornings. “Will you touch me where I can actually feel it now?”
“I guess I could do that,” Quinn said smirking before gently wrapping her hand around him. “Can you feel this?” She giggled as she started moving her hand up and down slowly.
Artie bit his lip as Quinn started moving her hand, closing his eyes. “No, not really, you should do it a little harder.”
“Oh, so that’s how it’s going to be?” She asked and twisted around the head. “How about that? Can you feel that?”
He groaned and bit his lip a little harder, then forced himself to focus on talking. “A little bit,” he said, his breathing getting in the way of his being able to get words out. “But I think the only way I’m really going to be able to feel anything down there is if you just get on me.” He paused, then said, “If you don’t want it you can just send it right back.”
Quinn reached up further on the bed where she had dropped the condom before and held it out for him. “I definitely want to be on you.”
Artie ripped open the package and rolled the condom on, then looked at her expectantly. “Well, I’m all yours whenever you want me,” he said, grinning a little at her then.
Artie was still a lot better at putting on the condom so Quinn was glad he took care of it. She moved up so she was straddling him, but didn’t move down on him yet. Instead she took one of his hands and moved it between her thighs. “Do you think I’m wet enough?” She asked, smirking. Quinn was definitely turned on but it was too good an opportunity to pass up teasing Artie and see his brain explode.
After having dated Quinn for two and a half (?!) years by this point, Artie knew what she was trying to do with this but it didn’t mean he liked it. “Yeah, definitely,” he said, trying hard to keep his voice steady. “I think you were the one who was actually having good dreams last night.” He wondered briefly if he should take advantage of having his hand there, then decided that since she was trying to torture him he wouldn’t.
Quinn put her other hand on Artie’s shoulder to stabilize herself then used her other hand to move his. “I’m really wet for you. See, I like being able to see how much you want me but you have to feel it,” she said quietly before kissing him.
It was difficult for Artie to resist Quinn when she was like this so he gave in (not that it’d taken her very long to break down his fake-resistance) and moved his hand up to lightly rub her clit. “How’s this?” he asked, kissing her again.
“Mmm, so good,” Quinn moaned softly. She went back to rubbing his thighs, not really keen on the idea of touching the condom because it was all gooey and stuff. Ugh, stupid condoms. “Do you want me to get on you now?”
“Of course I do,” he said, trying not to sound too eager (because then she’d probably not get on him). He moved his hand out of the way and leaned back again, biting his lip some more as he tried to be patient.
Quinn bit her lip and shifted so she was positioned above him then used her hand to align him at her entrance. “I think I’m done with teasing for now,” she said before lowering herself down on him.
“Oh, good,” Artie said, though the words came out a little less coherently than he would’ve liked. “Do you want me to sit back up? Or what-- whatever you want me to do.”
Still biting her lip, Quinn nodded slightly. “It’s hard to kiss you... well harder--” she broke off giggling, thinking about the situation they were in and how appropriate the word ‘hard’ was. “Just, yes. Please.”
Artie wasn’t sure why Quinn had suddenly started laughing while he was inside her but he hoped that it wasn’t because... well, he really didn’t know what would be worse, her laughing because it wasn’t any good for her or her laughing because he looked funny or something. “Okay,” he said, looking a little worried, and sat back up.
Quinn moved with him, straddling him better once he was sat up and started moving slowly up and down, forgetting what she had even been laughing about. “Much better, now I can do this,” she said before kissing him.
He moved his hands onto her thighs and leaned in a little more so he could kiss her better, closing his eyes again. At least she had stopped laughing by now. Maybe it had been a one-time moment of amusement.
Moving her hands up to cup his face, Quinn kissed him more deeply, suddenly really into it. Not that she wasn’t always into kissing her boyfriend, but just at that moment she really wanted... no, needed, to be kissing him. Caught up in the momentum, she started moving on him faster as well.
Artie really liked kissing Quinn too but it was getting increasingly difficult to actually kiss her properly, now that she was moving faster. He also had to concentrate on being quiet, since they’d just spent another summer having sex at his house while his parents were working and they’d basically not bothered with that. Although Quinn was actually the loud one. But still. He pulled away after a moment because when they were kissing he couldn’t look at her. “I love you so much,” he said then, feeling really emotional all of a sudden.
Breathing hard, Quinn took a few moments to catch her breath before responding. “I love you too,” she said back as she moved her hands down from his face onto his shoulders. “A lot. A lot, a lot.” Words just seemed to be coming out of Quinn’s mouth at this point, but repeating herself really did emphasize the point.
He brought his hands up to her waist and grinned at her. “I’m glad you decided to go out with me,” he said then, his voice a little dry. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.” Well, he probably would have dated Tina... but that wasn’t something that needed to be said out loud.
“My life would suck without you,” she half sang quietly, which was actually quite difficult to sing while moving on him like this because she was already pretty breathless. “You wanted me so bad then already. Your hands were all over me when we were partners,” she said teasingly then smirked at him.
“Yeah, well,” Artie said, grinning some more and pulling her closer, tightening his arms around her. “You were always really pretty.” It was crazy to think that now they were freshmen in college. Although it always kind of boggled him, thinking that he was still dating Quinn Fabray. “You aren’t. Please don’t try and be all like. You know. Here.” It was really hard for him to formulate a complete sentence, apparently.
Quinn’s eyebrows furrowed slightly in confusion because even though Artie often babbled a lot of nonsense while they were having sex, that hadn’t made any sense to her at all. “Baby, what are you talking about?”
Artie closed his eyes momentarily, trying to concentrate. “You don’t want to try and be bitch in charge or whatever the phrase is here, right?”
This was really sudden and baffling to Quinn but she grinned at him. “I don’t see why anything would change just because we’re not in Lima,” she said leaning down to kiss his neck and up to his ear, “I’m always in charge,” she whispered seductively.
While this was certainly true for the majority of their relationship, Artie wasn’t sure if Quinn actually knew what he was trying to say. “Yeah, I know,” he said, turning his head to kiss her. “I like you that way.”
“I know you do,” she grinned at him, grinding down slightly. “So why are you talking about it?”
Artie had just gotten out “I’m actually trying to say--” before Quinn moved harder on him and he had to close his eyes. “I mean like Santana is.”
Quinn abruptly stopped moving on Artie and pulled back to glare at him. “What the fuck are you talking about? Why are you thinking about Santana right now?”
He bit his lip hard once Quinn had come to a stop and tried to calm down for the time being. “I’m not,” he said, breathing heavily still. “I’m trying to say that. You know how she’s still a crazy bitch at Indiana?” He clearly had no problem thinking about Santana as a bitch but he admittedly did have a mental block regarding thinking about Quinn as having been one in the past. “I don’t want you to. Do that. Here. Unless you want to. But I’ll be a little upset. Can we please have sex again? I’m not thinking about anyone like that except you.”
“You can’t just bring up serious stuff like that when we’re doing this. I mean, like... I don’t want to do that either. I just want to be normal and like enjoy college and be with you...” Quinn said, her voice growing quieter as she spoke until she finally trailed off.
“I’m sorry, I was just thinking about it,” Artie said, leaning in to kiss her. “And then suddenly I was talking about it. Come on, I’ll shut up this time.”
“Are you sure you can stop thinking about stuff long enough to get me off?” She asked, still slightly annoyed that he seemed to be thinking about stuff like that when they were trying to have sex.
Artie nodded a little, feeling chastised. “I’m sorry,” he said, pouting a little too. “But you need to just step it up so you can turn my mind off.”
“Is that so?” Quinn said, narrowing her eyes at him as she starting moving again. “And what would turn your mind off? Maybe some of this?” She asked, grinding down on him hard.
Artie wanted to respond positively to that, but all he could manage was a kind of strangled sounding noise. He was feeling kind of torn about Quinn’s anger though. On one hand it always made for really awesome sex but on the other hand he’d have to spend time diffusing it afterwards. He moved one hand down so he could get his thumb on her clit, hoping that would make her less annoyed with him.
Quinn let out her own moan and grabbed onto his shoulder tighter to stop herself from falling over or something. His thumb on her clit had really taken her by surprise. Taking a few moments until normal brain functions returned she looked at Artie, though she was hardly annoyed anymore. “What are you thinking about now?”
He smirked as they made eye contact, fully aware that she hadn’t been expecting that. “How good you look right now,” he said, his voice low. “You’re always really sexy, but even more so right now. I love seeing you like this.”
“Yeah?” Quinn said, thought it was more of a rhetorical question, as she started moving faster now. “I like the way you look at me. I like knowing that you want me.”
Artie opted to close his eyes instead of rolling them at her. Once he got over his temporary amusement at her narcissism, he opened them again and leaned in for another kiss. “I want you all the time.”
“I want you too,” Quinn said before pulling his face closer to kiss again. Moving even faster now, she kissed him hard, glad that Artie had apparently forgotten about his distractions earlier and they could just focus on this now.
“Oh, do you?” Artie asked, speeding his thumb up a little faster on her clit. She’d been so into herself just a moment ago that he needed the reassurance.
“Oh fuck yes,” Quinn breathed out, grinding down on him to get more friction on her clit. “I love you. And want you all the time because I love you,” she said, moaning. In her head that somehow made sense but it was hard to focus with Artie’s thumb doing that.
“Shh,” he said warningly, leaning in to kiss her again so she wouldn’t make noise. That was kind of just something he had to say on principle though, since really he felt pretty good about the fact that she usually wouldn’t ever really be quiet.
Quinn let out another disgruntled moan at being shushed, though did make an effort to be quieter. Breaking their kiss she leaned her head on his shoulder. “I’ll miss being loud for you,” she mumbled against his neck, smirking slightly.
“But then it’ll be extra special next time you can be,” he said teasingly, grinning a little to himself. He then fell silent after that, letting himself get caught up in Quinn moving on him, before groaning very hypocritically.
Quinn opened her eyes, which she hadn’t been aware had closed, and looked at him. “Tisk, tisk, baby,” she said quietly and giggled before kissing his neck.
“It’s your fault that this feels so good,” Artie whispered defensively, fully aware that that made no sense.
“You love it,” she said, grinning against his neck. Quinn kissed him a few more times before moving her mouth down to suck lightly on his collarbone.
He sped his thumb up a little more and made sure his rhythm was somewhat consistent, as he was beginning to feel like he was really close to coming and wanted to make sure that he got her off too. “Yeah,” he said, breathing hard. “I love you.”
Quinn sucked harder on his collarbone as she felt herself tightening around him, feeling close to coming too. Hopefully he wouldn’t be too upset about the hickey since his shirts would probably cover it.
Artie did his best to stay silent after that, leaning his head against hers and biting his lip harder. He didn’t really trust himself to open his mouth because who knew what he’d start talking, so he settled for closing his eyes and gasping a little loudly (but it was okay because it was just breathing, right?) as he came.
Just watching Artie make those sexy faces and hearing those noises, added to the fact that Artie was still playing with her clit, not long after Artie came Quinn found herself tightening around him as she came as well. Her nails dug into Artie’s shoulder as she rode out her orgasm and finally released once she had calmed down. “Love you,” she said afterward, panting.
Artie licked his lips a little and winced slightly as he tasted blood. “Love you too,” he said, still breathing heavily. He moved his hands onto her thighs and massaged them a little as he tried to calm down.
Kissing up from his collarbone, where she did in fact leave a hickey, she kissed him on the lips and pulled back abruptly. “Did you bite your lip really hard?”
He nodded a little, pouting. “It hurts.”
“This is why being quiet during sex sucks,” she said, slightly amused before kissing his bottom lip gently. “Maybe next time you should just go for it. Your floormates would think you were a total badass when they saw me walking out after a vocal display,” she grinned, clearly too amused by all this.
“Yeah, but then they might think you were easy or something and you’re not, besides the fact that you want to have sex with me all the time,” he said, somehow with a straight face.
Quinn nodded, understanding his point. “Plus, those kinds of noises are really for your ears only,” she said before kissing him softly again. “Just like yours are for mine. We might have to hookup in your car some time just so we can be loud.” She giggled at the ridiculousness of it.
“We can definitely hook up in my car,” Artie said, taking her very seriously. He gestured for her to get off of him then so they could go back to being lazy.
Nodding, Quinn moved off him and sat on the edge of the bed. “Here, like, tie it off and I’ll throw it away,” she said, motioning down to the condom. “Then we get to cuddle more, right?”
Artie took the condom off and tied it, then gave it to Quinn. “Yeah, at least for a little bit. I told my parents I’d just call them when I woke up and then we could go to brunch. Are you and your mom coming?”
She walked the few steps over to his bathroom (he was so lucky to have one in his room, though she totally understood it) to throw it away then quickly moved back to the bed and laid down, snuggling in. “Yeah, I’m sure our moms will be thrilled to be together again. Well if they aren’t already hanging out,” she rolled her eyes slightly.
Artie pulled his boxers back on and closed his blinds a little more securely, then got back into bed. “It’s still really weird how they’re really good friends,” he said, closing his eyes. “I never saw that coming.”
“I know, it’s still weird for me too,” Quinn said, pulling the blankets back up over them. “Where are we going for brunch?” She asked, then yawned slightly.
“I don’t know, somewhere,” Artie said, blindly moving an arm around her. “Good night. Or good morning. Good whatever. Everything. I love you.”
Quinn giggled tiredly and moved closer to him to get more comfortable. “I love you too. Have a good nap,” she said, kissing his shoulder before letting herself close her eyes and relax to get ready to sleep herself.
Author: ipickquinn & backitup_baby
Pairings/Characters: Artie/Quinn
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 6,513
Spoilers: none
Summary: Quinn and Artie move into the dorms and spend their first real night together.
A/N: This fic was written by ipickquinn (as Quinn) and backitup_baby (as Artie)!
( Artie/Quinn 'verse masterlist)
Dorm Life
Moving into the dorms was a very tiring experience. She lived in the third floor and there was no elevator and Quinn was just really tired. Her roommate, Claire, was talking a million miles a minute about how she was so excited for the semester and for classes to start and blah blah blah blah... all the words were sort of running together. That was exhausting too, just listening to her.
“Uh, hey Claire... I have to go visit my boyfriend, so I’ll see you later,” Quinn managed to get out as Claire had stopped talking briefly to take a breath (she had such amazing lung capacity).
Claire looked over at Quinn slightly disappointed then tilted her head. “Oh, okay we can keep talking when you get back!”
“Oh. Yeah, sure.” Except Quinn was fairly sure she wasn’t coming back to the room. She hoped not anyway. She wondered if Claire stopped long enough to sleep. Oh God what if she talked in her sleep?
Quinn grabbed her purse and looked around a few moments before finding her key lanyard (go Redhawks!) before smiling at Claire briefly. “So see you later!”
She made her way out of her dorm, looking around at her classmates, before finally making her way out and over to Artie’s building. She had already been there earlier so she knew where to go and once she got to his door, knocked.
Artie let Quinn in and grinned at her from the comfort of his pristine, huge (since he was the only person living in it) room. He lived on the ground floor and his parents had set up everything for him, even though he’d offered about ten times to help unpack and put things away. He figured they were just really bummed about their baby moving out, which he kind of understood because he’d definitely miss them too but right now he was just really ready to be actually independent from them.
“Took you long enough,” he said, closing the door behind her and tugging her towards him.
“Oh my God, my roommate wouldn’t shut up. And I was just collapsed on my bed for a while, tired from dragging all those boxes up three flights of stairs. Ugh,” she said dramatically before leaning down to kiss him. Pulling back, she pouted. “I missed you.”
“She seemed nice,” Artie said doubtfully, pulling Quinn onto his lap. “I just saw you earlier. But I missed you too.
“Can I stay with you tonight?” Quinn asked, resting her head on his shoulder. “I just want to cuddle with you,” she continued, feeling rather pathetic. Maybe she was a little homesick, but having Artie there with her was making the transition a little better.
Artie moved his arms around her and leaned his head against hers. “Yeah, of course. You can stay here whenever.” They’d all gone out to dinner a little while ago, then his parents had come back to tidy up (even though he hadn’t even made any messes...) before going back to their hotel. Artie kind of had a bit of a food baby so he was definitely interested in falling asleep soon. Or was that really lame now that he was in college?
Quinn kissed his neck, already feeling sleepy and comfortable. “Thanks. Um, I was in a hurry to escape my roommate that I forgot pajamas. Can I steal a shirt?”
“Yeah, that drawer,” he said, pointing in the appropriate direction. “I have a feeling you’re about to look even cuter than usual.”
Quinn gave him another kiss on the cheek before getting off his lap and walking over to the dresser. “Oh my God, you’re mom so organized this. Look at how perfect all the shirts are folded. I almost feel bad for taking one,” she said giggling before pulling out a plain white t-shirt.
She peeled of her shorts and shirt, then turned her back as she took her bra off (an ironic attempt at modesty) before pulling Artie’s shirt on and turning back around. “Do I look cute? I mean, I think my underwear are pretty cute. They have hearts on them,” she smirked.
Artie leaned back a little in his wheelchair and grinned to himself as Quinn started taking off her clothes. “You look really damn cute right now,” he said, once she’d turned back around to face him. “I’m pretty sure that I’m never going to get tired of looking at you.”
Quinn reached up to take out her ponytail and messed her hair up a bit, looking at him with a sultry look. “Good. I’m never going to get tired of you looking at me. So are you going to get in your pjs so we can cuddle or what?”
“I can just sleep in my boxers,” Artie said, once he’d remembered how to talk. “I just have to do my bathroom stuff first though.” Three years of being good friends with Kurt had given Artie a skin care regimen that actually took some time in the evenings... sometimes longer than he would have liked, but if he didn’t do it all he’d get pimples and they’d interfere with the beard he was trying to grow! “So hold on.”
“I like you in very little clothing, so I support this plan,” she said as she folded her clothes and put them on top of his dresser. “Well I’ll wait out here then. I need to brush my teeth after you’re done though.” She might have stored one here already when she visited earlier. Was that weird?
Artie went into his bathroom and, while he was in the middle of putting toner on his face, noticed a toothbrush that definitely wasn’t his. What was that? Where did it come from? Fifteen minutes later he came back into his room and looked at her curiously. “Did you leave a toothbrush here?”
“Um... yes?” Quinn said, blushing. “Sorry. That’s weird. I like didn’t even ask you. But I think it would suck if I spend the night here and didn’t have a toothbrush and then I would have morning breath and you wouldn’t want to kiss me and--” she cut herself off. “Sorry.”
He blinked a little, not really sure how to take this. “We’ve been here for like... how long? 8 hours.” He thought about this a little more, then shrugged, trying not to smile. “You’re so crazy.”
Quinn pouted. “Are you trying not to laugh at me? I know I’m crazy... but it’s kind of endearing right?” She was seriously crazy.
Artie positioned himself next to his bed, then transferred himself onto it. This bed was seriously tiny... it was going to be interesting sleeping with Quinn tonight. “Yeah, it is, actually,” he said, pulling his shirt off and folding it before setting it on the seat of his wheelchair. “So don’t worry about it.”
“Well I would just blame you anyway, for making me crazy,” Quinn smiled shyly at him. “But I’m glad you still like me even though I’m completely nuts.” She stepped closer and sat at the end of the bed, watching him undress. “So, this bed is... small.”
“Yeah, it is,” Artie said, kind of doubtfully, shifting backwards so he could get out of his shorts. “Are we going to be able to handle this?”
“I’m definitely up to the challenge if you are,” Quinn said, helping tug Artie’s shorts down, feeling impatient. Not like they were going to do that because she really was too tired to right now, but she was really excited about spending the night with him and cuddling. “We can just be really close.”
Artie folded his shorts once they were off, then put them on top of his shirt. “Okay, I’m up for it,” he said, turning himself so he could get underneath the blanket. “I’ll wake you up if you get in my personal business in the middle of the night.”
Quinn just smirked and moved down so she could get under the covers too. “Really, I think it would be you getting in my personal business.” She laid on her side to face him and leaned forward to kiss him on the lips. “Though I wouldn’t mind.”
Artie grinned some more at her, then sat up so he could first adjust himself a little more on the bed and then lean backwards and sideways to hit the lights. “Love you,” he said once he lay back down, yawning a little.
Yawns were infectious or something because Quinn yawned too. Well added to the fact that she was already pretty exhausted. “Love you too,” she said back, burying her face into the crook of his neck. She breathed in deeply a few times, calming down from the hectic day she had when she smelled... oranges? “Baby, you smell like citrus. Did you know that?”
Artie opened his eyes in the dark and yawned again. “What? Oh, yeah, Kurt. He got me some new face stuff as a going away present. Does it smell good?” This was completely normal to him.
Quinn nodded into his neck. “You smell really good.” She snuggled in further, feeling herself growing even more sleepy. “Good night.”
They both fell asleep quickly after that, sleeping surprisingly well for being on such a tiny bed. When the light started streaming in, Quinn felt herself stirring awake but snuggled into Artie to try and put off waking up. Except she felt something... down there. She pulled back slightly and lifted the cover to look in between them and immediately started giggling.
Lifting her head back up she slowly started kissing Artie’s shoulder and neck. “Baby, wake up,” she said gently.
Artie opened his eyes after a moment and blinked a little, then moved an arm up over his face to try and block out the light. “Shh,” he said, pouting. “What are you doing to me?”
Quinn giggled and continued kissing him. “Trying to wake you up. Well the rest of you up,” she said, amused.
“What do you mean?” he asked, still pouting, before his mind suddenly snapped on and he realized what she was getting at. “Oh. Um, ignore it.”
“Why would I want to ignore it?” Quinn asked before starting to suck lightly on his collarbone.
“So we can get back to sleep,” he said, in turn trying to ignore Quinn. He was actually feeling weirdly embarrassed about this. “It just happens sometimes... I don’t know. It’s not like you did anything.”
“I know that it just happens sometimes. I mean, in theory. Were you having a good dream?” She asked, giggling again then went back to kissing. She didn’t know why he was acting like he did something wrong. Obviously Quinn was enjoying this surprise opportunity so he had nothing to be embarrassed about.
“I don’t know what I was dreaming about,” Artie mumbled, his eyes still closed. “It doesn’t have to come with one of those dreams.” He really just wanted to go to sleep but Quinn clearly wanted none of that.
“Why are you acting so embarrassed?” Quinn said, propping her head on her hand.
“It’s embarrassing,” he said, not really knowing how else to explain it. “That’s why.”
“Well it’s not like I don’t like it so you don’t have to be embarrassed,” Quinn said, feeling slightly confused about the whole situation.
Artie moved his arm away from his face and opened his eyes. “Okay,” he said, blinking a little more and yawning. “Are we really not going back to sleep?”
Quinn rolled her eyes slightly. “Well if you want to go back to sleep then go back to sleep. I’ll leave you alone.”
“I can’t just go back to sleep that easily,” Artie said, whining slightly. “You very deliberately woke me up. And now we’re having a conversation. And I’m very awkwardly aware of my penis.”
“Yeah, I was very aware of it too when I woke up,” Quinn said, back to being amused now. “But I’ll stop talking if you want to go back to bed. I mean, I’ll just be forced to go back to my room and interact with my crazy roommate. I wonder if she injects coffee straight into her veins...” she trailed off, realizing that her continued talking wasn’t really helping Artie get back to sleep.
Artie just raised his eyebrows at her while she kept talking, unimpressed. “Do you want to have sex or something so we can get rid of this and go back to sleep?” he asked, yawning.
Quinn scowled at Artie. “At least act like you want to have sex with me.”
“Of course I do,” he said, unbothered by her scowl. “Come on, let’s make out.”
Moving to lie on her stomach, she hovered over Artie, still not fully done scowling. “Are you sure you want to kiss me? You’re not just saying this so you can get this over and go back to bed?”
“Can’t it be both?” he said, moving his hands onto her waist and pulling her down onto him, then kissing her.
She made a disgruntled noise at him, though really it was difficult to stay annoyed with him when they were kissing. Letting herself relax against him, she kissed him back slowly at first.
Artie slowly moved his hands down from her waist onto her legs, pulling her a little closer and adjusting her on him. “Okay, yeah, this is fun,” he said, smirking up at her.
Quinn moved to straddle Artie so she could be closer and smiled down at him. “See, I knew it. You do like me,” she joked before leaning down to kiss him again.
“The condoms are in my backpack,” he said after a few minutes, once he’d pulled away to catch his breath. “Not to be presumptuous or anything.”
Breathing a little hard as well, Quinn pulled back and just rested a moment before nodding and moving off him then off the bed. She looked around a few seconds before spotting the backpack and fished out a condom.
Quinn didn’t go straight back into bed though and stood, facing the bed. “Do I still look cute?” She asked, doing an silly dance that was more like her just wiggling her hips. It was rather unexpected, but she was suddenly in a good mood. Mostly likely from the prospect of getting sex really soon.
Artie looked her over and tried not to laugh too hard. “You looked cute until the dancing,” he said, pushing himself up so he was sitting on his bed. “Especially your bedhead. That looks really good.” He pouted then and said, “Will you bring your cute self back over here?”
“Which is hotter... bedhead or sex hair?” Quinn asked as she walked back over to the bed and sat on the edge. She was a little bummed he had laughed at her dance, but he did that kind of stuff all the time so it wasn’t like he could judge her.
“Sex hair,” he answered immediately, leaning forward and kissing her again. “You can keep that shirt if you want. You look a lot better in it than I do.”
“I like wearing your clothes, so thank you,” Quinn said as she looked down at herself in his shirt. It kind of just seemed like she was checking out her boobs but she was just taking in her general appearance, which she thought looked pretty subtlety sexy. Quinn thought it was a pretty good look and Artie seemed to like it too, so...
“Stop looking at yourself and get on me,” Artie said after a moment, worried that she’d forgotten he was there too. “Please.”
Quinn quickly looked up then laughed. “Sorry. I was just, um, admiring your shirt.” Except there was nothing super special about a white t-shirt, but whatever. Smirking Quinn put her hand on Artie’s chest and pushed lightly so he would lie back down.
“You were looking at your boobs,” Artie said, obliging her and lying back down. “It’s okay. You can admit it. I’m looking at your boobs right now too.” He smirked some more at her, though he was still feeling impatient.
“Well let me know when you want to see more of my boobs,” Quinn smirked as she straddled him again. She looked down at her boobs again just to be obnoxious then looked at him again and leaned down to kiss him.
He gasped involuntarily as he returned the kiss, then worked his hands up her (well, his) shirt. “When do I ever not want to see more of your boobs?” he asked, very seriously, silently willing her to start getting him off. She’d been so fixated just a few minutes ago, so Artie didn’t really understand the sudden hold-up.
Quinn pushed her chest more into his hand, whimpering as she continued kissing him. She moved a hand down under her shirt and started pulling it up, hoping Artie would get the idea that she wanted him to take it off.
Artie got the hint instantly and helped her with the shirt, swallowing hard once he got it off of her. Somehow looking at Quinn without her clothes on (although technically he still needed to take her underwear off) never got old. “You’re so pretty,” he said, almost reflexively.
Quinn suddenly felt very sentimental or emotional or something as she looked down at Artie. She was sort of (okay not sort of, definitely) a crazy, jealous, bitch at times but when Artie looked at her like that she knew that he really loved her and that’s why they were still together. “I love. So much.”
“I love you too,” Artie said, grinning kind of goofily. He reached out again and moved his hands onto her hips, then surreptitiously traced an A onto her skin. “I feel like... I don’t know. Nevermind.” He’d suddenly wanted to get into serious conversation about the future, but that could wait until later.
She raised an eyebrow at him and looked at him expectantly, hoping he would tell her what was on his mind. Though it was difficult to want to have a real conversation when she was nearly naked on top of him. “You feel like what?”
Artie kind of figured Quinn was lucky that she was sitting on his lap, otherwise the whole morning wood situation would probably have started going away by now. “I feel like if we can get through college together we should probably just get married or something,” he said, blushing a little.
Well that wasn’t what she had been expecting at all. But it was a good surprise. “I like the way you think,” she said quietly before pulling him in for a deep kiss, wiggling slightly on his lap trying to get closer.
He instinctively tightened his hands on her hips as she moved on him, closing his eyes. He really wanted her to keep going now that she’d started but he didn’t know if she’d intended to do that. Besides, Quinn had a thing for drawing things out.
Quinn pulled away to kiss along his jaw and down his neck. “Take my underwear off,” she whispered once she kissed up below his ear.
Artie nodded a little, turning his head to kiss her cheek, before pushing her underwear down. “What now?”
She reached between them to pull her underwear away and toss them on the ground. Once that was taken care of she moved her hand back between them, smirking as she started rubbing over his boxers. “These feel a little tight. Do you want to be out of them?”
He stammered a little as he tried to answer verbally, then ended up just nodding in response once he realized that the ability to talk had just left him. “You,” he tried again after a moment, then swallowed hard. “You look way too smug.”
“Why shouldn’t I be? I’m barely touching you and you are have troubles speaking,” Quinn said, in fact quite smugly, as she moved down the bed and pulled his boxers off. Once they were gone she straddled his lower thigh and started stroking up and down his leg.
“You’re such a tease,” Artie complained, pushing himself up onto his elbows. “Although I’m glad you like my chicken legs.” He then moved his gaze a little higher on himself and raised his eyebrows a little, surprised. “That looks bigger than usual.”
Quinn bit her lip hard, trying not to bust out laughing. Once she was pretty sure she wasn’t going to basically laugh in his face (just from the hilarity of the situation, not because she thought he was small... his size was more than satisfactory) she looked at him. “Maybe you’re just extra turned on right now,” she said, her hands moving closer to his “bigger than usual” penis.
“I don’t know if that’s how it works,” he said, genuinely confused. It wasn’t as though Artie spent a lot of time checking himself out so he’d never really bothered to look in the mornings. “Will you touch me where I can actually feel it now?”
“I guess I could do that,” Quinn said smirking before gently wrapping her hand around him. “Can you feel this?” She giggled as she started moving her hand up and down slowly.
Artie bit his lip as Quinn started moving her hand, closing his eyes. “No, not really, you should do it a little harder.”
“Oh, so that’s how it’s going to be?” She asked and twisted around the head. “How about that? Can you feel that?”
He groaned and bit his lip a little harder, then forced himself to focus on talking. “A little bit,” he said, his breathing getting in the way of his being able to get words out. “But I think the only way I’m really going to be able to feel anything down there is if you just get on me.” He paused, then said, “If you don’t want it you can just send it right back.”
Quinn reached up further on the bed where she had dropped the condom before and held it out for him. “I definitely want to be on you.”
Artie ripped open the package and rolled the condom on, then looked at her expectantly. “Well, I’m all yours whenever you want me,” he said, grinning a little at her then.
Artie was still a lot better at putting on the condom so Quinn was glad he took care of it. She moved up so she was straddling him, but didn’t move down on him yet. Instead she took one of his hands and moved it between her thighs. “Do you think I’m wet enough?” She asked, smirking. Quinn was definitely turned on but it was too good an opportunity to pass up teasing Artie and see his brain explode.
After having dated Quinn for two and a half (?!) years by this point, Artie knew what she was trying to do with this but it didn’t mean he liked it. “Yeah, definitely,” he said, trying hard to keep his voice steady. “I think you were the one who was actually having good dreams last night.” He wondered briefly if he should take advantage of having his hand there, then decided that since she was trying to torture him he wouldn’t.
Quinn put her other hand on Artie’s shoulder to stabilize herself then used her other hand to move his. “I’m really wet for you. See, I like being able to see how much you want me but you have to feel it,” she said quietly before kissing him.
It was difficult for Artie to resist Quinn when she was like this so he gave in (not that it’d taken her very long to break down his fake-resistance) and moved his hand up to lightly rub her clit. “How’s this?” he asked, kissing her again.
“Mmm, so good,” Quinn moaned softly. She went back to rubbing his thighs, not really keen on the idea of touching the condom because it was all gooey and stuff. Ugh, stupid condoms. “Do you want me to get on you now?”
“Of course I do,” he said, trying not to sound too eager (because then she’d probably not get on him). He moved his hand out of the way and leaned back again, biting his lip some more as he tried to be patient.
Quinn bit her lip and shifted so she was positioned above him then used her hand to align him at her entrance. “I think I’m done with teasing for now,” she said before lowering herself down on him.
“Oh, good,” Artie said, though the words came out a little less coherently than he would’ve liked. “Do you want me to sit back up? Or what-- whatever you want me to do.”
Still biting her lip, Quinn nodded slightly. “It’s hard to kiss you... well harder--” she broke off giggling, thinking about the situation they were in and how appropriate the word ‘hard’ was. “Just, yes. Please.”
Artie wasn’t sure why Quinn had suddenly started laughing while he was inside her but he hoped that it wasn’t because... well, he really didn’t know what would be worse, her laughing because it wasn’t any good for her or her laughing because he looked funny or something. “Okay,” he said, looking a little worried, and sat back up.
Quinn moved with him, straddling him better once he was sat up and started moving slowly up and down, forgetting what she had even been laughing about. “Much better, now I can do this,” she said before kissing him.
He moved his hands onto her thighs and leaned in a little more so he could kiss her better, closing his eyes again. At least she had stopped laughing by now. Maybe it had been a one-time moment of amusement.
Moving her hands up to cup his face, Quinn kissed him more deeply, suddenly really into it. Not that she wasn’t always into kissing her boyfriend, but just at that moment she really wanted... no, needed, to be kissing him. Caught up in the momentum, she started moving on him faster as well.
Artie really liked kissing Quinn too but it was getting increasingly difficult to actually kiss her properly, now that she was moving faster. He also had to concentrate on being quiet, since they’d just spent another summer having sex at his house while his parents were working and they’d basically not bothered with that. Although Quinn was actually the loud one. But still. He pulled away after a moment because when they were kissing he couldn’t look at her. “I love you so much,” he said then, feeling really emotional all of a sudden.
Breathing hard, Quinn took a few moments to catch her breath before responding. “I love you too,” she said back as she moved her hands down from his face onto his shoulders. “A lot. A lot, a lot.” Words just seemed to be coming out of Quinn’s mouth at this point, but repeating herself really did emphasize the point.
He brought his hands up to her waist and grinned at her. “I’m glad you decided to go out with me,” he said then, his voice a little dry. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.” Well, he probably would have dated Tina... but that wasn’t something that needed to be said out loud.
“My life would suck without you,” she half sang quietly, which was actually quite difficult to sing while moving on him like this because she was already pretty breathless. “You wanted me so bad then already. Your hands were all over me when we were partners,” she said teasingly then smirked at him.
“Yeah, well,” Artie said, grinning some more and pulling her closer, tightening his arms around her. “You were always really pretty.” It was crazy to think that now they were freshmen in college. Although it always kind of boggled him, thinking that he was still dating Quinn Fabray. “You aren’t. Please don’t try and be all like. You know. Here.” It was really hard for him to formulate a complete sentence, apparently.
Quinn’s eyebrows furrowed slightly in confusion because even though Artie often babbled a lot of nonsense while they were having sex, that hadn’t made any sense to her at all. “Baby, what are you talking about?”
Artie closed his eyes momentarily, trying to concentrate. “You don’t want to try and be bitch in charge or whatever the phrase is here, right?”
This was really sudden and baffling to Quinn but she grinned at him. “I don’t see why anything would change just because we’re not in Lima,” she said leaning down to kiss his neck and up to his ear, “I’m always in charge,” she whispered seductively.
While this was certainly true for the majority of their relationship, Artie wasn’t sure if Quinn actually knew what he was trying to say. “Yeah, I know,” he said, turning his head to kiss her. “I like you that way.”
“I know you do,” she grinned at him, grinding down slightly. “So why are you talking about it?”
Artie had just gotten out “I’m actually trying to say--” before Quinn moved harder on him and he had to close his eyes. “I mean like Santana is.”
Quinn abruptly stopped moving on Artie and pulled back to glare at him. “What the fuck are you talking about? Why are you thinking about Santana right now?”
He bit his lip hard once Quinn had come to a stop and tried to calm down for the time being. “I’m not,” he said, breathing heavily still. “I’m trying to say that. You know how she’s still a crazy bitch at Indiana?” He clearly had no problem thinking about Santana as a bitch but he admittedly did have a mental block regarding thinking about Quinn as having been one in the past. “I don’t want you to. Do that. Here. Unless you want to. But I’ll be a little upset. Can we please have sex again? I’m not thinking about anyone like that except you.”
“You can’t just bring up serious stuff like that when we’re doing this. I mean, like... I don’t want to do that either. I just want to be normal and like enjoy college and be with you...” Quinn said, her voice growing quieter as she spoke until she finally trailed off.
“I’m sorry, I was just thinking about it,” Artie said, leaning in to kiss her. “And then suddenly I was talking about it. Come on, I’ll shut up this time.”
“Are you sure you can stop thinking about stuff long enough to get me off?” She asked, still slightly annoyed that he seemed to be thinking about stuff like that when they were trying to have sex.
Artie nodded a little, feeling chastised. “I’m sorry,” he said, pouting a little too. “But you need to just step it up so you can turn my mind off.”
“Is that so?” Quinn said, narrowing her eyes at him as she starting moving again. “And what would turn your mind off? Maybe some of this?” She asked, grinding down on him hard.
Artie wanted to respond positively to that, but all he could manage was a kind of strangled sounding noise. He was feeling kind of torn about Quinn’s anger though. On one hand it always made for really awesome sex but on the other hand he’d have to spend time diffusing it afterwards. He moved one hand down so he could get his thumb on her clit, hoping that would make her less annoyed with him.
Quinn let out her own moan and grabbed onto his shoulder tighter to stop herself from falling over or something. His thumb on her clit had really taken her by surprise. Taking a few moments until normal brain functions returned she looked at Artie, though she was hardly annoyed anymore. “What are you thinking about now?”
He smirked as they made eye contact, fully aware that she hadn’t been expecting that. “How good you look right now,” he said, his voice low. “You’re always really sexy, but even more so right now. I love seeing you like this.”
“Yeah?” Quinn said, thought it was more of a rhetorical question, as she started moving faster now. “I like the way you look at me. I like knowing that you want me.”
Artie opted to close his eyes instead of rolling them at her. Once he got over his temporary amusement at her narcissism, he opened them again and leaned in for another kiss. “I want you all the time.”
“I want you too,” Quinn said before pulling his face closer to kiss again. Moving even faster now, she kissed him hard, glad that Artie had apparently forgotten about his distractions earlier and they could just focus on this now.
“Oh, do you?” Artie asked, speeding his thumb up a little faster on her clit. She’d been so into herself just a moment ago that he needed the reassurance.
“Oh fuck yes,” Quinn breathed out, grinding down on him to get more friction on her clit. “I love you. And want you all the time because I love you,” she said, moaning. In her head that somehow made sense but it was hard to focus with Artie’s thumb doing that.
“Shh,” he said warningly, leaning in to kiss her again so she wouldn’t make noise. That was kind of just something he had to say on principle though, since really he felt pretty good about the fact that she usually wouldn’t ever really be quiet.
Quinn let out another disgruntled moan at being shushed, though did make an effort to be quieter. Breaking their kiss she leaned her head on his shoulder. “I’ll miss being loud for you,” she mumbled against his neck, smirking slightly.
“But then it’ll be extra special next time you can be,” he said teasingly, grinning a little to himself. He then fell silent after that, letting himself get caught up in Quinn moving on him, before groaning very hypocritically.
Quinn opened her eyes, which she hadn’t been aware had closed, and looked at him. “Tisk, tisk, baby,” she said quietly and giggled before kissing his neck.
“It’s your fault that this feels so good,” Artie whispered defensively, fully aware that that made no sense.
“You love it,” she said, grinning against his neck. Quinn kissed him a few more times before moving her mouth down to suck lightly on his collarbone.
He sped his thumb up a little more and made sure his rhythm was somewhat consistent, as he was beginning to feel like he was really close to coming and wanted to make sure that he got her off too. “Yeah,” he said, breathing hard. “I love you.”
Quinn sucked harder on his collarbone as she felt herself tightening around him, feeling close to coming too. Hopefully he wouldn’t be too upset about the hickey since his shirts would probably cover it.
Artie did his best to stay silent after that, leaning his head against hers and biting his lip harder. He didn’t really trust himself to open his mouth because who knew what he’d start talking, so he settled for closing his eyes and gasping a little loudly (but it was okay because it was just breathing, right?) as he came.
Just watching Artie make those sexy faces and hearing those noises, added to the fact that Artie was still playing with her clit, not long after Artie came Quinn found herself tightening around him as she came as well. Her nails dug into Artie’s shoulder as she rode out her orgasm and finally released once she had calmed down. “Love you,” she said afterward, panting.
Artie licked his lips a little and winced slightly as he tasted blood. “Love you too,” he said, still breathing heavily. He moved his hands onto her thighs and massaged them a little as he tried to calm down.
Kissing up from his collarbone, where she did in fact leave a hickey, she kissed him on the lips and pulled back abruptly. “Did you bite your lip really hard?”
He nodded a little, pouting. “It hurts.”
“This is why being quiet during sex sucks,” she said, slightly amused before kissing his bottom lip gently. “Maybe next time you should just go for it. Your floormates would think you were a total badass when they saw me walking out after a vocal display,” she grinned, clearly too amused by all this.
“Yeah, but then they might think you were easy or something and you’re not, besides the fact that you want to have sex with me all the time,” he said, somehow with a straight face.
Quinn nodded, understanding his point. “Plus, those kinds of noises are really for your ears only,” she said before kissing him softly again. “Just like yours are for mine. We might have to hookup in your car some time just so we can be loud.” She giggled at the ridiculousness of it.
“We can definitely hook up in my car,” Artie said, taking her very seriously. He gestured for her to get off of him then so they could go back to being lazy.
Nodding, Quinn moved off him and sat on the edge of the bed. “Here, like, tie it off and I’ll throw it away,” she said, motioning down to the condom. “Then we get to cuddle more, right?”
Artie took the condom off and tied it, then gave it to Quinn. “Yeah, at least for a little bit. I told my parents I’d just call them when I woke up and then we could go to brunch. Are you and your mom coming?”
She walked the few steps over to his bathroom (he was so lucky to have one in his room, though she totally understood it) to throw it away then quickly moved back to the bed and laid down, snuggling in. “Yeah, I’m sure our moms will be thrilled to be together again. Well if they aren’t already hanging out,” she rolled her eyes slightly.
Artie pulled his boxers back on and closed his blinds a little more securely, then got back into bed. “It’s still really weird how they’re really good friends,” he said, closing his eyes. “I never saw that coming.”
“I know, it’s still weird for me too,” Quinn said, pulling the blankets back up over them. “Where are we going for brunch?” She asked, then yawned slightly.
“I don’t know, somewhere,” Artie said, blindly moving an arm around her. “Good night. Or good morning. Good whatever. Everything. I love you.”
Quinn giggled tiredly and moved closer to him to get more comfortable. “I love you too. Have a good nap,” she said, kissing his shoulder before letting herself close her eyes and relax to get ready to sleep herself.