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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Vampire_Diaries_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Bonnie_Bennett/Jeremy_Gilbert
  Character:
      Bonnie_Bennett, Jeremy_Gilbert
  Stats:
      Published: 2011-04-27 Words: 1592
****** a little old place where ******
by empressearwig
Summary
     Teenagers. Alone in an abandoned house. You do the math.
Notes
     Thanks to summerstorm and torigates for making this better.
He's trying to drive her crazy.
That's the only thing Bonnie can think after Jeremy brushes his hand over the
small of her back for the fifth time in the last half hour. But that's not the
real problem. The real problem is that he's not doing more than that. Oh, he'll
touch her arm or brush her hair back from her eyes. He presses gentle kisses to
her forehead, and he seems to love holding her hand. He only touches her with
safe, innocent touches, the kind that shouldn't make her want to rip his shirt
from his body and push him to the dusty floor and have her way with him.
She blinks, and shakes her head. Maybe he's already made her crazy. Crazy with
lust, a voice insists. And looking at him, bent over one of the grimoire's, she
has to admit that the voice has a point.
But then how is she not supposed to want him? He has this way of smiling, and
he's always licking his lips, and when he stretches, his shirt rides up and she
can see his abs, and well, she'd have to not be human to not have any thoughts
about running her tongue over them.
"What did you just say?" Jeremy asks, looking at her strangely.
She feels her face go hot, and she clamps her hand over her mouth. She didn't
say that out loud. She couldn't have said that out loud.
"Bonnie?" Jeremy asks, the corners of his mouth starting to turn up into the
cocky smile that god help her, she likes.
She moves her hand. "Nothing," she says, hoping against hope that she sounds
convincing. Knowing that she doesn't. "I didn't say anything."
Now he's all out grinning at her. "You're a terrible liar," he says, and he's
moving closer to her, wrapping his arm around her back. "You know that, right?"
"Yes," she says, nodding her head. "I do know that. What did you hear?"
"Oh, I don't think I should make it that easy for you, do you?" he asks, his
hand tracing along her spine.
She shivers. She can't help it. "I do think that."
He laughs, low and deep, and there she goes shivering again. He opens his mouth
to say something else, but she kisses him before he can. From the way that he
kisses her back, she's pretty sure that he doesn't mind.
He tugs her closer, into his lap, and she kneels over his legs. He kisses her
throat, and she can feel him smile against her skin. "Distracting me?"
"Yep," she says, sliding her hands under his shirt and pushing it up. She pulls
it over his head, and her arms go around his neck. She kisses him, long and
deep. When she pulls back, she asks, "Is it working?"
His hands are on her hips, and he's rubbing his fingers across the bare skin
between her shirt and her jeans. He looks at her, his eyes dark, and his
fingertips slide just under her shirt, inching the fabric up. "Well," he says,
pressing a kiss to her jaw, and then another, "that depends."
She knows what he wants. She wants it too. So she kisses him, and then lowers
her hands to his. She helps him draw the shirt up, raising her arms so that he
can lift it over her head. When he touches her bare skin, she shivers again. He
shouldn't be able to do this to her by doing so little, she thinks hazily. But
then he unhooks her bra, and lowers his mouth to kiss her breast, and she stops
being able to think at all.
"God," she breathes out, her hands going to his head. She never wants him to
stop doing that. Ever.
He presses her back into the blankets, and shifts so that he's lying between
her thighs. His mouth moves lower, over her stomach, and she can't help the way
she tenses, just a little. This isn't new, they've done this -- they've done
more, but it's still not something that she's used to. He stops, raises his
head and looks at her. "We don't --" he says, and she sets a finger against his
lips.
She reaches for the button on her jeans, flicks it open. "I want to," she says,
and she doesn't sound like herself at all, her voice is lower and raspier and
she sees something in his eyes flash, like that's what he needed to believe
her.
He draws the zipper down and she helps him push her jeans and her underwear to
her knees, letting him pull them the rest of the way off. His hands trace back
up her legs, starting at her ankle and working his way up to her knee. He
kisses the inside of her thigh, his mouth moving higher, inch by torturous
inch. She feels the anticipation building in her, but he doesn't move his mouth
to where she wants him. He switches legs instead, starting all over again, and
she moves, restlessly against his mouth and hands.
"Jeremy, please," she begs, reaching for him, but he stays just out of her
grasp.
He lets out a hot breath against her thigh, nuzzling against her skin. "Tell me
what you want," he says. "Just tell me what you want and I'll do it."
She bites her lip, unsure she if she can. He kisses her again, just a little
bit higher, and she can see him looking up at her behind hooded eyes. He wants
to do this. She wants him to do this. She can ask for what they both want. "Go
down on me," she says and then she waits.
His hands curl under her ass and his mouth is against her in seconds. He slides
a finger deep inside her, and her hips arch in response. His tongue presses
against her clit, and she can't help the moan that escapes her lips. He adds
another finger. She grasps wildly at his hair, her fingers twining through it.
"Jeremy," she gasps. "God, yes." She knows that she's on the brink. She says
his name again, his tongue presses against her in exactly the right way, and
she comes apart against him.
She trembles through the aftershocks, and when her eyes open, he is looking up
at her with a satisfied smile on his face.
"You liked that," he says, more than a little smugly. He moves up over her,
kisses her neck.
"I liked it," she says as boldly as she can, tugging his head up so that she
can kiss him. While he's distracted, she reaches for the button on his jeans,
slides her hand inside. His hips thrust against her in surprise, and she pushes
the material lower so that she can take him in her hand.
He breaks the kiss, his breath coming in short pants. "Bonnie," he manages to
say. "What're we --"
She looks up at him, and she can see just by looking at him how much he wants
her. His jaw is slack, and his pupils are blown, and when she draws her thumb
over the crown of his dick, he groans just a little. She kisses his jaw and
asks, "Do you have something?"
He stares down at her, surprise written all over his face. "Are you sure?" he
asks, because it's him and of course he would ask, even though she can tell
that he's terrified she's going to change her mind.
She won't. "Yes," she says, tightening her grip on him and moving her hand
faster. "Now. Condom?"
He's gone in a rush, pushing his jeans the rest of the way down his legs. She
props herself up on her elbows to watch the show. He fumbles for the wallet in
his back pocket, pulls out a condom. He moves back over her, tearing open the
condom wrapper. She kisses his throat, moving her hands over his back as he
rolls it on, and then he's back between her legs, pressing against her, and he
pauses.
"Okay?" he asks.
She nods, trying not to tense up, trying to relax. He moves inside her, his
eyes fast on her face. He goes slow, and she is grateful for that. It doesn't
hurt, exactly, but it feels different, like she's being stretched and it's not
bad, but it's not really good either. His hand slips between them, and he
touches her clit and that's better. He moves his hips, and his fingers again,
and that's much better. Her nails dig into his back, and she rocks her hips in
time with his.
"Bonnie," he groans against her neck, his breath warm on her skin. "Can I--"
"Yes," she says, not caring what he's going to say next.
He moves faster. She moves faster. He adds more pressure to her clit, and she
comes again, gasping his name. He thrusts his hips twice more, and then he
comes too, collapsing on top of her.
She's only dimly aware of him rolling away from her, getting rid of the condom.
But then he's back, spooning his body up against hers. "Are you okay?" he asks,
whispering the words into ear.
She nods, turning her head around so that she can kiss him. "I am," she says.
And she is.
She leans her head back against his chest, and he tightens his arms around her.
They fall asleep in each other's arms, and when they wake, they go back to
trying to save the world.
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, Kurt put a hand on his back. “It’s fine. Whatever it is.”
“I don’t know if it is, though. Because it’s… kind of selfish.”
“Okay?” Kurt prompted.
Finn closed his eyes against the dark. “I shouldn’t get to have that twice in
two days.”
“You shouldn’t — oh.”
“You said you gave him a blowjob. And it wasn’t gross. And… I’m thinking about
that. Pretty much nonstop since Puck told me he was thinking about you doing
that to me.”
“Puck told you that?” Kurt sounded pleased.
“Yeah. But I don’t want you to do that unless you really really want to. Like
you said.” He bit his lip. “Do you, maybe… want to?”
The warmth beside him vanished as Kurt sat up. Finn was about to ask him what
he was doing when he felt hands sweeping up his thigh, curving immediately into
the space between his legs.
“Ohmygod.” He put a hand on Kurt’s head, then snatched it away again. He didn’t
want Kurt to think that he was trying to control him while he was —
Kurt’s hand was tight around the base of his cock. “Are you… sure this is
okay?”
“That is such a stupid question,” Finn said, a little too loudly. Kurt laughed.
Finn could feel Kurt’s rough cheek resting on his thigh.
“Does that mean you want me to…?”
“I want you to,” Finn promised. “Yes. I do. Please do that thing that you were
going to do.”
He could detect the pressure of every one of Kurt’s fingers. “It won’t be
weird?”
“Yes. I mean… it will, but I don’t care.”
He wasn’t sure if Kurt would take him at his word, but he held his breath
anyway until he felt gentle suction on his cock. It was an effort not to thrust
into that warm wetness, but he held as still as he could, allowing Kurt to set
the pace with his own mouth, his own movement.
“I wish I could see you,” he said, trying to control his breathing. “No — don’t
stop.”
But Kurt already had. His breath landing on Finn’s wet skin in rhythmic puffs
was almost as erotic as his mouth had been. “I don’t know if I could do this if
you could see me.”
“Just, so I can know if you hate it. You don’t hate it?”
“I don’t hate it.”
“I really don’t get that.” Even as Finn said it, he felt like an idiot. “I’m
not complaining.”
“Finn, you told me not to stop. Can I go back to not stopping now?”
“Yeah. Yeah. Only — wait.” He groped for some part of Kurt that wasn’t his
head, and found his shoulder. It was warm. “Do you want me to stop you when —
when it might get gross?”
“If that feels better?”
“I don’t know. Puck didn’t stop, but you can and I just thought you might want
to, you know, be prepared. Only I don’t want to grab your hair or anything.” He
paused as Kurt made a noise. “Um… don’t I?”
“You could,” Kurt said breathlessly.
“Oh. I could. I mean, yeah.” He ran his hand up Kurt’s neck to the place where
his hair met his scalp, and carefully ran his fingers through it. Kurt made
another noise. “I always thought you didn’t like your hair being touched.”
“I guess I like it when you do it?”
It took him about ten seconds of Kurt resuming activity for Finn to get back to
the level of arousal he’d been at before. When he tightened his fingers in
Kurt’s hair and gave a little tug, Kurt made another noise, and Finn gasped,
“Oh god, fuck, Kurt,” and came.
Luckily Kurt didn’t seem too surprised by it, and he also didn’t make any
noises that indicated gross, so Finn decided not to worry about it. He slumped
back against his pillow.
“Yeah?” Kurt asked, sounding pleased.
“Wow.” He cleared his throat with a little laugh. “Yeah.”
“I’m not going to ask how it compared, because I don’t think I want to know.
But I’m glad you liked it.”
“I really liked it. It’s just about the best feeling ever.” He reached down and
found Kurt’s arm, then his hand, and squeezed it tight. Kurt squeezed back.
“Because it’s you. Well, plus a blowjob.” He felt his cheeks hurt a little from
smiling so hard. “God. I can’t believe you just did that.”
“I can’t believe I did either,” said Kurt. He started laughing first, but Finn
followed, making a little snorty noise in his throat that caused Kurt’s
laughter to escalate, until they were both gasping and shushing one another.
“I really don’t want my mom to come down here,” Finn hissed. He dragged Kurt
back up to lie beside him in the suddenly too-small bed. Everything Kurt had
done seemed to have granted him a measure of courage, because he put a hand on
Kurt’s very nice ass and pulled him up against his hip. “Especially because you
need a — a something. Because you haven’t, you know.”
“Oh,” Kurt moaned. His hips did a very appealing little twist. “God. Finn. I
think I’m just going to — would you please hold still, just like that, god,
your hand —“
Kurt made about a dozen very focused, very prolonged thrusts against Finn’s leg
as Finn held him pinned, reveling in the sounds that were coming out of his
mouth. That mouth, he thought, and he couldn’t help let out his own echoing
sounds when Kurt tensed, quivering and gasping against him as he came.
“Finn,” said Kurt, “oh — okay, I’m not going to freak out.” He buried his face
in Finn’s neck. “This is so crazy, what we’re doing.”
“It’s pretty crazy,” Finn agreed. “But I kind of love it.”
He felt Kurt nodding. “Yes. I’m so glad you think that.”
Kurt’s hand brushed down his chest, then stuttered to a halt when it
encountered his erection. “Oh — wow. Still?”
“Again,” Finn admitted. “But I think I’d rather wait for more.”
“For Puck.”
“Yeah.” He hesitated, then added, “Is that okay? It’s not because you’re not
amazing.”
“No, no… I think that’s the right thing to do. He wouldn’t be upset by what we
did, but I want him to be here. Involved.” Kurt sat up, making noises of
distaste. “I really need a shower.”
Finn didn’t disagree. He politely looked away while Kurt slipped out from under
his covers and disappeared into the bathroom, then stripped off his wet pajama
pants and balled them up into the hamper before putting on his robe. Then he
picked up his phone and took a deep breath before calling Puck.
“It’s pretty early,” Puck said when he picked up.
“Kurt got in bed with me before six.” Finn listened, but the sounds of the
shower were still going. “Dude, he totally gave me a blowjob. Then he got off
right on my leg.”
“Yeah, I told you he wasn’t going to be mad.”
Finn hesitated. “You’re not mad, are you?”
“Fuck no. If I were sleeping in the same bedroom as him, I’d be getting it on
with him too.”
“Not with me?”
Puck laughed. “Last I heard you didn’t want that, Hudson.”
“I think I might be — kind of figuring it out.” He spread his legs, looking
down at his hard-again dick with disbelief. “Parts of me are really into it. We
think you should come over.”
“Right now?” Puck sounded surprised. “Like, get in the car and drive over there
and sneak in through the front door?”
“Front door wouldn’t be very sneaky. I’ll let you in. I have… a lot of
questions.”
The bathroom door opened, and Kurt came out, wearing his robe and carefully
toweling his hair dry. Finn found himself sitting there, holding the phone, and
grinning at Kurt like an idiot.
“You sure?” asked Puck dubiously.
“Yeah. I’m sure.”
Kurt looked confused until he noticed the phone. Slowly, he lowered his towel.
Puck? he mouthed, and when Finn nodded, he nodded back.
“Okay. Gimme ten and I’ll be out the door.”
Finn held out a hand, and Kurt came over and held it in both of his. “It’ll be
easier to figure things out together,” he said.
“I think so, too.” Finn looked up at him, then pulled him down until Kurt’s
face was level with his, and kissed him. Kurt looked breathless when he was
done. “I’m glad we had this time together, though.”
“We can have it every night, Finn.”
Finn blinked, thinking about it, and had to laugh. “Holy shit.”
Kurt didn’t say anything more. He just brushed a hand over Finn’s thigh, making
his hard-again cock twitch, and gave him a secret smile. Finn thought he heard
him whistling as he got dressed:
Well, it's set way back in the middle of a field
Just a funky old shack and I gotta get back
Glitter on the mattress
Glitter on the highway
Glitter on the front porch
 Glitter on the highway
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