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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Be_More_Chill_-_Iconis/Tracz
  Relationship:
      Jake_Dillinger/Rich_Goranski
  Character:
      Rich_Goranski, Jake_Dillinger, Chloe_Valentine, Brooke_Lohst
  Additional Tags:
      Cheerleaders, Crossdressing, Blow_Jobs, Established_Relationship, fidget
      cubes, rich_is_a_nervous_and_fidgety_guy_so_he_got_himself_one, he_only
      uses_it_in_extreme_cases_of_nerves_like_in_the_instance_of_this_fic,
      Cuddling_&_Snuggling
  Collections:
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      Published: 2017-11-15 Words: 2664
****** Found Myself a Cheerleader ******
by smoothmovebro
Summary
     Rich has a thing for cheerleading outfits. They're sporty and the
     wearer looks ten times more confident, especially with the pompoms.
     But Rich has a job interview coming up and he's getting nervous. Jake
     wants to help ease his nerves, give him a little pep talk.
     And what better way to give a pep talk than doing it in a
     cheerleading uniform?
Notes
     written for nanowrimo 2017
     to celebrate many things (australia voting yes on marriage equality,
     getting my haircut, making it to the halfway point of nanowrimo), i
     decided to do a prompt that's been burning in my mind since i started
     planning for this month
See the end of the work for more notes
The girls dance and jump on the football field to open the game. They walk in
with their bright red and silver pompoms and beam with wide smiles at the
crowd. They chant a boppy cheer encouraging the players to do well in the game.
Everyone in the crowd cheers along and whoops, urging the school team to kick
the visitors’ asses.
Jake is in the front row bleachers with Rich. For once, he is not the one on
the field. He has a muscle injury from football practice and has taken time
off. His replacement for the game is a good kid, lots of potential, he can
totally kill it out there in the field. Jake cheers along with everyone,
especially for his replacement.
“You can do this!” he shouts. As the players get ready, he and Rich sit down.
Jake is on the edge of his seat, watching the game with intense focus.
The game ends with a clear margin between the home team and the visiting team.
Middleborough won by a massive stretch and the cheerleaders come out again.
This time, they have a different routine for a school victory. It has more
flips and pyramid forming, it’s to a more upbeat song, and the formation at the
end made the crowd go wild when they did it. Another victory for the
Middleborough football team. Jake has never been prouder.
He turns to Rich and finds the shorter boy looking at a distant point. As the
crowd files out of the field, Jake taps on his boyfriend’s shoulder. “Hey,” he
says.
Rich looks up with a dopey look on his face. “Mmm?”
“Were you even watching the game?” he asks in a soft voice.
Rich shakes his head. Jake nods.
“It’s okay if you don’t pay attention. I’m just happy you came out to watch it
with me.”
Rich hums again, returning to looking at the distant point. Jake leads him
through the school and out to the parking lot towards his car. Not a word from
Rich throughout the whole walk. If he isn’t staring at the distant point, he
would be muttering to himself or picking at the hem of his shirt. His lips are
moving the whole time like he’s talking to himself but no sound comes out.
They both arrive at the car and Jake sits behind the wheel. Rich sits in the
passenger seat. Jake reaches out a hand and places it on Rich’s knee.
“Hey,” Jake says. “You okay?”
Rich is jolted from his dopey state, looking at Jake with confused doe eyes. He
looks around in the car, then looks back at Jake to nod.
“You seem distracted,” Jake says. “Something up?”
Rich picks at the hem of his shirt again. “Y-yeah…”
Jake turns on the ignition and backs up the car out of the school parking lot.
“You know you can tell me anything, right?” he says while they’re on the road.
“I’m your boyfriend, it’s what I’m there for.”
Rich doesn’t respond. Jake looks at Rich from his peripheral vision, trying to
suss out what could put Rich in such a mood.
As they arrive a few blocks from Rich’s house, Rich finally responds.
“I wasn’t paying attention to the game because of the start.”
Jake pulls up in front of the Goranski household. “The start?”
“Yeah, the one with the cheerleaders.”
Jake recalls the boppy routine of the girls and their chant, adding evidence to
test the theories he’s made in his head. “What about the cheerleaders?”
Rich brightens up and shifts in his seat so he could face Jake. That’s the Rich
I know and love.
“Dude! Didn’t you see them? They were amazing! The flips, the dances, the
energy, the power!” Rich sighs. “And the uniforms too…” He gets a wistful look
on his face. He puts a hand under his chin. “The uniforms are the best part…”
Jake stares at Rich daydreaming about cheerleaders and their uniforms. Jake
clears his throat. “So, you’re saying… You couldn’t watch the game… because of
the cheerleaders…”
Rich snaps into a huffy mood. “You wanted me to be honest, so there,” he says
with a pout that makes him twice as cute.
Jake laughs, then places a hand on Rich’s shoulder. Rich jerks away from the
touch. “No, it’s just that I never thought I’d hear that from you.”
Rich looks over his shoulder with narrowed eyes. “You better not tell anyone
else I said that.” He grabs his backpack and gets out of the car. He waves Jake
goodbye as he drives to his own home.
Cheerleader uniforms, huh? That might be useful one day.
===============================================================================
Rich is over at Jake’s house for a ‘study date’. It’s really just them opening
their books and writing down a line or two worth of notes. Afterwards, they
hang out or make out, depending on the mood between the two. They didn’t need
the study date, it is an excuse for Rich to tell his dad so that he doesn’t go
ballistic on him leaving the house for reasons other than going to school or
the grocery. The dates always end anytime after nine so that Rich can come home
without his dad yelling his head off about neglecting his household duties.
Today is a hanging out kind of day. Rich walks into the Dillinger residence
while fiddling with a small cube. He sits down on the couch and turns over the
cube in his hands until he finds a side with gears and a ball bearing. He
thumbs the gears with one hand and lets the other slide across the ball
bearing. The cube makes a clicking noise every time a gear moves.
Jake walks into the living room and finds Rich fixated on the tiny cube in his
hands. He watches him fiddle with the curious object before piping up.
“Whatcha got there?”
Rich drops the cube in his lap and pockets it. “Nothing,” Rich lies.
Jake sits down beside Rich and looks into his eyes, searching for something.
“You’ve been really weird lately.”
Rich scoffs. “I’m always weird. What are you talking about?”
“Why are you deflecting?”
“Why are you being so pushy?”
“I’m just concerned, that’s all!”
“Well, I’m fine.” Rich leans back on the couch and crosses his arms. For good
measure, he kicks off his shoes and curls up on the couch but facing away from
Jake. “Just need a bit of rest.”
“I can nap with you,” Jake says, bringing his feet up on the couch as well.
Rich looks over his shoulder, peering at Jake.
Rich sighs and makes room so that he and Jake can fit on the couch. Not that
they have a hard time doing that. Rich is small enough that Jake can lie down
on the couch embracing him and still have a few inches worth of room.
It’s a comforting feeling to be held like this, Rich thinks as he and Jake curl
up on the couch. He’s long forgotten about his cube and it’s fallen on the
floor somewhere under the coffee table in front of the couch. He sighs and
presses himself closer to Jake.
“I’ve been feeling on edge lately,” Rich admits. He reaches behind and rubs his
thumb on Jake’s arm. “I have a job interview coming up and I really want to do
well. I haven’t had a job in ages.” He pauses. “This is actually my first job
since the SQUIP. It’s not going to be there to help me.”
Jake feels Rich tense up in his arms and Jake embraces him tighter. He makes
soothing shushing noises and peppers kisses in Rich’s hair, sometimes going
further down the back of his neck. “You’ll do great, I promise. When is it?”
“A week from now.”
“Do you need to look nice?”
“Yeah.”
Jake hums. He starts to stroke Rich’s hair. “Come over to my place an hour
before you have to be there,” he says. “I know just the thing to help you with
your nerves.”
===============================================================================
“You want to borrow what so you could do what with whom?” Chloe crosses her
arms in front of her and widens her stance in front of the door.
Jake makes a pleading gesture with his hands. “Come on, it’s important! I wanna
help someone!”
“By dressing as a cheerleader?” Brooke says, raising a brow.
“It’s an inside joke,” Jake lies. “Look, can I have the uniform or not?”
Chloe steps aside and lets Jake pass through. He rushes into the cheerleading
closet and searches for spare uniforms.
It takes him a while but he finds a full uniform in the back that could fit
him. He takes off his clothes first before trying it on. He looks through the
back row for other uniforms but finds nothing bigger.
He looks down at himself. The shirt rides up on his torso and the skirt falls
too short, but maybe that’s because he’s never worn this kind of uniform
before.
He changes back and emerges from the closet with the uniform. “Are they really
supposed to be this tight?” he asks.
“Yes, and it’s a blessing,” Brooke says. She covers her mouth when Chloe raises
a brow at her. She smiles a sheepish grin. “Not my fault you looked good in it
during Halloween in sophomore year.”
Chloe flips her hair. “I look good in many things. Naked is one of them.”
Brooke coughs and Jake thanks Chloe for the uniform.
===============================================================================
Rich comes over again an hour before his interview. He’s wearing a button-up
shirt and the nicest slacks he could find around the house. The pants are the
right length but they’re way too baggy on him, considering that they’re from
his older brother. He goes to the living room as usual and calls out.
“Jake? I’m here like we promised!”
He sits down and brings out his cube, fiddling with the ball and gear side. The
clicks of the gears shifting are all that fill the room, lulling Rich with its
metronome-like rhythm. He pockets the cube on reflex when he hears Jake’s
stereo play music.
He hears the rustling of pompoms and someone enters the room. Rich rises and
braces himself against the couch, ready to flee. But, the figure soon
reveals themself.
"Rich! Rich! He's so built! Thickly built, don't need a stilt!"
Rich rubs his eyes then takes in the image before him. Jake, in all his tall
and athletic glory, is wearing a cheerleading outfit. A tight, red and white,
long-sleeved shirt with the letters "MBHS" emblazoned across the chest in a
varsity font. A short, red and white, pleated skirt that fell halfway down his
toned thighs. Finally, red pompoms to top off the look.
"Holy shit," is all Rich could mutter at this point. Jake puts down the pompoms
and pouts.
"Did my cheer suck?"
Rich steps forward and takes the pompoms from Jake’s hands to set them on the
coffee table. “No, babe, I-” He smooths his hands down the sleeves of Jake’s
uniform. The fabric clings too closely to his boyfriend’s chest as if the
uniform were a second skin. “This is perfect.” He beams up at Jake.
Jake carries Rich with ease as they kiss and make their way to the couch. He
seats himself down and lets Rich be on top of him. Rich cups Jake’s jaw and
tilts his head so he can nibble at the other boy’s lip. Rich grinds on Jake
when he hears him moan from the kiss. Jake gives back by snaking his hands down
Rich’s back and grabbing his ass. Rich squeaks and Jake laughs at the adorable
sound.
“You know I love your ass,” Jake says with a smile.
“Yeah, but it always gets me every time.” Rich turns away for a second to hide
a blush. He shakes his head and goes back to kissing Jake.
Ever so slowly, Rich makes his way down Jake’s body. He pushes up the hem of
Jake's cheerleading uniform, trailing kisses down his chest. His hand inches up
Jake’s thigh and hikes up his skirt. He leans back to go under the skirt when-
Jake is wearing panties. They're not lace or anything, but those are the
unmistakable cut of women's underwear. Jake is wearing a cotton pair of light
blue panties, a pleasant contrast to the red and white of his uniform.
Rich's brain short circuits so all he could do is stare with a slack jaw at
Jake’s crotch while his head is under the other boy's skirt. Jake places a warm
hand on the back of Rich's neck when he notices that Rich has stopped.
"Something wrong?"
Rich snaps from his reverie and shakes his head, which looks like a lump of
cloth shifting side to side from Jake’s perspective. Jake laughs at the image.
"I see you've seen my finishing touch."
Overcome with arousal, Rich doesn't waste a breath to talk. Instead, he licks a
stripe up Jake’s underwear. Jake gasps at the sudden contact. His hands grasp
at Rich's hair and he tugs at the soft strands, urging him to continue.
Rich mouths at Jake’s cock through the panties until he feels a wet patch form.
Then he tugs at the underwear and tosses it aside. He starts sucking on Jake’s
cock with earnest and enthusiasm.
Jake throws his head back and groans, making sure not to grip Rich’s hair too
tight. He resorts to hooking his legs over Rich’s shoulders and locking his
ankles by the small of Rich’s back. He guides Rich’s hand to pin his hips to
stop him from thrusting too hard and making him gag on his cock.
Obscene sucking noises fill the airy living room. The chill of the room makes
Jake – with the shirt still up and baring his chest – shudder. He looks down to
check on Rich and sees that the other boy has his free hand palming at his
cock. Jake moans at the image.
“Rich,” he warns. His pants become desperate and he digs his heels into Rich’s
back. Rich looks up, winks, and sucks harder and faster. Jake moans, high and
long, and grips the edge of the couch like it’s a lifeline.
Rich sucks him off through his orgasm, swallowing every last drop of his cum.
He pulls back with a pop and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. He sits
on his haunches and pants after the exertion.
“Best… pre-interview ritual… ever,” Rich says with a laugh. Jake sits up and
notices the bulge in Rich’s pants still evident.
Jake points at the bulge. “Do you want me to…?”
Rich looks down at himself, then back up at Jake. He checks the time and nods.
They switch places on the couch.
It takes less time for Rich to come, what with having to restrain himself while
sucking off Jake. Rich’s eyes are on him the whole time, taking in the glorious
detail of the sporty uniform clinging to his body. Rich runs his hands through
Jake’s hair more freely, ruffling it and gripping it when Jake does that thing
with his tongue on his cock.
The nerves of going to a job interview without a SQUIP dissipate as he comes.
He moans Jake’s name over and over and Jake hums around his cock, making him
shudder. Jake also swallows, taking care not to get any on his pants, and pulls
away. Rich brings Jake up so he could kiss him one last time before leaving.
They could taste their own cum in each other’s mouths, and the kiss feels
doubly wet somehow. Jake sneaks his hands so he could make Rich decent again
from the waist down. He pulls away after buckling his belt.
Jake puts a hand on Rich’s chest. “You go get ‘em, tiger.”
As Rich leaves, Jake uses the pompoms to wave goodbye and Rich exits the house
with a smile.
End Notes
     what's better than a man in uniform? a man out of uniform.
     ;)
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