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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      No_Archive_Warnings_Apply, Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      All_the_Boys_Love_Mandy_Lane_(2006)
  Relationship:
      Mandy_Lane/Jake_(All_the_Boys_Love_Mandy_Lane), Jake_(All_the_Boys_Love
      Mandy_Lane)/Marlin_(All_the_Boys_Love_Mandy_Lane)
  Character:
      Mandy_Lane, Jake_(All_the_Boys_Love_Mandy_Lane)
  Additional Tags:
      i_don't_even_watch_horror_movies, what_is_this, Feelings, lake_house,
      Hooking_up, Hand_Jobs, Making_Out, Jealousy
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-07-02 Words: 1731
****** In Anticipation (Of Your Suicide) ******
by blackorchids
Summary
     In his mind, it’s not Marlin with the secret, proud smile on her
     face.
Notes
     title from the song on the movie sound track of the same name.
     honestly have no idea what this is.
See the end of the work for more notes
Marlin’s got her fingers fumbling to get his jeans undone under the damn map
with all the red x’s on it and all Jake can do is watch Mandy in the rearview
mirror. She swallows tightly, pushing her tongue between her front teeth and
her lip, but her gaze doesn’t falter, she doesn’t look away.
A warm palm grabs at him, first tight enough that he jerks up, gasping and eyes
flying up to the roof of the old van, pleading to someone he’s not sure he
believes in that this girl will have mercy. Marlin hmm’s in a manner that he
supposes he’s supposed to find sexy and adult, her grasp loosening far too
much, moving up and down too fast for the beginning, too dry without even spit
and he can’t help but shift again, brown eyes meeting green-blue once more.
Flash-memories of those blue eyes staring into his own, way back when they were
little and life wasn’t all about who hooked up with who and which people were
most likely to stab you in the back, and more recent from below him and above
him, even. Jake can’t help it; his legs fall open even more and he slumps down
just a bit further as Mandy swallows and Marlin’s thumb accidentally grazes the
sensitive spot under the head of his cock.
His lips part and his vision grows slightly blurry, but he can still spot
Mandy’s hands, tight enough around the steering wheel that her knuckles have
turned white and the split-second image of her, tanned skin exposed and golden
hair sprawled around her head like a halo, is enough to draw a low groan from
his unwilling lips. He slips his fingers into Marlin’s hair for lack of
something better to hold on to and tightens his hold, yanking her head back a
little bit, obscenities falling from his lips in short breaths.
Jake’s hair is in his face and he’s breathing heavy because even though it’s
the wrong girl getting him off, he’s still a guy with a girl’s hand around his
dick and another groan is pulled from his lips. Mandy glances back at him in
the rearview mirror, the expression on her face unreadable, before she lurches
forward and adjusts it until she can’t see him any longer. Marlin swipes her
thumb in that same sweet spot and Jake finally pulls his eyes away from the
length of Mandy’s neck, the side of Mandy’s face, lets his head fall back, his
eyes slip closed.
In his mind, it’s not Marlin with the secret, proud smile on her face as she
tugs at him with sloppy, over-enthusiastic technique, but when he opens his
eyes again, head jerking forward as he finally comes, panting and feeling hot
all over, Mandy’s turning up the music and the only one who will pay him any
attention at all is the girl at his side. He leans over and kisses her, messy
and hard, his hand still fisted in her hair, the other gripping at the back of
Mandy’s seat.
*
Mandy finds him smoking later—cigarettes and not pot, for once—after they’ve
gotten all cleaned up and dried off from their swimming trip cut short. Her
blonde hair is still wet, darker from the water and hanging in long wavy
sheets, leaving a wet patch on the back of her frilly little shirt. A bead of
water makes its escape, dropping off and running down from her left temple,
down her neck and pools in her collarbone, where she absently brushes it away
with an irritated flick of her wrist.
“What the hell was that, Jake?” she spits at him, gracefully loping down the
steep bank and shoving at him hard enough that he’s jostled away from the tree
he’s leaning up against. She’s not wearing shoes, he notes vaguely, taking
another draw from his cigarette and blowing the smoke out away from her. Her
toes are muddy again, the blue polish chipped on one nail, and she’s still all
but snarling at him, but he’s entranced by the old read anklet wrapped around
one tanned ankle.
“You’ve still got that,” he mumbles, and he doesn’t think she’s heard him, but
she stops to draw in a breath for more fuel and pauses, snapping her mouth
closed and twisting her head a bit, looking at him oddly.
“What?”
He could say nothing, or try and turn it into a lewd comment, but before he can
even decide, she’s following his gaze downward until she spots what he can’t
look away from. Mandy chuffs out a breath, shifting her weight onto her right
foot and wiggling out her left one, worn red friendship bracelet moving around
easily. When Jake finally manages to drag his eyes to her face, her expression
has softened, a strange little smile curling at the corner of her mouth.
“Yeah,” she says, “I’ve still got it.”
He stares at her for a beat too long before jerking his head away, looking at
the muddy lake and stuffing the cigarette in between his lips, sucking in a
deep drag with the kind of desperation that only Mandy can draw out from him.
Before he can exhale, though, she’s standing in his line of sight again, one
slender hand closing around his wrist and shimmying down until he laces his
fingers with hers, the other hand cupping his chin and turning his head towards
hers, lurching up and licking into his mouth without any warning or preamble
and he breathes out messily into her mouth, dropping the cigarette and getting
an arm around her waist, yanking her forward, tight into him.
His hand slips under the hem of her blouse and the pads of his fingers press
hard into soft, soft skin, and Mandy groans and rolls her hips against his own,
teeth closing on his lower lip, dragging it out, into her mouth, sucking hard
and the thought of where else she’s used that trick—what that trick has lead to
in the past—has his eyes rolling back in his head as he stoops down, just a
little, pressing her closer, closer, closer, unable to satisfy the need for
more of her.
Mandy’s everywhere, her wet hair falling all over, the cold of the water
contrasting starkly with the absurd heat of her skin, her hand creeping up from
cupping his jaw until it’s in his hair, tightening into a fist in a way that
only she knows he likes more than he cares to admit. He kisses her hard and
bruising, but it’s okay because she gives as good as she gets. Her hips are
rutting against his own, and he’s impossibly, impossibly hard and straining,
the need for relief warring with his desire to never allow this to end.
Jake feels hot all over, skin tight like he’s about to launch out of it and off
the entire planet, the tension is so coiled inside him. He’s breathless and
frantic and Mandy’s nails rake across his scalp on just the other side of the
pleasure-pain scale but he revels in it, breathes her in, relishes in the tight
fistful of hair she’s got, feels a heady rush of adrenaline when she yanks his
head back hard enough that it would have smacked against the tree trunk they’re
under had her hand not taken the brunt of the impact. She doesn’t even separate
her mouth from his skin, merely drags it down the corner of his lips, bites at
his jaw, licks underneath, sucks on his pulse point. Her fingers scrabble at
his cotton button down, yanking it down to one side so she can reach the meaty
area where his neck connects to his shoulder.
A keening noise erupts from his mouth as she all but sinks her teeth into the
apex between his throat and his shoulder, and she cants her hips closer to his,
rocking against him hard even as she drags her mouth down further, a trail of
wet heat left behind and cooling fast in the breeze.
Mandy nips at his Adam’s apple and sucks hard on his collarbone and Jake’s mind
goes utterly blank, white-hot pleasure forcefully ripped from him so suddenly
he doesn’t even have time to draw in a bracing breath to steady himself and
Mandy’s mouth slows, her hips rocking firmly against his even still, letting
him ride it out as she pants quietly in the hollow of his neck.
Finally, he slumps down against her, supported between her lithe frame and the
base of the tree, breathing deeply and fighting to push aside the hazy veil of
what she’d once called an afterglow long enough for him to be able to stand on
his own. She waits him out, fist loosening in his hair until she’s merely
cupping the back of his head, the fingers of her other hand still laced with
his own, and it’s hard to tell who’s holding who tighter.
“Hook up with Marlin,” she says after an eternity of silence in which he floats
high in the clouds and she steadies her breathing. She’s backing away and half
of Jake wants to pull her back in, but the other half is aware of the fact that
she hadn’t even gotten her hand in his pants and he’d come harder than he ever
had before, as though he were a fourteen year old virgin again.
Mandy steps back all the way, until they’re breathing their own air once more,
and she scrunches her eyes shut and takes a deep, steadying breath, before
dropping his hand and crossing her arms protectively across her chest. She
stares at him with those damned eyes, greener than ever in the late afternoon
sun, and Jake flounders around in his head for some kind of response.
“Hook up with Marlin,” she repeats firmly, eyes shuttering closed, lips
twisting bitterly. “I know you will either way, Jake.”
“Mandy—” he starts without knowing how he plans on finishing, but she doesn’t
even let him try and figure it out.
“But I dare you to do it without thinking of me instead.” She says, her head
twitching to one side ever-so subtly, cool triumph pouring off her in waves
because she already knows he’ll lose this dare for the rest of his life. And
then she walks away.
End Notes
     Apparently sloppy hook-ups with too many feelings are my thing. I'm
     not willing to look deeper into this revelation.
      
     come talk to me or prompt me on tumblr @rosalinesbenvolio!!
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