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works/441549.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Homestuck
  Relationship:
      Bro/Jade_Harley
  Character:
      Bro_(Homestuck), Jade_Harley
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-06-23 Words: 4731
****** Six Words ******
by xyourdearlybeloved
Summary
     Suddenly, missing the stop at her apartment doesn't matter much to
     Jade Harley. Not when she's going home with the sexiest guy since,
     well, ever.
Notes
     For 0dalesque, because she is amazing and sprinkles the rare delicacy
     that is BroJade all over Tumblr <3
     WARNING: literally PWP, more than likely OOC, and inner mushy Bro.
     (Also, one particular scene used dialog from one of 0dalesque's
     pieces, which can be found here: http://0dalesque.tumblr.com/post/
     24047054447/uhhhh-bro-shhh-im-checking-you-out)
     Enjoy!
The night was frigid.
Even while warmed by the comforting heater of a cherry red Aston Martin One-77,
the girl in the passenger’s seat still shivered, rubbing her hands together in
a desperate attempt to regain their former toasty temperature. She tucked her
lengthy, slim legs into her chest, grateful for the fuzz of her inky snow
boots; she thoughtlessly laced her fingers into the fabric, instantly
experiencing a rush of much desired warmth. With a satisfied sigh, she remained
this way for a few minutes, carefully letting her head rest against the smooth
cloth of her multicolored leggings as her friend drove her home. In her thick,
bulky coat, Jade Harley was perfectly complacent in this strange Texan winter,
a capricious season she hadn’t quite witnessed before.
From the corner of her eyes, she glanced at the silent male beside her, hoping
with every ounce of her being that he did not catch her staring (despite the
fact that he had an uncanny knack for catching her each time without fail). Her
viridian pools gleamed in the low light as they tore down the freeway, catching
every flicker of bronze light that filtered in from the passing street lamps,
dancing on the blonde’s skin with an entertaining vigor. It highlighted the
countless angles of his body—chiseled by the never-ending sword fights between
him and his brother—but seemed to steer clear of the upper half of his face—the
part of Bro Strider she wanted to see the most. Even from this position, she
could not get the slightest peek at his enigmatic eyes, more than likely deep
in thought behind their triangular shades.
However, once the darkness flooded the sedan when they exited the freeway, Jade
could sense his gaze on her skin, probing, searching for something she wasn’t
quite sure she could provide. His acknowledgement of her existence easily
raised her body temperature faster than any sort of comfortable jacket or high-
end heater ever could, and so she decided to bask in this rare occasion for a
split second before whipping her head around at the familiar tingle of his
roving orbs burning into her entire physique, forcing herself to take in the
view outside her window. While returning his stare was one thing, relaxing
beneath it was completely another; regardless, she could feel the beginnings of
a smile tug at the edges of her mouth, bringing traces of elation along with
it. In truth, she had a soft spot for Bro—or rather, Dirk, but she could never
bring herself to call him that—that she couldn’t possibly explain, considering
she was also a tad head over heels for Dave, which complicated the predicament.
Or rather, the almost predicament. If there were no actions taken, it couldn’t
possibly be a problem, right?
“A lot on your mind?” Strider’s rumbling, relaxing voice sounded much more
tender than usual, effortlessly interrupting the girl’s haphazard train of
thought. She blinked behind her glasses for a moment, somewhat surprised that
he’d decided to start a conversation so close to home. Why, her apartment was
just around the corner and only now did he decide to speak, to bless her with
his oddly soothing phrases and all-telling half-smirks—but, with a quick peek
in his direction, Jade knew there were no hints of humor or joviality on his
person. Only waiting.
“Just a little,” She confessed, leaning back into the leather interior of the
automobile. “Mostly about Dave’s birthday present, though. I can’t believe we
couldn’t find anything!” Her lower lip slipped into a pout, set on saying
nothing more as they rounded the corner, merely fifteen seconds from her home.
What had she expected? More conversation? More friendliness? This was, after
all, Dave’s brother—and if she thought the younger was stoic, boy, was she
wrong when it came to the eldest. Aside from a few questions about her view on
Dave’s interests, he’d said absolutely nothing during their trip to the mall—he
didn’t crack a joke or two, as Dave did, or ridicule her about her glasses,
actions, personality, etc. Was she really expecting Bro to be more like this
brother?
“We’ll find something,” He assured quietly, that same, lulling tone
infiltrating his words. “Besides, Dave and I need to busy ourselves with
something else at the moment. I hear it’s almost our lovely guest’s birthday as
well.” He spared a swift nod in her direction, sending a trail of blazing
shivers down her spine. While she was utterly confused by the soft quality that
enveloped what he verbalized, she was even more befuddled by the fact that he
knew her birthday was coming up—and that he was searching for a suitable gift.
Maybe not entirely suitable though, the girl abruptly added, because
these arethe Striders we’re talking about.
And, of course, she was too busy contemplating that fact to notice that they
had totally driven past her apartment, Bro having no intention of stopping. He
didn’t act any different though, maintaining his signature poker face even as
they headed into foreign territory, places that Jade did not exactly know yet.
For an instant, Bro wondered just how out of it Harley was, given that she
hadn’t noticed their change of plans—or rather,his change of plans—but the girl
just buried her head in her knees, fighting back an oncoming yawn. The
brightness from scattered street lights gradually became sparser, effectively
blacking out the inside of the car for more than ten seconds at a time.
Out of the blue, however, Jade gasped, arms thrashing around for a few
milliseconds as she opened her mouth to very nearly scream, “We missed the
stop!”
To which Bro replied with, “Relax, we’re just heading to my place. No need to
flip out.”
“And Dave? How are we gonna explain us disappearing the whole afternoon?” Panic
seized her, manifesting for various reasons as they drove on. What if Dave
thought they were dating? What if he had planned to ask her out? What if Bro
said they were out on a date? What if he hated her now? What would they tell
him? What if claiming to spend an afternoon together at some movie theater or
restaurant was the only way to throw Dave off their tracks? What if—
“Like I said, relax. He’s got a gig tonight. We’ve got the place to ourselves.”
And, though it was meant to her calm down, that simple, six-worded sentence
made her even more flustered than anyone had the right to be.

===============================================================================
 
Climbing up the stairs of the Striders’ apartment was definitely a challenge.
Since the elevators were out of service, the two had no choice but to sprint up
twenty flights of stairs with the hope of staying conscious, which was sort of
an impossible feat for Harley. Or, at least, she thought it was. She didn’t
exactly have twenty floors to train on back on her island, but the rugged life
had ruthlessly tested her endurance nonetheless—and when Bro cunningly coaxed
her into a race, she could not help but pray it would be enough to impress him.
She wasn’t sure what kind of girl he was into—the damsel in distress (she liked
to believe this was Dave’s type), the free spirit, the competitive athlete, or
the temptress—but some part of her fiercely hoped his tastes varied; she didn’t
know what category she fell into (if she even possessed any of the types’
traits) but she did know one thing; fit girls were hot, right?
And so, with that in mind, she flitted up the stairs taking two or three at a
time, regulating her air intake to a familiar rhythm to keep herself from
tiring out too quickly—in-in-out, in-in-out, step-step-step-turn, step-step-
step-turn. Bro, on the other hand, took four to five steps on the way up,
alternating between painfully fast and catch-your-breath slow. There were times
when Jade surpassed him, but his hectic changes in speed often led to leaving
her too far behind, until she, too, resolved to settle for a much more rapid
tread.  Soon, both eventually reached the final skip, breathing heavily despite
their constant training.
The once unbroken silence of the penthouse was shattered by breathless
chuckles, which quickly morphed into all-out laughter on Jade’s part. She
wasn’t certain, but she thought her foot hit the ground of the twentieth floor
before Bro’s did. She hoped it did. Maybe then he’d partake in witty banter
with her, as Dave often did. With a swing of her arms, her hands shot up into
the air and she declared, “I win!” while keeping a watchful gaze on the Strider
beside her. He shook his head, a small smile tugging at the tips of his mouth.
“You wish.”
Adding nothing more, Bro pulled out his keys and unlocked the door, throwing it
open with a sigh. He threw the tinkling collection of metal across the room,
not even bothering to take note of where it landed; instead, he swiveled around
and invited Jade in with stony expression and a flourish of his arm, closing
the door behind her. The place hadn’t changed a bit since the last time she’d
been there, which was somewhat of an achievement; the Striders redecorated
almost every day in order to make way for whatever bizarre strife matches they
were having.
“Welcome back to Casa Strider.” The man shoved his hands into his pockets and
ambled towards the couch, plopping down with a satisfied groan. In his denim
jeans, black tank top, matching hat and leather jacket, Jade didn’t know how on
Earth she kept herself from reaching out and taking him, right then and there.
Especially with that sexy little grin of his, continually plastered on his
pale, handsome face.
Now’s not the time to fantasize about middle-aged men, she chastised herself,
unzipping the coat with some difficulty. He’s what, thirty seven? That’s twenty
years older than you. Get ahold of yourself!But she could not, knowing he was a
few feet away, alone with her in his apartment with no distractions or
inhibitions or problems. Abruptly, he stood and appeared at her side in
seconds, aiding her in removing the impenetrable overcoat.
“Lemme help with that,” said he, leisurely sliding the sleeves down her arms as
though he had all the time in the world. The heat of his hands burned through
the fabric, leaving a trail of delectable warmth in their wake. Then, after
what felt like years, he took hold of the cloth and tossed it towards the
loveseat to their right. He made no move to return to his spot, instead placing
his deft digits on Jade’s shoulders, much to her surprise. They began to
squeeze and rub lethargically, instantaneously setting the girl’s heart on
overdrive as she avidly fought back a moan.
His spidery touch felt so right on her flustered skin, involuntarily making her
step back and exhale shakily when the caresses became firmer, more enchanting.
She could do nothing but stand there and sigh noiselessly while these large, 
agile hands began to lower, brushing against her waist and hips rhythmically to
some unheard, undetectable beat. They snaked under her arms, artfully taking
hold of her breasts over her slim fitting sweater dress and massaged slowly,
eliciting a sharp gasp from the girl. Her eyelids fluttered shut in sudden
desperation, in the overwhelming desire flooding through her as Bro’s fingers
made her body arch, inadvertently pushing her hips back into his.
He, without thinking, took hold of them nimbly, resting his head on her
shoulders while he lightly, tentatively, grinded his pelvis into hers.  No
outright objection was provided, and so he gratefully mashed their lower bodies
together again, harder this time around, utterly relishing the audible exhale
that slid past the girl’s lips. He pulled her closer, ravenous fingertips
curled around her hipbones, tugging at the hem of her dress and expertly
slithering towards the junction between her legs and—
“Uh, Bro?” The inquiry was half timid, half pleading, barely reaching his ear
drums over the sheer breathlessness of it. His movements came to a pause—as
much of a pause as two seconds could be—but continued systematically, gently
touching her through her leggings.
“Shh, I’m checking you out.” He responded huskily, applying more pressure when
she began to shift positions, shallow pants escaping into the impossibly heated
atmosphere. Running his lips up her neck with the slightest trace of his
tongue, he brought a rush of boiling blood to every inch of skin that enveloped
her, adding a new kind of sensitivity to any and every place he came into
contact with.
“W-With your hands?” Jade barely held back a needy mewl, biting down on the
inside of her cheek when he slid his hands into her leggings and aptly rolled
them down, fingers eagerly traipsing across all parts of her now exposed
thighs.
“Yes.” Adding nothing more, the blonde unhurriedly spun the girl around,
hungrily taking note of her choice ass in those pitch-black panties of hers as
she faced him. Her cheeks were heavily flushed, emerald pools half-lidded
behind her trademark dorky glasses,  and for a moment, Bro hesitated. Why was
it he was doing this? Sure, Jade was pretty hot for jailbait, but, as he
further focused on her awfully feminine features, he knew there was something
more. Was it her childish charm that reeled him in? Or her eternal optimism,
constantly alighting his usually uneventful days? Was it the fact that she put
so much enthusiasm into everything? That she was horribly transparent in every
action, every phrase—a luxury no Strider could ever attain?
He didn’t know—and he didn’t think he wanted to. After years of building up
this rock hard façade, he wasn’t entirely certain he wanted to know why this
one girl—this one, silly, highly impractical girl—made his heart melt. Why she
made him question is iron resolve, when he never had before. Was it her
vulnerable appearance? The subtle, nearly imperceptible hint that suggested she
needed a strong, capable man to protect her? He could feel his heart swell at
the thought—unlike the men of this day and age, he was extremely competent in
almost every aspect of daily life—including hand-to-hand combat and wicked
swordsmanship. He could keep her safe, no matter where they were or who they
were with. He could be her knight in shining armor—even though he fancied
himself as more of a prince. Anything she wanted, he could provide—it was
perfect. She was perfect. Even if he was still a work in progress, he’d try to—
Shut up, his mind rapidly issued, despite the fact that Jade had already done
that for him. She took hold of his shoulders and pressed her mouth to his,
falteringly at first, and when he did not respond immediately, she pressed as
much of herself to him as she could, running her hands through the golden
strands of his hair, tossing his cap off. At this point, she didn’t really care
about the screams bouncing back and forth in her brain—they could go to hell
for all she cared. In this moment, she didn’t want to be shy or helpless or
awkward—she wanted to be sexy, and she’d be damned if she stopped now. With a
few movements, she kicked her boots and leggings off, stationing her hands at
the waistband of Bro’s jeans. It was then that he finally came to, and though
he planned on trying to take it slow with her, she was not helping; his
stiffening erection was almost insupportable in its denim confinement,
throbbing harder as she tantalizingly brought her hips to his.
He hungrily nipped at the softness of her mouth, letting his hands wander, but
he was promptly interrupted; without warning, Jade lifted her right leg, using
her hands to guide his to her thighs and hitch both limbs around his waist. Her
weight added a larger strain to his growing hard-on, especially when her ass
rubbed against it in that just perfect kind of way, banishing any coherent
notion he’d once had. Catching her drift, he carried her to the couch in the
center of the room, unquestionably adoring that she continued grinding into him
as soon as he settled into it, kissing her fervently, profoundly, in a way he’d
never kissed a woman before—there was legitimate passion behind it, as opposed
to the fleeting lust he was so accustomed to.
Jade, of course, was having way too much fun with this—she inched back, swift
in unbuttoning his jeans and teasingly fitting his aching member through the
fly of his boxers. She took it gingerly, and though her heart beat madly in her
chest at the sight of his erect penis (in truth, she’d never done anything like
this before) she began to slide the palm of her hand up and down his shaft,
gripping tighter as his breath took on a ragged beat. Now it was his turn to
forget the basic sequences of simple respiration, despite his countless
experiences—how was it that he was in so much pleasure so quickly? For the
first time since his teenage years, just one little hand had him entirely on
edge—and now, internally writhing in ecstasy, he could only imagine what her
mouth would do to him. He caught a glimpse of a small grin through his
fluttering lashes, but it vanished when she leaned down and fuck, she really
knows how to use her tongue.
She readily began to bob her head and up and down, tongue swirling around his
head for a moment before she took more of him in, taking the stifled groans as
appraisal. Jade’s fingers easily slipped into the same rhythm as her lips,
gradually gaining speed with each passing second. She could feel it twitch from
time to time, but the inward triumph she earned from that was nothing compared
to the sight of Bro’s blood -filled cheeks and viciously bitten lip. His gaze
was all but tangible, gracing her face as she licked and sucked with a vigor he
wasn’t quite used to yet; it was hectic and unpredictable, leaving him in the
dark about what speed or technique to expect; he only knew that it was amazing,
to the point of awakening the initials stirrings of an orgasm just a few
minutes in.
He laced his fingers in her loose, luscious hair, bucking into her mouth harder
and faster and fuck, fuck, fuck, she’s making me cum already—
But Bro held her back until her mouth slid of his dick with an audible pop,
leaning forward to carelessly crush his lips to hers. She knotted her lithe
digits around his neck and effortlessly climbed into his lap to straddle him
again, taking hold of his hand and placing it on the edge of her
panties—begging him to slip in and please her. He took the invitation heartily,
fingers skimming past the cloth, but it didn’t take long for them to discover
the slight wetness of them. He smirked, beckoning her forward to take hold of
her waist as a finger glided into her slit, rubbing innocently for a few
seconds before shifting towards her entrance. Given how moist she already was,
he began to prod at the opening but did nothing else, taunting her, refusing to
fully insert the appendage.
To be honest, he somewhat enjoyed the change of pace—and her abrupt assertion.
He didn’t think he’d be able to go gently if she gave away how much she wanted
him, but with that unexpected avidity of hers, however, she cut any sort of
teasing short—with a quick shove, she pushed his finger in, ignoring the sudden
grin that spread across his face.
“Oh?” He murmured, easing her closer to reach better, rubbing her clit with the
palm of his hand all the while. “A little impatient, are we?” He slipped his
pointer in as he spoke, sliding it in a bit roughly to elicit a response from
her, but she was able to provide a coherent retort—just barely.
“Like you aren’t,” She dipped down to shove his fingers all the way in,
exhaling sharply at the wonderful sensation of them. Bro, however, removed them
with a sly cluck-cluckof his tongue, earning himself a diminutive whimper from
the girl atop him.
“That’s not how it works,” He explained, yanking Jade forward by the hips and
taking hold of the underside of her panties, shoving it aside with one hand
while he slipped the tip of his erection between her swollen labia with his
other. She inched forward, rolling her pelvis onto his dick in hopes of getting
it in already because goddamn was he driving her mad with the teasing and the
leering and the—
“Oh!” The cry was curt, somewhat pained, but a signal of pleasure nonetheless;
the girl was completely still for a few moments, processing the feeling of him
inside her, thick and pulsing against her equally aroused skin. She carelessly
bit down on her lip, and though Bro initially waited til she gave him the
thumbs up to keep going, he couldn’t hold out for too long; she was too goddamn
tight to let his body become used to the delectable pressure bearing down on
him. Bro hastily latched his hands to either side of her nimble hips and
tenderly lowered her, an action that she did not object to—in truth, she didn’t
want to come back up until she’d had every last inch of him, no matter how much
it hurt or bothered her. 
Rocking her back and forth with a temporary gentleness, the male slowly eased
her out of the pinpricks of pain coursing through her, skillfully transforming
them into shivers of pleasure when he began to match her movements at an
exceedingly negligent pace.
Her short-winded whines took on a louder volume, increasing in length as the
couple shifted slothfully, carefully, gradually working towards gaining speed.
Jade, however, could not handle this cautiousness anymore, not when she was so
excited and desperate and hot like this. Unthinkingly, she flung her dress over
her shoulders and tossed it aside (revealing a pitch black bra while she was at
it), leaning forward to plant an impassioned kiss on Bro’s lips, all but saying
pretty pleasein her lust-driven actions.
With breathy chuckle, he complied, despite the scraps of self-control nagging
in the back of his mind. He briefly considering going slowly, to make her beg
for it, but that hadn’t quite worked up to this point. If he couldn’t resist
Jade when his discipline was still intact, what made him think the meager iotas
left of it could possibly stand a chance now? Besides, it had gone down the
drain the second she kissed him, so fuck that.
He gripped at either side of her waist and lifted his hips, sliding his dick in
completely with a satisfying smack. It was a good start, he decided, even
though he never aimed for anything less than, well, fucking great. He pushed
again, and when the girl firmly pressed herself closer, contributing to the
movements as well, he didn’t think it could get any better. Their lips
interlocked thoughtlessly, swallowing each other’s never-ending huffs and
muffled moans as they began to rock harder and bounce fasteragainst the other
in desperate attempts to touch every last inch despite the sliding and the
slipping and the friction.
Jade coiled her arms around Bro’s neck with an involuntary intensity, mewls
escaping into the air in visible puffs as she tried to keeping kissing him, but
fuck, he was making this so hard when he was gripping at her ass cheeks like
there was no tomorrow and ruthlessly slamming into her, again and again and
fuck, please, please don’t stop!
“Bro, I’m gonna—” The brunette stuttered halfway, because if she thought she
was in ecstasy then, she really didn’t know how to handle his fingers as they
teased the tiny mound between her legs, absolutely fucking shoving her into
unexpected throes of utter delight. A pool of warmth began to simmer at the
base of her stomach, slithering lower and lower until it filled each nerve Bro
came into contact with, the heat intensifying in painful increments with each
groan and broken squeal that emanated from her throat.
He chuckled shakily, “Already?” despite the fact that he was too goddamn close
to be talking right now. He eased in and out with a seasoned finesse, pumping
to a steady rhythm, to the sound of Jade’s escalating whimpers, quickly
morphing into all-out pleasured cries. In that moment, he swore he saw stars or
God or something, because goddamn was it getting harder and harder to focus on
the motions that please the girl or his lips as he brusquely bit down on the
skin of her neck. The sensations were dually overwhelming for her, fueling the
trails of electricity gathering below, pushing her closer and closer and closer
and—
“Fuck,” The blonde exhaled, sensing the familiar contractions that indicated
her oncoming orgasm. He, too, felt the inescapable stirrings of pure elation
building up at the core of his penis, steadily warming up to hotter and hotter
temperatures—and that prompted him to hurry the fuck up if he wanted Jade to go
first. He sensed her limbs tense around him in response to the sudden shift in
tempo, but he’d be damned if he came before she did. He settled for short,
powerful strokes that elicited harsher, heavier gasps from her as the seconds
wore on, steadfastly taking note of the decrease in time between each breath
and—
An impassioned scream burst from Jade’s rosy mouth, nails digging into Bro’s
shoulders for support as waves of unadulterated bliss flooded through her
muscles, leaving her speechless while she let the undulations of sexual
intoxication run their course. She exhaled heavily, a chorus of diminishing
ahhs and ohhs following each fatigued sigh, interrupted from time to time by
breathtaking pecks on Bro’s part as he neared his peak. A heavenly delirium
washed through his veins then, spilling into the girl’s body while he slowly
decreased the pace, coming to a full stop once both regained a sense of
reality.
Jade slumped forward, not even bothering to remove herself from him or slide
off his waning erection. Instead she kissed him, gently, innocently, as though
she’d never laid lips on anyone but him before. Her heart pounded in her ears
and sleep prodded at the corners of her vision, but all she could do was let
her mouth slide against his at a tenderly endearing beat. She knotted her
fingers in his golden hair, but the Strider gingerly took her into his arms and
stood, kicking off his remaining clothes to traipse across the apartment and
set her down in the comfortable expanse that was his bed. She felt a grin tug
at the edges of her mouth as he climbed in beside her, utterly gorgeous with
nothing obscuring the pale plains of his beautifully chiseled body. He pulled
the covers up, and much to her surprise, he looped an arm around her waist and
brought her slight frame to his.
“You know,” The girl murmured sleepily, rolling around to face the man behind
her. She took note of his shades, somehow still intact, and smiled, leaning
forward to place a chaste peck on his faintly reddened lips. “I’d take this
over a birthday present anytime.”
With that, she tossed her glasses aside—her bra joining them in a few
seconds—and returned to her perfect position as the little spoon, letting a
yawn commandeer her for a moment. Her inky tresses spilled across the snow
white pillow as soon as she settled in, breathing falling into a deep, restful
pattern in no time at all. Her flushed skin glowed beneath its pale exterior,
giving her a sense of triumph, much to Bro’s satisfaction. He watched her sleep
for a few instants, a genuine smile laced into his features as his arms
tightening around the girl.
She really is something, he thought to himself, kissing her cheek lightly
before joining her in a fitful, untroubled, and pleasantly comfortable sleep.
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