When You're Man Switches Teams
by: BareRPGers (aka, Laura, Meg and Tina)
A/N: Well, this is the first of what will be many chapters and stories from The Bare RPGers. This is actually and RPG that we modified and changed around to better suit the purposes of a fic. It may be a bit choppy, and we're sorry for that, but we tryed our best, honestly. This particular RPG was based on a song that Jenna (Ivy) sang at the Bare's Back concert. It's called "When You're Man Switches Teams." The first few chapters (like, one or two) will actually stick with the song. After that, OUT IT BRANCHES! Toodles!
Meg, Laura and Tina
Disclaimer: We do not own any characters, places, names, songs, etc. mentioned in this fic. This is merely here for entertainment purposes and is not meant to infringe upon anyone's rights. This disclaimer goes for the whole story.
Peter cocked his head to the side, the forced smile on his face starting to make his cheeks hurt. He had been listening to the group talk for half an hour, and had yet to get interested, finding it much more interesting to run sexual scenarios through his head to pass the time, and none of them involved the group they were talking to, aside from Jason of course. He leaned toward Jason slightly, nudging him with his arm and giving him a look that he hoped said 'can we –please- go now?'
Jason felt Peter nudge against him and nudged back slightly, giving him a slight glare in the process, trying to let him know that he was trying to get out of there as fast as he could. Yes, he was getting bored of this. And yes, there were much more -interesting- things he could be doing right now. He was sure that Peter was probably coming up with a few, Jason couldn't tell that Peter hadn't been paying attention and was probably in his own fantasy land. Jason was pretty fond of Peter's fantasy land himself, but they couldn't just leave, they had to have an excuse. Couldn't draw attention.
Peter rolled his eyes at Jason's glare, falling back against his chair, slumping slightly. Come to think of it, this is probably why I'm barely passing French.
"So, Jason. What you're saying is that in French the little squiggly lines and stuff are telling you how to pronounce the words and aren't just there for decor? Really? Why wouldn't they just make new letters and now add to them? It's all so confusing!" Ivy looked down at her textbook, slightly confused. French was so much harder than she thought it would be. Is he really worth the pain and suffering that comes from studying this language? Ivy asked herself, looking at Jason and knowing the answer without a second's delay. Yes. Simple as that. He's worth anything. And I've got him. I think he might be mine!
Peter watched Jason point things out to Ivy, biting his lip to keep from saying anything out of place. If she doesn't understand the squiggles by now, she's not going to!
Jason sighed and took the book from Ivy so he could point things out to her. "Look, just think of it as regular grammar, Ivy. English does the same thing, only you don't have anything to tell you. You've just got to memorize it. Try reading it out loud tonight. And if you want, I'll meet you in the library before French tomorrow, we can go over your homework," he said, smiling at Ivy. I'll go over her homework everyday for the rest of the semester, just please get me out of here now so I can find out what exactly Peter's been thinking about... "But we've been here for awhile, we should probably call it quits for now."
Peter let out a sigh of relief. Finally! Now we can go back to our room and not talk about French for the rest of the night. "Yeah, great." He pulled his books from the table, shoving them messily into his bag. He smiled, almost for the first time during the lesson.
Jason tried to hold back a laugh as he watched Peter hurriedly shove his books into his bag. He started gather his things as well, taking his time to put his books neatly in his bag, not going too slowly, but just enough so that he knew he had to be torturing Peter a bit. He bit back a smile; that boy just couldn't learn to be patient...maybe he'd try to teach him later, he already had some pretty appealing ideas on how to go about that.
Peter watched Jason take his time with his books, glaring at him slightly.
"See you guys later," Jason called out to the group as he shouldered his bag and began to leave the room.
Peter waved goodbye to Ivy, following him into the hall and toward their room.
"Okay... bye, I guess." Ivy said, trying to hide her sadness. She wasn't that stupid. Obviously, she basically knew what the symbols meant in French, but she was willing to do anything to keep Jason there. And there he goes... Ivy sighed and picked up her book bag, slowly stuffing her books into it.
Ivy slowly made her way back to her dorm, thinking up ways to get Jason to commit to her more. He flirts... he must be interested. Why won't he just accept an offer! Ivy got to her dorm and opened the door, finding no Nadia or cello. Peace at last.
"You're mean, you know that?" Peter pulled his bag over his shoulders, pulling the straps down with his thumbs.
Jason raised his eyebrows and smirked as Peter glared at him. "I'm not mean," he said, moving closer to Peter, glad that nobody was in that particular hallway. "You just need to learn some patience. Maybe I can help with that, hm?" Jason whispered in Peter's ear.
Peter shivered when Jason whispered to him, all sorts of visuals running through his head. "Well maybe I don't want to be patient?" Then again, if Jason was doing the teaching, he could probably find a way to deal with it.
"Personally I think she's playing dumb so that you'll help her." Peter said. Jason was just about the only senior Ivy hadn't 'had her way with' that she wanted to. "She's using academics to draw you in, and when you least expect it, she'll snap and there will be nothing you can do about it."
Jason laughed at Peter's accusations about Ivy. Truth be told, he'd kind of picked up on that too...Ivy was a smart girl; there was no way she'd suck that much at French. And he was a good tutor; Peter had no problem understanding it once he started helping him. Then again, he'd given Peter some incentive that he really wasn't willing to give Ivy...
"Peter. Come on. She's just being Ivy, she acts like that around anyone."
Peter rolled his eyes as Jason laughed. "I'm serious! Ivy tends to get what she wants."
"She's not going to draw me in, idiot." Jason replied.
Peter kicked his foot into the floor. "Don't call me an idiot." Okay, so I'm being stupid, I know that.
"She can try, but..." Jason looked around to check the hallway before stopping to spin Peter toward him and grab hold of his hands, gently rubbing circles with his thumbs against Peter's. "You, of all people, should know she's really not my type."
I really wish he would stop worrying about this. I'm not going to just run off on him if Ivy tries to pounce or something. We're suppose to be together, whatever that means. He should just trust me… Jason thought.
He looked up at Jason when he grabbed his hands, instinctively looking around to see that they were the only ones in the hall. He smiled apologetically. "Yeah, I know. Can you blame me for over reacting? Have you seen you?"
"You still shouldn't be overreacting, okay? If wanted to be with her, I would be. But I'm not. I'm here because I wanted be, okay? Accept and get over it, because it's not changing." Jason smiled lightly.
Peter bit down on his bottom lip as Jason spoke, feeling somewhat guilty for even thinking what he thought. "Okay, I'm sorry." He did trust Jason, which had nothing to do with it. He didn't trust Ivy. "You promise?"
Jason smirked at Peter's comment about his looks. "Hey, same goes for you. You don't see you when we're...alone. Playing baseball."
Jason leaned into whisper in Peter's ear. "You're fucking hot, Peter."
Peter blushed, looking to the floor when Jason brought up baseball. Funny how that would made him blush now, no matter what context it was in, even gym class. He looked back up to Jason, feeling him self shiver again when Jason whispered to him. Something about his voice when it was low and quiet like that. "You know, you better watch yourself. We're not in the privacy of our room yet, and I swear if you talk to me like that one more time, we're going to have a very graphic and public coming out." He smirked again, taking a step away from Jason and taking his hands back, cocking his head toward their room.
Jason smirked and nodded at Peter before following him towards their room. He loved that he could make Peter flustered like that. It was kind of cute.
Peter leaned closer to Jason, lowering his voice even though they were the only ones in the hall. "I know what you're saying, but I think we should work in this patience thing later. It's –really- not a good time to get started on that." He rose his eyebrows suggestively.
"You know, you might have a point; patience is, uh, looking a kind of overrated. I assume you had other plans in mind?" he asked, smirking at Peter. "Yes, I promise I won't let Ivy pounce on me. Let's just let it go."
Peter nodded, holding back a laugh. "Okay fine. I'll drop it… the topic I mean."
"Well, I had –ideas-. No real plans, but –plenty- of ideas." His stance changed noticeably when a few other students filed into the hall, looked at Jason, and giggled, talking amongst them selves. He rolled his eyes with a smile. "We should hurry so we have time to work out these ideas before dinner."
Seeing people come into the hall, Jason instinctively stepped a bit away from Peter, slipping back into the act where Peter was just his best friend and he was everyone's golden boy.
Peter would normally throw Jason a semi annoyed glare at the way he stepped away from him when other people were around, but his mind was too caught up with… other matters… to really care at the moment.
"Maybe I can help detail some of your ideas out? You should show me some." Jason said quietly enough for just Peter hear as the approached their dorm. He dug through his pockets, looking for his key. He wanted privacy. Now.
Peter leaned against the wall by their door, waiting for Jason to get his key, since Peter already knew his was sitting on his night stand. He smiled and nodded at Jason. "That'd be great! I'd really love your input." He raised his eyebrows suggestively at Jason. "You know, I just think you'd have a lot to offer here, being one of the… smartest … guys in school." He lowered his voice. "For lack of a better word or course."
Jason found his key, holding it up triumphantly before opening the door and let Peter and himself in.
Peter clapped sarcastically, still wearing the playful smile, as Jason held up the key. " Well done."
"Finally. God, Ivy asked a ton of questions. Didn't think we were ever going to get back," Jason said, closing the door quickly before dumping his stuff on the floor.
"Well, you could just tell you sometime that you can't tutor her. She's not actually stupid, so it's not like you'll be letting her down." He let his bag fall from his shoulders.
He moved to wrap his arms around Peter's waist, pulling him close. Peter wrapped his arms around Jason's shoulders and pulled him closer. Peter smiled as they just held each other, sighing contently.
"What I have to offer, hm?" Jason kissed Peter softly on the lips and then rested his forehead against Peter's. "Well, I don't know about smartest guy here. But you do know how I like to overachieve...let's see if I can help you out."
"Sounds like a plan." All day Peter had been waiting to get back here and just be with Jason. But then again, he had been waiting all day, and the thoughts in his mind weren't just standing by the door hugging. He kissed Jason again, pressing against him, as if to nudge him toward the bedroom.
Jason felt Peter press against him and laughed softly at the not so subtle hint to move towards the bed. "A bit eager there, Peter?" Jason pressed back even closer. Oh yeah. Just a bit eager...
Peter laughed. "Aww darn, I thought I was being subtle." He put on his best 'I'm so innocent' face. "Didn't wanna come on too strong. You might get the wrong idea about me."
Jason pulled Peter in for another kiss, a deeper one this time. He'd needed this, he'd been waiting all day for this. He let his hands slip up Peter's shirt, running them up his sides.
Peter leaned back in to kiss Jason deeper, only pulling apart for a moment to lift his arms and get his shirt off, mimicking the same movements on Jason.
Jason snorted. "Wrong idea, huh? Because stripping your shirt off is going to correct that impression...not that I mind, of course," Jason said, running a hand down Peter's bare chest and smiling appreciatively before kissing him again.
"Well, if the impression's already made, may as well go with it right?" Peter laughed shortly.
Jason led Peter to the bed and pushed him back, climbing over him to straddle his boyfriend. Peter tugged at the hem of Jason's shirt as they made their way to the bed, but he fell back and was climbed on before he could get Jason's shirt off. Not that Peter was complaining. Jason kissed Peter hard and began to work on the undoing Peter's pants.
Peter arched his hips up as they kissed so he could be his pants off easier, tugging at Jason's shirt again. "You know this works a lot better if you have much less clothing on." He sighed in frustration.
Jason laughed as Peter tugged on his shirt. "Hey, remember what I said earlier about patience? It's all going to happen Peter lay back and enjoy it, alright?" I sure am enjoying it, anyway he thought as Peter slid his pants off.
"Honestly, I've already forgotten what you said earlier. Maybe it has something to do with the hot baseball player sitting on me." Peter sighed in frustration.
"Tsk, tsk, Peter. Wrong idea, indeed. And you're an altar boy. I must say, I never expected this kind of behavior from you," Jason said teasingly between kisses.
"I… Well that's not fair. You're not an altar boy so I can't make fun of you!" Peter pouted slightly.
"Ah, but wouldn't making fun of me just waste time we could have to do...other things? Remember how eager you were a minute ago?" Jason smiled down at him.
Peter finally became fed up with the teasing kisses and held Jason by the back of his neck, pulling him in for a deep kiss.
Jason kissed Peter back, just as hard, giving out a small moan and pressing as close to Peter as possible. When they finally broke the kiss, he pulled away, so that he was practically sitting on Peter's lap. "Okay, you've convinced me. Lesson in patience almost over, alright?" Slowly, he lifted his own shirt, finally pulling it over his head and letting drop to the floor before doing the same with his pants, all the while his eyes locked on Peter's.
Peter finally just let himself relax. Enjoy it. Don't think so much. Relax! "Fine. I'll be patient…" He watched as Jason took his shirt and pants off. "But you should know this is taking a –lot- of patience." His eyes finally broke away from Jason's to scan his body. His fingers traced up Jason's stomach and chest and up to his neck as he locked eyes with Jason again.
Jason shivered slightly as Peter ran his hands over his chest, keeping his stare on Peter's eyes. God. How does he do this? All he has to do is touch me and I'm completely his. He could probably get me to do anything right now. I'm pathetic. He was all but ripping my clothes off earlier, and now...but God, he's perfect, though. His eyes. His hands. Oh God, yeah, the hands.
"So we're done with patient?" Peter smiled eagerly.
Jason snapped out of his silent reverie and brought his hand up to lightly trace the side of Peter's face. Peter smiled softly as Jason's hand touched his face.
"Yeah. Yeah, we're done with patience now, babe," Jason said, voice low. He leaned into Peter, taking him into a slow, deep kiss.
Jason was everything Peter had ever wanted and now that Peter had him, he still found it hard to believe sometimes. Peter moaned into the kiss, arching up against Jason again, his hands resting on Jason hips.
Jason moaned as Peter arched against him, following suit and finding a rythym, moving his hips in time with Peter's. He let one hand to sneak around Peter's back, to make sure he could stay as close as possible and brought his other hand up to thread his fingers through Peter's hair. Peter was beautiful, and Jason was the only one who got to see this. His Peter, their time.
Peter's head leaned toward Jason's hand as it ran through his hair. As long as Jason kept on touching him, there was nothing that could ever go wrong.
Jason pulled away, moving to place kisses down Peter's chest and stomach before sliding first Peter's and then his own underwear off. Peter's breath came heavier as Jason started kissing down his chest.
When they were both completely naked, Peter leaned back up, catching Jason's lips again with his own, his hands falling to the small of Jason's back to slowly pull him back down on top of him, his breath hitching in his throat for a moment when their bodies came together. "I love you Jason." Peter whispered in Jason ear, before kissing him again.
Jason smiled at Peter's words. "You too, baby. Always," he spoke against Peter's lips. He moved to trail kisses up Peter's neck to his jaw. "We're forever, you know that?" Jason said, between kisses.
"Forever and always." The words came out as a soft sigh against Jason's ear, before Peter kissed him there, one leg lifting to wrap around Jason's. The hand that wasn't still on Jason's back, slid down between them, tickling softly up Jason's thigh as he kissed Jason.
Jason closed his eyes as Peter's hand ran up his leg. Shit. How could one person do that? How could one person make me feel so much? He was so used to putting up guards and defenses, that's was the only way to get by... How could Peter shatter them all so easily?
Jason moved his hand from Peter's back down further, giving a semi evil smirk as gave Peter's ass a squeeze before pushing him up closer, pushing against him harder. He needed Peter, this. He had needed it all day. He kissed Peter hard, let the kiss drag on, not wanting this to end, ever.
Peter could feel his heart beat beginning to speed up, and he didn't know if it was simply being with Jason that did it to him, or if it was that each kiss was becoming more and more needy.
"Damn right, forever and always. This is perfect. You're fucking perfect, you know that?" Jason replied.
Peter couldn't help but smile at what Jason said. And to think that he could come up with a list of his faults as long as his leg. But with Jason, none of that seemed to matter. He actually felt like he could be himself without the hiding and secrecy. It's kind of hard to keep secrets from the people you're sleeping with, not that he wanted to.
"Jason…" Peter let out a loud moan as the kisses went from loving to needy to urgent. He kissed Jason again, long and hard, leaning up into him.
Jason let out a low moan as Peter pressed against him; never quite close enough. He couldn't even really think anymore, not about anything beyond Peter below him gorgeously naked and begging him, needing him.
"Oh, God. Peter. God." Jason kissed Peter fiercely, like his life depended on it, and right now, maybe it did a little.
Peter moaned into the kiss, loving everything about the way Jason's mouth felt and tasted. God, this was way too perfect, more so than anything Peter could have ever imagined. His breath shuddered as Jason kissed down his chest and stomach, never wanting to leave this moment.
Jason moved down, kissing his way down Peter's chest and stomach. He paused, looking up at Peter and grinning.
"This needs to… yeah, now." Peter said, breathless.
"Now?" Jason kissed the inside of Peter's thigh, lightly, then sat up slightly to teasingly run his hand up and down the insides of Peter's legs. "Now what? Tell me, Peter. I want you to tell me," he said, voice hoarse and low. "Tell me what you want. I'm yours."
"I just…" Peter was having a hard time putting together full thoughts, let alone being able to verbalize them coherently. "I need you to not stop touching me. Your mouth and your hands and just…" He cocked his head down so he could look at Jason, his smile laced with frustration. "I just need you okay?"
"Okay. You have me, then." Jason smiled. How in hell did I get this lucky? How did I end up with him? If this is so wrong then how I am here doing something this perfect? If it's so wrong, then why is someone like him here with me?
Jason bent down, kissing Peter's stomach, then sat back up to look at him, gently massaging Peter's legs, loving the way Peter's skin felt beneath his finger tips. "Won't stop touching you. Don't want to. Ever. Wish we could just stay like this, you know?"
Peter closed his eyes as he nodded; getting lost in the way Jason was touching him. The way his hands and mouth felt, the way Peter's heart felt right now. Everything's all too perfect. And to think there had been a time when Peter was afraid of this.
Jason moved to grab Peter's hands, lacing his fingers with Peter's, holding them up in between them. "We fit, Peter." He leaned in to kiss Peter again, lying back on top of him, flush against him.
Peter opened his eyes again when Jason grabbed his hands, looking up into his eyes and smiling softly. How did Jason always know what to say to make Peter's heart skip a beat? He leaned up to kiss Jason again, relaxing back down when Jason laid down on top of him. "You're perfect Jason." And this was all too true. Everything his said, everything he did, how he touched, how he kissed. And, let's face it, he was gorgeous too.
Jason closed his eyes, his breath hitching a bit a Peter's words. Peter couldn't possibly know what he did to him, how he felt. Jason could try to tell him, but Peter deserved so much more than what he could give him. He couldn't give him anything outside of this room. Peter should have the world and all Jason could give him were stolen hours hidden away in a small dorm room.
But Jason could try to show him. Touch him, never let go, and then maybe he would know.
Jason let his hand trace down Peter's side and around to gentle slide down Peter's back, lifting him up just barely. He pushed against Peter again, this time almost hesitantly, and he looked at him, silently asking permission to go further. He wanted further, and they'd done this before, but he always had to make sure that Peter was okay with it.
Peter's eyes stayed locked on Jason's, trying to keep his breath from shaking. He recognized the way Jason slowed down slightly, and answered Jason's question with a long kiss. Jason didn't need to ask him permission. Chances are, no matter what he was asking at the moment, Peter would give it to him whole heartedly. But even so, something about the way Jason always made sure Peter was okay first made him feel safe. It was an indescribable feeling, but just something in the way it made Peter's heart feel like it was going to burst when Jason was around made him feel safe.
Jason felt himself melt a little as Peter kissed him. Maybe it was a little pathetic and sappy, but knowing Peter trusted him and loved him, these moments, made the whole act he had to put on for everyone else a little less hellish, just knowing he had this.
Jason slid down Peter's body, intent on kissing and touching every inch. He let his hands and mouth roam, letting Peter's reactions guide him.
Ivy walked around the hallway, deciding what to do. I know! Jason can't be busy at all. I need to talk to him. Explain how I feel. It's nessacary now. He must already know. I need to tell him. He definately can't be busy at midnight.
Ivy walked up to Jason's dorm and paused at the door, deciding what to do. If I knock, I might wake up Peter... he doesn't need to witniss this. Let him find out about it through gossip like a normal high school student...
Ivy opened the door and walked into the dorm, slightly preoccupied. She stopped in the middle and stared at Jason and Peter, her eyes wide with shock.