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It was Saturday. His mom was working the night shift. She left a note on the kitchen table telling him not to go to bed too late with a twenty-dollar bill attached for pizza. He gorged himself on a Hawaiian pie and cheesy bread while he kicked ass on Call of Duty. It was his best Saturday in a long time.
He was in the middle of arguing with some snotty kid on his headset when someone knocked on his bedroom door. He assumed it was his mom telling him that she managed to get off early.
He swore he was having another hallucination when he opened it and found Rachel on the other side dripping wet. Thunder clapped outside. The foundation of his old house shook.
"Can I have a towel?"
He handed her the relatively clean one hanging on the back of his door. She stepped into his room and pulled her shirt off. He swallowed when her boobs bounced free in front of him. He didn't get to see them before. She stripped off the rest of her clothes and wrapped her body in the towel. He watched in disbelief as she sat on the end of his bed and looked around his room.
She had an entitlement problem.
"What were you doing?"
"Playing video games."
She shook her head and muttered under her breath, "Boys."
He snapped out of his trance. "What the fuck are you doing here?"
Her back straightened. He had a feeling that he was the only one who ever asked her to explain herself. "Do you want me to leave?"
"I want you to tell me why you're here."
"So you don't want me to leave."
He threw his hands up in frustration. "Stop playing your stupid little games with me! You can't just show up at my house and take your clothes off. Shouldn't you be with your boyfriend?"
"I was."
"Why'd you leave?"
"Because I have a problem."
He hated himself for being curious. "What problem?"
"You." She huffed and braced her hands on his bed. "Come here."
"No."
"Are you afraid of me?"
"You could give me aids or something."
She laughed a god honest laugh before standing up and coming to him. He backed closer against his dresser, but she took the move as a challenge. Once she was in front of him, she loosened her towel. It pooled around her feet. He stared at his ceiling. He wasn't going to let her do this to him again.
She pressed herself against him. He felt the damp outline of her tits against his t-shirt. He remembered hearing Puck complain about how small they were in the locker room. He was fucking crazy. They felt perfectly round, just the right size.
His mouth watered, and he swallowed again. She pressed her face to his chest and breathed him in as if she was checking for pheromones. He felt her lips curve into a smile. She knew how much she affected him. He hated her for knowing.
Her hands cupped his biceps. They slid down his arms until their fingers touched. She pulled his arms around her waist. They settled on her bare ass. His hands cupped her instinctually. She pressed her cheek against him and spoke, "I was kissing him. He put his hand up my skirt and squeezed me."
He was going to puke.
Her hands slid under his shirt. She rubbed his lower stomach and toyed with the hair trailing down from his bellybutton. "I was so turned on, but I wasn't thinking about him." She trailed her hand lower and cupped the bulge in his shorts. "I was thinking about you."
Call him weak. Call him senseless. He didn't care.
He took one hand off her ass and used it to force her face upward so he could give her the kiss that had been tingling on his lips for days just waiting to be shared. He grunted when she pulled back before they ran out of air. That was against the rules wasn't it? They were supposed to kiss until they were dizzy.
"Take off your shirt," she commanded as she pushed his pants and boxers down to his ankles. He yanked the material over his head. He blinked and suddenly he was in his video game chair. She was straddling his lap and the entire scene felt very familiar.
He felt the liquid heat between her legs rubbing against his dick. He almost cried at how unfair this was. He had no control. She used her body to own him, and it only made him want to kiss her harder.
It made him want to stop fighting it and admit what he let himself think late at night when no one was around to judge him.
Wanting her felt good.
She grabbed one of his hands and held it up between them. "I thought about them, so big and strong, all over me, touching me the way you did." She singled out the finger donning his purity ring and wrapped her lips around it. She never broke eye contact while she sucked softly and released it with a naughty smirk.
"What would your friends in celibacy club think if they saw you right now?"
"I don't care."
"You're wrong." She kissed his cheek. "That's the difference between you and me." Her nose brushed his skin. "You do care."
He groaned from the truth of it all and grabbed her hips. "Shut up and fuck me."
She dramatically exhaled. "Since you asked so nicely."
He lasted longer that time and used his fingers on her to give her a nice parting gift before she stood up and stole a t-shirt to wear home. She claimed that she lived right around the corner. He'd have to remember that.
He found Quinn crying in front of his locker the next day, and he was sure that she knew. Rachel finally told. Her conquest wasn't complete in the car. Her goal was to have sex with him in his home, and last night he let her, and now everyone knew.
That bitch.
He stepped up to his ex and she fell against him sobbing. Before he could apologize for his actions, she murmured something about Sam being poor and having to move back to his home state to live with extended family. Her story ended with an embarrassed, "He dumped me!"
It didn't feel as good as he thought it would.
He hugs Quinn and his eyes wander over her shoulder, down the hall, where Puck's hand is slipping into the back of Rachel's jean pocket. He sees her look at his lips. He watched Puck lean down to give her a sloppy kiss. He knew from experience that Rachel wasn't a sloppy kisser. Puck goes for her neck. Her new angle gives her a perfect view of him consoling Quinn. He sees something flash in her eyes.
An idea sparks in his brain. If she wanted to be with Puck in public and be with him in private, then he knew exactly how to even the playing field.
Pulling back, he smiled at Quinn and wiped her tears off her cheeks. Her eyes filled with something he used to think was love. "I've missed you, Quinn. I'm sorry about Sam, but I'm here for you. Let's be us again."
Quinn's pearly white smile blinded him and she jumped into his arms, wrapping him in a tight hug. He looked over her shoulder again and found Rachel gone.
Served her right.
He hated high school parties. They weren't fun. Quinn complained the entire night about the wretched smell of booze and smoke, but she refused to leave. Everyone in their class who apparently mattered was there, and apparently it was really important for them to be seen together, enjoying themselves, like Sam never even existed.
Whatever. He was only there for the food.
He drank one beer. It was warm and left an awful taste in his mouth. Quinn sipped on a wine cooler. He thought it was a sin to drink, but to Quinn it was a bigger sin not to fit in.
She hung on his arm all night, but he managed to slip away when his bladder demanded it. He reminded her that there would be a line to buy himself more free time.
Instead of venturing to the second floor bathroom, he slipped into the backyard. He'd rather pee on a tree than in a vomit stained toilet anyway. His feet carried him to the edge of the property. He found a tree wide enough to hide him from view and unzipped his pants. He did his business and went to tuck himself back into his jeans when he heard a giggling voice.
"Don't put it away."
He was an inch away form zipping himself into a hospital visit, but he managed to get decent just in time to see Rachel creep out from behind the tool shed a few paces to his left.
"Boys are so lucky. You can just whip it out and go anywhere," she sighed and took a long sip from the green bottle in her hand.
"Don't you think it's creepy to watch a guy pee?"
"I've had you inside me. Seeing you pee is hardly inappropriate at this point." He didn't want to reward her sarcasm with a response. He took two steps towards the house and she ordered, "Wait!" She dropped her bottle and raced towards him. He felt her tiny palms encase his bicep. "Where are you going?"
He spun towards her yanking his arm from her grasp in the process. "Back inside. I need to find Quinn."
"No, you don't."
"Yes, I do. And you need to go find Puck."
She waved in front of the air casting off the thought. "He passed out half an hour ago."
He chuckled humorlessly. "So that's why you came looking for me. Puck wasn't available."
"Why do you have a problem with Noah?"
"Because he an asshole!"
"And Quinn is a pretentious, narcissistic bitch, but I'm not interrogating you about her!"
"I wasn't dating Quinn when we hooked up."
"You were still hung up on her. It's the same thing."
There was no use trying to argue with Rachel. She had a retort for everything. There would never come a day when she'd admit that she was in the wrong. He ran his hand through his hair and then put them both out in front of himself. "You know what? Fine. You're right. Quinn sucks. I'm an idiot."
He tried walking away, but her sincere voice stopped him. "I don't think you're an idiot."
On reflex, he spoke, "Everyone else does."
She shook her head and grabbed his wrists. He peered down at her. Her eyes sparkled just as much in the moonlight as they did in the sun. "Quinn is an idiot. Noah is an idiot. Everyone in that house is an idiot. You're not."
His shoulders sagged in defeat. "What do you want from me, Rachel?"
Her back straightened. She knew she had him. "I wanted to tell you something." She pressed her hands against his stomach. They roved across his abdomen before settling low on his hips. "Even though you're with her again, we can still make each other feel good."
He should have guessed that she'd have no problem being the other woman. She already made him the other man. "You want me to cheat on her?"
"Do you love her?" She challenged.
He was proud of himself for already knowing the answer. "No."
"Then you're already cheating. You're making her think you care and you don't."
"Kind of like what you do with him?"
"We're not talking about me."
"Funny. I thought we're always talking about you."
"Don't be mean. You're not good at it."
He looked at the tool shed and inhaled slowly. "Get to the point."
"That shirt you're wearing is ugly."
"Rachel-"
"That's how you be mean!"
He grabbed her hands and squeezed them firmly to focus her words. "Say what you want to say or I'm going inside."
She'd never do what he asked. Instead of explaining herself, she let her actions speak. She stretched on her tiptoes and kissed him square on the mouth. It was the first time since he accepted Quinn back into his life that he felt like he could breathe again. She wiggled her hands free and laced their fingers while she angled her mouth over his. Her tongue was insistent against his lips, but he held strong against it.
She was scowling when she pulled back. "You're stubborn." He responded to her comment with silence. "Just ignore everyone else and have fun with me."
"By fun you mean sex," he clarified.
"I mean just being with me the way we're best at." She stroked his hands with her thumbs and put her cheek against his chest so that she could hear his heart beating for the possibilities. "You like it. Just admit it, Finn. Surrender."
He didn't want to satisfy her. Inflating Rachel's ego was the last thing he wanted. He'd rather jump off a roof than prove her right.
But he'd have to if he wanted her to keep breathing life into his empty self.
She blinked up at him. The look in his eye must have given him away before he could verbally agree. He was surrendering.
"They can't find out."
"I know."
"Swear on it. I can't walk around thinking you'll pull the rug out from under me."
"I'd much rather lay on the rug with you," she giggled. His face held firm. She recognized the seriousness in his statement. "I swear I'll never tell, but you have to swear something to me."
She couldn't give a piece of herself away without getting one from him in return. "What?"
She released his hands. Her arms wound around his neck. Her fingers combed through the back of his hair. Her hands glided down his rough neck. Her index traced the shell of his ear. Her thumb brushed his bobbing adam's apple. She lightly clawed down his chest, rubbing his nipples through the cotton before slipping her hands under it to feel his skin. The muscles in his stomach tightened when she rubbed the skin above his belt.
"You can be her boyfriend," she whispered as she popped the button on his jeans. He watched her hand tug on his zipper. "Take her on dates. Go to church with her on Sunday. Play scrabble with her parents. I don't care." His eyes closed when her hand snaked down and cupped him through his boxers. Had he been half hard this entire time?
"Hug her. Kiss her even," she fisted him and clearly spoke, "but this belongs to me. You don't have to share that part of me with him. I refuse to share with her. If you want me, you fuck me and only me."
He choked out his promise of only her.
A wicked smirk curved on her lips. "Good." She rose to give him another kiss to seal the deal. Her hand continued to tease him through his underwear. He cupped her hips to anchor himself to the ground. "Now do you want to try to find an empty bedroom or try our luck behind that shed?"
Five minutes later, his back was against a rotting wooden wall while he fisted Rachel's hair through his first blowjob.
