dont own characters or pitch perfect. please review. also lemon below, fair warning. I'm not super comfortable writing them but i figure id try stretching my boundaries. lemme know whatcha think.
Beca stumbles down the stairs, bounces off a couple making out. She ignores their protests and continues down to the dance floor. She stops on the last stair in order to give herself some height to see over the crowd. The floor is crowded, but she makes out his dark curls by the cooler full with jungle juice. Oh God, I bet he's trashed, she thinks. Jesse is a notorious lightweight. College had done nothing to change this about him, only given him ample opportunities to prove this to Beca. Beca wasn't a heavy drinker herself, but she could drink Jesse under the table fairly easily. The man with the dark curls turns around to say something to a girl who had approached him, and Beca confirms that it is in fact Jesse. A surge of jealousy fires up to her stomach, her face turns red. That bitch better get the fuck away from Jesse.
She walks disjointedly towards Jesse. The blond bitch talking to Jesse laughs at something he said, and places her hand on his arm flirtatiously. Oh come on, she's not even that pretty! Vapid blond bitch, Beca seethes to herself. She gets within ten feet of the chortling pair when she catches Jesse's eye. He grins at her and starts to shout a greeting, but the small and words fall from his mouth when he sees Beca's face full of thunder. Beca plants herself between Jesse and the girl whose name to her might as well have been blond bitch. She grabs him behind the head, getting a fistful of his hair, and crashes his mouth into hers. She bites his lower lip a bit harder than might've been necessary. The pain from his lip only makes Jesse deepen the kiss as Beca feels his tongue dance around hers and his arms wrap around her waist. She breaks the kiss, breathing in deep, face reddened, lips swollen, hair slightly mussed. Jesse looks totally dazed.
She turns to look at the pissed off face of blond bitch who is glaring at Beca. Beca matches with a glare of her own that is much more intimidating. Ear spikes and tattoos will do that for a girl. She lets the expression drop off her face and replaces it with a sickeningly sweet one. "Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt. I was just sooo excited to see my boyfriend," her voice dripping with malevolent honey. Jesse snaps out of his daze at this. A smile so big spreads across his face, Beca worries it might shatter. He takes her hand in his, and squeezes her fingers. She squeezes back and leans back into his strong chest.
"Beca, this is Caroline," he offers meekly while kissing the top of Beca's head and breathing in her shampoo. He wonders what type of shampoo she uses, her hair always smells delicious. Caroline smiles weakly.
"It's nice to meet you," simpers a slightly apologetic Beca.
"You too, I think I'm going to head out. It was awesome talking to you, Jesse!" Caroline says suddenly all chipper again. Beca snorts as she walks away.
"You know, that wasn't very nice of you," Jesse declares. He and Beca fill their cups at the cooler. She raises an eyebrow at him.
"Are you really complaining?" she asks. She leans up and kisses him on his jawline. A slight shudder passes through his body in response. Beca loves the effect she has on him.
"Oh not at all. Very romantic you were about to challenge that poor freshman to a duel for my heart."
Beca snorts, "Who cares about your heart? I'm more interested in other things." She runs a finger down his chest, but stops it at his bellybutton. He moans in protest. "Come on, dude. We're in public. Play your cards right, and maybe later." They eye the kitchen's unoccupied chairs they could sit and chat in.
"Come on," Jesse grabs Beca's hand and pulls her into the chair next to him. A large blond frame passes holding a couple of beers. Jesse smiles in recognition. "Hey, Wilt Chamberlain from Conan the Destroyer!" No response, Blondie keeps walking. "Blondie!" The large, pastel covered man turns and laughs when he sees Jesse. Beca smiles a bit in confusion at the girly nickname he has no problem answering to.
"Weird reference, dude. But respect," the frat boy allows. His eyes dart to Beca, then back to Jesse. "Serious respect. I'm Blondie." He puts down the beers and extends his hand to Beca to shake. His hands dwarf hers. "Y'all having a good time?"
"Beca. And yeah, it's a pretty good party. Your brother Joey gave me and my friends a bunch of tequila." Blondie rolls his eyes.
"I'm assuming Joey didn't know you had a boytoy. That dude is the Scrooge McDuck of booze." Beca and Jesse laugh.
"Why don't you just say the Scrooge? Why specifically the cartoon character?" asks a grinning Jesse. Blondie shrugs, eyeing the couple.
"Maybe I like cartoons. Go fuck yourself," he said, waiting for the insults.
"I still watch Avatar," admits Jesse. The two men look at Beca expectantly. She pretends not to notice, but can't stand the heat of their stares for long.
"Fine! When I'm in a bad mood, I'll watch PowerPuff Girls! Happy?" Jesse and Blondie laugh while Beca rolls her eyes. She points at Blondie's beers. "Who's the second beer for? You have a ladyfriend?" Blondie grins and pulls out a pocketknife too quickly for either of the couple to see where it was hidden on his body. He stabs it into the bottom of one of his cans, twirls the blade to make a larger hole, pops the tap, and brings it to his mouth. He drains the beer, throws it behind him, and opens his other beer and sips it. The whole process took about seven seconds. Jesse's jaw dropped. Beca's joined it.
"That was fucking insane, dude," manages Beca. Blondie belches in reply.
"And I do not have a lady friend. Speaking of, is your friend Stacie seeing anyone?" he asks hopefully. Beca and Jesse share a pitiable look.
"The better question might be who isn't she seeing…" says Beca apologetically. Blondie shrugs, undeterred by this news. He hops out of his chair.
"I'll see you losers later. It was nice meeting y'all. Come back any time. Especially you, Beca. We like pretty girls here, even ones with spikes." Beca and Jesse offer farewells as the drunk frat boy bounces away, his energy renewed by the beers he had just binge drank.
"Nice guy," offers Jesse. Beca stands up and sidles into his lap.
"Well, my mister nice guy, why don't we go back to your room, and you can show me how nice you are," Beca whispers seductively.
"And leave all of our friends behind at this party? That's just mean! Someone could get hurt," counters Jesse, faked outrage in his voice. Beca slaps him outside the head.
"Jesse! Seriously! Sex, like right now. Time to go," she demands with a little bit of a whine entering her voice. He laughs and stands. She is knocked off his lap in the process, but he catches her before she falls. Beca makes a noise at the indignity of it, but is too drunk, aroused, and tired of this party to put much effort into complaining. The powerwalk through the party, dodging grinding dancers and three men surrounding a dark haired guy drinking from a bag of wine. Jesse points. By the stairs, Stacie has Blondie pinned against the wall, crushing his mouth with hers. Blondie's hands were resting, one on her belt, the other just a little lower.
"Fast work," remarks Jesse, pulling Beca out the door and into the sweltering heat of the Georgia night.
"It's Stacie," returns Beca, "It's like hunting with dynamite." The two walk quickly down Fraternity Row. The Treble house is only one block from the Row. Only a couple minutes walk from the Delta Iota house.
Jesse stumbles through the door. He pulls Beca behind him. They scurry up the stairs. Jesse stops in front of his room. Beca stops behind him. She puts her arms around his neck and nibbles on his ear. Jesse moans softly as arousal rushes through his body. "Open your goddamn door, Jesse," she whispers urgently. He nods his assent and pulls out his keys. In the process, he knocks his phone on the ground and drops the keys.
"Shit, cracked the screen," he complains. Beca grabs the keys off the ground and unlocks the door. Jesse's hand eye coordination always goes to shit when he's drunk. She grabs his shirt in his hands and pulls him inside. Beca jumps and wraps her legs around him. Jesse stumbles, but manages to catch himself before falling and crushing his girlfriend. He pulls her mouth to his. Her tongue darts across his lips, all soft licks and tiny nips of teeth. They fall into his bed, kiss deepening. Their tongues wrestling for dominance. Beca sits up suddenly.
"Having a good time?" she asks coyly, wriggling her butt against his now very obvious arousal. Jesse lets out a guttural noise and flips her over so that he's on top. Her hands reach down to pull of his shirt. His body, while not as defined as Luke's, was still pretty nice. Beca had no complaints. She kisses his neck, down to his chest. Her hand tickles his abs. Jesse pulls her shirt off. Her black bra frames her chest perfectly to his eye. He reaches towards her pants to undo the button and zipper of her jeans, kissing down her neck all the while. He takes his lips from her jawline and she moans in protest. He moves to the edge of the bed to slide of her jeans and panties. Beca lifts up her hips to help. Jesse smiles at the sight of the now nearly nude Beca. She whines, "No fair," and pulls at his shorts. He indulges her and slides them off as well as his briefs. He brings his lips to her inner thigh, kissing his way up. He lets his hot breath blow over her lips. She moans in protest as he moves away and kisses up her stomach.
Jesse reaches behind her back and undoes her bra. Not for the first time, Beca thinks how for such a sweet, nice guy Jesse knows how to take control when he needs to. She moans loudly when his lips find her nipple. He toys with it, alternating teeth and tongue. Beca reaches down and takes his erection into her hand. She slowly slides her hand down it. Not to be outdone, Jesse slips a finger inside Beca. She gasps and pulls his face to hers, enwrapping him in a kiss. They continue to play with each other. Beca alternates speeds. Jesse moves his fingers up to play with her clit.
"Jesse…I need you," moans Beca, eyes dark with desire.
"Finally," murmurs Jesse as he kisses down her neck. He positions himself between her legs. Beca grabs his cock and guides it into her. Both of the lovers gasp. Jesse at the warmth and tightness. Beca at the fullness inside her. Jesse takes one of her nipples into his mouth as he thrusts. She wraps her fingers in his hair as she barely contains a scream. Jesse angles his thrust upwards and hits Beca's g-spot. This time she cannot contain the scream. Beca moans Jesse's name as both of their bodies begin to break into sweats. Jesse redoubles his efforts. He brings one of his hands down and rubs circles around her clit with his thumb while thrusting. Beca moans as she gets closer to climax. When she reaches her apex, she bites his neck, leaving a mark that will definitely show the next day. He follows quickly afterwards, emptying himself. The two collapse in bed together, exhausted, exhilarated, and happy.
"Who said nice guys finish last?" murmurs Beca before falling into a deep, dreamless sleep.