A/N: This chapter dips into an R rating, proceed with caution!
Listen To The Bananas
Chapter Four
Back in his bedroom, Dick looked at her and saw she was slightly flushed. "I can't believe you. You let me..."
It hit him what he had been fantasizing about and muttering. Trying to recall if he had said a name, he was relieved to realize that at least that hadn't happened.
Mac opened her mouth to tell him she was sorry but he looked at her and said "Don't say anything right now. Just don't."
Now feeling really guilty because she knew she would have hated for anyone to listen to her doing THAT. "Dick, I just, I am so-"
Before she could finish she was on her back and his hands were holding her head still as he pressed a hard kiss to her lips. He pulled back and then pressed his lips against her again before moving back mere millimeters and began to whisper.
Mac could feel the words as well as hear them as he said "I wish you had come up and helped me finish. You should have, after all you were the star of that little episode. I kept seeing you 'practicing on me, your lips and even your damn teeth making me hard as stone, your hands on my ass as you sucked me off. I came so hard, imagining it was pouring out against your skin."
"The come coating your breasts and your stomach. You tilting your head up so that I could kiss you afterwards. I imagined you asking me to join you in the shower and went in there and rubbed yet another one off, this time imagining you with your back against the tile wall and me pounding away between your legs as you begged me not to stop."
Gulping, Mac looked into Dick's eyes and saw how dark blue they had turned. "I-"
He covered her lips with his hand and continued. "You laid under my bed, listening, hearing that. Knowing you did that, has me wanting to fuck you senseless, forget about Beaver, forget about Ronnie tasering my balls off. Did it get you bothered, Mac. Did it do something for you?"
He was reading her eyes and Mac wanted to deny it but before she could he grinned and said "Did you relieve yourself, here? In my room? In my bed?"
"No." She squeaked because part of her had wanted to do that. Had wanted to help in spite of being revolted she had also been turned on that morning.
"You did some place, didn't you, Mac?" He said his hands traveling down her arms and encircling her hips, his thumbs brushing against her shorts there, right there. "Where Mackie? Did you imagine that it was me riding you hard, me fucking you."
Moaning, Mac tried to deny it but then he got a wicked grin and said "Or was it something else, did you imagine that I was kneeling between your legs, licking you out as you laid spread out for me like a buffet in my bed? Tasting you?"
When she tensed up a bit, he said "That was it, wasn't it, Mac."
Shaking her head no, unable to trust her words, he said "I think you are lying."
"No." She said then biting her lips, tried to keep the words in but they burst out as she admitted "Yes, dammit. Yes. I did but it was you and I in front of the mirror in my old bedroom back home. You, me and-that damn banana."
Dick leaned down, this time the kiss was mutual as Mac opened her mouth and her tongue tangled with his even as he was careful to stay off her injured leg. Pulling back when he could no longer breath, Dick said "Take your clothes off."
"No." She said as she felt his finger run down her pajama shorts to the hem that barely covered her upper thigh. When she bucked up into his hand, she said "I shouldn't."
"You aren't saying you can't, though." He replied as he watched her bite her lip and desperately wanting to be the one to do that.
"Dick, this is just physical, I can't..." Mac let out a soft keen as Dick moved her so that she was now in his lap and she could feel how solid he felt. She looked into his eyes and said "You will regret this in the morning. I know that you..."
"No, no I won't. I have been fighting this for too long." He said moving her hips so that she was rubbing against him. "Tell me yes, Mac. Just say the words so that I know you won't regret it."
Her eyes looked down at his body, hers resting against him and then up into his eyes and said "Protection. I am not on anything right now."
She felt him shuddering as he leaned in and said "Be right back."
Dick scrambled to the bathroom, grabbed a condom, then said "Screw it."
He brought the entire box into the room and tossed it down onto the bed. Kneeling in front of her, he said "Yes?"
"Y-yes." She answered then pulled her T-shirt up over her head to the sound of Dick removing his own. When he reached for hers and tossed it across the room with his, Mac found herself on her back, his hands on her head holding it still again as his mouth began to demand more as they kissed each other until lips were aching and swollen.
Breathing hard against her neck, he ran his hands down her side and cupped her breasts, watching her nipples pebble up. Mac didn't have the biggest boobs he had ever seen but damn they gave him a hard on like nothing he had ever felt as he teased and taunted them with his fingers.
Squeezing them between his thumb and index finger, he watched as she arched her back, her head buried deep in his pillow, her eyes closed and he didn't want that, he wanted to know she was there with him, that she wasn't imagining that he was someone else, someone like Be-anyone else. "Mac, look at me."
When she did, he kept eye contact even as he lowered his head and tugged at her nipple with his lips. Playing with one than the other, he saw her eyes turn almost gray, her hands holding his head closer to her.
"Dick." Mac's left hand let go of his hair, her fingertips running across his forehead and down his cheek to his arm and then across his chest, well defined by hours and hours of surfing.
Caressing him, she used her nails to play with his smaller buds and Dick thrust into the comforter, shocked at what she was doing. Sex for him was usually quick and dirty, girls only rubbing or sucking his dick off, no one had ever done what she had just done and he was stunned at the surge of heat at that small touch against his chest.
Moaning Mac's name out loud, he threw his head back, counting out loud to ten to try and keep from sliding home and riding her until they came in tangled mess of limbs, perspiration and moans.
Needing to get her closer to the edge like he was, he slid his hand down her flat stomach and across her hip until his hand was brushing lightly against her swollen wetness. Looking down, wanting to see her, he rolled her onto her back being careful of her ankle and parted her thighs.
The view had him shaking as he looked up to see a heaviness to Mac's eyes as she watched him through her eye lashes. "Mac, show me."
Not needing him to explain, she blushed, her hands which were still on his chest, fluttered in the air for a second, then one hand slide down to her thigh and the other reached up to curl around his arm. "I am not sure how. I mean, I have never, not like this."
"Pretend I am not here. That you are at your house, locked in your room and thinking of me." He said slowly as he felt his heart speed at the thought of watching her.
Mac smiled and Dick was reminded of one of those paintings he had once seen of a girl smiling from it wearing nothing at all. One of those Dutch paintings that his mom hadn't let him see as a kid. Now he understood what the woman in it had had been smiling about when Mac's hand moved from her thigh and her middle finger traced the path of her slightly parted lips.
She moved back to the top and the same finger encircled her clit and she began to strum it in a fairly regular pattern, her eyes on Dick's as she slid her middle finger down the more opened path, then came back to play with her clit, then again, this time a little deeper and a little further down as he found himself moving to sit between her legs, wanting to see everything.
Mac separated her thighs a bit more and Dick gasped as he watched the tip disappear inside of her. When it reappeared, slick with wetness, he moaned, then reached for her hand to stop her.
Lifting her hand, his eyes on hers, he sucked her middle finger into his mouth and Mac moaned and arched her back, sweat now between her breasts.
Leaning down, he licked at the area between her breasts as his hand took over Mac's pleasuring. Following the pattern she had set, he eased one finger in on the next down thrust and felt the tightness inside grip his finger until he pulled back.
"Dick, don't stop, please don't stop." Mac's voice was low as he lifted his head and began to tug on each nipple with his lips, moving between the two, finding himself desperate to taste them both.
On his next foray south, he eased two fingers inside and heard a moan with a bit of pain in it and he quickly retreated and went back to thrusting only his middle finger inside of her until Mac reached down, covered his hand and put both fingers back inside. "I don't want to hurt you, Mac."
"It's fine. I am just not used to it, yet." She said flushing a bit as she said "My fingers are a bit thinner than yours."
He could feel his dick twitching as she wouldn't let him pull his fingers out. Moving them in a scissoring motion, he felt Mac's insides begin to squeeze him tightly even as her hand came up to caress his erection. "Mac, stop, I am too close."
With a slight flush to her face, Mac reached down and tugged his hand from inside of her, eased onto her knees being careful to lay her one leg as flat as possible then, leaned down to slide him into her mouth.
"Mac!" Dick's low moan of pain had her pulling back. "I told you I am too close."
"I know." She said then pushed back on him a bit so that he was seated on his rear hunches and she could get at him easier. "You told me if I wanted to practice that you were available."
His eyes went wide, his heart began to flutter as Mac looked at him and said "I have never done this."
"Don't -." Dick couldn't finish as Mac lowered her head again and began to lick around him like he was an ice cream cone before sliding her mouth down as far as she could then easing it back.
He struggled, torn between his desire for this and his knowledge that he shouldn't have given in, that ended when her hand came over and gripped him at his base, while her mouth moved back and forth, stopping to lick his tip ever couple of retreating moves.
Fighting against coming, not wanting to come inside of her mouth, worried she might not want to do this ever again, he reached down and tugged at her hair when he felt himself on the edge of the abyss. "Mac, stop."
"Why?" She asked after she had sat back up. She saw the way his body was trembling and how he had his own hand now rubbing against his skin and said "Show me."
"I can't without making a mess and you aren't up for another shower." He said softly.
Mac looked at the condoms, then ripping open a condom and tried to hand it to Dick who reached over and guided her hand to sliding it on him.
Holding onto Mac's hand, he moved it at the right speed, showing her how to grasp onto him and let go. Mac grinned and soon had him right back on the edge. He watched her biting her lower lip and just as he was about to come, he tugged her head forward and using his tongue, soothed her abused lips even as he felt his body tense and then start to release.
Mac watched, her eyes on him as she slowed down only to have his hand clamp over hers to tighten the grip and speed it back up as he came in the condom.
Feeling Dick soften in her hand, Mac lifted her eyes and said "Next time I want to do what you were telling me about earlier."
She felt his him start to stiffen and said "I thought it took a while for that to happen."
"Sometimes." He admitted then looking at her said "Not when the girl you have wanted for a while is holding you and saying she wants a next time and that at that next time wants you to fulfill one of your fantasies, though."
Mac felt Dick's lips press against hers before he stood and went to take care of the condom. When he returned, she was laying on the bed under the covers when something occurred to her.
"Uh, did they change the sheets since yesterday morning." She asked blushing.
Reaching out, he tugged the comforter and sheets away, "Yes but why are you under them, we are so not done yet."
"I was getting a chill." She said. Laying down beside her, pulling the sheet over them, Dick said "I will warm you up."
Mac had expected him to kiss her, instead he had pulled the sheet over his head and pressed kisses down her neck to her breasts, teasing them erect again then lifting the sheet asked "Macster, did you know you have freckles on your boobs?"
Flushing a bit, she said "From being in the sun."
His eyes went down to the freckles so close to her nipples and the pale skin that didn't have any sort of tan lines and said "Bare?"
"Yes." She answered shyly and added "We go camping a lot and there is this small secluded spot that I like to swim at."
"Oh fuck, I have to go camping." He moaned as he ducked back under the sheets and showed her just how much he loved those freckles.
Mac tried to reach out and turn the lamp off but Dick was holding her in place as he kissed his way down her stomach. When she felt his tongue against her, she tensed up, "Dick, stop."
His head once again popped out from under the sheet and asked with a concerned look on his face "What is it?"
"I haven't done that either." She said blushing.
With a wicked grin, he said "And I have only done it once, so we are pretty much inexperienced at it together."
A bit put out that he would lie to her at a moment like this, she pulled her legs together and said "Stop laughing at me."
"Mac." Dick's tone had gone serious as he came out from under the covers and sat down next to her. "Listen to me, please."
He saw the vulnerable expression on her face and knew that this could be an issue for them if they didn't deal with it right away. "Yeah, I have done a lot of things with a lot of girls, but I am not lying about this. Other than this girl at the hotel in LA who was my first, I haven't done this and Sabrina, that girl, she was older then me and offered to teach me. Its the only reason I did it with her."
"You." Mac tried to accept that, but she had heard Dick hitting on girls and lying for years and she tried to believe that he wouldn't..."
"Mac, look at me." Mac's eyes came up and he said "Sabrina taught me what sex was, but when I finally began to do it, I uh, didn't listen to what she had to say about some things. I didn't care about reciprocation. I learned to be very good with my hands so that girls wouldn't want me to do that."
"Why me then?" She asked.
Swallowing his debilitating fear, he said "Because Mac, normally when I have sex with a girl, I don't give a damn if I have it with her again. I want you to like it, to like us together."
Seeing that Mac was still processing that, he decided to get it all out of the way. "I don't want this to be like it is with those girls."
"But Madison and you dated forever..."
"Mac, as long as Madison had access to my credit cards and the ability to tell someone she was dating a top tier 09er, she didn't give a damn. In fact, sex was wham bam, skip the thank you."
Dick really wanted to tell her that sex with Madison wasn't much different than sex with a hooker. He just paid for it at a later date and at the mall but he didn't want Mac to change how she looked at him, now. That sort of reconsidering him that he saw now in her eyes.
Mac's eyes teared up as she said "Why me? Bronson made it pretty clear that he didn't want me, he said that I was broken and that it was too much of a burden to be with me."
"Oh fuck that shit." He said starting to get up and go find the lab rat. "He is lying to you, Mac. I don't think that any one who knows you could feel like that."
"Cassidy did." There it was, the name, the ghost that scared him the most as Mac said "He would kiss me but would barely touch me. He didn't even get erect and I know that it was because of what happened to him but Dick, if someone like he didn't want me, why would you?"
Searing jealousy coursed through Dick as he regained control of his emotions, he saw that she was trying to get up, so he reached out and said "I am not ignoring your question Mac. I am trying to find the words. I want you because you kick my ass at my own games, because you mess with my head and make me laugh instead of plotting how to get revenge. I want you in ways that you have never even thought of having sex yet."
He didn't address the other yet, he was sure that she would run as fast as she could away from him. Besides, he didn't even have the word or the understanding of what was going on in his brain.
"Don't be so sure of that." She said feeling a bit better. Seeing his raised eye brow, she said "The Internet is full of answers if you ask the right questions."
Laughing at the way Mac was staring off to the side, Dick tugged her down so that she was lying next to him and pressed a kiss to her head. "Mac, as badly as I want to make you come screaming my name, I also want to just hold you as you sleep so if you want to wait, tell me now."
"No," She said her eyes now meeting his. "Besides, there are eleven condoms left in the box."
"Then I had better get to work, hadn't I?" He asked and ducked back under the sheet and soon had Mac moaning as he eased her thighs apart and pressed kisses to the soft skin there.
His first lick had her hands in his hair, his second had her legs around his head and by the time of his last she came hard. She was still feeling it when she saw his hand come up from under the sheet, reaching blindly around by the pillows until he found a gold square, then retreat under it.
Reaching down to lift the sheet, Mac's breath caught at the sight of the condom being slipped on then Dick easing up on his knees, his one hand came down next to her arm and the other guiding himself into her waiting wet spot and just thrust forward, making them both called out each others names.
Pressing kisses on the skin he could reach, Dick slid his hand under Mac and guided her until they had found the perfect rhythm of thrusting in and out, Mac's legs wrapped around his hips, her hands gripping his shoulders, her nails leaving perfect crescent shaped marks in his shoulder as he watched her watching them. She was so tight, he found it hard to stay in control.
As they got closer to falling apart, Dick slid his hand between them and teased her clit, making sure she came even as he did. Mac's inner muscles sent him over and he pressed his hips forward, almost wishing that they were bareback, his body desperate to fulfill some primal need that he didn't quite understand.
Slowing down but not stopping at first, Dick soon reluctantly said "I have to deal with things."
Mac watched as he slid the condom off with a simple smooth move and went to the bathroom. Lying there, she couldn't help feeling her lips turn up a bit as she softly laughed.
"You know laughter after what we just did can make a guy wonder if he did something wrong." He said from the doorway.
Mac smiled and then yawned to her embarrassment. "Sorry but you will just have to keep guessing, this is one secret I am keeping."
Leaning down, Dick pressed a kiss to her lips and said "I will be right back."
In the kitchen, he grabbed a Gatorade for himself and recalling that Mac didn't seem to like the taste, checked to find something other than water. Soon he had the orange juice that Logan had bought the day before he had gone to Carmel and carried a glass into the bedroom.
"Here, you are going to need the nutrients." He said as he sat down on the bed beside her. Reaching into his dresser to pull out a T-shirt, he tossed it on the night stand. Pulling her into his arms, his legs on either side of her, he watched her drink the juice and asked if she wanted one of her pain pills.
"No, I would rather go without them." She said her yawn larger this time. Dick stuck his hand out and pulled his T-shirt over and handed it to her. Looking at it, she said "I can't believe I am going to wear this thing."
"What's wrong, its not like you can be sued for false advertising." He leered as he slipped the T-shirt with slogan Orgasm donor over her head. Reaching over, he turned off the light and soon had fallen asleep with Mac tucked in beside him.
By morning they had used four more condoms and Dick for once wanted to skip school for an actual reason other than laziness as he pressed a kiss to Mac's lips.
"I have to go to class, Dick." She said. "I missed my morning class already."
Looking at the clock that said it was almost eleven, he said "Let's have breakfast first."
"Didn't we try to do that once already?" She asked laughing as he growled at her and pulled her back into his arms even as she tried to escape.
Dick held her tight and admitted "I don't want to leave this suite. I want to stay right here and never leave."
"I will run out of clothes if we do that. As it is I had to borrow a shirt from Veronica. Thank god, she has clothes in Logan's room." Mac replied and his hand stopped from where he was trying to undo the buttons on the pale green shirt. Noticing that, Mac asked "What is it?"
"Nothing, there is just some rather creepy about trying to undo buttons on a shirt that belong to Mars." He answered. "Are you sure you can't salvage the shirt you had in your overnight bag?"
"You ripped the buttons, Dick." She reminded him with a laugh as she leaned against him, the crutches a bit of an issue but not really caring as she felt his erection against her stomach.
Resting his head in the crook of her neck, he ran his fingers against her nape, then said "We should go to school."
"Yes we should." She said with sigh. "Besides, we are going to have to leave to get condoms anyhow."
"I guess." He said as he let her convince him to attend class.
Mac saw that Wallace was staring at her rather intently as they walked towards her dorm room. "What?"
"I saw something... No, I think I saw something but I am not sure how to ask you about it." He said rubbing the back of his neck as they went to her dorm room.
Finding Piz and Parker at it again, Mac looked at the door and said "No towel."
Piz left and Parker apologized saying "Sorry we were making summer plans and I guess it got out of hand."
"Uh, no problem." Mac said unable to meet her eyes as Parker left to go get something to snack on. "Okay Wallace, ask away?"
"Okay, now don't hit me please." He said then asked "Is there something going on between Dick and you?"
"Define the word something?" She asked deciding to practice on Wallace for the conversation she was going to have to have with Veronica. Hopefully Wallace was going to be less explosive than Veronica was sure to be.
"Of a less than moral nature?" He asked.
With a smile as she remembered the last time Dick had gotten her back into bed that morning, she said "Yes."
"Oh god, I was hoping you wouldn't tell me that." He replied, half sure that this was some sort of odd nightmare. "Why?"
"Why what?" She asked.
"Why Dick?" He retorted almost sure that he was going to hear an answer similar to what Veronica had told him when she began dating Logan junior year.
Mac looked at him and said "Dick and I have a lot in common. We both loved and hated Cassidy. We both know how our friends strictly hate him and that they have good reason to do so. It created a bond that had us hating one another for understanding what each other was feeling, but Wallace, there has also been this latent attraction between us that is undeniable."
"Veronica isn't going to like this." He warned sure that he didn't need to warn Mac about that.
"Veronica will have to get used to it." She said in a quietly confident way that had Wallace surprised but getting that this was not some brand new thing but something that had to have been growing between the couple. "Dick and I talked this morning, we aren't sure what exactly this is, how much of it is a deeper emotion than lust and how much of it is keeping Cassidy close. We need to find out, though."
Wallace got it, he didn't like it but he got it as he helped her pack up a small bag and then he stared at it as he said "You are going back to the hotel, aren't you?"
"Yes." She replied then reaching out, hugged him around her crutches then said "It's going to be okay, Wallace."
"It had better be or Veronica will destroy Dick." He warned her. "She is very protective of you after what happened grad night."
TBC
Its just your imagination
You're pregnant.
Don't say a word, the oranges are listening.
The strawberries are jealous of me.
Tell me you love me.
