Title: Festive Orgasms: Sex and Holiday Celebrations
Prompt: sinecure, Jeff and Annie on a blanket in the park, watching fireworks at night. (any rating, but the higher the better!)
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 536
A/N: Uh, I have the word count listed incorrectly as 961 words in the prompt reply thread over at M/M, I apologize. Please note, I'm not American, so I have no idea what exactly a 4th of July celebration looks like...
They're lying on a blanket in the park in relative seclusion. It wasn't easy but they managed to stake out a little glen-like area from which to watch the fireworks. They had come early (really seriously early – like 4PM) with a picnic basket and a blanket and they'd relaxed and napped and just enjoyed the day.
They had invited the entire group but Britta and Troy wanted to watch the fireworks from the apartment rooftop and Abed was determined to get stock footage of crowds and summer scenes for future use. Pierce had declined, mentioning that he had a date with whom he planned to set off some intimate fireworks with. Shirley had invited each one of them for a post-festivities barbeque so it hadn't seemed particularly terrible that they were spending the day and early evening apart. By 10PM, they would all be celebrating together once more.
As the first set of fireworks went off, Annie snuggled closer to Jeff, luxuriating in the body heat he provided. He gathered her closer, rubbing his hand up and down her arm, trying to warm her up.
"You remembered to bring runners, just in case, but you forgot a sweater?" Annie stuck out her tongue. "Mature, Annie. Very mature." Her hand, previously resting at his shoulder, walked itself, on two fingers, down his sternum.
"You want mature? I can show you mature. But you'll have to wait until the fireworks are over."
"It's official: America is independent!" Annie side-eyed him curiously. He leered and offered by way of explanation, "My flag was just raised."
"Eww, Jeff! Way to be gross and immature!" Annie made a move to pull her hand away when Jeff grabbed it and shifted on to his side.
"You want mature instead, Annie? I can show you mature." She leaned up to kiss him. Moments later, he broke it off. "But you'll have to wait until the fireworks are over." She rolled her eyes at his self-satisfied smirk and, catching him unexpectedly, pushed him on to his back.
"If we're celebrating independence today, I don't think you get to tell me what to do." She trapped his arms, pinned between her knees and his body, while straddling his waist. She kissed him slowly before sliding lower, unbuttoning his shirt as she went. She unbuckled his belt, opening his jeans, and then stopped and looked up at him. "Time to play a one-man game of Capture the Flag." Jeff didn't have quite enough time to process the comment before Annie had licked the head of his cock, one hand inside his pants, gently squeezing his balls.
"Fuck, Annie, we're in the park..." That was Jeff's last coherent sentence. Annie, Jeff noted distantly, was giving head the exact same way she had eaten her ice cream cone earlier that day. Carefully, slowly, and she made sure not to spill a drop. Her teeth grazing the sensitive underside of his head had Jeff bucking his hips.
It was perversely fitting that as the star attraction of the fireworks show lit up the sky; a red, white, and blue flag, Jeff's eyes were wide open, pupils dilated, and he was coming hard while cheering kids drowned out his groans.