"You can't reach, Jesse, give up." Beca sighed as she watched Jesse try to change the light bulb in the basement. "You gonna fall." She wasn't overreacting: He was definitely going to fall.
"No, I got it." He bit his bottom lip and tiptoed.
Beca paced to where he stood on a stool that he placed on a chair and held the stool, seeing that it was shaking.
"And voilà." Jesse looked down at his girlfriend after he successfully managed to change the light bulb without to use a ladder because he didn't want to wait until Dr. Mitchell was done with it.
"Are you expecting a medal?" she asked when he kept smugly smiling at her.
"A round of applause would suffice." He shrugged.
She shook the stool, freaking him out a little because he was simply too proud of his deed.
"Were you trying to kill me?" he asked in mock shock once he was standing on the floor next to her.
"No, I don't wanna spend the rest of my life in prison."
"Oh, so, you wouldn't kill me solely for that reason?" He faked offense.
She shrugged, keeping a stoic expression on her face.
"Hey, don't cry." She cracked a smile when he kept looking at her with a fake hurt expression.
"I'm reevaluating our relationship."
"Shut up," she snorted, cupping his face and leaning up. She slapped his arm when he wouldn't kiss her back. He couldn't resist for any longer despite wanting to milk playing hurt.
"You hurt my feelings, Mitchell," he mumbled, kissing her and wrapping his arms around her waist.
"If you're expecting an apology, don't," she mumbled back before she deepened the kiss.
They had been spending a lot of time together, hanging out at her father's cabin. Jesse offered his help because Beca complained about how unfair it was to be a part of renewing the cabin so he figured he'd give her a hand.—he actually told Dr. Mitchell he was going to help and didn't wait for the older man to give him permission.
He showed up every morning at her doorstep on his brother bicycle, gave her a ride to the cabin by the lake, and worked pro bono.
She still complained an awful lot but he liked to think that she was having a little fun.
Beca pulled him closer, getting more turned on by the second. Jesse broke the kiss, laughing when he tripped and almost fell on her. "Sorry," he apologized. "Whoa," he exclaimed when she grabbed him by the arm and dragged him to a dusty old sofa in the basement, removing the white sheet covering it and dropping it on the floor. She cupped his face and kissed him forcefully and was glad when he sat on the couch.
She could tell he was a little overwhelmed, well, very overwhelmed because, despite the fact that they had plenty of make-out sessions, she was never very this forward.
He was reluctant because she'd never told him what she wanted.—she sucked at communication— so she figured that the best way to let him know that she wanted to go further than second base was to take it further than second base, which she had already done in her car when they went see an outdoor screening of a movie a while back—she knew she should just tell him what she wanted instead trying to show him, again.
He let out a nervous chuckle when she pulled away from the heated kiss they were sharing and climbed off his lap, getting on her knees and unzipping his shorts.
"You changed the light bulb," an impressed Sheila said as she walked down the stairs.
Jesse pulled Beca up with him as he stood up then gave his back to the staircase, zipping his shorts, relieved that Beca's future step-mother didn't catch them and also a little resentful of the woman.
"Jesse did." He heard Beca say after he heard her place the sheet back on the sofa.
He adjusted his erect penis and stuffed his hands in his pockets before turning on his heels to face the blonde woman.
"Good job," she smiled at him.
He smiled back at her, praying that they didn't look suspicious.
"Well, lunch is ready," she informed.
"Finally, I'm starving," Beca sighed and began following Sheila up the stairs.
"Dad, we're taking the boat for a ride around the lake," Beca announced, finding her father just outside of the cabin grilling meat.
"Have lunch first, Bec," Dr. Mitchell said, tilting his head to look at his only daughter before he looked back at the grill in front of him.
"I know." She walked to where he had set the griller and was making lunch for himself, his fiancée, daughter, a couple of dudes he hired to help renew the cabin, and her boyfriend.
She then made herself a burger and brought it her mouth, accepting the beer bottle, Jackson, one of the workers, discreetly handed her once her father shifted his attention back to the meat on the grill.
She mouthed her thanks and he tipped his baseball cap at her in response. She chugged the liquor to wash down the food and handed it back to the man who would probably get a lengthy lecture from her father if he saw what he did.
She liked Jackson. Jackson's the son of one her Dad's colleagues and was a senior at Barden University. She liked him because he treated her like a peer. Quinn, the other worker, wasn't bad either. Like Jackson, he was also a senior in BU. He also was a student of Dr. Mitchell.
"We're going for a ride around the lake?" Jesse asked. She didn't tell him beforehand. She nodded in response as she swallowed the food she had been chewing.
"You're gonna paddle, though, 'cause I don't wanna wake up with sore arms." She grabbed a chair and sat down by the table her father had set outside.
"I'd love nothing more than that. Gotta go get proper day-in-the-lake-supplies first." He scratched his chin thinking as he sat next to her.
"Don't suck the fun of this with your thorough preps, Jesse," she deadpanned.
"Spontaneous plans give me anxiety," he admitted, sorting out the ingredients for the perfect burger because unlike Beca he liked his burger to be authentic and not just some meat and lettuce. "And it's the lake so we have to be careful. We can't just go in."
"Well, you gotta get used to doing things impulsively," she advised, patting his shoulder. "I found a pair of water wings from when I was like five while you went to look for a stool earlier. Wear 'em for safety," she told him, taking a jab at his inability to swim.
"I doubt they'd fit unless you had the same muscle tone as an athletic teenager." He flexed and got an eye roll from Beca and a chuckle from Dr. Mitchell in response.
"Don't you mean as an average teenage boy," she told him.
"I am not average," he disagreed. "I'm above average." He smiled hearing a small chuckle from his girlfriend.
Snacks were shoved in her back bag, a couple of beers included. Jackson double-checked for holes in the inflammable boat before she and Jesse went into the water on the boat.
"No, I'm good." Jesse shook his head as he paddled when Beca shook the bottle of sunscreen his way.
"No, you're not." She leaned forward. "You'll get sunburns and possibly skin cancer." She applied some sunscreen on his cheeks and nose then dropped the sunscreen bottle inside her back bag.
He stopped paddling and exercising his rotator cuff muscles. "How deep do you think the water is?" he asked looking into the lake.
"Deep enough you'd drown," she told him and pulled her t-shirt over her head.
"I have the life jacket, I won't drown." He glanced down at her breasts and couldn't resist staring.
Jokes aside, Beca didn't want him to die if by any chance he fell in the water so she had him wear a life jacket.
"I meant without the jacket." She untied her shoelaces and removed her converses.
"Are you gonna go in?" he questioned, meeting her gaze when she sat up.
"No, I'm wearing a bikini because I ran out of actual underwear," she replied sarcastically. "What are you doing?" she frowned when he removed the life jacket.
"I'm coming with you," he spoke casually.
"Dude, you can't swim," she stated, watching him remove his t-shirt. It was her turn to ogle because he was totally above average.
"I won't just sit tight while you rub how good of a swimmer you are in my face." He then emptied his pockets in her back bag and took off the shorts he was wearing staying his boxers.
"I expected star wars themed boxers," Beca said in disappointment, seeing that he was wearing a pair of flannel boxers. He rolled his eyes at her then reached and grabbed the sunscreen bottle, applying some on her back and shoulders.
"There you go." He patted her arm, tossing the bottle in her back bag. "No sunburns for you." He then wore back the life jacket.
"So, how come you can't swim?" Beca asked as she laid on her back in the water while Jesse anxiously floated next to her. "What happened?"
"Nothing dramatic like almost drowning." He was looking into the water afraid some jellyfish would sting him despite the fact that Beca assured him how unlikely it was explaining that jellyfish lived mainly in the sea. He argued that there was a small chance of their presence in the lake and that he wasn't overreacting.
"I just watched Jaws super young and refused to get in the sea ever since."
"What about pools? What's stopping you from swimming in them?"
"Chlorine sensitivity," he sighed. "We dodged a bullet earlier," he said changing the subject.
"Yeah," she chuckled. "I'm pretty sure I'd end up in therapy if Sheila caught me giving you a blowjob." She got under the water and he had a feeling she was bragging about how well she could swim and hold her breath when he saw how deep she went.
"And what was that about, huh? What worthy deed did I do to deserve a blowie?" he playfully asked when she came out of the water.
She shrugged in response.
"No, you're gonna have to give me more than that." He reached for her and held her hand when she swam towards him. "Beca," he called, watching her tilted her head looking away from him.
"Tell me so I can make a list of blowjob worthy deed," he joked.
"Is that a thing?" she asked, snapping her head to look at him.
"No, I just made it up," he replied. "I hope it's not a thing." He paused. "Bec, you took me by surprise earlier, and although I'm all for surprises I'd appreciate it if we talked about what sort of things we're comfortable doing." He smiled at her, deciding to take the first step because, who was he kidding, she'd never do that. He knew he'd have to force her into talking despite knowing it would make her uncomfortable which was something he avoided actively.
She nodded, sighing as she rubbed her nose.
"I'll start." He paused for the effect. "I'm for anything you're up for."
She rolled her eyes because he was basically telling her to start first. "I want more than what we've been doing," she uneasily said and looked down at the jacket he was wearing.
It pained him to see her uncomfortable so figured it was enough of an answer and nodded, meeting her gaze, then leaned in and placed a small peck on her forehead.
When Beca arrived at her mother's house later that day and didn't find her she texted her asking about her whereabouts. And, as she climbed the stairs, heading to the bathroom in her bedroom planning to shower, she received a text from her mother telling that she's with Gerard and told her she left her money for dinner, which usually meant she'd be spending the night over at Gerard's.
Beca shook her head reading the text because her mother sucked at being strict. She had an early curfew and her parents were still punishing her for driving her car into a tree—the other accusation had no backing so her parents decided not to believe Todd, thankfully.
She had been spending time with her mother's boyfriend Gerrard, working on the car. And also spending time with her father and his fiancée, working on renewing the cabin. Her parents were pleased with her which was great and all but they still didn't let go to intern at the label that accepted her. It actually hurt that they didn't see how amazing it was that she was accepted to intern at the said label.
It hurt that they didn't care.
She forced herself to kick these thoughts to the back of her mind because they frustrated her and got under the shower, replacing the former thoughts with memories from her day with Jesse in the lake.
Thinking of him brought a strange feeling in her stomach that she had yet to get used to. A feeling that increased once the thought of telling to come over since she was all alone crossed her mind.
Beca moaned as her equally inexperienced boyfriend went to town on her. She didn't know what to expect but what she was receiving felt good—she had to tell him a few times where to touch her but, for the most part, he was doing fine.
The sounds she was making were music to Jesse's ears. He was having way too much fun with the whole thing and had decided that giving oral was on his top ten list of things he loved to do.
He doubled his efforts when she told him she close and only stopped when she pushed him away.
"Oh my God, that felt so good," Beca breathlessly said as she rested her weight on her elbows to look at him then threw her head back.
Jesse climbed on top of her and pressed his lips against hers.
"You taste weird," she mumbled pulling away. "I guess I taste weird?" she added knowing she had tasted herself.
"You taste amazing," he gushed and got pulled into another kiss, one that got passionate very quickly once she wrapped her arms around his neck pulling him even closer and he hated what he had to do—Jesse couldn't bring himself to let them go all the way just because she was riding high on the orgasm that he greatly help her achieve.—He lazily smiled at her, pulling away.
"Were you asleep when I called?" she asked, caressing his messy hair.
"I woke from a nap to eat when you called," he answered then rolled to lay on his back.
She sat up and awkwardly wrapped her duvet around her lower half before she bent and grabbed her panties, suddenly feeling self-cautious.
"Your turn," she smirked climbing back on the bed after she wore her panties.
"No, this was about you." He sat up. "I had to return the favor."
"I don't like the whole give to receive thing that seems to be an actual thing. We're dating, fulfilling each other's needs shouldn't be a favor," she opinioned.
"Who knew that all you needed to become more communicative was oral?" he rhetorically asked as she climbed on his lap. "By definition oral means verbal so it makes complete sense that you needed oral to express yourself better through verbal communication," Jesse said in realization.
"You're such a weirdo." She leaned in and kissed him while feeling him through his t-shirt before she reached for his sweatpants waistband string.
Jesse ended up spending the night over after he called his parents and told them he was spending the night at Donald's place.—He didn't intend to sleep over but it didn't feel right to leave Beca alone and she didn't seem to mind him staying.
He woke up before she did and decided to wake her up the fun and very cliché way. It was a new territory for them and he was going to enjoy exploring.
"Mom is here," Beca breathlessly said, hearing car pull over in the driveway as Jesse went down on her.
Jesse momentary paused what was doing then resumed blowing her mind with his tongue simply because he was confident he'd get her off soon.
He did.
And, he was pretty pleased with himself and his achievement.
"Beca?" Beca heard her mother's voice calling.
"Yeah?" she answered, sitting up despite the haze she was feeling.
"When did you come home?" she asked, sounding closer.
"Get in the bathroom," Beca whispered, knowing how likely it was her mom would notice if he climbed out the window.
Jesse nodded and hurried into the bathroom closing the door behind him.
"Um, around four," Beca truthfully answered adjusting her bra as well as the tank top she was wearing then wore back her panties before her mother opened the door.
"I thought you'd spend the night at Dad's," the older woman said as she stood in the doorway of her daughter's bedroom.
Beca panicked when she saw Jesse's converse on the floor and hoped her mother wouldn't notice them.
"What were you doing just now?" she suspiciously asked, taking in her daughter's appearance.
"What do you mean?" Beca asked back. "What could I possibly be doing?"
"By the looks of it, I'd say you were masturbating," she casually said. "Were you about to you-know-what and I interrupted," she grimaced.
"Mom!" Beca called, feeling very embarrassed. She was flushed but not from masturbation and wasn't going to correct her mother, who was in a really good mood.
Jesse could hear their conversation very well and had to suppress a laugh at what he just heard.
"Honey, you have no reason to feel ashamed. It's very healthy."
Beca could hear the amusement in every word her mother spoke.
"While we're on the topic: How are things with your boyfriend?"
Beca's eyes widen at the implication of her mother's tone.
"I was a teenager once, too, you know?" She sighed. "You know what? You don't have to tell me. Just be safe, I don't want grandchildren while I'm still in my forties." She paused. "You are taking the right precautions, right?" she checked.
"We haven't had sex," Beca uneasily said.
While it was great that her parents were pretty liberal and understood how pointless it was to try and talk her out of becoming sexually active, sex wasn't a topic she wanted to discuss with either one of them.
"Huh. Well, tell me when you want to be put on the pill."
Beca rapidly nodded feeling the blush burning on her cheek.
"Guess, I should leave now so you could get back to what you were doing."
She watched her mom as she closed the door behind her then waited until she could hear her walking down the stairs before climbed out of bed and opened the door to the en-suite bathroom.
"Shut up," Beca glared at Jesse who had a huge grin on his face and was suppressing a laugh.
He snickered, grabbed his shoes and wore them.
"See you in a minute." He placed a kiss on her cheek before he climbed the window out of her room.
Beca sighed when she glanced at Chloe's room and saw Chloe resting her hands on the window as she grinned looking like she had witnessed the whole thing which Beca hoped wasn't the case.
"Morning," the redhead greeted.
"Oh, hey, Chloe," Jesse, who was on the tree between the two houses, said.
"Why are you sneaking out of my neighbors' house?" she asked. "Stole something?" she suggestively asked, referring to her friend's virginity, making Jesse chuckle because as clever as it was he couldn't steal something that didn't exist anymore. He laughed then descended the tree.
Chloe grinned meeting Beca's gaze. "Beca Mitchell, queen of keeping it low-key and never getting caught doing anything her parents would disapprove of, is risking getting caught doing something her parents would totes disapprove of." She dramatically sighed to which Beca rolled her eyes. "I couldn't be prouder."
"Come over?" Beca asked and was met with a nod.
Beca showered and got dressed properly for the day at the cabin doing whatever labor her father had for her before she went down. She could hear Jesse chatting with her mother and Chloe as she walked down the stairs.
"There she is," Jesse grinned once Beca walked into the kitchen.
"Morning," Beca said to all of them and walked to the fridge, pulling the milk jug.
"Gerard said to tell you that the car parts he purchased online arrived that he's expecting you to go over to his place around six pm." She heard her mother say and nodded.
"When will you finish repairing the car?" Chloe asked.
"Today, hopefully," Beca answered, placing the milk jug on the kitchen island. She then accepted the cereal box from her mother and did a double take noting the way the older woman held her head.
"You can take my car it's too hot to walk down to the cabin."
"Thanks…You okay?" she asked watching her hold onto the counter.
"Yeah," she answered and forced a smile. "Um, don't drive my car into a tree," she requested jokingly.
Beca rolled her eyes in response to her mother who was making her way out the kitchen in heavy steps. "Mom," she called, rushing to her side once she abruptly fell unconscious. She tried not to panic and did the rational thing by checking her pulse.
"Is she breathing?" Jesse asked as he got down on his knees then placed his index nearing the passed-out woman's nostrils to feel her breath and was relieved when he did feel it.
He tilted his head to look at Beca and frowned noting the stoic expression on her face. If it were his mother lying cold on the floor he'd have a different reaction.
Not to say that Beca wasn't freaking out— the way her hands were shaking was enough proof that she was. She just had a strong grip on herself.
"Do I call nine-one-one?" Chloe asked.
"No, I won't wait for them to send an ambulance." Beca shook her head. "She's got a pulse and is breathing." She then looked at Jesse. He knew what she was going to ask him to do and nodded before he picked her mother up bridal style.
Chloe grabbed the car keys from the kitchen island and raced to the front door, heading to the car parked in the driveway.
AN: Sorry for the delay. Thank you for your feedback it's really sweet. I listened to a bunch of indie songs made for teens for inspiration and this was the result. I hope you enjoyed it. Let me know what you think in a review.