A/N: I am sorry for the extremely late update. Long story short, I've had a hellish two months, and I either haven't had time or the inspiration to write. I apologize for this taking so long. If I talked to you earlier about reading your stories on here and you haven't heard from me yet, it is just because I haven't been able to do much of anything lately. I haven't forgotten, and will get to them as soon as I can. :)
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Survival of the Hottest
Part Six
"Seriously, how the hell did you not know that you were supposed to clean out this fish tank?" I ask Beck, as I scoop out all of the goldfish with a tiny net from his disgusting tank and put them in a large container with fresh water. I step back and gesture towards the foul smelling tank. "Have fun cleaning that thing. I am just going to take Bonnie and Clyde and Company over here and watch you from a safe distance," I say, walking over to his bed and setting the fish on the half wall behind it.
"I've only had them for like, two months, tops," Beck attempts to defend himself. "Besides, I thought fish were like self-cleaning animals."
"What the fuck are you talking about?" I can't help but laugh. "It's okay to admit it- you are a bad pet owner," I smirk at him, secretly loving the fact that perfect Beck is failing at something that a nine year old can do.
"I thought fish ate the shit that grows in the tanks," he says, taking a sponge and wiping off all the algae from one side of it. "This is fucking gross."
"Dude, you have goldfish. And even if they did eat the algae, they still have to shit. Honestly, how are you almost seventeen and you don't understand basic bodily functions?" I ask him. "And you randomly talk about having a kid with me someday," I shake my head, but reach my hand up to play with my necklace.
"God, this is gross," Beck mumbles, as he continues to clean the sides of the aquarium.
"You should probably get some suckerfish or whatever the hell they are called," I tell him, knowing full well that he won't be cleaning out the fish tank again anytime soon unless I force him to.
"Okay, I'm done," Beck says, dropping the blackened sponge into a bucket and straightening up, and walking into the miniscule bathroom in the RV and dumping the nasty water down the toilet. I am half tempted to point out that he did an extremely shitty job, but at least you can see into the tank now.
"You know, next time we take this stupid RV anywhere, even if there isn't a water hookup where we park, you need to just let people use the toilet anyway. I mean, if Cat hadn't followed your stupid rule, we wouldn't have been stuck here for as long," I say, standing up and walking to the doorway, watching Beck methodically wash his hands. "And I wouldn't have had to listen to Shapiro go on about how when you die, your body voids itself of all waste. I mean seriously, I could have gone my whole life without the knowledge that I will shit and piss all over myself when I die."
"Don't forget about how he explained that our dead bodies will bloat with gas and potentially explode if we get hot enough," Beck walks up to me smiling.
"Ugh," I roll my eyes and do a full body shudder. "How could I?"
"That seems like something you would normally intrigue you," Beck says, wrapping his arms around my waist.
"Give it time. I'm sure once the memory of me almost getting cooked alive fades and I forget the feeling of being covered in my own sweat, I will take that interesting tidbit of information and work it into my writing," I reply grudgingly. Normally, that is the type of gross, crazy, weird shit that I love, but the horror of what almost happened to us yesterday is still too fresh in my mind for me to delve too deeply in the thought of a corpse filling with it's own putrid gases until it blows up.
"Working on anything in particular right now?" he asks.
"Not really. I have an idea that's been brewing for awhile that I am going to try to work on later this week. About a girl who gets trapped somewhere. A cave, or maybe a well, something like that. Haven't decided yet. The idea is still marinating in here," I say, lightly tapping my temple a couple times.
"Well I'm sure once you get writing, it will be wonderfully twisted and brilliant," he says, leaning down and touching his forehead to mine. "Just like you."
"Awwww," I say, and can't help but grin like an idiot. I think slowly baking in this oversized tin can yesterday must have deep fried some of my brain cells.
"And just so you know, even after seeing you all covered in your own stinky sweat, I still love you," Beck says and then laughs while jumping back almost completely dodging the elbow I just jabbed in his stomach.
"Shut up," I say as he starts to grin and poke me in my sides. "You know you are acting like a child," I say, struggling not to laugh as he is dancing around me.
"You were all hot and sweaty," Beck sings, poking me in my side again. "It was actually pretty sexy," he says suddenly, and then pulls me in for a kiss.
"And you say I'm the one that's twisted?" I laugh, once we break apart.
Beck just grins and shrugs, and leans over to give me a quick kiss. As he pulls away and looks into my eyes, I see all the laughter is gone from his face. He reaches out and starts to play with my necklace. "I'm sorry about yesterday."
"What are you apologizing for? It's not like you knew that idiot was going to park so close to us and we would be trapped," I gently kiss the corner of his mouth, and look into his eyes. I lean in to kiss him again, this time with more intensity, immediately slipping my tongue into his mouth and rubbing my hands up under his shirt. I hear him softly growl as soon as I make contact with his bare skin, and pull away from him just long enough to rip his shirt open as well as remove my own. I notice he's staring deeply into my eyes rather than at my chest. This only further cements the decision I had come to last night, while sitting on the beach staring at the ocean. I was done letting what happened in my past control what happened today. I wrap my arms around him and our mouths collide once more. Before I know it we've managed to make our way across the RV and tumble onto his bed.
"What time do you have to be home tonight?" Beck whispers into my ear, and then bites that spot in my neck, making me moan, while his hands travel down my body.
"Late," I mutter sliding my nails gently down his sculpted stomach, feeling his muscles tighten.
"What about-
"Tonight, there's only us," I whisper, as I dip my hands under his shorts and boxers and kiss him again, and before long we are both completely naked.
"Beck, I want you," I say looking into his lust filled eyes.
"Are you- are you sure?" he asks me. "If you're not ready-"
"I'm ready," I interrupt him and smile. "I am so ready. You have a condom, right?" I ask him.
"Yeah," Beck kisses me and quickly jumps up and rushes to his dresser and starts rummaging around in the top drawer. After a minute he lays back down on the bed and kisses me. "I've heard this can hurt a lot the first time, and I don't ever want to cause you pain," he says, looking unsure of himself.
"Pain isn't always a bad thing," I say quietly and look into his eyes and smile. "Sometimes the pain can feel okay," I lean in and kiss Beck again, and for the first time I'm ready to give all of myself to him.
A/N: And finally, Survival of the Hottest is done. Please, please review and let me know what you think. Now, onto Wifi In The Sky!
