Author: Nat
Rating: PG13
Spoilers: I'm Australian and because we're so far behind I don't think it applies… besides, it's mostly AU anyways.
Pairing: Rory/Tristan
Standard disclaimer applies
A/N: Huge thanks to Sus who beta'ed this when it was in drabble, she's managed to fix the crappy bits she could. Anything else is my fault.
Enjoy!
- The Life and Times of an Unwelcome Third Wheel -
I have to get last night out of my head.
I had sex for the first time on my 13th birthday. I'd been dating Courtney for about 3 weeks, I guess. Our first date was to one of Chilton's dances and she let me get to 3rd base behind a tree on the hall's grounds. I had done that before, but not usually on the first date. Not that I'm complaining.
Dad let us have a party for my 13th and I say us because Tristan was allowed to invite his moronic friends. Our parents went to a Spa in the Catskills for the weekend leaving us free run of the house. So it turned into one of those free-for-alls where everyone from school turns up. Rory didn't want to come, she hated parties like that, but she came anyway.
The best thing about having an older brother? If he has a fake ID, he'll supply the beer. Well Tristan did. Not that I drank it, I had more than learned that lesson.
At 10.24pm exactly Courtney gave me my present. Best. Present. Ever.
I keep getting these mental images of last night. I really need to make it stop.
Courtney. We're not together now… we broke up 3 weeks ago, I guess… which would make it about 3 weeks after my birthday. Lots of 3's here. We had sex a lot those three weeks after my birthday. And I didn't want to break up with her, that was her choice. Like I'd give up all that sex. But it was no big deal, sex isn't exactly plentiful in the 7th grade… But in our world your last name buys things better than the greenback ever will. So, there was Courtney. Then there was Jessica and then last time there was Bernice.
Rory busted me making out in the hallway at school with Jessica. It was rather embarrassing. She grabbed me by the ear and dragged me halfway through the school and dumped me on Tristan. Like he was meant to do something about it. Tristan listened to Rory rant about my behaviour for a minute before telling her he'd talk to me and dragging me into a classroom. He told me there were 3 rules he stood by, 4 after getting suspended.
1. Try to keep it pg13 in the hallway.
2. You want more than pg13, take it into a room or closet.
3. Keep all your clothes on at all times.
4. If you get busted, don't make jokes about it. Especially if your girlfriend is with you.
Then he grinned and tacked on that if you're in a closet make sure the door opens in, or don't lean on it.
Tristan had then slapped my shoulder in a weird, scary, buddy-buddy kind of way and told me that if Rory found out that he told me any of this I was a dead man. He also suggested it wasn't the smartest thing to make out near Rory's locker.
I listened. Not because he was my older brother, like that would make a difference, but because if these were his rules, then they must work. It was Tristan, he had a reputation. But he still had Rory.
I'm all over the shop tonight. I can't concentrate on anything. It's because of what happened last night, I'm sure. I'm still in shock or something.
I heard Rory scream, and so I went running to see what was wrong. I raced into Tristan's room, thinking she had hurt herself. God, I don't think I've ever seen anyone move so fast. But then, she was naked, so she was more aerodynamic and stuff.
I'd walked in on them before, but she was never naked, and they had never been doing that before. Damn.
I just sort of froze… Then Tristan yelled and threw something that hit me. It hit me hard too, I have a bruise from it. But it got me moving. I ran out the door and he threw something else that smashed on the door as it bounced open again behind me. I was probably moving as fast as Rory trying to get the hell out of the room.
*
"Oh god, oh god, oh god." Rory's words we muffled by the bedcovers that she was now smothering herself with. Lack of oxygen didn't matter, not now. She was ready to die, now would be good.
"Rory." She could hear the laughter in Tristan's voice.
"Oh god, oh god, oh god." She could blame Tristan. He was the one that made her scream. And he was deriving entirely too mush enjoyment from her humiliation.
"Ror." She felt him pull at the covers and she tightened her grip. She felt his hand smooth up her leg and she kicked out at him.
"Oh god, oh god, oh god." She hated him. That's all there was to say about it. He said he had locked his door.
"Mary." He grabbed her ankle and started to pull her out from under the covers. He reached her thighs.
"Oh god! Oh God! Oh God!" Rory pulled the covers off her head and glared at Tristan. "Get your hands off me. And for god sake, go and close the door!"
Tristan grinned and got up to close the door. Rory buried herself under the covers again.
Rory listened as the door closed. She bounced as Tristan jumped back on the bed, digging himself under the covers with her. Rory scowled when he kissed her on the end of her nose.
"Hey under here where it's stifling and I can't breathe." He wiggled some more, moving his legs to wind with hers. "Wanna come out from here and not suffocate to death?"
"No."
"It's not that bad."
"Not that bad? Not that bad?" Rory's voice rose. "Jordan just saw, he just saw, he walked in on us-"
Granting mercy on her inability to finish her sentence he continued for her, "Saw us having sex."
"Yes, but like that, he saw us having sex like… that!"
"Nothing he hasn't seen in porn before." Tristan shrugged and threw the covers off their heads. They both sucked in large cool breaths of air. "In fact after the past few weeks I wouldn't be surprised if he hasn't done it himself."
Rory sucked in a few more deep breaths before pulling the covers back over her head. "Oh god. I don't want to know."
Tristan moved both of them around until they were wrapped around each other with the covers pulled up to Rory's neck, but not over her head. "Stop saying that."
"What?"
"Oh god." Tristan pitched his voice to mimic Rory. "It's not the end of the world."
"I don't know about that." She thought about it for a minute and started to worm her way back down under the covers. "Oh god."
Tristan gripped her hips and pulled her on top of him, he was saving her from suffocating he assured himself. "Ror."
"Don't even try it." Rory pulled away from his searching lips.
"I wasn't. Honest." Tristan smirked. "Just wanted a cuddle."
"And I had to be on top of you for this?"
"You want to be on the bottom?" Tristan ran his hands down her back. "We could do that. Or I could get be-"
"Tristan!" Rory slapped his chest before slumping down on him and pulling the covers back up over her head. "God."
"Well at least we've dropped the 'oh'." Tristan folded the covers back down to her shoulders.
"God." Rory buried her face into Tristan's neck. "I'm so embarrassed."
"Still?"
"Yes, still!" Rory relaxed as Tristan started to draw on her back with his fingertips.
"Sorry."
"I'll get over it." The covers slipped off the bed and Tristan sighed. "Get up off me so I can fix the bed."
Rory sat up, straddling him. "You fix the bed?"
"I'm not that incompetent. I've been to places where I've had to make my own bed. Besides, all I have to do is throw the cover on again."
Rory leaned into kiss him. "I'll do it."
She pulled away to get off the bed but Tristan pulled her back. "Later. It will just fall off again."
He kissed her again and she raised a brow. "You sure about that, cause as I recall, we weren't even on the bed before."
"Your right." Tristan pushed at Rory and she stumbled off the bed. She heard Tristan open and close his bedside drawer behind her.
"Did you lock the door?"
"I locked the door."
"You're sure?"
"Positive."
Rory just hoped she didn't scream again.
*
Damn it, thinking about the sex I've had was supposed to get that out of my head!
It's actually been kinda weird. I haven't been writing in here about it. I've been talking to Tristan about it. That in its self is weird enough. Tristan and I don't talk. We don't hang out like friends, I do my best to annoy the shit out of him and he does his best not to maim me when his tolerance has been worn out.
But he started to pay attention to me. I guess he heard some things at school. Whatever. I'm sure that whatever he's done is worse than anything I've done.
We had an argument about the way he thought I was treating the girls I've seen. He thought I was being disrespectful.
More like Rory thought I was being disrespectful and he was siding with her.
He made a big deal out of it. He said he didn't care if I slept with the entire female population of Connecticut, but that telling all my friends was disrespectful and if I wanted to have any hope of getting laid in my later years at Chilton I should keep it to myself. He said that people would talk about me enough anyway.
He asked me if I wanted to go to the movies with him and Rory yesterday afternoon and I realised that its been about a month since Rory asked me to go anywhere with them, its been about a month since she even talked to me to say more than hello. Other than pulling me through the school by the ear, she hasn't talked to me since just before Courtney broke up with me. She hasn't told me why, but I imagine it has something to do with what Tristan has been talking to me about.
Rory not talking to me more than anything Tristan said, made me decide that whatever he was saying was right.
I missed Rory. She was like an older sister, ok, so I had a little crush on her, but who wouldn't, she was pretty and smart and nice. But mostly she was just like a big sister. I had fun with her and Tristan, and fun wasn't something we got a lot of in our world.
And I want to do what they were doing last night. And if Tristan could get a girl like Rory to do something like that, he had to know something about girls and the way they think. It wouldn't hurt to listen to what he has to say. Or get on his good side to learn more about what he knows.
Sure wouldn't mind learning how he did what he was doing last night.