AN: Nothing too mature to worry about in this chapter. Like mature topic but not too explicit for the rating to need to be changed.
Song of the week is Fixin' by Walk the Moon.

It wasn't supposed to be this hard to secure some quality alone time when you were an adult. All of that covert stuff was supposed to have stopped whenever you moved out of your parents house. So it was a little frustrating that he and Amy had to basically sneak around.

Not even basically. He and Amy had to literally sneak around.

If they were at her place Kylie walked in every time there was more than 30 seconds of silence. He got that she was just trying to look out for Amy's best interests, so he understood and wasn't upset by it.

But all of the dicks that Jake was living with were just trying to cause him hell.

It wasn't like he was the horniest person on earth. It just sucked that they never even had enough time alone to make out, much less go to any bases. That certainly didn't stop Amy though.

Yeah, he wanted to. Of course he wanted to. But the last thing he wanted to do was rush her.

From all of Amy's people things and anxiety problems he thought this would be something that was very important not to rush. And when Jake told her he thought it would be a good idea for them to take things slow (or slower at least) she only had one word for him. No.

Amy said the only way she would take things down a notch was if he wanted to because they were going too fast for his own pace- and that if any part of his reasoning had anything to do with her she was going to ignore it because she wanted to speed up.

Jake wasn't trying to hold back because he was the guy and she was the girl and according to society the guy was expected to be the horny but responsible one in the sexual aspects of a relationship.

He was trying to hold back because Jake was the one who was comfortable with anything and Amy was the one who was prone to people induced panic attacks in the relationship.

So it had nothing to do with those gender role stereotypes, because if the situation was reversed and Jake was the one with people problems and Amy wasn't then she would be the one paying close attention to speed (hopefully).

But that wasn't the situation they were in. In reality Amy was the one rushing him. And he didn't think anyone had ever wanted to fuck him this bad in his life.

So when she took each interruption as a challenge to beat the clock he wasn't going to fight it. But they never even had enough time fully undress.

And when Amy laid down in no uncertain terms what she wanted to happen the night she asked him to drive out to the middle of nowhere he didn't have any objections. While Jake wasn't the horniest person on earth, he did really want to have sex with his girlfriend.

She already told him she liked the sappy stuff in terms of romantic-ness-stuff, but he wasn't sure how to do that with sex. And he wasn't the sappiest person in general, so if he even tried to do anything romantic in regards to that it was sure to be over the top or something that wasn't creative at all and some guy had already tried with her before. Jake still wanted their first time together to be special though, as corny as that sounded.

But the whole night and stars thing was kinda unique to their relationship so he went with it.

Besides, he really wanted to fuck his girlfriend.

Amy had kinda sprung it on him whole night of, but she had obviously been planning it in advance exactly how she wanted it to go down. Condoms were basically a given for sexual situations, but when she was prepared with these long lasting light-things it was clear she had been thinking about fucking him in the middle of nowhere with no light pollution in his car that was too old to even have one of those lights on the inside of the roof.

And that led to the both of them in the back seat of his car tearing into each other under the stars.

The backseat of a car wasn't the most comfortable place in the world, but he didn't care. All he cared was that he was actually getting to kiss her for more than 30 seconds. Much longer than 30 seconds. He could barely feel how cramped they actually were. All he could feel was Amy.

"I really wanted this to go perfect. And sweet or something. But I don't know how to do sweet," Jake confessed into the skin of her throat as he pressed kisses along the expanse. "And even if I did it wouldn't be the sweet you're used to with this kind of thing. But I really wanted to."

Despite his words, this was going a far way from bad. It was going great, and as perfect as it could have gone. They were both shirtless and Amy was trying to fumble with his jeans, but it was harder than she had expected. They were so close. While logically he knew that if he just moved a few inches back it would be like a thousand times easier to remove things like pants that stopped them from being as close as possible, those few inches meant that they would have to separate for more than a second which he didn't want to do.

He didn't want to stop kissing her neck for more than a second, or biting her collar bone, or doing some other things with his mouth directly below her collar bone. He didn't want to stop doing any of it for more than a second. He didn't want to stop doing it for a single second.

It wasn't like her struggling with his zipper was the most unpleasant feeling either.

"I've never had sweet like this. Or anything like this. So I wouldn't have anything to compare it to either way," Amy breathed and gave up using her hand to try and work his zipper and focused on keeping it in the same area but changing her tactics so he would be left with no choice but working his own zipper.

"Anything?" He asked for clarification as to what the word meant in the context.

"Sex stuff," she elaborated, and he actually did have to pull back so he would be able to concentrate.

The thought never even crossed his mind that this would be her first time. Jake was nervous to say the least when he lost his virginity. Nervous was putting it lightly.

Amy had told him that he somehow unintentionally skirted around her anxiety regarding most of the human race (and he was thankful that it was unintentional because if he actually had to try he was sure to screw it up). And he didn't assume that would apply to the intimate aspects, so she had to tell him it did. But he did assume that because she was so restless about it that she had at least had sex before. Even people who have had sex before have some worry with a new partner And Jake had given her like 60% anxiety when he first met her (though she did say ever other person in the human race was 99% anxiety). And because she was so insistent and impatient, he just kinda assumed. Which he was regretting at the moment.

"Am I your first boyfriend?"

"No. First one this far though. Is that a problem?"

"No," he answered immediately and went back to kissing her. But in the span of 10 seconds he went from desperate to slow until he pulled back with a sigh. Amy groaned, but it was out of frustration rather why she had been making sounds earlier.

"What are you doing?"

"Stopping."

"Why?" She asked as if she had done something wrong. The look of confusion on her flushed face was way too adorable to be legal in all 50 states.

"Because your first time deserves to be special. Not in the back of a car."

"I don't care. I want this."

Jake just shook his head, and for the first time Amy actually did look worried- and it was clear she regretted telling him.

"I'm gonna do this right with you," he insisted before he kissed her, and kept his hands on her face instead of drifting down to her not-face. "I really should have done it right with you anyway."

It took a few moments of his steady reassuring smile for the worried look to leave her face, and even longer until she smiled back at him.

"I'm surrendering under protest because I know nothing I say is going to change your mind. Because you're sweet. And most of the time you being sweet and sappy is great, but right now it's just annoying. Even if it's not going to change your mind I'm still saying it. You're being annoyingly sweet and you're gonna have to make it up to me soon," Amy informed him with pursed lips. He knew she wasn't actually angry, but she was frustrated. At the very least she was not a happy camper.

"I will," Jake promised with a laugh.

While dressing each other wasn't as fun as undressing each other, it wasn't bad at all.

"You know, this isn't how this night was supposed to end."

"People always say that if they could go back and change it they would, but I really would. If I could go back and make my first time anything other than the awfulness it was, I wouldn't hesitate," Jake told her in all honesty.

Luckily the drive back wasn't weird. If the situation was described to him beforehand about any other couple he would have assumed the drive back would be awkward as hell. Even if he had the situation described to him yesterday about Amy and him, Jake would have assumed there would be at least a little bit of awkwardness.

She still felt the need to remind him how ridiculous she thought he was being throughout the whole drive back. She didn't want him to forget for a second that she thought he was overreacting and making a bigger deal out of it than he needed to. But it wasn't awkward. It was still just as easy as they always were.

"My first time tonight wasn't going to be awful anyway."

"Well, if time travel is ever invented you can go back and make sure losing my virginity was romantic too," Jake compromised. He was actually glad to hear her say it wasn't (going to be) awful. It didn't feel awful in the moment. And he was pretty sure it would have ended up around the scale of good to great if they had finished (or ever really started). But he wanted it to be perfect.

"Though you'd actually have to wait a few months until I turned 18. If you went back in time and said 'hey, I'm your girlfriend from the future and I'm here to stop you from having really bad sex. And if you wait a few months instead of having sex next week then I'll make sure your first time is awesome cause at your current age it's a little unethical concerning time travel regulations.' Like I might need to tell you something only I would know before you went back, but once I believed in time travel I would totally wait for you."

"Stop it," Amy grumbled wearing a pout when he looked over at her. "Stop being cute and funny. I'm trying to glare at you. So stop making me smile."

She angled herself against the car door so she actually was able to glare at him without turning her head while still strapped in her seat belt. Her arms were crossed and she was trying so hard to scowl but every few seconds she would loose it and the corner of her lips would twitch upward until she recommitted herself to the worthy cause of showing displeasure.

"What did you expect to gain by saying that? Did you actually think I would stop trying to make you smile just because you told me to?"

"You're doing it again," Amy told him like he didn't already know.

"Yup. It's intentional."

Amy sighed when he insisted on her waiting for him so he could run around and open the car door for her to get out. She rolled her eyes but actually allowed herself to smile when he kissed her cheek.

"Amy Santiago, prepare to be fucking courted."