Another week later

He gotta admit it. Despite being a teeny bit jealous of Luke, Jesse got to admit that Luke was really cool. The couple of times he had meet up with him, Luke had been a nice sort of chap; great sense of humour, cool taste in music and he treated Beca like a princess. They looked great together, they shared the same passion and interest and they looked happy.

Jesse hated it.

It didn't help Luke looked like a Greek god as well.

"So which one then?"

Jesse was plopped on Beca's bed as she waved the two outfits at him. He took a long thoughtful look at both.

"Neither."

"Really?" Beca was now looking at the two dresses in turn. "Stacie said these makes me look totally hot. Are you sure?"

Yeah, they would. Totally. She would look super hot and Jesse was sure Luke would want to do her. Hell, HE would want to do her. Nu-uh. There's no way he'd going to pick out an outfit that'll make Luke want to do that. Not a chance in hell.

"Put on that black, long sleeved top you have. The one with the pearl buttons."

"This one? Dude! It's like going for a job interview."

"Trust me, Beca. Guys don't like their girls to look trashy. You look..err..classy in that top."

She didn't looked too convinced. "Well...if you are sure..."

"Isn't he bringing you to a fancy restaurant?

"Yeah, he is. You are right," Beca smiled as she put the dresses back into her cupboard. She took out that satin black top and shook it out a little. Yep, that would go nicely with her new black slacks.

Jesse breathed a sigh of relief. Yeah, no free show for you tonight, Luke. You keep your hands to yourself. He wondered whether he should follow them. You know, just in case Luke gets all squidy. Beca would kill him afterwards but maybe that would be ok.

"So he's picking you up?"

"Yeah. He's got reservations at seven. Then we might go dancing," Beca replied. She turned to him and frowned at his expression. "Hey, are you sulking?"

Yes. Yes, he was.

"What gives, Becs?" Jesse was saying now, sounding a little annoyed. "I thought you don't do birthdays. I am not even allowed to bring you a card at the pain of death and now you are going out for a birthday dinner with Luke? And dancing?"

Beca was colouring a little.

"Umm...it's my 18th?" she answered back lamely.

That didn't wash with Jesse who was pouting a little now. Beca came over and lie down next to him. She then snuggled up to him and he automatically wrapped an arm around her. She was resting her head on his chest and they stayed like that for a moment.

Jesse closed his eyes, just enjoying the feel of her so close to him. He was trying hard not to nuzzle into her sweet smelling hair. Because that would be a little creepy. She had her arm flung around him and she hugged him tight.

"Ok, we can do something for my birthday. Happy?"

She could feel him nodding a little.

"Does it mean I can throw you a party?"

"Nooooo..."

"Ok, ok. No parties. Cake? With candles?"

"Urgh...ok. But no presents."

"Becaaaa! Presents are the best part!"

She shook her head vehemently against his chest.

"OK, no presents but yes cake and candles. I can work with that." he said, laughing a little. He was smiling fondly at her. "Look at you. What happened, man? Birthday cake, birthday dinner. Next year you might go as far as letting me get you birthday balloons."

"Don't even try."

"Luke's a great influence on you, huh?"

"What? What made you say that?"

"I tried for years to get you to celebrate your birthdays. No such luck. Now he swanned in and look at you." His tone was teasing so she did not know how much it actually hurt.

Beca sighed a little.

"Jess, I know it's only been a couple of months...but Luke...he's special, ok?" Beca murmured softly.

Jesse concentrated in keeping his breath steady. Although it felt like his heart was being stomped on at the moment.

"Yeah?" was all he could muster.

"Yeah." Beca moved, turning in his arm. Her chin was resting on his chest and she looked at him. "You like him, right?"

No. Hated him. Hated him with passion.

"He's cool," Jesse said instead. Well, if she's happy, what could he say?

Beca was still staring at him with her piercing blue eyes, like she was trying to work something out in her mind.

"Jess."

"Hmm?"

"There's something I've been meaning to ask you."

God, her eyes. Her dreamy blue eyes. He was drowning in them. How could he not noticed how blue and beautiful they were before? Jesse was a little speechless. What did she want to ask him? Ask me anything. Ask me anything Beca and I'll say yes.

"Wh..what is it?"

She sighed a little, biting her lower lip. He nearly clutched her tighter against him.

"I don't know how to say this..."

"It's me, Becs," he whispered. "You can say anything."

She stared at him a little longer, trying to gather a bit more courage.

"Ok. I need to know. And since it's you..."

He wanted to stroke her cheek now.

"Just say it," Jesse said slowly. She was making it hard for him to breathe.

"Can you tell me how to give a good blowjob?"

"WHAT?!" Jesse got up so quickly he dislodged Beca off the bed and she landed on the floor.

"Ow!" she yelled.

"Oh god, I'm sorry."

Jesse started trying to help her off the floor, offering his hand out to her but then changed his mind and tried not to touch her and then thought how weird that look and tried not to look at her. Then he got up and sat down again. He didn't know what to do with himself.

"No, no. I'm sorry. I freaked you out," Beca said, picking herself up and sitting at the edge of the bed. She was rubbing her elbow where it hit the floor.

Jesse got up and walked towards the window, trying to calm himself down.

"Ok...ok.." He breathed out slowly before turning around and finally looking at her. She was still rubbing her sore elbow. "Firstly, what the fuck? Secondly, what the flaming fuck, Becs? And thirdly, what the fuck AGAIN, Beca?"

"Would you calm down?" Beca scowled.

"I wouldn't know even how to give one! Let alone teach you!"

"I know you don't know how to give one!" she said, furiously rubbing her face in exasperation.

"Then what the fuck was that for?"

"I thought ...you know...you can tell me how it feels, from a guy's perspective," Beca was saying now. "And..you know...tell me what feels nice. And what to avoid."

"I don't know, Becs..."

"Come on! It was just like the time we described how it feels to come," Beca said. "You know...how it's different for guys and girls."

Yeah, they had that conversation before. But it was some time back.

"Where is this all coming from?" Jesse said in a near yell.

Beca was blushing furiously.

"You mean you'd never..."

"Of course I have!" Beca answered defensively. "I just...want to be better, you know. I was just...unsure..what to do."

"Are you asking me for tips to do it on Luke? Ugh Becs," Jesse looked like he was about to be sick. "Ughh..gross!"

Jesse was now trying to shut down any mental picture he had in his mind. Damn it, Beca, you are not making this easy.

"Jesse! You asked me how to go down on a girl before!"

"What? When? I didn't."

"Yes, you did! Before a big date with Aubrey. You wanted to know how to do it properly. And I told you what to do," Beca said. "She should thank me!"

"What? No. That couldn't be. Because I'd..never..."

"You never went down on her?" Beca's voice just went an octave higher. She was staring at Jesse in surprise.

"This conversation is making me very uncomfortable..."

"Oh my god! No wonder she's so uptight!" Beca said in wonder. "How can you not go down on her? Wait. You did tap that, right?"

"Becs!"

"Did you?"

"A gentleman never tells."

Beca was rolling her eyes. "How was it? Your first time."

"I don't want to talk about it."

"Jesse. It's me."

"I don't even remember it."

"What? You don't remember your first time with Aubrey?" she squeaked. "You don't remember the first time you lost your v-card?"

"I was drunk, ok?"

"Jesse Samuel Swanson!" Beca was yelling now, getting up to her feet. "You had sex when you were blind stinking drunk? Do you have any idea how dangerous that is?"

"Oh god! I know that, ok? Don't you think I know that? It worried me for months." Jesse was yelling a little back. He turned away from her and was now looking out of the window. "Don't shout at me!"

Beca stopped shouting and looked at her very best friend. He was standing by the window with his rigid back towards her. She did not need to see his face to know he was angry. She just made her best friend freaked out and now angry. Beca rubbed her temples, thinking what she should say next. She walked over and tried hugging him from behind but he shrugged her off.

"Jesse. Hey..." Beca said slowly. "I'm sorry. I'm really sorry. I shouldn't have shouted at you."

He sighed and she gently rubbed his back. He was still stiff and angry but at least, he did not shrug her off. She kept quiet for a little while, still rubbing his back soothingly. He sighed a little, finally relaxing and she then gently hugged him.

"If you want to talk about it, it's fine. If not, it's fine too," she mumbled into his back.

He was really quiet.

"I couldn't remember how it happened. We were drinking and fooling around. Things got out of hand," Jesse said slowly. "Next thing I remembered it was morning. I was naked and my dick hurts like hell. She came in after a shower and was all over me saying how great it was and how it was her first time."

"Why were you worried?"

He grunted.

"Were you worried you got her pregnant?"

He was silent for a while.

"Yeah. Yeah, I was."

Beca just tightened her hold around him.

"I couldn't even remember whether we used protection. She didn't want to talk about it. That's the worst part." Jesse groaned. "I was on the edge for weeks. Then she started saying her clothes don't fit and she's gaining weight. And she was puking so much. I was so scared, Becs."

Beca let him go and pulled him round to face her.

"When was this? Why didn't you come and talk to me?" she said softly, careful not to shout at him. He was looking so miserable.

"You were always mad at me. Then you and I were, you know..." he said, rubbing his face.

"That recent? Just a couple of months ago?"

"Three months?"

"Okay... so we can assume Aubrey is..not pregnant..now?" Beca continued slowly.

"No."

Beca was almost afraid to ask. Could it be Aubrey had a miscarriage? Or an abortion? Both situation were just too nightmarish to think about. And Jesse had to go through all that alone?

"It was gas."

Beca snorted. She tried so hard not to laugh but she could not help that snort. Jesse looked at her trying hard to bottle that laugh and he could not help it either. One snort led to another and they were both now laughing, holding on to their sides.

"So.." Beca was wiping her eyes. "The clothes don't fit because she got gas?"

Jesse could not answer. He was laughing too hard.

"And... and the puking?"

"Stress." He answered, still laughing. He bit down the next bubble of laugh. "No... no. I shouldn't laugh. Bad Jesse! This is serious. She could have been pregnant. Bad Jesse!"

"But it's gas."

That did it. Beca fell back onto the bed, laughing and Jesse leaned against her desk, breaking into fresh laughs. Beca suddenly straightened up.

"Oh. I just remembered. It was not you I talked to about going down on a girl. It was Benji."

"Benji?! Since when you talk about such things with Benji?"

"All the time."

Jesse looked at her sitting on the bed. His sides still hurt from all that laughing. He was a teensy bit jealous of Benji now. Hell, why was he so jealous with any guy that spend time with her?

"Why did you not just ask Chloe about the blowjob thing? Or Stacie? Stacie will tell you in glorious detail."

"You think I haven't? Stacie made us practice!"

"What?"

"Yep. On bananas."

Don't go there, Jesse. He tried not to think of Beca licking and sucking on a banana because that was SO going to turn him on.

"But Chloe and I got hungry."

That did it. The image of a pissed off Stacie and the girls just ignoring her while chomping on the bananas made him laugh yet again. He also unconsciously crossed his legs. His laughs finally petered out after some time and he straightened up. She was still lolling on the bed laughing.

"OK. What do you want to know?"

Beca stopped laughing immediately, sat up and looked at him a little disbelieving. "You ok with this?"

He shrugged, smiling a little. He prayed he could keep calm. "Yeah. It's educational and so forth. Although I do want you to tell me what you told Benji."

"Deal."

He came over and sat on the opposite end of the bed, looking at her for a moment. He was careful to leave some space between them. There was an expectant hush and Jesse took a deep breath. He could do this. He so could.

"OK. Ok... Different guys like it different, ok?"

"Ok."

"Some like to start slow. Some stroking, light kisses, small licks. Others like you to go straight in there. With the whole mouth thing."

"Oh. How do you like it?"

Jesse was slightly taken aback. But she looked curious rather than teasing. He was colouring a little.

"Depends. Sometimes I like it a bit rough. But a little teasing is nice."

"What? Rough like with teeth?"

"No, be careful with the teeth. Be very careful with the teeth. A little grazing is fine but hell, when it gets caught..."

He was grimacing now, his hands unconsciously landing on his lap. Jesse had a faraway look in his eyes and then shook his head like he was trying to get rid of some bad memory.

"Nooooo! Did Aubrey used too much teeth?"

"Becs!"

"Well, did she?"

"That's another story for another day!"

Beca knew when not to push her luck. "Ok. Ok, dude."

"Alright.. your turn."

Beca looked thoughtful for a minute. "Ok. You know how girls are. Don't just go doing the three points immediately, ok?"

"Three points?"

"You know, attack both breasts and then attack the muff? Don't just go diving for the pearl, cowboy." Beca said, gesturing to her hunter. "You know how ticklish I get? If you go straight there, I'll kick you across the room."

"OK, got it. Go slow."

"Yeah. Kiss me down my body, work your way down, stroke my legs, kiss my inner thighs. And when I'm relaxed, you are in."

Jesse felt his face getting hot now. Maybe this was not such a good idea. He cleared his throat a little.

"So what about the balls?"

"Wh..what about the balls?" Jesse squeaked.

"What do I do with them?"

"Umm... just be gentle with them. Cup them a little, roll them gently in your hands."

Fuck, he was getting turned on.

"Yeah? Do you like it that way?" Her voice was a little raspy as she looked at him, her cheeks now flushing.

"Mmm.." he answered. "A few licks there is really nice. How about you? Do you like it with a bit of tongue?"

She closed her eyes, leaned back onto the headboard and hummed a little. "Tongue is nice. Very delicate tongue is very, very nice."

"And fingers?"

"Very slowly, only if the nails are short and only when I am really, really wet."

The thought of her being really, really wet made him hard. The added thought of his fingers in her when she's really, really wet got him really, really hard. Jesse shifted to a more comfortable position, glad that her eyes were closed. If they were open, she could not missed that tent in his trousers.

"That perineum bit? At the base? Is it true it's sensitive?" she asked, her voice a little rough.

"Oh god, yes," he breathed out, closing his eyes and leaning back now. "Just...just be careful. Nothing 'inside' unless you know the guy likes it." Again he grimaced at a memory he'd rather forget.

"I like it when someone rubs me a little back there." she said softly.

"Yeah?"

She just hummed back. "Just a little."

Fuck, that was hot.

"So the bit underside the shaft? That's sensitive?" she was asking now.

"Yeah. Anything you do there is fine. Swirl your tongue round. Suck on it. It's...it's fine."

Damn it, Jesse. Keep your voice steady.

"What do I do with my hands when I'm..you know.. sucking on it?"

God, she'll be the death of him.

"Do I just keep it wrap round the dick, stroke the balls, rub the base?"

"All of the above. Just... umm.. do whatever feels right. Anything... anything is good." he said, eyes still closed. No, he was not imagining her mouth on him. Of course not.

"So..umm...fingers' good? How about mouth sucking on your... ermm pearl... together with the fingers?" he asked.

"Yes..." Did she moan a little? "That feels fucking incredible. Just.. ermm.. just vary the pressure a little. It's really sensitive and it can get too much. Just be guided by the way she's moving her hips."

There was a little silence with just their breaths filling up the room. Jesse felt so hot and turned on right now. Beca shifted a little, her leg brushing lightly against his. He felt goosebumps erupting on his skin. This was definitely not a good idea.

"So... sometimes guys moves their hips too?"

Jesse fought down that groan. . "Y...yes. It's hard not to. It feels really good. The mouth all warm and wet. We can't help it sometimes."

"It makes me gag. When they thrust too deep."

"Oh."

"Hmmm... "

"So the G-spot? It exist?"

"Apparently."

"No one done yours?"

"Mmm.. no."

"Ok."

- silence -

"Do I swallow?"

"If you want to."

"Guys don't mind if I spit it out?"

"Trust me. At that point, he won't be bothered."

God, He felt like stroking himself now.

"Jess."

His eyes flew opened immediately. Because she had moved from the end she was at and was now beside him. There was still space between them but her warmth, the shuddered breaths, the heavy heat in the room; it was making him restless.

"Are you turned on a little?"

He turned to look at her. Yes, yes I am, Beca. I am so turned on right now and I want nothing more than jump you. She was looking at him and he saw that naughty twinkle in her eye before she rearranged her expression to look more serious.

Oh, she was gaming him.

"Why? Are you?" he whispered lowly.

Hah. Two can play the game.

"What do you think?" she breathed back, sliding her hand up his arm.

"I can't tell. Girls are a little harder to tell," he murmured back, his voice still low. "You can tell with guys. You just need to look... down."

Her eyes darted down before looking at his face again and he could see her eyes widening. Haha! He was winning.

"Maybe we can do something about that?" her voice a silky purr. She was still looking into his eyes.

He quirked an eyebrow. He was not going to back down. "Maybe you should... practice?"

"You think so, huh?"

"Yeah. I think you should."

He touched her lightly on her arm and she jumped a foot high, "Dude! No..."

Jesse got up from the bed, laughing loudly. "Haha! You blinked first! I win!"

He turned back and nearly choked. "Becs, what are you doing?!"

"What?" Her voice was muffled. By the tshirt she was pulling over her head. Exposing her very beautiful, very perfect chest. She pulled her shirt off and looked quizzically at Jesse. Whose jaw had hit the floor.

"I need to get changed for my date." She tossed the shirt aside and began to unbutton and shimmy out of her shorts, her bottom wriggling deliciously on thebed.

Jesse immediately turned his back to her. OK, this was not funny anymore. He was a hot and bothered. His balls were aching a little. He definitely did not think he could handle seeing Beca in just her underwear. That image of her just in her pretty light blue lacy bra and shorts was enough to set him off already.

"Dude, what's wrong with you? You've seen me change like a million squillion times," Beca said. He could hear the bed creaking as she got up and he felt her moving behind him towards her wardrobe.

Yeah, that was true. She was comfortable enough with him to walk around the room in just her underwear but this was way before he got all these horny, torrid ideas about fucking her hard until she scream. Oh fuck, don't go there, Swanson.

"I'm taking a shower." Beca was now saying, tightening a bathrobe round her and walking towards the door.

"You are going to take hours," Jesse said, throwing up his arms. The thought of her in the shower was making him ache more. "Umm.. So I'd better go. Catch you later?"

She stopped by the door, gazing at him oddly. "Ok. I'll catch you later.


A couple of hours later

His phone buzzed with an incoming message.

Beca : Hey, you still up?

Jesse : It's only 930. Wassup?

Beca : I'm outside.

Jesse got up and went to his window. She was indeed just outside, looking up at him. He just gestured at her to come up. She climbed up the trellis and was at his window within minutes. He offered his hand to pull her in but she managed just fine. She's done it plenty of times.

"Date finished early." Jesse said.

"Yeah. Luke has an early start tomorrow and a paper to finish. I got you a doggy bag."

She tossed that aluminium swan over which he caught.

"Gee, thanks?" He set in aside and sat back on his bed, pulling his laptop onto his lap.

"What are you doing?" Beca asked, coming over to sit next to him.

"The thing you detest most," he said, laughing a little. "Watching Ironman."

He had deliberately chose something loud, with explosions and without any sex scenes. He had to take care of himself after coming home just now and just didn't need any more stimulation. Although saying that, having her sit so close to him yet again... She wore that long sleeved top but he had forgot how shiny and soft the satin top was and how fitted the blouse was, especially around her chest.

"Can I watch?"

Jesse immediately shut down the laptop and put it aside.

"Ok, what's wrong?"

He peered into her face. She was not crying. She looked fine. But she was acting weird.

"What? Nothing's wrong."

"Everything's ok with Luke?"

"Yeah. Better than ok," she said. "I just want to watch a movie with you, alright?"

He frowned a little but took the laptop and settled it between them. She snuggled into his shoulder and he held her while they watched the movie. She yawned a little.

"This is nice," she murmured.

"Sshhh! if you can't be quiet, go home."

She pinched him and mercilessly laughed when he yelped. They settled down and watched the movie.

"Are you sure you're ok?" he whispered.

"No talking during the movie," she scolded back.

It was now at the part where Pepper Potts was downloading the folders off Obadiah Stane's computer.

"Jess?"

"Hmm.."

"You did get me a present and card, right?"

He chuckled a little. "Yeah. Yeah I did."

"When are you going to give it to me?"

"When it's not your birthday."

She was smiling. Then she yawned again and closed her eyes. "You're my best friend, Jess."

"Hmm.."

"Love you."

"Love you too, Becs."

She was quiet, fighting sleep.

"Jesse."

"Hmm?"

She was silent. "I.. hmm.. never mind.."

He waited for something further but she had already fallen asleep. Jesse watched a little more of the movie, keeping his arm around her. She shifted a little in her sleep and sighed against him. It was hopeless - he could not watch the movie like this. Slowly, he shut down the laptop and set it aside, careful not to jostle her. She slept on.

Jesse stared at the ceiling for a minute, wondering what he should do. She had not fallen asleep against him like this since...oh, about a year back or so when Chloe and Stacie caught them in her bed.

He contemplated letting her sleep on his bed while he slept on the floor. But she was so warm and soft in his arm like this. And she was frowning a little in her sleep when he tried extricating his arm from underneath her, her hand clutching onto his tshirt.

She was mumbling something in her sleep and Jesse had to smile. He forgot she sometimes talk in her sleep. And can do whole conversations. He recorded them before.

Ah fuck it. He'll deal with the consequences later.

Jesse turned a little to his side and wrapped her closer to him. He pulled up his blanket around them, tucking her in properly. She smelled incredible. He nuzzled into her soft hair and he kissed the top of her head gently.

"Beca. Are you awake?" he whispered. "Becs?"

He was answered by a soft snore.

"Goodnight, baby," he whispered, closing his eyes. "I love you."

And when he finally said it, he thought his heart was breaking.


A/N : Oh man! I hope no one is put off with that little exchange about oral sex. I was gunning for a frank discussion between good friends rather than something pervy, although Jesse did get more than a little comfortable.

So prom chapter next and I need help! I went to an all girls school yonks ago so have no idea what happens at prom. Help! Do they serve food? Or do they go for dinner and then go to prom? No alcohol I think? So what sort of stuff do they serve? What do they do? official photos, dancing, music? Crowning of prom king and queen? And then what? Do anyone slope off to do...you know...schmexy stuff? Help!

shout out to Jecalurker and Guest. Hey! welcome to the party and thank you for the reviews. The bit about Aubrey having gas is thanks to a conversation I had with waatp. Hahahahaha