A/N: Ok, I planned for a more plotty chapter, but stuff happened. Blame the sexy Kick for this, and the change of the rating to T.
Live with Kelly and Michael
"Today we have great guest. I know that many in our audience are huge fans. My own daughter is one. He has a new single, which he will perform here live. Please welcome, Ricky Weaver!"
"So Ricky, we here are dying to know if all these rumors about you and the new song are true."
"Its all lies, misunderstanding of exaggeration. Otherwise, no comments."
"Ha ha ha... Seriously though, how is it that you know Kim Wasabi? Kim Crawford?"
"Well, I was at her high school performing couple of years ago. I met her and Jack then. We reconnected recently. They are friends."
"Is is true that you gave her a pet and it was, you know..."
"She loves animals and her dad is allergic. I found that certain breeds are hypoallergenic. So I got a puppy for her as a surprise. But, yeah... It didn't live."
"How terrible. Well, we hope she recovered from that shock."
"She was devastated. But she is strong. She, the animal shelter, and her school are planning a fundraiser to benefit the shelter."
"Do you plan to be there?"
"My schedule is busy right now, but I'll try."
Eric was beside himself. When he pitched an idea to go to Seaford to scavenge for more dirt on Kim, Jack, Bobby or even Ricky, his editors did not agree with him. And then all these reports about Kim and Jack at the studio for auditions, Kicky hanging out at Weaver's place, them eating out with Weaver's band, surfaced and their site was nowhere near the action. When he saw the interview with Ricky on the morning show, where he actually admitted that the puppy was his present and that he might show up at the fundraiser, he was right there with the editors, begging for an assignment to Seaford for the fundraiser. This time they agreed.
Back in Seaford, Jack and Kim fell into their routine again: school, dojo, extracurriculars and glorious make-outs whenever they had a chance. Jack was getting better at scaling the walls of Kim's house; found all the hide-away nooks in the school; and on one stand-out occasion they made out against the wall of the girls' locker room at the dojo.
There was no news about the results of the auditions and Kim threw herself into planning the fundraiser, which was scheduled for the end of the week.
It was Thursday and Jack dropped off Kim at the animal shelter. He had a nagging feeling of being watched, but most people gawked at him and Kim nowadays that he simply shrugged it off. Kim was greeted by the receptionist/volunteer coordinator at the front desk.
"Hi, Kevin. What's new?"
"Good, Kim you're here. You remember Andrew Bowden, don't you?"
He was gesturing towards young guy, who wore the Swarthmore blazer.
"Of course. Hi Andrew, good to see you again," Kim replied with a smile and then turned to Jack. "Andrew came here to help around couple of times and his family donated to the shelter. Andrew, this is Jack Brewer, my boyfriend."
"Oh I know him. Black belt, rising star, stole our float..." Andrew said with a smile, but it was faker than fake.
"Yes, well, he didn't do it alone. I was there too," Kim said with an awkward smile.
"Yes, I am sure you were helping your friend. What's up man?"
Jack accepted Andrew's offered hand of greeting. He may or may not have gripped it with slightly more force than necessary. "Not much. You?"
"Well I am here to help your girlfriend and pledge our family's support for the fundraiser."
Jack watched as Andrew caught Kim's gaze and winked at her to which she turned away, seemingly blushing. Jack's hands clenched tightly at his sides and they only tightened further as Andrew pulled Kim into conversation about the fundraiser details. What a douchebag.
"Your family wants to support the shelter? I thought you guys had some sort of charity coordinator. We contacted her." Kim was saying to Andrew.
"It's crazy how things coincide. We all heard about the locker incident. Next the shelter contacted us for the donation. My mother asked me to look at it, since I volunteered here. Once I saw that you were organizing it, I told my parents that I would donate portion of my allowance to the shelter."
Kim looked impressed and Jack could see her grateful smile at this speech and it made Jack want to vomit. Apparently Kevin felt the same way because he caught Jack's eyes as he made a subtle choking noise and mimed throwing up. Jack lets out a soft laugh at that.
"I just really think it's our duty as Seaford's more fortunate to help those in need." The line is delivered with practiced humility that Jack could see through a mile away.
"Its wonderful that you think that way. We hope that money raised would improve conditions here." Kim was gushing and Jack was really uncomfortable about the whole thing. He knew his jealousy was unnecessary: if Kim was not swayed by a mega-star, she would not be swayed by a richy rich here... But... His jealousy wasn't exactly a rational thing. This moneybag spent time with Kim, doing something she was passionate about and, really, did he have to show every guy in Seaford that Kim was off-limits? He did not even think she crossed path with the Swarthmore guys, other than that Clair girl from the pageant.
"So, Andrew, will we see you and your family at the fundraiser this Friday?" Kevin said cutting into small chatter between Kim and Andrew.
"Of course, Kevin. The work that Pawtastic Pets does is inspiring. It has the full support of the Bowden family and we wouldn't miss it for the world."
Great. Now Jack was going to spend Friday evening watching Moneybags McDouche fish for compliments and not so subtly brag about his family's fortune.
"All right then. See you there, Andrew." Kevin got up, took Andrew by the elbow and gently moved him to the front door.
Once the door swung back in place behind Andrew, both Kevin and Kim shuddered in revulsion and Kim even proceeded to use sanitizer on her hands.
"God that guy is obnoxious. You'd think he invented charity and is saving animals single handedly!" Kim exclaimed and turned to Jack. "He was doing community service here in a deal with the police. His family is sure rich, but they throw money at everything to make things smooth for that douche bag."
"I know. His condescension is too much. I bet he would put the whole donation and participation in the fundraiser on his college application. Although, why does he bother? He is probably legacy in one of the Ivies." Kevin was talking with gusto. "'It is a duty of more fortunate ones to help.' Please, spare me the noblesse oblige speech," Kevin added mocking Andrew's accent.
"I suspect he is here only because Ricky might be here, so you know it would be crawling with press and media vultures." Kim added skeptically.
As Kim and Kevin spoke, Jack has let out a quiet breath. Its good he did not mention anything even remotely that smacked of jealousy to Kim. She took his attitude in stride, but he suspected that her tolerance wasn't limitless. She turned to him and kissed him goodbye and he left to meet up with Milton.
He was home, checking his social media, when he saw a text from an unknown number. He got a lot of such messages from the press, but this one was from his personal hater. Uneasiness settled in the pit of his stomach. He opened the text and recoiled. It was the picture of Kim's poor puppy. The message was simple: "It is only the beginning."
Worried, Jack called Kim, knowing that she was still at the shelter. She picked up after the third ring, breathless and laughing, "Yes?"
"Are you alright?" Jack spoke quickly, already knowing that she was fine.
"Yes, of course. Why?"
"No reason, just missed you. That's all."
"I missed you too."
"Hey, out of curiosity, what is the security at that place? Like, what happens at night?" Jack imagined that if anyone wanted to hurt Kim even more than that puppy incident did, they might go for the animal in the shelter.
"Are you sure everything is fine, Jack?"
"I just am concerned. About you. And animals. But mostly about you." He wasn't lying.
"OOOOK. We have security cameras and animals are not left alone. There is night shift, but they don't allow minors to volunteer those hours. Usually the place is locked down after 10PM. Feel better now?" Kim sounded indulgent.
"Yeah. When are you going to be done?"
"Soon. Kevin will drop me off at my home. By the way, my parents are having a night out tonight. They won't be back for a while. I'll be all alone at that place..." Kim's voice trailed off and Jack's earlier worry evaporated as the heat spread through his body. Oh...
"I'll be there. Time?" he quickly spoke.
"Their reservation is at 7." Kim's voice dropped lower and his heart jumped at the sound.
"See you soon, Kim," his own voice was deeper and huskier and he heard Kim's sharp intake of breath.
"See you."
He waited in the car for her parents to leave. The moment their car turned the corner, he was pressing the bell. Kim opened the door almost immediately and they surged towards each other with a hungry kiss. The anticipation of the time together, without hiding or interruptions was fueling them both.
They stumbled in still kissing and Jack turned them around to press Kim into the door. She was frustratingly short and he crouched a little to be on the same level. She rose on her tip toes, wrapping her hands around his neck to leverage against his frame. The height differential did not let him kiss anywhere else and with a growl he lifted her up by the waist and one of his legs came to step between her thighs. Jack wrapped one of his arms around her waist to steady her as he lunged forward, pinning her beneath him so that her entire upper body was pressed into the door. He trailed kisses down her jawline, over her neck and to her collarbone. "Kim, we should stop. If we don't, we might just spend the entire time here by the door," came the muffled sound of his voice, his breath scalding her skin.
Kim shuddered at the tone he used. All she had planned on was a kiss hello, but she really was powerless against Jack and his words, voice, body, everything. A fresh pool of hot liquid formed in her panties as he ground his thigh into her sensitized center. "I really don't want you to stop."
Jack let out a strangled groan at the tone of her words as he claimed her lips once more, letting his fingers roam down her hip and thigh, meeting a bare skin soon. She was wearing sweat shorts and tank top. Clever. He dropped both hands on her thighs and wrapped them around his waist. Still kissing, he pushed off the door and walked with Kim in his arms up to her room.
He dropped her onto her bed and she bounced a little, causing her perky breasts to jiggle and it was all too sexy. He toed off his shoes and climbed into the bed with her. Kissing again, feeling her curves under him, his fingers whispered down her back and slid into the waistband of her shorts. With his one hand, he ghosted the tips of his fingers into her pants, feeling her hips and the soft skin of her lower abdomen. With the other, he came around to her front and grasped one of her breasts beneath her shirt. She had not been wearing a bra, but only a thing cami and he was eternally grateful for the lounge wear. She was so soft, and so hot, and the way her tiny nipples hardened under his palm sent a rush of blood down to his dick. He lower his mouth onto her chest and kissed the right one first.
"You know that your right nipple is more sensitive than the left. It is so hard right now, but I can get it harder. It turns dark pink and then it looks like a pink pearl. So pretty. And so delicious."
He repeated his actions with the left breast, murmuring that he would make it just as hard as the right one. Kim was wound up already and his words were making her wetter by the second. She raised her hips seeking friction where she wanted it, and his clever fingers moved from their vise like grip on her hip towards her pussy. He slid down her body pulling her shorts down and then kissing his way up her legs and thighs. She was so ready, she was whimpering. The first touch of his lips on her were like a shock and she stopped breathing for a second.
"You're so pretty here. Like a pink shell. No. Shell is hard, but you are soft. And hot. And tasty." He was whispering his words, kissing, licking and gently biting her, and the pressure was building and building...
"And you clit... It hides, but when I do this..." here he pulled her lips apart and drove his tongue up, clothing his mouth around the sensitive nub, "it comes out and it is so responsive..."
Kim was incoherent with want and needed to come badly. She dug her fingers into his hair pushing him down and Jack added two fingers into her and lightly bit her clit. She choked on air and stuttered out something that sounded like "more, please." Jack hummed around her clit and his fingers curled inside and shrieked and came panting Jack, oh my god, Jack.
She calmed down a bit with Jack slowly climbing up her body, kissing and nuzzling. When he was level with her face, he kissed her deeply and she she could feel that he was very hard even through his jeans. She kissed him a bit, enjoying the afterglow and then pulled back and said, "your turn now."
She rose up from the bed making Jack fall sideways. She twisted her body to get on top of him and touched him over his jeans. Jack was so turned on he didn't think he would last. "Kiiim..." he started, but Kim undid his jeans and wrapped her hand around his dick and he had to stop talking for a second.
"Now there, Mister Brewer, what do you have for me?" She said in her most Southern accent. Her other hand worked the jeans and boxers down just enough to free his erection.
Kim was squeezing lightly as she moved her hand from the base of his cock up to the top once more, swirling her thumb lightly over the tip, smearing the pre-cum that oozed from his slit. He swallowed and clenched his jaw.
Kim already knew whaf her preferred and squeezed him harder increasing the pressure of her thumb on the nerve-riddled vein on the underside of his cock. His breathing hitched instantly and he gripped the sheets in his fists, breathing harshly. He was trying so hard not to cum yet he was trembling.
Kim sucked in a deep breath and moved her hand down to cup his balls, giving them a slight squeeze. Jack dug his head back into the mattress and groaned, arching his back ever so slightly and the veins on his arms and neck stood out sharply.
"Kim..." he choked out before biting his lip and clenching his eyes shut.
Kim smiled to herself, his plea gave her the confidence for the next part. She lowered her mouth onto him and slowly licked the precum from the slit.
His entire body froze and his muscles were locked in for a suspended moment and before Jack could form a coherent thought, she placed her full, plump lips around his swollen member, humming lightly when she swirled her tongue around the tip.
Jack threw his head back once more and pleading with her out loud, as he placed his hands in her hair, holding her firmly in place, and tugging her slightly to convey his approval and pleasure. He wasn't aggressive, never even applied much pressure in his pull, but it was enough to encourage her to continue and take him deeper. She was more than happy to oblige.
She used her free arm to reach up to his chest and she played with his flat nipples, gratified when he jerked again. She dragged her fingers down over his torso, loving every taught ripple of muscle beneath her fingertips. With the other hand, Kim continued to pump him, working in tandem with her mouth, hand meeting mouth somewhere in the middle. Soon her head bobbed with a rhythm along with her hand, giving him the sensation that she was able to deep throat him, when in fact, she could not. With the hand that grasped him she applied pressure with her thumb to the sensitive vein at the base, and as she listened to him, she began to hear his breathing speed up. He was close. That must have meant she was doing something right, because he certainly seemed to be enjoying it.
Jack lifted his head slightly and watched her mouth as it bobbed up and down on his dick and he was mesmerized. There was too much teeth and she really was not going down that far, but these details did not matter. This was Kim. Giving him a blow job. With enthusiasm he could not fathom. He watched intently as she hollowed her cheeks and created the most wonderful suction feeling around him, as her lips dragged down, her pink lips lighter than the skin of his cock. The coil tightening around in his abdomen was becoming harder and harder to ignore with each downward stroke of her beautiful mouth, and before he knew it, his body began to quake beneath her.
Kim felt the reverberations of his shaking and opened her eyes to look up at him. When she caught a glimpse of him through her lashes, she said something around him, and he clenched his jaw so tight at the sensation he thought he broke a tooth. The heat burned down his spine and through his cock and he had enough wits to stutter, "Kim, I ..."
She prepared herself for the worst and gave him one final firm squeeze when she felt warm, salty liquid spill inside her mouth. She kept it in her mouth for a bit and then swallowed, cataloging the sensations.
Jack lay breathless, his hands still on her head and Kim could feel him trembling, his thumbs drawing mindless circles on her hair and she could feel his grasp weakening. That orgasm seemed to have done a number on him. She slowly climbed up his body and when he reached him, she saw that he had the dopiest expression on his face.
"I take it that you liked it," she whispered. "Not bad for the first time?"
"I now worry that I would simply die if you get any better at this. But what a way to go."
A/N: I would really appreciate some feedback. Let me know if any of it is good, bad, terrible, cringe-worthy, etc.
