JSYK this story was written in response to mycrookedsmile who asked for Punk and Perv to have sex on the hood of Chief Swan's cruiser.
Just like in The Field of Dreams, if you prompt it, they will come. Maybe. Kinda. Almost.
You'll see.
Punk
The first time Perv told me no, I tried not to take it personally.
When we both woke up in Bella's cozy bed, I was hoping for a second round of red-hot spanky action; the first had been so much fun! His big, hard dick pressing up against my asscrack seemed to agree with my suggestion, but he just insisted that he had important shit to do, and then he wouldn't meet my eye.
It was like he didn't know me.
I even reminded him that I knew his name was James, and that he liked making out with a man in uniform. He almost smiled when I did the Y.M.C.A. to remind him, but then he said he really had to leave.
I watched him get into his truck, thinking so fast that my heart got all jumpy, then ran back to my porch and grabbed my skateboard.
By the time he hit the first set of red lights, I was skitching off the back of his truck. When he parked down the street from Forks Hardware, I just followed him in and waited for him to see me.
His look of surprise made my chest feel all tight, and when he smiled, just a little, my chest got even tighter. He really looked so pretty.
I asked him if he wanted to get it on. Because I did. I really, really did.
My perv almost kissed me. I saw him lick his lips, but he shoved me away and told me I was better off without him, which made no fucking sense.
No fucking sense at all.