A/N: Hey Y'all. So here is where the fun begins. This chapter might be unnecessary but oh well. This is for all of the Steca fans out there...pretty much smut but there is some store behind this and it fits with where I want the story to go. So I hope that you all enjoy...feedback is always welcome!
Thank you for reading!
Chapter 3 I'm Bulletproof, Nothing to Lose
There's something intoxicating about the smell of sweat and alcohol mixed together that acts as a drug to Beca. She has never been able to feel quite as high as she does when she is mixing in a club. Beca has lived off of that natural high for the past four years. Feeling those endorphins rushing through all of her veins, synapses firing off in every direction, is more addicting than Beca can handle.
Beca didn't think that giving into her addiction for that natural high. It felt too good to question, so Beca did what she was best at and pushed those feelings deep down inside. Beca has always been good at ignoring her feelings, burying them so deep inside so that can't resurface later and hurt her. The only problem with being good at ignoring feelings is that sometimes you miss out on very important warning signs.
The first time that Beca got an artificial high, it was completely by accident. Amy had always been the wild child in the group. She loved nothing more than going to a club or a party and getting annihilated drunk. Stacie liked a good party, but pre-med was taking up all of her free time. Amy could usually talk her into coming out once a week to see Beca spin at the club. Lately though, Stacie was too busy studying. She was just two months away from taking the MCATs, so she had no free time. Beca was mid-way through her set when Amy came staggering into her booth.
"Whooooo! This is your best set yet DJ Lady Toner!"
Beca sighs, sliding her headphones off of her ears.
"Amy, that nickname is disgusting."
"I like it. It's way better than DJ Lady BPM. Your middle name doesn't even start with a 'P." It's like false advertising."
"Well considering that I am not a narcissistic asshole, that is not what it stands for. "BPM" stands for beats per minute. What my entire job is based off of."
"I know what BPM stands for Short Stack. I still think Lady Toner fits better. One, because you are strictly into the ladies and two, because your mixes give everyone musical boners."
"You're perverse."
"And you love me. I brought you a drink."
Amy hands Beca a bright blue drink. It is suspiciously blue, making Beca a little bit nervous. Steel blue meets hazel, Beca's eyebrow quirked questionably.
"It's completely harmless. I call it the 'Thunda down Unda'!"
Beca eyes her Australian friend suspiciously, Amy's cheeky grin earning a shrug from the brunette. Beca tips the glass to her mouth, downing the entire drink in one gulp. Beca coughs violently, slamming the glass down on her dj booth.
"Jesus Amy, what in the actual fuck is in that drink?"
"Um, you know. Some vodka, tequila, some blue curacao, some bourbon, some x. The usual."
Beca's wide eyed gaze meet's Amy's.
"X? Like X as in ecstasy X?"
Amy hums noncommittally, sipping her drink as she meets Beca's gaze.
"Amy, you need to answer me. Humming is not an answer. Did I or did I not just gulp down a drink with ecstasy in it?"
"I guess that you will just have to wait and see. You should know in about thirty minutes."
"AMY! I still have an hour left in my set. If you did put X in my drink, I will probably be nakedly running across the club before I can finish my set."
"That sounds like it will be awesome."
"I don't want us to both get banned from this club for running around naked."
"Oh, well I don't think that I will be joining you in your naked journey. I didn't put anything in my drink. Why would I drug myself?"
"WHAT?! You put X in my drink but not in yours? How is that a good thing?"
Amy downs the rest of her drink, shrugging at the panicked brunette.
"Well, I will get to watch you react to your first dose of X, and I get to get pissed off of my ass for free. Gotta love the perks that come with being friends with one of the biggest DJ's in Los Angeles."
"This is so fucked up Amy. I don't want to end up going home with some creepy serial killer. I need both of my kidneys to function."
"I won't let you go home with some weirdo. Plus Stace is picking us up after your set."
"Ugh. If I end up dead in a ditch somewhere, I am going to haunt your ass forever."
"Cool. My gamma's ghost follows me around too. Better let you finish up your set, I see a piece of man sandwich that I need to be a part of. Have fun."
Amy grabs Beca's empty glass, heading back down to the bar. Beca ques up her next playlist. When she is satisfied that everyone is enjoying her newest mix, she fishes her phone out of her pocket.
Beca: (01:30 am) Stace, I think that Amy drugged me.
Beca hits a few buttons on her mixing board, changing up the tempo of the song before starting up a different song. When she remembers to turn her attention back to her phone, she has two text messages from "Stacie "The Hunter" Conrad."
Stacie: (01:42 am) Who do you think she got it from DJ?
Stacie: (01:44 am) We have been wanting to see you let your hair down. You've been a little bit off since you broke up with Heidi.
Beca rolls her eyes at the text, turning her attention back to her set. Beca begins to think that maybe Amy and Stacie were pulling her leg, still feeling her normal amount of adrenaline the she always gets from mixing. If only she weren't so hot. She normally gets a little warm from being around all of the flashing lights, her equipment and the influx of body heat that surrounds her. But for the life of her, she can't ever remember being this hot. She is positive that she is pouring sweat; she steps back from her equipment a little bit, trying to keep everything dry. Worry only begins to make itself known when she runs her arm across her forehead, only to be met with dry skin.
"Fuck…."
Beca knows that she is probably screwed but at this point she just doesn't care. She is literally melting from the heat. Desperate to cool off, Beca bends over and slides her red converse off of her feet. She is thankful that she chose not to wear socks today, because the cold ground feels like heaven against her bare feet. Now if only her shirt wasn't so damn tight. Beca pulls at the hem of her shirt, trying to stretch more room in-between her skin and the fabric. A frustrated sighs escapes pursed lips, before Beca rips the fabric over her head. Relief floods her body as the cool air presses against her bare skin, she tosses her shirt onto her stool.
"Whoa! What are you doing Shawshank?"
Beca whips her body around to face Amy, eyes wild and face flushed.
"It's way too fucking hot in here Amy. These pants are too tight."
Beca's hands drop to the waistline of her skinny jeans, fumbling with the button. Amy rushes over to the brunette, grabbing Beca's shaky hands to stop her.
"We need to keep those on DJ."
An uncharacteristic pout graces Beca's lips. She lifts her hands to Amy's face, caressing the Australian's cheeks.
"It's too hot Amy, I'm burning up. Why is your skin so soft?"
"Wow Short Stack, you are high as a kite right now."
"No I'm not high; your skin feels like Egyptian cotton."
"Yeah. You're high. Let's put your shirt and shoes back on. Stacie is waiting downstairs for us."
"I have to finish my set first."
"Your set ended like fifteen minutes ago. The club is closed honey. You've literally been standing at your mixing table just running your hands across the buttons. I knew it was time to go when you took your shirt off like a two dollar stripper."
Amy grabs Beca's shirt off of the wooden stool, helping her friend slip it back over slim shoulders. As Amy bends over to slip Beca's converse over her bare feet, Beca slaps her friend's hands away.
"Hey!"
"I can't wear those, it's too hot."
"You can't walk through the dirty club without your shoes."
"But they are making me sweat."
"I don't have time for this shit; I have a boyfriend to meet at 3."
Amy slings Beca's shoes over her shoulder. She then uses her free arm to hoist the petite DJ over her other shoulder. An undignified squeak leaves the DJ's lips as she is suddenly upside down.
"Put me down Amy!"
"No! I have things to do tonight and you are almost at the point of sexual inappropriateness."
"Why do you smell so good?"
"Because you are as high as Lindsay Lohan. The thing about X is that it makes you extremely horny. Like to the point of self-gratification. I need to get you home before you hump the floor."
Amy uses her free shoulder to push open the club doors. Beca feels the cool night air, sighing as all of her nerve endings fire off.
"What happened to the DJ?"
"She is pretty fucking high Stace. I am pretty sure that she was trying to hump my shoulder a minute ago."
"Awesome. Let's get DJ Humps-A-Lot home. I have a study group in the morning."
Amy pops open the passenger door, dumping the small DJ into the seat. Beca giggles as Amy fights groping hands to buckle her in. Amy tosses the DJ's shoes onto the floor of the passenger seat.
"Alright DJ handsy, chill."
"She's feisty."
"No shit Sherlock."
Amy shuts the passenger door, waving Stacie off as she heads back into the club.
"See you pitches later."
Stacie laughs, putting the car into gear before speeding off. She drives a few blocks before a red light makes her come to a complete stop. Beca lurches forward a little bit in her seat, giggling as her body slams back into the seat.
"Let's do that again."
"Whatever you say DJ."
Stacie startles as Beca's hand brazenly caresses her cheek.
"You're sexy."
"You're high."
"Your face feels like clouds."
Stacie laughs heartily. She grips the DJ's wrist, pulling it softly off of her face. She begins to accelerate as the light changes to green. A raspy moan leaves Stacie's mouth as she feels a hand press firmly onto her thigh. Stacie wiggles her thigh lightly to shake the DJ off.
"Beca, stop."
"But I want to touch you."
Stacie lets out a groan, lightly hitting the back of her head against her headrest. Surprisingly enough, Beca manages to keep her hands to herself for the rest of the short drive home. Stacie pulls the car into the driveway, shifting her Yaris into park. She turns to face Beca. A grin forms across the taller brunette's face as she takes in the current state of the tiny DJ. Beca's eyes are closed in concentration; the pink tip of her tongue peeking out of the side of her mouth. Beca's nimble fingers are tracing nonsensical patterns across the tops of her thighs. Stacie grips one of her best friend's hands, stilling her momentarily.
"You ready to go into the house DJ?"
Beca nods her head; eyes still tightly screwed shut, pink tongue still peeking out.
"Let's go then."
Stacie pulls the keys out of the ignition, stepping out of the driver's side. She walks over to the passenger side, pulling open the door to help Beca out. She loops her fingers through the joined laces of Beca's shoes.
"Let's go Hand…"
Stacie's words are cut off as Beca lurches forward, capturing her lips in a messy kiss. Stacie's squeak of surprise is swallowed up by the DJ as she uses the momentary distraction to slip her tongue into Stacie's mouth. Beca licks lazily into the taller brunette's mouth, slowly exploring every inch that she can reach. Stacie returns the kiss with equal fervor, doing her own exploration of the DJ's mouth. Stacie pulls out of the kiss with a harsh gasp as she feels a hand grasp her breast. The DJ's nimble fingers roll a pert nipple, tugging lightly.
"Fuck, Beca…"
Stacie grasps Beca's wrist lightly, sliding it off of her chest. Steel blue eyes meet green, Beca's pupils blown wide. Stacie gulps loudly, trying to regain her composure. She can feel her blood thumping through her veins, arousal pooling in the pit of her stomach.
"Jesus."
Beca eyes the taller brunette hungrily, tongue peeking out to lick her dry lips. Stacie stares at Beca's tongue, unable to break her stare away.
"This isn't right."
"It sure feels that way. Don't tell me that you don't want me."
Stacie pulls Beca up by the wrist that she is still holding. Beca staggers slightly from the force, stumbling into the taller brunette. Being in such close proximity, the stumble causes Beca's face to press directly into Stacie's cleavage. Beca immediately nuzzles Stacie's chest, eliciting a moan from the taller brunette. The Hunter takes over Stacie's body, desperately craving the other girl. Stacie tangles her fingers into Beca's dark tresses, pulling slightly to tilt the shorter girl's head up. Stacie's lips meet Beca's in a bruising kiss. Stacie immediately presses her tongue into the DJ's mouth, languid strokes tasting the shorter girl's mouth. Beca nudges Stacie's hips with her own, not breaking the kiss as she moves them slightly to shut the car door. They break apart simultaneously, panting to catch their breaths.
"My feet are freezing, let's go inside."
Beca intertwines her fingers in Stacie's, pulling the leggy brunette towards the door of the house. Beca presses her body into Stacie's back as the taller girl fumbles with her keys. Stacie moans quietly at the feel of Beca's breasts pressed tightly into her back. Beca slides her hands across Stacie's abdomen, fingers sweeping underneath the fabric of the taller girl's shirt. Stroking the naked skin lightly, Beca revels in the feeling of the other girl's abdominal muscles contracting from the feather light touch. When Stacie finally manages to unlock the door to the house, both girls stagger into the house, Beca kicking the door shut behind her. Beca forcibly pushes Stacie towards the living room, patience no longer an option. The taller brunette is pushed over to the couch, ungracefully falling face first onto the couch. Beca grips the other girl's left knee, turning her so that she is lying on her back. Beca drinks the brunette in for a moment, watching her chest heave. Her face is completely flushed, eyes black with desire. Beca breaks from her revere, straddling the taller girl's hips. Stacie moans, arching her back up, searching for friction. Beca grins, grinding her body down into Stacie, eliciting another deep moan.
"Fucking hell Beca. We should stop."
"Why?"
"You aren't in your right mind to make this decision. I can't take advantage of you like this."
Beca leans down, pressing her lips lightly into the other girls. She takes Stacie's bottom lip in-between her own, biting down hard. She pulls away from the kiss, releasing Stacie's lip with a pop.
"I have wanted this for a while now Stace."
Stacie scoffs, brushing hair out of her eyes.
"You're just saying that."
"Um no I'm not dude. Have you see you? Who wouldn't want to fuck you?"
"I don't want things to get awkward Becs."
"Please. Stacie, you have one night stands all of the time. Things won't get weird, we won't let them."
"I haven't ever slept with one of my friends."
Beca groans, pressing her hips down into Stacie's again.
"Please Stace. I will actually die if you don't touch me. You are the reason that I am in this mess. Fix it."
"Bec…"
Beca leans down, latching her mouth onto Stacie's breast. She nibbles on the hardened peak through Stacie's shirt. Stacie moans, arching her back to press further into the other girl's mouth.
"Jesus….stop Bec."
Beca releases Stacie's nipple, sitting back up. Stacie sits up just enough to remove her shirt. She tosses the shirt across the room, reaching behind her back to unsnap her bra. As Stacie lies back down, Beca hooks her fingers through Stacie's bra straps, sliding the material down the others girls arms. A groan of approval leaves Beca's mouth as Stacie's naked chest is exposed to her. Beca wastes no time in taking an exposed nipple into her mouth. Stacie moans at the warmth of Beca's mouth. Beca turns her attention to the other nipple, alternating between biting and sucking. Stacie tangles her fingers into Beca's hair, tugging to get her attention. Beca releases the nipple with an audible pop. Stacie's mouth is immediately on hers, hot and needy. Beca slides her tongue into the other girl's mouth, languidly stroking Stacie's tongue. Beca tears her mouth from Stacie's with a moan as she feels the other girl slide her fingers underneath her shirt, grasping at her breast. Beca buries her face into Stacie's neck, nipping and sucking at her pulse point. Stacie moans, raking her nails over Beca's bra clad nipple. Stacie reaches around Beca's back, deftly unsnapping the smaller girl's bra.
"You're wearing way too many clothes"
Stacie arches her back up, grinding into the DJ's hips. She shivers as Beca bites down on her pulse point hard. Beca immediately uses her tongue to soothe the burn of the bite, sucking hard until the skin takes on a purple hue. Satisfied with the mark that she is sure to have left, Beca sits up on Stacie's hips. She immediately discards her shirt and bra, flinging them blindly across the living room. Stacie's hands immediately find purchase on the DJ's chest, rolling and pinching the other girl's perk nipples between her slender fingers. Beca moans at the contact, grinding her hips into Stacie's in search of some sort of friction. Stacie's hands drop to the other girl's hips, pulling her in tightly and arching up into the other girl.
"Fuck Stace…"
The groan that comes out of Beca's mouth causes something inside Stacie to snap. She loses the tiny thread of control that she was grasping onto, allowing the Hunter to take over her body. She pulls on the DJ's hips, deftly flipping her onto her back. She straddles the other girl, slipping her thigh between Beca's legs. Beca grinds down into Stacie's thigh, moaning at the friction of her jeans rubbing against her. Stacie unfastens the button on Beca's jeans, slipping her hand inside. Leaning down to capture Beca's lips, Stacie rubs the other girl's lace covered center. They swallow each other's moans, Beca from the feeling of Stacie's fingers, Stacie as her hand meets soaked lace. Beca shifts her hips up, causing Stacie's hand to stroke her again. Beca pants into Stacie's mouth, biting down on the taller girl's bottom lip. Beca pulls away with a harsh groan as Stacie slides the soaked lace to the side, running her finger through the other girl's slick folds. Stacie slides her mouth down Beca's jaw, nipping at the brunette's pulse point as she slides her finger through Beca's folds again. Beca groans, sliding her fingers into Stacie's chestnut locks and tugging slightly. Stacie bites down on Beca's pulse point again before kissing her way back up to the shorter girl's mouth. Stacie takes her hand out of Beca's jeans, earning a whimper from the smaller girl. Stacie smiles into the kiss, pulling away slightly.
"Patience is a virtue grasshopper."
"Shut up Stace."
Stacie puts her hands on Beca's waist, tugging at the other girl's jeans.
"Lift up."
Beca complies, lifting her bottom slightly off of the couch. Stacie all but rips the jeans down the other girl's legs. Beca groans as the cool air hits her overheated body. She hears her jeans hit the floor somewhere, too far gone to actually care. Stacie loops her fingers through Beca's panties, sliding them down her legs. Stacie flings the panties blindly behind her leaning down to press her lips to the brunette's again. Stacie kisses the brunette hard one last time before kissing her way down Beca's body. She stops on her journey down to nip and suck at the brunette's chest. She runs her tongue down the brunette's stomach, stopping to dip her tongue into Beca's belly button. Beca moans, arching her back off of the couch. Stacie kisses the brunette's stomach again before sliding her body off of the couch. She grabs Beca's hips, pulling her to the edge of the couch. Stacie places the brunette's legs over her shoulders. She places open mouthed kisses against Beca's thighs, earning a husky moan. Beca instinctively spreads her legs wider, groaning as she feels Stacie's hot breath against her center. The first touch of Stacie's tongue against Beca's overly sensitive clit nearly sends her flying off of the couch.
"Fuck…"
Stacie increases her pressure against the brunette, using her free hand to deftly slide two fingers into Beca. Beca slides her fingers into Stacie's hair, pulling the brunette's mouth harder into her. Stacie speeds up her ministrations, curling her fingers into the brunette. Beca lifts her hips, meeting the brunette thrust for thrust. Beca's head thrashes from side to side, moans spilling from her lips freely as she feels her orgasm building quickly.
"Oh Jesus…fuck…."
Beca's toes curl as Stacie flicks her tongue against the brunette's clit. Words become incoherent, Beca's vocabulary pretty much grunts and groans at this point. Stacie smiles against the smaller brunette, giving her clit one last firm suck before kissing her way up Beca's body. She stops her ascent to suck a pert nipple into her mouth. Beca lets out a low moan, arching up to fit more of her breast into Stacie's mouth. Stacie moves her attention to the other nipple, plunging two fingers back into the DJ's core. Beca nearly screams as Stacie curls her fingers to hit the brunette's g-spot, using her thumb to circle Beca's clit. Stacie can feel the brunette's walls fluttering, knowing that her orgasm is close.
"Ung….I'm so fuckin'….close. Harder."
Stacie pulls away from the brunette's nipple with a pop.
"You got it DJ."
Stacie kisses her way up the brunette's body. She places a feather light kiss against the brunette's mouth. When Beca tries to deepen the kiss, Stacie pulls away to latch her mouth against Beca's neck, sucking and nipping at the skin. Stacie slips her thigh between Beca's legs, thrusting her thigh up into her hand to slip her fingers deeper into the brunette. Stacie curls her fingers into Beca again, scissoring them on the way out. Beca groans, dropping her face into Stacie's neck. Stacie moans as she feels the brunette suck hard on her pulse point. Beca finds just enough cognitive power left to bring her hands to Stacie's ample chest, squeezing and pulling at the taller brunette's nipples. Stacie groans, the sensation fueling her need to make the other girl come undone. She speeds up her ministrations, all but slamming her fingers in and out of Beca. Stacie moves her mouth up the other girl's cheek, sliding her tongue up the DJ's ear. She bites down on the shell of Beca's ear, sliding a third finger into the brunette's impossibly tight core. An uncharacteristic scream flies out of the brunette's mouth, Stacie whispering a husky command into Beca's ear.
"Come for me."
Beca's entire body goes rigid as her orgasm hits her all at once. Slamming her eyes shut, a loud hiss of breath leaves her mouth, a drawn out moan following. Stacie continues her assault on the brunette, helping her ride out her orgasm. Beca's body goes lax, muscles like complete jelly, slamming her back against the couch. She lets out a pathetic whimper at the loss of contact as the brunette slides her fingers out of her core.
"You alright?"
Beca opens one eye, glancing at the brunette. An animalistic growl escapes her lips as she watches Stacie lick her fingers clean. Beca surges forward, capturing Stacie's lipes with her own. Another growl comes as Beca tastes herself on Stacie's lips. Beca places a hand on Stacie's hip, flipping their positions without breaking their kiss. If the whimper that Beca swallows is anything to go by, Stacie is already close. Stacie breaks the kiss with a hiss as she feels Beca's fingers press against the seam of her jeans. Beca slides her body down the couch, unfastening Stacie's jeans on her way down. Stacie lifts her hips, helping Beca shimmy her out of her pants. Stacie settles back down against the couch, panting from arousal. Beca grips Stacie's hips, guiding her to the end of the couch. Beca kneels down on the floor, lifting Stacie's legs over her shoulders. Beca eyes the taller brunette, feeling a second wave of arousal hit her from the sight. Stacie's eyes are screwed shut, lips parted, cheeks flushed. Beca dips a finger through Stacie's core, surprised when she doesn't meet the barrier of underwear.
"No panties huh? You're a naughty girl."
"It just makes…."
Stacie's words are cut off as Beca leans her head down, running her tongue through the brunette's folds.
"Oh fuck! Becs, I am close already, don't stop."
Beca takes Stacie's clit into her mouth, nibbling lightly. Stacie moans loudly, threading her fingers through Beca's hair, pulling her mouth harder into her. Beca runs her tongue through the other girl's folds again, pressing her tongue inside of the other girl. She strokes the other girl with her tongue, Stacie thrusting her hips to meet Beca's thrusts. Moans are falling freely from the taller girl's mouth, egging the other girl on.
"Fuck! Becs, More!"
Beca slides her fingers through Stacie's folds, moaning into the other girl from the amount of wetness that meets her fingers. She replaces her tongue with her fingers, plunging two fingers into the other girl. Stacie moans loudly, gyrating her hips into Beca's hand. Beca grins against the other girl, sucking Stacie's clit into her mouth. Stacie groans, feeling the beginning of her orgasm pool in her stomach. Beca feels the flutter of the other girl's walls, signaling how close she is. Beca bites down lightly on the other girl's clit, she curls her fingers deep into Stacie's g-spot. Stacie moans again, thrusting her hips into Beca. Beca speeds up her ministrations, curling her fingers with every thrust. Stacie rocks her hips three more times before her orgasm hits her like a ton of bricks, stars busting behind her closed eyes.
"BECA!"
Beca flicks her tongue against the other girl's clit, thrusting in and out of her slowly as she rides out her orgasm. Beca only stops when she feels Stacie trying to pull away from her, the sensations too much with how sensitive her body is right now. Beca removes her fingers from Stacie, smiling as she hears the other girl whimper. Beca puts her fingers in her mouth, cleaning them off. She moans at the taste of the other girl on her tongue. Beca chuckles slightly as she feels the other girl pulling at her shoulders weakly. She gently takes Stacie's legs off of her shoulders, lying on the couch next to the other girl. She runs her fingers through Stacie's sweaty locks, kissing her softly on the lips. When she pulls back Stacie has recovered enough to open her eyes. A sated grin spreads across both girls' mouths. Stacie leans back into Beca, capturing her mouth again. She immediately parts the other girl's lips, moaning at her taste on Beca's tongue. When they pull back simultaneously, a wicked grin is across Stacie's lips.
"Why did we wait so long to do that?"
"The hunter has been trying to get you into bed for years now."
"Gross."
"I didn't hear you complaining ten minutes ago."
"True. Things are going to be weird now."
"I don't think so. Anyway, let's not worry about it tonight. You ready for round two?"
"Have you seen you? I was ready as soon as I was done the first time."
Stacie kisses Beca again.
"Your room or mine?"
"Yours is closer."
Beca stands up, lacing her fingers with Stacie's. She all but drags the other girl out of the living room, towards her room. They are both too preoccupied to remember the clothes that they have strewn across the room.
TBC