Noah and Rachel are on the couch in her basement while his mom and her two dads are upstairs having dessert. This happens every once in awhile because their parents go to the same Temple and decided it would be a great idea to 'get together' because their kids 'spend so much time together' they might as well 'get to know each other' as well.
Rachel is thrilled.
Noah is, well…Noah, but he deals with it because…whatever.
"You ever think about how weird it is that I have no dad and you have two?" He pulls her onto his lap, so she is straddling him.
"You have a dad." She reminds him as she grinds herself onto him. He ignores what she says, but raises his eyebrows at her actions and looks pointedly down at his lap.
"-and you don't have a mom, but that's all I have…" he says as he grips her hips hard, he loves leaving little bruises there. She acts like it annoys her, but she secretly loves that he marks her. She absolutely refuses to have a big red hickey anywhere that would be visible while she's dressed. So she has them where only he sees. There have been a few questioning glances in the locker room, but she ignores them.
"I have a mom…somewhere…" She offers before she kisses him.
He breaks the kiss off and stares at her seriously. "Yeah, but isn't it weird?"
"I don't know if weird is the correct word you are looking for…maybe, serendipitous?" She brings her lips to his neck.
"Yeah, I highly doubt that was the word I was looking for." His hands move to her ass and he pulls her to him roughly. She bites down on his neck a little before finding his lips again. "You really wanna do this now?" He asks.
"Yeah." She breathes against his lips. "You don't?"
"They're right upstairs, Rach…" He laughs a little. He's learned very quickly that the chance of them getting caught gets her dripping wet. She loves fucking him wherever she can just barely get away with it.
"So? We'll be quick." She raises an eyebrow challenging him.
He can only nod in response. He's a fucking badass and he's somehow roped himself a chick that is constantly begging for it.
She pulled him into the janitor's closet last week, which contrary to popular belief is not as hot or convenient as most might think. There's no lock on the inside of the door and it smells like ammonia and bleach, but she was wearing a skirt and bent over the tiny-ass sink within seconds so who was he to deny her?
She gave him a blow job on the bleachers during her free period; he was supposed to be in math. Actually she does that a lot while he's driving too. He's gotten better at controlling himself…he may or may not have taken out a mailbox and smashed the headlight on his truck the first time she did it.
"You have to be quiet." He reminds her as he unbuckles his belt and pulls his pants down just enough to free his cock from the restraints of denim and cotton.
She rolls her eyes. "I'm serious." He whispers as she sits down on top of him. She's of course wearing a skirt. "No underwear?" He realizes they just sat through a whole dinner and she wasn't wearing underwear. This isn't going to last very long.
She kisses him hard as she slides down the length of him and moans into his mouth. "Be quiet." He warns her. This is the problem, she's never quiet. He fucking loves it and he knows no matter how many times he tells her to be quiet because their parents are upstairs, she'll still just lose herself and voice her pleasure.
She rolls her hips on him and he pulls the top of her tank top down and sucks one of her nipples into his mouth. He could tell she wasn't wearing a bra the second he walked into the house and saw her which had him battling a semi all through dinner.
She's starting to get a little loud, so he grabs the back of her head and kisses her hard to try and muffle her sounds. He tells her to fuck him as he slides down the back of the couch more making it easier for her to plant her feet on the ground and do her thing. The couch is squeaking the tiniest bit and it's making him nervous, but she must not even notice.
"Noah!" His mother calls from the top of the stairs. He tries to push Rachel off of him, but she just looks at him and slows her movements.
"Yeah?" He calls back trying his hardest to sound normal. "Get off." He whispers to Rachel.
"Do you want some of this pie or not?" His mother asks from the top of the stairs as Rachel whispers, "Make me come first." Who is this girl?
They hear her walk down a couple of steps. Even if she walked down all of the steps, she would still have to turn the corner to see them, but he's having a heart attack nonetheless.
Rachel speeds up her movements and leans down to him and whispers, "I'm so close."
"We'll be up in a minute, ma!" He very nearly screeches.
"Okay." His mom replies and walks back to the kitchen.
Noah bites his bottom lip and glares at her as he grabs her hips as hard as he can and thrusts up into her over and over. He doesn't even care how much noise their bodies are making slapping against each other. "This what you want?" He whispers.
Rachel is bouncing around on top of him like a rag doll as he pounds up into her. He puts a finger to his lips telling her to 'shhh' because he knows she's going to come and he knows what that sounds like. He feels her walls squeeze around his cock and he grunts a few times before spilling into her.
After they both catch their breath, he pulls his pants up and tells her she's crazy.
"Am not!"
"Are to! You're gonna get us into trouble one of these days."
"I didn't hear you complaining."
"Well, no…I'm not a fucking moron, I'm just sayin…"
She gives him a quick kiss and tells him to stop being such a pansy.
"Did you just call me a pansy? Did you just say pansy?"
"Yes and I've said worse."
"Yeah, but it's usually when you're naked or begging to be. You keep talking like that and I'll be hard again."
She starts laughing, "Just go upstairs and get some fucking pie!"
"Oh, you don't play fair, Berry. Now I can't even stand up."
"Shut up! You can so!"
"I really can't."
She raises her eyebrow in question, "So…if I said…"
"Please don't…"
"Get your ass upstairs and eat some fucking pie." She climbs back on top of him and lowers her voice, "Or if I told you…"
"I hate you."
"I love the way you fuck me." She looks down between them and she can clearly see his reaction to her words.
"Jesus Christ." He breathes.
She stands up in front of him and puts her hands on her hips. She starts spouting off any SAT word she can think of and after a moment or so he stands up. "Well, that did it." He smacks her ass. "Let's get some pie."
"I'm very proud of you for not making pie sound sexual. Like, 'I'll eat your pie, Berry.' Or something…"
"Man you suck at impressions."
"That's not all I suck!"
"Who are you?!" He pushes her up the first step and she turns around to face him.
She leans in and lowers her voice, "Just a girl that wants to eat some pie. Wanna watch?" His jaw drops.
"I can arrange that, ya know." He offers.
She raises her eyebrow at him, "So can I." She turns to walk the rest of the way up the stairs and he tells her that this particular conversation is not over.
Later that night, she's lying in bed and can't seem to fall asleep.
Berry: are you awake?
Noah: miss me already?
Berry: I cant sleep.
Noah: play with urself
Berry: did that already…
Noah: really? what were you thinking about?
She decides to mess with him because she can.
Berry: Brittany
Noah: u ate pie didn't u?
Noah: I will 4real get brit and b over in 10
Berry: lol, shut up
Noah: fuck me ur hot
Berry: so is brit
Noah: berry, have u hooked up with brit?
Berry: maybe…
This is too easy.
Noah: tell the truth and shame the devil
This makes her laugh out loud .
Berry: I thought we didn't believe in hell
Noah: I swear to god if u don't tell me about u n brit I'll never touch u again
Berry: I'll just have brit do it then. Again.
Noah: does satan know about this?
Satan=Santana
Berry: she was there
Noah: ur fuckin w me. Ur evil.
Berry: im not! Not totally…
Noah: forget it. My head works faster than ur thumbs
Berry: I have no idea what that means
Noah: I came already. U n brit 69. Awes.
Berry: yeah, it was…good night noah ;)
He doesn't receive her last message until the next morning because he fell asleep promptly after he painted the Hawaiian islands on his stomach.
They don't make it to homeroom because he has to (of course) pull over and 'do it doggy' as he tells her. He makes her tell him about her trip to 'ladyland' while he nails her so hard she's sure she'll be bruised.