I'm sorry I've taken so long, yet again. I've been sick and went to the hospital at one point for something else, but couldn't write in the hospital because I wouldn't want my parents to see this stuff. However, I've been working on it now and I wanted it to be perfect, which resulted in a longer chapter, more time, and my lack of ability to finish it.
Thanks to the suggestions from Kdarsow and PitchPerf (sort of)
The following contains a whole fuckton of PDA, a quickie, and a happy ending.
Beca woke up on Friday morning with excitement building in her gut. Today was the day of the trip up to the lake, and she couldn't have been more elated. Not that she would show it of course. She kept a cool and collected demeanor as she spoke with the girls about when to leave and when she spoke to the boys about when to eat. Somehow she had become the planner for the trip, which surprised her. What surprised her more was the fact that she was really enjoying herself.
Donald and Amy had convinced her that the group needed to have lunch together before they set off in a big bus up to the cabin. That would give them plenty of time for activities before they had to order dinner. When Beca factored in the amount of time lunch would take and the drive, she figured they should leave around 1:30 or so, which would allow two hours to eat and get up there and an additional three or four hours of biking, kayaking, and canoeing.
So that left the eating arrangements. Stacie voted against Chinese. (It's all carbs and no nutrition, people.) No one wanted Italian food. (Imagine the garlic breath all locked up in one van…) And Amy strongly vetoed Mexican. (I still haven't forgiven Bumper for chucking a burrito the size of a baby down my cleavage.) When Lilly suggested Hibachi, a local Japanese place, the kind where they cook everything in front of you, everyone was in agreement. Beca called and made the reservation, very glad that the place wasn't full.
Everybody was set to meet in the quad around 1:15. Beca set the time early, knowing there would be stragglers. They loaded up their bags in the morning and headed off to their classes. Beca crashed down onto the sofa in the Treble house and let out a tired sigh. She slumped over and buried her head in a pillow, thinking she might catch a few minutes of sleep that she had lost last night with Jesse.
Unconsciously, her hand reached up to toy with the hickey at her pulse point. Jesse had a fascination with them. And with her neck. Or any part of her skin he could get a hold of and mark up. Beca smiled into the cushion her face was squashed into.
"Hey Bec—tired much?" It was Jesse.
"Little bit." She mumbled around a mouthful of pillow.
"No classes this morning?"
"Nope." She popped the P and hoisted herself into sitting position. "You?"
"Well… I'm supposed to have Biology…" He was hedging at something.
"But…?" Beca questioned.
"But I could blow it off and spend some time with you instead."
Beca mocked shock and clutched at her non-existent pearls. "You? Jesse? Blow off a class? No, I will not have it. Surely you are needed!"
Jesse smiled and laughed. "Pfft, Mrs Jones can do without me for a day. I'm sure she will miss my charming personality and dashing good looks, though."
"Oh yes," Beca nodded solemnly. "And your ability to be humble! You mustn't forget that."
"Oh, no. Of course not." Jesse agreed, just as solemnly. "Or my kissing ability."
"Mrs. Jones better not know about that!" Beca laughed as Jesse leaned into her, lips inches from hers. She closed her eyes as he got closer, feeling an unfamiliar throb in her chest. The merest whisper of a kiss sent her pulse pounding through her body. Within moments, she was pressed up against him, her hand playing on his stomach. His hand was knotted in her hair, pulling her close. Their mouths moved together, suckling, nipping and teasing each other. It was a while later before they pulled back.
"You want to go see a movie?" Jesse asked slightly breathlessly. "We've got some time."
Beca arched an eyebrow at him before relenting. "Sure, which movie?"
"Well let's go look, shall we?"
He grabbed his laptop from his room and sat opposite from her on the couch. She propped her feet up on his lap and snuggled down into the pillows as he read from the movie list.
"Okay, how about The Life of Pi?" He asked.
"I've read the book. No thanks."
"Okay…Oz the Great and Powerful?"
"Ugh, pass."
"Don't even know why I'm asking, but Warm Bodies?"
"Hell no."
"Argo?"
"Didn't you see it the other day?"
"Yeah. Benji and some of the other guys came with. It's very good. Ben Affleck is superb. You actually might like it."
Beca sighed a little and pushed herself up from the couch. "Alright, but if I fall asleep, leave me alone."
They arrived at the movie about ten minutes early. Beca was surprised that they were the only ones there.
"Don't people usually show up early for movies?" She whispered to Jesse. She still felt the need to be quiet, even though they were alone.
"Hmm," Jesse's eyes darted around the theatre looking for other people, but found no one. "Well, the movie has been out for a long time. I suppose there are only a few people who haven't seen it. They'll probably show up a bit later."
For the next ten minutes, they watched the commercials and previews. Jesse animatedly pointed out all the movies he wanted to see and even Beca had to admit that some of them looked interesting. She begrudgingly agreed to go to some of them with him. He sat back in his seat smugly. Beca eventually settled into his side, after pushing the armrest out of the way. Yay for armrests that lift up and get out of the way.
The movie started and Beca watched as people in vintage clothing and big glasses moved along the screen. She looked around and the theatre was still empty.
"Jesse." She hissed. "There's still no one here."
Jesse grimaced. "You're missing the movie."
Beca sighed and pointed at the empty room. "Look."
Jesse followed her gesture and shrugged. "I mean, it's been out a while and it's an early showing. Not the prime time to see a movie."
"I guess not." Beca wiggled closer to him and placed her hand on his chest.
"You're so warm." Jesse breathed in her ear.
She hummed happily and tried to pay attention to the plot. Eventually her mind wandered to the feeling of his skin beneath her hand. She had been unconsciously rubbing along his chest while watching the people on the screen. Now her hand drifted lower to stoke his stomach. A devilish idea struck up in her mind and she smiled to herself. Her hand lowered more still, and she could feel Jesse shift slightly. She kept her eyes on the movie and her face impassive.
Her fingertips were skating just around the edge of his pants and he grunted softly. "Beca, what are you doing?"
She didn't answer, but slowly slid her fingers under the hem of his pants and began to tease him through his boxers. Jesse whimpered a little bit and tried to put up a protest.
"Someone will see us…"
"There's no one in here but us."
"There's the guy running the film strip…"
"Then, I guess we're just going to have to be quiet."
Jesse groaned but did not complain. His breathing hitched as Beca pulled his pants and boxers out of the way. Without hesitation, she took him in her mouth. Jesse nearly choked on the yelp that escaped him. His hands went to her hair and gripped it as he tried not to yell or die on the spot. His hips moved of their own accord as Beca hummed around him and skillfully managed to get his attention away from the movie completely.
Beca was wet and she slowly moved one hand down and inside her pants. She had become much more comfortable with touching herself, and doing so now made her pant and moan around Jesse's cock. When he noticed her hand, he groaned and his head fell back against the seat. He pulled her up to him, kissing her and moving her into his lap. Somehow they managed to get her pants off and she was straddling him.
He arched his hips and Beca pulled his boxers farther down and out of the way. She reached underneath her and stroked him a few times before sliding a condom down his length. She looked into his eyes as his hands guided her down.
The feeling of him filling her was overwhelming and her head lolled backwards, and she moaned openly. Jesse held her hip with one hand and pulled her into his chest with the other hand on her back.
"Shh, you have to be quiet." He was enjoying this now, and Beca could hear it in his voice. But she didn't care enough.
His hips thrust up and she moaned, quieter than last time, but still too loudly. She buried her head in Jesse's neck to keep silent, busying her mouth on his throat and ear. His breathing was heavy in his ear and his moved into her. Her back arched hard as hid thumb brushed her clit. She put her hands back on the backrests of the seats behind her and used them as leverage. Jesse freed her of her shirt and bra, making sure they landed on the seat beside him and not on the floor.
His hands framed her pale body in the semi-darkness. He pinched her nipples and she stifled a yelp, arching against him like a cat. Her hands were growing slick with sweat, her grip on the seat less reliable. She pushed herself back towards him and he caught her effortlessly. She could tell he was close, and it was good because she wasn't going to last either.
As if he read her mind, his fingers moved back to her clit and his mouth moved to her pulse-point. Beca grabbed his shoulders and braced herself as the sensations hit her. She bit his shoulder as she held in the screams threatening to echo through the empty matinee. His own mouth was clamped to avoid excessive noise, his hips stuttering to a halt against her.
They sat there for a moment, panting the only sound in their ears, when reality started to fade back in. The sounds of the movie joined the sound of their breathing and Beca heard a man say "Argo fuck yourself."
Both she and Jesse burst into laughter and disentangled themselves from each other. They put their clothes on and Beca silently thanked Jesse for being thoughtful and making sure her stuff didn't fall on the soda-sticky floor. They kissed and attempted to try to watch the movie, but Jesse was no longer interested, and Beca never had been. They left the theater and walked back to Jesse's car.
When they arrived, Beca pulled Jesse up to his room and sank onto his bed. She snuggled up against him and quickly fell asleep.
She woke up later, the sound of a phone ringing through the room and no Jesse beside her. She opened her eyes blearily and reached blindly for the noisy device.
She brought the phone to her ear and mumbled groggily, "What year is it?"
"You… are not Jesse…" It was Wes, one of the Trebles.
"Were you expecting it to be Jesse?" Beca asked as she rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand.
"Well… yeah. It's his phone."
Beca took a peek at the phone in her hand. "Oh. Alright, what's up?"
"No one's heard from either of you all day. We all just wanted to make sure you hadn't dropped off the face of the earth. I think Amy and Chloe called your phone."
"That would explain the lack of Jesse. I better go save him." She peered at the clock beside Jesse's bed and got up and stretched. "We'll be down at the normal time."
"Kay. Bye."
"Thanks, Wes."
She hung up and yawned, hearing a voice in the hallway. Following the sound, she found an exasperated Jesse talking into a phone quietly. When he saw her, he visibly relaxed and held the phone out to Beca. She took it and listened to the ramblings coming from it.
"Once you two are done humping like dingoes in heat—"
"Jesus, Amy! We were sleeping. We'll be down in time, don't freak." She wrapped her arm around Jesse as she hung up. "Sorry about that. Come on, we've got twenty minutes. Let's get ready."
"Hey, its whatever. I'm going to have to get used to your friends anyway." Jesse smiled at her.
"Just wait until you meet Rachel." Beca laughed. Jesse's eyebrow rose and she explained. "My only friend from high school and trusted tattoo artist. Crazy, attractive, and sarcastic bitch like me."
"I can't wait to meet her."
They got dressed quickly as voices floated up from the living room. Beca could hear many people shuffling through to the back door and outside. She and Jesse joined the crowd and made their way to the Treble bus. Donald took his usual place at the wheel and they drove to Hibachi.
The inside of the restaurant was dimly lit and Beca felt a little too conscious of the fact that a majority of their group was wearing hoodies and jeans. The staff didn't seem to mind, however, and they were quickly seated at a huge table. The middle of it consisted of a large griddle, probably five or six square feet. It was surrounded by another foot of wood for the customers to use as the table.
A rotund Japanese man in a chef's hat came out with a cart. As he sharpened his knives, he made small talk and laughed loudly. "All one party? Good, good. We normally sit two or three parties together!" He laughed. "First off, who here is vegetarian?" Beca raised her hand as did Steven, another Treble. The cook laughed again and tossed a red chip in front of each of them. "That's how I know."
The man introduced himself as Daiki and began preparing vegetables. He cut them up very quickly, and Beca was very impressed. As was everyone else. Out of the corner of her eye, Beca could see Cynthia Rose and Aubrey staring in fascination. Daiki tossed vegetables and meat on the griddle and doused them in liquid from a bottle. Instantly, a burst of flame flew up, causing several of the Trebles to exclaim in "Whoa!" and "Jesus Christ" and one "God, I almost shit myself."
Beca laughed openly with the other girls, especially when Daiki began throwing out little shrimp for people to catch in their mouths. Donald and Jesse and Stacie were all successful in catching theirs, and almost everyone else refused. Amy, however, was still trying. She had already missed twice, and the second time a piece of shrimp bounced off her nose and landed in Benji's lap.
"You don't move." Daiki laughed. "I throw, you catch, but you no move."
Amy did as instructed and this time, Daiki threw the shrimp directly into her mouth. The table erupted into cheers and laughter and claps as Amy got up and bowed.
Beca had felt Jesse's eyes on her face for a while, when she turned to face him. She didn't expect the look on his face or the hand that crept up her thigh. He nodded his head towards the bathroom before slipping out of his chair and walking away. Beca waited for a few minutes before following him.
They met up in the hall outside the ladies bathroom and Beca made sure the way was clear before letting Jesse in. He immediately backed her into a stall and shut the door. He got down on his knees and pulled her pants and panties off and hung them on the hook. He hitched her knees up over his shoulders so her feet touched his back and her weight rested on him. Her back was pressed against the wall as he teased her.
He nuzzled her thighs and his tongue darted out to trace letters over her clit. His touch was bare and faint, and Beca whined softly. He settled her lower, hands on her hips and back, bringing her closer to his mouth. When she felt his tongue and lip's presence, she wanted to moan loudly. He pressed her tongue into her and suctioned his lips over her clit.
Beca's hands went to his hair and she sucked in a breath sharply. He moaned low and the vibrations made her squirm. Her hips gyrated and Jesse had to squeeze her waist lightly. She tensed as she tried to stop herself, only able to reign herself in a little. His hand left her hip and snaked down to her thighs. He moved his hand underneath her and pressed two fingers along her slit before sliding them inside her.
Her breathy moan was all the encouragement he needed. His hand moved quickly as his teeth grazed her clit. She tensed for one shining moment, her skin prickling and her fingers tightening like a vice in his hair, and then she drooped and grew limp. She nearly fell forward, but Jesse held her close and helped her to her feet. He gave her a moment to catch her breath before handing her clothes over and slipping out of the bathroom.
Beca collected herself, and redressed, thinking to herself how much she loved Jesse's mouth. And other things, of course. But that mouth.
"Do you think anyone noticed?" Beca asked as she sat back down.
"Not sure. One woman did give me a weird look, but I don't think she saw me come out of the bathroom."
Beca sighed in relief and kissed Jesse on the mouth. Then she looked around at the table. By the look on many of their faces, they hadn't been as sneaky as they thought.
"Your hair looks great." Amy called over to Jesse.
Beca looked at his hair and noticed it was sticking up at awkward angles due to her fingers running through it. Beca smoothed it back to normal, but she knew she wasn't fooling anyone.
They all piled onto the bus after lunch, sitting down and talking excitedly about the good food and great service.
"I forgot it was day time, though." Bumper said. "Why does it seem that all Asian restaurants keep their lights down so low?"
He and Unicycle and Lilly got into a conversation about that as Donald took the driver's seat once more and started them on their way. Beca and Jesse were sitting by him so they could give directions. As soon as he started beat-boxing, Lilly broke off from her conversation and joined him.
Jesse began singing along.
I'm at a payphone trying to call home,
all of my change I spent on you.
Where have the times gone
Baby, it's so wrong.
Where are the plans we made for two?
Beca smiled and joined in, causing everyone to stop except for Donald, Lilly, and Wes who was doing pedal notes.
I can't tell you what it really is,
I can only tell you what it feels like.
And right now, it's a steel knife in my windpipe.
I can't breathe, but I still fight while I can fight,
As long as the wrong feels right, it's like I'm in flight.
High off of love, drunk from my hate
It's like I'm huffin' paint and I love it, the more I suffer
I suffocate and right before I'm about to drown, she resuscitates me
She fuckin' hates me, and I love it
Wait, where you going? I'm leaving you, no, you ain't
Come back, we're running right back, here we go again
It's so insane, 'cause when it's going good, it's going great
I'm Superman with the wind at his back
She's Lois Lane but when it's bad, it's awful, I feel so ashamed
I snap, "Who's that dude?" I don't even know his name
I laid hands on her; I never stoop so low again
I guess I don't know my own strength.
With a wink and a nod, she cued everyone else and they came back in with a melody.
I'm at a payphone trying to call home,
all of my change I spent on you.
Where have the times gone
Baby, it's so wrong.
Where are the plans we made for two?
As they continued with the melody, Beca looked around at her friends. She smiled at Lilly and Donald as they matched each other in skill. She watched Wes jamming with Chloe as they bass pedaled together. Finally she looked at Jesse who was singing with utter joy in his eyes. She smiled and took his hand. She knew how she felt about him, but she didn't have to say it out loud all the time. Because he knew.
She rejoined the group and kept singing, just happy to be there with all of her friends and the guy that meant so much to her.
A/N: FIN! To those of you who haven't seen Argo, it's very good. All of the other movies I wrote off had nothing to do with my opinions of them, I simply hadn't seen them.
For the names of the Treble boys, I used the actor's names. There were very few Trebles with official names.
Hibachi is a steak house near where I live. It's pretty swanky.
This song was found on youtube. Go check it out. Love The Way You Lie/Payphone mashup.
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