Chapter Two: CeCe/ Gunther

Summary: CeCe and Gunther are in complete denial of the obvious chemistry they have with each other. The tension (both sexual and otherwise) had been building for too long, and when the tension is finally released, things that no one ever thought possible happen.

Idea by: October'sLily510

"Ewww, I'm all sweaty!" Rocky says to me as we finish rehearsing the Easter special dance for Shake it Up Chicago for the tenth time today. "Me too! This has to be against some kind of law, I mean, we're all exhausted." I reply, sitting on the dance floor and trying to catch my breath. Gray calls out "Everybody take five," And sighs of relief are heard all around me. Rocky takes a seat beside me, and I lean my head on her shoulder. She suddenly lets out a squeal. "What?" I ask, looking around for the reason she screamed. "Look... it's Gunther, and he's all sweaty, and stuff," She says, nudging me. I move my head off of her shoulder, and push her over so she falls onto her back. "Ow!" She yells, rubbing the back of her head. "You deserved it! I told you I don't like Gunther!" Rocky has this crazy notion that I'm madly in love with Gunther. It's really stupid if you ask me. I can't even picture us together.

"You do like him, you just won't admit it," Rocky says, sighing and shaking her head as if it's a huge burden to her. I raise an eyebrow at her, then look over at Gunther. Wow, he really is sweaty. He looks over and sees me staring, and winks, then pulls off his shirt. Most of the guys in the studio have their shirts of now, grasping any open opportunity to show off their non-existent muscles. But Gunther is different. He actually does have muscles... He catches my eye again, and smirks at me, "Take a picture, it'll last longer," He yells from across the studio. A bunch of people turn around to see who he's talking to, and I tuck my chin into my neck, my face bright red. Rocky lets out an excited yelp, and I want to beat myself up for being so careless. Little exchanges like that between Gunther and I are meant to go unnoticed by her. But she caught us this time, and something told me she wasn't just going to let it go. "Ehmagod!" She squealed, grabbing me by the shoulders. "You like him, it's obvious!"

I sighed, and shook my head, going through the motions of this conversation for the billionth time this week. "I don't, Rocky, I swear." She folded her arms, and stared at me as if it was so obvious I was lying. "I do not like him." I told her again, enunciating each syllable. "Aw, you don't?" Came a voice from behind me. I whipped round and saw Gunther standing there, so close to me that if I moved at all, I'd be touching him. Thank the heavens that he had put his t-shirt back on. "I wasn't talking about you," I muttered, looking at my feet. I didn't trust myself to look into his eyes. Then I remembered - I'm CeCe Jones for fucks sake! I shouldn't be afraid to do anything. I looked away from my Converse and into his eyes. "I think you were," Interrupted Rocky. I turned around, giving her the death glare, and she shut up, and walked away. I turned back to Gunther, "So you don't like me?" He asked. "I do like you, but we were talking about something else..."

"What were you talking about?"

"Nosy, nosy," I told him, tapping his nose with my pointer finger. He grabbed my hand away from his nose, and laced his fingers with mine. I didn't protest. It felt kind of nice. "Tell me," He pleaded. "Ah, but then I'd have to kill you." I retorted. He laughed at me, "I'll take my chances."

"Well... okay, we were talking about you."

"About how you don't like me?"

"I do like you, but not in the way Rocky thinks."

"O... Kay? Explain?"

I took a deep breath, and it all came out in a rush. "Rocky thinks I like you, but not just as a friend, or frenemy or whatever, she thinks I like like you, and she's pretty sure you like me too, but that's crazy, right?" He didn't reply. "Right?" I asked again. Still no reply. I pulled my hand away from his grasp, and he didn't let go.

"Follow me," He ordered, tugging me along by my hand. And I followed, like a good dog. When we got to an unoccupied dressing room, he shut the door behind him, then turned to face me again. "What?" I asked, feeling a little self-conscious as he stared at me. "So... you think I don't like you as more than a friend?" He asked, taking a small step closer to me.I automatically took a step back, and he took another step towards me. We continued like that until my back hit a wall, and he stepped towards me again, looking amused. "Well do you like me?" I asked. Since we were so close together, I had to look up at him, and he had to look down at me. "Yes," I gasped. We'd never dared to ever speak of anything like this. Sure, we'd teased each other, blowing each other kisses when no one was looking, making jokes out of innuendos, and, my favorite, eating suggestive foods around him, like lollipops bananas, cherries, you know the sort... But we'd never actually tried to find out if we should go out together. Up until now, I was so sure I didn't like him at all. Well, maybe not one-hundred percent. Maybe ninety percent. No, eighty. Fifty? Twenty? I didn't even know anymore.

"CeCe, I just told you I like you, and you're not going to say anything?" Gunther's voice pulled me out of my thoughts.

"Oh... um..." I was so confused... "I - I have to go." I made a bolt for the door, and he got there before me, blocking my exit. I tried to step around him, and he stepped the same way, making escape impossible. "Let me through," I demanded, trying my best to look mad. I looked at my feet as the awkward silence pulsed through the room when he didn't reply. He pressed his fingertips under my chin, and lifted my head upwards so I was looking at him. He bit his lip, seeming unsure. Oh God. He wasn't going to... I mean he couldn't...

But he did.

He put both of his hands on wither side of my face, then leaned down towards me and pressed him lips to mine, and I relaxed immediately. All awkwardness I felt before had dissapeared, and I wasn't confused anymore. Of course I liked Gunther. It was so obvious, but I'd never dared to think about it before... He nibbled gently on my lower lip, and I moaned softly. He took advantage, and slid his tongue into my mouth. I moved my hands from down by my side and put them on his shoulders, pulling him closer to me. His tongue slid against mine, and I suddenly felt an overwhelming need for him. I grabbed the bottom of his t-shirt suddenly, and tried to pull it up off him without breaking the kiss. He pulled away from me, much to my frustration, and he smiled when he saw what I was trying to do. "CeCe, are you sure you want to do this?" He asked, bringing his lips back to mine before I could answer. I nodded my head shakily, and he pulled away again, and took his shirt off himself. I pulled him back to me, kissing him fervently. I didn't know how I'd gone this long without him.

His hands came to the button on my jeans, and he undid it with ease, then slid the zipper down. A knock on the door interrupted. Gunther and I jolted apart, and the knock came again. "CeCe?! You in there?" Came Deuce's voice. Deuce? What was he doing here?

I cleared my throat, trying not to sound annoyed. "Um, yeah, Deuce, I'm here," I reluctantly redid the button on my jeans as I spoke.

"Oh, well, are you still coming to Crusty's with the rest of us? We're leaving now. Shit! I'd completely forgotten! Me, Rocky, Deuce and Ty were going to Crusty's to celebrate Deuce's promotion. "Yeah, yeah, gimme a sec." I tried to say sorry to Gunther without actually saying anything, and he nodded in understanding. "Oh, and Tinka's wondering where Gunther is, do you know where he might be?" Oh no. "Um, no, no idea."

"Okay... Wait - who's dressing room is this?"

"I don't know," I replied absently, waiting for him to go away so Gunther and I could leave. Suddenly, he opened the door, and walked stopped dead in his tracks when he saw Gunther and I standing there. "Um... I thought you said you didn't know where Gunther was?" Gunther seemed too shocked to speak. "Um. Yeah, I... er... I'll explain later," I said, pushing past him out of the room. That would bring up some awkward conversation later.

The next day at school, Rocky followed me to the lockers asking all sorts of questions. Deuce had told almost everyone that he'd caught Gunther and I in a dressing room together, after I'd told him I didn't know where Gunther was. "What were you two doing in there?" Rocky asked for the billionth time today - and it was just eight thirty. "Rocky, I told you already, he was just showing me how to do this dance move,"

"Uh - huh," Rocky said, not believing me.

"I'm serious!"

"Uh-huh," She said again. I groaned in exasperation, and marched off to the lockers. When I got there, Deuce was standing there grinning at me like mad. "Hey, CeCe... have fun with Gunther yesterday?"

"No!"

"It looked like you were in the middle of something..."

"We weren't!"

"Riiiight..."

"Shut up, Deuce," I muttered, shoving past him to get to my locker. As I was stuffing my books in, I heard Deuce sigh and walk off. Good. I turned around, and Rocky had dissapeared as well. Huh. That's weird. I started to pull out my Calculus books, and I suddenly felt someone literally breathing down my neck. I shivered a little, then scowled. "Deuce, if you don't back away from me in the next ten seconds, I swear-"

"It's not Deuce," Came a familiar voice. I sighed in relief (wow, relieved to see Gunther?) And turned around to face him. "Hi." I said lamely. "Hi? Is that it?" He asked me, looking kind of amused. I turned back around to my locker. It was safer to focus on my books that to look into his eyes. "Yeah. What did you expect?"

"Well... don't you want to talk about what happened yesterday?" I blew upwards into my fringe. "I have better things to do than talk to you about my feelings,"

"Ouch," He said, grimacing slightly. Truth be told - I wasn't sure about what happened yesterday. I mean, what was that? It had kept me up all night, trying to figure out whether it meant something to him, or he was just trying to get into my pants. I decided to save myself the embarrassment of letting myself believe what he felt towards me was anything other that lust. Even though he'd said he did like me, I was just sure it was in the heat of the moment... "Yeah, so you're off the hook, okay? I get it, you just ... wanted me for the contents of my pants. But Gunther, you're gonna have to find some other girl to use, 'cus I nearly fell for it, and it's never happening again." I said all this with my back still turned to him, I was still facing my locker. He grabbed my shoulder and turned me around so quickly I nearly fell over.

"Do you honestly believe I only said I liked you because I wanted sex?" He looked hurt that I thought so little of him. I didn't know what to say. If I said yes, it would hurt him even more. If I said no, it would be a lie. "Yes," I muttered, tearing my eyes from his and staring at my sneakers. He put a finger underneath my chin and lifted my head to look at him. I re-focused on his eyes, and I just ... knew I was being stupid.

Gunther loved me, it wasn't just a crush. I definitely wasn't just lust. A tear found it's way down my cheek, and I reached up to rub it away with the back of my sleeve. "I love you," He whispered. The hallway was silent now. Class had started ten minutes ago. I'd realized he loved me a few seconds ago, but to hear someone actually tell me they love me... it was amazing. I took a deep breath, not speaking. He didn't speak either. We stared into each others eyes for at least half a second straight. You couldn't cut the tension with a knife... you'd probably need an axe, or something.

I was the one who started it.

I suddenly pulled his head towards mine, I had to stand on my toes to get his lips to meet mine. I smiled slightly into the kiss as I remembered that this was what I'd be doing for a while now... I hoped. He placed both his hands on the backs of my thighs, and lifted me up so I could wrap my legs around his waist. Much better. There were no words to describe how I was feeling. I couldn't get enough. I wanted more. I felt him start to move slowly, but I wasn't paying attention to where he was going. He could've been bringing us into a classroom for us to make-out on the teachers desk. As long as I was with him, did it really matter?

No, it didn't.

My hands tangled into his hair, and his hands were under the back of my top, tracing random patterns along my back. I shivered a little, and his tongue slid against mine a little more frantically. I ground my hips into his, and I could feel his erection against my thigh. I smiled against his lips, happy that I'd been able to do that to him. He suddenly stopped moving, and I briefly - very briefly- wondered where we were, but I didn't care enough to pull away and check. He lowered his lips to my neck, and I closed my eyes and sighed. It felt so damn good. I heard the sound of a door shutting, and I was surprised enough to look up. I knew this place well. This was were I came when I didn't feel like talking to anyone or needed to hide, or didn't feel like going to class. The school supply closet. It was kind of bid, and, because of my other trips here and how much time I spent in the place, I'd made it homely. There was an inflatable couch in the corner, some cans of Coke in the mini fridge that was here when I started visiting this place, and a few blankets on the carpeted floor. I very, very unwillingly untangled myself from Gunther, and he put me down so I was standing on my feet. He looked around, then his gaze landed on me, probably wondering why the supply closet looked like a small house. I shrugged. I'd explain later.

I smiled mischeiviously, and approached him slowly. When I was standing right next to him, I brought my hands up to the top button on his shirt. He saw what I was doing, and laughed quietly. I frowned. Here I was, trying to be all seductive, and he starts laughing at me. I brought my hand down south and stroked along where his erection was straining against his jeans. He stopped laughing and moaned quietly. That was better. I un-buttoned his shirt in record time, and tossed it somewhere into the room. My top soon followed, as did his jeans, then mine. Until I was in my bra and underwear, and he was in his boxers. Our lips never left each others, and the kissing got more and more intense as each second passed.

I blushed as I looked down at my plain pink bra, and my underwear that said 'Vegas, baby.' on the front. I mentally kicked myself for not wearing something sexier. But then again, how was I to know this would be happening? "You look hot," Gunther remarked, noticing that I was embarrassed. I looked at him, in nothing but his boxers, and I felt a rush of heat going downwards. "Um.. thanks," I muttered, pulling him back to me. As we kissed, he toyed with the clasp of my bra, trying to undo it. "How do you do undo this thing?" He growled, suddenly frustrated. I laughed. "Practice, baby. Years, and years of practice." I reached behind my back and unclasped it myself. It fell loose on my shoulders, then Gunther pulled it away completely. He moaned loudly when he felt my breasts against his bare chest, and I ground my hips harder into his erection, which was still covered by his boxers.

I toyed with the hem of his boxers, then pulled my lips away from his and knelt on the ground. I palmed his crotch slowly through his boxers, and his hips bucked wildly into my hand. I grinned, and palmed his harder, and heard him moan. He suddenly pulled my hand away, and I stared at him. "Did I do something wrong?"

"Oh, hell no. I'm just concentrating on not cumming in my pants," I stared at him in disbelief. "Really?" He nodded frantically, still holding my hands, "Really." I grinned, extremely proud of what I'd accomplished, and stood up. I sat down on the make-shift bed I'd made out of a ton of blankets, and he joined me. He stared at me for a while, and I started to get a little self-conscious. "CeCe, you're beautiful, you know that?" I scoffed. "Corny, much?" But it was great to hear it, all the same. He pushed me down gently so I was lying on my back, and he kissed my neck softly, moving lower down with each kiss. When he got to the tops of my breasts, I gasped, and I felt him smile. He sucked a nipple into his mouth, and I moaned and arched my back sharply. "Oh.. G-Gunther," I moaned, not able to think of anything else. He moved his lips away from my breasts far too soon, and I groaned as he flicked his tongue in and out of my belly button. He came to the top of my panties, and looked at me as if asking for permission. "I want to do this. I swear. Go ahead," He nodded, and removed my underwear slowly, until they were around my ankles, then he tossed them away.

I sat up, and yanked his boxers down, and started to laugh. I probably shouldn't have, but I just had to. He looked curious, and I was glad he hadn't taken my laughter when I sawhim fully naked for something else. "What?" He asked, sitting on the bed beside me. "Nothing, Gunther... okay well, it's something, I'm sorry, but there's no way that" -I pointed at his erection- "Is going to fit," He sighed and shook his head, "CeCe, people have been doing this for centuries, I'm sure there's a way."

"Yeah, but-"

"But nothing."

"Gunther, it's hard enough using more than two fing-" I stopped abruptly as I realized that I was about to tell Gunther that I masturbated. He stared at me. "What were you about to say?"

"Nothing, nothing,"

"It has to be something,"

"It's not!"

"Did you just say you..."

"Shut up!"

"You masturbate?"

"Shut up, shut up, shut up!" I screamed, nearly dying from embarrassment. He smirked at me. "It's nothing to be embarrassed about,"

"I know, whatever," He didn't say anything for a while, and I refused to look at him. I felt his hands on my thighs, and he spread my legs gently and quickly, and unexpectedly, thrust a finger into me. I arched my back. "Oh God!" I moaned. He pulled his finger out of me, and thrust back into me again, his thumb hitting my clit with each thrust. I moaned loudly each time, and I could feel his confidence increasing as he thrust another finger into me. "Fuck!" I moaned. I could practically see stars. "Do you like that?" He asked huskily, increasing his speed. I nodded quickly, unable to speak. He suddenly stopped, and before I could say anything, I felt his dick at my entrance. "CeCe... it might hurt a little,"

"Gunther, what's going to hurt even more if if you don't get inside me in the next five seconds!"

He gave me a mock salute, and thrust into me quickly, pulling out and then repeating again. I actually couldn't feel any pain. Just insane pleasure. He was hitting me in places I didn't even know existed. "CeCe," He gasped, panting. I arched my back towards him, and he thrust faster. With all that was going on, I was surprised I remembered anything. But, none the less, something I'd read in Cosmo flashed into my head. I clenched the muscles down there repeatedly, and he. Went. Wild.

I mean, damn! He started thrusting into me faster, and I literally could see stars. He bent down and carresed one breast with one hand, and sucked the nipple of the other. "G-Gunther..." I gasped loudly. I didn't even care if anyone that passed by the closet might hear us anymore. Gunther was way past speaking. I came before he did, digging my nails into his back, and moaning his name over and over, and my orgasm soon triggered his. He groaned and I could feel his come inside of me. I shut my eyes and enjoyed the moment. His thrusts slowed, and every time he thrust into me, I moaned softly.

I was exhausted, but satisfied. He stopped his thrusts gradually, then flopped down onto the makeshift bed beside me.

"So.." He began, looking over at me. "Where do you wanna go on our first date?"

This was MUCH longer than I'd expected, but it was a good idea, so there you go. I'll probably do a gay or lesbian pairing next, maybe even multiple sex partners or that sort of thing.