Not the same (M)
He's amazed.
Amazed that his mother is such a bitch that she had done everything in her power to not have them move in with her in Europe.
Amazed that Dick is being so cool about this when he obviously knows that their father being on the run from the SEC is all his doing.
But mostly he's so amazed at how damn easy it is.
Setting Veronica on his dad's trail in the guise of wanting that slut bag gold digger out of his house had been piece of cake. The look on her face from seeing who Kendall had been fucking?
Icing.
It had set him back a few hundred sure but getting his trust fund opened and his lecherous father out of his hair had been well worth the price.
He's sitting in the pool house alone staring at his phone.
He wants to call her. To let her know what happened. That his friend had been fucking his step mom and now he was stuck with her while his dad got a tan on some island hide away.
To maybe just touch her and know she's real, and that things are finally working out for him.
To just have her around because the look of disgust on his mother's face at the idea of having him live with her, even thou he knew it'd be there, still fucking cut.
He wants to ask her to do something for him, something that involves her technical skills and not the maddeningly innocent body of hers but mostly he wants her to make this feeling of abandonment fade away like only she could manage.
"You okay?"
Looking up quickly he finds Mac standing in the doorway, short shorts and the sweater he'd left in her car.
She looks really rather good. Not meticulously put together like so many other girls he could name. There was nothing manufactured about how great she looks...it's so easy to remove the background of this horrible place and replace it with that island he's been looking at.
"What are yo-"
"Dick called me..." She interrupts, pushing away from the door to sit down next to him.
She leaves an ungodly amount of space between them.
Dick...
Did Dick do something good for him?
When he knew that this whole thing was a part of a larger plan? Maybe it's a peace offering. He's not nearly as dumb as he lets on. He has to know that he poisoned the beer supply.
He lets out a long sigh and decides that for now he doesn't even want to know why he did it.
He reaches out to touch her when she seems to just explode, "your mom is a bitch!"
He bites back a smile because the second the words push out of her she slaps her hands over her mouth.
She turns to him and some of the space between them disappears.
"Oh my god I'm sorry. I didn't..." She tells him her voice laced with worry her hands pulled only inches away from her mouth like she expects she'll have to have to slap a lid on it at any second, "I'm just so mad."
She is too.
Her cheeks have that red flushed quality that he loves and her entire body is tense and tight.
He pulls her hands away from her mouth.
"It's okay she is a bitch...it's not like I expected anything else from her." He tells her but the words feel wrong.
"Maybe not... But you wanted to be wrong... you should have been wrong." She says quietly more to herself than him and fuck, how did she do that?
How on earth does she know him like that?
He was always so careful maybe Dick had said something, maybe it just hung on him because the sting was fresh.
"For what it's worth..." She starts quietly staring down at the space on the couch between them, "I'm glad you didn't leave..."
She's glad he didn't leave.
Leave...he hadn't even considered the idea that he'd have to leave her behind.
She's all at once angry and relieved that his mother is a bitch and he loves her for it.
He reaches out and pulls her to him; she just flops against his chest, hands pressing hard into his back like she's trying to make sure he's real.
"I wouldn't leave you." He tells her, softly running a hand through her hair.
There's a long silent moment as the words sink in, there's a strange gravity to them, because he means it.
He's taking her with him, he doesn't care how selfish it is, how better off she'd be without him, how wrecked and ruined she might be at the end of it.
He wants her with him.
The Persephone to his Hades, he's taking her to hell with him and she doesn't even seem to mind.
"Good." She pulls back from him, her hands dropped to rest lazily at his hips and god he can feel every burning inch of her through his clothes like she's on fire.
"Good?"
The soft smile on her face twists into a smirk and it causes his heart to forget what it's doing.
"I'd follow you anyway..." Her voice is oddly firm and maybe it's actually true, "do you know how easy it is to get someone on the no fly list?" Her hands pull back to her lap, pulling slowly across his legs and God get it together Cassidy.
"How easy?" He asks and he's pretty sure that his voice flutters a little.
She shrugs, "ask your mother." She looks at her watch, "she should still be at the airport if you wan-"
The words dissolve into a soft little moan as he pulls her into his lap, his mouth on her neck seeking out that spot that makes her squirm.
"Cassidy..." His name is a breathless thing in her mouth as her fingers dig into his back, forcing her harder down into his lap.
His hands are pressing hard into her hips, too hard he's sure because she flinches under the pressure and the movement is confused by the digging of her fingers and the fact that she opens her legs more, her mouth against his ear, blows soft puffs of breath against him.
God he wants her.
His hands slide away from her hips, up under the sweater.
No shirt underneath. Just blissfully soft hot skin under his fingers and her body presses into his touch like she needs it, sending his heart on a stuttering pace.
Her hands drop from him to move between them and for a horrible moment he thinks she's going to push him away. That he's gone too far.
She undoes his belt instead.
Doing it in the pool house is special, right? They've at least been on a date now.
His hands make it to her breasts and a rough moan falls into the space between them and he's not even sure where the noise came from because she is wearing nothing under his sweater and with his face pressed into her shoulder he grabs her roughly and the next smothered noise is most definitely from her.
A low moan, small and accidental and her fingers fumble on his zipper.
She isn't exactly stacked which is probably why she hadn't bothered to wear a bra in the first place, he runs his fingers across the mounds of flesh blind until his fingers catch on her nipples.
He should be soft and gentle but his breathing is rough and her hands are so close to being filled with him and he's aching.
He's rough.
Pulling and pinching and he's fairly certain that this is one hundred percent groping.
Her fingers fall short of pulling him out of his unzipped pants. They grasp desperately for purchase, fingers twisting hard into the jeans and her moan is long and broken in his ear. He's only seen her come once before but she seems close, on the edge, the grasp of her fingers and the sound of her breath are burned into his memory and seem to match.
"Cassidy..." Her voice is lower than usual and if she could make it sound like that all of the time he would do anything she wanted whenever she wanted it.
"Uh huh..." He manages because her body is burning up, shaking a little and he wants to see her writhe beneath him, messy hair with flashes of red the sweater pushed up around her shoulders, her pants around her ankles just begging for him.
She doesn't say anything else, she slides off his lap carefully, her hands on his knees, dark blue eyes half lidded looking up at him.
He swallows hard as she pushes his legs open.
She's going to...
She is most certainly...
She removes him finally from his pants; her hot breath on him is the best.
"Are you sure..." He wishes he hadn't asked, he just wants her too.
She tentatively licks up the length of him, a hand wrapped tightly around the base and that's answer enough for him.
He feels oddly powerful, sitting on the couch, Mac lavishing his dick with a focused attention.
Her mouth finally wraps around him, sucking hard and holyfuck.
His hand grabs her hair, wrapping tightly around the bright red pulling her down hard around him.
The hand at his thigh, there to create some sort of support, grabs at him, fingers digging in. The flash of pain, her mouth and the feel of her swallowing nervously, against him is just too much.
He loses it, head fallen back, hips pressed hard against her mouth, hand pulling her down further.
The sound he makes is new, long, low and completely unchecked., wild sounding.
She's swallowing it, a reflex maybe or because he isn't really giving her a choice. He'll feel bad about it later, right now it's amazing.
His body feels boneless, thick and warm and his hand falls from her hair.
She pulls away, sitting back on her heels.
"So I did alright then I guess?" She asks with a smirk.
He nods doing up his pants watching her. She's not upset that he had practically manhandled her?
He leans forward and kisses her soft, slow and sweet.
The sound of someone clearing their throat pulls them away from each other searching out the source.
Dick is leaning against the door and it certainly isn't lost on him what's just happened here.
"I heard a weird noise but I guess your fine then hey..."
"Yeah..."
Mac stands and wipes her mouth her eyes narrowed at Dick. There's something there that he doesn't understand but Mac turns back to him a bright smile on her face. She leans down and kisses him.
"I have to get home anyway. You're okay?" She asks.
He nods and for this brief moment in time, with the heat of her mouth still lingering on him, that concerned look on her face it's true.
"Call me later." She tells him and walks out of the pool house pushing Dick easily to the side.
They watch her go and he wonders if she must know that but she doesn't look back.
He expects the moment she's out of view for Dick to lay into him, but all he does is sit down next to him on the couch.
Maybe Dick's trying to be mature about the whole 'both of them in love with Mac' thing.
Maybe he's just happy that he hadn't arrived sooner to see the owner of his heart giving his little brother head.
Whatever it is Dick just picks up the remote and turns on the TV.
They watch Supernatural in near silence and it's a nice change. He's never known Dick to really be quiet before.
Actually the more he thinks about it the more worrying it is.
"You okay?"
"You're going to be good to her, right?" Dick asks not looking away from the television.
"I love her."
"That's not the same thing..." Dick pushes away from the couch and leaves him alone in the pool house wondering when the hell his big brother got so insightful.