Plausible deniability (m)
Beaver is sticking a little more than he'd like, but Dick keeps calling him Cass and Mac always calls him Cassidy and maybe that's enough.
To make the name really die, he's pretty sure he has to get into a fist fight in front of everyone, and he'd hate to have Beaver replaced with Glass Jaw or something.
He's only ever fought with Dick before and that was like eighty percent psychological and twenty percent stamina.
So yeah...
He'll take what he can get.
"So are you ever going to introduce us to your girlfriend?" Hart asks, leaning across the lab station.
"Yeah, we don't bite...unless she wants us to..." Graham's smile is large and letcherous. Fuck, if they knew exactly why there was a large wall between them and Mac they'd be sick.
He doesn't trust them not to talk about how he used to blow shit up for them, before he got a girlfriend and had better things to do. Mac is too smart to have that piece of information rolling around in her head. Too close to Veronica not to offer him up, to help her, if she asks about explosives.
He's not sure he could get out of the country fast enough.
"I'm sorry guys... We have better things to do with our time together than to play a campaign in your basement and listen to your parents get a divorce."
"They're not getting a divorce." Graham's smile drops and he just shakes his head.
He's seen, God, how many pre-divorce fights now? He knows the signs and Mr. And Mrs. Graham are showing a lot of them, they are one argument about that slut secretary away from trying to decide who gets to keep the house and who's stuck with Graham.
"So, seriously Cass, when do we get to actually speak with her?"
"Why do you want to speak with her?" The whole idea gives him an ulcer, it's bad enough that Mac occasionally speaks to Logan and Dick.
Hart shrugs, twisting the knob on the gas higher and lower causing the flame to dance under the beaker.
"It'd be nice to see what's so great about her that we haven't seen you outside of school in months."
"I can tell you what's so great about her..." Graham mimes a blowjob and he can feel his skin get hot at the memory of her hot mouth around him.
They must expect some sort of bravado-filled, none of your business bullshit, but his blushing silence is far more telling and Hart's fingers slip off the knob, killing the flame entirely.
"No fucking way."
"They've been together like five months, that's like ten years in teenage years." Graham offers but both boys are oddly quiet, "so... Um... How was it...she...it...I mean not that I haven't had one before."
No one, in the world, would believe that Graham has had his dick in someone's mouth. Then again, no one would have believed that he lost his v-card pre Mac...other than Mac, but she wanted to have sex with him so it must not be so hard to imagine that someone else would.
"It feels..." Both boys lean in and he notices then that the entire room has gotten awfully quiet, "like it's none of your business."
"So you haven't fucked your senior yet, Beav?" Kelly asks what the room is thinking and he tries to think of the worst way to teach Kelly a lesson, he's sure he could think of plenty of things to do with that baseball bat he loves so much.
"I'll tell, if you tell Travis how badly you want to fuck him." He throws a look across the room at Travis, the tall, brunette catcher for the Pirates baseball team, " I mean... He's already catching all those balls, it can't be that hard to convince him to receive your dick instead."
He must be channelling Dick, something awful. He's fairly certain if this conversation would have happened last year he'd have took it with a sardonic wit, but he almost wants a fight.
Something to burn in his blood, and make him feel alive like only the splash of blood and smell of Mac can do.
The room bursts into chaos at that, and hopefully all rumors regarding Mac's virtue have been cut off at the pass.
He makes it all the way to lunch without getting a black eye from Kelly, so he'll chalk this under the win column.
While he was busy trying to not come to bodily harm and dodge Hart and Graham's questions about Mac, Veronica and Duncan had broken up in a very public manner.
Which meant that instead of just a casual happy conversation about movies and where to go on their next date, Mac was on girlfriend duty.
So he's stuck eating with Logan, Dick and Casey.
Joy.
"Oh? He graces us with his presence today?" Dick raises an eyebrow and makes to steal a fry from his plate.
"Mac's on 'best friend break up duty', I guess." He shrugs and tries not to look at Logan, but it's practically impossible. He wonders briefly if he feels like Veronica is getting what she deserved.
He hopes she spirals, that it will keep her nose in her own God damn business for a while.
"So... How was New Year's?" Logan asks, a smirk pushing into his distracted features.
He shrugs, it's been weeks since New Year's, why are they bringing it up now? Unless this is the only time they've really seen him without Mac...which is possible...
Dick's seen him without Mac, but while they are definitely better on the whole 'both in love with her' front now that Dick's gotten laid, its not really a topic either venture into willingly.
"It was good..."
"I can imagine it would have been better than good...word is your girlfriend is quite the minx."
"What? Who says..." He looks at Dick who simply shrugs in return.
"What? It's true."
"How the fuck would you know?" He asks and his tongue is about to turn into acid when Dick lifts his hands in surrender.
"Dude the house fucking echoes... You think I can't hear you? The thing is, I hear a lot more of you than her. Never pegged you for the selfish type, Cass." Dick shrugs again like this is the most normal conversation in the world.
He can feel his skin get hot and tight, he isn't selfish...he bought her a fucking island for Christ sakes...just because...he hasn't...
"It's okay, Cass. Some girls like to give more than receive." Logan offers only for Casey to let out a bark of laughter.
"What girls? Please point me in their direction."
The conversation devolves into a shockingly in-depth discussion about which girls in school have been known to give without taking. He's disappointed to learn that none are names Mandy, but all he can think about is whether or not he's living up to his end of their relationship.
If Mac keeps expecting him to...
He's pretty much useless the rest of the day, his head is this weird mix of blood red hair and gasping moans, and what the fuck is he even supposed to do down there...
Dick knows...he knows Dick knows; has heard way too many stories, on both sides, about his brother.
Dick was like this vast library of sexual knowledge, and he had had his card revoked the moment he had kissed Mac outside of his house.
Maybe he should have just let her think he was a virgin so that she would expect scared, nervous fumbling rather than any sort of knowledge or skill.
She's leaning against his car when he gets out of last period, he honestly doesn't remember what class it was.
"Hey." He leans in to kiss her, and is lost for a moment in the taste of her lip gloss, the sexual thoughts that had flooded his mind all afternoon disappear, everything melting into fantasies of a lifetime with her; just peaceful, calm and far, far away from here.
He pulls back from her and offers her a ride home. He can see her car on the far side of the parking lot, but he offers anyway.
With a soft smile and disbelieving shake of her head, she rounds the car to get in the passenger seat.
"So something strange happened to me today." She tells him as he starts his car.
"Oh? Did Veronica turn back into a normal girl? I imagine that would be quite strange for you... Did she forsake her Philip Marlowe ways in the name of love?" He eyes her and she is just looking at him, in silence, an eyebrow raised like she wonders how long he could go on for. He stops before she decides they need to have a talk about respect.
"No... Some junior came up to me today and asked if I was free on Thursday..."
"What?" He turns to look at her, while stopped at a red light. Who would do that? Who could possibly not know that she was dating him? That they were together. The entire junior class had to think that they were together in a biblical sense after today.
She didn't look upset or confused, she just looked kind of amused.
"Who asked you out?" He asked, and they were both surprised by the hard heat to the question.
She reaches out to push hair out of his eyes, "The light's changed." She tells him softly, and startled he starts off again.
"Who was it?" He asks again, a softer question this time.
"A kid named Hart asked if I'd roleplay on Thursday."
"Hart! That son of a bitch-" going behind his back like that. There was a very good reason he kept everyone in his life in separate compartments, it was bad enough that Mac kept spilling over into other boxes, this separation could keep him out of prison.
"You're not ashamed of me, are you?" She asks and it echoes the nervous question she had asked months ago about his family.
"You? No. Them? Absolutely."
Her laughter fills up the car and wraps around him, God it feels good.
He stops the car and her laughter comes to a slow stop, "Cassidy?"
"Uh huh?"
"You were supposed to take me home." The words are firm, but she's biting back a smile.
"I didn't say whose home." He leans across the car, plants a quick kiss against her cheek and gets out.
He stands in the doorway waiting for her to get out of the car;, she shakes her head to herself but gets out.
"So this is how it is now? You just assume I want to spend time with you instead of working on my history essay?"
"You do right?"
He smiles nervously and holds out a hand for her. Her hand lingers in the air above his hand for a painful moment before she concedes and takes it.
He pulls her into the house, closes the door behind them and leads her upstairs.
"Well aren't you brazen today." Her voice is soft and nervous; when he looks back at her, a beautiful flush has spread across her face.
Dick's bedroom door is open, across the hall as he pushes her gently into the room. He can see Dick sitting on the floor by his bed, a controller in one hand.
He's looking straight into him and he hates it more than a little bit, its like he can see every scared, nervous piece of him and takes power in it.
A smirk pushes across his face darkly and he puts two fingers to his mouth. Cassidy flips him off before he manages to even get his tongue between them.
Mac is sitting on the edge of his bed, her eyes glued to the text message she's crafting, her brown and blood hair falling down into her face.
"What are you doing?" He asks, leaning back against the door.
"Nope." She shakes her head and puts her phone face down on his nightstand.
"Nope?"
"Plausible deniability."
She is absolutely serious and it's possibly one of the cutest things he's ever seen. She's trying to protect him from the law?
"Are you being a bad girl?" He asks and a darkness has crept into his voice that flushes her skin again. God she does like it when he's bad, doesn't she?
"Maybe..." She wets her lips, and when he looks back up at her eyes they are darker than they had been, "you going to do something about it?"
The dark depth of her words pulls his blood south like a magnet, any faster and he'd be light headed.
He sits down next to her on the bed and the comforter is sinking, he wants to pull her down into it, to have her beneath him, eyes dark and piercing right into him as he sank into her; wants to watch her fall apart.
Selfish
The word rings in his head, a sharp peal of sound in Dick's voice that cools his blood a little.
She leans into him and presses her mouth, hot and hard, against his, biting for access, her fingers dig into his skin and hurt in the best way.
He pulls away from her, "You shouldn't be a bad girl if you don't want to be punished." He can't believe that the words had managed to come out clearly when he was sure they would come out in a stuttering, awkward mess.
He had thought about how that particular phrase would work more than once and always alone. How she might bend over his lap, eager for punishment, how the little yelps of pain as his hand came down would shift into that gasping moaning thing she did. How wet and red she'd be, begging for him to fill her...
Of course other times it went the absolute opposite way and he was left alone nursing a red handprint on his face.
Turns out it goes well, her fingers curl into him, painful, telling points of contact and her breath hitching in his ear.
"What are you going to do..." Her voice quakes with what sounds like honest to God excitement, he hit the fucking jackpot with her.
Selfish
Comes blasting across his brain as her teeth graze his neck, causing the strain in his pants to worsen.
He pushes her down onto his bed and she bites back the most adorable, nervous giggle he's ever heard.
She's playing a role and it's sliding out of place, he can see her eyes shift quickly between scared, nervous and fucking eager.
He wants to tell her that she doesn't need to play for him, that he wants all of her, right to the core of her insecure nerd heart, but maybe they both know that he needs a little bit of help in this department.
"Tell me something bad..." He almost growls as he leans over her, watching her squirm under him is a powerful feeling and she's biting her lip, looking into him.
He wonders if she can see how broken he is inside as he presses a knee between hers and slides her legs apart, praising God for skirts.
"I hacked into the school computers last year and sent that purity test to everyone."
He searches her face for a tell but she's wide open, honest, for him.
"Why?"
"My car was a piece of shit." She offers and it's better than any vindictive plot he could imagine, she had destroyed so many people just to fund a new car.
"Fuck you're great." He slides a hand up her leg into her skirt; her skin is so hot as he searches for her underwear. Hot and wet against his fingers as he finally makes contact.
She gasps softly in his ear as he pushes the fabric aside and slides a finger into her.
"Cass..." She gasps, her fingers pressing hard into him.
Selfish
He kisses her hard and her teeth and hard into his lip as he slides another finger into her.
Pulling away, he looks down at her. She's a gasping mess and he wonders how much further he could push her, if he could drive her into some crazed, thoughtless, all instinct place.
He runs his tongue over his lip and moves down her body, pushing her shirt up with one hand and biting at the flesh exposed.
The moan it creates is loud and he knows that Dick, with his bedroom door open, will hear it. Wonders if it strikes at the core of him too. He repeats the action until he pulls his fingers out of her;, she makes the best frustrated groan in the back of her throat.
He drops to the floor and pulls her legs off the bed.
"What are you doing?" She asks breathlessly, popping up onto her elbows to watch him.
"Punishing you." He tells her simply, pulling her underwear down her legs and tossing them to the side.
"Cassidy..."
He pushes the skirt up and is frozen. It's not like he's surprised about what a vagina looks like or anything it's just...yep...there it is...
No
Fuck.
Focus.
He pulls up the image of her bent over his lap, begging for him, the image of her breaking into the Sinclair's in those little fucking pajama shorts, of the blackout stick she had made him for Christmas.
Digging his fingers into her leg he presses his tongue against her, running up the wet slit where his fingers had been only moments before.
She squirms under him, her hands grabbing onto his comforter, her breathing changing back to the uneven desperate rhythm.
He tries to hold on tight to bad Cindy in his mind, but his stomach is this sickeningly, bottomless thing.
He presses his tongue against her again, harder; it slips inside her, her body pressing up against him of its own accord.
A thickly satisfied sound falls from her mouth and spurs him on, trying to touch as much of her hot, wet, soft insides as he can.
It's an inexperienced, clumsy thing, he's sure of it, but she is a gasping wet mess for him anyway. He slides his fingers back in pressing his tongue in the hard quick stokes against her that cause that deep animal noise.
He twists his fingers in her and is rewarded by a different noise, and the arch of her back, a moan broken in two and the rush of wet against his fingers, her body clamping down hard against his fingers. Fuck she is going to feel bloody fucking amazing once he manages to actually get his dick inside her.
He licks her clean, it only seems fair since he hadn't given her much choice in the matter when the roles had been reversed.
He stands on shaking legs, blood slowly returning to his extremities, pulls her skirt back down and lies on the bed next to her; watching her come slowly back to the real world. She reaches out and slides her hand into his, a slow soft smile across her face.
"I like you." She tells him quietly.
"Good, cause I really like you, too." He wonders if she can feel how much more than like he actually means. She doesn't say anything about it, just leans toward him and kisses him softly.
She's good Cindy again and he doesn't mind at all because he loves that part of her, too. The part that's sweet and kind and tries to use her powers for good.
He'd help her save the world if he could, but everything in him cries out villain. You can't really go back from what he's done without some sort of apocalypse and he knows the worst part about it is that he doesn't feel the slightest bit bad for it.
"So I was thinking..."
"Oh no."
She slaps him lightly, on the chest, but all of her movements seem to be thick and slow.
He did that.
"I was thinking about Thursday..."
"You were? You're not supposed to be thinking about anything other than how much you want me. Man, I'll need to work on that." He rolls onto his side to look at her.
"I think I can deal with that..." She tells him quietly, a smirk pulling across her face that he loves, "but yeah...Thursday."
"Please tell me you do not want to play D&D in Graham's basement..."
She shrugs, "I guess I could go without you...learn all about what you used to do before we met, all those embarrassing stories just waiting to be unleashed."
"God, fine we can go." He sighs, falling back onto his back away from her, staring at the ceiling and wondering what he did to deserve this...oh yeah...right...
"I'll make it up to you." She tells him darkly, swinging a leg over him, resting heavy against his the slight strain in his pants.
Blood was returning to the rest of his body in a maddening hurry, but Mac was trying to pull it all back; her hot fingers working on the fly of his jeans.
There's a heavy knock on the door before it opens. The time between the knock and the opening of the door is minimal, and Dick is standing there with a slight flush that is horribly obvious in his normally unblushing pallor.
"Dick, we're kind of busy." Mac tells him in a growl and he watches Dick's eyes dart to the floor where he's sure he tossed her underwear.
"Ronnie called the house for you...in her words exactly, I don't care if she's in the middle of a mind-blowing threesome, she promised. I told her that couldn't be the case because obviously if you guys were going to have a three way I'd be the third party, and no one would be available to answer the phone." He rolls his eyes at them, but the way he's looking at them on the bed is telling, at least to him anyway.
"Oh shit!" She yelps and moves quickly from the bed, grabbing her phone and his keys off the table, "I'll be back with your car later!" She tells him and runs out of the house.
They stay stuck there for a moment, looking at each other, both glad that she hadn't pulled him out of his pants yet.
"I didn't mean you needed to return the favor today, man, but good job by the sounds of it." He pulls a coffee mug from behind his back and tosses it onto the bed.
Confused, Cassidy picks it up, pushing himself into a seated position.
Little brothers first muff dive
He looks up from the mug, "Seriously?"
Dick shrugs, "I had it made special," Dick turns and starts down the hall, his voice loud, "What do you want for dinner? Cho's again?"
He just can't stop staring at the mug...is it some sort of peace offering? That the weirdness between them from Mac is finally over.
He picks up Mac's underwear and stuffs them into the bug out bag in the back of his closet before he rushes downstairs to stop Dick from ordering pizza for the fourth time that week.