Grad Night

He's looking down at the bed, its covered in little piles of stuff. Condoms, toothbrushes, change of clothes, a change of clothes for Mac, Dick and himself, about ten thousand dollars in manageable bills, his gun, ammo and his muff dive mug lay scattered across the bedspread.

"That's not all going to fit in there." Dick tells him again, poking at the old nylon duffel.

Dick is red in the face and in only his underwear.

He wishes he would wear more, its distracting because he's sure they have enough time to do things before Mac stops by to drop off her bag on her way to the grad ceremony.

He's sure that Dick knows exactly how distracting he's being because he lounges on the bed next to the piles of stuff, just an expanse of hot, inviting skin.

They only ever fool around when Mac's here. He's not sure if it's a rule or not, but they only ever seriously fool around when she can watch.

She loves it, Dick thrives on an audience and he welcomes the power Dick gladly hands over to his younger, smaller brother.

Dick still sleeps in his bed. He doesn't even start in his own anymore and random clothing litters the floor because of it. It's hard not to fuck him. Mac always stops him right before they hit that line no matter how much Dick begs for it, and fuck who knew the boy could beg like that.

Tonight.

She promised tonight. They wouldn't be losing their v-card together, but she wanted something special for them both.

Dick yawns as he rolls onto his stomach and occupies himself with playing with the bra on the Mac pile.

"How did you get her bra?"

"I bought it."

"How do you know what size?"

"I've had my hands in her clothes for months, I have a good memory. Do you know what to do tonight?"

Dick drops the bra and turns to smirk at Cassidy.

"I mean if things go to shit."

"Oh." Dick looks instantly worried, "yeah, I remember."

"It's going to be alright, Dick."

He folds Dick's clothes to stuff in the duffle and watches out of the corner of his eye as Dick turns and sits on the edge of the bed, leaning forward on his knees.

"It's going to be okay, Dick, I got this." He checks the chamber of his gun and packs it in the bag. He walks past Dick to grab the jump drive he got from Mac and slides it into his pocket.

On his way back, Dick grabs a hold of him and pulls him down onto the floor in front of him.

"I'm worried." He tells him again and Christ it's dark in his eyes, he can see it.

"You know what's going to happen tonight?" Cassidy tells him, pushing his blonde hair out of his face, "We are going to a party and after that we're going to have so much sex even you will pass ou-" Dick's mouth presses against his own before he can finish the sentence, the kiss is deep and slow. Dick's scared; he can practically taste the fear on his tongue as it slides across his own. Cassidy returns the kiss, turning it hard and confident, hot. He's not sure he really feels confident that nothing will happen, that it will just be a great night of sex and company with the people he loves, but Dick needs to think he does. He forces Dick back and revels in the moan he makes as he climbs onto him.

"Are you guys going to me making out every time I come over?" Mac tosses her bag to the floor.

Cassidy removes himself from Dick and goes to retrieve her bag, eyeing the bed to ensure that anything incriminating has already been packed.

"You love it." Dick tells her, popping up on his elbows; his erection is insanely obvious, tenting his underwear.

She just smirks and turns to leave. She pauses, her hand still on the door jam. She peeks back in.

"Don't fuck without me." She tells them pointedly.

"How do you know we haven't already?" Dick asks from the bed.

"Have you?" She asks, her voice dark, demanding, and sending his blood rushing away from his brain.

"No." They reply.

She nods in response and disappears. He waits until they hear her car speed off before he opens her bag.

"Oh sweet." He pulls out the black silk and lace number from Valentine's and tosses it at Dick, where it lands squarely on his tented underwear.

He's fairly certain it will end up there again during the course of the night.

If they had to go through with the contingency plan, he hoped that it would be until Dick got to see Mac in that, she loved fucking amazing in it, that it wouldn't be before they could all be together in a mess of moaning and hot skin.

Dick picks up the little top and smiles at him, the smile is bright and God he knows he couldn't live without it anymore.

Without him.

"Come on, we got to get this stuff over to the hotel if you want to make the graduation ceremony and junk." Dick pushes himself off the bed and pulls some clothes off the floor.

Watching Dick dress is, maybe, better than watching him undress. There was something so showy and even a little vulgar about the way his brother took off clothes, but putting them on wasn't like that. It was unguarded and untainted with his natural showmanship. It was something the people he slept with were usually not awake to see and it felt like he was allowing him a piece of himself.

"You know if something happens, I'll come for you, right?"

Dick looks over at him, his shirt half on, his hair sticking up at an odd angle, his smile fading at the seriousness in his tone.

"I know. I love you, too, pervert." He tugs his shirt down and pulls his jeans up.

"Pervert? You're the pervert."

Dick just looks at him and raises an eyebrow.

Okay they're both perverts, it just took him a little longer to come into his own. He tosses Mac's bag at him and pulls his own over his shoulder.

It's not exactly light, but he'll need this if things go south. The plane is already ready, turns out that Dick's obsessive crush on that flight instructor a couple years back is finally going to come in handy.

"Ugh, Corny keeps calling me Cindy." Mac grumbled before tossing back her beer.

"You knew Clemmons was going to call your name, I don't know why you're so surprised."

She's been complaining about people calling her Cindy since they met back up. They are drinking a little and holding hands, biding their time until it's respectable to disappear upstairs without cat calls.

They've passed by Dick twice, lingering a little longer each time.

"Hey Cindy!" A brunette girl calls from the other side of the room, he thinks her name might be Kelly, he thinks he might have seen her walk of shame from his house before.

"If this is another, 'we should have spent more time together, let's not drift apart' conversation, rescue me immediately." She slides her fingers out of his.

"Sure thing, Cindy."

She looks at him quickly, face flushed with anger and he darts in quick to kiss her before spinning her off to the girl that seems to demand her attention.

It seems like the minute the crowd swallows Mac, an arm drops over his shoulder and he's pulled into a group of people.

It's Dick's arm, he recognizes it immediately, but it takes a moment for him to remember to push him off.

Enbom, Casey and Luke round out the small circle.

"So tonight the night, Beaver?" Enbom points across the room with his beer hand. He notices that Dick frowns and he's sure it has to do with the nickname, not the vulgar insinuation, but they don't need to know that.

Enbom's a dick.

"It's none of your business, John."

"That's a yes." Casey supplies, "You ready Cass? Don't psych yourself out man, the great Virgin Mac won't know if you're bad."

"He's a Casablancas, he'll be fine." Dick wraps his arm protectively around Cassidy's neck.

"Don't call her that." Cassidy growls and it's dark, low, and dangerous.

"Yeah Casey, chill, she's nice. You're just jealous that your sophomore couldn't get out of curfew to be here." Luke nudges him and beer sloshes out of his cup.

"Party foul!" Dick yells and the entire crowd echoes him followed by a chant of shots.

Luke rolls his eyes and is ushered away for his punishment.

His phone goes off in his pocket and he pulls it out confused.

A little help

It's Mac.

"I gotta go, Mac's in some sort of social quandary." He slips from Dick's loose grip and searches for Mac.

He finds her pinned down by some girl he doesn't quite recognize. They are talking about college.

"Hey you." He reaches through the small crowd of socially awkward, collegiate-minded group and snaps up Macs hand.

"Sorry, but I need my girlfriend back." He apologizes as he pulls her out of the group.

"Took you long enough. I really don't want to hear about how Mika stole the MIT scholarship from me again."

She's flustered and flushed, and he loves it. He leans in, taking care to brush back her hair slowly, letting his fingers graze her skin.

"Wanna go upstairs? There's something I'd like to give you."

She swallows and nods before quickly pulling him out of the room towards the elevator banks.

They're waiting for the elevator, hands clasped tight, when Corny yells across the hotel lobby.

"They got the bastard! They got Woody!" A cheer goes up in the party and a chill goes through him.

"That man should fry." Mac says more to herself than anyone else.

He nods his agreement as the elevator door finally opens.

Shit.

It was okay, there was still time. He didn't know for sure if he needed to go through with the contingency plan yet.

He was prepared and smart, he'd be okay. They'd be okay.

They stepped into the elevator and he sent it up towards their room.

He turned to look at her.

"I love you." He's worried that he sounds nervous now.

She smiles, bright and sudden, as she crosses the small distance to wrap her arms around him.

"I love you, too. Don't worry; everything is going to be fine." She tells him with such conviction that he believes her even if she has no real idea what he's worried about.

He pulls a key card out of his wallet and hands it to her.

"Ooo." She gushes over the piece of plastic, "This is what you wanted to give me? I've always wanted one of these!"

"If you're not careful I'll give it to you right here." His voice is dark and she fucking loves it. He grabs her and pushes her against the wall of the elevator, his hands full of the fabric of her dress, pulling it up, too much fucking fabric, but when he finally manages to touch skin she's burning and shaking a little at his touch.

"Cassidy..." She whimpers, her fingers digging into his shoulders.

His fingers trail up her legs to find her underwear, she spreads her legs a little for him and he can't help but smile into her skin.

She's wet. Good, it means he can fuck her sooner. He slips his fingers passed the elastic and rubs slowly at her.

"Cass- Cassidy... Camera..." She tells him breathlessly, but she just gets wetter at that knowledge.

That's his bad girl.

The elevator doors open and he quickly takes his hands away, adoring the disappointed moan that falls unchecked from her.

He grabs her hand and pulls her down the hall towards the room.

He lets her slide the key card through, but she's going too slow. He needs to be touching her, when she gets the door open he doesn't even let her look around the room. He tosses her to the bed where she bounces slightly with a giggle.

"You're certainly eager." She sits up and reaches around to try and undo her dress. She can't quite make it, "Could you? Veronica had to help me."

He tosses his shirt across the room and climbs onto the bed behind her.

His fingers fumble in their urgency.

"Cassidy..." She turns to look at him, dark brown and blood red hair bouncing slightly, "Slow, we aren't on the clock." Her smile is slow, content, and he slows his pace because this is it.

This was what he was waiting for, for it to be right, not just for her, for the both of them.

And it is.

He brushes her hair to the side, exposing her soft, pale skin and presses his mouth against her.

The softest little sound slips from her lips, her fingers gripping the fabric of her dress and he knows this is right. He repeats the action over and over, pressing increasingly wet kisses to her slowly exposed back, he nips at her and the heavy breathing is broken by a moan.

He pulls the top of her dress down, running his hands over her skin sliding around to her breasts; he gets in close to her, so her skin is against his, and teases her the way he's learned she likes.

Her head rolls back onto his shoulder and he has a clear view of her soft, hot, beautiful skin in his hands, chest heaving, her hands desperately grabbing at the skirt of her dress.

"A little faster would be okay..." She tells him in a breathy tone and he can't help but smile into her and press a kiss into her hair.

He moves so that she he can lay her down on the large bed.

She shimmies out of the rest of the dress with his help; the dress is across the room in a heartbeat.

She's laying there, this ethereal pale against dark gray, her hair trailing messily across the bedding still stubbornly keeping its curl.

"Fuck you're gorgeous."

Laying there in damp white panties and nothing else, her legs rubbing together slowly, and her teeth biting nervously into her lip. He has to commend her for not crossing her arms over herself, it has to be hard, it's dark out but the room is still light up by the bedside lamps.

He can see pretty much all of her and he's not sure he wants to stop. Ever.

She takes a deep breath and pops up onto her elbows, "You're not just going to stand there starring at me, right? Because I'd like to maybe have sex with you tonight."

He pulls a condom out of his wallet and tosses it at her in response as he takes his pants off.

"What no glow in the dark or fun stuff?" She asks in mock horror. She's amazing that she can do that. That she can lay there in only her, obviously compromised, underwear and want him so badly that one of her hands is sneaking down between her legs while joking like that.

"Maybe next time." He climbs onto the bed with her and pauses briefly, wondering how exactly to start.

His mind doesn't get much chance to run through the options because she grabs him and her mouth is on his, biting and hot. Fuck... he loves this, her.

He grinds down into her, underwear against underwear, and she rolls up into him eagerly.

Mac's hand slides down between them and slips into his pants to grab hold of him.

He breaks from her mouth to moan at the rough touch, the slow stroking motion she's started up.

"You're wearing too many clothes." She tells him, pushing at the fabric with her other hand.

"So are you." She grins up at him and lets go.

The disappointed noise is impossible to bottle and causes a low, shockingly seductive laugh to flow out of Mac as she pushes away from him.

He makes to grab her, but she's sliding her underwear off and Jesus Christ.

His heart might explode, he might just die right there and never have a chance to see how well his plan will work because God how can anyone be so hot and perfect, and want him.

"I love you." Just falls out of his mouth, "So much."

"I know." She smiles and motions for him to remove his underwear as well, "I love you, too."

"I wish I'd met you so much sooner, Cindy."

She leans forward and puts a hand to the side of his face, she looks at him and he could swear she could see into him and see every bad thing he's ever done.

"I'm a villain and you deserve so much better."

"If you're a villain then so am I."

"Cindy you don't-"

"If that's what it takes to be with you then I'll sign up for my SPECTOR membership in the morning. You, me and Dick."

He nods and finally removes his underwear. He's hard for her, like he's never been hard for anyone else.

He moves up to her so that he's pressed hard against her wet opening. He rubs against her and thanks God that he got clean for her because he needs to feel all of her.

She moans slowly and grabs onto him, pushing up against him until he slides inside.

He swears under his breath and she forces him in as deep as he'll go, his fingers gripping tightly at the bedding beside her.

He bends over her so that his ear is by her mouth. The noise she makes is all pleasure, this fantastic deep moaning thing as she moves up against him slowly.

She's so fucking wet he can't believe it, this wet tight pulling thing. This feels better then anything his sex-fogged mind can imagine.

He pulls out slowly and she whimpers, he pushes up to look down at her and, Jesus, he's taking that image to the grave, flushed skin, half lidded eyes, wet parted mouth.

"Cassidy... Please..."

He sinks back into her and is met with a moan, her body arching up against him, her nails digging into his back.

God yes, let her be rough; he wants to be rough with her.

She's too tight, it feels too good. He pulls out quickly and before she can do more than just moan unhappily about it he's got the condom on and slams back into her.

She swears, it's not under her breath or anything, she just swears and meets his frantic rhythm best she can, coming apart at the seams.

He wants her to come. If he doesn't manage to get her there soon he'll finish first and Dick will never let him hear the end of it. He searches his memory for the things she likes and on one particularly hard thrust he sinks his teeth into her skin.

Her moan is loud and broken in pieces, her body rising up against him, nails in his skin, legs wrapped around him and, fucking Christ, inside her something wet is coating him. The soft, burning silk inside of her is dragging him in, this trembling, rolling muscle that wants nothing but for him to become a part of her.

He knows he makes noise, but he can't really hear it. He can just hear her, gasping out her orgasm into his ear, his name falling from her mouth paired with the wet pulling of her makes him comes.

Filling the condom, he practically falls onto her, he just lays there and rests against her. He wants to just stay there like this maybe forever.

When he finally does try to move and slide out of her, she stops the motion with her legs.

"Stay."

He wants to, he really does, but he's spent and it's starting to feel extremely unsexy.

He kisses her softly and pulls out anyway, enjoying her disappointment at being disconnected from him.

He ties it off like some sad water balloon and drops it, carefully, into the bedside waste basket before lying down next to her, pulling her body close to his.

"You okay?" He asks into her shoulder.

"Uh huh." She tells him, voice slow and low, stirring something up in him that should be sleeping.

It had been quicker than he had hoped, he had wanted it to go on for hours, to just lose himself in everything about her, but she just felt too fucking amazing.

"You?"

"Absolutely."

"You want to go again before Dick gets here?" She asks and, God, he loves her for it.

He rolls over so that she's under him again. He isn't quite up to the task, which is a special brand of infuriating because she's wet, warm and inviting.

He drops his head to rest in the space beside her head.

"I want to..."

She puts her hands on him and he thinks that she means to comfort him or something, but the room is suddenly a whirl and he's looking up at her smiling down at him.

She moves down his body until it's more than obvious what she plans to do and he doesn't mind at all.

She runs a tongue slowly up him and he can feel the blood make a detour from everywhere to accommodate her want.

Her hot, wet mouth encases him, her hands on his skin, burning. She seems to be sucking him back to life, she's not as nervous about it as Dick is, her tongue is doing something to him and he's got fists full of bedding to keep them from her hair, from forcing her down further.

He's trying to focus on keeping his hands from behaving badly, but his hips thrust up against her mouth.

He looks down, but he can't see much of her face, a hand pressed against his pelvis trying to make him behave and brown and red hair swirling across his pale skin.

The noises falling from his mouth are whining, desperate, moaning things.

He's close, he can feel it, but he wants to be inside her so badly when he goes.

"Mac- Mac!" He moans out, but she doesn't stop, In fact, she doubles her effort and a stream of swearing leaves him.

"Cindy, stop!" He manages to yell out and she pulls up quickly, but it's too late, he's coming hard, eyes closed, fingers ripping at the bedding.

It feels like he comes forever, but he falls back down panting and the room comes swimming back into view.

Mac is sitting there on his legs, splattered. She is very carefully trying to remove it from her face without getting it in her eye.

It's in her hair and dripping down onto her bare skin.

"Sorry." He mumbles and sits up, pulling her over to him.

"Isn't your fault... Well not just your fault." She smiles softly at him and, God, if he's dying tonight let this be the last thing he sees. He leans forward slowly, nervous, and presses his tongue to her covered skin, licking and pulling the taste of himself and her fantastic skin into himself.

She presses a hand to her mouth, but the moan vibrates into his soul as he helps to clean her up.

A couple minutes later, she's sitting there, panting, flushed, and sort of cleaned. He takes a strand of her wet hair and pulls it out.

"Maybe you should take a shower? I'll get Dick?"

She reluctantly agrees, but not before she kisses him, hard, her nails scraping against his skin, her body pressed up tight to him.

"Love you." She tells him as she breaks from him.

"I love you, too."

She reluctantly disappears into the bathroom.

Cassidy drops backward on the bed, heaving for breath. He rolls over to grab his cell phone from his pants.

Mac's cell phone is peeking out of the fabric of her dress, the light flashing dangerously.

He's not sure why, but he takes it instead. Maybe Dick got impatient and was texting to find out when he could come up.

Get away from Beaver!

"Shit."

Beaver's a killer

"Double shit."

He puts the phone down and gets dressed, pulling his gun out of the bag and loading it.

He sends a message to Dick.

Get up here, keep Mac in the room. Plan B

Then tells Veronica to meet him on the roof. He hopes to God she doesn't notice how weird that request is.

He leans against the bathroom door, "I have to go grab something. Dick will be right up."

"Okay!" She yells over the running water.

"Please find me." He begs quietly, but she can't hear him over the shower. He knows she can't.

The hotel door opens and he bites the inside of his mouth to try and kill the fear coming to a boil in him.

"Is she okay?" Dick asks, taking in the dress laying on the floor, and the twisted bedding.

"She's great." He tells him. He knows he's not talking about sexually, but he'll take it that way anyway, "How are you going to keep her in the room?"

"Well I thought we might have sex, but I'm not sure I'm really up to it. What with plan B in action."

He smirks and closes the small distance between them, pats him on the shoulder, "She'll take care of that. Just, be good to her and remember the plan."

"I remember. I'm not that stupid."

"I know you're not stupid, Dick."

He takes a last look at his brother and leaves the room.

This has to work. He's been factoring in Sam Spade Junior for a while now.

He gets up to the roof before her, takes the safety off his gun and waits.