Happy Eighteenth
"So… you guys are dating now?" Dean asked, walking to school with Punk a few weeks later. After AJ and Punk had became comfortable with stealing kisses from one another, they slipped up one night when Dean saw them and all hell broke loose. At first he was shocked, then he was confused, then he was angry, and then he… almost felt like he saw it coming.
"Yeah." Punk nodded, grabbing the cigarette from him and throwing it onto the road, "You already had one an hour ago."
"That was my last one, idiot." Dean shoved him over.
"If mom knew I was letting you smoke any she'd kill both of us. You gotta cut down." Punk told him.
"Whatever." Dean grumbled, "So… you and AJ… you always liked her like that?" Dean asked him.
"Yeah. I never saw her as a sister the way you do." Punk shook his head, "Sure she's still my best friend, I think that helps actually, being friends first." He nodded.
"You really like her?" Dean noticed as Punk nodded, "I didn't but I kinda did see it coming. I caught you checking her out a lot but I thought you were just being you, and… she does act differently with you and than she does with me."
"So it's true, I am the better looking brother." Punk smirked as Dean rolled his eyes.
"I'm sure that's what it is." Dean said, "Have you… you know…" Dean nodded as Punk turned to him.
"No." Punk shook his head.
"You guys are gonna be spending more time alone together and where does that leave me?" Dean asked as Punk turned to him.
"Don't be a baby." Punk scoffed, "We'll make time for you. You can always third wheel."
"Oh, yeah. Sounds great." Dean nodded, "So have you been on dates?" He asked, trying to get up to speed with the now relationship status of Punk and AJ.
"Yeah, a few. Just the movies, burgers, she… she doesn't want her mom to know so that's why she has to come to ours with daddy Warbucks." He rolled his eyes, referring to their new foster father, being moved on to a different home yet again. Their current foster father was barely in the house. He worked long hours almost every day, which was good for Dean and Punk since they had more freedom, but… it was like they were just staying at a hotel. The man didn't even talk to them.
"What is her mom's problem? She seems strange." Dean shook his head.
"I don't think they get along." Punk nodded, "I think she's suffocating her." He said.
"AJ is almost eighteen. She's not eleven." Dean said.
"Yeah, I know." Punk said, "As soon as I'm out of school I'm gonna get a job, get a place for us to stay so she can come around whenever." He nodded.
"This is weird." Dean shook his head, still not getting used to it yet. Not that he was mad about it or that it was impossible for it to happen, it was just strange to get used to, "Who knew her type was ugly ass, blonde haired, dirty Punks." Dean shook his head, "I thought she'd set her bar high." He teased as Punk pushed him as he pushed back.
"You just remember you're the third wheel now." Punk said as Dean just grumbled.
"I don't think I'm gonna enjoy this set up." He said as Punk just shook his head.
"Shut up." Punk pushed him into the school as Dean laughed to himself.
"What is AJ doing today?" Punk asked, sitting across from Dean in the closed visitation room.
"She's calling the guy that gave Kane and Pearce the job out here. To see if he knows anything or ask him about the work side of it." Dean nodded, "And we're gonna try and stick to finding out who was in the hotel and who erased the CCTV footage." He said.
"You guys aren't putting yourself in danger, are you?" Punk asked.
"No, AJ has a… well she has a distinct way of convincing people to talk to her." Dean said.
"No surprise there." Punk nodded, "And then what? What happens when you figure out who was tampering with the CCTV footage? You go track them down and get killed by this psychopath?" Punk asked him, "I wish you guys would just stay out of it."
"And let you die?" Dean gritted his teeth, "Shut the fuck up, ok? We're doing this." He warned as Punk just sighed and nodded, looking down as Dean watched him, "Do you remember AJ's eighteenth birthday?" He asked him as Punk looked up at him and raised a brow, "Well, the part where I was there, I don't need to know what happened after." He warned.
"What about it?" Punk asked.
"That bracelet you bought her… she still wears it." Dean said as Punk nodded.
"It was a cheap looking thing." He shrugged, "She loved it." He remembered and smiled to himself as Dean watched him.
"Better times, huh?" He smiled as Punk nodded.
"Yeah." Punk mumbled, "Much better."
"It's beautiful, Phil. Oh my God." AJ smiled, wrapping the bracelet around her small wrist which had her name on it. Her eighteenth birthday hadn't been hugely celebrated like most people. She opened her presents from her mom in the morning, and was over at Punk and Dean's house where they lived with their new foster father, who was away for a few nights on a business trip. She told her mom she was visiting a girl friend, even though she didn't have any, just so she could get away with staying over at their place.
"Do you really mean that? Or do you hate it?" He asked her nervously.
"No, I love it." AJ gasped, "It's beautiful. Thank you." She said, leaning up and pecking him on the lips as he smiled to himself, "You guys got me too much." She shook her head. They were always good to her and although she only had the both of them, she felt loved and appreciated, especially now that her and Punk were being so open about their feelings with one another.
They hung out all three of them like they normally did, and Dean, being as discrete as a brick smashing through a window, decided he'd go out and let them have some of their own time.
"Alright, I'm gonna go out and let you two do what you gotta do." Dean stood up from the sofa as Punk rolled his eyes and AJ looked up at Dean.
"You don't have to go." AJ assured him. Her one request through dating Punk was that they never made Dean feel left out or on his own. She would have hated to make him feel like that.
"It's ok, I don't mind." Dean assured them, "I might go check in with the boys from football." He shrugged.
"You sure?" Punk asked him.
"Yeah." Dean nodded, "But I will be back so… get a move on, yeah?" He said, grabbing his jacket as AJ just shook her head and smiled as Dean left the house.
"Discrete is his middle name clearly." Punk shook his head, sitting on the couch next to AJ as she laughed a little. They'd not necessarily seen a huge drastic change in their relationship, they were still the best of friends, only with a little more kissing and touching going on, which AJ really enjoyed, "You wanna put on another movie?" Punk asked her as she turned to him.
"I don't… I don't think I wanna watch a movie." She told him quietly, leaning her head back on the back of the couch as she looked into his eyes. She trusted him for this, and most importantly, she wanted it, maybe even more than him. She liked that it wasn't even on his agenda, and that he was willing to let her decide how fast or slow they were going to take things. She was aware that only one of them was a virgin, and it wasn't him.
"Well… what do you want to do then?" Punk asked quietly, looking at her in her innocent brown eyes. They'd been dating for a few months and even though he didn't find it was possible, he felt closer to her than ever. The could always talk about anything before anyway, but now it just felt right to be so open and close, and the feelings were most definitely there.
"I uh… I don't know." AJ whispered, "Not a movie, though." She shook her head, inching closer to his face before pressing her lips against his as he kissed back. With him, she felt like she could be herself, like she could be free and not have to worry about her mother dictating what she could and couldn't do. She felt safe with him, and like she could be who she really wanted to be, and not what her mother wanted her to be.
She knew this night was coming, and she wanted it. She'd been dreaming about it. She just hoped it would be as perfect as it was in her dreams.
She made her move, sitting up and putting her leg around him, straddling his hips and cupping his face whilst continuing to make out, feeling his hands on her hips and circulate down by her ass.
It was nice, and also a complete turn on for Punk to see her in this light, the way no one else saw her, and he wanted this just as much as she appeared to want it. This felt way more right than being friends and pretending that was all that would happen between them. This felt right, for both of them, almost like… nothing could ever feel as right as being with each other.
"Take me upstairs." AJ whispered, kissing the corner of his mouth as he pulled back and looked into her eyes, "I want to." She nodded.
He didn't have to be told twice, and picked her up, heading for the stairs and walking up them into the bedroom, kicking the door shut behind him and walking over to the bed where he placed her down.
"Just because… you don't have to-" He began but she stood up and pressed her lips back against his.
"I want to." She assured him once pulling back, stepping back a little where the backs of her knees hit the end of the bed, pulling her t-shirt up over her head and placing it down on the floor as he watched. She then reached for his t-shirt, pulling it up over his head and placing it on the floor, looking on at the few randomly placed tattoos on his upper body and smiling.
"They're so ugly." She whispered as he laughed.
"Give it time. I'm working on it." He said as she smiled, leaning up and kissing him again as this time, he lowered her down onto the centre of the bed, running his hands through her hair, trailing the kiss to her neck as she rolled her head back. It was all new feelings to her and they were pretty indescribable.
"You're so beautiful." Punk whispered, taking a minute as he looked into her eyes as she looked up at him. She was glad that she was sharing this moment with someone she cared about… someone she… loved.
She kissed him on the lips again as he trailed the kiss back down her jaw and to her neck, leaving hot kisses all around the area as she moaned softly, smiling to himself, reaching his hand down and unbuttoning her jeans sliding them down as she helped him push them down to her ankles, kicking them off onto the floor as he cupped her neck and kissed her again, wandering his hands around her back as she sat up a little so he could unclasp her bra, which he did, pulling the straps down and throwing it onto the floor.
What he loved was that she looked comfortable. She didn't look nervous or scared, and that eased his own mind.
He smirked and kissed down to her breasts, taking each one in his mouth, swirling his tongue around the sensitive nipple whilst cupping the other one, switching around as he listened to her moaning lightly about him.
"Phil." She whispered faintly under her breath, arching her back just a little as she felt her body tingling with the touch of his hands and mouth on her, feeling him kiss down her body, past her stomach and down to her panties.
Just because she was comfortable with him didn't mean she still wasn't nervous. She was afraid to disappoint him with being so inexperienced, but she knew he wasn't like that, he was patient and taking it one step at a time, which she appreciated.
She looked down, watching as he placed a kiss through her panties onto her intimate area, biting her lip and nodding as he then pulled them down her legs, tossing them onto the floor as he parted her legs.
Her body was beautiful. She was beautiful. He wanted her to know that.
He leaned forward and pressed his mouth against her folds, using his tongue to part them as she collapsed back down onto her back and groaned. She'd never felt anything like it. It was a pure rush of pressure, anticipation, pleasure and so many other wonderful sensations that she couldn't process.
"Oh my God." AJ moaned as Punk smiled. He already loved to hear her moan.
"You taste so good." Punk moaned, using his tongue on her, dwelling between her folds, flicking her clit teasingly and around the sensitive flesh as she writhed above him, moaning softly and whispering his name, "You like that?" He asked sensually as she nodded and gasped.
"Please don't stop." AJ begged him as he smiled, closing his mouth back around her swollen folds, bringing his hand up and sliding a digit inside her as she moaned a little louder, "Shit." AJ gasped, feeling him hit her g-spot whilst continuing to use his tongue on her clit, her insides tightening with pleasure as she felt ready to burst, "That feels so good." She moaned out, placing her hands in her hair, gasping and moaning to herself as she took this moment for herself, letting him get her to where she wanted to go, feeling her peak rise and rise until she finally came, her progressive moans turning into one loud one as Punk smiled up at her.
"Fuck." AJ gasped, her chest rising up and down, her body tingling with the feeling as her eyes fluttered opened and closed, eventually looking down at him as he was lapping up her release, feeling almost drugged as she watched him make his way back up her body, already lost in him and putting her entire being in his care, "I want to feel you inside me." She whispered in his ear as he smiled, looking down at her and pressing his lips back against hers as she tugged at the button on his jeans, pushing his jeans and boxers down as he helped her out and kicked them away, settling between her legs as AJ looked down and gulped, looking back up into his eyes and smiling.
"It's ok." Punk nodded, caressing her face, "It's gonna feel good." He said as AJ nodded, watching as he leaned over her and opened up the bedside drawer, taking out a condom, ripping it open and sliding it on himself as AJ tensed a little, feeling the tip of him touch her entrance.
He pressed his lips against hers with each slight force he used to push inside her, until he broke the last barrier between them and she moaned so loud that their kiss broke apart and she clawed to his arms.
"Oh my God." AJ moaned and gasped, feeling him buried deep inside her, feeling full and dying for him to move.
"God, you feel amazing." He moaned, holding her chin as he looked down at her, "Fuck." He moaned, beginning to move in and out of her, watching her as she moaned so sexily, cupping her breasts and saying things in a language he didn't speak. Making her feel good was a natural high of his own mentally. He wanted to just watch her, all her facial expressions, her little jumps and jitters, her moans and whispers.
"Phil." AJ moaned, feeling him continuously hit her g-spot, already feeling her pleasure build up as she rolled her head back. It was like nothing she had experienced before, and she couldn't ever imagine not having this sort of closeness and intimacy with him. It felt unbelievable, not just because it was her first time, but because it was with him.
The night went on and Punk made sure to make every second worth it. He brought her to a release on her back, used his mouth on her again, took her from behind which she requested whilst whispering in his ear, and finally, not being able to hold out much longer, he was on his back with her on top.
If there was thing that he learned was that she was wild and maybe even a little bit freaky. She was not afraid to tell him what she wanted, and in his opinion that was a good sign of trust, not to mention she was drop dead gorgeous and having her naked on top of him was a fine moment for him.
"Fuck, I'm gonna cum." AJ moaned, moving her hips up and down on him whilst he had his hands on her hips, feeling her take him all the way in, losing his mind a little as well as her. She wasn't holding back at all.
Once she had found ease, it was almost like she was craving it, like it really was a drug. She loved the feeling of his body against hers, and that second before reaching her release, where he'd kiss her neck and watch her closely, that in itself caused her to lose her mind.
"Yeah? Go on, baby." Punk grunted, "Fuck, yeah." He moaned, watching as her small hips really moved up and down on him fast, both of them craving that release as much as the other.
"Fuck… right there." AJ moaned, massaging her clit whilst Punk took over and thrust up into her, thrusting so hard she collapsed over him, moaning his name in his ear as she eventually came, just as he did also.
"Fuck, April." Punk moaned, gripping her hips tightly as he came, his length still inside her as she lay numb on top of him in a sweaty heap, turning her head around so she could look at him as he turned into her and smiled.
"I love you." She said quietly, her breath still fast and uncontrolled as he looked into her eyes, her naked body against his as he nodded, swallowing to clear his dry throat.
"I love you too." He whispered, pressing his lips against hers as she kissed back softly and tiredly.