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Not to toot his own horn, but JJ was pretty sure he was a genius.
Sure, sometimes he didn’t make the smartest decisions in the heat of the moment, (firing off a gun on a crowded beach, stealing money from a drug dealer, and attempting a literal jail break just to name a few), and maybe his plans didn’t always turn out exactly the way he was intending them to, but JJ was nothing if not resourceful, and with the proper motivation he could problem solve to figure out the best way to reach his end goal while stopping at nothing to get to it.
And Kiara, well… She was one hell of a motivator.
It was the beginning of their last summer of freedom before senior year when JJ decided to put his scheming to good use and try to buy him and Kiara a couple hours of alone time together. Unsurprisingly, privacy was hard to come by amongst the Pogues, but it wasn’t until he and Kie made things official that JJ finally understood to the fullest extent just what the hell John B and Sarah had been complaining about this whole time.
The downside of having such a tight-knit group of friends all sharing what was basically a communal living space at the Chateau meant the two of them were regularly getting walked in on just when things were starting to progress into the more R rated territory. Worse still, Kie’s parents had a strict open-door policy when “the boyfriend” came to visit, so no bone to be had there, either.
Pun intended.
They would sneak off whenever the opportunity presented itself for a quickie; once or twice in the bathroom, a hand full of times in the back of the Twinkie. There was even that one time behind a tree JJ still blames on the enticingly short sundress Kiara wore while walking back from the Boneyard one night. But all those stolen moments only seemed to frustrate them more than actually satisfy their needs.
Needless to say, the constant interruptions and sneaking around became a real mood killer. So sometimes JJ would have to get creative.
Okay, so maybe bribing John B with actual money out of pocket to keep their friends occupied for a few hours wasn’t exactly “big brain” thinking, but it was still JJ’s perseverance that had gotten them the Chateau all to themselves for the afternoon. So, yeah. Genius.
After weeks of near misses and moments cut short things quickly began to heat up between them—having very little to do with the humid end of June heatwave—and all that build up eventually led to where they are now, making good use of the pull-out couch as the summer sun cascades through the windows of the Chateau, lighting up Kiara’s bare skin in a yellow-orange tinted glow. From the blond’s position lying on his back looking up at the girl straddling his waist, JJ finds himself in a trance as he takes in the complete vision of her.
Her soft, round face bathed in a complimentary golden gleam, her loose, dark curls falling over tanned shoulders, the subtle dip of her collar bone pointing down to her chest like an arrow mapping out the trail for JJ's ogling eyes to follow. Her rosy nipples were standing to attention, so pretty and stiff and inviting that JJ’s practically salivating with the desire to wrap his lips around them and get a taste of her skin on his tongue. They're pillowed by two petite breasts, the perfect size for grabbing and squeezing to his heart’s content, but right now JJ was just happy to observe, like he was a patron in a museum staring at the most exquisite piece of art he had ever had the privilege to lay eyes on.
JJ's gawking continues over the expanse of her flat stomach where he watches the muscles there expand and gently tighten again with each measured roll of her torso. Lower still, JJ’s eyes trail down to her hips rocking against his own, slow and indulgent; a pace he was sure Kiara had set just to torture him. Not that he was complaining.
And finally JJ’s gaze landed between her legs where the two of them were connected as intimately as a man and woman could be. Kiara’s smooth, shaven pussy swallowing up his cock, her wetness providing the necessary lubricant as he slid in and out of her velvety passage. At her own leisure, of course. They were bare-backing today and it wasn’t even JJ’s fucking birthday.
Seeing her like this, laid bare for his eyes only, so confident and carefree and alive, JJ couldn’t help but wonder how he had gotten so fuckin’ lucky to be able to call this stunning woman his. JJ had yet to see any side of Kiara that wasn’t unfairly beautiful, but this version was a total knock out and his absolute favourite by far. It probably should be alarming how easily and deeply JJ could fall into the inescapable trap that was observing one Kiara Carrera. Even in their daily lives all she had to do was toss her head back in a fit of laughter or bend over to apply sunscreen to those impossibly long legs of hers and JJ was a goner.
Watching his length disappear between her soft folds in such a fluid, rhythmic motion was damn near hypnotic. It was mesmerizing, just like everything she did was mesmerizing, and JJ intended to soak up the image of her on top of him taking what she wanted for as long as humanly possible.
“I like it when you watch me,” Kiara purred in that sultry honey-laced voice of hers, and like the irresistible pull of a magnet JJ’s eyes are immediately drawn back up to her face where he’s greeted by a goading smirk upturning her soft, full lips. She knew she had him under her spell, the little minx.
“You look so fucking hot like this,” JJ grinned back at her, reaching out to rub his hands up and down her sides encouragingly. Kiara looked far too pleased with herself as she leaned down so their faces were mere inches apart, lips nearly touching, and whispered in a seductive tone.
“Good boys deserve to be spoiled.”
JJ didn't know if she meant the B he managed to procure on the end of the year final exam she tirelessly helped him study for, or if she was referring to his volunteer work at The Wreck yesterday morning helping the Carreras haul in the fresh seafood supply and stock the freezer shelves accordingly. But whatever the reason JJ wasn't going to question it. He would take whatever she'd give him.
JJ relaxed further back into the pillows expecting a kiss, but Kiara faked him out and turned her head at the last second releasing a mischievous giggle when JJ rolled his eyes with a groan of disappointment. Kiara leaned over to her left and reached for something on the side table next to the couch. JJ was far too occupied by her chest being pushed practically in his face to notice her rooting around in the little box where they kept their weed for easy access.
When Kiara sat back up straight she had a joint pressed between her lips and JJ’s lighter in her hand, which she must have stolen from his discarded cargo shorts while he was, ahem, otherwise distracted.
JJ watches in awe as his girlfriend casually flicks open the lighter and lights one up while still riding him, her hips continuously rocking and never breaking stride throughout this little endeavour. Seeing his girl on top of him breathing out a cloud of smoke while taking in his dick like a seasoned pro was without a doubt the hottest thing JJ had ever seen in his 17 years of life. He could have blown his load right then and there if he wasn’t so determined to keep with the pace Kiara had set for them.
It was nice taking their time and not having to rush, but damn, Kiara wasn’t making it easy.
“Shit, Kie,” JJ breathed out in admiration, all other words seeming to escape him in that moment.
A look of amusement crossed Kiara’s features as she lifted a brow at him as if to say “What’s the matter? Cat got your tongue?” before returning the joint to her lips for another hit. After taking a deep inhale Kiara closed her mouth and leaned down again to finally seal her lips to his, only then temporarily stalling her hips. Quickly realizing what she was offering, JJ let his bottom jaw go slack and allowed Kiara to gently blow the remaining smoke into his mouth, reveling in the familiar burn as it travelled through his body and filled his lungs with a pleasant, tingling warmth.
Kiara tasted like a mixture of pot and cherry chapstick as their tongues brushed up against each other; Kiara’s lashes fluttering against her cheeks as JJ’s fingers glided along her back leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. Kiara’s free hand was cradling his face to hers, her thumb lightly tracing across his cheek bone, coaxing JJ into gently biting down on her bottom lip to get a reaction.
Kiara let out a soft huff as she angled his jaw so she could deepen the kiss to her liking. It became a mash of lips smacking, teeth clashing, and breaths gasping. They were on the verge of becoming downright filthy with it when Kiara abruptly tore herself away from him, her lips spit-slick and swollen, an air of satisfaction behind those smouldering, chocolate eyes.
With his own cheeks now flushed and his eyes glazed over in arousal, JJ knew she had just kissed him positively stupid, which had to have been her plan all along. Flashing her his dopiest smile, he felt drunk off her arrogance and shared in her delight at having the upper hand over him.
For now, at least.
Kiara pushed a hand through her hair, brushing the strands away from her face and letting it fall behind her back as she started to move again, catching her bottom lip between her teeth in an attempt to hide her smile as she passed JJ the joint; the blond accepted it with an approving chortle. Kiara hummed in satisfaction as she swirled her hips around and around, every now and then feeling JJ’s dick rub up against her sweet spot.
After taking in his fill of smoke in his lungs and the picturesque scene of his girl playing out before him, JJ reached over to the side table and placed the still-burning joint in a cracked ceramic ash tray before pushing himself up into a sitting position. He wrapped his long, thick arms around her tiny waist and decided to satisfy his appetite from earlier by leaning in and wrapping his lips around her right nipple. Kiara curls her arms around his neck and lets her head tip back, eyes closed and mouth slightly agape as she enjoys the attention. JJ flicks his tongue over the hard little nub before sucking it into his mouth and lightly biting down on it.
A sharp gasp falls from Kiara’s lips, her fingers grasping at the hair near the back of his neck as JJ moved over to the left nipple, offering it the same attention and treatment as the other. He teases her for as long as either one of them can stand it, getting her nice and riled up for the next part of his plan. While holding her the way he was, JJ began grinding his pelvis up against hers, undulating his hips juuust so to drive her absolutely crazy.
“Yes.” He hears her whisper, probably unaware she had even said it as she clings to him, securing him to her chest in such a way that all JJ can do is hold on to her to keep them both from falling apart too quickly.
They stay locked in this tight cradle for several minutes, so wrapped up in each other, (figuratively and literally), that JJ barely noticed when the muffled chime of his cellphone could be heard coming from somewhere under the mess of blankets and sheets they were currently sitting on top of. Once it clicked for him what the sound was, JJ groaned his frustration and started searching around for the device, hell-bent on silencing any and all distractions; a sentiment that was clearly shared by Kiara who let out an irritated huff over his shoulder as he looked.
When JJ found the current bane of his existence he lifted the phone and turned his head to the side to look at the screen, his other arm still looped around Kiara's waist to ensure she wasn’t going anywhere. His plan had been to just turn the damn thing off, but when he saw a notification from John B pop up on the now illuminated screen JJ recalled a faint memory of a previously mentioned plan by his best friend to gather the troops and meet up for a pizza and movie night at the Chateau after JJ and Kiara had had their fun.
Although JJ wasn't happy about it, he'd rather be safe than sorry and reluctantly unlocked his phone to read the text message in full. Sure enough John B was confirming that he, Sarah, Pope and Cleo would all be heading over soon and offered some crude warning about what he would do to JJ if he caught him and Kiara naked together in his house. It's not like John B didn't know what JJ meant when he said he wanted to spend some "quality time" with his girlfriend. He just didn't want to see it, which, fair.
With his eyes now trained on the screen, JJ didn't notice the indignant scowl forming on Kiara's face as her patience quickly began wearing thin. Without even saying anything clever about it Kiara leaned her nose down into the crook of JJ's neck and started kissing and nibbling along the column of his throat, as if she were trying to compete for his attention with the cock-blocking device.
JJ's thumb hovers over the keyboard and his eyelids grow heavy as she totally engulfs his senses; the smell of her sweet mango shampoo and lightly scented coconut sun screen flooding his nostrils, the glide of her soft lips and graze of her teeth against the delicate skin of his neck, the full weight of her sitting in his lap keeping him anchored, keeping him present.
“Playing dirty huh?” JJ asks, the corner of his mouth ticking up into a smirk when Kiara hums in agreement, utterly shameless in her transparency.
She was all around him, setting a fire from deep within his belly, lighting him up in a way that no one ever has before and no one ever would again. This woman had such a chokehold on his heart that the idea of Kiara not being the focus of JJ’s attention, even because of something as insignificant as a text message was downright laughable. Kiara displaying any sort of jealousy for him because of an inanimate object was so silly and so absurd— yet somehow at the same time made JJ almost deliriously happy.
Letting out a bemused chuckle as Kiara continued to unleash her extremely effective assult on him, JJ managed to summon up enough of his brain power to send off a hang loose emoji, figuring that would do the trick, and silenced his phone before tossing it back over onto the side table. Only then did Kiara draw back so she could look him in the eyes, a surprisingly affectionate look on her face for someone who just implemented such an unfair tactic against him.
Running her fingers through the blond locks at the top of his head, making JJ lean into it like some kind of touch-starved kitten, Kiara asked him what was going on.
“The guys are heading over in ‘bout an hour.” JJ reluctantly divulged the necessary information to her and watched as Kiara's look of understanding melted into moderate disappointment. Heaving a light-hearted sigh, Kiara let her hands slide down JJ's shoulders, over his biceps, his forearms, until they reached their destination at his hands. She laced her slim fingers between his own and raised them up on either side of their chests, making them the perfect mirrored reflection of each other.
“So much for alone time,” Kiara said with a wry smile. JJ squeezed her hands in sympathy.
Next time he was definitely sending their friends halfway across the island. Or, you know what? The whole way, fuck it, might as well be thorough.
“I guess we better hurry." JJ tried lightening the mood by wiggling his eyebrows suggestively, knowing he had been successful when Kiara playfully rolled her eyes in response. With a smirk JJ tangled his fingers in the curls at the back of her head and pulled Kiara down into another heated kiss.
Their temporary intermission now officially over, JJ started thrusting up into her again with a greater sense of urgency. Kiara met him in the middle each time, dropping her hips just as he was pushing up, the effortless synchronization creating the perfect amount of friction where they were connected.
It turns desperate; their desire to touch and feel and consume each other completely a living, breathing entity that resides in both of them, always present and ever-growing, but only given permission to run free in rare moments like this. When it was just the two of them in their own little bubble, the rest of the outside world tuned out around them.
Forever twin flames, JJ and Kie.
When Kiara pushes his shoulders back down onto the mattress JJ follows her lead blindly, (would follow her anywhere, really), and bends to her will without a second thought. Placing the flat of both her palms on his abs, Kiara used him for leverage as she began to bounce herself up and down on his cock, the steady slap slap slap of skin hitting skin drowning out the low hum of the refrigerator and the distant sounds of chickens clucking outside.
JJ's glad to see he isn't the only one eagerly racing towards the grand finale; a symphony of punched out gasps of pleasure tumbling out of her mouth and mixing with his own. As incredible as this all felt, JJ was adamant that he get Kiara off first, because he was a gentlemen, after all. And because Kiara wasn’t the only one with something to prove.
JJ licked the pad of his right thumb and reached between her legs to press down on her swollen clit, rubbing quick, tight circles against the little bundle of nerves, sending Kiara’s sensitivity skyrocketing.
“Right there,” she whines while looking down at him with hooded eyes, her voice husky and frantic.
She's close, he knows it. She just needs a little bit more.
JJ wraps his free hand around the meat of her thigh and squeezes, adding another point of contact and asks, “Feel good, baby?”
His leading question prompts the desired result right out of her, just like he knew it would.
“Yes. Keep going. Don't stop. Oh, oooh, Jage—"
JJ nearly loses his breath as several things happen all at once. Kiara's hips buck and stutter to a halt as her inner walls clenched and quivered around his dick, her orgasm slamming into her like a freight train. She throws her head back with her mouth open, but no sound comes out. For a second she's rendered speechless.
JJ tries not to feel too smug about that.
“Yeah. That’s my girl,” JJ praises her, hopelessly enraptured as he slows his thumb down into light-pressured flicks, prolonging her pleasure.
Kiara's body gives a violent shudder and suddenly she can't keep quiet. “Ooooh shit! Fuck! Ahhh. Yes. Mmmm…”
Even biting down on her bottom lip doesn't stifle her moans completely, and it's such an erotic sight that JJ can feel his cock give a desperate twitch inside her. He wasn't going to last much longer.
“Goddamn," he hears himself whisper under his breath. Kiara hears it too, and when she still manages to throw a knowing grin his way despite her heaving chest and all around fucked-out appearance—JJ knows it's all over for him.
With a minimum amount of effort JJ flips their positions and lowers Kiara down on her back, slipping out of her as he does so. Kneeling back on his haunches, JJ gathers both of her legs into his arms and squeezes them together before resting her feet over one of his shoulders. Kiara’s limbs are loose and pliable as she watches JJ maneuver her into position with a starry look on her face, still riding the high of her orgasm.
JJ turns his chin and presses a kiss against her ankle bone. “My turn,” he murmurs before guiding his member back inside her wet cunt. She’s even tighter in this position, and while looping his arms around her knees and upper thigh area, JJ starts to pound into her.
Still sensitive, Kiara mewls and twists her fingers into the blankets for purchase. JJ knows he's rushing as he quickly approaches his climax, smacking his hips against her thighs without rhyme or reason, but Kiara doesn’t seem to mind; her loud moaning only encouraging him to go faster, harder, deeper. From the way she's writhing beneath him JJ figures without allowing her recovery time in between from her perspective it must feel like one long, drawn out orgasm that might never end.
It's a combination of her boyfriend’s concentrated grimace leaning over her and the near overwhelming stimulation that triggers another wave to bubble up inside Kiara's body, not unlike the anticipation of waiting for a tsunami to hit, threatening to wash away all of her senses completely.
“Harder! Feels so good!” Kiara cried out, her death grip switching from the blankets to JJ’s hips. Her nails bite into his skin and leave an irritated red trail as she drags them down, creating visible scratch marks that JJ would later wear like a badge of honour the next time his swim trunks dipped low enough to attract some questioning looks from their nearby friends.
“Gonna give me one more?” JJ huffs out, sounding hoarse but excited at the prospect. Kiara responds by shakily nodding her head over and over again before reaching down between her legs to finish herself off.
That’s all it takes for JJ to finally go tumbling off the edge. A guttural groan escapes his mouth as he releases inside her, gripping onto her thighs for dear life when he feels Kiara clamping down around him for the second time in a row.
As a deafening white noise temporarily fills his ears JJ leisurely pumps inside her once, twice, three more times before finally slowing to a stop. Kiara’s legs fall open like jello as JJ releases her creating space for him to carefully collapse down on top of her and curl his body around hers. When Kiara guides his head to rest on her chest with a warm hand at the back of his neck, JJ can hear her thunderous heartbeat matching his own.
They’re both a little sweaty now and smell of sex, but they fall into a comfortable silence just like this, cherishing the simple act of holding each other close after making their partner feel good. It takes a full three minutes before they’re able to catch their breath again.
“God we’re good at that,” Kiara sighs, a tinkle of laughter following soon after. JJ laughs too as he pushes himself up on his elbows to look at her beautifully flushed face.
“Only getting better, baby,” JJ boasted, his ego feeling particularly inflated at the moment. Kiara smiles and shakes her head at him.
JJ leans in and wipes the exasperation right off her lips as he initiates one final, lingering kiss between them. After they part, JJ’s next words come easy to him.
“I love you so fucking much.”
There was a time when even the thought of uttering the L word terrified JJ to his very core, always holding on to this deeply rooted, visceral fear that this thing between them that was so good and so easy and so right could shatter with such a monumental declaration.
Growing up in a home where the two people who were supposed to love him the most only ever abandoned him, neglected him or beat him, JJ had come to view love as an ugly, dirty thing tainted by anger and pain and loneliness.
But then he met the Pogues, his best friends in the whole world, and the near impenetrable wall JJ had built around his heart to protect himself came crumbling down around him. There was no other word to describe how he felt about his found family, no other word that held the same weight for something he felt down to his very core and throughout every fiber of his being.
It wasn’t easy to unlearn what he had been so cruelly taught at such a young age, but eventually JJ learned to open his heart again; to be vulnerable, to trust, and to believe that love could bring so much more than just heartache and suffering, that there was goodness to be found within it as well.
JJ thought he had finally figured it all out, this whole love thing. At least the platonic/familial side of it. But then six months ago Kiara had kissed him, and suddenly JJ found himself believing in something that was so much more than what his parents had done to him. Even more than what the Pogues had done for him.
It was everything. She was everything, and now that he knew she felt the same way about him telling her just that was as easy as fixing up the engine on an old, busted up truck or catching the perfect wave on his board. It was like breathing, and that was something JJ had vowed to never let himself take for granted.
There’s a moment after he says it where Kiara’s features intermittently soften, her warm brown eyes conveying something that a simple string of words never properly could, and JJ recognizes it as one of those rare moments where Kiara felt comfortable enough to let down her guard. Every now and then her mask of bravado would slip, and as much as JJ loved Kiara’s feistier side, (loved stoking the flames of it even more), there was a sweet magic that came with being one of the few people in the entire world Kiara Carrera trusted enough to let the complexities of her character truly shine through around.
The woman beneath him now was gentle in her tranquility; her open heart drawing him in like the fluorescent spotlight from a lighthouse on a stormy night at sea, guiding him back to where he knew deep down he had always belonged. Back to her, back to home.
Since both of them were slightly allergic to emotional sincerity the moment comes and goes just a few seconds later with a deflection of humour, but no matter how briefly the curtain had fallen JJ still felt the remnants of their deeper connection thrumming through his veins; it was a constant comfort he hoped to never lose his grip on.
Kiara reaches out to him and tousles his hair. “You’re just saying that because of the mind-blowing sex we just had.”
JJ snorts. “Probably.”
Kiara wastes no time and pushes him off of her before rolling into a sitting position on the edge of the pull-out, JJ laughing merrily as he flops down onto the mattress behind her. Kiara picks up his long forgotten T-shirt from the floor and slips it over her head, telling him “We better get cleaned up before the guys get here,” as she finally stands.
The shirt drapes loosely from her body, the hem dipping down just below her thighs. His clothes always looked ridiculously big on her small frame, but it was one of JJ's favourite forms of casual intimacy between them, even before they had gotten together. As humorous as their difference in size was, Kiara still looked adorable in his T-shirt, and JJ couldn't stop himself from reaching out and smacking her on the ass before she could move too far away from him.
Kiara tosses him a dirty look over her shoulder, distinctly unimpressed by his behaviour, but there's no real bite behind the glare which only makes JJ beam even harder. He knew he'd pay for that one later, but that was part of the fun. He watches her walk out of the room and down into the hallway until she's out of his view. JJ waits for the distinct creaking sound of the bathroom door closing before he scoots himself back up to the head of the couch and makes himself comfortable leaning back on a few pillows.
After running his hand through his hair a few times then reaching back to use it to prop up his head, JJ reaches over and retrieves the joint, not wanting their limited stash to go to waste. He’s the perfect picture of mellowed the fuck out as he allows himself a few minutes to bask in the quiet-calm of the afterglow alone; taking a drag ever so often, breathing in the soothing smell of smoke and their lingering scents all mixed together, feeling no real urgency to cover his nude body as the sheets tangle around his bare legs.
He feels such a poignant sense of peace wash over him when he hears the old, rusted pipes of the Chateau groan to life as the shower turns on. It comes with the knowledge that his person—the love of his goddamn life—was just on the other side of the wall and that she’d be coming back to him to just chill and enjoy each other's company until their friends arrived for a night of fun and games. Real domestic shit he might be embarrassed to admit out loud, but JJ thinks, (not for the first time), that he could spend the rest of his life just like this.
He’s pulled from his train of thoughts when the bathroom door opens again and Kiara peaks around the corner at him. Leaning against the wall wearing nothing but his shirt and an achingly tender smile, Kiara asks, “You coming?”
And as a self-proclaimed expert in Kiara-speak, JJ knows what she really means is “I love you too.”