Max Lasko (maximus_prime) wrote in supernextdoor, @ 2012-04-22 23:05:00 |
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Entry tags: | 10.03.11, jayne, jayne and max, max |
Reasons to Stick Around
Who: Jayne and Max
What: Seeing the new house? Oh hell, who are we kidding?
When: Monday Afternoon
Where: Max's new place
Warnings: NSFW
As he usually did, Max had picked her up from school and asked if she wanted to have dinner with he and his brother and a girl that his brother was seeing. Of course she agreed, wanting to spend as much time as possible with max, but she wasn't going to be wearing her uniform to spend time with someone she didn't really know and with Max's brother so she decided they'd need to make a pitstop on the way. She asked Max to stop off at her house so she could change out of her uniform and into something more appropriate for dinner with his brother and his brother's sort of girlfriend. Once she was satisfied that she looked decent enough in her cute purple, off the shoulder dress, she returned to the car and they had a fairly uneventful car ride over to his new house. Save for the little glances that Max kept giving her every chance he got. She liked that it wasn't all that far from her place and the house was really adorable on the outside. "Nice place you've got here." she commented as they entered the home through the front door. "Are you going to give me the tour?" she questioned.
Because she wasn’t there when they looked at it. “You should have waited to change until later if you wanted a tour,” he told Jayne as he pulled her to him and kissed her. “Especially into that dress. You’re evil. You’re going to make me look at you in that all night and then have to take you home at a decent hour.” That was totally unfair.
Kissing him back, Jayne grinned at him and wound her arms around his neck. "You'd have felt the same even if I'd have been wearing my uniform." she reminded him. "The tour can wait. But I do want to see your bedroom." she smiled. He had his own place, a place with a bed that was his and that didn't smell like a hotel. It would be nice to snuggle up to him without the musky surroundings and Jayne was looking forward to that.
Okay, she had point. “That is just because you are that sexy, Princess,” he assured her. “But that dress? Is slow kill material. That is the kind of dress you wear when you want to make sure the date doesn’t end until you’re picking that dress up off the floor the next morning. Hence, you are evil.” Max grinned and took her hands, leading Jayne towards the basement stairs. “That is just one reason I wish it was Friday and not Monday.” If it was Friday he wouldn’t have to take her home and could keep her all night long and well into the next day. “It’s going to be harder to take you home tonight than it was the first time I had to.”
She smiled again at him, following him down the stairs. She liked when he got all riled up. It amused her greatly to know she had that sort of effect on him. "I have other dresses like this." she murmured to him. "So I'll be sure to wear one on Friday." she teased. Though she doubted she'd be wearing it very long with the way it seemed to affect Max.
Okay, now he really wished it was Friday. Max groaned. “Well, there’s a thought to want the weekend to hurry the hell up and get here,” he told her, pulling her into his arms when they reached the bottom. “You’re trying to kill me. It all makes sense now. You’ve got me alone and at your mercy and no housekeeping to find the body for days. I am so onto you.”
"Why would I want to kill you?" she questioned. "You're funny and smart and drop dead sexy. Take complete and total advantage of every inch of your body perhaps, but certainly not kill you." she assured him, wrapping her arms around him in return. She kissed him once before letting her eyes pan around the room. "Nice digs." she commented. "Definitely an upgrade."
Max had been joking, but he laughed when she told him she planned to take advantage of him now they had some real privacy. “Thanks,” he said, then hauled her up into his arms. “The bed needs something though.” He walked over and gently dropped her onto it, grinned impishly. “There, perfect.”
"If I wasn't already in love with you, that might have gotten me to fall." she teased as she laid back on the bed and looked up at him. "But I think it's still missing something." she smiled, gently patting the mattress beside her.
He grinned down at Jayne. “Hey, I start being unromantic and boring you’ll get tired of me,” he told her as he kicked off his boots before joining her. “Besides, you promised to jump on the bed with me, remember?” This was one of the reasons she was perfect for Max. She enjoyed his over the top, never grew up completely personality and only encouraged him to be himself more. Which was the best thing ever.
He was ridiculous and she loved that about him. Peter Pan syndrome to the fullest. Slipping her shoes off and letting the heels fall to the floor, she climbed into a standing position on the bed and held her hands out for his. "Well I can't break a promise to my prince." she smiled. She'd never met a guy like Max and she knew she'd never meet another. His free spirit certainly attracted her to him but it was so many other things that kept her coming back for more.
Max was forever young and yet managed to be grounded enough to keep them both on a realistic path. One of the few benefits to his crazy life. He’d learned to keep things light and still get things done. He wouldn’t be happy with someone who didn’t appreciate that. “I’d never get over it,” he told her as he stood up. The ceiling was kind of low, so he wasn’t going to be doing much bouncing. But it was the idea that countered. The freedom it represented. And the idea was fun. “Ready?” he asked her.
"Ready." she said with a nod, lacing her fingers through his. She was happy for him and his new found freedom. He deserved to be happy just as much as anyone else did. She drew in a breath and counted to three with him before bouncing on the bed that would now be his. It was ridiculous, but still fun and light and she couldn't have thought of a better way to celebrate the new place.
He was really happy for the first time in his life. And he had every reason to be. He wasn’t killing people anymore, had a job, two of his sibs had their heads on straight and were pretty happy, and he was in love. He had plenty of things to celebrate. He bounced up and down a bit, then grabbed Jayne around the waist and dropped onto the bed flat hauling her with him. Max knew how to fall without hurting either of them. He kissed her sweetly, brushing her hair back from her face. “So now what do you want to do?” he teased.
She grinned and then curled into him, her head resting against his chest as she closed her eyes. "Sleep." she murmured teasingly, opening one eye just a sliver so she could look at him and see his reaction.
Max let out a chuckle and wrapped his arms around her. Even though he knew she was bullshitting him, he couldn’t help but look forward to that part too. Especially with her curled up against his chest like that. “Before I get a chance to wear you out?” he teased her back. “That’s no fun.”
Jayne smiled and opened her eyes, glancing up at him fully this time. "You're right." she murmured. "So what are you waiting for, Mr. Lasko?" she questioned. "How do you plan to wear me out?"
He grinned down at her, leaning over to kiss her again. “Well,” he began, wrapping his arms around Jayne’s waist and shifting so he was over her. “I was thinking about starting with some long, slow, sexy foreplay,” Max continued, then got an absolutely sneaky grin on his face and started tickling her girlfriend. “But I changed my mind.”
She was falling into the moment, about to let out a little groan when he tickled her and instead urged laughter from the svelt teenager. "Max!" she cried, wriggling and doing her best to get away from his tickling fingers. "So not fair." she whined. He was so evil. It worked in his favor that he was adorable as well.
Max laughed again and leaned down to kiss her, not letting her squirm away from his tickling fingers. “Oh?” he teased as he let her have a break to catch her breath. “You have a better idea, Ms. Gibbons?” It was only fair to let her get a chance to get him back. Max could take it as well as he could dish it out.
Jayne was still laughing in between gasps of air. "I think you should go back to your first idea." she smiled. "It was a good one. Otherwise I just might have to christen this bed all by myself."
Oh, because threatening to start without him ever did anything but encourage him. “Oh, and just how do you plan to do that?” he challenged, shifting onto his side next to her so Jayne could move a bit. “Because this I gotta see.” He was only partially kidding. It was totally hot to watch her play with herself.
Jayne smirked at him, shifting enough that she could lay her head back against his pillow. Her long hair had been worn down and it laid in gentle waves around her head. Sliding her fingers up her thighs and beneath the hem of the dress, she hooked the side of her panties and drew them slowly down her body. Lifting her legs into a bent position as she did so, she pulled said panties off and let them fall to the floor. Her eyes wandered across his face and she smirked a little, letting her knees come together as she bent them, her feet against the mattress. "How's that for a start?" she murmured, parting her knees slowly and revealing a little more of the heated juncture between her thighs to him with every teasing inch that her legs parted.
Max felt his mouth go dry as Jayne started undressing and teasing him with her sexy body. God damn. “That is a really good start,” he breathed, forcing his eyes up to her face. “You are so damn sexy, baby.” She was. Especially when she was torturing him like this.
"Well why don't you do something about it?" she questioned, a little gleam in her eye as her fingers traveled downward over her body towards the hem of her dress. Urging it upwards inch by inch, she watched his face and the reactions he had towards each movement she made.
That was no fun. Besides, she hadn’t even got the skirt all the way up to anything interesting. “What if I like to watch?” Max challenged, especially since it was obvious he was watching. She was too damned hot to take his eyes off for long.
If he wanted to watch, she was going to gladly let him watch. Slowly she got up to her knees on the bed and inched her dress up her legs a little more, taking her time as she revealed more and more of her body to him. After a brief moment or two, she removed it altogether and tossed it aside, leaving her in nothing but her bra which was soon to be gone soon enough. Her hair fell over her shoulder a bit as her hands came up her back to the fastenings of the bra and she unhooked the little clasps and slid the piece of clothing off. It too made its way to the floor leaving her nude and on her knees before him. "Tell me what you want to see, Maxy." she breathed, her fingers teasing over the pale skin of her lower stomach. Her nipples already hardening at the thought of the sound of his voice alone, let alone the way he looked as he watched her.
Max’s brain had checked out when the dress came off. Especially when she lost the bra. Yes, he’d probably seen Jayne naked more than he’d seen her dressed. But that didn’t mean that hot naked girlfriend didn’t have the same effect every time. Now she expected him to form whole, coherent thoughts and make words? That was totally unfair. “Ah-,” he managed to start. “Sorry, you broke my brain. In a good way.” His eyes swept over here. “Because...damn.’
She liked when he started to get speechless. More so she loved that it was because of her that he felt that way. Her fingers brushed upwards over her flat stomach and further to cup her breasts. They weren't the most giant pair in the world, but they were a handful at least and Max seemed to like them just fine. "Someone's speechless." she breathed, her voice a lusty whisper.
They were boobs. They were perky and sweet and cute. Max has no problems with her boobs. And what she lacked in tits she made up for in leg alone. Jayne was hot as hell. “Yeah, well look at you,” he pointed out. “You’re so hot you give me heat stroke. I feel all light headed and weak when you get so sexy on me.” Which wasn’t completely true, but he was definitely feeling light headed from the blood rushing to groin top speed.
She smirked at his cheesy excuses. It was adorable the way he talked to her sometimes and it just made her love him all the more. The fact that he could be dorky and sweet even in the midst of something like what was bound to happen between them said a lot about the man and their relationship in general. "Heat stroke, huh?" she murmured. "Well I wouldn't want to worsen your condition. Maybe I should put my clothes back on." she teased.
It was not a cheesy excuse. She was just that hot. It was all the truth. Max wasn’t exactly one to play it cool all the time. “Putting your clothes back on would definitely not help at all,” he told her. “We just need to vent some of the steam pouring off you.” He grabbed Jayne and pulled her to him, hands skimming down her side to grab her ass. “God, babe. Want you so bad.”
Jayne slid her fingers down the front of his shirt and lower still, ghosting over the zipper and the noticeable bulge in the front of his jeans. "I can tell." she said with a little groan, her thighs pressing together. The heat between them was certainly rising and she already felt like she was on fire.
Max moaned and lolled his head back when she teased him like that. “Okay, clothing going now,” he said as he yanked his tee shirt over his head and tossed it aside. Standing up, he unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans before ditching them and his boxers in one go. Now he was as naked as she was and she could definitely see how worked up she had him. Getting back on the bed, he pulled Jayne to him and started kissing her.
She watched him as he removed his clothes, finding that as usual she couldn't keep her eyes off of him when he was stripping down. She'd seen him naked too many times to count, but each time only let her notice new things about him. "Much better." she whispered against his mouth, her fingers wrapping around him and giving him a few lazy little strokes. Her thumb brushed over the tip of his cock and she shudders slightly against his lip. Teasing him never got old.
He groaned as she wrapped her hand around his cock and started stroking him. Because he wasn’t already throbbing. “No it’s not,” he protested, pushing her back onto the bed. Max settle between Jayne’s long legs, shifting himself out of her hand so he could tease her slit with his hard cock. “But getting there.” He wanted to make sure she was ready first.
It was definitely getting there. She parted her thighs a bit more to make more room for him to comfortably settle against her, hips rolling towards him as her head lolled back. It took her a long moment to recover from just the teasing feel of him against her, lifting her head again to look at him. "Make love to me." she whispered as she leaned up to catch his mouth.
Oh God, that invitation was more than enough. Max groaned into her mouth as he kissed Jayne, then pushed into her. Fuck, that was always awesome. That first moment when he was pressing into her. She was so tight and hot and wet. He moaned against her lips as he pushed in to the hilt, rolling his hips and shifting until he was fully seated and could feel her responding to the angle. Then he started slowly thrusting, wrapping her up tightly in his arms. Yeah, this was even better than he was expecting.
Jayne gasped against his lips as he pressed into her. They'd done this many times but slow usually wasn't the way it went. Not that she minded his rough, delicious movements in the slightest, but there was something different about this coupling. She moved her own hips against his just as slowly, meeting each thrust in effort to make him sink deeper inside of her. Her arms wound around him, drifting over his bare back. Burying her face in against the crook of his neck, she groaned again.
“Love you,” he moaned as he kept thrusting. Slow he was managing, but gentle wasn’t going to last. She just felt too good not to just pound through the bed. Especially the way she was pushing up against him. He groaned into her soft hair as he kept thrusting, overwhelmed by the intensity and intimacy this time. It was like the last wall keeping them from completely letting go together had been busted down. He was staying and he was staying with her. She seemed to really believe that now that he’d bought a house with his brother. Which made him even more glad they’d done it.
Overwhelmed was exactly the word to describe how Jayne felt. He was staying with her. The house a testament to that fact. He'd told her that he was going to stick around, but it was hard to believe those words when they were always being said in some hotel room. She trusted him and loved him, but it felt more real now. Any doubts she'd had were pushed away and she was left with only love, admiration and trust for the man moving above her. Her legs rose a bit on his hips, wrapping around his body as she arched against him. Her fingers slipped into his hair and she gave it gentle little tugs. "I love you." she whimpered out in return.
Wild horses couldn’t drag him away at this point. Josh coming back and delivering an ultimatum wouldn’t make him change his mind. Max was in love for the first time in his life and it was the best thing ever. He groaned as Jayne wrapped herself around him tighter. “Oh God, baby,” he moaned. “So good. Love you.”
The best thing ever. Most definitely. Jayne was reduced to not so quiet moans and cries of pleasure. Even his slow pace drew out sounds that she was thankful the ceiling above them likely drowned out. She doubted his brother would want to be hearing the goings on downstairs. "Maxy..." she breathed, the word more of a moan than a word really. Feeling this good should be a crime.
Yeah, well, that’s why he’d wanted the basement. He planned on having Jayne over as much as possible and she was loud and he liked it. He didn’t even know if his brother was home, and right now, it was the last thing on his mind. “So good,” he agreed in a low moan. “Tell me how it feels, princess. How you want it.” God, this was the hottest time ever.
Jayne's fingernails scraped down his back and over the curve of his ass. Gripping his backside, she rocked her hips towards his firmly. "Harder." she whispered against his ear, tugging at his earlobe as she rolled her hips against him once more. "Feels s'good." she moaned.
Max let out a louder moan of his own when she clawed at his back and ass. Oh yeah, that was awesome. Harder he could definitely do, because now he really wanted to pound her through the bed. He started thrusting harder and faster, shuddering as she teased his earlobe. “So good,” he repeated. “God, baby, more. Give it to me loud.”
Loud was the area that Jayne never had a problem with. Especially when her lips were right against his ear. Each thrust, pounding her against the mattress, drew her closer to the edge. The closer she got the louder her cries became. She was trembling by now, her hands sliding back up his back, nails biting against his skin and then drifting up into his hair. Her cries became more shallow and even louder, stutters to punctuate each thrust he made against her. She was spiralling further and further over the edge until she burst. Like fireworks, bright and loud, she went off, fingers clenching in his hair, body arching and lips parting in a cry of his name.
Oh God. Max just kept plowing into Jayne’s pussy, getting more and more worked up as she did. This was so hot and so good and he’d lost the ability to think of better adjectives awhile ago, his brain was just hung up on hot and good and hard and fast and deep. When she came so loud and hard, she dragged him over with her. Max let out his own yell of pleasure as he exploded inside of her, pumping her full of come as he shuddered and kept pushing into her until he was done. It was always good, but that had just been amazing.
Jayne shuddered beneath him, a sharp aftershock hitting her as soon as he exploded. She jerked and let out another cry, a quieter one than before but still plenty loud. She held tight to him, her body trembling and aching in such a perfect way that she never wanted to move from where she was at that very moment.
Max just held her for a few moments, trying to catch his breath and get his brain to start functioning on a higher level than sex. “Do I have to take you home tonight?” he managed to rasp. He didn’t want to move away from her for the rest of the night. Let alone take her back to her brother’s house and sleep by himself in the same bed without her.
She didn't want him to take her home. She wanted to stay there with him like this forever. "I don't want you to..." she admitted softly. "I could call Rupert..." And beg him to let her stay over. Maybe he'd be busy with Izumi and if she promised to go to school the next day he couldn't really be angry with her, could he? She could get a ride to her house to pick up her things and everyone would be happy. Especially her.
Max knew better. Once they got wrapped up in each other, the entire world stopped existing. The idea of calling her brother to ask if she could sleep over was just...ridiculous and brought him back to reality. Stupid reality. “Yeah, and tell him what?” he pointed out wryly. “We’ll survive. It just means I get to keep you all weekend. Preferably right here.” And he had her with him right now, which was good enough. He leaned down to kiss Jayne sweetly. “I love you, princess.”
"And tell him I'm eighteen?" she said with a little smile as she kissed him in return. "I love you too." she whispered. But he was right, she'd have to go home like a good girl, but at least she'd have the weekend with him and she intended to spend every second of it in Max's bedroom most likely. "The weekend." she sighed dreamily. "Curled up with you right here all weekend sounds perfect."
She was eighteen, but she had school tomorrow. It was kind of sticking point for Max, who was determined to be supportive and take care of her. Which meant making sure she went to school and not distracting her too much until she graduated. “That sounds like a plan,” he told her, reversing their positions, so she could snuggle against him more comfortably. “And we can definitely stay here until dinner. Eli and I cooked for you girls. I hope you like chili.”
She smiled down at him, her fingers dancing over his chest. "Sounds perfect." she murmured, resting herself in against his shoulder. "I love you, Maxy." she whispered. "I'm glad you decided to stick around."
He chuckled. “Where else would I want to be?” he said. “My sister and brother want to stay. My incredibly sexy, gorgeous girlfriend is stuck here for another year at least. I have no one else. So yeah, this is definitely where I want to be. Especially right here, right now.” He kissed her again.
"You stayed." she whispered. "And even if I'm not the only reason you stuck around, it means a lot to me that you love me enough to take me into consideration." she murmured. "I don't think I'd make it through you leaving." she told him, sliding her fingers over his cheek. "So stick around for the rest of forever, okay?"
Max smiled and kissed Jayne again. “I will stay with you forever,” he said. “Although if you head off somewhere for college, I’ll have to figure something out. Because I cannot take being that far away from you for weeks at a time.”
She smiled at him and shook her head. "There are dance programs at colleges close by." she promised him as she caught his lips again. "You can barely make it a day without me." she smirked.
“I can’t,” he admitted. “So that makes me happy to hear. Although when you make it big, I will have no problem chasing you all over the world. There’s a lot of places I’ve never been I’d like to see, you know?”
Jayne smiled at him. "With you being my cheerleader, I think I just might make it big." she murmured, kissing him again. It was hard not to smile when she was around Max and she found that she didn't mind it in the slightest.
“You think?” he scoffed. “I know you will. Just don’t leave me too far behind. Because I’m totally lost without you.” He kissed Jayne again, dismissing the thought that there was a chance someday she’d outgrow him. She was destined for big things and Max was pretty content with what he’d managed to eke out of the world now that he could enjoy living in it. He didn’t want to hold her back. Ever.
"I could never leave you behind." she said, shaking her head a little. "You're the whole reason I want to make something of myself. So I can be half the person you seem to think that I am." He always had this massive amount of confidence in her and she wanted to make him proud.
Max chuckled. “You are everything I think you are and more,” he replied. “Stop selling yourself so short. You would have made something of yourself without me. I’m just lucky enough to get to come along for the ride and help you get there.”
She smiled. "You always say the best things." she whispered, catching his lips again. "Makes me feel pretty amazing, you know."
He grinned. “I want you to feel amazing,” he assured her. “Because you are. And it gets me laid more.” He might was well be completely honest. He pulled Jayne down for another kiss, wrapping his arms around her more tightly. This just felt good, laying in his bed with her in his arms, talking about the future and making plans. This is what people were supposed to do. It was awesome.
"I think a billion different things get you laid more." she told him. "Like that cute smile of yours. Or the fact that you have a big, huge, gigantic... brain." she smiled, catching his lips in a little laugh filled kiss. "Amongst other things."
Max groaned. “I thought you were going to say mouth,” he teased. “Which is more accurate. I have never claimed to be the brains of any outfit. This one included.” He kissed Jayne again.
"Well you have a big mouth too." she agreed. "Sexy lips and that grin of yours, but that's not the only reason you get laid a lot." she assured him. "You're sweet and seductive and you've got a big, huge, gigantic cock to go along with that mouth of yours."
He laughed at that. “Well, I’m glad you appreciate all of my assets,” he agreed. “I’m not sorry to say you get laid so much just because you are gorgeous and willing. Your standards are clearly higher than mine.”
She rolled her eyes. "Oh really now? Not because you love me but because I'm gorgeous and willing? How many other gorgeous and willing girls get laid so much?" she teased, smirking a little even as she asked the question. As much as they had sex, she doubted he was putting out all over town.
“No, I totally would have boned you as many times as you would have let me before I fell in love with you,” he told her. “The fact I love you just means I get the mind blowing sex of my life. So bonus all around.” He rolled his eyes. “None. I can’t even keep up with you.”
She grinned at him. "Better not be." she murmured, kissing his neck lightly and letting her eyes close. "Wouldn't want to hex a bitch."
Max shook his head. “Why would I need any other girl?” he challenged. “I have a hot, sweet, young girlfriend who can bend herself like a pretzel. You think they can compete with that?”
Well, that was true. "No." she admitted. "Not to mention the fact that you're completely and utterly in love with me." she grinned, kissing his neck again and letting her fingers slide up into his hair. "And the feeling's mutual baby."
“That too,” he agreed. “Really, I am completely content right now.” Well, for now he was. “Especially if you promise not to move or put anything back on until we have to make ourselves presentable for dinner.”
She smiled at his words. "I promise." she said softly. "So long as you can promise me a round two between then and now." she smirked, lifting her head up enough that she could look at him. "Preferably up against some wall or bent of something."
“I can get behind that plan,” Max agreed, pulling her close for another kiss. They had all afternoon, after all. And there was still the shower they had to take as well. Yeah, he liked having his own place. Definitely.