Jack Bailey (lucky_jack_) wrote in tiberiusswann, @ 2012-10-08 21:30:00 |
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Entry tags: | greg, jack |
Monday October 7th 2019
Who: Jack and Greg
What: An afternoon cheap date
Where: The common room
When: Late in the day
Rating: TBD
Greg had everything ready by the time Jack got there. Gooey pb&j sandwiches along with a jug of milk with pb&honey-banana sandwiches as well. There may even have been some Reeses cups thrown in somewhere as well. A few funny movies were tossed into Greg's bag of stuff for the day. If there was nothing on TV, then they could pop in a movie. Sitting on the counter, already biting into a naner sandwich, he waited for Jack, munching away.
Jack was nervous about this date. For lots of reasons, but mostly because she had never been on one before. She had slept with a few guys, but none of them had ever bothered with the dating thing. She had never had time before. Now, since she was here and she didn't have to grift money for her family, Jack found herself with an abundance of time.
Having decided on a pair of jeans and one of Taylor's tee shirts (his favorite, incidentally), Jack sauntered her way into the common room with fake confidence and a bright smile. "Hey handsome," she said, hopping up on the counter beside him. "Started without me? I hope that doesn't happen all the time..."
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Greg himself had tried dating before, but mostly it ended with the girl showing up and just getting weirded out that he looked old enough to be her father and that wast that. Jack apparently didn't care, so that was good. Dressed in jeans with ripped knees, dirty sneakers, and a TOOL t-shirt, he felt rather relaxed. Seeing Jack come over, he smiled and waved as he chewed.
Swallowing, he chuckled. "Only when there's food involved. Otherwise it wouldn't be fun," he smirked at her, licking his thumb free of honey.
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Snatching the other half of Greg's sandwich from his hand, Jack took a huge bite, and grinned at him with her mouth full. She had been so nervous for nothing. It was just Greg, and they were just hanging out like they had before. "Sho," she said, muffled, "dish ish rerry good. Fick." Licking the corner of her mouth, she added "Yike yer cock."
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"All I got was 'good' and 'cock,' " Greg chuckled as he handed Jack a cup of milk. "I brought movie too in case there wasn't anything on TV," he said, pointing to a plastic bag he'd brought everything in. "I figured at the very least we could pass the time with something funny instead of awkward silence. That is, if we're not in either of our rooms by the end," he waggled his eyebrows, joking.
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Taking the milk, Jack swallowed her mouthful, shooting Greg a playful angry look. "I said it was thick like your cock," she informed him. "Though thankfully your dick isn't drippy like this." She could easily get diabetes from this sandwich, and she totally didn't care. It was delicious. "So what kind of movies did you bring? I need to see if your taste in film is any good."
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"I figured you'd like your sandwiches like that," Greg said before grabbing his bag and pulling out the movies. "I have 'The Avengers 3,' 'Horrible Bosses,' and 'Hocus Pocus.' "Here. I grabbed kinda one of each kind."
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Scrunching her face, Jack debated the first two options, but settled on the third. The others were okay, junk Taylor liked. But the third... "I've never heard of that last one. What's it about?"
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"Oh, you are going to love it," Greg laughed. "It's from like the early 90's. It's about witches in Salem that come back to suck the souls of children so they can live forever. It's funny because it's three 1600 witches in the 1990's. I grew up on it. Love it for Halloween. You need to see it."
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The 90s? Sheesh, retro. Still, some good things had come from the 90s, so maybe it would be one of those timeless classics. "Okay," she said with a shrug, taking another bite of sandwich. "I'll give it a shot. We can like, compare it to actual witches that we know." Sliding off the counter, she made her way to the couch and sat down on one end, giving Greg the option of taking his own side of the couch or sitting close to her. She hoped for the latter but wouldn't say anything, in case he thought she was clingy and annoying or something.
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"Oh, I had a teacher like the red headed one back in California. I swear she was going to steal my soul if I hadn't aged," Greg said, seriousness in his tone. "It's mostly funny if you can suspend your beliefs a bit. There's even a friendly zombie named Billy." It was probably his most favorite movie, even of all time, not just at Halloween.
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"Friendly zombie, hm? I could get into that. Is this like one of those cheesy films that's so lame it's cool? Kinda like The Goonies?" That was one she had seen because her mom liked to think of herself as the child of the 80s so she made her brood watch all the 80s classics.
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"Yeah, basically," Greg nodded. "Though, I'm not sure anything can really top the Goonies." After the growth spurt, Greg spent a lot of time alone and watching TV. It was a given he'd be into any movie that wasn't a total waste of money. "Want me to pop it in?" He asked, hopping down from the counter and pulled out the peanut butter and grape jelly in case Jack wanted another sandwich.
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"Yeah totally, let's get this started! I like movies." Besides, it was supposed to be a cheap date, but a date nonetheless, and what better for a date than dinner and a movie? Even if dinner was a sandwich that a five year old could construct.
Curling up on her end of the sofa, Jack polished off her sandwich and waited for Greg to sit, watching him move as he put in the DVD. God, he really was cute. She wasn't usually into older guys, and he looked a hell of a lot older than her, but there was an obvious youth to him in the way he did things, and how he made faces at stuff, like when the DVD drive didn't open for too long a time. He was sweet. He reminded her of Taylor in a way, except with more emotion.
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"Cool," Greg said as he got to work. He fiddled with the DVD player till it would open then, fixed a few more sandwiches while the previews played. It felt good, almost normal. Fixing some sandwiches and hanging out with someone that wasn't forced to be around him or using him for booze and drugs. Putting the sandwiches on a paper plate, he carried that and the glasses of milk carefully to the table in front of them and set everything down. He was surprised the DVD still worked with how much he'd played it.
Sitting down on the sofa, next to Jack, Greg got comfortable. He wasn't too close to smother her, but close enough he could easily pull the stretch to arm around her move. He didn't expect any sex or anything other than hanging out on this date, which surprised him. Usually that was all he could hope for and even then, it was a big hope. Just having someone that wanted him to be there for the pure fact of it just being him there with her felt nice. He could get use to it.
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When Greg sat down beside her, Jack supressed a grin from breaking out on her face. He was close, nicely close, close enough that she could smell his deoderant. And, was that aftershave? It would make sense that he shaved but still, most teen guys didn't use aftershave. But Greg wasn't like most people. He was almost a man, but still someone Jack could relate too. Mostly.
As the movie started, Jack watched it and enjoyed it, but mostly she was completely aware as to how close Greg was to her, how when he sometimes moved his leg came so close to touching hers that she could almost feel his body heat. It made her heart leap every single time, and later she'd feel like a total tool but for the moment she just felt giddy.
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Jack seemed so comfortable in her corner of the couch. Greg was glad of that. There didn't seem to be any weird 'Careful not to touch' vibes, which some people got around him when they were the same age. He'd wanted to impress her, so he shaved and showered and made sure he generally didn't smell like a gross boy. Just. . . A boy. Or man in this case.
As the movie wore on, he decided it was time to take some action. Which meant he stretched his long arms up and put them on the back of the couch with one wrapping around Jack's side. Smooth.
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The second that Greg's arm moved for the kill, Jack was all too aware of it. And while she wanted him closer to her, she had been waiting for him to make a move, it was still cheesy as hell. "You're a tool," she told him playfully, leaning into his embrace and resting her head against his shoulder, one of her hands laying itself high on his thigh. "That was cheesy as hell."
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"Well, that's what the shirt says," Greg snickered as he let her get closer, snuggling in to get comfortable. "Hey, at least I did it," he pointed out, very aware of how high her hand was on his thigh. While nothing happened, it did feel very nice. He'd already dealt with the random erections so, this wasn't a big deal. Now, if the hand went further and started to rub, then they would have something in hand. Or she would. Grabbing a blanket, he tossed it over them both, just in case someone walked by. Didn't want to get grounded for being jerked off in the commons area.
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Greg was so warm, and strong, and his arm went totally around her. Jack was taller than most guys she knew, but Greg was just the right size. Once the blanket was over them, a fairly obvious sign as to where this was probably going to go, Jack squeezed greg's thigh gently, her hand creeping just a little higher. "They're sure making fun of that kid a lot for being a virgin," she pointed out idly. "He's only like sixteen, that's not that huge a deal. I bet that chick he's with is a total virgin. She looks like a prude."
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It was like finding that perfect spot in bed and just feeling comfortable without having to flop around. That's what Jack felt like right then. Feeling the hand, he shifted just a tiny bit. "I know. I mean, she's got the yabos to be a prude. All big and tied down. Yeesh. That's gotta hurt," he said making a face. "They were probably totally doing it back set though. They usually are, actors playing couples that is."
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"You think?" Cocking her head slightly, Jack looked between the two on screen actors, trying to decide if they had real chemistry. Mostly, she was just distracting herself from the thought that Greg's thick dick being only a few inches from her hand. They had a blanket on, they were alone in the common room. She could just go for it.
"I don't know if I'd wanna sleep with her if I were him. She's so... I dunno... Plain. Like there's nothing really interesting about her."
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"The plain ones are always the best. You can teach them stuff or talk them into things and they believe you," Greg said. "Not that I've done that. . . Or anything really bad." The correction was quick and he was hoping it wouldn't make Jack look at him like a weirdo.
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Scoffing hard, Jack rolled her eyes. "Puh-lease. Plain girls are prudes and bland and not interesting whatsoever. Trust me, they're just stuck up cunts. You're better off with a girl with a little... personality." Leaning more onto him, Jack's hand moved higher and rubbed his hip, her lips grazing briefly on the skin of his neck.