"You calling my dick tiny?" he asks with a sideways glance and a raised eyebrow, which lifts even higher at her blush. [It might kill his ego. Besides, Finn's isn't longer. At least, not when they've got them out and Santana's got a ruler in her hands because they're, like, sixteen and this shit is important, okay?] The blush morphs into sudden surprise, and he kind of shakes his head like it doesn't matter to him because it's senior prom and the junior prom they had last year kind of sucked ass anyway [except for Finn getting kicked out, which was kind of funny]. "I don't know if I'm gonna go 'cuz last year sucked, but if you don't have anybody to go with or anything and you wanna go, we could go," is all he says. He might as well cut off his balls and hand them to her right now.
With a grunt, he drops his hand, leaning the side of his head against the headrest, gaze staring through the window at a point over Rachel's shoulder. Your rep, blah blah blah, always cared, blah blah, badass, blah blah blah blah blah, and then she's leaning closer and moving towards him and kissing him, and his arms wrap around her body and haul her closer. He'd be an idiot to push her away now.
He doesn't release her entirely; even as he drives the remainder of the way to his house, he keeps his arm over her shoulder, her body tucked against his side, his lips kissing her temple every so often. The drive is brief, and he removes his arm and opens the driver's side door, sliding from it [he catches her when she slides out after him, catching a little view and a lot of handful of bare ass, and fuck he loves that] and ignoring the backpacks in the truck bed. The cap will keep them safe and dry.
Jogging to the front door of his house, he unlocks the door like he's done a million times before [he can sneak in without waking Hannah or his mother, which is a talent developed from years of practice] and nudges her inside, shutting and locking the door easily behind her before exhaling. "We're here now and you can totally touch my dick now," he says before he can stop himself.
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Date: 2011-11-13 05:18 am (UTC)With a grunt, he drops his hand, leaning the side of his head against the headrest, gaze staring through the window at a point over Rachel's shoulder. Your rep, blah blah blah, always cared, blah blah, badass, blah blah blah blah blah, and then she's leaning closer and moving towards him and kissing him, and his arms wrap around her body and haul her closer. He'd be an idiot to push her away now.
He doesn't release her entirely; even as he drives the remainder of the way to his house, he keeps his arm over her shoulder, her body tucked against his side, his lips kissing her temple every so often. The drive is brief, and he removes his arm and opens the driver's side door, sliding from it [he catches her when she slides out after him, catching a little view and a lot of handful of bare ass, and fuck he loves that] and ignoring the backpacks in the truck bed. The cap will keep them safe and dry.
Jogging to the front door of his house, he unlocks the door like he's done a million times before [he can sneak in without waking Hannah or his mother, which is a talent developed from years of practice] and nudges her inside, shutting and locking the door easily behind her before exhaling. "We're here now and you can totally touch my dick now," he says before he can stop himself.