Baggage

[flwrpwr_vampyre]

Title: Baggage
Pairing: Sasan/Jessica - So NoTORIous/Heroes
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Het fic
Summary: Sasan was pretty sure this was the most freaked out he'd ever been in his entire life.
Notes: Beta'd by flying_monkees who also gave me quite a bit of help when I was stuck on this. Thank you so much! Written for the mission_insane table/promt: un-themed#6/baggage

Sasan was pretty sure this was the most freaked out he'd ever been in his entire life. This even topped the time he'd been convinced he was about to get beaten up over Tori's stupid blackberry.

The blonde chick in front of him, while spectacularly dressed, was clearly crazy. Like, straight-jacket-padded-room crazy. Her head snapped back and forth as two different voices argued with each other. Not only that, but the one that seemed to be in control wanted to fuck him. He was too scared to mention that he was gay. He really hoped the timid-sounding one won the argument.

He tried to move further back against his headboard and pulled his legs up to his chest, wrapping his arms tightly around them in order to make himself as small as possible. It didn't work very well and not for the first time he wished that he was shorter.

While he'd distracted himself wishing, the fight seemed to have ended. He almost squeaked as predatory eyes swung around to look at him. The smile she gave him was very sexual.

"Looks like I get to have my way this time," she purred. "Lucky you. Now stand up and let me see you properly."

He scrambled off the bed and stood, trying not to cringe as she circled him, looking him up and down. He felt a bit like a piece of meat.

"This…this isn't going to work," he stammered. "I don't know exactly what you want but-"

She interrupted him. "I want sex. Obviously, and quite frankly, I don't see why you're objecting."

He screwed up his courage, took a deep breath and blurted out, "Because I'm gay."

The silence in the room was deafening and he tried not to look at her but it was impossible. A smile spread across her face that sent curls of fear through his stomach.

"Then this really should be interesting, I've never tried a gay guy. Have you ever had a girl?"

Sasan shook his head, too horrified for words. He'd never even experimented. Why bother, when you knew you liked boys?

She turned around and stripped off the dress she was wearing -which was department store hot, red and slinky but had obvious flaws- and then removed what she was wearing under it.

She turned and saw him watching her. Preening, she asked, "Like what you see?"

He sighed.

"You look better then Tori but then again, she's like a coke-whore who’s dieted too much, that's how thin she is. Your abs are amazing, by the way, what do you do to keep them so tight? Your breasts are a little saggy but you are a bit older."

He clamped his mouth shut at the look she gave him.

"I'm not that much older then you and I think Niki breast fed," she snapped. "I wasn't around much when she got pregnant, it was miserable and damned if I was going to suffer for her idiocy. She got to have those nine months, and then some, all to herself"

He tried to digest this but was distracted when she stalked closer and started unbuttoning his shirt. He jerked back and she growled, yanking him closer, using his shirt.

"Stay still and I won't hurt you. No promises otherwise and trust me when I say I can really hurt you."

The smile on her face was unpleasant and he froze.

"So Niki is…the other one?" he asked, trying to ignore as she not so carefully unbuttoned his pajama shirt and tossed it aside.

"Yeah, she likes to think she's the main one in here," she tapped her head. "But she would be wrong. I'm the one who's really in charge, I just let her do her thing and then come along and fix what she's screwed up. Now, do you think you're capable of taking off your own pants or should I do that too?"

He shot her a look and slipped out of his pants. Unsure what to do with them, he folded them and moved to set them on his bedside table. Turning around he caught her smirking at his nudity.

"You go commando." She licked her lips. "Sexy."

He crossed his arms across his chest to stop himself from covering up. He hadn't felt this naked ever before, like she was looking into him. Then again, maybe she could.  Who knew?

She stalked over to him and moved his arms, looking admiringly at him. He actually managed to grin at that.

"Like what you see?" he threw her words back at her and was surprised when she laughed a not-so-scary laugh.

"So you have a sense of humor underneath the scared," she murmured, running painted nails over his chest. "And yes, I do. I've always liked tall, hairy guys."

He started laughing at that, not sure where the relaxed was coming from but, what the hell, everyone needed some experimentation. This would be his.

"Well, you've come to the right guy; I've got lots of hair."

She actually purred and he was shocked to find that the sound went straight to his dick. It twitched against her before it started to get hard. They both looked down at the same time and her face lit up like an excited kid.

She ran her finger along it and it hardened further as he groaned and his hips bucked forward. She grinned victoriously and sank to her knees. Shock ran through him, was she going to…oh god, yes she was. He let out another groan as wet heat surrounded him and he realized that this was no different then with a guy. Sure, when she stroked him her hand was small and soft but hell, so were a lot of guys' hands in L. A.

She deep-throated him and he let out some inarticulate sound and felt her lips curve in what he presumed was a smile. He didn't really care; he was too busy trying not to come. He fucking loved blowjobs and she was apparently spectacular at giving them.

He really liked what she was doing with her hands; one not-so-gently rubbing his balls the other sliding down his thigh and back up to slide through his pubic hair. She wasn't lying about liking hair, she kept moving her fingers through it and he'd never realized what a sensitive area it was.

Then she pressed a finger to his perineum and rubbed it around in small circles causing little sparks to show up in front of his eyes and the orgasm that had been building exploded through him. When he could focus again it was on her swallowing the last of him and licking her lips.

As she stood up and moved up to the bed he couldn't help but have a mini-freakout inside his head. Despite feeling oddly relaxed -more so since he'd come- he wasn't sure how she wanted this to work. He cleared his throat.

"You weren't expecting me to return the favor were you?"

He'd heard things about the female anatomy and his mind provided him with images of him doing something horribly wrong and Jessica either beating the shit out of him or killing him. He honestly wasn't sure which he'd prefer after putting his tongue...there.

"God no!  You think I'd let you down there? You'd probably break something."

Before he could decide whether or not he wanted to be insulted by that she slid back further on his bed and he realized that this was the first time it had ever had a naked female on it. His mother would be so proud. In fact, she'd probably pay Jessica. And then invite her to move in and-

"Do something useful instead of staring into space and get a fucking condom."

He snapped back into reality at her irritated words.

"What?"

"A condom," she repeated slowly and he glared at her.

"No need to be a bitch about it, I just didn't hear you. God, what is it about me that attracts bitchy females?"

He turned to the nightstand that was right behind him and rummaged around, trying to find the…there they were. The multipack that only had the 'for her pleasure' condoms left in it. He really needed to clean more often. He shrugged to himself and grabbed one.

When he turned back around it was to see her laughing. It was quiet, which was why he hadn't heard it.

"I really like you," she said when she calmed down. "You aren't a macho idiot but you certainly aren't a pussy."

"I'll take that as a compliment," he answered, sitting down on the bed next to her. He still held the condom, not quite sure what do with it as he wasn't hard again.

His dilemma was solved when she ran her fingers through his hair and yanked his head down to kiss her. It was rough and hard and when she hissed at him to bite her he did, feeling satisfied at the noise she made. She quickly returned the favor and it sent a jolt through him. When her hand slid down to grasp him he felt himself respond to it, swelling in her hand.

She continued the kiss, stroking him until he was bucking into her tightening grip. He couldn't believe that he thought this was hot but she knew just how to kiss, his lips felt swollen from the biting and the sheer ferocity of her lips on his.

She backed away abruptly and he would have complained but she was ripping the condom wrapper open with her teeth and rolling it onto him. Before he had a chance to be nervous again she was ordering him to move over her and he obeyed. She positioned him at her entrance and he was inside her before he could think about it and oh. 

This was good, not like he'd imagined sex with a woman at all. Sure it was different but not too different and he was thrusting and watching her reactions and that was a bit different, seeing a girl there. However he was still enjoying this, and so was she, and she met him thrust for thrust, her nails scoring down his back.

He was making incoherent sounds and when she moaned out “harder” he complied, she clearly wasn't one for gentle lovemaking and that was perfectly fine with him. She moved a hand down between them and did something that made her arch and gasp and he was amazed at how hot that was, moving faster of his own accord.

Then she seemed to be coming her free hand gripping his arm and the way she tightened around him in little ripples that felt spectacular. With that he came, sparks dancing across his vision and he was aware of her pulling him closer and kissing him again, a little slower and deeper this time. He groaned into her mouth as he came down, gasping a little. He pulled out and collapsed on his back beside her.

He lazily drew the condom off and tied it before dropping into the trash can handily placed beside his bed. They both lay there for a few minutes, catching their respective breaths. Then Jessica was up and he watched her get dressed. She moved to leave, pausing at the door.

"So, I'll be around," she said breezily, giving him a smirk.

"What?" He shot into a sitting position and stared at her. She gave him a look that said she thought he'd suddenly gone brain dead.

"I told you I liked you. And don't let me catch you with someone else in that bed or it will go badly for them."

With that she was gone and Sasan fell back on his bed. Great, this was great. He'd been claimed. Or something. And it wasn't like he could complain to Tori. It would make for a really awkward conversation when he then had to explain that he'd turned her down for sex for reasons other then his gayness.

A smile still crept across his face as he thought of the next time he'd see Jessica. This could end up being fun.