justfckme - December (Prompt Set 3)
5. Sex gone wrong
"Okay. Okay, just calm yourself down. You're going to be fine. No, you're going to be better than fine. You're going to be James, Sex God. You're going to be awesome." James' pep talk wasn't going so well. He was pacing around his dorm room, constantly wiping his cold, clammy hands on the back of his pants, trying to keep his breathing at least somewhat regular so he didn't pass out. He and his girlfriend had decided to finally take it to the next step, and this next step would have been the first for him.
He had tried having a discussion with one of his older friends, who was a senior and therefore much more experienced than James was. Or at least he thought so. He had given him pointers, what to do, what not to do, what not to say, what definitely not to say under any circumstances, and anything else he could think of. He had given him a couple of condoms, too, which James now remembered were wedged in his wallet. He took it out of his back pocket, and examined the wrapped rubber circle. He scrutinized it, back and front, reading the instructions. It eventually all started blurring together until he wasn't entirely sure what he was supposed to do. Deciding that it'd be a learning experience for the both of them, he slipped them back into his wallet and put it on the small table beside his bed.
Exhaling slowly, he shook out his hands, giving them another wipe on his pant legs. He nearly jumped as he heard a knock on the door. Bringing his hand to his forehead, he gave himself a second to regain his composure.
"Shit, James. Just fucking stop -- Stop acting like an idiot." He blew out a quick breath and got up from the bed. He walked over to the door and opened it, smiling at the sight of his girlfriend. "Hey," he said, trying his hardest to hide the quivering. He stepped aside and let her into the room. She looked beautiful; her hair was down and framing her face, and she had worn his favorite pair of jeans. As she brushed by him, he caught a scent of the perfume he had gotten her for Christmas, and he grinned goofily as he shut the door.
They stood around, awkwardly, for what seemed like hours. Eventually, they walked over to the bed and sat down, the springs creaking underneath the weight. He drummed idly on his legs before glancing over at her, offering a lopsided smile.
They slid closer together, inch by inch, until their legs were touching. He held out an unsteady hand and placed it on her thigh, looking at her for approval. She didn't recoil, and placed her hand on top of his, sliding it higher. James felt his entire mouth go dry. He tried to swallow, but couldn't seem to do it.
His eyes reluctantly found hers, then closed as they came together, pressing their lips against one another. His other hand went to the side of her face, sliding back into her hair as the kissing slowly began to intensify. His other hand that had been lingering on her thigh ran up the side of her shirt, the feeling of his cold fingers against her hot skin making him shiver. As he pulled back to catch his breath, he realized that his watch had gotten stuck in her hair.
"Shit. Hang -- Just wait a sec. Shit," he kept mumbling to himself as he attempted to untangle them from one another. She was wincing in pain, trying to pretend like it was alright, and he was caught in between a panic of trying not to ruin the moment and trying to keep as much hair on her head as possible. "I -- It's almost out. I think I got it." He retrieved his hand and his watch from her hair, with a few strands knotted to it. "Gross," he muttered under his breath as he removed it and put it on the table next to the wallet. "You okay?" he asked, looking to her. She was rubbing the side of her head, and nodded slowly.
"Yeah. I'm fine." He frowned and rubbed his wrist a little bit. She shook her head dismissively and quickly began kissing him again, leaning him back onto the bed. His hands traveled down the length of her back and up under her shirt. As they began to fall back together, he heard a loud clunk and opened his eyes as she yelled out in pain. Her hand went to the top of her head, and he realized that she had hit it hard against the support bars on the bed above them. Oh, the joys of bunk beds.
"SHIT!" she screamed, climbing off of him and falling onto her back next to him. James didn't know what to do at first, then turned over and began to rub the spot on the crown of her head. "I hate these fucking bunk beds," she said with a kick to the one above.
"I know," James replied softly, rubbing her head still. "We tried to debunk the first day here, but there wasn't enough room for everything else." He leaned over and kissed her forehead. "You alright?" He had a feeling he'd be asking this question repeatedly over the course of the night.
She sighed with a pout.
"Yeah. Yeah, I guess I'm okay." She looked at him, blinking away some of the residual moisture that had collected in her eyes, and smiled. Reaching over, she stroked the side of his face and pulled him towards her, James obliging to her touch.
He fumbled clumsily with her shirt, finally managing it to yank it over her head. Tossing it to the floor, he began the attempt of the dreaded bra clasp. He had heard stories about the bra clasp, and how nearly impossible it was for guys to get it off on the first try. He kept fumbling, continuing to kiss her, until she finally reached behind her and undid it herself. She went back to unfastening his pants and yanking them down and off of him as she let her bra slide down her arms and tossed it on top of her shirt.
As James was peeking an eye open to catch a glimpse of the now exposed (real!) breasts, he heard something at the door. He tried to stop his girlfriend and to get her to cover up, but she was so focused on peeling his shirt away from his body that by the time his room mate had walked in, she was scrambling to find something, anything to cover her naked body, and James was frantically searching for his pants. The room mate, having not realized what he had walked in on at first, suddenly understood what was going on and covered his eyes with his hand.
"OH FUCK, YOU GUYS WERE FUCKING!" he shouted, taking a step backwards towards the door.
"Jesus Christ, Greg!" James shouted at him, trying to help his girlfriend find her clothes and redress, while trying to do the same for himself. "What the fuck, man?! I wrote, 'Knock before entering' on the white board on the door!"
"I know, man, I know, I didn't think it applied to me since I'm your room mate -- Oh, fuck!" Greg was trying to find his way back to the door without peeking at James' girlfriend's body. Or James. As he walked back, he slipped on a piece of paper that had been slid under the door earlier in the day, crashing down onto his back with a thud louder than anything James had ever heard before.
"Oh, fuck." James quickly got up from his bed, tugging down the shirt over his head, kneeling at the side of his room mate's stunned body. His girlfriend quickly followed suit. "Shit, Greg, are you alright?"
"... Yeah. I'm. I'm fine. Just give me a second."
James raised his eyes and looked at his girlfriend, and didn't have to say another word. She offered him a half-hearted smile and a shrug of the shoulder before standing.
"I'll see you guys later." And off she went.
"I'm sorry for walking in on you when you were about to get some, man," Greg grumbled as he blinked his eyes to readjust them. James shook his head, helping his friend sit up.
"Don't worry about it. I had a feeling it was going to go badly, anyway."
James S. Carlisle
Original Character
1429 Words
OOC: Takes place his Freshman year of college.
"Okay. Okay, just calm yourself down. You're going to be fine. No, you're going to be better than fine. You're going to be James, Sex God. You're going to be awesome." James' pep talk wasn't going so well. He was pacing around his dorm room, constantly wiping his cold, clammy hands on the back of his pants, trying to keep his breathing at least somewhat regular so he didn't pass out. He and his girlfriend had decided to finally take it to the next step, and this next step would have been the first for him.
He had tried having a discussion with one of his older friends, who was a senior and therefore much more experienced than James was. Or at least he thought so. He had given him pointers, what to do, what not to do, what not to say, what definitely not to say under any circumstances, and anything else he could think of. He had given him a couple of condoms, too, which James now remembered were wedged in his wallet. He took it out of his back pocket, and examined the wrapped rubber circle. He scrutinized it, back and front, reading the instructions. It eventually all started blurring together until he wasn't entirely sure what he was supposed to do. Deciding that it'd be a learning experience for the both of them, he slipped them back into his wallet and put it on the small table beside his bed.
Exhaling slowly, he shook out his hands, giving them another wipe on his pant legs. He nearly jumped as he heard a knock on the door. Bringing his hand to his forehead, he gave himself a second to regain his composure.
"Shit, James. Just fucking stop -- Stop acting like an idiot." He blew out a quick breath and got up from the bed. He walked over to the door and opened it, smiling at the sight of his girlfriend. "Hey," he said, trying his hardest to hide the quivering. He stepped aside and let her into the room. She looked beautiful; her hair was down and framing her face, and she had worn his favorite pair of jeans. As she brushed by him, he caught a scent of the perfume he had gotten her for Christmas, and he grinned goofily as he shut the door.
They stood around, awkwardly, for what seemed like hours. Eventually, they walked over to the bed and sat down, the springs creaking underneath the weight. He drummed idly on his legs before glancing over at her, offering a lopsided smile.
They slid closer together, inch by inch, until their legs were touching. He held out an unsteady hand and placed it on her thigh, looking at her for approval. She didn't recoil, and placed her hand on top of his, sliding it higher. James felt his entire mouth go dry. He tried to swallow, but couldn't seem to do it.
His eyes reluctantly found hers, then closed as they came together, pressing their lips against one another. His other hand went to the side of her face, sliding back into her hair as the kissing slowly began to intensify. His other hand that had been lingering on her thigh ran up the side of her shirt, the feeling of his cold fingers against her hot skin making him shiver. As he pulled back to catch his breath, he realized that his watch had gotten stuck in her hair.
"Shit. Hang -- Just wait a sec. Shit," he kept mumbling to himself as he attempted to untangle them from one another. She was wincing in pain, trying to pretend like it was alright, and he was caught in between a panic of trying not to ruin the moment and trying to keep as much hair on her head as possible. "I -- It's almost out. I think I got it." He retrieved his hand and his watch from her hair, with a few strands knotted to it. "Gross," he muttered under his breath as he removed it and put it on the table next to the wallet. "You okay?" he asked, looking to her. She was rubbing the side of her head, and nodded slowly.
"Yeah. I'm fine." He frowned and rubbed his wrist a little bit. She shook her head dismissively and quickly began kissing him again, leaning him back onto the bed. His hands traveled down the length of her back and up under her shirt. As they began to fall back together, he heard a loud clunk and opened his eyes as she yelled out in pain. Her hand went to the top of her head, and he realized that she had hit it hard against the support bars on the bed above them. Oh, the joys of bunk beds.
"SHIT!" she screamed, climbing off of him and falling onto her back next to him. James didn't know what to do at first, then turned over and began to rub the spot on the crown of her head. "I hate these fucking bunk beds," she said with a kick to the one above.
"I know," James replied softly, rubbing her head still. "We tried to debunk the first day here, but there wasn't enough room for everything else." He leaned over and kissed her forehead. "You alright?" He had a feeling he'd be asking this question repeatedly over the course of the night.
She sighed with a pout.
"Yeah. Yeah, I guess I'm okay." She looked at him, blinking away some of the residual moisture that had collected in her eyes, and smiled. Reaching over, she stroked the side of his face and pulled him towards her, James obliging to her touch.
He fumbled clumsily with her shirt, finally managing it to yank it over her head. Tossing it to the floor, he began the attempt of the dreaded bra clasp. He had heard stories about the bra clasp, and how nearly impossible it was for guys to get it off on the first try. He kept fumbling, continuing to kiss her, until she finally reached behind her and undid it herself. She went back to unfastening his pants and yanking them down and off of him as she let her bra slide down her arms and tossed it on top of her shirt.
As James was peeking an eye open to catch a glimpse of the now exposed (real!) breasts, he heard something at the door. He tried to stop his girlfriend and to get her to cover up, but she was so focused on peeling his shirt away from his body that by the time his room mate had walked in, she was scrambling to find something, anything to cover her naked body, and James was frantically searching for his pants. The room mate, having not realized what he had walked in on at first, suddenly understood what was going on and covered his eyes with his hand.
"OH FUCK, YOU GUYS WERE FUCKING!" he shouted, taking a step backwards towards the door.
"Jesus Christ, Greg!" James shouted at him, trying to help his girlfriend find her clothes and redress, while trying to do the same for himself. "What the fuck, man?! I wrote, 'Knock before entering' on the white board on the door!"
"I know, man, I know, I didn't think it applied to me since I'm your room mate -- Oh, fuck!" Greg was trying to find his way back to the door without peeking at James' girlfriend's body. Or James. As he walked back, he slipped on a piece of paper that had been slid under the door earlier in the day, crashing down onto his back with a thud louder than anything James had ever heard before.
"Oh, fuck." James quickly got up from his bed, tugging down the shirt over his head, kneeling at the side of his room mate's stunned body. His girlfriend quickly followed suit. "Shit, Greg, are you alright?"
"... Yeah. I'm. I'm fine. Just give me a second."
James raised his eyes and looked at his girlfriend, and didn't have to say another word. She offered him a half-hearted smile and a shrug of the shoulder before standing.
"I'll see you guys later." And off she went.
"I'm sorry for walking in on you when you were about to get some, man," Greg grumbled as he blinked his eyes to readjust them. James shook his head, helping his friend sit up.
"Don't worry about it. I had a feeling it was going to go badly, anyway."
James S. Carlisle
Original Character
1429 Words
OOC: Takes place his Freshman year of college.