fanfic: Stressed - Part 1, NC-17 (Artie/Quinn)
Title: Stressed - Part 1
Author: ipickquinn & backitup_baby
Pairings/Characters: Artie/Quinn
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 6,500 (12,950 total)
Spoilers: none
Summary: Midterms are stressful. And apparently sex can be too.
A/N: This fic was written by ipickquinn (as Quinn) and backitup_baby (as Artie)!
( Artie/Quinn 'verse masterlist)
Stressed - Part 1
It was a pretty typical night for Artie and Quinn. They were sitting together on his bed working on their school work, which Artie always made them finish because they were allowed to go out to dinner or hang out with people. It was sort of cute. Midterms were approaching though, so it was also very understandable. While Quinn had quite a lot to do, it seemed as if Artie’s professors were taking joy in piling on the work. He was beyond stressed out. The only truly appropriate word Quinn could think of to describe him was ‘frazzled’.
She set her econ book to the side and turned to face Artie more, reaching out to rub his shoulders lightly. “I hate seeing you so stressed...” she said, frowning slightly.
Artie pouted a little and nodded. “Well, I don’t like being this stressed,” he said, taking a few forced deep breaths in an attempt to try and de-stress. The impromptu shoulder rub was helping, too, although how could it not? “Thanks,” he added after a moment. “How’s your studying coming?”
“It’s fine. I’m learning about supply and demand. Like, how if I take away the availability of something,” Quinn said, pulling her hands back momentarily, “You might be willing to do more to get it, since the demand will be higher,” she finished, smirking, then replaced her hands on his shoulders, continuing to rub.
Artie smiled a little, leaning into her hands a bit. “Yeah, that sounds about right. And more interesting than what I’m reading right now, actually. Although usually I actually kind of like structural systems. I think I just have information overload right now.”
“Mmm,” Quinn said noncommittally, as she continued working his shoulders, frowning as she found a knot. “Maybe you should take a break then. You can’t learn if your brain is so fried,” she said, pressing lightly into the knot. “I promise not to rope you into sex or anything.”
“Why do I completely doubt that?” Artie asked, closing his eyes. He sighed contentedly, then said, “I’m okay with taking a break. As long as you’re in a good spot to break too.”
“It hurts me that you don’t believe me,” Quinn said, pouting slightly, though it was mostly just a big act. She would totally try to get him to have sex and they both knew it. But just because of that she was going to work to be on her best behavior.
Quinn leaned forward and kissed the side of Artie’s head. “I’m at a good place to stop... so just relax.” Sometimes he just needed to be told to take a chill pill and she never had a problem ordering him to do just that.
Artie was silent for a moment as he told himself to do what she was telling him to do and just try and stop working for a little while. He sighed again, his eyes still closed, and said, “Okay. Thanks. I love you.”
“I love you too,” Quinn said, leaving a kiss on the back of his neck before concentrating on the massage she was giving him. “Let me know if I’m like, going too hard or something,” she said, laughing slightly because it sounded dirty when really all she was trying to do was help him relax.
“No, this is good,” Artie replied immediately, leaning his head forward so she could access the back of his neck some more if she really wanted to. He was pretty sure that Quinn was going to try and get him fully relaxed with the aid of sex and mentally he wasn’t yet sure if he was up for that, though physically he was... kind of up for that. “Thank you.”
Quinn’s thumbs straddled the spinal cord at the base of his neck and moved up and down slowly. She experimented with different pressures, trying to figure out what he liked best. Surprisingly enough, there hadn’t been a lot of massaging in the history of their relationship. Well at least on her side so she didn’t really know what she was doing. Artie had been really great about making her feel better when she had been pregnant but she usually blocked that whole ordeal from her mind.
“How’s this?” She asked after a few more minutes after she decided on a medium pressure.
“Really good,” he said, his voice low now. “You can go a little harder if you want to.” Artie was definitely enjoying himself but she was making it really hard for him to remember what exactly he’d been reading about only a few minutes ago. Although he’d taken very good notes, he always did, so maybe afterwards he could just reread his notes and he’d remember where he’d left off. Yeah. That was a good plan.
Quinn moved up so she was kneeling behind him and with the added leverage, applied more pressure. "Like this?" She asked, kneading into his shoulders.
Leaning down until her mouth was right by his ear, she quietly said, "You better not be thinking about school. I told you to relax."
Artie blushed a little and wondered if Quinn was reading his mind. “I’m not,” he said, quickly. “I’m thinking about you. And what you’re doing feels awesome.” He let go of his textbook and set it aside, then leaned back a little more and closed his eyes again.
"Good," Quinn said, her lips practically touching his ear as her mouth was so close. "You need this break. You deserve it," she continued on quietly, moving her hands down his back, following his spine.
"This would probably be easier if your shirt was off," she added with a smirk after a few moments. She was still technically behaving. She wasn't trying to have sex with him... It really would feel better without his shirt on... Totally.
Artie turned his head and looked at her a little skeptically, though he was definitely amused. “Oh, would it?” He was definitely not surprised by her saying that. “I’ll take this off,” he said, bringing his hands up to undo his button-down and shrug it off, folding it and setting it aside as well. “But I think I’ll keep the undershirt on.”
"Your loss," Quinn said, equally amused, and scooted back closer and started massaging lower on his back.
"You know it's kind of weird that this is the back of your ribcage," she said as she snaked of of her hands lower to move under the hem of his shirt as sneakily as she could. Maybe talking would distract him. Well probably not, but it was worth a shot.
“Stop trying to strip me,” Artie said, very faux-seriously, looking over his shoulder at her. “But yes, I agree. Are you having fun feeling my skeleton?” He kind of had an urge to make a joke about his failed spinal cord but didn’t really think that would be appropriate for the mood Quinn was trying to achieve.
“Make me,” Quinn said stubborn, yet playfully, as she slid her hand up the back of his shirt and began rubbing up and down on bare skin. “Besides, you can’t tell me this doesn’t feel better. And I can feel your skeleton better,” she joked.
Artie figured it wouldn’t be so bad if Quinn got him to have sex. It wasn’t like that was a bad thing. But knowing that she wanted to just brought out his stubborn streak and right now it was telling him to hold off for as long as possible. The problem was, though, that he had little to no self control when it came to her. “I guess you can. Although I’m pretty scrawny to begin with so it’s not like you haven’t been able to before,” he said, figuring that was the least sexual thing he could have said then.
“Stop calling yourself scrawny,” Quinn chastised. “Seriously. I’ve been telling you since like Sophomore year that your arms are hot, so stop being ridiculous,” she said, rolling her eyes slightly just as she started massaging harder at a new knot she found in his back. “And if you don’t stop stressing out about stuff your back is going to be like... I don’t know. You’re all knotty though. And that’s bad and stuff.”
“Maybe I do have okay arms,” Artie said, glancing down at said limbs almost appraisingly. He was still not entirely sold on this idea but he was definitely glad that Quinn thought that his arms were nice. “But the rest of me isn’t much to look at. I like that you like it though.” Talking about this actually wasn’t helping him relax at all so he tried to take some deep breaths and calm down.
“Just be quiet and take my word for it,” Quinn said, pushing his shirt up further and leaning down to kiss the skin. It would be a lot easier if he just cooperated (read: submitted) to her and took off both shirts when she had told him to, but she enjoyed a challenge so this was okay too. For now.
Artie really hadn’t been expecting that at all so he let out a strange, half-surprised noise that was kind of girly (he thought) and reminiscent of a whimper or something when she kissed his back. “Okay,” he said, half turning again kind of reflexively to try and look back at her again.
Quinn used one hand to keep the shirt up, and let her free hand move down to his lower back, tracing along the faint scar that was there. It was from his car accident and she didn’t really see it often. Not that she wanted to stare at it all the time. But it kind of caught her off guard now and she was almost touching it my instinct.
Looking up to meet Artie’s gaze, and smirk slightly at the noise he had made, she just stared at him a few moments before speaking. “How am I supposed to massage your back when you’re trying to face me? You’re making this whole process a lot more difficult than it needs to be.”
“You’re being kind of annoying right now,” he told her, kind of seriously, and used his hands to turn himself sideways. He then leaned in and kissed her briefly, then added, “But I love you.”
“If I didn’t love you so much I would hit you,” Quinn said, now massaging his lower back. “But I’m trying to relax you and that would sort of defeat the purpose.”
“Maybe it wouldn’t,” Artie said, pretty sure that it was clear that he was joking about that. He wasn’t really into that kind of thing and it would actually really terrify him, but he kind of wanted to see Quinn’s reaction.
“If you’re gonna talk the talk, you better be prepared to walk the walk,” Quinn said, raising an eyebrow at him. She knew there was no way Artie was serious but if he wanted to play games then she could so play games.
Really? Had she just said that? “Um, really?” Okay, that hadn’t sounded very convincing. And she was doing that eyebrow raising thing. He summoned up all his faux-seriousness and nerve and said, “Actually I’d kind of prefer the other way around.”
Raising her eyebrow again, Quinn looked at him as if she were trying to decide whether to say something or not or thinking really hard. “Nothing scary right? More like, spanking me because I was a naughty girl?” She asked, smirking now.
Artie blinked a little, momentarily stunned, and closed his mouth once he realized that it’d fallen open a bit. “When are you not being naughty, though? You’re like the epitome of a dirty ex-Catholic schoolgirl.” Yes, that had just come out of his mouth. No, he hadn’t planned it.
Quinn just laughed and shrugged. “What can I say, I’ve seen the light... or something. Except like in a nonreligious way. Besides, I think our monogamy is less sinful than what I could be doing,” she said as if this were perfectly logical.
“Yeah, I kind of think our monogamy is a major turn-on,” Artie said, this time completely seriously. “So I guess it’s convenient that according to our parents, we’re already married.” He leaned in a little closer to her and kissed her, waiting for Quinn to decide this time when to end the kiss.
Quinn smiled at that but before she had a chance to respond he was kissing her and he wasn’t pulling back (!!) so she decided to take advantage of that, lifting a hand to cup his face, deepening the kiss slightly. He had been playing hard to get all night but as long as she was able to do this, she was totally going kiss him as long as possible.
He leaned in even more, kind of involuntarily, and rested his hands on either side of her on the bed as he kissed her. This was definitely safe, he told himself. It was chaste. He would do this in front of his family if they were here. Well, maybe not, seeing as he’d accidentally given Quinn full control of where the kissing was going and he could already tell that he was beginning to get really into this.
Midterms was seriously screwing up their sex life and with Artie giving her relative control, Quinn was going to go for it. She ran her tongue along his bottom lip, trying to break down his resistance.
Artie groaned a little and leaned in even more, then opened his eyes (which he hadn’t realized he’d closed) and blinked a bit once he remembered that he had his glasses on still. He pulled away to take them off and put them on the nightstand, then said, “I thought you weren’t going to try for sex, and you only do that when you want sex.”
“Well maybe you were giving me all the signs,” Quinn said, smirking. “And who am I to deny your subconscious. Or... whatever controls that.”
“I’m a guy dating a really pretty girl,” Artie pointed out, smiling back at her (even though now she was a little blurry). “Of course I was giving you the signs. And I don’t really know what controls my subconscious. That stuff kind of confuses me.”
"Well you can't give me the signs and then act like you don't want it. That would be teasing, which is totally not nice," Quinn said, fully aware of how ironic that statement was. But when she teased it was usually to enhance the experience and whatever.
“But if we have sex, and I haven’t decided if we are going to or not, then wouldn’t it be that much better since you had to work for it?” Artie asked, raising his eyebrows back at her in turn. “And you tease me all the time. You know that’s true. And I don’t really complain about it... much.” Just to emphasize his point, he leaned in again and kissed her, a little more aggressively than before, then added, “Remember when we used to just only do this? And that only lasted for... I don’t know.... a few weeks?”
Quinn whimpered slightly at the rough kiss and immediately blurted, "I love when you get like this," after their kiss ended.
She paused a few moments, trying to get over the fact that she was blushing before saying, "We always try not to have sex and we always fail at it. So why don't we just cut out that middle part." And usually Artie was the logical one...
Artie was actually really surprised by this. “Are you blushing? What did I do to make that happen?” he said, a smirk immediately appearing on his face. “I’m flattered that you want to have sex with me so badly, by the way.” He was aware that he was saying that like he didn’t want to, but that certainly wasn’t the case and he was sure that she had noticed.
"You just make me crazy sometimes," Quinn said a little shyly. "In a good way I guess. I mean you still like me enough to keep me around," she said, kissing his cheek.
"And for the record, I don't know why you act surprised when I want up on you," she said, amused, before leaning in for another kiss.
Artie let himself get momentarily distracted by Quinn kissing him, still feeling really amused, before breaking the kiss and smirking more at her. "You always just seem to want to have sex at the most random times. So it's surprising. Momentarily." He paused, then said, "You know, you're not really being very convincing about this whole sex thing right now."
“I will have you know that sex is a very good stress reliever,” Quinn said matter of factly, “so this isn’t all that random. And also, why would I push the sex thing so hard right now when I know you probably don’t want to have it? I don’t want to get my hopes up,” she said, rolling her eyes dramatically.
“Okay, this time isn’t necessarily random but some of the other times have been very random,” Artie said, just as lightly. “And I’m pretty sure that most people would consider them random.” He wasn’t sure why he was talking so much when he’d probably been pretty turned on and ready for sex for at least ten minutes by this point. “Come on, let’s just do it.”
“You know, I don’t think I really want to anymore,” Quinn said stubbornly. “Reading about supply and demand would be much more interesting right now,” she said, crossing her arms, pouting slightly.
Artie was about to respond to this (probably very wordily, probably with a lot of pouting) when all of a sudden he heard his phone start going off with the ringtone he’d picked for his parents. He wondered if he should pick it up, then decided that wasn’t really something he wanted to deal with right now so he hit ignore on his phone and turned his attention back to Quinn. “Come on. I love you...”
Quinn raised her brow at Artie ignoring his phone (a call from his parents too!) but was glad since that would definitely kill the mood they had going. “I don’t know. I’m not really all that turned on... I mean, I just spend all this time massaging you and you haven’t really done anything for me...” she said, looking at him expectantly.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” Artie said, smirking a little and gesturing for her to come straddle his lap. “Do you want an invitation to my pants party? I love you and I feel like I’d definitely make it worth your while if you decided to come.”
Biting her lip to stop herself from smiling, Quinn obliged and moved onto Artie’s lap. She didn’t really touch him or anything though because now it was his turn to work for it. “I mean, I sort of already had plans so this better be a really good party,” she said in as bored a tone as she could manage. Except all she wanted to do was grin at him so this whole acting as if she wasn’t interested was difficult.
Artie moved his hands onto her legs and grinned up at her, running his thumbs up and down the inseam of jeans on her thighs. “I mean, I’ll try,” he said, then moved his hands up to her hips so he could adjust her on top of him, biting his lip a little. “Just let me know if it’s disappointing.”
Quinn let out a sudden gasp of surprise and moved her hands up to his shoulder for something to grab onto. “I--I don’t think that, um, was quite what I was looking for,” she said, though she was already having a hard time speaking.
“Okay, what should I do now?” he asked amiably, leaning in to kiss her collarbone. His phone started ringing again then and he turned his head sideways to stare at it, frowning a little. “What the hell?” He reached out and hit ‘ignore’ again.
“Are you sure you don’t need to answer it?” Quinn asked as she leaned her head back to give him more access. She was silently praying that he could keep ignoring it though because she really didn’t want to have to stop now just as she was getting really turned on.
“Yeah, I’m sure they’re just checking to make sure I’m studying,” Artie replied, moving one of his hands up so he could start pushing her shirt up. “I wish I could do more,” he said suddenly, kind of by accident.
Quinn blinked a few times, confused. “If you’d rather be studying we don’t have to do this,” she said, trying not to frown too much. It just caught her off guard since he seemed really into this right now.
“That’s not what I was-- never mind,” he said, not wanting to dwell on what he’d actually been thinking about.
She was still confused but sort of selfishly didn’t want to ruin this by talking about it so she just nodded in agreement. “So, are you going to take my shirt off or what?” She teased lightly.
“Yeah, that was my plan,” he said, pulling it off her the rest of the way almost immediately in an attempt to re-focus himself. Continuing in that vein, he leaned in again and said, “Let me know if this is too boring,” before slowly kissing along the top edge of her bra.
Quinn tangled a hand in his hair and pulled him a little closer, but tried to do her best not to smash his face into her chest. “Yeah, I’m totally bored,” she said, though it came out as more of a moan. “Maybe the bra should go next...”
Artie nodded a little and worked a hand around her so he could (fumblingly) undo her bra clasp, taking some time to stare at her a little before moving his hands onto her breasts. “What about now?” he asked, his voice dry, as his phone started ringing again. “Oh my god, I should just turn that off. But I’m not moving my hands. So. Deal with it. Is what we have to do right now.”
“Do you want me to do it?” She asked, her voice shaky. Though she pretty much forgot about offering once his hands were on her breasts. “I’m still pretty bored,” she said, arching her back into him and grinding down onto him lightly.
“I’m not,” Artie said immediately, his eyes closing momentarily as she moved on him. Once his phone stopped ringing he refocused again after moving one of his hands off of her to turn his phone off.
“I’ve been trying to get you naked for a while so... Your shirt should come off,” Quinn said, moving her hands down under the hem and began tugging up. “Is your phone off now? Because I really don’t think I can stop.”
“Yeah, I turned it off,” Artie said, reaching down to take his own shirt off. “I don’t think I can either. So. Good. Yeah. I don’t know.”
Quinn giggled and grabbed his shirt, tossing it away before he had the opportunity to fold it. Right now wasn’t the time for that. “Good,” she agreed then moved her arms back around his neck, leaning in to kiss him.
“Get up for a second,” Artie said, pulling away from the kiss after only a minute or so, reaching down to undo his jeans. “I don’t feel like wasting any more time,” he said then as a means of explanation.
“Good idea,” Quinn said as she unbuttoned her own jeans and wiggled out of them. Once she was down just to her underwear she moved back on the bed. “Do you want to help me with my underwear?” She asked, smirking.
“Yeah, definitely,” Artie said, grinning kind of goofily at her. He’d just finished getting her underwear down and started working on taking his jeans off when all of a sudden Quinn’s phone started ringing. He groaned (and not in the good way) and shot her a ‘you have to be kidding’ look.
Quinn let out a frustrated groan as well and quickly got off the bed. "I'll turn it off," she said as she made her way over to the desk where she had left her phone.
She looked at the screen and frowned. "Um... baby are you sure your mom was just calling to check up on you? Because it was her that just called," she said feeling incredibly weird since she was naked and looking at Artie's mom's name on her caller id.
"I don't know," Artie said, kind of concerned now. "I don't want to talk to her. But... Should I call her? Why is she calling you? I mean, this is a really bad time, she should be more considerate. Not that she would know that I'd just finally gotten you naked and that I kind of think I'm going to get blue balls or something if we don't do this now. But." It was tremendously hard to be reasonable right now. "Maybe it can wait. What do you think?"
Quinn bit her lip, thinking this over. "Well we could do this fast? But are you going to be thinking about your mom the whole time? Because that would be messed up," she said, wrinkling her nose. "Maybe you should just call her."
"If she calls again then it's probably urgent and I should call her," Artie said, a little uncertainly. Can you just get a condom and we can at least start something?"
"Okay..." Quinn said a little uncertainly but went to go get one. She moved back onto the bed and handed him the condom. "Maybe we can do this before she calls again..." Though this was sort of a sketchy situation.
Artie took his jeans off and was in the middle of working his boxers off as well when he heard Quinn's phone start to ring again. "No," he said, pouting a lot. Okay. I should get that. Except. Can you get it for me?"
"Your mom is cockblocking us," Quinn said, pouting as well as she held her still ringing phone out to Artie. His mom was on the phone. The phone she was holding while naked. God this was awkward.
"Of course she is," Artie said to himself before taking the phone. He took a minute to regulate his breathing before answering. "Hello? Yeah, sorry, I was... Studying in the library. So I didn't hear it go off. You're where? Um, now? .... Okay.... Wow, I mean, that's really nice of you and dad... Um, give me like maybe twenty minutes? Uh, yeah, I have to get back to my dorm room... Yeah, Quinn should go to dinner with us. Okay. Bye." He hit end and then looked at Quinn, panicked. "Um, my parents are here and want to take us to dinner... Also that was really hard. No pun intended."
"Please tell me you asked her to give you 20 minutes so we could finish. Please?" Quinn said, practically whining as she scooted closer to him on the bed. She moved a hand up to trace along his chest as if to convince him they shouldn't stop.
Artie nodded a little and did his best to get his boxers off quickly, feeling a sudden sense of urgency. "Yeah, that's definitely why," he said, reaching for the condom and rolling it on.
Quinn helped Artie pull his boxers off the rest of the way then moved to straddle him again. "That was devious of you," she said as she kissed along his neck and reached between them to align him at her entrance. "Ready?" She asked, teasing slightly though there was an anxious tone to her voice.
"Yeah, come on, Quinn," Artie half-said, half-whined, placing his hands on her hips so he could help her move onto him. "God. You're awesome. I love you," he said then, his voice a little shaky.
"I love you, too," Quinn said before lowering herself on him, biting her lip hard to stop herself from moaning too loudly. She quickly started moving, figuring they didn't have that long to do this. But that was sort of what made it exciting and hot.
Artie really liked it anyway when Quinn was moving this fast on him, so he kept his hands on her body and squeezed his eyes shut right away, already finding it hard to breathe. "Quinn," he said, urgently. "If I come before you do and then we have to go have dinner, make sure I get you to come at least once before we go to sleep tonight."
“That--um, sounds reasonable,” Quinn panted out as she continued moving on him, even increasing her speed a little. “Right now can be about you,” she said before kissing him hard.
He groaned loudly into her mouth, moving one of his hands up to her breasts and squeezing probably harder than was necessary. “Don’t stop,” he said then, pulling away and watching her move on him.
Quinn bit her lip hard, letting out a noise that was half prompted by pain (because that had been a little rough) and half by pleasure (because it had kind of felt good at the same time). Her eyes closed as she continued moving on him, trying to get him to come.
Artie really hadn’t meant to squeeze that hard but the noise that had just come out of Quinn’s mouth made him wonder if it was worth it to do it again. He repeated it then, moving his other hand around onto her ass, and pulled away some more so he could gauge her reaction.
Her eyes snapped open and she sort of glared at him a moment before pouting. “Ouch...”
He smirked back at her. “You okay? It was an accident.”
“That happened twice in a row?” Quinn asked, grinding down on him stubbornly. Though he probably liked that so thinking back, it probably hadn’t been a good punishment.
Artie swore a little, incoherently, then nodded. “Uhhuh. Keep doing that.”
“You’ll make it up to me later,” Quinn said almost commandingly, then ground down on him again. She had come to terms with the fact that just Artie was getting off right now because even though this whole fast and furious was pretty hot, they had to go meet Artie’s parents and usually she needed longer to be able to come.
Just then her phone started ringing again, as if to rub it in her face. “What the fuck do your parents want now?” She whined. “I’m not answering it.”
“Don’t, just keep doing this,” Artie said, kind of desperately. “Can you go faster?”
“Are you close?” She asked as she started moving faster, as per his request. She figured he needed to come soon, unless they wanted his parents knocking at his door. Now that would be awkward...
“Definitely,” Artie said, nodding quickly. His hands were beginning to tighten on her body pretty involuntarily now, so he let go and leaned back a little, placing his hands on his bed instead.
Keeping the same pace, Quinn worked on moving down on him harder, hoping the extra friction would help. She leaned forward and gave him another hard kiss and when she pulled back, smirked. “Come. Now.”
Artie forced himself to keep his eyes open so he could watch her, biting his lip hard all the while. It wasn’t as though he didn’t want to come, though, so he told himself to just stay relaxed and to enjoy this. They were on a schedule anyway. He leaned back forwards towards Quinn after a moment, moving his arms around her waist, and tried to hold her down against him as he came. He took a moment to at least be able to talk again, then said, “You’re getting really. Good. At telling me when to do that. And then it happening. It’s freaking me out.”
“Sometimes I know you better than you know yourself,” Quinn said, giving him another kiss. “We have to go now though don’t we?” She didn’t move to get off him yet, wanting to prolong this however long she could, even if it was only by a minute.
“Probably,” Artie said, loosening his hold on her and running his hands up and down her waist. “I don’t want to go though. I mean, I’m kind of hungry. And it’s nice that they came here. And maybe that will also help me feel better. But we just had sex.”
“Well you need to make it up to me later, so we’ll definitely be continuing this,” Quinn said with a smirk and got off his lap. “Do you want your boxers?” She asked as she walked across the room to retrieve them from when she threw them.
“Yeah,” Artie said, to everything, taking the condom off and tying it off so he could throw it away. “Are you going back to your room before we go?”
Quinn had her underwear and bra back on and turned to face Artie. “Should I? I mean... do I look all messy and stuff? Are they going to know what we were doing?” She asked nervously before pulling her t-shirt on.
“I mean, I think you look really hot,” Artie said as he got into his boxers and jeans. “Just fix your hair. Do I look okay?” he asked, getting back into his two shirts, not bothering this time to tuck in the button-down.
After her jeans were back on she crossed the room back over to Artie. “Your hair is a little messy,” she said, smirking, then reached out to run her hands through it in an attempt to flatten it. Once she was satisfied with how it looked she worked on combing through her own hair.
“Thanks,” Artie said, getting himself back into his chair and looking around for his keys, wallet, and shoes, having already gotten his phone from where he’d temporarily stashed it. “Ready?”
Quinn walked into the bathroom, checking her appearance once more and used a little water to flatten her strays before walking out and nodding. “Yep, let’s go.”
Artie locked his door behind them before calling his parents back as they made their way out of the dorm. “Hi. Yeah, we’re on our way. Um, mine. Yeah. Um, she was studying with me.... Yes, I have other friends here besides my girlfriend. Okay. Yeah. I see your car. Stop waving. Please. Thank you. Okay. See you soon.”
He resisted the urge to roll his eyes at Quinn now that his parents were right there, opting instead to just go ahead and hoist himself into the backseat of his car, leaning down to get his wheelchair once he was done. “Hi,” he said again to his parents. “Thank you again for taking us out so suddenly.”
“Of course,” Artie’s mom said, turning around in her seat to smile at both him and Quinn. “You sounded so stressed on the phone and we’re only a few hours away so we decided it’d be nice to take you somewhere you probably wouldn’t usually go on a student budget.”
“Well, thanks, again, times two,” Artie said, very seriously, before looking at how casually he and Quinn were both dressed. “Are we going to be okay like this?”
“I think they should be fine,” Artie’s dad said in response to that, though it was more to his wife before he started backing out of the parking lot.
“Yes, I think so too,” Artie’s mother said, her attention back on Artie and Quinn again. “You look so handsome, Artie, although your hair is getting a little long.” After a brief awkward pause, in which Artie figured his mom was realizing she needed to say something nice to Quinn, she said, “And you, Quinn, you’re just... glowing.”
Was glowing a good thing? Quinn blinked a few times, trying to process that, but figured she should just say thanks for the compliment and worry about its meaning later.
“Um, thanks. And for taking us out. It’s really nice of you,” she said, smiling a little self consciously. But seriously, glowing?!
“Did you two have a nice drive down here?” Quinn asked, buckling her seat belt in preparation for their drive.
“Of course, and it was fine, thanks,” Artie’s father said as he drove. “How was the studying going?”
Artie didn’t really trust himself to answer that with a straight face so he poked Quinn’s arm and gave her a look that meant she should answer.
Quinn just rolled her eyes slightly at Artie then put on a straight face as she answered his parents. “It’s going well I think. We still have a lot to do, but Artie’s really good at time management, so we’ll get it done in time.” If it weren’t her boyfriend’s parents she was talking to, she totally would have smirked at the end of that. But since that was not the case she just reached out and took Artie’s hand, giving it a light squeeze.
Artie squeezed Quinn’s hand back in response as his dad kept talking to her. “I’m sure that whatever needs to be done will get done, it’s just a matter of finding enough time to finish it off.”
Quinn began to laugh though quickly tried to mask it with a cough. “Sorry... tickle in my throat,” she said after a few moments. “But you’re absolutely right. You’ll find time to finish it off, right Artie?” She asked, looking at him mischievously.
Artie glared a little at Quinn, hoping valiantly that his parents wouldn’t pick up on the fact that they were kind of inadvertently encouraging their son to give his girlfriend orgasms when they dropped them back off at his dorm. “Yeah, definitely,” he said, because what else could he do? If he didn’t say that his parents would get mad at him for failing out of college but now that he had Quinn was just going to be smug. And Artie really enjoyed ruining her smugness whenever possible.
Even though she was fine with earlier being all about Artie she couldn’t deny that not being able to come had left her all fidgety and horny and if Artie’s dad kept making unintentional sexual references she was going to go crazy. She probably wasn’t helping herself by teasing Artie (and in turn, teasing herself since she couldn’t get anything until at least after dinner) so she decided to change the subject. “So, where are we going to dinner?”
Stressed - Part 2
Author: ipickquinn & backitup_baby
Pairings/Characters: Artie/Quinn
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 6,500 (12,950 total)
Spoilers: none
Summary: Midterms are stressful. And apparently sex can be too.
A/N: This fic was written by ipickquinn (as Quinn) and backitup_baby (as Artie)!
( Artie/Quinn 'verse masterlist)
Stressed - Part 1
It was a pretty typical night for Artie and Quinn. They were sitting together on his bed working on their school work, which Artie always made them finish because they were allowed to go out to dinner or hang out with people. It was sort of cute. Midterms were approaching though, so it was also very understandable. While Quinn had quite a lot to do, it seemed as if Artie’s professors were taking joy in piling on the work. He was beyond stressed out. The only truly appropriate word Quinn could think of to describe him was ‘frazzled’.
She set her econ book to the side and turned to face Artie more, reaching out to rub his shoulders lightly. “I hate seeing you so stressed...” she said, frowning slightly.
Artie pouted a little and nodded. “Well, I don’t like being this stressed,” he said, taking a few forced deep breaths in an attempt to try and de-stress. The impromptu shoulder rub was helping, too, although how could it not? “Thanks,” he added after a moment. “How’s your studying coming?”
“It’s fine. I’m learning about supply and demand. Like, how if I take away the availability of something,” Quinn said, pulling her hands back momentarily, “You might be willing to do more to get it, since the demand will be higher,” she finished, smirking, then replaced her hands on his shoulders, continuing to rub.
Artie smiled a little, leaning into her hands a bit. “Yeah, that sounds about right. And more interesting than what I’m reading right now, actually. Although usually I actually kind of like structural systems. I think I just have information overload right now.”
“Mmm,” Quinn said noncommittally, as she continued working his shoulders, frowning as she found a knot. “Maybe you should take a break then. You can’t learn if your brain is so fried,” she said, pressing lightly into the knot. “I promise not to rope you into sex or anything.”
“Why do I completely doubt that?” Artie asked, closing his eyes. He sighed contentedly, then said, “I’m okay with taking a break. As long as you’re in a good spot to break too.”
“It hurts me that you don’t believe me,” Quinn said, pouting slightly, though it was mostly just a big act. She would totally try to get him to have sex and they both knew it. But just because of that she was going to work to be on her best behavior.
Quinn leaned forward and kissed the side of Artie’s head. “I’m at a good place to stop... so just relax.” Sometimes he just needed to be told to take a chill pill and she never had a problem ordering him to do just that.
Artie was silent for a moment as he told himself to do what she was telling him to do and just try and stop working for a little while. He sighed again, his eyes still closed, and said, “Okay. Thanks. I love you.”
“I love you too,” Quinn said, leaving a kiss on the back of his neck before concentrating on the massage she was giving him. “Let me know if I’m like, going too hard or something,” she said, laughing slightly because it sounded dirty when really all she was trying to do was help him relax.
“No, this is good,” Artie replied immediately, leaning his head forward so she could access the back of his neck some more if she really wanted to. He was pretty sure that Quinn was going to try and get him fully relaxed with the aid of sex and mentally he wasn’t yet sure if he was up for that, though physically he was... kind of up for that. “Thank you.”
Quinn’s thumbs straddled the spinal cord at the base of his neck and moved up and down slowly. She experimented with different pressures, trying to figure out what he liked best. Surprisingly enough, there hadn’t been a lot of massaging in the history of their relationship. Well at least on her side so she didn’t really know what she was doing. Artie had been really great about making her feel better when she had been pregnant but she usually blocked that whole ordeal from her mind.
“How’s this?” She asked after a few more minutes after she decided on a medium pressure.
“Really good,” he said, his voice low now. “You can go a little harder if you want to.” Artie was definitely enjoying himself but she was making it really hard for him to remember what exactly he’d been reading about only a few minutes ago. Although he’d taken very good notes, he always did, so maybe afterwards he could just reread his notes and he’d remember where he’d left off. Yeah. That was a good plan.
Quinn moved up so she was kneeling behind him and with the added leverage, applied more pressure. "Like this?" She asked, kneading into his shoulders.
Leaning down until her mouth was right by his ear, she quietly said, "You better not be thinking about school. I told you to relax."
Artie blushed a little and wondered if Quinn was reading his mind. “I’m not,” he said, quickly. “I’m thinking about you. And what you’re doing feels awesome.” He let go of his textbook and set it aside, then leaned back a little more and closed his eyes again.
"Good," Quinn said, her lips practically touching his ear as her mouth was so close. "You need this break. You deserve it," she continued on quietly, moving her hands down his back, following his spine.
"This would probably be easier if your shirt was off," she added with a smirk after a few moments. She was still technically behaving. She wasn't trying to have sex with him... It really would feel better without his shirt on... Totally.
Artie turned his head and looked at her a little skeptically, though he was definitely amused. “Oh, would it?” He was definitely not surprised by her saying that. “I’ll take this off,” he said, bringing his hands up to undo his button-down and shrug it off, folding it and setting it aside as well. “But I think I’ll keep the undershirt on.”
"Your loss," Quinn said, equally amused, and scooted back closer and started massaging lower on his back.
"You know it's kind of weird that this is the back of your ribcage," she said as she snaked of of her hands lower to move under the hem of his shirt as sneakily as she could. Maybe talking would distract him. Well probably not, but it was worth a shot.
“Stop trying to strip me,” Artie said, very faux-seriously, looking over his shoulder at her. “But yes, I agree. Are you having fun feeling my skeleton?” He kind of had an urge to make a joke about his failed spinal cord but didn’t really think that would be appropriate for the mood Quinn was trying to achieve.
“Make me,” Quinn said stubborn, yet playfully, as she slid her hand up the back of his shirt and began rubbing up and down on bare skin. “Besides, you can’t tell me this doesn’t feel better. And I can feel your skeleton better,” she joked.
Artie figured it wouldn’t be so bad if Quinn got him to have sex. It wasn’t like that was a bad thing. But knowing that she wanted to just brought out his stubborn streak and right now it was telling him to hold off for as long as possible. The problem was, though, that he had little to no self control when it came to her. “I guess you can. Although I’m pretty scrawny to begin with so it’s not like you haven’t been able to before,” he said, figuring that was the least sexual thing he could have said then.
“Stop calling yourself scrawny,” Quinn chastised. “Seriously. I’ve been telling you since like Sophomore year that your arms are hot, so stop being ridiculous,” she said, rolling her eyes slightly just as she started massaging harder at a new knot she found in his back. “And if you don’t stop stressing out about stuff your back is going to be like... I don’t know. You’re all knotty though. And that’s bad and stuff.”
“Maybe I do have okay arms,” Artie said, glancing down at said limbs almost appraisingly. He was still not entirely sold on this idea but he was definitely glad that Quinn thought that his arms were nice. “But the rest of me isn’t much to look at. I like that you like it though.” Talking about this actually wasn’t helping him relax at all so he tried to take some deep breaths and calm down.
“Just be quiet and take my word for it,” Quinn said, pushing his shirt up further and leaning down to kiss the skin. It would be a lot easier if he just cooperated (read: submitted) to her and took off both shirts when she had told him to, but she enjoyed a challenge so this was okay too. For now.
Artie really hadn’t been expecting that at all so he let out a strange, half-surprised noise that was kind of girly (he thought) and reminiscent of a whimper or something when she kissed his back. “Okay,” he said, half turning again kind of reflexively to try and look back at her again.
Quinn used one hand to keep the shirt up, and let her free hand move down to his lower back, tracing along the faint scar that was there. It was from his car accident and she didn’t really see it often. Not that she wanted to stare at it all the time. But it kind of caught her off guard now and she was almost touching it my instinct.
Looking up to meet Artie’s gaze, and smirk slightly at the noise he had made, she just stared at him a few moments before speaking. “How am I supposed to massage your back when you’re trying to face me? You’re making this whole process a lot more difficult than it needs to be.”
“You’re being kind of annoying right now,” he told her, kind of seriously, and used his hands to turn himself sideways. He then leaned in and kissed her briefly, then added, “But I love you.”
“If I didn’t love you so much I would hit you,” Quinn said, now massaging his lower back. “But I’m trying to relax you and that would sort of defeat the purpose.”
“Maybe it wouldn’t,” Artie said, pretty sure that it was clear that he was joking about that. He wasn’t really into that kind of thing and it would actually really terrify him, but he kind of wanted to see Quinn’s reaction.
“If you’re gonna talk the talk, you better be prepared to walk the walk,” Quinn said, raising an eyebrow at him. She knew there was no way Artie was serious but if he wanted to play games then she could so play games.
Really? Had she just said that? “Um, really?” Okay, that hadn’t sounded very convincing. And she was doing that eyebrow raising thing. He summoned up all his faux-seriousness and nerve and said, “Actually I’d kind of prefer the other way around.”
Raising her eyebrow again, Quinn looked at him as if she were trying to decide whether to say something or not or thinking really hard. “Nothing scary right? More like, spanking me because I was a naughty girl?” She asked, smirking now.
Artie blinked a little, momentarily stunned, and closed his mouth once he realized that it’d fallen open a bit. “When are you not being naughty, though? You’re like the epitome of a dirty ex-Catholic schoolgirl.” Yes, that had just come out of his mouth. No, he hadn’t planned it.
Quinn just laughed and shrugged. “What can I say, I’ve seen the light... or something. Except like in a nonreligious way. Besides, I think our monogamy is less sinful than what I could be doing,” she said as if this were perfectly logical.
“Yeah, I kind of think our monogamy is a major turn-on,” Artie said, this time completely seriously. “So I guess it’s convenient that according to our parents, we’re already married.” He leaned in a little closer to her and kissed her, waiting for Quinn to decide this time when to end the kiss.
Quinn smiled at that but before she had a chance to respond he was kissing her and he wasn’t pulling back (!!) so she decided to take advantage of that, lifting a hand to cup his face, deepening the kiss slightly. He had been playing hard to get all night but as long as she was able to do this, she was totally going kiss him as long as possible.
He leaned in even more, kind of involuntarily, and rested his hands on either side of her on the bed as he kissed her. This was definitely safe, he told himself. It was chaste. He would do this in front of his family if they were here. Well, maybe not, seeing as he’d accidentally given Quinn full control of where the kissing was going and he could already tell that he was beginning to get really into this.
Midterms was seriously screwing up their sex life and with Artie giving her relative control, Quinn was going to go for it. She ran her tongue along his bottom lip, trying to break down his resistance.
Artie groaned a little and leaned in even more, then opened his eyes (which he hadn’t realized he’d closed) and blinked a bit once he remembered that he had his glasses on still. He pulled away to take them off and put them on the nightstand, then said, “I thought you weren’t going to try for sex, and you only do that when you want sex.”
“Well maybe you were giving me all the signs,” Quinn said, smirking. “And who am I to deny your subconscious. Or... whatever controls that.”
“I’m a guy dating a really pretty girl,” Artie pointed out, smiling back at her (even though now she was a little blurry). “Of course I was giving you the signs. And I don’t really know what controls my subconscious. That stuff kind of confuses me.”
"Well you can't give me the signs and then act like you don't want it. That would be teasing, which is totally not nice," Quinn said, fully aware of how ironic that statement was. But when she teased it was usually to enhance the experience and whatever.
“But if we have sex, and I haven’t decided if we are going to or not, then wouldn’t it be that much better since you had to work for it?” Artie asked, raising his eyebrows back at her in turn. “And you tease me all the time. You know that’s true. And I don’t really complain about it... much.” Just to emphasize his point, he leaned in again and kissed her, a little more aggressively than before, then added, “Remember when we used to just only do this? And that only lasted for... I don’t know.... a few weeks?”
Quinn whimpered slightly at the rough kiss and immediately blurted, "I love when you get like this," after their kiss ended.
She paused a few moments, trying to get over the fact that she was blushing before saying, "We always try not to have sex and we always fail at it. So why don't we just cut out that middle part." And usually Artie was the logical one...
Artie was actually really surprised by this. “Are you blushing? What did I do to make that happen?” he said, a smirk immediately appearing on his face. “I’m flattered that you want to have sex with me so badly, by the way.” He was aware that he was saying that like he didn’t want to, but that certainly wasn’t the case and he was sure that she had noticed.
"You just make me crazy sometimes," Quinn said a little shyly. "In a good way I guess. I mean you still like me enough to keep me around," she said, kissing his cheek.
"And for the record, I don't know why you act surprised when I want up on you," she said, amused, before leaning in for another kiss.
Artie let himself get momentarily distracted by Quinn kissing him, still feeling really amused, before breaking the kiss and smirking more at her. "You always just seem to want to have sex at the most random times. So it's surprising. Momentarily." He paused, then said, "You know, you're not really being very convincing about this whole sex thing right now."
“I will have you know that sex is a very good stress reliever,” Quinn said matter of factly, “so this isn’t all that random. And also, why would I push the sex thing so hard right now when I know you probably don’t want to have it? I don’t want to get my hopes up,” she said, rolling her eyes dramatically.
“Okay, this time isn’t necessarily random but some of the other times have been very random,” Artie said, just as lightly. “And I’m pretty sure that most people would consider them random.” He wasn’t sure why he was talking so much when he’d probably been pretty turned on and ready for sex for at least ten minutes by this point. “Come on, let’s just do it.”
“You know, I don’t think I really want to anymore,” Quinn said stubbornly. “Reading about supply and demand would be much more interesting right now,” she said, crossing her arms, pouting slightly.
Artie was about to respond to this (probably very wordily, probably with a lot of pouting) when all of a sudden he heard his phone start going off with the ringtone he’d picked for his parents. He wondered if he should pick it up, then decided that wasn’t really something he wanted to deal with right now so he hit ignore on his phone and turned his attention back to Quinn. “Come on. I love you...”
Quinn raised her brow at Artie ignoring his phone (a call from his parents too!) but was glad since that would definitely kill the mood they had going. “I don’t know. I’m not really all that turned on... I mean, I just spend all this time massaging you and you haven’t really done anything for me...” she said, looking at him expectantly.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” Artie said, smirking a little and gesturing for her to come straddle his lap. “Do you want an invitation to my pants party? I love you and I feel like I’d definitely make it worth your while if you decided to come.”
Biting her lip to stop herself from smiling, Quinn obliged and moved onto Artie’s lap. She didn’t really touch him or anything though because now it was his turn to work for it. “I mean, I sort of already had plans so this better be a really good party,” she said in as bored a tone as she could manage. Except all she wanted to do was grin at him so this whole acting as if she wasn’t interested was difficult.
Artie moved his hands onto her legs and grinned up at her, running his thumbs up and down the inseam of jeans on her thighs. “I mean, I’ll try,” he said, then moved his hands up to her hips so he could adjust her on top of him, biting his lip a little. “Just let me know if it’s disappointing.”
Quinn let out a sudden gasp of surprise and moved her hands up to his shoulder for something to grab onto. “I--I don’t think that, um, was quite what I was looking for,” she said, though she was already having a hard time speaking.
“Okay, what should I do now?” he asked amiably, leaning in to kiss her collarbone. His phone started ringing again then and he turned his head sideways to stare at it, frowning a little. “What the hell?” He reached out and hit ‘ignore’ again.
“Are you sure you don’t need to answer it?” Quinn asked as she leaned her head back to give him more access. She was silently praying that he could keep ignoring it though because she really didn’t want to have to stop now just as she was getting really turned on.
“Yeah, I’m sure they’re just checking to make sure I’m studying,” Artie replied, moving one of his hands up so he could start pushing her shirt up. “I wish I could do more,” he said suddenly, kind of by accident.
Quinn blinked a few times, confused. “If you’d rather be studying we don’t have to do this,” she said, trying not to frown too much. It just caught her off guard since he seemed really into this right now.
“That’s not what I was-- never mind,” he said, not wanting to dwell on what he’d actually been thinking about.
She was still confused but sort of selfishly didn’t want to ruin this by talking about it so she just nodded in agreement. “So, are you going to take my shirt off or what?” She teased lightly.
“Yeah, that was my plan,” he said, pulling it off her the rest of the way almost immediately in an attempt to re-focus himself. Continuing in that vein, he leaned in again and said, “Let me know if this is too boring,” before slowly kissing along the top edge of her bra.
Quinn tangled a hand in his hair and pulled him a little closer, but tried to do her best not to smash his face into her chest. “Yeah, I’m totally bored,” she said, though it came out as more of a moan. “Maybe the bra should go next...”
Artie nodded a little and worked a hand around her so he could (fumblingly) undo her bra clasp, taking some time to stare at her a little before moving his hands onto her breasts. “What about now?” he asked, his voice dry, as his phone started ringing again. “Oh my god, I should just turn that off. But I’m not moving my hands. So. Deal with it. Is what we have to do right now.”
“Do you want me to do it?” She asked, her voice shaky. Though she pretty much forgot about offering once his hands were on her breasts. “I’m still pretty bored,” she said, arching her back into him and grinding down onto him lightly.
“I’m not,” Artie said immediately, his eyes closing momentarily as she moved on him. Once his phone stopped ringing he refocused again after moving one of his hands off of her to turn his phone off.
“I’ve been trying to get you naked for a while so... Your shirt should come off,” Quinn said, moving her hands down under the hem and began tugging up. “Is your phone off now? Because I really don’t think I can stop.”
“Yeah, I turned it off,” Artie said, reaching down to take his own shirt off. “I don’t think I can either. So. Good. Yeah. I don’t know.”
Quinn giggled and grabbed his shirt, tossing it away before he had the opportunity to fold it. Right now wasn’t the time for that. “Good,” she agreed then moved her arms back around his neck, leaning in to kiss him.
“Get up for a second,” Artie said, pulling away from the kiss after only a minute or so, reaching down to undo his jeans. “I don’t feel like wasting any more time,” he said then as a means of explanation.
“Good idea,” Quinn said as she unbuttoned her own jeans and wiggled out of them. Once she was down just to her underwear she moved back on the bed. “Do you want to help me with my underwear?” She asked, smirking.
“Yeah, definitely,” Artie said, grinning kind of goofily at her. He’d just finished getting her underwear down and started working on taking his jeans off when all of a sudden Quinn’s phone started ringing. He groaned (and not in the good way) and shot her a ‘you have to be kidding’ look.
Quinn let out a frustrated groan as well and quickly got off the bed. "I'll turn it off," she said as she made her way over to the desk where she had left her phone.
She looked at the screen and frowned. "Um... baby are you sure your mom was just calling to check up on you? Because it was her that just called," she said feeling incredibly weird since she was naked and looking at Artie's mom's name on her caller id.
"I don't know," Artie said, kind of concerned now. "I don't want to talk to her. But... Should I call her? Why is she calling you? I mean, this is a really bad time, she should be more considerate. Not that she would know that I'd just finally gotten you naked and that I kind of think I'm going to get blue balls or something if we don't do this now. But." It was tremendously hard to be reasonable right now. "Maybe it can wait. What do you think?"
Quinn bit her lip, thinking this over. "Well we could do this fast? But are you going to be thinking about your mom the whole time? Because that would be messed up," she said, wrinkling her nose. "Maybe you should just call her."
"If she calls again then it's probably urgent and I should call her," Artie said, a little uncertainly. Can you just get a condom and we can at least start something?"
"Okay..." Quinn said a little uncertainly but went to go get one. She moved back onto the bed and handed him the condom. "Maybe we can do this before she calls again..." Though this was sort of a sketchy situation.
Artie took his jeans off and was in the middle of working his boxers off as well when he heard Quinn's phone start to ring again. "No," he said, pouting a lot. Okay. I should get that. Except. Can you get it for me?"
"Your mom is cockblocking us," Quinn said, pouting as well as she held her still ringing phone out to Artie. His mom was on the phone. The phone she was holding while naked. God this was awkward.
"Of course she is," Artie said to himself before taking the phone. He took a minute to regulate his breathing before answering. "Hello? Yeah, sorry, I was... Studying in the library. So I didn't hear it go off. You're where? Um, now? .... Okay.... Wow, I mean, that's really nice of you and dad... Um, give me like maybe twenty minutes? Uh, yeah, I have to get back to my dorm room... Yeah, Quinn should go to dinner with us. Okay. Bye." He hit end and then looked at Quinn, panicked. "Um, my parents are here and want to take us to dinner... Also that was really hard. No pun intended."
"Please tell me you asked her to give you 20 minutes so we could finish. Please?" Quinn said, practically whining as she scooted closer to him on the bed. She moved a hand up to trace along his chest as if to convince him they shouldn't stop.
Artie nodded a little and did his best to get his boxers off quickly, feeling a sudden sense of urgency. "Yeah, that's definitely why," he said, reaching for the condom and rolling it on.
Quinn helped Artie pull his boxers off the rest of the way then moved to straddle him again. "That was devious of you," she said as she kissed along his neck and reached between them to align him at her entrance. "Ready?" She asked, teasing slightly though there was an anxious tone to her voice.
"Yeah, come on, Quinn," Artie half-said, half-whined, placing his hands on her hips so he could help her move onto him. "God. You're awesome. I love you," he said then, his voice a little shaky.
"I love you, too," Quinn said before lowering herself on him, biting her lip hard to stop herself from moaning too loudly. She quickly started moving, figuring they didn't have that long to do this. But that was sort of what made it exciting and hot.
Artie really liked it anyway when Quinn was moving this fast on him, so he kept his hands on her body and squeezed his eyes shut right away, already finding it hard to breathe. "Quinn," he said, urgently. "If I come before you do and then we have to go have dinner, make sure I get you to come at least once before we go to sleep tonight."
“That--um, sounds reasonable,” Quinn panted out as she continued moving on him, even increasing her speed a little. “Right now can be about you,” she said before kissing him hard.
He groaned loudly into her mouth, moving one of his hands up to her breasts and squeezing probably harder than was necessary. “Don’t stop,” he said then, pulling away and watching her move on him.
Quinn bit her lip hard, letting out a noise that was half prompted by pain (because that had been a little rough) and half by pleasure (because it had kind of felt good at the same time). Her eyes closed as she continued moving on him, trying to get him to come.
Artie really hadn’t meant to squeeze that hard but the noise that had just come out of Quinn’s mouth made him wonder if it was worth it to do it again. He repeated it then, moving his other hand around onto her ass, and pulled away some more so he could gauge her reaction.
Her eyes snapped open and she sort of glared at him a moment before pouting. “Ouch...”
He smirked back at her. “You okay? It was an accident.”
“That happened twice in a row?” Quinn asked, grinding down on him stubbornly. Though he probably liked that so thinking back, it probably hadn’t been a good punishment.
Artie swore a little, incoherently, then nodded. “Uhhuh. Keep doing that.”
“You’ll make it up to me later,” Quinn said almost commandingly, then ground down on him again. She had come to terms with the fact that just Artie was getting off right now because even though this whole fast and furious was pretty hot, they had to go meet Artie’s parents and usually she needed longer to be able to come.
Just then her phone started ringing again, as if to rub it in her face. “What the fuck do your parents want now?” She whined. “I’m not answering it.”
“Don’t, just keep doing this,” Artie said, kind of desperately. “Can you go faster?”
“Are you close?” She asked as she started moving faster, as per his request. She figured he needed to come soon, unless they wanted his parents knocking at his door. Now that would be awkward...
“Definitely,” Artie said, nodding quickly. His hands were beginning to tighten on her body pretty involuntarily now, so he let go and leaned back a little, placing his hands on his bed instead.
Keeping the same pace, Quinn worked on moving down on him harder, hoping the extra friction would help. She leaned forward and gave him another hard kiss and when she pulled back, smirked. “Come. Now.”
Artie forced himself to keep his eyes open so he could watch her, biting his lip hard all the while. It wasn’t as though he didn’t want to come, though, so he told himself to just stay relaxed and to enjoy this. They were on a schedule anyway. He leaned back forwards towards Quinn after a moment, moving his arms around her waist, and tried to hold her down against him as he came. He took a moment to at least be able to talk again, then said, “You’re getting really. Good. At telling me when to do that. And then it happening. It’s freaking me out.”
“Sometimes I know you better than you know yourself,” Quinn said, giving him another kiss. “We have to go now though don’t we?” She didn’t move to get off him yet, wanting to prolong this however long she could, even if it was only by a minute.
“Probably,” Artie said, loosening his hold on her and running his hands up and down her waist. “I don’t want to go though. I mean, I’m kind of hungry. And it’s nice that they came here. And maybe that will also help me feel better. But we just had sex.”
“Well you need to make it up to me later, so we’ll definitely be continuing this,” Quinn said with a smirk and got off his lap. “Do you want your boxers?” She asked as she walked across the room to retrieve them from when she threw them.
“Yeah,” Artie said, to everything, taking the condom off and tying it off so he could throw it away. “Are you going back to your room before we go?”
Quinn had her underwear and bra back on and turned to face Artie. “Should I? I mean... do I look all messy and stuff? Are they going to know what we were doing?” She asked nervously before pulling her t-shirt on.
“I mean, I think you look really hot,” Artie said as he got into his boxers and jeans. “Just fix your hair. Do I look okay?” he asked, getting back into his two shirts, not bothering this time to tuck in the button-down.
After her jeans were back on she crossed the room back over to Artie. “Your hair is a little messy,” she said, smirking, then reached out to run her hands through it in an attempt to flatten it. Once she was satisfied with how it looked she worked on combing through her own hair.
“Thanks,” Artie said, getting himself back into his chair and looking around for his keys, wallet, and shoes, having already gotten his phone from where he’d temporarily stashed it. “Ready?”
Quinn walked into the bathroom, checking her appearance once more and used a little water to flatten her strays before walking out and nodding. “Yep, let’s go.”
Artie locked his door behind them before calling his parents back as they made their way out of the dorm. “Hi. Yeah, we’re on our way. Um, mine. Yeah. Um, she was studying with me.... Yes, I have other friends here besides my girlfriend. Okay. Yeah. I see your car. Stop waving. Please. Thank you. Okay. See you soon.”
He resisted the urge to roll his eyes at Quinn now that his parents were right there, opting instead to just go ahead and hoist himself into the backseat of his car, leaning down to get his wheelchair once he was done. “Hi,” he said again to his parents. “Thank you again for taking us out so suddenly.”
“Of course,” Artie’s mom said, turning around in her seat to smile at both him and Quinn. “You sounded so stressed on the phone and we’re only a few hours away so we decided it’d be nice to take you somewhere you probably wouldn’t usually go on a student budget.”
“Well, thanks, again, times two,” Artie said, very seriously, before looking at how casually he and Quinn were both dressed. “Are we going to be okay like this?”
“I think they should be fine,” Artie’s dad said in response to that, though it was more to his wife before he started backing out of the parking lot.
“Yes, I think so too,” Artie’s mother said, her attention back on Artie and Quinn again. “You look so handsome, Artie, although your hair is getting a little long.” After a brief awkward pause, in which Artie figured his mom was realizing she needed to say something nice to Quinn, she said, “And you, Quinn, you’re just... glowing.”
Was glowing a good thing? Quinn blinked a few times, trying to process that, but figured she should just say thanks for the compliment and worry about its meaning later.
“Um, thanks. And for taking us out. It’s really nice of you,” she said, smiling a little self consciously. But seriously, glowing?!
“Did you two have a nice drive down here?” Quinn asked, buckling her seat belt in preparation for their drive.
“Of course, and it was fine, thanks,” Artie’s father said as he drove. “How was the studying going?”
Artie didn’t really trust himself to answer that with a straight face so he poked Quinn’s arm and gave her a look that meant she should answer.
Quinn just rolled her eyes slightly at Artie then put on a straight face as she answered his parents. “It’s going well I think. We still have a lot to do, but Artie’s really good at time management, so we’ll get it done in time.” If it weren’t her boyfriend’s parents she was talking to, she totally would have smirked at the end of that. But since that was not the case she just reached out and took Artie’s hand, giving it a light squeeze.
Artie squeezed Quinn’s hand back in response as his dad kept talking to her. “I’m sure that whatever needs to be done will get done, it’s just a matter of finding enough time to finish it off.”
Quinn began to laugh though quickly tried to mask it with a cough. “Sorry... tickle in my throat,” she said after a few moments. “But you’re absolutely right. You’ll find time to finish it off, right Artie?” She asked, looking at him mischievously.
Artie glared a little at Quinn, hoping valiantly that his parents wouldn’t pick up on the fact that they were kind of inadvertently encouraging their son to give his girlfriend orgasms when they dropped them back off at his dorm. “Yeah, definitely,” he said, because what else could he do? If he didn’t say that his parents would get mad at him for failing out of college but now that he had Quinn was just going to be smug. And Artie really enjoyed ruining her smugness whenever possible.
Even though she was fine with earlier being all about Artie she couldn’t deny that not being able to come had left her all fidgety and horny and if Artie’s dad kept making unintentional sexual references she was going to go crazy. She probably wasn’t helping herself by teasing Artie (and in turn, teasing herself since she couldn’t get anything until at least after dinner) so she decided to change the subject. “So, where are we going to dinner?”
Stressed - Part 2