alive and kicking

Claire had known that life past high school would be very fast paced. This was that time in their lives where everyone wanted to be a someone by the age of twenty-five and well, to make that happen, you had to dedicate your time and basically everything else to whatever profession you wanted to be a part of. For Claire, that was public relations. More specifically for major fashion houses, which meant that she did a lot of work for basically nothing. Well, not entirely nothing because she got to raid the closets at work every so often, but it was still very much work.

And that work often kept her away from her boyfriend. Well, aside from the fact that they were no longer living together. Not due to anything negative, more so because they just were very busy and doing their own things. Tonight, she’d fully gone to sleep after texting him, expecting to spend the night alone. It wasn’t her favorite way to spend the night, especially after years of now sharing a bed with her boyfriend but it was a sign of the changing times. They were adults now. 

But she was pleasant surprised to hear the voice of her boyfriend, it appeared as if though he’d decided that they’d spent enough time apart. And even in her sleepy daze, she couldn’t agree more. “Hey,” She said, the smile on her face only growing bigger as she watched him make his way towards her. “As if you even had work.” Claire said with a playful scoff before noticing how he just pulled off his shirt and no matter how many times she’d enjoyed the sight of him shirtless, it never got old.

“Did you really miss me this much?” She asked as she made space besides her. “Or was your roommate being the worst?” Claire asked, pulling her eye mask off of the top of her head. “Actually, I’ll answer that. It was the first one, wasn’t it?” 

John grinned as he didn’t hesitate to unzip his jeans, letting them drop down his legs, pooling around his ankles before he picked them up, folding them before putting them on top of his backpack (this was clear evidence of Claire’s influence on him). “Of fucking course I did, baby. Seeing you for lunch and dinner don’t cut it for me.” He admitted, moving toward the side of the bed and turning down the blankets and covers so he could get into bed next to her. “I miss you so much. Every minute of every day, Claire.” He murmured when he was finally beside her, placing a tender kiss to her bare shoulder. Working his way up with soft kisses, John kissed Claire’s shoulder and up from the base of her neck, stopping just short of the corner of her sweet lips. “Mmmm, you know me too well. But I meant every word I said, promise.” 

“Bender…” She chastises him playfully, although she sort of expected that from her boyfriend. He was very attentive, he was but not when it came to things such as clothing and the run of the mill drama at their high school. But that was fine with her as he more than made up for that with how attentive he was towards her and her needs. Claire nodded as he spoke about how much he’d wanted her, a grin on her face as he didn’t care to just say how much he wanted her. While it was crude at times, it was flattering in a way to know that her boyfriend loved her as much as he did. “Well, how could I not?” She asked him. While Claire was more shy when it came to discussing their sex life, she made up for it when things happened. Just because she was a lady in the streets did not mean that she wasn’t a “freak” in the sheets. Although she hated such a term, she preferred sexually confident.  

His kiss to the cheek brought a light blush to her face, she enjoyed those small displays of affection from the man she loved. “I know, but can I just enjoy the sight of you all dressed up for just a bit longer?” She asked him, as she really loved this look on Bender. There was nothing like a man in a well tailored suit to get a woman going. This was a fact. “Yeah.” She nodded, not wanting him to dwell on what’d happened in his past. To her, John had survived a number of horrible ordeals and now was his time to celebrate his life. Tonight, being just that. A night to celebrate that he was going into his senior year of high school, despite all the nay sayers who thought he’d turn out to be a drop out. No, he was proving them wrong. 

Claire held onto him as he kissed at her neck, enjoying this moment for everything it was worth. “I would have been offended if you didn’t.” She teased him, as their eyes met once again. “And I’m more than okay with that. I love that your mushiness is only directed towards me.” Claire told him, reaching up to push his hair out of his face. “Oooh.” She said as he flashed off the white keycard, knowing tonight was definitely going to end in fireworks. She hadn’t even noticed the song changed as her focus had really just been on him and how handsome he looked in that moment. “Huh?” She asked, as she suddenly realized the Chainsmokers were on. “I don’t know, this is for the EDM crowd. You know i’m more of a pop girl.” Claire shrugged as she didn’t really care for this, but every time it came on… people just seemed to make out. At least that’s what happened at basically every house party she’d been at where this song came on. 

John loves their banter. The push and the pull of it, how they so easily had this rapport where they just got each other. It had come naturally, during that strange Saturday detention when the group of strangers had all bonded and become a unit that transcended any and all cliques that existed within Shermer High. The grin on her face makes him grin back. God, sometimes he forgets how much she makes him smile, as if he’d never smiled before in his life before her.  “Yeah, girl, you can’t resist me.” John quipped with a chuckle. He liked that since they had started having sex, she’d become more and more confident. It only turned him on more and more, made him crave her more than he already did. 

He pretends to hate her suggestion of staying at prom a little longer, rolling his eyes and groaning before he drops the act: “Of course. I’m cool if you are. I like your dress a lot on you and I think I’d like to grind all up on that ass before we retire for the night.” He said, his tone a bit teasing, but he means every damn word. John is grateful she doesn’t press what he means - she gets it... It’s a relieving feeling to know that she gets it. That was one of the things he loved best about Claire: she understood what made him, him and it didn’t make her spurn him. 

It meant the world to her to hear him say that to her. That she was his home, that he thought that highly of her. It only confirmed to her what she already knew. She loved John Bender. She loved him so much, she should probably be scared at just how much she loved him. How much she needed him but he loved her just as much. They managed to make homes out of each other, they were happy with each other. 

“Bender!” She said, with a small laugh. The hijinks he found himself involved, they would ever not be outrageous. At this point, she just accepted that Bender would bring plenty of laughs, headaches and headaches but she loved him all the same. “Well, whoever picked them out for you did a great job.” She held the assortment of flowers against the fabric of her dress, the attention of detail was stunning. That led her to believe that this was entirely put together by Brian, Andrew didn’t possess the taste level needed to put something like this together. 

“You clean up amazingly.” She correctedly him, as this was more than nice. Bender looked like a different person. But once he spoke, he was the exact same guy she fell in love with. “Okay, as nice as this surprise is, I’m kind of upset I missed out on these moments” Claire pouted, she would have loved to have been there for Bender’s suit fitting as she knew it would have given her adorable pictures. “That’s so sweet of Brian.” She said, as she looked over to see where he was. Claire would definitely have to pay that forward, he’d done so much to make sure we had a great night. “I knew you’d like that.” Claire giggled as he squeezed at her ass. “I do love this mushy side of you.” She nodded. “Well, I can’t say I don’t mind the sex machine part of you.” She hummed the bars right along with him, laughing as he ducked his head to kiss at her neck. “Oh baby, I think I’ll manage.” She told him, the sight of him in that suit had been enough for her. “I already love it.” She let him know. “I love the idea of that but I think we should see this prom though.” She looked around them. “Make memories and all of that good stuff.” 

Her laughter is a beautiful sound. And something deep down inside of him that he’s not ready to admit to yet knows that it’s a sound he hopes to hear for the rest of his life. John follows her hand as it matches her corsage to her dress, and shrugs, still a bit fuckin’ clueless about the how and why flowers and dresses are supposed to match. “I mean, Allison helped us out by sending along a picture of you in your dress because I honestly barely remember going with you while you tried on dresses.” He admits. “Because all I could think about was how much I wanted to go in there and fuck you.” Of course, they’d fooled around a little. “Granted, I was grateful that you let me sneak in there and at least feel you up, but...” He lets his words trail off, knowing he’s already embarrassing her enough with his frank discussion of their sex life.  

John grins when she tells him he cleans up amazingly. “Thank you. It’s all for you, girl.” He leans in a little closer to press a kiss to her cheek. “’Cause you know I’d rather be back in my ripped jeans.” He can’t help but tease, reaching up a hand to touch her face when she pouts. “Aw, babe. I’m sure Andy or Bri has some photos of it. Especially with how I got pissed off when the tailor dude got too close to my junk, but... You know why I’d get pissed off about something like that...” He was, of course, alluding to how he had been sexually abused by his grandfather when he was young. It was something that had irrevocably changed him and it had been a hard discussion when John felt comfortable enough to reveal the abuse to Claire. It had been hard to see her cry and be surprised and anguished about his past, but he knew that Claire didn’t think of him as less of a man despite the abuse, as that was his fear: to be seen as less of a man because someone who was supposed to take care of him had mistreated him. 

Brent looked down at his son, baby Yale. He would never refer to his son as a mistake, as he was everything but that. But was he unexpected… certainly. Why? Because he’d come from a lapse of judgement. A moment of fun between three consenting adults had ended with him being the father of the baby before him. Don’t worry, he’d been just as shocked as just about everyone involved that he’d ended up being the babies father. After all, he was the strictly dickly member of that devil’s threesome but yeah, he was now a father. A father stuck at some bullshit daddy and me class. It had been his mother’s idea.

Great. As if he hadn’t had enough on his plate, now he had to do this as well. He looked down at his little man, a small smile working at his lips. He was lucky he was so darn cute, he was the only reason he was endure this torture. Because that was exactly what this was. He was already knocked to his kid, they shared DNA. How much more close could they be? 

Brent’s attention snapped back at the opening door, at it…. a guy. A really cute guy. With a baby. Of course. He looked back at their new wave, hippie dippy instructor although he was tuning her out to pay attention to his son and his cuteness. Well before said cute guy sat down besides him. “Hey.” He told him right back, flashing him a small smile before focusing back on his son. 

The group leader, an older woman with long, graying hair, some kind of pants that seemed to have a kind of paisley print that Orion’s mom would have called garish when paired with Miss Heidi’s (as Miss Heidi was how the older woman was introducing herself to the group) bold and colorful patterned shirt. She also had her dainty wrists festooned with golden bangles and other assorted bracelets that were probably bought to be associated with charitable efforts. How this woman ended up leading a group of young fathers - most of whom looked to be around Orion’s own age or a bit younger or a bit older. She was clasping her hands together, only in a minor way inconvenienced by Orion and Rocket’s late entrance. “Anyway, as I was saying, welcome to the Y’s Daddy and Me group! Here, we will foster that special father-infant bond that is entirely necessary for both parties. We will work on that by going through some fun little exercises, but another aim of this group is to be a support system for young men such as yourselves, because while it is also important for a mother to have friends and support, we must also be sure that the father has a support system and friends, too.”

Orion’s golden brows knit. He had plenty of friends. In school, he’d been a cool guy. It was some kind of perfect storm of his good looks, unplaceable accent, money, and his athleticism in his sport of choice: swimming. He’d always looked damn good in his Speedo and it drew girls and boys alike from his school to watch him at meets. Even after high school, people liked him. And not just because he was often the guy you’d go to to hook you up with some coke, some molly, or some good old fashioned mary jane. However, he didn’t dare contradict the instructor. Instead, she’d focused the group on going around and saying their name and their child’s name and age. When it came to him - after Shane and his four month old daughter Maylee - Orion cleared his throat a little as he adjusted his grasp on Rocket in his lap. “Uh, hi, I’m Orion. And this here is Rocket. He’s going to be six months next week.” 

He looked over at the boy next to him, curious, but was intrigued to learn his name was Brent and that he had a son, too, named Yale. And once class drew to a close after rounds of singing silly songs and doing exercises like getting the babies (all were within the same age range, surprisingly) to stand or sit up. There was also the weird one where Miss Heidi had made them basically play aeroplane with the babies. Orion had had to stop himself from laughing when one baby threw up on its dad. Kneeling down and carefully securing a sleepy Rocket back into his carrier, he looked over at Brent. “So, uh, that was... Something else, right?” There was something about Brent that intrigued him... And wasn’t the point of the group to meet new people?

“That’s what I thought you said but I just wanted to make sure that I caught that for myself.” Claire playfully batted her eyelashes, smiling into his kiss. “Always?” She asked him, one of her eyebrows raising. “And here I thought you just thought that I was some kind if pompous rich bitch. Or was beautiful also included in that descriptor?” She asked, smiling brightly as he spoke. He wasn’t the only one in shock of what they’d become. But she couldn’t have aksed for anything else than what it was what she had. 

“Yeah, something like that.” She said, actually more like she moaned out as Bender was doing what it was that he did so well. Get her to that place in record time. Not that she could really compare him to anyone else, but she felt bad for anyone else who tried to do what it was that he did for her because they would be competing against the best. “Oh my god.” She let out as he continued to rub his fingers against her clit, record time.

“No. You know I’ve never been a fan of that saying as I’ve never been really patient.” She said, well said until she felt his fingers enter her, which was met with yet another moan from her. His tongue finally replaced his fingers and Claire was suddenly in heaven. This was truly what heaven was, Bender eating her out. “Bender, Bender.” She called out as she ran her fingers through his black locks. “Just like that. Don’t stop, please don’t stop.” She asked of him as she propped herself up just to see him go to work on her. 

“Of course I said it.” John responded, smiling a little. “I meant it... And rich bitch was something I called you before I knew you for the amazing woman you are.” He just smirks at her batting eyelashes, pressing a kiss onto the tip of her nose sweetly. “And now I’ve got the best girl in the whole world, basically.” He strokes her hair softly, grinning at her again. It was honestly hard for him to believe that they were together at times. She was more than he could have ever thought, and he was truly lucky. 

Her sweet moans made him smile against her skin as he leaned in to kiss her neck as he rubbed her clit gently, hoping to earn more moans from her. 

“I do” She told him, in a moment of seriousness considering the nature of their conversation before she’d said that. But she needed him to know that, She did  love him. She loved him so much, that she couldn’t imagine her life without him. Moments like this, they only cemented that belief. “Baby.” Claire shook her head as she didn’t want him to think that. Bender had thanked her enough for her hospitality, there wasn’t anything more she could ask for him to do. Claire cupped his face as he spoke, her thumbs running against his cheeks as he got the words out. “Well, there’s no one I would have rather saved than you.” Claire said, a small smile on her face. Bender deserved so much more than what he’d been given in life. He deserved happiness and love. He deserved what her mother and herself tried to give him. Claire pulled him in, their lips meeting again. If only he knew that him being there for her and loving her, that was enough for her. “Just stay with me. That’s enough.” She whispered as she pulled away slightly, their eyes meeting. “That’s all I want.”

“You don’t say.” Claire teased him, as she knew this hadn’t been all Bender. Bender sneezed in the presence of flowers, so him going to a shop full of them seemed like a task for him. But she was flattered to hear who had helped him get the gorgeous arrangement of flowers that sat on her wrist. Allison and Brian. “Well, remind me to thank them later.” Claire told him, already working up some way to show them her gratitude. Maybe a post Prom after party brunch on her? That seemed appropriate. 

They swayed to the classic 80′s song that Bender appeared to know by heart. He was such an old man sometimes. Their eyes soon met once again, followed quickly by their lips. She honestly couldn’t have been happier with how her Prom was unfolding. He’d done everything in his power to make this damn near perfect for her and it was just that. Claire dropped her head, as she knew she was blushing when she heard what he said to say. “I could say the same about you. You’re so handsome. And I am so,, so, so in love with you too.” She shrugged. “Probably but you know, I love this side of you.” Claire leaned up to meet his lips again. “And you’re my everything.”  Claire grinned a she felt his hands rest on her hips, knowing that if he had his way… they would not have stopped there. So she reached back and took a hold of one of them, placing them on her ass. “Another surprise? Bender…” Claire didn’t know how many more surprises she could take that evening. “Shut up.” She said once he’d told her that he’d gotten them a room. “Seriously?”

There was something about this moment. Standing with Claire and going into their first prom together. John smiled back at her in response to her words, nodding his head in understanding. There’s no one I would have rather saved than you. Her words bounce around in his head and he feels almost... Light. Her words mean more than he could ever speak to and he knows she knows just how much it all means to him. He kissed her back gently before meeting her gaze when she pulls away. “I promise.” He says, just as softly. And he means it. “You’re my home.” He whispers, in return. 

He grins, a bit bashful. John couldn’t help that flowers made him sneeze. “Yeah. Andrew, Brian, and I went over there, after I’d popped a Benadryl to stave off the sneezing. I almost fell into some bush of flowers because it knocked me out, but it was worth it.” He tells her with a laugh, remembering the moment. He’d smelled like motor oil from a long day at work, but Andrew had given him the allergy medication to help him. It had helped so much that the next thing he knew, he was in Brian’s mom’s minivan again, waking up to staring up at the van’s stained ceiling. “I don’t really remember helping pick out the flowers, but, um, I’m glad the corsage came out well.” He admits with another laugh, this time more sheepish. 

“You don’t say.” Claire said after him, with a playful roll of her eyes. “You are the worst.” She nodded in agreement. “And I’m really grateful that you did.” She told him, this was the best surprise he could have given her. Claire laid her head against his chest as he hugged her, he was there in her arms at their senior prom. This night could get better. “You’ve thanked me enough in your own way.” She shrugged, as she didn’t want Bender to think he hadn’t done his part. He did plenty not just for her but for the Standish women. He was a welcomed member of their home, of their family. This wasn’t just some relationship to Claire, no. She’d met someone who she loved in Jason. She met someone who she wanted a future with. 

“How could I not? You put together a corsage. You, John Bender. This will surely be a Shermer artifact by the end of the night.” Claire teased him, as she grabbed a hold of his arm. She looked up at him, smiling brightly as they walked back into the venue. Finally, Prom felt perfect. “Yes.” She nodded, she would have loved nothing more than to get those stupid pictures with Bender, Not just to remind people that she’d been the girl that drove John Bender to come to Prom. But because he deserved these pictures just as much as she did. This was a guy that’d endured so much during his four years at this school and look at him now, he was graduating along with her. He was going to a good university with her by his side and he was loved. He was loved.

Claire adjusted her sleek straight strawberry blonde hair, leaning back into his embrace as they prepared themselves for the flashes of the camera. She turned her head to look back at him, he not only looked handsome.He looked so handsome but he looked hapy. That was all she’d wanted for him. She turned her attention back to the lens, smiling happily. “And you’re the most handsome guy here, John.” She cupped his face, just looking at him. She just loved looking at him, she just loved him. Of course Bender would be rushing to the dance floor once an 80′s ballad came on. He was such an old man sometimes, and she was more than okay with that. ”Yes. Of course.”

John chuckles, a firm hand finding her waist. “Yeaaaah, yeah, I’m the worst, but you love me.” He smiles, happy that he’s made her so happy. He holds her close for a long moment, pressing a sweet kiss to the top of her head. Her soft hair smells like her favorite perfume and hairspray. He rests his cheek briefly against her hair, closing his eyes and soaking the moment in while it’s still just the two of them. “Yeah, but... I don’t know if I’ll ever feel like I’ve thanked you enough.” He says quietly, eyes opening as he pulls back to look at her. “You...” He huffs, finding it temporarily hard to find the words, pressing his lips together before his gaze softens briefly. “You saved me.” It’s something he’s surely said before, but it bears repeating. “And I don’t think I could ever repay your kindness... And your... Your patience and love.” He had never truly felt comfortable at the Bender home, it was just a fact. His father liked to get drunk and scream at him and beat the shit out of him and his stepmother thought him an aberration of nature. He’d been molested, had his ass kicked, and been simply ignored many times in his life. There was none of that in the Standish household. Sure, Claire’s mother traveled a lot for work, but when Mrs. Standish was home, it was an environment that was novel to John. 

Novel, in that there was nothing but love and compassion and care. It was the closest thing John had experienced to what a family should be. 

He grins, admiring his handiwork in her corsage. “I had some help.” He admitted. “Allison told me the color of your dress and Brian helped me figure out what flowers would look good. So, not all my idea. I’m fuckin’ clueless about flowers, which is why I rarely ever get you any.” He chuckles a little, but it’s true. Flowers are an anomaly to him. A heavy scented plant that makes him sneeze more than he figures it’s worth the twenty bucks he could spend on other shit. Like condoms. Which reminds him that he needs to mention the hotel room he’s got for them. But he’s distracted by posing for the photo with her, watching her fix her hair even though there isn’t a single strand out of place. He knows when he wraps his arms around her that he wants this for-fucking-ever. A word he used to avoid like the plague, but... Claire’s changed him in a way that he didn’t think would be possible. And it’s all for the better. 

Claire was obviously excited, she was at her senior prom. 

She’d thought of this moment for quite some time, in fact she’d had a scrapbook of what she wanted her prom night to look like. She would be wearing a stunning dress, which she had definitely checked off. It wasn’t as over the top as she’d imagined her gown being when she was nine but it complimented her beautifully. She would arrive in a horse and carriage, which she’d actually done because while her dress might not have been dramatic… Claire Standish still had to make a statement. That she’d definitely done but the one thing she didn’t have that evening?

Her Prince Charming.  In her scrapbook, she was always accompanied by a handsome man.

Tonight, she was walking into prom solo. Which wasn’t the worst thing in the world. She knew that there were bigger problems in the world than who she arrived to prom with, but a part of her really wished that she would have had that someone. Her someone being John Bender. 

But as with most things, their opinion on prom differed wildly. She thought of it as a magically night that celebrated the fact they were soon going to be going their separate ways and Bender thought of it as a giant wank fest. So that was why she was alone on one of the bigger nights of her life. But she had no time to dwell on that, because he was the one missing out on a night of fun- that she’d helped put together. Not just that, but she wouldn’t be entirely alone. She would have Allison, Andrew and Brian to keep her company… who were oddly nowhere to be found yet. 

Their limo couldn’t have been that plagued with problems. There’s no way. Just as she was about to call them once again, she caught sight of her favorite trio. She scolded them lightly, explaining the difference between fashionably late and just plain late before they interrupted her to let her know that the prom committee needed her help with something outside. 

Even on her night, she had to work. She stepped out to find not a problem, but a John Bender. A very handsome John Bender in a very well put tailored tuxedo. Claire shook her head, her lips trying their hardest not to break out into a big grin as she made her way towards him. Her hands cupped his face, pulling him in for a quick kiss. 

“You’re the worst, John Bender.” She smiled against his lips before kissing him again. “Thank you.”

When John saw her reaction, he knew it was all worth it. Those perfect lips, trying to hide a smile, the flush blossoming on her cheeks. He immediately wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her in close to him, kissing her back eagerly. “There’s no problem with the dance,” He said softly so only she could hear, a rare smile settled on his own lips. “It was a ruse to surprise you. But I think you know that by now. I know, I’m the worst, but... I had to do this. For you.” He hugged her for a moment before pulling back to look at her. “You’ve done so much for me since we got together, and I can’t thank you enough for it. But I’d like to hope that this, going to prom together, is at least a start.” 

He kept his words soft, not wanting anyone to overhear their personal business. But he meant every word he said. And gazing back at her, he knew that Claire was well aware of the gravity his words had. “I’m glad you liked the corsage I sent over earlier.” He said, moving to offer her his arm so they could walk in together. “I had to call in a few favors to make sure that got to you in time.” John joked with a grin before his dark eyes drifted to the photographer currently photographing Andrew and Allison in the classic prom clinch. 

“Do you... Wanna go get our photo taken?” John never felt like he ever looked too good in photos, as generally he just wasn’t too familiar with it on the whole. His father wasn’t much for documenting anything and his stepmother was only insistent on wedding photos despite his father’s disdain. But since being with Claire, he’d been brought into a social media driven world of selfies and Snapchat. He reluctantly would be in photos if Claire asked, but Snapchat still was a bit mystifying. He nonetheless preferred using that app to send Claire photos of his abs... Or of his dick. 

“What was that?” She asked her boyfriend, as she enjoyed hearing him complimenting her, It was a nice reminder of how far they’d come from those two people who really couldn’t stand to be next to each other. Look at them now, they were as close as two people could be. Claire brought her lips back onto his, her way of saying I love you. Because she did love him and she loved who they were today.

“Uh huh.” She nodded, her breath hitching up as his hand rubbed at her core. “Well, I take pleasure in hearing that. that’s what comes with having a great diet.” Claire said, her words staggering and small moans leaving her lips in between words as he continued to rub at her, her hips moving to catch the rhythm of his hands as she’d wanted this so badly at this point. 

Claire spread her legs wider once she felt the fabric of her thong off of her completely. And in a move that wasn’t very her, she grabbe a hold of Jason’s hair and guided him towards her core as she didn’t want him to tease her anymore. She needed release and the only person who could give her that was Jason Bender. That and he had to get her prepared for what she would be taking on later that night. To say she was nervous, it was a bit of an understatement but she was ready. 

John grinned down at his girlfriend, running a hand through his dark hair that had fallen into his face before he repeated himself: “You’re so hot.” He leaned down into the kiss she offered, his fingers toying with the soft ends of her hair briefly. When they broke apart, he said softly, “You know, I always thought you were beautiful. I can’t believe you’re mine.” He punctuated the statement by pressing a soft kiss to her tender lips. 

He observed how her breath hitched when he touched her, and chuckled darkly. “Like that?” He inquired, his fingers rubbing her firmly, but not too hard. He could feel that she was getting wet and, knowing that they were going to finally have sex, John could feel his dick ache in his boxers, more than ready for action. But he wanted to get her off first. To prepare her, of course, and to also taste her again. Sure, they’d fooled around the night before, but there was something just so significant about him going down on her. Maybe it was because he knew she had never experienced that before him, but maybe it was also just that John really enjoyed the look on her face when she came. 

Pure bliss.

Claire bit on one of the tips of his fingers playfully at the expletive that  left his lips. Hear him say that was like music to her ears. weirdly enough, she ‘d be the first to say it. But she enjoyed how Bender didn’t keep his emotions to himself. He was unlike so many around them. He wore his emotions on his sleeves. If he was mad, he let you know he was mad. If he was sad, he was a bit more protective of that one but he would still let you know in his own unique way and if he was horny, he also let you know. “Maybe…” She repeated after him, narrowing her eyes wondering where he was going with this one. “We… can consider that if and when the time comes.” She said, putting a little stop to the cum talk as he knew that she wasn’t yet a fan of it. A spitter she definitely was. Although, she had started to put him on a strict diet of fruit in the morning and according to all her friends, that made it more appealing. 

But her inner thoughts on the taste of scum came to an end the moment she saw that smile. That smile that would make her do whatever it was that he wanted her to do. That smile was all John. The man that held her heart close, the man that she wanted to spend the rest of her life with. 

“Tell me something I don’t know.” She teased him as he commented on her beauty in that moment if only to make him smile some more. She didn’t want to sound conceited but she knew she was beautiful. She’d heard it her entire life bit in this moment, with John… she felt her most beautiful. Because she wasn’t some piece of meat to him, she was his end all, be all. Her hands reached forward, running down the ridges of his midsection. A small laugh leaving her lips as he pulled off his pants, leaving him in just his boxers which showed how badly a certain part of him wanted to get out of them. 

“I love you too.” She repeated, not even letting him finish but that’s how she felt. She loved him. “I love you.” She said once again as she leaned up to meet his lips again, one of her hands working through the back of his jet black locks. 

John chuckled darkly when Claire playfully nipped at his fingertips. “God, you’re so hot.” He stated with a shake of his head. He listened to her response to his idea, and knew immediately that she wasn’t so keen on the idea of him coming in her mouth. She was a spitter, and that was okay. All that mattered to him was that she was sucking his dick in the first place. Sometimes, previous to his relationship with Claire, girls were completely not even willing to try to go down on him. The size had left some of them very daunted. John reckoned that Claire liked the challenge. 

He rolled his eyes when she teased him, one of his hands dropping down to rub her through her panties. “Tell you something you don’t know?” He echoed, a playful grin growing on his lips. “How about... that you have the sweetest pussy I’ve ever tasted?” It was true. He liked eating pussy, but Claire’s tasted better than anyone else’s ever did. Maybe it had something to do with being so in love, but either way... He sighed when she touched his abs - the abs he worked hard for, often in the gym with Andrew or sometimes with Brian - and bit his lower lip when her fingers skated close to his hard-on. 

“I do, don’t I? You know, it’s been awhile since my mouth has gotten acquainted with your cock, hasn’t it?” She asked him as she kissed his finger tip, smiling bright as her eyes looked back up at his.Bender allowed for a side of Claire to come out, a side she’d never explored much. Given she was the prim and perfect princess of Shermer, but with him… she was allowed to be a bit devious. A bit of a troublemaker and if she was being honest, she really enjoyed this side of her.Not that anyone else would be seeing it, no. But she wouldn’t mind doing this more often. 

Claire smiled, enjoying the sight of him enjoying what she did to him. There was a satisfaction in knowing that she could do that to him. But even with her confidence with this situation, those nerves were ever present. More with each piece of clothing that came off. She kissed him deeply, her nerves being drowned out some but she heard the click of her bra coming undone and she knew that it was just one step closer to this bg moment. She lightly nudged his head with hers as he pressed a kiss on her shoulder, a small moan leaving her lips as she felt his thumb against her nipple.

She nodded slowly as he spoke, smiling into his kiss. She pulled away from him, pressing another quick kiss on his lips before she laid back on her bed. Her eyes marveled at the work of art that was Bender without a shirt on. 

John’s dark eyes flash with lust when she mentions sucking his cock. “Goddamnit,” he growls, low in his throat, gazing at how she kisses his fingertip. Now, all he can think of is her mouth around his cock and how fucking good that feels. He’s almost painfully hard, but he has a plan that he doesn’t wish to be deterred from. “Maybe,” he proposes, his voice light and playful. “I’ll come in that pretty little mouth of yours then, if that’s what my girl wants... Just pull out and let you suck me off once you get yours, princess.” 

Dirty talk is nearly an art form to John, and he likes how it makes Claire blush or squirm. Like how the other day, at lunch, when he whispered in her ear about how he’d rather be eating her pussy right then, considering it tasted infinitely better than anything the Shermer High cafeteria had to offer. She gave him a punch to the shoulder that still felt a little sore, but it was worth it to see her cheeks turn bright pink. He glanced up when she nudged her head with his, giving her a small, rare soft Bender smile. 

Her quiet moan urged him on, and he grinned when she laid back, red hair splaying across the bedspread. He took in this moment: how the flush was spreading over her soft pale skin, the rosy-tipped nipples on perfect breasts, and those damn panties - he recognized them as a pair he’d bought her for Christmas. “You’re so gorgeous. So fucking gorgeous.” John stated, his voice husky with desire. He reached down, undoing and slipping off his jeans, leaving himself in just his boxers - with his erection standing proud underneath, pointing like a compass to true north.