sage ☥

Malcolm pleads with his eyes, “Come on do it for your favorite krelboyne brother.”

First period has come to an end but Malcolm has been consistently pestering you throughout class for one simple favor, honestly you’re surprised he hasn’t started guilt tripping you with one of his self deprecating rants

You let out a soft laugh as you look up from the assignment, keeping your head stationary, “You’re not my favorite.”

“Well,” his smile drops as he continues to question you, “then who’s your favorite?”

“Stevie without a doubt—Hell, maybe even Dabney,” you laugh and pat his shoulder as you get up to turn in your paper and pack up, dragging out your words, “literally anybody but you.”

Malcolm gets up to follow behind you, “Listen, I just need you to do this one thing for me, please.”

You scoff and stop in your tracks to turn to him, “It’s always one thing with you, honestly surprised you haven’t asked to swap souls yet.”

You continue your spiel as you step into the hallway, “So you want me to drag Reese to some party but make me stray away from him anyway so he’ll wander off with Alison and you can talk to a girl you’ll probably fumble?”

You laugh straight in his face, “That’s a superb plan, Malcolm, a really good one too,” Your words drip with sarcasm, “but where does that leave me?”

Malcolm still hot on your tail, “How the hell would I know? Besides she’s not just any girl, it’s Nicki.” He rolls his eyes and gestures to the keychain in your hand. “Since you like doing good deeds so much just do one more small thing for me. please.”

Tired of debating on the matter, You let out a sigh and accept defeat.

“Fine,” You put a finger up and gesture for him to wait before he can get a word out, “but don’t get all trigger happy and think I’ve gone soft on you. Me and Reese were going regardless.”

Malcolm lets out a relieved sigh at this “Thank god. I knew you still had a soul in that cold blooded body.”

“yeah, yeah, don’t make me change my mind.”

“This party fucking blows.” Malcolm huffs out as he plops into the spot next to you on the couch in whoever’s basement this is.

“What are you whining about now?” You throw your head back tiredly and let out a groan, “thought you said you had this one on lock.”

Malcolm scoffs, “Yeah, well as always I stand corrected, I mean,” God, here he goes, “She tells me to come see her at this party—so I do— but for what?” He turns to you as if you’re the one being questioned, yet cutting you off before you can even conjure up an answer for yourself.

“just to see her for a good two seconds and watch her blow me off for some guy? I just don’t get it. My life is the textbook definition of a screw up, If I was bleeding out on the street nobody would even ca-“

“Have you ever considered dropping the whole selfish act?”

Malcolm looks around the empty basement in disbelief, “Me? You think I have a selfish act?”

“You’re the only other person in this basement, aren’t you?”

Malcolm doesn't speak.

You take it as a sign to keep going.

“The first three times you had your way with Nicki, you blew it,” He’s making that face again. That dumb little face of feigned disbelief. And it does nothing but egg you on more, “Maybe if you stopped talking about yourself you’d have a better understanding of what it’s like to connect, not just relay information about how much of a shitty week you’ve had—“

“Oh, so you think you’re any better!”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean.”

“You’ve got this weird dominatrix tough girl attitude going on and to be honest—“ He leans in closer to lower his voice to a teasing whisper, “it doesn’t turn on nearly as many guys as you think it does.”

The both of you are boiling with anger, the tensions in the room are so high neither of you trust yourselves to speak.

Naturally, your bodies do the next best thing they can bring themselves to do.

The two of you meet halfway and your lips clash in a hurried and sloppy manner.

He lets out a groan at the force of sensations rushing to his senses at once.

Lips. Teeth. Tongues.

Hands dragging hot on each others bodies, trying to explore one another like it was their only purpose in life.

You feel him reach up to grope your boobs through your dress

You pull back and yank his hands down back to your thighs, “Who told you—“ You take a breath, “you could get all handsy with me?

Speaking in a rush to get it over with, “Yeah, i’m sorry” He grabs your face and goes back to work.

He only halts his movements to trail kisses up behind your ear, to your jaw and eventually leaving small hickeys and bites on your collarbone.

The slight pinches of his bites and the soothing feeling of his tongue tracing over them follows closely, sending electrifying sensations straight to your core.

When you feel his hand creep up your thighs, you let him explore this time.

The next time you focus in on his actions you feel his short nails scratch over the slicked area of your panties, lulling soft circles around your clothed clit.

You let out a strained sigh and drag his hand up until it reaches the waistband of your underwear, you look at him half lidded and give him a simple nod of approval.

He hooks his fingers in the waistband—ready to eagerly yank them down, only to be thrown off by the sudden sound of someone clumsily stumbling down the basement stairs.

The two of you look at the seemingly unconscious figure before turning back to each other.

You clear your throat as an attempt to regulate your speech.

“Let’s take it to my car, yeah? I’m not into the whole cuck shtick.”

There’s no noise in the car besides the audible sounds of your lips meeting, pushing, and pulling.

That and the lull of a song from whatever cd you listened to last.

When the two of you had gotten in your car, there was no thought or goal besides getting away from the livelihood of the party, needing a space for no one but the two of you. Simultaneously trying not to stray too far from the house itself.

Malcolm pulls back from the kiss, “If we get murdered it’s totally your fault” wasting no time to jump back into the push and pull of your bodies.

“mhm—“ it’s completely muffled as you can’t be bothered enough to pull back as he had just done moments ago, because honestly, you’re not paying him any mind.

You’re in the backseat of your car with your legs draped over Malcolm’s lap, and the worst part of it all? Not an ounce of shame in your body as you swiftly move through your motions.

The sensation of Malcolm dragging his rough hands up your skirt snaps you back into reality.

He repeats his motions from earlier, He hooks his fingers in the waistband—this time without any drunk guys stumbling out to cut them short, he yanks them down your ankles in a hurried fashion.

His thumb hovers over your eager clit, just enough to feel the pad of his thumb lightly graze the bundle of nerves, pushing a sharp inhale out of you.

“Is this okay?”

You eagerly nod your head without a second of hesitation, silently begging him to hurry up because of course you’d never give him the satisfaction of hearing you beg for anything.

He drags your wetness throughout your folds, never breaking eye contact with you in the process.

He slowly prods his finger at your entrance in a slow and experimental manner, when he sees no discomfort or resistance from you he pushes in fully.

You suppose his goal is just to stretch you out but god, with the way he’s working his fingers into you and against that specific spot he could make quick work of you now if he really wanted to.

As if he’s read your mind he pushes a second finger to your entrance and eases into the same pace the other finger is keeping.

You’re all moans and whines and he’s just…there.

Enjoying every new noise and expression he coaxes out of you.

You grab his wrist unexpectedly and look at him desperately hoping the look you give him goes without saying— please do something, anything.

Silently he shifts you off of his lap to slip out of his jeans and boxers, grabbing a silver packet out of one of the pockets before doing so.

“You really had the whole Nicki thing planned to a T, didn’t you?”

He doesn’t acknowledge your teasing, only kisses you in such a hungry manner, the kiss doesn’t taste like anger and envy to you anymore, it almost feels like—you laugh to yourself. no, it couldn’t be— it almost feels like desire.

You put both legs on either side of him to line him up with your waiting eager entrance.

Slowly sinking yourself down to get used to the length, he rubs small, nearly unnoticeable soothing circles on your back.

When he goes to ghost his fingers over your stomach, he stops at something hard and—cold?

He couldn’t believe the position he’d landed himself in.

Completely enthralled by a girl he promised he’d never fully get along with.

Deep down he always knew it was a slight bluff.

He throws his head back after looking around to make sure the two of you are out of sight, too overwhelmed with pleasure to make any moves of significance

“can I please touch your boobs now?”

You are also too overwhelmed by your own pleasure to form words so you opt for bringing his hands up to the black lacy bra still covering your breasts, squeezing his hands as a guide.

His finger brushes against something cold again. in a daze he drops his hands to your waist and pulls back to get a full look at you.

Through all the chaos of kissing and touching, your bra straps had begun to slip off your shoulders, revealing your hardened nipples with a silver bar in each one.

Malcolm meets your eyes as you’re already looking down at him.

“I told you I had things to hide,” a gasp leaves your mouth at the feeling of him bucking his hips up, meeting you halfway “you just never let me get to this part.”

He moves forward to bury his face in your cleavage, the sight of you is pornographic to him and looking at you is almost too much for him to handle.

“When you say you’re hiding something, sneaking a guy in your room makes total sense but this is just—“ his words are cut short and muffled by you peeling his head off your chest to put your hand over his mouth.

“god I thought you’d never shut up,” you manage to pant out between moans

For the first time—maybe ever— Malcolm doesn’t argue back, he just nods his head in acceptance.

His eyes are dazed with lust as he darts his tongue out to suck your pointer and middle finger into his mouth, refusing to break eye contact.

“oh my god you’re totally into this.”

His next thrust has a different feel—a different vigor to it, more determined, hitting a new angle that makes you clench your walls around his dick without a second thought to control yourself.

You eyes roll back as you feel that familiar burn of pleasure slowly creep up in your stomach.

When you finally open your eyes to look down at him again, he spits your fingers out of his mouth.

“there’s no chance in hell i’m letting you win this one.”

Without warning he reaches his hand down and uses his thumb to toy with your clit, speeding his thrusts up to his best abilities, showing that there is an obvious goal in his actions.

You put your hand on the foggy window to balance yourself, none of the words coming out of your mouth are coherent, to malcolm it’s all gasps and whines.

Accepting defeat, you let go and feel the knot that was building in your stomach snap.

Right now all you can think about is how much of a great call moving out to your car was.

Eventually your loud moans slow down to heavy breathing, still trying to wrap your head around who just forced a full blown orgasm out of you— an eye rolling one at that.

You hear Malcolm laugh at the way your body shuddered throughout your orgasm, taking notice of him being too lost in the silent rivalry to realize just how close he was to being in the same state as you, you clench around him, hard.

He lets out an unexpected whine that sends chills all throughout your body.

“Fuck- don’t think,” You feel his hips stutter as his thrusts switch to a slow and agonizing pace. “don’t think this means you won. I still hate you with every fiber in my body”

You use your last ounce of energy to pant something out of your mouth, “we both know that’s not true, don’t we?”

He lets out a load groan as he gives one final thrust inside you and unloads into the condom

you did it, you finally did it. you got the last word in a dispute with Malcolm. in your world it practically means you’ve won at life!

When you’ve gained composure you slowly pull yourself off his lap and slouch down in the seat next to him, heart still racing, breath still heavy.

“So.”

“So?”

There’s no angry or awkward tension in the air— it’s more of a cautionary, hesitant feeling.

“We can both agree that Reese can’t know about this, right?” Malcolm turns to look at you, “At least not until we figure this out for ourselves.”

You reach to grab your underwear from the drivers seat, only just now realizing how far he’d thrown them in the heat of the moment.

“That’s one thing we can agree on.”

After mustering up the energy, you drove back to a visible part around the house to pick up Reese and Alison.

“Well, looks like someone had a goodnight.”

You snap your head to turn to the backseat, already fearing what was in his hand before you see it.

Malcolm never got rid of the empty silver wrapper he conjured out of his pocket. And Reese is holding it.

“I-“

Reese cuts you off and raises his eyebrows at you in an expecting manner, “So who’s the lucky guy”

You open your mouth before you can fully think of a good response, “It’s not mine.”

Reese turns his head to Malcolm and leans in to whisper to him with pure amusement on his face. Though of course the ‘whisper’ is loud and clear to the rest of the car.

“Doin’ it in your arch nemesis’s car? Malcolm, you dirty dog.”

Malcolm is silent for a moment before lets out a small nervous laugh and glances at you, “Yep! my wildest trick yet, right?”