by
DevilChild
Fandom: The Fast and The Furious
Rating: For Mature Readers
Pairing: Dom/Bri; Bri/Mia
Author's Note: A TF&TF High School AU inspired by an onlist challange. Thanks to Dawn and Bone for the beta. Thanks to Khal for additional helpful commentary.
Copyright and Disclaimer: The Fast and The Furious and the characters from it are creations of Gary Scott Thompson, Eric Bergquist, and David Ayer. I make no claims their ownership or creation. This bit of not for profit modern folklore (thank you Prof. Jenkins) is mine.
There was no table big enough for all of them except the picnic table in the back, but nobody wanted to figure out how to lug it in, and nobody wanted to go outside into the gray November and eat.
They ended up in the front room. Dom smiled apologetically at Brian as he and Vince hunkered over the coffee table. Brian shrugged and sat down on the floor next to Mia. He was all ready to tear into the huge pile of turkey, potatoes, peas, stuffing, and cranberry sauce when she deftly removed the fork from his hand.
Huh?
He reached to take it back, but she playfully swatted his hand and used the fork to scoop up a big bite of gravy soaked stuffing.
Ooookkkayy.
Brian shrugged and opened wide as she fed him. Of course Nick, Dom , Leon and Jesse thought that this was one of the silliest things, ever, but Mia had made up her mind; she wanted to feed Brian, and, well, okay. Girls were weird sometimes.
Besides, it made Vince practically glow with jealousy. Always a good thing in Brian's book.
He decided that if she was going to feed him, he would feed her. He picked up a carrot stick from her plate -- carrot stick?! what kind of crap rabbit food was that?! -- and held it to her lips. Mia giggled (god! what a beautiful sound!) and bit down. Brian fed her turkey shreds and carrot sticks as she forked him full of cranberry sauce. Glancing down at her plate, Brian noticed that she had no more finger foods left. He reached for her fork, but she stayed his hand and murmured, "No, use your fingers."
"Mia, it's peas." But in the face of her stubborn insistence he picked up two butter slippery peas and pressed them to her lips and she --
Ohgod.
Her lips, soft, tickling.
The delicate hint of her tongue.
It
-- Vince stormed off the couch and into the kitchen muttering darkly about people who needed to fucking grow up and not eat like babies --
went
-- Jesse said something about it being better than the spice channel, while Leon flushed beet red --
straight to
-- Nick smiled at them, a wicked, yet fond glint in his eyes --
his dick.
Dom's face could have been carved from stone as he kept his eyes unwaveringly glued to the TV.
Brian swallowed hard. Oh God. Thank God for baggy jeans. He wanted a second helping of everything, but Mia seemed to be done eating, and he didn't want to send her to wait on him, and if he got up now, it meant being in the kitchen with Vince. Not that Vince would try anything really stupid, but Brian just didn't feel like dealing with the jackass remarks that Vince would make. He just didn't want anything to spoil his good mood. Brian set his plate aside and held out his arms for Mia to snuggle into.
Besides, not having a second helping of everything meant he'd actually have room for a big ass piece from the pies that he and Mia had baked.
~oo(0)oo~
Bored with the football game and not really having much to say to an unusually taciturn Dom and also since Vince was back in the room, Brian got up and wandered into the kitchen.
The dish washer churned away, but on top of that Mia stood at the sink, up to her elbows in soapsuds. Brian slid his arms around her. "Hey," he murmured into her ear, "What's this? Haven't those bozos in there heard the rule that the cook does not clean?"
She chuffed. "Boy, I'd like to live in a house where that was the rule."
Gently nudging her aside, Brian took the sponge. "I'll scrub, you dry."
"Awww, Brian, you don't have to ..."
He kissed her cheek. "But I want to." He picked up a plate and began scrubbing away.
"Heh. That's real sweet." Vince's voice came from the general direction of the doorway.
Mia turned. "Pie's on the table, whipped cream is in the fridge."
Ignoring her, Vince continued looked at Brian and continued, "After you're done there, put on a dress and I'll take you down to the mall so you can go giggle with the rest of the girls, or, better yet, I'll take you home to meet the folks."
"Vince!" Mia shouted, pissed.
Brian put a hand over her arm. "No, Mia. It's okay. Just give me five." Brian gave Vince the dirtiest look he could muster as he edged past him, ignored the cursory glances of the rest of the guys as he darted in front of the TV, and sprinted up the stairs.
Brian had no idea where this crazy notion came from, but, shit, he couldn't wait to see the look on Vince's face when he came back down. He whipped open the door to Mia's closet. She had to have something suitable .... He pulled out a red dress.
(Wow! He'd like to see Mia in this!)
Behind him the door creaked open. "Brian?" Mia asked, softly, hesitantly.
He turned, red dress in one hand, black one in the other. Her eyes snapped open and her hands clapped over her mouth to hold the laughter in. "Oh you wouldn't!" she gasped, delighted.
"The hell I won't. Which do you think?"
An evil, impish grin crossed her face. "Well, neither, actually. I have a better idea."
~oo(0)oo~
Mia had to be the coolest girlfriend, like, ever, Brian thought as he looked at himself in the mirror 20 minutes later.
~oo(0)oo~
Hair gelled into ringlets, made up, nails buffed to a shine, clad in pantyhose, one of Mia's cheerleading skirts, and a tight pink sweater, Brian flounced down the stairs. "Vince," he falsettoed, "I'm ready to meet your folks."
Immediate results.
Leon spit pie.
Jessie knocked both his and Leon 's cokes over.
Nick choked on his beer.
"What?" Brian cooed, raising a glossy nailed hand to his lips in a mock shocked gesture before mincing over to the couch to sit down on the still frozen with shock Vince's lap.
As soon as Brian's body touched his, Vince shot to his feet, sending Brian tumbling to the floor.
Gasping with laughter, Nick managed to choke out, "Vince, that's no way to treat a lady." Which caused everybody else to laugh all the harder.
Furious, Vince picked up his plate and hurled it across the room.
Dom, smiling to hold back the laughs, looked up at Vince and said, "He got you good. Now take it --" he lost it completely "-- take it like a man!"
With characteristic ill grace, Vince picked up the shattered remains of his plate while Brian climbed back to his feet and preened and posed for the rest of them.
Throwing his arm around Mia's shoulder a few minutes later, Brian announced, "Hot lesbian dishwashing action in the kitchen, boys." And the two of them pranced through the doorway, Leon 's comment of, "See V, that's what happens when old coyotes try to take on the road runner!" following after.
~oo(0)oo~
Brian had so much fun with Vince's discomfort that he decided to play hostess with the mostest for the rest of the evening. Leon fell right in with it, even going so far as to feel Brian up. "Oooh, socks! My favorite," he leered, peeking down Brian's shirt, which sent Nick into fits of laughter while Vince scowled and sulked on the couch.
Brian even made a show of even sitting on Dom's lap a few times, but there was just something uncomfortable about that. Dom made all the same sorts of jokes as Leon and Nick, but his eyes rabbited and he never held Brian's gaze for more than a split second, and whenever Brian got in his personal space, Dom seemed stiff, tense. Almost like Dom liked having Brian on his lap, but at the same time was afraid of it.
Eventually, Brian looked at the clock and saw that it was 11 o'clock. Shit. His mom would probably be home within an hour or two. Nick had conked out in his chair and everybody else had started to crack big yawns.
No freaking way could he go home like this -- although the idea of the look on his mom's face had Brian smiling.
Turning to Mia, Brian pointed to his face and asked, "This stuff comes off with soap and water, right?"
"Most of it does. Here." She took his hand and led him upstairs to the bathroom.
It took a couple of passes with the eye makeup remover -- geez, makeup was more complex than he realized -- to get the last traces of the mascara off. Not that Brian minded its stubbornness. He had kinda liked sitting on the lid of the toilet, eyes closed, while Mia's soft fingers trailed, soft and silky, across his face. "I should give you a facial," she said, her voice teased gently.
If being given a facial meant that he would just sit back and float in heaven while Mia would softly touch his face while smoothing various creams and whatever kind of gook women put on for facials, Brian could take any kind of ribbing from the guys. They didn't know what it felt like to have fingers like feathers touching your face.
Toweling the last of the water from his face, Brian wandered out of the bathroom and headed back into Mia's bedroom. She followed behind and closed the door. Sitting on the bed, he took off his shoes and socks, and alas, ripped her poor over taxed pantyhose as he tried to shinny them off. A second later he shucked the sweater and reached for his shirt when he realized ... "Mia, my clothes please."
"Only if I can put them on you."
The faint hum of the TV and the ticking of the clock broke the silence.
Shit.
She meant it.
"Uh ... Mia?" He stepped toward her on legs suddenly gone rubbery, clad only in that too short skirt, instantly hard. "That might not be such a good idea." He made a move toward his jeans, planning to go commando, since she still had his boxers, but with a gazelle like leap, she stopped him, underwear dangling provocatively from her fingers, yet just out of reach.
"I promise I won't do anything you don't like, and I'll still respect you in the morning."
Brian's mouth turned cotton dry. "Mia ... I-I'm ... I mean, do you have any idea of what --"
"Oh, I have every idea, Brian," she said, and gave him a little push toward the bed.
Not that she had to push hard, or push at all.
Brian had had a few make out sessions with Mia before. Nothing much, they both had such busy schedules and limited privacy. As he lay back on top of the bed with her body atop his, all he could think about was the sheer danger of getting caught and the fact that it had taken about two seconds for that fucking skirt to ride up.
After about seven glorious minutes of holding her underwear clad body and cupping, and touching, and stroking, and feeling the way she moved and that tantalizing hint of dampness between her legs, her hands, likewise stroking, moved right there and brought matters to a crisis.
"Mia," Brian panted, tearing his lips from hers, "I figure --" kiss "-- we got at most --" kiss "-- 15 minutes ohgod --" kiss "--before there's --" kiss "-- a knock onthedoor." The last bit came out in a squeaking rush as she slid a finger along his length.
She looked down at him, her eyes dark pools of fire. She looked so wanton and eager, nothing like the nice girl studious cheerleader he knew.
He grabbed her hands. "Look. We've got to stop or it's going to get to the point where something has to happen, and I can tell you now I want to be in you in the worst way, but --"
"So why don't you?" Mia guided his hand down towards her panties. "I want you to be first." At that moment she let him feel exactly how ready she was for him.
"Not on the bed -- noise." He gasped, then, "Protection?"
She climbed off her bed and on to the floor, opened her nightstand, and handed him a condom. "I took it from Dom," she said with a wink.
Brian opened it and handed to her. "You put it on."
He had never felt anything so wonderful as the feeling of her fingers on him as she smoothed it down his cock ...
... until he started to go in.
Perfectly hot and gripping him better than any hand, and the slickness beat lotion all to hell.
As he got all the way in, he noticed Mia biting her lip.
"Does it -- am I?" He whispered.
"'S all right. Feels good. I feel ... full somehow."
He took that as a sign to go for it. As hard and fast as he dared, brain frying with the livewire incredibleness of it all, but at the same time the need to keep an eye on his watch and the need to not make noise but to bite his lip and keep it all in and the fear of getting caught somehow robbing what should have been the greatest thing ever of any real pleasure.
Brian had wanted his first time with Mia to be really special, not feel rushed or dirty, or possibly end with an irate Dom or Nick, plus a phone call to his mom. Even the wicked thrill at the idea of getting away with it did not make up for the need to just shut up and get it over with.
A moment after he came, Brian rolled off. "Did you come?" he asked, glancing over.
"Yes," she lied.
He stood up and skinned the condom off. He thought he saw something that looked almost like a leak. Nah, that couldn't be. Just some girl juice. Brian paused for a moment and then carefully wrapped it in Kleenex before tossing it in the trash. He decided to say nothing because there was no point in getting Mia all bent out of shape over nothing.
Because it was nothing. It had to be nothing.
"Is something wrong?" Mia had gotten back into her jeans and was quickly brushing her hair out.
Brian pulled his shirt over his head. "No." Sigh. "I just wanted our first time together to be really special, not spur of the moment."
Wrong thing to say.
"Oh." Her voice was winter cold.
Shit. "Look, it's not like you weren't great, and I hope I was good, and ... I just had this romantic idea of dinner and flowers and --"
She cut in her voice a whip crack hiss: "And maybe I'm tired, sick and fucking tired, of being good sensible Mia Toretto. The responsible one. Maybe I'd like to be spontaneous."
"I'm sorry." Brian laced his shoes. "Look. We need to get downstairs." Actually, Brian was willing to go the 'I'll call you tomorrow' route, but then it dawned on him that he'd rather not run a gauntlet of Dom, Nick and Vince alone. As they clomped downstairs, hand in hand, Brian noticed with relief that Nick still snored away in his recliner, and that Vince had left in the interim.
Leon greeted them with a smirk. "Have a good time?"
Fuck! Busted! Brian could feel himself start to flush something fierce and hoped that the dim light in the room hid it some.
Mia gave Brian a cool glance then said to Leon , "Good." Smile. "But not fantastic, if that's what you're asking about."
Brian chanced a glance at Dom, who gave him an almost stony, distant look before turning his eyes back to the TV. Brian shrugged it off, kissed Mia goodnight, and headed out the door.
~oo(0)oo~
If Dom was angry at Brian, by Monday it had blown over. If he knew that Brian and Mia had done more than make out, he gave no indication. Vince, of course, was extra crispy bitchy, but Brian had developed a thick skin regarding Vince's mouth over the past few months.
Outside of Biology, Brian gave Mia a quick kiss. "Is everything okay?"
"Yeah, why wouldn't it be?"
He shrugged. "Don't know. Just paranoid, I guess."
Mia smiled. "I take it you made it home okay. Don't worry, Dom's totally cool. He owes me for all the times I haven't narc'd him out." She squeezed his hand and took her seat.
Brian wondered if Mia would expect something different now in their relationship. He hoped she wouldn't become too clingy -- he'd seen that happen with some friends back in Barstow . Thing was, he didn't feel magically closer somehow to Mia. Nothing had changed. Because he did not want any extra complications in his life, not with the semester wrapping up and the soccer season hitting high gear, Brian hoped that she felt the same way.
Shit. Maybe he was just over thinking this and getting all bent out of shape over nothing.
And, at the same time, Brian wondered when she would want a repeat.
Last Updated: 5/14/09