[[SEXUAL CONTENT WARNING!! But let's be real, we're all just here for the smut ;) ]]

"For what it's worth, I could've just beaten the shit out of him and sworn him to silence. I thought you'd prefer this," Judd sighed as we pulled out of the driveway. Nick Birch and some girl he was currently into were in the backseat of Judd's Jeep giggling and making heart eyes at each other, completely oblivious to our conversation.

Nick had come across us canoodling on his way back from sneaking out himself and threatened to rat us out to the rest of the Birch family if Judd didn't give him free rides for the next month. When Judd had threatened to just turn Nick in for sneaking out, Nick had explained with a shit eating grin that their mother would never believe the baby of the family was following in his big brother's footsteps and that had led to Judd negotiating with him apparently. It still blew my mind Andrew hadn't said anything to Nick when he caught us. Judd really must've had those kids terrified.

"Awe look at you, growing as a person," I cooed, pinching his cheek playfully as we drove. Everything outside the vehicle was blanketed in several inches of snow. We were dropping the youngest Birch child and his date off at some school thing before going out on our own little date.

"Don't make me change my mind." He warned with a growl, biting at my hand. He'd been in a sour mood since Nick had found out, undoubtedly due to the fact he was now indebted to his little brother.

I raised an eyebrow at his statement, momentarily considering calling his bluff but decided against it for Nick's sake. Anxiety pressed up against my insides, filling up behind my ribcage like a balloon.

We rode the rest of the way to the school in silence, the uncomfortable feeling hanging in the air alongside the normal oil smell. Once Nick and his date had exited from the Jeep and were out of earshot, I turned to Judd to offer an alternative to our plans.

"If you don't want to go out in public tonight, we could just go to my place? We can watch The Shining and I've still got some of that marshmallow lover's hot cocoa you like."

My dad knew about Judd. They'd been formally acquainted a few weeks ago when Dad walked in, catching Judd halfway leaning in my bedroom window as he was attempting to sneak in. He'd been surprisingly calm, albeit shocked but the next day sat me down and reminded me that there were condoms in the bathroom under the sink. I wasn't sure what to be more embarrassed about; the fact we'd been caught, the idea of using my dad's bathroom condoms, or the idea of my dad using the bathroom condoms.

"It's not a big deal. We still have to pick up retarded faggot and his date in two hours." The statement was abrupt, but I could read between the lines. He was trying to avoid my place if he could. When it happened, Judd had been polite and jumped up to immediately introduce himself and shook Dad's hand, but he hadn't asked about coming over since. Not that I blamed him, I'd never seen his ears get so red.

I scrambled to change the subject.

"Leah invited me to your family Christmas party." We were stopped at a stoplight right before the restaurant.

"Oh yeah? Have fun," his voice was indifferent, and he rolled his eyes.

"You aren't gonna be there?" Leah had specifically mentioned their entire family was going to attend, which is why she wanted the company.

"In case you haven't noticed princess, I don't do family events. I'd rather light myself on fire." I bit my tongue at the declaration, trying not to let his attitude spoil my own. He was just sulking and being melodramatic. Typical Judd.

We came to a sudden stop as we parked, and he turned off the engine and gave me a tight smile. "Shall we?"

We scurried into the building, a blast of heated air greeting us as we walked in. A waiter sat us and got our drink order, leaving us to our own devices. I immediately shrugged out of my coat and sat my hat on the table, the dark grey crochet a stain on the bleach white tablecloth.

"So, are you going to be all dark and broody all night?" I leaned into my hands, both elbows digging into the table as I watched him with an amused smile. We were seated in a corner booth and the restaurant was nearly deserted.

"Yeah probably." His face was buried in a menu.

"That's too bad," My combat boot was rubbing against the inside of his calf suggestively as I spoke in a sultry voice. "I was really hoping to get an appetizer before dinner." His menu lowered a fraction and a pair of narrowed juniper eyes stared at me, as if working through what I was implying.

"You're joking."

I reached forward with one hand and tipped the edge of his menu down with my index finger so I could see him better. There was a sense of bewilderment about his features, mixed with curiosity.

Using my free hand, I made a 'come hither' motion, prompting him to lean closer so I could bring my face to his.

"I want the mushroom ravioli with white sauce. Make sure there's white sauce for me," I murmured, licking the edge of his ear and muffling a giggle when he went rigid as a board at my words. I smiled against his skin before detaching myself and checking that the coast was clear before ducking below the table, allowing the tablecloth to fall where I'd been sitting.

He was already half hard when I pulled his cock out and started stroking him teasingly, the velvet soft flesh hardened by blood flow underneath the surface. The moment I put my mouth on him, I felt him stiffen up and footsteps approach us.

"Should I come back, or do you know what your lady friend wants tonight?" The waiter's voice was slightly muffled, and I had to repress another laugh at the choice of words.

"Oh no she definitely knows what she wants. Um..." Judd sighed loudly; I could practically picture how red his face must be.

"Chicken Marsala for me and mushroom ravioli with alfredo sauce for the lady and that'll be all." He tensed up and let out a low hissing sound as I took the head in my mouth and sucked hard. "Ohh fuck... with extra alfredo sauce please!"

The waiter confirmed the order and left, and something hit the table .

"You are such a fucking bitch," he breathed, finally relaxing and allowing his legs to stretch out on either side of me. I sat up so that I was propped up on my knees.

"Did you just punch the table?" I laughed, retracting his dick from my mouth with a loud wet 'pop' sound.

"Cut the shit and put that smart-ass mouth to good use," he growled, slipping a hand beneath the table to grab me by the hair. If it had been anyone else pulling such a move, I would've broken that hand, but I'd be lying if I said it didn't send jolts of electricity up and down my spine and send blood straight between my own legs. I momentarily considered masturbating while I was down here but decided against it, I would just have him repay me later.

"Ooh you know I like when you make demands," I purred, slipping him back in my mouth and bobbing my head at a steady rate. That earned another low moan.

Ten minutes later, I could feel him going rigid against me again, the only sounds piercing the otherwise silent environment were the light groans that occasionally slipped past his lips and the slurping wet sounds I made as I worked him with my hands and mouth.

"Oh fuck," his gruff voice was guttural and practically feral, and he was breathing heavy. "I'm gonna fucking cum."

I made a voice in the back of my throat, hot saliva slipping out around his erection and gliding down to soak the front of his jeans as I worked him even faster. My jaw was aching, but I wasn't done with him yet.

The sound of familiar footsteps approaching forced me to slow to an aching pace. It would've been funny but cruel to make him orgasm in front of the waiter.

Judd let out a string of curses as plates clattered dully against the tabletop.

"Is your friend okay? She's been gone awhile." The waiter genuinely sounded concerned and I momentarily felt bad for using this poor man's establishment to suck off my lover in public.

"Upset stomach. Bathroom. Ugh." Judd was barely keeping his composure. I would've paid to see his face.

"Are you alright sir?"

"Fine. We're fine thanks!" His voice was harsh and angry. The waiter apologized and left promptly, muttering to himself.

The moment the man was out of site, I started gagging myself on Judd's cock, taking as much as I could into my oral cavity, using my tongue to lick the underside of him simultaneously. His hand was pressed into my hair and his head was pressing against my epiglottis as I did my best to deep throat him, gagging and spitting and trying to breathe around the intrusion blocking my airway. My nose was bunched up painfully against his jeans as I felt him finally unravel, his thick release shooting down my esophagus.

Once he'd ridden out his orgasm, I took a few extra seconds to wipe my mouth and lick the tip of his dick, earning a shiver from Judd as I did.

"Is the coast clear?" I asked, smiling as he tucked himself back into his jeans.

"Crystal." His voice sounded muffled and restrained.

"Perfect timing," I commented, joining him at the table with a grin. The food smelled amazing and I needed to get the taste of spunk out of my mouth.

Judd's face was in his hands and he refused to look at me.

"You gonna be okay?" I took a long sip of my drink and unwrapped my silverware, popping a steaming ravioli in my mouth and chewing.

"We are never doing that again," he peered up at me and used both hands to wipe his face. His skin was flushed pink and a sheen of sweat covered every inch of him.

"Awe don't act like you didn't like it," I teased, spearing another ravioli and poking it towards him accusingly. "You held yourself together quite well, all things aside."

He gave me a dirty look but settled into his own meal.

"Are you in a better mood now Mr. Grumpy Gills?"

"No." There was a break in his composure though, and a grin crept up his features. My heart leapt seeing him smile and I leaned down to get a better look at him.

"Do I need to blow you again?"

"No!" His ears immediately got hot and he ran a hand through his hair before meeting my gaze. "But I think I owe you a little something for your troubles. How do you feel about dessert?"

Forty-five minutes later we were both laughing and pink in the face as we pulled up to the school, having recovered from our car sex just in time to pick up Nick.

He got in the car and crossed his arms, head down and silent.

"Where's your friend?" I turned in my seat to face him as we drove off.

"Don't want to talk about it." His sulking reminded me a lot of Judd who was watching him in the rearview mirror with a sneer.

"Awe did she ditch you?" Judd smirked cruelly as he drove. "Did you at least get your little dinger wet?"

Nick gave his older brother a dirty glare but let his head fall. "She left with some other guy. Why are girls so mean?"

I wasn't sure if it was the raging feel good hormones still pulsing through my brain or the fact I genuinely felt some type of empathy for Nick Birch in that moment, but I frowned.

"Well for what it's worth, she looked like a fucking bird. You can do way better man." I shocked even myself.

"You really think that?" His cornflower blue eyes shown, and he looked about ready to cry. I was thankful we were seated in a vehicle and he couldn't try to hug me like his weird ass father.

"Yeah Nick. Like that nose? Total Big Bird vibes. She probably left to fly south for the winter or some shit. Don't sweat it." Nick gave me a half smile and it warmed something in me for a split second.

"Thanks Devi. Judd why can't you be as nice as your girlfriend?" Nick asked only half joking.

"She's just showing you sympathy. Get used to it dumbass." He chuckled, returning his gaze back to the road. I couldn't help but notice he didn't correct his brother on the inappropriate use of the world girlfriend.

I reached over to smack Judd in the arm, only half playing. "Leave the kid alone babe, he's upset."

Judd raised an eyebrow at me and bit back a smile. I gave him a confused look and he mouthed the word 'later' before dropping the subject.

We arrived back at my place sooner than I would have liked. Judd followed me out of the car and up to the door like a gentleman, which confused me. Normally he just slapped my ass and sent me on my way.

"You gonna open the door for me too?" I mused as we stopped at the front door. It was beginning to snow again, and snowflakes were drifting lazily down, settling on our coats and melting away.

"I didn't want my faggot brother watching us." He grabbed me and closed the distance, our mouths finding each other feverishly.

"Tonight was really fun," I murmured a few moments later when we pulled apart gasping and lips wet with saliva.

"Anytime," He smiled and pressed his forehead to mine, swaying us to some unsung melody, earning a giggle from me. "I'll see you this weekend?"

"I have a shit ton of homework and I've been putting off hanging out with your sister. We have to find ugly Christmas sweaters for your family thing that you won't be attending." I informed him, breaking away with a smile and going for the door.

"I'll wait for you always," He announced dramatically, stepping backwards off the porch and extending an arm longingly in my direction.

"I'll never let go Jack!" I laughed, mimicking his motion before turning my back on him and entering the warmth of my house as he headed back to his car. Despite our conversation and the realization I wouldn't see him for a few days, my heart was singing in my chest.