Vacation: All He Ever Wanted

A/N: My first fic with sex in it. This first chapter is pretty tame, but there\'s more to come later on.

~*~ Savannah\'s POV ~*~

It was winter break, and I didn\'t have anywhere to go. Well, I could\'ve gone home, but home was just so far away and I didn\'t have the money to go there, not this year. I was at college, and the campus was nearly deserted. Most of my schoolmates were rich, trust fund kids, and could easily afford the plane fare to their homes. The rest lived nearby enough to just take a Greyhound or drive.

One bright spot did exist in the wasteland the campus had become. I had made two good male friends while I was at school. Michael was one of them, he had white skin that was normally tanned, thick, short hair he dyed white, and blue eyes. We were closer than siblings, and I felt like I could tell him anything without fear of being judged. Mike was still in town, though he was working that morning. I was going to visit my other guy-friend, Jason.

I had a huge crush on Jason. Not that he knew about it, I made sure to keep it a secret. To him, I was just a platonic friend. He fully intended to keep it that way, and so did I. I just wasn\'t ready for a romantic relationship. I still froze up when a guy looked at me, I definitely couldn\'t handle a boyfriend.

The clock showed it was nine thirty. I was supposed to be at Jason\'s house in fifteen minutes. He and Mike, and another two guys named Martin and Dean, lived in a house provided by the college. Martin and Dean were back wherever they grew up, otherwise I wouldn\'t have been so excited about going over to Jason\'s. It was more fun to be alone with him than with Martin and Dean breathing over our shoulders. They always tried to get me to drink, which was technically illegal since I was eighteen. They were all twenty-one, all four in that house. Which made my crush on Jason all the more awkward. He was a freshman at least, he and Mike had taken three years off to go to Europe… they both had family over there, apparently. I didn\'t know Martin and Dean\'s stories.

My brown hair was pulled back into a ponytail, and I had brushed my bangs out over my forehead. It was snowing outside, but I was wearing a pair of denim shorts because they were my favorite. I also had on a white t-shirt, although I really wasn\'t confident enough to just wear that. Before I slipped on my sneakers, I picked out a pink hoodie to wear over it. The bottom hem was only an inch shorter than the shorts, which I knew Jason was going to yell at me for wearing. Smiling to myself, I pulled on my sneakers and walked out into the dorm hallway.

I passed only one other person on my way down the stairs. I lived on the third floor of the dorm, so it didn\'t take too long to make it outside. When I finally got out, I saw that it had snowed more overnight, and there was at least an inch of the white stuff on the ground. It never snowed where I grew up, down south, and I felt a little giddy while I walked. It was exciting to finally have the prospect of a white Christmas.

Jason\'s house was about five blocks from my dorm. By the time I got there I was numb, but happy. The house was Victorian style, with a wrap-around porch that I loved to hang out on. I climbed up the stairs to the porch and knocked on the front door. As it opened, I glanced up, and noticed that one of the guys hand hung a sprig of mistletoe over the doorway. Of course, I panicked a little. When Jason opened the door I stepped right inside, away from the mistletoe. He gave me a tight hug and slammed the door shut behind us. He managed to keep a tan, even in winter. Mine was fading and my skin was pale.

\"What the hell do you think you\'re doing?\" he whispered in my ear, a gentle dangerous edge to his voice. He didn\'t let me go and I leaned back a little, giving him a dumb innocent look. He glared and ran his thumb along the side of my face, his blue eyes harsh. \"You\'re Southern, Savvy.\" Short for Savannah, Savannah Johnson. \"You should be freezing your little ass off in this weather,\" he said. I just stared at him, my eyebrows raised slightly. He returned an equally cool look. \"So why are you wearing shorts, hmm?\"

To see your reaction? I thought, my eyes running over his thick, short, black hair. If I\'d been the person I felt like, I would\'ve said: \'Thanks for thinking I have a little ass.\' But I didn\'t feel comfortable saying that to Jason. I\'d heard his many girlfriends say things like that to him before, and I didn\'t want him to think I was trying to flirt. I wasn\'t going to rock the boat in our relationship. So I said: \"They were clean.\"

He scowled and let me go. \"You\'re telling me you\'re not cold?\"

\"Hell no I\'m burning up,\" I said, making a face. \"My God don\'t you Northerners know what air-conditioning is?\" I plucked at the collar of my hoodie and play-swooned, falling onto the loveseat in the guys\' living room. I opened one eye slightly and saw Jason standing next to the loveseat, towering over me at six foot two. He was fourteen inches taller than I was. I felt so short next to him, at five feet flat. \"Stop staring at me like that,\" I muttered, closing my eye again. I squirmed a bit. I hated lying down around him, why the hell had I done that? To make him laugh? He only looked angry. His eyes were dark.

\"Why the fuck not?\" he asked. \"It\'s my house.\"

\"It\'s the college\'s house, really,\" I said, swinging my legs over the side of the loveseat. The sudden movement made my head spin a bit and I gripped the edge of the cushions, blinking.

Jason suddenly reached down and seized the hem of my hoodie. \"If you\'re so hot, Savvy, just take this off,\" he said, grinning maliciously. In one swift movement he yanked it up over my head. My t-shirt came halfway with it, exposing my breasts and my maroon-colored bra to him. I yelped and yanked my shirt down. He tossed my sweatshirt over his shoulder, looking me over. I blushed and jumped up, trying to bolt around him so I could get my hoodie off the floor. \"No,\" he said, taking a step to the side to block me. I tried again to walk around him and he blocked me again. \"You complained you were hot, so I\'m trying to cool you off,\" he said, leaning down so I had to look almost straight up at him. God, if he only knew! I was anything but cool now, I was anything but numb then.

I shook my head and looked away from him. He couldn\'t know the intense heat I was feeling right then, he couldn\'t know how tense he was making me below my waist. \"Sometimes you can be a real jerk, you know that?\" I asked, blowing a bang out of my eye. I could not let him know how I felt about him, never. He wouldn\'t accept me anyway, not in that way, and if I wanted to be able to look him in the face I had to keep my feelings secret.

\"You only tell me every day,\" he said. He turned around and bent over to pick up my sweatshirt. It was all I could do not to reach out and grab him. Jason worked out at least four times a week, and he definitely looked it. It didn\'t help that his black pants fit him so well, either. He stood back up and walked into the kitchen, carrying my hoodie with him. I reluctantly followed, arms crossed over my chest. Why had I worn white with a dark bra? What had I been thinking? Jason had to be able to see my bra through my shirt. God he could probably even read the CC tag! \"Want something to drink or do you want to go ahead and hop into bed?\" he asked, glancing at me over his shoulder.

I sat down on a stool at the island counter and didn\'t answer, arms still covering my chest. When I stayed silent he walked over to me and kissed the end of my nose. \"You know I\'m kidding,\" he said tenderly. And that\'s what hurts, I thought. Not that I cared too much about getting into bed with him, that wasn\'t what I wanted from him. I just wanted a real, genuine kiss, and I wanted us to be more than just friends. I looked at him with wide eyes and thinking about how much I wanted to let him know how I felt put me on the verge of tears. Jason kissed my cheek and lingered for a second, sensing that something was wrong but not knowing exactly what. \"Is something up?\" he asked hesitantly. I shook my head and looked away from him. \"Liar,\" he spat.

\"Liar is just rail spelled backwards,\" I muttered, tossing my head back. I closed my eyes and suppressed my tears. This wasn\'t the time or the place to start crying over Jason again. I could do that tonight, when I was trying to sleep.

\"That makes no sense,\" he said, lightly slapping my shoulder. \"Now do you want anything to drink or not?\"

\"Diet Coke,\" we said at the same time. I sat up straight and glared at him while he smirked at me. \"I know what you like,\" he said, walking over to the fridge. He bent down again, showing his firm, round ass to me. I looked away and swallowed hard. I would not let him make me wet, not in these shorts and not when I couldn\'t get somewhere to make the pressure stop. I crossed my legs and chewed at my lower lip, trying to think of something horrifically violent and nasty, something so disgusting it would turn me off in a second. The only thing I could picture was Jason bending me over the counter and fucking me from behind. I moaned softly and closed my eyes, feeling my panties grow damp.

A moment later his hand was at my temple. \"You\'re getting sick already. You never should\'ve worn this crap in the snow,\" he muttered. \"God, you really are burning up.\" He walked over to the cabinet and pulled open the doors. A second later he pulled out a thermometer. \"You want this under your tongue or… someplace else?\" he asked, letting his eyes rest on my chest. I spun around on the stool and muttered something obscene, making him laugh. He walked up to me and pressed his chest against my back, making the heat flare up between my legs. God I wanted to feel him there more than anything. \"Come on. I\'m taking your temperature whether you like it or not. We can fight and you can end up on the floor with me straddling you or you can turn around and open your mouth for me.\"

\"Unngh…\" I said, laying my head down on the counter. Why those words? Why? \"I\'m not sick,\" I told him.

He gripped the back of my neck and pulled my head back. I tried to tell myself he couldn\'t know I fantasized about him just taking me one day and that this was a sweet little taste of that fantasy. \"Open your mouth,\" he ordered, glaring at me. Oh, God. If only I was on my knees. As it was I just pressed my lips together. I wasn\'t sick, I was lusty. I was in love too but at the moment I was mostly lusty. \"Savvy. Do you want me to force you?\"

I gave him a defiant, daring look.

\"Fine. Just remember that you asked for it,\" he said. He put the thermometer down and gripped my shoulders. I fought a little but he managed to turn me around. \"Stop fighting!\" he snapped. \"You act like I\'m going to hurt you!\"

I slid off the stool and almost got out of his grip but he put his arm around my waist and picked me up. He glared at me while I pounded against his chest. \"Jason stop it put me down!\" I yelled, pushing at him. He calmly let me blow off my steam and reached out with his other hand to grab the thermometer. \"This isn\'t fair Jason don\'t do this!\"

\"It\'s for your own good,\" he said gently. \"Now stop, or I\'ll slam you down on the floor and believe me I have no qualms against doing this anally.\" Fuming, I stopped hitting him. This wasn\'t going to get out of hand that easily or quickly. And I knew he would yank my shorts down without thinking about it for a second. It would be just like him to think I wouldn\'t care, that it wouldn\'t embarrass or humiliate me. He shifted me in his grip and our hips were pressing together. I prayed that he couldn\'t feel my heat through our clothes. \"Good girl,\" he said, smiling. \"Now open your mouth.\"

No, I thought, glaring at him. This just wasn\'t fair.

\"Savvy, this is your last warning,\" Jason said, cocking his head to one side. \"Three…\" Well damn him. He wouldn\'t really do it anyway. He wouldn\'t. \"Two…\" He\'d put me on my stomach but he wouldn\'t really pull my shorts off. He knew I would hate him for that. \"One.\"

He flipped me over and slammed me down on the counter, on my back, surprising me. One hand pressed at my stomach while the other pulled open the button on my shorts. \"Jason don\'t!\" I shouted, banging my fists against his arms. He was really doing this, oh God, he was really doing this. He gave me a cool look and pulled my zipper down. \"Don\'t Jason please don\'t!\" I said. \"Come on look I\'ve got my mouth open Jason please don\'t do this I\'m begging!\" There was water in my eyes and I cried as he pulled my shorts over my legs, easily sliding them over my shoes. He yanked off my shoes, too, and then flipped me over onto my stomach. \"Don\'t, please,\" I whimpered.

\"I never pictured you as a bikini type of girl,\" he mused, running his finger over the top of my maroon panties. I squeezed my eyes shut and whimpered. This was so embarrassing. This was not how I wanted him to see me for the first time, this wasn\'t the way I wanted him to see me. I wanted it to be romantic, I didn\'t want it to be like this. \"I like it, though. Now hold on will you?\" he asked in that soft tone that always made me shudder. \"Hey, you asked for it. I gave you every chance to stop me.\"

\"I hate you,\" I said, sniffing.

\"Aw, that\'s not fair,\" he said. He gently rubbed my butt, trying to calm me down. It had the opposite effect and I only cried harder. How could he do this to me? This was so … oh God this just wasn\'t fair! I closed my eyes and whimpered. He stroked my back. Why wouldn\'t he just get it over with already? \"Will you relax, Savvy? Push your hips up a little, for me, will you? It\'ll make this easier for the both of us.\" His voice was gentle and tender and sensual and I loathed him for using it on me at a time like this.

\"I hate you!\" I yelled, trying to sit up. His hands were on my shoulders in an instant and he was pushing me down against the counter.

He put his mouth next to my ear. \"Stop. This is ridiculous. You know you can trust me. God, sweetheart, you look like crap. Your hair is plastered against your neck, your legs are covered in cold sweat, baby your skin is so hot it hurts to touch it. Now let me see if you\'re really sick or if this is just a nerves thing, all right? You\'re scaring me to death and I hate it.\"

My stomach was fluttering. That was how I wanted him to talk to me, so badly. I could put up with his jokes, his teasing, even him treating me like I was just another one of the guys, as long as he talked to me like this once in a while. I could put up with even this humiliating gesture because he talked to me like that. He let me go and reached down to pull my socks off, gently rubbing my feet as he did. He helped me sit up and I didn\'t protest it when he popped the thermometer in my mouth and watched me without reaching down to pick my shorts up from the floor. I stared at my knees while the thermometer took my temperature. This was horrifying, being exposed to him like this, but if I made a big deal he\'d…

The thermometer beeped and he took the end of it in his hands. I bit down when he tried to take it out, a last ditch effort to just annoy him. \"Stop. Fighting.\" He hissed, his tone chilling me. I let go of it but he had to pull hard to get it out between my lips. \"You are the most stubborn little…\" he faltered when he saw the reading. I reached out to take the thermometer and look at it but he blanked out the reading and went over to the sink to wash it off. \"Is your roommate still on campus?\" he asked.

Maya. \"No,\" I said.

\"You\'re staying here then. I\'ll go over and get some of your clothes. Don\'t put those back on,\" he said, walking back over. He picked up my shorts before I could grasp them. \"You\'re not… you don\'t need any more clothes on, all right? Go upstairs and lie down in the guest room. Now, or I\'ll throw you over my shoulder.\"

I slid off the stool and glowered at him, stomping out of the kitchen and up the stairs. The look on his face had me convinced he would throw me over his shoulder. There wasn\'t any way around it, I was staying there for the night. I wondered how high a fever I was running to make him that worried. I looked at myself in the hallway mirror and stuck out my tongue. My hair was clinging to my neck a little, and when I reached down and touched my thighs they were a little sweaty. Maybe he was right, maybe walking all that way in the snow had made me sick. I wasn\'t used to this Northern weather, I\'d already gotten three colds since winter started.

Sighing, I went into the guest room. There were four bedrooms in the house, but Martin and Dean shared one for reasons I suspected ran along sexual lines. They were always giving each other looks… and Jason looks too. I bristled at the thought. Jason was straight, I knew that, they had no right to try and pull him into a threesome. I threw myself down on the guest bed and kicked down the covers, pulling just the thin sheet back up for the sake of decency. It was jealousy, I figured, that made me dislike Martin and Dean so much. I had lots of gay friends and Mike was bi, the only reason I didn\'t like those two was because of how often they tried to play around with Jason. As I lay in the bed I was elated that they\'d gone home for the holidays.

A/N: Will continue if reviewed. The next chapter would be from Jason\'s POV.