The College JJ Series

the kitchen table

Summary: Final exams are over and you can finally let loose and release the tension of studying.

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The stress of finals has really taken a toll on you, and the first day you had to yourself without a test to worry about, you slept all day. You'd been pulling late nights and early mornings all week; you were convinced your bloodstream was purely coffee at this point. You'd survived though, and you were ready to celebrate.

The plan was for a giant group of you to head downtown. One of the bars that didn't look very close at IDs was having multiple drink specials and no cover charge to celebrate the end of finals week. With all the kids who lived in dorms already gone for break, town was significantly less busy, making the line at the bar much shorter than usual.

The bar is pretty busy, but your group manages to get inside and grab a drink before committing to a spot on the dance floor. You, JJ, John B, and Pope form a little semi circle to socialize to start to night.

"Three semesters down," Pope says as he sips at his beer. "Can you believe it?"

"Five more to go," John B chimes in.

"We're not discussing school tonight," you interject, looking at the two boys in turn. "We just finished finals and all I want to discuss is how many drinks it's going to take until I feel like dancing," you say, bobbing your head to the music.

"My guess is zero since you're already head bobbing," JJ says, pulling you into his side.

"Touché," you comment, sipping your drink.

The DJ is dead set on choosing banger after banger, and you're only a couple drinks in when you start to dance. At first it's the silly, just-for-laughs moves that keeps everyone entertained, but before too long, your back is pressed against JJ's front, hand reaching up to wrap around the back of his neck to keep him close as you whisper in his ear, and his hands grip your hips, pulling you against him more. You're both swaying and grinding to the music, not paying attention to anyone else as the alcohol pulses through your veins.

Five drinks has him spinning you around to face him, leaving long, teasing kisses on your lips until you start to chase him as he pulls away. Six drinks has him pulling you to a booth to sit down because you're complaining that your heels are hurting your feet, and seven drinks finds your lips trailing his jawline as his hand makes it way closer to the hemline of your impossibly short dress.

Lots of drinks and JJ's fingertips lazily stroking their way up the inside of your thigh makes for you being painfully turned on in public. JJ isn't unaffected, but his seated position hides his situation from view. Your hot breath on his neck and your quiet whimpers in his ear every time his hand moves higher aren't doing anything to help calm him down.

You have to grab his wrist under the table when he nearly reaches the apex of your thighs with his roaming hand. "J, not here," you mumble, pressing kisses into his neck.

"Do you want to go?" he asks, his hand retreating from the warmth between your legs.

You pull back and look up at him, eyes wide and glassy as you nod. "Take me home."

He knocks back the rest of his drink in one gulp and signals to John B that you two are taking off. He barely acknowledges you from his place on the dance floor nearby, wrapped precariously around one of your sorority sisters.

You and JJ make your way out of the bar and into the street, you stumbling slightly, which you insist is from your heels, but you both know it's a lie. You walk the handful of blocks back to your apartment hand in hand, stopping periodically when JJ can't stand not kissing you any longer.