Jesse's Fate

Chapter One: Broken

Disclaimer: I own nothing related to Breaking Bad nor am I making any money from the writing of this story. The lyrics in the story belong to Highly Suspect and the song that inspired the story is "16". I also don't own any rights to the pictures used to create the book cover. Rated M for mature themes, drug use, sexual situations and language.

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"You know I'm dead if mama Ortega smells weed on me, right?"

Jesse glanced over to his company, grinning as he continued to roll a thin joint - several identical ones on the tray in his lap ready to go. "Yeah, I know." His voice lower than usual as he watched Cassie idly run her fingers through an unruly mane of honey blonde hair, watching as it fell softly past her shoulders to rest on her perfect breasts which were barely contained by the tight blue sun dress she wore.

He swallowed hard before returning his attention to the task at hand. Lucky for her this wasn't for smoking it was for selling.

Two years had passed since that lame ass party at Badger's house. Two years they'd spent nearly inseparable - much to her first cousin Combo's dismay. He tried daily to advert Cassie's attention somewhere else but she only had eyes for Jesse and those dark chestnut hues were watching him very carefully at the moment.

The way she looked at him caused an ache to form in his chest.

"Do you want to make out or something?" Cassie blurted nervously as his eyes found hers again. "Or something?" Jesse repeated, his grin spreading. They'd madeout countless times in this very spot - deep in the dessert with nothing but the stars above them but tonight felt different. There was a tension between them that started when he picked her up and had only gotten worse since they parked.

"Or something." Cassie whispered, watching as he dumped the joints in a bag and reach over her - opening the glove box to store the paraphernalia. As he closed it he turned to her in the close quarters of his Monte Carlo and placed his hand on her exposed thigh, leaning in as her lips found his. There was something fierce and desperate in the way Cassie kissed him; as if she couldn't get close enough - her fingers finding their way into his short hair as their mouths explored deeply.

"Cassie..." Jesse groaned, pulling back enough to search her wide eyes - golden flakes sparkling with the dim lights from the stereo screen. The few moments she'd spent with her tongue in his mouth had his dick hard, pressing uncomfortably against the material of his sweatpants. "I think I'm ready." She whispered - referring to the countless times they'd done this very thing but been to nervous to follow through. He couldn't count all the times she sent him home with the worse case of blue balls.

It was Jesse's turn to go wide eyed as Cassidy suddenly crawled up into the passengers seat and carefully slid her leg over the console to straddle his lap - returning to his mouth as his hands traveled to her breast; squeezing them gently before resting at her ass. He leaned into her and turned the key - killing what little light they had. Suddenly she was everywhere - her sweet perfume filling his senses, the feel of her body against his.

Another groan passed between them as Cassie ran her hands up Jesse's chest and to his neck - grinding her hips into his lap as they kissed with years of yearning.

Combo was going to kill him.

He could feel her wetness between the thin fabric of his pants as his hands snaked up her back and grabbed her hair at the base of her neck pulling her head back suddenly as her chest heaved with needed air. There was something primal in Jesse's gaze as his other hand held her hips still and he searched her face for an agonizing moment.

"You're not wearing panties?"

His voice sounded like gravels in his throat as he swallowed hard, watching the slightly shake of her head. Her chest was heaving with desire as he watched her carefully. He had wanted to be inside her every day for as many days as he could remember - wanted to feel her tight, untouched pussy clench around him as she moaned him name. The thought kept him up for days.