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Jesse St. James

Rachel Berry

WHERE New York City, NY • Rachel & Jesse's Apartment
Rachel forgets her phone at home and Jesse sees that she's been keeping some things from him. WARNINGS Implications of potential cheating

say you'll never leave me no matter what

Jesse's not exactly unaccustomed to Rachel Berry's drama. It's been one of those things things that he often loves her most for, even if the times that it impacts his own life can be such a headache. She has a bad habit of making mountains out of mole hills and always trying to make sure she's the one who breaks a heart instead of having her heart broken. Jesse's sure there's a bunch of psychological reasonings behind it, but he's never been book smart, and he's not particularly interested in trying to analyze his girlfriend anyway.

He's been busy. Extremely busy. Eight shows a week they're both used to, even with her school schedule, but since the rumors of a Tony nomination were getting closer to being fact rather than just suspicion, Jesse's had to deal with interviews and meetings with his agent on his days off, or in the mornings and early afternoons he used to have free before he went to the theatre. It had taken a toll on the time he got to spend with Rachel and he knew that she struggled with things when she had a lack of attention or physical affection, even he was getting a little grouchy about the impact it had had on their sex life. He was just so tired...

Jesse had been somewhat relieved when Rachel had mentioned making plans with friends. The last thing he needed was for her to be sitting around the apartment just waiting for him. Getting out would keep her out of her head, he'd thought, and that was best for everyone. She was the most dangerous to her own happiness when she was bored and left to think about it all too much. He had texted her when he had managed to get out of a meeting with a reporter early and had been a little concerned when he didn't get an answer. Luckily he was close to home and it wasn't too long after, as he hung his coat up in the hall, that he noticed her own phone sitting on the kitchen counter. He shook his head, knowing she must have been in a rush, and wasn't left to think much on it until it had started pinging more than once. He'd just planned on switching it over to silent mode when he noticed the name. He didn't recognize it, but the flirtatious comment followed by a cheesy wink emoji had certainly gotten his attention.

He could have opened the phone. He could have looked through the history of text messages with this guy and seen just how often flirting with his girlfriend was part of their repertoire. But Jesse liked to believe that Rachel would tell him anything, especially when pressed, and so he hoped it would continue here. He was sitting on one of the stools at the counter, drinking a beer, and staring at her phone when he heard the door finally open. Looking up, he waited until she'd gotten a little farther inside, before he cleared his throat.

"So uh..." He bites his lip, before pushing her phone a little closer to her. "Who's Brandon?"

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Jesse had opened his mouth to comment on the shower sex just before she’d beaten him to it, and he closes his mouth again as he gives a sigh through his nose. She’s right. It didn’t count. Maybe it had helped slightly with his own arousal, but it had never been as satisfying, and he knew it must have been that much more frustrating for her. “Properly. I see. My apologies for not meeting your love making standards as of late. I usually pride myself on being a much better paramour.”

He took her down the hall as he spoke. He can feel the heat radiating from her through his shirt and it’s driving him crazier than he expected. When he finally gets her to the bedroom, he walks until his knees hit the mattress and lifts her up a little higher so he can crawl onto the bed. He makes sure to cradle her as he leans forward, letting them fall against the mattress, before he crushes his lips against hers for a heated and desperate kiss.

It really had been too long and he knows he should drag it out and savor the moment, but God is it hard— difficult to keep his cool when his body is starting to register all the signals that this is going to lead to sex.

It wasn't that shower sex wasn't fun, and it had helped her a little too. She had even had a semi-satisfying orgasm, but it was short and quick and she had wanted more. It simply wasn't enough when it wasn't counter-balanced with long drawn out love making sessions, and she knew he would agree with her. His feigned offense at her statement though, makes her want to laugh, she loves that he shares her theatrics. Keeping her the diva persona amplified and returning the playfulness she looks at him with an air of feigned indignation.

"I suppose I can look past it, so long as you promise to improve your performance. I want more passion. More love. More everything. Show me you want it." she'd seen Jesse give direction and critique work, and she appreciated turning the tables on him, even if just for fun. The fact that within an hour they had fought, talked it out, and were now being playful with each other went miles to healing everything that had been afraid and hurting inside of her as of late.

When they are laid out on the bed, she kisses him back with the same feverish passion that he's giving her, and she's not even sure that she'll be able to drag it out for long before she's begging him to fuck her. For the moment though, she just lets her hands wander while she kisses him.

He gives a mix of a laugh and a moan against her lips as he feels her hands wandering. She wants more everything, she says, and he makes sure to grind his hips down into hers as he kisses her. It doesn’t matter how short the foreplay has already been, he’s already fairly hard, and he notices it the most when he feels the heat between her legs run over his arousal.

He pulls back from the kiss, pressing his forehead against hers as he takes a shaky breath, a soft “Fuck” coming out with a sigh. “I think it’s fairly obvious how badly I want it,” he finally manages to get out, even with his heart racing in his chest.

“I think we should get you out of these clothes.”

Feeling him grind his hips down between her legs draws a deep moan from her. It's very obvious how badly he wants her and it takes all she has not to reach down between their hips and free him.

"I think I can feel your passion yes."

She doesn't want to appear desperate, but she is and she's sure it's slipping through, especially in how quickly she sits up to start unbuttoning her dress. Untying the sash that was resting on her right side, she pulls it up and over her head, though she isn't exactly graceful in her movements. She was beginning to regret that she hadn't worn a better matching set of underwear, but then again she hadn't been expecting this tonight. Rachel mostly had attractive bras and panties, but the fact that she hadn't made a point to use a matching set was suggestive of how little she'd expected from her evening out with Brandon.

"Sorry it's not my sexiest pair, but I wasn't expecting a private viewing tonight." She whispered as she tossed the dress to the side and leaned in to capture his lips with her own again.

He pulls himself off of her so she can sit up and undo her dress, pulling his shirt off over his head quickly. He undoes his belt, going to toss it to the side, but doesn’t go to remove his pants right away. Mostly because he gets distracted as he watches her dress fall to the side and he stops and stares at her for a moment.

It didn’t matter what she was wearing. Rachel always had the means to take his breath away. He licks his lips as he looks, before going to wrap his arm around her waist and pulls her close.

“You look sexy in everything you wear,” he says with a grin, leaning in to kiss her again and letting his free hand start to roam over her skin.

She welcomes the kiss, returning it deeply for several long moments, before maneuvering them so she she is sitting astride his lap. From that angle she can look down at him, and she reaches out to stroke her fingers through his hair. "We are well matched then," she offers in response to being called sexy. "Because you are the sexiest man I know."

Her lips return to kissing him, and she starts a slow rhythm of rocking her hips against his erection. He's so hard and she can only imagine that it's not comfortable to have the tight material restraining him. She figures it's to bad because he had a chance to pull them off and he decided to leave his pants on while she had been undressing.

Drawing his lower lip between her teeth, she slowly runs her tongue over it, before letting go. "You're so hard sweetheart."

He groans deeply into the kiss as he feels her rocking against him, the tightness of his pants added an extra layer of torture to the feeling. He should’ve taken off his pants, he’s realizing his mistake now, but there’s a part of him that enjoys the bordering of pain and pleasure that comes with it.

He lets out a small whine when she pulls on his lip and away from the kiss, his breath coming heavier than it had been before. He feels his heart pounding, both in his chest and in his erection, and he feels like he could lose it just from having her press down against him again.

“It’s always been the effect you have on me,” he mutters. It wasn’t entirely false, either. Even when they were teenagers he was constantly straining against the fabric of his jeans as they made out in her bed.