Rating: HIGH MATURE
Prompt: Anonymous, "Jeff/Annie, f*ck or die." For the Kink Meme at LJ's comm Community_tv.
Writing Soundtrack: the Jeff/Annie song mix "Love You Down" playlist on Songza.
Summary: Jeff and Annie are stuck in a scenario that asks too much of them, and surviving comes at a price.
No Way Out But Through
"I knew we shouldn't have taken this stupid tour!"
Raising his foot, Jeff kicked savagely at the antique door keeping them prisoner. The gesture was useless: even if it was old, the wood was thick. Besides, Jeff's muscles were more of a decorative preference than tools of ready violence. "The cake and tequila were a lie!"
Annie put her head in her hands and took her turn as the reasonable one. "This is all Pierce's fault," she complained. "It's his chauvinist, moronic cult that's doing this to us. And where is he, remind me?"
Jeff practically growled his response: "Likely fell asleep in the lobby toilet." He kicked the door again for certainty, then flopped down onto the futon next to Annie. They sat together, contemplating the barrier to freedom.
"What are we supposed to do in here?"
"Fuck if I know."
"YES, AHEM, EXACTLY," said a new voice. Both prisoners swung their heads about like bobble heads until Annie pointed out the small speaker in the far corner, hanging on the wall beside a set of shelves. The shelves held folded blankets and sheets, neatly stacked, two pillows, and a few new-age-y looking textbooks.
The voice on the loud speaker was weak and breathy, like from a person who didn't get enough exercise. It-he- attempted to use polite words, but that did little to alleviate the effect.
"BETWEEN THE TWO OF YOU, WE HAVE A SAMPLE SIZE THAT, WHILE SMALL, IS ENOUGH TO MEET OUR MINIMUM REQUIREMENTS. YOU ARE FULLY MATURED EXAMPLES OF HUMAN MALE AND HUMAN FEMALE, EVEN BEING OF COMPATIBLE SEXUAL ALIGNMENT, WHICH WE'VE BEEN INFORMED IS IMPORTANT IN YOUR CULTURE."
Annie reacted first. "What? WHAT?" The second word hit a piercing note as she nearly leapt to her feet, planted her stance, and faced the loud speaker. "How can you possibly imply that we'd participate in your sick experiment? And what the hell kind of cult is this!"
"No fucking way!" Jeff snapped, almost simultaneously. "You can take your weird religion and shove it up Pierce's ass!"
"SUCH UNNECESSARILY AGGRESSIVE BODY LANGUAGE, IT DISAPPOINTS ME. BUT YOU WILL COMPLY. WE HAVE PROVIDED YOU A PLACE OF REPOSE, AND THE PHYSICAL COMFORTS YOU MAY REQUIRE. YOU WILL PERFORM THE FULL SPECTRUM OF SEXUAL ACTS, HERE, FOR OUR STUDY, OR YOU WILL BE NEUTRALIZED AND REPLACED."
As he said the word neutralized, the lights in the small room dimmed to a quarter of their power, and a strange humming noise kicked in from every direction.
"SO THERE IS NO DOUBT THAT YOU ARE COMPLETELY IN OUR CONTROL, WE INVITE YOU TO LISTEN TO THE HIGH-PITCHED SOUND BEING EMITTED INTO YOUR ROOM. YOU WILL HEAR IT GET LOUDER, AND THEN GET FARTHER AWAY. THAT IS AN ILLUSION, IT IS ACTUA-"
Jeff and Annie never heard the last words of his explanation, because the sound swamped their ears and everything went suddenly, violently white.
When the two Greendale students woke up, heads pounding, and found themselves still ensconced in the small windowless room, the angry floodgates opened. The mysterious captors had left Jeff his watch, which told them it'd been nearly a day and a half since their kidnapping from the tour group in Pierce's Lotus Temple.
"No fucking way," Jeff said for the what felt like the eighth time.
Annie growled and tugged at her hair with nervous hands. "Look, these people are serious! If this is what they want, let's just get it over with and get out of here."
"We don't know that they will let us out of here," he pointed out. "And I don't perform well under threats of violence. We do not negotiate with terrorists."
"They're not terrorists!" she snapped. "And we might have to comply, unless you've got an uzi under your shirt that I'm not aware of."
Indignant, Jeff pointed at the large futon on the carpeted floor of their prison. "And you're okay with just demonstrating for them?"
"No," snapped Annie, marching up to him. "I'm not okay. But I don't want to get brain-zapped again. I didn't enjoy it, and who knows that side effects it's going to have? We could get tissue damage if they do that too many times. If sex is what it takes to get out, I'd just as soon do it."
Feeling his anger slide away for a moment, Jeff grabbed his friend by the shoulders. "Hey, hey, stop." She turned her head away, but he caught her chin. "Annie, I know what you're doing. You think that you have to be the tough one, that you can just push through and carry this. That's not gonna happen."
Annie rolled her eyes. "Jeff, you don't have to baby me, I know what I'm-" He interrupted her with an embrace, wrapping long arms around her tiny frame.
"This isn't about who's grown up enough to handle fear," he whispered. Tucking his cheek against her chocolate hair, Jeff held her until Annie let herself give in to the support. He felt a soft sob against his neck, and hugged her closer.
"I don't want to do this for someone else's benefit, Annie, and I know you don't want to either. Let's not make any decisions yet. We can wait it out."
"Okay," she mumbled. They sat on the futon, still curled together, and waited.
Their captors seemed unhindered by time, because when Jeff woke from a dark sleep against Annie's side, he saw another four hours had passed. The lights of the room were still dim, and there was no sign of change in their situation. When he stood up, a wave of hunger swamped him, and he stumbled dizzily.
When he had his bearings again, he noticed two trays of food and a gallon jug of water near the door. Inadequacy and fury competed briefly with the hunger when Jeff realized the door had been opened while he and Annie slept. Eventually the hunger won, and he touched his friend's shoulder to wake her up.
After some debate about poison, they ate the food. Though the cell was mostly composed of the large futon and the shelf of linens, one tiny corner was sectioned off with a curtain, hiding a toilet and sink. They made use of the amenities, discussed their situation again, and resolved once more to wait.
"They can't keep us here forever," he pointed out. "And they haven't used the noise to knock us out again. That's a good sign."
"It means they know we're discussing it," muttered Annie. Stress and fear were bringing out a pessimistic side of the young woman, and it worried Jeff. He couldn't think of a reason to disagree with her assessment though, so he let the matter drop.
They talked, they ate, and they slept for three days. The outside world continued on without them, busy with summer classes and regular life. Conversation fixated on their friends, their prayers to be rescued by the police or the FBI, and a constant debate of their options.
After the fourth day in captivity, Annie stopped debating. Fed up with the waiting game, she acted.
On the soft futon, Jeff slept deeply and fitfully. So far in this hell-place his dreams had been nervous visions of chases and near escapes, interspersed with small nightmares where Annie or himself were tortured. Tonight's episode was different, however. Annie was with him, as usual, and they were sitting on the brown couches in the Greendale Student Center.
As they talked about Shirley's sandwich shop, Annie slid off the couch and moved in front of him. Smiling, she knelt down and pushed his legs apart, still chatting about Shirley's decision to use kosher ingredients. While Jeff nodded along with the conversation, dream-Annie casually unzipped his fly and pulled out his ready erection. Nobody else in the student center seemed to notice what was going on, and dream-Jeff found himself speechless.
"Kosher is important, because I just love a firm, crunchy pickle with my sandwich," said Annie, loosing a little giggle. "Something big and tasty." With a wink, she lowered her mouth over his penis and began to suck the dripping head. Up and down, she moved, like a wet, delicious machine. Jeff reached out to touch her hair-
-and felt it.
He awoke instantly, tense as a bowstring, and realized Annie was above him, one leg between his, her lips moving slowly down his flat stomach. His shirt had been unbuttoned, but she was nearly to his waist, and he knew what would happen then.
"Annie, stop, you don't have to do this."
"Close your eyes Jeff," she soothed. "It's okay, this is easy. Don't think about me, just close your eyes and imagine someone. I'll take care of everything."
"I don't want to imagine someone else," he hissed, but his hands felt too heavy to lift as he watched her pluck open the top button on his jeans. Stopping her should be his first priority, but the sight of Annie crawling between his legs and licking a path down his abdomen was something he'd fantasized about. All those nights alone were coming back to haunt him now, as Jeff found himself unwilling to keep the real thing from unfolding.
"Then look at me," said Annie, giving an actress's perfect smile as she released his already hardening boner. "This is what you've wanted for a long time, right?"
Slowly delicately, her tongue danced out to brush his sensitive tip. Jeff's breathing sped up at the sight. Still smiling, Annie dropped to lick a long stroke up his shaft, from base to point, swiveling as she went. At the top, she enveloped the dripping head in her mouth. When she sucked so much that her cheeks pulled in, the visual contrast of her white face and pink lips above him made Jeff clench his hands into fists.
"Oh fuck," he said. "Annie..." But words failed when her head lowered as she took the full length of his cock down her throat. Jeff fell back against the futon, arching his hips up to meet the warmth of her mouth.
It was exquisite, almost unbearable, to know that it was Annie sucking him off right then. The cell didn't matter, the reasons didn't matter, just the knowledge that his cock was in Annie's sweet, round mouth. The mouth he'd dreamed fucking for nearly three years. So many unattended fantasies he'd had over her, so many guilty moments in the shower or the bed that left him spent and shaking, telling himself it was okay because she was old enough, because she was his friend, because she might imagine him that way too.
All of that was nothing to the experience. "Fuck, Annie," he moaned while she sucked and licked, deep-throating him from above only to pull back again moments later. Over and over she did this, simulating sex with her lips, her tongue, and her soft heat. "Annie, I want, I..."
"Don't talk, Jeff," she murmured, lips touching his swollen head with every word. "Just feel this, let it happen." She licked and swirled, taking him down and then pulling back to speak again.
"Remember the time when we were camping, and you saw me change behind the tree?"
He groaned, pushing his hips up, and she continued. "I wanted to put on my swimsuit, but didn't have time before we left the campsite. You saw me by accident, then pretended you hadn't. I noticed, Jeff. Did you like what you saw? Did you imagine it later?"
"Yes," he confessed, and Annie rewarded him with another long, deep swallow of his cock. His fists released the clumped blanket and he finally touched her head, holding her while he tried to thrust upward against her hotness without being too rough. She stayed there, suckling, encouraging him with girlish little sounds around his dick.
"I wanted to do this," Jeff said breathlessly. "I wanted to fuck you against the tree, and in the lake. None of it was your imagination, Annie. I-Aaaahhhh-" he nearly lost his ability to talk as the motions of her mouth got faster. "I wanted to be inside you-any way you'd let me-"
The sensation of her mouth, her hands, and the admittance of his suppressed desire culminated in a blinding crest as Jeff came in Annie's mouth. Arching with the release, he felt the overwhelming ride reach its pinnacle as he spent himself and Annie swallowed all he had. When it ended, he opened his eyes to see her sit up and wipe at the corner of her lips with her thumb. It was a devastatingly sexual thing to see from Annie Edison, even in this place.
This place, he repeated to himself through the haze of orgasm. No, this prison, he remembered, as logic slouched back into his brain.
Fuck, fuck, fuck, went his thoughts, running faster than he was prepared for. Annie had just- and he-
"None of this was real," Jeff realized aloud. Out of breath and flustered, he tried to right himself. Sitting back on her folded legs, his much younger friend watched him with a closed expression.
Palms shaking slightly from aftermath, he tucked himself back in, and then reached for Annie. She took his hand, but wouldn't quite meet his eyes.
"Yeah," he said at last. "Same here."