Passage - A Graduation Fic (RATED R) Mature Audiences Only!!!

TheCentralScrutinizer · 22 Jun 08 :: 05:49

Passage
by Sisterdebmac

Author's Note:
I love these characters and I kinda feel cheated that we didn't get to see more of them. Here's more. :-)

Synopsis:
This is a "gapper" fic based on the movie, Graduation. It's what happened between Carl and Suzy after she joined him and his friends in the train dodge (dig it!).

Rating:
R for language and smut. Mature Audiences only!!!

Genre:
Angsty fluff/Romance

Disclaimer:
These characters are not mine. My apologies to the creators of the story and to the actors for turning their film into porn.

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Carl helped Suzy out of the water and she was smiling, almost laughing. "You guys really do this a lot?"

"Yeah," he answered simply. He was not smiling.

At first, she didn't notice. "You ever get your wish?"

He looked into her warm, brown, moonlit eyes, just as she shivered from the cold of being sopping wet. Her hair was down now, rivulets dripping all around her shoulders. She'd lost her sash somewhere along the way, but she hadn't seemed to notice. He watched her ring out some of the water from her dark locks. And he smiled as he realized... "Yeah, uh, tonight I got what I wished for the last time I was here."

"What was that?"

"You."

"Me?" The idea seemed to stagger her.

"I mean I---I didn't know it was you. I think I said something like, 'I want a perfect date to prom and she's gotta like Iggy and have long legs.' And... that's definitely you."

She reached for his hand with a delighted smile.

When he lead her away from the river, he noticed that Chauncey and Polly were already by the car and they were still arguing. Jackson was off puking somewhere, they could hear him. Carl wished he could take her someplace better, someplace where they could get rid of the wet clothes, even if it went no further. It had been such a long night already. And tomorrow---

Tomorrow.

What if it all went wrong? What if they all ended up in jail? Or worse? Shit.

Right now, he really didn't want to be around his friends. He risked everything by bringing Suzy into it. But he didn't care. It was ridiculous to think that they could pull this off now, and there was so much at stake. Still, everything in him said that he was supposed to be with her. "You cold?" he asked.

"I'm OK."

"No you're not. Wait here."

He jogged up the bank to the road and yelled, "Chauncey!"

Chauncey stopped fighting with Polly for a second and barked out a, "What?!?" over his shoulder.

"Keys."

"I'm busy, Carl."

"Chauncey, just give me the damn keys, man. I need to open the trunk."

Chauncey threw the keys at him rather than to him. He barely caught them before they smashed into his face. He got one of the blankets out of the trunk. "Here!" he said, and threw the keys back at Chauncey.

Without regard to whether Chauncey caught them or not, he trudged back down the bank to where he'd left Suzy and wrapped the blanket around her. "Better?"

She nodded. "Thanks."

"We can probably head out in a few minutes. As soon as they get their shit together and somebody finds Jackson."

"Carl, it's OK. You don't have to worry about me."

"What if I want to?"

"I bet you're really good at that. Worrying about people."

"Why do you say that?"

"Just a guess. Look what you've been through with your mom."

"What I've been through? I haven't been through anything. She's the one who's lived in unbelievable pain for years. She's the one who's gonna—" he choked on the word. He would not say it. It was not gonna happen. They'd get the money. She'd be OK. His face crumbled and he had to look away from Suzy to compose himself.

"Gonna what, Carl?" She asked, gently touching his arm.

"Nothing. She's gonna have a procedure soon and she's gonna be fine." He sniffled and wiped the tears away quickly.

"You think you're such a rebel, but you're really a mama's boy, aren't you?"

He looked at her. She was smiling at him sweetly. She didn't mean it as a dig. "Yeah," he smiled back as tears threatened again.

"Hey," she touched his face, "it's OK. I'm really glad I got to meet your mom tonight. I feel like I know you a little better now. Kinda gives me hope. I really don't know that many good guys."

He was surprised when she leaned in and kissed him. Even as the tears came. Even as he couldn't hold it in anymore. He'd fought so hard to stay strong. For his mom, for the others. Maybe with her, he could let it all go, just for a little while.

She held him as he cried and he welcomed her embrace, clinging to her as she stroked his back and his shoulders and then the back of his head.

No one had held him so intimately in a such a long time, it really took his breath at first. But it was like a balm. It went on for at least a couple of minutes before he sighed and sobered as he felt her pull away from him slowly. "Thanks," he whispered.

"Come on. Let's go find your friend and get out of here."

"Yeah, I guess we should get you home, huh?"

"I do have to work tomorrow. But..."

"But what?"

"I'm not sleepy," she grinned at him suggestively.

"Uh..." Carl took her meaning instantly. "Guys! Let's go! It's getting late." He took her hand and they walked toward the car.

Polly was in her usual place in the front passenger seat now, sulking. Carl saw Chauncey helping the still wobbly Jackson up the bank and went to lend a hand.

Suzy climbed in the back seat. "You OK?" she asked Polly.

"Never better," Polly lied tersely, with no intention of engaging in conversation.

Once they were underway, Suzy took Carl's hand again and he couldn't help staring at their entwined fingers for most of the silent ride. Chauncey dropped them off first by her car, still parked at the school. He barely managed to grunt out a goodbye as he stewed about the fact that Polly and Jackson both said they just wanted to go home and crash. Yeah, in their rooms that were right next door to each other. He didn't buy that for one minute. His only comfort was the hope that Jackson had gotten himself so drunk he'd never be able to get it up anyway.

As Chauncey's old Impala blazed off into the night, Carl and Suzy quickly got into her car. She put the key in the ignition, but she hesitated. "I have a roommate. Can you be really, really quiet?"

"Well, um, how 'bout we go to my house? We'll be alone."

"Great," she smiled, looking truly relieved. "Can we stop by my place first so I can pick up a few things?"

"Sure. Cuz for the record, no, I don't think I can be quiet," he teased.

"Thank God, me neither," she kissed him again, squeezing his knee. He almost popped off the seat. She smiled at him when she pulled away, satisfied that she had secured his full attention for the rest of the evening.

When they reached his house, they could hardly wait any longer. He backed her in, kissing her. Through the living room, past his mom's couch, down the hallway to his room. He was glad it wasn't too disgusting at the moment.

Inside, she dropped her little overnight bag near his bed and broke from him long enough to kick off her shoes. She turned her back to him. "Carl, we've gotta get out of these wet clothes." She pointed over her shoulder at her zipper.

He snapped himself out of the fog of inamorata. "Oh, yeah, uh, OK." He snickered at his own ineptitude and reached for her zipper.

She jumped. "Ooh!"

He snapped his hand back. "What?"

"Sorry, it's just, your hands are really cold." She smiled at him, taking them in her own and rubbing them to warm them. "You have really beautiful hands, do you know that?"

"I do?"

"Yeah," she continued to rub them as she raised them to her lips and breathed warm air onto them. She watched his eyes flutter. "Long, supple fingers, very articulate." She bent one of his palms toward her and gazed down at it for a few seconds. "Impressive love line, no bullshit. I'll give you a reading sometime."

She released his hands and he grinned, searching for his voice as he pointed to her. "I'll... take you up on that." He wasn't sure he bought into palmistry, but he certainly hoped he had an impressive love line.

She turned her back to him again and he slid her zipper down, careful at first to slowly acclimate her warm skin to the touch of his cool fingers. She wriggled her dress down over her hips and stepped out of it, turning back to face him in her lacy black strapless bra and matching panties. Some anarchist, he thought, bemused. Maybe a Victoria's Secret anarchist.

"Your turn," she said as she reached out and began pushing his jacket off his shoulders. Their eyes locked as he began to unbutton his shirt. She started to help him from the bottom and their hands met in the middle. She pushed the shirt off of him just as she'd done with his jacket.

He couldn't stand it anymore. He had to kiss her again. She cut it short. "Pants," she said.

"Huh?" he asked, confused.

She pointed down at his trousers.

He smiled. "Oh." He unbuttoned them and she slipped her hands in to help him slide them down over his ass, squeezing him to her briefly before she let him drop them to the floor. That was all he needed.

He breathed into her and pulled her onto the bed with him as he kissed her deeply.

When he laid her down, she bobbled and laughed. "Oh my God, you have a waterbed?"

"Cheesy, I know. I needed a bed. We got it cheap."

She settled in. "I've never done it on a waterbed before."

"Me neither." He kissed her.

"Carl? You're not...?"

"No!" he laughed. "No." Looking at her beneath him, he sobered. "I mean I've never made love to anyone in my bed before."

"Oh." She reached around and unhooked her bra, allowing him to remove it. She lay back and watched his face as he soaked in the beauty of her creamy mounds and her perky nipples. He leaned down and kissed her lips and her neck and her collar bone as he drew closer to them, hesitating just long enough to make her close her eyes in anticipation.

He took her right nipple between his lips, kissing and suckling it, just very gently. He looked up at her and watched her lips fall open as his tongue circled the flesh, making it pucker and harden. He repeated this on her left nipple and heard her gasp a little when he suckled harder this time and pinched it just a bit. She reached for his arms and pulled him up on top of her so she could get back to the business of kissing him. God, he had delicious lips.

She moaned as she felt him pulling off her panties. He had to raise up and lean back a little to remove his own boxer briefs, but he was very quickly back in place, settling between her legs. She ached with need for him. And he was ready to oblige when she pushed him back again, "Carl, no."

"No?" he asked, puzzled.

"Condom first," she sighed. "Condom."

"Oh, yeah," he said just as breathlessly, leaning over her to fish his wallet out of his pants on the floor. When he opened it, he hissed. "Dammit! It's not there. I coulda sworn I put one---"

She laughed and pulled him back up. "It's OK. Grab my bag."

He leaned over again and dragged it up onto the bed. She sat up to dig under her Barbie baby tee and her girlie cotton boxers (like, anarchy totally rocks!), down past her toiletries, to find a pack of Trojans. "Uh, these are supposed to be one size fits most."

He grinned at her as he took one and put it on. She lay back down and their kisses resumed, quickly becoming heated. She took hold of him and this time, he pulled away, "Wait. Wait, Suzy, I have to tell you something."

"Later," she breathed.

"No, I've really gotta tell you now." He brought them to a complete stop. "There's nothing casual about this, OK? I want you to know that it's not gonna be a one time thing. I really think you're the girl for me."

"I hope so." She pulled him into her lips, wrapped him in her arms, welcomed him into the very center of her being.

Felt like home to Carl. Truly home. God, she was amazing. At that moment, he didn't care if he ever left her embrace. His senses reeled. He felt her hands slip down to his hips and he tried to concentrate on doing whatever she wanted. Her mocha skin was so intoxicating, all he wanted was to disappear inside her.

He was gentle at first and her heart melted at his sweetness. But she wanted more of him. She wanted to feel his passion. She wanted to give him something he didn't seem to have much of in his life. She wanted to take him with her to bliss.

She pulled at his waist and her heels slid in along the insides of his lean, strong thighs.

"Ohhhh.." he breathed in her ear and she knew no one had ever embraced him this way. Never wanted him, never adored him so.

She was afraid he might lose it when her hands grasped his little round bum and pulled him as close as he could get. He almost did. He sped up. They both did and the heat rose and rose and ohhhhhhhhhhh, it was so good. But she slowed them and he filled her with everything he had. They crashed hard into each other. Hard, but slow. In a matter of seconds, the intensity of it overwhelmed her. Her voice came out in a short little squeal. And then, "God! Oh! God! Oh! Right! There! Oh! Oh! Ohhhhhhhhhhh! Eeeyessssss...."

He let her slow them to a stop, but he stayed with her, inside her.

She held him and fought a sob. That. Was... She could barely move, barely breathe, but she held onto him. She was not done yet. Neither was he.

He almost caved to his fragile emotions again when he heard her whisper, "Baby..." almost as if she was afraid to call him that.

For a long, powerful, perfect moment, they just held on. Then he felt her kiss his face. Her hands reaching up to touch his cheeks as she nibbled on his lips. Soon their tongues were dancing and he sighed into her mouth when she began to move beneath him again, drawing him in.

He moved them to their sides and even as they continued crashing together, he maneuvered them so that she was on top. She gasped and threw her head back when she felt all of him from beneath her. As she rode him, her hands found his chest and she squeezed. Not hard, she just wanted to feel her hands on him.

She leaned down to kiss him, devouring his lips for as long as she could with the motion of her hips becoming more uncontrollable by the minute.

He'd never felt anything like this. His hands worshiped her every curve. It was kind of a fantasy really. In his limited experience, no girl had ever let herself go this way with him. Before long, she took his hands, used them for leverage. And he was hers, powerless.

In seconds she sped up, pressed down and found bliss again as the heat and friction built to the deepest, most intense orgasm of her life. "Carl! Oh my God, Carl!" she cried as she rode it out, clinching and releasing until he followed along right behind her. And he was right, he was not remotely quiet, though nothing that could be mistaken for words issued forth. What escaped him was the longest, most adorably deep and rumbly moan she'd ever heard out of a man.

She collapsed on his chest and they literally could not move for a very long while. Finally she said, "Well, that's a first."

"What?"

"I've never had two incredible orgasms back to back like that, with anyone. And, God, especially not the first time." She rolled to her side so she could look at him. "Where'd you learn to do that?"

He just smiled mysteriously. "Do what?"

"That waiting thing, after the first one. Staying with me, waiting, bending with my every move and then. Wow! Most guys---"

"Oh, you're not gonna insult me by comparing me to other guys."

"No! No, there's no comparison. Trust me," she articulated, looking at him very seriously. "And, there's really not a lot of other guys. I'm pretty damn picky."

"I know that... Did you notice we almost came together your second time?"

"I noticed," she smiled like a satiated cat as she kissed him softly.

"With a little more practice..." he let the idea hang in the air.

"You know, you almost made me cry."

He was suddenly concerned. "I did?"

"No, not like that. It was... Carl, nobody's ever treated me so... Nobody's ever waited for me like that."

He rolled over so they were lying face to face. "Well, you know, it's not my only skill." He ran his fingers along her bare arm.

It kinda tickled and that made her grin wickedly. "No?"

"Nope." A mischievous light filled his eyes as they locked with hers. "This ain't my first rodeo, cowgirl."

She wrinkled her nose at the imagery and they dissolved into laughter and kisses. And joy.

justme · 22 Jun 08 :: 06:14

:applause: I've got a good feeling about those two!

magicalturkey · 22 Jun 08 :: 14:40

They're so cute. And hot too, of course :drool::o

BiggestChrisMarquetteFan · 22 Jun 08 :: 21:23

Great fanfic, Deb. It's soo cute and well written like always!

TheCentralScrutinizer · 23 Jun 08 :: 00:06

Thanks guys.

Simon · 30 Jun 08 :: 01:12

I just don't know what to say in response.

TheCentralScrutinizer · 30 Jun 08 :: 15:08

Did you see the movie yet, Simon?

Simon · 01 Jul 08 :: 00:47

I havn't seen the movie yet. I'm just amazed at how imaginative some minds are in this place.

magicalturkey · 01 Jul 08 :: 00:54

You probably should have watched the movie first. Imaginative is a good word. I like that word. It's better than crazy.

TheCentralScrutinizer · 01 Jul 08 :: 01:09

Yeah, you gotta see the movie now, Simon. It's terrific. I can't stop thinking about it. Carl and Suzy are just so damn cute! And hey, the movie totally set that scene up for me. I just picked up right after Suzy jumped in the water. She and Carl do spend the night together, it's just off camera. I didn't make anything up. I just filled in the blanks.

Now, if you think that one was... um... imaginative, you should read some of my JoA fic. The Carl/Suzy fic is pretty tame compared to the situations Adam and Joan get themselves into. But be careful if you decide to go there. I've been told that the honeymoon chapter has blown a few gaskets.

Tishery · 30 Jul 08 :: 18:21

Deb, like I've said before I love the hot smuttyness you write but it's so much more than that. You paint the picture so well, I can see it as if I were there, and I can hear their voices and you just bring it to life all over again as if I'm remembering something that DID happen in the movie ya know? Awesome, pure gold dude.

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TheCentralScrutinizer · 30 Jul 08 :: 18:34

Sweet. Thanks. Much appreciated.

Donna · 09 Aug 08 :: 19:01

Awesome as always!! Thanks

TheCentralScrutinizer · 09 Aug 08 :: 20:58

Thanks, Donna. Don't miss Overtime, a new A/J smut fic here in this section.

Donna · 11 Aug 08 :: 06:13

Thanks, I just went over and read it. It is freakin' awesome, very hot!

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TheCentralScrutinizer · 11 Aug 08 :: 06:29

Thank you. :embarrassed:

cherrykiss808 · 10 Sep 08 :: 05:29

:drool::drool::drool::drool::drool::drool::drool::drool::drool::drool: wow deb that was amazing!

TheCentralScrutinizer · 10 Sep 08 :: 05:55

Thank you. So you loved Carl and Suzy as much as I did? I want to write more. It bugs me that I haven't written anything in a while. We've gotta get you some JoA if you liked that. Once you roll through that story, I have lots of good smut in that realm.

BiggestChrisMarquetteFan · 11 Sep 08 :: 04:24

You soo need to read Butterflies, cherrykiss. It's like the best fanfic ever and there's soo many great smut scenes in the unrated version. ; )

cherrykiss808 · 11 Sep 08 :: 04:28

mmmm sounds good guys I will check that out <3 and thank you. DEB!!! You must write more....it's awesome<3

TheCentralScrutinizer · 11 Sep 08 :: 04:46

Thanks, guys. I hope to be writing more soon. I've got a couple of ideas I'm toying with. One is the next chapter in the Adam & Joan series based on femmenerd's To Give Is To Receive, Experiment which Carol and I wrote, and Everywhere from Laura. The next chapter is called Dreaming Is Free and I really wanna get back to it.

The other is a Butterflies smut vignette that will require a certain mood...

Cherry, I will get JoA in your hands as soon as possible. Do you need +R or -R DVDs?

cherrykiss808 · 12 Sep 08 :: 05:46

uuummm well I live in America so i guess the DVD's just have to be region 1 idk if thats what you are asking me. I'm not familiar with that terminology. I'm sorry .

TheCentralScrutinizer · 12 Sep 08 :: 06:17

That's OK. I'm not a techie either. But +R and -R are kinds of recordable DVDs. Some players don't like +R. It should say on the front of your player what's compatible.

cherrykiss808 · 13 Sep 08 :: 21:12

okay thanks im still not sure what it is but lets go with the +R

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