Jeff/Annie - "Closeted (No, Not That Kind)"

[wordybee]

Title: Closeted (No, Not That Kind)
Author: wordybee
Spoilers:  None.
Rating: PG-13/R(?)
Warning: First ever, ever, ever attempt at anything nearing sexually explicit. So, apologies if it doesn't go according to plan.
Word Count: 2354
Disclaimer: I don't own Community

Author's Note: This is a sequel to my fic "Sartorial Inspiration".

Summary: Jeff and Annie have sex in a supply closet.

            Jeff likes Annie very much. That’s the reason why, when she tried seducing him in a supply closet two weeks ago, he’d told her she was better than that. That a supply closet wasn’t a good place for a first time between two people who actually liked each other.

            Jeff has had a lot of sex in a lot of supply closets (figuratively, of course: he’s had sex in cars, in elevators, in showers, on library tables, and in cheap motels, but sex in supply closets is his new sort of analogy for dirty sex in dirty places) and they tended to result in the participants forgetting each other’s names and faces afterward. Annie was more than supply closet sex.

            For their first time, at least.

            Hey, she’s willing and she’s hot and their apartments feel ridiculously far away when she looks at him with those big blue eyes gone dark with interest and touches him with hands that feel too hot on his skin. It was her idea in the first place, after all, and once the whole first time thing is over with, sex with Annie has become one of Jeff’s favorite past times and he’s going to leap at any opportunity to partake, regardless of where they do so.

            Supply closets have become their favorite place on the Greendale Campus, however. Jeff isn’t sure if it’s the space (they’re pretty big for closets) or the fact that the doors lock (usually; it’s hard to figure out which doors have real locks and which don’t, and sometimes it’s even hotter if they don’t bother to lock it at all) or what, but he’s had more sex in supply closets with Annie than he has anywhere else in Greendale with anyone else from Greendale. He’s not sure if that says much. He’s had a bit of a dry spell since he arrived at good old GCC, and whether it’s because of a certain pair of disapproving blue eyes or just because he’s not into having sex with people who attend this school (save for a select few, of course) it’s not certain.

            What is certain, however, is he’s in trouble.

            “I lost my tie clip,” Jeff says. He looks under a shelf in the supply closet as Annie pauses in buttoning up her cardigan.

            “The really ugly one with the letters on it?” Annie frowns, “I don’t think you were wearing it today.”

            “The letters are the logo to the law firm,” Jeff  grumbles. He ineffectually pushes around some boxes and only manages to mess up the precise dust lines surrounding them. “I didn’t even notice it was gone. It might’ve been gone since Monday…”

            Annie smiles, “Like I said: it was ugly. You look better without it.”

            Standing up to actually face her, Jeff grimaces, “It’s not a matter of how I look. My boss gave me that thing. You wear gifts given to you by your boss, regardless of how it looks. It’s part of the humiliation-based rich bastard hierarchy system.”

            “Tell them you lost it.”

            “I did lose it.”

            “Exactly!” She says the word with such joyful triumph, like it’s this great opportunity for Jeff to take advantage of. She might think it is, considering that Annie has been blatantly urging Jeff into telling the truth and avoiding lies ever since they’d fallen into this secret relationship and both had to lie (outright or by omission) to their friends on a daily basis. Jeff thinks Annie is having a horrible time with it, since she’s naivety and innocence incarnate, and her getting him to mend his evil ways is some form of penance.

            “Do you really get that much happiness out of me telling the truth about things?” Jeff asks wryly.

            “Someone has to save your soul,” she answers, like it’s actually a sane thing to say. Jeff smirks.

            “Annie, you do a lot of things for me,” he leans down to kiss her, “but saving my soul definitely isn’t one of them.”

            He kisses her up against the back wall of the closet. He kisses his way down her neck, to her shoulder where the sleeve of her dress is slightly off-center, and her hands remain steadfastly planted against the painted cinderblock surface until he nips at a place on her collarbone that makes her gasp and suddenly she’s holding his face, running her fingers along his torso, trying to shove his suit jacket off his shoulders: all at once like a hot little Annie-tornado. Deft fingers unbutton her floral dress and smaller, equally deft fingers loosen his tie and pick at the buttons of his shirt. All clothes come off within a well-timed pause for air, except for Jeff’s pants which Annie has to unbuckle and unbutton and unzip and pants are really a pain in the ass when you are trying to have sex with your girlfriend.

            The pants come off, too, though, and there’s more deft fingers – this time they’re against skin; grasping and gripping and flitting along sensitive places. Jeff continues his conquest of Annie’s neck, moves down her chest, her stomach, and she falls atop him as she kisses her own path along his body. They meet back again before much else can be done, though, and explore each other’s mouths for a time. Annie is pushing herself against him like they’re going to melt into one another – that’s her thing, what she does; she gets as close as she possibly can and then gets even closer. Jeff has spent his sexually active life somehow fucking women from a distance, because he doesn’t think he’s ever gotten as physically close to them as Annie gets to him.

            Annie already has a condom out from Jeff’s wallet (when did she move away?) and she’s putting her experience since the STD Fair to good use. She’s always been a fast learner, and apparently lots of sex in lots of supply closets have been more conducive to her learning experience than Jeff would have otherwise thought.

            When they settle back together again, Annie’s closer than ever and their mouths are practically glued together. Oxygen has become a thing of the past, apparently: cliché and downright archaic.

            They move together with a rhythm that’s probably not perfect (talk about clichés) but it works, and each movement brings Jeff closer to Annie, makes them touch and his skin ignite with that fire that lurks beneath the surface and she’d somehow learned to tame.

            When Annie comes, she whispers Jeff’s name against his mouth and when Jeff comes, he just kisses her. He’s not quite at the point where he says a name during orgasm – he’s always been too cool for such things, and it’s going to take a lot more of Annie’s honest influence to get him to admit he’s not nearly as cool as he likes people to think he is.

            Ten minutes later, they’re lying in a state of relative dress – Jeff with his shirt on, unbuttoned, his pants on, unbuckled, and Annie in her underwear, with Jeff’s suit jacket tossed over her like a blanket. They’re using packages of unopened paper towels as pillows and lying in each other’s arms in a way that Jeff refuses to call “cuddling”. Annie’s mostly naked and she’s practically on top of him and that’s sexy, not cuddly, god dammit.

            Jeff has almost dozed off (at this point, he’s resigned to the fact that he’ll probably be a bit late for work) and Annie already has, when suddenly the door opens and before Jeff can jump and hide behind a shelf or something, he hears:

            “Oh my god!”

            Jeff looks at Annie, whose eyes have gone round and horrified at the sight of Troy standing in the doorway, having a quiet but obvious freak-out, and he futilely attempts to shield her from view. Maybe Troy didn’t recognize—

            “JEFF IS HAVING SEX WITH ANNIE?” he squeals, and suddenly all of their friends are in the doorway.

            Shirley looks like she’s about a second away from fainting or throttling Jeff with her purse, Troy is continuing his bulging-eyed, near-tears hysterics, Pierce is shocked and, for once, silent, Abed is looking on with a lack of surprise that Jeff can’t figure out is abnormal or just par for the course, and Britta is the only one smiling but it’s not a friendly sort of smile.

            “Jeffrey, how could you!”

            “Oh god, oh god, oh god, what is happening?!”

            “Uh…”

            “This is a unexpectedly expected turn of events.”

            Jeff stands up before much else can be said, and Annie fully folds herself into his jacket until she’s just a humiliation-red face and a mound of fabric. He glares at each one of his friends in turn, and mentally compels them to look away from Annie (who had wanted them to be honest about their relationship, but had charted the perfect point in time for them to do so and how they would do it and this definitely was not part of her plan so Jeff isn’t sure if she’s more upset about being found near-naked in a supply closet with him or having her diligently organized schedule fouled up) and at him instead.

            “Yes, we’re having sex,” he states bluntly, and everyone – Annie included – gasps. She probably thought he was going to go with the usual This isn’t what it looks like speech and try and use his Lawyer Mind-Tricks on them to prove it.

            Mouths open to say things and Jeff cuts each one off:

            “No, I’m not afraid of what Baby Jesus will think,” he says to Shirley.

            To Troy: “You should probably breathe, now.”

            To Pierce: “Don’t even think of initiating any sort of high five or congratulatory speech.”

            To Abed: “We are not a television show.”

            When he arrives at Britta, who is looking at him like she’s expecting an explanation but isn’t all that startled by what she’s seen, he looks away. “Leave,” he growls to the rest. Shell-shocked, they move away, muttering to each other. Annie pushes Jeff out of the closet from behind and closes the door – ostensibly to get dressed, though at this point Jeff doesn’t know who she’s meant to be shy in front of – and Jeff is standing in the hallway with Britta, his shirt held closed with just the middle button and his feet bare.

            “How did you know?” he asks.

            Britta smirks and hold up Jeff’s tie pin, “I found it four days ago outside the closet. After you and Annie snuck off to” – air quotes – “’help with a diorama’. I know this school does a lot of dioramas, but not that many – and not this close to finals week.”

            “And, what, you thought you’d humiliate Annie by gathering the whole group together to reveal your little discovery?”

            She has the courtesy to look ashamed, but it flairs into indignation: “I didn’t want to embarrass Annie! I wanted to embarrass you!”

            “News flash, Britta: I have sex all the time. I’m not ashamed of it. Annie, on the other hand, still feels like maybe sex is something that one should keep private. Who did you really think was going to get the real kick in the face from this particular prank?”

            “I didn’t…” Britta’s gaze falls to the floor. Her eyes flick over to the door, like she’s about to rush in and apologize to Annie, but Jeff isn’t going to let that happen.

            “What were you thinking?” His voice is almost a shout, and he’s really glad that no one in this school applies themselves enough to stay after hours.

            “I wasn’t, okay! I just thought… I thought it’s be this thing like, ‘ha ha, I caught you!’ and we’d all be a little weirded out but we’d get over it. I didn’t expect…” Britta shifts uncomfortably for a while before turning on Jeff again:

            “Wait, I might have made a mistake with this, but I’m not the one having a fling with a twenty-one year old girl who – by the way – is also one of your best friends!”

            “It’s not a fling!” Jeff really does shout now, matching the rise in volume in Britta’s voice. “We’ve been dating for months now!”

            “Oh, yeah, and how long have you been… taking advantage of her, then?”           

            “I have not been taking advantage of her!”

            “Oh?”

            “It was her idea!”

            “Oh, really?”

            “We’ve only been having sex for two weeks!”

            Britta’s eyebrows go up, “Oh.”

            “Yeah, oh.”

            There’s a silence that stretches on for a while. Jeff worries that Annie might never come out of that supply closet (she didn’t take nearly this long to get dressed the first time around) Britta keeps shifting uncomfortably, torn between her general lack of skills in social situations and her own shame.

            “So you really like her, then?” she offers quietly.

            Jeff looks at Britta, then back at the door. He thinks to himself, I love her, but he doesn’t say it out loud because he’s just not there yet. Plus, he should probably tell Annie that sort of thing first.

            “Yeah, I really like her,” Jeff answers.

            Britta nods. “Good.”

            She smiles at him – one of those soft, sincere smiles that Jeff knows are as rare as his own sincere smiles – and sighs, moving to leave.

            “I should probably fix this with the group,” she murmurs. “And you can…” She motions to the door, and Jeff nods. “I’m going to apologize to her later, too… What am I going to say?”

            The last part is more to herself than to Jeff, but Jeff answers anyway:

            “She’ll understand eventually… She’s… pretty understanding.”

            Britta looks at him. “I’m glad you like her,” she says.

            “So am I.”

            As Britta walks away and Jeff prepares himself to face Annie and whatever high-strung, lovable crazy was going through her head, he tells himself that he’s not having sex in supply closets again. He was over them. They were too much trouble and too dusty and he realizes now that Annie was better than them at all times, not just first times.

            Jeff did, after all, like her very much.