A/N: Something that came to me while I was bored at work, I'm still working on Maybe I can ease the ache, but this is something to help jumpstart my creative juices. I don't own glee, if I did Brody wouldn't have been tossed aside the way he was.
As amazing as the busy streets and bright city lights were, sometimes, like tonight, New York City was just dreary and bleak. Rachel Berry lay in bed just staring up at the ceiling as the pain pattered at her small dorm room window. Her roommate, a girl she hadn't even met, had finally fallen asleep after some strenuous 'activities' with her latest fling. Rachel reminded herself to order some noise canceling headphones when she got up the next day.
She had been having trouble sleeping since she got to New York and that was mostly due to the amount of thinking she had been doing. She hated Finn for putting her on the train on the day that was supposed to be her wedding day, but at the same time she knew it was for the best. She was bound for a bright future and he was going to be stuck in little old Lima for the rest of his life. She'd be winning Tony's and he'd be putting his two and a half kids to bed in the house with the picket fence while his suburban wife did laundry and cleaned house. Their futures just didn't match and as much as she loved him, one of them would've been unhappy no matter what.
Deciding to sneak to the bathroom to complete her nightly moisturizing routine, Rachel grabbed her bathroom bag and slid her robe on over her shorts and tank top. She slid her feet into her slippers and quietly made her way out of the room and down the hall. She didn't expect anyone to be in the coed bathrooms at 3 in the morning, despite the fact that she could hear the water running in the showers. She started her routine by washing her face to get all the oil and dirt out of her skin. If she was going to be an actress then she had to look as good as she could act, sing, and dance; something that no one else at the school apparently realized by the fact that she was constantly being made fun of for her routine.
Hearing the water shut off and the shower door start to open, Rachel practically jumped in surprise and turned to see who else was in the bathroom this late. Her eyes were met with the sight of a naked male figure, a gorgeous naked male figure and she felt her body hum at the sight. She had always believed that women enjoy and want sex as much as men do and it had been a long time since she had been with anyone. She could see everything, a very impressive everything, and it seemed like it had been 30 minutes, but was probably only a second or two before she pulled her eyes away.
The man wrapped a towel around his waist and walked over to her with a half smile/ half smirk on his face. "You a freshman?" He asked her and she bit her lip gently, trying to hide the blush on her face and her growing arousal. His voice was deep and husky and she glanced over to get a better look at his face. His eyes were the prettiest blue she had ever seen and she was entranced by everything about him, her panties now wet. "Yeah. Rachel Berry." She offered smiling at him. He told her his name was Brody Weston and that he was a junior studying musical theater. They talked about their moisturizing routines and she found him incredibly charming. She knew he was probably a player, but she couldn't help the fact that she wanted him.
Her mind was creating images of what being with him would be like and that train of thought was not helping her out at the moment. The bottle in her hand slipped and clattered into the sink and she saw him glance up and down at her through the corner of her eye. Snapping herself out of her daydream she picked the bottle up and started rubbing the lotion on her face, her eyes betraying her when they drifted over to him again. As her eyes took in his waist she could see the outline of his length beneath the fabric. It looked like it had hardened and that sent another wave of desire through her. Had she really caused that? He was a junior who had probably had his share of New York women and for some reason he was reacting to her.
She glanced away again and felt his strong hands around her waist before she even had the urge to look over again. His hot breath was on her neck and she felt herself shiver in delight. "Do you want me?" He whispered seductively and she couldn't help but nod in the affirmative. His hands drifted to the tie of her robe as his mouth dropped to her neck to plant kisses there. Rachel couldn't control the whimper that escaped her mouth as he slid her robe off and the heat of his hands soaked into her skin. He took a half step forward so that his body was pressed against her back and she could feel his straining length under the towel.
Feeling a wave of confidence knowing that he wanted her, she turned around and kissed him passionately as her hands fell to the edge of the towel. She was aching to have him inside of her and it needed to be soon. Brody lifted her up and set her on the edge of the sink as they continued to kiss and explore each other's mouths. His hands slid under the edge of her shirt and he pulled back wanting permission to take it off. She sent him a smile and reattached her lips to his for a moment as her shirt was pulled over her head, leaving her top bare. He glanced down and groaned causing her to giggle slightly. She loved knowing that he could affect someone she had just met like this; especially since it had taken so long for her to catch anyone's eye in Lima.
Rachel felt Brody lift her back up into his arms, their chests pressed together. Her nipples hardened and she whimpered at the contact as he carried her back to the showers and pressed her against the wall outside them as he reached in to turn the water on. She smirked knowing that he was going to give her what they both needed and her fingers slipped between them to undo his towel so that it would fall to the floor. He noticed and kissed her again, his hands moving along her butt just slightly so he could pull the rest of her clothes off as their hips ground together. "Mmmm." She moaned her body soaked with her arousal. She knew at this point she wouldn't even need any foreplay, it had been that long and she was so attracted to the man kissing her.
Once her clothes were lying on the ground next to his towel he carried her into the shower and she whimpered at the feeling of his naked body pressed into hers. "Need you." She mumbled as her mouth pressed open mouthed kisses to his neck and chest. He was hard and long and she knew he'd fill her completely and that was something she desperately needed. His fingers traced patterns on her thigh and she hissed his name, needing more than just a gentle touch as contact.
"What do you want?" He whispered in her ear seductively and her hips bucked towards him in reaction. She didn't know how to say what she wanted and she thought it was pretty obvious. "Do you want me to fuck you. If so you have to say it." He told her. Her voice let out a low whine and she grumbled hating that he wasn't inside of her yet.
"Please." She breathed, her arousal now dripping down her thighs she needed him that badly.
"You're soaked." He commented and she could feel him twitch between her legs. "You still have to tell me if you want me to fuck you." His voice was practically a growl and her fingers slipped around to his back and her nails dug into his skin.
"Fuck me." She whispered weakly trying to arch her hips against his for some friction.
"You can do better than that." He growled into her ear and she knew she wasn't going to get what she wanted unless she obeyed.
"Brody fuck me." She demanded looking directly into his eyes. She gasped when he thrust into her, no hesitation and no forgiveness. He did pause for a moment, so that they could both adjust to each other and she whimpered at the feeling of being stretched around him. "Move please." She begged, shifting her hips slightly as she needed the friction and pleasure that he could provide.
He nodded and pounded in and out of her relentlessly as she continued to clench around him each time he hit a particularly sensitive spot. He filled her completely and stretched her so much that it was almost painful. She had never been with someone who made her feel the way that he could. "Brody!" She nearly screamed as her body keened against his as she approached the edge of the ever looming cliff in from of her. She needed to cum and she needed to feel him join her as they rode out their pleasure.
She felt him lift one of her legs over his shoulder, changing the position so that he could slide even deeper inside of her. She cried out as the new angle caused her to explode around him in the best orgasm she had ever experienced. As her muscles continued to flutter around him she could feel him swell just a bit larger as his warm and sticky semen coated the inside of her pussy.
As their bodies relaxed, he let her leg fall from his shoulder and he slid out of her, just holding her up until she could get her feet under her. "That was…" She started before deciding to just lean up and kiss him. "I wouldn't mind doing that again." She mumbled not sure what to call this besides a hook up. He kissed her back and nodded, cocky smirk on his face. "You let me know anytime you have an itch that needs scratched." He whispered; voice even deeper post orgasm if that was possible.
He stepped out of the shower and she heard the bathroom door shut a few minutes later. Rachel just stood under the water for another few minutes, letting her achy muscles rest before she stepped out and walked over to her stuff, just wrapping herself in her robe. She saw that makeup bag was now sitting on the counter and she opened the little pocket mirror to see a phone number written in eye liner. Grinning to herself she grabbed her stuff and headed back to her room, thinking about the new friend with benefits she had gained in on a rainy night in New York City.