Once a Nerd Ch. 12 - Sex Stories

Once a Nerd Ch. 12

a/n: This one's a whopper. 13k, 49 pages. Flew by when I was writing it though! A lot of plot progress, big smut at the end. There's one comment I sort of wanted to address in the previous chapter: they mentioned that they're bothered by certain aspects of Dean's character and how he always seems to get his way by disregarding Sam's feelings.

I just wanted to let that person know, as well as anyone who comments on this, Ilovecomments like that one (as long as they're polite, which that person definitely was)! The way you phrased it makes me feel so proud, because I know my characters feel some kind of real to you. No character is supposed to be perfect or free of judgment, otherwise they'd be boring. I love that my story is compelling enough for things like that to come to mind.

Anywho, chapter updates will be in my Bio!

Thanksgiving, a time for gratitude and family.

The only 'family' from Illinois I've kept up with are my old man and Jacob, both of whom I talk to at least once a week. My dad's never been a talkative, affectionate man. For the most part, his parenting hits a wall at the physical: food, shelter, clothing. While he's never been cruel or quick to temper, neither did he have the time or energy to facilitate a bond. That's all to say, we're out of things to talk about within three minutes of a call. With Jacob and I, being on the phone is no different than sitting in a room together. We shoot the shit, exchange updates about anything relevant, or ...

... sit in companionable silence while the other's occupied.

The onset of this holiday has brought a pressing issue to the forefront of my mind, and John's proven to be an invaluable sounding board. He's smarter than my initial appraisal gave credit for. He's got a smartass mouth, too.

The issue?

Jane Powell. Sam's mom.

Obviously, I need her approval. Laid out on my bed, I frown at the ceiling while snapping my lanyard around my fingers. It's got my facility key at the end, and the constant jangling prompted John to double-bud. He won't hear it if I call his name. Instead, I hurl a miniature, foam football at his head.

It bounces off his skull, tumbling to the floor. He doesn't react beyond a slow, irritated blink and fingertips pausing mid keystroke. Reaching up, he pops an earbud from the ear facing me. "Yes?"

"So—"

Before I can dump all my thoughts at his feet, he sighs loudly. Then, he pauses whatever's playing on his Spotify. "Okay, what?"

"So, what should I do about Sam's mom?"

I asked Jacob the same question. There was a beat of silence through the receiver, then a burst of shiteating laughter:"Holy shit, dude, you're sofucked."

"Whatabout his mom?" John shoots back.

"Like, getting her on board."

John snorts, but quickly attempts to hide it in a cough. He's become...decidedly unsympathetic towards me since I put him in that awkward spot with Sam. Apparently, Sam is much too good for me. "Well, what's the usual methodology? Threats of ...