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Jac’d your shit

It was... a dubious relationship, at best. She was, after all, 4 years older than him and him, a minor. On the upside, however, he was only a year off from being considered an adult. Despite the age gap, it wasn’t what most people disapproved of. See he wasn’t well liked among Junkertown. There were those that thought Jac deserved far better. And she did. Still, the relationship had somehow spanned a year and a half, and now they were roadtripping together across the outback.

In the heat of the day, Jamie clambered over her as she shoved her hands into the guts of the car. “Oi, oi!” She scolded him, pushing him off and giving him a look. Holding up his hands, he grinned wide and giggled.

“Aw, Jac, don’t get mad. I just wanted ta get in good with the cuddles, ye know?” Her look did not falter, and he gave in quickly. “Sorry, sorry.”

“Ye know ye coulda gotten me real hurt.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he responded, gently kicking at nothing on the ground with his boot. “I said sorry!”

With a roll of her eyes, she turned back to her work. “Didja mean it, is the real problem.” And she knew the answer. He didn’t respond. “You ain’t sorry for anythin’. Go find me some scrap, will ya? And tuck away that stiffy. You’re tentin’ somethin’ awful.”

He should’ve been flustered, but he wasn’t. There was a degree of shamelessness even at 17. Still, he reached into his pants, ignoring the “in the fuckin’ car, ya numpty!”, and adjusted himself before leaving her presence to do as she bid.

When he returned, he returned with a great bounty and a device to carry them that he hadn’t left with. She should have been surprised and in awe, but she wasn’t. Despite his failings, Jamie was fucking brilliant, and worked incredibly well with his (already jittery and twitchy as hell) hands. Sometimes she thought a lot about that hand of his.

‘Not now,’ she thought to herself. Having had time to cool off, and with Jamie having returned without potentially mangling her arm, her affections had returned. She leaned up and gave him a kiss on the lips, which earned a lovestruck giggle, forcing a smile onto her face despite herself. “I got ya plenty o’ good scrap, eh?” he purred, climbing onto the pile and beginning to dig through. “Oh oh! I found this radio! We can replace the one in the car, can’t we? That one’s shite.”

“Sure we can.” She took it from him and began disconnecting the old one from the car. Maybe he could help. It would keep him busy, that was for sure. She gestured for him to come over, and he followed her silent command.

She walked him through how to take out the old one and put in the new one, letting him do everything himself while she simply gestured to the places things needed to go. Once it was in, he seemed quite proud of himself. Jac climbed into the driver’s seat and turned the key, the engine revving to life and settling into a dull roar. When the radio sprang to life as well, Jamie got far too excited. He grabbed her face and kissed her. Not just kissed her, but kissed her, roughly, deeply.

And Jac found herself enjoying it.

She returned the gesture and things got... out of hand. Clothes were left hanging, the windows in the car fogged up, and when all was said and done, Jac had realized... a lot.

He was too much. It was his first time, sure, but he was wild. He couldn’t stick to anything for more than 10 seconds, and it was... unsatisfying. Painful. Uncomfortable. Awkward. It was a lot of words.

To him, it was good, if a little boring. He’d enjoyed himself thoroughly. He’d thought she had too, even if he knew she didn’t hit a peak like he had. She’d made it clear she wanted to stop and so stop he did.

But he was sapped. Between his violent burst of energy, scraphunting, his excitement, the exertion in ways he wasn’t used to, he was spent. “Hey, Jacques the Block, I’m gonna head ta sleep, yeah?”

“... Yeah, mate. You get some rest.”

The next morning, he awoke to... nothing. The scrap, his home made trolley of sorts, the car, Jac... They were all gone.