Nerdcam Pt. 12

"So we're hoofin' it." Jack concluded.

"'Hoofin' it'?"

"Walking. Taking the stairs. It's only the second floor, so-"

"Is it worth it though?" Anna loosed a melodramatic sigh. "They can't even keep the elevator running. Makes me doubt their commitment to Sparkle Motion."

"Nice reference. I'm sure when they find out you're thinking of moving in, they'll get right on it." Jack replied as they started up the stairs.

"Smartass." she tapped him alongside the shoulder with the clipboards.

Apartment Number Two was, aside from a different floor plan, much like Apartment Number One. There was an island in the kitchen, and on the counter top was a fresh sheaf of forms for notes, as well as a Halloweeny touch. A black coffin, about a foot long, roughly fashioned from cardboard and painter's tape. Painted on the ill-fitting lid in white were the words 'Sub Hoc Signo Cavitates.'

"Latin? What's it say?" she inquired.

"Under this sign, cavities." Jack provided.

"Cute. If I open it, is something going to pop out at me?"

"I sure hope not." Jack chuckled.

Lifting away the lid, Anna revealed a layer of mini peanut butter cups.

"Trying to force me into another gym visit this week? And it's not even actually Halloween yet."

"I notice you didn't mind the high end dark chocolate." Jack pointed out.

"I'm still buzzing from the espresso, though. So I can lie to myself and pretend they cancelled out their own calories."

"Ah. Next time I'll put the junk food in a coffee mug."

"Smartass. The coffin's cute, though. Now... Gimme the dime tour, Lurch. We've still got another stop tonight, right?"

"Indeed." He added the sheets from the counter to a clipboard and handed it to her. "If you'll turn your attention this way..."

So they made the rounds of Apartment Number Two. There was some debate about the bathroom. Not that either of them felt the need for something big and luxurious, but it did seem a bit on the small side. Single sink. Small tub. Apartment Number One had an extra half bath, so it seemed like less of an issue there.

The tour proceeded apace; observations were made, considerations considered, notes noted. Jack snagged the cardboard coffin on their way out, handing the car keys back to Anna.

"Um, you know where we're going, remember?" she reminded him.

"So do you. I'll give you directions until you figure it out."

Anna shrugged.

"Mmmm-kay. If you say so."

In the parking garage she doffed her tophat and tossed it on the back seat as she climbed in. Jack deposited the clipboards and cardboard candy coffin back there as well.

"We're gonna take a left as we go out." Jack advised.

A light rain spotted up the wind shield as they pulled out onto the street.

"Hm. Okay, if you want me to drive after all-" he began.

"It's just rain. I think I'll manage." Anna assured him. "Just gimme the directions, Donnie."

"Yes, Death." he used the same patronizing tone usually reserved for 'yes, Dear.' "Huh. Donnie Darko and Death. Pretty fitting crossover. Oh, take a right up here at the light."

"Mm, the museum is out this way..." Anna said after driving for a few minutes.

"We're not going that far."

"I mean, if you were leaving town going North, but that's further. Um. I dunno. The only reason I go this way is for when we visit Nikki and- Oh. Really?"

Jack smiled, nodded.

"Hence cronyism. They helped me work something out with the building super." he confirmed.

"Work something out?"

"Don't worry. There weren't any safe words involved."

"'Atta boy." Anna smirked.

"Smartass." Jack smiled, then continued, "It's a little further from the store, but I figured we should at least look at it. Would it be weird for you living in the same building as Nikki and Crystal?"

"No. Not for me, anyway. I don't think they'd be, like, coming over every day like sitcom neighbors. They've got their own shit going on."

"Yeah," Jack nodded. "That's what I figured."

Guest parking was out alongside the building, so they had to brave the rain for a second on their way in. Anna wisely left her top hat in the car.

They took one of the elevators - which were working - to the third floor. Jack led the way to a particular door, and knocked - which made Anna wonder. She only had to wonder for a second, as Nicole answered the door almost immediately.

"They wanted to help out." Jack filled Anna in as they were welcomed into the apartment.

Anna was busy taking in the effect of their efforts. Faux spider webs made of stretched cotton batting shrouded the doorway. A lamp in the living room had been fitted with a green bulb to give a weird ambience. She and Jack had just made it into the living room and turned around when Anna realized Niki and Crystal were already leaving.

"Hey, Sexy. Have fun." Crystal smiled before stepping out.

"Wh-" Anna attempted to interject.

"Here. You should be good 'til Saturday." Nikki handed Jack the keys to the apartment. "We're going to a midnight showing of The Exorcist. Call us tomorrow and tell us all about the apartment shopping and... Stuff."

"Okay, but-" Anna waved uncertainly as Nikki slipped out, closing the door behind her.

Anna turned to regard Jack. Her eyes went distant for a beat.

"They are definitely gonna get dirty at that movie." Anna observed.

"You mean because the theater isn't cleaned between showings?" Jack managed to asked straight-faced.

"No, funny-man." She moved closer and lifted her right hand to cup his crotch. "That's not what I mean."

Standing with a clipboard in either hand, Jack put on his best goggle-eyed look of dismay.

"But... That's illegal."

This earned a laugh.

"Well, it's an adult type movie, so at least they shouldn't be corrupting any, uh-"

"Impressionable youths." Jack provided.

"Right. Now," she took one of the clipboards, "Can we turn on some other lights or get a flash light so I can see?"

"Oh, you can look around tomorrow." He took her free hand and towed her through the living room and kitchen.

"Tomorrow? Jack... I didn't bring clothes or a toothbrush or..."

"That's why it's called spontaneous, Sweetie."

She let herself be pulled along, faintly exasperated, but smiling. Realizing it was becoming a familiar sensation, she shook her head, exasperation fading.

"I like being spontaneous. I just like to know when I'm doing it."

"Well, yeah," Jack paused at a bedroom door, "That's fair. If you wanna go later, I'll drive and you can nap. But first, there's Starbucks in the fridge, the apartment tour to do, and," he gave a little cough, "Your gift."

"Whoa, what?" Her exasperation began to well up again. "I know we like spontaneous - and Halloween - but since when do we give gifts for almost-Halloween?"

"Um," Jack shrugged, "Since it's close to when we first met, and it's been a year..."

Anna blinked. Her face went slack.

"I didn't know we were... Why didn't you say something?"

"That would've ruined the surprise." He smiled.

Seeing a different kind of exasperation on her face, he added, "Relax. It's more of a gesture, really. I didn't spend a bunch of money on it or anything. As far as the anniversary thing, I just wanted an excuse for the gift."

"So... It wasn't specifically for a one year anniversary thing?"

"No, but I thought that was a nice idea..."

She sighed, gave him a jab with her clipboard.

"That's for making me feel bad. Although... Maybe we could make Halloween our official unofficial Anniversary. Like, for the purpose of celebrating it. 'Cause we already celebrate Christmas, and my birthday - when we exchanged rings. Be nice to have a separate day..."

"Sure. You know I'm not picky about that sort of thing."

"Yeah. You could be a little picky once in a while, y'know?" she poked him again, more gently.

"Let's make it Halloween, then. Family doesn't expect a visit for Halloween. We can hit a party, go out to eat, or just chill at home."

"Typical shut-in logic," she noted, "But, in this case, sounds good."

Jack leaned to kiss her forehead.

"So, where's my gift?" he whispered.

"Jackass." Anna laughed. "I'll think about that. Where's my gift?"

"After you." he gestured to the door.

Giving him the squint eye, she opened the door and ventured into the room. There was a green glow coming from something at around waist height in the middle of the room. Sliding a hand along the wall, Anna found a light switch. When her eyes recovered from the sudden light, there wasn't a lot to see.

What there was to see, brought on a moment's deja vu. A couple of large cardboard boxes stacked on atop the other. To one side, two heavy mink blankets lay in a rumpled mass.

"Always with the boxes." Anna murmured, going in for a closer look at whatever it was that sat atop the boxes.

It was, as she had suspected, Jack's laptop - and his mouse, which she realized was the source of the glow.

"Are we watching a movie?" she asked.

"Nope." Jack moved into the room with her, gestured to the blankets, "Have a seat."

She spread the blankets a bit and knelt. Jack settled behind her, long legs splayed to either side.

"This isn't gonna be a Rick Roll, is it?" Anna abruptly demanded.

"Ugh, I'm deeply wounded by the implication, Sweetcheeks," he joked, "Click the mouse to wake it up."

"Hmp."

She did as he suggested. The screen lit up. There was a single icon in the center of the plain black background. The icon was a Jack-o-lantern with the text 'click me.' She shrugged.

"Follow the white rabbit, huh?" she mused, double-clicking.

A window popped up. White text fed rapidly across black as the program went through it's simplistic loading protocol. Then an intro screen with larger text appeared accompanied by a clip of crunchy 8-bit sound.

"Hack the planet!" the midi crackled.

On the screen, Anna read:

'Hack the Planet Productions Presents...

ANNA'S DOOM'

A demonic 8-bit roar sounded, whereupon the words 'ANNA'S DOOM' turned blood red.

She looked up, amusement, awe, and disbelief competing on her face.

"How?"

"I know a guy." Jack supplied with supreme nonchalance, then added, "There's a fan of the webcomic who does mods for DOOM. I know it's not your favorite game, but this particular mod should be entertaining. I mean, I assume. I haven't even played it yet. Hopefully it's not too buggy."

Look back, she found the screen had changed. She recognized the simple start screen:

Start Game

Options

Quit

She hit the enter key and, out of curiosity, tried one of the old cheat codes when the level had loaded. It worked. Tapping down the line of number keys, she discovered a few substitutions to the old arsenal of weapons. A flamethrower, a quad-shotgun, a machete, and something she had to test before figuring out it was a killer orb like the ones in Phantasm.

She soon discovered that the various monsters and corrupted military types had been replaced as well. The imps were now xenomorphs, and spat acid instead of fireballs. Judging by their movement patterns, it was the pinkys that had been replaced with a number of slashers - Jason, Mike Meyers, Leatherface. Other stand-ins included Candyman, Pinhead from Hellraiser, and Pennywise from It.

"Did you tell this guy our whole life stories?" she asked, upon discovering that the health pickup icons had been changed to pizza boxes, and armor pickups were new shoes.

"Nah. Just some details to make things fun."

It was a few minutes of play before Anna realized that the level she was playing was one giant library - or book store.

"Wondered when you were gonna catch on to that." Jack observed when she mentioned it.

She had been up on her knees to be on a level with the computer. Pausing the game, she glanced back at Jack.

"Somebody just happened to offer to do all this for your, uh, wife... Like, out of the blue?"

"Well, not exactly."

She felt his hands on her hips and let herself be pulled back into his lap. He had taken off his hoodie at some point. She ran her hands along his arms where they loosely encircled her.

"So how-"

"I offered to pay, but he was a fan of the webcomic, and said he had been working on making a horror movie themed mod anyway. So we worked something out and I'm sending him signed copies of the print volumes we've published so far."

"Hm. That explains that part, but-"

"I uh, might've posted on the site - on the forum - asking for interesting ideas for a Halloween themed anniversary gift. With a little info..."

"Wait, so when you said the anniversary thing was just an excuse-"

Jack gave a little cough.

"I lied. Didn't want you to feel bad. It was my fault for not saying anything about the anniversary idea, but... he gave a half shrug. "Guess I didn't really think about receiving a gift. At the risk of sounding corny... I already have you."

"Dummy." she quietly replied. Pulling one of his hands from her body and lifting it to press it to her face, she kissed his palm, then added with a smile; "That is pretty corny."

They sat for a few seconds that way, Jack gently dragging the pad of his thumb over her lower lip. While Anna let her eyes close and hugged his other arm to her.

"Good thing I know a cure for cringe." Jack eventually murmured.

"Hm?"

Having worked his free hand under her leather jacket, he trailed it up her side, tickling. Anna flinched, twisted, wriggled against him, gasping complaints and invectives between bursts of laughter. Finally she managed to turn about in his arms and sprang up, throwing her arms around his head - burying his face in her breasts in the process - and toppled him onto his back on the blankets.

Jack's voice came, muddled beyond comprehension, from under her tits. Pushing herself up, hands on his shoulders, she gave him an expectant look.

"What was that?"

"I said 'this would be my second favorite way to go out."

Her eyebrow quirked up.

"Let me guess. If you come down with terminal-nerd-disease, you want me to sit on your face while they pull the plug?"

"Good to know all my subtle hints aren't going to waste." he joked, running both hands down her back to give her ass a rough squeeze.

"Mmm. And if I go first," she mused, "Well, Brad Pitt isn't getting any younger-"

She broke off with a little cry of surprise as Jack began another merciless tickle assault. Wrestling to restrain his hands, she lowered her grinning face to bump her forehead to his. He subsided as she pressed her lips to his. Soon, soft moans replaced their laughter.

When they came up for air, Anna sat up straddling him.

"Still got the heat working in here, huh?" she observed, shedding her jacket and tossing it to one side. "Hey, did you say Starbucks?"

Jack's hands stilled where they had been about to undo the button on her jeans.

"Oh, yeah. In the fridge. I thought the ice might melt and water them down, so I just got a few different types of the bottled stuff."

"Nice."

She brushed his hands away and rolled off to stand. He watched as she moved to the door and paused there. Turning to face him, wearing a sultry smile, she popped the button and slowly drew down the zipper on her jeans.

"Want anything while I'm up?" she asked in a most suggestive tone.

Jack just stared, smiling faintly, for a long moment before hopping up.

"Right behind you." he assured her.

In the kitchen, while Anna stood with the fridge door open, deciding between mocha, vanilla latte, and caramel macchiato, Jack curled his arms around her. He slid one hand under her top and up over her tummy.

"Trick or treat." he breathed into her ear.

Anna nudged him back enough to close the fridge door. She took her time enjoying a few swallows of mocha before recapping the bottle and turning around.

"Mm. That's a pretty weak excuse for a costume." she said at last, "I'm not sure you deserve any sweets."

"Okay, but..." his eyes trailed down to her open fly, "What if I was hoping for something salty?"

"Oh. Well, maybe..." she took a step to one side to set the bottle on the counter.

Stepping in close, Jack spoke very quietly.

"What if I asked really nicely?"

He planted a sucking kiss just behind the corner of her jaw.

"Please."

He began inching downward, kissing down her neck before nuzzling against her chest. Anna's breath caught, and she gave a husky purr as he teased her nipples with his teeth. Moving down again, he paused.

"Please."

Lifting her shirt, he pressed kisses to her tummy on either side of her navel.

"Mm, Jack..." she murmured, one hand going to the top of his head.

Down on one knee, he crushed his face into her crotch, then opened his mouth against the bulge forming through the material of her jeans. He let his teeth graze her. When she moaned in response, he tipped his head back to look up at her.

"Please?" He asked, his voice a breathy whisper.

Looking down and meeting his gaze, an extra surge of arousal flooded Anna. Neither of them was big into the dom/sub stuff, but they weren't immune to a thrill at seeing and hearing each other intentionally playing at vulnerability and literally asking for it.

"Take my pants off." she instructed, deciding to play things out a little longer.

Jack took his time doing as he was told.

He nuzzled against her again, with only her soft panties barely containing her. When he eventually looked up again, she nodded.

"Those too."

When he had slipped her underwear down, but before he could take advantage, she laced her fingers into his hair and gently but firmly restrained him.

"Don't move." her voice was heavy with lust.

He didn't have to wait to find out what she had in mind. The next moment Anna shifted forward, rising on her toes and pulling him closer. She shuddered, slowly rolling her hips out of sync, lost for a few seconds in unthinking impulse as she ground her cock and balls against Jack's face.

Far from any inclination to pull back, Jack reached around, one hand on her ass and one on the back of a thigh, pulling her to him and giving his head a little shake - a bit more gently than he might have were he nuzzling her tits. He unknowingly loosed a long, deep groan as, eyes closed, he lost track of everything but the feel, and warmth, and smell of her.

With both of them hot, hard, and breathing heavily, Anna eventually tapped Jack on the head, inching back when he loosened his hold on her. He tipped his head back again.

"I still haven't... Actually said yes." she noted between breaths.

Jack smiled, eyed her gorgeous, twitching cock where it hung within easy booping range, making him start to go cross eyed, then looked back up at her.

"Please... Anna." He tipped his head a bit more so that her hot, swollen tip rested on his chin. His expression said he was well aware how much this was turning her on - but rather than smugness or mischief, he radiated the same desirous passion she felt as he added, "Let me suck your cock."

If her expression and breathing hadn't been a dead giveaway, her cock twitched, bouncing against his chin.

"Please. Fill my mouth." He opened wide and slid his tongue out and down to touch her tip.

"Mmph, okay, fuck." She whined, already moving to slide her length over his tongue, pressing past his open lips.

"Oh, God, Jack." She groaned as he began sucking.

While Jack enjoyed his treat, Anna peeled off her tube top and shed her bra. Threading her fingers back through her raven hair, she arched her back and took a deep breath. And another. She made a point of inhaling slowly, stretching her lungs full, while trying not to focus on anything particular - including the pleasure. Partly to last longer, and partly because the pleasure always seemed to build so intensely that way.

Regardless, she knew she wouldn't hold out very long. On that note, it occurred to her to consider whether she wanted to cum like this, or wait until they were fucking. Or both? She could probably-