soon, baby, soon

Posted originally on the Archive of Our Own at http://archiveofourown.org/works/53219239.

Rating: Explicit
Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Fandom: Outer Banks (TV)
Relationships: Kiara "Kie" Carrera/JJ Maybank, Kiara "Kie" Carrera & JJ Maybank
Characters: JJ Maybank, Kiara "Kie" Carrera
Additional Tags: kinda break up fic, Smut, Sneaking Around, Secret Relationship, they
fuck against a wall!, he's on his knees!
Language: English
Stats: Published: 2024-01-22 Words: 3,127 Chapters: 1/1
 soon, baby, soon
by spitefulwriters

Summary

But it was the lips that got him.

The lips that were the same fucking colour as the stupid dress she was wearing.

The lips he wanted to fucking feel against him.

“When have you ever known me to stick to the plan?” He retorted, suddenly wishing he had
grabbed the extra drink from the bar when he felt how dry his mouth was.

Her lips twitched upwards. “Or be patient.”

A beat passed as they both stared at each other, feeling a million miles away from the gala in
the abandoned hallway. They let themselves bask in the moment, in their own little bubble of
frozen time before he couldn’t take it anymore.

“Fuck, I missed you.”

***

JJ and Kie happen to bump into each other at an event. By chance. Totally by chance.

Notes
See the end of the work for notes
“You’re kidding.”

Pope’s head turned to look his way, his brows furrowed together slightly at the biting tone in
his friend’s voice. He noticed something catching the blond’s attention, found his gaze
following to see what had caught his attention.

Not what.

Who.

The boy’s face softened and something quite like sympathy shone in his eyes. Not that JJ
noticed, not at all. His eyes were locked on the body across the room, watching the figure
move amongst the crowd, movements so fluid it almost felt like a dance. And fuck, he didn’t
want to look away.

“JJ,” he murmured under his breath, nudging the boy with his elbow until those blue eyes
snapped around to look at him. “Listen, man, I didn’t know she was going to be here—”

But JJ just shook his head.

“It’s fine,” he said like it was true, like he wasn’t gripping the glass with obscenely expensive
whiskey in his hand so tight it could shatter.

Pope didn’t look convinced. “I know the breakup was hard—”

“I said it was fine, Pope,” JJ bit out between gritted teeth.

Because it was fine. It was so fine. And even if it wasn’t fine, he wasn’t about to show that to
Pope. He needed to keep this up. He needed to keep up the facade in front of Pope and John
B and everyone else attending this stupid museum gala. He would smile, he would drink this
stupid whiskey and he would pretend like the collar of his suit wasn’t cutting off his
circulation.

He would do it because he had to.

“I’m gonna go get a refill,” he announced aimlessly as he tore his eyes away from his friend,
clearing his throat a little.

Pope frowned. “But you haven’t—”

He was cut off as JJ downed the rest of the whiskey in his glass, allowing the liquid to burn
down his throat before slamming the glass on the table.

“Like I said,” the blond flashed him a smile. “I need a refill.”

He didn’t give his friend much of a chance to say anything as he wandered away from their
table, pushing through the crowd with half-hearted apologies mumbled under his breath. He
glanced at the bar, contemplating getting another drink but thought against it. He needed to
be as close to sober he could get.

He needed to stay sharp.

JJ ignored the questioning looks and the lame attempts of random old, rich people reaching
out to talk to him. He knew what they wanted, he knew they just wanted to talk to him just so
they could say they did.

One of The Six.

That was all they cared about. For his whole life, people cared about his name. They cared
that he was Luke Maybank’s son, that he was another Maybank generation of
disappointment, that he was just a lowlife that would achieve nothing in his life like his
ancestors before him. His whole fucking life revolved around his name.

And after El Dorado, it seemed like nothing really changed. People didn’t care about him, not
a single bit. They just cared about what his name was attached to, like a shiny, new toy
hanging in front of them that they were desperate to dig their claws into. They cared about
what his name could do for them.

JJ didn’t know which one was worse.

JJ didn’t know if it made him a little twisted to miss the lack of expectations people had for
him, when he was young and stupid and didn’t realise what the pitying looks from his
teachers meant when they saw the blues and purples colouring his skin.

He just wanted to go back to when he was a fucking nobody to everyone.

Everyone but her.

“I thought we agreed to wait half an hour.”

JJ lifted his head from against the wall, blinking his eyes open as the whirling thoughts came
to a sudden halt and every cell in his body was screaming for something else. He blinked
once, then twice before he let out a shuddering breath.

Kiara Carrera was gorgeous.

It wasn’t an opinion or an observation. It was just a fact. A plain and simple fact. Humans
needed air to breathe, the Earth revolved around the sun, there were twenty-six letters in the
English alphabet and Kiara Carrera was so damn pretty that it made his heart hurt.

She was pretty when she was laying in bed, her curls a mess on her head and her eyes still
blinking away the sleep as she reached out for him. She was pretty when she was mad, her
nose scrunching and her glare biting him in a way that excited him. She was even pretty
when she was sad, those glossy eyes staring at him like he had the answer to everything.

But pretty didn’t even begin to cover how fucking breath-taking she looked in front of him
right now.
The dress was a deep red, silk and flowing and clinging onto the curves of her body in a way
that would make Aphordite jealous. The peak of her skin just made him spiral further,
making it a little harder to breathe when he knew exactly how soft and smooth it felt under
his fingertips. The way her curls cascaded down her shoulders, hints of lighter strands from
the days spent in the sun after hours of surfing the same waves they have been riding for
years.

But it was the lips that got him.

The lips that were the same fucking colour as the stupid dress she was wearing.

The lips he wanted to fucking feel against him.

“When have you ever known me to stick to the plan?” He retorted, suddenly wishing he had
grabbed the extra drink from the bar when he felt how dry his mouth was.

Her lips twitched upwards. “Or be patient.”

A beat passed as they both stared at each other, feeling a million miles away from the gala in
the abandoned hallway. They let themselves bask in the moment, in their own little bubble of
frozen time before he couldn’t take it anymore.

“Fuck, I missed you.”

Something in his chest eased the second he wrapped his arms around her, tugging her into his
chest as he buried his face into the crook of her neck. He took a deep breath, letting the smell
of her vanilla perfume overwhelm him until his lungs were full of it. He felt her sink into the
embrace, felt her body sag against his and it was the closest he had ever felt to coming home.

“I hate this,” she murmured as her hands fisted the material of his blazer between her fingers,
like she was scared someone was going to pull him away from her. “I really hate this.”

“Me too, baby, me too,” he murmured back, his lips brushing against the junction of her neck
that he knew would have her crumbling in his hands in seconds. “But we gotta do it. We can’t
risk them knowing, can’t risk them taking you away from me.”

And maybe that was the hardest part of it all.

JJ was used to acting first and thinking later. He never cared about the consequences when it
came to himself, he never really had a sense of self-preservation. It wasn’t that he never
valued his life, he just didn’t go out of his way to care about it as much as he should have.
But when nobody else really cared for you, was there ever a reason to care about yourself?

But this was different. This wasn’t just about him. He wasn’t the one who would get punished
if they found it.

When he had broken Kiara out of Kitty Hawk, it seemed like a no-brainer. There were no
thoughts about the consequences or the repercussions. He just knew he needed to get her out
of there, he just needed her.
The Carrera’s didn’t see it as much.

Even on their return from El Dorado, even when the rest of the world saw them as heroes and
explorers and the best thing to happen to the island—her parents saw it as rebellion.

And JJ was always in the middle of it.

But with the fear of her parents sending her away—somewhere far away where he couldn’t
ever reach her again—they had to play it smart. With the months ticking away until Kiara’s
eighteenth birthday, they had to just bite their tongues and keep her parents in the dark until
they couldn’t act on their threats anymore.

Kiara never cared about her inheritance or a trust fund or anything else they could blackmail
her with. Nothing mattered more to her than her freedom, and in a few months, that would be
all hers too.

It just really fucking sucked that it meant they had to play this part, had to play into this
stupid act. It sucked that they couldn’t even risk telling their friends or anyone else they
trusted. It sucked that he had to pretend every day that he had moved on—that he was
moving on.

It really fucking sucked that after years of pining and wanting and yearning, it would be the
last few months that really tipped JJ Maybank over the edge. It was like his own personal
form of torture to stay away, to keep away when he had gotten a taste of Kiara Carrera before
she was ripped away from him again.

“I know,” Kiara sighed, the words sounding heavier than they ever should from someone as
young as her.

“It would make it a lot easier if you warned me about lil’ numbers like these,” he commented
after a few seconds, something inside him desperate to see her smile again.

Kiara snorted and he felt himself grinning at the sound. She pulled back, glancing down at
her dress before looking at him with an innocent expression. “What ever could you mean?”
She teased, playful and sounding a little more like the Kiara he loved before treasure hunts
and meddling parents ruined them. “You can’t tell me this is getting you all hot and bothered,
Maybank?”

“You could wear a trash bag and I would be on my knees, Kiara,” he retorted, the words
earnest and sincere and her name just sounding like the end of a promise.

Her cheeks flushed but she didn’t look away. “Really know how to make a girl swoon, Jay.”

“Not a girl,” he shook his head, his hands gripping her waist like she would disappear. “Just
you, baby.”

“Jay,” she breathed out, finding herself rendered speechless at the hands of JJ Maybank once
again.
It had been far too long since he held her in his arms, since he was able to shamelessly say
every thought that came to his head instead of having to hide behind the facade of broken
exes. It had been far too long since he was able to tell her, since he was able to see her cheeks
flush all pretty and pink and know he was the reason behind it.

His eyes dropped to her painted lips. “We should probably head back to the gala before
somebody notices we are missing.”

She nodded dumbly. “Yeah, probably.”

“We can’t blow our cover, Kie,” he continued, his body moving on autopilot to follow her as
she took one step back and then another.

“Of course,” she answered, walking back step by step until her back hit the wall.

“We don’t have much time,” he whispered, something stronger than desire burning in the pit
of his stomach as her tongue darted out to lick her lips.

“We needed much time,” she retorted, and JJ couldn’t bring himself to care about the voice in
the back of his head screaming that it was a bad idea.

He could go back to moping in his yearning and bubbling feelings later, he could break the
facade for just a little while.

The sound of her moan was muffled the second his lips pressed against hers, his hands
engulfing her face like she was his lifeline. In so many ways, she honestly was.

It didn’t matter that somebody could wander down this random hallway and see them. It
didn’t matter that everyone they had been hiding their secret from were only a few walls
away. It didn’t matter that it was risky and stupid and an unnecessary danger to their plan.

It wasn’t a logical decision at all but, then again, he didn’t have much use for logic when it
came to Kiara.

“You’re gorgeous,” he breathed against her lips between kisses, his heart thundering in his
chest when she let out a delighted noise. His head dropped to her neck, his lips touching
every inch of skin he could to cover them with hopeful kisses. “You are fucking breath-
taking, Kiara.”

“Jay,” she said, the tone in her voice was some twisted mix of a warning and a plea that
thrilled him.

“I meant what I said,” he continued as his hands fisted the material of her silk dress between
his fingers as it bunched at her hips. “You could wear anything, baby, anything and it would
get me on my knees.”

Her lips parted in surprise as she watched him slowly descend down her body, nosing at her
dress until his knees hit the carpeted ground. She pressed herself against the wall like it
would help, like it would ground her enough when he lifted his head, his cheeks flushed and
his hair dropping in front of his eyes as he looked up at her like a goddamn greek tragedy.
“Please, baby,” he whispered, breathless and absolutely at her mercy as his hands wrapped
around her calves. “I need it, Kie. I need it so fucking bad.”

She didn’t even realise she had been nodding until he let out a groan, pulling one of her legs
over his shoulder as his lips pressed against the bare skin of her thighs.

His hands squeezed the fat of her thighs, basking in the feel of her soft skin under his touch
as he pressed one, two, three kisses along her inner thigh. He pushed the skirt of her dress up
until it pooled at her waist, until he was able to slot himself between his legs like he had
dreamed about pathetically for the last few weeks.

“Shit, baby,” he groaned as his fingers brushed against the waistband of her panties, if they
could even be called as much. They were black and lacy and barely made of any fabric, and
fuck, it made his head spin.

“Didn’t want it to ruin the dress,” she simply said, a teasing grin on her lips that he just
wanted to kiss off her face.

“You’re a fuckin’ tease,” he groaned, his forehead pressed against her hip but he couldn’t
help but smile as she laughed.

She pushed her fingers through his hair, pulling his head back so she could see the heated
look in his eyes. “They are a part of a set.”

His lips parted in surprise. “Kiara.”

“I’ll wear it for you sometime,” she added, blood roaring in her ears as she spoke.

He cocked a brow. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” she nodded, swallowing thickly. “Unless you get us caught.”

His eyes darkened and something mischievous washed over his expression as he grinned up
at her. “Better keep quiet then, baby.”

It was fucking sinful to have JJ Maybank on his knees for her. To have him dressed up in a
sleek suit that cost more than either of them cared to admit, to have him groaning and panting
and pawing at her like he was a starved man who craved her. To have his head buried
between her legs, one hand keeping her pushed open and the other pushing the fabric of her
panties to the side.

Her head fell back as she slapped her hand over her mouth, a noise whiny and pathetic
quickly muffled as she felt his tongue pressing slow, deliberate circles against her clit. Her
eyes fluttered shut as he pulled her closer, as she let him because it felt like every cell in her
body sacrificed itself to JJ Maybank the second he got his hands on her.

“Shit, Jay, please.” The words slurred together as she felt the coil in her stomach twist, as she
felt an overwhelming urge to squeeze her thighs around his head.
“I got you, baby,” he groaned, his nails digging into her skin like she would be ripped away
from him, like somebody would take away the taste of heaven away from his lips. His nose
brushed against her clit as he glanced up at her, as he watched her chest heave with soft pants.
“Atta girl, Kiara.”

His hands gripped her thighs as she shook under his touch, as her body shuddered with every
lick against her pussy. He groaned as she engulfed him completely with her taste and her
smell and her moans and everything herherher.

His eyes fluttered shut as her thighs pushed against his ear, as her hands gripped his hair, as
her heel dug into his back. His groans vibrated against her shuddering body as she came, as
she let herself mutter his name on a loop like a broken record. His whole body burned for this
to be forever, for the rest of the world to disappear and leave just the two of them to stay
exactly where they were for the rest of their lives.

“Fuck,” Kiara breathed out, her head hitting the wall behind her with a low thump before she
huffed out a laugh. “We are stupid.”

“Maybe,” he hummed as he pressed a kiss onto her shaky thighs, and then one more for good
measure because he couldn’t bring himself to pull away from her just yet. “But stupid things
have—”

“—good outcomes all the time,” she finished with a grin on her face.

“And this was the best goddamn outcome ever,” he murmured as his hands glided up and
down her thighs, like it physically pained him to pull his touch away from her. Maybe
because it did.

“Yeah,” she murmured, a soft expression on her face as she reached down, as her fingertips
brushed over his face. “We just gotta ride out this stupid plan for a few months.”

He turned his head, catching her wrist as he pressed a light kiss on the palm of her hand.
“Soon, baby. Some outcomes are so good that we just have to wait a little for them.”

“Soon,” she repeated like a mantra, like both of them had been doing every single day.

Soon. Soon. Soon.

Just not yet.

End Notes

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