After Midnight

AFTER MIDNIGHT CHAPTER FOUR (NC-17)

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A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies and BUSIEST
WOMAN ALIVE ™, wow…your voice carried aaaaallllll the way across the
Atlantic! ;) Readers/Reviewers: You
guessed it…more slash! Whooo!

 

 



The silence
was smothering as they stared at each other, each waiting for the other to
start. Jamie finally broke the silence,
shifting his gaze away from Scott with a barely murmured, “Well…”

Scott
mentally shoved aside Bobby’s suggestion just to let things lie between him and
Jamie and forced out, “I’m sorry I snooped around. It was wrong of me and I had no right to invade your privacy,
especially since you were kind enough to let me use your computer in the first
place. That doesn’t give me license to
go through private things like email.”

Jamie
chuffed softly, not quite a laugh but more a sound of disbelief. “You sound like an etiquette book.”

Scott tried
to laugh but could not. He was wracked
with feelings of self-imposed guilt and could only think of one thing: I
made Jamie do that. He’s depressed
because of me, because I can’t give him what he wants…This is my fault. “Jamie, I know about your crush on me.”

Jamie’s
eyes slid closed as his cheeks suffused with color. “Oh,” he said softly after a long moment. “Oh.”

“I’m
nothing to get upset over, you know,” Scott said, buig upg up a head of steam,
finding a confidence in his words he did not quite feel, “I’m just me. I don’t want you to be depressed
because…because you might think you like me a little…”

“Where did
you ever get that idea?” Jamie asked flatly, knowing his protest was
token. I’m going to kill Bobby and
St John… One of them told. I don’t know which but one of them…

“Jamie,
don’t do this. Just…Well, I guess I’m
flattered. I don’t know if I am or
not…”

“Okay, you
apologized. You can leave now.” He pointedly kept his face turned from
Scott’s steady gaze. When a minute had
passed and his friend still sat on the edge of the bed, Jamie sighed. “Scott, go.
I’m fine. It’s a silly crush and
I’ll get over it. I’ll go out with
Rahne on Friday and spend the next month convincing her she’s not in love with
me.”

“Maybe she
is,” Scott pointed out. “Maybe she’s in
her room right now, moping over you to one of the girls.”

The thought
had honestly never occurred to Jamie.
Rahne had her own compartment in his mind and she was alone in it. That made him feel guilty all of a sudden,
like he had been depriving her of a normal relationship with someone else. Great.
Now I’m moping about Rahne, too…
“Damn.”

Scott
chuckled a little then. “Now we have
something in common.”

“Not
quite. I’m not in love with you,” Jamie
said, chancing a glance at Scott. “I
just…well, it’s a crush.”

Scott still
did not look as if he were ready to leave.
Instead, he leaned towards Jamie conspiratorially and said, “I can
understand being gay, I can definitely understand being straight…but
bisexual? For some reason, I just can’t
understand it…”

“What’s to
understand?” Jamie shrugged, becoming very self-aware and not liking it a
bit. “I like girls, I like boys…”

“But who
will you marry?”

Jamie had
to smirk at the note of worry in Scott’s voice. “I don’t even really think about that right now. I’m not even really out as queer[1]
yet so how can I plan my future?”

“But…”
Scott shook his head and sighed. “I
really don’t get it. Can you be
faithful to one person if you’re bi?”

“Why
couldn’t I be?” Jamie asked, incredulous.
“Being bi doesn’t make you a slut or something…” He sighed inwardly. My activities of Friday notwithstanding.

“Have you
ever…well, I guess you have,” Scott said, clearing his throat in
embarrassment. “Sorry. I shouldn’t ask stuff like that.”

“Like
what?” Jamie asked, resigning himself to the questioning and turning to force
himself to face Scott.

“Like…personal
stuff. Like if you’ve ever kissed
another guy…”

“Yeah, I
have,” Jamie smirked. “Among other
things.”

“I can’t
see how having sex with another guy is pleasurable.”

“Ah, well…I
can’t answer that. I am, as far as that
goes, a virgin. Had sex with a girl,
but never a guy.” Jamie looked forlorn. “Not for lack of wanting, though.”

Scott
nodded cautiously. “I see…”

“What about
you?” Jamie asked, seeking to divert attention from himself and marveling at
the odd turn of conversation. “What
about your first kiss?”

“Jean. When we first came here. I was here for a few months before her,
actually…she came on my thirteenth birthday.
She said she didn’t have a present for me so she gave me a kiss. I think that sort of jumpstarted puberty for
me.” He laughed sheepishly.

“My first
kiss was from another guy,” Jamie said, raising a brow in challenge. “I was molested until I got sent to a group
home when I was twelve. The kissing was
all part of it to him.”

Scott was
silent for a long moment. “Jamie, you
sure know how to bring a party down.”

Jamie
stared at him, gape mouthed for a minute, then laughed. “I am kind of self pitying today,
aren’t I?”

Scott
reached out and laid a tentatively friendly hand on his friend’s shoulder. “Jamie, let’s wipe the slate clean,
okay? I’m sorry I snooped.”

“And I’m
sorry I made you uncomfortable by liking you so much,” he said, sounding bitter
and bland at the same time.

Scott
narrowed his eyes and said, “You’re doing it again.” He leaned forward and continued, “You’re my friend, Jamie, and
one of Jean’s very best friends. I’m
not going to ignore you because you’re bi or because you have a crush on me.”

Jamie
nodded. “Okay. I’m glad.” Don’t stare at his mouth, don’t stare at
his mouth, don’t…okay. I’m
staring. Does he notice? Ugh. He knows.

Scott felt
his face turn red as he noticed Jamie’s visual perusal of his mouth. “Jamie, I think I’d better go.”

“Probably,”
Jamie replied, swaying closer. It was
too tempting, too close…he had to.
Scott stayed oddly still as he leaned towards him, his breath hitching
the second before Jamie’s lips touched his.
I am going to die now. My
heart is going to explode and Scott will have to tell them I died a natural
death… He felt rather than saw or
heard Scott’s startled reaction, but still the other teenager did not
move. Jamie pressed harder, capturing
Scott’s bottom lip between his teeth and nibbling, making him gasp. Jamie took the chance and darted his tongue
into Scott’s mouth, the loss palpable when he was pushed away. Scott stared at him in consternation, his
lips parted and brow furrowed. Jamie
felt a wash of guilt and sighed. “I’m
sorry.”

“I…don’t
know what to say,” Scott
stuttered. “That was…unexpected.”

Maybe
for you. “Sorry.”

“Why?”
Scott shook his head. “Why’d you do
that?”

“I wanted
to.” Jamie raked his fingers through
his hair and stood, pacing. “Go now,
Scott. We can be friends again
tomorrow. Tonight I just need to be alone, okay?”

Scott
nodded haltingly and stood. He walked
slowly to the door and paused, his hand on the knob. “How did you first know
you were bi?”

Jamie
groaned. “Scott, I’m done talking for
the night. Ask me tomorrow.”

In a very
quiet voice, so soft Jamie could barely hear him, Scott said, “I liked the
kiss.”

The next
sound was Jamie hitting the floor, missing his desk chair entirely as he gaped
at Scott. “Don’t say that just because
I want to hear it,” he choked out, reddening at the sudden rush of blood
southward and the embarrassment of being so obvious.

“I mean
it. God, what does this mean?” Scott
groaned, sinking to the floor by the door.
“I liked you kissing me. I like
Jean kissing me…am I bi?”

“Have you
ever been attracted to guys before?”

“No.” He shook his head hard for emphasis.

“Then,”
Jamie sighed, “you’re probably just curious.
Or it was a good kiss, simple as that.
You would have liked it if I was a girl then.”

Scott
passed a shaky hand across his lips, forcing himself to meet Jamie’s eyes. “I want to do it again.”

“Scott, you’re
having some weird spaz or something.
You don’t want to do it again, you don’t want to be with me in any way,
shape or form, you just…oof!” He had
his eyes closed, not willing to look at Scott and see the shame he knew was
writ large on his face. The kiss came
as a surprise. He had not heard Scott
cross the room, was unaware of his presence until his lips crushed against
him. The kiss was rougher this time,
seeking and desperate. Jamie wanted to
whimper with need, Scott’s presence and his minor acquiescence more than he had
ever dreamed of. His mind was nearly
blank as the kiss deepened, Scott’s tongue probing this time, laving and
tentative, so innocent that Jamie finally did moan softly.

“Did I do
it wrong?” Scott asked, pulling back to sit on his heels. “I’m sorry…”

Whoa. Role reversal… “No, no…it was right.
More than right. Perfect,” Jamie
said shakily. “Okay, you sated your
curiosity, you can go now…”

Scott
frowned. “No. Not yet.” He did not know
how to describe what he was feeling…it was a mixture of curiosity, want, embarrassment,
and naked lust. Jamie looked stricken
after the kiss and that moved Scott to scoot closer, reaching out to rub his
friend’s knee. “Can I kiss you again?”

Jamie drew
in a sharp breath and glared at Scott. “I’m not some experiment. So you liked
kissing another guy. Good for you. I…I can’t stand it if you use me to test the
waters.”

“Jamie,”
Scott breathed, knowing if he did not act fast, he would never do it at
all. With a gently but firm tug, he
pulled the younger man to him and kissed him again. This time, Jamie did not
react other than to sigh against his lips, parting his own in acceptance of
Scott’s seeking tongue. The kiss seemed
to last forever, warm and soft and electric all at the same time.

Scott’s
groan into his mouth made Jamie whimper finally, lying slowly back onto the
floor and drawing Scott down with him. We’re
both at sea here, Jamie thought, and the idea made him somehow more
excited. I’ve thought about this so
many times, dreamed about it even, and here it is…he wants me, even if it’s
just for now. I think I can handle that…
Scott moved then, an unconscious effort to relieve the pressure in his groin,
his straining member clear evidence that yes, he was indeed enjoying himself
and wanted Jamie quite a bit then. “Scott,
I know how to do…other things…if you want to try…”

“Try?” he
yelped, going still. “Try what?”

“It’s up to
you,” Jamie breathed, unable to resist the temptation to nibble on Scott’s
lower lip. How did I know he’d like
that? Scott’s groan had been all
the encouragement Jamie needed.
Carefully, he moved them so that he was on top of Scott and between his
legs. “Too many clothes,” he muttered,
pulling Scott’s shirt free of his jeans.
Scott seemed dazed, nodding slightly as Jamie’s eyes begged permission
to unfasten his pants. Jamie could
hardly contain himself as Scott’s eyes drifted close, his hips arching as he
was freed from the constraints of his jeans and boxers. Jamie stared for almost a full minute at the
sight before him. He had seen naked men
before but seeing Scott, the object of his desires for so long, was enough to
take his breath away. He was not the
largest Jamie had ever seen, but because he was Scott, he was the best. Jamie poured all his dreams and experience
into pleasuring Scott then, shoving their clothes aside hastily as he kissed
his way from Scott’s throat, leaving tiny bite marks in his wake, down to the
thin trail of hair leading from his navel downward, the evidence of arousal
bobbing against his chin as he nibbled the tender flesh above it, teasing Scott
unnecessarily. Jamie feasted on Scott,
licking and tasting each and every part of him, making him groan his name and
tangle his fingers in his hair as the need for climax became ever
stronger. Jamie began kissing his way
back up Scott’s torso, pausing to catch his breath as Scott writhed beneath
him. Sitting up, Jamie yelped in pain,
banging his head on the underside of his desk.
“Shit!” Sure enough, a second
him sat there on the floor, looking slightly dazed.

Scott
blinked at them both. “Whoa.” A strange grin crept across his face then,
surprising Jamie. “Whoa,” he said in a noticeably different tone.

Jamie could
not quite believe it but Scott seemed more than enthusiastic about the prospect
before him. Jamie smiled and,
wordlessly, helped Scott sit up and avoid bashing his head, too. The other Jamie seemed to catch on, scooting
out the way and rising to his knees.
Scott looked newly nervous but moved to his hands and knees anyway. With the duplicate before him and Jamie
himself behind him, he felt shaky and excited.
Part of him demanded to know what the Hell he was doing and how was he
going to explain this to Jean, but the rest of him whispered, “secret…she doesn’t
have to know…” He listened to the
second part. The duplicate’s arousal
was a direct mimic of the original’s.
Scott hesitantly encapsulated the tip of the quivering member between
his lips and jumped as he felt a wet, warm tongue probing the crevice of his
backside. He decided rather quickly
that he liked it as Jamie’s tongue worked magic against the virgin surface
presented him. Scott took more of the
duplicate’s length into his mouth, slowly but surely taking it all, letting it
hit the back of his throat and gagging only slightly when it did so. He felt the tongue behind him replaced with
something else, a finger, he realized quickly, working slowly in and out of
him. He groaned around the length in
his mouth and gave himself over entirely.
He was filled in every way possible and as Jamie reached around him to
stroke his member, his fingers being replaced by something much larger, Scott noticed,
everything turned to sheer sensation.
Scott could not decide which he liked better, hearing the Jamie before
him groan as he drew on him on the one behind him whisper encouragement and beg
him to let go, beg him to come for him.


Jamie’s
mind was wonderfully muddled, all he knew in that moment was Scott beneath him
and around him, the feeling of his new lover convulsing around him. Slick from Jamie’s oral ministrations, Scott
was tight and hot around him, his member throbbing in the younger man’s hand as
the duplicate threw his head back and groaned in release. Scott started, not
sure what to do as the semen filled his mouth and he hastily swallowed
grimacing. Jamie sighed as his dupe
popped out of existence and left him alone with Scott, who pushed against him,
wordless and panting. He renewed his
efforts, stroking Scott’s length and pumping in and out of him at the same
time. It was not long before he felt
Scott stiffen and say something incomprehensible, his spill of seed sticky on
Jamie’s fingers and the floor as he collapsed forward, taking his lover with
him. Jamie was not long for controlryinrying out loudly and raggedly, filling Scott with his climax, moving within
him until he could no longer maintain any sense of rhythm.

After a
long time, maybe ten minutes or maybe an hour, neither was sure, Scott sat
up. “I…don’t know what to say.”

“Don’t say
anything. Let me have this as a good
memory and not one of you freaking out, okay?” Jamie asked quietly.

“I’m not
going to freak out. But I do need to
talk to Jean now.”

“Scott, you’re
not gay.”

“No, I’m
not. But I did cheat on her and that
means there’s obviously something wrong, isn’t there?”

“Maybe not,”
Jamie said. “Maybe…you’ve found
something missing and now it’s all right.”

“What do
you mean?” Scott looked at him,
confused.

“Jean will
now,” Jamie sighed. “She’ll know.”



[1] Not as
insulting as you think. Many people
(including some authors you might be reading right now) call themselves queer
even if they are bi because it’s a.) less specific, esp. given all the problems
bi’s have in some areas, even with the “homosexual community”), and b.) it’s ,
in some places, a sense of belonging and community. We’re all queer, we’re all
“fringe members of society.” I even
know some straight people called queer for one reason or another and they embrace
the title. * shrug *