After Midnight

AFTER MIDNIGHT CHAPTER FIVE (NC-17)

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A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies and BUSIEST
WOMAN ALIVE ™… *sniffle * Last
chapter. L Readers/Reviewers: Yeah, um…well, this one doesn’t
have a whole heck of a lot of plot to it…
;)

 

 

 

“You told
her,” Jamie said flatly. His room was
so dark he could barely make out Scott’s shape by the door, moonlight glinting
off his glasses the only real clue to where the older mutant was standing.

“Yeah…” Scott sighed and swayed as if to go to Jamie
but found himself rooted to the spot.
“It didn’t go as well as I’d hoped.”
“I didn’t think it would,”
Jamie said, sinking back against his pillows.
Now I’ve lost one of my best friends all because I couldn’t keep it
put away. Fanfuckingtastic. He was
miserable then. He did not want to see
Scott, did not want him in his room.
Honestly, Jamie admitted to himself, he almost regretted what they had
done. Almost. Not quite.

“She’ll
comoundound,” Scott said almost hopefully.
“She’s smart…”

“Scott,
what are you talking about? If you’re
talking about her forgiving you for cheating on her, maybe. This may be a little too Crying Game
for her but if she loves you, I’m sure she’ll forgive you.” He did not
add, however, She may break up with you anyway. He continued, pulling his comforter up to
his chin in an effort to feel secure, “If you’re talking about having a
relationship with me…that’s not what you want.
You enjoyed what we did. You don’t…you
don’t care for me like that.” Scott
fell silent. Jamie could hear him
breathing softly near the door and he felt a tug of affection and worry for
him. “I just want you to know that it
did mean something to me. It meant a
lot to me. It wasn’t some one off
thing…”

“I
know.” Scott finally did move, crossing
in the dark to sit on the foot of Jamie’s bed.
“I don’t know what it meant to me, other than I never thought I’d enjoy
that. More than enjoy it…”

He sounded embarrassed and Jamie
felt guilty then, a brightly burning flare of self-loathing. “Go to bed, Scott. We’re both tired, you’ve got a lot to deal with and I just…I want
to go to sleep.”

“Can I…can I kiss you again?”

Haven’t I done enough damage for
one night? “I guess so,” he murmured,
his voice not quite his own. He sat up
carefully, trying not to bump into Scott in the dark. He could feel the subtle shift of air before him, the sudden
warmth that indicated Scott’s proximity.
The kiss was halting and furtive, Scott’s tongue darting out to meet
Jamie’s as each sought entry to the other’s mouth. Jamie kept his hands on his knees, reluctant to deepen the kiss
any more than it already was, but Scott had no such qualms. He cradled the back
of Jamie’s head with on hand and laid the other against his friend’s chest in a
sort of embrace that made Jamie feel awkward.
Isn’t this what I wanted? I’m
just feeling guilty because he told Jean.
If he hadn’t said anything, I’d be going at it again with him right now…

“What is it?” Scott asked, pulling
away as Jamie stopped responding.

“Scott, I didn’t want to break you
and Jean up. I didn’t want to hurt
you…” Don’t cry. You’re eighteen, not twelve. Be a man, damn it. But why can’t men cry?
Oh, balls! He let a few
tears slide from his eyes as he continued somewhat thick-voiced, “I’ve wanted
you for such a long time that I overstepped my bounds earlier. I had no right…”

“I was here, too, you know! I could have said no, could have stopped at
any time. But I didn’t. I just didn’t know before tonight that I
wanted this…” He leaned forward to kiss Jamie again but both jumped apart as
the door banged open, hitting the wall behind it with a bouncing thud.

“At it again?” Jean snapped,
shutting the door with more force than necessary as she entered the room. “I wanted to talk to Jamie but I could feel
you all the way in my room,” she said to Scott, not bothering to turn on the
light.

“I’m sorry,” Jamie mumbled
miserably.

“So am I,” Jean sighed, running out
of steam after her initial outburst. “I
wanted to figure out why Scott did…did what he says he did. I wanted to ask you about it, ask why you
did it, too, knowing about him and me.
Then I come down here and I can feel everything….and…” She sniffled
softly. “I don’t know. I don’t know what we’re going to do now.”

Scott stood slowly and took a few
steps towards Jean. Jamie’s eyes had
adjusted enough to the dark to make out her gesture of refusal and Scott’s
downtrodden posture. “Jean,” her
almost-fiance said quietly, “I love you.
What happened with Jamie happened because I wanted to do that with
him. I had no idea before tonight but
it seemed…right somehow.”

“If Jamie was a girl, would it have
still seemed right?” she said hotly.
Jamie sank back onto the bed, hiding his face in a childish
gesture. He was used to be talked about
as if he weren’t there but it still hurt a little. He cringed as Scott hurriedly began to explain things to her,
spilling all of Jamie’s secrets that he had worked so hard to keep for so
long. When he got to the part about
reading the email, Jean sighed loudly.
“Scott, stop.” Her footsteps
were soft and barely audible as she went to Jamie’s bedside. “Look at me,” she demanded without
malice.

“I’m sorry,” he said again.

“Listen, I’m mad as Hell at both of
you but I have a tiny advantage over most pissed girlfriends. I can tell when he’s lying and even discern
emotions to a point. Scott is feeling
very tender towards you and I don’t blame him.
You mean the world to me, Jamie, and I admit to feeling betrayed and
wanting to hand you your gonads on a paper plate earlier. Part of me still does. But I have to also admit it’s because I felt
inadequate.” She sat next to Jamie on
the bed, turning her back to Scott. “I
also felt jealous.”

“He doesn’t love me,” Jamie
whispered.

“That’s not why. I was jealous because Scott got to do
something I’ve wanted to do for a year or so now.” She leaned slowly forward and pressed aste ste kiss to the corner
of Jamie’s lips. Scott’s sharply
indrawn breath could be heard clearly in the otherwise quiet room. She stayed close to Jamie as she said loud
enough for Scott to hear, “The first thing I thought when he told me wasn’t
that he was a bastard. That came a few
minutes later. The first thing I
thought was, ‘No fair’.”

“Jean, you’re upset. You don’t know what you’re saying.” Jamie tried to scoot away from her but found
himself held in place.

“No, I know exactly what I’m
saying.” It was Scott’s turn to be
ignored as he watched the conversation play out. “I love Scott. There’s no
doubt about it that we’ll spend the rest of our lives together, that he’s my
soul mate, but Jamie…I’ve half way lusted for you since you started senior
year.”

“Oh,” he squeaked, his eyes unblinking
as Jean sat back with a slight smile on her face. “Oh.”

“Now,” she said to both of them, “I
think I have a solution. I can’t say if
it’s temporary or long term, but I think I have a way for us all to be
happy…” She stood and pulled her nightshirt
over her head, letting it fall to the floor.
Clad only in a pair of very brief panties, she said, “Scott, you don’t
have a say in this anymore. You lost that right when you had sex with Jamie
earlier. Jamie, you’re the only one who
can stop this now. If you tell me to
go, I’ll go. I’ll let you and Scott
finish whatever it was you were doing when I came in and tomorrow we’ll all sit
and talk this out like semi-reasonable
adults. But if you want me to stay…”
she trailed off meaningfully.

Scott made a gurgling noise in his
throat and sounded as if he were trying to form words and failing. Jamie looked from one to the other with wide
eyes. “Scott?” he asked, worlds of meaning in the one syllable.

“No,” Jean said firmly. “You make the decision.”

Jamie found he could move again but
did not want to. Jean’s very
attractive and I’ll admit to entertaining the occasional fantasy…and she’s a
close friend. This sort of thing
happens sometimes with close friends.
Or so I’ve heard. And
Scott…Scott wouldn’t mind, would he? He
loves Jean and says he likes what we did earlier… “Okay,” he said. “For Scott.”

Jean tilted
her head at him like a curious dog but seemed to understand because she
smiled. She extended one hand to Scott,
who crossed to her and pulled her into an embrace, murmuring something against
her ear that Jamie could not make out for the blood pounding in his head. He felt the bed dip under their combined
weight as they both sat next to his prone form. “I want to watch,” Jean said suddenly, “before I…before.”

Scott,
sounding a little startled, said, “I don’t know…”
Jamie had an idea, warming to
the situation. “Give me a second, he
said, sliding off the opposite side of the bed. He had gained some control over his powers through the years and
for that he was thankful as he snapped his fingers hard, a multiple popping
into existence. “Handy sometimes,” he
said sheepishly.

Jean raised
her eyebrows but did not have time to formulate a response as both Jamies got
onto the bed, one, she was not sure which, leaning to kiss Scott and the other
moving to her side, crawling around the two males to slide his arms around her
bare middle and pull her into a neck-nuzzling embrace. “Does this qualify as an abuse of powers?”
she murmured, her mind, despite her earlier bravado, whirling to make sense of
what was going on.

Scott
laughed, his embarrassment quickly fading as Jamie pulled on his shirt, trying
to take it off for a second time that night.
He was not ,as he had worried he would be, jealous seeing Jamie touching
Jean. In fact, if he were to be honest
with himself, he liked it a lot. The
Jamie before him had succeeded in making him lose his shirt, distracting Scott sufficiently
from the activities playing out beside him.
Jean’s soft murmurs and gasps became a counterpoint to his own as Jamie
nipped his collar bone hard, sending a frisson of pleasurable pain through his
nerves. Scott closed his eyes and gave
himself over to the feelings Jamie was producing in him, less hurried this
second time. Jean’s hand shot out,
grabbing his wrist and surprising him as Jamie reached a particularly sensitive
part of his neck. Scott looked over to
see what had made her jump and was oddly fascinated by the sight of the other
Jamie with his head buried between Jean’s thighs, making her arch and writhe
with his attentions. Scott did not have
long to ponder it as he found himself being pulled down onto the bed, atop
Jamie who never once stopped kissing him.
I could really get used to his, he thought to himself as the
younger teenager’s hands slid beneath the waist of his pants and began kneading
the flesh of his backside. Scott could
not help himself; he pressed against Jamie, feeling the his friend’s length
between them, free of his pajama bottoms and pressing against his stomach as he
rubbed. “Too many clothes” he murmured
above Jean’s soft moans. Jamie laughed
and began pushing Scott’s pants down past his hips. Scott took over and had all of his clothes off in record time,
reveling in the newly learned feel of Jamie’s body against his.

Jamie said
somewhat shakily, “My turn this time.”

Jean fell
silent and had a muttered conversation with the Jamie on her side of the bed
that Scott could not make out as the one beneath him pushed him away gently,
turning beneath him and sighing. “Oh,”
Scot finally said. “Sure…” How do I do this? As he ran his hand down Jamie’s back,
stalling for time, he felt Jean’s familiar touch on his arm. She was kneeling next to him, her expression
unreadable. “I love you,” he said
quietly.

“You’d
better,” she smiled, capturing his earlobe between her teeth. He gasped sharply, both at the feeling of
her mouth on him and at the new set of hands on his body. The other Jamie had moved behind him,
putting his hands on either side of his waist and pressing his arousal against
the small of his back. “Just relax,”
she murmured, kissing him again, this time on the lips, nipping his bottom lip
sharply before laving it with the very tip of her tongue. Scott sighed and felt like melting as the
Jamie beneath him wiggled slightly, reminding him of his presence, and the one
behind him pressed again, his fingers sliding downward to prepare the way. Everything became a pleasant blur for them
all as they became a tangle of limbs and voices, Jean’s hands and mental
influence seemingly everywhere at once.


Jamie, the original Jamie, was
fairly certain he had died during the night and gone to some perverse version
of Heaven. His heart was pounding hard
in his ears as Scott carefully and gently eased into him, pressing him against
the mattress as he learned how to enter him.
He could tell when his duplicate did the same to Scott from the sudden
gasp and increase in pressure, nearly painfully so, against him. He almost cried out but Scott eased up, his
weight replaced by Jean’s mouth on the back of his neck. He could not tell who was doing what to her,
only that she was loving it, judging by her hitched breath and sudden, sharp
cry to God. He lost any sort of
coherent thought as Scott began moving against him with growing accuracy,
giving rise to sensations that Jamie had only hoped were real before. He could feel his release building, begging
to happen and he gave over, not bothering to try and control it as he pushed
back against Scott, his climax hard and fast and bone-jarring. Scott groaned, sounding bereft, and Jamie
knew his duplicate had disappeared. He
was too deliciously lethargic to remedy the situation, however, and was grateful
that Jean seemed to take over that aspect.
Scott groaned both their names and shuddered hard, filling Jamie with
his release and making the younger mutant feel new stirrings of longing. Too tired…maybe in a few minutes, he
reasoned with himself. He drifted off
to a vague sort of sleep as Scott pulled from him reluctantly. He tried to protest but found his tongue
felt too thick to form words. When he
became more coherent, he found Scott curled around him from behind and Jean pressed against his
chest, sleeping fitfully. This,
he thought, ended better than I thought…

Scot murmured in his ear,
surprising him, “We still need to talk tomorrow.”

“It’s after midnight. It’s already tomorrow,” he responded.

Scott chuckled and slid his hand
between Jamie and Jean, pressing himself against Jamie anew. “I think things will work out just fine with
us.”

“You think?”

“Sure…” He yawned and popped his jaw, wincing as he did so. “Why shouldn’t they?”

“Three of us?” Jamie sounded incredulous. “How?”

“Worry about it tomorrow.”

“It’s already…”

“Then worry about it the tomorrow
after that. Just go to sleep now,”
Scott muttered, already drifting off.