Fractals

Fractals Chapter Eight (NC-17)
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Jamie bent to spit his mouthful of toothpaste into the sink and nearly screamed when he straightened and saw Rahne standing behind him. “Hi,” he squeaked, then cleared his throat and tried again. “Hi.”
She smiled thinly, a shadow of her usual expression, and leaned against the door. “Couldn’t sleep so I wanted to see if you were still up… Guess you are.”
“Uh, yeah. Don’t really sleep-brush,” he said, smiling a little himself. “Just a sec…” Hurriedly, he rinsed his mouth and contemplated flossing before deciding that would be overkill at this point. “So… want to talk?”
“Sure… can we do it out there though? This is just weird.” She opened the door and gestured him through.
Jamie shrugged and turned off the light, padding to his double bed. He was not ashamed to admit he still slept with a nightlight, no ma wha what Lance and Todd said. If they had the nightmares he did, they would sleep with a light on, too. Wordlessly, he climbed onto the bed and set cross-legged, aware of how thin her pajamas were and how his seemed to be suddenly too rough and uncomfortable. “You cold?” he asked into the slowly stretching silence. “I don’t think the heater’s on yet…” Even as hoke,oke, there was the dull thump and whoosh of the heater starting so far below them.
Rahne bounced onto the bed next to him, wrapping her arms around his waist and sighing as she pressed her ear against his chest. “It’s been a long day.”
“Yeah,” he sighed, reaching up tentatively to wrap his finger in one of her curls. “And a weird one… do you really think we’re found out?”
She murmured a noise of protest. “I don’t want to think about that right now. Just hold me a while.” She pushed against him gently, forcing him back against his pillows. She snuggled closer, her ear still against his chest as she sighed. Jamie waited until she was settled and put his other hand on her hip, squeezing gently in an odd sort of embrace. “I think,” she said after some time, “I’m more scared than I want to be over this whole thing.”
He was not sure if she meant the meeting with the Church representatives or the possibly being outed thing, so he responded with a generic humming noise. His voice failed him entirely a moment later, though, as her hand covered the soft lump just below the elastic waist band of his pajama bottoms, the soft lump which was quickly becoming quite a bit harder. “Um, Rahne?”
“Hush,” she murmured, stroking him deftly though his pajama bottoms. “Just let me, okay?”
Jamie nodded slowly, not quite sure why this whole thing was niggling at the back of his mind when usually it would flood him with embarrassment, uncertainty, fear and overwhelming lust. He bit his tongue as she pulled his pants down, lifting his hips to make it easier for her. This was still new to him and two things warred within his thoughts, one that he should tell her to stop, that he wanted to wait until a better time and they could take it slow. On the other hand, his brain highly urged his other side to shut the Hell up. He gasped, a strangled, startled noise, as Rahne’s fingers wrapped around his length and her mouth closed over the head of his arousal, her tongue flicking out to tease the sensitive flesh. “Rahne,” he finally said, albeit in a voice much different than his usual one, “you don’t have to…” She responded by taking another few inches into her waiting mouth, stroking him as she di. J. Jamie closed his eyes and sighed, giving in to the baser of his desires. Rahne was drawing on him, her tongue and hands moving on his flesh, her breath coming in shorter bursts and her voice murmuring her own response low in her throat as he slipped closer and closer to the edge of his control. He had to work not to make too much noise as she began moving in earnest, her mouth moving up and down his arousal, her tongue tracing the vein along the length of his turgid flesh before swirling across the sensitive head. Her hand worked in counterpoint to his mouth and soon he knew it was useless trying to hold back. He inhaled sharply and arched his hips as the first wave of his climax washed over him. Rahne made a small noise of surprise but did not pull away as spurt after spurt of salty release filled her mouth. Jamie felt his face flush, partially in embarrassment, as she swallowed. He always felt the need to apologize for this part, whether it happened when she used her mouth or her hands or her body. “Sorry,” he gasped, his body shuddering slightly as he began to soften in her grasp.
“Don’t be,” she murmured, moving to lay next to him again, her head on his chest and arm around his waist. Jamie fidgeted and pulled his pajama bottoms up, staring at the ceiling for a moment to regain his composure before replacing his hand on her hip and his fingers in her hair, as they had laid before. “I love you, Jamie,” she said quietly, suddenly. “And if I snap at you or act a total ass in the next few days… know that it’s not because of anything you’ve said or done.”
“Okay,” he replied after a brief hesitation. “Rahne, you know that I…” the rest of his reply was cut off when she kissed him, pressing her lips to his in a hard, nearly desperate embrace. When she pulled away a moment later, he tried to continue. “I want to help so if you…” Her next kiss was ns has hard but there was a sad quality to it, something that made him keep his mouth shut when she pulled away this second time.
“Good night, Jamie,” she said quietly, slipping from his bed. “See you in the morning.”
He nodded, staring at the door long after she left, wondering why she did not want to hear his assurances.

a/n next chapter---plot!