Title: Take My Hand (1/?)
Author: Shanyn
Rating: PG (for this part anyway, knowing me though, it will turn into a smut-fest at some point)
Disclaimers: Standard stuff- not making any claims about their true sexuality, none of this ever happened- I have no money, please don't sue...

Please Note: For the first couple of parts, Adam and Jay are 15 years old.


"Your hair is getting long," Adam observed from where he lay sprawled across my bed, lazily watching as I tried to fix my antiquated little television set. I turned back to him for a second and flashed a grin, running a quick hand through my shaggy blond locks- which, as he had so astutely observed, were indeed getting longer- before returning my attention to adjusting the rabbit ears on the set.


"Yeah, I thought I'd try growing it out like yours," I replied, biting my lip and frowning when a clear picture refused to appear on the screen despite my best efforts.


"Bet Mom just loves that," Adam said, still watching me as I headed for the back of the set to check the connections. I poked my head around the side of the television and grinned at Adam's statement. He grinned back and winked. My mom was always bugging Adam to let her trim his hair 'just a little bit, hon' as she liked to put it. She made no secret of the fact that she hated to see boys with long hair, and Adam knew that if she got a hold of a pair of scissors near his hair, he might as well kiss it all goodbye.


"There!" I crowed triumphantly, feeling a loose connection snap into place and hearing a clear sound emerge from the television instead of the static we had been listening to for the last ten minutes. I headed for the bed, but got less than five feet from the set before the picture went out and static filled the room again. I turned and took a few menacing steps toward the television. The picture cleared up instantly, but went out even quicker when I stepped back away. Adam snickered from his spot on the bed.


"Looks like you're gonna have to stay put. Don't worry, I'll give you a scene by scene description of how the movie looks."


I scowled at him and took a running jump at the bed, landing across his chest and nearly overturning the large bowl of popcorn he had propped up next to him. He grunted.


"Get off, you big cow!"


I grinned at him.


"Make me. If you can... punk," I challenged.


His eyes narrowed.


Oops, definitely the wrong thing to say to someone who had at least three inches on me and outweighed me by forty pounds. Adam flipped me on my back and pinned me down so quick that my head literally felt like it had spun. I groaned and tried to push him off, but he had me pinned too well. I made some wisecrack about him weighing the size of a small elephant.


Adam's eyebrows rose practically off his forehead as he grinned down at me. I slapped myself mentally- god, Jason, why can't you learn to keep your big trap shut?


"Oh you're so gonna pay for that Reso!" He said, giving me a wild grin before climbing on top of me to straddle my waist and send mock punches raining down on my head.


I shifted uncomfortably under Adam's weight. It wasn't that he was really particularly heavy, but lately the most casual touches from him were making me react in strange ways- I would break into a sweat, my stomach would start twisting and my heart would start pounding faster. It's not that I was stupid- I mean, I knew what those feelings meant, but they scared the hell out of me. Lately I had become aware that while all the guys at school were busy checking out the girls, I was spending my time watching the guys. One guy in particular, anyway. Not a good way to feel about your best friend. Especially your *straight* best friend.


I tried to grin and play along with Adam, but on one level all I could think about was the fact that his crotch was grinding roughly against mine. I could feel my stuff beginning to shift around down there... I tried unsuccessfully to push Adam off again, but he stayed firmly in place. I willed my voice to remain calm.


"Okay, Adam... you can get off now."


He leaned over and put a blatant chokehold on me instead. His weight shifted slightly as he leaned forward, and I could feel his balls rubbing my hip through the thin fabric of his shorts. Oh god, there was definite movement down there on my part now.


"Adam!" I gasped, a little panicked now. What if he saw? What if he felt it?


"You give up?" He asked, smirking down at me. My face was bright red.


"Yes," I mumbled quietly. "Now please get off me."


He gave me a funny look, not used to me giving in so easily, and sat back on his heels, still straddling my waist. I gasped then groaned, first in pleasure then in embarrassment as his ass rubbed against my erection.


"Whoa!" Adam yelped suddenly, jumping off me like he'd been scalded. His eyes widened, and the look on his face would have been priceless if I hadn't been so thoroughly embarrassed.


"Sorry, man." I muttered, feeling my face start to burn. I quickly pulled the blankets over my lap.


Adam blushed too, and shifted uneasily, looking everywhere but directly at me. He cleared his throat uncomfortably.


"Hey- don't worry man. It happens all the time. One time I got one in the middle of the school hallway, right when I was asking Heather Davis to the school dance last term... you shoulda seen the look on her face... heh."


I covered my face with my hands and pulled my knees up to my chest. "Oh god, oh my god," I groaned quietly as he babbled on, embarrassed. I kept mumbling under my breath, mortified at what had just happened.


After a few minutes, Adam reached over tentatively and rubbed my back in what he must have thought would be a soothing manner, unaware of what that simple touch was doing to my body. I jerked away, but he simply reached for me again.


"Jay, I think you're over-reacting a little... I mean, these things happen, you can't help it..."


"It's not just that," I muttered, immediately wishing I hadn't said anything.


"What, then?" He asked softly. When I didn't answer, he prodded me in the side with his elbow. "Jay?"


He poked me again when I remained silent.


"What is it, Jason?" he asked in a stern voice that I recognized as his 'I'm-going-to-be-a-stubborn-bastard-about-this-until-you-give-in-and-tell-me-what-I-want-to-hear' voice. Damn- I knew I wasn't going to get any peace until I answered.


"I think I might love you," I whispered finally, then closed my eyes and groaned again, wanting to kick myself. Why did I just tell him the truth? I could have just made something up...


"Oh!" Adam said in a tiny voice.


I looked up, expecting to see disgust or hatred on his face, but all I could see was startlement in his wide green eyes.


"Ummm..." His face started to grow as red as mine.


I groaned and covered my face again, then peaked at him between my fingers.


"I can't believe I just said that. I'm sorry."


"No, it's okay. It's just, ummm, unexpected."


His face was a deep crimson now, and I knew mine matched it perfectly. We stared at each other uncomfortably for a few tense seconds.


"Shit! I'm sorry, Adam. I should leave." I jumped off the bed and started to head for the door.


"Jason!" He grabbed my arm before I could get even a few steps away.


I turned back to him, surprised. How could he possibly stand to touch me now?


"Stay?" He asked.


I looked down at him in amazement, and he returned my gaze steadily, green eyes filled with concern and sincerity.


"Are you sure?" I asked. His lips twitched in a small smile.


"It's your room," he pointed out. I blushed even more, and he continued. "*I* could leave, if you want..."


"No!" I said, a little too quickly. "I mean- not unless you want to- "


He shook his head and gently pulled me back down next to him. My skin hummed with electricity at his touch. We sat in an uncomfortable silence for a minute, broken only by the sound of the static-filled television. He reached over and tugged playfully at my hair.


"You do realize chances are good that your mom's gonna come in and chop this all off when you're sleeping."


I grinned, grateful to him for changing the subject.


"Yeah, she hates it. She says that if she had wanted a daughter, her and dad would have just kept trying after Josh."


"You should get your ear pierced," Adam said, grinning. "That would really set her off."


I snickered, thinking that was truly an idea with merit. Baiting my overly conservative mother was a favorite pastime for us. We had spent many hours over the years huddled together plotting new ways to provoke her. Our latest scheme- and the reason why I was now trying to grow my hair out- was training to become professional wrestlers, an idea Mom found absolutely scandalous. I thought briefly of how she would react if she had heard what I told Adam just a few minutes ago, then my stomach twisted violently and I decided that I was better off not pursuing that avenue of thought.


As if sensing what I was thinking, Adam leaned back against the headboard and turned his head slightly to look at me.


"So, ummm, how long-"


"I'd really rather not talk about it, if you don't mind, Adam."


~~~End Part One~~~