Title: Take My Hand (2/?)
Author: Shanyn
Rating: PG-13? Not really sure, but there be potty-mouths and heavy petting ahead. So you do the math.
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.

Notes: Takes place roughly about an hour after part one.


~~~Take My Hand (2/?)~~~

I could feel Adam staring at me as he shifted uncomfortably next to me on the bed. He cleared his throat again, but I refused to take the bait and kept my head buried in my comic book, pretending to be deeply engrossed in it. We hadn't spoken in almost half an hour and I didn't want to ruin a good thing.

"Jay?" He called my name softly and I hunched over the comic more, hoping he would take the hint.

I could practically feel him rolling his eyes as he prodded me in the ribs with a bony elbow.

"Jason!"

I ignored him again. He swore softly and muttered something under his breath about me not having turned a page in over ten minutes. I looked down at the comic book in my lap in surprise, but I couldn't tell if he was exaggerating or not. My nerves were still shot to hell from what had happened earlier; I hadn't been able to think of anything except Adam fidgeting next to me, let alone do something as complex as read. I realized with some embarrassment that I knew exactly how many times he had cleared his throat in an attempt to speak with me, but I couldn't remember a single thing that I'd seen in the comic book thus far. Had I really been staring at the same page for the last ten minutes?

I turned the page just in case.

"Jay, my mom is going to be out of town for three more days."

"Mmm-hmmm." I settled for a non-committal grunt and turned another page.

"I'm going to be living here for the rest of the week," he reminded me. As if I needed reminding of the one thing that had been preying on my mind for the last hour.

"You're going to have to talk to me eventually."

I was busy calculating the odds that he'd let me put that off until his last day when he suddenly reached over and snatched the comic out of my hands, flinging it across the room. So much for that idea.

I turned to look at him, vaguely aware that my mouth was hanging open in surprise, and flinched at the angry expression on his face. I stared at him blankly for a moment, not knowing what to say, and he stared stonily back, arms folded across his chest, green eyes boring into me with a frightening intensity. My mouth went dry.

"Would you please talk to me?" He finally asked, exasperated, his face softening somewhat.

I hesitated. I didn't necessarily mind talking to him, but chances were he would want to talk about the one subject I didn't want to discuss. He raised an eyebrow at me when I continued to stare blankly at him.

What exactly were you supposed to say to your best friend after you'd accidentally let slip that you had a crush on him? I swallowed nervously. It was an awkward situation. I'd surprised both of us with that confession, it wasn't something I had been ready to admit to myself, let alone have Adam find out about. He watched me, patiently waiting for a response and I just stared back, suddenly aware of my heart hammering in my throat and my insides trying to squirm their way out.

This was not how things were supposed to be with Adam, everything felt wrong. He was my best friend, the guy I lounged around in my Marvin the Martian boxers with, having belching contests and making farting noises with our armpits. He was the Blonde Bomber to my Sweet Daddy Freakout- the best tag team Professional Wrestling would ever see.

"Jay- " his voice had a warning tone in it as he glared threatingly at my continuing silence. I fidgeted uneasily, not sure what to say or how to act around him now. I didn't like this newfound tension between us, and I just wanted desperately for things to go back to the way they were before. I finally broke my silence before he could threaten me with another bony elbow.

"Adam, I told you I don't want to talk about it... just forget I said anything, all right?"

"Jay you fucking told me you loved me!" He exploded. "How the hell am I supposed to forget something like that?"

I flushed.

"Adam, please..." I begged. "I didn't mean it, not like that- I mean- I don't know. Can't we just drop it, please?"

"So you don't love me then?" His voice sounded strangely hollow. I glanced at him in surprise, but he was staring at his feet with an unreadable expression.

"I'm not sure..." I stalled, shaking my head to clear it and looking down at my own feet... I was almost sure I had imagined the wistful tone in his voice.

"What do you mean, 'you're not sure'? It's a simple question- are you in love with me?"

"I don't know..."

"You either are or you aren't, Jay."

"I. Don't. Know!"

Goddam but he was a persistent bastard. I glared at him in irritation- why wouldn't he just let it drop? He scowled back at me and we stared at each other in heated silence until I finally turned away and jumped up from my bed. I stalked over to the other side of the room and scooped up my comic from the floor where it had landed. He watched, not saying anything, as I stalked back over to the bed and flung myself down, opening the book to a random page and burying my face in it again.

"You already 'read' that page ten minutes ago," he muttered.

I rolled my eyes and turned to face him, trying to think up some scathingly witty retort as I did so, when a pair of lips suddenly descended on mine. He kissed me. My wits deserted me completely. All thoughts of *anything*, beyond his lips on mine, were put on immediate hold. Adam was kissing me.

Our lips brushed only lightly before he pulled away just as unexpectedly, but it had been enough to set every inch of my skin on fire. His face hovered just inches from mine and we stared at each other, wide-eyed with surprise. It was difficult to tell who was more shocked by this new turn of events- him or me? Heat flooded my body and my pulse pounded in my ears.

I leaned toward him hesitantly, closing the space between our faces by half. He licked his lips nervously, but made no move to back away. I leaned forward a little more and timidly touched my lips against his, letting them rest against his soft mouth for a moment before gently sucking his lower lip into my mouth. His lips parted only slightly reluctantly, and I slipped my tongue into the sweet warmth, leisurely exploring everything in this new, unfamiliar territory. His tongue responded automatically, brushing against mine and slipping away, then wrapping around it lovingly, sending shivers of pleasure down my spine each time our tongues met. I drew his tongue into my mouth, holding it there with a gentle suction while my fingers threaded through his hair, pulling his face to me as I reclined back into the bed and pulled his body over mine. He moaned quietly into my mouth as I squirmed feverishly against him, and I could feel him hardening, his body responding to our touches as mine already had. He rocked against me and my legs parted for him automatically, twining with his.

We broke away, lips parted, gasping for air, and studied each other's face intently. Every nerve in my body was singing, humming, with electricity. Oh god, was this what it would be like every time we kissed?

I pulled him toward me, intent on finding out, when he suddenly slipped away and jumped off the bed. He stood there for a moment looking down on me in wonder and confusion, trying to regain his breath. He dragged a hand through his hair.

"Jay- I can't- we can't do this. It's wrong." He turned and sped out of the room.

I rolled over on the bed, burying my head in a pillow, and sighed. Then why had it felt so right?

~~~End Part Two~~~