Title: Take My Hand (3/?)
Author: Shanyn
Rating: R
Disclaimers: Standard stuff- not making any claims about their true
sexuality, none of this ever happened- I have no money, please don't
sue...
Warnings: The following chapter contains descriptions of sexual
situations between minors, if that offends you, I suggest you steer
clear.
"Jay?"
Adam's voice drifted to me quietly across the soft expanse of linen
sheets, pulling me from semi-slumber and a half-remembered dream. I
could hear him shifting around in the darkness on his side of the bed,
waiting impatiently for some sort response. I concentrated on keeping
my breathing even and deep, hoping I could fool him into thinking I
was still asleep.
I was still embarrassed by this afternoon's scene, made no more
comfortable by the knowledge that I had an entire week left to spend
with Adam, who was sleeping over while his mom visited relatives out
of town.
After Adam had run off, the rest of the day had been full of strange
looks on his part, and awkward attempts on my part to start a
conversation, which he had brushed off with all the frightened grace
of a wounded rhino charging through the jungle. Now I wasn't sure where
we stood with each other anymore, or how I should take his rejection.
Was he turning me down because he didn't want me, or was he just scared,
like I was? Now that I had accidentally let slip to Adam how I felt,
I wasn't sure which terrified me more- the idea that he might not return
my feelings or the possibility that he would. And truthfully I hadn't
been ready to admit my feelings to myself, let alone to him, and I was
in no real hurry to explore them any further.
"Jay." His whisper this time was more demanding, but I still didn't
respond, hoping he might let it drop. He kicked my leg instead.
"Jason!" He hissed.
"Goddamit Adam!" I swore loudly. In his bed on the other side of the
room, Josh snorted loudly and turned over in his sleep. I lowered my
voice only slightly. "What the hell is the matter with you? Don't
you understand when you're being given the cold shoulder?"
I turned over to look at him, watching as the corners of his mouth
lifted up into a slow smirk. I realized belatedly that he was just
baiting me, trying to get a reaction. We did this to each other all
the time, teasing each other- poking, pinching, nagging, trying to see who
would break first. I should have been used to it- it was an old game
between us- and I shouldn't have let him get to me so easily, but I
wasn't in any kind of mood to play those stupid games. Not after what
had happened between us this afternoon. As if sensing an impending
eruption, Adam's face sobered.
"Are you mad at me?" He asked softly. I knew he wasn't talking about
the kicking.
"No Adam," I replied, unable to keep the bitterness out of my
voice. "I always enjoy it when people play with my emotions. Get me turned on
and then leave me hanging. I *like* being teased."
His face fell. For a second I almost felt bad for not trying to smooth
the whole thing over, but fuck that, he wasn't the only one with hurt
feelings here.
"I'm sorry." He said unexpectedly. I couldn't think of anything to
say to this and so just settled for staring at him vacantly.
"You just scared me, that's all," he added. I continued to gape, not
sure what to make of that, and he elaborated. "You did come on pretty
strong..."
"You kissed me first." I reminded him irritably.
He didn't answer and we just stared at each other blankly.
"Are you gay?" He asked suddenly.
I found myself totally unnerved by the question. I didn't have to
answer that, did I? Didn't I have some kind of right to remain
silent- or was that only in bad American police dramas?
"Jay?"
He looked so vulnerable, lying there, waiting for me to answer.
Vulnerable and confused, like I felt. I toyed with a corner of the
sheets while I thought of what to say- trouble was, I wasn't so sure
what the answer was myself. I said the first thing that came to mind.
"I liked it- when you kissed me. I liked the way it felt," I
hesitated, trying to read something in his carefully guarded expression. "Does
that make me gay?"
"I don't know, Jay." He looked over at me and smiled shyly. "I liked
it too."
I glanced nervously toward Josh's bed; afraid he might be awake and
listening. He had burrowed under his sheets so that it was impossible
to see him, but the soft, regular breathing emanating from the mound
on the bed implied that he was sleeping soundly. I looked back at Adam,
studying him silently in the semi-darkness.
He looked strangely beautiful lying there in a pool of moonlight,
almost unearthly. His long hair was fanned out on the pillow behind him, a
halo of pale gold in the weak light. I squelched a sudden urge to
reach over and pull him into my arms.
As if sensing my sudden dangerous turn of thought, Adam's face
tightened and he shifted uncomfortably in his place.
"I don't think I want to be gay, Jay."
"I don't think you get a choice Adam. I think it's just something you
either are or you aren't."
I watched him as he appeared to absorb this information, turning it
over in his head.
"Why did you kiss me?" I blurted out suddenly.
It was Adam's turn to be caught off guard by an uncomfortable question.
His mouth worked silently for a few seconds, giving him an amusing
resemblance to a fish out of water. When he finally spoke, his voice
was hesitant and unsure.
"I wanted to know... what it would feel like. When you told me you
thought you might be in love with me- I guess I just wondered if I was
in love with you too... I've always known that I love you as my best
friend, I just needed to know if it was more than that."
"And?" My heart was pounding its way up my throat. Did I want to
know- really want to know? What if he didn't? Or what if he did?
I realized with some embarrassment that I had a death grip on my
pillowcase, but Adam seemed too preoccupied with his own inner turmoil
to notice mine.
"I don't know, Jay." He sighed and I waited patiently for him to
continue, but nothing else appeared to be forthcoming.
"What are you feeling right now?" I asked him softly. He smiled, eyes
gazing up at the ceiling.
"Confused." We both laughed quietly at that, and after a minute he
continued in a softer voice that made me strain to hear
him. "Confused and... and, I don't know Jay. I don't know what this is that I'm
feeling..."
He turned and looked at me, reaching out slowly, almost hesitantly,
and with a gentle hand smoothed my tangled hair back from my eyes. Long
slim fingers gently slid down my cheek and softly caressed my face. I
took in a shaky breath as I felt the bed shift and his body draw
nearer. Was I dreaming? Our eyes met, and I stared, entranced as his
face hovered over mine. Our faces were so close, our breath mingled.
He leaned further forward, touching his lips to mine softly, timidly,
and I resisted the urge to pull him to me. I wanted this to be
entirely Adam's decision, wanted him to be sure, to have no regrets. Without
warning his tongue was suddenly pressed against my lips and I opened
my mouth for him instantly, eagerly welcoming him inside as he sought my
own tongue. He pulled me closer to him as our tongues interlaced. He
wrapped me tightly in his embrace and let his instincts override his
fear and doubt.
My hands slid over his body, eager to explore, noting every sensitive
spot I came across and filing the locations away for future
reference. Minutes rushed by as we lay there entangled together, touching and
tasting, measuring the passing time with our racing pulses. We broke
apart slowly, breathing rapidly and taking in short, excited breaths.
Wrapped in his arms, sharing his breath, I knew that if I died now,
heaven could never be this good.
He leaned forward and nuzzled his face into the crook of my neck. I
smiled, even though I knew he couldn't see the expression.
"I love you," I whispered quietly.
He pulled back slightly and I saw uncertainty flare in his eyes. I
panicked. No way was I going to lose him now, or let him run out on
me again. Abandoning my noble resolution to let Adam make his own
decisions, I quickly flipped him onto his back and straddled his
waist. His eyes widened in surprise, but I muffled his protest with my mouth
and another searing kiss. He struggled briefly then relaxed into the
kiss, and his hands began their own gentle exploration of my body. My
body responded to his touches eagerly, hardening instantly at his
touch.
His hands slid up my shirt, trailing softly across my skin and I broke
away, letting out a loud exclamation of pleasure as his fingers
brushed a nipple. He looked up and I blushed a little, embarrassed that I had
overreacted to such a small touch. Adam smiled, seemingly intrigued
by my sensitivity. He pushed my shirt up and pulled me closer to him,
running his hands lightly across my chest and kissing each nipple
lightly before taking one into his mouth and rolling his tongue around
the sensitive peak. I twisted in pleasure and he pulled me firmly
against him, holding me tightly in place.
He dragged my shirt over my head, dropping it on the floor beside the
bed, and suddenly his mouth was everywhere. Nipping along my neck,
kissing down my stomach, sucking softly on the skin just above the
waistband of my boxers. I moaned as he pushed them further down my
hips, aware of the throbbing ache barely contained in my shorts. I
rocked my hips desperately, digging my arousal into him and feeling
his pushing back against me. He slid his hand down my shorts and grasped
my erection, running his hand firmly up and down the burning flesh. I
tossed my head back, biting my lip to keep the cry of pleasure from
spilling out.
Every muscle in my body was clenched and my eyes were squeezed shut
as I fought desperately to keep myself from being overwhelmed. Adam
suddenly rolled us over, pushing me onto my back again, and I easily
surrendered control to him. He tore my boxers off, tossing them aside
carelessly. I spread my legs, shivering at the thrill that made its way down my
spine- a thrill of pleasure that came from doing something that felt
so wrong, forbidden, and yet so right at the same time. It was an
indescribable feeling- intoxicating almost- to be opening myself for
him like this, making myself so vulnerable to him. I watched, impatient
and needy, as he made quick work of his own clothes, dropping them onto
the floor with the others.
I pulled Adam over me, covering my body with his, and he let out a
soft moan- an anticipation of pleasure- as he slipped between my legs. I
wrapped them around his waist, pulling him closer, and he hovered over
me, strong hands running across my body and sending more shivers
dancing down my spine. I arched into every touch, whimpering with pleasure.
I wanted him so bad.
He bit his lip, eyes looking down on me questioningly as he positioned
himself at my entrance.
"Yes..." I moaned, answering the unspoken question.
He leaned down and kissed me once, lifted my hips up and thrust in
roughly. His moan of pleasure was cut off abruptly by my shriek of
pain. Flesh ripped and tore around him. He tried to kiss me,
murmuring soft words to me, trying to soothe away my pain with sweet sounds as
he pulled out and thrust back in. I cried out again at the stinging,
burning agony.
"Oh god, it hurts- Adam, stop! Please!"
I choked back another sob and light flooded the room.
"Wha- what happened? What's going on?" I heard Josh fumbling sleepily
across the room, trying to see against the sudden brightness of his
lamp. "Jay?"
I heard a startled gasp from Josh and closed my eyes, trying to shut
the bright light out and the tears in. I had never felt so humiliated in
my life. I could only imagine what Josh was thinking, waking up in the
middle of the night to see me laying underneath Adam with my legs
spread like some cheap whore.
Adam's breath was hot on my cheek. He had stopped moving and I could
sense him looking down at me in concern. He pulled out slowly and I
bit my lip at the pain.
"Are you okay?" His voice by my ear was soft and anxious.
I opened my eyes.
"Get off me." I whispered. His eyes widened in surprise.
"Jay?" His voice was unsteady, and I could see he was scared.
"Off." My voice trembled. When he didn't move fast enough to suit
me, I pushed him away and jumped up, tearing out of the room and down the
hallway.
"What the hell do you think you were doing?" I could hear Josh scream
at Adam as I locked myself in the bathroom.
The torn flesh surrounding Adam's painful invasion ached with a
blinding, searing intensity. I ran warm water in the sink and
grabbed a towel from the linen closet; gingerly washing the area as well as I
could tolerate. The towel came away spotted with a small amount of
blood and I hastily tossed it aside. I stared at myself in the mirror
over the sink, thankful that at least Adam hadn't left any visible
marks on my skin to show what we had been doing. Adam... I ran cold water
from the faucet... try not to think about Adam.
A timid knock sounded on the door.
"Adam- go away please," I splashed the water across my face, trying to
wash embarrassment away along with the tears. God, I felt so lame-
our first time together and I had screamed like a girl and locked myself
in the bathroom. I didn't think I'd ever be able to look him in the eye
again.
The knock came again.
"Adam, please..." I begged.
"Jay, it's me." Josh's voice called uncertainly through the door.
I sighed. The only thing more humiliating than what had happened
tonight was the fact that my little brother had been witness to it.
"Not now, Josh!" I yelled back, blindly splashing more water on my
face.
There was a moment's hesitant silence, during which I prayed fervently
that he'd gone back to bed and was trying to forget everything he'd
seen. My prayers went unanswered when his voice came back, quieter
and more muffled through the door, but still intelligible.
"Should I wake Mom and Dad up?" He sounded uncertain.
I ran to the door, jerking it open and dragging a surprised Josh
inside before slamming it shut and locking it again.
"Are you crazy?" I hissed loudly. "Dad. Would. Kill. Me."
I emphasized each word clearly, just to make sure he understood my
life was at stake here.
"But if he- ?" Blood rushed to Josh's face as his words trailed off.
I followed his distracted gaze and belatedly realized that I was still
naked. I quickly grabbed the blood-spotted towel and wrapped it
around my waist, waiting for him to finish his thought, but the sight of the
blood had only served to distract him further. I tapped my foot
impatiently and glared, making him fidget nervously as he tried to
recollect his thoughts. "I mean did he, you know, try to make you..."
"No!" I blushed too, as I realized what he was trying to ask me. It
was my turn to stumble over words. "No! We were- Adam would never- I
wanted to..."
Josh looked skeptical.
"It didn't *sound* like you wanted to."
"It hurt!"
He looked at me like I was a runner-up in the Idiot of the Year
Pageant and I blushed even deeper.
"I mean it hurt a lot more than I thought it would."
He shrugged.
"Maybe you weren't doing it right."
My jaw dropped. Beside the fact that he was taking this way better
than I thought he would, I couldn't believe I was having this conversation
with my little brother. Still, I couldn't resist scoffing at his
statement.
"What's to do wrong?" I asked. "Insert tab 'A' into slot 'B'. Not
much room for error there."
He shrugged again.
"Christ, Jay, I don't know... but I don't think you're supposed to
scream like that."
My face burned even more. God this was humiliating. I covered my
face with my hands.
"I have an idea," I announced through my hands. "Why don't we just
*drop it*?"
I looked up and Josh nodded, giving me a tight smile before heading
for the door. Putting myself in his shoes, I had a feeling he was almost
as uncomfortable about the situation as I was. I cringed inwardly,
thinking about what he must have seen.
"Josh- " he turned to look at me and I hesitated before plunging on.
"Don't tell anybody, please. Especially John."
The thought of the torment my older brother would serve up if he found
out I was- well, if he found out Adam and I had been...
Josh stared at me solemnly for a minute before giving a single nod of
his head and turned to leave again. As the door closed behind him, I
couldn't resist asking the question that had been preying on my mind
since I'd run in here.
"Is Adam still in there?" I winced at the tremble in my voice that
betrayed me when I spoke his name.
Josh poked his head back in through the door, trying to hide a
smile. I frowned at him. This wasn't funny, at least not from where I stood.
"He ran out right after you did," he said, the smile twitching at his
lips now. "Said something about needing to go home."
My stomach twisted in despair before a thought occurred to me.
"He doesn't have a key to his apartment." And he lived on the third
floor, so it wasn't like he could climb in through a window.
"Yeah, and he was naked." Josh's grin widened.
I couldn't help but grin back. Adam was just blonde enough to do
something like that. I snickered at the idea of him running naked
through the streets of Orangeville at two in the morning, only to get
all the way to his apartment and realize that he had no way in. And
was naked.
I dried my face off with a towel and followed Josh back into our
bedroom, grabbing my shorts from the hasty pile Adam and I had made a
short while ago, slipping them on under the watchful gaze of a very
confused looking little brother. For a minute I thought of sitting
down with Josh and having some sort of talk with him about what he'd seen,
but beyond not having a clue what I would say in such a discussion, I
thought it was slightly more important that I catch up with Adam
before he caught pneumonia. Or got arrested for streaking. I grabbed Adam's
clothes and headed downstairs, intending to pull on a jacket and pair
of shoes on my way out of the door.
I made it as far as the living room before I discovered, to my
disappointment, that it wouldn't be necessary. Adam was sitting on
the end of the sofa in a dark corner, wrapped in the quilt that usually
lay draped over the back of the sofa.
He didn't say anything as I approached him nervously.
"Josh said you were heading home."
"Yeah well, I forgot to put my clothes on. And I don't have a key."
"I thought you'd get halfway home before you'd realize that."
He shook his head and smiled grimly.
"I only made it out your front door."
We shared an uncomfortable laugh, and I handed him the clothes I had
brought down with me. He took them from me with a nod and pulled them
on underneath the quilt. Once he finished dressing he sat back down,
keeping the blanket wrapped tightly around him. Not knowing what else
to do, I gingerly sat down next to him, wincing at the raw pain in my
backside.
He cast a nervous glance over at me.
"Are you okay?" He asked tentatively. He looked scared.
I nodded, feeling a fresh wave of embarrassment rush over me.
"I thought that's what you wanted to do," he said, after a moment of
awkward silence.
"I did, it just- " I trailed off self-consciously, remembering how
Josh had looked at me like I was so stupid.
"Hurt?" Adam supplied. I smiled gratefully.
"A lot."
He nodded.
"Yeah, I wondered about that."
We probably looked strange, sitting next to each other so timidly in
the dark, but we were both so uncomfortable that neither of us knew what
to do or say. We fell into an uneasy silence, which Adam broke after a
while.
"Are you mad at me?" He asked apprehensively. I shook my head.
"What about you?" I asked. "Are you mad at me?"
"No! Jay, of course not." A wave of relief washed over me, as he
seemed genuinely shocked that I would think he was upset.
"Maybe we shouldn't do that again," I said, wondering how I was going
to be able to walk around tomorrow without attracting unwanted
attention. "At least not for a while anyway."
Adam looked disappointed and a little hurt, but he nodded anyway.
"...there are other things we could do, though," I pointed out
hopefully.
A shy smile crossed his face, and I grinned at him and crawled into
his lap. He wrapped me inside the quilt with him and I rubbed our bodies
together, drawing a murmur of pleasure from Adam. His hands reached
into my hair, pulling my face down to his and into a deep kiss.
We were just beginning to rediscover some of our lost excitement when
the downstairs lights suddenly snapped on, filling our dark little
corner with unwelcome light.
Adam and I dove away from each other, getting tangled in the quilt,
and I landed hard on the floor. The squeal of protest for my sore ass
died on my lips at the blood-chilling sound of my father's irate voice.
"What the hell is going on down here?"
My dad was followed down the stairs by my sleepy and disgruntled
looking mother, who was still trying to tie her bathrobe around her waist.
Josh was quick on their heels, tripping in his eagerness to get to me first
and falling down the last couple steps.
"It wasn't me, Jay! I swear!" He gave me a pleading look as I
started to ream him for waking our parents.
Dad glared at him and Josh quailed under the heat of the gaze and
began yammering like an idiot.
"Get your butt back to bed!" Dad snapped, finally cutting him off.
Josh turned and started to scamper back up the stairs, throwing one
last protest over his shoulder before he went.
"John woke them up, Jay, not me! I didn't tell 'em anything!"
I glanced up at the top of the stairs to see my older brother smirking
down at me from the railing. One look into his eyes was all I needed
to confirm it. He *knew*.
~~~End Part 3~~~