A New Arrival (Jory)

[jamie]

Words could not describe how Jamie had felt right then. It was something like being light as air, but strong enough to take down the entire castle with one punch. He could be knocked down by something as simple as the wind, but still felt invincible. His heart was racing. I promise. The words danced around him. It was good to hear those words. It was safe. Jamie wrapped his arms around Jory. It felt right, perfect.

[Jory Addison]

Jory had no idea how they had gotten to this point so quickly, but he had done so much more with Eros within such a short amount of time, and so he didn't think too long on it. Jamie was hugging him, holding him, and it felt so good. Jory's arms found their way up around Jamie's neck. He felt like he should say something else, but what was there to say? They could talk as much as they wanted, Jory was already imagining meeting up with Jamie in some hidden room to sit and talk and touch.

[jamie]

Jamie could feel the warmth of Jory’s breath as it floated over his skin. He could feel the heat flowing through his veins. His heart was beating so hard, Jamie was afraid it would fly out of his chest. He wasn’t sure of anything in his mind anymore, only that there was an unfamiliar comfort in the embrace. It was not enough. Jamie wanted more, but he was careful to suppress this need fearing that maybe Jory didn’t want what he wanted. Everything was happening in such a blur that he forgot where they were, what they were doing.

[Jory Addison]

Jory just soaked it in for a few long moments before he looked up to see Jamie's eyes, eyes that were much lighter up close than he had thought before. It didn't pull away from his thoughts of Jamie being right out of his imagination. One had shifted and his fingers slid into the soft hair at the back of Jamie's head, just at the top of his neck. "How long have you known?"

[jamie]

Jamie stood silent for a couple of minutes. He felt Jory’s hand slide up to the top of his neck. It raised goosebumps on his neck and arms. He wasn’t used to the feeling, but he certainly didn’t mind it all. How long have you known? Jamie had to think about that for a little bit. He could’ve known when he came to Hogwarts and was nearly almost the only guy who was friends with girls without trying to be anything more. He could’ve known when he brushed up against Alex Hanavin his second year and then over analyzed the situation and dreamed that it would happen again. “The first time I was with anyone was my third year.” Jamie said gravely. First, and until recently, last time. It had only been one night, it meant nothing now, but it had meant everything at the time. Jamie’s mistake was that he let it happen too fast. He never considered the consequences. As much as he wanted the same thing now, he fought to keep it slow.

[Jory Addison]

"I've always known," Jory said. "But I never tried anything until the summer after fourth year." He had been bitter for a little while after finding out that Sean was straight, but now he couldn't find any reason to be angry or disappointed about it. He had known it was just a big experiment. The first time I was with anyone. Did that mean sex? Third year seemed awfully early when Jory hadn't experienced that until the previous term.

[jamie]

Jamie noted the hint of anger in Jory's voice, but let it go. He wouldn't press the matter tonight, mainly because he didn't have the energy to explain his side of the story. Jamie lifted his hand and brushed a stray piece of hair away from Jory's face. He let his fingers trail down the side of Jory's face, sweeping over his temple, lining his jawline. His eyes swept over Jory's lips. He wondered how it would feel to press his own lips into them. Just one kiss, he convinced himself would be enough. But he knew if he started with a kiss, he might not be able to stop himself from doing more.

[Jory Addison]

Jory's eyes closed at the light touch of Jamie's fingers, the soft contact felt so good. If they shouldn't be at this point already, he didn't know, or maybe he just didn't care. There was always a chance that this was a dream, or that Jamie would regret it, or that he would just disappear from the school and Jory would never see him again. "What house are you?" he murmured, hoping that somehow he had just never seen Jamie in the Gryffindor common room before, however unlikely that was.

[jamie]

Jamie winced. “Slytherin.” He said in a harsh voice. He hated admitting to it, to being a part of the jerks and snobs that flooded his house. His entire family was put into Slytherin during their own Sorting ceremonies so it didn’t come as a shock to Jamie that the same had happened to him. The shock came when he saw what most Slytherins were like and what they had expected. Jamie brought his eyes back to meet Jory’s. God, he was beautiful, he thought to himself. “How about you?” He asked fighting to keep his voice steady.

[Jory Addison]

Jory sighed heavily and opened his eyes to find Jamie looking at him. His lips curved into a smile as heat spread up his neck toward his cheeks. Should he really be having that reaction when he was standing there in Jamie's arms? "Gryffindor." The hand that wasn't sifting absently through Jamie's hair slid down to his shoulder, then to his strong upper arm. "Have you always been at Hogwarts?"

[jamie]

"Yeah," Jamie said. "Six years so far. Runs in the family." He said matter-of-factly. He was the middle child in his family, or one of them at least. Jamie had five brothers and four sisters. Many of them were grown up and leading their own lives by now. His youngest sister was only four years old, she was adorable, but she knew how to trick people to get what she wanted. His body began to ache with desire. He was thankful to have these questions to distract him from what he had really wanted.

[Jory Addison]

"I only came here this year," Jory said, then promptly forgot how to come up with more questions. It was so nice to stand like this, even with someone he had literally just met. Maybe it was because they had just met and accepted each other so easily that this was happening. His eyes dropped to watch his hand as it moved from Jamie's arm to his chest, and then on to move his fingers lightly against the muscles of his neck.

[jamie]

The silence left room for Jamie's thoughts to bounce around in his head. Dangerous thoughts. He placed a hand over Jory's hand that lay on his chest. He pressed Jory's hand into his chest, hoping he would be able to feel his heart racing. Jamie never took his eyes off of him, he couldn't. He hands trailed down to Jory's waist and he pulled him closer, eliminating any space between them. He knew exactly what he was doing. Everything in his brain was urging him to pull away, walk away, not to do this, but every muscle in his body urged him on. Jamie bent his head down and brushed his lips against Jory's lightly, at first, then harder, more forceful.

[Jory Addison]

Jory didn't pull away from the kiss, he accepted it eagerly. He remembered begging Markise to take him to a club so that maybe he could do something like this, he remembered the first day he had met Eros, where he had done this, and so much more. The hand buried in Jamie's hair shifted to loop his arm loosely around Jamie's neck while he brought the other up to run his fingers against that strong jawline.

[jamie]

Jamie's hands tightened around his waist. He pushed into him harder as he deepened the kiss to keep his balance. His head was spinning. His tongue slipped into Jory's mouth, exploring. Fire ran through his veins at this time. A groan rumbled through his throat. He wasn't sure how far he would let himself go, or that he would even be able to stop himself. He poured three years of uncertainty, ignorance, and doubt into the kiss.