A New Arrival (Jory)

[Jory Addison]

One of those soft sounds that Jory had never been able to keep completely to himself escaped in an answer to Jamie's near-desperation. His hand slid from Jamie's jaw to tangle in his hair and hold him close. Stopping was one of the last things on his mind, since the feelings he was getting from Jamie only pulled out the feelings of loneliness he had been feeling ever since coming out. He accepted any deepening of the kiss and returned it easily.

[jamie]

Jamie pulled at his own shirt, lifting it up. He needed more. He broke the kiss, reluctantly, but only for a second...half a second...to pull his shirt over his head. He tugged at Jory's shirt impatiently. He was about ready to just tear it off of him. Desire urged him on.

[Jory Addison]

Jory breathed heavily and his eyes opened wide at the end of the kiss and the immediate loss of Jamie's shirt. He wished they were inside so that he could see everything perfectly clearly, but then, being outside on the warmest night of the year so far underneath a huge moon and thousands of brightly twinkling stars wasn't much to complain about. His shirt soon joined Jamie's and his attention turned to moving his hands over the newly revealed smooth skin and muscles.

[jamie]

Jamie's hands ran up his bare torso, over his defined muscles. He was surprised, Jory was certainly more muscular than one would assume at a glance. Jamie's hands reached Jory's chest. His skin was smooth, soft and warm. Jamie's kisses trailed down to the bottom of Jory's throat and his hands made their way back down to his waist. He was disappointed to feel fabric separating Jamie's hands from Jory's skin. Jamie was fully aware of what he was doing, but had no control. The only way he could possibly stop is if Jory pulled away. He could not force him into anything.

[Jory Addison]

Jory may have had some definition to his muscles, but he certainly wasn't muscular, he was thin and smooth and flat, and he liked himself that way. His eyes closed again as Jamie's kisses moved, and little sounds escaped his throat whenever Jamie's lips or hands found just the right spot. His own hands slid around to grip at firm shoulders before sliding into dark hair again. He saw no reason to pull away and stop this, not if they both wanted it.

[jamie]

Jamie felt something hard against the back. He could feel the wood on his bare back. When had they moved far enough away from the lake to a tree? He didn't take time to think about it. His hand moved farther down until it reached Jory's zipper. He pulled at it desperately. His back arched, more impatient than ever. This was he wanted, what he had wanted all along.

[Jory Addison]

Jory shifted when he felt that hand so low, and he felt an immediate urge to wrap himself, legs and arms, around Jamie, however useless it would be at this point. Instead of giving into that urge, he shifted his hips for Jamie before mimicking the movements with his own hands against Jamie's pants. He wasn't aware of their movement to a tree, though if he had been it would only have pushed him further, since it gave that much more shelter from any eyes that may come across them.

[jamie]

Jamie shifted his hips. His heart was racing and his head was dizzy. When it was over, his legs felt so weak he could barely stand. He was overwhelmed with what he was feeling at the moment, Excitement, happiness, confusion, and then fear. He became nervous, unsure of what had just happened. He couldn't keep the nagging What if... thoughts out of his head. What had he done?

[Jory Addison]

Jory was breathing heavily as he settled his feet back down onto the ground and loosened his arms from the near death grip they had had around Jamie's shoulders. He looped his arms loosely around Jamie's neck and leaned against him, his head on Jamie's shoulder. He wasn't thinking about this guy not having as much experience as his previous partner, all he was thinking was how good that had felt after so long without.

[jamie]

Jamie didn't know what he did. He lost control for the first time in three years and he loved it. His head began to clear and reality was kicking in. Nervousness spread through him. What if people found out? What if this was third year all over again? Jamie tried to convince himself that he didn't care about what other people thought, but hadn't he worked for three years to make sure people had thought what he wanted them to think?

His body protested as Jamie pulled away from Jory. "I-I-I have to go," He said, his voice rough. Oh god, what had he done? He grabbed his clothes and slid them on.

[Jory Addison]

Jory's arms didn't want to leave their places around Jamie, but he didn't have much choice and so they slid from his neck. Something shot through his chest at Jamie's words. "What?" he asked, confused. "Do you have to go do something?" Was it pain that washed over him? It shouldn't have, he shouldn't be hurt that Jamie wanted to leave. He wasn't thinking about searching for clothes just yet, even though Jamie seemed to have magically poofed his on or something.

[jamie]

Jamie straightened out his clothing and ran a hand through his hair. "Something to do? Oh yes, quite right...I've got something to do. Before tomorrow, I have to...get it done." He rambled. Jamie stopped for a moment and looked at Jory. He looked so confused, so heart. Jamie sighed and stepped over to him. He leaned down and kissed him one more time. "I'll see you." He promised before turning and disappearing through the darkness.

[Jory Addison]

"Wait! Where?" Jory called, starting to go after Jamie, but realizing he should at least pull on his pants and shoes. He did so, and then started toward the darkness where Jamie had disappeared, but he couldn't see him anymore. Where could he find Jamie? When could they meet again? He refused to think that he would never see Jamie again.