Dark Blue (Jory)

[Jory Addison]

Holding me. Jory didn't say that, though. Instead, he chewed his lip. "I mean...like...don't freak out if something happens again. Even if it's just touching...especially if it's just touching. There's not any reason to stop, is there?" Jory wanted desperately to be touched and feel like he was worth something. Talking helped, it helped him tremendously, but it would be so much more to be able to feel comfortable being touched. "I mean...why can't we touch?"

[jamie]

Jamie's hands dropped down to his sides. Because I'm scared, was his only excuse. It wasn't a good excuse at all, but it was all he could come up with. Without realizing it at all, Jamie moved closer to Jory. He place his hand over Jory's, surprised by the warmth. Every muscle in his body pushed him closer to Jory, his head tilted down, and his mouth inched closer to Jory's until the warmth in his breath matched the warmth in his hand. And then, right before he was about to kiss him, he pulled away as if he was shocked. He couldn't do it, not yet. The same fear burned in his mind: What if someone found out?

"I'm sorry, Jory. I can't." Jamie said shaking his head. He hated the thought of leaving Jory again. It was becoming a terrible habit. "I-I should go." He said and muttered something about missing a class.

[Jory Addison]

Jory's breath had caught at Jamie's sudden nearness, but then Jamie was gone. He shook his head and pulled himself off the couch. He swung his bookbag around and pulled it onto one shoulder to leave. "Fine, then." No, he didn't want to leave like that. He took a breath and looked back at Jamie. "Maybe we can meet up again, owl me or something," he said. "I'd take just being friends, but even friends touch sometimes." Then he went to leave.

[jamie]

Jamie nodded in agreement, but he was already gone. He shoved his hands into his pockets and headed towards the door. Was he doing the right thing?