About: Jordan/Justin, Kevin/Scotty
Rate: G. / NC-17
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything
Extra: This an AU (Alternative Universe) story, so remember : The more things change, the more they stay the same. Here are part 01, part 02, part 03, part 04, part 05, part 06, part 07, part 08, part 09, part 10, part 11, part 12, part 13, part 14, part 15, part 16, part 17, part 18, part 19, part 20, part 21, part 22, part 23, part 24, part 25, part 26, part 27, part 28, part 29, part 30, part 31, part 32, part 33, part 34, part 35, part 36, part 37, part 38, part 39, part 40, part 41, part 42, part 43, part 44, part 45, part 46, part 47, part 48, part 49, part 50, part 51, part 52, part 53, part 54, part 55, part 56, part 57, part 58, part 59, part 60, part 61, part 62, part 63, part 64, part 65, part 66, part 67, part 68. part 69, part 70, part 71, part 72, part 73, part 74, part 75, part 76, part 77, part 78, part 79, part 80, part 81, part 82, part 83, part 84 and part 85
HALFWAY MAY 2008
Justin softly enters the apartment, it’s late and he just had dinner with his mother and uncle Saul and spend a long time at him mom’s house. He had prayed for more time, but one look at the living-room and he knows it is inevitable.
“Hey…. I had dinner with mom…. Guess, I should have told you..” He apologizes rather lamely.
“That would have been nice, but I didn’t make dinner or anything. I wasn’t really in the mood. Nor was I very hungry.” Jordan replies slowly, he’s sitting half in the dark, at the dinner table, he’s playing with his glass and from the smell of it, Justin guesses it’s probably something alcoholic.
“Maybe I should have woken you up, before sneaking out of the bedroom?” Justin offers embarrassed, knowing he didn’t play a very good part here.
“You think?” Jordan laughs sarcastically.
“Look, this is all very new to me, you know.” Justin tries to defend himself.
“What? Do you think that this is a part of MY daily routine? Make grocery-list; fix heater for mrs Krebbs in 206; peel potatoes;… fuck my straight flat-mate...?”
“Technically speaking, we didn’t ….”
“Technically speaking, we weren’t exactly platonic either.”
“What do you want me to do?” Justin asks.
“Talk to me. Tell me what is going on in your head, why you feel like you can’t keep your hands of me. Where is all of this leading up to?”
“I don’t know, Jordan. It is all so confusing.”
“Yes, it is. Very confusing. And honestly, I don’t need ‘confusing’. Been there, done that...”
“Jordan, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
“You keep saying that and then you hurt me anyway.”
“I know. I’m sorry.”
“You keep saying that as well. There comes a moment when I stop believing you.”
“Are we there yet?” Justin asks concerned. Jordan seems to take his time to answer.
“I’m close. Very close.” He then replies. “Because I don’t understand what is going on with you.
We knew what we were, when you moved in here. I was gay, you were straight and we respected each other’s boundaries. I don’t know what your impression of me is, but I seriously have not tried to seduce you. You can’t blame this on me.”
“No. No. It’s me. All me.” Justin immediately agrees.
“But you’re straight? You’ve never before been interested in another man?”
“No, but you turn me on… like a light-switch.”
“But you’re not in love with me?”
“No.” Justin knows he can't be.
“So, it’s purely physical?”
“You guess? Or do you know?” Jordan asks relentlessly.
“Jordan,….” Justin feels the pressure to answer a question he doesn’t wish to answer.
“Come on! It’s not advanced science. Are you kissing me, making out with me, … just for the sex?” Jordan is furious. Justin looks at Jordan, who’s eyes beg him not to say it, not to turn what they did into something cheap and Justin knows that Jordan needs to hear, that it’s more than just casual sex, that he has feelings for Jordan, but he can’t say the words. He just can’t.
“Yes. It is.” Justin replies with a strangled voice. Jordan looks at him with big eyes, then Justin sees him swallow and wet his lips as if talking is too hard with a dry mouth.
“Fine... Then we both know where we stand. But I’m drawing my line in the sand here, Justin. I’ve never been anybody’s whore and I’m not going to start now. If you want sex, then you go find it somewhere else, but not with me.”
“Jordan, I’m so sor…” But Jordan places his finger on Justin’s mouth.
“Don’t…. Say…. You’re sorry….” He articulates. “I am this close to not believing it anymore.” When Justin opens his mouth anyway, Jordan shoots him a warning glance.
“I mean it, Justin, I’m nearly there. Don’t ruin our last bit of friendship….”
“Home at last.” Scotty smiles, throwing his keys down. It's the middle of the night.
“Yesss.” Kevin hisses, as he takes of his coat, longing for a hot shower to soothe his aching back. The last 20 miles had been hell. Above all, because Kevin had not wanted to wake up Scotty, who slept so quietly beside him.
They had left after dinner, as Kevin had promised and although Scotty had sworn to also drive a part of the way, Scotty was so tired, he fell asleep and Kevin didn’t have the heart to wake him up, so he drove all the way home. Alone with his thoughts and the radio playing some soft meaningless tunes.
“I’m sorry.” Scotty says,
“Falling asleep, I should have been there for you.”
“You were. I’m sure, if I would have woken you up, you would have taken over from me.”
“Baby, it’s been a couple of stressful days for you. Let it go. You needed your rest and if I would have felt like I couldn’t handle it, I would have woken you up. Don’t worry, I wasn’t going to fall asleep behind the wheel to get home. I’m not going to put your life in danger.”
“Or your own?”
“You are more important to me.” Kevin replies without thinking and he’s surprised when he suddenly see tears in Scotty’s eyes. “Hey, baby, what’s wrong?” He pulls Scott into his arms, forgetting his own painful back at seeing Scotty in pain.
“It’s all been so loveless, so heartless.…” Scotty starts.
“I know.” Kevin kisses his hair and for a few moments they just hold each other, until Kevin pushes Scotty away a bit.
“Go to bed, honey. I’ll join you as soon as possible.”
“Not right away?”
“No, I need to relax my back a little, or I won’t able to sit up straight tomorrow.” Kevin replies gently. And after one more kiss for Scotty, he goes to the bathroom and undresses himself, glad when he finally feels the hot water on his skin.
He braces himself against the wall and tries to unburden his lower back a bit.
“That won’t help you much.” He can hear Scotty say and he smiles, as he can see Scotty take the soap and turn it around and around between his fingers. Kevin has a pretty good idea of what will come and soon enough he feels Scotty’s strong hands on his back.
He moans softly because Scotty knows exactly which muscles he has to take care of. Then the massaging pressure slowly disappears and Scotty’s soaped up fingers broaden the scope of their touch, from Kevin’s lower back to his sides, up his back, slowly down his spine, spreading over the ass-cheeks.
Scotty moves closer, his chest against Kevin’s back as the hands, rougher now the soap got washed away, find their way down on Kevin’s belly. The only sound is the sound of the water rushing down, barely cooling them off. They don’t talk. They don’t have to, they know each other too well to need words.
Kevin slowly turns in Scotty’s arms, their kiss is warm and long, tender and patient. Scotty turns off the water behind Kevin, but holds Kevin close to him as he continues to kiss him. The water is dripping off their bodies, making it chilly suddenly. But Kevin’s hand is in Scotty’s hair and he doesn’t plan to let go of him.
However, he has to, when Scotty disentangles himself from their embrace and takes Kevin’s hand to lead him out of the shower and over to the bed. Kevin shifts on the bed until he’s on his back and in the place he wants to be. He submits himself to Scotty’s tender preparations, his kisses, his touches, willing himself to relax when Scotty penetrates him.
There’s a desperate little sound coming from Scotty. The way he seeks intimacy is heart-breaking and Kevin can only wrap his arms around his husband, give in to the hot kisses, burning on his skin, replying to Scotty by kissing him where he can reach.
They become an entangled ball of arms and legs. Kevin is more tired than he thought. The warm water and the massage have helped to relax him and the slow, deep thrusts in combination with the strong arms around his body… it is all becoming too much to handle.
“Scotty!... Scotty, I need to …. Please..” he whispers, letting out a long moan when Scotty picks up his speed, but Kevin gives as good as he gets, nearly turning it into a wrestling match as he desperately tries to push Scotty to the edge. Suddenly he can hear Scotty hold his breath, Scotty’s grip on Kevin becomes so strong that Kevin can hardly breathe.
But it sends him flying over the edge himself, with so much power that he’s sure that he passed out for a few seconds. Scotty rolls off Kevin, giving Kevin more oxygen. Crawling up against Kevin, he says with a little voice.
“I’m so sorry, if I was rough with you. I …. I needed this so badly.”
Kevin closes his eyes. Yes, he’s sore, all his muscles hurt and he’s terribly tired.
“It’s alright, honey….” He caresses Scotty’s hair as if he would sooth a child. “It’s going to be alright, sweetheart, don’t worry…. I’m not going to let anyone hurt you.” He promises, as he closes his eyes and drifts away.
END OF PART 86