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Family Ties Chapter Nineteen (NC-17)
ily ily Ties Chapter Nineteen (NC-17)
Disclaimers Apply
A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST
WOMAN ALIVE ™ and Prophetic Muse, time flies like an arrow, fruit flies like a
banana… InterNutter, TC and Maxwell
Pink are loverly and sparkly for archiving.
J ProPhile gets more belly dancing muses
because the last ones fizzled out mid Atlantic, I think. Tex, Ramsey and Jubilee get armadillos
because frankly, I’m overrun with the things.
They’re everywhere!
Readers/Reviewers: Thank you soooooooooooo much for reading! It makes me all gooshy inside…
Which is better than gooshy outside because I really would hate to be the
one stuck cleaning that up…
Remy felt
drained. Lack of coffee, lack of sleep,
and more information than he could possible handle in an hour and a half
combined to make him verge on the lethargic as he trudged back towards the car
to wait for Jean to finish her early morning shopping excursion. He really had no idea why she felt he was
the one to talk to about her problems with Scott, but he wanted to help as much
as he could, for the sake of friendship if nothing else. After hearing all she had to say, the best
he could do for the time being was to tell her let Scott have his temper
tantrum and not to let it phase her.
Keep with hern ton to go to school and work and try to get into college
early and let Scott sort himself out.
Jean, he reflected, did not seem too happy with this notion but did not
argue, which led him to spend half his appointment brooding over what he could
suggest to help the telekinetic as opposed to actually paying attention. Today ain’t gonna be pretty, he
sighed inwardly as he slouched behind the wheel of the car, resting his
forehead against the window in momentary exhaustion.
“Remy…”
“Gah!”
“Gah isn’t
a thieves’ noise,” Jubilee said dryly.
“Non, mais
it be de soun’ I make when I surprised…what de Hell you doin’ in here?” he
asked sotto voce, craning in his seat to fix Jubilee with a hard stare, pinning
her where she sat in the back seat of the car.
“Where your shadow?”
“Lilly is
indisposed,” she said efficiently. “And
I…borrowed…Scott’s car to…run some errands.”
Remy
frowned. “Dese erran’s got anythin’ ta
do wit me bein’ in town dis mornin’?”
Jubilee shrugged, ignoring the
question. “How long is Jean going to be
gone?”
Remy’s
frown deepened as Jubilee crawled into the front seat, exercising considerable
flexibility to do so. “How you know
Jean wit me?”
“I saw you
two leave together. So how long we got
before Red gets back?”
He sighed
and glanced at his watch. “Half an
hour. Ish.”
“Good,” she
said, a hint of a purr in her voice.
Without further adieu, she reached over and began unfastening Remy’s
jeans. “Quit squirming…this is
difficult enough as it is in broad daylight!”
“Cherie,
what you doin’?” he gasped as her fingers found his length. He looked around almost frantically and
found they were relatively alone, the street mostly deserted this hour of the
morning.
“Isn’tsn’t
been that long, has it?” she said, grinning.
“You were
pissed as Hell at me las’ I talk to you an now…” His words trailed off into an indistinguishable guttural as she
tightened her grasp and began stroking his now-hard length to fruition.
“Maybe,”
she said, slightly breathy, “I had a change of heart about some things and I
wanted to apologize for how I acted earlier…”
She bit her lip as a drop of moisture ran down her thumb to the back of han hand, spreading into the infinitesimal tracks of her skin.
“What kinda
things?” he asked, his eyes tightly closed.
“Oh…things,”
she sighed, shifting in her seat and bending, ducking the steering wheel to
take him into her mouth.
Remy hissed a breath between his
teeth at the first touch of her tongue on his member, the wet roughness of it
dragging across the seeping head as she took him deeper, drawing on him as scontcontinued to grasp and stroke the base of his arousal. Belatedly remembering where they were, his
eyes flew open and he glanced around the street. No one except two old ladies pushing a handcart laden with bags
of shopping were visible and Remy offered them a very strained smile as they
gazed at him curiously. “Bon matin,” he
muttered, willing them to go onward.
Jubilee giggled against him before she drew particularly hard, making
him arch and cry out sharply. The old
ladies exchanged disgusted glances and hurried onward. “Dat weren’t nice of ya,” he gasped.
“Who was it?” she askedeakieaking
away just enough to ask. “A nun?”
“Lil’ ol’ ladies,” he said,
fighting the urge to push her back to her ministrations. Jubilee snickered again and returned to her
task, saving him from temptation. He
felt the end nearing and bit down hard on his lip to keep from making any more
noise as she laved and nipped and drew and drew and drew on him, taking him in
as far as she could and making him want to push against her. His release was both a torment and relief as
she swallowed the evidence of their activities. He wanted to get to a nice comfortable bed immediately and return
the favor, but he knew that would have to wait at least until that night, when
they could be alone if she could get rid of Lilly again. When Jubilee finally sat back up, he asked,
“What kinda tings you be havin’ a change o’ heart about?”
“Oh,” she sighed, shaking her head,
“Let’s just say I was being stupid about something. Remy, I didn’t trust you because…well, I figured you’d found some
girl in town and were having a go at her…”
She looked away from his startled expression, her cheeks flaming red.
“Why you tink dat?”
“Don’t worry about it,” she said
softly. “I’d better get before Scott
notices his car’s gone,” she said hurriedly, sliding out of the car before Remy
could stop her. “Look, we can talkter.ter. Lilly’s gonna be shitting
kittens when I get back and I’ve got to figure out a way to ditch her…”
Remy nodded, seeing Jean rounding
the corner several blocks down.
“D’accord, cherie. Je t’aime.”
“Back atcha, babe.”
Lilly scrubbed absently at her
eyes, the skin around them still pink and tender from whatever it was Jubilee
had done to her earlier. Gone was her
demeanor of cool authority and abstract obedience to her family. Instead, she snarled “Time is short. We have to move faster! Jubilation is suspecting we’re not above
board!” Her accent was gone ase hee her
graceful movements of earlier.
The alleged Mrs. Lee sighed and
rolled her head on her shoulders, popping her neck. She, too, spoke without impediment, her voice without accent or
inflection as she said wearily, “We have to keep this up. If we can get the school to release her to
us without question, we have legal authority over her and she cannot be taken,
no matter who she complains to!”
“She won’t get to complain!” Lilly
snapped, coming to a halt in the middle of the hotel room. “She’s not human. Or rather she’s not normal…she did something to me earlier,
something strange…”
One of the supposed Lee cousins
snorted. “For all you know,” he said,
sounding every inch a Californian, “she just got you with flash paper or
something.”
“Troy, you are an idiot,” Lilly
said after a moment’s pause. “We h ver very little time left to complete this task and if we’re not back in Los
Angeles by next Wednesday…” she trailed off opening one hand palm-up and making
a slashing motion. “All of us…”
The old woman sighed again. “Lilly, you take too much on yourself. Back off the shadow act for a while and let
her think she’s secure…let her think things are cooling off and then we make
the grab when she’s relaxed and comfortable.”
Before Lilly’s mutinous expression could become words, the old woman
raised one hand and said in a thick Chinese accent, “Grandmother would very
much like to know Jubilation…”
A smile crinkled the corner of
Lilly’s eyes and Troy chuckled mirthlessly.
“Yes… You should get to know your granddaughter, eh, Shuang?” Lilly began pacing again and said, after a
moment of deliberation, “We lay off for today.
I told the old man in charge that we were meeting with lawyers today so
he won’t be looking for us to return any time soon. Tomorrow, you and Troy go back and play the whole long last
family bit. Find out all you can about
her and her life, anything we can use against her and that school should we
need to bluff a legal argument for her guardianship. Tell them I have a migraine or something and won’t be there, that
I’m resting here with grandfather.” She
smiled fully at Shuang. “Good
idea…”
“You look like Hell,” St John said
around a mouthful of cereal.
“Thanks. Love you, too,” Bobby mumbled, heading straight for the coffee
pot. “Guess who’s coming to dinner?”[1]
“If I guess right, what do I win?”
St John asked, pushing his cereal away and grinning knowingly.
“Not that,” Bobby said, almost
laughing. “Not this weekend anyway… Mom
and Dad want to meet you.”
“Huh?” St John almost fell out of his chair at the implications of that
statement. “Do they know? Did you tell them?” He found himself on his feet and gripping
Bobby’s forearms urgently. “How did
they find out? Are you okay?”
“Calm down!” Bobby fairly shouted
to be heard over his boyfriend’s babble.
“They don’t know about either secret…”
He gently pushed St John back towards the wooden chair he had
vacated. “I ended up spending the night
at the hotel with them last night,” he began.
“Yeah, thanks for calling,” St John
groused. “I was up all night, worried
sick…”
“You sound like an old woman,”
Bobby said, amused. “I spent the night
because they were worried about me here and wanted to try and convince me to go
to a school closer to home in Boston. I
ended up convincing them to let me stay because of my friends here…The only
reason they were worried was because they thought I was lonely or
something. Well, one thing led to
another and they want to meet my best friend…you…”
“You told them we were best
friends?” St John murmured, somewhere between confused and relieved.
“Well, no. I just told them there was someone here I am
very close to and care about a lot and they assumed…I kinda let them assume,
really.”
“Ah… And they’re coming here for dinner?”
“Actually, they want to take us out
somewhere.”
“Double dating with your
parents. Kinky.” St John had recovered his somewhat dark
sense of humor but it fell flat.
“We’re not dating. We’re two friends going out to dinner with
one friend’s parents. No holding hands,
no looks, no subtle hints…”
“I will be straight as an arrow,”
St John promised. “As soon as you tell
me how to do it.”
“Huh?”
“I’ve been gay my whole life…so
have you, may I point out…What’s the difference between acting gay and
straight, aside from the obvious? I
don’t dress in women’s clothes, I don’t act, as Evan calls it, flaming…So how
do I act straight?”
“Uh…Good question.”
“Well, when you figure out the
answer, let me know,” St John said, heading towards the rec room and the sounds
of morning talk shows.
“Shit,” Bobby said to the empty
room.
[1] Title of a
movie staring Sidney Poitier as the fiancé of a white girl from a very
conservative family. Quite a good
movie, actually…
ily ily Ties Chapter Nineteen (NC-17)
Disclaimers Apply
A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST
WOMAN ALIVE ™ and Prophetic Muse, time flies like an arrow, fruit flies like a
banana… InterNutter, TC and Maxwell
Pink are loverly and sparkly for archiving.
J ProPhile gets more belly dancing muses
because the last ones fizzled out mid Atlantic, I think. Tex, Ramsey and Jubilee get armadillos
because frankly, I’m overrun with the things.
They’re everywhere!
Readers/Reviewers: Thank you soooooooooooo much for reading! It makes me all gooshy inside…
Which is better than gooshy outside because I really would hate to be the
one stuck cleaning that up…
Remy felt
drained. Lack of coffee, lack of sleep,
and more information than he could possible handle in an hour and a half
combined to make him verge on the lethargic as he trudged back towards the car
to wait for Jean to finish her early morning shopping excursion. He really had no idea why she felt he was
the one to talk to about her problems with Scott, but he wanted to help as much
as he could, for the sake of friendship if nothing else. After hearing all she had to say, the best
he could do for the time being was to tell her let Scott have his temper
tantrum and not to let it phase her.
Keep with hern ton to go to school and work and try to get into college
early and let Scott sort himself out.
Jean, he reflected, did not seem too happy with this notion but did not
argue, which led him to spend half his appointment brooding over what he could
suggest to help the telekinetic as opposed to actually paying attention. Today ain’t gonna be pretty, he
sighed inwardly as he slouched behind the wheel of the car, resting his
forehead against the window in momentary exhaustion.
“Remy…”
“Gah!”
“Gah isn’t
a thieves’ noise,” Jubilee said dryly.
“Non, mais
it be de soun’ I make when I surprised…what de Hell you doin’ in here?” he
asked sotto voce, craning in his seat to fix Jubilee with a hard stare, pinning
her where she sat in the back seat of the car.
“Where your shadow?”
“Lilly is
indisposed,” she said efficiently. “And
I…borrowed…Scott’s car to…run some errands.”
Remy
frowned. “Dese erran’s got anythin’ ta
do wit me bein’ in town dis mornin’?”
Jubilee shrugged, ignoring the
question. “How long is Jean going to be
gone?”
Remy’s
frown deepened as Jubilee crawled into the front seat, exercising considerable
flexibility to do so. “How you know
Jean wit me?”
“I saw you
two leave together. So how long we got
before Red gets back?”
He sighed
and glanced at his watch. “Half an
hour. Ish.”
“Good,” she
said, a hint of a purr in her voice.
Without further adieu, she reached over and began unfastening Remy’s
jeans. “Quit squirming…this is
difficult enough as it is in broad daylight!”
“Cherie,
what you doin’?” he gasped as her fingers found his length. He looked around almost frantically and
found they were relatively alone, the street mostly deserted this hour of the
morning.
“Isn’tsn’t
been that long, has it?” she said, grinning.
“You were
pissed as Hell at me las’ I talk to you an now…” His words trailed off into an indistinguishable guttural as she
tightened her grasp and began stroking his now-hard length to fruition.
“Maybe,”
she said, slightly breathy, “I had a change of heart about some things and I
wanted to apologize for how I acted earlier…”
She bit her lip as a drop of moisture ran down her thumb to the back of han hand, spreading into the infinitesimal tracks of her skin.
“What kinda
things?” he asked, his eyes tightly closed.
“Oh…things,”
she sighed, shifting in her seat and bending, ducking the steering wheel to
take him into her mouth.
Remy hissed a breath between his
teeth at the first touch of her tongue on his member, the wet roughness of it
dragging across the seeping head as she took him deeper, drawing on him as scontcontinued to grasp and stroke the base of his arousal. Belatedly remembering where they were, his
eyes flew open and he glanced around the street. No one except two old ladies pushing a handcart laden with bags
of shopping were visible and Remy offered them a very strained smile as they
gazed at him curiously. “Bon matin,” he
muttered, willing them to go onward.
Jubilee giggled against him before she drew particularly hard, making
him arch and cry out sharply. The old
ladies exchanged disgusted glances and hurried onward. “Dat weren’t nice of ya,” he gasped.
“Who was it?” she askedeakieaking
away just enough to ask. “A nun?”
“Lil’ ol’ ladies,” he said,
fighting the urge to push her back to her ministrations. Jubilee snickered again and returned to her
task, saving him from temptation. He
felt the end nearing and bit down hard on his lip to keep from making any more
noise as she laved and nipped and drew and drew and drew on him, taking him in
as far as she could and making him want to push against her. His release was both a torment and relief as
she swallowed the evidence of their activities. He wanted to get to a nice comfortable bed immediately and return
the favor, but he knew that would have to wait at least until that night, when
they could be alone if she could get rid of Lilly again. When Jubilee finally sat back up, he asked,
“What kinda tings you be havin’ a change o’ heart about?”
“Oh,” she sighed, shaking her head,
“Let’s just say I was being stupid about something. Remy, I didn’t trust you because…well, I figured you’d found some
girl in town and were having a go at her…”
She looked away from his startled expression, her cheeks flaming red.
“Why you tink dat?”
“Don’t worry about it,” she said
softly. “I’d better get before Scott
notices his car’s gone,” she said hurriedly, sliding out of the car before Remy
could stop her. “Look, we can talkter.ter. Lilly’s gonna be shitting
kittens when I get back and I’ve got to figure out a way to ditch her…”
Remy nodded, seeing Jean rounding
the corner several blocks down.
“D’accord, cherie. Je t’aime.”
“Back atcha, babe.”
Lilly scrubbed absently at her
eyes, the skin around them still pink and tender from whatever it was Jubilee
had done to her earlier. Gone was her
demeanor of cool authority and abstract obedience to her family. Instead, she snarled “Time is short. We have to move faster! Jubilation is suspecting we’re not above
board!” Her accent was gone ase hee her
graceful movements of earlier.
The alleged Mrs. Lee sighed and
rolled her head on her shoulders, popping her neck. She, too, spoke without impediment, her voice without accent or
inflection as she said wearily, “We have to keep this up. If we can get the school to release her to
us without question, we have legal authority over her and she cannot be taken,
no matter who she complains to!”
“She won’t get to complain!” Lilly
snapped, coming to a halt in the middle of the hotel room. “She’s not human. Or rather she’s not normal…she did something to me earlier,
something strange…”
One of the supposed Lee cousins
snorted. “For all you know,” he said,
sounding every inch a Californian, “she just got you with flash paper or
something.”
“Troy, you are an idiot,” Lilly
said after a moment’s pause. “We h ver very little time left to complete this task and if we’re not back in Los
Angeles by next Wednesday…” she trailed off opening one hand palm-up and making
a slashing motion. “All of us…”
The old woman sighed again. “Lilly, you take too much on yourself. Back off the shadow act for a while and let
her think she’s secure…let her think things are cooling off and then we make
the grab when she’s relaxed and comfortable.”
Before Lilly’s mutinous expression could become words, the old woman
raised one hand and said in a thick Chinese accent, “Grandmother would very
much like to know Jubilation…”
A smile crinkled the corner of
Lilly’s eyes and Troy chuckled mirthlessly.
“Yes… You should get to know your granddaughter, eh, Shuang?” Lilly began pacing again and said, after a
moment of deliberation, “We lay off for today.
I told the old man in charge that we were meeting with lawyers today so
he won’t be looking for us to return any time soon. Tomorrow, you and Troy go back and play the whole long last
family bit. Find out all you can about
her and her life, anything we can use against her and that school should we
need to bluff a legal argument for her guardianship. Tell them I have a migraine or something and won’t be there, that
I’m resting here with grandfather.” She
smiled fully at Shuang. “Good
idea…”
“You look like Hell,” St John said
around a mouthful of cereal.
“Thanks. Love you, too,” Bobby mumbled, heading straight for the coffee
pot. “Guess who’s coming to dinner?”[1]
“If I guess right, what do I win?”
St John asked, pushing his cereal away and grinning knowingly.
“Not that,” Bobby said, almost
laughing. “Not this weekend anyway… Mom
and Dad want to meet you.”
“Huh?” St John almost fell out of his chair at the implications of that
statement. “Do they know? Did you tell them?” He found himself on his feet and gripping
Bobby’s forearms urgently. “How did
they find out? Are you okay?”
“Calm down!” Bobby fairly shouted
to be heard over his boyfriend’s babble.
“They don’t know about either secret…”
He gently pushed St John back towards the wooden chair he had
vacated. “I ended up spending the night
at the hotel with them last night,” he began.
“Yeah, thanks for calling,” St John
groused. “I was up all night, worried
sick…”
“You sound like an old woman,”
Bobby said, amused. “I spent the night
because they were worried about me here and wanted to try and convince me to go
to a school closer to home in Boston. I
ended up convincing them to let me stay because of my friends here…The only
reason they were worried was because they thought I was lonely or
something. Well, one thing led to
another and they want to meet my best friend…you…”
“You told them we were best
friends?” St John murmured, somewhere between confused and relieved.
“Well, no. I just told them there was someone here I am
very close to and care about a lot and they assumed…I kinda let them assume,
really.”
“Ah… And they’re coming here for dinner?”
“Actually, they want to take us out
somewhere.”
“Double dating with your
parents. Kinky.” St John had recovered his somewhat dark
sense of humor but it fell flat.
“We’re not dating. We’re two friends going out to dinner with
one friend’s parents. No holding hands,
no looks, no subtle hints…”
“I will be straight as an arrow,”
St John promised. “As soon as you tell
me how to do it.”
“Huh?”
“I’ve been gay my whole life…so
have you, may I point out…What’s the difference between acting gay and
straight, aside from the obvious? I
don’t dress in women’s clothes, I don’t act, as Evan calls it, flaming…So how
do I act straight?”
“Uh…Good question.”
“Well, when you figure out the
answer, let me know,” St John said, heading towards the rec room and the sounds
of morning talk shows.
“Shit,” Bobby said to the empty
room.
[1] Title of a
movie staring Sidney Poitier as the fiancé of a white girl from a very
conservative family. Quite a good
movie, actually…