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AFTER MIDNIGHT (NC-17)
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fan fiction other than getting my ya-yas from writing it. ;)

A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies and BUSIEST
WOMAN ALIVE ��more slash! Hootie
hoo! Yes, dear readers, this is
slash. Sweaty, gropey, sticky
slash. Males engaging in sexual
intercourse. If you don�t like that
sort of thing, go away please thank you.
Now, to those of you still reading�*g *
Let the fun begin, lol�

Jamie had a secret, one he hoped to
hide for as long as possible. He
wanted, desired, lusted after other males.
He had for many, many years. It
was his darkest secret, one he was finding more and more difficult to
keep. He still liked girls, but not
nearly as much. Girls, he thought to
himself as he pretended not to watch Bobby and Scott work on the Jeep, are nice
and soft to touch. They always smell
nice and feel nice and look nice, sort of a primal pull to his Y-chromosome, he
mentally noted, but they just did not do it for him like guys did. He had experimented with girls a few times
and really enjoyed himself, but his thoughts always returned to his male
teammates, their angularity as opposed to female curves, their hard muscles and
hair-roughened limbs, the smell of sweat beneath soap and aftershave, the
timbre of their voices� He sighed
inwardly, shifting his gaze as Scott turned to face him. Jamie had become expert in hiding the
direction of his glances, the quality of his expressions, over the years. When he first realized that he fancied males
as well as females, he had not thought it was such a big deal. It wasn�t until he was removed from the
overwhelming oppression of his father�s house and put briefly into foster care
at age twelve that he found out what homophobia was, that guys who liked other
guys, even a little, were often mocked for it and sometimes worse. He still had a scar on his chin, just where
it curved to his throat, from learning that hard lesson. After that, he became very careful about whom
he fancied and how he did it. The Institute
was maddening when he first arrived in the full throes of puberty. Nubile females and burgeoning males
tormented him without knowing it and he became withdrawn, cowering in shadows
and corners both out of fear of his own mutation and fear of his body�s
responses to the nearness of his new found friends. So far, he knew that Bobby was aware of his bent because he was
of the same mind, as was St John. The
only two guys here that might vaguely be interested and they�re a committed
couple. Well, can�t grudge �em
happiness where they find it� He
pretended to be fully interested in a row of paint cans as Kitty bounced into
the garage. Don�t talk to me�please�
�Hey, Jamie,� she said
brightly. She stopped directly beside
him and smiled, waiting for him to respond.
�Hey, Kit. What�s up?�
He felt Scott and Bobby looking their way and sighed. Kitty was off limits, everyone knew. She was Kurt�s and if he ever got tired of
her, Piotr was waiting in line.
�I was just wondering if you�re
free tonight? Kurt and I are going to a movie and we wanted to know if you�d be
interested in making it a double date.�
�Oh?� Scott asked from the under
the hood of the Jeep. �Which girl you trying to hook poor Jamie up with?�
Kitty turned and frowned and stuck
out her tongue at the older teenager. �For your information, I�m not trying to
hook him up with anybody! Rahne just
happened to want to see the same movie Kurt and I want to see and we figured it�d
be nice if we had four people instead of three,� she said lamely.
Jamie forced a smile. Rahne had been one of the ones he
experimented with and things had never been quite the same between them. They were still friends, but there was a
hunger in her actions now that made him uncomfortable, a neediness in her words
that made him aware she was not the one for him every time he saw her. �Thanks, Kit, but I�ve got plans.�
�Oh?� three voices asked as one,
all sounding incredulous.
Yep. Me, a Playgirl and a box of Kleenex. �I�ve got tons of college applications to
start filling out and that SAT form to finish�� He shrugged. �You know
how it is.�
Kitty nodded sympathetically. As
one of the resident brains, she had her share of tedious forms and test anxiety
to deal with. �Okay, well, keep next
Friday open! We�re all going out again
then!� She threw a wave in the
direction of the duo under the hood and continued her bouncing gait into the
house through the mudroom door.
�College applications?� Bobby
muttered a few minutes later as he joined Jamie near the utility sink, washing
the grease from his hands as Scott finished up some minute repairs. �That wasn�t obvious at all, was it?�
Jamie rolled his eyes. �Best I could do. She�s been trying to find
me a girlfriend for almost six months now.
I�m he new project since you and St John came out!�
Bobby laughed softly, shooting a
glance at Scott as he slammed the hood shut.
�We�re going to one of the friendly bars in town tonight. Want to come with? Maybe find you someone to dance with?�
Jamie shook his head. �Nah.
I always feel weird there. Like
being vaguely bi is a sin��
�Just because that one guy said
something�� Bobby had been witness to
Jamie�s one failed attempt to join the local gay scene. When the young man he had hooked up with at
the club found out he was still a little interested in girls, Jamie had been
treated to an outburst the likes of which few had ever seen and was left
feeling more withdrawn and confused than ever.
�It�s not just that,� he lied. �I just don�t want to hook up with a
stranger, you know?�
Bobby sighed. �I understand. Look, if you change your mind, we�re not leaving until nine. Lemme know, okay?�
Jamie nodded and offered a smile as
Bobby departed to shower off the rest of the car grease and grime. Scott was
wiping off the hood of the Jeep, polishing away greasy fingerprints with a shop
cloth that had seen better days as someone�s t-shirt. His back was to Jamie so the younger teenager felt safe in
indulging his urge to stare. He�d
kill me if he knew. I can�t help it,
though. He�s very lust-worthy in that uptight kind of way. He�s probably got some inner James Dean
thing going on, a Rebel Without a Cause side he doesn�t want anyone to
know about. He groaned inwardly
then, a mental picture of Scott wearing a leather jacket and not much else
searing across his mind and making a certain portion of his anatomy stir. I�ll bet he�s a great kisser, what with
those full lips�He�d probably taste like peppermint. I think that�s what Jean said he tasted like. Jamie felt a little twinge of
guilt. Jean was one of his best friends
and the realization that he was fantasizing about her almost-fiance was a bit
upsetting, but that feeling did not last long.
Scott dashed some sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand and
sighed. His t-shirt was clinging to his
back where the sweat had run and Jamie was fairly certain it was just as clingy
across his chest. The garage was hot in
the late July afternoon and Scott seemed to have forgotten Jamie�s presence,
for he shed his shirt with a sigh, sending it flying over the windshield of the
Jeep and into the open top. Oh, God
loves me, Jamie sighed. Scott was
dappled with moisture, his back as tanned as the rest of him and faintly corded
with muscles that shifted with each movement he made. And he seemed, Jamie thought, to be making an awful lot of
them. He stretched across the hood of
the car, fiddling with the windshield wipers and muttering under his breath as
Jamie watched. This isn�t good for
the old libido� Be good. He�s your friend. He�s the boyfriend of one of your best friends. Don�t think of how that back would feel
under your hands, how his chest would feel against yours, how his legs would
feel, how his mouth and fingers and�down boy!
He was horribly, painfully aroused.
Blushing furiously, Jamie turned away from Scott and faced the sink as the
other teenager turned to face him. �Jamie! You�re too quiet. Something wrong?�
God, is he coming closer? Stop thinking lewd thoughts. Think about Mel Gibson or someone safe and
unattainable and not here and not so close and gah! �No, just�thinking��
Scott laughed and turned the sink
on full blast, scooping a handful of liquid Lava soap onto his palms. �What�s her name?� he teased.
�Huh? No one�� Don�t look at
me, don�t look at me�
�Dude, you�re blushing. You�re all distracted and now you�re
fidgeting. What�s the girl�s name who�s
got you so hot and bothered?�
�No girl. I swear.� Jamie busied
himself with a box of screws that seemed to need organizing, the irony not lost
on him.
�Sure, man, whatever,� Scott
laughed, elbowing him in the ribs as he scrubbed under his nails. �Nothing wrong with a crush you know.�
�I don�t have a crush,� he lied,
shuffling the screws from one side of the container to the other.
�I�m just saying, it�s nothing to
be ashamed of. C�mon�I know there�s
somebody. Who is it? There�s gotta be a reason you keep blowing
Kitty off when she tries to fix you up.
Even Jean�s started talking about finding you a woman.�
Jamie sighed and shoved the box
back into place. �Scott, believe me
when I say there is no woman on my mind.
None. Not even a little bit.�
�Then what�s got you all twitchy?�
he asked, shutting off the water and becoming serious, his hands dripping all
over the counter for lack of a towel.
�School stuff,� he lied again.
�Jamie,� Scott said seriously, �you
can tell me if you�re having a problem, you know. I�ll try and help you any way I can.�
Don�t say that. You�re making it worse. Jamie did not
really know how deep his crush on Scott was until that moment, before always
thinking of it as something boyish and fun to fantasize about. In one golden spark of insight, though, he
realized that he wanted more than fantasy from Scott and wanted to garner that
pleasure desperately. The insight only
brought a spike of depression, though. What am I thinking? Straight arrow Scott would never, ever, ever
even consider this. Jamie, you�re
twisted. Go out with Bobby and St John, pick up some guy slumming from
Manhattan, have it off and move on with life. �Nothing�s wrong that you can help me with, Scott. I mean it.� He could not look at his friend
as he pushed past him to go into the house, relishing the brief, rough contact
of his arm against Scott�s bare chest.
He found St John before he found
Bobby and told him that he would meet them in front of the bar at nine, to wait
for him there. St John only looked
mildly surprised, Jamie�s tone of conviction uncharacteristic and bitter. �Sure man,� St John said. �You sure you don�t want to ride with?�
�I�m sure,� Jamie said over his
shoulder as he strode to his room. �I�ll
meet you there.� He did not want to say
it aloud, but he did not really want the rest of the people in the house to
know he was going out with the resident gay couple. It�s one thing for the girls to tag along to a gay bar, no one
thinks anything of it. I�m just not
ready for rumors yet. This is my secret
to dwell on for a little while longer.

A/N Next chapter, Jamie/OC, among others, lol�.
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