Description: John and crew go on vacation to see a friend, and John comes home with quite the huge souvenir.
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A/N: There may be mistakes. I don't care. I tried. I hope you enjoy. Also, comments are greatly appreciated.
“Where are we, Jess?” John said almost distractedly as he stared out the passenger side window of his friend’s car. His wasn’t good enough to make the trip from New York to North Carolina, where their childhood friend Joey had moved to just one year ago. “I don’t think we’re anywhere near Joey’s house.” He hadn’t actually looked at his friend since he’d begun speaking.
“I know exactly where we are, John. Okay? Just don’t worry your pretty little head about this, alright?” Jesse replied with the usual sarcastic bite in his words. Anyone but his best friend John would have been hurt at the words, but he knew better. Jesse had gotten them lost and was secretly very stressed about it.
“Alright, then.” John said, finally looking at his friend. There were tight lines stretched across his forehead. The same lines that appeared when he was asked to answer a question in class, but hadn’t been paying attention to what the teacher said. Or when he was speaking to a beautiful girl. “Where are we?”
“We,” he said none too confidently, “are in North Carolina. Out in the sticks.”
“You don’t know where we are at all do you?”
“He doesn’t know where we are” Mark piped up from the back seat.
John jumped in his seat. “ I thought you were asleep, Mark”
“Well, I was, but dear Eddie here has slammed my head into the window.”
“I couldn’t stand you laying on me anymore. You were getting me all covered in drool.”
“HEY! I do NOT drool.”
“Whatever, man. Look at my shirt and say you don’t drool!”
“Listen,” John finally said, cutting off the little argument, “we need to find a house and ask someone for directions. Before we get even more lost.”
“Fine.” He said, dejectedly. “But you can go in and ask. I’ll stay out here. I shouldn’t have to ask. You know, because you were supposed to be helping me find my way!”
“Alright, Jess. I’ll go.” John knew well and good that Jesse was hiding his general upsetness with anger. They had all taken great pains to convince their parents that they could do this. Well, Eddie’s hadn’t cared a lot, but everyone else’s had. He didn’t want to admit to himself that he couldn’t do this. Knowing Jesse, he would be agonizing over how he’d never be able to survive alone if he couldn’t even follow Joey’s detailed directions. And what if he couldn’t finish college?
“It’ll be okay, Jess. We’ll make it” John said soothingly.
Jesse looked a little bit more relaxed after that.
“Look, Jess!” Mark said. “There’s a house. Pull in there.” So he did.
The house was large and white and oh-so-typical of the area it was in. It needed shutters. But still, there was something about it that made John’s stomach tighten as though he were about to encounter something painful...or something else. It was indescribable. Not painful, and not pleasurable either. He’d never felt that way before, and he wasn’t sure he liked it.
“I’ll make it quick, alright, guys?” He didn’t want to go in there, but the sooner he did, the sooner they’d be back on track and then arrive at Joey’s.
He felt foolish at the absurd feeling of dread that had settled solidly in his stomach. He was a man. He was about to enter his junior year of college. He knew it was childish, but still...He rang the bell quite a few times, and was just about to leave when he heard faint footsteps from inside. A boy appeared there in the doorway, dark eyes shining with innocence. The feeling in his stomach intensified ten fold. “Oh! Are you alright? You look a little sick,” his voice was not very deep and was extremely quiet, but John didn’t miss a single word of what he said. “Come in, come in!” He stepped aside with feminine grace, the movement concentrated mainly in his hips. John stepped inside.
“Uh, thanks.” John said as he was handed a glass of water poured from a pitcher the boy had taken out of the refrigerator.
“No problem. Um, I’m sorry I didn’t come to the door right away. I was listening to some music. I guess I had it up a little too loud.” He sounded a bit nervous. Nevertheless, the Southern drawl that clung so sensually to the words was still positively intoxicating. “Is there something I can help you with? Oh, by the way, my name’s Adam” He said, holding a slender hand out in introduction.
“I’m John.” He took the hand that was held out for him and shivered involuntarily as he felt the little sparks of electric attraction, which he wanted so badly to ignore. The kid couldn’t be old enough for him to be lusting after him like this. Luckily, he didn’t seem to notice the shiver. He was too busy keeping his gaze on the floor and on his own sock clad feet, trying to hide the blush that had crept into his pale cheeks.
John finally tore his eyes away from Adam’s slender body, which he had been unwillingly ravishing with his eyes. He had to get out of here, and fast. “Oh yeah. Um, we’re-me and my friends-we’re kinda lost.”
“Are you visiting a friend? How long are you gonna be here?”
“Yeah. We’re going to be here for four days.”
“ Okay. Where are you from? It’s not often I get to see people that don’t come from here. Come to think of it, you don’t sound at all like a Southern man.” His sweet smile almost kept John from remembering that he had been born in, grown up in, and still lived in Long Island.
“Oh, uh, I’m from New York. Long Island.”
“Oh. I see. Does your friend live around here?”
“Yeah. Well at least that’s what Joey said. Well, actually, I’m not sure anymore.”
“Is his last name Roos, by any chance? My daddy knows this man down the road named Roos, and if I’m not mistaken, I believe he had a son named Joey.” Adam’s hand had traveled up to rest on John’s arm, just above the elbow. And even though it would normally have been nothing to John, he could feel the heat of the touch burning through to the very bone, with the warmth spreading pleasantly throughout his body.
“Yeah, his name’s Roos. So I guess we almost got to his house even with being painfully lost. So how do we get there?” He talked merely to distract himself from Adam’s closeness and the fact that he wanted him to be a lot closer.
Adam removed his hand from John’s arm and smiled again. “Okay. Now listen carefully. It is very difficult to find your way there from here.” Sarcasm, much? “You have to turn right at the end of my driveway. Then you keep going until you get to the stop sign at the end of the road. When you get there, turn right again. His is the fourth house on the left. I hope you enjoy your visit, by the way.”
He resented that Adam sounded so much like a tour guide suddenly, and less like a (sadly) young boy. He took both fine boned hands into his. “Thank you very much, Adam.” He really wasn’t feeling that thankful. He did, however, feel dread twisting in stomach at the thought of leaving the boy. Any excuse for touching him was one that he’d gladly take. For a moment, they stood and gazed at one another, getting lost in it. “I guess I should go. My friends are waiting.” It was absurd, feeling so attached to someone he’d just met. He led the way to the door.
“John. Before you go...”John waited patiently, not entirely willing to leave anyway. Adam seemed at a loss for words for a moment. “You can come back here, you know, it you want to. It gets kinda lonely when my parents are out. You don’t have to, but if you’re not busy with your friends, I would like to see you again.” The whole time Adam spoke, he kept his gaze directed at his feet, only venturing quick glances up at John every now and then. John’s heart skipped a beat.
“Sure. I will if I can.” He managed to choke out. He wanted to cry. Adam sounded so lonely.
“Great.” Adam said with a tiny half-smile. “But in case you don’t.....” He closed the gap between them and placed one hand on each shoulder. Then, Adam leaned up and planted a kiss in the corner of John’s mouth. John briefly wondered if it counted as a real kiss. “It was nice to meet you, John.” And just like that, he released John and his heart began to beat properly again.
“Bye,” was all he could manage to say as he walked out the door, not knowing if he would ever see the lovely boy he’d just met again.
He said nothing as he got in the car, just gave Jesse the directions to Joey’s house and stared out the window as the typical white house that needed shutters slowly disappeared from view.
Adam’s stomach clenched tightly as the car sped away. He could see John looking towards his house as he was carried farther away from it. Slowly, his senses came back to him and he found himself almost pressed against the screen door that John had left through, with both hands clenched into fists so tight, the knuckles were becoming white. He needed a cigarette, so he stepped out onto the porch and reached into his pocket to retrieve his nearly empty pack. Just two left. He made a mental note to go get some before it got too late. Otherwise, he’d pity the poor fool that had to deal with him in the morning. He was alright for the moment, however. He finally dug out the book of matches from his pocket and lit the cigarette that was waiting in his lips.
The cool evening breeze felt nice as he sat alone on the porch swing with his father’s black lab at his feet. He decided to go ahead and smoke the last cigarette. After all, he could go to the store at any time. After finishing, he got up and went inside to get his shoes and the keys to his mom’s car. Then Adam went to the store and picked up his cigarettes, along with a pint of Ben and Jerry’s ice cream. If he had to spend the night alone, it better be worth it. He had to have something to distract himself from the man that had come to his door looking for directions. He’d probably scared him off asking all of those questions like that. He never had had luck with men....
It was John’s last night in North Carolina, and he was not enjoying it one bit. He hadn’t been able to stop thinking about Adam and had been acting spacey the whole time he was supposed to be enjoying his visit with Joey. Finally, he’d decided to spare his friends the effort of dealing with him and stayed at Joey’s house while the others went to a party. After sitting around pretending to read one of Joey’s Dungeons and Dragons books, he finally decided to go to Adam’s house. He knew he’d never forgive himself if he didn’t go to him.
Adam was sprawled across the couch with a cigarette in his mouth when he heard a knock at the door. He nearly fell off and broke his neck when he heard it. He out the cigarette out and went to the door trying to straighten his clothes and pseudo-damp hair as he did so. He had the shock of his life when he opened the door and saw John standing there in the doorway, a crooked grin on his face. The grin disappeared once John saw the boy standing before him and was replaced with a look that said desire.
Neither boy said a word as John entered the house, or as John closed the ten foot gap that regardless, felt much too large between them. Neither boy made a sound as John wrapped his arms around Adam’s waist in a passionate and loving embrace and pressed his lips gently to his forehead. Neither boy spoke as Adam led John up the stairs and into his bedroom, where no boy but he had ever stepped foot.
John gently urged Adam back to his bed so that he ended up falling onto his back when the backs of his knees hit the bed. John protected him by cushioning the back of his head with one hand, making sure that he didn’t hit the bed too hard. The kisses became increasingly heated as their clothing was slipped off and discarded with the abandon that only lovers have on the floor. Each boy could feel the burning from the other’s hands and was eager to continue feeling that. John ran his hands up Adam’s sides and down his chest to rest on his waist. All the while, he never took his lips away from Adam’s. Adam had wrapped his legs around John’s waist and was pressing his hips against John’s. His back began to arch and John felt sure that he would pass out from the intensity of the pleasure that rolled through his body.
Finally, when he could wait no longer, John reached over to the night stand and pushed down the head of the lotion bottle so he could use it as lube. He first prepared Adam with his fingers and was immediately aware of the fact that Adam had never done this before. After he felt that Adam was ready, he put the rest of the lotion on himself and pushed in slowly and gently. Adam whimpered and squirmed and clung desperately to John’s shoulders. After, a while his back began to arch again and he kissed all over John’s neck. His sweet eagerness made John smile to himself. Adam made tiny, quiet noises as John increased his speed and he ran his hands through John’s hair, occasionally gripping handfuls of it tightly.
When they had finished, John saw that Adam’s cheeks were quite flushed and his eyes were glazed over and heavy-lidded. He snuggled close to John’s side and rested his head on John’s chest. John wrapped his arms around his impossibly thin body and kissed the top of his head. They were nearly asleep when John whispered, “I’m going back to New York tomorrow, Adam. Do you want to come with me?”
Adam kissed John’s chest and said, “Yes, I’d like that very much.”