Okay, just to clear it up: THEY ARE NOT COUSINS. They are 'friends'. At the beginning they are tennish..? Somewhere around there. :)

The young Alexander ran around his Grandmother's mansion, swinging his teddy bear about and laughing lightheartedly.

"You can't catch me, Jagger!" he screamed gleefully as the blonde chased him, yelling, "Yes I can, Alex!"

Alexander passed Grandmother, who smiled at the young boys' antics and said, "Stop running, dears!"

Alexander stopped and immediately pulled his long-sleeved black and white striped shirt's sleeve around his fist and shoved it into his mouth, blushing. The blonde came behind him peeked over his shoulder, his face red, too.

"Sorry, Grandmother," Alexander's voice came out muffled by the fabric. Jagger mumbled something, clutching at Alexander's shirt.

"It's okay. Just don't run," she smiled and left the room.

Alexander sighed.

"Jag, how come you're scared of Grandmother?"

Jagger shook his head defiantly. "I'm not!"

Alexander turned around and hugged him, squishing cheek against cheek. He pulled back and grinned, flashing cute little fangs.

"Yeah, you are," he said, and Jagger hugged him closer, "Maybe just a little."

...Time Lapse of Five Years...

"Jag...oh!" Alexander gasped as Jagger slowly sucked on his neck, taking nibbles here and there.

Jagger pulled back, licking his lips, to admire his work; a hickey was already starting to form on the pale skin of his lover's neck. His hands were on both sides of the brunette's head, Alexander himself pressed against his bedroom wall. Alexander bit his lip, and looked hopefully at Jagger, wishing he would keep sucking. Instead, he ground his hips into the brunette's until he moaned.

"I love it when you do that..." Jagger murmured

"I know..." Alexander whispered, glancing down and smiling.

"Heh, shut up. You can't say anything," the blond giggled and rubbed Alexander's erection with a skinny-jean clad knee. Alexander bit his lip harder, trying not to make any noises.

A knock came at the door.

"Alexander, a young lady has come to see you," Jameson called.

"Uh... eh... um, can you... can you wait a m-moment?"

Alexander shoved Jagger away, ushering him to get under the bed. He poked his head out of the door, hoping the chick wouldn't want to come inside.

"Hello...?" he asked, willing his dick to deflate.

A very pretty girl stood beside the butler, blushing madly. She had long black hair in pigtails and a skimpy outfit on.

"Hello, I'm R-raven Madison," she got out.

Alexander gave her a strangled smile.

"What... er... can I do for you...?"

Raven gave him a note and turned on her heel, streaking down the hall. Jameson followed her.

Alexander let out a relieved sigh and closed the door, leaning against it, massaging his boner.

"Damn, that's sexy," Jagger said, peeking out from under the bed.

Alexander snorted and let go, the aching throb not giving a slight hint of letting up. He opened the note and watched Jagger crawl out of under the bed and come to stand beside him.

"Dear Alexander," he read aloud,

"I'm Raven. I go to school here in Dullsville, as I call it, and I've seen you around in town. I always thought you were completely gorgeous," Jagger's eyebrows knitted together, "I asked abot you and found out your name and address. I was wondering if you'd like to go on a date with me. If you would, call this number: 1-800-JACK OFF (A/N: Yes, it's real. Call it. It's so funny!)"

Jagger looked at his shocked boyfriend, "I don't have anything to worry about... right?"

"No, of course not, babe!" Alexander grinned.

We'll see about that, Raven thought as she watched the blond give Alexander a blowjob.