Chapter 1~ I am not one to appease people... but I couldn't resist. I decided to do a rewrite, and will amp up the rating. This will be the only scene of it's type, despite the rating. ~WishingToWrite
Disclaimer: I do not own Warehouse 13, nor do I profit from the publication of it's fanfiction in any way.
A New Years Eve party at the bar in town had gotten way out of hand. I wasn't legally allowed to drink, but I could break into the warehouse, compared to that, getting into a bar was child's play. I had been required to steer clear of Pete, who managed to remain sober, but Myka had no reservations when it came to drinking at a party, so Pete took her home after one too many Daiquiri's. As soon as I was able to come out of hiding with my Coors, which around my 3rd beer I nicknamed "Calvie" I set out with mingling. Soon enough I found Jinxy harboring what looked to be his 2nd martini at the bar.
Showing the bartender my ID I set out to start a conversation with Jinx.
"You don't strike me as the "martini" type. Maybe a beer, but a martini?" I commented in a drunk attempt to converse with my BFFEWYLION.
"Claude, aren't you nineteen?" he asked.
"I broke into the warehouse. A fake ID was child's play."
"Claude," he said in what would be a warning tone had he not been stoned.
"Aw, come on, don't be a party pooper." I begged, sincerely hoping that he wouldn't tell Artie.
"Fine, but just this once." he said giving in.
A half an hour, three martini's and two+ beers later I asked him a question that I had been previously pondering.
"Jinxy?" I prompted him for my next statement. "Because of the metronome we can feel each other's pain, right?"
He nodded.
"So can we feel other things as well?" I asked, "Like coldness, heat... or climax?" I added the last as a drunk afterthought. "I wonder what it would feel like to feel your orgasm, on top of my own?"
He shrugged downing his fifth martini. "I don't know."
"You want to test that theory." I suggested seductively, the beer giving my hand a mind of it's own, brushed his crotch. I was highly embarrassed, but I didn't let it show.
He looked hesitant. "Your nineteen, I think of you as my little sister, and I'm gay."
"Nothing has to change." I tempted. "Just an illicit hookup."
"Once... Just to test your theory." he agreed, holding his jacket at his waist and heading to the warehouse.
I kissed up his neck as I bounced up and down on him cowgirl style. All clothes had been discarded but my black top hat and bow tie necklace.
I started going faster as my climax approached, being pulled into a state of lustful euphoria as I could feel his release as well through my still climaxing sex.
I woke up in my Little Rock apartment. Every once and a while I still had flashbacks from the night, but they were less and less often as it passed over five years since I had seen Myka, Steve, Pete, or Artie.
Falling back into my daily routine I took a shower, got dressed, readied Jacob for the up and coming day, and began breakfast before realizing it was time to wake Jacob up.
"Five more minutes mommy." he complained swatting a hand to tell me to go away.
"But I made bacon." I said, knowing that would wake him up.
"Bacon?" he shot straight up in the bed at the mention of the word reminding me of Pete.
I passed him his clothes, "Get dressed, then come and get your breakfast."
He raced to put on his clothes, and a few minutes later he was scarfing down his breakfast.
"Mrs. Randolph is going to have to pick you up today, I have to work late, try to be nice to Susie." I told him as we gathered his stuff to begin our walk to the bus stop.
I ate my breakfast much more slowly than usual, I didn't have to be to work until 11:30, and it was only 8:45. Sitting on the sofa I turned on the news.
"Breaking News:" Sara Gardener's voice evenly exclaimed. "Two armed men broke into Acorn Leaf Elementary" my ears perked up at the mention of my son's elementary school, "And broke into a kindergarten classroom injuring 12 students, but no deaths occurred, names are not to be announced at this time, but we'll keep you updated."