AN: Sort of spoilers for Scrubs season 6. Just spoilers for the kids, but nothing really major. Or was Sammy season 7? I can't remember...

Yes, I have stolen the characters from Scrubs to use for my own sick purposes! I stole their children!!

For some reason, I really like using kids that haven't really developed in fanfictions. Like with Harry Potter, I love slashing Albus Severus and Scorpius. Maybe it's because it's still a fanfiction while having yet undeveloped characters so I can make them out to be whatever I want. Hmm...yeah, that sounds about right.

I got obsessed with this pairing when I read a little drabbly ficlet thing here. It was the only one I could find, so I thought "Why don't I write one?" And so this was born. Hooray!

I crapped up the ending. I'm sorry, but I had a brain lapse. No, I'm not rewriting it. Because the crappiness will not change even if the words do. So, sorry.

Their ages, just so there's no confusion, are as follows:
Jack: 18
Sam: 15
Izzy: 16
Jennifer Dylan (JD): 15

The parents have ages too, but I don't feel like listing them. I may mention them from time to time, like I did with the original JD in here. Anyway, enough rambling. Hope you enjoyed my little Scrubs fic.

I knew I shouldn't think the way I did about Jack. The guy was like a brother to me, and you weren't supposed to stare like that at your brother, or have horribly erotic thoughts about them late at night when nobody was around. I knew that I shouldn't touch myself while thinking about it, too.

But just because I knew it didn't mean I could stop.

I wasn't supposed to stare at him in the locker room either, but it wasn't as if I could help it. I just repeatedly thanked God that I wore glasses, because I had to take them off in the shower. It wouldn't do to get an erection in the school showers, in front of all those guys. I was already one of the geekiest kids in school; I couldn't handle anymore bullying from being gay.

But, even though it caused me some grief, with having to watch him run and undress and shower…I looked forward to gym class every day. It was the only class I had ever had with Jack in high school, and I loved spending time with him. As far as I knew, he felt the same in that respect. After all, like I said, the guy was like a brother to me.

He was only about three years older, but it seemed like much more. He had filled out young, and became as fit as his father. I followed after my father in that I was just a scrawny little kid. Even though I was fifteen, I looked as if I hadn't hit puberty yet. It was a little embarrassing. I really wished I could be like Jack. He assured me I was still growing and I would get bigger if I worked at it, but I severely doubted that. After all, my dad was still skinny and lanky at forty-six years. And I had those genes…I wasn't getting bigger anytime soon.

Sometimes, Jack would walk to my next class with me from gym. I wondered if it was just from pity, since he could have easily hung out with his jock friends that were his own age instead of a geeky little sophomore with glasses. He assured me he wanted to, but I was skeptical. Then again, I was always skeptical. It was one of my endearing qualities.

When lunch rolled around, I couldn't have been happier. I lived with my dad and his girlfriend Carry most of the time, but occasionally went to my mom's for a weekend or holiday. Sometimes she just visited me, though, which I liked better because then we felt more like a family. Carry sort of ignored me most of the time, which was fine since I had no intention of acknowledging her presence. Anyway, my dad forgot to go grocery shopping during the week, and so we had nothing to eat for breakfast. He gave me some money to buy lunch, but going to school with an empty stomach made me yearn for food by the end of the first period. I had an unnaturally high metabolism, which might have explained why I was so skinny, and so going without food was not a very good idea.

I bought as much food as I could afford with the ten dollars my dad gave me and went to sit at my usual table. My two best friends, who usually sat with me, were missing. Probably up at the deli line getting subs; it took forever to get through that thing. Guess I was eating alone for the first half of lunch.

I dipped one of my fries in my ketchup and took a bite, grimacing. It was cold and soggy. Not that I expected any better; school lunches weren't exactly gourmet meals. I ate more anyway, because I was hungry. Besides, what this food lacked in taste, it more than made up for in filling you up. Or, rather, sitting heavily in your stomach so that you didn't even want to think about food anymore. That's the effect it had on me, at least.

Being alone at my table usually gave me time to think. Which wasn't a good idea, because my thoughts usually drifted to one thing: Jack Cox. It's not like I did it intentionally; it just sort of happened without my realizing it. This time it was about his hair.

Having parents like Perry and Jordan Cox led to some interesting hair. Jordan's rich brown pin-straight hair combined with Perry Cox's tight sandy curls led to light brown, wavy hair that he let hang down past his shoulders. Sometimes he pulled it back into a ponytail, too. Actually, he did that a lot. And it looked so unbelievably sexy on him…I've wanted to run my fingers through his hair so many times; I've had to physically sit on my hands a few times when we were hanging out together just to resist the urge.

My thoughts drifted again, now to his eyes. They were a blue-gray color that was simply breathtaking. I mean, looking at his parents, you could see where he got it. But for some reason, out of the entire family, I only liked Jack's eyes. I couldn't stare at them as much as the rest of him, though, because he usually noticed then. But when I was able to catch even a small glimpse of them…it made my entire day.

I sighed as I realized just how pathetic I was being. I would never have him, no matter how much I wanted him. And I did want him; very badly. I may have been a confused teenager, but not about this. I was never so sure about this. But I couldn't do anything about it. I knew that if I even tried anything-if I made any sort of move that betrayed my feelings for him-then he would leave and I wouldn't even be able to hang out with him as friends, and our grouped barbecues would become extremely awkward. It wasn't as if I could avoid him, our parents being such close friends. It just wasn't fair, though; why would I feel this way about him if I couldn't even do anything about it? Life was cruel and unfair. Suddenly, I didn't feel so hungry and pushed my tray away so I could lay my head in my arms on the table and feel sorry for myself for a while.

"Sammy, wake up!" My head snapped up as I heard the Latina-tinged voice of my first best friend Isabella Turk; Izzy for short. She sat down across from me on the bench and set her tray down in front of her. I glanced at her meal and found myself to be right; a cellophane-wrapped sub sat, along with a bottle of water. I almost laughed. Izzy had some crazy notion that she was fat, even though she was only a little overweight. Either way, she was always on some new diet that never seemed to work. But I guess she had to work harder; she didn't have a high metabolism like me and our other best friend.

"I wasn't sleeping," I protested, forcing a smile onto my face. I didn't want her to know I had been moping again. But she saw right through me; she'd always been able to.

"What's wrong, Sammy?" She asked, unwrapping her turkey sub and taking a huge bite of it. It tried to feign innocence, adopting a wide-eyed 'what could you be talking about?' expression, but she fixed me with one of her famous 'don't give me that shit' stares and I knew it was futile. Nobody could deny her when being given that look. She had probably gotten it from her mother. I had seen it enough times in both women to be suitably scared of all women for life. But then again, Carla Turk was scarier than the average woman. Uncle Turk assured me all women weren't as scary, but dealing with the people I did…that was really hard to believe.

"It's just…the same old thing," I sighed, hoping she would let it go. She wouldn't, of course. She was like her mother in that she pressed and pressed until I wanted to scream at her. I wouldn't, though; not because it would hurt her feelings, but because she would scream back. And, admittedly, she would probably make me cry. It just wasn't very manly to cry because a woman was yelling at you. Izzy laid down her sub and swallowed the one bite she had taken.

"It's about Jack again?" She asked, staring across the table and trying to get me to look at her. I kept my gaze firmly on the table. This was always a weird subject to talk to her about. She had accepted me being gay with absolutely no discretion, but I know our fathers always wanted us to end up together. Most of my life, I can remember my dad talking about what life would be like after Izzy and I were married, and he and Uncle Turk were in-laws. I know he was disappointed when I told him I would never end up with Izzy, but I knew he loved me and I knew he would never try to change me.

"Sammy, hon, you can't keep pining over him forever. What's the worst that can happen if you just take a shot?" For some reason, Izzy was under the impression that she was a shining fountain of infinite knowledge. But instead of offering different advice ever time, she simply said the same thing over and over, thinking that if she nagged then I would finally do what she wanted, I guess.

"Oh, I don't know, Izzy…" I couldn't keep the biting sarcasm from my voice. "I could lose him as a friend; my family might become alienated from his family; he might try to kick my ass; I might get an ass-beating from his dad; or worse, his mom; there might…"

"Okay, okay," she interrupted me. She took another bite of her sub and swallowed harshly. "I'm just trying to help. I hate seeing you so down, you know."

"Why's Sammy down?" My other best friend, Jennifer Dylan Cox, JD for short, sat down beside me, a tray of nachos piled high with synthetic cheese in the middle of her tray and a can of Mr. Pibb adorning the left corner. Izzy glared at it jealously before turning her attention back to JD.

"Same old thing," she said, before I could get a word in. She also had that weird habit of answering for me. It was scary, almost, how much like her mother she was. Uncle Turk said that having a baby with Aunt Carla may have been the worst thing he had ever done for the world; he had created a clone of his wife, and one was enough. Of course, he never said this when Aunt Carla or Izzy was around.

JD wrinkled her nose as she took a bit of her nachos. She offered me one, but I declined.

"Are you pouting over my brother again?" I nodded stiffly, wishing they could seriously just let it go. "I think you're too good for him. He's a meathead." I chalked that one up to sibling rivalry, since Jack was anything but a meathead. Besides being on the school football team, he maintained a 3.6 grade point average and was actually taking early college courses so he could study to be a doctor like his father. I thought it was funny that he wanted to follow in his father's footsteps, but it definitely wasn't unexpected. Jack idolized his father.

"I'm not pouting over him, JD," I mumbled, laying my head back down on the table. "And he's not a meathead. I've known him just as long as you have, and just as well." JD pursed her lips into a pout, taking another bite of her nachos. She grimaced.

"I think the cheese went bad," she said, crinkling her nose. Izzy snorted, continuing to eat her sub.

"It was never good to begin with," she said after swallowing. "It's synthetic cheese, know what that means? It means they made it out of crap and not milk. You'd probably live longer drinking battery acid." A smile crossed my face at the change of subject, even if it was the nutritional value of synthetic cheese. While they usually pushed things far further than was necessary, my friends did love me and sometimes got the hint. Though it was on very rare occasions, I was grateful every time.

"You're over-exaggerating, Izzy," JD said, scoffing. Nevertheless, she pushed the nachos away and stole my unfinished lunch. They ate most of their lunches in relative silence while I stared at a fascinating spot on the wall for the rest of the period. When the bell rang, I jumped and sat up quickly. Izzy and JD chuckled as they threw their trays away.

"Don't let this ruin your whole day," Izzy said, wrapping her arms around my neck and kissing me wetly on the cheek. I groaned in protest, wiping it away on my shirt. She knew how much I hated that and yet insisted on doing it all the time. She grinned at me.

"Don't forget, we're meeting at my house after school today for the movie. If you're late, we'll leave without you."

"Yeah, yeah," I said off-handedly, smiling. I knew they wouldn't leave without me. If necessary, they would wait and wait and maybe even just go to a later showing. They said all the time that if I was late they would go without me, but they never did. It made me happy that they valued my company that much.

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The end of the day couldn't come fast enough. I was plagued by my thoughts, despite Izzy's "words of wisdom". I couldn't stop the thoughts from coming. Hopefully, the movie would distract me. And if that didn't work, mindless video games were sure to do the trick. Since it was Friday, I wouldn't have to stop for hours. That should at least take a chunk and keep me distracted for a while.

So immersed in my thoughts about not thinking about Jack was I that I didn't notice someone sneak up behind me until I was grabbed around the neck and pulled into a headlock.

"Ack," I gasped, prepared to call for help, thinking it was a bully. But a friendly laugh told me that it was only Jack, messing around. "Jack, lemme go," I groaned, pulling at his arm desperately. Usually, he kept me in this kind of torture until I begged for mercy or said "uncle", but this time he simply let me go and walked in step next to me as I gasped for breath dramatically.

"What are you trying to do, kill me?" I rubbed my neck, but it actually didn't feel sore or anything. It just amused me to make him guilty, which he was…a little. He was hiding it under his amused smile, I was sure.

"If I killed you, Sammy, who'd I have to torture?" He grinned, reaching over and messing up my hair. I growled and tried to re-place it. Dad always told me a good hairstyle was the key to being popular in school. It hadn't worked so far, but it was a habit to keep my hair looking nice. Jack knew how particular I was about my hair, so this was his favorite attack spot.

"So, where are you off to on this fine Friday afternoon?" Jack said conversationally, peering over at me expectantly. I shrugged.

"I'm going to Izzy's house. She, JD, and I are going to see a movie." I frowned. "Didn't your sister tell you about that?" Jack laughed.

"Like JD tells me anything. She's so hell-bent on making me out to be some horrible, evil, older brother." He rolled his eyes. "Think she'll grow out of it?" I pretended to think.

"Did your dad and aunt ever grow out of it?" Jack laughed again, and it wasn't until then that I realized just how much I loved his laugh.

"Good point," Jack said, still smirking. "Hey, I've got a better idea than you going to see a movie with the dangerous duo. Come over and play video games with me. I'm dying to kick your ass in Unreal Tournament." I knew I shouldn't blow off Izzy and JD; I really did. But it was the same way I knew I shouldn't be attracted to Jack, and I knew I was a sad person for it. Izzy and JD would both give me grief about it later, but that didn't really cross my mind.

"Sure," I said, my smile stretching into a wide grin. Even though I considered the girls to be my best friends, I never passed up time to spend with Jack.

I really loved the Cox residence, and enjoyed going over there to visit both JD and Jack, which was often. The place was my third home, besides Uncle Turk and Aunt Carla's place. Uncle Perry had once lived in a penthouse apartment, I was told, but had decided to move shortly after they had JD. Apparently, a penthouse apartment wasn't good enough to raise two children.

They didn't move far; barely a mile away. But it was a really nice house. It had two floors, about three full bathrooms and one half bathroom in the guest room, a den and a living room, a basement which had been turned into a game room and completely covered in carpet so it was nice and cushy, and a huge dining room with an adjacent state-of-the-art kitchen. I wondered, vaguely, who used that kitchen. I had never seen Uncle Perry or Aunt Jordan cook. Maybe they had a hired cook…but they were never they when I was. Somehow, though, they never ran out of food. Not synthetic, store-bought crap, actual food. It was voodoo magic, it was. But I wasn't complaining

Jack and I went down to the basement and turned on the Playstation 2. He handed me a controller, which I gripped probably a little tighter than necessary. I wasn't the biggest fan of Unreal Tournament, but it was one of the only multiplayer games Jack owned so we usually played it when I came over. I could never get the hang of switching the weapons, though, so whenever I ran out of ammo I would just keep shooting the same thing for at least another minute before realizing I wasn't actually killing anything. And the weapons that had no ammo were worse, because they took so long to actually swing and by the time you killed one guy about a million more were attacking you and you were pretty screwed.

For a while, things went normally. We were playing "capture the flag", so I didn't have to worry about too many enemies. My toughest opponent was Jack, and he usually didn't completely massacre me. He left me a little room to escape if I needed to. He tried to make it look like an accident, but I saw through it. I don't think he realized that he was too good at this game to let someone like me get any sort of advantage at all.

After playing for a while, though, I began to notice I was actually starting to win. His character was just sort of wandering around and not even attacking me very much. And he wasn't organizing his guys very well, so capturing the flag wasn't very hard at all. I frowned. I knew this wasn't by accident. I sucked at this game and Jack ruled. I glanced over at him, and actually caught him looking at me. He looked back to the screen quickly, trying to look like he was playing the entire time, but he was caught. I paused the game and put the controller down on the floor.

"Is there something you want to say, Jack?" I asked, looking up at him curiously. Whatever he wanted to say, it must have been pretty big, since he usually wasn't distracted from video games by mere thoughts. He dropped his controller on the ground and looked over at me seriously.

"Uh…well, the thing is, I was talking to my sister a while ago…"

"You talked with JD?" I said jokingly. I couldn't help it; after the conversation from earlier about the sibling rivalry, poking fun at them communicating at all was just a gimme joke. He smiled a little at the joke before his face fell serious again.

"Yes," he said. "And she told me something…about you…that I think we should talk about." I felt my heart stop in my chest. She didn't…she wouldn't do that to me, would she? She wouldn't tell him my secret, she was my best friend; she was supposed to keep this stuff to herself.

"O-okay," I said, swallowing. I tried to calm down and rationalize, thinking it could easily be about something else. I couldn't think of anything else it could be, but it could be something else. It had to be, because he couldn't know about that.

"She told me that you…that you were gay…" Oh please, stop there, I pleaded as he paused. I could deal with him knowing that. If he just knew that, I would be fine. The only reason I hadn't told him is that it never came up. I would actually be glad to have that out in the open to him, just as long as he didn't know the rest.

"Yeah," I managed to say before he could speak again. I couldn't even remember wanting to say it before, but it seemed like I should say something. I needed to make him stop talking, because somehow that would make him not know. If I could just distract him, he wouldn't know and we could go on like we did all the time. "Sorry I didn't tell you, I just…you know. It's one of those weird things, and…well, you know, right?" I giggled nervously, unable to keep myself from rambling. I always got like this when I was extremely nervous.

"There's more," he said, almost regretfully. I tried to talk again, tried to make him stop talking so maybe I would have the chance to escape or make him forget, but he held up a hand and I fell silent simply because his presence practically demanded obedience. It was just as well, I guess, because I had no idea what I would have said anyway and a whole lot of unintelligent drivel probably would have escaped my lips, which I would have been embarrassed for later. "She said that you…liked me. Like, in a romantic way. Is that true?"

I felt as if I was going to hyperventilate as I felt my world crash around my ears and the reality hit my like a car on a freeway. He knew. He knew about my feelings for him. Any second, I expected him to start pounding on me, leaving me a bloody mess that my dad would have to come pick up and bury. All because I couldn't keep one little secret. I was so stupid. I shot a glance at the door, noticing it was slightly ajar. If I made a break for it, maybe I could avoid this whole mess once and for all. I would just never interact with a Cox again. Even JD, who deserved it after betraying me like that.

A hand fell firmly on my shoulder and I jumped. It wasn't until then that I realized how tensed I was, prepared to spring away and avoid the one person I had ever really liked and whom I was closest to in the world just because of my fear. It was dumb, and I knew I was being a coward. But I couldn't stop being scared; I knew something bad was bound to happen.

"Sam," Jack said seriously. I could tell he was serious, because he used my serious name. Nobody ever called me that unless they were trying to be serious with me; which wasn't very often, I had to admit. I took a deep shuddering breath, and realized just how close I was to crying at that moment.

"It's…it's just a stupid little crush," I tried to rationalize, hoping maybe he would see reason and still be my friend. "I'll get…I'll get over it…" I bit my lip, trying desperately not to cry. I wouldn't, not in front of Jack. I wasn't the strongest person but, damnit, I wouldn't let myself look weak either. The hand that was still on my shoulder felt heavy, like a lead weight. I wished Jack would stop touching me. Couldn't he see it wasn't helping anything?

"Why didn't you tell me about this?" Jack asked. "Why did you suffer alone without saying anything?" I felt my lip quiver and I clamped down with my teeth harder until I tasted coppery blood. He wasn't going to beat me up, that much I could tell; he didn't sound angry at all, just…disappointed? How strange, considering he just found out a guy he's known nearly his whole life loves him.

No, wait, I don't love him. It's just a stupid crush that would go away. Yeah, that's all. And he had to believe that, so that when it did go away we could go back to the way things were. I can't believe that he'll treat me the same after this.

"I…I didn't think you would like it," I mumbled. "I thought you would…you know…beat me up or something." I felt an arm wrap around me tightly, and suddenly I find myself pulled up against a strong chest. I felt like my heart was going to beat out of my chest as my brain registered just how close I was to the object of my affections. I swallowed thickly, trying to fight the tears I knew were inevitable. I've never been very good at holding them back.

"Sammy, have I ever told you what a dork you are?" I couldn't help but laugh a little at that, but a few tears snuck out and rolled down my cheeks in the process. I tried to wipe them away, but Jack wouldn't let me move. So I just laid my head on his shoulder in front of me and let the fabric absorb the wetness. Both of us knew it would happen, so it's not like it came as a surprise. I managed to choke out a reply when I realized Jack was waiting for one.

"Yeah," I said thickly, a smile crossing my face. "You s-say it all the ti-me." It was the truth; he called me a dork more than the bullies at school. But, unlike the bullies, it was always said in an affectionate way.

Over the course of our lives, I had always been scared that Jack would succumb to peer pressure and begin acting coldly towards me someday. It wasn't such a big deal when we were kids, when everyone was weird. But as I grew up, and everyone started to become "normal" while I stayed weird, I became shunned by the greater population of children my own age. I was just lucky I had lifelong friends like Izzy and JD to get me through school. Jack was also a lifelong friend, but he was older than me. So the fear was a lot more present with him. But I shouldn't have worried, because he never acted that way towards me. He might have ignored me a little during school, but I could deal with that. As long as he was still my friend, that was enough for me.

And now, with this…I was so relieved that he wasn't going to start completely ignoring me. Maybe all my dreams weren't coming true, but that was okay. I could deal with that, as long as he would remain by my side.

"You know I love you, right?" Jack mumbled quietly. "You're like the little brother I never had." I nodded, sniffing. I knew he did love me, if not in the way I really wanted him to. I berated myself for the small spark of hope that maybe something more might come out of this whole thing. Jack would remain my friend and role model; that's the way it was supposed to be, and I couldn't try to change that and ruin it.

Jack pulled away from the embrace and held me out at arms length, a smile on his face.

"Are you gonna be okay, Sammy?" He asked. I wiped at my eyes with my sleeve and nodded.

"Yeah, I'll be fine. Thanks…" I was struck with a crazy idea; one that I knew was stupid as I thought it. But this was the perfect opportunity for it. I would never get the chance to do it again, and I knew I wouldn't be able to get it out of my head if I never did it. I took a deep breath to give me courage.

"Jack…?" I swallowed another lump in my throat, telling myself to just get through this. Jack was waiting patiently for me to say what I needed to say. I took a deep breath. "Could I…kiss you?" The look of shock that crossed Jack's face was one I had never seen him use before. It was almost comical, but this wasn't the situation for laughing.

"Just once," I said quickly. "I just want to see what it's like…I'll never ask again, I promise. Please…" I knew it was a selfish request, to ask for something like this. But I had to do it. I had to do it just once. For some reason, I thought that if I did this one little thing, everything would be all right. I would get over Jack and things could go back to the way they were. I didn't expect him to agree, but I had to try.

"Sure," Jack said uncomfortably. My head snapped up. Did he just agree to let me kiss him? Really? My heart could have burst with glee as he sat in a more accessible position, the look of discomfort still evident on his face. But I was too excited to think about stuff like that. I was actually going to kiss…Jack. I never thought I would get an opportunity like this, and I was going to be happy about it.

I sat up on my knees on the couch, unsure of what I should do. I had never kissed anyone before, but I really didn't want to look like a little kid in front of Jack. I wanted him to think I was mature, capable of something like this. So I decided to just do it fast and hard; at least that way, he wouldn't be able to tell if it was good or not. So I just laid my hands on his shoulders to balance myself and practically thrust my face at his.

I pulled back less than a second later, clutching at my mouth in agony. I noticed Jack was doing the same thing, but he was also laughing.

"You…you dork," he laughed, wiping away a trickle of blood from his lips. "You do it that way…you gotta watch out for the teeth." He lay back on the couch, body shaking from laughing so hard. I began to chuckle too, but I found the situation more embarrassing than humorous. That had obviously not made him think I was mature and could kiss well. Now he thought I was just some stupid little kid. I felt like crying again.

Jack turned my face towards his with both hands, a smile still on his face. But he looked patient too.

"Look, I'll help you out," he said. "Someone has to teach you this stuff, right?" I managed a small, grateful smile. Jack was always looking after me like this. As he face loomed closer, I found myself getting nervous. This time, Jack was going to kiss me. I didn't know if I'd be able to handle this. But it was too late to back out as soft lips pressed against mine.

I expected a chaste kiss, or just a brief meeting of lips, but as soon as we came into contact Jack started moving his lips. My brain felt overloaded, and it was so hard to think like this, but I managed to move my lips back against his.

I never knew that being kissed could be such an intense experience. I felt pleasantly light and blank. I couldn't think, only react as things were thrown at me. But I was glad this was happening; that Jack was my first kiss. It was better than I ever could have imagined.

When I felt a wet tongue touch my lips, my first instinct was to clamp my lips shut to keep out the intruder. But I managed to relax, and opened my mouth a little to allow room. The sensation was strange, having another tongue that wasn't mine in my mouth, but I managed to get used to it. I was scared to do so, but I started to tentatively respond with my own tongue. If anything, after getting past the weirdness, it was an even better experience.

I think I got too into it, because I found myself gripping Jack's shoulders tightly to get closer to him. Due to the combination of sensations I had never felt before and overabundance of teenage hormones, I also came to realize I was aroused. I knew it would be bad if Jack realized this, and in the back of my mind I knew I should stop this and leave before he noticed, but my body wouldn't listen to me even if I wanted to move. It was too preoccupied at the moment. But when one of Jack's hands fell from my face and accidentally landed on the bulge in my pants, I knew I was in trouble. But this knowledge didn't stop the small moan that I emitted.

I felt Jack pull away quickly, and tried to follow like a lost puppy. I hadn't realized until then that my eyes were closed and I opened them slowly. I was extremely embarrassed that this whole thing had gone farther than I wanted it to, but I was also horribly disappointed that the moment had to end.

Jack looked at my lap, and then back up at my face. I tried to discreetly cover the bulge with my shirt, all the while feeling a deep blush creep up my neck and face. Now that I was seeing things a little clearer, I could see just how bad this situation was. I don't think Jack really accepted before that I liked him. But any doubts he may have had were erased now. There was no way to cover this kind of thing up. I just hoped that, after a while of awkwardness, we would be able to forget it.

"Uh…" I didn't know why I was speaking, just that I needed to break this awkward silence. "Should I…go home?" I secretly prayed that he would say yes. I needed to get away from this horribly thick tension and work out this erection. I needed to go home desperately, and try to work this out.

But to my immense surprise, he shook his head and leaned back towards me, kissing me again. I made a small surprised sound in my throat, my eyes widening for a minute before closing contentedly. I barely noticed as I was laid back on the couch, head pillowed on the arm. I did notice that Jack was closer, and wrapped my arms around his shoulders. I was afraid he would leave, and that this was all some sort of sick joke. But I knew Jack would never do that. Not him…

I felt something rub against the bulge in my pants again. Thinking it was an accident again, I held back a moan and tried to shift away. But it happened again and I couldn't hold it back this time. It took me a few seconds to realize it was Jack's hand, rubbing me through the denim of my jeans. I clenched my eyes shut tighter at the sensation and realized breathing was much more difficult when he was doing that. So I turned my head to break the kiss, regretfully. I didn't want to stop, but if he was going to do that then I had to make sure I didn't suffocate.

Breaking the kiss didn't deter Jack, though, simply altered his route. I felt the harsh sting of bites on my neck and groaned, now convinced he was trying to kill me. I had never thought the whole thing with pain being pleasurable was really true, but in practice it was actually not as bad as I thought. I doubted I would like it if I wasn't already aroused and if Jack wasn't currently rubbing his hand against my crotch.

My teenage hormones betrayed me at that moment, just like they had been all day. I knew I couldn't hold on very long, since I had never had this kind of experience before. But that didn't stop me from trying. I fought so hard to just keep myself from releasing, wanting this to continue as long as possible. But it was very quickly that I felt the familiar rush that I achieved when masturbating, only about twice as intense. I couldn't help from gasping and letting out a cry that I knew was much too loud as I reached completion.

I caught my breath for a minute on the couch before opening my eyes blearily. Jack's face swam in front of me, looking concerned.

"Are you gonna be okay?" He asked in a low voice. I blushed again as I realized I must have been really loud. I just hoped nobody was home.

"Yeah," I answered, looking at a spot over on the wall. Now that my head was clearing, I was well aware of just what we had done. Jack didn't seem overly bothered by it, which was weird since I was very close to having a panic attack over it.

"So, uh…" I was silenced by Jack pressing his lips to mine again. This kiss was brief, just a meeting of lips, but it was just as passionate. He pulled back and smiled.

"You, uh…wanna stay over tonight?" I nodded dazedly and sat up as he allowed me to. I swayed a little from dizziness, but otherwise seemed fine. Jack steadied me with a hand, which made me smile. Even now, he was still looking after me. I was scared to ask what had just happened, and what it meant, but I vowed to do that tonight. Now, I needed to go home for a while to tell my dad where I would be and take a shower.

"I'm gonna go home to get some stuff," I said standing up. I swayed again and was steadied once more by Jack.

"Want me to go with you?" Jack asked. "You seem a little…out of it now." I shook my head. I needed time to think over all this, and Jack being there would just be a distraction. I wanted him to be there, but…I knew my best bet was just going by myself.

"I'll be fine. See ya later." I exited the downstairs game room and made my way upstairs, a feeling of giddiness washing over me. I knew we had a lot to work out, but this was promising. Maybe, just maybe, there was a chance after all.

I was relieved to find nobody upstairs. I didn't want to have to explain anything, including my appearance which I knew must have been atrocious. I just needed to make my way home quickly, shower and change, and then come back. Nobody would be any the wiser, and I would be home free.

I almost died when the door opened, just as I was about to leave through it, and JD came into the house. She started.

"Sammy? What are you doing here?" She took in my appearance with wide, confused eyes, as I tried desperately to disappear. Her eyes lingered on my neck and pants, which I knew were the most incriminating spots. I blushed so hard I felt sure my face would burn from it and scrunched my neck down, trying to hide inside myself like a turtle. I pulled my t-shirt down, trying to hide everything. But she had already seen; it made no difference.

"I just…well, it's, uh…you know…a thing with…you know…" I edged around her to the door, perfectly aware that I had just said absolutely nothing, and made a run for it. I was nervous, because I knew she was smart and would figure it out, but I also realized that nothing could break my good mood.

The wind felt exhilarating, and I ended up running the entire way home, a grin on my face.