Author's Note: Ok, here's where it starts to get M rated, look away if you're sensibilities are easily offended. Also, remember this is being posted on WattPad under the same Title in case it ever gets pulled from
ROMAN POV
I stood on top of the pods at the highest point in the sector, far above the tree line of the few trimmed trees permitted to grow within the fence. They couldn't block the view from where I stood. It was well past curfew but I couldn't sleep.
In the darkness, the sector sat silent except for the scurrying of silent bodies below. Running from pod to pod, hoping to avoid the guards, they made their evening rendezvous, some on their way to meet a lover or dealer or some other clandestine activity. There may be a curfew, but the sector was never really still.
Darkness swelled black in the sky above. I couldn't see the ocean or make out the line between sky and water but I could feel it. I could feel it calling me back to it's depths. Back to Jake
I'm surrounded by a gentle breeze and see a speck of light grows out of the darkness. It rushed toward me like a falling star but I can hear the distant rumble of a motor. Who was driving so close to the sector at this time of night, with only one headlight?
I couldn't think of anyone from the outside world who would have business with the sector this late. What few transactions happened across the fence usually went through the guards who could be brought from one side or the other. Who wanted to see someone in the sector after curfew, at night, in the dark?
My heart skipped a beat. My breath caught. It was impossible. The growl of the engine few and filled my mind with it's vibrating possibilities.
I jumped from one pod to the next, vaulting myself through the sector until I reached the perimeter. This was the point closest to the road, farthest from the guards. I stood still listening to the mounting volume while the light shone like a beacon of hope. I waited as it came towards the fence allowing it to illuminate my transgression of being out past curfew, hoping the person roaring toward the sector was looking for me.
The light zoomed past me and cut out a few yards down the fence but I couldn't see who was behind it. The hum of the engine cut and I stood in silence staring at the unknown.
Down the road a dark figure was backlit by the night and sat astride a motorcycle. My jaw dropped and my ability to speak English completely disappeared. I stared, transfixed as he swung his leg over and stepped off the bike. It was Jacob. I watched as he walked into the distance with the bike.
I had wanted to talk to him at the beach and reassure him this could work. This was possible. But with so many people around there hadn't been a chance and then that guy got so upset and I had to hold Drake back from starting a fight we really didn't need on our first night out. After that the guards had rushed us to the bus before anybody could get more upset and violence broke out. I hadn't stolen a moment alone with him in the dark, hadn't been able to steal another kiss.
I stand in the shadows of a nearby building, watching the fence waiting for him. I stared hard into the darkness, desperate to see his figure appear. He wanted this and I grew hard imagining him whispering into my ear, his strong body touching me. I hadn't even spoken to him and I was all tied up in knots.
When I was about to go insane with waiting, his silhouette appeared in the distance. He walked with quick and short steps, his body rolling with each step. I imagined him crossing through the gate, the strength of his body against me. He was so strong and broad and tall. All things I never wanted in a partner but looking at him I realized how gorgeous he really was and how right my people were. It wasn't about gender. I'd never experienced anything like this before. It was all about him.
And now here he was, walking to the fence and running his hand along the chain links, walking away from me.
I hurried along the alley, walking as silently as I could and keeping to the shadows, but my hearts pounded so hard I was sure the sound reverberated off of the steel walls, calling to everyone to let them know where I was and what I was doing. I followed as he approached the entrance gate and pulled something out of his pocket.
He came to see me. He came to see and he had a key card. He's coming into the sector and he wants this. I stood and watched as he slipped the key card through the reader. It beeped and blinked green. I heard the click as the gate unlocked. He crossed the threshold of the boundary between us, closed the gate behind him and locked himself in my world.
I knew I should say something, but I stayed in the shadows, watching him as he took in my home. I could only imagine how it must look to him, the shabby metal shipping containers that had been converted into housing units, the desperate attempts we had made to make it a comfortable place to live by hanging lights and painting every surface we could.
He strolled through the main street where the late night market had set up. Curfew maybe 10, but the guards benefitted as much as we did from allowing a few rules to be broken. This time of night was when the black market flourished behind the guise of vendors trying to squeeze out a few after hours sales.
He stepped further into the market, taking in the goods being sold. His leather jacket and dark hair created a black hole that dragged me into it's depths.
I followed at a distance, taking in the way his body moved. He stood out despite his dark clothes and soft steps, he emanated an energy that drew people to him and made them want to know who he was.
"You boy," someone called out. "are not allowed here."
Roy, a Vwasak stepped forward and challenged Jake. I could tell from his stance he was looking for a fight. The Vwasaks always were.
"Leave him alone," I said, stepping out of the shadows. I kept my voice quiet to avoid drawing any more attention despite the crowd that had come together around Roy and Jake.
"Roman?" Jake whispered, but I didn't look over. I had to keep my focus on Roy, not give him a chance to challenge me outright. I hated pulling rank, but if Jake was discovered by the guards inside the sector he'd be arrested.
"As the son of Nox, I suggest you, Roy, get out of here. You know the guards could kill you for this."
"I'm not doing anything wrong." he replied.
"Black market?" I shot a look over to the guard approaching the market. It was bad enough we were all out here but if the guard realized that Roy was hawking contraband technology all the leniancy we had would be ripped away.
Without another word I wrapped my arm around Jake and guided him through the crowd toward a small three-story building.
Once we had retreated to the shadows and looked nervously around. "Are we safe out here?"
"Why did you come here?" I demanded.
"I don't know. I just couldn't sleep, I guess." He stuffed his hands in his pockets and eyed the now empty street.
"So you decided to sneak into the sector where you could be arrested for simply being? How come?" I forced myself to speak calmly as if our meeting was just another night, another pass in the hall, not the very thing I had been hoping for since I stepped away from him on the beach and at La Push.
"I guess some part of me hoped I might find you. I don't know where your pod is or anything about inside the sector, but when I saw the keycard, I didn't think, I just grabbed it and brought it with me." He tilted his head and narrowed his eyes. "Do you not want me to be here?"
"Humans aren't supposed to be inside the sector. You could get into a lot of trouble."
"I know." Confidence shone from his eyes and he squared his shoulders. In the dark his presence overwhelmed me with it's majesty. He was something special and he wanted to be in here with me.
"I've been thinking about you too." I confided. My body was on high alert from his proximity. I could feel the cool breeze wrap itself around us, the hard metal separating us.
"I realize this is no big deal to you, but it's hard for me to just say these things. Lines are firm in my world." He lowered his head and kicked the dirt with his foot, suddenly appearing shy and vulnerable.
"It's not the status quo for me just because Atrians don't care. I'm not saying I don't worry about it. This is completely different for me. I've never felt like this before." I tried to smile to show him everything would be alright, but just being near him made me lose all ability to think or move or understand language. My whole world crumbled down until nothing existed beyond his kind eyes and my hope for something more.
"At least you talk to someone about it all. I'm alone out here trying to understand what I'm feeling. What all this means about who I am."
"You can talk to me." I offer. "I'm here, listening." I wanted to reach out to him, show him how right we were together. But it felt like there was an impenetrable barrier marking our differences and everything we'd have to overcome.
"It's not the same and you know it. I thought about talking to Embry but… At least you have Drake or Sophia."
"You asked me not to tell anyone. Besides, if I tell them there's no way they'll keep it quiet. Drake won't be able to resist heckling us and Sophia is just so excited about everything she'll want to throw us a party." I smiled at him, trying to break the tension and reached out to take his hand but he pulled away. My fingers were cold without his touch, even that little contact had made me feel whole, without it I thought I would suffocate in here.
He looked away again, stepping back. "I should go home and you should go to bed. It's late, we have school tomorrow and…"
"Jake," I interrupted. "I don't want to go back to my pod and try to sleep. I've been up thinking, wondering if I'd get the chance to talk to you and if I don't want you to be upset. I don't want you to feel like you have to do something you don't want to."
"It's not that I don't want to. It's that I do." He took a deep breath before speaking again. "It's not that I didn't like... when you touch me…"
"I have an idea." I took his hand and he smiled as I pulled him further into the sector. His grip was firm and his hand fit in mine perfectly, strong and capable. I liked the roughness of his palm against mine. We sprinted through alleys until we came to a fire escape. "We're going to climb up to the roof and then go in the greenhouse, no one will see us there, but you have to be fast, there are a lot of guards in this area and they check the ladders."
"Okay." He said without letting go of my hand.
"And Jake?"
"Yeah?"
"I'm glad you're here." I leaned in and dropped a soft kiss on the corner of his mouth before releasing his hand and scurrying up the ladder. At the top, I leaned down and motioned for him to follow.
He climbed quickly and reached me in just a few seconds. Together, we sprinted over the roof and into the greenhouse. Fabric covered the greenhouse, holding the daytime heat in and creating a comfortable space to sit. My father had set this space up so you could meet here and not be seen by the guard towers or patrols. In the middle of rows of flowers and plants were a few low benches, a carpet and pillows.
"It's beautiful in here," Jake whispered, looking around and running his hand over the multitude of flowers blooming in the night.
"During the day it's amazing, some of the buds close up without the sunlight."
"Do you like to garden?"
"I never thought of it as something to like. It's part of our culture, we make medicine, spices, decorations, food. Everything about us is tied to these plants. Some people my age aren't interested in learning the old ways, but I don't see how they'll get through life without it."
"It's like that for us too, on the reservation. We have a lot of legends and cultural rules, some of them are useless in my opinion, like not associating with 'pale faces,' but the old stories can be interesting. My dad gets a little obsessed with them though. He's unofficially in charge and it runs in our blood line."
"Really?"
"Yeah, supposedly one day I'm supposed to be Chief, not that anyone really holds by the old system anymore."
"My father's what we call the Ikson, it means "to glow or shine." He's the leader and when he dies, I'm supposed to lead. I try not to think about it too much, it's a lot to imagine taking on."
"Me too. When I was homeschooled, my Dad got really into all the legends and spent probably half the time teaching me Quileute, which no one speaks anymore, and making me memorize the old rules and stories. At least here your dad is actually in charge, on the Reservation things are run by a council and the Chief's position isn't any more important than anyone else's."
We moved to the sitting area and I slipped off my shoes. He followed my lead and came to sit next to me on the ground.
"So is this what you wanted to talk about? Our Dad's?" I teased, leaning against a bench and turning toward him.
He blushed and looked down with a smile so cute I almost laughed, but that would probably push him away. How could he understand that my laughter came from the overwhelming sense of joy building in my chest.
"Roman…" he began and I placed my hand on top of his.
"Just tell me one thing Jake, do you regret it? Should I not have kissed you?" I squeeze his hand with mine and tried to will him to want me as much as I wanted him.
"No." He breathed, looking away.
I flinched, pulling my hand away. "Oh. I… I'm sorry then."
"Wait, I mean No I don't regret it." He smiled again and looked at me.
I exhaled, relief and tension I hadn't realized I was holding on to draining away from my body. I suddenly felt exhausted and giddy, like I had been drugged. My smile must have been ridiculous because Jake snickered before taking my hand in his own. It was so broad and strong and when he turned and placed the other behind me on the bench, I lost my breath.
"You wear everything you feel right on your face, you know that?" He turned one side of his mouth up in a mocking smile.
"Not usually. Teri says I'm impossible to read actually."
"Well I can see what you're thinking like it's written in sharpie on your forehead."
"Yeah? What am I thinking."
He studies my face with a chuckle, inspecting my eyes and coming so close I can feel his breath against my skin. I can't stop the shudder that runs through me.
"Yep, an open book." He whispers.
"What am I thinking then?"
"You want me to kiss you again." He leaned in but made no move to follow through.
"Again? I'm pretty sure I've been the one kissing you up until now."
He shifted his weight closer to me and I could feel the heat of his body against my own. I turned into him, still clutching his hand with my own.
"Does that mean it's my turn?"
"I thought you could tell what I was thinking."
His eyes dropped to my lips and my cock throbbed in my jeans. I wanted him to touch me so badly it was painful to be without him. His hand came to the back of my neck, squeezing the muscles there and pulling me forward.
When our lips touched, I closed my eyes and a thousand sparks of light lit up in my mind. His lips were soft and full and when I opened my mouth to taste him, he didn't hesitate. I scooted closer, pressing my chest against his, wanting to feel as much of him as I could. He dropped his hold on my hand and wrapped it around my waist. His hand at my neck grabbed my hair and he pulled me closer until I sat awkwardly against him, needing his body to keep me upright.
We breathed together, tasting and kissing. I ran my hand down his face and grabbed his shoulder. "This is…" I pulled away and took a deep breath. "I can hardly breathe."
He nodded and leaned toward me again. I slipped a hand around his waist and pulled him down to the ground so we lay side by side before letting him kiss me.
He moaned as I pulled his lip into my mouth, nipping it with my teeth. I kissed my way along his cheek until I reached his ear. "I take it this is what you wanted to talk about?" I whispered and he moaned again. I wrapped my lips around his earlobe and sucked softly before moving my mouth down the strong line of his neck. He tasted like salt and wind and freedom. Everything I wanted embodied in one beautiful boy.
I maneuvered myself so he laid below me. I settled one knee between his legs so that when I lowered my weight, his cock rubbed against my thigh. His erection burned against me; so hard and long. I wanted to feel his flesh.
He moaned as I ground my own need against his hip and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me back down to his mouth. We kissed and moved together like we'd always been like this, like nothing in the world mattered except the places where my body came into contact with his.
I unzipped his jacket, wanting less between us and found him bare chested. He sat up and pulled it off, sitting before me with nothing but a pair of jeans on. His body was hard and muscular. I couldn't believe how much I wanted to trace the lines of him with my tongue. I made a sound, something halfway between a moan and a sigh.
He beamed at me, his chest heaving. He pushed me back onto my knees and tugged my shirt up over my head. We stared at one another for what felt like forever.
"I've been dreaming about you my entire life, but I never imagined it like this." He said, reaching out and placing his hand on my chest. The markings under his touch lit up. He ran his hand over them, up my neck and then back down my chest to where they trail behind my back. He pulled me down again and I kissed him with all the passion I felt coursing through my body, pulsing in my cock.
I moved against him in rhythm to the beat of our hearts and closed my eyes, evaporating into the pure sensation of his skin against mine.
He bucked up against me and growled something I didn't understand before grabbing me and flipping me over. His eyes burned with need. He shoved my knees apart and lowered himself so that all that separated our cocks were two layers of denim. His length slid alongside mine and I groaned, bending my knees and tilting my hips.
He dropped his lips to my neck where he sucked and kissed my glowing flesh. "It's so beautiful," he murmured against me, before thrusting harder.
I gripped his muscular back, holding on for purchase in the storm of his passion. I didn't think I could take much more, but I was afraid to cum. What if I scared him away by going too far?
He placed a hand on my hip and lifted himself up so he gazed down at me while we moved in unison. "Fuck Roman," he groaned and the sound of my name falling from his lips almost threw me over the edge.
I ran one hand down his side, feeling the curve of his hip and dip to the waist of his jeans. I reached between us and undid the top button.
He stopped moving and sucked in a hard breath.
"Okay?" I asked, my hand resting against his taut abdomen.
He held my eyes and nodded.
As I undid the zipper of his pants he exhaled and quivered above me. His arms shook and his face looked almost pained. When I reached into his pants and wrapped my hand around the shaft, he closed his eyes and leaned his head back. His long neck extended toward the night sky.
I pulled him down against me, supporting his body as he gave into his passion.
He moved in my hand, which moved against my erection, driving us both into a frenzy. I squeezed and tugged at him, running my thumb over his dripping tip as I rocked up against him, lost in my own pursuit of ecstasy.
He wrapped one arm around my waist, lifting me further up against him and lifted up so he could see me. Eyes locked in silent agreement, we both relinquished our hold on self control. My grip on him tightened as our bodies released our passion.