Author's Notes – Right so we're basically skipping a chapter which is nothing but the boys having some good ol' fashioned naked fun. It fits snuggly between the last chapter and this one, if you want it I'm afraid you're going to have to email me a request for it.
Summary – Let's wrap things up.
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Going Home
Tommy
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(Monday 5:45 a.m.)
Rolling over and absently reaching for the warm body that I fell asleep next to only a few hours ago, I frown grumpily as my hand simply coasts over the cool blankets and sheets that lay empty were my boyfriend should be.
Grumbling and prying my blurry eyes open, I let out a displeased growl as I confirm he is indeed no longer in the tent with me as he should be. "Jase?" Clearing my throat a bit, I try again. "Jase? Where are you, you jerk?" Well how do you like that, here we go have some fun last night and I wake up alone.
Sitting up and shivering as a cool draft of air coasts into the tent through the unthoughtfully left open tent flap, I mutter a few more choice words and crawl outside to see it's barely even light out. "Jase?"
"I'm that chained up little person still in love with you!" What the hell? Forgetting my current state of nakedness, I quickly slip out of the tent and hurry down toward the source of the very off key singing. "So now go, walk out the door, just turn around now you're not welcome anymore!" Oh lord.
Stepping on the occasional rock and stick, I'm definitely not in a good mood when I finally see my boy in the edge of the lake water, sheltered by over hanging trees, splashing himself and still singing, if you could call it that.
"I will survive!" Not if I can help it.
"Do you have any idea what time it is?" Advancing on him, and debating about risking my life and jumping in the water to drowned him, I in the end stop at the water's edge to just give him my patented 'I'm angry, do not speak or make any sudden moves or death will befall you' look.
Wiping the water off his face and taking a few steps inland, he's barely in up to his waist now. "Somewhere around dawn I'd say with the sunrise...not to mention yer early morning stiffy." What?
When I give him a confused and still cranky look, he gestures to my forget anatomy which oh yeah I forgot to cover in all my growling and mental death threats. Face turning as red as his costume I'm sure, I quickly move my hands effectively covering myself. Stupid over cheery idiot thinks he's just so cute and funny.
"Aw, now why'd you do that? I was rather enjoying the view." I'll bet. "Well as long as you're going to prevent me from gazing at you lustfully, then why don't you come on in and take a bath with me. After all, I'm sure you could use one just as much as me." Well he probably does have a point, I mean I do smell like a brothel, as does our tent I'm sure.
"Don't like the water." Besides it's probably freezing. It was cold yesterday and that was even after an afternoon of the sun being out and warming things up.
"Come on, I won't let anything happen to you, you should know that." Looking a little hurt he splashes a bit of the too cold liquid at me. "I promise not to let you drowned or let the fish bit your-"
"Don't even say it." When he grins one of my cocky grins I know he was going to say it.
"Say what? Now come on, come in and I'll wash your back." Need a better offer than that, sorry. Smirking as if reading my mind, he is so hot when he does that. "I'll also wash something else, and give you a nice massage." Evil.
Heaving a sigh and relenting, I know I do need to get cleaned up. I can't go riding back home stinking of sex. "Turn around." When he gives me a confused look, I make a gesture with my hand. "Turn around, I don't want you to see me."
"Is this a game?" Cocking an eyebrow, but then losing the cocky smile when I shake my head and stay crouched down, I know he's gotta be confused. "Tommy, I saw you last night and then just five minutes ago when you were standing there, I really don't-"
"You didn't see me last night. We had the flashlight off and it was dark, and before that it was...it was different okay, you were nervous and asking all cute like if you could see me and touch me, but now you're...I don't know but you're not all shy right now, so turn around." I know we fooled around last night and all, but still, this is different, don't ask how it just is. We're not both engaged in some sorta play and it's not that type of mood and just something about being the total center of attention with my body betraying me when he's not in the same position, it's different.
"You're serious?" When I nod sternly, he sighs a bit in what I'm hoping is only disappointment and not anger and turns around dutifully.
Once he has his back on me, I stretch the kinks out of my back and legs slowly move toward the water, gasping as the icy liquid hits my feet. Well guess I shouldn't worry about embarrassing myself, I'll be lucky to find my anatomy after the shrinkage this'll cause.
"Come on, Tommy, I'm getting cold here." You're getting cold, I haven't even stepped in yet and already I'm shivering.
"Hang on, s'cold." Taking a deep breath and gritting my teeth, I quickly lunge into the water, nearly passing out from the shock of it. "Oh my god!"
Laughing and turning around, Jase has me in his arms instantly rubbing me to get my blood flowing again. "Easy, Tommy, you'll adjust in a minute, promise." Yeah right, if I don't die of pneumonia first. Wrapping his arms around my trembling form he pulls me away from the shore, talking calmly the entire time, probably trying to keep my mind off dying in this watery grave he tricked me into.
"S-s-so c-co-cold." Hugging onto him tightly, I try to steal as much of his body heat as humanly possible.
"Easy, easy, you're gonna strangle me. Just relax and think warm thoughts." Tilting my head gently, he begins placing slow and heated kisses along my frozen neck and jaw line. "Mhmm, you taste good first thing in the morning, better than coffee. Maybe from now on I should just have you when I wake up instead of that caffeinated sludge." No idea how he drinks that stuff.
Moaning and closing my eyes, I let him mark me again, probably leaving the third bruise in the past day on my already bitten up neck. Just about to ask if we can go back to the tent and play some before the others get up I feel a sharp pain suddenly bite into my thigh. Trying to ignore it and chalk it up to a muscle cramp, I dig my fingers into Jason's shoulders, urging him on.
"Ow. Christ bro, take it easy." What'd I do? Reaching down and rubbing his leg, he's lost me now. "You really should cut your nails." What?
"What are you talking about, I wasn't holding onto you that hard." I wasn't, and my nails are all cut down or broken off.
"Yeah well I think you took a little chunk of skin off my leg." I'm no where near his leg, what's he talking about?
"Jase, both my hands were on your shoulders, I wasn't touching your leg. What are you talking about?" When I feel something else bite into my butt this time, I let out a bit of a yelp and jerk forward, clinging to Jase in order to keep from falling over. "Something just bit me on the butt, I don't think the fish here like us every much."
"There shouldn't be any fish here that bold." When I shrug in response, he reaches down to feel his leg, before something completely different registers on his face. "Oh god, please no." What? Bringing his hand up and holding something fat and black that looks somewhat like a piece of rubber, his eyes grow wide as saucers before he throws it toward the middle of the lake.
"What was that?"
Instead of responding he quickly grabs my hand and begins hauling me back toward the shore. "Move faster! Come on, Tom!" What?! What is it?!
"Jase what's your damage?!" Pulling me completely out of the water I see he has more of those black things on his legs, butt, and back.
"Shit!" Quickly yanking them off and biting back curses, he throws them back in the lake before turning to me. "Oh crap, Tommy hold still for me."
"What, why? Jase what-ow!" Crying out and stepping back when he yanks one off my leg, I can't believe how much that hurt.
"Just stay still, I have to get them off, just be calm and stay still and I'll have them off in a second." Advancing on me again, he growls when I hold up my hands and quickly move away not wanting him ripping whatever they are off like that again.
"What are they? That hurt, don't do that again!" Geez I'll get them off myself.
"Tom, they're leeches, I have to get them off or else you could get sick and besides you don't want a parasitic worm sucking your blood I'm sure, so hold still and let me get them off!" Making a lunge for me, he does succeed in taking me down this time as the realization of what he's said has now sunk in and I think I'm having a stroke.
"Get um off! Get um off me!" Thrashing and trying to help him yank the things off, I only succeed in making it harder for him to do it, but excuse me if I'm slightly panicked now. I've never seen leeches before, I heard of them, but never thought I'd actually see or be food for such a thing.
"I am! Calm down, Tommy!" Pulling them off quickly and all but sitting on me to keep me from probably killing him or running off, he finally seems to get me free from the vampire like slugs. "They're off."
Panting and looking at myself wildly, I finally feel satisfied they are indeed gone before collapsing weakly under Jase's weight.
Looking down at me from his position on my stomach, he heaves a sigh. "Well that was certainly f-"
"If you say fun, I'll kill you."
"Fucked up?" Better. Crawling off me, he stands before checking himself over once more. "What's say we go back and very quickly roll up the blankets in the tent with my stuff and I'll take them home to be washed. That way your aunt and uncle won't smell them when they take down the camp and your aunt won't see them and smell them when she washes everything."
"Probably a good idea."
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(8:15 a.m.)
"Well I think that's it, Jason you don't have to wash all that, I can throw it in with our stuff and Tommy can just bring it by next time he goes over to your house, or vise versa." Watching Jason help John finish loading the stuff into the jeep, she's already being a like mother to him.
"No, honest Jen, I want to. I haven't helped do anything this weekend so I'm gonna at least wash the stuff me and Tommy slept on." Pausing for a second at how that sounded, he has the good grace to flush slightly and excuse himself.
Ignoring that and quickly going back to make sure we haven't forgotten anything, Jen apparently is politely choosing to leave things behind closed doors. Very wise of her. "So is there any particular reason you don't want us to wash that stuff?" Too bad the same can't be said for Uncle John.
"No reason." Edging toward the car door, I really wish we could drop this discussion before I say something I'll regret.
"Alright kids, let's get going."
To be continued...
