Title: Rusted
Author: Joy
Rating: 13+
Pairing: B/J
Disclaimer: All characters belong to Ann M. Martin, and the rating system belongs to the MPAA.
Notes: Sequel to "Cleansing", and fits somewhere before "Costumed".
Jeff was off-balance to begin with, and when Byron flung himself up to meld, to fit all the curves and sharp edges, to fill all the cracks, the impact was overwhelming. He rolled his head back gently, looking deep in Byron's eyes.
"Byron?" he whispered. Then instead of using words, he reached forward, locking Byron close, and rolled their hips together with a breathy moan. "Mmmm."
Byron's heart was pounding so hard he thought blood was oozing through his skin. He hooked his arms over Jeff's shoulders and whimpered, nuzzling his lips to the skin just underneath Jeff's ear.
Both of them fell against the doorframe heavily, all sense of equilibrium having vanished. Hands fumbled to find new handholds; Jeff found that Byron was quite fond of having fingers wrapped around his hips, and Byron learned that dragging fingernails over Jeff's shoulders got an extraordinary response.
Lips met once more, heat dripping from their mouths and along tongue trails like thick honey. Their shared taste was sweet but contained an aftertaste of something undefinable. Byron's head was spinning, and he felt his body twist up against Jeff's again when suddenly, he felt sharp pain stab through his lip.
"Stop...stop," Jeff was whispering. "Byron... we can't."
Experimentally feeling his lip with a finger, Byron was surprised to feel a bead of blood welling up. He blinked, turning astonished eyes on Jeff, sucking his bottom lip protectively.
Jeff put his hands awkwardly on Byron's arm. "Not yet... I'm not... Promise me if I kiss you again, you won't try to get in the shower with me?" Byron understood; he wasn't ready for any big steps just yet. He was glad that Jeff had shown some restraint.
"For a kiss, I'll give you anything." Vaguely, Byron knew the power of this statement, but he was lost on the aftermath of Jeff's mouth, and he needed to taste him again, if only once more.
Jeff leaned forward and brushed his lips over Byron's pouting lips. "As soon as I get home--to California, I'll call you, ok?"
Byron nodded, his movements jerky like a rusted machine as he stumbled down the stairs and numbly made his way back to the Pike house, where chaos was breaking out. Byron didn't even hear the screams and taunting as he headed straight for the shower, yanking off his filthy baseball clothes before he even reached the bathroom.