Title: Promises
Author: Joy
Pairing: B/J
Rating: 13+
Disclaimer: The boys belong to Ann M. Martin; I'm just playing with them.
Notes: At last! Another fic! I knew you all were waiting for it. Meanwhile, I've been advertising for the community. Yay!
Jeff didn't sleep at all when he crawled into bed after a long bath. He stared at the ceiling for hours, listening to his clock tick the minutes by. All he could think about was the betrayed look in Byron's eyes after Jeff had told him their prom plans were ruined.
Finally, he got out of bed and slipped down the stairs. He felt he had to make it up to Byron somehow. Which is how he found himself standing outside the Pikes in only a t-shirt and boxers, shivering and debating whether to throw a rock up at the boys' window or not.
His decision was made for him as a rustle on the front porch startled him. A lithe figure slipped out of the shadows made by the porch columns and Jeff instantly recognized its silhouette. "Byron!"
"Jeff," Byron whispered, "I can't stop thinking about... It's not fair."
Jeff's spine stiffened as Byron walked over to him in only boxer shorts, his skin glowing with a faint sheen of the streetlights. "I don't want to let you leave, but I guess I have to, huh?" Byron kept talking as he stepped closer to Jeff, so close Jeff could feel warm breath on his face.
Quickly, before either of them could protest the other's proximity, Byron had squirmed into Jeff's arms, drawing them down around him. Jeff wanted to say something about how indecent this was, hugging in the middle of the street, half-naked, but when he felt Byron's shorts grow tighter and push against his thigh, his self-control snapped.
"Byron, oh God, Byron," he whimpered as fingers explored his warm stomach, as he looked over a tanned shoulder to see where they could have privacy.
Byron seemed to have the same thing on his mind, and he led Jeff to a small niche in the shrubbery between the fences. Jeff vaguely remembered it as being a fort when they were younger. Then his primal instincts took over, and he was dragging fingernails lightly over Byron's skin, memorizing the sounds his best friend made.
Their lips met again, less hesitant this time. Byron sighed softly into Jeff's mouth, and Jeff took the offering and consumed it with a single breath.
"Maybe Mom will let me help you pack," Byron said, trying to squirm away from the kiss and make sense of all this.
Jeff pulled away long enough to whisper, "And maybe we can go out to eat before I leave." He slid his tongue along Byron's jawline, causing a great deal of mewling noise.
"And maybe I could leave you with a present before you go?" Byron's hands had somehow, without Jeff noticing, found the waistband of his boxers and was delicately tugging at them.
Jeff startled, jumped back. "It's not... Byron... no. Not... yet." How he struggled to form those simple words, and feared the reaction. But Byron nodded, slipping the very tips of his fingers down to caress him briefly, then slid back up to a safer place.
"I should go before they find out I'm gone," Byron whispered, slightly embarrassed at how eager he had come off as. Jeff dipped his head into shadow, then raised Byron's lowered chin and kissed him again.
"I'll call you as soon as I get hom--to my dad's house. Can I call you that late?"
"We can ask my parents tomorrow; they're calming down a bit." Byron was all business again.
"Okay," Jeff whispered as Byron hurried back into his house and he crouched, alone in the dark. "Okay."