Title: Whiskey Kisses
Author: Lilvior
Summary: Clay has a few too many whiskeys. Jack gets his wish. There'll be more than a hangover to deal with in the morning.
Warnings: SLASH. Clay/Jack. Minor (in this fic Jack is 15 and Clay is 21). Alcohol consumption.
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Just like any other fanfic writing student, I own nothing of any value, especially not the characters depicted in this story. I'm not making any money from this either – I need to go out and get a real job.
Feedback: Please leave feedback, if I don't get any opinions on the direction of a story then it's really hard to continue it. If you must flame, please say at least one nice thing for every bad thing – it's only fair. :-)
A/N: With regards to the whole 'age of consent' thing, I have attempted to research it, according to one website I looked at, gay sex is actually ILLEGAL in Texas, and in China (where I think the show is set) the age of consent is 21. I had no idea it was that bad! I'm English; we have one overall age of consent which is sixteen. And we can drink at eighteen…
Apologies if anyone disagrees with the ages I've set for the characters, but don't flame me for it, it's integral to the plot.
Clay slammed the door and stormed out. He'd had enough of being told what to do; he didn't mind when Master Fung appointed the chores, but being told what to do by a twelve year-old was more than his dignity could bear. For the hundredth time, he found himself wondering if the temple was really the right place for him.
He was on his way to the only bar in the vicinity. It was small and dark and dismal, but the bartender didn't look too hard at his customers, no-one judged him there, and best of all; the whiskey was cheap.
Clay had turned twenty-one just three weeks ago, but in those three weeks he'd already spent several nights in this bar. He drank sensibly, never drinking enough to make himself ill, never getting so drunk that he didn't remember anything the next day.
Tonight was going to be different, very different.
Raimundo had bunked off for the whole day, probably gone into town or off to play soccer somewhere. Kimiko was suffering from 'women's problems', and hence unable to help out with anything. Clay had good-naturedly offered to pitch in and help out around the temple, and had ended up spending the whole day being bossed around by Omi. The trouble with Omi was his incredible innocence; it was impossible to shout at the little fella, impossible to tell him where he could stick Dojo's litter-box. So instead, as always, Clay buried his emotions and decided to get rid of them with copious amounts of whiskey.
He knew he'd regret it the next day when they were supposed to be running a new – and apparently quite vicious – assault course.
He didn't even know why they were training so hard any more; Wuya had vanished and Jack hadn't even bothered trying at the last few showdowns. The young red-head had seemed somewhat distracted of late; Clay accredited it to Jack starting to question his position on the Heylin side.
The bar was empty but for the bartender, who nodded in greeting as Clay entered, and one bearded man nursing a pint of lager.
"Evenin', Joe." Clay drawled, digging his wallet out of his back pocket. "Line 'em up."
Joe smiled and poured out a treble Jack Daniels over ice, taking the money from Clay and tucking it straight into his pants pocket. Clay wondered if the till on the edge of the bar ever actually saw use.
He swirled the glass, loving the gentle clinking noise of the ice-cubes hitting each other and the sides of the glass.
Three hours later, Clay stumbled out of the bar. He didn't know how many he'd had; only that he'd spent a lot of money. It was dark now, and the street lamps had come on, they seemed tall and imposing, lauding their sickly orange glow over the damp grey pavement. Clay leaned against a wall for a moment to get his bearings.
"Clay?" The voice sounded startled, and more than a little guilty.
Clay turned around slowly, careful to stay upright.
"Spicer?" The clarity of his own voice surprised him. "What're you doing up at this time, isn't it past your curfew?" He grinned. He'd missed ribbing Spicer during the showdowns.
"Parents are away." Jack replied, he frowned at the Texan and sniffed, "Hey, have you been drinking?" He looked shocked.
Clay laughed.
"You think just 'cos I'm a Xiaolin dragon, I won't go out and get hammered?" He couldn't decide what to make of the way Jack was looking at him, the expression almost looked like… disappointment?
"No, I just thought you were better than that."
Jack Spicer had been wandering the streets that night in a vain attempt to find Wuya. The witch had flown off a few weeks ago after an argument; at first Jack had been delighted. But as time dragged on, he grew lonelier. His parents were supposed to be back in the country this week, but they'd phoned earlier that day to tell him that they were staying a bit later.
Now, when he'd turned down this road, he'd fully intended crossing it to avoid that awful bar, there'd been an incident a few months ago where a couple of guys had staggered out of the venue and suggestively asked Jack if he wanted to go back to their place for a 'private party'. Jack shivered just thinking about it, he'd told the two guys where to go, and then run home as fast as his evil little leggies could carry him.
But when he'd glanced at the doorway this time, he'd recognised the cowboy hat. It shocked him that Clay would drink in such a dive, he'd always thought of Clay as the nicest of the Xiaolin dragons; Rai was arrogant and had stolen his place as evil ruler of the world in the past, Kimiko was just a bitch, and Omi inspired nothing but jealousy in Jack.
Clay on the other hand, was always kind and gentle. Well, obviously not when they were fighting, but when there were no shen-gong-wu involved Clay was sweet and understanding of Jack. Also he was big and handsome, his muscles were outstanding and his eyes were the brightest of blue. His hair was so thick and yet so silky; Jack wondered what it would feel like to run his fingers through that hair.
And now he was just stood in front of the cowboy, feeling rather small.
"I was looking for Wuya." He explained after a few moments of silence.
"What could you possibly want with that old hag?" Clay slurred.
Clay was feeling quite drunk now, and he really wanted to lie down in bed, but he hadn't quite forgiven the other monks enough to go back to the temple yet.
"I suppose I was lonely without her." Jack admitted, looking embarrassed about it.
"Well, you certainly shouldn't be wandering around this part of town at this time of night." Clay pointed out. "I don't even want to think what might happen to a pretty boy like you in this neighbourhood. C'mon, I'll walk you home." He slung his arm around Jack's shoulders and started walking with him.
"Er, thanks, I guess." Jack was still trying to comprehend the fact that Clay had called him 'pretty'. "But I live that way." He pointed behind them.
Jack had no idea how they'd made it all the way back to his house. Clay had seemed almost asleep at some points on their journey. Not to mention the fact that Jack had had to walk whilst being squashed up against Clay's side.
Jack dug his keys out of his pocket and started working on what he could say to convince Clay to come in.
What Jack didn't know, was that Clay was waiting to be invited inside.
Jack pulled a tangled mass of keys from his jeans, but before picking out the one he wanted, he looked back up at Clay.
"Clay…" He didn't know what he was going to say, but opened his mouth anyway.
And kissed him.
Clay was shocked; who would have thought that Jack felt this way? Personally, Clay had never let a person's gender influence his feelings for them, so he wasn't too bothered by the fact that Jack was a boy. But he hadn't considered Jack that way ever before. Still, he was pleasantly drunk, and the idea of a nice warm bed and a nice warm body to share it with was certainly tempting.
He put his hands around Jack's waist and pulled him closer.
Jack was relieved that Clay was responding, and put his own hands up on Clay's shoulders. From this night onwards, the taste of whiskey would always remind him of this kiss.
Clay broke the kiss, took the keys from Jack's hand and let them into the house. His eyes widened as they took in the entrance hall of the enormous house; it was stunning, a marble staircase curled from the centre of the entrance hall upwards and split to lead to two separate balconies.
"I live this way." Jack took hold of Clay's hand and led him to a door under one of the staircases. Clay thought that Jack had cute little hands; he was wearing chipped black nail-varnish and all his nails were chewed down to the skin. They went through the door and down a set of decidedly less elegant stairs into a huge cellar.
"Hang on, I'll just get the lights." Jack let go of Clay's hand and sprinted across to a computer, he pressed a few buttons and all the lights came on, one by one.
Clay had started wandering around, exploring the room; it was full of electrical junk, partially assembled robots, tool-kits, computers and piles upon piles of papers with prototype sketches on them. It suddenly occurred to him that Jack really was pretty darned smart.
"Er, do you want, like, a drink, or something?" Jack stammered nervously. Clay grinned to himself and walked over to the bed, sitting down on it and kicking his boots off. He was flattered by the fact that Jack so clearly had the hots for him, and to be honest, it turned him on a little, too.
Jack joined Clay, sitting on the bed; he twiddled his thumbs, not knowing what to say.
Should he start talking? Discuss the weather? He had no idea; he'd never been in this situation before.
"You okay, partner?" Clay asked, feigning concern. He knew exactly what was wrong with Jack, but that pretty little expression of apprehension on his face was so adorable.
"Yeah, I just…" But before Jack could think of a way to finish his sentence Clay was pulling him onto his lap. Jack sat there on Clay's lap, facing him and with his legs either side of Clay's. He'd never been this close to the cowboy, never seen those sparkling eyes up quite so close. Then Clay started kissing his neck and Jack couldn't help moaning and tipping his head back.
Jack could hardly believe what was happening. He couldn't count the number of nights he'd fallen asleep to this very fantasy. He could feel teeth digging into his neck, but it didn't hurt, it felt… he couldn't possibly describe the sensation. He knew there would be a deep purple bruise on his neck in the morning. Clay's hands were unzipping the heavy leather coat and slipping it from Jack's shoulders, at about the same time that Jack registered the hot stirring in his groin. He heard his coat hit the floor with a thump, and knew that the bulge in his pants would now be visible to Clay. Clay didn't seem to be too bothered as he indicated for Jack to raise his arms above his head while his tight red t-shirt was stripped off. Once topless, Jack folded his arms across his chest in embarrassment, he felt rather inadequate when it came to his lack of chest definition. He couldn't help staring at the floor and avoiding Clay's eyes.
"Don't be shy, little partner." Clay whispered directly against Jack's ear, flicking his tongue out at the earlobe, "Let me look at you."
Jack slowly let his arms drop to his sides, he was still nervous, but didn't want Clay to know.
His torso was narrow and pale, his ribs visible, and his nipples were small pink circles. He was hairless, and his abdomen was soft and undefined. He looked young and vulnerable sat half naked on Clay's lap.
Clay growled in arousal, whipping his hat from his own head, and placing it on Jack's head. Whilst Jack was preoccupied with rearranging his hair under the cowboy hat, Clay reached down between them with one hand and deftly unzipped the younger boy's pants. Jack tensed momentarily as his jeans were breached, he looked at Clay's face and registered the lust therein.
"Oh god!" He moaned, rolling his eyes back as Clay massaged his swollen erection.
Clay had held on as long as possible, he could no longer be patient with the young virgin. Using his immense strength, he lifted the boy from his lap and threw him onto the bed, watching his hat fall from his head and rolling onto the floor. He loved the panicked squeal that escaped Jack's pretty lips. Before Jack could even try to sit up, Clay pulled his jeans and underpants off in one swift movement.
Clay looked down at the pale, scrawny, naked body beneath him. He'd never felt so powerful. He looked into Jack's beautiful red eyes and registered the conflicting emotions therein; the intense need and arousal, and the trepidation with hints of genuine fear. Slowly he peeled his own t-shirt off, revealing a tattoo of a dragon wrapped around a mountain above his left pectoral.
"Uh, C-clay?" Jack stuttered.
"What's up, darlin'?" Clay slurred, he was knelt over Jack's hips, slowly tracing his index finger up and down the length of Jack's cock.
Jack closed his eyes and shuddered in delight.
"Are we gonna… have sex?" he panted, starting to writhe.
Clay grinned,
"Spicer, I'm gonna fuck your brains out."
Clay's gentle touch was driving him insane. Jack had never felt anything like this; touching himself was certainly never this good. Clay's promise filled him with excitement and fear. He desperately wanted Clay to hold him, to kiss him and touch him, to make him come hard. But at the same time, he was scared, because he had felt the size of Clay's erection – the rumours about Texans were apparently true. He also feared what Clay might do when he sobered up; he was quite clearly still drunk at the moment. Would Clay tell the other Xiaolin dragons about this? What if Wuya chose now to re-materialise in his bedroom?
He was just about to voice his concerns, when Clay climbed off of him, and removed his jeans. It appeared that Clay did not wear underpants.
"Uh-oh." Jack muttered, seeing that he had somehow managed to underestimate the size of Clay's manhood. "That won't fit!" The boy squealed.
Clay chuckled, climbing back over Jack and kissing him.
"Don't worry, it'll fit."
They kissed for a few moments, until Clay felt Jack start to relax.
"This is gonna hurt, isn't it?" Jack asked, his heart pounding, but he was desperate for it.
"Not as much as you think." Clay had swiped a tub of petroleum jelly from the bedside table, he waved it in Jack's face and grinned.
"Uh, I get really chapped lips, that's the only reason it's next to th-" Jack's rambling was halted by a particularly deep kiss.
Clay managed to distract Jack long enough to slip a hand behind him, but there was no way to distract him from the initial penetration.
Jack squealed in surprise. He was quite surprised that this wasn't painful, Clay had thick fingers, and the one inside Jack was no exception. He felt a little stretched as a second finger slid in, but the discomfort was nothing compared to the sudden pleasure he felt as Clay found his prostate.
"Mmm…" Jack arched his back and smiled serenely. He whined in disappointment when Clay removed his hand, then his breath caught in his throat as he felt the warm, moist tip of Clay's erection start to ease its way in.
"Ssh, it's okay, you just gotta relax." Clay pushed slowly but at a steady pace.
Jack bit down hard on his lip and squeezed his eyes closed, until Clay was fully sheathed, then the pain seemed to miraculously vanish, and was replaced by an overwhelming sense of completion.
Jack was incredibly tight. Clay had to fight his own instincts to just thrust straight in and fuck the younger boy right through the bed. He lay forward, resting most of his weight on his hands so as not to crush Jack. He looked down at the pretty face a few centimetres beneath his own. How come he'd never noticed how pretty Jack was before? Probably because he'd never been this drunk before, he laughed to himself a little as he started a gentle momentum. He could feel Jack's cock between them, and Jack's girly little hands gripping his shoulders.
Clay sped up the rocking, almost unable to control himself. He felt fingernails digging deeper into the flesh of his shoulders, and watched as Jack squeezed his eyes shut and cried out in a cracked pitch as he came to his climax.
Clay groaned as he felt Jack's muscles clench around his erection, drawing out a long, hard orgasm that shuddered through every cell of his body.
Jack lay still for about three minutes, he'd noticed Clay getting heavier, and it was starting to get difficult to breathe.
"Clay?" He managed to croak. When he received no reply, he realised that the cowboy had fallen asleep. Jack rolled him over and felt a little empty as Clay began to snore.
How could he just fall asleep after that? Jack hadn't exactly been expecting a marriage proposal, but he'd hoped they could talk.
He gathered up the blankets and lay down next to him, resting his head on his lover's chest.
"We can talk in the morning." Jack whispered, yawning. "I love you, Clay."
When Clay woke up the first thing he noticed was the soft mattress beneath him. So he wasn't at the temple.
His brain seemed to be beating the inside of his skull, his mouth tasted of whiskey and was dry as a bone. He tried to raise a hand to his eyes, but it was weighted down with something. 'Probably the owner of this bed', he thought to himself, only vaguely caring who he'd spent the night with, feeling much more desperate to get back to familiar territory.
He rolled towards the warm body and opened his eyes.
Short red hair, pale skin – not his normal type. Slowly he was able to focus his eyes. Quite a slim girl, eyeliner smeared down her face… Wait a minute…
Clay's heart skipped a beat as he realised who it was. He slowly pulled his arm out from under the body and rolled out of bed.
His head was pounding, his stomach was rolling, and now he really thought he was going to be sick. He searched the floor for his clothes, pulled them on as silently as possible, then crept out of the room and started running back to the temple.
He'd had sex with Jack Spicer.
A/N: I wasn't sure if I should have left it there, or at the end of the previous paragraph…
Go on then, what do you think?
I've nearly finished the next/final chapter, but if anyone has any useful input I may be able to use it.
Thanks.
