Fireball
AN: Here's Part Deux of our favorite trios vacation weekend. Hope you guys like it!
*Toby Jones: Drew Roy (Jameson's ex)
- Jamie's boyfriend from ages 13-15
- Killed by werewolf/ Gerard Argent
- A year older than James
- Part of another hunting family
*Tye Jones: Sean Farris (Toby's brother)
- 20
- Hunter
- Toby's half brother
Warning: Light sexual situation
~Wayward Summer~
Scott's Perspective:
"Whoo-hoo!" Jameson yelled jumping out of the front seat. The second she landed she just took off across the parking lot to the beach.
"James!" Stiles yelled, "Get back here! "
"I'll get her." I told him. He nodded and went back to gathering our beach supplies. I knew I wouldn't be able to track Jameson by sight there were too many people, too many blondes for that. I took a whiff of the air searching for the familiar mixture of smoky vanilla and leather. Vanilla…vanilla and brown sugar…vanilla like a cupcake…vanilla-smoky and…leather, got her. Her scent led me to bathing suit cover-up that clearly had just been tossed on the ground. Great now she's running around in a swimsuit by herself, Stiles is going to kill me.
I grabbed the cover-up and continued on until I found her shoes next a few feet from each other. I looked out over the water hoping she was nearby. I scanned the shallows twice before I finally spotted her. She was standing waist deep in the ocean with her arms flung out like she was taking it all in. Her blond hair was flying around her face, but she didn't seem to mind.
I took the opportunity to look at her suit, not because of…I mean… Stiles had been freaking out the entire way to the beach that it was going to be some practically see-through two-piece suit. And Jameson did nothing to alleviate his fears. But her suit wasn't that bad it was strapless dark green top that covered her stomach, and from the back it looked like it came up high enough to cover her…okay.
"Jameson!" I called out to her. She turned her head towards me with a smile. But once she saw me, it dropped and she huffed before trudging out of the water.
"Sorry, got a bit carried away."
"Yeah, seems like it." I teased her holding up her clothes. She bit her lip trying to hide her smile, "Come on we have to go find Stiles, he was pissed that you ran off."
Jameson rolled her eyes.
"Let him be pissed," She said, "He'll catch up, come on, get in the water with me."
I contemplated it for moment, and was about to turn her down, she begins to pout and gave me some killer puppy dog eyes. I sighed and tossed her stuff away from the waves. I took off my shirt and shoes and threw them next to her stuff. I turned back to her and she was holding out her hand for me to take. I reach out and grab it and she pulls me towards the waves. She sighs in contentment once her toes touch the water. She tugs me in deeper till we're both about waist deep. She lets go of my hand, and closes her eyes as she takes a deep breath in.
Again, I find myself observing her. I can't quite figure her out. This vacation has shown me a completely different side of Jameson. Gone was the warrior and in her place was a teenage girl, who like to dance to Footloose and loved the beach. It made me wonder what else I didn't know about her. I close my eyes trying to figure out why this place was so important.
I feel a spray of water hit my face; I look at Jameson who hasn't moved an inch since we got into the water. Must have just been the waves. I close my eyes again when I get hit with water again. I open my eyes and try to wipe the water from my face. I look down at Jameson seeing if she got wet too, but instead I see a twitch of a smile. It was her! I narrowed my eyes at and stuck my hand in the water and flung it in her face. She sputtered in surprise.
I laughed at her expression and soon her surprise turned into a smirk. I gulped, okay now I was nervous. She sticks her hand in the water and I immediately drop mine in too and we fling water at each other at the same time. Soon a war breaks out between the two of us causing us to split up. We continue splashing each other until James pounces on me knocking us both into the water. Instinctively I wrap an arm around her waist as we fall so not to lose her. I land hard on my butt much to James' amusement. She continues to laugh at my pained expression before pushing herself off me and half dunking me in the process. She gets up and runs out of the water and down the beach. The moment I right myself I spring up and chase after her. She looked back at me and laughed before picking up the pace. She wasn't going to get away from me that easily. I ran up the beach more and ran parallel with her for a while before speeding up and running back towards the water to cut her off. When I finally got ahead, she was looking behind her trying to spot me, and when she didn't see me she turned her head forward only to run right smack into my chest. The force of the impact caused her to tilt backwards. I caught her around her waist so she wouldn't fall.
"You cheated." She accused me. I just shrugged. I open my mouth to tell her it was only fair when someone cleared their throat very loudly.
"Ahem." Stiles cleared his throat. Both Jameson and I turned to look at Stiles. Jameson snorted when she saw him. He was a sight to see. Laden with our beach stuff, and sun screen on his nose, he had his hands on his hip looking sternly at the pair of us.
"You look ridiculous," Jameson laughed. Stile narrowed his eyes.
"Thanks for leaving me with all the stuff guys. Was this your plan all along?" he asked.
"Oh no, Scott he's caught on to our evil plan. Whatever will we do?" Jameson said dramatically.
"Maybe we could run for it."
"Nah, he might cheat like you." She teased.
"It's not cheating if it's natural talent." I told. She snorted and pushed against my chest to free herself from my grasp.
"It's not natural talent Fido, it's supernatural." She said walking back down the way we had come.
"Hey, where you are going?" Stiles called after her.
"Keep you shorts on, Screech, I'm just getting McCall and I's stuff."
"Did she just call me Screech?" Stiles asked me offended, "Everybody knows I'm more of a Zach Morris."
"And who am I?" I asked curiously.
"Slater."
"Jameson?"
"Jessie."
"You've put a lot of thought into this haven't you?"
"No…" he protested. I raised my eyebrow at him, "Shut-up dude and help me set up our spot."
He turned around fluster and moved up the beach a ways to and put our stuff down. I shook my head at him, it was just too easy to rile him up. Which is probably why Jameson enjoys doing it so much. I look down the beach once more to make sure she's okay, before jogging towards Stiles to set up camp.
~Carry On~
Jameson's Perspective:
After spending several hours by the water, we packed up our stuff and headed to the Jeep. We then made our way to the boardwalk to grab some food and look around. Near the pizza place we decided to get lunch, I spotted an adorable stuffed wolf hanging as a prize for a milk bottle game. I grinned mischievously and grabbed Scott's hand.
"Hey Stiles, go on ahead and order the pizza. I'm gonna see if I can win Wonder Pup here a prize."
I nodded my head in the direction of the wolf prizes and Stiles chuckled before heading to the pizza stand two doors down from the game. I pulled Scott through the foot traffic to the stand.
"A wolf really?" Scott asked when he saw the prizes hanging around the entrance.
"What you don't want a physical representation of your spirit animal?" I asked him. He rolled his eyes, and I took that as he really wanted one. I motioned to the guy running the game and handed him a five dollar bill. Bored as he could be he handed me four baseballs. To spite him I gave him a large grin before taking the baseballs from him. I took my cache back to McCall and set myself up at station two.
"You know these games are rigged, right?" Scott asked.
"I know. But I'm a Winchester."
Scott rolled his eyes and I stuck my tongue out at him. I placed three of my baseballs on the counter and arranged myself to throw the fourth. I drew my arm back aiming with my other elbow and let the ball loose. I missed the bottles by an inch. Scott started laughing.
"Shut-up, McCall." I said, before picking up the next one in line. I repeat my set up from last time, just making a few adjustments. I let the ball fly again and skimmed the rim if the top bottle of the stack. But it didn't fall.
"Son of a bitch!" I exclaimed, taking the next ball and chunking right at the target. It made it but the bottles only leaned back a little but didn't fall. It was liked they were glued together on a moveable stand that sprung back up. I hear the employee snicker, and pick up the next ball ready to fire it at his head when Scott grabs my hand mid-throw. I give him a dark glare, but he just shakes his head and takes the ball from me. I huff in frustration.
He pulls me away from the counter and flashes his yellow eyes at me. I grin. This is one time I'm going to enjoy his "natural" talent. He smiles back and turns to face the bottles. He winds up and lets the ball go. It shatters the bottles starling the pimple-faced employee. I laugh and give Scott a round of applause. He bows, before turning to the game guy and pointing to a stuffed brown wolf. Still jumpy the boy did as Scott asked and retrieved the prize. Scott returned triumphantly with his rewards and shook it in my face.
"So who won the prize?" he asked cupping a hand around his ear. I rolled my eyes.
"The Great Cheaterino Scott McCall." I responded.
"Seriously?" he asked.
"Being nice to you just isn't in my color wheel, McCall," I said patting his cheek and walking past him to find Stiles. A beat later he catches up, and hands me the wolf.
"Why are you giving me this?" I asked him.
"I won it for you." He said with a shrug.
"What am I going to do with a stuff animal?" I asked him.
"I don't know, decoration, scare away predators, whatever, just take the gift James." He said slightly exasperated. I looked at him oddly, wondering what crawled up his butt. Maybe it was because I insulted his present.
"Thanks," I told looking down and pulling the wolf closer to my chest.
"Your welcome."
"Well," I said trying to escape the awkward "feelings" moment, "I don't know about you McCall but I'm starved and I want to show Stiles that you like me more."
I took the wolf and shook it in his face. He laughed and the two of us went in search of our friend.
~Wayward Summer~
Scott's Perspective:
Around 6, we headed back to the Jeep, Stiles was carrying Jameson on his back. The wolf I got her was safely secured in one of her hands and occasionally would hit Stiles in the face. He would yell at her to control her dog or he would drop her. Both of them knew that he wouldn't and Jameson would sass him in return. Stiles would roll his eyes and the two would quiet down until the wolf hit Stiles in the face and they would start up again. He did drop her legs when we got to the Jeep and both of them nearly fell on the black-top.
"What the hell, Stiles?" Jameson exclaimed once she righted herself.
"I told you if your wolf hit me in the face again I would drop you, I just didn't say when." He shot back. Jameson slapped him upside the head.
"Don't take your relationship issues with Clint out on me." She told him.
"Who's Clint?" Stiles asked. Jameson held up her wolf by its paw for him to see.
"Why Clint?" I asked. Jameson gave me an incredulous look.
"He's named after Clint Eastwood, duh." She replied.
"Well it's better than Fido." I said giving Stiles a pointed look, reminding him of the time he wrote that on a dog bowl because I kissed Lydia. He just rolled his eyes.
"Just get in the car," Stiles said unlocking the passenger door. I moved scooted the passenger seat forward and Jameson hopped in. Once she was clear of the track, I moved the seat back into place and climbed in. Stiles was already in and was turning on the car.
"Where to James?" Stiles asked.
"Back to the cabin, it's too early to go out yet." She said, "Let's get something to eat and get cleaned up."
"Sounds good." Stiles says and pushes Jameson's tape in.
"Dancing days are here again as the summer evenings grow
I got my flower, I got my power, I got a woman who knows.
I said it's alright. You know it's alright - I guess it's all in my heart
You'll be my only, my one and only. Is that the way it should start?
Crazy ways are evident, In the way that you're wearing your clothes
Sippin'' booze is precedent as the evening starts to glow."
"Nice," Stiles said before pulling out of the parking spot. The song sounded familiar and I turned around to ask Jameson what it was, but she held her hand up.
"I swear to God, Scott if you ask me who this is, I will shoot you."
"Okay," I said pulling back and looking at Stiles.
"Don't ask me either." He said, before turning his eyes back to the road. Geez, Jameson's right I needed a cultural education.
~Wayward Summer~
Jameson's Perspective:
With my belly full of Chinese food and my body freshly showered, I got ready for tonight. Tonight I planned on getting hammered. I couldn't last night because we drove, but the 24-hour weekend bus we were taking tonight gave me the opportunity. Maybe I'll even find a dark corner and get to know a fellow vacationer. I smirked at the last thought, imagining Stiles face if he caught me. His head would explode. It would certainly make my night.
With that happy thought in mind, I pulled out the outfit I had planned for tonight. I went with a classic, faded American flag jean shorts with the stars on one leg and the stripes on the other. I had a bra that matched that I bought to piss off Dean, because it showed through a lot of my shirts and he had recently embarrassed me in front of a guy while on a case. My top was a blue flowy tank that was longer in the back and higher in the front and showed just a sliver of skin. To complete the look, I wore my favorite knee high boots.
I freed my hair from its bun and let it tumble down my back. The bun had given it some body, but it needed something. So I took some strands of my blonde hair and braided a thin rope on both sides of my head and tied them together against the back of my neck with a thin hair tie. I looked myself over in the mirror, turning from side to side. Damn, I look good. Though, I know someone who would disagree.
"Do you see how she's dressed?" Dean asked Sam, gesturing wildly at me. I was wearing a pair of ripped jeans and a blue tank that was longer in the back. The front was shorter and I was probably showing like two centimeters of skin.
"She's dresses like a teenaged girl, Dean." Sam said with a sigh.
"Since when did teenage girls decide to stop wearing clothes?" Dean demanded.
"Sam." I whined.
"Considering some of the outfits I saw some of the other girls wearing at her school, it's pretty conservative." Sam defended me.
"Thank-you."
"Well Dean doesn't care, but on another shirt Jamie. "
"Sam." I whined again, looking at my brother for support. Seeing my play Dean looked intimidatingly at my brother. Sam leaned back at the insanity in Dean's gaze. I huffed that meant I lost.
"Put on another shirt, James." Sam said.
"Urghhh!" I made annoyed sound before stomping off to my bag and grabbing a t-shirt and heading to the bathroom. In an act of rebellion I just put it on over my blue shirt, with every intention of taking it off the t-shirt at school. I stomped out of the bathroom and looked like it was putting something back in my bag before snatching my jacket off the bed along with my book bag.
"Will I do Your Majesty or would you like me to find a nun outfit?" I asked Dean.
"Don't tempt me, Squirt." He replied, his jaw clenched.
"Whatever," I said blowing him off and turning to Sam, "Will you take me to school? I won't exactly make any friends if I show up with the dictator here."
Sam tried unsuccessfully to not show his amusement and nodded.
"Great, I'll be in the car." I said leaving making sure to slam the door. I walked over to the Impala and got in on the passenger side and waited for the gutless flip flopper. A moment later, Sam comes out with the keys and gets into the car. He looks at me for a minute not saying anything.
"Just make sure you put the t-shirt on before Dean comes to get you at the end of the day." He said.
I smirked at him.
"Thanks Sam."
"Just stay away from any boys and we'll call it even." He said starting the car.
I smiled at him
A knock on my door wakes me from my musings. I turn and look at the door.
"You ready, James?" Scott asked through the door.
"Yeah, I'll be out in a minute."
"Okay," he replied. I gave myself another glance in the mirror and deemed myself acceptable. I grabbed some money out of my bag and stuffed some in my point and front pocket.
"So who's ready for some fun?" I asked as I opened the door.
~Wayward Summer~
Scott's Perspective:
"Our stop's right ahead," Jameson said as she tugged on the rope signaling to the drive to pull over. After a few minutes we felt the bus slow down and pull off the road to a bus stop. All three of us got up with some of the other passengers and exited the bus.
"Thanks,' Jameson called over shoulder before jumping to the ground.
"Where to next, James?" Stiles asked.
"The bar's two blocks over on the water," She answered jerking her thumb behind her.
"Well let's go, I have more bad decisions to make." Stiles said clapping his hands.
"I like the way you think, Stilinski, and that's why tonight will involve tequila." Jameson replied.
"Alright." Stiles said enthusiastically.
"Scott you're on babysitting duty since you can't get drunk, I'm not sure what's going to happen tonight" Jameson told me. I saluted her. She rolled her eyes and motioned for us to follow her.
"So how did you hear about this bar?" Stiles asked.
"Came here with my brothers one time." She replied.
"A beach bar doesn't seem very Winchester-y."
"It's not but an ex-hunter owns it."
"Does this mean we get another discount?" Stiles asked.
"No, we're paying full price. And I'll probably end up paying double." Jameson groaned.
"Why?" I asked her.
"Well Winchesters are welcomed but not so much. My brother started a fight in the bar because some asshole wouldn't look away from me after being asked nicely."
"Is that going to be a problem?" Stiles asked stopping in his tracks.
"It's a bar Stiles, men are going to look. But considering we're at the beach, other girls will be wearing much less than I am. I'll be fine."
Stiles didn't look so convinced, but he nodded his head and started walking again. Not too long after we arrived at the end of a long dock. The line to get in was just past the edge.
"Not bad." Jameson said, "Last time the line came out to the sidewalk. It should take us too long to get in."
"What's the line for?" I asked.
"ID checks and cover charges." She answered.
"How much does it cost to get in?"
"Uhh…," She says looking around, "looks like seven. Which isn't bad."
"How come there wasn't a charge at the Boot Scootin' Boogie?"
"Because it's also a full service restaurant and it has games, etc. Odds are you'll spend money there."
"True."
We waited in line for about twenty minutes before finally reaching the bouncer and the cashier.
"Hey," Jameson greeted as she came up on them, "Is Mick coming tonight?"
The bouncer stiffened in surprise at her questions, before narrowing his eyes and giving Jameson a critical once over.
"Maybe, maybe not." The bouncer answered. Jameson rolled her eyes at his answer and turned her head and pulled her hair away. The bouncer looked confused until he noticed something. He suspicion settled in to smirk.
"Only one group of hunters in the world has that mark." The bouncer remarked, "And they're all dead. Unless…Winchester."
"Why does everyone say my last name like that?" Jameson said throwing her hands up.
"Maybe because last time you Winchesters were here, your brother broke my nose." The bouncer answered tersely.
"You swung first." James shot back.
"Where are your guard dogs tonight?"
"Out of town." Jameson answered as she pulled money out of her boot.
"Make sure they stay that way," the bouncer said returning her ID to her. "Are these two with you?"
"Yep." She answered.
"Are they hunters too?"
"Do they look like hunters, I mean come on." Jameson answered.
"Hey!" Stiles protested.
"Fine ," the bouncer said, "just hand over your money and get out of my sight."
We did as we were told and quickly entered the bar but not before Jameson gave the bouncer's back the finger.
"What was that about?" Stiles asked, "Why did you ask about Mick and show him you're ear?"
Jameson sighed.
"I was letting him know I was a hunter, so he would skip the ID check." She replied, "Come on let's get drunk."
~Carry On~
Jameson's Perspective:
"Here's to the beginning of the best summer ever," Stiles said holding up his shot of tequila.
"Here, here." I said tapping my glass against his, before throwing it back. The familiar burn spread down my throat. Stiles copied my actions before I could stop and began sputtering and gagging.
"Is he supposed to be doing that?" Scott asked.
"Yeah, it's normal for a tequila virgin." I replied, "He didn't know to salt first."
I hand Stiles a lemon wedge.
"You need to bite into it, Boss, it will ease the burning." I instructed him; still coughing he took it and did what I said. After a few moments his face started returning to its normal color.
"How do you not know how to take tequila shots?" I asked him when he calmed down.
"I was just copying you." He defended himself.
"Stiles you should know by now I'm not the best role model."
"Well I know that now!"
Scott laughed as his friend.
"Maybe for now you should stick with rum, I'll get you a Malibu Bay Breeze."
"What's that?"
"Rum and a lot of juice." I said getting off the high-legged car stool type chair.
"Juice sounds good."
"Want anything else, Scott?" I asked him.
"I wouldn't mind trying Jameson Whiskey." He replied.
"Good choice, I'll be back boys, don't do anything stupid."
With that final warning I headed for the bar. We had chosen a spot on the opposite wall so the boys wouldn't be so overwhelmed, particularly Stiles. I enter the horde of dancers to get to the bartender, and ended up having to dance my way through. I had finally reached the other side, and climbed up the steps to the platform where the bar is when a familiar voice stopped me.
"Well if it isn't little Whiskey Winchester."
A smile grew on my lips. But not wanting him to know how happy I was to see him, I dropped my shoulder and sighed loudly.
"What do you want?" I asked him in an aggravated tone as I turned around leaning my elbows against the bar.
"Well for starters a warmer welcome."
"Well you're welcome to hold you breathe until you get one."
The two of us narrowed our eyes at each other, neither one of us ready to back down. It didn't take long for his lip to begin twitching, trying to hold back a smile. I grinned, breaking the stare-off.
"Hi," I said softly. He smirked and snatched my arm and tugged me closer. He snaked his arm around my waist securing me against him. His other hand finds its way to my hair, before learning down to overtake my lips with his own. I smile before engaging him back. I let my tongue smooth over his lips and he lets me in. He moans as he presses me closer against him. I laugh and wind my arms around his neck and ran my fingers against the nape of his neck. We stay like that for a few minutes before he pulls back and rests his forehead on mine.
"Well look at that, I didn't even need to hold my breath." He teased. I scoff and hit his shoulder.
"Ow!" He exclaims.
"Good, it was supposed to hurt," I said pushing away from. He let me put distance between us but kept his arms wrapped around my waist securely.
"Well it's not often I get you to change your mind. I like letting people know when it happens."
I bunch up my lips trying not to smile.
"What are you doing here, Tye?" I asked.
"I was working a case in a town about an hour away. So I thought why the hell not, and headed for the beach. And who do I see, but some crazy blonde trying to beat the milk bottle game."
"It's rigged. I tell you, it's rigged."
"I know," he laughed softly tugging a strand of my hair.
"Wait, if you saw me earlier why didn't you say anything?"
"You seemed preoccupied." Tye said his tone growing dark. I gave him a look, and he sighed, "That guy you were with earlier."
"Scott? He's a friend." I said confused.
"Yeah and so am I." He replied. It then dawned on me what he had been getting at. I laughed.
"What?" he asked.
"McCall and me? God no." I continued to laugh.
"And what about the other one?"
"Tye his name is Stiles." I answered him like that solved answered everything.
"Stiles? Really?"
"Nickname, he won't tell me his real name."
Tye just shook his head, before kissing my forehead.
"So besides amassing a fan club, what have trouble have you been getting in to?" he asked. I smiled at his joke, before growing serious.
"I took on a Kanima." I told him.
"A Kanima? By yourself?"
"No, I had some help from some new friends. "
"Your fan club?"
"Yeah, they might not look like much but they make a good Batman and Robin." I replied defending the boys. I then softly say, "Gerard was there."
Tye's grip tightens around me. If people thought I hated Gerard, Tye took it to the next level. But Toby was Tye's brother and I understand more than anyone what it's like to hate someone with everything you have for taking away your family.
"How is the bastard?"
"He's dying, Tye."
"From what?"
"Cancer and Mountain Ash poisoning."
"Good." Tye growled, "Wait, mountain ash poisoning you can only get that if…"
"Yeah, he gained control of a Kanima just so he could capture an Alpha werewolf to bite him." I said laying my head against his chest hoping to hide what I was saying from those around us.
"What went wrong?"
"Scott, he switched out Gerard's cancer pill with mountain ash, so when he got bit…"
"It didn't take." Tye interrupted.
"Black blood everywhere."
"I'm going to have to thank that boy of yours." Tye said, "But for now, how would you like to get out of here?"
I looked up at Tye, the face he wore was cocky, but his eyes were full of anger and grief. And this is how we dealt with our grief surrounding Toby, by losing ourselves in each other. I nodded and he swooped down to place a light kiss on my lips.
"I'm just going to tell the boys I'm heading out; I don't want them to worry."
He nodded.
"I'll meet you out front," he said before releasing me. I nodded, and reached up and kissed his cheek before going to find Scott and Stiles. I jumped into the pit and danced my way across to the other side.
"Hey, where's our drinks?" Stiles asked.
"I didn't make it to the bar," I replied.
"Why?"
"I ran into an old friend," I replied, "Hey, they're only in town for the night, do guys mind if I cut out?"
"James? Come on, it's our vacation." Stiles whined.
"Yeah and we've had fun." I told him, "Look, I'll meet you guys back at the cabin. I won't drink and drive and all over the other things I'm not supposed to do."
Stiles looked to Scott and the pair shared a look. Eventually Scott shrugged and Stiles sighed.
"Get lost you crazy kid," Stiles said motioning with his hand.
"Thanks see you guys later. And please don't do anything I wouldn't do. In fact don't do anything Scott wouldn't do."
Scott looked offended.
"Great James now you've hurt his feelings."
"It's not my fault he's a good puppy." I said,
"Hey!" Scott protested.
"See you guys later," I said turning on my heel. I raise my hand high in the air and wave. I walk around the edges of the bar and make my way to the door. When I got outside I looked around for Tye and found him leaning against the railing next to the exit ramp. He looked up when he heard the door shut and smiled when he caught sight of me.
"Hey," he greeted holding his hand out tome. I gave him a small smile and took his offered hand. He pushes of the railing, "My motel is a couple blocks down."
"Please tell me it's not one of those pay-by-the-hour places," I said.
"No, I learned my lesson after that time in Virginia." Tye said making a face. I laughed. He smiled down at me and kissed me again. I pressed myself up against him and deepened the kiss.
"Let's go." I whisper against his mouth. He nods and pulls away. He kisses my forehead and pulled me down the walkway.
~Wayward Summer~
I kissed Tye shoulder and settled down more in his arms. His thumb was rubbing circles on my bare thigh. We had made the most of the last two hours and were settling in for a bit of cuddling before I made my escape.
"I heard about Sam, Jamie." Tye said after a bit.
"Mmm…" was the only sound I made.
"James…"
"Shut-p, Tye," I said propping myself up to capture his lips. He returned it enthusiastically for a moment before thinking better of it.
"I'm serious James, if you ne-mmm."
I cut him off again by kissing him, slipping my tongue into his mouth. His hand came up to my shoulder and gently pushed me back.
"Jameson. It's me, you don't have to put on some act."
"I'm not acting. He died, I dealt with it and I'm moving on." I replied throwing my leg over his waist, and leaning down to pepper kisses down his chest. He hissed in pleasure as I bit his nipple.
"James why aren—mmm..with…Dea-mmm…hissss."
I finally got him to shut-up as my wandering hand reached its southern destination. I gave him a squeeze and he groaned.
"James…come on." He tried again. I sighed and let him go and changed tactics by ground my core against him.
"Okay then," He said leaning up to kiss me. I smiled and victory as he flipped us over and entered me in one thrust.
~Wayward Winchester~
To Tye: I guess there's something to that country song. From now on I'll save the horse and ride a cowboy ; )
I smiled at the text before sending off to Tye. I had snuck out once he was out and made my way back to the bus stop. I only had to wait only fifteen minutes before the bus arrived. I hoped on and showed the drvier my pass and settled in for the ride back.
Another twenty minutes and the bus drops me off at the main cabin. I thank the bus driver and hike back to the Winchester cabin. I left my keys in Stiles Jeep, just in case something like this happened. Well not exactly me running into Tye but if we got separated or something. I opened the passenger door and dug through my box of cassettes for the keys.
"Aha!" I exclaimed pulling out the keys. I shut the car door and made my way to the front door. I opened the door slowly so not to wake up Scott with his sensitive wolf hearing. I looked inside and almost laughed at the sight in front of me. I crept in and closed the door completely.
Stiles was lying on his stomach on the couch with his butt in the air. His mouth was open and he was making a strangled snoring sound. He was in his PJs, which meant he didn't just pass out there. Was he waiting up for me? I smiled and moved across the room and grabbed a blanket off one of the other chairs. I covered Stiles with the blanket, making sure to get as much of him as I could under the blanket.
"Thanks, Stiles." I said. I straightened the blanket and headed to me room. I face planted on the bed and fell asleep within minutes.
~Wayward Summer~
Scott's Perspective:
I woke up the next morning around 10 am, and headed out to the living room to check on Stiles. He had decided to wait up for Jameson to make sure she came home okay. I had offered because I was less drunk than he was, but he said it was his duty.
Stiles was still sleeping on the couch tangled up in a blanket with one leg thrown over the back of the couch. Did James not come in last night? Or did he fall asleep? I went over to Jameson's door and reached out for the doorknob. I stopped for a moment, worried this might not be a good idea. I just wanted to see if she was back. So I grabbed the handle and peeked in.
Jameson was lying on her bed in her clothes from last night. Her blonde hair was all tangled up and her smell was off. Mixed in with the vanilla and leather scent was cologne and gunpowder. Did she leave us to go hook-up with guy? And if so why didn't she tell us?
"Scott?" her raspy voice asked.
"Oh, hey. I was just checking to see if you were back."
"Yeah, I rolled in about four."
"Oh, did you have fun with your friend?" I asked her. She smirked.
"Yeah, we had a good time."
"Good."
"What time is it?"
"Uhh…just after ten."
"Is Sleeping Beauty still sawing logs out there?"
"Yep," I replied with a smile.
"Can you wake him up? We have to be out of here by noon."
"Yeah sure."
"Thanks, I'm going to take a shower," She said swinging her legs over the side of the bed and rising in to a stretch. The more she moved, the more of that foreign scent she released. Something deep inside was growling at the other male's scent. It was weird. I shake it off and look back up at her.
"We'll I'll go wake up Stiles and we'll head out in about an hour."
"Great, I can be ready in fifteen."
"Okay," I said closing the door, finally dulling the scent of Jameson's friend.
~Wayward Winchester~
Jameson's Perspective:
We loaded up Stiles' Jeep, loading said owner in the backseat to continue sleeping off his hangover. Scott and I agreed that he wouldn't be driving today at all and that we would split the hours down the middle. I would take the first league and let Scott get the home stretch.
I left the keys in the mailbox like usual, knowing Judd would be by in about an hour to check over the cabin. He shouldn't have too many causes for complaint. Scott and I packed up all the food, got the trash and stripped all the used beds.
"We got everything?" I asked Scott once he climbed in to the passenger seat.
"Bags, check," He said before looking in the back seat, "Stiles, check. Yeah I think we're good."
I laughed and brought the Jeep to life. I dug in to the box by Scott's feet and pulled out Road Trip Vol. 2 and popped it in the cassette player. One of my favorite 90s songs began playing over the speaker,
"Hey," Scott said excitedly, "I actually know this song. Blues Traveller right?"
"Nice to know you're not completely hopeless, McCall." I said turning the volume up.
"Let's just go home, okay."
"Whatever you say, McCall."
"Once upon a midnight dreary
I woke with something in my head
I couldn't escape the memory
Of a phone call and of what you said
Like a game show contestant with a parting gift
I could not believe my eyes
When I saw through the voice of a trusted friend
Who needs to humor me and tell me lies
Yeah, humor me and tell me lies
And I'll lie too and say I don't mind
And as we seek so shall we find
And when you're feeling open I'll still be here
But not without a certain degree of fear
Of what will be with you and me
I still can see things hopefully"
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