Club Confessions

"So Jesse knows Sam well?" Brennan asked Shalimar from there position above the partiers below. He had a clear view of Jess and Sam down close to the bar, and for added security, the com rings were set to track everyone's movements. Even Sam had one on just incase.

Shalimar smiled as her eyes dotted everywhere, focusing on nothing and everything. They had positioned themselves near the only entrance so that all who passed by, Shal could smell, and they hoped find the guy. It was a thin hope, but still…

"Sam and Jesse have similar stories," she answered, "They're from the same high society, the same school and their both outcasts. Sam's older then Jess though, and a little tougher. He spent many years protecting that loveable younger brother of mine, and many years being his friend. There was nothing really, really serious between them. They kind of both decided that their friendship was more important, but still there was a time, a long, long time ago, that they were closer then friends."

Brennan nodded, again his green eyed monster flaring to life causing Shalimar to laugh.

"They're over each other Brennan. Sam chose a life that Jesse didn't want and they both know it could never work out. Like I said they're just friends."

"More like fuck bodies," Brennan mumbled.

Shalimar gave him a gentle look, sensing the true emotions that Brennan fought to hide and told him softly, "Jesse hasn't slept with anyone or even flirted with another guy since you joined us."

That surprised Brennan, but he didn't have time to say anything; something was happening on the dance floor.

"So what do you think of Brennan?" Jesse asked Sam as he accepted a drink.

"Not my type," Sam said taking a swig from his beer.

Jesse laughed and Sam just looked at him, "I'm serious, I don't like tops."

That only made Jesse laugh harder and it took him a moment to calm down before he could explain, "Not for you dumb ass."

It took a moment, but the Sam started to laugh and shake his head. He even had the grace to blush a little; "Sorry but my sis, Amy, is always trying to hook me up with guys. Guess I'm just use to trying to defend my honor."

"What honor?" Jesse asked with an eyebrow raised, only to receive a swat on the head and a;

"Shut up, look whose talking."

Jesse shrugged and then got back to the topic at hand, "So what do you think?

"I think he's fucking hot and damn if I did tops I'd be all over him. I also think he's smart, not just a kid off the street, you know what I mean?" Jesse nodded and Sam continued, "I also think that he's got a dark side to him and he might get a little dangerous, but then I just met him so I can't tell."

Jesse nodded, "He does get moody…a lot."

Sam looked at his friend and studied him for a moment. He knew Jesse just about better then anybody else, maybe even better then Shal. After all he knew Jess inside and out. He knew how to push every button the kid had. He knew how to tell when he was scared, how to back him down from throwing in the towel. He knew when Jesse was angry and how to keep him from losing it. He knew how Jesse felt, how Jesse worked, what drove him on. How to hold him when he cried…. And right now he knew that Jesse was in love.

"Just go screw him Jess," Sam said before taking another drink.

Jesse looked at Sam confused, causing Sam to shake his head and sigh; "You're really not that clueless, are you? You're head over heels for him, and if how possessive he was of you in the VIP room was any indication of how he feels, he's head over heels too. So just go screw each other already."

"Can we use your bathroom…?" Jesse said, a wicked smile playing on his face.

Sam turned bright red at the inside joke and turned to look directly at Jesse, "Why you little…."

"Shh…" Jesse said, his body completely tense, his face suddenly all serious.

"What is it?" Sam asked.

"I hear him…he's here."

Sorry, just more boreing relationship stuff. But hey now that it's out of the way we can get on to the good parts! Yea good parts!