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+1: One Time Jason Surprised Steve

Steve could almost feel his dead heart beat rapidly. "Just how naive is that boy?" He instantly tore himself away from Jason's side, running as fast as he could. Where? He didn't care. Just as long as he was far, far away from a very drunk and obviously confused Jason Stackhouse. Steve cursed into the night, temptation and instinct overwhelming his body as he came to a stop after what had to have been a good half hour of running. "Oh Lord," thought Steve, growling in frustration. Jason had been so close, so warm… And had asked for him, invited him! The mere thought of what might have followed left Steve's mouth parched, thirst overcoming him. Taking a glance back, Steve let out a small whimper before he continued running, increasing the distance from his desire. Finally at what he considered a relatively safe distance from the Stackhouse residence, Steve gave into the temptation, walking towards the nearest town in search of nourishment.

Several weeks passed before Steve found himself comfortable enough with his own control to wander back towards Jason's house, taking up his usual post of about a hundred yards from the residence. Far enough, he wasn't extremely obvious to Jason— yet close enough that he had a clear, vivid line of sight through the windows of the establishment. Steve had spent the beginnings of many nights watching Jason get drunk and pass out for the night, doing his best to ignore the half of him that regarded the activity as creepy. He genuinely cared for the human, he told himself— and God knows the boy attracts trouble light a magnet. While Steve couldn't always be there for Jason, he figured he could at least check in on him.

After Jason had rejected him, it had taken time— but Steve had grown accepting of his one-sided relationship with the man… Or so he had thought. When Jason had invited Steve into his house willingly it had taken every ounce of humanity left in Steve to not take him then and there. Everything in him to not give into the greedy, physical pleasures his eternally damned body longed for.

Something caught Steve as off that evening though— Jason had forgotten to close the blinds to his bedroom. It wasn't something he always did— sometimes the window was even open, a bit— as it was now— if it was cool enough out. Steve often enjoyed those nights more than others, getting to watch Jason's features as he slept peacefully, momentarily unaware of the dangers lurking in the night. Usually, however, that only happened because Jason failed to notice Steve's presence on said nights— because when Jason saw Steve, the blinds immediately were closed.

Steve kept his distance from the house, but watched curiously as he saw Jason prepare for bed, lights flickering off as he advanced towards his bed, eyes only briefly gazing towards the window. Steve swallowed heavily, his throat once again drying up at the sight before him. Jason had stripped. Off went the shirt, off went the pants— and oh so slowly came the boxers. "How often did Jason sleep in the nude?" Steve licked his lips, doing his best to maintain self control."Was this why he closed the blinds?" Steve could already feel himself becoming aroused, his body ignoring better thought as he slowly crept closer to the house, doing his best to stay hidden in the shadows.

Steve watched intently, the moon reflecting a pale glow on Jason's body as he finally crawled into bed. A second of indecency and guilt flashed through Steve's mind, ashamed of his wayning control, only to be forgotten when Jason's hand slowly slid down his side, now resting slightly above his stomach. Steve eyed the hand closely, as it suddenly continued its descent.

An audible growl left his throat, momentarily forgetting he was trying to stay hidden. Steve found himself groaning again moments later as he watched Jason, hungry. He could almost see the sweat glistening off of Jason's forehead.

Suddenly, Jason's face turned towards the window, looking out into the night. Steve could have sworn they locked eyes for a moment, but quickly dismissed the idea. "Jason couldn't have possibly spotted me, could he?" Steve's anxiety momentarily spiked, only adding the adrenaline coursing through him. He no longer could control his predator-like movements, creeping closer and closer to the house, only stopping once his back was against the outside wall— just out of Jason's sight. Just out of his sight— yet close enough that Steve could almost imagine he was with Jason at that moment, the heaviness of Jason's breath grazing Steve's ears."Jason Stackhouse, you have no idea what you do to me," he thought.

What happened next was far from what he envisioned occurring that evening...There was no doubt in his mind, between the cacophony of moans that filled the night air, Jason had most definitely said Steve's name. Jason wanted him.

What little control that remained broke loose, and seconds later found himself inside Jason's house, feasting at the sight before him.

/./././././././

Jason woke up with a pounding headache, only to find himself sprawled out on the couch. "Ugh how did you get home last night, Jason Stackhouse?" His words hung stale in the air. He sat up, rubbing his eyes as he tried to remember the previous night. He remembered an argument with Jessica and spending some time with Steve at the bar, but after that he was drawing a blank. He glanced around his house, noticing his front door was slightly ajar. He sighed when he spotted the clock, which read 10:43 AM. He was almost two hours late for his shift at the sheriff's office already. Jason walked towards the front door, and just like he suspected, his car was absent. He'd have to call Andy and ask him to swing by and pick him up, but doubted the other officer would mind much. Taking a quick wiff of himself, Jason groaned as he turned around, stagging towards the shower. He needed to get cleaned up before he could even consider heading towards work.

Over a week passed since Jason's drunken encounter with Steve, and he was still struggling to piece together parts of there conversation. He'd enjoyed talking with the vampire— Jason remembered that much. Every night since he had looked out his window, hoping to see Steve so he could inquire— but the former reverend had yet to make an appearance. Jason frowned that night as he got ready for bed, lonely at the thought of Steve not showing up outside his house anymore. Jason had almost grown accustom to his presence outside at night, and a nagging fear in the back of his head kept suggesting that Jason had done something to offend his newly aquired friend.

If only he could remember what happened that night.

He sighed, turning off the television and heading for his bedroom, stripping off his shirt in the process. When he got to his room, he shut his blinds and hit the lights, leaving him alone in the darkness. Jason couldn't deny it any longer— he cared for Steve. How much he wasn't sure. He wanted to say Steve was just a friend, like Jessica, but it felt like— like a lie. Not the "I've slept with Jessica so we're sort of ex-'friends with benefits' friends" but rather like Steve meant something more… Something more than even Jessica had been. It felt foregin.

Terrifying.

Jason felt so lost when he tried to comprehend his feelings for the vampire, that he often opted to occupy his mind with other matters, distracting himself with the usualy porn, arm weights, and beer. But tonight, it almost seemed like an impossible idea.

He had gone out with Andy the other day, along with the Judge to a pleasure club full of faeries, and in typical Jason Stackhouse style, he found himself on the receiving end of a kiss from a beautiful, scantly-clad woman. What had shocked Jason, however, was when he kissed her, he quickly found himself envisioning it was Steve on top of him instead. When the faerie called him out on it, reading his mind, Jason felt like someone had slapped him. He couldn't make a valid argument for why he had imagined Steve's precense, because he couldn't even understand it truely.

His mind kept wandering back to the kiss— the imaginary kiss he had shared with Steve in his thoughts as he laid down on his bed, shuffling out of his uniform's pants. Had he really wished it had been Steve? Did that mean he was actually gay? Jason physically shook his head. No, he told himself— he liked girls too much to be gay. But, possibly— bisexual? Jason considered the thought. When he compared it to all of the crazy, kinky shit he had done throughout the past few years, it almost seemed like a tame, dull idea in comparison. He'd done anal before— sure… But only with girls. Girls were soft— gentle— and had smooth curves that blended together… Being with a guy?

Jason laid back on his bed, trying to entertain the thought as he closed his eyes. It would be so different, when compared. Broad shoulders and small hips that lacked curve, replaced with sharp edges, bony.. Rough, larger palms in contrast to a girls, small fragile ones. Muscles that could push, fight back against Jason's movements. A fight for dominance. A girl was fragile— could break. You couldn't be too rough. But with a man?

Jason bit back a groan as he opened his eyes. Clearly, he had enjoyed the idea. A bit too much, almost. He rolled over, moaning as he did his best to ignore the warmth between his legs. It was most definitely, time for bed.

A few days later, however, Jason spotted him. In the same spot, gazing longingly into Jason's windows. He found himself smiling, happy to see Steve was there again— things were back to normal… Sort of.

A blush crept over Jason's cheeks when he recalled his ephiphony earlier that week— that being attracted to men— or at least a single man— may not be a bad thing after all. Steve Newlin was, after all, a pretty good looking dude in Jason's book… He had a nice frame— wasn't weak.. Not as a human and certainly not now as a vampire. Since then he hadn't been able to get the very thought of Steve out of his head— the vampire was, after all, the first person to express a deeper interest in Jason. One that wasn't based entirely on sex appeal. It was just… one of many factors in this case.

Jason decided to not let the thought linger as he cleaned up his dishes from dinner, deciding he would head to bed a bit earlier than usual. He wasn't exhausted, but instead found himself flustered and admittedly a bit insecure tonight at the idea of Steve watching his every move from outside. As Jason wandered into his room he immediately hit the lights, the faint glow of the moon illuminating his room enough for him to see. He glanced towards his window, unable to see Steve this time.

Maybe he had left for the night?

Jason couldn't blame him— the man was busy working the Media almost nightly, promoting vampire rights nation-wide. He sighed turning back towards his bed, hands hugging his waist as he lifted his shirt over his head. Next went the jeans, which took a bit of shimmying on Jason's behalf to disguard, the air sticky and humid.

Jason glanced at the window again. Still no sign of Steve. He sighed, figuring he was alone for the night. No need to close the shades. Jason began to crawl towards his bed when he figured why the hell not and slowly slid his boxers off too. The breeze coming in from his slightly ajar window was cool, relaxing contrast to the humid air in his bedroom. Jason slid onto his bed and stared up at his ceiling for a while before closing his eyes.

His mind wandered back to Steve. Steve, the vampire who loved Jason… Who Jason considered he might have feelings for too.

Maybe.

But ever since Jason had rejected Steve, the reverend seemed to have backed off in his attempts, which left Jason wondering if he had missed his chance. The chance to be with another man— to experience something new, different. His mind raced back to the other night, imagining Steve Newlin in bed with him. Broad, pale shoulders in stark contrast to Jason's. Delicate yet masculin hands, deceivingly gentle, yet strong and firm— hands that could no doubt hold Jason down on the bed with ease.

He couldn't ignore it any more. He wanted Steve.

"Steve."

Suddenly, he felt a sudden presence at his ear.

"You only had to ask, Jason." Steve purred into his ear, his eyes already devouring the sight of Jason. Steve had no intention of leaving the bedroom until he had thoroughly had his way with Jason.

/./././././

Steve carefully lifted Jason off him, gently setting his sore body back down on the bed before he laid down beside him. Jason groaned as he blindly reached out into the darkness, pulling Steve towards him. When Jason felt his arms encircle the vampire his sighed in contentment, closing his eyes and relaxing.

"How did you get in anyways? Thought vampires needed an invite?"

Jason's mumbled words, mixed heavily with sleep, elicted a slight laugh from the former reverend. "You invited me two weeks ago when I carried you home from the bar. You were drunk." Steve smiled."I politely declined at the time."

"Oh." "That explained a lot," thought Jason as he felt his eyelids grow heavy.

Steve watched Jason eventually drift off to sleep before slowly creeping back into the night.

When Jason awoke he was alone, a lone note on the pillow beside his head.

Jason,
Consider investing in a hidey-hole?
If this is going to become a regular thing, I'd appreciate it.
xoxo
-S