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Quick recap, the last time we saw Jem he was with the Professor after being attacked on the streets by Magnus and his gang.
Tears from the Moon
Chapter 7. Frozen
You only see what your eyes want to see
How can life be what you want it to be
You're frozen
When your heart's not open
You're so consumed with how much you get
You waste your time with hate and regret
You're broken
When your heart's not open
Mmmmmm, if I could melt your heart
Mmmmmm, we'd never be apart
Mmmmmm, give yourself to me
Mmmmmm, you hold the key
Now there's no point in placing the blame
And you should know I suffer the same
If I lose you
My heart will be broken
Love is a bird, she needs to fly
Let all the hurt inside of you die
You're frozen
When your heart's not open
Mmmmmm, if I could melt your heart
Mmmmmm, we'd never be apart
Mmmmmm, give yourself to me
Mmmmmm, you hold the key
You only see what your eyes want to see
How can life be what you want it to be
You're frozen
When your heart's not open
Mmmmmm, if I could melt your heart
Mmmmmm, we'd never be apart
Mmmmmm, give yourself to me
Mmmmmm, you hold the key
If I could melt your heart
~Frozen by Madonna
Jem had a lot of time to think on his walk back to his dorm, but no matter how he tried to clear his thoughts they always came back to William. In their short time together he knew he had gained a true friend, but today…the touch, made him realize how deep his feelings truly went. He was in love with the boy, and even now as he walked he worried his bottom lip with the fear of having to let him go. The beautiful youth was waging a war upon his own heart, but he couldn't deny it any longer. William's handsome face, his strong shoulders, and his vampire grin captivated him beyond anything he had ever thought possible. And until today, Jem had felt that only he could harbor such emotions. However, he worried now—worried of William's health as well his sanity. The Professor had confirmed his suspicions but Jem had put all his faith into enlisting the beautiful Doctor in helping him succeed to finding a cure. But that had gone up in flames, right before his eyes.
"Will," Jem breathed while he felt his heart break, and folded his hands over his chest as if to comfort his bleeding vessel.
The night was young, yet the lanterns had already been lit, and the path that he walked he felt he walked alone. Jem was uncaring of the catlike eyes he had imagined to be in the dark, he was uncaring of the soldiers that roamed the streets, and unyielding in his fear of the fires burning in the distance. The city was going to hell, but still the University continued with the every day. He was worn from the day's events, but wearier of the way they made him feel. And very thankful for the man who saved him, but worried now of his friend.
The Professor had instructed him to go straight to his dorm, but in the enchantment of the moonlight on the unlit side of the campus Jem passed beneath William's window in search of any sign the boy was inside. Will's room was a few floors up, but Jem could see his light on. He could see the outline of his figure as if he were praying, his hands together, his head down, but his back was against the glass. The window was open slightly, enough that he could smell the stale scent of his cigarettes as the smoke passed through the crack in the glass, and just as Jem had the idea of calling out to him he heard a woman's voice.
"William…" She cried, her voice scaling in praise of the pleasure like a song, "More, Faster, Yes." Just then he could see her, her body wrapping further around his, her legs tightening in the embrace, and in the light of the moon Jem could see her hands run up through Will's hair—and he froze. Those were his dark strands…his beautiful shoulders to touch…his lips to kiss with a crimson stain, and suddenly a child who had never known hatred—hated that woman. He hated himself for feeling so upset, and he hated the way his heart broke. Tears swelled in his eyes, that he tried to fight back, and finally he looked away. His hands still clasped over his heart tightened, and he felt his knees grow weak. All he could do was tell himself this was a horrid nightmare, that when he looked again he would realize that the events of the day had simply been playing tricks on him, but when Jem finally looked up once more he met William's eyes. Even in the dark they still shimmered like the ocean—blue and untouched by war.
"Jem…" His name was breathed across the skin of a woman's shoulder, but before he could even get her off him Jem was gone. William raced through the hall, the voice of his angry company calling out after him in demand of a refund.
"Jem wait!" Will called out through the windows in the stairwell as he raced down them, his pants undone still, and his shirt forgotten. "Jem!" He watched white haired youth disappear into his own dorm, he could see his retreating form race up the stairs, but still he continued.
"It wasn't what it looked like."
Jem heard his voice behind him, but he pressed on. He had stopped running half way to his dorm, but he was far enough ahead he didn't have to worry of the elevator being late. He tried to put up the walls around his heart to keep from turning at the desperate sound of his voice, It wasn't what it looked like…What did he even say to that? How did he reply to such things. Why should it matter? He had imagined it all hadn't he? Every little touch, every stolen glance, beautiful whispers…all of it. Without thinking he turned to press the button for his floor, and knew that when those elevator doors closed he would vow to never see Will again. But just as the steel closed, William put out his hand to open them once more.
Nothing needed to be said, nothing that he could correct, and when the doors closed behind his half naked form William had his boy pinned. They were alone, and Jem could hardly breathe. He was out of breath from crying, running, and now with the warmth of the other boy radiating off his skin like a flame, Jem felt his heart catch in his throat.
"It's not what it looked like, Jem. Let me explain."
"It's ok," He tried to lie, tried to admit that he didn't care, but he was shaking too hard to continue. He had a hard time meeting William's eyes in fear of sobbing, but looking at his chest….the way the skin glistened and was pulled over his stone structure made his face fill with color. "It doesn't matter. I know what I am to you." He tried to admit all at once, and finally through his heavy breathing lifted his eyes to meet Will's once more.
"No," Will whispered, "No you don't. You don't know what you are to me." He sounded as though he would break from trying to protect Jem from the truth, but his words were beautifully whispered—painfully spoken. "You…" Jem waited with baited breath to hear what he had waited so long for, but the bell went off to signal the next floor while the doors opened.
It must have been time for the guard's to change outside of Alec's dorm because the two men that got on were speaking of the Prince as if he were a plague to their existence, but when they got a good look at Will they both went silent. Jem turned his eyes away, his face flushed, but his frown still present. He shared the floor with the Prince, they sometimes shared a bathroom due to his always acting up, and finally when his floor was reached the men moved to let them out first.
"Jem please," Will followed him for a moment, and between the events of the night and now the two guards staring all the stubborn hurtful pride he felt washed away in pity of leaving Will to the wolves.
"Come inside. But…" He sucked in air spitefully through his teeth, "Not like you did in her." He hadn't the slightest clue how bitter that made him sound, but just hearing it made William want to fall to his knees. He had sworn a long time ago that he would do everything to protect his purity, but he watched it all fade away with every jaded word that fell from Jem's lips.
Will had never been inside Jem's dorm before, but it was everything he had expected. The air was rich and so full of life from all the various plants he cared for. The hospital like white was broken up with deep crimson silks, and dark wood furnishings. A little water feature trickled over river rocks on his dresser, and there were so many candles that when lit Will could imagine looked like the night sky. Everything was so simple yet so elegantly arranged. The modern style with the natural wood finishes made him feel as though he were stepping into a world that this city had never known.
"This is beautiful," Will whispered, but realized he was speaking to Jem's back. The other boy was clearly upset, but calming as he started to light each candle one by one. The room smelled as sweet as Jem's hair, and William noted the white orchids blooming in a long box by the window.
"It took me a long time to make it feel like home." And the room was a picture proof of everything William had ever read on the Tai Chi, and he could imagine Jem seated in the midst of it all calming his spirit while calming his mind. Just being here made him feel at peace.
Jem had taken off his new coat and placed it on a peg by the door, and William narrowed his eyes to get a better look at the buttons. He knew that coat, and just the very idea of it made his blood boil.
"Why do you have the Professor's coat?" His question was spiteful and jealous, and in that Jem turned on him like a viper to strike back.
"So it's ok for you to fuck some tramp, but I can't wear another man's clothes?" All of his anger and hurt feelings came out in a betrayal of tones that he wasn't known for, "I was attacked today. I was almost killed. Because of my father's coat, because of this stupid war, and he saved me. William, they had blood on their hands, fire in their eyes, and horrid masks on their faces—but all I could think about was getting to you. And...And.." He sucked in a breath, unable to contain his emotions anymore, and finally just buried his head in his hands.
William wasn't shocked by the outburst, but simply sick that he was the one to cause it. He hated the way it made him feel to see his friend so upset, and moved to do something so out of his character that he wouldn't admit it to anyone. His fingers came to touch Jem's arm at first, hooking where the bend started and trailing up until he was able to pull him against his chest. His other hand came up to brush Jem's silver hair behind his ears, and he ran his thumb along his cheek.
"Don't cry, please let me explain." Will's touch on Jem's skin set his flesh on fire with chills that chased his spine like a cold hand, and he wanted to fall into this man. He wanted to run his palm along the skin as if it were a rare silk, and cherish each moment. However, all he could do was keep his hand up to force the space between them.
"You don't have to explain, Will. I'm over reacting. I've just had a really long day, and now realizing that you don't feel the way about me that I feel about you-" That was all Will needed to hear before he forced the space between them to close and his lips captured Jem's with a fierce need. His hands larger than Jem's moved to collect the boy, and forced him to give in. Jem found his place against Will's chest, and surrendered more than just his body. He could have forgiven Will of anything just to be kissed like this, with a need that only his lips could sate, and even now with his mouth parting to welcome him further—it wasn't enough.
Jem ran a hand up Will's neck, drawing little lines over where his blood pulsed under his skin, and continued to up into the cool tips of his hair fanned between his fingers. How long had he dreamed of doing this? Being here where he was? It felt as though eternity was frozen in an attempt to shelter his soul from such a forbidden love, but he couldn't deny it any longer. It wasn't until Jem tasted his tongue did his mind go back to the window, and the woman inside it—he pulled away.
"You smell like her," He was still held tightly by William's arms, the strength to which he was captive made him feel so secure that he hated to go without it. "She touched you, she kissed you like this…you were kissing her." Finally, he opened his eyes and tried to press Will away, but he wouldn't go very far.
"I did." He admitted quietly his hands folding behind the small of Jem's back, and the candlelight warm across his face made Jem wonder if this was even real. He had never known Will to have so much life in his eyes, or such vivid color on his skin. It appeared as though his blood was burning gold from the inside, and he looked so at peace with himself.
"And I don't even know where to start, but…" Will's eye fell, his dark hair falling over his eyes to hide away the betrayal that he felt. He felt dirty just having to admit the truth, and longed to wash away the guilt as well the scent of that woman. Finally, he looked up again, and in a very quiet, very broken voice admitted the truth.
"It's the only way I could pay for the drugs."
Jem didn't know what to be disgusted with more, the fact that William was selling his body for lethal poisons, or that he hadn't come to him as his first client. As if hadn't truly sank in Jem questioned him, and his intentions. But Will could only reply with another fall of his eyes to the floor, and Jem knew it wasn't for pleasure. There was too much shame and guilt in his face now to have ever wanted those drugs from recreation. And now it was his turn to take the man's face into his hands and return his eyes to his own.
"Why do you need the drugs, Will?" Jem felt Will sway in his steps and he moved to seat him on the edge of his bed. He pulled the soft knitted throw over his shoulders as he started to explain, and listened for the first time without his jealousy getting the better of him.
"Because I'm sick, James." James. It was the first time Will had ever used his real name, and it was far more intimate than it should have been. "It's the only thing that takes away the pain. They can't give me anything at the clinic, and I can't go the Doctor or I'll be killed. It's a disease that is transferred from blood, but they say it's because of sin. And if my parents found out, I'd never get to graduate, they would disown me, and…" He looked up to see the reflection of the candles in Jem's silver eyes, and the compassion there was overflowing with his concern—and Will hated every moment. He hated feeling weak, he hated feeling that there was nothing he could do, but most of all he hated the way this made it real.
"Will…" Jem breathed as he whispered his name, "Why didn't you tell me?"
"Because what could you have done? Just sit there and watch me suffer? Flash your beautiful eyes at me and torture me with knowing that you pity me just the same? I can't be pitied, but…" He reached up and touched Jem's face and could have almost believed in heaven if knowing that letting go of this beautiful man was going to be his hell. "Ever since the moment I met you, that very first day I can't get you out of my mind." Jem smiled despite how betrayed he felt, and closed his eyes in hopes that his dark lashes would help mask the flush of color over his cheeks.
"I feel the same." He admitted after a moment and opened his eyes again, slowly this time as if he were afraid Will wouldn't be there—that this was all a dream.
A draft through the windowpane shifted Jem's silk curtains, and the sash that held them back wanted to buckle but refused. Just like his will he refused to let go of William. He wasn't a stubborn man, but he was a strong willed one. And Jem wasn't about to give up this fight so easy. Will looked so tired again he looked drained and weak. He looked as if at any moment he would leave, and Jem reached out to take his hand.
Stay…
His hands seemed to say as he put them back on his body, he placed Will's palms back on his shoulders, and the heat of his skin through the thin layer of his shirt warmed his fingers.
"Jem…" Will spoke quietly, "We can't ever make love. I'll infect you. Even one drop of my blood…" Will stood, but so did Jem, And the white haired youth was quick to stand in his way of the door. His fingers trembled as found the separation between the fabric of his own shirt, and started to undo the buttons. William sat back on the bed again, watching every move the boy made as if it he were dancing. He wanted to protest, and started to when the bare shoulders of the youth revealed from the white fabric.
"You can take of her what you need, but you can't me?" Jem spoke as he turned away from Will and slid the shirt all the way off.
"I could die-"
"So could I. And I almost did. Tonight." Jem moved to the window box where the blossoms waited, ripe and ready for plucking; William watching his hips as they swayed in each step—Jem's body was just as the flower. With a stem of the orchids in his hand, Jem turned once more to face the other man.
"We can't. I'll infect you." William had to look up to Jem when the distance between them closed, and the pressure in his loins was easy to ignore until he stood this close. The flower he hardly noticed was against his skin until Jem brushed it from his shoulder over his chest, and the sensation rippled through Will until he was certain he would burst. The warm nectar and little bit of water caused it to feel as if it were Jem's lips, and William gave a content sigh.
"There are other ways…" Those four little words were more of a drug than any poison with the label of ecstasy could produce. The warmth in them intoxicated him, and his already hardened cock swelled against the fabric of his pants. Will stood to meet Jem, to trade him places, and as he cupped the boy close he felt him tremble. His nerves were greater than any fear he had ever known, but Will didn't need them to know Jem truly was pure. He was inexperienced and young, but he wasn't a foolish child. Seduction as simple as that wasn't something that often came natural, but for Jem it was a lesson he learned long ago. Simplicity. Modesty. And Moderation. For William sex had always been a rush of fierce need that often ended too soon, but now as he pressed the boy back on the bed and started his fingers around the hem of his pants he wanted to last forever.
"Are you sure?" Will asked breathing deeply as he dipped his hand beneath Jem's pants, and started to slowly pull them down. A kiss to his chest, the pull of the flower's soft petals made Jem rise off the bed with all the consent Will needed, and he positioned himself over him to tease of the skin that had never been kissed before.
Will ran his hands over the boy's pale flesh, kissing along the more sensitive areas until finally sliding his tongue over and around the boy's pink nipples that swelled in pleasure. Jem's head drew back as a small cry escaped him, and his back arched to meet William's kiss. He teased the little buds until they were wet, sucking until finally he drew back and the cold air hardened the skin and tightened the flesh around them.
As Will slid Jem's hem further down he followed the motion with the flower's end, the silken touch something he could never get used to, but seeing this young man…hearing him; it could be his undoing. For someone as petite as Jem, the boy's manhood stood long and proud, and made his own harden all over again. He feared of breaking the boy, feared that he couldn't keep his control, and felt the hot liquid of his own desire seep out as if to beg to take Jem. He felt the confines of the fabric of his pants suffocating, and as if Jem could read his mind he lifted to help him out. Will balanced his weight with on leg on the bed while slipping out of his pants, but the moment Jem wrapped his slender little hands around his cock he thought his whole body would give out.
Will's clients were about their own self-satisfaction and almost never worried of his own pleasurable pains. Far too often when they were finished they would leave him, and he would find his own release with images of Jem just like this flashing over his eyes. But never could he have prepared for how absolutely breath taking it was to see that content pleasurable expression that filled Jem's face with so much life. The boy's mouth was watering, wanting to taste of Will, wanting to suck him into submission, but he knew that the illness could even be spread there. However, still he pumped his hand up and down the length of his lover, and sat up to get a better grasp. His lips found Will's ear and with every stroke he stunned William into stone as the pleasure rocketed over his body. Every time his hand would fall, Jem would make a small little moaning sound, and when it would raise he would breath heavily in. Will knelt there powerlessly over Jem and clung to the boy's shoulders while his fingers sank into the other's flesh. His face fell forward, and the moisture of his captivity collected his hair in little curls around his face.
"James." He breathed Jem's name, his true name; the one his father had given him, and Jem knew he was close. He could feel the tension in the base of his cock as he road the pleasure all the way to the top, but Will wasn't ready to give in just yet. He drew back with one motion, and pressed Jem back with the next. The flower was discarded for now, falling against Jem's silver hair as it was spread out over the bedclothes.
William remembered the drapes, the sash of a beautiful deep orange red and moved to collect it. The silk was cold in his hands but warmed quickly as he brought it over Jem once more to tease him into reacting. He kissed the corners of his mouth, kissed his lips as if it were his last and whispered his name now, as it was his turn to receive. And with a single slide of his fingers he pumped Jem's cock until it too was pulsing with the clear warm pleasure that would coat his skin. He used the silk to soften his touch, and with every kiss he ran the length of Jem's shaft while tightening his grip the further he got to the base.
"Imagine I'm inside you…You are inside me." Will whispered as Jem lifted his hips to meet Will's hand. "Fucking you so deep. My entire cock swallowed by you, surrounded by you." Jem couldn't talk, he couldn't respond, but the images alone made him feel as though William was penetrating him. He could almost feel the thick head at his entrance wanting to sink in—begging to take him.
"Can you feel it?" William asked in a husky voice, his own cock throbbing, but he could easily pretend he was fucking Jem now. He could feel the boy tense around his length, and watching Jem squirm on the bed made it easy to realize that he was pleasuring him, as he deserved.
"I'm fucking you." God he wanted to, "Can you feel it?" Jem nodded, but couldn't speak. Will looked wild, his primeval urge to plow Jem's tight ass so overwhelming he had to find release, or he would put the boy's life at danger by his lack of control. However, just as he brought his fingers around the long length of his own cock Jem stopped him. He was frozen beneath William, but not of the sort that he was afraid. No, this was of the kind that brought them both down from the instant need of release, and of short bursts of pleasure that would only last a moment.
Will stopped his hand a moment, as Jem lifted off the bed to kiss him; to bring him back down, and the white haired youth wrapped his arms around William's neck to whisper.
"This is me loving you," His hand trailed down William's chest to find the boy's pleasure again, "Can you feel it?" And with that all it would take was a simple series of slow, beautiful, elegant strokes and they both reached the end. The silk still separated their body, and caught their desire. The crimson color would forever be stained with the fruits of their passions, but just as any Lord would have his Lady it marked of a coming of age. William had taken from something Jem couldn't give to anyone else, and Jem had given himself in ways that he would never again. Technical standards he would forever be marked as 'untouched' as nothing of him had been plucked, but to Jem this was all he would ever need.
Well? How was it?
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Thank you so much chica for letting me know people were still reading this, and how nice your words were. I hope you leave me another note, because I am totally dedicating this chapter to YOU!
Also, for those of you who don't follow me on Twitter or Tumblr, I lost my step father of 15 years over the last few weeks. So updates should be more regular now that my life can go back to order.
And if you are also wondering about Center of the Sun, it's nearly finished. I just have to write a certain scene which I hope to get out tomorrow. I hope you enjoyed this smut scene in this one, and it's totally inspired by the movie 40 Days and 40 Nights.
p.s. I totally know I've numbering the chapters wrong. I'm a dork.