Author's Note: Thanks to everyone who reviewed the last chapter- I love you to pieces. I know I've sort of inadvertently neglected this fic, but I promise I'll try and be more prompt with my updates. 'Love Bites' seems to be taking over my life right now... Anyway, thank you and I hope you enjoy this!

Taylor

When I come out of my shower, I realise that the flat is filled with a warm, slightly spicy smell of something cooking. It’s pleasant and immediately my stomach begins to rumble a little. I yank on a pair of grey sweatpants, which are a little baggy and hang low on my waist, and a plain white t-shirt before wandering out of the bedroom and into the kitchen. Jamie is standing over the stove, stir-frying something that smells heavenly- not that I’ll admit that to him, of course.

“What is that?” I ask, trying to remain aloof as Jamie looks up and smiles.

“Mango chicken stir-fry with egg noodles,” he answers, looking very pleased with himself.

“Hmm,” I mutter, going over to my computer desk and occupying myself with more documents for tomorrow.

After a while Jamie appears in front of me, holding out a plate piled with food.

“Here you go- try this.”

I peer dubiously at the plate he’s holding out to me, glancing up at him to see him giving me an encouraging smile. With a sigh I accept the plate, taking the fork he hands me and swirling the noodles around the prongs before spearing on some of the chicken, green mango and vegetables. Lifting the fork to my lips, I prepare myself as I deposit the forkful of food into my mouth. I give it a few cautionary chews before deciding that it’s edible- and actually rather tasty- before swallowing it. Jamie looks on expectantly, and I look up at him.

“It’s not bad,” I reply, giving a small shrug and going for another forkful.

He just beams, seeming immensely satisfied with that response, before turning and walking back to the kitchen to help himself to a plate. I watch as he sits down on one of the stools at the high marble counter-top, his back to me. I find myself watching his figure as he moves forkfuls of food between the plate and his mouth, pausing every so often to take a sip of water. –I’m not sure why, but before I can even register what it is that I’m doing, I’ve picked up my plate and have settled myself next to him on a stool. He gives me a surprised glance before he returns his gaze to his plate.

“So, you alright kid?” I ask.

“Yeah, I’m fine. –Again, thanks for all this…” he says earnestly.

“Like I said before, it’s only temporary, until you can move into your friend Drew’s place,” I shrug.

“Still… -I won’t be any trouble, don’t worry. Just tell me when you want me out of the way and I can go somewhere- over to Drew’s or something. Like…like if you have tricks over, or whatever.”

“Trust me, you’ll know when I need you out of here.”

He nods silently, chewing thoughtfully on his food. His brow is slightly furrowed and he has this subdued look in his eyes. It’s clear that he’s thinking about his parents and his now apparent lack of a home. A kid his age shouldn’t have to deal with things like that, but this kid… Perhaps a little part of me even admires him for what he’s done.

“You’re a good kid, Jamie. What you did took some guts- it was brave of you to admit all that to your parents. You’ll manage,” I say suddenly.

Jamie looks over and smiles at me, a beautiful, beaming smile.

“Thanks… -Drew’s taking me over after school tomorrow, to pick up the rest of my stuff. I know I’ll have to see them again eventually, but I’m kind of hoping they won’t be there tomorrow. I’m not sure if I’ll be able to take seeing them again so soon,” he admits.

“You’re right- you probably will have to see them again. But it should be on your terms, when you want to. It’s your life, after all,” I shrug, chewing my last mouthful of the chicken and noodle before taking my plate to the sink and rinsing it off so that I can load it into the dishwasher.

I move back to my computer to finish off my work whilst Jamie finishes up his dinner and sets about cleaning up the kitchen. Surprisingly, he hasn’t made as much of a mess as I thought he would. He’s clearly trying to be as quite and discreet as possible, which is resulting rather comically in him tip-toeing around the kitchen and trying to wash things up with a barely-there dribble from the tap.

“Y’know, it’s okay to make a little bit of noise,” I call over, not letting my eyes leave my computer screen.

“It’s okay. I’m all done,” he replies, wandering over to yank out some crumpled flannel pyjama pants out of his duffel bag and dons them.

I can’t help but let my eyes wander over his naked form as he quickly changes, almost embarrassedly. I’m not sure if he knows I’m watching him, but from his quick, jerky actions it’s almost as though he’s scared that I may be. I make sure that my eyes are glued to the screen when he starts to turn around. He gives me a shy semi-smile as he passes me, which I pretend not to have noticed, and he wordlessly gathers up the blankets and pillows that he was meant to have used last night. He pads over to the couch softly and sets up a makeshift bed before he lies himself down and whips out a book to read, waiting for me to finish up my work and switch off the lights.

When I do eventually finish, I realise that he’s tired, constantly nodding off, waking up whenever his head jerks upright. I smile a little, going about the flat and getting ready for bed. Jamie is curled in a mass of blankets on the sofa when I pad back out into the living-room, eyes half-lidded as he starts to drift to sleep. I watch him quietly, briefly contemplating asking him to come to bed with me, but I quickly push aside that thought, instead switching off the lights and making my way back into the bedroom.

I wake up easily the next morning, reaching my arms out above my head and stretching satisfactorily, feeling the ache of sleep slipping away. I give myself the liberty of lying in bed for a few moments and am surprised by the sound of my alarm going off shrilly. It’s unusual for me to wake up before my alarm, so I sigh and reach over to turn it off with a loud smack. It’s only then that I realise I’m not the only inhabitant of the flat. I can hear Jamie groan, my alarm clearly having woken him and I realise that today I’m going to have to convince a teenager to go to school. And if I remember what I was like back in those days, it’s not going to be an easy task. So I sling my legs over the side of the bed and stalk out into the living-room, not caring that I’m naked as the day I was born. I start to switch on the lights out in the living-room and kitchen and Jamie makes noises of protest, rolling over onto his front and burying his face deep into the pillows.

“Rise and shine, Sleeping Beauty,” I grin wickedly, going over and hovering by the couch, “Time for someone to go and get an education.”

“Dun’ w’na,” he grunts stubbornly, not removing his face from the pillow.

I roll my eyes, yanking off the duvet and covers, chuckling as he yelps at the cold air hitting his bare back and arms.

“Ngh,” is the only response I get once he acclimatises to the cool. Finally, I pull out my last tactics.

Perching myself on the side of the couch, I run a hand lightly down his spine, feeling him shiver beneath my barely-there touch. I rest my hand in the small of his back, rubbing his silky-soft skin and hearing him purr as I slide my hand down the back of his flannel pyjama-pants, seeking out his entrance. I can tell that he’s definitely awake now, if his hitched breathing is any indication and I gently run my thumb around his entrance, making him hold his breath in anticipation. Pulling my hand back out of his pants, I hook my thumb over the waistband and pull them down to his knees, Jamie shifting his hips to help me. I’m sure he’s hard by now, he has to be. I shuffle so that I’m level with his smooth ass, leaning forward and gently biting a peachy cheek. Jamie whimpers.

“Are you awake now?” I purr, letting my breath tickle the smooth, pale skin of his butt.

“God, yeah,” he mutters hoarsely, voice filled with arousal.

“Are you hard?”

“Yes,” he manages to splutter out.

I chuckle evilly, giving one of his cheeks another light nip before pulling away and getting to my feet. Jamie jerks up, looking at me indignantly, clearly displeased by the lack of contact or attention now.

“Good,” I grin, “Now get the hell out of bed and get your tight little ass into the shower so I can send you to school.”

His jaw drops in disbelief as he watches me leave him and make my way into the bathroom to shower and take care of the stirring in my crotch. I can’t deny that the kid turns me on like no other, but I really don’t think I should get myself into this. He’s only here temporarily and I’ve already done him once- twice- which is as many times as I ever will or ought to. I have more self-control than to allow myself to slip up again. I head straight for the shower, turning on the hot spray and stepping in under it. The glass of the shower cubicle starts to fog up almost immediately. The water is almost scorching against my skin.

As I start shampooing my hair, I hear the faintest, most discreet creak, indicating that someone- Jamie- is opening the bathroom door. I ignore it, continuing to lather my hair, massaging the suds into my scalp before tipping my head back into the spray and rinsing off. It’s then that I open my eyes and notice Jamie giving me a coy smile through the foggy glass doors of the shower cubicle. I raise an eyebrow at him silently and he just smirks, boldly opening the door and stepping into the shower with me. He’s naked and I look on appreciatively as droplets of water cascade over his head and drip slowly down his taut body. He’s all youthful and slender, with skin so soft to the touch it’s like pressing your fingers into silk.

I don’t look at him again, just continuing to clean myself, rinsing off under the spray when Jamie steps up behind me, the firm length of his body pressing against my back as he reaches up to whisper in my ear. His warm breath tickles my ear as he speaks, so close that I can smell him.

“Fuck me,” he whispers, nipping at my ear lobe.

I turn to fix him with a stern look, shaking my head in response to his demand. His eyes widen in surprise, opening his mouth to protest as I lurch forward to steal a long, hard, hot kiss. When I pull back we’re both gasping for breath and his eyes are glazed. I don’t give him a moment to recover, pushing him back against the marble wall of the shower and press against him again before snaking my hand between us and grasping his erection firmly. Jamie’s breath hitches upon contact and stares at me shakily as I begin to jerk him off. This is okay, I’m sure. After all, I’m not fucking him again, am I? Yeah, this is okay...

My hard-on is becoming quite a force to reckon with, so I remove my hand from Jamie’s member. His breath hitches and he whines unashamedly, those endlessly deep blue eyes practically pleading with me not to remove contact. I give him no reply, other than taking just one step closer to him and grabbing both of our erections into my fist. Jamie’s eyes widen for a moment before the delicately flutter closed again the minute I start to move my slick wrist over our two hot erections, which are caught together in an intensely erotic hand-job. I love the feeling of his cock against mine, the slight friction of us together a crucial aide in sending me toppling over the age in a matter of minutes, my breath puffing out of my lungs in short bursts that come rushing from my chest as Jamie seems to stop breathing altogether.

As soon as we both seem to regain our breath, Jamie opens his eyes and grins back at me in satisfaction.

“Mmm…good morning,” he purrs, his eyes twinkling with delight as he sluices our mingled come from his chest and begins to wash me clean too.

I let his hands wander over my washboard abs, feeling delightfully smug with the look of admiration in his eyes as he lets his gaze sweep across my wet, naked body, clearly enjoying every tanned inch of it. No, I’m not arrogant- alright, so that’s a lie- but it’s always nice to be admired, especially when I know that all those hours in the gym have paid off and I deserve to be ogled.

I step out of the shower, leaving Jamie to really get clean as I towel off and dress myself in my work clothes- impeccably pressed dress-pants and a dark, pin-striped shirt. I don’t bother checking myself in the mirror- I know I look good- before I wander into the kitchen and help myself to some of that Greek yoghurt and the Clementine oranges that Jamie and I picked up yesterday. I don’t know what he wants to eat but I assume that he’ll want some coffee so I brew up a fresh pot that steams readily as he walks into the room in a slightly crumpled school uniform. I vaguely recognise the emblem on the breast-pocket of his jacket as that from a private school in the area- St. Michael’s, or something similar. Jamie gives me a grateful smile as he pours out two mugs of coffee- one for me and one for himself- before emptying out two teaspoonfuls of sugar into his coffee as he smirks to himself.

“So, I’ll drop you off at school but do you think you can make your way back alright?” I ask, popping an orange segment into my mouth and chewing.

“Yeah, sure. Drew will probably give me a ride if I ask him…he’s driving me back home to pick up my stuff today anyway, so I’m sure it won’t be a problem,” Jamie shrugs.

“Alright. Oh, I don’t know what time I’ll be back from work. Actually, may be you should stick at Drew’s until I’m back- I don’t actually have a spare key to give you right now. You have my cell-phone number; you can call me if there’s anything. But I’ll pick you up at Drew’s or give you a call if it’s going to be too late.”

Jamie just nods, gulping down the last of his coffee and grabbing a satchel, which is bursting with books, from the living-room before we set off. We drive in silence to his school, listening with mild interest to some random Indie rock playing on the radio. When we actually get to our destination, I almost feel as though I ought to be giving him some words of encouragement or something similar, but let’s face it, I don’t really know what the hell I’m doing. A part of me feels this uncharacteristic urge to…well, to actually help the kid out. I’d almost go so far as to say it’s a brotherly urge to take care of him, but then that will just put us in weird, somewhat illegal realms as I also want to screw him until he screams his pretty little face off. Which negates the remote ‘brotherliness’ of this completely. All I can settle with is giving him a quick smile as he gives me a little wave over his shoulder as he gets out of the Corvette and walks towards the rambling front garden of the school. I watch him walking for a moment, until he’s met by a lanky figure with an unmistakeable head of red-hair, before I put the car back into ‘Drive’ and speed off to work for the day.