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Author's Note: Well, here it is, the last chapter! I can't believe I actually finished this within a year… I want to say thank you to all my wonderful reviewers, I love you all and without you I probably would have committed suicide a long time ago. I hope you enjoy the last chapter, and be warned it does have a lemon, so if that bothers you, just skip through it. Thank you all!


It was two days before Christmas; winter break had officially started and the weather couldn't have been more perfect. Heavy snowfall was seen almost every night and it continued to snow lightly during the day. The wind was chilly, and the sky was gray. It was exactly the kind of weather that Nate loved. And it would explain why he had been crazy enough to walk to the grocery store to pick up food instead of taking his car. Or it might've been because his parents had borrowed his car for a visit to Grandma with Julie because theirs had a busted carburetor. That worked, too.

So as Nate walked, he thought about things. Specifically, he thought about Jesse. The play incidents were still fresh in his mind, and he had been pondering over them endlessly, trying to think of the best way to approach Jesse with his suspicions. If he was wrong, then it could ruin the whole friendship and he would probably become severely depressed. However, if he was right, this could turn into the best damn relationship of his life. He sighed and pulled his coat tighter around him. There was so much at stake, and yet he could still here the green eyed teen's words echoing in his head.

"I… I… I… love you, too, N-Michael."

He was so wrapped up in his thoughts that he didn't even hear when Sara came bounding up to him.

"Hi, Nate! Um, I have a little question I wanted to ask you, and since you're here, can I ask it?" she said happily, and he groaned.

"Yeah, Sara?" he asked.

"Well, you know that scene in the play where you were supposed to kiss Amy?"


"But during rehearsal you would barely get within two inches of her?"


"But when it came time for the actual play, and Jesse was playing the part, you kissed him three seconds?"

"Yes…" He could see where this was heading, and was already way ahead of Sara in planning what would come next.

"Well, why did you do that?"

Nate smirked and cocked and eyebrow. "Why do you think I did it?"

Sara blinked and bit her lip. "Well, I figured it was because you wanted the scene to look realistic, even though you had to kiss a boy…"

Nate almost snorted. "Nope. Guess again."

Sara's head shot up and she stared at him. "You mean… I mean… If that was Amy… You wouldn't have… You wouldn't have kissed her?" she asked with a somewhat worried tone.


She stared at him. "But why… I mean, you're not… You can't be… Jesse isn't… You don't mean that you kissed Jesse because you like him, do you?" she stuttered, fear in her eyes as well as jealousy.

Nate grinned. "Correct. And here I thought you were just another moron, and an ugly one at that."

Sara gaped. "No… You can't like him!"

"Why not?"

"Because it's wrong! It's unnatural!"

"What's unnatural about loving someone?" he asked and she gave a short cry.

"L-l-l-l-love!?" she yelled. "You love him?! How the hell could you love him?! He's weak and pathetic and stupid and ugly and a total geek! And he's a guy! How the fuck could you possibly even consider liking a loser like him over someone almost perfect, like me?!" Sara's face was red and she was panting in rage.

Nate cocked his eyebrow again. "You think that I should like you over Jesse?"

"Yes! Exactly! I get good grades and I'm nice and I'm popular and I'm beautiful! Why do you like him?!" she screamed.

Nate closed his eyes and furrowed his brow in mock-concentration. "Well, now let's see… Ah, I know!" He opened his eyes and glared at her. "First of all, you're not nice, you are the most selfish and nasty person I have ever had the misfortune of meeting. Second, you only get good grades through bribery and cheating. Third, you're not popular; people are just shallow and if they aren't, then they don't like you at all. And finally, you are not beautiful, you are god-ugly and it pains me to even look at you. And I'm not talking about your looks; I'm taking about your personality. If you looked how you act, you would have to hide out in your house in shame." He paused there, took a deep breath and began again.

"Jesse, on the other hand, is a sweet, caring individual who for the most part tries to help people in need. He works hard to earn his grades and if he chooses to go to college, then I'm sure he'll get into a good one. He's not popular, true, but the people who know him like him because he's such a cool person. And finally, Jesse is beautiful. He's pure and innocent and caring and thoughtful, and you can tell by looking at him that he's a good person. You wanna know why I picked Jesse over you, why anybody would pick Jesse over you? Go look in a mirror, Sara, and you'll see why."

She gaped at him, her eyes wide and her face getting redder by the second. "I can't believe it," she said finally. "You actually think he's a better choice than me."

Nate snorted. "I don't think, I know he's a better choice."

"You're making a mistake."


"People will never accept you."

"Sure they will."

"You'll never get a decent job."

"I'm already taking medical classes at the University and they know I'm bisexual. And don't even think that because of that I will ever like you, because I won't," he added warningly.

Sara clenched her teeth. "Fine," she spat. "Go to Jesse. But just remember that I warned you, so don't come crying to me when your hopes and dreams are smashed forever."

"I won't, trust me."

She glared at him, spat at his feet, and then tried to stalk off, and failed, because it's hard to do that right in two feet of snow and high-heeled boots.

Nate began walking back to his house, grinning like a maniac. Okay, getting rid of Sara was done. Now all that he needed to do was get to Jesse.

And he was pretty sure he knew how.


Jesse was bored. He was also annoyed. He was bored because there was nothing fun to do at his house and he was annoyed because Chris kept calling him every five minutes to ask him if he would drive him to some town so he could bet on dog races. Jesse kept saying no, but Chris didn't seem to be getting it. So when the phone rang again, Jesse picked it up and practically screamed, "No, Chris, I will not fucking drive you to the fucking dog races!!!"

The voice on the other end of the line laughed and said, "I'm not Chris, and I'm pretty sure that's illegal."

Jesse squeaked and went bright red. "N-Nate! I'm sorry, I thought–,"

"That I was someone who has obviously been pissing you off, and therefore you had every right to want to yell at them. I understand; it's fine."

Jesse blushed. "Um, yeah, I was kinda pissed at him…"

"Okay, well just punch him next time you see him. Anyway, I wanted to ask if you wanted to come over."

The small teen squeaked again and nearly dropped the phone. "Come over? Now?"

"Yeah. I'm bored and my family's out, and since we live so close to each other I thought maybe you wanted to do something."

Jesse tried not to hear anything suggestive in that sentence. "Um, yeah, that sounds good! I'll be over soon, 'k?"

"Okay. Bye."

"Bye." Jesse hung up the phone and squealed in delight. He invited me over! Yes, yes, yes! He jumped up and ran to the front door. "Lori, I'm going out for a bit, 'k?" he yelled up the stairs.

"Okay, have fun!" she yelled absently.

"See ya!" He slipped on his coat and shoes and was out the door.


It took all of two minutes for Jesse to get over to Nate's house, even with all the snow. He rang the doorbell and it opened, revealing a very nice looking Nate wearing a dark blue sweater and khaki pants. He grinned when he saw Jesse.

"Hey, come on in. You want something to drink?" he asked, holding the door open to let the freezing Jesse inside.

"Yeah, drinks sound good. Cocoa, if you have it," he replied, pulling off his coat and kicking off his shoes. "Where should I sit?"

"Go to the living room. It's the big room to your right," Nate called from the kitchen. Jesse went to the living room and sat down on the sofa, blushing at the memory of his first time in Nate's house, a.k.a. the nipple incident. He grabbed a book off the coffee table and began leafing through it, noting with curiosity all the complicated medical charts and drawings. The book must've been one of Nate's.

"Here you go." Jesse jumped slightly at Nate's voice. He saw the mug being offered to him and smiled.

"Thanks. It's really cold out there," he commented, cuddling up to his mug, making him look absolutely adorable and making Nate have to work very hard at not just jumping him right then and there.

"Yeah, I know. I was out shopping earlier today and had to walk home 'cause my parents stole my car," he said, sitting next to Jesse.


"Theirs had a broken carburetor and they had scheduled to go see my grandma today."

"Oh." Jesse looked outside at the swirling snow and said, "I hope they make it back okay. It's a fucking blizzard out there."

Nate shrugged. "Wanna watch a movie?" he suggested.

"Yeah, okay."

While it hadn't exactly been the afternoon Nate had been hoping for, it was still nice. They watched Monty Python and the Holy Grail and then set up a game of Rummy 500 which became Rummy 1000 when Jesse refused to accept defeat. They were almost finished when the phone rang.

"Hello?" Nate asked. "Yeah, hey, mom… Uh-huh. No, I haven't blown up the kitchen… Yes, I know… No… Really? Why? Okay, yeah, I'll be fine." Jesse noticed that a huge grin had spread over Nate's face. "No, no, it's fine. I can take care of myself… Yeah, say hi to grandma for me. Bye." He hung up the phone and turned to Jesse, grinning. "My parents are trapped at my grandma's house because of the snow!"

Jesse grinned back and then frowned. "That probably means I should get going soon, if I'm gonna make it home." He glanced out the window. "It looks really bad right now."

"Okay. Here, I'll get your coat and shoes. You just wait by the door," Nate said. Jesse stood up and walked over to the door. He noticed something odd. Nate's door had a window that started about halfway down and went all the way up, and he could only see out of half of it. The other half was covered by a mass of white. He frowned, opened the door, and nearly fainted in shock.

Three quarters of the doorway was completely covered by snow, only being held back from going into the house by the screen door. A cold blast of wind hit Jesse square in the chest, and he cried out just as Nate came back.

"Holy fuck…" the blue eyed boy said and went over to the door. "What the hell's going on?"

Jesse looked up at him and smiled nervously. "It would appear that I am stuck at your house for the night."

Nate tried not to look like this was the best day of his life.


It was late now. Jesse had called his parents, eaten dinner and then had watched more TV, until Saturday Night Live had ended and Nate suggested they go to his room. It occurred to Jesse that he had never actually seen any of Nate's house before except the living room and kitchen, so he eagerly followed.

"Sorry it's such a mess," the taller teen apologized. "I've been preoccupied with other shit lately."

Jesse glanced around the room. There were a few stray clothes on the floor, and books piled around the desk, which was strewn with an assortment of papers. "It's actually very neat," he said, being accustomed to Chris's room, which was constantly littered with dirty dishes, food wrappers, and occasionally semen encrusted sheets.

"Yeah, well, this is pretty messy for me," Nate explained. "I guess it comes with my blood. My mom's a total neat freak." He made a face, and Jesse giggled. "Come sit down," he said, patting the space next to him on the bed. "I promise I won't bite."

Jesse flushed a little but smiled anyway and sat down. "It'd be useful, though, to be clean, wouldn't it? Because you wanna be a doctor?"

Nate shrugged. "Yeah, but they don't let you pass medical school if you're not neat, so I'd have to learn eventually. I guess this just makes it easier."

"Why do you wanna be a doctor so much?"

Blue eyes narrowed in concentration and Nate leaned back against the wall. "I don't really know. I think…" He bit his lip and thought. "When I was a kid, I was climbing a tree and fell, scraping myself up real bad. My dad took me to the doctor, and all he did was stick a few band-aids on me. I was sore for days, and the scabs hurt really badly because he hadn't cleaned them or anything. I think at the time I decided I would be doctor so that no one would ever get bad treatment. I know better now, of course, but the desire just stuck with me my whole life." Ho looked at Jesse. "What about you? What d'you wanna do with your life?"

Jesse looked down. "Um, nothing big, really…"

"C'mon, I told you mine!"

"Well…" Jesse swirled his finger around the mattress, slightly embarrassed. "I kinda wanna design video games."

Nate cocked his head. "What's so bad about that?"

"Nothing, really… But my parents have never approved. They say that I'll be wasting my life, because no one will ever care who designed the games, just that they can play them. They also think I spend too much time away from reality," he replied. "It's just kinda stuck with me that it's not really a career to be proud of."

Nate smiled. "There's nothing wrong with video games."

"Yeah, I know, but when something is repeated to you time and again, it gets stuck in your brain and you can't get rid of it easily. I don't think my parents love me very much," Jesse said.

"One less thing you have to take care of when you're older; they don't treat you nice, you don't pay for their nursing home or send the kids to visit," Nate chirped, and Jesse laughed.

"Ooo, yes, I'm going to marry and have lots of little terrors running around me all day long," he teased.

"Yeah, twelve, remember? You agreed to marry me at the play," Nate said, laughing. Jesse snorted, half in amusement, half in horror.

"And we'll have our wedding on a hill with lots of pretty flowers and trees all around it, right?"

"Of course! And we'll have a big party afterwards, with dancing and music and a big wedding cake with lots of little frosting flowers!"

"And we can dance to our very own song!"

"And after that I'll sweep you into my arms and take you home and we'll make love under the moonlight!" Nate finished, and Jesse flushed bright red.

"Um, is it just me or is it kinda hot in here?" he asked. Nate, still grinning, looked at him.

"Must be just you. I'm fine."

"Oh, um, okay then," Jesse said. He reached down and pulled off his sweatshirt.

It happened it almost slow motion. When Jesse began taking off his sweatshirt, he pulled his t-shirt up with it, exposing a pale, smooth chest. The t-shirt was pulled all the way up to his nipples, and the smile disappeared off Nate's face to be replaced with another look. He licked his lips unconsciously and felt the blood rushing to his groin. Oh, god… Jesse finished pulling off the sweatshirt and shook his head, sending brown tresses flying across a flushed face. Nate could feel his self-control breaking in two.

The green eyed boy looked at Nate, watching the hungry look in his eyes. "Um, Nate? Is something wrong?" he asked, looking confused and completely innocent at the same time.

That did it. Whatever was left of Nate's self control, morals, commonsense and anything else broke with a loud snap! And he practically lunged at Jesse, who let out a small yelp. He took one moment to look into confused but somewhat hopeful green eyes before claiming Jesse's mouth in a passionate kiss.

The assault on his mouth was sudden and completely unexpected, so at first Jesse struggled to get away. And then he remembered. This was Nate. Nate was kissing him. They were in his bedroom. No one else was in the house. Nate's tongue was now running against his lips, asking permission for entrance.

It took him half a nanosecond to begin recuperating the kiss, opening his mouth and making a small moan as Nate's tongue slipped inside. Nate groaned, exploring the warm cavern, licking and nipping at his lips. Jesse tasted sweet; something like honey and cream, and Nate eagerly swept his tongue around Jesse's mouth, wanting to savor the taste forever. Jesse moaned again, letting his own tongue shyly slip into Nate's mouth, tasting berries and apples and oranges, not quite sweet but still delicious.

They broke apart, panting, and Nate moved his tease Jesse's ear. "D'you know, when I first saw you," he breathed hotly, "I thought you were the most beautiful person I had ever seen in my life?" He took the earlobe between his teeth and tugged, drawing a gasp from the boy beneath him.

"No, I didn't–ohhhhh," he moaned. Nate's hand had found its way under his shirt and was running fingers along his stomach. "Oh, god…"

Nate grinned. "Sorry, he's not in right now, but I can help you instead," he whispered. Jesse let out a giggle that turned into another moan as Nate sucked lightly on his neck. He gently trailed mouth up to Jesse's again, and kissed him, hard. There was no delay this time; Jesse responding with vigor and excitement, opening his mouth and allowing Nate to explore.

The larger teen broke off, grinning, and moved his hand up Jesse's chest even farther, gently flicking at one nipple. Jesse gasped, and then whimpered when Nate took the nipple and began rolling it between his finger tips. "Oh fuck, Nate…"

"Shirt off," Nate growled. "Now."

Jesse nodded and lifted himself up a bit. Nate almost ripped the shirt off. He gazed appreciatively at the boy beneath him, flushed and panting, looking at him with clouded eyes. He smiled and leaned down, running his tongue up Jesse's chest, along his naval, across his ribs. He paused at the nipples blowing hot air onto one before taking it into his mouth. Jesse moaned again, reaching up and fisting his hands into Nate's hair and he continued to suck on the bud. He swirled his tongue around it, and then took it between his teeth and tugged gently, drawing a whimper from Jesse.

"Oh, god, Nate," he whispered. Nate smiled and lapped gently at the sensitized skin, then blowing on it, causing the bud to harden and making Jesse moan again. "Oh, fuck…"

"Soon, darling," Nate teased and Jesse blushed, eyes widening ever so slightly as he realized that this was actually happening; Nate was actually here and they were going to do what he had dreamed of for so long.

Nate turned his attention to the other nipple, taking it between his teeth. One of his hands stroked down Jesse's stomach, going lower and lower until it paused at the waistband of his jeans. He pulled away from Jesse's chest, looking at the boy with his question evident in his gaze. Lust filled eyes gazed back at him, and the small boy breathed, "Do it."

Nate groaned softly, the blood rushing to his already throbbing erection, and he dipped his fingers below the waist band and began tugging them off. He dragged them down slowly, pulling them over hips, then thighs, then over knees and finally, off Jesse's body altogether and flinging them somewhere across the room.

Clad only in his boxers now, Jesse shivered in anticipations as Nate ran his hungry gaze over his body. He was mostly hard now, the tent obvious and catching to the eye. Nate smiled and pressed his lips against Jesse's again briefly, before trailing a path of butterfly kisses down to the naval, pausing to dip his tongue in the hole. Jesse gasped and dug his hands into the sheets. "Nate, please…" he begged, wanting so much for the blue eyed man to touch him.

"Patience is virtue, Jesse," Nate murmured, but moving his lips down further.

"Yeah, and so is chastity, but you don't see me following it! Just do it," he growled, and Nate laughed breathlessly.

"If you insist," he said and in one fluid movement rid Jesse of his remaining garment.

He was beautiful. Nate gasped softly. He sat up and ran his hand over the thin, elegant legs, brushing the inner thighs softly, up the abdomen and over the chest finally resting on Jesse's checks. His whole body was freckled, Nate realized, and yet still pale. A decent sized erection that fit his body size just right jutted forth from a nest of brown curls. He smiled and leaned down again, kissing him sweetly this time, with minimal use of tongues; just lips and the taste of the other boy, both of which he couldn't get enough of.

"Hey, wait…" Jesse whimpered. "No fair… You've still got… Clothes on…"

Nate chuckled and licked the shell of his ear. "Guess you'll have to change that, then, won't you?"

The smaller teen flushed. "I…"

"Don't be shy," Nate whispered. "You won't do anything wrong." You can't do anything wrong; you're perfect, he thought. Jesse nodded and shyly placed his hands under Nate's sweater, running them over his stomach and chest lightly. Nate made a small sound, and Jesse smiled lightly. Getting braver, he slid his hands farther up his torso and let his fingers run over Nate's nipples.

"Fuck, Jesse…" Nate closed his eyes, reveling in the small sparks that were shooting down his spine. Jesse took a deep breath, and then yanked the sweater off Nate's body. Nate made another small noise as the cold air hit him, and the smaller boy blushed again. He ran his fingers over ever part of Nate's upper body: arms, chest, stomach, everything. Every touch was light and fleeting, and it soon became too much for Nate. Growling, he crushed his lips against Jesse's once more, making the other boy squeak in surprise and then moan in pleasure when their tongues began to battle for dominance.

He let his hands wander to Nate's back, running up and down the sides, giving the shoulder blades a quick massage before slowly sliding down to grip his ass. Nate groaned into the kiss, shoving his tongue into Jesse's throat and mouth-fucking him as the boy's hands pulled his hips closer to his own. Nate moved his legs so that he was now straddling Jesse, and ground down on the other boy. Jesse broke off the kiss, throwing his head back and moaning loudly. Nate went down and attacked his neck, trapping the skin between his teeth and sucking hard. He rolled his hips in little circles against Jesse's, making sounds issue from his throat that were like music to Nate's ears.

"P-pants!" Jesse cried out, his hands resting at the top of Nate's pants. The larger male sucked a little harder on his neck in response and reached down with his own hands to pull off the garment and his boxers. He flung both to the side and left Jesse's neck where he had left a nice big mark. He grinned and sat up a little running his hands down near Jesse's pelvis, making the other boy gasp softly.

"Oh god…" he said, gazing at Nate in some kind of wonderment, his lean muscles and slight six-pack very alluring, but even more amazing was the large organ between his legs, and very close to Jesse's own erection.

Nate laughed softly at the look in Jesse's eyes. "Two things. One, like what you see? And two, this is your first time, isn't it?"

Jesse flushed even more, if that was even possible. "Yes… To both," he whispered, slightly embarrassed because it was obvious Nate had done this before.

Blue eyes blinked slowly, and then the owner of them leaned down and kissed Jesse softly. "It's nothing to be ashamed of," he said. "And I promise I'll go slowly. If you want to stop, just tell me, okay?"

Jesse nodded, and Nate smiled. He kissed again, and then began trailing kisses down his body, pausing to suck lightly at the nipples, pausing at his naval to dip his tongue inside, and then finally pausing right above Jesse's throbbing erection. He lifted his eyes, which were filled with the unspoken question. Jesse gulped, and then nodded. Nate lowered his gaze again and kissed the head, before taking it into his mouth.

Jesse let out a half choked moan. He had never felt anything so good in his life. Nate's tongue ran along the sides and the bottom as he took more of Jesse's cock into his mouth, sucking softly and scraping his teeth even so lightly on the skin. The smaller teen arched slightly, hands tangled in the sheets, eyes closed and mouth open and panting in pleasure, his body tight as a bow as Nate continued to pleasure him. He pulled back to the head, pressing his tongue into slit at the head, earning a moan, and he smiled before diving back down and taking the whole thing into his mouth.

And Jesse let out small scream, every nerve in his body on fire as Nate sucked on his cock. He tried to buck, but Nate was holding his hips down with one arm. With the other, he moved his hand to massage Jesse's sac, squeezing and rubbing them. Jesse let out another half chocked scream. It felt incredible, and it felt blissful, and oh god, he was so fucking close. He let out a series of small cries and loud moans, getting closer and closer to the sweet bliss of orgasm…

And the Nate pulled away. He let out a cry and thrashed on the bed, raising his hips in a futile effort to regain the lost contact. "Ah! Fucking bastard… Why the hell–,"

Nate pressed a finger to his lips. "I don't want you coming. Not yet." Jesse growled, his aching cock begging for more stimulation and he was going to just touch himself when Nate reached over into the bedside cabinet and pulled out a small tube. It suddenly occurred to Jesse (for in his lust drowned mind he hadn't been thinking straight) why Nate didn't want him coming yet, and he flushed again.

"Is that… I mean…"

"Lube? Yeah." Nate pressed their lips together briefly. "We'll need it for this next part. Now, try to relax, and don't think about the pain because it will take all that much longer if you do."

Jesse nodded and closed his eyes, relaxing his muscles in meditation technique Yei had taught him to help relieve stress. He heard the sound of a cap being unscrewed, and then the sound of gel being squeezed out of it. He made small noise when Nate attached himself onto his neck again, sucking and pressing little kisses everywhere.

It didn't really hurt when the first finger slipped in; it just felt odd. He squirmed, trying to get used to the intrusion in his body, making little moans when Nate began sucking on the hickey he had given him earlier. His ground his hips down a little, telling Nate silently that he was ready for the next finger.

It hurt a little this time, and when he drew in a sharp breath, Nate moved from his neck to his mouth, kissing him open mouthed. The fingers pushed in a little deeper and began to stretch him. Jesse gasped and moaned a little as tiny sparks of pleasure began gathering in his groin again.

It went on like this for a minute, Nate kissing and stretching him with two fingers, before he pulled out slightly to add the third. It hurt, and Jesse made a small cry, tears forming in the corners of his eyes. Nate moved up and kissed the tears away. He moved to Jesse's ear and whispered, "Relax, baby. I'll go slowly, I promise."

Jesse just nodded and inhaled deeply. Nate pushed in a little deeper, searching for…

All the sudden Jesse threw his head back and cried out. Nate smiled and brushed his fingers over the spot again, and Jesse let out another loud moan. And then Nate was relentless, teasing and brushing and pressing his fingers on Jesse's prostate, making him thrash and writhe on the bed. There was only a thin ring of green surrounding his pupils now and his breath was coming in short, heavy gasps. Soon he began grinding his hips down onto Nate's fingers, trying to get more of the wonderful feeling that was flowing through his body.

"Oh, god, Nate, please, I need more, oh, fuck, more, please!" he begged. Nate kissed him hard and withdrew his fingers. Jesse cried out and the sudden loss, but then he felt something nudge at his entrance again, and he bit his lip, forcing himself to relax again. He took a deep breath, and nodded.

In one fluid movement, Nate buried his entire cock in Jesse's ass, drawing a sharp yell from the smaller boy and loud groan from himself. Jesse was really tight, almost to the point where it was painful, but it felt absolutely wonderful. It took almost all of his self-control not to just start pounding into him right then and there. He waited, kissing Jesse's chest, neck, and face to try and get him relaxed again.

It took what seemed like forever, but finally Jesse opened his eyes, gazing into Nate's face. "Ok," he said. "I'm ready."

Nate nodded and pulled out just a little bit, before pushing backing. The movement was slow and didn't hurt as much as Jesse thought it would. Nate continued this several times, carefully looking for any signs of pain from Jesse, wanting to make sure this as good for both of them.

Soon Jesse's gasp began those of pleasure instead of pain and he rolled his hips a little, trying to spur Nate on. The blue eyed teen began moving faster, pulling out faster and pushing in deeper. Soon even this action became to slow and the pace increased again, Nate thrusting in Jesse faster and harder and deeper, and Jesse moaning and writhing and gasping, eyes completely clouded in lust.

Nate stopped for a moment, adjusted his position and then slammed backing, hard, and Jesse screamed again. Nate grinned and slammed back onto Jesse's prostate, drawing more cries and screams from the boy below him. Jesse's head was thrown back, his back arching off the bed, and he began bucking his hips to meet Nate on every thrust, trying desperately to get more of the incredible feeling coursing through his veins. Their sweaty bodies melded together perfectly; Nate leant down to suck in Jesse' neck again, and Jesse bringing his hands up and threading through Nate's hair. Incoherent babble was now issuing out of his mouth, the only words that Nate could make out being "fuck", "Nate", and "more".

The pleasure was rising, and Nate knew neither of them would last much longer. He wanted to make Jesse come first, though, wanted him to be the first to scream as he was drawn over the edge. He pulled away from Jesse's neck and crushed their lips together in a hot, wet, passionate kiss that was eagerly returned. One of his hands reached down and grabbed Jesse's throbbing erection, and began pumping it in time with his thrusts.

Jesse cried out into Nate's mouth, arching his back and grinding his hips down to lose himself in the feeling of being engulfed and filled at the same time. Nate rode his fast and hard, each thrust hitting his prostate perfectly, going deeper and deeper, making Jesse cry out. They could both feel themselves rising, getting closer and closer to orgasm, until they were almost there…

Jesse broke off from the kiss, threw his head and screamed his throat raw as he came, back arched completely off the bed, and white liquid spraying all over their abdomens. Nate groaned loudly as he felt Jesse's muscles spasm around hi, and then he too felt himself go over the edge, coming into the tight body surrounding him, riding out the orgasm until there was nothing left.

They both collapsed, breathing heavily. Nate pulled out of Jesse limply and reached over to grab some tissue. He cleaned them both off, then threw the dirty tissue somewhere, lifted the covers and pulled them over him and Jesse, who immediately snuggled up to his chest. He smiled, brushing some stray strand of hair out of his eyes and whispered in his ear, "You were fantastic."

Jesse blushed and smiled cuddling closer to him. Nate put his arms around the smaller boy, and they were both asleep within minutes.


Ring, ring, ring! Ring, ring, ring! Ring, ring, ring!

Jesse groaned as the annoying sounds of a phone invaded his ears. He grabbed a pillow to try and block it out. It didn't work.

Ring, ring, ring! Ring, ring, ring! Ring, ring, ring!

"Fuck," he groaned, and reached over to pick up the phone. "What the hell do you want?!"

There was silence on the other end. Then… "Jesse…?"

"Yeah, what?" he responded irritably.

"Um, it's Sei…"

"Yeah, what the hell do you want? I was sleeping!"

"Well, um… Actually… I was calling, um… Well, I was calling Nate. And I'm, um, pretty sure I dialed the right number… So, uh, what're doing on the phone?"

Jesse looked behind him to see a sleeping Nate with one arm still around his own waist. He blinked groggily, only the tiniest bit awake (and therefore not registering how Sei knew Nate or anything else that required brain power) and said, "I got trapped here because of snow, stayed the night, and we had sex. So?"

There was another silence. And then a scream. And then Jesse woke up.

"Oh, fucking Jesus Christ!" he yelled and tried to hang up the phone but only succeeded in falling off the bed. He landed with a whump, the sound of Sei screaming "OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD!!! IT HAPPENED! IT ACTUALLY HAPPENED AND YOU HAD SEX AND OH MY GOD OH MY GO–,"


Jesse stared at Nate, who had taken the phone and thrown to the other side of the room. "There is no way I'm fucking dealing with squealing girls this early in the fucking morning," he said. "Now get back up here. I'm cold."

Jesse obliged and crawled back into bed, snuggling up against his chest. "Hey, Nate?"


"Um, you know, I mean, uh, you, um, I mean, you know what we did last night…?"

Nate opened his eyes and sat up a little. "Yeah?"

"Well, um, I… Well, what we did… What does it mean?"

Nate eyed Jesse thoughtfully. "Well, what do you want it to mean?"

Jesse looked down at the mattress. "Well, I want… I mean, I'd kinda like us to be… Well, you know…"

"A couple?"

"Yeah. But you probably don't want that, because you're so much more experienced and you've probably had lots of other better lovers and I'm just–,"


He looked up. "What?"

"Shut up." Nate grabbed the other boy's chin and crushed their lips together in a kiss that was passionate and sweet and was the kind of kiss reserved only for those you really care about. He broke off and whispered against Jesse's lips. "I think I'm falling in love with you. And it would make me the happiest person on earth if you would call me your lover."

Jesse flushed bright red but smiled and wrapped his arms around Nate's neck, pulling them closer. "I would like that," he said.

Nate grinned. "Consider it done." He kissed Jesse again, letting them both fall back against the mattress, soft kisses and light touches being exchanged, smiles and laughter ringing softly through the air.

Or that might've been the telephone downstairs, with Sei, Yei, Adam, Chris, Conner, Lori, Julie, and Alex all trying to get through and demand what happened. Who knows? All that is certain is that this is the end. For good. And forever. And never again shall this continue.

Until I write the sequel, of course XD.


A/N: IT'S FINISHED!!! AND THERE WAS A LEMON!!!I feel happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy! So, please tell me what you think of the lemon, 'cause it's my first time writing one, and look out for the sequel… Which I hopefully post one day… Maybe… (Sighs sadly)