A/N: sorry it took me so long to get this up. ..cough 1 year! It's good to be back…
After taking a long three hour nap, James woke up feeling much better. He got up and sleepily, trudged down the stairs. From one of the many windows downstairs, he could see Tristan laying out by the pool and reading. Kyo and Keira were nowhere to be seen. He walked out in his bare feet, the concrete burning the soles of his feet. He took a seat next to Tristan in one of the blue reclining pool chairs.
"Hey, you're up finally," Tristan said, dog earring the book and putting it next to him. "What were you doing with Keira up there?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. James shook his head and laughed.
' You know I don't roll that way. We were just taking,' He typed on his talkpad. Tristan laughed.
"Whatever. I know how some guys get when they're desperate. Have you ever been skinny dipping before? Nobody's home," he said suggestively raising his eyebrow.
'I used to go with my friend Jacob back when I was in Russia. We would sneak out at night...never mind." he cursed himself. Tristan smirked.
"I thought Russia was cold."
James smirked. "All the more fun."
"Well then, what are you waiting for?" He stood up and pulled off his boxers, the only thing he was wearing. James' pale face reddened. "Like what you see?" he asked with a smirk on his full lips. He cannonball into the pool splashing James' feet. "Come on!" Tristan beaconed. James stripped and then jumped into the blue water, enjoying the cool water slide over his naked body.
"You look like death," Tristan laughed, wiping at the make up that was running down James' cheeks. His hand wandered down his neck then down his chest. It lingered there, pushing James against the wall of the pool. Tristan grinned then began his merciless assault on James' lips and neck.
After a very wet make out session, they got out of the pool and reclined in the sun.
'Where are your parents?' James asked, looking up at the big white house that loomed in the distance.
"At work," he said simply.
'Where do they work?'
" Mom is a lawyer and dad works for the FBI. Why?"
'No reason,' he said. He tried to slow his breathing.
"Where do your parents work?" Tristan asked.
'They're dead,' James lied. Tristan coughed.
"Oh, I'm so sorry." He murmured, leaning over to James. He pressed a kiss to his lips. James eagerly ran his hands through Tristan's glossy brown curls.
"YOU HOMOSEXUAL FORNICATORS! YOU'RE GOING TO-!!" A scream pierced the air. It was Aunt Ruthie, waddling towards them with a priceless expression and a finger pointed in accusation. Tristan broke away from James, rolling his eyes. She never managed to finish her sentence because she fell backward, into the pool.
"Oh, shit," Tristan mumbled as he stood up and jumped into the pool. James followed after him, knowing he would need help. When he dove in, he could see Tristan was struggling to bring the huge woman to the surface even in the water. He could tell she was unconscious. They finally managed to pull her to the surface.
"You go call 911. I'll give her CPR. Hurry!" He said between coughs. James looked at him as if he was crazy and ran off to find his talkpad and the phone. After he accomplished his tasks, he called 911.
"Now, which one of you boys called?" A paramedic asked. James tentatively raised his hand.
"Name?" he asked.
"His name is James Caraville. He's mute." Tristan spoke up. The paramedic glanced at him.
"That's something you don't hear everyday," he muttered. "Now, what's your name?" He asked Tristan.
"And how old are both of you?" He asked, scribbling information on a sheet of paper.
"I'm 18 and he's 17."
The paramedic took down some more information and then got into the ambulance. Tristan lightly grabbed James' hand.
"Lets go," he whispered. "Are you hungry?" James nodded. "Can you cook? I'm terrible." James nodded once again. "Well then, the whole kitchen is yours."
About an hour or so later, they were both sitting down in front of the T.V with a plate full of baked lasagna.
"Holy shit, this is amazing," Tristan declared as he took another bite of the steaming pasta. James picked at his food, lost in thought. "What's wrong?" Tristan asked, vexing him from his reverie. He shook his head.
'You know I can't stay here forever. I'm going to have to leave soon,' James typed on his talkpad.
"I'm not letting you go back your uncle. I don't care what you say," Tristan stated.
"Fine ,I'll get a hotel."
"But then you need a car and money. Have you though about that? It's too far out to go get you every morning."
" You think money is a problem for me?" James snorted. " You obviously don't know who I am."
"You're right, I don't," Tristan said. "I actually don't know the first thing about you." They were silent for a moment. James stood up and dumped the contents of his plate in the trash can. He washed out his plate and then went out the back door and headed to the pool house. Tristan followed once he finished.
"James," he said as he walked up the stairs. Of course there wasn't a response. Leaning against the door frame, he watched James as he stared out the window. "I'm sorry James. You know I didn't mean it that way."
James waved his hand in a dismissive gesture and smiled. He patted the bed next to him.
"You are right, we barely know each other. What I do know about you is that you are kind enough to let me, a stranger, into your house."
Tristan grinned, hiding his perfectly straight teeth.
"This might sound kind of stupid but, my gut instinct told me that you were safe. I mean, it sucks having my dad work for the FBI. He's always so strict about who my friends can be, if they're "safe" or whatever," he sighed. James nodded, understanding fully. "It's a wonder he hasn't said anything."
"What do you mean by that?" James asked, a little hurt. Tristan ran his hair through James's thick hair and smiled.
"You're not really the type of guy I hang out with. Of course there's Kyo but you're different."
James raised an eyebrow. "There's something about you that I just can't put my finger on. It's a good thing, don't worry." He leaned over and kissed James' cheek. James smirked and laid back on the bed, his hair splaying out around his head.
"I can't imagine you with short hair," Tristan said, running his fingers through it.
" I can't remember the last time I had an actual hair cut. I get it trimmed every once and a while but that's about it. My hair just kind of stayed in this style."
"I like it and, oh, is that vanilla I smell?" he asked as he pressed his nose into his hair. He took that opportunity to press a kiss on his neck. He felt James shiver underneath him. James tilted his head so his lips met Tristan's. "Mmm, yummy," Tristan said as he swung one of his legs over James' waist and continued to kiss him, running one hand through his hair. James wrapped his arm around Tristan's waist, pulling him closer to him. Tristan broke the kiss and looked into James' sparkling emerald eyes.
"I haven't felt this way in a while," he whispered breathlessly, looking somewhat dazed. James gazed back. His hand went up to touch Tristan's cheek. He was sinking into the depths of Tristan's chocolate brown eyes, losing himself slowly. His lips were tingling, wanting more of Tristan. He brought his lips up to meet Tristan's, greedily diving into another kiss. His hands reached under Tristan's polo shirt, needing to feel flesh. Tristan inhaled sharply.
"Your hands are cold," he murmured into his ear. James removed his hand slowly. "No, don't. I like it." James pulled the shirt over Tristan's head marveling at the well defined muscles of his chest and stomach. Tristan kissed him again his tongue begging for entrance. James parted his lips, allowing him to explore. Everything that he was worried about before melted away when Tristan's tongue caressed his. He wasn't afraid anymore to give a little of himself away to this boy, he needed to take a risk. Things were different when it came to him, they were simple but complicated at the same time. There was so much he wanted to say.
Tristan pulled away gently from him and looked in his eyes.
"James," he spoke quietly. He pulled James into his arms and closed the gap between them. He ran his hands through James's hair enjoying the scent. He trailed his hand down his back. James affectionately nipped at his neck and placed a kiss as light as a butterfly wing on it. It was Tristan's turn to shiver.
"James," he repeated again. "I want to make this work with what we have between us. I know we have something." He took James's cold hand in his own, entwining his fingers with his. "What do you think?"
James nodded and groped the bed for his talkpad.
"You really don't know what you're getting your self into." He said, with a very serious look on his face.
"What do you mean?" Tristan asked, puzzled. James sighed.
"I have a lot of issues. I really don't want to drag you into them. I want to be with you, but I don't know if it's safe for you."
"What do you mean it won't be "safe" for me?"
"Lets just say that I'm not the best person for you. I still have monsters chasing after me from the past, to put it simply."
"We all do don't we?" He asked. James shifted in his lap so his legs were around Tristan's waist.
"I promise to tell you one day." He said.
"Fine, but make it soon. I hate being left out of stuff."
"Ok, moving on. Do you want to go out and do something? I feel like...hmm...iced coffee or a frapp...or what ever you call it. It can be like...bonding time or something stupid like that." He said with a smile.
"Sounds good to me," Tristan said, grinning. He pecked James' lips and stood up, with James still wrapped around his waist. "Piggyback ride? You weigh almost nothing." James got down and then hopped on his back. "Frapp time!" Tristan said as they headed for his car.
The sound and smell of coffee beans being ground filled the air, intoxicating the two boys as they walked to the front counter. James inhaled deeply, filling his lungs with the smell of freshly made coffee and desserts baking. He bounced up and down on the balls of his feet as Tristan ordered, growing slightly impatient. He recognized the girl working at the counter from school.
"Julia, can I have a discount? Pweeez?" Tristan asked, puppy dog pouting to the girl behind the counter. She rolled her eyes.
"10 percent. That's it." She said, punching in something else on the keyboard.
"Have I ever told you how much I love you?" He said sweetly to her.
"Every day. Here, take the freggin drinks and leave me alone," she said, shoving the two drinks to the boys with a sugar coated smile on her face. James grabbed his and took a straw from a basket. He pranced away, looking for an open table.
"New play toy?" She asked as she handed Tristan his change. Tristan just smirked and walked away without saying anything.
"James, slow down before you get a brain freeze. I know its good." Tristan said laughing as he watched James eagerly gulp down his drink. His eyes glanced at the door when the bells over head tinkled. He nearly spit out his drink when he saw who walked through.
It was Jake (of course). Behind him followed a short, blond haired boy with a bright pink collar around his neck. A leash was in Jakes right hand. He paraded the kid around the tables to the counter and whispered something in his ear. He left his at the counter and walked towards James and Tristan's table with an arrogant smirk plastered over his face.
"Brace your self." Tristan muttered.
"What a coincidence! You're here!" Jake said with fake surprise once he reached their table.
"Nice bitch you have there. He can't be more than a freshman," Tristan said in disgust.
"Isn't he cute? I tore his little virgin ass up last night and couldn't help but to show him off. Ill be finished with him in a week or so. Want him next?" He said with a grin.
"No, I'm fine with what I have." Tristan said. James blushed and looked down at his lap.
"Has he fucked you yet?" Jake signed to James. James blushed a deeper shade of crimson.
"Will you leave me the fuck alone?" James asked, annoyed. Jake laughed.
"Why would I want to do a thing like that?" He asked innocently. Behind him, his bitch came up and offered him his drink.
"This is Evan. Evan, say hi," he ordered.
"Hi," Evan said shyly. His hair fell into his eyes. He looked terrified when he glanced at James.
"What grade are you in?" Tristan asked.
"I'm a freshman," he said quietly. He picked at his nails.
"What the hell are you doing with a freshman? Nothing but using him let me guess." Tristan said. Jake smirked.
"He's just so adorable and tempting, I couldn't resist."
"Obviously. James, why don't we take this to go and go to the park?" Tristan suggested, standing up. He wanted to leave the shop as quickly as possible. James nodded and stood.
"Don't leave! I was just going to tell you about last night and how I made Evan scream."
"We don't want to hear about it," Tristan said, putting a hand up to stop him. "Lets go James."
Jake smirked as they left.
"Do you want to know a secret about James?" Jake asked Evan. "It's super yummy."
"He works for the Russian Mafia."