An Accidental Meeting

This is a rewrite of Simon and Jesse's first sexual experience together. I wrote one ages ago called "The First Tryst", but I don't like it that much. I seem to keep coming back to imagining what Simon's first time with Jesse would be like.

Right now this is a work in progress.

This piece is a little plottier than others, because it is their first together, and because it branches off more smoothly from a non-smutty scene in the original story.

I tried to describe them a little better here.

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AN ACCIDENTAL MEETING

An original work

by lordoberon


Simon'S POV

I rolled over onto my side and lay curled up, watching the moonlight as it fell into my bedroom from the window. The curtains, slightly pulled in, swayed in the slight night breeze. Before I knew it, I was falling asleep, but it seemed a second later like I was being woken up.

Heavy, warm hands were on my arms, shaking me, my whole body was shaking. The movement made my back wound ache again and I sat up abruptly, pushing the hands away from me.

"What is it?!" I had been dreaming that same dream again...more like a nightmare. In the dream, I was walking down the cobblestone streets of my home country, rejected and alone. The dark creature of death was solidified in the form of a winged beast that flew above me. Sometimes it would slink down into the alleys and walk behind me in the form of the vampire Leander. At other times it would chase me in the form of a herd of torch bearing hunters. They were crying out, "Witch! Witch!" and I was like a dog spinning through the streets, too tired to fly, too tired to do any magic, only running.

Sometimes a person would emerge from the mob and it was Jesse, holding a spear and with bloodlust in his eyes. It was that image that held me still and enabled him to kill me.

Three times the spear plunged into me, and each time I felt the blow hit me. It pierced my skin and ripped it apart, and I looked down. And in the dream I could see it all: bones and blood and muscle and my heart, pumping fast but slowing, slowing…and then I looked up at him, with blood trickling from my fingertips and from my lips, and asked, "Why did you do this to me?"

That was when I woke, each time. This time in the dream the cobblestones had begun to shake. They had split apart into a hole and I fell into it, screaming.

Now I was awake. The room was hot and my throat was dry. I blinked, and pushed my mind away from the dream. Slowly I lifted my head.

It was Jesse. He sat beside me on the bed, one of his hands resting on my knee, the gold and silver rings on it turned the wrong way around. He was turned towards me attentively. In the light from the moon, his pale blonde hair looked silver, and his blue eyes glowed. His full lips were moist and open.

With shame, I met his stare. When I said nothing, he said simply, "You were screaming. You were screaming my name." He sounded a bit stunned.

For a second I wanted to break. I wanted to collapse into his lap and tell him my dream, tell him all my worries and fears and dark, strange thoughts. But I held it in, stopped the flow before it could free itself, and took a deep breath.

"You heard me all the way from the fourth floor?"

Jesse shook his head. "No. Your magic, your...I don't know, your special magical imprint, the way your magic moves and smells and tastes...I got this wave of it, and it woke me up, and I walked downstairs. Then I heard you screaming. I thought maybe the hunters had come. Are you okay?"

I nodded. "Yes. It was just a dream."

But for a moment it came again, and I saw him as he had been in the dream, with that malicious smile and the spear. I stood up and shook the image out of my head, saying, "I'm going to get a drink of water."

To my surprise, he followed me down the stairway and into the dining room. It was a large room with a high ceiling and swirled wallpaper designs. I ducked into the kitchens to get the water, and came back. Jesse stood by the long dining table, watching me as I drank thirstily. When I was done I put the cup down and turned towards him.

The moonlight was falling through crack in the heavy curtains. I almost wanted go out to the patio outside, to the gardens, to the maze where I had roamed in my first days at this house. It had been months since then, almost a year. Moonlight fell to illuminate half on Jesse's face. The other half was left in shadow. His whole body was like this, covered with patches of shadow and light. One of his shoulders was bare because of a sleeve having fallen, and it shone in the moonlight. His skin was so pale.

I stepped forward towards him, not quite sure what I was doing. I wanted to see that he wasn't a demon. I wanted the image of him in my nightmare to leave me, and be replaced by something else. But in those shadows I saw reflections of what was inside him: malevolence, cruelty, and sadness, partly in him and partly poured on the world, because he couldn't contain it all within himself.

"Simon," he said, stepping forward until we were inches apart. His hair was mussed from sleep and he wore the nightshirt loosely, its tuck in the pants billowing at the waist instead of well situated. The buttons were all undone and past the wrinkled cloth I could see his chest.

His hands grabbed hold of mine. His voice was quiet as he asked, "Where did you go that I had to pull you back from?"

I didn't know if he meant the dream, or earlier today, when I had almost been swallowed by my travel to another dimension, and when I had been about to disappear, Jesse had pulled me back. "I go many dangerous places. If only my mind would let me rest at least at night."

I shook his hands away and pushed my fingers into his hair, brushing it back from his forehead, combing it into a neater arrangement. I didn't know why I was ding this, why I was looking at him like this. I mean, why now? Now, when I needed my sleep?

Maybe it was because of the bad dream. I was still shaken from it, and the urge to be reassured that the dream would not come true gnawed at me. I knew it wouldn't. If Jesse wanted to kill me, he would have earlier, as he had said. His double-agent status was nothing to fear, now. But still the nightmare's image haunted my mind.

He must have seen the fear in my eyes, for his voice came softly to me and that gaze looked so deeply. "What's wrong?" he asked.

My hand fell from his head down to his shoulder and I put an arm around him, leaning forward into him and resting my chin on his shoulder.

"I...I don't...It's getting harder. There are so many riddles to work out. I'm...I'm uneasy, that's all."
Jesse put his hand on my head. Wisps of my dark curls scattered as he his fingers stroked my scalp. He leaned his head down to press his cheek against mine. I closed my eyes. This felt good. This felt safe.

His voice came out a whisper. "Would kissing it better help?" I could feel him smile at the end.

But when I lifted my head up he wasn't smiling anymore, and those eyes were very serious. He'd meant what he'd said.

I backed up to sit on top of a little table that stood against the wall, pushing the vase of flowers out of my way. I felt awake suddenly. I leaned back carefully against the wall. The magical scar on my back would be sure to disturb this interesting new turn if I wasn't careful. "Why did you kiss me back that one time, anyway?”

Jesse rolled his eyes at me. "Why do you think? It wasn't," and here his voice got a little tight, still offended by the idea, "a tactic to seduce you so that I could kill you. You're the one who kissed me, for one thing."

My hands gripped the edge of the table tightly. Hard mahogany bit into my palms. "But you liked it." This was a question, in a way.

He laughed and the sound echoed in the large room. But his eyes were bright. It wasn't a laugh making fun. Jesse came to stand in front of me and put his hands on my thighs. I lost breath as those hands suddenly slid up my sides, up over my bare chest to my shoulders. Then, slowly, those exciting hands slid down my arms and then latched onto my waist, hands resting on my hips. It was sweet irony that I had taken my shirt off earlier in restlessness, for now I could feel the touch of his fingertips on my skin. It made me nervous and a little giddy.

When he leaned in towards me, his voice was soft and low. His words came out in a slow, rippling purr that sent shivers down my spine. "Of course I liked it."

That cheek pressed against mine again, and he smiled, saying, "Simon, Simon..." He looked into my eyes and I looked back. That gaze was so sure of itself, and glowing with warmth.

He pressed his cheek to mine again, a strange comforting sort of gesture, and then he turned his head and those lips brushed down my cheek. Every second had me gripping the table tighter in anticipation. My mind was all a-whirl.

Then his mouth was over mine. He kissed me lightly, experimentally. His lips were soft and warm, and I felt like floating. In contrast his hands on my hips were solid and grounding, pressing against me gently but firmly. It was like he wanted to hold me forever.

I pushed back into the kiss, my hands of their own accord sliding up his neck to clasp the back of his head. When his tongue slid over my lips I opened my mouth in response, and that was when I could feel the vibrations of magic in the air. My magic was acting up again. I tried to calm myself to stop things from floating in the air, but in the back of my head I could feel it going on.

Jesse's kiss was delicious, like a silky wave that meandered into my head and made it dizzy with delight. His kiss became passionate and I surprised myself by responding with equal vigor, gliding my tongue against his and feeling submerged in some sort of watery, hot bubble which held only us two. His mouth was warm and soft and devouring, only making me hold onto him tighter.

With a gasp I let his teeth bite gently along my lower lip. Then I fell quite ungraciously back against the wall. My hands on the table tried to keep me steady, but my arms shook a little.

Loudly, he laughed at my reaction. I smiled in response, blushing, to see the wide smile on his face even after he stopped laughing. That smile of his was lovely. He leaned in again, pressing his lips to my mouth for a second. My hands somehow had come to grasp his shirt, circling around his torso and fisting the white cloth behind his back. Now I lay my hands flat against him, sliding my palms up his back through the cloth.

"Oh..." I breathed in surprise, as Jesse put his mouth on that spot from before, the place on my cheek right by my ear. I closed my eyes, feeling a rush of pleasure thrust into me when he put his tongue on that spot. Somehow the wet heat was intoxicating. I couldn't pull myself away as his mouth sidled down my left ear. My earring became a part of it all when his tongue wiggled against it, and then he used his teeth just a little and I jumped at the sensation. I actually liked how it felt.

"You have very sensitive ears, Simon," he said in a surprised tone. Even his breath, whispered hot air over my now wet ear, made goose bumps of delight prickle my skin. I moaned in half-protest, half encouragement, as he licked and gently bit at my ear again. Jesse's voice was husky as he said, "I like this reaction."

He proceeded to lick harder, longer, and in response my hands moved up and down his back in quick, frantic strokes. Unconsciously I realized my thighs had been squeezing against his hips, as he ran one hand along one. It made me shiver. Then his mouth was traveling, creeping down my neck, and I let my head fall back against the wall. I knew I was caught up in this far too much, I should go to bed, but I just couldn't. His mouth was too good, and now his hands skimmed lightly over my belly.

My hands scrunched the cloth at his shoulders. He chuckled a little, and then his tongue slid delicately across my throat, down to make a trail of kisses over my chest. My breathing was a little uneven now.

Jesse was focused. Even as his tongue was on me, his hands were touching me, calming or exploring I wasn't sure which. That touch crept from my belly to trace the shape of my ribs, and then his hands traced my arms and held my hands. He dragged them down and around, to hold onto his waist. That felt good; I liked it. I felt like he was saying, hold me. I need you, too.

So I held him. Tingles of magic were filling my fingertips, making them numb, but I touched him. When I eased my fingertips down to pull his nightshirt from the waistband, Jesse made an appreciative, “mmm,” and when my fingers glided along his bare skin, he whispered my name, nose nuzzling into my chest.

My heart was thundering and he licked over it, as if he could tell. My fingers explored his skin. It was so soft. I let my fingertips wander up, into that shirt, and traced the shape of his breastbone, his muscles, and the erect bud of a nipple tight against my thumb. It only made him continue to taste me more hungrily. His mouth, his tongue, lapped up pieces of me until I wasn’t a functioning mind; I was just the sizzle that his every touch left behind me. I was the tremble that came when his tongue edged across a nipple and the moan when it wandered lower, towards my belly. He laughed as his tongue memorized the crooks of my elbows and made me yelp at the way it tickled.

I paused, when he lifted up a wrist in one hand. Silently, he traced the two crescent moon marks that lay black on my skin. Then, with his eyes on mine, he brought my wrist to his lips.

His teeth scraped across the skin, and somewhere deep within me, something heavy and flaming growled. It rumbled deep. When his tongue arced out and softly, slowly drifted over the marks, I gasped, and when the touch came again, the magic deep in me responded. The whole room seemed to shake for a moment, and a growling sort of moan slipped out of me.

Jesse stared, my hand still held in his. Then a pleased smirk came to his face. “So that’s what happens when I do that. I’ve been wondering…”

I sucked in a deep breath and then smiled back at him. “Of course you have,” I laughed.

Without further ado, I snuck my hands past him, and grabbed the hem of his shirt. I swept it up and over his head.

Lord, he was beautiful. It had been too long since I had seen him like this. I stared at him. This man before me was like an angel. He was pale and smooth and perfectly sculpted. When I saw him like this, my past unfulfilled desires flashed through my mind.

Now I looked at him with a new light, given all we had been through. I could say that I knew his mind, though really he would always be mysterious. I could even say I knew his heart. But here he was before me, so open and intimate. I felt a shiver, to have this privilege, of seeing him bared in a new way. I doubted he had ever let anyone see him like this: the inside and the out. I felt he had opened that inner self for me. Now, here was his outer self. This was the completion of a longstanding puzzle.

I put my hands at his waist again, thumbs just pressing the fuzzy cloth of his flannels. Smiling, I pulled him forward into a kiss.

He murmured against me the moment I let him breathe, “Simon, if I had known it would make you so happy, I would have taken the shirt off earlier.”

Both our faces were flushed now. I could feel the heat of him against my fingertips as I studied him. My fingers mapped out the planes of his chest, tickled through the hair. He moaned when my thumbs slowly kneaded the rose of his nipples again, and the sound made the hair at the back of my neck stand on end. God, he sounded good.

As soon as my mouth was on him, I didn’t want to stop. I kissed and licked all over his chest, across that dusky set of rose buds, over his neck. I had let my body sink towards his and he took advantage of it, pushing me closer. His skin was hot and I could feel the desire in both of us, our bodies tense with it.

As a sort of hilarious accident I leaned forward too far and lost my footing on the handle of the little table’s drawer. Immediately we were tumbling backwards and Jesse reached back to catch himself on a dining chair, but the momentum was too much. He grunted as the chair slipped from his grasp and we pooled in a heap at the bottom of it.
“Sorry,” I mumbled. I felt like a fool.

Jesse looked at me, and a slow smile crept over his face, and then he started to shake with laughter. That made me laugh, too, and for a while we shook in laughter together. Then he kissed me. A strand of my hair got caught between our mouths and we both pulled back. Then his hands were on my shoulders and he was pressing me back, and automatically I stretched out my legs. I watched Jesse as his hands slid up my pants, up and up, and then over my torso. When he reached above my shoulders and placed his hands there to brace himself, his long, lean body hovered over mine.

Then, with a sigh, he let his body sink down to touch me.

My breath came out in ragged pants. I could feel his bare skin against mine, the hard chest and the sensation of his belly as it rubbed mine with each breath. The tendrils of his hair brushed down to touch my cheek, and his hands inserted themselves firmly in my grasp. The heat of his desire lay as a firm, calling ache against my own. It frightened me a little how much I wanted it. He was exquisite above me, tall and delicate and yet also firm, a tantalizing heat and sensation.

“What do you think?” His question was light, splitting the silence as I tried to memorize the every sensation of his body against mine.

“I think I’ve died and gone to heaven,” I groaned. My hand reached out to coast over his back, down to the flannel waistband.

He laughed at my response, and then arched his back a little, making my hand drift lower. “Come on. You know you want to. I’ve seen the looks.”

So I did, reaching my hand down to slide over the firm heat of his backside, and when a small sound came from his throat, I even groped with both hands.

Then Jesse was lifting himself up, and straddled me. He laughed at the shocked expression on my face and slowly began to move. I shut my eyes as that hard length pressed against me, grinding over me with delightful friction. He was hard and long and the smooth press of his buttocks lay over my thighs.

I was losing myself; I was beyond blushing or being surprised at how fast he was taking this, or how easily I was accepting it. I was swept up in him. It was so good, I felt like I was drowning in pleasure. A groan shuddered from me, and my hands grabbed his tightly. “Oh, Jesse…mmm!”

His voice came low and breathless, “Say more.”

The sensations rolled through me, tight and hard and thrusting then slow and long. I was shaking. I gripped his hips in my hands and pushed back up in response to his movement, and a great rumble came from him, and his hands on my hips pushed hard enough to bruise. “Another reaction I like,” he breathed.

I could hear him panting over me, and when I opened my eyes his body glowed with sweat, his hair was swept back with it. The tendons stood out in his wrists, and his eyes were open, looking at me. I watched his body as it moved like that, graceful and sinuous, and I was entranced.

He shut my open mouth with a kiss, a devouring long one that left me even more breathless and hard. Then he eased himself off of me, and lay on the floor beside me, catching his breath.

I curled onto my side and just looked at him. His eyes were shut, and his mouth open. I wanted to kiss him, or put my fingers in his mouth. I wanted to put other things in his mouth as well. His mouth was so perfectly pink and full. Unbidden, I reached out and traced his lips. My hands continued to move. I rubbed a thumb against the soft lobe of his ear, and traced a scar that was shaped like an x on his shoulder. There were other scars from battles sprinkling his body, and somehow they made him even more beautiful.

His eyes opened when I started to follow the trail that the scars had left on his body. There were three little gouges over his chest, and I let my fingertips drift over these. His skin was so warm. I put my other hand against him, and then moved to press my body along his side. There was a white line of a scar on his other side, and my fingers followed that, down to sit over his hip. Slowly, I watched as my fingers circled it. He watched, too, and then he was tilting my chin to look at him, and I couldn’t resist him any longer.

I rolled up to kneel over him, and leaned down. My long hair acted as a veil around us as I kissed him. He tasted sweet and tangy all at once, like smoke and sweets, and he smelled like the earth. He put his arms around me and pulled me over him. There was that tight pleasure in me again, my aching cock asking to touch him, to touch his mouth, to see him with nothing on at all. I couldn’t decide whether I wanted his mouth or his hands and whether I wanted him touching me or me touching him. It all sounded good.

My kiss was slow. He let me drown in it, licking in and out, pressing my tongue against his, and even biting a little. I stopped when I felt his hands on me, falling down from my shoulders at an agonizing pace. Even so, when his hands were on my thighs I trembled a little. He let them sit there, and we just basked in each other’s heat.
“Have you done this before?” he asked. His hands slowly crept higher and inward.

“Yes. But…”

He had a smirk on his face. I could tell he liked watching me so caught up in it. In him. “But what?”

“It…It wasn’t you,” I whispered. “It wasn’t your touch…your mouth…I’ve wanted you for so long, Jesse. I’ve wanted you since I first saw you. And then the need became deeper, and…grew, into more.”

Jesse sat up, and clasped my hands in his. We knelt on the floor face to face, and he kissed me, licked me, bit with this teeth at my ears to make sounds spill out of me. Then his voice was rough and whispering in my ear, “Since you first saw me? Hmmm. I like that.”

He paused, licking the length of my ear to make me squirm. “It turns me on,” he murmured, and pressed his body up against me. I felt a thrill of excitement shiver up my spine and crackle at my fingertips. He felt something too, for he turned to look me in the eye, and then said with a laugh, “Are you going to bring the house down?”

I shook my head. “Not if I can help it. I’ll try to hold it back more.”

“No,” he said. “Don’t. Don’t hold anything back.”

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