November
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Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
46
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48,034
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341
Recommended:
3
Currently Reading:
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Category:
Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
46
Views:
48,034
Reviews:
341
Recommended:
3
Currently Reading:
2
Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
November 1
November 1
"Hey. You look lost." the man he'd noticed earlier was jogging up to him, smiling. Jesse flushed immediately.
"No, I'm just waiting for someone." Caution kicked in before he could stop it. He glanced around, checking for a chaperone. It would be his luck to go out once on his own and get kidnapped.
"Oh." the man looked vaguely disappointed.
"Just a friend." Jess clarified, unwilling to pass up any chances. The man smiled. He was about 27, Jesse supposed, sizing him up as he'd begun to do out of habit. Probably well-off, nicely built and tallish - maybe just above 6' - attractive enough, with soft brown hair cut soldier-short and warm brown eyes in a cherubic face; a defined jaw and pert nose finished the all-American look. Jesse shrugged. Sure, he was cute, but cute didn't cut it; this one had nothing better than most. He turned back to the lake.
"Aren't you not allowed out without a chaperone?" the man asked quietly, shifting his hands into his pockets. Jesse noticed and began to back away immediately.
"I do have one. He's just gone for a second." This was ridiculous. He had been a soldier; he was an adult, fully capable of taking care of himself, not a child about to be lured off by some questionable stranger. Still, Jesse's heart began to beat triple time against itself, alerting every muscle in Jesse's body to the nearing possibility of flight. The man noticed, and immediately took his hands from his pockets, holding them up for Jesse's inspection.
"It's OK. It's OK." he laughed a little. "I'm not trying to steal you off or anything. Honest." Jesse didn't relax. The man shrugged and backed away a few steps.
"I'm Michael."
"Of?" the question was out before Jesse thought of how rude it might sound, and he flinched in time with the man.
"They don't teach you carriers subtlety in the Centre, then."
"Sorry."
"Of Admiral O'Connor. Second estate. Third in generation. Don't be sorry." Jesse nodded, taking this in. Alright, so he had an advantage over most.
"Don't worry, I'm not." Jesse suddenly felt silly for his paranoia, and began to close the distance between them, holding out one hand to shake Michael's. He took it, eyeing Jesse unabashedly as he did so. Jesse flushed and pulled his hand back.
"Sorry." Michael checked himself sheepishly.
"They teach you soldiers that in Academy?" he laughed.
"Seriously, though - what are you doing out alone?" Jesse shrugged.
"I needed to get some air."
"Awfully risky."
"I don't care."
"Well, I do. Something could happen to you out here." Michael stiffened the collar on his coat.
"Carriers are our most valuable natural resource. We can't lose you." he blinked at the young carrier in front of him and began to move back towards the complex. "Let's go. I'll walk you in." Jesse didn't move, and Michael turned back. "Come on." He sounded annoyed, and the woods were getting darker, so Jesse decided in favor of the idea and followed the man back down the winding forest path towards home.
"Hey. You look lost." the man he'd noticed earlier was jogging up to him, smiling. Jesse flushed immediately.
"No, I'm just waiting for someone." Caution kicked in before he could stop it. He glanced around, checking for a chaperone. It would be his luck to go out once on his own and get kidnapped.
"Oh." the man looked vaguely disappointed.
"Just a friend." Jess clarified, unwilling to pass up any chances. The man smiled. He was about 27, Jesse supposed, sizing him up as he'd begun to do out of habit. Probably well-off, nicely built and tallish - maybe just above 6' - attractive enough, with soft brown hair cut soldier-short and warm brown eyes in a cherubic face; a defined jaw and pert nose finished the all-American look. Jesse shrugged. Sure, he was cute, but cute didn't cut it; this one had nothing better than most. He turned back to the lake.
"Aren't you not allowed out without a chaperone?" the man asked quietly, shifting his hands into his pockets. Jesse noticed and began to back away immediately.
"I do have one. He's just gone for a second." This was ridiculous. He had been a soldier; he was an adult, fully capable of taking care of himself, not a child about to be lured off by some questionable stranger. Still, Jesse's heart began to beat triple time against itself, alerting every muscle in Jesse's body to the nearing possibility of flight. The man noticed, and immediately took his hands from his pockets, holding them up for Jesse's inspection.
"It's OK. It's OK." he laughed a little. "I'm not trying to steal you off or anything. Honest." Jesse didn't relax. The man shrugged and backed away a few steps.
"I'm Michael."
"Of?" the question was out before Jesse thought of how rude it might sound, and he flinched in time with the man.
"They don't teach you carriers subtlety in the Centre, then."
"Sorry."
"Of Admiral O'Connor. Second estate. Third in generation. Don't be sorry." Jesse nodded, taking this in. Alright, so he had an advantage over most.
"Don't worry, I'm not." Jesse suddenly felt silly for his paranoia, and began to close the distance between them, holding out one hand to shake Michael's. He took it, eyeing Jesse unabashedly as he did so. Jesse flushed and pulled his hand back.
"Sorry." Michael checked himself sheepishly.
"They teach you soldiers that in Academy?" he laughed.
"Seriously, though - what are you doing out alone?" Jesse shrugged.
"I needed to get some air."
"Awfully risky."
"I don't care."
"Well, I do. Something could happen to you out here." Michael stiffened the collar on his coat.
"Carriers are our most valuable natural resource. We can't lose you." he blinked at the young carrier in front of him and began to move back towards the complex. "Let's go. I'll walk you in." Jesse didn't move, and Michael turned back. "Come on." He sounded annoyed, and the woods were getting darker, so Jesse decided in favor of the idea and followed the man back down the winding forest path towards home.