Left Turn

((And back to Jack.. I\'d originally thought I\'d let Chance do this. But I don\'t think I\'m going to. Mean writer person! Boo hiss! Poor Chancey! *eg*

Bambi4real: I\'m glad. We were seeing Jack from Ben\'s perspective in the last fic, so he was rather skewed. It was my opinion that Ben was just as blind to Jack, as Jack was to Ben. Neither of them truly saw the other person ever. That\'s why now, Jack isn\'t even thinking about Ben. He\'s way past that boy. (Even if we\'re not!)
Sasuke Fangirl #343: Ooo! Hey! Nothing worse for a man than the attack of a rabid Chancey fangirl. Hee hee. I\'ll be sure to relay your message. Though he\'s not looking all that certain and actually, last I heard, he was making arrangements for fake ID\'s and tickets to Tibet.
Paige: A roll in the hay never hurt no one.. at least, not when a happy ending is in sight, ne? ;)

Warning! If you need one. :) Graphic sexual situations ahead. And extreme fluff mixed with angst. What would that be? Flungst? *L* Dunno what.

This? This mark? I got it when my right foot chose to take a...))

Left Turn

Jack wiped his mouth on a towel and stared at himself in the mirror, then looked deeper into the mirror and caught a pair of fever bright eyes and a pink flush. Damn, but that kid needed to carry warning signs on him. Signs like \"Will burn if held too close\" and \"Danger, object is too cute to be real.\"

He\'d been trying all day to set his trap, to elude the control Leigh had tried to create, only to find his own trap closing over his head. The reality of his situation hit him then, standing there, the smell of hotel and Paris in his nostrils. Leigh hadn\'t had to do anything but provide momentum. Chance had done all the rest on his own, unwittingly, innocently, and supremely.

Chance was beautiful. He was slender, small, and yet one couldn\'t say he was thin or weak. Nor was he feminine. He was a muscular, not fully developed young man, waiting for that last growth spurt to make him fill out. He had broad shoulders for such a tiny man, a hard plane of muscles along his side Jack had managed to touch more than once during the day, and slim hips like those of a runner or one of those over-romanticized riders from the Zane Grey books he\'d never admit to having read as a kid. Hell, the only thing he lacked to be a real force was four more inches. Well, that and enough experience to lose the innocent blushes and stammers and all that. You\'d have thought he\'d never been flirted with the way he acted. Maybe never even kissed, for pete\'s sake.

Jack was snared and he didn\'t have the will to draw away. The lure of Chance\'s naïveté, his body, and the incredible way in which he just sucked the world in and spat it back out in ways that were new, strange, wonderful, was too great to disregard.

Chance made a sound and Jack blinked, realizing that he had been staring as he watched the slender young man drag his blanket up to his chin and bury his poppy red face into his pillow. \"I-it was fun,\" Chance stammered.

Was he nervous? He\'d gotten what he\'d wanted, right? Or was it what Leigh wanted? Suddenly Jack wasn\'t so sure he could just go and leap on that other bed, slip into those covers and close the doors of his trap over both their heads.

\"Yeah,\" Jack said, dropping the towel along the side of the sink and walking to the small bed next to Chance\'s. \"Yeah, it was fun. I haven\'t had that much fun in the entire time I\'ve been here.\"

Chance turned in his bed, keeping his blanket close to his chin as if he were a child, not a young man. Hazel eyes regarded Jack carefully. \"How long have you been here?\"

\"You tired?\" Jack laughed.

\"Nah,\" Chance grinned with a further blush. \"That was Leigh. She... she\'s been trying to.. \" He paused.

Jack\'s brow rose, shocked at the fact Chance was about to say it. He wasn\'t sure he wanted Chance to say it, actually. It could break the mood they had going here.

\"Well,\" Chance giggled, pulling the blanket up to over his nose. \"She has it in her head, that she wants you to... you to...\"

Jack moved swiftly, taking a step and kneeling by the bed, placing his hand against the hand under the blanket, where a mouth should have been. \"Shhhh.\" He was rewarded by a slight shudder running through Chance\'s arm. \"I already know. I was awake early this morning while you two were talking.\"

Eyes widened, Chance sat up in shock. \"You knew?\" he asked, hands in his lap, blanket balled in fingers. \"But.. oh shit.\" He laughed in relief. \"I thought... whew.\"

\"Thought?\" Jack wasn\'t sure he should go down that path but it might have contained a door. He slowly sat down on the side of the bed, feeling Chance\'s knee next to his hip. \"What\'d you think?\"

\"Well, that her plan was working. I was worried it was and that when I told you, you\'d just maybe.. I dunno, call me a faggot or a geek or whatever and stomp out or something.\"

Jack\'s smile spread slowly as he leaned forward and ran a finger along Chance\'s cheek. \"Why would I do that?\"

\"Be-because,\" Chance\'s voice came in a hoarse whisper, \"because you would never want s-someone like me, could you stop that? It\'s hard to think..\" his eyes were closed as Jack\'s finger ran down his jaw. He was like a cat, instinctual and sensual, his head falling to one side, baring the side of his neck already.

\"Who wouldn\'t want someone like you?\" Jack scooted closer on the bed until his hip was square with Chance\'s. He could feel the heart beating in that chest under the worn and stained grey tee shirt, a shirt too small already for the other\'s body. \"You\'re beautiful, so ... \" he bent his head but kept far enough away to watch Chance\'s face. It was a masterpiece in and of itself, \"... so beautiful...\"

Chance laughed, a short bark of nervousness and surprise. \"No.. not me. I\'m... gawky and ugly and... hhh...\" his pink mouth made a small O as his breath left him and Jack\'s finger was joined by the others, sliding back into his hair and tangling with the coarse, wavy fibers. He had thick hair, plentiful, and Jack chose then as the opportune moment to close the gap between them, to ghost a touch across the thrumming pulse point at the side of Chance\'s long neck.

\"You\'re beautiful,\" Jack whispered in reverence as he left butterfly kisses up the line of muscle from Chance\'s collar to just under his ear. And he made sure that was the end of the discussion. Not that it was hard. Chance was easily overcome, easily redirected, any attempts at talk were stopped by a soft kiss and only moans came from his mouth.

Jack took that mouth and found it to be as inexperienced as the rest. A wave of uncertainty hit him as he lowered them back, settling his body half over the slender one under his. There were distances he was ready to go, but would Chance know where they were? What they were doing? Would this be fair?

He tore his mouth away and stared down at the passion glazed eyes under his. \"Chance,\" he panted. \"You\'re... shit... you\'re so amazing. And I\'m not going to be able to stop if we keep going.. I... I don\'t want t-\" and his breath caught because at that moment, Chance, his face confident as only the innocent can be, reached down and arching his back, slowly drew that grey tee off of his body.

Chance\'s body was more spectacular in sight than in imagination. He wasn\'t grossly muscled, nor was he at first blush, strong. But a second glance and one could see the muscles running smoothly under his pale skin, like deep water currents. He was built not like a runner nor any of those other things. He was built like a seal, a greyhound, all smooth and silken and slim and incredible.

Jack groaned deep in the back of his throat as he dropped his head to taste one of the rosy dots on Chance\'s hairless chest. It rose against the flat of his tongue and the gasp Chance made went straight to Jack\'s groin.

With a groan, Jack tore away, ignoring the cry of confusion and loss that he heard behind him, blindly falling toward his bed and grabbing for his pack. He pulled it out from under the bed and quickly unzipped a pouch. No, he hadn\'t had sex in months, but it wasn\'t that he hadn\'t been prepared. With a strangled cry of triumph, he found the lubrication and a packet of condoms, then turned back to stare at where Chance was watching him in confusion and something akin to amusement. Then Chance laughed, a soft laugh and inviting, at the sight of the condom in Jack\'s hand.

Jack took those steps to the other bed and lifted the blanket, sliding under it, leaning back and setting the condom and tube on the nighstand. Then he smiled at Chance and very slowly rolled the smaller man underneath him. Delving fingers deep into that thick hair, he settled between the already parting legs and slowly let his hips press those under his. It was delight, sheer delight, the feel of the already hard erection against his own. Chance was having no fears, not yet. \"You might be a virgin, but I\'m not,\" he whispered and kissed away the sudden flash of something that he didn\'t want to recognize deep in Chance\'s eyes.

Their lips crashing together once more, Jack worked at the pajama bottoms tied to that slender waist and felt his own boxers being run down his body, hands shyly touching his ass and then moving quickly on, as if shocked at what they\'d found. Using his legs, his feet, his hands, his mouth, he worked Chance out of his bottoms and stuffed them deep at the bottom of the bed, then with a satisfied squeal of bedsprings, he let their bodies touch.

It was silk. Chance was silk. Chance gave a soft cry and suddenly Jack was held by shaking arms, could feel Chance\'s hips moving slowly underneath his as his little lover attempted to find and continue the contact. Instinct ruled Chance and Jack was forced after a moment to put a hand on those slim hips and stop his motion. \"Easy,\" he gasped, laughing breathlessly, feeling himself already almost too far gone. \"Unless this is all you want.\"

Chance stared at him, shaking his head in mute fascination as he lifted those bird like hands and smoothed them across Jack\'s sweat glistened brow.

Jack stared down, lost. How could he have gone so long without knowing this full cup he held? \"Chance,\" he muttered. \"You have to say it aloud. I can\'t read your body. Bodies lie. You have to tell me what you want. What do you want, baby?\" he held himself still, realizing that he was too far gone, but suddenly needing to care, needing to know, needing to keep from breaking this perfect gift.

\"You,\" Chance whispered. \"I want you.\"

Jack\'s groan was pure frustration but he still refused to move by a superhuman effort. \"That\'s fine. But how do you want me, Chance? Do you want me to suck you off? Do you want to rub together like this? Do you want me to just hold you? What... I.. I\'m only going to do what you want me to do.\"

He wondered if he\'d said something insane. Because Chance stared at him as if he had grown a second head. Then slowly, Chance\'s eyes filled with tears and his smile broke through. Strong arms wrapped around Jack\'s neck and drew him down so that his lips were against those kiss swollen ones. Jack sighed into that gentle kiss. He needed an answer, a boundary, before he broke through all of them.

The kiss hesitantly made its way across his cheek, tongue touching his ear, breath against his skin, Jack was afire. And then the whisper, \"I want you to make love to me, Jack,\" and his name was turned into something holy on those lips.

Jack managed a nod, how he did, he could never have said. And somehow, he managed to take it slow as well. He managed to not forget the lube, nor the preparation, nor the whispered words. A condom appeared from somewhere and ended in his hands and he got it on, though he was the one trembling now, his brow against Chance\'s chest as he tried to roll it on without losing himself in the aroma of his lover rising off of that chest, the feel of a heartbeat against his hair line.

And when he finally entered the small kiss of puckered flesh, he was slow, careful, watching those eyes for signs of discomfort that were rife there.

\"I swear.. it\'ll feel better..\" he promised, hoping to all powers that he wouldn\'t be made a liar of.

\"I know,\" Chance gritted and nodded as Jack settled in, inch by inch until he was fully seated. There, Jack remained, waiting for the sheen of pain on Chance\'s eyes to slide away, waited until Chance sighed and whispered, \"ok\", waited even then until he could be sure he\'d enough control to not begin to just pound into Chance\'s not yet willing body.

Keeping his eyes locked to those hazel eyes below him, Jack slowly drew out half way, then with a sigh, settled back into warmth, trying to find the spot that would change that look in those green and brown depths.

It took a few more times but suddenly -

\"oh!\" Chance stared at him in awe. Then as Jack aimed once again and found it again, Chance arched back and his arms tightened around Jack\'s waist. Jack sighed in relief and watching pleasure transform the uncertainty on Chance\'s face into pure, unadulterated passion, began a steady rhythm, finding that spot as often as he could, sensing how Chance\'s body relaxed around his, no longer tried to strangle his cock.

It was a flurry of sighs, moans, Chance didn\'t just move during sex. He moved. He rolled his hips, he breathed out in desire, he let his head fall back to expose his neck, he ran his hands along Jack\'s back, his legs shuddered with the strain but his calves stroked down Jack\'s ass and then clamped again around Jack\'s waist when something right happened again. He was a lover that didn\'t know to leave marks, he was soft, gentle, willing, sweet... he was intoxicating and Jack was drunk on him and unwilling to leave.

But despite his desire to extend the moment, to make things last longer for them both, time did catch up and Jack could feel Chance\'s body straining to quicken the motions. Always an obliging lover, Jack followed the signs and clutching Chance, his kisses open mouthed and gasping, he began to quicken and then to drive them, pressing both of them into the bedclothing, the pillow a mess overhead, the sheets forgotten, and neighbors as well as Chance\'s cries began to work to a crescendo then in a wail of completion, to burst in a finale.

Jack couldn\'t tell if he came at the same time, before, after Chance did. The final orgasm was a muzzy memory for him as he curled around Chance\'s slick and sated form. All he knew was that somewhere, there was a condom that someone had taken off of him and that Chance\'s lips were against his eyebrow and that words were being spoken but he couldn\'t hear them because of the pounding of his heart in his ears.

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((Oh my gosh. I had originally thought this would be another one-shot. Silly me, ne? Sheesh! I should try and make a long story. Maybe I\'ll get a one-shot out then!

Next, the parting and our last look into Chance. I won\'t say it\'ll be a short chapter because I don\'t know if I can promise short any longer.))