once upon a yesterday

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::once upon a yesterday- kiss and tell::

"Vodka, straight." Blake cleared his throat and looked over his shoulder, catching just a brief glimpse of Wesley's blonde hair, before turning back to the barkeep. "Maybe you should make that tw


Wesley gasped for breath, as he took a seat beside his partner. Damn, Blake was fast!

"If you say that it wasn't what it looked like, I'll take you out back and pound the living shit out of you." Blake thanked the bartender for his drink and took a deep swig of the potent liquid. He groaned at the intensity of the feeling, but he enjoyed the feeling it produced in his veins, head, and stomach. "You are supposed to be Amanda's boyfriend, in this scenario. Remember Amanda? Beautiful girl in possible peril."

"I know..." Wesley was at a loss for words.

"That was some dancing out there." Amanda came up behind Wesley and smiled over at Blake. She scooted up against Wesley's back and hugged him around the waist. "Just so you know..." She whispered into Wesley's ear. "...Jesse does dance with all of my boyfriends, but not like that." Amanda kissed Wes' neck on a particularly tender spot. "I guess you're just special."

Wesley shivered and his face went red with mortification. "He started dancing, and... I don't know what came over me."

Blake groaned in the back of his throat and looked away from the two teens. "Looked like Jesse almost did, from my point of view."

Wesley turned abruptly, and kicked Blake in the shin. "You fucking asshole!"

Amanda jumped back and gasped, looking between the two men. "Jesse!" She screamed, when she saw Blake stand up and grab Wesley by the collar of his shirt. "Jesse!" She shrieked, once more.

Jesse had been relatively close by, keeping a close eye on what went on between Wesley and Blake. He was shocked when he saw the beginning of a fight and even more so when his sister started crying out for him. How could he stop these two powerful creatures from beating each other into a bloody mess? Damn it! He was the cause!

"Stop!" Jesse jumped in between the men, ripping Blake's grip from Wesley's collar. He shivered with a mixture of fear and anticipation. Was Blake going to hit him, instead?"

Blake's look of anger melted away, as he peered down at the young man. "My fight isn't with you."

"I won't let you hurt Wesley." Jesse set his jaw and puffed up his chest, as if he were a bird protecting its young from a snake.

Blake gave a startled laugh and shook his head. "I would never truly hurt Wesley. He's like a... thorn in my side, actually, but I would never hurt him."

Jesse nodded and put his hand behind him, grabbing blindly for Wesley.

Wesley saw Jesse reaching for him and grasped Jesse's hand, squeezing it in a comforting fashion. He didn't know what he had gotten himself into... no, what his hormones had gotten him into... but he wanted out. The boy looked over at Amanda, who looked more than a little upset. "I'm going to go dance with your sister." Wesley whispered to Jesse. "She looks upset and I should get her out of here."

Jesse shook his head and looked at the boy, behind him. "What am I supposed to do?"

Blake grinned, to himself, and spoke up. "You can sit and talk to me." Blake took the stool that he had occupied, previously, and patted the stool next to him. "Sit."

Jesse did as he was told, as he watched his sister and Wesley walk toward the dance floor, their hands entwined.

“I understand why you did it. He’s a hot kid.” Blake grinned at the confused look he received from Jesse and shrugged, as he sipped on his drink. “Like vodka?”

Jesse nodded and accepted the glass that Blake scooted his way. He sipped on it, gingerly, and sighed. “I’m a slut. He’s here to protect the person closest to me and I try to molest him.”

“From what I saw, there was no ‘try’ about it. You were molesting him good and proper.” Blake finished off his drink and ordered another one. “He looked like he gave as good as he got, though. Who knew he had it in him?” Blake got his drink and pushed it toward Jesse, who had already finished his first one.

Jesse, without thinking, picked up the new drink and started sipping on it, thoughtfully. “You think he’s hot? I thought my dad said something about you getting married.”

Blake shrugged. “I love Violet, but I also love rowdy and depraved sex. She can’t give that to me.” Blake chuckled, when he saw the horrified look on Jesse’s face. “That’s why I spend a small amount of my time at places like this.” Blake nodded at their surrounding and smiled, quietly.

Jesse nodded. He understood.

Blake turned toward Jesse and leaned into him, slowly. “Now, I don’t know where you came from but I do know where you are, because I’ve been there…” Blake leaned in more, until his lips brushed Jesse’s. “As long as you don’t hurt him and allow him to protect your sister, I don’t have a problem with you. If you stand in the way of us doing our jobs, though…” Blake grabbed the back of Jesse’s head and attacked his mouth, in a vicious kiss. He bit Jesse’s plush bottom lip and chuckled, when the boy moaned in frustration. Blake pulled Jesse closer, until the boy had been moved onto his lap. Blake ran his hand up and down Jesse’s leather clad thigh and slipped his palm onto his rabidly growing bulge, squeezing it fondly.

Jesse squirmed and groaned, as Blake ravaged his mouth and stroked his prick. He then gasped when he felt an insistent erection pressing into his ass. “Whoa!” Jesse pulled back and shook his head. He didn’t know this guy! Why was he allowing him to fondle him?

Blake nodded and let his grip on the boy lessen. His face was flushed and his dick was throbbing almost painfully. “I think you should go, now. Tell your sister and Wes that I had to run.” Blake finished off Jesse’s last drink and shook his head. Jesse looked debauched and thoroughly appalled at his own actions. “Blame it on the alcohol and let it go, kid.”

Jesse shook his head and held the unshed tears back; they threatened to spill over and humiliate him, but he would not allow that. Jesse turned away from the man and headed for the dance floor. He was slowly losing his arousal, most likely from the shame of it all, and he no longer felt like being around people. How would he be able to share a bed with Wesley after… everything?

Jesse found Amanda and Wesley bumping and grinding, laughing at how ludicrous it all was, and having a wonderful time. “Hey, guys?” They couldn’t hear him over the music. “Mandy!”

Amanda looked away from Wesley’s eyes and over at her brother. He looked as if he had been whipped. Tears were about to spill down his cheeks and his face was flushed. “You want to go home, sweetie?”

Jesse just nodded, before his world started to swirl and everything turned black.

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Jesse woke up with a headache and sore shoulder. He remembered being at the club with Wesley and then… something happeneth Bth Blake… He couldn’t remember. It was all a blur. “Bloody hell.” Jesse grabbed the base of his neck and hissed.

“Finally awake?” Wesley ran his hand down the other boy’s back and snuggled into him, from behind. “I was worried about you.”

Jesse had gone rigid the moment the other boy touched him, but he soon loosened up and melted into the embrace. “Why did you worry? I pass out all the time.”

“You what?” Wesley pushed himself up on an elbow and looked down at the other young man. “You do that often?”

Jesse turned onto his back and smirked up at the other boy. “Sometimes.” He shrugged. “You kinda’ just have to get used to it and hope it doesn’t happen out in public.” Jesse looked over at the bedside clock and winced. It was 3:45 A.M. “Have you been waiting for me to wake up?”

Wesley smiled at the boy and leaned down, brushing his soft lips with his own. “It was relaxing, listening to you breathe so steadily.” Wesley snuggled Jesse’s neck, then nibbled around his collarbone, before lathing it with his tongue. The young man squirmed under his ministrations and that just made him want to continue on. “You want me to stop?”

Jesse growled and grabbed the back of Wesley’s head, forcing it into his neck. “Do you want me to cut off your genitals and feed them to you?”

“Was that a violent way of you saying no?” Wesley mumbled into the smooth skin of his counterpart, before feathering kisses along his neck and up to his ear.

Jesse sighed and hummed. “That feels nice.”

Wesley bit on Jesse’s earlobe and pulled like a playful puppy. He pulled back and smiled at the other boy. “Feeling relaxed?”

“Very.” Jesse turned onto his stomach and wiggled. “I’m not wearing any clothes under these blankets.”

Wesley grinned at the back of the boy’s head and grinned, happily. “Nope, not a stitch.”

Jesse ‘hmmed’, thoughtfully, and sighed. “Did you cop a feel while I was out?”

Wesley moved in close to the other boy and started spreading kisses along his shoulder blades and down his spine. He pushed the blanket down further, showing off a beautiful expanse of honey colored skin and, in his opinion, honey flavored. Wesley took the tip of his tongue and traced a pattern across Jesse’s shoulder.

Jesse groaned at the sensation and wiggled his hips, impatiently. “You’re being so sweet and pretty romantic, but… You wanna’ fuck me?”

Wesley let out a short laugh and clutched his fist at his chest. “What? Do I want to what?”

Jesse turned his head and arched an eyebrow at the other man. “Oh… kay. Do what you like, Wes. I’m going to get off, one way or another.” Jesse flipped onto his side and threw the covers off of himself, exposing his nude form. He reached down and cupped his balls, rolling them in his palm, and then he moved on to stroking his cock. He ran a hand over the head, petting the glans fondly, and then stroking root to tip. He paid special attention to the ropy vein that lead up the underside and let out a deep hiss. “Oh… fuck, Wesley!”

Wesley watched in awe, as Jesse stroked himself, but his restraint broke when he heard his name fall out of Jesse’s mouth. Wesley tossed the covers off of his legs and pounced at the other boy. They rolled around on the bed, for a moment or two, before falling into the floor. “Ow… shit!”

Jesse laughed, when he realized the predicament they were in. They had rolled onto the floor, making a major thump. Wesley seemed to have bruised his tailbone, but the boy made a soft landing for him. What if Richard walked in and saw them wrestling, him being naked and Wesley as good as naked? Jesse shrugged and dove in at the other boy, attacking him with lips and teeth. He nibbled the boy’s lip and almost immediately dipped his tongue into the sweet cavern of Wesley’s mouth. “God, I love how you taste.” He said in between long, lusty kisses.

Wesley groaned and gripped Jesse around his bare hips, pulling him down into his own body. “I love how you feel.” He groaned as he thrust up at the other boy.

“Wanna’ feel me from the inside?” Jesse purred, as he caressed Wesley’s naked torso. He ran his fingers over Wes’ nipples, stroking and pinching.

Wesley squirmed, both from the feel of Jesse’s hands and the tone of his voice. “Yes…”

“Yes, what?” Jesse leaned in and bit Wesley’s right nipple, causing the boy to hiss and cry out. “Shh…” Jesse chuckled. “These walls are thick, but they aren’t soundproof.”

Wesley nodded and bit his lip. “I want to fuck you!” He groaned.

Jesse grinned, triumphantly, and sat up, straddling Wesley’s boxer clad groin. He settled his weight across Wesley’s prick and started moving forward and back, slowly.

Wesley groaned and pushed his hips up into Jesse’s ass. One layer of clothing was between them and fucking like animals, and Wesley could hardly take the teasing.

“When did you find out you were gay?” Jesse asked, with a devilish glint in his eye. He put his arms down on each side of Wesley head and started thrusting into the warmth of Wesley’s body, with more fervor. “Tell me or I’ll stop.”

Wesley groaned, as he tried to think of a good answer. I always knew? I didn’t know? I’m not gay! What could he say? He had always been attracted to certain people, not men or women specifically. Would that answer go over well? Maybe he could joke his way out. “I knew the moment you stuck your tongue in my mouth.”

“Liar.” Jesse stopped thrusting and bit Wesley’s throat, until the boy arched his back in pain, not pleasure. “That was punishment for lying. Don’t do it again.”

Wesley nodded and thrust his hips up, trying to regain contact with Jesse. “God damn it, Jess!” Wesley all but shouted.

“Shh…” Jesse hissed, before diving back in and kissing Wesley once again, if only to silence him.

Just then there was a knock on the door. “Boys, stop that playing and go to sleep!” Mr. Butler sounded as if he had been jolted from a deep and relaxing sleep, which meant he was in a piss poor mood. “Do I have to come in there and break something up?”

Jesse almost burst out laughing, but restrained himself. “No, Richard! Sorry for waking you. Wesley and I were just… fooling around.”

Wesley swatted at the other boy, knocking him off balance and forcing him to fall to the carpet in a fit of laughter. “You’re so weird.” Wesley muttered, before crawling back up to the bed.

“Go to sleep, Jess! Mr. Butler said once more, for good measure. “Remember that we have church in the morning.” The sound of footsteps died away and then the room was silent.

Wesley looked down at the naked boy, in the middle of the floor, and shook his head. It had to be a sin to be that attractive. “Aren’t you coming to bed?”

Jesse stared at the ceiling and shrugged. “Maybe I should sleep down here.” He looked up at his roommate and sighed. “We do have church tomorrow.”

Wesley rolled onto his back and sighed. “Okay… Come on to bed, and I promise not to make any more advances on you tonight.”

Jesse crawled up onto his hands and knees, and pulled himself up on the bed. He pulled the covers over himself, and tossed and turned, until he was comfortable.

Wesley snuggled into Jesse’s back and groaned, quietly. He was pretty sure he had a case of blue balls. ‘Oh, I won’t advance tonight, sweetie, but nobody said anything about tomorrow morning.’ With that thought, and his balls aching as they were, Wesley drifted off into a restless sleep.

TBC… maybe