Title: When You Least Expect (5/?) Author: Shanyn Disclaimers: I don't own Adam, Jay, or Rico. None of this ever happened except in my wildest dreams. Okay, here it is... the scene you've all been waiting for since you read the words 'nude oil wrestling' together with the names Adam and Jay. LOL Hope you enjoy... ~~~When You Least Expect~~~ Rico's large living room had undergone a transformation since we had last passed through on our way upstairs. Overstuffed sofas, chairs, and what seemed like hundreds of pillows lined the floor in a rough circle around the mats set up in the center of the room for us. The big screen television in the corner was playing a porn movie, showing a scene involving a woman and two men, whose company she appeared to be enjoying immensely. A stereo I couldn't see blasted some sensual, throbbing music throughout the house. Rico's "private party" was large by my standards, probably close to a hundred people- mostly men but with a few women scattered around- all lounging around the mats in varying states of undress. The room was thick with the smell of incense, weed, and the musky smell of sex. This party was obviously already in full swing. Jay and I looked at each other in relief; the people were so involved in each other that they probably wouldn't be paying much attention to us. Our relief was short lived when Rico, spotting us in the doorway, cut the music and made a big production of our entrance. Jay and I made our way nervously to the center of the room amid catcalls and wolf whistles. I'd never been so nervous in my life, but I tried to take my cue from Jay, seeing he had on what I had come to call his game face. His patented smirk spoke of arrogance and never let on for a moment if he was performing for an audience of hundreds of screaming fans or ten bored people in a barn. His chest was thrust out and he swung his arms in time with his cocky strut. Heh- cocky. I started to grin as I realized what I was thinking and my nervousness faded along with the faces and voices of our audience. There was only one person I was performing for tonight. Our match started slowly, in part due to the fact that Jay and I had trained to wrestle in a ring- with clothes on- and this was mat wrestling only. But it was also because we had no idea what to do for a 'first come' match. Well, strictly speaking we had plenty of ideas what to do, but we were still nervous and reluctant, despite our make-out session upstairs. Finally though, we were able to relax- although I'm sure the clouds of marijuana and what I thought was opium smoke played a big part in that. Soon we were both sweaty and hard and thoroughly enjoying ourselves. I pulled Jay to my chest as if I was going to deliver a belly-to-belly suplex, but I leaned down to kiss him instead, while I rubbed our hard cocks together. He squirmed out of my grip with a grin and catching me off balance managed to knock me off my feet. I laid there sprawled on my back, and he wasted no time pinning me down by straddling my chest backwards. He leaned over, dropping his head between my sprawled legs, kissing and nuzzling my inner thighs then working his way up and sucking my balls into his mouth. I moaned and lost myself in the sensations for a moment, and as my body began to relax so did his as he focused on what he was doing to me. His hand reached down and began massaging the sweet spot between my balls and my ass. I gasped in pleasure and started to reach for my cock to stroke myself off before I remembered that I wasn't supposed to be helping him win. His ass was hovering inches in front of my face as he worked on me, and I surprised him by giving it a hard slap before I shoved him away from me. He lost his balance and tumbled toward my feet, and turned back to look at me, where I still laid panting and trying to regain some semblance of control over my body. "Are you ready to give up?" he smirked, climbing to his feet. "Never!" I said, giving him a wild grin and crawling to my knees. He grinned back at me and watched as I pulled myself slowly to my feet, my legs feeling like two wet noodles. I waited for a moment to catch him off guard, letting him think I was still trying to clear my head, then I lowered my shoulder and charged into him, knocking him backwards onto the mat. His breath exploded from his body and a moment later I was straddling his chest kissing him ferociously while pinning his hands above his head with one hand and reaching back to stroke his cock with my other hand. He struggled for a moment, then relaxed, moaning his approval into my mouth. I made the mistake of loosening my grip and he quickly rolled me over and slipped away. He pulled me to my knees and moved behind me so that my back rested against his chest and his cock nestled between the cheeks of my ass. His one arm was wrapped around my waist to hold me in place and the other arm slipped around me to jerk me off. I moaned and ground my ass into his erection, and he moaned back. I kept grinding my hips into him while I reached back with my hands and began massaging his nipples. He groaned again before pulling away, realizing that I had more of the advantage in this position. We both staggered to our feet and faced off, circling each other like predators, looking to catch the other off guard. Jay backed away for a moment, and I took a chance to sneak a peak at our crowd- particularly Rico- to see how they were enjoying our show. At some point Rico had stopped watching us and had turned his attention to a man I hadn't seen earlier with long raven-colored hair, dark smoldering eyes, and a full, sensuous mouth. I gawked- I had never seen such sulky beauty before. Jay took advantage of my distracted state and used a take-down maneuver to bring me down on the mat and pin me there on my back. I could have slipped away easily, being covered in sweat and oil, but before I could gather my senses and move a muscle, he was kneeling between my legs and expertly taking my cock all the way down his throat. I cried out in pleasure and all thoughts of the match- even the whole world- disappeared as he began sucking and bobbing his head on my length. I couldn't think of anything but the delicious wet heat of his mouth surrounding my cock, and I moaned, trying to push myself further into the ecstasy that was his mouth. I closed my eyes and watched as colored spots danced in front of them. My orgasm hovered just out of reach, and my arms reached out as if it were some sort of tangible thing that I could literally pull to me. My hips rocked faster into Jay's face, and just as I felt the familiar tightening inside, Jay pulled his mouth away and I felt his fingers pinch the base of my cock. I begged, I pleaded, I threatened bodily harm. Jay smirked up at me, his breath hot on my cock, only letting go of his grip when he was sure I wouldn't come yet. "I've never seen you so anxious to loose a match before." My whole body trembled. “God, Jay please, I need you so bad,” my voice cracked and I could feel tears in my eyes, but I didn’t care. All I could think about was him, and how much I wanted him. The smirk faded from his face and he met my eyes, offering a smile- a genuine smile. He lifted my shaky legs around his neck and lowered his head to my ass. I cried out in pleasure when I felt his hot tongue penetrate my entrance and my body jackknifed off the floor. I reached for my cock only to find his hand had beaten it there. I barely recognized my own voice as I panted and whimpered while he stroked me and made his tongue do things to my body I had never even considered before. My explosion was fast and furious- catching me by surprise and spraying my body with my own seed. Somewhere, what seemed a long way off, I heard a voice pronounce Jay the winner. Jay’s tongue continued to work in and out of me, stretching my entrance. My body was wracked with pleasure; every nerve was on fire but my entire body shivered under his ministrations. I called his name until my throat was raw, pleading with him to stop, pleading with him to never stop, begging him to make me his. His tongue withdrew and I groaned at the emptiness it left behind. "Come on." I felt his hands under my arms pulling me to my feet. I stood up and promptly fell back down, my legs were shaky, and my knees were weak. He pulled me back up and I leaned against him as he led me somewhere- I was so delirious with pleasure, I would have followed him off a bridge if it meant he would touch me along the way. We made it to the stairs and I stumbled halfway up, falling and pulling Jay down on top of me. My cock was hard again already. Jay rubbed our erections together and my body shuddered as I gave an involuntary moan. I rolled him over and before he could realize what was happening I had his cock in my mouth. "Adam," he groaned, rocking his hips into my face. “Oh, fuck...” he whispered softly and I looked up to see that his head was tossed back and he was biting a mouthful of his hair in pleasure. I moaned back at him, loving the sound of his breath catching in his throat and the mewling noises he made as the vibrations nearly sent him over. He pushed my face away and dragged me up to his eye level. "I thought you wanted me to fuck you?" he murmured letting his tongue dart out to lick my lips. “Bastard,” I muttered half-heartedly. He rolled us over and pulled me back up. We stumbled up the rest of the steps and into our room, falling into a pile on the bed. He landed on top of me, capturing my lips in another passionate kiss. My head spun and I squirmed as he began grinding his hips into me, rubbing our erections together. I moaned into his mouth and wrapped my legs around his waist. I pulled my mouth away from his, breathless and panting. “Please,” I whimpered. He slipped a hand between us and I cried out as I felt a finger penetrate my entrance. He hesitated, afraid he had hurt me. I grabbed his hand and pushed the finger in further. "Don’t stop..." I begged him. He began working the finger in and out and I moaned, bringing my hips up to meet it. I reached down to stroke my cock but his other hand slapped it away. He slid down my body and took my cock into his mouth, teasing and sucking the head. Another finger slipped into me, and my head swam with pleasure. I bit my lip hard with the pleasure and blood trickled into my mouth. Jay looked up and pulled his mouth from me, crawling up the bed and sucking the lip and the trickling blood into his mouth. He added another finger to my tunnel and brushed them against my prostate. My body arched off the bed and I pulled my face away from his, unable to stand much more. "Now, Jay," I panted. "I need you now!" He reached down and kissed me one more time before unwrapping my legs from his waist and placing them on his shoulders. I cried out as I felt his head penetrate my entrance for the first time, and he paused at the sound, fearful that he was causing me too much pain. I clawed his back, trying desperately to pull him into me further. "More..." Jay continued sliding into me torturously slow, not letting me rush the pace. I moaned when I finally felt him fully sheathed inside me, filling me up so completely. He laid there for a moment; panting heavily and letting me adjust to his size. I could see the lust in his eyes and his desire to take me warring with his need to make sure he didn't hurt me. I moaned again, bringing my hips up to meet his, letting him know that I was ready for him. He kissed me and pulled out halfway before rocking back into me slowly. "You're so tight," he groaned softly, reaching down to stroke my hair and kiss my forehead before pulling slowly out again. It was the most agonizing pleasure I had ever felt, an exquisite torture that I never wanted to end. After what seemed like an eternity, yet somehow didn't seem long enough, the pleasure became too intense, and my head swum as Jay's pace picked up. His hips worked furiously and I began snapping my hips forward to meet him, impaling myself on his cock. "Adam, oh god, Adam! Oh, god," his eyes were closed, and he clenched the sheets beside me tightly as he called my name over and over with each stroke. I laid there in silent, delirious pleasure. I loved the sound of my name on my best friend's lips. He opened his eyes to meet mine, then angled his hips to jab at my prostate with each downstroke. I moaned loudly. My release was so close now I could almost taste it. My fingers dug into Jay's back and I lifted my hips, slamming them into his and moaning again at the sweet sound of our flesh meeting loudly. His hips began moving in a faster, jerky rhythm. I reached down between us and began timidly stroking myself; I wanted off so badly, but at the same time I didn't want this incredible thing between us to ever end. Jay knocked my hand out of the way and grabbed my cock, jerking me off frantically. I arched back and let out a long wail as my orgasm tore through my body. Jay covered my lips with his, moaning into my mouth as his body tensed and his seed spilled into me. Jay collapsed next to me, and we laid there for some time, panting and letting our bodies recover. He stroked my hair and kissed my face as I laid my head on his shoulder. I didn't want to move, but eventually Jay got up and pulled me to my feet with him. He dragged me into the shower with him. We spent the next half-hour touching and kissing while soaping each other up and washing each other off. We finished and went back into the bedroom, collapsing on the bed in exhaustion, choosing to lie on top of the covers rather than bother changing the messy sheets. Despite the noise of the party still going on below, we both fell quickly to sleep. I woke up to find that I was alone in the large bed. It suddenly felt strange not to have Jay there with me after what we had shared the night before, but I tried to push aside the sudden uneasiness at his absence. For the first time since I had met Jay, I had never been more certain of my feelings about him, but I had also never been more unclear about his feelings toward me. The truth was that we had both been floating pretty high from the drugs in the air at the party, and we had done something that neither of us probably would have considered allowing ourselves to do otherwise. I rolled out of bed to look for Jay, half-hoping I wouldn't find him. I didn't know if I could handle it if he hated me or regretted what had been the most incredible thing I had ever experienced. . . . I stepped into the sunny breakfast room. Jay sat at a table pushed into a small nook of bay windows, his head was down, and his face was buried in a newspaper. The sun shone over his shoulder and caught in his hair, making it sparkle a brilliant red-gold. I could only see the top of his forehead over the paper. There was a serving tray nearby, loaded with breakfast foods. Jay's plate was already half-empty. I shifted uncomfortably in front of the table. Jay's body tensed, so I knew he heard me, but he didn't look up. Fantastic. He was upset about what had happened. "Where's Rico?" I asked finally, not able to think of any other way to break the silence. "Upstairs." He didn't look up. "Oh." I stood there staring blankly for a moment, trying to think of something else to say. "He eat already?" "Dunno." Jay muttered. He turned a page. I cussed myself out silently for letting myself get carried away last night. I had tried to delude myself into thinking that Jay could really be attracted to me when I had known in my heart that he had only done it in the heat of the moment- the drugs had probably helped a lot, too. Now I had potentially screwed up my friendship with Jay, the one person who meant more to me than everyone but my own mother. I wanted to kick myself. Jay cleared his throat uncomfortably, and shifted in his seat without looking up. I realized I had been standing there staring at him in silence for a few minutes. "Think I'll go for a run before I eat," I told him. He grunted in response, and I sighed. I supposed that was the best I was going to get from him. I turned and fled with what little dignity I felt I had left. ~~To Be Continued~~ Chapter 6 Title: When You Least Expect (6/?) Author: Shanyn Disclaimers: I don't own Adam, Jay, or Rico. None of this ever happened except in my wildest dreams. This isn't exactly what I planned, but the muses were insistent... I hope ya'll like it *bites fingernails nervously* ~~~When You Least Expect~~~ I found a nice secluded little clearing in the middle of Rico's extensive wooded property. A small creek moved sluggishly through it, and the trunk of a fallen tree lay nearby, making the perfect seat. I sat down and stared at the algae covered water, trying not to cry and failing miserably. I didn't realize how long I had been gone until Rico came looking for me hours later. He crossed the clearing in a few long strides and came to a stop next to me. My eyes must have been red and bloodshot, but he didn't mention it. "I had a feeling you had found this place. I come here a lot when I need to think things over," he told me in forced cheerful tone. I tried using Jay's cold shoulder tactic on Rico, hoping he wouldn't hang around. He either didn't take the hint or didn't care. He stood hovering over me, staring down at me quietly. I sulked in the silence for a few moments before I finally gave up. "What do you want?" I snapped. "Jay was worried about you." I snorted- I highly doubted that. "He asked me to come look for you." I looked up in surprise. Why would he do that? I thought he had made it pretty clear this morning that he didn't want anything to do with me. My surprise and confusion must have shown on my face. "I think he's scared that you might be mad at him." "He's worried that I'm mad at him? That's rich! He's the one who blew me off." "Wanna talk about it?" "No." He sat down on the log next to me and we sat in silence for a few minutes, staring at the stagnant water and lost in our own thoughts. Finally he gave a small sigh. "Are you mad at him?" I glared at Rico indignantly- like it was any of his business. He didn't say anything else, just kept studying my face intently. I relented. "I'm more mad at myself than him," I confessed. When Rico just raised a curious eyebrow at me, I continued, feeling secretly relieved to have someone to get this off my chest with. "Jay's straight- in fact he was supposed to be marrying this girl back in Toronto, but they had a pretty messy break-up a while back. I know he hasn't been with anyone since her. So besides all the drugs in the air last night, he was already confused and probably pretty horny since he hasn't been laid in so long. And I just took advantage of the situation for my own selfish desires..." "It didn't look like you were taking advantage of him to me. In fact from where I sat, it looked like he was the one pretty firmly in control last night." He gave me a mocking leer and I flushed, but laughed despite myself. He was right- Jay had owned me last night, from the moment he had first kissed me in the bathroom. "And I've got news for you, Adam," Rico continued, shaking me from my thoughts. "Your Jay is about as straight as Folsom Street in San Francisco, which is to say, he's not. I watched your match last night and I can tell you this for sure- he's had experience with other men. And plenty of it. You were the innocent one last night, not him." I thought back to the way Jay had touched me in our match, and his confidence and skill when he made love to me. I realized Rico must be right, but I was hell-bent on blaming myself. We lapsed into silence; each of us lost in our own thoughts again. After a few moments I felt his hand on my arm and I tensed, afraid he was going to start hitting on me again, but he just gave it a companionable squeeze instead. I looked up, meeting his eyes. "You really love him, don't you?" he asked softly. I nodded, looking back down. "I think I've been in love with him my whole life," I admitted. It was his turn to nod. "I could tell from the first time I saw you two after that indy show you had Tuesday. Something in the way you looked at him, and the way he looked at you. I think he loves you too, Adam. I think he's just a little overwhelmed to realize it. It's funny, you two were in love with each other, you both just needed a little extra push to see it. I think that's part of what drew me to you two, why I flirted with you so much... why I gave you my card..." he gave me a sly look over his shoulder before continuing, "... why I sabotaged your car..." My head snapped up. "You what?!" He gave me a shit-eating grin that could have rivaled one of Jay's. "It was the only way I could think of to get you two here where I could work on getting you together." I was torn somewhere between outrage and vague amusement. Seeing the incredulous look on my face, Rico shrugged. "Hey, it worked, didn't it? And anyway, your car's already been fixed and is sitting in my garage as we speak." "The guy at the auto shop said it needed a complete engine overhaul!" I protested. Rico smirked at me again. "He's an old friend of mine, a real sweetheart. He'd do- or say- anything I asked him to. It wasn't anywhere near that bad- only took him an hour to fix it." Rico slapped my leg and stood up, dragging me to my feet with him. "Come on; let's get you back to the house before Jay panics and calls in a Search and Rescue Squad for you." . . . Jay looked relieved to see me when I returned to the house with Rico, but he didn't say anything when I offered him a timid smile and a "Hey". I sighed in frustration and stormed upstairs to the room we had shared to pack my bag. That took all of three minutes and I stomped back down the stairs to see Jay standing in the same spot with a worried look on his face while Rico talked to him intently. Jay turned to me when I got to the foot of the stairs, but I brushed right by him, stopping only when I got to the doorway. He opened his mouth to say something. I cut him off. "Are you going to stay? Because I plan on leaving now." Jay nodded slowly and walked upstairs to pack. Rico disappeared into his office and I sat on my duffel in a funk until they came back. Rico handed me an envelope. "Your pay. You guys were great- we all pooled together to give you a little extra." He paused for a minute and looked at us both. "You two really do make a beautiful couple." Jay blushed and walked past me out the door. I tucked the envelope in my pocket without looking at it and turned to follow him, but Rico grabbed my arm. I looked back. "He loves you, Adam. Don't let him walk away from you just because he's scared." I pulled away and walked out. . . . Jay drove first, and we sat in an uncomfortable silence as the miles passed by. For something to do, I pulled out the envelope Rico had given me and began to count the money. I paused midway through in shock. It was a thick wad of bills, but at first I had assumed that people had contributed a lot of singles to Rico's pool. I finished counting, then recounted it, staring at the money in open surprise. Jay turned his head to watch me curiously as I motioned for him to pull over. "What is it?" he asked as he did so. "He stiff us?" It wasn't much, but it was the first complete sentence he had spoken to me all day. Wordlessly I handed the wad of money to him and watched as he counted. He looked at me in shock. "Adam, there's over five thousand dollars here." he whispered. "I know," I whispered back. There had been well over five thousand dollars. "Is it real?" he asked. "I don't know!" I hissed. "American money looks so funny anyway." We talked it over in hushed voices and decided to find out the hard way. Instead of sleeping in the car like we'd originally planned, we decided to find a place to stay for the night. If they took our money, we'd know it was good, if we got carted off to prison for counterfeiting, then we'd know it wasn't real. We took turns driving, determined to get a little closer to home before we started looking for a place to stop. Since he had broken his silence earlier, Jay was speaking to me again and we joked around keeping each other awake through the long drive. Still, things felt awkward and it wasn't the comfortable camaraderie we'd shared before, and Jay grew quieter the closer we got to finding a place to stay. The last hour passed in dead silence again. Finally we pulled up to a cheap motel off the interstate in one of the Carolinas and roused the clerk from his nap in the back to ask for a room. "Single or double?" he asked in a sleepy, bored voice. "Double." Jay said, firmly. That cut deep. In all the time that we had traveled together, we had never shared a double room. On those rare occasions when we were able to afford a motel at all, we'd always taken single rooms to save money. Jay flushed slightly, feeling my gawking stare, but he wouldn't look at me. When we got up to our room, I briefly contemplated running for the bathroom and locking myself in for the rest of the night, but dismissed the idea as too dramatic. I settled for flopping on the farther of the two beds and clicking aimlessly through the late night cable TV offerings instead. Jay watched me silently for a minute before quietly dressing for bed. I watched him from the corner of my eye as he sat down on the corner of his own bed and stared at me flipping past an array of infomercials. I paused at a likely looking black and white movie, but after a few minutes of pretending interest in it, I couldn't take the tension anymore. I braced myself and stood up, walking over to Jay's bed and sitting down next to him. Might as well bite the bullet, I thought. "Jay?" He looked over nervously, as if he knew what was coming. I took a deep breath. "I think we need to talk about... about what happened last night." "What do you want to talk about?" he asked me in a hoarse whisper. "I just wanted you to know that-" I paused, my brain racing to put my feelings into words. What exactly did I want him to know? "I just want you to know that last night was the most incredible thing that's ever happened to me," I continued. He looked up a me sharply, an unreadable look on his face. "Look, I'm sorry if you regret what happened between us... but I wouldn't change it for the world. I just don't want this to ruin our friendship... you mean everything to me." I looked into his eyes as I spoke, trying to get some indication of what he was thinking or feeling, but his face remained as unreadable as stone. "I love you, Jay." I whispered. He looked down, covering his face with his hands, his elbows resting on his knees. I sighed and stood up, had that been a rejection? I wasn't sure what to think. I crawled into my own bed and reached for the light next to it, turning it off and leaving the room still fairly brightly lit by the street lamps outside the windows. "I love you, Jason," I told him again softly. He didn't answer and didn't move. I turned on my side, my back to him, and closed my eyes. I wouldn't cry, no matter how much I wanted to. I'm waiting tonight for you to tell me Do you still love me and will you remain My heart is breaking with each passing hour Please don't let me love you in vain I used to think your love would always save me And that you'd always stay right by my side But I can see a change coming over you And the tears I cried just can't hide no I'm waiting tonight for you to tell me Do you still love me and will you remain My heart is breaking with each passing hour Please don't let me love you in vain I can't pretend that love is just a pastime And that you never meant to be with me So please don't leave me all alone So run it by your memory I'm waiting tonight for you to tell me Do you still love me and will you remain My heart is breaking with each passing hour Please don't let me love you in vain So please don't let me love you in vain I laid there for what seemed like an eternity in quiet misery. I heard Jay's bed creak and I assumed he was going to bed too, when I felt my sheets being pulled aside and his warm body crawling into the bed with me. He pressed his chest into my back, wrapping an arm around my waist. He buried his face in my hair. "I don't want to lose you," he whispered. I rolled over and kissed him timidly, not sure if I was doing the right thing by pushing the issue, since he obviously still wasn't ready to deal with his feelings. To my surprise, he not only returned the kiss but deepened it. We kissed fervently, Jay pulling me tightly to him and making little whimpers in the back of his throat. When I finally pulled away to catch my breath, I saw tears in his eyes. Before I could ask him what was wrong, he pulled me into another breathtaking kiss, and his hands slid under my t-shirt, rubbing and caressing my back. I murmured into his mouth, letting my own hands explore underneath the front of his shirt, toying with his nipples until he pulled away, gasping in pleasure. He hooked his thumbs under my shirt and pulled it over my head, tossing it onto the floor without a second glance and rolled me onto my back. His lips trailed down to find the sensitive skin on my neck, kissing and sucking as he straddled my waist. I could feel his erection digging into my hip, and I bucked up at him, letting him feel my own arousal grind into him. I wanted to tell him to stop, wanted to tell him that we needed to talk it out first, but my body was betraying me. I mustered all the self-control I had left and pushed Jay gently away. His mouth dropped open and he looked at me curiously. "I can't do this, not until I know what was going on with you today." He looked at me with a mixture of confusion and worry. I knew he was afraid I was rejecting him, and I tried to ease his fears. "I love you and I want to be with you more than anything, but we really need to talk about this..." He closed his mouth abruptly and stared at me in surprise. "You can't be serious? You want to stop and talk now?" I winced a little at his tone, but held my ground. "Yes, I'm serious. You've treated me like shit all day today and I think I deserve to know why." "This can't possibly wait for, oh say another twenty or thirty minutes?" "Look, I'm sorry Jay. But you really hurt me today. I don't want to do this unless I know you're not going to put me through the same shit again tomorrow morning." His voice got louder. "Shit, Adam- I can't believe you! You've got the worst timing of anyone I've ever met, you know that?" I pulled away a little and clutched at the sheets self-consciously. "If it's any consolation to you, you won't be the only with a case of blue balls tonight." He snorted and got up from the bed, stalking to the bathroom and slamming the door behind him without saying another word. I curled onto my side again, listening as he turned the shower on. This time I did cry. ~~End Part 6~~ Chapter 7 Title: When You Least Expect (7/8) Author: Shanyn Disclaimers: I don't own Adam, Jay, or Rico. None of this ever happened except in my wildest dreams. Whew, I finally finished Part 7! Thanks to Nova and Michelle(Standing on ff.net) for your encouraging words and betaing and all the others who read the first part of this and not so politely threatened to kick my ass if I didn't finish it. *g ~~When You Least Expect~~ Jay was already awake when I finally got up the next morning, or afternoon, rather. "I didn't want to wake you up, so I just paid the clerk for another night." Jay informed me. "And I went and got us some breakfast." I took a page out of his book and accepted the cold Egg McMuffin, hash brown and warm orange juice without a word. He watched me from his bed as I scarfed the food silently and ignored him. I finished eating and stood up, heading for the bathroom. He stood up too, and cleared his throat nervously. "Uh, Adam?" I hesitated. All things considered, I would rather have ignored him, but even when we were kids I had never been able to stand fighting with Jay. I turned and gave him a questioning look. "Look," he began, hands fidgeting nervously with a string hanging from his shirt. "I'm sorry about last night. I shouldn't have yelled at you like that..." He trailed off, and I waited for him to continue, but he just looked up at me with wide blue eyes and an almost comically hangdog look on his face. I could feel my heart softening for him, and I fought to keep my irritation in place. "And?" I prompted him. He looked confused. "What about the way you've been treating me?" "Oh, yeah," he relaxed and gave me a breezy smile. "I'm sorry about that, too." "You're 'sorry about that, too'?" I repeated, mocking his light tone. "That's it? That's all you've got to say?" "Well what else do you want me to say, Adam?" he asked in an edgy voice. He swallowed and took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down, and continued in a softer voice. "I am sorry, Adam. Really." I wasn't ready to let him off the hook that easily. I wanted flowers, I wanted candy, I wanted shameless begging and copious amounts of tears. Hell, screw that, I would have settled for a kiss and an explanation. I got a blank look instead. I turned away and stormed into the bathroom. He followed me like a lost puppy dog, and I barely restrained myself from slamming the door in his face. He stopped in the doorway and watched me as I yanked a comb through the tangles in my hair, pretending my eyes were tearing up from the self-inflicted pain, and not anything he could cause. "You're so beautiful," he whispered. I stopped with the comb halfway through my hair and stared at him in surprise. He looked back at me, just as surprised as I was- I don't think he'd meant to say it out loud. I blushed, turning my attention back to the mirror and began combing my hair more gently. I stared at my reflection and scowled, not seeing anything remotely beautiful looking back at me. He left the doorway and joined me in front of the mirror, knowing what I was thinking. He'd known me too long, knew my self-doubt, my insecurities. "You are..." he reassured me. He touched my hair gently and kissed my arm, which had frozen again with the comb halfway through my hair. "... beautiful." "Jay- " I whispered. He pulled the comb from my nerveless fingers and set it down, pulling me into his arms and into a deep kiss. I wanted to push him away, but wanted to feel his touch even more. I had never known anyone who could confuse me so effortlessly. "Jay, please- " An involuntary murmur of pleasure escaped my lips as his hands slid down the small of my back and caressed my ass through the thin fabric of my worn old sweats. His tongue pressed against my lips and I opened them, letting it slide in and explore my mouth. My knees buckled and he caught me, strong hands guiding me backward against the sink and setting me on the counter. He pushed my knees apart and I wrapped my legs around his hips while my brain protested, unheeded. He tipped my head back, exposing the sensitive flesh of my neck to his soft, inquisitive mouth, and I tangled my fingers in his hair, writhing as he sucked and nipped at the sweet spot just above my collarbone. "Jason, don't, please..." His mouth trailed down to my nipples, sucking each one in turn into his hot mouth. My breath hitched as his tongue slid down my chest and made a wet circle around my belly button before plunging in. He played with my belly button for a minute while his hands squeezed my inner thighs, working their way higher, then his tongue snaked down to the waistband of my pants. "Oh god, Jay- don't, stop..." I moaned as he looked up at me with hazy eyes. Had I told him to stop, or don't stop? I wasn't sure. He smiled and slowly lowered his head between my legs, pausing for a minute to see if I would object again. I didn't. He nuzzled my cock and mouthed it through the layers of material, and I moaned at the sensation the gentle suction produced, rocking my hips into his mouth. He pulled away and moved back up, capturing my lips in another kiss. I moaned and rubbed my erection against his leg. "More?" he asked between kisses. "Yes- " I breathed. "Still want me to stop?" he murmured. "No, don't stop- " I panted. He pulled away from me completely and smiled at the confused look on my face. "Maybe we should talk first." I flushed as I realized that he'd been setting me up for that all along. He chuckled softly and I lunged at him, intending to drive my shoulder into his stomach and knock his cocky ass onto the floor, but he was ready for that. We locked up into a tangle of arms and legs and ended up rolling around on the small bathroom floor. I banged my head on the sink cabinet and found myself on my back with Jay on top of me, pinning my hands at my sides. My eyes teared from the crack to my skull. "Fuck you, Jay!" I spat, as I blinked the tears away. "Aw, c'mon, Adam! I didn't mean it- " I pushed him off me and got to my feet, heading for the door. He grabbed my arm and spun me around. "It was a joke!" he protested. "It wasn't funny!" I shot back, trying unsuccessfully to pull away from him. "Don't be mad- " "I'm not mad-- I fucking hate you!" I screamed. He flinched and let go of my arm. Instead of leaving, I rounded on him, still screaming. "Everything's a fucking joke to you, isn't it? It's all a great big game, right? Screw with Adam's mind- pretend you want him, then dump him cold. Then do it all over again and see if the big dummy's stupid enough to fall for it again." "That night wasn't a joke; I wasn't pretending." he said, tears of frustration starting to form in his eyes. "And I do want you..." "Then why are you doing this to me? Why are you treating me like this?" "Maybe I'm scared, okay?" he yelled back, dragging a hand through his own tangled hair and pulling it away from his face. A few tears started to fall down his face. I looked at him in shock and lowered my voice. "Scared? Of what?" "Of this!- of you- of us!" I stared at him in silent incomprehension. "I am so in love with you, and it fucking terrifies me! I have never felt like this about anyone before- I love you so much, it makes me ache inside just to think about it. I don't know what to do, Adam. Sometimes I feel like I just can't handle it..." I wanted to say something, to reach out, comfort him, reassure him, but I just stood there grinning stupidly. Jay gave me a strange look, and I couldn't blame him. I must have looked like an idiot standing there gawking at him with a big, cheesy-ass grin plastered on my face, but I couldn't help it. "Y-you- love me?" I asked softly, half-afraid I'd imagined the words. Jay blinked at me, then grinned a little and gave a snort. "You're such a dork," he said, wiping furiously at his tears. He pulled me into his arms and pulled my face down to meet his lips in a soft kiss. "I love you, Adam," he said. He kissed me again. "I love you so much." Another kiss. "And I'm sorry for the way I've been acting- I swear I am." A longer kiss. "I was just so afraid of losing you- of you not wanting me- that I guess I was just trying to push you away before you could hurt me-" I pulled him to me for a deeper kiss, cutting off his last words. I didn't want to hear anything else, didn't need to hear anymore explanations. I just wanted him. I pushed my tongue into his mouth, tasting and exploring him, meeting his tongue and tangling with it briefly. " -Bedroom!" I gasped, pulling away for a second. He grinned. "I've got a better idea," he said, pushing me toward the shower. I stumbled along backwards until my back hit a wall and gasped as I was suddenly spun around. My bare chest was pressed against the cold wall, and I found myself pinned against it by Jay's body while his hot tongue licked across my back. His hand snaked around me and slipped below my waistband, grasping my hardening cock and stroking it slowly. I squirmed and thrust my ass shamelessly back against his crotch, and felt him begin to stiffen again in response. He pushed my boxers and sweats lower onto my hips, exposing my ass and licked a trail down my spine to the small of my back. I groaned when he paused and pulled his hand away. I spread my legs a little, begging him to continue. "Jay, stop teasing me," I panted, looking at him over my shoulder and trying to sound demanding, but sounding desperate instead. "What do you want me to do, baby?" he asked coyly. "I want you to suck me, then I want you to fuck me!" My face flamed as my brain caught up to what my mouth had said. Jay grinned again. "You got it, baby," he said, pulling my pants and boxers off in one swift movement and spinning me around to face him again. He started to drop to his knees, but I grabbed him under his arm, stopping him. He looked at me curiously. I tugged his shirt off impatiently, wanting to feel his bare skin against mine, and Jay grinned as I flung the offending material across the room. "Off," I growled, giving a significant look down at the worn old jeans which were hugging the curve of his ass so tightly that I thought I might go insane. His grin widened, and he turned around, lowering the jeans down his hips in a slow strip-tease. I licked my lips as I was presented with an unparalleled view of his beautiful ass, the realization that he hadn't been wearing any underwear making me even hotter. I clenched my fists, resisting the urge to stroke myself as the rough material inched down his long, creamy legs. He stepped out of the jeans and kicked them to the side, turning back around pulling me to him again. I moaned as our bodies rubbed together, loving the feel f his smooth, silky skin against mine. We rocked our hips together, mimicking the act that we both wanted so badly. Our mouths locked together, wide and hungry in a frenzy to touch and taste. My blood was pounding in my ears and I started to grow lightheaded, realizing as the room spun around me that I had forgotten to breathe. I broke away, gasping loudly, and Jay pushed me back against the wall, pinning me there with one hand while he reached over with the other hand and turned the shower taps on. I squirmed in his grip while he fiddled with the taps, until he finally decided the water temperature was just right. He pulled me from the wall to the shower, helping me over the side of the tub, his job made more difficult by the fact that I couldn't seem to remember how to walk on my own. He pushed me into the spray and slipped in with me, yanking my face down into another kiss. The hot spray pounded down my head and back, and the water dripped between our faces. His tongue shoved roughly into my mouth, and I found that I only seemed capable of making small murmurs of pleasure in the back of my throat as his tongue violated my mouth. I sagged against Jay's body, letting him support most of my weight since I was too far gone to do anything but moan my approval at the way he touched me. Jay pulled away for a moment, his face a mixture of amusement and concern. "Are you okay?" he asked. I nodded mutely, unable to make my mouth function as anything more than a receptacle for his hot kisses. His eyes raked over my body, and I shivered at the promise in them as he licked his lips. He pushed me back against the shower wall, and dropped gracefully to his knees in front of me, water cascading over his shoulders and back. I moaned in anticipation as I felt his breath hot on my cock. Our eyes met as he took the tip slowly into his mouth, sucking gently and swirling his tongue around the swollen head. He pinned me against the wall with one arm, and my eyes rolled back into my head as I tried to fight the urge to push myself further into his mouth. My breath was ragged; coming in short bursts of air as he teased the head with the soft, wet heat of his tongue. Suddenly the warmth of his mouth disappeared. I moaned and looked down at Jay where he knelt in front of me, trying to focus on him through blurry eyes. "Try to stay standing up, Adam," he whispered gently. I looked around and realized that my back had been slowly sliding down the wall as my legs kept going weak, forcing Jay to bend his shoulders and back at an uncomfortable angle as he worked on me. I straightened and nodded blearily, closing my eyes and moaning in satisfaction as his mouth closed over me again. He took me deeper down his throat, the tight suction making me throw my head back and accidentally bang my head against the tiled shower wall. I let loose with a string of swear words that got abruptly cut off as Jay began sucking harder, making me moan in pleasure instead. He chuckled deep in his throat and I gasped at the waves of pleasure that ran through my cock at the vibrations. "Jay... ohhh..." I moaned and clawed futilely at the smooth tiles of the shower wall behind me, searching desperately for anything that would let me keep my grip on my sanity. My legs began slipping again and I slid lower down the wall. Jay tried to push my uncooperative body up again and gave a frustrated groan, sending a shock of pleasure up my cock. "Oh fuck!" I shouted, my knees buckling all together. He put his hands under my thighs, trying to support me, then finally gave up in frustration and pulled his mouth off me as my weight proved to be too much to support in that position. "I'm sorry," I murmured, desperately needing to feel his mouth back on me. He smiled up at me and kissed my hip. "Come down here," he said, patting the floor of the tub and pulling me down when I didn't respond quickly enough. He laid me on my back, spreading my legs slightly so he could kneel between them. I closed my eyes as his tongue licked down the shaft of my cock, stopping to nuzzle my balls before gently pulling the sac into his mouth. His nails scraped gently at the inside of my upper thighs and I shuddered and curled my fingers in his hair. Sweat beaded on my forehead and chest to be washed away by the hot water cascading down on our bodies. I groaned as I felt Jay's mouth leave me again. My eyes wouldn't open, and I reached out for him blindly, trying to pull him back to me. Suddenly my cock was enclosed in a different, far tighter heat than I had ever felt before. I bit my lip and peeled my eyes open, looking up to see Jay hovering over me, slowly lowering his tight opening down on my cock. I watched, entranced, as his face contorted in a mix of pleasure and pain that I knew so well. "I know you said you wanted me to fuck you," he said, between gasping breaths. "... but I thought maybe this would be okay too?" I nodded deliriously, moaning my approval, as he sank down until he was buried to the hilt. I reached up and stroked his hair, while he tried to adjust his unprepared body to my size. He grabbed my wrists and pulled them to his mouth, kissing my hands, then leaned over and kissed me softly on the mouth. I pulled away and he looked at me, confused. "You don't have to do this, Jay. Are you sure you want to?" I asked him. "Do you want to?" he asked, suddenly looking nervous, as if he was afraid that I would change my mind. "Yes," I answered without hesitation. Relief flooded his face as he started to pull me to him again, but I stopped him. "But I need to know that this is what you want too, Jay." He leaned down and kissed me softly, running his tongue gently along the contours of my mouth. "I want this more than anything in the world," he said, locking eyes with me. Neither my mind nor my body was functioning- I could only lie there, blissfully, looking up at him as he hovered over me like some type of vision. Suddenly my senses exploded as he began riding me, working himself slowly up and down on my cock. His tight heat surrounded me, intoxicating me, and I gasped for breath as the room started to spin around me again. He began moving faster on me and I panted his name, fighting desperately to hold my orgasm off just a little longer. "Oh Jay, baby, I'm not gonna last long," I moaned. I reached for his cock and began stroking it, watching as he tossed his head back and whimpered in pleasure. As he slid down on me again, I thrust my hips up, meeting him halfway and was rewarded by a throaty cry of pleasure when I brushed against his prostate. I stroked him faster and thrust my hips upward again as he drove himself down harder on me. "I'm so close..." he panted softly. His breath came in ragged gasps, as he called my name over and over while he worked himself skillfully on me. I looked up, startled to see tears in his eyes, and leaned up to kiss him. He moaned in my mouth. His hands reached down and tangled in my hair, pulling my face tighter to his and crushing our lips together. I moaned back into his mouth and worked my hips furiously, snapping them up into his heat, feeling my orgasm approaching. Jay's body trembled on top of mine and went rigid as his orgasm coursed through his body. His muscles clenched around me and the hot spurts of his release spilled over my hand and onto our stomachs. He pulled his mouth away from mine and cried out as his orgasm tore through his body, his eyes searching for mine as he called my name. "Adam- oh god, Adam, I love you!" The feeling of his orgasm still coursing through his body combined with his words finally sent me over with him. I cried out and pulled his lips back to mine, calling his name into his mouth, my fingers now tangled in his hair as his were in mine. He collapsed on top of me and kissed my cheek before resting his chin on my shoulder. "I love you too," I whispered, as I ran my fingers through his hair. ~~~End Part 7~~~ Chapter 8 Title: When You Least Expect (8/8) Author: Shanyn Disclaimers: I don't own Adam, Jay, or Rico. None of this ever happened except in my wildest dreams. All done! *huge sigh of relief* Thank you everybody who read & reviewed- your kind words were much appreciated, hope you all enjoy! ~~When You Least Expect~~ I woke up sometime in the middle of the night, reaching over for Jay, who had fallen asleep next to me, and finding only a cold spot where he had lain. All I could think was, not again. I sat up, turning the light on fearfully and looking around, not seeing him anywhere. He wouldn't leave me stranded here, would he? A twinge of panic came over me and I walked quickly to the bathroom and flipped the light on. Empty. I walked back out into the bedroom and forced myself to calm down and look around more carefully. The envelope of money and the car keys were still sitting in the drawer of the bedside table; his duffel bag was on the floor, peaking out from beneath his bed, where he had left it this afternoon. I walked over to the window and peaked out of the curtain, spotting Jay right away, draped across the hood of the car. Relief flooded my veins and I immediately felt guilty for suspecting the worst of him. I watched him stare unmoving at the sky for a few minutes, only the visible steam of his breath in the chilly night air indicating that he was still alive. I let the curtain fall back into place and grabbed my sweats off the floor and wrapped myself in a blanket I grabbed from his bed. He looked up when he heard the room's door squeak open and watched me in confusion as I nervously made my way over to him, praying silently that we wouldn't have a repeat of yesterday morning's brush-off. I stopped in front of him and smiled at him timidly. "Hey," I greeted him. He sat up and pulled me into his arms and I heaved a sigh of relief, wrapping the blanket around both of our bodies as he hugged me tightly to him. "What're you doing up?" he asked me. I laid my head on his shoulder. "I woke up and you were gone," I told him. "I got worried." "I'm sorry," he said. "I wanted some fresh air, then I just started looking at the stars and thinking about things." "I'll go back inside," I said, thinking he would probably prefer to be alone. He pulled me back and patted the hood beside him. "No, stay- please?" he asked. I hopped up next to him and he lay back down, pulling me down with him so that my head was resting on his chest. "What were you thinking about?" I asked him after a few minutes of comfortable silence. "Jenny," he said softly. The girl he had been going to marry up until a few months ago when they had gone through an ugly break-up. "Oh," I said, not sure what to make of that. It was quiet again for a minute. "She was jealous of you, you know?" I looked up at him in surprise and saw that he was staring up at the stars with a faraway look in his eyes. "Said I spent too much time with you and wanted me to quit wrestling so I would be with her and not with you so much. I just told her I liked being with you, so she said maybe I should marry you instead." This was the first time I'd heard the story- he'd never told me before why they had broken up. I looked at him silently, not sure what to say. He had broken up with his girlfriend- fiancée- of two years over me? He looked down at me and I stared, lost in his eyes for a moment. "I love you," I said finally, breaking the silence. I didn't know what else to say. He smiled. "I love you, too," he pulled me a little tighter and kissed my forehead. "She made me realize that I actually loved you more than I loved her. I dunno- I don't think I ever really loved her. I just got tired of looking for someone and kind of settled." He trailed a hand down my side and lightly tickled my ribs. I squirmed and grabbed his hand, pulling it up to my face and brushing it across my lips. He squeezed my hand and continued. "I was looking for love everywhere, and here it was sitting next to me the whole time... I probably owe Rico an apology for all those names I called him in the bathroom the other night." I snickered. "I guess you really do find love when you least expect," I said, repeating something my mom had always told me back in school when I was crying and pining over this person or that. Jay grinned down at me. "You're turning into some sort of sappy philosopher, now," he said. I grinned back. "That's why you love me," I replied smartly. "Yeah," he agreed, leaning down to kiss me. I blushed, not expecting that. "Don't go getting all mushy on me now," I told him. He just pulled me closer in response and we cuddled together on the hood of the car. I thought about what he had said as we stared at the starry sky. Where would we be now if it hadn't been for Rico's crazy determination to see us together- would we have finally admitted our love for each other? I wanted to think so, but there were so many possibilities- as many as the stars overhead. I shrugged the thoughts away- what difference did it make? We had 'found' each other, and that's all that mattered. I snuggled closer to Jay and we drowsily watched the night stars disappear one by one in the early morning light as the sun crept slowly over the horizon. ~~~End~~~