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Jos choked slightly, sputtering. "Excuse me?" he laughed.

"Why do you carry condoms around all day in school?" Dev repeated, grinning.

"What makes you think I do that?" Jos asked with a smile.

"Because you just happened to have some today in your backpack," Dev replied, "And unless you were planning on getting laid, you would have to carry them around all the time."

Jos cocked his head to the side. "Well, yeah, there is that," he said, falling silent as he watched Dev.

"So?" Devon asked when Jos didn't speak, pushing himself up until he was straddling Joscelin's waist.

"Hmm, what?" Jos said, voice slightly distant, his attention clearly elsewhere.

"Why do you carry them around?"

"Eternally hopeful," Jos murmured, his eyes sweeping down Dev's body. He paused a moment, then winced as he realized what he said.

"Eternally hopeful?" Dev repeated. "And what were you hoping for."

"Uh...stuff."

"Stuff again? You seem to be involved in a lot of stuff." Dev said, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah, tons of stuff. That's me." Jos said with a slight smile.

"Really, though, why?"

Jos took in Dev's serious expression a moment, then sighed. "I was always kind of hoping, really stupidly, I might add, that one day my crush would look up, see me, and decide that a round of hot sex in the janitor's closet was in order. So I figured hey, might as well be prepared."

"Prepared for hot sex in the supply closet?"

"Yes." Jos said with a wicked grin. "Really, it's better than it sounds."

Dev frowned slightly, thinking, unconsciously beginning to rock his hips. Jos grinned as he recognized the slow riding motion Dev was using, forcefully pulling his attention away from the sight when Devon began to speak.

"You said your crush. Who?"

Jos blinked, staring for a moment. "You mean you don't know?" He asked, voice shocked.

"No," the other male said slowly, watching Joscelin uncertainly.

Jos laughed, running a hand up Dev's thigh to cup his ass, giving it a quick squeeze. "You, sweet thing. You were always my crush."

It was Dev's turn to blink. "Really?" He finally asked.

"Of course," Jos said with a snort. "You were always the sexiest thing, even in middle school. God, I thought I would die whenever you smiled at me. And then we got into high school, and it became more an issue of hiding certain...reactions."

Dev stared at Jos, expressionless. Jos shifted uncomfortably, slowly feeling worry worm its way down his spine as Dev remained silent and expressionless.

"Dev?" He asked tentatively, bumping his hips up to get the male's attention.

"You've had a crush on me since middle school?"

"Uh, yeah,"Jos said, mind racing as he tried to figure out what it was he had said that had bothered Dev.

"How long?"

"Since spring of sixth grade," Jos said quietly, watching Dev with worry.

Still rocking his hips, Dev frowned, thinking. "That's like seven years."

Jos nodded silently, watching nervously as Dev's rocking motion began to change, the down-strokes getting harder, up-strokes slower.

"I've turned you on, to the point that you would get an erection, for seven years?"

"Yes," Jos said, feeling anxiety begin to tighten his muscles. Dev stilled, raised slightly above Jos, staring into his face. "Dude," he said, breaking into a grin."That is fucking awesome."

Jos stared a moment, relief making him momentarily lightheaded. "Excuse me?" He finally said.

"That is just, fucking amazing," Dev said with a grin. "You've found me sexy for seven years. Do you even realize how, like, completely amazing that is?"

"Um...no?"

Dev laughed, suddenly driving his hips down, making Jos gasp at the sudden hard contact against his erection. "Well take me word for it. Its great."

Jos cocked his head to the side, eyes narrowing. "You're preening," he finally said, unable to contain a smile. "Asshole. You just got your ego stroked, didn't you."

Dev laughed, leaning forward and stretching out on top of Jos, slowly rocking their bodies against each other. "Hell. Yeah." he said, dropping a kiss onto Joscelin's lips.

Joscelin smiled and moved for another kiss, curling his hand in Dev's hair, holding the other male against him. He carefully undulated his body, moving in time with Dev's slow rocking, the quick contact and withdrawal leaving them both panting for breath. Jos parted his lips, slowly tracing the outline of Devon's lips, slipping into the male's mouth as he gasped, sucking in a hard breath. Dev's hands grabbed onto Jos's biceps, gripping insistently as he deepened the kiss, silently pleading for more, a plea Jos was happy to-

"Joscelin, dear, its time for dinner."

Devon shot up fast, Jos jerking in surprise, nearly unbalancing Dev from on top of him. Dev caught himself just in time, leaning back, his hips pressing down against Jos's erection. Jos bit his lip and barely managed to hold in a groan at the contact.

"Joscelin, did you hear me?" Mrs. Vera asked again, voice louder and more insistent.

"Yeah, Mom," Jos gasped, fighting to sound normal. "We're coming."

He winced at his word choice, Dev's eyes widening as he barely suppressed a laugh.

"What did you address me as?" Mrs. Vera asked, her voice sharp."I didn't hear any sass from you, did I?"

"No, Mother," Jos replied, voice finally under control. "I wasn't sassing you. And we'll be right down."

"Make sure you clean yourselves up first," she said, still sounding annoyed. "I don't want you two embarrassing your father in front of his guests. They are important members of his congregation."

Jos and Dev listened in silence as Mrs. Vera's steps faded away, not moving until Jos reached over and snagged the remote, shutting off the TV. Dev sighed and slid off the bed, watching hungrily as Jos rose to his feet.

"You take the bathroom," Jos said, voice slightly hoarse as he took in Dev's rumpled clothes and mussed hair. "I'll stay out here."

"Why can't we both stay out here?" Dev asked, voice quiet.

"Because Idon't think I'm going to be able to resist jumping you right now."

Dev's eyes widened slightly and he smiled, never taking his eyes off Jos as he slowly backed across the room, licking his lips as he flicked his eyes from head to toe before slipping into the bathroom and partially closing the door.

Joscelin eyed the blatant invitation a moment before drawing in a shaky breath to steady himself. He walked over to the mirror, quickly resettling his hair until it no longer looked like a hand had been fisted in it. After rearranging his clothes to hang normally and hide his erection Jos grabbed Devonand left the room with a reluctant sigh.

"Just watch what you say," Jos said, pausing outside the dining room door. "And don't get offended, or at least don't show it, when people start going on tirades. It's anormal thing, and just nodding and making agreeing noises makes it go faster."

Dev cast Jos a look out of the corner of his eye. "Itsgoing to be that bad, that you feel the need to warn me?"

"You have no idea," Jos muttered. "You thought mom was bad before? Wait till her and dad get together in front of someone from the church."

Dev stared at the door a moment. "Why are we doing this again?"

"The hot man lovin' later."

"Right. Good reason. OK."

Jos smiled slightly and pushed open the swinging door, walking into the dining room and making a beeline for the too empty chairs in the middle of the table. Every eye in the room turned to stare.

"Nice of you to join us, Joscelin. You will, of course, be sad to realize that you and you're friend have missed saying grace with us."Mrs. Vera said with a tight smile, setting the ball rolling.

"Yes, horrible, isn't it, the way kids are always tardy these days," one of the guests, Mrs. Purchard said, shaking her head in disappointment before addressing Dev, "Young man, get your elbows off the table. It is unseemly."

Dev blinked in surprise and quickly moved his arms from the table, stumbling as he tried to figure out what to do until he noticed how Jos was sitting and imitated the position.

"As I was saying, children these days are just never prompt. Always leaving their elders waiting, and never apologizing for it! Its just horrible, and quite ghastly, the manner in which they choose to arrive when they do. I see that your boy, Angela, at least knows how to dress right. None of that unseemly untidiness or gothic," she spat the word as if it were a curse, glancing at Dev "accessories."

"We raised our Joscelin right," Mr. Vera rumbled from the head of the table as Dev looked down at his clothes, frowning at his grey T-shirt and woven bracelet before glancing at Mrs. Purchard in confusion. "Some parents these days just don't know what they are doing. They let their kids walk all over them." Everyone simultaneously glanced at Dev before turning back to the conversation. "I mean, I see some of the children who come through my church doors, who refuse to pay attention during my sermons, and I have to wonder, what are their parents doing? Are they really good Baptists? How is it that their children have drifted so far from God, to the point that they are blatantly disrespectful in his house?"

"Relax,"Jos breathed, barely audible as Devonstiffened indignantly beside him, recognizing the jab at his family. "Don't react. It will only get worse."

Dev looked at him askance and nodded, taking a deep breath and grabbing his water to try to distract himself.

"And manners these days!" Mrs. Purchard said. "They are horrible."

"I know, Iknow. It is tragic, isn't it? As if parents have never heard of please and thank you."

"I have noticed," Mrs. Purchard's formerly silent husband said, his voice grating, "That when children come into my store, they are always rambunctious, always out of line and disrespectful. And they just don't care. It is a tragedy, what parents are coming to these days to allow their children to act in such a manner. Any good God fearing Christian would curb that behavior immediately, most especially a Baptist, who knows the value of good behavior better than others do."

Dev zoned out as the talk continued, lamenting the horrors of today's society and praising the few remaining good Baptists in the community, and delicately jabbing at the members of the congregation and people in town. Beside him Jos's eyes were already glazed, his noises off assent automatic whenever someone asked his a question or directed a comment his way.

Dev was just beginning to feel that he would make it through the dinner without any serious incidents when Joscelin stiffened beside him, his breath catching, his hands stilling before he continued to cut his food. Dev glanced over, surprised to see the anger in Jos's down turned face. Frowning slightly he listening to the conversation, trying to pick up what the adults were talking about.

"I tell you," Mr. Vera said, voice tight with anger, "It's the root of all our problems today. Ungodly, it is. Devil's work."

The other adults nodded their agreement, Joscelin's hand tightening around his fork, his breathing getting shaky as he tried to control himself.

"Really,"Mr. Vera continued. "How people can condone such unnatural behavior is beyond me. It's perverse, allowing two men to be together. I tell you, they might not have gone about punishing it the right way, but the olden times had the right idea when they made homosexuality a crime."

Devon sucked in a slow breath, fighting back his instinctive urge to speak against Mr. Vera's words. He glanced at Jos, and saw the other male with his eyes closed, lips moving as he silently counted, taking deep breaths, trying to calm himself.

"The Bible even warns us against it, Leviticus 18:22. 'Thou shalt not lie with mankind as with womankind: it is abomination.' I don't see how it can be any more apparent to people that this...horrible, evil behavior is wrong! Even non-Baptists should realize this. They may be misguided, and forgiven for their other flaws, but in this, no. All Christians should know better than to condone this kind of blasphemous behavior."

"I agree, dear," Mrs. Vera said, shaking her head. "When...activities...such as that is allowable you really know the country is just declining horribly. If people had any sense they would all realize the only course of action is to outlaw homosexuality. God intended marriage and love to be between a man and a woman. When two people of the same gender are together it is a slap to our Lord, again and again for as long as it lasts."

Mr. Purchard shook his head, sighing. "I agree, I agree. At least when two girls are together in such an evil manner they can be forgiven. They are easily influenced by wickedness in others, and oftentimes do not know better. But two males, that is just...I don't have words for it. They should be ashamed of themselves, to allow such a thing to be-"

"I have to go take Devon home now."

Everyone turned and looked at Jos is surprise, the adults shocked that he would dare interrupt, Dev relieved that Jos was getting them out.

"Excuse me, young man?" Mrs. Purchard said, frowning at him as if noticing them for the first time.

"Dev needs to get home now, so I'm taking him," Jos repeated.

"Joscelin, your language is appalling." Mrs. Vera said with a frown. "Very well. Return your friend to his house."

"Horrible manners," Mr. Purchard murmured as Jos and Dev rose to their feet and left the room as fast as they could. "Really.Kids these days..."

Jos let out a sigh of relief as the adults' voices faded to a quiet hum, collapsing back against the wall and running his hand through his hair. Shaking his head he looked up and met Dev's worried gaze, eyes still steely with anger.

"Sorry," he finally said, "I just...couldn't deal with that tonight. Normally I can, but Idon't know, tonight something kind of snapped, and I just needed to get out."

"I don't mind," Dev said with a small smile. "I'm more than happy to leave." Moving forward he brushed his lips against Jos's, pressing their foreheads together and stroking his hair as he murmured "You going to be alright?"

"Yeah," Jos sighed, leaning forward for another kiss. "I'll be fine. I just need to cool off a bit. Come on, we should get going before my parents wonder what's taking us so long to leave," he said, reluctantly separating himself from Dev's hold.

"You mean we're actually leaving?" Dev asked in surprise as Jos led him out into the garage.

"Yeah," Jos said, giving Dev a grin. "Pretend to leave, sneak in the house later. My parents sleep like the dead, so we won't wake them up too easily. And tomorrow's Saturday, so we don't have to worry about getting to school."

"You sound like you've done this a lot," Dev said, casting a speculative look at the other male as he slid into the car.

"Jealous?"Jos asked, laughing as he started the car. "And yeah, I've done it a time or two."

"I'm thinking more than that," Dev said, relaxing back against the seat and closing his eyes against the harsh glare of the dashboard clock. "It's past nine," he sighed, getting comfortable. "I didn't think it was so late."

"Yeah," Jos said, "Those dinner things tend to drag on and on."

"Mhm."

Jos paused at a stop sign and glanced over at Dev. He smiled, shaking his head at the sight Dev made, curled up against the door, eyes closed, breathing softly as the motion of the car lulled him to sleep.

It's been ahard day for him, Jos thought as he watched Dev rest for a moment. Emotionally stressful, physically stressful. And he's cute when he sleeps.

With asmile he drove his normal time wasting route, watching the clock as he wound in and out of quiet neighborhoods until enough time had passed for his parent's to believe that Dev was home. Turning the car he made his way back toward his house, sighing in relief when he saw the Purchard'sstill parked on the street. It would be a lot easier to pull this off if his parent's were occupied with guests.





Devon groaned when a hand shook him, pulling him out of his state of partial consciousness. "Go 'way," he murmured sleepily, snuggling up again, a low laugh bringing a smile to his lips.

"Dev, babe, you need to get up now, just for a little bit."

Dev sighed sleepily, the wonderful voice sending shivers down his spine. "Why?"

"Sex."

"Good reason," Dev murmured after a pause. "I get up."

The laugh sounded again, and Dev had the faint impression of a hand stroking his hair amoment before his mind drifted again...

...He jolted awake with a start as agrating laugh sounded down the hall, a faint impression of dislike lingering before he relaxed against the body supporting him...

..."Come on, Dev, you need to help me out with stairs" Jos whispered in his ear, and arm around his waist....

..."Just a bit further now. Almost there..."

...Dev sighed as his shirt was pulled over his head, his pants following the shirt onto the floor. Laughter again, as he was pushed forward, landing with a slight groan on a bed, the sound of a lock sliding into place momentarily registering...

..."Sleep, babe. You need..."



Dev opened his eyes to mist. It was all around him, cradling his body, tendrils slipping across his bare skin, winding and stroking before drifting away. Devonrelaxed into its embrace and floated, ignoring the vague feeling that something was missing.

Dev felt a stirring behind him disrupt the peace. Turning around he watched as the mist solidified, turning into a wall, then slowly melting into a streaked window. Curios, Dev drifted closer, trying to see through the window to the other side. He frowned, the streaked glass giving him only a partial view, one of the backs of a large crowd.

Dev felt the mist slowly slide down from his upper body, shimmering around his waist a moment before disappearing in a rush of steam. Startled Dev whirled around, the air suddenly heating up, sweat appearing all over his body as flames began to lick at his skin, heating but not burning.

The fire wrapped around him as the mist had, tendrils of flame coiling up, wrapping around his arms, legs, torso, until with a start Dev realized they held him immobile. Dev sensed movement in front of him and slowly looked up.

Joscelin stood in front of him, watching through his lashes as the fire bound Dev. A small grin was on his face, a satisfied look in his eyes as he slowly moved forward, muscles rippling under his bare skin. The fire parted for him, licking at his heels like a puppy eager for attention, stray tendrils rising up to brush against his hands before dropping down again.

Dev watched, anticipation quickening his breath, as Jos stopped in front of him, eyes making a possessive sweep of his body before returning to his face with a look of hunger. Without a word he leaned forward, claiming Devon's lips in ahard, dominating kiss. Dev felt his knees go weak, the fire flaring up to support him as Jos began to run his hands over his body, testing and stroking, murmuring his approval like an owner satisfied with his new pet.

Dev shivered and moaned at the treatment, jerking against the flames holding him back as the urge to touch Jos in return surged through him. He groaned a protest as the fire tightened around him, holding him immobile for Jos's teasing, agonizing exploration.

"You want to touch?" Jos said, voice echoing slightly, the fire flaring in time with his words.

"Yes," Dev gasped, "Please."

Joscelin smiled, slightly taunting."As you wish," he purred, flicking his fingers. The fire stilled, then retreated in a rush, leaving Dev stumbling as he was suddenly free to move again. Regaining his balance he looked up, following with his eyes as Jos spread his arms and circled, backing toward the window until he could lean back against it, raising his arms above his head, grabbing onto the window sill that suddenly appeared.

"Touch," He commanded, shadows flickering across his face as the fire jumped and flared.

Dev sucked in a slow breath and walked carefully forward, eyes trained on Joscelin's body, drinking in the sight of the other male. Reaching out he ran his fingers lightly over Jos's collarbone, sliding down, lingering a moment around his nipples before dipping down to trace across his navel.

Leaning forward Dev slid his tongue out, flicking across Jos's nipple, repeated the motion before sucking it into his mouth, delighting in the shudder that ran through Jos's body. As he laved Jos's nipple Dev slid his hands down further, moaning slightly when they brushed against the other male's erection.

Pulling back he looked down, watching as he slid his fingers around the length, massaging and sliding as Jos's head fell back, his eyes closing as his hips undulated slightly. Dev stilled a moment, then dropped to his knees, gasping as the fire surged and wrapped around him before slowly receding, leaving him still free to move.

Dev moved forward, sliding his tongue across Jos's cock, licking up underneath, swirling around the head a moment, then sliding back down.

"Yes," Jos hissed, his hips rippling again. Dev smiled at the praise and leaned forward again, this time taking the head of Jos's cock into his mouth, slowly taking more. Jos gasped his approval and fisted a hand in Dev's hair, holding his head still as his hips began to thrust.

Devon groaned as Jos took control, hungry for more. He moved a hand down to stroke his own cock and hissed when the fire flared, stopping the motion, confining his hands behind his back. Dev moaned a soft protest, the vibrations making Jos groan above him and push deeper, the head of his cock bumping into the back of Dev's throat.

Suddenly Jos pulled away, holding Dev's head still as he tried to move forward again. "No," Jos said, "No more of that. I'm not ready to come yet."

Dev stared at the throbbing erection on front of him a moment, then nodded, slipping his eyes upward until they were focused on Jos's abs. With a smile he rose higher on his knees, leaning forward to run his tongue between the dips in the muscles, teeth nipping lightly. Jos sighed and leaned back again, hand relaxing its hold in Dev's hair slightly as he closed his eyes and absorbed the sensation.

"You like abs, don't you?"

"Yes," Devonwhispered, pulling back and looking up at the other male.

Jos met his eyes a moment, then spoke. "Stand up," he ordered, the fire releasing its hold on Dev as he spoke.

Dev took a deep breath and rose to his feet, gasping as Jos grabbed him and spun him around, pressing him against the window before Dev realized what was happening. Dev sucked in a fast breath as Jos thrust his hips forward, grinding his cock against Dev's ass as he lowered his head to suck on Devon's neck.

Closing his eyes against the crowd in front of him Dev moaned, curiously turned on by his position, visible to all those people if they would only turn around. Joscelin's hands dropped from Dev's shoulders, running them teasing down his thighs before dragging them up and around, one cupping Dev's balls, the other stroking his cock.

"Joscelin," Dev moaned, dropping his head back against the other male's shoulder.

"You like it, don't you?" Jos whispered.

"Yes," he moaned, rocking his hips against Jos's hand.

"What do you want?"

"Harder," Dev panted. He groaned in protest as the dream began to fragment and fade away around him. The hand on his cock, however, remained.