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Upr Balc. Lunch.



Dev glanced down at the note for what had to be the fifth time in the last two minutes before crumpling it up in his hand again, trying to pay attention to Mr. Jones droning on and on about energy and cells and movement. Dev sighed and gave it up as a lost cause, smoothing the small piece of paper out and placing it in his book, so he at least looked like he was paying attention.

Dev squirmed slightly, eager for class to be over, glad that he was in the back where no one could see him. Upper Balcony, lunch, he repeated to himself, holding back a grin that he knew was completely out of character for him to give during science. Joscelin wanted to meet him. Alone. In the Upper Balcony. Where it was dark.

Allowing his mind to drift Dev stared at the note he had found taped inside his locker that morning. Dev stilled as his mind began throwing images of Jos naked at him, recalling the hard stroke of the male's fingers against his cock, remembering what it felt like to be pinned down with Jos's tongue sweeping through his mouth.

Shit. Bad thoughts for science class, he thought, shifting to try to make his growing erection less evident. Very bad thoughts. Though later they might come in handy...

"Mr. Nuhall, can you tell me the answer?"

"What?" Dev said as Mr. Jone's mild voice managed to slice through his fantasy.

"Are you able to tell me why this," Mr. Jones gestured to the overhead, "Is not the correct answer?"

Dev stared in growing panic at the overhead, trying to take in the mass of arrows and boxes and abbreviates and weird little dots, mixed with numbers and, in the corner, miniscule writing.

"Er...the numbers are bad?"

"What was that Mr. Nuhall? Speak up."

"The numbers are bad...?" Dev repeated, trailing off slightly, wincing at his choice of wild guess.

"Correct, Mr. Nuhall. Nice job." Mr. Jones said, sounding faintly surprised, staring amoment before continuing with the lesson. Dev breathed out a sigh of relief, paying attention a moment before turning his mind back to thoughts of Jos and the contemplation of the clock, watching as with agonizing slowness it crept closer and closer to the end of the period. Screw taking it slow, he thought, moving again as his erection throbbed. I want it hard and fast.



Joscelin stood in the shadows, leaning against the wall, one eye on the door, one on the theater kids below who were leaping about the stage, pretending to be animals today. What had possessed him to ask Dev to come meet him here, he wondered as his eyes absently lingered on a cute junior's butt. He knew that he needed to give Dev space, needed to back off and not crowd, but something about the way he had looked yesterday, glancing back on his way to practice, had made Jos long to see him.

And here he is, Jos thought, going still as he heard Dev stumble over a step and curse before shouldering open the door and stepping out onto the balcony. He glanced around, his eyes skimming over where Jos stood in the shadows, then sighed, running a hand through his hair before slowly walking forward, nervously crumpling something in his hand.

Dev paused near the railing, looking down at the stage. Pausing a moment before moving to take advantage of the view, Jos moved silently forward, wrapping an arm around Dev's shoulder, the other around his waist as he lowered his lips to the male's neck, smiling at his surprised jerk. "Devon,"he breathed, flicking lightly with his tongue.

Dev sucked in a breath, then relaxed back against Jos, closing his eyes. "Joscelin," he murmured, sliding one of his hands back, curving it around Jos's ass. Jos inhaled a slow breath and smiled, turning Dev in his arms and capturing his lips in a hot, hungry kiss. Dev made a low noise in the back of his throat, slipping his arm up around Jos's neck, rocking his hips forward to grind against Jos.

"Little bit eager, now, aren't we," Jos whispered, stepping back, drawing them away from any eyes that might see them from the stage.

"Mmm, just a bit, yeah," Dev said, sliding the hand on Jos's ass down into his pants, digging his fingers into bare skin, grinning as the other male jerked and moaned. Feeling bold, Dev dropped his other hand from Jos's neck, leaning up for another kiss as he shoved it down Jos's pants, eager fingers swiftly finding his hard shaft.

Jos groaned, rocking his hips into Dev's hands, trying to keep down the noise."You're killing me, Dev," he gasped out, grabbing the male's hand and urging it on, needing fast and hard now. Dev laughed and stilled his hand, challengingly meeting Jos's gaze until Jos released his hand. With a grin Dev resumed his stroking, moving now with deliberately slow flicks of his fingers, making Jos moan and thrust.

Dev lightened his touch until Jos stopped moving his hips, the male's breath shaky as he fought to stay still, his entire body trembling with the need to move. Dev smiled and continued, moving his hand harder as a reward, pushing them backward until Jos could lean against the wall. Devonsighed, trailing his fingers, loving the smooth skin, the throb against his palm, the hardness contrasting with Jos's desperate gasps for breath.

"Relax," He whispered as Jos tensed up again, wanting to move, "Let me control for alittle."

Joscelin's response was immediate and completely unexpected. His eyes snapped open, his breath caught, and his hands darted down, catching Dev's wrists and turning to slam him against the wall. "No," he whispered against Dev's neck, eyes shut tight, pinning the other male with his body, holding him still while he regained control.

Dev went still, common sense screaming at him not to move. Jos was pinning him hard to the wall, his breathing slow and deep as if he were trying to stay calm. His body occasionally shook, small tremors, barely noticeable but for the fact that Jos was pressed hard against him. Dev carefully shifted his body, glancing over at the white-knuckled grip Jos had on his wrists, stilling when the male let out a low warning hiss and pressed him harder to the wall, a silent order to not move.

"Jos," Dev said after the tremors had stilled and the male's breathing had returned to amore normal pace. "Are you going to let go of me?"

Jos shook his head, face still buried against Dev's neck.

"Why not?"Dev asked, pitching his voice to sound calm and gentle.

"Don't want to," Jos muttered after a pause, body slowly tensing up again.

"Why don't you want to?" Dev said, cocking his head to the side, rubbing his cheek against Jos's hair, the most comforting gesture he could manage in his position. Dev was praying that his instincts were off, because they were screaming that something was seriously wrong with Jos.

Jos took adeep breath and stepped back, quickly moving into the shadows. Dev stayed against the wall, slowly lowering his arms, watching Jos closely, going cold as he saw the way the male was standing, as if he was wary of attack, the way he was hugging himself, as if he needed someone to hold but was afraid to reach out. And he saw the fear flickering in his eyes, quickly hidden, only to boil to the surface again as Jos eyed Dev uncertainly.

Moving slowly and deliberately Dev walked over to Jos, concern for his friend overriding any hurt he felt as his lover tensed to stop a nervous shift away from him. Lover? He silently asked himself before shoving the thought away to be considered later. Watching closely Dev carefully reached out, Jos tracking the movement with wide eyes, and placed his hand on Jos's arm. Slowly he drew the male forward, until he could wrap his arms around him.

Jos let out a shuddering sigh and dropped his head to rest again in the curve of Dev's neck. They stood silent, Dev slowly stroking Jos's hair, a soothing rhythm he dimly remembered his mother using when he was a child.

"Joscelin,"Dev said when Jos's body seemed to relax, his breathing normal again. "After practice today. We're going to talk. OK?"

"OK," Jos whispered, voice hoarse and low, almost drowned out by the sound of the bell ringing, signaling the end of lunch. The pair stood still a moment longer, then separated, moving down the stairs and slipping unnoticed into the hall.



Dev looked up in surprise when Jerry grabbed his arm in the hall, pulling him out of his grim thoughts that had had September voicing the opinion that Dev looked like he was contemplating the slaughter of small children. Jerry jerked his head to the side, indicating that Dev should follow, and tugged him into a small space before a pair of fire doors, where they would be able to for a short time talk without being overheard.

"What's wrong?" Dev asked, frowning as he took in Jerry's unusually grim expression.

"Jos didn't show up for art. And something tells me he's not going to be in any of his other classes." Jerry cocked his head to the side. "And you aren't surprised."

Dev silently shook his head, realizing that after the episode in the balcony he hadn't really expected to see Jos again today at all. Jerry was silent a moment, thinking.

"Watch what you say, Dev, watch what you do. He got hurt. I just hope it wasn't that bad."



Jos cocked his head to the side as he heard a quiet step behind him, but didn't turn around. He was too wrapped up in his brooding thoughts and too captivated by the sight of Dev's body running and dodging across the field to find any interest in the fact that Jerry had found him.

"It's been a long time since you came up here," Jerry said, voice tight and tense.

Jos spared a glance back at his friend, who was kneeling solidly in the middle of the outbuilding's roof, face pale and breathing shaky. "Jerry, we're only a story off the ground. Not even. And you aren't going to fall."

"Yeah, that's what you think," Jerry muttered, fighting the urge to squeeze his eyes shut.

Jos sighed and turned back to the field, knowing that he should care more about his friend's fear, but unable to muster the emotion out of the chokehold he had put on his feelings. After a moment Jos spoke. "Jerry, you're scared of heights. Why are you sitting on the roof with me?"

"Because Iremember the last time you started going and finding all the high places to sit and brood and be moody."

Jos was silent a moment, resting his chin on his knees and wrapping his arms around them. "That is a good reason," he finally whispered, shivering slightly as his memories began to creep forward.

"Joscelin,"Jerry said, voice careful, "What happened? I mean, I know you and Dev went off and did your thing, but you just disappeared. I'm guessing you've been up here all day?" He eyed Jos as the male nodded before dropping his head down onto his arms. "Why? What...what set it off?"

Jos inhaled a shaky breath, his body trembling slightly before he forced in still. Jerry moved closer, but stopped when there was still distance between them, knowing from experience not to get too close.

"It was...I just...Dev. Dev did it."

Jerry felt a flash of irrational anger and scowled. He knew he shouldn't be blaming Dev, not when it was apparent the male had no idea what was happening, but he couldn't hold back the feeling. "What did he do?" Jerry asked quietly, forcing his tone to stay calm, knowing anger would only make Jos retreat more.

"Not what he did," Jos answered reluctantly. "Not really. What he said."

Slowly processing what that could mean, Jerry waited, knowing that Jos would give him more if he was ready to.

"It all started out good," Jos said, voice low. "Then he just kind of started leading the way. And that was fine. I didn't have much of a problem with it. But then he began doing more, and he completely took the reigns. And I let him, even though I knew I wasn't going to be able to handle much. Things were...bad...today, to begin with. I don't really know why."

Jerry waited patiently as Jos fell silent, focusing his attention on the other male to keep from thinking about how high off the ground they were. Sensing that Jos wanted to continue but was unsure how, Jerry quietly prompted "You said that Dev said something. What was it?"

Jos took adeep breath and exhaled slow, trying to regain some measure of control. "He was sensing how it was affecting me, I guess. Because he said...he said...said that Ishould relax and...let him control for a little...and I just, I don't know. Snapped. I grabbed him and pinned him against the wall, and I just couldn't think, it was like I wasn't in control of my body anymore." His words were coming faster and faster now, falling from his lips in a rush as he hurried to get it all out. "There was just suddenly fear, and even though I know Dev wouldn't do anything like that, because it's Dev, I just, I heard him. Heard him saying it, and felt his hands again, and his...his body on mine. And for amoment it wasn't Dev kissing me, wasn't Dev with his hand against my cock. It was him. And I just couldn't take it."

Jerry sighed, watching closely, knowing it was coming. Jos shuddered as the bind he kept on his memories crumbles, managed to hold out a second, then his shoulders caved slightly, as if he wanted to curl up and hide from the world. Jerry moved quickly, ignoring the flare of adrenaline at the sight of the ground below as he wrapped his arms gently around Jos and pulled him close, loosely cradling the male, offering what comfort the could.

"Shh, babe, shh. It's over. It happened. You survived, you're good. He can't get you, can't touch you. Nothing can hurt you unless you let it..." Jerry kept up the murmured litany of words, not knowing what he was saying, concentrating only on keeping his tone gentle and soothing, knowing that the way he spoke was more important than what he said.

Finally Jos relaxed in his arms, leaning into Jerry's body, his breath leaving him in aquiet sigh. Jerry fell silent, gazing blindly at the playing field, stroking Jos's hair, humming quietly under his breath. Suddenly Jerry focused his gaze, his eyes tracking Dev's figure as he sprinted across the field.

"Jos," he said slowly, his hands stilling. "Was what he said the only reason you're sitting up here?"

Jos was silent a moment, his body tensing slightly. "No," he finally whispered.

"It's because you're scared about how Dev will react, isn't it."

Joscelin nodded, sighing angrily. "I fucking pinned him against the wall, Jerry," he hissed. "I grabbed him and slammed him against the wall, and I wouldn't let go. Fuck. I was holding his wrists so tight my fucking knuckles were white."

Jerry considered that slowly, then took a deep breath, knowing Jos was going to get pissed. "You've done that before," he pointed out carefully. "Granted, the participant was more willing, and expecting it a bit more. But it's not the first time."

"It's because it was Dev!" Jos exploded. "OK? I fucking pinned Dev to a wall. I held Dev's wrists so tight they bruised. It was Dev I was hurting, Dev I wasn't trusting. Dev I fucking wouldn't let move! Sweet Jesus, I'm fucking as bad as he was."

Jerry closed his eyes as Jos's words ended in a choked off sob. "Joscelin," He said, voice commanding. "You can never be anywhere near him. What you did, it was a reaction to fear. Dev will understand, he will get over it. He's not going to want to leave because of it."

"How do you know?" Jos asked, voice betraying his vulnerability.

"Because I saw him today in school, saw how worried he was. This isn't going to make him leave, hon. It's going to make him want to get closer. Then only question is, will you let him?"

Jos opened his mouth to answer and stiffened, jerking around and out of Jerry's hold as he caught something out of the corner of his eye. Jos felt his body go numb as he watched Devon get slammed into the ground, his vantage point giving him aperfect view of the male's body digging into the dirt, wrist twisting hard as he landed.

Jos shot to his feet, Jerry making a strangled sound in the back of his throat as he teetered near the edge. Dev rolled onto his back and clutched his wrist, laying still before shifting his weight onto his knees. A coach dashed over, the others quickly halting the rest of the team from crowding, talking for a moment before dismissing them to the locker room.

Dev stayed behind, crouched on the ground, visibly wincing as the coach touched his wrist.

"Shit," Jos breathed, eyes fixated a moment longer before he whirled around, running to the back of the roof and sliding off, landing on the ground in a crouch. Above him Jerry moaned, his fear surging as Jos leapt off the edge.

"Dammit Jos," he gasped out as he carefully slithered off the storage bulding's room."Do you have to do that to me?"

"Yes." Jos said, his former shaken state gone, his body galvanized by new purpose, tense and jumpy from the sight of Dev injured. "Dev got hurt."

"I saw,"Jerry said dryly, leaning back against the building to regain his equilibrium."But I don't think that calls for you leaping off of high buildings."

"Its not very high. And yes it does." Jos said, making to cross the field and go to Dev's side.

"Jos,"Jerry protested, smiling slightly at his friends single-mindedness. "At least wait till he gets to the locker room, till some of the other players leave. Isaw the look in your eye, and you're going to end up giving them quite a show if you get within ten feet of Devon now."

Joscelin paused, considering his words, then nodded his head with a sigh. He leaned against the wall next to Jerry, close to the corner, looking around every few seconds to check on Dev.

"There, he's heading toward the locker room," Jos said, relief in his voice. "And the coaches aren't following."

"They probably sent him to the trainer," Jerry spoke without opening his eyes, shifting his feet slightly to assure himself that he was still on the ground."Wait a few minutes for them to finish up. By then everyone should be out of the locker rooms, and you won't give yourselves away."

"Right,"Jos said absently, already in motion. Jerry watched him walk away, his stride confident and intent as he focused on getting to Dev. Amazing, Jerry thought wryly, just how different he can be when he has something to distract him. Amazing that that thing is just as distracted in return.



Devon winced slightly as he flexed his left wrist wrong, a dull throb of pain flaring despite the bandage wrapped around it. With a sigh Dev dropped his hand and began attempting the removal of his sweat-soaked clothing without straining his injury any more than necessary. If he were not the last person in the locker room he might have considered asking for help, but seeing as he was alone, it looked like he was on his own.

"Want some help with that?"

Or not, Dev thought, slowly turning around to face Jos. The male was staring at him intently, eyes still slightly shadowed by whatever he had been feeling early, but the fear and trembling were replaced by something different now. Lust, Dev realized, dropping his gaze down to the bulge between Jos's legs.

"Sure," He replied quietly, stepping forward, away from the lockers, his breathing quickening, his body suddenly hyperaware of the fact that he wore only shorts and a tight undershirt. Jos took his appearance in with a hungry expression, eyes lingering on the way his shirt stuck to his muscles, the male licking his lips as he eyed how low riding and loose Dev's shorts were.

Jos slowly brought his gaze back up again, meeting Dev's stare, and stilled, body tense with desire as he waited for Dev to come to him. Jos stared in disbelief as Dev walked slowly forward, his arousal evident. He still wants me, Jos realized with relief. Jerry was right. Jos let his relief shudder through him, and fear and anxiety quickly turning into something different. As soon as Dev was within reach Jos reached out a hand and pulled him forward, slamming their bodies together and taking Dev's mouth in a hard, scorching kiss, the edge of desperation in it making Dev gasp and shudder as his arousal spiked.

"Are you hurt anywhere else?" Jos murmured, pulling back slightly, eyes sweeping over Dev as he reached down and grabbed the hem of his shirt, swiftly peeling it off of Dev's body, his lips parting as he stared at the flesh revealed. Jos dropped the shirt to the floor with a damp sound, stepping forward to trace his hands lightly over Dev's torso, checking for injuries as he enjoyed the feel of Dev's heated skin against his own.

Dev stood still for the inspection, loving Jos's touch, breath catching and eyes sliding closed as the male's hands skimmed low, hooking the waistband of his shorts and dropping them to the floor along with his boxers. The sudden cold made Dev open his eyes, and he watched from beneath his lashes as Jos stared at his naked body, gaze devouring as he took everything in. Feeling a spark of boldness Dev stepped forward, pressing his body against Jos's, allowing his lust to take control as he rubbed against the other male.

"I need ashower," he whispered, praying that Jos's body didn't tense up again. "Care to join me?"

Jos smiled, bending his head down and trailing his tongue across Dev's neck, barely able to breath as relief washed through him at the other male's words. Jerry was right, he thought absently as he swirled his tongue around the end of Dev's collarbone before moving back up. "I would love to," he murmured against Dev's neck, already toeing off his shoes.

Dev laughed when he saw that Jos already had his shoes and socks off, wrapping his arms around Joscelin's shoulder, grinding against him as Jos began to push him backward toward the showers. Dev walked back, tightening his hands on Jos's shoulder to keep from losing his balance, licking his way down the male's neck, sinking in his teeth as he stumbled slightly.

Jos moaned as Dev bit down, tightening his muscles to catch Dev, his body involuntarily undulating, grinding against Dev, creating a delicious friction between his legs as heat raced through him. Devon groaned, the sound vibrating against Jos's skin, taking advantage off the lack of movement to run his hands swiftly over the male's body. Jos panted slightly, his eyes sliding closed as Dev stroked him everywhere, his touch leaving trails of fire in its wake even through Jos's clothing. Groaning Joscelin dropped his hands down, curving them over the bare skin of Dev's ass, gently stroking, delighting in the male's shiver, before digging his fingers in and lifting Dev off his feet.

"Wrap," he ordered, voice hoarse, as Dev stilled in surprise. Dev blinked and, realizing what Jos wanted, wrapping his legs around the male's waist, hissing in a slow breath as his erection was pressed against Joscelin's abs. "Good," Jos breathed, using his grip on Dev's ass to grind them together, nipping lightly at Dev's neck before starting to move toward the showers again.

Dev smiled and lowered his head, sliding his tongue into Jos's mouth, twisting the male's nipples through his shirt. Jos groaned and took control of the kiss, pushing his tongue into Dev's mouth, then sucking the male's back into his mouth again. Dev shifted to press his hard cock more firmly against Jos's abs and pushed further into Jos's mouth, smiling when the male gave up control, then immediately snatched it back before teasingly inviting Dev to fight for it again. Dev was so wrapped up in the kiss that all awareness of his surroundings disappeared, until his back was slammed against the tile wall of the showers, Jos leaning into his body and grinding, hands moving from his ass to stroke across his balls as Dev dropped his legs down to the floor.

Jos grinned when Dev cried out, the sound muffled by his mouth, as he took hold of the male's balls in one hand, gripping his shaft with the other. "Time for a little payback for earlier today," Jos breathed, slowly working his hands, touching and squeezing, stroking and teasing until Dev was panting, head dropped onto Jos's shoulders as he watched what Jos was doing, his hands holding tight to his biceps to prevent himself from moving.

Jos suddenly shifted his hands, placing them on Dev's thighs and nudging them apart, then slowly dropping down to his knees. Belatedly recalling their purpose, Jos reached behind Dev and flipped on the shower overhead, cold water making Dev yelp and jerk, Jos's eyes fixating on the male's cock as it moved with the jolt. Dev watched breathlessly as Jos wrapped his fingers slowly around the base of his cock, his other hand sliding up to hold Dev's hips still.

Jos leaned forward, pausing amoment to watch Dev squirm as his hot breath washed over his cock, then lightly swirled the tip of his tongue around the head, dipping under the flare and slipping back up again, lightly teasing. Dev groaned and leaned back against the wall, the change of positions allowing a stream of hot water to hit Jos, sliding over his skin, quickly soaking his clothes. Jos sucked in a slow breath as his damp clothes clung roughly to his skin, rotating his hips slightly, moaning around the head of Dev's cock as the wet fabric of his pants scraped against his erection, pleasure flaring through him.

Moaning around Dev's shaft Jos slid his lips further down his shaft, flicking teasingly with his tongue at the cock in his mouth, loving Dev's moans up above him, the male's hand fisted in his hair. Dev arched his hips against Jos's restraining hand, pushing himself deeper into Jos's mouth, closing his eyes and dropping his head back against the wall as Jos did something wicked with his teeth, alow groan escaping his lips. Dev sucked in a hard breath as he felt the head of his cock hit the back of Jos's throat just as Jos twisted his hands, sending pleasure lancing through Dev's body. Dev involuntarily thrust his hips forward, gasping when Jos easily took another inch, then slid down for more.

"Sweet Jesus," Dev moaned as Jos's throat muscles teased the head of his cock, his tongue slipping around the shaft. "Jos, stop. I'm going to come." Even as he said it he tightened his grip on Jos's hair, holding the male in place. Jos laughed and nipped at Dev's cock, pulling back quickly as Dev's grip slackened in surprise, rising to his feet and licking his lips with a grin.

"We certainly don't want you coming yet," Jos breathed, pressing his thigh against Dev's erection. "I'm not done having fun yet."

Dev let out a groaning laugh as the fabric of Jos's pants scraped against his cock."Why are you still dressed?" he gasped out, hands already inching down to grab hold of Jos's shirt.

Jos laughed, sinking his hips forward, pressing against Dev while allowing him to remove his wet shirt, peeling it off his skin and tossing it to the floor. Jos smiled when Dev lowered his head, intent forgotten at the sight of Jos's bare chest, groaning when Dev latched onto his nipple, biting lightly, soothing the mark with his tongue before using his teeth again. Jos enjoyed it for a moment, then gently pulled back, grinning as Dev made a sound of protest. Moving so that Dev couldn't reach him Jos slowly slid his hands down his chest, watching from beneath his lashes as Dev's breathing caught, his lips parting as his eyes followed the motion downward. Jos slid his fingers over his abs, stroking lightly, teasing Dev before slipping his hands to his pants, fingers slowly unbuttoning the top button, slowly lowering the zipper. Barely breathing Jos pulled his hands back up, hooking his thumbs under the waistband of his pants and boxers, shoving both down at the same time, smiling when the wet fabric clung teasingly to his skin.

Dev groaned and shot forward, grabbing Jos and pressing their bodies together, grinding and touching everything within reach as he captured the male's mouth in a scorching kiss, fueled by the desperate need for release. Jos laughed, wriggling the rest of the way out of his clothing, teasing Dev with the motion even as his own breathing quickened in response to the friction he created.

Pushing lightly at his shoulders Jos maneuvered them back under the spray of hot water, running his hands over Dev's wet shoulders, following the trails the water made downward, teasing lightly at the crease of Dev's ass before sliding his hands up again. Dev hissed, thrusting his hips, his own hands working their torture on Dev's abs, trailing over skin and scraping with nails, soothing the pain with a slow, hard stroke before starting over again.

"You know, we're supposed to be washing you," Jos murmured, hips jerking as Dev's nails unexpectedly sunk into skin.

Dev grinned. "I know," he said. "Maybe you want to take care of that? I'm a little distracted."

Joscelin smiled, leaning in for a quick, light kiss before pulling back and glancing around. Sighting a bar of soap resting on a ledge three showers down, a bottle of shampoo next to it, Jos steeled himself and dashed out of the warm water, grabbing the soap and bottle and skidding around, slamming into Dev's body, wrapping himself around the other male as he shivered from the cold air against his damp skin.

Dev laughed, wrapping his arms around Jos in return and taking his lips in a slow, lazy kiss, until Jos absently dropped what was in his hands on the ledge behind Dev and twined his hands up around Dev's neck, holding him in place as he deepened the kiss.

"Washing,"Dev finally gasped out, pulling back. "Supposed to be washing."

Jos smiled, flicking his tongue quickly across Dev's lips before reaching behind the male and grabbing the soap. He looked into Dev's eyes a moment, then with awicked grin went right for the kill, hands dropping to Dev's groin, making him jerk and smother a curse. Jos grinned and kept his actions cool, cleaning Dev's body with a detached touch, knowing he was driving Devoncrazy. Dev trembled as he fought the urge to move, to make Jos touch his harder, to make the situation hotter, knowing that if he gave in he would ruin the tension Jos was slowly building.

Screw tension, he thought as Jos's hands slipped over his ass. I want heat. With alow growl he reached forward, grabbing Jos and crushing him against his body, thrusting his tongue into the male's mouth as he cupped Jos's ass and ground their erections together.

"Asshole,"he breathed against Jos's lips as the other male let out a low laugh.

Jos stilled, then gave a wicked grin. "If you insist."

Before Dev could respond Jos spun him around, pressing his front against the cold tile wall, making him gasp and jerk. Dev made to push away from the wall, then went still when Joscelin pressed his body against his, rubbing the lightly together, his cock sliding against Dev's ass. Dev groaned, closing his eyes and resting his forehead against the wall, panting lightly as Jos teased and taunted amoment more, knowing the male was slowly working his way to what they both wanted.

Jos smiled at Dev's relaxed compliance, loving that he was sitting back and letting Jos pleasure him, stroke and touch him as much as he wanted. Suddenly needing to be inside Dev, Jos gripped his cock and slid it into place, spitting into his hand and quickly slicking the head before slowly pressing forward. Dev inhaled sharply, moaning as the head of Jos's cock slid inside, the male thrusting slowly, pushing his length in side with agonizing slowness. Jos breathed heavily as he fought the urge to slam his cock all the way in, not wanting to hurt Dev much as they both would enjoy it at the time. Finally with a moan he slid the last inches hard inside, Dev moaning and pushing back, silently demanding more.

Dev groaned as his body adjusted to the hard length inside him, waves of pleasure rippling through him. "Harder," he gasped out, shivering as Jos bent his head and placed a kiss against his should, trailing a wet fingers lightly across the crease of his ass before pulling back and shoving back in, making Dev groan and shudder. Jos moaned as he slowly drew back, struggling for control as he lightly teased Dev before driving back in.

Wrapping an arm around Devon's hips Jos stopped playing and began thrusting in earnest as his lust flared to a near unbearable level. On hand on Dev's hip, holding him still, the other sliding quickly along the male's hard shaft Jos drove into Dev hard, leaning his forehead on his should and panting, groaning softly with every thrust. Dev moaned, the delicious friction of Jos's cock dragging slowly out of him, then slamming back in again sending him higher and higher.

Dev shuddered as pressure built along the length of his cock, Jos moving faster and faster, until with a hard shudder Dev came. He threw his head back, shouting out Joscelin's name, thrusting into the male's hand. Jos hissed low as he felt Dev come, milking the last drops from the male's cock before removing his hand and shifting, fingers digging into Devon's hips as he thrust with asingle-minded intensity, focusing only on the release just out of reach, until with a shout he slammed forward, pressing Dev into the wall as he released inside him.

They stood for a moment, panting, before Jos slowly stepped back, moaning as his cock slid free. With surprisingly steady hands he grabbed up the shampoo, working it into Dev's hair, gently kissing the male's shoulder as his did so, sucking lightly to leave a mark behind. Pulling Dev under the spray Jos turned him around and capture his lips, slipping his tongue into the male's mouth, sighing and relaxing against him as Dev's arms curled up around him.

Wordlessly they separated, Dev rinsing quickly off, Jos taking the chance to clean up before slowly shutting off the water. They stood silently, staring at each other, dripping wet and sated, neither wanting to break the sudden serious silent that had cropped up between them

"We're going to talk now, aren't we?" Jos finally asked, speaking with reluctance.

"Yeah,"Dev said quietly. "We're going to go to my house. And then we are going to talk."

Jos nodded, looking for his clothes and frowning. "Um...You wouldn't happen to have any spare clothes, would you?" he murmured, stepping forward and picking up adripping shirt, looking around and seeing that his pants were in no better condition.

"Yeah,"Dev said slowly, clearly trying to hide his laughter. "I think I might. Hold on a second."

Jos turned and watched appreciatively as Dev's fine backside disappeared around the corner, shaking his head as he picked up his clothes and wrung them out. Striding after Dev he caught a pair of shorts and a T-shirt in the face.

"Those,"Dev said with a grin. "Are for you. And these," he said, grabbing the pile of clothes from Jos's hands "Are going in my bag. And this," he spoke, running ahand along Jos's cock. "Is amazing, and I think I worship it as a religious idol."

Jos blinked, then grinned. "Now I know what you meant when you were talking about getting your ego stroked," he murmured, pulling the loose gym shorts on, pausing to watch Dev's move as he pulled a shirt on before tugging his own over his head. "It really does wonders for the self esteem."

"Yes,"Dev said with a grin, grabbing up his gym bag. "It does, doesn't it?"

Jos slung Dev's back pack onto his shoulder, already having gotten rid of his and followed Dev out of the locker room, glancing at the door to the trainer, where the sound of pounding metal music could be heard.

"Didn't know she was so..."

"Hardcore?Head bangin'? Odd?" Dev supplied with a grin.

"Not quite," Jos said with an answering smile. "Though it is a bit odd. She seems like a very gentle, very...pop-ish person. Though right now I am grateful she isn't."

"Why's that?" Dev asked, tilting his head to the side.

"Because we were loud. Very, very loud."

Devon was silent a moment. "Yeah, that is a good reason to be grateful."

"Yes, it is." Jos murmured, falling into step beside him as they left the building.