Date: Tue, 15 Sep 2009 02:22:21 -0400
From: branjenki@gmail.com
Subject: Jace-Alexander -- Chapter 1

I look over all the kanji one last time, wondering how in the hell I'm
going to remember all of them. I throw my textbook in my bag, grab my
notebook and rush out of my room. I slam into Victoria, coming out of her
adjacent room.

"Shit, sorry V. I'm late." I offer as I lock my door and run past her
towards the elevators.

"Yeah, `sorry' doesn't do away with the ouch. I'm hitting you later," she
calls after me.

"OK, thanks!" I call back as I get to the elevators and hit the button
eight times. C'mon, damnit. This exam is worth 40% of my grade. I'll need
all the time I can get. As the elevator light finally comes on and the door
begins to open, I realize I'm not wearing a coat. Three inches of snow on
the ground and 16 degrees outside...kind of a problem.

"Fuck!"

I dash back to my room, fumble with my key while I spew an indistinct
stream of curses, get inside, grab my North Face and slam the door behind
me, not even bothering to lock it. As I'm sprinting back to the elevators,
I see one closing with someone inside...

"Hold it!" I yell.

An arm flies out and stops the door. Had I been paying attention I would
have noticed how beefy that arm was...

"Thanks" I manage to get out through my heavy breathing.

"No problem, Jap."

I inwardly groan. Of all the elevators in the world... I look up to a
smirking Christian, his green eyes taunting me. Jerk.

"For the last time, stop calling me Jap! Not only is that not my name..." I
start to admonish him as his smirk starts to blur.

"But...but..." I try to get my bearings as everything goes out of focus and
Christian's teasing smile turns into a mask of concern.

"Jace?" he says, with a tinge of worry in his voice.

His face is getting closer and then...everything fades to black.

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I wake up before I open my eyes and try to figure out what's going on. Did
I go to sleep? I don't remember that. I hear rummaging around me. Slowly I
open my eyes. My shades are drawn but I can still see the white sky peaking
through the gaps, reflecting the snow on the ground. I look over and see
what is unmistakably Christian's back. His short, curly blonde hair and his
broad shoulders and muscular back showing through his tight, green T-shirt
look so good. What the hell is he doing in here? I fish my phone out of my
pocket and check the time: 1:11p.  Suddenly everything comes back to me.

"Oh shit!" I exclaim.

Christian whips around. "Oh, good. You're up."

"Yeah, I'm up and fucking late to my final exam. I'm so gonna fail," I say
with a note of panic. I pop out of bed and start looking for my coat and
bag when I start feeling dizzy. I brace myself on the wall for support.

"Whoa, maybe you should lie back down, Jap. You already passed out on me
once today..."

He pushes me back into bed. The room is spinning so I don't refuse. Damnit,
I must have passed out in the elevator on the way to my exam. With
Christian. How embarrassing.

"That's not my name, asshole. And I need to get up and at least see my prof
before the exam ends."

"Ha, is that the way you talk to the guy who just rescued you?"

"What do you mean `rescued?'"

"I mean I caught your tight little body as you fainted in the elevator and
carried you back to your bed. Imagine if I wasn't there to catch you. You
know you're pretty tall, Jap. Woulda been a long way down..." he grinned
annoyingly.

I aim a weak kick at his leg. "My name is not Jap! Do you know how
offensive that is?!"

"But, you're not actually Japanese."

"Not the point!"

"Hey, hey, don't change the subject. This is the part where you're grateful
to me for being there in your time of need."

"Well it's pretty hard to feel grateful with that stupid, smug smile on
your face."

Damn. It's so annoying that Christian knows how hot he is. Makes me sick.
Doesn't make him any less hot, though.

"Well, try harder J-" he began.

"Call me `Jap' again and I aim for your balls next time," I threatened.

"Ha, OK, OK" he says as he kneels down and brings his face too close to
mine. He stares into my light brown eyes with his piercing green ones. I
get self-conscious and look away. He touches my face softly to get me to
refocus on him.

"Jace-Alex it is, then" he says with a perfect smile.

Shit. I feel way too vulnerable lying down with Christian hovering over me
like this. I take his hand away from my face and shift backwards into a
sitting position. Christian doesn't push it; he just smiles and goes back
to what he was doing at my desk, giving me an uninterrupted view at his
ass. Damn him.

Christian keeps calling me `Jap' because I made the mistake of telling him
my middle name a few weeks ago. A bunch of us was watching a movie after a
house meeting in the main lounge. Christian took the opportunity to sit
next to me and pester me with a bunch of whispered questions, knowing I
wouldn't get loud and tell him to shut up. It was easier to just talk to
him, so I ended up telling him about my little brother and our two dads.
Dad used to tell us all the time how adamant Daddy was about giving us the
names of mythical creatures for middle names. Daddy's really conceptual
that way. So, anyway, I got Phoenix and Ashley got Gryphon. Different
people think it's either lame or cool; Christian thought it was cool and
the smile he flashed when he told me so made these butterflies flutter
around in my stomach. I promptly excused myself from the movie at that
point but Christian's been calling me `Jap' (Jace-Alexander Phoenix) ever
since.

Christian's slamming straws on the desk to get them out of their wrappers
and then he turns around with two big plastic cups and offers me one.

"When's the last time you ate anything, Jace?"

"Uh..."

That was a good question. I'd cranked a paper out the night before and been
cramming for my Japanese final since then. I'd dozed off for a couple hours
but eating? Damn, it's probably been longer than a day.

"Ha, that would explain why you're passing out in elevators. And here I was
hoping you'd finally realized how attractive I am and had a natural
reaction."

I rolled my eyes hard at the suggestion that his beauty made me faint.

"Ha, didn't your dads teach you to take care of yourself? Or do you depend
on Michael..." he started.

"I can take care of myself just fine, thanks. Finals week just stresses me
out. And I guess it was all for nothing now that I've failed."

"Don't worry about that; Miyachi Sensei won't fail you. I already emailed
her explaining what happened. She hasn't responded yet but she'll be cool,
I promise. She'll let you make it up. Ochitsuite ne."  I stayed quiet. I
had no doubt about what he was saying but the gesture sort of got to me.
That was nice of him. I finally opened my mouth to thank him, but he cut me
off.

"Don't mention it, beautiful. Just drink up" he said as he took a seat next
to me on my bed and started to sip from his own cup.

I taste mine. It's a vanilla milkshake. My favorite.

"I got vanilla to be safe, I didn't know what you liked" he shrugged.

"Vanilla's fine."

I take off the lid to get at the whipped cream. The sugar starts to make me
feel better almost immediately.

"Where'd you get these? Who's even making them this time of year?"

"The Blue Commons. Milkshake special every Wednesday. Figured you could use
one" he smiled.

"You walked all the way over there?" I asked as I stuff a huge strawful of
whipped cream in my mouth.

"More like ran" he chuckled. "I didn't want you to wake up alone."

I finally let down the `Christian defenses' and smiled. That was more than
nice of him. It was sweet. Ever since I met Christian he's been coming onto
me openly, and I've been rebuffing him. He's gorgeous and everything but
you can just tell that he gets everything he wants because of his looks and
he knows how to use them. He also gives off this `dumb jock' vibe. That's
probably not all true, as this is one of the geekiest schools in the
country. But, still, I kinda go more for the intellectual type. Like my
boyfriend, Michael. Whom Christian knows about. I slurped down the rest of
my shake and looked up at him appreciatively. Christian leaned forward with
those dazzling whites on display and wiped some whipped cream off my full
upper lip.

"You missed some," he said. Nonchalantly, he puts his thumb at my lips and
I hesitantly suck the cream off.

I look away shyly. I said Christian knows about Michael, I didn't say he
cared.

"Gosh, you really attacked that thing. Guess I was right."

I turned back and smiled at him. Christian's smirk was back.

"Want some of mine?"

He took a sip from his cup and scooted closer to me, the whole time his
face getting closer. I knew what was coming but I just sat there,
frozen. Michael, Michael, Michael. C'mon, focus! Christian slowly came
closer, smirking the entire way, and kissed me, offering his tongue to me
to taste. Strawberry. Maybe I should branch out from vanilla after all...

The kiss deepened and even though the shake had cooled me down, the heat
coming from Christian warmed me right back up. Christian put his shake down
on the floor and grabbed my upper leg, pulling my lower body closer to his
as he leaned forward to lie on top of me. His weight felt amazing. My hands
roamed the muscular planes of his back and slowly made their way down
towards his firm butt. Christian ran his hands through my hair and kissed
me as if he'd never get the chance to do it again. When my hands finally
reached his ass and squeezed his cheeks through the denim, he broke the
kiss and looked down at me, his firm gaze plainly telling me how long he's
been waiting for this. I knew, as I looked back up at him that my own eyes
had betrayed me and told him the same.

Christian pulled back further, that teasing smirk back on his face as he
straddled my waist, and removed his T-shirt. His heavy pecs and rigid abs,
lightly dusted with blonde hair, really sealed the deal; no way was I
stopping at this point. I traced a path down his chest with my hand,
looking at him and biting my lower lip. He quickly helped me out of my
shirt exposing my smooth, naturally toned body. I was so much smaller than
he was. I mean, we were pretty much the same height at around 6'1" but he
had to have me beat by at least 40 pounds. Christian smiled again as he
reached for his milkshake. He removed the lid and splashed some of the pink
cold on my bare chest. I shivered and giggled instantly but had to bite
back a moan as he quickly lapped it up off my chest and made a trail
towards my neck with soft kisses. My neck is my weak spot; Christian must
have realized this because he kept up his assault as he began to grind his
hips into mine, making a pink mess between our chests and getting both our
dicks to throb. I manage to slip his jeans and underwear over his ass and
squeeze his bare cheeks, trying to get even closer to him. Christian
started to growl and suck on my neck feverishly, really getting into it
once I found his balls from behind and started to massage them. When I
dragged my finger from his balls to his ass and traced his hole, Christian
sat up again, lust in his eyes, and practically ripped my jeans off me.

My dick free from its denim confinements slapped up against my abs,
leaking. Christian smiled again and got up off the bed to remove his own
pants. As he did so, I slid to the edge of the bed and grabbed his hips,
pulling him towards me. His dick is sticking straight out at me, bigger
than mine is and wider too. I kiss and lick his abs as he runs his hands
through my hair and whispers words of encouragements, softly moaning. I
look up at him as I reach the base of his penis and stare tauntingly as I
lick my way down his length to his flared mushroom head. As I'm about to
take his head into my mouth, Christian stifles a moan and my heart starts
to pound as I hear knocking on my door...

"Jace-Alex?"

To be continued...(?)

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