Date: Fri, 15 Nov 2002 20:41:36 -0800 (PST)
From: Corrinne S <mdaigle@prodigy.net>
Subject: Sean and Jamie - Part One - 1949

Sean and Jamie - Part One: 1949

By M. C. Gordon

Part one in a series about two fictional lovers, Sean
O'Leary and James Gordon.  All of the Sean & Jamie
stories are about men loving men.  Many of them
include scenes of sexual gratification.  Unless this
is legal in your jurisdiction, you must leave now.  To
my knowledge, Sean and Jamie are my own creations and
bear no actual resemblance to any other fictional
characters.

The story:

Sean wasn't sure why he was in this place.  He only
knew that he had heard friendly laughter coming
through the open door and felt compelled to enter the
establishment.  He had just ordered a drink when a
tall lad of about seventeen or eighteen approached
him.

"Hello," Sean heard a thick Scottish brogue.  "I'm
James Gordon.  You are?"  A fine boned hand was
extended, the fingers long and slender.

"O'Leary," he replied.  "Sean O'Leary," and grasped
the hand in a firm shake.  The touch sent a spark
running through him.

"An Irishman then.  What brings you to Edinburgh?
University?"

"No," Sean replied as he slowly withdrew his hand.
"I'm at University in Dublin.  I'm on holiday at the
moment."  He found himself looking into the most
beautiful deep blue eyes he had ever seen.  They tried
talking for a while, but the pub was very loud.

"Would you care to go someplace a little more quiet
for a cup of tea?"

"Yes, James, I believe I would."

"My friends call me Jamie."

They were a handsome pair as they slowly made their
way down the narrow streets.  Sean was tall, large
boned and muscular with deep auburn hair and emerald
green eyes.  Jamie was also tall, but with a slender
build, raven hair, and eyes that sparkled like
sapphires.  They easily drew the attention of the
young ladies in the area who, upon seeing them, would
whisper, giggle, and blush behind their fans.  Sean
and Jamie were oblivious to the havoc they created in
the female population.

The afternoon passed quickly.  They slowly roamed the
streets of Edinburgh, Jamie pointing out places of
interest on occasion.  As they walked, they talked
about everything they could think of.

Sean learned that Jamie had bee pretty much on his own
since age thirteen.  His mother, visiting friends in
London, had died there - one of the victims of the
Blitz.  His father, an RAF pilot, had been shot down
and was presumed dead.  Jamie, along with his brothers
and sisters, had been parceled out among family.  But
certain aspects of Jamie's personality had met with
disapproval, so he had struck out on his own when he
turned fifteen.  His parents had left a sizable estate
and Jamie's share was enough to allow him a modest
life while he studied to become an artist.

Sean had been born and raised in Dublin, the only
child of hard working parents.  They had been mildly
shocked when, at age fourteen, he had announced that
he preferred boys to girls.  Once they realized that
Sean was serious, they supported his decision and went
on about the business of their lives.  He was studying
to become a novelist.  Thus he could live quietly and
work at home, away from prying eyes and unwanted
questions.

Both could play the piano.  Jamie claimed some
experience with the bagpipes while Sean admitted to
being a 'passing fair' tenor.  Each was aware of the
sexual attraction between them.  But each was afraid
to take that first, small step.  They recognized the
potential for a close friendship.  Without their ever
realizing it, evening was upon them.  Jamie walked
Sean to the small inn where he was staying.

Standing outside the closed door to his room, Sean
looked into Jamie's eyes.  He reached out and took one
of Jamie's slender hands into his own, gently rubbing
his thumb across the delicate bones.  Then he turned
it over and slowly lifted it to his lips and kissed
the palm.  Jamie moved closer to Sean and their lips
met.  Softly, gently, their lips touched.  Sean had to
remind himself to breathe as the sweet warmth of
Jamie's lips caressed his own.  He had been kissed
many times before, but never had he felt such a deep
need.

Jamie broke the kiss.  His breathing ragged, face
flushed and body trembling, he pressed a cheek to
Sean's face and whispered, "Can we meet again
tomorrow?"

Sean put one arm around Jamie's waist, pulling him
closer.  His other hand went to Jamie's neck as they
kissed again.  Feeling Jamie's arms embrace him, Sean
ran his tongue across Jamie's full, moist lips and let
it slide slowly into the warmth of his mouth.
Thrusting, probing, searching, tasting, until neither
could breathe, he pulled away.  "Does that answer your
question?"

It took a conscious effort for Jamie to remain steady
on his feet.  "All right, then.  I'll see you around
ten in the morning?"  Reluctantly, he turned and
walked it away, finding it difficult to not walk as if
he were drunk.  But then, perhaps he was.  Jamie had
had his share of lovers, but this ... this Sean ...
there was something different this time.  He felt as
if he had found a kindred spirit.  With tears in his
eyes he slowly headed toward the small, lonely room he
had called home for far too long.

Sean watched him walk away, the memory of their kisses
burning across his lips.  He knew only one thing: he
intended to get into James Gordon's pants if it was
the last thing he did in his life.

The morning air was crisp as they made their way out
of town on bicycles.  They stopped and ate the lunch
supplied by Jamie's landlady.  "She lost her husband
in the War.  She rents rooms in her house to support
herself and her daughter.  I've been there for three
years," Jamie was telling Sean.  "She's a good sort.
Accepts me for who I am and doesn't ask questions."

"She's a fine cook," Sean replied finishing off the
last of the cold roast mutton.

Their lunch finished, they gathered up the remains,
folded the blanket they had been sitting on, and
placed it all in the wicker basket on Jamie's bicycle.

"How much further are we going?" Sean asked.

"Not much.  The old castle is about two kilometers
from here."

The sky had been clouding up over the course of the
morning.  Before they got much further, it started to
rain.  The slow, gentle rain quickly turned into a
downpour.

"There."  Jamie said, pointing to his right.  "There's
the castle.  It has an old tunnel where we can get in
out of the rain."

They fell laughing to the dirt floor of the old stone
tunnel.  Sean looked around in the dim light and
noticed ancient runes carved into the walls.

"Look at this, Jamie," he said.

"Aye, I know.  I come here often.  'Tis one of my
favorite places."  Jamie sat on a large rock and
leaned back against a wall.  " 'Tis so quiet here.
Sometimes I can close my eyes and imagine all the
people who ever lived in this old place, their lives
and loves.  Just think of all the births and deaths
that happened here, Sean, long before we were ever
born.  Sometimes I think I can even hear their
voices."

Sean looked down at Jamie.  His eyes were closed, a
wistful expression on his face.  'He has the soul of a
poet' Sean thought.  Then he noticed that Jamie was
trembling slightly.  Their clothing was drenched from
the rain.

"Jamie, you're freezing.  Here, get out of those wet
clothes.  You can wrap the blanket around yourself
until you're warm."

Jamie removed his soaked shirt, slacks, and underwear
and quickly wrapped himself in the warm blanket, but
not quickly enough.  Sean caught a glimpse of pale
skin covered in gooseflesh.  And he found himself
gazing into blue eyes that peered at him shyly through
long black lashes.

"Is there room in the blanket for both of us, do ye
think?" he asked.

Jamie blushed slightly but nodded his head.  Sean
removed his own wet clothes and was soon cocooned in
the blanket as well.  Sean slipped his hand to the
back of Jamie's neck and drew him in for a soft,
tender kiss.  Jamie responded as Sean had expected him
to.  Sean began kissing harder, probing the interior
of Jamie's mouth with his tongue.

Placing his mouth to Jamie's ear he whispered "Do you
want this as much as I do?"

His answer was a husky "yes" as Jamie returned the
kiss, his body brushing against Sean.  Feeling the
layer of gooseflesh that still covered Jamie, Sean
began running his hands across the slender frame, as
much for passion as for warmth.  Their kisses became
deeper, more demanding.  Their hands caressed each
other, fingers tracing circles across nipples.  Their
bodies pressed against each other and Sean moved Jamie
onto his back.  Lying on Jamie, Sean began to move
their cocks together.  Jamie responded and arched
himself against Sean.  Sean felt Jamie's muscles
tighten and tried to slow things down, but it was too
late.  Jamie released himself between their bodies and
Sean followed only seconds later.

"No!" Sean cried.  "Not long enough, it wasn't long
enough!"

As Jamie's body relaxed beneath him, Sean realized
that he was trembling again.  They had thrown the
blanket off in their passion and Jamie was cold again.
 Lying down beside him, Sean covered them both once
more and pulled Jamie against him.  Jamie smiled at
him, contentment in the sated eyes.  Sean kissed him
tenderly on the lips.  His head resting on Sean's
shoulder, Jamie was quickly asleep.  Sean watched the
rise and fall of his chest for a while, then settled
comfortably and drifted off to sleep himself.

Jamie woke slowly, a little confused by the warmth of
the body next to his.  Then he remembered, Sean.  He
was more than a little surprised at himself.  He had
never fallen asleep with a sexual partner before.
When he and his friends got together it was usually
for quick sex, just enough to ease the need.  He lay
there, quite still, admiring the beauty of the boy in
his arms.  He ran his fingers through Sean's auburn
curls and tenderly brushed his hand against Sean's
face.

Sean stirred slightly and opened his eyes to see Jamie
looking at him.  Without a word, Sean reached up and
drew Jamie closer to him, raising his lips for a kiss.
 Jamie's lips were soft and gentle against his but the
serge of heat that ran through Sean's body demanded
more.  The kisses that he returned were hard,
insistent.  His hands moved swiftly down Jamie's body.
 Feeling Jamie harden against his thigh, he knew what
he wanted.

Leaving Jamie's lips, Sean ran his tongue down Jamie's
neck and chest to his nipples.  A shudder ran through
Jamie as Sean sucked one sensitive nipple into his
mouth, twirling his tongue across it.  His hand found
Jamie's balls and carefully caressed them.  Jamie was
writing beneath the onslaught, small moans of pleasure
escaping from him.  Unable to wait any longer, Sean
moved and took Jamie into his mouth, hands still
caressing Jamie's balls.  His tongue passed slowly
across the flared tip, licking at the droplets of
fluid.

He stopped long enough to pump Jamie's cock with his
hand, bringing more of the precious fluid.  Taking
Jamie into his mouth again his fingers sought the
opening to Jamie's body.  He slowly eased one finger
in as Jamie's hips bucked and he thrust himself into
Sean's hungry mouth.  Jamie's hand was on Sean's cock,
the slender fingers tracing up and down the length of
it.  Sean increased his suction and quickened the
tempo of his fingers as Jamie reached his climax,
releasing himself into Sean's mouth.  Attempting to
swallow it all, Sean felt his own body convulse as he
shot into Jamie's hand.

Weak and trembling with the power of the passion, Sean
returned to reality.  Clasping Jamie close to him,
Sean kissed him softly, brushing away sudden and
unexpected tears.

"Jamie?  'Tis getting late.  We should start back if
we want to be in Edinburgh before dark."

Sean slept late the next morning, a thing he seldom
did. Stretching lazily and laying his head back
against the pillow, he let his mind stray back to the
day before, and smiled at the memory of Jamie in his
arms.  He had been invited to have lunch with Jamie at
his rooming house.  Sean dressed and was quickly out
the door.  It was too early for lunch but he wanted to
be with Jamie as much as possible.

A rather tall, large boned woman with a dusting of
gray in her auburn hair greeted him at the door.

"Beggin' your pardon, Ma'am, is Jamie here?"

"You must be Sean.  Come in.  Jamie's in his room.  He
seems to have caught a chill yesterday and isn't
feeling well.  But he's been expecting you and I'm to
take you straight up."

The room was filled with the pungent aroma of herbs in
a pan of warm water simmering on a hotplate.  Jamie
was lying in bed, his skin flushed with fever.  Sean
crossed the room and sat on the edge of the bed.

"Jamie," he said, running the back of his fingers
across the fevered brow.  "Is there anything I can do
to help, Mrs. .. Mrs?"

"Kellogg, but just plain Mary will do.  I've been
trying to keep him sponged down to ease the fever, but
I've so many other things to do.  If you don't mind,
it would be a great help to me if you could do that."

Seeing the look on Sean's face she added, "It's all
right.  I know about Jamie.  Mind you, I'm not saying
that I understand.  But the poor lad has known so
little happiness in the last few years.  When he was
telling me last night that he took you out to see the
old ruins yesterday, he seemed happier than he has
been in a long time."  She patted Sean on the shoulder
and left the room.  "I'll just be back with more water
and perhaps a bit of broth."

Mary Kellogg was in throughout the day.  Occasionally
she replenished the herbs.  She brought a hearty lunch
for Sean and broth for Jamie.  As night neared, she
entered the room carrying a bundle of clothing.  "You
might as well stay," she said.  "I know that none of
Jamie's things will fit you, but you're about the same
size as my late husband.  You can bathe and change
while the rest of my guests eat supper.  I'll bring
you up a tray later."

Bathed, fed, and dressed in Sgt. Kellogg's pajamas,
Sean slid softly into the bed.  It was barely large
enough for both of them.  Jamie was still feverish,
but improved.  Sean curled himself around Jamie and
drifted off to sleep.

The days passed with a lazy happiness.  Jamie
recovered quickly from his chill and Mrs. Kellogg
insisted that Sean move from the inn and stay with
Jamie.  Their days were filled with conversation and
longing, their nights with passion.

Two weeks later Sean faced Jamie.  "I have to go.  My
classes start again in a few days.  I'll write to you
every week."  He took Jamie, who had been crying for
hours, into his arms.  "Don't cry.  I don't want this
to be the memory that I carry away with me.  I'll be
back.  I just don't know when."

Six months passed.  It was late one evening when Jamie
returned to his room, his body tired and aching.  It
didn't matter how or with whom he had sex anymore.
'Damn you, Sean O'Leary,' he thought.  'How long has
it been?  Why don't you answer my letters?'  Throwing
himself across the bed where he and Sean had made such
sweet love to each other, he let go of the tears he
had been holding back.  'I swear, I'm never falling in
love again!'

Meanwhile, Sean sat still under a tongue lashing from
his mother.  "Sean, what am I to do with you?  We both
know that you love that lad in Scotland.  Why don't
you write to him, and him writing to you two and three
times a week?"

Sean had been trying to forget Jamie.  He enjoyed
being with his many sexual partners and didn't want to
be tied down to one man.

"The least you can do is let him know that it's over,
if that's what you feel."

Sean spent the next several days going over the
conversation.  Finally, he approached his mother and
asked, "May I ask you a question?"

Jamie tried to ignore the soft knock on his door.  It
only grew louder and more insistent.  "I'm trying to
work, Mrs. Kellogg.  Please go away."  Jamie was in a
sullen mood.  He returned to the picture he was
working on, one of himself and Sean.  He had drawn
hundreds of them in the past six months - lifelike,
erotic drawings.  When this one was finished it would
go the way of the others, torn into a thousand pieces
and burned.  Jamie desperately wished that he could do
the same with the ache in his heart and the memories
that invaded his every waking moment.

He looked up as the door opened to see Sean standing
there, one hand on the doorknob and the other on the
doorframe.  Jamie looked into eyes he thought he would
never see again and thought, 'I won't let him hurt me
this time.'

Sean could see the pain on Jamie's face and was well
aware of who had caused that pain.  Looking directly
into Jamie's blue eyes he said, "Come with me."

"Why?  What do you want of me, Sean?"

"I want you to come to Dublin with me.  I've talked
things over with my mother.  She knows all about you,
about us.  She said it would be fine if you came to
live with us.  You can continue your studies in
Dublin."

Sean walked into the room.  Jamie stood but was frozen
in place.  He slowly laid his sketchpad down on a
small table.  Sean reached forward and took Jamie's
face into his hands.  "I love you, James Gordon.  I
want to spend my life with you."  That said, Sean
captured Jamie's mouth with his own.

Jamie leaned against Sean, his arms encircling Sean's
back and waist as he returned the kiss.  "Oh, Sean.  I
love you."

Mary Kellogg spared one glance at the two young men
and closed the door.  With tears in her eyes she
started down the stairs to place a 'room to let' sign
in the front window of her boarding home.

Written in 1999

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