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Jerome Clarke leaned against his bedroom door, watching the brunette rummage through his drawers. The tall handsome blond briefly wondered why on earth Fabian Rutter was even in his bedroom. But he shrugged, he had so many secrets, it would be impossible for him to tell which one the stuttering boy was after.

Jerome cleared his throat, and amusement danced in his deep blue eyes when Fabian shrieked, and jumped, gasping.

"Jerome!" he cried

Jerome nodded "Funny seeing you here," he stated, walking towards him.

"Is it?" Fabian stuttered, and Jerome was reminded why exactly he had given the boy the nick name 'Stutter-Rutter' in the first place. Jerome nodded

"Rather," he stated dryly "Considering this is my room,"

Fabian cleared his throat and stood tall "Jerome, I came in here to talk to you." Jerome raised his eyebrows, nodding, motioning with his finger for the boy to continue as he moved to stand right in front of him. Towering over the boy intimidatingly. "It's about Jasper."

Jerome's jaw clenched. And he turned away from Fabian, trying to rebuild his façade, to act cool. Fabian was getting a little too close to his secrets then he cared for. "Who? You mean your god-father Jasper?"

"Yeah." Fabian said worriedly, looking at the back of Jerome's head "I…over heard the both of you talking in the library the other day," he admitted, shoulders slumping. Jerome didn't turn around

"Over heard, or were you eaves dropping?"

"Over-heard." Fabian insisted, he caught hold of Jerome's shoulder and turned the boy around "What have you been doing with him?"

"Don't touch me." Jerome ground out, shaking his grip off of him.

"He's my god-father! Listen, Jerome I need to know-"

"It's none of your business!" Jerome growled, stepping forward so that their chests were touching. He sneered down at the boy "Why do you always have to but in? Stopping me with homework trade? Ratting me out to Mr Winkler? Telling Mrs Andrews I rigged the taps? Telling Mr Sweet that we let out the goose? Telling Victor that I was the one who smashed the window? Mind your own damn business Rutter."

Fabian glared up at him "It's not my fault you're always doing stupid things!" Fabian paused, rethinking his words, before sighing in defeat "Listen Jerome, all I want to do is find out if Jasper's a good guy. I mean…are you a good guy?"

"Why wouldn't I be?"

"You worked with Rufus Zeno! You….you appear to be working with Vera!"

Jerome said nothing. Working with Vera, now that was something he hadn't considered. Maybe that would help with getting closer to the gem. Closer to the collector. "Fabian, trust me, you don't want to know."

"You don't get to choose whether or not I want to know something!"

"Well you can't seem to make the bloody decision yourself!" Jerome cried

"I can!" Fabian roared, angry now "Now stop making excuses and tell me! Who is Jasper working for!"

The two boys glared at each other, when Fabian raised his hand and took a fist full of Jerome's soft blond hair. Jerome was about to laugh, he even fought like a girl, hair pulling? How Amber. But Fabian pulled Jerome's head down towards him, and crashed the tall lanky boys lips into his.

Shock coursed through Jerome as Fabian's surprisingly rough lips moved against his own. He felt Fabian's other hand take a fistful of his hair, tugging slightly. He could feel the boys anger, but he didn't know how respond. Obviously. Jerome Clarke had never kissed a boy before. So he almost jumped when Fabian bit his bottom lip harshly. It sent pain rushing through him…and…and something else. Something that excited him. He opened his mouth slowly, and Fabian's warm tongue slid into his mouth.

The sunlight streamed through the window into the quiet room, the only sound the contact between the two boys. The Prankster and the Nerd. Jerome stood there, somewhat awkwardly. Not sure what to do, and for once, he let himself be controlled by someone else.

When they pulled away Jerome was frozen. Fabian let his hands slide out of his hair and back down to his sides. They both breathed heavily "I…" Fabian started, licking his lips "I'm sorry."

But he wasn't. Fabian Rutter was not sorry. He did not regret that. He had wanted to kiss him for a while. And Jasper had just given him the right opportunity "Right." Jerome stated, still frozen.

"Um…are you okay?"

Jerome's eyes flickered down to him, and then realised how close they still were, he stepped back slightly "So….you're gay," he swallowed, nervous for the first time in years as he slid his hands into his pockets. He nodded, accepting it "That's…cool."

Fabian rolled his eyes "Yes. And I would appreciate it if you didn't tell anyone."

"Right." Jerome nodded "Of course." Fabian wanted to laugh, he was taking it better than Jerome was. They both stood in silence for a bit "So…you…y-do you….do you like…fancy me?"

Fabian grinned "For quite a while."

"Right." Jerome stated again, emotionless, awkwardly. He looked at Fabian, before pointing to himself "I'm not gay."

"Yeah right," Fabian laughed, "That's why you kissed me back," he shrugged as if it were obvious, and he were stating a fact. Jerome's eyes widened in shock

"I-I did not!"

Fabian raised his eye brows and laughed "Listen Jerome, I can prove to you, you're gay."

"I am not." Jerome stated. Fabian nodded, waving off his comment, pulling off his over shirt, and flinging it onto Jerome's bed. "What are you doing?" Jerome asked, watching as Fabian then gripped the edge of his gray shirt, lifting it up over his head.

"There," Fabian stated. Jerome turned away, facing the other wall immediately. He tried to keep the colour from his cheeks, that was not a Clarke thing to do. Blushing wasn't meant for them. Suddenly, he felt arms wrap around his waist, but he couldn't find words. He was spun around to see Fabian. In a whole new light. "It's not a bad thing," Fabian whispered, "To enjoy another guys body."

He unbuttoned the top of Jerome's red shirt. Jerome said nothing, his blue eyes darkening with lust. Eventually, Fabian slid it off him, to reveal the pale beauty. Jerome took a deep breath, so unsure. He swallowed, and reached a hand out to trail up Fabian's chest, up to his neck, then up to his brown hair, and much softer than Fabian had, he leaned down, and kissed him.

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