This should follow right where the last one left off.

WARNING: This contains (poorly-written) sex between two guys. You have been warned.

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Jack's perfect lips parted as he leaned forward. Damien tried to step backward, eyes widened. Sure, he didn't mind doing the 'favor' for Jack every once in awhile, however the thought of Jack dirtying himself for Damien's sake seemed absolutely disgusting. He made a sound of protest, but Jack had locked onto his waist. Pushing the boy way from his hips was about impossible with both lanky, slightly muscular arms wrapped around him.

Jack's mouth was around him a moment later, taking in his full length. Damien held in a groan, as his hand tangled in Jack's hair. For not knowing what he was doing, Jack was doing a pretty amazing job of sucking him off. Maybe he had been paying attention when Damien did it for him.

He groaned as Jack squeezed his head against the back of his throat. His eyes fell, half shut, and he felt himself pulling Jack even closer.

Jack turned his head, trying to take in as much of Damien as he could. He wasn't so sure he was doing a good job, but Damien's moans encouraged him. This was a lot stranger then he'd originally thought. Damien made it seem so easy and natural when he did this type of thing… Maybe it was confidence.

The temptation was getting harder to control, but when he finally was ready to release he pushed Jack's face away. His knees weakened and he collapsed into his knees, trying to catch his breath. He watched Jack who was wiping something from his shoulder… Well, that had been close.

Jack looked at the liquid curiously. He brought one finger to his mouth, about to lick it.

"Don't," Damien said, making him freeze. "That's just nasty."

Somehow, after what he'd just done, Damien calling that nasty was really funny. Jack had to stop himself from laughing out loud.

One of Damien's eyebrows arched perfectly. He wasn't sure what Jack found so amusing, but he smiled anyway. Pulling himself up off the ground, Damien gave Jack a short peck on the lips. He didn't plan on kissing the younger boy properly until he'd brushed his teeth thoroughly.

Their foreheads rested against each other's for a moment before Damien stood up. Jack scooted backwards from the edge, and allowed the brunette to straddle his waist. He shivered under Damien's cool hands as they slid down his chest.

Damien could feel Jack's semi-hard through his dress pants, although he wasn't yet sure Jack had noticed it. He placed a leg between Jack's, adding a little friction. Of course, his hard-on seemed to be returning swiftly.

Jack shivered under Damien. They'd never had sex before, and the anxiety was killing him. What if he was no good at it? What if Damien decided he didn't want him after-

Damien's warm hands met his skin, and quickly all real thoughts disappeared from Jack's mind. He tried to hold back a groan as Damien's hands began massaging his skin. That combined with the tension he was suddenly receiving down south, Jack's mind was completely blank of everything logical. Lust was the only thing he knew in that moment, and at this point he hardly seemed to care.

Jack let out another little moan as Damien's teeth brushed his skin. He had been kissing Jack's neck, which he'd already found to be sensitive. Of course, he hadn't realized just how sensitive. He bit down lightly, causing Jack to squirm beneath him.

He chuckled into Jack's ear, "Be glad I'm not an adult vampire or we'd really be in trouble when we returned."

Jack didn't reply, simply leaned his head against Damien's shoulder. He knew the tell-tell blush would be spreading across his nose and cheeks. Although Damien seemed to love his blush, he still found it too embarrassing.

He breathed in Damien's scent, suddenly aware he was being held against the other. Damien was nuzzling the top of his head. He wondered how long that would last. He loved when Damien got all cute and "cuddle-able" but he really had other things in mind… Although, the vanilla-scented-whatever that was that Damien used was pretty alluring too.

Damien broke the embrace. He turned Jack's face up toward him, stealing a kiss before leaning the boy back down. He yanked Jack's pants off easily, pausing to get a good look at him. Jack was so beautiful, even in the poor lighting of the cabin. Lighting?

He grinned mischievously, righting himself. Jack stared up at him, blinking in confusion, but Damien ignored him as he stood up. The light switch was conveniently located close to the bed they shared.* Damien flicked it quickly, although he paused before returning to Jack. There was still time to back out… They didn't have to do this now…

His thoughts were cut short by squeaking of the mattress. How could he even reconsider? It wasn't like they'd get this opportunity again anytime soon.

He hovered over Jack, held up with an arm, giving him a quick kiss before straddling the boy's hips once more. Their erections collided as Damien groaned out in surprise. Jack had removed his boxers? He trust himself against Jack once more.

"Oh, Jack," he couldn't help moaning. He wrapped a hand around them both, pumping them together. Jack's back ached underneath him, his own beautiful voice screaming out as well. Damien sped up, completely lost in the moment. He was going to cum, he realized, listening to Jack crying out his name.

"Damien… stop… hold… on…" Jack shouted in between hard breathes. As amazing as his was, he didn't want things to end this quickly. "The lube… is in… my pocket…" he said, trying to slow his breathes. Damien disappeared within a blink, apparently to get the small container from Jack's suit pocket. Jack allowed himself a moment to breathe before the older boy returned, reappearing above him.

Damien placed a short, but sweet, kiss on Jack's forehead. He was already lubing up a couple of fingers with the cool gel-like substance.

Jack bit back a moan as Damien slowly inserted one of his long fingers. A second swiftly followed the first, scissoring to loosen him up. It hurt, it always did, but the real thing was going to be much more intense.

Damien was kneeling between Jack's legs, watching as his lover was trust back and forth along the mattress. He let himself be pushed back into the pillow, before shifting back to met Damien's fingers once more. Damien cursed himself for the thought, but it was hard not to imagine that it was something else of his doing this to Jack.

Damn. Damien was reaching his limit and he hadn't even done anything yet!

Jack opened his eyes, feeling completely empty without Damien filling him. The older was squeezing more of the lube into his palm. Jack looked away slightly embarrassed before Damien applied to his manhood. Somehow, that just seemed awkward.

"Jack, come here." Damien said. He was positioned with his back against the headboard, waiting for Jack to mount his lap.

Jack obeyed, moving to kneel over him. From there, he let Damien guide his waist down. He paused when Damien released his hip, positioning his now slick manhood against Jack's entrance. Then, with Damien's encouragement, he continued downward.

Fuck.

Jack stopped. He was burning inside, literary burning. His eyes had squeezed shut, and he was biting his lip to keep from whimpering. There was no way he was going to continue.

Damien's eyes had drifted shut when he'd first pierced Jack's entrance. However, now they reopened, trying to understand why Jack had stopped not even halfway.

He nudged upward a bit, only to receive a very pained expression from Jack. He frowned, debating on what to do next. Obliviously, he needed to be in more control of the situation. Carefully, he pushed Jack up and off his lap.

"Grab the headboard," he breathed, moving behind Jack. Once again, he positioned himself against Jack, who'd become much more tense. "It won't hurt if you loosen up a bit." He said, though it wasn't the whole truth. It wouldn't hurt as long as Damien kept moving.

Jack let out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding and spread his legs a little farther. He wasn't very sure what the heck 'loosen up' was supposed to mean. But Damien seemed content with what he'd done.

Once again, the sheering hot pain erupted. He didn't cry out, though he did bite through his lip. However, the pain lessened quickly. Damien was moving slowly, letting him get used to the initial pain. At the same time, it was starting to actually feel good. Soon enough, he was moving to meet Damien's thrust, pushing him to go faster.

Damien let himself speed up, but only a little. Jack was probably going to miss another night of school after this.

One of Damien's hands slid down Jack's hip and into his crotch. There was no way he was going to be 'the first' to release, though he doubted Jack would care. He fisted the other's member to time with his own thrusts.

All it took was a slight brush of prostate and Jack came all over his hand. It was that last moan of his name that sent Damien over the edge as well.

They collapsed back onto the bed, breathing heavy. Jack muttered a low, 'love you' before attempting to pass out. However, this time Damien made sure that he didn't fall asleep on him. They had to get back to the school after all.

Jack ended up taking a shower, which Damien was more than tempted to join in on. However, he was stuck cleaning up the mess they'd made in the cabin. The sheets he wasn't sure if he should wash, it'd take too long, but he ended up tossing them in the washing machine. Yeah. A cabin with a washer and dryer. Just what had the world come to?

"Damien, you freaking ruined these pants." Jack said, shaking his head with disapproval. He was completely right of course, Damien observed.

"Well, it was your idea to attend the dance. Honestly, I would have been fine skipping that."

Jack pouted, "So that doesn't mean you're taking me to prom too?"

Prom? Was Jack serious? Sure, he'd be fine going if Jack really wanted but…

But, then again…

"Of course I'm taking you to prom," Damien said, "But, naturally, I get to pick the hotel we go to."

They were some of the first to arrive back at the school, but fortunately no one questioned them. Silently, they made their way back to Damien's room. There was no screwing around. Not this time at least. Instead, they found themselves cuddled together on the single bed, muttering silent, 'I love you's.'

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I will get back to serious stuff soon, I promise! Thanks to everyone who waited patiently for this chapter. Things have just been very busy lately. Hope to see you all soon!

*It was one of the many benefits of being a fictional character.