Part 2
Let It Take You
It was spring 2013. Dean and Jamie had been together for coming up to three years.
Life had moved on for the Archer family. Emily and Henry welcomed baby George in the summer of 2011. Quickly Jamie became the dotting ‘Uncle JJ.’ The family would look on with envious eyes when George and Jamie were in the same room, they had eyes for no one else but each other. Squidgy little arms would drop whatever they were doing or whoever they were cuddling and hold out for Uncle JJ.
Em adored the relationship. Usually a mess was made whenever Jamie was involved. Paints. Toys. Always chaos. Always trouble. Henry would roll his eyes with a grin, of course there was no chance of Uncle JJ being the disciplinarian among them.
Dean and Jamie’s eyes met regularly across the flock of fluffy black hair. Dean fell in love all over again. Every time Trouble held the precious little bundle. With just a look they spoke deeply. One day, when we’re able? When the world allow us? What do you think? We could do this couldn’t we?
Yes.
The stare always ended with a yes.
Despite Emily’s confession on Dean’s thirtieth that her and Henry were happy coasting through life as they were, George made them certain of a need to galvanise their relationship. A summer wedding in 2012 in the Cotswolds marked the end to their complacency and the beginning of a marriage. Inevitably Jamie was Team Bride while his handsome Big Boy assumed position as co-Best Man to Henry’s Team Groom with Lee.
Easter 2013
TRIX: We’ve neglected the Summer House. It’s been like three years! Let’s get up there and get wild Easter Weekend! Who’s with me?
Trix sent the text to the group. Traditions were traditions despite life moving on and evolving for the three of them.
LARS: I’m in!
Dean and Jamie’s relationship had served as a springboard for match making too. Gabby had struck up a relationship with Dean’s team mate Richard. Being completely inseparable since meeting at Dean’s thirtieth. Her appearance at more boisterous occasions were few and far between of late. None of them minded. They were happy for her. Just Lars and Trix to go. Jamie giggled at the prospect. Who the fuck could take on these two?
Lars was still the adored unofficially adopted little brother of Dean. Their friendship made Jamie laugh lovingly. Play fighting, pranks, defending Lars in clubs against bitchy queens. Three years in, Dean was still living up to his name. Magnificent.
“Babe, do we have plans this weekend?” Jamie ran his thumb over Trix’s message. He assumed position on the sofa in Notting Hill while Dean created another culinary delight for dinner a few days before the Easter holidays.
“I don’t think so. Hen, Em and G are away at her parents I think. Lee, well he’s just on his own anyway. Mum and Dad, I don’t even know if they’re in the country. Your family? What are you planning Trouble?”
Three years on and still that name. Still his badge of honour. Every time it was uttered, a wicked turn sprang up across the corner of his lip.
“Well I have a possible plan. We never did make the summer house did we? Trix’s parents?” Jamie got up and went to him. Playing his finger along the island as he walked.
“No we didn’t. Couldn’t get dates to line up. Is that what’s on the cards this weekend?” Jamie pushed up against him and shoved his hands into Dean’s shorts. Grabbing at him playfully. He kissed the back of his neck.
“Do you trust me?” Jamie whispered.
Dean turned. “Uh huh.”
“Good. We have the most exciting sex right?” Jamie kissed his lips, clasping a hand to the back of Dean’s head.
Dean was under Jamie’s control in an instant. His cheeks flushed a little more, eyes closed and he nodded.
“I want you and me to experience something. You have to promise you’ll trust me.” Jamie began to kiss gradually down Dean’s chest and stomach. Arriving at his crotch. That heavy mound ready within seconds to give Jamie what he wanted.
“Something that will set us on fucking fire. You still trust me baby?” Jamie snapped Dean’s shorts to his thighs and held Dean in his hand. Playing, teasing and grinning.
“Yeah. I’ll do it for you. Fuck.” Dean strained.
Jamie licked Dean’s head, peering up for approval. “It’s going to be intense. You want intense baby?” Another lick.
“Fucking always.” Dean’s hand snapped against the counter. Put it in your pretty mouth.
“Good boy.” Another lick.
“Jamie. Come on. Suck my cock. You can’t do this to me.” Dean went to grab his hair.
Jamie batted his hands back. “You promise you’ll do what I ask when we’re there?”
“Yes. Fuck. Yes I’ll do whatever you want.” Dean’s hands now fists.
“Ok Big Boy. I know you want to fuck my face so go ahead.”‘Jamie leaned back defiantly.
Dean took control and grabbed handfuls of blonde as gagging drowned the kitchen. “Take it all. You know you can.” Dean demanded with a whisper, holding him, some form of punishment for the tease, the defiance, the questions.
Jamie slapped his thighs. Not giving up. Dean came hard in his throat, stumbling forward. Still holding him. “Oh fuck.” He held him and held him. Jamie jerked and pushed away, sliding back onto the floor.
As Dean caught his breath and looked down at Jamie. Still hungry. Mouth open. Jamie wiped his mouth, and smirked.
Jamie got up and went to him again and kissed him hard. “You can go back to making our dinner now Big Boy.” He pulled Dean’s bottom lip between his teeth. Dean slapped his behind hard.
“Anything. I’ll do anything.” Dean stated again. He wanted to give Jamie everything.
Jamie wiggled his eyebrows. “Noted. I’m going to blow your fucking mind.” He trotted back to the sofa and jumped into the cushions with a satisfied sigh.
Dean whispered to himself. “You already have.”
JAMIE: We’re in. Bring the goodies.
Trix knew exactly what he meant.
Easter Saturday they drove out of London to the coast. Jamie stole looks at Dean. He looked pensive.
“Babe, are you ok? You seem on edge? You know I’m not going to force you to do anything tonight. It was bravado the other night. If you’re not comfortable then that’s ok.” He reached his hand over Dean’s. Resting on the gear stick.
“Sorry. I’m ok. I’ve only taken drugs twice before. Once with Harry, coke, way back when we were just starting out in London together. And smoked some weed with Hen when we were younger. It doesn’t do anything for me. I’m not judging, you know that right?” Dean always checking he hadn’t upset Jamie in any way.
“I know. You don’t have it in you to judge. If you aren’t sure about tonight that’s fine. I’ll stay off it too. I want you with me. We can watch them just be our entertainment.” Jamie giggled and squeezed his hand.
“Jaim, I trust you with my life. You know what to expect with this stuff, it’s an experience, it sounds pretty hot too. Promise me we’ll have alone time when this kicks in? I’m not just being sat on a sofa high like a teenager. If we’re going to take drugs, can we at least do it like adults? I mean get high, kiss and make love somewhere amazing? This part of England is stunning. You said about the woods and the beach?” Dean’s head flitted back and forth to Jamie. He was serious. If he was doing this, sex better be involved.
Jamie gasped at him. “Check you out getting into this. I love it! If you’re sure. I’ll make sure you won’t even know your name when I’m done, Archer.” Jamie looked across at him again. A mischievous grin spreading over his face. Dean’s focus on the road broke into a little smile. Jamie wanted to experience this with Dean but he knew he couldn’t push him beyond what he could cope with. Dean did the same for him. It was a matter of absolute respect.
“In here sexy boys!” Trix screamed from the door way. The house was incredible. A sprawling building peppered with sash windows and wisteria. Rose bushes clambered untidily from corners of the drive way. It was wild and beautiful. Much like the excited woman in the front door. “Get in here. Lars is out the back already. Jai, he’s smoking already for fuck’s sake. Dean, you gorgeous thing come here.” She hugged him and whispered. “You do whatever you feel comfortable with tonight.” She kissed him and disappeared into the house.
“Ok?” Jamie grabbed his cheek. He still wasn’t convinced but Dean seemed to have really settled into the weekend ahead. His face seemed more open and relaxed, his big eyebrows always an indicator.
He grabbed Jamie by the waist and pulled him into a movie kiss on the drive. Scooping him up and back. It was heavy, searching and Jamie could have given himself up to him right then and there. Dean’s tongue danced teasingly in his mouth. Jamie was leading this weekend but Dean knew just what to do make Wild Boy focus for a moment. Jamie whimpered in his mouth.
“Oh wow.” Jamie whispered. Focussed. Mission accomplished.
“There.” Dean held him. His huge smile hovering above Jamie.
“There?” Jamie asked. Still suspended.
“You asked if I was ok. I wouldn’t do that if I wasn’t. It was a polite way of telling you to shut the fuck up and stop asking. I have you, great friends, a beautiful house by the beach, apparently some pretty hot action to come. No pun intended. Jaim, I’m absolutely ok.” He slapped Jamie’s behind and pulled him to his feet. “Fuck off in to the house.” He ordered with a smirk. “I’ll get the bags, as usual.”
Jamie jumped. “Ok, straight through the hallway to the back. Love you!” He was gone.
“Yeah, yeah.” Dean rolled his eyes with a smile and grabbed the bags from the car.
Dean arrived in the kitchen. A room light with sandstone tiles, meters of cream marble and wooden cabinets. The sun cut a luminous line low over the cove that wrapped itself round the perimeter of the property. Everyone was golden.
He heard the chaos on the decking. He smiled, grabbed a beer and faced the music.
“Oh my god. Dean will you stop stalking me? I told you I don’t love you anymore. It was one time.” Lars shouted dramatically. Jamie and Trix huddled together laughing uncontrollably.
“But baby. You were the best. I can’t help myself. Should I chase you down again?” Dean went to him creeping his hand up his arm.
“Oh Mr Archer. I think you may have to.” With that Lars stubbed his joint in the ashtray and scarpered. Dean chased after him. Jamie and Trix looked on as they ran the length of the expansive garden, ending in Dean rugby tackling Lars to the floor. Hysterical laughs echoed.
“Well I think we can safely say Dean is part of the gang. Oh Jamie he’s so fab.” Trix lit a cigarette and offered Jamie one.
“They have such an amazing friendship. I’m almost jealous. Except I’m the one who gets to take him home.” He raised his eyebrows in a tease. “God I love him, Trix. It’s still as exciting as it was in the summer of 2010.” Jamie’s eyes fixed on Dean. Everything was wrapped up in him.
“You have said, darling. So I got the bombs. What’s your plan?” Trix managed through her contacts to obtain a stash of MDMA to make their evening go with a bang. At least that was Jamie’s plan. Quite literally.
“Ok, give him a couple of hours. I want him to relax. I don’t want to go into huge details but can you and Lars leave us here, on the deck and we’ll be gone. If we’re not back by morning, don’t be alarmed, we just had a fantastic night.” He giggled.
“Got it all figured out haven’t you babe? No that’s cool. We’ll probably go watch a horror film in the den. Really fuck us up.” She said nonchalantly. Jamie loved his childhood friend. Absolutely off the wall insane but razor sharp focus when it came to her career. Now a senior fashion consultant.
“I love you both very much. You’re the best.” Jamie hugged her tightly.
“My pleasure. I’m always happy when my friends are fucking, high, in my parents bushes.” She snapped her head back laughing loudly and carelessly.
Two hours later.
The time came. Trix read the look on Jamie’s face. His eyes switched between her and Dean looking for the right moment. “Lars. Den. Now.” Lars didn’t question her at all. They both up and left. Jamie had waited long enough. He got up and went to Dean. Straddling him in his chair on the decking. Dean pawed his behind.
“Baby it’s time. Are you sure? I love you. I’m obsessed.” Jamie kissed his neck. Dean’s eyes closed.
“You’re the boss. Do what you want with me.” Dean said, he was absolutely serious. He wanted to give Jamie what he wanted of him. He always did.
“Fuck. You’re so hot. I’ve been waiting for this for so long. Are you going to fuck me in the woods Big Boy? I need you. Fill me up. Give me everything.” Jamie curled himself around Dean’s neck. His whispers catching Dean’s ear. Dean’s thighs tensed round him.
Jamie got up. Dean swallowed deeply. Jamie was back in control. Dean was addicted to the knife edge he was riding between nerves and anticipation. Every moment was foreplay with Jamie.
“Follow me.” Jamie’s smile was bewitching. Dean was hooked. Always.
Jamie ran. He jumped off the decking and ran across the grass. Barefoot. The lawn wet and soft underfoot. He dug his toes in at the prospect of what would imminently occur. There was a heat in the air. A closeness. Like the air was fully of bodies in a confined space.
Dean huffed and followed. He watched as Jamie slowed into a jog as he arrived in a clearing in the woods. Jamie looked up at the canopy of green above him. Without a thought he removed his clothes. As if it was the most natural occurrence in that circumstance. Dean arrived and waited a moment. Watching him. He always stole moments to watch him. Jamie looked almost ethereal. His body, glistening from the closeness, angular and defined, earth beginning to snake up his legs from running. His blonde hair, other worldly against the dense woodland around him. A beacon. He was calling Dean in again.
“Come here.” Jamie’s asked quietly but firmly. Dean went to him and held him from behind. “I love you. You don’t need your clothes anymore. I want your body against mine.”
Dean kissed his head and smiled. No words. Just taking Jamie’s lead.
Jamie knelt to his jeans and delicately held the two small parcels. The size of thumbnails. He held them behind his back. A little anticipation building again. “You trust me, Big Boy? I won’t let anything happen to you.” He grabbed at Dean’s shaft, Dean’s excitement smearing his palm, he raised it and ran it across his tongue while peering deep into Dean’s eyes. “You’re ready for me. I love your taste. I’m addicted to you.” Jamie raised the same hand to Dean’s forehead. Dean didn’t care, he was completely under Jamie’s spell. Their bodies, their sweat, the earth, his excitement - from his fattening head, to Jamie’s palm and tongue, now his face. “Open your mouth for me.”
Dean slowly opened his mouth while holding Jamie’s back. Jamie placed a bomb on his tongue and kissed Dean. Sighing, Jamie’s tongue flipped the bomb from his mouth deep into Dean’s. He broke away. “Swallow baby.” Running a hand over Dean’s throat, tracing the bomb as it made its way into him. “You’re turn.”
Dean reciprocated.
“Oh good boy.” Jamie smiled.
Dean felt a warmness take over. Jamie in front of him, his features more clear than he’d ever seen before. “Wow.” Dean gripped him harder. Not letting go.
“You’re feeling it already? Let it take you. I’m here. I’ve got you.” Jamie’s voice started to consume Dean’s head. He was feeling the words, rubbing up against them. A physical touch.
“You’re fucking beautiful. I always knew it but shit. Wow.” He kissed Jamie. Pushing his weight onto him. They slipped and crashed to the floor. They didn’t care. They kept on kissing. Jamie turned liquid under his lips. His body, bound in muscle and mud.
Jamie wrapped his legs around Dean’s middle, both usually so pristine, both now lashed with earth. Dean let the drug take over. Jamie was right, let it take you. He did, each touch, now a grip. Each thrust, a mountain moved.
They lost time. Minutes, hours. Dean came hard. He was pulled from his trance. He gasped and yelled. Desperate air needed after being submerged for so long.
Jamie lay back and surveyed the man above him. Wet. Flushed. Spent. They’d ridden a wave now coming to shore. They traced hands over each other. Appreciating their beauty. Faces blank and eyes searching, always absorbing each other.
They slept.
Cold of morning roused Dean. He woke to Jamie’s arms wrapped round him. He kissed his chest. The experience of the evening before still hanging over them. Jamie’s eyes opened. Their bodies, cold, shivering. Dean pressed himself down on Jamie and stirred by Jamie’s entrance.
“Fuck Dean. Do it.” Jamie flung his arms back, smeared in drying mud. Closing his eyes and willing Dean to have his fill again.
Dean pushed his legs back, Jamie hissed, a sting from the sharpness of brush under his back and Dean’s grip.
Dean pushed into him. Slow but firm. A sadness unravelled in the pit of his stomach as he came inside Jamie again. He retreated slowly. Leaning back on his knees. He looked up and knew.
Jamie smiled with a happy satisfaction up at Big Boy. Slick with mud and sweat. The hair on his chest, tangled with leaves. Big Boy, a beast in the woods.
They gathered their clothes and dressed. Sheepishly they returned to the house. Dean was quiet. Jamie let him take his time.
Saying goodbyes, Dean unable to look Trix and Lars’ in the eye.
They returned from the Easter weekend trip on Sunday afternoon.
That sadness in Dean’s stomach, that unravelled that morning, now felt heavy. Growing.
“I um, I’m going to take a shower.” Dean almost whispered. Not meeting Jamie’s eyes.
“Want me to join you?” Jamie grabbed his waist.
“Just a shower.” He laughed flatly. “Just to settle my head a bit. Feel a little hazy after last night.” Dean pushed Jamie’s hands back gently.
“Drink lots of water and shout to me if you feel weird.” Jamie shouted as Dean made his way into the bathroom.
Weird. Dean’s thoughts solidified in the shower. He cried as the water crashed over his shoulders. The night he shared with Jamie was a turning point. He needed time. Jamie demanded so much of him. He’d happily given it. But he was becoming exhausted. A decision was looming.
