Try Ch. 01

AUTHOR'S NOTE* - One of the characters in this story is intersex, in that he has both a penis and a vagina. He identifies completely as male, and there are other intersex characters in this universe. I just thought that two hole are better than one, and hope that you do too. This story is a love letter to one of my all time favorite Sean Cody scenes, and I if you haven't seen it, I recommend you do so. I love the chemistry that these boys had in their scene.

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Jamie nearly drops his bowl when the front door slams, and with a burst of chilly, rain-clogged air, Jarek storms in with the nastiest possible expression on his face. "Bitch," he yells, flinging off his worn leather jacket and stomping for the kitchen. "Complete, rude, bitch." He shoves past Jamie towards the refrigerator, groping around for a beer bottle and popping it off with his thumb, the cap clanging off the metal of the sink and brought to his lips in anger. Jamie raises an eyebrow, stirring the pasta that he's hoping is finally fucking warm.

"Take it your date didn't go well?" He watches Jarek stalk to the laundry room, hot in a broody, pissed off way that Jamie can't stop looking at. For anything. His roommate has always been too fucking pretty for his own good, and he knows it. Jarek glares at him, and Jamie raises a hand in surrender. "Sorry."

"I just - how fucking hard is the concept of, 'we go get a drink, we go home, we fuck, I leave when I'm done.' Sheila said it was a sure thing, she was ready. Pretty sure that the first ten fucking times we did this, the agreement hadn't changed. Jesus Christ, Jamie, what's with her?" He flops down on the sofa, growling in frustration as he picks up his XBox controller. "Sorry, I'm not mad at you, I'm just really fucking irritated."

Jamie dares to go to the couch and sit down beside him, folding a leg under him. "Maybe something came up." That earns him another really pissed off expression, and Jamie scoots an inch further away. "Or you're right, she's a bitch." Jamie eats his pasta while Jarek sips his beer and blows through a couple of zombie hordes, grumbling to himself every now and then. He gets up for another after a while, heads for his room, and comes back in just pajama pants, riding low on his hips. The BONDS he's wearing are blue today, and as he passes by to take his seat on the couch, he hands Jamie a beer too.

The contrast of his ratty sleep pants and coiffed hair makes something in Jamie's stomach twist up pleasantly, and he has to look away when Jarek takes a pull of beer. "I like her, man. But that shit, getting fucking ghosted, that's so fucking childish. And I think I like her more than she likes me."

"Didn't you just say that you only fuck and run?"

Jarek scoffs and picks his controller back up. "You think it's my idea to do that? She's always made it pretty fucking clear that after we're done, it's her space again." His brow furrows, looking at Jamie with curiosity. "What do you do in this situation?"

"I don't exactly have 'em knocking on my door to find out, man. In the last year, have you seen anyone leave my side of the place?" Jamie tries for a smile, even if it isn't honest; no one ever wants to go out or go home with the short guy. Not when they notice Jarek first, a solid six-three, and built like a catwalk model for sexy leather jackets and motorcycles and beard oil. "I can't exactly help you - and don't you have other girls you can call if you want some?"

Jarek shrugs. "Sheila was pretty open minded, more than most." He shoots a grin at Jamie, and fuck if it doesn't shoot a blush all the way down to his chest. "What?"

"I don't want to know your kinks. Or you sex life. Or anything." Jamie gets up and takes his bowl to the kitchen, suddenly desiring an apple to chase it with. When he turns around, Jarek is right fucking there, arms up and blocking his exit. "Shit, dude, what's your deal?"

"You mean you haven't gotten laid in a year? Dude, how the fuck are you still alive? Sex is good for you." He lowers his arms and pokes Jamie in the shoulder. "Helps you live longer." There's a challenge in his eyes, and Jamie isn't completely sure what it is he's supposed to be rising to meet right now.

"I'm so glad that you're concerned about it, but I've got workarounds." Like dildos. Fake pussies. Things that do go some way to keep him sane. It isn't the real thing, and Jamie has missed having a warm body to wake up next to, for sure. The trouble is that all of his fantasies for the last year have been Jarek shaped, and he can't exactly tell him that 'oh hey, I haven't gotten laid in so long because I keep jerking off with your dirty underwear in my face when you aren't home.' No, he's not going to upset that horse cart.

Jarek smirks again and lets Jamie go. "And I thought I'd die of blue balls going just a couple days without it." He takes his seat back up on the couch and hands Jamie a controller, switching the match to multiplayer. "A fuckin' year," he mutters again, and Jamie has to think really, really hard about non-sexual things to keep himself from doing something dumb. Like propositioning Jarek.

Or the ultimate kind of fantasy, Jarek propositioning him.

Four beers later, their kill streaks aren't breaking anymore high scores and Jamie's feeling loose all over, warm where his shoulder is almost touching Jarek's. Jarek keeps laughing at the dumb shit Jamie's yelling at the screen, and that feels nice, really fucking nice. He stretches, making that ripped fucking body ripple and alright, Jamie does stare this time. Swears that Jarek makes his tits pop because he's looking, and if that doesn't let the cat out of the bag, well... Jamie can't be any less subtle without touching.

"You're in such good fuckin' shape, man." Jamie cuts his gaze back up to his face. "No homo. Just. I wish we could work out together so I could know your routine. 'S all."

"Lots and lots of chest and shoulders. And you're not so bad yourself." He pats Jamie's stomach, scritches a second at his treasure trail - which he almost wants to think is intentional. "Got a really good muscle to body weight ratio, dude, I'm still trying to bulk up." Jarek stands up, running his hands down his flanks. Jamie looks, for sure, up from his fucking sexy treasure trail to his chest hair, his neck and cheeks flushed from the booze. "I mean... I ought to be takin' tips from you, man." He sits back down, picks up his controller but doesn't do anything with it. "You're handsome, Jamie, and you deserve all the pussy you can get."

"If any of your hook ups are into you know, guys like me, I'll give it a shot." Jamie sighs, cradling his beer. There's a long stretch of silence, save for the pause menu music on the tv screen. "What did you mean by she was 'open minded?'"

Fuck it. Curiosity has the better of him.

Jarek takes another sip, leans his head back against the couch. "I asked if we could have a threesome, and I thought that's what was happening tonight."

"Two girls at once? Yeah, I could see why you were pissed." Jamie has a lightning quick vision of a girl on Jarek's cock and the other riding his face, those huge hands fucking everywhere - bad idea. Very, very bad idea.

Jarek turns his head, opens his eyes halfway. "It... was one of her guy friends. I just... I thought maybe if uh... we could do that, together, I'd get a shot and seein' if something was true or not. And I think it pissed her off. Only I didn't find out until she didn't show tonight."

Jamie is going to have to fucking pinch himself to double check if he's dreaming. "You... you like guys?"

"Dunno. The idea... I mean, it's always been there. But I didn't want to act on it til recently, and he was bi, so I thought-"

"I am too. I mean. Fuck. I like guys too." Jamie starts to get up, cheeks flaming with a confession he's not told anyone. Except Jarek. Who doesn't need to be yanked around any further tonight. Especially not by him.

Only Jarek pulls him back down, and he's got no choice but to meet his eyes. "Jamie, say that again."

He swallows, and Jamie has to wait a second for his blood to stop thundering. "I like guys, Jarek. And you're my fucking type, just in case anyone was wondering. Which no one was. Shit, man, I... I'll go, I know that sounds fucking creepy and I'm sorry for saying it to you." God, why didn't he just go to his room when Jarek came in? Such an easily avoidable mess, and he could be every inch deep in his cunt right now with one of his toys and just imagining this scenario instead of living it.

"Jamie, man, ease up - you're not the only one about to shit bricks right now." Jarek makes him sit back down all the way, a strong hand still on his bare shoulder. "I didn't mean to freak you out, either. And I'm not pissed, or anything like that." He perks up a little, licks his lips. "And you might be my type, too. The guy I wanted, he's not so different from you."

Jamie is, without a doubt, about to pass the fuck out and wake up in his bed with nothing but the sweat of the dream left on him. "I... no. That's not... it can't be this easy. It can't be."

"What, bro?" Jarek scoots closer, and puts a hand on the part of his thigh where his gym shorts have ridden up. "You've thought about this, us, before?" He leans in, and Jamie can smell the cologne he put on for Sheila, rich and woodsy and really fucking good. "That's hot, actually." Jarek licks his lips again, inhaling. "You used your pine soap tonight," he says, and Jamie's flattered and horny all at once that he noticed. "Smells good."

"So do you." It comes out scratchy, but fuck if Jamie isn't just really fucking glad that he could put those three words together. "I should.. I should go. I'm gonna go." Because if he doesn't he's going to fucking die, right there.

"Nah, I don't think you should." Jarek cups his jaw, his thumb stroking over his bottom lip and chin. "Thing of it is, Jamie, I only wanted the guy because he looked like you. I know you keep sayin' that being short's a bad thing but to me? Not a chance. I like someone I can throw around a little bit." He leans in closer, his hand sliding in and up Jamie's thigh. "But only if you want me to."

"I'm still having trouble believing we've gotten this far, fuck if I'm gonna hope for anything that exciting." He really isn't helping himself, but if Jarek says he's into short guys, he's going to fucking roll with it. Not that five eight is that short, it really isn't - but for a guy? Absolutely. "But... I want to."

"Want to what?"

"Be thrown around. By you. If you want."

Jarek doesn't bother with an answer, and slams their mouths together.

It's been a solid while since Jamie's been overwhelmed by a kiss with anyone, but considering it's his first with a guy, and with the guy he's been lusting over so hard that he's got him permanently on his mind, overwhelmed falls short of the first shock of awareness to his system. It takes him ten seconds to get his brain back online and kiss Jarek back, throwing his leg up over Jarek's thighs and tugging him closer, down to the couch until he's flat on his back. Jarek moves between his legs, pinning Jamie as he puts his fucking back into the kiss, apparently necessary, and fuck, having a mouth full of Jarek's tongue, definitely his new favorite thing. His cock's hard, his cunt's wet, and that's before Jared's hands or anything else have wandered south, and if he comes in his pants, so be it. It'll already be the best orgasm he's ever had.

"'D you know I'm hyperfertile?" Jarek kisses his neck, scraping his teeth along the side and up to his jaw before sucking the lobe of his left ear and making Jamie's entire body turn to mush. "Fuckin' beat off twice before I went out and she'd have gotten three more." He comes back to Jamie's mouth, tongue sliding in like the silky devil's trying to hook Jamie for good. "Get pissed when I can't put it in someone, bro, really fuckin' pissed."

The growl at the end of that sentence fuck, if Jamie wasn't fucking wet already, he's soaked now. "I knew you were, and I try not to think about you pumping me full too much." God, how many come rags does Jarek put through their washing machine? A whole goddamn lot - and Jamie ends up adding a load or two more to them most of the time. "And I really, really want to help you with that problem." Jamie pushes him back, just enough to hook his thumb in his pants. "I'm intersex, Jarek, and there aren't a lot of people that know that either. Only the people I've been with, and the ones who it's their business." He isn't embarrassed about his pussy, not at all, but it's not for any and everyone to know about.

He's got no issue with making an exception for Jarek, at all.

"I... I've never..." Jarek's eyes get wide as Jamie slides his shorts and jock off, throwing his legs open. His cock slaps against his belly, leaking precome everywhere as he reaches down and spreads himself. "Fuck, Jamie, that's fucking hot. " Jarek gets closer, his fingers splayed over the inside of his thigh. "Couple of guys on my soccer team in high school were, but like you, they didn't make a big deal of it."

At least Jarek won't think he's some sort of freak - yeah, Jamie is in the minority, but intersex guys aren't so rare that they're like a fucking unicorn or something. And with how he's looking at him, like Jarek wants to make him his next fucking meal - Jamie can get behind that. Or under him. Bent over.

He's not picky, not now. So far as he's concerned, Jarek can do what he wants. He moans when Jarek strokes over his clit, the ecstasy of that one touch making his toes curl. Wetness coats Jarek's fingers, dipping into his hole before he comes back up the other side, circling his clit again, and the fucking force of it, God, Jamie hasn't even touched himself and it's felt that good. Maybe it's just because he's Jarek, he's extra horny, or maybe it's all down to the biggest fucking fantasy he's ever had come to life. They've barely even started and Jarek already commands his full desire.

"Ever had a girl eat you out?" Jarek kisses his way down the center line of Jamie's body, following the thin line of hair from his chest under his navel. He stops to lick up the precome leaking from Jamie's cut cock, growling with satisfaction. Jamie slides his fingers into Jarek's hair, not to guide but to hold on.

"No. I...no." Jamie watches him go lower and lower, licking his balls and the inside of his right thigh. "Fuck, Jarek, don't fucking tease me." He's not above begging, not when he can feel the heat of Jarek's body all over his skin. Those wild eyes catch his as he lowers his mouth and licks over his cunt, lapping at the wetness that seems to be getting more copious by the second. Jamie groans, surrendering his control without another moment's hesitation.

Jarek, Jamie quickly figures out, knows exactly what the fuck he's doing. He wraps the fingers of his right hand around Jamie's cock, stroking slow and lazy around the rhythm of his tongue. Laps at his hole, his clit, every touch of a nerve bundle making his back arch. For someone who's never touched a guy - and Jamie who hasn't had one - he's already beyond spoiled, Jarek growling and licking and driving him absolutely mad with pleasure. It's better, way fucking better, than anything Jamie could possibly manage on his own. No toy is going to match the perfect, warm heat of Jarek's mouth on him, and God or whomever willing, this won't be the only time.

His fingers feel like they're going to leave permanent bruises in Jamie's skin, digging into his thighs tight enough it ought to fucking hurt and yanking him down further onto his tongue. Jarek growls and growls, possessively, hotly, leaving Jamie's head spinning and his heart pounding. He's close already, the fire spreading out from that spot below his drawn up nuts. On his own, Jamie can mess with his cunt and come as many times as he can stand it - something tells him that he's done when Jarek is done. It ought to scare him, that he's placing that much control in Jarek's hands but he doesn't fucking care, not when it feels this fucking good.

"You're gonna- fuck, Jarek, I'm gonna fucking come." Jamie's voice is already busted, and Jarek focuses even harder on his clit, his cock, and Jamie's legs wrap tight around Jarek's head, come spilling over his hand and shockwaves of pleasure radiating from his base, coating his stomach and pulsing around Jarek's tongue all at once. He thrashes, back arching, fucked up over how Jarek manages to make it last longer than normal. He has to shove him away, the sensitivity way too fucking much - but that doesn't stop him from reaching for Jarek's face to grab him into a crushing kiss. He tastes himself on Jarek's tongue, holds fast to his jaw to pop his mouth open wider and go deep with his tongue. Jarek bears down into him, letting Jamie suck off his tongue before he's reaching back between his legs and guiding his fingers into Jamie's wet hole.

"You're fucking tight, " he says, rocking two fingers in, out, in, out, thumb back on his clit. "Tight, wet little pussy, Jamie, 's what you've got." He takes his fingers out, sucks them all the way down to the knuckle, moaning - that image just knocked out whatever else Jamie had in the top spot for "hottest thing he's ever seen." Jarek stands, strips his pants and lets Jamie get a good, long look at his naked body. His thick, uncut cock juts up proudly, precome wet at the smooth head under his drawn back foreskin. A heavy string leaks out with the flex of Jarek's body, taking himself in hand. "Like what you see?"

Jamie nods, consciously making himself close his mouth. "I - don't fucking move." Jamie drops to the floor, on his knees, and locks Jarek in place. He's sucked off his dildos enough times to know what to do, but nothing can quite brace him for the jaw-busting girth that Jarek possesses. Jamie makes himself relax, taking Jarek halfway down, eyes watering before he's even there. Jarek places a hand on the back of his head but doesn't force him; at least, in the back of their minds, they remember it's their first time.

"Dunno who taught you how the fuck to suck cock, but you-" Jarek's words get lost as Jamie tugs at his nuts, head bobbing in steady, strong rhythm. He's watched more than enough amateur porn to have an idea of how, and it isn't like he's not gotten head before. He figures that'll work for now - but he's definitely going to want a hell of a lot more practice than this. Jarek growls, a slurry you've got soft fucking lips somewhere between the lusty sounds he's making with abandon. Jamie looks up at him, his dark eyes almost black with want.

He pulls off just for a moment, mouth full of precome and the spit he's worked up. "Come down my throat," he says, and goes right back to sucking Jarek off. It's... easy. To just let himself be of service like this, sucking Jarek's dick like it's the only thing he's here for. He lets his mind slip, focused entirely on giving Jarek as much fucking pleasure as possible. He reaches down between his own legs, stroking his hard cock, and it occurs to him he never went soft. He strokes slow, just to make sure his fullest attention stays on Jarek. He's so, so tempted to fuck himself while he does this, but he know what'll end up happening if he does, and he doesn't want to spill a fucking drop.

Jarek's body tightens up, his cock thickening until he's holding Jamie down on him, mouth fucked open so that his nose is in his pubes, grunting and moaning as he spills and spills. Jamie swallows fast, fighting his gag reflex until Jarek yanks himself out, legs quivering. He hauls Jamie up from the floor and kisses him hard enough to bruise, eating himself back out of Jamie's mouth. "Like a goddamn vacuum," he growls, and Jamie's system floods with that praise. He shoves Jarek down on the couch, climbing in his lap, his come-wet cock teasing against his hole. Jarek's hands, his huge, strong hands, cup his ass, smacking, needing, sucking each other's tongues until Jamie's flat on his back and Jarek's dragging his heavy cock against his own.