Title: Between Mind and Heart

Author: Silk

Fandom: Original Characters

Pairing: Adam/Jazz

Rating: NC-17

Email: silkn1@worldnet.att.net

Series/sequel: Yes, sequel to Push the Limits

Disclaimers: Adam and Jazz are original characters created by me and may not
be used by anyone else. Thanks for understanding my possessive streak. No money being made here, more’s the pity.

Summary: Adam plays Romeo to Jazz’ Juliet.

Warnings: m/m underage sex.

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Between Mind and Heart

By Silk

It was like something out of “Romeo and Juliet”. With both teenagers grounded for two weeks, there was little they could do but think about what happened. With that in mind, they had no desire to go against their folks’ wishes. No matter how hard it was to be apart.

And it was undeniably hard.

Having just discovered how much they loved each other, Jazz and Adam could hardly bear being separated. And yet, in some ways, it made it easier. For the more they dreamed of being together, the more they dreamed of acting on forbidden feelings. Feelings that were not considered appropriate because of their age. Feelings that could not be given credence because of their relative immaturity.

Feelings that were nonetheless very real.

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Ping!

Jazz opened his eyes and squinted at the clock on the bedside table. 3 am. Still dark out. Oh, hell, what difference did it make if the sun never even came up? He had not seen Adam in almost a week.

He thought he was going crazy.

Ping! Ping!

“What the hell--?” This time he sat up and stared into the blackness that shrouded his window. His bedroom was on the third floor of the chateau. The window opened outward and overlooked a magnificent rose garden. If he left the window ajar, he could smell the roses, their scent slightly cloying, all night long. But he rarely did. Nothing outside his room existed for him. Confined to his room for another week, he could do nothing *but* dream.

But his dreams left him with empty arms.

“Nicky!”

It was a whisper, a loud whisper, but a whisper just the same. Forming his name. Was he hearing voices now? Would it be long before he could conjure up the object of his desire simply by thinking him into being?

“Nic-ky!”

There it was again. Strangely insistent. Calling him by that name that only Adam used. Maybe he should answer it. Maybe….

He got up and padded to the window in his bare feet. Opening the window, he immediately smelled the roses, a stabbing pain hurtling through his chest at the same moment. Was it his heart? Was it his--? Oh, God, there it was again. That same sharp pain but arcing through his face this time. He touched his jaw and drew back a bloody fingertip.

“What?” That meant this was real. But what could have cut his face? Suddenly a huge white pebble landed on the carpet at his feet. It was so dark that he never would have seen it if it hadn’t been for its color.

Someone was out there. In the darkness. Throwing pebbles at the window. Which Jazz had inadvertently opened.

“Adam?” he whispered out into the midnight black night, not really expecting to hear anything but his own suddenly pounding heartbeat.

“Yeah, it’s me, Nicky.”

Jazz sagged to his knees, gripping the windowsill with both hands. “How did you—what are you doing out there?”

“Trying to wake you up.”

“I wasn’t sleeping anyway. Just thinking.”

“About what?”

“About you.”

Jazz’ eyes had adjusted to the dark, but he still could not see beyond his hand. “Where are you?”

“On the balcony. Below you.”

“I can’t see you.”

“I know. I can’t see you either. But I can hear you.”

All at once Jazz sat down on the carpet, his back to the window. If he closed his eyes, he could pretend that Adam was here. Right here next to him.

“I miss you,” Jazz whispered, letting the words float away into the nighttime sky.

“Me, too,” replied Adam, his voice suddenly husky.

Jazz tipped his head back against the windowsill, drawing his knees up to his chest. “I love you,” he said in a voice that ached with need.

He could hear Adam’s sigh across the short distance that kept them apart. “I love you, too,” he breathed into the night.

He could hear a noise that sounded like Adam standing up, and he guessed that he was preparing to return to his room. “Don’t go.”

“Suppose someone comes?”

“They won’t.”

“Maybe you should get back in bed. Just in case.”

“Okay, but—keep talking to me. Please? Until I fall asleep?”

“Okay.”

Jazz slowly stood up and crossed the room to his bed, making sure he left the window open. It was a warm night. Without another thought, he pulled the comforter from the bed, spilling it onto the floor. Obeying some unknown instinct, he pulled his pajama shirt over his head, tousling his long golden brown hair. He dropped the shirt on top of the comforter and climbed into bed. Wrapping himself in the thin sheet, he waited impatiently for Adam to resume talking.

“Are you still there?”

“Yeah.” Pause. “What do you want me to talk about?”

“Talk about us. Us being together.”

“Nicky, it’s only one more week. It’s not forever.”

Jazz choked back the smallest of sobs. “To me, it is,” he said, so softly that Adam couldn’t hear.

‘Hey, don’t be upset,” Adam called, though he could not possibly have heard Jazz. “Pretend I’m with you.”

“In bed?” Jazz almost squeaked.

“Yeah.” Adam’s voice lowered itself to a more seductive tone. “My arms are wrapped around you.”

“They are?”

“Ssh…don’t say anything. I promise I’ll keep talking.”

“You won’t go away yet?”

“I won’t.”

“Okay.” Jazz settled himself more comfortably under the covers, trying his best to imagine Adam lying there beside him, his arms wrapped around him.

“Close your eyes.”

He did. Adam’s voice worked its magic from a distance, easing the fourteen-year old into a state of relaxation rivaled only by meditation or sleep.

“I want to make love to you.”

Jazz’ eyes flew open, his breath caught in his throat. Adam’s words were quiet, but spoken with such intensity, their sincerity could not be denied.

“I want to kiss you…all over. Your hair…your cheek…your mouth. Oh, yeah, I want your mouth. Wide open and waiting for me.”

“I want to feel your tongue on mine. So wet. So hot.”

Adam didn’t realize it, but Jazz was hanging on every word. Every breath that Adam took, Jazz took with him. And every breath they took together carried them further and further into frustration.

“I’m kissing you over and over until you’re begging me to stop.”

“What?” Jazz sat up straight in bed, panting. “Why would I make you stop?”

“Cause you’re right on the edge of coming. So close you can hardly stand to be touched. But you want to be.”

“Oh, yes,” Jazz admitted, all the air in his lungs escaping at once, leaving him quite breathless.

Jazz slid back down under the sheet, his hand grazing his groin. Suddenly he was as hard as the proverbial rock. “Umm…” he said to himself, hesitating for a long moment before intentionally touching himself.

He groaned. Adam, attuned as he was right now, heard him. His dark brown eyes slid shut as he contemplated crossing the line. “Are you touching yourself, Nicky?”

Jazz bit his lip, uncertain how to answer. If he said yes, what if Adam stopped? He didn’t think he could bear it. But if he said no, well, what was the point of asking?

“Yes,” he said shakily. “But I wish it was you.”

“So do I.”

“If I was there, you know what I’d do? I’d kiss you from head to toe and back again, stopping at all the important parts.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. I wish I could see you.”

“Why?”

“Cause you’re so fucking beautiful. Your skin is so damned soft, but not like a girl’s. You smell good, too, but not flowery like perfume. Just musky. Like a guy. And that gets me so hot.”

“It does?” Jazz’ hand moved lower and caressed his cock. It was distinctly interested in the conversation.

Idly rubbing the heel of his hand against his fly, where his dick was straining to get loose, Adam continued speaking in a low, hoarse whisper. “I lick the wetness from the tip of your cock and—“

Jazz’ gasp was not lost on Adam. His hand moving harder and faster across his fly, he said, “I open my mouth and swallow you, all of you. You feel so hot and silky on my tongue, and I rake my teeth, very, very gently up…and…down….”

“Can you feel it, Nicky? I can. You’re going to come in my mouth. I want you to fuck my mouth till you come.” Adam’s hand was a blur now, and he knew without a doubt that he was going to come in his pants, like a young boy, but he didn’t care.

The moment that Adam said the word “come” for the second time, Jazz was lost. He couldn’t hold back the earthshaking orgasm that fell upon him like a wild beast, tearing him apart. His hand stroked his cock twice, his back arched, and his hips came off the bed.

He came all over the sheets, and his groin was hopelessly wet and sticky. But he was happier than he’d ever been. Rolling onto his stomach, he savored the fluttering aftershocks that coursed through his body, rubbing his cock against his fictitious lover in an invitation to be taken again. “Oh, yeah.”

Adam listened to Jazz climax above him, his hand tightly clenched on his own dick. God, that made him hot. He wanted to bury himself balls deep in his younger lover’s ass and fuck him till he screamed out his name. Clamping his jaw shut, he fought to stay silent, uttering only a slight hiss as he came. Getting his breathing under control, Adam whispered, “Did you come for me, Nicky?”, knowing full well that he did.

The younger teen groaned and rolled onto his back, arms splayed across the width of the bed. “Umm, yeahhh…did you?”

Adam smiled, his straight white teeth shining in the darkness. “Mmm…yeah.”

A peaceful silence fell upon them.

“Adam?”

“Yeah, Nicky?”

He rubbed himself against his come-soaked hand, feeling his cock stir to life. “Can we do this again?”

End