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The Only Way	By : VelvetRavenWings Category: A through F > A Separate Peace Views: 3011 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: Something I wrote back in high school when we were reading A Separate Peace. My friend and I (forever fans of boy on boy action) kept finding places where a sex scene would fit. So, I decided to write one.

Disclaimer: The characters are property of John Knowles. I am making no profit from this story. I only play with them for my own sick pleasure. Italics are direct quotations from the book.
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The only way...
"No, I don't know how to show you, how can I show you, Finny? Tell me how to show you. It was just some ignorance inside me, some crazy thing inside me, something blind, that's all it was."
"You want to show me?"
"Yes, Finny, I'll do anything to prove to you that I am your friend."
Finny sat still, contemplating my plea. Then, in a voice that I could hardly recognize, he whispered, "Come here." I moved with an automatic response, walking slowly to stand by the side of his bed. He looked at me, searching, then motioned for me to come closer, as though he were about to tell me a secret.
Quick as lightening, his hands reached out to curl around the back of my head, successfully pulling me closer to him. Before I had a chance to react, his heated soft, slightly chapped lips were pressed against mine. I turned to wood in his hands, not knowing how to react. I had never before been kissed by a boy, as kissing was altogether a new matter for me. It was something I had long dreamt about, as adolescent boys do, lips smashed against some faceless beauty, but that I had never before experienced.
With shock, I realized that I was enjoying this, and as I was about to react, Finny violently pushed against me, sending me flying onto the floor, sliding on the waxed ground. My mouth hung open. What had just happened?
Finny was as shocked as I, but the expression on his face turned to some expression that I could not decipher. He hid his face in his hands. I stood up and opened my mouth to speak, but something about Finny's posture stopped me.
He refused to look at me. "Go," he said, his voice so hoarse and quiet, that I was frightened. I took a step forward. He shook his head. "Just go."
I ignored him as I stepped closer. He looked up at me, eyes wild, angry and scared. "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?! GET OUT OF HERE!" He yelled, picking up his food tray from earlier, hurling it weakly in my direction. The tray pathetically landed with a thud not more than two feet from his bed.
Taking courage from his obvious weakness, I walked with slow, sure steps to the side of his bed. Again, he would not look at me. I felt that I had no words to express what I wanted to express. I understood now. All this time, I thought I had been in touch with reality, and all this time I had been just as oblivious. I knew now what he wanted. I saw that this was the only way to show him...to get him to trust me again. This was the only way.
I took his face delicately into my hands. His eyes stayed downcast and his body tensed, but he offered no resistance. This was the biggest decision of my life, the first step of many that would change my life. Did I dare follow the road so rarely traveled, to leave myself exposed? I did...I decided to take that step.
Gently, I placed my heated lips against his, brushing lip against lip. I twirled my fingers in his soft brown hair, pulling him closer to me as I push my lips onto his. Running my tongue over his lips, I begged for entrance. Finny hesitantly opened his mouth, more out of shock, it seemed, than anything else. With an eagerness I never knew I had, I thrust my tongue into his open mouth, savoring the feel of our textured tongues rubbing against one another. Finny came to life as our tongues explored every bit of each other's mouths.
As our mouths continued to melt together, I climbed onto the bed and straddled Finny's hips, never once breaking contact. Fire exploded in my body, as I suspect it did in Finny's as well. Our hands tugged at each other's hair, pushing our lips harder and harder together, smashing bruising flesh on bruising flesh.
My hands moved with a mind of their own, sliding down his muscular frame. Down his arms, then back up. Over his solid chest, down to his hips, back up again. Finny's hands slipped from my hair to my back, then down to my butt, squeezing lightly.
There comes a time when your mind stops thinking and your body takes control, and we had reached that point. Passion had taken control of us, and now there was no way we could stop, even if we wanted to.
My fingers fumbled clumsily at his shirt, finally ripping the cloth apart to bear his tanned, molded chest. Running gentle fingers over his toned muscles, I lowered my head to his chest, licking his chest hesitantly. I decided I liked the taste of his slightly sweaty skin, and ran my tongue along the curves of his muscle. An exhalation of breath drifted down to my ears.
This encouraged me. I brought my mouth to his nipples, and licked at each, then blew cold air upon them, causing his nubs to contract and harden. Light moaning was emitted from my Grecian god. I slid my mouth all along his upper body, leaving a wet trail behind, ending at his navel, dipping my tongue in a few times, causing Finny to squirm.
Crawling back up to his face, I kissed his lips gently, again loving the way he tasted. I planted bittersweet kisses onto his eyes, continuing down his cheeks and along his jaw line. My hands touched the top of his pants, making the motion to pull them down.
Finny froze, his body stiff and tense. I looked back into his eyes and saw fear. Fear that we would be caught. Fear of admitting to ourselves what this all really meant. Because it meant so much more then teenage hormones and horny boys. It meant so much more.
I again forced myself to slow down. I sucked lightly on his neck and shoulder, sucking harder when I heard Finny groan quietly. I bit into his soft skin, tasting metallic blood in my mouth. I looked back into his eyes and smiled faintly. There was now only a hint of hesitation left. I rolled my hips against his, creating excruciating friction between our bodies and heard him groan loudly. I covered his mouth and whispered, "We can't have anyone know we're here," smiling demonically. And that was when I knew I had won him over.

See, that was where we were weak. The fear. Fearing that someone might find us. Fearing the feelings we would have to admit to each other when this was through. Fearing screwing things up. It was our first time, and our last. We shared so much in so little time. A lifetime of lying and building up walls to hide from the world. It was all falling apart. Falling apart in this moment of decision. This moment of passion.
A faint nod was the only confirmation, the only acknowledgment, I got from him. My fingers slid seductively down to his naval. Pulling at the clasp, I undid the clasp then slid the pants smoothly down Finny's legs, repeating the actions with myself.
I pulled myself back up to eye level with him. He started to speak, but I stopped him by rubbing my hips against his, and Finny's words faded into a moan.
I blushed, not completely sure where to go from here. My blush only increased as I looked at Finny, his eyes closed, arms sprawled off the bed, mouth open as he panted slightly. I felt his arousal pushing into my hip, and my own pushing right back.
I sat back on his legs, allowing my fingers to travel slowly down his flat stomach. Lower, my hand went, until it reached a nest of dark brown curled hair. Then the angle changed on my hand was coming up from the bed, along Finny's thick shaft. My fingers lightly brushed along the sensitive skin leaving Finny breathless and moaning. Rubbing over the tip, my thumb smeared the pearly white drops of pre-cum along the rest of the shaft. Suddenly, I rapped my hand around his manhood and squeezed. Finny's hips spazmed up from the bed as he lolled his head back, mouth gaping in pleasant shock.
"Gene," he moaned, "Gene, don't stop."
His pleading sent shivers down my spine and I quickly found that I could hold back anymore. Without another thought, I gently lifted his legs up, and placed one on either side of my neck, the knee resting over my shoulders, careful of his shattered leg.
Positioning myself outside his entrance, I looked back at him for one final confirmation.
"Gene," he whined.
Nodding, I slowly lowered myself into him, using all my strength not to drive into him full force.
His entrance was hot and tight, and I groaned as I felt my length become engulfed completely by him. I moved my hips carefully, back and then just as slowly forward again. A heat began to burn in the pit of my stomach, half pain, half pleasure, spreading out through the rest of my body, and I soon found my hips picking up the pace of their own accord. Finny's and my breathing was labored; quick and shallow mewling breaths were all that we could manage.
I stared straight into his eyes as my hips moved faster again. Moans and groans echoed around the room as I plunged in faster and faster, and Finny's hips moved to keep pace with mine. Sweat dripped off of our bodies. My hand reached down in between us and wrapped itself around the base of Finny's manhood. It pulsed with heat in sync with my hand that rubbed up and down in rhythm with our hips.
The heat in my stomach centralized in my lower abdomen, moving down and out along my erection. My hips moved at a high speed, loosing their smooth rhythm. I pounded into Finny with a fierce hunger. My hand was hot from the friction of rubbing his shaft. More groaning. In a few more seconds, the fire would reach its end. And it did.
My hips jolted as I released, yelling Finny's name in a hoarse voice. In a moment more, Finny spilled his seed as well, letting the pearly translucent substance fall onto his stomach. He moaned my name softly.
My hips still ground against him automatically until they finally stilled. We were unmoving. The only sound was that of our rough breathing. The pungent smell of sweat and sex pervaded our senses. We shared a sweet, soft kiss.
"I love you," I whispered. Finny looked at me with a strange expression on his face, something like disbelief. "Do you not believe me?"
He was nodding his head, his jaw tightening and his eyes closed on the tears. "I believe you. It's okay because I understand and I believe you. You've already shown me and I believe you."
"I love you," I said once more, to make sure he really understood.
"I know. I love you, too."

Fin
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Note: For some reason the italics won't show up. So, the following are direct quotes from the book:
"No, I don't know how to show you, how can I show you, Finny? Tell me how to show you. It was just some ignorance inside me, some crazy thing inside me, something blind, that's all it was."

He was nodding his head, his jaw tightening and his eyes closed on the tears. "I believe you. It's okay because I understand and I believe you. You've already shown me and I believe you."

So, there you have it. This was the first sex scene I ever wrote. I still have no idea if it was good or not. Hope you enjoyed. The text is on Page 183 of my version of the book.

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