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Jas	By : awcoppelia Category: A through F > Forgotten Realms Views: 3207 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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CHAPTER 8

"Why me?" Drizzt asked, "I mean, why are you hanging around me? I've heard about a million other people's opinion on the subject, but I want to hear it from you."
Jas sighed. "Okay, fine, you want to talk, let's talk. But we can do that sitting down, can't we?" he pleaded, tugging on Drizzt's arm again, "Anyways, if you had a problem with it, I'd have thought you would have let me know long before now."
As Drizzt pondered this, he relented and let himself be led to the makeshift bench Jas had fabricated. He sat down, trying to perch primly on the edge of the canvas spread over the grain, but the grain was too soft, and he ended up sinking back into the stack as if it was an overstuffed chair. Jas flashed him a grin that managed to be not quite as wicked as intended, and he crawled atop of Drizzt, knees pushing into the grain on either side of the younger drow's hips, pushing them both deeper into the stack. He giggled, and managed to shift his weight enough to release one hand to tug at the edge of Drizzt's shirt and thin mail byrnie.
"Mmm," Drizzt mumbled, "you still haven't answered my question…"
He wasn't trying to resist necessarily, he didn't really even think he could at this point. He felt as if he were slowly drowning in sensation, each stroke of Jas's hand against his skin under his shirt bringing him further under, much the way he had felt in the training rooms at home late at night when he secretly touched himself, often forgetting who might be watching or listening in the heat of his passion. Zak, thankfully, had never noticed, either by accident or purpose. And Jas was certainly right; Drizzt could have indeed pushed him away a lot sooner than this. He had been partly intrigued with trying to fathom what the purpose was behind Jas's increasingly frequent visits, something he had yet been able to do, except that whatever it was seemed to be harmless. Also, he secretly liked the attention; it was nice to have someone who wanted to hang around him, and for apparently no gain. When questioned, Tengen had bluntly told him that no matter what else he might have heard, Jas was trying to seduce him, but was a being total bumbling amateur about it. But Tengen hadn't known why. And Drizzt wanted to know why, needed to hear the reason from the source.
"Because I like you, that's why," Jas answered simply, captivated by the vulnerable look in the younger drow's eyes. He winced as his hand was again pinched by the rings on Drizzt's mail shirt. "Help me with this thing, it keeps biting me."
With a few false starts, Drizzt was able to sit up long enough to help Jas pull off his shirt. Then he helped Jas with his and watched the older drow's face light up at the unexpected assistance.
"How can you like me? You don't even know me, not really," he said, with a little gasp, as Jas, having managed to find a more stable position from which to reach from, lightly pinched both of his nipples.
"I feel like I should…" Jas mumbled as he lowered his head to gently kiss one now hardened nipple. He ran his tongue around the base and was rewarded with a gasp and a flare of goose bumps across the younger drow's arms and chest. Jas could tell by the accompanying flush, quite clear in his infrared vision, that it wasn't because he was cold.
When Drizzt could breathe again, he squeaked, "That's not much of an answer."
"Mmm, "Jas thought he had finally figured out how to make Drizzt talk to him: simply do something that really didn't involve conversation, and off he went. "How I am supposed to explain something to you that I can't even explain to myself? I just…"
He looked up and met those jewel-like eyes pensively, then laid a trail of kisses down the smooth skin on his chest down to the top of his breeches. He leaned back on one elbow to study his artwork, quickly dissipating spots of warmth, which didn't exactly appear as he had imagined; it was even better. He continued to look down as he spoke.
"I don't know, I just feel like I know you already, like from a life before this or something. I sometimes get weird little memories like that, like there was something, well, like I said, before I lived here in Menzoberranzan…" He trailed off, he knew he was babbling, and he thought he probably shouldn't have said that. Now Drizzt was going to think he was crazy or something, and possibly even use it against him. Drizzt seriously had that affect on him, turned everything upside down, made him stop caring about what he did or said, as long as he could be right here, touching him all he wanted. He traced a glowing spiral around the younger drow's belly button, and got a giggle in return.
"But aren't we all supposed to be Lloth's or something like that?" Drizzt asked. "I don't know how that would work?"
Well, at least it wasn't as bad of an answer as it could have been, at least he hadn‘t laughed at him. It was a question Jas had asked himself many, many times. He looked up again and saw that Drizzt looked intrigued; it had been an honest question, not facetious.
"Well, maybe now, and maybe after we die, but not necessarily before that…" he replied.
"What about all those stories they tell us in the Academy the first year? Sounds like that's not supposed to be the case, isn't she supposed to have created the whole race and such?" Drizzt countered.
Jas sighed. He really wanted to be doing something else besides talking about esoteric issues and the like, such as removing the rest of Drizzt's clothes.
"I just know that I do remember some things before this sometimes, quick flashes that I usually don't remember afterwards, really…"
"Then how do you know it's from a different life?"
"Ugh, I just do, just like I know I like you! Tell you what, next time I have one and you are around, I will try to tell you what it is, then you can tell me, okay?"
Drizzt could tell Jas was getting a little frustrated with his barrage of questions, and he hadn't really intended the conversation to get this intense. Most distressing was the fact that Jas had stopped touching him, although he was still smiling up at him.
He smiled back for a few moments, and then said, "Kiss me some more, ok?"

(Anna note: this might be good place to stop for edited version?)

"No," Jas's grin became even wider, "you kiss me!"
Jas thought the look of surprise on Drizzt's face was adorable, it almost made him want to ignore his own words and give him a million or more kisses. But, as it turned out, he didn't have to. The look of surprise quickly turned to a look more closely related to fascination, similar in kind to the look he had given Jas at the end of the Melee. He reached out cautiously with one hand, fingers barely touching the skin on Jas's chest as if it might be hot enough to burn. After that first hesitating touch, he let his hand relax, sliding vertically down the older drow's chest.
"I don't know what I'm doing," he pleaded, interrupting one last time.
"Neither do I," Jas whispered, grabbing the hand and intertwining it in his own. "Just do what feels good."
Drizzt had heard that before in other circumstances, but for this, it seemed to be perfect advice. He let Jas pull him closer and cradled his cheek against Jas's smooth chest. This close, he could smell the scent of Jas's sweat, from their earlier combat, and in this circumstance, it was sour sweet, almost intoxicating. He had never been this close in contact with another person, and it felt…so nice. He started with one small kiss, soft and dry, then another and another, each more confident then the last. When his random path led him to one of Jas's erect nipples, he peered up at the older drow and watched his face change from relaxed happiness, eyes half closed as he watched his partner, to almost pained, eyes rolling back in his head. It wasn't from pain, Drizzt knew that look well, he had made it often enough himself during his own personal forays in the small hours of the night. The younger drow tried a few more kisses, but from his awkward angle curled underneath Jas, his reach was limited.
After a few moments, Jas, although enjoying himself immensely, buried his hand in Drizzt's hair and tugged him back down on the canvas. Now that he had Drizzt right where he wanted him, he sought more than just simple kisses. He wouldn't push Drizzt any further than he wanted to go, but, by Lloth, he was determined to explore every single inch he was allowed. He resumed his own caresses, but much lower this time, and as he did, he tugged at the leather strap holding the front of Drizzt's breeches together. Meeting no resistance, he slid his hand inside and found the loose knot binding his thin leather loincloth. With a few deft twists, he untied it, daring a glance at Drizzt's face to see how he was taking all of this in.
Drizzt was still gazing at Jas with a mixture of fascination and confusion, which wasn't surprising, given the off the wall explanation he had earlier offered for his behavior. He'd worry about that later; not right when he felt as if only one thing mattered: being as close to Drizzt as he could possibly get.
Having gotten rid of the cloth obstacles in his way, he slid his hand in further, running his fingertips lightly through the soft, white hair he could barely seeing peeping out from the gap in his breeches. He grasped the shaft of his partner's already erect penis and drew it out, the head glistening with drops of precome dew. There was no doubt now that the younger drow was thoroughly enjoying himself. Holding the shaft in his fist, he ran the tip of his thumb over the tip of his cock, smearing the drop into a glaze over the head, gently stroking down the shaft at the same time. Drizzt squeaked, and then clapped a hand over his mouth in an attempt to keep the involuntary noise inside. Jas gave a low laugh, then stroked his tongue around the head of his cock to see if he could make him repeat that squeaking sound again. It worked quite nicely.
Now that he had a taste of Drizzt's sex, he didn't want to stop. It was so intoxicating, subconsciously touching that part of himself locked away so deep inside, translating into a desire so strong, he made a few small squeaking sounds of his own, as he sucked gently on the head, squeezing with his hand at the same time. He slowly took in more as he went, until it became somewhat uncomfortable, then trying to settle into a rhythm he could handle. He was glad Drizzt was as inexperienced as he was, because Drizzt didn't seem to notice his few false starts, he was too busy making faces and trying to breathe. Jas slowly found a good rhythm, and as he did, the sounds Drizzt was barely able to contain began to change in pitch, just a bit at first, building as Jas increased his speed just a little. He had wanted to wait until he made Drizzt orgasm before he had his own fun, but he just couldn't stand to hold back any longer, and ripped at the leather strings on his own breeches, snapping one off in the process. It messed up his pattern somewhat, but again the younger student did not seem to notice, and Jas succeeded in getting his fingers around his own dripping cock, stroking it in rhythm with his mouth. After what seemed to be an eternity and at the same time just an instance, the younger drow made one final strangled squeak as he came, taking Jas a little by surprise, which meant they both got a little messy. That surprise, coupled with the truly wonderful look of pleasure on his partner's face, brought Jas to his own orgasm, which meant even more of him got messy. He giggled at that thought, and Drizzt giggled too, both of them swimming in the afterglow of their pleasure. Jas looked down at the drow he had just molested, grinning at him, face mottled in infrared by the smear of semen across his cheeks and chin. He grabbed his partner by the shoulders, and kissed him deeply, and this time Drizzt kissed him back.
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