Jay & Kyle, backdated to Friday night

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Prom night! Jay frantically searches for something to wear, and Kyle comes in with a surprise that has Jay reeling.


Jay is usually a very clean person who takes care to keep a spotless living space. Partly because Kyle throws fits if things aren't easily found. But he's a bit stressed. His room was littered with discarded shirts, pants, and ties. Not for the first time cursing his wings which made it so damn hard to get nice clothes, he threw his last suit onto his bed and sighed heavily, pondering what ensemble would be nice enough for prom, match with Kyle's tux, and not make him look like a miser who didn't want to put two hundred dollars down for a rented penguin suit.

At this rate, he might make it downstairs in time for Kyle's graduation.

Kyle only heard the last thump of heavy material hitting Jay's bed because he was finally done swearing at the Damn Vest. Stupid tiny buttons and what had possessed him to wear it? Oh. Right. No bow tie.

He was almost regretting it, except that bow ties were still arcane magical devices designed to piss him off, where the vest was just annoying. And Jay was apparently throwing a fit so he had better things to do than worry about a non-existent bow tie. He had a perfectly good normal one.

And he knew exactly what Jay was fussing over. Because the answer to Jay's question was in a garment bag in Kyle's closet. And it was probably time to relieve Jay's worries, Kyle decided. And besides, it was kinda cute when Jay got all "Aw, shucks."

"JAY!" He yelled "Quit with the GQ hurricane and get ready already!"

"Ah'll be ready in a minute!" came the reply. Jay stood in front of his mirror, holding a blue shirt in one hand and several ties in another. He cursed again. He was going to prom, not church. Why didn't he have anything more festive?

Dammit. That hadn't worked at all. And Kyle was hoping for an irate Jay storming in to tell him to shut up or something. This wholly sneaky thing was hard. Better take the direct approach. Grabbing the garment bag out of his closet, Kyle left his room to go the whole ten feet to Jay's, holding the bag just out of sight. "You should totally wear a tux..." He said, totally unable to hide the utterly goofy grin on his face.

Jay frowned as he threw the shirt and ties down onto his bed and turned around to face Kyle "Ah told you Ah . . . why're you grinnin' like a fool?" He was Up to something, wasn't he? "What's that you got there?" Jay read enough silly romance books and watched enough silly teen movies that he had a fanciful idea of what Kyle could be holding, except that's totally not Kyle's style. At least, that's what Jay thought.

"Um. A garment bag on a hanger?" Kyle said, still grinning. He presented the bag at Jay, and concentrated on trying to look at the ceiling to prevent what he figured was going to be a terminal case of "Oh Jesus, I am such a dork-itis."

Once Jay managed to pick his jaw up from off the floor and regain his wits, he wasn't sure whether to pounce on Kyle or knock him out. "How . . . where . . ." He stared at the white tuxedo, noticing that it had been tailored just right for his wings. "Shit. Ah dunno what ta say, Kyle."

"Clarice did the design, and we based it off some of Warren's stuff." Kyle explained. "And man, Clarice asks some hella embarrassing questions when she's trying to find out measurement stuff." He didn't blush. Much. "So, go get dressed already?" Now that the surprise was out, Kyle was having a hard time standing still.

Jay glanced at the alarm clock by his bed. They still had twenty minutes before they had to leave. After carefully hanging the tux up in his now empty closet, he grabbed Kyle's hand and pulled him close. "Took your an hour ta put this on," he whispered into Kyle's ear. "Bet it'd take me two seconds to take it off."

~*~

After they return from prom, Jay and Kyle retire to their suite. And after a little discussion and a secret confession, they partake in the traditional post-prom activity. (Not graphic, but probably not work safe.)


Jay's shoes and jacket were off the second he and Kyle stepped into the room, lips locked and hands a'roaming. The cummerbund and bowtie joined the jacket on the coffee table as the two fell onto the couch. He'd worry about the care he's taking with his brand new tuxedo, but he can always get it pressed later. Besides, there's much more important stuff to do now. Namely, undoing Kyle's vest.

The prom had been fun. More than Kyle had expected, actually, and he wasn't entirely sure what had been up with Forge and his PDA, but Forge was always randomly strange like that. Probably trying to get the speakers to make the floor vibrate or something.

And now Jay's hand was undoing buttons in rapid fashion, and Kyle couldn't object much to that either. The red-on-white of the tux and wings had him distracted for most of the night anyway.

"Ah had a great time tonight," Jay panted, coming up for air. "You really know how ta show a fella a good time." His hand slid up Kyle's shirt as Jay pulled him down for another kiss. "Best night Ah've had in a dang long time."

Kyle grinned, and ducked his head. Now he just felt silly. "I just .. I, um.." It was just a tux, he wanted to say. But he knew how much it meant to Jay. "Did you just say dang?" He asked, for lack of anything better to say that didn't sound totally lame.

"Ah'll say anything you want me ta say," Jay purred. His free hand reached up to softly tickle that little spot on the back of Kyle's neck that always has him kicking his leg like an excited puppy.

"You have 'bout nine hundred years to stop that..." Kyle said quietly. Sometimes he was half convinced that he'd do just about anything for someone who knew where that spot was. It tended to shut his brain down pretty fast, and usually woke up other things.

Jay grinned. "C'mon." He let go of Kyle so they both could get up off the couch, and Jay led him back to his room. It was a mess, but in a couple of seconds at least the bed was clean. Pulling Kyle down on top of him, they started to kiss again and Jay reached over to grab something from his nightstand.

The movement was just distracting enough that Kyle broke the kiss to try to figure out exactly what Jay was doing. "Dude..." he said slowly. "Jay?" he was pretty sure that was what he thought it was, and he was not a bit sure how he felt about it. On one hand, it wasn't like they hadn't done damn near everything else, and they'd talked about it.

On the other, thinking about it made him nervous and tense and made the little hairs on the back of his neck raise up.

Jay had been expecting this reaction. Looking up directly into Kyle's eyes, he said: "Only if you want to. Ah ain't gonna force the matter, but, well . . ." He rubbed his fingers over Kyle's sensitive spot again. Better chances of success with this tactic. "Ah've been thinkin' about this, and Ah'm ready." And besides, it's prom night. This is almost a rite of passage for young adults.

Kyle looked at everything but Jay, and especially at the ceiling. "Can we stop if, you know, I decide this it too freaky for me to deal with? And you won't go totally postal?" He wasn't even sure why he was this nervous. It wasn't like he was totally out in the weeds about this kind of thing. Sort of. "Or all mopey?"

"Ah swear. Whatever you want, Ah'm yours." He smiled, despite his heart beating loudly in anxiety. He wanted this, he really did. It's been too long since he'd been this close to anyone, and he just knew that he wanted Kyle to be the one now.

Jay was just as nervous as he was, Kyle realized. He could feel Jay's pulse under his hands, and hear how fast his heart was beating, and it wasn't just arousal there. This was more than that. He rolled over onto one side, and sat up a little and leaning against the headboard of the bed and held up his free hand, showing the for-once-neatly-trimmed but still sharp claws. "I? Am not gonna be able to, you know, with the... "

"Ah'll handle it," Jay assured him as he began unbuttoning Kyle's shirt. It was quite a relief to hear him say yes. He climbed on top of Kyle, straddling him and carefully removing his shirt. "Just go slow, 'kay? Ah love you, but Ah ain't inta pain."

Kyle was too busy concentrating on trying to figure out how to get his pants off to really register exactly what Jay had said. "No pain. Gotcha. Pain bad." At least there he'd probably be able to tell if he was just as fast as Jay would be able to tell him. No worries about -that- at least.

Jay hid a chuckle behind his hand. Yup, he'd expected that reaction, too. Jay's confession would reach Kyle eventually. But no rush right now. They had about nine hundred years.