Later he couldn't remember what he did but the next thing he knew Steve
was on the ground with his wrist caught in in an immobilizing grip, staring
up at Jarod with a stunned look.
"Where the hell did you
learn that?!" He said sharply.
"I. . .I don't
know." He released Steve's wrist hastily. "It just seemed like the right
"It was." He stared
at Jarod with thoughtful eyes.
Jarod offered Steve a hand
up. "I'm sorry, Steve. Very sorry. I shouldn't have said that. I was just
Steve hesitated then sighed.
"I understand. Apology accepted." He took Jarod's hand and let him pull him up,
wincing as he regained his feet. "Dammit! I think I wrenched something."
"Lean on me." Jarod
commanded. Steve obeyed and Jarod helped him into the sitting room. With a flip of his
hand, he leveled the futon. "Lay down. Where does it hurt?"
"My lower back."
gently, Jarod straddled Steve's thighs and began to massage his back, working his fingers
into the spasming muscle.
Steve grunted suddenly.
"Ungh! Oh, there." He sighed, his body relaxing. "That's excellent,
Jarod smiled slightly,
working his hands up and down Steve's back. After a long moment, Steve spoke again.
"Talk to me,
"Talk to you? Well,
let's see. I'm having serious problems with two things at the moment. For beginners, I
find out that someone I am seriously beginning to care about has been lying to me. .
"Nonono. Just not
telling you the whole truth is all. Ungh!"
Jarod's fingers dug overly
hard into the muscles of Steve's back and Steve glared at him over his shoulder.
"Lying by omission. It's
just as bad."
Steve flushed deeply.
"Yes. Yes, it is. I'm sorry."
"Why didn't you just
Steve hesitated. "This
isn't an easy situation, Jarod. We have the picture of a woman who supposedly died almost
forty years ago in the possession of a man claiming to be her son. What are we supposed to
"Good point." Jarod
said after a long pause, his eyes thoughtful before hazarding a guess. "There's an
"Oh, boy is there! Can
you say major? So Aunt Hennah is a tad overly cautious with long-lost heirs showing up on
"A couple times."
Steve sighed. "And the other problem is. . ?"
Jarod leaned closer, until he
was speaking softly in Steve's ear. "Part of me is raging mad at you but the other
part wants to make love to you in the worst way."
Steve turned his head to look
at Jarod. "I guess that does explain the hard-on digging into my back, doesn't
Jarod didn't answer, just
moved to press his erection harder against Steve, his breathing quickening. "Anger
and lust are kindred emotions." He thrust his hands under Steve's shirt, stroking
bare skin and leaned forward to kiss the back of his neck. It wasn't what he really wanted
to do. What he really wanted to do was tear off Steve's shorts and take him but he knew
what that would do to the man, still recovering from that vicious assault years ago.
Instead he suddenly raised himself up far enough from Steve to move. "Roll
over." He commanded and Steve obeyed.
Jarod dropped back down to
straddle Steve, staring into his wide, uncertain eyes. Despite his anger, Jarod knew he
couldn't hurt Steve. He leaned forward to kiss him, rubbing against him hard. He could
feel the bulge between Steve's legs grow even larger and he pressed his own against it,
panting as he humped the other man with increasing desperation. Steve whimpered, matching
him thrust for thrust. His hands moved to Jarod's hips, holding him close.
Just short of coming, Jarod
raised himself off Steve, moving to stand next to the futon, taking deep breaths to calm
himself. Steve looked at him with confusion in his eyes.
"Jarod, what. . ?"
"I know. . .I know you
don't want me to. . .to take you, to be on top but, please Steve. I want you inside me. I
want. . .I want to know what it's really like. Not just in dreams."
Steve reached up to draw a
trembling hand through his short silvery hair. "We've no lubricant. Or condoms."
Jarod hesitated then turned
to run from the room. He was back within moments. Steve took one look at what he held and
Jarod stopped dead, flushing.
"I read a X-File story on the Internet. They used. . ." He glanced at the butter
Steve collapsed into
laughter. When he could finally talk again, he gasped out his next question. "What
Jarod held out his other
hand, clenching a half-dozen condoms. "I forgot I had them." He admitted
sheepishly. "After Nia, I thought I'd kept some on-hand. Just in case."
Steve laughed harder and
Jarod stared at him, flustered.
"It's okay, Jarod. I'm
just. . .just. . ." He studied Jarod intently. "You really want to do this,
"Yes. Please yes."
Jarod placed what he held on the table next to the futon. The anger he'd felt earlier was
gone, replaced completely by lust and need. He stripped off his shirt and shorts. Without
rising from the futon, Steve did the same, tossing his clothes to one side. Once naked,
they both stared at each other, eyes wandering down the other's body.
Jarod was so hard it hurt but
now, at the moment of truth, uncertainty crashed in. Did he really want Steve or was he
just curious? Was anger and lust making him reckless? When he had come close to this point
with Nia, he had called Sydney to talk with him about women and Sydney had turned it into
a lab exercise. What would Sydney think if he knew that his favorite lab project was about
to let himself get fucked by a man?
Probably want all the
A hand caressed his erection
and he returned his attention to the man on the futon. Steve's expression was somber.
My choice." He whispered
before rejoining Steve on the futon. "My choice." He reached for Steve and drew
him into a deep kiss, hand slipping downward to fondle him eagerly. After a long moment,
Steve broke the kiss, making his way slowly down Jarod's body, exploring him with hands
and mouth. He stroked Jarod's erection almost roughly before leaning close, hesitating
before slowly extending his tongue, drawing it lightly around the head. He smiled at
Jarod's groan then leaned forward to engulf as much as he could, sucking hard. The fingers
of his free hand slipped lower, between Jarod's cheeks to probe him gently.
Jarod whimpered, thrusting
into the warmth of Steve's mouth but Steve was already pulling away. "Roll
over." He said hoarsely.
Jarod obeyed, trembling
slightly as Steve's fingers explored him. A finger, now slick with butter, slipped through
the tight ring of muscle and into him.
"Does it hurt?"
Steve asked in concern.
"No. No, it
doesn't." A second finger joined the first and Jarod grunted. "Ungh! That. .
.that does. A little. Don't stop!"
Steve hesitated. The last
thing he wanted to do was hurt Jarod and he knew what Jarod was asking for would hurt.
But, from what he read, it could feel good too. If Jarod was willing to put up with the
pain. . .
Apparently he was. He was
pushing back against Steve's questing fingers, encouraging him to probe further. Steve
slowly obeyed, working his fingers in deeper, trying to remember what he had read. He
moved his fingers gently.
Jarod suddenly grunted,
muscles tightening around Steve's fingers. Steve looked at him in alarm.
"Jarod. . .!"
"No, no. It's all right.
That. . .that felt good. Do it again."
Steve did and Jarod sighed
"Now, Steve." He
Steve withdrew his fingers
and moved to kneel between Jarod's legs. He was almost painfully hard but still hesitant,
uncertain of what to do. He took his time pulling on a condom and coating it with even
more butter before moving to cover Jarod's body with his own. Resting on one hand, Steve
used his free hand to guide the head of his erection to Jarod's opening then hesitated,
abruptly moving to one side.
Jarod looked at him, almost
in desperation. "Steve!"
"I'm afraid I'm going to
hurt you, Jarod. I want you to have more control over this." He stretched out on his
back. "Get above me."
Jarod saw what he wanted
immediately and moved to straddle Steve, a knee on either side of his hips. Steve reached
up to hold his hips as Jarod gripped Steve's erection at the base and lowered himself
until the head rested against his anus. Taking a deep breath and releasing it slowly,
Jarod worked the thick head into himself then paused, letting his body adjust the unusual
feeling of being entered.
Steve said hoarsely. "No hurry."
Jarod looked down at him with
a shaky smile. It did hurt, more then he would have liked but he wanted this. More than
anything. He relaxed his thigh muscles, just beginning to tremble with the strain, and
slowly impaled himself on Steve, gritting his teeth against the pain. It seemed to take
forever but finally he had taken all of him. Jarod paused, feeling the hot smoothness of
Steve's sac against him, his own nestled in curly pubic hair. He took a deep breath and
looked at his lover's concerned face.
"How badly is this
hurting you?" Steve asked quietly.
Jarod blinked. "A
bit." He admitted then amended that. "Quite a bit. But it's easing."
And it was. Steve filled him
totally and it felt odd, stretching him more then he'd ever thought possible. But the pain
was easing. Jarod slowly raised himself, not far, perhaps a bare two inches then dropped
back down, trying to find the best angle. At first the pain increased then the head of
Steve's erection hit something that made Jarod want to scream with pleasure. He bit his
lip and tried to repeat the motion. He succeeded and he kept that angle, feeling pleasure
cover the pain, pushing what little was left into the background.
stop!" He heard Steve yell and he paused, looking down at Steve, blinking the sweat
from his eyes, half-afraid that Steve would demand they stop. But he didn't. Instead,
Steve slowly sat up, his hands on Jarod's hips and urged him to roll over onto his back.
Once there, Steve pushed Jarod's legs back and apart, looking down to where their bodies
were still joined. His breathing quickened and he looked at Jarod with lust-brightened
"You're tight." He
said hoarsely. "So damn tight!" Moving so his knees were under Jarod, Steve drew
back then thrust forward. Jarod groaned at the feeling, resting his legs on Steve's
shoulders and reaching down to stroke himself in time with Steve's thrusts, only
half-aware of Steve bracing himself on his arms and leaning close enough to kiss him hard.
Jarod opened his mouth, his tongue meeting and caressing Steve's.
murmured against Jarod's lips. "So hot and tight and it feels so good. . ."
Whatever else he may have wanted to say were lost in his moans of pleasure as he moved in
an age-old rhythm.
whispered hoarsely. "Steve." He found himself repeating the other man's name
over and over again, a mantra of pure pleasure. Pain came rarely now, totally overwhelmed
by pleasure. He felt a tightening in his groin and cried out, stroking himself harder then
he was coming, semen spilling over his hand and splattering on Steve's chest and belly.
Steve gasped at the feeling
of Jarod's muscles tightening around him. He thrust even deeper, moving with short, rapid
strokes as he came, whispering Jarod's name. Bracing himself on his hands, he thrust one
last time, sighing at the feeling of release then looked down at the man beneath him.
"How did it feel?"
Steve asked hoarsely and Jarod looked up at him with bright eyes.
said softly. "Just wonderful." Then he added. "After the initial pain, that
is. Good thing you weren't any bigger or I might not have been able to handle it."
"Hmmmm. Hang tight. I'm
going to slip out now." Steve drew free of Jarod's body then worked the condom loose,
tying it closed and rising to drop it into a nearby waste can. He collapsed back onto the
futon. "Deities." He whispered fervently then caught the question in Jarod's
eyes. "Yes, it was wonderful for me too."
rested his hand on Steve's chest before speaking hesitantly. "Do you think, some day.
His voice faltered but Steve
knew what he was asking. He flinched, remembering that night years ago, the cruel invasion
of his body by something inhuman, used by a very sick man to hurt and humiliate him, the
horrible pain that eased only when there was enough blood to act as lubricant. But he
could also remember the look of intense pleasure on Jarod's face just moments before, how
much he had enjoyed having Steve inside of him.
smiled faintly. "Not today but. . .someday."
"That's enough for
me." Jarod rose onto his elbow and leaned over to kiss Steve gently.
The phone rang.
"Oh, god." Steve
muttered. "Jim, get a life."
"You think it's your
Steve threw him a look and
rose, walking over to the phone, answering it with a weary, "Hello, Jim."
Jarod, of course, could only
hear one side of the conversation. He rested his head on his hand and listened.
"At least you waited
until we were done. Actually I'm surprised you didn't call after the first time. Oh, you
tried. Well, I didn't tell you about meeting a woman because I haven't. I told you about
Jarod. Stop freaking out on me, Jim. Jim. Jim! I'm going to hang up and disconnect the
phone if you don't listen, dammit!" The last bit came out as a yell.
Jim must have calmed down
since Steve didn't hang up the phone. He walked over to sit on the futon next to Jarod.
"That's better. No,
actually, I had no intention of actually having sex with him but it's happened and I loved
every minute of it. It was my choice, Jim." Steve was silent for a long moment,
obviously listening then looked at Jarod. "You know better then that." He
listened a moment longer. "Yes, we were careful. Condoms and. . ." He exchanged
a wry look with Jarod. "Lubricant. No, I'm not planning on being on bottom for
awhile. Not until I'm ready. Jarod agrees. You coming to visit soon? Yes, that's a change
of subject. Is it working? All right, all right. I'll talk to you later. Bye, Jim."
Steve turned the phone off
and set it down before rejoining Jarod on the futon.
"I take it Jim felt what
stretched out next to him.
"Do you always feel each
other's sexual encounters?"
"Hmmmmmm. Not always.
We're pretty good at blocking each other out." He hesitated. "Jim. . .he tends
to be over protective of me since the attack. Did I tell you he almost killed the man? If
Quint hadn't pulled him off and convinced him that I needed him, he just may have. He
wanted me to move out to Portland when I recovered but I figured that wouldn't be very
fair to his wife and son." He laughed softly. "Now, with the demise of his
marriage, I was hoping he'd move out here but his son is still living in Portland."
"What happened to the
guy who. . .?"
"Dead. Knifed in
"Oh." Jarod fell
silent, idly stroking Steve's chest. "Steve, tell me about Miranda Moore."
Steve stiffened and Jarod
could have bitten his tongue as he realized what Steve was thinking. He sat up and glared
down at the man.
"No, I did not make love
to you to get information! I did it because I wanted to!"
Steve stared at him for a
long moment, uncertainty on his face then he abruptly relaxed.
"I'm sorry, Jarod. We
both seem to be jumping to conclusions today."
crossed his legs, shifting uncomfortably.
corrected with a grin. He saw the worried look in Steve's eyes and sighed. "I'm fine.
There was no bleeding, was there? And the pain's faded." He reached out to take
Steve's hand gently. "It was great, Steve. And you know I am telling the truth."
Steve blinked then laughed.
"Yes, I know." He sat up to sit cross-legged in front of Jarod. "Actually,
I don't know much about Miranda other then her disappearance. That was almost forty years
ago." He frowned thoughtfully.
Jarod was having some
thoughts of his own and he didn't like them at all. "Maybe that isn't a picture of my
mother." He said reluctantly. "Maybe they just randomly picked a picture of a
woman and said it was."
"Maybe. But why Miranda?
And. . ." Steve paused thoughtfully. "And even so it raises new questions. In that
picture you have, Miranda must be in her early to mid twenties. She vanished when she was
Jarod thought back on what
Steve had said earlier. "She graduated when she was sixteen?"
"She graduated when she
was fourteen." Steve corrected. "The village doesn't like to call attention to
their gifted youngsters so they gave her a two-year sabbatical before considering
"Oh." Jarod blinked
and Steve laughed.
"Come on. A quick shower
and we'll get dressed. I want to show you something."
He wouldn't say what as the
two men showered together, despite Jarod's questions. Ten minutes later, they were dressed
in fresh clothing and Steve was tugging Jarod into his bedroom.
"If we were coming here,
we could have just stayed naked." Jarod commented and Steve threw him a nasty look.
"That you've already
seen. This is what I want to show you." He walked over to the fireplace and did
something Jarod couldn't see. There was a very faint rumbling noise and the back of the
fireplace swung backward.
Jarod blinked, leaning
forward to rest his hands on his knees, peering into the darkness. "Cool." He
said with a note of awe.
"This entire place is
riddled with secret passageways. The original owner, the man who built this place and help
found the town, was a pirate. Among other things. If, and that's a big if, if the Centre
or anyone for that matter shows up looking for you, you can just duck into one of the
hidden doors. I'll show you the others later."
"Where do they
"Depends which tunnel
you take." Steve reached for a battery-operated lantern just inside the opening and
turned it on. "Most of them go toward the village or out to the cove but one goes to
Moore Manor. Come on."
They slipped into the tunnel,
Steve pausing to close the door behind them. "There's lanterns scattered through the
tunnels. And if you ever end up in here without me. . .look." Steve raised the
lantern as high as he could. Carved in the wood over a foot higher then either of their
heads was a very small arrow. If you didn't know what you were looking for, it would have
seemed to be just another odd crack in the wood. "Follow the arrows and they'll
eventually take you to the village."
Steve lead Jarod downward
through the house, showing him the door tucked into the fireplace in the kitchen then
leading him to the beach via the hidden tunnels. Jarod marveled out loud at the simplicity
of the tunnel design and Steve laughed.
"You should see the
tunnels under Moore Manor." He shook his head. "Over the centuries, the entire
village has been on-and-off involved in smuggling and the Manor was the centerpiece of the
entire operation. According to village legend, there's even a dungeon down there, complete
with forgotten prisoners." Turning off the lantern, Steve set it at the mouth of the
tunnel and closed the door securely. Once closed, Jarod couldn't distinguish
it from the
cliff wall. "Come on."
Steve lead him to the Manor's
side of the cove and up the weather-worn stairs that had been carved directly from the
cliff face. At the up-close sight of the Manor, Jarod stopped dead, blinking.
"Steve. . ."
"Yes, it is the same
design. They were built at roughly the same time. The Roberts and the Moores came here at
about the same time but the Roberts House has been empty for decades." He grinned at
Jarod. "It's suppose to be haunted."
But Steve was already walking
away, toward the house. He paused suddenly at a rose bush, smiling slightly. Snapping off
a blossom, he pinched off the thorns before turning to offer it to Jarod.
"For you." He said
quietly. "Thank you. For everything."
Jarod smiled, reaching out to
take the rose, entwining his fingers with Steve's. He leaned forward, meaning
to kiss the
man when a movement caught his eyes. He pausing, blinking.
"Steve," he said,
his lips just barely touching the other man's. "Would your Aunt Hennah happen to be a
rather tall woman with gray hair done in a bun given to black dresses and a cameo
Steve blinked. "No, that
would be Emily." He looked over his shoulder then ducked as a broom whistled past
where his head had been. He scrambled behind Jarod, wrapping his arms around the other's
waist and using him as a shield. "You're supposed to be visiting your daughter!"
He said accusingly.
"I was. I just got
home." She looked at Jarod, eyes finally resting on the rose he held.
Jarod looked down at the
flower and flushed slightly. "I take it we shouldn't pick the flowers?"
"Hmmmmm. From this side
of the house there won't be much fuss. Just stay away from the gardens on the other side
or Heinrich will have your hide." She turned, gathering her skirts in one hand.
"Come inside, I'll make tea."
muttered as they followed the woman into the house.
"The handyman. Chauffer.
Bodyguard. Whatever. Someone you definitely would not like to meet in a dark alley. Or a
well-lit one for that matter. He's roughly six-foot-nine, built like Conan and looks like
the Aryan ideal. Hitler would have loved him." Once inside a kitchen much like the
one they had been earlier, Steve spoke up louder. "Emily, this is Jarod. As you
probably already know." He hesitated then added in a somewhat defiant voice. "I
told him about Miranda."
"Did you now? Why?"
She didn't sound at all surprised.
Steve didn't answer, just
flushed deeply. Emily turned at his silence and saw his expression.
"Hmmmm." Was all
she said before turning back to what she was doing. "Go into the library. I'll bring
the tea there. Have you eaten this morning?"
Steve blinked. "Now that
you mention it, no. We made eggs but. . ." His flush deepened.
"That's the fun about
fair-skinned men." Emily said to Jarod. "They blush so easily and it shows up so
nicely. I picked up some danish in the village. I'll bring that as well."
"All right." Steve
said in a small voice and lead Jarod from the room. Jarod wasn't surprised to see that the
library was in the same place as the one in Steve's house though the layout was different.
While there were as many books, there were also a number of display cases, including a
floor-to-ceiling display of tarot cards.
Once there, Steve stopped
with a frown. "I think she was expecting me to tell you." He said in a puzzled
"I was." Emily
swept in, making Steve jump. "You are a dear boy, Steve but you're as honest as the
day is long. That's one reason your mother kept you out of the family business. Hennah
figured that if a relationship between you two actually did develop, you would tell him
the truth. But she thought to be back before then." She set the tray on a low table
in front of a well-stuffed sofa.
Jarod asked Steve softly.
"I'll explain that
later." Steve muttered back.
"So she asked me to get
a few things together in preparation. Just in case." She gestured toward the sofa.
"Just keep everything tidy." She started for the door.
"Where are you
going?" Steve asked.
"Back to the village.
This is between you two and I can't aid either of you. Yet." And she was gone.
Jarod walked over to the
sofa, staring at the book resting there. Hesitantly, he picked it up.
It was leather-bound and
scrapbook size with the name C. Miranda Moore emblazoned in silver on the front and spine.
Above the name on the front was an oval black-and-white photo of the woman he was told was
his mother. She was, he thought, a lovely young woman.
"A Legacy book."
Steve murmured then, seeing Jarod's questioning look, elaborated. "Everyone has one.
It's sort of a large brag book. Here." He took the book from Jarod and sat on the
sofa. Jarod sat next to him. "As you can see, it has the name on the front and a
picture as well, normally replaced every year. Open it up. . ." And he did.
"Birth certificate on the front page, then a yearly update complete with a picture
maybe every five years. And newspaper clippings when they apply."
"You have one?"
"Hmmmm. My mother has
it. Normally the parents do this. So this is Miranda's."
"I see." Jarod took
the book back and opened it, slowly going from page to page.
Steve poured two mugs of tea
and stretched out on the sofa, resting his legs on Jarod's lap. Jarod didn't even seem to
notice, just raised the book out of harm's way then used Steve's legs to rest the book on.
He took the mug absently, his eyes locked on the book.
Steve sighed and reached for
a danish, careful not to get crumbs on the sofa. He knew what was in Miranda's Legacy
book, he had read it earlier while Jarod lay in a deep sleep shortly after his arrival. It
wasn't very long, covering only sixteen years, but it was busy.
"She was brilliant,
wasn't she?" Jarod said softly.
"Yes, she was. My guess
is that, if she hadn't disappeared, she'd be a leading scientist right now."
corrected absently. "These notes...it looks like she was interested in
engineering." He looked at Steve then at the legs on his lap. "When did this
Steve chuckled and reached
for a danish, offering it to Jarod. "Here. They're excellent."
Jarod took it, nibbling
absently. "There's a book for every person in the village?"
full of danish, Steve nodded then swallowed. "For every person since the village was
"Where are they?"
Steve hesitated. "I
don't think I should. I mean, we're not sure that you're actually Miranda's son."
Jarod rested his fingers
lightly on the picture of Miranda.
"What do you
think?" He asked quietly.
Steve stared at him then
swung his legs off Jarod's lap and stood, walking over to a bookcase. Carefully he pulled
out three books in three separate locations then twisted a bookend. A bookcase across the
room swung outward. Walking over, he swung it open even further, revealing another
bookcase hidden behind it, filled with books just like the one Jarod held.
"There's a book here for
every person born in the village since it was founded. Well, not all here here. These
books pertain mainly to the Moores starting with..." He reached up and pulled the
first book from the top shelf. "Zebadiah Moore. The founder of Mooreland."
Jarod took it, studying the
cover. No photo, of course but the name Zebadiah Moore was worked into the leather in
"You're going to read
all of these, aren't you?" Steve asked.
Jarod looked at the rows of
books. "If I can."
Steve sighed, running a hand
through his hair. "Then I'm going to leave you here and go take care of some things.
Lloyd's probably had the groceries delivered so I better get them put away." He
stepped closer to Jarod, kissing him gently. "I'll be back later, okay?"
Jarod slipped a hand into
Steve's hair and deepened the kiss. "I'll be waiting."
Jarod watched as Steve walked
out the door then poured himself a mug of tea before settling in a chair nearest to the
hidden books. Gingerly he opened the first book and began to read.
Steve walked back to the
house, taking the more direct shortcut that started in the Manor's kitchen and ended in
the Robert's House kitchen. A look onto the front porch confirmed his suspicions. The
groceries were there, packed in boxes. He carried them one by one into the kitchen and
unpacked them, putting everything where it belonged. He hesitated at the last items,
blushing involuntarily. Apparently Lloyd hadn't known what kind of condoms to send and
had settled for a variety of kinds, including glow-in-the-dark, textured and even
"I'll get you for that,
Lloyd." He muttered, putting the condoms and lubricant on the stairs to go upstairs.
Walking into the library, he
turned on his computer, resolving to get the outline of his next book done and off to the
publisher before said publisher started screaming. And, boy, did he have an idea for a
What if a secret
organization stole away a genius child and trained him to do simulations. . . ?
He set to work.