Note: This came out of a picture of Sam Heughan filming/ recording (??) for his podcast Clanlands. @balfeheughlywed posted about it and about a paperboy au, and somehow this came out. If I get inspired I will write more. But for now there is this. Un-beta'ed and barely spellchecked.
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Jamie Fraser had been running his paper route for nearly six months. He was good at it. He knew the streets, knew the shortcuts to take on his second-hand bike and thanks to all the peddling, his calves were coming along quite nicely thank you very much.
He’d grown up in the area, and knew it like the back of his hand. So when he’d asked for a job from Murtagh Fitzgibbons, the grumpy old man that ran the newsagency, he knew he’d get the job. It probably helped that Murtagh was also his godfather but who was counting nepotism on a simple paper route.
It wasn’t a busy route. Only a few older residents of Broch Mordha liked their paper delivered by hand rather than reading the news online like the rest of the modern world. Things always did move slower in this village. “Tradition” they called it. “Because if they didn’t follow the towns traditions, then who would?” That’s what they always said. Jamie figured it was about time for some new traditions but he didn’t dare say that out loud to anyone. He was only 16. He wasn’t meant to have an opinion yet. Not one that would be listened to anyway.
Everyone always knew each other’s business in his village. He often wondered if that was part of the tradition of the town- knowing everyone else’s news. It seemed like the adults only told each other everyone else’s news, nobody ever had news of their own.
“Did you hear that McNully’ tractor broke last week?”
“I heard that Daniel Abels’ was selling the back half of his lot. Canna keep up with the maintenance.”
“Sally Finley got into a bit of strife last week, word is she’s been seeing Arnold Erwin and Johnathon Lackie on the side. Old Arnold was’na to pleased when he got home that night, I can tell ye.”
It was a wonder they even needed the newspaper with the amount of gossip that went on in the town.
Though, it gave Jamie a job and “some responsibility, which was sorely needed” as his older sister Jenny told him, not to mention it was nice to have a little change in his pocket at the end of the day.
“Ye shorted me a paper this morning,” Jamie said as he entered the rundown newsagents to see his godfather reading the paper behind the counter. “I did’na have Walter Stuart’s paper. Now I have to go all the way back out.”
“Ye dinna need to be delivering the paper to Walter’s house anymore,” Murtagh replied gruffly as Jamie picked up a fresh copy ready to deliver.
“Did he cancel?” He asked as he dropped it back onto the pile.
“Somethin’ like that. He died yesterday morn.”
Murtagh didn’t meant to be brusque, it was just how everything came out. Murtagh’s general opinion on life was “if it can be said in five words, say it in one”. Jamie found it endearing, other people called it rude.
“He died?” Jamie repeated in surprise
“Aye. Heart attack.”
“Jesus,” Jamie said under his breath before clearing his throat at the look at he his godfather was giving him. “Well, that’s a shame. He lived alone didn’t he?”
“Aye,” Murtagh grunted- never one to get involved in anyone else’s business.
“Wonder what will happen to his place now.”
“Probably go on the market.” Murtagh shrugged before raising the paper and continuing to read, a clear indication that the conversation was closed.
Jamie bid his godfather farewell picked up his bike and rode home, his mind firmly set on what would become of Walter Stuart’s house.
—
It wasn’t on his route anymore but Jamie couldn’t help riding past Walter Stuart’s house, just to see what would become of it.
The town has been abuzz with the news of his death and a funeral was promptly organised. The older women of the village, like squawking hens, immediately came together to theorise about old Walters death.
“Heard he died in the bath, imagine that, paramedics coming to rescue ye in the altogether.”
“I heard he choked on a chicken bone, was blue in the face when they finally got to him.”
“He had a heart attack,” the wise voice of Douglas McKenzie said over all the chatter, “he was nearing 90, it’s no’ a surprise.”
One day a “For Sale” sign went up as Jamie rode past the house. Who would ever choose to move to his small town, Jamie couldn’t think, but a little over a week later a bright red “SOLD” sign was pasted across the front.
Probably another old hen coming for retirement, or an old man looking for a peaceful village in which he could live out his remaining years in solitude- like Walter.
Two weeks after the “SOLD” sign appeared, so did two large moving vans. Jamie stayed to watch a while as the removalists carried in various pieces of furniture. Eventually one of them yelled at Jamie to either “help out or scram” and he peddled away quickly.
Jamie didn’t see any movement in Walter Stuart’s house for another month after the removalists has left. He thought it was strange that someone would move all their possessions into a house, and then not turn up to live there.
Of course, the village gossip’s were having a field day guessing what it could mean.
“Who moves all their furniture but does’na live there?”
“I heard it was some rich philanthropist that wanted a house in the country. He’ll probably only be here once a week.”
“Where did you hear that Dottie? Why would someone buy a house out here? A house that someone died in no less?”
“That’s just what I heard,” Dottie replied defensively.
—
Four months after Walters funeral, the moving trucks had arrived and left and the house sat vacant with no sign of life coming or going, a light was turned on in the hallway, followed by one in the kitchen and then what everyone assumed was the lounge room. It seemed that Walter Stuart’s house had at last received its tenants.
Nobody saw them arrive, there were no new cars on the street, it was as if they had suddenly appeared.
—
Jamie was well into his job as the paperboy now. A few more houses had been added to his route and the village gossip’s (mostly older women) loved to stall him when he delivered his papers to find out any information about their neighbours, especially about those that had moved into Walter Stuart’s house.
No one had seen hide nor hair of them since they had moved in. The lights went on and off and there was the sound of laughter occasionally through an open window, but still nobody in Broch Mordha knew what the new tenants looked like.
—
Jamie had been just as curious as everyone else and stopping by the house on his morning drop off has become second nature to him. It wasn’t that he was trying to see through the curtains, or spy on them for the benefit of the villagers; it was simply curiosity.
He was sure that he had heard a young girls laughter at some point as he rode past and he was curious to know who it belonged to.
—
“Laoghaire, get back inside and make yer bed.” The shrill voice of Mrs MacKenzie sounded from inside the house as Jamie stopped to dig the paper from his satchel.
“Hi Jamie,” the shy high-pitched voice of Laoghaire made him look up in surprise as she bobbed up from behind her fence.
“Alright Laoghaire.”
He saw her blush a deep red as he said hello and he handed her a newspaper. Girls were confusing, she was two years his junior and seemed to be out front every morning ready to take the paper from him.
“Have ye had a busy mornin’?” She asked eagerly.
“I suppose. As busy as any other,” he replied as he steadied his bike again. “See ye later then.”
“Bye Jamie,” she called sweetly as he rode off, he turned to look to see that she was blushing again as she waved him off.
Girls were weird, Jamie thought as he heard Laoghaire’s mother call out her name again, with more impatience.
—-
Once again Jamie stopped by Walter Stuart’s house. His paper route now completed. His satchel empty. It was a habit now; to park across the street, under the shade of a huge tree and watch the house for a minute or two. Jamie dismounted from his bike and took the time to stretch out his arms and legs. It wasn’t backbreaking work but it’s wasn’t exactly a walk in the park either. His body had become accustomed to the ride, and even with the new routes he’d picked up it wasn’t difficult so much as slightly tiring. Some days more than others.
As he bent to try and (unsuccessfully) touch his toes he heard the front door open of Walter Stuart’s house and a young feminine voice call out to someone inside.
“I’ll be back soon, Lamb, I just need to get out of the house for a while.”
Jamie jolted upright so quickly in his surprise that someone was coming out of the house that he lost his balance and fell backward onto his bike with an almighty crash.
The air was forced from Jamie’s lungs as he fell and his shin was throbbing something fierce as he tried to disentangle himself from his bike and bag.
“Are you alright?” A voice from somewhere beside him asked, it was soft, gentle and oh so very, very English.
“I’m...” Jamie turned to look at whoever had asked the question and felt his words catch in his throat.
She was gorgeous, stunning, like the sun had come out from behind the clouds on a rainy day and everything was brighter than before.
“You’ve cut your leg. Hold on a moment.” The girl turned away from him and pulled something out of a bag Jamie didn’t realise she was holding.
Jamie couldn’t look away from her. He still was lying awkwardly on the body of his bike, the pedal digging painfully into his lower back, his satchel somehow twisted around his feet but he couldn’t move. He’d never really thought of any girl as beautiful before.
Sure they were hot and there were a few that did funny things to his insides and one particular part of his anatomy. (A lesson his father had given him at the age of twelve that they had both blushed furiously through and then promptly never spoken of again.)
But this girl was something else. Jamie didn’t even know her name but he was convinced he was in love with her.
“This is it lad. You’ll marry this lass one day.” It was a stupid thought but it was the only clear thing that was running through his head at that moment.
That was of course until she applied pressure to his shin and he yelped in pain.
“Sorry,” she said sounding not even remotely sorry at all. “It’s bleeding quite a lot. Though, shins have a tendency to do that. Much like head wounds. Always bleed much worse than the actual injury. Stay still. I need to check how bad it is.”
She spoke rapidly and Jamie found it was all he could to listen to her talk, study the way that her mouth sounded out the words and the way her curly hair fluttered in the breeze.
“Not nearly as bad as I thought. No stitches needed but you did give yourself a bloody good scrape. Any other injuries, or is it just the leg?”
She looked up at him then and Jamie felt like he’d received another punch to his gut as he looked into her eyes. The colour of whiskey; intelligence of a hawk, and the cunningness of a panther, her eyes were the windows to her mind and he could see that hers were moving quickly over his face.
“Just the leg I think, though the longer I lie on my bike like this, the more I think my ars- my back may need tending to,” Jamie replied, thrilled that he had managed to string together a full sentence and annoyed at himself that he’d nearly asked her to inspect his arse.
“Right yes, of course. I’m Claire by the way,” she said nimbly stepping backwards from him, giving him room to extract himself from his bike and bag.
“Jamie,” he answered as he righted himself. His shin was still bleeding fairly profusely and he could feel the trickle of liquid make its way down into his socks.
“You’d better come inside. Get a plaster on that.” Claire didn’t wait for his response and turned on her heel and headed back towards Walter Stuart’s house.
—
“I’m back,” Claire called out to the seemingly empty house as Jamie followed her through nervously.
Walter Stuart’s house. He’d never been in Walter Stuart’s house. He looked into the living room and felt a shudder as it ran through him, wondering if that was where the old man had died.
“That was quick, Bumblebee.” An older man appeared from the kitchen, a pink flowery apron tied around his waist. “And you’ve brought back someone.”
“Lamb this is Jamie. Jamie this is Lamb,” Claire introduced quickly. “Are there plasters in the bathroom?” Without waiting for an answer Claire bounded off leaving Jamie standing somewhat awkwardly in front of the man Claire had just introduced.
“Jamie is it?” Lamb clarified as Jamie nodded shyly. “Well come in and have a seat. Nasty gash you’ve given yourself there.” Lamb looked down at his leg briefly and without waiting for Jamie to respond, he turned and went back to the kitchen assuming Jamie would follow- which he did.
—
“So Jamie. You’re a local then?” Lamb asked as he went back to whatever he was stirring, which seemed to be a rather large vessel of concrete.
“Ay- Yes sir I am,” Jamie replied politely, now holding the handkerchief that Claire had given him against his leg, trying to staunch the bleeding from his shin as he sat in a chair near a very small dining table.
“No need to call me sir, son. Professor Beauchamp will be just fine.”
“Oh,” Jamie mumbled awkwardly, “so-sorry I didn’t know.”
“I’m joking lad, Lamb is fine. So Jamie, how did you sustain such a ghastly injury?” Lamb said all this very quickly with an odd chuckle that make Jamie question how much of what he had said was actually a joke and what was so funny about it.
“Oh,” Jamie shuffled uncomfortably in his seat. He couldn’t very well say that it was the shock of someone actually exiting Walter Stuart’s house that made him fall over in surprise. More-so he then couldn’t say that it was Lamb’s very attractive daughter that had made him lose all sense of rational thought as she sat by him and helped him with his leg.
“I run the paper route in the town and I’d just stopped to take a break and... fell over,” he finished somewhat lamely as Lamb looked over and studied him carefully.
“A paper route? Fascinating.” Lamb looked back to whatever he was stirring and Jamie swallowed heavily. Fascinating wasn’t exactly something that Jamie would use to describe his paper route... or anything in the village for that matter.
“I...err, suppose so,” Jamie replied awkwardly. If any of the old women in town heard that Jamie had met the mysterious residents of Walter Stuart’s house, and furthermore been inside and heaven-forbid have a conversation with them, well Jamie would be the talk of the town.
Lamb seemed to lose himself in whatever he was creating in his kitchen and Jamie couldn’t think of anything further to say to engage the man in conversation, so he sat quietly waiting for Claire, the girl that he had just met (and promptly fallen in love with) to return.
“Well I think that this is just about ready,” Lamb announced in triumph, turning away from the concrete looking substance and donning two industrial strength gloves from the bench beside him. “Be a lad and open that door for me?” Lamb indicated the door leading to the back garden and Jamie jumped up (wincing at the pressure on his shin as he moved) and opened the door as Lamb carried the mysterious concoction outside.
Jamie stood watching as Lamb poured, what he was now sure was concrete, into a perfectly squared off area of the garden with a heaving grunt.
“Found them!” Claire’s voice from behind Jamie made him swing around in surprise. She had tied her hair back now, though there were some loose curls already springing forth around her face.
“Honestly, he leaves things in the oddest places sometimes. You’d think that they would be a bathroom cupboard. But no. They were in his sock drawer. Because where else would you look for a plaster but your sock drawer?” Claire spoke quickly and Jamie found himself nodding dumbly at her.
Christ. She was gorgeous. Jamie felt his cock twitch as she turned away from him and beckoned him to sit down in the chair he had just vacated to help Lamb with the door.
Jamie followed obediently and sat where she indicated.
“I also brought some disinfectant, not bleach, medical stuff. Just to clean it out. It might sting,” Claire explained as she swiped the gash with some brown antiseptic liquid. It stung but Jamie made sure to school his features so that he didn’t flinch.
Claire gave a knowing smile as she cleaned the gash, as if she had seen his thigh clench with the sting but she didn’t say anything.
“Hmm,” She hummed as she applied pressure to his still bleeding shin.
“What’s wrong?” Jamie asked, purposefully avoiding looking where her nimble fingers were touching his calf.
“Well I have a plaster here, which is fine, it’s just that... well, your leg is quite hairy isn’t it?”
Jamie glanced down to see the blonde hairs on his legs, some coated and pasted down with his blood.
“Aye, I suppose,” he tried to shrug nonchalantly.
“It’s just that the adhesive will hurt quite a bit when you have to take the plaster off again. A waxing of sorts,” Claire explained, before biting her bottom lip as she thought.
“Ye want to shave my leg?” Jamie asked in surprise. “Chris- we’ve just met and ye want to shave ma leg?”
“I was just thinking about when you have to pull the plaster off. It will hurt a hell of a lot more,” Claire said patiently.
“Ye are not shavin’ my leg, Sassenach,” Jamie replied stubbornly.
“Sassenach?” Claire quirked an eyebrow at him, “never been called that before.”
“There’s a first for everything,” Jamie grimaced as Claire lifted the cotton ball with the stinging antiseptic from his leg. “And tha’ does’na include shaving ma leg. Just put the plaster on and be done with it. I’ll deal with ripping it off later”
“Stubborn, aren’t you?” Claire snorted with laughter as she applied the large bandage to his shin. Jamie could feel the adhesive already pulling at the hair but he nodded anyway, as if wasn’t a bother.
“Aye- Yes. My sister says my head is harder than rocks; either stubborn or being hit over the head, I’m the same.”
“I’ll keep that in mind,” Claire smiled as she cleaned up the rubbish.
“Thank ye for yer help. I appreciate it.”
“It’s not a bother. I’ve seen you riding around the streets a few times. You deliver the papers?” Claire asked as she washed her hands and moved to the open door where they could hear Lamb humming to himself.
“I’m going out again,” she called out the door, and without waiting for a response led Jamie back out of the house.
“So the paper. You deliver it?” She asked again as they walked back to Jamie abandoned bike.
“Aye, I mean yes. Just a small route, mind, few of the elderly folk that dinna like to go out too much.”
“Do you have anyone on our street?” Claire asked with her hands on her hips as Jamie picked up his bike and slung his bag across his body.
“Not here, no, but Mrs Duncan round the corner, the Mackenzie’s back a street, the Wakefield’s and Mohr’s,” Jamie pointed back the way he’d come. “Oh and the Randall’s, but they’re a few streets away from here I suppose.”
“But none on this street?” She clarified as Jamie started to wheel his bike in the direction of his own house, Claire keeping pace with him.
“No, not on this street.”
“Hmmph.” Claire made an unimpressed sound and crossed her arms across her chest.
“What?” Jamie asked in confusion.
“So why do you come onto our street, stop under that tree and stare at my house?” Claire asked forcefully.
Jamie felt himself blush as he shook his head. “I just stop to take a break after peddling round all morning. The tree’s got good shade and I canna help it if yer house is across from it.”
Claire didn’t say anything further and Jamie found himself babbling to her to fill the silence.
“It gets hot most mornings. It’s a good place to stop a’fore I have to ride back home and start my chores. I did’na even realise that someone lived in the house till ye came out of it.”
“Is that so?” Claire asked, clearly disbelieving him.
“Aye, why? What did ye think? That I was stalking ye?” Jamie’s voice sounded rough and he knew it was because it was a half truth. He wasn’t stalking perhaps. He was just curious about the residents of Walter Stuart’s house.
“Not exactly no. But you do stop there an awful lot and stare at the house,” Claire said somewhat sheepishly.
“Maybe I should be worried about you stalking me, watching me come and go like that,” Jamie said sarcastically, hoping to lighten the mood.
“Well there’s only so much you can do from within the house without going insane, so you start looking out,” Claire answered quietly, almost in embarrassment.
“Why did’na ye go out before?”
“Reasons.” Claire answered shortly, promptly shutting down Jamie’s line of questions.
“Fair enough,” he conceded. “So where were ye headed to before ye came to patch me up?”
“Nowhere really. Just wanted to get out of the house. Explore the area that I’m supposed to be living in,” Claire said with a shrug.
“Do ye want a tour?” Jamie asked a little too enthusiastically. Anything to spend more time with Claire- he would do it. They would probably attend the same school when the break was over, but the more he could get to know her now, the better.
“Is there even enough to look at for a tour?” Claire asked skeptically.
“When ye ken where to go,” Jamie answered smugly and turned left down the next street without waiting to see if she followed- which she did.
The first time Aleks woke up was to James moving away from him in bed. Bright light assualted his eyes and he just assumed it was James getting up to go to school for practice or something. He went right back to sleep after cuddling into the other boys pillow. The second time he woke up was because Seamus was straddling him and shaking him violently.
“Come on get up.” Aleks frowned and sat up, rubbing at his eyes.
“Why are you still here? James left like two hours ago, aren’t you late?” Seamus sighed at his sleepy response. He got off the Russian and walked over to the open door.
“Just get up and get dressed. Its Friday dude, we don’t have practice.” Seamus closed the door, leaving Aleks tangled in bed sheets and confused.
Aleks combed his fingers through his hair, wearing one of James’ t-shirts he found on the floor and a pair of jeans. The other guys were running about, trying to locate corsages and tuxedos. Oh. Aleks had forgotten prom was that day. Moreover, James had never asked him. The thought was only stuck in his mind for a minute before Seamus handed him a granola bar and pulled him out of the house by his wrist. He was pushed into the passenger side of Seamus’ car.
“Aleks seriously get the fuck back up.” He must have fallen back asleep because Seamus was glaring at him again.
“I’m up! I’m up! Don’t look at me like that man.” Aleks unbuckled his seatbelt, getting out of the car to see fully where they were. It looked like the high school. But why the fuck would Seamus take him there.
“Here come with me.” Seamus tugged him forward around to the teacher’s parking lot. Instead of the usual black top covered with yellow lines there were swirls of sidewalk chalk in many soft shades. Reds, purples, and pinks mixed together to form a large patch of flowers covering over four parking spaces. Stems and leaves swirling down to ask a question that should have been asked at least a week ago. Prom?
“James? James dude seriously come out of hiding.” Aleks cupped his hands over his mouth to project his voice. His boyfriend came out of his hiding spot behind a black truck. James was covered in chalk, the colors staining his skin and clothes.
“Don’t be mad I know it’s late but chalk is so much harder to use then paints and I wanted it to be perfect. Then we got in that fight an-“Aleks shut up his boyfriend’s rambling with a light kiss on the cheek.
“You’re just lucky Seamus already bought me a dress.” James smiled down at the Russian, wrapping his arms around him in a tight hug.
“Alright guys, as cute as this is we still need to go back to the house so that Aleks can get all dolled up and such.” Aleks separated from James, turning and punching Seamus’ shoulder lightly before heading back to the car.
“You owe me so much you know.” Seamus looked over at James.
“I know dude.”
Aleks was staring at himself in the mirror, suddenly having second thoughts. When they got to the house Seamus rushed him up to his room, where Ash was waiting for him. The brunette rushed him into the shower so she could set up for him. He had showered, shaved, and blow-dried his hair before Ash had sat him down in front of him and started on his makeup. Foundation that made his face feel a little heavy and gold eye shadow that was applied with a brush that tickled his face, much like the setting powder that went on after. Aleks wasn’t too big on makeup; he owned several lip products and a small tube of mascara he never even opened. His eyes fluttered as she applied his eyeliner and mascara, and they teared up just a bit. Lipstick was something he was used to. The lipstick Ash produced, however, was not his. It was a deep green that matched his dress.
Getting him into the dress was a trip and a half. He wiggled into it and had Ash yank up the zipper, much to her amusement. The zipper did catch a few times but a few minutes and yelps from pinched skin later Aleks was all zipped up and almost ready to go.
“Heels or flats?” Ash lifted two pairs of nude shoes.
“Flats, I’d break my ankles in heels.” Ash giggled at his comment and handed him the shoes.
“And the finishing touch!” Ash placed a hollow rose headband in his hair and tussled his loose wavy hair around it, “Beautiful. Slay for me Alli okay?” He smiled at her, smiling widely.
“Thanks Ash.”
“Don’t mention it pretty boy, you just have fun alright.” Ash ruffled his hair again before heading down the stairs, “James! Your princess is ready!”
“Ash shut up!”
And now he was standing in the mirror second-guessing everything. It would be the first time he would actually where a dress in public. There was a tuxedo in his closet from his cousins wedding last year, it should still fit. He had time, he could clean off the makeup and put on the tuxedo and leave with James. All the problems that could occur swirled thickly through his mind. They would make fun of him. They would make fun of James. His breathing was harsh as he slowly walked to the closet, hands shaking.
“Princess?” Aleks turned from the closet to see James standing there with the corsage in his hands,”Aleks, Aleks you look…wow.” James was speechless, just basking in the soft beauty Aleks was radiating. Aleks light out a deep breath, James seemed happy. Nothing bad would happen that night. He reassured himself and smiled at his boyfriend before walking over and taking the corsage.
Apparently someone ripped off Paperboy? One of my friends brought a story on AO3 to my attention that seems to be similar to it. I believe its called Flowerboy. I mean I know I don't own girly!Aleks but she says its really similar. What do guys what do?
Yeah I am, I am actually 5 chapters into the sequel (surprise there is a sequel) I am just trying to figure out how to actually get Chapter 8 started. Writers block man. Sorry guys.
I am apologizing for bad smut ahead of time I am v sorry. Also this chapter is over 3,500 words long. You're welcome.
{AO3 Mirror}
{Master post}
“Mom no I said no.” His mother had walked over with a dress longer than her, “No maxi dresses I look horrible in those.”
“Please Sasha?” He takes the dress from her, only to hang it back up on the rack.
Seamus walked into the mall from the entrance in Macy’s when he hears a familiar Russian voice. Naturally, he wanders toward it, only to find his Russian friend flipping through dresses with his mother. He assumed the boy was dragged out with his mother, until she holds a dress up to the lanky boy.
“Yeah no, orange doesn’t suit him.” Aleks jumped at the sound of the Irish boy’s voice as he emerged from behind a rack of clothes. This was a nightmare. This was a secret he planned on keeping until he couldn’t anymore, and it’s out now.”
“He’d look nicer in pink, a soft pink.” What? Aleks gave Seamus a puzzled look, before gesturing for the boy to follow him so they could talk.
“So you don’t think it’s…weird?” He gave Seamus a hopeful look, praying that the boy wouldn’t stop being his friend over this.
“No way man. Everyone has their thing. I’m sure you look super nice in you dresses.” Seamus smiled, ruffling Aleks’ hair, “The guys miss you ya know. James misses you.”
“Pfft.” Aleks raised an eyebrow as he looked for his size on the rack of skirts.
“He does. Even Jordan misses you man. You were supposed to move in this weekend Aleks.”
“Figured you wouldn’t want me there with the James drama. I mean it would be awkward in videos and stuff.” He finally found his size and hooked the hanger around his wrist, where James’ bruise from the week prior was still fading. Seamus sighed.
“He put you in at our table for prom. He still likes you Aleks. Just come hang out with us again alright?” Seamus put his hands together and mocked begging, a small smile played on his lips.
“Fine, but try this on.” It was a soft blue skirt, Seamus raised an eyebrow.
“Alright. One warning though, I’ve got killer legs.” Seamus struck a pose, causing Aleks to break out in a fit of stomach burning giggles. His mother watched from a distance, meaning from her spot on the bench outside the fitting rooms, as the boys tried on clothes and messed about. She smiled at the two, happy that Aleks had finally found some friends he could finally be himself around.
“Hey Aleks, since James is supposed to be taking you to prom why don’t we get you a dress or something? I mean I came here to get a tux anyway.” The two boys were sitting at a table in the food court.
“What if he doesn’t ask me?” Aleks popped a fry into his mouth, scrolling through his twitter feed.
“Then I’ll take you dude, as friends. I just wanna see you in a fancy dress. You look happier in dresses.” Aleks looked up at Seamus, reaching his hand across the table.
“Pinky promise?” Seamus wrapped his pinky around Aleks’, sealing the promise. The two tossed their trash and left the food court, heading to pick up Seamus’ tux.
“Hey what about Ash though?” He had completely forgotten about the blond’s girlfriend.
“Well, there were some issues between her and the venue, and she can’t be within 10 feet of it. So we had to return her dress, did that today, and I still have her ticket since those are non-refundable.” Seamus shrugged, walking into the store. It was rather empty, aside from the workers and a wedding party. Seamus walked up to the counter and picked up his tux.
“And do you have any prom dresses left?” Seamus drummed his fingers against the counter nervously.
“Yes, one. We’ve been trying to get rid of it, since it doesn’t seem to fit many girls body shape. And it’s from last year so none of the girls here will take it.” She led the two over to a dark green dress. It was floor length and had a deeply cut v shaped neckline. It was covered in velvet like dark green leaves up to around the mid-thigh in the front, and then it was a sheer green fabric. In all honestly Aleks fell in fucking love with the thing.
“Do you have your date with you? She should really try it on first.” That drew a small ball of panic from within Aleks.
“Well it’s his sister and they’re about the same size. If it fits him, it’ll fit her.” Seamus no. Aleks waved his hands in panic. The worker helping them just shrugged, handing Seamus the dress from the rack with a light smile.
“Let me know when you’re done, I wanna see this.” She smiled and winked before going back to her station. Aleks just sighed.
“I hate you sometimes Seamus.” He took the dress into the dressing room, so very happy in that moment that he didn’t wear boxers. It took a bit of work, he was used to it with all the skinny jeans he wore, but he got the dress on. Aleks opened the door a bit to find Seamus talking to the worker from earlier.
“Psst Seamus, zip me up.” He opened the door fully to let his friend get to his back.
“Holy shit.” The worker, whose name was Janine, was stunned, “I have never seen anyone look that good in that dress.” Aleks blushed at the compliment. At that moment two little girls from the wedding party ran through their section of the store.
“Whoa! He looks so pretty!” One gasped excitedly.
“Are you a princess?” The other asked, bright eyed.
“Is he your prince?” The other pointed to Seamus, jumping up and down.
“No, his prince isn’t here right now. He’s at home.” Seamus smiled down at the two girls, “And Aleks is a prince too, he just likes wearing dresses every now and again.”
“Victoria! Ellie! Get over here!” The mother of the two girls was stomping towards them, gripping her purse tightly.
“Look mommy! He looks just like a princess!” The older one, Ellie, ran over to her mother pointing at Aleks.
“And he has hair like Rapunzel. Can I braid your hair mister?”
“No Victoria come over here! Get away from them!” She grabbed her daughters and glared at Aleks, “It’s sick you know. God made you a man, act like one.”
“Madam I’m going to ask you to leave if you continue to harass these customers.” Janine stepped in front of Aleks.
“But he’s committing a sin! The owner of this store would agree he should not be in that dress!”
“I’m pretty sure the owner and her wife would disagree with you whole heartedly. Now please leave before I call security.” The woman’s face turned six colors before she turned her heel and stomped out of the store, clutching her daughters’ wrists tightly.
“Bye Bye Aleks!”
“Bye Mr. Rapunzel!” Seamus and Aleks waved at the girls, Aleks snickering at the nickname Seamus had acquired.
They ended up getting the dress, Janine gave them a discount for the hassle, and now Seamus was waiting with Aleks by the Bath & Body works for his mother.
“Seriously Aleks you don’t have to pay me back.”
“But Seamus it was-“
“Fine, talk to James. Make up with him. That’s how you can pay me back. I’m sick of seeing him mope about because of this.” Aleks sighed.
“Fine. Tell him to meet me by that Ice-cream place on Monroe Street. Tomorrow at Two O’clock.” If he was gonna do this, he sure as fuck was gonna get some damn ice cream out of it. Seamus nodded and smiled, happy his friends were making up.
“And seriously, move into the house soon, it’ll be great man.”
“I don’t k-“
“Send someone on Tuesday to grab his stuff.” His mother had appeared behind him out of nowhere smiling at Seamus over his shoulder, “It was very nice to meet you Seamus but we must leave. Goodbye!” Aleks waved to Seamus, stunned as his mother dragged him out of the exit.
“Mom?” He was sitting in the car as they headed home, “What was that all about?” His mother smiled slightly.
“Well Seamus seems like a good kid, and I’ve been extremely busy with work since the promotion… I figure it’ll be good for you to be with friends. You have to move out sometime. I don’t get to keep you forever дорогая (sweetheart).” She turned and smiled toward him quickly, before turning her head back to the road.
James was lounging on the couch when Seamus came home, tux in hand along with a mysterious Macy’s bag.
“I saw Aleks at the mall with his mom today, and you are so fucking lucky that I did.” Seamus put his tux in the hallway closet and the Macy’s bag at the foot of the stairs before flopping down on the couch next to James.
“And why am I lucky?” James looked at Seamus, confused as fuck.
“Cause I got you a date so you could fix this shit. Tomorrow, two thirty p.m., that ice cream place on Monroe. And you better show up.” James nodded.
“Thanks man.”
“Don’t mention it.”
He was nervous as fuck, waiting for Aleks to show up. James was fiddling with his fingers, leaning against the building. He had closed his eyes for a bit when someone had cleared their throat. He opened one eye to see Aleks standing in front of him, a nervous quiver to the boy’s knees.
“Hey James.” Aleks moved his hand to brush his hair out of his face and James caught sight of the faded bruise on his wrist. Acting on instinct, James grabbed Aleks wrist lightly, placing a small kiss on the bruise.
“I’m really sorry I hurt you, I can’t control my temper sometimes and I just lash out. And when I found out you had lied to me… I kinda freaked out mentally.”
“I can’t say it’s okay cause it’s not. But honestly it was my fault for lying and keeping it from you so long. So I accept your apology, you idiot.” Aleks smiled lightly, which made James grin and pull the Russian into a kiss.
“Thank God,” He gasped breaking the kiss, “I was scared I would have to live without your beautiful face forever princess.”
“Shut up and let’s go get ice cream.” Aleks grumbled, blushing darkly and entwining his fingers with James’.
Monday had James at Aleks’ house. The two were exempt from finals that day, Aleks’ only real test being his senior class. Since he had aced that class all four marking periods he didn’t need to take the test, it was an automatic A. Surprisingly the same went for James, it was expected for his art class, but not for his English class.
“So why am I here?” James asked when Aleks opened the door for him that morning.
“We are packing my stuff since I’m moving into the creature house. Do you know if I need to bring furniture?”
“You absolutely do not, because you will be staying in my room Princess.”
“Stop calling me that.” Aleks mumbled, blushing again.
“Nah, you love it.” James ruffled Aleks’ hair and threw an arm around his waist as they headed up the stairs.
“Now you can’t laugh when you go into my room.”
“Why would I laugh?”
“It’s sort of a hand me down from my sister.” Aleks’ opened the door and quickly ushered his boyfriend inside. James took one look around the room and started dying of laughter. The room was a bright sky blue, with rainbows and butterflies in random areas. Some of the furniture in his room was also girly, such as the desk that had a mirror at the top of it. Which Aleks used on the days he felt like being pretty.
“Shut up and start putting things in boxes man.” Aleks gestured to the boxes in the corner as he started pulling books and games off the shelf, placing them into a box. James pulled open a drawer in his dresser, slightly shocked at what he saw.
“Um Aleks, are these yours?”
“NO! I mean those are my sisters, she forgot those.” James lifted a dress from in the drawer.
“This one still has a tag on it.” Aleks snatched the dress from out of James hands and put it back.
“Just pack everything else.” Aleks was relieved that he had remembered to put all his underwear into a backpack. Imagine if James had opened his drawer to see that he owned ladies underwear, he shuddered.
“Cold?” Aleks shook his head, continuing to pack. James had gotten all his clothes in boxes, not questioning the fact that there was no underwear anywhere. They had moved on to his computer set up. Soon they were done with that too and packing everything into the car.
At the house Aleks put his books on the shelf in the living room while James got setting up his desk and computer in the room out of the way. After that he went upstairs and put his clothes in James dresser. When the two were finished it was around twelve and they were too exhausted to move. So they took a nap, cuddled together under James’ sheets. Aleks snuck out from under James’ arm later that night to go on a rescue mission for his dresses and skirts with Seamus. Not risking James finding them again, he put them in a spare drawer in Seamus’ room, thanking the Irishman for letting him hide his things in there.
It was Tuesday and Aleks was completely alone in the house. The rest of the guys were at school for Graduation practice, so he took the opportunity to wear one of his new outfits. It was a blue skirt, a cozy white sweater and a pair of black thigh highs. After getting dressed he grabbed a book and a Pepsi from downstairs, and then got settled on James’ bed. Practice ended earlier than usual though, and the guys got back around noon. James opened the door to find Aleks zoned out into his reading. He took a small double take at the outfit before clearing his throat, startling Aleks.
“Princess?”
“…shit…” Aleks went pale, scrambling to explain himself. He didn’t expect James to crash his lips onto his and pull him into a deep kiss.
“You have no idea how hot you look right now princess. Why did you hide this from me?” James moved to trail kisses down Aleks’ neck, stopping to nip at his collarbones and shoulders.
“Scared you wouldn’t like it.” Aleks whined a little as James ran his hands over his thighs, leaving hickies on his neck.
“Well that was stupid.” James rubbed the inside of Aleks thighs, pulling him back into a desperate kiss and making a mental note to buy Aleks more thigh-high socks. He moved his hands up to feel a ruffled material. Confused he lifted Aleks skirt lightly and looked down to find navy colored panties.
“You really shouldn’t have hidden this from me. It’s great, seriously.” James moved for a second to remove his shirt when Aleks pounced, trailing kisses down his neck and chest. He fiddled with the buttons on James’ jeans as he nipped and kissed his way down to the waistband of the older boy’s boxers. On his knees Aleks’ looked up at James as he unzipped the older boy’s jeans, palming him lightly before tugging down his jeans and boxers. The Russian smiled up at James lightly before running his tongue along the side of his dick before taking it into his mouth. James moaned lightly as Aleks set to the task of sucking James off, bobbing his head and stroking what he couldn’t reach.
When the younger boy pulled back after a few minutes to catch his breath James lost his fucking mind. The way Aleks looked up at him doe eyed from under his lashes and the line of saliva connecting his plump lips to the tip of James’ cock, James hands tangled in his dark brown hair making it so attractively messy, it was too much. James pulled Aleks to his feet and yanked off the stupid sweater that was hiding his body, running his hands along the pale boy’s sides, resting them at his hips. He pulled the Russian closer, rubbing circles into the boy’s hips and grinding against him.
“How much do you want it princess?” James nipped at Aleks ear lightly, smirking at the small moan he got from the boy.
“Ебать (fuck), James please.” The boy whined. Digging his fingers into James’ back as he tried to get more of the friction James was making.
“Please what?” James was teasing him and it wasn’t fair.
“Just fuck me god damn it you asshole!” James just smirked wider, removing one hand from Aleks’ waist to dig through the drawer in his nightstand, pulling out lube and a condom with a flourish.
“No need to be fancy motherfucker just hurry up.” Aleks wiggled his stupid underwear and made a move to tug off his skirt.
“Nah leave that stuff on, it’s cute.” James had successfully applied the condom and was lubing himself up. Aleks moved over to the bed, lying down while James placed one of his still covered legs over his shoulder. Aleks winced as James wiggled one finger into him.
“Ебля дерьмо вл (fucking shit ow.)” Aleks bit down on his knuckles to avoid whimpering to loudly. It’s been awhile since he’s had sex with anyone and the stretch hurt just a bit. James put a second finger in, scissoring in and own and trying to find that one spot that would turn Aleks into a whimpering pile of goo. He knew he had found it when Aleks’ back arched off the bed and he dug his teeth deeper into his knuckles.
“Like that princess?” James prodded the spot again, rubbing his fingers over it.
“О, Боже давай Джеймса. (Oh god c’mon James.)” The older boy pulled his fingers out of the Russian and slowly pushed in, groaning lightly. James took a few minutes to let Aleks adjust before pulling out and pushing in slowly, building up steady rhythm.
“К черту Джеймса он чувствует себя так хорошо (Fuck James it feels so good.)” Aleks liked dirty talk, but he was so cliché with it he didn’t want James to know what he was saying. And he had succeeded in confusing his boyfriend.
“Fuck Aleksandr I…” James picked up his pace, brushing over that spot again. Aleks gripped the sheets on the bed, his knuckles turning white and mumbling in Russian as he pushed back trying to force James further into him. It was on one particularly hard thrust Aleks blurted it out.
“К черту Джеймса я люблю тебя! (Fuck James I love you!)” He bit down hard on his bottom lip, face turning a darker shade of crimson. He was mentally stabbing himself. James just pulled him into a deep kiss, moving his hand down to Aleks’ cock, pumping it in time with his thrusts. They were both close, so it didn’t take long for the two to finish.
James collapsed next the the boy, pulling off the condom and tying it shut, throwing it into the waste bin by the desk. Aleks wrapped his arms around James, running his fingers over the marks he left on the others skin. James buried his face in the others hair, wrapping his arms around the others waist.
“Hey Aleks, what were you saying before?” James had his eyes closed and it seemed like he was half-asleep.
“I-I said I love you…” Aleks cuddled deeper into the boy’s arms, hiding his face in James’ chest.
“I love you too Aleks.” James yawned, placing a kiss on the Russians forehead before falling asleep.
The two honestly shouldn’t have had sex while all the others were home. When Aleks went downstairs to toss out his empty Pepsi can he was met with the amused faces of Jordan and Seamus.
“Tell James to make sure the door is closed next time Princess, the whole house doesn’t need to hear you two.” Jordan walked pasted Aleks smiling, and Seamus snickered from his spot on the table.
“Looks like you had fun.” Seamus gestured to all the hickies on Aleks’ neck, “And you’ve got a little something on your skirt.” Aleks had completely forgotten he was wearing the skirt. He looked down to notice a stain on it that could have only come from one thing.
“Oh no this is new!” He pouted lightly, picking at the crusted stain.
“Jordan can help you with that, he’s a laundry wiz. Have fun Princess.”
“Fuck you Rapunzel.” Seamus chuckled and patted Aleks’ shoulder as he left the kitchen, leaving the Russian standing there picking at his skirt. Later that night Aleks and Jordan were found in the laundry room, Jordan helping Aleks de-stain his skirt.
Guys I’m very sorry but until I get the battery AND the charger cable on my bullshit laptop replaced I literally can not write anything. I literally have to hold the cable In place and my laptop doesn’t work unless plugged in, so all current stories, if not on hiatus, are on hiatus. I can’t write one handed and I’m just as pissed as you are. I'll try to post but there are no guarantees and I just think it's easier to mark everything under hiatus for now. So sorry.
