Parenthood - Parts 1 & 2

Christian looked around the little hospital room that seemed to have been taken over with balloons, cards and various other 'Congratulations on your baby' gifts and artifacts. His little sister looked exhausted - even in her current slumbering state. Her dark hair was mussed and she looked positively drained.

Christian had left the rest of the family to sneak off to see his twin sister alone, without the rest of the family crowding around her. Their own father was currently on the phone to various family members informing them of the new baby.

As for the new father....he was seated on a chair beside the hospital bed where Isobel slept, holding baby Dawson in his arms. He looked just as tired as his wife, but somehow was managing to keep his eyes opening. Thirty seven hours. Tetsu had taken Rhys home twice in the time it took for the baby to finally make an appearance. When Morgan announced he was a grandfather, Tetsu's first words were "About damn time."

On the opposite side from where Reuben sat, Christian tenderly stroked some of the sweat soaked strands of hair from his sister's forehead. Brown eyes glanced over at the older male who was rocking the little boy in his arms and whispering sweet nothings to him.

"So where did the name come from?" Christian asked.

Roo glanced up and over at his brother-in-law. "David."

"He suggested it?" Which was odd, because the baby had been kept secret from everyone but the parents - even the gender. Morgan had complained more than his fair share over not being able to know the gender of his first grandchild. Reuben's own father was just delighted over it - even if he didn't show it. If David knew the gender and the name, then everyone else would know. David wasn't the type to keep something like that bottled up inside of him.

Reuben shook his head. "He's named for David. I hope to be even half the father he didn't have to be," Roo explained, brushing tender fingers over the baby boy's head. "He's got no child of his own, but for three people he's been more than a father any of us could ever ask for. I love my Dad and want to be just as good as him - but no father could ever live up to David Malone - a father that didn't have to be a father."

Even his own sister had taken a liking to David Malone. He was a natural father. "You know my Dad is going to go nuts over you not naming him Morgan."

There was a chuckle from the bed, and a pair of tired blue eyes looked up at Christian. "I'll call my son whatever I want. I'm naming him Dawson Nathan Hughes."

"Nathan?"

Izzy smiled weekly. "Because Papa Jon adds the 'Jonathan'."

Christian chuckled. "Dad is really going to whine over that."

Isobel smiled as she tried to sit up in the bed. "I'll let him name the next one."

At that, Reuben looked over at her with wide eyes. "More!?"



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Morgan Hearst had fallen asleep on the sofa. He'd been marking papers all day on the warm summer afternoon and had taken a short break that resulted in being a long nap. Tetsu had taken Rhys to the park which meant the apartment was empty apart from the drama professor and Romeo who had made himself comfortable in his little basket beside the television. The radio was on, playing some of Morgan's old CDs.

While he was sleeping, he didn't notice Tetsu and their little boy returning home from the park. Spotting him sleeping on the sofa, Tetsu cleared away the scattered papers and folded them neatly on the coffee table, all the while muttering to Rhys about how "Morgan was a lazy and very messy man." Planting a kiss to his forehead in a display of affection, Tetsu went to the kitchen to start on lunch for the evening.

Rhys, who found watching Tetsu preparing food something rather boring climbed down from his stool and wandered into the living room. Looking to his slumbering father, the three year old reached up to tug on the glasses the man was still wearing. Once he managed to extract them from his father's face (poking him in the eye several times and once in the nose), Rhys held the strange eyewear up to his own eyes.

Morgan rarely ever wore glasses, except when reading. It was rare he wore them around Rhys, which was why the little boy was now fascinated by the things. Twisting them in his hands, them seemed rather inflexible.

When Tetsu finally noticed Rhys was missing, it was a very cross looking Morgan that brought him back, carrying the boy in his arms. Blue eyes fell onto the Asian man at the kitchen counter. "I woke up to the words 'Oopsies, Daddy'."

"Why's that?"

Keeping one arm around Rhy's waist, the boy's legs wrapped around Morgan's waist, the older man held up his now broken pair of glasses. Rhys looked highly embarrassed at what he had done, but was trying very hard to hide his laughter behind his small hands. Glancing from the boy to his love, Morgan rolled his eyes.

"They're only glasses, Morgan."

"My only pair."

"Well, that's your fault for only owning one pair."

Sighing, Morgan shook his head and looked to his son. "At least you said sorry."

Rhys smiled, nodding his head several times. "You looked stupits anyways."

Down here on the floor where i'm not supposed to love you anymore

Somehow he managed to keep it locked up inside. From watching the other leave, to seeing the plane take off - all of it was locked up deep inside and held tight under lock and key that nothing could crack it open. Their time together felt so short - it didn't even amount to one whole year. Lake had returned home for the summer break and only managed to keep in contact with his boyfriend from school via phone and email. A few times Dimitri had visited, or vice versa, but nothing longer than a weekend or three to four days were spent together during the whole time summer lasted. Back at school things felt like they'd never change. True Dimitri was no longer a student and therefore allowed on Campus - but that didn't stop him.

But things had ended.

Dimitri had to go back to Russia.

Lake had done his best to keep the parting as far from sad as possible. There were to be no tears shed between them, just warm smiles. But the 'See you soon' given felt as heartbreaking as 'Goodbye'.

Back in his dorm room - alone - Lake finally gave up the hold. Back against the closed door he sunk down to the floor, burying his head in his arms as the tears fell from his eyes. Feet flat on the floor, legs were pulled up so that he could hide behind his knees, curling up on the floor.


..............

He was running late. His previous appointment had run on longer than he wanted and now he was late getting to the show. If he was too late he'd miss out on getting the best spot and loose all the best shots. Racing through the main lobby, clutching his camera to his chest Lake's attention was elsewhere that he didn't notice the young woman on her phone that he was on a collision course with.

Neither could have predicted what happened next, but many of the on-lookers could see it happening in almost slow motion. The young honey brown haired male ran straight into the brunette woman, causing them both to come crashing to the floor.

Pushing himself up to take stock of the situation, brown eyes looked down at the woman beneath him.

"Well, this is a first," she said, arching a delicately shaped brow.

"I'll say - I'm not used to being on top of girls," Lake replied while trying immensely hard not to blush.

"Well, roll over and I'll top you then, honey."

"You mean like sex!? Eww, no!"

The woman started laughing, throwing her head back and accidentally smacking the back of his skull against the tiled lobby floor. Scrunching her eyes closed, she reached up to the injured part of her head.

Crawling off of her, Lake offered his hand to the woman he had just collided with. "I'm really sorry about that. I'm usually not this much of a klutz."

Once up on her feet, she dusted herself off. Lake helped her locate her phone and she with his camera. Once they were all set, she gave Lake a smile. "You here for the show?"

"I've probably lost the place with the best angles." He gave a sigh of defeat and hung his head.

She smiled and patted him on the shoulder. "I've got a backstage pass. Want to join me?"

His eyes widened at her, jaw almost falling open in shock and surprise. "Honestly?"

"Honestly." She smiled again. "I'm Noelle. Come on, I'll buy you coffee afterwards. You know, as thanks for topping me."

Lake acquired some of his best photographs he had in a long time. He discovered that Noelle was also a photographer. While they sat in a nearby coffee shop chatting away, Lake buying her a bagel as a way to apologize for crashing into her, Noelle brought up a subject Lake had locked away inside. One he tried not thinking about since high school.

"So you single, Lake?"

"Since high school. He had to leave just before I turned eighteen," he said, staring down into his coffee. "Had a few dates over the years, but nothing really serious."

"How old are you now?"

"Nineteen."

She gave him a bright smile, reaching over the table to give a friendly and reassuring squeeze to the male's shoulder. "Don't worry, I'm sure he misses you too."

Lifting his head, Lake swallowed on his tears. "Sometimes I just lie on the floor and pretend that I never loved him. But then I get up, and remember his smile. Do you think that's weird?"

"No honey, not at all."

Getting back home after meeting Noelle, and revealing so much to what was essentially a stranger, Lake closed the door behind himself. Pressing his back to the wood, he slid down to the floor, head tilted back to look up at the ceiling. One leg stretched out in front of him, the other bent at the knee with one arm loosely slung over it Lake let his tears fall once more.


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Noelle was hovering behind him as he sat typing away at his computer. Glancing over his shoulder at her, he could see her leaning forwards and reading his email while one hand stroked her stomach.

"Am I the only person you've ever topped?" she joked.

"Do you have to read my personal stuff?"

"Lake, honey, I read your diary." Noelle grinned impishly at him, then reached over to ruffle his hair. "Put the address on the bottom, and your new phone number."

Brows furrowed as he leaned back in the seat to look at her while she pottered around his room. "Why?"

"Because maybe next time he's in New York he can come and pick you up off the floor."

Guilty Pleasures

A.N. : nottruenottruenottrue.
This is purely written for my own amusement, and because while we know there's something on his half, nothing like this would ever happen. Jojo has enough on his plate to deal with without adding an extra helping of problems
This also gets mature.

That Jennifer girl was looking down at him, arms curled around what he thought to be the world's largest book. That girl read too many books for her own good. When she turned sixteen he was going re-infiltrate Constance and teach her the meaning of being a sixteen year old female Constance student. Hopefully Bailee wouldn't kill him for taking the bookworm girl out of her natural habit and getting her involved in something along the lines of criminal damage or equally political that Kate could cook up. It wasn't like he was going to sleep with her.

"You lack any decent cleavage for my view down her to be mildly amusing," Jojo informed the girl from his position on the floor in front of her dorm room. Jojo had covertly entered the girl's dorm building, wanting to find a certain female. She wasn't in and the door was locked and so Jojo settled himself down to await her arrival.

Jenny blushed, clutching the book tighter to her chest, then gave the sprawled form a kick in the ribs that made the male groan in pain and clutch his side. Jojo rolled over and she causally stepped over him and entered her room.

"Not grand at all..." he croaked.

Jenny was not going to find solitude in her room. Locking the door was not an option - Jojo had the criminal talent of lock picking, as was demonstrated one day when he needed help with homework and Jenny locked herself in her room and refused to let him in. It was amusing listening to the Irish male whining outside.

And then he went quiet. The only sounds the clicking of moving parts in a lock.

A click, and the mohawk of Constance barged in, begging on his knees for help.

He stumbled in after her, collapsing onto the nearest bed and curling up on his side.

"I'm not doing your maths homework," Jenny informed him as she pottered about her side of the room.

Green eyes watched her. "I'm here for Joey."

"She's busy."

"I can wait."

"That's her bed."

"It smells like her."

Jenny sighed, turning in her chair to look at him. "Sometimes I wonder if you don't have a crush on her."

Jojo shrugged. "I like her like I like Kate."

"You slept with Kate."

At that Jojo groaned and lifted one of the pillows, burying his head beneath it as if trying to smother himself. He didn't particularly like being reminded of those darker secrets he did with Kate. Jenny and Kate got along despite their differences in personality. Jojo wasn't going to pry into their relationship - after all he too had attached himself to the intelligent first year.

"The first time we were both too drunk to really remember," he said, rolling onto his back and pulling the pillow away, clutching it to his chest instead. "The second time was because I had to sort things out. Joey doesn't drink - we can't have sex that way."

"But you admit to wanting it with her?"

Jojo was silent. His eyes looked to the ceiling. He wore a sombre expression - one that was almost expressionless and highly difficult to read.

He gave in with a sigh. "She's cute. Really pretty. When we went shopping she was simply amazing."

"Who is...?" asked a soft voice from the doorway. Both Jenny and Jojo looked over, the male rolling onto his stomach and nearly falling off the bed as he did so.

"You are," he gave her a silly and dreamy smile while he swung his legs in the air, ankles tapping together in the heavy boots he wore.

"Joseph, what are you doing on my bed?"

"Wanking."

She chuckled, crossing the room and tapping him on the shoulder in a way of scolding him. "What can I do for you?" she asked as she sat down on her bed beside the older male.

"Come with me to Jaded tonight."

"I have homework."

Jojo clicked his tongue. "It's Friday. Do it tomorrow."

"Or not at all in your case," supplied Jenny.

Josie smiled fondly at the male, brushing her fingers over the shaved portion of his head in a friendly and soothing manner. "Maybe next week. I really need to focus this weekend."

He pouted at her, clearly not liking being rejected. "Please? It's not Abbie's thing - too big a crowded place - and Kate is stopping over Jamie's and you can guess what those two are doing. T-chan would come but he's...indisposed this weekend. Something about stirrups, a water pistol, liquid latex and an ostrich feather. I'm thinking he's visiting family."

Josie shook her head 'no'.

"Please Joey," he whined. "We won't say out long, till twelve - how's that? By the stroke of midnight we'll get Cinderella back home. It'll be fun, I promise. I've got a pair of falls that would look great in your hair."

Somehow she had managed to give in to him, and around nine in the evening she was outside Jaded with him.

She was in the dress they had bought on their shopping trip together a few months ago. Jojo was already planning a second one. He'd done her hair up for her, and had bought her a pair of black and purple falls. They felt heavy on her head - different from what she was used to, but it was hardly going to give her neck ache.

Jojo was in a bondage strap mesh top, black cargo trousers with criss-crossing white straps and a hooded shrug, mainly black withe white patches and patterns, the long hood striped white and black, matching the long sleeves that hung passed his fingers. It was getting warmer at night now, neither of them bringing a coat along. The closest to a coat either of them had was Jojo's shrug. He told Josie that if she got cold she was free to borrow it.

The place was heavily crowded and Jojo stuck close, keeping an arm around Josie's shoulders or holding onto her hand. He scared off anyone that thought they would try their luck with her. There was dancing, drinking (Josie only got non-alcoholic drinks, but Jojo had a few) and she met some of the people that Jojo had befriended that frequented the venue. There was one girl - Laura - who Josie particularly liked.

Laura wore a black Victorian dress in a gothic style, all corset, ruffles and lace. Her red hair was long and curled, fastened high on her head with strands allowed to fall loose down her back in waves of curls. She wore white contacts in her eyes and a minimal amount of make-up. A sweet smile, she took care of Josie when Jojo couldn't.

When midnight drew closer, she accompanied them outside. "Do you want a ride back to the school?"

"You were drinking," Jojo stated.

Laura smiled. "Fruit juices. I've given up alcohol for a while."

"What the fuck for?"

"Because I wanted to. Call it body cleansing."

"You have a bath for that."

Laura chuckled, slapping the male on the arm. "Come on, I'll drop you guys off."

Laura drove a little city car. Jojo made fun of it all the way back to Constance and kept changing the radio station. They thanked Laura when the got back, and headed for the dorm buildings. Outside the girl's dorm Jojo paused and reached out, curling his fingers in their fingerless black gloves around her arm. Without a word he pulled her back to him and leaned down, capturing her lips in a kiss. A deep, passionate kiss.

His lip piercing felt strange against her lips. His tongue slid over her lower lip and without thinking she let him in. His hand drifted down to her hand and linked their fingers his other hand mirroring the action. He tugged her towards the nearby wall and pushed her back to the stone. Hands released hers and palms fell flat to the brick. Josie's mind finally caught up with her and she used her now free hands to push him away.

"Joseph? What are you doing?"

"I..." his green eyes looked down into her big brown pair. "I recently found out that the twin sister of the guy I'm seeing likes me. Not just like likes, but likes me to the point where she feels jealous of her own brother."

"So if both want you, neither can have you, and you'd rather have me?"

"Do you have to analyze this? Can't we go back to where I was kissing you?" He ran his hands up her sides. "I'll teach you. I'll make you good. You're beautiful, Joey. Since I met you I don't know what it was, but I got hit with the Crush Virus, and it won't leave." He leaned down, pressing their foreheads together. "You don't have to like me back, I just want you to know how I feel."

Josie didn't know what to say to him. Jojo had admitted to finding her attractive, but she thought it was nothing more than in a friendly way. She looked away, feeling awkward, hands hanging at her sides.

"Joey...Don't lock yourself away," he whispered into the night air. Moving in, he trailed kisses down her jaw, reaching her chin and up to her lips, tilting her head back up via kissing movements. Hands encouraged her arms to wrap around his shoulders and once again Josie felt her body going into autopilot. Lips crushed together, tongues finally met one another rather than Jojo's seeking her's out from within the warmth of her mouth.

Somehow she had managed to give in to him. Instead of letting her into the girl's dorm he took her back to his own.

He was delicate, methodical, as he helped her out of the dress. As the top half came loose, he brushed fingers over her shoulders, moving the fabric to expose her skin. He stood behind her still, hands pulling down from the front. Fingers drifted over her chest. The style of the dress meant she didn't need a bra for support. As the corset part came loose and away his fingers touched her skin. She breathed out heavily, tilting her head back, resting her back against his chest. His hands moved up again, then down her arms. His large pair slipped over her smaller hands, direct them inwards.

"Joseph..." she breathed. The dress was nothing more than a pile around her feet. He was in control of her, and giving up made her feel uneasy.

"Open your eyes," he whispered into her ear. "Watch."

She blushed. "But..."

He pressed her fingertips to her own skin, stroking the flesh of her stomach, moving ever slowly upwards. "Watch. Be comfortable in your own skin. It's very beautiful."

"I feel silly."

He kissed her ear, then down her neck. "Just relax. Let go and forget who you even are. Like we dance in Jaded, only there's just me and you on the dance floor and the music is the beat of your own body combined with mine."

Josie took a deep breath to calm herself. Doing as he asked, she watched as he brought her hands higher until she felt them slip over her own breasts. Under his guidance she began to massage them. His fingers slipped between the gaps of her own, touching her.

"Don't stop, Joey."

His hands slid up her bare arms again, and then he wasn't touching her at all. He was moving behind her, and then came the sound of clothing hitting the floor. When his arms came back around her they were bare. He'd removed the tops he'd been wearing and his gloves. Crawling fingers like a spider down her stomach, they wandered lower until they settled with the tips of his fingers just touching her underwear. She'd stopped moving her hands and was frozen, her breathing shaky. This was further than she had ever been before.

Jojo moved from behind her to stand in front of her, walking backwards and pulling her towards his bed. He sat down and pulled her up onto his lap, sliding her legs around his waist so that she was straddling him. In this position she was ever so slightly taller than him, and he tilted his head up to kiss her mouth once more. Hands roamed over his back, just grazing her skin with his nails as he brought his hands down, the sensation causing her to arch and let out a moaned gasp. Jojo kissed her lips, then traveled down; neck, clavicle, chest, breasts.

He said he was going to teach her. He explored her for what felt like hours, and Josie found herself enjoying every moment. He didn't truly understand himself why he was doing such a thing with Josie, but his body knew what it wanted and so he was giving in to his pleasures. Like a puppeteer Jojo often took control of Josie's hands, showing her different ways of touching herself - many of which caused her to blush at first. He pleasured her in ways she didn't know about, or was always too nervous to do. He showed her things to do to him too.

She was panting heavily, laying on her back on his bed and completely naked. He was hovering above her, asking her if she was alright. Telling her things that she could only just hear through the haze in her mind. Something about it hurting, or that she might bleed a little because some girls did their first time because of something inside of her body.

It did hurt a little at first, but Jojo made it feel so much better and the pain didn't last long. He moved slowly at first, taking long powerful yet slow thrusts into her. Girl or boy, Jojo was much the same. He sped up at his own pace until he was panting heavily and all he could hear were the moans of the girl beneath him and the sounds of his blood pumping in his ears. He gulped down air like a thirsty man drank water. He came with a low growl, moaning out the nickname he had given her.

Joseph and Josephine. Jojo always did make fun of the fact she was like his exact opposite in 'girl form'.

"If you are the girl version of me, that was the best self pleasure session I've had in a long time," he said to her when it was all over and they were both sticky, sweaty and completely drained. His arms wrapped around her in the bed, holding her close and kissing her hair every now and again.

Josie was coming down from her sexual high. Brown eyes looked to his face. She wanted her answers on why he'd once again broken his bond with Aubrey - and this time it had been with Joey.