Room For Two

TITLE: Room for Two

AUTHOR: Midknight

CHAPTER: 1 of 1

FANDOM: Kyle XY

SHIP: Kyle / Amanda, Kyle / Jessi

RATING: NC-17

CATEGORY: Erotica

SPOILERS: A couple, Season One and Two

SYNOPSIS: Kyle and Jessi have trouble finding Route 12, it gets late and they decide to spend the night in a roadside motel.

DISCLAIMER: None of these characters belong to me. They belong to ABC Family and whoever else does. I pay homage to them and I make no profit from this story in any fashion, way or means.

AUTHORS NOTE: I apologize before hand and hope you will forgive any errors or blatant discrepancies.

FEEDBACK: Yes Please. It helps. It really, really helps. - midknight_tales@yahoo.com

The Sunny Pines Motel, After dark.

Kyle saw the big neon sign, blinking steadily. The map wasn't very detailed and they hadn't seen any signage. If they were unable to find Route Twelve during the day, they might drive right past it at night, so he decided they might as well stop at the Sunny Pines Motel. He turned off the road, the headlights hitting the building with the sign 'front desk' over it's doorway and parked Declan's truck.

"What is it? Why are we stopping" Jessi asked anxiously from the passenger seat. She'd been staring blankly out of the window, lost in thought and only now noticed they had pulled over. "It's pointless searching in the dark. We can get something to eat and some rest and start fresh in the morning." He explained. She looked like she wanted to argue for a moment, but only nodded. He grabbed his bag from the backseat and they headed for the front desk.

They found an elderly man behind the counter whose faded nametag proclaimed him to be Bob. "One room or two?" Bob asked. "Do the rooms have bathtubs?" he asked in response. "They sure do. Hot waters a bit limited, but they sure do, Young Man." He answered. Kyle smiled. "One room please." Kyle told him counting out the necessary bills from his wallet. Bob took the money and looked over at Jessi before giving Kyle a slow, conspiratorial wink. He frowned, looking at Jessi and then back to Bob. The clerk just smiled at him and handed him the key saying: "Number eight, the last one on the left. Enjoy your stay." He said the last in a tone that confused Kyle even further. "Thanks." He replied shortly, not understanding and he and Jessi left for their room.

On the way they collected some food and sodas from the vending machines outside the clerk's office. He was half way to their room before he realized what the clerk must have thought about him and Jessi, alone in a motel room. He felt the urge to go back and explain, but realized it would be a waste of time.

"It wasn't much, but it would do." He thought looking at the small room with its bed and television. He pushed open the door to the bathroom and it did indeed have a tub, a small one, but he would make do. "Mind if I take a quick shower?." She asked from just over his shoulder. There was a rail with a shower curtain bunched up to one side and he guessed there was a showerhead hidden from view behind it. "Sure, just leave some hot water for me." He told her with a smile.

"Maybe." She retorted with a grin and walked into the bathroom, closing the door behind her. A few minutes later he heard the hiss of the shower and he a soft, melodious humming. He explored what little there was of the room, looking in the bedside draws and closets. He had a bit of luck, someone had left an old road map of the area in one of the draws and after studying it he had a fair idea of where they were and where Route 12 should be in relation to them. With, a renewed feeling of hope, he slid the map into his bag. He heard the water shut off, but the humming didn't stop. The melody was hauntingly familiar, but he couldn't quite place it. The bathroom door opened with a billow of steam and she stepped out into the room.

He froze. She was naked and his eyes took in every detail before he could turn. "There aren't any towels." She complained, complete unconcerned with her nudity. "They're in the closet. Over there." He informed her, pointing. He had seen them in his earlier exploration of the room. She thanked him and moved to the closet. Even with his back to her, he could still see her in his mind. Her skin was rosy and glistening with water from the shower. Her hair, a luxuriously, dark, damp cascade of curls and tendrils sharply contrasted against the pale skin of her face and shoulders. Her breasts were full, round globes tipped with slightly puffy, silver dollar-sized, dusky pink areola and upturned nipples about the size of the tip of his middle finger. Her lithe form tapered to her waist and then flared in a smooth curve to her hips, He could the slight ridges and valley of her ribs and the smooth flat plain of her stomach with its absence of belly button that so irrefutably linked them. There was a small triangle of dark hair just above where her thigh met her crotch. Her legs were sleek, long and shapely. She had nail varnish on her toenails.

Kyle felt that same strange tightening in his groin and flutter in his stomach as he had when Amanda had pulled him from the pool and started CPR all those months ago, his penis growing stiff and uncomfortable in his jeans. He risked surreptitiously repositioning himself and started reviewing baseball stats, which Josh had assured him would help to alleviate his distress. It turned out that in this situation, having perfect recall didn't help. So, instead, he switched to doing complex applied physics equations, which seemed to work better and he felt himself begin to subside although he couldn't quite get the nude image of Jessi out of his minds eye.

"Kyle? You okay?" she asked and he turned, telling her that he was fine to find her now safely wrapped in a large white towel, with a smaller one wrapped around her head. Jessi sat down on the edge of the bed. Her reflection was a curved distortion on the dark screen of the television. He watched her fidget with her hands in her lap. He walked over and switched on the television. An old black and white romance movie was playing and he saw her smile. "I know this one. I like it." She told him and he smiled back. "Let's eat something and then get some sleep. I'll take the tub. Unless you want it?" He suggested. "I'm fine with the bed, but you'll have to dry the tub. There were extra blankets in the closet." She told him and they divied up the food they'd grabbed from the vending machine. It wasn't much of a meal. "We'll get a good breakfast in the morning." He said and she nodded.

She watched the movie while they ate and he watched her. "You're staring." She told him not taking her eyes off the small screen. "Sorry." He apologized. "Do you think Adam loved that woman in the picture? Loved her like these people in the movie do." she asked out of the blue. "I don't know. It looks like they were happy together. Love does that." He replied honestly. "Oh." Was her only response and then she went back to concentrating on the romantic couple on the screen while nibbling at a snack cake. He wanted to say something, reassure her somehow, but he simply couldn't find the words.

His world was in almost as much turmoil as hers, but at least he had the Tragers, Declan and Amanda as anchors. She had nothing. He had thought not having memories was bad, but he didn't know if he would be able to cope with having to doubt the ones he had at every turn. He felt pity for her, but at the same time he felt admiration for her courage and fortitude. The movie ended and he got the spare blanket from the closet while Jessi stretched out on her back in the middle of the bed, staring up at the ceiling. "Goodnight, Jessi." He said, pausing at the bathroom door. She wished him goodnight as well, turning her head to look a him with a wan little smile. He switched off the light and went into the bathroom, but didn't close the door completely, leaving it open just a sliver. He hoped it would make Jessi feel just a little less alone.

He kicked off his shoes and socks and stripped off his t-shirt. It was quite hot, so he stripped off his jeans as well, leaving him in his boxers. The tub was already dry so he used the blanket to pad it. He switched off the light, throwing the small room into darkness, climbed into the tub and made himself comfortable, lying on his back. Kyle let his mind drift. His reaction to seeing Jessi naked made him think of Amanda and he let himself sift through all his memories of her. He had always been drawn to her, even when he had, had no idea what that actually meant. He loved her, but he feared that it would not be enough, considering the turmoil and danger he seemed to bring to anyone connected to him. He remembered the feel of her lips on his, the first time they kissed. The soft, smoothness of it and the electric sensation it had caused. He sighed softly into the darkness. There was so much more he wanted to do with her, but with Matacorp and her leaving for a semester, things weren't looking good and he couldn't blame her. Thoughts and memories of her chase each other around his mind until he finally allows himself drift off to sleep.

His eyes snap open as he hears the door open. He frowns. He is in his own room and not the motel bathroom. His frown turn to a smile as Amanda slips into his room and quietly closes the door behind her. The moonlight streaming though the windows is bright and he can see her clearly. She is wearing the red and white silk dress he had first seen her in. He doesn't question how she can be here or how he can for that matter, he has already deduced it has to be a dream. "She is beautiful." The statement echoes through his mind. He starts to greet her, but she puts a finger to her lips in a gesture for him to be quite as she takes the few steps that leaves her standing next to the tub. "Room for one more?" she asks, her voice hardly a whisper, but still a melody to his ears.

His smile broadens and he nods, drawing up his knees to make space for her. She smiles back, but doesn't make a move to climb into the tub. Instead, she reaches up and very slowly pushes first on of the thin straps of her dress off the smooth slope of her shoulder and then the other. When she lets her hands drop to her sides, the dress simply slides off her body. His eyes widen as they follow the garment to the floor and then retrace their way up along her naked form. She wasn't wearing anything under the dress. He feels himself swallow hard and closes his mouth he hadn't realized was gaping open. The reaction in his shorts is like an electric shock as his penis hardens rapidly, scraping the head against the suddenly rough cotton, tenting the undergarment until it find the opening at its front and freedom. He can feel himself throbbing.

"Amanda?" he whispers her name in questioning awe. He can instantly remember anything he sees, but he lets his eyes roam over her body, leisurely absorbing every minute detail. The moonlight gives her pale, smooth skin a slight blue tinge. Her mass of blonde curls rested on her shoulders, bleached by the moonlight. Her soft grey eyes watched him and the cupid bow of her lips parted and the tip of her tongue piqued out as she licked her lower lip making it glisten. The hollow of her throat was a pool of shadow as was her cleavage. She has freckles on her chest. Her breasts were in perfect proportion to her lithe frame, the pert globes, rising and falling steadily with her breathing. Her areolas were small, pale brown and perfectly centred on the curve of her breasts. As, he watched, the crinkly little nubs of her nipples tightened and elongated into three-quarter inch long cones and a little thicker than his little finger, slightly darker than her areola. Her ribs and torso were a mixture of soft curves and planes defined by light and shadow. Her bellybutton is an inward spiraling oval. Her waist and hip form a sinuous 'S' that leads down to sleek thighs and shapely legs. Her crotch is bare, smooth and devoid of hair and he can see just a glimpse of her swollen labia.

He has to remind himself to breathe as she steps out of the dress where it had puddle around her feet and is standing right against the tub. She reaches forward and down and places a hand lightly on his knee, pushing his legs flat on the bottom of the tub. Her touch sends a hot, tingling sensation through his skin and makes his hard cock twitch. The movement seems to grab her attention and she slides her hand over his thigh and gently wraps her fingers around his shaft where it is sticking out of the fly of his shorts. He groans, his hips bucking slightly, unconsciously at the heat and pressure of her hand on his cock. She slowly skims her fist up and down his length, adjusting her pressure and adding a slight twisting motion His attention is divided between her face and its expression of curiosity and concentration and watching her hand slowly jacking him as waves of pleasurable sensation sweep from his groin into his body making his back and stomach muscles tense and relax.

He watches as his dick twitches in her grasp and a heavy dollop of clear liquid oozes out of the slit at the tip of his member. She collects the dollop with her thumb and it is immediately replaced by another, which she collects too and spreads the slippery fluid down his length. It coats her fingers as well and she speeds up, making him grit his teeth as he feels his balls start to tighten. He can feel energy building inside him and battering against his nerves as the growing pleasure created by her smooth hand washes over him and drives him closer to the point of release. He can hear himself panting, heavily and raggedly. Her perfume wafts down to him, familiar, but different in a very profound way. There is a stronger hint of spice and something he cannot define, has no reference for. The scent grows stronger, making his cock twitch and jerk even harder in her hand.

Her grip lightens, and still holding him, just under the head, she climbs into the tub. She falters slightly and he reaches out to steady her, finding the skin of her hip sumptuously smooth and warm. She kneels, straddling his legs and he feels moist heat against the top of his thigh, just above the knee as she settles some of her weight on him. Her eyes capture his and the moment draws out, her right hand on his shaft and his on her hip as he slowly regains his composure. Her left hand reaches for his wrist and slowly guides his hand up along her body, to her left breast and firmly presses it to her flesh. Her flesh is smooth, warm and firm, but pliant under his fingers. He can feel the hard nub of her nipple poking into his palm. She releases a quite moan on a shuddering breath, which he feels vibrate against his hand. He squeezes and fondles the shapely globe, weighing it and marveling how perfectly it fits in his hand. He rolls her nipple against his palm, feeling it grow even harder.

Her hand caresses his as it explores her breast, occasionally guiding him or increasing the pressure. He watches her eyelids lower and then flutter closed, hiding the reflective orbs of her gentle grey eyes. He can feel the rhythm of her heart, strong, steady and a little faster than normal as beats in her chest just below his hand. She is breathing heavily, but steadily with long, deep breaths and he unconsciously mimics her, finding that it creates a calm that allows him to better enjoy the sensation she is evoking in him as her hand slowly restarts its journey up and down his length. His hips buck slowly in counterpoint to her hand thrusting up into her fist as she skims it downward.

She rests more of her weight onto his thighs and she rocks back and forth slightly. He can feel the lips of her sex drag wetly along his skin, leaving a short trail of hot, slick cream. He shifts his thigh slightly pressing up, increasing the pressure against her sex and she groans, grinding against him. She opens her eyes, blinking once or twice and he can see passion burning in her eyes. She leans forward, pressing herself insistently into his hand at her breast. She increases the pressure and he slowly allows his hand to retreat, bringing her closer to him. He leans forward as well and they tilt their heads and their lips touch hesitantly in a light kiss. Their kiss deepened as mouths opened and tongues explored. She engulfs his senses. Taste, sight, hearing, smell, touch, everything is her and he savours every moment.

They break the kiss when breathing becomes an issue and again theirs lock, but this time she does not stay still. He feels her rise up onto her knees, taking the warm, wet flesh of her nether lips off his thigh, while her hand has stopped at the base of his erection. She shuffles further forward on her knees and he blinks suddenly, realizing her intension. His hand is still on her breast, for the first time since she'd placed it there and he finds himself holding his breath. Her knees are past his hips and she lines herself up with the pointed head of his cock. She lowers herself and rubs his dickhead between her wet, swollen folds, guiding him to her entrance. She finds it and continues to lower herself and her hot, moist resisting flesh slowly engulfs his cock. She lets out a slow hissing breath as he stretches her resisting flesh as she impales herself on his throbbing shaft. Her sex clutches at him, but her copious natural lubrication and gravity causes her slide down onto him with pleasurable friction.

His hand that is not on her breast clutches hard at the rim of the tub as he tries to stay still and allow her to dictate the pace. The velvet grip of her pussy, feels amazingly good as it wraps itself around his length, inch by slow, steady inch. But, as good as it feels, he has the strange sense that something was out of place, wrong. It feels too good, too real. He shouldn't have the reference for his subconscious to allow him to feel this dream as vividly as he is. Yet, it feels so good he almost doesn't care, almost.

His eyes snap open. He is still in the tub, but once again in the Sunny Pines Motel and he is looking directly into Jessi's wide, hazel eyes. The sensation of being engulfed by slippery, liquid-heat and pressure continued unabated. He can feel his own eyes going wider with shock as he realizes she is naked and he is half inside her and she is still sinking down. His hand still cupped her breast. He feels a barrier of some sort, pressing against the tip of his cock. She continues to bare down and then lets out a little gasped cry as the barrier gives and he slides the rest of the way into her. He can't stifle his own grunt at the suddenness of being fully surrounded by her.

He should stop this. It wasn't right, but it felt so good. "Jessi?" he queries. Her chin is sunk to her chest, her face covered by the veil of her long, dark hair. They are both remaining still, but the simple act of breathing and the involuntary throb or clench of their sexes sent little shivers of pleasurable sensation through them both. She raised her head slowly and he could see a tear slowly trickle down her cheek. "Jessi? Jessi? Are you okay?" he asked, taking his hand from her breast, gently cupping her cheek and wiping the tear away with his thumb. She smiled wanly.

"Why?" he asks. "I'm sorry, Kyle. Your dream, it was so... loud, if loud is the right word, and it made me feel, feel so strange. It made me... Made me need, Kyle. Made me want. Made my body tingle... Made me want what your dream was showing me... And... And... Then I got up and came in here... And... And... I'm sorry, Kyle, I'm sorry." She told him. "Shhhhhhhhhhhh. Shhhhhhhhhh." He tries to comfort her, but is distracted by the slow rhythmic contraction of her sex around his as she draws a shuddering breath. His own hips shift slightly, pressing up into her without his conscious will. They look at each other with a look of shock and awe as they create pleasure in each other without, hardly moving and the idea forms almost simultaneously in both their minds that there was still more to be had.

She slowly starts to rise, her eyes still locked with his and his hands move to her hips as her channel slides, dragging up along his shaft. They both groan at the sensation and then again when she lets herself slide back down. His hips thrust with more strength this time driving him into her as their bodies meet. They repeat the process again and again, slowly at first, but slowly gaining speed and momentum. She uses her hands on the rim of the tub to support herself and he lets bois hands slide up her body to caress both her breasts.

They both lean forward and their lips meet hungrily. He immediately notices the difference in taste and texture to Amanda. He has a slight twinge of guilt, but their pubic bones meet again, with a wet slap and a surge of pleasure that drives it from his mind. Their tongues delve into each others mouths and he can taste the sweetness of the snack cake she'd had earlier as their mouths slide together sinuously. Her breasts are warm and firm under his hands. She arches her back pressing the firm globes firmly into his grasp as she rolls her hips and rides him. Her sex massages his length in its unrelenting undulating grip.

His lips leave hers and explore her skin at the side of her neck, shoulder and the hollow at the base of her throat. He tastes salt on her skin as he plants sucking kisses and paints abstract patterns with a swirling tongue. He hears her sigh heavily over his head when he releases one of her breasts from his and lowers his mouth to it. He latches his lips onto the cap of her areola and slowly drags them closed onto the hard nub of her nipple. He feels one of her hands curling around the back of his neck, the fingers sliding into his hair. He tests the hardness of her nipple with lightly nipping teeth making her draw in a hissing breath that turns into a soft, drawn out: "Yessssssss" when he laves it with his tongue.

She rides him faster and harder and his hips move in unison with hers as their bodies crash together again and again. He feels his scrotum tighten and the need for release quickly growing past his ability to control. He has to relinquish his oral enjoyment of her breast as they are both panting for breath with the exertion of their headlong rush to climax. On her next grinding down stroke she cries out, throwing her head back as her sex locks hard around him like a velvet-covered fist. He feels the heat and moisture increase with the pressure and he lets out a series of grunts as his back tenses, his hips buck hard and his penis swells and deflates as he spurts into her again and again and again. He can feel her trembling around and against him and he wraps his arms around her and she does the same, resting her head on his shoulder.

It takes him a moment to realize she is crying, softly and he gets the distinct impression that it doesn't involve pain of any sort, so he simply strokes her hair and allows her to finish. He feels himself shrink and slip out of her and they shift until she can straighten out her legs as much as the tub allows and end up draped half across him. Her hair tickles his shoulder and cheek as she snuggles into the crook of his shoulder and neck and her full breasts are warm against his side and chest.

"You could see my dream?" he asks and she nods her response. "Not just see it, but feel it, the emotions behind it. You love Amanda, Kyle. That's why I'm so sorry, but it was as if I couldn't help myself." she informs him. "Oh Jessi... I could have stopped it when I woke, but I didn't and I can't really tell you why I didn't." he tells her trying to find the logic in the tumultuous situation. "What are we going to do about... this, about what we've just done?" she asks and she can feel the nervousness in her voice. "I don't know, Jessi, but for now lets just get some sleep." He replies honestly. "Mind if I stay here in the tub with you?" she asks quietly. "No, I don't and sure, you can. There is definitely room for two." He answers.

THE END