Deja Vu, But Not

TITLE: Deja vu, But Not

AUTHOR: Midknight

CHAPTER: 1 of 1

FANDOM: Kyle XY

SHIP: Kyle / Jesse

RATING: NC-17

CATEGORY: Erotica

SPOILERS: A couple, Season One and Two

SYNOPSIS: Kyle and Jesse have to deal with some impossible memories they have of each other after the touched after the Alternate Prom.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Kyle XY. None of these characters belong to me. They belong to ABC Family, the writers and producers of the show 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

Kyle adjusted the pillow behind him in the tub for what felt like the hundredth time. He had tossed the comforter he usually slept under over the side ages ago as the material suddenly felt too hot and itchy against his skin. He simply couldn't find the calm to get to sleep. He ran his thumb across the tips of his fingers and studied the heart of the problem that was keeping him awake.

Jesse, and more specifically the all too vividly remembered feel of her smooth skin of her taut belly. That, and the undeniable proof that she was like him as no belly button marred the flat, curved ridges and shallow valleys of her toned torso. He remembers clearly the slight shudder under his fingers, the slight electrical shock of knowledge as he touched her. His eyes had already told him the truth, but he had been almost helpless to stop his hand from reaching out and verifying it. He wondered if she felt the same. But, it was more than that. What, was keeping him awake were the other memories, the impossible ones.

The memories as vivid as the ones he knew for a certainty were real, but which were wholly beyond the realm of possibility. He remembers touching her, but not just her stomach, touching her and much, much more. He could smell the scent of her skin, her hair, her essence, taste her skin on his lips and tongue; the feel of her body against his, under his fingers, around his fingers, the weight and heft of her breasts, the texture of her nipples. He let out a soft groan as his penis suddenly hardened, tenting his shorts as more explicit images flashed across his mind. His erection throbbed to the beat of his heart as he tried to control his breathing and focus on getting it to subside. He could not know these things about Jesse, but yet as he examined them, he was unable to convince himself that they weren't true or that they were just his imagination constructing them. He had seen Jesse naked before, when he had received flashes of her escape, but it simply didn't account for the level of sensory detail he was experiencing. He needed to talk to her.

He tried to call up baseball stats as Josh had told him to do in order to relieve the pressure of his erection, but had to finally shift to proving quantum physic equations to get any results. By force of will he got some sleep, but it was fitful and filled with disturbingly erotic scenes of himself and Jesse and when he woke, he found his shorts damp and sticky. He had to speak to Jesse.

He felt a little guilty that he specifically avoided Amanda when he got to school and tracked Jesse down at her locker. She greeted him with a smile, but she wouldn't seem to meet his eyes. "You too?" he asked. "Me too, what?" she countered. "Memories of you and me, impossible memories... " He explained, pausing as he searched for the right word. "Intimate memories." She supplied and he nodded guessing it was as good a choice as any. She worried at her lower lip for a second and then nodded. "Ever since we touched." She clarified and again he nodded. The first period bell rang and she closed her locker. "Jesse, we need to talk." He told her. "We can go to my place, after school, my sister won't be home 'til late." She suggested. He didn't exactly know how he felt about being alone with Jesse, but what they had to discuss had to do with who they were and where they had come from, so prying eyes and ears were not a good thing. "Okay." He agreed and she told him to meet her outside the school after the last bell.

The day seemed to drag on as he sat through his classes, hardly paying attention, but still absorbing everything his teachers said, even though he already knew most of what they were teaching. She didn't smell exactly the way she did in his memories, but was still a variation on the theme, he thought as sat with Declan and Lori at lunch, having to continuously gather and focus his thoughts to keep track of what they were saying to him. The last few periods were a tedious torture as he tried to puzzle out what he was going to say to Jesse, or how what they were experiencing could be possible. "Would she have any more plausible answers than his? Could it just be 'teenage hormones' finally getting their way? But, how could they both be experiencing it?" he pondered looking out the window of the classroom, absently counting the measured strokes of the ticking clock above the chalkboard and willing it to count off the last five minutes of the school day.

The bell and the commotion of the other students packing up was a surprising jarring shock when they came. His mind had drifted, immersing itself in the memories / imaginations of the exploration of Jesse's body under his touch. He remained seated, deliberately taking his time putting away his own books as he waited for the room to clear and the hard on he had developed to subside. He had managed to avoid Amanda for the entire day, but as fate would have it, as he met Jesse on the steps out front of the school and they started to leave, he felt eyes on the back of his head. He glanced over his shoulder and saw her watching him. He groaned softly under his breath, and vowed he would try to find away to explain to her without divulging his secret.

He and Jesse walked along, exchanging pleasantries and pretty much skirting the real issue until she unlocked the door to the apartment she shared with her sister and ushered him inside. She slipped off her jacket, leaving her in a light, sleeveless top and skirt as she also kicked off her shoes. He noticed the shape of her breasts and the way the material of her top adhered to her skin, along with the slight peaks that interrupted the smooth curve and he concluded she wasn't wearing a brassier. Why he made the observation he didn't know, and it puzzled him. He watched her wriggle her toes on the carpeted floor. He must have frowned or seemed curious because she explained that she really didn't like wearing shoes and it felt good to get out of them when ever she could. She seemed to want to continue and say something else, but she changed her mind, abruptly closing her mouth and he detected a slight rise in her body temperature and a slight reddening of her cheeks. She offered him something to drink, but he declined. There was a nervous tension between them, that was almost tangible as she led the way to a sofa set in the apartments living room and they sat down, turning slightly to face each other. Their knees brushed together for the merest of moments and both of them almost flinched away from the contact.

"What exactly have you been 'remembering'?" he asked, making air quotes at the word remember to indicate his uncertainty as to if that was the correct term for what they were experiencing. She told him in rather explicit detail and he felt his own cheeks heat slightly. Too many of the details were identical for it to be coincidence and they were as vivid for her as they had been, were for him. His penis twitched in his boxers. "Do you have any idea where these memories, that can't be memories are coming from or why we're having them?" he asked. "No, but I like them. They make me feel... strange, but good. I liked it when you touched my stomach, it made me feel the same way." She replied. It was not the answer he was looking for and her admission was kind of disturbing, because he knew exactly what she meant. Their knees had drifted together again and her heat radiated against his bare arm and the scent of honey and almonds tantalized his nose as it wafted off her. "Do you?" she queried. He shook his head, as no plausible explanation had presented itself. "It's like deja vu, but not, because we've never, you know, done those things." He commented, trying to be diplomatic about what he remembered doing with her.

"It started when we found out we are the same, maybe that has something to do with it." She offered and he became aware that she was slowly shifting her knee, rubbing it against the denim of his jeans. "It's a definite possibility." He acknowledged and shifted his knee to add more pressure to their contact. She raised her hand and nibble at the fingernail of her thumb. She dropped her hand and the pink tip of her tongue popped out from between her lips and darted across the lower one. "Maybe... Maybe that is what we are supposed to do, because we're the same." She suggested quietly. "What?" he exclaimed a bit louder than he intended as both the import and then the logic of her statement became apparent to him. He found himself also licking lips that were suddenly dry and swallowing as well to wet his throat. "Could that be it?" he asked himself, looking at her and feeling him cock stir in his pants. "I don't know, Jesse. I mean it does make sense, but..." he hedged, unable to dismiss her observation as his cock stiffened and slid against the material of his boxers with a tingling sensation.

She met his eyes for the first time, her large grey orbs reflecting the uncertainty they both felt. "We could try, maybe... just some of the stuff. I mean...if you wanted to " he suggested, the words drifted out of his mouth without his conscious consent. "I'm sorry. I didn't... It's a stupid idea." Kyle apologized. "I don't think so." She informed him and he took it to mean she didn't want to until she took his hand and guided it under the hem of her top to rest on her torso. Again, he felt a slight quiver go across her belly under his hand, and the electric tickle of energy across the contact of his skin with hers. She took her hand off his and he applied a little more pressure, feeling her muscles tense providing resistance as he flexed his fingers. A soft almost inaudible sigh escaped her lips and the corners of her mouth quirked up into the hint of a dreamy smile. "I shouldn't be doing this, Jesse. We... I'm with Amanda." He tried to explain, but still he started to stroke her smooth skin and lightly test the firm muscles underneath and comparing the feeling to those in his memories.

She murmured something he couldn't quite hear. "Like a lot of other things about you, Kyle, she doesn't need to know about this. This is about you and me. We can do nothing and hope whatever this is and its effects on us will simply just go away, which I don't think they will, or we can try this and see what happens." She argued and narrowed his choice even further by reaching for the hem of her top and pulling it off over her head. He felt his dick lurch in his jeans, which were suddenly becoming too tight for comfort. Kyle knew he was staring, but couldn't help himself. The firm globes of her breasts swayed and jiggled slightly as they settled after being shifted by her removing her top. Her perfectly round, high breasts were topped by raised, dusky pink, mushroom cap areola, peaked by long, slightly darker, plump nipples, about the length and diameter of the first joint of his middle finger. He knew how they felt, knew how they tasted, but he found himself almost irrevocably drawn to verify both facts.

He could also see his hand on her toned belly, her smooth skin several shades paler than his and mere inches from the lower curve of her firm breast. He licked his lips again, his reluctance warring with his desire. Her skin was warm and sumptuous under his hand and shifted slightly as she breathed and he did nothing to stop her as she reached for and unbuttoned his shirt. He found himself slowly kneading her stomach muscles, fingertips exploring the area where her belly button should be, but like him, there wasn't one. Her fingertip lightly brushed his skin, leaving little echoes of sensation, as she pulled the short-sleeved shirt off his shoulders and he shrugged to let it fall down his arms. Their angle was a little awkward, but like the night before she placed her hand on his stomach as well in an exploration of her own. He felt a strange kind of surge and like her, his stomach shuddered as if an electric circuit had been closed and they were sharing a form of energy.

"I think I'd really like it if we did the other things too, Kyle." She commented almost shyly, her eyes darting to his and then down and then back up again. His dick throbbed and pressed against the confines of his boxers and jeans, a biological call that was difficult to ignore and as her hand slid lower and onto the bulge it produced, impossible to disobey. "I'd like that too." He acknowledged and by mutual, unspoken agreement they shifted until she was lying back on the sofa and he was moving over her. He took his hand from her for the moment it took him to discard his shirt. He hovered over her for a moment longer, trying to find the strength of will or logical argument that would stop him from doing what he was about to. Jesse's hand had not left his crotch and he blinked once as she stroked her hand along his denim-covered length, her head tilted slightly to the side, her expression one of fascinated concentration. He exhaled slowly and then simply surrendered.

He let his hands explore as hers did, but skirted her breasts, admitting to himself that once he took them his hands he would be loathe and hard-pressed to let them go. His lips, unbidden were drawn to the exposed side of her neck and he tasted her skin as his hands slid along her smooth skin, lightly testing the muscle underneath, His hand lightly cupped her cheek, her dark hair tickling the back of his hand as she pressed into his palm. There seemed to be an electric buzz between them where they touched that left a tingling heat in its wake. He could feel pleasure radiate off her. Her hand slid up his back to his neck and then her long, slender fingers were winding through his hair and cupping the back of his head. She drew his lips from her skin to her lips and he followed her guidance willingly. His only other reference was the kiss he had shared with Amanda and the memories in his head, yet neither seemed to fit the spark that passed between them as both their eyes went wide and they groaned as their lips slid together and then parted to let their tongues explore. They continued to stare at each other in wonder as they experimented, shifting their heads and applying different pressures and letting their tongues fence or wrestle, retreat or advance as they saw fit. His hand slid from her face and found her breast, cupping and weighing the firm globe, squeezing and fondling the resistant, but pliable flesh. His thumb and forefinger found the turgid nub of her nipple and rolled and tweaked it and she gasped into his mouth.

He groaned back and rocked his hips back and forth as she continued to massage his now uncomfortably erect penis through his boxers and jeans. Jesse grabbed his hand, taking it from her breast and guiding it lower, past the hem of her skirt and then up under it, on the inside of her thigh and between her legs. Kyle felt heat as she guided his fingers to the crotch of his panties. At, her insistent urging he began to rub his fingers over the gusset of her panties, finding them damp and growing even wetter as he continued to apply sliding pressure to the hot pulsing flesh underneath. She pressed against his hand, undulating and grinding her sex into his fingers as they gulped in air between hot searching kisses. Her breasts flattened against his chest, her nipples poked and slid across his skin, heated points that left blazing trails.

She somehow managed to get his belt unbuckled and his jeans unbuttoned and his zipper down. His spine stiffened and his butt clenched when he felt her hot hand rub along his length, separated by only the thin layer of cotton that was his boxers. He lifted his lips from hers to groan heavily and then lowered it to nuzzle at her neck, inhaling the sweet smell of her skin and the honey scent of her shampoo.

"More? Kyle asked, feeling her shudder against his fingers. "Yes, but not here." She whispered, running her hand through his hair and lifting his head to face her. She untangled herself from him and rising from the sofa took his hand and led him to her bedroom. They stripped out of the rest of their clothes and he stood for a moment looking down on her as she lay nude and exposed before him. The feeling of having done this before was almost overwhelming, but there were things that were somehow out of place, right and wrong at the same time.

"You're beautiful." He told her, the words simply spilling from his lips, a truth not spawned by the strange memories that continued to roll across his consciousness. Her touch, her taste, her scent seemed to match his memories, but there were slightly different nuances and differences. Instead of making him question what they were doing, it made him more curious to continue exploring and seeing how far the differences went. Jesse held up her arms to him and he joined her on the bed, resting on his side next to her, placing his thigh over hers and his leg between hers, as he pressed against her side, feeling the side of her breast warm against his chest.

She turned her head and they kissed again, lips pressing together before they sucked and nipped at each other and let tongues lap away the sensations of pressure their lips and teeth left behind. He captured and fondled her breast feeling the firm flesh resisted his squeezing fingers before they tweaked and stretched the hard nub of her nipple. She moaned into his mouth and her shoulder rolled to press her flesh into his palm. She snaked an arm under his neck and around to run her hand through his hair, cupping his head and massaging his scalp as his fingers did the same in the sweet smelling mass of her dark curls.

He let his lips slid from her and nibbled at her smooth jaw line before planting a trail of sucking kisses down the strong column of her neck. He paused for a moment to explore and swirl his tongue around the oval hollow at the base of her throat and felt her skin vibrate under it as she sighed her approval. He was no longer strictly following the memories, using his own initiative as he felt desire well up inside him. He knew there was a good reason for them doing this, but it no longer seemed to matter, it just felt good and right and he could feel the same sentiment radiating from Jesse as he captured her nipple and as much of her breast as he could fit in his mouth while his hand continued down over her smooth skin.

His fingers found her sex swollen and moist, hot and slippery under his touch as he explored her folds. The new and familiar merged in a strangely thrilling was as her fingers tentatively wrapped around his penis and she explored his length, making him twitch against her touch. His thumb found the exposed pearl of her clit and despite never having done it before, knew exactly how to caress it to make her moan and buck against his hand in enjoyment. Her fist was now skimming his length, lightly squeezing and twisting as it made the journey from base to tip, that made him groan around the firm nub of her nipple as surges of pleasure snaked from her touch into his belly and along his spine.

Her hand stilled at his base and she tugged gently at him and he raised his head from her breast to look up at her. "More." She requested simply, spreading her legs and with her urging he moved between her legs. He hovered over her, holding most of his weight on his knees and forearms as she guided the tip of his cock between her hot, slippery, moist folds and to her entrance before releasing him. Her hands slid onto his back and one went up to wind into his hair and draw him down into a kiss while the other slid down to his buttocks. They kissed hungrily no longer needing the strange unsubstantiated memories to guide them, but instead relying on their own experience as their lips slid together and their tongues twined and writhed together.

Her fingers clutched at one of his ass cheeks, her arm curving to pull him towards her and he thrust forward. He lifted his lips from hers, as her breath hitched and she gasped as he drove into her. He let out a heavy groan as her flesh slowly, reluctantly surrounded him with heat, pressure and friction. Her sex clutched at his shaft, resisting his invasion with a tight grip, but at the same time was slippery and copiously coated with her sex grease to lubricate his way forward. They stared at each other in wide-eyed amazement as he slowly filled her and he felt her legs slide up along his thighs and curl around the back of his legs.

He frowned and so did she when he suddenly found his way forward blocked. She blinked and he saw her grimace as he tried to press forward and backed off. "I don't remember this." She admitted in confusion, doubt coloring her tone for the first time. "I don't either." He confirmed. She still felt amazing around him, even with only a little more than half of him inside her, but he could remember what it felt like to slide all the way into her. He was trying to remain unmoving inside her, but the very act of their breathing shifted him inside her and her around him with delightful results. "Oh, Jesse... You're a virgin. I... The memories can't be real. We... We have to stop." He informed her with reluctance. Her hand left the back of his head and lightly cupped his cheek. "I think we both knew the memories weren't real, couldn't be, Kyle and I don't think you want to stop and I don't want you to. It feels right." She told him her large, startlingly clear grey eyes looking up into his. "I know." He admitted. "But..." he started, once again trying to find the words for an argument he didn't really want to make. "Kyle... Make the memories real. I want you to, please." She plead simply, her need coloring her tone.

Kyle smiled down at her and then lowered his lips to hers, kissing her them lightly until she released and parted them to share the kiss with him. He broke the kiss to find her smiling back at him and then slowly, carefully pulled back, both of them groaning softly. He felt her hand tighten on his buttocks again and he thrust forward, trying to keep his pressure even and steady. He felt the barrier that halted his progress again, but this time kept applying pressure. He felt it start to give, to stretch and Jesse's smile became a grimace once more. It's resistance seemed to increase and he was about to stop, not wanting to cause her anymore discomfort when she let out a short, sharp cry and her eyes snapped tightly shut as he tore through her maidenhead and slid all the way inside her before he could control his thrust.

"Jesse?" he called her name in concern. "Are you okay? I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to..." he tried to apologize, but she pressed a finger to his lips. "Hush." She instructed him softly. "It didn't hurt that bad. I was just surprised. Just give me a moment to adjust." She instructed as she squirmed slightly under him, shifting her hips, the corners of her eyes tightening. He throbbed against the tight, hot, pulsing grip of her molten core, keeping his breathing slow and steady to remain as still inside her as he could. He stroked her hair, dragging stray curls that had dropped onto her face away from it. He kissed her forehead and then moved his lips top hers and they shared another long, exploring kiss as at her gentle urging he started to rock back and forth inside her slowly increasing his range of motion and the length of his stroke inside. He saw her grimace once or twice as his shaft slid through her tight embrace, but then her fingers were again clutching at his buttocks, clenching and pulling at him as he drove forward and relaxing as he drew back.

Her sex was a sweet caress along his as they undulated together, her hips now rising to meet his as they found a comfortable pace and rhythm. Her face no longer showed any discomfort, just an innocent awe as they both discovered new sensations as they overwrote the strange impossible memories they had been experiencing with their own truths. She moaned into his mouth and he groaned as they started to move faster. Their lips parted to drag in breath and then explore whatever skin they could reach. "That feels so good, better than... so good." She moaned breathily as they continued to strain together, his cock filling her and withdrawing again and again. "Jesse, this is amazing. You're amazing." He told her honestly as pleasure and delight flooded his body and senses. He felt her taut belly quiver against his and then start to shudder as her channel clutched and squeezed at him. "Kyle! I feel... I feel strange... I... Oh... My God" she cried out frantically and then screamed as every electrical device in the apartment went nuts and anything not nailed down began to rattle.

Kyle could feel it too. Pulses of energy were rolling off and through both of them. Their nerves sang with it, it ran through his blood like wildfire, making it hard to breath, impossible to think as he thrust into her tight, flexing, flooding molten centre while her body tensed under his, her back arching and her shuddering torso pressed hard against his. Her head pressed back into the pillow beneath it and her dark hair became a wild, swirling maelstrom as her head thrashed from side to side. He grunted as her sex rippled around him and he humped and ground into her, his hips no longer under his control as he felt a heavy surge of electrifying energy rip through him and the tension in his groin suddenly lifted. His spine tensed in a taut bow in opposition to hers as he threw his head back and cried out wordlessly while wave after wave of energy washed through him and his cock swelled and subsided as he pumped his seed into Jesse. The lights in the apartment when incandescent and then blew with a series of sharp pops and then everything was silent and dark, except for the heavy sound of their breathing and he was no longer able to support his weight and he collapsed on top of her, his head next to hers, his face buried in her sweet smelling hair. He would later find out they had blacked out the entire city block.

He tried to rise when he felt his strength return, but she tightened her legs around him as well as her arms, holding him in place. There was a tingling feeling wherever his skin touched hers and a sort of low humming noise, just beyond his hearing that mingled with their unsteady breaths and racing heartbeats. Kyle licked his lips and swallowed to get moisture back into his mouth before lifting his head to look at her. She blinked up at him, her eyes looking a little unfocused. "Kyle... What... What just happened?" she asked quietly. "I'm... I'm not sure. I think you... just... just had an orgasm... and so did I." he suggested and she relaxed her hold on him enough for him to roll them onto their sides as he felt himself start to shrink and slip out of her. They held each other close, their faces resting a mere inch apart and despite the darkness he could see her clearly. He liked the warm, smooth feel of her skin against his. "I think I like orgasms." Jesse told him shyly, chewing on the tip of a stray lock of her dark hair, her eyes searching his. "It is quite an intense rush." He conceded as he let his fingers draw idle patterns on the smooth surface of her back.

"What about the memories?" she asked. "We have new ones now, ones we know are real, so I think we can handle them." He told her after a moment. "I think you're right and I like these memories better." She agreed and then closed the short distance between their lips and they shared a languid, soft kiss. There were still unanswered questions about where their false, yet intimately detailed memories had come from, but Kyle believed they had found out all they were going to on the subject and for now he was prepared to accept it as deja vu, but not.

THE END