James was waiting in their tree when Lazarus left the manor house behind him, relaxing in the sun set filtering through the trees.
"Hey," Lazarus called as he came into sight. James opened his eyes, smiling as he saw who was calling his name.
"Thought you wasn't gonna come," he said, rolling over so he was lying on his stomach, hugging the bough as he looked down at Lazarus. "Where you been?"
"That Emerson kid, Gabriel, he saw me after my show last night and told me to take his piano lessons. I thought he was joking, but he wasn't."
"Explains yer Sunday bests, then," he nodded at Lazarus' clothes. "Ma and pa are out still, wanna come back to mine again?"
"If you'll come down and kiss me, maybe," Lazarus grinned, "I ain't climbing a tree in these clothes, dad'll kill me."
"You drive a hard bargain, Thorn," James grumbled with a reluctant smile as he let himself drop out of the tree, landing in a crouch before his lover. Straightening, Lazarus linked his arms in the small of James' back, kissing him hotly.
"I don't think so," he chuckled as be broke the kiss, "c'mon. I'll get changed at mine first, or my dad'll definitely kill me." James nodded and took his hand as they walked back towards the edge of the village dropping the contact when the first houses came into view. "D'ya know anywhere I can move in? I keep meaning to ask around, but I keep not having the time."
"Moving out already? Um... I dunno, actually. We could do that once you got changed, if ya want? It'd be good to have your own place; no one to walk in on us," James smirked, considering the opportunities the privacy would give them.
"Yeah. That and I'd be away from my dad," Lazarus laughed bitterly, his side still aching slightly, though not as badly as the night before.
"Mmm," James hummed, his mind still elsewhere.
"You're miles away," he laughed as James snapped out of his thoughts.
"Oh. Not really," his smirk returned and Lazarus' eyes widened as he understood, before blushing.
"Stop thinking about that shit in public," he muttered, turning the corner to his road.
"Make me," James challenged, making Lazarus blush harder.
"I'll be back in a minute," he mumbled, scurrying off. A few minutes later, he returned, his normal clothes hanging loose on his slender frame, flapping about as he walked quickly with James back to the empty house.
"I remember a time when this hadn't even crossed my mind," Lazarus murmured with a smile as James pulled him close, "you've made me into a sinner."
"Can't deny ya love it," James laughed softly in his ear as he let his hands roam the other boy's body, more confident this time, encouraged as Lazarus tentatively moved his own hands over James.
"No, I can't," he gasped as James slipped his hand under his trousers, shuddering under his touch as the rush of adrenaline and endorphins hit him once again.
Annabelle was looking for her brother, wandering through the village. Their father was asking after him, wanting him to get on with practicing for his show the next night. "He went off with James," she was told, "prob'ly back to his place." So that was where she was heading. She counted the houses along the road, stopping when she reached James'. As she lifted her hand to knock on the door, she heard a strange wailing. She paused as the noise trembled through the air, startled by the sound.
"Lazarus?" she called quietly, as though raising her voice might make the ground open up under her feet and have her fall into the fires of the underworld. A louder moan followed, and Annabelle almost backed away, but curiosity had always gotten the best of her. "Lazarus?" she asked again, a little louder.
"Uhhh..." the moaning was coming from inside, she decided, and impatient, she opened the door, letting herself in. She froze, eyes wide as she was met by a sight she had certainly not been expecting to see. James was on top of her brother on the bed, his expression intent. Lazarus was sprawled beneath him, panting, his fists clenched on the blanket. His face was flushed and he couldn't seem to make himself move as Annabelle stared in horror, her mouth slightly open.
"What the-" she stuttered, taking half a step back. James moved off Lazarus, his eyes fixed on the floor as he pulled his trousers back on, mortified. Lazarus just slumped, trying to catch his breath. He closed his eyes trying to pretend it was all a nightmare and he would wake up soon. He didn't have a chance to stop her as she ran back out, her hand over her mouth as she sprinted away from the house.