IMPORTANT NOTE: The lyrics are not mine. They're from 'Bad Things' by Jace Everett. When you read the part where the lyrics begin, it's most effective to listen to the song as well. It's easy to find on youtube, and it's worth every sexy note.
Jack flew quietly through the night, his copter wings adjusted to 'silent mode'. Even so, they made enough noise to make Jack cautious. He landed about twenty yards from the temple walls. As the machine silenced, Jack noticed the faint sound of music in the distance. It was gentle, a deep voice and the slow strum of a guitar. It was hypnotizing.
Jack crept quietly to the wall that separated the outside world from the Xiaolin grounds, and walked along the edge until he spotted the top of a tree. After some struggle he made it to the top, and peered through the leaves to see a peaceful scene. The four dragon warriors were sprawled out on the lawn. The Brazilian and the lone girl lay watching the stars, and the smallest monk sat folding a paper crane in his lap.
And there Jack saw the source of the southern lullaby. It was the cowboy warrior, sitting at the bottom of the stone steps leading to the temple. Jack settled himself on one of the branches in the tree, momentarily forgetting his plan to steal the wu.
It was the earth dragon that Jack knew the least about. He seemed to be the easiest to beat. Not because of any lack of strength, in fact he was obviously the most physically powerful of the four warriors. No, it was the earth dragon's unwillingness to deliver the final blow, always falling prey to Jack's pitiful screams. No matter how many times he would call Jack a 'dirty snake', he'd always be the sucker for Jack's well-rehearsed whimpers. Jack laughed to himself, thinking of how stupid Clay was, but immediately his genius mind contradicted him. Clay fell victim to it so often that perhaps it wasn't because he was stupid, or that he was actually being fooled at all. Maybe the oldest of the four warriors was more true to his values, that no matter the circumstances, no matter how filthy and rotten he thought his enemy to be, he thought that no one begging for mercy ought to be hurt. Perhaps he had a true hero's heart.
Jack thought this all through as his eyes slid over the cowboy, unconsciously taking in the sight of his broad chest and thick, muscular shoulders. Jack knew from experience how powerful those arms could be, and so the sight of the blonde gently stroking the instrument astounded him. Jack swallowed hard.
And the cowboy's singing voice sent chills down the redhead's spine. It was deep and masculine, but also the most gentle, soothing sound Jack had heard in… forever. It was honey dripping down his fingers as a child, and suddenly Jack's mind envisioned him licking the honey not off his own fingers, but off Clay's. Jack blushed furiously at the absurd thought. His attraction to men was a secret between him and his playgirl magazines, and he planned to keep it that way. He didn't allow himself to be attracted to anyone in real life. It would make things too complicated.
But as he watched the cowboy sing, he felt the hairs on his arms stand on end. His eyes slid from the guitar up the twice unbuttoned collar of his shirt, over his strong jaw to the knowing smile on his singing lips. It was curled and mischievous. Jack's eyes immediately shot to meet Clay's, and he realized he had been spotted.
So why hadn't Clay stopped singing? Jack and Clay's eyes were locked for what felt like ages as Clay began a new song with a faster beat. The country song had a strangely naughty vibe about it.
you came in, the air went out.
And every shadow filled up with doubt.
I don't know who you think you are,
But before the night is through,
I wanna do bad things with you."
Jack's jaw dropped. Clay continued to strum the guitar, his sky blue eyes holding onto Jack's like a steel lasso. The other three Xiaolin warriors tapped their feet in quiet amusement, oblivious to the song's dedication.
kind to sit up in his room.
Heart sick an' eyes filled up with blue.
I don't know what you've done to me,
But I know this much is true:
I wanna do bad things with you."
Jack's breath grew heavy and he braced the branch tighter as the cowboy sang his final words.
"I wanna do real bad things with you."
Clay finished his song and the others clapped lightly. "Lovely as always," Kimiko said as Raimundo pulled her to her feet. "But I think it's time I hit the hay, as you would probably say."
"And I have to go take the night shift guarding the wu," Rai grumbled.
Jack grimaced at the Brazilian's comment. He knew there was only fifteen minutes between dusk and the time one of the warriors would take the evening guard, and Jack had lost his opportunity.
"I may jus' hang round and practice fer a while," Clay said. The other three warriors said their 'goodnights' and split, leaving the cowboy watching the villain in the tree. Clay casually set down his guitar and strode over to the tree. Jack watched his unreadable expression, but had a feeling Clay wasn't going to attack him. Somehow in the last few minutes they had made a silent truce.
Jack leapt down from the high branch, not considering the height he was jumping. He hit the ground hard, twisting his ankle as he stumbled onto his butt. "Ow," he grumbled, reaching for his ankle. But before he could, Clay grabbed him by his jacket and slammed him against the trunk of the tree.
"What in tarnation are you doin' here?"
Jack lifted his chin. "I was about to steal every wu you losers have, but I…"
Jack paused. 'But I what?' he thought to himself, 'But I got distracted by your sexy southern singing?' Jack blushed, and felt lucky that there was only a soft light coming from the temple.
"But you what?"
"Why didn't you say anything when you saw me?" Jack asked, changing the subject.
"Cus when I saw you, you didn't run. Why didn't you run?"
"Because you didn't say anything when you saw me."
The two watched each other, wondering about their 'chicken and the egg' dilemma.
"I didn't know you could sing, redneck," Jack sneered.
"Didn't know you cared," Clay played.
"I don't care!" Jack yelled, his voice cracking.
"So why didn't you run?" Clay asked.
Jack didn't have an answer. He tried to make an escape, but Clay's huge hands tightened around his shoulders and slammed him back against the tree. The two boys narrowed their eyes. Jack tried to kick him but all Clay had to do was step on Jack's toes to hold him still. The redhead couldn't control his breathing. Being so close to the cowboy was torture. He smelled like cut grass and good cologne and the heat of his breath sent butterflies into Jack's stomach. His mouth was so close.
"Jack Spicer, you better tell me what yer up to or I'm goin' rough you up big time."
"I could just scream." Jack countered, but quickly realized how wussy that sounded.
"Sure you could. Then ma friends would come runnin' and put you behind bars. I should call em ma self and save you the trouble."
"No, no! You don't have to," Jack said in a fit of false politeness.
Jack watched nervously as Clay studied him. Suddenly Clay wrapped his arms around the thin goth. Jack' heart jumped into his throat as Clay's brawny chest pressed him against the tree. But before he could react, he felt something break behind him.
Clay had reached around him and broke his copter wings with his bare hands. Jack felt emotionally crushed as Clay stepped away, dusting off his hands. "Well now that you ain't flyin' nowhere, let's take a look at that ankle of yers. Sit down."
Jack obediently slid to the ground and Clay knelt in front of him. He pulled off Jack's boot and sock. Jack cringed as he watched Clay spot his black toenail polish.
"Dang, boy, you are whiter than a Camarillo mustang."
"I prefer the indoors…ouch!"
"Sorry," Clay mumbled as he focused on Jack's ankle. He rotated it slowly, sliding his fingers over Jack's skin. His hands were a little rough, calloused from fighting and playing guitar. But his gentle touch reminded Jack of how rough Chase was in comparison, how rough most everybody was with him. Even as a child his mother would call a nurse to come look at him if he pulled a muscle, or a maid to bandage his knee. Nobody ever touched him this way. Jack shrugged off the silly thought.
"So did you write that last song?" he asked, watching Clay's blond hair hang over his eyes.
"Nah. It just…"
"What? Tell me."
"I said it ain't nuthin', boy," Clay said roughly.
"Don't call me boy!" Jack chirped, "I'm eighteen!"
"That ain't old."
"Yeah it is! I can have legal sex!"
Clay's eyes flashed up to his. Quickly he hid his shocked expression with a mocking smile. "And I s'ppose you bein' eighteen makes you Mr. Experience?"
Jack looked embarrassed, and Clay studied his face, coming to a startling conclusion. "Oh, ya do have experience."
"Well I mean…" Jack started awkwardly, "It's not like…it was nothing! Really, I didn't even want to do it."
Clay's blue eyes narrowed with outrage.
"Oh crap! No I didn't mean it like that, I didn't get like, molested or anything. I just… why am I telling you this?"
Jack knew why. Because some people need friends to confide in when they lose their virginity to someone as volatile as Chase Young, and Jack had no friends.
"I'm listenin'" Clay said gently, going back to Jack's ankle.
"Well," Jack said shyly, "I guess… uh, SHE was really mean and SHE was always pressing me to… you know… and I thought things would get better if I just let it happen."
"But things didn't," Clay said, shaking his head. "That filthy rat, I could kill em."
"Him? Jack said.
"It's kinder obvious yer talkin' bout Chase Young. It's a damn shame that happened to you."
"Yeah, why do you care?" Jack said, nervous from the intimacy of the situation. He expected Clay to say he didn't, but that's not what he got.
"Why shouldn't I care?" Clay said. "Ain't nobody should be treated bad, no matter who…"
"Who they are?" Jack finished. He would have been insulted, but it was probably true. He'd been bad.
"So tell me what you were doin', hangin' in that tree."
"I told you, I was going to steal your wu." Jack said, annoyed.
"Like the country music?"
"I hate country music." Jack said, then carefully, "But it sounds ok when you sing it."
Jack stole a glance at Clay, and couldn't help falling for his incredible blue eyes.
"So…" Jack started, breaking the silence, "What was with that last song?"
"I was just teasin' you," Clay said as he pulled up the leg of Jack's black jeans.
Clay slid his large hands up to the crook of Jack's leg and placed a kiss right on his bare knee.
To be continued…
Review and tell me what you think! ClayxJack is my OTP, so please note me if you know of any good Clack stories. This will be updated next week. P.S. I don't care about typo's, I didn't even edit this once.