…or, Jamie On Top, Missy On Bottom
Monday, Astera 14th 222 (Evening)
By the time I got back upstairs, the lounge was starting to get crowded with people watching TV, doing homework, heating up food, or just talking, so after the pizzas arrived, we moved the party to my room and watched TV. Rather, we talked with the TV on.
My little couch under the loft bed was not big enough for all four of us no matter how narrow Iason was, but Marlot just wheeled her desk chair in. Actually, Iason and I wheeled it while she held the pizza boxes on her lap. That had been Iason’s idea, but it hit me as we were doing it that I hadn’t seen her stand or walk all evening.
I didn’t say anything about it. If her knee was sore, I didn’t want to make her any sorer.
With just the three of us on the couch, there was plenty of room, but somehow we ended up squished together, anyway. Iason had no shame about casual touching. I might have been surprised if he’d started giving me a handjob then and there, but only just.
We all talked about our childhoods and where we’d come from. Iason talked the most. Most of the stories Marlot and I had were ones we shared, and Missy didn’t seem to feel like she could say anything about herself that would be half as interesting as Iason’s description of how he strung his bow.
We learned that he was in his third year of studies. He’d been a year-round student for three semesters, but hadn’t taken anything like a full load of classes; the maintainers of Treehome Hall didn’t require students to be full-time, as elves often spent a decade doing the work that a human would do in three or four years. He’d moved up to twelve credit hours last fall to be eligible for the skirmish team.
Not surprisingly, Magisterius University was his first direct experience with human culture. He hadn’t socialized with non-elven students outside of classes before he joined the skirmish team, and then he’d been hanging mainly with other jocks and the people who went to their parties.
“Why here?” I asked him. “I mean, what made you decide to go to a human university in the first place, and why one in the middle of the Imperium? Not that this isn’t a good school, but it seems like an odd choice.”
“Yeah, I didn’t think there were a lot of elven undergrads,” Missy said.
“This is true,” Iason said. “I came here on a whim, following my cousin Meles, who is seeking a master’s degree. Elven education is too slow and meticulous for my tastes. I decided I could spend twenty or thirty years of my cruelly limited lifespan apprenticing myself to a mentor, or come to unversity and do it myself in half the time.”
“Boy’s got ambition,” Marlot remarked sardonically.
“How old are you?” Missy asked him. “If that’s okay to ask.”
“I am thirty in Calendula,” he said.
“Oh,” she said. She sounded disappointed. Sometimes it seems like people expected elves to be born already hundreds of years old somehow.
I’d wondered about his age, myself. He seemed relatively young in his attitude, but many elves became set in their ways at an early age. There really was no way to tell.
He told us stories about his experience with the skirmish team. He’d been recruited as light infantry, but proved to be more effective when he broke away from his squad and acted on his own.
He also told lies about his hunting experiences, which had Missy enthralled. Her fascination with elves didn’t apparently extend to actually learning anything about elven culture, which annoyed me. She apparently had the idea that elves were tree-worshipping vegetarians who never wore clothes when they didn’t need to. Hearing Iason’s recitation of his nicknames hadn’t apparently shaken this impression enough for her not to flip out a bit when he bit into a slice of my meat pizza.
I listened to his stories and decided I had been right about him when I’d noticed his smile. He could be a disingenuous prick, but there was no guile in him. He was a rogue, but a harmless one.
At least, one who wouldn’t do harm on purpose.
I didn’t feature me having his bracelet on my wrist until the day that I died, but M.U. had the best enchantment program in the country. Somebody would be able to get it off, if it came down to that. It would be a shame if they ended up having to disenchant an old and valuable family keepsake to do it, but he didn’t seem too concerned with the bracelet’s disposition.
I cut Iason a lot of slack for being hot, but that was all I really needed from him. I could tell from the way Marlot was eyeing him that she was sizing him up as my potential boyfriend, but I wasn’t looking for that. I wasn’t looking for somebody to watch my back or keep my secrets safe. He was hot and he knew what he was doing.
We talked about our classes for the next day and about an awful lot of nothing. Missy learned a lot of fun facts about elven culture, each one more amazingly mind-blowingly incredible than the last. By the end of the night, she’d fallen asleep leaning against me on the couch.
Not just asleep, either. She was completely zonked out.
I felt tacky about waking her up, like she might think I was only doing it because we were supposed to be having sex. So, when the party broke up, I covered her with the quilted blanket from the back of the couch.
“I hope you still respect her even after sleeping with her,” Marlot said.
“Very funny.”
I declined Iason’s offer of having “very quiet” sex before he left. It was a, uh, firm declination, but I stuck to it. His goodnight kiss caught me by surprise. I still wasn’t used to the idea of kissing.
I thought that I could get used to it. I could even warm up to the idea of being “pretty”. I enjoyed his attention, when it wasn’t crushingly inconvenient. He’d just have to work on his sense of timing a bit.
Tuesday, Astera 15th 222 (Morning)
I woke up to the sound of Missy stirring
“Oh, sweet fucking Khersis, my back,” she said. “Jamie, if you’re up there, never let me sleep on that couch again.”
“Sorry,” I said. “You looked so tired, we didn’t want to wake you.”
“How long was I out for?”
“Since about one,” I said. I’d slept in my boxers and t-shirt just in case, so I hopped down over the side of the bed. “You were kind of cute, asleep.”
“Thanks,” she said.
“There was surprisingly little drooling.”
“Oh, thank heaven for small favors,” she said.
“Most of it ended up on me, but I needed a shower anyway,” I said.
“So, um,” she said.
“Yeah?”
“We didn’t have sex last night.”
“No.”
“But that wasn’t on purpose,” she said. “I mean, you didn’t change your mind.”
“No, I didn’t,” I said.
“Good,” she said. “Because I still want to. More than before.”
I looked at the timepiece on the wall. It was just past six.
“It’s early,” I said. “My classes today don’t start until after lunch.”
“It’s too early,” Missy said. She stretched, leaning way back. It gave me a nice visual. “And I need at least a short nap on a proper bed before I do anything. I can get a few hours in, at least. You going to be up for breakfast, or sleep until lunch?”
“Meh. I don’t think I could if I wanted to. I slept most of the night already,” I said. “Maybe head over at nine?”
“That works for me,” she said. “What’ve you got again, today?”
“General thaumatology and my weapon proficiency,” I said.
“Oh, yeah,” she said. “You’ll have to tell me how your thaumo class goes. Mine seems like it’s kind of a joke.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah,” she said. “The teacher’s one of those goofy types who thinks he’s making learning fun, or something. I’m stuck right up close to the front, too, because I was almost late coming in. I have to look like I’m paying attention, or it’ll be really obvious.”
“Sounds like hell,” I said.
“Oh, stop it,” she said. “I think the girl who sits next to me must be the world’s biggest nerd. She looked like she was ready to drop to her knees and blow the professor by the end of class.”
“Heh,” I said. I didn’t have a strong feeling against people who took their education that seriously. Marlot had gotten a lot of shit for being a nerd in high school, on top of the shit she got for being fat, being weird, and being lame.
“I think it was that Harlowe girl, the one who looks human?” Missy said. “Which, if it was, either they don’t have showers over there or they don’t know how to use them.”
“Or she, in particular, didn’t shower for some reason,” I said. “Like, she might have been in a hurry.”
“Oh, I don’t mean like that,” Missy said. “But, she’s kind of representing her dorm, and you only get one chance to make a first impression, you know?”
“Yeah,” I said. “I know.”
“Anyway, I’m going to go hit the bed,” she said. She gave me a quick kiss on the cheek. “I’ll see you at breakfast, ‘pretty boy’.”
“See you.”
I was cutting her slack, too. If I dropped everybody who occasionally said something stupid from my list of potential partners, though, I wouldn’t even be able to masturbate. Considering that I was paying extra for a private room, that was unconscionable.
I thought about Missy and Iason both while I did my, uh, morning devotionals. Both separately, and then both together. I’d never considered that before. There’d always been a wall in my head between what I did with guys and what I wanted to do with girls. Iason had shown no sign of interest in the opposite sex, but it was pretty obvious Missy at least liked the idea, the fantasy, of two guys.
I lay in bed for an hour or so, not asleep but not really doing anything, either. I got up and showered around eight. I took my time, as neither my imagination nor my libido were exhausted.
Iason really was hot. He thought I was pretty. I’d have preferred “hot” myself, but damn it all, I’d take it. I thought about him, and about Kurt Stiles, the big skirmish player who was on my floor. Did they know each other? Kurt would probably never be anything more than fantasy fodder for me, but it was a good fantasy, all the same.
I went through the two of them, and some of the other elven guys I had known, and Iolana and Fee-Fee the green-haired mermaid, and of course, Missy. She’d become hotter than the rest of them by default, by dint of being real and within reach. She was nice, she was enthusiastic, she was into me.
She wasn’t racist, I decided, so much as inexperienced with anybody other than her own kind. I could handle that. It was college. We were all having our horizons broadened. I’d indulged a side of myself I had thought I would have to ignore, and nothing terrible had happened.
I thought I got a weird look from a guy shaving at the sinks when I came out of the shower area. He was one of the ones who had been watching the fights on TV when Iason and I had come into the lounge the night before. He was a short and skinny boy with light brown hair, not at all an imposing figure. That was one thing about going to an enchantment school: not all the guys were jocks.
“Hey,” I said. He’d seen me looking at him looking at me. A safe, non-committal greeting seemed in order.
“Hey,” he replied. “How’s it going, man?”
“Good,” I said.
“Weird being here, you know?” he said. “I woke up this morning and thought I was back home for a minute.”
“Yeah.”
“I’m just not used to having so much noise in the morning.” He was nervous, rambling. “Also, I keep jumping every time the door opens when I’m trying to shave. I’d probably have sliced my face up if my razor wasn’t safed.”
“Heh,” I said.
“I just wish there were some freshmen dorms with private bathrooms,” he said. “It doesn’t seem fair that we have to share but everybody else gets a choice.”
“At least we don’t have open showers,” I said.
“Hell yeah to that,” he said. “I’m Eric.”
“Jamie.”
He’d relaxed a little. I might have still been some faggot, but now I wasn’t some faggot who wanted to sneak a look at his junk in the shower.
It wasn’t perfect, but I’d take it. Missy was right about one thing: first impressions were a powerful thing.
First? (And first post on any MU story..hah)
I’m really enjoying the story so far, AE – keep up the good work. And congrats to Jamie on making a good first impression. I’m liking the more laid-back people in this story indeed.
ANTI-OOK!
And now I must spend half the night working out a sonnet for this chapter.
MOOK!
Wow, look at Jamie not agonizing over every little upset. Yayness!
Also, I’m enjoying that part of “same universe, new perspective” is the fact that we get an external perspective on Mackenzie. I didn’t realize she was that bad.
Great story so far AE, just one thing in this chapter puzzled me
“…when he broke away from his the and acted on his own.”
from his the??? sorry I just couldn’t fill in the necessary words to make it make sense.
Is it bad that I like Jamie so much more than anyone in the main story? I mean, not only is he coming off more tolerant than Mackenzie, but he’s actually reasonable about what goes on. Basically, I’m loving a normal perspective on the world where every little mishap isn’t the end of the world.
Great story!
Minor edit, though: I took my time, as neither my imagination and libido were exhausted.
Should be: I took my time, as neither my imagination nor my libido were exhausted.
I hadn’t really thought about getting to see all the major events of the ToMU story through the MToMU characters… How shortsighted of me. Now i’m even more excited for this story!
Oh yay! MU time!
typo:
“Also, I keep jumping every time the door opens *wen* I’m trying to shave.”
MOOK!
Am I the only one who thinks Jamie is completely unrealistic?
I mean, it’s like what, 9 AM and he’s already wanked two or three times…
MOOK!
I am really liking this story, although I thought from the title and subtitle, we might see some Missy/Jamie action.
Guess we have something to look forward to.
@Divals:
What realistic? Elves are nature’s magical porn stars.
The lounge room was developing a crowd
The noise level was getting too loud
Marlot has a sore knee
So they all watched TV
And Missy fell asleep on the couch
At six o’clock in the morning
The first Tuesday of term was dawning
There was a sexual lack
But Missy had a sore back
And she was too tired and yawning
Eric was having a shave
Jamie thought he’d be brave
They both shared greetings
No open shower meetings
A safe spell Eric’s skin did save
Man, finding words that rhyme can be so hard sometimes. Rhyming not perfect, but the best I could do. Hopefully at least one person laughs!
@12
I thought from the title and subtitle there would be some action too… guess not.
@Goddess
Oh, right. Damn those elves! *grumble grumble*
Is that really the right word? It sounds like the subject of the sentence was originally “it.” Also, this seems to be a point in the “bequeath = death” camp.
@Diomedes: Yes, it’s correct as written.
Nature’s magical porn stars aside, the amount of masturbating Jamie does didn’t really strike me as unusual. Being female, the issue of, ah, fluid depletion never occurred to me. Jamie’s clearly someone with a rather large appetite for sex and the inclination to indulge in it. Some people have higher libidos than others, some people want more. I know I sure as hell masturbated a lot my freshman year…although that was because that was when I discovered the joys of porn and erotica.
He’s clearly got some self-directed homophobia from human culture, though.
I like the utter normalcy of Jamie’s morning bathroom conversations…quite the difference from Mack and “Fee-Fee”.
Yep yep yep, I’m really really liking MoreMu!
OOK!
TOP 20?
@Zuki: Yes, eighteen year olds are nature’s other magical porn stars.
Personally, I wouldn’t be terribly surprised to hear from a male reader that Jamie’s “schedule” doesn’t seem like a big deal to them, but Missy’s declaration covers it either way.
…skirmish team.
Not …
Either not enough returns or too many.
Hmm… so Missy sits next to Mackenzie in Goldman’s class. Evidently she’s also one of the one’s who moved away from Mackenzie when they found out she was a half-demon.
No idea if she was one of the ones who moved back next to Mackenzie to get the free credits though.
That aside, it is nice to see Jamie’s tolerance and reason. *smiles* I wonder if Marlot’s knee is getting worse somehow…
She may also have moved away because Mack smelled bad, and then stayed away due to demon argh argh argh unappeal.
I’m confuzzled:
“He also told lies about his hunting experiences, which had Missy enthralled.”
Is this supposed to be lies? The context of the quote seems like it could be right (as in, Missy didn’t know enough to tell that they were lies), but I’m confused about what this actually means. Is he lying about hunting altogether? about how he hunts? about the elven practice of hunting in general? How does Jamie know they are lies?
“I didn’t feature me having his bracelet on my wrist until the day that I died”.
Should that first “I” be an “it”, or is that how you meant it?
“I didn’t have a strong feeling against about people who took their education that seriously.”
Against about? I think it should be one or the other, not both.
Speaking as a guy, Jamie’s, er, schedule is not unbelievable, but it is impressive. Most guys couldn’t keep going at that rate for too long- fatigue and soreness would kick in soon enough, even if the urge continued. I *have* known someone who would regularly get off between five and thirteen times a day, nearly every day, though- so Jamie’s not pushing the limits, yet.
Still, if he’s going to continue at that rate, he needs lubrication or he’ll be very, very chafed. NOT pleasant.
This has to be one of the best lines ever.
@ Yizzerin, 25: Yeah, I wondered about that too…
Yes people, the “I didn’t feature” construction is a perfectly legitimate phrase. Not extraordinarily common, perhaps, but correct nonetheless.
On the story itself, I’ve been looking forward to Jamie’s (and to a smaller extent Marlot’s) reaction to the discovery that Mackenzie is half demon for a while now, but now I’m looking forward even more to their reactions to finding out that Missy apparently moved to sit away from Mackenzie when she discovered that fact. I haven’t commented here before, mostly because I usually read on my pda and typing out comments on it can be a real pain, but I’ve got to say that I’m really enjoying having another perspective on the environment and main events of the main story. Keep ‘em coming, AE
I think Missy is into not just elf boys but gay elf boys. I think she’d get very turned on watching Iamie and Iason going at it. It was clear in the cafeteria that she was curious about the idea of gay elf sex. Interest in bi males is rare (and extremely hot) in a woman.
I kind of expected that Iason was more rogue than disgusting and mostly harmless. He might be arrogant or brash, but I have no doubt of his competence. I’m betting there’s more to the bracelet than we know too. I like his character so far.
But also I like this story better than the other. The character flaws are not so overpowering that. It’s not as difficult to identify with the main characters. We got a major character development last chapter — that Jamie couldn’t hide who he was and be true to himself. It was subtle, without the dysfunctional events which seem to be a prerequisite to good character development in the other story.
@25 Yizzerin,
Think fishing stories, lies as in exaggeration.
Yes, 19 year old male here who doesn’t think Jamie’s schedule is strange. XD Mook! Hrm…Missy’s perception of Mackenzie bugs me. I know she didn’t shower and change clothes and all that like she should’ve, but that whole thing about blowing the teacher is annoying. I hope Missy and Jamie don’t end up disliking/hating her when they find out who/what she is and all that. And yeah, I have to agree with all the people who say this, I love the different perspective on the events that have transpired thus far.
Diomedes said…
“”I didn’t feature me having his”"
“Is that really the right word?”
Several of us have suggested it was the wrong, or not perfect, usage, but it is a favorite of the writer, who can make a decent case it is not a really flawed usage, so it is correct around here. Your milage with English majors may vary.
Point of order: it’s a favorite of the character.
And seriously, I didn’t make this usage up. Any English major who’s not familiar with diverse idioms is a victim of poor teachers.
I’m so happy!
FINALLY a ToMU with gay sex, not lesbian sex!
…sorry people who like it. I’ve always skipped those chapters XD
As promised earlier, my sonnet:
As talk and food tonight wind down, asleep
Poor Missy falls. No sex, for honor’s pet
Our hero is. She thus her virtue keeps,
The sleeping lass. In morning she may fret.
By rising sun, the morn doth pass, and make
The lovers rise. No sex, it shall yet come
at later hours, when both are more awake.
In shower now, the horny James for fun
Excites himself. A new acquaintance made
As Jamie towels off. No sex, not here,
not in this man elfblood would now be laid.
Instead he must allay and address fear.
No sex, not yet, we know it comes at nine
O’clock. And then his liking Jamie finds.
@Andy
Yay. another cool sonnet. How long did that one take you?
@ Krista 37:
About 30 to 45 minutes. They’re getting easier as I go.
I love this story, the more I read it the more i enjoy it…
James’ masturbation track isn’t all that strange to me…and chaffing really isn’t that much of a problem unless you really go over 5 or 6 a day for several days on end. Which we don’t know he does – he’s in a new environment etc etc now, so maybe he’s doing more than usual. And he’s just getting more sexually active, nothing like sex to bring your masturbatory needs down to once or twice a day.
And yes, I’m curious about how they’ll react to Missy when she finds out Mackenzie is a half-demon. James is still lying to himself about her being racist, after all.
Shouldn’t the risk of chaffing also reduce if you’re in the shower? I mean with water and showergel…
While I have known guys as… *busy*… as Jamie, I only WISH my fiancee were like that. He’s got the drive, just not the “timing”, shall we say. ‘Course, that just means I get other stuff
I agree with Heph; Missy is totally a closet racist, and Jamie refuses to see it. Of course it’s only been about 4 days, so I can’t really blame him for not wanting to see the worst in someone he’s just met.
You know, I think I agree with some of the others on here.
Missy, Iason, Jamie, and Marlot are much more likeable that most of the characters in ToMU. At least right now.
But I still think that no one beats Dee.
And also, I used to think that Dee stressed the finer points of Pax grammar too much, but now I find she talks a lot like Vaarsuvius.
@25: I believe he was saying that since elves are VEGETARIANS there’s no reason for them to hunt for meat. (They may hunt for furs or leather; if AE has said one way or the other I don’t remember.)
TimWarp: Elves aren’t vegetarians (hence Iason’s taking a big bite of everything-dead pizza) Missy just thought they were.
I suspect the Lies are either fish stories as suggested or made up “Aren’t elves romantic” nonsense.
@TimWarp:
Read again… they aren’t vegetarians at all.
You don’t need to know the truth of a “fish story” to recognize that it’s a lie, folks.
Liking it, liking it.
Also, when did sonnets and limericks replace haikus for the ToMU observational poems?
Personally, I think Jamie’s being a bit wierd about the bracelet. Iason’s said he wouldn’t do anything unless Jamie wanted him to, and Jamie’s stated his aim to teach him about timing, so what’s the problem? Possibly it’s just that he can’t get it off (heh heh and would like the choice. However, disenchanting it fully seems a bit extreme for such a useful item – I for one would like to see the more benign properties used sometime. It would be far more useful to only disenchant the stalker and unremovable “clauses” and keep the handy ones. Although I’d keep the unremovable bit on, to save me from losing it all the time.
That would be best – but since it’s old, and the spell therefore likely put on all at once (I seem to recall putting them on one by one is a more recent trend) this may be impossible. A shame.
*bamf*
Commenting so late in the game, I can only agree with Miss Lynx @ 28: “If I dropped everybody who occasionally said something stupid from my list of potential partners, though, I wouldn’t even be able to masturbate,” is the best variation on an old line that I’ve see to date.
Normally I try not to post things that are unoriginal, but I just can’t contain my enjoyment of MOARMU as it continues!
I also eagerly anticipate seeing how reactions unfold on this side of the storyline. I wonder if Missy isn’t really a “closet racist,” as it were, so much as a naïve but open-minded person who has the capacity to appreciate diversity (all ethernet-fed fantasies aside). It’s hard to say if someone is racist or not if they’ve never had direct contact with someone who isn’t their race…but that could just be my optimism talking.
hi
typo near the end:
“He’d relaxed a litle” => little
If Missy’s intrigued
By Iason’s dragon tattoos
Is it tit for tat?
I thought that Iason’s
“Disingenuous prick” was
Just what Jamie liked
Iason’s beguiling
But Jamie sees no guile in him—
They’re both pretty/hot