This is what I like to call Fic-Exorcism.

Okay, so there's a cheesy Wes Craven werewolf movie called "Cursed", and it features so many people we know and love. Christina Ricci, Portia De Rossi, Mike Rosenbaum, Joshua Jackson, Mya, Jesse Eisenberg [of Adventureland and Zombieland], and Milo Ventimiglia as Bo, the high school jock who bullies Jesse's character, Jimmy, until he comes out to him and tries to kiss him. =) If you have no clue, just replace "Bo" with Jensen and "Jimmy" with Jared, and you have a little J2 Highschool!Werewolf AU. ♥



Also, this is completely dauntdraws' fault. Yep.

Jimmy/Bo. Spoilers for the movie [do you care?]
PG for kissing and thoughts of boy!kissing. ~1000 words.


Fortunately for just about everyone involved, the less desirable side effects of lycanthropy disappear as soon as Jake's body is reduced to ash on Jimmy and Ellie's kitchen floor. No more freaky bouts of inexplicable strength, discolored skin, or a nasty urge to lick and lap at human blood. Of course, there are some things Jimmy will miss. The added muscle was nice, and the confidence, not to mention the enhanced sexual allure.

Although, judging by the way Bo's been studying him since he, Jimmy, and Brooke left Ellie alone on the front porch to "clean up", maybe Jimmy didn't lose everything.

The street is quiet and Brooke's voice is soft while she tells Jimmy and Bo that she's thinking of joining the swim team. Jimmy's trying to listen, he really is, all the while replaying in his mind how it felt to kiss Brooke. How soft her lips were, how timid the touch was even though she smiled pearly-white. And he remembers the way he had to lean into her space, her eyes bright and happy, to kiss her again.

Just to make sure.

Because there'd been something missing from that kiss and Jimmy doesn't want to think on it too hard.

Bo's mostly silent, ambling along to Jimmy's left, more preoccupied with kicking loose asphalt than the conversation next to him. Walking with but apart, like Bo's a stranger now that he's set up his ex-girlfriend with the guy he'd just come out to. And God, had that only been hours ago? It seems like ages ago that Bo pushed close into Jimmy's space, stuttering out of the closet with reluctant hope in his eyes that Jimmy might feel the same. Even Jimmy can respect the courage that must have taken.

He'd pushed Bo back, shocked and so overwhelmed with everything else - hello, turning into a werewolf - but he can remember that moment pretty clearly, too.

It's the memory competing for space with Brooke's kiss. And every time Jimmy glances to the side and sees Bo's head hung low, it gains some ground. Because no matter how much he craved Brooke - the way all young men should want someone like Brooke - Jimmy's body craves...

Well, he doesn't know what, but it's something that was absent when Brooke slid close. And it's missing now as he says good night (good morning?) to the prettiest girl he's ever known on her doorstep, Bo hanging back on the sidewalk next to his car, hand spread on the cold engine hood. There's a kiss, the requisite smiles and promises to call later, and then Brooke's skipping through her front door leaving Jimmy and Bo in the eerie, still night.

"You want a ride back?" Bo's leaning against the convertible now, body comfortably slouched but his expression is tight.

"Yeah, man. Thanks, I -" Jimmy falters. "I have no idea what to say right now."

Admitting that makes Bo laugh and they both slide into Bo's car. A minute into the drive, Bo's fingers abandon the stick shift to grab Jimmy's hand. When he flips it palm up, they're both relieved to see the pentagram points have disappeared.

"So, you're not a werewolf?"

"Guess not," Jimmy shrugs, eyes fixed on their hands until Bo lets go. "I think we - I think my sister broke the curse."

"Curse, right."

"Yup."

"Oh - well, that's a good thing I guess."

They talk a little about everything that's happened - from what Bo missed in the mirrored halls of Tinsel after getting knocked out, to Jake's arrival on the scene at their house while Bo and the others had been taken to the hospital. Or the morgue. It's an stilted conversation of back and forth, filled with phrases like, "oh man, and when -" and, "shit, that was crazy," until Bo slaps the steering wheel and smiles.

"I'm glad we made it. I'm glad you -"

"Yeah, me too." For a few minutes, Jimmy didn't think....

But they survived and Jimmy smiles involuntarily, surprised when Bo looks over with a soft eyes and a smirk.

This is a different version of Bo that Jimmy's never gotten to see. No longer his nemesis, but finally the good guy who'd been lurking beneath the patina of high school popularity. Bo's listening, grinning like they've been hanging out since second grade when girls were still "icky" and didn't come between best buds. Like there's a better history between them.

"Man, about earlier -" Keeping his eyes on the road, Bo speaks quietly, such a contrast to the brash guy Jimmy's used to.

"You don't need to -"

"But I feel bad, you know?"

"Seriously, don't."

Jimmy's not sure he wants Bo to bury this under apologies and nonchalance. This is very chalance, if there is such a concept. What ought to be buried are the bitter words and cut-downs that made up their language before tonight. Because if accidentally getting bitten by a werewolf and living to tell the tale can't show how worthless high school drama is by comparison, then nothing will.

"I mean, it's okay."

Bo seems to think about it for a minute, dark eyes following the illuminated curves of the road.

"Really?"

"Yeah, I -"

Under the full moon, Jimmy feels something shift within him. Not the wrenching and twisting of his bones trying to reshape and break out of his skin. More like his brain and yeah, his heart, rearranging to construct something with the pieces they've been given. A piece for the way Jimmy can't forget how close Bo was earlier on the porch, about to kiss him. The way Jimmy wanted, but couldn't. And the way Bo's looking at him now. The same something that shifts is what sparked and rose on the wrestling mats days ago at school, heat fanning between them.

Bo knows everything Jimmy's gone through tonight - went through enough on his own, too. Coming out, getting chased down by a suddenly lycanthropic Golden Retriever, and getting the crap kicked out of him when he was good enough to go with Jimmy to Tinsel to warn Ellie. Jimmy's not sure what Bo found the scariest out of those. And he's scared now, but it's nothing like the fear he's felt since first finding the pentagram on his palm. Then it was apprehension. Now it's anticipation.

As Bo turns onto his street, Jimmy takes Bo's hand as the car slows, nervously rubbing their fingers together over the gearshift. Bo looks at him, then tightens his grip.

It's already been the craziest night of Jimmy's life, and he's all for taking one more crazy chance.

And when Bo pulls up to his house and asks if he can kiss him, Jimmy says yes.

FIN.


I apologize for the untidiness of this, but it was one of those things my brain TOLD me to write, and it wouldn't let me rest until I did.