Date: Fri, 13 Feb 2004 02:08:27 EST
From: RitchChristopher@cs.com
Subject: Hawthorne-Awakening-7

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                               Hawthorne Awakening

                                        by

                                Ritch Christopher


                                  Chapter Seven




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	After a full day of deliberating and debating the pros and cons of
beginning a relationship with Noah, Steve gave in to his new emotional
feelings and decided to go see Noah and hash out the situation. If Noah
wanted to have sex this time, Steve was ready to agree to Noah's
demands. If it was merely a quick physical romp, then that was okay. If it
involved feelings of love, Steve decided he was prepared to venture into
that spectrum as well.

	Steve went into his bathroom to shave, shower, and deodorize any
offensive body part. He paid special attention to his teeth and breath,
brushing, flossing, and swallowing a mouthful of Scope while he was
gargling.  He had a new shirt and jeans he had never worn and put them
on. Steve spent fifteen minutes combing every hair in place. He took one
final look in the mirror and thought he had never looked better or more
spruced up for any date he'd ever had with a female.On the way to Noah's
house, it occurred to him that he should bring Noah a gift. A guy didn't
present flowers or candy to another guy. There was no reason to buy an
article of clothing since the Carson boys were the best dressed in
Hawthorne.

	He looked at his wrist and noticed the 24 carat gold bracelet he'd
bought himself on a whim and decided that a personal gift of his own would
be the best gift for Noah. While waiting at a traffic light, Steve
unclasped the bracelet and put it in his shirt pocket. Nervewise, he was
jittery. He'd taken Noah on two outings the week before, but this was like
a real date. If Noah was willing, maybe they could go up to Sherman's Ridge
and park. That was the best make-out spot in the county.

	When Steve arrived at the Carson residence, neither the Carson
parents' nor Hal's cars were in sight. Steve's heart sank to the pit of his
stomach. Perhaps Noah wasn't at home as well. However, he parked his car,
got out, walked up the sidewalk and the steps to the house and knocked on
the door. No one answered. On his second attempt, Steve heard Noah call out
after the knock. "Just a minute."

	Noah was home and this gave Steve encouragement. It was nearly
three minutes before Noah opened the door.

	"Hi," Steve said warmly.

	"Steve!" Noah replied. "I...I'm so surprised to see you."

	"I was wondering if you'd like to go somewhere and talk about what
happened at the Motel 6?"

	"I...I would like to, Steve, only..."

	Steve could see movement down the hall behind Noah, standing in the
door.

	"Do you have company?"

	"Well, yes and no..."

	"Would you like me to come back later?"

	Steve could see that there WAS a person down the hall, a very
familiar person to Steve. He looked around Noah and said, "Wade? Is that
you?"

	Like a puppy who was about to be scolded for soiling a carpet, Wade
slowly came down the hall to see Steve. As soon as Wade came nearer, Steve
noticed half of Wade's shirttail hanging out of his trousers. His belt
buckle was not fully attached.

	"Hi, Steve," Wade said, rather embarrassed.

	"What's going on?" Steve asked.

	"I met Wade at Smiley's and we took a walk and came back here for a
Coke," Noah explained, badly.

	"Did...did you two...? Oh, my God, NO!" Steve shouted. "You two
went to bed together?"

	"Not exactly," Noah said.

	"But you DID have sex, didn't you?"

	Noah gave Steve a long look. "Yes, Steve, Wade and I did what I
tried to get you to do at Motel 6."

	"But why?"

	"There's no other way to put it, Steve. You had your chance."

	Steve was boiling mad. "FUCK YOU! FUCK THE BOTH OF YOU! YOU...YOU
FAGGOTS!"

	Steve ran down the steps by twos, got in his car and skidded away
in a huff.

	"Gosh!" Wade said, "do you think I should go home?"

	"Not now, Wade. Not now," Noah replied. "I still want to talk to
you about Chattanooga."

	Noah closed the door and took Wade back to his bedroom.


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	Seeing Noah with Wade enraged Steve as he jumped into his car and
sped away, leaving heavy tread marks from his tires.

	"GOD DAMN! What a fucking fool I made of myself!" Steve thought as
he pounded both fists on the steering wheel. "That goddamned little fucking
faggot! The little son-of-a-bitch! HE PUT THESE QUEER THOUGHTS INTO MY
HEAD! I OUGHTA GO BACK THERE AND BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF HIM AND WADE, BOTH!"

	Steve could not remember ever being this angry before...especially
since Noah had gotten the best of him. No one had ever done that...NOT TO
STEVE JARVIS AND LIVED TO GET AWAY WITH IT! His anger turned to tears. He
was not only furious with Noah, he was hurt, emotionally, for the first
time in his life. No girl, no time, for any reason had ever brought tears
to Steve's eyes. Sure, he'd hurt many girls and caused them to weep almost
to this side of suicide after he had jilted them from a one-night-stand,
but this time the tables had been turned. Noah had spurned his advances.

	There was no one that Steve could ever tell this to, not even
Hal...ESPECIALLY not Hal! Steve would be the laughing stock of
Hawthorne...for what? Not being able to have sex with a guy? God, this was
just too humiliating for anyone!

	Steve looked at his speedometer and he was going over 100 mph. He
realized he was in danger of hurting himself or some on-coming vehicle, so
he slowed down to 55 mph and decided to go home and open that full bottle
of Jack Daniels he was planning to give his dad for his birthday and get
drunk. That was his safest solution, Steve thought.

	Steve went home, opened the whiskey, and drowned his sorrow and
anger until he passed out. He slept the next day until noon, the sun
hurting his eyes. When he awoke, his anger had been replaced by the worst
headache of his life and the taste in his mouth resembled a pigsty at
worming time. His tongue felt as if it had replaced by a Kotex pad. It was
too soon to decide if his humiliation with Noah was worse than this
morning's after-effect.

	He stumbled when he got out of bed and staggered to his door to
make his way down the hall to the bathroom. His bladder was about to burst
and he felt an onslaught of diarrhea coming. He was almost to the bathroom
when he heard his mother, "Steve, is that you?"

	"Yes, Mom," he managed to say.

	"I didn't hear you come home. What time did you get in, dear?"

	'What day is it?', Hal thought. 'Had his mother known he was home
sleeping all day the day before? Or WAS it the day before or was it only
last night when had gone to Noah's house?' His drunken stupor had
disoriented him as to time, place, date...EVERYTHING.

	"I'm going to the bathroom, Mom."

	"Well, when you get finished, Wade is here to see you."

	'Wade? What was that fucking little traitor doing here to see me?'
Steve thought, making him angry again, momentarily. 'Oh fuck, am I sick!'

	Steve shut the bathroom door and just made it to the commode before
his loose bowels exploded. Usually a person can't pee and shit at the same
time, but Steve's was an unusual circumstance. He must've sat on the toilet
fifteen minutes emptying every toxin in his system.  He decided that a
shower would help ease his temporary dilemma. He turned on the cold tap,
but that was too brutal, quickly hitting the hot water faucet, letting the
rush of the water pound the top of his head and trickle down his body. He
wasn't sure how long he stayed under the shower, but it was long enough to
empty the hot water tank for soon the water became ice cold once again.

	He got out of the shower, dried off, and looked at his bedraggled
face in the mirror. His twenty-year-old face made him appear to be
thirty-five or forty. He decided to shave, brush his teeth, and comb his
hair, hoping against hope that the time he consumed in the bathroom would
discourage Wade and Wade would leave before he came out of the bathroom.

	The shower and grooming did make Steve feel a bit more human. He
wrapped a towel around his waist and went back to his bedroom to get
dressed. When he entered his bedroom, he was very surprised to see Wade
sitting on his bed.

	"Hi, Steve," Wade said, "your mom said it would be okay if I waited
for you in here."

	"I'm just a little surprised to see you, considering where and how
I saw you the last time."

	"That's why I'm here, Steve. I want to explain..."

	"Can it! You don't owe me any explanations. What you and Noah do is
YOUR business! It doesn't concern me!"

	"But it does, Steve. I mean, you and I have been friends
forever...or at least, I thought we were friends."

	"Friends don't do what you and Noah did to me!"

	"Steve, I didn't know...honestly. I was so embarrassed when you saw
us...it was as if my own mom had caught me doing the worst thing possible."

	"Was that what you were doing with Noah...the worst thing
possible?"

	"I guess you could say that."

	"You and Noah were having queer sex, weren't you?"

	"Well...yes," Wade replied, dropping his head, embarrassed.

	"How long you been queer, Wade?"

	"That was my first time...ever."

	"Well, I'm sure it won't be your last!"

	"It might be."

	"GO ON! Go ahead! You and Noah can suck and fuck each other from
now on...it won't bother me!"

	"Noah's gone, Steve..."

	"What?"

	"Yeah, he left this morning to get back to school early. He wanted
to get a head start on some English term paper or something he had to
write."

	"Well, why didn't you go with him and ride off into the sunset
together and live happily ever after?"

	"Steve, you know how strict my mother is with me. I...I could never
leave home. She'd hire a detective or something and find me. She's never
gonna let me leave Hawthorne...not as long as she's alive. I'm stuck here
the rest of my life, I guess."

	"So you were 'queen for a day', huh?"

	"I suppose."

	"Well, GOOD FOR YOU!" Steve snarled.

	"Steve..."

	"WHAT?"

	"Noah told me about your going to the Motel 6 to meet him."

	"Oh? What else did he tell you?"

	"He...he said he kissed you and you held him in bed."

	"Aw fuck! You're gonna believe what that faggot said?"

	"Maybe. I also wondered about the two of you going out alone last
weekend...and then, when you showed up at his house all spruced up...I
wasn't sure if you were there for the same reason I was."

	"Wade, you're talking nonsense! I didn't go over to Noah's to get
him to have sex. I'm straight and you damned well know it."

	"I thought I was too...until I went for a walk with Wade and later
went to his house before you showed up."

	"DID THE TWO OF YOU HAVE SEX?"

	"Yes. I already said that we did."

	"WELL? HOW WAS IT?"

	"I liked it, Steve."

	"It wasn't really sex...it was more like making love."

	"Oh, bullshit! How could you make love your first time?"

	"I don't know, but we did. We held each other and we kissed like a
boy and girl...and Steve, it was wonderful."

	"Well, bully for you!"

	"When you drove off so mad, Noah said that you left in a jealous
fit."

	"JEALOUS? ME? Don't kid yourself."

	"Steve...?"

	"What?"

	"Were you a bit jealous?"

	"I...I don't know!"

	"You love Noah, don't you?"

	"WADE! NO!"

	"I think you do."

	"I...I like him a lot."

	"Then, you're mad because I went to bed with him...and you didn't?"

	"Wade, I've got a headache! I'm sick at my stomach and I don't feel
like playing word games with you. So why don't you get up and go the fuck
home?"

	"Okay..." Wade stood up to leave. "But first, I want to find out
something."

	"What now?"

	"This!" Wade put his arms around Steve's neck and kissed him hard.

	Steve was shocked and angered as he tried to pull Wade's arms
loose, but Steve wouldn't budge, neither would he unlock his lips from
Steve's.

	Steve's pent up frustration got the best of him. If Wade wanted to
kiss him, he'd give Wade a response he would never forget. Steve suddenly
put his arms around Wade's back and pulled him close to his body. He
returned Wade's kiss by trying to pry Wade's lips open with his tongue. Wade received Steve's tongue and Steve's anger turn to passion. Steve began kissing him as if Wade was one of his many girl whores and slowly the two of them sank down to lay on the bed.

	The towel around Steve opened to reveal his huge erection. Wade
lowered his hand to grip it. They were breathing heavily when the kiss
finally ended.

	"Let me suck it, Steve, please."

	"I don't know about that, Wade."

	"Please...this one time."

	"Oh, goddammit! Go ahead!" Steve said, putting one arm across his
eyes to cover them as he rested his head on the bed.

	Nervously, Wade sank to his knees on the floor and positioned
himself between Steve's legs. He lowered his head and Steve could feel
Wade's warm breath on his penis before Wade took it into his mouth. Steve
had made or allowed hundreds of girls do this to him, but whether it was
his first time with a guy...or whether it was Wade, for some reason, as
soon as Wade closed his lips, Steve felt a chill throughout his body.

	"Oh, God, do it, Wade, please, do it."

	This was all the encouragement Wade needed. He proceeded to do
everything to Steve's organ that Noah had done to his last night. Wade had
both of his hands resting on Steve's muscular thighs and felt the muscles
tighten with each downward movement Wade's head made.

	With a girl, Steve could hold his orgasm for a half hour or more,
sometimes until the girl felt her jaw was locking...but the newness of a
guy sucking his cock...Wade...stimulating his organ brought him to a climax
in only a matter of a few minutes. Steve didn't warn Wade of his oncoming
ejaculation because Steve felt he could fight off the feeling and make it
last longer...but THIS TIME, he couldn't. He had no control over his
member. This premature action was almost cause for embarrassment for the
manly Steve, who had bragged so often of his masculine staying power to
Randy, Tyler, and also Wade.

	Wade didn't remove his mouth until he drank the last drop of
Steve's offering. He was almost afraid to stop, not knowing what mood Steve
would be in after climaxing. So he just stayed on his knees before Steve,
waiting for the response...a hit? A pat on the head? A kick? What? Wade was
a bit worried until Steve finally spoke.

	Steve removed his arm from his face, raised his head, and looked
down at the kneeling Wade.

	"Hey, buddy," Steve, said. "Come up here."

	Wade rose to his feet and lay across the bed next to Steve. Steve
reached for the back of Wade's neck and drew his head forward to meet
his. This time, it was Steve who kissed Wade, who inwardly sighed a huge
relief...but at the same time, Steve's kiss puzzled Wade, even more.

	Steve removed his lips from Wade's to say, "That was great, buddy."

	"You're not mad?"

	"Hell, no! It was wonderful. How long have you been doing this?"

	"I told you Noah was my first, day before yesterday."

	"You suck better than any girl in Hawthorne."

	"Thanks....I think..."

	"Aw, naw! I didn't mean it that way. I just never found anyone that
could get me off that quick before."

	"I wondered if I did it wrong."

	"Will you stop it? You were fantastic!"

	"Was I your first guy?"

	"You're the first guy who's ever sucked me off before, yes."

	"I'm glad."

	"You wanna know something else, little buddy?"

	"What?"

	"You're about to be the first guy I ever sucked off, too."

	"What?"

	"Shut up and take of your jeans before I change my mind."

	"But why?"

	"Shit, if you're brave enough to do that to me, I can't let you
show me up by being too chickenshit to try it. So take off your pants and
lie down!"

	"Yes sir!"

	Steve knelt and reciprocated Wade's oral action; only he wanted to
show Wade how proficient he was at oral sex when he went down on his
women. Steve engulfed Wade's scrotum and licked it for all it was worth, he
continued with Wade's inner thighs, his sphincter area, and finally, the
crack of Wade's ass before he focused on Wade's penis that caused Wade to
experience the biggest orgasm of his life.

	After Wade was completely drained, Steve returned to lie beside
Wade.

	"This isn't so bad!" Steve said. "I don't know what the fuck I was
so afraid of. Hell, we could've been doing this for a long time. I have to
admit, I kinda enjoyed it! It was different...only better."

	"You mean you might want to do this again...some other time?"

	"Oh, every weekend, for starters. Then we'll see where that leads."

	"Steve, I can't believe this is happening!"

	"How would you like to go out on a date with me? Maybe
Friday... AND Saturday?"

	"I'd love it...but won't Randy and Wade get suspicious?"

	"You mean, our two queer buddies?"

	"What do you mean?"

	"Shit, Wade, they've been doin' each other for years. Now the four
of us can double date!"

	"I don't understand."

	"You WILL. Say, are you in a hurry to get home?"

	"No."

	"Wanna go for a second round?"

	"Sure, Steve."

	"There's a few more things I might want to try with you."

	"I'm willing if you are."

	"Wade, you've got yourself a new best friend! Now, why don't you do
me first and I'll be thinking about what I want to do to you."

	Wade smiled big and got back on his knees....


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