Date: Thu, 8 Apr 2004 17:15:09 +0100
From: Drew Hunt <drew.hunt@blueyonder.co.uk>
Subject: The House On The Hill 8

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Dear readers, I have learned, much to my distress, that an illegal copy of
this story had been placed on a news group.  Although I did manage to get
it removed, it is sad that a small number of people think it necessary to
steal my work, remove my name from it, and post it elsewhere.

This chapter is the one you've all been patiently (or not so patiently)
waiting for.

Chapter 8

Days passed, eventually turning into weeks.  Carl finished his work
installing the new kitchen at the Blake house, and began his job at the
building site at the other end of the county.  He would often not get back
to Greenville till past 7 pm.  Knowing that he probably wouldn't have the
energy to cook a decent meal, Robbie brushed aside Carl's admittedly weak
objections, and invited his friend to eat with him and Sarah every night.

"And bring your dirty washing too," Robbie told him.  "I'm sure you haven't
got the time to run it through the machine, much less iron it."

"I can't impose on you like that," Carl protested.  "You're doing so much
what with looking after Ben, feeding me and everything else."

"It was my idea," Sarah interjected.  "And you should know me by now, young
man, I don't take no for an answer.  Since Mrs Rowlands has started working
here, I've got plenty of time on my hands."

Carl knew when he was beaten.  "Okay, okay, I give up."

It was a Thursday night, and Carl had told his dining companions that he
wasn't working that weekend.

"Right, unless you've got something else planned, Car I want you to sleep
over tomorrow night.  We can sit round the pool and have a few drinks.
You've not been able to let your hair down since you started this job.  You
can stop for the whole weekend too if you've nothing else on."

"Oh, we've nothing on," Ben interjected before Carl could open his mouth.

"I really ought to clean the house, I haven't done any housework for ages."

"It'll keep," Robbie said, warming to his theme.  "You've been on the go
for the past couple of weeks.  You've got to have a weekend off you know."

Carl sighed, "Yeah okay, you're right."

"Good, that's all settled then," Robbie said rising from the table.
"Another excellent meal, Sarah, thank you."

During the past few weeks, Carl had been getting more and more disturbed by
his increased feelings towards his friend.  He was on the point of
rejecting the offer of spending the weekend at the house; he thought he
needed time alone to think about what was happening to him.  Though as
Robbie had pointed out, he'd have only occupied himself with the myriad
bits of housework back at home.

* * * * *

Robbie and Ben's relationship had continued to deepen, each had a good
understanding of where the other was coming from.  Ben had confided in
Robbie that he wasn't looking forward to starting at a new school.  Robbie
confessed that he'd had the same reaction when he moved to St Winifred's,
too.  The pair would often find themselves having deep and meaningful
discussions, bareing their souls to one another.

One day Robbie decided to take Ben into Manchester for the day.  During the
drive, Robbie found himself telling the quiet receptive and empathetic boy
sat next to him, all about his relationship with Patrick, and how it had
ended.  Robbie also spoke of how lonely being a gay man in a straight world
could be.  Ben had questioned his friend about why he hadn't told his
parents of his sexuality.  Robbie had admitted to being frightened of them
thinking less of him.  When Ben told Robbie that he thought more of him
because he had the courage to come out to him, Robbie had to stop the car
in order to wipe his eyes, and to give Ben a huge hug.  The two had been
en-route to the Lowry Centre in Salford at the time.  Robbie wanted to get
a few more pictures for the house, which he was steadily trying to shape
into his own, rather than his ancestor's ideas of how a home should be
furnished.  The two ended up only spending a couple of hours at the art
gallery.

Robbie had then suggested to his friend that they go and do some serious
damage to his credit card at the Trafford Shopping Centre.  "After all I
have to live up to the stereotypical image of gay men needing to satisfy
their inborn shopping compulsion, haven't I?"

* * * * *

Friday night soon rolled around.  Robbie and Ben, who had been in the study
mucking about on the computer, heard Carl 'beep beep' his horn, as he drew
up outside the house.  The two rushed enthusiastically into the hall to
greet their hero.

Carl soon came through the door, looking tired, but happy to be home.  He
gave Ben a hug, and then as had become their usual custom, Carl and Robbie
spent a few moments in close physical contact, too.

"Sarah's got some variety programme she didn't want to miss on the TV, I
offered to video it for her, but she always claims she can never work the
machine to play it back.  So it's just us three for dinner.  It's only a
casserole anyway," Robbie told his friend once they'd disengaged from their
hug.

"Okay, sounds great," Carl smiled.

Once in the kitchen, Robbie got out a few cans of Guinness.  "A beef
casserole is best eaten with this, I think," he said showing Carl the tins.
He brought out a can of pop for Ben, too.

"I've been looking forward to sinking a few cold ones all afternoon," Carl
admitted popping the top on one of the cans.  "Some of the lads on the site
go out on a Friday teatime for a few bevies, but I don't like drinking and
driving."

"Sounds sensible," Robbie said removing the casserole dish from the oven.

After ladling out the meal; Robbie handed round a basket of bread rolls to
mop up the thick onion gravy.

The three began to tuck in.  The only sounds that were to be heard were the
scraping of cutlery against plates, and the odd appreciative noise coming
from the diners.

For the past few weeks, Ben had been closely observing his male dining
companions.  Usually Sarah ate with them, but with her absence, Ben
wondered if he dare resolve something, which he knew needed to be brought
out into the open.  At every mealtime he'd seen his father steal glances
over at Robbie when he thought the latter wasn't looking.  Those glances,
Ben was as certain as he could be, spoke volumes.  He'd noticed that
whenever Robbie had looked up from his plate, his dad would drop his gaze.
Similarly when Robbie thought that Carl wasn't looking at him, he stole the
odd glance over at his friend, too.

"Not that hungry, son?" Carl saw that Ben had been pre-occupied, and hadn't
been eating with his usual gusto.

"Erm, no, not really," Ben said quietly, wondering if he dare put his plan
into effect.

"You feeling okay?"

Ben had a huge knot in his stomach, and was feeling decidedly queasy.  "I'm
okay, dad."

"I'll just stack the dishwasher, then we'll go and sit by the pool for a
bit," Robbie said standing up and collecting the plates.

As Robbie turned away from the table, Ben saw his dad look at Robbie again.
His eyes looked so soft and tender, it was exactly the sort of look he gave
to Ben whenever the two were sharing a private moment.

'I've got to do this for their sakes,' Ben told himself.

Everyone then retired to the pool room, Carl carrying a couple more cans of
Guinness.

For about ten minutes the two adults talked spasmodically; Ben kept seeing
more of those stolen glances.

At one point neither man had hold of his glass.  'This is it.'  Ben offered
up a quick prayer, then took his dad's left hand in his right; he reached
over and took Robbie's right hand in his left.  Ben then brought his two
hands towards one another, interlacing Robbie and Carl's fingers,
sandwiching the connection with his own hands on the outside.

Ben's heart was pounding in his chest, he could here the blood pumping in
his ears; clearing his throat, he began.  "Dad, Uncle Rob.  You're the two
people I love the most in the world.  Because of that, I can't sit by and
not say nothing.  Dad, I know that you really love Uncle Rob here, and I
don't mean as just a friend, either." He then turned to Robbie.  "I'm sorry
Uncle Rob, for breaking my word to you." Ben turned back to his father, who
wore an expression that he was unable to read.  "Dad, Uncle Rob loves you
so very much.  I'm as sure as I can be that you feel the same way about
him.  It's been breaking my heart to see you two walking on eggshells
around each other.  I'm going to go sit with Sarah for a little while now.
Please, please for my sake and your own, be honest.  Tell each other what
you really think about the person sat opposite you.  I love you both, and I
want you to be happy."

Ben removed his hands from Robbie and Carl's, and bolted from the room,
hoping he hadn't wrecked the trust that Robbie had placed in him.  He also
prayed that he hadn't ruined the friendship between his dad and Robbie.

"What's wrong, love?" Sarah said in surprise as Ben buried his
tear-streaked face in her lap.

He mumbled something into the folds of her dress.  She rubbed Ben's back
for a minute then said, "I didn't hear what you said, love."

"I think I might have done something really stupid," Ben said lifting up
his anguished face.  "I've told dad and Uncle Rob that they had to stop
pretending.  I told them that they had to tell each other the truth about
how they were in love with each other. And, and..." Ben dissolved into
tears.

"Oh it's alright, sweetheart.  Those two needed their heads banging
together.  It's as obvious as the nose on your face that those two are in
love.  I know that Robbie has been hung up on your dad for years, and I'd
bet the family silver that your dad feels the same way about Robbie, too."
Sarah then got out one of her infamous tablecloth-sized handkerchiefs and
wiped Ben's face.  "There, there, it's going to be alright."

"But I promised Uncle Rob that I wouldn't say anything about him being in
love with dad."

"Sometimes you have to break your word, because you know deep down inside
that it's for their own good that you're doing it." She continued to mop up
the boy's tears.  "Ben, this is one of those times when telling is a good
thing." Sarah took the distressed boy into her arms, cradling his head in
her ample bosom.

* * * * *

In the pool room, neither man moved, their hands lay on the table still
connected.

"Rob."

"Car."

The room fell into silence again.  Robbie had his eyes cast downwards,
closely scrutinising the wood grain pattern on the table.  He'd been both
praying for and dreading this moment for years.  His heart was pounding
heavily in his chest.  He wondered if he could pretend that what Ben had
just said wasn't true, then he realised that he just couldn't do it any
longer.  He loved the person holding his hand.  He'd loved him for years.
'No', Robbie realised he couldn't and wouldn't pretend, but could he make
that all-important declaration?

"Rob, I think, oh God, I don't mind admitting I'm scared to say this, but
what Ben said, it's been eating at me for a few weeks now." Carl couldn't
see Robbie's face, it was still cast downwards.  With his free hand, Carl
reached over the table and lifted Robbie's chin. Looking directly into his
friend's eyes, Carl saw fear and uncertainty; he also spotted deep
unashamed love, too.  Clearing his tightened throat, Carl took a huge leap
into the unknown.  "Rob, my Rob, I am, Rob I love you."

Robbie opened his mouth and issued the words he'd longed to say for more
than half his lifetime.  "Carl, I love you too." Robbie's emotions got the
better of him, and he began to weep softly.

Carl stood up from his chair, still holding onto Robbie's hand as he walked
around the table.  "Stand up please, Rob."

On hearing his friend's words Robbie immediately obeyed, but he still had
his head downcast.  He began to tremble.

Carl released his grip on Robbie's hand, and wrapped his arms around his
shaking friend.
 "Rob, please look at me," Carl whispered throatily.

Robbie lifted his head; Carl closed the distance between them, and treated
Robbie to a firm, masculine and very passionate kiss.

The kiss didn't last long, but it served to increase Robbie's tears.  They
had turned from distress to an overwhelming hope.  A hope that all this
wasn't just a dream.  A hope that Carl wouldn't be immediately revolted at
kissing a man.

The kiss had had a magical effect on Carl.  He hadn't kissed that many
people on the lips before.  He'd enjoyed kissing Maureen; those kisses had
been very pleasant, but the one he'd just shared with Robbie felt so much
better.  Robbie's lips weren't soft and yielding like those of his ex-wife.
They were firm, masculine, strong and just so overwhelmingly wonderful.
Swooping in for another kiss, Carl ran his tongue along Robbie's almost
closed lips.  Robbie opened up and Carl plunged his tongue inwards to taste
his friend.  Carls initial assessment of how good things had felt at a
closed mouth kiss, were blown out of the water by the sheer ecstasy he now
was experiencing.

Withdrawing Carl said, "Oh God, Rob, I didn't know, I didn't know how good
it would feel to kiss you."

"You liked it?" Robbie said quietly.  He still wouldn't allow himself to
believe that Carl was in love with him.  The events of the last few minutes
were still very jumbled in his mind.

"It was fantastic, Rob, you are fantastic." Carl cupped Robbie's face in
his hands and gazed deeply into his friend's face.  Of course he'd seen
Robbie's face thousands of times before, but this was the first time he'd
seen Robbie as his lover.  Carl had a momentary panic at the word, but he
suppressed it.  All the feelings that had been building up in his mind for
the past few weeks, were, he realised centred around the fact that he was
in love with this gentle, kind and loving man.

Robbie wanted so much to lean forward and kiss Carl, but he held back, he
knew that he'd have to tread very carefully not to freak him out.  Robbie
remembered the first few steps into gay love that he'd taken, he recalled
being scared out of his wits.  No, he'd go slowly, keeping things at a pace
that Carl felt comfortable.

Taking Robbie's hand, Carl lead his friend over to a two-seater bench.
Sitting down, Carl patted the wooden seat next to him.  Robbie sat down and
looked adoringly but slightly fearfully at Carl.

"What's wrong, Rob?" Carl had spotted the uncertainty in his lover's eyes.

"It's just that I'm having difficulty believing that it's all real at last.
Ever since I was thirteen I've longed for this moment."

"That long?  Honestly Rob, I'd no idea," Carl said incredulously.

"I know you didn't, and I couldn't have told you."

Carl was amazed.  "Why not?  You must have gone through hell!"

"Yes, I did.  Always being with you but not able to touch you.  Carl, if
I'd have come out to you and confessed my feelings back then, you'd have
either run off as fast as you could, you might have hit me or told everyone
in school that I was gay.  I couldn't take that risk."

"I'd have never hit you, love.  I could never do that."

"But our friendship would have been over, that's for certain."

"I don't know, I honestly can't answer that one." Then remembering
something, Carl asked, "That's why you broke off our friendship wasn't it?
Because I'd started seeing Maureen?"

Robbie nodded.  "God, Carl, it was bad enough being with you and not being
able to hold and kiss you.  Seeing someone else, a girl, do that to you,
when it was what I so desperately wanted to do. I couldn't cope with it, I
just couldn't." Robbie burst into tears again.

"Oh Rob.  My beautiful and precious Rob, I'm sorry, I had no idea.  No idea
at all."

"I know you didn't," Robbie said trying to stem the flow.  "I saw it as you
making your choice, you weren't gay like me, there was no hope of us ever
having anything together, so I did the only thing I could to save myself
from total destruction, I ended our friendship."

"It really hurt me, you know, when you did it."

"Yes, Car, I could see it in your eyes, but I didn't have a choice.  It was
becoming so difficult for me to hide my feelings towards you.  Whenever I
spotted you and Maureen together, I'd go in the opposite direction.  I had
to."

"Oh you poor, poor baby." Carl wrapped his strong arms around Robbie and
hugged him tightly as Robbie continued to leach out the many years of pent
up pain and anguish.

After some time Robbie quieted down.  Carl reached into his pocket and took
out a crumpled paper tissue and dabbed at Robbie's swollen eyes.  He then
leant down and kissed them gently.  "You'll be okay now, Rob.  You've got
it all out now."

"Yeah." Robbie admitted.  He had, but Carl's feelings towards him were
still a little ambiguous.  He thought he'd push just a little bit.  "Carl I
just feel so drained, I think I need an early night."

"Yes of course, love."

'Here goes,' Robbie thought.  "Carl, would you, please would you share my
bed with me?"

Carl honestly wasn't too sure about that.  Yes, he loved Robbie, he was
pretty certain that he was 'in love' with Robbie, but the emotional part of
it was very different from the physical part.

"Please, Car, I Just want you to hold me, nothing else," Robbie said,
fearing that he'd gone too far.

Sensing Robbie's need, Carl smiled.  "Yes, Rob, of course I will.  All this
is very new to me you know.  You'll have to take it slowly with me."

"I understand.  We'll go at whatever speed you need to.  The only thing
I'll ask of you is that you keep on telling me that you love me."

"Oh I do, Rob, my precious man.  Up until this evening I didn't know how
much I really did, but Rob I do love you very much."

"Thanks."

Robbie leant forward and kissed Carl.  The two then withdrew and smiled at
one another.

"I think we ought to go and tell Ben what's happening," Robbie said.
"Carl, you are one lucky bugger to have that kid.  I've never known any
twelve year old to be so kind and understanding."

"Oh believe me, I know how lucky I am.  And to think it was him who brought
us together.  God, I love that son of mine."

"Come on then, I think he said he had gone into Sarah's apartment."

The two stood up, Carl took Robbie's hand, smiled over at him and lead him
from the room.  Just before they entered Sarah's part of the house, Carl
made to let go of Robbie.

"It's okay, Car, Sarah's known that I've been in love with you for years."

"Okay, love." Carl regretted again the pain he must have caused to his
friend.  "Let's do it."

The two walked hand in hand through the door.

"And it's about bloody time you two woke up to the fact that you were made
for one another," Sarah said, seeing the happy couple.

"You've known I've loved this gorgeous hunk for years, Sarah."

Carl blushed.

"And you've been too frightened to say anything about it.  And as for you."
Sarah fixed her gaze on Carl.  "You hurt him," She pointed an accusing
finger at Carl, "And by God you'll know about it."

"It's still very early days for him, Sarah.  We're going to take things one
step at a time."

Ben, who had fallen asleep, his head resting against Sarah's side, woke up
then.  "Oh hi," He said shyly.

"Come here, you," Carl said letting go of Robbie's hand and opening up his
arms.  Ben walked towards his father, he wasn't really sure what kind of a
reaction he'd get.  As soon as he was standing in front of his dad, Carl
wrapped his arms around his son and picked him up.  "You knew didn't you,
little guy?  Thank you so much for speaking out, because I don't think I'd
ever have had the courage to do it."

"No, me neither." Robbie rubbed Ben's back.

"It's all going to be okay, then?" Ben asked.

"I hope so, squirt.  Me and your Uncle Rob are going to take things steady.
I've not ever fallen in love with a man before, it's all a bit frightening
really."

"I was so worried about saying something, but as I said to you, I just love
you both so much, I couldn't sit and watch you two pretending any longer."

Carl put his son back down on the ground and looked deep into his eyes.  "I
don't know where me and Rob's relationship will end up, but you will always
be my most special man."

"Oh, enough with all this sentimental clap trap, I'm missing my telly
programme," Sarah told the trio.  Everyone burst out laughing and left the
room.  Getting out her handkerchief, Sarah mopped up the copious tears that
had begun to fall.  "I hope they'll be happy together." Looking up at the
ceiling, "Lord, please watch over them."

* * * * *

The next morning Robbie began to wake slowly from what he thought had been
a really wonderful dream.  He'd dreamt that Carl had told him that he loved
him.  He'd also imagined the two going to bed together, Robbie falling
asleep loosely wrapped in Carl's wonderfully powerful arms.

Once his senses became more attuned, Robbie felt a second presence in the
bed.  Snapping open his eyes, Robbie stifled a gasp.  "It wasn't a dream,"
he said under his breath.

Robbie saw one of Carl's thickly muscled and tanned arms resting above the
duvet.  Carl's head lay on the pillow; the face was at peace, the lips
parted slightly, Carl's light snoring was the only thing to be heard in the
room.  Robbie had so missed sharing a bed with another man.  After
Patrick's death, he just couldn't face going through the possible pain of
loss again.  The other side of his bed had remained empty for six long,
lonely years.

Robbie looked down at the latent strength in Carl's body, and what a body.
The physical labour that was part and parcel of Carl's daily work had honed
the man into a wonderful specimen of male perfection.  Robbie wasn't
shallow enough to go for looks alone, though.  He appreciated Carl's
intelligence, his ready wit and the gentle and caring warm-hearted soul
that defined Carl.

Not wanting to wake his lover, Robbie softly stroked Carl's blonde curls.
Carl had said that he would need to visit the barber that weekend.  Robbie
really liked the longhaired look, but he realised that in the dusty
environments in which Carl often worked, shorter hair was easier to keep
clean.

Carl's breathing pattern began to change.  Robbie grew very fearful.  He'd
learnt from his gay friends that when a new and hitherto inexperienced bed
partner woke up, they sometimes regretted the fact that they had spent the
night with another man.  Robbie hoped desperately that Carl wouldn't have
such regrets, but the years of disappointment and loneliness had taken
their toll on his self-esteem.  Masking his fears as best he could, Robbie
saw Carl's eyes flit open.  Despite Robbie's efforts, Carl could see that
something was worrying his bedmate.  Carl's arm, which had been above the
covers reached over to Robbie's troubled face.  With a gentleness that
caused Robbie's heart to flutter, Carl's fingers lightly ran along Robbie's
cheek.

Carl's face broke out into a full smile.  "Good morning, my beautiful Rob,
did you sleep well?"

"It was the best night's sleep I've had in years," Robbie said, not able to
hide his relief.

"What's wrong?" Carl asked, seeing a solitary tear roll down Robbie's
cheek.

"I just. . . oh I. . . I thought you might have changed your mind about
me," Robbie said, fighting desperately not to cry.

"Hush, my precious one.  I don't regret a thing." Carl then reached his arm
around Robbie and pulled him into his chest.  He licked across Robbie's
lips, parting them.  Robbie sucked on Carl's tongue for a little while
before releasing it.

As they hugged, Robbie could hardly fail to notice that Carl was sporting a
hard-on. Just before they'd climbed into bed the previous night, Robbie had
told Carl that he normally slept naked, but he'd leave on his underwear if
it made Carl feel more comfortable.  Carl had seen how Robbie was trying to
make things as easy as he could for him, it only made him love Robbie all
the more for being so thoughtful.

"No mate, I always sleep in my birthday suit, too," he told his lover.

When Carl had disrobed, Robbie couldn't help gasp at how stunning his
friend was.  He'd seen Carl numerous times in a bathing suit.  Robbie had
also seen Carl totally naked in the changing rooms at school, but as Carl
stood there in the bedroom in all his naked magnificence, Robbie had to sit
on the edge of the bed because his legs were in danger of giving out.  Carl
was secretly pleased that his, to him, fairly average body could have such
an impact on another person.  Robbie had behaved himself however; and kept
to his promise that all they would do was sleep.

As the two lay still pressed together that morning, Carl's rigid manhood
pressing into Robbie's hip, Robbie asked, "Carl?  Could I, erm, could I
touch it?"

Carl had little difficulty in knowing to what his friend was referring.  He
smiled.  "Thought you'd never ask."

Robbie then pulled away slightly, looked at the impressive tool, as it
stood proud.  Carl rolled onto his back and pulled the duvet away to give
Robbie a better look.  Robbie reached out tentatively, just touching the
helmeted cock-head with his fingers.  Hearing a groan of pleasure issue
from Carl's throat, Robbie grew braver, and grasped the tool in his hand.
He then took a few test strokes.  As Carl didn't ask him to desist, Robbie
took a firmer grip, and rubbed the head with his thumb.  This caused Carl
to groan again.  Robbie re-positioned himself to get a more comfortable
angle, and began to wank off his partner.  Seeing Carl's balls start to
retract, Robbie moved his lips towards Carl's own lips to kiss him.  Robbie
didn't think that going down on Carl's dick would be a good idea so soon in
their relationship.

Three more strokes saw rope after rope of pearly white semen erupt from
Carl's tumescence.  Carl cried out his orgasmic joy into Robbie's mouth
that was still connected to his own. Since his wife's departure, Carl's
only sexual release had been through his own manual ministrations.  Carl
knew that this shared act of lovemaking was far more pleasurable than any
of those solo masturbation sessions had been.

Robbie stopped pumping, and withdrew his kiss.  "Okay, Car?"

It took Carl a few seconds to collect his thoughts.  "Oh God, Rob, that was
fantastic!" he beamed.  "Will you let me do you, too?"

"Only if you feel comfortable about doing it, Car.  I don't want to rush
you."

Carl could have wept for the restraint and patience that his lover was
showing to him.  He nodded.  "I want to do it to you.  I want to show you
how much I really do love you."

Robbie smiled, he'd hoped Carl would reciprocate, but he wouldn't have
brought up the subject.  Laying back onto the bed; Robbie felt Carl running
his fingertips along his admittedly not terribly well defined frame.
Though this didn't matter to Carl.  He was quickly growing to love the
person lying next to him.  Robbie thought he would explode in pleasure just
from the sensual caresses he was receiving to his body.  When Carl finally
reached Robbie's cock, which had been leaking copiously, it only took a
dozen firm strokes before he erupted, hurling his seed skywards, only to
fall back again on his chest.

At first Carl was disappointed that Robbie hadn't lasted longer, but then
he smiled, knowing that he'd had such a powerful effect on him.  "Was I any
good?" he asked once he saw that Robbie had returned back down to earth.

"Well," Robbie paused, "It wasn't bad for a first attempt." He smiled, and
then he couldn't help but laugh at Carl's consternation.

"You sod!" Carl said grabbing Robbie's arms.  He pulled himself on top of
Robbie, and sat on his stomach.  However, Carl was careful to keep most of
his weight on his spread knees.  holding Robbie's arms at the elbow, Carl
pressed them to the mattress.  "I was fucking brilliant," he glowered down
in mock anger.

"Oh, be gentle with me, Master," Robbie joked.  He looked up from his
supine position at Carl's defined torso, the chest glistening with the
semen that had pooled there following Carl's own ejaculation a few moments
earlier.  He groaned, "Jesus, Carl, you're a bloody stud."

Carl's expression softened.  "You're pretty wonderful yourself, too."

The pressing needs of their bladders became evident to both men, more or
less at the same time.  By some unspoken agreement, Carl shifted off
Robbie, moved to the edge of the bed, stood up and offered his hand to his
lover.  The two walked hand in hand to the en-suite bathroom.

* * * * *

In the kitchen, Sarah was making Ben's breakfast.

"Dad doesn't normally sleep in this late on a weekend," he said after
swallowing a mouthful of cereal.

"Well, this isn't any ordinary weekend, is it?" Sarah questioned.

Ben's face grew pensive.  "I hope they're okay," Ben said crossing his
fingers for luck.

"Don't worry.  Those two were destined for one another."

"Yeah, but dad, well he has never, erm, you know."

"A man might have some different body parts to a woman, but when you love
someone, like I know your dad loves Robbie, then things like that oughtn't
to matter."

"It's just I love them both so much, I wouldn't ever want to see them fall
out."

"Well, even the happiest of lovers argue now and again, you know.  So long
as they realise that they're best friends, and truly love their partner,
that should see them through any rough spots." Sarah wasn't sure why she
was spouting such words of wisdom; she'd never been married.

"Do you think I ought to take a pot of coffee up to them?"

"You only want to go and be nosy, don't you?"

Ben blushed, "Well, a bit."

"No, leave them to it.  Like men the world over, once their stomachs start
to rumble, they'll be down here wanting to be fed."

Ben finished eating his breakfast, he slowed down as much as he could, but
there was still no sign of the two men.

"Go and watch television or something, go on, get from under my feet,"
Sarah said when Ben had sat at the table for five minutes after he'd put
his plate in the dishwasher.

Ben slunk off to the library; he'd started one of Enid Blyton's 'Famous
Five' books.  Sitting in the Drawing room with the door open so he could
see if anyone passed by, he became absorbed in the book.

Hearing movement on the stairs, Ben looked up at the clock.  "Blimy, it's
after eleven!" He put the book down quickly and raced into the hall.  He
saw both Robbie and his dad coming down the hallway, heading towards the
kitchen.  They were smiling.

"Okay, Squirt, have you had your breakfast?"

"Yeah, hours ago," Ben told him.  He had a question on his lips, which must
have shown on his face.

"What's eating you?" Carl asked.

"You and Uncle Rob still okay then?"

"We are very okay." Robbie said moving towards him and treating him to a
hug.  "Thanks for all you did last evening, little fella."

"Well, as Sarah said, someone had to knock your heads together."

Carl and Robbie laughed.

"We didn't stand a chance with this match-maker around, did we?" Carl said
coming close to Robbie.  The two had agreed that it would be okay to kiss
one another in the house in front of Ben, but they'd save any stronger
emotions till they were alone.  Ben's eyes grew wide as he saw his dad kiss
Robbie on the lips.  He'd never seen two men kiss before.

"Well, it's what you wanted, wasn't it?" Carl said seeing the expression on
his son's face.

Ben grinned, "It's perfect, just perfect," he said treating both men to a
wide grin.

To be continued.