Date: Sat, 1 Jun 2013 11:42:22 -0700
From: D_M <mcleodwrite@gmail.com>
Subject: Alex & Timmy, Ch 2

Alex & Timmy
Chapter 2

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"Wow, this is a lot really fast, isn't it, Timmy? You were crying a minute
ago, and I still don't have any idea how you're feeling. Now, looks like
we're roommates for awhile. That's even more big stuff. What can I do to
help you with anything at the moment, baby."

"You could make love to me, Alex," Tim replies, biting his lip as though
still afraid of my reply.

"Yea, you know, I could. Do you trust me, Tim? I mean, really, do you trust
me to make good decisions where you are concerned?"

"Yea..." he said, already assuming that something bad was going to happen.

"Then will you be willing to give me the time that I need to be okay with
being your lover?

You have had so many adults disappoint you and come up short in your eyes.
I do NOT want to be one of them. I want to make a partnership with you. We
just have to go slowly."

Timmy looks at me solemnly as I speak to him and then he hugs me and says,
"I love you, Alex. I know I'm still really young. I know you could lose
your job or even worse if anyone found out about us if we actually had sex.
I am not that selfish. It's gonna kill me because I want you so much. I
can't guarantee that I won't cum in my pants when you're kissing me... I'm
just sayin'."

I laugh and breathe in his incredible scent. "You know, buddy, I imagine
that we may both do a lot of that, won't we?"

Up until that moment, the tool between my legs has been quiet. As soon as
the mood lightens a little, I feel myself beginning to swell. Timmy feels
it, too.

"Alex?"

"Yea?"

"Are we allowed to touch each other through our clothes? I mean, while
we're kissing?"

Rather than speak, I take Timmy's tear stained face in my hands and kiss
him. I feel our hearts banging against our chests as our tongues dance and
tease one another. The kisses became more and more heated until I stand
before my dick explodes in my not-too-loose jeans.

I grab Timmy's hand, "Come with me." I lead him down the stairs and out my
back door into the yard. Ken's de-stressing method was to garden. The back
yard has a large koi pond with mossy rocks around the edges, a beautiful
tall river rock waterfall. Lily pads float gently on the pond surface and
the perimeter of the pond is surrounded by ferns and shaded plants.

There's a stone bench at the pond and just in front of it is a smaller
bench. I recall the hours I spent sitting on that low bench as Ken talked
to me, always with me facing ahead because it seemed easier to learn hard
lessons when I didn't have to look at him.

Timmy goes directly to the little bench. I sit behind him, lean forward and
wrap my arms around him. I breathe into his hair, willing us both to calm
down. Quietly, I talk about the Japanese Zen garden— the elements of water,
moss, bushes and their role in meditation. I will my voice to be slow and
quiet. I feel my heart in my throat and have to continually remember to
breathe lest I let anxiety or fear of the unknown grab us.

We are quiet until the sun sets. Timmy shivers and I tighten my hold on
him. I feel my body tighten and don't believe I'll be able to keep sane. I
want him so badly. I imagine his naked body. I can feel the texture of his
tight balls, hot, in my hand. I hold him harder. What the hell am I to
do? *What
is the right thing?* I silently scream to myself. *If I leave him, that's
another adult abandoning him. If I do not leave him, we could both be in
huge trouble. I wish we could run away....*I think the thought and then
realize that escape might have merit. *But, how? Where? Could we pull it
off?*

I tighten my hold on Timmy again and he squeaks, "Alex, I can't breathe."

"Ah shit, I'm so sorry!" I jump up and he stands, turns to face me and
said, "Alex, you're crying! What's wrong?"

"Huh? Wha...?" I feel my face and damned if it isn't wet. My shirt, too.
I've been so lost in my head that I don't realize my body is reacting to my
turmoil.

I pull him to me, "I'm so sorry, kiddo, I'm trying to think a way through
this situation that gets us safe beyond the walls of this garden. I didn't
mean to scare you, Timmy. Let's get inside. It's a little chilly and you
need to get warm. Are you hungry?"

"Yea, I could eat. Do you have food here? I don't know about going out
right now."

We make our way back inside. I grab eggs, bacon, spinach, some chicken
breast I'd made earlier in the week, an avocado, and made a big omelette.
Timmy downs a large glass of milk, some fruit, and then I serve him a big
slab of chocolate cake. "Where'd you buy this cake? This is amazing!" He
says as he eyes the cake on the counter.

"Well, thank you, that is most kind, and yes, of course, eat some more."

"What do you mean, did YOU make it?"

I screw up my face, going for my most highly aggrieved expression and said,
"Why, real men can't bake? Yes, I did. I also make pies, tortes,
cheesecakes, all manner of turnovers, popovers, recipes that call for
phyllo dough, blintzes...."

"When did you learn to do all of that?"

"Ken taught me."

"Ken Riley, who owned this house? Who was the P.O.? Wow, you dudes sure
have a lot of hidden talents."

"Yea, Timmy, when I was just about our age, and came under Ken's
supervision, he'd bring a bunch of us here on the weekends if we'd managed
to keep out of trouble during the week. He made us learn to cook, not just
bake. I can make my way around the kitchen as a short order cook and I can
whip up a fancy brunch, lunch, or dinner, for two or two hundred. I just
ended up really loving to bake. It's funny because I don't really eat
sweets, but I just love to create desserts that look beautiful that that
make people smile."

Timmy finishes his second piece of cake and sighs deeply. He leans forward,
and shyly touches my face. I catch his hand and hold it against my scratchy
cheek. He asks quietly, "If you weren't a P.O., would you want to bake?"

Smiling into his gray eyes I respond, "If I could paint us a new life, I'd
find a great little town and buy a building on Main Street. I'd keep the
storefront for my bakery and rent the rest of the spaces to businesses, and
have housing on the floors above. I'd keep some spaces for artists, too,
really inexpensive studio space. I'd create a couple of rooms for recording
music. If the storefront is big enough, I'd want a coffee shop or small
restaurant, too. Then, you and I would figure out a way to move to this
fictional little town and we would start new lives and live happily ever
after. Leastwise, that's been my fantasy for the past year or so when I
dared imagine it."

Giving voice to that fantasy makes me shake. I jump up and start doing
dishes, berating myself for sharing that stuff with Tim.

"I'm so sorry, buddy, I shouldn't have said that. That's just a fantasy. I
know it can't happen, I don't want to confuse you." I mutter as I wash the
plates and wipe out the skillet.

I feel Tim's arms come round me and his cheek lay against my back.

"The fact that you HAVE that fantasy and that you've been thinking about me
makes me happier than I ever remember being, Alex. Please don't apologize
for telling me that. I can't even COUNT the times I've imagined you saving
me and us running away together. Can we PLEASE talk about that as a real
possibility? Maybe not running away under cover of darkness, but can't we
talk about our options, Alex? Please?"

He stands against me and I feel my skin warmed by him all along my
backside. I brace myself against the counter and will my belly to quit
quaking. I slowly turn, make sure the shutters are closed and hold him—far
enough from my face that I can look at him. He begins to speak and I said,
"Shhh, I just need to look at you for a few minutes without feeling worried
that you will catch me."

I touch his lips, play with his hair, run my hands down his shoulders,
arms, put my palms on his chest. I move my hands down his sides to his
hips, pull him closer, still staring into his face. I smile as I pull him
toward me, saying, "Yes, we will talk about options, Tim. But, first, I
need for you to tell me why you love me. And, what you hope will happen
between us. I'm so scared that you will get hurt, and I know that I can't
live with hurting you. I just feel that with the situation as it is with
your parents, they are damned hell bent to keep up appearances, the only
way that we could ever get you out from under them is by playing dirty like
they do. We'll have to come up with some way to blackmail your father, to
create a threat of scandal, proof of abuse, something like that. Then, we
can get you emancipated and be able to legally have your trust be put under
guardianship of a third party so that you would still have money for school
and care." I think for a moment about the irony of my soliloquy. Very close
to taking this nearly 15 year old boy to my bed and I'm talking about
blackmailing someone else?

"Can we go back in that little reading room? I like sitting on that chair
with you, okay?" I bring his face to mine and kissed him again, feeling the
passion and love rising in equal measure. Tim reaches between us and
strokes me through my jeans. It surprises me and my cock responds
immediately at his touch. I reach for his hand and bring it to my mouth,
kissing his palm again. "Not yet, Tim. Please be a little bit patient. I
want you too, so much, but I really need to talk some more first. I love
you. I am willing to risk my life and my future for you. Just wait a little
while longer."

He smiles and nods, thankfully, and we head to the reading room. I sit,
stretch out my legs, and Tim moulds himself on top of me, lithe and
graceful. I reach for the blanket at the end of the chair, which is really
more of a double sized chair with deep, padded arms. Tim's long legs drape
over me and off the end of the chair. Our faces were so close. Kissing him
and making love to him would be so easy to do....and so hard to not do.

"Okay, now, talk to me. Tell me about this past year. Why did you wait so
long to tell me? When did you first know?"

He blushed a little bit and said, "First, it's my turn to say that I really
love you, Alex. I know I'm really young, and I've never even had a
boyfriend. But, I also know what I feel. I know what it feels like to love
someone and not be loved. And, now that I know how you feel, I think that I
have known for as long as you knew what it feels like to BE loved. Looking
back, there are so many things that you did that I couldn't explain any
other way than to conclude that you DID love me. I just didn't dare believe
it, because if it wasn't true, I'd have died.

Like, remember the day about a month after I got assigned to you, you were
off work after Ken died. I was so scared that you wouldn't come back. When
I saw you the week you returned, you had deep dark circles under your eyes
and I could tell how sad you still were. But, you came back for me, didn't
you? You came back to meet with me because I'd gotten in trouble for
lifting boards at the mall. I heard a discussion in the office while I was
waiting for you where another P.O. was talking to someone else and she
said, `He's not ready to be working. He hasn't eaten or slept in weeks,
But, I think he identifies with young Mr. Henner, so maybe helping that kid
will help him. We can hope.' That was true, wasn't it? You came back to
save my sorry butt, didn't you?"

I ached still from just remembering that time. "Yea, kiddo, that was true.
You really did bring me back to the world. I wasn't ready, but had you not
been around, I might not have ever come back. But, I did know you needed
me. And, damn, Tim, that was a close one. Keeping you out of juvie and your
dad out of jail that time were not easy tasks. So, I owe you a debt. But
please, now that you know you have my undivided attention, can you please
clean up your act? I really would prefer to not continually have to keep
your sorry butt out of trouble. Can my love be enough now? I know I am not
your parents, but can my love heal someplace inside of you like your love
helped me heal from losing my mentor and best friend?"

Tim looked at me, so serious. He asked, "Were you and Ken lovers, Alex?"
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