Date: Fri, 27 Feb 2004 21:35:28 +0100 From: Adrie van Dijk <ganymedes62@hotmail.com> Subject: Lashes of Love Chapter 5 The following story is in part fictional. It describes the relationship between a man and a teenage boy. Sex will only play a minor part in the story. The story is copyrighted, but free distribution in any form is allowed, as long as no changes are made. All the usual disclaimers apply. My thanks to those of you who have taken the time to e-mail me. Your often kind words add to my inspiration. Lashes of love Chapter 5. Routines and questions. The days were growing shorter and temperature had gone down considerably. Fall holidays had come and gone and now the Christmas season was almost upon us. Ramadan had also started and that meant I didn't see Nafut as often or as long as I normally would. There were still the afternoon visits, but those were short and the evening visits were suspended altogether. He didn't seem to suffer too much, but I did make sure that anything eatable was out of sight, whenever he was at the apartment. Two days before the end of Ramadam Nafut came by and I immediately knew there was something on his mind. "You know Willem, that after Ramadan we have a celebration called Eid al- Fitr, don't you?" "Yes, I've heard of it. It's not a big secret is it?" I tried to break the tension. "Well, my father told me to ask you if you would like to come and join us. You would have to dress up a bit and such, but there will be plenty to eat." Now this was a surprise I hadn't counted on. "Would you like me to come?" The beaming smile I got was all the answer I needed. It would be my first Eid al-Fitr. When I got there, I found the house packed. Halil was there too, so I got to meet his parents and smaller sisters. It was the first time I had been in the living room as previous visits had always been restricted to Nafut's room and the toilet. I think Nafut's mother thought I had been fasting too as she pushed me to try each and every dish that was served. By the end of the evening I had eaten so much that I barely managed to waddle back to my apartment. Later, during the Christmas holidays Nafut came over almost every day. I bought a racing wheel and he became quite adept at playing some of the more popular racing games. It amazed me how he could always make me smile and I loved the wonderful feelings his mere presence provided me. Then January came around, and Nafut's birthday. I knew I couldn't let the opportunity pass and had to come up with an acceptable present. I would have gotten him a whole new system, but in the end decided that a racing wheel, just like the one I had, would be better. When he came over the day before his birthday I handed him the wrapped box. "Happy 15th birthday, Nafut. I expect you'll be spending tomorrow with your family and friends, so I'll just give you your present now. You may not open it until tomorrow, though! Promise?" He blushed, smiled and then thanked me, and made the promise. A few minutes after midnight, my phone rang. "I could see the lights on, so I knew you were still up. Thank you very much for the present, it's wonderful. I'm not allowed on the computer now, but I'll connect it first thing in the morning. Thank you and I'm sorry for calling this late. Goodnight Willem!" He had hung up before I could get a word in. He had kept his promise, only opening his present after midnight. I just smiled and loved him for it. A few weeks later the bell rang on a Wednesday evening. When I had opened the door I was surprised to find Nafut coming up the stairs with his book bag. "Would you mind going over some homework with me, Willem? There's a new subject in economics class that I don't get and I also have an English test coming up." "Sure, no problem, but aren't you supposed to be at soccer practice?" "No, I quit the team." "Care to tell me why?" I asked, as we sat down on our usual places on the couch. "I just don't feel like playing anymore, the other boys are all acting stupid." I couldn't believe it. I knew full well that Nafut loved soccer and now here he was telling me that he had quit the team. When I tried to probe into the matter further it quickly became clear to me that he wasn't about to give out any further details. His seemingly sudden decision bothered me, but I just dropped the subject. There was homework to be done and my lovely Nafut needed my help. So that's what I did, and thought no more of it. A few weeks later the phone rang, and I picked it up. "Are you at home Willem?" Nafut's voice greeted me. "No, this is Willem's evil twin speaking. Willem has gone out to visit his parents. He will than visit a bar, drink himself into a stupor, and come home all drunk and useless." There was a silence, followed by an all too familiar chuckle. "OK, my uncle is here and would like to talk to you, could we come over now?" "Sure and remember that when you ask stupid questions you get stupid answers." "We'll be over shortly." A few minutes later Nafut came in with Gorzan, Halil's father, and I wondered what this unexpected visit was all about. It turned out that Gorzan was planning to surprise Halil on his birthday by giving him a new computer. Nafut had then taken it upon himself to convince him that giving me the job could be mutually beneficial. After thirty minutes of talking I had a new customer. We agreed that I would build the PC and pre- install everything that was needed, including some of Halil's favourite games. I would deliver and set up everything on the evening before the actual birthday. When I had gotten all the parts I needed, I called Nafut and he agreed to help me build and do some of the installing. After we had finished, I stopped Nafut as he was about to leave. "Wait a minute! You've done some work here that that I'm getting paid for! I don't think that's very fair, is it?" "What do you mean?" "Well, I think it would be only fair if I would pay you for the work you've done, don't you agree?" He just blushed and smiled, then stammered I was overpaying him, when I handed him 25 Euro. "Go on, take it, it's only half of what your uncle is paying me for putting the system together. Just promise me you won't tell anyone, or they'll all want to come work for me." His big familiar grin appeared and with a nod and chuckle he left. The scheme worked as Halil almost went berserk when I brought over and set up HIS new computer. When I left to go back to my apartment I knew I had gained a few friends. Nafut, from then on, regularly helped me out and it was great to see how quickly he picked up on certain things. Writing HTML was still a mystery to him, but he got quite proficient in creating website graphics. The day before I turned 39 Nafut came by and gave me, what I still consider to be the best birthday present I ever had, a bouquet of flowers. I had a hard time to keep from crying, but broke down just after he had left. I sat on the couch, watching the flowers in a vase on the table, and cried, feeling all happy and warm inside. In less then a year so much had happened. When would I ever be able to make love to him, the way I wanted to? I was happy with the friendship we had forged, but I was also a man of flesh and blood. Would I be able to tell him I loved him? His face appeared in my mind, his perfect lips, his nose, those wonderful dark eyes with these incredible lashes. I couldn't read the future. I could only let it happen.