Date: Fri, 11 Nov 2005 11:10:46 +0000 (GMT)
From: Mike Arram <mikearram@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: chav prince 14

This is my fourth attempt at gay erotic fiction.  The earlier ones are 'The
Decent Inn' and 'Terry and the Peachers' which can be found in the Nifty
archive under the College section, and 'The Heart of Oskar Prinz' in
Beginnings.  The earlier ones provide the texture and back story to this
one, but it stands on its own.
  The story contains graphic depictions of sex between young males.  If the
reading or possessing of such material as this is illegal in your place of
residence please leave this site immediately and do not proceed further.
If you are under the legal age to read this, please do not do so.


XIV


A cloud settled over Highgate a few days later, after Will had left to
return to his home in Strelzen.  The interview happened and it was fun;
Nathan and Justin posed for a photographer in the designer lounges of
Matt's house and in the summer garden.  The only clothes they were talked
out of were their shoes and socks.  They even did a formal 'family
portrait' style shot with Matt and Andy.  Copies of the shots were all over
Justin's board.  But the day after the interview Nathan and Justin had
their first serious difference of opinion.
  It began with a kiss.  Justin did try to be good.  If he had to have an
early morning smoke, he hung out the window or slipped out into the garden,
but that day he had lit up in the bathroom, the only room without smoke
alarms, and when Nathan had come in behind him Justin had offered to kiss
him, but Nathan had automatically shied away.
  'Wha ...?'  Justin had felt a twinge of rejection and didn't like it.
  'You've been smoking in the house, oh Justin!' Nathan scolded.  Scolding
was not something he did in general, but he had been surprised into it.
  Justin kicked automatically into aggression, 'So!  If I wanna fag, I ave
a fag.  No skin off your nose.  Whatchu coming all heavy for?  You're not
me dad.  I never had a fuckin' dad!'
  Without any intention on his part, Justin's face twisted back into the
sneer not seen there for several months now.  His delicate good looks were
squeezed away by the grimace, and he no longer looked the pretty boy he
was.  Nathan recoiled, unable to say anything, but just staring.  With
Justin that was the worst thing to do.  His aggression had to be met and
subverted, as the more mature Matt and Andy had understood, but such
behaviour was alien to Nathan.
  'Why you lookin' at me like that?  You think you're too good for me doan'
you?  Iss not just the smoking.  All the time you're criticisin' me and
doin' me down!  I'll never be good enough for you, Lord fuckin' Underwood.
Get the fuck out of my life you superior git.'  He pushed past Nathan and
into their room, slamming the door behind him.
  And now they were in the kitchen, and not talking.  Nathan was
floundering, and indeed he had no idea what to say without making things
worse, so he looked woebegone.  Justin's anger was feeding on itself, and
he took Nathan's silence as a further accusation.  Matt came in, scented
the emotional storm, looked at the two boys and left without a word.  It
had to happen sooner or later, and they would have to sort it out.  It was
a silent couple that boarded the Andersons van.
  They spent the whole day doing no more than grunt at each other.  They
went their separate and miserable ways for lunch, and by then it was not
just Nathan who was desolate.  Justin's anger had boiled off into space and
he was depressed and guilty.  With guilt came further emotions, and for the
first time in his life he hinted to himself that he might just possibly
have a share in the blame for a situation.  Then he too became woebegone.
At three thirty he looked across at Nathan with a sad expression.  And that
was all Nathan needed, he leapt on Justin, hugging him frantically.  'I'm
so sorry, Justy.  I must be hard to live with.'
  'No iss not you,' came the smothered reply, 'iss me and me temper.  I'm
juss not good enough for you, Nate.  I try, but iss too hard.'
  'I know you try, Justy.  It's why you're such a hero to me.'
  'Wha' me?  A hero?  Come off it.'
  'Well yeah.  What you've done and how you've changed this year.  It is
seriously heroic.  And you're all I want and more. You're good enough for
me alright.  I love you.'
  'Oh God.  And I love you too, so much.  Thass it!  I'm givin' up them
smokes as of now.'
  'Eh!'  Nathan was impressed, but alarmed.  'You think you can?'
  'I gotta.  Iss bad for me health.  And you doan' like kissin' an ashtray
do yah?'
  'OK Justy.  But we'll take it easy OK?  Tell you what.  How about you
come to the gym with me this evening?  Exercise may help take your mind off
things.'
  Justin grinned, 'Done.'
  So they exercised on frames and running machines, sweat pouring off their
bodies, and since the changing room was empty they had daring sex standing
naked in the middle of the benches, the sex heightened by the imminent
possibility of discovery.  There was also the fact that it was their first
experience of the sweet sex that follows on from a lovers' reconciliation.
  'God.  That was better than ever!' Nathan groaned, after he unloaded in
Justin.  'I wanna faint.'
  'Don't take your stiffie outa me, iss all thass holdin' me upright.'
  'We've got to get dressed, someone could come in at any time.'
  'OK.  OK.  But iss late and the place is almost empty.  Do me again.'
  'No, you nutter.  You can do me when we get back home.'  It was all
Justin could do to stop himself dragging Nathan down any dark lane they
passed on the way home.  His passion for his lover amazed even him, and
when they were finally in bed and Justin was inside Nathan, smiling up at
him from their bed, he came almost immediately, in fountains.  'Ooh Justy!
You disappointed?'
  'No, embarrassed.  That was almost a premature ejaculation.  But hell,
I'm not deflatin'.  I'm ready to do it again.'  He came almost as copiously
twenty minutes later.  The two exhausted boys slumped and then slept, too
exhausted even to turn out the room lights.
  Justin woke and felt around for the fag packet on his sidetable.  Then he
remembered, he had thrown it off the Hornsey Viaduct ceremonially on the
way home from the gym.  He had a moment's reluctant regret, then he caught
Nathan's sleeping face and breathed out a sigh.  He would overcome it, yes
he would, for Nathan.
  Justin ate a big breakfast, which was unusual for him.  Nathan always ate
a big fry up, and he silently made another for Justin when he saw how
hungry he was.  'Do you think this is how your body is coping with
withdrawal symptoms from the nicotine.'
  Justin belched with no embarrassment at all, 'Scuse me. Yeah. Food takes
me mind off the craving.  But we better go and do something again tonight
so I can work off all the extra carbohydrates and then ... dunno, maybe we
could do some extra stuff in the shower, know what I mean?'
  'I remember someone telling me that if you could last out the week, you
gotta good chance of kicking the habit.'
  'Really?'
  'Yeah.  Also that withdrawal will make you crabby and horrible to
everyone round you.'
  'So how will you tell the difference?'
  'Don't be hard on yourself, Justy.  You're great to be with ... most of
the time.  You're gloriously mad and funny, and so sexy.  When you really
want it bad, you got this look in your eyes like there's a fire burning
behind them.  Gives me the chills.'
  'I doan' deserve you, Nate.  I really don't.'
  Another hard day's work helped, as did a swim in a local pool after work.
They had dinner at home with Matt and Andy.
  'So, what's up, Justy?' asked Andy 'There's something different about
you.  Something not hanging out the side of your mouth.'
  'I gave up the ciggies,' he said proudly.  'It's been twenty four hours
now ...'
  '... and counting,' smiled Nathan.
  'Yeah, I'm embracin' health and clean livin', and plenty of exercise'
  'Yes,' said Andy, 'me and Matt can hear you two working out sometimes.
It's impressive.'
  'Sorry to make you guys feel inadequate.'
  Matt guffawed, 'It's a phase, Justy.  We went through it, and it evens
out eventually.  But at the moment it's good that you can't get enough of
it.  And yes, it does make us feel inadequate ...'
  '... as did Pete and Tim in their turn,' Andy chipped in, 'God, were they
insatiable.  The bed had to be resprung in Annandale when they left for
university.  They couldn't get enough of each other.'
  'Yeah, so Pete said, no wonder they ...' Justin stopped and suddenly
flushed red.  Andy looked immediately suspicious.  His slip had been
noticed.
  'No wonder they ... what?  Justin!  Did they talk you into bed with them
on the Speculator?  Just the sort of thing Pete would do.'
  'Er ... no.'
  'What were you going to say?'
  'Nothing.  Honest.'
  'Who have they been sleeping with then ... oh no.  I bet I know ... Ramon
and Tim have a thing - I noticed - as do Pete and Terry for that matter.
They had a foursome didn't they?'
  Justin was bright red.  'Not saying.'
  'You don't have to.'  Andy looked at Matt.  'I could have guessed.  That
Terry should have known better, he's supposed to protect Pete, not shag his
brains out.  If my dad ever found out, not all that Terry has done for the
family would save his ass.'
  Justin was distraught.  His face was red and Nathan saw with some anxiety
that it was pinching into that dreadful grimace that went with an outburst,
and then he noticed something even worse, that tears were in the boy's eyes
too.
  'Andy,' he cut in, 'you won't tell on Justin, will you?  He didn't mean
to tell you anything and you tricked it out of him.  Please say you won't
tell.'
  Andy saw the tears in Justin's eyes and the fear in Nathan's, and was
moved.  'No I won't.  And you've done nothing wrong Justy.  It's not that I
didn't have suspicions ... Pete is as randy as a ferret on heat, and Tim is
so sex-obsessed he can be very dangerous.  As for Terry, well we all know
his history.  No I'll keep it to myself and hope they can keep out of each
other's pants.  If the press ever heard of it ... but at least Terry would
never let that happen, which I suppose was why Pete let it get so far with
him.'
  The boys left and Nathan looked at a silent Justin as they were climbing
the stairs.  He was furious again, and clearly furious with Nathan.
  'Waddya poke your nose in for!  I'm not a kid, Nate!  I doan' need you to
wipe my arse.  I coulda dealt with it.'
  Nathan's heart sank again, 'Sorry Justy, I didn't mean to ...'
  'You're always treatin' me like a kid.'
  Nathan's heart was wrung.  It hurt so much when they fell out, and he
still had no idea how to deal with Justin in a bad mood.  'No ... I didn't
mean anything like that.  It's just the look on your face, I felt so sorry
for you.  I just wanted to help, Justy!  Please.'
  Justin scowled at him and when the door had closed on them he said
curtly, 'You're on the sofa.'  And Nathan found he had no choice but to
curl up in his boxers pulling a throwover on top of himself while Justin
occupied the bed.  He was at last beginning to find that he could be
resentful, and he resented this treatment.  He drifted off in a haze of
hurt and confusion.
  He awoke an hour later to find a warm and naked body snuggled against
him, clasping him with its arms.  A kiss landed on his nose.  Justin
whispered in his ear.  'I knows yer awake, Nate.  I'm sorry.  I'm a cunt.
I doan' know why I treats you like I do.  Maybe it was watchin' all those
bastards treat me mam like shite over the years.  Maybe I doan' know any
better now, but I'm sorry.'
  Nathan was possessed by feelings strange to him till now.  He threw the
cover off them both, picked up Justin effortlessly and dumped him back on
the bed.  He ripped down his own boxers and forced back Justin's legs.  It
was more than passion he felt this time, it was anger too.  Without any
preparation he pushed his dry erection hard into Justin.  Justin arched
under him with the pain as Nathan's big and blunt cockhead forced aside the
lips of his anus.
  But Justin was urging him on.  'Yeah, thass right Nate, hurt me.  It
makes me feel better.  Hard.  Thass it.  Fuck me like the cunt I am!'
  And Nathan thrust into him brutally, tearing into his rectum: taking out
his own pain by punishing Justin's hole.  He spurted hard into the boy, and
fell on him.  Justin held him and stroked his hair, kissing his face.  'I
needed that,' he gasped.
  Nathan held him, wonderingly 'Why?'
  'Cos you treat me too nice, Nate.  You gotta fight me, or I'll just piss
on you.  I'm that sort of bloke.  You gotta learn or we won't last.  I feel
it.  I may still love you, but I'll lose respect for you.  Act like a
carpet and I'll walk all over you on the way to the door.'
  Nate rolled off his lover.  'I don't know if I can do that, Justy.  In my
world confrontation and argument means you've failed, it's a surrender to
the worst side of you.  I can't remember my parents arguing with real
anger.  I can't even remember them ever telling me off.  Argument is
painful.  It means hurting someone back, and I can't abide hurting anyone.'
  '... except greenfly.'
  'Greenfly are evil and must be exterminated, as also slugs.  But that's
not the same thing at all.  The idea of deliberately hurting you makes me
feel horrible.' Needing to clean himself up, he suddenly sat up and flicked
on a bedside light and he was horrified at what he saw. 'Look, I got blood
on my dick.  Your blood.  I've torn you.  Oh God.  This is awful.'
  Justin looked at him coolly.  'No iss not.  Happens a lot, we both know
it.  Between two lovers iss as common as a nosebleed or chapped lips.  I'll
wash me arse in cold water; it'll sting, go away and be forgotten, just
like our arguments will if you realise that the love underneath can't be
hurt.  You gotta grow up, Nate.  The world's not always nice, and you can't
make it nice juss by bein' so nice yourself.'
  Nathan got up and washed his genitals in the bathroom; Justin followed
him and asked him to look at his anus and wash it.  There was little damage
done, just a slight tear to his pucker.  Although it had bled, it was
already clotted and ready to be washed clear.  Nathan knelt and kissed the
damage he had done to his lover, and then worshipped his small and smooth
buttocks, with licks and kisses.  Justin stood and enjoyed the attention,
smiling into the mirror.  They eventually embraced and returned to bed,
sleeping in one another's arms till the alarm woke them.
  On their way to work the next morning, Nathan hopped out of Anderson's
van and picked up a copy of Gay Universe from a newsagent.  The lady at the
counter gave him a warm smile. 'Sorry, love.  I've not got a bag to put it
in, will it be alright to carry it like that?'
  Nathan smiled back, 'It's OK ... glad to be gay.'
  'Bad news for the girls, dear,' she added.  Mr Anderson saw the magazine
and did a double take, then he gave the boys a really close look.  They
smiled back at him and snuggled together in the back of the van.  He
shrugged.
  They weren't on the cover, but they had a three page spread inside.
There were lots of pictures, including a nice one of Justin and him on the
carpet leaning back against a sofa, barefoot, Justin clasped round the
waist by Nathan.  They looked really sweet.
  'Doan' we look sweet?' laughed Justin, 'just the sorta lads that any long
lost dad would be keen to meet.  Read out wha' they said about me and me
background.'
  Nathan read, 'Justin's mother died of cancer earlier this year, leaving
him a theoretical orphan.  But he knows the name of his father, a gay North
Londoner called Jack Whittaker, and he is very eager to trace him. "Not
that I intend leaving Matt and Andy's care," Justin said, "They've been
brilliant and I can't imagine my life without them.  They've taught me so
much about how to be a teenage gay and proud of it.  But knowing my father
may be out there somewhere, maybe still living in London, fascinates me.
I'd like to meet and talk at least, although I'm not looking for a
relationship unless he wants."'  Nathan laughed.  'They left out all the
"fuckings" you put in every third word, and it's grammatical now.'
  'Ha ha,' scoffed Justin, 'So now we'll see what happens.'