Date: Tue, 8 Nov 2005 09:27:49 +0000 (GMT)
From: Mike Arram <mikearram@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Chav Prince 9

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.


IX


Justin got the next issue of Hello and was disappointed, but he found the
photo in one of the gay magazines that Matt's agent sent round, a new celeb
glossy.  There he was with Nathan following Matt and Andy out of Poivre
Vert, grinning.  The caption identified them as unknown gay teen couple and
delicately implied that Matt and Andy were sleeping with them.
  'Bastards,' he said, going off the idea of celebrity.  Still, he and
Nathan did look hot.  He blew it up on Dave's colour copier and tacked it
to a board a workman had installed, along with lots of pictures of Nathan
that he'd begged from him.
  Nathan had gone home after Poivre Vert and their last sleep over, and
come out to his parents.  They had already made the correct deduction about
Justin, and they may not have been happy, but put no obstacles in the way
of further visits.  Yet, for all his brass neck Justin was reluctant to go
out to Harlesden Lodge.  Nathan had been depressed for days after the big
conversation, which was very unlike him.  Going to Winchmore Hill might
have been like intruding into private grief.  He put it off.  It had been a
week since he had seen his lover, though they talked frequently on the
mobile.  But today he would see him, as it was the day he did Matt's
garden.
  He'd got into a routine of sorts at Matt's house.  It was not a good
routine.  He got up late and showered.  He talked to Nathan on his mobile
and then played games or listened to music.  After the invariable first
cigarette in the garden, sometimes Justin wandered into the village.  If
Terry was around he sought him out, and they had long conversations, and
also shared a smoke.  Terry was fun and educational to talk to; they went
out for a drive sometimes.  Andy sometimes too chatted, and they began to
get easier with each other.  Justin recognised that the kindness was
genuine and appreciated it.
  Matt was a different case entirely.  If he was not at his offices in
Camden, Matt just ignored him or snapped at him about leaving the place a
mess.  There was a problem there, and Justin came to realise that it wasn't
him who had the problem.  Still, if he was kicked, he kicked back harder,
and Matt often came out of their skirmishes bruised and fuming.
  Mr Anderson arrived with Nathan, who mustered a big grin for his
boyfriend.  Justin had been waiting on the drive for twenty minutes, chain
smoking.
  Anderson looked startled.  'Justin?  Why are you here?'
  'I live here.  I've been fostered by Mr Peacher.'
  'Blimey!  That's a bit of luck for you son.  I'm delighted for you.
Really.'
  'Cheers.'  Justin had put on working gear, and overrode Nathan's
objections to gardening alongside him.  So they spent the morning
grasscutting, trimming and pruning.
  'I really missed this.  D'you think Mr Anderson would take me on again?
He won't have to pay me much.'
  Nathan smiled.  'Justy, it'd be an idea if you did get a job.  It must be
boring just idling round the house here.'
  'Oh ... mostly.  But the fights with Matt liven things up.  He's a push
over, and I got all day long to think up insults.'
  'It's his house Justy, you should back off.'
  'Nate, I don't start the rows.  Iss not in me nature to walk away from a
fight either.'
  'Animal.'
  'I'll bite your dick.'
  'Later,' they kissed long and hard, however.
  At lunchtime they raced into the house, threw off their boots and
galloped up the stairs, almost knocking Andy over.  'Sorry!'  'Scuse me!'
Later, lying naked together with the scent of their semen and mingled sweat
heavy in the air, while they were enjoying gentle moments of kissing and
stroking, Nathan asked dreamily, 'So why do you think Matt's got it in for
you so much?'
  'Jealous of me looks, y'think?'
  'Must be a reason.'
  'I dunno.  You're better with this sort of thing.  Can he be jealous?'
  'Who of?'  asked Nathan.
  'Well maybe he thinks I'm coming between him and Andy.'
  Nathan looked at him and shook his head.  'Nah.'
  'Maybe he fancies me and is high on sexual tension when I'm round him?'
  'That's your huge ego talking, Justy.'
  'Maybe he just got bumped into the arrangement by Andy and couldn't say
no?'
  Nathan looked as though he was in agreement with that suggestion, 'Maybe
that's it.  He's got a lovely home, a brilliant life and masses of cash and
his boyfriend drags this gutter kid with huge personal problems ...'
  '... and a perpetual hard on.'
  '... and a perpetual hard on -- and a gorgeous boyfriend of his own --
into it.  Stands to reason he'd be a bit pissed at you.  So what you going
to do about it?'
  'S not my problem!'  Justin looked astonished.
  Nathan grimaced.  'Look, Justy.  You didn't create it, but it is your
problem.  It's time to come to terms with other people than just me.  Throw
the bloke a line.  Help him come to terms with it.'
  'What ... be nice to him?'
  'No ... well, yeah.  That's part of it.  Try to teach him you're not just
a filing cabinet full of ASBOs and aggression.  There's a real Justin who's
brave, cool, loving and beautiful, hiding behind the Animal: the Justin I
love, and the Justin that Andy and Terry have recognised.  Stop running
from the fact you're a really brilliant human being, against all the odds.'
  Instead of continuing the repartee, Justin went quiet and pensive.
Nathan snuggled closer to him and waited patiently for a response.  Justin
played with his hair and kissed his head for a while.
  'Nathan?'
  'Justy?'
  'I'm not what you want me to be.  I really am not a brilliant human
being.  I'm selfish, foul-mouthed, arrogant, violent and deeply fucked up
by years of abuse.  People like me shouldn't even be allowed on the same
planet as someone like you, Nate.  I can't be trusted.  I'm not good, or
kind, and I've never done anything for anyone else in all my life.  About
the only thing to be said for me is that I can make you laugh.'
  'Even if all that is true, Justy, and I don't admit it for a moment, the
point is that unlike some people who've had your disadvantages, you do know
yourself.  Cos you do, you're changing.  You're changing so fast, I doubt
your mum would recognise you now.  You are brilliant, and I love you for
it.'
  They showered away the sweat of their coupling, and went back down to the
garden.  It was the afternoon for weeding, and Nathan was teaching Justin
what were weeds and what were not.  They were on their knees side by side.
After an hour, Justin said, 'I think I got an idea about Matt.'
  'Great.  What is it?'
  'I'll tell you again.'  They hung round waiting for Mr Anderson, and when
he came Justin begged straightfaced to be taken on again.  'Please, Mr
Anderson.  Don't tell me you don't need the help.  Nathan's often on his
own.  You don't even have to pay me.'
  Anderson looked thoughtful.  'Well, I won't say you're not a good worker,
Justin.  You're learning the essentials quickly too.  I can't take you on
permanent, but it is true that we're run off our feet at this time of year.
But only on a weekly basis, right?  And you're on basic.'
  'Legend.'  Nathan and he grinned at each other.
  'Seven thirty tomorrow in front of the house; you're doing the herb
garden at Ireton House down the road.'

Matt arrived back home just after Nathan had left and found Justin sitting
on the stairs waiting for him.  He put his briefcase down, looked the boy
over coolly and asked him pointedly if he'd had a productive day.
  Justin ignored the needle in the remark.  'I gotta job today.'
  Matt looked taken aback, 'Oh.  Er ... good.'
  'Yeah. Ol' Man Anderson wanted me back.  Good eh?'
  'Well, yes.  It's very good.'
  'Pleased with me?'
  'I wouldn't go quite so far.'
  'Wassa problem with me, Matt?'
  'How long have you got?  Smelly.  Horny.  Untidy.  In my house.'  Justin
mastered his first impulses, remembered how much he loved Nathan and asked
mildly,
  'Matt, iss not my fault that I'm here is it?  Anyways.  Could ya do me a
favour?'
  'What.'
  'Run me down the Seven Sisters Road.  I wanna see me mum.'
  'Can't Terry do it?'
  'He's out with Andy.'
  'How long will it take?'
  'Juss half an hour or so.'  Matt shrugged and got his car keys.  They sat
together in his powerful little Mercedes, and headed down Archway Road.
  'You got family, Matt?'
  'Mum and Dad, and a little brother, Carl ... the Olympic distance
swimmer.'
  'They must be proud of both of ya.'
  'So they say ... but we're proud of them right back.  They were brilliant
parents.'
  'I never knew me dad, in fact I doan' think me mum's quite sure which of
half a dozen blokes he was.'
  Matt looked uncomfortable, 'Oh ... really?'
  'First bloke I can remember in our flat was the first stepdad, black
bloke.  He liked shagging her in front of me, while I was playing with me
toys on the floor.  Said he got off on it.  He had to go, although not
before he'd broken one of me arms.  He got off on beating me up too.  He
was always sorry.  The second stepdad was a bit nicer ... least he had lots
of cash and made me mum happy.  That was the problem.  He got his thrills
screwing my little arse when I was nine and ten, but I couldn't say
anything cos I'd ave ruined things for mum.  So I took it up me arse most
nights and didn' say a word.  Didn't even mention the blood when I shit.
Now the third stepdad ...'
  Matt pulled into the kerb. 'Stop please, Justin.'
  'He was just a useless loser, nothing much shockin' there, part from
stealing me mum's cash and leaving us without any money for food.  Had to
beg outside a chippies when I was twelve or starve.'
  'Why are you telling me this?'
  'Thought we could become mates, like.  Tell us each other a few funny
stories.  Get to know each other, sort of thing.'
  'Is it all true?'
  'Iss in me file, just ask Tanya ... apart from the anal rape.  I was only
able to start talking about that with Nathan.  Hey ... and I talked to you
about it, I must be cured, don't you think?'
  'You're teaching me a lesson aren't you?'
  'What, a thick useless layabout like me, teach a brilliant god like you
anything?'
  Matt looked sheepish.  'It's worked.  I apologise.'
  Justin gave Matt an odd look.  'I didn't want you to apologise about
anything, Matt.  I juss wanted you to know how much crap I've had to tunnel
through to get this far.  I still live in a dark place, Matt.  What
Nathan's teaching me is that there is light and air outside, and I might
get there one day with him.  His love is what's pulling me out.  If there's
anyone you should apologise to, it's that boy.  He knows how hard a job I
am.  He needs your help.'
  'Do you still want me to take you to your mum's.'
  'That's where we were goin' wannit?'
  They drove off in silence, and Justin directed Matt to what he said was a
reasonably safe area to park.  'Want me to come with you?'
  'Yes please.'  It was not what Matt was expecting.  Justin's mother
looked reasonably respectable and the small flat was tidy.  The television
was turned off when he came in.  She looked worriedly at her son; she was a
small woman in her mid thirties, smaller than Justin, but as dark of hair
and pale of skin as he was.
  'Has he been good?' she asked anxiously.
  Matt was obviously regarded by her as an authority figure, along with the
social workers and police that Justin had also brought into the house.
'He's doing well, Mrs Macavoy.  He's got a job off his own bat, and isn't
causing any problems.  He also has a nice boyfriend ...'
  'I never knew he was gay.  He hung round girls so much and there was that
Jade girl who said he got her pregnant.  So she was lying ... the little
bitch.'  There was a red spot on her pale cheeks as she defended her son.
'I knew he didn't.  He was a good boy at home.  It was those friends of
his, talking him out of going to school and egging him on.'
  'If I could just get him to tidy the kitchen after he uses it ...' Matt
looked at Justin, and for the first time since he had fostered him into his
house, he smiled at him.  Justin smiled back, and Matt acknowledged to
himself at long last that there was more to Justin than just a lost
delinquent.  How else would a boy like Nathan have fallen for him?
  As they left the flat with plenty of assurances that they would make sure
that Justin would keep in touch, especially from abroad, Matt flipped his
mobile and had a muttered conversation.  Once in the car, they drove
straight down into town and Matt headed down to Knightsbridge.
  'Where we goin?'  Justin finally asked.
  'You need a haircut,' he said.
  'I do?'
  'A proper styling.  You've got fine thick hair and it's just growing
straight out of a crewcut, it's messy.'
  'You're big into hair, then?'
  'It's my weakness,' Matt grinned, 'as Andy will tell you.  Justin, I am
sorry.  All the bad temper has not been your fault.  It's Andy.  When he's
in crusade mode there's no stopping him.  He never really stopped to ask me
if I was ready for a big responsibility ... and you are a big
responsibility.  We have to house and feed you now for two years, and we
both travel round.  More than that, Andy's in the USA for two thirds of the
year, and it's me on which the whole thing will fall.  He can't take you
with him when he goes.  He says he asked me if it was alright, but he just
assumed it was.  But I promise I'll come to terms with it ... if you just
promise not to mess my house up.  OK?'
  'OK,' nodded Justin.
  'Now here we are at the best hairdressers in Europe, and you have an
appointment in five minutes.  I'm their favourite customer, so they could
fit you in.'
  Matt simply left his car outside, despite the yellow lines.  Justin
thought he was showing off and showing he could be a bad boy too.  The
stylist, in a converted bank, was large and busy.  There was a
receptionist, and as soon as Matt appeared, the owner and two acolytes
emerged and listened to his requirements.  They looked Justin over, pursed
their lips and got him into a chair.  He was uncomfortable.
  Half an hour later, he was released and looked gobsmacked at his
reflection in the sheet mirrors.  He looked like a male model: his hair now
curled in different places than before, and it looked unaccountably ...
right.  Now he had a styled fringe that made him look both boyish and
incredibly cool.  One of the acolytes was tutoring him in how to maintain
the look.  He was only half listening.  The other half of his mind had
fallen in love with his reflection.
  Matt walked him to a neighbouring late-opening designer clothes store,
and handed him over to the staff.  He was kitted out in leather and denim,
with great care and phenomenal expense.  Then Matt drove him to a
fashionable café bar full of good looking well-heeled people, and sat him
down behind a cappucino.
  'So OK, what does this prove?'  Justin asked.
  'Look in the mirror and what do you see?'
  'A very cool sixteen year old.'
  'And what are other people doing?'
  'They're staring at us.'
  'Why?'
  'Cos you're very beautiful.  They had posters of you all over that
barbers.'
  'Actually, it's you as much as me they're staring at, especially those
girls and boys over there, because you're beautiful too.  And now the big
question.  Do you feel any different from the Justin Macavoy who looked in
the mirror in your mum's flat two months ago?'
  'No, apart from the fact that I love Nathan.'
  'So the lesson is what, Justy?'
  'Dunno.  Well ... these people, they see the image you just created, not
the real me.  Is that what you mean?'
  'You could put it that way.  But you could also say that Justin Macavoy
was never more than a step away from the cool Justin sitting opposite me.
He just had to find out how to take the step.  And, yes, it's the love of
Nathan that was what did it.  When I saw you two emerge from the bathroom
in my house that afternoon hand in hand, I'd never seen a more gorgeous
sight in all my days.  You two were flushed and utterly besotted with each
other, I was dead envious.  You only ever get a few moments like that in
your life.  The point is, Justy, that the clothes and the stylists only
ever point out what's already there.  You are an amazing boy, and it's love
that's bringing that out.  Any chance you might give up smoking?'
  'Nah.'
  
  'Wow,' said Andy, 'I leave him with you for half an hour, Matt, and look
what you do to him!'
  'Justy,' said Terry, 'You're amazin'.  Like a boy-band star, not that you
weren't good lookin' before, but ... wow.  What a bit of money can do.'
  'Thass good, cos tonight I've got the toughest thing of all to do, I'm
goin' to meet the in-laws.  Can you run me there in the big car?'
  'What, no.  I don't do chauffeur 'cept for Andy.  But Jenna will, she's
even got the Peacher uniform.  I'll have the car round for you in ten.  Do
they know you're coming?'
  'Nate said iss supper in an hour, and, since he's making it, I'm welcome.
I'll take a bag.  I may stay over.'
  They all waved him off from the door.
  The big black limousine pulled up next to Nathan's parents' cars.  Jenna
had her orders from Terry and she hopped out and opened the door for
Justin.  The house door was already open, and the state arrival of Justin
Macavoy was witnessed with some amazement as much as amusement.
 'Gee Justy, when did you turn into a rock god?' and Nathan kissed him on
the cheek, as he held him round the waist.  Justin kissed him back with a
smile, catching the troubled looks on the faces of Nathan's father and
mother at these demonstrations of homosexual intimacy.  A cough at his
shoulder preceded a request from Jenna, who was hamming up the
subservience.
  'Shall I take your bag in, Master Justin?'
  Justin gave her a lopsided look, 'Thank you, Jenna.  That will be all.'

  There were handshakes all round in the hall.  Professor Underwood looked
his son's boyfriend over.  'Justin, when you said you were being fostered
in Highgate, I didn't quite realise either what sort of boy you were, or
who the fostering was being done by.'
   Mrs Underwood gave him a cool look.  'There's clearly a long story ahead
of us tonight.  Nathan said he would not tell us till he could tell us with
you.  But first, you two say you love each other?'
  The boys took each other's hands, almost as if looking for comfort, 'We
do,' said Nathan firmly.
  'You're neither of you adult yet.  How seriously do you expect us to take
this declaration?'
  'It's everything to us, Mrs Underwood,' said Justin.  'But I'm not going
to try to convince you.  You can believe us or not, but it's real alright.'
  'How far have you gone?' she asked.
  'All the way,' said Nathan, 'We've had full sex for several weeks now.'
  'You've been taking precautions, I hope?'
  'Yes.  We've not been reckless.'
  'Justin needs to be tested for venereal disease.'
  Justin gave her a cold look, 'You take it for granted that I was the one
who initiated the sex.'
  'As it happens, it was me,' said Nathan, cold in his turn.  'And we'll
both take the test.  I think, mum and dad, you'd better get used to the
idea that Justy and me are sexual partners, and that our relationship isn't
just going to go away.  I'm not a victim here, and Justy isn't exploiting
me and using me for his sexual satisfaction.  I'm as sure as I can be that
this is love between two men, and not infatuation.'
  His parents looked unhappy, and Justin had the grace to feel sorry for
them.  This was not the way that their golden boy had been supposed to turn
out.  First he wanted to be a gardener, and now it turns out he had formed
a homosexual attachment to a delinquent.
  They went into the meal, and Nathan sat him down between his parents
while he served.  Neither of them seemed to have much idea what to say to
Justin, despite being a professor and a QC.  He was unable to relieve their
embarrassment.  Eventually Nathan had brought everything in and invited
them to eat.  They ate in silence.  Occasionally one or other cleared their
throats, and heads looked up, but then went down to the food again.  Nathan
caught Justin's eye at one point and shrugged his shoulders.
  As they were finishing off his ale and beef pie, Nathan said
deliberately, 'You look great, babe, what did they do to you?'  The
endearment caused an appalled look to appear on Nathan's father's face, and
he dropped his fork on his plate.
  Justin smiled faintly and gave an edited version of his visit to his
mother and Matt's decision to accept him as a foster son. 'Point is, Matt
was fighting against it and went a bit over the top to prove the point that
he was sorry, so he makes me look like a male model.  We may 'ave to do
shoots together.'
  Nathan looked pleased, 'So you did sort that problem out, Justy.  I'm so
proud of you.  I knew you could do it.  You see, mum and dad, it's not been
easy for Justin to deal with Matt and the others, but he's come through
brilliantly.  He's shown his quality, and why I love him so much.'
  'Tell me how it was that you ended up in the care of one of the richest
men in the western world, Justin.'  Mrs Underwood asked.
  Between them Justin and Nathan told their story.  Of course they left a
lot of it out, but even so, it gripped the adults.  By the time they had
finished, the atmosphere had eased considerably.
  'I suppose you'll be sleeping together tonight?'  Professor Underwood
said.
  'Yes,' said his son, without any uncertainty.
  'Very well.  Then so be it.  We'll just have to get used to it.  Go to
bed boys, me and Mary will clear the plates.'
  'So that's it,' said Justin, as they lay together after a vigorous bout
of sex to celebrate their reunion, 'the in-laws are happy with me?'
  'I wouldn't go so far, but they're coming to terms with it.  God.  I love
your hair, Justy, and the gear and those boots, fantastic.  Think Matt will
take me shopping too?'
  'Nope, iss me who's his special friend,' said Justin, and laughed.