Date: Mon, 11 Sep 2006 10:24:19 +0100 (BST)
From: Mike Arram <mikearram@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: The Son of the Chav Prince - 3

Justin had only been home a week when Nathan began to notice something
different about him.  They had gone shopping at the Waitrose supermarket in
Ipswich, and as Nate was filling up their trolley with the junk food he
could not wean Justin away from, he saw his partner chatting and laughing
further up the aisle with a young mum.  Justy had picked up and was
cuddling a small boy who had fallen down and hurt himself while his mum was
tangled up with a demanding baby.  Nathan was struck by the tender
expression on his lover's face and the gentleness he was showing to the
child.  He had seen the tenderness there before as they hugged and stroked
in the afterglow of sex, but never in this sort of context.  The old Justin
had talked of kids as `brats', and scowled and more often than not swore at
the local boys who occasionally tried to use their car park for soccer.
  Nathan kept his eyes and ears open after that.  Justin was on his mobile
a lot, often talking to someone called Tanya.  Nate only knew one Tanya:
Justin's old case officer in Haringey Social Services when the two boys had
first met in their mid-teens.  Although Nate was not naturally nosy except
where his Justin was concerned, he began to harbour surprising suspicions.
Something was going on.  This Tanya ... was Justin looking for a surrogate
for them to have kids?  Why hadn't Justy discussed the idea with him first?
This was all too odd.
  One evening while they were lying together in front of the TV after a
particularly long phone call, Nathan broke his gaze from Hollyoaks long
enough to ask Justin gently, `So what was all that about, little mate?'
  `All what, Nate?'
  `The long phone call.'
  `Might have bin security stuff.'
  Nathan raised his eyebrows.  `It wasn't though, was it.'
  `Why do you need to know?'  There was no mistaking the rise in Justin's
voice.  He was now force 4 on the Surly Scale, and the glass was falling.
  After so many years with his fiery boyfriend, Nathan knew exactly what to
do.  He shrugged.  `I don't,' was all he said.
  As expected, after only five minutes of silence, Justin began his
explanation.  `OK, Nate me mate, it's like this.  It goes back to when I
was nearly killed by that maniac Anson.  I got off a lot more lightly than
poor Terry, but I knew I might well have died there.  You think a lot about
things after that happens to you.  It took a while to sink in, but y'know
what kept on coming back to me?'
  `What, Justy mine?'
  `I knocked up this girl when I was fifteen, or at least she said I did.
Just after that I was taken into care, and then I met you.  So I had a lot
of distractions to contend with.  I know she had a kid, but I never saw
him.  Now here I am, twenty-two, worth an amazing amount of money and
living the high life -- or at least some people would say so -- yet I have
a son who has no idea I'm his dad.  I doan feel proud of that.'
  `So you're back in touch with Tanya Thompson, and she's helping you find
the unknown Macavoy.'
  `I doan even know what surname he's carrying, Nate.  How sad is that?'
  `So what has Tanya found out?'
  `Not a lot, really.  As far as she can find out, Jade Gardiner has
disappeared from the face of the earth.  But, from the Whittington Hospital
records, she was able to tell me I may have a son called Damien, who is six
years old.'
  `Bloody hell!'

***

It was hot in the back lot of the garden centre that June afternoon, and
the sun beat down on Danny as he was watering the bedding plants.  He put
down the hose and stripped off his polo shirt, leaving himself in just
shorts and flip-flops.  He might not have had the sort of face that turned
heads, but there was no doubt about the beauty of his body, which was
well-proportioned with a sculpted abdomen.  His bum had already been
remarked upon by Nate and Justy as they watched him at work.  The fine
spray of the hose made his torso slick and wet.  He was a sight to turn any
gay's head.
  Danny in due course noticed that he was being watched, the way you almost
telepathically know you are.  He looked over his shoulder to see Gus
staring fixedly at him from amongst the display of garden gnomes.
  When he looked back as he started a new row of plants, Gus was still
staring at him.  It was beginning to creep him out.  The kid was seriously
weird.  Danny finished off the spraying, coiled the hose and retrieved his
top.  On his way inside again he passed Gus, who was now aimlessly
retrieving the small coins which kids persisted in throwing into the
central pool in the gnome display.
  `Can I help you in any way, Gus?'
  `Gussie,' he replied abstractedly.  `No, I'm very well, thank you.'
  `It's just that you seemed to be looking to say something to me.'
  `You were mistaken, I'm afraid.'
  Danny went in shaking his head.
  At lunch time, he and Gus were alone in the staffroom.  Danny had some
sandwiches and crisps his mum had provided, while Gus seemed to have no
food.  Danny offered him a sandwich, apologising that it was only peanut
butter.
  Gus looked startled for some reason, almost affected.  `You'd give me
your own lunch?'
  `It's only a sandwich ... I could stretch to a few crisps if you're
really hungry.'
  `Thank you.  It's very kind, but not at all necessary.  But I do
appreciate the gesture very much.'  He hesitated and then said in a rush,
`I think you are a very kind person.'
  Now it was Danny's turn to be startled.  `Er ... thanks,' was all he
could think of to say.
  Gus was clearly contemplating saying something else, but then looked
down.  His face was bright red, but not the red of anger that Danny had
first seen on it.
  Gus was a pale boy, rather taller than Danny, quite chunky in build but
not fat.  Some people would have found him good-looking, apart from his
perpetual air of puzzlement.  It was perhaps his wide blue eyes that made
him look dazed, as if someone had just smacked him on the back of the head
with a saucepan and he was looking around to see who had done it.
  Danny meditated on Gus while watching him surreptitiously over the top of
Justin's Sporting News.  The boy had gone off on one of his frequent
reveries.  Danny suspected he was seriously bright and highly intellectual.
That would account for some of the abstraction he displayed.  Gus was also
the youngest in a big family, and such children were often weird.  The
social hesitancy and disengagement, however, had to have deeper roots, and
Danny was beginning to think he knew what they might be.  When Gus's eyes
refocussed on him and a shy smile greeted his gaze, he was pretty certain
Gus had some sort of crush on him -- but was Gus just desperate to find a
friend, or was he really gay?
  `Gus?' he finally asked.
  `Yes, Danny?'
  `This friend of yours, the one who called you Gussie and left to go to
another school.  Tell me about him.'
  Gus stared at him with his cold-fish look, which gradually dissolved into
sadness.  `His name was Christopher.  We were best friends from year 4, in
fact he was my only friend.  He was so funny.  He was the only boy who
could ever make me laugh.  We would spend all our time together, and then
in year 9 his parents transferred him to Oundle, to be nearer their new
home.'  Gus's look went from sad to despondent. `I cried at night for
weeks, I missed him so much.  I didn't have any other friend.  People think
I'm a bit odd, y'know.'
  `I'd never have guessed.'
  `It is, however, true.'
  Danny thought how to get closer to what made this weirdo tick.  `So, er,
do you keep in touch, e-mail and stuff?'
  `No.  We just lost contact.  There was talk of my spending the summer
with him and his family in the Maldives, but things got in the way and then
it was forgotten.  But I have his picture with me always.  Would you like
to see it?'
  `What?  Well, yes, I suppose so,'
  Gus handed him a snapshot from his wallet.  Danny was a little surprised.
He had expected another weirdo, but Christopher turned out to be a handsome
and cheeky- looking boy of thirteen or fourteen.  There was a touch of
Justin about his mischievous green eyes.
  `Very good looking,' Danny observed.
  `Yes, he is.  The most handsome boy I ever met, and he was such a friend
to me.  I loved him very much.'
  Danny was startled.  Did Gus mean what those words implied?
  `When you said "loved", did you mean that ...'
   Gus seemed unfazed by the implications of what he was saying.  `I mean
we were very close.  I think he loved me too.  We never did anything about
it, but yes, Danny.  I think we were attracted to each other physically.'
  `Are you gay, then?'
  `I think so.  When I saw you just now only in shorts, I couldn't help
noticing how perfect you are.  I'm sorry if that bothers you, but you are
beautiful, so it is your fault.'
  Hmm, though Danny.  Just like the upper classes to put the fault on
someone else because of the way he looked.
  Danny stared hard at this boy who had come out directly and told him that
he was homosexual and was attracted to him as well.
  Danny's own sexuality was a puzzle to him.  He certainly drew girls
effortlessly, but had never had the urge to do anything more with them than
chat and flirt.  He had been thinking for some time that he was missing
something, though as yet he had never felt any attraction to a particular
boy.  Now one had expressed an interest in him, which gave him an alarming
shiver, even though it was only Weird Gus.  The shiver was his first clue
that he could be reached sexually, and by Gus of all people!
  He shook his head.  `Does Nathan know?'
  `I don't think so.  You're the only person I've said it to.'
  `Well why me, mate?
  Gus hung his head a moment and then looked up.  `You make me feel the
same way as Christopher did, Danny.  I get the same thrill in my stomach
when I look at you.  And you are very nice.  Not everyone is as nice to me
as you are, especially my brothers.  Oh, it's alright.  I know you're not
gay.  I don't want you to be ... like that.  But I would like to be your
friend.  Can I be?'
  And Danny, looking into those wide, candid and innocent eyes, surprised
himself by smiling and saying he'd like that.  And as he gazed into Gus's
eyes, the shiver came again, and there was a stir in a region of his groin
that confirmed for Danny a suspicion about himself.

***

>From that day forward, the relationship between Gus and Danny changed in
quite a surprising way.  Gus remained hard work, but Danny finally realised
his frigid aloofness was simply shyness and his pedantic precision was the
consequence of a superb if disengaged mind.  Gus needed to have jokes
explained, and irony usually washed over him.  But he had a delightful
innocence and a total lack of side about him.  He could even be prodded
into merriment at times, though his abrupt laugh when he did get something
could be startling.
  They reached a milestone their second week when Danny asked Gus -- whom
he refused to call Gussie -- to take the bus with him to Ipswich on one of
their off days.
  Gus asked why.
  `It's called hanging.'
  `Hanging?'
  `You sort of hang around the shops and the malls.  You look at stuff and
meet people you know.'
  `But what do you do?'
  `Well ... nothing much.'
  `Do you buy anything?'
  `The odd tee-shirt and CD, usually.'
  `Is it a social thing then, Danny?'
  `Yes, Gus, it's a social thing.'
  `Then obviously it is important.  It may only be ritualistic, but you
cannot underestimate the importance of rituals in social bonding and
formation.'
  `You can enjoy it too if you really try.'  Danny laughed, and got a broad
if vague smile back from Gus.
  As they talked on the bus, it was Gus's total ingenuousness that took
Danny by surprise.  He thought he knew where it came from.  Education at
boarding schools and a childhood behind the walls of a stately home had
closeted a naturally solitary boy from the wider world, in which he was not
all that interested in any case.  But dealing with Gus was at times like
dealing with a visitor from another planet.
  `So do you watch much telly, Gus?'
  `TV?  Not really.  Not since I was little.'
  `Soaps?'
  `Pardon me?'
  `Soap operas.  Er ... long-running serials set in communities like the
East End of London or suburbs of Chester, with a range of character
interaction.'  Christ almighty, thought Danny to himself, I'm beginning to
sound like him.
  `No, no soaps.  There was a very good documentary I accidentally watched
last week on the formation of the Solar System.  The information was a
little outdated, but it was very well presented.
  `Great,' muttered Danny, still searching for common ground.  `How about
the films?'
  `Not really.  I can't find the enthusiasm to trail into the multiplex.'
  `Not even to see The Lord of the Rings trilogy?'
  `Yes, Justin admired it very much, I understand.  He said I should get
out and see it.  But I read the books instead.  I enjoyed the quality of
Tolkein's writing, though I found his realisation of female characters
rather ineffective.  It took a good deal of the interest out of it for me.'
  `Oh.  How do you get on with Justy?'
  `I find him very difficult to understand at times.'
  `I imagine he says the same about you.'  Danny caught himself.  That was
a bit insensitive, he thought.  But instead of annoyance in Gus's eyes he
saw puzzlement, which turned abruptly to merriment.  Gus's loud laugh
barked out, causing everyone on the bus to turn and stare at them.  The two
boys were still smiling at each other ten minutes later when they reached
the terminus and headed to the city malls and Tavern Street.
  It was a good day.  Somehow, having this lumbering innocent following him
around made Danny look at everything in a new way.  The world seemed fresh
and interesting.  Slowly but surely he realised that Gus was actually quite
full of fun in his ponderous way, and had very little sense of
self-consequence.  He seemed pompous only because of the precision of his
diction.
  Danny enjoyed himself explaining the current music scene to Gus, while
his friend listened earnestly and questioned him closely in his usual way.
Gus would never despair of the power of words to explain any concept.  It
was a little heroic.
  Afterwards they looked at clothes, and Danny made a few suggestions.  Gus
wore country casuals which he might have borrowed from his father's
wardrobe.  Danny forced him to buy some new tops and a couple of pairs of
cut jeans, and then obliged him change into them.  Danny felt a lot less
exposed to comment as the bus took them back home.