Date: Sat, 15 Nov 2003 05:49:22 -0800 (PST)
From: Ray Morales <fyiord@yahoo.com>
Subject: Heartache 13

This story continues where Heartache 12 left off in the story 'Heartache'
in /High School/.

Thank you for all the support via your emails. Really, thanks a million. I
would have stopped at Chapter One if it were not for your encouragements. I
know I could never have made it this far without your continuous support
and comments.  If you want to comment on this story just drop me an email
at fyiord@yahoo.com.

Note:

This story is fiction and is by no means depictive of the life of any
person, place or thing. It contains no penetrative sexual acts between
males YET and should only be read if it is legal to do so in your area.

Read at your own risk, okay. All names are made up and any similarities are
just dumb luck.

Heartache 12 By Fjord

"T..they know?" I asked, stammering like an idiot.

Jake didn't reply. We were looking at each other with my eyes opened wide.

"They know?" I asked him again, my voice quavering. He looked downwards and
nodded. I felt myself sinking into the bed in helplessness. I knew this was
gonna happen. I knew it. I watched the ceiling, which was painted light
blue like the whole fucking room, spinning. Shit.

"How...?" I asked Jake softly. He lifted his head and locked his eyes with
mine.

"It was when I thought you died that I just lost it. I screamed myself
hoarse saying 'I love you, Eric' again and again in front of them." That
wasn't too bad, I thought. We were best friends and that was nothing
between friends.

"And I rushed to you and kissed you..." Maybe they could be persuaded that
Jake was performing CPR, I thought in desperation. What Jake said after
that drove the final nail in our coffin.

"And kissed you again... God, I was such a fuck up...." Yep, no doubt about
it, we were both inside a very small coffin ready to be lowered six feet
into the cold hard ground. I closed my eyes and covered my face with my
hands.

"I'm sorry Eric. I really thought you were dead and I didn't care anymore
'bout what they thought."

I had to take a minute or two to think. Jake had outed us because he
thought that I was dead. It was my entire fault, not Jake's. If I only had
gone to sleep and not followed my fucking dick to Jake's house this would
never have happened. I wanted to scream but had just enough sense not to. I
wanted to scream my frustration out so badly but I know it was not gonna
help anyone.

"Don't freak out... please Eric. I need you now more than ever." It was the
wrong thing for him to say. I removed my hands off my face and glared at
him angrily.

"Don't freak out?" I asked him sarcastically. "That's easy for you to
say... Mister 'Don't freak out'... Don't freak out, Eric... everything's
gonna be okay, Eric..." I said to him mockingly. "Well fuck you Jake, if I
want to freak out, I will freak out whether you like it or not, you
freaking freak." I was freaking out, period. Panic had set in and I tried
to rein in its galloping horses but I also wanted to really let out my
frustration at someone. There was only one someone in that room. Jake. With
the state of mind I was in, it was more appropriate to call him poor
Jake. I wanted to strangle him but I also wanted to beat myself up for
causing all this to happen. It was my goddamn fault.

"Calm down man..." That was another wrong thing to say. Boy, Jake sure won
the jackpot of what-not-to-say-to-a-drowning-man.

"Calm down. Is that all you can say? Calm down. The only thing that's gonna
calm me down now is for this... this, to be just a bad dream. God!" Jake
looked real sad but I hadn't even begun to feel the tension inside me fade
away. Instead, it kept on tightening around me like a fishnet being pulled
eagerly by fishing trawler.

Jake brought the chair to the edge of the bed and sat down real close. He
took my hands and immediately his touch did what I couldn't do on my own. I
calmed down. But my eyes started to tear up. Jake's eyes were glistening
too.

"It's gonna be okay, Eric. You're gonna be okay." Jake said to me and then
embraced me. This time I got my arms around him and it felt good. I felt
much better.

"Thanks Jake." I sighed in gratefulness for his hug. "We should be okay, I
guess. We'll just have to face this together," I said as I held his body
tight.

"No, not together."

"What?" I said, confused, as I pushed him off me and looked at his sorry
face. "What do you mean by that? We have to face this together." Jake
looked at me with his sad eyes.

"They think it's just me." I just looked at him in a daze. I blinked a few
times, not believing what I just heard.

"They don't know about me?"

"You were supposed to be dead, remember. They were so stunned by my actions
that your Mom stopped screaming. Your Dad just stood there. They were so
shocked. It was my Mom who pulled me off you. She had to slap me back to my
senses." That was when I notice a slight bluish tinge just above his left
cheek bone. Mrs. A sure slapped him good, I thought.

I felt sorry for him but felt relieved at the same time. And then I felt
guilty for feeling relieved for not being outed. Poor Jake.

"How did my parents take it?"

"They were shocked. Who wouldn't be? I kissed you in front of them."

"What happened next?"

"My Mom dragged me out and left me outside. That was when Dr. Remus came in
and gave the good news."

"What did my Mom say?"

"When everybody had calmed down, your Mom embraced my Mom and told her
everything was going to be okay. God! My Mom was so embarrassed by me. She
couldn't even look at me. She started crying after that and kept saying
sorry to them for what I have done. It's all my fault. It was just so damn
confusing for everyone. I mean we were so happy you were okay but the shock
of seeing me kissing you was messing up everything." Jake started to sob as
he laid his head on the bed. I gently caressed his pretty blond hair.

"I'm gonna tell them the truth. You can't do this alone." I said firmly.

"No you can't." Jake mumbled through his sobs and lifted his head to look
at me.

"I'm not gonna let you face this alone, Jake." I said to him clearly.

"I'm not gonna be alone. You'll be there for me, I know, but you're gonna
be the straight one."

"Don't you think that's stupid, Jake? When we get together later on,
they're gonna know we lied. I don't want to do that, not to my parents nor
yours. No. I'm gonna tell them and that's final." Jake just stared at me as
my words sank into his brain.

"You're right. Shit, I'm such a stupid asshole. I can't even think
straight. Why do you even want me? I'm such an idiot." I tended to agree
with him on the idiot point but he was my lovable idiot. If there was a
bigger idiot it was somebody who slammed his head twice in a day and caused
another to become a blubbering idiot. God, what was I thinking going after
Jake after my Mom dropped me off? Aaaargh!

"Please don't be mad, Eric..."

"Why do you say that?" I was getting really irritated with Jake's whining.

"You look as if you're mad at me again." My facial expression showed my
frustration and Jake had misinterpreted it.

"I'm not mad at you, okay. I'm just thinking that I shouldn't have gone to
your house after Mom sent me home. If I had only gone straight to bed all
this shit wouldn't have happened." I said and then caught a small smile
from Jake.

"What?"

"Why did you?" Jake replied with a question.

"Go to your place?" I replied with another question.

"Yeah..."

"I wanted to see you..."

"You wanted to see me," Jake said and paused, "I like that... Eric Collins
the Iverson High School's most popular boy wanted to see me." I blushed.

"Yeah, and I failed in my mission. Instead I tried to dig a hole in your
kitchen floor..." We giggled but our hearts were heavy.

"God, how am I gonna tell my parents? Mom, Dad, I'm gay... Like they're
gonna believe me..." I said and we laughed nervously. It was like the calm
before the storm.

"You're really gonna tell them, huh? Please don't do it because of me..."
Jake was still resisting the idea.

"Jake, I told you. I'm not gonna lie to them and I'm not gonna let you face
this alone. Besides, they're probably thinking how crazy it was for you to
kiss me. I'm sure that was in their minds and most probably in your Mom's
too. If they know we're a couple then they would understand."

"My Mom said it was so disrespectful of me to do that in front of your
parents. She said that she was so ashamed of me. I'm not sure if she was
mad at me for kissing you or for being gay." I understood how embarrassing
it was for Mrs. A to see how her son took advantage of me while I was
unconscious in front of my parents. It was just such a fucked up situation
for anyone to take in. Nobody would have suspected that Jake was gay. I
didn't even know before last Friday night. It must have felt like a surreal
scene for Mrs. A and my parents to find out that Jake was gay and that I
was not dead at the same time. Shock and happiness happening at the same
time could mess up anybody's mind. It was just so fucked up.

"Since they left you with me here alone then they must've calmed down a
bit. They're okay with it, right? Otherwise, you won't be here." Jake
nodded.

"Yeah, thank God."

"What happened in the end?"

"Well, they, the three of them, asked me some questions and I told them
that I loved you and that you already knew but didn't mind still being my
best friend. I had to lie to them..."

"You were not lying. It's the truth, even if you were gay and I wasn't, I
would've still wanted you as my best friend."

"Whatever... I'm used to lying, you know me... Sad, don't you think?" Jake
looked forlorn as he watched his fingers intertwine with mine. I didn't
want to be reminded of what he meant.

"We still have to lie to them though." I said.

"So you agree not to come out to them?" Jake asked hopefully.

"No, I'm still coming out to them but we're not gonna say anything about
the sex stuff. I don't wanna say much on that. It's too personal. I don't
think they'll take it very well."

"There wasn't much to say in the firs... aaargh" I pinched his hand before
he could continue further.

"That hurts..."

"Yeah... just be glad your dick wasn't too near to my hands just now. Now,
help me get up. I need to get blood flowing to some parts of my body..."

Jake helped me to sit up on the edge of the bed. He managed to grab me
'unintentionally' in the crotch while doing so. I was naked inside the
hospital gown. Some blood did go to my crotch, I could tell. Jake just
grinned as I tried to hide my erection.

"Where're my clothes?" I asked as I looked around the room.

"Your Mom took them back home. She'll probably bring some nice clean
clothes for her pretty boy Eric."

"You still think I'm pretty?" I asked with feigned innocence.

"Yeah, you're sizzling hot..."

"I think you're hotter... I love sucking your tongue... One day I'm gonna
suck your dick." Jake went red and I chuckled.

The door opened with a creaking sound. That door needed some lubrication
oil for its hinges. My parents came in with Dr. Remus.

"Hah, I told you he was fine. You can take him now but I need the gown
back. On your way out, please sign those documents at the receptionist
counter." Dr. Remus said cheerfully and left us. My parents weren't looking
too happy but I can see them trying to form smiles on their faces. I was
gonna break their hearts a little when I tell them the truth about Jake and
me. Derek appeared suddenly behind them. He smiled sheepishly as I greeted
him by raising my eyebrows. No, I wasn't flirting.

"Hi, Mom, Dad..." I broke the uncomfortably tense air in the room that
Dr. Remus was oblivious to when he came in earlier.

"Oh, Eric..." Mom said and gave me a quick hug. "I am so happy you're
okay." She placed a fresh change of clothes for me on the bed. "These are
your clothes, Eric." She glanced at Jake and said, "Thanks, Jake, for
keeping him company." I thought of how proud I was of my parents. In a way,
they helped Jake and his family a lot by letting him stay with me instead
of rejecting him as the gay boy who molested their son on his death bed.

Jake just shrugged and looked downwards. My Dad went near Jake and put his
right around Jake and squeezed his left shoulder. With that understanding
gesture, Dad was my hero of the day.

"Have you told Eric yet, Jake?" Mom asked. "About what happened...?"
Apparently, Mom was still uncomfortable with the subject.

"Yes, Mrs. C." Jake replied softly.

"Good, then we have an understanding between us all. We promise to keep it
just between us..." Mom said to Jake. Derek was looking confused. Derek
didn't know yet. Jake continued looking down at the floor.

"I want to say something..." I began my confession and I saw Jake jerked
his head upwards to look towards me. His eyes were still asking me not to
say those four dirty words, 'I am gay too'. Mom and Dad looked at me
proudly. They were probably expecting me to say that Jake was still my best
friend and his alternative lifestyle would not change that. I started to
open my mouth to break their hearts when the creaking door creaked opened
again. Justine, my 'girlfriend' before Friday night happened, appeared at
the door. Well, she was still technically my girlfriend 'coz Jake was my
boyfriend. The small room was getting a bit crowded and I saw Derek quickly
stepping out.

"Eric! Oh my God... are you okay?" Justine said and went straight to my
side and hugged me. "Your Mom told me what happened." I looked at Justine
and saw this kind hearted girl that was blessed with such attractive
features. (No prizes for those who guessed that she was blond and slim and
had smooth creamy white skin. Wrong.) Her long black silky hair was
shoulder length and her eyes were really dark brown, almost black. Her cute
button nose and cherry red lips complemented her beautiful face. Just
looking at her made my heart lighter.

"We better leave you two for a few minutes," said Mom as she smiled at us
before she herded Dad and Jake out of the room. I glanced helplessly at
Jake but he didn't even look at me. He would be upset, very upset. He and I
know this was gonna happen sooner or later. We didn't really discuss about
my relationship with Justine yet because of all the other stuff that
happened. I didn't really have a plan on the Justine problem. I was going
to commit myself to having a long term relationship with Justine with the
option of marriage before Jake dropped the nuclear bomb last Friday
night. Justine flew out of my mind during the nuclear explosion. Now, she
was in front of me and I had to face the other reality that I had prepared
for myself in a world without Jake. I was fucked for sure.

"I'm okay Justine. The doctor said I could even go back to school
tomorrow." I said to Justine with a smile.

"I'm really glad, Eric. I heard you had a fall out with Jake yesterday
during lunch and when you didn't come to school today I wanted to find out
what happened. I called you after school and your Mom answered. She told me
you were here recovering from concussion."

"I'm okay. Just a slight concussion. Anyways, about the fight, Jake and I
worked it out eventually."

"I came a soon as I could. Did Jake punch you on the head during the
fight?" Justine asked with concern.

"No!" I said, looking at her in surprise. "Didn't my Mom tell you that I
fell on my head twice in one day?"

"No... sorry, I just kinda thought that... you know, with the fight and
all..." Justine looked embarrassed. Worry began to gnaw into my mind. If
Justine had thought of that, I was sure the whole school would have the
same idea. Jake was definitely stronger than me. Maybe, deep in the minds
of my parents and Jake's Mom that could have been the same thoughts. The
assumption that Justine made must have crossed their minds at least
once. If my parents knew about the fight Jake and I had, they would reach
the same conclusion. I realized that my mind was extrapolating the
possibilities again and stopped thinking before I blew fuses in my brain
circuits.

"No, it wasn't that kind of fight, Justine. Thanks for worrying, though." I
said with resignation. I couldn't stop the whole school thinking the
same. And then suddenly, Justine kissed me on the lips. I kissed back in
reflex. Her lips were soft and nice as I remembered. We had kissed before
during our dates. When I realized what I had done, I gave a glance to the
door and saw Derek looking at us through the glass window. He quickly
ducked but I knew he saw me kissing Justine. Things were getting more and
more complicated. I pushed Justine away gently,

"I have to change, Justine... do you mind?" I said as I grabbed the pile of
clothes on my bed.

"Can I watch?" Justine said seductively.

"No..." I said with a smile. "You don't want people to think that you're
that kind of girl, do you?" I raised my eyebrows suggestively.

"I don't care..." Justine stepped closer to me. Shit, this girl was raising
the stakes.

"Okay..." I said as I started to remove the hospital gown to call off her
bluff. Justine stood her ground. I had some difficulty untying the strings
at the back and Justine tried to 'help' but ended up with her arms around
my body hugging me close as she untied the gown. I didn't know what to
do. I was trapped. I just hoped my parents didn't come in or worse Jake.

"There, that's done..." Justine said after she finished untying the gown.

"Thanks..." I said uneasily. My dick was responding against my own will. My
teenage hormones were raging out of control.

"Do you want me to take the gown off you?" Justine asked softly close to my
ear that I almost dropped the gown and revealed my nakedness. Well, the
gown would probably end up hanging on my protruding hardness if I let it
go.

"No... Justine, please go okay... the nuclear submarine has just raised its
periscope, if you know what I mean..." I replied hurriedly. Justine just
laughed.

"Bye, Romeo..." Justine said as she looked at my tented gown.

"Bye, Juliet..." I replied in relief.

"I was not talking to you..." Justine said as she gave me a wicked glance,
walked out and closed the door behind her. She was a royal tease. I had to
smile. That girl had a wicked and clever brain. I liked Justine.

I dressed myself quickly, afraid that some more people would come in. I
arranged my hair with my fingers to look presentable. I was sure there was
some hair sticking out making me look like a recently awakened boy. Who the
fuck cared, I thought. Shit, I hope Jake don't get too upset with Justine
getting the top billing during the visitation hours. Anyway, he was the one
who said that I should be the straight one. I opened the door and it was
just my parents and Derek waiting for me outside.

"Where's Jake?" I asked, looking for him. I didn't see Justine either.

"Justine took him home. Jake said it would be too cramped in the car with
the three of you at the back." Mom answered. "Are you ready?"

"Yeah..." I said and looked directly at Derek. He smirked knowingly.

"Let's go then. I've already signed all the papers." Dad said.

All of us went home. I had a late supper. I was ravenous and ate almost all
of the leftovers. My parents never mentioned Jake's name during our
conversations. They were still in shock, I thought. Derek never stopped
smiling at me. I needed to talk to him and straighten things out. My baby
Jake shouldn't know about the kiss from him. Jake would kill me. Well,
maybe not, but I didn't need another issue to deal with.

After saying goodnight to my parents I went upstairs to sleep. Derek had
gone to bed earlier. I closed my bedroom door and finally, I let Jake enter
into my thoughts. I felt so useless. I didn't even stand up to my
parents. I used Justine's surprise visit to not to tell my parents that I
loved Jake. I didn't even think about Jake the whole way home and even
during my meal. I was thinking of Justine and the kiss. If I loved Jake,
then why was my stupid dick responding to her. Was I bisexual? Jake was
definitely bisexual. Otherwise, how would he be able to fuck Cynthia the
super slut? Gosh, why was I thinking about that all over again? I thought I
had dealt with everything that Jake had told me. It seemed I was wrong. I
tried to be strong but the tears just started pouring out of my eyes. I
needed Jake to hold me. I needed to hold him in my arms. I needed his lips
on my neck and his warm breath on my hair. I needed to run my fingers
through his soft blond hair. I needed to touch his soft red lips and caress
his smooth skin. I went to my window and opened the curtain to peek at
Jake's window. His room was dark.

"I need you, Jake." I whispered to myself. "I really need you now. I am so
messed up." But his room continued to be dark. I felt empty. My bed looked
so cold and unwelcoming. I remembered the day we made up and both of us
slept so close together and feeling each other's heart beat until they
seemed to beat as one. My heart yearned for that one moment when everything
was timeless. I had felt we could have stayed that way forever. Feeling so
cold and empty, I went to bed, hoping against hope that Jake would visit me
early morning tomorrow. That was all that I had, hope. I pushed Justine out
of my mind.

*******


I had a fitful sleep, waking up every hour just to see that Jake was not
there and to feel that deep pit of emptiness in my heart again. The alarm
clock showed four something AM. Jake was not coming, I thought. I decided
to go to him. I got up and went straight to the door. I opened it slightly
to confirm Derek wasn't lurking around. I went out quietly and closed the
door as noiselessly as I could. As my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I
walked slowly down the stairs and went to Jake's house. I managed to get in
as usual and ended up in front of Jake's bedroom door.

I opened it and saw Jake's sleeping figure on the bed. I almost screamed in
fright when the sleeping figure suddenly got up off the bed.

"Eric..." Jake whispered loudly as he switched on the bed side light.

"Shhh..." I replied as I went in and closed the door. I turned and went to
Jake's open arms willingly.

"Oh, Jake... I'm so sorry... I wanted to tell them but..."

"I know... Justine was there... I understand."

"There's more I want to tell you..."

"More?"

"Yeah... a lot more. I don't know how to begin."

"Forget it, babe... just gimme a hug. I missed you so much... I couldn't
sleep at all." So we embraced like there was tomorrow. Jake ended our
embrace but pulled me into his bed and we lay down close to each other just
like what I had wanted. I snuggled as close to him as possible and ended up
on top of him, kissing him all over. I was inhaling his scent and taking in
all that my senses could capture.

"I love you, Eric..." Jake said as we made eye contact with the tip of my
nose on his.

"I love you too, Jake... look into my eyes and tell me... am I getting
cross-eyed..." I said and Jake burst out giggling.

"Shhh..." I shushed him but he continued giggling and I joined in. I
clamped his mouth shut with my hand as Jake closed my mouth with his
hand. We continued to giggle in silence until our funny bones were out of
the funnies.

"I'm not gonna kiss you... your breath smells like shit..." Jake said
suddenly and I glared at him.

"I know but your breath smells like a homeless skunk...," was my reply.

"Hey, I didn't say I didn't wanna kiss you..."

"Whatever... but we're not kissing this morning... I just wanna hold
you..." I said as I snuggled close to him.

"I wanna kiss you..."

"No... kiss me later when you pretend to come up to wake me up for
school. We'll have time to brush our teeth..." I suggested. My head was on
his chest with my ear listening to his heart beating.

"I can't... I don't think your parents are ready for me to go to your
house..." Jake shot down my brilliant plan. I had to agree with Jake. I
wasn't really sure what my parent's thoughts were on my friendship with
Jake with the revelation of Jake being gay and in love with me. What I knew
for sure was that they did not hate Jake.

"Okay, after school then. We'll ask Derek to walk back home while we drive
out somewhere safe and have some fun..."

"Eric, you just had a double concussion. You need lots of rest... I don't
think your Mom will let you go to school today. She won't let you out of
the house." Jake was right. Mom would veto my decision to go to school. If
things looked okay, maybe, just maybe, she would let me go to school
tomorrow.

"Just get the assignments from my classes then..." I said in
resignation. The alarm clock showed that I had to go home very soon. "I
gotta go Jake..."

"I know... thanks for sneaking out and making me feel better. I love you,
Eric..." Jake tried so hard to hide his feelings but I knew he was gonna
cry after I left. I felt sadness creep into my heart and quickly got off
the bed before I lost control of my own feelings. Jake followed me to the
door and grabbed me from behind and held me. He kissed my neck, put his
hands under my shirt and caressed my chest and abs before letting me go.

"Bye Eric... I love ya..."

"Love you too, Jake..." I said without looking back at him. I opened the
door and walked out slowly without closing it. "Don't forget my
assignments..." I whispered as I looked back at a sad Jake. His head was
resting on the door frame as he stared at me. His blue eyes looked grayish
in the semi-darkness. I turned to walk away and my heart was squeezed by an
invisible hand as I heard his door close while I was midway down the
stairs.

******


I got in bed before Derek got up. He would have been exhausted last night
with all that was going on. I slept soundly with Jake's presence still in
my senses.

******


"Eric..." My Mom's voice woke me up.

"Yeah..." I mumbled my sleepy response.

"Can I come in? Are you decent?" Mom was always respectful of my privacy.

"Yeah..." I answered, more clearly this time.

She opened the door and came in while I rubbed my eyes awake. Mom was
smiling, showing her love for me. I smiled sheepishly in return.

"How's my baby?"

Normally, I would protest being called baby by my Mom but this time I
allowed it. "I'm okay, Mom. I'm feeling a lot better. I think I can go to
school today."

"Nice try, Eric... but the answer is no. You need your rest. I'll ask Jake
to inform the school that you'll be absent again." I had enough sense not
to argue with Mom. "Anyway, get ready for breakfast..." Mom messed up my
messy hair further before leaving me alone in my room.

I got up, grabbed a towel and went to the bathroom to have a shower. I
smelled my armpit and almost puked. I smelled my breath and gagged. Jake
was right.

******


I was combing my hair for Jake's sake when Derek appeared in the
doorway. He had his school bag slung over his shoulder.

"Morning, Eric... You look pretty cute for a dead boy..."

"Funny, Derek, very funny." I replied without looking at him. When I was in
the mood to look good nothing could distract me.

"You're going to school?"

"Nope."

"Then why do you look like you're going on the catwalk..." Derek said,
sniggering. I turned towards him and his sniggering stopped. He replaced it
with a white-toothed grin.

"I always try to look good." I said to him casually.

"Why? You always look good to me..." Derek was flirting so early in the
morning.

I blushed and deliberately messed up my hair again. I used my fingers to
comb my hair backwards. "Happy now?"

"Yeah, man. You look sexy." Derek was looking at me with a dreamy look in
his eyes.

"Let's go... I'm hungry..." I said to Derek as I pushed him towards the
stairs.

We arrived at the breakfast table and Jake was nowhere to be seen. Mom was
preparing some toast while Dad was reading the morning papers. Both of them
looked at us as we sat down at the table.

"Did you sleep alright, Eric?" Dad asked.

"Yeah..." I half lied. I had a good sleep after meeting Jake early morning
but not before.

"And how are you this morning?" Mom asked Derek. "I hope you had a good
rest after the ruckus last night."

"I slept like a log, Mrs. Collins." Derek answered cheerfully.

Dad grinned at him and replied, "Me too, Derek."

"There's something missing this morning..." Mom said to nobody in
particular.

"No pancakes?" Derek said to her. Derek must like pancakes, I thought.

"Nope..." Mom answered.

"No Postit notes on the kitchen floor?" Dad offered us his thought.

"No..." Both Mom and I answered him and the three of us laughed. Derek just
looked at us with his eyebrows raised.

"Go on Eric, get Jake over here..." Dad said to me with a smile. Mom nodded
in agreement as both my parents looked at me. Somehow, I knew they were
gonna say that. I loved them to death.

I smiled and went to get my baby Jake. I found him sitting at his kitchen
table alone. A yellowish lump of limp cornflakes was in a bowl in front of
him. His right hand was holding a blue plastic spoon as he stared at it. I
didn't think he was gonna eat it. It looked like a pathetic yellow lump of
shit to me. He looked at me in surprise as I entered their kitchen.

"Eric? What're you doing here? Your Mom let you go to school?" Jake asked
me three questions that had three short answers.

"Emmm... Yes. Visiting. No."

"What?" Jake replied in bewilderment.

"Yes, it's me, Eric. I was just visiting. And no, Mom did not let me go to
school today."

"They know you're here?" Jake looked worried.

"They asked me to get your ass over there for breakfast. You know what that
means, right?"

"They still wanna have me there for breakfast like usual?" Jake asked with
hope. He looked happy and relieved at the same time. I thought that he
wanted my parent's approval more than his own parents.

"Yeah, but I really wanna have you for my breakfast..."

"Can I kiss you now, stinky breath?" Jake was asking for trouble.

I blushed in anger and embarrassment but the feeling was gone in a flash
because I wanted to kiss him too. "Okay, let's have a quick one, in the
washroom." I said as I grabbed him and dragged him into their ground floor
washroom.

"You look so sexy, Eric. I'm gonna have a hardon all day." Jake said to me
inside the washroom. I just wanted to kiss him. So I grabbed his head with
both my hands and planted my lips on his. I just sucked on his sweet
nectar. He opened his lips and his tongue snaked out and jammed itself
between my lips. I gave it permission to enter my mouth and our tongues did
some wild writhing dancing as his hands moved all over my body. I could
feel our erect penises brushing against each other creating such a
heightened sexual tension that could only be released by a proper
wanking. I felt so weak with desire that I almost forgot why I went to see
him. So I pulled my lips away from his, oh so reluctantly. He kept trying
to continue our lip lock but I directed his lips to my neck as I sighed
with pleasure. Behind him was a mirror and I could see myself. My eyes were
shining with lust and my lips were red and glistening with the wet saliva
that Jake and I had just shared. Jake's hair was all messed up and so was
mine.

"Jake... Jake... we gotta stop..." I said breathlessly.

"We're not going to your place with hardons..." Jake mumbled on my
neck. "We'll just have a quick one..." I understood immediately what he
meant by a 'quick one' and even more blood rushed to my already hard penis.

With not much ado, he unzipped my fly and dropped my pants to my ankles. My
dick was wet with precum. I was already so close to orgasm that I held my
breath as Jake started jacking me off. I looked down at his bright blues
eyes as he kept getting me nearer and nearer to the climax. His eyes never
left mine. My eyes opened a bit wider as he opened his mouth and stuck out
his tongue and placed the head of my penis on it. I gasped in surprise and
pleasure as he started licking the sensitive gland. I almost collapsed but
I managed to grab the porcelain sink behind Jake's head.

"I'm coming..." I said with my eyes rolled upwards and Jake buried my six
inch pulsing penis inside his mouth. I came so hard that I almost passed
out. Jake must have swallowed everything that pulsed out of my dick. I
didn't see any of my semen.

"You didn't have to swallow, Jake..." I said weakly as I pulled up my pants
and rearranged my clothes as neatly as before. Jake just smiled and lifted
my chin up to look at my eyes.

"I wanted to..." He said. "I want you so bad..."

"I... I can't... you know?"

"You don't have to..."

"Maybe next time, okay?" I said. Jake didn't reply. I started to unzip his
fly. I didn't pull his pants down. I just took hold of his penis through
the opened zipper and pulled it out. I never had a good look at it
before. It was big. Two inches longer than mine but not much wider in
girth. My hair was blocking my view but I didn't care. I started to jack
him off using his precum as lubrication and he started to moan loudly. He
must have been on the edge of orgasm 'coz after a few jerk on his dick he
warned me that he was coming. I didn't want to get his semen on his clothes
and mine and I sure wasn't swallowing. So I cupped my hands over the penis
head just before he reached his climax. He came so hard that he had to lean
against the sink as he held my head in his hands; my real head, you know,
with the brain. His come sprayed onto my cupped hands and there was so much
that it flowed through my fingers and onto my wrists. The smell in the
small washroom was thick with semen.

"Gosh, that's a lot of come, man..." I said to him in awe. I just managed
to stop myself from licking my fingers. I was feeling giddy with all the
smell of sex around us.

"Wooh... that was incredible, Eric... I love you, dude." Jake said as he
started to come down from his orgasmic high.

"I love you too, man. But can you hold up your dick? It's gonna mess up you
pants if I just let it go. I gotta clean my hands." I said to Jake. Jake
took his hands off my head and held his dick as I got off my knees and
grabbed some toilet paper to get rid of the warm come on my hands. I took
some toilet paper to clean Jake's now semi-hard dick. It was still quite
big though. I washed my hands in the sink as Jake wetted some toilet paper
to make sure his dick was really clean. I got out of the washroom after I
made myself pretty presentable. I looked at my watch and was relieved to
see that only ten minutes had passed from the time I arrived at Jake's
kitchen. We had a pretty quick quickie.

"Jake, let's go... They might send Derek over." I was getting worried.

"In a sec..." Jake replied as I saw him arranging his hair in front of the
washroom mirror.

I waited for him outside the washroom door. When he came out we looked at
each other and my heart started beating fast again. I wanted to kiss him
and I could feel my dick getting hard again. I would bet my one dollar bill
that Jake felt the same way. I moved closer towards him.

"No way... not again Eric... we gotta go now... I'm not gonna kiss you
again... we're gonna end up here all day if we don't stop." Jake said
regretfully but with a knowing smile as he held me away from him.

"One more kiss... just one more." I begged him.

"Just lips okay. No tongue." Jake said in feigned defeat. He wanted to kiss
me as bad as I wanted to kiss him.

"Okay..." I said and moved my lips close to his. Jake's eyes were closed in
anticipation. His hands were on my shoulders and mine were on his
chest. And then I stopped.

"I just remembered something..." I said.

"What?" Jake said in exasperation as he opened his eyes.

"You just swallowed my come..." I replied as I turned and walked away
towards the kitchen door.

Jake just stood there in silence before muttering, "Fuck!"

"Are you coming or not?" I asked with a grin as I held the door open.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck..." Jake said as he went past me towards my house. I got
him good this time.

"Better stop that swearing, man. My Mom's gonna ask you to wash your mouth
with soap." I said and sniggered.

"Aaaargh.... Enough already, dude. You win this time..."

"No need to state the obvious..." I said with a smirk as I opened our
kitchen door and let my secret boyfriend into my house.

*********


"Jake, glad you could join us." Dad said when we entered the kitchen. Jake
smiled at him weakly.

"We missed you..." Mom said as she quickly wiped her hands on a kitchen
towel. "Come over here..." Mom gestured Jake to come to her. Jake looked
down and walked hesitatingly towards my mother's enveloping arms. Derek was
looking at all this with a confused expression. Poor Derek, we had to tell
him sooner or later. Otherwise, Derek was gonna feel left out and might
jump into some stupid conclusions. I had to convince Jake first though. I
sat next to Derek who was looking at my Mom and Jake in disbelief.

I was afraid that Jake would start to cry and my fears were confirmed. My
Mom's eyes were glistening as Jake sobbed quietly in his arms. Derek looked
at me for some explanation but I signaled for him to keep his mouth
shut. Dad got up and hugged Jake from behind. Jake was sandwiched between
my loving parents and unbelievably at that moment my stomach growled in
protest. I had forgotten that I was hungry especially after the satisfying
quickie. My dick hardened with the memory. I wasn't gonna be able get up
from the table any time soon.

"Thanks, Mrs. C, Mr. C.; this means a lot to me..." Jake said with a soft
voice. They let him go and my Dad put his arm around Jake's shoulders and
brought him to the table where Derek and I were sitting. Jake sat down at
his usual place. Mom placed a plate of bacon and eggs, Jake's favorite, on
the table for Jake. For me she made the usual eggs and sausages. Derek had
already finished his breakfast and was sipping his OJ slowly; his eyes were
darting from Jake, to Mom, to Dad and then rested on Jake. Jake noticed
Derek's confusion.

"I'll tell you in the car, later, Derek." Jake said. Mom and Dad looked at
each other.

"Are you sure about this, Jake?" Mom asked.

"Yeah... Derek's cool." Jake replied. My parents smiled approvingly. I just
said, "Yeah, Derek's cool..." in response.

"You really think I'm cool..." Derek said excitedly.

"Shut up, Derek..." Jake and I said in unison and both of us
laughed. Derek, who was stunned for a second, joined in the laughter. My
parents just shrugged their shoulders. 'Crazy kids' must be the first
thought in their minds.

I finished my breakfast in record time.

********


I watched Jake drove his car to school from the living room window. Derek
was sitting in my seat, was the first thought in my mind. Jake would
probably drive to the park to the same picnic table we went to last Monday
and tell Derek about what happened at Dr. Remus'. Derek would probably
think about seducing my Jake after that. Aaaargh, stop thinking, I thought
to myself. I was being a shithead again.

"Eric, I'm going to work. Take care of yourself and stay away from the
floor... hehehe..." My Dad the joker said to me as I was just going
upstairs. I smiled, went towards him and gave him a hug. He hugged me back
in surprise.

"What was that for?"

"For being a great Dad and for being my Dad. I love you."

"Ehem... I love you too son..." Dad replied in obvious embarrassment. We
let each other go and Dad uncharacteristically kissed me on the
forehead. He hadn't done that since I was ten years old.

"Bye..." he said as he opened the door.

"Bye Dad, have a good day at work..." I replied just before he closed the
door.

"Stay away from the floor okay..." Dad said and closed the door before I
could provide a smart aleck reply.

I turned around and saw Mom at the entrance between the living room and the
kitchen looking at me. I was sure she saw the whole father and son thing
because she was grinning.

"We're so proud of you, Eric." She said as I went to her. She opened her
arms and we hugged. Mom kissed me on the forehead as usual.

"Awww, Mom... Dad and now you... must be my lucky day..." I said to hide my
embarrassment with the openly displayed affection I got from them. She
released me from her arms and mussed my hair. I hated and loved the mussing
up hair bit at the same time.

"There's something important we have to do today. Jake's parents are coming
to see us after lunch... They want to talk to us. Your Dad's taking a half
day leave. I'm taking the whole day leave. We need to help Jake's
parents. They are still in shock. They couldn't believe it I guess. They
still couldn't accept the fact that Jake is gay." Mom said to me with a
voice tinged with sadness. I think you can help them understand,
Eric. You're good with people. They like you too and they look up to
you. They believe that you helped Jake a lot since they came here. From the
little that I heard about Jake from his Mom, he had a difficult time in
Seattle. He was mixing with the wrong crowds and was in constant
trouble. When they moved here, everything changed, they said. He befriended
you and somehow there were instant improvements in his attitude. And now
with Jake being gay they just don't know what to do with him."

"They just have to accept him as he is." I said.

"It's not that easy for them Eric... If you were gay too, it would be quite
hard for your Dad and me to take. We would accept it in the end but it
would take some time."

"Then, how come you can accept Jake being gay so fast..."

"Because... well, because your Dad and I had suspected it much earlier. The
way that you two talked and kidded and helped and understood each other
made us suspicious. I think it was the way you two could understand each
other just by looking at each other that really made us take notice. The
way you two do that was so uncanny. In fact before you brought Justine to
the house to meet us, we thought that you might have the same feelings for
Jake too. Your Dad and I, we had a talk last year about having you two as a
couple, and you know what, we actually agreed that as gay couples you two
matched each other like no one else we met. Well, we were wrong but only
half wrong," Mom said to me and chuckled. Blood drained from my face as I
listened to my Mom. "I love Jake like a son and I want the best for him. We
have to help his parents understand." I needed to sit down.

"Mom, I need to sit down." I said as I went to the three-seater sofa and
sat. My face must have looked real pale because Mom sat next to me and
placed her hands on my forehead to feel my temperature.

"Eric, are you okay. You look like you've seen a ghost. You better lie
down."

"Mom, listen to me," I said to her and looked her straight in the eyes, "I
need Dad to be here now. I have to talk to both of you now. It's really
important. Please, Mom." I just had to tell them the truth. I owed them
that much. I lay down on the couch as Mom called Dad on his handphone. He
shouldn't be too far from the house, I thought.

"Mark, Eric wants you to return home now." When my Mom called my Dad by his
name, something big was usually happening.

"I don't know why. Just come back, okay. He looks really pale." My Mom
replied to whatever Dad was saying.

There was a pause before my Mom said, "Okay, we'll be waiting for you in
the living room."

*********


It felt like an eternity but finally Dad opened the front door and came
into the living room with a worried look on his face. My head was on Mom's
lap as she stroked my hair softly. I stood up slowly and patted on the seat
next to Mom signaling for Dad to sit there. Dad sat next to Mom and his
left hand held my Mom's right. I sat cross-legged in front of them on the
carpeted floor.

"What is it, son?" My Dad asked worriedly. My Mom looked as if she was
gonna cry.

"I don't want to hurt anyone," I began steadily, "But I know that there is
no way that I could do this without hurting you two. After what Mom told
me... I had to say this now before I lost my courage." Dad glanced at Mom
with a questioning look. Mom was looking at me, confused.

"We love you, Eric..." Mom started to say but Dad shushed her.

I looked at them for the last time as their normal son, their son that
everybody in our extended family were proud of, their son that the church
we attended to were so proud of, their son that the school he went to were
so proud of, but most of all the son that they were so proud of. I was
gonna shatter their illusions forever.

"Mom, Dad... I love Jake too, the same way he loves me." I said softly but
clear enough for them to hear. I looked for approval in their eyes but all
I could see was disbelief. I looked for love in their eyes and all I could
find was tears. I looked for support from my parents and all I could find
was the broken pillars of their illusions.

My parents looked at me in silence. Their intertwined hands remained in a
tight grip. I waited for whatever they were gonna say in total surrender
but I never wavered in my faith that their love for me was unconditional
and true.


TBC

I hope you like this one. It's the longest chapter I've written for
Heartache. Tell me what you think or whatever else you want to say by email
to fyiord@yahoo.com. I really don't bite.

By the way I just sent my fellow niftywriter friend Jason, a short story
for his website aznprodigy2.tripod.com called 'The Computer Geek'. If you
have the time, check it out.