Date: Mon, 14 Oct 2013 12:06:22 +0000
From: John Byrne <titaniumhustler@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Irish Charm Part 4

Chapter 4:


The rest of the week went by quickly. I kept to my studies, and wondered
where Mikey had gone. He still had shown up to class by mid-week, and I was
beginning to worry. I had thought about calling up to his house by the end
of the week, to see how he was, but I thought it might have been a little
awkward.  But for his sake, any to quench I decided to go look for his
house, at least to settle his ease.


None of my friends knew his exact, so I was bound to try and get it out of
some of the lads on the outer fringe of his social circle. They were
hesitant at first, but I promised It was only for homework purposes and
nothing else. Begrudgingly, one of the guys that lived in his neighbourhood
gave me the number of his house, and I decided to go up one evening quite
late after I knew his training was over.


At that time of the year, it was still dark early in the evening, and I
wasn't really ecstatic about wandering through the town in the dark,
especially in the more crime ridden parts of the town. But the guilt of
what I had done meant that I had to go see him, it was just who I am. The
street lights down his lane weren't working, and I was surprised to see so
little movement or action in his housing estate. It was eerily quiet, too
much for my liking, and I found myself running down the narrow lane. I
ended up in the back of his house, wondering what would be the quickest way
to get around.


I could hear some music coming from the first floor. It was some dumb rock
music, nothing I was familiar with. But I knew it must have been his. He
had mentioned that his sister and brother had moved out years ago to go to
college the previous couple of summers. I calmly walked up to the door, and
knocked calmly, hoping that he would answer the door.

Instead, a gruff middle aged man answered, and stared at me intensely


"Who are you?, he grunted.


"Eh, I'm a mate of Michaels. I said doing my best to keep my nerve. It was
true that his stare was intense, but in a weird way he looked handsome. An
older version of the guy I had been with


"His mates never come around here," the father said, "What do you want, and
why are you here?"


"Well ever since he was moved around the classes, they asked me to bring
some work for him since he wasn't all week.


The father moved his hand from the door, and slowly invited me in. "Good to
see that boy doing some work, all his mind was ever thinking about was
soccer. Come in," he said without ever introducing himself. "He should be
in the room in the back," the father said, "pointing down the hallway.  If
not try his bedroom, it's the second door on the right when you go up the
stairs".


"Thank you," I said, (not knowing whether to add sir or not.  The man was
tense, almost vicious, and no wonder Mikey had been stressed out anytime he
was around him. I even felt he may have hit me even I just asked the wrong
question.


"Who was it?". A female voice shouted through the house as I walked through
the hallway.


"Ah, just one of Mikeys mates, here with some of the work he missed".


"That's great, who was it?", she said.


"No idea, he's probably upstairs with him. He better be getting on with all
that work he missed."


"Ah leave the boy alone, he's just a little sick.., she said
sympathetically. I checked inside the kitchen, and noticed the lack of
anyone in their small sitting room, so I ascended the narrow staircase.


The loud music could be heard coming from the furthest door in the
hallway. The blaring music was loud enough to perk my ears, but I detested
the heavy rhythm, the strokes of guitar too loud for my delicate ears.


I hesitated for a few minutes, before pushing my way into his room. For a
brief moment, I saw him at his most relaxed, rocking to the heavy beats. He
was on his Ipad, on some internet site. He was wearing a light blue t-shirt
with a yellow and orange surf board on the front, some white ankle shorts,
and a loose pair of cotton black boxers. His mood was broken when he saw
me. First, his face went from surprise to shock, then to anger.


Standing up, "What are you doing here?", he shouted .


"Eh.. I'm just came to bring you, some work. The teachers were wondering
where you were and..."


"Anyone else could have brought that to me", he admitted, "I mean anyone",
He said before pushing me to the door.


"Get out", he said before grabbing me by the arm. His grip was tense,
stronger than his thin figure ever suggested.


"What are you doing" I said, pushing him away.


"Just leave the work" he said pointing at the bed, "and get out. You really
are the last person I want to see.", evading my worried stare at him.


"I'm just worried about you,, about what happened. I just keep thinking
that it was my fault.  Turning away from me for a moment, he walked to the
far side of the bed before sitting down and putting his head in his
arms. He was still confused, and the week away from work hadn't given him
enough time to come to terms with what we did.


"We shouldn't have done that"< he said, before standing up. "That was your
fault, you just... took advantage of me", that was it".

"You're the person that pleaded me for help, not the other way around", I
said to him. "It was stupid for me to come here. Here., I said dropping the
new notes on the edge of his bed, "I'll just go." For a few moments, he
said nothing, but then he just rose up and looked at me briefly before
breaking the few seconds we made eye contact.

Saying nothing, he followed me to the door. I reached out to open it, and
was about to exit when he slammed it shut before I could say anything.


"No..., no.. he said meekly. "I don't want you to go, it's just.. I don't
know, what to say, or what to do". Looking at him again, I saw the pain in
his face. He was confused, confused about who he was, and what was he was
going to become.


"Just stay, stay with me for a while. We can just talk... or".


"Or?", I said, surprised at what he may have been meaning.


"Oh.. no, nothing like that", he replied quite innocently. "I mean you
could just chill here, for a while. Listen to some music, maybe play Xbox".


"Yeah, I'd like that", I said before throwing myself on his bed. Reaching
over, I took his music player off the cheap speakers, and began flicking
through it. "But if I'm gonna stay, then I think we need to change your
music tastes.


"Nah, I don't think we do"m he said laughing, before throwing himself on
the bed beside me. Wrestling with me, he was soon on top, pressing his ass
into my crotch. "Uh man," he said obviously enjoying the situation we were
both in.


"I can't do this, not now", he said before reaching up to get off the bed.


"What do you mean?", I asked surprised.


"Well I literally would be killed, if my Ma or Da walked in on me with the
lad that kissed me in the toilet last week", he said with a cheeky
smile. With a few steps, he was at the door, and calmly he turned the
door. The music was still playing so he doubted either of his parents would
care, but still it was just to be sure.  "I don't know what I want", he
admitted, "but at least I want to be with you, now".


"Are you sure?", I said, still seeing the doubt in his eyes.


He just nodded, before pushing me against, the wall. This time he wanted to
be in control, and with the fiery streak in his eye how was I to be the one
to stop him.


"I remember what you said, you know when we were in the toilet together."


"What?


"That I owe you..."


"Oh that. You don't owe me anything," I said before looking back at his
face again.


"Yeah, I do", he said, nodding before pushing me back onto the bed. I let
him jump down on me before he put his arms above mine, as if he was trying
to trap me.


"Thjs is what you did to me, do you remember?", he said before grabbing my
hands with his own, Slowly, he interlinked his hands with my own. They were
cold, but his grip was fierce. He really did want this.


"Well then, how will you repay the debt, I said.


"That;s up to you", he said, before moving ever closer.  I could smell his
breath, It had a minty scent, that matched his pure white teeth. His eyes
were so easy to get lost into. They demanded my attention, and I gulped not
knowing what to say.


"Let's just sit here, for a few minutes", I said, before pulling him down
on top of me. He felt heavy, but also comfortable. As If we were meant to
be lying there together, like that.


I grabbed his tight behind, and I could feel him clench his tight
muscles. "you've such a nice ass." I blurted out un-intentionally. He went
kinda pale, but then just nodded in appreciation,


"Your's aint that bad man", he responded, before throwing himself onto the
other side of the queen bed. Looking deeply again into his clear eyes, I
knew exactly what he wanted before he managed to say it.


"Just kiss me like you did back there, in the bathroom", he said before
pulling me ever closer. Even if it was just for this one night, he could
forget his important ego, his image that he was trying to protect. I saw
him, the doubts, the fears, and the inner feelings all wresting with one
another. In that moment, all I wanted, was him, and that's what I was about
to take.


I lifted my body, and leaned into him, taking not to graze any his crotch
area.  Leaning in to his left side, I calmly placed my lips against
his. They were wet, eager, wanting the same ones that he had dreamed about
all week, even if he would never admit it, not to anyone but me


He gently massaged his lips against mine, before pulling up his hand and
forcing his tongue into my mouth as he had done just a week prior.
Somewhere deep in his soul he wanted this more than anything, and with a
brash flick of his tongue, he again wanted to be in the dominant
partner. For the sake of his passion, I was willing to let him have his
way, if he knew what he was doing.


"what, what should we do?", he said before calmly breaking the kiss.


"whatever you want", I said smiling, and trying to keep him relaxed. My
last notion was to freak him. I knew this was going to take time, but I
felt he was ready, even if it might take the whole night before he admits
his true feelings.


"Do you know what I want?", he said suggestingly.


"I want to see you, without all those layers on?", he said pointing to the
thick outer jacket, and the layers of uniform I was still wearing.


"Uh.. naked?"


"Eventually, maybe?", he said,


"Only if I get to see you too", I said smiling at him.


"Alright then, lets make a game out of it..", he said. "First guy that
makes the other guy has to do what he says.."


"You're on I said. This is going to be way too easy..."