Date: Mon, 4 Sep 2006 09:47:36 +1200
From: Kiwi
Subject: It's Over

Hey, Here's another Westpoint Tale - another story in the same small New
Zealand town as Jason and Jordan's tale is in. This one's just a 'one-off',
a short story if you like.  All the usual disclaimers apply - this is
Nifty. If you shouldn't be reading this, then don't and what are you doing
here anyway?


It's Over

"It's Over." He climbed out and sat, naked, on the edge of the bed. His
head hung low and he stared at his feet.

"Yeah. It's over." Lyall stretched contentedly across the bed, luxuriating
in the feel of the cool air on his hot, sweaty body. "But, give us a couple
of minutes and we'll go again. We always do."

He grinned widely as he lay admiring his friend's long and slender body
silhouetted in the moonlight.

"No Lyall," Colin turned to look back down at him. "I mean it's over -
really over. I don't want to do this anymore."

"Oh?" Alarm bells ringing in his head, Lyall sat up to face him. "You don't
want to do what anymore?"

"This....you and me. Fucking. I can't do it anymore. It's over."

Colin slid his feet into his boxers and stood up, pulling them up as he
went. Then he started pulling on his blue jeans and stuffing everything
into them.

"But....but....what do you mean it's over? Don't you want me anymore?"

"Damn Lyall! You can understand plain English can't you? Read my lips - It
is over. I don't want to do it anymore."

"But why?" he wailed. "What's wrong? What have I done?"

"Fuckit, don't do this." Colin spun away from him and staggered across the
room, pulling his shirt on. "You're not making this easy. Don't touch me
and don't you start bloody crying. Sometimes you can be such a girl."

He tried not to, but he did. The tears welled up and overflowed from his
eyes.

"I'm not," he protested. "I'm not a girl, I'm a boy."

"Yeah, you are, and so am I. That's the trouble. That's why we've got to
stop the sex stuff.  It was okay for a while, lots of kids fool around, but
we've been at it for over a year now and it's gone about as far as it can
go. Once we actually fucked each other, there's not a lot else we can do."

"But, you like it don't you? You get into to it just as much as I do."

"Maybe not quite as much as you do, but it was fun while it lasted. Time to
move on now, that's all. We're not going to be kids forever, Lyall. We're
growing up and it's time we started dating girls and shit. I don't want to
be a grubby old man when I'm old. I want a wife and kids and grandkids one
day. I want a normal sort of life and that's not going to happen while I'm
fucking around with you. Don't you want that too?"

"I dunno. I haven't thought about it."

"Well it's about time you did. You're fifteen. You'll be a man soon. What
sort of man do you want to be?"

"I don't know. I don't care. Fuck kids, I never want to have kids. I just
want you Colin."

"Well, tough. We've been there and done that. Now it's over. I know what
sort of future I want and you're not in it. Ah, stop fucking crying, you
big girl! I'm outta here."

Colin stormed out and Lyall lay there, crying. It was true, he did cry like
a girl sometimes, but he couldn't help it. Especially not now, his world
had just ended. Damn!  How could he? How could he just dump him like that?
Five minutes ago he was feeling as good as it got. He was making love and
he loved that. Now he felt like a used tissue that Colin had wiped his dick
on and dumped on the floor. Fuck Colin. How could he do this to him?
Bastard. Didn't he know that he loved him? He'd told him often enough.
Looked like Colin just didn't love him back.

Actually, now he thought about it, he couldn't remember Colin ever telling
him that he loved him. He should have seen it coming. Easy enough to be
wise afterwards. Colin had never loved him, he was just fooling around.

Trouble was, Lyall wasn't. He wished that he could hate him, but even now,
he couldn't.

He loved him and he couldn't see himself loving anyone else. Not a boy or a
girl either.  Ever. What was that song? "'Breaking up is Hard To Do." They
got that right. Not so hard for Colin though, he had no trouble at all.

He should hate him. But....he didn't.

Should he go after him? Get dressed and go try to talk to him? No. That
wouldn't work.  He'd said all that he wanted to say. "It's Over." Ah, stuff
it.

What was he going to do now? How was he going to live without Colin? He was
his whole life. He only felt really alive when they were doing it - making
love. Well, he was making love; Colin was just fooling around
apparently. Bastard. Gorgeous, beautiful, sexy, bastard. How could he do
this to him?

How long he lay there, he didn't know, or care. His life was over now. He
could just stay there until he starved or something. But his body had
different ideas. He needed to pee, really, really bad. For a minute he
thought about just doing it where he lay. But - Eww!  He couldn't do
that. So he put his boxers on and slipped out to the bathroom.

He finished up, flushed, splashed some water over his face and hands and
started back to his,(empty), bedroom. On the way, he met his dad stumbling
out on a similar mission.

"Hi Son. Ships that pass in the night, eh?" Mr. Collis grinned at him, and
then the grin faded.

"Are you all right, Lyall? What's wrong?"

"Nothing. I'm fine, thanks."

"You don't look fine. Have you had a fight with Colin?"

"No. I never fight with Colin. He's not here anyway. He's gone home."

"Home? I thought he was staying the night again

"Yeah, he was. But he changed his mind. He's gone home."

"Oh. So you're all alone then? You sure you're all right? Well. I've gotta
go pee. 'Night Lyall."

"Yeah, G'night Dad."

His dad did care about him, kind of. So did his mum. They just didn't know
him anymore, not since.... well, since Colin actually. There was a huge
slice of his life that he didn't - couldn't - discuss with them.

Back in the bedroom, he stood looking down at his empty bed. "The
Workbench", Colin called it - used to call it. How could it be over? How
could he just cut him off like that?  He could never do that to Colin even
if he wanted to, he couldn't. He couldn't hurt him like that - like
this. Didn't Colin care what he was doing to him? No, apparently not.

Tears welled up again until he could no longer see the bed before him. They
had had some great times in that bed. Fucking great fucking times. The last
time was not even an hour ago, and now it was the last time. Ever. "It's
over."

"I fucking hate you, Colin Boniface. I hope some bugger runs you over on
the way home.  No, I don't. I love you, bastard. How can you do this to
me?"

He couldn't face getting back into the bed alone. Eventually he'd have to,
but not now, not yet. He put the rest of his clothes on, pushed his feet
into the sneakers and quietly snuck out of the house to go walking, alone,
through the quiet moonlit streets of his hometown.  Midnight in Westpoint.

Everything looked different, all silver and dark shadows, and empty. It was
like he was the last person left on earth. It was quite beautiful really,
but he wasn't in the mood for beauty. It'd be better if it was
raining. No-one could see he was crying if it was raining.  No-one could
see him anyway, there was no-one around. There was just him, alone.

Ah, Fuckit! What was his life about now? Nothing. A couple of late-night
cars passed as he walked, but no-one stopped. No-one cared. Fuckem
anyway. He didn't care either. If he passed a teenage boy walking, crying,
through the moonlit streets, he wouldn't stop either. Why should he?

Alone. That had to be the worst word, the saddest word in the English
language. And, that was where he was now, and always would be, he
supposed. Fucking Colin. He wished he'd never met him. He wished he'd never
fucked him. No, he didn't, that was great - the fucking. It was just now
that sucked, big-time.

"Five million, Four thousand, Three hundred, Twenty-One tears from now,
maybe I'll forget, that we ever met." 'No I won't. Of course I won't. I'll
never forget you, Colin, not if I live to be one hundred and fifteen years
old. How could I?'

He came to the Square, the town's central sports field and hang-out
place. The scene of so many triumphs and tragedies. Was there ever a worse
tragedy than his own now? He didn't think so. He'd been here hundreds of
times before, but never like this - alone.

The big old Grandstand was all dark, black in the shadow of the overhanging
roof. He would have gone up and sat in there for a while, but there was
someone already there.  Several someones. Courting couples, he supposed.

He'd never done that, ever. Only boy/girl couples could make out in public
places. Queer couples had to hide in darker shadows than that.

He could, sort of, understand Colin's wanting a normal life. Good luck to
him anyway.  Lyall didn't. All he wanted was what he couldn't have -
Colin. Bastard. If he was ever going to get over him, first he was going to
have to hate him. He was never going to get over him.

He kept walking, across the empty football field and out the other side of
the Square. He had nowhere to go, nothing to do and no-one to do it
with. It never used to be like this.  He used to have Colin to do
everything with and, long ago, before him, he always used to have friends
and family around him. He still could, probably. He still had friends,
maybe.  He just hadn't seen much of them lately. He hadn't had much time
for anyone else - just Him.

Now he'd have lots of time, all the time in the world.

Everywhere he went he saw places that they'd been to together. The small
red-brick hospital was coming up before him. Colin had come to visit him
there when he was sick, and they'd both gone there together when Colin's
baby sister was born. Good times, happy days. Gone now.

Bloody Colin. Did he hate him yet? No, but give it time, he'd get
there. He'd have to, somehow.

Next, he passed the High School, but didn't stop. That was where they'd
met, a long time ago. A lifetime ago. Well, it was just over a year really,
but that's a long time.

Colin had turned up one day, a new kid in school. Newly arrived in town and
starting school in year 10, which was unusual. Almost unheard of really,
that late in the year. All eyes were on him from the minute he walked in,
none more so than Lyall - he was fascinated.

The new boy was a good-looking kid. Nothing exceptional, but he
looked......well, nice.  A nice kid. Someone he could be friends with.

Colin Boniface walked into his first class, escorted by Lisa Bonner, and
was introduced by the teacher. He stood nervously up the front looking
around. The room full of adolescents sized him up. All he could see were
suspicious stares and glares, all except for one.

A small, skinny boy peered at him through his overgrown fringe of
dark-blond hair, and he smiled, a big welcoming smile. Cute too.

'Cool. Maybe this won't be so bad,' Colin thought. Their eyes met and
something, some spark of recognition flashed between them. 'There's a cool
kid.'

All morning, they had every class together - of course, it was a small
school. They didn't speak but exchanged glances and smiles several
times. Lisa had been assigned to show him around and look after him, so he
had to sit with her in every class. Lisa took her responsibilities very
seriously.

At lunchtime, Lyall was sitting by himself, on the steps at the back of the
school. The new kid came along and sat down beside him.

"Hi. Mind if I sit here with you?"

"No, of course not. I'm Lyall, you're Colin Boniface, right?"

"Yeah, that's me. Oh Lord! Here she comes. Pretend you're talking to me,
would you?"

"But I am talking to you. Who's coming? Oh, Lisa."

"Yeah, Lisa. Bossy cow." He scowled.

"Hey, come on. Lisa's not that bad."

"To you, maybe. I swear, it's like she thinks she owns me or something."

"Oh well. It's just for today. Tomorrow you'll be free of her and you can
sit with whoever you want to."

"Yeah. But I don't know anyone here anyway. Would you sit with me?"

"Sure, why not?" Lyall grinned. "I'll sit with you, you don't smell or
anything."

"Well. Thank you! Wait 'til I cut the cheese, my farts can stink."

"Don't everyone's?"

Lisa walked on past, and the boys grinned at each other. "Free at
last. Thanks Lyall."

"You're welcome Mate. Anytime. Anytime at all. So, where are you living?"

And, so it went. They just 'clicked', instantly. It was like they were made
for each other and they were instant best friends. Each of them really
liked the other. Some things are just meant to be.

Lyall was pretty green then. He knew about sex - of course he did, he was
fourteen, but he'd never actually done anything, apart from a couple of
clumsy kisses with girls at parties. Stupid party games. He couldn't see
the point really. But even then, he knew that he was attracted to boys,
especially this boy - he'd never met anyone like him.

Colin, he found out later, had had experience - lots of experience. That
had started when he got caught spying on two boys - his slightly older
neighbours, the brothers Gibbens.  They were going for it in their old tree
house, the place was rocking. Colin had climbed the ladder to see what they
were doing, and he got a real eyeful. They'd seen him, caught him and
pulled him up into the tree house with them and - "Well it's not rape if
you're willing."

Lyall had almost passed the racecourse now. The rows of stables were at the
far end from the school. They'd done it in there once, but only once. It
was bloody uncomfortable in the straw, it sticks in your bum and it
hurts. Itches too. Once was more than enough.

They'd done it in all sorts of places, but in bed was best. There was no
fear of getting caught there, not when the bedroom door was locked, and it
was more comfortable than anywhere else. He loved going to sleep with his
head on Colin's chest and his arms around him. That was great. Used to be
great. Fuckit!

He passed Kilairney Park. The school used it sometimes, when they need an
extra sports field. Lyall was not a big sports fan. Well, he was a fan,
just not a player himself. He hated playing sports but he liked watching,
especially the swimming sports. Even when he was seriously committed to his
relationship with Colin, he would never cheat on him, but he could
appreciate the sight of a well-built boy in a tight little Speedo. Oh yes !

Mouthwatering, some of them. But none ever looked better than Colin. Ah,
fuck Colin.  What was he going to do now? He'd had the best, he didn't want
the rest.

Back on that first day, they'd met again outside the school when classes
ended for the day. Lyall fell into step next to Colin, and they walked the
short distance up Williamson Road to where Colin's new house was. It was a
new house too, brand-new. Some of the builder's rubble was still lying
around in the yard. But it wasn't the house he was interested in.

Colin stopped at the end of the driveway and gestured. "Well, there it
is. Mi Casa, or whatever you say. Home sweet home anyway. Do you want to
come in for a minute?"

"Yeah, sure, why not."

"Come into my web said the spider to the fly."

"Eh?"

"Nevermind. I was just thinking aloud. Come on in Lyall."

He followed Colin inside and met his hugely pregnant mother. They got some
drinks and cookies and took them into Colin's room.

"Wow. Great room." Lyall looked around.

"Yeah, it's not too foul. I've got my own shower and toilet and everything,
it's pretty cool."

"It is. All I've got is a poky old bedroom. Your folks must be rich."

"I wish. They've got a huge mortgage, I know that much."

"So, have you got any brothers or sisters?"

"No, not yet. So far there's just me, but Mum's having a baby soon."

"Yeah, I did notice that."

"You could hardly miss it. She's huge isn't she? They were just teenagers
when they had me and now, after fourteen years, they're finally having
another one. I'm going to have a sister. That'll be great. What about you?
Got any siblings?"

"Yep, one brother, one sister. He's older, she's younger. I'm the
overlooked one in the middle."

"Oh. I wouldn't overlook you, Lyall. I think you're great."

"Umm. Really? I think you're great too."

"Do you? Really? I can be really, really great if you want to."

They stood closely, facing each other, and looking at each other. The
temperature in there was skyrocketing. Colin's shaking hand reached out and
rested on Lyall's shoulder. Then he grinned when Lyall did the same back to
him. His open hand slid down and around his chest and lower still. Watching
his face closely and seeing no discouragement there, he kept going down
until his hand cupped around Lyall's crotch, and he was hard!

"Ha - ah ah," Lyall gasped, closed his eyes and opened his legs to give him
better access.  Then, when Colin's hand stayed where it was, gently
stroking him through his tight trousers, he reached out and did the same
back to him.

"Oh Yes!" Colin beamed. "I knew we were going to be good friends. Really,
really, really good friends."

His fingers undid the fly on Lyall's school pants, and they slid inside,
exploring the hot boy-flesh in there. They didn't even make it to the bed
that first time. They stood in the middle of the room, undid each other's
clothing to free their raging boners, and stood masturbating each other
until their knees buckled and they sank, together, down to the thickly
carpeted floor. It was great. And so hot!

In the days and weeks that followed, Colin was always a patient teacher but
Lyall was an impatient pupil. He always wanted more, and more, and more. He
was loving this and before long he was loving Colin. Life was ace! Sex was
fantastic. For the first time, he was in love.

Fucking Colin. The last year had been the best time in his life. There was
only one thing better than screwing Colin and that was when Colin was
screwing him - he loved it.

Now it was gone. Now it was over. Now was the absolute worst time of his
life. He wished he'd never met him. Bastard.

He left the last streetlight behind and crossed over to start down the
narrow road to the beach. It was really dark in there with the tall scrubby
growth on either side of the road, a bit scary. He wished that Colin was
here with him. No, he didn't. Fuck Colin. With a bit of luck, someone might
leap out of the bushes and murder him. Would he mind? That'd get him out of
his misery anyway.

No-one killed him, of course. This was Westpoint, a nice little town. A
safe little town, mostly. At the end of the road he walked out onto the
wide-open and brightly-moonlit beach. "Wow." Now this really was
beautiful. It looked fantastic. The long gray beach was coated silver in
the moonlight and the endless rows of driftwood were silver, white and
black. Lyall felt like he was in an old, an ancient, black and white
movie. The white- capped waves reared up and disappeared again in the
darkness, and the small ripples breaking on the sand spread clouds of white
diamonds.

It was great. He'd have to bring Colin down here some night. No, he
wouldn't. Fuck Colin. He had no-one to share his life with now. Dammit!

To the right, the beach seemed to go on forever, so he turned left and
walked down to the river mouth where the long rock walls of the tiphead
reached out into the sea. He stepped up the big rocks to the top of the
tiphead. The small Shingle Beach was back towards the town, stretched
between this wall and the other, shorter, one on the side of the river.

There were people on the beach, several driftwood fires and a tent
even. Someone had some music. What were they doing out there in the middle
of the night? Oh, yeah. They'd be waiting for daybreak. The Whitebait
fishing season opened, officially, at dawn tomorrow. Some people always
tried fishing out of season too. They'd be lucky anyway.  There was
bugger-all whitebait around these days. Not like the old days, they used to
get huge catches way back then.

Whitebait was still a local specialty and delicacy. The little fish were
worth a fortune these days because there weren't many left; they'd almost
been fished out. What the people needed was someone like that kid who used
to swim up and down the river chasing the whitebait into people's nets.

Lyall had heard that old legend. Of course he had. Everyone had heard the
old story, but he was not sure if he believed it anyway. People said that
the kid's name was John and his father was William. He was William's son
and Williamson Road, where Colin lived, along the Williamson River was
supposed to be named after him. But, that couldn't be right, there were no
fish in the Williamson River and it was too shallow to swim in anyway. Just
another legend. probably.

No-one could swim that fast anyway and it would be called John's Road,
wouldn't it?

He turned away from the people and walked out to the end of the tiphead
wall in the sea.

Standing on the rocks at the end, he, briefly, considered throwing himself
into the surging waves and drifting away. But, no. Bugger that, he couldn't
do that even if he did have nothing to live for.

It was a great night. No, it wasn't. It was a horrible night, but it was
great weather. The full moon hung low in the clear sky, there were no
clouds in sight anywhere. Nights like this were all too rare in rainy old
Westpoint. There was a bit of a wind coming in from the sea though, not
strong but chilly. Lyall didn't have enough clothes on. Why hadn't he worn
a jacket or something? Too late now.

It was late too, really late. He didn't have a watch, but he figured that
dawn couldn't be far away. Was the sky in the east starting to lighten?
Maybe. He'd been up, (and down), almost all night.

Was the wind getting stronger? It was cold anyway. He went back a bit,
towards the beach, and then climbed down the rocks to sit out of the wind,
down by the water's edge.  Better.

After a while sitting there, cars started arriving and people were taking
up positions on the rocks, with their long-poled nets and other gear. The
sky was definitely lighter over the eastern hills, dawn was coming.

"Hey, Lyall. How're you?" His next-door neighbour, Timmy Lee, came down and
stood on the next rock to his, his whitebait net in hand.

"Hey Timmy. I'm okay. You?"

"I'm good. Better than you look anyway. What's the matter, Little Lyall?
What's up?"

"Nothing. I'm a bit cold, that's all."

"Sure you are. Where's your jacket? Here, you can have one of mine, I've
got far too much on."

That was SO like Timmy. All their lives he'd been trying to look after
Lyall. Two years older than him, he was big for his age where Lyall was
always small. Hence the name, Little Lyall. Timmy was one of his oldest
friends. One of the friends that he hadn't seen much of lately,
since...well, since He had been in his life. Used to be in his life.

Echoing his thoughts, Timmy asked, "Where's your other half, Little Lyall?"

Where's who? Colin? I dunno. Home sleeping I suppose."

"Like all sane people are. Why aren't you there with him? Have you guys had
a fight?"

Timmy took off one of his jackets and draped it around Lyall's
shoulders. He snuggled into it gratefully.

"Thanks, Timmy."

"No problem, Kid. Well, have you?"

"Have I what? Oh, fought with Colin. Yeah, I guess, he dumped me."

"He dumped you? I thought you guys were really tight. Best friends forever,
and all that."

"I thought so too. Colin didn't.'

"He's an idiot then. You're a great kid, and if Colin can't see that then
he's not good enough anyway."

"He's good enough. He just doesn't want to know me anymore."

"He's a fool." Timmy busied himself, putting his 'spotter' in the water and
laying out his other gear. Lyall sat watching him quietly.

"So," Timmy sat peering into the water, it was still too dark to see
really. "You guys are boyfriends aren't you?"

"What? What makes you think that?" Lyall looked at the back of his head.

Timmy turned around and looked him in the eyes. "Come on, Little Lyall -
this is me. I've known you forever and I've got eyes in my head. He's your
boyfriend, isn't he?"

"Well, okay, yes he was. But not now, he dumped me." The stupid tears
started again.

Timmy shuffled back, put an arm around his shoulders and hugged him. Lyall
SO needed a hug - he snuggled into him.

"Like I said, he's an idiot. You're a great kid, a really great kid, and if
he's too stupid to see that, well he doesn't deserve you. Want me to go and
smack some sense into him?"

"No Timmy," he grinned despite his tears. "Thanks, but that wouldn't fix
anything. You leave him alone."

"Might be fun trying though."

"No it wouldn't. You leave him. You're being really cool about this."

"Of course I am. I'm a really cool guy. Maybe if Boniface is not around,
you might see that too."

"Eh? What does that mean?"

"It means what you think it does. Look, Lyall, I'm gay too and I've always
had a soft spot for you, I always have had. I hope Boniface really has
gone. If he has, just remember that I'm still here. For fifteen years I've
been living next-door, wishing and hoping that one day you might look my
way."

"Really? Really?? Shit, Timmy. I didn't know."

"No you didn't, but now you do. Think about it Lyall. Think about me when
you're ready for another boyfriend."

"Timmy, thanks. You're a cool guy and a good friend. An excellent friend,
but I've just never thought about you like that."

"I know you didn't. When we were little, two years was a huge age-gap, but
now we're older and it's not so much really. Think about it. Think about me
.I would never make you cry, I would look after you because I love you. I
always have."

"Really?"

Yes, really. Now, come on, Little Blue Shivering Boy. On your feet and I'll
take you home."

They stood up and Lyall hugged him. "Thanks Timmy, you're still my hero. I
can walk home. You came here to fish."

"It's still too early to fish. Come on, Little Guy. I've got Dad's car up
there. It'll only take five minutes and you're freezing."

"Yeah, I am. Okay, thanks."

"You're welcome my friend."

On the way back across town, Lyall sat quietly enjoying the warmth of the
car and gazing out the window. His mind was in turmoil again. Timmy Lee?
Timmy Lee loved him?  Truly? Maybe there would be life after Colin after
all. He'd never thought of Timmy like that. Well why not anyway? Timmy was
a great guy. He was big and strong, but gentle.  He knew he'd never hurt
him. He never had. In all the years that they were growing up, Timmy was
his hero and his role model. Always patient with his younger neighbour,
Timmy was like a big brother to him. A good big brother, like a big brother
should be.

But now? Well? A young, single gay boy could do a lot worse than Timmy
Lee. A lot worse.

It was almost full daylight now, the night was all-but gone and the light
was chasing the shadows away, just like Timmy had chased the shadows away
from his head. He glanced at him, then turned around and had a good long
look. He liked what he saw.

His boyhood Hero. He'd always felt safe when Timmy was around. Not only was
he big and strong, he also had a protective and caring sort of
nature. Everyone liked Timmy Lee, he was a good guy. Lyall's mother adored
him.

Somewhere along the line, Timmy had also turned into quite a hunk. He was
hot! He had long, floppy, yellow-blond hair and muscles - big
muscles. Timmy was one of those boys who's Speedos made Lyall's mouth
water. Nice. And, he was gay! Anyone would be lucky to have Timmy, and - he
loved Lyall and always had. He'd always known that too, sort of.

Timmy smiled his cute, shy, little smile. "Whatcha looking at, Little
Lyall?"

"You, Timmy. Just you. Thanks for being there and thanks for being you."

"I don't have a lot of choice about that, but I'm here for you, just like
always. I always will be, I love you Little Lyall."

"I guess I love you too, Neighbour. I think I always have. But, I dunno. I
was really in love with Colin you know."

"Yeah, I know you were. Don't worry, I'll wait for you. I'll wait as long
as it takes, I figure you're worth it."

"I'm worth bugger all. But, thanks. You're making me feel a lot better
about myself."

"Look in the mirror. You're a great kid. Boniface is an idiot."

"Yeah. Yeah, he is. Thanks Timmy."

The car pulled up outside his home. "Thanks again," Lyall got out and was
about to close the door, but he stopped and jumped back in again. He slid
across the seat and hugged Timmy tightly.

"Thank you Timmy. Really thank you. You're the greatest."

"You're welcome, Little Guy. Anytime. Now go and get some sleep."

"I will now. I'll see you later, Timmy. I ...." He pushed forward and
kissed him on the lips, then he climbed out and stood waving as Timmy drove
away back to the river.

"What a guy! Fuck Colin. Colin who? I don't need him."

He started inside, down the driveway to the back door, when he was stopped
by a voice from the shadows on the front porch.

"Don't waste any time do you?'

"What? Colin! What are you doing here, Boniface?"

"I dunno. Wasting my time I think. I thought I left something here, looks
like I was wrong."

"You left what here? I don't know what you're talking about."

"You, Lyall. I came back to tell you that I'm sorry."

"You're sorry? So you should be, you bastard. How could you just dump me
like that?"

"It was easy, because I'm stupid." Colin stood up and came out of the
shadows. He was a mess, and had he been crying? Yeah, probably. Why?

"I'm sorry. I was wrong and I'm really sorry. I know I'm just a prick, but
I was scared, okay? Scared of everything - life, the future, whatever. I've
been sitting here all night, waiting for you, waiting to tell you that I'm
sorry and to beg you to take me back. I never dreamed that you'd go and get
someone else already. I guess I just stuffed my life up."

"How have you stuffed your life up?"

"I destroyed the best thing I ever had."

Colin was definitely crying now and he started to walk away. "Goodbye,
Lyall. I hope you're happy with Timmy. I hope he loves you half as much as
I do."

"What? Stop Colin. Say that again."

"I hope Timmy loves you? I do, you deserve it."

"Not that. The other thing you said."

"I love you? I do. I love you Lyall. I didn't want to but I do. I love
you. Breaking up with you is the stupidest thing I've ever done in my whole
life. I SO wish that I could wake up and find that last night was a bad
dream, but it wasn't was it?"

"It's over, Colin."

"I know. I'm sorry. I'll leave you alone."

"You'd better not."

"You what? I'd better not what?"

"You'd better not leave me alone. I love you Colin Boniface. I'm so in love
with you, you bastard."

"But....but....but you said it's over."

"Yeah. Last night's over. Kiss me, Colin."

"Lyall!" The tears were still flowing, but both boy's smiles had come back.

"Lyall, I love you so much. I just want to spend my life loving you -
always."

"Colin, shut up. Kiss me. I love you, bloody idiot."


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