Date: Sun, 11 Nov 2012 22:38:51 +0000
From: Bobby Chester <thebobbyfish@gmail.com>
Subject: Jamie Lawrence, Chapter Twelve

Jamie Lawrence - Chapter Twelve

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For the American readers amongst you; This story is set in England. The use
of the word "College" refers to the institution attended by children aged
16-19.

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Jamie Lawrence - Chapter Twelve

  "No, this is ridiculous. If Callum sleeps on the couch again, we're going
to have to get him a new spine. Shall I check the Yellow Pages for Spines R
Us?" Shane stared angrily at his father.

  "What do you suggest we do?" Gerry flicked his eyebrows. "I've lent the
air mattress to Roger."

  "Then he'll just have to share my bed." Shane continued to stare at his
father until his phone started to beep. He shoved it against his
ear. "Yeah?"

  'I really need to talk to you and Jamie.' Shane heard Darren sob. 'Can we
meet? Please?'

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  "When you say he sounded upset?" asked Jamie as he jogged.

  "I mean he sounded, like, really distraught. I've never heard him like
that before. Honestly, I'm worried."

  "And why are we running?"

  "Because he said that he was waiting for us at the Golden Lion pub. I'm
worried he might be looking for a dealer. There he is!"

  Darren was pacing in front of the pub chewing on a fingernail. His eyes
were wide and he looked on the verge of tears.

  Shane touched Jamie's chest to stop him. "Let me." He walked up to Darren
and took both of Darren's shoulders. "Darren?"

  Darren looked at Shane and suddenly blurted out "How did you know you
were gay?"

  Shane was stunned by the question. Darren and he had never really shared
intimate information before, and it took him by surprise. When Shane
thought about the answer, he smiled wistfully. "The first time I knew for
certain was the first time I kissed Jamie."

  "And it didn't, you know, scare you."

  Shane laughed. "Fuck, I was petrified! Right after we kissed, I told him
that I was gonna kick the shit out of him if he told anyone. I spent the
whole day FREAKING out!"

  That didn't seem to be the answer Darren wanted. He groaned, pressed both
palms to his forehead and resumed his pacing.

  "Darren. What happened?" Shane furrowed his brow, worried.

  Darren threw himself to the floor and rested against the wall of the
pub. Obviously worried, Jamie darted over and slipped against Darren's left
side. Shane took the right. "What's going on?" asked Jamie, concern in his
voice.

  Darren took a few deep breaths before managing to eke out one
sentence. "I think I just kissed a boy." He stuffed his face into his hands
again.

  Shane and Jamie stared at each other across Darren's body. Jamie tried in
vain to hide a little smirk. 'God, Jamie's cute,' thought Shane, before
returning to the matter at hand. "I think we need to know more, Darren."

  Darren started to sob. "You know that guy I mentioned? Kyle; the nurse?"
They both nodded. "Well, I was, like, comforting him. Giving him a hug, you
know? And then I started thinking that his shampoo smelled nice." Through
his tears, Darren smiled. "He kept calling himself a silly bitch, and I
kept telling him he was wrong. Before I even knew what the fuck was
happening, I was kissing him."

  Jamie touched Darren's brow. "Did you like it? Is that why you're so
upset?"

  Darren nodded and rested his head limply on Jamie's shoulder. Jamie
wrapped his arms around Darren and gave Shane a smile. He mouthed the words
'You owe me a fiver'. To Darren he said, "It's okay, sweetie." He kissed
Darren's forehead.

  Shane cleared his throat to ask the million pound question. "Darren, do
you think you might be gay?"

  Darren started to cry. "I don't know. This is all just so fucked up!"
Jamie shushed him softly and Darren actually laid his head against his
chest. Jamie stroked Darren's head and waited with Shane for more. "I like
Kyle, though." Darren smiled serenely.

  Shane's heart melted. It was clear in Darren's face that he had feelings
for this 'Kyle' boy. What was even clearer was that he didn't understand
those feelings.

  Jamie continued to stroke Darren's head. "Have you thought about asking
him out?" He asked it gently as if it were a mere curiosity, rather than a
veiled hint.

  Shane shook his head angrily. He motioned for Jamie to move away a
little. Out of earshot, Shane voiced his concern. "Darren is in
therapy. He's falling apart at the seams, and you want him to turn gay?"

  Jamie looked at Shane with fury in his eyes. "TURN gay?"

  "You know what I mean. I think it's fucked up to throw this on top of all
the other shit he has to deal with. Maybe we should give him the same
advice your parents gave you."

  "What? Do nothing? That's great. Pretend he's straight, marry some lovely
girl. Have a couple of cute little bambinos. Then he can admit he's gay and
ruin all those lives." Jamie shook his head. "No. He goes on ONE date with
a guy, and he finds out for sure."

  Shane chuckled. "We're acting like parents."

  "Good practice for later." Jamie winked before dragging Shane back over
to Darren. "So, what do you think of my idea?"

  Darren shook his head quickly, looking slightly sick. "I can't do it."

  Jamie winked at Shane. "That's a shame. I guess we could always hook
Matty up with Kyle. He always wanted to date a nurse. Now we've found him
one."

  "What?! No! Matty can't have him."

  "Why not? If you don't want him..." Jamie's acting was impeccable.

  "I do!" It seemed to take a minute for Darren to realise what he had just
said, and another minute for him to realise that Jamie had tricked him into
it. He started to chuckle. "You little shit!" He playfully shoved Jamie
away.

  Jamie was giggling heartily. "So where are you taking him for your first
date?"

  "Fuck, that's too scary to even think about. Am I really gonna ask a dude
out?"

  "We're not asking you to marry the guy. Just see if there's any..." Shane
stood and rotated his hips with his hands behind his head before finishing
his sentence. "Passion."

  "Sit down before you hurt yourself," said Jamie. "Darren. If you're
really not sure about this, then don't do it. If you do it and you are in
fact straight, all you've managed to do is hurt Kyle and give yourself
something to regret. You need to be definite that you want to do this."

  "You know, a week ago I would've beaten Kyle up over this."

  "A week ago you were splayed out on the floor with a broken nose, so
maybe the old you isn't the smartest dude ever," Shane pointed out. "By the
way, how's the whole 'recovery' thing going?"

  "Pretty good. The docs don't think I was, like, a serious addict or
anything. They thing more than anything I need therapy and some will
power. I've been seeing this therapist called Beth Lawre..." He paused and
looked thoughtfully at Jamie. "What was your mum's name?"

  Jamie looked at Shane with a huge, beautiful grin on his
face. "Uh-oh. We've been rumbled." He giggled and looked back at
Darren. "Yeah, Beth's my mother."

  "What the fuck! Are you lot conspiring against me?"

  "No." Jamie put a hand on Darren's thigh. "It's just a coincidence. Well,
actually, not so much. If you want good therapy, my Mum's the best in the
area, so you were bound to end up with her."

  "I guess that makes sense. So, what do I do about Kyle?"

  Jamie handed Darren his phone. "Call him, you numpty."

  "I don't have his number."

  Jamie rolled his eyes. "You said he is working in my Mum's office today?"
Darren nodded. "Then call him there."

  Darren started to dial and snapped the phone shut. He pulled it open
again and started to dial again before closing it again. He repeated the
process once more before Jamie grabbed the phone off him.

  "For heaven's sake." Jamie dialled and waited before hitting loudspeaker
so that he and Shane could both listen.

  'Psychology department. Kyle speaking.'

  "H-h-hi, K-Kyle," stammered Darren. "It's D-Darren."

  'Ooh, hey D-darling,' mocked Kyle. He sounded so happy to hear Darren's
voice. "What's up? Besides my dad's cholesterol."

  "I was w-wondering if you wanted to d-do s-something this w-weekend?
Like, w-with me." Jamie was mouthing the words 'calm down' and 'breathe'.

  There was a pause on the line. Darren looked like he was about to cry
when Kyle suddenly said 'Are you sure, sweets? After what happened before,
I thought...'

  "Yeah. I'm s-sure."

  'Well, I can't say no to a cutie like you. Get a pen and I'll give you my
digits.' Shane quickly pulled out his own phone and tapped the number in on
Darren's behalf. 'Don't forget to call me, babez. Ciao.' Kyle make a quick
kissing noise before the line went dead.

  "Congratulations, cutie," said Jamie with a mischievous smile. "I think
he likes you." Darren gave Jamie another playful shove, his face burning
red and a huge, goofy smile on his face.

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  Callum Henry was a shy boy, and generally didn't speak to anybody unless
they were related to him. Family HAD to like him, but nobody else was under
any such obligation. The person he felt most comfortable around was his
cousin Shane. Three years older than the thirteen year old, Shane had
always been somebody Callum could look up to, and he had never had any
qualms about being around him. He was more comfortable with Shane than he
was with his own mother.

  When he found out that he and his mother would be staying at the Carters'
for the duration of Diane's recovery, he was over the moon. He would have a
live-in best friend for the remainder of the summer, and a little more
beyond.

  It had become a little awkward when Shane insisted that Callum stay in
his bed with him. He had never really got over his night-terrors, and some
nights he still awoke, sweating and crying. Still, if anybody would be
sympathetic, it was Shane. He was so nice to Callum.

  When Thursday night came calling, Callum slipped into his pyjamas and
tucked himself against the wall in Shane's bed leaving a good four feet for
Shane. He didn't want to take more in case Shane got angry. Shane walked in
a few minutes later in his pyjamas and took one look at Callum clinging to
the wall before laughing. "Do I stink or something?"

  Callum blushed and shook his head. Shane slipped into the bed and took up
one half, leaving the other to him. Callum relaxed and squeezed his eyes
shut. "Thanks for letting me sleep here," he said with heart-felt
appreciation.

  "It's cool. How're the vertebrae?" He sounded drowsy.

  Callum giggled, his voice momentarily lapsing into it's prepubescent
pitch. "Not too bad." He was going to say more, but he heard a shift in
Shane's breathing and figured the bigger boy had fallen asleep.

  He lay listening to the sound of Shane's breathing for a long time before
he finally drifted off himself.

  When the daylight broached the curtains and struck Callum's eyes, he
stirred. As he moved slowly, he felt arms wrapped around himself. He tipped
his head and saw Shane cuddled up against his back, spooning him. More than
that, he could feel Shane's morning erection pressed between the cheeks of
his bottom, their cotton pyjamas the only barrier. Curiosity welled within
him and he cautiously moved in tighter against Shane. He felt the steel rod
press more firmly into his posterior and for a moment, it simply rested
there.

  Shane woke slowly and he cast his eyes over the situation. "Sorry,
Cal. I'll just get that out of your way." He chuckled and lay on his back,
removing his morning wood from Callum's backside. "Gotta go drain the
lizard." He rose and fixed his pyjamas before leaving.

  Alone, Callum gingerly reached into his own pyjamas and touched his own
five inch steely rod. It was definitely and interesting feeling. He thought
of Jasmine Newman from his school as he began to happily stroke away.

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  On Friday evening, Gerry ditched his Mercedes in the driveway and opted
to take a cab. Outside the Duck on the Water, he stuffed money into the
hand of the odorous cabbie and wandered into the dingy, disgusting pub. All
told, it wasn't an auspicious start to his new project.

  He spied the man slumped at the bar and approached. He held up one finger
to the barman who immediately poured him a whisky. Gerry settled into the
seat next to Johnny Lawrence and sighed dramatically. "Long day."

  Johnny's head flew up. "Huh?" He didn't look like he had been drinking at
all. Gerry hoped that was true. "You talking to me?"

  "Well, I was talking to my drink, but if you're hungry for talk, I guess
I could buy your next round."

  Johnny smiled widely. "Now you mention it, I AM feeling a little chatty."

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  Saturday night came slowly to Darren. In the two days since he had asked
Kyle out, he had flitted frequently between frantically nervous and
desperately excited until finally it was time to jump in the shower and
ready himself for his first real date, with either a boy or a girl.

  When he had started going out with Sarah, it had simply been because she
was there. He never asked her out on a first date. In fact, unless they
were making out, they were generally never in the same room.

  Darren had no clue about proper dating, but at least now he was over the
hard part. He had officially asked Kyle out and made proper plans to be
alone together for a significant amount of time. Granted, they were going
to see a film, so their attention would be divided, but he planned that
they would stop for coffee after the movie.

  Primped and preened, Darren continued to stare at his reflection for
longer than was really necessary. He wondered if Jamie was right and he
really was just going to break Kyle's heart when he realised he was
straight. But hadn't Jamie also said he needed to find out?

  Darren stared hard into the eyes of his reflection. "Let's do this." He
checked his outfit one last time. He had decided to go simple; dark jeans
to make his legs look slim and a t-shirt with a very low neckline which
showed the outlines of his pecs. He grabbed his leather jacket and headed
downstairs to the kitchen.

  "You look nice, dear," said Darren's mother, glancing at Darren quickly
before returning to fuss over a half-chopped onion. She didn't really seem
to be paying him any real attention to him. Nothing new there.

  "I've got a date." Darren started to pat himself down, checking for his
wallet, phone, keys and anything else he may need for the night.

  "That's nice. What's her name?"

  In his distraction to check himself over, Darren didn't really think
before he simply said "Kyle." He froze as soon as the name crossed his
lips. He sent up a silent prayer that his mother hadn't realised what he
had said. The sound of the knife clattering against the chopping board told
him that his prayer had gone unheeded.

  "I'm sorry; Kyle?"

  Darren closed his eyes tight and bit his lip. 'Maybe if I don't move,
she'll forget I'm here,' he thought wistfully.

  "Darren, are you...g-gay?"

  "Balls." Darren sighed. "It's not what it seems. I just..." Darren had no
idea how to finish the sentence for the best. He could say that he just
wanted to get to know the guy, but since there was more to it than that, it
seemed wrong to say it. At any rate, a date is a date no matter what your
intentions. He sighed again. "I don't know. But I want to find out."

  Darren watched his mother's face. She moved her head left and right with
a slightly dazed look for a few seconds. He had seen this look twice
before. Once when she decided to leave Darren's birth father, and then
again when she decided to ask his new father to move in with them. It was
her 'assessing the options' look.

  She nodded, blinked and faced her son. "Right. I want to meet him."

  Darren was stunned. 'That was easy,' he thought. "Wait, meet him?"

  "Yes. I want to meet the boy who you want to date. I would do the same if
it was a girl, so don't go getting bent out of shape over it." She started
chopping her onions again, humming softly to herself.

  Darren reeled. He had just dropped one of the biggest bombshells a son
can drop, and she was going on with her day. Maybe she really did love him
after all. "Well, okay then. That's him beeping right now; I'll go get
him."

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  Tanya Dempster was glad she was cutting onions. When her son returned
with his date, she could claim that the misty look in her eyes could be
attributed to that, rather than the grief she was feeling. She had decided
very quickly that a gay son was better than an estranged son.

  She kept muttering encouragements to herself. "It doesn't mean what it
used to. I can still have grandchildren. So what if it's a civil
partnership instead of a marriage? He's still my baby boy." She put her
wrist beneath her eye and swept away a tear when she heard the front door
swing open.

  She dumped the onions in the pan and turned to face the boys. She
apologised for her eyes before offering her hand to a little waif of a
thing. His hair was blonde and swept to the side with gel, making him look
'preppy'. He wore a bright yellow shirt under a thin, fuchsia jumper which
tightly hugged his tiny frame. He had his eyebrow pierced as well as his
lip, but most importantly, he had the most infectious smile Tanya had ever
seen.

  "Mum, this is Kyle."

  "Hey chick-a-dee." Kyle gave Tanya a wink.

  Darren chuckled. "Kyle likes to call people silly names. I don't think he
even notices he's doing it." Kyle stuck his tongue out a Darren. Tanya
found herself smiling widely as she watched the pair banter with each
other. They didn't seem to have 'first date jitters' in any way. They
seemed so comfortable around each other.

  "So, Kyle. What are your plans this evening?"

  "We're going to see a chick flick."

  "That's not your type of film, is it Darren?"

  "I know, but Kyle really had his heart set on this 'The Forever Kiss'
thing."

  "Speaking of which," interrupted Kyle. "We're going to miss it if we
don't shake a tail feather." Darren looked at his watch and nodded. Kyle
grabbed his hand, and with a cheery "Bye chick-a-dee," they both left.

  Alone in the kitchen, Tanya whispered into the pan "Take care of him."

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  Darren walked into the movie theatre with Kyle at his side. He scanned
around and gathered that 'The Forever Kiss' was not a big hit. In a screen
for two hundred people, there were barely twenty. Kyle had checked with
Darren three times before they got their tickets, for which Kyle outright
refused to allow Darren to pay.

  Darren took Kyle's hand and led him to the third-to-last row. Nobody was
sitting behind them. He shucked his jacket and deposited it on the seat to
his right before leaning on the armrest between his and Kyle's seat. Kyle
settled in as the film started rolling.

  The first ten minutes were the typical preamble of every mediocre romance
film in which you meet the two protagonists and establish why they could
never be together. Fairly standard. Kyle kept 'aww'ing at the film, but
Darren was growing restless.

  He was wondering whether it would be appropriate for him to lift the
armrest and wrap his arm around Kyle's shoulders. Twice his arm raised
halfway to do it before he would chicken out and pretend to scratch his
nose.

  The third time, he half raised his arm and Kyle immediately seized it in
his own. He lifted the armrest himself and dragged Darren's arm over his
body. He tucked himself into Darren and placed his right hand on Darren's
left thigh. The film rolled on.

  Halfway in, Kyle looked up at Darren. "Sweetie, your ticker is drowning
out the film. Would you calm down?"

  Darren gulped. "Mmhm."

  Kyle leaned forward and started to pull his jumper off. It was so tight
that as he lifted it, his shirt came away with it, revealing his slender
torso. Darren drank in the sight before him; infinitely more interesting
than the film.

  Kyle was so slim that he had a six pack by default. He didn't have a
treasure trail, nor did he have any chest hair. What he did have were two
pink nipples and a very cute tattoo of three stars leading up one side of
his V-section. Darren couldn't help himself.

  While Kyle was still trying to disentangle himself from the mess of
clothes that were now encasing his head, Darren reached forward and took a
tiny pec in each hand, before gently moving both down Kyle's chest. The
soft skin sent Darren's heart rate through the roof. Kyle giggled when
Darren first touched him, and then when he started his slow move downward,
he moaned quietly, his head still hidden inside his jumper. "Oi," he
giggled again. "Behave yourself." He was finally able to ditch his jumper
and pulled his shirt back over his body, much to Darren's disappointment.

  Kyle returned to the crook of Darren's arm and put his hand back on his
thigh. When his hand touched down, it rested on Darren's long, throbbing
erection which had developed whilst Darren explored Kyle's body. Feeling
the pole, Kyle looked down at it and smiled.

  He looked back to the screen, but his hand became Darren's
entertainment. Kyle started to very slowly squeeze Darren's cock through
the denim jeans. Darren closed his eyes and tipped his head back as Kyle's
hand rocked back and forth over the length of the shaft.

  Darren's breathing was becoming ragged as the friction worked it's
magic. Darren could almost feel his orgasm approaching, when Kyle dragged
his head down. Their lips met and Kyle squeezed even harder. As their
tongues found each other, Kyle rubbed faster and faster until Darren was
moaning into his mouth. The lip ring made things interesting.

  Before long, Darren grabbed hold of Kyle's neck and rested his forehead
against Kyle's as he felt the waves of pleasure blast through his entire
being. It was by far the best orgasm he had ever had.

  "Aah, aah, aah. Aaaah!" He felt the fourth shot leaving his dick and
immediately thrust his tongue deep inside Kyle's mouth. Their kiss put the
actors on the screen to shame. It seemed to go on forever, and Darren
wanted it to.

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  "I'm glad Matthew cancelled the drinks. I much prefer what we're doing
now."

  "Oh, I know you do." Jamie could feel Shane's erection pressing against
his bare thigh.

  "How do you think Darren and Kyle's date is going?" asked Shane.

  Jamie just shrugged, a feat made difficult by the fact that Shane was
currently lying on top of him. He thought it was strange that Shane was
thinking about Kyle and Darren, given what they were in the middle of
doing. "Did I say you could stop?" said Jamie, giving Shane a look that
left no doubt as to what he meant.

  Shane chuckled and went back to kissing and nuzzling at Jamie's
neck. "Hey, I was wondering." He kissed Jamie's collarbone. "If you wanted
to change things up a little." He sucked on Jamie's neck a little. "Did you
ever want to be the 'top'?"

  "Phew," said Jamie. "I thought you were going to suggest whips and
chains."

  "Well, I'd like to try that too. Maybe not whips and chains, but, you
know, bringing some fun stuff into the bedroom."

  Jamie gulped audibly.

  "It's okay if you don't want to."

  'Damn,' thought Jamie. He was being so reasonable, it just didn't seem
fair to give him an outright 'no'. "Can I think about it?"

  Shane nodded. "And the other thing?"

  "Other thing? Oooooh." Jamie took Shane's hand and pressed it to his
cock. "You want me to ravish you with this." He giggled.

  Shane took Jamie in hand and started to rub while he kissed all over his
neck. "I was thinking of your birthday."

  "This doesn't excuse you from buying me a proper present," said Jamie,
only half seriously. He moaned softly as Shane continued to please him with
his lips.

  "I've already got your proper present," said Shane, planting his lips
firmly on Jamie's left nipple.

  Jamie forced Shane's head away from his chest and looked at him. "Really?
Tell me, tell me, tell me!"

  "Your birthday isn't for another month, so shut up. I won't tell."

  Jamie started to pout as cutely as he possibly could. He thrust his
bottom lip out, which of course was a mistake as Shane immediately took it
into his mouth and started to nibble at it. Jamie, lost in the feelings of
Shane's kisses and his hand on his throbbing cock, lost the will to pout.

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  Darren dangled his coat in front of the large wet spot in his jeans as
they exited the cinema. Kyle giggled, half embarrassedly, half
mischievously. "Sorry. I guess I got a little carried away."

  Darren looked around to check there were no onlookers. Seeing that they
were alone, he pressed Kyle into the wall, resting his full body against
Kyle's. He kissed him deeply. "Don't apologise. I haven't cummed like that
since I discovered wanking."

  Kyle looked up into Darren's eyes, and Darren was staggered by how
beautiful he really was. "It's still early. You want to get a drink?" asked
Kyle.

  Darren chuckled. "I'm too young, cradle robber."

  Kyle blushed. "I guess I am."

  "Hey, I was kidding!" Darren berated himself. He should have known how a
crack like that would have sounded. "Let's get a coffee instead."

  Five minutes later, they were sat in Costa Coffee around the corner from
the GN16 theatre. Each had a large Latté. The sat on opposite sides of
the table. Kyle had looked like he wanted to cuddle up to Darren again, but
Darren was uncomfortable being in public like that.

  They talked for a long time about themselves. Darren told Kyle about his
music, his eyes wide as he talked about his favourite songs to play on the
various instruments he had studied. Kyle talked about his work with the
elderly patients and about how one old dear in particular seemed to dote on
him.

  Kyle revealed that every once in a while, he would appear in drag for a
night or two for a bar on the Gay Village. "Not like, full feather boa and
sequin nipple tassles. More a cute little dress and a wig. I do a few songs
like 'It's Raining Men,' offer a few kisses to the audience and then walk
around the bar for the rest of the night talking to the customers. It's a
laugh.

  Darren was fascinated. He had never met anyone like Kyle before. He was
so confident, so sure of himself; something that Darren wasn't. The only
thing that Darren was really sure of at the moment was that he liked
Kyle. He liked him a lot.

  Darren downed the last of his coffee.

  "Shall we?" asked Kyle, indicating the door. "I'll drop you at Casa
Darren."

  Darren was a little sad that their date had to come to an end. 'All good
things,' he thought to himself.

  Half an hour later, Kyle pulled up outside Darren's house. Darren was
about to jump out, but Kyle stopped him. He hopped out, flitted around the
front of the car and opened Darren's door for him. Darren laughed.

  Kyle walked him to his front door where they stood looking at each
other. "I had a great time tonight," said Darren, taking Kyle's hand.

  "Ditto."

  Darren leaned down five inches to Kyle's lips. They pressed together, and
Darren felt himself rising to the occasion once more. He gently playedd
with the lip ring with his tongue.

  They lip wrestled for a minute or two before Kyle pulled away. "Make sure
you give me a bell." He quickly touched his lips to Darren's before heading
off to his car. Darren watched him peel away in his bright orange Punto
before he went inside. He closed the door and leaned against it, sliding to
the ground.

  He sat there for a few seconds, a wide smile on his face. "Oh, yeah. I'm
definitely gay."

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I hope you enjoyed this. Don't go looking for 'The Forever Kiss'. I made it
up.

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to email me with your thoughts at thebobbyfish@gmail.com

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Keep an eye out for unlucky Chapter Thirteen!