Date: Mon, 24 Dec 2012 01:13:47 +0000
From: Bobby Chester <thebobbyfish@gmail.com>
Subject: Jamie Lawrence, Chapter Sixteen
Jamie Lawrence - Chapter Sixteen
All the usual disclaimers apply.
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Jamie Lawrence - Chapter Sixteen
Wednesday afternoons at Bury College were reserved for sporting events
held on college grounds, and as such, no lessons were ever held at that
time. The event for the first week of term happened to be a friendly
football match between the first years and the second years.
Matty had had every intention of going down to watch the game. He wasn't
about to pass up an opportunity to watch twenty two sweaty teenaged boys
running around in shorts, however, when he noticed Oliver leaving the
college, hurrying as fast as his little legs would carry him, his plans
changed. On an impulse, Matty followed and found that, rather than heading
west toward the bus station, he headed east.
Matty was not sneaky by nature, but he found that he kept his distance
from Oliver and even ducked behind a phone booth when he thought that he
was about to look back. After nearly ten minutes of tailing the little
red-head, Matty found himself in a cemetery.
Oliver's pace didn't slow until he reached a white marble headstone that
couldn't have been more than a few month's old. Matty slipped behind a
granite monument, just within earshot of Oliver and listened carefully to
the boy as he addressed the grave.
"Hey Ronnie. Sorry I didn't come yesterday; I started college and it was
sort of hectic." There was a pause. "Mum and Dad are okay. They miss you,
just like I do, but they're doing okay."
"Uncle Walter got better," he said brightly. "They say he's got another
ten years at least; it's like he's invincible. Dad said that the only way
he's going to end up in the ground is if we put him there ourselves." He
chuckled to himself.
Oliver spent ten minutes talking as if he were just catching up with
somebody, seemingly unbothered by the fact that he was talking to a slab of
marble. Matty sat and listened. Oliver's voice was so stunningly beautiful
that Matty couldn't help but sit and listen.
Oliver abruptly fell silent. He said nothing for a few minutes and Matty
grew concerned that he had left when he started speaking again. "I met a
cute boy yesterday. His name's Matty and he's...he's just completely
gorgeous. 'Course, I don't stand a chance with him, but...wow."
Again he fell silent and Matty heard him sniffling. "I miss you so much,
Ronnie." He started crying. "You arsehole! You should've just left!"
Matty couldn't listen to him cry and do nothing. He rose from his little
hide-out and moved toward Oliver. Oliver, suddenly aware of Matty's
presence, wiped frantically at his eyes and tried to hide his face in his
hood.
Matty didn't say anything. He simply sat down next to Oliver and put his
right arm around his shoulders. Oliver resisted for a few seconds, but when
Matty squeezed him tighter, he relented. He put his head against Matty's
chest and started to bawl like a broken-hearted child, clinging to the
bigger boy. Hearing the anguish pouring out of his little red-head, Matty
choked back a few tears of his own. He stroked Oliver's hair as he stared
at the headstone.
Ronald Peter Rose
Beloved son and brother
1991-2012
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Unusually for Kyle, as he made his way around the Geriatrics ward, he
didn't bounce. He put on his usual cheery voice for the patients in his
care, but he didn't feel it in his core. He had officially been without
Darren for three and a half days, and those three and a half days were
weighing on him heavily.
Kyle made his way through the ward that was his domain. "Now, who have we
got here?" asked Kyle of the newest addition to his ward; a women of
perhaps seventy or eighty with an almost non-existent body. He picked up
her chart and flicked through a few pages. "Agnes Williams," he read from
her file. "How are you today Aggie?" he asked brightly.
"Not too shabby, cutie pie," she said, equally as brightly. Kyle started
checking Aggie's machines and bed for any problems when Aggie suddenly took
his hand in her own. "Oh, child. Your heart is broken."
Kyle froze. Partly because the firmness of this tiny old lady's grip was
more than he would have expected, but also because her piercing blue eyes
seemed to be seeing farther into him than they should. "P-pardon?" he
stammered.
"I said that you're suffering, my dear." She reached up and gently
touched Kyle's cheek. Kyle, who hadn't cried since the night he had kicked
Darren out of his life, felt the dam burst. A wave of anguish flooded
through him and he could contain himself no longer.
Regardless of the eight elderly women in the room, Kyle began to
cry. Aggie shifted over in her bed and pulled Kyle onto it, settling his
head onto her frail little chest. She held him for a long time, stroking
his hair and whispering that it was going to be okay.
When finally the tears abated and he was able to calm down, Aggie kissed
his forehead. "There. Isn't that better?"
"I'm so sorry. That was so unprofessional!" He shook himself, trying to
return to his usual bubbly self.
"Ah, screw professional," she said, waving her hand at him. The youthful
expression seemed strange coming from such an elderly source. "You can't
look after this lot of old coots if you're all torn up inside." She leaned
over to her bedside table, grabbed a tissue and started to dab at Kyle's
face. "Oh, dear; you're going to have to redo your foundation."
Kyle giggled. "I don't mind that, as long as my lip gloss is fine." He
pouted his lips, trying to look as sexy as possible.
Aggie chuckled heartily. "You look wonderful, darling."
"Hey Nanna!" exclaimed a voice from behind Kyle.
Aggie looked over Kyle's shoulder. "James! My little sweetie." Aggie
sounded so happy. Kyle turned around and laid eyes on two young men. His
jaw immediately dropped. He recognised them; he had watched them having sex
on a surveillance tape a week ago. "And you've brought me some eye-candy!"
said Aggie, glancing at the blond boy.
"Hands off, Nanna. Shane's mine." James leaned in and kissed his
grandmother on the lips. Shane also leaned in and kissed her on the cheek.
"Spoil-sport. I'll just have to settle for this cutie here!" Aggie
pinched Kyle's cheek and gave him a silly grin.
Kyle turned to the boys. "I'm Kyle. I'm the nurse for this ward."
James furrowed his brow at the mention of Kyle's name. "I'm Jamie, and
this sexy creature here is my boyfriend, Shane. And don't mind my
Nanna. She flirts but she's harmless."
"That's what you think!" bellowed Aggie. "I'll turn Cutie Pie straight
before the end of the day!" Aggie laughed uproariously and gave Kyle a
wink.
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"He was my big brother," explained Oliver in his quiet voice.
He had cried for nearly twenty minutes, clinging to Matty all the
while. Matty had not lost patience once during that time. Just holding onto
the smaller boy felt like the best use of his time at that moment. Now they
were facing each other while still sitting before Ronnie's headstone.
"He was amazing." The look in Oliver's eyes when he said this told of
utter admiration; like his brother had been his hero. "He always had time
for me. Even when I was a stupid little kid and he should have been out
with his friends, he would choose to stay in and play games or whatever
with me."
"Did he know you were...?"
"Gay?" Oliver laughed a little sadly. "He was too. He figured it out
before I did and he helped me come out to Mum and Dad."
"That must have been hard on them; having two gay sons?" Matty fidgeted
slightly. He had yet to come out to his own parents and always felt awkward
talking to people who were already out.
"They took it really well, actually. Plus, they knew we'd always look
after each other, 'cause we'd always been close." Oliver reached into his
bag and retrieved his wallet. From inside, he pulled a photograph which he
handed to Matty.
The boy on the left was clearly Oliver, though he appeared to be a little
younger. He was grinning broadly and had his arms over the shoulder of
another red-head. This one, presumably Ronnie, looked to be around twenty
and was planting a kiss on Oliver's cheek. They looked incredibly happy.
"That's the last photo we ever took together. He, uh, he died six months
later."
"What happened to him?" The question had escaped Matty's mouth before he
realised that Oliver may not want to talk about it. "Sorry. If you don't
want to..."
"No. It's okay. He was beaten up by six guys." Oliver took a deep breath
and wiped away a tear with the sleeve of his old hoodie. "They kicked him
to death."
"That's awful!" exclaimed Matty.
Oliver nodded, seeming to have gone mute once again.
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have asked." Instinctively, Matty reached forward
and took Oliver's hand, but Oliver pulled away sharply.
Oliver looked at Matty apologetically. "Nothing personal. I just; I have
this thing about being touched."
Matty retracted his hand. "That's okay," he said, though he felt an
almost tangible jolt of pain. Unbidden, something Oliver had said earlier
came back to Matty. "You said earlier 'You should've just left'. What did
you mean?"
Oliver looked awkwardly at the ground, his eyes filling with tears
again. Suddenly he jumped to his feet. "I have to go." Without waiting for
Matty to respond, he jogged away.
Alone, Matty silently berated himself. "Wow, Matty," he said to
himself. "You certainly do know how to fuck up."
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Having finished their visit to the hospital, Jamie and Shane scurried to
Jamie's house. "Hurry up!" moaned Shane. "I want you!" He grabbed at
Jamie's arse.
"We don't have to hurry; we've got the house to ourselves," said Jamie,
closing the front door and pulling his jumper over his head. As he did, his
t-shirt rolled up with it and Shane took the opportunity to slip his tongue
into Jamie's belly button. "Mmm. That's nice," said Jamie, ditching his
jumper on the floor of the hallway.
"I had a hard-on all through my last class. Kept thinking about your
lovely..." He kissed Jamie's stomach. "Long..." He unbuttoned Jamie's
jeans. "Cock."
As Shane made to pull Jamie's jeans from around his bum, Jamie took his
chin in hand and pulled him to his feet. "I told you. We've got plenty of
time. Don't just go right for the gold."
"How about we fuck on the dining table?"
Jamie giggled. "You're incorrigible."
"Nope. Just horny." Shane grinned and pressed his crotch against Jamie's
so that he could feel his throbbing erection.
"Jamie? Is that you?" asked a voice from the kitchen.
"Shit!" Jamie buttoned up his jeans as fast as he could. "Dad. What are
you doing here?"
"I live here, remember?"
"I thought you were at the Duck on the Water," said Jamie, feeling a
little flustered as his father emerged from the kitchen carrying a cup of
coffee.
"I was going to go, but my mate Gerry Carter said that I should wait
until he could come with me. Great guy, that Gerry. Do you know him?"
Jamie was confused as to when they had started to hang out
together. "Yeah. We've met."
"And who's this?" asked Johnny, seeming to have only just noticed Shane.
Jamie cringed slightly. This was the fourth time he had had to introduce
his father to his boyfriend. "This is my boyfriend, remember Dad?"
"Oh. Sure." The look on his face clearly said that he had no idea, but
Jamie played along.
"Anyway, Dad. Me and Shane are going to my room to, uh, do homework."
Johnny smiled slightly. "Good lad."
Upstairs, Jamie flumped onto his bed and slung an arm over his
face. "Since when are your Dad and mine drinking buddies?"
"About a week now. Dad's been at the bar with Johnny almost every night."
"Fuck. Now I've turned YOUR Dad into a fucking alcoholic."
Shane came over and cuddled up to Jamie's side. "No, babe. You didn't
turn your Dad into an alcoholic. And as for mine; Dad is just being a
friend for Johnny. Come here." He kissed Jamie's cheek and gave him a big
hug. "I love you."
Jamie giggled. "You're just saying that because you want my...what was
it? Lovely, long cock?"
"Well, there is that. But I really, really love you."
"Good, because I really, really love you too." The two kissed.
Quick as a flash, Shane rolled Jamie onto his back and pinned his arms
above his head with one hand while with the other he reached down to
Jamie's zipper. He reached into Jamie's underwear and started to very
slowly stroke and squeeze Jamie's dick while his tongue continued its
assault of Jamie's mouth.
Something about not having the strength to break Shane's grip on him was
oddly thrilling for Jamie and he found himself breathing heavily and
thrusting his pelvis while Shane worked on his expanding cock. Jamie could
feel his climax approaching and started to moan into Shane's mouth when
suddenly, Shane released his grip on both Jamie's arms and his dick. No
longer being stimulated, Jamie's climax dissipated.
"I don't want you to cum yet," said Shane simply.
Jamie pouted. "Fine." Jamie stood up and stripped down to his boxers,
which were still tenting. He straddled Shane's lap and took each of his
wrists in hand, guiding his hands to his own chest. "I guess this..." He
pressed Shane's palms to his tiny chest and moved them over his
skin. "...is just too easy to resist." He started to gyrate into Shane's
crotch.
No longer needing to be guided, Shane continued his tactile exploration
of his boyfriend, caressing his nipples, stomach and slender thighs before
rolling the back of his boxers down just enough to cup Jamie's buttocks.
Through his gyrations, Jamie could feel that Shane was rising to the
occasion, so Jamie pressed down harder. Shane's breathing became heavier
and slower, his gaping lips tracing softly over Jamie's collarbone. Both
were entranced by the touch, taste and feel of each other.
Jamie pulled Shane's face to his own and slipped his tongue into his
mouth. They made out for a few seconds before Shane pulled away. "Fuck it!"
He rolled Jamie onto the bed and rolled himself off it. He kicked off his
shoes, shed his shirt and practically tore off his trousers. Jamie giggled
as he watched the high speed Chippendale show.
Before Shane climbed onto the bed, he pulled Jamie's boxers of and fully
engulfed his dripping hard-on, instantly driving Jamie wild. He ran his
tongue all around Jamie's dick-head, stopping momentarily over the
sensitive underside. Jamie threw his head back and moaned, revelling in the
feeling of his beautiful boyfriend's ministrations.
Altogether too soon for Jamie's liking, Shane pulled off and grabbed the
tube of KY on Jamie's nightstand. He slathered his dripping phallus in the
slippery substance and threw Jamie's legs over his shoulders. They kissed
deeply for a few seconds before Jamie felt the tip of Shane's dick press
against his rosebud.
He gave Shane a quick nod and Shane pressed harder until he was almost
halfway in. Ever the considerate lover, he stopped at this point. "You
good?" Again Jamie nodded. They had done this often enough that it caused
Jamie next to no discomfort to be entered.
Shane pressed into Jamie once more and was instantly balls deep. A few
drops of pre-cum dribbled from the end of Jamie's cock. Shane started
slowly, almost completely pulling out, leaving nothing but the head inside
Jamie before he plunged in right to the base.
Jamie closed his eyes and just enjoyed the feeling of having his
boyfriend's immense tool pressing time and time again against his
prostate. "Go faster, Shane," cooed Jamie, his eyes closed and both hands
clutching at Shane's hair.
Shane immediately picked up the pace, plunging deep into Jamie over and
over, each push bringing both of them closer to the edge. Shane grabbed
hold of Jamie's dick which was bouncing between them. He squeezed the
pre-cum out of the shaft and caught it on two fingers which he then stuck
into his mouth.
"Mmm. Fuck," he said as he started to rub Jamie's dick again.
"Fuck! I'm close, babe. Harder," cried Jamie. Shane pressed harder and
harder until the stimulation to his prostate drove Jamie to the
brink. "Fuck! I'm cumming! Aaah, aaaaah!" He grabbed fistfuls of his
bedding and cried out in ecstasy as he shot five powerful blasts of cum
over his chest and face.
Two more thrusts and Shane joined Jamie in orgasmic bliss, releasing an
almost primal scream as he unloaded his seed into Jamie. He fell on top of
Jamie and they made out with abandon, moaning loudly into each other's
mouths while they waited for their bliss to subside.
Breathing heavily and covered in sweat, the pair continued to writhe
against each other in a lip-lock that was in danger of becoming
permanent. Shane pulled away just long enough to say breathily "Fuck, I
love you."
"I love you too." Jamie kissed Shane again. "Do you want to go again?"
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Darren jumped off the bus and braced himself for what he was about to
do. He had arrived extra early just to give himself time to get it
right. He was not about to fuck this up again.
After getting lost three times, Darren finally found what he was looking
for; the Geriatrics ward. He approached the middle-aged woman at the main
desk. "Excuse me? I was wondering if Nurse Summers was on duty."
"Are you Darren?" Darren nodded, suddenly concerned that Kyle had banned
him from the ward. "He was right. You're just delicious!" She chuckled
warmly and pointed in the direction of the female ward. "Good luck."
Darren swallowed audibly and walked into the ward. Even from outside the
door, he could tell that Kyle was inside; his giggly voice pervaded the
air. Darren walked in and spotted him talking to an elderly woman with
glasses as thick as Darren's little finger. They appeared to be playing
Slapsies.
Darren approached slowly and cleared his throat to announce his
presence. "Kyle? C-can I t-talk to you?" he stammered. His voice was
plaintive, as befit his current mood.
Kyle looked up from his game and the old lady threw in a sneak attack,
slapping his hands gently. "Ha! I win!" cackled the old lady.
"You cheating bugger, Aggie!" giggled Kyle.
"You call it cheating; I call it a winning tactic. Now who's your
friend?"
"That's Darren. The one I told you about." The two were talking as if
Darren weren't even there.
"Ooh. You're right; he IS cute."
"What do you think? Should I talk to him?"
Aggie pursed her lips and stared hard at Darren. Behind Kyle's back,
Darren put his hands together as if in prayer and mouthed the word
'Please'. Finally, she said "What harm can it do?"
"Okay." He turned to Darren. "But we talk here. I don't have time to go
off on my toddles."
Darren's mouth went dry. He hadn't banked on having an audience;
especially not one with an average age of ninety. "Okay then. I'll keep it
simple. I want you back."
Kyle sighed. "Darren. I want you too, but you're a kid! We both need to
date someone our own age."
"No. We don't! We're meant for each other!" said Darren, his voice thick
with emotion. A couple of the old ladies who were listening intently
'aww'ed him at this.
"Don't be a ninny. There's no such thing as 'soul-mates', or love at
first sight, or any of that twaddle."
"Did I ever tell you about the night I went to the church?" Kyle shook
his head. "Well, it was raining and it was just after I'd tried to out my
friend, Shane. The rain literally blotted out everything but the church, so
I went inside, just to stay dry, you know?"
"Darren, what has this got to do with anything?"
"Just let me finish. I talked to this priest, and he made me want to fix
what I'd done to Shane. If I hadn't tried to fix that, I wouldn't have
gotten a broken nose." Darren was speaking faster and faster. He felt like
he needed Kyle to hear all of this before he lost interest forever.
"And this is important...?" asked Kyle, furrowing his brow.
"Yes. If I hadn't broken my nose, I wouldn't have begged my Mum for
therapy. No therapy, no hospital. No hospital-" He took Kyle's hand in his
own. "...no you."
"Darren, I don't..."
"You came into my life when I needed you the most. You came to me after I
prayed to God for salvation; for forgiveness, and what did he do? He sent
me an Angel. He sent me you."
Kyle smiled shyly. "Darren..."
"Before you say anything, I have something." He reached into his bag and
pulled out the jewellery box he had picked up earlier that day. "This is
for you."
Darren could sense all the old ladies craning to get a better look at
what was going on, but he didn't care anymore. Kyle reached out and lifted
the lid on the box. When he saw what was inside, he gasped.
Darren had purchased a white gold bracelet. It had a band of delicate
links all around, with the exception of a plate with two words in
intricately designed lettering engraved upon it.
"'My Angel'" read Kyle, a smile on his lips. Momentarily, Darren wondered
what flavour he would find on Kyle's lips today.
On either side of the words were two jewels, the exact colour of Kyle's
eyes. The bracelet was light and simple, but pretty enough for Kyle to say
"I love it," and smile that innocent smile of his.
"I love YOU," said Darren, no longer caring that they had only known each
other for two weeks. "I love you, my Angel." Darren placed the box on the
ground and clipped the bracelet to Kyle's wrist. Once it was in place, he
simply held Kyle's hand for a little while. "Now would you please take me
back?"
"Oh for heaven's sake, Cutie Pie. Take him, or I will!" shouted Aggie.
Kyle giggled. "I suppose I could." he said elusively, a wicked grin on
his face.
"Oh, you suppose, do you?" Darren laughed and picked him up by the waist,
lifting him into the air. They kissed and Darren spun on the spot. 'Mmm,
melon,' thought Darren, tasting Kyle's lip gloss. The kiss was like a
moment from a movie.
A gentle applause erupted around them, and the pair were reminded of
exactly where they were. They looked around, suddenly embarrassed by their
public display of affection.
"Right, well, I need to be off. I've got an appointment with Beth."
"Beth Lawrence?" asked Aggie from her bed. Darren nodded. "That's my
daughter!" beamed Aggie.
The moment Aggie said that, Kyle squashed Darren's hand and turned a
violent shade of red.
"Would you excuse us a moment, Aggie," said Darren whilst pulling Kyle
away. "What's wrong babe?"
"If she's Beth's Mum, then the boy who was here before; Jamie; is Beth's
son."
"Yeah. Jamie Lawrence. He's really nice; he's a friend of mine."
"Yeah. Um, I kind of watched a CCTV tape of him and his boyfriend...you
know."
"I know what?" asked Darren, mystified.
Kyle craned up to Darren's ear. "I watched them wanking each other off in
one of the wards. The camera caught them and me and my friend..." He made a
wanking motion with his right hand, jingling his new bracelet as he did.
Darren started laughing. "Jamie would love that! We have to tell him!"
"You can not tell him!" He pinched his nose between his thumb and
forefinger. "I'm never going to be able to look Bitsy in the eye
again. I've spanked the monkey over her son!"
Darren continued to laugh uproariously for the next few minutes. He only
stopped when Kyle playfully elbowed him hard in the stomach.
"By the way," said Kyle. "Do you want to meet my family this Sunday?"
Darren gulped audibly.
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"So, my sexy beast," said Jamie on Thursday afternoon as they made their
way round to Shane's house. "Are you going to help me keep my bed warm
tonight?"
"You know I would, but I don't want to leave Cal alone. He gets enough of
that when he's at home. At least when he's at my house, he's got me."
Jamie hugged Shane. "How did I end up with such a wonderfully considerate
boyfriend?"
Shane pretended to think about it for a moment before he jokingly said
"It's probably because I've got incredibly low standards."
Seeing the humour in Shane's eyes, Jamie just slapped his arse. "Careful,
or I'll start withholding sex."
"Like that'll work. You know you love it just as much as I do."
Jamie sighed. "I guess you're right. So anyway, how about you bring
Callum with you?"
"Doesn't that kind of defy the point? We can't bonk with him there."
"Well, there's more to life than bonking, remember? Plus, I like having
the little tyke around. He's a sweet kid. He reminds me of me when I was
that age, except taller."
"Not difficult. Everybody's taller than you." Shane went quiet for a
moment. "Hey, in the interest of full disclosure, Cal asked me to do
something the other night." Jamie shot him a quizzical glance and he
continued. "He wanted to kiss me, so that he could find out what it's
like."
"Aww, that's sweet! Did you?" Shane nodded, though he seemed reluctant to
admit to it. "Hey, it's okay. I don't mind."
"Cool. So are you still okay with him spending the night?"
"Of course!" They turned into Shane's front yard and jostled through the
front door.
"Mum's asleep and Dawn's out doing some shopping so it should just be
Cal."
"I'll go see if he's home yet. You check on your Mum." Jamie made his way
deftly up the stairs to Shane's bedroom, carefully avoiding the creaky
floorboard at the door, and walked into the room.
What he saw, froze him for a second. Callum was sat, completely naked, at
Shane's desk. He was staring avidly at Shane's laptop, his fist wrapped
firmly around his five and a half inch dick as he furiously pumped
away. The film on the screen was of two women, one of whom was thoroughly
tonguing the other's breasts.
As soon as Callum realised Jamie was standing there, he let out a stifled
yelp and dived for Shane's bed, wrapping himself in the quilt. As he went,
Jamie caught a quick glance of his cute bubble-bum.
Jamie could see that Callum was getting upset. He walked over to the
laptop and closed it, stopping the film. "Callum, calm down!" He grabbed
Callum's underwear off the floor and slid it under the quilt into Callum's
hand. Callum shifted about until he had them in place and Jamie moved over
to his side. "We all do it. It's nothing to get embarrassed about. Hell, I
did it this morning. I woke up thinking about Sam Winchester, and I just
had to!"
Callum giggled slightly. "I didn't think anyone was home."
"We only just got here. I was actually going to ask if you wanted to stay
at mine with me and Shane tonight."
"Awesome!"
Jamie giggled. "Um, Callum. About the video you were watching. I couldn't
help but notice that it was two girls." Jamie hedged a little bit, feeling
awkward asking. "I thought you liked that boy Darius at your school."
"I do."
"So...?" Jamie had no idea how to phrase his question.
"I just, you know...I mean, I still like girls."
"So, you're bisexual?"
Callum shrugged. At that moment, Shane came bounding into the room before
looking questioningly at Callum and Jamie.
"Good news! Callum wants to join us tonight!" said Jamie, glossing over
the fact that Callum was still all but naked.
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Callum's night at Jamie's felt like a wonderful dream. Not that he hadn't
the time of his life with Shane, but having the affections of another boy
made him feel even better about himself.
All three had sat in the lounge in their pyjamas and watched the
television. Jamie had spent a long time just playing with Callum's hair,
styling it one way and then another and a couple of times, Callum plumped
up just from the contact. To hide this, he kept pulling his knees up to his
chest.
When he had finally started to get tired, Jamie and pulled his head to
rest in his lap and continued to stroke his head until he had happily
fallen asleep.
He had no idea how long he had been asleep when he felt arms go under
him. Jamie's voice, seemingly coming from a million miles away said "Have
you got him?"
"Yeah. He's not that heavy." Callum felt himself being carried up the
stairs, his head resting on a chest that could only have been Shane's.
"Let me get in first," said Jamie. Then came the sound of the ruffling of
bed sheets. "Okay. Put him in next to me, and you can climb in behind him."
Callum felt himself being placed into the bed and without thinking, he
cuddled himself up to Jamie. A moment or two later, he felt Shane press up
behind him.
Half asleep, he listened to the two talking.
"I know he's only three years younger than us, but I feel like he's...I
don't know. I just want to look after him so much!" said Jamie. Callum
could feel Jamie stroking the back of his head and planting a gentle kiss
on his forehead.
"Same here. It kind of makes me look forward to us having kids."
"So, we ARE thinking long term then?" said Jamie, the sound of victory in
his voice. "Marriage, kids, and, dare I say it? Joint bank-accounts?" He
giggled.
"I thought you knew already," said Shane matter-of-factly. "There's no
way I'm letting you go; even if you want to get away." Shane chuckled.
Both boys cuddled up either side of Callum. "I love you, Shane."
"I love you too, Jamie."
Callum wanted to tell them both the same thing, but he was so warm, loved
and comfortable, that he could feel himself falling into a completely
peaceful sleep in which he dreamed happily of Darius.
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The sun had long since bid its farewell when Darren wandered out into the
back yard of his home in search of his mother. He found her, as he had
expected, sitting on the patio with a cigarette in her hand.
"Hey Mum," he said as he planted himself in the seat next to her.
"Hey, Daz. You want one?" she asked, holding out the cigarette packet to
him. He took one out and sparked it to life, taking a long drag.
"Can I talk to you?" he asked.
"Course baba." She took a drag on her own cigarette.
"Mum, how many times do I have to ask you not to call me 'Baba?'" he
asked plaintively.
"Until you turn blue in the face," said Tanya, wickedly. "I'll never stop
calling you baba, because you ARE my baba." She chuckled. "Don't despair,
son. It's the way of mothers. We never stop thinking of you as the helpless
little bundles of joy you were when you first appeared."
Darren sighed. "Okay, whatever. Anyway, I promised I'd talk to you guys
when I was ready to, you know." He hedged a little. "Um, go...further with
Kyle." The way he said it made it sound like a question, and in part it
was. He still wasn't certain in himself. He knew he loved Kyle, but the
thought of his first time with a guy terrified him.
"Right!" said Tanya, looking suddenly flustered.
Darren felt embarrassed. "I don't really know how these talks are
supposed to go."
"Honestly, baba, neither do I." They both laughed together. "Okay. Let's
start with this; do you have condoms?" Darren nodded. "Good. And you, uh,
you know how to, um..." She moved her hands as if she were putting one on.
"Oh fuck, Mum! Jesus Christ!" Darren buried his face in his hands, his
cheeks burning.
"Sorry. Silly question. Okay, don't get upset when I ask this, but, are
you sure you're ready?"
"I think I am, but I'm scared shitless."
Tanya smiled fondly. "So was I when I lost my virginity. Luckily for me,
I'd had a few drinks." she winked at Darren. "Not that I'm saying you
should do that. I've always kind of wished that I had been sober; you know,
so that I could've felt it more?"
"Was it with...you know...him?" asked Darren, referring to his biological
father.
"No. It was a boy I knew from school. We had our Prom and he invited me
to an after party. He was sweet about it all, but it wasn't meant to be."
She seemed lost in thought. "Darren," she said seriously. "When you give
yourself to somebody like that, it's like you're giving a part of yourself
to them. Then if they don't stick around, it can feel like they took that
piece with them."
Darren looked at his mother, confused.
"What I'm trying to say is, just try to be sure that Kyle is the one you
want to be with forever. And if not, just make sure he's worth it."
Darren smiled wistfully. "I'm pretty sure he's worth it."
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On Friday morning, Callum awoke wedged between Jamie and Shane. He
slipped out of the bed, trying not to disturb the sleeping pair and tried
desperately to point his morning erection into the toilet.
When he returned to the bedroom, flaccid, he found Jamie straddling Shane
and the pair kissing furiously. He cleared his throat delicately.
"Morning Cal," said Shane, his hands still up Jamie's top.
"Hey sweetie, sleep well?" asked Jamie, rolling off Shane. Callum
nodded. He rarely spoke in the morning. "I thought me and Shaney Baby could
walk you to school today. Honestly, I'm dying to meet this 'Darius' chap."
Jamie beamed. Callum could see what Shane saw in the little man. Callum
shrugged to indicate he didn't mind. "Superb! Now, I'm going to grab a
shower. You coming?" asked Jamie, looking pointedly at Shane.
"Like I'd pass up an invitation like that," said Shane, turning to Callum
and winking.
"Shush, you. Cal, you can help yourself to breakfast, then you can shower
after us." Again, Callum just nodded. Jamie and Shane darted off and Callum
heard the water start to run.
He jogged downstairs and grabbed a couple of Pop-Tarts and, giving in to
teenaged curiosity, he jogged back up the stairs to sit outside the
bathroom door. He listened intently, munching on his breakfast until
finally, he was rewarded with the sound of Jamie crying out in ecstasy. The
sound would not easily be forgotten and Callum smiled on his way back to
Jamie's bedroom.
"Right, little'un," said Shane coming into the room with a towel around
his waist and his muscular physique glistening with water. "Your turn."
Callum had a hard time tearing his eyes away from a bead of water that was
slowly trickling down between Shane's pecs.
"What? Oh yeah." Callum blushed and jumped to his feet before heading to
the bathroom. On the way, he bumped into Jamie, who was in the same state
of undress as Shane. Although Jamie was very slight, Callum found that his
trim physique was still very captivating. 'A cold shower...' thought
Callum.
Half an hour later, the three boys were walking to Saint Anne's Academy,
chatting idly about general nonsense. At some point, Jamie had slipped his
hand into Callum's while Shane had his arm around Callum's shoulder. He
felt like he had two wonderful brothers.
When they reached the gate, Jamie stopped Callum. "So, is he here?"
Callum scanned around. "No." There was a little disappointment in his
voice, but he knew he was going to see Darius at football practice later.
"Shame," said Jamie. "Right, let's see here." He reached up and started
fussing with Callum's hair. "Bit of lift here. Move that bit down here..."
He licked his thumb and brushed Callum's cheek. "You've got a smudge
there."
Shane chuckled. "Jamie, stop mothering him."
"Shush, you. I'll mother him if I want."
Callum didn't mind. It was nice having Jamie fuss over him like that. His
mother never did.
"There. Perfect," said Jamie, fixing Callum's tie. He gave Callum a peck
on the lips. "Have a good day, sweetie."
Shane gave Callum a quick hug and Callum turned to go into the school, a
huge smile on his face. He glanced back momentarily to see Jamie and Shane
walking away, hand in hand.
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For my faithful readers, an apology. I've had some internet trouble for a
while and was unable to post. Fortunately, I'm with a new provider and
Jamie Lawrence should be back on schedule from now on!
I hope that this will be up before Christmas, but if not, I shall see you
all in the New Year!
Happy Christmas.