Date: Mon, 3 Sep 2012 02:18:53 +0100
From: Bobby Chester <thebobbyfish@gmail.com>
Subject: Jamie Lawrence, Chapter Two

Jamie Lawrence - Chapter 2

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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 2


As Jamie alighted the bus just behind Shane, he quelled his immediate urge
to take Shane's hand in his own. The two had briefly held hands on the bus
until Shane became convinced that another passenger was staring at them and
yanked his hand away.

  "I understand," Jamie had whispered, offering an encouraging smile.

"For now, I'm the only one who needs to know. I'm okay with that." Shane
didn't respond. He simply stared sadly into his lap.

  Now, he was walking alongside Jamie with his hands tucked firmly into his
pockets, looking somewhat withdrawn. Matthew squeezed himself between the
two and slid an arm over the shoulder of each.

  "Shake a leg, boys. I've got a leggy blonde waiting for me." As always,
Matthew's goofy demeanour and natural charm lifted the mood and brought a
smile to Shane's face.

  As they rounded the corner and the cinema came into view, Matthew's face
lit up. He released Shane and Jamie before running at full tilt toward his
girlfriend.

  Samantha Cole was a stunner, and Matthew told her this often. She was
physically more mature than any of the girls at their own school; something
that Matthew enjoyed immensely. Sam's blonde hair was always exquisitely
crafted into a cascade of loose curls, and her make-up was understated yet
immaculate.

  She was wearing a red summer dress which swayed playfully around her
knees, and as ever, her four inch heels lengthened her legs to almost
supermodel proportions.

  Matthew reached her, and in one smooth motion, scooped her up into his
arms before firmly planting his lips on hers.

  Jamie and Shane reached the two just as they were pulling apart and Sam
was saying "Phew! That was a good one." Matthew set her down. As she turned
to Jamie, she smiled, revealing her perfectly white teeth. "There's my
Titch!" She spread her arms for a hug.

  Unfortunately for Jamie, the height difference between him and Sam meant
that any hug with her involved his head being buried in her ample
chest. Mid-hug, he tried to say "Hey Sam," but all that came out was "Mmff
hmff."

  When she released him, Jamie caught her giving Shane a funny look. Shane,
who was again looking unhappily at the ground, hadn't noticed. Jamie jumped
to make the introductions.

  "Sam, this is my friend Shane Carter. Shane, this is Sam Cole." Jamie
shot a pleading look at Sam who responded with a well veiled roll of the
eyes. She extended a perfectly manicured hand to Shane which he took for
only a moment before returning his own to his pocket.

  "Well!" Matthew piped up. "That was sufficiently awkward. Shall we?" He
pointed to the building's entrance.

  The ticket stall of the GN16 cinema was on the first floor above a
high-end restaurant and bar. The building was massive and very modern. As a
result of a recent construction accident however, the only access to the
first floor was via an escalator. This was a problem for Jamie who was
petrified of escalators.

  As he always did whenever faced with an escalator, Matthew waited while
Jamie braced himself and Sam and Shane waited for them at the top.

  "You ready?" Matthew asked taking Jamie's hand and cradling him to his
chest. Jamie nodded, and Matthew took a step backwards, bringing Jamie with
him as he did. Matthew hummed "Sweet Child o' Mine" as they travelled to
the second level of the building.

  At the top, Jamie shook himself. "The sooner they fix that bloody
staircase the better."

  "I'll go get the tickets." Matthew started away. Without thinking, Jamie
followed.

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  Shane was freaking out. Only an hour ago he had run to the sports hall to
recover his jacket. Now he was on a double date with a guy; a guy he had
spent the last eighteen months terrorising in an attempt to avoid facing
something too big and scary to face.

  He had enjoyed sexual encounters with other guys, and had always avoided
any kind of true intimacy. It was just sex as far as he was concerned. What
was the harm in getting his end away? As long as there were never any
feelings there, he could go home at the end of the day and talk to his
father about whatever girl he was using as a beard. Then he had let Jamie
kiss him. In that one moment, Shane had lost all will to resist and found
himself willing to do almost anything.

  Jamie had left him alone with a girl he had never met, who was now
watching him pace back and forth frantically as if she were waiting for
something.

  Shane didn't care. He had the face of his father plastered across his
vision, hatred pouring out of his eyes. He knew that his father would
disown him, or worse, if he were to be a "fucking fairy" as he so
eloquently put it. Shane stopped dead.

  "I can't do this!" He turned to run.

  "Oh, no you don't!" Sam grabbed him around the waist and lifted him
bodily from the ground. She threw him against the wall in much the same way
Shane had done to Jamie earlier. She pointed an inch long fingernail at
him. "Look here you little shit."

  She stopped a moment, as if to gather herself. "Let's skip over the part
where I pretend that I don't know how you've been treating Titch for the
last year and a half and get to the point."

  "I don't know the full story here. What I do know is that Titch has a
look in his eyes that I haven't seen in all the time I've known him." She
put her hand on Shane's shoulder. "He likes you. If you're not going to
stick around then you at least need to tell him so."

  Shane wanted to explain; to put into words all the horrible things he had
imagined could happen if he ever told the whole truth. He wanted to tell
her that he was on the verge of tears. Then he wanted to tell her that he
had dreamed of Jamie a million times and every fantasy of his future
happiness was dependant on his smiling face, but even trying to use those
words silenced his voice and stalled his heart in fear.

  Shane had almost managed to free his mouth enough to speak when, from
behind he heard Matthew bellow "You little fucker!" Shane turned to see
Jamie giggling and dodging Matthew who was giving chase. As the pair
approached Sam and Shane, Jamie missed his footing slightly and toppled
over forwards, directly into Shane's waiting arms.

  Cradled in Shane's arms, Jamie looked into his eyes and beamed. "We must
stop meeting like this." Shane stared back into Jamie's eyes, noticing for
the first time that they were a marvellous shade of pale blue with a happy
twinkle dancing around within them.

  He moved one hand to Jamie's face and gently touched his cheek. In that
one moment, Shane felt like he had fallen in love with Jamie. His fears
about the potential collapse of his life shattered in his chest and he
could breathe again

  Lost in Jamie's eyes, Shane hadn't noticed how long had passed until he
heard a delicate cough from nearby. Snapped back to reality, Shane looked
to Sam and Matthew who were staring at the boys. Shane's cheeks went
immediately red. Jamie took his hand and whispered "Don't be embarrassed. I
felt it too." He gave Shane's hand a little squeeze as they made their way
to screen thirteen.

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  It was more than an hour into the film that Jamie noticed Shane's
disinterest in it. Rather than avidly staring at the screen like the fifty
or so others in the room, he was staring at his own hand entwined with
Jamie's.

  "Strange, isn't it?" he asked suddenly in that hoarse whisper people
adopt at the cinema.

  "What is?"

  "That just holding someone's hand can be so scary and then so thrilling."

  "Well, if you like this, let me introduce you to the reason I choose this
theatre over the Printhouse Screens." Jamie leaned forward and lifted the
arm rest between their seats before lying on Shane's chest with Shane's arm
around him.

  "I think I might have to choose this cinema more often," said Shane as he
rested his cheek against the top of Jamie's head. Jamie closed his eyes and
listened to Shane's heartbeat for a while.

  Twenty minutes later, Shane's cleared his throat. "As much as I would
love to stay like this, the large Sprite I just downed has other ideas."

  Jamie chuckled. "Come on, I'll show you where the loos are. I need to go
too." Jamie leaned over to Sam. "Just gonna show Shane where the toilets
are."

  Sam raised an eyebrow. "I'll bet you are." She grinned and kissed Jamie
on the cheek. "Hurry back, the big climax is coming."

  "In more ways than one," said Matthew, not taking his eyes away from the
screen. Sam immediately dug her elbow into his side. The boys hurried away.

  While Jamie was washing his hands and Shane was finishing up at the
urinal, Shane asked a question that had clearly been playing on his mind.

  "Can I ask you how long you've known? That you're gay, I mean."

  "Sure. Let's see." Jamie pondered for a moment. "I knew from year
seven. Saw all those guys getting undressed for PE and knew right off."

  Shane laughed and came over to wash his hands.

  "I didn't tell my parents until year eight, and even then all I said was
that I 'thought' I was into boys. My mother told me to just focus on school
until I knew better."

  "Sounds like good advice," Shane shouted over the noise of the hand
drier. He came over and lifted Jamie onto the counter. Jamie wrapped his
arms around Shane's neck and his legs around his hips. Shane's hands were
playing around Jamie's bottom.

  "It really was. I got really good at all my classes, and nobody had any
reason to suspect anything at school. Then my Matty came to our school."
Jamie felt a silly smile spread across his face. "Up 'til then, I'd kept to
myself. No friends to speak of."

  "And then Matty."

  Jamie jokingly clipped Shane on the nose. "Only I get to call him
that. Just like only Sam gets to call me 'Titch'." Jamie kissed Shane's
nose. "Anyway, once he and I started spending all our time together, I
figured I should tell him. He kept asking me to sleep over and I kept
thinking of excuses not to."

  "Finally, I just blurted it out. 'Matthew. I'm gay.' And guess what he
said." Shane shrugged. "'Cool, you want a pop-tart?'"

  "A pop-tart? Seriously?"

  Jamie nodded. "Turns out, I'd made a big issue out of nothing. He didn't
give a damn. Still doesn't. He even let's me stay in his room with him."
Jamie neglected to mention the fact that they invariably slept in the same
bed.

  Although nothing sexual had ever happened, and never would as far as
Jamie was concerned, at least twice a week Jamie would sleep at
Matthew's. It had come to the point that Jamie occasionally couldn't sleep
in his own bed without first calling Matthew to hear his voice.

  "So, there just six people who know you're gay?"

  Jamie nodded. "Matthew thought it was best. I wanted to come out in year
ten, just so that I wouldn't have to pretend anymore, but he felt that it
would be safer to wait."

  "Why'd you let him make that decision for you?"

  Jamie felt a little defensive at that. "I didn't. I listened to his
advice and decided to go with it."

  "Sorry, I didn't mean to sound like that."

  "It's okay. Matty talks badly of you all the time."

  "I think I can probably guess why." Shane looked ashamed.

  "Hey, beat a little queer kid up enough, his best friend is going to be a
little disparaging about you." Jamie winked slyly.

  "I know you're trying to be nice about that, but I think we need to talk
about it."

  "What's that really going to achieve?" Jamie didn't like the turn the
conversation was taking. For over a year, Shane had been a symbol of fear
for Jamie. Whenever Jamie was scared to go to school in the morning, Shane
was the reason. Jamie distinctly didn't want to drudge up the past, when
the future was so tantalisingly close.

  It had barely been a couple of hours since their tryst in the gym, but
Jamie felt like he was falling hard and fast. He didn't want any hurt
feelings to tarnish what had been a great day.

  Shane seemed determined to continue. "Well for a start, it'll give me an
opportunity to apologize." Shane looked straight into Jamie's eyes as he
said this. It was all Jamie could do to hold that gaze. "Jamie, I am so
sorry for everything I said and did. I took my own fear and turned it into
hostility and that was wrong."

  Jamie found his voice and used it to ask a question that had often nagged
at him. "What I would like to know is-" He hesitated. "Why me? I mean,
there was nothing to suggest that I was a legitimate target for homophobia,
and yet you went for me. Why is that?"

  Shane's cheeks went bright red and he laughed nervously. Jamie raised his
eyebrows, suddenly suspecting he knew the answer.

  "I, uh, I-" Shane stammered.

  "Just give me a nod if I hit the nail on the head." Jamie smiled
knowingly. "You felt something for me, even all the way back then. You
didn't know how to deal with that so you turned it into hostility."

  Shane nodded.

  Jamie put a hand on each of Shane's cheeks. "You're forgiven." Then they
kissed. This kiss was not like any of their earlier exchanges. earlier they
had been born of sexual energy or shared in the afterglow of it. This kiss
was tender; loving. They stayed connected for what felt to Jamie like an
eternity. The world around them disappeared until only Shane remained. For
the length of that kiss, they belonged to each other.

  Suddenly Shane pulled away, a huge smile on his face. "Wow." He looked
flushed. He glanced quickly at his crotch which was clearly expanding.

  "Already? It's only been a couple of hours. Where do you find the
energy?"

  "Grade A stud, right here." He smiled and pounded his fist on his chest a
couple of times. He motioned towards the stalls with his eyebrows.

  "In the toilets? Really?" Shane grabbed Jamie's hand and shoved it firmly
onto his hardening cock. "You really want to pass this up?" Jamie's
objections immediately evaporated as he started to stroke it, gently at
first, and then harder. His own growing member pressed uncomfortably
against the inside of his jeans.

  Seeing the growing tent in Jamie's jeans, Shane smiled, took Jamie's hand
and led him to the stall furthest from the door. Once inside, Jamie pushed
Shane against the wall and dropped to his knees. He pulled Shane's jeans
and shorts down to his ankles and ran his hands back up Shane's legs,
admiring the muscles as he went.

  Jamie grasped Shane's dick firmly in his left hand. With his right he
massaged the sack beneath. Shane let out a soft "Mmm." Jamie stuck out his
tongue and touched the tip to the slit. He kissed the head of Shane's cock
before taking about half of it in his mouth.

  "Oh, yes." Shane started moving his hips forward and back, effectively
face-fucking Jamie. Jamie pulled off and ran his tongue down the shaft
before continuing onto the balls. He took one into his mouth and then let
it slide out before taking the other to do the same.

  "Mmm, that's good. I'm getting close." Shane had his eyes closed and his
head tilted back. Jamie placed a hand on each of his buttocks and went to
work on his shaft. He slurped and sucked, relishing the taste of Shane's
pre-cum and feeling his own cock leaking.

  All too soon, Shane took a deep breath. "Oh fuck! Aaah!" He let off four
streams of cum, all of which Jamie swallowed. Jamie kept Shane's dick in
his mouth as it started to go soft again. He milked the last few drops of
Shane's cum into his mouth, sat back on his feet and stared at the drained
thing as it shrivelled up.

  Jamie lifted Shane's jeans back to his hips, fastened them up and kissed
Shane.

  "Don't you want me to do you?"

  "That's okay. I think we've probably missed the end of the film. We
should find Matty and Sam." Jamie took Shane's hand and led him from the
stall.

  As they approached the door, it opened and a thirty year old man came
in. He took one look at the boys holding hands and said "Fucking faggots."

  Shane swung Jamie around and planted a big wet kiss on him, even slipping
him a little tongue. He pulled back, smiled at Jamie and turned to the
guy. "What do you know!" he said in mock surprise. "We are faggots! How
remarkable." The look on the man's face was priceless, a mixture of shock,
disgust and a little fascination.

  Shane then led Jamie out of the toilets and back towards screen
thirteen. Jamie desperately tried to suppress a giggle.

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I hope you enjoyed this. I'm sorry it took me so long to get this chapter
up; I got really into reading 'Rock and a Hard Place'. If you haven't read
it yet, I highly recommend it. It's in the high school section of Nifty.

Any comments, questions, or even suggestions are welcome. Please feel free
to email me with your thoughts at thebobbyfish@gmail.com

Keep an eye out for Chapter Three!