Date: Tue, 23 Oct 2012 14:04:10 +0100
From: Bobby Chester <thebobbyfish@gmail.com>
Subject: Jamie Lawrence, Chapter Nine
Jamie Lawrence - Chapter Nine
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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 Nine
"Wakey wakey, Jamie. It's the twenty third of August, and you know what
that means."
"Wha...?" said Jamie, still half asleep. "I was having such a lovely
dream about kittens...or was it hotdogs?"
His mother sat on his bed and tousled his hair a little. "It's results
day, darling."
Jamie's heart jumped into his throat. In the mess of the past week, the
fact that Jamie and his classmates would be receiving their results today
had completely gone from his head. There hadn't been a point at which he
had thought that he could have failed any of his GCSEs. Now, however, he
did. He swallowed audibly.
"I'm sure you've done fine. Come on; get dressed and I'll drop you off at
Shane's."
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Shane stood in the shower, the hot water pounding on his back. He wasn't
at all bothered that it was results day and was happily allowing his mind
to wander. As it invariably did, his mind tracked to Jamie and he started
to plump up.
Slowly and firmly he began to play along the shaft of his dick with one
hand whilst with the other, he reached down and fondled his balls. He
closed his eyes and started to imagine that his own hands were Jamie's.
He was just beginning to hit his stride when he heard somebody clear
their throat. His eyes snapped open and he found himself staring directly
at Jamie.
"Bravo." He clapped softly and giggled.
Shane recovered himself. "Stop ogling and get in here!"
"I already showered, but I wouldn't mind watching you finish."
"Really?" Shane was a little surprised.
"Yeah!"
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Around noon, the boys wandered up to their former school for the last
time. They found it strange to think that they would probably never again
step foot into the building in which they had spent most of the last five
years.
At the gates, Jamie stopped Shane by tugging on his hand. He pulled him
over to hide behind a nearby wall. "How are we going to do this?"
"Um," Shane arched his eyebrows. "One foot in front of the other?"
"What I mean, smart arse, is that the last time most of these people saw
you, you had your tongue down my throat."
"You mean like this?" Shane immediately slipped his tongue into Jamie's
mouth. Jamie tried desperately to hold onto his train of thought but
Shane's tongue was rapidly erasing it. Shane pressed Jamie against the wall
and pressed himself into Jamie.
The pair made out for nearly three minutes, but to Jamie it felt like
barely more than a few seconds. He reluctantly released Shane's bottom lip
from between both of his own.
"Um, yeah. Uh." He cast about in his mind, trying to get back to his
point. "Oh yeah; Are we going in as boyfriends?"
"Of course. Come on."
Jamie didn't move. "I might need a minute here." Their little rendezvous
had left a rather noticeable bulge in Jamie's jeans.
"Hmm," was all Shane said. He walked back over to Jamie, pressed himself
against him again and started to nuzzle at his neck.
"Not helping, Shane."
"What if we..." He nipped at Jamie's chin. "Sneak into the sports
hall..." He kissed Jamie's earlobe. "And have a repeat of our first day
together?" He gave Jamie's throbbing dick a squeeze.
"No. We'd get caught." Jamie pushed Shane back and rearranged his cock in
his jeans. "Let's get our results and then go to mine. Then you can bonk my
brains out."
Shane pouted a little, but took Jamie's hand and led the way into the
school. Their fingers interlocked and their heads held high, the pair
walked into their school as a couple. For the most part, the act went
unnoticed. There were some whispers, and some people nudged their friends
and pointed at the pair, but nothing was said.
The boys took up spots in the queue for students 'A-M', their hands never
parting. After a few minutes, Jamie noticed that Matthew had joined the
back of the queue. "Babe, hold my spot? I need to talk to Matthew about
what happened last week."
"Sure, munchkin."
Jamie had almost kissed Shane, but stopped. "Did you just call me
munchkin?"
Shane nodded, a twinkle in his eye. "Just trying it out. We don't have
any pet names yet."
Jamie rolled his eyes, gave Shane a quick kiss, and headed towards the
back of the line, where Matthew was avidly staring at his phone. As Jamie
neared him, he looked up and broke out into a huge smile. "Titch."
"Only Sam calls me that, remember?" He sighed. "Matty, can I talk to
you?"
"Sure, but I can think of better things we could be doing with our
tongues." He winked.
"That's what I need to talk to you about. What happened last week can't
happen again."
"But..."
"No, Matty. I love you, but like a best friend or a brother. Maybe it
could have been more if you had acted before Shane, but I'm WITH Shane. I
LOVE Shane. You need to know that."
"No, I don't. What I KNOW is that you kissed me back. Don't deny it. You
wanted me."
"Yeah, for five seconds, when you caught me off guard with something I'd
fantasized about a thousand times. It doesn't change anything. I still want
you to be my best friend, but until you can accept Shane and I as
boyfriends then that can't be."
Jamie turned to leave. "What's so special about Carter?" asked Matthew.
"One more thing;" Jamie turned and poked Matthew hard in the chest. "His
name is Shane. Not Carter."
Jamie returned quickly to Shane, leaving Matthew spluttering. Shane slung
his arm around Jamie and gave him a quick smile. "Sorted?" he asked. Jamie
nodded half-heartedly.
Five minutes later, the pair stood alone in the music corridor not far
from where the rest of their year were still receiving their results. In
their hands they held yellow envelopes which contained the keys to their
futures. "You open mine, and I'll open yours," said Shane. They traded
envelopes and Jamie tore into Shane's. "Just the four I need please. I
don't care about the rest."
"Okay." Jamie scanned down the list. "Maths: B. Physics: B. Chemistry:
A. Biology A*!" Jamie jumped up and down and bellowed "Congratulations!"
The two kissed quickly.
"Now yours." Shane's eyes scanned down the page, his smile getting bigger
and bigger. "I'm dating a fucking genius. Eight A's and two A*'s."
"Which ones are A*'s?" Jamie was nervous.
"Which do you think, dummy? French and German; the ones you wanted."
"Yay!" Jamie jumped into Shane's arms and the two made out ferociously
for several minutes. It wasn't until a nearby voice said "Shane?" that they
pulled apart.
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Gerry had been in a peculiarly good mood all morning. A case that he had
had no chance of winning had come to a smooth ending when the prosecutor
dropped the case at the behest of the family. He won twenty pounds on a
scratch-card and the sandwich shop by his office had his favourite
doughnuts in stock for the first time in weeks.
His day was going so well that he decided he should take a couple of
hours off and check in with Shane about his results. He jumped into his
Mercedes and was at the school within half an hour.
Inside, he scanned the faces of the students milling around him, some
celebrating, others commiserating. He couldn't see Shane anywhere. He
accosted a nearby student "Do you know where Shane is? Shane Carter."
The girl giggled. "I think I saw him and Jamie Lawrence go down the music
corridor." She pointed to a door just off the foyer.
"Thanks." Gerry headed for the door she had indicated. He walked through
and found a long corridor. Fearing that he would get himself lost if he
wandered around too much, he shouted "Shane?"
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Matthew was miserable. He had to admit that it was by his own hand, but
that didn't help his mood any. His walk to school had taken twice as long
as normal because he was daydreaming about Jamie. He would take two steps
and remember another instance in which he could have made Jamie his own.
The boy had slept in Matthew's bed for three years, and Matthew had never
considered doing ANYTHING with him. On more than a few occasions the pair
had both awoken with morning wood, and had never enjoyed the relief
together.
Once, Jamie had asked if Matthew would give him a kiss, just so that he
could know what it was like. Matthew had insisted that Jamie wait for a
REAL kiss, rather than having a worthless imitation steal the thunder of
his first one.
Prom night was definitely Matthew's biggest mistake. He had made a joke
out of asking Jamie to go with him. He should have asked him in a way that
made his intentions clear.
Matthew berated himself for the night itself. When Jamie was about to
follow Carter into the bathroom, Matthew shouldn't have shrugged and let
him. He should have wrapped his arms around Jamie and kissed him. Jamie
should have been HIS.
Matthew arrived at the school like a dark cloud. He joined the back of
the queue for his results and pulled out his mobile phone. The screensaver
was the only thing he wanted. It was a photograph of him and Jamie. Jamie
was on Matthew's shoulders giving a thumbs up and a silly grin to the
camera. Matthew stared at the smile and wished he could see Jamie right
now.
He looked up from his phone, and there he was, but he was not
smiling. "Titch!"
The next two minutes were the worst that Matthew could remember. Jamie
called him out for his behaviour and his attitude towards Carter. Matthew
was angry, but the resolve he saw in Jamie as he walked away told him that
anger was going to get him nowhere.
Matthew shuffled along at the back of the queue, scarcely noticing the
people around him. Jamie's words still stung his ears. 'Could Jamie really
just cut me out?' he wondered to himself.
Matthew knew the answer was yes. He had never seen Jamie as happy as he
had been since he had gotten together with Shane. Matthew silently berated
himself for trying to ruin that, but the fact was that he DID love Jamie,
and seeing him with Shane hurt.
Matthew took his results from Miss Evans and moved away without so much
as looking at her. He walked away, tears stinging at his eyes. He didn't
want anybody to see him cry, so he ducked into the nearest door and found
himself in the music corridor.
He rested against the wall and slid down to the floor where he cradled
his knees in his arms and began to sob. He cursed at himself for several
minutes and then rose to leave.
From nearby, he heard the distinctive sound of Jamie's effusive
voice. "Yay!"
Matthew turned back and started towards the sound of Jamie's voice. As he
rounded the corner, he saw him suspended in mid-air in Shane's embrace. The
two were lip-locked and unashamed. Matthew ducked into a nearby alcove and
stared at the pair.
The sight cut to his core. There was the love of his life, sharing
himself with somebody else, but there was something more. He could see the
love in their embrace. Each little movement of Jamie's was perfectly
compensated for by a movement of Shane's. They were in sync. Matthew didn't
want to mess with that, and he certainly didn't want to lose Jamie to his
own jealousy.
He decided to apologise to Shane for the kiss and to beg Jamie's
forgiveness. Still in his little alcove, he opened his mouth to speak but
halted when another voice nearby said "Shane?"
Shane and Jamie didn't hear it. They continued to kiss, and kiss,
oblivious to the fact that Shane's father was bearing down on them.
"Shit," said Matthew. He dived from his alcove and ran down the corridor
towards him. "Mr Carter? Are you looking for Shane?"
"Yes, have you seen him? A student told me he came in here."
"Yes, he used the exit through the library. He's gone home."
"Damn. Bad timing." Mr Carter chuckled. "So how do you know Shane?"
"Through a mutual friend."
"That'll be Jamie, won't it?"
Matthew smiled. "Good guess."
"Not much of a guess really. Jamie is the only person Shane spends any
time with anymore. I swear, sometimes it's like they're the same bloody
person. Are those your results?" Mr Carter pointed to the yellow envelope,
still unopened, in Matthew's hand.
"Yeah."
"How'd you get on?"
Matthew shrugged. The look on Mr Carter's face clearly said that he
wanted to know. Perhaps he wanted to make sure that Shane was spending his
time with the right people; smart people. He opened the envelope, but
couldn't bear to look.
Mr Carter slid the paper out of Matthew's hand. "Matthew
Donovan-Samuels. Let's see." There was a gap of a few seconds. "Wow, eleven
A*'s. That's incredible!"
"Thank you," said Matthew.
"I'd best be off." Mr Carter handed Matthew his results back and turned
back to the main entrance, heading away from Jamie and Shane.
Matthew breathed a sigh of relief and followed suit. His apology would
have to wait.
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After the encounter at the church, Darren had not wanted to speak to
anybody for the longest time. He had taken refuge in his bedroom, emerging
only for the meals that his mother served him in silence.
Rather than permitting Darren to go to school and get his results, his
mother had chosen to walk with him, ostensibly to offer company on the
trip, but Darren knew the truth. She was worried he would veer off and find
some powdery strength.
Darren wished he could say that she meant well, but the stony silence she
was levelling at him screamed 'mistrust'. In the company of his own mother,
Darren felt horribly alone.
They reached the gate and she stopped. "I'll wait here." She pulled out
her cigarettes and lit up.
Darren dared not speak for fear that he would start crying. There was so
much that needed to be said, but it was stuck his throat. He wanted to tell
her about the church, and how he was feeling. He wanted to tell her that he
wanted to change, but every time he looked at her, he thought he saw hate.
He trudged into the school and joined the 'A-M' queue, ignoring the
presence of his classmates. When he reached the front of the queue, he saw
that it was Miss Evans handing out the results.
Miss Evans had always been his favourite teacher. She taught music and
only ever had good things to say about Darren. At every parent's evening
she would gush about how wonderfully talented Darren was.
He took his results and scanned them quickly.
"Well? asked Miss Evans. She clearly wanted to know if he had passed
music.
"It's the only one I got an A in."
"Fantastic! In honour of that, there's something on my desk in my room
that I want you to have."
"Are you sure?"
She nodded and gave him a sweet smile. "The door's already unlocked. Just
go straight in.
Darren was feeling a little emotional. It was more than he felt he
deserved. He leaned down and gave her a kiss on the cheek. "Thank you,
Miss." He turned and headed into the music corridor.
He was so engaged in his own thoughts that he hadn't noticed the presence
of the others until he was right on top of them. He looked up just before
he bumped into them. "Shane?" Perhaps this was providence. Darren had been
trying to think of the best way to speak to Shane to apologise and make his
amends, and here he was.
The pair broke what looked to have been a passionate kiss and looked at
Darren. It was Jamie who spoke first. "You!" Jamie darted at Darren, his
hands balled into fists.
"No!" Shane grabbed Jamie around the waist and picked him up. "He can
tear you to pieces!" He put Jamie down, himself between Jamie and
Darren. "Me, on the other hand..." Shane spun around and shot his fist into
Darren's face. Darren felt a searing pain fly through his face, even as HE
flew through the air.
Darren lay on the ground for a few moments, dazed. It took a while before
the pain began to register. The warm feeling of blood under his nose gave
the first indication of the damage. He gently touched his nose and felt
agony there. It was definitely broken.
"I only wanted-"
"I don't give a shit what you wanted! You tried to out me!" Shane's eyes
were filled with hate. "We were friends for years, and that's how you repay
my friendship?"
"But-"
"Stay out of my life, Darren. And Jamie's." He took Jamie's hand and the
pair headed for the exits. Darren stood, his face throbbing, and went in
the same direction, his pace much slower than theirs. The pain had driven
Miss Evans' gift from his mind.
"It's about time! What took so- Oh my God, what happened?" Darren's
mother suddenly looked panicked.
Darren didn't want to cause any more trouble. "Somebody opened a door in
my face. I think it's broken."
"Heavens! I'll get a taxi and get you to the hospital."
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One hour, and a rather painful resetting of his nose later, and Darren
was whole again. The stony silence that had hovered between he and his
mother seemed to have been lifted as she held his hand and occasionally
stroked his hair.
The doctor had cleared Darren, informing him that there was nothing to
worry about. No permanent damage had been done and he'd be as good as new
in no time at all. "I'll write you a prescription for pain killers. Enough
for twenty four hours; just to take the edge off." He gave Darren a wink
and a smile before shuffling away.
"That's good," said his mother. "I think I can already see the bruising
though."
"It's nothing more than I deserve," said Darren, a catch in his
throat. "Mum, I'm so sorry for everything." He started to cry.
His mother rested his head on her chest like she had done when he was
younger. It had been a long time since the pair had been close. Almost as
soon as puberty had hit, Darren stopped spending time with his
parents. Now, he wanted nothing more than for her to tell him that
everything would be alright just like she had when he was a boy and she
sent his real father away.
"Mum, I need help."
"We can get you clean, my little love." She had always called him that
when he was little, but had stopped when he told her he was too old for
it. Now it was like music to his ears.
"That's not what I meant, but I do need that too. I think I need to talk
to someone. I'm sick of being sad all the time, and hurting people because
of it."
His mother continued to stroke his hair. "I'll talk to Dad." She kissed
the crown of his head. "We'll get you all fixed up."
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Jamie and Shane had made their way all the way to Jamie's house, and
Shane still hadn't calmed down. He had wittered on about 'the audacity of
it' several times and kept rubbing at his knuckles. Finally Jamie stopped
him.
"Give me your hand you idiot." Jamie took Shane's hand in his own and
started checking over the bones.
"You're mad at ME?" demanded Shane.
"No. Yes. Maybe; I don't know. I'll tell you what, though. You should
have let ME punch him. Your hand's fine, by the way."
"Why? So he could punch you back? Besides, it was me he tried to out."
"Actually, sweetheart, he tried to out US. We ARE in this together,
aren't we?"
Shane sighed. "Yes. That still doesn't explain why I should have let you
punch him."
"Because you were trying to protect me from harm."
Shane blinked. A look of complete incomprehension crossed his
face. "How's that a bad thing?"
"Look at the pair of us, Shane. Since you started to grow again, you are
now seven inches taller than me. You have broad shoulders and a chiselled
jaw, whereas I am a skinny waif of a thing. What do you think people see
when they look at us?"
Shane still looked confused.
"They see the masculine/feminine divide in our relationship," Jamie
provided. "We don't look like equal partners; we look like I'm the 'girl'
in the relationship."
"And that's...bad?"
"I don't want you to protect me, Shane!"
"So, I should let you get beaten up, just so that it doesn't look like
you're the girl? What if it had been Matthew who stopped you, instead of
me? You're not in a relationship with him; at least I hope you're not."
"That's different."
"No, it's not. Would it have made you look like a girl if Matthew had
saved you? No, because you're not a girl. So what if you're a bit smaller
than me. You're not camp. You're not feminine at all. You're worrying about
the opinion of people whose opinions don't matter."
"I just don't want to be belittled, even if I am little. I want us to be
equals."
"In case you've forgotten, you're definitely the one who wears the pants
in this relationship. You always take control in the bedroom." Shane pulled
Jamie into his body. "And as for you being little, you have a big heart
which more than makes up for your height. And don't get me started on the
monster you keep in your pants."
"Sexual advances aside, you're very sweet." The two kissed.
"Don't forget 'stunningly gorgeous'." Shane framed his face in his hands.
Jamie giggled. "That too." They kissed again.
At that, Jamie's phone buzzed in his pocket, and as always, it scared the
life out of him. He looked at the screen and saw a text from Matthew. 'Can
we talk? Bring Shane.'
Jamie stared at it for a moment before he spoke. "He called you 'Shane'."
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I hope you enjoyed this.
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of them!
I'm very sorry to see the end come for Tommy and Tanner, but as we know,
all good things must come to an end. My thanks to David Lee for that
wonderful story, and for the others he has given us to date.
There is a story in the High School section called Riding Lessons. David
recommended it to me and I'm enjoying it immensely. Take a look!
Keep an eye out for Chapter Ten!