Date: Sun, 05 Nov 2000 16:26:17 CET
From: a a <vhere@hotmail.com>
Subject: Love is worth all the risks 4

LEGAL STUFF

This story is a work of fiction involving teenage boys. All The usual rules
apply. If you shouldn't be reading this now then don't continue on! If you
do, don't get caught!

This story is copyright by (c)vhere who retains all rights. If you want to
use it, in any way, send me a mail, I'm sure we will find an agreement.


ABOUT THE STORY

I ask for your leniency because I have mitigating circumstances:
1- This is my first attempt to wright a story.
2- I am French, so my English is far from perfect (if you mail me you will
understand what I mean in my answer!)

So try to be kind and positive in your criticisms!!
Send them to vhere@hotmail.com


SPECIAL THANKS

It's my pleasure to thank Christian who helped me so much in the writing of
the story. Without him and his talented bilinguism "Love is worth all the
risks" should have remained a project for a long time.

He has been a scrupulous proofreader and a very helpful teacher. I don't
know how to pay him back all the time he spent on my work!!

I owe him my first publication. I'll never forget it.

Thanks to James too, a new proofreader who improved the story, for my
pleasure, and yours I hope !!!!

And now the show can go on!



LOVE IS WORTH ALL THE RISKS

CHAPTER 4: The time of truth


Taylor got of his bed and went in front of me, three feet away. He was
smiling at first then he began to chuckle and ten seconds later he was
laughing so hard!

I was looking at him in disbelief. I was hurt to death that he could laugh
at me. I didn't deserve that. He tried to say something but he could hardly
speak:

"Ma... do... stupid... stop..."

I looked straight in his face, I was mad.

"Even if I am a fag, I'll not let you call me names! This time I'll
leave!!"


I began to stand up. He held out his hand, putting it on my shoulder. I
moved away. Suddenly he jumped on me and tackled me to the floor. I tried
to escape but he had a very firm grip on me.

"Don't fight me!" he said between two laughs.

"Let me go Taylor! Please, have pity on me, let me go!"

"No, I won't let you go because I have something to tell you too!"

"Other sweet names such as stupid?"

"You misunderstood me! I didn't say you are stupid but WE are stupid."

"Why?"

"Because you were fearing the reaction I would have knowing you are gay?"

"Yes, very clever!"

"And I was scared to death for the very same reason. Matt I am gay too!"

"No way. I don't believe you man! That works on the love stories you can
read on the web,but not in real life. How do I know you are not making fun
of me one more time?" I replied harshly.

He looked in my eyes. He was no more than five inches far from me. He
approached slowly. I was feeling his soft and warm breath. When his lips
touched mine, I was paralyzed. I almost fainted. He backed up two inches.

"Did... did.. did you do that just to prove that you are gay?" I asked, "or
do you..."

I didn't have time to end my sentence: he was back on my lips pressing them
more and more. His lips parted and his tongue looked for a way between
mine. I felt it against my teeth. I parted them, hesitantly.  At that very
second his tongue invaded my mouth searching my own. When they touched I
lost contact with reality. I was no more in a room nor on a carpet: I was
flying over the clouds, I was travelling to the farthest stars, sliding
over the brightest rainbow, playing guitar with Jimmy Hendrix, singing with
Madonna, all at once.

It's impossible to describe how it was. The taste of his saliva, his lips,
the warm of his breathing, the sweetness of his moans, the delicate texture
of his cheeks, the very tender strokes of his right hand on the back of my
neck, his weight on me... All mixed to compose the greatest cocktail of
sensations. I didn't want to stop it. I wanted it to last for ever. I
thought that if it has to stop, I could die just now: it was worth to have
lived for a kiss like this one.

I dont know how long we remained kissing.

"Taylor, is this a dream?"

"I don't know Matt, but it's four AM so it could be."

I gave him a light kiss.

"You seem so real, I am beginning to believe in luck!"

"So I do!"

We were laying on our sides, face to face, and I was stroking his hair and
his right cheek. When one of my fingers came over his lips, he bit it
slightly.

"I can feel it's less and less like a dream. Thank you God for giving me
the Angel of my dreams, for giving me the most unreachable gift!"

Taylor had a tear rolling along his nose.

"I am so happy Matt! I would like to stay here, in your arms, forever."

"So I would! But being older I need more comfort than you do and I think we
could return to bed."

"Only if you agree to share mine!"

He smiled and we climbed together in his bed without releasing each other,
as if we were still fearing a deceptive dream. We cuddled tightly, just
looking at each other, and exchanging light pecks from time to time.

Slowly I saw Taylor getting more and more sleepy? When his eyes were
closed, I whispered in his ear:

"I love you Taylor."

"Hum..." he opened an eye.

"What did you say?"

"Oh nothing!" I replied shyly, "go back to sleep!"

"No, no! You said something and I would like you to repeat it."

I looked at him and what I saw in his eyes erased all my doubts, all my
fears.

"I love you Taylor."

He remained silent, an angelic smile on the lips, as if he was savoring my
words.

"I love you too Matt! Since the first moment I saw you! I love you!"

Ten seconds later we were both sleeping in each other arms, exhausted.



The next thing I saw was his mother standing in the middle of the room. She
had opened the curtains to wake us because it was already eleven AM. When
she realized we were in the same bed she said:

"Oh, excuse me, I shouldn't have come in! I'm sorry" and she went out. (
what a good place for an other cliffhanger!)

Taylor was still asleep. I shook him roughly.

"Taylor wake up! Oh wake up! Something horrible has just happened!"

"What?"he muttered.

Then he quickly made his way out of the bed.

"Excuse me, I have an emergency!" and he ran to the bathroom. Two minutes
later he was back in the bed.

"What's up Matt, you look like you have seen a ghost. Do you regret
anything about what happened during the night?" He asked with concern.

"No, not at all. It began by being the worst part of my life but it ended
with the best I have ever wished? I love you Taylor." I said my voice
quavering. "This night I told it to you half asleep, and now I am totally
awake and I want to tell you for ever: I love you Taylor."

He was staring at me with a look of complete happiness. We shared our first
morning kiss. If you want to know how it was, refer to the previous lines,
it was about the same. Perhaps better if it's possible, you know the way it
gets better when it gets older, like a good wine. Maybe it was just better
because we had experienced it once and doing it again we knew what to
search for, what to give to the other one and what to take from him.

We remained kissing and caressing each other for a few minutes. Our hands
were more and more bold. Suddenly I parted from him.

"Your mother Taylor!"

"What about my mother? Don't shout her name or she could come in and it
would be quite embarrassing don't you think so?"

"She did it!"

"Did what?"

"Came in!"

"In here, you mean in my room?"

"Yes that's exactly what I mean!"

"But when? I haven't seen her!"

"You were still asleep. She came in to ask us to come for breakfast because
it was already eleven AM. She opened the curtains, that woke me and I
looked at her, and she saw us!."

"Oh shit, shit, shit!!!! Did she say anything?"

"Hum, something like excuse me, I shouldn't have to... What are we going to
do?"

"I can't avoid the problem anymore now. I have to face it. Anyway I was on
the verge of telling her, and since I have you, I feel stronger."

"Do you think it will be difficult?"

"I don't know" he replied, uncertain. "I know she really loves me so I
don't fear being rejected. But I don't know if it will be easy for her to
accept the fact I am gay. I am more anxious for her than for me. I have to
go now."

"Do you want me to be with you or do you prefer to do it alone?"

"With you by my side I would be able to face any situation, but I don't
want to embarrass you with my family problems!"

"It's no more yours but ours! I'll be there for you, let's go."

We dressed quickly and we went down. His mother was in the kitchen,
drinking slowly a cup of coffee and listening to the news from the radio.

We came in together and stopped on the other side of the table. We were
unable to decide how to begin.

She lifted her eyes and looked at us.

"Hello boys!"

"Hello mum!"

"Good morning Ma'am!" I replied.

A weird silence invaded the kitchen for two or three seconds.

"Well" she said, "who is the one who has been so afraid during the night
that he had to be reassured by his friend?" She asked grinning.

We looked at her disconcerted. We weren't expecting that!

Taylor turned to his mum.

"Is this what you believe mum?"

"If it's what you want me to believe, so it's what I'll believe. It's none
of my business what you do in your room and I apologize for intruding. If
things are different, it's up to you to choose what you want to say, to
whom and when."

Some more seconds of an awkward silence. That morning conversation was not
running very fast.

Taylor took a deep breath.

"Mum, I want to tell you two things really important about me."

"I am listening son."

"Mum, I am gay. I have been gay for ever, that is the first one."

"And the second is?"

He looked at me, then back at his mother

"The second is that I am in love."

And saying that he took my hand in his.

I was overwhelmed at once by joy and shyness. I was not used to see my most
intimate feelings in the open.

I saw a tear escaping from the left eye of Martha, it rolled along her jaw
up to the dimple of her chin. She smiled.

"I am happy Taylor. I am happy for you. Love is the most wonderful, the
most precious present life can give you."

"You don't mind me being gay?"

"No I don't mind. I love you Taylor."

"I knew that mum, thank you."

"You don't have to thank me Taylor, I owe you so much for being the best
son a mother ever had. I'll never be able to pay you back."

She stood up and Taylor rushed in her arms. They hugged for a long
time. When they parted, Martha came to hug me also, as to say she accepted
me as the lover of his son or to make me feel that I belonged to the
family: a strange and nice sensation.

We sat down around the table and Martha poured us cups of coffee. It was a
little bit late to eat breakfast at almost twelve. Martha looked at me and
asked:

"Matt, it's not really my business but does your family know that you..."

"That I am gay?"

"Yes."

"Yes, they know. I told it to Lucia my sister, then to my parents. It was
awfully difficult for me to say it, but I went through it and they were
marvelous. Their acceptance has been without any restriction. I am still
moved when I think about it. When you are doing something really difficult,
it's important to know that your close family is going to be with you, to
help you."

"You're right Matt. It's terrible to see that some parents put ideology,
social conventions, religious convictions or their social image above the
love to their children. Love should be above all.  And do they know that
Taylor is your boyfriend?"

Taylor jumped on his chair with a very surprised look.

"Excuse me Taylor, I didn't want to shock you."

"No, it's nothing mum. I have just been surprised by the word. I haven't
thought about it for us."

"I won't use it again if you don't want."

"Oh I do... if Matt agrees."

"As long as you want Taylor."

"How nice you are! So, do they know about you two?"

"No they don't nor I did until four AM this morning! I have only told Lucia
I have fallen for Taylor and she helped me a lot."

"What did she say?"

"She said I had to tell him, not immediately of course, but I had to, even
if it was risky. I remembered his exact sentence. She told me: "love is
worth all the risks".

"Oh, next time you come here, come with her, I am sure I'll like her."

Then I noticed the clock.

"OMG it's almost one PM and I promised my mother to be at home before
twelve, I have to go."

"Yes, hurry up, and while you go back I'll give her a call to tell her we
were all very late this morning."

"Thank you Martha, thank you for all."

I rushed through the door

"I'll call you this afternoon Taylor!"

"See you!"

It seemed like I was always running between Taylor's house and mine. I had
left all my stuff at Taylor's. I was in too much of a hurry, and moreover,
it was a good reason to return or to ask him to bring them back to me.

"For somebody who is an hour late, you seem quite serene!"

"Oh, sorry mum, I wasn't paying attention to the time."

"It means that you were enjoying yourself, and don't worry, Taylor's mother
just called me. She seems likeable. We'll invite her for a drink soon."

"She is, really. We spoke a lot yesterday and this morning, she's nice and
funny. She works as a French interpreter."

"Oh really ? I'm just looking for one to help me to organize an
international meeting for my best client. And how was it with your new
friend?"

"It was great" I replied, trying to seem not to enthusiastic and to control
the colour of my bloody cheeks. "We played video games and had a lot of
fun, but first we worked on our math homework for more than three hours!"

She smiled and we came in. We ate, just the three of us: Lucia was out with
some friends. At the beginning of the afternoon the phone rang. Mum picked
it up.

"Good afternoon... Yes Taylor he is here, wait a minute. Matt! Taylor for
you" then she added hiding the phone with her hand "a perfect gentleman, he
introduced himself!"

I ran to my room and took the phone waiting for my mother to hang back.

"Hello Taylor how are you?"

"I miss you, Matt, I already miss you."

"I miss you too."

"I want to kiss you right now!"

"So why don't you come here to be more concrete about your intentions? You
could also bring me back all the stuff I left at your house this morning."

"That's the best idea! I jump in my blades and I'll be here before you have
hung up!"

"Well I start my chrono."

Four minutes and fifteen seconds later he was at my door, out of breath. He
removed his blades and came in. We went to the kitchen to have a drink.

My parents were there.

"Mum, dad, here is Taylor."

"Hello!" Said my father, "welcome Taylor."

"Hello Taylor" said my mother.

"Good afternoon Mr and Mrs. Ramsgate."

"As you look to be one of Matt's best friends, we are going to see you a
lot so just call us Mouna and Don" said my father.

"Thank you Mr... thank you Don!"

"What are you going to do this afternoon? Skating?" He added seeing the
blades in Taylor's hands.

"Yes perhaps" I answered, "but before I want to show him my room and some
of my video games."

We went to my room.  As soon as my door was closed, he was in my arms
embraced in a kiss, which, from soft, quickly became furious and wild. My
hands were rubbing his back down to his ass, so firm and round. When they
went under his shirt, directly on the skin, it was magic. A magic
earthquake. I didn't have to move them, they were shivering so hard that it
was as if they were moving by their own will.  Each movement was a terrible
dilemma: what to do? To stay at the same soft warm and nice place? Or to
look for an other one?  I would have liked to touch him everywhere at the
same time. I could have stayed like that, just kissing and caressing him
for ever. Besides I don't know exactly how much time we spent in each other
arms, at least half an hour.

When we broke the kiss, I looked at him. His eyes were full of joy and
happiness.

"I love you Taylor. I am happy to have you. You can't understand how much
it means to me. I have been waiting for so long!

I have always had the impression that I was not able, or not allowed, to be
in love with somebody. I have envied so much the others for being together
as I was so deeply alone, and sure to remain alone for ever. I thought life
was not fair with me and now I have you, it's worth to have waited so
long."

I saw a single tear on his eyelid. I took it very lightly with my lips.

"Matt, I think I can understand what you say because I feel the same. You
know, I have also been in the closet as long as I can remember. Today it's
as if the whole world is open to me. I don't fear it anymore. When I first
saw you, I thought that chance was teasing me one more time, but I was sure
I could keep control. But as time passed, I understood that my feelings was
not the crushes I have already had for other guys. Love was invading me, I
knew it. I was scared. Love was making my life better and worse at the same
time. I love you Matt and I always will."

It was my turn to shed some tears. He took my head between his hands and
gave me a big wet and noisy kiss on my lips.

"Well, we are getting soapy Matt! I don't know if our dialogue could do a
good scenario for a TV show or a good story to read, but you have to know
that it's marvellous to play it with you."

He bursted out laughing, and I joined him. Somebody knocked at my door. I
opened it and Lucia came in.

"Hello!" she said, "what is so funny?"

"Oh, nothing to speak of, something like a private joke."

"Private one or intimate?" she asked smiling.

I saw Taylor turning different shades of red. Lucia did as if she had not
noticed but I was sure she had.

"I was about to go skating and mum told me that Taylor was here with his
rollers so I thought we could go all together to join Cathy and some other
friends. It's a good idea isn't it?"

I looked at Taylor and he nodded in agreement.

"It's OK!" I said. "It will be a good way for you to discover a little bit
more of the town. Lucia you will have some very hard time to follow the
great skaters we are!"

"We will see who is the slowest, but not before the end of the stroll!"

Five minutes later the three of us were skating at high speed to
Cathy's. She was waiting for us with five or six other friends from
school. She welcomed me as usual, a little bit too warmly. I detected a
gleam of embarrassment in Taylor's look. So I came close to him and
whispered:

"Don't worry, there is nothing between Cathy and me."

"I don't worry Matt, I trust you and furthermore I know there is nothing
between you and her, she already told me. As she did for the crush she has
for you. I don't worry, I'm just a little guilty because I have been here
for two weeks and I have you, whilst she has been waiting for so long!
Guilty because I have you and don't want to share! I want to keep you for
me alone!!"

"Oh! Mr Exclusive, before being able to keep, you will have to catch!"

And I dashed off at my maximum speed. As soon as he realized he chased
me. The others first shouted:

"Where are you going?"

Obtaining no answer, they started chasing also.  So we were, ten kids
skatting at full speed, terrorizing the pedestrians and some drivers. Ten
minutes later we were in the park (two and half miles away), all safe,
thanks to our technique for the most and to our good star for the rest.

"Did you see that poor old woman with her little dog? It was so afraid it
ran three times around her. She was tied up with the leash! An indian
wouldn't have done a better job! I told her: "wait Squaw, I'll come back to
take care of your scalp!""

We all bursted out laughing. It was almost painful to laugh that much being
out of breath. We rested there, laying on the grass, an hour long, chatting
about nothing, enjoying the warmth of the sun and the light caress of a
summer breeze.  It was a great moment! Of course I would have preferred to
be alone with Taylor, but knowing he was there, close to me, knowing he was
in love with me, knowing he was my boyfriend, was enough to make me the
happiest boy on earth. I think my joy was contagious because it seemed we
all had a lot of fun.

We resumed skating, more quietly this time. We made a complete city tour
for Taylor. We went around the mall, not inside because skaters weren't
allowed to. We also went to the cinema, the theater, tennis courts,
stadium, gymnasium. We even went to the museum! Taylor was not ignoring
anymore the interesting places, including bars, Mac Donalds, pizzeria...

It was almost six PM when we broke up. Lucia, Taylor and me were skating
slowly and silently back to my house. When we arrived Lucia said:

"Goodbye Taylor, I had a very good afternoon!"

Oh no! It couldn't end that way I thought.

"Taylor?" I asked him suddenly. "Would you like to stay the night?"

"Of course I would like, but don't you think it's a bit late to ask your
mother?"

"Would your mother mind it?"

"No, I don't think so."

"So it's as if it's already done!"

"But I have no clean clothes."

"I'll lend you some."

"No night clothes."

"You won't n..." I remembered suddenly that Lucia was still there, "I'll
lend you some also and soap, shampoo... even a tooth brush if you want!"

"OK! OK! I surrender."

We came in and Lucia told me discreetly:

"You act as a conquistador!"

I didn't replied, I just grinned.

When I asked her, my mother immediately agreed with Taylor spending the
night, so did his mother. We quickly showered, separately: we did not want
anybody to have any suspicion about our plans for the night.

Dinner was uneventful, everybody spoke about his day and Taylor had to
answer the usual questions parents always ask to the new friends of their
children: what do your parents do, what are your favorites subjects at
school, what kind of sports are you in, other leisure activities...? Taylor
did a pretty good job, answering all the questions with simplicity and good
mood. At the end of the meal, he was like an old friend of the family. We
helped my parents to clean the dining room and we said goodbye to
everybody. It was just nine when I closed the door of my room.

He turned towards me with a mischievous smile.

"Perhaps we could play some video games or watch TV, or perhaps you have an
other idea???"


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