Date: Tue, 3 Jul 2007 14:03:05 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jack Frost <unpetitpoissonbleu@yahoo.ca>
Subject: Moving On - Chapter 19

Moving On -- Chapter 19th
By Jack Frost

A special thanks to Sharon for the excellent editing work!

Un remerciement special a Francois pour la correction des textes francais
et pour le "betareading" !!!

And finally, many thanks to a certain goat with sunglasses, CJames the
betareader!


	"Ben!"  Matt jumped out of the car when he saw us coming off of the
bus, and ran to hug Ben.

	"Oh god, now here the weather is more bearable," I delighted
myself, feeling 25F instead of 5F as it had been for almost all week up
north. Not that I hate the cold, it's just that it's been tiring to bundle
up all the time for it. Just then I saw Mom next to Mrs. Lemoureaux.

	"Mom!"  I hugged her, "Missed you!" She blushed a little.
Mrs. Lemoureaux smiled at me, and then hugged Ben.

	"Ok Julie, I think I'll have my son back," Mom said, waving, "Bye!"
And we got in the car. Ben and Matt looked at me, looking a little sad and
waved bye as well.

	"Take care, Elizabeth," Mrs. Lemoureaux said before noticing Matt,
who was throwing small rocks, trying to knock the icicles down, "Matt!
Arrete ou sinon pas de dessert pour toi a soir! Pis monte dans l'auto," she
hollered. (Matt! Stop or otherwise no dessert for you tonight! Get in the
car)

	Pulling out of downtown Wilkes-Barre onto Interstate 81, Mom looked
quite happy.

	"I didn't think you'd be here today to get me," I told her as I
watched the view of the valley while we were going up on the side of the
mountains.

	"I got out of work early for this," Mom replied, "I just don't want
them to take you again," she joked.

	"Awh, d'you think I spent too much time with them?" I pouted.

	"Yes, but did you have a nice time?" she asked.

	"Of course! I went to Quebec City and Ottawa as well!" I rambled on
telling her what I had seen there. Mom seemed to be pleased and happy that
I got the most out of this trip, including improving my French.

	"At least I'll have a good excuse when I tell the school that this
was meant to help you to learn better..." she rolled her eyes, "They just
called me yesterday saying that you can't miss another day of school."

	"Heh, no comment," I said, "Any homework?"

	"Krist and Jake piled copies of their notes in your room...in an
unorganized manner, but I doubt you'll have a lot to do this weekend."

	I told her about the apartment and the nice neighborhood setting.

	"Wait... You slept in his room? But how did you sleep? I know you
wouldn't share a bed," Mom wondered.

	"Erm..." I paused a little way too long.

	"Never mind. I forgot it's not weird for you since you slept with
Krist and Jake sometimes," she brushed off whatever she had in her
mind. That was too close to an awkward explanation.

	We got home, and Jake was so happy to see me and automatically
flipped on his back, asking me to rub his belly. I went to the kitchen to
get him a meaty bone, and he took it and ran to the living room to eat it
in private. Mom had already taken out some salmon and wrapped them in foil
with butter and spices to grill them in the toaster oven. I gave her some
of the maple products I had bought and she was happy I got her something. I
also gave her $200 back that I didn't spend.

	"I gave you my bonus," Mom smiled, "Why didn't you spend it all?"

	"I didn't really have the chance to... Go treat yourself to
something nice," I finished the last piece of salmon.

	I went to my room early because I was exhausted from the long trip
back. I saw a pile of papers and notes that my friends had left on my desk
next to the computer. Fuck it... I'll worry about it tomorrow. I took off
my clothes and went to the bathroom to shower. Naturally I had to do the
deed to relieve myself after a week of sex flings that had left my body in
overproduction mode. It only took a thought of Ben and...Julien to get me
coming quicker.

	After my shower, I was doing my hair, fixing it so it could come
out right after it dried. Then my cell started ringing in my room. I had
left it there when I went away so I wouldn't have to deal with
long-distance and roaming bills.

	"Hey!" I answered.

	"Well...well..." said a familiar voice.

	"Oh Julien...what's up?" I grinned.

	"Oh nothing, just missing you," he pouted.

	"Me too, but it's only been fourteen hours since I left," I looked
at the clock.

	"And?" he chuckled," Loic is talking to Ben right now, so I just
decided to call you instead of being bored."

	"You're sweet," I sat down on the bed still with a towel around my
waist.

	We talked for a good thirty minutes until I felt too tired to go
on. I put on my undies and went to bed, but before I could fall asleep I
heard some scratching noises on my door.

	"God..." I got out of bed to open the door finding Jake zooming
into the room, and he sat down to look at me with his ears up.

	"Get on the bed..." I told him by patting the bed. Jake jumped up
and quickly found his spot, laying down and looking like a little black
furball.

	"Mom, I have Jake with me. Good night!" I called out of the door
before finally dropping my lazy ass off to sleep.

	I woke up around noon because Jake was poking me with his little
paw. I grumbled as I got up and took him in my right arm to take him out. I
ignored the cold blasting all over me in my undies. No one can see me
anyway since the house is surrounded by the woods. I chuckled as I watched
Jake relieving himself for a long time, and then run back inside. Cute
little devil. I noticed Mom's car was gone, so she must have been out
shopping.

	I called Ben to see if we could do homework together, but he said
he was out doing some errands with his dad. Nevertheless, he was almost
done and he told me to go ahead to his house as his mother and Matt were
home anyway.

	"Hi Mrs. Lemoureaux, Ben told me... I greeted her at the door.

	"Yes, I know. Come in the kitchen," she let me in and I went to the
table.

	"Want some lemon pie? I just got it from Birna's coffeeshop," she
took out a plate and fork to serve me a slice before I even had the chance
to say yes. God, Birna's pie business must be booming now because of
Mrs. Lemoureaux's sweet tooth. She also gave me some milk to wash the pie
down.

	I finished the pie and asked her if I could go to the bathroom and
then get a head start doing the homework in Ben's room. She smiled and told
me I didn't need to ask for permission.

	"But quietly. I think Mathieu is napping now. The little imp worn
himself out pulling a couple of pranks on Benoit," she rolled her eyes,
"That kid certainly will drive me to an early grave."

	I went up to the bathroom, and I found Matt standing at the sink
with his pants down and his erect dick exposed. My eyes widened when I saw
him twirling it around. Matt noticed me and jumped to cover his package
with his hand, barely enough to cup it in.

	"Shit..." I closed the door instinctively.

	"Steph!" Matt said quietly. A few seconds later he opened the door,
"Come in..." his face was all beet red.

	"I'm sorry... I didn't mean to... But dude, lock the door if you're
going to do that!" I groaned, knowing I'd never forget this image in my
head ever. Matt was sitting on the toilet, pants belt still unbuckled, and
still blushing...as much as Ben would do with his cream-white skin. Matt's
skin is quite the same as his, so the similarly was strikingly the same, to
the last detail.

	"Sorry..." Matt started, "A friend told me about it, so I was
trying to...euh...learn how to...ask, c'est quoi le mot?" he paused to
think. (What's the word?)

	"Eh...continuer a m'expliquer en francais..." I told him.

	"Ben la...j'essayais d'apprendre a se crosser la baguette..." he
quickly replied, still blushing a little. (Well...I was trying to learn how
to stroke the baguette...)

	"Se crosser?" I was a little confused.

	"Well, you know... You take your dick and...shake it?" he said.

	"Oh...OH!" I felt a little embarrassed. He looked at me, wondering
about something, "Well, Matt...it seems you didn't succeed in doing it
yet..."

	"Could you show me then?" he asked out of the blue, eyes back to
the floor. Huh?!

	"Erm, Matt... This is something you should be asking your
brothers..." my voice trailed away, trying to avoid this.

	"But Ben is not here..." he said, still facing the floor.

	"Wait till he comes home then," I suggested.

	"But..." he said. Oh not another `but'. "I can't take it
anymore... I feel so funny down there. Like...an urge to release," he
turned to look at me.

	"I understand but..." I hesitated.

	"Pleassseee..." he pouted.

	"Ok...ok...ok..." I sighed, looking around the bathroom for a model
because there was no way I'd use the real thing. I saw a toothpaste tube,
so I used that.

	"Ok... Let's say this is a penis, ok?" I told him and he nodded,
"Just do this...and let the skin slide up and down," I mimicked the
stroking, "Not twirling it around like you just did. That won't do shit..."

	"Ok..." he took the toothpaste and copied what I had showed him.

	"Exactly! That's it! You'll know when you're done..." I took the
toothpaste to put it back, but where did I find it? Oh...right
there... Then I turned around to see Matt, who had his dick out now,
stroking it as I instructed. God, he's sure not shy.

	"Ah shit... Matt! I so didn't want to see that!" I jerked my head
around so he was out of sight.

	"But it feels...so good," he panted lightly, "I can't stop..." I
turned my head to peek.

	"Move your hand a little upward," I jerked my head back around,
putting him out of view.

	"Hmmmm...but I'm getting a weird feeling... Getting stronger
too... Oh shit..." Matt whispered.

	"Matt! Dammit..." I ran to get some toilet paper and caught his
first spurt of semen to stop it from landing on his shirt. I held the
toilet paper under his dick to catch the remaining drops. My goodness, he's
really grown for his age...like five inches. Oh damn, that sounded really
perverted now. Just shut up.

	"What's that white stuff?" Matt looked a little nervous, "Is it
bad?"

	"No...no..." I wiped the head dry, "I didn't tell you that's the
`release'. Just...put it away..." Matt tucked it back in his undies.

	"Sorry..." Matt grinned lightly, "But it felt better now."

	"What's going on?" Ben came into the bathroom.

	"Let's say I had to be the brother for a while, and that was the
most awkward moment in my whole life," I threw away the toilet paper.

	"Huh?" Ben looked confused.

	"You ask him... I've had enough..." I left the bathroom to go to
Ben's room.

	I started on my biology homework and fifteen minutes later, Ben
came in looking amused.

	"Shut up..." I warned him, but he just bursted out laughing, "God,
glad that amuses you."

	"It's really cute... I'm sorry. I should've saw it coming when he
asked a couple weird questions," Ben sat on my lap, kissing my forehead,
"But that means he's looking up to you now. Any moment now, he'll start
pulling tricks on you like he does to me and Adrien. History speaks... he
does the same to Julien and used to with my ex."

	"Steph!" Matt blushed his way in the room, "Desole!" (Sorry) he
pulled me into a hug.

	"Oh...heh..." I rubbed his head. He's just about five feet tall and
I'm about six. He let me go, grinning and giggling out of the room. I went
to close the door so Ben and I could have some privacy.

	"Cute kid," I smirked at Ben, but Ben was giggling so hard with his
hand over his mouth, "What?"

	"On your back..." he pointed. I reached around my back and felt a
sheet of paper sticking on it. On it was written `Someone fuck my asshole'
with an arrow pointing down.

	"Told you so!" Ben laughed.

	"Matt!" I called out, but I heard him closing his bedroom door,
laughing as well. That little punk. One day I'll get him back.

	I crossed the lake on the ice to the trail where I found Krist and
Jake waiting as usual. Krist was holding a cup of coffee, so that
means...he's a little moody...

	"Krist! Jake!" I shouted. Jake and Krist jumped and turned around
to see me. Krist was already waving his hand in the air.

	"Fuck! You made me spill some coffee on my hand!" Krist growled,
looking like he was ready to dump the rest of the coffee at my face.

	"Yeah, happy to see you too," I grinned, "Here...something from
Canada..." I handled over a bag.

	"What's this?" Jake asked, holding a piece of golden-brown candy.

	"Maple candies," I took one in my mouth, "Try it."

	"Not bad... Not bad... Especially with coffee," Krist said.

	"So tell us!" Jake said, "About the trip."

	"Of course!" I told them all about the trip while we waited for the
bus and then more about it after we got on the bus. I filled in for Alex as
well before Ben got on and mocked Fran's gloomy look at him, and that made
several kids giggle through their teeth.

	"I certainly hope my entrance was dramatic enough!" Ben grinned at
us before sitting down in front of us.

      "Hey Ben," we all greeted him. Ben joined in our conversation, adding
more details about the trip.

      "Who are Julien and Loic?" Krist wondered.

      	"Yeah, you mentioned them a few times already," Alex nodded.

      	"They're my close friends," Ben answered.

      	"I can see that, but the way you talk about them makes them sound
like..." Krist told Ben.

      	"Like what?" Ben looked at him curiously.

      	"Well, boyfriends," Krist whispered so the kids around us wouldn't
overhear us and get the wrong idea.

      	"Oh..." Ben blushed slightly, "I won't deny it. Julien is my best
friend. Loic, we just met for the first time when we were there."

      	"Gay?" Alex looked questioningly, "Eh, no comment." Krist looked at
us, like he had something on his mind.

      	"Eh, whatever. I don't judge people over stuff like that," Krist
brushed it off, rolling his eyes, "Sometimes, I don't think it's right
though."

      	"Agreed," Jake nodded.

      	At that moment, Ben and I could feel the sense of uncertainly in
the air. What my friends have said doesn't sound positive nor
negative...just unclear. I just don't know and I'm still not ready for it,
frankly. They don't seem to be the intolerant type and they were raised to
be open-minded, but you never know.

      	"Steph, fais-toi-z-en pas," Ben whispered, "on est pas oblige de
leur dire..." I nodded, meaning I understood. (Don't worry... We're not
obligated to tell them)

      	"Huh?" Krist looked at us.

      	"Nothing," Ben answered, "I was just asking Steph if he did the
homework yesterday."

      	"Yeah guys, thanks for piling up stacks of shit on the desk while I
was gone," I smirked.

      	"Blame the teachers, not us," Krist rolled his eyes, and then
smiled.

      	"Steph!" Mrs. Schultz smiled, "Great to have you back. I was just
getting into French class when she said my name.

      	"Erm...thanks?" I sat down at my usual desk.

      	"I was wondering about your unusual absence, so I called your
mother. And I was surprised to learn that you were spending a week in
Quebec," she looked excited, "Please tell the class about it! S'il vous
plait, racontez-en!" (Please, talk about it)

      "Erm, ok...I went to Montreal with a friend..." and the details of
the trip started over again. I hope I don't need to repeat that any more
today. Not that I don't mind showing off Canada, but I need a freaking
break. Mrs. Schultz was happy and quite pleased that my French had improved
somewhat, so she didn't fail me for a couple of quizzes that I missed.

      	"Hey!" Ben said at our lunch table before he suddenly almost got
knocked over by that same jerk of a senior he had a problem with a couple
of weeks ago.

      "Yo!" Krist zoomed off his seat to push him away, "What's your
fucking problem?!" Krist spat at his face.

      "Him," the senior grumbled.

      "Huh? I don't speak retardedese," Krist put his hand around his ear
to mock him.

      "Him...for being..." the senior guy said, but paused when he saw
someone over his shoulder, "Different..." he turned around.

      "For being different?" Krist looked confused. Oh no, please don't
tell him. Just don't! My mind screamed.

	"Hold it there, young man!" Mrs. Benton yelled at the senior,
"What's going on now?"

	"Nothing!" the guy said, looking a little annoyed.

	"Right, if it were nothing, I wouldn't've walked over here," she
said sarcastically, arms folded.

	"He nearly shoved Ben to the floor for no reason," Krist told her.

	"Is that so?" Mrs. Benton stared at the guy. He nodded hesitantly.

	"Then go to the office with me," she sighed, "You've got issues to
work out."

	"Maybe you're right," he grumbled, trying to feign innocence. He
walked with Mrs. Benton out of the lunchroom.

	"Asshole," Krist returned to his seat, looking obviously annoyed,
"What did he mean by `different'?" Krist asked Ben.

	"Well..." Ben's voice trailed off, "It's so stupid." Don't tell
him, Ben. Just lie... I know you will.

	"I can imagine it is," Krist scoffed, "Well?"

	"For being foreign..." Ben finally answered the question.

	"What the fuck?" Krist looked dumbstruck, "That makes no sense at
all!" And then he started to curse in strings of words in Icelandic.

	"Krist, calm down," Jake told him.

	"I'm calming down..." Krist hovered his hands over the table, "This
just pisses me off. Ben, if that prick gets you again, tell me and I'll
take care of him."

	"Thanks..." Ben replied, "How sweet..." he giggled.

	"Sweet?" Krist raised his eyebrows, "Are you getting gay on me?"
Krist glared. Ben's face blushed so hard, and I felt nervous now.

	"Just kidding," Krist laughed it off. Ben looked relieved and
smiled. Then we went to eat our lunch.

Once again, a special thanks to Sharon for the editing job!!!

Encore une fois un remerciement special a Francois pour le "betareading" et
pour la correction des textes francais !!!

And finally once more, many thanks to a certain goat with sunglasses, CJames!

Discussion topic on GA can be found here through the link below.

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