Date: Tue, 20 Jul 1999 08:30:23 PDT
From: TheEggman <theeggman1@excite.com>
Subject: "A New Life Chapter 5" 5/? (t/t - No sex)

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A New Life Chapter 5
"Two Sides Of The Same Coin"

Mike Gibbons sat on the edge of his bed that Friday night finger-
picking haunting blues melodies on his acoustic guitar while thinking
of events old and new. The last two nights he had heard virtually
nothing from Keith. This would be the third night without contact from
his best friend and it created a dull ache in the pit of his belly. At
least they got to talk about some stuff during the night at the beach,
but the new kid Preston stole away Keith's interest in any further
discussion. Mike was torn between feeling intense pangs of jealousy
for Preston and happiness for Keith. Preston seemed to be a really
nice guy but he was an unknown. Mike could only hope that Prez would
not hurt Keith and try to get to know him better. After what had
happened a few years ago, Keith probably would not easily get over
something like that.

Mike and Keith did some experimenting when they were thirteen that
almost ended their friendship. Mike enjoyed the outrageous feelings
created by his old pal's hand. It seemed that Keith enjoyed it when
Mike returned the favor. When they were back at school the following
Monday Mike could not find anything to say to Keith. Unable to find
appropriate words, Keith was silent as well. Ever since first grade
the two boys had been practically inseparable but for almost their
entire seventh grade year they had not spoken. There was no more
meeting each other at school, hanging out by lockers, lunches in the
cafeteria, little league practice or late night phone calls.

Derrick's family moved in to the house behind Mike's during the time
that Keith and Mike were not speaking. The day they met at school and
realized how near they lived to each other the boys began to develop a
close bond. When Mike's father had a heart attack and passed away
Keith put aside the months of silence and went to his old friend's
side. Mike had both Keith and Derrick to listen to his endless crying
over the loss of his father. It seemed that every so often, for most
of the first year after his father's death, Mike would get emotional;
sometimes anger, sometimes sorrow, sometimes guilt. No matter what
though, either Derrick or Keith or both were right there to support
him through another episode.

During one such episode Mike and Keith were alone and talked for hours
on end into the wee hours of the night. They came out of the dark
confines of the closet for the first time, admitting to each other
that they had in fact enjoyed the sensations shared the previous year
but neither could they explain their inability to talk with the other.
It was easy to admit that they cared deeply for each other. They also
agreed part of the problem was fear of being classified "gay" but that
wasn't the only reason. There was still something that neither could
not find the words to describe.

There was one other thing they could easily admit to each other that
night. No matter what he was wearing, no matter how sweaty or dirty,
Derrick Siebert was a handsome blond angel from heaven. When the light
was turned off and the boys lay down to sleep they finished off their
conversation with dares to ask Derrick if he would be in to some after
school "extracurricular" fun and games.

Derrick and Mike share a love of music. Mike would pass his guitar
over the back fence to Derrick, jump over and they would jam for hours
almost daily. For many month's this went on. Even when they weren't
playing music they would discuss the merits of various bands or
favorite songs. Naturally they didn't always agree and a few sore
spots developed. One afternoon while Keith was listening to them jam
one of those sore spots got scratched. What Keith initially thought
was just some playful swearing soon became a loud argument and Mike
stormed out of the house. Keith looked over at Derrick but before he
could ask what was going on Derrick got up and left the room.

About two weeks later Mike called Derrick and asked if he could come
over, not to play but only to talk. Derrick tried to make excuses why
Mike should not come over but Mike persisted and Derrick finally gave
in. Mike jumped over the back fence and was standing in Derrick's
bedroom a few minutes later. Awkwardly they greeted each other and a
few moments passed before Mike finally asked Derrick if he wanted to
call this friendship over. Without any hesitation Derrick replied,
"No, that's not what I want."

"Then we should try to talk this out, don't you think?" Mike asked
walking towards the bed where Derrick was sitting.

Derrick got up and turned on his stereo. "There's really not much to
talk about. You like music I don't like and I like stuff you don't
like at all."

"I was just teasing you, honest." Mike said walking over to where
Derrick was standing. "It's not that I don't like it at all, I just
prefer not to listen to it."

"Well, I was only partly teasing you." Derrick said returning to sit
on his bed. "I really don't like the way some of that grunge stuff
sounds. But somehow when you play it, suddenly it sounds okay. I guess
it's just the recording I don't like."

"The same goes for me. I understand why you listen to Emerson, Lake
and Palmer. Carl Palmer's a great drummer and you're getting really
close to playing 'Tank' but some of that stuff just sounds like a lot
of noise to me."

"I really like jamming with you Mike. I j-just don't know..."

"Don't know what, dude?" Mike asked.

"How t-to umm... get to like... t-tell you..." Derrick stuttered.

"What's the matter, bud? Tell me what?" Mike pleaded.

Derrick looked down, put his head in his hands and said, "I c-can't
say."

"Look man, I really want to work this out but I guess you're not
ready." Mike said and turned to leave. "It's cool, some other time.
Call me when you're ready, okay? I'm gonna jet."

Derrick hopped off the bed saying, "No. Don't go Mike."

Mike closed the bedroom door and turned around seeing that Derrick was
as upset now as he was during that shouting match that got them into
this mess. "Please tell me." He whispered.

"I can't help it, Mike." Derrick said turning to sit back against the
headboard of his bed.

Mike walked close behind him. "Can't help what, bud? What could be so
bad? We've known each other for almost two years. You can tell me
anything."

Derrick looked down and fidgeted with a string on the blanket. "I
can't help thinking the way I do, feeling the way I do. I've got half
the girls in school following me around, practically begging for a
minute of my attention but you know what? I'm really not the least bit
interested in any of them. No matter how sweet or erotic any of those
notes are, they just don't feel the same as... I don't want to be gay,
honest I don't. I'm sorry dude. I just can't help it."

Mike stood silently at the foot of the bed for a few moments before
walking around to sit beside him. "It's okay, man. I came to the same
conclusion not too long ago. About me I mean."

The last few words spoken reverberated around Derrick's skull.
"Really?" He asked.

"Yep. It wasn't too difficult a decision for me. I've always been
attracted to other guys." Mike confessed.

"I guess I have too. I just denied it. Babes look good and all, most
of 'em. I can't explain it."

Pausing for a few seconds Mike realized that Keith was there during
the argument so he asked, "You've got a crush on Keith, don't you? I
can't say I'm surprised."

"It's not Keith." Derrick answered before Mike finished speaking.

"Keith's a really great guy and man does he have a hot body or what?"

"It's not Keith, dude." Derrick said louder.

"It's not? Well, who's the lucky guy?" Mike asked nudging Derrick's
shoulder.

Derrick looked up into Mike's eyes and confessed, "It's you, dude."

Mike paused for a few moments, unable to speak thinking to him self.
Derrick likes me? This kind, caring, blond haired, hazel eyed Adonis
likes me?

Derrick looked up and saw Mike's eyes apparently miles away. "It's
always been you. Lately you're the first person I think of when I wake
up and the last person I think of before I go to sleep."

All Mike could say was "Me?"

"Yeah, bud. You've been everything to me for the longest time."

"I really care a lot about you to, Derrick." Mike said. "I'm scared
though."

"Scared of me? Why?" Derrick asked.

"I'm not scared of you but scared of losing you and the friendship
we've already got.  I almost lost Keith back in seventh grade because
we once got... once we did some stuff. We didn't talk almost that
whole school year. I don't want anything like that to ever happen ever
again."

Derrick put his hand on Mike's knee and squeezed it gently. "It won't
happen dude. I could never diss you, ever." Derrick put his other hand
on Mike's arm to get his attention. "This last week alone without you
coming over or calling pushed me over the edge. I think maybe... I
love you, Mike."

The tears that were welling up in Mike's eyes flowed freely down his
smooth cheeks. "Really? Wow! I guess I love you too, Derrick. You
always make me feel so great, better than anyone else."

Derrick said, "I... I'd like t-t-to k-kiss you Mike."

Leaning forward towards him, Mike said, "You're so cute when you're
bashful and start stuttering! Hell yeah, you can kiss me!"

Derrick's hand slid up Mike's arm and stopped at his neck. He leaned
in, tilted his head slightly and cautiously his lips touched Mike's
for the first time. When Mike's hand slid up Derrick's arm his senses
went in to overload and he gasped, opening his mouth. Mike rolled his
tongue over Derrick's beginning a deep, slow exploration. Their hands
began to wander around, their heartbeats raced and the need for oxygen
became secondary to holding the kiss.

Mike saw Derrick's hazel eyes up close and noticed that at that moment
they seemed to be a beautiful sky blue color.  They broke their kiss
and leaned forehead to forehead against each other for a minute or
two.

"I want to... do you?" Mike asked softly.

"Oh yeah, but not here. My folks are home. Where can we go?"

Mike stood up, pulling Derrick off the bed with him and noted the
time. It was after 11PM. They had been talking for almost four hours
and it seemed like less than thirty minutes had past. "My mom and
sister are in bed by now. How about the pool-house?"

Derrick grinned and stole another kiss. "Perfect!"

"That'll be our getaway." Mike said, adjusting himself. "For our first
time that'll be comfortable and private."

The house was silent as the boys walked down the hall past the living
room and kitchen. Derrick wrote a note to his mom, just like any other
Friday night note he had written in the past two years, telling her
where he was going. Mike opened the sliding glass door and waited for
Derrick to turn out the lights and join him.

"I'm nervous, Mike." Derrick whispered as they walked across the back
yard.

"I am too, man. I don't want this to be a one-night stand and lose our
friendship in the process."

Derrick stopped Mike just before the fence and said, "It won't be,
bud. I share so much of my life with you already. I could never give
that up."

Mike smiled warmly as his greatest fear disintegrated.  "What are you
nervous about?"

"I dunno. Mostly that I won't be able to ya know, make you feel good
enough."

"Oh man, you've already made me feel great! I would've never guessed
this night would happen like this.  I really thought I had lost you
already dude." Mike said and jumped over the fence.

"Not a chance." Derrick said and jumped up and over.

They walked around the side of the pool side by side. Mike grabbed a
few cushions off the lawn furniture then opened the pool-house door.
Derrick waited outside with his hands in his pockets while Mike turned
on the lights.

"Come on in, dude." Mike said lying the cushions down on the floor.
Derrick stepped inside and looked around the room as if he had never
been in there before, looking every where but at Mike.

When Mike turned around and saw Derrick standing there, shuffling his
feet with his hands in his pockets he could barely contain his
laughter. This was a side of Derrick that was rarely seen, mostly with
large crowds and unfamiliar surroundings, like when they started high
school. After two years of seeing each other almost daily Mike thought
this was just about the cutest thing he could ever have expected from
Derrick. Mike stepped over to him and said softly, "It's just like any
other night together."

Derrick looked up at Mike, grinned and said, "Yeah, almost."

"Let's go inside the house for a few things." Mike said heading out
the door and Derrick followed close behind. They gathered up the
guitar, about a half dozen CD's, the CD player, a pair of drumsticks
and some towels then went back out to the pool-house.  Derrick put
"Blues Guitar Greats" CD in the stereo then started taping out rhythms
on the wooden benches and walls while Mike played and sang along.
When the first CD had ended Mike got up and dropped in R.E.M.'s "In
the Attic". The next thing he knew Derrick's arms were wrapping around
his waist while his back was turned.

"Thanks for giving me time to chill, dude." Derrick whispered.

"I'm glad your feeling better, buddy."

"Much better. I don't know why I get all weirded out like that."

"Don't worry about it, man." Mike replied.

"It feels good to hold you like this. Is this alright?"

"You betcha! It feels great."

Silently they began to sway slowly to the music.  After "Finest
Worksong" finished Mike turned around and kissed Derrick's soft lips.
Mike pulled up Derrick's shirt and slid his hand underneath it.
Feeling Mike's hand rub lightly across the contours of his smooth
stomach and chest sent shivers of pleasure up Derrick's spine. They
helped each other remove their shirts, kicked off their sneakers and
went over to lie on the cushions.

Derrick watched Mike intently as he sat and then lay back. He had
hoped that coming out to him would be cool. Never in his wildest
dreams did he expect that Mike would want to return the feelings. Now
as he sat down next to Mike he could admire those broad shoulders and
strong chest openly, where before he could only sneak glances.
Derrick's gaze wandered down Mike's flat stomach, past the navel and
trail of small hairs leading down under his tented jeans.

Mike's heart pounded as he watched Derrick lean back on one arm next
to him. Derrick is the most gorgeous guy in the whole high school. His
natural beauty and perfect proportions demanded attention that could
not be refused. During the summer Derrick's tan would get incredibly
dark, contrasting with his dirty blond hair. Mike reached over and ran
his hand through Derrick's blond hair while the still incredible
question "He loves me?" bounced around the echo chamber in his brain.
The question was answered when their eyes met, locked and Derrick
leaned down and kissed him softy.

For weeks after that first night together they jammed almost every day
as usual, but when they were alone at night they talked for hours on
end, every night, several times falling asleep in each others arms.
All the topics they dare never discuss openly in a crowded place were
discussed. Burdens were lifted, dreams made more real. One night on
the phone only about 7 weeks ago Derrick called and asked if could
come over. It was safer to have a little late night romp around the
bedroom here so Mike was not surprised by the question and readily
agreed. Mike greeted him at the back door and they walked to the
bedroom. They talked quietly about school and joked about the latest
gossip waiting for Mike's mom and sister to go to sleep before making
love.

When they had finished and were holding each other Derrick whispered,
"I want you with me always."

"Me too." Mike answered.

"Always, Mike. Past high school, through college and into the real
world."

"That sounds awesome. Forever is a long time though."

"Yeah but I feel like... detached from everything, as if it's not real
when I'm not with you." Derrick said.

"Yeah and that dull ache that only goes away when I'm with you." Mike
agreed.

"I know. And it really hurts too sometimes."

"Can you really be mine forever and want only me?" Mike asked.

Derrick paused only for a moment before answering, "I know I love you,
Mike. I know we can talk through everything. I want to try and keep
you forever. Could you be mine forever?"

"Oh yeah I could, Derrick." Mike said with tears of joy rolling down
his cheek.

Derrick kissed away the tears and said, "Then I'm yours and you're
mine, forever."

Simultaneously they both said, "I'll never leave your side." They
smiled at each other for a few moments then suddenly shouted, "Jinx!"
and started laughing. Mike rolled over on top of Derrick and they
kissed for a long time before making love again.

Glancing at the clock Mike put down his guitar on the bed. It was
almost midnight. He had been playing and daydreaming for about three
hours and Derrick would be home from work any minute. He grinned at
himself for letting his recollections get so intense as he walked out
to the backyard to wait for his best reason for living to jump the
fence.

Derrick still got a little shy sometimes, especially when he was the
one to initiate activities.  It was weird how behind the drum kit he
appeared to be an aggressive, almost animalistic personality, and then
in front of it he was often quite and reserved. Even stranger was the
way his hazel eyes changed color along with his mood. Mike was certain
he wasn't imagining it. The light wasn't changing his eye color his
mood was. They looked more brown when he was upset or angry, varying
shades of blue when he was thoughtful or aroused, light green while
having sex and deep green during the after glow.

Mike heard a door close and shuffling of the trees and shrubs by the
fence. He got up from the patio chair and met Derrick for a welcoming
kiss in front of the pool house. He noticed Derrick's sky blue eyes
and knew they would spend most of the night awake in each other's
arms. As they walked hand in hand back into the house Mike hoped Keith
was having as much fun with Prez as he and Derrick always had
together.

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