Date: Tue, 20 Jul 2010 13:19:55 +0000
From: Wesley-Jade Wyngaard <mystories92@gmail.com>
Subject: Not a fantasy after all- chapter 9

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This story contains scenes of explicit homosexual sexual acts between two
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Author's note:

Dear readers, I apologise for taking so long with this chapter. I hope you
like this one. Sadly this story will be coming to an end in the next
chapter. I sicerely hope you have all enjoyed reading about Dean and
Cian. Please send your comments to mystories92@gmail.com. Please enjoy!

Chapter 9: Solitude

Cian

Where is he? I thought to myself on Sunday afternoon. I hadn't seen Dean
since our date on Friday. Saturday I tried going over to his house to see
him. Needless to say that was a day I wouldn't forget. I knocked on the
door and waited. His mother opened the door.

"Hello Mrs Mason, is Dean home?" I had asked her, pasting a smile on my
face.

Mrs Mason eyes were wild when she saw who had knocked. Her eyes narrowed
and her lips pursed into a thin line. She shot daggers at me with her eyes
and though I couldn't feel them physically my mind reeled from the mental
stabs.

"YOU! You stay away from here. That fag son of mine is gone, along with his
bastard fag father!" She screamed at me. I was shaken. She then slammed the
door in my face.

I had a lump in my throat. What happened yesterday? Somewhere deep down I
felt responsible for what happened, even though I knew that it couldn't
be. I turned from the porch and made my way back across the road. I went
inside straight to the kitchen and sat at the table. I hadn't even noticed
Mrs Tennyson, who had happened to see the encounter through the kitchen
window. I was startled when she murmured my name.

"Nora! I... I didn't see you..." I mumbled, keeping my eyes focused on a
stain on the table cloth.

"My dear boy, I saw what happened," she said as she moved around and put
her arm around my shoulder.

"He's not at home... and I don't think he'll be coming back," I said,
putting my elbows on top of the table and placing my head in the palms of
my hands.

"I'm not surprised that they moved out, though the circumstances
surrounding the reasons why, are completely wrong, in my opinion. I knew
the Masons were on the verge of divorce," Mrs Tennyson said, gazing out the
window again.

I thought back to last night, wondering how this happened. We walked to his
front door and I greeted him. I... I KISSED him in front of his house!
Shit! This is all my fault. They must have seen it through the window. "I
don't have a way to contact him Nora," I told Mrs Tennyson.

"Don't worry dear. I'm sure you'll see him on Monday at school."

I wondered about that.

"Tea!" I exclaimed as I jumped up from the chair. This would a thing that I
would begin to do when I felt worried or anxious. "Would you like some tea
Nora?"

"Thank, you dear." I think Mrs Tennyson knew I needed to do something with
my hands.

I busied myself making the tea and hoping that wherever Dean was, that he
was safe.

Now, today, I still had no news from Dean. I decided to go to Julian's
place and talk to him. I knocked on his door and he opened after a few
seconds. He smiled when he saw me but it died as soon as he saw my anxious
look. "What is it, mio figlio?" he said as he ushered me into the suite.

"It's Dean, I'm worried about him," I said as I sat down on the sofa.

"Hmmm," he encouraged, eyeing me speculatively.

I told him about what happened at Dean's house and that I had no idea where
he was. I had no means of contacting him.

"I'm sure you will see him tomorrow at school," Julian said, taking out two
sodas from his mini bar.

"Hmmm," I said taking the soda. I hoped I would. I looked at Julian and
felt a surge of love for him. He'd become an important fixture in my life,
as a friend and a father. "When are you planning on going to see my
mother?"

He looked at me and smiled, reclining on the sofa next to me. "I spoke to
her yesterday as a matter of fact."

"Oh?"

"Yes, I told I would be seeing to you here first and then I will join her
in South Africa. While you've been busy at school and falling in love, I've
been looking for the perfect place for you to stay," Julian said, picking
up a folder form the side table next to the sofa. I hadn't noticed it
before.

"Really? That's really good of you. Where is it?" I asked sitting up
straighter as he moved closer to me. Despite my now purely platonic
feelings for him, I still couldn't help but notice him as a man. His right
arm bumped against my left and I could feel the strength in them. They
bulged, but overly so. He smelt like old spice, my mother loved old spice,
and he was cleanly shaven. His long fingers gripped the folder daintily and
opened it.

"It's actually a house, not big, just the right size for you, I think. It's
quite close to the school and near to the place you are staying at now. I
know you've grown close to the family living there," he said as he handed
me some photographs of the property in question.

I gaped at the pictures. Surely Julian was joking. "Julian, you said it was
small... compared to what, the White House?"

At least he had the decency to blush, which looked cute on him, but then he
grinned widely, "You are exaggerating, figlio," he chuckled.

"Am not! This place is a palace," I exclaimed. I looked at the pictures
again. The outside was magnificent. Elizabethan in style in brown hues and
oak. The surrounding grounds weren't extensive, but it was green in lush,
seeing that it was in the middle of the city. The next few pictures showed
the inside. Exquisitely furnished in typically oak furniture and warm brown
towns and patterns of the early British Queens rule. This was anything but
a house.

"Do you like it?" Julian asked, in a tone portraying the little devil on my
shoulder, but my conscience, the angel on the other shoulder was telling me
that this was too much, and I voiced this opinion. "I can't live in a place
like that. Besides, I'll be living alone."

"Just tell me this, figlio, do you like it?" he said as he put his hand on
my shoulder.

The glint in my eye must have answered my question before I voiced it. "I
love it, dad."

"That is enough for me. You will have the house. Besides, you will
officially be my son soon and I want what is best for you."

"But I can't!" I argued.

"Too late, I already bought the place," he grinned mischievously at me,
closing the folder and setting it aside.

"W-wha... but..." I was speechless. I was basically tricked into
this. Julian tapped my chin, making me aware that my mouth was hanging
open. He chuckled, got up and paced to the window. After a few seconds I
just started laughing and he joined in too. "I guess this is why your
business is so successful."

"Damn right!" he exclaimed.

"Alright, I'll move in, but on one condition."

"Name it," he said, confident that he could provide it.

I smiled evilly at him, "Dean and his dad move in with me."

His smile dimmed a little and I was satisfied that I'd got him to change
his mind. I was sure he wouldn't want me moving in with my boyfriend and
his gay father.

Julian's smile widened again, "Done!"

An hour later I left for home. I had learnt my lesson never to negotiate
with a shipping mogul. Hmm, I'd have to work on that.


***

Dean

"I don't feel like going to school," I mumbled tearfully into my pillow on
Monday morning. My whole mood was still dark and depressing. I couldn't
really comprehend what happened on Friday. The last few nights I woke up in
a cold sweat, reliving those last minutes at home... or rather I should say
my mother's home. I thought mothers were supposed to love unconditionally,
no matter what. I guess they were wrong, whoever they are.

Now I'm staying in a motel with my father... my gay father. Does this
explain why I'm like that? Why did he even marry my mother? I guess it
doesn't really matter now. She doesn't want to be my mother anymore.

"Dean... sigh... are you sure?" I looked at my father through one eye, the
rest of my face still mashed into the pillow. He looked deflated. There was
no glimmer in his eyes, like I usually saw when he talked to me.

"I'm sure... daddy," I sniffled, starting to cry again. Geez, I'm sixteen
and I'm crying like a baby.

"Oh Dean," my dad sighed, moving to sit next to me on the bed. He stroked
the back of my head lovingly. It comforted me and I began to stop
crying. "I love you Dean, with all my heart. I'll take care of you. You can
always count on me."

"I-I love you too daddy." I rarely called him daddy, usually only using it
when I was upset or I wanted something from him. No guess what I wanted
there...

"Okay, you can stay at home today, but only for today. Life goes on whether
we want it to or not. We've got to make sure it doesn't pass us by." He
ruffled my hair, stood up and left my room. I was glad. I wanted to be
alone at the moment. Having your mother throw you out can have a humongous
impact on your life and self-esteem.

I spent the rest of the day in my room, my mood getting blacker. I had
completely forgotten that there was a person who wanted me, and that he
wanted to be with me. But I couldn't bring myself to get into contact with
him. What would he think when he found out that I wasn't living at home
anymore, and that I was living with my gay father? Would he assume
something was happening between my father and me? NO! I shoved the thought
aside. I needed to have more faith in Cian. He was kind, compassionate,
loving, understanding and any other kind word I could think of. Then why
was he with me? Surely there was someone better out there for him. I soon
fell asleep after that, I was emotionally exhausted. But I wasn't sleeping
peacefully.

***

Cian

No, he didn't come to school today. But his father called in to say he
wasn't feeling well. I knew why. And it was killing me inside to know that
he was suffering alone. I loved him. I was so certain of it now that it was
firmly lodged in my mind, and heart. But I couldn't be with him today.

School dragged on and on today. Not even the students' excitement about the
junior and senior proms could lift me out of my melancholy. Kayla had tried
to get me out of it, but it was useless, and she knew why. I had told her
what happened. She hugged me and said nothing. There was nothing to say
really. This whole incident reminded me that one person in my life didn't
know about my sexuality. My father. He had died before I had the guts to
come out to my family. I missed his presence sometimes. Mostly it felt like
he was just gone on an indefinite trip and wasn't coming back, that he was
still somewhere on the planet. I wonder if he would have accepted me. I'd
like to think he would. But there's no use in me dwelling on it now. I had
to let go of the past and keep moving forward.

Later, after school, I received a phone call. I had no idea who it was. I
went to the phone in the living room and answered. At first no one
replied. "Hello," I greeted again.

"Cian?" I heard the soft exclaim of my name and my heart soared into my
throat.

"Dean! Are you okay? I went over to your house and..." I stopped, I
couldn't say anything further.

"I'm okay Cian. I... I just wanted to hear your voice. So you know
what... what happened?" His voice seemed so sad. I just wanted to pull him
into my arms and squeeze him tight.

"Yes, I know. Can you tell me where you are?" I asked, really anxious to
see him.

"You still want to see me?" he said and I could hear the slight hitch in
his voice. He was trying hard not to cry.

"Of course I still want to see you! This is not your fault Dean. It's not
your fault," I reassured him. Doubtless he was blaming himself for
everything. "Please Dean, I need to see you."

"Okay, I live in a motel with my dad." He rattled of the name and address
of the motel. I had no idea where it was, but Mr Tennyson was going to
drive me. I'd give him gas money if I had to.

"Thank you Dean, I'll be there as soon as I can. Is your dad at home?"

"Yeah, why?" he asked uncertainly.

"Good, I'm on my way. I have things to discuss with you." I said goodbye to
him and made my way to Mr Tennyson.

"Of course I'll take you," he said after I explained things to him. He was
a kind man.

On our way to the motel, it was quiet in the car. I gazed unseeingly out
the window. I was determined to tell Dean that I knew all about the story
he wrote, and that had followed it from the beginning. That I had fallen in
love with the character long before I ever met him in person, long before I
ever knew that he was staying in the same city.

"You really care for him, don't you?" Mr Tennyson said, breaking me out of
my thoughts.

"I love him, deeply."

A few minutes passed before I spoke again. "I'll be moving out soon."

"Really, so soon?" Mr Tennyson said, surprise colouring his voice.

"It's for the best. My stepfather has gotten me a place to stay, and I
intend to have Dean and his father moving in with me."

"That's a bold move for one so young as yourself," Mr Tennyson said, but I
could tell that he was proud of my determination.

"I've had to grow up quickly, to take care of my family after my dad passed
away," I said, and it was true.

"I wish you everything of the best," Mr Tennyson said as we stopped at the
motel.

"Thank you very much," I said, closed the door and ran to room 133.

It was a very good motel, not one of those seedy ones I read about all the
time. I gingerly knocked on the door and waited. A few seconds later the
door opened and a man stood in the doorway. I could easily see where Dean
got his looks from.

"Mr Mason. Hello, I'm Cian Jansen," I said as I thrust my hand out for him
to shake.

"Cian, it's a pleasure to meat you. Please come inside." He motioned me
inside.

I stepped into the room and took a quick look around. It was tastefully
furnished and clean. But not where I wanted them to stay. I actually
thought about what I was thinking. I was starting to sound like one of
those rich tycoons in those Harlequin novels. I didn't care.

"I'll go and get Cian," he said. But before he could move away I took hold
of his arm. I barely registered the strength in them.

"You are a good father, Mr Mason, don't forget that," I said quietly. I
could see moisture spring to his eyes, but he held them in check.

"Thank you, Cian," he rasped softly, before he left.

***

Dean

I heard a soft knock on the door and then my dad peeked in. "Dean, Cian is
here to see you," he said and then left.

A minute later the door opened again and Cian stepped inside. "Hi," he
said.

"Hi," I greeted.

"It's good to see you Dean; I was really worried about you." He came over
and sat on the bed near my waist.

"I'm sorry," I mumbled, struggling to keep from crying.

"What for? I told you before, and I'm sure your father did too, you are not
at fault. I know that for a fact."

I sat up against the headboard and frowned, "How could you? You don't know
much about me."

He sighed heavily and shook his head, "Dean, there is something I've been
meaning to tell you."

Oh no, here it comes, he's going to leave...

"Before I came to America," he continued, "I was alone, I didn't have
anyone to love me, someone to hold and comfort. It was just me. Sure my
family was there and everything, but it isn't the same as having someone
you can tell your deepest thoughts to. Someone you can just stare at all
the time and now that you can just go on over and kiss them, to know that
they are there for you.

"The only comfort I had was in the stories I read... stories about
friendship and love and happiness. Sometime I'd get jealous of the
characters because they'd get to kiss their partner. And then I came across
this one story that took my breath away. My heart ached for the character,
for the betrayal he went through, for the nights when he had to listen to
his parents argue and think that he was the cause of their unhappiness.

"He was kind and gentle and smart. I fell in love with and I sorely wished
this boy was real so that I could give him the love he deserved," he paused
for a moment and looked out the bedroom window.

This was all too familiar to me. It was like he was talking about me. And
that's when I realized he was! "You read my story!"

He turned back to me with a tear streaked face and nodded, "Yes, I did. And
who would've thought that that boy would come to be one of my students at a
school where I teach?" Yes, Dean, I read your story. When I met you on that
first day, I was really surprised and somehow excited too. My dream had
come true. The boy I loved was real."

"You love me?" I asked in wonder. I felt warmness in my chest and my heart
fluttered at the thought.

"Yes I love you Dean Mason!" he declared and then kissed me.

I kissed him back with all I had, trying to convey my love for him in that
kiss. He drew me close to him and I hugged him tightly as our tongues made
love. He was on top of me but he didn't bear his full weight on me.

He broke the kiss and started to unbutton my shirt. I did the same to him,
wanting to feel his skin rubbing against mine. Pale white against
bronze. He helped me get my shirt off and I slid his off his shoulders as
he straddled me waist. I gazed at his torso in wonder and began feeling
warm soft, yet firm skin. I could feel him shudder beneath my touch and he
leaned down to kiss me again. I could feel his arousal rubbing against mine
and a primal need to feel him completely naked and rubbing up against me
rushed through my body.

"I want to see you completely naked, Cian."

"You will, my love," he purred in my ears, which caused me to get
goosebumps.

I started to snap open the buttons on his jeans and he reciprocated. Soon
we were both naked and grinding against each other. His erection hot and
big against mine. I gripped his firm butt and tried to pull him tighter
against me. We were breathing heard and sweating slightly at our
exertions. It wouldn't be long before my pleasure spilled over. I wrapped
my legs around his waist and crossed my arms around his neck, but a few
minutes later he wiggled loose and started trailing kisses down my
body. First my earlobes, then my neck, then he started in on my nipples and
I thought I was going to come then and there. All the while his fingers
trailed lightly all over my body. He went lower and lower until I felt his
breath on my engorged cock. Then he lowered his mouth down my shaft and it
sounded like I mewled in pleasure. I had never felt anything like it before
and I was thrashing on the bed.

Faster and faster he bobbed, his long hair tickling my skin, until I was
right at the precipice. "I gonna come Cian," I managed to get out before I
saw stars. I was really intense and my body went rigid in sensory
overload. My toes curled and all the while Cian continued to bob as I
emptied myself into his mouth. A few seconds later and I petered out, but I
was far from finished. It was Cian's turn.

***

Cian

I gladly swallowed Dean's essence and savoured it. He pulled me up and
turned me so I was on my back.

"Your turn," he whispered into my ear. I bit my lip in anticipation. My
cock was aching for him and I could feel it throbbing.

His hands roamed my body and he stared at me with his blues eyes. I was
mesmerised by him and I didn't want it to stop. He started licking and
nibbling on my nipples and I moaned in delight. His tongue circled each one
before he bit gently down on each one. He was driving me crazy!

"Dean," I moaned softly.

His hand went straight to my cock and he trailed angel touches all along my
shaft. Then he took it into his hand and shuttled his hand up and down,
making me gasp in pleasure. All the while his mouth continued its journey
down to where my pleasure was now centred.

Then I felt him go down on me and I screwed my eyes shut to keep from just
blowing right then and there. His tongue swirled around my head and tickled
the underside. God where did he learn to do that! I was breathing heavily
now and I was extremely close to coming. His tongue flicked across my slit
and I felt his hands gently squeezing my balls.

"I'm going to come Dean," I moaned as I felt my cream rushing to spill into
his mouth. I moaned and thrashed on the bed as he continued sucking me.

Finally I shuddered to a stop and Dean let go of my spent phallus. I pulled
him toward me and kissed him languidly, tasting myself on his
tongue. "Thank you," I whispered to him.

"What for?" he asked me quizzically.

"For letting me love you."