Date: Sun, 22 May 2011 15:38:11 +0100
From: Justin <someone.like.you.5704@gmail.com>
Subject: Someone Like You, Chapter 1

Disclaimer: This series of fiction contains love and sexual interaction
between two teenage males, if you are under the legal age to view material
such as this, please discontinue reading, similarly, if you're not too keen
on viewing material such as this, I also suggest you discontinue reading.
All rights to this series are reserved by the author (me). This is a piece
of fiction, and is not based on any real circumstances, any similarities in
this story to any persons dead or alive, or any situations is purely
coincidental.

Right, this is my first go at writing a story like this, sorry if it's not
that good. Also, I'd like to point out that that there aren't any scenes of
sexual contact until it's necessary in the story; this isn't a story that
revolves around sexual situations. Be aware that this story is set in the
UK, and I'm British... I thought I'd better let you know in case there were
some terms or phrases or whatever that some people from other regions might
not fully grasp.

Sorry that this chapter isn't that interesting, It's just an introduction
really.

If you want to contact me with questions, suggestions or comments I'd be
glad to read them and get back to you.

Email address: someone.like.you.5704@gmail.com

Enjoy!

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"What's this?"

"What?!" I said, suddenly quite worried about what my Mum had just
discovered, I always got unnecessarily paranoid whenever she discovered
something. That's generally what it's like for people that keep secrets.

My secret is that I'm gay... or bi, I'm not too sure. I mean, I love the
thought of having a family with a beautiful brunette woman and being happy
with her and stuff. But, I can't help but feel attracted to guys.  If
there's a topless guy nearby, I can't help but take sneaky glances at them,
unless they're really fat or really hairy. I end up fantasising about
certain guys and what it'd be like to kiss them.  Now, I'm not one of those
'In your face' gay guys or anything, I act like any other guy, I don't talk
about pussy or hot girls or anything, but my friends just assume that's
because I have respect for girls, which I do. I have a girlfriend, which
you might find a bit weird, I'm going through hell trying to break it off
with her, she's amazing, but there's no spark on my end whereas she says
she's in love with me.

My name's Jason Moore, I'm 17 years old, 5'10" tall and I've got a head
covered in dark brown hair that's usually styled to look a mess. I wouldn't
say I'm like one of these really hot guys with bulging abs and pecs, but
I'd say I look healthily toned. I'm quite self conscious and don't often
take my top off or anything like that, as a result, I'm quite pale chested,
but I've got a medium complexion so it doesn't really show so much. The
only parts of me that I REALLY like are my deep green eyes and my smile.

Anyway, back to the situation I was in...

My mum turned around holding my laptop and pointing at the screen, like
most teenage boys, a parent using your laptop is probably one of the
scariest moment of your life, any moment she could just open my browser
history, for most guys though this would just mean embarrassment because
their parent found their wanking material... for me, if she went in MY
browsing history it would mean she'd find out that her youngest son was
gay, which I didn't want anybody knowing. You may think 'what's the big
deal?'. The area I live in, in the south east of the UK some people harshly
judge you if you're gay and still assume that you're going to jump on any
random guy and start butt-fucking them, sadly, my family are one of those
families that cringe and turn the channel over on the TV if there is a gay
kissing scene, which made it difficult for me to admit to anybody that I'm
batting for the other team.

"What's that?" I asked, while my heart was still beating faster than it
should have been.

"I keep trying to type in a password but all that comes up is a bunch of
dots" she replied. I felt relieved.

"Ahahaha, it's meant to, it's there so people don't see what you're typing"

"Well how the hell am I supposed to know what I'm typing"

"I don't think you're ready for the world of Facebook, mum." I laughed.

"Oh, I can't be bothered with this stupid thing" she said, obviously
feeling a bit old for her age. She shut the laptop and went back
downstairs.

It's just me and my mum living here now, my sisters and my brother each
have their own families and my dad has another fiance that doesn't like me
being around. My mum and I get by fine though, she works as a carer for an
old man that lives alone in a huge house down the road and I'm studying my
A Levels at school; History, English Language and Sociology, all boring
subjects.

I grabbed the laptop and turned it back on; I closed down the facebook sign
up page and opened up my internet history. I was so glad that she hadn't
found out how to look here as my internet history was riddled with
different incriminating gay websites, from Tube8's gay section to a picture
of Chord Overstreet shirtless, and from Nifty's erotic stories to video's
on YouTube of people's coming out stories.  I decided the safest thing to
do would be to delete all of this and put a password on my laptop. After
I'd finished, I took myself downstairs and sat on the sofa while my mum
hurried around in the kitchen preparing our dinner.

My phone beeped, I looked down at it and saw that I'd got a text message
from my best friend Jack, I smiled and opened up the text to see what it
said. 'can I come round yours? i'm bored :)' I laughed at this. Jack
usually only texts me when he wants to come round, I like it when he does
though, it usually means he'll end up sleeping over at mine. Before you
think anything sinister goes on, he's straight, either that or he does a
VERY good job at acting the role of a straight guy. When he stays round, I
usually just pull out the extra mattress from under my bed and he sleeps on
there after we've spent most of the night playing on Halo or Mariokart
(childish, but ridiculously competitive). I replied to his text with 'yeah,
we've got lasagne for dinner'.

"Mum?" I called out into the kitchen, a few seconds later she burst into
the living room with flour on her face (she makes her own pasta).

"What?" she said impatiently.

"Can Jack stay over tonight?"

"Oh.. Er, Yeah, why not. I'm making more than enough Lasagne anyway." At
the end of her sentence, she smiled. She loved showing off her cooking
skills to anyone that came round, she loved the compliments.

"I'll just let him know then." I said, I'd already text him telling him he
could come round anyway, but I knew my mum would say yes, she always does.

About 10 minutes later there was a knock at the door and I got up to answer
it. I opened the door and Jack stepped in, he turned to look at me and said
"All right?" and smiled.

Jack Dawn was about 6ft tall and also had messy dark brown hair, but his
was a natural mess and it was shorter than mine. He had dark brown eyes and
a handsome face. I knew he was toned from times he'd stayed over before and
he slept in just his boxers. He was more tanned than me and had muscley
arms, whereas mine were just normal for a guy my age that didn't play much
sport. Jack played tennis at our school and because of this; he was quite
popular with the girls as the only thing better than a football player at
our school was a tennis player. I had a pretty big crush on Jack, but I was
very good at hiding this, but I did occasionally look at his body while he
slept.

"Yeah, not too bad, been a bit bored." I replied.

"Well I'm here now, shall we crack open the ol' xbox?" He said.

"Nahh, we can't yet, dinner's gonna be done in 5 minutes, we might as well
just wait a while in the sitting room."

"Oh, okay."

We both walked into the sitting room, I sat down and carried on watching
Scrubs and Jack poked his head into the kitchen to say hello to my mum.

"Hi Lynne!" I heard him call.

"Oh, hi Jack, dinner'll be done in a sec, you might as well go sit down" I
heard my mum reply pleasantly.

Jack came back in the room and sat down next to me on the sofa. There were
a few moments of silence before he spoke.

"I didn't really fancy staying at home tonight; my dad was being a bit of a
dickhead."

"Oh, it's fine, my mum's always saying you're welcome here whenever." I
said. I knew that Jack didn't always enjoy the company of his dad, I
couldn't see why though; his dad was a burly man that was always saying how
proud he was of his eldest son. I always thought him and Jack were quite
similar, yet Jack didn't like being around him. I decided not to ask about
it though.

"You know Charlotte? From sociology?" Jack started. I nodded. "She keeps
texting me... she definitely wants my dick" he said laughing.

I laughed and shook my head at him, I always did this when he mentioned
something about a girl, I couldn't exactly return my thoughts on her
because to be honest, being gay, I don't really have an opinion on her like
that.

"Oh come on!" he said, "you can't tell me that if she was naked in your bed
that you wouldn't do her?"

"Not really," I said "she's got cone-tits" This was true, although she did
have a good-looking face, she bent over in front of me once and I saw her
boobs, they were small and pointy. I actually felt a little bit ill when I
saw them.

"You're so gay!" Jack said shaking his head at me.

"Nahh, I just don't find slags with mosquito bite boobs attractive." I
said.

"Yeah... I suppose." Jack said looking down. He always tells me about girls
that he would 'do' or that supposedly want to have sex with him. But as
soon as he notices I don't approve he seems to agree that the girl isn't
'all that', it's a bit weird that my opinion impacts his choice so much,
but that's just how it is.

Shortly afterwards, my mum brought in our dinner and we sat around the
table eating and talking, Jack always managed to flatter my mum in some
way, whether it was her cooking, or the way she'd done her hair or
make-up. After we'd finished dinner, we washed up the dishes and headed
upstairs to play Halo.

"You're such an epic fail at this game!" I said to Jack.

"Well I'm used to Call of Duty, okay?!" He shot back.

"Yeah, yeah, you're just crap." I laughed.

"Just play the damn game!"

We played Halo for about an hour before my mum came in and told us that she
was going to bed now, which meant we had to give up on the gaming and just
settle down for the night. We both went into the bathroom and brushed our
teeth. I went into my room and changed into my Pyjama bottoms (yes I
actually wear them), threw on a baggy t-shirt and climbed into bed. Jack
walked back in, wearing just his boxers, he bent over to put something in
his bag, and I couldn't help but glance; it was such a nice bum. He got
back up and turned around, for a moment I thought he'd caught me looking,
but he just climbed onto the mattress and got under the covers.

"So, how are things with you and Alice?" He asked after I'd turned the
lights out. He didn't often ask about my girlfriend, which is what I liked
because every time I thought of her there was an uncomfortable feeling that
rose up inside me because I knew I was in too deep with a girl I couldn't
feel attracted to.

"To be honest, Jack. I need to break it off with her." I replied quietly.

"What?! Why?"

"Well, it just doesn't feel right with her, it's horrible. She's such a
decent girl and everything, but I don't feel any spark with her or
anything." I said.

"Oh, well. Whatever happens, I'll be here for you to talk to if you need
me." Jack said. It was rare that he was sentimental like this. But it was
sort of comforting to me, I had a lot of strong feelings for Jack, and
stuff like this was like an indication that he cared for me. Even though I
knew what he felt for me was nothing more than the feeling best friends
have for each other, it was still warming for me.

I decided that the next day I would try and sort the mess with Alice out. I
was laying there thinking about how I'd break up with her, and slowly I
succumbed to my tiredness and fell asleep.



*Jack's Dialogue*


"I've gotta say Lynne, you make the best dinners I've ever tasted!" I said
to Jason's mum.

"Oh, you're such a charmer Jack, but I'm sure your mum's food is a lot
better than this." She replied.  "No, seriously, you're an amazing
cook!". It was true, Jason's mum was a brilliant cook, and I don't think I
ever had tasted food that was as good as hers.

"Oh, you're such a suck up Jack." Jason said and he punched me on the
arm. I looked at him, I could tell he was only being playful, but that
hurt, 'I'll tell him later' I thought.

"Oh shh, Jason. Just because Jack actually appreciates the meals I cook."
Jason's mum said pointedly.

"I do appreciate them!" Jason said "but I'm not going to spend every
mealtime saying how you're such a wonderful, beautiful, fantastic woman
with amazing culinary skills am I? I'm not too big on incest."

I laughed at this, so did his mum. Jason was probably the funniest guy I
know, he's usually a lot wittier, but recently he'd seemed a lot less
himself and more, empty. I wouldn't say he was unhappy, but he certainly
wasn't himself. But he seemed to be quite cheery tonight.

"So why did you want to stay here tonight, Jack?" Jason's mum asked.

I hesitated a moment and caught Jason's eye. "Err."

"I suppose you were just bored?" she said.

"Yeah, I suppose so." I replied feeling a bit relieved. I could share the
reason I didn't want to stay at home with Jason, but I didn't want his mum
thinking that I wasn't entirely happy at home. To be honest, I hadn't
really told Jason anything other than my dad was being a dickhead. He was
being a dickhead, but he wasn't being one intentionally, I was sitting in
my own sitting room at home with my dad and we were watching the news, a
news story came on about two gay men that were beaten in Manchester, one of
the men died and the second was in a critical state in hospital. My dad
laughed at this story, which made me quite angry as no way did anybody
deserve to be beaten up by low-lives just because they are a little bit
different, I didn't voice my anger though as I didn't want my dad to get
suspicious and think that I was gay, but it still made me angry.

Jason didn't know this, but I knew he was gay for ages, he never really
shows any obvious signs of it, but I've known him for long enough to know
that he's not straight. Him and his girlfriend for example, that's a train
wreck of a relationship, she loves him to bits, but I can tell that he
doesn't feel the same for her, and he's never really taken part in the
typical guy banter about sex and stuff. I wouldn't dream of outing him or
making him admit it, but I did drop the occasional subtle hint, like
calling him 'gay' playfully.

 I don't have anything against gay people in the slightest; in fact
homophobic behaviour really pisses me off, whenever I hear something like
that it makes me think, 'what if it was Jason in that situation'. So you
can see why my dad laughing at this news story would annoy me.

I brought my thoughts back to the dinner table and I was almost finished
eating. Once we finished me and Jason did the dishes. I was used to doing
this, I usually wash up and then Jason dries and puts everything in its
right place. After we'd finished we both went up to his room and started
playing on the Xbox. After about an hour of playing Jason asked me about
whether there was any particular girl I had my eye on at the moment.

"No not really, the girls that like me are too immature. I could do with a
real woman, like your mum." I laughed and Jason threw his pillow at me.

"Aww, why not? She's an amazing cook; she doesn't scrub up too bad
either. You could even call me dad!" I laughed at my own words. Jason just
threw more stuff at me.

"That's disgusting!" He shouted neutrally.

"Well you asked!" I laughed.

Jason's mum walked in and I went red hoping that she hadn't heard me joking
about her.

"I'm off to bed now boys, could you keep the noise down now please." She
smiled at us. "Goodnight."  "Night." Me and Jason said in unison.

She left the room and Jason lunged towards the Xbox to turn it off. After
he did this, he turned to me.

"Shall we get ready for bed then?" he said.

"I suppose," I said, I grabbed my toothbrush from my bag and followed Jason
into the bathroom.  It always made me laugh when we brushed our teeth
together because Jason always propped his right leg up on the side of the
bath and looked at himself in the mirror. It looked so weird. Although
Jason was looking in the mirror, I knew he wasn't being vain; he was always
really self-conscious and didn't think much of the way he looked. But I
can't see why he's like that, he's a good-looking guy, I'd kill to have
some of his looks, I wasn't bad looking, but I always envied his good-looks
and the fact that he thought so little of them just made me even more
envious.

He finished brushing his teeth and walked back into his room, shutting the
door behind him, I knew he was in there changing into his bed-clothes. I
just sleep in boxers; if I was at home I wouldn't even wear them. I'm sure
Jason was used to seeing me half naked by now, so I just stripped down to
my underwear and walked back into his room as he was getting settled in his
bed. I bent over and put my toothbrush back in my bag, as I got back up and
turned around, I swear I saw Jason looking at my backside, I ignored this
and just got under the cover. Was he really just looking at me like that? I
know he's gay and everything but I never really thought that he'd look at
me in that way. The weird thing is; I'm not even that bothered about it.

I asked him how things are with his girlfriend; I knew this was an easy way
for him to open up to me.  "To be honest, Jack. I need to break it off with
her." He said with an upset tone in his voice. I decided to act dumb to
this and acted a bit shocked and asked why. He told me he didn't feel the
same way for her as she did for him. I knew this would be the answer, I was
wondering how long their relationship would last considering he wasn't
really into girls. I knew he was worried about what he should do, and I
felt that I needed to say something to comfort him.

"Oh, well. Whatever happens, I'll be here for you to talk to if you need
me." I said this in as nice a tone as I could muster. I meant it though; I
would always be there for him to talk to, no matter what it was.  I'm not
sure if he fell asleep after this or not, but I laid there awake for a
little while longer hoping that Jason would be able to deal with it all
okay by himself.  I care a lot for him, I hate seeing him unhappy.

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So, I'm planning on posting a chapter at least once a week. Let me know
what you think, or whether it's worth keeping the story going, I've got
plenty of idea's for the next few chapters and I've got a vague idea of a
few big events in the story. But I'm open to suggestions.

Email me :) someone.like.you.5704@gmail.com

Thank you for reading.