Date: Wed, 6 Jan 2010 22:01:32 -0500 From: Dyllon Calandro <puncskittlez@live.com> Subject: The Call That Changed His Life pt. 9 You know the drill. No underage. This story contains explicit material that some readers may find offensive blah blah blah... *A note to my readers*: I KNOW I KNOW! It took me FOREVER to get back to you. And I'm sorry for that. Life got so hectic with going back to school and work and then the play and everythingggg! But here's chapter 8. I know its labeled chapter 9, but I messed up last time and said that 7 was 8, so this is the real chapter 8. Haha. You guys can email me anything, comments, questions, suggestions, anything you want. Even just to say hi! <puncskittlez@live.com> Last time: "Matt slid his shirt back on, and followed the two back out to the waiting room, got into the car, and they headed to Jacks house. Jack sat in the backseat with Matt, holding his hand, resting his head on his shoulder. Hewas lost in his thoughts on if his mom would let them share a bed or make them sleep separately. Matt was wondering the same thing. So was Jack's mom. `Would it be responsible of me as a mother? But Jack really likes him, and it's a new relationship so I don't think they'd be doing anything sexual. But still. What if other people found out, they'd think I was the worst mother ever...' " ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Mrs. Jack's-Mom, as Matt liked to call her because he never did quite catch Jack's last name, pulled the car into the driveway. The boys had both fallen asleep in the backseat together. `awe this is perfect, I need a picture.' So she pulled out her phone and snapped a quick picture of the sleeping couple. Then she poked Jack in the face with her eyeliner that had fallen out of her purse. "Hey we're home J." "Oh, okaaaaaayyyy" Jack said with a yawn. Nudging Matt he got out of the car and walked around to open the door for his sleepy boy. "Thanks so much, again, Mrs. Jack's-Mom." He said once they got out of the car. "It means a lot to me." "It's no problem honey. Any friend of Jack's is a friend of mine." She replied with an easy smile. They walked up to the front door and Jack let everybody in. Shouldering both of their backpacks he started up the stairs and then stopped. "Mom?" "Yeah J?" "Where is he sleeping?" "I don't know. Where do you want him to sleep?" "Well, I wouldn't mind him sleeping with me, but I totally understand if you don't want him to." "I don't have a problem with it. As long as you two promise me you'll behave." "I promise" they both said in unison. They shared a look of surprise and then started giggling. "And remember Jack, my room is right next to yours, so I'll know if you do." "I know." He replied. But he was thinking to himself `not if we're quiet enough' So Jack's mom went one way towards the kitchen and the boys started up the stairs. Jack pulled open the door to his room and stepped back, motioning for Matt to go first. "Oh shit, this is your room?" he said with surprise. "How many times are you going to ask me something like that? Yeah, my dad left us a lot of money when he died. No big deal." He said with a chuckle. Matt, not in a joking mood asked "Your dad died?" "Yeah, I was really young so it's not a really big deal. It's made my mom have to play mom and dad though. But we're still really close. She's my best friend. I tell her everything." "Well, if I have my way tonight, there's going to be something you can't tell her." Matt said with a sly wink. "Wait, do that again. That was hot." "What.. this?" He said winking again. "Yeah, but that was too forced. Before it was just like..." he pulled Matt in for a deep kiss. The two were all over eachother within half of a second. As they started shuffling towards the bed he tripped over one of their backpacks and they both fell onto the bed. "That worked." He said in-between kisses. He explored his boys mouth with his tongue, running it along all his teeth, the roof of his mouth and then finally interlocking with matt's own tongue. "Ugh, babe, you're such a good kisser." "I know." Jack said cockily and sticking his tongue out. They came back together kissing deeply and Jack started to explore with his hands. He lifted Matt's shirt and felt his perfect abs, his toned chest, warm skin hard nipples. "Ugh, babe, you're so hot." He said. "I know." Matt quoted. Jack laughed and pulled his own shirt off. "I like the feeling of your skin on mine." He said. "But what if your mom comes in?" "She knows I sleep in my boxers. We'll just tell her you do too." "Alright. If you say so." Matt pulled his shirt off, wincing when it came over his broken arm. "You okay babe?" "Yeah, I'm fine. Just sore." "Understandable." The two kicked off their shoes and Jack leaned down and unbuttoned Matt's pants with his teeth. A feat that had taken him weeks to master, but proved to be very useful. "How the hell did you do that? That was sick!" Matt exclaimed "Hehe. I know." Jack pulled Matt's jeans off one leg at a time and threw them across the room. He paused to stare at his beautiful Adonis, laying there, wearing nothing but boxers, in his bed. `Could life get any better?' he thought with a smile. "What?" Matt asked "Nothing." "No, tell me what you're thinking." "I was just asking myself if life could get any better than right now?" "Remember that when we walk into school tomorrow." "Ugh. I know." "So, about what we were doing before." "Oh yeah." Jack said laughing at himself. He moved to unbutton his own pants but Matt grabbed his hands. "What?" he asked with surprise. "I wanna try." Jack laughed. "Good luck." Matt leaned down and bit the button of Jacks jeans. He tugged and pulled in all different directions. Jack was just about to stop him when the button slipped through the hole and Matt did the zipper with his teeth. "Wow!" Jack whispered. "What?" "That's so much hotter to feel than it is to do." To be continued... Okay guys, seriously, WRITE BACK! I wanna know what you're thinking! And I promise it won't take me 6 months to write another part.