Date: Sun, 18 Jul 2010 09:34:33 +1000
From: Ar Bee <arbee_tas@hotmail.com>
Subject: TS (Tycho Sebastian) Part 4

In part 3, Tycho and Steven had spent their first day together, and
discussed staying at Tycho's house. In part 4, Steven meets Tycho's folks,
and has some very disturbing news. Read on...


Chapter 4


	Their weekend continued in like fashion. That evening, they again
sat naked in the bean bag, Tycho sitting between Steven's legs leaning back
on him, surrounded by his arms while they watched a DVD. When they finally
climbed into the bed, the inevitable happened, only now it was not
experimentation, it was lovemaking in its purest form. As sleep finally
overtook them, Steven was spooned against Tycho's back, an arm about his
shoulders, and they slept soundly until the alarm aroused them at
7:30am. They knew this was the final day, Tycho would be gone by 4pm, so he
helped Steven with what had to be done. They made love only once more that
day, on the sheep skin rug by the fireplace, and it turned into the most
intense session of the weekend. As 4pm approached, Tycho said his farewell.

	"Anything I said would be insufficient Steve for the time you've
given me. We both know how long it's taken to get to where we are, and we
both know it's gonna last. Thank you so much man for this weekend, it's
something I won't forget in my lifetime. Good times are supposed to be
remembered. I want you to come over tomorrow night and meet the folks if
you want to, then, just maybe, we can go to my room for a while."

	"I'd love to meet your folks Tycho," Steven replied, "what time
should I be there?"

	"Can you make it 7:30?" Tycho queried.

	"Yeah, no probs," Steven replied. "If I can't, I'll let you know."

	"Cool." Tycho stood on his tiptoes as Steven bent, and kissed him
sensuously. "Bye man, and thanks again."

	Steven felt a sadness as Tycho left, but realised he'd see him
again tomorrow. All he had to look forward to now, was the return of his
dominating parents, and he knew what that could mean, questions, questions,
questions.

oooOOOooo

	The following day, at school, Tycho and Steven saw each other
several times, but simply smiled their acknowledgements, as had been the
case the previous week. It was agony for them both, but they realised it
was the only way; rumours are very fast at school. The only time they spoke
was after school, Tycho reminding Steven to be at his place at 7:30pm.


	Tycho had told his folks Steven was coming around the following
evening, and they were looking forward to meeting him. Tycho sweated
through his evening meal, wondering whether maybe Steven's folks wouldn't
let him come, but when the door bell sounded at 7:25pm, he breathed a sigh
of relief.  He opened the door.

	"Hey man."

	Steven looked terrible, as though he'd dropped a hundred dollar
note and picked up five cents.

	Tycho instantly knew something was wrong. "What's happened Steve?"

	"Not now Tycho," Steven said, "I'll tell you in your room if you
want to show it to me later."


	Tycho simply nodded, as Steve became brighter, he wanted to meet
Tycho's folks badly. Tycho took him through to the family room, his parents
both standing as he entered.

	"So this is your new friend TS," his mother said, "you certainly
pick handsome friends."  She shook Steven's hand warmly.

	Tycho's father extended his hand and shook Steven's. "Welcome
mate." He had a grip like a vice, instantly putting Steven at
ease. "Welcome to our home."

	They sat and chatted, Steven feeling, within a very short time,
very much at home. These people were so relaxed, so laid back, it was so
incredibly different from his home life. After an hour, Tycho made a move.

	"You're gonna have to excuse us for a while Mum and Dad, Steven
wants to see my room, I don't think he believes what I told him."

	"OK son, go for it, Tycho's Dad said, "see you back here when your
done. And Steve, just let me say I'm impressed young fella, more than
impressed. You're going to be a good friend to TS."

	Steven looked at Tycho, a questioning look on his face.

	Tycho grinned, he'd figured Steven's query instantly. "Yeah Steve,
they call me TS too, they know how much I hated them for giving me those
names. Mum, Dad, Steve calls me Tycho, he explained to me how I got that
name, because of Grandpa, and I think it's cool now."

	"He explained it?" Tycho's mother queried.

	"Tycho Brahe?" Steven suggested. "When Tycho told me his
grandfather was a professor, and was into the planets, his name instantly
came to mind, as I'd done a lot of research into him."

	"A scholar," Tycho's mother said, "a definite scholar."

	"Come on Steve," Tycho said, "you were right, so don't crow about
it." He grinned.

	Steven followed Tycho through the house to the back door, down the
path to his room. As they entered, Steven was awestruck, he'd never
imagined it would be so cool. As Tycho closed the door however, Steven
remembered his problem, a large tear rolling down his cheek. Tycho saw it
instantly.

	"Jeez Steve, what's wrong man?"

	"I've been asked to leave home," Steven explained, "very politely,
but very definitely.  I've got three weeks to find myself somewhere else to
live."

	What...?" Tycho couldn't believe his ears.

	Another tear ran down Steven's cheek. "Yeah, it's true. While I was
at school today, Mum went through my room, like she usually does when
they've been away, and found a magazine under my mattress. I can only
imagine, 'cause I wasn't there, but she'd have hit the roof man.

	"What sort of magazine Steve?"  Tycho asked.

	"A gay one," Steven replied.

	"Oh, fuck...! Tycho said.


	It was the very first time Steven had heard Tycho use strong
language, but he didn't care. "Yeah, fuck," he said. "Anyway, she obviously
told Dad, and that was that. I got a huge lecture about the indecency, and
ungodliness of it all, ending with Dad telling me to find another place to
live, within three weeks."

	Tycho couldn't understand why anyone would do this, especially to
their son. They'd brought him up, loved him, then thrown him out. The whole
thing didn't figure.

	Another tear rolled down Steven's cheek. "I don't know what I'm
going to do Tycho."

	Tycho sat on his bed and looked at Steven, sorrow coursing through
him. This just wasn't fair. As Steven watched him, he picked up his mobile
phone, pressed a few buttons and placed the receiver to his ear. "Dad, can
you come down here please?"

	Steven looked at Tycho, a horrified expression on his face.

	"Trust me," Tycho said simply.

	Minutes later, there was a knock on the door, Tycho answering it.

	"What's up son?" Tycho's Dad queried.

	Tycho relayed what had been told to him by Steven, the only part he
emitted, was what sort of magazine it had been.


	Tycho's father considered the situation. "How old are you Steve?"

	"Eighteen Mr. Miller," Steven replied.

	Tycho's Dad smiled. "Mr. Miller was my father Steve, my name's
Max. OK, so you're eighteen, are there any restrictions your father has put
on his demand?"

	"No," Steven replied, "he's simply told me to leave within three
weeks."

	"What about the financial side?" Max asked.

	"He'll support me financially until the completion of my
education," Steven explained, "he just won't let me live in his house."

	"What sort of magazine was it?"  Max asked.

	Steven didn't know what to answer. He looked to Tycho as another
large tear rolled down his cheek.

	"Steve, I'm not judge and executioner," Max said, "I want to try
and help you here. What sort of magazine was it?"

	Steven was silent for some moments, finally realising honesty was
the best answer. "It was a sex one Max," he said.

	"Hah!" Max exclaimed, "I used to look at those when I was your age,
never read anything into them though." He looked between Steven and Tycho,
seeing their closeness. "I'll have a few words with your Mum TS, run this
past her. I've got an idea in my mind, but I'll have to go through it wth
her." He looked at Steve. "I might just add though, you couldn't have
befriended a more genuine guy if you'd wanted to."

	Tycho and Steven were awestruck.

	Max saw this and grinned. "Give me a few minutes with your mother
TS, I'll be back soon." He got up and left Tycho's room.

	Steven was dumbfounded. "He's so cool," he said

	"Yeah," Tycho said, "dunno what he's got in mind though."

	"What's his job?" Steven queried, "he certainly seems to know what
he's talking about."

	"He should," Tycho said, "he's a Barrister and Solicitor."

	Steven's eyes widened. "What...?  But he's so laid back."

	"Yeah," Tycho said, "he is, and what makes it so much better, he's
my Dad. Have you ever heard of Maxwell Brian Miller?"

	Steven had; his eyes widened.  "Yeah Tycho, he's got an awesome
reputation."

	"He certainly has," Tycho grinned, "and now you've met him."

	Steven put an arm around Tycho's shoulders. "Thanks man, you're the
best."

	Twenty minutes later, there was a knock on the door.

	"Come in Dad," Tycho said.

	Max entered. "I've talked the whole thing over with your mother,
and she's in agreement with me," he said. "As long as you're agreeable
Steve, you can live here with TS. She and I have got no time for parents
who can't see life the way it is. We both know TS is only a kid, even
though a very responsible one, but you're the best thing that's happened to
him in a long time, so like I said, if you want to live here, you're
welcome. Your father can pay your expenses into your bank account, and you
can settle those with me. You're eighteen Steve, your own man, and you're
entitled to live the life you want, with our blessing, and with the company
of our son."


	Steven just looked at Max in astonishment, disbelieving of what he
had just heard. Tears fell from his eyes. "Thanks Max, thank you so much."

	Max felt a lump in his throat.  "Welcome Steve, welcome indeed, you
just take care of my boy like I trust you to do." He looked between the
two. "You're a good couple." Then looking at Steven. "The hour you spent
with us, told me all I needed to know Steve. You've befriended a great guy,
one I'm very proud of, and I know you'll treat him with the respect he
deserves."

	"Do I have to tell my folks where I'm living?" Steve queried.

	"Not if you don't want to Steve," Max explained. "You're eighteen,
you're an adult, and you can live where you like without the knowledge of
your parents. Is this the last year of your education?"

	"No Max," Steven replied, "that won't be for another six odd
years. Dad knows this, and he'll pay my expenses up until then."

	"Six years?" Max said. "You must be studying law."

	Steven smiled. "Actually, I've been accepted at uni to study
medicine next year. I passed all the entry tutorials earlier this year, and
received my admission a couple of weeks ago."

	Max held out his hand again, and Steven shook it. "Well done Steve,
I knew I was right about you.  I'll leave you two alone to discuss what
you're going to do, where you're going to put the beds etc." He turned and
left the room.

	Tycho sat on the edge of his bed, a serious look on his face. "So
when were you going to tell me?"

	"That?" Steven replied, "I hadn't even given it a thought Tycho."

	Tycho smiled. "A doctor eh? And a very handsome one you'll be too."

	"As long as I pass," Steven said.

	"Yeah. Come on, I'll show you through the pad," Tycho invited.

	At the end of the tour, Steven realised there was going to be heaps
of room for them both. There'd have to be some moves of course, but things
would fit in adequately.  Steven was more than impressed. "So the council
doesn't know about this?" he queried.

	"They know about it Steve," Tycho replied, "they passed it. They
just don't know what's in it."

	Steven grinned. "Yeah, sneaky."

	"You feeling better now?"  Tycho queried.

	Steven gazed into his eyes. "I can't believe the generosity of your
folks Tycho. I thought I'd have to find some dingy unit somewhere and live
there. I never thought this would happen, and it's all through you." He
walked up to Tycho and placed his arms about him. "Thanks man, thanks from
the heart, no wonder your Dad's so proud of you."

	"When can you move in?" Tycho queried.

	"Would the weekend be OK?"  Steve asked.

	"More than," Tycho said.  "Jeez, two weekends in a row, and the
next every day for the next six years. This is going to be so cool Steve."

	"I've only got a single bed," Steve said, "and I reckon it'll fit
there." He pointed to a space.

	"It will," Tycho said, "nicely, but don't go thinking you'll be
sleeping in it too often."  He patted his bed. "We've got old faithful here
and it's big enough for both of us."

	Steven smiled. "I won't be bringing anything else, apart from my
clothes, computer, TV etc. I don't want anything from them after this
latest episode. As long as Dad pays the expenses, he can jam everything
else."

	"The expenses are guaranteed I suppose?" Tycho queried.

	"On paper and signed," Steven said. "He's got a copy, and I've got
a copy."

	"OK," Tycho said. "There's heaps of room for your clothes in the
study room, as you saw, so there's no probs there."

	Steven remembered the two walls lined with inbuilt cupboards and
drawers. "Yeah, who did all this work anyway?"

	"A handyman," Tycho replied, "and around here we know him as Max."

	"Your Dad, a lawyer, did all this?" Steven was amazed by Tycho's
answer.

	"Yeah, clever old bugger, isn't he?" Tycho replied. "The only
things he had to get help with, was the wiring and the plumbing. Everything
else, he did."

	Looking around, Steven was awestruck. "Wow."

	Nothing happened between them that evening, neither really wanted
anything to. Both were really looking forward to the weekend however, both
considering it would be the start of a very good relationship.

oooOOOooo



	For the next four days, Steven said as little to his parents as was
politely possible, only answering questions with as few words as he
could. On Saturday morning, he borrowed a mate's utility to take his bed,
computer, TV etc. around to Tycho's, before returning and packing the rest
of his clothing.

	"I'll need to know where you're living," his father said.

	"I'm eighteen Dad," Steven replied, "you need to know nothing."

	"Don't take that attitude with me Steven," his father said, "you
brought this on yourself. With that attitude, you'll lose your expenses."

	Steven opened his papers folder and held up the signed
agreement. "Think so?" he said with venom, "A good solicitor would cut you
to ribbons with this evidence, so I suggest you leave things alone."

	"I'll not be spoken to like that," his father stormed. "You treat
me with the respect I deserve."

	"You have to earn respect Dad," Steven said. "I've shown you both
respect for the last eighteen years, and you've shown your appreciation by
kicking me out of my home. I haven't done anything any other guy my age
hasn't done, but you showed your contempt when my interferring mother found
that magazine. Big deal, they're available in any newsagent you want to
visit, and as I'm eighteen, I bought one. I've taken all I want from you
two, my bed and my personal things, and as far as the rest of my so called
belongings go, apart from my clothes, you can both stick 'em where the sun
don't shine. I've been treated like a second class citizen for the last
eighteen years, by the people who were supposed to love me, so as far as
that goes, do what you like, try and cancel my expenses, and I'll have you
in court so quickly, your head will spin. I can only hope, when and if I
pass my University course, you or my mother don't end up being a patient of
mine." He finally finished packing. "Good bye Dad, have a lovely life in
the company of my so called mother."

	Steven noticed his father's jaw hanging loose as he grabbed his
bags and made his way to his car. He didn't even acknowledge his mother,
waiting by the front door. He threw his bags in the rear seat, closed the
door, and entered the drivers side. He drove off without a wave to either
of his astounded parents. He was feeling better already, he'd wanted to say
what he'd just said for a good many years.


	On his arrival at Tycho's, Tycho was waiting by the front fence, as
expected, to help Steven with his bags. Tycho saw the look on Steven's face
and thought it best, at that stage, to leave it alone. He grabbed two bags,
Steven the other two, and both made their way through the house to the
rooms Steven was to call home for the next six odd years.

	"I did it Tycho," Steven said, "after all these years, I finally
cut them both a new asshole."

	"You did what?" came from the doorway. It was Max.

	Steven stared at Max, not knowing what to expect. "Sorry for the
crude expression Max, I was just explaining to Tycho what I'd done."

	Max smiled. "And that was?"

	Steven reiterated what he had said to his father as accurately as
he was able to remember, and the fact he hadn't even acknowledged his
mother at the front door.

	Max entered the room and sat on Tycho's bed. "Cut them both a
new..." he said quietly, almost to himself. "When I was your age, we 'told
it like it was,' or something similar, but cut them a new...? I like it,
I'm going to have to remember that one. Anyway, it's over as far as you're
concerned?" he queried.

	"I've been treated as second class for the last eighteen years Max,
nothing I've done in the past has meant squat to them. I virtually brought
myself up as they were hardly ever at home, leaving me in the care of a
sitter most nights.  As far as a loving relationship between parents and
son go, they didn't give a stuff. Even when I received my acknowledgement
from the University that I'd been admitted, I only got cursory nods. I
don't know them any more, I don't want to, the last eighteen years has been
hell on Earth for me." A large tear ran down his cheek. "By your
generosity, I hope my life's going to change for the better."

	Max stood. "Come here," he said.

	Steven walked slowly to Max, only to be given a bear hug. "It will
Steve, I can assure you it will.  Look, I can see how close you and TS are,
even though you've only really known each other for a short time. You're
good for him, and I'm sure he'll be good for you. I know there's an age
difference, but hey, when two guys are as happy with each other as you two
are, there's no big deal as far as me or Melanie are concerned. Welcome to
our home mate, you're going to be happy here for the next six at least
years, and that little shit behind you is going to make sure you are, as
are we."

	"Jeez," Tycho said, "thanks for the compliment Daddy dearest."

	"Welcome," Max said. "Now do what you always do, and make this guy
happy. I don't want to see anymore tears, ever." He turned and left the
room.

	Steven turned to Tycho. "He's so cool Tycho, how does a guy get
parents like that?"

	"He cares Steve," Tycho replied, "he's always been the same, as has
Mum. I've given both of them grief in the past, but they've always
explained the error of my ways to me, and helped me to see the right way of
going about things.  Like I said to you a while back, they're the coolest
folks a guy could have."

	Steven walked to the door, closed it and pushed in the lock
button. "All this Tycho, all this because of one person... you. I don't
think you'll ever know how much you mean to me."

	"You locked that door and said those things because you want a
root," Tycho said, "didn't you?"  He grinned. "Well, I'm not that easy you
know, I like to take my time to..."

	He stopped as Steven lifted him from the floor, and placed him on
his back on his bed. "That's not what I've heard," he said, unclipping his
jeans, lowering the zip, and pulling both jeans and boxers to his
ankles. "That's not what I've heard at all."

	The following hour was legendary in its intensity, Steven and Tycho
climaxing twice each. There was absolutely no doubt, their relationship was
sealed, and although Tycho's parents, at this early stage, would never know
what really happened between them, they were more than happy to have Steven
as their fostered son. He was so good for Tycho.


That's the end of part 4, hope you're enjoying it. The final chapter will
be posted soon.