Date: Mon, 25 Oct 2004 00:31:56 +0200
From: Zustara Orur <zustara@hotmail.com>
Subject: "Si-C", Chapter 25 + 26

A story (C) 2004 by ZUSTARA ORUR. Contact address: zustara@hotmail.com
2.0 May not be redistributed, commercial use prohibited!

Please see chapter 1 for standard disclaimer blurb and such.


 25 - Being together.

It was so awesome. Brian had never felt such peace and tranquility ever. Not
even while being held by his mother or his father as a small child. "You're
so great", he mumbled to Simon, feeling very emotional all of a sudden,
emotional enough for a tear leave his left eye. It rolled a short distance
down his cheek, and then spread out when it hit Simon's cheek as well.

The small group of boys stayed together for over an hour on the grass,
discussing things like love, video games, bugs and their effect on the
opposite sex, more love, a bit on the art of making love, and how funny in
the head most of their teachers were. Brian felt a bit like a fish out of
the water, he'd never had a discussion like that before! It felt a bit
weird, he didn't know quite what to say or how to behave, he was a bit
afraid he'd bore Cecil and Mehdi, but soon found he didn't have to worry!
They patiently listened to him and giggled after hearing his opinions on
crazy Mr Madsen, their English teacher. He was old, and his hair was white,
rather long and completely unwieldy, every day it had a new shape. It was as
if he took a shower right before going to sleep every evening and then went
to bed without letting it dry! He had these dark tweed pants, and a dark
tweed vest, and a dark green or dark blue shirt EVERY DAY. And sometimes a
dark tweed jacket too, though usually not in the summer, it would get too
warm for him. Really strict clothes, except he never had them pressed so
they were all rumpled-looking and it made him look like a total kook along
with his hair...

Cecil told of some pranks Bobby had pulled in school, including one
involving a demonstration model of a hyperspace motivator that had been
fitted with a modified tiny soap bubble maker so that when the physics
teacher plugged it into the power supply, a thick stream of lather came
pouring out of the thing. Mrs. Damar had become furious and marched Bobby
off to the Principal's office holding the boy by his ear, yelling at him the
entire way!

Bobby had later told Cecil the Principal had sat there and listened to Mrs.
Damar's complaint with a stern expression the entire time, then asked the
teacher to go back to her class so she could be alone with the young
miscreant of a student. When the teacher had left, the Principal started
laughing like crazy and told she had pulled almost the same joke on the old
bat when she'd been a teacher in the city's university many years ago and
the not-yet-to-be Principal a student. Mrs. Damar had never found out who it
had been, and maybe it was because she got almost the same joke played on
her twice she got so mad.

The Principal had been understanding with Bobby. Teachers were of course not
allowed to hold students by the ear, so he got away with a slap on the wrist
and a promise not to do it again. She also promised not to be quite as
understanding the next time he did something like that again, but of course
Bobby did... He was Bobby after all.

The kids laughed so much they got tears in their eyes, all of them thinking
they were having a great time together. Brian invited Cecil and Mehdi over
for lunch, and the boys agreed even before calling home on their
communicators to ask permission (which they got without too much whining).
Their bikes were on the other side of the grassy field, so Brian and Simon
brought their bikes along to give the others company. Once they'd all
'saddled up', it became a race back home to Brian's house, a race Cecil
quickly took the lead in. Mehdi had a slightly easier time to keep up than
Brian initially, but it wasn't much, and he soon fell back. Simon dutifully
stayed at his boyfriend's side until Brian gave him a nod to quash Cecil.
The dirt-blonde was more than fifty meters ahead of the rest of them when
Simon took up the chase. Cecil had relaxed his pace, satisfied with the lead
he already had, but when he heard someone approaching from behind he started
going faster again. It was hopeless of course, Simon blasted past him just
as the two turned in on Brian's street. A passing magcar quickly swerved
aside to make room for them as the kids came around the corner, making the
occupant inside swear at being bounced around in his seat! The kids thought
it was both pretty funny and a little scary too and hoped the owner hadn't
recognized them and would call back to their parents to complain.

All the kids were giggling as they ran around the house and out onto the
large back lawn and tossed themselves down in the thick, green grass. Mr.
Fitzgerald got out of his lawnchair and came over to say hello. The boys
gave their requests of what they liked for lunch, and the parent did his
best to comply with the sometimes conflicting demands. Soon both parents
started bringing food to the garden table, and boys began eating and talking
with great delight, sitting in the warm sunlight under a mostly blue sky,
with only an occational fluffy cloud dotting it.

Summer insects started showing interest in the juice, and soon giggles and
annoyed exclamations were filling the air. Simon catched a bothersome fly
inbetween his thumb and index finger and everybody was complementing him for
his great skill and dexterity up until they found out he'd accidentally
squashed it! Then shouts of "killer robot!" were heard, along with more
giggles! Simon flicked the dead fly away and carefully wiped his fingers on
a napkin, but then decided to run into the house to wash his hands just to
be on the safe side. While he was gone, Cecil picked up the dead fly from
off the ground and stuck it inside Simon's sandwich. That was stuff one
would usually expect Bobby to do, so everybody else was so surprised they
just looked on in horror and disgust, nobody trying to interfere! Simon came
back and sat down amongst barely contained snorts and giggles. He looked
around the table to see what it was everybody else were so amused by, he
couldn't see anything so it had to be him he decided. He checked his shirt,
no spots of jelly or such. Fly was zipped of course, he had no soap lather
stains on his face or hands or anything like that.

He grabbed the sandwich and everybody started laughing. "WHAT?!", the boy
exclaimed in a half-annoyed voice and glared back at them. He brought up the
sandwich to his gaping mouth and was just about to sink his teeth into it
when Brian's hands zipped out and stopped him.

 "No! Don't do it!", he yelled. Simon gave him a curious look, and Brian
started blushing. "Uh... The... Uh, the fly's in... In your sandwich." He
had become almost as red as a tomato in his face and Cecil and Mehdi were
literally shrieking with laughter. "It wasn't me!", Brian defended himself.
"It was HIM!", and pointed accusingly at the blonde boy!

 "Thanks, traitor!", Cecil yelled back, barely able to speak inbetween fits
of laughter. "I didn't see you try to stop me!"

Simon started to giggle also. "I won't ask how and why the fly made its way
into my sandwich, I have a pretty good idea already... Any more surprises
you have in store for me? I noticed there was no whoopie cushion on my chair
when I sat down, but maybe you saved that for later...?!" Brian felt sooo
embarrassed he didn't know what to do really! Then Simon leaned over and
gave him a really nice kiss on a blazingly hot cheek. Suddenly it just felt
much better, Brian calmed down almost at once...

The lunch continued under much merriment, and afterwards the four kids
kicked back and relaxed in the grass. It was the first time either Mehdi or
Cecil had come to visit Brian, Simon felt very comfortable knowing he really
WAS at home. This was HIS home, he wasn't just a guest. He lived there.
Lived, with Brian... He had an arm around either his boyfriend's shoulders
or his waist almost constantly, or else they'd let their hands touch, just
to reaffirm that sensation of closeness. It was something they both
appreciated, they knew that once Cecil and Mehdi had to go, they did not
have to do the same. This was their place on Earth, their home.

The kids didn't really DO anything together. They mostly just existed,
talking, laughing. None of them could really have said afterwards what they
did or what they talked about, except they'd had a lot of fun together.
Brian was slowly becoming acquainted with what it was like, spending time
together with other kids, and couldn't understand at all why he'd chosen to
stay a recluse for so much of his life! Cecil was great, and Mehdi was great
too. ...And Simon, he was awesome!


 26 - Hidden treasure.

Both visitors got to see Brian and Simon's room too of course, and all the
models he'd amassed. They were both amazed, because they knew Brian hated
art class. It seemed so weird he'd do something at home he did not want to
do in school, and they both said so. Brian excused himself with that he was
only following the instructions during assembly, and the painting template
provided by the box cover. Cecil said that was total bullshit. Brian had
added weathering along seams in the airplane fuselage, scratches and wear...
all those little details that makes a real plane real. That required both
talent and imagination, according to the blonde boy. Brian was still
unconvinced, but grudgingly accepted the praise anyway, especially from
Simon.

As it happened, they had another makeout session after finishing looking at
the models. Right on the bed in fact. It just happened, they were sitting
down together and suddenly kissing started all by itself. Brian got really
hard REALLY quick. He simply had to push Simon down on the bed and get up on
top so he could rub himself against the other boy's body despite both being
fully dressed. Mehdi gave Cecil the exact same treatment, something that
seemed to amuse both of the 'bottom-boys' to no end even as they gave the
occational moan of pleasure. Mehdi did his best to carry out his threat of
defeating Cecil in both body and spirit using his lips as a weapon but it
was a tactic bound to fail. The blonde boy sucked it all up and was ready
for more in no-time, and the Arabian boy was equally eager to deliver!

Brian and Simon enjoyed each other at a slower pace but no less intense an
experience despite that. Simon's body was just incredible, Brian thought. He
was so firm, his muscles were right under his skin. The pasty-skinned boy
felt them tense and relax as the other boy moved and touched. Simon's hands
were planted firmly on Brian's butt, helping to push his hips into the
olive-skinned boy. Fingers held a firm hold on both buttocks, it did not
take long for them to make their way inside jeans, inside underwear even to
grab two handfuls of smooth boy-flesh. Brian had difficulty keeping his
breathing under control, he started panting heavily, and when Simon sealed
his lips against his own, he became dizzy and light-headed. What was going
on inside him? What was HAPPENING...? His small, twitching dick ground right
into Simon's stiff organ once, twice, and on the third push he groaned
heavily as the heat amassing in his loins released in a sudden explosion. He
shuddered! His whole body twitched and arched upwards, Simon still pushing
down on his buttocks as the orgasm squeezed every ounce of energy out of the
boy!

He felt weak, he felt totally out of breath. He felt...magnificient.
"Ohhh...", he moaned. "I think I busted something on the inside..."

A snorting laugh came from the direction of Mehdi and Cecil. Simon was
holding him, cradling him even. The two loving boys gazed into each other's
eyes, seeing nothing but affection and devotion to the other in them...
Cecil and Mehdi felt almost awe-struck just by watching it. Then they turned
in towards themselves without speaking a word, they shared soft looks,
trying to find out what they too felt for each other. It was not as easy for
them. At the age of twelve, it seldom is. They knew they felt SOMETHING,
they LIKED each other an awful lot, but exactly how much they could not say.
Their staring into each other's eyes made them start to smile. Smiles became
laughs, and then, after a couple more kisses all of them were content to
simply rest in each other's presence.

Suddenly Cecil's communicator signalled. It was his father who was fairly
upset his son was late for dinner. Brian and the two other kids tried
keeping quiet while the poor boy got a stern lecture on the virtues of being
in time even to seemingly trivial things like dinner with the family. Cecil
responded humbly and promised to come right over to which his father said
he'd better or else there would be no dinner at all for him.

 "Sorry guys... Gotta go!", he said and tried to push off Mehdi from
himself. The Arabian boy had been so comfortable when perched on top of the
other he protested rather loudly, but he understood the seriousness of the
situation and let Cecil get out from underneath him anyway without too much
of a fuss.

 "Can I come too?", Mehdi asked. "My parents have a late-night bridge
session on sundays so I'd be home alone and all bored..." He never had to
say, 'pleeease?!', Cecil was so quick to agree it made the others smile. The
two couples said their goodbyes, complete with hugs and kisses, and then
Brian and Simon followed Cecil and Mehdi downstairs again. They promised to
see each other next day in school, and then they separated (Brian and Simon
waving at the other two as long as they were still visible).

The two kids heard footsteps behind them. "Oh, good you two are downstairs
now", Mrs. Fitzgerald said. "You can come help us with dinner."

Brian sighed, Simon smiled with enthusiasm. No chance of getting away
either, Brian's mom saw Simon was eager to help and promptly nabbed both of
them. Fortunately, she only gave them light duties (knowing Brian could be
difficult and didn't want him to start whining), such as making the salad
and setting the table, while she and her husband took care of the remaining
cooking. Mr. Fitzgerald made Simon taste his famous Italian tomato and basil
sauce, and the olive-skinned boy suggested a touch more salt would be in
order. Mr. Fitzgerald agreed and added a small dash.

As they progressed through the meal, Simon was the one who got all the
compliments, and the boy started beaming with pride. You could see right
then he was blushing, though his skin tone hid it. Brian was also really
proud (squeezing his hand and leg under the table), and after the meal the
boys helped to clear the table as well. This was also mostly Simon's fault,
but this time Brian didn't mind; with help it was accomplished quickly and
efficiently, then they went upstairs where Brian got out a large, flat
wooden box from under his bed. He unlocked it with an old-fashioned brass
key he had hidden under one of his bedposts and put his hands on the lid,
ready to open it up.

 "This is my treasure-chest, Si...", he said. "I've never showed it to
anyone before, but I want to show you."

There wasn't a whole lot of stuff in that box. Brian motioned for Simon to
go ahead, so the other boy started looking at the objects, picking them up
one by one, feeling them with his hands.

A long magpie wing feather. Black and white and then black again, not gray.
Each change in color razor-sharp and distinct, not fading or blending into
one another. Soft, yet stiff and strong. "When I was three years old, I saw
a cat trying to catch a bird in our back yard. Only thing the cat got was
this feather."

A crystal marble with a crack in it. A flaw running through an otherwise
perfect sphere. It's smooth surface seemed completely unmarred, only the
interior was affected. "I put the marble in the freezer. Then, when it was
ice-cold, I dropped it in hot water. I don't know why I did it, I just
wanted to see what would happen... I've seen that ice cubes crack when you
drop them into a glass of soda, guess I wanted to know if glass behaved the
same way. Seems it does."

A large six-sided die made out of some dark, very heavy wood. The spots made
out of colorful mother of pearl. "My grandfather gave it to me. It's from
Brazil. He got it as a present by a friend of his when he lived there in his
youth."

A scruffy-looking teddybear. Worn and obviously very much loved. Stored
amongst other treasures to be kept safe and away from harm, not to be hidden
in shame. "This is the only friend I had before I met you. His name is
Jeeves." A childish smile exchanged between them. 'Jeeves?!', was the
unspoken question. "No. Don't ask why!", the boy said firmly, still smiling.

A black plastic frisbee with golden print across its top. It was in top
condition, not a scratch on it, but so ancient in design Simon had to
reference his archive memory to retrieve information about it. Modern
aero-rings had much better flight characteristics. "This is an antique. My
uncle - dad's brother - thought I should have it. He said I could use it to
play with my friends or I could stick it in a bank box, he didn't care. I
don't know where he got it, it was old even when he was a kid. He didn't
know I didn't have any real friends. Teddy-bears aren't very good at
throwing frisbees..."

Simon looked at all the treasures. Not worth much in pure monetary value,
not even the ancient frisbee, but priceless in emotional currency.


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