Date: Thu, 31 Dec 2009 07:47:52 -0600
From: Jason Gordon <jaygordon_1981@hotmail.com>
Subject: Things That Go Bump, Ch. 6

Disclaimer: The following is a work of fiction which will include t/t and
m/m relationships, and probably some sex too.  If it is illegal in your
area to read this, or if you are not old enough to read this (you know who
you are), stop here.  Otherwise, please enjoy.


			Things That Go Bump, Chapter 6
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    Just before lunch, Steve called and asked, "Can I come by your place?"

    "Sure," James said, sitting at his desk working on some homework.
"When?"

    The doorbell rang, and Maureen answered.  James smiled as he heard the
heavy footfalls coming up the steps.  Short of breath, Steve stuck his head
in.  "Hope you don't mind?"  James shook his head, smiling, and Steve set
in to telling him about the previous night's date.  He went into far too
much detail, but James just smiled and listened.  Finally, Steve declared,
"It was fantastic!  I just wish that he had kissed me...."

    "I told you he's shy....  You might have to help him along, but he
definitely wants it too...."

    "You're sure?"  James nodded and Steve nodded back with determination.
Steve laid back on the bed and declared, "I'm bored, and Chris is busy...."

    "I've got homework," James declared with a smiled.

    "Yeah, Chris too, but you will blow it off....  He won't...."  James
laughed and shook his head.

    "What do you want to do?"

    "Just get out!  We could go walk around the mall, rate guys and shit!
It's cool to be able to do that with someone ... I couldn't with Chris...."
James laughed and grabbed his wallet.  On the way out, he told his mom
where they'd be, and Steve drove them down to the mall.  They grabbed a
bite in the food court and sat at a table.  Steve would look at a guy and
give him a rating from one to ten, while James just smiled and shook his
head.

    Finally, though, he followed Steve's gaze to an 'eight' and exclaimed,
"Steve, he's like fourteen...."

    "I'm like sixteen, sheesh, man....  He's cute!  Look at the ass beneath
those saggers, and that curly blond hair!  Mmmmm...."

    "I still say it's weird....  He is kinda cute," James admitted and
Steve laughed.  They talked about Chris and Sebastian a little, and Steve
was floored when out of the blue, James declared, "Ten!"  But when he
turned to look, he punched James in the shoulder and said, "That's
cheating!"

    "Boy watching," Sebastian asked as he walked over with a grin.  He was
dressed a little differently, wearing blue jeans and a tight brown t-shirt,
under his coat.

    "We were trying," Steve said with a false grumpiness.  "How're you
doing?  How did you know we were here?"

    "Great!  And I didn't, just a happy coincidence," he said, smiling at
James who knew better.  Inclining his head toward a man approaching their
area, he smiled and said, "Zero!  Let's walk...."  As the man whose t-shirt
didn't stretch over his belly sat in their line of sight, they threw away
their trash and walked around the mall.  They spent the afternoon like
normal teens, before they all went their own way, Steve and James to
homework, and Sebastian to his 'lair'.


    The next few weeks passed normally, with school, practice, helping Pete
plan the party.  Steve and Chris were growing closer daily, and James and
Sebastian spent most every evening together at one place or the other.
Maureen filed for divorce and the first hearing was scheduled for a monday
at the beginning of December, just two days after the team party.

    The party came quickly, and the day before was spent by Sebastian
making very special preparations.  He put wards on the doors to his bedroom
and the basement, so that only he or James or Richard could enter those
rooms.  He also oversaw the crew who put up the elegant tent and set up for
the dinner outside.  The caterer was a favorite of his and he had absolute
faith in them.  The evening before the party, Steve and Pete and James came
over and they were in awe of the transformation of the house into a
entertaining facility.

    Again, Pete was wowed and thanked Sebastian heartily.  They helped with
a few last-minute things and left James and Sebastian to themselves.
"Mom's letting me spend the weekend," he said, grabbing Sebastian around
the waist, "and there is no practice tomorrow!  So we can do whatever and
still rest for the party...."

    "Whatever?"

    James kissed him softly and stroked his cheek.  "I love you," he
whispered.

    "I love you, too," Sebastian smiled softly.  "Which reminds me!  It's
here...."  He grabbed James' hand and led him to the bedroom.  In the
middle of the bed sat a large package.  "Open it!"  James sat down, smiling
confusedly and opened the package, which was lighter than it looked.  Out
of the box slid a case, which he opened.  Inside, he found an exquisitely
hand-carved violin, made by a master craftsman in Boston.  "Do you like
it?"

    James carefully sat it down and stood, his eyes misty, grabbing
Sebastian.  "It's gorgeous....  And more importantly, it's from you...."
James kissed him deeply and felt Sebastian's hands on his back.

    James grabbed him up by the ass and he wrapped his legs around James'
waist.  But he hopped down and moved the violin, taking off his shirt and
pants.  James smiled and quickly stripped down, pouncing at the smiling
boy, who playfully manhandled the big quarterback, easily tossing him onto
the bed.

    James laughed and said, "That was fun...."  Sebastian climbed on top of
him and they made out, until James felt Sebastian's cock pressing hot into
his abs.  While James had made love to Sebastian a few times since the
first, he had thus far only sucked Sebastian.  BUt that night, he pulled
Sebastian down to him and said, "Will you make love to me tonight?"

    Sebastian carressed his chest and smiled up to him -- "Are you sure?"

    "I want you to make me yours," James whispered.  Sebastian smiled and
knelt between his knees, licking James' cock, sucking his balls.  Slowly,
he worked his way back to James' tight hole, which he tickled with his
tongue, swirling it around and prodding.  James moaned and ran his fingers
through his hair.  "Oh, fuck, baby...."  Sebastian attacked with vigor,
then, feeling the hole open up around his invading tongue.  "Sebastian,
fuck me," James began to beg.

    Sebastian got up on his knees and lined up his leaking cockhead with
the virgin hole.  There was enough precum and spit to provide a nice layer
of lubrication and he pressed forward.  "You need to relax a little, baby,
and push out just a....  That's it," he said as his head slid in.

    James gasped in pain, but gritted his teeth.  "Just a second...."
Sebastian stood perfectly still until James relaxed around him.  "Okay," he
said, and Sebastian pushed in another inch or so, again pausing to let
James adjust.  He wrapped his muscular legs around Sebastian's waist and
pulled him in tight, the last three inches sliding in all at once.  James
winced, but pulled Sebastian down to kiss him while he adjusted.  Slowly,
Sebastian began to pump, and he stood up straight on his knees, lifting
James' knees onto his shoulders.  Sebastian built up his pace as James
began to moan appreciatively, "Oh, yeah...."  James' fingers began to grasp
at his soft flesh, exciting Sebastian further.  James looked up into his
eyes and saw the desire as Sebastian licked the inner thigh of the leg on
his left shoulder.  "Do it, baby," James urged, and Sebastian, never
opening his eyes, dug his fangs deep into the soft skin of the thigh.
Almost instantly, James' cock erupted, and he shot hot cum up his chest and
abdomen.  Sebastian drew deeply on the first drink, but then suckled
lightly, playfully, sending a surge of electricity from James' stomach to
his balls with every suck, and James felt the cock swell further in his
ass, before he fired off hot volleys of cum into James' ass.  Before he
collapsed onto James, he ran a loving hand over James' thigh and the wound
closed.

   "Fucking fantastic," James said, as Sebastian kissed his chest.  "But
let's get cleaned up...."  After their shower, they got partially dressed
-- silk pajama bottoms all around -- and had a snack in the kitchen.  Then
Sebastian fetched the instrument and gave James a basic lesson in the
living room.  The big muscular boy, naked from the waist up and holding the
fine instrument, was a huge turn-on, and he felt his cock plump again as he
watched.  When they finished, James gave him another hot kiss and a tight
hug, before they camped out in front of the television to relax until James
was ready for bed.  Though he didn't need to sleep and it was really time
for him to be up and about, Sebastian laid with him, cuddled up so he could
listen to the boy's rhythmic heartbeat and bask in his warmth.  His own
body was room temperature, and his heart, while it did beat, did so only
once or twice a minute.  The fast thumping of the boy's heart soothed him
deeply.

    He thought about LUca Morelli, a boy he had known in Italy in the
fourteenth century.  He was a young man from a noble family, tall, dark
skinned, with a beautiful smile.  He had been a bit effiminate, but not in
an off-putting way.  Sebastian spent a year with the boy, playing in the
woods and rolling around in the bed at night.  Oh how he had wanted the boy
to love him, as he felt he did Luca.  But the boy's father had presented
him with a bride and his inheritance, and the boy had chosen.  On the heels
of his warning from the poet, it had killed his will and he had stopped
looking.  But he never stopped hoping.  It was only walking through town in
2009 that his heart had stirred.  He looked at the handsome sleeping face
of this blossoming man, and he knew -- he had felt -- this boy's love....
And James knew him for what he was, desired him anyway....  A single tear
rolled down his face onto the tan chest.

    Sebastian rolled over and sat up.  He walked to the window and looked
out into the darkness.  What could he do?  He looked back at James, and the
thought of turning him sickened him, turning that beautiful creature into a
monster....  But could he watch him slip away?  Could he live a loveless
life after he was gone?  He smiled.  Perhaps when James was through, he'd
go for a long sleep, like the old ones.  He smiled and thought to himself,
'Who am I to talk about old ones?'

    "Mmmm," he heard, as James stretched, "Are you there, baby?"

    "I'm here, my love," he smiled as he walked back to the bed, and James
curled into him, kissing his neck.  And for a little while, Sebastian did
sleep in his warm arms.


    Morning came early, but James slept in for once.  Around 10, though, he
stretched out, and Sebastian woke next to him.  They got ready and went
down to grab a bite in the kitchen, then Sebastian watched James practice
the violin, giving him encouragement and the occasional correction.  Then
they got ready and Sebastian drove them out to a fine men's clothier, and
Sebastian took James inside.  He dispatched Richard to attend to Pete, and
help him assemble a last few things.

    "Monsieur van der Meer, how wonderful to see you," the man said,
beaming.

    "You too, Jacques....  It's been too long...."  The two talked for a
moment, and Sebastian told him what he'd like, a navy suit for himself, and
a navy blazer for James, along with a pair of khaki trousers.  "The thing
is, Jacques, I need these for the evening, so we'll need rush fitting
service...."  Jacques picked up the phone and spoke to someone in a flurry
of French.  "My wife tells me that, for you, she can have the adjustments
made by this afternoon....  Send Richard around about four?"

    "Perfect," he said, and the man took his measurements.

    "I don't know why I bother," the man said, shaking his head.  "You
never change...."  Then he turned his attention to James and took detailed
measurements.  "That should be fine...."

    Outside, James asked, "Do they ... know about you?"

    "Yes....  It's quite a story....  I'll tell you in the car," he said as
they hopped in.  "Jacques and his wife Marie came to America in the
seventies as a young family....  They had a child, Stefan...."  As he said
it, Sebastian shook his head and shivered.  "Stefan disappeared from their
yard one evening....  There are some terrible, terrible things in my world,
James, and one of those things was in our town that day....  Jacques was
absolutely certain that what he had glimpsed taking his son was a
werewolf....  When this was brought to my attention, I came to him,
offering to investigate, but he had to promise to stop saying things in
public, for his own good and for ours....  I knew immediately by scent that
it was no werewolf that had taken his son, but a demon...."

    "Demons...."

    "Everything you've heard and worse....  This particular kind of demon
takes children to feed on....  Foolishly, I allowed Jacques to accompany me
into the woods.  There are some caves behind his home, and it wasn't long
until we came across the being.  I had no choice but to fight him
immediately, to protect Jacques and save myself.  It was a fierce beast....
I was desperately wounded, but I did kill the physical form of the
beast....  Not as good as destroying it altogether, but given my level of
preparedness, I shouldn't have survived....  But Jacques knew what I was,
then....  He brought me to his home, and he and his wife each ... fed me,
freely and unasked....  Afterwards, I was healed enough, and could call for
Richard...."

    "Why did they do it?"

    "I never asked....  Perhaps they realized that evil is not all the
same....  In any case, Jacques watched me tear to pieces the beast that
killed his only son...."

    "Did they ever have any more children?"

    Sebastian smiled brightly.  "Yes, happily....  Two girls and a boy....
All doing well...."

    "Good," James said, "looking out the window...."

    They dropped by the caterer, who told them she planned to arrive around
5:30 to set up, and assured them that everything was alright.  Then he
called Richard to ask him to stop by the tailor's on the way home.  He hung
up, shaking his head.

    "What," James asked, smiling.

    "Pete....  He really revs Richard's engine...."

    "Pete is a hunk," James smiled.

    Then, more serious, Sebastian asked, "What if something happened
between them?  What if Richard wanted to turn him?"

    "Would Pete have a say in that?"

    "With Richard, he would...."

    "If that's what Pete wanted, I'd say ... fine...."

    "Really?  You'd be alright with him ... turning your friend into that?"

    "You've shown me that being a vampire need not be the end of
goodness...."

    "I ... am not good...."

    James just smiled and put a hand on his knee, shaking his head.  Back
at the house, they greeted the caterer and her serving staff, and Sebastian
gave them their instructions.  They went about their business setting the
tables in the tent, while Sebastian and James showered upstairs.  Sebastian
sat on the counter talking to him while he shaved, clearly fascinated by
the ritual he was not burdened with.  Downstairs, he sensed that Richard
and Pete had arrived.  Richard brought their new clothes up and laid them
on the bed.  Pete, meanwhile, went home to get ready.

    When James and Sebastian were dressed, Sebastian led him through one
last check, and James observed, "You must have held many parties...."

    "Too many to remember," he laughed.  "For emperors and kings and popes,
socialites and artists....  But this is definitely a first ... for a high
school football team...."

    "Well, I appreciate it, Pete appreciates it, though he won't show his
appreciation like I will...."

    "He might," Sebastian teased, finally adding, "but not to me...."

    "You think its gotten that far with Richard?"

    "I think Pete has developed his own affection for Richard...."  About
that time the doorbell rang and the first few guests, including the coaches
and their wives arrived, along with some of the school's leadership.
Sebastian walked to the door and met his guests with charm.

    "My!  I didn't realize that our host was so young," Mrs. Fields, the
principal exclaimed, taking his hand.

    "It is my pleasure," he said, "as friend....  Let me show you around,"
he said, taking her arm in one of his, and the coach's wife's in the other.

    "Your friend's a charmer, Barton," the coach said, standing in the
entryway with his junior staff and his star quarterback.  James nodded and
led the men to the yard, where they were offered drinks.  A few more of the
guys arrived with their dates, and things started to pick up.  But things
got interesting when Pete showed up.  Richard answered the door with a
smile that positively wilted at the sight of Pete's clingy date.  Sensing
that the boy was not disinterested in her, he was crestfallen, and while he
showed them to the yard, he was entirely muted.  Pete smiled and tried to
talk to him, but Richard withdrew quickly to the house.

    Sebastian escorted the two women to the back yard, where Mrs. Fields
exclaimed, "My this is beautiful....  We can't thank you enough for
providing all of this, Mr. van der Meer!"

    "Sebastian, please!  Excuse me, ladies," he said with a smile, walking
over to James.

    "Way to go," James said with a smile.

    Before Sebastian could respond, Pete slipped away from his date and
walked over.  "What's wrong with Richard?  He seemed upset...."  Sebastian
looked over at Pete's date and raised his eyebrows, nodding to James.

    "Why don't you go ask him?  You'll find him in the garage,
probably...."

    Pete whispered to his date and walked into the house.  Sure enough, the
hired servers were manning the door, so he went out the kitchen door into
the closed garage.  Richard had hung his coat by the door and rolled up his
sleeves, revealing muscular forarms which were streaked with grease from
whatever he was working on.  Whatever it was, he was intensely focused.
"Richard?"  Richard looked over, paused, then went back to work at the
bench.  "Did I do something?"

    Richard sort of scowled, but then his faced softened.  "No....  I'm
being silly...."

    "What's the matter?"  Pete drew nearer and Richard could feel his heat.
He swallowed deeply and shook his head.

    "I'm just a silly old fool...."

    "You aren't old enough to be a silly old anything," Pete said, putting
a hand on Richard's shoulder, causing the man to sort of slump forward on
the counter.  "Tell me what's wrong...."

    Richard sighed, and then suddenly and with terrible speed rounded on
Pete and moved in close, planting a soft kiss on his lips.  At first, Pete
tensed and pulled away, but Richard grabbed him tight, and Pete grew limp
beneath the heat of the kiss.  Then Richard felt Pete's hands on his hips
and Pete kissing him back.  The boy pulled away and grinned.  "YOU were
jealous!"  Richard blushed as much as vampires could and nodded.  Pete ran
a finger down his forearm and said, "I've got to get back to her, but once
I'm rid of her, we'll discuss this...."

    "You won't...."

    "No, I won't...."

    "She'll try," Richard said with a laugh.

    "And ten minutes ago, I would have let her....  See you around," Pete
said over his shoulder as he moved to return to the party.  In the back
yard, Sebastian had already smiled knowingly to James and nodded.  James
smiled back and gave him a thumbs up.  With Pete back, as the 'organizer,'
he called things to order and they all sat to begin the annual program of
awards and little speeches.  But before they could begin, one last surprise
was in order.  The doorbell rang.