Date: Sun, 19 Nov 2000 17:38:06 GMT
From: Jamie <virus@dial.pipex.com>
Subject: Chris-and-Jamie  Chapter 10

Same stuff - don't read this is u r underage or u don't like reading stories
of love between two boys.

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The next few weeks were spent getting everything ready for going to
Washington. I was so fussy about getting everything absolutely right, that
it took me a week to pack my own suitcase. I remembered what my Grandmother
had used to say to be and I followed her instructions to the letter.

`Pack what you think you need.' I heard her voice echo in my head. `Take
half of the clothes out, and you will have enough.'

A sensible enough suggestion, I thought. As most of us pack way too much
anyway. Chris wasn't like me with his preparations. It took him all of
half-an-hour to get his stuff ready.

On the night before we went to Washington we showered and climbed into bed.
I stroked his hair with the back of my hand and he pulled my hand to his
face. Slowly he planted small kisses all over it and soon worked his way up
to my lips. His hand shot beneath the covers and found its prize. I pulled
his hand off me. He glanced at me, surprised.

`Not tonight, Chris, we've got to be at the airport at 4 am tomorrow.'

He shrugged as though it was my loss and cuddled up to me. I wrapped my free
arm around his warm body and lay there savouring him. He intertwined his leg
with mine, and we fell asleep bound together.

The alarm blasted us out of sleep.

I turned to the table, by the side of the bed, and read the words 3:30 am.
We had less than half-an-hour to get to an airport that was 45 minutes
drive.

`Chris! Get the hell outta bed!' I grabbed my pants and started to pull them
on. `Hurry up you lazy bastard!'

I dragged him from the bed and tried to stand him up. His eyes fluttered
open and he mumbled something, which I couldn't understand. I shook him and
he woke up. Glancing at the clock he too saw what had happened and ran to
get dressed.

I flew down the landing and banged on my parent's bedroom door before
opening it and shouting what had happened. My Dad was up in five seconds. 2
minutes later he was backing the car out of the garage, with Chris and I
waiting to load in our suitcases.

Racing down the empty motorway (bit like a freeway) we arrived at the
airport just as they were closing the check-in desk. Ten minutes soon after,
we were sitting on the plane, waiting for takeoff.

I breathed a sigh of relief and looked around the cabin. The walls were
decorated as most Virgin planes are. The white panels gave way to
red-covered seats and floors. Even the stewardesses seemed to be entirely
red.

Looking across the aisle I found that the seats were arranged in a pattern
that had never seen before. Most on a transatlantic are arranged: 3-5-3 or
3-4-3. This was a 2-5-2. It didn't worry me too much as Chris and I could
have two seats to ourselves.

The planes engines switched on and we taxied out to the runway. Giving Chris
a momentary look I saw that he was shaking slightly.

`You, okay?' I asked. Although I knew that the response would be negative, I
asked it anyway.
`Yeah...I...er...don't really like...flying.' He managed to stutter.

The planes engines began to roar, as we sped off to Washington.

`At all...in any circumstances...I...HATE...AIRPLANES!' His face had gone
sheet-white and a tear had begun to roll out from his left eye.

I wiped the tear away, with my hand, leaned over and kissed him. Some of the
colour returned to his cheeks, but he was still not completely happy with
the situation.

`Why didn't you say you didn't like flying?' I asked.
`I dunno. I didn't really think about it, until just now. I was just so
happy that we were going to spend a week together with no parents and no
school.' An acceptable answer I thought.
`Are you going to be okay?'
`Yeah, I'll be fine after the first ten minutes.'

I yanked the armrest, dividing our seats, out of place and buried it in the
compartment between the seats. I scooted across to Chris and took him in my
arms. The seatbelt sign soon clicked off, and I decided that Chris had more
or less calmed down. I kissed him and was about to release him, when a
stewardess came by and began to glare at us.

`Disgusting' was all she said and stormed off in the direction of the front
of the plane.

I began to giggle and let go of Chris. He looked up and smiled at me.

`Someone's a little homophobic.' He said.

We busied ourselves for the oncoming hours, until we finally heard the
captain's voice come over the loudspeakers.

`We will be landing at Washington Dulles in ten minutes. Please stow all
your baggage and prepare for landing.'

Chris began the shaking routine again.

`I forgot how much I hated landings as well.' He said.

I resumed my routine of comforting him until the wheels bumped the tarmac of
the runway and we glided to a stop outside the terminal building.

I don't know if it is just me, but every time I go to get my luggage off a
plane I have to wait until the second-to-last bag.

When I finally retrieved my suitcase we walked through the arrivals
department and Chris shouted and tugged at my arm. He dropped his suitcase
on my foot and ran over to a portly-built woman standing by the revolving
door. He threw his arms around her and kissed both of her cheeks in turn.

Lugging both suitcases up to him, I joined them at the doors.

`Jamie, this is Liz, my aunt. Liz, this is Jamie, my boyfriend.' I was
perturbed by his openness, but thought nothing of it.
`Hiya, Jamie.' She said in the same accent as Chris's. `I got my car outside
and I thought since I had the day off, it was pointless for you two to get a
cab.'

I handed Chris his suitcase and we trawled out to the car -- a small
jeep-type affair, blue with a red stripe running around the outside. Loading
the bags into the car I joined Chris in the back. Liz pulled the car into
first gear and released the handbrake. We pulled out into a sea of traffic,
which only got worse as we continued.

As the car emerged into Pennsylvania Avenue I grabbed my first shot of the
White House. I was surprised to see how big it actually was in reality; on
TV it had always been the tiny image behind the News Reader -- now it was in
front of me, and huge. My amazement doubled when turned the corner, a block
down from the White House, and came to a stop.

`We're here.' I heard Chris say to me, as he climbed down from the car.
`You live next door to the White House?'
`No, I live just around the corner.' He grinned. `Mom used to be a press
secretary to the President, so we moved closer to her office.'

Liz waved goodbye to us, drove a few houses down, stopped and went indoors.

Chris searched through his pockets and found two keys. He tossed me one and
used the other to open the front door. I stepped into a palace. The stairs
curled up in front of me in the same style as the ones I had fallen down a
few weeks earlier. I shook off the memories and scanned the pictures on the
wall. They were all landscapes of Capitol City, taken from different angles.

I climbed the stair, as Chris went to check what we had in the kitchen.
Dumping my suitcase in the room I assumed to be Chris's, I moved to the
window. Before me lay Capitol City. The White House could be seen a few
hundred yards away, and the Washington Monument lay directly in front of me.

I felt a hand around my waist and a voice whispered, sotto voce, into my
ear.

`When you've finished with the city, we've got to go get some food.'
`Alright, let's go.'

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We walked into the small supermarket, three blocks down from the house.
Chris grabbed a basket and began to fill it with all the stuff he thought we
needed. I followed behind, removing the items from the basket and replacing
them on the selves. When we were halfway around the store he finally
realised that the basket was not getting any heavier.

`Whatcha do that for?' He asked, looking at me.
`I don't even think you can eat half the stuff you were putting in there.
Plus, you have no shopping sense whatsoever.'

I took the basket from him and filled it with what we really needed. I cut
the shopping down to 2 bags and we walked the short way home.

Reaching for my key, I opened the main door and he began to unload the
contents of his bag into the various cupboards. I was amazed at how he could
reach into the bag, grab something and toss it into the right place without
even looking. He was finished before I had even started.

`Hurry up, slow coach.'
`How the hell do you do that?'
`Practise! I used to go to the store everyday after school. I had to make it
more fun somehow.'
`What happened when you came to throwing a bottle?'
`Never happened.'
`Smart ass!'

In response he took the bag from me and discarded its insides in the same
manner as the first. Taking me in his arms he kissed me on the forehead and
worked his way down to my lips. Caressing them with his tongue, he forced
them open and dived into my mouth.

The door opened and Liz came in, followed by a taller man I guessed
correctly to be Chris's uncle.

`Don't let us interrupt you.' She said coolly, as we broke the kiss and
stared at them. `This is Ray, Jamie. He's my husband. One of us will be
stopping by, for a few minutes, every night, just to check you haven't died
of dehydration or broken your necks.' She laughed. Evidently she didn't know
about the incident with the stairs. `We'll see you later, when you've
settled in.'

They departed.

`Good start.' Chris kissed me again.
`I'm still wondering if that bed will be big enough.'
`Oh, we'll fit. Your only little.' He teased.

Night was beginning to draw in and we made our way upstairs to the bedroom.
I closed the bedroom door and moved to the window. Again I looked out over
the city and saw the Washington Monument lit up. It was a beautiful sight,
but reminded me that I was away from home. A tear fell from the corner of my
eye and dropped onto the sill.

Behind my back Chris smiled, slipped a cassette into the hi-fi and switched
the unit on. I couldn't see as he pressed the play button, but what I heard
I will never forget. The music softly wept from the speakers and reached my
ears like waves of gold.

`I vow to thee, my country, all earthly things above...'

The music brought more tears from my eyes. Chris reached out and pulled me
to him. We moved to the music (although it was hard to dance to church
hymns).

`I love you.' Chris whispered to me.
`...Entire and whole and perfect, the service of my love...'
`I love you too.'
`...The love that asks no question, the love that stands the test...'
`Appropriate, isn't it?' Chris mumbled.
`...That lays upon the altar, the dearest and the best...'
`It always seems to be with you.' I grinned back at him.

As the first verse ended, we kissed. He clicked off the music, scooped me up
and laid me down on the bed. He continued his kissing and began to unbutton
my shirt. It was pulled from my shoulders and cast aside as I worked on his
own. It came away as his tongue found my left nipple. I went to seventh
heaven as he relented on my left and moved to my right.

I nibbled on his ear and moved his hand down to my crotch. My own skimmed
his taught chest and brushed his own, causing a wave of pleasure to ripple
through his body.

Our pants were soon discarded and I began to work some Vaseline into his
pulsating mass. Turning over I waited for him to enter me. As he did so, I
let out a moan of pleasure. The more we did this, the easier it got. I was
quietly enjoying myself when he pushed forward and brushed my prostate. The
most enormous groan erupted from inside me. It seemed to build from my
diaphragm and flew up into my mouth. My voice was not the only thing to
erupt; Chris's load burst its banks and shot into me. I felt the great
synergy, and collapsed onto the bed.


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Sorry this chapter was a little short guys.

This story is true and so I can't ask you what you want to happen. But I
would be interested to see if you like or hate it so far (Chris and I are
now 15 and still going strong).
The names (apart from Mine and Chris's) have been changed to protect
individuals.
I'm always around, so e-mail me if you have any questions you want to ask
someone about being gay. I'm always ready to listen. Messages will be taken
in confidence.

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