Date: Sun, 11 Mar 2001 10:37:39 -0000 From: Jamie <virus@dial.pipex.com> Subject: Chris-and-Jamie Chapter 26 Same stuff - don't read this is u r underage or u don't like reading stories of love between two boys. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ I graduate in three months - whooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!! Black Gown, Red Silk Hood trimmed with "artificial" fur" - sexy!!!! ------------------------------------------------------------------------ By the evening Chris had stopped throwing up and was actually considerably better than before. Ciaran had left the house as soon as we could move him from the sanctity of his bedroom. Carrying him downstairs was a bit too strenuous for my delicate frame, so in my infinite wisdom I allowed Paul and my Dad to do the job whilst I gave valuable information in a supervisory capacity; in other words I did nothing while they did all the work. Chris wasn't really up to the task of assisting in the removal of my best friend from his bedroom, as he was throwing up in our bathroom. This in itself was an improvement, since it meant that he had no longer confined himself to the bed. However, that was lunchtime; now it was coming up to ten past six, and Chris had managed to struggled downstairs and was presently wrapped in a huge flannel blanket and cuddled up to me. I placed my arm around him and guided his head onto my shoulder. As we were beginning to get comfortable the worst-case scenario finally played out. A massive tragedy struck me in the epitome of my youth. However, if you want the short version, our parents walked in. `Got a bit of a balance problem there, Christopher?' Eileen asked as she entered and made herself comfortable on the large sofa opposite us. Her glass of wine wavered as she sat down; as the wave travelled up one side, it tipped ever so slightly over the top and a small drop dribbled down the side. `Huh?' Chris's head came off my shoulder and he looked confused. She laughed and motioned for Paul to explain. `You seem to be permanently leaning to the left.' After a lot of bemused looks, Chris finally got the joke and laid down on me again. I saw the evil grin come to his lips even before the remark was sent back across the room. `Usually it just hangs straight down and a little to the right.' He giggled and saw Eileen choke into her wine glass. She shot him a glance that could kill, but he shrugged it off. As my parents followed Chris's into the room they dimmed the main lights. After doing this, my Mother crossed to the other side of the room and switched on the standard lamp, which immediately bathed the room in a steady flame. My boyfriend seemed to respond to this and snuggled closer to me. There was a huge smile plastered all over his face; it seemed to glow in the lamplight. He turned his head and looked at me. His gaze swept over me and then he reached up and drew his hand through my hair. `I think I need to renew this relationship tonight.' He said as he held my eyes with his. Running over the prospects of where this could lead in my mind, I considered this for a moment. The moment was too long for me and I readily agreed. Eileen began to laugh again and picked up a glossy magazine from the coffee table. This small counter stood midway between the three sofas and held all of our most sacred reading material. Unfortunately these tomes of wonder tended to be "Country Life", "Good Housekeeping" and "Woman and Home". None of these really appealed to the growing gay teenager, so in the evenings we usually resided in our own living room. A week ago, my parents decided that we were cluttering up the rooms downstairs -- our charming parents. But the good news was that my Dad got the builders in the next day and after seventy-two hours we were finally presented with a lovely new sitting room joining onto our bedroom. The beautifully new oak-panelled room contained a small sofa and a TV. However, it was not as comfortable as this downstairs chamber, and so we had slowly imposed our presence downstairs again. Every time we were down here though my parents delighted in making sarcastic remarks to us. Naturally this was just a ploy to get us out of the room so that they could have it to themselves, but we were in the mid-stages of teenage adolescent stubbornness and would not be moved unless there was sex involved. Of course tonight there was sex involved, and I knew that if there was even a slight chance of it, Chris would heave me up the stairs faster than a rock-climber. The sex never came that night. `James?' My Dad looked up from his newspaper. `Have you two packed yet?' I was bewildered; I had no idea what he meant. `Well, we're going to Canada tomorrow morning, so I thought you had better pack some clothes.' `What!' We both chorused at this, and Eileen and my Mom both exploded in fits of giggles. --------------------------------------- Right, I have no idea when I'm going to finish this story. I'm sorry that it has been so long since I posted another installment. Chris needs to do something worthwhile to write about, and he's become boring for the moment. Anyway, I've got another story comng out on Nifty soon. "Shadows in the Curtains" is based on a true life story of one of my cousins. The names have been changed to protect him and his friend. If u like what u read, mail me - virus@dial.pipex.com AOL IM: jam0015 C Ya round