Date: Tue, 26 Jul 2011 13:46:55 -0700 (PDT)
From: Caleb Wilson <cable4uw@yahoo.com>
Subject: Two Boys on a Bike 10

The sound of the alarm shattered his dreams of James and himself. He
groaned and mumbled obscenities at the clock, stretched his hand out and
with a deftly placed slap brought silence to the room. He lay on his back
staring at the ceiling, trying to recall the wondrous dream he was having
so he could spend the next few minutes reliving it but to no
avail. "Blast!" he said aloud, angry that he couldn't recall the dream. He
leapt out of bed, the front of his shorts sticking out as his morning
erection stood proud. He attended to his ablutions, dressed quickly, then
went downstairs to wish his parents a good morning and have his
breakfast. His father was already on his way to work, and kissing his
mother goodbye he left for school. As he walked, he wondered if he should
call James, then decided against it knowing that if it was him lying in bed
sleeping, he wouldn't want to be disturbed. He entered the park and at once
his mind centred on the fun they have on the bike in the park. The buzzing
of his mobile broke his chain of thought. Taking it out he answered
it. "James, how are you? What are you doing up so early, I didn't think
you'd be up till about ten or eleven."

"Okay, I'm in the park at the moment on my way to school."

"I'll come over after I've been home and changed."

"You sure, will your mum allow you?"

"Well let me.......and the phone was snatched from his hand.

"Nice phone I think I'll keep it, what say you."

"Come on Jenkins give me back my phone, I was speaking to someone"

"Was little Patrick talking to mummy then?"

"No it was James King."

"Oh shit! Sorry Patrick, here you are. I'm sorry, really."

"Yeah, well you better hang on and have a word with him, I'm sure he'll
want to hear your apologies."

Patrick punched in James's number. "Hi James."

"I got cut off by someone who thought it was funny grabbing the phone while
I was talking to you, he wants to have a word with you," and Patrick handed
the phone to a subdued Frank Jenkins.

"Uh it's me James. Frank Jenkins, I'm sorry, I grabbed the phone out of
Patrick's hand as a joke."

"Okay, see you," and he handed the phone back to Patrick.

"Okay James I'll phone you later at lunch time,"

"Alright then during the first break bye," and he broke the link.

"Shit! I'm really sorry Patrick I....."

"Forget it Frank, how come you're going to school this way."

"I had to go to my cousin's house to pick up a math book I lent him that I
needed for school today."

"I thought I hadn't seen you around here before."

"No, I live over the other side of the school, but I did see you and James
messing around on the bike sometime back in the park. I was on my way to my
cousin's place."

"Yeah James and I come through here quite often."

"If you don't mind me asking Patrick, what was the crash like, did it
hurt?"

"I didn't feel a thing till I woke up in hospital, then they kept me on
drugs to ease the pain, so it wasn't too bad except for that bloody plaster
that was just plain evil."

"Yeah I should think so, seeing that you couldn't bend your leg at all."
Looking at his watch Frank swore, "Shit! I guess we'd better hurry or we'll
be late for assembly," and the two boys increased their pace to get to
school on time.



He called James during the first break and at the lunch break. After school
as he made his way home, Frank again joined him.

"Hi Patrick I'm going your way, going to see my cousin."

"What are you going to lend him this time?"

"Nothing just going to visit, he and I get along really well, you want to
come over."

"No thanks Frank, I'm going straight home."

"Come on Patrick, you'll really like it, we can get to know each other and
I'm sure you'll like my cousin, he's nearly fifteen."

"Not this time Frank I have to get home, we're expecting visitors."

"Oh okay, next time then."

"Umm uh I don't know, actually Frank I don't think so but that doesn't mean
we can't be friends."

"Okay Patrick, but anytime you want you can always come over."



They parted company, and Patrick continued on his way home, walking through
the front gate. Seeing the red and silver bike propped up against the wall
he broke into a run. Opening the front door and slamming it shut behind him
he yelled out, "Muuumm, I'm home, Jaaaaames where are you?"

His mother answered him from the sitting room "We're here Patrick."

Kicking his shoes off and dropping his school bag in the hallway he entered
the room to see his mother and James on the settee. Walking over to his
mother he kissed her then sat down beside James. "Hi, you're early! I
didn't expect you till about five."

"You want me to go and come back later."

Patrick smiled, "Don't be sarky," and he slid his hand along the settee to
grasp James's and squeeze.

"What was all that about Frank Jenkins grabbing your phone James asked?"

"Oh nothing he was just fooling around, he didn't mean anything by it, he
even invited me over to visit with him to his cousin's home."

"So what happened.?"

"Nothing James, I said no thanks and came home. Mum I'm going up to my room
to change."

"Alright Patrick."

"James, you coming as well?"

"Okay, see you later Mrs. J."

The two boys made their way out of the room, Patrick picking his bag up in
the hallway before climbing the stairs to his room followed by James. On
the stairs James held Patrick's shoulder, checking the smaller boys'
progress. "Specs why didn't you go with Frank Jenkins?"

Patrick looked into James's eyes; "Do you really need to ask me that
question James?"

Seeing the concerned look in the small boy's eyes James knew that he should
never have asked the question, "I'm sorry Specs I....."

"Shush James lets go to my room."

The moment he was inside the room he turned and was encompassed in James's
arms. He stood there resting his head on James' chest, feeling the pounding
of James's heart as it beat and the strength that emanated from the boy
that held him in those strong but so loving arms.

James lowered his head and nudged the smaller boys' forehead so that he
looked up then brought their lips together. They kissed with a longing that
seemed to imply they had only just met after an eternity apart. Their
tongues brought untold feelings of sheer joy to their inner selves as they
tasted and felt the bliss that they experienced in the kiss.

"James, can you stay the night, I couldn't bear to have you go home. I've
felt miserable not having you near me at school and now you're here I don't
want you to leave again this evening."

"Specs, I have to go home, I haven't brought anything with me to wear, and
I haven't seen my dad since he left for work this morning."

"Oh yeah I suppose you have to think of them as well, anyway you'll be
coming to school tomorrow, huh?"

"You bet! I'll meet you in the park like normal then we can go on
together. D'you want to go out for a ride after you've changed?"

"No let's lie here together till it's time for you to go home."

They walked over to the bed, Patrick taking off his school blazer and shirt
to keep just his trousers and vest on. They lay down and at once they came
together, their bodies totally enmeshed from head to toe. Patrick at once
snuggling down into James's body, his head resting just under his chin and
inhaling the aroma that exuded from James till it filled his senses. When
he felt completely at one with his lover he raised his head and looked into
James's eyes. No words were spoken. None were needed as James lowered his
head and their lips came together. They didn't thrash around on the bed
with the union of their kiss; instead they lay passively, letting their
tongues unite as the feelings of absolute contentment enveloped their whole
beings.

When they broke the kiss as they gazed into each other's eyes. They each
knew that no one else could replace the other in their lives, that they
were inextricably bound together for the remainder of their existence.

"James?"

"Uh huh."

"When we are old enough and get the money from the trust fund can we buy a
house for ourselves?"

"Um, I suppose, but I'm not sure how much money there will be, and how much
houses will cost by then."

"Well we'll be working won't we, and if you keep doing well in your sports
you never know, you might become a super star and earn loads of cash then
we could buy anything couldn't we?"

"Of course Specs, we can do whatever we want as long as we're together."

"Guess what James, I had a brilliant dream last night, do you want to hear
about it?"

"Okay tell me."

"Well it wasn't a dream at first I was lying in bed, you know, like
fantasizing about the two of us."

"Yeah, go on."

"Well we were on our new bike, but this one could, like you know when we
had the crash, go up in the air and we could fly really fast. We were
flying over schools and all the kids were waving to us and we sort of
dive-bombed them and they had to duck. Then we went over the ocean to New
York, then to California, and then to Hollywood. Then on our way back we
went to Disney World and we had everybody yelling and waving at us as we
flew along. Afterwards we went home to your house and we were lying
together. Then I couldn't remember anymore, I tried but couldn't."

"Do you want me to remind you what happened?"

"Huh, what d'you mean?"

"We did this," and he wrapped his arms around his dream-teller and brought
their lips together.





He stood looking across the park and saw the diminutive figure enter
through the gates at the other end. He didn't need to look closely to know
who it was and the moment the figure spied him it waved and started running
towards him. As soon as Patrick was within talking distance he stopped
running, and out of breath gasped, "Hi James!"

James looked at the smaller boy and smiled, "Specs you don't have to run
every time you see me in the park, we've got heaps of time! We won't be
late for school."

"Can't help it James, it just happens every time I see you, no idea why."

"Well take it easy in future, there's no rush. Come on let's go," and they
made their way to school, both glad to be back in the old routine. James's
friends were pleased to see him back at school and surprisingly Natalie
didn't approach him during the breaks. At the end of the day they made
their way back home and before splitting up to go their separate ways they
sat talking on the park bench. Finally they stood, and making arrangements
to see each other later went on their separate ways to their homes.

James walked a few yards then stopped, pulled his mobile phone from his
pocket and dialed, "Hi mum."

"I'll be a bit late getting home."

"I'm going to Patrick's first mum then when he's changed and seen his mum
we can come home."

"Okay, mum bye for now, see you."

He put the phone away turned to see his small friend walking towards the
park gates. He broke into a run making sure he ran on the grass so his
footsteps wouldn't be heard on the footpath. When he caught up with Patrick
he reached out and stopped him placing a hand on his shoulder. Patrick
turned to see James standing there grinning.

"Hi Specs, need some company on your way home?"

Patrick stood looking at the boy that invaded his thoughts every moment of
his day. His face broke into a grin to match the one that was looking at
him and grabbing James by the hand said, "Let's go."



Opening the door and letting James in he slammed it shut behind them
yelling, "Muuumm we're home!"

His mother smiled to herself and couldn't help wonder at the change to her
son in the past few months. She hadn't seen or heard him so happy since
Jeremy's death. She walked into the hallway to see the two boys removing
their school shoes. Seeing his mother, Patrick went over to her giving her
a kiss, James saying, "Good afternoon Mrs. J."

"Greeting the boys she asked if they wanted a snack.

"What've you got mum?"

"Go and have a look in the fridge and help yourselves."

"They didn't need a second invitation and the boys were soon in the kitchen
stuffing their mouths and washing it down with fruit juice. Finished,
Patrick told his mother he was going to change then go over to James's
house.

"You won't be too late Patrick you still have to do your homework."

"I'll be back in a couple of hours mum, James will bring me back on the
bike."

"Alright, and mind you behave and don't give James's mother any trouble."

They scooted upstairs. Inside the room before he started changing Patrick
turned and looked at James."

Patrick didn't need to say a word as James walked towards him smiling, then
he wrapped his arms around him, lowered his head and brought their lips
together.

The kiss made up for all the time they'd spent at school an arms length
away from each other, but unable to make any bodily contact. They tasted
each other with a hunger that they couldn't seem to satisfy.

Patrick broke away, "I'd better change," he said beginning to strip off his
school clothes till he stood in front of James in only his briefs. James
gazed at the small slim form that stood in front of him. "Patrick?"

"Yep."

"How much do you weigh?"

"Why."

"Just."

"Umm, 82 pounds."

James grabbed hold of the boy's nearly naked form and lifted him off the
ground and squeezed him into his body till he heard Patrick give a
grunt. He eased his grip and looked at the boy in his arms.

"What?"

"I love you, Patrick Jensen, and don't ever forget it."

"Love you too James, can you put me down now, I want to try something."

James did as Patrick requested, the smaller boy then stooped and wrapped
his arms around James's upper thighs and attempted to lift him. He just
about got James's feet off the ground and started to lose his balance he
staggered towards the bed and both he and James collapsed on it, "Gosh how
much do you weigh James."

"156 pounds,"

"Bloody Hell! Feels more like a ton," lifting himself off James he said,
"I'd better get dressed now if we're going over to your place."

James was content to lie on the bed and watch his small friend change into
his tracksuit bottoms and long sleeved top. His hands never came out of the
sleeves. They remained inside. When he'd finished dressing Patrick stood
twirling the sleeves of his top around looking at James lying on the bed,
"Ready to go."

James looked at the small boy standing in the room making the sleeves of
his top spin around. He wanted to grab hold of him and just crush him to
his body, instead he got up saying, "Yep, let's go Specs." As he walked
past, the smaller boy jumped onto his back,

"Give us a piggyback James," and wrapped his arms around his neck and legs
around his waist.

James smiled and grabbed the boy's thighs and walked out of the room and
down the stairs with Patrick on his back.

They said goodbye to Patrick's mother, put their footwear on and left the
house, with Patrick demanding a piggyback again.

He walked down the street with Patrick once again on his back. As he walked
Patrick put his mouth to James's ear and whispered, "I've got a stiffy."

"You don't have to tell me I can feel it," James said smiling, "and stop
squirming and rubbing it on my back!"

He continued walking along the street then into the park where he stopped
and set Patrick down.

"That's it Specs, now it's my turn, you give me a piggyback."

The small boy stooped over and James climbed onto his back and lifted his
feet off the ground, the moment he did Patrick uttered one sound, "Umph,"
and they both collapsed in a heap on the grass killing themselves laughing.

When the laughing stopped they untangled themselves, got up and continued
on their way to James's house chatting away like thirteen-year-olds do.





Two hours later Patrick was bidding Mr. and Mrs. King Goodbye. He walked
out of the door to see James straddled across the bike. He walked over,
climbed onto the saddle, pulled the sleeves of his top up to expose his
hands then slipped them under James's T-shirt and squeezed.

"I'm ready James, let's go."

The shivers as usual coursed through his body, he wanted to turn and grab
hold of his young friend. Instead he said, "Okay Specs," and he pushed off.



They were back on their favourite mode of transport, the one that had
brought them together. This time Patrick rested the side of his face on
James's back as he peddled, and the thrill it gave him made him wonder why
he hadn't done it before. James too could feel his young friend's head on
his back and got a bit concerned. Ever since the accident he was tuned in
to the slightest change in Patrick's behaviour, ready to respond if he felt
it necessary.

Now he turned his head and asked, "Patrick are you alright?"

"Yes James, this is just great. I could fall asleep just sitting here with
my arm around you, and my head on your back."

"I think I'm going to stop and let you pedal then, so I can try it out."

"James don't be a spoil sport."

"Just joking Specs," and he continued on to Patrick's house, the two of
them as one joined in perfect harmony.



Patrick was at the front door watching and waving to James as he left to
make his way home. Every time they had to part, he had this empty feeling
inside of him that made him want to grab hold of James and not let go. Just
before he disappeared from view Patrick shouted, "See you tomorrow James,"
and got a wave from James as he cycled out of sight.







He sat reading his book till he happened to glance at the clock on the
mantelpiece, "Shit! Three forty five, he should have been back fifteen
minutes ago, what the hell's holding him up this time.

He got up and went over to window looked out and saw an empty driveway and
thought, wish he'd get back soon, then returned to his seat to continue his
reading.



A black B.M.W. glided up the driveway and into the garage. A tall 6ft 5in
blonde haired, blue eyed man walked around and entered the house, making
his way silently to the sitting room and stood in the doorway.

The man sitting and reading looked up from his book, "James!" he
cried. Dropping his book and jumping up from his chair, he ran across the
room and jumped into his lover's arms, bringing their lips together. They
broke the kiss and James set Patrick down on his feet.

"Specs you're twenty six years old and still behave like a
thirteen-year-old."

"Never mind how I behave, why were you late getting back?"

"Oh the boss wanted to talk to us after the practice game, seeing that
we're so far ahead in the league he wants to give some of the younger
players a chance to experience Premiership football. That means he's going
to rest four players, and I'm one of them, so I won't have to travel down
to Portsmouth on Saturday.

"That's bloody brilliant! Oops, nearly forgot; your sister phoned she wants
us to keep Ryan for a fortnight, she has to go to Perth on business and he
didn't want to stay with his grandparents."

"Oh God! Specs, why did you volunteer for that, he's a ten year-old
disaster area, we won't have a moment's peace."

"Stop moaning and trying to make out like you're not pleased, James! You
spoil him something terrible when he's here!"

"Me spoil him? Me? Who spent nearly the whole bloody day riding around the
grounds on the bike with him the last time he was here, and I didn't even
get a look in."

"You're bloody jealous! God how could you be jealous of a ten year-old boy
James, you should be ashamed!"

"Well its ages since you and I have been on the bike, and you never thought
to ask if I wanted to have a go."

"Oh Gosh! Sorry! You want to have a go now before he arrives?"

"Yeah."

"They dashed out to the garage and James pulled out a red and silver bike,
one very similar to the one they had many years ago but on a larger
scale. He straddled the bike and Patrick climbed onto the saddle and
wrapped his arms around his waist. The same old shivers ran through his
body, it never changed. Looking over his shoulder he asked, "Okay Specs?"

"Yes James let's go."

And they were off. The grounds of the house were nearly as big as the park
that they used to cycle in. Now as they cycled, their minds joined as if
one and the years rolled away till they were two thirteen-year-olds again
with no cares in the world, doing what they loved best.

Being together and enjoying themselves. Just Two Boys on a Bike.


				  The End


That I hope dear readers is a satisfactory ending to the story that will
please you. If however you wish the story to continue, then I suggest you
sit back close your eyes and like Patrick, let your imagination take you on
a ride of make-believe. With your mind writing the script and painting the
images you can take a journey of pure fantasy with endless permutations.
Fulfilling all your desires for the boys to a much greater degree than I
would ever be able to do as a writer.



 Caleb Wilson.

cable4uw@yahoo.com