I have been receiving email so far in scattered responses, but it's all positive and encouraging, so there. THis is the third instalment, and I apologize for the lack of upper case in the sentence structure. But I am working on it. Yeah. Enjoy the story.
A story part 3
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=== It's not that I am cynical or anything, but I never did believe that the word existed for a 16 year old boy like me. Yeah. It was more of a puppy-love stage, and despite what mike said, I still had my reservations. I was willing to try it with Mike, but I never did see it as a serious relationship. It didn't mean that I would cheat on him, but all I would do was that of what guys my age would do. And that aside, what about university? It was gonna come on soon, and I really didn't know if Mike wanted to go where i wanted to go. And where I was going. But like the indecisive male, i kept it all in the back of my head, instead concentrating on basking in his presence.
'If i didn't know better, I'd think you were the jock.' 'why?' He traced his lines continuously on my abs, and looked up and grinned. 'If I didn't know, I think this is a human washboard.'
I blushed. I never did think that I had a good bod. Never. I never did work out that hard anyways. I told him that very frankly, to which he took my hands in his again and looked at me straight in the face.
'Never say that about yourself seth. You're perfect to me. And that's all that matters. And I don't want your body anyway. I want you. Wait, but on second thought... hey!' I had attacked him already, and tackled him to the ground and tickled him silly. When he finally called me 'daddy', he looked at me.
'Stay the night with me.' 'Why mikey pikey, trying to lay me?' He nudged me. 'No. I just wanna sleepover with you, and ya know, enjoy your company stupid horny dog.' 'Hey, don't point your finger at me... You asked for it first.' 'Fine. Whatever. Call your parents to ask. Please...'
He was below me and our noses barely touched. Therefore his eyes simply made me decide to pick up the phone to call my parents. 'Mum?' I asked. 'Yeah, what about? Where are you?' I paused. 'Well, I am at mike's house and well, he was asking, if I could sleepover at his house tonight.' I waited for a reply. 'Hmm, seth, not that I wanna say this, but seriously, you've been spending too much time out of home. And-' I interrupted immediately, 'But my grades are fine this term, and it's the last day of the term and tommorrow's a holiday. Please...' I tried to sound as innocent as possible (which Mike simply smirked at), hoping that she would consider. And indeed she did, cuz after a few seconds, she said, 'Gimme the telephone number, and remember, be back home tomorrow by 12 in the afternoon yeah.' 'Ok! thanks a lot mum! You're the best!' And I gave her the phone number, then jumped up and down on his bed signifying a victory. He simply laughed, and said, 'Come'ere.' Which i happily complied to and got met with him snuggling up at me, a position that we were extremely comfortable in.
I won't bother you with the details of dinner: His parents weren't at home the whole night, they were on a business trip, so he and I decided to make lasagne and ate ice cream. In front of the telly of course, but it seemed that his face was geared to look at me, instead of the television. After a while, I got uncomfortable, and immediately got him to sit between my legs and that seemed to satiate him, and i managed to watch buffy without interruption.
We idled in his room the entire night, talking and talking about nothing in particular, but enjoying it nevertheless. He could hold a conversation about nearly everything, and I was extremely relieved by it: As we mused over Darwin and Greek mythology, he would now and then include his two cents worth, and my my it was a worthy contribution. Of course, we sat near to each other; ok, fine. We sat on each other and there was the occasional peck and kiss, but overall, it was beautiful. If this was what it was, then never want it to end.
When bedtime came, he and I instinctively slept in the center of the bed, with him lying his head on my chest and me holding him protectively. I could feel his breath on my neck, and it tickled. I silently giggled, but he heard and simply whispered, 'Ya know how the hell did i manage to get the guts to tell you that i like you?' I held him tighter, 'How?' 'Well, the fact that you let me sleep like this with you all the way before we even admitted it, well, i guessed that was a form of acceptance, and I wished that you never declined it.'
'I knew it, babe. Goodnight, mikey pikey.' 'Goodnight, hon. Love ya.'
Personally, I was never bothered about homosexuality and such. But, sorry to offend, the thought that a guy HAD to be effeminate, the thought that a gay relationship had to have a butch and bitch pissed me off. I wasn't insecure or anything, I was more pissed off and angry at the society's school of thought rather than that of being afraid of stereotyped. Mike and I were perfect unstereotypical: I wasn't gonna become limp wristed and all, so was he, and he and I weren't gonna be finding out who was the top and bottom, and somehow behaving in that manner. I understood the notion of compromise and giving in, but that didn't, for me, translate to behavioral action.
I talked to Mike about all of this, and he just smiled and nodded at the right moments. But he seemed to be enjoying himself too much, it seemed that he was trying to stifle some laughter. I noticed it, and didn't fail to point it out.
'What's so funny mikey pikey?' 'Nah. It's just that, when you're so enthusiastic about a subject you tend to be very focussed and serious. Totally intellectual. Totally a turn on.' The last statement was accompanied by a wink, and what happened after that is strictly between me and mike. No one else.
When saturday came, I trooped down to the neighborhood park with my md player, book(Culture of Narcissism) and my bike. I sat down under the tree, and started reading. Mike had begged me to let him come along, but I strictly said no, cuz I was spending the time today instead with James. Pretty obviously, jealousy hung around, but I guess that Mike kept it behind the shadows well enough, and after several assurances, he let me go. All I was gonna do now was to wait for him.
The bloke came around in 5 minutes, and beamed when he saw me. I smiled back, and waved for him to sit beside me. Knowing me too well, he continued to let me read, while he continued to read on with his own book. Being friends for more than 7 years simply made us attuned to each other: silence could also permeate our company. We felt perfectly at ease with each other.
Only around 4 pm did I stop and decided to ride the bike. I looked at him and he simply appraised my look, and wore his blades. Just like that, we both went down the lane, me cycling, him blading. It was a weird combination, but he and I could travel on similar speeds, albeit safety was extremely compromising. But it was fun. And hell exciting. It took about an hour, then we went back to the same tree, changed into fresh clothes and went down to our favorite restaurant near his house to have dinner with him. This was a routine that we always stuck to no matter how busy our schedules were, and it was through these dinners that we kept up with each other.
Evidently, the owner of the restaurant, peg (the restaurant was also named after her namesake) found it highly suspicious, but we sort of laid down out claims, and she always gave us, after that, a free meal for the every 5th meal. The other meals were discounted. It was brilliant. So today was no different, the waitress lucy simply looked at us and smiled, and said, 'usual table?' We nodded and she brought us to the table overlooking the small lake in our neighborhood. Peg came out no later.
'So, boys, how was your term?' 'Well, despite the fact that Seth here is ignoring me for the whole week as a friend, well, nothing.' James smiled at that, and looked as Peg gave me a reproving look. 'No, Peg, james's just being a paranoid bastard. I'm just spending more time with a new friend, that's all.' 'Well, I certainly hope so. But no more. Wanna try today's special? It's rack of lamb James!' He licked his lips and immediately affirmed her statement. She then turned to me and smiled again:' As for you sonny, I bet you're taking the usual: a smoked salmon salad with chai tea and ending with a low-fat tiramisu. Right?' 'Right on the spot Peg. Thanks!'
Well, so my diet was weird. So sue me. But anyways, we continued to talk all night long, in between bites, all the way down to 8. It was extremely fun, and james updated me on the latest gossip and then started to talk about Mike.
'So, are you still like hanging out with that dumb jock Mike?' 'Yeah I am, and he ain't dumb ok!' I think it was my very defensive tone of voice that made him look up at me and narrow his eyes suspiciously. 'Ok ok... Don't be so defensive man... So what, so he's now your new friend eh?' I took a more controlled stance and affirmed it. 'Fine. Bring him over to my party tomorrow then. At least I can get to know him.' 'I gotta ask him I think. But it should be ok. So it's tomorrow at 9 right? I've gotta go now.' 'But your parents aren't at home ain't they? They went over to Brussels to attend your mother's meeting?' 'Yeah, but still, I need to sleep. I am really tired you know.' 'Are you ok? Do you need like some help or stuff? i could-' I silenced him with a 'I am ok. Don't worry. Goodnight!' He then shrugged, and turned to his left in the forked junction (We were done eating) while I turned right.
I got a shock when I came up to my house. Mike was sitting down there at the front of my porch, with his bag slung around his shoulders. When I came up, he simply bounded up to me, shrugged and greeted me.
'What the hell are ya doing here?' 'Gee, nice greeting eh?' 'Fine. What are ya doing here? Your parents?' 'Well, I called your house today in the afternoon, and found out that your parents were gone for the weekend. And you didn't even tell me that. So I took it in my own hands, and asked for permission from dad, and he allowed me to come over here to stay over with you.' He said it all in a matter-of-fact manner that simply blew me away. I was kinda touched by all this, the notion that he wanted to spend so much time with me was nice. and fluffy. And wondrous.
I let him in, and when we were inside, in the confines of my room, he started kissing me with such ferocity even I was amazed by his sudden increase in passion. I tried returning it with equal intensity, but he stopped halfway through, although he was still on top of me, and stuck in between us were two very hard, erm, things.
'I missed you.' 'Eh? What, I was gone for only a few hours babe!' 'I know. But missing someone whom you know is doing things near you and not because of a really great and important reason justifies it.' 'Yeah yeah... whatever mikey pikey. Just shut up and kiss me.' 'I will. But you know what, I love ya.'
And well, the kissing continued. I am not a writer of great pornography, but all I can say was that clothes were strewn all over the floor, and by the time he was beginning to dry-grind into me, I was way into the clouds that I forgot about reality. But when he started working his hands on my crotch, I suddenly opened my eyes and took him back up. With his face inches before mine, and breathing really really heavily, he moaned.
'Why did u stop?' and then pouted. I smiled, and laughed, and looked at him seriously. 'No, babe. I had to stop. I mean, come on, we've hardly been together for a few weeks, and we're already wanting to have sex- that to me is not the way I want it to be.' I looked at him for a response, but he looked impassive. I continued, 'It's not that I don't love you, but I just want to make sure that everything's right, perfect for both of us to finally reach the final level.' I looked away from him, afraid that he would immediately shun away from me.
'I know, I am just the traditionalist. I'm sorry.' He took my face in his hands, kissed me fully, and looked at me properly: 'You shouldn't be sorry. You did the right thing. I'll wait. Hell, I can. If I waited a whole year for you, this is nothing. I love you so much.' and proceeded instead to lie down instead next to me, and pulled the comforters up for us, inviting sleep in. But I came up instead, kissed him briefly. 'Be right back.'
I went to gather the strewn clothes, (not that much, only our shirts and his socks) and piled it up near my bedside table. Then I went to lock the doors and shut off the lights. Checking the message machine next, nothing, i went back to the bed, where there was a warm body to look forward to. Mike simply hugged me, and went to sleep. I had the most peaceful sleep that night.
We woke up together the next morning at 8. He greeted me with a stinky morning kiss, which i greedily took, and saw a soppy smile with that. 'Good morning hon.' I just nodded. You see, I have this weird habit that before I get my drink of hot water in the morning, I refuse to talk to anyone about anything. Weird habit. Yeah. I tried explaining it to him, but he simply said, 'I know.' I tried to raise an eyebrow as I went to brush my teeth.
Well, Mike was a great cook, considering that he was cooking for me breakfast with ham and eggs and bread. He was familiar with the kitchen, though this was his 4th time in my house. I hugged him from the back when he was frying the eggs and simply snuggled into the crook of his neck. He squirmed and laughed, 'Hey, don't do that! It tickles! Sit down and let me concentrate on cooking for you.' I simply held on and smelt in his wonderful smell of his sweater. Then I remembered the party.
'Hey babe... Are u free this evening?' 'Why? trying to ask me on a hot date?' 'Sort of. James is holding this party in his house, and he wants to know u better.' While still frying, he said, 'Hmm... I guess I can make it, and I think I should, since he seems to be rather cold towards me. And I should check out the competition which I originally faced.' 'Oh shut up mikey pikey.' He then laughed and shooed me away to the table.
During breakfast, I didn't feel like a 17 year old boy. I felt much older. ANd like this was my family. ANd it was scary. Mike noticed it, and raised a concerned eyebrow over it. 'It's nothing... it's just that this is so familial or something.' 'I know, but I like doing these things for you.' THen reached over and kissed me. Any doubt across my minds were immediately erased then.
However, when we were clearing up, he seemed hesitant, as if he wanted to ask me something, but afraid that I would reject it. Finally, I just asked him to say what he wanted to.
'Mike, babe, just say what you want to say.' 'No, there's nothing I need to say.' I looked at him and went up to him and closed the gap between us. 'What's up Mike?'