This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. Copyright Jay Wood 2003.
WARNING: In a very mild manner, there are sexual instances which occur in this chapter. If male/male sexual activity offends you or is illegal for you to view, then do not continue. If it is and you read anyway, I hold no responsibility. Read at you own will.
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Homoseduction Chapter 3 (Damned If You Do, Damned If You Don't)
I set the Doritos and the Coke on the nightstand and went to the bathroom. Knocking on the door, I said, "Taking you long enough?" I laughed a little, but there was no response. I turned the handle. He wasn't there. I retraced my steps and went back into the kitchen. Still no Chris. I started to get a little worried and went back to the bedroom. Sitting on the bed, which was opposite of just about everything in the room, I tried to think of where he could be. I turned around and reached for the chips when I heard a door open. I quickly twisted around in time enough to barely make out Chris running toward me. I shielded myself with my arms and he fell into me. When he got a good grip on my hands with one of his, he began to tickle me. I busted out with laughter and begged him to stop, but he just smiled and kept doing it. I could feel my face turning red and I was gasping for air, but still, he continued to tickle me. Tears rushed from my eyes and the next thing I knew, he had stopped and was kissing me. I relaxed and kissed him back. My head was spinning. Not only from lack of oxygen, but from his kiss. It was wonderful! He grasped my shoulders, almost hurting, but more erotic.
I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him closer, pressing our bodies together. In return he wrapped his arms around me and kissed me again. He ran his fingers through my hair. I was about to start taking off his shirt when I realized what was happening. Chris leaned forward to kiss me again and I turned my cheek to him. I couldn't do this, it was way too soon. I pushed upward, but he was resistant and leaned in for another kiss, only to be turned away again. He pushed himself up and looked directly at me. "No..." I said trying to control my hormones and my brain at the same time. "No, Chris. It's too much right now." Chris let his head hang and he sighed. I covered my face with my hands. I felt so terrible, but I just couldn't do it. I mean, yeah, I had sexually imagined Chris several times, but it's completely different in real life...it was actually happening. I squeezed my eyes as tight as I could, hoping, some way, that I would just disappear. Part of me was telling me to keep going...that I knew I wanted this, but the other part was telling me that it was way too soon for us...that it had only been almost a day since any of this started.
I swallowed hard and deep, then moved my hands and opened my eyes. I had expected to see Chris right there. Instead, he was sitting on the edge of the bed. All I could say was, "I-I'm...sorry Chris." He shook his head and said, "Don't be, you're right, it is too much." I took a deep breath. I was almost sure he'd be upset, but he seemed calm. All he did was turn around and smile. Noticing the uncertain look on my face, he said, "I'm surprised you didn't say something sooner." I managed a laugh...but I still felt like a complete idiot. "I'll be right back," I said getting off the bed. He nodded and I went into the bathroom.
I didn't even remember shutting the door...just me staring at the mirror in disbelief. 'What just happened?' I shook my head and turned on the water. It flowed over my trembling hands, like the thoughts in my head. All I could think of was how stupid I felt. I sighed and cupped my hands. Leaning over, I splashed my face to cool me down. Coming back up, I looked into the mirror. The water trickled down my slightly red face. I was calming down and noticed that I wasn't looking my best. I reached over and took Chris's brush from the rack and began to brush my hair. I tilted my head back, reached into my pocket, and took out my hair tie. I brushed my hair back and tied it up, then put my hands on the sink and leaned forward, toward the mirror. In the slightest whisper, I said, "You can handle this. It's not that big a deal, Jay." I smiled and nodded to myself. I reached over and grabbed a towel that was folded on the counter and wiped my face off.
I walked back into Chris's room and he was standing at the TV, messing with the cable cord. "Hey." I said trying to sound like I was alright. He turned around, smiled and walked over to me. Then he pulled me into a hug and held me tight. Returning the hug, I felt a smile creep up on my face. We pulled back at the same time and I said, "That was soo embarrassing." We both laughed, but Chris got serious almost immediately. "Jay, it really is ok man. No big deal." He smiled and continued. "I figured we could watch a movie." I went over to the bed and sat down against the headboard. "What'd you have in mind?" I asked, still trying to sound my calmest though my heart was still racing. "Actually...I was thinking we could watch The Rage: Carrie 2?" I nodded and said, "Haven't seen that in a while." He began to push the channel button on the TV. He'd normally use the remote, but he "lost" it when he threw it against the wall a few weeks ago when his mom and him got into an argument. Finally, Chris had found the right channel and we had already missed about fifteen minutes of the movie. He went and turned out the light, then came and sat next to me. I cuddled up against him and he wrapped his arm around me. I had managed to loose myself in the movie and before I knew it, I was asleep.
I was beginning to wake up and I almost panicked. For a few seconds, I couldn't remember where I was and then I felt a hand rub my arm and I remembered. I smiled and knew I was safe here. Here in Chris's arms. "Good morning." Chris said in a low voice. My smile widened and I stretched my legs. They felt like they had been strained the whole time I was asleep. I reached up and scratched at the stubble on my chin that was growing back. "Good morning." I said looking up at him. He was still rubbing my arm slowly. I pulled my body closer to him. We weren't under the covers and the morning chill was getting to me. He reached an arm over the side of the bed and pulled out a blanket. Then he spread it over the us both. I laid there with my face against his chest, his right arm around my waist, and his left one against the middle of my back. I smiled knowing that what had happened last night didn't matter any more and that everything would be ok.
Later that morning I was in the kitchen fixing us breakfast. After yesterday's events, we were starving. Chris was in the shower and I was standing over the stove making eggs and bacon, with biscuits in the oven. All morning I had the biggest smile on my face that I'd ever seen on anybody, and I couldn't stop. Being with Chris was like...was like children eating cotton-candy, dogs playing with their squeaky toys. It was like a first kiss, not completely expecting it, but loving every moment of it.
I scrambled the eggs more and added a bit of cheese and just a pinch of pepper. Then I flipped the bacon and prepared the table. It'd only take a few more minutes. I was humming, not anything I'd ever heard, but just humming. I walked back over to the stove and checked the biscuits. They were done. So I set them on a plate and set it on the table. Following perfectly were the eggs and bacon. I too set them on the table. Setting the pans on the back burner to cool off, I was poked in the back. I jumped then smiled. "Good shower?" I asked. Chris was walking over to the table, about to sit down. "It was cold. I guess dad forgot to reset the water heater." I walked over to the table and sat down across from Chris. "That must have been fun." "Oh yeah." He winked and started to eat. "Damn! These are goooood!" Chris almost yelled after tasting my eggs. "Where'd you learn to cook like this?" "Hehe. Where else, but my mom?" I replied, but I had to admit they were better than I had ever made them. "Well, if she can cook this good, I'll be eating dinner at your house from now on." Chris went back to eating and was finished before I was. He just sat there and stared at me. I hadn't noticed till I looked up from my plate. "What?" I asked raising an eyebrow, but Chris just shook his head. I just shrugged it off and went back to eating, but Chris never let his gaze wander. "What??" I asked more intently. Chris smiled and blinked. "You." I shook my head and said, "What about me?" Chris leaned back. "Everything." He smiled and I furiously blushed. In the many years that I had know Chris, I'd never seen him act like this. It was as if something deep within was released and he was just let it come to the surface. I smiled at him, stood up, and grabbed our plates. I set them in the sink and walked back over to Chris. "Well, I guess I'd better go home and see what kind of trouble I'm in." I got a nervous look on my face. Chris stood up, stretched, then said, "Yeah...I heard what you said on the phone last night. Sounds serious." I nodded and hugged Chris. I never wanted to let go. As I pulled back, Chris laid a kiss on my lips. I smiled and returned it.
"See ya later man," I said walking out the door. "Wish me luck." "Good luck. Call me when it's over." He chuckled a bit. "Will do." I waved and headed to my house. At the end of driveway was my father, with the most pissed off look on his face. I sighed, hung my head, and kept walking. I just thought I'd keep walking...right past him, but he didn't see things my way. Instead, he stepped in my way and I stopped. "Look," I began. "I'm sorry about last night. We were playing a game and I had just forgotten about the time." "Jay, you're not to ever go back to Chris's house." "What??" I said surprised. I knew I was in trouble, but not this much. "You heard me. I've taken the phone out of your room too." "Dad-" I was interrupted. "Shut up and let me finish." My father had never been this angry toward me in my whole life. Not once had he ever told me to shut up. At least, in a serious way. His thin face was getting really red and his brow was scrunched. He was very mad. "I want you to empty your pockets too." My jaw dropped. My cigarettes were in my pocket. "Do it!" My father persisted. I decided to push my luck. "No. I will not." I pushed too far. He walked toward me and stopped only a few inches from my face. "Now." He said through gritted teeth. "Fine." I reached into my pockets, grabbed the bottom of them, and pulled. Everything fell out. My cigarettes, my lighter, a pen, my wallet, two quarters, and a dollar, all fell to the ground. I just stared at my father in frustration. He bent down and picked up my cigarettes. Holding them in front of my face, he asked, in a very stern tone, "Where did you get these?" "I just found 'em." I lied. I knew if he found out that Chris had given them to me that I'd really never be able to go back over to his house. I could see my dad's jaw grinding. He knew I was lying. I exhaled and let my tense muscles relax. I rolled my eyes and confessed, "Chris-" I was interrupted again. "Thought so. Go to your room." "Please, hear me out." "Go, to, your, room. Now." Ok...I don't know what it was, but at that moment, I snapped. I raised an eyebrow and said, "You can't tell me what to do. I'm not a child anymore and I don't have to take this." I reached up to grab my cigarettes, but right before I reached them, they were crushed by my father's fist. I know that you should respect your parents, but there's a limit. Anger filled every inch of my body and with everything in me, I shoved my father. He lost balance and fell backward. He managed to catch himself and landed on his hands. Then he was standing and I could see just about every vein popping out from his neck up. He was taking deep slow breaths, trying not to strike out. His fists were clenched and his knuckles were hot white. I started to shake from my adrenaline level dropping and the fact that I was scared of my now well beyond pissed father. Staring deep into my eyes, he said those famous words: "As long as you live under my roof, you will obey my rules." He closed his eyes and stretched his fingers. Taking a very slow deep breath, he then said, "Now, go to your room."
I was still shaking when I reached my room. I'd never been that mad or scared of him like that. My room was usually a comfort zone to me, but this time, not a single thing gave me that comfort. Sitting on the edge of my bed, I gripped the sides as tight as I could, trying to hold back the tears of anger. My grip nor my eyelids were strong enough to dam those tears. I bent my head, loosened my grip and let them flow. 'Why? Why was he so mad? Why did he tell me I couldn't see Chris again? Had he found out that I'm gay?' I wiped the tears from my face and walked to my door. I could hear my dad talking to my mom. I cracked the door just a bit so I could understand was they were saying.
"...know as well as I do that Chris is no good. He's been a bad influence on Jay ever since we moved here. His grades aren't what they used to be, his attitude has gotten worse, and he started smoking! Smoking, Jane! Tell me that wasn't because of Chris!" "They're best friends, Kyle. Jay's never had a friend as good as Chris and you know it." I smiled because she was sticking up for me. "They've been through a lot-" "Yeah, a lot of trouble. I don't want him to see that boy anymore. Never." "Don't be so hard on him. It only makes things worse and you'll give yourself a heart attack." She paused for a few seconds then said, "Maybe we just don't talk to him anymore. He hardly eats dinner with us and when there's a family event, he's very anti-social." "I know...I know." My dad said in a lower voice. "But he needs to understand that he can't just do whatever he wants." "Just telling him that won't be enough." My father signed and said, "Then I guess there's only one thing I can do." I opened the door a little more, straining my ears to catch every word. "I'll have to send him to Andrew's house." He kept talking but I was busy thinking. 'Andrew...Andrew...' The name kept repeating itself in my head. It sounded familiar, but I couldn't put a face to it. "...finish school there and maybe even attend college there also." My dad said. My mom broke in. "But didn't Andrew move to Georgia?" I'm guessing my dad nodded because my mom said, "Kyle, no. We can't send him there. It's too far from home." "Which is why I want him there."
Author's Note: Who's Andrew? What's the real reason behind Kyle's anger? What will Jay do? What will Chris do? Find out next, in chapter 4. Feel free to e-mail me at lostmindbrbin10min@yahoo.com to let me know what you thought about Chapter 3, "Damed If You Do, Damned If You Don't."