Jamie Lawrence

Jamie Lawrence - Chapter Fifteen

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Jamie Lawrence - Chapter Fifteen

Callum had never been so excited to be in school. Jamie and Shane had spent Monday afternoon completely rebuilding him, and now he could see what Jamie professed to see in him. Not only could Callum see it, but his classmates did too.

As soon as he had walked into his Form class, several girls had stared at him with wild eyed disbelief. One even went so far as to wolf whistle at him. Callum took his assigned seat next to Jasmine Newman; the girl he had fancied for the whole of the previous year.

"Wow, Callum. Look at you. You look hot!"

Callum blushed, as was his custom whenever a girl talked to him. He had next to no experience of the fairer sex and never had any idea what to say to them.

"Um, th-thanks." He pulled off his brand new black leather jacket that hugged his frame and he ruffled his hair to bring some life back into it. He fervently wished that it wasn't a requirement to wear a uniform at his school as he felt that without his cool new jacket, he was back to being the geeky little twirp with no friends. The jacket; one of many gifts from Jamie; acted as a second persona in which Callum could wrap himself.

Jamie's new mantra for him popped into his head. 'Fake it 'til you make it'. Callum took a deep breath. "I just decided to get my hair done." He shrugged nonchalantly. "Hey, d'you want to meet me at lunch?"

Jasmine smiled wide, then seemed to think better of it. "I can't. I'm going to see if I can get on the choir." She looked a little downcast.

"I'll join you then! You never know, I might be the next Pavarosci."

Jasmine giggled, a strange sound to Callum's ears. "You mean Pavarotti. Besides, with that hair, you belong in a boy-band." She ruffled his hair a little, causing some of it to stand on end. Callum's groin responded to the touch and he found himself blushing again.

Mr Walker stood up. "Right you lot. As it's day two of a year which already seems interminably long, I have to make some announcements. Applicants for the inter-house football competition should go to the gym at lunch time today if they wish to be considered."

There was a definite anger in Mr Walker's voice. He was an English teacher and frowned on athletics. He felt that all of the students time should be devoted to academics. Callum shared his opinion as he generally hated sports, but he had promised Jamie he would try to get on the team. Shane had spent the whole evening playing football with him, trying see if he stood a chance while Jamie giggled happily from the sidelines.

While Mr Walker continued to prattle on about forthcoming changes to the cafeteria and the new science building, Callum turned back to Jasmine. "Sorry, I won't be able to come to choir. I want to get on the football team for our house."

"That's cool!" said Jasmine, looking dreamy. "Why don't we meet after school? We can go to mine and...do homework." She smiled at him again.

"Sure. We've got Home Ec together last lesson today. We can leave together then." There was a slight shake in his voice, which had once again returned to its childish squeak. The look in Jasmine's eye made him think that she had more in mind than homework.

Matty had become rather reclusive since his last encounter with Jamie and Shane. He had made his apologies, but it was still rather painful to see Jamie with Shane, and so he had withdrawn himself from his best friend.

This was the first time he had left his house since he had seen the pair, and given the choice, he would have stayed home. The choice, however, was not his. Today was his first day at college, and so he found himself barrelling along Sheepfoot Lane on his motorcycle towards the next stage of his education.

Matthew had been riding his motorcycle for one week shy of a year, and in one week's time, he would finally be known as a 'novice' rider, instead of just a learner. He would also be allowed to have a passenger along for the ride. The intention had always been for Jamie to be his first passenger, but somehow he felt like that was less likely now.

He pulled up in front of the main entrance to the college and looked at where he would be spending the next two years of his life. It began with a bridge that led onto the second floor of the building, the rest of which was recessed into a large dip in the landscape. It was a red brick building with metallic adornments all around it.

Matty turned off his bike and removed his helmet. He cast an uncaring eye over the students standing smoking in front of the building. Some had turned to look at him on his large metal beast, while others were so caught up in the excitement of starting college that they would barely have noticed should the apocalypse have occurred.

What drew Matty's eye next stalled his breath in his chest. A fellow student, his books clutched tightly to his chest and his head down. He was standing not ten feet from where Matty was dismounting. He cast a couple of furtive glances in Matty's direction and Matty was staggered by the stunning creature before him.

He had a mass of red locks falling about his face; not completely straight, but by no means curly. It fell just to his jaw-line and one lock had found it's way to the boy's lips where he appeared to be chewing on it. His plump, red lips were so inviting that Matty wanted to go straight over and have a taste.

He had a pair of beautiful hazel eyes that, coupled with his red hair, made Matty think of Autumn. Though it was still Summer, and fairly warm out, the boy wore a large, thick hoodie that seemed a few sizes too big for him.

His pale complexion was complimented by the slight reddening of his cheeks. Whether he was blushing or not, Matty did not know, but he desperately hoped he was.

Matty reached up and tousled his black hair to shake it out and gave the boy a wink. The boy immediately turned a violent shade of crimson. He smiled bashfully, turned on his heel and ran into the building.

If Matty had believed in such a thing, he would have called it love at first sight. All he knew was that he fervently hoped to see that boy again.

When the lunch-bell finally sounded, Callum darted through the halls to the sports hall. He burst into the changing room to discover that he was the first to have arrived. Not wanting to appear over-eager, he slipped back outside and leaned against the wall with a classic 'cool-guy' stance.

As the students started to arrive, Callum slid in as part of the group and took up a spot at the back of the room. The other students began to shuck their clothing and Callum did the same whilst surreptitiously checking them out.

The student next to him cleared his throat in a manner that suggested he was trying to get Callum's attention. "I wouldn't do that if I was you," he whispered, leaning in to Callum. "Most guys don't take kindly to being checked out by another dude."

"I wasn't...uh..." He blushed, briefly returning to his usual bashful self.

"I'm Darius."

"I know who you are." Again, Callum couldn't help but blush. Darius was one of those students everybody knew. Not so much a 'jock' as multi-faceted. He had friends in all cliques and was willing to strike up a conversation with anyone who was nearby. Not only that, but his blonde, wavy hair and deep blue eyes made him one of the hottest guys at the school.

"I know who you are too. Callum Henry. I must admit though, it was hard to find out who you were. Nobody seems to have any clue."

"Yeah, I'm kind of unpopular. I'm working on it though."

"Ah, popularity isn't all it's cracked up to be. Can't be yourself most of the time; you have to be who they-" He nodded his head towards the rest of the room. "...want you to be."

While he talked, Darius continued to undress giving Callum quite a show. He didn't simply remove his shirt. He made sure that as he did, every muscle in his perfectly carved chest flexed. Callum stood transfixed by the sight of his small brown nipples mounted on pecs reminiscent of Michelangelo's David. His eyes drifted down to soak in the sight of Darius's well defined four-pack which showed the delicate signs that it would soon be a six.

Where the other students tended to remove one item of clothing and immediately replace it with its sports counterpart before moving to the next article, Darius chose another route. Having removed his shirt, he unzipped his trousers and ditched them too. Callum found himself staring at a perfect specimen of teen fitness in nothing but a pair of tight, red boxers. They revealed, quite clearly, that Darius was well endowed.

Not only had Callum stopped undressing, he had stopped breathing. He analysed the body before him and unconsciously licked his lips. "Callum?" asked Darius.

Callum recovered himself. "Mmm...huh? What?" He shifted his semi-erect penis to disguise it.

"I asked if you wanted to come with me to get lunch after this?"

"Um, yeah. Sure!" said Callum a little too excitedly.

Darius laughed musically. "Cool. Hurry up. We've got to get out on the pitch."

It was a very tired and sore Callum who returned to the locker room at quarter to two. It had been a rather invigorating experience for Callum. Many of the boys trying out had refused to get down in the mud, but when it came to the crunch, Callum went for it with gusto.

Of the twenty boys who tried, only Callum, Darius, and one arrogant boy named Pete had gotten muddy. Callum sat on the bench waiting for his muscles to relax when Darius sat next to him. "Dude, you were epic out there! Not like this bunch of pussies."

Callum smiled wanly. "Thanks."

As the others changed and filed out of the room, Callum and Darius undressed with the intention of showering. It would be the first time Callum had ever used the school's showers, but he wasn't going to Jasmine's house covered in mud. The brief thought of Jasmine sent a twinge through his groin.

The two boys entered the shower and found Pete already there, scrubbing thick mud off his arms and legs, his huge hairy arse in full display. Pete was a year eleven and two years older than Callum. He was six foot two and built like a brick shit-house. He had unfriendly eyes and a hostile demeanour.

He glared at Callum as he self consciously walked to a nozzle and started the water, one hand over his soft cock. The water that hit the top of his head was freezing and he let out a loud, startled yelp and jumped back. Darius chuckled warmly. Pete muttered 'pussy' under his breath.

"You're supposed to wait a few seconds for the water to heat up you goof," laughed Darius.

"Oh." Callum blushed again, his delicate confidence wavering. He stepped back under now warm water and started to slough off the mud. For a moment, he thought he saw Darius eyeing him up, but he dismissed it. He tried to wash his hair but found that it was so matted from all the mud that it caused pain when he tried to put his fingers through it, so he simply stood waiting for the water to soften it up.

Pete gave one final unhappy growl and left. He dried quickly and went off to lunch, leaving Callum and Darius alone. Callum tried his hair again, but the congealed mud caused another painful tug eliciting a second yelp.

"What's the matter?" asked Darius.

"Ow! The fucking mud is caked in my hair!"

"Let me look." Darius came up behind Callum and started to paw through his hair like a monkey looking for fleas on a comrade. His gentle ministrations were wreaking havoc on Callum's thirteen year old body. For a boy who could occasionally find himself aroused over a ham sandwich, the attentions of such an attractive peer was excruciatingly enjoyable. For the third time that day, he found himself rising to the occasion.

"There y'are. Much better." He placed both hands on Callum's shoulder and gave them a squeeze. Before Callum could even thank him, Darius darted out of the shower. "Um...best hurry or there won't be any food left." Callum swept his wet hair back over his head and, as fast as he could, raced for his trousers and stuffed his throbbing erection away. Again, he thought he caught a quick glance from Darius.

Five minutes later, they were sat in the cafeteria munching on burger and chips. Darius expressed his displeasure that such foods were available. All maintained schools had been banned from the sale of junk food, but any school designated as an 'academy' was exempt from the rules. St Anne's had only become an academy over the summer and had already taken full advantage of the fiscal benefits of junk food, regardless of the detriment to student health.

"I've asked my Mum to buy me some stuff to bring with me instead of having to eat this slop." He had only taken one bite of his burger before throwing it back on the tray. "Disgusting."

Callum reached into his bag and pulled out a Ziploc bag with two apples in it. "You want one of these? I always carry a couple 'cause I'm hypoglycaemic."

"You sure?" Callum nodded. "Cheers mate!" He bit into one. "Mmm, they're the sweet ones. Don't you just hate the sour ones?" Again, Callum nodded, smiling at Darius's constant exuberance. "Hey, what're you doing after school?"

"I'm hanging out with Jasmine Newman at her house."

"Oh," said Darius. Callum could've sworn he actually sounded a little disappointed. "Well, I gotta go." Darius stood up to leave.

Emboldened by the possibility of a friendship with such an awesome guy, Callum rallied his courage. "Hey, can I get your number? Maybe we can have a kick-around later on?"

Darius smiled wide. "Cool." He took Callum's phone and tapped in his number. "Call me later, dude!"

Alone with his burger, Callum smiled. "He certainly does love the word 'dude'."

The first year students of Bury College spent their first morning filling out paperwork and attending assemblies. What little time Matty didn't spend trying to get another look at the little red head was spent yawning and rolling his eyes.

When finally the horde of restless teens was released, Matty was the first to speak. "Thank God!" he bellowed to his peers. That earned him a hearty chuckle from not only students, but many of the teachers.

He grabbed a vending machine lunch, vowing that that would be the only one of the year, before hurrying off to his first ever college lesson; Business Studies.

It was to be a small class, numbering only thirteen. Much to Matty's excitement, the red head was to be his classmate. Although there were many free tables, Matty slipped into the seat next to the cute little thing and cleared his throat.

"Hi. I'm Matty." He held out his right hand.

"...ve..." The boy's voice was barely more than a whisper. He kept his head bent down to his note book and made no move to take Matty's hand.

"I'm sorry. I didn't quite catch that," said Matty with a slight chuckle.

Again, the boy whispered, "Oliver Rose." His voice, though quiet, was like music to Matty's ears. It was the sweetest sound he had ever heard and caused him to crave more.

"Oliver? That's a cute name. I like it," said Matty, pulling his jacket off. Once again, he caught the boy blushing. Oliver was so cute that it was causing Matty physical pain not to touch him. Matty examined the hoodie the boy was wearing. It seemed old; discoloured and fraying at some of the edges. It bore the image of a skull and cross bone with a bleeding heart in the teeth.

Given that it was the first day, the tutor wanted to avoid starting anything major as he was certain that nobody would pay any attention. Instead, he handed out a sheet with the logos of more than thirty well known businesses and asked that the students label as many as they could.

Matty tried time and time again to engage Oliver in either conversation or in the work, but Oliver seemed petrified of him. Not wanting to give the boy a heart attack, he backed off; something that took staggering self control on his part.

When the tutor excused the class with more than fifteen minutes left on the clock, Oliver stood. He clutched his books to his chest and hunched his shoulders. As he was about to leave, he seemed to rethink it. He turned back. Not meeting Matty's eye, he said "Bye Matty." With that last, he fled, his beautiful red hair flicking out behind him.

Alone in the room, Matty smiled and muttered "Bye, Oliver."

"Wow. That was a great first lesson!" said Jamie's new friend, Emma. They had just finished their first French class, and had found the teacher; a buxom woman of forty; to be excitable and captivating.

"I know. She was wonderful." Jamie had had the good fortune to have been sat next to the bubbly girl with blonde curls and wild eyed innocence. She was so amiable that she was impossible to dislike.

"Oooh! Look at the hottie! Oh my God, he's coming this way. Quick, how's my hair?" She started to scrunch her hair to give it more lift. Jamie simply didn't have the heart to tell her.

The boy in question had come right up to the pair, picked Jamie up by the bottom and said "Hey babe," before planting a big wet kiss on his lips.

Jamie giggled. "Emma, this is my boyfriend, Shane." Shane winked at Emma.

"Bloody typical! It's always the same with the guys I like. If they've not got a girlfriend, it's because they've got a boyfriend!"

Jamie, still suspended in mid-air, was poking Shane in the chest. "Put me down." Shane shook his head. "Put me down!" said Jamie, more forcefully.

"What'll you give me if I do?"

"How about the promise not to withhold sex?"

Shane pretended to ponder that for a moment. "Deal." He placed Jamie back on the ground. "I saw Darren in Maths. He said he and Kyle are broken up."

"No!" cried Jamie.

Shane nodded. "He said he has a plan to get him back though."

Right at that moment, Jamie was swept up in a second embrace, this time from behind. Matty's voice exclaimed "I am in love!"

At Shane's angry glare, Matty clarified. "Not with Jamie. There's a boy in my business class. He is the most incredible thing I have ever seen! No offence, Jamie."

"None taken," Jamie eked out. Matty was squeezing all the air out of his lungs. "Put me down." Matty obliged. "So what's he like?" Jamie turned and examined Matty's newly dyed hair, giving a nod of approval. It was his natural colour but as he had previously bleached it, it had to be dyed back.

Before Matty could speak, Emma was chattering away. "Is every cute guy at this college gay? I mean, look at you three! I swear, it's like looking at the cast of Vampire Diaries!"

"Shush, you!" said Jamie. "What's this guy like?" he said to Matty.

"Gorgeous, quiet, but mostly, terrified. He can't speak more than two words to anyone."

"So the exact opposite of you?" said Jamie.

"Shut up, you git!" He shoved Jamie into Shane. "Anyway, I just need to get him out of his shell. Honestly; perfect." With that, he wandered away, a definite spring in his step.

"Well at least now he'll keep his hands off you," said Shane a little bitterly.

"Shane, I thought we were past this."

"Ooh, sounds like there's an interesting story there," said Emma, eyeing the pair curiously.

"Another time. Let's go eat."

Home Ec turned out to be incredibly interesting, if not massively uncomfortable. Jasmine had opted to sit next to him for the lesson and while she wrote with her right hand, her left roamed over Callum's leg before gently cupping his crotch. The first time it had happened, Callum had gulped loudly before shaking his head at her.

She had simply smiled, slipped her brown curls over her shoulder and moved her skirt up a few inches, revealing her bare thigh. The second time she did it, Callum's hard dick had escaped the confines of his boxers and was resting against his thigh. When Jasmine's hand brushed against it, he gasped.

When she started to rub it, his face turned a rather violent shade of red and he took her firmly by the wrist, returning her hand to the table top and shaking his head more vehemently than the last time.

When the final bell rang, he let out a sigh of relief. He waited until he and Jasmine were the only ones left in the room before he stood, holding his jacket in front of his full blown erection.

Jasmine gave him a devilish look. "Shall we?"

Callum nodded, his mouth dry.

At Jasmine's house, Callum learned that they would in fact be alone all afternoon. Jasmine led him to her bedroom and without even the pretence of doing homework, she stripped off her top and sat on the bed.

"Come here," she said seductively. Callum stared at her bra for a second, feeling suddenly very nervous. She seemed to be going a mile a minute, while Callum felt like he was still putting on his running shoes.

"Jasmine, you never talked to me 'til today. What's going on here?"

She shrugged. "I like cute boys. They're my weakness." She stood up, walked over to him and unzipped his pants. She whispered into his ear "I want you in me."

She started to rub the shaft of his dick through his cotton briefs. Callum, who was suffering a serious case of 'blue balls', pulled back and zipped up. "We don't even know each other, and frankly, I don't think I want to now."

"What the fuck! Nobody says no to me!" she screamed indignantly.

"Lucky you. Bye."

Outside, Callum rearranged his hard-on for what felt like the thousandth time and stepped into the street. Almost as soon as he started walking, Darius's bike came screeching to a halt right next to him. "Hey dude."

"Hiya, Darius. What're you doing here?"

"Just passing. You want a backy to yours?"

"Sure. Thanks." Callum rearranged again and mounted up behind Darius, using Darius' hips as handles.

As they rode, occasionally, the up and down motion of Darius's pedalling would cause his arse to rub against Callum's crotch, sending shivers through his body. After coming dangerously close to cumming, Callum dismounted in front of Shane's house.

"Thanks for the lift," he said hurriedly. He desperately needed to get inside and relief himself.

"Anytime. You wanna have that kick-around now?"

"Um, can we do it another time? I've gotta get inside before my Mum goes nuts."

"Oh." There was the disappointment again. "Sure. I'll see you then."

"See ya!" Callum darted into the house and up to Shane's bedroom, thankful that he was in college. He blocked the door handle with Shane's desk chair and stripped naked. He lay down on Shane's bed and gripped his throbbing dick hard. He pulled back his foreskin and rubbed his pre-cum all around the exposed head.

He squeezed his shaft tight as he ran his right hand up and down it. He used his left hand to play with his balls while images of both Jasmine and Darius ran through his head. He found, however, that each time an image of Jasmine played across his mind, he lost the will to finish, so he dropped her from his fantasy slide show, instead focussing on the memory Darius's muscular torso.

After only a couple of minutes, he could feel his climax approaching. His breathing became ragged and little moans began to escape his lips as his pent up sexual energy began to crest. His orgasm hit and his hips lifted off the bed. He gripped tight to the bed sheets and let out a final, stifled scream of ecstasy as the greatest orgasm he had ever had surged forward to plaster cum across his slender teenaged chest in eight long streaks.

He lay on Shane's bed in post orgasmic bliss, wishing that Darius was there with him, his bare flesh pressed to Callum's, his cherry red lips kissing him all over.

'I know; I wanted to sleep with you tonight too,' said Jamie, the sadness in his voice evident over the phone.

"It's been ages since we did it," said Shane, pouting.

'I know. We have a half day tomorrow. We can come to mine while my Mum is still at work. Anyway, how did Callum get on today?'

Shane had already been bugging Callum about his second day at school, but the boy seemed reluctant to give anything away. "I can't get him to talk. He normally tells me everything."

'Do you want me to talk to him?'

"No. I'm gonna try again in bed later. If that doesn't work, you can have a crack at him tomorrow." Shane sighed. "I guess I'd better go. I can hear my Dad's taxi pulling up outside."

'Okay, I'll see you tomorrow. I love you.'

"I love you too." They spent several seconds make kissing noises over the phone before Jamie ended the call.

Shane stuffed his phone away and went to the door to meet his father. "Hey Dad."

"Shane, my boy!"

"Are you drunk?"

"It would seem so! I hadn't meant to have more than one, but that Johnny certainly can motivate a man!"

Shane rolled his eyes. "Go get in bed. You've got work in the morning."

Gerry stood to attention and saluted Shane. "Yes sir!" He chuckled and headed up the stairs. Shane laughed at his father's shenanigans and checked on his mother who, since her accident, had been sleeping on a temporary bed in the dining room.

Seeing that she was asleep, he went up to his bedroom and found Callum watching the television, looking miserable. Shane ditched his t-shirt and slipped in next to him, wrapping an arm around him. "What's up, kiddo?"

Callum shrugged without taking his eyes away from the television.

Shane pulled Callum over to rest on his chest and hugged him tight. He knew that teenagers often got like this, especially since he himself had been like that a lot until he got together with Jamie. He kissed the top of Callum's head and turned his own attention to the TV.

About the time that Sarah Connor was trying to escape the asylum, Callum finally broke his silence. "Shane?"

"Yeah kiddo?"

"How did you know that you were gay?"

Shane thought about that for a minute. He could tell that something was bothering Callum so he didn't want to give a flippant answer. "Well, I guess it was when all the other guys started to go on about girls. I just didn't get it. I kinda forced myself into it for a while; I had two girlfriends."

"Did you not like it?"

"Well, I guess it was fine. Kissing a girl feels pretty much the same as kissing a guy. It was when the other stuff got involved that I lost interest. First time I stuck my hand down a girl's pants, I remember thinking 'What the fuck am I supposed to play with down here?'."

Callum giggled. "What was your first time with a guy like?"

"Well, Jamie was the first boy I ever kissed but I did other stuff before then. Do you know what a 'glory hole' is?" Shane was massively relieved when Callum nodded. He really didn't want to have to explain that one. "Well, I used one to suck a guy off when I was fourteen. When the guy came, I freaked out."

Callum raised his head off Shane's chest and leaned up on one elbow. "Why?" He looked bewildered.

"I dunno. I guess it was 'cause it sort of, you know, made me properly gay. I still fought it for a long time after that. I did a bunch of other stuff with friends and with strangers. Then I went after Jamie. Still not my proudest moment."

"Why not?"

It had been nearly seven weeks since Shane had attacked Jamie in the gym, and they had yet to really discuss it. Any time Shane tried to bring it up, Jamie would cut him off and tell him he was forgiven. The problem was that Shane felt the need to really talk about it.

"I basically attacked him. I choked him and forced him to wank me off. It's good that Jamie forgives me for it, but I wish he would let me actually apologise for it. Anyway, what's brought on these questions?"

"I dunno, I just..." He stopped for a moment. "There was this guy."

"And you're thinking about kissing him?"

Callum giggled shyly. "I dunno. He gave me a backy home and his bum kept rubbing against my dick. I thought I was gonna blow in my pants."

"Well, is he gay? Remember what I told you about being careful."

Callum shrugged. "I don't know. I think I saw him looking at me. He was really nice to me too."

"I dunno, kiddo. It's a little thin." Seeing the disheartened look on Shane's face, he corrected himself. "But then again, I never would have thought Darren or Matty would be gay."

Callum lay back down on Shane's chest and popped his thumb in his mouth.

"So, do you not want to try a girl?"

"I did," he said, speaking around his thumb. "I didn't find 'I want you in me' to be the best chat up line."

"She said that?" He nodded. "Well, not all girls are like that."

"I know. I just like Darius."

"Okay. Well, just be careful."

Again the pair fell into silence. The only sounds were Terminator 2 and the low sound of Callum sucking on his thumb. When the Terminator ripped the skin off his arm, Callum looked back up at Shane. "Shane?"

"Mmm?"

"Could I...never mind."

"D'you know that whenever some starts to ask something and then says 'never mind', they automatically make their question the most fascinating thing that ever happened?"

Callum giggled. "Sorry."

"So what did you want to ask?"

Although Shane couldn't see his face, he knew Callum was blushing. There was always this peculiar set to his shoulders whenever he blushed. "I was wondering if I could...you know, um..." He paused a moment. "Did you ever see Cruel Intentions?"

Shane nodded, suddenly thinking he knew where this was going.

"You know that bit where Sarah Michelle Gellar and Selma Blair kiss, just so that Selma Blair could, like, practice?"

His suspicions confirmed, Shane chuckled. "And you want to know if I will help you practice?"

"If it's too weird..."

Shane initial instinct was to deny the request. Callum was his cousin. Not only that, he was also three years his junior. Then there was the fact that he had Jamie.

All of his arguments were countered, however, by the plaintive sound of Callum's voice. He clearly really wanted this to happen, and Shane had to consider the delicate nature of Callum's confidence. If Shane knocked him back, he might never feel confident enough to ask anyone out.

If he was honest with himself, he had to admit that he was a little curious, so he finally squeezed Callum's skinny body and said "Okay."

Callum's head darted up. "Really?" When Shane nodded, Callum rose up onto his knees and shucked his top. At Shane's inquiring look, Callum said "It's only fair," looking pointedly at Shane's bare chest.

"I guess you're right," said Shane, casting a casual eye over Callum's thirteen year old physique. "Shall we?"

Callum's heart was beating out of his chest. To say that he hadn't often thought of Shane in a sexual way would have been a lie. The truth was that Shane was incredibly attractive, and even before the thought of other men had entered his head, thoughts of Shane had always been present.

He had shed his shirt, feeding Shane a line about it being fair that they both be shirtless, but the fact was that he wanted to feel Shane's skin against his own while he had his first ever kiss. He flicked his leg over Shane's body and straddled him.

There was a moment of doubt in Shane's eyes when Callum did that, but he didn't push Callum off. Callum, sitting on Shane's pelvis, reached down and felt Shane's pecs, running his thumbs over each off his nipples.

Shane, clearly not wanting to engage too much, simply rested his hands on Callum's hips and watched Callum's hands as they continued their exploration of his skin. Finally, Callum had to go for it. He shifted his position and lay on top of Shane, pressing their bare chests and their crotches together.

As Callum touched his lips to Shane's, Shane ran his hands up his back sending a shiver through his body at the softness of his palms. Callum, of course, had already sampled Shane's lips once before. Having Shane actually participate, however, made all the difference. After only a few seconds, Callum was moaning in delight and grinding his groin into Shane's. Shane was not entirely silent either.

The pull of Shane's lips indicated to Callum that he wanted to stop, so Callum detached himself, breathing a little irregularly. "You okay?" asked Callum.

"Yeah. You were just moaning a little too much. I was worried one of our parents would hear."

"Oh. Sorry. I'll be quieter." Callum giggled and leaned down to Shane's lips again.

"Um, maybe we've kissed enough."

"Oh," said Callum, unable to keep the disappointment out of his voice. "Okay."

Shane turned off the television and lay on his side, spooning against Callum's back. He wrapped an arm around Callum's body and they both sighed. A few minutes before the blackness of sleep overtook him, Callum muttered "Shane? Thanks."

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