Jamie Lawrence

Jamie Lawrence - Chapter Twenty Four

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Jamie Lawrence - Chapter Twenty Four

Kyle's heart rate was increasing exponentially. "N-Nora, d-did he say HOW soon?" The card shook in Kyle's hand.

"No. He stayed with me for a good hour, but he didn't give me any indication. Kyle, what's the matter?"

Kyle put his hands to his cheeks and felt the rivulets of tears there. What should he do? If he told Darren about this, there was no telling what Darren would do. If he didn't, Darren would be running around Manchester blind to the danger. What if John-Paul decided to go for him instead? Kyle would never forgive himself if he was the reason something bad happened to Darren.

And the third option came to him.

"Nora, I have to go, but I'll check in with you again in a little while. Okay?"

Nora gave Kyle a slight nod, though she still looked concerned. Kyle wiped his face dry and headed out to meet Darren.

As soon as Kyle opened the ward door and Darren spotted him, his face broke out in a grin. "You ready, babe?"

The smile on Darren's face made what Kyle was about to do all the harder; still, it had to be done. Kyle was going to keep Darren safe at any cost.

"Dazzle, you need to go home and pack your bags."

"Why? Are we going on another camping trip?" He smiled again.

"No honey, you're moving back to your parents' house."

Darren looked completely taken aback. "Did I do something wrong?" He sounded sad.

Kyle reached out and took Darren's hands in his own. "You could never do anything wrong."

"Then why?" There was a slight quiver of his chin as he spoke.

Kyle handed Darren the pink envelope. As Darren read the words it contained, his tears abated and then his eyes burned with anger. "I'm going to fucking kill him!"

"Honey, no. Listen, he knows who you are. You were trying to keep me safe, and now you're in his sights as well. I couldn't live with myself if anything happened to you. I want you to move back in with your 'rents until this is sorted."

"Nope." Darren crossed his arms in front of his chest.

"Pardon?"

"I said no. I know you're trying to protect me, but I'm not leaving you alone."

"Dazzle, you're being childish."

"I don't bloody care! You're not getting rid of me unless you ACTUALLY break up with me, and I don't think you're about to do that." Darren looked pointedly at him. "Are you?" It wasn't a question.

Kyle giggled. "No. I suppose you can stick around a bit longer."

Satisfied with Kyle's answer, Darren started pacing, his chin caught between his thumb and index finger. "Okay. We have to get that non-molestation thing. Shane's Dad might be able to help us with that. And it goes without saying that you don't go anywhere without me until this is over. I know we won't be able to live like this forever but..."

"We won't have to," interjected Kyle.

"Wha'd'ya mean?"

"Mrs Short in there," Kyle tipped his thumb over his shoulder. "He came to visit her. He said that he would be seeing me 'very soon'." Kyle made air-quotations.

"How soon?" asked Darren, his voice strained. Kyle shrugged. "Okay. No need to panic. Non-molestation order, me as your personal bodyguard, I teach Kiki to be a guard dog. Maybe you should find a new house."

"Dazzle, baby. Stop. For now, we're inside the hospital. Let's go have lunch. We can freak out later."

Darren kissed him somewhat distractedly. "Right, come on. I've brought us some Couscous."

Kyle let his head fall heavily against Darren's chest. "Dazzle! If you don't get off this health kick, you're going to kill me!"

Darren looked at Kyle with serious eyes. "Not funny, Kyle. Besides, this health food is better for you than some of the crap I've seen you eat."

Shane had been getting dressed ready to meet Jamie at college when his phone had started to buzz incessantly on the night stand. He quickly checked the name on the screen and, seeing that it was his father, he seriously considered not answering it. The last time he had spoken to his father, Shane had threatened to kill him. That did not bode well for future converations.

Sighing heavily, he put the phone to his ear. "Yeah?"

"Yeah? That's how you answer the phone?" asked Gerry.

"When it's someone I don't wanna talk to, yeah."

Shane heard his father sigh on the other end of the line. "Son, I want to talk to you. Can you meet me for lunch?"

"I've got college," said Shane simply.

"I know that. I just really want to clear the air between us. Can we meet, please?"

Shane grabbed a fistful of his blond hair. "Fine. The Greasy Spoon on Rochdale Road?"

"Perfect. See you at one."

The line went dead and Shane sat for a moment feeling frustrated. He sent a quick message to let Jamie know he wouldn't be in college and grabbed his coat from the wardrobe. Fifteen minutes later, he walked into Greasy Spoon and selected a seat by the window.

He only waited a few minutes before his father's Mercedes pulled into the lay-by outside. Shane looked upon his father and felt a peculiar pang in his stomach. Ever before, he had feared his father, respected him, admired him.

Now, although it wasn't hatred, it was a special kind of disdain that filled Shane's chest. He even found himself disliking the way Gerry walked.

Gerry walked through the door and smiled at his son. "Hi son."

"Dad," said Shane flatly.

Gerry looked at the floor for a moment, obviously dejected at his son's brusque greeting. "Shane, I'm so sorry about Tuesday. And Monday for that matter. I've behaved atrociously toward you."

"And Jamie and Callum. That's what's pissed me off. You scared both of them half to death." He had been anticipating Gerry's reaction to his own sexuality for longer than he cared to remember. It was the fear he had seen in the faces of the two people he loved the most that had him burning to beat his father into the ground.

"I know, and I feel awful. I've been to a meeting for people with gay kids, and I've talked it out and now I know I was wrong about so much."

The waitress came over and both ordered a sausage barm. Gerry said something about 'like father, like son,' and Shane had to resist the urge to tell him they were nothing alike.

"So, you're here to ask me to let you off the hook?"

"I know it won't be easy. Especially after what I almost did to Jamie, but I would like it if you...and Callum, would move back home." Gerry shifted uncomfrotably in his chair. "You have to understand, what I saw at Jamie's house the other day. Those...things."

"Dildos, Dad. They're called dildos."

"Yes, those. It was an altogether too vivid reminder of what you and Jamie would be getting up to. But I've disabused myself of the notion that what you and Jamie do behind closed doors has got anything to do with me. As long as it is in fact behind closed doors and not over the coffee table." Gerry smiled weakly.

Shane chucked the remnants of his lunch onto the plate and dabbed his mouth with a napkin. "Dad, I'm hearing a lot about how you were wrong, and how you're sorry, but you're not saying the most important thing."

Gerry looked at him, bewildered.

"You're not telling me you're okay with it. That you just want me to be happy. That you're glad I've found Jamie."

"I'm not saying that I'm ready to fly the rainbow flag, but if you can just be patient with me, I think things can be good between us again."

Shane had to ask. "Why didn't you give Uncle Tom the same chance?"

Gerry sighed. "Because I felt like Tommy had betrayed me. He..." Gerry stopped talking when the waitress walked by their table. "Maybe now isn't the time." He took a sip of watery tea. "Shane, please, can we just give it a try? Naturally, I want to apologise to Jamie and Callum too, but for now, it's you I want home."

Shane ran his fingers through his blond hair and sighed. "Fine. One chance, but Callum isn't coming home yet. Not until I'm sure you can be trusted."

Oliver hurried along in Matty's wake as he dragged him into various shops. They had started with a coffee shop, where Matty had insisted on paying for Oliver's drink. They had moved on to a sweet little cafe, where Matty had bought Oliver's lunch. Now Matty was rushing around with a frown on his face.

"Matty, what's wrong?" asked Oliver.

"I can't find the shop."

"Matty, I don't need anything! I've got more stuff than I can use at home."

"I know but...today's kind of an occasion."

Oliver stopped in his tracks and released Matty's hand. Matty stopped and Oliver asked "What kind of occasion?" Oliver racked his brains, wondering if he'd forgotten something important.

Matty smiled coyly. "I, uh, well- it's a month today."

Now Oliver was even more confused. "A month? Since what?"

"Since I, you know..."

"I think it's fairly obvious that I don't."

Matty sighed heavily. "A month ago today, I saw you for the first time."

Oliver took a lock of red hair into hois mouth and thought. "Now you mention it, you're right." He thought back to seeing Matty pull up on that ostentatious death machine. Seeing the way his leathers hugged his frame had reminded Oliver why he liked men.

And then Matty had pulled off his helmet and Oliver had caught his breath. He was gorgeous, and still was. He'd played with his hair, tousling it as he scanned the people milling around while Oliver stood stock still, afraid to go inside the college.

Oliver had watched Matty's blue eyes as they observed the bridge, and the smokers, and the litter. He was not prepared for what happened then. Matty's eyes settled on him. They locked with his and didn't shy away. The look on Matty's face had been a mixture of awe and surprise; like he was looking upon a friend he hadn't seen for many years.

The wink had done it for Oliver. He wasn't accustomed to people showing an interest in him in that fashion, but when Matty cheekily closed that one eye, Oliver had been overcome with a peculiar mix of fear and joy. He had fled, and had cursed himself for hours after.

And Matty, by the grace of the Gods, had turned out to be in all but one of Oliver's classes. That first day had been the turning point in Oliver's life. His confidence, so buried under fear and Ronnie's hoodie was slowly returning. Matty was carefully waking Oliver up to the world around him, including the delights to be had from the love of another.

Oliver owed Matty a lot. Everything, in fact, though he was almost certain that Matty would never accept anything from him.

Finally Oliver looked back his boyfriend and smiled. "I don't want you to stress about buying me something. Anything you give me will be exactly what I want; something you gave me. I still have Other Matty in my bag."

"Other Matty?" asked Matty. A look of realisation crossed his face. "You mean the Orang-Utan."

At that, a blonde girl came over and smiled at Matty. "Hey Matty," she said, smiling flirtatiously. "What's going on?"

"Hey Meghan; just doing some shopping with Oliver." Oliver waved at Meghan, but she hardly noticed him. She was flicking her hair and fluttering her eyelashes at Matty.

"So, have you decided if you're going to enter the Hallowe'en showcase?" she asked, putting her hand on Matty's leather jacket. Oliver was developing a rather strong urge to tackle the girl if she didn't stop flirting with his boyfriend.

He took his eyes off her and scanned around himself and noticed that there were at least three other girls staring salaciously at Matty, oblivious to the fact that Matty was with Oliver.

Meghan was still stroking Matty's arm and though Matty wasn't showing any appreciation for it, he wasn't doing anything to put her off. "I think I AM going to enter, but I have no idea what I'll do."

"I think you could just go on and show your body and you'll win!" She giggled shamelessly.

Oliver decided to stake his claim. It was not normally something he would do, but he needed to draw some boundary lines for this blonde bimbette. He slid his hand along Matty's chest and into his jacket while he wrapped himself in Matty's arm. "Sweetie, I think you should sing." He looked at Meghan. "My Matty has got THE best singing voice."

Matty looked down at Oliver. "Aww, thanks honey." He kissed Oliver on the lips, inadvertently reassuring Oliver that he was still his. Oliver glanced back at Meghan and was pleased to see her stammering.

"I, uh, well, um...I think you're right. Singing." She nodded. "See ya, Matty." She hurried off. Oliver looked around and saw three other stunned faces.

"Okay, Fireball, what was that about?" chuckled Matty.

"She was all over you! I wanted to make sure she knew that I'm the only one who gets to do this." He stood on his tiptoes and gave Matty another kiss. "I think I could get used to PDA."

Matty chuckled. "Come on, you. I've got jewellery to give you."

Jamie arrived home a little after four and headed straight up to his bedroom, hoping to find his sexy boyfriend there. When he entered his room, he found Shane sitting stark bollock naked with a rose held between his teeth.

Staring fully at a great movie cliche, Jamie burst into a fit of helpless giggles for which Shane gave him a reproachful glare. "Hey, I had to go out and buy this rose special for this. The least you could do is treat my boner with some respect. He grinned his stupid grin and gave his hard-on a tap which set it to weaving about.

Again Jamie giggled. He walked over and lay on the bed next to Shane. "You do look a bit silly, you have to admit."

"Speak for yourself! Go on, show me the glasses so I can have a right good laugh at you."

Reluctantly, Jamie reached into his jeans pocket and retracted his brand new glasses. They had thick black frames, as was perenially fashionable. He felt that they complimented the shape of his face. Still, he had never had to wear glasses before and, although they were only for reading, he felt uncomfortable wearing them.

He slid them onto his face and Shane studied him for a long moment. "Hmm," was all he said.

"Well?"

"Cute as a button."

"Really? You don't think they make me look like Dame Edna?"

Shane chuckled. "Nope. You're just as gorgeous with them as without them."

Jamie rewarded his boyfriend's sweetness with a chaste kiss on the lips. "How long until Callum gets back?"

"He's at Darius's until tea. By the way, I'm going home tonight."

Of all things Shane might have said, Jamie hadn't expected that. "So, you're forgiving your Dad?" He hadn't meant for his voice to sound quite as bitter as it did.

"Not quite. I'm testing him. If I think he can be trusted, he can meet with you to apologise. Other than that, I'm moving back in with you." He grinned again and rolled over to lie on top of Jamie. "Now kiss me like you want my cock."

Jamie was about to do exactly that when his bedroom door flew open to reveal his father standing there with what appeared to be an oily alternator in his hands. Shane had immediately dived off the bed in the direction of the window to cover his nakedness. "James, do you fancy helping me put my car back together."

Jamie rolled his eyes. "Not really, Dad."

"Oh. I just, you know, I want to get it put back together before I have to leave for my AA meeting and I could use an extra set of hands."

'So he really is going to meetings', thought Jamie. Somewhere in the base of his heart, it was a relief to hear that there was real change on the horizon and clearly his asking Jamie to help with the car was an attempt to reforge their relationship.

Still, Jamie wasn't sure if he was ready to trust his father yet. It felt like walking out onto a frozen lake; at any moment, the floor could go out from under him.

"No thanks Dad. I've got homework to do."

A brief flicker of pain crossed Johnny's face. "Okay. Maybe next time."

He turned and left and almost immediately, Shane was lying on Jamie again. "You really should have gone with him."

Jamie couldn't meet Shane's eye for a moment. He sighed. "I wanted to, but at the same time, I don't know if I can stand it. Me and Dad haven't been 'father and son' for four years and I don't know if I could take having the rug pulled from under me."

"If we don't act because we're afraid of having something go wrong, the human race would never do anything. That first day in the locker room with you, I was petrified. You could have told people, or you could have rejected me. But I acted anyway, and it turned out to be the best move I ever made."

Jamie pursed his lips. "Point taken, Yoda."

"Now, is my boyfriend going to kiss me?"

Jamie pretended to ponder that for a few moments. "Hmm. What's in it for me?"

"Anything you want. Absolutely anything."

Again, Jamie feigned thoughtfulness. When the idea popped into his head, his heart fluttered with nerves. "The, um, handcuffs."

Shane's eyes widened briefly. "You sure?"

Jamie nodded exaggeratedly. He could already feel Shane's cock firming up against his thigh and it made him smile. Shane reached into Jamie's bedside table and retracted the fluffy black handcuffs and gently brushed some of the fuzz against Jamie's bottom lip. It tickled slightly and Jamie had to giggle.

"Let's get this shirt off you." Shane pulled Jamie's glasses off his face and helped him off with his skin tight t-shirt. Shane gave Jamie's nipple ring a quick tug as he slid his slippery tongue into his mouth for a brief kiss.

Jamie lay down on the bed and raised his arms over his head. Shane gave him a reassuring smile before he carefully cuffed him to the metal bedframe. Shane's eyebrows pulled down momentarily and then he clicked his fingers. He hopped off the bed, ran to the door and locked it. "Don't want Johnny walking in on this, do we?"

Jamie giggled. He maneuvered his arms just a little to make sure he was in no danger of injury before Shane straddled his lap. Shane sat on Jamie's pelvis, staring into his eyes before he gave Jamie a very slow, moist kiss and allowed his bottom lip to trail lightly down to Jamie's jaw.

Jamie sighed contentedly as Shane's lips traversed his neck to his collar bone. Shane's hands massaged Jamie's small pecs, stretched out by his arms being secured above his head.

Shane touched his lips to the edges of Jamie's left nipple and let them rest there while he whispered "What would you like me to do?" His hands roamed south to delicately stroke Jamie's navel. The skin quivered under his light touch, though Jamie resisted the urge to giggle.

"Well, taking my jeans off would be a good start."

Shane chuckled throatily into Jamie's nipple and gave it a quick kiss before his rose up on his haunches and moved to remove Jamie's shoes. He pulled them off and unceremoniously dumped them on the floor and set about peeling Jamie's socks off. He kissed the sole of each foot and then sidled up between Jamie's legs. He used his teeth to pull the buttons of Jamie's jeans apart and took hold of the waist band of them, as well sa those of Jamie's boxers.

He pulled them off in one swift motion and eyed Jamie's naked form from top to bottom. The desirous look in his eye caused Jamie to blush furiously. Shane lifted Jamie's slowly swelling dick and flipped it to rest on Jamie's stomach. He buried his face in Jamie's balls, elliciting a small, ecstatic gasp from Jamie. He whispered again; "What would you like me to do?"

Jamie swallowed and said breathily "That's pretty good." He actually felt the smile that took over Shane's face at that moment.

Shane set about nuzzling and kissing Jamie's balls until Jamie was fully hard and quivering in anticipation. He slurped one of Jamie's TESTES into his mouth and lovingly bathed it with his tongue. Jamie was unconsciously curling and uncurling his toes while he pressed his head deeper and deeper into the pillow.

Shane's hands were tenderly carressing Jamie's thighs while he licked his way up the shaft of Jamie's dripping dick. He stopped when he reached the head, dotting it with a single butterfly kiss before kneeling before Jamie, his own dick loosing a stream of pre-cum that ran down to the bedding.

Quick as a flash, he had retrieved the KY jelly from under the bed and had run a dollop of it over his index and middle fingers of his left hand and without a word, returned to his task.

An inch at a time, he absorbed Jamie's cock until his face was buried in the light dusting of pubic hair Jamie had allowed to grow. Then Jamie felt his fingers at his rosebud. Accustomed as he was to invaders of this time, he had no trouble allowing those digits to slide into him a until Shane's knuckles stopped any futher advance.

Shane probed around inside Jamie for a moment until he found Jamie's hot spot and started working it. Within seconds, Jamie was purring like a kitten. Shane pulled of his cock for moment to ask "Do you like that, baby?" before returning to his ministrations once more.

"Oh, God, yeah," said Jamie as his back arched in response to a particularly vigorous probing of his prostate. His voice was higher than usual when he spoke and he was making ecstatic little noises each time his cock touched the back of Shane's throat. "Fuck, yeah," he almost sighed.

Shane's mouth turned into a vaccuum, his lips tightening and his movements becoming more urgent. Jamie's head was spinning and he was pulling harder and harder on the handcuffs which still had him constrained.

"Shane, I'm there," he managed to eke out.

With one last almighty press on Jamie's internals, and a final great draw on his cock, Shane received his reward as Jamie unleashed a powerful deluge of his creamy seed. As it coated the back of Shane's throat, he swallowed a few times while he began to carefully retract his fingers.

Shane grabbed a handful of tissues while Jamie was still writhing in the throes of his orgasm and cleaned his hands up. He lay on top of Jamie, though he supported his weight on his elbows. "Any more commands, master?" he asked, kissing Jamie's chin.

Jamie brushed his lips against Shane's. "Kiss me like you love me," he said, smiling.

Shane's eyes twinkled mischievously. "Okay." He proceeded to kiss Jamie's chest randomly from top to bottom at high speed, setting Jamie to giggling.

"Behave, you!" Jamie squealed. "Uncuff me you pillock, so I can tan your arse."

"Ooh, threat or promise?" pondered Shane. He uncuffed Jamie, who immediately locked his arms around Shane's neck and kissed him hungrily, tasting his own semen on Shane's tongue.

While he was doing that, he grasped Shane's unsatisfied phallus with his right hand and swirled the pre-cum around the head. He rubbed it slowly for a minute while they kissed and then simply jacked it hard and fast until, with a load grunt, Shane deposited his load onto Jamie's stomach.

Once they were both flaccid, they lay crotch to crotch, kissing constantly and gyrating against each other. After about fifteen minutes, Shane was hard again. Jamie sighed dramatically. "I guess I'd better do something about that, hadn't I?"

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