Here we go Part 31!
I had this part of the story running through my brain for a while so that's why it was posted faster than usual. The usual heartfelt thanks for all that have responded to me. I do appreciate hearing from you readers. Back to the usual disclaimer.
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JC had a dilemma. Lance was cuddled up to him and it felt so cozy and warm, JC didn't want to move. One for fear he'd wake Lance and two the room felt chilly this morning. But he had to go to the bathroom. Slowly he began to crawl out from under Lance.
Lance shifted and groaned almost like his was displeased. JC managed to pull clear without disturbing Lance too much. Lance rolled onto his stomach groaning softly. He swiveled his hips.
JC was semi-hard already because of his morning pee. Now the sight of Lance's perfect butt rolling under the sheets was getting him harder. JC rushed into the bathroom before peeing became an acrobatic feat.
While he washed his hands he got the idea. He would wake Lance up with a nice tender morning fuck. His hardon was more willing the he was.
But when he got back to the bed Lance had rolled onto his back. He could still do it but lifting Lance's legs would probably wake him too soon.
Lance moaned. His hand shifted down his body. He adjusted himself in his sleep.
Gently JC put his hand on Lance's crotch. Lance was hard. JC smiled. Even in sleep they could sense what the other wanted. JC changed his plan slightly.
JC stripped off his shorts and reached to the lube. He reached behind him and lubed himself up before pulling back the sheets. Anything not to wake Lance before he was ready. Pulling the covers back slightly JC placed his hand on the bulge in Lance's shorts. He maneuvered Lance's cock until it stuck out of the opening in the front of Lance's shorts. JC lubed up Lance's cock.
Even asleep JC's hand on Lance's lance caused him to buck his hips slightly. JC pulled the covers clear. He straddle Lance then lowered himself onto Lance's cock. God, did that feel good! He felt such joy as Lance entering him. JC was so glad that Lance and he now traded being the bottom. Lance had given him such pleasure. Why had he been so afraid at first for Lance to fuck him? It had taken awhile but soon Lance showed JC what he was missing and JC never regretted it. JC closed his eyes and concentrated on enjoying himself riding Lance's cock.
Lance lay panting from his climax. "Man, JC, I don't know what set you off but I have never cum so fast and hard before."
JC grinned. "I'm anxious to get to the good part. Plus I got good news today."
"What made you so happy? I may want to use it again."
JC just beamed. "It was the results of my blood test." JC caressed Lance's face. "It's official, I'm clean."
Lance looked puzzled. "Clean?" How could blood be clean?
JC took a condom pack and threw it over his shoulder. "No longer needed. Unless you want to."
Lance broke into a huge smile. "You mean I can feel just you?"
"If you want to. It will be a bit more messy."
Lance pulled JC to him. "I don't care. Knowing that there is nothing between us totally skin to skin." Lance kissed JC.
JC could feel Lance panting already.
"Please, JC. Do me now."
"No, Lance. Not this time."
Lance looked thunderstruck. "But..." He stammered.
"I want to try something different."
"But JC, I want you to."
"Don't you want to try something else?"
"No, JC, you're the only one I want."
"Exactly."
"What?"
"You said you want me."
"I do."
"And I want you to."
"That's why. I want you, too."
JC chuckled. "No, Lance. Not I want you 'too' as in 'I want you also'. I mean I want you 'to' as in 'I want you to do it'." JC stroked Lance's face. "To me."
Slowly the truth hit Lance. His eyes went wide. "You want me to do you?"
"Yes, Lance. You've been hogging all the fun for too long. That's if you want to."
"Oh, JC." Lance pulled JC's body on top of his. "Yes, JC. Oh, god how I have wanted to!"
JC kissed Lance's face in between words. "I want you (kiss) to take that big cock (kiss) of yours (kiss) and shove it (kiss) between my two white (kiss) round (kiss) ass cheeks (kiss). I want to feel you (kiss) inside my virgin (kiss) ass. I want you to (kiss) fuck me (kiss) until I (kiss) cum (kiss) screaming."
"Oh, yes, JC." Lance lay there panting hard at the very thought. "I want so... Oh, god, I. Oh, Josh, I..." Lance's body tensed against JC's.
JC felt the hot spurts of cum against his stomach. Lance lay there gasping.
JC grinned. "I take it you like the idea?"
"I'm sorry, JC," Lance panted.
JC laughed. "Don't be. It was a complement. We'll just wait until you're ready again."
It didn't take very long.
Lance pushed in again. Again JC's body tensed.
"Ow, damn." JC was trying to keep quiet but it hurt too much.
"JC, maybe we shouldn't go on."
"No, Lance, please." JC looked pleading at Lance. "I want to so much."
"For me or us?"
"For me." JC tried a smile. "You enjoy yourself so much. I want to know what I'm missing."
"I should think there are a lot of couples that don't switch off."
"They're not us." JC added firmly. He calmed himself. "I'm sorry. I really want to do this. Please, Lance try again."
"Okay, but you have to try to relax." Lance pressed forward. This time he entered JC, slowly deeper and deeper.
JC's mouth fell open. "Oh, fuck!"
But this wasn't from pleasure. Lance pulled out.
"JC, I can't do this. I hate to see you in pain."
"It's getting better. It doesn't hurt as much now."
"Bullshit." Lance flopped down along side JC. "You're too tense. Until you relax it will hurt."
"Damn, now I'm a teepee and a pup."
Where did that come from? "You're what?" Lance asked.
"I'm two tents."
"Jokes?"
"I'm trying to get my mind off it. Maybe it will relax me." JC signed. "I never thought of your cock as too big before."
Too big! Lance got an idea.
"JC, roll onto your stomach."
"Why?"
"Balloons!"
Now it was JC's turn to be confused. "Balloons?"
"Look, have you tried to blow up a balloon right from the package?"
"Yeah, it's damn hard. You can blow for all your worth it doesn't work. You have to stretch it first."
"Exactly. You need to be stretched first."
JC looked leery.
"Trust me."
JC rolled over.
Lance lubed up a finger and worked it around JC's asshole.
"Does that feel all right?"
"Yes, it feels kind of nice."
Lance slid his finger into JC. JC's body tensed. "Damn."
"Relax, JC." Lance worked his finger in slow circles pressing down toward the front of JC's body. He massaged JC's prostate.
"Oh, Lance." JC shivered.
Lance smiled. "Better?"
"Right there. That feels good."
"Good, then you're getting there." Lance pressed another finger in.
"Oh, damn!"
"JC," Lance chided.
"I know relax. How come you did it so easily?"
"Maybe I'm more welcoming." Lance muttered.
"What?"
"It wasn't that easy. It hurt for me, too. But it got easier and then it felt fucking terrific."
"You can joke."
"Don't worry, JC. You will do this and love it."
"I hope."
Lance moved up. "You will." He kissed JC. "I know it."
JC smiled. "Keep going."
Lance tried three fingers. JC winced but it was feeling a little better.
"Its such a strange feeling."
Lance kissed JC's shoulder. "You'll get used to it." He ran his other hand over JC's back. Lance leaned to JC's ear and said in that rumbling bass that JC loved. "Relax, JC. You can do this."
"It's getting better."
"Good. Now I am going to try something. I'll keep my fingers as straight as I can and push them in little bit then pull them out. Then in a little deeper than out again. Stay relaxed."
JC felt the group of fingers push into him. He tried not to tense up. They pulled out then slid back in farther this time."
Lance still ran his hands over JC's back and ass. "Okay?"
"Yeah, not too bad."
In and out ever so slowly. Deeper and deeper. JC was surprised how deep. But he was taking it. There was a little pain but not like before.
"Lance, I think I'm ready. Try me again."
"JC," there was a slight chuckle to Lance's voice. "What do you feel on your shoulders?"
JC was confused but answered him. "Your hands."
"One on each shoulder?"
"Yes. What does that...?" It finally stuck JC. "Oh, my god!"
Lance leaned close. "I'm inside you, Josh. You're doing it."
JC tried to turn and see. "All of it?"
"Close." Lance pulled back and slid his cock back into JC.
JC felt it going deeper yet. "Oh, Lance, I don't think I..." The thrust stopped.
"There. You now have all of me." Lance leaned down so they could kiss. He let JC get used to the feeling. Plus Lance needed a break. This was his greatest dream which always kept him so near to cumming.
Lance pulled back and slowly thrust in to the hilt. "Still okay?"
"Yes, it's starting to feel much better."
"Good." Lance started a slow rhythm. He needed it slow to control himself as well as to JC get accustomed to the new sensation.
Lance lay so his body was in contact with JC's back. "You like this?"
"Yes, Lance. I wish I could see."
"Roll over."
JC moved to his back. He lifted his legs and grabbed his ankles. Lance positioned himself.
JC watched as Lance's cock got closer. It slid into him easier now. He looked up at Lance. "How does that feel?"
"Pure bliss, Josh. You're making me feel so good."
The next thrust raked against JC's prostate. His body shuddered.
JC gasped. "Lance, right there. That felt so good."
Lance sped up slightly. Then the resistance Lance had been feeling as his cock sank into JC lessened. The muscles relaxed.
JC's face flushed. He rested his legs on Lance's shoulders as his arms dropped to the bed. The strangeness had given way to the pleasure.
"So that's what is feels like. Oh, god, Lance. Now I know why you react the way you do."
Lance leaned down to JC. "You feel so good to me."
JC pulled Lance to his lips. He was already moaning. JC stopped kissing for only a moment.
"Take me, Lance. I'm all yours."
They kissed again. Short passionate kisses. As the minutes past they were both breathing too hard to kiss for long.
Then they pulled back slightly and looked into each other's eyes.
This was as close to JC was Lance had ever been and JC was given himself to Lance. Just like Lance had done those weeks ago. Lance could no longer hold back his passion. His climax was building.
"JC, I'm getting close. I'm going to cum."
"Cum inside of me, Lance. Give me your love."
Lance's face went red. The veins stood out on his face and neck. One more thrust was all it took. He was cumming inside his lover for the first time!
"Oh, Josh, oh, gaaa..." it changed into a choked groan.
JC could feel Lance's cock pulse and throb as it shot off inside him. That pushed JC over the edge.
"Oh, fuck, Lance!" Cum spewed onto his stomach as JC stroked his cock.
Lance just recovering from his own climax watched as JC's body shook as his climax ripped through him.
Soon they breathed easier. Lance lay down beside JC.
"Thank you, JC. That was incredible."
"I'll say. Thank you for teaching me. I've wanted to do this so much but I was afraid of the pain."
"Well, you passed." Lance kissed JC.
"I'm glad. I want to give you as much pleasure as possible. This is just the beginning."
"It will get better?"
"Sure. I was concentrating mostly on me. Next time I will play with your nipples or stroke your cock."
"Next time?"
"This isn't just a one time deal, Lance. I love you. I want to show you that."
Lance held JC close. "Oh, Josh, I love you so much."
"Oh, my god, JC. This isn't a dream."
JC opened his eyes. A smile spread across his face as he bounce up and down on Lance's cock.
"Lance, you're up."
"Obviously. And before I woke up. This a wonderful way to wake up by the way."
"I knew you'd like it."
"I hate to break the mood. But there's only one problem."
"What?"
"I have to go to the bathroom."
"You mean?"
"I was hard because I have to piss."
JC pulled off of Lance and fell to the bed laughing. "I'm sorry. I though you were hard because you sensed that I was horny."
"Sorry to burst your bubble, love." Lance scrambled out of bed. "When I get back can we continue where we left off?"
"Hm, I'm looking forward to it."
Lance gave JC a kiss then headed for the bathroom.
JC waited.
JC heard Lance through the door. "Damn it. Go down will you!"
"Use the shower." JC yelled.
"That's gross."
Five minutes later Lance emerged from the bathroom.
"Finally. But I'm afraid, JC that you will have to start over again. I'm no longer hard."
JC pulled Lance to him then rolled over onto the bed. "Oh, the things I have to do for you. Oh, well, if I must."
"Thank you, JC. I appreciate your help. You're always so go... go... good to... to...to " Lance stuttered. "Oh, JC!"
God, how Lance loved mornings!
Peter was walking home from grade school. It was a relief that he was almost home. Someone collided with him from behind. Peter and his books tumbled to the grass next to the sidewalk.
"Clumsy aren't we?"
Peter didn't look up. He didn't have to. He knew all too well who it was.
Then came the taunting voice. "Are you going to cry?"
Peter just picked up his books.
"Are you going to run to your mommy?"
"No." Peter tried to say it as emotionless as possible.
The older boy patted Peter on the back. "You may make a man yet." The other hand swung up knocking the books out of Peter's hands again. The older boy ran to a gate in a fence laughing. He turned back.
"You are such a sissy." He disappeared through the gate.
Peter took his time retrieving his books. He stood up and shuffled up the sidewalk brushing the grass and dirt from his books. As Peter got close, the gate swung open. This time it was a woman.
"What happened to your books? You should take better care of them."
"I'm sorry, I tripped on a crack in the sidewalk."
She held the gate open. "Come on, supper is almost ready."
Peter shuffled through the gate. He glanced up to see his brother disappear through the screen door. It closed with a bang.
His mother put her arm around Peter. "He'll grow out of it. Be patient."
Peter wanted so much to say "He wouldn't do that if Dad was here" but he didn't want to upset his Mother again. Plus he wasn't sure if that was true.
"Older brothers always pick on their younger brothers. It's unfair but it's just the way of things."
Peter just nodded. He opened the screen door and held the door for his Mother.
"Thank you, Peter."
As they entered the house Peter saw his brother smirking at him. Peter put his books on the table in the hall. He went down the hall to the bathroom to wash up before supper. A voice came after him in a hissed whisper.
"Momma's little sissy boy!"
Peter groaned and rolled over in bed. He thought about going to the bathroom and splashing water on his face. But he knew it would do no good. When the dreams came they had him at their mercy. He pulled the covers close. Peter lay his head back on the pillow and gave in. He let the dreams play themselves out.
Even Peter's bedroom wasn't a refuge. He was pinned to the floor. His brother reached into Peter's back pocket for his wallet.
"Darrin, stop it."
His brother grabbed Peter's wallet and stood up.
"It's just a loan. I'm a little short for my date with Kathie." He pulled a few bills out then threw the wallet to Peter. "I didn't take all of it. Relax. I do pay you back."
Peter stood up barely masking his anger. "Why don't you just ask?"
"Hey, brothers are supposed to wrestle around." His brother punched Peter's shoulder. It hurt but Peter knew better than to show it. "I'm trying to make a man out of you."
"I'd rather have my money."
His brother railed at Peter. "After all I do for this family don't you think I deserve a little fun time?"
Peter sheepishly nodded.
"Good. Then you don't mind." One bill slipped from his hand. He bent down to pick it up. His brother spotted something sticking out from under the mattress.
Peter watched in horror as his brother pulled out the magazine.
"What the hell is this?" It had a picture of a shirtless muscular man on the cover.
Peter's heart leapt to his mouth.
"A fitness magazine?" his brother turned to Peter.
Peter held his breath waiting for the storm.
A smile spread across his brother's face. "Good. So you're finally trying to do something about your body."
Peter's relief was short lived. The magazine fell open and other clippings fell to the floor. Pictures of men in underwear from different catalogs littered the floor. Peter watched the veins pop out in his brother's neck.
"Fitness is not why you look at these is it?" Peter's brother launched at him. Peter was backed against the wall. "Not only are you a sissy, you're a fag!"
"Darrin, please. They're just for motivation, I swear."
"Yeah, I bet." He brandished the rolled up magazine at Peter. "Did anyone see you buy this?"
"Just Mr. Becker. He was running the cash register. All he said was it was about time and that I needed to work on my body."
"Shit, why didn't you do what I do. Put the magazine inside another."
Peter bristled. "And run the risk of getting caught stealing that."
Darrin shook the magazine in Peter's face. "Burn this. I don't want to run the risk of anyone finding it in the trash. Burn every last trace of this."
"No." Peter retreated even as he said it. "I paid for that with my own money. It would be a waste to burn it."
The magazine was thrown at him.
"Then keep your little thrill rag."
Peter's voice was barely audible. "Are you going to tell Mom?"
"Christ, no." Darrin's face was close to Peter's. "But don't you ever let her find that. It would kill her!"
Peter nodded.
"First I had to put up with not having a father around like the other guys. Then I take on the role of the man of the house to help Momma out. Now I find my own younger brother is a fag."
"I am not!"
His brother sneered at Peter. He pointed at the magazine. "You think guys like that will like guys like you. Girls don't even find you attractive. You're just a sissy boy and no one likes sissy boys. No one! No one will ever love you the way you look."
Peter fought back hard against the tears.
Darrin snorted and turned away. He stopped at the door. His voice was calmer.
"Never buy a magazine like that again. Think of Momma. It's hard enough raising two boys on her own. That's why I stepped in to help her. I guess I'll be doing that on my own."
The tears started down Peter's cheeks. "No, Darrin, please. I want to help. I want to help Mom."
"Then hide this. Hide your feelings. For the good of the family."
"I will, Darrin. I will."
"You are already an embarrassment to this family. Don't make it any worse."
The door closed.
Peter stood looking at the closed door. He wiped his eyes. Peter shook his head. Men don't cry. Only sissy boys cry.
He looked down at the magazine spread out at his feet. He picked it up with the clippings and moved to the wastebasket. Peter stopped. He went back to the bed and slid the magazine as far between the mattresses as he could reach.
The pictures were motivation. Someday he would look like that and the girls would like him. Maybe the guys would, too. He'd prove Darrin wrong. Someday he would make his Mother and Father proud of him.
He managed one last look at the door.
"I am not a sissy or a fag!" he spat after his brother.
Peter sat up in bed. He wiped his eyes. The dreams were over. He looked at the clock. Time to get up. As he got out of bed a thought struck him. Those fitness magazines were motivation for him. They had led him to realize the truth about his feelings for men. And they had given him the courage to realize that he was gay. Even though those pictures had brainwashed him into thinking only true gay people had bodies like that. And no one would love him because he didn't look as they did. But Lance, JC and most of all Justin had proved him wrong.
Peter wished Justin were there. He wanted so much to have Justin hold him just now. Justin had saved him from his preconceptions and had given him the one thing he never thought he would ever have. Justin had given Peter a sex life. Peter brightened. He would be with Justin soon enough.
Justin put his suitcase in the trunk, shut the trunk then climbed into Lance's car.
"Morning." Peter was kissing Justin before he knew it.
"Hey, seat belts first. Then the lip lock."
Peter looked at Lance in the rearview mirror. "Have you tried to kiss with seatbelts on? You can barely reach."
"Good, less distractions to the driver."
"Psst," Justin whispered. "Move to the center of the seat."
Justin was right. The back seat held three people. Peter unbuckled and moved over. He buckled up again.
Peter took Justin's arm and put it around him. He leaned on Justin. "Much better." Peter fell silent.
After a few minutes Justin couldn't stand it anymore.
"All right. Out with it. Something is bothering you. Are you going to tell me or are you just going to cling to me that whole trip?"
Peter sat up. "I'm sorry. It's just that it isn't easy to talk about. But I meant to tell you."
JC turned around slightly. "If you want to wait until you're on the plane."
"No. You can hear it, too. It's just that..." Peter took a breath. "It started when I projected home. I wanted see how my mother was doing. But when I left I saw a man watching the house. When Mom went to bed he approached the house. I managed to chase him away."
"My god, Peter. Is your mother in danger?"
"No, not really."
"Not really?" Justin snapped. "Did you call the police?"
"How could I? I followed him though. I know who it was."
"Then tell the police. He should be arrested if he's dangerous."
"Maybe I should have arranged for bodyguard after all."
"No, Justin. He's not dangerous. He probably just wanted to take some things."
"Gees, Peter if he's a thief you should have him arrested."
"JC, I can't arrest my own brother."
"Your brother!"
Lance hit the brakes. Everyone jerked forward.
"Lance!"
"It wasn't my fault, JC." Lance pointed out the window. The traffic was stopped bumper to bumper.
"Why would your brother want to rob his own parents house?" asked Justin.
"It's a long story."
JC turned around. He nodded to the window. "We seem to have plenty of time."
"Well, with Dad in the military he was gone most of the time. We only saw him when he had leave. Darrin, my brother, his friends razed him about not having a real father who was around all the time."
"What about you?" asked Lance.
"Not having a father was the least of the things I got razed about. But Darrin finally decided that he would assume the role of the man of the house. It stopped the teasing. And to give him credit he did a good job. He really did help my Mother. Darrin got a job at a department store. His discount helped when we needed to buy things. That's when his interest in business really took off. When he turned 21 decided to go into a business on his own. The smoke from his birthday cake candles hadn't even cleared before he had moved out. He packed up his red convertible and moved out of the house and out of the city. We heard from him now and then. Everything seemed to be going well with him. Well, that's what he said."
"Oh-oh, grim reality rears its ugly head." JC said.
"My brother had great business ideas but no real business sense. One deal would go bust but then another would come along. Darrin always managed to have just enough money left over to start the next venture. Soon even that was gone. Well one day he showed up at the house in his red convertible. Somehow he managed to keep that car. Mom let him stay until he was back on his feet.
Then one day he must have heard of another deal because the next day he was gone with some of the family valuables. He had gone into a strong box in the basement. There was a note saying that he was going to pay it all back and not to worry. But we never heard from him again. Not until now."
Justin puzzled. "And sneaking around in the dark isn't a real good sign that he's back to repay the money."
"You mean he'd steal from your parents again?" Lance asked.
"If he is desperate enough. He must still think of it as something he will pay back."
"But why now?"
"Well, JC, I think I've come up with the answer and you're not going to like it."
"Why stop now?"
"Good point. Darrin must have heard about Mom's surgery. There is the possibility of a hospital stay. The house would be deserted. Or even if she did come home, she'd be asleep because of the drugs. There'd be little interruption."
Justin realized the truth. "That's why you changed your mind and had us stay at her house."
"Yes, if he was trying something I wanted to stop him some way."
"Well devious."
"But there has to be something else." Justin said. "You've needed a lot of hugs since then."
Peter blushed. "Let's just say he didn't do much for my morale when I was growing up. And after I saw him I've been dreaming of those 'happy' times. There were times he was the older brother from hell."
Justin pulled Peter close. "Now wonder you were so depressed."
"I kind of dread having to see him again. I hope that knowing there's more that just Mom at home, he will just go away."
"Don't worry, Peter. You've taken on worse and won."
"Yea, but they're not relations and they didn't torment me for years."
Justin patted Peter's shoulder. "Hey, I'll be there. We can face anything together."
Peter smiled. "Thanks."
"Justin, you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm just thinking."
"You haven't said much since we left the airport."
"Sorry."
"Nervous?"
"A bit."
"Well, my Mother will be a piece of cake after meeting your parents."
Justin bristled. "Mine weren't that bad."
"That's what I mean."
"I just don't like it that she thinks I'll just dump you someday."
"She's only looking out for me. After this weekend she'll see the truth."
"I hope so."
"With your charm? No sweat."
"Mom, this is Justin."
She shook Justin's hand smiling. "Nice to meet you at last. You look so much younger in person."
Peter rolled his eyes. "Yeah, he's just a babe in the woods. I'm sort of a grandfather figure to him."
Peter's mother gave Peter a sharp glance. "Don't you talk smart."
"Wouldn't dream of it, Mother." Peter kissed his Mother's cheek. "Justin is in Darrin's room?"
"Yes," His mother looked embarrassed. "I know that you're a together but..."
"Don't worry, Mom. It was expected."
His mother glanced at Justin. "I know you must think me an old fuddy duddy."
Justin flashed his smile. "Not at all. I know this must be awkward for you. We want to make this weekend go smoothly. The least we can do is try to make you as comfortable as possible since this is your home."
"Thank you, Justin. I'd appreciate that."
Justin caught Peter's look. Cha-ching, Justin just scored his first point.
Peter gestured. "This way, Justin. I'll show you your room."
After they got settled they gathered in the kitchen. They just chatted over cold drinks. Peter's Mom seemed to be warming to Justin's charm. They discussed the schedule for the surgery tomorrow.
Peter's Mother went to the refrigerator.
"We're almost out of milk. Peter, why don't you run down the store and get some."
"Mom, you're not supposed to eat or drink anything before the surgery."
"What if you and Justin want some for breakfast tomorrow?"
"Okay, we'll go." Peter stood up.
"Surely it doesn't take two people. Besides we're having such a nice chat."
"Okay." Peter pulled out the car keys.
"Why don't you walk? It's only a few blocks."
Peter looked at Justin. "Will you be okay?"
She patted Justin's hand. "Why shouldn't he be?
Justin winked. "I'll be fine."
Peter pointed at his Mother. "No third degree or the rubber hose."
She shooed Peter away. "Will you get going."
Peter left.
She sat down at the table smiling. "He's a good boy."
Justin smiled to himself. Aged 31 and Peter was still a "boy" "He's one in a million."
They started at the same time; "I don't know what I would..." His Mother stopped.
"Do without him." Justin finished.
Peter's Mother looked steadily at Justin. "Do you really mean that?"
"I love your son more than I thought possible."
"Forgive me if I have my doubts."
"Because I'm a rock star and I'm young and good-looking?"
"I've heard stories."
"And in this case they started out to be true."
Peter's Mother nodded.
"I admit that I seduced Peter. And it is also true that I was afraid he'd tell me he loved me. But what I thought would be a weekend affair changed. And that was because of Peter."
His Mother watched Justin carefully.
"He treated me with such tenderness and care. Peter made it the most wonderful experience of my life."
"You seduced him into his take advantage of his innocence."
"I thought since we were both first timers it would even things out."
"Your first time? Surely with your popularity."
"My first time with man."
"Oh. I hope that you were..." She stopped embarrassed.
"We were and have always been safe. Have no fear of that."
"Good." She glanced up and down Justin. "You sure couldn't tell that you are gay."
"I'm BI, actually."
"Then there still could be someone else."
"No. I love Peter too much."
"But there is that other girlfriend. You seem like quite the loving couple."
"Trust me. She is just a friend. Britney may have had some ideas but she knows the truth about Peter and me. She wasn't very pleased. I think I can say she's come around now."
"I see."
"He wins them all over in the end. Everyone cares a great deal for Peter."
"Right now I'm not concerned about everyone. Peter was been though such pain in his life. I will do everything in my power to keep Peter from being hurt again."
"I could never do that."
"You say that now."
"If you only knew how miserable I was when Peter and I were apart. I'd had weekend flings before but I couldn't get Peter out of my mind. It hurt so much without him. And then one night there he was on our bus." Justin's voice broke. "He gave up everything to be with me. No one has ever done that for me before." Justin's eyes started to water up. "It was such a joy to hold him in my arms again. I'd missed him so much." He looked at Peter's Mother. Justin voice was full of emotion. "I love Peter so much."
Peter's Mother took a tissue out of her pocket and handed it to Justin. He smiled and shook his head. She returned the tissue to her pocket.
"I'm sorry about this Justin but I had to know that you really did love my son and how strong that love was."
"I understand."
She patted his hand. "I have to tell you I am impressed."
"Peter is no ordinary man."
"On that point we completely agree. Would you like a refill on the cola?"
"Yes, please."
Justin relaxed. The final hurtle was over.
The next morning they were at the hospital early. Peter was almost as nervous as his Mother was. The doctor explained that this was a simple surgery. A small hole in the side was all they needed. No incision would be necessary unless the gall bladder was inflamed. Then once the Peter's Mother woke up and they were sure she had no reactions to the anesthetics they would be free to take her home. Bed rest for a few days and she'd be back to normal.
Peter was so glad that Justin was there. It gave him someone to talk to and Peter didn't realize that he really did need Justin's support. It seemed like no time at all when the doctor approached Peter with the news that the surgery had gone well and that his Mother was in post op.
After lunch they went back. Peter's Mother was a bit groggy but they gave them the go ahead to take her home. With a quick stop to pick up her pain medicine they'd soon be home.
Lance dropped the sheets of paper to the table. He sat back with a groan.
JC looked up from the couch. "What's the matter?"
"We're in trouble."
"What do you mean?" JC went and stood by Lance.
"I've been combining the guest lists, the ones we made up and the ones our Mothers gave us. It's an outdoor wedding, JC, but we won't have room for them all."
"It can't be that bad."
Lance showed the list to JC. JC's mouth dropped open.
"Is your mother inviting all of Orlando?"
"What do you mean my Mother? Here is the list your Mother gave."
JC paged through the sheets of paper. "I don't know half of these people."
"Same with the list I got from my Mom. It seems that our wedding is the 'Don't Miss Event of the Year'."
"This is ridiculous. There's no way we can have this many people. You're going to have to talk to your Mother."
"Only after you talk to yours."
JC looked up. "Damn."
"I told you we were in trouble."
JC snapped around. "Aha! We can't have that many guests do to the environmental impact. It's an arboretum after all. We have to think about trampling the plants."
"That might work. Or they'll just suggest using the amphitheater straight off."
"Come on, Lance, we need to put our foot down on this. How many guests were you thinking of?"
"About 100 to 150."
"That's all?"
"All? This is supposed to be a declaration of our love for each other not a concert. I think smaller is more emotional."
"But Lance we have so many friends."
"Then they can come to the reception. I won't mind then."
"Some people would like to see the ceremony."
"JC, think of all the fans that would love to see the ceremony. We have to draw the line somewhere."
"I guess."
"Okay, how many guests were you thinking off?"
JC looked a little embarrassed. "200 to 300."
"Gees, JC, next we'll be renting a stadium."
JC shrugged. "I want to show you off. When I promise my love to you I want the whole world to see."
Lance reached up and patted JC's cheek. "That's sweet. But the logistics are a problem."
JC pretended to pout.
"How about we do an encore at the party afterwards?"
"It's not the same." JC sounded sad.
"Well, if you want that many people, I'll talk to Anthony about getting a sound system."
"No way, Lance. This is a ceremony not a concert."
Lance gave JC a look.
"Okay, I get it. I relent. It will be a small ceremony. Then we'll have a big party after."
"Thank you, JC." Lance took JC by the neck and pulled him into a kiss.
JC stood up. "What can I do? I just can't say no to those eyes of yours."
"You're marrying me for my eyes?"
"Partially. There are lots of things about you I like. But when they're all rolled together into one package. That's when the love comes in."
"JC, you already have me. You don't have to woo me all over again."
"But it's fun." JC leaned down to look Lance in the face. "I love making you blush." JC gave Lance a quick kiss.
"Thanks. But to get back to the topic."
JC leered at Lance. "What topic?"
"The guest list. This thing is going to have to be cut down to a quarter of the size."
JC sighed. "I'll call Mother."
"Wait. Let's do it together but we'll distract them first."
"What do you mean?"
"We'll get them together then give them the responsibility for the reception/party. They'll get so caught up that they could care less about the ceremony guest list."
"Lance, that's a wonderful idea."
"I have my moments."
"She's asleep." Peter flopped down on the couch next to Justin. "It has been a long day."
"And you need a break."
"I can't leave her."
"How about a walk? We'll be gone for just fifteen minutes or so. She'll be all right. Come on, Peter. You need it."
Peter gave in. "Okay." He thought for a bit. "I know the perfect place."
They had walked about three blocks when they came over a hill.
"There," Peter pointed.
Before them was a park.
"Come on, Justin."
Peter went running to the playground. Justin followed. Peter made beeline to the swings. He sat in one and began pumping his legs.
"Come on, Justin. Try it out."
"I haven't been on a swing for ages."
"There's no one around. Come on. Look at the chains. They'll hold you."
"I'll try not to take that personal." Justin felt like a fool but he sat down and began to swing.
"Oh, that tingly feeling in the stomach that never goes away. I miss this."
Justin felt it, too. That ticklish feeling as he swung. Peter was right. Justin was almost giddy.
Peter started to laugh. Justin joined him. They were kids again. Justin watched Peter swing back and forth. They'd swing in tandem then Peter would get ahead of him and they'd pass by each other.
Justin suddenly realized that Peter was doing it again. The world had just changed perspective for Justin. He had shown Peter hotels and Jacuzzis. Peter was showing his swings and playgrounds. Justin showed Peter what money could buy. Peter showed Justin you're never too old to play.
"Ready, Justin?"
"What for?"
"One, two, three-Geromino!" Peter jumped off the swing. He landed in the sand laughing.
"Come on, Justin. Surely you've done this before?"
"Ah, sure." Justin jumped. He felt the drop in his stomach as he leapt from the swing. Justin landed next to Peter.
"That was fun."
Justin looked up at Peter. "Yes, it was." Justin was getting into this. "How about the tire swing?"
"Ah, no, Justin. I get dizzy easily. I tend to throw up."
"Then nix the tire swing."
"Come on."
They clambered around the playground equipment like two kids.
Peter finally had to try the monkey bars. He took hold of the first bar and bending his legs so they didn't touch the ground. Peter swung to take hold of the next bar.
"Come on, Peter. You can do it." Justin coaxed him on.
Peter swung to the next bar then the next.
"I don't think I can make it."
"Sure you can. Move that fat butt."
"I do not have a fat butt."
"Oh, really." Justin walked over and pulled down Peter's pants.
Peter let go of the bar and fell against Justin. The two landed in the sand laughing.
Peter pulled up his pants. "You perv."
Justin laughed. "My the moon is full tonight."
Peter gave Justin a quick kiss.
"Now that's more like it. Is there somewhere we can smooch?"
"I know where."
Peter took hold of Justin's hand. He went down a path that led to a group of trees surrounded by bushes. Not stopping he brought Justin along a path through the bushes. Then all at once they were in a clearing.
The path led to a bridge that crossed a small brook.
They stopped on the bridge. Before Peter could say anything Justin's was kissing him. After a few moments they parted.
They stood with their arms wrapped around each other watching the water flow by.
"I've always loved this place. Whenever I was sad I came here. It always cheered me up."
"Then let's not stop now." Justin leaned close to Peter.
Peter felt Justin's hand on his crotch. "Justin, not now."
"Why not?" Justin rubbed harder. "You said you always came here. Now its my turn to make you."
Justin unzipped Peter's pants.
"Justin, please. There may be people about."
"We haven't seen anyone." Justin pulled Peter's cock out. "Just a quick hand job and we'll start back."
"Justin, I...oh, my god!"
Peter's head snapped back as Justin's hand closed around his cock. Justin stopped to lick his hand then continued.
"That is so good, Justin."
Justin stroked Peter's cock. Up and down the shaft twisting his hand now and then to hit all the sensitive places. He rubbed his fingertips across the mushroom head. Peter gasped.
"But Justin, its not fair that only I..."
"Then take hold of this." Justin grabbed Peter's wrist and moved his hand. Peter's hand found Justin's already hard cock.
Peter licked his hand and started stroking Justin in turn.
The minutes passed. They were in such joy. Each of them giving each other such pleasures. They didn't hear the footsteps until they were very close.
Peter and Justin pressed up against the side of the bridge.
A couple walked arm in arm by them over the bridge.
"Wonderful evening isn't it."
"Fantastic." Peter replied with more emotion than he had intended. "Enjoy the rest of the evening." The couple said as they passed by the bend in the path and were gone.
"We will." Justin almost laughed.
"Justin, why didn't you stop? Those people passed by and you still stroking me off. What if they saw?"
"It was too dark and they were too much into each other."
"Justin, I..." Peter tried to sound mad.
"Don't give my any bullshit. You're still hard. You got off on that."
Peter grinned. "It was the swings."
"Oh, really? Then its time for one, two, three- Geronimo." Justin sped up his strokes. He tightened his hand around Peter's cock.
"Oh, Justin. I..." Peter moaned.
"Come on, Peter. Last one to cum is a rotten egg."
"You're on." Peter's hand slid faster up and down Justin's cock.
They stroked each other with fervor.
Peter started to tense up first.
"Oh, Justin. Damn, I think I'm..."
"Sh, there may be people about."
Peter was breathing heavily. He grasped the railing.
"Oh, my. Geromino!"
Justin felt Peter's cock constrict and throb in his hand. He could feel ever contraction that pumped the cum from Peter's cock. Justin let himself go. Peter's hand was feeling too good. He let the climax take him.
Justin's hips thrust his cock into Peter's hand. He felt the cock spew its white load.
Soon they both were breathing easier. They did up their pants.
Peter placed a quick kiss on Justin's lips.
"Thank you, Justin. I needed that."
"Hm, my pleasure, lover. Let's go back."
Peter paused. "Justin, I love you."
Justin's voice had a touch of the old ego. "Of course."
Peter swatted Justin's butt.
"Ow!"
"Don't be a smart ass."
"I am now."
Smack. "Ow, Justin."
"We share everything right?"
Peter rubbed his ass. "Touche'."
Peter gave Justin a hug. They started back to the house.
They turned the corner. Peter froze.
"What's wrong?"
"Shit!"
"Peter, what..."
Peter started running. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!"
Justin was quick at his heels. "What is it?"
Peter pointed.
There was a red convertible parked in the driveway.
"Oh, shit."
"Faster, Justin."
Peter reached the front door first. He was inside in a flash. Justin quickly followed.
Peter stopped in the living room not knowing where to look first. There was a coat on the couch.
Peter thought of his first concern. "Mom."
He went to the bedroom door. Quietly he opened it and peered in.
"Well?" Justin whispered in his ear.
Peter closed the door again. "She's still asleep. He's not in there."
"Then where?"
Peter knew the place. "The basement."
Peter's brother was bent over pulling wood out from under the workbench. He was so intent he didn't hear them come down the stairs.
"Looking for something?"
Peter's brother stood up and spun around. He was slightly taller than Peter with a muscular build. Seeing Peter he broke into a smile.
"Bro, it's been a long time. You look well. Still not working on the body though."
Peter was in no mood for pleasantries. "What are you doing here?"
"What else? Visiting Momma. After her surgery it is only right."
"The bedroom's upstairs. Or have you been gone too long to remember that."
"Momma was asleep. I didn't want to wake her."
"So you had a sudden craving for carpentry?"
"I was just wanted to pick up a few things."
"Don't bother looking for the strong box. Everything has been moved to a safety deposit box in town."
His brother looked disappointed. "Damn. I was hoping to get my class ring."
"You picked that up the last time you were here."
"Oh, that's right. What a memory you have."
"That's just because mine disappeared along with yours and several of Dad's coin collections."
The smiled left his brother's face. "It was just a loan. I will pay it back. Every penny."
Peter gestured to the stairs. "Are you through down here? Or do you want to pick up some wood?"
The smile returned to his brother's lips. "I guess I'm through." He started past Peter. He slugged Peter's shoulder. Peter didn't even wince even though Justin saw that it was a hard hit.
"You can still take it. I taught you well."
"Yes, you did." Peter barely hid the edge in his voice.
They started up the stairs.
Peter's brother nodded at Justin. "So it's true what I heard. You and NSYNC are fast friends. Or are you two boyfriends?"
"None of your business, Darrin."
"Okay." They made their way to the living room. "Well, you turned out okay after all."
"I think you'd better go."
"Some welcome for a long lost brother."
Peter sneered. "Did you really expect one after what you did?"
"I said I'll pay it back and I will." He started past Peter. "I'll just say hi and goodbye to Momma."
Peter moved to block his way. "Just go."
His brother grinned. "My, how forceful. You'll be a man yet. Can't I at least see her?"
Peter relented. "Try not to wake her."
His brother went to the bedroom door and looked in.
Peter went to the couch and grabbed his brother's coat.
Justin just stood there. He had never seen Peter like this before. He was so in charge but there were emotions he was just barely keeping in check.
Soon his brother returned.
"She looks well. Everything go well with the surgery?"
"Yes. She just needs a few days rest."
Peter's brother smiled again. "You've taken good care of her. I'm proud of you."
Peter held out the coat. "I'll tell her you were here."
His brother laughed. "Still don't trust me?"
"Do you blame me?"
"Nope. Not in the slightest." He put on the coat. An object fell from the pocket. He quickly reached for it but Peter kicked it away.
Peter picked it up. He eyes turned to his brother. "Mom's pocketbook. Another loan?"
"The cash, yes. The credit cards she can report as stolen. She wouldn't have to pay for a thing."
Peter no longer hid his anger. "Get out."
"Please, at least leave me the cash." The cocky attitude vanished. His brother's voice was desperate. "It's important."
"I'll bet."
Peter's brother began to shake. "I need to pay some people off. Please, Peter. It's a matter of life or death. They could kill me."
Justin watched Peter. He didn't move.
Peter checked. There was no trace of worry in his brother's aura. "You're lying."
His brother dropped the act. "Okay. But I need that cash."
Peter put the pocketbook on the table. "No way. Not from Mom."
"You must had quite a wad if you're with him now." Peter's brother nodded at Justin. "Then I'll try the usual way." His brother was on Peter before he knew it.
Justin moved to help but before he could get close Peter had ducked from under his brother's attack. He spun around his brother, grabbing his arm and pinning it behind him. Peter pushed his brother against the wall.
His brother was stunned. "How?"
"You didn't know that I worked as a bodyguard for NSYNC."
Justin was surprised by how fast Peter had acted. "But, Peter?"
"Lonnie taught me a few things. Now let's see what else my dear brother may have picked up." Peter reached for his brother's pants pocket.
"I don't want no fag's hand in my pants."
"Justin, why don't you do the honors."
His brother struggled.
"We can do this with your pants on or off. Which is it?"
The struggling stopped. "It's not fair two to one."
"Life isn't fair. Deal with it."
Justin tried each pants pocket. Everything belonged to his brother.
"Satisfied."
"Not yet. Justin try the shirt pocket."
His brother began struggling again. Peter twisted his arm higher.
"Ow, damn it. That hurts!"
Justin dug into the shirt pocket. He pulled out several pieces of jewelry.
"It that it?" Peter snapped.
"Yes."
Peter twisted the arm.
"Yes, goddamnit! That's all I took."
Peter released his hold.
His brother rubbed his arm.
"You do have some muscle. I guess I was wrong about you."
Peter glared at his brother. "Get out of this house."
"This is my house to."
"You lost that right when you stole from your own parents."
His brother growled. "It was a loan."
"When you got the chance you left your home fast enough."
"That was to make money for the family."
"And now you take it from the family?"
His brother's anger showed. "I said I'll pay it back and I will."
"Get out."
"Peter, I..."
"Justin, please. This is between my brother and me."
His brother started to feel a little cocky. "And if I don't leave. Who's going to make me? You, sissy boy?"
"Now you've done it." Justin muttered. He knew better than to piss Peter off.
The two brothers faced each other.
Peter moved until his brother had his back to the door. "Didn't I just prove it?"
"You caught me off guard."
"Didn't look like it to me." Justin added.
"Go." Peter glared at his brother.
"No." His brother moved to take a step toward Peter. He was surprised to find that instead he actually took a step back. He tried it again. The same thing happened. He was somehow being pushed toward the door.
"What the hell is happening?"
Peter's eyes never left his brother. "Justin."
"I'll get the door." Justin opened and held the screen door.
Peter looked hard at his brother. "Are you going to leave on your own?"
Peter's brother tried his last bit of bravado. "Make me, sissy boy."
Peter's voice was soft but firm. "Okay."
Justin watched Peter. His eyes locked on his brother.
His brother winced. He could feel the air around him almost crackling with energy. The look on Peter's face sent the last bit of bravado from his brother. He actually felt nervous almost frightened.
"I want you out of this house." Peter finished in a harsh whisper. "Now!"
Justin watched as Peter's brother shot past him out the door.
His brother found himself rolling on the grass in the front yard. How had he got here? He scrambled to sit up.
Peter stood in the doorway. He pointed to the convertible.
"Get out of here."
Peter's brother started to stand then fell back. He winced with pain.
"I think my ankles broken."
Peter turned slightly. "Justin, call 911. I'm sorry, Darrin. We'll get an ambulance." Peter paused. "Of course, sometimes the police come with the ambulance."
"Okay," His brother's hands went up. "I'm going."
Even in his anger Peter was still relieved that his brother's limp got less as he made his way to the car.
There was a screech of tires as the convertible left the driveway. As he sped away Peter's brother narrowly missed a station wagon with military markings heading the opposite way.
Peter walked back into the house. Justin closed the screen door.
Peter stood there not blinking.
"Peter, you really kicked some ass."
"He was my brother." Peter said sadly.
"Peter?" came a small voice.
They turned. Peter's mother stood in the hallway. "Was that Darrin?"
Peter went to her. "Mom, you should be in bed."
She was total bewildered. "You threw him out of the house. He was always stronger than you were. How did you do that?"
Justin grinned. "He's changed a bit after being with NSYNC."
She looked at Justin but pointed to Peter. "Did you do this?"
"I helped a little bit with the self confidence." Justin smiled. Peter smiled back.
"But why? What was Darrin doing here?"
"That's what I'd like to know," a deep male voice added.
They all turned to the door.
Justin saw an older man with gray hair standing in the doorway. He wore a military uniform.
Peter and his mother were totally surprised.
"Henry?"
"Dad?"
He dropped his duffel bag to the floor. Rushing to his wife he took her into his arms.
"Ouch, Henry!"
Peter's father loosened his hug. "Sorry. I forgot."
"What are you doing here?"
"My wife was going into surgery so they let me have leave."
She searched her husband's eyes. "But you said you couldn't get away."
"Well, that's all changed now." He stepped back. "That can wait. What I want to know is what happened here. That was Darrin I saw driving off wasn't it?"
"Yes," Peter's mother said. "Peter threw him out of the house."
"But why?"
Peter picked up the pocketbook and the jewelry. "I'm afraid he was looking for another loan."
Justin watched Peter's parents as the reality sank in.
His father looked at Peter. There was amazement in his voice. "You stopped him."
Peter shrugged. "I had to."
Peter's father put his hand on Peter's shoulder. "His just desserts after all those years he tormented you."
"No, it wasn't about revenge. Once he did help the family. But he was stealing from you. I couldn't let him do that."
Peter's father took him by the shoulders. "Good job, son."
Peter glanced over to see Justin beaming with pride. After his father stepped back Peter did the honors.
"Dad, this is Justin."
"Ah, yes. The NSYNC singer."
"Peter brought him here to meet his parents." Peter's mother added.
"Mom."
His dad looked puzzled. "A couple, huh?"
Peter's mother smiled. "And very much in love. That's why Peter moved to Orlando."
His father looked sternly at Justin. "Well, he better be worth it to take you away from being a help to your mother."
Peter couldn't believe his father had said that. "He is, Dad. It was a difficult decision."
Peter's father smiled. "Then I am happy for you. I don't understand it, but I know now how much he must mean to you. Being there for your mother was very important to you. I always appreciated that."
Peter seemed a little uneasy. "Thanks, Dad."
Justin watched as Peter's father put his hand on his son's shoulder.
"Don't worry about your mother. She will be looked after."
"Who by?" Peter said softly.
"Me."
"Dad?"
"Henry?"
Peter's father turned to his wife. "I never had to fret any because I knew that my sons were watching out for you. Now with the last one moving away..." He shrugged.
Peter's mother gaped. "You're retiring from the service?"
"Not quite that. I've asked for a transfer to the Army base by the airport. It's only part time so I can keep my hand in."
Justin watched the tears form in Peter's eyes. He looked back and forth between his parents. They were becoming a family again.
Peter's father emerged from the bedroom. He sat down at the table with Justin and Peter.
"She's asleep. Thank you for everything you did today."
"No problem, Dad."
Justin felt in the way plus he was a little intimidated by Peter's father. "I'm going out for some air."
As he got up Peter's eyes followed him. "I'll be out in a bit."
When Justin left Peter's father spoke. "You really do love," he paused, "him."
"Very much. I've never felt like this about anyone."
"I can believe that." His father smiled. "Well, I should be happy. My youngest son has discovered sex at last." He slapped Peter's shoulder.
"Dad."
"Okay, it's not with a female but hey."
Peter looked down. "I'm sorry, Dad. I know I wasn't exactly the son that you wanted."
"Are you kidding? I didn't recognize you tonight. I am proud of you."
"Not always. Not when you found out."
"Okay, you've got me there. But I was thinking with an Army mind not a father's. No, I can't blame this on the Army. It was how I felt. It was the way I was brought up to think."
Peter just nodded.
"You never asked what changed my mind."
"I thought it was the murders of the two gay military men."
"Partially that. At first I couldn't understand why they'd go into the military knowing how homophobic it could be. But they felt the need to serve like I did. But some had other reasons. I heard of a few men that had enlisted because they had no where else to go. Their families had thrown them out of their homes. Of course they couldn't say why, but you got to realize the truth. Some of them worked so hard to measure up and fit in. It was a chance to belong to a new family. I guess a homophobic military is better than no family at all."
Peter sat listening to his father talk. He needed to get this out.
"I know that I'm not the best father but how could they cut their own children dead like that? I mean I'm still not overjoyed that you're gay. But you are still my son."
Their eyes met.
"Was I any kind of a father to you?"
"Sure, Dad."
"But I wasn't around to take you to ball games or play catch with you."
Peter shrugged. "I wasn't into those things anyway."
His father smiled. "Maybe if I did..."
Peter looked seriously at his father. "You could not have kept me from being gay. I was born this way. I knew I liked men from an early age. It just took me awhile to understand that."
"Did you hate not having your father around?"
"Sometimes. I thought that you would keep Darrin from picking on me so much." This next bit would hurt but his father did ask. "But as I grew up I was glad you weren't here all the time."
His father looked up. "Why?"
"Because I would have had two people not just Darrin trying to keep me from being such a 'sissy'." Peter looked at his father. "Am I right?"
His father's face fell. "Yes. You're right. I would have been trying to change you. Your life would have been hell. Even your own father."
"As long as I didn't know how you really felt I had a bit of hope."
"Peter, I just was never cut out to be a father. Once your brother was born the whole fatherhood obligation got to me. I ran back to the military. I managed holiday visits or a short leave for a pat on the back then I'd return to the orderly life of the military. I am a real lousy father." He waited. "I wish you'd yell or smack me or something. It would make me feel less guilty."
"A sissy boy wouldn't do that."
His father winced.
Peter looked at the table. "There are all kinds of fathers. You did what you could. And I wanted you to be proud of me."
"I am. You were always there for your Mother."
"Even in those short visits I learned that you loved me." Peter looked at his father. "I wish you and Mom would stop blaming yourselves about me being gay. It wasn't your fault."
His father nodded.
"Besides, I'm sure some very loving and doting parents had children who turned out different then they hoped for. I bet Hitler was a shock to his parents."
"And that's supposed to make me feel better?"
"No, it's supposed to make you laugh. Believe it or not I love you, Dad, no matter what."
"Thanks, Peter." His father seemed to trembling on the edge of emotion. The emotion door slammed shut. He slapped the table. "Someone's waiting. Off with you. But don't let the neighbors see you two kissing."
"No, Dad. I won't be an embarrassment to the family."
"Ah, about that, are you and Justin..."
Peter smiled to see his military father flustered. "I'm in my old room. Justin's in Darrin's. If you are uncomfortable we can always find a motel."
His father stammered. "No. I just..." He smiled. "Thanks, I feel better."
"I'd never want to freak out my own parents."
Justin stood looking up at the night sky. Peter walked up and put his arm around him.
"Beautiful isn't it?"
"So many more stars than in the city." Justin felt Peter squeeze him tighter. "Everything okay?"
"Wonderful. Thanks for being here."
"Hell, I wouldn't have missed it for the world." Justin balked. "I'm sorry. He was your brother."
Peter chuckled. "Probably off nursing his wounds. Poor guy being bettered by his 'sissy boy' younger brother."
Justin pulled Peter around to face him. "I can't imagine what it was like for you growing up with that."
"Forget it, Justin. That chapter in my life is closed." Peter brushed Justin's cheek. "You've made up for all of it." He leaned toward Justin.
Justin stopped Peter. "What about the neighbors?"
Peter walked Justin to the back of the garage. They stepped into the shadow cast by the maple tree in the moonlight. He pulled Justin to him. Their lips pressed against each other's. Peter let all of the fear and dread within him go. It was over. Justin was in his arms and Peter could feel the love around him.
Suddenly a loud blaring started. Lights began to flash between the two garages. The neighbor's door opened.
"Goddamnit, not again." He fumbled with the control.
Peter's father stood on the front step. "Damn it, Sullivan. Will you stop that racket? My wife is trying to sleep."
The car alarm turned off.
"Henry, is that you?"
"Yeah, just got back tonight."
"Come on over tomorrow, we'll watch the game."
"You've got it."
Two doors slammed closed.
Justin pulled back. "What was that?"
"I didn't hear a thing." He caressed Justin's cheek. Peter wished he could see Justin's face by moonlight.
Justin chuckled.
"What?"
"You're humming again."
"I'm sorry."
"Don't be. I like it. What is it this time?"
"'We Kiss in a Shadow'. It's from 'The King and I'."
"Go ahead. Hit me."
Peter began to sing softly:
"We kiss in a shadow. We hide from the moon.
Our meetings are few and over too soon.
We speak in a whisper, afraid to be heard.
When people are near, we speak not a word.
Alone in our secret, together we sigh
For one smiling day to be free.
To kiss in the sunlight and say to the sky
Behold and believe what you see!
Behold how my lover loves me!"
"That's beautiful." Justin looked lovingly at Peter. He wished he could see Peter's face. "A prophecy?"
"Well, there still is your public. But no, the people we care about know now. That smiling day is here, right now."
"Well, then." Justin took Peter's hand. They walked from the maple tree's shadow.
"Justin, I promised."
"Are you ashamed of me?"
"You know I'm not."
"Then let's see each other."
Justin led Peter into the moonlight. They turned and looked into each other's eyes.
"Just one word needs to be changed." Justin sang:
"Alone in our secret, together we sigh
For one smiling day to be free.
To kiss in the moonlight and say to the sky
Behold and believe what you see!
Behold how my lover loves me!"
They stood looking into each other's eyes. Leaning close they kissed.
His wife stood by the open window.
"You should be asleep."
"Not with that car alarm going off, people shouting and doors slamming."
He took her in his arms. "Sorry. Do I hear singing?"
"Yes." She nodded to the window. "Our son and Justin."
"Damn it, I told him not to be seen."
"Oh, Henry, stop. No one can see them but us. It's so romantic."
"You like that?"
"Yes. And if you weren't so damn militarily macho you would, too."
"Some parents we turned out to be. One son steals from us and the other is a queer."
She slapped her husband's shoulder. "You say that word again and you will wish you were back in basic training. They both did their best for this family. And after all that Peter has been through, he deserves some happiness."
"But with a..."
"Yes, Henry?" She warned.
"A Rock star. He's a public figure. They'll hardly be together. Can't be much of a love life."
"Tell me about it."
"You'd better get back to bed." They kissed.
She put a hand on his cheek. "Welcome home, Henry." She crawled back into bed.
Peter's father stood watching the two lovers in the moonlight. He looked up to the night sky.
"Watch over him will you. I still don't get this gay thing but if he was born that way then you must have a plan for him." He looked at the two of them. "Is this it? Even if it isn't, please keep him happy. He's a son of mine. God knows that he certainly deserves some happiness for a change."
"Henry, come to bed."
He took one last look at the moon then walked away from the window.
"You know," Peter started saying, "now that Dad is back living with Mom I have only one person to concentrate all my time and energy on.
Justin smiled his impish smile. "Yeah, me."
"Are you ready for that?"
"And how."
Peter saw the look in Justin's eyes. He felt the tears start to form.
"All the time I was growing up I never thought... If I had only believed that this..."
Justin held a finger to Peter's lips. "Sh. Let me show you how your lover loves you." Justin pressed his lips to Peter's. He held Peter as close as he could. After a few moments the kissing stopped.
Peter looked up at the moon relishing Justin's body pressed to his. He started singing softly, again. Justin joined him. They broke into harmony.
"To kiss in the moonlight and say to the sky
Behold and believe what you see!
Behold how my lover loves me!"
The two of them stood the moonlight basking in their love. Peter had never felt so happy.
End Part 31.
Okay, not much of JC and Lance. Sorry. I had started with Peter just going home then his whole past suddenly poured into the story. Well, for those people who asked me 'Why was Peter this way?' I hope that explained it.
Anyway, with the 'coming out' and the wedding and everything in between JC and Lance will be more in the picture in later parts.
As always any thoughts you'd like to share send to pete1211@aol.com. Thanks to you who have written. It really energizes a writer to know how the writing is being received.
Time to move on to the next part. Thanks very much for taking the time to read!