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Author's note:
This is my second story, the first one being "Love on Iradnia" in the Sci-fi/fantasy section. Any comments you may have can be sent to mystories92@gmail.com. Flames will be ignored.
Once again, thank you for readin my story, I really appreciate all the support and comments coming in. I'm sorry this chapter was a little late in being posted. Iwas quite busy these past few days. Anyway here is CHapter 6. Tell me what you thought about it.
Oh and to my wonderful friend Jamie J., thanks for being such a wonderful person.
Chapter 6: Can this really be happening?
Dean
I heard him before I saw him. His breathing was frantic and his feet were pounding on the grass.
"Dean, can we talk?"
I laughed inwardly. Why now? Did his conscious get the better of him?
I sat still, with my knees up to my chin and my head in my arms, sniffling softly. I didn't really want to talk to him. If he really cared for me, he would have stopped his friends from picking on me.
"Please Dean!" He pleaded. I continued to sit still.
I could hear him crying. I hated when he cried. What I really wanted to do was rush into his arms and tell him it was okay, that I was happy we were friends, deep down in my heart. But I couldn't forget his betrayal. Sneaking around behind my back with my girlfriend! When I found out, he didn't even come and explain why, although really, I didn't give him the chance. But earlier that day, when he just stood there and watched me get pushed, well I guess that was as much as I could take.
"Dean, please listen to me. I'm so sorry about today. I really am."
"Yeah right," I mumbled in the comfort of my own arms. "Why didn't you stop them in the first place?"
He was silent for a minute, then: "I honestly don't know. I guess I just switched myself off from the whole situation."
I looked up at him and frowned, "So the urge to protect your best friend just wasn't there? You just switched off?"
He wiped the tears from his eyes. He seemed to look lost.
Ugh, who was I kidding, I couldn't really stay mad at him. I wanted him back as my friend. But that didn't mean I was going to make it easy for him!
"I don't know what else to say... After you ran off, I just went to class; I didn't even talk to them. I'm sorry Dean, for everything. I want you back as my friend, my best friend... my... brother. I love you Dean."
I was shocked. I think my pupils must have dilated and become these tiny dots in my eyes. Did he really just say he loved me?
"Do you know what it took for me to realize my mistake? That I was a horrible fuck-up?" he asked me.
I just stared at him. Obviously I didn't know the answer.
"It was our new teacher, Mr. Jansen."
Mr. Jansen? But why would he do something like this. We barely even knew each other.
Josh went on, "Somehow he knew what happened between us, and I thank God for what he did... I think he cares for you"
What? What did josh mean by that?
"He told me that a friend lasts forever. That a girlfriend might not be there the next day. And he's right!"
I had to agree with Josh, or rather, Mr. Jansen. A friendship was supposed to last forever.
But now the hard part came- forgiveness.
Could I forgive him? Could I forget about everything that happened?
He said he loved me, that I was his brother. Tears started forming in my eyes. He said I was his brother!
I guess you could say that what he said effectively broke all sexual feelings I had towards him. I no longer saw him that way. I think deep down I saw him as a brother as well. I loved him, yes, I loved him with all my heart, yes, and I could forgive him. I wanted him back, needed him back.
My face broke into a huge tear-filled grin. I did what I wanted to do. I rushed into him arms and held him tight, right there under the bleachers.
"I'm sorry Dean," Josh sobbed into my neck.
"Shh, it's okay, I forgive you."
"Really, you do?" he looked at me with a tear streaked face. There was love in his eyes. If my crush hadn't ended when he referred to me as his brother, I would have kissed him.
"Yes, although we're gonna have to work on it."
Suddenly he had this determined look on his face. "Yes, I'm gonna make it up to you. And the first order of business is that I'm going to break up with Danielle."
You know if he had said that a few days earlier or maybe a few weeks earlier, I would have been totally happy. But now, I didn't really want to make his life unhappy.
"You don't have to do that! Doesn't she make you happy?"
He hesitated, "Well... yes, but you are more important."
"No, I won't have you doing that!" I stated firmly. To tell you the truth, I was over her, and I thought that maybe we could be friends. It's not like I was gonna fall in love with her.
"Are you sure?" he asked me.
"Yes, if she makes you happy, then that's fine, so long as I have my best friend back."
He grinned broadly at me and then hugged me. I think I could get use to his hugs.
"Come on, I'll drive you home." He told me.
Cian
I managed to pull myself together. I gathered my things and rushed out of the kitchen. I made my way outside to see Dean and Josh get in car and drive off.
I hope that punk doesn't break his heart again. I saw the bus coming down the road and I hurried to the bus stop so that I wouldn't miss it. On the bus ride home I couldn't help but think back on everything I said to josh and his friends.
Everything I did was because I wanted to see Dean happy. Reading his story on the net made me realize how much more he deserved out of life, it also made me realize that I was falling for him... deeply.
Can this really be happening? Me falling in love? This had never happened to me before, and I couldn't fathom why it had to happen now. I couldn't let it happen, I was his teacher, and teacher student relationships are not good, not approved.
But I wanted him. I wanted to make him happy. I wanted to hold him when he was sad, cuddle with him in bed and whisper sweet nothings in his ear. Pathetic right? Right? I didn't think so.
Later that evening I was in my room staring at myself in the mirror. I looked horrible. Can you believe I was still working myself up over my feelings for dean?
I took a curly lock of hair in between my two fingers and sighed.
Knock! Knock! The door opened and Kayla walked in. "Hey gorgeous! Come one, spill." She demanded, and promptly made herself comfortable on my bed.
I sighed again and went and sat down next to her. I began to relate my day to her, telling her about my little tiff with the lunch lady and me witnessing Dean get bullied. I told her everything, except the fact that I was in love with Dean. I couldn't voice that yet. I couldn't quite accept it.
"Cian, if you weren't gay I'd have made you my boyfriend and never let you go. How can such a beautiful person like yourself be so sensitive and caring?"
"It's in the genes," I said, trying to lighten the mood.
She laughed, but then looked serious again. "You're in love with him, aren't you?" she asked me.
"No! No, he's just a friend. And besides, we don't know that he's gay, and I hardly know him," I lied. I knew plenty about him and I certainly knew about his sexuality.
I spent the next few minutes trying to convince Kayla... and myself that I wasn't in love with Dean. It was half successful. I managed to convince her, but it didn't really work on me. "Why do you keep fidgeting with your hair?" Kayla asked me, exasperation clear in her tone.
I didn't realize I was playing with my hair. Of course, it was a nasty habit of mine, and got me laughed at plenty of times back home. I was getting tired of the curly look now, and I told Kayla that.
"My hair's not normally curly. This was my holiday look. My hair's actually as straight as an arrow, unlike me," I joked. She laughed, "Oh, I know! Let's blow dry your hair. I bet you look absolutely hot with straight hair."
Mmm, I thought it was a good idea.
"Okay, do you have a hairdryer? And more importantly, can you blow hair?"
"Of course! What do you take me for?" She said indignantly.
The next hour or so was spent washing my hair and sitting in a chair while Kayla busied herself making me look `fabulous' (her words.) I was playing music through my phone, as I didn't have a stereo yet. We were giggling at her antics at school and I was telling her all about my home, when a song started to play. I knew it very well and I got caught up in it. The chorus started to play and I sang along:
You lift my feet off the ground You spin me around You make me crazier, crazier Feels like I'm falling in and I I'm lost in your eyes You make me crazier, crazier, crazier...
Taylor Swift made such beautiful songs. That was exactly how I felt when I thought about Dean.
I watched from a distance as you Made life move on Every sky was your own kind of blue And I wanted to know How that would feel And you made it so real You showed me something that I couldn't see You opened my eyes and you made me believe...
The chorus played again and I listened silently as it came to an end, Kayla had stopped talking and was looking at me intently through the mirror.
"Beautiful song isn't it?" I smiled at her.
She nodded and then seemed to return to her normal yammering self. A few minutes later and she declared that she was done and that I indeed looked fabulous, "Like Joe Jonas."
"Yeah, right!" I snorted.
She giggled and I decided to shoo her out of my room, while I myself was giggling. Kayla did manage to brighten my mood. I went and took a long hot bath (while keeping my hair dry of course,) brushed my teeth and settled in contentedly on my bed.
A few days later, Friday to be exact, and I was feeling frustrated and alone, even with Kayla and her family watching over me, I still felt lonely. On the bright side, Dean and Josh managed to make friends, but I still felt a bit of tension between the two of them. What was weird though was that Dean and Danielle were becoming fast friends again, like nothing had ever happened. The three of them sat at a table in the cafeteria behaving like the teenagers they were, while I sat in the teacher's lounge trying to make conversation with the 48 year old Mr. Ross.
I was a little nervous to see how the rest of the teachers at the school would handle me, but it was all for naught. Most of them accepted me for what I was, a teacher, and they treated me as an equal.
But I wasn't having fun.
I admit I had to grow up quickly back home. It wasn't an easy environment to live in and my childhood was pretty much spent trying to work hard at school and then go on to college early. The bell rang and I sighed. I had Dean's class now, and we were doing theory work. I knew they'd be bored to smithereens by it, but the work had to be done.
I resigned myself and went to class, thinking I wouldn't have any real friends here.
Maybe I should ask Kayla where the nearest club was, and go partying, see if there was any potential. Oh who am I kidding! I don't really go to clubs. Hehe. This was definitely going to be a long day.
Ding dong! I heard the doorbell ringing downstairs. I had been at home for about an hour now and was trying to take a nap. "Cian, there's someone here for you!" Mrs Tennyson screamed. Jeez, she was loud. Someone for me? That couldn't be, I didn't know anyone else in the states.
I went downstairs and to the door to see who it could be. A raven haired god! Muscle like it was nobody's business, hair styled to perfection. A grey suit that fit him like a tight glove and a smile that showed confidence, piercing ice blue eyes.
And he looked very familiar.
Where did I see him before?
"Hello, can I help you?" I asked nervously. Why was this stud looking for me?
He chuckled. A deep and rich sound emanating from him. "It is me, Julian," his accent was thick. Spanish?
Julian, Julian? Wait, wait! JULIAN! As in Julian Romero. My mom's Julian?
I was speechless. What was he doing here? Why wasn't he with my mom?
"Uh Cian, are you alright?" he asked full of concern.
Hehe. This guy was practically my step father already. And it was the first time I met him in person.
"Y-Yes, but why are you here?" I stammered.
"To see to you," he said simply.
I was feeling a bit giddy. "Me?" I squeaked out.
Hehe. Look at me, I was a blubbering fool in front of my soon to be step father. Of course, the big question wasn't asked yet, but I knew it was inevitable.
"Yes you. Your mother told me she was worried for you. And I've come to see to you."
"Wait, wait. Hehe, um, okay, come inside," I said motioning him in.
WOW, he came just for me. I knew he was a rich and busy man, but he actually took the time to come see me.
We both sat down in the living room. "Your mother does not know that I am here. I wanted to meet you and see if you were comfortable."
I felt a pang of guilt for feeling so lonely here. But Julian's gesture and thought made me feel loved.
I knew then that he would make a wonderful addition to our family.
"I want to ask your mother to marry me," he said nervously.
"I'm not surprised," blurted without thinking. I quickly went on, "I mean, you two are practically married already."
He looked at me with concern, "And how do you feel about it?"
"Honestly, I'M HAPPY!" I exclaimed. I decided to just accept him and be myself around him, seeing as he was going to be my stepfather.
The poor guy looked so relieved, I couldn't help but chuckle. "So what is the real reason you're here?" I asked.
"I told you. You." I must admit, I felt really happy then.
"I'm going to set you up in your own place."
"What?" I exclaimed.
"Hehe, yes. I do not want to see my future children not living comfortably."
"But I'm fine here. The Tennyson's are glad to have me."
"Yes, I know that, and I am eternally grateful for their hospitality, but you are a man now, and you need to have your own things."
The next few minutes were spent getting to know each other and planning my permanent existence in San Diego. I loved it here, and I loved my job. I think I could grow to love Julian as my father, he was a good man.
He told me he was staying in a nearby hotel, and had to leave as he was tired from the flight here. I thanked him profusely and showed him to the door. I looked outside and saw the car he was driving and drooled at the sight. A sexy car turns me on. I think I failed to mention it.
We greeted and I ran upstairs to tell Kayla all about my new dad.
Dean
Oh god! A few days ago when Mr. Jansen walked into the class with that new hairstyle of his, I thought I was gonna faint. He looked... he looked... amazing, sensational, like a showstopper. His hair was actually quite long when it wasn't curled. He looked sexy as hell.
I think I was breathing really fast and hard, because Josh asked if I was feeling okay. I managed to smile and nod at him, while trying to subtly stare at Mr. Jansen.
Today I was at my computer, pouring out my feelings for him in my story. It was the only outlet I had. I wanted complete strangers to read it and give me feedback. Almost every email I received made me feel good about myself. It was like my diary. Everyone knew it was a true story.
Anyway, here I am pouring out my feelings for him. I truly and utterly wanted him. No high school crush. I had never felt so strongly about anyone before. But nobody I knew could know it. I was too terrified to even tell my best friend I was gay. I just got him back and I didn't want to lose him again.
Although Danielle keeps looking at me expectantly, like she's waiting for me to say something.
Did she suspect something?
No it couldn't be. I'm too careful.
I quickly finished typing and sent it on its way into the reaches of cyberspace. I sighed contentedly for the moment and flew to my bed, landing on my back. I couldn't stop thinking about Mr. Jansen... Cian. I'm not in school, so I should think of him as Cian.
I groped myself in my khaki shorts and felt myself hardening. Mmm, time for a little release. I was feeling a little playful today. It was a good day, and my mother and I actually had a good time when we got home.
I rubbed myself to full mast and then shucked off my shorts and underwear. I rubbed my body, going from nipple to nipple and sliding my hand downward to fondle my balls. I sighed and used my other hand to grip my steely hardon. I stroked, pleasuring myself happily, not a care in the world for the moment, eventually increasing my momentum until I arched my back and opened my mouth in a silent cry as wave after wave of pleasure flooded my body. I panted and tried to calm myself. I took a dirty t-shirt and wiped myself off. I sighed and drifted off to sleep.
Author's note:
Oh, oh. Dean made his feelings known in "Dean's Dream." I wonder how Cian will take it. There's also another revelation that I'd dying to bring out. But I'm not ready for that yet.
Till the next posting. Ciao.