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-- Part 10
Jase's death changed Jay's life forever. Having gone the best part of 13 years already with his father out of his life, Jay wasn't best pleased that Terry and the gang had murdered his father in cold blood. Being forced to go into care hadn't been one of his life wishes but Jay knew it was either that or be forced to live with Dawn, the woman he now couldn't stand as he blamed her for his father's death. After all, it wouldn't be the first time he'd been in a care home and it probably wouldn't be the last.
Jay went to bid Peter farewell before handing himself over to Social Services. Peter bent over backwards and then some more to keep his boyfriend on the square. He had kept two relationships on the go with relative ease and it wouldn't be any fun to hang onto Lauren. Secretly he loathed the spoilt little madam who had had more mood swings than he'd had hot dinners. Peter had far more fun with Jay, so news of his leaving the Square was like losing an arm.
Peter swore to Jay that he'd come to visit regularly; that was before he worked out the cost of public transport to get there - probably one bus. Once Jay had sent Peter the address of the children's home, Peter's jaw fell through the floor when he keyed in the details into Google Maps from E20 to the home via public transport. To visit daily it was going to cost him a small fortune every week - it was two buses and a taxi to the middle of nowhere, there was no direct route.
Ian gave Peter nothing for working in the cafe and chip shop (arguing it as valuable work experience) and very little pocket money as it was (adjusted for inflation of course) and most of what he had had was tied up until he turned 16. His initial journey was an eye-watering £25. Peter might be in love with Jay but he wasn't prepared to spend £125 a week to be with the kid on a daily basis.
In the children's home, Peter and Jay couldn't really do much more than generally chat to each other as they were under the supervision of a worker. They couldn't tie each other up, jack each other off, they couldn't kiss, they couldn't hug, they couldn't even whisper that they loved each other. This was very frustrating for both boys, Peter more so as he could only just afford to visit once a week. It had only been a fortnight but already he missed Jay's warm hands on his genitals.
After a few weeks of this, Peter was overjoyed to find out Jay was coming home - albeit to the Queen Vic. He was the first one to greet Jay at the station - not caring what any other bugger in the station thought, Peter threw himself at Jay and embraced him tightly.
"Whatcha think you're doing? Get off me, you fucking wierdo!" called a muffled Jay. With his face out of Peter's chest, Jay spoke again as Peter put him down. "I told you before - not in fucking public!"
"Nowt's changed with you I see," exclaimed Peter happily.
One of the problems with living at the Vic for Jay now was that he was constantly being followed around by Ben Mitchell. It was bad enough having to go to school and hang out with him, never mind share a bedroom with him! It was a relief to talk to Peter at school during the breaks, just to have somebody who didn't irriate him intensly.
Their sexual thrills had collapsed as of late as there was never an opportunity for Peter and Jay to be alone together in a busy pub, upstairs and down. They had quiet sessions together on occasion on Arthur's Bench, slipping hands into each other's trousers as a teaser but deep down, both boys knew they needed a bloody good wank, preferably with each other.
The opportunity came up just two days later - Peter was all on his lonesome at home that evening, Jay had seen everybody else go out somewhere so he knew they'd be gone a while and he also knew what Peter would probably be doing at this point in time. 45 Albert Square was unlocked and, as expected, Peter was upstairs. As Jay quietly made his way upstairs, he was surprised to discover Peter wasn't actively masturbating in his bedroom as he'd caught him doing before - the boy was actually in the shower and the door was unlocked!
Jay quietly crept into the bathroom. He could make out the distorted shape of Peter Beale through the frosted glass. His original plan was to sit on the toilet seat and surprise Peter when he'd finished the shower but the more he watched Peter, the more curious Jay became. Eventually a point came when he couldn't wait any longer - lying naked on a bed was one thing, but being in a shower unit with somebody else, the vision of him and Peter was far too hot to handle. Jay's hormones drew him to the shower door, his heart beating loudly in his chest. He had to join in, it was far too good an opportunity to miss.
Meanwhile, Water poured down Peter's slim well-built figure and through his blonde hair. He ran his fingers through it, lathering it up deeply with shampoo he'd saved up for and bought himself, not some cheap no-brand product that his father Ian had bought off the marketplace for peanuts. Peter was proud of the general condition of his hair and took great pains to look after it. It had taken him months to get his hair to this state and he was damned if he was going to let Jay or anybody cut it off.
As the lather built up on Peter's golden blonde hair, he didn't hear the bathroom door slowly opening. Peter was facing away from the door so he never saw or heard Jay entering the room or locking the door. He reached over for his shower gel, inadvertedly knocking it off the stand and on the floor. Peter went to pick it up.
When Peter bent over, Jay slid the door open, perhaps by sheer co-incidence, and was greeted with Peter's buttocks seemingly floating in the middle of the shower. An already hot situation suddenly became a lot hotter when Jay reached out and grabbed them. This caught Peter off guard and he stood up abruptly with wide eyes, not quite sure what was going on behind him.
"What the...?" exclaimed Peter, turning round quickly, covering his genitals with his hand. He was greeted by the sight of Jay, his hands hovering in mid-air where Peter's buttocks had been a couple of seconds earlier. "Jay!"
"Uh, wha?" Jay knocked himself out of the trance he'd managed to fall into, and stared at Peter's naked form in the shower, his heartbeat getting faster every second. This was more than a turn-on, so bad he didn't quite know how to handle it.
"What you doing?" asked Peter, feeling rather embarrassed at the situation. "Jay?"
"That's my name, don't wear it out!" said Jay, cockily. Peter just stood there staring as he watched Jay strip to a state of nakedness. The boy had an erection that sprung to life as soon as his underwear was off. Peter could feel an erection of his own developing as the lather from his hair ran down his face but Peter made no attempt to hide the erection. "Um, what are you doing?" he asked after a moment of awkward silence filled only by the sound of a running shower.
"What the fuck's it look like I'm doing, you twat?" replied Jay. "You gonna let me in or not?" Without waiting for a reply, Jay pushed his way into the shower designed for one and closed the door. "Plenty of room."
"What the...?" asked Peter.
Without saying another word, Jay grabbed the shower head and moved it to pour water down himself. "Do ya wanna shower or not, ya smelly turd?"
"Erm," started Peter, not quite sure how to answer the question. Last time's bath had been hot but now the sight of warm water running down Jay's torso was enough to convince him to do this. Peter nodded his head slowly.
"Bring it on then, lover boy! Put that shampoo on and bubble me up." Peter nearly fainted on the spot at the idea that this conjured up - Jay had asked him to shampoo his hair! He thought he'd better make the most of this opportunity. As Jay moved the shower head away, his head full of sexy thoughts, Peter poured some shampoo onto his hands and placed them onto Jay's head. As he massaged Jay's scalp, he could feel all the kid's bumps and flakes of dead skin. He washed his hands under the running shower and continued to work on Jay's hair, performing pretty much on auto-pilot, an erection forthcoming.
After a spot more massaging, Jay had a foamy shower cap just like Peter. He ran his lather-caked hands around Jay's facial features that had captivated him so badly. Okay, Jay wasn't the best looking boy in Walford High - in fact Peter had always considered him to be out of his league - but the more Peter gazed at Jay, the more infatuated he became about him. Now he didn't want to waste one second of the opportunity of a double shower session with the boy he loved.
Doing the best he could to ignore his developing erection, Peter washed his hands and grabbed the soap. He didn't need asking, instinctively he ran his soapy hands all over Jay's physique. Peter noticed Jay was itching to stroke his own penis but was holding off for some reason. Peter encouraged it by lathering up his hands heavily and running them up and down Jay's shaft. He didn't say anything or discourage the setup or anything - Jay just stood there watching, thinking and clearly enjoying the experience.
Without warning, Jay soaped his own hands up heavily and went straight for Peter's genitals and matched him stroke for stroke, turning the situation into a mini-game. Peter, being far more horny than Jay, shot his load first. He had let the pressure build and shot a streak of semen that landed on Jay's upper thigh. The rest of it continued to seep out of Peter's penis and dribble onto Jay's hands. Meanwhile Jay grabbed Peter's hands and helped him finish himself off - Jay had never wanked himself off with another boy's hands! He eventually pushed out a a very small watery amount that instantly disappeared down the plughole. The emotional feeling in Jay's head was powerful - he fed directly off being wanked to great effect.
Jay rinsed his hands off and moved forward to embrace Peter, their erect penises coming together once again. They shared a long kiss between them on the lips in the steam of the shower, right underneath the flow of water from the shower head. The moment was magic as foam and hot water poured down the faces of both boys but this failed to dampen the love and respect they'd built up for one another. Peter wrapped his arms around Jay's back, to pull him far closer than Jay was comfortable with, but he made no effort to push away. Jay opened his mouth and the boys made eye contact as their tongues physically collided. This was far further than Peter had ever expected to go but it was too good an opportunity to miss on his first French Kiss with Jay. Peter felt like his penis was on fire, the situation being so sexually hot, he wanted to ejaculate again almost immediately. The French Kiss moment seemed to last forever but Peter had to break it off in order to breathe properly - Jay's tongue had caused him to gag. He pushed the shower head away and the flow of water ran down the back wall.
Exchanging no further words, both boys soaped up their own hands and began to wash themselves down. As Jay went to do his armpits, Peter could not resist reaching over to tickle Jay in that spot. Jay emitted a cry of laughter at this and tried to push his friend away, while Peter ran his fingers all down Jay's body. The boy who acted all tough and macho in public was actually pretty ticklish all over, and this was his Achilles' heel. Peter watched as Jay bent forwards to defend himself against the tickle attack, but Peter just moved around the boy's body as Jay gradually fell to the floor in the shower shrieking and crying with laughter.
Peter was able to manipulate Jay into a crouching position through this tickle attack, Eventually he found enough strength to tickle-attack Peter again. The two boys shrieked and laughted at each other as each boy gave as good as he was getting, but Peter had to stop the game when Jay swung a punch at him in self-defence.
By way of apology, Jay ran his soapy hands down Peter's anatomy, this was followed by Peter doing the same to Jay. He pulled Jay forward to soap his back up and Peter's hands came into contact with Jay's buttocks. He looked deep into Jay's eyes, silently asking if he was okay to go there. Jay slowly nodded his approval, as he put his hands around Peter's body. As Peter squeezed and patted Jay's backside, he could feel Jay's erect penis brushing against his scrotum. Peter gradually moved his hands further down and was able to run a finger down Jay's butt crack towards his anus. However Jay suddenly became wildly uncomfortable at this and hit Peter in the back to stop him.
By way of payback, Jay began to slap Peter's buttocks firmly. The sound of hand hitting skin filled the bathroom and was second only to the sound of running water. Peter winced on a per-slap basis, but the motions caused him to tighten his grip on Jay's buttocks. This was a real sexual stand-off for both boys, both being turned on by the other - the more Peter squeezed the harder Jay smacked him. They both felt incredibly erect and incredibly horny, but happy in each other's close proximity. Jay had his face buried in Peter's chest and his hands attacking Peter's backside, while Peter cradled Jay's buttocks in his hands. Neither wanted to let the other go as their erections gradually subsided.
Eventually though, the electric power shower timed out. Peter had to release Jay to switch it back on. He pulled the shower head back to pour water between them, when Jay pulled it off its holder and cranked the pressure up. He placed it shooting water upwards underneath Peter's genitals and the effect was like magic. The power of the water hitting the underside of Peter's scrotum was a real turn-on for him and he had to stop himself blocking the flow of water with his hands. The real-eye waterer though was when Jay placed the shower head underneath his own genitals. The water power hit his scrotum with such vigour it felt like somebody had kicked him down there. Peter could only smirk as he watched Jay's expression turn from pleasure to pain in two seconds.
Jay dropped the shower head and held his penis with his hands. The water went all over the enclosed area, up the windows and the wall and over the top. As Peter turned the pressure down and replaced the shower on its holder, he spotted Jay beginning to collapse to the floor. He propped him up until the pain had subsided. The fun had left Jay incredibly horny, and he caught Peter off-guard with a new activity to try.
"Pick me up?" asked Jay. Peter gave him a wide-eyed stare of bewilderment. "Please?"
"Go on then," said Peter quietly, as Jay repositioned himself ready. Peter knelt down and wrapped his hands around Jay's backside once again as Jay wrapped his own arms around Peter's shoulders in preparation. "Ready? One, two, three!" Jay jumped up, Peter stood up straight supporting Jay on his arms by the boy's buttocks. Previously Peter had had to slightly bend down level to Jay to kiss, now they were face to face. He could feel Jay's erection starting up again and poking his belly button. To Peter's surprise, Jay was relatively light in weight for what he was.
Now they were close together on the same level, Peter moved his legs apart slightly to balance himself, as the smell of soap from Jay's body hit his nose. Jay gingerly reached up to reposition the shower head to pour hot water down themselves.
"I never did like you," admitted Peter. "But now I do." By now he was harbouring feelings that had sat in the back of his mind for a while and he had to say something. "Um, there is something."
"Yeah?" said Jay, giving Peter a peck on the lips. The two boys had water running off their heads like there was no tomorrow.
"I think I want to, um, put me bits in you." Jay shot him a quick look of confusion, then promptly corrected him.
"You wanna shag us, don't you?" Peter couldn't deny it, especially after all of this just gone in the shower. "That why you went to feel us up?" Peter nodded.
"I'm sorry."
"No worries. Maybe another time," said Jay, giving Peter a sly wink and another peck on the lips. This then developed into another lengthy kiss between them both, as water flowed. Peter felt Jay felt moving up and down in his arms. His first thought was that Jay was slipping from his hold but this was not the case - the boy was actually using Peter's stomach to stimulate his penis! Peter didn't quite know how to feel about this but he could feel Jay's breathing becoming more and more shallow as he worked his developing body towards some sort of climax. After what seemed like an eternity, Peter felt something wet his stomach and then he knew exactly what had happened.
Once Jay had shot his load, he lay his head on Peter's shoulder, feeling a deep glow of satisifaction, appreciation and love in the pit of his stomach. At this point in time, he felt far safer and happier with Peter after five months than he'd ever felt in the previous three years after all the family heartache he'd endured. Jay could have stayed like this forever being held in the arms of Peter Beale. Content, Jay closed his eyes, happy.
Jay then stopped moving in Peter's arms, in fact all Peter could feel was the initially rapid then slowing motion of Jay's chest. He knew immediately that the boy had exhausted himself by his up and down movements so Peter carefully opened the shower door, stepped out and lay the sleeping Jay down on the bathroom floor before shutting off the shower. This was his opportunity to pay Jay back for looking after him when he fell asleep the previous occasion. Being careful not to awaken him, Peter dried both himself and Jay with the bathroom towels.
Peter opened the bathroom door quietly to see if anybody else had returned. He scooped up Jay's body and walked naked with him across the landing into Peter's bedroom. There he pulled the duvet back, placed Jay down, his head on the pillow and covered him up. Peter gave him a gentle kiss on his damp forehead and left, closing the door behind him.
About ten minutes later, Peter had finished in the bathroom, gathered up all his stuff including Jay's clothes and left the bathroom for his bedroom. There, Jay was still asleep under the duvet having rolled over in the meantime. Peter climbed onto the bed and lay down next to Jay. He could feel the boy's warm breath on his neck.
"You are gorgeous and you mean everything to me," whispered Peter into Jay's ear. "Thank you for showering with me, it was great!" He kissed an angelic-looking Jay on the forehead once again and rolled off the bed again, leaving the boy to sleep as Peter changed into pyjamas and his green dressing gown. --
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