By this point you've probably read the first few chapters and therefore you know the disclaimers.
Also I need to say a few thank you's, to Chris for supporting me after every chapter, to my two Charlies for being great friends, to Westy for being an inspiration and to Prue for nurturing my ability.
Oh and we have a name for our main character.
From Part 4:
"Son!" was the exclaimed gasp my father made as he found his newly out son hard with his dick in the hand of an older man who happened to be the brother of one of my best friends.
I was nearly right as he fainted into a chair.
"I'll go get a nurse" Milo said to me as he pulled the blanket over me again and went to find someone.
Shit.
Part 5:
Well it could have been worse I suppose. It could have been my gran on my mother's side.
Dad came to rather quickly and I suppose he had it in his head that he would wake up and find Milo missing due to the fact that he had a small shock course through his body when he saw him.
Cue awkward silence in abundance. I hate awkward silences with a passion and really like to get out of them however for once in my life I was truly stumped on how to get out of this one. Luckily for me Milo came to the rescue. Albeit not the best line but at least it was an escape.
"Nice weather we're having especially for December" Milo said in a surprisingly upbeat tone considering the situation. Unfortunately dad had gone into stern mode and wanted to stay with the situation at hand.
"Ryan would you care to introduce me to your ... friend" he said directly at me with look of `son you dare question me'.
"Well this is Milo, dad. And he's my ... well ... erm..." I tailed off unsure of how to answer it one because I didn't know where Milo wanted this to go and two because I didn't really think I could say the word boyfriend in front of my dad especially when he was subtly giving Milo dark looks that screamed `I don't like you'.
"I'm his boyfriend" Milo finished my sentence for me. Naww how sweet and cute and most importantly how much of a turn o-.... stop it Ryan, I thought to myself borderline schizophrenic, dad is in the room.
Speaking of dad, he looked in a position of panic or fear. It is hard to tell either way.
"Milo" my dad started "could you leave me and Ryan alone for a few minutes" my dad finished in the calmest voice he could muster in such a situation like this.
"Sure" he replied making his way to me instead of the door. "I'll be right out side" he spoke kissing me on the forehead and walking out, my dad closing the door after him.
Leaving me and my dad. In bitter awkwardness.
"Well son....." he attempted to start. Clearly unsure of what to do in the situation my dad started pacing back and forth at the foot of my bed. All of a sudden a light bulb went off as though he had come up with a plan or realised something great.
"Erm ... I originally came to tell you the good news, you're getting discharged later today" finally I was getting away from this puke green walls and getting back home with dad ....and mum?
"What about mum and ...." still unsure of whether I could speak about the nasty little brat with out swearing in front of my father. Luckily he managed to read my mind.
"Well your Nan has gotten better so your mum and her son are going to go live with her for awhile" he answered with all the emotion of a teaspoon but I could tell he was sad. I'd spent the better part of seventeen years around him so even though he put on his most placid face I could still tell by the droop in the shoulders and the balling of one fist that he was upset.
"What do you mean Mums son?" I asked referring to the little prick I unfortunately shared parents with.
"Well what else do I call a boy who would wish his own brother dead and after seeing him in a bad way do nothing to help" he replied with anger. Not anger at me. Just anger at the situation.
"So Milo then...." he started obviously not knowing how to go about this. After all he probably expected us to sit down one day in a pub with a pint about talk about girls whilst watching football whereas now he probably thought we'd be sitting in a glow club drinking sex related cocktails talking about boys whilst watching a guy in a cage 'do his thing'. Well at least that's my guess as I watched the colour slowly drain out his face as he thought on how to continue.
"Dad just ask me questions and I'll do my best to answer, ok" I said giving him an easy option out of this as he already had so much to deal with between Mum, Me, My little shit of a sibling and now Milo.
"Ok that sounds like a good idea" my dad said to me preparing himself and getting comfy in his chair. "How long have you been together?" he asked bring relief to me. I really didn't want the birds and the bees talk or in my case the birds and the birds talk.
"Well it's a pretty recent development but apparently he has wanted me just as long as I've wanted him" watching my dad unfortunately cringe when I said `want' but I've got to let him adapt.
"Isn't that Scarlett's brother? He asked as he had met Scarlett and Zara when we were all younger and must of at some point met Milo.
"Yep that him" I stated back hopeful that he didn't bring up the subject of age.
"How old is he?" my dad asked next with a sterner tone whilst slightly leaning forward almost trying to intimidate me into answering. I almost contemplated lying.
"Dad lean back as your gonna get your answer all the same" I started, seeing the look of surprise on his face that I knew what he was doing. After many years of him doing it is he really surprised? "He's twenty two" I finished calmly. Dads face dropped.
"He's what?!" he answered his voice raising more in shock that anger.
"Twenty two" I replied more calmly yet with more of a shaky voice. Crap the unfortunate thing is that my dad is still my dad and therefore my guardian and I am still 17, jobless and with no other alternative residence. So what my dad says goes.
"Well just give me some time to adjust to it and ... don't let me catch you doing stuff like that again ... or anything worse for that matter". He stated in a matter of fact tone."I'll let you an your ... boyfriend have some time together" dad said before opening the door and walking out. Shortly after Milo walked back in.
"Well apparently if I break your heart your dad is gonna rip of my dick and feed it to homeless dogs" Milo said as soon as he'd sat down beside me. I merely laughed at it.
"Come an lie next to me?" I half asked and half stated.
"Sure" he replied back whilst climbing under the blanket and spooning behind me. There was nothing sexual about it just a subtle sort of passion that flows between two people.
Today was a day of many firsts. My first kiss, my first boyfriend, my first almost hand job.
Also it was the first time in months that I fell asleep truly content.
"ABOMINATION!" was what I heard in the early afternoon, what a joyous way to wake up. I swear if this is another Jesus freak I'm gonna screw. Oooo look its Nan. With Gramps. With Milo next to me. With no Dad or Gran. Yay.
I think I'm about to have another first. I might hit an old lady. I joke obviously ... I think.
"How could you do this to your family" she cried aghast at the situation almost as bad as mum. Her face twisted into anger and outrage much the same as my gramps. Their eyes shining with disgust and Milo bless him sitting there his face clear with rage yet not knowing what to do with it.
"Alright listen up bitch you are no longer part of my family you narrow minded, bigoted whore. I don't want anything to do with you or your religion. I am sick of this bollocks with how I'm in the wrong when you're the ones judging me. What makes you think you have the right to judge me; no one has the right to judge me!" I shouted at them. I'm just so sick of this bullshit, what gives them the right to play god.
"I think its best if you leave now before I do something I regret" Milo said to my grandparents through gritted teeth. They walked out, surprisingly without a word to either us their mouths hanging open in shock.
Soon my dad walked in the room and after seeing the rage on Milo's face promptly asked me what was wrong. So I answered him.
"Oh you know gran stopped by, called me an abomination, I called her a whore and she left. Usual everyday stuff" I said to him watching his face steadily get redder and redder in a matter of seconds.
"Pack your stuff up and wait for me here I'm going to go see your mother" he said as he walked out the door
About three hours later my dad walked through the door with a less than happy look on his face. In fact furious would have been a better description for it and I could see him trying to calm down but I had to ask.
"So what happened?" I said needing to know what had him so riled up.
"Your brother is being treated like a prince by your grandparents they are saying that he was doing gods work by getting rid of `abominations' and that what your mother did was valiant yet wasn't good enough" he said whilst slumping into a chair clearly drained of his energy. "And to top it all off your mother now disowns her mother and father for wishing you dead" he said with a note of finality to his voice.
"Oh" was about all I could say at the time. So my grandparents are disconnected for my mother who is disconnected from me and my dad. I almost feel sorry for her. Almost sorry.
"Well enough of the bad stuff - let's get you home" my dad said with a more cheery note to his voice trying to pick up the conversation. I swung my legs over the side of the bed dressed in a plain black t-shirt with a pair of baggy jeans. I made a move to grab my stuff but Milo stopped me.
"Don't worry I've got it besides I've got these muscles for a reason you know". He said in a soothing tone as I offered him a sombre smile. Which he took by kissing me on the lips. My dad didn't even flinch.
So we left the hospital. My dad walking slightly ahead on my left and my boyfriend walking on my right holding my hand in his.
We pulled up at the house and I didn't know whether I would be happy or sad to go inside but I was just happy to be out of the hospital. As we pulled up I started to feel a little giddy I guess I was excited after all
"Are you alright" Milo said next to me. I was surprised dad had even let him in the car and come home with us. I had the strangest urge to ask if we could keep him.
"Yeh I'm fine just happy to be home" I replied with a grin on my lips, a grin that got bigger after seeing him lick his lips.
"Well come on son lets get you inside" my dad said breaking me out of my daydream and reminding me that I couldn't lean over and take Milo's dick into my mouth. But instead we could get out of the car and get my stuff inside albeit it wasn't much just bits and bobs dad has brought to the hospital, things I never used due to the fact that I was out of it most of the time. I moved to grab my stuff yet again Milo stopped me.
"Babe I got this" he told me with a smile on his face. To which I replied;
"Don't worry your so sexy I'm gonna put out anyways" when dad was out of earshot. He smiled and whispered in my ear.
"I know I'm gonna make love to you at some point but I'm doing this" he said raising the bag "because I care" he finished with a smile on his lips, lips which I promptly leaned to connect with mine.
"Come on boys" my dad called after us "let's get in". Not phased in the slightest.
"Dad I'm really proud of you" I said kissing him on the cheek when we all walked into the house. All in the position we were in when we walked out the hospital.
"What are you doing here?!" was what I heard from my dad who had just turned into the living room.
So naturally I followed only to find my mum with my little brother turning and facing me with Milo's hand clasped in mine.
"Get your hand off my son" my mum wailed at Milo striding up to him and getting in his face.
"Get away from my boyfriend" I shouted back at her as I pushed her off.
And the look in her eyes let me know that all hell was about to break loose.
Thank you so much to the people that send me e-mails its the main reason I keep writing
Reece