This story is a work of FICTION. The events described have only occurred in my mind. Any similarities to actual events or persons are strictly coincidental.
THIS STORY CONTAINS GRAPHIC DEPICTIONS OF CONSENSUAL SEXUAL ACTS BETWEEN HIGH SCHOOL AGE MALES. IT IS INTENDED FOR A MATURE AUDIENCE ONLY! IF YOU FIND THIS TYPE OF MATERIAL OFFENSIVE, OR IF YOU ARE UNDER 18, OR UNDER THE LEGAL AGE TO VIEW SUCH MATERIAL THEN PLEASE READ NO FURTHER.
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Chapter Five A Birthday surprise
The boys woke up the way they had fallen asleep, in each other's arms. It was bizarre. For Chris everything just felt like a blur. Had he really told David he loved him?
Chris got up and out of bed.
"Where you going?" asked David.
"I need a shower after last night," Chris replied.
"It was amazing wasn't it?" asked David with a cheeky grin.
"Yeah it was," he agreed while grabbing a towel.
He had been under the shower for a good fifteen minutes, but no matter how long he stayed under there the feelings he had would not wash away.
"God this is hard!" Chris thought out loud. "Do I really love him? A boy?"
It didn't matter he thought to himself. Was it really such a crime to be happy? David had made him feel happy. Happier than he had ever been in his life. But it was all happening so fast. He was confused. He got back to his room opened the door and walked in. David was lying on top of his bed completely naked in a rather suggestive pose.
"For fuck sake Dave! Put it away," He giggled.
"What?! You are my boyfriend aren't you? Besides it's not like you didn't see it all last night."
"Shhhhh. I swear you're going to get us caught."
"Oh calm down, Chris. Don't get your knickers in a twist."
He stood up and walked over to Chris putting his arms around his waist and pushing his groin into Chris's, who instantly got hard.
"Too bad you're so clean," said David, "Cause I'm feeling soooo dirty."
"How cheesy!" Chris laughed.
They kissed and broke away. Then they got the fright of there lives.
Knock, knock, knock
"SHIT!" they both said together.
"Quick, Dave, get under the covers -- ermm, who is it?" Chris called out.
"It's Trish. Can I come in? There's someone here who wants to see David if that's alright?"
"Yeah, ermm, could you give us five minutes? I'm just out the shower and I'm not really decent."
"Well just send him down to my office when you boys are ready."
"OK, thanks Trish."
There was a long silence. "That was too close," said Chris.
They both tried to laugh it off, but Chris wasn't so sure. He would die if anyone found out that he was gay.
"What do you think Trish wants to see you for?"
"God knows. But I better go down."
David got up and started putting on some clothes.
"What, without a shower?"
"I'll come back up for one after I find out what she wants. Maybe you could meet me in there?"
"Yeah right. You've had all you're getting." Chris replied in a cocky fashion.
"Is that so?"
David pounced on Chris forcing him to the bed.
"Hey get off of me you nutter."
David had him pinned down and he was much stronger than Chris.
"Why would I do that? Looks like I've got you right where I want you."
He pressed his lips to Chris's but Chris turned his head away.
"Oh come on. You know you want to," David said lustfully.
"Oh you think so do you?" Chris replied.
"I know so," David said and pressed in for another kiss. Chris let him inside his mouth this time and they kissed. It was nothing passionate or over the top. Just a nice way of saying I love you. Is that what this was? Love? Chris still wasn't sure.
A little later Chris was making his way downstairs to meet up with David. He had dried off and picked out something cool to wear as it was really hot outside. He saw David leaving Trish's office followed by Trish and a rather plump black woman.
"Thanks once again for coming, Angie," Trish was saying to the lady as she showed her to the front door.
David saw Chris and walked over to him looking a bit down in the dumps.
"Hey, what's up?" Chris asked. "Who was that woman?"
"That was my councilor," David replied sounding a bit depressed. "God. Every time I see her I feel worse than when I did before I went in. It's like she just keeps bringing back all the shit memories."
"Hey, It's OK now. You've got me," said Chris, holding out his arms, motioning for a hug.
"What, you actually want to hug me in public? What if everyone starts to get the wrong idea?"
"It's just a hug, Dave."
David smiled and they hugged it out for a few seconds. "You're the best," said David.
"So, you OK now?"
"Not really, to be honest. Angie sorta gave me some bad news. She told me about my Dad's court case. He got off with what he done to me."
"How the fuck did the sicko manage that?" Chris asked, looking concerned and angry at the same time.
"Well that's what a good lawyer will do for you I suppose. I wasn't allowed to be at the court case but they took my statement and whatever else it is and showed it to the judge. He pleaded insanity and got off with it because of the whole thing with my Mum and the drinking and stuff. He's been put in some nut house somewhere and the case will be getting reviewed in a few months."
"Awww Dave. I'm sorry. You must feel awful."
"Nah I'm OK. I've got you now. I don't have to worry about that prick anymore. He's out of my life now."
They hugged again, then David went back upstairs for his shower.
They had arranged to go to the beach because the summer sun was proving to be kind and they didn't want to waste the good weather. Plus it would be a chance to be alone together without everyone else from the home.
They didn't do much when the got there. They mostly just enjoyed the sun and lay back in the sand taking in the rays. They couldn't get up to anything naughty, there were too many people. Even a kiss was out of the question because they didn't want to attract the wrong attention. It was more of a bonding session than anything else, a friendship thing.
Apart from the beach the day brought nothing special to St Paul's for Chris and David. Most people had been out all day and, like the boys, were enjoying the good weather. A couple of kids had sunburn and were tired from the day's activities so they went to bed early. David, Chris, Ben and Nathan where all in the TV room watching a film. It was some horror film that was showing on T.V. David, Chris and Nathan were all sitting together on the same three-seater sofa, Chris and David side by side, while Ben was in an arm chair all to himself.
Everything was good and everyone was enjoying the film until David jumped at one of the sharp loud parts you get in those kinds of films and without thinking he put his hand on top of Chris's.
Chris looked down at David's hand and thought it was kind of cute at first until he looked up and saw Nathan watching him. Chris froze for a second not knowing what to do. As he quickly pulled his hand away, he gave Nathan a strange sort of look, hoping Nathan would accept it as an indication that Chris thought David was being a little weird, .
"Sorry," David said, following Chris's lead. "I didn't realize my hand was there."
Nathan focused his attention back at the TV without comment.
"Shit!" Chris thought. "He knows. I'm so fucked."
A full week passed and nothing was said about what happened during the movie. It looked like Nathan had bought the whole "accidental-grabbing-of-the-hand" story and had just left it at that.
Chris and David continued their late-night kissing sessions and a couple of times they went down on each other, but nothing more than that.
Chris woke up to the sensation of David blowing in his ear.
"Good morning sleepy head. Happy Birthday," He said.
They shared a kiss and broke apart.
"Thanks," smiled Chris. "How did you know?"
"I know everything," laughed David.
"So Nathan told you then?"
"Of course he did. Wait a minute, I got you something."
"Oh no, Dave, you didn't have to get me anything. I told Nathan..."
"Oh shut up and just take it," interrupted David. "I wanted to get you something."
David went into his bedside chest of drawers and pulled out a little wooden box, handing it to Chris along with a card. Chris started to blush.
"Are you kidding me Chris? You can lie naked in bed with me, now, and that doesn't bother you. But if I give you a little present you get embarrassed."
"Shut up," Chris replied laughing "You'll make it worse."
He opened his card which he read out loud.
"When we're together or when we're apart You're first in my thoughts and first in my heart. You're always there for me when ever I'm in need, With you in my life, I know I'll succeed.
Happy birthday!"
Chris started laughing.
"What's wrong, don't you like it?" David panicked.
"Like it? I love it!" Chris exclaimed. "It's just it has to be the gayest thing I've ever heard," he said with a grin.
"Shut up! David retorted. "It is not!"
They looked at each other and both broke into laughter again.
"OK, maybe it is a bit," conceded David. "But I thought it was nice and the words meant something to me, something to us. So open your present."
Chris took the box in his hands and opened it. It was a watch. Nothing fancy. But it was nice. Stainless steel with a deep blue face. It told the date as well and had a little box at the right hand side where the numbers moved up.
"I love it," said Chris. "Thank you."
They kissed again.
"Well try it on then," urged David.
Chris took it out of the box and clipped it onto his wrist. It was a perfect fit.
"Heh heh. It suits you," David said with a smile. "Wish I could have got you something bigger. But I don't get much money in this place. Maybe I should get a job or something."
"Don't be stupid, Dave. I love it, it's perfect."
They shared another long kiss, (well a few actually), then got dressed and made their way down to breakfast.
There were only a few people at the table when they got down. Ben and Nathan were there.
"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear Chris. Happy birthday to you. Hip hip, hooray. Hip hip..."
"OK! OK! That's enough!" Chris said. Even though there were only a couple of other people there it was enough to get Chris embarrassed. All four boys were laughing at the situation.
"Thanks you guys," said Chris.
"What do you mean, 'thank you'"? You haven't even had your presents yet."
Both Ben and Nathan motioned toward the two parcels sitting on the table. A big one and a small one. There were a couple of cards, too. Chris went for the cards first. Nathan's was really cheesy and had a big rosette style badge saying "16 today" on it.
"You have to wear it all day," he laughed.
Ben's was considerably more "adult" and had a picture of a young blonde woman showing off her curves in a tight bikini.
David and Chris both shared a glance when he opened that one. Then he moved onto the presents. He opened Nathan's first. It was the new FIFA game for the Play Station 2.
"Thanks. We can all have a go in a minute if you want."
They all laughed when Chris opened the bigger one. Ben had put a pack of condoms in a shoe box, then wrapped it up.
"Don't worry," Ben said. "Your real present is upstairs. We can all enjoy it later."
"I hope it has nothing to do with the condoms," piped in Nathan.
"Oh very funny, you'd like that wouldn't you, you poof."
Another awkward glance was shared between Chris and David.
They rushed through breakfast and got straight on the Play Station to try out the new game.
"Wow," exclaimed Ben. "The graphics in this are amazing. They almost look like the real players."
They were that engrossed in the game they didn't even notice Trish sneaking up behind them with a couple of the other care workers. She was carrying a birthday cake with sixteen candles on it.
Everybody started to join in the song in unison.
"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear Chris. Happy birthday to you."
For the third time that morning Chris went bright red with embarrassment.
"Oh Trish," he sighed. "You really didn't have to."
"Oh nonsense." she snorted. "Come on get these blown out before the wax drips everywhere."
Chris blew them all out in one big breath.
"What did you wish for?" Nathan asked.
"I didn't wish for anything," Chris answered.
"You so did." said Ben.
"Well if I told you it wouldn't come true now would it? Thanks, Trish. It really means a lot to me."
"Awwww, Diddums is getting all emotional." laughed Nathan.
"No problem. Would you like some now or do you want to leave it till later?" Trish asked.
The lads all agreed that they wanted some now and sat quite happy the rest of the day playing games and eating cake. However the party didn't start until later that night.
They ended up back in Nathan's and Ben's room. When they all crammed into the little room and got comfortable Ben pulled out a couple of bottles. One was vodka, the other was sambuca.
"Happy birthday mate," Ben said and they soon cracked the bottles open and were passing them around.
"How did you get served? You look about twelve," said Chris.
"Shut it, I got someone to get it for me. Cheers"
Chris wasn't really a big drinker and quickly found out that vodka was not for him, so he stuck to the sambuca which he thought tasted not bad but was still bloody strong.
It didn't take them very long to get a bit tipsy and they had started doing stupid things and playing dares. Ben was already wasted as he was being more than a little gluttonous with the vodka.
"I'm just going to the toilet, I'll be back in a minute," said Chris, as he got up to leave the room.
He had just closed the door as quietly as he could behind him, trying not to wake anyone up or draw attention to the fact they were all up way past lights out. As he turned to go toward the bathroom he practically walked into one of the girls who lived in the group home. He jumped at the sight of her.
"Shit, you scared me!" he said quickly. "What you doing up so late, Claire?
Chris didn't know her that well, but knew she was nearly eighteen and had a bit of a reputation for finding trouble and hanging out with the wrong kinds of people getting drunk. Tonight was obviously one of those nights, thought Chris. She had obviously had a few since she was standing there, gently swaying. In fact Chris wasn't that much better off as the sambuca was really hitting him.
"Hey, hello, hiya," she slurred, bursting into a fit of senseless giggling.
OK, thought Chris, maybe she'd had more than just a few drinks.
"Yooooour that lad aren't you?" Claire asked expectantly.
"What lad?" Chris asked confused.
"The birthday (hiccough) the birthday boy." Claire replied as she started falling forward.
"Yeah that's me," as Chris caught her just in time.
She leant on him. "You know what (hiccough) birthday boy? You're kinda cute."
And with that she plonked her lips onto Chris's forcing him against the wall. At first he tried to resist but he was too drunk to care about putting up much of an effort and he just sort of went with it.
He couldn't believe what was happening. He really needed to pee, but the kiss continued and before long Chris realized he was sorta getting into it a little bit more than he should.
"Hey, maybe I'm not gay," he thought. Or at least until he realized he was thinking about David the whole time. It was strange having someone else kiss him. It certainly wasn't the same. But as he thought of David he got more and more into it.
He let her slip her tongue in his mouth and she started moaning as she kissed him deeper. She moved her hands down to his groin and squeezed his cock through his jeans.
Maybe it was all the excitement and the fact he was getting turned on having someone feel him up whilst he was thinking about the boy he loved. Maybe it was the fact he was shit-faced on sambuca, or maybe it was the moaning noises Claire was making while she kissed him. Either way neither of them heard the door opening down the hallway and neither of them knew they were now being watched.
"What the fuck, Chris!" David loudly hissed through gritted teeth.
They broke away and stood staring at him. David could see the obvious bulge in Chris's jeans.
"You..You..aarrrgghh."
David didn't know exactly what Chris was but he knew he couldn't stand there any longer.
He headed back down the corridor, but instead of returning to Nathan's and Ben's room, he went into his own and slammed the door behind him.
(hiccough)
"What the fuck is his problem?" mumbled Claire.
"Look I need to go and talk to him, I'm sorry." said Chris
"Why?"
"Look I can't explain. It's...it's complicated."
She stared at him in disbelief.
(hiccough)
"What do you mean it's complicated?"
"Like I said It's complicated."
"Is he jealous or something?" she asked.
"Finally." Chris thought. "A half decent excuse."
"It's not my place to say." Chris replied.
"He fancies me doesn't he?" purred Claire.
"Look he'd kill me if he knew I was telling you."
"It looks like he's gonna do that anyway." she laughed.
"Well no wonder. I'm supposed to be his mate."
"Go and talk to him then," and bringing her lips close to his ear, "We can finish this off some other time," she whispered.
She kissed him on the cheek and staggered to her room at the end of the hall and practically fell in. She closed the door behind her with a slam and she was gone. Chris leaned against the wall and sank to the floor.
He could barely breath. It was like there was a massive lump in his throat stopping him. Was it guilt for David or shear fear from the fact he nearly got outed?
David was lying on his bed with his head in his pillow. He had felt hurt before but nothing like this. He had really trusted Chris. He was the only person David felt he could trust since his Dad attacked him.
"Why would you do this to me?" He stammered through his tears. "Aaargghhh!!! I'm such a fucking dick."
He could hear Chris and Clair talking outside. It was a little muffled but he could still make out what the where saying.
"What the fuck is his problem?"...
"Look I can't explain. It's...it's complicated."
"What do you mean it's complicated?"
"Like I said, it's complicated."
"Is he jealous or something?"
"It's not my place to say."
"He fancies me doesn't he?"
"Look he'd kill me if he knew I was telling you."
"It looks like he's gonna do that anyway."
"Well no wonder. I'm supposed to be his mate."
"Go and talk to him then."
Silence.
David just silently wept into his already sodden pillow. The pain was killing him. It didn't matter that he had only known Chris a couple of weeks. They were different. They shared things. Private, personal things. He loved him. He could barely breath.
The door slowly opened and Chris walked into the room. No one spoke for a while. Chris went and sat on the edge of his bed and looked over at David. David turned his head away to face the wall so that Chris wouldn't see him crying.
"I'm sorry." muttered Chris.
It was almost a whisper. He was still struggling to fight off the lump in his throat. David didn't answer. Chris got up and walked over to David and sat on the bed beside him. He put his hand on his back to comfort him.
"Don't fucking touch me! I hate you!" snarled David.
Silence once again filled the room.
There was such a heavy atmosphere. so uncomfortable you couldn't fail to feel the pain and hurt in the room.
"You don't mean that."
"Yeah, well, it looks like we've both been saying things we don't mean recently. Like the words 'I love you' perhaps."
A few more minutes passed in silence.
"Why Chris? Why would you want to hurt me? You said you loved me. I believed you. Like a fucking idiot I believed you."
"I didn't mean for it to happen David, she sort of jumped me, I wasn`t ready, she took me by surprise"
"And you couldn't fight her off?"
There was another awkward pause.
"I was thinking of you when I kissed her," blurted Chris."
"Are you kidding me? Do you know how fucking sick that sounds? Well at least you know now that you can get it hard for a bird."
"I told you, Dave, I was thinking of you."
"Chris! You're fucking killing me here, do you know that? I know it's only been two weeks and it's probably my own stupid fault for getting in so fucking deep but I love you and you're breaking my heart."
Chris couldn't hold back the tears anymore. He wasn't crying for himself. He was crying for David and the hurt he had caused.
"David! I really do love you. I swear I didn't want that. Can't we pretend it never happened and go back to the way we were?"
"It's not as easy as that. Unlike you my memory works fine. Unlike you I can't just forget about my boyfriend, especially after I see him with his tongue down some girl's throat. I'm not ready for any of this. Take the easy option please and go to her instead. We both know that's what you would prefer. You're not ready to be different. And you're sure as hell not ready to commit. I can't trust you anymore, Chris. I'm sorry but I just can't."
They spent another few moments in silence, then Chris got up and left the room in defeat. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Chris had just closed the door behind him when he walked bang straight into Nathan. He jumped, once again startled by the unexpected appearance of another person. Tears were still streaming down his face as he took in the shocked expression on Nathan's face.
"How long have you been standing there listening?" Chris asked.
"Long enough." Nathan replied. "I didn't mean to. I heard the shouts and I wanted to make sure that you were OK."
"I can't do this right now, Nathan. I'm not ready." He turned and marched down the hall heading for the bathroom.
Chris closed and locked the door behind him and walked over to the mirror to see himself. He was a bit of a mess. His eyes were all swollen and puffy and tears where still edging down his face. He leaned on the wall behind him and slid down till he was sitting on the floor. Burying his face in his hands, crying in a curled up, inconsolable heap. He felt his life was ruined. What had he done? Why hadn't he just pushed Claire away? He could have said "no" if he'd wanted.
He just kept sobbing on the floor, mind buzzing and with the sensation of suffocation etching its way in as he lost control of his breathing. He was that lost in emotion he did not hear the lock click and the door open. Nor did he hear anyone come in and sit beside him.
The next thing he knew Nathan had pulled him in close and had wrapped his arms around him cradling him like a mother would her baby.
"Shhhh I know mate it's OK."
"But it hu hu hurts so fucking bad," stammered Chris as he sobbed into his friends t-shirt.
"I know, mate, I know. It's gonna be OK, I promise. We just need to calm down. We need to have a chat. Look I've brought the bottle with me." Chris looked up from his friends shirt and stared at him.
"I thought you might need another drink." laughed Nathan as he wiped tears from Chris's face and passed him the bottle.
Chris slowly got himself together after almost choking on a few swigs of sambuca, and now that he could breath properly again he turned back to his friend. "Why are you here?"
"What do you mean why am I here? I wouldn't be a very good friend if I wasn't."
"But you heard what happened. You know what's been going on. You know that me and Dave have been...have been seeing each other."
"Yeah and I also know that my best friend is hurting and he needs me. I don't care about all that other stuff. We can sort that out later. But I'm not gonna just leave you, mate."
"Right well...well...I don't really know what to say to be honest. This is just weird. Everything is just fucked up."
"It seems that way now, but it will sort itself out, I promise," soothed Nathan.
"You don't understand, I love him Nathan. I love him and now he hates me."
"It didn't sound like he hated you to me. I was standing right outside your door. I heard everything. He's pissed off, I'll give you that, but it's clear that he cares. He wouldn't be so upset if he didn`t care. I mean wouldn't you have been if it was the other way around? Why did you kiss her anyway? I mean if you are, you know, "gay" and stuff, then what are you doing kissing girls?"
"She pounced on me. I didn't know what to do. I was confused and I just sort of went with it. I've told him but he wont listen."
"Look he will come round OK. I'm sorry but I don't know what else to tell you. This is all really weird and really sudden. It's hard to take in, but I know what I heard and I know he is hurting just as much as you are. He just needs time."
"And what do I do in the mean time?"
"Face the consequences, mate. I don't mean to have a dig at you or anything but it was pretty stupid of you. If you love someone then why kiss someone else? Why not push her off?"
"I don't know. I was confused. It happened so fast I just...I just...I'm sorry. God I love him so much."
"It's not me you need to convince."
"But he wont listen to me." Chris whined, tearing up again.
"He will eventually. Right now what we need to do is finish this bottle," Nathan said with a grin.
Chris gave Nathan another tight hug. "I love you too you know, as a friend that is."
"Me too, mate," Nathan replied after they had let go.
They both finished the bottle together (although Chris had a lot more then Nathan) and had a long talk about feelings and problems before they both headed back to the room, a staggering Chris supported by his friend. By the time they had got back Ben had crashed out and was fast asleep.
"Did Ben say anything about what went on?" asked Chris.
"Nah, he was too out of it. I doubt if he'll remember anything in the morning."
Nathan threw a pillow to Chris and he crashed on the floor to avoid facing David again. He set an alarm on his phone for 6:00am so that he could sneak out without Ben waking up and asking questions.
"Hey Nathan." Chris whispered through the darkness.
"Mmmm." was his mumbled reply.
"What I told you. Can it just be, you know, between you and me?"
"Your secret's safe with me, mate. Don't worry, OK? Just get some sleep and try and sober up."
"OK. Thanks. Goodnight."
"Goodnight."
It wasn't long before sleep took over Chris. He was exhausted from the night's events. What a birthday it had been. Could things get any worse? ------------------------------------------------------------------------------