In part 3, Tycho and Steven had spent their first day together, and discussed staying at Tycho's house. In part 4, Steven meets Tycho's folks, and has some very disturbing news. Read on...
Chapter 4
Their weekend continued in like fashion. That evening, they again sat naked in the bean bag, Tycho sitting between Steven's legs leaning back on him, surrounded by his arms while they watched a DVD. When they finally climbed into the bed, the inevitable happened, only now it was not experimentation, it was lovemaking in its purest form. As sleep finally overtook them, Steven was spooned against Tycho's back, an arm about his shoulders, and they slept soundly until the alarm aroused them at 7:30am. They knew this was the final day, Tycho would be gone by 4pm, so he helped Steven with what had to be done. They made love only once more that day, on the sheep skin rug by the fireplace, and it turned into the most intense session of the weekend. As 4pm approached, Tycho said his farewell.
"Anything I said would be insufficient Steve for the time you've given me. We both know how long it's taken to get to where we are, and we both know it's gonna last. Thank you so much man for this weekend, it's something I won't forget in my lifetime. Good times are supposed to be remembered. I want you to come over tomorrow night and meet the folks if you want to, then, just maybe, we can go to my room for a while."
"I'd love to meet your folks Tycho," Steven replied, "what time should I be there?"
"Can you make it 7:30?" Tycho queried.
"Yeah, no probs," Steven replied. "If I can't, I'll let you know."
"Cool." Tycho stood on his tiptoes as Steven bent, and kissed him sensuously. "Bye man, and thanks again."
Steven felt a sadness as Tycho left, but realised he'd see him again tomorrow. All he had to look forward to now, was the return of his dominating parents, and he knew what that could mean, questions, questions, questions.
oooOOOooo
The following day, at school, Tycho and Steven saw each other several times, but simply smiled their acknowledgements, as had been the case the previous week. It was agony for them both, but they realised it was the only way; rumours are very fast at school. The only time they spoke was after school, Tycho reminding Steven to be at his place at 7:30pm.
Tycho had told his folks Steven was coming around the following evening, and they were looking forward to meeting him. Tycho sweated through his evening meal, wondering whether maybe Steven's folks wouldn't let him come, but when the door bell sounded at 7:25pm, he breathed a sigh of relief. He opened the door.
"Hey man."
Steven looked terrible, as though he'd dropped a hundred dollar note and picked up five cents.
Tycho instantly knew something was wrong. "What's happened Steve?"
"Not now Tycho," Steven said, "I'll tell you in your room if you want to show it to me later."
Tycho simply nodded, as Steve became brighter, he wanted to meet Tycho's folks badly. Tycho took him through to the family room, his parents both standing as he entered.
"So this is your new friend TS," his mother said, "you certainly pick handsome friends." She shook Steven's hand warmly.
Tycho's father extended his hand and shook Steven's. "Welcome mate." He had a grip like a vice, instantly putting Steven at ease. "Welcome to our home."
They sat and chatted, Steven feeling, within a very short time, very much at home. These people were so relaxed, so laid back, it was so incredibly different from his home life. After an hour, Tycho made a move.
"You're gonna have to excuse us for a while Mum and Dad, Steven wants to see my room, I don't think he believes what I told him."
"OK son, go for it, Tycho's Dad said, "see you back here when your done. And Steve, just let me say I'm impressed young fella, more than impressed. You're going to be a good friend to TS."
Steven looked at Tycho, a questioning look on his face.
Tycho grinned, he'd figured Steven's query instantly. "Yeah Steve, they call me TS too, they know how much I hated them for giving me those names. Mum, Dad, Steve calls me Tycho, he explained to me how I got that name, because of Grandpa, and I think it's cool now."
"He explained it?" Tycho's mother queried.
"Tycho Brahe?" Steven suggested. "When Tycho told me his grandfather was a professor, and was into the planets, his name instantly came to mind, as I'd done a lot of research into him."
"A scholar," Tycho's mother said, "a definite scholar."
"Come on Steve," Tycho said, "you were right, so don't crow about it." He grinned.
Steven followed Tycho through the house to the back door, down the path to his room. As they entered, Steven was awestruck, he'd never imagined it would be so cool. As Tycho closed the door however, Steven remembered his problem, a large tear rolling down his cheek. Tycho saw it instantly.
"Jeez Steve, what's wrong man?"
"I've been asked to leave home," Steven explained, "very politely, but very definitely. I've got three weeks to find myself somewhere else to live."
What...?" Tycho couldn't believe his ears.
Another tear ran down Steven's cheek. "Yeah, it's true. While I was at school today, Mum went through my room, like she usually does when they've been away, and found a magazine under my mattress. I can only imagine, 'cause I wasn't there, but she'd have hit the roof man.
"What sort of magazine Steve?" Tycho asked.
"A gay one," Steven replied.
"Oh, fuck...! Tycho said.
It was the very first time Steven had heard Tycho use strong language, but he didn't care. "Yeah, fuck," he said. "Anyway, she obviously told Dad, and that was that. I got a huge lecture about the indecency, and ungodliness of it all, ending with Dad telling me to find another place to live, within three weeks."
Tycho couldn't understand why anyone would do this, especially to their son. They'd brought him up, loved him, then thrown him out. The whole thing didn't figure.
Another tear rolled down Steven's cheek. "I don't know what I'm going to do Tycho."
Tycho sat on his bed and looked at Steven, sorrow coursing through him. This just wasn't fair. As Steven watched him, he picked up his mobile phone, pressed a few buttons and placed the receiver to his ear. "Dad, can you come down here please?"
Steven looked at Tycho, a horrified expression on his face.
"Trust me," Tycho said simply.
Minutes later, there was a knock on the door, Tycho answering it.
"What's up son?" Tycho's Dad queried.
Tycho relayed what had been told to him by Steven, the only part he emitted, was what sort of magazine it had been.
Tycho's father considered the situation. "How old are you Steve?"
"Eighteen Mr. Miller," Steven replied.
Tycho's Dad smiled. "Mr. Miller was my father Steve, my name's Max. OK, so you're eighteen, are there any restrictions your father has put on his demand?"
"No," Steven replied, "he's simply told me to leave within three weeks."
"What about the financial side?" Max asked.
"He'll support me financially until the completion of my education," Steven explained, "he just won't let me live in his house."
"What sort of magazine was it?" Max asked.
Steven didn't know what to answer. He looked to Tycho as another large tear rolled down his cheek.
"Steve, I'm not judge and executioner," Max said, "I want to try and help you here. What sort of magazine was it?"
Steven was silent for some moments, finally realising honesty was the best answer. "It was a sex one Max," he said.
"Hah!" Max exclaimed, "I used to look at those when I was your age, never read anything into them though." He looked between Steven and Tycho, seeing their closeness. "I'll have a few words with your Mum TS, run this past her. I've got an idea in my mind, but I'll have to go through it wth her." He looked at Steve. "I might just add though, you couldn't have befriended a more genuine guy if you'd wanted to."
Tycho and Steven were awestruck.
Max saw this and grinned. "Give me a few minutes with your mother TS, I'll be back soon." He got up and left Tycho's room.
Steven was dumbfounded. "He's so cool," he said
"Yeah," Tycho said, "dunno what he's got in mind though."
"What's his job?" Steven queried, "he certainly seems to know what he's talking about."
"He should," Tycho said, "he's a Barrister and Solicitor."
Steven's eyes widened. "What...? But he's so laid back."
"Yeah," Tycho said, "he is, and what makes it so much better, he's my Dad. Have you ever heard of Maxwell Brian Miller?"
Steven had; his eyes widened. "Yeah Tycho, he's got an awesome reputation."
"He certainly has," Tycho grinned, "and now you've met him."
Steven put an arm around Tycho's shoulders. "Thanks man, you're the best."
Twenty minutes later, there was a knock on the door.
"Come in Dad," Tycho said.
Max entered. "I've talked the whole thing over with your mother, and she's in agreement with me," he said. "As long as you're agreeable Steve, you can live here with TS. She and I have got no time for parents who can't see life the way it is. We both know TS is only a kid, even though a very responsible one, but you're the best thing that's happened to him in a long time, so like I said, if you want to live here, you're welcome. Your father can pay your expenses into your bank account, and you can settle those with me. You're eighteen Steve, your own man, and you're entitled to live the life you want, with our blessing, and with the company of our son."
Steven just looked at Max in astonishment, disbelieving of what he had just heard. Tears fell from his eyes. "Thanks Max, thank you so much."
Max felt a lump in his throat. "Welcome Steve, welcome indeed, you just take care of my boy like I trust you to do." He looked between the two. "You're a good couple." Then looking at Steven. "The hour you spent with us, told me all I needed to know Steve. You've befriended a great guy, one I'm very proud of, and I know you'll treat him with the respect he deserves."
"Do I have to tell my folks where I'm living?" Steve queried.
"Not if you don't want to Steve," Max explained. "You're eighteen, you're an adult, and you can live where you like without the knowledge of your parents. Is this the last year of your education?"
"No Max," Steven replied, "that won't be for another six odd years. Dad knows this, and he'll pay my expenses up until then."
"Six years?" Max said. "You must be studying law."
Steven smiled. "Actually, I've been accepted at uni to study medicine next year. I passed all the entry tutorials earlier this year, and received my admission a couple of weeks ago."
Max held out his hand again, and Steven shook it. "Well done Steve, I knew I was right about you. I'll leave you two alone to discuss what you're going to do, where you're going to put the beds etc." He turned and left the room.
Tycho sat on the edge of his bed, a serious look on his face. "So when were you going to tell me?"
"That?" Steven replied, "I hadn't even given it a thought Tycho."
Tycho smiled. "A doctor eh? And a very handsome one you'll be too."
"As long as I pass," Steven said.
"Yeah. Come on, I'll show you through the pad," Tycho invited.
At the end of the tour, Steven realised there was going to be heaps of room for them both. There'd have to be some moves of course, but things would fit in adequately. Steven was more than impressed. "So the council doesn't know about this?" he queried.
"They know about it Steve," Tycho replied, "they passed it. They just don't know what's in it."
Steven grinned. "Yeah, sneaky."
"You feeling better now?" Tycho queried.
Steven gazed into his eyes. "I can't believe the generosity of your folks Tycho. I thought I'd have to find some dingy unit somewhere and live there. I never thought this would happen, and it's all through you." He walked up to Tycho and placed his arms about him. "Thanks man, thanks from the heart, no wonder your Dad's so proud of you."
"When can you move in?" Tycho queried.
"Would the weekend be OK?" Steve asked.
"More than," Tycho said. "Jeez, two weekends in a row, and the next every day for the next six years. This is going to be so cool Steve."
"I've only got a single bed," Steve said, "and I reckon it'll fit there." He pointed to a space.
"It will," Tycho said, "nicely, but don't go thinking you'll be sleeping in it too often." He patted his bed. "We've got old faithful here and it's big enough for both of us."
Steven smiled. "I won't be bringing anything else, apart from my clothes, computer, TV etc. I don't want anything from them after this latest episode. As long as Dad pays the expenses, he can jam everything else."
"The expenses are guaranteed I suppose?" Tycho queried.
"On paper and signed," Steven said. "He's got a copy, and I've got a copy."
"OK," Tycho said. "There's heaps of room for your clothes in the study room, as you saw, so there's no probs there."
Steven remembered the two walls lined with inbuilt cupboards and drawers. "Yeah, who did all this work anyway?"
"A handyman," Tycho replied, "and around here we know him as Max."
"Your Dad, a lawyer, did all this?" Steven was amazed by Tycho's answer.
"Yeah, clever old bugger, isn't he?" Tycho replied. "The only things he had to get help with, was the wiring and the plumbing. Everything else, he did."
Looking around, Steven was awestruck. "Wow."
Nothing happened between them that evening, neither really wanted anything to. Both were really looking forward to the weekend however, both considering it would be the start of a very good relationship.
oooOOOooo
For the next four days, Steven said as little to his parents as was politely possible, only answering questions with as few words as he could. On Saturday morning, he borrowed a mate's utility to take his bed, computer, TV etc. around to Tycho's, before returning and packing the rest of his clothing.
"I'll need to know where you're living," his father said.
"I'm eighteen Dad," Steven replied, "you need to know nothing."
"Don't take that attitude with me Steven," his father said, "you brought this on yourself. With that attitude, you'll lose your expenses."
Steven opened his papers folder and held up the signed agreement. "Think so?" he said with venom, "A good solicitor would cut you to ribbons with this evidence, so I suggest you leave things alone."
"I'll not be spoken to like that," his father stormed. "You treat me with the respect I deserve."
"You have to earn respect Dad," Steven said. "I've shown you both respect for the last eighteen years, and you've shown your appreciation by kicking me out of my home. I haven't done anything any other guy my age hasn't done, but you showed your contempt when my interferring mother found that magazine. Big deal, they're available in any newsagent you want to visit, and as I'm eighteen, I bought one. I've taken all I want from you two, my bed and my personal things, and as far as the rest of my so called belongings go, apart from my clothes, you can both stick 'em where the sun don't shine. I've been treated like a second class citizen for the last eighteen years, by the people who were supposed to love me, so as far as that goes, do what you like, try and cancel my expenses, and I'll have you in court so quickly, your head will spin. I can only hope, when and if I pass my University course, you or my mother don't end up being a patient of mine." He finally finished packing. "Good bye Dad, have a lovely life in the company of my so called mother."
Steven noticed his father's jaw hanging loose as he grabbed his bags and made his way to his car. He didn't even acknowledge his mother, waiting by the front door. He threw his bags in the rear seat, closed the door, and entered the drivers side. He drove off without a wave to either of his astounded parents. He was feeling better already, he'd wanted to say what he'd just said for a good many years.
On his arrival at Tycho's, Tycho was waiting by the front fence, as expected, to help Steven with his bags. Tycho saw the look on Steven's face and thought it best, at that stage, to leave it alone. He grabbed two bags, Steven the other two, and both made their way through the house to the rooms Steven was to call home for the next six odd years.
"I did it Tycho," Steven said, "after all these years, I finally cut them both a new asshole."
"You did what?" came from the doorway. It was Max.
Steven stared at Max, not knowing what to expect. "Sorry for the crude expression Max, I was just explaining to Tycho what I'd done."
Max smiled. "And that was?"
Steven reiterated what he had said to his father as accurately as he was able to remember, and the fact he hadn't even acknowledged his mother at the front door.
Max entered the room and sat on Tycho's bed. "Cut them both a new..." he said quietly, almost to himself. "When I was your age, we 'told it like it was,' or something similar, but cut them a new...? I like it, I'm going to have to remember that one. Anyway, it's over as far as you're concerned?" he queried.
"I've been treated as second class for the last eighteen years Max, nothing I've done in the past has meant squat to them. I virtually brought myself up as they were hardly ever at home, leaving me in the care of a sitter most nights. As far as a loving relationship between parents and son go, they didn't give a stuff. Even when I received my acknowledgement from the University that I'd been admitted, I only got cursory nods. I don't know them any more, I don't want to, the last eighteen years has been hell on Earth for me." A large tear ran down his cheek. "By your generosity, I hope my life's going to change for the better."
Max stood. "Come here," he said.
Steven walked slowly to Max, only to be given a bear hug. "It will Steve, I can assure you it will. Look, I can see how close you and TS are, even though you've only really known each other for a short time. You're good for him, and I'm sure he'll be good for you. I know there's an age difference, but hey, when two guys are as happy with each other as you two are, there's no big deal as far as me or Melanie are concerned. Welcome to our home mate, you're going to be happy here for the next six at least years, and that little shit behind you is going to make sure you are, as are we."
"Jeez," Tycho said, "thanks for the compliment Daddy dearest."
"Welcome," Max said. "Now do what you always do, and make this guy happy. I don't want to see anymore tears, ever." He turned and left the room.
Steven turned to Tycho. "He's so cool Tycho, how does a guy get parents like that?"
"He cares Steve," Tycho replied, "he's always been the same, as has Mum. I've given both of them grief in the past, but they've always explained the error of my ways to me, and helped me to see the right way of going about things. Like I said to you a while back, they're the coolest folks a guy could have."
Steven walked to the door, closed it and pushed in the lock button. "All this Tycho, all this because of one person... you. I don't think you'll ever know how much you mean to me."
"You locked that door and said those things because you want a root," Tycho said, "didn't you?" He grinned. "Well, I'm not that easy you know, I like to take my time to..."
He stopped as Steven lifted him from the floor, and placed him on his back on his bed. "That's not what I've heard," he said, unclipping his jeans, lowering the zip, and pulling both jeans and boxers to his ankles. "That's not what I've heard at all."
The following hour was legendary in its intensity, Steven and Tycho climaxing twice each. There was absolutely no doubt, their relationship was sealed, and although Tycho's parents, at this early stage, would never know what really happened between them, they were more than happy to have Steven as their fostered son. He was so good for Tycho.
That's the end of part 4, hope you're enjoying it. The final chapter will be posted soon.