Authors note: In part 4, Steven had moved into Tycho's rooms, and their relationship had started from there. Part 5 is the final chapter in this story - read on...
Chapter 5
It was now three years later, Tycho now half through year 12, Steven half way through his third year of study, with two and a half to go. Tycho, now 17, was still only five feet eight, but his defined body, although still slim, had developed into a virtual masterpiece, and his cute face had developed also, making him now, without doubt, the best looking male at his school. He was truly stunning in his appearance. He'd taken chicks on dates, Steven had told him to, but after three or four dates with the same chick, when crunch time had come and she'd made her needs known, he'd politely backed out, offering the excuse of having to be fit for the game the following day. Most of the chicks took this without question, but, of course, there were always the ones who didn't, making that date the last.
Steven had taken to his studies like a frog in a pond, passing his examinations each time with distinctions. He was now twenty one, and had neither seen, nor spoken to his parents since that time, all those months ago, he had left their house to live with Tycho. He didn't want to see them, he didn't want to speak with them; his life was now so much improved without their influence. He'd come to love Max and Melanie as if they were his biological parents, and there was nothing he wouldn't do to help them if requested. They both looked upon him as their second son, helping him when he needed it, and giving sound advice when he queried anything.
Even after these three years, Tycho and Steven still hadn't crossed the final barrier in their relationship, just enjoying their oral and dry sex together, something which happened nearly every night, and something which was still greatly enjoyed by both. There were questions in both their minds however, questions of what it would be like, what it would feel like, and would it improve or destroy their relationship. Both had put off the virtually inevitable until they both felt right with it, and neither knew when that would be, or even if it would be, until that is, the night of Tycho's eighteenth birthday.
The celebrations had concluded fairly early, Tycho feeling a tad woozy as he'd had several drinks that day, his first alcoholic drinks ever. After sincere thanks to his folks for the day, Tycho had made his way to his rooms, with Steven accompanying him; just in case he lost his balance, which appeared to be well on the cards. They entered the rooms, Tycho making his way immediately to his bed and collapsing on it on his back. Steven watched him with considerable amusement.
"You OK Tycho?" Steven queried.
"Yeah, I'm OK," Tycho replied, "I'm just a bit pissed I think. Jeez Steve, I loved those drinks, but they went straight to my head." He gazed into Steven's handsome face. "Lock that door man, and turn the lights down, I gotta admit I'm feeling a trifle slutty."
"You mean horny," Steven corrected.
"No Steve, slutty," Tycho replied. "I want you on me man, for my birthday, it's not fair just me having all the fun."
Steven locked the door and turned the lights down, almost expecting Tycho to be asleep when he turned back, but it wasn't to be, Tycho was already half naked.
"I want you bad Steve," Tycho said in the most sensual way Steven could ever remember.
Steven removed his clothing in short order, standing beside the bed as Tycho removed the rest of his and lay back.
"Check the curtains Steve," Tycho said.
Steven did as requested, finding all the curtains secure with no gaps. His seven point five was already rigidly erect, as was Tycho's six. He gazed at the perfect form on the bed.
"You really are stunning man," Steven said. "You were gorgeous when we first met, but you've developed into something almost unbelievable. You take my breath away Tycho."
Despite his feeling of flattery at Steven's words, Tycho had still had too much to drink, and this showed in his reply. "Yeah, yeah, you want a root or not?"
"Yeah, OK, if I must," Steven joked. He climbed on the bed and lowered himself over Tycho, slipping into the still hairless crevice between his thighs. "Orgh yeah Tycho... this'll never be boring man, it's just too good."
As Steven found his rhythm, thoughts were being processed in Tycho's mind. This was good, yeah, but he loved this guy to the ends of the Earth, and he wanted more. As his somewhat fuzzy mind processed his thoughts, he finally realised what that was.
"Will you fuck me Steve?" he asked in a tone Steven had never heard before.
Steven kept his rhythm going. "I thought I was," he said.
Tycho was quiet for some moments. "This is a root Steve, I want you to fuck me."
The implications of Tycho's words slammed into Steven's brain, and he stopped his action, gazing into the beautiful eyes beneath him. "You mean...?"
"Yeah, I mean..." Tycho replied. "I've been thinking about it for a while Steve, it's the final barrier for us, and I want to cross it tonight. I love you man, you know that, and this'll be the way for me to show you how much."
Steven pushed himself up and sat back on his ankles.
"Argh shit man..." Tycho said. "You had perfect knees when we first met, but they've got even better. In the drawer Steve, the bottom one, you'll find it in there."
"Find what?" Steven queried.
"The lube," Tycho replied, "I bought it a while ago."
Steven was a bit dubious. "Tycho, you've had a magical day, but you've had a few drinks man. You're asking for something which, although it could be good, could also ruin our relationship. I've thought about it too man, many times, and I'm not sure either of us is ready to go there yet. It's a huge step Tycho, and I don't want to do anything that'd ruin what we've got."
Tycho propped himself on his elbows. "I don't want that either Steve, but I've thought about it for weeks now, and it's something I want to try. I'm not just saying it because I've had a few drinks, I know that wouldn't be right. I'm saying it because I know I'm ready, and I can't see anything wrong in having the guy I love deep inside me, making love to me in the most intimate way possible. I'm ready Steve, but I'll understand if you're not." He lay back. "Anyway, I love the feeling of you rooting me like you usually do, I always have."
Steven thought it through. There was nothing he'd like better than to be a real part of the gorgeous guy on the bed, coupled in the most intimate way possible, but... As he gazed down at Tycho, his inhibitions evaporated, and he leaned to the bedside cabinet, opened the bottom drawer and found the tube of KY. "Where did you get this Tycho?"
"Supermarket," Tycho replied.
"No questions?" Steven queried.
Tycho grinned. "If there had been, I'd just have said it was on the shopping list my folks had given me. Nah Steve, there were no questions, they just scanned it straight through."
Steven opened the tube and took a tiny bit on a finger. Jeez this stuff was slippery. "Where do we start Tycho?"
"Use some of that first," Tycho replied, "then lie on your back and hold him up straight. I'll use it, then straddle you and sit on it, that way I can stop if it's too much, or if it's not going to happen."
Steven did as requested. Whether by choice or otherwise, Tycho had bought KY Ice, and as he smeared it on his manhood, Steven realised what Ice meant. There was an instant feeling of cold, but it was so sensual, it was almost unbelievable. Having used the contents on himself, Tycho made his move and straddled Steven, facing him.
He reached behind and gently grasped the erect weapon, aligning it with his anus and slowly sitting. He felt contact, dead centre, and slowly lowered himself, feeling the head press against his opening. He felt himself yield as the head entered him and his opening closed around the circumcision scar. There was no pain as he had expected, just a feeling of fullness, but there was still the long shaft to go yet. He'd just have to see how things went. After a few moments getting used to it, Tycho lowered himself slowly, feeling the smooth shaft slip inside him slowly and smoothly. There were instances of strong, crampy pain, but Tycho stopped each time he felt them, and within moments they had gone. Finally, he felt Steven's pubes against his perineum.
"It feels huge Steve," Tycho whispered. "I'll just stay like this for a while until I get used to it."
"If it's too much, get off it," Steven said.
"No way that's gonna happen man," Tycho said, "it took too long getting it in there, and anyway, it's starting to feel good now."
Within a few minutes, the discomfort had gone. Tycho thought he'd attempt a move, rising slowly then sitting again, feeling the smoothness within him slide against his delicate inner tissues. It was better than expected, and he tried again, the sensations becoming almost pleasurable. He continued slowly for several minutes, until he felt it was time for a move. He rose up slowly, the seven point five exiting him with a soft pop. He knew what he wanted now, to be on his back, his knees pulled up fully bent, and Steven over him, taking him to the stars. "Come on Steve, time for a move," he whispered.
Steven rolled to the other side of the bed as Tycho got himself on his back, made himself comfortable, and lifted his knees, bending them fully. Steven got on his knees, sliding them against Tycho's hips as his groin closed the distance. Tycho gently grasped the weapon and aligned it before realising he was too low for Steven. He stretched out his legs and rested his ankles on Steven's shoulders. That was better. He again grasped the weapon and aligned it, feeling the pressure against his opening.
"Put it in Steve," he whispered.
Steven applied pressure, feeling his manhood slide slowly into the warm, smooth opening, soon being at full depth. Tycho now bent his knees again, drawing them as far back as he could, as Steven leaned over him.
"Stretch your legs out Steve and lie on me fully," he whispered, then, as Steven complied and lay fully over him, "argh yeah, that's so good. Fuck me Steve, this is so cool."
Steven put an arm behind Tycho's neck, Tycho placing both his around Steven's shoulders as Steven gave the first thrust.
"Argh shit man..." Tycho cried out loudly as the bolts of electricity shot through him, "what did you just do?"
Steven tried again, successfully.
"Aarrrgggghhhhh...!" Tycho cried.
Through his studies, Steven had learned just about all there was to learn about the prostate gland, and the effects it could have when stimulated, especially in a young guy. He knew the head of his weapon was now stimulating Tycho's prostate, through the bowel lining, as was evident from Tycho's obvious ecstasy. He was also pleased Tycho's rooms were at the bottom of the long garden; this could never have happened in the house, Tycho was noisy.
Tycho began writhing beneath Steven, his arms tightly about his shoulders as the action continued. He couldn't believe the ecstasy he was feeling as Steven pumped into him time and time again, slow and deep until he felt the most incredible climax building in his groin.
"Orgh... orgh... orgh...! he whimpered.
As Tycho finally lost control, so did Steven, blasting a river of his whiteness inside his younger partner. Tycho felt each of the seven blasts deep within him, making his own climax even more intense as he blasted it between their thrashing bodies. They were done, Steven collapsing over Tycho and locking their lips together, his chest heaving as his lungs sought the oxygen they craved. How long they stayed like that is anyone's guess, but now there was a new definition on their relationship. Steven pushed himself slowly up on his arms, withdrew, and rolled sideways off Tycho, placing an arm behind his neck and holding him close.
"Wow," was all he could think of right now.
Tycho snuggled closer to him. "Yeah, wow."
Minutes of silence ensued.
"I was sure I was ready," Tycho said, "and now I know why. That was extreme Steve, totally extreme."
"I wasn't sure," Steven replied, "as you know, but that's altered now. I'm sure it was the right time, both for you and for me. Are you going to... um... take your repayment?"
"Don't need to Steve," Tycho replied, "don't need to, or want to. The feeling of you over me, doing what you did, was more than enough gratification for me. You made me cum man, without even touching myself, so why would I need to do it to you when you can make that happen. I guess that makes me... um... can't remember the word."
"Passive is the word I think you're after," Steve said.
"That's it," Tycho said. "Look Steve, I'll still do it with you the other way, anytime, we both enjoy it like that, but the inside bit is going to be for you only. I reckon we should only do it on very special occasions though, birthdays, passing exams and things like that."
"Me too," Steven said. "Jeez man, it's lucky your rooms are down here though."
Tycho was perplexed. "Why" he queried.
"Lets just say you were a tad noisy," Steven explained with a smile.
"Just showing my appreciation," Tycho said, grinning. "Was I... um... real noisy?"
Steven smiled. "I was pretty busy at the time, but... well, let's just say you made it rather obvious you were enjoying something."
I was," Tycho said, "very much, and..." he grasped Steven's deflated penis, "it's all because of this wonderful mechanism."
At Tycho's touch, Steven's penis started to rise again, and rise quickly. Tycho was amazed.
"I do believe he's telling me he could go another round," Tycho said. "Jeez man, you're not supposed to be able to do that so quick, especially after a cum like you did."
"I guess he never read the text books," Steven said with a grin.
"You wanna go again?" Tycho queried.
"Yeah, but not like that," Steven replied, "that's definitely for special occasions only. However, if you'd like to get yourself comfortable again, a good, slow, relaxing root would certainly not be out of the question, as long as you're cool with it."
"Yeah, I'm cool," Tycho said, "cause after you, it'll be my turn, and I'm still as horny as a rhinoceros, so look out."
Steven rolled and got back over Tycho on his hands and knees, looking down into his angelic face. "This is going to be slow and purposeful man, are you ready?"
"Yeah, ready," Tycho replied.
Steven lowered himself over Tycho, his rampant penis slipping once more into the silky crevice. Even though both agreed the other way was extreme, this way was still their favourite, something they had both enjoyed since that time, those three years ago, Tycho had stayed at Steven's place. It never got boring, it was never anything less than totally enjoyable for them, both as one on the bed. When Steven had climaxed, Tycho took his turn. There was no hurry with either, no fast, frantic thrusting, just slow and deep, making the most of their time.
I'll sleep in my own bed tonight," Steven said, "after that, I don't think I could go again for a month."
Tycho agreed. "They're the most intense sessions we've had since you moved in here."
"Yeah," Steven agreed, "two straight off like that, and especially after the first. That'll stay in my mind for the rest of my life."
Tycho wiggled his butt. "I can still feel you in there..." he felt a sudden discomfort, "oooh, hang on a sec..." He rushed into the bathroom. A few minutes later, he returned. "Jeez Steve, just how much can one guy cum? It ran out of me man."
"I should have used a condom," Steven said.
"No way...!" Tycho exclaimed forcefully. "Don't you ever think about that. It felt unreal when you blew Steve, absolutely unreal, and I wouldn't have felt a thing if you'd had one of them on. Anyway, neither of us has ever done anything with anyone else, so there's nothing to worry about between us."
"True," Steven said, "but unfortunately, there is something to worry about."
"Like?" Tycho queried.
"There are billions of bacteria living in a human being's bowel," Steven explained, "and some of those bacteria are very nasty, especially e.coli. They are the real bad beasties, and they can cause quite a few problems."
Tycho thought on this information for some moments. "Jeez, who'd be a doctor? I still don't want you to wear one Steve, just because of what might happen. There're all sorts of mights around, and when all's said and done, they might not happen. Are there any other precautions that can be taken?"
"OK, don't say you didn't ask," Steven replied. "You could always give yourself a wash out before it happens again, that would clean the lower part of the bowel."
"How?" Tycho queried.
"Warm water passed into the lower bowel by a thin tube, like silicon tube," Steven explained. "The water kind of cleans the bowel and is then dispelled in the usual way."
"Does it hurt?" Tycho queried.
Steven grinned. "Nah, it's only a thin tube, not a firehose."
"OK," Tycho said, "if we do it like that again sometime, I could do that. I certainly don't want to go through the rest of my life without that happening again, it was way too cool."
"So what now?" Steven asked.
Tycho looked at the wall clock: 10:45pm. "Dunno," he said, "it's quarter to eleven, and a Saturday night, what do you wanna do?"
Steven thought long and hard. "Well... we could try that new computer game of yours, the one that uses the two controllers, and see who wins overall."
"Yeah," Tycho said with enthusiasm. "I reckon I could beat you, no probs."
oooOOOooo
The following afternoon, the door bell rang at Tycho's parents place and was answered by Melanie. She found herself looking at a well dressed man and woman, obviously well to do.
"Can I help you?" Melanie enquired.
"I'm told Steven Everingham lives at this house," the male said, "and we were wondering if we could see him."
"He's down in his room at the present," Melanie said, "I'll just go and get him. May I ask who's wanting him?"
"We're his parents," the man said.
"I'll just run down to his room," Melanie said, "won't be a tick."
From the lounge room, Max heard the conversation clearly, but at this early stage thought he'd leave the situation as it was. It was entirely up to Steven whether he wanted to see them or not.
Melanie knocked at the door of Tycho's room, Steven answering it. "Steve, your parents are at the front door wanting to see you," Melanie explained.
There was no hesitation from Steven. "I don't want to see them Mel, tell them to go away please."
Melanie gave him an 'are you sure' look.
"I'm sure," Steven answered. "I never want to see them again. How did they find out where I was?"
"I don't know Steve," Melanie answered, "but if that's your choice, I'll let them know."
Returning to the front door, Melanie informed the couple what Steven had said, noticing the change in the face of Steven's father.
"We're his parents, and we demand to see him," he said.
"I'm afraid there's nothing I can do for you," Melanie said. "I've told you his reply."
"Very well," Steven's father said. "If that's the case, inform him that as of tomorrow, his expenses will be cut off, and he'll have to find his own means of support."
"I can't see that being a good idea," Max said, entering the hall way behind Melanie.
"And you are?" Steven's father enquired.
"The owner of this house for a start," Max said. "Maxwell Brian Miller, Barrister and Solicitor, you may have heard of me somewhere."
Steven's father certainly had. "Steven was told what would happen if he continued to display this attitude Mr. Miller, and I intend to do exactly what I said I would do, as of tomorrow."
"OK," Max said, "it's your choice, but don't forget one little thing. I've looked over that contract you both signed, and from a legal point of view, it's as tight as a drum. He can't get out of it, and you can't get out of it unless by mutual agreement. I would politely suggest you leave the matter as it now stands, and not cause any problems which could see you in Court as soon as next week."
"He's our son," Steven's father blustered, "and we were responsible for his upbringing. I'll not have some cheap lawyer tell me what I can or can't do in relation to my son."
Neither realised it, but Tycho and Steven had entered the dining room and were taking in the entire conversation, hidden from view.
Max locked eyes with Steven's father and held his gaze. "I've heard from Steven in relation to his upbringing Mr. Everingham, and I have prepared a fully detailed file on the subject, just in case this matter you talk of now was ever to surface. If you were ever so disinterested in your son as to cut off his expenses, I would submit my file to the Court in the blink of an eye, and have you summonsed and answering it within ten days. I don't threaten people Mr. Everingham, it's not my job, but, if you carry out your threat, believe me, I'll carry out mine. That boy of yours has been nothing short of brilliant since he's lived in my house, he's passed every university examination with distinctions, and he's been an excellent companion to my son. I strongly suggest you return to your home and think things over."
"An excellent companion to your son?" Steven's father said strongly. "I'm not surprised, did he tell you about the homosexual magazine his mother found under his mattress?"
In the dining room, Steven's heart sank.
"And what's this about university? Steven is not a university student, he doesn't possess the nouse to enter university."
Max didn't explode, as Tycho, Steven and indeed Melanie expected him to, he kept his calm. "Mr. Everingham, Steven has been at university for the last two and a half years studying medicine. I believe he informed you of being admitted not long before you excluded him from your house, but obviously you either didn't hear him, or cared less. Now, I again suggest you and your wife return home. There is nothing further to discuss here."
"Huh...!" Everingham turned on his heel, guiding his wife to their Bentley by the driveway.
Max settled himself, turned and headed back inside, Melanie by his side. He entered the dining room. "I guess you both heard that?" he said to Tycho and Steven.
"Yeah Dad," Tycho said, "you sure told him."
Steven looked at the floor.
"Mel, TS, could you give Steve and I a sec please?" Max requested.
Melanie and Tycho headed for the lounge room.
"Did you hear the whole thing?" Max asked Steven.
"Yeah," Steven said, "everything."
"If he does anything stupid," Max said, "I'll do what I said I would, so don't worry about anything Steve, I've got it covered."
Steven was dreading what was coming next, and it showed.
Max smiled. "Your mother found a homosexual magazine under your mattress eh?"
"Yes," Steven said simply.
"Well, I guess you didn't lie about it," Max said, "you did say it was a sex magazine. Look Steve, you were eighteen back then, you hadn't completed your senior year, and there's heaps of guys of that age who buy those. You just had the misfortune to get caught by your mother. I don't intend to go on about what sort of magazine it was, it's none of my business. Like I said, you were eighteen back then, and if you wanted to buy a gay magazine, you had every right to do so."
"That's it?" Steven queried.
Max smiled again, knowing what was on Steven's mind. "Yes Steve, that's it. TS is eighteen now, and he also makes up his own mind with no interference from us. You're still very welcome in this house, and you always will be as long as you want to remain here. You're like a second son to both of us, and an excellent friend to TS."
"Thanks Max," Steven said.
Tycho and Steven made their way back to their rooms.
"Did you hear?" Steven queried.
"Not all of it," Tycho said, "but most. He's cool for an oldie, isn't he?"
"He's the most understanding guy I've ever come across," Steven said. "You're a lucky little shit having parents like you've got."
"Do you think your Dad will carry out his threat?" Tycho queried.
Steven half smiled. "I doubt it. Your Dad put him in his place as no one else could. He's always been one for blustering and bullshit, he's never been able to help himself, but when it comes down to the nitty gritty, he hasn't got the balls to carry out his threats. He's always been just hot air and always will be." For the first time in three years, a large tear rolled down his cheek.
"Stop that," Tycho said, "they're banned, remember?"
"Yeah, OK," Steven said. "It's just I haven't seen them for three years, and when I do, nothing's changed, they're still the same assholes they were back then."
There was a knock at the door, Tycho answering it. "Hey Dad."
Max instantly saw the tear on Steven's cheek. "I know what you're feeling Steve, nothing's changed, right?"
Another tear rolled. "Three years Max, three years, and they still want to cause problems."
Max smiled. "They might want to, but they won't, I can assure you of that. Now, Melanie wanted me to tell you both, dinner will be ready at 6, so don't be late or you'll incur the wrath of the Minister for war and finance."
Incredibly, Steven grinned. "I love this family," he said.
After their evening meal, Tycho and Steven made their way back to Tycho's rooms. Steven wanted to run a thought past Tycho, to get his opinion on his thoughts.
"I've been thinking Tycho, how do you reckon your folks would take it if they knew about us?"
Tycho stared at him. "About what we do in private you mean?"
"Yeah," Steven replied, "I think it's only fair really that they should know. I mean, we've been together for three years, and we both know we're gay, so I can't see any point in hiding it from them anymore."
"They're my folks Steve," Tycho said, "and I know them better than anyone. I really don't know how they'd take it, but whichever way, they'd accept it. I think you know them well enough to know that."
"Should we tell them?" Steven queried.
Tycho thought on that one for several minutes. He'd never had any secrets from his folks, and even those he thought he did have didn't last, they always seemed to know what was happening. He loved them both dearly, and this fact finally made up his mind for him."Yeah Steve, I think we should, it's not like we'll be thrown out or anything. Anyway, I shouldn't have any secrets from them, I love them both too much for that. Wanna get it over now?"
"Yeah, I'd like that," Steven replied.
Both guys made their way to the back door, walked through the laundry, through the kitchen and dining room, and into the lounge, finding Max and Melanie sitting on the recliners. Max had his feet up. The guys made their way to the couch and sat.
"OK, something's going down here," Max said. "You two don't come in here all that often."
Tycho took the lead, grasping Steven's wrist. "Mum, Dad, Steve and I have something to tell you. It's a bit heavy, but we want you to hear us out."
He noticed a slight twitching in the corners of his mothers mouth, and almost knew she'd figured out what he wanted to say. Max said nothing, just looking between them.
"I... no we, want to tell you both, we're a bit mo..."
Melanie cut him off. "You don't have to say anything TS, neither do you Steve." She looked between the two of them. "You're both a bit more than just friends, right?"
Tycho was dumbfounded. "I... we..."
Melanie smiled her motherly smile. "Do you both really think Max and I hadn't worked that out quite some time back?"
"But you..." Tycho attempted.
"Never said anything?" Melanie completed Tycho's sentence. "Of course we didn't. We accepted Steven into this house, not knowing, but suspecting what was happening between you two, and as far as that goes, we now know we couldn't have made a wiser decision."
"But I... we..." Tycho stuttered.
"Look guys," Max said, "we both suspected something was going on the day, those three years ago, you got Steve to come over and meet us. The hour we spent chatting, and the time I spent with you both when Steve informed me of his news, gave me the basics. I didn't say anything because I could see how close you were, even though you'd only known each other for just over a week. I guess when two guys are that close after such a short time, two and two adds up to four. All I ask of both of you, is that you never hurt each other or do anything behind the back of the other. You're a couple, and a very happy couple at that, and couples don't have secrets. Your relationship hasn't lasted all this time because of a lack of love."
Tycho turned suddenly to his father.
"It's OK TS, I did say love," Max explained. "Are you trying to tell me you don't love Steve?"
Tycho looked at the carpet. "No Dad."
"And you Steve," Melanie queried, "do you love TS?"
"Very, very much," Steven said.
"And it shows," Melanie said, giving Steven a motherly smile.
"Thanks for telling us openly guys," Max said. "It just goes to prove the love and trust in this house works. Steve, as I've told you before, you're like a second son to us, and we love you like a second son. If you choose to stay with us after your studies are over, until you get yourself settled, or 'til we curl our toes up, that's fine with us, we'd never do anything to split you two up." He grinned. "Mr. Independent over there would never allow it anyway."
Tycho looked to his folks. "Thanks Mum, Dad," he grasped Steven's wrist again, "you've got no idea how much that means to both of us."
"I think we do," Melanie said. "We've both got hearts as well you know."
Tycho rose from the couch and walked over to his mother, giving her a hug. "Thanks Mum, you're the best." He then hugged his father, who returned the hug genuinely. "You too Dad."
Melanie looked at Steven. "Well?" she queried.
Steven rose from the couch and repeated Tycho's show of affection.
"Go on you two, off you go," Melanie said, "and like your father said TS, thank you both for your honesty."
The guys returned to their rooms, both sitting on Tycho's bed.
"Whew...!" Steven exclaimed, "I thought it was going to be a lot harder than that."
Tycho eyed him. "They do love you Steve, genuinely, they're not just saying that to make you feel better."
"And I love them back," Steven said, "with a love I never had for my biological parents. They both mean the world to me." He stood and turned to face Tycho. "However..." he grasped Tycho's shoulders, stood him up and held him close, "even the love I feel for them can't compete with the love I have for you Tycho." He kissed the tip of Tycho's nose. "You're my world, a part of my very being."
oooOOOooo
Epilogue
At the conclusion of Tycho's twelfth year, he was admitted to university to study the complicated theory of computer programming, as he had done so well in his studies on that subject. Steven was chosen, from six others, to study heart surgery, as he had passed his examinations of the heart with high distinctions and had shown remarkable aptitude when asked to assist during his theatre experience.
Ten years down the track, Tycho was now an IT professional, and his salary mirrored his superior's opinion of him. He was much sought after within the IT profession. Steven, having completed a total of nine years study, was now assistant director of cardiac surgery at a leading hospital, and it was obvious from all accounts he would make director. He hadn't seen, or heard from his parents since that last time, and as far as he was concerned, that was the way he wanted to keep it.
They still lived together in the rooms at the bottom of Max and Melanie's long garden, two professional guys, still madly in love, and still indulging in their much loved pastime, even though the periods between their sessions had lengthened somewhat. However, their truly intimate indulgences were still reserved for very special occasions only, an agreement both had rigidly observed since that first time all those years ago.
That's the conclusion of the story. Let me know what you thought if you've got a few moments spare, emails are always welcome.