All the same disclaimers apply, there isn't any sex in this one, the stories become more romantic and serious than I at first intended but oh, well.
I finally decided to write more. Special thanks to Rick, he was the straw that broke the camels back. So many people told me to write more, that I am sick of it, here is the next chapter, read it, enjoy it, tell me if you love it or hate, but don't tell me to write more(I'm already planning to). Sorry again that it took so long.
My parents came home about an hour later. The called up to me that they had brought home leftovers. I groaned in response and kissed Keith on the cheek. He was already waking up.
I started getting dressed, pulling on my shorts and shirt when there was a knock on my door. My eyes went wide and looked at Keith, half-naked in my bed.
"Steven, are you in there honey,"
I pushed Keith off the bed so that he was between the wall and the bed hidden from view and tossed his clothes over to him as a ran to the door. I opened it only half way and saw my mother about to knock again. I immediately hugged her, "hi mom, I missed you, you said you brought food?"
"Ye-e-s" she stuttered thrown off by my loquaciousness. "Are you okay sweetie?"
"Yes, ma'am, I just, uh, had a fun time at Keith's last night. He's got that new video game Warslugs 3."
"Oh, is that his truck in the front?"
"Crap!" I thought, "yeah, he's here right now."
"Hold on, you said you were helping the boy study not playing video games."
"Um...well...what..."
"Where is this kid anyways?" she gave me the give-me-some-straight-answers look and my mind went totally blank.
"Well, you see Mrs. Parker, we came here so that we wouldn't be distracted by video games. I'm sorry about parking in the front, do you need me to move my truck."
Keith, my lover and angel walked up behind me, his clothes a little trussed up but his eyes were open and honest.
"Your Keith?"
"Yes, ma'am," She gave him her penetrating once over be for smiling.
"Well, its nice to meet you young man, I'm sorry my son didn't introduce you like he should have," a scathing glare crossed over me, "you don't have to move your truck we just wondered whose it was. Your welcome to anything in the kitchen, please make yourself at home. I'll let you two get back to studying." She started to turn away giving me one final this-isn't-the-end-this look.
As her footsteps went away down the hall I jumped up and hugged Keith. He picked me up and we fell back on the bed. His hands tickled me for a minute before gripping me tightly. We kissed again and then laid back on my bed.
"We really should be studying," I said.
Keith groaned and then said, "alright. Pigtharlin Theory it is..."
We studied for about another two hours when my dad walked in and said it was getting pretty late. Keith took the hint and started gathering up the papers and pencils. He yawned loudly and stretched as my dad walked off somewhere, then dove on top of me and kissed me roughly. He hefted my whole body up and twirled me around like a dancer before dropping me on the bed. I laughed giddily.
Then there was a quiet silence. We looked at each other, "this will be our first night alone," I said.
After a pause he reached behind his neck and unclasped a small silver crucifix. "I'm not really religious, but I want you to wear this. Whenever you go to bed kiss it and I'll be right in that bed with you, wrapping my arms around you and kissing you back, okay."
I put the crucifix on and then hugged him one last time as my dad called my name loudly through the house. I walked Keith to the door and watched him drive off before facing my parents. They were irate that they had not seen me and only talked to me once in the past two days. I apologized and said that the past two days were really just a blur, which they were, we had always been going somewhere or doing something. Every time we weren't studying we were having fun and I just didn't find the time to call.
My parents bought the bit of me being a tutor for free and that let me get off with the promise to call them next time. I spent the last half hour of the night on a cloud wandering around the house daydreaming while trying to perform small tasks at the same time. I think I just wasted a the half-hour and finally, finding all activities futile I fell into bed; a huge smile on my face.
I got up to turn the light off and then started to get sad. Not full fledged depressed like I was earlier, just a little lonely. I missed Keith. I wanted to see him again. "Tomorrow," I whispered, but that felt like an eternity away. I crawled under the covers feeling cold and empty, like an abandoned toilet in some landfill. I grasped for the crucifix and brought it to my lips, kissing it.
Suddenly, I remembered the past two days with clarity. I could imagine Keith's big arms surrounding me, holding me. I was just about to drift off to sleep when a sound of scuffling filled my ears. The sound was outside my window and I tensed up thinking it was a burglar. My eyes couldn't see through the dark, but I sensed motion by my window. I froze, grasping the crucifix, I wanted someone to help me, I wanted Keith.
I kissed the crucifix wishing Keith were here to protect me, to stand up for me like before, "Steven," I heard his voice. My wish had come true, only my love hadn't been magically teleported, instead his voice came softly and sweetly from the invader.
"Keith?" I queried.
He stepped towards me and assumed his full height, his silhouette was unmistakable, broad shoulder, bulging muscles, narrowed waste, and big hands. I jumped from the bed and into his arms, feeling at once safe and warm. He hugged me tightly and then let go to close the window.
"What are you doing here?"
"I forgot that my parents are still out of town. So I figured I'd crash here. My trucks parked a few blocks down, I'll get it in the morning and pick you up for school."
"Get undressed!" I yell-whispered to him, "It's late, you need your rest for tomorrow's practice and I need to wake up early so I can make you a big breakfast!"
I couldn't see it, but I knew there was a wide grin on his face. He was naked in a flash and spooning me a moment later. We both agreed we'd make to much noise if we had sex so instead we talked. He told me he was originally from some tiny town in Texas and had moved out here a year ago so his parents could make more money. His dad was mean, real old-fashioned don't show emotion types. His mother was also a little cold, she spent too much time in Church and was brainwashed into seeing everything as evil, except for him. His parents both loved him and never missed a football game. He was an only child like me.
He had never really thought of himself as gay, but never put much thought into sex. He knew he was supposed to like women and was just sort of waiting for it to happen, but it never really did. He joked around and even dated a few girls in his time, but never had actual sex with them.
"It just didn't feel right, ya know?"
There was a pause.
"So, why me?" I finally asked.
"What do you mean?"
"Keith, you're the hottest guy I've ever seen. Now that I know you you've also go the most golden heart imaginable. Any guy or girl would love you, would worship you, so why did you pick me? What is so special about me?"
"Everything. Your so strong, you don't let people get to you, nothing ever seems to break you, not coach, not the guys on the football team, nothing. No matter how mean people are, you just sit there and pulse with this kindness. Your sweet to everybody, even me. I'd seen you before, I know I'd even given you shit like everyone else does, but you jumped at the chance to help me, and it wasn't just because you thought I was hot, you have a genuine drive to be nice to people. The more I get to know you and see how sweet you are, the more I just wanna kick the ass of anybody who'd be mean or try to hurt you. I want the world to see how special you are. Your like this little angel that I get to hold and I just want to protect you and keep you safe forever."
I faced him and kissed him and then rested my head on his arm, tucked under his chin, and fell asleep.
Thanks to all readers, these stories are for you. I enjoy getting feedback at dragonknight2222@aol.com. Thanks again- Steven