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Bad days...Good days
Story by
David Spowart
Chapter 9
I woke up to the sound of Peter sobbing, I looked at him with sadness, and he was sobbing and yet sleeping. I rubbed his shoulders trying to soothe him gently awake.
"Hey babe" I whispered as his eyes opened, a smile spread across his face. "Marty...ermmmm" he yawned out. "You were crying" I informed him. "Did I wake you up" he asked. "No I was getting up anyway" I replied. "You cooking?" he asked. As a smell of bacon drifted into the room.
"Terry must be up" I replied. "Great I'm starving" he responded and tried to get up, forgetting he was hurt. "Fuck!!!" he moaned out. "Take it easy remember" I sniggered out. "That hurt...not funny" he spat out. "Sorry" I responded and kissed his cheek. "Forgiven?" I asked and he smiled.
I showered quickly and cleaned him best I could without hurting him. I dried him softly which invoked a hard on in both of us, I gently brought him off, and I took care of myself, which would be the case for the time being.
I helped him dress, he hated that he needed help but did not complain...too much. We walked downstairs and Terry was standing over the cooker.
"Morning Martin, I checked the cupboards and to say they were empty does not cover it, so I went to Wal-Mart to get some stuff in...Coffee?" he asked. "Black, please..." I replied. "White no sugar" responded Peter,
"Leo up?" I asked. "Martin he is a teenager...what do you think...2pm if we are lucky" he replied and I looked at the clock...just after 10.
We sat down having something cooked, and in this house...takeaways were normally consumed at this table. "So what happens now...with Billy" Terry asked, and shit I don't know how but I hadn't gotten round to tell them yet.
"Oh shit...sorry... Something happened last night and I got a call from a Detective Swan" I started. "Don't tell me he's out" bemoaned Peter; I reached over and squeezed his arm lightly. "No...he was involved in a fight while on remand" I continued, "Well that's a shock" smiled Terry. "He was stabbed" he shut up looking stunned. "He died on his way to the hospital" I concluded, and shocked faces surrounded me.
"Are you okay?" asked Peter, looking at me with concern. "Yeah, shocked but yeah, I won't feel sorry for someone who ordered me killed" I said with a hint of scorn. "Yeah but Martin, you must still feel something for him" replied Terry. "That shocks me" I responded. "No don't get me wrong Martin he was a waste of a soul, but he did love your mother and I am sure for a time... You" replied Terry. "Somehow I doubt either of those things were true" I said sadly.
Over the next few days arrangements were made for Billy's funeral, he had left instructions for him to be buried next to Mum if had died, obviously a decision made a lot earlier according to my solicitor. But I wasn't having that, whether through spite or eventual hate I had him cremated, the service was short and sweet attended by few.
I then with the same spite and distain he had for me and for others, I emptied his ashes over the nearest rubbish dump, and the satisfaction I gleaned from that was amazing. A demon exorcised.
After a few weeks had past and Peter's continuing recovery plans were made and myself and Peter travelled up north to look at some properties for sale in Newcastle. I didn't want to rent. We looked in a few places in Newcastle and settled on a four bedroomed house in Jesmond. It overlooked the park and was a short walk to the city. The area was quiet and tranquil, no loud music booming from student's bedrooms, the area was mainly professional people Doctors, Solicitors etc.
We then walked into Newcastle just to see the place. We had booked into a nice hotel for the weekend, we were going to travel the short distance to visit Terry and Leo sometime over the weekend but no firm plans made but time would be found.
We dressed and headed out to the scene and the local gay clubs and bars. I had been up here for a visit before I was told I had to attend Sheffield by Billy. Restrictions now gone. I am where I want to be and who I need to be with.
Peter was all healed up and wanting to party, so we went to the first bar called Easy street, we drank and danced and enjoyed ourselves, the drag act stroke D.J was extremely funny, and the thought that we would be living up here in a few weeks was awesome.
We ventured to a couple of bars and met a few locals, Peter was chatted up often as was I but when people saw that we were together it went quiet and we were left alone until the next bar. We walked into a bar called Switch it was bouncing I ordered the drinks when Peter went for a piss. A cute guy walked over and attempted to start chatting me up.
"Hey you're new" he started. "Yeah just visiting" I replied "Sean" he informed me of his name. "Martin, Marty" I replied. "Nice to meet you Marty" he sniggered. "Ermm Sean this is Peter...my Boyfriend" I informed him as Peter returned. "Ohh Wow another hottie" he leered "oh don't panic I am only being sociable and I Lost my bet" he replied and laughed. "Bet?" I responded.
"Yeah my friends over there" he pointed and waved and they waved back "Yeah they bet me that I couldn't get you on the dance floor within five minutes" he added. "And it's four and a half minutes now" he added.
"So what we waiting for" I laughed dragging Sean to the dance floor and Peter laughing his ass off. "So what's your story" I asked as we danced. "What do you mean" he asked. "Well your friends are not exactly ugly, one your boyfriend?" I asked. "Yeah Derrick is, or Woody as we call him... inside joke you had to be here at Halloween to understand it,... we met then he was a cowboy" he went on. "oh toy story reference" I giggled out.
We returned and talked to the others and decided to get a bite to eat at a local takeaway, we walked in and ordered and sat down in a booth.
"So guys introductions since we can hear each other now" Sean began. "Guy's this is Peter and Marty, they are visiting from Sheffield" he went on and I interrupted. "Yeah but we will be moving up here in a couple of weeks, I am going to Newcastle and Peter is going to Northumbria" I informed them.
"Ohh Cool, new friends" Sean replied. "Okay guys this is Mark and Charlie, and this is Woody" he laughed, "Derrick" he corrected, "And this is our fag hag Sarah" he concluded.
"Hey, so what are you" Mark asked, "Lovers, Boyfriends, fuck buddies?" he asked in a Scottish Accent. "Boyfriends Lovers" Peter replied squeezing my hand. "And you?" I asked.
"Ohh their story is hilarious" Sean chimed in. "They hooked up at Halloween like myself and Derrick" he went on and Mark and Charlie smiling as this story was being relayed.
"Yeah they fucked each other's brains out and here is the funny shit, they have been friends since...well spunk stains" he laughed out.
"Sorry you lost me" Peter responded. "They were dressed as Zombies and they used the old shit you know no names no mobiles shit, no call backs just one night" he said out in an excited voice. "They didn't know that they knew each other" he went on. "Well until they showered the following morning anyway" he finished.
"So you 2 hooked up and didn't know that you were bestfriends because of the make-up" I asked. "I mean how is that possible?" I added.
"We had not seen each other in five years" Mark responded, kissing Charlie's hand. "Yeah he went back home on the Monday and applied for a transfer to Newcastle, and he starts in two weeks, he comes down every weekend" replied Charlie.
"Coz I love you" Mark responded.
"I love you just as much" Charlie replied.
"Oh my god I am going to hurl buckets" replied Sean
I watched the look in both of their eyes the same look that myself and Peter share, true love never wavering.
"So how long have you two been together" asked Sarah? "Oh Long story" replied Peter, perhaps we will tell you one day but let's get back and have some fun" Peter added.
"I am up for that" replied Sean. Grabbing Derrick by the hand dragging him out of the takeaway.
"You're up if a cool breeze passes you" laughed Derrick, as we made our way to Russty's across the road. I went in with Peter and the music was pure pop, and we danced ...okay Peter danced I just sort of moved a bit.
We exchanged mobile numbers at the end of the night or should I say morning, and agreed to meet up soon, they were great guys and Halloween sounded like it was a blast.
"Going to love it up here" I said holding onto Peter as we climbed into a taxi, we gave our instructions to the Driver and soon we pulled outside Jury's hotel, we went straight to our room, we made love for an hour totally satisfying each other. We lay there thinking of what had transpired over the past few months. And the fact Billy was no more and everything seemed like it was meant to be, I know life is never always perfect. But we have had our fair share of bad days, and now it's our time for some good days.
We Look like we have made some friends, Sean is a character and Mark and Charlie look perfect together, Derrick I wished luck for his relationship with Sean it won't be easy. But it was nice to see. Sarah, well I like to see what her story is, so for now Bad days gone for good I hope.
So Bad days. R.I.P
The End...of this part anyway.
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