Jamie Lawrence

Jamie Lawrence - Chapter Nineteen

By the time Monday morning came, Jamie still felt completely exhausted. Not only that; he could feel a headache forming. He needed one more good night's rest before he would feel totally himself again, but unfortunately, Monday's were Jamie's busiest day of the week, containing six hours of lessons.

"One week to go," said Shane. They were sitting on the bus holding hands, despite the rather obvious glares from the high school students surrounding them.

"Until what?" asked Jamie, his head on Shane's chest and his eyes closed. He hadn't been able to get comfortable in his bed but he was comfortable here, as well as happy.

"Your birthday, you pillock. It's next Monday." Shane kissed the top of Jamie's head.

"Oh. Right." Jamie yawned for the thousandth time and buried his face in Shane's chest, inhaling Shane's scent as he did.

"Wow, you really are tired. Maybe you should've stayed home."

"No, 'm 'kay. I jus' want to rest my..." He drifted off to sleep with Shane gently stroking his cheek.

Shane was standing with Darren in the smoker's area, occasionally wafting the poisonous gas away from his face. Darren looked at him apologetically.

"Sorry. You don't have to stay."

"Nah, it's okay."

"Me and Kyle are meant to be giving up, but I'm so worried, I can't stop."

"What are you worried about?"

Darren went into his rucksack and pulled out a photograph, which he handed to Shane. Shane looked at it, confused. It was of a bright orange Punto.

"Kyle's car? Why are you worried about that?"

"Turn it over."

Shane did as he was told. There, in red paint were the words 'This weekend, Kyle.' Still, Shane had no idea what was going on.

"Kyle has a stalker. He keeps leaving sinister messages with photos like that. That one came in the post last week. That's why I suggested the camping trip. I wanted to get Kyle as far away from this nutjob as possible."

"Fucking hell!" exclaimed Shane.

"I didn't tell Kyle. He's already scared enough as it is."

"No doubt! Shit, what are you going to do?"

Darren buried his face in his hands. "I don't know. The police can't do anything because Kyle refuses to point the finger at his ex. It can ONLY be him though. This stalker knows where Kyle lives and works. He knows his car, and where his parents live. It's obvious that it's John-Paul, but Kyle won't say it. Do you know where I can get some Pepper Spray?"

Shane thought, but having never had cause to buy it, he didn't. "Wait, my Dad's a lawyer. He'd know where to get it. I'll ask him tonight."

"Thanks mate. Here's your Jamie." He pointed over to Jamie who was walking with his shoulders hunched and looking upset. Seeing this, Shane ran over to him.

"Babe, what's wrong?" Concern filled his voice.

Jamie rested his head against Shane's chest and started to cry. "My head hurts so much." His body shook with the tears.

Hearing his Little Love so distraught brought tears to Shane's eyes. He held Jamie to his chest for a long time. "Right. We're going home."

"We ca-a-an't," cried Jamie.

"Fuck that. Come on."

He took Jamie to the cafeteria and set him at a table. "You wait here. I'm going to both of our form classes to get us excused from lessons for the day. If they say no, then they can go fuck themselves."

Shane hurried off.

Oliver left his Form class and trod the now familiar route to the cafeteria. He had half an hour before his English literature class and wanted to grab a late breakfast and reread the last chapter of Tender is the Night before class started. He never spoke in class but he liked to have the chapters firmly in mind while he listened to the discussion.

On the previous Friday, one rather interesting boy had been switched into Oliver's class due to oversubscription to the other Lit class. His name was Jamie, and Oliver had a strong suspicion that it was the same Jamie that Matty had mentioned a few times before.

As luck would have it, Oliver walked into the cafeteria and spotted Jamie at a nearby table. He had his head in his hands and appeared to be oblivious to the world around him.

Oliver walked over nervously; he did EVERYTHING nervously.

"J-Jamie?" he asked, clutching his books tighter as he did.

"Mmm?" came a stifled moan from within his hands.

"It's Oliver, f-from Lit?"

"What do you want, Oliver from Lit?" asked Jamie, shading his eyes as he looked up at Oliver. The sun was not all that bright, and Oliver wondered why he did that. His face was red with tears.

"I just- I- You're Matty's friend, r-right?" Oliver floundered. Jamie's hostile reaction had flummoxed him and his nerve was at breaking point.

"Oh," he said, sounding fed up. "You're THAT Oliver."

"I-" started Oliver, but Jamie stuck his hand up, indicating he should stop.

"Look, Oliver from Lit. I have a splitting headache and I couldn't give a fuck which of my friends you're blowing."

Oliver felt his face burning, and worse; tears were welling within him. "I- I mean, we've not-"

"Please, Oliver from Lit. Your voice is like nails on a chalkboard."

Oliver furrowed his brow and stood behind Jamie. "Come here."

"Pardon?"

"Come here!" Oliver put his hands on either side of Jamie's head and gently started massage around his crown. "My brother used to get headaches like this all the time. Tension in the neck, usually." He worked his way down to Jamie's neck and applied gentle pressure. Jamie gasped and Oliver panicked. "What? I didn't hurt you, did I?"

"No. It felt great." Jamie closed his eyes and let Oliver continue to rub his neck.

"Just like I thought. You've got knots all up and down your neck." Oliver set about loosening them off. After about ten minutes of work, Jamie seemed catatonic. "I think I've gotten them all, but you might want to have your Shane have another go on you later." Oliver was speaking confidently now that Jamie was relaxing.

When Oliver lowered his hands, Jamie opened his eyes, looked down at his crotch and blushed. Unbidden, Oliver looked in the same direction and saw that Jamie had REALLY enjoyed the massage. Oliver blushed too.

"Um. Sorry I snapped at you. I don't deal with pain all that well."

A blond beauty came hurrying up to Jamie. "You ready to go?"

"Actually, I don't think we need to. Oliver just saved me; he gives a great massage," said Jamie brightly. Oliver blushed at the compliment.

"Oh, you're Matthew's, um..."

"Don't worry. We haven't talked about what we are yet."

Shane cocked his head at Oliver. "You seem different. Last week when I met you, you seemed scared of your own shadow."

Oliver blushed. "Yeah. Since I've met Matty, things have gotten better for me. My doctor has cut my anti-depressants in half. Says I'm getting much better."

"That's Matty for you," said Jamie, beaming.

"Yeah. He's amazing," said Oliver shyly.

Oliver nearly jumped out of his skin when a pair of arms slid around his waist from behind. "I'm glad you think so," said Matty seductively into Oliver's ear. Oliver closed his eyes and just enjoyed feeling Matty's arms around him.

He didn't notice that Jamie and Shane gave each other a pointed look and slipped away quietly.

Jamie and Shane walked into the Carter home at six o'clock and were immediately called into the dining room by Shane's mother. When they got there, however, they saw both of their mothers.

"Hello, boys," said Beth.

"Hello mothers," said Jamie, giving Beth a quick wink.

Beth rolled her eyes. "Annie and I have a surprise for you two."

Shane slipped into the seat by Diane's bed and pulled Jamie into his lap. They both looked slightly concerned; neither really liked surprises.

Diane cleared her throat. "We've noticed that you two don't really go on many proper dates, and we figured it was because Shaney Baby has a hard time lying to his father about all this stuff." She gestured to the boys when she said 'stuff'.

"So, Annie and I have bought you a spa weekend. We'll be the ones doing the lying. Gerry will think that you're off camping again."

"That's too much!" exclaimed Jamie. "A spa weekend; that must have cost an arm and a leg!"

Beth wagged her finger at Jamie. "You should never ask how much a birthday present costs, sweetie."

On Wednesday, Gerry met his latest client. A young man of twenty who was being tried for grievous bodily harm. The case seemed fairly straightforward in that there was no doubt the young man had done it. Worse, there was an eye witness who claimed that it was a homophobic attack.

Unfortunately, it was Gerry's job to try and get the charges dropped or lowered.

Gerry sat across the table from the young man and arranged his papers just so. "Anthony Walker, I'm your court-appointed legal counsel; Gerald Carter."

"So are you gonna get me the fuck out of here?"

"I'm afraid that with the wealth of evidence against you, I'm going to have a hard time even getting the charges lowered, never mind dropped."

"That faggot had it coming!"

"Mr Walker; when we get into the court, you're going to have to hold your tongue. The courts don't take kindly to bigoted outbursts."

"What's 'bigoted' mean?" asked Anthony.

Gerry looked at the young man with pity in his eyes. So much for better education standards. "It's a fancy word people like to use to make people like us feel bad for expressing our opinions."

"Oh," said Walker lamely. Clearly this cretin hadn't understood Gerry at all.

"Okay, Anthony. I need to know the truth if I'm going to help you. Was this a homophobic attack?"

"Yep," said Anthony uncaringly.

Secretly, Gerry approved. "Okay, Mr Walker. I'm going to try to keep you out of prison here, but at the very least, it's going to involve some community service." Gerry stood and left. This was not going to be easy.

"Titch!" squealed Sam as she ran in her high heels to catch her favourite little man. Jamie braced himself, knowing where his face was about to be.

"Hi Sam. Thanks for helping me out," said Jamie, extracting his face from Sam's chest.

"Well, technically, it's poor little Lukey that's helping." She pointed to her boyfriend who had stuffed his hands into his pockets and was keeping his head down. "You have to be eighteen to buy the stuff you're after, and he's the only one of us who is."

"Oh. Thanks Luke."

"Mmm." He was looking furtively around himself.

"Sweetie, nobody is going to care if you going into Ann Summers' basement!" Sam kissed his cheek. "Come on. Titch needs help."

They descended the stares into the scariest room Jamie had ever seen. All over the walls were large leather slings, PVC nurse outfits, and row upon row of dildos, vibrators, and other assorted monstrosities. Jamie was nervous about entering this world, but he knew Shane was interested. Jamie sincerely hoped Shane would like this surprise.

"Okay!" said Sam. "Let's start off over here. You've got your basics. Blindfolds." She stuffed one into the basket. "Furry handcuffs. You want the expensive ones, otherwise they break." She winked at Luke and she stuck the black, furry cuffs into the basket.

She held up another package and Jamie shook his head. "What good would nipple tassels do me?"

She stuck them in the basket anyway, followed by a ball gag, and a spanking crop. "Right. Over here." She walked over to the wall of dildos. Jamie gulped. They were terrifying! Nodules and prongs all over them. Most were bigger than Shane's dick, and that was saying something. Sam leaned down to Jamie's ear, not wanting Luke to hear. "You said Shane wanted to bottom for you?"

Jamie nodded.

"Then you'll want these." She selected two dildos. One was about four inches long and as wide as Jamie's index finger. The next was about five and a half inches and as wide as two of Jamie's fingers. "You build him up until he's ready. Then you can do it properly."

"I didn't do any of this the first time," said Jamie, his brow furrowed.

"Yeah, and you couldn't walk properly for days after, remember?"

"Point taken."

Another ten minutes of browsing and Sam was satisfied. She gave the basket to Luke. The poor boy had his hood pulled down low over his face and he had donned a pair of dark sunglasses. He went over and paid for Jamie's cache and returned with two large, pink carrier bags with 'Ann Summers' emblazoned across the front.

"Not very subtle, are they?" said Jamie. Sam went into her bag and pulled out two large Marks & Spencer bags. Jamie smiled gratefully.

"Shane, would you please hang up the phone? We're almost there!" Jamie was bubbling with excitement. It was Friday afternoon, and he Shane were on their way to the spa.

"Just a sec, babe." He turned his attention back to the call. "Yeah, I asked Dad about the Pepper Spray. He said that it's illegal in Britain...Yeah, I know it's ridiculous; it's safer than us all carrying knives around...I dunno. He'll just have to improvise with stuff in his pockets. It's the only legal way... Yeah, see ya."

"What was that all about?" asked Jamie.

"Kyle has a stalker and Darren's worried sick."

"I'll bet. Ooh, this is our stop!" Jamie frantically pounded the 'stop' button several times. He was excited about their little spa weekend, though he still felt bad for accepting such an extravagant gift.

They checked in quickly, though there were some raised eyebrows about the double room, and the age of the guests. Luckily for the boys, Beth knew the manager, and his psychological issues.

Upon entering the room, Shane darted immediately into the bathroom to play with the futuristic shower. This gave Jamie chance to hide the bag he had hidden in his carry-case. He only just managed to slide it under the bed when Shane came bounding out.

"There's a fucking Jacuzzi function in the bath! This is so cool!"

Jamie smiled. "You're such a big kid. So what do you want to do now? We've got no spa stuff until tomorrow."

"Is there a pool?"

Jamie eyed the brochure he'd picked up at the front desk. "Errr...Yeah. Ground floor terrace."

"Cool. Let's go."

Shane was only too happy to help Jamie into his trunks, though Jamie had to admit that he was more of a hindrance. When they got down to the pool, Shane immediately dived in looking graceful as he carved a large arc in the air.

Jamie selected a sunlounger near the deep end and settled in. A quick look around told him that they were alone. The sun was still out, though there was a very soft breeze coming in from the north. Jamie cracked open his book; The Shadow of the Wind.

"Woah, what do you think you're doing?" asked Shane, flicking his wet hair back. "Get in here."

Jamie shook his head. "Can't swim."

"Well, use your floating device!" He pointed to his own face and smiled.

"Promise you won't let me drown?"

"Course not! If you die, who am I gonna bonk tonight?"

Jamie looked around for something to throw at Shane, but found nothing. Sighing nervously, he rose and descended the ladder into the deep end. "Ah! It's bloody cold!"

"That's why you're supposed to dive in."

Jamie stepped down, looking for another rung on the ladder but didn't find one. Instead, he screamed as he fell backwards into...Shane's waiting arms.

"I've got you," said Shane softly as he wrapped his arms around Jamie's waist and lowered him to the neck in the water. Shane moved into the slighly shallower waters so that, though Jamie still couldn't reach the floor, HE could, thus making Jamie entirely dependent on him for life.

Jamie loved that feeling.

Shane turned Jamie around so that they were face to face and for a long time, they just held each other, skin to skin. "See," whispered Shane into Jamie's ear. "The water isn't all that bad, is it?"

Jamie brushed his nose against Shane's, his eyes closed. "If this is what swimming is like, call me a fish." Jamie kissed Shane slowly, just enjoying floating with the love of his life's arms wrapped around him.

Jamie stood, naked as the day he was born, in front of the window of the hotel room he and Shane shared as Shane gently towelled his hair dry. The futuristic shower had been too small for the two of them to squeeze in, so Jamie had taken the time while Shane was in the shower to prepare some things.

"So," said Shane, finishing Jamie's hair and moving onto his own. "What shall we do tonight?"

"I actually already have some ideas." He took hold of Shane's limp dick and used it to lead him over to the bed. He pressed him onto his back. "Something you already suggested once before."

Shane arched his eyebrows. "Huh?"

Jamie slid his hand under his pillow and pulled out the little blindfold he had bought.

Realisation crossed Shane's face. "Oooooh! Awesome!" He took the blindfold from Jamie and slid it over his eyes.

Jamie waved his hand in front of Shane's face to make sure he couldn't see. Satisfied, he pulled the large pink carrier bag from under the bed. "First thing's first." He pulled out the furry handcuffs and carefully cuffed Shane to the bed. Jamie had been reading bondage blogs all week and was desperately trying to remember everything. "If I'm going to far, just say 'stop' and I'll release you."

"Uh-huh." Shane sounded nervous but happy.

Jamie jumped off the bed. At the suggestion of one particular blog on the internet, he had cut up a collection of fruits. He grabbed the bowl from the mini-fridge and stood by the bed. Shane's dick was slowly but surely rising to its full height as he lay there waiting patiently for Jamie to start.

Jamie touched his finger softly to the base of Shane's dick. Having given no indication that he was there, Shane jumped. Jamie paused a moment, letting Shane get used to him there before he slowly began to trace his finger up past his navel.

Shane's stomach quivered as Jamie lightly brushed past, moving slowly to his right nipple. He traced the length of Shane's collarbone before he moved up over his chin and on to his lips.

Using only the lightest of touches, Jamie pulled Shane's bottom lip down before sliding a piece of strawberry into his mouth.

"Mmm. What is that? Strawberry?"

Jamie was about to respond, but one of the blogs had suggested not speaking too much. All the information was circling in Jamie's brain. Jamie retrieved a small artists brush from his bag of tricks.

If he did all of this right, Shane would be putty in his hands.

Shane's breathing was shaky. Jamie wouldn't speak, and he couldn't see. He felt completely helpless, but that was half the fun.

Jamie touched something to the inside of Shane's left armpit. It was soft and gave under the pressure of the touch. A brush, perhaps? He traced it slowly down to the nipple, sending a shiver through Shane's body. When he brushed it over his stomach, Shane got goosebumps.

Next, Jamie traced it slowly over Shane's balls. It felt amazing and Shane curled his toes. Shane's dick was begging for attention, but Jamie seemed determined not to go near it.

Something cold was being dripped onto Shane's scrotum. The cold feeling made Shane arch his back slightly, as if he were trying to escape it, though it felt oddly satisfying.

Even more satisfying was what happened next. The definite feel of tongue and lips pressed to where the cold substance had landed and Jamie sucked the goo away before he moved to Shane's lips to share the taste. "Mmm. Chocolate syrup. Nice."

Jamie kissed Shane's left nipple. Then the right side of his chest. He dipped his tongue into his belly button. Not having any way of anticipating where Jamie was going, each kissed felt like electric. Shane's skin shied away from each surprise kiss, making him squirm.

Shane heard the distinctive sound of a tube of KY open and close. He reminded himself that he trusted Jamie, though his breathing deepened.

Shane felt a finger press to his rosebud, and he relaxed. He wanted Jamie to top him, but he wasn't sure he could take Jamie's seven inch monster just yet.

Jamie gently massaged his rosebud, never actually entering Shane's chute. The sensation of having his ring stimulated this way was driving Shane wild. He knew he must be pouring pre-cum at this point. "Ah, God. This is...ah...so good..."

The next thing to touch Shane's body, he couldn't identify. It felt soft, like leather so he guessed that it was some form of whip. Jamie traced it from neck to navel and beyond. He pressed it to Shane's perineum before tapping it gently against the inside of his right thigh.

Shane groaned slightly. "Do it harder."

Jamie slapped it to Shane's left thigh. The resulting 'crack' seemed to startle Jamie who immediately said "Sorry! Was that too much?"

Shane licked his lips, hungry for more. "No. More."

Jamie rolled Shane onto his side, exposing his rear. The handcuffs pinched slightly as he moved, but it wasn't too uncomfortable. Jamie ran the whip down his spine before stopping on Shane's left arse-cheek. Shane felt the whip leave his skin and readied himself for its return.

When it hit, pain shot through Shane's body causing him to cry out. "Stop!"

Shane heard the whip hit the floor, then Jamie leaned close into his face. "Shane?" His voice was filled with concern, and a little upset.

"I'm okay. That one was just a little too hard."

"Do you want me to let you out?"

Shane shook his head, still blind. "It's still hot." Shane rolled back onto his back. Jamie covered Shane's lips with his own, sliding his tongue as far as he could into Shane mouth.

He pulled away and returned to his silence. He kissed each of Shane's thighs and his balls before he pressed his lips to the underside of his shaft. "Do you want me to make you cum?" he whispered breathily, almost as if he were talking to the dick, rather than Shane.

Shane nodded eagerly. Jamie kissed his dick. "Do you REALLY want to cum?"

"Desperately," moaned Shane.

And he was gone again. Shane heard him rummaging around by the bed. When he returned, he lifted Shane's knees, exposing his arse. Shane heard the KY go again, and he started to breathe heavily again, his nerves rising.

"J-Jamie?"

"Don't worry. It's only a small one."

"Small what?" asked Shane, confused.

Jamie giggled. "Dildo." Shane felt it press to his hole and he instinctively tightened up. "Shane, you need to relax. Remember, you can say stop."

Shane nodded, still nervous. He started to relax himself and felt the dildo slide an inch or so into him. He gasped and Jamie paused. A few seconds passed and Shane grew used to the invasive presence. "Okay."

Jamie pressed on. He was using his free hand to gently massage Shane's balls and Shane was starting to feel good all over. He started to clench his fists over his head.

Suddenly, something changed. The invading dildo touched something inside Shane and an amazing surge of pleasure shot through him. He curled his toes.

Jamie continued to run the dildo in and out of Shane, over that magical spot, while he slowly licked his way up Shane's perineum before burying his face in his balls.

A few seconds later, Shane was overwhelmed by the most powerful orgasm he had ever had. Every muscle in his stomach, arms, and legs tensed as he cried out in unbelievable ecstasy. His dick, having not been touched, fired time and time again and Shane strained against his handcuffs. He threw his head hard into the pillow.

"Ooooh fuuuuck!" he called out. He arched his back as the final powerful contractions coursed through him.

He slumped on the bed, feeling his warm cum dribbling down the sides of his chest. Jamie was using his nimble tongue to clean his dick while he very slowly pulled the dildo out.

When the last inch slid out, Shane felt relieved. It had become uncomfortable having it inside after he had cum.

He was also relieved when Jamie unshackled him. His arms were starting to ache from being stuck in the same position for so long. His breathing was finally starting to return to normal when Jamie slowly lifted the blindfold.

Still feeling somewhat electrified, and seeing the love in Jamie's eyes after being blind for so long, Shane's heart filled. He pulled Jamie down on top of himself and smothered him with kisses.

"I love you so much."

"I love you too," giggled Jamie, putting his hand on Shane's cheek and staring into his eyes. They rolled over so that Shane was lying on top of Jamie and he felt that Jamie's throbbing erection was being squeezed between their stomachs.

"Would you like me to take care of that?" asked Shane, brushing his nose against Jamie's.

"I thought you might be too spent after that," he smiled.

"Never." Shane kissed Jamie's lips, chin, and collarbone. He licked the inside of Jamie's navel as he took the bobbing phallus in hand. It looked angry having gone so long without satisfaction.

Shane kissed all around the pulsing head before wrapping his lips around the shaft and burying his face in Jamie's pubes. He felt the monster touch the back of his throat and felt a surge of pride. He had worked long and hard to be able to take the whole of Jamie's dick into his mouth.

Jamie was gasping and thrusting himself deeper into Shane's mouth. With his mouth in use, Shane couldn't smile, though he wanted to as he watched his Little Love squirm in pleasure and then loudly call out as he shot five loads at the back of Shane's throat.

Having swallowed all five, Shane kissed his way back up to Jamie's lips. They kissed for a long time before they fell asleep, still naked, still on top of the sheets, and still covered in Shane's cum.

"For God's sake!" screamed Diane.

Gerry ran frantically into the dining room that had become Diane's bedroom. "What? What's wrong?"

"What's wrong is that if I don't get out of this room soon, I'm going to go stir crazy."

"Well, honey, if you won't let me push you in the wheelchair, then there's not a lot of options left to you. You can't exactly wheel yourself around with a broken arm."

"Yes, thank you, Doctor Carter," said Diane sarcastically. "Dammit. Fine! Put me in that damned chair."

After a rather difficult transition, Gerry was wheeling his wife out into the September air. The wind was bringing just a touch of a chill, though the fading sun kept the air warm. Diane breathed the air in huge, hungry gulps.

"God, I've missed that." She smiled serenely. "Four more weeks of this;" she gestured with her good hand to her broken leg. "And I'm going to be a basketcase."

"Honey, you're already a basketcase," said Gerry warmly. Diane gave him a sour look. "Just kidding, dear."

Diane sighed. "Just, talk to me for a bit. Anything new at work?"

Gerry walked over to an open bus stop and locked Diane's chair next to the bench. He settled in next to her and thought. "Well, let's see. I got a new assistant. Charming young lady; I think her name is Georgia, or Gina. Cummings is retiring next week."

"Cummings? Is he the one you tried the Porter case with last year?"

Gerry nodded. "Oh, and I got a new case on Wednesday. Some kid who got caught beating some faggot half to death."

Gerry had been looking at his own hands as he spoke, so he didn't see the moment when Diane's face changed.

"For fuck's sake, Gerry. It's time you outgrew this childish aversion to anything remotely different from yourself! The world is a different place to the one you grew up in, and if you don't start to change your ways, you're going to find that there's no place for you!"

Gerry reeled. His wife never spoke to him like this. She had a generally deferential nature, allowing things to slide and never taking issue, but she was on the verge of yelling now.

"Woah, honey. Where'd that come from?"

"I just;" She sighed. "I just wish you wouldn't speak like that."

"You know me. I say what I think."

"Well I wish you wouldn't THINK it then!" She actually was yelling now. Gerry's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Just;" She sighed again, rubbing at her brow with her good hand. "Take me home. Maybe all the fresh air went to my head." She looked tired, and a little resigned.

Gerry pushed her home in silence, staring at the back of his wife's head, completely nonplussed.

Bella Rose was pottering around her little kitchen, somewhere close to midnight when she remember that she had seen Oliver and Matty go up the stairs, but never come back down.

Knowing teenage boys, she might have thought better of letting them be alone. Knowing her own son, however, she felt confident that nothing untoward would, or ever COULD happen.

Still, Matty would need to go home soon.

She checked on the cookies she was baking, wiped her hands on her pink apron, and headed quietly up the stairs. She noticed immediately that Oliver's bedroom door was ajar.

For any other mother, this would have been comforting. It meant that they weren't up to no good. For Bella, it was disheartening. It meant that her son hadn't even considered closing it. She feared that he was too broken for even Matty to fix. He had been scared to let anyone touch him for so long, she had feared he would never have an intimate relationship with a man.

She knocked politely. When she didn't recieve a response, she popped her head into the room.

The light was still on, the TV playing quietly in the corner. The boys were a picture; one worth a million and more words. Matty lay on his back, fully clothed, Oliver lying on top of him. Both were sleeping with their mouths open. Oliver's head would rise and fall with every one of Matty's breaths. Most satisfying for Bella was the fact that both of Matty's hands were up the back of Oliver's hoodie.

'That blasted hoodie', thought Bella. She hated the thing and what it stood for. For Oliver, it was a memory too dear to lose, but too painful to keep. And so he wore it everyday, partly as a practical matter and partly because he was afraid to do anything else with it.

But Matty's hands were up the back of it! He was actually touching Oliver's skin. Bella felt like all of her Christmasses had come at once seeing this one little symbol of affection. Maybe Matty was just the ticket.

With a fond sigh, she clicked the light off, closed the door securely behind herself, and headed back down the stairs.

"Oh, dear. I'd best let his mother know."

She went back out into the hallway and picked up Matty's bag, which he had unceremoniously dumped by the front door, just the way Ronnie had always done. She pawed through it for a moment and recovered Matty's phone, scrolled through his contacts and found his mother's number, which she dialled on the home phone.

It rang three times before a worried female voice came on the line. "Matthew? Is that you?"

"Mrs Donovan-Samuels? My name is Bella Rose; Oliver's mother?"

"Matthew's friend? Is he there?"

'Friend?' wondered Bella. Was Matty not out to his parents? She decided to withhold that little piece of information, just in case.

"He is. They were studying upstairs and they've fallen asleep. I'm happy for Matty to stay the night, as long as you're comfortable with it?" She lifted her voice at the end to make it sound more like a question, though she desperately wanted to make it a demand.

"Oh, thank God. I was worried when he didn't call. I always think that that bike is going to be the end of him one day." She breathed for a second. "Um, yes, it's fine. He can stay over."

"Wonderful. I'll see that he gets some breakfast too."

"Thank you. Goodbye."

"Bye bye."

"You know, for someone who hasn't done this before, you're really good at it," said Shane, his head tipped back. He was sitting in a little wooden chair in the bathroom of their room at the spa. Jamie was straddling him. Both were still naked.

"Rub it in, why don't you? It's not my fault I haven't started growing facial hair yet." Jamie rinsed the razor in the sink and continued removing Shane's stubble. Each time he cleared an area of shaving foam, he would kiss the newly revealed skin. With treatment like that, Shane was seriously considering having Jamie shave him every day.

While Jamie shaved him, Shane was proving the old adage to be correct. Idle hands really were the devil's plaything. His hands, free from the task of shaving, were very slowly running up and down both of their hard dicks. Jamie's concentration never faltered, however.

"I like it when you've got five o'clock shadow. It reminds me of our first day. Remember? When you were whispering in my ear and your stubble was scratching at my cheek." Jamie breathed a shaky breath and his dick grew firmer in Shane's hand as if it were filling with the sensory memory. "That was hot."

"You remember that day a little more fondly than I do."

"Not all of it," Jamie corrected. "You broke my heart that day." Jamie cleared a streak of shaving foam from Shane's neck and kissed the newly cleared patch.

Shane moved Jamie's hand away and lowered his head. "I'm sorry. And not just for that. We started that day with me scaring you. You don't know how much that tears me apart inside." Shane never felt like he could apologise enough for that first day, and Jamie almost always stymied his attempts to do so.

"You're sweet. And you're forgiven. I actually forgave you for the 'scaring me' thing almost immediately. And as for the heartbreak; that only lasted until Prom."

Shane's face broke out into a huge grin. "Ah yes. Prom. The best day of my life to date."

Jamie kissed Shane's chin, avoiding the cream that still surrounded his lips. "Mine too." Jamie deftly swiped the razor around Shane's mouth and kissed his now clean lips. "Mine too," he repeated, as if to seal it in stone. "Now, get dressed. We have a couples massage in fifteen minutes."

"Fifteen whole minutes? We could get up to all sorts of mischief in fifteen minutes," said Shane, giving Jamie's dick a suggestive squeeze as he did.

Jamie rolled his eyes, a silly smile on his face. "Go on then. Make it fast."

Matty was slow to wake on Saturday morning. He felt stiff all over, and his legs were itching from having been wrapped in denim all night. He started to stretch out his aching muscles when he realised something was amiss.

Hadn't Oliver been in his arms when he fell asleep?

Matty's eyes snapped open. He didn't have to look very far to find his little red-head. He was sat next to Matty on the bed, his arms wrapped around his knees. He had his eyes fixed on the ceiling and he was blushing furiously.

"What's the matter?" asked Matty. He wasn't concerned, as Oliver's blushing was incredibly commonplace.

Oliver didn't speak. With his eyes still fixed on the ceiling, he pointed at Matty's crotch. Matty was in the grips of a rather impressive morning erection which looked dangerously close to tearing through the denim of his jeans. "It's just morning wood, Oliver."

Oliver had a slight smile on his face, like a child who had seen something he shouldn't have. "I just, I'm not used to seeing, you know- that."

"Well, you've got one. Surely you've seen it hard."

Oliver's face reddened even further. He shook his head, causing his luscious red locks to fly about his face. "I tend to ignore it."

Matty was taken aback. "You mean you don't-?" He made a masturbation motion with his left hand.

Oliver went redder still. "It kind of, um, makes me uncomfortable?" He said it almost as if it were a question. He was always unsure of everything.

"Uncomfortable, or just nervous?"

Oliver shrugged.

"Is this why it took so long for you to let me kiss you?"

Oliver nodded.

Matty sighed and reached into his jeans. Oliver's eyes widened as he did this. "Relax," said Matty. "I'm just rearranging so I can sit up. Oliver, I am NOT going to rush you. I'm a patient man, and I don't care if I have to wait for our wedding night. As long as I get to kiss those lips you've got there." He put his index finger to Oliver's lips and pressed them lightly. Oliver responded by kissing his finger tip. Matty looked down at his clothes. "Can I use the shower?"

Oliver nodded, took Matty's hand, and led him to the bathroom before leaving him to his ablutions. Matty undressed and jumped in the shower. He was uncomfortable relieving himself in Bella's house so he simply got on with the task of washing himself and his erection slowly began to subside.

He dried his legs and pulled his boxers and jeans on. He grabbed his shirt and towel and headed back to Oliver's bedroom. Oliver was sitting on the end of his bed reading a dog-eared copy of Jane Eyre while he chewed absently at the nail of his pinky finger.

"Phew! That's better," said Matty as he came into the room. He flung the towel over his head and started to dry his floppy hair. When he pulled it away, he saw that Oliver was eyeing his chest with wild eyed fascination. He didn't seem to be aware that Matty could see him.

"Oliver?"

Oliver shook his head as if to wake himself from a dream and looked sheepishly at Matty. 'At least he didn't blush', thought Matty.

"It's alright to look. I AM your boyfriend, after all. In fact-" Matty walked over to the bed and climbed up onto it. He knelt in the middle before he pulled Oliver up to do the same. Facing each other, they kissed chastely. Matty took Oliver's hand in his own and placed the little red-head's palm against his chest, just over his heart.

"I won't do anything," said Matty. "You're in control." He let his hands fall to his sides and made a conscious effort to freeze them there.

Oliver started to very slowly work his hand from just over Matty's heart over to his left nipple. His shaking fingers slowly worked over the pink nub and Matty closed his eyes to enjoy the feel of it.

Naturally, Sam had done this kind of thing with him. They had been sleeping together, after all. This, however, was a whole new world of pleasure. He had never felt like anything was missing with Sam while he was with her, but now, looking back, he could see it. Oliver's nervous touch felt natural; right.

Oliver's soft, curious hands slid down the left side of Matty's chest, hovering momentarily over each rib. Matty startled slightly when Oliver's other hand unexpectedly touched the other side of his chest and slid up toward his collarbone.

Matty could feel himself growing inside his jeans. Oliver's hands were two little miracles.

Matty opened his eyes and looked at Oliver who was carefully studying Matty's sternum. He leaned in slowly and touched his plush lips to Matty's skin.

Both boys were breathing heavily; Matty through excitement and Oliver, seemingly through nerves. Matty took Oliver's chin between his forefinger and his thumb. He tilted Oliver's head up and kissed his boyfriend slowly, sensuously on the lips.

Oliver responded by sliding both his hands up Matty's back and squeezing himself tightly against him. Matty lowered Oliver down onto the bed, their lips never parting, and lay upon him.

Their kissing became somewhat frenzied as each tried to devour the other. Their tongues fought even as they ground their solid shafts together. Oliver's hands continued their tactile exploration of Matty's back and sides while Matty cautiously lifted Oliver's hoodie just one inch.

But one inch was more than enough. Matty's thumb slid along the perfectly smooth skin of Oliver's stomach, and Matty's heart gave a great lurch.

With no warning whatsoever, the bedroom door flew open and Bella came wandering in. "Oliver? Do you boys want any breakf...Oh my God! I'm sorry!" Bella spun on her heel and hustled out of the room.

"MUM!!" Oliver unceremoniously slid out from beneath Matty, pulling the hoodie down at the front to cover the bulge in his trousers before he hastily closed the door on his fleeing mother.

Matty burst out laughing. "I bet she wasn't expecting that when she woke up this morning!"

I hope you enjoyed this.

My apologies for the long gap between chapters. This was a difficult chapter to write, but hopefully it's worth the effort.

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Keep an eye out for Chapter Twenty!