Jamie Lawrence

Jamie Lawrence - Chapter Twenty Three

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Jamie Lawrence - Chapter Twenty Three

"Morning babz," said Kyle as he slid his hands around Darren's waist and rested his head between his shoulder blades. Darren continued to stir their breakfast of porridge oats with one hand while he interlaced the fingers of the other with Kyle's. He liked it when Kyle hugged him from behind, though he had no idea why. It just felt really nice.

"Morning."

"Porridge? Don't do this to me!" bawled Kyle over-dramatically.

Darren chuckled. "I know you don't like porridge, but until I've done the shopping, that's what's on offer."

"I can do the shopping!" said Kyle happily.

Darren released his spoon and spun to face Kyle. "No. You won't; not alone at least." He didn't mean to sound as controlling as he did, but he was still very concerned about Kyle's safety. Until his stalker was behind bars, Kyle was under Darren's watchful eye.

"Dazzle, we have to stop living like this! Do you really think that someone who was serious about hurting me would send me little piccies to let me know?"

"Kyle, drop the 'someone' crap. We both know who it is."

"Do we?" asked Kyle, sounding bewildered.

"Why are you pretending we don't both know it's John-Paul doing this?" Darren was getting a little fed up of the pretense.

"John-Paul?!" Kyle exclaimed through a laugh, though it sounded very fake. "What are you talking about?" Kyle released Darren's hand and walked into the living room. Darren followed, determined to get Kyle to admit what was painfully obvious.

"Kyle, are you seriously going to tell me you don't think it's John-Paul?"

"It just doesn't seem like something John-Paul would do!" said Kyle, sounding strained.

"That bastard put you in the hospital!" shouted Darren.

Kyle was pacing back and forth in front of the television. "Yeah, but..."

"But what? He's really a good guy? He didn't mean it?" asked Darren sarcastically. "He didn't keep you prisoner in your own house?" Darren hesitated before asking the next question he sorely needed answered. "Kyle, are you still in love with John-Paul?" he asked sadly.

That shocked Kyle. He stopped pacing and looked hard at Darren. "No. I love YOU."

"Then you're going to have to help me understand why you refuse to accept what he's doing to you; to US!" Darren flopped down onto the couch and watched Kyle resume his pacing. "He basically tortured you for months and you had to flee your own house."

"DARREN! Stop!" cried Kyle. Tears fell from his eyes. "Do you think I need reminding of what that bastard did? I WAS THERE! I was the one he abused for months."

Darren hurried to Kyle's side and caught him up in his arms. Kyle shook with silent tears for a while. "Kyle; I know you're scared, but denying there's a problem won't make it go away."

"I know." Kyle sniffed and dabbed at his eyes. "John-Paul made my life a living hell for so long. I just couldn't let myself believe it was starting all over again."

"It doesn't have to start at all. The courts can stop him coming near you. It's called a 'non-molestation order'."

"How'd you know that?" sniffed Kyle.

Darren tried to look innocent. "I was just making sure I knew our options."

Kyle giggled through his tears and rested his head on Darren's shoulder. "I love it when you say 'our'."

Darren chuckled and gave his boyfriend a kiss on the crown. "Well, I think I'd better go and check that OUR breakfast hasn't burned."

It had.

Gerry walked into his wife's temporary bedroom on Thursday morning and was greeted with a steely glare. "Can I talk to you?" he asked.

"Because that's done so much good in the past," said Diane sardonically.

"We're going to get past this, aren't we?" asked Gerry. The last three days had been hard on him, but he hadn't even considered what it would have been like for Diane. She, just like Shane, was waiting to find out if their family was going to survive. In the depths of his soul, Gerry knew she was entitled to a little bitterness.

"That depends, doesn't it? You see," she started, pulling herself into a sitting position. "I've told Shane to sleep at Jamie's the last two nights, along with Callum and Dawn because I don't want them anywhere near you. Do you realise what that feels like? To be afraid to have your husband near your son?"

Gerry hung his head. "I'm sorry. I really am. I've done some soul-searching the last few days and..."

"What, you're all better?" There was that sardonic tone again. "Can you honestly promise me that you're never going to hurt my son like that again?"

"I swear it!" Gerry passed a hand over his eyes. "Love, I've been a monster for more years than I realised. Now I just want my son back home, and if that means having a gay son, so be it."

"God damn it, Gerry! You're missing the point. He's not your gay son. He's your son who happens to be gay!"

Gerry held up his hands in surrender. "I know that now, and I'm sorry I didn't see it before."

Diane eyed him warily. "Okay, so what now?"

"Now, I tell Shane I'm sorry. I tell Callum I'm sorry." He buried his head in his hands and said "And more than anything, I need to apologise to Jamie. I've never seen someone as scared as I made Jamie the other day." Gerry pulled his tie a little looser. "Diane, there's something I want to ask you."

"That sounds ominous."

"I wanted to know what you would think about me going back to the CPS."

Diane looked shocked. Clearly that possibility had never entered her mind. "What's brought this on?"

Gerry sighed. "This case I'm working on. A young man was beaten half to death by a homophobe, and I'm defending the homophobe." He pulled at his tie again, feeling like it was choking him. "It makes me feel dirty all over- now."

"Now?"

"Since Shane. I'm not saying I'm ready to help Jamie and him choose their wedding China, but defending somebody like Anthony Walker knowing what I know now; I don't think I'll ever be able to wash the stink off."

Diane put her hand on Gerry's arm and smiled fondly at her husband. "There's the man I married."

Gerry smiled. "If I do this, it means a pay-cut."

"We managed when you worked there before. We'll manage again."

Gerry leaned in and kissed his wonderful wife. "Thanks darling. But before any of that, shall I see if I can convince our son to come home?"

"Room for a little one?" asked Kyle, poking his head around the shower curtain and catching an eyeful of the perfect specimen of male virility that was his stunning boyfriend. Just looking at him peaked Kyle's lust. He had hot water streaming over his muscles and he looked good enough to lick all over.

Darren turned around to face Kyle, a smile on his face and the first stirrings of an erection sprouting from his groin. "Always." Kyle pulled the curtain back, slipped his thumbs under the band of his skinny briefs and pushed them to the floor. His cock bounced up as it was freed from it's cotton constraints and Darren smiled wide. "Hurry up and get in here, you sexy little beast."

Kyle swung a leg over the side of the bath and Darren grabbed his arm to pull him in all the faster. Kyle slung his arms around Darren's neck and giggled as Darren grabbed his bottom with both hands. "Hi," said Kyle.

By way of response, Darren leaned down five inches to press his lips to Kyle's. Kyle let out a small moan as his lips folded around Darren's, sending electricity to his groin. Darren broke the kiss and looked quizzically at Kyle.

"Did you put lip gloss on to get in the shower with me?" he asked, a crooked smile adorning his handsome face.

Kyle giggled again. "I know you like it when my lips taste of fruit."

Darren slid his hand slowly down Kyle's chest. "You know what I like even more?" he asked. Kyle thought he could guess. Darren wrapped his hand around Kyle's slender cock. "This." He gave it a squeeze which caused Kyle to gasp.

Darren pressed Kyle against the wall and pinned his hands above his head, stretching Kyle's skinny torso out. While he nibbled at Kyle's neck, he pressed his fingernails into the skin of Kyle's chest; not so hard as to be called a scratch, but hard enough that when he dragged them across his skin, Kyle quivered in delight.

Darren worked his lips down Kyle's neck towards his shaven underarms where he proceeded to lick and kiss until he had Kyle purring. While he worked, he gently played with the shaft of Kyle's cock. He did it slowly so that no climax could be achieved, but there was a steady stream of pre-cum running from the tip.

When Darren finally released his hands, Kyle immediately started to run them through Darren's hair while Darren's tongue sought out Kyle's navel.

The slow nature of Darren's journey was agony for Kyle, whose throbbing erection was filling to the point of bursting. When Darren reverently peeled back Kyle's foreskin and planted a very delicate kiss on his engorged head, Kyle was very nearly overcome. He fell to his knees.

Giggling a little, Kyle hooked his arms back around Darren's neck as the two knelt before each other. "Sorry. D'you want me stand again?"

"No," said Darren. "I've got a better idea."

Darren flipped off the shower and took Kyle by the hand. Kiki watched with mild interest as the two young men ran naked through the living room into the bedroom, Kyle giggling as they did.

Kiki knew better than to follow naked people; they were always up to no good.

Darren almost threw Kyle onto the bed, a look of undisguised hunger in his powder blue eyes. He lay Kyle on his side and kissed him deeply a few times before he spun himself around and presented Kyle with his impressive manhood.

Just before Kyle slid his lips around Darren's dripping phallus, he had cause to freeze as he felt Darren's lips envelop his own. The thrill that ran through his body at the feel of Darren's tongue massaging his cock very nearly tipped him over the edge.

Coming back to himself, Kyle licked his lips and slid them over the head of Darren's dick. Darren paused halfway down Kyle's dick as he made first contact but went almost immediately back to work.

Once Kyle had taken the full length of Darren's monster into his mouth, he started thinking about other parts of Darren he found equally interesting. His round, brown nipples that just begged to be licked. Abs good enough to wash clothing upon. Strong, muscular calfs that Kyle loved to watch flex when Darren ran around in his shorts. His round, perfect buns no more than a few inches from Kyle's face.

The room was filled with the sound of slurping and the occasional moan. Kyle pulled off Darren's cock and popped a finger into his mouth. He gave it a liberal smearing of a mixture of saliva and pre-cum before he put Darren's dick to the back of his throat again.

His newly lubricated finger slid between Darren's sculpted cheeks and sought out its target. Finding Darren's rosebud, Kyle slipped his finger in without a moment's hesitation. He pushed it in as far as it would go and Darren tensed up momentarily. After a few seconds, however, he returned to his sucking with renewed vigour.

Kyle continued to slurp away on his favourite toy while he slid his finger further and further into his lover until he found Darren's love button. He pressed it and was rewarded with a grunt from Darren and a glob of pre-cum deposited onto his tongue.

Kyle played with it a little and became certain that it was working when Darren started to work faster on Kyle's cock. Kyle's own orgasm was fast approaching, but he suspected that Darren's would arrive first.

Darren was moaning more loudly and was gyrating his hips into Kyle's mouth. Kyle gave Darren's prostate one last rub and Darren's hole body shuddered. Kyle saw his feet stretch out and he gave one last almighty grunt as he deposited four shots of delicious, creamy cum into Kyle's mouth. The taste and feel of it, combined with the tightening of Darren's lips around his cock drove Kyle over the edge and he clutched at Darren's firm buns as he unloaded his balls into his loving boyfriend's waiting mouth.

Each lovingly cleaned the other's softening member before Darren spun around on the bed and lay fully on top of Kyle. Darren slipped his tongue into Kyle's mouth while his hands continued to stroke every part of Kyle they could reach.

"I love you, Angel."

"I love you too."

Johnny lowered himself onto his back and slid beneath the Peugot he had recovered from the car-park of the Duck on the Water that morning. He had always enjoyed tinkering with the various cars he had owned over the years, and now the activity served to keep his hands busy and his cravings under control.

He was under the car for a while before he felt a gentle kick the side of his left leg. He edged his way out and looked up to see Beth standing over him with two cups of tea.

"You're up early," she stated.

"Couldn't sleep. Thought I'd make a start on the car. Couple of things wrong with it."

She pulled up a garden chair and handed Johnny his brew. He leaned against the body of the car and took a sip.

"Johnny, is something going on?"

Johnny looked at her. "What d'you mean?"

"Well, you didn't go to the pub last night and now you're hanging around under a car."

"Is that really such a bad thing? That I didn't go to the pub, I mean." asked Johnny.

Beth raised her eyebrows. "No. I'm just curious what's brought this on."

Johnny hadn't yet told either Jamie or Beth about starting AA. In part he was frightened to get their hopes up in case he failed and hit the bottle again. Still, it was only fair that they had some indication that he was finally changing himself.

"I've quit the bottle."

Beth's eyes went wide. "Really?! Wow Johnny, I'm really impressed."

At that, Jamie came out of the house, holding hands with Callum, the young lad who had been staying with them. They were chatting happily and both seemed in high spirits.

"Morning boys."

"Morning Mum." Jamie gave Beth a quick kiss on the cheek. He glanced at Johnny and nodded a quick greeting. "Dad."

"So, where's Shane?"

"He's still in bed. He was knackered this morning."

"Okay. Are you boys off to school then?"

"I've got to pick up my glasses," said Jamie, then he giggled and poked his elbow into Callum's ribs. "Plus, little'un here needs specs so I'm taking him with me. Dawn would have but she had to get back to see Diane."

"I can give you a lift!" said Johnny, anxious to do something helpful for his son. "Hop in."

"That's okay, Dad. We're taking the bus." The two young lads headed off hand in hand in the direction of the main road.

Johnny sighed resignedly and Beth looked at him with sympathy in her eyes. "He doesn't know you're changing. If I were a psychologist, I'd guess he was a little scared to invest himself in you; and funnily enough, I AM a psychologist!" She threw out some jazz hands like she used to when they were younger.

Johnny chuckled at his silly ex-wife. He put his tea to one side and returned to fixing the exhaust of his little car.

"You're becoming a naturist, you know?" observed Kyle as he eyed Darren from top to bottom. He finished pinning his ID badge to his jacket and grabbed his car keys.

Darren was sitting in the lounge watching the television, completely naked. "No, I just like the look on your face every time you see me in the buff."

"Well, you're not walking me to the car like that."

"Why not?" Darren grinned. "It'd give Mrs Jenkinson something to talk about."

"Or it'd give her a heart attack. I don't think she's seen a cock since her husband died twenty years ago, and never one as big as THIS." Kyle grabbed Darren's cock and gave it a squeeze. He sat down on the couch, rested his head on Darren's bare chest and sighed contentedly. "This is too comfy. I think we should skive off today and you can fuck my pretty little brains out." Kyle's hands roamed over Darren's chest and he picked a nipple to kiss; the left one.

"What'll the Biddy Bin do without you?"

"It'll go up in flames, naturally, but who cares when I could be playing with this all day." He gave Darren's cock another squeeze, and it responded by going rock solid.

Kyle started to rub it very slowly as the pair watched Cash in the Attic. It was strangely cathartic to have it to play with. When the bidding started on some 19th Century table, Darren tensed up and unleashed another load of cum which dribbled over Kyle's hand and down onto Darren's balls.

Darren chuckled looking at Kyle's hand. "What can I say? Victorian furniture really does it for me."

Kyle rolled his eyes and ran to grab a kitchen towel to clean them both up. "So, what do you think? Should we play hookie?"

Darren sighed sadly. "No, we need to be grown-ups. I'll get dressed and walk you down."

When the pair reached the bottom of the stairs, hand in hand, Darren decided to finally broach a subject that had been bothering him for several days. "Kyle?" The pair stopped walking and faced each other in the foyer.

"Yeah, babz?"

"I've been thinking..."

"Always a dangerous prospect." Kyle gave Darren a brief flash of that wonderful smile of his.

Darren grabbed Kyle in a playful headlock, but he didn't have the heart to give him a nuggie; his hair was pristine. He released him and Kyle straightened up, giggling. He slid his hands up the back of Darren's t-shirt and cuddled up close to him.

"So what have you been thinking about, babz?"

"I think I should get a job," said Darren as he wrapped his arms around Kyle.

Kyle cocked his eyebrows. "Why? You've got college to worry about."

"It's just- well, I feel kind of, you know- awkward about like, eating your food and sleeping at your house and using your washer and stuff but I'm not paying my way."

"Aww, honey. You're sweet." Kyle craned his neck and gave Darren a quick kiss. "Listen, I'm happy you're staying with me. I like having my big sexy boyfriend cuddled up to me in bed. You cook for me, and that's brill. I don't think I've had to hoover up once since you moved in. You're not an inconvenience."

Darren rested his forehead against Kyle's. "I feel bad though."

"If you really are itchy about it, then do it. I can ask at work if they've got any cleaning jobs, if you want, but don't do it just because you're worried about freeloading. Besides, if you start paying rent then I'd have to ask you to move in for real; dare I say? Permanently!" Kyle plastered a daft look of shock on his face. "The horror!"

Darren laughed at Kyle's face and then turned serious. "So you would want me? Permanently, I mean."

Kyle stood on his tiptoes and brushed his coconut flavoured lips against Darren's. "I'll take you any way I can get you." And he kissed Darren. "Especially permanently." They kissed again and Kyle peeled himself away from Darren's body. "If I don't go to work now, I won't go at all."

"Go!" exclaimed Darren releasing Kyle from his grip. "I've got an appointment with Beth today so I'll meet you for lunch."

"Dawn, he's trying to change," said Diane while Dawn helped her change into fresh clothes. Diane was desperate for this last week of her recovery to be over. She missed walking.

"Changing? Ha! You didn't see the red mark on my baby's neck! I don't know if I'll ever trust him around Callum again."

"I know how you feel. Why do you think I've let Shane stay with you and Callum at Jamie's the last two nights? I wasn't comfortable having Gerry in the same house as him. But; I don't know, when he talked to me this morning about how sorry he was, I believed him."

"Di, I just can't risk it. Me and Callum had a strained relationship for a long time after his father passed; I don't want that to happen again over YOUR husband."

Diane sighed. "I understand." Diane hesitated. "Dawn, what if Callum WANTS to come back? He and Shane are close, and Callum might want to come back with him. That is, of course, if Shane actually wants to come home."

Dawn paused, thinking. "I suppose Callum feels safe with Shane. I guess wherever Shane is is the best place for him. Just don't expect me to be civil to him."

Diane chuckled. "You, be uncivil to another human being? Who're you kidding, Dawn?"

Kyle looked up from the IV he had been tinkering with and spotted something truly magnificent; Darren Dempster was walking toward him. Kyle felt his face break out into a huge grin and he bounded out from behind Mrs Wilson's bed to meet Darren. "Hi honey!" He reached Darren and slung his arms around his neck and planted a huge kiss on his lips.

"Hi. You ready for lunch?"

"I just have to check on Mrs Short and then I'm good to go."

Darren gave Kyle another kiss and said "I'll wait." Kyle bounded off in the direction of Mrs Nora Short's bed. He checked her machines and IV and finally stopped to have a quick chat with her. Kyle prided himself on the fact that he didn't just see to the medical needs of his patients; their mental health contributed to their recovery.

"Hey Nora."

"Kyle, deary. How're you?" she asked in her frail little voice.

"I'm great, sweetie." Kyle glanced at the bedside table and saw a few greetings cards. "I see the grandkids have been down."

"Oh, aye. The little one, Maxi, he's just coming into his own. Lovely little lad." Suddenly Nora clicked her fingers. "Oh! Speaking of cards, a young lad was in here before and left a card with me!"

"That was nice of him," smiled Kyle.

"Not for me, silly. It was for you." She reached into her handbag with shaking hands and retracted a fuchsia envelope which she handed to Kyle.

Kyle stared at the envelope, confused. "Nora, who left this?"

"A lad, maybe a little older than you. Leather jacket. Said he knew you."

At the mention of the words 'leather jacket', the skin on Kyle's neck had prickled. He knew somebody who wore a leather jacket. He looked up and spotted Darren standing patiently by the vending machine outside the ward.

With trembling fingers, Kyle pulled the envelope open. Inside was a 'deepest sympathy' card. Kyle swallowed the lump that had formed in his throat and opened the card.

Dear Darren,

Thinking of you at this sad time.

Best wishes

The one who will take him.

Kyle's eyes blurred as he sat staring at the words on the card. 'The one who will take him'; They left just enough to the imagination that Kyle felt the cold hand of fear creeping across his heart.

Still, the worst part was not that the stalker was still sending these messages. It was not that he was threatening Kyle's life. It was not even that he was involving sweet old ladies in his sick games.

The bastard knew Darren's name.

And if he knew that, how much more could he know about Darren? Did he know that Darren was living with Kyle? Did he know where Darren went to college?

Kyle must have been silent for too long as Nora finally said, "Kyle, deary. What's the matter?" She sounded alarmed as she spoke and she reached out and took one of Kyle's hands.

"D-did the guy say anything to you while he was here?"

Nora tipped her head skyward while she thought. "Let me see. He said that he knew you. He said that he would like it if you would pass the card on to someone called...Derek? Dennis? Ah, something like that." She hesitated and finally said, "Oh, and he said he'd see you very soon."

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