Pizza

Well here it is. The final instalment of "Pizza" (finally!).

The usual T & C's apply. Do not read this if you are offended by same sex relationships between under 18's.

Pizza 5 -- Choices.

Darren stood at the foot of the grave, peering at the headstone. If only things could have been different. If only he had the bravery to admit his love to Jack before all went wrong. If only he had not kept the loved locked up, then he would not currently be placing flowers on this grave. Where did it all go wrong? Could things have been different?

"I hope these are to your liking. I never did ask what your favourites were." Darren said to the grave as he pulled the weeds out that were growing up through the gravel. "Excuse the feet." Darren smoothed the gravel out with his foot before placing the flowers at the base of the headstone. Darren stood back at the foot of the grave and bowed his head in silence for a minuet. "Jack says he's sorry he can't be here. He really wanted to come but they won't let him out of the hospital just yet." Darren fell silent as he thought about Jack again. The rustling of the grass in the gentle breeze reminded Darren of the sea. Time seemed to stand still here as generations of people and their stories were preserved before every gravestone where they lay peacefully. "What do I do?" Darren asked the grave of Jack's grandfather. "I adore Jack. He's all I think about. When he looks at me I get butterflies in my stomach and then he smiles and I just feel like I'm in heaven. It's not that I don't want him to know, it's just that I don't know how to tell him. How could anyone so good looking like someone like me? What if he's not interested?"

As Darren had predicted, the grave did not reply but it made him feel better that he finally had told someone, even if they were deceased. "Sorry for my ramblings, thanks for listening. I'm going to go now and see how Jack is getting on." Darren turned and headed towards the graveyard gates.

"JUST TELL HIM."

Darren turned back around. What was that? He was sure he had heard a man's voice. Was it someone playing a prank? Was it in his head? Or was it...something else? Deciding not to question the dead, he sprinted from the graveyard.

It had been two days since Harry's suicide attempt and trying to take Jack with him. Harry and Jack had both survived the plunge and were currently being treated in the same hospital under the watchful eye of a rather unintelligent police officer.

Jack was in a side room on Ward C with a broken leg, broken arm and a broken rib. Where Harry was, Jack and Darren neither knew nor cared. When Darren entered the room, he found the curtains drawn with Jack asleep. Darren stood to Harry's right not quite sure what to say or do. Even in Jack's current state, Darren could not help but notice how cute Jack's face looked as he slept peacefully. Darren sat down on a chair next to the bed and gently took hold of Jack's hand that was sticking out of the sheets.

"I got the day off work today." Darren whispered to Jack quietly so not to wake him. "I can spend all day with you, won't that be great?" Darren sighed as he looked at Jack's closed eyes. "I wish you knew how I felt. I don't know what I would have done if you had...died." Darren eyes filled up at this thought. "Do you remember the first time I ever saw you. It was at that pizza restaurant with the obnoxious waiter. You came over to the table and I just stared at you. Then you asked me what I was staring at but I would not say. Well...here it is. The first time I ever saw you, I thought you were the most beautiful thing I had ever seen." Darren kissed Jack on the hand before gazing back up at him. "I...I love you...but we can never be together, not properly anyway. I don't think I'm strong enough to come out as gay...well; I'm going to go and get a coffee. I'll be back soon." Darren got up and left the room, unaware that Jack had now opened his eyes and watched him leave.

"I love you too." Jack said to himself.

-X-

In the hospital canteen, Darren spotted the police officer also getting coffee.

"How's Harry?" asked Darren, placing a paper cup under the coffee machine. Really, he did not care what state Harry was in. He only said that to create a conversation.

"You know I can't give out confidential information like that. I suppose I can say that he is in a better shape than Jack. At least Harry has no broken legs, so he can walk properly."

"Oh so he's still alive then, what a shame," Darren replied darkly as he handed some money to the girl at the till.

"I'll pretend I did not hear that."

"Wait a minuet; if you are down here, then who is upstairs watching Harry?"

"No one. It's ok, Harry is asleep."

"You left Harry by himself and if he can walk, then you know exactly where he is going to be walking to, don't you?"

"Oh, I had not thought of that."

Darren could not believe this police officers stupidity. He placed his coffee on the counter before sprinting back upstairs to Ward C.

-X-

There, Darren saw a scene of chaos. The panic button inside Jack's room had been activated, Jack was shouting things at the top of his voice and the nurses were trying to calm him down.

"HE WAS HERE! HE WANTED TO FINISH ME OFF! WHERE'S DARREN?" Jack screamed frantically.

"I'm here!" Darren shouted pushing his way passed the crowd before taking hold of Jack's hand.

"Oh Darren, he was here. He tried to kill me again. He tried to smother me with a pillow!"

"Jack, it's Ok. I'm here." Darren gave Jack a hug, which was quiet awkward considering Jack's condition. Where did he go?"

"Right! Everybody out! I've got to question this young man." The police officer declared as strolled in clutching a cup of coffee -- probably Darren's. The nurses cleared the room. "That includes you too, young man." He said to Darren.

"I'll be back soon." Darren said to Jack before leaving.

Outside the room, Darren was full of rage. How could the bastard try this on again? And where the hell was he now? Darren ran to the stairwell and peered up and down through the gaps of the stairs. There was an unmistakable sound of someone running up above.

"Harry, you bastard, I'm going to come and get you!" Darren dashed up the stairs three at a time, going around and around the stairwell.

Near the top, Darren found Harry waiting for him.

"Why won't you just leave me and Jack alone to be happy?" Harry asked desperately. In his dressing gown and pot on his arm, Darren thought he looked like an escaped science experiment.

"Jack's not happy. You keep trying to kill him!" Darren yelled. He ran at and punched him in the face and then wrapped an arm around Harry's neck from behind. Harry responded by elbowing Darren in the stomach, winding him and forcing him to bend over, releasing his grip on Harry's throat. Seizing his chance, Harry spun around and pinned Darren against the wall. He kneed Darren in the stomach three times before throwing a punch at Darren's face. Paralyzed by the pain, Darren was helpless as Harry pushed him, Darren, down the stairs. Darren saw his world spin before everything went black...

-X-

The sun shone brightly over the never ending deep green grass. Two naked people were lying next to each other. They were Darren and Jack.

"Lick it, Jack..."

He wrapped his hands around Darren's cock. He got it hard in no time. He loved this cock. He wanted it.

"Oh Darren, I want you. I have never wanted anyone so much in my life. I want your big cock inside me."

Jack got up and spat on his hands. He bent over and put the saliva up his hungry ass. Then he pushed a finger in his crack and another. Looking at Darren in the grass, stroking his huge pole, he loosened up his butt. He took plenty of time for it. He knew he was going to ride one hell of a cock and he wanted to be ready for it. Darren watched him with expectation. He had always liked Jack, this guy was a stunner. Even the sight of Jack playing with his bum turned him on.

When Jack felt loose enough he walked over. He stood above Darren and squatted right above his friend. He lowered himself till his butt hole was touching the top of Darren's rod. Then he slowly pushed down.

At first it hurt like hell. But as Jack stared his lover in the eyes he could also feel a warm glow coming over him. He let inch after inch of the enormous cock slide into his tight ass, until he was all the way down on it. It felt like it would tear him apart. It tensed muscles Jack had never felt before. He felt more pain then when he had lost his cherry, but he didn't care. This cock was humongous and it was Darren's cock! Darren was up his ass.

"Yeah! That's it Jack, sit on my big dick!"

"Oh God, it's so big!"

"Oh man, your tight hole feels so good!"

It did. Darren loved it. So tight and so hot. It made his cock stiffer than ever. He started pumping, slow and gently.

"Oh yeah! Fuck me, Darren!"

"You love my big cock, don't you?"

"Yeah!"

"Take it all! Ride my cock!"

Darren looked up to his friend. It was quite a sight. Jack riding up and down on his pole. His smooth body all tense, his hair swaying. And a strange look on his face, a mixture of pain and ecstasy. "Jack's really enjoying himself," he thought. He pumped harder, faster, deeper.

"Aaahhh! Give it to me, Darren! Fuck me hard!"

Soon he was really bucking. And Jack was bouncing up and down, feeling the huge cock ram his prostate.

"Oh God! Fuck me!"

Darren ploughed Jack's butt faster and faster. Deeper and deeper. He could feel his balls bulge.

"Oh Jack, I'm gonna come!"

"Fuck me!"

"YEAH!! HOLY SHIT!"

With wild thrusts Darren erupted. His semen poured into Jack's bowels in a never-ending stream.

"OH YEAH!!"

Jack continued riding up and down on his love-pole, milking even more cum out of him. It made his nuts ache. One final thrust. Then he felt nothing for a moment. He was completely finished. He lied back in the grass in total exhaustion.

But Jack had not finished at all. He raised his sore ass from Darren's cock and knelt on the floor in front of his lover. Although his bum was still on fire his appetite had not diminished. He moved closer and started to lick Darren's cum-drenched balls. With his arms he pushed his friend's legs wide apart. The sight of Darren's pink pucker made him gasp with pleasure. With the tip of his tongue he gently touched Darren's asshole. And then he pushed it in a bit. God, it tasted great. He started moving his tongue around in circles, lapping it, licking that delicious crack. Rimming it. It made Darren moan. He pulled up his legs to give Jack better access. He murmured.

"Yeah, lick it, Jack."

And Jack licked it, like his life depended on it. He spat into the hole and shoved his own spit in with his tongue. His saliva and Darren's sweat made it feel really slippery. Ready for more, he licked on his forefinger and put it up the wet sphincter.

"Aaahhh..."

"Yeah Darren, take it. I'm gonna make you feel good..."

"Aahh..."

He twisted his finger up Darren's tight anus. Then he got it out and held it in front of his friend's mouth. "Lick it, Darren. Make it wet. I don't want to hurt you." Darren opened his mouth and sucked Jack's finger like it was a lollypop. He had lost control completely. Everything Jack did to him was so fucking hot. He wanted more. He didn't know what he wanted, but he needed it. Even feeling Jack's finger in his mouth turned him on. Jack shoved his finger up Darren's crack again, but harder and deeper this time. He pushed it in and out, loosening up Darren's rosebud. Then he put two wet fingers in, next three.

"Oh my God, that's it. Give it to me..."

All this had given Jack a huge erection. With his right hand he continued finger-fucking his buddy, with the other he started to jerk his cock. When Darren's hole felt loose enough, he rubbed some spit on his cock head.

"Darren, are you ready?"

"Oh yeah..."

"You really want more?"

"Do whatever you want. It feels so good."

Jack crawled between his lover's legs, raised them up over his strong shoulders and pointed his dick at Darren's arse. Then he started pushing in, very slowly and gently.

"AAAAHHHH!"

He looked at Darren's twitching face. He penetrated ever so slowly, not wanting to hurt his lover too much. Little by little his stiff cock eased in.

"Oh my God!"

"Oh Darren, I don't want to hurt you. I love you so."

When it was all the way in, they sat motionless for a few moments. When he saw Darren relaxing he started to thrust.

At first Jack went easy on Darren, then he gradually accelerated the pace of his thrusts. All the time he looked his hunky friend in his stunning eyes. When he saw too much pain in them, he would slow down.

"Oh my God!"

Darren's cries made Jack even stiffer. And they made him thrust harder and deeper.

"Yeah! Take it, you big stud! Take my big cock up your tight hole!"

"Aaahhh!"

Darren took it like a man. He could still feel the pain of the penetration, but he felt a whole new sensation. He could not quite place it. But whenever Jack's dick was in all the way, he felt it. And it was tremendous.

"Oh yeah!"

"Say it, Darren! Say it!"

"Oh yeah, fuck me! Give it to me, Jack!"

"You like it up your ass, don't you?"

"Oh yes! I love it!"

Jack was now ramming Darren's rectum. Harder and deeper than he had ever fucked anyone. Nobody had ever got him this hot. Nobody had ever made his cock so stiff, so big. He ploughed faster and faster, his balls banging against Darren's butt. He kept pumping in a frenzy.

"Oh my God, fuck me!"

"Yeah!"

Jack fucked Darren's ass for ages. Slowing down when he felt close to coming, then harder and harder. It wore Darren out completely. He could only groan in a hoarse voice. Then the thrust got so fast and so deep. He looked up at Jack, who was now sweating, his mouth wide open, his face all red.

"I'm gonna cum!"

"Shoot it, man!"

Jack took his cock out and almost instantly spurted. Cum gushed from his huge dick. He jerked it again and again. More semen shot out. It seemed it would never stop. He started to feel a bit dizzy.

Darren could only watch in admiration. He had never seen anyone shoot such a load. It was enough to make you jealous. He started feeling his loose butt. It felt sore but fantastic. One last tug and Jack shot again. That was it. He fell down on the grass in exhaustion, panting. Darren smiled at him.

"Jack, that was terrific!"

"Oh Darren, I love you so much. I'm yours..."

Darren leaned forward and gently kissed his friend on his lips.

"You know," said Jack looking into his lover's eyes, "you really should be getting back. Harry's waiting for you."

"Oh that. Yeah I suppose I should but I don't want to leave you" replied Darren.

"Hey I'll see you again," Jack stroked Darren's smooth chest. I'm in a hospital bed, waiting for you to return."

Darren smiled before looking puzzled. "So...is this real or just inside my head?"

"Why should things inside your head not be real?" With that, Jack leaned over and kissed Darren on the lips.

-X-

Darren woke with a start. A strong wind was blowing and there was the sound of passing traffic. It was a few moments before Darren realised that he was laying on the hospital roof -- right on the edge.

"Oh, good. You're finally awake," sounded Harry's voice. He was stood on the edge of the building too, holding onto the railings that ran around the edge of the roof (which they were on the wrong side of). He grabbed Darren by the scruff of the neck and dragged him to his feet. "Did you know, they say that it is only when you are faced with death that you feel truly alive." Harry was staring manically over the edge.

"Harry, you're insane. Someone is going to find out what you are doing soon." Darren replied slightly slurred as he was still coming too. It was the next thought that woke him up properly. If he died, he would never see Jack again. "I know why you are doing this."

"Shut the fuck up!" Harry yelled in Darren face. "I've told you before; you have no idea why I left!" He pushed Darren back to the ground where he landed dangerously close to the edge. Harry looked back over the edge, all the anger drained from his face.

Darren knew that the easiest option would be to kick Harry in the back of the knees while he was distracted and let him fall but he could not do it. After everything that Harry had done to him and Jack, he felt no anger but sorrow. He wanted to help him.

"I let them down...my mum...Mel. I was looking out for them and took it too far." Harry continued. He sat down and leant against the railings. "If I had a chance to change everything, I would. I bloody would." He buried his face in his hands and sobbed.

Making sure to hold onto the railing, Darren crawled over to Harry. "I spoke with Mel. She told me what happened. She told me about what you did and why you did it."

Harry stood back up, tears streaming down his face. "She deserves a better life than the one she has had, Darren. They both do. I could not give that to them. Look what I've done to you and Jack. You were happy and I messed it up. The world would be much better without me in it -- it was for that year when I was away."

Darren hoisted himself up using the railings before placing a hand on Harry's shoulder. "I don't hate you...I forgive you."

Harry turned his tear stained face to look at Darren's and, for the first time, Darren saw the real Harry. Darren realised that Harry was not a murderer. He was not a violent and malicious guy. He was just a boy that had had too much bad luck. He had lost his father, his mother and his sister. The only person he thought he had left in the world was Jack and Darren was going to take that away from him. Harry had become desperate and wanted to be with Jack. That's why he jumped and took Jack with him over the edge. Darren guessed that Harry's plan today was to kill Jack with the pillow and then come up here to commit suicide.

For the first time in his life, Harry was lost for words. No one had ever been so nice to him. All he could whisper was "Thank you."

"Don't do this. Climb back over...please."

Harry nodded in agreement and waited for Darren to turn around. When he thought Darren could no longer see him, he leapt. Fortunately, Darren was still wary of what Harry was going to do and so saw him jump. He quickly spun back around and by some miracle managed to grab Harry by the arm with one hand while clinging onto the railings with the other.

"Why won't you just let me die?" Harry called up.

"You can't just give up on everything." Darren called back down. "Don't you think I have thought about giving up sometimes? Life is shit and bad things happen all the time. It's overcoming these that make us stronger."

"How can I go on? My mum hates me. Mel hates me. I've got no one left."

"Mel doesn't hate you. I spoke to her, remember. She forgave you too."

Harry's face shone with the first genuine smile he had done since he got back. He looked up at Darren.

"She forgave me?"

"Yes," replied Darren, "I really need you to climb back up. I can't hold you for much longer."

Harry looked down at the ground. A crowd was forming with some people pointing up at him and Darren. He took one last look back up to Darren. "Tell her," began Harry "The reason I did this was because I have brought a slur on the family. They would be ridiculed and threatened if I live-"

"Harry no!" Darren cut in but Harry continued as if Darren had said nothing. He was so focused on Harry that he did not notice the army of police cars below and the officer that was now running towards Darren to help.

"-so it's better this way. Tell her; I did this because I...oh she knows."

"Harry, please don't do this!" but it was too late. Harry slipped from Darren's grasp and fell for the last time. "No!" Darren yelled over the edge of the building as the police officer pulled him back over the railings. All sound seemed to be muted as Darren stared at the point where Harry had stood seconds before. The comfort words of the police officer were silent; the noise of the wind was silent. Darren felt sick as he fought against the police officers arms...

-X-

Darren was treated for concussion before being interviewed by the police. Only then, was he allowed to return to Jack on Ward C.

When he got there, he found Jack sat on the edge of the bed, waiting for him. Using some crutches, Jack pulled himself up off the bed which looked quite painful and, resting his elbows on the crutches, held out his arms. Darren accepted the invitation and hugged him. The silence was comforting as no one spoke. Words were not necessary as each knew what the other wanted to say.

-X-

A month had passed since what had happened. The funeral had come and gone as had the police investigation into his death, which found Darren innocent of any wrong-doing.

It was a lovely summer's day but Darren saw hardly any of it as he was back working at the cafe. He was feeling uplifted as his girlfriend, Carrie, had just invited him to the School Leavers' Prom as her date. Since everything that had happened, Darren had done a lot of thinking about what he wanted. He wanted Jack so much but he could not bear to tell Carrie that he was gay and so for now was seeing both of them. Jack knew about this.

Darren thought things were going pretty well until he turned up at Jack's house. The evening weather was completely opposite from the day. The sky had gone dark with black clouds as rain poured from the heavens, bouncing on everything it collided with. As Jack's parents were now home, they went into his bedroom for some privacy.

"Mum's cooking pizza for tea by the way." said Jack when they sat on his bed.

Darren smiled. "That all I seemed to eat these days."

"Well...maybe someday, one of us will write our love story and call it "Pizza"."

"Don't be silly," Darren laughed. "Why would anyone want to write or read about us?" But secretly, Darren thought that he would like to write the story of them one day.

"There's the School Leavers' Prom tomorrow and I have not got a date. I was hoping you would go with me." This was what Jack really wanted to talk to Darren about.

"Jack. You know I can't," replied Darren, "Carrie has invited me as her date."

Jack looked a little annoyed by this. He stood up and walked to the window before turning back to face Darren. "When are you going to choose, Darren? I love you but I can't wait forever. I need to know; me or Carrie."

Darren looked down at the floor not wanting to answer.

"I thought so," continued Jack. "It's never going to be me, is it?"

"I'm sorry. I can't do this," replied Darren. He got up and left through the front door.

Jack pursued him, going out in the rain without a coat on. The rain made the white top he was wearing go transparent showing the muscles in his smooth body. "Why can't you do this?" he called after Darren who had almost reached the garden gate.

Darren turned back around and walked back down the path. "I'm not as strong as you. I can't just go around telling people I'm gay and let them take the piss out of me!"

"But we'll be together. You should never be ashamed of who you are! These days, the only people who are different are the people who have a problem with gay people!"

"But...I love Carrie." With every word he felt a stabbing pain in his stomach as he knew this was a lie. "I want to marry her, have kids and grow old together." With that, he walked back up the garden path and out of the gate.

"BUT I LOVE YOU!" Jack called after him. "DOESN'T THAT MEAN ANYTHING?"

"It means everything." Darren muttered to himself as he disobeyed his heart and walked away leaving Jack crying in the rain.

-X-

The prom was being held in a large ball-room. Four tables had been joined together with a white cloth draped over them. A buffet was laid out on top. The girls were dressed in beautiful dresses and the men in tuxedoes all dancing to the various songs being played by the DJ.

Jack was stood by the buffet table watching the dancing -- he was the only one without a date. Mel kept coming over between dances to talk to him but she was soon whisked off again by the boy she was dating.

It took a while before he noticed that Carrie and Darren was nowhere to be seen. Thinking what the two could be getting up to made Jack feel even worse and so decided to comfort himself with more trifle. He was concentrating so hard on his eating that he did not notice someone standing next to him until they raised their hand to the bowl. The hand took the bowl and placed it back on the buffet table. Jack followed the arm that the hand was attached to and discovered to his delight that it was, in turn, attached to Darren. His delight quickly turned to upset again, when he remembered why Darren was there.

"If you are looking for Carrie, I have not seen her all night," said Jack. To his amazement, Darren smiled.

"She's not coming. I went to her house and explained that it would be best for us if we split up. I told her I was gay and that I was in love with you." Darren explained.

What Darren had just said was music to Jack's ears. Jack smiled broadly at Darren. He could finally call him his boyfriend after all this time!

The dance floor lights were dimmed. "Okay everybody. We've come to the end of the evening but there's time for one more song," said the DJ over the microphone. "Grab your loved ones because it is time for the last dance!"

"May I have this dance?" Darren said, smiling, holding out a hand as a slow love song played.

Jack accepted the invitation and let Darren lead him onto the dance floor. There, they held each other close and swayed to the gentle music.

"I love you" Darren whispered in Jack's ear.

"I love you, too," came the reply.

Darren did not care what the others thought of them but they seemed to not mind. They were more interested in dancing with the ones they loved. As Darren held his boyfriend in his arms, he felt happy and uplifted. He did not care what happened next or what anyone said. He had Jack and that was all that mattered...

It's like in the great old stories. The ones that really mattered. Where two unlikely people fall in love but are separated again by cruel and unjust circumstances. Sometimes you did not want to know the end, because how could the ending be happy? How could everything go back to the way it was when so much bad had happened? But in the end, it's only a passing faze. Even darkness must pass eventually making way for the sun. When the sun shines, it shines out all the clearer. Those are the stories that meant something even if you were too small to understand. That stood the test of time because the characters had loads of chances to give up on each other, only they did not. They kept going because they were holding on to something. To each other as they remembered why they became one in the beginning...

Well, there you have it! It's all over!

Hands up if you thought Jack was dead at the beginning! What was that mysterious voice in the graveyard? Was that sex scene real or imaginary? And who the hell really did write this story!?

As this is the final instalment, you can only speculate! Although, I may spill the beans and let you know what happens next if you e-mail me and ask!

I also have no plans to write any further stories (which I am sure some of you will be pleased about!) but "never say "never"". Who knows what the future holds?

Version II:

I do have an idea about continuing "Pizza". If I can develop this into a good enough idea, I may bring it back although I am not promising anything! Ha ha.

Thanks to all of you who have e-mailed me with your comments. Every e-mail was read and the comments were noted.

Keep the e-mails coming! I love hearing what you have got to say: yeti0711@fsmail.net

Also I would like to thank the silent readers (the ones who read without e-mailing) for reading this far. I always had you, the silent reader, in mind when I was taking the advice from my e-mails and I have tried to stay true to the story without changing too much.