Unexpected: Five Years On 8
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The story is not autobiographical and is a product of the writer's fertile imagination.
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Previously
As Jeremy came into the kitchen, Mrs Malenfant looked up. "What is all this?"
"I know that you are having a lot of people. My contribution to the party. Hope it is OK. It should be refrigerated until you need it."
"This was not necessary and you brought this wine and alcohol as well! Thank you." She gave him a big smile. He ate something quickly with a soft drink.
As they entered the porch, a man separated himself from the group. Jeremy heard Timothy sigh. It was Mr. Malenfant; he remembered him from the wedding. Timothy's father cocked his head, "So Mr. Marchese-Milner, you are Timothy's friend from the city. Jeremy, if I remember correctly. Timothy didn't mention your name, I am glad that I remembered it. So you are here to learn to water ski."
"Yes sir and to celebrate July 1st. Timothy has told me about your yearly celebration. He assured me that one more would be OK. I thank you so much. Sounds great."
He gave Jeremy a rather long look that was certainly not totally welcoming. Oh, oh thought both Timothy and Jeremy this might not be as easy as they hoped it would be. No, Timothy realized it was almost exactly what he had anticipated. So be it, he thought quietly to himself.
Present
They looked at each other as they left the porch and smiled. Timothy spoke first. "I know the look. I have had it many times in my life. I am not going to let it spoil the day. We have some kids down there who badly want to get behind the boat and show their stuff. Let's get our priorities right."
"Right Counsellor. You are tough and have your priorities right. I am looking forward to that mouth to mouth resuscitation session."
"Incorrigible."
"What me? You were the one who brought it up." They laughed and argued all the way to the dock.
A cheer went up from the kids at the dock with lots of comments of how long it took.
Timothy gave them the look. "If you are so upset at me, maybe Jeremy and I shall just go swimming."
Laughter and more howls of protest. Soon the first kid was up behind the boat having a blast. Jeremy was impressed at how good he was. He became more impressed as each kid did his or her stuff and were obviously experienced. What would they think of him? There were a few spills but that was due to tricky, advanced manoeuvres by the skier.
Finally, it was Jeremy's turn. Everyone had suggestions. He only listened to his guy. Jeremy was strong so it was decided that he would sit on the dock and Timothy explained how to do it. As Timothy expected, Jeremy was a natural.
The boat started to go and the line started to tighten. As soon as it was taut, Timothy increased the power and Jeremy held his hands arms, body and legs exactly as Timothy had said and he was up and skiing. Timothy did a couple of turns around the bay and then increased the speed. Jeremy felt the power surge and felt exhilarated with with the speed and feel of the water beneath him. He decided to do what he saw the kids doing. He turned and crossed the wave that boat made. It was exciting as he let his legs absorb the impact. Timothy went into a sharper turn and sped up. Jeremy loved the feeling. He crossed back and went right over the other wave and corrected his trajectory. He could see the huge smile and thumbs up from Timothy.
He dd it a few more times and then saw the signal that Timothy was taking him in and he would have to let go of the rope. Again he remembered the instructions. He must have leaned to one side because as he let go, with a combination of the sudden loss of momentum, the drag of the water and his leaning, he was suddenly under water, spluttering. When he came to surface, all the kids on the dock were laughing and then cheering. He got the skis off and swam with them to the dock.
You would think that he had climbed Mount Everest. He heard comments about how well he had done and the manoeuvres were excellent for his first time. Jeremy had enjoyed it even more than he expected. After Timothy had docked, he had one whispered comment to Jeremy, "Damn, no mouth to mouth." Then he added, "You are a natural. Well done."
Jeremy's own whispered comment was to wait just a while longer for the mouth to mouth. He said that he needed it badly after all the water he swallowed on his dismount. They left the younger ones and walked side by side up to the chalet. The number of guests had grown by a lot. They looked at each other and commented that his mother must need some help. In the kitchen was a young lady a bit older than Timothy. Timothy took one look and he yelled out, Marie Claire, and he ran and hugged her.
Marie Claire looked over Timothy's shoulder. "Are you going to introduce me to your friend?"
"Jeremy, my sister Marie Claire. Marie Claire, a friend from the city, Jeremy." Jeremy gave her a light kiss on both cheeks in greeting. "Hey where is your big hunk of a guy, Pierre?"
"Oh, changing the baby. It is his turn."
"I take it that Luc is thriving."
"Yes, you haven't seen him for a while. He is 8 months and he is gorgeous. Thank goodness, we are finally getting full night sleeps."
They all chatted and Timothy finally looked at his mother. "Mom, you have such a big crowd, Jeremy and I have come to help. We are going to do the BBQ and anything else that you want."
"I won't deny that I could use a bit of help. Your father is out there doing his meet and greet thing with the guests but we do have to feed the multitudes. But Jeremy is a guest."
"Mom, I invited him for water skiing. How do you think that I am going to get him to pay for that?" He paused and then with an evil chuckle, "Work under my control." That got a bit of chuckle from everyone.
Jeremy's smile was mischievous. "I think that I like your mother's suggestion better."
With just the right tone of voice, "You want to get on those skis again?"
"Oh counsellor, you are so persuasive. Mrs. M., what do you need done?"
His mother smiled at both of them. She knew that Jeremy had been kidding her son; she had seen Jeremy's smile. She liked this man and he had come up with his own name for her. She liked being Mrs. M. She outlined all her needs. Marie Claire joined with pleasure. Jeremy enjoyed himself immensely. It turned out that Marie Claire and later Pierre, when he joined them, were fun to be with and Jeremy felt that he was part of the team.
It became obvious that money was not really a problem in the Malenfant household. There was a second refrigerator filled with potato salad and other delicious looking salads along with cut vegetables from one of the best delis in the city. There was a wonderful selection of sausages and chicken for the BBQ. Marie Claire had come up today with a vast selection of artisan breads and dinner rolls. Jeremy's antipasto and meat had been put out for snacks in the afternoon and Mrs. M. let him know that they were delicious and she was very pleased that he had brought them.
Soon everyone was digging into a July1st feast. Apparently, the guys had done a good job on the BBQ. They had both just enjoyed being with each other and being part of the family team. Timothy realized that this was the best July 1st he had ever had. There was a toast to Canada Day from Jeremy's father. Quite a few of the guests had had quite a bit of wine. He did notice that Timothy's father did pace himself well and was drinking soda water or coffee.
After they helped with the clean up. They went behind the chalet and put up their accommodation for the night. Timothy had pointed out that he should keep his bedroom free for anyone who didn't want to drive home after the fireworks, a good excuse for the tent. The tent was a two man tent and as Jeremy said, very cozy. They brought out air mattresses and sleeping bags. They both got in the tent to set it up. They looked at each other.
Jeremy's eyes were blazing. "Oh shit I need that mouth to mouth badly."
They lay on one of the air mattresses. As many times before, it started off softly and romantically but suddenly it turned passionate. Timothy had to break the kiss and whispered "Jeremy, no moaning. This is a tent and there are lots of people around, especially the kids."
"Right but you do something to me." He reached down and felt Jeremy's bulge. "It appears that it is mutual."
"OK, you sexy beast. Calm down. Let's go for a walk. I want to show you the area. The fireworks don't start until around 10 or so. They went for a walk and when they returned some of the guests were playing cards and the kids were playing board games until the time for the fireworks.
Timothy looked around and spoke up. "Anyone for Euchre? Jeremy and I challenge anyone who dares to play us." There were chuckles and Mrs. M with a big smile said that she and Pierre would take them on. They played several games until Mrs. M said that she had to go and replenish some of the food and get ready for after the fireworks. She assured them that Marie Claire would help her. One of her friends took her place. Jeremy and Timothy still beat them fairly easily. They repeated their good games from the bachelor party. Both guys remembered their first time playing together at Jake's party. So much had happened since then; it was incredible how their lives had changed.
Mr. Malenfant announced that the fireworks were imminent and everyone put on mosquito repellent and went down to the beach. The community association collected money every year and hired a local group to put on the display. Timothy and Jeremy had brought down a blanket and they found a log to lean against. As they sat down, they smiled at each other and Timothy whispered that this was the best July 1st ever for him. They let their hands touch and occasionally one or the other would stroke the others hand. Shortly after, Marie Claire and Pierre arrived and Timothy quickly repositioned his hand. They chatted for a minute. Pierre went over to ask Jeremy something and they started talking about their jobs.
Marie Claire turned to Timothy with a little smile. "When are you going to tell mom and dad?"
Timothy gave her a little quizzical look.
"I have watched you two together all day and you didn't move your hands quickly enough when we arrived. I am so happy for you. I have always wondered. Never a girl or a date. I am behind you completely. You are going to have trouble with dad."
"OK, busted. He is the best thing that has ever happened to me. I am going to talk to Dad tomorrow after breakfast. He hasn't exactly greeted my guy with open arms. There have been some of his looks."
"We all know the looks. No matter what, I mean it; I am totally behind you. I think that mom will be OK."
At that moment, the first burst of fireworks broke over the water. The oohs and ahs were loud from the crowd. After several spectacular displays. Jeremy turned to Timothy with a soft look of love and pleasure. "The best July 1st ever for me too. Doesn't get much better than this." Timothy grabbed his hand and held it.
Jeremy tried to get him to release it. "Marie Claire just ask me when I was going to tell mom and dad. She guessed and I told her. It feels so good to be able to hold you like this here with at least one member of my family. I'd kiss you but .... not quite ready for that public display. Minutes later there was a final burst that had the crowd clapping and exclaiming.
They walked up to the chalet with Marie Claire and Pierre. When they reached it. Pierre turned to them both. "We have your backs. I suspect that you will enjoy your accommodation tonight." The guys just smiled at him with a little cuff on his arm.
They went into the chalet and there were yet more desserts being put out with coffee, regular and decaf. Eventually, the crowd started to thin and the guys decided to go to bed. They said good night to Mrs. M and Marie Claire and Pierre and finally to Mr. Malenfant. As Jeremy was talking to Pierre, Timothy's father looked first at Jeremy and then at Timothy and quietly but in a very somber tone, said to Timothy, "Young man, you and I need to talk tomorrow."
"Sure, I had intended to talk to you tomorrow. Right after breakfast? Good." He said it in a bright but confident manner. His father's eyes narrowed.
His father's tone has been peremptory and not pleasant. Timothy had his strategy planned. He knew that strategies would have to modified by the circumstances as they talked but he was ready. He only hoped that his mother would be OK with what he was going to say tomorrow.
They were in the tent only a second when Timothy turned off the flashlight; he didn't want any shadows. He grabbed Jeremy and kissed him. "What a wonderful day and night. Thank you for being so great with my family. My sister really likes you and is truly happy for me. Come I need to show you how I feel."
"You are just horny after 5 days." He put his fingers on Timothy's lips. "I know that we mean more than that to each other. Let's show it."
It was true they were fired up after that many days of celibacy but both of them knew that tomorrow was a significant day in their lives and each wanted to console or encourage the other. They turned on the flashlight and put their air mattresses together and then undid the sleeping bags. One went under them and the other was their cover. This was their bed together tonight. Timothy had thrown in an extra blanket, just in case they needed it. They turned off the flashlight and facing each other, took off the others clothes. Both were unbearably hard as they finished with their shorts.
"Jeremy, you looked so handsome and sexy in those shorts and you hair all mused from being in the water."
"You looked so at peace after you talked with your sister. You looked bloody sexy in the boat in your bathing suit and that sailors cap on. I wanted you right then. I realized on the drive up how much I was looking forward to seeing you. You came bounding up the hill. It took all my will power not to hug you and kiss you. Now I can."
He leaned over and kissed him again and again. Their erections were rubbing against each other as the hugged tightly leaving a trail of precum on their bodies. Timothy finally broke the kiss. "I'm going to turn around. I like the taste of your body after swimming and the rest of the day."
They were quickly in a 69.
They woke the next morning with the sun. Tents do not block the light very well but they had slept well and woke with Timothy turned on his side towards Jeremy with one arm over Jeremy's body. What a wonderful way to wake up was Timothy's first thought. Jeremy must have been awake or had wakened with Timothy's movement. Jeremy turned his head, his face radiant in the light with a loving smile. They kissed. Not surprisingly they reenacted their time together last night.
"Do you want to wake up in the real chalet way. Let's have a quick morning swim. It will be refreshing."
"You do know that you are crazy ... but I like crazy."
Timothy held up two bathing suits from a small bag he had brought. "You planned this." Timothy called him a wuss and laughed as he put on his bathing suit and scrambled out of the tent. "Last one in makes the coffee."
There was a wild run down the hill and Timothy beat Jeremy into the water by about 5 seconds. They laughed and splashed each other and suddenly Timothy took off swimming hard out into the bay. He was followed by Jeremy. They reached a spot in the bay and tread water. Then the splashes started with lots of laughter and threats. Finally, Timothy took off with Jeremy in pursuit. Timothy was a strong swimmer and reached shore many seconds before Jeremy. He was drying himself when Jeremy ran out of the water laughing and breathing hard. In other circumstances, they would embraced each other but not today.
They walked up the hill enjoying the wonderful feeling of freshness. They entered the kitchen. No one was up. Timothy looked at Jeremy. I'll get the supplies; you make it. I'll get some cereal or do you prefer toast."
"Bacon and eggs would be great."
Timothy started to laugh. "You are serious. Alright, my treat. Bacon and eggs coming up. You do the toast. You know how I like it."
Suddenly he realized that his mother was standing at the door. Mrs. M walked into the kitchen, smiling. Did she hear what Timothy had just said.? "I hope there is lots of coffee, Mr, M&M."
"I am making a whole pot. Timothy could make some bacon and eggs for you. Or should I put some toast on for you. We, are making breakfast for you. Sit and that is an order." Her smile could have lit the room up.
They were eating a very good breakfast when Mr. Malenfant walked into the room. He said a curt good morning. His wife mentioned that Jeremy had made coffee. He just looked at Jeremy and barely moved his head. He got himself some cereal and coffee. The rest talked and he ate. When he finished, he poured a bit more coffee and told Timothy that he would be on the porch.
Timothy sighed as his father left. His mother reached over and touched his arm. Was she saying something? She smiled at Timothy and then turned to Jeremy with a smile. "Wonderful breakfast, thank you my young men. Jeremy, why don't you and I clean up together."
Timothy decided that he needed a prop, something for his hands to work with so he put fresh coffee in his cup. He laughed to himself fantasizing that he could always throw it at his father. No, to the plan Timothy, he told himself. He looked at Jeremy and then his mother who had taken something to the sink. She knew; he could tell. Timothy took something from the table and put it at the sink and touched his mother. As he neared Jeremy, he whispered telling him to be truthful with his mother.
Jeremy and Mrs. M cleaned up and sat back at the table. "Jeremy, I am going to be blunt. How long have been going out with my son?"
In a flash, he realized that something had passed between mother and son. Timothy was correct no more pretending. "About a month and half, we met at Marie's wedding and your son asked me to go to a movie with him. We had already established that we would have preferred dancing with each other at the wedding but we knew that would be inappropriate. I haven't met anyone like Timothy for a very long time."
"So let me guess, you are the one who invited him to play football?"
Jeremy nodded yes.
"You are the one he has been out with on Fridays and riding your bikes on Sunday."
"Fridays yes and bike riding yes except for last Sunday." She asked a question with her eyes. "Last Sunday, I took him to church and he met my family, well my adopted family."
They looked at each other. Jeremy took a breath and let it out in a sigh. "Jeremy knows his father's views on our relationship and we decided to do it this way so that you could meet me and make up your mind about me as a person. Timothy intended then to talk to his father today. He didn't want to spoil July 1st. I guess we didn't carry it off as well as we thought and hoped. By the way, Marie Claire guessed last night and she is happy for her brother."
"Jeremy, I don't totally understand but that makes two of us who are happy for Timothy. I have not seen him this alive for a long time."
"Timothy knows that there is a religious aspect to all of this."
"Jeremy, I am a woman. I see how the church has treated us in the past and where we still are in the eyes of the old men who run it. There are a lot of things that they just don't understand. I guess I still believe some but I have to stretch myself some days, especially with our priest, Father Pierre. If you truly love my son as Pierre loves my Marie Claire then I am with you."
With his little trademark smile, "I can't speak for Pierre but your son means more to be than I every imagined someone could. I am in love with your son."
Timothy had walked slowly out to the porch breathing deeply and collecting himself much as he did on Tuesday before going into court. His father was sitting on a chair looking out over the water.
"The lake was so refreshing this morning. Cold but when your body got used to it, wonderful."
His father was all business, no small talk today. "Timothy, do you know the rumours about your friend, Jeremy?"
First deviation from his plan. OK I know how to deal with that he thought. "Rumours? From the tone of your voice, you make it sound as if he is a criminal."
"Don't. Not with me."
"Then speak your mind dad." He held his prop, his cup and squeezed it. It felt good.
"There are rumours that his a homosexual."
"Not rumours dad. He is gay. Is this what you are concerned about?"
"Son, this can reflect back on you. People will assume. You slept together with him in a tent last night for God's sake!"
"Assume, dad? What are you saying that I am gay by association with Jeremy."
"Has he corrupted you? This reflects back on this family. Our standing in the church. My business contacts. All the people who were here yesterday."
"Ah so this has nothing to do with me. This about you."
"How dare you? You have changed in the last weeks. You are different."
Timothy shook his head and looked out at the water. Again, he felt the warmth of his cup and he caressed it. He was collecting his thoughts. The silence was almost oppressive but he knew that he had to do it, now. The plan.
"Dad, who am I to you?"
"You are my son!" The tone of voice seemed to indicate that was it and he had better shape up as well and be the good son.
"Dad, I am so much more than that. No dad, now is not the time for interrupting me. You have often used a term that I have always found offensive. You have told me often to 'man up'. That is what I am going to do right now. No, no interruptions, I have the floor." He was all courtroom and lawyer. His father was staring at him, like someone he had never seen before.
"I am a man, 26 years of age. Will be 27 this year. I came in the top 10 of my law class. I have been hired by one of the top firms in the city. I just won my first case in court. I make a lot of money, a very good six figure income. I am investing a huge amounts of my spare cash with a really smart agent from one of the top investment firms. What I do with my life now is up to me.
Now comes the tough part for you. I think that I knew in high school but I sure knew in university that I was ... gay. I had one relationship that lasted months. When that ended, I was pretty confused about who I was and how I related to people. I have stayed in the shadows. At the wedding, I met Jeremy. I ... asked ... him out. We have been together since then. I invited him this weekend so that you could meet him and see the guy that he is. As he will tell you, I had decided that you and I would talk today. That is me, dad. I am proud to be your son but I am more than that."
His father was wide eyed. Seemed to be lost for words. Finally, "As a good catholic, I cannot condone this behaviour, him, in my house, with you. He must leave. You must see Father Pierre!"
"Father, I shall never see Father Pierre about this issue. The church happens to be wrong, on this issue. I shall never change, no counselling or courses. It is quite simple; I am gay."
"Have you lost your faith as well."
In a matter of fact way as he could, "Probably some of my faith." He sighed and looked right at his father. "About your ultimatum concerning Jeremy leaving, Jeremy and I have planned to spend this holiday together. If Jeremy leaves, then I have to leave as well."
"You leave when I say you leave."
He finally breathed a sigh of total frustration."You haven't been listening very well father. I am a man. Jeremy is my partner. I act in exactly the same way as Marie Claire."
"How dare you compare yourself to her and Pierre."
"Dad, she guessed last night and knows about us. She backs me fully. Dad, in law, I am exactly the same as Marie Claire and I mean that I too can get married to anyone that I want. I am not telling you that I am getting married, just clarifying a point of law.
They stared at each other. It appeared that he had done it. His father was virtually speechless. "Now, I think that there are some young people who would like to go water skiing this morning. I should go and get the boat ready. Oh dad, let me know before it is too late please if I am staying tonight. I really don't look forward to a drive back to the city at dark and I don't particularly want to search out a hotel for tonight late in the day."
"He is not staying here. You will have to make a choice."
"I have been very clear and explicit to you and I shall go with YOUR decision." He looked at his father who remained silent but hostile. "In that case, I shall talk to mom, she is expecting us for lunch. We'll leave this afternoon. I have young ones anxiously waiting for me down at the dock."
Before his father could reply, Timothy was up and out of the porch. Timothy knew that his father was not used to being disobeyed. He wanted to break the session so that no really hurtful words were spoken by either of them.
As he entered the kitchen, his mother stood. "From the look on your face, it didn't go as well as you hoped? Darling, I love you no matter what. You are my son. My wonderful son. Don't blame Jeremy, I forced Jeremy to tell me. I knew from the way you two looked at each other; you know each others every day habits. After the party, your father said some things about Jeremy. I came to my own conclusions."
"Actually, your mother was wonderful. I didn't tell her that you told me to tell the truth; she already knew. How did it go?"
Mrs. M's voice broke in. "Jeremy and Timothy give each other a hug. You both need it." So for first time, they gave each other a hug like any other couple would. Mrs. M had a wonderful look on her face.
"Thanks mom. This guy is my rock. It appears that we are leaving. Dad gave an ultimatum that HE could not stay and had to leave. I told him that we were spending the holiday together. I did tell him that we were going water skiing and then that you had expected us for lunch. So I guess that we are leaving the afternoon."
Jeremy started to speak. "Timothy, you can't do ...."
With a big smile, "Jeremy, I am spending the holiday with my guy. To be realistic, can you imagine the atmosphere here? Dad is not pleased with me and especially not pleased with you. No, it will give everyone a chance to cool off, especially me."
They all heard noise down the hall. Marie Claire, Pierre and Luc arrived in the kitchen. "OK, what is going on? You guys all look tense. I bet I can guess." She looked at Timothy. "You and dad talked. Didn't go well. I can tell."
Mrs. M gave a very short but precise resume of the situation. Timothy sat down and put one hand on Jeremy's shoulder.
"I told you that I backed you fully. I think that we may leave as well."
"Please MC, don't do that. We'll be OK. We are going to leave this afternoon and find a place to stay for the weekend or go back to the city. I am already guilty of so many things in his eyes, don't add more please."
Marie Claire gave the two of them a big hug. "He is going to know where I stand and Pierre is with me."
We are going to take the few kids who are left for a water ski and this guy is going to get up once more. Pierre why don't you join us?" With a big grin, "The guys take on the lake. Anyway, I am looking for an excuse to give this guy mouth to mouth resuscitation."
It was so unexpected and said so matter of fact that the entire room broke up. "Your dad told me last night that you had changed. You have. You are my wonderful, happy son. Go, water ski."
A look passed between mother and daughter. It was one of resolve. "Marie Claire, let's do this together with this one." She picked up little Luc. "He is going to be brought up with a different set of values."
Little did Timothy or his father know what was going to happen as the guys enjoyed their water skiing.
For them, the tension had broken. They had a great time. Timothy felt as if a huge burden had been lifted; he felt liberated for the first time in years. He had done it.
Jeremy wanted to yell out his happiness. He could have a normal life with his guy. Maybe a dirty weekend in a local hotel after they left but he would always remember their night in the tent.
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If you liked this story, you might want to read the others that I have published on Nifty. In particular, my first story, Unexpected Change which has had the most positive comments and one of my other favourites, What a Difference a Year Makes. I have recently reread Introspection and it is worth a read.
Unexpected Change, Nifty, College, April 16, 2011
Friendship, Nifty, Adult Friends, May 20, 2011
Surprising Last Year at University, Nifty, College, June 9, 2011
Murder Changed My Life, Nifty, Beginnings, July 8, 2011
What is Love?, Nifty, Beginnings, August 31, 2011
Getting My Act Together, Nifty, Adult-Friends, November 10, 2011
Surprised, Nifty, Adult-Friends, January 14, 2012
Surprised Eric and Dave, Beginnings, February 10, 2012
Surprised Graham and Robert, Nifty, Adult-Friends, March 22, 2012
What a Difference a Year Makes, Nifty, Adult-Friends, September 13, 2012
Discoveries, Nifty, Beginnings, November 1, 2012
Introspection, Nifty, Relationships, August 1, 2013
Bad Boy Series, Nifty, Beginning, January 2, 2014
Unexpected, Nifty, Adult Friends, October 8, 2015