Zack and Jay
Chapter 13
Author: Kevin
The following morning we are up early and get ready to meet the realtor. Mom and Dad show up shortly after we finish eating and getting Shawn up, fed, and ready to go. We chat for a few minutes, before the realtor shows up. She introduces herself to everyone, her name is Mrs. Jones. Jay explains to her that my father is a contractor and will be checking the houses out for us. She doesn't seem to mind that. And even tells us that it is good to have someone in the family in the business to give us a hand checking out the houses.
We head over to the first place and I refuse to even go in. It's a dump. I say to her, "I hope every house you plan on showing us today isn't like this one. I'm not setting one foot in there, let alone let anyone take my son in."
"I'm sorry." She says. "But from what Jay told me, you are both students at the school, and I thought this place was in your price range."
"We may be students at Harvard, but we are not poor. There is no way I will live in a place like this. And just so you know; if you find the right place for us we plan on putting down a one hundred thousand dollar down payment." I explain to her.
"Oh! Ok, that makes a big difference. Again I am sorry. I must have miss understood. Well in that case there are a few houses on the other side of town I would like to show you. I think they will be more suitable for you. They are a little further from campus, but it's only like a fifteen to twenty minute drive." She says.
We all pile back into our cars and follow her to the other side of town where we pull into a drive way and get out. This house is a lot nicer than the first. She gets the key out of the lock box hanging from the front door knob and unlocks the door, showing us in she says, "This house has three bedrooms and one and a half baths. It is very quant and the neighborhood is very quiet." She shows us around the house, after Jay and I head into the backyard to check it out and talk privately. We decide almost instantly that it is too small and return to the house and tell Mrs. Jones.
She says that the next one will be bigger. We follow her to the next and it is much bigger. It's beautiful; I almost can't believe my eyes when we pull into the driveway. The well manicured front lawn and flower gardens look magnificent. Even this late in the year, everything still looks pristine and well maintained. I can tell that someone has spent a lot of time caring for and working in the gardens. We head inside after Mrs. Jones unlocks the front door and she shows us around the huge house.
Each room is very big and the house is laid out in such a way that you feel the warmth and love it has held for years. We find that there is a guest bedroom on the first floor with its own bathroom, and four more bedrooms upstairs. She tells us that there is a fully equipped home gym in the remodeled basement; along with another room that I could easily turn into a studio. Also there is a half bathroom/laundry room on the first floor.
She continues showing us around the first floor, pointing out little things here and there. Then we move upstairs. The three bedrooms are very spacious and there is another bathroom between them. Then she shows us into the master suite, it's huge and has a sitting area separate from the sleeping area. They are separated by a huge walk in closet on one side and a dressing/changing area on the other. It's almost like walking down a small hallway connecting the two rooms. We check out the master bathroom that is next to the dressing area and notice that there is a very big shower separate from the huge jacuzzi tub. It is easily big enough for two; Jay and I give each other very seductive looks.
We head back out to the master bedroom and I walk over to one of the windows over looking the fenced in backyard. I notice a very well maintained backyard; almost as good as the front, but not quite. I call Jay over to me and point out the play area in the corner. I think I have fallen in love with this house. We head back downstairs and Mom and Dad go down and check out the basement as Jay and I head outside to have a closer look at it.
Once outside by ourselves Jay asks, "What do you think?"
"I love it, but I'm worried about the cost. If it is too much, even with the down payment, we may not be able to afford it." I tell him.
"Zack; if we have to, we can take some of the money from Shawn and Sue's estate and pay it off completely. Then we will be able to replace the money when we have extra. And Shawn will have a nice place to grow up." He explains to me.
"Yeah, I know. But that money was meant for us to use to raise him or to set it aside for him for college. I don't like the idea of us using it to buy a house." I tell him.
"I know. And I feel the same way. But like I said, we will be able to afford to replace it if we have to use some of it." He tells me.
"Alright let's go find Mom and Dad and see what they think." I tell him giving him a hug and kiss. We turn around and head back towards the house. As we get to the deck on the back of the house, Dad walks out the back door.
"Well, what do you think?" I ask him.
"It's a great house and in fine condition. I didn't see anything wrong inside. Walk around the outside with me and we'll see if anything is wrong out here." Dad says. We walk around the house as he looks at just about every nook and cranny. He pays special attention behind the large shrubs and plants close to the house, making sure they are not hiding anything. Once we make it completely around the house and return to the deck, Dad says, "I don't see anything wrong with it anywhere. It's in excellent condition."
"What kind of offer should we make on it?" Jay asks him.
"Offer them one seventy-five and see what they say." Dad says.
"Ok." Jay says to him as we walk back into the house.
Mom is standing in the kitchen with Mrs. Jones; Shawn is crawling around the floor at her feet. As soon as he sees us, he crawls over to me and grabs hold of my pant leg and won't let go. I bend down and pick him up and he gives me a hug and looks up at me and says, "Dada!"
I give him a hug and say, "I love you, little man."
Jay has been standing there watching us with a huge smile on his face. He comes to me and gives me a kiss. "I love you. And I know he loves you, too." He whispers to me.
"I love you both, too." I tell him.
Mrs. Jones brings us back to reality by asking, "So what do you think of the house?"
"We like it and would like to make an offer of one hundred and seventy-five thousand." Jay says.
"Well that is a little under the asking price, but it is a good offer. I will contact the owners and see what they say. With the considerable down payment you said you will be making, I think they will accept it." Mrs. Jones says.
Jay looks at me and nods his head. I then tell her, "If they won't accept it, tell them, we will pay it in cash."
Her mouth instantly drops to her chest, it takes her a few moments to recover, finally she says, "Hang on; I'll call them right now." She pulls her phone from her purse and walks into the living room leaving us standing in the kitchen. After a few minutes she returns and says, "They have accepted your cash offer. They said they will have their lawyer contact you and set up a time to sign the paperwork. Do you guys have a lawyer?" She asks.
"No we don't. But I have checked into it and we have an appointment tomorrow evening with one." Jay says. I look dumbfounded at him and he says to me, "Sorry, I forgot to tell you."
"It's fine." I tell him. Mrs. Jones leaves and we spend a little more time looking around the house. Jay and I go down stairs and check out the home gym. It is awesome; there is every machine imaginable there. We can do our entire workout and then some. I can't believe the previous owners left all this here. There are even mirrors on all the walls so you can watch yourself work out. In one corner there is a section of the floor that has mats on it for doing sit-ups and other floor work.
We check out the other room down here and it will be perfect for my studio. It's big and there is lots of storage room for my extra equipment. There is even a cupboard that has a bunch of drawers in it that I can us for storing paints and paint brushes. I think we made the right decision on buying this house.
We head back up stairs and go back to the apartment. Mom and Dad stay for lunch, then head home. Just before they leave they tell us that they love the house and think we will be happy there.
Later, we take Shawn and King to the park for the afternoon. I swing Shawn while Jay throws King's favorite ball for him. We spend the afternoon just hanging out and playing at the park. Around four we head home. I start making dinner and around five there is a knock on the door.
Jay answers it and invites a young looking kid into the apartment. I go into the living room and Jay introduces us. "Tony, I would like you to meet my husband, Zack. Zack this is Tony."
"Hi Tony; it's nice to finally meet you." I tell him. He looks to be barely sixteen, but I know he is eighteen. He has short light brown hair and dark brown eyes. He's about five feet nine inches tall and looks to weigh about one hundred and twenty pounds. From what I can see, he has a swimmers body. He is gorgeous and will make a great model someday.
"What can I do for you Tony?" Jay asks him.
"I wanted to thank you for what you have done for me; listening, talking, and helping me come to terms with what and who I am. I have talked about how I felt with friends over the past year or so. But nobody seemed to understand what I was going through or how I felt. You did, and I am grateful for that. I don't know where I would be today if it wasn't for you. You made me realize it is alright to be bisexual and there is nothing wrong with that. I just need to find a guy and a girl that will accept me for who I am and won't judge me for needing something from someone else." He says.
"I didn't do anything other than listen to you. I didn't tell you anything you didn't already know. But thank you, I'm glad I could help you and that you are feeling better. Are you saying you don't think you need to see me any more?" Jay asks him.
"Yeah, in a way I guess I am. I've accepted it and I'm fine with it." He says.
"Ok, but remember if you need to talk again you have the service's number, just call them and they will call me. Ok?"
"Yeah, I know. Well it smells like your dinner is just about done. I should go, so you guys can eat." He says. He walks over to Jay and gives him a hug and tells him thank you one more time. Then he shakes my hand and tells me it was nice meeting me and he leaves.
"Seems like a nice kid." I tell Jay. "But I hope he isn't making a mistake."
"What do you mean?" He asks.
"Jay, most people that say they are bisexual are just lying to themselves about who they are. They either can't or won't admit they are gay. I hope he doesn't realize that too late, for his sake." I tell him.
"Well for now he thinks he is bi and he is happy. I think that's the best thing for him. And besides if he can find a guy and a girl to accept him for who he is, maybe the three of them can make a life together and be happy. That's the most important thing, to be happy when and where you are. If he can do that, I know he will be." Jay says.
I grab Shawn from his bouncy seat where he has been playing and we head into the kitchen to eat dinner. While eating, I feed Shawn, and Jay and I talk about the house. We both fell in love with it as soon as we saw it. I know we are going to be happy there. I can't wait to be able to move in.
We spend the night watching TV and talking about the house. We are both very excited. It will be perfect for us. Lot's of room for King to run in the backyard. Lot's of room for Shawn to grow and even room for more kids some day, maybe.
We get Shawn to bed and turn in ourselves. We strip and crawl into bed, lying next to each other holding each other. Jay slowly moves his hand to my thigh and leans over me and gives me a kiss. He slowly moves his hand up my leg and cups my balls while still kissing me. He slowly moves his hand up to my soft cock and strokes it. I am almost instantly hard. He slides down me and engulfs my cock with his mouth. He deep throats my dick and licks its sensitive underside as he comes off it.
After a few minutes of him sucking me he moves over to the side of the bed and gets the bottle of lube from the bedside table. He lubes up my dick and his ass. He then climbs on top of me and sits on my cock, burying it deep in his ass without stopping. The feeling of having my cock shoved into his hot ass like that is almost overpowering. I feel like I could cum at any second. He sits there for a few moments before he starts riding me. He fucks himself hard with my cock.
I reach up and grab his dick and stroke it as he rides me. I'm getting close and can't hold out much longer. I jack him off as hard as I can. His head falls back in ecstasy. I feel the tingling in the pit of my stomach start and every muscle in my body tightens up. A few more times up and down my cock; and Jay brings me to orgasm. I fill his inside with my love juice. As I reach the peak of my climax, I feel something hit me in the face, then my chest, I open my eyes and see Jay's cum shooting every where. He is moaning deeply in his throat; almost at a whisper. Another shoot of his cum lands on my stomach and then it just starts running from his cock all over my hand.
I milk every last drop of cum from his softening dick until he pulls away from me. I bring my hand to my mouth and lick it clean. His cum tastes so good to me, I feel like I can't get enough of it. He finally flops down next to me on the bed and recovers from his orgasm. After a few minutes he leans over me and licks his cum from my face, chest, and stomach. He doesn't stop until he has found every last drop and licked it up. I think he likes the taste of his own cum as much as he does mine.
We fall asleep almost at the same time; he lays with his head my chest, with me holding him.
In the morning we have breakfast together as usual and Jay leaves for his morning class. I get Shawn up and ready for the day. We take King for a walk before I take Shawn to day care and head to my classes. Jay and I meet for lunch and talk about the house again. I can't believe the plans he is making already. The things he wants to buy, the things he wants to do.
After class we meet up at the apartment and we head to the lawyers that Jay talked to. His name is Marc Simons. He is very friendly and tells us that he is gay, too. And he and his law partner and partner in life have recently bought a house together. We explain that we have already found a house and plan on paying cash for it. He gets Mrs. Jones' phone number from Jay and calls her. He gets the name of the previous owners' lawyer and calls him. They set up a time that we can all meet and go over the paperwork for Wednesday evening. He tells us we will need to go to the bank and have the check drafted so we will have it to turn over then.
We talk for a little while longer; he explains about his fees and how much it will cost. When we are done he shows us out of the office and thanks us. He seems like a nice man, very open and friendly.
Wednesday evening we meet at Marc's office. The previous owners of the house and their lawyer are already there when we get there. We talk for a few minutes and then get down to business. Marc takes the lead and tells everyone that he has drawn up a contract that he thinks will be in every ones best interest. He hands a copy to Jay and I, Mr. and Mrs. Jones, and one to their lawyer. We all read it carefully asking questions here and there for clarification on what we don't understand. After about twenty minutes we all agree on to it and sign it. We hand over the check and we are told that it will take about two to three weeks for the paperwork to be filed. But we can start doing anything we want to the house. Marc even tells us if we want we can start moving in tonight. As far as everyone is concerned the house is ours now.
We tell the Joneses that we will wait until we get the deed to move in. "There is something I have to ask. Why did you leave all the gym equipment in the basement?" I ask.
"The house was too big for us now with the kids gone. We bought a condo and it has a gym in the building, so we didn't need it anymore. And our two sons used it more then we did. We just didn't need it any more." Mr. Jones says.
Then Mrs. Jones asks, "Are you guys going to use the room down stairs for anything?"
"Actually yes, I am going to turn it into a studio. I am a painter and photographer the cupboards and closets in it will be perfect for storing my supplies and extra equipment." I tell her.
"Well that's good. I loved that room. I use to be a dress maker and used the cupboard with all the drawers for all the different colors of threads I had. I think it will work nicely as a studio for you." She says.
"That's really nice. How come you stopped making dresses?" Jay asks.
"Well, I have arthritis really bad in my hands and it just got to hard to sew anymore. It got so bad at times it would take me months to make a dress that I used to be able to do in a week or two." She says.
"I'm sorry to hear that. I work with my hands everyday painting and I can only imagine what that must be like. Giving up something you love, your passion." I say.
"Yeah, it was hard. But I knew I couldn't do it anymore. And actually moving out of the house and into the condo, and now knowing the room will once again be used helps. Thank you." She says.
"You're welcome." I tell her. After that their lawyer hands us the keys to the house and informs us that the lockbox has already been removed from the door and one of the keys he just handed us was the one in it. We talk for a few more minutes then the Joneses and their lawyer leave.
Once they're gone Jay asks Marc, "So how much do we owe you?"
"I wish every sale I was involved in was this easy. I checked the search through the country and the house is free and clear of any leans. I have a survey crew going over tomorrow to verify the boundaries. I will need to pay for both of those things, so with my fees and theirs it comes to nine hundred and seventy- five dollars." Marc says.
I write him a check and thank him for everything as we leave his office. On the way back to campus we stop at the house and look around again. I still can't believe how beautiful the front yard looks. It's going to be breathtaking next spring and summer when the gardens are in bloom. We spend a little time looking around our new home then head back to the apartment and make dinner.
After eating we work on our school work and then spend some time together as a family. Shawn is crawling around the living room as Jay and I watch a little TV. I am watching Shawn as he crawls over to the empty chair and pulls himself up so he is standing.
"Jay, look at him." I say. "Shawn just pulled himself up to a standing position."
Jay turns and looks at him just as he lets go and falls. He lands on his well padded butt and squeals a little. He's not hurt, just a little surprised. After sitting there for a few minutes he does it again. This time Jay sees him and says, "I can't believe it. He's going to be walking soon."
We continue to watch him and he tries to take a step while holding on to the chair. He manages one, but when he goes for the second his feet get tangled together and he falls again. He sits there for a minute, and then pulls himself up for the third time. This time he manages to "walk" the short distance across the front of the chair and when he gets to the side he goes back the way he came. It takes him about five minutes to make it from one side of the chair to the other. He does it about three times before his little legs give out on him from exhaustion.
He crawls over to the couch, were Jay and I are sitting, and pulls on my pant leg. I lean over and pick him up off the floor and hug him to my chest. "I'm so proud of you little man. I'm glad to be one of your fathers." I give him a kiss on the top of his head and say, "I love you."
He returns my hug and looks up into my face and says, "Dada!" As many times as I have heard him say that over the last few months it still sends a loving chill down my spine. I don't think I will ever tire of hearing someone call me dada, daddy, dad, or father. It's such an overwhelming and powerful feeling. It fills me with such joy.
I turn him around and sit him down on my lap. He snuggles into my chest and before long he is fast asleep. It's been so long since he fell asleep in my arms. I almost forgot how it feels to know that a child, a baby, is so content with you they can fall asleep in your arms. A tear leaks from my eye and Jay asks me, "What's wrong?"
"Nothing, I'm just so happy." I tell him.
He moves closer to me and puts his arm around my shoulders and pulls me to him. "I know; so am I." He whispers into my ear before giving me a kiss on the cheek. "It's getting late. We had better get him to bed."
We get up and take him to bed together, both of us kissing him and telling him we love him before I lay him in his crib. We head to bed too. Stripping naked and curling up together and holding each other. We fall asleep in each others arms.
On Friday, Marc calls and tells us that he has never seen a closing on a house move so fast. He doesn't know what happened, but as of about twenty minutes prior to his call we own our home. All the paperwork has been filed and everything has been taken care off. We should get the deed in a few days. He tells us he thinks someone pushed the paperwork through the county clerk's office but doesn't have a clue as to who that person was.
I tell Jay what he said and then call John. He answers his cell on the second ring, "Hello. What's up Zack?"
"John did you have anything to do with our house closing so fast?" I ask him.
"No. Why? What's up?" He asks.
"We met with the previous owners on Wednesday and signed the paperwork. We gave them the check then. Our lawyer just called and said that the house has already closed. It's only been two business days. He says he has never heard of it happening that quickly." I explain to him.
"Holy shit; that is fast; let me make a few calls and I will get right back to you. Something doesn't smell right here." He says.
"Ok. I'll talk to you in a little while." I tell him and hang up.
After about twenty minutes my phone rings. I look at the caller ID, and it's John calling back. "Hello John. What did you find out?" I ask him.
"The only thing I can find out is that someone in Washington DC pulled some very long strings. I don't know who and to be honest with you I don't want to know who." He says.
"That can only mean one person. Thanks John." I tell him.
"You're welcome. And please don't tell me it was the President." He says.
"Ok, I won't tell you that. Bye John, and thanks again."
Laughing he says goodbye and hangs up.
"Well, what did he say?" Jay asks as soon as I close my phone.
"The only thing he could find out was that someone in Washington DC pulled some strings for us. They wouldn't tell him who though. And John says he doesn't want to know, either." I tell him.
"Boy is it nice to have friends in high places." Jay says.
"Jay you don't feel like we get shown favoritism here at school, and now this? Crap some times I feel like we get everything handed to us. I can't explain it, but it feels like we haven't had to really work at or for anything since we got together. Sometimes I think my grades are just given to me, that I didn't earn them." I tell him.
"Zack, you have worked hard for your grades. You are doing what you love to do. It shouldn't feel like work. It should make you happy. And I know it does. I know how you are feeling still stems from the way you were treated when you were younger. You really need to let it go." He says pulling me into a long hug and holding me. After a few minutes he loosens his grip on me, and steps back a few inches to look into my eyes. "I love you. Will you let me help you with this?" He asks with tears in his eyes.
"Jay, I want to let it go, but I don't know how. I think I will always wonder what people think of me. How they will react when I tell them things. And what has happened to us this past year makes it that much worse. I step back all the time and look at what we have and how little we had to do to get it and can imagine what other people would say if they knew. Shit most of the kids at this school would kill to have half of what we have. Shit I bet most of the kids studying painting here would have given their souls to have painted the President's portrait. But she asked me, not them." I tell him.
"Yeah, that's right. She asked YOU. YOU didn't go to HER. SHE came to YOU. How can you say you didn't earn that? She told you she had checked out your paintings and loved what she saw. She wanted you to do it." He says.
"Yeah, but the only reason she knew my name or anything about me was because of us taking our story to the public." I tell him.
"Zack, we didn't ask to get attacked in that diner. We didn't ask for those police to treat us like that. You didn't ask that asshole to kick the shit out of you while handcuffed and lying along side the road. We didn't ask for anything. But a lot of good has come out of that.
"The school gets calls all the time from counselors asking if I can talk to kids at their schools. They're actually thinking about setting up a hotline for kids at schools in the area to call and set up a time for me to call them back. Zack, I didn't ask for that, but if it happens I will be so happy to help every one of them. If I can help just one person to not go through what I went through it will be worth it. If I only help one person come to terms with who and what they are it will be worth it." He says.
"Ok, so how can you help me get over my problem?" I ask him.
"You need to talk about how those kids made you feel. You need to talk about what you were thinking when you were showing or telling someone something and someone made a rude comment. Once you get all that out in the open, you need to and will be able to stop thinking about what people are thinking about you. Or more importantly what you think they are thinking about you. It will take time, but I know we can work this out together." He says.
We sit down on the couch and talk. We continue talking while we make dinner together and while we eat. We talk late into the night. About one AM we finally head to bed. I feel a lot better, but I know I have a long way to go before I am over my problem.
The next day I call mom and tell her about the house. She is shocked by the news. We make plans for them to come that weekend and help us move. I call Gary and Chris and ask when they are planning on leaving.
"Why?" Gary asks.
"Well Jay and I bought a house and we could use your help moving." I tell him.
"We'd be glad to help. We can put off leaving for a few days. When are you planning on moving?" He asks.
"Well, I just got off the phone with my mother and they will be here Friday night after work. I will call when we are done talking and rent a truck for Saturday morning. How's nine o'clock sound?" I ask.
"That's fine. We'll see you then." Gary says. We say our goodbyes and hang up.
I find the number of a local moving truck rental company and make a reservation to rent a truck. They tell me we can pick it up Friday night. I also order a bunch of boxes for packing. When Jay gets back from his evening consoling session I tell him we are moving Saturday and that we need to head over to the rental place to pick up the boxes I order and put a down payment down on the truck.
We head over and pay the deposit for the truck and buy the boxes. When we get home we start packing. We make sure to label each box and to keep things together so it will be easier to put things in the correct room when we get to the new house. Over the next few days, Jay and I manage to pack just about everything we won't need.
On Friday, grades come out, Jay and I once again don't look at them until we get back to the apartment. He looks mine over and has a huge smile on his face. He says, "I don't believe it. You did it again. You got a 4.0 gpa."
I look at his and he got a 3.9. "Jay you got a 3.9, I'm proud of you. I love you." I tell him.
Around seven we head over to the truck rental place and pick up the truck. Just after we get back with the truck my parents show up and we both show them our grades. My parents are overjoyed and decide to take us out to dinner to celebrate. After eating we head back to the apartment and Mom and Dad help make sure everything is packed that we won't need that night or in the morning. Around ten my parents leave for the motel and we turn in for the night.
Gary, Chris, and my parents show up at eight thirty Saturday morning and we make a nice breakfast for everyone. After eating and doing the dishes we quickly pack up what's left and start loading the truck. Once everything is removed from each room, Mom double checks to make sure it is empty and vacuums the rugs and closes the door. That way we know we have everything out of it. After a few hours the six of us manage to load everything into the truck. A few things won't fit so we put it into Dad's. I can't believe the stuff we have accumulated over the year we have been together.
We make the short drive to our new home and show Chris and Gary around. They instantly fall in love with it, too. Jokingly Gary asks, "Got room for two more?"
Jay hears him and says, "Yes, if you want."
"I was kidding, but I love your new home. It is beautiful." Gary says.
After showing them around, we start unloading the trucks. We take each box to the room indicated on it. We choose the bedroom closest to the master suite for Shawn. After a few hours everything is unloaded from the trucks and taken to their respective rooms in the house.
I ask Gary if he could run Jay and me back to the apartment to get his car and my motorcycle. He gladly agrees and I tell Mom and Dad we will be right back. We run back over to the apartment and we get Jay's car and my motorcycle.
When we get back Mom and Dad have already unpacked Shawn's room and have set up his crib. He is taking a nap. Jay and I set up our bed and make it getting it ready for tonight. Then we head downstairs and start unpacking the kitchen; the second most important room. We arrange everything the dishes and glasses and everything the way we think will be the most efficient for us.
Once that is done Jay calls a local pizzeria and orders a sheet pizza and two buckets of wings; one hot and one plain. While waiting for it to arrive we all start rearranging the furniture in the living room setting it in just the right places. After about an hour the pizza and wings arrive and we grab plates from the kitchen and sit and eat in the living room; as the dining room isn't ready yet. We talk over the meal and everyone loves the house even more now that our stuff is in it.
Shawn wakes up and starts screaming; apparently scared by his new surroundings. I run upstairs to get him. As soon as I enter his room he stops crying. He is standing in his crib, and he sticks his little arms out to me wanting me to pick him up. I pick him up out of the crib and he cuddles into my chest and gives me a hug. I kiss him on the top of his head and say, "You're alright, Daddy is here, and I love you."
"Dada... Love..." He says.
Oh my god, I am so surprised by his words I almost drop him. I immediately start crying and walk back down stairs to the living room. Jay notices I am crying as soon as I sit back down on the couch next to him. "What's wrong?" He asks.
"Nothings wrong." I tell him, and then explain what happened upstairs.
After I'm done Jay says, "Why do I miss out on all of this? Why does he say things to you first? Why do you see him do things before I do?" He asks.
"Jay, look how much I did for him before what happened to us. It's just natural he has a closer bond with me than you. It will take time, but the bond you two share will grow stronger and he will say new things to you too. And if you didn't get so engrossed in watching TV maybe you would see him doing new things like I do, instead of me having to point them out to you." I tell him.
"Yeah I know." Is all he will say. I lean over and give him a kiss and can taste the hot sauce from the wings on his lips. I hand him a napkin and tell him to wipe his mouth, and if he expects to be kissing me again soon, he really needs to brush his teeth. I hate spicy things.
After we are all done eating we put the leftovers in the fridge and everyone helps with getting everything in order. Jay and Dad setup the TV and surround sound/stereo system. Chris and Gary set up the dining room, and Mom and I get Shawn's room organized the way I want it.
Mom and Dad leave around eight to head back to their motel for the night exhausted from the long day. Chris and Gary stay for a while talking. I go up to Jay's and my room looking for a particular box. After a few minutes of digging I find it. I remove two presents and head back downstairs. I hand one each to Chris and Gary and they ask, "What's this for?"
"These are your Christmas presents from Jay and I. We won't see you again until after Christmas, I want you to have them now. If you want you can wait until Christmas and open them or you can open them now. We don't care."
They decide to wait until Christmas to open them, but thank us both for thinking of them. I think they feel terrible because they didn't have anything for us, but they didn't say anything and neither did Jay or me.
Around ten they leave. We are finally alone in our new home; just the three of us and King, who has taken over already. He loves the doggy door in the back door. He can come and go as he pleases. He doesn't have to wait for someone to let him out or take him for a walk. He can go outside and run anytime he wants.
We get Shawn ready for bed and put him in his crib. He whines at first, but settles down when Jay tells him he is alright, this is our new home. I find the baby monitor and plug it in and turn it on.
We head to our room and I find the other half of the monitor and do the same. We strip, get into bed, and hold each other as usually, falling asleep in each others arms.
Author's note: Over the last year I have been thinking more and more that I am not bisexual as I have been telling myself for the past 20 years. A little over two weeks ago I was finally able to admit to myself and a few close online friends that I am gay. I am in the process of leaving my wife and won't be online much during the next few weeks or so. But please know I am alright and I will respond to all of your emails as soon as I can.
I'm sorry for the delay in posting this chapter. As you can see I have been going through, and trying to come to terms with, some problems and haven't felt like writing much. Chapter 14 will be delayed even longer with my upcoming relocation. I am sorry for that, but it is more important for me to take care of my problems and my emotional wellbeing. To everyone that has helped me with this; I want to take this opportunity to personally thank each and every one of you. You guys are my life, THANK YOU! ALL OF YOU!
Comments, concerns, questions, or suggestions can be sent to kk.lonewolf.37@gmail.com or posted to my thread on www.justusboys.com/forum Gay Stories section "The real Zack and Jay".
Again thanks for reading,
Kevin