C'est la Vie - 21. Chapter 21

Part 21
Reunion
The old saying was very true “Out of sight out of mind.”
The first few months of his stay in Manchester he’d kept in touch with the boys and Sammy, but as the weeks became months so the weekly calls and correspondence became monthly contacts till only Kai kept in touch but only on a limited basis. At first Kai wanted to come and spend weekends in Manchester but he had dissuaded him, informing Kai that his aunt’s house was rather on the small side and as it was they were already cramped for room. The last time he’d heard from him was a couple of months ago informing him that Adam’s brother and his friends were being released from detention, and that Peter’s girlfriend and family had emigrated to Australia, and nothing else since.

His father had kept him informed about the case. Apparently the boys accompanied by the parents had walked into the police station a week after they’d left for Manchester and admitted to the assault. After the preliminary hearing the three boys were released on bail. When the case came to court his presence was not required at the trial, as the boys pleaded guilty to all charges. His father had gone to court to witness the outcome of the case. The Judge after reading the medical report on the injuries sustained by Timothy Clarkson had sentenced the boy to 3 years each in a secure establishment. They had served two years and were then released on parole.

As they neared the house he looked out at the familiar surroundings. Nothing had changed in the two and a half years that he’d been away, the same rows of houses, the corner shop was still there plying its trade for the locals. Now he’d returned to try and secure a place at London University if not there then his second choice Cambridge, or his final choice Exeter. He wanted London more than anywhere else so that he could be close to the only boy he had ever loved but he still didn’t know if Kai was available. He had a whole year to wait before he would enter Uni. He had a few projects that he had planned but it all depended on how Kai would react to his return to London.

His father parked the car and they all alighted and trooped into the house leaving the bags to be collected later.
The house was empty no welcoming committee but then again he’d not expected one as he’d not heard from any of his friends for some time, and he hadn’t informed them of his return to London.
After they’d finished their cups of tea they set about unloading the car. Grabbing his cases and carrying them to his room he got down to unpacking and organising his clothes. His computer and heavy belongings had been brought down earlier so all he had to really attend to were his clothing and arranging his personal belongings the way he wanted. Two hours later everything done to his satisfaction he lay on his bed wondering if he went over to Kai’s house what would the response be when he knocked on the door.
Their conversations on the phone when he had first moved to Manchester had been one of longing and very emotional, but as the weeks stretched to months, and then to years the talk had then become as one friend talking to another. He still longed to be held in Kai’s arms but had not let his feelings be known to him he wanted Kai to find his own true self without any pressure or demands from him.

He looked at his watch it was nearly 4.00pm he wondered if Kai would be home this time on a Saturday, never mind, he thought, if he isn’t there I can leave a message with his parents.
He went downstairs informed his parents he was going over to see if Kai was at home and instantly got that worried look on his mother’s face.
“Mum, give over will you,” he said as she continued to frown, “I’m nearly eighteen years old now and nobody knows I’m back in London I’ll be alright,” he moved up beside her and planted a kiss on her forehead. Now although he was still slimly built and didn’t weigh much over 135lbs at 5ft 7ins he didn’t have to stand on tiptoe to kiss his mother on the forehead. Furthermore the ugly duckling, well more the plain duckling had turned into a handsome Cob. Timothy didn’t realize it but as he’d grown older so his appearance had changed. In the last six months girls, as well as some boys had noticed his appealing features, which had made quite a few heads turn as he passed them by. But as he wasn’t really interested in any of them he'd never really payed any attention to their approving glances.

Assuring his mother that he’d phone when he reached his destination, he left the house and made his way to the Webster premises to visit the boy who had stirred so many conflicting emotions inside of him before he had decided to leave London. As he neared 4 Yew Tree Close he started to feel nervous wondering if Kai would be glad to see him or would he be an embarrassment as he might be already in a relationship with someone else. Still there was only one way to find out, he walked up the pathway to the front door and rang the bell.
Elizabeth Webster answered the door and frowned when seeing the teenager standing on the doorstep.
“Yes can I help you?” she enquired.
“Is Kai in Mrs Webster,” Timothy asked and he could see by the look on her face that she was not quite sure who he was.
“I’m sorry young man, he’s gone to the Shopping Mall but he shouldn’t be too long if you would like to wait for him inside. He said he’d be back before 4.00pm and its past that now.”
No that’s alright Mrs Webster I call again another time.”
He turned to leave when he was halted by the woman asking, “Whom should I say called.”
“Oh I’m sorry,” he said turning to face Kai’s mother, “Its Timothy, Timothy Clarkson.”
The woman was stunned for a moment, the last time she’d seen him the boy was just under 5ft tall and weighed 105lb now a surprisingly handsome young boy who was taller than she stood looking at her. “Oh my goodness Timothy,” and she grabbed his arm dragging him into the house. “So when did you arrive in London,” she asked as she had the boy seated in an armchair in the sitting room.
“I only arrived earlier today. Thought I’d pop around and see Kai.”
“He’ll be so pleased to see you, just hope he does a better job of recognition than I did.”
They’d been talking for about ten minutes when Timothy stood up saying, “It was nice seeing you again Mrs Webster, but I’d better get home. Tell Kai I called and I’ll phone him later.”
She accompanied the boy to the door seeing him out of the house saying that she’d definitely let Kai know that he’d called.

The front doorbell rang and Mary Clarkson went to answer it. Opening it she frowned at the person standing in front of her till the boy said, “Hello Mrs Clarkson.” And realisation hit her, she smiled saying, “Wonderful to see you again Kai, my how you’ve grown.”
Timothy called at our house,” the boy said, “But I was out at the time, so I’ve come around to return the call.”
“Come in Kai,” Mary Clarkson said holding the door wide open for the boy to enter, “He’s upstairs in his room you know the way.”
“Thanks Mrs Clarkson,” and he made his way to Timothy’s bedroom.
Outside the room he knocked and waited, he heard footsteps and the door opened and Kai Webster got the shock of his life. He still carried in his mind the last image he had of Timothy the day he returned home from hospital. Gone was the plain little nearly 5ft undernourished kid, in its place stood a young, slim 5ft 7inches tall, and very good looking boy.
Timothy in turn when opening the door had to lift his head to look into Kai’s face. He had been nearly 6ft in height two years ago now he was well over it by four or five inches. They stood looking shyly at each other till Timothy coming to his senses stepped back saying, “Come on in Kai.”
He entered the room and closed the door, but remained standing declining the chair that Timmy offered him. Moving so that he stood in front of the smaller boy he asked, “Have you got a boyfriend?”
“That depends,” Timothy responded.
“What d’you mean by that.”
“Well I’m not sure if the boy I’m in love with is available.”
Kai felt a sinking feeling in his heart. He knew that Timothy was very fond of Peter Blake, and now that Crystal and her family had immigrated to Australia Peter was free, so after hearing what Timothy had just said he assumed it was Peter that had brought him back to London.
“So who’s the boy?”
“Who do you think?” Timothy said thinking that Kai would automatically think it was him.
“Dunno, Peter maybe.”
“What,” Timothy said astonished at the name mentioned. He moved closer to Kai so that their bodies were nearly touching. Then bowing his head and in a soft voice which caught in his throat because of the emotions coursing through his body said, “It’s you Kai, It’s never been anyone else.”
Kai lifted his hand to place it under the chin of the bowed head that stood in front of him and tilted it upwards. As the face was exposed he could see the look of expectation and yearning in the boy's eyes, “I’ve been available for two whole years Timmy,” and he lowered his head to bring their lips together.
The kissed with a hunger that lovers did after months of separation trying to devour each other and not getting enough to satisfy their longing. Kai broke the kiss lifted Timothy and carried him to the bed, he removed the smaller boy’s shoes kicking off his own then laying Timothy on the bed lay down beside him. He wrapped his appendages around the smaller boy more or less making him disappear.
Timothy Clarkson was in Heaven having the only boy he’d ever loved enveloping him once again in those arms and legs. He snuggled into Kai’s body and buried his face into his chest and quietly cried letting the tears of happiness flow freely.

They lay on the bed clinging to each other letting two years of emptiness be drained from their bodies, and revelling in the pleasure the simple act of lying in the others arms brought.
Kai unwrapped his arm from around Timothy and managed to get his smaller friend to lift his head so they could face each other.
“Why didn’t you tell me it was only me when you were in Manchester?”
Timothy rolled over so that he lay full length on top of Kai, “Didn’t want you to think you had to be committed to me.” He said looking down into his companion’s eyes, “I wanted you to have time to meet other boys and make up your own mind if you still wanted to be involved with me,” he lowered his voice and shyly uttered the words, “And be my lover.”
“I’ve been thinking of nothing else for the last two years.” Kai said smiling, “I thought you’d gone to Manchester because of what happened between James and me and that you had decided you only wanted me as a friend not as a lover.”
“I always wanted you Kai and no one else, but that’s in the past now we can look to the future.”
“So other than meeting me why are you back in London? I would have come to Manchester if you wanted.”
“To go to Uni, if not in London, then Cambridge, or Exeter.”
“What! You’ve already done you’re ‘A’ levels.”
“Yeah I got my results in june.”
“Oh man you must be some sort of ‘Whiz Kid’, Adam and I won't be sitting our 'A' levels till next year.”
“I was allowed to take my exams early." Timmy said, "So I won’t be going to Uni for at least a year. I can help you and Adam with your studies if you’re still taking the same subjects you said you were going to take, and at the same time we’ll be together,” he ended by pecking Kai on the lips.
“He grabbed the smaller boy and rolled him over so that their positions were reversed, “Timothy Clarkson, if we weren’t in your house I’d rip your clothes off and make wild passionate love to you.”
The boy lying on his back looked up into the eyes of the face staring down at him, and smiled saying, “Promises, promises.”
“Right for being sarky I’m going to do it,” and Kai Webster began to pull at Timothy’s shirt.
“No Kai no,” Timothy yelled at the same time laughing, “You don’t know when one of my parents or Linda might come up here.”
Kai stopped his sham attack on the boy lying beneath him, then lowered his face to brush his lips against those of Timothy’s with the faintest of touches.
As they lay side by side the smaller boy shyly asked, “Will you make love to me when we’re alone Kai. I’ve been saving myself for you.”
Those words were like a knife to his heart. Here was the boy who he had wronged and cheated on still being faithful to him.
He pecked the boy on the lips, then arose from the bed looking down at the boy lying on the bed he said, “Don’t move and don’t ask any questions.”
He left the bedroom making his way into the bathroom and heading for the medicine cabinet. Opening it he looked for and found what he knew to be there a small bottle of Vaseline removing it he made his way back to the bedroom and this time besides closing the door he locked it.
Moving to the bed he placed the Vaseline on the bedside table then lowering himself beside the boy who had never failed him he softly kissed him on the lips saying, “Timmy when we make love it’s going to be something special. For not only do I have this desire to be inside and as one with you, also I need you to be inside of me so our love can be shared as equals.”
I know your parents are in the house but I’m sure they’re knowledgeable enough to give us our privacy and also to keep Linda away. ”
Stroking the smaller boy’s head and looking down at the expectant face he smiled saying, “Now today this is going to be my way of showing my love for you, Timmy I want, no I need you to make love to me.”

The smaller boy lifted his hands to brush the hair from the face that looked down at him, “Love you Kai Webster, always have, always will.” He pulled the face that had been constantly in his mind for the last two years downward so that their lips could unite.
Breaking the kiss Timothy said, “I’m scared, I’ve never done it before.”
Kai grinned, and imitating his friend’s accent said, “Don’t be frit; I’m here and just as nervous.”
“You can’t be you’ve done it before.”
“Not with the boy I love. Now enough talking keep still while I undress you.”

Kai took great pleasure in undressing his lover and while doing so marvelled at the total contrast this simple act had on him in comparison to having sex with James Fletcher.
With his lover now naked on the bed and his loin rampant in expectation he quickly stripped then taking the Vaseline applied it to Timothy’s erection. Preparing himself Kai then lay on his back and lifted his legs exposing his rectum for his lover, then looking at Timothy nodded to him.
Timothy Webster had never been more nervous in all his life. He had always imagined that it would be Kai entering him the first time they made love during his fantasies, never the other way round. Seeing Kai nod to him and smile encouragingly calmed his nerves as he moved forward to enter Kai. As he did so his lover grasped his manhood and guided him to the waiting orifice. Slowly he entered Kai, at first he thought it would not enter, but with encouragement from Kai and more persistent pressure on his part suddenly the head of his manhood disappeared, swallowed by his lover’s rectum. He saw Kai grimace a bit then nod to him to continue again he thrust forward and more of his manhood slid further in. Now the pleasure of being inside Kai’s took over and he thrust further in till he was buried as far as he could go. Timothy looked at his lover lying on his back at the little beads of sweat above his upper lip, and at his manhood which had been erect before their love making began was now deflated. He stayed still for a moment then moving his hand gently started to fondle Kai’s scrotum and cock. Kai’s manhood reacted to his stimulation and hardened, Timmy moved his hips now in rhythm to his hand movements bringing pleasure to both of them. The grimace was gone from his lovers face in its place was a smile of contentment giving Timmy the incentive to increase his pace.
He knew he wouldn’t last much longer he was trying desperately to forestall the inevitable but to no avail. He felt the tell-tale tingling in his balls causing him to release his lovers manhood so that he could hold onto is hips and pound him harder and faster.
He could hear the sound escaping from his mouth “Uh uh uh uh uh then he froze momentarily as he reached that moment when his semen would burst forth. That moment of stillness passed and his hips bucked uncontrollably as his semen now travelled up his cock and erupted blasting deep inside his lovers bowels. In the middle of his ejaculation he felt Kais rectum clamp down on his cock as if it were trying to strangle it then he heard him grunt and watched as the cum flew out of the end of Kai’s cock to splatter over his lovers chest.
Exhausted he withdrew from Kai then lay full length on top of him resting his head on his lover’s shoulder. He felt Kai’s arms encircle him then gently squeeze and Kai whispering in his ear, “Love you,”
The two words spoken with such sincerity brought tears of happiness to Timothy’s eyes. Kai feeling the wetness on his shoulder moved is lover off his body so he could look at his face, and seeing the tears in his eyes asked. “What’s wrong Timmy?”
Timothy smiling through his tears and with his voice catching in his throat managed to get out, “Nothing wrong Kai it’s just that you’ve made me so happy I couldn’t help but cry.”
Kai taking Timmy into his arms and drawing him into a hug said, “That’s what I intend to do from now on make you Happy.”



The last two and a half years had seen the two boys having to contend with events that other boys would never experience throughout their lives. Now content and lying in each others arms they could look forward to the future with a certain degree of confidence, knowing that they would be no straying from the fold. Yes they would have their highs and lows, which relationships didn’t. But having already experienced some of life’s knocks so early in their lives they were sure that together they would be able to overcome any further obstacles that life had ready to place in their path.

The End