The Saturday Boy - 24. He'll Always Have Paris

"Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage and then is heard no more; it is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing."

"Perfect, Joey… okay class, that's it for today, remember your homework assignments that need to be in by Friday, which means an automatic detention if it is not," my teacher bellowed as the sound of scraping chairs and loud chatting permeated the classroom.

I hated English, but less than I hated Shakespeare. All the stupid words made no sense to an ordinary person like me. There were just some school lessons that really had no purpose. French, pfft, we hate the French, and they hate us! Religious education, yeah, whatever, home economics, obsolete since McDonald's came to town, oh and my personal favourite… fucking sex education! I mean, if I actually got up in front of that class and told them what I was getting up to, it would make the fucking teacher's eyes bleed. I really should tell them that gay people need to be excluded, seeing as fucking a cute guy up the ass is not gonna get them pregnant.

It was now lunchtime, and I was in a bad mood. In fact, I had been since running into Tommy 'the prick' Parker just before my first class. He was up to his usual tricks, spilling out homophobic crap from his mouth. I don't know why I let it get to me today. Most of the time, it didn't. I guessed it was because his comments were now starting to include Jack more. I get it, by all means, flick off the abuse at me if it makes you erect, but fuck me if I'm gonna let you go at my boy with your mouth, the gobby Cunt! Please excuse my language.

I headed towards the cafeteria, my stomach rumbling. Hungry, tired, and pissed off was not a good combination for me, and it was starting to show in my body language.

"Mr Cork, tuck your shirt in, please," a teacher called as I walked past him. Usually, being the model student I was, I would have stopped and complied with his irritating request, but not today. Instead, I stopped and walked back towards the asshole.

"Perhaps instead of paying so much attention to my shirt, you might spend your time better tackling some of the homophobic pricks in this school," I growled before walking away from him.

"You've just earned yourself detention, young man. Report to my office after school," he called after me.

"Whatever," I muttered, continuing on my way.

 

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After getting my lunch from the counter, I slumped down in a seat, surrounded by Dean, Olly and Toby.

"Good morning, Joey," Olly said, happy to see me.

"Is it?" I replied, tucking into my burger.

"What's up?"

"Sorry, Olly, it's just been a shit morning… Hey Dean, Hi Toby"

I tapped wrists with the guys, and they sat there talking away about their weekend. Considering the mood I was in, I was largely ignored, but to be honest, that suited me as I didn't really have anything constructive to say anyway.

"So, When is Jack coming back to school, Joey?" Dean asked, trying to make conversation with me.

"Next week, I think, at some point, he needs to bury his mother, so it might be longer."

"Things okay between you two?" Olly asked, wondering if my morning was sour because of him.

I sighed. "Yeah, things are great; at least I think they are. It's mainly just people at this fucking school; they say such cruel things, and not just about me…Now they're involving a poor guy who has been ill in the hospital because of his cock sucking father... a cock sucking father who is going to prison for the rest of his life. A son who will never hear his mother tell him that she loves him because she's dead, and these assholes… these assholes think that's okay… the teachers think that's okay?" I took a deep breath, my three friends just looking at me as if I was having a breakdown.

"You could report it, Joey," Toby remarked, trying to help in his own way.

"And say what, where is my proof? These stupid, immature little fuckers are not just going to admit what they did. This is all because of that stupid bitch, Maddy!"

Suddenly I just wasn't hungry anymore and pushed my tray to the side. I kept thinking about how shit it was gonna be for Jack when he came back to school. The poor guy had already been through this once, and it had calmed down for him. And now that bitch Maddy had opened a new can of worms.

I had a dilemma, did I just admit who I was and get it over with, hoping that the fire would blow itself out. By doing so, I knew Jack and I were going to face a complicated few weeks, but better than an excruciating couple of months while everybody kept wondering if we were or if we weren't. We both had two months left at school for our final exams, and then it was all going to be over soon anyway. Maybe if I just carried on as I was… ahh shit, I just couldn't make up my mind.

"Guys?" I called across the table "I'm sorry I just need to get out of the school grounds for a while to clear my head. Dean, I'll call you later, man, okay? See you all later."

I picked up my bag and left the cafeteria, not waiting for any responses or pleas to stay. Instead, I briskly walked towards the gates and out onto the suburban road that led down to our school. I immediately felt better when I got out of there, feeling like there was some thick toxic mist that was dragging down my mood.

I was about a hundred feet up the road when I heard footsteps closing in on me. At first, I thought it was just some punk in a rush, but then as the footsteps slowed when they got alongside me, I realised I had company, company that, for a second, I really didn't want.

"Mind if I tag along?" Olly asked, walking in step with me.

"If I'm honest, Olly, I would rather be alone."

"Oh… oh okay, I'm sorry, Joey, you just looked a bit sad back there. I'll leave you in peace," he said dejectedly before stopping and turning around.

I sighed. "Hey, wait! I'm…I'm sorry Orca, I didn't mean to be rude; I just… you know you are really sweet, and I'm a horrible person."

"Stress, Joey… it makes us feel and say things we normally wouldn't, no offence taken, honest."

"Yeah, but I only feel stressed when I'm in this place lately."

"Wanna talk about it?" he asked, squeezing my shoulder.

"Jeez, where do I start? Okay, so Tommy Parker is insistent on making my life hell, along with his friends, the teachers just stand by and let disgusting comments pass by, Maddy has shit on her best friend from a great height, and I don't know why... Oh, and my boyfriend has a secret lover I'm not supposed to know about." I squealed, waving my arms about.

"Jack's cheating on you?"

"Actually, that part was a little irrational, and no, I don't think he is… in fact, I know he's not; it's just my fucking paranoid brain."

"Okay, Spill!"

"Pfft, I dunno, it's nothing really… just a card I found when we went to Jack's house to help him move some of his stuff out. It's from some guy he's never mentioned."

"That's what's been getting you down?"

I chuckled. "No, it really is just school. But maybe the card thing has, shall we say… amplified things."

"Have you talked to him about this… this card?"

"I tried, but he just dismissed it."

"Wanna ditch and continue this conversation somewhere more comfortable?"

"What did you have in mind?"

"My place…my parents are at work, and I got loads of junk food in the cupboards."

"Do you have coke?"

"The real thing… and it's even in the proper shaped glass bottles."

"Okay, you sold it to me, fuck it, let's go!"

"I like your style, Joey."

 

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After a short bus ride to Orca's, he led me into his kitchen and promptly opened up what he called the goody cupboard. He had everything in there, crisps, chocolate bars, Wagon Wheels, Jaffa cakes and Haribo sweets, which I loved.

"Knock yourself out, Joey. I'll get you that real ass coke I promised."

"Wow, Orca, my Mum would never let me have a cupboard like this; what gives?"

"Hey, I'm an only child, my Mum seems to think that's an excuse to spoil me, and I don't ever discourage it," he said before breaking out into a rather cute smile.

"I'm with you there. This is awesome," Not wanting to pass up his generous offer, I pulled out a small selection and placed them on the table and started gorging. "Sorry, how rude of me, would you like some?"

"Hehe, I'm good for a second, "he replied, bringing over two bottles of coke from the refrigerator. "So, you were saying, before we got drowned out by the noise on the bus."

"Was I?"

"Yeah, how you're gonna handle the thing with Jack and his mystery lover."

I laughed. "Oh that, yeah, well, I guess I just need to wait and see if he wants to talk about it, he's going through a rough time right now, and I don't want to make things worse. Besides, it's just me being stupid, I know that really."

"What would happen if he was seeing someone else? Would you leave him?"

I was pretty shocked by the question, to be honest, evidenced by the sudden halt in my chewing. I'd never thought about it… I mean really thought about it, and I felt a chill run down my spine.

"He isn't, He couldn't be, he's been in the hospital, and before that, we weren't really seeing each other."

"Well then, silly, you've just solved your own mystery, haven't you?" He said, looking pleased with himself. But something told me there was a twinge of disappointment there as if secretly he wanted Jack to be cheating on me. I brushed it off.

"So what about you? Seeing as we've been talking about me for ages, what's going on in your life?"

"Well, I just moved schools, as you know, so I guess that's the biggest thing. Apart from that, not a lot."

"No cute boy on the radar?"

"Yeah, but he's taken," Orca said, trying to pass it off as a flippant remark.

"Anyone, I know?"

"Nah, just some guy I've had my eye on, that's all."

"Oh…so what are you going to do about it?"

"Nothing I can do. I'm not a relationship wrecker. Just gotta see how things go between the two of them and if it doesn't work out… I'll POUNCE," he cried, making me jump, his hands up like cat claws. Orca cracked up laughing seeing me flinch, and after a second or two, it spread to me, and I lightly giggled.

"You're a funny guy Orca."

"Yeah, I try; a little bit of laughter makes the world go round, I guess, and if it cheers you up, then I have at least one reason for living, eh?" he said, taking a swig from his bottle. "So, do you think Toby might be gay?"

"Toby? Nah, straight as they come, him."

Orca smirked. "Yeah, that's what Dean said about you and look what happened."

"Dean said that about me?" I asked, perplexed.

"Yeah, he said that it took him by surprise, but he kinda gets it now. Don't get me wrong, he wasn't being nasty or anything. I don't want you to go back and say he was gossiping about you. It was just a passing comment during a conversation."

I had often wondered what Dean really thought, and seeing as Orca was kind of unknown to him, maybe it was as close to the truth as I was going to get, seeing as he didn't have any reason to lie about his thoughts to Orca.

"Hmm, well, Dean is a complicated soul, but befriend him if you can, and he'll always have your back," I remarked, Dean suddenly in my good books. At least he wasn't spouting off any negative comments about me to the latest homo boy to appear in his life.

"I think he's really hot. Actually, I love muscly guys with a bit of fat. Oh and redheads… well, actually right now, the barrel is pretty empty, so I like just about anything with a pulse."

The comment almost made me choke as I laughed right when I was swallowing a sip of coke, making a little fizz down my chin.

"Yeah, I don't recommend hitting on Dean; he's not at the stage to handle that yet… that's if he ever will be."

"You guys been friends for a long time, yeah?"

"Yeah, it was me, him and Shaun like, forever. I miss those days sometimes, and I miss Shaun now things have moved on. We were just about toddlers when we met. Our parents were...are friends too. Obviously not Shaun's because they turned out to be fruit cakes but Vince and Sarah are gold and treat me like a son."

"Aww, that's nice. I wish I had that, but my parents just work and work. I don't think they have any friends, and so nor do I really.

"Hey, you have us?" I said, banging his skinny arm.

Olly smiled and looked into the distance. "Yeah, I do now I guess."

"Well stop feeling sorry for yourself then," I smirked.

"So, Shaun? Sounds to me like you never grieved for him, Joey."

"Hmm, maybe, but life has been hectic lately, and to be honest, I've actually been glad it has. Maybe I've been a coward, but not having to deal with the emotions of Shaun, his ways, the things he did and ultimately his suicide has been a relief."

"It will get you one day, Joey, trust me…there is no escaping grief. It will stalk you until you are at your weakest, and then… Bam! There it is."

"Well, thank you for that Olly, I really feel better after hearing you say that," I said before smirking again.

"When my Granddad was in the hospital with cancer, I used to go visit him with my solitaire board… you know, the one where you play with the marbles. I would go up to his ward every day after school, and we would play for forty-five minutes, never any longer because he would get tired. One day when I went in, he asked me not to bring the solitaire board and just bring myself and a song that reminded me of him."

"What did you bring?" I asked.

"It was actually Songbird by Fleetwood Mac."

"Why that song?"

"Because, when I used to go around to my grandparents for Sunday lunch, he would always play it. He said it reminded him of how peaceful life was on a warm sunny day. Anyway, I brought this song loaded onto my iPhone, and I climbed up onto his bed and placed one earpiece in his ear, and I took the other and played the song. It started, and I saw a lone tear escape from his eye. I took his hand in mine while we listened and laying back with him on his bed. I just relaxed, my hand gripping his. Anyway, the song ended, and I pulled out the earplug from his ear and asked him if he thought my choice of song was good. He very painfully pulled his arm toward my head and patted it gently, whispering into my ear. That, Oliver, is now our song, and the best thing is… I can go now…I'm ready to go back to my maker. Three minutes later, he passed away in my arms," Olly said, starting to weep.

"That was a very touching story, Olly. I'm sorry I didn't know," I said, feeling a lump in my own throat. Olly wiped his eyes and sniffed. "You're Grandad sounds like a really sweet guy."

"Every time I tell someone that story, it does that to me. I Feel like a baby!"

"Nonsense, Orca, it sounds like you were really close to him, and it's natural that remembering the day he died will have an effect on you. Grandparents are really special people, and they sometimes get overlooked as the heroes in our lives and our parents."

"I guess," he said, sniffing again. "So how is Jack dealing with the death of his Mum? That must be so much more painful. I mean, she was still young, right?"

"Yeah, she was. Jack goes through various stages, and I always know when he's thinking about her because he goes quiet. I try not to fuss over him when he's like that because I think he prefers to deal with it alone."

"Make's sense, people deal with things in different ways. I Never liked to show emotion in front of my parents after my Grandad died; it just felt weird."

"I can relate to that, Orca." He smiled at me as I sat munching on the junk he'd offered out, and his eyes lingered all over my body as if he was mentally imagining what was underneath."

"Wanna come up to my room? We can chill out and listen to music or something."

"Yeah, okay, why not," I replied, getting off the hard wooden stool, wondering if something softer was up there.

I picked up my coke and the remains of my snack and followed Orca through his house to the stairs. It looked to me that his family had money judging by the artwork and ornaments scattered all over the place. It was a well-decorated place, nicely kept and painted in neutral colours. I got a brief look at the lounge on the way through. It was dominated by two massive, cream leather sofas and a gigantic plasma TV sitting on a luxurious cream carpet.

He led me up the large oak staircase to a hallway with at least seven rooms left and right, stopping at the first one on the left… which must have been his.

"Come in, he said, opening the door."

When walking in, Orca's massive tropical fish tank immediately grabbed my eye, which set his room off in beautiful marine colours due to his blinds being closed. It was like walking into a miniature version of the Sea Life Centre as ripples of water bounced off the wall. Inside the tank were five or six giant Cichlids, probably Oscars, that swam happily around.

"Wow, nice room," I said, admiring the size and how kitted out it was. Orca had all the latest gadgets, a PlayStation, Xbox, huge great TV, Blu-ray player and about every Apple product on the market, laying around.

"Thanks, I love my room," he replied, sitting down on his double bed.

"Yeah, I can see why, you know if this was my room, I would never leave it, jeez, you have everything in here, and it's…it's so inviting," I remarked, looking around, still in awe.

"As I said, benefits of being an only child…hey, why don't you take your blazer off, you must be roasting?"

"What? Yeah… yeah, I am a bit," I said dreamily, paying more attention to his wall cabinet containing classic miniature cars. I pulled off my jacket and threw it on his bed, never taking my eyes off his collection.

"Earth to Joey?"

"What? Oh, sorry, Orca, I just love this room, it's so nice. So what shall we do now we're up here?"

"Anything you want… shall I put some music on? What are you into?"

"Oh, I love all kinds…well anything apart from country and rap."

"Hmm, never known any gay guy to like rap. Luckily for you, I don't have any, nor am I fond of it. Although I did dream, I was sucking off Eminem once, but that's not for here."

Orca got up from his bed, went over to what looked like a top of the range iPod docking station, and pressed a few buttons. It seemed his music of choice was gonna be Bastille, which I quite liked, so I gave an approving nod before sitting on his bed and leaning back on my elbows. Orca turned around and looked at me, his eyes lingering around my crotch area.

"Sorry, where is my etiquette," I said, leaning back with my legs wide apart, probably looking as if I was giving him the come on.

"N-n-no, it's fine…sorry, Joey, I didn't mean to stare."

I moved into a more conservative position and smiled bashfully. But that just made it worse, and Orca lunged towards me and managed to kiss me with such force I fell back onto the bed, with him on top of me. He stared into my eyes and I his as we lay there frozen for what seemed like an eternity. His mouth came down towards me again, but this time I pushed him away.

What the fuck am I doing?

"I'm…I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that, I'm sorry," Orca cried, startled.

"It's fine; it was an accident; we just tripped, right?"

"Yeah…just an accident, uh…listen, I don't think…."

"It's fine, Joey, I get it. I was out of order."

"No… look, I find you incredibly attractive Orca, you're really, REALLY cute, but I'm with Jack…I love him, and for a split second, I was just about to make the biggest mistake of my life… our lives. I, um… I better get going."

"Are you sure? I mean you can stay… I think we both know where we stand."

"Do we?"

"What do you mean?" He asked, tilting his head.

"What I mean is, I think we're both not good in confined spaces alone, and I don't think it would be a good idea to explore what might happen if we stayed… confined."

"What are you saying… you were tempted by me?"

"Yeah, and I hate myself for it. I'm with this most amazing guy, and I was tempted by another guy… just like that."

"Are you angry at me?" He asked, sounding dejected.

"No… well, maybe a little, you know I'm with Jack, and you… look whatever, I'm angrier with myself, and we're cool. I better go."

"Okay, Joey, and listen, I'm sorry if I put you in an awkward position. I was out of order knowing you are with Jack."

"Let's just put it behind us Orca, Still friends, right?"

"Always… see you later."

I left Orca's house and headed for the bus stop. I still had an hour to kill before I could really go back to the pub without anyone knowing I had ditched the afternoon, and I tried to think of a place I could go.

Skipping the bus stop, I saw a small park off in the distance and headed towards it. I was so fucking angry with myself it was making my blood boil. I tried to console myself, telling my inner me that nothing happened; I had stopped it before it did. But what was tearing me apart from the inside out was the fact, for just a few seconds, I almost let it. I almost threw it all away because I had been weak.

How can I be with the most perfect, sexy, funny and loving guy and still let Orca be such a temptation? I just didn't get it. I didn't understand my own mind. It's not like I had this urge to look at other guys in school and have sex with them, and there were hundreds of guys in school who would never be kicked out of my bed… if I was SINGLE! But I wasn't, I was with a guy who loved me, and I loved him, and this thought… this thought was going round and round in my head, and I was starting to think I was GOING FUCKING MAD!

I walked into the park and found a seat, the silence not really providing much of a distraction for my tortured mind. I had a sudden urge to tell someone what I'd done, tell them what an asshole I'd been. I pulled out my cell phone, scrolled through my address book, and settled on to the only person I needed to tell. I pressed the dial button and waited until a familiar voice came on the line.

"Jack? It's Joey."

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I sat on the end of the bench, the phone latched to my ear. Hearing Jack's voice, his sweet innocent voice, just made me tear up. What was I supposed to say? How was I supposed to explain it?

"Hello, Joey, are you okay?"

"Yeah, Jack, sorry, I just sort of… zoned out," I replied, swallowing a lump in my throat.

"What's wrong babe, you sound upset."

"I um… I think I've erm… I think I have been seduced."

Jack laughed. "Well, I hope he was hot!"

"Jack, it's not funny! I need to tell you because I almost let things get out of hand."

"What… what do you mean you almost let things get out of hand?" he asked, seriousness now in his tone.

"There's this boy at school and…."

"Oh shit, Joey!"

"No listen, You don't know him, he's new, and well, I ditched school this afternoon and…."

"You did what? Joey, what the hell is wrong with you… so where are you?"

"Sitting in a park, and right now… I just really wanna cry because I've been an idiot." I said, starting to choke back tears.

"Hang on, I'm gonna locate you, and then I'm coming to get you!"

"NO!, Jack, you ain't well enough to come out. You need to stay in and rest."

"Not when you're like this," he replied before hanging up.

I brought the phone back down from my ear and sobbed, feeling so utterly depressed with myself. Right now, I didn't care if anyone was watching; I just needed to try and deal with this the best way I knew how and if that meant crying my eyes out, then so be it.

Taking off my tie and blazer, I just sat there, my head in my hands, wondering why I was the way I was. It felt like everything I touched turned to rust.

 

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In the distance, I saw a car pull up, and a person got out of the passenger side. It looked like Roman's car, but I couldn't see who was driving it. My conclusion that it was Roman's car was made clear when the person who got out started walking towards me…It was Jack.

I waited until he was close before trying to force a smile. He looked tired, and I immediately felt guilty for calling him. I should have waited until I was home instead of giving him this shit over the phone.

"Roman is gonna wait for us while we talk, and then he's gonna drive us home," Jack said as he got closer. "Now, what the hell has happened to upset you like this?"

"I'm sorry, I didn't know what to do. I mean, I haven't done anything wrong really, it's just I almost could have, and I hate myself for even being tempted… but I swear to you, Jack, nothing happened…I swear it, I didn't let anything go on. I just left."

Jack stood there looking into my eyes for a moment, probably trying to ascertain if I were lying or not. I hoped he knew, just by looking at the state of me, that everything I was saying was the truth.

Jack sighed before twisting his body around and taking a seat next to me. "Just tell me what happened from the beginning."

"Well, I was… hang on, how the fuck can you sit there and be so calm about this? Don't you get what I'm even saying here? I almost cheated on you!"

"Joey, You can't almost cheat on me… you either did, or you didn't, and if you are saying you didn't then… then what's the point of me getting all uptight about it? Sure, I'm a bit narked that we are having this conversation, and the fact you said you were tempted, but the fact you walked away tells me a lot about who I'm with."

"Yeah, but…"

"Just tell me what happened, and I'll be the judge of how pissed off I'm gonna be," he barked.

"I was at lunch with Dean, Toby and Orca…he's the new guy. I was angry because it had been a shit morning, and I just wanted to get out of school for a bit. It was only supposed to be until lunch ended. Orca caught up with me and made the offer of ditching school for the afternoon, and I said yes because I'd had a gut full of the place for one day."

"Right."

"Yeah, and so he suggested we come back to his place for a drink and to chill out until school ended. I was annoyed and jealous about that stupid card of yours, and he offered to listen. Anyway…"

"Hang on… what stupid card?"

"You know, the card you swiftly put in a black bag when I asked you about it… the one from that old friend, you said."

Jack rolled his eyes. "So this is what it's all about? You wanted to get back at me because I didn't tell you about the card from some friend?"

"No… no, don't twist my words. It was never about getting back at you. That never even crossed my mind. Look, I went back to Olly's place because he was asking me why I was upset about the card, and school, other students…God, I just wanted to talk to someone, and he happened to be a good listener.

"Okay, so then what happened?"

"We went into his kitchen and ate some junk food, and he got me a glass of coke. He then offered me to come to his room where it would be more comfortable, and the stools in his kitchen were really hard… you know the ones that have…."

"Yeah, Joey, I don't need to details about his furniture; it's fine."

"Yeah, sorry, So anyway, we got up to his room, and we continued to talk, he put some music on, and I was just sitting on his bed, well leaning actually. He said, why didn't I take my blazer off because it was hot, which it was and… God, why was I so fucking naïve, and then he just came at me."

"Came at you?"

"Yeah, he came over and pushed me back on the bed and kissed me. He had his hand on my chest, and he was looking into my eyes, and then I felt… I felt… I dunno, it all goes a bit fuzzy there, but I pushed him off and said I had to go."

"Did…did you kiss him back when this happened?" Jack asked nervously.

"No, I didn't… I swear my lips didn't move. I was too busy with the shock of it all."

Jack sat there in silence for a moment as I kept rerunning the event over in my head. I was trying to remember every detail and snippet to find out whether I could tell him anymore.

"Did you want to kiss him back?" Jack asked, looking at me square in the eyes. I tried to keep his gaze but put my head down.

"For a split second, yeah, and that's what haunts me," I said softly.

"Don't I give you enough, Joey? Is it the lack of sex, or…"

"Whoa, Jack, no… that is nothing to do with it. This is why I'm beating myself up so much because I don't know why even for that split second, I thought about it. I have everything I want in you, I love you, and sometimes I feel like that love is so strong I'm gonna fucking burst it hurts so much!"

Jack let another bout of silence ensue before he looked at me again, running the palms of his hands together.

"I trust you okay."

"Is that it… you trust me? Don't you wanna scream at me, hit me, or…or…"

"Isn't trust what relationships are all about. There's temptation all over the place Joey, whatever happened in that room, as tempting for you as it was, didn't happen. You could have gotten away with it. You could have had sex with this Orca guy, and I would never have known… but you didn't, and that's good enough for me."

"I'm sorry, okay, I just don't want to keep anything from you."

"Can we go now? I'm beat?"

"Sure, let's go."

We walked back towards the car, as I rubbed Jack's back, making caring circle motions as we walked. Roman was just sitting there listening to music as we approached, his eyes closed.

"Hey Ro, sorry for being so long."

"Hi, Joey, no sweat… Mum thinks we're out at the mall anyway, so we needed a bit of time to kill."

"I'm surprised she let Jack out," I said, opening the door for him. We both sat in the back this time.

"I argued a bit of fresh air would do you good, didn't I, Jack?"

Jack shrugged. "It seemed to work."

"So, are you both cool?"

I smiled and looked at Jack. "Yeah, we're cool, Roman."

The drive back to the pub was uneventful, and soon after leaving, Jack had fallen asleep in my arms, resting his head on my shoulder. I gently stroked his hair, soothing him and quietly chatted to Roman about my hellish morning at school. Roman listened more than spoke, but that was okay with me. I just needed someone to vent to.

As we pulled into the road opposite the pub, Jack opened his eyes and yawned. "hmm, I must have fallen asleep; I take it we're home?"

"Yeah, just parking now," Roman replied, coming to a stop, and switching off the engine.

"I really need a shower," I commented, feeling all sweaty.

Roman locked the car, and we all headed toward the pub, opting to go through the main doors. My Mum was behind the bar chatting to a regular and smiled as we came through.

"I didn't have time to cook anything, boys, so you'll need to order in today. There is twenty pounds on the kitchen table. Why don't you get a Chinese or something?"

"Thanks, Mum," I said as we all headed for the stairs.

"I'm gonna hit the shower then if you don't mind. Order whatever Roman, I'm not fussy. Jack, just tell Roman what you want, and he'll get it."

I walked into our bedroom and started to strip down to my boxers before grabbing a fresh towel and headed for the bathroom, turning the shower on. Then, running my fingers through my hair and stood and stared into the mirror, relieved that Jack didn't go ballistic at me for my stupid mistake.

The mirror was starting to steam up, indicating the water had reached a decent temperature. I stepped out of my boxers and into the cubical pulling the glass door shut, that was until it was being opened again, and a sexy god-like human stepped inside with me.

"Want some company?"

"Fuck, Jack, your bandage, it's getting wet," I cried, trying to push him out, but he held fast, letting the water saturate it, not seeming to care all that much.

"Oh no, it got wet," he said before giggling. I was still panicking, worried that it was not a good idea until Jack pushed his lips on mine softly and squeezed my butt cheek with his hand."

I pulled away and smiled, looking into his beautiful blue eyes. "Now there's a welcome home I could get used to," I said, going back for more sweet Jack. I pushed my tongue into his mouth and explored the soft tissue inside, feeling our members rise between our wet torso's.

Jack's kissing became more eager, and he put his hand around my neck and pushed me against the wall. Lust dominated his face, and he pressed his body against mine, and I could feel every contour of his tight torso. I wrapped my arms around his back and started to caress him while he put hundreds of kisses all over my neck, making me groan with ecstasy.

Wrapping our hands around each other in a lustful embrace, Jack started to move downwards until his chin was resting on my cock. He instantly went down on me and started sucking like some crazed animal. It had been a day at most, but we both really needed this!

He was sucking so forcefully, tugging hard on my loose nut sac, I thought at one point he was gonna rip them off. All I could do was bury my hands into his soft blond locks and control his rhythm, as I felt leaving him alone with my cock at his own pace was gonna either lead to me blowing my load too soon or him hurting himself. Jack was making whimpering noises and sucking away like he was getting his first meal for days. It was an addictive sound to listen to as I tipped my head back and enjoyed the feel and the noise as he continuously pleasured me.

My body was starting to twitch and spasm with every sensation. Soon enough, I let go of his head and let him take over completely, even pumping myself into his face and whimpering in a high pitched groan. This was fucking beautiful, the warm water, my boy begging at my feet, his hot lips running silkily over my swollen cock head. I wanted more…more than he was giving as the excitement grew. Then I could feel it… a massive quake of an orgasm, working its way towards me. My nuts were getting tighter, I was starting to tremble, my legs were shaking and twitching, Jack was beginning to moan louder, knowing what I was about to give him. I put my hands over my mouth tightly to prepare for the impending wave of pleasure that would no doubt convulse a scream from my vocal chords. It was getting nearer and nearer, and I was now flipping all over the place, with Jack doing his best to keep me steady.

"Oh, fuck Jack… keeeeep going, I'm close, I'm close, I'm close, I'm…Oh shit…"

I put my hands back over my mouth and felt a huge pulse of warm cum shoot from my cock, making my legs almost give way. My dick twitched violently, and I could feel the muscle between my balls and ass contract painfully, like a pump! I could hear Jack swallowing quickly, desperately trying to keep up with the treat I was giving him.

It was not stopping. It was one long orgasm, and rope after rope of hot cum was continued to blast into Jack's mouth, no doubt hitting the back of his throat. I knew it was a massive load just by the fast swallowing I could hear him continue to do. It was a gulping sound and fucking hot! I was sweating; I knew I was, breathing hard and totally spent.

Jack pulled away from my cock and just sat there staring into space, looking like someone who was shell shocked, his eyes focusing on nothing in particular. Dripping from his bottom lips was a string of cum, and I watched as he caught it in his hand and lapped it up. I stayed leaning against the wall just looking at him, my body still twitching and buzzing.

"That… was… incredible," was all I could muster to say. Jack looked up at me and grinned before getting to his feet. I looked down and could see his cock was ripe to explode as a long silky pre-cum string hung from his hard dick to the shower tray.

Getting down onto my knees, I took him in my mouth, slowly making circular motions with my tongue. He began to fidget and squirm under the constant pleasure of my mouth. I pushed him against the wall, letting the water run over us both as I worked him good. Every so often, I would look into his eyes, watching as his facial expression changed from excitement to one of concentration. Then, feeling around between his legs, I reached up and gently massaged his rosebud, causing his breath to hitch. Next, I began softly applying pressure with my wet finger until the tip was in his ass, making him moan.

Sex with Jack was better than I ever expected, and I got as much pleasure out of watching him as I did being pleasured myself. I loved to watch his face, the look of intense lust and hunger. I loved the way his body would tremble and jolt with each new feeling I gave him. He was adorable, venerable under my sexual spell, and he fucking loved it!

I could feel his ass muscles contract around my finger, telling me it wouldn't belong. He was breathing fast, high sounding whimpering noises, the ones that drove me wild, Spilled from his mouth as I pumped on his cock with my mouth.

"I'm gonna…I'm gonna cum Joey, I'm gonna cum…jeeeiieech…huuurf…fuuuuck!" I winced as my mouth was coated in his teen juice, some splashing against the back of my throat. It was sweet, thick and hot, and I felt myself becoming erect again just the thought of it. It was his, my lover... it was him I was swallowing - his essence. Part of him was being emptied into ME… his fucking soul!

We came down from our climaxes and relaxed in each other's arms. We needed this… we needed to feel as one, a true partnership. We loved each other, and no one was going to pull us apart.

I grabbed a sponge and coated it with shower gel, and began caringly clean my boy's back. Jack let his head hang down, enjoying the attention. I used the sponge to clean every part of him I could get to, right down to his cute feet.

I began to unravel his soaked bandage and let it drop onto the cubical tray before taking some shampoo and pouring some in my hand. With care to avoid his healing injury at the side, I massaged the liquid into his silky blond locks, making sure to get soap right into his roots. Jack groaned with pleasure, putting his hand on the wall to steady himself from my cleaning.

"There you are, puppy, squeaky clean and good to go, just gotta rinse now," I said, slapping his pert bubble butt.

"Hmm, thanks, babe, I could have you rub me down all day," he said, putting his head under the spray and letting the shampoo run down his toned, tight torso.

"What do you wanna do tonight?"

"I wanna eat, and then I wanna watch a movie and chill out with you."

"Sounds good, but first, Mister, we need to re-dress your head, I should really tell you off for getting in here without covering it, but I don't think I could stay annoyed with that cute face looking back at me. Jack put on his best puppy dog face.

"Saaaweey."

I chuckled. "Yeah, whatever, now get out so I can dry you!"

"Wow, I get dried as well; you are spoiling me."

"I'll always spoil you when I can," I said, wiping water out of his eye with my thumb.

 

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I got dressed and walked into the lounge to find my brother sitting forward on the sofa with his cell phone in pieces on the coffee table.

"Good session in the shower?" He asked, making blood divert my face.

"I don't know what you mean," I replied innocently.

Roman smirked, looking at his cell phone parts. "I'm surprised the customers downstairs didn't hear you two," he remarked.

"Shit, was it really that loud?"

"Was what loud?" Jack asked, coming through to the lounge with his medical bag.

"You two, in that shower… sounded like a couple of cats mating."

Jack went red, and I grinned. "Don't worry, Jack, he's just jealous 'cause he ain't getting any."

"Don't remind me," Roman said, picking up a small part of his phone.

"Sorry, but what the hell are you doing? Did you drop that or something?" I asked, watching him fiddle around.

"Yeah, in the kitchen sink, I'm trying to dry it out."

"Put it in a bag of rice and leave it overnight. You really didn't need to take it all apart." I said, shaking my head.

"A bag of rice? what's that gonna do?"

"It will absorb the moisture, so it will work again. I dunno though, now you have taken it apart, I'm gonna bet it will never work again whether it got wet or not… do you even know how to put it back together?"

"Erm, I don't know…look, why don't you go and order some food and leave me to get on with this. If I keep being disturbed, then chances are I'm gonna miss something." He said, pushing me away from him.

"C'mon, Jack, let's go look at the Chinese menu and order some dead dog, or whatever the hell they cook up in that place."

We left Roman to fiddle with his bits and made our way to the kitchen. I pulled out a local Chinese takeaway menu from one of the drawers and passed it to Jack.

"I already said I'll eat whatever everyone else wants, so just choose what you wanna eat."

"We never had takeaways when I lived at home. My Mum said they were full of bad fat and salt, so the closest I've come to having this sort of stuff is McDonald's or Burger King."

"Well then, you can even surprise yourself. Do you like hot stuff?"

"Only the Joey kind, and that doesn't seem to be on the menu."

"Play your cards right, and it will be later," I said, making him blush.

"Hmm, perhaps something with rice…oh and I like the sound of chow main. Yeah, I'll have that and some prawn crackers or something."

"Good choice, puppy…hey, go for the special fried rice. It has everything in it."

"Sounds good," He said, taking the menu and heading to the lounge. "Roman, what do you want to eat?" I heard him call.

I filled a glass with water and sat at the table as Jack returned to the kitchen and told me what Roman had requested.

"Cool, so let me grab the phone, and I'll get this ordered," I said, getting up.

"Oh, no, not just yet…come to the bedroom."

"Jack, we just…."

"I know… but come to the bedroom anyway."

"Why?"

"Because I wanna tell you something."

Grrr, Jack, this better be good, I'm hungry, and a hungry Joey is no fun."

Jack smiled and grabbed my hand, leading me to the bedroom. We went in, and he closed the door.

"Sit down," He said, gesturing his hand towards the bed.

I grinned. "Jack, C'mon, what's this all about."

"Anthony, that's what this is about."

"Who?"

"Oh, Joey, you can drop that for a start; you know who I'm talking about because it's all you have been thinking about."

"The card guy, by any chance?" I said, looking at the floor.

"It's bothered you, hasn't it."

"Well…"

"Joey!"

"Yeah, okay, it's bothered me, it's bothered me because of the way you acted when I mentioned it. It was as if you were hiding something.

Jack sighed and sat on the bed next to me. "He was a guy I met when I was in Paris on a student exchange program. I was going through a hard time at school, you know, with being gay and all that. The opportunity came up, and I volunteered. I was staying with this really nice Parisian family, and they had a Son."

"Anthony?"

"Yeah, Anthony… I was fifteen, naive, and I let him inside my head. By the end of the first week, we were talking about spending the rest of our lives together. That was until reality hit, and I had to leave for home again. I was so upset… devastated actually because for me, this was real, and I thought I was in love with him. He promised me that when he was sixteen, he was gonna come and find me. We used to text, email, skype, you name it. But one day, he stopped answering my messages and then ignored my calls. I was heartbroken, but I waited and waited, and when I turned sixteen, I got excited thinking he was gonna come knocking on my door any day."

"But, he never did, right?"

"Yeah, and I never forgave him for that. He was sort of my first love, and he tore my heart apart. After that, I guess he found something better and just forgot about me."

"So, what was the birthday treat you gave him?"

"What? How did you know about that?"

"Uh… you told me, didn't you?"

"No, I didn't… hang on; you looked at the card, didn't you?"

"Might have."

"You sneaky little shit," Jack hissed and got me into a playful headlock, tickling me.

"S-s-s-stop, I'm gonna piss myself."

"That serves you right for lying."

"Okay, okay, I surrender; I'm sorry for lying."

"It's okay; I pretty much knew you had looked at the card anyway. I was thinking about it as we left my house that day. It seemed odd that of all the things you noticed in my room, you picked up on a warped and dusty old card and asked me about it. I knew that someone of your insecurity would not be able to resist peeking… to see who it was from."

"You played me!"

Jack grinned. "No… I just know you, Joey Cork."

"I'm glad someone does."

"So now you know who Anthony is, and you can sleep at night now, yeah?"

"I guess, so does it still upset you when you think about him?"

"If I'm honest, yeah sometimes, but not often. What hurt more was the other thing he put in the card… Forever Yours! Still, I'm not with him now, I'm with you, and hopefully, you won't leave me heartbroken.

"I'll try, but you still haven't told me what you did on his birthday."

Jack sighed. I was hoping you wouldn't ask again."

"Why, C'mon, I wanna know."

"I um…I went all the way with him."

"You had sex?"

"I let him fuck me." He said as if he regretted it.

"So… so you're not a virgin?"

"No, he was my first, and I didn't even want to do it, but I was so under his spell, and I wanted to make him happy." He said passionately.

"God, you make it sound like he was a lot older than you, and he like manipulated you or something," I said, a small chuckle coming from my mouth, even though I felt serious. Jack stayed silent, and a sudden wave of anxiety came over me.

"Jack… how old exactly was, Anthony?"

He didn't respond; instead, he got up, went over to the window, and stood there, looking out.

"Twenty-one," he finally admitted, sinking onto the window sill.

"Twenty…fucking hell, Jack."

"Now you know why it would have been better that you didn't know about it," he sighed. "But now you do, so…."

"But, he must have known you were too young to be… well, you know?"

"Fifteen, Joey…that's the age of consent in France. So as far as he was concerned, he wasn't doing anything illegal, and he wasn't under French law."

"Well, I guess we've all done things we probably shouldn't have done, hey? I said. Jack looked at me and smiled, knowing exactly what I was referring to.

"Yeah, I guess we do, Joey…wanna eat?"

"Sure, I thought you would never ask.

I was half expecting Roman to be going crazy about the food not being ordered yet, but surprisingly he was still in the same position in the lounge, fiddling with his broken cell. So I just smirked, shook my head and went to get the home phone to dial for the Takeaway.