Jamie Lawrence

Jamie Lawrence - Chapter Sixteen

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Jamie Lawrence - Chapter Sixteen

Wednesday afternoons at Bury College were reserved for sporting events held on college grounds, and as such, no lessons were ever held at that time. The event for the first week of term happened to be a friendly football match between the first years and the second years.

Matty had had every intention of going down to watch the game. He wasn't about to pass up an opportunity to watch twenty two sweaty teenaged boys running around in shorts, however, when he noticed Oliver leaving the college, hurrying as fast as his little legs would carry him, his plans changed. On an impulse, Matty followed and found that, rather than heading west toward the bus station, he headed east.

Matty was not sneaky by nature, but he found that he kept his distance from Oliver and even ducked behind a phone booth when he thought that he was about to look back. After nearly ten minutes of tailing the little red-head, Matty found himself in a cemetery.

Oliver's pace didn't slow until he reached a white marble headstone that couldn't have been more than a few month's old. Matty slipped behind a granite monument, just within earshot of Oliver and listened carefully to the boy as he addressed the grave.

"Hey Ronnie. Sorry I didn't come yesterday; I started college and it was sort of hectic." There was a pause. "Mum and Dad are okay. They miss you, just like I do, but they're doing okay."

"Uncle Walter got better," he said brightly. "They say he's got another ten years at least; it's like he's invincible. Dad said that the only way he's going to end up in the ground is if we put him there ourselves." He chuckled to himself.

Oliver spent ten minutes talking as if he were just catching up with somebody, seemingly unbothered by the fact that he was talking to a slab of marble. Matty sat and listened. Oliver's voice was so stunningly beautiful that Matty couldn't help but sit and listen.

Oliver abruptly fell silent. He said nothing for a few minutes and Matty grew concerned that he had left when he started speaking again. "I met a cute boy yesterday. His name's Matty and he's...he's just completely gorgeous. 'Course, I don't stand a chance with him, but...wow."

Again he fell silent and Matty heard him sniffling. "I miss you so much, Ronnie." He started crying. "You arsehole! You should've just left!"

Matty couldn't listen to him cry and do nothing. He rose from his little hide-out and moved toward Oliver. Oliver, suddenly aware of Matty's presence, wiped frantically at his eyes and tried to hide his face in his hood.

Matty didn't say anything. He simply sat down next to Oliver and put his right arm around his shoulders. Oliver resisted for a few seconds, but when Matty squeezed him tighter, he relented. He put his head against Matty's chest and started to bawl like a broken-hearted child, clinging to the bigger boy. Hearing the anguish pouring out of his little red-head, Matty choked back a few tears of his own. He stroked Oliver's hair as he stared at the headstone.

Ronald Peter Rose

Beloved son and brother

1991-2012

Unusually for Kyle, as he made his way around the Geriatrics ward, he didn't bounce. He put on his usual cheery voice for the patients in his care, but he didn't feel it in his core. He had officially been without Darren for three and a half days, and those three and a half days were weighing on him heavily.

Kyle made his way through the ward that was his domain. "Now, who have we got here?" asked Kyle of the newest addition to his ward; a women of perhaps seventy or eighty with an almost non-existent body. He picked up her chart and flicked through a few pages. "Agnes Williams," he read from her file. "How are you today Aggie?" he asked brightly.

"Not too shabby, cutie pie," she said, equally as brightly. Kyle started checking Aggie's machines and bed for any problems when Aggie suddenly took his hand in her own. "Oh, child. Your heart is broken."

Kyle froze. Partly because the firmness of this tiny old lady's grip was more than he would have expected, but also because her piercing blue eyes seemed to be seeing farther into him than they should. "P-pardon?" he stammered.

"I said that you're suffering, my dear." She reached up and gently touched Kyle's cheek. Kyle, who hadn't cried since the night he had kicked Darren out of his life, felt the dam burst. A wave of anguish flooded through him and he could contain himself no longer.

Regardless of the eight elderly women in the room, Kyle began to cry. Aggie shifted over in her bed and pulled Kyle onto it, settling his head onto her frail little chest. She held him for a long time, stroking his hair and whispering that it was going to be okay.

When finally the tears abated and he was able to calm down, Aggie kissed his forehead. "There. Isn't that better?"

"I'm so sorry. That was so unprofessional!" He shook himself, trying to return to his usual bubbly self.

"Ah, screw professional," she said, waving her hand at him. The youthful expression seemed strange coming from such an elderly source. "You can't look after this lot of old coots if you're all torn up inside." She leaned over to her bedside table, grabbed a tissue and started to dab at Kyle's face. "Oh, dear; you're going to have to redo your foundation."

Kyle giggled. "I don't mind that, as long as my lip gloss is fine." He pouted his lips, trying to look as sexy as possible.

Aggie chuckled heartily. "You look wonderful, darling."

"Hey Nanna!" exclaimed a voice from behind Kyle.

Aggie looked over Kyle's shoulder. "James! My little sweetie." Aggie sounded so happy. Kyle turned around and laid eyes on two young men. His jaw immediately dropped. He recognised them; he had watched them having sex on a surveillance tape a week ago. "And you've brought me some eye-candy!" said Aggie, glancing at the blond boy.

"Hands off, Nanna. Shane's mine." James leaned in and kissed his grandmother on the lips. Shane also leaned in and kissed her on the cheek.

"Spoil-sport. I'll just have to settle for this cutie here!" Aggie pinched Kyle's cheek and gave him a silly grin.

Kyle turned to the boys. "I'm Kyle. I'm the nurse for this ward."

James furrowed his brow at the mention of Kyle's name. "I'm Jamie, and this sexy creature here is my boyfriend, Shane. And don't mind my Nanna. She flirts but she's harmless."

"That's what you think!" bellowed Aggie. "I'll turn Cutie Pie straight before the end of the day!" Aggie laughed uproariously and gave Kyle a wink.

"He was my big brother," explained Oliver in his quiet voice.

He had cried for nearly twenty minutes, clinging to Matty all the while. Matty had not lost patience once during that time. Just holding onto the smaller boy felt like the best use of his time at that moment. Now they were facing each other while still sitting before Ronnie's headstone.

"He was amazing." The look in Oliver's eyes when he said this told of utter admiration; like his brother had been his hero. "He always had time for me. Even when I was a stupid little kid and he should have been out with his friends, he would choose to stay in and play games or whatever with me."

"Did he know you were...?"

"Gay?" Oliver laughed a little sadly. "He was too. He figured it out before I did and he helped me come out to Mum and Dad."

"That must have been hard on them; having two gay sons?" Matty fidgeted slightly. He had yet to come out to his own parents and always felt awkward talking to people who were already out.

"They took it really well, actually. Plus, they knew we'd always look after each other, 'cause we'd always been close." Oliver reached into his bag and retrieved his wallet. From inside, he pulled a photograph which he handed to Matty.

The boy on the left was clearly Oliver, though he appeared to be a little younger. He was grinning broadly and had his arms over the shoulder of another red-head. This one, presumably Ronnie, looked to be around twenty and was planting a kiss on Oliver's cheek. They looked incredibly happy.

"That's the last photo we ever took together. He, uh, he died six months later."

"What happened to him?" The question had escaped Matty's mouth before he realised that Oliver may not want to talk about it. "Sorry. If you don't want to..."

"No. It's okay. He was beaten up by six guys." Oliver took a deep breath and wiped away a tear with the sleeve of his old hoodie. "They kicked him to death."

"That's awful!" exclaimed Matty.

Oliver nodded, seeming to have gone mute once again.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have asked." Instinctively, Matty reached forward and took Oliver's hand, but Oliver pulled away sharply.

Oliver looked at Matty apologetically. "Nothing personal. I just; I have this thing about being touched."

Matty retracted his hand. "That's okay," he said, though he felt an almost tangible jolt of pain. Unbidden, something Oliver had said earlier came back to Matty. "You said earlier 'You should've just left'. What did you mean?"

Oliver looked awkwardly at the ground, his eyes filling with tears again. Suddenly he jumped to his feet. "I have to go." Without waiting for Matty to respond, he jogged away.

Alone, Matty silently berated himself. "Wow, Matty," he said to himself. "You certainly do know how to fuck up."

Having finished their visit to the hospital, Jamie and Shane scurried to Jamie's house. "Hurry up!" moaned Shane. "I want you!" He grabbed at Jamie's arse.

"We don't have to hurry; we've got the house to ourselves," said Jamie, closing the front door and pulling his jumper over his head. As he did, his t-shirt rolled up with it and Shane took the opportunity to slip his tongue into Jamie's belly button. "Mmm. That's nice," said Jamie, ditching his jumper on the floor of the hallway.

"I had a hard-on all through my last class. Kept thinking about your lovely..." He kissed Jamie's stomach. "Long..." He unbuttoned Jamie's jeans. "Cock."

As Shane made to pull Jamie's jeans from around his bum, Jamie took his chin in hand and pulled him to his feet. "I told you. We've got plenty of time. Don't just go right for the gold."

"How about we fuck on the dining table?"

Jamie giggled. "You're incorrigible."

"Nope. Just horny." Shane grinned and pressed his crotch against Jamie's so that he could feel his throbbing erection.

"Jamie? Is that you?" asked a voice from the kitchen.

"Shit!" Jamie buttoned up his jeans as fast as he could. "Dad. What are you doing here?"

"I live here, remember?"

"I thought you were at the Duck on the Water," said Jamie, feeling a little flustered as his father emerged from the kitchen carrying a cup of coffee.

"I was going to go, but my mate Gerry Carter said that I should wait until he could come with me. Great guy, that Gerry. Do you know him?"

Jamie was confused as to when they had started to hang out together. "Yeah. We've met."

"And who's this?" asked Johnny, seeming to have only just noticed Shane.

Jamie cringed slightly. This was the fourth time he had had to introduce his father to his boyfriend. "This is my boyfriend, remember Dad?"

"Oh. Sure." The look on his face clearly said that he had no idea, but Jamie played along.

"Anyway, Dad. Me and Shane are going to my room to, uh, do homework."

Johnny smiled slightly. "Good lad."

Upstairs, Jamie flumped onto his bed and slung an arm over his face. "Since when are your Dad and mine drinking buddies?"

"About a week now. Dad's been at the bar with Johnny almost every night."

"Fuck. Now I've turned YOUR Dad into a fucking alcoholic."

Shane came over and cuddled up to Jamie's side. "No, babe. You didn't turn your Dad into an alcoholic. And as for mine; Dad is just being a friend for Johnny. Come here." He kissed Jamie's cheek and gave him a big hug. "I love you."

Jamie giggled. "You're just saying that because you want my...what was it? Lovely, long cock?"

"Well, there is that. But I really, really love you."

"Good, because I really, really love you too." The two kissed.

Quick as a flash, Shane rolled Jamie onto his back and pinned his arms above his head with one hand while with the other he reached down to Jamie's zipper. He reached into Jamie's underwear and started to very slowly stroke and squeeze Jamie's dick while his tongue continued its assault of Jamie's mouth.

Something about not having the strength to break Shane's grip on him was oddly thrilling for Jamie and he found himself breathing heavily and thrusting his pelvis while Shane worked on his expanding cock. Jamie could feel his climax approaching and started to moan into Shane's mouth when suddenly, Shane released his grip on both Jamie's arms and his dick. No longer being stimulated, Jamie's climax dissipated.

"I don't want you to cum yet," said Shane simply.

Jamie pouted. "Fine." Jamie stood up and stripped down to his boxers, which were still tenting. He straddled Shane's lap and took each of his wrists in hand, guiding his hands to his own chest. "I guess this..." He pressed Shane's palms to his tiny chest and moved them over his skin. "...is just too easy to resist." He started to gyrate into Shane's crotch.

No longer needing to be guided, Shane continued his tactile exploration of his boyfriend, caressing his nipples, stomach and slender thighs before rolling the back of his boxers down just enough to cup Jamie's buttocks.

Through his gyrations, Jamie could feel that Shane was rising to the occasion, so Jamie pressed down harder. Shane's breathing became heavier and slower, his gaping lips tracing softly over Jamie's collarbone. Both were entranced by the touch, taste and feel of each other.

Jamie pulled Shane's face to his own and slipped his tongue into his mouth. They made out for a few seconds before Shane pulled away. "Fuck it!" He rolled Jamie onto the bed and rolled himself off it. He kicked off his shoes, shed his shirt and practically tore off his trousers. Jamie giggled as he watched the high speed Chippendale show.

Before Shane climbed onto the bed, he pulled Jamie's boxers of and fully engulfed his dripping hard-on, instantly driving Jamie wild. He ran his tongue all around Jamie's dick-head, stopping momentarily over the sensitive underside. Jamie threw his head back and moaned, revelling in the feeling of his beautiful boyfriend's ministrations.

Altogether too soon for Jamie's liking, Shane pulled off and grabbed the tube of KY on Jamie's nightstand. He slathered his dripping phallus in the slippery substance and threw Jamie's legs over his shoulders. They kissed deeply for a few seconds before Jamie felt the tip of Shane's dick press against his rosebud.

He gave Shane a quick nod and Shane pressed harder until he was almost halfway in. Ever the considerate lover, he stopped at this point. "You good?" Again Jamie nodded. They had done this often enough that it caused Jamie next to no discomfort to be entered.

Shane pressed into Jamie once more and was instantly balls deep. A few drops of pre-cum dribbled from the end of Jamie's cock. Shane started slowly, almost completely pulling out, leaving nothing but the head inside Jamie before he plunged in right to the base.

Jamie closed his eyes and just enjoyed the feeling of having his boyfriend's immense tool pressing time and time again against his prostate. "Go faster, Shane," cooed Jamie, his eyes closed and both hands clutching at Shane's hair.

Shane immediately picked up the pace, plunging deep into Jamie over and over, each push bringing both of them closer to the edge. Shane grabbed hold of Jamie's dick which was bouncing between them. He squeezed the pre-cum out of the shaft and caught it on two fingers which he then stuck into his mouth.

"Mmm. Fuck," he said as he started to rub Jamie's dick again.

"Fuck! I'm close, babe. Harder," cried Jamie. Shane pressed harder and harder until the stimulation to his prostate drove Jamie to the brink. "Fuck! I'm cumming! Aaah, aaaaah!" He grabbed fistfuls of his bedding and cried out in ecstasy as he shot five powerful blasts of cum over his chest and face.

Two more thrusts and Shane joined Jamie in orgasmic bliss, releasing an almost primal scream as he unloaded his seed into Jamie. He fell on top of Jamie and they made out with abandon, moaning loudly into each other's mouths while they waited for their bliss to subside.

Breathing heavily and covered in sweat, the pair continued to writhe against each other in a lip-lock that was in danger of becoming permanent. Shane pulled away just long enough to say breathily "Fuck, I love you."

"I love you too." Jamie kissed Shane again. "Do you want to go again?"

Darren jumped off the bus and braced himself for what he was about to do. He had arrived extra early just to give himself time to get it right. He was not about to fuck this up again.

After getting lost three times, Darren finally found what he was looking for; the Geriatrics ward. He approached the middle-aged woman at the main desk. "Excuse me? I was wondering if Nurse Summers was on duty."

"Are you Darren?" Darren nodded, suddenly concerned that Kyle had banned him from the ward. "He was right. You're just delicious!" She chuckled warmly and pointed in the direction of the female ward. "Good luck."

Darren swallowed audibly and walked into the ward. Even from outside the door, he could tell that Kyle was inside; his giggly voice pervaded the air. Darren walked in and spotted him talking to an elderly woman with glasses as thick as Darren's little finger. They appeared to be playing Slapsies.

Darren approached slowly and cleared his throat to announce his presence. "Kyle? C-can I t-talk to you?" he stammered. His voice was plaintive, as befit his current mood.

Kyle looked up from his game and the old lady threw in a sneak attack, slapping his hands gently. "Ha! I win!" cackled the old lady.

"You cheating bugger, Aggie!" giggled Kyle.

"You call it cheating; I call it a winning tactic. Now who's your friend?"

"That's Darren. The one I told you about." The two were talking as if Darren weren't even there.

"Ooh. You're right; he IS cute."

"What do you think? Should I talk to him?"

Aggie pursed her lips and stared hard at Darren. Behind Kyle's back, Darren put his hands together as if in prayer and mouthed the word 'Please'. Finally, she said "What harm can it do?"

"Okay." He turned to Darren. "But we talk here. I don't have time to go off on my toddles."

Darren's mouth went dry. He hadn't banked on having an audience; especially not one with an average age of ninety. "Okay then. I'll keep it simple. I want you back."

Kyle sighed. "Darren. I want you too, but you're a kid! We both need to date someone our own age."

"No. We don't! We're meant for each other!" said Darren, his voice thick with emotion. A couple of the old ladies who were listening intently 'aww'ed him at this.

"Don't be a ninny. There's no such thing as 'soul-mates', or love at first sight, or any of that twaddle."

"Did I ever tell you about the night I went to the church?" Kyle shook his head. "Well, it was raining and it was just after I'd tried to out my friend, Shane. The rain literally blotted out everything but the church, so I went inside, just to stay dry, you know?"

"Darren, what has this got to do with anything?"

"Just let me finish. I talked to this priest, and he made me want to fix what I'd done to Shane. If I hadn't tried to fix that, I wouldn't have gotten a broken nose." Darren was speaking faster and faster. He felt like he needed Kyle to hear all of this before he lost interest forever.

"And this is important...?" asked Kyle, furrowing his brow.

"Yes. If I hadn't broken my nose, I wouldn't have begged my Mum for therapy. No therapy, no hospital. No hospital-" He took Kyle's hand in his own. "...no you."

"Darren, I don't..."

"You came into my life when I needed you the most. You came to me after I prayed to God for salvation; for forgiveness, and what did he do? He sent me an Angel. He sent me you."

Kyle smiled shyly. "Darren..."

"Before you say anything, I have something." He reached into his bag and pulled out the jewellery box he had picked up earlier that day. "This is for you."

Darren could sense all the old ladies craning to get a better look at what was going on, but he didn't care anymore. Kyle reached out and lifted the lid on the box. When he saw what was inside, he gasped.

Darren had purchased a white gold bracelet. It had a band of delicate links all around, with the exception of a plate with two words in intricately designed lettering engraved upon it.

"'My Angel'" read Kyle, a smile on his lips. Momentarily, Darren wondered what flavour he would find on Kyle's lips today.

On either side of the words were two jewels, the exact colour of Kyle's eyes. The bracelet was light and simple, but pretty enough for Kyle to say "I love it," and smile that innocent smile of his.

"I love YOU," said Darren, no longer caring that they had only known each other for two weeks. "I love you, my Angel." Darren placed the box on the ground and clipped the bracelet to Kyle's wrist. Once it was in place, he simply held Kyle's hand for a little while. "Now would you please take me back?"

"Oh for heaven's sake, Cutie Pie. Take him, or I will!" shouted Aggie.

Kyle giggled. "I suppose I could." he said elusively, a wicked grin on his face.

"Oh, you suppose, do you?" Darren laughed and picked him up by the waist, lifting him into the air. They kissed and Darren spun on the spot. 'Mmm, melon,' thought Darren, tasting Kyle's lip gloss. The kiss was like a moment from a movie.

A gentle applause erupted around them, and the pair were reminded of exactly where they were. They looked around, suddenly embarrassed by their public display of affection.

"Right, well, I need to be off. I've got an appointment with Beth."

"Beth Lawrence?" asked Aggie from her bed. Darren nodded. "That's my daughter!" beamed Aggie.

The moment Aggie said that, Kyle squashed Darren's hand and turned a violent shade of red.

"Would you excuse us a moment, Aggie," said Darren whilst pulling Kyle away. "What's wrong babe?"

"If she's Beth's Mum, then the boy who was here before; Jamie; is Beth's son."

"Yeah. Jamie Lawrence. He's really nice; he's a friend of mine."

"Yeah. Um, I kind of watched a CCTV tape of him and his boyfriend...you know."

"I know what?" asked Darren, mystified.

Kyle craned up to Darren's ear. "I watched them wanking each other off in one of the wards. The camera caught them and me and my friend..." He made a wanking motion with his right hand, jingling his new bracelet as he did.

Darren started laughing. "Jamie would love that! We have to tell him!"

"You can not tell him!" He pinched his nose between his thumb and forefinger. "I'm never going to be able to look Bitsy in the eye again. I've spanked the monkey over her son!"

Darren continued to laugh uproariously for the next few minutes. He only stopped when Kyle playfully elbowed him hard in the stomach.

"By the way," said Kyle. "Do you want to meet my family this Sunday?"

Darren gulped audibly.

"So, my sexy beast," said Jamie on Thursday afternoon as they made their way round to Shane's house. "Are you going to help me keep my bed warm tonight?"

"You know I would, but I don't want to leave Cal alone. He gets enough of that when he's at home. At least when he's at my house, he's got me."

Jamie hugged Shane. "How did I end up with such a wonderfully considerate boyfriend?"

Shane pretended to think about it for a moment before he jokingly said "It's probably because I've got incredibly low standards."

Seeing the humour in Shane's eyes, Jamie just slapped his arse. "Careful, or I'll start withholding sex."

"Like that'll work. You know you love it just as much as I do."

Jamie sighed. "I guess you're right. So anyway, how about you bring Callum with you?"

"Doesn't that kind of defy the point? We can't bonk with him there."

"Well, there's more to life than bonking, remember? Plus, I like having the little tyke around. He's a sweet kid. He reminds me of me when I was that age, except taller."

"Not difficult. Everybody's taller than you." Shane went quiet for a moment. "Hey, in the interest of full disclosure, Cal asked me to do something the other night." Jamie shot him a quizzical glance and he continued. "He wanted to kiss me, so that he could find out what it's like."

"Aww, that's sweet! Did you?" Shane nodded, though he seemed reluctant to admit to it. "Hey, it's okay. I don't mind."

"Cool. So are you still okay with him spending the night?"

"Of course!" They turned into Shane's front yard and jostled through the front door.

"Mum's asleep and Dawn's out doing some shopping so it should just be Cal."

"I'll go see if he's home yet. You check on your Mum." Jamie made his way deftly up the stairs to Shane's bedroom, carefully avoiding the creaky floorboard at the door, and walked into the room.

What he saw, froze him for a second. Callum was sat, completely naked, at Shane's desk. He was staring avidly at Shane's laptop, his fist wrapped firmly around his five and a half inch dick as he furiously pumped away. The film on the screen was of two women, one of whom was thoroughly tonguing the other's breasts.

As soon as Callum realised Jamie was standing there, he let out a stifled yelp and dived for Shane's bed, wrapping himself in the quilt. As he went, Jamie caught a quick glance of his cute bubble-bum.

Jamie could see that Callum was getting upset. He walked over to the laptop and closed it, stopping the film. "Callum, calm down!" He grabbed Callum's underwear off the floor and slid it under the quilt into Callum's hand. Callum shifted about until he had them in place and Jamie moved over to his side. "We all do it. It's nothing to get embarrassed about. Hell, I did it this morning. I woke up thinking about Sam Winchester, and I just had to!"

Callum giggled slightly. "I didn't think anyone was home."

"We only just got here. I was actually going to ask if you wanted to stay at mine with me and Shane tonight."

"Awesome!"

Jamie giggled. "Um, Callum. About the video you were watching. I couldn't help but notice that it was two girls." Jamie hedged a little bit, feeling awkward asking. "I thought you liked that boy Darius at your school."

"I do."

"So...?" Jamie had no idea how to phrase his question.

"I just, you know...I mean, I still like girls."

"So, you're bisexual?"

Callum shrugged. At that moment, Shane came bounding into the room before looking questioningly at Callum and Jamie.

"Good news! Callum wants to join us tonight!" said Jamie, glossing over the fact that Callum was still all but naked.

Callum's night at Jamie's felt like a wonderful dream. Not that he hadn't the time of his life with Shane, but having the affections of another boy made him feel even better about himself.

All three had sat in the lounge in their pyjamas and watched the television. Jamie had spent a long time just playing with Callum's hair, styling it one way and then another and a couple of times, Callum plumped up just from the contact. To hide this, he kept pulling his knees up to his chest.

When he had finally started to get tired, Jamie and pulled his head to rest in his lap and continued to stroke his head until he had happily fallen asleep.

He had no idea how long he had been asleep when he felt arms go under him. Jamie's voice, seemingly coming from a million miles away said "Have you got him?"

"Yeah. He's not that heavy." Callum felt himself being carried up the stairs, his head resting on a chest that could only have been Shane's.

"Let me get in first," said Jamie. Then came the sound of the ruffling of bed sheets. "Okay. Put him in next to me, and you can climb in behind him."

Callum felt himself being placed into the bed and without thinking, he cuddled himself up to Jamie. A moment or two later, he felt Shane press up behind him.

Half asleep, he listened to the two talking.

"I know he's only three years younger than us, but I feel like he's...I don't know. I just want to look after him so much!" said Jamie. Callum could feel Jamie stroking the back of his head and planting a gentle kiss on his forehead.

"Same here. It kind of makes me look forward to us having kids."

"So, we ARE thinking long term then?" said Jamie, the sound of victory in his voice. "Marriage, kids, and, dare I say it? Joint bank-accounts?" He giggled.

"I thought you knew already," said Shane matter-of-factly. "There's no way I'm letting you go; even if you want to get away." Shane chuckled.

Both boys cuddled up either side of Callum. "I love you, Shane."

"I love you too, Jamie."

Callum wanted to tell them both the same thing, but he was so warm, loved and comfortable, that he could feel himself falling into a completely peaceful sleep in which he dreamed happily of Darius.

The sun had long since bid its farewell when Darren wandered out into the back yard of his home in search of his mother. He found her, as he had expected, sitting on the patio with a cigarette in her hand.

"Hey Mum," he said as he planted himself in the seat next to her.

"Hey, Daz. You want one?" she asked, holding out the cigarette packet to him. He took one out and sparked it to life, taking a long drag.

"Can I talk to you?" he asked.

"Course baba." She took a drag on her own cigarette.

"Mum, how many times do I have to ask you not to call me 'Baba?'" he asked plaintively.

"Until you turn blue in the face," said Tanya, wickedly. "I'll never stop calling you baba, because you ARE my baba." She chuckled. "Don't despair, son. It's the way of mothers. We never stop thinking of you as the helpless little bundles of joy you were when you first appeared."

Darren sighed. "Okay, whatever. Anyway, I promised I'd talk to you guys when I was ready to, you know." He hedged a little. "Um, go...further with Kyle." The way he said it made it sound like a question, and in part it was. He still wasn't certain in himself. He knew he loved Kyle, but the thought of his first time with a guy terrified him.

"Right!" said Tanya, looking suddenly flustered.

Darren felt embarrassed. "I don't really know how these talks are supposed to go."

"Honestly, baba, neither do I." They both laughed together. "Okay. Let's start with this; do you have condoms?" Darren nodded. "Good. And you, uh, you know how to, um..." She moved her hands as if she were putting one on.

"Oh fuck, Mum! Jesus Christ!" Darren buried his face in his hands, his cheeks burning.

"Sorry. Silly question. Okay, don't get upset when I ask this, but, are you sure you're ready?"

"I think I am, but I'm scared shitless."

Tanya smiled fondly. "So was I when I lost my virginity. Luckily for me, I'd had a few drinks." she winked at Darren. "Not that I'm saying you should do that. I've always kind of wished that I had been sober; you know, so that I could've felt it more?"

"Was it with...you know...him?" asked Darren, referring to his biological father.

"No. It was a boy I knew from school. We had our Prom and he invited me to an after party. He was sweet about it all, but it wasn't meant to be." She seemed lost in thought. "Darren," she said seriously. "When you give yourself to somebody like that, it's like you're giving a part of yourself to them. Then if they don't stick around, it can feel like they took that piece with them."

Darren looked at his mother, confused.

"What I'm trying to say is, just try to be sure that Kyle is the one you want to be with forever. And if not, just make sure he's worth it."

Darren smiled wistfully. "I'm pretty sure he's worth it."

On Friday morning, Callum awoke wedged between Jamie and Shane. He slipped out of the bed, trying not to disturb the sleeping pair and tried desperately to point his morning erection into the toilet.

When he returned to the bedroom, flaccid, he found Jamie straddling Shane and the pair kissing furiously. He cleared his throat delicately.

"Morning Cal," said Shane, his hands still up Jamie's top.

"Hey sweetie, sleep well?" asked Jamie, rolling off Shane. Callum nodded. He rarely spoke in the morning. "I thought me and Shaney Baby could walk you to school today. Honestly, I'm dying to meet this 'Darius' chap." Jamie beamed. Callum could see what Shane saw in the little man. Callum shrugged to indicate he didn't mind. "Superb! Now, I'm going to grab a shower. You coming?" asked Jamie, looking pointedly at Shane.

"Like I'd pass up an invitation like that," said Shane, turning to Callum and winking.

"Shush, you. Cal, you can help yourself to breakfast, then you can shower after us." Again, Callum just nodded. Jamie and Shane darted off and Callum heard the water start to run.

He jogged downstairs and grabbed a couple of Pop-Tarts and, giving in to teenaged curiosity, he jogged back up the stairs to sit outside the bathroom door. He listened intently, munching on his breakfast until finally, he was rewarded with the sound of Jamie crying out in ecstasy. The sound would not easily be forgotten and Callum smiled on his way back to Jamie's bedroom.

"Right, little'un," said Shane coming into the room with a towel around his waist and his muscular physique glistening with water. "Your turn." Callum had a hard time tearing his eyes away from a bead of water that was slowly trickling down between Shane's pecs.

"What? Oh yeah." Callum blushed and jumped to his feet before heading to the bathroom. On the way, he bumped into Jamie, who was in the same state of undress as Shane. Although Jamie was very slight, Callum found that his trim physique was still very captivating. 'A cold shower...' thought Callum.

Half an hour later, the three boys were walking to Saint Anne's Academy, chatting idly about general nonsense. At some point, Jamie had slipped his hand into Callum's while Shane had his arm around Callum's shoulder. He felt like he had two wonderful brothers.

When they reached the gate, Jamie stopped Callum. "So, is he here?"

Callum scanned around. "No." There was a little disappointment in his voice, but he knew he was going to see Darius at football practice later.

"Shame," said Jamie. "Right, let's see here." He reached up and started fussing with Callum's hair. "Bit of lift here. Move that bit down here..." He licked his thumb and brushed Callum's cheek. "You've got a smudge there."

Shane chuckled. "Jamie, stop mothering him."

"Shush, you. I'll mother him if I want."

Callum didn't mind. It was nice having Jamie fuss over him like that. His mother never did.

"There. Perfect," said Jamie, fixing Callum's tie. He gave Callum a peck on the lips. "Have a good day, sweetie."

Shane gave Callum a quick hug and Callum turned to go into the school, a huge smile on his face. He glanced back momentarily to see Jamie and Shane walking away, hand in hand.

For my faithful readers, an apology. I've had some internet trouble for a while and was unable to post. Fortunately, I'm with a new provider and Jamie Lawrence should be back on schedule from now on!

I hope that this will be up before Christmas, but if not, I shall see you all in the New Year!

Happy Christmas.