Jamie Lawrence - Chapter Nine
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Jamie Lawrence - Chapter Nine
"Wakey wakey, Jamie. It's the twenty third of August, and you know what that means."
"Wha...?" said Jamie, still half asleep. "I was having such a lovely dream about kittens...or was it hotdogs?"
His mother sat on his bed and tousled his hair a little. "It's results day, darling."
Jamie's heart jumped into his throat. In the mess of the past week, the fact that Jamie and his classmates would be receiving their results today had completely gone from his head. There hadn't been a point at which he had thought that he could have failed any of his GCSEs. Now, however, he did. He swallowed audibly.
"I'm sure you've done fine. Come on; get dressed and I'll drop you off at Shane's."
Shane stood in the shower, the hot water pounding on his back. He wasn't at all bothered that it was results day and was happily allowing his mind to wander. As it invariably did, his mind tracked to Jamie and he started to plump up.
Slowly and firmly he began to play along the shaft of his dick with one hand whilst with the other, he reached down and fondled his balls. He closed his eyes and started to imagine that his own hands were Jamie's.
He was just beginning to hit his stride when he heard somebody clear their throat. His eyes snapped open and he found himself staring directly at Jamie.
"Bravo." He clapped softly and giggled.
Shane recovered himself. "Stop ogling and get in here!"
"I already showered, but I wouldn't mind watching you finish."
"Really?" Shane was a little surprised.
"Yeah!"
Around noon, the boys wandered up to their former school for the last time. They found it strange to think that they would probably never again step foot into the building in which they had spent most of the last five years.
At the gates, Jamie stopped Shane by tugging on his hand. He pulled him over to hide behind a nearby wall. "How are we going to do this?"
"Um," Shane arched his eyebrows. "One foot in front of the other?"
"What I mean, smart arse, is that the last time most of these people saw you, you had your tongue down my throat."
"You mean like this?" Shane immediately slipped his tongue into Jamie's mouth. Jamie tried desperately to hold onto his train of thought but Shane's tongue was rapidly erasing it. Shane pressed Jamie against the wall and pressed himself into Jamie.
The pair made out for nearly three minutes, but to Jamie it felt like barely more than a few seconds. He reluctantly released Shane's bottom lip from between both of his own.
"Um, yeah. Uh." He cast about in his mind, trying to get back to his point. "Oh yeah; Are we going in as boyfriends?"
"Of course. Come on."
Jamie didn't move. "I might need a minute here." Their little rendezvous had left a rather noticeable bulge in Jamie's jeans.
"Hmm," was all Shane said. He walked back over to Jamie, pressed himself against him again and started to nuzzle at his neck.
"Not helping, Shane."
"What if we..." He nipped at Jamie's chin. "Sneak into the sports hall..." He kissed Jamie's earlobe. "And have a repeat of our first day together?" He gave Jamie's throbbing dick a squeeze.
"No. We'd get caught." Jamie pushed Shane back and rearranged his cock in his jeans. "Let's get our results and then go to mine. Then you can bonk my brains out."
Shane pouted a little, but took Jamie's hand and led the way into the school. Their fingers interlocked and their heads held high, the pair walked into their school as a couple. For the most part, the act went unnoticed. There were some whispers, and some people nudged their friends and pointed at the pair, but nothing was said.
The boys took up spots in the queue for students 'A-M', their hands never parting. After a few minutes, Jamie noticed that Matthew had joined the back of the queue. "Babe, hold my spot? I need to talk to Matthew about what happened last week."
"Sure, munchkin."
Jamie had almost kissed Shane, but stopped. "Did you just call me munchkin?"
Shane nodded, a twinkle in his eye. "Just trying it out. We don't have any pet names yet."
Jamie rolled his eyes, gave Shane a quick kiss, and headed towards the back of the line, where Matthew was avidly staring at his phone. As Jamie neared him, he looked up and broke out into a huge smile. "Titch."
"Only Sam calls me that, remember?" He sighed. "Matty, can I talk to you?"
"Sure, but I can think of better things we could be doing with our tongues." He winked.
"That's what I need to talk to you about. What happened last week can't happen again."
"But..."
"No, Matty. I love you, but like a best friend or a brother. Maybe it could have been more if you had acted before Shane, but I'm WITH Shane. I LOVE Shane. You need to know that."
"No, I don't. What I KNOW is that you kissed me back. Don't deny it. You wanted me."
"Yeah, for five seconds, when you caught me off guard with something I'd fantasized about a thousand times. It doesn't change anything. I still want you to be my best friend, but until you can accept Shane and I as boyfriends then that can't be."
Jamie turned to leave. "What's so special about Carter?" asked Matthew.
"One more thing;" Jamie turned and poked Matthew hard in the chest. "His name is Shane. Not Carter."
Jamie returned quickly to Shane, leaving Matthew spluttering. Shane slung his arm around Jamie and gave him a quick smile. "Sorted?" he asked. Jamie nodded half-heartedly.
Five minutes later, the pair stood alone in the music corridor not far from where the rest of their year were still receiving their results. In their hands they held yellow envelopes which contained the keys to their futures. "You open mine, and I'll open yours," said Shane. They traded envelopes and Jamie tore into Shane's. "Just the four I need please. I don't care about the rest."
"Okay." Jamie scanned down the list. "Maths: B. Physics: B. Chemistry: A. Biology A*!" Jamie jumped up and down and bellowed "Congratulations!" The two kissed quickly.
"Now yours." Shane's eyes scanned down the page, his smile getting bigger and bigger. "I'm dating a fucking genius. Eight A's and two A*'s."
"Which ones are A*'s?" Jamie was nervous.
"Which do you think, dummy? French and German; the ones you wanted."
"Yay!" Jamie jumped into Shane's arms and the two made out ferociously for several minutes. It wasn't until a nearby voice said "Shane?" that they pulled apart.
Gerry had been in a peculiarly good mood all morning. A case that he had had no chance of winning had come to a smooth ending when the prosecutor dropped the case at the behest of the family. He won twenty pounds on a scratch-card and the sandwich shop by his office had his favourite doughnuts in stock for the first time in weeks.
His day was going so well that he decided he should take a couple of hours off and check in with Shane about his results. He jumped into his Mercedes and was at the school within half an hour.
Inside, he scanned the faces of the students milling around him, some celebrating, others commiserating. He couldn't see Shane anywhere. He accosted a nearby student "Do you know where Shane is? Shane Carter."
The girl giggled. "I think I saw him and Jamie Lawrence go down the music corridor." She pointed to a door just off the foyer.
"Thanks." Gerry headed for the door she had indicated. He walked through and found a long corridor. Fearing that he would get himself lost if he wandered around too much, he shouted "Shane?"
Matthew was miserable. He had to admit that it was by his own hand, but that didn't help his mood any. His walk to school had taken twice as long as normal because he was daydreaming about Jamie. He would take two steps and remember another instance in which he could have made Jamie his own.
The boy had slept in Matthew's bed for three years, and Matthew had never considered doing ANYTHING with him. On more than a few occasions the pair had both awoken with morning wood, and had never enjoyed the relief together.
Once, Jamie had asked if Matthew would give him a kiss, just so that he could know what it was like. Matthew had insisted that Jamie wait for a REAL kiss, rather than having a worthless imitation steal the thunder of his first one.
Prom night was definitely Matthew's biggest mistake. He had made a joke out of asking Jamie to go with him. He should have asked him in a way that made his intentions clear.
Matthew berated himself for the night itself. When Jamie was about to follow Carter into the bathroom, Matthew shouldn't have shrugged and let him. He should have wrapped his arms around Jamie and kissed him. Jamie should have been HIS.
Matthew arrived at the school like a dark cloud. He joined the back of the queue for his results and pulled out his mobile phone. The screensaver was the only thing he wanted. It was a photograph of him and Jamie. Jamie was on Matthew's shoulders giving a thumbs up and a silly grin to the camera. Matthew stared at the smile and wished he could see Jamie right now.
He looked up from his phone, and there he was, but he was not smiling. "Titch!"
The next two minutes were the worst that Matthew could remember. Jamie called him out for his behaviour and his attitude towards Carter. Matthew was angry, but the resolve he saw in Jamie as he walked away told him that anger was going to get him nowhere.
Matthew shuffled along at the back of the queue, scarcely noticing the people around him. Jamie's words still stung his ears. 'Could Jamie really just cut me out?' he wondered to himself.
Matthew knew the answer was yes. He had never seen Jamie as happy as he had been since he had gotten together with Shane. Matthew silently berated himself for trying to ruin that, but the fact was that he DID love Jamie, and seeing him with Shane hurt.
Matthew took his results from Miss Evans and moved away without so much as looking at her. He walked away, tears stinging at his eyes. He didn't want anybody to see him cry, so he ducked into the nearest door and found himself in the music corridor.
He rested against the wall and slid down to the floor where he cradled his knees in his arms and began to sob. He cursed at himself for several minutes and then rose to leave.
From nearby, he heard the distinctive sound of Jamie's effusive voice. "Yay!"
Matthew turned back and started towards the sound of Jamie's voice. As he rounded the corner, he saw him suspended in mid-air in Shane's embrace. The two were lip-locked and unashamed. Matthew ducked into a nearby alcove and stared at the pair.
The sight cut to his core. There was the love of his life, sharing himself with somebody else, but there was something more. He could see the love in their embrace. Each little movement of Jamie's was perfectly compensated for by a movement of Shane's. They were in sync. Matthew didn't want to mess with that, and he certainly didn't want to lose Jamie to his own jealousy.
He decided to apologise to Shane for the kiss and to beg Jamie's forgiveness. Still in his little alcove, he opened his mouth to speak but halted when another voice nearby said "Shane?"
Shane and Jamie didn't hear it. They continued to kiss, and kiss, oblivious to the fact that Shane's father was bearing down on them.
"Shit," said Matthew. He dived from his alcove and ran down the corridor towards him. "Mr Carter? Are you looking for Shane?"
"Yes, have you seen him? A student told me he came in here."
"Yes, he used the exit through the library. He's gone home."
"Damn. Bad timing." Mr Carter chuckled. "So how do you know Shane?"
"Through a mutual friend."
"That'll be Jamie, won't it?"
Matthew smiled. "Good guess."
"Not much of a guess really. Jamie is the only person Shane spends any time with anymore. I swear, sometimes it's like they're the same bloody person. Are those your results?" Mr Carter pointed to the yellow envelope, still unopened, in Matthew's hand.
"Yeah."
"How'd you get on?"
Matthew shrugged. The look on Mr Carter's face clearly said that he wanted to know. Perhaps he wanted to make sure that Shane was spending his time with the right people; smart people. He opened the envelope, but couldn't bear to look.
Mr Carter slid the paper out of Matthew's hand. "Matthew Donovan-Samuels. Let's see." There was a gap of a few seconds. "Wow, eleven A*'s. That's incredible!"
"Thank you," said Matthew.
"I'd best be off." Mr Carter handed Matthew his results back and turned back to the main entrance, heading away from Jamie and Shane.
Matthew breathed a sigh of relief and followed suit. His apology would have to wait.
After the encounter at the church, Darren had not wanted to speak to anybody for the longest time. He had taken refuge in his bedroom, emerging only for the meals that his mother served him in silence.
Rather than permitting Darren to go to school and get his results, his mother had chosen to walk with him, ostensibly to offer company on the trip, but Darren knew the truth. She was worried he would veer off and find some powdery strength.
Darren wished he could say that she meant well, but the stony silence she was levelling at him screamed 'mistrust'. In the company of his own mother, Darren felt horribly alone.
They reached the gate and she stopped. "I'll wait here." She pulled out her cigarettes and lit up.
Darren dared not speak for fear that he would start crying. There was so much that needed to be said, but it was stuck his throat. He wanted to tell her about the church, and how he was feeling. He wanted to tell her that he wanted to change, but every time he looked at her, he thought he saw hate.
He trudged into the school and joined the 'A-M' queue, ignoring the presence of his classmates. When he reached the front of the queue, he saw that it was Miss Evans handing out the results.
Miss Evans had always been his favourite teacher. She taught music and only ever had good things to say about Darren. At every parent's evening she would gush about how wonderfully talented Darren was.
He took his results and scanned them quickly.
"Well? asked Miss Evans. She clearly wanted to know if he had passed music.
"It's the only one I got an A in."
"Fantastic! In honour of that, there's something on my desk in my room that I want you to have."
"Are you sure?"
She nodded and gave him a sweet smile. "The door's already unlocked. Just go straight in.
Darren was feeling a little emotional. It was more than he felt he deserved. He leaned down and gave her a kiss on the cheek. "Thank you, Miss." He turned and headed into the music corridor.
He was so engaged in his own thoughts that he hadn't noticed the presence of the others until he was right on top of them. He looked up just before he bumped into them. "Shane?" Perhaps this was providence. Darren had been trying to think of the best way to speak to Shane to apologise and make his amends, and here he was.
The pair broke what looked to have been a passionate kiss and looked at Darren. It was Jamie who spoke first. "You!" Jamie darted at Darren, his hands balled into fists.
"No!" Shane grabbed Jamie around the waist and picked him up. "He can tear you to pieces!" He put Jamie down, himself between Jamie and Darren. "Me, on the other hand..." Shane spun around and shot his fist into Darren's face. Darren felt a searing pain fly through his face, even as HE flew through the air.
Darren lay on the ground for a few moments, dazed. It took a while before the pain began to register. The warm feeling of blood under his nose gave the first indication of the damage. He gently touched his nose and felt agony there. It was definitely broken.
"I only wanted-"
"I don't give a shit what you wanted! You tried to out me!" Shane's eyes were filled with hate. "We were friends for years, and that's how you repay my friendship?"
"But-"
"Stay out of my life, Darren. And Jamie's." He took Jamie's hand and the pair headed for the exits. Darren stood, his face throbbing, and went in the same direction, his pace much slower than theirs. The pain had driven Miss Evans' gift from his mind.
"It's about time! What took so- Oh my God, what happened?" Darren's mother suddenly looked panicked.
Darren didn't want to cause any more trouble. "Somebody opened a door in my face. I think it's broken."
"Heavens! I'll get a taxi and get you to the hospital."
One hour, and a rather painful resetting of his nose later, and Darren was whole again. The stony silence that had hovered between he and his mother seemed to have been lifted as she held his hand and occasionally stroked his hair.
The doctor had cleared Darren, informing him that there was nothing to worry about. No permanent damage had been done and he'd be as good as new in no time at all. "I'll write you a prescription for pain killers. Enough for twenty four hours; just to take the edge off." He gave Darren a wink and a smile before shuffling away.
"That's good," said his mother. "I think I can already see the bruising though."
"It's nothing more than I deserve," said Darren, a catch in his throat. "Mum, I'm so sorry for everything." He started to cry.
His mother rested his head on her chest like she had done when he was younger. It had been a long time since the pair had been close. Almost as soon as puberty had hit, Darren stopped spending time with his parents. Now, he wanted nothing more than for her to tell him that everything would be alright just like she had when he was a boy and she sent his real father away.
"Mum, I need help."
"We can get you clean, my little love." She had always called him that when he was little, but had stopped when he told her he was too old for it. Now it was like music to his ears.
"That's not what I meant, but I do need that too. I think I need to talk to someone. I'm sick of being sad all the time, and hurting people because of it."
His mother continued to stroke his hair. "I'll talk to Dad." She kissed the crown of his head. "We'll get you all fixed up."
Jamie and Shane had made their way all the way to Jamie's house, and Shane still hadn't calmed down. He had wittered on about 'the audacity of it' several times and kept rubbing at his knuckles. Finally Jamie stopped him.
"Give me your hand you idiot." Jamie took Shane's hand in his own and started checking over the bones.
"You're mad at ME?" demanded Shane.
"No. Yes. Maybe; I don't know. I'll tell you what, though. You should have let ME punch him. Your hand's fine, by the way."
"Why? So he could punch you back? Besides, it was me he tried to out."
"Actually, sweetheart, he tried to out US. We ARE in this together, aren't we?"
Shane sighed. "Yes. That still doesn't explain why I should have let you punch him."
"Because you were trying to protect me from harm."
Shane blinked. A look of complete incomprehension crossed his face. "How's that a bad thing?"
"Look at the pair of us, Shane. Since you started to grow again, you are now seven inches taller than me. You have broad shoulders and a chiselled jaw, whereas I am a skinny waif of a thing. What do you think people see when they look at us?"
Shane still looked confused.
"They see the masculine/feminine divide in our relationship," Jamie provided. "We don't look like equal partners; we look like I'm the 'girl' in the relationship."
"And that's...bad?"
"I don't want you to protect me, Shane!"
"So, I should let you get beaten up, just so that it doesn't look like you're the girl? What if it had been Matthew who stopped you, instead of me? You're not in a relationship with him; at least I hope you're not."
"That's different."
"No, it's not. Would it have made you look like a girl if Matthew had saved you? No, because you're not a girl. So what if you're a bit smaller than me. You're not camp. You're not feminine at all. You're worrying about the opinion of people whose opinions don't matter."
"I just don't want to be belittled, even if I am little. I want us to be equals."
"In case you've forgotten, you're definitely the one who wears the pants in this relationship. You always take control in the bedroom." Shane pulled Jamie into his body. "And as for you being little, you have a big heart which more than makes up for your height. And don't get me started on the monster you keep in your pants."
"Sexual advances aside, you're very sweet." The two kissed.
"Don't forget 'stunningly gorgeous'." Shane framed his face in his hands.
Jamie giggled. "That too." They kissed again.
At that, Jamie's phone buzzed in his pocket, and as always, it scared the life out of him. He looked at the screen and saw a text from Matthew. 'Can we talk? Bring Shane.'
Jamie stared at it for a moment before he spoke. "He called you 'Shane'."
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