he Once Future King
Part One: Boyhood
Chapter VII: Letters from Nicholas

By: Evelmys

Rating: R-ish

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Lily Knotweed was literally bouncing with joy when Greg arrived at school in mid April.

"Boy, do I have a surprise for you," her eyes beamed with joy. Her whole body was glowing in excitement.

Today, was horrible for Greg, everything went wrong. Every step he made, it was out of line according to the rules of Bill. What would he do just not to go back home.

"I hope you are telling me your father's adopting me," said Greg very dejectedly.

"No," she giggled slightly. "I got these," she waved around several white envelopes.

"So what," grumbled Greg placing his head in his mashed potatoes.

"Their from Nicholas Stokes," she smiled. No one in Spade knew about Greg's boyfriend, with one exception: Lily. She knew by virtue of Greg venting his own frustrations to her. She didn't mind though. With Greg in love with Nick, he wouldn't make a pass at her, and as long as he kept his eyes to himself, her father Phlox never had a problem with their friendship. In fact, he rather liked Gregory Stokes.

"Give me those," Greg grasped for the white envelop and pried it from her hands.

It was several letters from Nick. It was his handwriting on the outside with his name and addressed to Lily's address.

"How?" asked Greg without thinking.

"He called me the day after Christmas, really early. He was crying, he said he was forced to do something and that he would write you through me. I've had some of them for a while. I've been meaning to give you them, I just, you looked so miserable, I thought I'd cheer you up." Her bright blue eyes sparkled and shined.

He ripped the seal of the first envelope and read:

Greg,

I shut my eyes and I can see you as clear as day. I got you in my arms and kissing your neck softly. A moan would leave your lips. Your hands would sneak naughtily into my pants and take hold of my penis and you would be stroking it gently. I miss the day's we'd do that. I'm sorry I didn't get a chance to say goodbye to you. I wanted to. I wanted to scream it to you, but dad decided that I should study abroad and sent me away the day after I saw you. I'm sorry I didn't get a chance to say goodbye. On the flight over here, I called Lily Knotweed. I wished I could have called you, but dad would have never let the call through. I asked her if I could send you letters through her. She's a great girl and deserves a lot of thanks. I hope to write you as frequently as I can. I love you so much Greg. I love you and I miss you so much it hurts. I hate being a half a world away from what I want. I wish my dad would just be happy with who I am. But, he won't be happy unless I am a police officer saving the day for Dallas. I don't want to be a cop. I hate the idea of it. I wish he'd just let me be what I want to be. Damn it, I wish he had let me have one more night. One more night I could have been in your arms. I miss you. Don't let Dad treat you too bad. I hope to see you soon.

Love,
Nick

Tears freely flowed down Greg's cheeks. He missed Nick near desperately. He read the letter several times over again. He missed his guardian angel that made him feel so good. The angel that made him feel so whole and loved. The only being on this planet who even gave full loving attention to him.

Without a word, he folded the letter up and placed it in the envelope, then in his back pocket.

The next read:

Greg,

This week has been miserable. Everyone here hates me. They make fun of me here and make me cry. Damn it, fucking dad is trying to fucking make a man of me yet. Damn, I just wish he would just let me be myself. I hate these schools. They're all the same. They only care about whom your family is, how much money you got and if you are completely up to date on the latest fads. I hate them. They're all just stupid snobs who know nothing but money and cruelty. Damn, I hate it here. I love you and I miss you and I wish you were here now cuddling me, because I really could use one of your bear hugs.

Love you always,
Nick.

Each letter stated misery to him. Nick was lovesick across the world with people he hated. Tear stains splattered on the letters, more each time he wrote. Greg looked at them and then looked up at Lily who was nervously twiddling her fingers in her palms.

"Why didn't you give me these earlier?" asked Greg, he was angry that she hadn't given them to him as soon as she got them. However, he wasn't going to do anything about it.

"I," her eyes drifted down in shame. "I couldn't. I was, I love you Greg, I love you. When, Nick told me he loved you I got jealous and I just didn't, I couldn't give them to you. I thought if you never heard from him, you would start to see me. I can see now, you love him too. I'm sorry I kept them from you."

Her words were truthful, the emotion sincere, and Greg finally saw her for what she was. He never really even noticed her feelings for him. Never thought she would have about him. He didn't say anything to her, he just pocketed the envelopes Nick had sent and was grateful she gave them to him.

"See ya," he said two seconds before the bell for fourth period began. She just stood there watching him.

"Why do you like him?" asked another girl.

"Because, he's like that lost puppy, which you can't help but to love," she answered and walked off.

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Hard labor and solitary confinement was the harsh reality that Greg Stokes faced in the years to come. There were some bright spots as well. Every month, nearly like clockwork Lily would bounce through the halls of the school with another letter in hand from Nick. Greg loved those days and he looked forward to them. The words from Nick were his only escape from the misery he lived. Lily would always be there with him, holding his hand as he read the intimate scribbles of Nick. He wrote about everything from the snobs, to what he fantasized doing to Greg if he were within his reach.

"Something interesting?" she would ask when Greg's face flushed from some of Nick's written ideas. He'd shake it off and give a small white lie and Lily would have known no better. She knew no better on many things. The past four letters were filled with such lust and love just from reading Greg found himself growing hard. 'Please,' his mind would whisper wanting the contact desperately. Lily never knew his wants, his needs or his desires and he wanted to keep it that way. It didn't matter how hard he got, he would rather take the embarrassment of someone's eyes catching his boner than to be soft and not have read the sweet words of his loving boyfriend.

It was a Tuesday and Lily was once again bouncing down the halls, her braided pigtails bouncing as she handed the latest letter to Greg.

"My dear love Greg,

I love you and I miss you, but I think I will be coming home soon. This May I am graduating. I wrote mom and dad and asked them to bring you along, I hope they do, I miss you so much. I love it when you invade my dreams, I love secretly masturbating to your image, but I would much prefer the real you. Only one-month left and I will no longer have to masturbate to your image, but to have your hands there instead of my own. I can't wait. Keep your chin up. I hope to see you at my graduation. I told them to bring you, but you know dad. Well I love you, I wish this letter was longer, but all these final examinations, time is running short. I love you, I can't wait to be back in Spade with you.

Love always and forever more,
Nicholas Eugene Stokes"

Off the big yellow bus, it was the same walk as every single day in Greg's life. He walked up the narrow lane, down the long drive, up the front steps, through the front door, up the first set of stairs, pulled the drawstring, walked up the second set of stairs, threw open the trap door, pulled up the stairs, shut the door and went to his chair to watch the world pass him by. Every day it was exactly the same and no deviance from the plan. Today was no different.

The only thing different about this day was Bill, Jillian, James, John, Matthew, and Nathan were all loaded up into a car and leaving the driveway to go to Nicholas's graduation. Tears again roll from Greg's eyes at being left behind in the empty house again.
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To Be Continued