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"That's a great shirt", said Michael, smirking as he glanced at James. "Thanks, it's my boyfriend's", answered James, smiling proudly at him and pulling the hem of Michael's Led Zeppelin shirt. Michael laughed, and looking him up and down said, "you look so sexy in it, if it wasn't one of my favorites I'd rip it off of you" close enough for James to feel his warm breath. James laughed, "Mr. Fassbender! Is that a way to talk to your student?" he said, running his fingertips through Michael's arm teasingly; Michael chuckled and took James' hand in his own "sorry - he kissed his index finger slowly, looking at him – you've been such a good student Mr. McAvoy, I thought you deserved some kind of award" and winked at him. James stared with a small smile and swallowed thickly, "wow, okay, we're definitely trying that later at home" he said, feeling dangerously hot at the thought of the teacher-student roleplaying thing going on. "Kinky" said Michael with a small laugh and a sexy look in his eyes. "We're gonna have to wait 'till we're back at London though, I'm not having sex at your parents' house, I don't care what you have to say", he added, trying to sound serious. James laughed, "of course you care what I have to say" he said biting his lip with a playful smile, and Michael rolled his eyes half-heartedly, "of course I do, you tease", and kissed James' forehead lovingly, "let's go babe, we still have a couple of hours of driving and it's getting dark" he added, taking a slurp from his chocolate milk box; James nodded and they walked together towards the car, walking out of the small convenience store they had found in the road.

They had decided they'd move in together after the Christmas holidays, since they wouldn't be teacher and student anymore and they'd have more time for moving James' things to Michael's flat, and that was just three weeks away. They wanted to tell James' parents this news about moving in together before they actually did, and they hadn't even met Michael yet, so it had to happen now. They left for the weekend to Scotland, and as Michael had promised, he drove James to his old house, because they thought it'd be fun and it was only one hour longer by car than the ride on train; it was Friday and they left London right after James' classes, so it was already getting dark and it was very cold outside, but they were happy and excited, and also a little scared about Michael meeting James' parents, even if James had told him a thousand times they'd love him.

"Right here" said James, pointing at a house on the corner of the street, with wide windows, a big tree and lots of different colored and sized flowerpots near the front door; it was a normal but lovely looking house. Michael nodded a bit nervously and parked the car right outside the house as James took his cellphone out to send a message, "I'll let them know we're here already" he said looking at the screen. Michael stayed silent as he stared at the house, and James sensed his nervousness, so he softly took his hand and got closer, "hey, handsome, it'll be great", he said looking at Michael. "I know" he sighed, "I'm just a bit nervous, I want them so much to like me", he added chuckling. James smiled and kissed his cheek, "they will adore you, I know it. Who doesn't, anyway?" he said, trying to be reassuring, and he meant it, too, everybody loved his boyfriend; Michael smiled and nodded decidedly, as if accepting a challenge, and kissed James lips in the same way, "thank you gorgeous, and not everybody loves me but as long as you do, I'm happy" said Michael, getting ready to open his door. "Good" whispered James with a sweet smile before watching Michael get out the car, and waited for him to open the door for him as he always did.

They rang the doorbell and waited just a few moments in silence before the door opened; Michael's stomach was in a knot, he couldn't remember being so nervous about meeting someone ever before, and it was a bit unsettling, but exciting. "Hi guys!" said James happily as his parents appeared on the other side of the door, hugging his mom first and then his dad, as they hugged and said hello to him excitedly, with so much love; Michael felt suddenly very happy about being there, knowing how lucky he was to have everything he had at that stage in his life. A big smile crept on his face at the right time since he was exactly just being introduced to the parents. "Mom, dad, this is Michael" said James with a small hint of nervousness in his voice but looking as firm as a rock; Michael knew he was nervous, and God, he was in all his right to be, he was introducing his boyfriend to his parents for the first time, right after coming out to them, and he was only 18, he was just so brave… he felt like hugging him and telling him how proud he was to be with him, and how it really didn't matter at all that he was older because James' soul was definitely older than his; he felt protected, loved.

James' mom was a beautiful woman, he could see where James had gotten his innate, juvenile beauty that sometimes was almost feminine, and he could understand that now. She had James' freckles, nose and big eyes, except hers were hazel and not blue, and she was short, too. He said hello to her first, shaking her hand with his most charming smile and giving her a kiss on the cheek, and then shook James' father's hand, whom Michael noticed had blue eyes, just as James' ones, and he was as tall as Michael, with broad shoulders and strong hands. "It's so nice to finally meet you Michael, we have heard a lot about you", said James' mom as they shook hands, "I know, I've heard so much about you too. Thank you so much for having me in your home" he said politely. "Oh please, James' home is your home", she said, and Michael and James smiled at her, Michael falling in love with her already. "Please, come in, I've made dinner, you must be starving! How was your trip?" she said excitedly, walking towards the kitchen and gesturing at them to follow her, James looked at Michael and winked at him, then took his hand and followed his mother. "It was very good, same old highway, just a little cold. And I'm not too hungry but you know I won't say no to your food, mum" said James as they walked to the kitchen; James' mother turned around and smiled at him proudly, and her eyes traveled quickly to their entwined hands, "Well, how about you Michael, are you hungry?" she asked, looking at him. "I'm, uh… yeah, I'm not too hungry either but I've heard so much about your cooking that I wouldn't dare to not taste it as soon as I can, Mrs. McAvoy" he said, and she smiled at him and then at James proudly before turning away to serve the food that was already warm. "Oh well then I guess my son has made a good job at advertising me, I hope you like what I cooked today" she said, and James looked at him and mouthed "nice" with a reassuring smirk. Michael rolled his eyes, smiling.

"Come on mum, whatever you made I bet is delicious. Hey, where's Joy? JOY!" he shouted at the end, directing his head to the ceiling, surprising his mom and Michael who laughed softly. "It takes you less than five minutes to come back to normal once you're in the house, eh? I did miss the shouting", said James' dad chuckling, who was just getting in the kitchen, too. James and Michael laughed, "sorry, it's the habit" said James, and they heard a voice from upstairs, "JAMES?" shouted Joy, "YES! COME DOWN!" he shouted back with a soft laugh, "James! Stop the shouting!" said his mom with a strong look, "we have guests!" and James suppressed a laugh by biting his lip. "Sorry. I'm sorry Michael if I disturbed you with my shouting" he said, looking at Michael, who was suppressing a laugh too and rolled his eyes at James. "Don't mock me, mister" she said, squinting playfully at his son, and James laughed. "James!" shouted Joy from the door, and ran to hug him tightly, "why didn't someone tell me you were here already?" she added, still hugging him, and then being aware of Michael's presence she looked at him and pulled apart from her brother, staring like she had just made a discovery. She stepped in front of Michael and stretched her arm to shake his hand, standing straight and smiling brightly, with a smile very much like James' one when he was deliberately being charming. Michael smiled at the resemblance, "hello, you must be Joy" he said, shaking her hand and kissing her in the cheek. "Joy, Michael. Michael, Joy" said James as they shook hands, and Joy blushed with the kiss, "Hi, Michael, it's very nice to meet you" she said suddenly sheepish, when she had been very confident during the first 10 seconds in the room, "it's very nice to meet you too, Joy" he said, smiling sweetly at her, and she chuckled in a way that reminded Michael of James during the first days of classes, when he would blush about everything Michael did.

"Okay, everybody sit down, dinner's ready" said James' mom, and they all helped her setting the table as they chatted about the weather and their trip. It took them around ten minutes to start Michael's subtle questioning, and he was inwardly praying for his answers not to make him seem like some creep, but like a normal, professional adult who happened to fall completely in love with their son who was, coincidentally, his student. It was their entire fault for raising a person that beautiful and combining their genes in such ways, anyway.

"Hey, I like your shirt!" said James' dad, excited, since James had unzipped his jacket. "I used to have one exactly like that back in the 70's", he added with a melancholic smile, and James chuckled nervously as his mom peeked at him to see it, "I hadn't seen that one before, did you get it in London?" she asked, unaware of James' apprehensiveness. "No, it's, uhm, not mine. It's Michael's", said James, stuttering a bit, looking at his mom and then at his plate; he heard Joy giggle. "Oh" said James' mom with a surprised and slightly apologetic look since she had made her son a bit uncomfortable, and Michael blushed in a way he didn't remember he could. Why did he have to wear it today? He'd never know; he knew it wasn't a big deal, everybody wears their couple's clothes, but he felt a strangely erotic connection to the fact that James wore his clothes and he couldn't help but thinking that everyone could notice it. "Michael loves Led Zeppelin, dad" said James bravely, and his father seemed like he had been given permission to continue, like he wasn't sure what to do before in that awkward little moment, but started talking excitedly about music, now that he had found a nice thing to talk about with him. Michael felt a bit better since music was one of his comfort zone topics, and they all seemed to forget the t-shirt thing quickly.

Apart from a couple of slightly awkward moments which involved the topic of school and Michael's current job, dinner went very well and James thought Michael had been charming, as always; Michael had felt a bit anxious but at the end he did feel like James' family had genuinely liked him, so he got to relax a little. After dinner they had coffee, and James' dad offered Michael some scotch, which he accepted almost eagerly and James chuckled at this, knowing his boyfriend could use some soothing techniques, in this case the alcohol, although he wished he could help him release tension with some other method they knew very well. After a while, James' parents announced they'd go to sleep, James' mom kissing both of them on the forehead, "Oh, I almost forgot. Honey, the guests' room is ready for Michael, please let him know where everything is", she said, not giving room for James to say a thing as he widened his eyes, and then directing at Michael, she added "Whatever you need, please don't doubt at telling us, and make yourself at home. It's very nice to have you here, sweetie" and wishing them a good night, she left the room. Joy joined them for a little while longer and then left to sleep too, since it was getting late.

"I'm so sorry, I thought you were staying at my room", said James apologetically, and Michael chuckled, "it's alright, actually I think I feel less uncomfortable with your parents like this. I mean, we're moving together, and we have to tell them tomorrow by the way, and I know they know we… well, do stuff, sleep together. Staying at your room would be just acknowledging it in their face though!" he said, completely relaxed now that it was just the two of them again. James laughed, "I didn't know you were so traditional with this whole meeting the parents thing. I'm glad though, because trying to convince my mom to let me sleep with my boyfriend would've been awkward", he said, and Michael covered his face with his hands, chuckling. "Oh God, how did I do? Do they hate me?" he said, looking at James with a puppy look. "What? You did great! I wouldn't be surprised if they wanna trade me for you" said James smiling and hugging him, placing Michael's head on his chest to pet him, and Michael laughed but immediately cherished the petting.

Next morning they got up early to have a long breakfast which started by the two of them and then the parents were added; they made plans of having lunch with them but they'd go downtown before, and to that bookstore they were both eager to visit, so they'd meet again later. The bookstore was, as Michael had imagined, beautiful as heck. The smell of the old books as you came in was the first thing he loved, and James was smiling so brightly at seeing Michael's reactions that he wanted to just live in that bookshop and make him smile like that every day. They walked along the aisles and looked and touched carefully, treasuring the beautiful vintage copies of so many beloved books; James called Michael to see the content of a wooden box at the end of an aisle, and as he saw what was in it, Michael gasped, his eyebrows shooting up, "these are like your Atonement copy!" he said, taking a couple of tiny books, not bigger than half his hand, with beautiful illustrated hard covers. "Mhm" said James, smiling, "the last time I just saw that one, but there are lots of other books… look! – He said, raising one, triumphant – A Bend in the River!", he knew Michael loved this one so he was proud of finding it, and Michael looked like a child in Christmas. James watched Michael as they both sat on the floor exploring the box, and he swore he fell in love all over again; Michael was glowing, gorgeous as can be, excited, so passionate in everything he did, even if it was opening a tiny book. The sun that came from the window right in front of them made his stubble beam in gold, copper and red, and his blue-grey eyes had a third color added with the yellow light, they looked like galaxies; his golden skin radiant, the slight creases next to his eyes, either because of age or laughing so much, or maybe both, were more visible with the contrasting light, and his chest rose and fell, his breathing soft, his face peaceful. James did all he could to memorize this image, he wanted to grow old with the memory of Michael like this, so handsome, so himself.

"You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen" said James, so seriously that Michael could just look at him and smile tenderly, knowing he meant it with all his heart, he knew James enough by now. "Thank you – he said – and noticed that the same sunlight that made him think Michael was that beautiful, made James look like something otherworldly, so stunning it hurt. They looked at each other for a few seconds, admiring, and Michael noticed all the golden freckles on James' skin were glowing, like he was always meant to be under the Scottish sun, which made his hair and eyelashes shimmer, and made his lips look fuller, redder; he looked angelic. "Oh, God" whispered Michael, sighing as he left the books on the floor and got closer to James, placing his hand over his cheek, "I love you" he said right before kissing him, James sitting on the floor and Michael kneeling in front of him. "I love you too" said James softly in between the kiss, enjoying the taste and the movement of Michael's mouth, their tongues rolling slowly. James felt his breath quicken and his blood travel dangerously down south, so he pulled apart carefully and chuckled, blushing. "Sorry" said Michael, chuckling too, and bit his own lip. James smiled with a tipsy look in his eyes and shook his head, "no", he whispered, and pecked Michael's lips. They smiled lovingly at each other and continued with their search; after around an hour they were fully packed with the books they'd buy so they paid, left the store and took a walk around the streets, James showing him a lot of places from his childhood and adolescence, and Michael was delighted with the sights and the stories.

They met James' parents back at the house, and his mom had made lunch, the whole house smell delicious. After showing them what they had found in the bookstore, which James' mom saw with a sweet look, and told them where they had been to, Joy arrived home too from a friend's house and they got ready to eat. They had talked during the morning about talking to them about the moving in thing, so they knew it was time, and after eating and chatting merrily, James started, and Michael's heart skipped a beat. "Mom, dad…", "and Joy" said his sister, "and Joy – said James with a chuckle- we wanted to tell you some plans we have, for the future. Very near future" and he could see their faces go slightly pale; James did make it sound like they were going to tell them they were adopting a kid and moving to Africa tomorrow. "I've asked James to move in with me", said Michael flatly, trying to make it better, "and I said yes, but we wanted to talk to you about it before I did" said James quickly. They all stared at each other for what felt like an hour, but it was really just a few seconds, "that's great!" said Joy, looking at James and Michael and then at their parents, obviously wanting to convince them to think the same. "Thanks Joy, I think so too" said James softly, holding his breath a little, and Michael just stared at everyone with big eyes. "I… well, yeah, it is nice news. I mean if you guys think you're ready for that big step, then I guess it's alright", said James mom pensively after a few seconds, like she was trying to convince herself, too. "Thanks mum" said James with a crooked smile, and turned to his dad, and so did Michael, scared as hell, expecting to be thrown out the house immediately. "I'm just happy you're getting a better roommate than Evan" said James' dad shrugging with a small smirk, and they all laughed, releasing the tension.


James kept rolling in his bed from side to side every couple of minutes, not being able to sleep. It had been a tiring day, yes, but knowing that Michael was downstairs, alone in the guests' room of his own house, it was killing him. It was a bit silly, because it's not like they didn't have sex regularly, and they always had the liberty to do it at Michael's place whenever they wanted, or at James' when Evan wasn't there, which was often enough. No, it was just that they shouldn't do it here, and they were being separated for the nights, and it was causing him too much anxiety and making him incredibly horny.

He closed his eyes tightly and tried to think of anything else, like the final projects he had to make for his other classes, what he would wear tomorrow, the gifts he had to get for Christmas… he wasn't sure what to get Michael. Michael who was downstairs wearing probably just some t-shirt and his sinfully tight boxer briefs, or maybe just the boxer briefs… Oh God – he thought – covering his face with his hands desperately. "Ok, whatever" he whispered to himself after a few seconds, and lifted his sweater a bit, running his hand through his stomach and under his pants, then with a heavy and releasing sigh he started caressing and stroking himself, immediately thinking of Michael's strong body, his chest, his delicious abs and hipbones. He bit his lip as he imagined his boyfriend slowly stripping from his briefs and placing himself on top of James, running his tongue through his neck and jawline, then lowering all the way to his cock and setting it in his mouth, sucking, licking, with his gorgeous eyes looking up at James, smiling that sexy as hell smile…. "Fuck" he whispered, and panted silently, his cheeks turning red. He then pictured Michael turning him around with a swift movement, whispering dirty and loving things to his ear as he put his wonderful cock in place. James licked his lips and bent his knees, then quickly licked two of his fingers and reached for his own entrance, picturing Michael pushing in, moaning James' name. "Ah, Michael" he whispered desperately, trying to feel as good as he could but he knew the real thing and this was nothing like it… he was already used to the size and warmness and he could never go back. He inserted a third finger and felt himself stretching, the burn of it already asking for more, and moaned silently; after a couple of minutes of what he thought would be helping him to release tension, which was an easy way out, yes, but he didn't want that, he carefully removed his fingers, whispering "fuck it" and got out from his bed quickly.

Michael woke up to a very warm and wet feeling on his neck and a slight weight on top of him, and was extremely confused and aroused for the first two seconds, then was just left aroused once he realized what was happening; it was James who was lying on top of him and kissing his neck softly, and the warmth of his body, tongue and breath was a wonderful sensation that started at the bottom of his stomach and traveled all throughout his skin. "Mmm, hi gorgeous" he said with a sleepy voice, but then remembered where they were and panicked a bit, "James! We're at your parents' house!" he whispered quickly, placing his hands on James' waist firmly as if to stop him but not doing too much to do so. "Hi... So?" said James, pulling his head from Michael's neck to see him in the eye, even if the room was completely dark except for the soft lights from outside that entered through the window; Michael chuckled, "so, we're not doing this at your parents' house" he said with a steady look and raising his eyebrows slightly, and he could see James' eyes, big and dark, shiny with lust, his red mouth slightly open, and felt his lower stomach flip. "Why not?" said James with a teasing tone in his voice, shifting his position gracefully so Michael could feel his erection, and breathing warmly against the other man's mouth; Michael swallowed and sighed, closing his eyes briefly to calm down, "because they might hear something, imagine if they came to my room and see us" he said, terrified just by the thought; James shook his head and kissed Michael's jaw, "they wouldn't come to your room, and we can be silent, you know?" he whispered hotly against his skin, running his hand through Michael's arm and then his waist, stroking him, and Michael shook his head too, "I should have known this was going to happen, you enjoy the thrill of getting caught!" he whispered, his hands still on James' waist gave a soft squeeze, and James chuckled mischievously. Michael couldn't deny he enjoyed the thrill too. Maybe… no, NO. "James, it's too risky babe" he added, receiving a wet kiss from James to stop him form talking; "but I want you so much, I missed you – said James a bit desperately – I was in my room and I was really trying to sleep but I just couldn't, knowing you were here by yourself… in my house, on this bed, It was driving me crazy… and just, the thought of your body, I don't know, I want you, I wanna make love to you, right now", he was talking lowly, kissing him between words and was already rubbing ever so lightly against Michael, who was by the time more than turned on; "ah, James…. Fuck, how can I say no to you? – he bucked his hips a bit - you're so sexy" said Michael, grunting, and James smiled and moaned silently, then reached for Michael's mouth again and placed his lips slowly against Michael's, talking into his mouth, "I wanna ride you", he whispered, his eyes glistening and his hands tight on his boyfriend's neck and shoulder. Michael groaned silently at the thought and shut his eyes, "fuck, that's… yes, fuck me James", he whispered, suddenly too aroused and not caring about where they were or what else could happen. James grunted and stopped what seemed to be the beginning of a high-pitched moan, and nodded. He took his pajama pants off with Michael's help and then his sweater, shivering a bit at the coldish room, and then stripped Michael quickly, needy. "Mmm yes – said James looking at Michael's body – ah, fuck yes – he took Michael's cock in his hand- so big and tasty, and it's all mine" he whispered, hotly; "ah, yes, it is yours baby, I am" said Michael, enjoying the words, his boyfriend's lustful stare and movement of James' hand, who after a few strokes reached for his mouth and licked his palm, then stroked Michael again, who moaned silently and bucked his hips at the wet sensation.

James was eager, he got on his knees and put the tip of Michael's cock in place and started sliding himself down, catching his breath and opening his mouth. Michael moaned and tensed his legs to restrain himself from thrusting his hips unintentionally, "baby, don't you want me to prepare you first?" he asked, whispering and panting; James shook his head and smiled wickedly as he slid down slowly but without too much difficulty, "I already did it before, in my room" he said, and Michael smiled, grunting at the thought of James on his bed, stretching and fingering himself, panting, his red cheeks burning, his eyes closed tightly, thinking of his cock… oh man, "ah baby, you were fucking yourself? That's so hot, were –aah, yes- were you thinking of me?" he whispered with a husky voice, watching James slide all the way down, his arms stretched and his both palms on Michael's chest, "mmm, of course I was thinking of you" he said, his accent thick, his body almost reaching the bottom of Michael's dick, "oh yes baby, that's it, sit on my cock" said Michael hotly, and James moaned at the words, reaching the bottom completely with a sturdy downward movement and sending his head back slightly, panting and frowning. Michael moaned as silently as he could, a guttural sound; it felt fucking good to have James sitting on him, fucking him like that… they had never done it this way before, even if it was a common position, it always seemed to be Michael who was in control, but it was so hot that James was the one in charge this time.

James pushed himself up supporting his hands on Michael's chest and then lowered all the way down to the base of Michael's cock, and they both moaned quietly, then he did it again, slowly, slightly sending his hips forward as he came down, then backwards when he went up, and repeated this movement, Michael's hips following it as they achieved a marvelous rhythm, and after a while of silent panting and loving and playful dirty words, they both knew they were critically close to the end. "Fuck, James, you're so good… ride me baby, ride me hard" said Michael as quietly as he could, James' movements driving him crazy; he looked so delicious and sexy riding his cock like that, his cheeks and lips red, his cock pumping against his stomach, his legs spread around him, "yeah? You like that daddy?" whispered James, acting a bit innocently and adding a smirk at the end, and Michael thrust hard and moaned lowly at the unexpected and new sex pet name, "fuu-huck, yes, yes" whispered Michael, running his hand through James' chest and then taking his cock in his hand, to which James moaned and after a couple pumps he took Michael's hand and kissed it, "no, I'll come with just your cock", he whispered, then licked Michael's thumb and placed it in his mouth, sucking on it and biting it; Michael sucked in a breath and licked his lips, wanting to shout James' name, to come inside of him, to marry him, tell him how much he loved him, make him pregnant even if it wasn't possible, have beautiful blue-eyed kids, grow old, to live, to love every second of it. "I love you James, make love to me babe, fuck me, I love you so much" he whispered, panting, desperate, in love. "I love you too, I – aah, Michael – I love you so much, come baby, fill me up, I need you" whispered James, lowering his body to be near Michael's mouth, kissing him wetly, messily, perfect, and with a hard thrust, they both gasped with their mouths together, their bodies sweating, and Michael could feel the warm sensation of James' come on his stomach as James felt Michael finish, too.

James rested his forehead on Michael's as they caught their breath for a few minutes, and Michael caressed his back lovingly; "You're perfect, James… what did I ever do to deserve you?" he said against James' mouth. James smiled sweetly, "you did everything that I ever wished for a man to do, and so much more. I can't believe I'm with you myself", he said, and Michael shook his head, smiling, wanting James to understand that he, Michael, was the lucky one. "What I can't believe is that we just had this mind-blowing sex under your parents' roof", said Michael, chuckling, now caressing James' butt cheeks, squeezing them slightly. James laughed and ducked his head, placing his forehead on Michael's chin, "I'm sorry, you're too irresistible". Michael chuckled and lifted his chin to look at James' beautiful face, "sweetheart, I was convinced that I wouldn't let myself do anything during these days at your house because it was too risky, no matter how much I wanted to, and when you came to me I wasn't able to say no for more than two minutes. Please consider who's the irresistible one". James laughed softly, "you're sweet", he said, giving him a chaste kiss on the lips, "I wish I could stay here, but I think I should go back to my room before I fall asleep" he added with a yawn, and Michael nodded and spanked him playfully as he got up. James chuckled and put his clothes on while looking at Michael, both of them gawking at the other's body; he shuddered at Michael's strong gaze and bit his lip, smiling, as he got close to Michael's bed again and gave him a last kiss, "good night gorgeous, I love you" said Michael, "thank you for coming down here" he added with a smile. "I love you too, baby. Good night!" he whispered and left the room flashing him a bright smile.


It was really early, but he really had to go to the bathroom and he needed a shower, urgently, so he got up as quietly as he could and took a pair of clean pajamas with him. He took a long, hot shower, missing James since now they usually showered together when he stayed at his flat, even if they just showered and nothing else, it was nice and fun. He thought of last night with a sided smile as the water fell down his neck and back, and felt radiant, so in love he could burst. He realized he wasn't going to be able to sleep again, so once out the shower he grabbed a book and went to the living room, but smelled coffee and heard some noise in the kitchen, so he peeked to see who was there. James' mom was standing with the door of the fridge open, and immediately saw Michael when he appeared in the room. "Oh, good morning honey, you're up early!" she said gleefully, and Michael smiled, "good morning! Yeah, I woke up and couldn't get back to sleep again" he said, entering the kitchen and kissing her cheek, "I know that feeling. Well, you're lucky, the coffee's ready, do you want something to eat?" she said, already serving two mugs and handing him one, "thank you so much – he said, taking the cup – and no, thank you, I'll wait for the rest to wake up so we can all eat together, unless you're having something" he said, not really hungry. "That's okay, I don't eat so early either", said James' mom with a smile, sitting with Michael on the table.

"Mrs. McAvoy, I've been wanting to tell you a few things", said Michael, holding the cup of coffee with his both hands, "Sure darling, what is it?" said James' mom, sweetly but evidently surprised. Michael took a deep breath, "First of all, I want to thank you for having me here, and being so nice. I didn't expect less from the persons who raised James, honestly, but still, you've been nothing but sweet to me, and I feel like at home, which makes me very happy – James' mother smiled and nodded – also, well, I hope you believe me when I tell you I have the best intentions with James; I know we have a slightly bigger age gap than what's expected at our age, and that it's not well seen to have a relationship with a student or a teacher, but I've done things the way I have thought best, and the last thing I would do, ever, is hurt your son. I'm… I love him so much, and I intend to take care of him for as long as he lets me. Nothing would make me happier than knowing I have your blessing and that you believe me when I tell you all these things… so I guess I'm kind of asking for that" said Michael, nervous but already feeling better at having said this. James' mom had looked at Michael with a small smile while he talked, and when he finished she waited for a moment, looked at her cup of coffee, and then back at him. "I've known James all of his life, and there's nothing in this world I love more than him and Joy. Yesterday, when you showed me the books you bought at that old bookshop he's always loved so much, I could see a gleam in his eyes that I had never seen before, and God, you were both so excited over these dusty copies, all I could think of was how finally James had found someone to share the stuff he loves the most with, someone who loves it too. If you tell me that you're going to make him this happy over small and big things, then I couldn't care less about age differences or society's expectations, I just want him to be the best James he can be" she said, and Michael could feel a knot in his throat. He smiled at her and nodded, "I promise I'll try to do that. He already makes me be the best Michael I can be", he said, and she smiled back, placing her hand on top of his, and he cherished the warmth, suddenly missing his own mother. "Then you have my blessing, honey", she said, winking at him.

James woke up around an hour later, and went down the kitchen, surprised to see Michael already there and chatting happily with his mom. The rest of the day passed with them hanging out at the house, talking, having lots of cups of coffee with James' parents and Joy. Around 3:00 they had to leave back to London and it was already kind of late, since they both had class the next day. They left with promises of coming back soon, a big bottle of scotch that James' dad gave them, a tupperware with pastries that his mom had baked and a couple of hearts full of hope.