Chapter 6-
Today is Monday, the 21st of May. My boyfriend just broke up with me, lying and telling me that he 'forgot' my phone number, even though he wrote it down. Yeah, just fuckin peachy. On a brighter note, Chris, my suicidal friend is back at school, and seems to be much better. I'm pretty sure that he knows that everyone cares about him more than he thought, and thanks to those who had well wishes for him. We appreciate it :-)
Okay. I have never been to London in my life, and haven't traveled to foreign areas other than Canada. I know that there are avenues with all the lights and stores that are always really busy, so… I live in a rinky-dink city, not a place like NYC, London, Paris, Chicago, L.A., Frisco, even Buffalo. I want to live in a big city, but for 15, Lockport will have to do. So, picture something like Times Square, and all them huge buildings and cars, and stuff, only in London. (Sorry to upset those in London, but I repeat: I've never been there, and won't be for quite a long time.)
Brian and Stefan walked out, hand in hand. Brian stopped him. "Stefan, I'm so sorry. I love you, and I never meant to hurt you like this… It's just that, well, people have called me derogatory names before, but not by my best friend." Brian said. "Please, don't try it anymore. I don't know what I'd ever do without you." Stefan said. Brian leaned forward and cradled his head on Stefan's chest as they walked. Stefan smiled at the dwarf-like man by him. Stefan realized that he had these feelings for Brian since they'd met in school. Since they were still a loser and a jock. Stefan wasn't gay; at least he denied it then. Brian had seen him run into the gym at several voluntary/ mandatory pep assemblies. He'd thought him quite handsome, and rather strong looking. He then pictured what he'd be like in bed, but shook the thoughts away quickly. The last thing he needed was a hard-on in his school uniform, which he had found increasingly tight and short as he grew.
Brian snapped out of his thoughts and looked up at his boyfriend's rather thoughtful expression. "What's wrong, Stef?" Brian asked. "N-nothing. It's just… You." Stefan said. Brian looked away. *Oh no, here it comes.* He thought, bracing himself for heartbreak. Stefan saw this, and almost immediately put his arms around Brian. "No, I'm not going to dump you. I-I have to tell you this elsewhere, honey. I know that you'll absolutely love it, but I can't tell you until next week, at Steve's birthday party." Stefan said. Brian's eyes widened. That was five whole days away! He knew Stefan was playing with him, but also knew that the surprise would be wonderful. He smiled naughtily, as did Stefan. They both knew that the sex was better when Brian was trying to find out secrets, not that they'd been having sex as lovers that long. Brian giggled and began to run towards Stefan's flat, their destination. Stefan quickly caught up and scooped Brian up off his feet. They entered the flat, where Brian was immediately deposited on the bed. They began kissing heavily, Brian trying his damndest to get Stefan to tell his secret. "Please… I'll give you a blowjob!" Brian said. "You will anyway!" Stefan retorted. "Damn!" Brian grunted as Stefan ripped off the shirt.
Dave and Steve stood there staring at one another, neither knowing what to say. A short, black-haired woman in her late 40's/early 50's walked by. "Hey, captain." Dave greeted her. "Captain? Can I go home early?" He asked her. "Dave…" She warned. He gave her an irresistable puppy stare. "Okay. You let one slip by me. Savour the Flavour, because it sure as hell ain't gonna happen again." She said. Dave hugged Steve, and happily dragged him out to his bicycle. Dave sheepishly looked down and shrugged. "Ride ya on my handlebars?" He asked. Steve got on the handlebars after Dave had straightened the bike. He pedaled home, his strong legs not bothered a bit by the extra weight added onto his bike. He locked his bike up and pulled Steve up the stairs to his apartment door. He fiddled with the lock for a fraction of a second before getting in and motioning Steve in. He followed and they sat next to one another on the couch. Steve snuggled into the soft, velvety fabric, and turned his cheek to one side to feel it brush on him. Dave noticed this and smiled. He moved forth and scooped Steve into his arms and cradled him for a few minutes. Steve had never felt this love before, but he knew that he liked it, and wished it never would end. Dave tentatively leaned down and pressed his lips to Steve's. Steve didn't protest, yet he was still surprised by the kiss. He then realized what was happening and he moved in and kissed back. Dave smiled and snuggled Steve closer. His hand trailed down Steve's chest, slipping underneath the fabric of his t-shirt. Steve gasped as he felt the cold yet warm hand travel it's way up his shirt. He gasped even louder as Dave trailed his hand where no man had gone before, save for Brian, who had mistaken him for Stefan and began to fondle him. Which wasn't too entirely bad, and that is a tale that shall be told at a later date. Anyway, where were we? Oh yeah. Dave's hand was travelling it's way to Steve's manhood. Finally, Dave reached his target, and began to slip his hand into his new love's underpants, but Steve stopped him. "No." He said, firm, yet gently. Dave was confused. "B-but i…" "Dave, I love you, yes… But I've known you for three days, love! Three days! I won't do anything sexual until we know each other better." Steve said, ignoring the testosterone for the moment. Dave looked down. "Cool." He said, opening his arms for Steve to crawl back into. "We'll take it nice…and…slow." He whispered, kissing the top of Steve's head.
Stefan sighed, exhausted. Brian had a history of being great in bed. It had been more than once where he's passed his hotel room and heard a man other than Brian screaming in pleasure. He looked over to face Brian, a little sore from the events that had just taken place. He smiled and placed a hand on the little creature's back. "Stefie?" He asked, turning to face him. "What is the surprise?" He asked. Stef grinned. This little man was slick, and knew all the tricks in the book. *Damn. I gotta get myself one of these 'books' that everyone talks about* He thought to himself as he opened his mouth to reply. "You'll see." Brian pouted, giving him the nearly irresistable puppy dog look. Stefan kissed Brian's forehead. "No." He told him. Brian knew he'd lost. He'd tried all his best tricks, but with no avail. He snuggled up to Stefan, who took the hint, and wrapped his arms around Brian's body. He watched as the blue eyes disappeared beneath the long black eyelashes. He smiled and kissed each eyelid and then settled his head above Brian's and allowed sleep to overtake him.
Stefan awoke a few hours later to find Brian out cold. He smiled and kissed his lover's cheek. He slipped out of the bed and gasped lightly as he felt the cool air on his naked body. He grabbed a pair of boxers off of the floor and put them on. He grabbed a pair of jeans off the floor, and threw on an anime t-shirt. He stepped out the door, left a note for Brian, and then left his flat altogether. He headed down the stairs and began to walk the streets. It was 8 in the evening, and night crowds were beginning to appear. He waved to his friend Sid and rounded a corner. He was now on a large street, with many large buildings, and he stopped at one that he liked. It wasn't a really big store, yet it was very popular. There was an old man in his late 50's early sixties, that was good friends with Stef's family. "Hey, Mr. Kruger! I'm here to make a purchase." He said, looking at the objects he had to choose from for Brian's surprise.
Dave looked down at Steve, asleep in his arms. He knew that this was sort of a Romeo and Juliet love. A love at first sight. He smiled and idly ran his fingers in Steve's long hair. He looked down and kissed the slumbering man. He didn't know what to do; Neither of them did, as they were both previously straight men, and so it was their first gay relationship. Dave smiled to himself. They'd figure out what went where, eventually. Steve knew two of the best damn gay men in the world, and could ask for pointers. Maybe they'd be together forever…
5-24-01 "WHOOOHOOO! FOUR DAY WEEKEND!!!!!!!!!"
-Homer J. Simpson.
Yep, that's right, folks! Four days to raise hell before getting back to school. My buddy is okay, and I won't talk about him anymore. I'm making sure to get a little closer to him, so at least he might talk to me if he ever tries it again. He's a good friend and it would suck ass if I lost him.