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And I Meant It
By: Nanaki BH
The walk to the Michalchuk's was excruciating. My eyes were blinded by tears. I closed them and kept walking when I saw something that made even more tears rise; a lovely, young, perfectly straight couple making out in broad daylight. I wanted to scream at them. I knew it wasn't their fault though. It was just as much their fault that they were straight as it was my fault for being gay. Fault there: zero. I opened my eyes when I felt a cool breeze blow. It was the first thing that day that helped me relax. I let out a sigh, trying not to think of what happened at my house. Before I knew it, I was standing on the front doorstep of the Michalchuk's residence.
I felt that pain once again gnaw at my stomach when I remembered why I was there. I gave a couple pitiful knocks on the door and was greeted by Paige. I opened my mouth but nothing came out.
"Marco," Paige whispered, "honey, you're crying!" She turned around to yell into the house. "Dylan, come over here! Get your ass in gear! Move it, you lazy sloth!" Within a few moments she moved aside and let Dylan step over. He gave me a good once over and then pulled me into his arms. I couldn't help it; I completely unwound in front of him, sobbing openly into his shirt.
"It's not my fault," I whispered. He rubbed soothing circles around my back, trying to calm me.
"Come on, Marco," he said. "Let's go to my room."
As he ushered me inside his mother took notice. "Oh, Dylan, did you invite your friend over?" Paige tapped her on the shoulder and whispered in her ear. "Oh... honey, I'll get you some water, take him up to your room." He nodded silently and guided me up the stairs and to the bedroom with hockey posters plastered all over the door.
Once we were safely inside he shut the door. I took off my backpack and sat it beside his bed. He sat down next to me and put a comforting hand on my leg. He took a deep breath before starting. "So you told them, huh?"
I whimpered. "It was more of an accident. My dad was asking me a whole bunch of questions like he usually does and I thought it was now or never. It would have happened anyway." I buried my face in my palms. "But what am I going to do now? My father hates more for it! You know how Italians get right?" He stayed quiet, so I guessed he didn't. "Well, you heard the way he was criticizing that waiter on our first date. Italians are sticklers for family. If it's not 'good' for the family, then they don't like it. Being gay isn't on their list of good things. I... I just wish I weren't like this sometimes." I looked up from my hands and saw such concern etched into his features. "But in a way I'm glad... because if I weren't I wouldn't I know you." I offered him a small smile which he gladly took.
He wrapped his arms around my shoulders. "If you want to stay here for a while, that's fine. I'm sure my parents won't mind. They know what it's like." He tilted my chin up and gave me a soft peck on the lips.
There was a knock at the door. "Can I come in?" it was his mother's voice. She had a similar voice to Paige's, but with an older, more knowledgeable flare.
"You can come in," Dylan said. It was nice how we could be in each other's arms like this and not have to worry about his mother's disapproval.
She put a glass of ice water on his nightstand and asked, "How are you feeling, Marco?"
I sighed and leaned back into Dylan's embrace. I thought over my words carefully. I certainly wasn't happy. Well, I was in a way. I finally told them. Like I had said, it would happen one way or another. And... I'm here with Dylan so that's always good. But to be honest, "I feel like crap," which is true. My back hurts and I didn't even do anything to that. My head hurts and I'm a little tired and hungry, but that's from crying.
"Well," she said, "drink some water. When you're feeling a bit better maybe you and Dylan can go out and get something for dinner." I blushed. I felt so comfortable here. I knew my father wouldn't dare intrude on this. If anything, he's glad I'm away from the house. I hope my mother can talk some sense into him. She's usually very good at it.
"Sounds good, mom," Dylan said from behind me. I could feel his chest rumble as he spoke. He has such a beautiful deep voice. The simple thought of it made me smile.
"You know when we have dinner, Dylan. You better get going before four o'clock, okay? How about turkey sandwiches and barley soup? You know where the nearest..."
"Yes, mom. I'll get it. You don't have to worry 'bout it." She gave a small 'hmph' and looked at us with half lidded eyes. She smiled knowingly and left his room, closing the door behind her.
I grinned. "You amaze me, you know that? It's like you know how to take care of everything." I turned around in his hold so I could give him a kiss. But after kissing for a few moments it turned into something completely different. I'd never... made out with anyone before, but it was like I knew exactly what to do. I felt him gently slip his hands up my shirt to stroke my sides. I moaned and moved closer so I could sit on his lap. We broke apart shortly after we realized we couldn't breathe. I ran my tongue over my braces, amazed at the tingling sensation he left behind.
"So you'll definitely stay for dinner right?" he asked, stroking my cheek with the back of his hand.
I shrugged. "Who knows, I may even spend the night. My mom told me I should bring a back pack." I gestured to my bag sitting next to the bed. "Even if they call, I think I'll tell them I'm staying. I mean, how could I spend tonight in that house with my father? He'd be glaring at me all night and then in the morning he'll make gay jokes and... He won't want me to see you." I looked at my lap, trying to avoid his eyes.
"I'm sure something will work out. There's nothing that can keep me away from you. Even if he does try to take you away from me, we still go to the same school. Even after I graduate, I'll still come to visit you and you can come over when ever you like. So listen, don't worry about it. I've got it all covered." He patted my shoulders and I looked back up into those sincere grey eyes.
I blushed. "See, that's what I was trying to tell you! You know exactly what to do for every situation." I grinned. "And that's good because I never know what to do."
"You came here. That was a good decision."
"My mom told me, remember?"
"But you listened." He stood up, but kept me in his arms. I wrapped my legs around his waist to keep myself up. "So would you like to go get food for dinner with me?"
I must have been blushing like crazy. I'd never got this far with him before. Sitting on his bed, holding hands, hugging, making out with him... This was like the best day of my life. Okay, except the raging father bit. If that hadn't happened, then it would... no, forget that. It's still the best day of my life. At least it is so far. I'm hoping things only get better from here.
"Sure. Sounds good."
Author's Notes: This got quite a good welcome from all you readers out there. When I can tell people are enjoying the story, I generally want to write more. So thank you for all the lovely reviews! Keep reading and I'll keep writing! As far as the actual story is involved, I've already got some things planned for it. I spent a day on a college tour for my brother (I'm only a freshman but he's a senior) and was bored out of my mind. I came up with most of this fic then and I got a good idea last night for the next chapter or two. So, who wants me to write a sex scene? Say yay or nay. I've approached a few people online about it and they seem to think it's a good idea. I won't write anything too graphic, nothing above R, really. I may change the rating later. shrug It all depends. Please review and give me your opinion.
And I Meant It
By: Nanaki BH
The walk to the Michalchuk's was excruciating. My eyes were blinded by tears. I closed them and kept walking when I saw something that made even more tears rise; a lovely, young, perfectly straight couple making out in broad daylight. I wanted to scream at them. I knew it wasn't their fault though. It was just as much their fault that they were straight as it was my fault for being gay. Fault there: zero. I opened my eyes when I felt a cool breeze blow. It was the first thing that day that helped me relax. I let out a sigh, trying not to think of what happened at my house. Before I knew it, I was standing on the front doorstep of the Michalchuk's residence.
I felt that pain once again gnaw at my stomach when I remembered why I was there. I gave a couple pitiful knocks on the door and was greeted by Paige. I opened my mouth but nothing came out.
"Marco," Paige whispered, "honey, you're crying!" She turned around to yell into the house. "Dylan, come over here! Get your ass in gear! Move it, you lazy sloth!" Within a few moments she moved aside and let Dylan step over. He gave me a good once over and then pulled me into his arms. I couldn't help it; I completely unwound in front of him, sobbing openly into his shirt.
"It's not my fault," I whispered. He rubbed soothing circles around my back, trying to calm me.
"Come on, Marco," he said. "Let's go to my room."
As he ushered me inside his mother took notice. "Oh, Dylan, did you invite your friend over?" Paige tapped her on the shoulder and whispered in her ear. "Oh... honey, I'll get you some water, take him up to your room." He nodded silently and guided me up the stairs and to the bedroom with hockey posters plastered all over the door.
Once we were safely inside he shut the door. I took off my backpack and sat it beside his bed. He sat down next to me and put a comforting hand on my leg. He took a deep breath before starting. "So you told them, huh?"
I whimpered. "It was more of an accident. My dad was asking me a whole bunch of questions like he usually does and I thought it was now or never. It would have happened anyway." I buried my face in my palms. "But what am I going to do now? My father hates more for it! You know how Italians get right?" He stayed quiet, so I guessed he didn't. "Well, you heard the way he was criticizing that waiter on our first date. Italians are sticklers for family. If it's not 'good' for the family, then they don't like it. Being gay isn't on their list of good things. I... I just wish I weren't like this sometimes." I looked up from my hands and saw such concern etched into his features. "But in a way I'm glad... because if I weren't I wouldn't I know you." I offered him a small smile which he gladly took.
He wrapped his arms around my shoulders. "If you want to stay here for a while, that's fine. I'm sure my parents won't mind. They know what it's like." He tilted my chin up and gave me a soft peck on the lips.
There was a knock at the door. "Can I come in?" it was his mother's voice. She had a similar voice to Paige's, but with an older, more knowledgeable flare.
"You can come in," Dylan said. It was nice how we could be in each other's arms like this and not have to worry about his mother's disapproval.
She put a glass of ice water on his nightstand and asked, "How are you feeling, Marco?"
I sighed and leaned back into Dylan's embrace. I thought over my words carefully. I certainly wasn't happy. Well, I was in a way. I finally told them. Like I had said, it would happen one way or another. And... I'm here with Dylan so that's always good. But to be honest, "I feel like crap," which is true. My back hurts and I didn't even do anything to that. My head hurts and I'm a little tired and hungry, but that's from crying.
"Well," she said, "drink some water. When you're feeling a bit better maybe you and Dylan can go out and get something for dinner." I blushed. I felt so comfortable here. I knew my father wouldn't dare intrude on this. If anything, he's glad I'm away from the house. I hope my mother can talk some sense into him. She's usually very good at it.
"Sounds good, mom," Dylan said from behind me. I could feel his chest rumble as he spoke. He has such a beautiful deep voice. The simple thought of it made me smile.
"You know when we have dinner, Dylan. You better get going before four o'clock, okay? How about turkey sandwiches and barley soup? You know where the nearest..."
"Yes, mom. I'll get it. You don't have to worry 'bout it." She gave a small 'hmph' and looked at us with half lidded eyes. She smiled knowingly and left his room, closing the door behind her.
I grinned. "You amaze me, you know that? It's like you know how to take care of everything." I turned around in his hold so I could give him a kiss. But after kissing for a few moments it turned into something completely different. I'd never... made out with anyone before, but it was like I knew exactly what to do. I felt him gently slip his hands up my shirt to stroke my sides. I moaned and moved closer so I could sit on his lap. We broke apart shortly after we realized we couldn't breathe. I ran my tongue over my braces, amazed at the tingling sensation he left behind.
"So you'll definitely stay for dinner right?" he asked, stroking my cheek with the back of his hand.
I shrugged. "Who knows, I may even spend the night. My mom told me I should bring a back pack." I gestured to my bag sitting next to the bed. "Even if they call, I think I'll tell them I'm staying. I mean, how could I spend tonight in that house with my father? He'd be glaring at me all night and then in the morning he'll make gay jokes and... He won't want me to see you." I looked at my lap, trying to avoid his eyes.
"I'm sure something will work out. There's nothing that can keep me away from you. Even if he does try to take you away from me, we still go to the same school. Even after I graduate, I'll still come to visit you and you can come over when ever you like. So listen, don't worry about it. I've got it all covered." He patted my shoulders and I looked back up into those sincere grey eyes.
I blushed. "See, that's what I was trying to tell you! You know exactly what to do for every situation." I grinned. "And that's good because I never know what to do."
"You came here. That was a good decision."
"My mom told me, remember?"
"But you listened." He stood up, but kept me in his arms. I wrapped my legs around his waist to keep myself up. "So would you like to go get food for dinner with me?"
I must have been blushing like crazy. I'd never got this far with him before. Sitting on his bed, holding hands, hugging, making out with him... This was like the best day of my life. Okay, except the raging father bit. If that hadn't happened, then it would... no, forget that. It's still the best day of my life. At least it is so far. I'm hoping things only get better from here.
"Sure. Sounds good."
Author's Notes: This got quite a good welcome from all you readers out there. When I can tell people are enjoying the story, I generally want to write more. So thank you for all the lovely reviews! Keep reading and I'll keep writing! As far as the actual story is involved, I've already got some things planned for it. I spent a day on a college tour for my brother (I'm only a freshman but he's a senior) and was bored out of my mind. I came up with most of this fic then and I got a good idea last night for the next chapter or two. So, who wants me to write a sex scene? Say yay or nay. I've approached a few people online about it and they seem to think it's a good idea. I won't write anything too graphic, nothing above R, really. I may change the rating later. shrug It all depends. Please review and give me your opinion.