I gulped audibly as Myra took a hard, long look at me. The blush encroached upwards, flaming my neck before colouring my face – I think I blushed all over my body at her stare.
"Do we have to, mum? It's not like you've never met him before!" John Paul pleaded to his mother, rolling his eyes at the on-coming examing his mother would enforce on us.
"Yeah, I do! I'm your mum and he's your boyfriend now, it's a right a passage mister, so just sit there and keep quiet!" Myra instructed, her words of power downplayed by the smile that swept her face.
And that's just what happened over the next hour. Myra asked all about my sudden feelings for her son, what my intentions were, how college and the exams were going for me. When she finally let us go, she hugged the both of us before announcing she was heading to bed.
We followed suit pretty soon and as we undressed side by side in John's room, I couldn't help but laugh.
"What's so funny?" he asked as chucked his jeans and t-shirt onto his decks.
"Those baby photos! I mean, you're hot now, but you were such a cutie!" I said, as serious as I could manage. His body blushed and I creased up.
"Oi, you bastard!" He laughed, hitting my shoulder lightly as I pushed my jeans down to the floor. Stepping out of them, I rested them over the back of his chair as he climbed into the bed.
"It'll be a tight squeeze, but I think we can manage."
He patted the mattress and I couldn't help but smile at him, his slight smile, and the depth of blue that are his eyes burning into my own. I felt my head tilting to the side of its own accord as I took in the sight of him and stored it away in my memory.
"What?" he asked, his voice tinged with worry, "Have I got something on my face?"
I shook my head before quietly saying, "You're so beautiful."
He blushed, smiling down at his duvet-covered groin before bashfully smiling up at me.
I joined him in his bed, wrapping my arms around his waist as I rested my head on his chest. I sighed contentedly, enjoying the warmth of his body and the comfort of his bed.
"Tired?" He whispered, kissing the top of my head as I snuggled in, getting closer to him.
"Yeah… it's been a long day."
And so we laid there, me on top of him, my head rising and falling at his breathing. I'd expected myself to fall asleep first, but soon John Paul was breathing evenly, as his arms wrapped around my body, keeping a firm grip on me. I smiled into his chest before sailing away to dreamless sleep.
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We awoke the following morning to the screeching of Michaela as she pounded the bathroom door.
"Tine, get outta that bathroom before I break this door down! I need a shower before Aimes comes over!"
John Paul groaned in my ear, the sound vibrating down my body and, for some reason, resting at my cock, arousing me. I blushed and glanced over my shoulder at him.
"Morning," I stated, leaning in to kiss him chastely. The spark between soon had his facing each other, our tongues fighting for power as our hands made light work of each others boxers.
Our morning excitement reached fever pitch when I took both our dicks in my hand and began to jerk us off. Soon enough, we were reaching crescendo, our breathing at fast paced rate when a knock came at the door followed by the sound of the door hinges creaking as it opened.
Thank God John Paul had sense enough to drag the bed clothes back over our naked flesh or Myra would have caught sight of something that we'd have never lived down.
"Morning boys! Thought I'd bring ye your breakfast in bed, instead of joining that lot downstairs!" Myra explained, placing the tray at the bottom of John Paul's bed.
"Thanks mum," John Paul sheepishly replied, glowing amber as he wished and prayed for to leave so that he could dress… or at least I assumed, since I was doing that at the same time.
"It's no bother son, just wanted to spare your Craig a real family breakfast – he might run a mile!" Myra joked, before leaving the room, closing the door soundly behind her as she left.
I gave a relieved sigh as I retrieved our discarded underwear from the floor and recovered my bits. I hadn't even realised that my arousal had dissipated with John Paul's Mum's entrance.
Passing him his own, I lifted the tray to my lap and passed John Paul his fry and tea after he had dressed. Taking my own, I placed the now vacant tray on the floor by the bed.
"Sorry bout that, I must've forgot to lock the door last night," John Paul said as I cut into my bacon and added some hash browns to the fork before taking a bite.
"Don't worry, it's not like we were doing anything wrong… well, we were, but it feels oh so good!" I nudged his shoulder with mine as I smirked at him.
"Just be glad I grabbed the duvet, otherwise me mum would've caught an eyeful!"
We then tucked into our cooked breakfast in silence.
After each visiting the bathroom and redressing, we parted ways at the doorway. All his sisters (bar Jacqui) were in the living room watching Jeremy Kyle making comments when we descended the stairs.
As soon as Micks had announced our entrance (Shut up, you lot, it's the gay boy and John Paul!) they suddenly silenced.
Leading me to the door, JP glared at them all. As he opened the door, he leaned in close to me.
"Sorry about them, they're just jealous."
"Don't be… it won't be the last time they'll see me leaving the morning after, and it isn't really the first time either, so what can we do?" I smiled, resting my hand on his neck and stroking him just below his jaw with my thumb.
"See you later?" He whispered. I nodded my agreement before swallowing my pride and kissing him gently on corner of his mouth.
"Definitely," I replied, smirking at the shocked expressions on most of his siblings faces (bar Tina) and taking my leave.
Once the door had shut, I could hear the numerous and overlapping questions that his sisters were throwing his way.
Delving into my pocket, I found my phone and quickly searched through my contact list before making a selection.
Pressing the call button, I held the phone to my ear. After the third ring, the call was answered at the other end.
"Hello?"
"Hi, you busy?" I asked, moving swiftly through Leigh road.
"Nope, why?"
"I wanna talk to you."
"You're talking to me now!"
I rolled my eyes, "Face to face, idiot!"
"Oi!"
"Will ya meet me at the fountain?"
"Course!"
"Okay, see you in a bit."
"Wait, Craig, what's this about? Crai…" The other person said, before I laughed and ended the call.
I'd been waiting for some time, soaking up the warmth of the suns rays. My mind kept reeling in the fact that I'd finally spent the night in his arms, finally just rest in peace with his heart humming in my ear.
I sipped at the can of orange that I'd bought from the shop and was savouring its tangy flavour when the recipient of my call earlier finally showed face.
"Ooh, dressed in the same clothes as the night before, Craig? I expected you to turn up in some of lover boy's hoodies!" Darren commented, sitting beside me and ruffling my bed hair.
"We caught back from Chester late and decided to crash at his place. Which is when his family caught us kissing."
"Ah, so the cat's finally out of the bag?" He asked, turning serious as quick as I'd ever seen him.
"In manner of speaking. Which is what I wanted to talk to you about: I wanna tell mum and the rest today, and it'd be nice to have someone on my side in case it all kicks off?"
He contemplated my words (or at least I think he did, he may have been checking out some girl who was walking into the shop) whilst I finished my drink.
"What do you want me to do?" He asked. I smiled at him gratefully before telling him the basics of my plan for that afternoon.
"And you're sure you don't want John Paul by your side?"
I cautiously smiled at him, "If John's there, I know that Jake will come up with some story about him making do these things, making me queer, and I don't want for him to hear any of that."
"If you're sure. I really do think you're blowing this all out of proportion. I mean, Steph will probably love the idea that you've decided to turn gay. Dad won't care as long as your happy. Frankie… well, Frankie loves the theatre," Darren said, attaining an snobbish accent at the final word, "She'll just love the dramatics!"
I laughed at his reasoning, but soon noticed that he had stopped talking.
"I know what you're thinking: Jake. He made such a stink when Johnny came out first, all those sly jokes and innuendos… he's either going to take the piss or get extra-mad and blame everyone before storming off. Am I right?" I asked him.
"In a nutshell. Are you sure you want to do it so… publically?"
"If me and John Paul are ever going to be taken as a proper couple, this has to be done right. And, if it does come to blows, it's best to do it in public so no one can get too angry or whatever. You know my family, we're all about keeping our 'problems' a secret."
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After my depressing announcement, we decided to head home. Mum and Jack were manning the bar when I arrived. Mum asked how the night before went and I just mumbled that it was good before escaping to the sanctuary of my room. Grabbing some fresh clothes, I moved to the bathroom and undressed before jumping in the shower.
As the hot water cleansed my skin, my mind wandered to the night before. Being able to stay the night in John Paul's arms felt incredible, it felt like nothing could hurt me ever again, not now that we were together. I flashed forward to this morning when we were rudely interrupted and my cock soon filled with blood. My hand wrapped around the shaft as I remembered the heat of his mouth on mine as I stoked both of us off.
My current situation was no different and shortly afterwards I had to was the shower door clean with the spray from the nozzle.
Finishing my shower, I brushed my teeth, got dressed and sorted out my hair into a sort of spiked position.
Returning to the bar, I instantly felt the anguish of the situation. Wondering what had happened in the previous thirty minutes, I soon realised. Sitting at the far end of the bar was Spike… and Sarah. Her eyes found mine and she relished in the confusion she must've found there as she finished off her wine and kissed Spike's cheek.
"Thanks for the chat, Spike, I was wondering why I was dumped so suddenly."
"Not a problem, babe. I hate cheaters and liars."
"Oh, me too! And, not to mention, hypocrites!" She smirked in my direction as she flourished on her exit. Spike quickly got up and joined my side.
I shucked off his arm before he could rest it across my shoulders. "You bastard. You just couldn't leave it be, eh? Had to be the centre of attention once more, didn't ya?"
"Well, I just thought it would be best if your family knew the truth, so they could buy more appropriate presents for next week. It is your birthday, yeah?"
He smiled over at my mother, who I finally noticed had panda eyes and a wine glass, filled to the brim with what I could only assume was wine. "See you later Frankie, thanks for the chat!"
He was gone before I could form any words of rebuke. I slowly traced a path to my mum who, on closer examination, was shaking fiercely. From anger or shame, I wondered.
"Mum, I need to talk to you." I said, deciding that it was best to bite the bullet myself, even if my secret had been spilled already.
"Oh, don't worry son, I already know everything." She downed her glass in one, and attempted to place it on the bar counter. Missing, it fell to her feet and shattered into an uncountable number of pieces.
"Mum?" I whispered, tears clogging my throat.
"Just go, Craig. I don't think I can see you. Just leave Craig."
My eyes moistened, I cleared my throat a number of times as I tried to say something to fix the wound that Spike (and, by proxy, Sarah) had created in my mum.
"Don't speak, Craig. I can't even look at you. Just go. I need some time."
I nodded my understanding, finding myself unable to speak. Darren tried to soothe my woes as I made a move to leave, but his words fell on my dead ears. All I could hear now was the ever present buzz of static.
Once outside, I leaned against the rail as bile rumbled in my stomach. Sarah was outside, apparently waiting for me. All I could recognise from her rant was hypocrite, scumbag, and filth. She slapped me across the face before storming away as well as she could on her heels.
I simply watched the water before me ripple as the tears I didn't know were from me ran down my face and shattered the tranquillity of the water.