Saviours and Lovers – Chapter 5
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The five lads were packing up to leave for home as it was their last day in Wales. Bryn paused to look at a text that he had just received on his mobile phone. It said, "Been called back to London! Panic at the studios! See you there...BTW, could you bring my stuff back when you come. Thnx. x."
Bryn showed the message from Mitch to his brother.
"Bloody cheek!" Mason said with a disdainful look, "If I were you, I'd cut one leg off all his trousers!"
"Don't be too hard on him!" Bryn replied, "After all, as I said before, we were having a laugh! It wasn't as if we were a 'committed' couple; and I did join in with them...I could have said no!"
Jackson overheard the conversation between the brothers, "I bet you wish you had now; after Mitch 'copped off' with Rhod!"
"It's no big deal!" Bryn was still trying to convince the others; and himself, that Mitch meant little to him, "I don't expect anything will come of Mitch and Rhod; with one being in London and the other in Wales! More than likely, it's just a one night stand!"
Mason looked at his brother steadily, "That's as may be, but I think he could at least have apologised for what happened."
"Just forget it...I have!" Bryn said, but Mason was still convinced that his brother was hurt, deep down.
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On arrival back from Wales at their apartment in Leeds, Aaron and Jackson paused inside the front door to pick up the post which was lying on the doormat.
"Looks like our invitation to Gwyneth and Aiden's wedding has arrived," said Jackson, holding an envelope up to show his husband.
"Are they holding the reception at Penny and Tony's?" asked Aaron.
"Yeah, I expect they're having a marquee again; like they did for their silver wedding."
"I still can't believe what happened with Bryn and Mitch!" Aaron changed the subject, "Fancy getting involved in a threesome...dirty bastards!"
"Don't say that; when you've been around people as long as I have, you learn a few things over the years."
"Like what; oh wise one?"
"Like: it's never a good idea to mix water with electricity!" Jackson had a sarcastic look on his face.
"Cut it out!" Aaron tutted and rolled his eyes skywards, "What do you mean when you say you learn things about people?"
"Well," Jackson decided he had better not goad his husband any further, as much as he loved to tease him, "It takes all sorts, that's what I mean. You and me; we'd never dream of jumping into bed with someone else, even together, yet some people are into orgies!"
"Yuk!" Aaron wrinkled up his nose.
"So, you don't fancy some with me and porny Pierre then?" Jackson had a mischievous look that told Aaron he was not serious.
"You'd better not try it! Or him, for that matter! I don't think he'd be able to take many photographs with two black eyes!" Aaron wore a stern expression.
"That's the trouble with you Dingles...you think violence solves everything!"
"I'm not a Dingle; I'm a Livesy-Walsh!" Aaron protested.
"Well, that's alright then!" Jackson had a smirk on his face and, for once, Aaron knew when his husband was winding him up!
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A few days later, Brett and Mason were cuddled up together on the settee at home, watching a DVD and munching some of Brett's home-made cakes with their tea, when there was a knock at the door, late in the evening.
"I wonder who that is," Mason said as he rose from his comfortable position next to his husband and went to answer the door. He was surprised to see Bryn standing on the doorstep.
"Hi bro!" Bryn looked upset, "Can I come in?"
"Yeah, of course!" Mason hugged his brother and showed him into the living room. He noticed that his older sibling had a rather large holdall with him.
"Sorry to drop in unannounced," Bryn said as he entered the room, "Oh, Hi Brett!" he greeted Mason's other half.
"Hi Bryn; everything OK?"
Bryn sat down on the settee next to Brett, "No, not really. It's Mitch, we had a bit of a falling out! I moved back into the other bedroom, but he still wanted me to share his bed, like before. He couldn't see any problem with what happened in Wales!"
"But," Mason sat in a chair opposite, "I thought you were OK with it?"
"So did I!" Bryn explained, "But, I guess, if I'm honest, I wanted more! I think I was falling for Mitch without realising it, but it's obvious he doesn't feel the same. It really was just a bit of fun to him! He told me that the first time he slept with a guy was in a threesome with another bloke and a girl. He doesn't want commitment; he just wants to jump into bed with anyone who takes his fancy!"
"Oh, bro! I'm sorry!" Mason looked really upset, "So, have you moved out of the flat?"
"Well, I'll have to go back to serve my notice at the studio. But I just needed to get away for a day or two!"
"So, have you chucked your job in?" Brett looked surprised.
"Yeah! I've had enough of London!" Bryn answered, "I'll have to try to find a job back up here again. Any chance you could put me up tonight?"
"Of course! I can't see my big brother on the streets!" Mason smiled.
"Have you eaten?" Brett asked, "I can soon rustle something up!"
"You're very kind...both of you! But, if it's all the same to you, I think I'll turn in! I'm whacked!" Bryn stifled a yawn.
"I'll show you to your room," Mason led the way.
"Thanks... I really envy you guys; it would have been nice if Mitch had...well, you know!"
"Yeah, we know!" Mason looked at his brother with a mixture of love and sympathy.
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After a good night's sleep, Bryn said goodbye to Brett and Mason and called in to see his parents, who were overjoyed to see him unexpectedly. He told them all about his falling-out with Mitch and resigning from his job in London.
"Actually," Tony looked at his son fondly, "If you want to come back and live at home, there's a technician leaving in a couple of weeks and we're having trouble in finding someone skilled to replace him. You could do the job blindfold! You'd have to apply, of course, but I could put in a good word for you at the studio!"
"Thanks," Bryn looked unsure of himself, "but; and I don't want you to take this the wrong way, but I've got used to a bit of independence now! I don't really want to go back to living with mummy and daddy...no offence!"
"We understand, sweetheart!" Penny smiled.
"Wait a minute!" Tony had a bright idea, "The annexe is vacant! It's still in good condition; it's not that long ago that Jackson did it up for the TV programme! You could still have your independence there...your Nan was always happy there by herself. What do you think?"
Bryn loved the idea and he jumped up to embrace his parents, "You guys are the best! Do you know that? You accepted it right away when I said I might be gay; and you've always supported Mason and Gwyneth."
"You're our children and we love you!" Penny looked misty-eyed, "You're fine young people, all of you; and we're so proud of you!"
"Anyway," Tony was fighting the urge to cry himself from the emotion of the moment, "You'll need to be here next week for Gwyneth and Aiden's wedding! You could give the annexe a trial run."
Bryn was so happy. Not only did it look like he would have a job back in Yorkshire, he also had his own space to live in! London; and Mitch; were history!
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The music was playing in the marquee for Gwyneth and Aiden's reception. The guests had all eaten the wedding breakfast and Aiden had made his groom's speech; and Brett had also managed to get through his best man's speech without stammering once!
Because he was a long-standing friend of Aiden's parents, George Frost had been invited along with his lady friend; Gloria. She was much younger than George and was 'dressed up to the nines', with dyed blonde hair and heavy make-up. Her ample bosoms were squeezed into a tight red dress; she obviously liked to put her 'assets' on display!
As the guests mingled at the reception, George and Gloria gravitated towards Brett and Mason. He was as nice as pie towards the couple, which made Brett suspicious of his motives.
"The business is doing really well," George said, "We've taken over the printing of your mum's magazine now. I was wondering, son, if you'd like to invest in the family business? I'd like to think that you could buy some shares and make some money for yourself!"
"How much would I need to invest?" Brett played along.
"Whatever you want!" George could see his chance to make some money, "How does ten grand sound?"
Sylvia, Hazel, Jackson and Aaron could all see that George was 'crowding' Brett and Mason and decided to intervene. As they approached, they could hear Brett saying to his father, "I'd have to get my chequebook; it's back at home."
"Chequebook?" Sylvia butted in, "Why do you need that?"
"Dad wants me to invest in his business!" Brett smiled.
"You need to go through a solicitor," Jackson interjected, "put everything on a legal footing!"
"What's this got to do with you?" George looked at Jackson; his painted smile quickly disappeared!
"Don't you talk to my son like that!" Hazel snarled.
"It's nothing to do with you either!" George sniped back.
"That's no way to talk to my best friend," Sylvia defended Hazel, "We all know why you want the money up front and not put it through the books; you just want to keep your fancy woman in the style to which she's become accustomed! Fred told me how she's fleecing you!"
"Well, really!" Gloria huffed and swept her bleached locks back.
"Rubbish!" George knew he had been cornered and looked at Sylvia, "I just wanted our son to benefit from our business doing well, that's all!"
"You know what?" Brett stood up to his father once again, "If you had asked me for the money, I'd probably have given it to you! But, to go about it in such an underhand way...that's low! I think you'd better leave now; the party's over for you!"
George and Gloria knew when they were beaten, but George could not resist a parting shot as he left, "I didn't want anything from a bunch of faggots anyway!" he snarled.
Aaron, who had remained quiet so far, raised his fist, but Jackson quickly caught his arm and held it by his side.
They all watched as George exited the marquee with his tail between his legs, accompanied by his 'gold-digger'!
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Aaron and Jackson were exhausted after a long day and they climbed into bed back at their apartment.
"Lovely wedding wasn't it?" Jackson looked wistful.
Aaron snuggled up to his husband, "Yeah, if you like that sort of thing!"
Jackson looked into Aaron's gorgeous blue eyes; they always made his heart skip a beat; every time! "I was very proud of you today, you know!"
"Why?" Aaron looked genuinely puzzled.
"Because you didn't punch George! For a moment there, I thought there was going to be a brawl!"
"He deserves a right slap! Anyway, it's not a good wedding without a good punch-up!" Aaron chuckled.
"You can joke all you want, but I'm still proud of you!"
"Do I deserve a kiss then?" Aaron had a cheeky smile on his face that Jackson could easily die for. He moved forward and they kissed passionately; still with a desire and a hunger for one and other and still crazy about each other.
"I love you, Mr Livesy-Walsh!" Jackson cupped his hand around the back of Aaron's head.
"I love you too, Mr Livesy-Walsh!" Aaron had never been more sincere about anything in his entire life.
Their next kiss sparked their passion. As tired as they were; they always found the energy to make love to each other. They had both found heaven in the other's arms.