Chapter 3

"Practice over," Wes banged the gavel he was oh so fond of and the Warblers dispearced, few lingering to hang in the choir room. Wes shed his blazer in his room and rolled his sleeves up and untucked his shirt, shed the tie and undid the three top buttons. Opening the window he stood on the ledge and climbed on the branch he had used so many times to escape the building before. Wedging a shoe under the window so it didn't close he climbed down the branches as if they were stairs, before heading past the treeline at the edge of the gardens.

It was private land owned by the school, but nobody really used it, which made it perfect for when Wes needed to sneak off.

About half a mile into the forest was a small lake fed by a stream. Wes kicked off his shoes and socks, leaving them in their designated place and rolled his trousers up to his knees. Padding along the soft grass he perched on the rocks in the sun where he ran his hand through the short black hair of his boyfriend.

"You took your time," his voice was soft.

"The window jammed a little," his replied.

"Yeah, it did when I escaped." He smirked. "I still can't believe they think we have girlfriends."

"Me either." Wes leaned forward and presses a kiss to his lips. He savoured these moments alone with David, because they couldn't be public, through fear of it reaching their parents. David's parents would be OK, his uncle was gay, but Wes, they had ways to find things out. He didn't know what they had against it, but he hadn't seen his aunt since he was 12. "Did you bring the bag, I couldn't find it."

"Yeah, it's by the tree."

"OK, how about we swim?"

"Sounds like a plan."

Shedding the school clothes they floated on the surface, fingers intwinded, in their boxers. Getting bored they stood in the waistdeep water, in eachothers arms. "What're we gonna do? We're staying at my parents over easter?" Wes told him, David was like a second son to them.

"What we do now, just have to be extra careful."

Wes turned away from David who was asleep, tears forming at the corners of his eyes, he hated how everything had gone wrong that holiday.

His parents were going out tonight, it was their annerversary and Amber his little sister was staying at their grans. He and David had only kissed goodnight when his parents were deffinatly asleep, but tonight, they had all the time they wanted. His parents would be gone all night and pouring themselves into bed around dawn. His parents car pulled off the driveway and they wasted no time.

David pressed Wes against the wall, hands roaming everywhere they could reach, Wes pushed off the wall with so much force, never parting lips they fell over the back of the sofa, Wes straddling his boyfriend, his hands roaming under his shirt. Hips grinding, David pulled Wes' shirt up, over his head. Niether hearing the key in the door:

"Boys, it's just me, forgot my wal- what the hell!"

"Shit," Wes cursed.

"Busted," David muttered.

After that, they had been forced to move out of the same dorm and hardly saw eachother. Wes sometimes climbed out of his window to go to the lake, but, it wasn't the same without David. His parents signed him up for the Dalton mixers with the sister school in a desperate attempt to turn him straight. They hadn't been thrilled about this trip, but the priority of the Warblers won.