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Chapter Eight

The car was silent on the way back, neither one of us feeling like talking. It took a while before I would even drive Cole back, part of me wanted to flee and leave Cole with his mom. However, I took her letting me take Cole home alone and watch him tonight as a good sign. If she really was disgusted at me, wouldn't she have snatched Cole way and told me never to come back?

Regardless of anything, I was frightened as hell over the whole situation. At one point I had to pull over to the side of the road so I could vomit. Cole just looked at me with concern but didn't say much. I knew he felt extremely guilty for the whole situation, but I was too freaked out to even reassure him. To be honest I couldn't even look him in the face, it just brought too much pain. How could life go from so grand to terrible as all hell so quickly?

My worst nightmare had come true. When I first met Cole and we became close I resisted anything intimate for this exact reason. I knew eventually we would get sloppy and caught and it just wasn't worth the risk. Sure enough that had happened, but I still took solace in the fact I wasn't in handcuffs quite yet. Maybe Cole's mom wouldn't tell the police or get me in trouble, but even something like discussing it with my parents was enough to fuck up my life pretty hardcore.

I played countless scenarios over and over in my head. First of all, I could just make a run for it. Tell Cole I love him, tell him to tell his mom I'm sorry for everything and just leave. Maybe drive back home, maybe start college somewhere else in the fall. Most importantly hope Cole and his mom kept the situation under wraps, I know Cole would try his best to save me.

Another option was to come clean to my parents. I figured Cole's mom would be talking to them about this for sure, so maybe I should just call up my parents and tell them what happened. It sounded crazy, but if I fessed up and was honest and maybe played it up as a bad choice I made a couple of times they'd be lenient. Maybe Cole's mom wouldn't be so angry then. Unfortunately I knew I could never make that call to fess up, and frankly, why tell my parents if a slim hope existed of all this working out okay?

I could also just wait at Cole's house to see what his mom said. I could also be waiting for a pair of handcuffs to arrive at the door however. Maybe she'd be upset and kick me out but not have the heart to ruin my life. I pretty much accepted I would need to find a place to live, I could no longer even imagine living with the Masons after what happened. There was always the slim possibility she'd let us continue on as normal, maybe without the illegal sexual interaction.

When I thought about it, really it was a good time for Cole's mom to catch us. I was fully clothed, zipped up after Cole sucked me off, and Cole's boner was just popped through his suit. Since I was sucking Cole off, it wasn't like I was some greedy predator just wanting my own satisfaction as I was obviously treating Cole to a blowjob. Okay, maybe that can be self serving to a lot of people as well, including myself, but at least I didn't have my cock shoved up his ass. How would Cole's mom feel if she walked into the two of us buck naked, Cole's ass getting rammed in the missionary position?

Perhaps the way it went down would lead Linda to be more lenient. Cole was a horny kid, she had to realize that. Maybe she'd just thinks I was a typical gay student and Cole seduced me once in a while to give him orgasms. Cole practically had a boyfriend in Chase before he moved here, you couldn't tell me his mom had no clue of what was going on. There was a sliver of light, however small and I was going to cling onto that.

I decided to just try and ride it out and see what happened. Who knows, maybe everything would work out and I wouldn't be sent to jail. At this point most of my worries were with this aspect... would I get turned into the police? A charge like this can ruin the rest of your life, unable to get apartments, jobs, or anything else after you've served your sentence.

Finally, I pulled my car into the driveway and we were back home. The car ride could have been two more hours and I would have still felt the same. My brain seemed to have shut my entire body down, I felt like a walking zombie; the only functioning organ being my brain as it played scenarios over and over again in my head.

Lugging our bags into the house, we dropped them in front of the entryway. Cole turned and looked at me with his sad eyes. I know he felt terrible but he knew he couldn't do anything. He was smart enough to know I was really freaking out now and didn't really want much to do with him.

"You should get to bed, it's late," I said softly, breaking the long silence.

"Okay," Cole said softly. He walked a few steps down the hall before turning to me. "It's going to be okay. I know my mom, she won't tell or anything."

I knew Cole was just trying to reassure me, but that just irritated me. His entire life wasn't on the line, how did he know how his mom would react?

"Get ready," I said gently, knowing Cole meant well. I couldn't be mad at him, this whole situation was my fault to begin with, starting that day at the Club Fair during my first week at school. My fault for being weak and never being able to say no in situations I should have been. My fault for letting Cole and I get so close, only to now be inevitably torn apart. Not only would whatever happen be traumatic for me, it would be for Cole as well.

We each got ready for bed separately, passing in the hall once without saying a word. Normally we would have stayed up a few extra hours, maybe watch a movie and snuggle and eventually have sex. Tonight was a lot different.

I knew I wasn't going to be able to sleep, my brain was still working overtime trying to analyze what was going to happen. Knowing Cole's mom had sleeping pills she took on nights when she was stressed to the point she needed them, I ventured to her room, taking double the recommended dosage.

Walking back into my room and shutting the door, I felt bad for Cole. I wished I could be closer to him, talk with him, hug him, let him know everything would be okay. However, I was just too freaked out about the whole situation I couldn't even really think about Cole. When I thought about him all I could think of was how much I loved being with him and our special relationship together. That is exactly what got me into trouble though, so I couldn't express it now.

At some point the pills overpowered my brain's desire to stay awake and think and I quickly snapped into uncomfortable sleep. Tomorrow was the day that could determine the rest of my life. I was scared shitless at the thought but knew I had to face the music.

Awakening with a jolt, I squinted trying to find the clock. Just after six, fuck. This was going to be one long day. Part of me was hoping to wake back up in the hotel room, ready to go to the wedding after a bad dream. Everything was all too real though, and today was my day of reckoning. Cole's mom should get home in the mid-afternoon and then the course of my life would likely change forever.

What had to be going through his mom's mind? I mean, you have to know thirteen year olds are sexual beings, even if parents don't want to look into their past and admit it. Are most as sexual as Cole? Well, of course not, but its not like Cole was a freak of nature. He was turned on at an early age and once you flip that switch, its on baby.

Really what mattered was the age difference because I knew Cole's mom was relatively progressive and seemed more in tune with reality than some parents. However, no sane parent would encourage their child to mess around with a college kid. While a good amount of parents would be okay with same-age sex play and exploration, it would be hard to find one that would approve of their kid getting sexually intimate with someone two years older than them, let alone six.

Would our relationship help us or hurt us? Cole and I had a special bond and loved each other more than anything in the world. It wasn't just about sex, that was just the way we expressed ourselves sometimes. We were so much more than that, I felt like Cole was a part of me and empty if I wasn't with him. We were soul mates.

Should Cole and I reveal this relationship, and if so, how would Linda react? Would it help her to understand the situation? Cole and I had fallen in love and were special to one another. Would she be able to see it as the beautiful relationship it was, or would she reduce it simply to a matter of age? That no college student should be in love or involved with a middle schooler in any way, regardless of whether or not you think you're in love? I know many would try to tell us Cole was immature and didn't understand what really this all meant, but we both knew better.

Frankly put, I had no idea how this was going to go down today. I was scared shitless, but I could only hope for the best.

I remained in bed for a couple more hours; my head still spinning. I had heard Cole rustling down the hall in his room but didn't go down there to snuggle with him like normal. I still didn't know if I could look him in the eye, just the thought of his face reminded me of all the trouble I had gotten myself into.

Finally, I stumbled out of bed, looking down the hall to Cole, eyes wide awake laying in bed, the covers pulled up to his face.

"Hi," he said gently.

"Good morning," I said, still feeling awkward. "I'll make breakfast."

"Cool," Cole said with a small smile.

I made us a simple breakfast: cereal, toast, and sliced fruit. I don't think either one of us was hungry but we ate it anyway, knowing we should.

After breakfast I cleaned up the kitchen and thought about what I would do for the rest of the day until Cole's mom came home. Mostly I just wanted to skip out of the house and be by myself for a while, but that wouldn't be fair to Cole. I suggested we go to the driving range and hit some golf balls and he readily agreed. He was still very quiet, obviously concerned for me and what was coming up this afternoon. The driving range would be a good way to let some aggression out.

I got us each an extra large bucket of balls and rented a full set of clubs for each of us. Hardly anyone was at the range so we took two stalls right next to each other. Now I didn't mind so much being with Cole per se, I just still couldn't look at him or communicate with him much. It was still way too weird, but I loved the little booger with all my heart and was happy we were at least together even though I felt very awkward.

Everyone seemed to be staring at Cole and I now. Deep down I knew I was being paranoid, but it seemed like everyone was looking and pointing, as if to say "hey look there at that sick pervert and his victim." Every time someone looked at me it was as if they were judging me but I knew that wasn't the case.

After hitting that many balls, both Cole and I were sore and tired. We stopped at Wendy's on the way back to get something to eat. It was after noon and his mom would be home anytime between two to four.

I got a Spicy Chicken meal even though I wasn't hungry. Both Cole and I picked at our food and didn't each much but we were able to talk a little bit.

"What do you think your mom will do?" I asked Cole, gazing off into the distance.

"I don't know, but she won't tell anyone," Cole said softly. "She cares about me and you too much to do that."

"Who knows if she cares about me now," I said. "I went from being the good role model to a resident predator."

"No," Cole said, shaking his head strongly. "I know my mom, she knows you are a good guy. Even if that was true she cares about me too much to tell anyone about it. She likes to solve her own problems and take things head on, that's the only way she's raising me as a single mom."

"I hope so," I said, sighing. "I'm just so scared."

"I know," Cole said. "I'm scared too but I know you have a lot more on the line."


"I love you Jason."

Why did that feel weird to hear? Almost like I felt guilty that he said that to me.

"I love you too Cole," I said, telling the truth. That's all I could do.

After lunch we returned home and sat in the house. It felt like a prison. The television was on but I wasn't paying any attention to it and nor was Cole. I just kept reminding myself to hope for the best and the fact she allowed us to return home alone last night was a good sign. No matter how I tried to convince myself, I still feared seeing her come to the door with a couple of police officers.

What seemed like a millennium passed before we heard the garage door open. Cole and I both quickly looked at each other and my heart began beating what seemed like a million times per second. Blood rushed throughout my body and I could feel my core temperature rise. Part of me just wanted to bolt out the backyard, hop the fence, and never come back.

I was frozen on the couch, scared shitless. Cole was on the recliner and not moving a bit either. Normally he'd run to his mom for a hug, but this was no ordinary welcome home. Cole's mom rounded the corner, her travel bag in hand.

"Hey guys," she said, somewhat more serious than usual.

"Hey," Cole said, hardly blinking. I couldn't get words out of my mouth. I just wanted to die right then and there.

We all just kind of looked at each other awkwardly.

"Well, we should probably just get this over with," Cole's mom said, setting her bag down gently and walking into the family room. Cole sat down on the far side of the couch with me, while his mom sat down in the recliner.

"I'm sorry," I managed to blurt, tears welling in my eyes. What else could I say?

"I know," Cole's mom said. "Look..."

She trailed off, not knowing quite how to start.

"It's my fault mom," Cole said. "Jason didn't do anything wrong."

"It's not your fault, Cole," Linda said, looking at her son. "And it's not your fault either Jason," she said, looking at me.

Both Cole and I looked at each other, confused. I was starting to calm down a little bit but was still in freak out mode.

"Look," she said, thinking hard about her words. "I can't blame you for what you did. You two obviously have a connection with each other, and I guess I always suspected you might express it in this way.

"I mean, do I like the thought of my thirteen year old baby doing these sorts of things with a college kid? Heck no, it really freaked me out. I'm not going to lie."

I bowed my head.

"When I went back to the reception people could tell something was wrong. I mean, as a parent this was very concerning. Surely you can see that Jason?"

"Yes," I said, not looking at her.

"But at the same time, I thought, `who am I to judge?' I mean... look, Cole, I knew you liked boys honey."

Cole looked freaked out. "You did?" he said softly.

"Well, let's say I greatly suspected it. I knew you and Chase were experimenting sexually... a lot, but that is part of growing up. But you guys, I mean..."

Linda laughed nervously.

"Well, let's just say you weren't too discreet with Chase. A shut door doesn't block all sound. And one time I was working in the garden and you two were in your room. I looked in your window to see if you were in your room because your blinds were open, and, well, saw you having... uh, you know, boy sex."

Cole was horrified. "You saw us?"

"Yeah, honey. And I saw you kissing a lot when you thought I wasn't looking. But I wasn't going to step in between you because that would've done more harm than good. And lots of kids experiment when they are young, doesn't mean you are gay, but when you go as far as you were, it's a pretty good shot.

"And then when we are out in public I often catching you checking out your male peers and never hear you talk about girls."

"So, I'm not stupid and put the pieces together. You were always so sweet and sensitive too. But I just wanted you to be yourself and not be afraid to express that. I love you for being yourself, not what you think I want you to be."

A tear ran down Cole's face. It meant a lot to him that his mom was okay with him being gay.

"So even before Jason was here I had accepted that about you. And for a while I thought Jason was just doing the program and being with you because he signed up for it. But I could tell you two really got along, but I didn't really suspect anything. Once he started coming over every day though, the thought was in the back of my mind. But Cole, I've never seen you so happy after Dad died. And I got to know you Jason, and you are a really great guy.

"Thanks," I said, making eye contact.

"So even before I asked you to move in I suspected it. I just put it at the back of my mind, because regardless I knew Cole was happy. If something was wrong or he was being forced I would know. And then this summer, at night, sometimes I heard noises. Nothing major but hard to ignore considering I was supposed to be asleep and so were you. And then stains on the sheets. I know Cole is growing up but I don't think he could make those quite yet, but I would always tell myself maybe."

"Now, does the age thing freak me out? Yeah, I don't want to lie. It's hard to accept my thirteen year old being sexual with someone full grown..."

"It's not just sexual mom," Cole said. "I love Jason and he loves me."

"I know baby," Linda smiled, "but you are thirteen. You are still a kid and I am supposed to look out for you."

Maybe this was the part where she told me she wouldn't tell anyone but to move out and stop seeing Cole.

"But then I would be a hypocrite, because your father and I... your father was 18 when we met and I was 14. He was senior in high school and I was a freshman. Now you guys are 19 and 13, so it's a little different but still close. I fell in love with your father right away. Our parents tried to tear us apart and my parents were convinced your dad was a pervert for loving me. But our relationship transcended age. And I would just feel wrong to break you two apart after all I went through. A couple of times I thought about killing myself because of the mean and hateful things my parents were doing to your father and I."

"Wow," Cole said, obviously trying to absorb all this new information.

"So, does it freak me out to think of you and Jason in an intimate, sexual relationship? You betcha. It makes me uncomfortable. But at the same time, how can I stop you knowing what I know? Look, I just want to make sure this is what you both want. Cole is this what you really want?"

"Yeah mom," Cole said sincerely. "More than anything, I love Jason and always will."

"Okay," Linda smiled. "I know you and can tell you are sincere. What about you Jason?"

"Yeah," I said, feeling slightly more comfortable. "I mean, did I want to fall in love with a middle schooler? No. When I first started feeling things for Cole I was freaking out and trying to avoid them. It was really hard for me to accept the way I felt, believe me. I was a mess, freaking out. But I just couldn't avoid the way I felt and eventually gave in. And I cried at times, wondering what I was doing, thinking of how you would react if you knew. You are such a cute family and I felt like I was ruining it."

"Don't feel that way," Linda assured me.

"Well, thank you," I said sincerely.

"So," Linda continued, "Am I going to suddenly be perfectly okay with it? No. It's still weird and probably will be for a while. But I just feel, after all I went through, I deserve to let you guys be yourselves."

"And its not that you are corrupting Cole, he has been pretty sexual since about the age of ten or so. So it's not like you are taking his innocence away or something."

"No," Cole smiled. "I was the one that seduced him."

I laughed and nodded. Did he ever.

"I do want to make sure of a few things though," Linda said. "First is that you always be safe. Never do anything risky or put yourselves in a bad situation. I would hope you guys only express yourself here at the house or somewhere just as private."

"Like the hotel," Cole blurted.

"With the door locked," Linda added. "And secondly, you can't tell anyone. Even though I am trying to be okay with it, most people aren't. And it puts us all in danger, especially you Jason, if word were to get out."

I nodded in agreement.

"So don't be kissing in public or anything. Just be discreet about it. You guys did a pretty good job of that, I just heard the noises but that is because I live in this house... never caught you kissing or anything, although you did seem to snuggle way too much."

Cole and I smiled at each other.

"Thanks Mom," he said looking very relieved. I felt like the weight of the world had been lifted off my shoulders.

Meanwhile I was still trying to comprehend what just went down. Linda was okay with this? Well, it did make her feel weird, understandably, but how lucky was I she had the experience she did? This was beyond my wildest imagination. I thought Cole and I were going to be broken up for sure, but Linda just basically gave us a cautionary green light on our relationship.

"So I can still stay here?" I blurted, wanting to make sure.

"Of course, Jason," Linda said, smiling. She stood up to give me a hug and I embraced her.

"Thank you so much," I said, on the verge of crying.

"I love you like a son," she said. "And I know you don't have a mean bone in you and that you care about Cole as much as I do."

"I do," I assured her.

Cole came over and gave his mom a big hug as well.

"Thanks for understanding," Cole said softly.

"I love you so much," Linda said, giving her son another huge hug. "So who wants to help me unpack the car?"

Cole and I both laughed nervously and looked at each other.

Did we really just get away with it?

End of Chapter Eight

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