Date: Wed, 29 Sep 2004 04:13:40 -0700 From: Pok Bepxtep Subject: Taken for granted, chapter 10 TAKEN FOR GRANTED written by Pok Bepxtep E-mail me if you liked the story. I can be found at pok_bepxtep@fastmail.fm (new adress) In the first 7 chapters, I had a disclaimer mentionning sexual contact between an adult man and a boy. I'm still doubting if it'll actually lead to that. If it does, there won't be any explicit details, that's not the kind of story I want to be linked with. There's enough of those in this archive for you to read. I know it's been a while since I've posted something of this story here. I've been quite busy with other hobbies and obligations that I didn't really have the time or inspiration left to continue the story. But I'm pretty sure there are still some of you remembering me, and I don't want to let those people down. So, here's chapter 10! Greetings Pok Bepxtep ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter 10: The Master Plan, Fase 1 For both Liam and Martin, the rest of that Saturday passed relaxedly. Liam spent the afternoon reading, doing a bit of homework and watching his favourite toons and sidcoms. Martin managed to do the work he'd planned to do. It was only until the time they got into their respective beds, they started thinking about the wonderful time they'd spent together, the evening before. The next morning, Liam woke up later than usual for a Sunday morning. From the first minute he opened his eyes, he once again began thinking about that Friday night. It wasn't so much the things that'd happened, he pondered about, but the feelings he'd had when they did. Overall, he concluded, he'd never felt so good as when he was sitting or lying close to Martin. Some things worried him a bit, though, maybe even unnecessarily. What he thought to be the most special of everything, was how good it felt when Martin had touched him. From that teasing pat on his buns near the pool to the tenderly caressing of his back, everything had felt so... so... right. It had been years since someone besides his mom had made him feel like that. The thing that worried the boy was that Martin always interrupted his touching when the good feelings started to take over on that one tiny part of his young body. There are two possible reasons why Martin would not continue, Liam thought. The first Liam could come up with was that Martin must have been afraid of going to far, or that he would go too far if he did continue. But Liam didn't believe one bit that Martin would ever do anything wrong to him. Even the fact that Martin did not go on proved that that wasn't even remotely possible. The other possibility was that Liam had done something wrong by feeling a bit... special when Martin touched him the way he did. Martin didn't seem to be angry or anything, though. It was Martin who'd always started the touching, in the first place. But of course, it might as well be that Marting didn't want to give Liam a bad feeling on this first evening together. Liam thought about this quite a lot that Sunday morning. He was really curious about whgat made Martin stop doing what he was doing. Especially cause what he did do felt so nice toi Liam. Deep inside of him, the boy wanted even for Martin to continue. It's as the saying goes: 'Curiosity killed the cat.' There was only one way to find out what the reason for Martin's hesitations was. Of course, asking him directly wasn't an option. That would risk a still florishing friendship to end before it'd actually started. Therefor, Liam would have to trick Martin into revealing his reasons for his actions. He didn't quite know how, but Liam was pretty sure to there'd be soon a good moment to give it a go. Patience not being something young boys master, Liam didn't want to put off that moment for too long. They had more or less arranged to get together again the next Friday. That was still five days away from this morning. Five days too many, Liam said to himself. He wanted to know why Martin acted so distantly. Not wanting to wast any more precious time, Liam jumped out off bed and went straight to the living room where he sat down next to the phone. He picked up the receiver and dialled Martin's number. Fidgetting with the wire, he waited for Martin to answer. But all he got was this: "Hello, this is Martin Grey speaking. I'm not home..." "God darned,' the boy cussed silently. Anxiously he awaited the beep after Martin's away message and stammered: "Hey, errr... It's me... You know, Liam... I was wondering if errr... Maybe we could errr... Can we do something this afternoon? You don't have to if you don't want to, ey... But you... well, errr... You said you'd like to. call me back soon, Martin, please!! Bye!!" And with a bang he hung up the pjone as if he'd just made the most important call in his life. The rest of that morning, Liam was dead nervous, hoping Martin would soon call him back. He tried everything to keep his mind of the whole thing, but was unable to. When, little past lunch time, the phone rang, he practically beemed himself over to the couch in the living room. He picked up the phone, almost dropping it on the floor, and answered in the most expectant voice: "Hello?" "Hello, there, my friend," Martin's voice said reassuringly. "Hi!!" the boy chimed, barely unable to speak. "You couldn't wait till next Friday, ey, kiddo," Martin inquired. "No," Liam confirmed. "You don't mind, do you?" "Of course not! Why would i?" And after a few seconds of complete silence: "To be honest, I didn't want to wait that long, either. I started missing my little buddy, already." "Really?" Liam asked in disbelief. No one had ever said anything like that to him before. "Really!" Martin admitted. "You're good company to be with. What would you like to do, today?" "Dunno..." Liam said, already thinking of a way to find out if Martin could be tempted into touching him again, so he could find out why he'd stopped the other day. "Maybe we could watch the rest of that movie," the boy proposed. "Not a bad idea, there, but that won't keep us busy for the whole afternoon. Anything else you fancy?" "I don't know... I don't really mind what we're doing, as long as we're doing something. I'm bored of staying inside all the time." "We'll find us something to do, then," Martin said. "I'll pick you up around one, okay?" "Cool, I'll be ready!" Liam cheered. "I'm sure you will, kiddo. Seeya!!" "Bye!" And with that phone call, the first part of Liam's plan was completed.