Date: Sun, 16 May 2004 11:46:25 GMT From: Pok Bepxtep Subject: Taken for Granted - 9 TAKEN FOR GRANTED written by Pok Bepxtep E-mail me if you liked the story. I can be found at pok.bepxtep@lycos.nl 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. Greetings Pok Bepxtep ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter 9: Pleasant surprises The next morning, Martin woke up pretty early. It was only about 7 o'clock when he first opened his eyes. Not really in the mood to get up yet, he decided to stay in for an hour more. He didn't expect his little guest to be awake too early, so he could permit himself an extra hour of sleep. Still in a bit of a daze, he turned around on his other side, with his left arm spread wide beside him. But that arm encountered something strange. Surprised, Martin open his eyes and lifted himself up a bit. Next to him, there was the most beautiful sight he'd ever laid eyes on, so early in the morning. Somewhere during the night, his new little friend Liam had sneaked into his bed beside him. That he'd never expected, but he was more than pleasantly surprised. Martin smiled brightly when seeing the boy sleep soundly beside him. Liam was lying on his side, facing the window, just like Martin was now. The man didn't know if the boy would accept it, but he couldn't do anything but snuggle up closely behind Liam and wrapping his arm around him. He held onto the child like a child does to his teddybear. Enjoying this situation, Martin slowly dozed off again. Only a little bit later, he felt some movement underneath his arm. He woke up again, finding Liam who was turning around on his back. The boy's eyes met his and a big welcoming smile appeared on the cutest face he'd ever seen. "Hey," Liam croaked. "Good morning, buddy," Martin greeted back. "How did you end up here, you sneaky little bugger?" "I dunno," the boy grinned sheepishly. "You don't know? Or you don't wanna tell me?" Martin inquired. "I dunno," Liam continued. "Oy, what am I gonna do with you?" Martin sighed. "I dunno," Liam mocked. "Yeah, you told me that, honey. What I do know is that you're not supposed to be here. So, out you go!" Martin said as he started pushing the boy towards the rim of the bed. Not quite catching what was happening at first, the boy started struggling to stay where he was. Knowing he'd never manage to stay on the bed with Martin still shoving him, he turned over and climbed on top of the now defenseless man. Liam sat down on Martin's chest, pressing his knees onto the mans arms. "Hey, no fair!" Martin shouted. "You can't do that!" "Says who?" Liam smirked. "I do!!" Martin answered, struggling a bit to get free. "Ha!! And why would I listen to an old man like you?" "Old? Ho, ho!! Now you've done it." Martin's lower arms were still free and he could bend them far enough to reach the boy's sides. No kid could resist a tickle attack like that! Martin poked the boy's sides, which caused the child to laugh out loud and his pressure on Martin's arms to loosen. This was Martin's chance to revenge. He started rocking his body on the bed, causing the boy to lose his ballance. Martin pushed Liam off his chest, turned sideways and the reached for the boy's armpits, tickling the kid into a frenzy. "Hey, no fair!" Liam squeaked. "You can't do that!" "Haha, that's what you get for calling me old," Martin mocked, continuing his tickling business. Liam tried to struggle free from Martin's attacks, but was unable to. At first, cause Martin's attacks became weaker bit by bit. Liam finally freed himself by pushing Martin's hands off and holding onto them as if they were his most pressious possessions. Holding the hands, he turned back over, pushing Martin on his back and climbing onto him again. "Okay, okay, I get the massage," Martin sighed smiling at Liam, "I AM getting too old for this." "Told ya!!" Liam triumphed. "Yeah, yeah... wise ass," Martin laughed. "So, how did you end up here?" "Oh... I'd gone to the bathroom and didn't really feel like going back to my room. Guess the bed's to big for me, a bit." "Maybe. You sure did it quietly, cause I never noticed." "You don't mind, do you?" Liam wanted to make sure. "No, not at all. Why would I? It's nice to wake up next to you." Liam just smiled at this answer from Martin. He moved down a bit, lying his head down on Martin's shoulder. Martin wrapped his arms around the boy and hugged him closely, caressing his back gently like he'd done the night before. A muffled moan escaped from the boy's throat. Martin tought he could vaguely feel something poking his belly. Not wanting to push things to far, Martin decided to change the subject. "So, you want breakfast?" Liam just smiled and nodded in reply. "Okay, I'll fix us something. You're free to use the bathroom if you wanna freshen up and get dressed." "Nah, I only do that after breakfast, usually," Liam told Martin. "Okay, kiddo. Now, get off of me if you want to be fed." Liam slowly climbed off of Martin and sat on the side of the bed. He sheepishly grinned back at the man, and said: "Good thing I'm hungry, or I'd keep you trapped here all morning." "I bet you would, too!" Martin smiled. Taking Liam by surprised, he pinched the boy's sides, making him giggle almost girlishly. "Don't!" Liam retorted, slapping Martin's arm. "I gotta go pee," he added matter of factly. "Okay, you know where to go," Martin said. The boy got up and headed out to the bathroom. Martin went downstairs to the kitchen and started preparing a light breakfast for Liam and him. He hadn't had to make breakfast for two in a long time. It reminded him of the times William would spend the night with him, during the weekends. William loved having his breakfast on bed, always the same recepy: toast, bit of cheese and two eggs sunny side up. When their relationship got a more intimate character, breakfast was often followed by a lot of cuddling and kissing. It was Liam's silly remark that awoke him from his daydream: "I don't know, but aren't pan cakes supposed to be brownish, and not black." "Wha... Who... Oh, yeah...," Martin stammered. "Well, I thought you'd like them that way." "Errr... Rather not," Liam smiled, as he came standing next to Martin, still wearing his pyjamas. The gel in his hair had dried up and his hair was in quite a mess. Martin thought he looked like a million dollars. "Hihi... Go and sit down, I'll have another one ready in a second," Martin suggested. Liam turned towards the table. Martin followed the boy's moves -that sexy swing of his butt as he shuffled on oversized slippers towards his seat- until he sat down and then continued baking. Half an hour and about 6 pan cakes later, it was about time for Martin to bring Liam home. The boy voluntarily helped cleaning up the table and after that they went upstairs to get dressed. Martin offered Liam a shower, but the boy settled down for a quick splash of water over his face and some tooth paste to brush his little teeth with. When Liam'd finished freshening up, Martin was in his room getting dressed. He was standing in his room with his back towards the door, so he didn't notice sneaking up from behind. Just like Martin had done earlier that morning, Liam pinched Martin's sides, who almost jumped up two feet. Martin turned around and found Liam behind laughing out loud, proud of his little revenge. Of course, while he was unfocused, Martin immediately attacked Liam again. He grabbed him by his hips, lifted him up and then threw him on the bed. Liam landed flat on his back. He immediately pulled his knees up to his chest, cause he knew what Martin was after. This had been a good defense, but Martin took his chances with the boy's little feet, which appeared as tickle sensitive as the rest of his body. Liam tried his very best to break free, but nothing seemed to do the trick. Pretty soon, he begged Martin for his mercy: "Stooop!!!... Hahaha... Please, stop..." "Promise not to sneak up on me again," Martin bargained. "Okay, okay, I promise," the boy panted, now lying on his side. Martin sat beside him and petted the boy's shoulder. "I had a great time, Liam," he sighed. "You're a great kid." "Yeah, it was fun," Liam smiled back. "Can I come back next week?" "I wouldn't want it any other way," Martin agreed. "Now, go and get dressed, so I can get you home in time." "Okay," the boy nodded. Liam climbed of the bed and went to his room, where he swiftly changed into his clothes and packed up his back pack. A little while later they were standing on the porch of the appartment building where Liam lived. Liam digged in his pocket for his key and opened the door. "You're coming in, right?" he invited Martin. "Sure," Martin smiled, and he followed the boy up the stairs and down the hall to Liam's appartment. They went inside and found Liam's mom sitting in the couch reading some magazine. Liam dropped his back pack and flew right into his mother's arms: "Hey, mom," he said. "Hi, honey... You're acting like you haven't seen me in months," she answered while she hugged her son. "So, how did it go?" "Nice, I guess," he said shrugging. "Just nice? Didn't you enjoy yourself, then?" "Well..." the boy sighed as he turned to Martin with a big grin on his face. "It was great!!!" he then shouted. "Really? That's good to hear... What did you do, then?" "What we said we would do... Watch the movie, have pizza... It was fun." "Did you sleep well?" "Yeah... I got to sleep in this big bed, at first, but I had to go pee and I slept with Martin the last two hours." "You slept with Martin?" she asked him, looking at the man a bit suspiciously. Of course, Martin knew perfectly well what that look meant, and hoped this friendship wouldn't be over before it really started. "Liam, let's go to your room, for a while and talk for a while, okay," she said. "Should I leave?" Martin suggested, not feeling at ease with the situation. "No, no, this won't take too long," Angela said. "Do sit down, we'll be right back." "I'll wait then," Martin gave in, hoping they'd be back quickly. Martin only had to wait for like five minutes, but it seemed like a lot more. He was so afraid that Liam's mom would forbid him to take her son out, anymore. His worries were soon to be proved wrong, as he heard a door open and frantic running coming towards the living room. Liam appeared in front of him and jumped onto his lap, almost knocking out the air of Martin. The boy smiled brightly at Martin. "Oy, kiddo, you're practically crushing me, here," Martin puffed. "Hihi... Sorry," Liam smirked. "What's this all about?" Martin inquired, looking at Liam's mom. "Well, Liam and I had a little talk," Angela explained. "He enjoyed himself big time, last night. I don't think I've seen him this happy in a long time." "I know how to please a boy... Stuff them with unhealthy food, let them stay up late so they miss the ending of the movie, rough housing a bit..." "Yeah, he told me all about it," Angela said. "He's taken quite a liking to you." "That's mutual, then. Liam's good company." "Yes, he is. I hope you don't mind me talking about it with him?" "Of course not," Martin lied. He didn't mind, now, cause nothing serious had happened between Liam and him. Something might happen in the futur, tho, and he didn't really want Angela to know. "Your his mom, you've got the right to know." "Indeed," Angela agreed. "But it's also my duty to give him a happy life. He seems happy around you, so I'm gonna allow you to take him out again next week. In fact, if you're willing, you can take him out whenever you want." "Really? That's great!" Martin said enthousiastically, but not wanting to seem to keen, he added: "I mean, thanks, ma'am." "Call me Angela, Martin," the woman smiled. "Well, it's all up to Liam, from now on," Martin said. "Whenever he feels like going some where, he can call me. I can even pick him up from school, if he wants me to." "That'd be nice," Angela said. "It'd be good for him if there's someone with him, when he comes home from school." "I think so, too. We'll arrange something. I gotta go and get some work done, now." "Okay," Angela said. "Thanks for doin' this for Liam." "The pleasure's all mine," Martin smiled. He got up from the seat, with Liam still attached to him. He looked the boy right in the eyes and said: "You better call me soon, Liam." "I will," Liam smiled. "Great!" Martin cheered. "You can let go off me now. It's a bit tough driving with a little imp around my neck," the man teased. "Me a little imp?" the kid retorted. "Ha, you haven't seen the worst of me, yet." "Oh-oh. I'm gonna have to wear armor, then, next time. I gotta go now, Liam." "Okay," the boy said as he finally let go off Martin. "I'll be calling you soon!" "Great. Looking forward to it," Martin smiled. "See you later, Angela." "I'm sure we'll be seeing a lot of you," Angela answered friendlily. "I believe so, too," Martin agreed as he walked towards the door, followed by Liam. The boy opened the door for him and let the man out. "See you again soon, Liam," Martin said, patting the boy's shoulder. "Okay. Bye!!" the boy smiled. "Bye bye!!" Martin smiled back. He turned to the stairs and walked off. When he started descending, he looked into the direction of Liam's appartment, again, seeing the little boy still standing in front of the door. The two waved at each other, and Martin left. This had been the best time he'd had in years, and he knew there was more to come.