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Part 4

In the last three months they had grown to understand each others characters and it helped to draw them closer together. Like all people who shared a common dwelling they had their arguments, but they were soon resolved by the boy who'd make some remark leaving Dylan lying on his back helpless in fits of laughter, with the boy looking on waiting for the man to stop laughing and once again wrap those arms around him.

Dylan's parents had noticed the change in him more so his father. He no longer had time off work like he usually did on a Monday morning, and did his work much more efficiently.

Till weary of the constant questions as to his change in character he finally admitted to his father that he had a tenant sharing his apartment. The fathers face broke into a huge grin thinking that the tenant was a female, and at last his youngest son had found someone he could settle down with.

When Dylan told him it was another male his father's face dropped but he still wasn't too concerned as he hadn't been enlightened to what extent the relationship between his son and the tenant had progressed.

When Mr. Roberts informed his wife after work on a Monday, that the change in her son was down to him acquiring a tenant who happened to be another male, at once she started conceiving ways to invite herself and her husband over for the weekend to see who the person was that had changed her son in so short a time.

Friday afternoon Dylan's father informed him that his mother and he would be coming around on Saturday afternoon about 1 pm., making the excuse that she had photographs of his elder brother's new born son, and that she'd bring them around so that he can choose which ones he wanted so that they could make copies for him to keep.

Reluctantly he agreed and arrived home mumbling under his breath, seeing the look on his face Lucas asked, "What's got you so riled up?"

"My bloody parents, they've invited themselves around tomorrow afternoon to show me photographs of my brother's kid, so I can choose which ones I want, so copies can be made for me to keep. It's a bloody joke what they're really after is to come snooping round here to see who you are."

"Alright, cool down and don't get your knickers in a twist, let them come and I'll just happen to be out for the afternoon."

"Not on your life you're not pissing off and leaving me here to try and answer the questions they're bound to ask about you, you're staying here and if they don't like what they see hard fucking luck."

Lucas smiled, he walked over to the man and wrapped his arms around him and looking up into his face said, "I love it when you're angry, you try to act really mean and hard and swear your head off, but it's all a big put on."

"Yeah that's what you think just watch me if they try to give us any hassle."

"Come on Dylan just forget it and come and grab something to eat and relax, then later you can tell me what your parents like to eat and I'll make sure I'll prepare a meal tomorrow that they won't forget for a long time."

Dylan let himself be led to the kitchen where Lucas served his evening meal while he washed his hands then sat down to eat with the boy.

While he ate he looked across the table at the boy who had totally taken him over and who he relied upon to such an extent, that he just prayed that the boy would never at sometime in the future pack his bags and leave.

By twelve thirty on Saturday Lucas had the food more or less finished and had been left to himself to add the finishing touches. Dylan who had finished all the cleaning and putting away in the kitchen had retired to the sitting room to watch some telly. He'd hardly sat down and got a channel that was of some interest to him when the doorbell chimed.

"Shit," He exclaimed getting up and going to the door, "They're early," he thought, "She just can't wait to get her nose in here and see what's going on."

Opening the door he greeted them, "Hi mum, hi dad, come on in."

He led them into the sitting room offering them seats then calling out. "Lucas my mum and dad are here."

The parents looked at the doorway waiting to see a man much in their sons image instead they saw a slim boy come into the room with a big grin on his face and hand outstretched ready to shake their hands.

"Hello Mr. & Mrs. Roberts, I'm glad to meet you, Dylan has told me a lot about you."

Dylan's parents greeted Lucas, with Mrs. Roberts adding, "You seem to be very young to be living away from home Lucas."

"A lot of people make the same mistake taking me to be a lot younger that what I really am, I'll be seventeen in five months."

They continued to make small talk throwing the odd question at Lucas which if he was hesitant in answering Dylan came to his rescue, till the cause of the visit came into the conversation and the photographs were produced for mainly Dylan's perusal.

They spent half an hour of looking at photographs and making polite remarks about the baby, till Dylan having chosen the photographs he wanted stood and said,

"You must be hungry by now, if you'll excuse us Lucas and I will get the food ready."

"Oh my goodness!" Mrs. Roberts exclaimed, "Have you learnt to cook."

"No mother I haven't, its Lucas who's the cook." And they made their way towards the kitchen.

Before Dylan could exit the room his mother called out, "Dylan can I use your toilet?"

"Yes mum," and he gave her instructions which door it was situated in.

While Dylan and Lucas were in the kitchen Mrs. Roberts made her way to the toilet when she arrived at the door instead of entering she walked down the short passage to the other door and opened it. Inside she saw the bedroom neat and tidy with the double bed made and two sets of bed clothes on each set of pillows.

Hurriedly she shut the door entered the toiled flushed it waited a moment before returning to the sitting room. Once there she quickly made her way over to her husband.

"They both sleep in the same bed." She whispered.

"How do you know?" Mr. Roberts hissed back at his wife.

"Because I looked into the bedroom there's only a double bed and I saw two different sets of night clothes on the pillows."

Mr. Roberts was silent for a moment and was about to speak when their son walked in announcing the lunch was ready and would they like to eat.

They made their way to the table in the kitchen and sat down to a meal that (for all their displeasure at the boy that shared their son's apartment and who'd prepared the food) was past all their expectations.

They sat relaxing at the table after eating till Mrs. Roberts said, "I must compliment you Dylan on the meal it was delicious and also the state of the flat it is spotless."

"Don't compliment me mum, its Lucas who you have to thank, he's the one who cooks and keeps the place spotless, he's the one who's good at everything around the house."

"And is it because he's so good, that he sleeps in your bed."

Dylan was quiet for a moment and held his tongue knowing that it was his mother he had to reply to. He looked over to Lucas who just shrugged his shoulders as if to say it's your problem not mine.

He returned his gaze to his parents, "Mum, first and foremost what the sleeping arrangements in this house are is none of your business, and secondly you could have only found out by entering our bedroom without our permission. In other words mother you're a snoop, so as soon as you can would you like to collect your things together and leave our premises."

"I uh, umm, I'm your mother you can't speak to me like that," turning to her husband, "Tell him George."

"Yes Dylan you can't ask your mother to leave just like that."

"Dad, it's because you're my parents that I'm being polite and asking you to leave if it were anybody else I'd I've thrown them out."

They both rose from the table gathered their belongings and left the apartment without saying a goodbye.

When Dylan returned from seeing his parents to the front door Lucas walked over to him.

"God I'm really sorry that happened Dylan, I didn't think that your parents would react like they did because of me staying here, if you want I'll leave so that you can get back on good terms with them."

"Are you making that an excuse so that you can leave, have you had enough of me already?"

The boy wrapped his arms around the man, "I don't need an excuse to leave Dylan, if I was fed up of staying here I'd have packed my bags thanked you for having me and pissed off. As I said, unless you want to me to leave you're stuck with me I only made the offer so that you can get back with your family again."

The man lowered his head and pecked the boy on the lips, "I don't have to get back with them they have to get back with me and except the way I'm living my life if they can't then so be it."

He dragged the boy over to the sofa and started to unbutton the boy's shirt then his trousers, Lucas smiled saying, "You weren't upset for very long were you?"

I've been upset all bloody day since we got up, in fact I've wanted to get inside your pants for hours I was even of thinking of having a quick one in the kitchen while they were in the sitting room but thought better of it."

"You randy git, I was wondering why you kept on rubbing yourself against me in the kitchen. Okay I'm naked now get your clothes off and let's get these cocks to do a bit of work.

They made love on the sofa as if this was the first time, and at one stage rolled off onto the carpet where they continued with no break in their love making except for a umph from Dylan as he landed on the carpet with the boy on top of him and a slight giggle from the boy then back to the more serious matter at hand.

Dylan rolled the boy over and lay on top of him.

Lucas looked up at the man as he leaned over him, "I suppose I'll have to suggest it if we want our love making to go past the wanking and body rubbing stage, if I wait for you to suggest it it's never going to happen."

"Now what are you going on about."

"You want to play hide the sausage Dylan,"


"You heard."

"Umm, I'm not sure you're kind of small."

"Bollocks, is your dick average or awesome in size."


"Then what's the problem, I've been shitting awesome size turds from God knows what age when I haven't had a crap for a couple of days or more, so I Think I can take your average size dick."

Dylan leaned forward and brought their lips together then parting said, "You say the most romantic things when you want someone to make love to you."

The boy smiled, "Okay Dylan, make love to me please, you know you can do whatever you want with me."

"No, I only do what you want me to."

The boy took the man's face in his hands, "Dylan, please make love to me will you."

He kissed the boy on the lips then proceeded to do as Lucas requested.

That evening while they recovered from their love making watching the television the phone rang. Lucas who was the nearest to it got up and answered it, to hear Dylan's father requesting to speak to his son.

He came back into the room saying, "Dylan, it's your old man on the dog."


"Your dad he's on the phone, you know, dog and bone, phone."

"Why don't you speak English like its supposed to be spoken," Dylan went to the hallway and picked up the phone, he listened to what his father had to say for a good couple of minutes, when he'd finished Dylan replied.

"There's nothing to think about, if that was the way you want it, I'll sell the flat and return your 5,000, and find a job elsewhere," then put the phone down.

Lucas couldn't help but hear Dylan's response to his father as he did it with raised voice, and was really concerned that the situation because of their relationship had come to him falling out withy his parents.

"Dylan I'm really sorry, I think I should leave otherwise the situation could get really bad with your parents, with me gone you can sort of get it together again with them. I won't go too far away and we could get together from time to time."

"No way Lucas, if I give into them now they'll be running my life forever. What's more I don't mind selling the flat, since last year house prices have really soared and I can sell this give my father back his 5K and still have enough to put down on another property, well away from this neighbourhood. And as for a job I could go over to one of the big household manufacturers and get a job with more money. I haven't done so in the past because of my dad, but now there's nothing to hold me back."

"You sure Dylan?"

"As sure as you're standing here. First thing tomorrow morning I put the house on the market then apply for a job."

"Can I apply as well Dylan to one of the supermarkets in case you need the extra money."

He was on the point of saying no then realized the boy wanted so desperately to help, "Okay Lucas, but only for as long as I say so."

"Sure Dylan I'll go straight over to Tescos in the morning while you're at the estate agents."

The sale of the property went better than Dylan expected. His interview with one of the bigger manufacturers of household, kitchen, and bedroom furniture was going well until he couldn't provide any references from his previous employment. But when they heard that he had left his fathers employment because of personal reasons, and that the company was Roberts & Sons, he was employed immediately on a salary much higher than he had been earning with his father.

They found an apartment much bigger than the one they were living in at the moment in the Ilford area that was within there financial resources, and a month later had moved in. Dylan didn't like the idea of Lucas working, not because they didn't need the money, more because he was still a bit unsure about the boy and that he might just find someone else more in his age group. As the supermarket where he worked was well stocked not only with food and household goods, but also with school leavers.

But his fears were unfounded. The boy, when they met after work was like a limpet, he wrapped himself around the man till after about half an hour he was forced to threaten him with sleeping in the spare bedroom which was what the boy was waiting to hear before leaving to prepare the evening meal.

Dylan would follow into the kitchen a few minutes later to lend a hand and also to prepare some of the dishes, because of Lucas's tuition he had become other than a washer up a chef's assistant or so he thought.

So their lives progressed till a couple of weeks before Lucas's birthday a letter arrived on a Saturday morning from the Salvation Armies missing person's bureau.

In the letter it requested the recipient if he was Dylan Crispian Roberts to get in contact with Mrs Lucy Roberts Wife of George Stephen Roberts, with an address given below. If you are not the person concerned then we apologize for any inconvenience caused and please disregard this letter.

When Dylan read the letter after showing it to Lucas he immediately went to the phone. A minute later his mother answered at the other end, after making their greetings he asked her about the letter from the Salvation Army and what the reason behind it was.

"It's your father Dylan, he hasn't been very well this last month and the Doctor says that he should give up working. He wants you to come back to work and run the business your brother Phillip isn't capable of doing so and what's more he isn't interested in doing it."

"I'll have to think about it mum, and will give you my answer later this evening."

He turned to Lucas who'd been sitting nearby listening, "What d'you think Lucas?"

"Nothing to think about, you have to go and talk to them and get things sorted, otherwise if anything serious happened you'll be blaming yourself."

"Okay I'll go, but you're coming as well."

"Bollocks, you're asking for trouble Dylan."

"Either you come with me or I don't go. They have to learn the truth about us, so the sooner the better."

"Bloody Hell Dylan, I don't have any experience with parents never having any from when I was twelve months old, what the Hell am I supposed to say and do?"

He wrapped his arms around the boy and after pecking him on the lips, smiled and said, "I need you with me real bad Lucas. You don't how bad, without you I'm a just drunken slob shagging whatever bit of skirt I can find in the pub just to get my rocks off. You're everything I ever wanted in life someone who understands me who knows me inside out without me having to tell you, and most of all the reason I want you by my side when we go to see my parents is because I Love You, and need you for moral support and also for them to know it."

He looked up into his lover's eyes and smiled, "You're a right fucking softy but I love you Dylan Crispian Roberts, by the way did any of the kids at school know your middle name was Crispian?"


God you're lucky, if they had you'd have had the piss taken out of you something fucking wicked, Okay so what time do we have to leave to meet your parents."

"We've got plenty of time we don't have to leave till about 4.00pm, but I'll give my mum a bell first to let her know we'll be over this evening."

"I just hope your mother doesn't ask us about our sleeping arrangements again."

I don't think she will after the last time, now let's drop the subject, I'm going down to the mini-market to do my lottery numbers for tonight, you coming?"

"Yeah, I like to rile up that dick head behind the counter when I buy my ciggies, he still can't believe that I'm over sixteen."

So for the time being with the imminent meeting with Dylan's parents placed at the back of their minds they went to the mini-market one to do his Lotto numbers in the hope of becoming a millionaire, the other to in no uncertain terms extract the urine from the proprietor when he went to buy his cigarettes.

By 4.00pm they were both showered and dressed, only because Dylan had threatened the boy that he'd kick him out if he didn't change from his track suit into something more presentable.

With much moaning and muttering under his breath the boy complied with the man's wishes, and when he had, was taken into the man's arms and gently squeezed and pecked on the lips Dylan showing the boy his approval of his appearance.

He took the boy by the hand and led him to the front door to make their way to his parent's house when he was stopped by the boy digging his heels into the carpet and tugging on his hand, "Let's have a quickie Dylan my cock is as hard as rock looking at you all dolled up.

"Bloody Hell Lucas," Dylan exclaimed, "You want to ruin everything, we've spent over an hour getting ready and now you want to get your clothes off again just so that you can shoot your load."

"No not really, I'm shit scared of your mother; she's a real hard case."

"Don't worry, you won't be on your own at anytime and if you are left alone with her if she gives you any grief just give a big yell and I'll come running."

"Give us another hug for good luck before we go."

"The man smiled and drew the boy into his arms lowered his head and brought their lips together, after the kiss Dylan looked at the boy.

"Ready to face the music?"

"Music doesn't worry me, it's your mum that does, okay lets do it," and they made their way out together

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