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The Angel of Pie Jesu.
By John T. S. Teller.
Part 69.
Book two: Journey of the Coin.
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Noah Bloody Hughes.
I can't stop giggling as I watch Aleric eat his breakfast. He keeps looking at me and grinning between mouthfuls of the eggs and bacon and toast and German sausages Mrs Hahn has made for us all. She's a brilliant mam. She's not nosey and does everything without asking us. After me and David had got up and showered and we walked into the kitchen, she just smiled at us and told us to sit down with the others. Everybody is busy, but everybody is made to sit down and have breakfast. I can't tell most of what they're saying, but it's all sort of familiar stuff and everybody knows what to do. Gareth is the odd one out. He's drinking coffee he made himself, and most of the time he ignores everybody. He was nice to us when we got up. He grinned at us, and when we were made to sit down, while he was talking on his mobile phone in a foreign language that wasn't English or German or Welsh, he walked behind us and slapped us both on the back of the head. That was his way of saying `Good Morning'. He's a real looker, and you couldn't meet a nicer person, but he doesn't rock my boat like my David does. Mind you, if I hadn't got David then I wouldn't turn my nose up if he wanted to shag me.
When we've eaten, Aleric points a finger at me and David. Then he points to his watch. "Ve go shapelle at ten. You stay!"
I look at David, and then Gareth says, "Better do as you're told lads. He's holding a bloody service there before we go back. He's the new Vicar of LLantwit Major."
I don't think Aleric has understood what Gareth has said, but he knows he was being sarcastic, and with his eyes narrowed and furrows in his forehead, he points a finger at him and says something in rapid German. Gareth grins and holds up his hands in a defensive mode. Most of the others laugh.
Gareth winks at us. "The service will be in German. Just go with the flow. It's what I do. It saves a lot of arguments."
Then, at about twenty past nine, Aleric and Gottwin go out of the house and are away about ten minutes. When they come back, Gottwin stays with us, but Aleric goes off upstairs.
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At a quarter to ten, everybody except Aleric leaves the house and we all stroll down to the chapel. Gareth is with me and David, who is dressed in his choir suit minus the dickie bow. Gareth is dressed up to the nines in a fantastic three piece suit that reflects the light in lots of shades of silver, and he's wearing a white shirt with an open neck, and black shoes. I tell him it's a nice suit. He grins at me. "I'm just following orders. The vicar likes this suit." All three of us giggle. Then he adds, "You two stick with me. I've got a suspicion we're in for one of Aleric's specials, and if you think you know Aleric, you ain't seen nuthin' yet. Keep your hankies handy."
We get to the chapel and go inside. Everywhere is lit up with candles, and there's a lovely smell of incense everywhere. I can't wait to see what my new, lovely friend; TheVicar of LLantwit Major has got in store for us. If he's as good with his surprises as he is at having sex, then this is going to be good.
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Gareth.
I know there's been plotting going on behind my back and I know Kurt is involved when he and Heindrich lift Hansie onto the chancel in his wheelchair. So that means Hans is in on it too. I also know Gottwin is involved because he tells everybody where to sit. He puts Gunther and Angharad on the left front pew and then makes his mum and dad sit with them. Then he puts Heindrich at the far end of the right front pew, Kurt next to him, and then squeezes me and David and Noah in as well, with me by the aisle. Then he goes back onto the chancel and stands behind Hans. I grin down at Noah, and ask him, "You okay down there being like a squashed tomato?" He giggles and snuggles closer into David to give us more room. Then a silly thought comes into my mind... I'm wondering if he's wearing Aleric's underpants. I know Aleric isn't wearing his. That little bugger packed them away with his tools of the trade along with his vibrators and stuff.
I know the show is about to begin when I see Gottwin grin and point to the door of the chapel. We all look behind us. Aleric has come in quietly and closed the door behind him. I'm choking up immediately. He's wearing his Bedri suit and he looks absolutely stunning with his hair brushed perfectly. Then Gottwin must have pressed a button on a remote, because, with perfect timing, the music to the piano music they've downloaded from somewhere and loaded onto a CD begins to play. I know immediately what the song is. It's one of Aleric's favourites that he sings to me sometimes when we're driving together. Aleric lifts his head and begins to sing, and as he does, he points with his right finger at each of us in turn. He can't speak very good English, but he can certainly sing well in it, and that's because he's brilliant at learning the English words of a song, and as he saunters down the aisle, even though he has a German accent, he's almost faultless as he points to all of us as he sings... You Raise Me Up.
When
I am down and, oh, my soul, so weary;
When troubles come and my heart burdened be;
Then I am still and wait here in the silence,
Until you come and sit awhile with me.
(He reaches the chancel, steps onto it and stands behind Hans with a hand on Gottwin's shoulder, continues singing, and his eyes are sparkling as he looks at all of us, and at this point Hans and Gottwin join in with him, and the small chapel echoes to their beautiful voices.)
There is no life - no life without its hunger;
Each restless heart beats so imperfectly;
But when you come and I am filled with wonder,
Sometimes, I think I glimpse eternity.
You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains;
You raise me up to walk on stormy seas;
I am strong when I am on your shoulders;
You raise me up to more than I can be.
You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains;
You raise me up to walk on stormy seas;
I am strong when I am on your shoulders;
You raise me up to more than I can be.
You raise me up to more than I can be.
When they've finished, we all stand up to applaud them. Then Aleric kisses Hans on the head, hugs Gottwin, and steps off the chancel. He goes to Gretel, and they hug. The same happens with Ralf. Then comes Angharad and Gunther. Then he comes across to our side and grins at me. I grin back at him, and he just punches me in the tummy. Then he gives Noah a big boy-hug. David gets the same as I did. So does Heindrich. Then he goes to Kurt, takes hold of both his hands and looks up into his face. Kurt stares down at him. Then Aleric buries himself into Kurt and they rock in each other's arms as they share an almighty hug. I think I'm the only one in the place who knows why this is happening.
Without Kurt, none of what is happening would have happened. It was Kurt who, all those long months ago, used his wiles to get us together when he wangled tickets for Aleric's last show at The Schiller. He was our go-between, the architect of what we've become, and I'm thinking of that night when I was pissed up at the A-Trane Jazz Club and he came and sat at my table and asked me to buy him a drink. I nearly told him to fuck off because I thought he was soliciting me. That was the luckiest night in my life. Yes, every good thing in my life now is down to Kurt, and Aleric knows it. He knows how we met, and we've often talked about that moment of fate.
They break the hug and look into each other's eyes, and then, unashamedly, kiss each other on the lips. Aleric knew this moment would come, and that's why he doesn't ask me for a handkerchief. He's got one in his trousers pocket and he wipes his eyes before leaving Kurt and going onto the chancel to join Gottwin and Hans.
He points at his parents and to his brother and Angharad, and then at Kurt and Heindrich, and finally at me and Noah, and says, "Zis for you all." Then he points a crooked finger at David, and says, "You! Shones ze Milk... you up here!" I'm giggling now because this has to have been a last minute alteration to their plotting. So, reluctantly, and embarrassed and grinning, David goes onto the chancel and Bossy Boots Aleric makes him stand behind himself and Gottwin, but not before telling him, "You do same last night!" Then he digs Gottwin in the arm. Gottwin grins and presses the remote again.
And again Hansie takes the lead as they all sing Pie Jesu together, and as they sing, once again I feel a young man's arm link with mine. I look down at Noah, and smile at him. He smiles up at me. It's simply beautiful, and when they've finished, we all applaud them again.
Then I point at my watch. "You'd better pull your finger out... Vicar of Llantwit Major. We've got a plane to catch."
Aleric points a wagging finger at me. "You sit down there!"
I look at him. "And now what?"
He shrugs his shoulders. "Dad's going to say a prayer and thank God for this beautiful holiday and this wonderful chapel that you've bought us, and I'm going to sit with Mum and my brothers while he says it. They're more important than you."
So I settle back alongside Noah Bloody Hughes as David takes his seat, and he grins when I pretend I've been put in my place. But what Noah Bloody Hughes doesn't know is that Aleric was telling the truth, and I don't have any problems with the truth. In fact, I wouldn't have it any other way. That special love he has for his family is my safety valve. One day something might happen to me, and if it does, then the last thing I want is for Aleric to walk into the Wannsee. In fact we've already spoken about it. It was before we came to Llantwit Major.
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We were in bed one night and our sex stuff was done and dusted. Aleric was in his usual place with his head on my chest and his arm and leg sprawled over me when he said, "What are you going to do with all the money you've got?"
"What do you mean?" I asked him.
"Well, you've got too much money. You can't spend it all."
I shrugged my shoulders. "I don't want to spend it all. I'm going to use it to make more money."
"And then what?"
"Then I'll make more money."
"And then what? Are you going to buy us a couple of yachts worth a billion Euros each?"
I looked down at him. "What's going through that daft mind of yours now?"
He shrugged his shoulders and looked up at me with those beautiful eyes that drive me crazy. "I was thinking. We could buy a few schools and build a few hospitals in places where they haven't got any, and you wouldn't even miss what it cost. There's people in places that haven't got any clean water to drink. They drink dirty water and then die from diseases because they haven't got any clean water. Little kids are dying all the time because they do. I was watching a program on TV while you were at the office and they were on about it. It was a two-part program. The first part was about Africa and the second part was in Bangladesh and India. They were saying that people like you make so much money out of them that they haven't got enough to live on. Doesn't that ever bother you?"
Again I shrugged my shoulders. "I give two percent of what I earn to charity."
"But that's not enough."
"What do you want me to do then? Give it all away?"
He glared at me. "No! That would be stupid. If you gave it all away then you wouldn't be able to make any more money. And it said on the TV program that a lot of the money different governments give as aid goes into the pockets of dictators and criminals. You could get around that by doing what I've just said... build your own hospitals and schools and have your own people digging wells and stuff. There was one boy in Bangladesh. He was working in a brickyard for twelve hours a day. He was about nine years old and he was beautiful. I recorded the second program about India and Bangladesh. Do you want to see it?"
Knowing that Aleric was in one of his bossy moods and I always responded to the click... click... click... I kissed the top of his head and told him, "I'll use the bathroom. Put your dressing gown on and I'll meet you in the lounge. Pour me a double Glenfiddich."
The program was an hour long. At one point, Aleric stopped the recording and showed me the boy who he thought was beautiful. He was right. He was an atypical, brown-eyed kid from the Indian sub continent, but instead of being a boy as we know them in The West, he was almost skeletal. Aleric was in tears when he pointed at him. "That's him! The poor kid! What would you do if that was me there instead of him?"
And that's when we talked about what would happen if anything was to happen to either of us. It was tearful affair, but we both agreed that it would be a waste if whoever of us was left was to walk into the Wannsee. And we decided that the only way either of us would manage to get through the rest of our lives without the other was if we were to dedicate our lives to relieve suffering, and do it in the memory of whoever of us went first. But it was not to be done only after one of us died... we decided it would be one of our projects as soon as we got back from Wales.
And why was I going to do it? Because it took the love of my life... my Angel of Pie Jesu... my Star in the Hood... to point out to me that but for an accident of birth, he could have been born in Bangladesh and be working in a brickyard twelve hours a day.
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Aleric.
We've loaded the black bags containing the clothes I've given to Noah into Jones the Milk's car and he's sitting in the driving seat. Nobody else is with us. They said their goodbyes in the house and then Gareth told me to see them off. There's just me and Noah standing by the car. It's awkward. Noah is scraping his foot on the ground and I'm nervous as hell. Then I do what Gareth told me to do when I told him last night that I might cry when Noah was going. He said, You'll get through it. Make a joke about your bloody underpants or something. You two are a kinky pair when it comes to underpants, so give him ones you've been wearing. Tell him to wear them every time he wants to have a wank while he's thinking about you. I told him he was a disgusting sod, but I've taken his advice.
I punch Noah softly in the chest and tell him, "You zee you okay!"
He nods. "And you. I going miss you."
I smile at him. "I miss you. I have gift for you. You zink off me ven you do stuff to you self." Then I pull a crumpled up pair of worn underpants out of my trousers pocket and stuff them into his hand. "I do stuff inside. It for Noah."
He giggles and stuffs them into his jeans pocket. Then he looks into my eyes. "I do when I go to bed tonight. You do same with mine?"
I grin at him. "I haff last night. I make Gareth he do me viz your pants. I am Noah Hughes. He laugh, but he do me good. You go now. I zee you zoon."
He nods and holds out his fist. I do a fist with him and he gets in the car. They drive away. I wait until they've gone out of sight and then go back into the house.
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Dai the Builder.
Rhoswen and me, holding hands, stand and watch the private jet take off. It banks steeply and disappears into the clouds. I rarely shed tears, but my eyes are misted over when I can no longer see it. Then Rhoswen lets out the emotions she's been keeping in and comes into my arms. I hold her tight for a few moments and then take her hand and lead us back to our car. When we're in it, I take her hand again and look into her eyes. "Better get used to this airport, Girl! Make sure us passports are up to date. We got enough tucked away under the mattress for me to be semi-retired now. I'll get that new boy of ours to have one of his private jets at our beck and call. None of this bloody helicopter stuff to London for us."
She giggles through her tears. "You'd better ask Gareth before you start organising things."
I chuckle. "No need Girl. There's nothing he won't do for us. Matter of fact, the first visit is sorted. Four weeks today and we'll be eatin' them German sausages. We got us a whole week booked in with our wench and Gunther. Thought I'd keep it as a surprise for you for when they upped and gone. Give us something to look forward to."
She stares at me. "Are you serious or are you being a daft bugger again?"
I wink at her. "Never been more serious in me life, Girl. Had a quiet word with Gareth and laid the law down when we was all together than night. Mind you, that wasn't difficult. Soon as I told him, he was on the phone to whoever in Berlin and he couldn't stop laughing when he was barking orders out in German, and when he'd done, he told me there would be a private jet waiting to carry us off on Saturday 29th of this month. We got be up early mind! He told me about an hour later when he got another telephone call that it takes off at ten in the morning. We be in Berlin by midday and be having a meal with our kid and Gunther and Ralf and Gretel and the boys in the evenin'. We be stayin' with Angharad all week."
"And Gareth?"
"He be off `till Tuesday. Then he gets back from Korea. Some business stuff he got take care of. Then he says he's taking us to a posh place for dinner when he gets back. Says we'll love it. Proper Italian food it is, he says, and you like your lasagnes you do."
Then I start the car and drive off, and just after we've started, I slip an Aled Jones CD into the player and flick through to track 4 and we both listen to him singing Ave Maria. I don't know what Rhoswen is thinking, but I'm thinking that if I was a young man like my Gareth, I would have fallen head over heels with the boy who sang it last night and who, today, looked like a billion dollar boy in that lovely suit he was wearing. Then another thought comes into my mind. When we were seeing them off, Aleric let slip that he'd seen Noah Hughes and David Jones off this morning. They're doing well, those two. That's about a year they've been together now. I'll be needing to put a protective arm around them. Can't have some of these nosey buggers around here messing in their business.
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Gareth.
We've all kept the same seating arrangements on the plane as when we came, apart from Angharad is with Gunther up front. Aleric is sitting next to Gretel (but she's got the window seat this time) across the aisle and in front of me while I'm occupying my single seat and working on my laptop. I can't stop smiling to myself when I see her finger stroking Granddad's watch on Aleric's wrist. She knows about the coin.
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I was up early this morning, and when I went downstairs, Gretel was alone and sitting in the breakfast room. She was sitting at the breakfast bar drinking a strong peppermint tea. I could smell it. I made my coffee and went to sit beside her. Because I wasn't saying much, she asked, "What are you thinking about now? Problems at work?"
I shook my head. "No. I'm just wondering how to tell you something that will probably shock you to the core. I had a visit from a ghost last night."
Then she surprised me when she said, "Would it be the same one who has had my coin? Him with the burned face and hands?"
I stared at her. "You've seen him?! I've never seen him! I can only smell him. He smells of roast pork!"
She looked at me and there were tears running down her cheeks. "He woke me up and asked for the coin."
"Didn't he frighten you?"
She tries to smile. "I was at first, but when he spoke to me in a strange echoing voice, I wasn't a bit frightened, especially when he said he was around to look after Gottwin and Aleric. He looks awful, but I sensed a kindness and gentleness in him as soon as he came near me. I think he was crying. I'm sure I saw tears running down his burned face. I asked him if he was the one who had been messing with my coin earlier in the week. It came out of my locket and I found it in the bed when I was making it. It can't come out of the locket on its own... the fastener is too good for that to happen. He didn't say anything, but he nodded. Then he said he needed the coin to protect my boys from harm in the future. I was too emotional to ask him what harm could happen to them, so I gave him the coin. Then he told me not to worry and that he would always be around to protect them. Then he went away. Then I cried myself to sleep because I was so happy that what I've always believed was actually true. Spirits do exist and I knew for certain that my Norbert had never left me." She looked into my eyes. "Do you know where the coin is?"
I nodded. "Yes. I'm not going to go into all the details, and that's not because I don't want to tell you. It freaks me out just to think about it, but he came to me last night and gave me the coin. Aleric was asleep. I didn't see him... I could only smell him, but the coin dropped onto the duvet and when I picked it up and it was in the palm of my hand, it split into two pieces... right down the middle... just like that. He's visited me before but I didn't dare tell you about him because I thought you might think I was going crazy. He's already told me I'm not important to him, but the twins are. He said he was around to look after them and nobody else." I shrugged my shoulders. "That didn't bother me one bit. As long as he looks after the boys then I don't give a damn."
Gretel patted my arm. "And where is the coin now?"
"Aleric's wearing it. It's in the back of Granddad's gold watch. There's a secret compartment in the back of it that Granddad put his own gold coin for me to have. So I opened the watch and put the two halves of the coin in with Granddad's coin. When we get home I'm going to have two watches made with secret compartments in the back and I'll put one half of the coin in each of them and give them to the boys. Aleric doesn't know the watch belonged to my Granddad. I didn't tell him that it's the most precious thing I've got. I gave it to him that day he painted himself up." At that point, I shuddered with inner emotions and had to fight hard not to burst out crying. But I managed it, and then said, "I just wanted him to have something that would keep him safe. I couldn't think of anything else to do. I was so damned angry that he probably needed something to keep him safe from me! I could have murdered the little sod! That's what he does to me Gretel. I just love him so much!"
That's when we put our heads together and had a little cry until we both giggled. Then Gretel said, "I know the feeling. So what do we do now?"
I shrugged my shoulders. "Does Ralf know you've had a visit from a bloody ghost?"
She chuckled. "No. He'd have me locked away in an asylum if I told him. Just you and me Gareth. And we'll keep it that way. And thank you for confiding in me."
Again I shrugged my shoulders. "Not a problem. It's not every day you can tell someone you've seen a bloody ghost and they believe you. I could do with my own guardian spirit at times."
Gretel clutched my arm. "You've got one. I see the aura of it around you many times. I reckon it might be your Grandfather or your Grandmother. When you've had the two watches made, take that one back from Aleric. I'll have a quiet word with him. It might be that one or both of your grandparents' spirits is in the gold coin your grandfather gave you. It's best on you than my boy. He's got his own to look after him."
I shook my head. "No. He can have the watch. I'll just keep my coin and wear it somewhere. I want him to have the watch. It gives me peace of mind when he's wearing it. That's important to me... peace of mind where he's concerned. I never stop worrying that something might happen to him. What is it with the little bugger? Everywhere he goes people just love him. Everywhere! I think it's the way he does things. Like last night when we were with Dai. He just got up and sang and he didn't give a damn. I'm no different than anybody else. Everybody falls in love with him."
Gretel clutched my arm harder. "You are different than everybody else. You're right, people do love him, but apart from us, his family, you're the only person who has ever had that love returned. Well, he does love other people like little Hans and Kurt, but the love he has for you is far more special. So I suppose I could ask you the same question... what is it about you that makes everybody who really knows you, love you? And they do. We all do... Kurt and Hans do, and now Dai and Rhoswen have gone and taken you into their hearts. It seems that you and my boy have many things in common. Now can I ask you a question?"
"Fire away."
"When you asked me to say a prayer through the coin. Did it work?"
I chuckled. "Oh yes! It worked alright. But don't ask me what I wanted you to say a prayer for. That's something you'll never know, but it worked alright. Thank you."
Gretel chuckled. "Then I won't ask you, but I am pleased it worked. It must have been something very important for you to ask me to do it."
I grinned at her. "What's this lot he's got planned for today... in the chapel? He's crazy. I hope he doesn't make me cry again or I'll kick his arse all the way from here to Berlin. I've shed more tears since I've known him than I did in all the years before I did."
Gretel laid her head on my shoulder. "You'll learn over time. I've learned to cry inside where nobody sees me now. It's an art... one you'll have to learn. Now do you want me to make you another coffee?"
I shook my head. "No thanks. You're good at stuff, but you're like Kurt... neither of you knows how to make coffee. I'll make my own. Shall I make you a drink?"
She giggled. "No thanks. I've got things to do. You get on with your work before those two come down and cause havoc."
I looked at her in the eyes. "Work! You'll never guess what he's gone and done now! He's doubled my workload. He's decided to spend my money and build hospitals and schools and dig wells in underdeveloped countries to make kids' lives better. I've got to make our money, and he's going to spend it. He pretty much called me a selfish sod. Said it was my fault that kids are dying because they don't have clean water. So half my time now I'll be working for him so he can become the new Mother Teresa. I'll buy him a bloody nun's outfit." Then I giggled. "I'd better not. He doesn't like me saying he's feminine."
Gretel laughed. And then we both laughed.
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Gretel sees me looking at her. I grin at her. She grins back at me. Then I wink at her. She chuckles and looks through the window. Gretel. I wish I'd had a mam like her. Maybe that's why everybody loves Aleric. Nobody could ever dislike Gretel. She's just a wonderful, wonderful person. So is Ralf. Put the two of them together and you've got the perfect parents. That's why they've got three wonderful boys who are loved without question. But that's what proper parents do... love their children unconditionally. That's really why me and Aleric are together. Their love has no boundaries where their kids are concerned, so much so that they've been prepared to let their fourteen year old son be the lover of a thirty-three year old bloke. I can't think of many others who would.
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Noah Bloody Hughes.
David asked me if I wanted to go to the garage when he was bringing me home. I told him I didn't want to and that I'd see him later. Then he had a cup of tea and buggered off. Now I'm in my bedroom opening the black bin bags with the clothes that Aleric gave me. I like the ones he's worn the best. I can smell him on them.
What a strange lad he is. Never met anybody in my life before like him. He's only a year older than me but he's like a grown man in many ways. And he doesn't give a shit for anything or anybody. The room was full of people last night and he just got up and sang as if it didn't bother him one bit. I'd have been shitting myself. I looked round after he'd finished singing and saw the people in there. A lot of them were wiping their eyes because they'd been crying because of what happened. Never seen that before at one of Dai concerts. David says he's a natural performer. That made me giggle inside. Dead right he is! He's the same when he wants sex. He just takes over and does what he wants.
I wish he was here now. When David asked me if I wanted to go to the garage on the way back and I told him I didn't, it wasn't because I wasn't feeling sexy. I am! Dead sexy, and that's because I've got a pair of Aleric's underpants that he must have had on this morning. I know that because he's wanked in them and the crotch is still damp where he's spunked into them. That's why I'm going to the bathroom now. And it feels fantastic when I'm using them to wank myself off. Oh yes! Oh yess! Oh yesss Aleric... Oh yesssss!!!
Now his and my spunk are mixed together. This is dead sexy stuff. This stuff is like me and him... we're becoming mixed up together. I haven't got a clue how it's going to happen, but I know it will. We'll be seeing each other again. I can't wait! I wish he was here now, but he isn't. Well, part of him is, so I'll put these underpants on. They're a bit sticky, but they'll soon dry out after I've worn them for a bit. At least he had the good sense to put the money and the note in an envelope when he tucked them inside the underpants before he gave them to me otherwise I'd have four fifty quid notes and a little letter covered in his jizz. His handwriting is like him... neat and tidy. It says: Use for phone. Aleric. xxx
He made me take some photographs of him with my phone. He's got some of me. I wish I'd taken one of him when he was fucking me. He's wearing clothes in all the ones I've got of him. The best one is one I took after he'd done his bloody sermon. He stood by the door of the chapel and I took it there. That suit he wore is fantastic. He's far and away the most beautiful lad I've ever seen in my life. But he's the same without the suit... when he naked. He's got the perfect body and a dick that suits it. It's a bit bigger than mine, and it's nicer, and when I rolled his foreskin back when he made me suck him off in the chapel, it was throbbing like mad because he was so horny. I'll get him to send me one of him with nothing on and with his dick hard, and if he wants one, I'll send one of me the same. I've got enough money to make calls to him now, and to send him some pictures.
He says I've got to teach him how to speak Welsh. LOL. He can't even speak English properly so how the fuck am I going to teach him to speak Welsh? I'm going to try and learn how to speak German. I know how to say das ist gut! I'm going to learn how to say, let me suck your gorgeous dick and then you can shove it right up my arse. LOL.
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Aleric.
I've been watching Gareth for about five minutes and not once has he looked at me. Whatever he's doing on his laptop is taking all his concentration. He keeps typing stuff and then sits back looking at the screen while he's squeezing his bottom lip with his finger and thumb, and his forehead is creased up. I've studied him for hours doing this exact same thing. Now he's rubbing his fingers across his forehead while he's looking through the aircraft window. It's a sort of signal that he wants his brain to work. Now he's looking at the screen and rubbing his bottom lip again. Now he's rubbing his top lip with the teeth in his lower jaw. I'm waiting for it. I know what he's going to do, and I'm giggling when he gets angry with himself. That's when I decide to go to him.
I put a hand on his shoulder as I stand by the side of him and look at the screen. I'm lost straight away. The document he's working on is in Japanese or Chinese or whatever. He looks into my face. I grin at him, and in lowered tones so only we know what we're talking about, I ask him, "Can I help you?"
He giggles. "Bugger off!" Then he runs his left hand down my back and onto my bottom. He can do it because he's got the back seat and there's nobody behind us that can see anything going on. Then he plays with my bum and runs his fingers along my bum crease.
I reach behind me and take his hand away and whisper to him, "Leave me alone. You know what that does to me. Thinking about Noah are you?"
He grins and whispers back, "No. I was just checking to see if you were wearing his underpants."
I shake my head. "Too sexy to wear in public, but I'll bet he's wearing mine now."
Gareth gives me a puzzled look. "And what makes you so sure he'll be doing that?"
I grin at him. "I made sure the ones I gave him were freshly used."
"You didn't?!"
I nod. "I did. And I put four of your English fifty pound notes and a note inside them."
Gareth scrunches his face up. "They'll be stuck together!"
I giggle. "I put them in an envelope you daft bugger."
"What's the money for, and what did the note say?"
I decide to fool with him, so I tell him, "I just told him that I loved him that I wanted to marry him. The money was to buy a gold ring and I told him I'd fly back next weekend and we'll do it in the chapel."
Gareth shrugs his shoulders and says, "Am I invited?"
I nod. "You're my best man."
"That's okay then. As long as I'm your best man... that will do me." Then he rubs his fingers down between my bum cheeks again, and adds, "Noah can have that bit in front of you and I'll have this bit."
I grin at him and lean down and whisper in his ear, "It's a deal. I'd like to be sandwiched between you two. Your tongue up my bum while me and Noah are having a sixty-nine with me on top would be fantastic. Noah would be able to watch what you were doing and he'd go sex mad. Now I'll let you get on with your work."
He shakes his head in disgust and grins, so I go back to my seat. When I get there I lean back into my seat and put my hands behind my head and look at Gareth. He's still looking at me. We smile at each other... the vibes of our powerful love easily crossing the distance between us, and then he begins working again. My Beautiful Man! I love him so much! So, without doing it too loud, I sing to him a song from one of his albums that I've learned off by heart. But this has become a special song to us.
Me and Gotty learned it together, and when we'd got it right, I was in a proper daft mood and I told him that we'd change the words and make it dead sexy. Then we spent two days at home and at school learning some English words and making them fit instead of the proper words. When it was done, I waited until me and Gareth were in bed one night and had finished having sex when I sang it to him.
I was teasing him and I told him he was useless and that I'd have to make another visit to Bedri if he didn't improve. He was chuckling like mad and then I told him I'd made up a song for him. Then he said his usual thing: Get on with it then you daft bugger. So I sang it to him and he was helpless with laughter when I did, and after it was over and I'd told him that me and Gotty had composed the words, he called us both a disgusting, filthy-minded pair of perverts and that we would never go to our Heaven. And we were both still giggling when we went to sleep because it had amused us both so much. And I can't help smiling as I sing now, and that's because he's got a massive grin on his face as he works away while I'm singing the proper version, but I know he's thinking of the perverted version that me and Gotty had put together that went like this...
A
candy-coloured clown they call Bedri
Tiptoes to my room every night
Just to play with my pinkler and to whisper,
"I've come to bed with you Aleric. To do you right."
I close my eyes, then I drift away
Into the magic night, I softly say
You're the best there is, Bedri, so very true,
Unlike Gareth Moneybags, who is a useless fool.
In bed I'll suck with you. In bed I'll fuck with you.
In bed you're mine. All of the time we're together,
In wet dreams, in wet dreams.
But just before the dawn, you wake and make me come.
I can't help it; I can't help it, if I cry.
You're the best ever my beautiful Bedri.
But it's too bad that all these things,
Can only happen in my dreams...
Only in wet dreams...
In beautiful wet dreams.
When I've finished, he looks at me and winks and giggles. I point at his laptop and signal that he should get back to work. He grins at me, and he's still grinning when he begins to work again. I snuggle into Mum and close my eyes and put my hand over my crutch because I've got a hard-on. The daft bugger should have left my bum alone! One of the sexiest things he can do to me is to run his fingers up and down between my bum cheeks. But I've made things ten times worse because I have a vision of doing what I suggested we do. I'll definitely be wearing Noah's underpants when we get home!
Back home. I'm now married to my Beautiful Man. Another piece of the jigsaw of our lives has slotted into place. It's unbelievable what's happened. And he doesn't believe in God! My man is crazy! But now we're married I've got time to teach him stuff. One day I'll have him kneeling beside me saying his prayers or my name isn't Aleric Hahn! We'll see, you stupid, arrogant, ignorant, beautiful, wonderful, sexy man! You think you know everything. I haven't even started on you yet! If you think I fell off a fir tree then you'd better think again. Your boy might only be fourteen years old, but he has friends in high places. My Kurt and Bedri are more than a match for you. And when Noah comes, I'll have another ally. Gareth thinks I was fooling when I suggested me being the filling in the sex-sandwich with us three, but I wasn't. LOL.
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Gareth.
I finish the graph I'm doing and look at Aleric. He's got his eyes closed as he leans against Gretel, but he's not asleep. I know that because he has a grin on his face. The little bugger! I know what the song was all about. He was reminding me of that crazy night we had in bed when he perverted the song to make it as bad as his perverted mind. Well, his and Gottwin's dirty minds because they're both a pair of randy sods. But what's going through his daft mind now? I lean back and study him. He's still got his Bedri suit on and is beyond beautiful. I look through the window at the pure white clouds below us. How apt! I'm flying through the air with my real-life Angel of Pie Jesu! Bugger! He'll have me believing in his God if it carries on like this! My one saving grace is knowing that my Angel of Pie Jesu is such a perverted little sod that he'll never make it to Heaven.
I look at him again. His eyes are open now and he's still grinning. I know why he's grinning. The little bugger is plotting something in his mind and I'd have a huge wager that what he suggested we do if Noah comes is playing a large part in his thinking. Would I succumb to his wiles? It won't happen. My sexy little man has forgotten to factor in one very important thing... Noah Bloody Hughes loves his own Milkman. But that's a shame. He's got a gorgeous bum just like Aleric's, and if I didn't have Aleric and he didn't have his own Milkman, then I most certainly would.
But I will have to be careful if they do visit us. I'm pretty sure little Noah wouldn't double-cross Jones the Milk, but the opposite doesn't apply. Despite what I said to David when we were at Chapel Farm, I know that given half a chance he would still have it off with Aleric. David is like Pete Sawyer... he's able to separate the love part from the sexual part. So I'll have to be very watchful if they do come to Berlin, not because I'm worried that Aleric will have it off with David, but because if he tries it on with my boy he could ruin what he has with Noah, and the last person I want to be hurt is the cute little bugger that Aleric has taken into his heart. Perhaps Noah has become a replacement for Yokiko? That friendship seems to have waned. I was pretty certain it would last, but it seems that I'm not as good at working boys out as I thought I was. I'll have a word with the little bugger when we get home.
To be continued...
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