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I stared in disbelief at Kate as she read the contents of my parents Will to me. Apparently she had had to contact my fathers lawyer because of the legal implications and he had faxed through a copy of his last will and testament. Time and time again she kept asking me if I understood and I just nodded numbly as Jonathan squeezed my hand and looked at me to see if I was cracking up yet. I couldn't believe that this was happening. That bastard. What was I going to do? There was lots of questions swimming through my mind and muddling up my thoughts. I wanted to ask Kate for the answers but I just couldn't seem to speak. I couldn't form the words in and my head. The tears ran silently down my cheeks and I felt my future with Jonathan slipping away with them. My father had dealt one final blow. Even from his grave he was still managing to ruin my life. I bet the bastard was looking up at me now from hell and laughing. Saying there you go you little queer. Didn't think you would get off that lightly did you. I knew it was never going to be easy. Jesus, every minute had been a struggle up until now. The bastard had named my Aunt in England as my legal guardian, the evil bible bashing bitch with her homophobic sons. And I hated him for it.

"What am I going to do?", I said to Jonathan staring at him wide eyed.

He stared at me blankly and I realised that for once he wasn't going to tell me it was ok. For once, he didn't have the answers. And it was in that moment that I realised that I was going to have to stop being a snivelling little 15 year old. I couldn't be that person anymore who clung to Jonathan and needed him to make the decisions. I had hung behind him too long. Every time I was ready to give up it was Jonathan that spurred me on. He didn't seem to be doing it this time. I felt tired. Maybe that was how he felt too. It wasn't supposed to be like this. Being in love was meant to be laughing and teasing and strolling hand in hand down the beach. Not fleeing the country on boats and planes, running from the police and hiding from my past. I felt tired but not tired enough to have let all that stuff have been in vain. I was going to win, I was going to be happy. I just didn't know how I was going to do it. So I dried my eyes and vowed that that would be the last time I ever wiped tears from my face. No body was going to hurt me anymore. Especially not my father who was rotting in hell. I looked around at Jonathan and saw the fear on his face. This was all because of me. Did he really think it was worth this. That I was worth this. I made a promise to myself that Jonathan would stop suffering too. He was young too. He shouldn't have to go through all this. From now on, I thought to myself, I am in control. And I have to do what's best for Jonathan, but more importantly I have to do what's best for me. I just had to try and do it without ruining someones life.

"Well I know one thing", Jonathan said waking me from my daydream, "You are not going to live with that Aunt of yours. Not now, not ever".

"No", I replied, "I'm not".

"Well what do you think we should do", he asked turning back to Kate.

"We will go to court as planned and I will make your case as best as I can. But with the just makes things a lot more difficult. Do you understand that?", she asked me.

"I understand", I replied.

"If you can make the jury feel that living with your Aunt would be really bad for you then we have a chance", she went on, "But in these cases people often feel that you are better off with family. It's just the way they think".

"I'll do anything...say anything to make them believe me. She is evil".

"I know you would Nicky", she said looking down, "But I have to be honest with you at this point. I don't think that we have a chance".

"No chance at all?", I asked in disbelief.

"Well, I didn't want to tell you this until I found her", she started.

"Who...found who?", I asked getting excited, seeing a glimpse of hope. Jonathan squeezed my hand to try and calm me down.

"You see the thing is Nicky", she went on, "We can't find her. In your fathers Will I mean, he stated that Rosa, your housekeeper should be second guardian, if your Aunt for any reason couldn't or wouldn't do it. After your parents died she returned to America and we don't know where she is".

"No Nicky, she's Spanish, but she's an American citizen", Kate replied, "And if we could find her and she agreed then the jury might look more favourably on giving you to her".

"Well we have to find her", I screamed, "It's our only hope".

"Nicky, I have had three of my staff working on it since I got the Will but all we managed to find out is that she flew into Boston two days ago and we can't trace her from there", Kate said sorrowfully.

"But the trial is tomorrow", I choked, "What...what are we going to do. Maybe the other lawyers don't have my fathers Will", I tried.

"Nicky, if I have it then you can count on the fact that they have it too", Kate informed me.

"Well, well, what are we going to do now?", I asked looking from Jonathan to Kate hopefully. Neither of them had the answers.

So we left with the instruction just to turn up at the courthouse tomorrow morning and we would try our best. Kate reckoned it would be a very short trial as the only people that would be taking the stand would be Jonathan and me, unless of course the state called any witnesses. Luckily Kate had managed to keep it a private hearing so at least half the reporters in the country wouldn't be there taking getting all the juicy gossip on Jonathan. That was something, at least. Up until now Jonathan had made no official statements to the press so it was only rumours really that the press had to go on. If the case had been public then all hell would have broken loose.

When we got back to the apartment we just flopped down on the couch and Jonathan put his arms around me. He didn't say anything, just held me and stroked my hair. There was nothing to say, after all. We just had to go to court and hope for the best. Didn't we? I realised I had a decision to make. Jonathan had dragged me along so far, not that I didn't enjoy being dragged but it had all seemed like such a dream world. Until now. I was fifteen, and I realised with a rush of pain that I was alone in the world. Yes I had Jonathan, yes I had my friends, but there was no one to tell me what to do. No family that I could turn to. I felt much older than fifteen at that moment. Heavy problems that were resting on shoulders that were too small to carry them. I tried to remember what it was like to be carefree, and it shocked me to realise that I couldn't.

"Maybe we should go and visit Nicky and Jonathan", Michael said lazily as they lay beside the pool, "I haven't seen them since I got here and you said that they have that trial thing tomorrow".

"Yeah, I guess we can go over there", Ryan replied running his hand up over Michaels smooth chest.

"Ryan don't!", Michael squealed at the touch.

"Don't what?", Ryan asked innocently.

"You know what!", Michael replied, "Your parents. They might see us".

"So what!", Ryan replied, "They know anyway!".

"I know, but it's still embarrassing".

"Don't be silly, they will get used to it. Anyway you have been a bit strange since you got here. Like you have something else on your mind. Tell me what it is".

"It's nothing", Michael mumbled.

"Look", Ryan said more irritated this time, "I know you Michael and I know that somethings up. When we were with eachother, making love I mean, everything felt the same as it always did. But now it feels different again. I don't like it. Tell me. Please".

"Ok, I guess I should tell you but first I want to tell you that I love you and secondly I want you to promise me that you won't freak out".

"I promise", Ryan said placing his hand over his heart smiling.

"Promise me!", Michael said again.

"I told you I promise. No freaking out ok. Just tell me what is on your mind".

"Well, ok. When I was at home and you were's just it was so far away and I was lonely...and I met someone else".

"What?", Ryan said jumping up.

"I'm sorry", Michael said, "When I came over here I was planning to tell you it was over but when I saw you again I realised that it was you I loved and not him. I was lonely without you back in Scotland and Nathan was just there and I guess he took the lonliness away and I confused my feelings for him".

"How could you do that to me", Ryan said on the verge of tears, "I didn't go out and find anyone else. After all that we went through together. With Nicky and Jonathan. I thought that was all special. Theres not many people our age who go through shit like that. I loved you so much... I can't believe this is happening".

"I'm sorry!", Michael said jumping up and putting his arms around Ryan, "But when I got home it didn't seem real anymore. It all felt like a dream. it all felt so far away. And then I met Nathan and...".

"Nathan", Ryan spat, "Is that his name? Well I hope you and Nathan are very happy together".

"No I don't want Nathan", Michael pleaded, "It's over with Nathan".

"So you broke up with him before you came here did you?".

"Well...not exactly", Michael said bowing his head.

"You're still with him and you slept with me?", Ryan stared in disbelief, "You've changed Michael, and I don't think I like who you've become".

"Please", Michael pleaded, but it was too late as Ryan had stormed into the house his eyes filled with hurt and tears. Michael felt terrible. Ryan was right. He had changed. He had managed to hurt too people. And he didn't like how that felt. Not one little bit. But he was going to make it alright...he knew he could.

Ryan couldn't believe that Michael could do that. He knew that he himself was once like that, jumping from bed to bed without a care for anyone in the world. He had done it to Nicky for gods sake. Some would say that Ryan was getting exactly what he deserved and the thought crossed his own mind more than once. Maybe this was Karma. What you give is what you get returned. Not this way though. Not Michael. But he thought Michael was different. When he was with Michael he didn't even think anyone anyone else, let alone sleep with them. It was just that after everything that they had gone through together he thought that it meant something more than sex. Now he knew he was wrong. And Ryan hated when he was wrong.

I lay in bed staring at the ceiling. I really didn't know what to do. Jonathan came in from the bathroom and I took in his naked form. His smooth skin and full lips made me feel weak. I decided that I could forget about my problems for a while. Jonathan could make me forget.

"Jonathan, come to bed, NOW!", I grinned at him stupidly. And he did.

"I love you Nicky", he said caressing my face, "More than anything or anyone in the world, and we will get through this".

"Why...why does everything have to be so hard", I asked on the verge of tears forgetting my earlier promise not to cry anymore.

"Because the best things in life never come easy", he replied.

"Don't talk anymore Jonathan", I pleaded, "I want to forget...just for a while".

"I can make you forget Nicky", he answered pulling my t-shirt up over my head.

Jonathan ran his fingertips down over my naked chest and traced the outline of my nipples with his fingertips. I squeezed my eyes closed allowing my thoughts to be only of his touch. I felt his lips graze across my belly and I felt his warm breath on my skin. My dick began to grow as I tingled under his touch. He cupped his hand around my dick through my boxer shorts and I moaned. I felt the tension flying off me. He lay on top of me and brought his lips to mine and kissed me deeply as he grinded his dick against mine. He sat up long enough to pull my boxer shorts off before lying back down on me again. Our naked bodies held each other desperately touching and kissing everywhere. His hand went between my legs and his finger probed gently at my ass. I spread my legs wider giving him easier access and letting him know what I wanted. He reached to the side of the bed for the lubricant that was there and squirted some on to my ass gently rubbing it in with his fingers. I moaned as I felt his finger slip inside me and I nearly blew my wad right there as he moved his finger in and out loosening me up. He then pushed my legs back and I felt his hard 7 inches probing against my hole. It took a few pushes but then he entered me and slid easily along until his whole throbbing dick was inside me. It was always at this moment that I felt complete. With him inside me, taking me, making love to me, I felt like I belonged to him. And it that moment there was noone else in the world. No lawyers, no evil Aunts, and no dead parents calling from beyond the grave. And I loved him for it.

He moved in and out of me and I writhed in pleasure as I felt his hot dick filling me up. He was moving faster now and I knew that he was getting close. I looked at his face and saw his features contorted in pleasure and I knew I wouldnt last much longer myself. I didn't even touch my own dick but it exploded anyway sending forth spurt after spurt of cum onto his chest. My orgasm caused my ass to tighten convulsively around his dick and this pushed him over the edge and with a cry he shoved his dick hard inside me and I felt spurt after spurt of hot cum erupt inside my ass. He collapsed on top of me, his body covered with a layer of sweat as he fought to control his breathing. He kissed me gently on the lips and I stroked his hair and held him tight against me, never wanting to let him go.

Michael found Ryan in their room. He was lying face down on the bed and Michael could see my the way that his shoulders shook that he was crying. Michael felt a rush of emotion overwhelm him. Guilt because he had caused it, fear because he was scared he would lose Ryan, and love...mostly love for the boy lying in front of him. And he knew he had to fix this, or he would never forgive himself. He walked over to the bed and sat beside Ryan and put his hand on his shoulder.

"Get away from me you bastard!", Ryan screamed .

Michael flinched at this and searched for the right words to make this right. But there was no magic word to make Ryan fall into his arms.

"Ryan please...", Michael began, "Just hear me out".

"No. Get out", Ryan shouted back.

"Well just let me say one thing and then I'll leave you alone", Michael said. Ryan didn't answer. "Ok all I can say is that I'm sorry...", he started crying, "...And I never meant to hurt you, but I was confused and I didn't realise what I was doing. And I do love you...more than you will ever know. I don't want to lose you Ryan".

Ryan stayed lying face down and didn't answer and he heard Michael get up and walk out of the room crying as he went.

I woke up to the sound of a knock on the door. I looked around and saw that Jonathan was sleeping soundly. I didn't want to wake him so I slipped quietly out of the bed and made my way to the front door. I opened it slightly and saw Michael standing there, his face streaked with tears. I was shocked to see Michael as I hadn't seen him since he went home but my shock was soon replaced with concern as he threw himself into my arms sobbing loudly.

"Oh god Nicky, it's all a mess", he wailed, "I've ruined everything. Ryan hates me and never wants to see me again".

"Michael calm down", I said stroking his soft blonde hair, "Now come in and tell me what's going on".

Michael told me the whole story and I almost felt sorry for him. Well I guess I did feel sorry for him but it was all his own fault really. But what he wanted was comfort and reassurance and not accusations. He knew it was his fault and he didn't need me reminding him of it. So I just held him and told him it would be ok and eventually he cried himself to sleep.

Jonathan came in when I was covering him with a blanket.

"What's going on?", he asked sleepily, "Is that Michael?".

"Yeah, he and Ryan have broken up", I replied. "He was really upset. Says that it's over for good".

"Right, well let him sleep then Nicky and come back to bed. Don't forget we have to go to court in the morning".

How could I forget that I thought, but said nothing and allowed him to lead me back into the room.

I hadn't really been able to sleep all night and by the time Jonathan and Michael got up I had been ready for two hours.

"Why did you not wake me?", Jonathan asked.

"Oh you looked too peaceful to wake up", I smiled. Really I had been glad of the time to be alone and think things through.

"Right, well I'll just get showered and dressed. Make me some brekkie will you sweetie", he said going to the bathroom.

"Sure darling!", I shouted after him laughing.

"God, you're like husband and wife", Michael said coming into the room looking a bit happier than he had the night before.

"Yeah I know", I replied thoughtfully. We had become really comfortable with eachother. We were like husband and wife. I wondered who was the husband and who was the wife.

"You're the wife", Michael answered my thoughts laughing.

"So what are you going to do today?", I asked getting out the cereal bowls and putting on some toast for Jonathan.

"I thought I would come to court with you", Michael replied.

"I don't think they will let you in", I told him, "But you can come with us long as you ring Ryan".

"I can't ring him...he won't speak to me. He made that clear enough".

"Does he know where you are?", I asked him.

"I don't know. I got your address off his mom. She had to phone Jonathans mom to get it. So unless she told him".

"Of course she would have told him stupid", I told him.

"Well then he knows where I am if he wants me", Michael said stubbornly.

"Oh children children!", I smiled laughing.

"Shut up Nicky", Michael said angrily, but he was smiling.

Kate was waiting for us at the courthouse when we arrived. Jonathan had bought me a lovely black suit for the court case and one for himself. I told him we would look silly wearing the same outfit but he just laughed and said it would be cute. And cute we did look with the black shirts and dark grey tie underneath. Like superstars or something. Well I suppose he is a superstar so he should have good taste.

"Hi guys", she said smiling. A fake smile I reckoned. But she didn't seem to be nervous at all. Either because she was confident or she didn't really care. I could only hope it was the first.

"Theres someone here to see you Nicky", she said still smiling and from behind her someone emerged.

"Rosa!", I screamed throwing myself into her arms crying with joy.

"Oh Master Nicky", she cried hugging me closely, "I have been so worried about you. I didn't know where you were and you a poor little orphan. And then this lawyer here she came knocking on my door and told me she knew where you were. Oh I was so happy Nicky".

"Were you?", I cried.

"Of course I was", she said shocked, "You are like my own child Nicky. I love you".

"This...This is Jonathan", I said turning to face him.

"Yes, Jonathan", she said taking his hand in both of hers smiling, "Kate has told me everything. Thank you for looking after my little Nicky".

"Well he didn't need much looking after", Jonathan replied smiling, "We have kinda been looking after eachother".

Rosa smiled and kissed him on the cheek.

We were called into court about fifteen minutes later and Jonathan and I took our seats at the defendants table at the front along with Kate. He held my hand under the table but Kate gave him a stern look so he let go. I stole a glance at the jury and realised that they were all studying me and Jonathan intently. I felt my face go red and turned away again but I couldn't help looking back again to see what the jury that decided our future looked like. It was made up of nine men and three women. That wasn't good, hopefully they werent a crowd of homophobic red necked bastards. The judge came into the room and we stood up.

"Please be seated", the judge said officially.

She was a stern looking woman and she gave me no confidence at all. But afterall it wasn't her that would be deciding. I felt panicky and my hands were sweating. The judge started to speak.

"Now before I start I would just like to say that this is a hearing. No body is on trial here. We are simply trying to decide the best placement for this child". I grimaced at the word child. I certainly didn't feel like a child. She went on.

"Now it is unusual in cases like these to have a jury. But the childs lawyer felt that in the extreme circumstances leading up to his arrival in the United states and subsequently in out courts today it would be better to have a more diverse opinion in the matter than one judge. I can't say that I agree with this but however it may have it's uses".

"Now", she said turning to the jury. "We will hear first from the young man Nicholas Cullen and he can tell us why he thinks he should stay in the United States. Nicholas can you come up here and sit next to me".

I took my seat in the witness box next to her and she asked me to start from the beginning. So I started with the day I tried to kill myself and ended up in hospital (I left out the bit about Ryan and I sleeping together of course), then I told her about meeting Jonathan and how we had fled from Ireland to England on the boat and our adventures and setbacks along the way. I told her how my parents had been killed and how eventually Jonathan and I had frauded our way onto a flight to America and here I was. It took me about two hours to tell her the whole story. I told her of the bond between Jonathan and I, and I can tell you there were lots of tears as I told my story. I looked at the jury and I saw that two of the women and a few of the men were wiping their eyes. With bleary eyes I looked at Jonathan and he smiled at me. I smiled back and then I froze. In the public seats behind Jonathan, sitting with a steel gaze was my Aunt. She realised I had seen her and she glared at me sternly. The judge looked around at me and she must have seen the fear in my eyes because she followed by stare and asked my Aunt to identify herself. She identified herself as my Aunt, the sister of my dead father.

"Ok, we will hear from you in due course", the judge said looking at me, "Nicholas you may step down".

I made my way shakily to my seat beside Jonathan and he clutched my hand again. This time Kate said nothing. Next they called Jonathan up to the witness stand.

"Now Jonathan", the judge began, "Does what Nicholas told us fit in with your version of the events".

"Yes mam", Jonathan replied meekly.

"Ok, then I just have a few questions for you. Now I have to ask these questions because of the fact that Nicholas is a minor. And I want you to answer truthfully".

"Yes mam", Jonathan replied again.

"Have you and Nicholas ever took part in any sexual activity", she asked without embarrassment.

"No mam", Jonathan replied straight away.

"Is this the truth", she asked studying him to see if his face would betray him. But Jonathan never showed a sign that he was lying.

"It is the truth mam", he continued, "I love Nicky and would never do that when he was too young. We kiss a lot of the time, but mostly we just cuddle and hold hands. Just exactly the same stuff that a teenage boy and girl would do".

"Ok Jonathan, I don't think I have any further questions for you. You may step down".

The judge called Rosa up next and went through the facts about my fathers will and all that and asked Rosa about her circumstances. Apparently my mother had provided well for Rosa in the Will and all my fathers money went into a trust fund for me that I would get when I was 18. I felt a bit guilty. Maybe he had loved me really deep down or else he wouldn't have left me all of his money. The judge seemed satisfied with everything that Rosa had to say.

"I just have one last question", the judge said to Rosa, "How do you feel about the relationship between Jonathan and Nicholas".

"Well", Rosa began, "I know very little about their relationship but from what I can see I will say that in this world love is a very hard thing to find and I can see that these two boys have found it with eachother. I see no reason as to why their relationship cannot continue if Nicky is in my care, under my supervision of course".

"Thank you, you may step down", the judge said.

She called my Aunt Rosa up next and more or less the same routine was gone through and when the judge came to her final question it was the same one that she had asked Rosa.

"Obviously", my Aunt began, "When Nicky comes home with me to England there will be no relationship. That boy will be here and Nicky will be there. And once in my care and under the supervision and influence of my two fine sons, Nicky will soon settle down and get out of this phase and perhaps I will allow him to date some of the nicer girls from the area. He will be a more well-balanced teenager in my care. And he may not see it now but he will thank me for it one day when he is married with children".

"And what is your view on homosexuality in general?", the judge asked her.

"Well the bible says it is wrong and I must say as an avid church goer as Nicky will be with me I have to take the same view".

"Ok, that is all. You may step down".

Kate made a very heartfelt closing statement to the jury next. She spoke of the trauma that I had been through and how separating Jonathan and I would be very bad for me. She also spoke of the trauma that I would suffer living with my aunt and how this would not be in my best interests. She asked the jury to consider two options. Firstly that I should be granted American Citizenship on compassionate grounds and be allowed to live in my current position with Jonathan, or secondly that I should be allowed to live with Rosa. The third option, moving back with my Aunt she said, should not even be considered. The judge then asked the jury to retire and consider the options carefully and that they should take into account what would be best for me in the long run and not just as a short term solution. They left and we went to wait.

"Nicky", my Aunt called to me when we were sitting in the canteen waiting.

"Oh shit, she's coming over", I said to Jonathan when I saw her approaching.

"It's Ok, I'm here", Jonathan said comforting me.

"Well your father, my poor brother God rest his soul told me what was going on", she shouted, "But I never believed it until I saw it with my own eyes. It's...disgusting". She spat the last word out with venom.

"Mam, if you just took some time...", Jonathan began but she didn't let him finish.

"You can shut up", she squealed, " who perverted my nephew".

"Oh for christ's sake", Kate shouted back losing her temper, "Would you ever shut up you dried up old bag and get out of our faces".

I burst out laughing even though I was shaking with fear. She turned on me.

"And you can button up young man", she said in a stern tone, "You will learn some manners when I get you home. Those people on the jury will know better than to leave you with this little pervert or...or that maid", she spat looking from Jonathan to Rosa.

"Well", Kate said standing up and facing her, "We just better hope that those people aren't cold hearted old bible bashing bitches like you. Nicky come on, we'll wait in one of the private areas".

I was shocked at Kates outburst. I was sure lawyers weren't meant to be flinging abuse like that. But Kate was kinda special. That's probably why we had like her straight away.

So we went to the private area and we waited and we waited and then we waited some more. And finally when I thought I couldn't take it anymore a court clerk came into the room.

"The jury's back", he said, "And they have reached a decision".

We stood up and Jonathan took my hands in his. He looked deep into my eyes and without saying a word he leant gently forward and placed his lips against mine. It wasn't like a sloppy snog or anything. He just let his lips brush against mine for a long moment and then he leant back, his eyes never leaving mine. And I knew then, I knew that whatever that jury said, wherever they decided my future lay, I would always have this moment. This one perfect moment where nothing else mattered but Jonathan and I. They could take him away from me but they could never take our love. And I wouldn't have changed one minute that I had spent with him up until now, not for anything.

"Right, lets go", Jonathan said.

I looked at him and nodded. We left the room and Jonathan and I walked hand in hand towards the courtroom. Towards happiness? Towards heartache? The answer to which was only minutes away. And I was filled with dread.


That is the end of Part 3. The next part will be here quicker I promise. Please give me your feedback on this part of the story.

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