This is a story of friendship, commitment, love and trust. It is not a sex story. However, this story deals with love between two male teenagers. If you are offended by stories involving love between two teenage boys, please do not read this story. There will be some sex scenes in this story; however, sex is not the main theme. If you are under age 18 or 21 or it is illegal to read this story where you live, don't read it. Reproducing this story for distribution without the owner's permission is a violation of that copyright.
I ran after Jason. I have no idea why he got so upset, but I knew Ian must have hit a nerve for him to react as he had.
All I knew was that I was losing him and I felt if I lost Jason, I would lose everything that mattered.
I had almost lost him once. After I hit him I thought for sure that he would never talk to me again.
I never understood why he came to apologize to me. I remembered the moment. I was cleaning the blood off his face as gently as I could.
tears running down his face, I guess because of the pain.
I wanted to tell him how much I loved him, but I couldn't.
A few weeks ago we were talking.
It was one
of those moments when I thought I'd mustered up enough courage to tell
him I was gay and madly in
"Okay, actually, I-I am, uh, I am uh, uh, well, uh I've been spending some time with Claude. We've become good friends, uh, nothing gayish, more like father and sonish."
"Really?" I said, "Nothing gayish?"
"God, no! He's fifty-five, it's not like I'm a perv, I just like him like a Dad and he like I'm his son."
"I usually have dinner with him every Wednesday."
"Would you like to join us? He'd really like that!"
I went along. We had a great evening. Jason seemed a little nervous.
Sort of like I was really meeting his father.
He called him Papa at one point by accident and blushed.
He is so cute when he blushes.
He decided to bake Claude an apple pie and left for the market, leaving me alone with Claude.
You could tell
Claude loves him just like any decent father would love his son.
I was about to confide in Claude, about my love for Jason when he returned.
I lost the moment and my courage.
I had searched for him in all he usual places. He must have come back to the hotel while I was out looking for him.
I went to his room. It was empty.
He had gone. Only a few of his things were left. I lay down on his bed and cried.
In the depths of my despair, it occurred to me that there was no way he could get a flight back to the states on such short notice.
Claude! Of course, Papa Claude! I thought, Jason must be with Papa Claude!
I jumped up from the bed and ran down the stairs as fast as I could.
I turned to run up the hill and there he was!
"Jason! I have something I have to tell you!" I shouted.t was like we were totally in sync, words, thoughts, and feelings!
"What?" we said.
"I'm gay!" We said again in unison.
"And I love you!" We both said at the same time.
We stood and looked at each other for a moment then Jason started to giggle. So did I. I started laughing really hard and so was he.
He just managed to get out "Since ha-ha, ha-ha, when ha-ha?"
I blurted out "Day 1" and continued in my hysterics.
"Me too!" He said.
Have you ever had a situation where you are laughing about something with somebody and you're just laughing, trying to get under control again and you do?
And then when the other person finally gets himself under control, but a few seconds later, for no good reason, you break out in hysterical laughter again?
I think we must have set a record for doing that.
Finally, we calmed down. My sides ached from all the laughter.
I had my arms around Jason's neck and he had his arm's around mine.
Our lips, centimeters
away from a kiss and Jason sentforth-another volley of laughter.
We both erupted
in laughter as we turned to see Ian and Sven standing watching us.
"Hey, Brit. Come here," Jason said quietly. Ian stopped and came over to us.
"Closer," said Jason.
Jason. I really fucked it up, didn't I?"
Then he smiled.
"I can't hate you forever, it's just a Jason thingy.
But I will never forgieeve you for zee week of sleeping in my own bed!
I am Count Fleacula! I VANT YOUR BLOOD!" Ian turned and ran.
"Come back! You can not get away! I knoow vere you sleep!" Jason yelled.
Then he ran after Ian yelling, "Come! My little one. Revenge is mine! Dinner is at hand, foot, face, neck, and other places I can not mention!"
I stood there and looked at Sven, not believing what had just happened.
Sven laughed, "Your face is priceless!"
I threw my hands up, "I can not believe this, oh wait, it's Jason. I can believe it. For over six months, I have been madly in love with this boy. Six months! I have 'dreamed' of just one kiss! Just now, I find out, to my heart's delight that he loves me the same way I love him.
We are millimeters
away from the perfect kiss!"
When we arrived at the restaurant Jason was chasing Ian around the tables like a couple of little kids.
"You're an asshole, Brit!" Jason said.
"Tell me something I don't know, Yank!"
"Once when I was 'sleeping' I popped a boner and you had your eyes fixed on it!"
"You saw me?" Ian said as he turned several shades of red.
"Gotcha, you perv!" Jason giggled, "Of course, I never saw you. I was asleep."
I just took a lucky guess cuz whenever I walk up the stairs, you always make me go first."
We all laughed because the pompous Brit had been caught!
"Okay, okay, but I'm not gay! Maybe a smidgen BI, but definitely not gay!
So, dear boy, are we even?"
"No. You owe
me one more favor. Dinner tonight, dress casual, but nice"
"Just someone Alex and I know and you two don't. By the way, Sven you're invited too and bring Greta."
Jason walked over to his bike and unlocked it. "Well, are you coming?"
God! He looked so radiant.
I walked over and got my bike.
"Where are we going?"
"Just follow me!" he said riding off.
I had no choice, but to follow.
To be continued...