Date: Thu, 01 Aug 2002 13:35:56 +0000
From: fellhere@hotmail.com
Subject: A story: part 2

Sorry for no real introduction in the first chapter. But if you have any
comments on this, do drop an email at fellhere@hotmail.com. I will be glad
to hear of constructive criticism and such. Thank You.

A story part 2.

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If you are under 18, please do not continue to read this chapter.
+This chapter does not contain sexually explicit content+

mike looked up at me with a concerned look and questioned me with his eyes.
i just replied a 'tired, don't ask' look and he understood it completely. we
kept the books on trigo up in his shelf, and he decided to bring up some
bagels to eat in his room, while i uploaded bjork's post onto the cd machine
and let myself listen, carefree and wondrously lightweight. music was always
my thing, and something like bjork always made me relaxed and calm. he came
back up not too long, just before army of me was starting.

'eat up honey, or u'll be late for dinner at home.'
'well babe, i don't have two mouths u can obviously see, so why not pass me
the cream cheese so i can get it over and done with?'

it was a comfortable silence in which we ate in, and mike started a
conversation which i was very, very shocked to hear. firstly, i never knew
he could hold on to an intellectual discussion, secondly, i didn't expect
him to talk so openly about it with me. but i think it was inevitable, and
what he was about to say was very pertinent to me and him.

'so, can i be u like come over every week to hang out with me and coach me
in math??'
'oh, so now i know u got close to me. to mooch off me eh?' i said
goodnaturedly to him. he playfully punched my shoulder. 'yeah, that and anna
too. but anyways, seriously, can u? i really want u here, to help me with
math. yeah.' the last part of the sentence seemed to come as an
afterthought, but i ignored the repercussions of it, and instead just
nodded. he whooped, yawned, and then fell back to bed.

'man, i feel like sleeping... am so shagged.'
'babe, u aint gotten laid yet.'
'whatever, u taking a snooze or not?'
'yeah, i guess so.', as i yawned rather loudly. math is torturous truly.

i fell back right beside him in the bed, and he was very very forthright in
his doings: he immediately came nearer to me and snuggled up directly to me,
with his arms loosely draped across my chest. 'please don't say anything.
this feels good.' he whispered into my ear, making my hairs at the back of
my neck stand up. he was that close. i looked at him closely, he was looking
up expectantly, and well, i shrugged and let him hold me. i really didn't
know whether this friendship was going to go into jamesian territory, or
whether he needed someone to comfort him.


all the way through the next month, we went through similar routines. i'd go
over to his house on tues to study with him, and always ended up on his bed
snoozing from 5-7. and everytime he would snuggle up, sleep, then i sleep,
he wakes, i wake, he gives a knowing smile, i smile back, then i leave the
house. it was almost as if we were having an illicit affair, minus the sex.
it was awkward, but i tried to be nice. and it was getting easier. shields
were going down rather easily for me, his calm and easy demeanor was a
strength, and the fact that he was unashamed of being a friend in school
with me made me favor him even more. he was easily going into my top 10, and
i was dead scared about it.

well, james was a usual bitch abt it, but i soothed him by spending more
time with him during weekends, and he was content on that. however, he still
was very cold against mike, and i realized that if i told him about my thing
with mike, he was gonna explode. it was not good. this illicit affair i was
having with mike. even my friends knew the new addition, and though they
were cold at first, they realized, just like me, that he was actually
capable of intellect, and could carry a conversation. they were warming up
to me, and when mitch starts turning to someone else to bitch, u know he's
fine with being a friend.

but things were going on way too smoothly. until a sunny little wed. his
minions from his jock status came back to haunt me instead. in the library.
and that was when all the 'fun began.'

'so,' in a rather soft and threatening voice, one of his friends, jack,
said, 'so little stuck-in-his-own-shit boy decides to get all gooey with
mike. how sweet.'
'well, at least i had shit to stick into. i'd prefer that than a vacuum at
where my brain's at.' i said coolly off. i wasn't asking for trouble, but
that was me. frank and sarcastic. i could probably handle him. a normal boy
does not equal to that of a weak one.

he clenched his fists and whispered out loud, 'listen u fucking pansy boy, i
know u've got the hots for mike. if u dare lay ur hands on him, u are dead
meat. get it?'
'well, if u want him for yourself, go ahead. he and i are just friends.
unlike someone, i do not have the hots for mike.'
he blushed in the most improbable time. he just looked at me menacingly and
went back to his studies.

i told mike about this in the afternoon, and i guessed the moment my mouth
said it out to him, the minions immediately made life more difficult for me.
but the main problem was that because i was way too obscure in the school, i
didn't have casualties. and the event occurring on that fri pretty much
reduced the 'attacks' on me.

stupid jack decided that i had to be taught a manly lesson and cornered me
in the bathroom while i was taking a leak. i usually don't close my cubicle
doors when i piss, and he simply slammed it against me, and took me
unawares. my face just hit the wall, with blood oozing out of my lip. he
then manhandled me and took me by the collar and pushed me against the wall.
but he was not to be.

i love self defence. my dad taught me that when i was younger. on instinct,
i took my left hand and gave it a hard push towards his gut. it hit squarely
on target and he naturally cringed in pain. i then turned towards him and
hit him where it hurt most. he yelped and totally became a wuss. he was on
the floor, writhing and screaming in pain. the thing abt them jocks is that
never fight with them for too long. they have the strength. u don't. hit
them where it hurts most, and they usually can't retaliate.

with that, i took him now instead by the collar, and hissed, 'if u ever dare
pull that shit on me, i won't be that nice. get it?' he whimpered silently
in consent, and i left the restroom looking as dignified as i possibly
could. i didn't tell mike about it, and from the look of it for the entire
week after that, no one knew, and jack was a non issue anymore.

but the mike issue was still there.

it was a warm tues when i was over to his house. instead of sitting down to
do math immediately, mike actually asked me if i wanted to sleep instead
first, since he was really tired. i was ok with it, since i had pe in the
morning and was really really tired. however, this time, he actually took
off all his clothes except his boxers, and i decided to follow suit. but
thinking that we were actually close to naked, he won't snuggle up to me. i
was beginning to enjoy it, and was rather disappointed initially. but
instead, he came up to me still, bare skin touching bare skin, and snuggled
into me, and was in a few moments asleep.
the intimacy was unbearable and weird all together, and i was way too
confused. but sleep overtook me.

this time however, i woke up first, rubbing my eyes to see the time. when i
finally rubbed my eyes and turned to look at the clock above his door, i
gave a slight little yelp. ok. not slight. rather loudly. his father was
standing there, grinning. when he saw i was awake, he just smiled and
whispered, 'sorry. continue sleeping.' and left. god. this was brilliant.

another mr. tyler. and from the way it looked, this was SCANDALOUS. we were
naked, (the comforter made it look like we were totally naked, and mike was
hugging me totally. in fact, when i yelped, he had just grabbed me closer
and snuggled in more contentedly. this was not good.) i immediately woke up
and went to change to his clothes.

during math, i was rather messed up and even mike noticed it. 'what's up
dude, u seem off today, something bothering-' he was cut off by the door
knocking and his dad coming over. 'erm, seth, can i see u about something?'
well, i was more than embarrassed, but nodded and went to his study.

it was nice and cosy, with nice warm oak furniture. it reminded me of old
school libraries, and smelt of that totally. he looked at me from behind the
table, and smiled benignly. i squirmed.

'well, now i know that u and mike are finally together, no, no, u wait for
me to say it all out first my dear boy.' he added when i looked like i was
going to protest. i quailed, and waited. 'today's ah, incident, just showed
it. look, i know mike's gay and in love with u, and i am glad that u are
too, so there. but don't go around having unsafe sex with my son. and
seriously, i'd wish u were all virgins before 21.'

to say i was shell-shocked would be an understatement. i stood there
processing, hardly understanding whatever he was saying after that. i was
jolted awake by his rather loud question of, 'so, what are u going to do?'
well, i simply put up what i was going to say anyways: 'sir, i understand
now that mike likes me that way, but sir, what u saw today was merely a
coincidence. we did not have sex sir. and sir, just a last remark. if u
didn't tell me what u told me today, i would never have known that mike has
feelings for me.'

now it was his turn to become all clammy. but  i decided to mend the
situation a little bit before it spun out of control: 'but sir, i feel that
ur son and i have a connection which is there and strong, and i will not
deny if there is any progression from there onwards, but u would have to
forgive me if i like pussy, no, i mean women, instead.' that was a slip, and
he caught it, and grinned. phew. no damage done.

'well well, seth, not that i abhor vulgarities, but no such thing in my
house eh?' he wagged a finger at me with a grin. 'yessir!' but then his face
changed back to serious again, 'well, it seems then i did some things i was
not supposed to say, but don't tell anything to mike about this conversation
we had, cuz i don't want him to be put in a spot, nor you either. if he
wants to tell you, he will have to do it himself, not through his dad.'

and i did just that. i told him his dad wanted me to talk to him about his
latest accqusition of a book (urban crisis) and left it at that. he just
shrugged, and continued doing his math. well, i was ok i guess, but the
shock was still coursing through my vein, though him snuggling up to me
pretty much cushioned it.

now the question i had to ask myself was whether i was happy shocked, or
shell shocked. i didn't know what i was experiencing.


Ever since the jack incident, mike made sure that he walked me out and to
school no matter what, and i wasn't complaining. my friends weren't too, cuz
they kinda liked the new addition. in fact, michele was getting so hooked
on, poor girl, she was most likely gonna develop a
oh-he-is-so-cute-but-i-can't-get-him-so-pity-me crush. this was not good.
but basically, no one suspected anything (if there was any in the first
place, yet.) and enjoyed his company.

but the fact remained that he was becoming james-like, smiling and grinning
weirdly and always around me whenever he could be. even a blind person like
me(before 10, if i don't get my hot lemon tea, i become blind. seriously.)
could notice that he was sneaking glances and trying to make contact with me
by brushing his hand, or putting his arm around my shoulder. the thing that
really surprised me was when he and i were walking down the school corridor
when he had his arm around me and actually pulled me in to tell me a secret,
and we looked awfully close. Two girls passed by us goggling and staring,
and i felt rather uncomfortable.

'hey, i think those girls there think that i am your boyfriend or something.
did you see the way they were staring at us?'
'well, let them think what they want to think then. what i do with you has
got nothing to do with them.' and he adamantly walked on, with his arm even
more tighter against my shoulder.

i was trying to avoid all the signs, but it came crashing down on a friday
afternoon, just before the end of the school day. he had messaged me on the
phone talking weird stuff, and i was trying to balance the messages, talking
to my friend about geography (yes, indeed, malthus and boserup have so many
differences and seems that their main difference was that of technology) and
listening to my teacher, Mr. Endel talk about it seemlessly.

Then when i was down to 'The Neo-Malthusian theories', he messaged me a
really weird message.
[do you wanna be my boyfriend?]
i typed back. [excuse me? is this some sort of April the 24th joke? not
funny. :P]
within minutes, he replied back. [no. seriously. i like u a lot. and i do
mean that. can u be my boyfriend? please. -pleading-]
this was getting too serious for my brain. i took a breather, and typed back
in.
[how serious are u abt this? this is not funny, it's abt ur sexuality?
haven't you considered that i could just out u in a sec?]
i waited. it took a while. [i know u ain't that kinda person. and it's
really serious. where are u?] [in geography now. my homeroom.]

[wait there.]

he arrived in my room 10 minutes after that, produced an exemption letter
from me, (god knows how he did it) and dragged me out of class 30 minutes
before lesson ended. 'come with me.' and he simply took a cab with me down
to his house. straight into his room. then sat me down on the bed. and took
my hand.

'would u be my boyfriend seth?'
'er, well, erm, it's all very sudden isn't it?'
'well, i know u ain't blind seth, so don't lie. please. if u don't like me,
say it outright. and leave it at that. cuz hell i know i have been dropping
enough hints for u to pick up.' he paused. 'from day one u stepped into the
hall i had to have u. You were perfect, and i wanted u to see it too. but i
guess ur attitude prevented it from happening. but i really like u seth. I
like u the way u are, ur no compromises attitude, yet caring and devoting
personality. and i really want to see a chance with u. but if u don't want
to, straight or not, i understand.'

all that with his hand on mine and looking straight at me with his eyes.

i sighed. i had too many things on my brain. but deep down i knew what i
really wanted. he looked up at me expectantly; i felt this bursting feeling
in my heart. it was weird. but i took a deep breath, and said, 'well, i
won't say i don't like u, hell i like u, but whether it's the way u want me
to swing, part of me says yes, part of me says no. u get it?' he nodded,
waiting for me to go on. 'it's just, what's gonna happen? what abt James? am
i a double standard holder? why u? am i gay? there are so many questions
boiling now that need to be answered. but i guess, deep down, and i think u
knew it, which is why u asked me,' his face turned brighter all of a sudden,
'well, i won't mind giving it a try.'

there. i said it. all in a whisper. one short breath. what i really felt.
and it felt good.

mike immediately hugged me and said, 'thank you.' before literally dragging
me to bed with him and sleeping. 'we need a good sleep, hon.' and snuggled
up to me once again. 'good evening then.' he then proceeded to kiss me
lightly on the cheek.

i shuddered involuntarily and he backed off quite scaredly, but i pulled him
closer to me, and comforted him with the sheer physical touch. so we slept,
now boyfriends. this was new. way too new for me to understand.

i think when u are afraid things tend to go around u in slow motion.
Whatever that's going around u gets warped in this time dimension that only
u seem to be in. And that was exactly the thing i felt when we had sat down
to do math. He seemed to take my acceptance into due stride, and was very
respecting of my space still, doing things only which i was comfortable
with. I was grateful for that, cuz i was not sure if i could handle the
physical intimacy if it came.

He had sat right down beside me on the bed and i could feel the heat emanate
from him. Every now and then, he would smile at me and just laugh. All i
could do was to smile back, but there was this tension in the air, which i
think i made just around myself. He wasn't behaving like a kid in the candy
store, so it was relatively easier for me to handle the situation.

Halfway through the session, he asked me if i wanted a coke and i affirmed
it. He then went down and got it. a minute later, he came back and set the
cokes down on the bedside table and then came to me, and slouched his arms
lazily on my shoulders and placed his chin on my shoulder. This was
comfortable intimacy. And i kinda liked it. 'Hey, take a break and drink
some cola first hon.'

I let him lead him with his hand to the bedside, where he plonked me down
and then proceeded to sit on my lap and opened up the cokes for me and him
to drink. I hugged him from behind and felt safe, wanted. I opened my mouth,
acting as if i wanted him to feed me the coke. He looked at me haughtily,
and said, 'hey it's enough the fact that i am giving u a lap dance, and now
u want me to feed u. how kinky is that?' and winked at me. I blushed of
course, and suddenly couldn't think of a repartee to get back at that.

However, he simply drank some of the coke, and did something which was well,
shocking. (I do tend to use that word a lot, no?) He planted his lips on
mine and proceeded to ask for entry. Some part of my brain said yes, and i
felt the gush of cold fluid pass through his mouth to my tongue to my mouth
to my gullet. Wow. It felt good. Really good. I was flushed when we finished
the 'transmission', and looked back at him, as if asking for more. Wow. That
was just like the best. He simply laughed and kissed me fully on the lips.
This however, wasn't a makeout session, and i would leave the details to
myself to ponder over. But no, we didn't have sex and it wasn't passionate.

The next day, when we were in school, i was in a usual dazed state without
my daily fix. As if boyfriends have telepathic powers, he greeted me with a
chirpy state, which i totally hate, but i changed when i saw that he brought
for me a cup of hot lemon tea. I mumbled a thanks before i took a sip,
feeling my heart finally, properly beating for a day's work. He put his arm
around my shoulder and then led me to my homeroom. Where he left me with a
quiet, 'will miss ya. see ya later at break.'

mitch was bitching to me about the intricacies of my principal's bald patch
and all the other bald people in the world, but i was busy doing my own
thinking. Mike and i had never considered the fact of how we would behave in
school. We both didn't want to make it known to the world; in fact, we just
wanted our own piece of haven, and he was pretty satisfied with our weekly
meetings. But i decided, as a good boyfriend, to make it a daily thing, and
he willingly accepted, though, being a good boyfriend, he said that we
should have also gone to my house. Which was perfectly acceptable to me.
What was not was that we had to keep this from my closest friends, which
included james.

'ay, earth to seth. earth to seth!!!!'
'huh? yeah?'
'You've been ignoring me this whole time!' whined mitch, then proceeded to
ignore me and went to talk to sarah instead.

Talk about tactlessness.


It became now a daily ritual, for him to wait for me at school in the
morning, then for us to wait for each other when we ended school. The only
subjects we both took together were literature and math. But we behaved
normally, as how guys would do, and nothing happened. Then after school, we
would mutually wait, then decide to go either his or mine house. I preferred
his house (the climate there was so much better) but we would simply bask in
each other's company, snuggle up and cuddle, and make out, but never more
than petting. Sex wasn't in sight yet, progress was made, but i began to see
him on an emotional level. I saw him as an equal, and talking to him made me
feel so much more better, and special.

It was the last day of school and we were at his house, with him lying down
next to me, with his head on my chest, and my arms around his waist. His
hair smelled of his shampoo and i sniffed in his fragrance. He seemed
content to just draw patterns on my abs, across my t shirt. Then, he just
looked up at me, and said, 'What a term huh?' 'i guess so... with all
this happening and all.' A slight smile came to my mouth, and he noticed it.
He simply smiled again and pecked me on the cheek. I saw his uncomfortable
position and immediately pulled him upright, and let his two legs lie on my
thighs, so that i was looking at him and he was at me, and that he was
straddling me. He wrapped his legs around my waist, and our foreheads
touched.

'So, hon, wanna go for a date this holiday?'
'oh, i never thought u would ask me that, mr. mikey pikey.'
'what IS that nickname? it sounds horrid!'
'it's mine for u, and no one else can get it.'
'yeah yeah, but ya know what seth?'
'what'
'i love ya.'

With that sentence i was floored. The intensity hit me just like that. He
didn't seem to notice, because after that, he simply hugged me and snuggled
at the crook of my neck and proceeded to gimme something like a hickey on my
neck.

Oh boy, this relationship was getting deeper than I expected it to be.