Date: Mon, 18 Aug 2003 17:39:42 -0700 (PDT) From: M D Subject: Silent Violin - Chapter 6 (gay/highschool) Legal Notice: The following story contains descriptions of graphic sexual acts. The story is a work of fiction and has no basis in reality. Although the names of places used DO exist, they are in no way reflected factually in this story. Don't read this story if: * You're not 18 or over, * If it is illegal to read this type of material where you live, * Or if you don't want to read about gay/bi people in love or having sex. The author retains copyright to this story. Placing this story on a website or reproducing this story for distribution without the author's permission is a violation of that copyright. Legal action will be taken against violators. Note: This story will be slow moving, and plot oriented. It is not a porno, though sex will happen. It's a fact of life. Words in between <> are sign language, as text formatting does not support italics. E-mail responses to the story, questions, suggestions, criticism, and comments to: EquinusScorpius@yahoo.com Thanks to all my readers for the feedback so far! THE SILENT VIOLIN CHAPTER 6 Marjorie called ahead to Pizza Hut and ordered pizza for dinner and picked it up on the way home. She drove along, singing along quietly with the radio, the boys in the back seat staring silently out at the passing scenery. After she picked up the pizza, she sighed and clicked off the radio. "Sure smells good, huh boys?" she said, trying to start some conversation. "Come on, why are you so quiet Aiden? So where did you two meet? What class do you have together?" Aiden sighed lightly. "Sorry. I didn't mean to be rude. I'm in Bastian's U.S. History Class." "Isn't that a freshman class?" Marjorie asked, without thinking. "Yeah. I failed it last year. My freshman year wasn't too great for me. Speaking of failing, Bastian, do you think you could help me pass that class this year? Mr. Simmons doesn't like me as it is and I think he'll fail me again this year out of spite." Bastian nodded and patted Aiden's hand. "So what about extracurricular activities? What did you do after school today? Oh, and how was orchestra, Bastian? Did you get in?" Bastian smiled and held two fingers up so she could see them in the rear-view mirror. "Second chair? That's wonderful! I'm sure you'll get first chair when they have try-outs again. And you, Aiden?" "I don't do anything. I'm not really into the whole extracurricular thing." He shrugged. "Oh." Marjorie said, nonplused. Their timely arrival at home precluded any need for awkward conversation. "Here we are. I'll grab the pizzas. You two grab your things." She opened her door, grabbed the pizzas on the seat next to her, grabber her purse and headed for the front door of the house. Bastian grabbed his violin and stuffed the schoolbooks into his messenger bag. He opened his door and turned to make sure Aiden was following before heading up to the house after his mother. Bastian set his things in the living room and turned to help his mother with dinner. He got drinks and plates from the kitchen while she cleaned off the table. They ate quickly, both boys thanking Marjorie for the dinner before she sent them off to do homework. She glanced outside and saw it had begun to snow; there was already an inch or two on the sidewalk outside the bay window. She sat back in a recliner and flipped on the television to the weather channel to see if it was going to be a big storm. It was. Suddenly her cell phone rang. She picked it up, but didn't recognize the phone number. "Hello?" "Marjorie? This is Meg McKennough, Aiden's mother." "Oh, hello Meg. I was just watching the news. Seems this storm is going to be big. We're supposed to get nine inches or more." "Yes, that's why I'm calling. I hate to be a bother and I don't want you to drive in this weather. Do you have room to put Aiden up there? I wouldn't ask." "Of course, Meg. I'm sure Bastian will be happy as well. I'll see him off to school tomorrow too, if there is school. With this snow, who knows? It's no problem, really." "Thank you so much, Marjorie. I really appreciate it. I'd be so worried if you were driving over here. As it is, Shamus still isn't home from work yet." "Well call me if you need to get in touch with Aiden. I'll go let the boys know. Good night, Meg." Marjorie hung up the phone and went to tell the boys. She knocked on Bastian's bedroom door. "Aiden, Bastian?" She called through it. She opened the door and saw both boys looking back at her from the floor. They were stretched out in front oh Bastian's laptop, with their schoolbooks scattered around them. "Your mom just called Aiden." His face fell at this news. "She wants me to come home now?" "No, it's snowing like mad outside, so she asked me to keep you here tonight. That okay with you guys?" The boys looked at each other, identical grins beaming from their faces and high-fived each other. "Yeah, real cool, Ms. B. Thanks so much!" Aiden hopped up from the floor and gave her a hug. "Woohoo!" Bastian followed suit, kissing her cheek. . "This probably means no school tomorrow either! Yeah. One more day of no gym." Aiden pumped his fist in the air and went to look out Bastian's bedroom window. "It's coming down pretty hard outside too. How cool is this?" "I'll leave you two to your own aims. In bed by eleven, okay? Just in case there is school tomorrow. Aiden, do you have something else you can wear to school? Maybe Bastian has something that will fit." She looked disparagingly at the difference in their frames. Aiden, long and lanky; Bastian, shorter and slender. "I don't know if that will work or not, but we'll figure something out. I'm gonna clean up from dinner and read for a while. Good night, boys." She left and closed the door behind her. Aiden smiled widely at Bastian. "This is so cool." Bastian nodded and grinned. He held up his hands and shrugged as if to say: What do you want to do? "Well, we have some homework to do, but if there is no school tomorrow we have all day tomorrow to do it." Bastian shook his head and pointed sternly to the schoolbooks. "Okay, okay, we'll do homework first." Aiden said, grinning sheepishly. They settled down to work and quickly became involved in doing their respective assignments. Aiden sat back from his biology homework and rubbed his eyes with the back of his hands. He let out an enormous yawn and his eyes were caught by the wall of white outside the window. "Damn, Bastian. Look at that!" Together, both boys stood and stared out the window. The snow was coming down like mad. "It must be a blizzard out there or something." Bastian nodded in agreement and put his arm around Aiden's back. He sighed softly, staring out at the white and rested his head on Aiden's bony shoulder. Aiden rested his own head atop Bastian's and they stood there like that for some time. Marjorie found them like that a few minutes later, forgetting to knock on Bastian's door in her haste to tell them lights out. Worry struck deep into her heart as she saw her son and his best friend standing at the window, resting against one another. He's my son, and I'll love him, no matter what. She thought to herself. Quietly she stepped out of the room, closed the door, and knocked on it loudly. The boys whipped apart and she opened the door to find them kneeling innocently on the floor near Bastian's computer. She smiled to herself. "Lights out boys. Even though it doesn't look like you'll have school tomorrow, there's no telling what the plows will do. Hit the sack. I put a new toothbrush in the bathroom for you, Aiden." She turned to go back to her own room, leaving their door open. The boys got up, pushed their books into piles, turned off the computer and headed to the bathroom. Marjorie smiled and got dressed for bed in a long flannel nightgown. "Good night boys." She yelled down the hall. "Good night, Ms. B. Bastian says good night too." Aiden's voice came down the hall, jumbled by toothpaste. Aiden and Bastian brushed their teeth and Bastian helped Aiden wash off his Goth face. That done, they scampered back to Bastian's room and closed the door. "Umm, Bastian? What are we going to do for, you know, sleeping arrangements?" Aiden asked, his freshly scrubbed face blushing bright red. Bastian grinned shyly and gestured to the bed, raising his eyebrows. "Okay with me, Bastian." Aiden grinned cheekily and began to strip out of his clothes. Bastian sat down on his bed, bringing one foot up at a time to take off his shoes, his eyes glued to Aiden. Aiden took off the black, spiked bracelets first then seductively began unbuttoning the sheer shirt. Bastian smiled widely and studied the smooth, freckled chest that was revealed. Aiden's nipples were a delicate pink-orange, like a sunset, Bastian thought, and they were hard with his arousal and the cool air. His shoulders were broad, and heavily freckled; his collarbone made delicious hollows of milky skin at the base of his neck. He bent to undo the complex series of buckles and straps that kept the clunky black boots on his feet. He took off the boots revealing long slender feet clad in white tube socks. He slipped off the tube socks and stuffed them into his boots. Aiden's toes were long and slender, like the rest of him. His hands rose to the black leather belt, and slowly unbuckled it; drawing it through the belt loops and whirling it about his head like a stripper. The black baggy jeans with their strategically placed rips and safety-pins were next, sliding down slender hips and long lanky legs to reveal a pair of black boxers with a skull and crossed-bones motif. The jeans pooled around his feet and he stepped delicately out of them. Clad only in boxers that showed the bulge of his arousal, Aiden came slowly towards the bed. "You like?" He asked seductively, settling on the bed next to Bastian. Bastian nodded emphatically and slid off the bed. He walked a few steps away and turned shyly to face Aiden. Nervously, he brushed his bangs back from his face and then dropped his hands to the woven leather belt. Unbuckled and unbuttoned, the corduroys fell to the floor. Bastian's own arousal was painfully obvious in the form-fitting black boxer-briefs and he tugged the hem of his shirt down to conceal himself. "Its okay, Bastian. Look." Aiden whispered and leaned back. His erection had stretched the fabric down and away from his stomach, revealing a haze of bright orange curls. To Bastian, Aiden's erection looked huge, and his mouth dropped open slightly. Uncomfortable suddenly, Aiden sat up and leaned over his legs. Bastian blushed. He crossed his arms to grab the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head. His skin glowed milky pale in stark contrast to the black boxers and shock of black hair on his head and beneath his arms. Pale pink nipples stuck out from his chest and he shivered in the cool air. His calves were dusted with fine black hairs, but his arms and thighs were smooth. Quickly he came to the bed and kneeled upon the comforter, his arms crossed across his chest. For the first time, Aiden could see the scar across Bastian's throat. He could do nothing but stare in shock at the ragged ridge of scar tissue over the remains of Bastian's Adam's apple. Bastian felt tears come to his eyes as he mistook Aiden's stare for one of disgust and horror. He drew in one hiccuping sob and leapt off the bed, stumbling towards his shirt. He screamed inside his head. I'm ugly, he hates me, how can he possibly love me with that horrible scar. He struggled to hide the scar, fumbling with his shirt. He couldn't see, his eyes blinded by tears. Oh, God, he thought, take me away from all of this. Don't let him see. Aiden snapped out of his daze as Bastian stumbled off the bed. "Bastian, no. Oh, no, Bastian. No." He called out softly. "I didn't mean, Bastian. It's just that I've never seen it before." He slid from the bed to put his arms around Bastian. "I'm sorry, Bastian. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to upset you. I'm sorry." With Aiden's arms around him, Bastian couldn't pull the shirt over his head. They knelt shivering on the floor, tears streaming from both their eyes. Both boys had lost their erections with the high emotions. Aiden's soothing words pierced the terror that surrounded Bastian's heart, and slowly his tears began to stop. We're just a regular mess today; he thought ruefully. All this crying. As if he'd read Bastian's mind, Aiden said, "Man, we sure do cry a lot, don't we. I guess it's all these pent-up emotions. Come on, let's get to bed." Bastian turned in his arms and placed his cheek against Aiden's chest, kissing softly. The boys got up and made their way back to Bastian's bed. Bastian pulled back the comforter and sheet and climbed beneath the covers, holding them open for Aiden to follow. Aiden climbed in as well and reached up to turn off the bedside lamp. The room was plunged into a soft darkness, illuminated only by the moonlight on the falling snow outside. Bastian wrapped his arms around Aiden and laid his head on Aiden's chest again. His warm breath ghosted softly across Aiden's nipple. Aiden hugged him back and closed his eyes. The highly emotional day took its toll on them, and they immediately fell into a deep sleep. Aiden blinked open sleep-crusted eyes and started fearfully at the unfamiliar surroundings. His memory came back to him, and he felt the comfortably warm presence of Bastian next to him. Some time in the night, they had separated and Bastian was curled on his side in a fetal position, his back to Aiden. Aiden sighed happily and sat up quietly. Morning wood was evident in his boxers and he needed to relieve himself severely. He tiptoed across the room and peeked out the door. Marjorie's door was closed and he slipped silently down the hall to the bathroom. He closed the bathroom door behind him and padded across the cold tiles to the toilet, lifted the lid, and tugged down his boxers. His erection slapped his belly, finally freed from its confined. He skinned back his paper-thin foreskin and forced his erection to aim for the toilet bowl. After a few moments, he was able to relax enough to let loose a stream of urine and sighed in contentment. His erection softened and he shook the last drops off before tucking it back in his boxers. He debated on flushing the toilet, not wanting to wake anyone up, but decided it was best that he leave a clean bowl. He flushed, washed his hands, and then peeked out into the hall again. Marjorie's door was still shut so he hurried back into Bastian's room and hopped into bed. He lay down next to Bastian and pulled him into a hug, spooning him from behind. He soon drifted off to sleep again. Marjorie woke from her sleep at the sound of the flushing toilet and heard the running of water and then the patter of bare feet down the hallway. She glanced at her alarm clock, 5:00 AM, it declared in glowing red numerals. She flipped on the radio next to her bed and turned the volume down low. In a few minutes, she heard what she was listening for. All Ulster County schools were closed. The snow had exceeded expectations, amounting to over a foot in some areas. The boys would be happy. She swung her feet out of bed and into some cozy fleece slippers, throwing on a heavy terry- cloth robe. She opened her door and headed down the hall. It was still early, and she wouldn't have to work today either, since schools were closed, but she couldn't sleep after having been woken up. She peeked into Bastian's room and couldn't help but smile at the two boys cuddling beneath the comforter. An arrow of worry struck her, and she hoped the boys hadn't done anything they shouldn't have last night. She had stayed up for a while, ears perked, and hadn't heard much of anything. It's not going to be easy, Bastian, she thought, but I'll help you every way I can. She softly closed the door and headed to the kitchen to make the boys breakfast. Bastian heard the latch on his door snick shut and started awake. His mother! He was instantly worried, but figured she wasn't very upset, since she hadn't come in screaming. Maybe it was just my imagination, or the door closing fully from when Aiden came back to bed, he thought. He settled back into Aiden and fell back asleep; he couldn't help it, Aiden's arm around him made him feel so secure. About an hour later, the smells of cinnamon and vegetarian bacon woke him up again. He felt something prodded his backside, and reached a hand back, firmly grasping Aiden's hard-on before realizing what it was. Damn, it was big. He let go as if scalded and Aiden moaned in his sleep, grinding into Bastian. Bastian felt his on morning hard- on begin to drool in response to Aiden's thrusts and decided he should stop things before they got out of hand. Besides, he didn't want Aiden to be asleep for something like this. He scooted away from Aiden, slithering out of his embrace. Aiden grumbled in his sleep and fondled himself through his boxers. Bastian batted his hand away and nudged his shoulders. Aiden didn't stir, just grumbled again. With a spark of mischievousness and inspiration, he held Aiden's nostrils closed with one hand and placed his lips on Aiden's. Aiden gasped awake, inhaling Bastian's air. Bastian smiled and kissed him on the lips before beckoning him to get up. "Jeesh, that's not funny, Bastian. Don't do that! I thought I was suffocating!" Aiden said, semi-angrily. Bastian got a contrite look on his face and gave Aiden another peck on the lips. He inhaled deeply, and Aiden found himself doing the same. He caught the scent of breakfast on the air. Aiden grinned. "Your mom is so awesome. Is that French toast? And Bacon?" Bastian nodded happily to the first and made a 'sort-of' gesture to the second. Aiden looked puzzled. Bastian just beckoned again. He threw back the covers and ran to the door. Scampering to the bathroom, he smiled and winked. Aiden followed shortly. Bastian stood at the toilet, his hard-on in his hand, trying to pee. He blushed shyly at Aiden, but made no move to cover up. Aiden lips curled into a full-on smile as he got his first look at Bastian's boyhood. The shaft was short but thick and milky pale. The head, engorged with blood was smooth and dark red. Curls of midnight surrounded the base of his shaft, and the waistband of his boxer-briefs was tucked beneath his smooth balls. Aiden stepped into the bathroom, looking guiltily over one shoulder before closing the bathroom door. He hurried over to the commode and stood beside Bastian. He tugged down his own boxers and his cock, hard again, sprung from its nest of orange curls to slap his belly. He was a couple inches longer than Bastian, but slender, and where Aiden's delicate foreskin hugged the head, Bastian was cut. A slight pink scar circumnavigated his shaft an inch below the head. He tugged back his foreskin, revealing a pale pink head, smooth and sensitive. Together they released their urine into the bowl, playing with crossing the yellow streams in a liquid duel. Aiden began to giggle, and he could feel Bastian shaking soundlessly with mirth at his side. Their pee dwindled to a trickle, and both were still semi-hard. Aiden took a deep breath and reached over to shake off Bastian's last few drops. Bastian's knees almost buckled and he returned the favor, causing Aiden to gasp. "Umm, we better stop now. By the smell of things, breakfast is ready and your mom might come looking for us any minute." Aiden said. "Not that I want to stop." Bastian nodded and stroked Aiden's foreskin before releasing his cock, which had risen to full mast again. Aiden gasped again and squeezed Bastian's gently as payback, then pulled his boxers up. He placed his lips on Bastian's and sucked gently at his lower lip. Bastian pulled him to him to kiss back, and then broke the kiss, pulling his boxer-briefs back into place. He pushed Aiden away gently and flushed the toilet with one foot before marching Aiden towards the sink. They washed their hands and returned to Bastian's room. "Umm, Bastian, what am I supposed to wear? I can't let your mom see me in my boxers." Bastian tapped on his chin for a moment and then searched through his closet. He produced a pair of sweatpants and a T-shirt and threw them to Aiden. Aiden climbed into Bastian's clothes and Bastian threw on a pair of sleeping pants and a terry-cloth robe. Bastian's sweats were small on Aiden, coming only to mid-calf, but the shirt, which must have been huge on Bastian, hung nicely off Aiden's shoulders. Bastian grabbed Aiden's hand and led him through the house towards the kitchen. He let it go with a squeeze as he saw his mother setting the dining room table. With surprise he saw she had brought out the cloth napkins, good silver, and fine china. Crystal goblets were filled with freshly squeezed orange juice, and a silver platter held a heap of French toast, powdered with confectioners' sugar and dripping with warm maple syrup. Another platter held bacon and vegetarian bacon, separated by a wall of grease- stained paper towels. Scrambled eggs were fluffy in a bowl, still steaming in the cool air. "Wow, Ms. B. You sure know how to make a guy feel welcome." Aiden said. Marjorie started at his voice and smiled widely. "Good morning, boys. Happy snow-day!" She laughed at their overjoyed expression. Bastian hugged his mother tight and signed, . He grinned at her and pecked her cheek, showing he appreciated it nevertheless. . She signed back and kissed him on the cheek. "Have a seat, and dig in, guys. There's plenty of food." They all sat down and began to fill their plates. Aiden went for the bacon and paused. "Why are there two kinds of bacon?" Marjorie laughed lightly. "Oh, Bastian didn't tell you? He's vegetarian. The bacon on the left is vegetarian. That's why he only ate cheese pizza last night, while you and I had the pepperoni." "Oh, that's cool. I didn't know." Aiden said, and snagged a piece of each type. He tried the vegetarian bacon, and his eyes widened. "Hey, this is pretty good. You can hardly tell it's not real bacon." Bastian nodded happily and crunched on a piece. They all ate heartily, the boys having seconds and thirds of the French toast. Marjorie knew it was Bastian's favorite breakfast food, and found out it was Aiden's as well. The food was soon gone but for a slice of French toast, two slices of bacon, and some scrambled eggs. Bastian and Aiden began to clear the table and Marjorie smiled gratefully at them. "Thank you, boys." Just then, a shrill ring came from the living room and she went to get her cell phone off the charger. It rang again, and she pressed the answer button. "Hello?" _______________ To Be Continued. I know, I know. Another cliffhanger. Doncha just hate it! Hehehe. Tune in next time!