Date: Thu, 30 Oct 2003 03:07:59 +0200 From: Fridge Freezer Subject: Stars Copyright by Prasan Nundlal, AKA Fridge Freezer, october 2003. This story has been submitted to Nifty under their guidelines. No part of this story may be submitted or archived by anyone without written permisson from the author... That's me! If you are offended by stories that involve love/sex between two teenage boys then go away. If it's illegal in your state then move somewhere where it is legal and then read the story. This story is a work of fiction and the characters are people in my head that fight over who gets to control my body. I'll explain later... Any feedback is welcome, good, bad or inbetween : fridgefreezer@webmail.co.za Stars Chapter 1 The alarm went off at exactly 6:15 AM. That gave Charlie 45 minutes to get ready and get to the arcade where he'd agreed to meet his friend, Seth, the previous day. He rolled around under his blankets and stretched his sleepy muscles into consciousness... It was the first day of summer vacation and next year he'd be in the 10th grade. The night before was a crazy celebration, an evening never to be forgotten. He and his classmates had arranged to go wild at the local mall with the intention of raiding the place like a pack of savages. They descended like rabid mongrels, walking straight from school 2 blocks to the mall where they watched movies, ate way too much and played way too many video games. The kind of stuff most 14 year old kids do every day! But, that wasn't the point. It was more about spending time with the people he had gotten closest to over the last 2 years. Next year they'd all be split up due to subject choices and different courses. Most of them were going away with their folks for the summer vacation and the only ones left now were Charlie, Seth and Michelle. Charlie unraveled himself from the complex chrysalis he'd wrapped himself in while asleep. He slid out from under the blankets and stood up, stretching again, arching his back. He glanced down at the bed and noted that it looked neat enough to pass for almost made. His gaze wandered down to his feet and then to his tummy... which was rumbling. "Time for breakfast, Charlie. But first..." he said to himself. He walked over to the window and drew open the light, baby blue, curtains and stared down at the street below. Nothing moved. There wasn't even a breeze to rustle to leaves on the cherry blossom tree at the far corner of the front lawn. He headed for the door with his towel and some undies wrapped up under one arm. The towel was rolled up around his clean, cotton boxers, but expertly hid the box of Marlboros he'd bought the night before along with his silver lighter, which he got from Seth. He walked out into the hallway and crept toward his mother's bedroom door. It was ever so slightly ajar, so he decided to check in on her. Through the tiny crack he could just make out the shape of his mother's sleeping figure. Charlie's mother worked really late sometimes and only got home long after he was already asleep. He didn't mind though, and it certainly didn't make him yearn for her presence. The truth was that they were both pretty independent and enjoyed each other's company whenever the opportunity arose. Their common link was their intrinsic need to please, which meant that they had never argued about anything before. They had the kind of relationship most kids wish they had with their folks. Charlie whispered, "G'morning mom," and walked to the end of the hallway to the bathroom. Once inside he swung both the windows above the bathtub wide open. A warm, dry gust flushed through the window and caught Charlie in the face. He hated summer. Especially where he lived. It was always hot and humid. It was torture for him! He felt the warm air break against his chest and realised that he wasn't wearing a shirt. He decided that it had probably slipped off while he was asleep and proceeded to drop his boxers to the floor. For a fleeting second, as he walked toward the basin, he caught a glimpse of his naked body in the full-length mirror on the wall across from the tub. Charlie never cared much for his appearance, but you'd never know it to look at him. He was one of the lucky few who never needed much grooming to look beautiful. His hair was a soft mop of golden blonde and light brown, which came with a built-in bedhead effect and made him sexier than anyone his age should ever be! His skin was smooth and even-toned in an almost unbelievably perfect tan. He was kinda' short for his age, but only a little and made up for it with his wide shoulders which complimented his narrow waist. His body had begun it's voyage through puberty and there were wisps of soft hair around his cock and on his loose, swinging scrotum. Speaking of which, Charlie wasn't one of those oversized oafs, like the guys on the football team, and he was damn pleased about that! Even though he had never paid too much attention to his growing body he was completely satisfied with what he had. His most captivating feature, however was further up. Above his flat tummy, his hard nipples, his solid shoulders and soft neck. Above his pouty lips which curled slightly upward in the corners and above his button nose. His eyes were a magnificent blue. The kind you expect to see on the clearest beaches of the Carribean. They were full and deep and powerful. They had brought people to tears, just by staring into them. Charlie had the most beautiful eyes... Charlie looked at himself in the mirror on the medicine cabinet and then splashed some water from the running tap onto his face. It cooled his smooth skin and refreshed his tired mind, a feeling that pleasured him immensely. He HATED the heat. He brushed his teeth and inspected them in the mirror before walking over to the bathtub. He lit a cigarette and sat on the corner of the bathtub next to window, smiling softly to himself as he thought about the night before. Charlie was a good kid, for the most part, and turned down the offers of weed and alcohol he got from his friends. He kept his grades up and his teachers loved him. He was the kid who knew everybody and nobody was beneath him or not worthy of his attention. But the fun of last night was highlighted by a tender moment, the likes of which he had always hoped would fall upon him someday. It punctuated the evening with a blinding hue of love. His first kiss, the way he had always imagined. Well, almost... He flicked the ash off the cherry of his cigarette and took another long, slow drag. He had never had a girlfriend before, but he didn't think it weird at all. He just figured he would find the right person eventually. He wasn't the type to rush things for the sake of sexual gratification, a belief which often got him laughed at by his buddies. He didn't care though. He knew what he wanted. Romance and love, not lust and shagging. The cigarette burned itself down slowly as the memories rushed into him. He sucked down what was left of the cigarette and threw the butt out the window. Things were changing, and Charlie loved changes. He was starting to think that the only reason he had never had a girlfriend was because he really didn't like them. Well, apart from Michelle, his best friend since the 2nd grade. Yes... he was almost certain that his romantic interests rested entirely on one boy. The only person who had ever illicited thoughts of pleasure and cardinal delight in his still innocent mind. He stepped into the shower and opened only the cold water tap. The cool water greedily clung to his smooth, firm body and rolled slowly over the perfect curve of his butt and swept lovingly down his crack. It flowed gently down his chest and tummy and over his crotch and split down his inviting thighs. When he was satisfied that he was nothing less than squeaky-clean he hopped out and toweled himself off before slipping on his purple checked boxers and walking back to his room to get dressed. He was going to pay particular attention to his appearance today. He wanted to look his best for Seth... Chapter 2 (the night before) Seth motioned to Charlie and Michelle to break away from the crowd so that they could go off together, alone. Michelle hooked her arm into Charlie's and walked toward Seth who was standing a few metres away from the pizza joint on the lower level of the mall where their entire class was pigging out on pepperoni pizza. "What do you think about taking in another movie?'" he suggested. "Another one?!" yelled Michelle, obviously bored sick of sitting in theatres. "Actually, it sounds pretty good. Two is never enough and the night, she is still young!" joked Charlie. "Whatever, just don't expect me to stay awake much longer," said Michelle, glancing at her watch. "10:01, we should just about make it for the late show." "Then let's get out of here before we're kicked out because of that pack of animals!" said Seth, smiling. Michelle hooked her other arm in Seth's and the trio took the elevator to the uppermost floor which housed the movie theatre and arcade. They hurriedly purchased tickets, popcorn and slushies and took their seats in the absolute middle of the darkening theatre. The choice of film fell to Charlie when Michelle and Seth had mentioned that they'd already seen everything. Since he wasn't a regular moviegoer his love for comic books came to the fore and he selected DareDevil, who happened to be his favourite superhero. The theatre was, unsurprisingly, empty and Michelle mentioned that the airconditioning must be busted because she was freezing her ass off. Charlie offered her his denim jacket, which she accepted, and they sat with Charlie flanked by his best friends. As the trailers rolled they talked about what they were going to do during their 6 weeks of vacation. By the time the movie started though Michelle was falling asleep and very early into in she passed into slumber, curled up on her seat. Charlie watched closely as the story of his childhood hero unfurled on the screen before him and he noted the excellent choice that was made for the young Matt Murdock, a beautiful boy who made him squirm around in his seat for a while. Then it was the turn of Ben Affleck, strutting around in those tight, red leather pants showing off his more than ample package to a wide-eyed Charlie. Charlie also noticed that occasionally Seth would turn his head slightly and stare at him in a funny way. He thought it was because he was making weird faces, which he always did when he watched movies and let it pass without comment. Somewhere around the middle of the movie Seth turned to face Charlie and leaned in to whisper in his ear... "I've always thought you were beautiful, but tonight I can't explain what I'm feeling." "Dude, what are you talking about?" Charlie said, trying to sound amazed. The truth of the matter was that Charlie also found Seth attractive, but he had never mentioned it because he was afraid he would alienate his friend. Both of them were pretty openminded; they're hairdresser was gay, but Charlie was just unsure about how Seth would react and so put it at the back of his mind. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said anything, please don't be mad or feel weird or anything, it was a mistake... Sorry." Charlie furrowed his brow in a curious and loving way and whispered, "It's OK, buddy. But, can we talk about this later?" Charlie leaned over slowly and softly kissed Seth on the lips. Seth was clearly in shock and tried his best to kiss Charlie back, but ended up rolling in a fit of laughter! "I'm sorry, but this is so weird! I've thought about what it'd be like to kiss you before, but I never expected it to happen!" "Yeah, yeah, save it for later, I'm missing the movie. And don't pretend you didn't like it either!" said Charlie, trying to sound cute... and succeeding. "I won't," said Seth. He reached out and took Charlie's hand in his and they sat back to enjoy the movie together... Chapter 3 (06:54 AM the next day) Seth stood outside the arcade which was down the street from Charlie's place. He looked at his watch and then leaned against the wall, waiting for his friend to arrive. The streets were strangely empty on this Saturday morning and he hadn't seen a single car drive by that corner since he had got there 5 minutes ago. He flicked his head sideways to get his hair out of his eyes and fondled the ring on his finger, the one Charlie had given him. The engraving read "Lost Forever, Found Together". He didn't know what it meant, but he always wore it simply because it was a gift from Charlie. He remembered that Michelle had a similar ring but hers read, "Legally Certifiable". Charlie was in the habit of giving very specific gifts. At that moment a white BMW drove around the corner and the lady in the passenger seat stared at him as they drove by. He wondered what she must be thinking about this kid standing on a corner at nearly 7 AM, dressed like he's at a never-ending funeral. Seth's appearance disguised what could only be described as a warm and friendly, but very complicated person. His chosen dress theme was typical Goth fare. Thick silver chains hung from the loops on his tight black denims. His upper body was covered with a long sleeved, tight fitting, black T-shirt. His hair was dyed black and his left ear had 3 piercings at the very top. The spike bracelets on his wrists pretty much sealed his appearance as a child of the night. Dragging himself away from his thoughts he looked up to see Charlie approaching him from the right, almost hopping with excitement. "Hey, Mr., what are you hanging around on street corners for?" asked Charlie. "Waiting for kids like you to walk by so I can follow you and do unspeakable things to them in the bushes!" shot back Seth, a smile slowly forming on his boyish face. "Well what are we waiting for? I see a fine lookin' shrub right over there," said Charlie, pointing toward the park a little further down the street. They began walking, very slowly, to the park and it would have been obvious to anybody that might have seen them that they looked strangely right, walking side by side. Seth was a couple of inches taller than Charlie with similarly wide shoulders, but his waist was slightly rounder. Seth wasn't very active, but he still looked good. Charlie had commented that Seth had a, "really cool tummy". That was almost 2 years ago, when the two had slept in the same tent together on a school outing. Seth held the appearance of a real kid. His tummy had a layer of puppy fat that made him look almost like a really tall 10 year old. His features were soft and comforting; he had the type of face that invited you to talk to him. Seth, unlike Charlie always spent a lot of time staring at himself in the mirror, not because he was conceited though. Along his left shoulder and up to his jaw ran a scar that he had acquired only a few years earlier. It was healing well, but he insisted on covering it up as best as possible which meant polo necks and collars most of the time. Charlie and Michelle were the only people other than his doctor and his folks that had seen his scar. The two walked and talked until they found a bench to sit down on. Charlie lit a cigarette and stared into Seth's grey eyes. Seth had noticed that Charlie had parted his hair and combed it to absolute perfection, but hadn't mentioned it yet. "What's all this about?" he said as he ruffled Charlie's hair. "Hey, quit it! I just wanted to make myself look a little less wild," replied Charlie. "Take it from somebody who knows... You don't need to do anything to impress me. If you like me then you'll stay the way you are, forever." "I wish I could," laughed Charlie, "and now that you mention it. About last night..." "Um... yeah." "Well, let's not let it get in the way of our friendhship, OK? Maybe we should just forget about it?" "Forget...? Actually I was sorta' hoping that we could..." "Sort of hoping that we could what?" "I'm not really sure. Just talking about this is freaking me out." "Then don't talk about it," said Charlie smiling with simple understanding. They sat side by side for a while, neither wanting to meet the eyes of the other. The ducks and swans were waking up and swimming around the lake a few hundred feet ahead of them. Charlie noticed that the sun was struggling to get up this morning and thought to himself, "You're not fooling anyone by pretending to be sleepy, so you might as well just get up already!" Seth looked up to the cloudless sky and then lowered his gaze to the treetops where birds and squirrels would be nesting. The park was beautiful in the morning light and he resolved to come back by himself sometime, to take in the scenery. After a long while Charlie piped up, "Still having those dreams?" "Yeah, but they're not as bad as they used to be." "What does your shrink say?" "What he always says! You're making great progress young man!" "Don't you think you are?" "I never do." They sat again, in silence. Until Charlie's stomach broke the silence with a loud and very hard to hide rumble. He still hadn't eaten breakfast and was starting to get ravenous. "Wanna' get something to eat?" asked Seth. "DUH!" replied Charlie, and the two walked off in the direction if Michelle's house, which was about 2 blocks away. Michelle's place was the usual meeting place for the gang because it was almost equidistant from both Charlie's and Seth's. Last summer they had spent hours lying in bed together with nothing to do but sleep. Their friendship was one of total surrender and comfort. They had never been ashamed or afraid to speak their thoughts and sleeping together was just as innocent as Charlie's eyes. Seth's walk was one that expressed power and stature. He took long, deep strides that accentuated his hips. Charlie, on the other hand, had never quite mastered the art of ambulation. He sometimes slouched, sometimes went too fast, occasionally dragged his heels and very often forgot which leg was next and fell over. They seemed like complete opposites, but that couldn't be farther from the truth. They rounded a corner and turned to face the large iron gate and buzzer that led into Michelle's front yard. Seth hit the button and after about a minute a reply came from a very sleepy Michelle, "Who izit? Whaddya' want?!" "We love you too, baby!" yelled Charlie. "Freaks! It's like... 7:45! I should be in bed..." "Then go back to bed, see if we care," said Seth, trying to sound hurt. "OK." They waited for the gate to open... but it didn't! Charlie fingered the little green button repeatedly until a very annoyed Michelle came on. "What NOW?!" she shrieked. "Let us in, stupid," replied Seth. "Oh yeah!" The gated buzzed and clicked and swung open letting the two on the street into the home of millionaire, Johnathan Madsen. His daughter was a far worse than her namesake. She was of average height and seemed to fit in perfectly between Seth and Charlie. Her dark brown, pin straight hair was always combed flat and swung about gracefully doing well to hide the fact that she was quite clumsy and rather bestial in behaviour. Michelle was the original 'Wild Child', or so her favourite T-shirt claimed. She was, as most girls at her age are, a lot further along in her development than her male counterparts. She was growing up to be a beautiful young woman, with round hips and a flat stomach and perfectly shaped breasts with their large, round nipples. Michelle had a new boyfriend every week, but she never put out. Mainly because she spent more time with her best friends than she did with her chosen mate. Due to the immaturity of certain 'acquaintances', as Seth referred to her boyfriends, Michelle was sometimes made to look like a raging whore with absolutely no morals and even less underwear. The rumours promptly stopped when she decided that she had had enough and punched the front teeth out of her ex-boyfriends face. Right now though, she was partaking in her other favourite passtime. Sleep! Seth and Charlie walked down the long, stone driveway and up to the open front door where they met the Madsen's housekeeper, Maria. Maria was French, and had been with the Madsens for as long as anybody could remember. "Hey, Maria, what's goin' down?" greeted Charlie. "Allo m'sieur West, m'sieur Smith, I was jus' tidying up the hallway. Michelle is in her room, as usual. That girl... Mon Dieu!" "Tell me about it!" said Seth. "And Maria, PLEASE, don't call me Mr. OK?" pleaded Charlie. "It just feels weird!" They all laughed as Seth and Charlie took the stairs at the end of the hallway up to Michelle's bedroom where they flung the door open and announced, "We're heeeyeer!". Michelle looked up through a tangle of hair that appeared to be stuck to her cheek with slobber. "Charming as ever, Ms. Madsen," chuckled Charlie. Seth threw a sideways glance at Charlie, who caught it and knew exactly what was going to happen next. Staring at the half-asleep princess they both yelled, "Bath Time!". They pounced onto her and despite her protests she was no match for their combined strength. They ripped off her blankets revealing that she was wearing little more than a tank-top and some silk boxers. "I thought you slept naked. What happened?" asked Seth. "I usually do, but I knew you two would do something like this, so I took precautions," she explained, "Now lemme' go!" "UH UH! You're coming with us young lady!" said Charlie. "I'm a girl you dweeb!" "Coulda' fooled me," said Seth. They lifted her right off her bed and carried her into her bathroom where they slung a towel over her head and started the water in the shower, before pushing her directly under the spray. "And we're not leaving 'til you're done!" shouted Charlie through the shower door. The boys sat inside the dry bathtub with their feet hanging out and waited for their girlfriend to finish in the shower. When she was done they had fun going through her closet trying to make her wear something pink that her step-mother had obviously purchased on her behalf. They settled, though, on a tight white T-shirt and a pair of faded, bootleg denims. The trio got Wesley, the new chef, to make them a nice breakfast and after eating they were off again, though they hadn't quite decided where they were going. Eventually they had no choice but to revisit the mall they had been to last night, but at least they weren't walking. Michelle had her own, private chauffeur. Chapter 4 (Mall-Crawling) Michelle loved shopping and she did as much of it as she possibly could. At 14 she was the only kid in school with a credit card. In a way, running up the bills was her way of getting back at her dad for marrying the Wicked Witch of The West, Natalia. Everyone hated Natalia! Perhaps her title was undeserved, but her outward appearance would tell you immediately that she was a snob, obsessed with class and wealth, not impressed by character or emotion. She was pretty cruel and cold, but Michelle secretly admired her determination and intelligence. Natalia was born into royalty and was actually a Duchess, but nobody knew why she'd decided to marry Johnathan Madsen. Maybe she was capable of emotions after all... The boys followed they're girlfriend around like loyal servants, carrying her shopping bags and playing bodyguards. "Hey, Michelle, didn't you just buy a pair of black denims 2 days ago? Just like these?" asked Charlie. "Well, yeah, but..." "Alzheimers at your age?" chuckled Seth. A strange look over Michelle and she got up from where they were sitting, at a coffee bar in the food court. She looked straight down at her shoes and then up at the boys who were beginning to worry. "I'll be right back... I'll call you in about an hour, OK?" she said, as she started towards the exit. Without another word she was gone, lost in the crowd. Seth turned to Charlie and shook his head. "Think we should go after her?" "I'm not sure. But I trust her, if she says she'll be back then she will." The two spoke about general rubbish and ordered some ice-cream when the waiter came around again. Charlie was enjoying his sundae and licking up the chocolate sauce trail that was dribbling generously off the spoon. He licked and sucked at the sweet stuff, but still manged to get some on his on his chin. Without thinking Seth moved in and sucked up the chocolate and slid his lips up to Charlie's. They were in a far corner of the now busy cafe and, tucked around a corner where nobody would see them, so neither felt the need to break the kiss. In truth it was just a connection of their lips. There was no movement, but the feeling of having their friend's warm lips up against theirs was enough to get them both excited. After a while they both realised that they were being silly holding on like that, so they relaxed and slumped into their seats. "Thanks," said Charlie, "next time I drop some spaghetti on my lap I'll call you!" Seth blushed and looked down at his waffles and ice cream. "What's wrong, Seth?" "Nothin'... just... Do you want to be my boyfriend?" Seth lifted his gaze up to Charlie's and their eyes met. Charlie's face was turning red and he tried to look away, but he was fixed in Seth's puppy-dog stare. A second later they were laughing hysterically as if nothing had just happened. Charlie finished off his sundae, and Seth his waffle, and they picked up Michelle's shopping bags, which she'd conveniently left behind, and walked out into the parking lot, where they usually hung out when Charlie needed a smoke. The blonde wonder lit up another Marlboro and stared up at the ceiling and then down at Seth who was pacing around, hands in pockets, head down. "Yes," said Charlie. Seth seemed to be lost in space, but after a moment looked up into Charlie's deep blue. "Huh?" "Yes." "Yes.... Yes what?" "Yes," repeated Charlie, pausing for a long time, "I want to be your boyfriend." Seth froze and blushed again which brought a smile to Charlie's face. They stared at each other sheepishly for a while and Charlie motioned for Seth to come sit down next to him. They sat with their backs against the low wall of the empty parking lot and occasionally turned to smile at each other. "Somehow I thought it'd be different," said Seth. "Different how?" "Well, if you will allow me to illustrate?" "You may." Seth half turned around and grabbed Charlie around the middle before swinging him over onto his lap. Charlie sat smiling, straddling his boyfriend's lap and pretending he was simply acting out something that wasn't at all interesting. "That's a start I guess," he said. He placed a hand on the right side of Seth's neck and the other on his chest, then leaned down and kissed the left side of Seth's neck. He stuck his tongue out and traced little circles into Seth's skin while sliding his hands further and further down. Seth was slightly uncomfortable with the attention his neck was getting, but didn't do anything to stop his friend. Instead he tried to relax and enjoy what was happening... And what he knew was going to happen. He had fantasised about this for so long, but he never knew it would happen. He could feel his hardening cock, straining against his tight jeans, being rubbed up against by Charlie's warm butt, albeit through his jeans. Charlie was enjoying this immensely, exploring his friend's body, running his hands wherever he wanted and working his tongue on Seth's neck. From where he was sitting he wasn't quite aware of what he was sitting on, but he knew he was doing something right, because Seth had just let out a little moan. Charlie moved up to look at his friend's face and started, "That had better not be a flashlight in your pants..." but was cut off by the sound of Seth's cell-phone ringing. Charlie reached into Seth's pocket and answered it. "Yeah?" "Charlie? Where are you guys?" "We're in the parking lot, Michelle, the usual spot." "That's what I thought, be there in like 5 seconds." The elevator door behind them opened and Michelle was out before the doors had opened fully, walking towards the tangled mess of her best friends... still on the phone. "I leave you two alone for an hour and you turn queer on me?!" She slammed her phone shut and stood above them, hands akimbo, tonguing her cheek. "It's not what it looks like, Michelle," offered Seth. "Yeah!" agreed Charlie. "So what does it look like?" "Well, I can see how this would look bad. You see, Charlie and I were, just... um... wrestling. And then you called. In the middle. And. Yeah." Charlie nodded innocently. "Listen, boys, if you want to share your toys, that's fine by me. Just don't make me look like a moron. You two have been creaming yourselves over each other for, like, ever!" Charlie only just realised that he was still sitting in his incriminating pose and rolled off to Seth's side, exposing his slightly tented lap. "Nice one, Smithy!" Seth pulled his legs in and glared at Michelle. "What's wrong with you two?" asked Michelle, in a puzzled tone. "I said I didn't care! And it's not like I haven't noticed you getting hard before. Jesus, you two are so childish." "Yeah, yeah, we heard you... Just give us a minute or two to get up." requested Charlie. Michelle giggled and sat on Seth's other side. Charlie leaned forward and looked at her expectantly. "What?" "Well, this is the part where you promise not to tell anybody us." "Why would I tell anybody?" "I know you wouldn't, but you do it anyways, to make us feel better." "OK, I, Michelle Josephine Madsen, hereby swear that I shall not announce to the world that my best friend's are raging homos!" They all laughed and the tension in the air seemed to fade quickly after that. They were back in the mall a little while after, shopping again. They left later that afternoon and stopped outside Michelle's front gate, where she explain why she had disappeared earlier. Michelle was being forced to attend a dinner party with her stepmother and had to be at her fitting for an evening gown. "Gerry will take you guys home, OK? I have to go be girly now. Later, guys!" She hopped off the car and headed inside, when Gerry asked where they were going. "To my place, please, Gerry," said Charlie. Chapter 5 (back home) The two sat in silence as they were driven to Charlie's humble little apartment. They got off and Gerry saw them inside before going back to the Madsen house. They walked up the short flight of stairs to the first floor landing and entered the apartment and immediately went for the sofa. Seth looked out the window as the sun was setting over the hills and said, "That's one down... only... a lot more to go." "I'm sure we'll find something to do. We've managed it before. Hey... do you want some coffee?" Seth nodded slightly and followed closely behind as Charlie stumbled to the kitchen where he pulled two coffee mugs from the cupboard and turned on the kettle. He propped himself up on the counter as Seth was moving in behind him, wrapping his arms around Charlie and kissing his neck softly. "You wanna' sleep over tonight?" "Yep." "Well, you should call your mom and tell her then, OK?" "OK" Seth breathed in Charlie's sweet scent and sighed deeply against the back of his neck. He pushed his hips forward and pressed Charlie up against the counter. Charlie wasn't even paying attention to what was happening, he was slowly fading into sleep. They stood like that until the water was boiled and they made their coffee and went back to the den where they switched on the TV and talked for a while, sitting next to each other, Charlie's head resting on Seth's shoulder. Seth called home and explained the situation to his father who was OK with him sleeping over. By 8 o' clock they were both pretty tired and Seth stretched out on the sofa with Charlie cuddled up in front of him. Seth held Charlie tightly to him, his arm around the tummy of his friend. He fell asleep soon after and they stayed that way until the next morning. * * * * * * * Dana walked into her apartment and sighed a deep, heavy sigh. She had been on her feet for hours and she was dog-tired. She dropped her keys and purse on the kitchen counter and walked through the den to get to her bedroom. She stopped and turned to look at the couch, where her son was lying with his best friend behind him. She stared at the way they clung to each other so closely. Her eyes widened as she took in the scene. Their bodies lay motionless, except for the rise and fall of their chests, breathing lightly and in perfect time. Their bodies pressed tightly together, even though fully clothed, expressed their feelings for each other. Dana quickly walked to Charlie's room and grabbed the blankets off his bed and returned to the den where she covered them both and kissed them on their foreheads before smiling and shaking her head. This was going to make an interesting conversation tomorrow morning. Her hand caressed Seth's face and then Charlie's and she left the two to sleep, before doing so herself. * * * * * * * Charlie woke up at 5AM when Seth's alarm on his cell-phone went off. He reached out for it where it lay, on the coffee table and found some resistance from the blankets covering him. Blankets?! Tired as he was last night he couldn't remember getting any blankets. He tried to get up slowly, without waking Seth, but rolled off the sofa, taking the blankets with him. "Charlie? Where are you going?" asked Seth in a husky, sleepy voice. "I'll be back in a second, just stay here." Charlie went straight for his mother's bedroom and found the door open. He walked in as his mother was pulling on her jacket. "I'm working a double-shift today, Charlie, so you're going to have to see to you and Seth by yourself, OK?" "Yeah, OK... Mom?" "Yes, honey? I thought you two would get cold, so I got you some blankets." "Thanks." "Your welcome," said Dana, as she straightened her collar in front of her mirror. "So...?" "I'll be home by 9, so we can talk about it later." "OK." Charlie furrowed his brow; he couldn't read her mood. His distress was immediately detected though. "Don't worry, Chuck, I'm glad you've got somebody. Who you choose is up to you, and besides, I like Seth. He's a great guy." She smiled and tissued some drool off her son's cheek. He wasn't sure if he should laugh or cry, so he threw his arms around her, bear-hugging her. She kissed his forehead and said, "OK, I have to leave now, or I'll be late." "Sure thing, mom." "There's some cash in my make-up kit if you want to order pizza for dinner, and maybe get a movie." He nodded and they walked to the front door, which he opened and closed for her. As he heard her car pulling out of the yard he shrieked and slumped down against the door, tears of joy streaming down his face. Seth stuck his sleepy head around the corner and looked down at his crying buddy. "Hey, what happened?" "It's my mom..." "Oh shit... Did she see us?!" "Yeah." "So what'd she say?" "Nothing." "Well... Are we in trouble?" Charlie rose and took Seth by the hand and led him into the bathroom, where he relayed his short conversation with his mother. Both Seth and Charlie kept some essential stuff at each other's places. A toothbrush, a change of clothes, a towel and other stuff, because they were always sleeping over and it saved the effort of packing and unpacking all the time. They cleaned their teeth, and while Seth was in the shower Charlie set about making breakfast. He was still sleepy, so he decided to double up on the coffee. When Seth was done he came down the hallway with a towel wrapped around his waist and he was wearing his black shirt. Charlie tried to find a reason for this, and then realised that Seth must be feeling self-conscious about his body now, since they weren't just friends anymore. They were together, a couple, and that meant they'd be getting used to the other persons body as well. Seth stood with his head lowered, looking up at Charlie with his big grey eyes. Each seemed to know what the other was thinking. Seth slowly removed his shirt, revealing his even, smooth chest. His tummy stuck out just a little and Charlie smiled at the sight of it. Seth crossed his right arm across his chest and rested his hand on his left shoulder, trying to cover his scar. Charlie thought it barely noticeable, but never said this. He knew that Seth must have felt is was much larger than it really was. To break the tension Charlie quickly glanced down at Seth's waist and then back up to his eyes, with a wicked smile on his face. "Not just yet, West." "Aww... Please." Seth couldn't help but smile and rolled his eyes. "Not until you're done in the shower." That was enough to send Charlie bounding to his room for his towel and a change of clothes. He headed for the bathroom while Seth was munching some corn flakes and guzzling his strong coffee. The bathroom mirrors were a little foggy, so he wiped one off to take a look at himself. He stared for a little while at his reflection. Was he good-looking? He didn't bother answering the question and was undressing to get into the shower when Seth walked in. Charlie stuck his thumbs under the waistband of his boxers and Seth stuck his under the curled end of his towel. They smiled at each other and wondered who was going to draw first. "I thought you already took a shower." "I did, but I don't feel clean enough. Maybe it's because of these dirty thoughts in my head." "They aren't nearly as dirty as we're going to get." Empty threats were commonplace in their friendship and neither took this little conversation seriously. "OK, well, let's both get in the shower together and see what happens,"suggested Charlie. Seth opened the shower door and motioned for Charlie to get in first, which he did. Once they were both inside they locked their arms around each other and stared into each other's eyes. Seth reached out behind Charlie to open up the taps. The warm spray got them soaked pretty fast. Charlie's boxers clung to him like a second skin and Seth's towel was soon heavy with water. They just stood there, staring, until Charlie pushed Seth up against the back wall and kissed him deeply. Seth lowered his grip to Charlie's butt and lifted him up a little, so that he was at eye-level. Their tongues slowly explored each other's mouths. Neither of the boys was very experienced with kissing, so they took turns at leading and soon figured out what worked and what didn't. Seth bit lightly on Charlie's pouty lower lip and pulled their bodies closer. Which was impossible. Charlie was leaning into Seth with all his weight and Seth was holding on tight. The water kept pouring and they didn't want the moment to end. At some point Seth's towel had been rubbed just enough to get it loose and slumped to the floor with a heavy thud. Charlie glanced down and smiled as he took in the sight of Seth's smooth uncut dick, standing to attention and rubbing up against his tummy. "Hey, if you can't control that thing then you should put it on a leash," he joked. "He has a mind of his own, I think he likes your tummy." Seth placed his hands on Charlie's hips and slid his boxers off without any trouble. Charlie pushed his boner up against Seth's and reached down to grab it. He was cut off before he could, by his friend, who had gotten their first. Seth wrapped his hand around both their cocks and began a slow stroking motion. Charlie looked down and nearly creamed himself right then. Their hard teenage cocks were pressed together and he could feel the heat emanating from Seth. He didn't want to close his eyes, kept staring down and moaning occasionally, when Seth's hot cockhead would rub up against his. Seth knew that neither of them would last much longer and didn't care. They have plenty of time to have long, drawn-out fun. But right now they both needed release. He switched hands and worked into a steady rhythm, working them both, faster and faster. Neither of them said a word, but their breathing got heavier and harder. Without any warning Seth blew his load, the first shot shitting Charlie on the tummy and the rest dribbling out over both their cockheads. Charlie lost control at the amazing feeling of having his friend cum on him and felt his knees go weak as he fired his first round straight up and then another on Seth's hand, the rest pouring out over them both. He nearly collapsed, but Seth caught him and held him close. "Wow... " said Charlie. "Yeah. Are you OK?" "I'm not sure." "Let's get cleaned up and go get that movie, huh?" "That was awesome... honey," laughed Charlie. "Honey? Why, yes it was, darling!" They stared again into each other's eyes. "I love you Seth." "And I love you Charlie." They grinned at each other and cleaned each other up, not very well, since some areas got more attention than others. They used that time to explore each other, taking care not to miss any important details. That's all for now...