Date: Sat, 17 Apr 2010 23:12:52 +0100
From: Pearse Jackson
Subject: The Lakehouse
Note to the readers: Apologies for the dark element of Andy's nature, I
hope it doesn't mar your reading pleasure. Thanks for reading, offended or
not.
Also, I incorporate quite a bit of my local slang into this, so: ''sound''
= cool, ol' lady/fella/pair = mother/father/parents, chillax = chill/relax.
The Lakehouse
The school bell rang, and summer holidays were here. It had all the
symptoms; students running out of the schools like their lives depended
upon it, a bright blue sky, sun shattering the pavements with heat. Yep,
summer was well and truly here.
Andy waited by the gate, saying a ''Happy holidays'' to those he
recognoised, that he was actually on talking terms with. Mostly, he looked
at the trees across the road, the leaves translucently green in the sun's
gaze.
He turned, wondering if Jamie was out yet, and saw him. The object of his
heart's desire.
Jamie....was perfect. A broad, handsome, honest face, short black hair,
eyes of sapphire blue. He was always smiling; how Andy envied that. His
body was sculpted like a god's, perfectly shaped muscle, smooth skin
overlaying it. His walk, despite the mass of muscle on him, was graceful,
as if he was a dancer. Andy had seen his talents, at a multitude of
sports; he was both incredibly strong, and astoundingly lithe. Andy stopped
his thoughts at that; last time he considered how lithe his best friend
was, he ended up blushing and with tented trousers.
Jamie smiled amiable smiles, and waved at various girls eager to get his
attention; Jamie was the hottest guy in the prep school, and the most
popular. Girls couldn't resist him. Andy couldn't resist him.
''Hey Andy,'' Jamie said, smiling a greeting smile at his smaller, younger
friend, that deep voice of his always sending a shiver through Andy.
''Yo,'' Andy said back, smiling warmly at Jamie. He couldn't understand how
Jamie chose to be his friend; Andy was neither cool, nor a geek, suffered
from depression and was always stating pessimistic thoughts during school.
But Jamie wasn't a normal ''cool'' kid; their circle of friends was four
strong. Andy and Jamie themselves, their geeky friend Sam and another
''cool'' kid who could also be quiet, and was quite smart, Brad. Andy just
couldn't believe it; his self deprecation, a form of modesty in earlier
years which had become an unhealthy mental habit for him since, wouldn't
let him relax. On top of this.....was the fantasies.
Fantasies where he was Jamie's, and Jamie was his. Jamie would hold him as
he made love to him, kiss him softly, touch him softly. They would watch
sunsets together, curl on a couch together, do everything together.
Everything together.
It made Andy feel so distrustful, lying to Jamie everyday, as he pretended
to be a normal friend. He had spent so many nights sobbing, listening to
music he really oughtn't listen to, just thinking about the unfairness of
it all. Suicide beckoned; but everytime he thought it, he thought about
leaving Jamie. Lying to Jamie was better than not knowing him, for Andy.
Jamie was talking to him, he realised with a start. ''So, you want a
lift?''
''Sure, if you don't mind,'' Andy said, cursing himself for the second
part. Jamie saw the look, and didn't say anything. He was the only one in
the world who knew the full depth of Andy's problems, and amazingly didn't
judge him for it. Though, Andy thought wryly, it could just be me that
thinks he should abandon me, because I'm worthless.
Jamie got into his Corvette, and Andy, almost reluctantly, slung himself
into the passenger seat. He liked Jamie's car, but hated how close the
passenger seat was to the driver's; many a time, Jamie had grazed Andy's
knee while changing gear. Once he had gripped Andy's thigh above the knee
instead of the gear stick; Andy had came in his pants to that touch, and
the silence in the car after that had burned Andy's mind.
Jamie drove off, at that speed that was his, in Andy's mind; fast enough
that you felt your skin shaping the wind and your hair blow, but slow
enough that both driver and passenger weren't subjected to any pointless
discomfort. Another thing Andy loved about him.
Jamie caught him in deep thought, once more. ''Hey, was thinking.....wanna
head out to the lakehouse? The ol' pair ain't using it this summer, thought
me and you could hang out there instead.''
Andy gulped, and turned away for a moment. Jamie let him have his thoughts;
he knew Andy second thoughted everything, didn't like it, but respected it
about Andy.
Living with Jamie....the thought of ''accidentally'' walking in on Jamie
while he was in the shower, or something akin to that, went through Andy's
mind.
He hated himself (more than usual) as he asked, ''Who else would be
there?''
Jamie smiled at him, just for an instant, before bringing his gaze back to
the road. ''No one, just me and you. We could watch TV, hunt, go out on the
lake, whatever we'd like.''
Andy felt an erection grow in his trousers, and self hate grow in his mind,
as he said, too eagerly, he knew, ''Sure Jamie, I could chillax with ya.''
''Sound,'' Jamie said, smiling out at the road now. Andy needed to stop
looking at Jamie; he opened his school bag, and took out one of his heroic
fantasy novels. While the thought of heros riding in to save the day for
innocent, scared women didn't dispel fantasies about Jamie (quite the
opposite, in fact), it still left a smaller chance he would cum once more
in Jamie's presence. He had done so four times....he had been bullied, for
years by his brother, than at school by someone he had barely met (it was
shorter that time, but still.....the absence, for years, of his brother's
bullying just seemed to set up a knockout blow out of what should have been
a friendly thump).....but cumming in Jamie's presence remained one of his
worse experiences; that Jamie could see how Andy was affected by his
presence (Andy wished he couldn't, at times, and wished the opposite the
rest of the time) but still not make a gesture to him (Andy knew he'd never
make the first move; everything time he realised that, self hate buried his
thoughts, and he normally ended up in a bout of depression) seemed to tell
him Jamie wasn't, and probably never would be, interested in him.
They arrived at Andy's. Andy got out, thanking Jamie, who responded with a
smile that had pulses going through Andy's erect cock; thank god for the
man who invited pockets, Andy had thought countless times, as he walked in,
non chalant as you like. Jamie was waiting for him to pack his stuff; as he
sometimes did, Andy saw him take up his book, and begin at a random page to
read it. Andy smiled as he went in; he knew his bookmark would be in the
right page when he came out, and that Jamie only picked a random page as he
didn't want to start a book that Andy was already reading.
Andy told his mother about the plan; she, as usual, disregarded any
thoughts she might have about worrying for his son, so he could venture
socially, unopposed. She knew how lonely and isolated Andy was most of his
days, as did his father, and they took every oppurtunity Andy offered for
him to be social.
Andy packed some stuff into a luggage bag, adding his laptop and computer
accessories after recalling that the lakehouse had broadband. Jamie had
explained he wanted to stay there for a month, though he'd gladly drive
Andy home if he needed some more stuff. Andy packed as much as he could; he
rathered, though he wished he didn't, not having to ask for kindness,
instead going through discomfort and resulting self hate at his shyness.
That picture was in his bathroom, as he went in to get shower gel and
shampoo; Jamie was topless in it, at the beach, with Andy. Andy barely saw
himself in it, his eyes only seeing Jamie. He hated that picture; he had
masturbated to climax so many times looking at it that he wished he had the
strength to throw it in the bin.
His hand was at his crotch; he resolutely put it on his hip. Arguments in
favour of jerking off came to him; he threw them away, disgusted at himself
for thinking them up, without feeling pride for resisting.
He said goodbye to his mother, and went out to the car, luggage bag rolling
along on its wheels, the handle of it in his right hand, his left hand deep
in his left pocket. Jamie took the bag off him and threw it in the boot,
alongside his own; Andy didn't say anything about the fact Jamie's bag was
already packed in there, knowing that Jamie didn't do that in arrogance,
but in good naturedness.
They drove off, Andy once again trying to distract himself with his book;
he loved reading, truly did, but the scent of Jamie, a musky scent, still
reached his nostrils. When they began to venture out of the human
influenced terrain out into naturally dominated parts, Andy put down his
book, and admired the sights. He loved nature, and mostly hated humans for
arrogance, while at the same time understanding it. Humans had ''won'', and
taken their own path. Small acts of arrogance at first had eventually
birthed accepted arrogance.
''I'm glad you're coming, Andy,'' Jamie said, smiling over at his friend,
''I saw this on a drive out to the place lately; wait till you see it.''
Andy looked quizzically at him, but Jamie just smiled. They rounded a
mountain on the high road they were on, and then both natural blues met in
Andy's eyes. He gaped, open mouthed, as Jamie smiled wider and pulled in on
the side of the road.
There was nothing but nature, at its very best, in his view now. Calm, blue
sea met cloudless, blue sky, while the sun illuminated the water. Andy
smiled slowly, loving this sight. He had to do some poetry on this sight
before him, he thought, and smiled wider. While his feeble attempts at
poetry did little to spell out the true beauty that was nature, he liked to
think nature appreciated it, in a wordless manner.
''Glad you like it,'' Jamie whispered, as he also took in the view. Andy
looked at him sideways, smiling wider as he returned his gaze to the ocean
and sky's beautiful coupling; Jamie understood the aesthetic, something
view of his peers did. Indeed, Andy thought, amused, their peers would
probably guess ''aesthetic'' was a kind of drug if asked.
Jamie turned, and quietly walked back to the car, letting Andy know he
could continue to enjoy the view, if he liked. Andy blinked, as if to
imprint the view on his retinas, and returned to the car.
''Thanks, Jamie,'' Andy said, smiling at his friend without arousal, just
simple affection and love (though he hoped Jamie didn't perceive the second
emotion).
''No prob', mate. Know how you love the views, despite the blues,'' he
said, winking after his latter comment.
Why the simple rhyme of his words prompted it, Andy would never know.
Andy leaned over to Jamie, put one hand on the side of his neck, not even
registering the surprise on Jamie's face, before he pressed his lips
against Jamie's.
His lips bad barely clasped Jamie's upper lip, before Andy leaned
back. Shocked surprise was on Jamie's face.
Andy's heart sank. Why the hell did he just do that?
''I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it was an accident, Jamie, please,'' Andy hurriedly
began, before a smile blossomed on Jamie's face, and he leaned in to kiss
Andy this time.
Their lips pressed and probed, only softly, but it was the single most
amazing moment of Andy's seventeen year old life. He didn't know to
describe the feelings he felt at that moment; it was like a hurricane,
blowing away the hurt and pain, and leaving optimism and hope.
Andy stared at Jamie's lips as the athletic hunk leaned back. His eyes
slowly travelled to Jamie's, who was staring into his.
''What.....how....?'', Andy stammered, and Jamie, with a slow smile,
interrupted him. ''I noticed how you got sometimes around me....kinda got
to thinking about you, lately.....''
Andy hadn't dared to hope before Jamie said that.
He launched himself at Jamie, his lips hitting Jamie's, more than meeting
them, as he put his knees on either side of Jamie's legs on the driver
seat. Jamie gasped at first, but then accepted it, his hands going down to
Andy's, rubbing them while Andy gripped his shoulder, kissing him over and
over. His lips clasped on, peeled off and pushed at Jamie's for what seemed
like forever. Jamie's tongue slowly divided Andy's lips, and now Andy froze
a little. He had never kissed before; had felt awkward for a moment.
An awkward moment, that preceded joyful eternity.
Jamie's tongue guided his, caressed it, pushed and pulled it. Andy melted,
simply put, onto Jamie's body, his back arching as his chest and stomach
pressed against Jamie's torso, his ass almost trapped against the steering
wheel, thankfully only the wheel itself and not the horn. The kiss was hot,
wet, beautiful, lustful, sweet, everything and more, that kiss was to Andy.
Jamie's hands slowly rubbed their way into Andy's trousers, under his
underwear, and started to pleasure his ass. Andy's throbbing cock exploded
into his underwear, and he moaned muffled moans against Jamie's mouth, as
his violent arch, reaction to Jamie's hands, pushed his mouth more at
Jamie.
Jamie now devoured his mouth, his tongue and lips leaving Andy weakened, as
his hands pleasured Andy's ass (though he'd often think of it as his
''pussy'', he didn't believe Jamie would consider it that way) every way
possible; slowly rubbing, peeling the ass cheeks apart, grasping them
gently, his fingers curling between Andy's ass cheeks. Andy's body, despite
the heat that burned his skin and would revive a death caused by a
blizzard, Andy imagined, was completely limp, his hands almost desperately
gripping Jamie's shoulders.
Jamie slowly leaned his head back, his hands firmly placed on Andy's
ass. Jamie looked into his eyes, whispering, ''Wow,'' in shock.
Andy panted, but didn't say anything. He felt desperately turned on right
now, and wanted to keep his body against Jamie's for as long as he allowed
it. His cock was throbbing, his heart was racing, and breathing seemed to
take an effort, but every breath was a pleasure, for he inhaled the scent
of Jamie.
''Wow,'' Jamie repeated, his hands starting to rub Andy's ass again, to
Andy's delight, the younger boy instinctively pushing his body at Jamie in
response. ''Didn't know what it'd be like, to be honest.....''
Andy blushed as he gathered the breath to speak. ''I hope you liked
it.....''
He needn't've been worried, for Jamie just smiled slowly, saying, ''I
actually did.....it was.....definately something.''
Andy smiled, leaning his head towards Jamie slowly, as if expecting to be
refused, but his lips met Jamie's unopposed, and he kissed Jamie sweetly,
repeatedly, loving the taste of Jamie's mouth. He brought his hands down
Jamie's front, finding the feeling of Jamie's muscle mass against his
delicate hands almost dizzyingly arousing. Jamie brought one of his hands
to the top of Andy's bubble butt, and probed a finger into his sensitive
hole.
Andy arched violently against him, squealing a girlish squeal in surprise,
breaking away from the kiss. Jamie looked surprised by this reaction, but
his finger continued to probe, and Andy arched his neck, moaning
softly. Jamie leaned forward and started to kiss Andy's neck; the heat of
his open lips on Andy's neck felt divine. Every wriggle, every thrust of
Jamie's finger sent a surge of static pleasure through his slender
body. His hands went slack on Jamie's chest, as he surrendered himself to
Jamie. His cock grew again, harder than ever before, and he began grinding
his crotch against Jamie's stomach.
Jamie drew back once more, his finger exiting Andy. Andy moaned one last
time, as the effects of Jamie's care continued, then looked down at
Jamie. Jamie was studying him; Andy began to worry, until Jamie headed him
off.
''Sorry, its just.....you look kinda....,'' Jamie seemed a little reluctant
to say the next word; after all, about ten minutes ago (though it had felt
like forever to Andy) they had just been friends. ''...you look
really....sexy.''
Andy blushed intensely, but the arousal sent through him by Jamie's words
almost made him cum; he truly was a sensitive boy. ''T-thank you, Jamie,''
he whispered, feeling himself falling in love at this moment, as his blue
eyes met Jamie's in a tighter embrace than they already were in.
They continued that lock gaze for a few moments, then Jamie, almost
reluctantly, Andy somewhat hoped, pushed him gently onto his side. Jamie
looked away for a second, then back at Andy. Andy's heart began to sink,
and he waited for Jamie's words.
''Andy.....,'' Jamie began, his eyes meeting Andy's with an intense light
in them, and Andy nodded, feeling as if he needed to make some kind of
response to the seriousness in Jamie's eyes and words. ''I've.....been
thinking about you for about a month, now.''
Andy's mouth felt open, and he just stared. Jamie seemed ashamed, and
looked away, quietly saying, ''I'm sorry....wasn't really right of me to do
that, I know, but....,'' his words interrupted by Andy finally coming to
and reaching a hand across to Jamie's cheek.
''Jamie....I've been fantasizing about you for at least two years,'' Andy
said, gulping, hearing the tremble of fear and relief in his voice. It
felt good to finally come clean, while at the same time, he worried how
Jamie would take it. He smiled slowly as Jamie smiled at him, relieved and
happier than he had ever been.
''Well.....we'd best be heading, then,'' Jamie said slowly, as if he began
to reorder things in his mind as he turned the Chevvy on once more. Andy
took his eyes off Jamie, and began to do the same. One thing, though,
needed to be answered. As the surrounding area moved along with the car,
Andy asked, with a pleading note on his voice and face, ''Jamie, once we
get there....will we....I mean, can we.....?''
Jamie looked at him for a few moments; thankfully, there were no cars in
sight, and it was a straight road. He seemed to perceive what Andy meant,
and a slow smile crept into his face, ''Yeah.....we will.''
Andy smiled at him, until Jamie turned back to the road. Andy sat back,
smiling into space. They were going to make love.
End of Part 1