Date: Wed, 08 Mar 2000 17:11:05 GMT
From: Lucky Redwood <wanna_get_lucky@hotmail.com>
Subject: Time Will Tell - Chapter 15

Hola amigos! This is sort of a Christmas special type thing (I know it is
only March, but I like Christmas OK?). Tell me what you think, speak t'ya
soon!

Time Will Tell
Chapter 15 - 'Tis The Season To Be Jolly?

"Hi Danny, come in." Conner's mum had appeared to have really taken to me.
She was always ready with a cheery welcome whenever she opened the door to
me, she was a great lady.

"Hi Mrs. S. something smells good!" I said taking a sniff of the Christmas
dinner that was presently still in the oven. "My mum gave me this to bring
over, she says it's for taking me off her hands tonight!" I handed her the
bottle of champagne that I had been handed on my way out.

"She shouldn't have bothered! You're no trouble Danny. Tell her you're
always welcome here."

"Thanks. Will do."

	At that moment Conner came careering down the stairs obviously
having heard me arrive from his room. He nearly fell down the last steps
trying to get to me.  He was always so sweet that way! He regained his
balance and without slowing down he flung his arms around me and gave me a
kiss on my cheek.

"Happy Christmas darling!" With that he gave me another kiss and pulled
himself off me taking a step back. And wow, he'd certainly made an effort
to look his best. I can't deny that I hadn't, but I don't think that I'd
pulled it off in the way that he had done. I caught myself staring with my
jaw having dropped and so closed my mouth but still stood staring in awe at
the guy who I had, looking radiant, beautiful and damn sexy!

"Conner why don't you introduce Danny to Paul, he's in the lounge."

"Sure, come on Danny." Conner took my hand and lead me into his lounge
where I saw a rather rough looking guy sitting watching Eastenders. Don't
get me wrong, I'm not one of those people who sticks my nose up in the air
at people who aren't as well off as me, I'm no snob. You can tell though
when there is somebody who you should avoid. Some people just appear to
have trouble written on their face and I was amazed that somebody who was
related to Conner and any other member of his family that I had met up
until this point could be like that.

"Paul, this is Danny." Paul didn't seem to bothered. He took a few seconds
before he turned his head, looked me up and down once quickly, gave an
apathetic sigh and turned his head back to the telly.

"Alright?" he managed to say.

"Hi, nice to meet you." I didn't bother to offer my hand, I don't think
he'd have appreciated it. He actually gave a little snort laugh type thing
when I spoke to him.

"Do you want a drink Danny?" Conner asked seemingly unfazed by his brothers
reaction to me.

"Yeah, I'll come with you." I didn't like the idea of sitting on my own
with Paul, he seemed pretty unreceptive towards me and I knew I'd feel out
of place if I stayed in there with him on my own.

"Coke? Tango?"

"Don't be silly Conner! Would you care for a glass of wine Danny?" Mrs.
Shears seemed to enjoy playing the host and took great pride it seemed in
offering me wine to drink. Being the gentleman I am (big headed git too)
and 16 I did the descent thing and accepted. Of course, I would have done
anyway, free alcohol is something that a sixteen year old rarely turns
their nose up to!

"There you go."

"You getting that young man drunk dear? Saving our Conner the job are you?"
I couldn't help but laugh, Conner's dad was a great guy, he was funny and
didn't seem to be worried about what he should say in front of Conner and
I.

"You have to excuse my dad ONCE AGAIN Danny, you see when he was trying to
woo my mum the only way that he could get her into bed was by getting her
drunk!"

	It was Conner's mums' turn to laugh now, I joined in too and his
dad took the joke well but didn't laugh mind.

	The afternoon passed quickly. Most of the time Conner and I were in
his room listening to music and chatting away. I always found it so easy to
talk to him, despite how much time we spent talking with each other, we
always seemed to have something to say. The time to go down to the meal
arrived and Conner and I joined his parent s and brother around the dining
table. The food was absolutely fantastic, his mother was a wonderful
cook. She always made great dinners whenever I'd been over in the past, but
this meal was delicious. We had a great laugh as well, talking and joking,
all the while though Paul kept quiet. He never joined in the jokes, he
never laughed, talked or anything he just sat there.

"You're quiet today Paul." Observed Conner's mum.

"Yeah." A pretty simple response, showing easily that he had no intention
of changing that particular state of affairs.

"Something wrong? Anything happen between you and Stephanie? Have you
spoken to her recently." Paul had married at 19, he was 21 now and his wife
had left him four times already, each time with his daughter.

"Only when I was picking up Gemma last Tuesday."

"This is meant to be a family dinner Paul, you should make more of an
effort to join in the conversation." Conner's dad seemed to be getting
quite annoyed with his eldest son's lack of interest in the meal or the
conversation that was being held.

"This isn't a family dinner, that little faggot over there isn't family."
Paul had pointed to me with his knife as he spoke of me, he didn't look at
me. I didn't know what to do, my heart had sunk down to an all time low and
I think I must have looked like a radish considering how red I could fell
that I had turned. I didn't know what to do, I just sat there. I wanted to
cry but that would have only given him more reason to hate me, I didn't
know what I had done, he knew Conner was gay and Conner had said that he
didn't mind but he didn't like me, that's for sure.

"PAUL! How DARE you speak of our guest in that way?!" He just sat there and
took a sip of wine from his glass, he didn't answer and didn't seem to care
about what the reaction he had evoked was either.

"That's alright Mrs. Shears. I urmm, I errr. It's his opinion."

"Well it's not the sort of opinion I will ever have aired in my house. Paul
you will apologise now."

	Conner had taken the comment even worse however, when he saw that
his brother wasn't hurrying an apology he refused to wait any longer, stood
up and threw his plate with the little food it had left on it at his
brother who sat there stunned and angered.

"Fucking prick! Why don't you eat like the pig you are Paul." With that
Conner left the kitchen and ran up to his room. Everyone else sat stunned,
again.  Complete silence had descended upon the otherwise perfect Christmas
meal I'd had.

"I think that I should be going, thanks so much for everything Mrs. Shears.
It was a wonderful meal." I got up to leave but was quickly stopped when
she spoke.

"There's no need for you to leave Danny, Paul was just on his way out."

"Was I now? What gave you that impression?"

"GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!" I stood still, Paul looked to me with contempt
filling his eyes. He placed the plate that had been thrown at him on the
table and stood up slowly, not taking his eyes off me. He left after a
second or two of just staring at me, I sat down again (nearly fell), still
not quite sure what to do. Paul left the house quietly not saying anything
else. Nobody did until the door had been slammed after him and a short
while beyond.

"Danny, I can't apologise enough for what he said. I am so sorry that he
could be like that. Please don't feel unwelcome here." This was one of the
few times that I had heard Conner's dad speaking seriously.

"Don't worry, it's no, errr, it doesn't matter. Would you mind if I went up
to see Conner?"

"Not at all, we still have the dessert when you two feel like coming down
again."

"Thank you, I'll tell Conner." I said as I was leaving the room. I ran up
the stairs as quickly as I could and saw that his bedroom door was shut. I
knocked on it quietly, I had been close to tears all the while and really
needed to be with Conner.

"Who is it?" he asked sounding furious.

"It's me."

"Come on in, you should know that you don't need to knock Danny." He said
calmly as he moved up a little on his bed giving me space to sit next to
him. "He's gone then?"

"Yeah."

"I'm so sorry Danny, I don't know what his problem is."

"You don't need to apologise Conner, it's not your fault."

"He's my brother though, he shouldn't have said anything either. No matter
what his opinions are. I'm so, so, so sorry Danny." With that I quickly
drew him into a hug as his eyes welled up a little.

"Hey, hey, hey! It wasn't your fault Conner, don't worry. Besides, it
doesn't matter what he thinks of me as long as it doesn't change the way
that you think of me. I've got you with me on Christmas day and that really
is all that matters, I love you and I only care about what you think of me,
it's only your opinions that truly count with me."

"I love you to Danny. I just can't believe he said that though, it's none
of his business for a start."

"Forget about it huh? It doesn't matter."

	We sat there for a good ten minutes in silence, just hugging each
other. I felt safe with Conner, it didn't matter what anyone though of me
as long as I had him with me, to comfort me. After a while though Conner
sighed and sat up looking at me with a smile on his face.

"Do you want your present now then?" I couldn't help but smile.

"OK then." He handed me what was obviously a shoe box that he'd used to
disguise what the present really was, I unwrapped it and opened the box
which had been filled with a lot of tissue paper. As I pulled it out I
finally found a CD, REM's Automatic For The People.

"I don't know if you remember, but it has Everybody Hurts on it and that
was what you were singing along to on the radio the first time I met
you. You said it was your favourite song and I couldn't find it anywhere in
your music collection and so I thought that I'd get you it." With that he
lent forward and gave me another kiss on the cheek.

"Conner, thank you. I did remember, it always makes me think of you now too
because of that. It used to depress me but it doesn't anymore, not now that
I have you." It was my turn to give him a kiss. I then reached into my
jacket pocket which was hanging on the back of his door.

"Here's your present. If it's the wrong size tell me and we'll get them to
change it for you OK?"

"Sounds interesting!" He pulled off the wrapping and opened the
box. "Danny, I don't know what to say."

"I got them to inscribe it on the inside, take a look."

"This must have cost you a fortune Danny, I can't accept this."

"Of course you can, don't be stupid. I want you to have it." Conner sat
there and didn't say anything. I got a little worried.

"If you don't like it, you can chose another one, I really don't mind." He
looked up to me with tears in his eyes. "What's wrong Conner, What is it?"

"Nothing, it's beautiful, I wouldn't change it for the world. I don't know
what to say.  I love you so much Danny, thank you." With that he pulled
himself to me and held me tightly, nearly squeezing all the air out of
me. He eventually pulled himself back off me still teary-eyed.

"Try it on then." He placed the ring over the ring finger on his right
hand.

"It's just right too."

"I thought it might be. I guessed right then."

"You sure did. Thank you so much."

*****

"Mum, do you think that Danny could stay tonight?"

"It's fine by me but you have to ask his mum first. If she says yes, I want
you to remember that I want to have some sleep tonight."

"Maybe I should have bought you a ring this Christmas then. I could have
had some nooky this Christmas too then."

"Don't be so rude!" Conner's mum said slapping her husband jokingly on the
leg because of his last comment. "Go ahead and use the phone Danny."

"OK, thanks."

	I was worried that my mum might not agree to the arrangement. She
had said that I wasn't to do anything with Conner until he was sixteen, she
knew that leaving me with the house to myself would be too much temptation
and had warned me about using protection though so there was some chance at
least.

"Hello?"

"Mum, it's me. Do you think I could stay at Conner's tonight?"

"I don't like the idea, you know that, but I'm not going to be able to stop
you when I'm away. I don't know. What do his parents say?"

"They say it's fine as long as it is by you."

"Well, OK then."

"Thank you mum. Happy Christmas! I'll see you in the morning then, love
you."

"Love you too sweetheart, remember to be careful now. Good night my little
man!" I could tell that she was welling up with tears. I put it down to her
being upset that I was growing too quickly for her.

"OK mum, thanks again. Bye, love you."

"I love you too. Bye."

"Is it OK?"

"Yeah, it's OK." Conner began to grin from ear to ear. I gave him another
kiss on the cheek and we went to watch telly with his parents for a while.

"I can see by the smile that you two have on your faces that your mum's OK
with it Danny." I looked a little embarrassed which made both Conners'
parents laugh lightly to themselves.

	We sat watching the telly until about 9 o'clock in the evening,
Conner's parents had gone to bed about half an hour before and ITV was
showing As Good As It Gets. Before too long our attention wondered from the
film and onto each other. It sounds strange to say but we must have laid
there on the sofa staring at each other for about half an hour,
seriously. Just staring into each other's eyes and running our hands up and
down each other gently. Time just seemed to slip away.

	Eventually I lent forward and softly planted my lips on his. The
feel of his tongue rubbing against mine and the taste of his mouth seemed
so soothing and comforting. The feel of his warm breath flowing against my
cheek as I ran my fingers through his hair became hypnotic. Conner is like
a drug to me, I can't get enough of him, I can't resist him and I'd kill to
have him by my side. Our kiss became more passionate.

"Shall we take this upstairs baby?"

"What's wrong with right here cutey?"

"Urmm, your parents could come down at any moment for a start!"

"They won't come down now, trust me. They'll be asleep."

"Is this a good idea?"

"They know that we're going to be doing stuff, what difference does it make
if they hear us from my bedroom or from the lounge?"

"OK, if you're sure."

	I didn't need any more persuasion as his hand slipped down my
trousers and boxers taking a firm grasp on my aching member. I couldn't
stop my eyes from rolling back in my head and closing as I watched his grin
disappear from my view. It was about five minutes that I spent in absolute
ecstasy as he worked away on me, fondling, rubbing and sucking on my
cock. As I raised my head I found out that Conner had somehow taken his
clothes off as well as my trousers, boxers and socks without me having
realised. We caught each others gaze again and I sat up slightly and slid
off my T-shirt as Conner leaned over to meet my lips again. I pulled him
back down on top of me and we kissed pushing our warm bodies as close
together as we could manage, locked in a deep, strong and urgent kiss.

	I began to slide my body up under his a little till he was in the
right position to start pushing his rock hard cock into me, he moved
himself a little understanding why I had changed position. He guided his
manhood to the right spot, making me gasp as it gently rubbed against my
entrance.

"You ready?"

"Yeah just go slowly babes"

He started to push against me, gently. As more and more of him worked it's
way inside me I started to cringe a little as his size made it's presence
clear.  It still hurt when we had sex. I felt that he'd stopped and I found
out that I'd been holding my breath, bracing myself for the pain. I lay
there in discomfort waiting for the mild pain to subside whilst Conner
looked worriedly down on me.

"You sure?"

"Yeah. I need this, I need you babes. Keep going."

He did. As he continued, the pain ceased and I was left with the fantastic
feeling that I had only had once before. As he began to withdraw again I
moaned, audibly.

"You're gunna have to be quieter than that mate!"

"Uh huh." I managed to respond, trying not to have to deal with reality
again so soon.

	Conner continued his movements back and forth promptly. The feel of
him inside me like this blew me away, I couldn't believe how fantastic it
felt.  Each and every thrust started stars flashing before my eyes, sending
waves of ecstasy running through my body with every time he plunged back
into me and pulled back out.  I pulled him down onto me as best I could and
gripped his muscley, smooth back as tightly as I could. Conner's mutual
groans only served to add to the level of bliss that I was at. His pace
began to increase and the sweat on his forehead was beginning to roll down
his face as we both did our best to keep our noise down. The feel of his
taught, clammy chest and stomach against my own body was bringing me close
to cumming myself. His pushes gradually got faster and harder and faster
and harder still. He was thrusting himself so hard he was numbing my
mind. It was getting harder for me to keep the noise level down and I began
to whimper. It started him off moaning louder too and he picked up speed
even more, as he did I felt that sensation rising in my groin. It built up
more and more until it couldn't stop any more. I moaned loudly and sprayed
my juice between us causing me to moan louder than I should have
dared. Conner couldn't hold it in himself any longer and he blasted his cum
deep inside me.

We both lay there panting still with the occasional spasm each. With sweat
pouring from us we lay with Conner still inside me beginning to deflate,
trying to catch our breaths.

"Happy Christmas gorgeous." He said to me after a minute or so.

"I think that that was the best Christmas present that I ever had." I
managed to say hugging him a little tighter as the sweat on me started to
make me a bit chilly in the evening air.

"That is one present that will be coming more than once a year, don't worry
about that!"

"I like that. That's good, cumming more than once a year, I'll hold you to
that."

	We laughed for a little while at the pun as we hugged each other to
protect one another from the descending cold before we decided to collect
our clothes and walk quietly up to his room.

*****

"Morning boys."

"Morning." Conner and I replied at the same time to his mum.

"I thought that I heard Father Christmas in the lounge last night boys,
have you checked? The way he was moaning, it must have been pretty damn
heavy presents he was delivering!"

"DARYL!" Conner and I hung our heads in embarrassment as Conner's mum gave
her husband a scolding look as he did his best to contain the laughter from
his own joke and no doubt the look on our faces in response to it. "You
really do go too far sometimes, don't embarrass them like that!"

"Sorry boys." Conner's dad still seemed too amused by his own joke to sound
serious with his apology but I guessed that we deserved it.

"What would you like for breakfast Danny?"

"I don't mean to be rude but I think that I should be getting home really.
Mum didn't see a lot of me yesterday so I think that I should try and spend
most of the day with her, she'll probably have made me breakfast anyway,
she normally does regardless of whether she thinks I'll have eaten else
where or not.

"If you're sure then."

"Yeah, thanks for the offer though. I'll see you soon then. Thanks again
for the wonderful food last night."

"Not at all Danny, don't mention it. See you soon."

"OK, bye."

"Bye Danny." Added Conner's dad as I left.

	Conner saw me off to the door and made me promise that I'd ring him
soon. I told him that I would and headed off after a last goodbye kiss. It
was surprising just how cold it was that morning. I know that it was
Christmas time and it's normally cold at this time of year. This morning
though was bitterly cold. I walked home shivering, trying to use the neck
on my jacket to keep as much of my face warm as I could. I was overjoyed
from the fantastic Christmas day that I had had so the cold didn't manage
to tread on my high spirits. Something else managed that feat.

	I approached my house and looked up to cross the street, as I did I
noticed a car on the drive. I looked at it and realised that it had a big
red bow going all the way from bumper to bumper. It was a flame red Mini
Cooper S which looked brand new. I ran up to it and took a closer look,
cream leather interior, wooden dashboard, CD player and a card underneath
the front wind screen wiper. I took out the card when I saw my name on
it. I was really very confused. I couldn't believe that mum would have
bought me this as well as a DVD player, she'd never spent this much on
either Sean or I before for Christmas, or our birthdays for that matter.

	As I opened the card however, I learnt that it was not my mother's
gift.  Quite the contrary in fact. I froze as I recognised the handwriting.

Happy Christmas Danny,

I know how much you love Mini's and that it isn't your 17th Birthday for a
couple of months yet so this is a joint Christmas and birthday present, my
telephone number is written on the envelope flap, please ring me. I do miss
you and Sean.  Seans present is in the boot.

All my love

Dad

	I didn't know what to do. My father had spent thousands of pounds
on this car, it was a 1999 model and so one of the last Mini's to be made,
it would be amazingly expensive. It was absolutely fucking spectacular
(excuse my French), but I couldn't accept it. It felt as though he was
trying to buy my affection. I walked into the house picking up the cars
keys that he had obviously posted through the letter box. Nobody else
appeared to be awake, I made my way to the lounge and sat down trying to
work out what to do.

That's it for this chapter. Sorry to say too that this is probably going to
become a fortnightly thing now with added school stress, I have my major
exams coming up soon and revision is starting to become increasingly
important end evidently required!  Stay tuned though, there is more to
come! Don't forget to write now wanna_get_lucky@hotmail.com