Date: Tue, 30 May 2000 16:08:09 EDT From: William Watts Subject: A Tragic Love - chapter 8 Legal Notice: The following story contains descriptions of graphic sexual acts. The story is a work of fiction and has no basis in reality. 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. If you have enjoyed reading this story, you will find other stories by me at http://www.teenboyauthors.org/thewolf/, in the 'Other Stories' section. E-mail responses to the stories, story suggestions or other 'constructive' comments or advice may be sent to: bwstories44@hotmail.com. * * * * * * * * A Tragic Love - by BW (Young-Friends). Copyright 2000 by bwstories44 Chapter 8 - A celebration of Life. January 2000 The next big occurrence in our lives would be our joint celebration of the days of our birth. We decided it would be easiest for our private celebration to occur on the Presidents' Day holiday, which in this case would be Monday, February 16th. This would be one week after my actual birthday and it meant that we would have to wait a little longer for our time together. We both knew that we could never surpass what happened over Christmas so we weren't even going to try. What we were going to do was revel in each other and thank the Lord for the other's birth. We were both to become teenagers and we thought that this would suggest a more solemn observance of our ascension into adulthood than most birthday parties tend to provide. We were each making plans to celebrate our real birthdays with our families. David's birthday fell on a Saturday, so his father planned to take him on a very special trip for the weekend. My birthday was the following Monday, so my Mom was planning a family party on the same Saturday as David's birthday. We both appreciated these plans and the effort that our loved ones were putting into them for us but we wanted our private celebration to be something special for just the two of us to share. To accomplish that was going to take a lot of thought and a lot of work. I wasn't sure that I was up to the task. I mean, I only figured out what gift to give David for Christmas by chance and at nearly the last second. I wasn't sure that I would have any more success this time and I knew that I could never be that lucky again. I did promise myself to try my hardest, though I just wasn't overly confident in my abilities. My approach was slightly different this time, however. Instead of focusing on a gift, I started to watch love and romance movies on television and I started to rent the same type of videos. I was hoping that one of these would give me that special theme or idea, around which I could plan my portion of the day. After twenty or thirty movies, all I had was a whole repertoire of mushy cliches and a good idea of what I didn't want to happen. Here I go again. I searched and searched for that one thing about David's life that I most wanted to celebrate and, no, it was not going to be any of his sex organs, although those aren't bad. No, we've always said that sex was secondary; we could live without it but we enjoyed it when it was available. I wanted to transcend the mundane and the trivial and celebrate the essence of my lover. Now, all I had to do was to determine what that mystical thing was. I guess this might, indeed, be rocket science and I didn't even have a start on my degree. In between my bouts of trying to find the answer to this conundrum, my life went on as usual. School was going well, life at home was smooth and my love life was a twelve on a scale of one to ten. Up until the time I met David, I never had very high expectations for my future. I guess my outlook had been greatly jaded by the reality of my family's situation but now I knew the sky was limit. That's why David's birthday observance was so important to me. I wanted this to be even better than Christmas, so I had to focus on my goal. This time around, though, I was trying to scrape up every penny I could find, to add to my left over Christmas money, to buy David a special gift. I would settle for nothing cheap or homegrown this time around. I decided to take a little break and give David a call. "Hello." "David, it's me. What are you doing?" "Thinking about our next get together. Do you have any definite suggestions yet?" "No. How about you?" "Not yet but I think I've got an idea about what I want to get you, though." "Yeah, I've got an idea for you too," I lied to make him feel better, "but we've got to have something better than just presents." "Your right. We need some kind of a magic moment." "Bingo," I replied when a blinding light went off in my head. I wish all of my problems could be solved so easily. "What's that supposed to mean? Hello? Billy? Are you still there?" "Yeah. Sorry, I just kind of zoned out there for a minute." "So what's up, space cadet." "Nothing, honest." "Oh, come on. Tell me what it was that made you tune me out." " I said it was nothing." "Do I have to pout and cry over the phone?" I could just picture the pathetic expression that he was showing on his face as he said this. "Come on. Tell me what it was that was more important than your talking to me." "I give. I was just thinking about you. More precisely, I was thinking about what I want to do for you for your birthday." "This is getting good. Tell me more," David pleaded. "No. This is for your birthday. You'll find out then." "Please?????" "NO! I'm not giving in. If you keep whining I'm going to hang up." "No. Don't do that. You win but, now, your going to make me think about our conversation all night to try to figure out what you're hiding from me." "Damn nosey, aren't you?" "Maybe but only when it comes to you. I need to know everything about you. Your every like, your every thought, your every desire. I don't want to leave you any opening to slip away." "You don't have to worry about that. That only thing you might have to worry about is how to get rid of me when you find you want someone or something else." "That's not a problem because that day will never come." "I'm happy to hear that. Sorry but I've got to go. Got to start putting my plan into action. Try not to let curiosity kill my poor, little kitty cat because I couldn't bear that. Gotta go. Love you. Bye." I didn't even give him a chance to respond because I was afraid he would keep giving me his version of the third degree and, sometimes, I just can't resist his little boy charms. Now was a time for action. I had a lot to prepare to be totally ready for this special night. I started by talking to my mom and asking her a bunch of questions. I figured that she would be able to answer most of them and, no, she wouldn't be able to figure anything out by the questions I asked. I'm not sure how she and my grandparents would react if they found out I was gay and that David was my lover. I had heard my grandfather tell his friends some homophobic jokes on the rare occasions that I accompanied him on his visits and I always felt that he was not an overly accepting person. No, this was one fact that would probably be best not to disclose. I guess that it's back to the closet with my life. I just can't afford for anyone to find out my secret. As I suspected, mom was very helpful. In fact, she surprised me and out did herself in assisting me with my plans for our private party. Although she didn't realize it, she answered or steered me toward the answer for every obstacle I faced. Now, I had to do the leg work to set the wonderful plan for this evening into motion. The days leading to our special night slipped steadily onward until it was the Sunday that would begin our special time. That Sunday afternoon, I showered and then dressed in my best clothes. This had to be perfect. I combed my hair and brushed my teeth, didn't need any bad breath to spoil the mood, trimmed my nails and, then, inspected my appearance over and over again in the mirror. When I was satisfied that everything was just right, I grabbed my pre-packed backpack and headed out the door. I decided to walk my bike, instead of ride it, because I didn't want the wind to mess up my appearance or take the chance of ripping or catching my pants in the chain. Walking took me so much longer but I arrived about five o'clock only to find David sitting on his front stoop, dressed in his suit. Damn, he looked hot! "Great. Dad left early and we're on our own. May I have the pleasure of escorting you to the party room." "Wow. What fine manners you have, young sir. Did your dad send you to a finishing school as his present for your birthday?" "Don't start. I'm not going to let you spoil my plans." "You're quite right. Please, lead the way." David opened the front door, took me by the arm and led me into the house. He led me straight up to his bedroom, so I began to wonder what his present might be. When he opened the door to his room, I saw how much trouble he had taken in preparing for tonight. There was a soft glow in the room, from a small lamp and several candles placed strategically about. As I walked in, his CD was playing 'My Special Angel' softly in the background. I recognized the song because it was another one of those 'oldies' my mom played around the house. I assumed he must have borrowed it from his dad and set it on repeat play before he went out to greet me. I came to that conclusion after the song started to play again. As David began to fiddle with different things, I listened to the words of the song. I guess I've never really listened to them before but they were really romantic. You are my special angel Sent from up above The Lord smiled down on me And sent an angel to love You are my special angel Right from paradise I know that you're an angel Heaven is in your eyes The smile from your lips brings the summer sunshine Tears from your eyes bring the rain I feel your touch, your warm embrace And I'm in heaven again You are my special angel Through eternity I'll have my special angel Here to watch over me "Nice song. I didn't know you listened to such old tunes." "I don't really. This is a song that my dad used to play for my mom on her birthday and on their anniversary. I just thought it was kind of fitting for tonight." "That's sweet. It really is a lovely song." After saying that, I began to study the room, again. There was a small table, on the far side of the bed, with a cake, two small plates and two forks beside it. When David finished making his final adjustments, he came back to where I was standing. He took my hand and led me to the table and directed me to a chair. He pulled it out and asked me to sit. Then he sat in the other chair, while still holding my hand. "I've been excited all day. My father knew something was up but I explained it away by telling him I was giving you a surprise party for your birthday. I think he was a little confused when I told him no one else was coming, just the two of us." He paused, looking kind of nervous. He kept looking at me and then around the room before he spoke again. "I can't delay this any longer. I want to give you your presents." Presents. That means more than one. Damn. He did it to me again. I only got him one present and he's gone and one-upped me again. "I want to give you this one first." He handed me a small box, almost identical to the one he gave me for Christmas. Nervously, I unwrapped it. It was another jewelry box and as I opened it, with trembling fingers, there was a single gold charm. It was a tiny little angel. "This gift has two meanings behind it. The first, you may have guessed from the song I have been playing. Billy, you truly are my special angel." Like a little girl, I just starting crying, no, sobbing hysterically. I've never heard anything so sweet in my entire life. David walked over and wrapped his arms around me, trying to will his own strength into my body to help me take control of the moment. When I finally got myself back together, he gave me a sweet kiss and went back to his seat. "The second meaning behind that gift," he began again, "is to let you know that I want to be your guardian angel and protect you always." Here we go again. Once more I was overcome with another bout with tears and, once more, I couldn't believe how lucky I was to have this boy of mine love me as he does. Again, he approached me and tried to help me regain my composure. All I could do was look into those electrifying brown eyes and try to let him know how much I truly loved him. Now, he was on one knee beside me, afraid to go back to his seat and leave me alone. "I'm sure that you know that this charm is to go on the chain I got you for Christmas." All I could do was to nod in agreement. "Now, please accept this second small gift." I lowered my head in shame at how much more he had done for me but David pushed another little package into my hand. This appeared to be identical to the first gift, at least on the exterior. Again, I fumbled trying to open it, my hands not working in perfect harmony with the rest of my body. David saw the difficulty I was having and he assisted me in my efforts. He left me with the small jewelry box and I worked to lift the lid. This time my reaction was totally different and I burst out laughing. David seemed to be relieved by my outburst and started laughing right along with me. In the box was a little gold cannon. He certainly didn't have to explain this one to me. I hugged and hugged David, as he knelt next to me, and finally I was able to tell him it would take me a few minutes before I could make my presentation. He nodded understandingly and smiled lovingly in my direction. When I felt that I could do what I had prepared to do, I stood up and began to speak. "I thought about many things before I decided on your gift. I wanted to give you some symbol to show the one thing about you that makes me most want to celebrate your birth. At first, I ran through all the obvious choices, your face, your eyes, your smile, your incredible body and that wonderful fifth appendage that you have. I realized that these weren't it. "Now, I went deeper. Maybe it was your wonderful mind, your tenderness, your understanding or your forgiving nature. Although these are wonderful things about you, these qualities weren't the one special thing that I loved most about you. Then I figured it out." With that, I handed David my gift. It was a small package, very similar to the ones that he gave to me, and when he opened it he found a small golden heart. "This, too, has a double meaning," I said, choking back my tears. "The first is the most important thing about you is your large heart. The heart that accepted me so completely, the one that you gave me without reservation and the one that I shall cherish until the day I die. "The second reason I wanted to give you that heart was to let you know how much you touched my heart and that, for all intent and purposes, I was giving my heart to you." We embraced and held onto each other as if our lives depended on it. God, I still can't get over how much we think alike and how very similar our preparations were. "There is one more part to my portion of this evening and I need a minute to prepare." I left my gorgeous hunk standing there alone as I retrieved my next surprise from my backpack. I strode over to his CD player, which was still playing "You Are My Special Angel" and switched it for the CD I had brought with me, the one my mom let me borrow. As it was booting up I walked back to David. "May I have the honor of this dance?" He took me lovingly in his arms as we danced to an old, slow song that I had heard my mother play so many times before. "This magic moment So different and so new Unlike any other Until I met you And then it happened It took me by surprise I knew that you felt it too I could see it by the look in your eyes." * * * * * * * * If you have enjoyed reading this story, you will find other stories by me at http://www.teenboyauthors.org/thewolf/, in the 'Other Stories' section. E-mails may be sent to: bwstories44@hotmail.com.