Date: Sat, 04 Nov 2000 12:35:14 GMT From: Jamie Subject: Chris-and-Jamie Chapter 5 Chris and Jamie Chapter 5 Hey, guys. Sorry I haven't been posting, but something came up. Anyway enjoy the story. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ The first Monday back at school was interesting to say the least. Gathering our friends in one corner of the playground, we decided to tell them. `...And so that's the whole story.' Chris finally finished. He looked at me and grinned. `So is this because you're in a boys-only school, or is there more to it?' Simon asked jokingly. `Shut up.' Chris kicked him. `Is this proof enough for you.' He spun me around and stuck his tongue down my throat and massaged my lips with his. `Oh God, you two are really gone on each other. Well, enjoy it, we're right behind you.' Ciaran told us. `But you guys have gotta stop doing that. People can see you and some won't like it.' I knew he was right but there was no stopping Chris when he was on a roll. I think it must be American logic or something, but when he gets started he never stops. Ciaran was beginning to get worried. He pulled the rest of them in closer so that we were mostly obscured from the view of the main playground. Some angles were still open though. `You guys are sick.' Lee shouted from behind Ciaran. I broke the kiss. `We've blown it now.' `Load of bloody poofs!' His friends had started to chime in. This was bad and we knew it. At that moment the bell rang, signalling the end of lunch. Talk about saved by the bell. It was a Godsend. We hurried to class quickly and sat down. Our Religious Studies mistress swept into the room with her mini-skirt worn so short that it only half-covered her ass. She was an evil little woman from Northern Ireland and never got tired of reminding us that the British oppressed Ireland. She did, however, love Chris for the redeeming fact that he was American and their politics didn't involve Ireland (unless election day was coming up). Everyone really hated her and she really hated us. At every given opportunity she would go crying to our Housemasters with some complaint about us. Chris and I were both Roman Catholics and so was she. However, her values were more Catholic than the Pope. Homosexuality was one of her hot topics that she loved to debate because she knew that most of the class would side with her argument -- it is morally and ethically wrong. Just guess what we were debating today? Yes, "Is homosexuality morally right?" `Now, boys, let's start the discussion with Mr Walker. Chris, do you think homosexuality is moral?' She looked at him, expecting him to come down on her side. `Er...yes, I think that people have a right to choose what they believe is moral. I think that it is up to people to decide.' That cracked her smile and she shot him a glance that would have killed a weaker man. I put my hand on his leg to put him at ease. She persisted. `But what about when you see two men kissing in the street, don't you find that very uncomfortable?' `No.' His answer was short and sharp and pierced her like a knife. `Does anybody else think that it is right?' I quickly raised my hand, and was followed in suit by our friends: Mark, Ciaran, Simon, Tom, Gareth, Julian and Oliver. `Aww, look, James is sticking up for his boyfriend.' One of the others shouted from a corner. `Stop that now, boys. I will not have someone call one of my best pupils a homosexual when there is no way that they can be.' `But, Miss...' Chris started to say, but was not listened to. `Miss, I am...' He was becoming more persistent. `There is no way...' She was continuing. `I AM GAY!' Chris shouted. She just turned and stared at him. `What did you say?' `I'm gay, Miss. I have been for a long time. I've even got a boyfriend.' Chris held up my hand, which was clasped in his own. She looked in horror. `But you can't be. You're wrong.' `I'M WHAT?' Oh God, Chris had started again. That American temper will be the death of us both. `It's okay, don't get angry, Chris. I think you may be a little confused. When you're homosexual you love other boys, dear.' She was becoming a right bitch, as usual. `Like this?' He asked. Chris reached over and pulled me into another kiss. She was dumbfounded. The bell rang, signalling the end of the first period after lunch. He gathered his books and walked out of the room, dragging me behind him and flashing his "I'm-too-cute-and-innocent-to-do-anything-wrong" grin. `Did you see her face when you two kissed, James?' Ciaran asked when we were out of earshot of the teacher. `No, I was too busy buried in Chris to see.' I laughed. `I don't think she liked that.' Chris turned to me. `It was very funny though. I bet I get an E for my homework now.' `It was worth it for the look on her face.' Tom told us. At the end of the day we waited outside for our parents to collect us. Eventually Chris's car pulled up and he threw his bag into the back. After a small discussion with his Dad he came back to me. `Hey, apparently your parents have gone to see your Gran in Derbyshire. I think she's a little ill. Your coming to stay with us for a few days.' I jumped for joy and swung him around in my arms. `That is SO cool.' I finally managed to get out. `Shut up.' He said and pulled me into the car. When we arrived at his house we were forced to finish our homework before we could have any fun. This rule didn't go completely to plan as we decided that homework was too boring to waste our concentration on. Chris pulled me onto the bed and began to caress my ass, when he door burst open. `Hey, guys.' His Dad's southern drawl echoed around the room. `Homework first, then you can play about all you want -- but keep the noise down. James's Mom told me how loud you two can get.' He closed the door and Chris and I went back to our work. Upon finishing there was no question of what to do next. I took and leap and pinned Chris to the bed. `So, what are you going to do with me now?' He asked flashing that grin again. `Nothing.' I said letting him up. His face fell. `What? What's wrong?' `Nothing.' I told him. `I just don't fancy you anymore. I think we should break up.'