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CHAPTER SIX
The shock of their discovery killed the sexual appetite of both Danny and James. They showered quickly, dressed and went through to the living room where they found Sandra sitting alone. Through the French windows Michelle could be seen lying on a sun lounger by the pool; there was no sign of James' parents.
"Get yourselves some breakfast and we'll talk while you eat," Sandra said. "I'm not sure that you were using your `best judgement' this morning, James," she continued when they were seated in the dining area.
"I know," the young man replied quietly, "I just never expected anyone to come in without any warning."
"It's all my fault," Danny sniffled. "Michelle has come in every morning; I was so excited at seeing James that I completely forgot."
"Michelle is the least of your worries," Sandra continued. "She was surprised by what she saw but I spoke to her and she's fine now. Unfortunately James, your parents were here when she blurted out what she'd witnessed and I'm afraid it's come as a shock to them; especially your mum, who was very upset. They've gone out for a walk to talk things over and when they come back the three of us are going to have a chat. I suggest that the two of you disappear for a couple of hours and give us some space."
* * *
James packed a small rucksack with towels, sunscreen and other beach essentials, like a bottle of lube and Danny led him to the cove where he and Juan had spent the previous afternoon. They stripped down to their swimming trunks, spread a towel on the sand and James lay on his back with Danny snuggled up against him with his head on the young man's chest. "What's going to happen?" he asked plaintively.
"I don't know, baby," James replied. "My parents are quite conservative when it comes to sexual matters; I was surprised how well they took the news that I'm gay but this is something else entirely. They could easily stop us from seeing each other."
"We could still get together secretly, couldn't we?"
"Not really, baby, they could stop you from coming to our house and your mum wouldn't let me come to yours if my parents were against it. Also, I'm away at university most of the time so it wouldn't be practical." Danny started to sob and James instinctively pulled him closer in a protective manner. "Hey, don't cry baby; we don't know what's going to happen so let's wait and see and hope for the best."
"OK," Danny sniffed, trying to hold back the tears. "I love you, James."
"I love you too, baby."
They lay for a while and Danny's tears dried up as he enjoyed the warmth and firmness of James' body against his own. At length they were disturbed by the sound of someone descending the steep path to the little cove. They moved apart, unsure of who was approaching; when the figure came into view a grin came to Danny's face, "Hi Juan," he said, "this is my boyfriend, James."
"Hi Danny," the Spanish boy replied but his eyes were fixed on James. "Wow, now I know why you say you are the lucky one. Your sister met Rafa and she said you'd gone out," he continued, "I thought you would be here."
The three of them sat on the beach and chatted, Danny explaining to his new friend what had happened that morning and how concerned they were. "You should fuck now," Juan stated. "It might be your last chance."
James and Danny looked at each other; even though they'd been discussing the possible end of their relationship, the idea that this might be their final opportunity to have sex hadn't occurred to them.
"Let's have a threesome," Juan said boldly. "You can spit roast me."
"What's a split roast?" Danny asked.
"It's `spit' not `split'," James replied with a laugh and then described the position. "It's called a spit roast because it resembles a pig being roasted over a fire with the spit sticking out at either end."
"Ah, now I understand," the boy replied. "It sounds like fun, let's do it."
They all stripped and the Spanish boy got onto all fours in the middle of the towel. Danny knelt in front of him Juan took his hardening cock into his mouth. Meanwhile James pulled the bottle of lube from the bag and applied it to his own seven inches which were sheathed in a condom supplied by Juan. With more of the lube on his fingers, he pushed first one and then a second into the fourteen year old's arse. Knowing that this was no virgin hole, he wasted no more time, lined himself up with the pink pucker and pushed fully home with a single thrust.
Juan moaned with pleasure around Danny's cock as James started to fuck him. He locked his lips around the three and a half inches of boy cock and allowed the momentum supplied by James to move him back and forth along its length. As the young man increased the pace and began to pound Juan with more intensity he reached around and took the boy's four inches in his hand and stroked it in time with his own thrusts.
Danny, unsurprisingly, came first; squirting his watery boy juice into Juan's mouth. When he became too sensitive he pulled out, just as the Spanish boy announced that he was about to cum as well. James pulled Juan upright and told Danny to take it in his mouth; the boy needed no second invitation, swallowing his new friend in one go. One or two more thrusts were all that was required to push Juan over the edge and he filled Danny's mouth with his sweet nectar. When the boy pulled off, James pushed Juan back onto his hands and knees and redoubled his efforts; slamming into him far harder than he'd ever dared to fuck Danny. The slapping sound of skin against skin filled the air, "I want you to cum in my mouth," Juan moaned; and at that moment James pulled out and removed the condom. Juan spun around and swallowed James' cock to the root, just as the young man climaxed. Two ropes of cum went straight down the Spanish boy's throat before he pulled back to take the remainder in his mouth. When James stopped cumming, Juan pulled off and the pair kissed, sharing the contents of the boy's mouth. When they broke the kiss Juan turned to Danny and kissed him as well, allowing the youngest of the trio to enjoy the taste too. Finally James and Danny kissed; and this time it was a much more sensual, lingering one as they completed what might prove to be their final sexual act together.
"Wow, that was hot," Juan said, as they broke apart. "You two belong with each other; I hope it all works out for you."
James pulled his phone out of his bag and checked the time. "It's time we headed back and faced the music," he said.
"Do we have to?" Danny asked. "Can't we wait a bit longer?"
"No baby," James responded sadly. "Come on, let's get it over with."
They said goodbye to Juan, packed up their gear and headed off to the villa to discover their fate.
* * *
They entered the villa to find their parents sitting in a row on one of the couches, Nick in the centre with Helen to his left and Sandra on his right. All three looked serious, although Sandra gave James a reassuring smile when he looked at her, "That's one on our side at least," he thought to himself. Next he turned to his mother and was met with a dark, disapproving look, "And that'll be one against us." He realised then that his father was the key figure. He'd surprised James once before with how well he'd dealt with his son's `coming out'; perhaps he could be persuaded to support them now.
"Well son, do you have anything you want to say?" Nick asked quietly.
"I didn't expect the Spanish Inquisition," he replied. Nick was a big Monty Python fan and James was relieved to see his father's mouth twitch as he struggled to suppress a grin; at least he hadn't lost his sense of humour. "It's quite simple really," he continued, "Danny and I love each other." He pulled the younger boy closer to him and placed an arm over his shoulder possessively.
"We all know it's not as simple as that," Nick responded, "Danny is only twelve years old; what you are doing is illegal, as well as being morally wrong."
"It may be illegal but I don't accept that it's morally wrong. Danny might only be twelve but he knows his own mind; we've done nothing that he doesn't want to do and I've been very careful not to hurt him. The physical expression of love can never be immoral."
Nick turned to the boy, "What do you have to say, Danny?"
"I love James with all my heart," he replied. "I've enjoyed every moment we've spent together and I hate it when we're apart. I want to spend the rest of my life with him."
"Ah, that's the problem, I think," Nick said. Suddenly James realised where his father was going with this; and that Danny was digging a huge hole for them. "What about you, James; have you considered the long term future of this relationship?"
"Yes, I have," James replied sadly, "but I don't think Danny has."
"What do you mean?" the boy asked.
"I'm not just gay, Danny; I'm a boy lover. That's why I was attracted to you in the first place.
"So? I'm a boy; what's the problem?"
"You're a boy now," James replied, "but you won't be a boy forever. In a few years you'll be a man and then things will change."
"Does that mean you won't love me anymore?" Danny asked, in a barely audible voice.
"No baby, I'll always love you; but eventually I'll no longer find you sexually attractive."
"Oh." There was a period of silence as the boy processed that piece of information. After several seconds he put an arm around James' waist, looked up at his lover and said decisively, "We'll just have to make the most of the next few years then, won't we."
James smiled down at the boy and replied," I want that more than anything else in the world right now." He looked back at the three parents; Sandra was grinning, Nick was smiling and even Helen looked less serious than before.
"That was what we needed to hear," Nick said. "Our only concern has been Danny's welfare; from what Sandra told us and what you said just now it's obvious that you feel the same way. As long as Danny is happy with the relationship and understands and accepts that it will eventually end, we won't stand in your way; even if we don't all approve of it." As he said that he looked pointedly at his wife.
"Furthermore, we feel that we should do what we can to make things as easy as possible for you. We've agreed that, whenever James is home from university, Danny can stay with him at our house; as long as he does his homework and keeps up his grades, of course."
"I'm not sure about that," Danny replied and four pairs of eyes turned to him in astonishment. He looked straight at Helen and continued, "James' couch really isn't very comfortable, you know."
Helen smiled for the first time. "Oh Danny, you're an excellent actor; I really believed you'd spent the night on that couch. You won't have to pretend again; you'll always be welcome in our home. Even if James is away, you can always come and visit; I'll be delighted to see you."
Danny walked over to her and they embraced. "When you're in our house I want you to treat me like a second mum," Helen said. "If you have any problems at all I want you to come straight to see me, OK?"
"Thanks Mrs Edwards," Danny said and they hugged again. He next embraced Nick and then his mum who insisted on kissing him as well. "Thanks mum, you're the best," he told her, fully aware that her support had been vital in the discussion between her and James' parents.
When he finally escaped his mother's clutches, he walked back over to James, took his hand and said, "Come on, we've got some unfinished business."
James looked at the three parents, shrugged his shoulders and allowed his young lover to lead him to their bedroom.
* * *
The first thing James did when they entered the room was to lock the door; once bitten, twice shy. While he was doing that, Danny got the bottle of lube from the rucksack and placed it on the bedside cabinet. When James turned back to the room he was engulfed in a fierce embrace, "I can't believe it," Danny said. "I was sure that we were screwed."
James turned up the boy's chin and leaned down to kiss him tenderly. "No, baby," he replied when they broke apart, "now you're going to get screwed."
Danny giggled, ran over to the bed and leapt on to it. Lying on his back, propped on his elbows he said seductively, "Come on then big boy; put your cock where your mouth is."
James stripped quickly and walked over to the boy, his hard seven inches leading the way. "Actually, I think I'll put my cock where your mouth is," he replied. Danny started to giggle again but it was abruptly curtailed when James pushed his cock past his lips and into his mouth. The boy grasped the shaft and started to suck eagerly, gradually taking in more and more until he had the full length lodged in his throat. He reached round, grabbing James' arse cheeks and pulled him tighter to himself, in an attempt to get even more cock into his gullet. When he was about to pass out from lack of air, he pulled off, gasping for breath.
James removed Danny's T-shirt, pushed him onto his back, undid his shorts and pulled both them and his underwear off together. The boy's feet were already bare so James picked up one leg and then the other in order to suckle on the toes of each foot in turn. Then he spread the boy's legs apart, kissing and licking the inside of each thigh until he reached the real prize. He licked the lad's scrotum before sucking both his little balls into his mouth; then he repeated the process with Danny's hard, three and a half inch shaft, causing him to moan with pleasure. He continued until the boy was on the edge and then pulled off, lying on his back next to his young lover.
Danny straddled James' chest, presenting his arse in front of the young man's face and returned to fellating his cock; which was, by now, leaking copious amounts of pre-cum. James spread the boy's bum cheeks and licked from his balls, across his perineum and up the crack of his arse. Then, concentrating on the lad's anus, he licked, sucked and probed with his tongue; opening Danny's hole and preparing it for penetration. With a cock in his mouth and a tongue wriggling in his rectum, Danny couldn't help but emit a loud moan and James decided that the boy was just about ready.
They moved apart and James sat with his back against the headboard; he reached over to the bedside table and retrieved the bottle of lube and applied a good amount to his cock. He then pushed one, two and finally three lubed fingers into Danny's anus, ensuring that he was fully prepared for what was to follow. When James withdrew his fingers the boy turned around, positioned his pucker over his lover's throbbing shaft and lowered himself until all seven inches were lodged in his tight channel.
Danny put his arms around James' neck and they kissed passionately before the boy began to move up and down; slowly at first and then more quickly, working his rectal muscles on James' cock at the same time. Simultaneously the young man was massaging the lad's buttocks and sucking on his nipples; breaking off every few minutes so that they could share another kiss. After about quarter of an hour, Danny said, "OK, now I want you to fuck me hard; like you did with Juan earlier."
"Are you sure baby?" James replied with some doubt in his voice. "He's bigger and has a lot more experience than you."
"I want to try it," Danny responded resolutely. "If it hurts too much I'll let you know."
James turned Danny onto his back without having to withdraw, folded his legs back, gripped his hips to hold him in place and began to fuck him harder. Danny braced his feet against James' pecs and his hands against the headboard and said, "Harder!" James complied and pounded the boy until he was screaming in ecstasy. "OH GOD . . . YES . . . YES . . . DON'T STOP . . . MORE . . . MORE . . . HARDER . . ."
Danny was in heaven, he'd never experienced anything like it before. James' cock was rubbing across his prostate with every stroke and he could feel his orgasm building even though he hadn't touched his own cock. James was enjoying it every bit as much as the boy; he'd wanted to give Danny a good hard fuck for a while but had been too worried about hurting him; now he was making up for lost time.
James had cum once already that morning and was able to keep going for longer than he believed possible; but eventually nature took its course and he felt his balls tighten and knew he was about to climax. He reached for Danny's cock but the boy pushed his hand away so he just held on and continued to pound away and Danny continued to scream and yell, although by now he was totally incoherent.
As he came, James made one final, powerful thrust and as he did so he saw a stream of cum fly from Danny's untouched cock as the boy had his first anal orgasm. Afterwards Danny couldn't describe how he felt at that moment; his whole lower abdomen seemed to melt as every muscle spasmed simultaneously and drove more semen from his body than ever before. The emotion proved too much for him and he passed out as James slumped on top; he too, spent from an incredible orgasm.
* * *
It was fully five minutes before Danny came-to, although he wasn't fully awake at that stage. He was lying on his back with his head cradled in James' arm and his chest was being caressed gently by his lover's other hand. "Are you OK baby?" James asked. "You had me worried there."
Danny smiled, "Uh huh, never better," he just about managed to say; before closing his eyes again.
A few minutes later there was a knock on the French windows. James pulled on his shorts and went over to see Danny's mum waiting outside. He opened the window and she said, "It sounds like you pair have finished." James' cheeks burned with embarrassment as he realised that their lovemaking had been audible to those outside by the pool. "Michelle has brought a young man to visit," Sandra continued, "and your dad has fired up the barbecue. Why don't the two of you join us for lunch?"
James closed the window and turned to see Danny laughing. "I didn't think it was possible for someone's cheeks to go so red," he said.
"I'll show you how red cheeks can go!" James exclaimed. He dived onto the bed, wrestled Danny onto his front and gave each of his buttocks a sharp slap. The boy yelped at each blow but started to laugh again as soon as they stopped.
"We haven't got time for this now," he said. "You'll have to punish me later instead."
"I'll make sure I remember to do that," James responded with mock seriousness, before going to take a quick shower. Danny showered after him and when he came out he found James already dressed. "Don't be long baby," he said as he headed outside.
Danny dressed and walked out onto the poolside patio. The villa originally had four double bedrooms and everything was designed for eight people. Just past the pool there was a large, round table under a sunshade with eight chairs around it. James was sitting with a spare seat on either side of him; to his left Michelle was sitting next to Rafa and to his right Sandra and Helen were sitting together. At the far end of the patio, away from the building, was the barbecue pit; where Nick was in his element preparing lunch.
Danny walked over to the table; if their sex session had been heard by everyone here, then there was no point in trying to hide their relationship from Rafa. He placed his hand on James' shoulder and, when the young man looked up, planted a kiss on his lips. "Thanks James," he said, "that was incredible."
Michelle grinned at him and all eyes turned to Rafa. "I think you two had a lot of fun," he said. "My cousin will be sorry that he missed it." There were relieved smiles all around the table; obviously Rafa wasn't bothered by their relationship in the slightest.
Danny pulled a chair close to James, sat down and put his head on his lover's shoulder; James automatically placed an arm around the boy's shoulder. Danny made eye contact with his mum; she smiled at him and he returned the smile. He closed his eyes and allowed the conversation to continue around him. He was sitting in the warm Spanish sunshine, wrapped in the arms of the man he adored; surrounded by family and friends who all accepted him for who he was; and with the aroma of grilled meat tantalising his appetite. He didn't think that life could get any better than that.
* * *
EPILOGUE – Ten Years Later
"Cut!" yelled the director. "OK everyone, that's a wrap. This movie is officially finished; I'll see you all at the party tomorrow tonight." There were a few cheers, a ripple of applause and plenty of high fives and back slaps. Everybody on the set, cast and crew knew that this was a good movie; no, this was a great movie.
One man was primarily responsible for that fact; Scott Andrews, the forty one year old writer/director, who had taken a little regarded play from London's West End, turned it into a phenomenal screenplay and then directed it with something close to genius. The play hadn't made it to Broadway but the American film director had seen it in several times London and recognised its potential, albeit with a few alterations. He had also recognised the potential of the play's twenty one year old star, whose intense, mesmerising performance was matched only by his stunning, dark good looks. Scott had seduced the playwright, metaphorically, securing the film rights for a pittance; he had also seduced the actor, literally, making the young man his lover and then marrying him six months later.
After returning to LA, persuading a studio to make the film had been fairly straightforward; persuading them to cast a complete unknown as the lead, however, had been less so. Two of the studio's suggested stars were in their thirties and therefore too old for the part; the other, the twenty five year old star of an American TV show, simply wasn't a good enough actor in Scott's opinion. Finally the studio had relented and agreed to let Scott direct and his new husband star, although they both had to accept a ridiculously small fee in return for a cut of the profits. Now, a year after he first saw the play, the film was finished and they all knew that they had an Oscar contender on their hands.
At last Scott managed to fight his way through the congratulatory throng and embraced his young husband. "Great performance, Danny," he said. "You were fantastic, as always."
"Anyone would look good with you directing them," the young actor responded modestly. "I'll see you in a few minutes," he added, pointing to his make-up. "I've got to go and scrape all this shit off my face."
As Danny headed off to his trailer to clean up, Scott heard his name being called and turned to see one of the security guards signalling for his attention. "There's a guy in a limo at the front gate who says he's guest of you and Mr Thomas, sir. It's a Mr Edwards, Mr James Edwards."
"Yeah, he's expected Tom," Scott replied. "Let him in."
"Hi James, it's great to see you again," Scott greeted him warmly. They had met before, James had been a witness at the wedding and Scott knew all about his relationship with Danny.
"Thanks, I'm glad to be here," James replied, "and thanks for the ride, you didn't have to do that."
"It was my pleasure; I wanted you to feel welcome. I didn't think that leaving you to fight for a cab quite cut it."
"I appreciate the gesture," James responded. "Where's the `Boy Wonder'?"
Scott laughed, "He's just having his make-up removed; he'll be here any moment."
Just then Danny arrived with a huge smile on his face and he and James embraced tenderly. Scott could have been jealous, knowing how his husband still felt about their guest, but he was aware of James' preferences and knew that their love was now purely platonic. When they drew apart Scott stepped in, placed his arm around Danny's waist and kissed him on the cheek. "Why don't you take James home, I'm sure you've got lots to talk about. I've got a couple of hours of editing to do, I'll be home about eight and the four of us can go out for dinner."
"The four of us?" James queried as they walked across the parking lot to Danny's red, Jaguar F-Type convertible.
"Yeah, Scott's son has come to live with us," Danny replied. "He's a nice kid, you'll like him."
"I'll tell what I do like," James responded, "your car. That is one seriously smart set of wheels."
"Thanks, it was a wedding present from Scott."
"Well, if he's going to give you presents like that you stick with him!" They both laughed as they climbed inside and Danny drove off.
* * *
"How long are you going to be out here in California?" Danny asked, as they headed down the freeway towards his Malibu, beach front home.
"It's pretty much the same deal as my dad had fifteen years ago, five years with an option to extend. Obviously Dad opted to return home, thank God."
"Why do you say that?" Danny asked, puzzled. "I thought you liked it out here."
"I wouldn't have met you otherwise, dummy!" James retorted.
"I preferred it when you called me `baby'," Danny responded wryly.
"Well `baby' doesn't seem appropriate now that you're all grown up and married."
"Yeah, I couldn't have asked for things to have turned out any better; and that's thanks to you to a large extent.
"I saw your mum last week," James said, changing the subject in an attempt to avoid embarrassment. "She said she was heading out to Spain for a while."
"She's going to give Michelle and Rafa a hand with the twins," Danny replied. "Michelle wants to get back to work as soon as she can; apparently the substitute is teaching the kids American English or `lazy English' as she calls it."
"God help anyone who gets on the wrong side of your sister!" James said, with feeling and they both laughed. "How about Juan, has he settled down yet?"
"You're kidding, right!" Danny scoffed. "I think he's on a one man mission to get fucked by every guy in Spain, gay and straight; and probably all the tourists as well!"
"Well, I for one wouldn't bet against him achieving that goal," James replied and they laughed again, thoroughly enjoying one another's company.
"How about you?" Danny asked. "Got yourself a new boy yet?"
"No, I've had some fun with the occasional young looking twink but young boys aren't easy come by. They don't all throw themselves at me covered in beer and barbecue sauce you know!"
"I don't know what you're talking about," Danny replied; trying but failing to keep a straight face.
They continued to chat and reminisce until Danny pulled into the drive of the impressive house that he shared with his husband. "Wow, this is amazing," James said. "You're obviously doing well!"
"I wish!" Danny exclaimed. "This was Scott's before we met. I'm being paid peanuts for this film and I wouldn't even be in it if he hadn't insisted. It's good though, I mean really good; so hopefully it'll get me noticed and I'll get a bit more for my next one."
When they entered the house, Danny took James to a guest bedroom where he dumped his bag. As they returned to the living room, a thirteen year old boy entered through the open French windows and came over to greet them; he hugged Danny and then stood, one arm around Danny's waist and the other perched on his own hip, and appraised James with obvious interest.
"James, this is my stepson Jonathan. Jon, this is my friend James."
Jon was five feet two inches tall and weighed a little over a hundred pounds. He had light brown hair, which was cut short at the sides but had been allowed to grow longer on top and sparkling green eyes. He was wearing a Lakers basketball top that showed off his tanned, lightly muscled body and from which protruded two slim, smooth, coltish legs. Whatever he was wearing underneath was skimpy enough not to show and his feet were bare.
"You weren't kidding Danny, he's really good looking," the boy said, without taking his eyes from James.
James was surprised by the remark and he looked at Danny questioningly.
Danny laughed and said, "I'm going to have a shower, why don't you two sit down and get to know one another."
As Danny headed upstairs, Jon grabbed James by the hand and pulled him over to sit on one of several couches in the huge living room. "Would you like a beer?" he asked.
"Sure, if it's OK for you to do that."
"Yeah, it's cool; as long as I don't have one myself," the boy replied, heading over to the bar in the corner and pulling a bottle from the fridge. "Do you want a glass or just the bottle?"
"The bottle's fine," James answered and the lad brought over to him along with a soda for himself.
"Danny's told me everything about you," he said, as soon as he sat down.
"Everything?" James asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Well maybe not all the gory details," Jon replied with a giggle, "but I can work those out for myself."
"So what has he told you, exactly?"
"Well, he told me that you like boys and that when he was my age you were a very special friend to him. I'm hoping that you'll be a friend to me in the same way."
"What way is that?" James asked, cautiously.
"I'm gay like Dad and Danny; well, more like Danny really. I like older guys; men, not other boys. I want you to teach me, like you taught him."
"I'm not sure that your parents will be too keen on that idea?" James replied, sceptically.
"It was dad that suggested it," Jon replied, enthusiastically. "He said that you did such a great job with Danny that you'd be perfect for me."
"You all seem to have decided things already, don't I get a say?"
"Of course you do!" Jon exclaimed. "Will it be a problem, don't you like me?" Tears began to well up in the boy's eyes.
James realised that, despite his outward bravado and self-confidence, Jon had the same doubts as any other thirteen year old coming to terms with being gay. Putting his arm around the boy's shoulder, he pulled him close until his head pressed into his chest. "Of course I like you," he whispered tenderly, "you just took me by surprise, that's all." Instinctively he kissed the boy on the top of the head and was rewarded with a stunning smile. He felt his heart miss a beat and realised that he hadn't had such a strong, instant attraction for a boy since he had seen Danny at his parents barbecue ten years before. They continued to sit, snuggled together for several minutes, until Danny returned from his shower.
"Ah, that is so sweet," he said as he descended the stairs and saw the two of them cuddled up on the couch. "You pair make a wonderful couple."
"So, what's this sordid little plan the three of you seem to have hatched up?" James asked, as Danny helped himself to a beer and checked that his friend didn't need a refill.
"When Jon `came out', he and his parents decided it would be best if he came to live with us," Danny explained. "When he arrived we had a `get-to-know-you' chat and he told us that he liked older guys. I told him about the two of us; well the edited version anyway and he said that he wished that he had someone like you. When you announced that you were coming out to California, Scott suggested that we could ask you to mentor Jon in the same way you did me. We had planned for the two of you to get to know each other before we asked; but this little sod seems to have jumped the gun!"
"Sorry," Jon said sheepishly. "When I saw how handsome he was I kinda got carried away," he added with a giggle.
"You don't have to make an instant decision," Danny said. "You'll probably want to get to know the little scamp before you commit yourself."
"I think I've seen enough," James replied, with a smile. "I've always been a sucker for a cute boy; how could I possibly say `no'!"
"Yay!" Jon yelled; cuddling up to James and burying his head back into the chest of his new mentor. "We'll need to get lube and condoms, or do have them already?"
"Just hold on there," Danny told him. "I know from experience that James doesn't rush into things, you won't need those items for a while yet."
"How long?" the boy asked with a whine, sitting back on the couch.
"Not until James decides you're ready," Danny replied. "Don't forget, patience is a virtue."
James struggled to suppress a smile as he watched Danny playing the step-parent.
"Patience sucks!" Jon exclaimed, folding his arms and pouting.
James leaned toward the boy, "Don't worry baby, so do I," he told him, bringing a grin back to Jon's face. Danny smiled, he was glad that his stepson had the chance to benefit from James' tuition in the same way that he had ten years earlier; but he was also pleased that his friend finally had a new boy to call `baby'.
* * *
"The nominations for the Academy Award for best actor in a leading role are . . ." Danny fidgeted nervously as the esteemed actress read out the list. The film had received excellent reviews from the critics but had made a slow start at the box office, as it lacked a big name to pull in an audience. Then word of mouth, or to be more precise the power of the internet, had turned it into a major hit. It hadn't challenged the blockbusters, of course but, as it had been made on a relatively small budget, it turned a very healthy profit; making both Danny and Scott far more money than they would have received if they'd had a larger upfront fee instead. Then, as the icing on the cake, it had won numerous awards, culminating in six Oscar nominations.
"And the Oscar goes to . . ." Danny woke from his reverie as he realised that the winner was being announced. "Daniel Thomas."
Danny almost floated up onto the stage. He kissed the veteran actress on each cheek and accepted the small statuette that meant so much in his chosen profession. Then he stepped over to the podium to make his acceptance speech.
"Firstly I want to thank the rest of the cast and crew, without their unstinting efforts I wouldn't even have been nominated for this award. I also want to thank all my family and friends who've supported me over the years; I can't mention you all and I'd hate to leave anyone out so I won't give a list of names; you all know who you are anyway.
"I do want to give a special mention to two people, though; one you already know and one you probably don't. Scott Andrews, the writer and director of this wonderful movie and the man I married, fought like hell to give me this opportunity when others wanted the part to go to a more established actor. Without him I definitely wouldn't be standing here tonight."
The big screen behind Danny showed Scott, holding his own Oscar for best director and there was a prolonged round of applause.
"The other person I need to thank is my best friend James Edwards. When I was a young boy, struggling to come to terms with my sexuality, he was my friend, mentor and protector. Without him I would never have developed the self-confidence needed to be a professional actor, in fact I wouldn't be the man I am today."
The camera panned across from Scott; past an excited Jon, who was almost bouncing in his seat while holding his dad's other award, for best adapted screenplay; and halted on a rather embarrassed James. There was another round of applause, though somewhat shorter and more muted than the first.
"Scott, James this award is yours' as much as mine. Thank you, from the bottom of my heart; I love you both."
He walked back to his seat, the applause ringing in his ears; as he approached he could see the three most important guys in his life applauding loudest of all. Ten years ago he had been a nervous twelve year old, confused about his sexuality; today, thanks to James and now Scott, he had discovered true love and genuine happiness.
The End
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