Date: Sun, 29 May 2005 13:29:11 -0700 From: Kevin Harness Subject: Hands On My Heart, Part 8 This story contains descriptions of actors playing gay characters of legal age and below 18. These actors engage in consensual sex in this story, however your government, local laws, statutes, etc may not allow you to read this story. You are not supposed to be reading this story if you are not 18 years of age. All that being said, I write this story for true boylovers and the boys that love to be loved, everywhere, anywhere. ================================================================== In the end, Michael only had to buy about $1100 in hardware, wire, and supplies in order to complete and bill out the collection agency's job for $7500, making Trevor's take-home pay over $2500. During one weekend, Trevor attended the prom with his boylover and boyfriend, went on a harbor cruise, spent $3000 and got an $8000 car, and made back over $2500. Pretty good considering it was Sunday morning. Well, that and he'd worked all night pulling cable and setting up a whole computer system and hadn't slept a wink yet. Strangely enough, he felt bodily tired but mentally he was running at about Warp 9. Yeah, go figure. Michael was pretty happy also. Coincidentally, his weekend contained pretty much the same agenda, but from an entirely different persepctive. It felt very good to give Trev and his friends some fun at the prom, after-party, and harbor cruise. It felt oddly rewarding to tell off the weirdo that had been following them around. It was hugely satisfying to gift most of his very nice car to Trevor, and to work with him for almost thirteen hours straight, something they'd never done. It had been a weekend of firsts. First time calling his love 'Trev' in front of his parents. First time Trev had even held his hand in the company of his parents. First time mom and dad threw a party for Trevor and his gay friends only. Trevor explaining to his parents that Michael had never made any advances toward him, and telling them that he loved Michael, followed by Michael telling them the same. Quite a weekend, to be sure. They got home at about 8:30a and flopped down onto Michael's couch for a few minutes, both fairly exhausted despite the good times. Trevor uprighted himself enough and swung his leg over to straddle Michael's legs. He smiled an impish smile, and leaned in and kissed his love with light, tender kisses. "Thanks, a lot," Trevor said softly. "I've never felt so taken care of in so many ways before. It's kind of new, but...well, I think I could grow to like it. A lot. Michael glanced down and chuckled, "Why I do see what you mean, dear boy. Yes, yes." Trevor rolled his eyes and smiled, and leaned in to lay against Michael's chest. "You wanna have sex, big boy?" he taunted lazily. "Yeah, sure. Trev, no matter what we do we'll fall asleep. The wandering photographer with the overcoat with find us ass-spackled to each other in the morning" Trevor laughed and Michael picked up and dialed the phone. "Hi, this is Michael. Oh, it went pretty good actually. Dead tired, but nonetheless it was a highly motivating and profitable half-day's work. No, no, I left him at the job to keep an eye out for any sparks and short circuits. He said he'd take the 7am to 7pm watch," and then laughed. "You're bad," Trevor laughed, wishing he'd thought of teasing his parents first. Michael stuck out his tongue toward the insulting party. "Promises, promises," Trevor taunted tiredly. "Well, we were going to clean up here a bit, and then invite you out to breakfast. What is a convenient time for you? Ohhhh, ok. Sure, we'll make it a brunch then, I've got a nice place in mind. I don't know, hang on while I ask." Michael pulled the phone from his ear for a moment and asked, "Your mom and dad want to know if you'd like to go to church with them, or take a nap?" Without missing a beat, Trevor responded, "Well, I can do it like when I was a little kid and do both. Long as I don't snore like the old guy with the beard who always sat behind us, I'll be ok." Michael grinned and put the phone back to his ear. "Yeah, I think he said it loud enough so I wouldn't have to repeat it. Ok, will do. We'll see you when you get back, and go for a nice brunch then, how does that sound? Ok, cool. Thanks, bye!" and he hung up. Trevor smiled his best attempt at an evil smile. "They fully expect that you'll take a nap and be a good boy while they're at church, you know," Michael tried. Trevor laughed, "Yeah, I know. About all I'm good for now is a nice, warm shower and a nap for real. Church is normally 90 minutes or so plus 10 minutes travel each way so we've got almost two hours." "Cool. Wash my back and I'll wash yours," Michael said. "Race you to the shower," Trevor chided. "On your mark, get set, go...." Michael drawled lazily, not getting up. "Sheesh, and your're the top. I thought the bottom boy was supposed to be less animated." "Babe, you've never been less animated as a bottom," Michael observed, smiling. "Really?" "Uh-huh." "What do you like about my being the bottom?" his blonde beauty asked with genuine interest. "One would almost think you were fishing for compliments, sweetie," Michael kidded back. Trevor gave one of those faces that said, "Well? Where's the answer?" Nicely, but definite. Michael bobbed and shook his head in a "well, ok" manner, and thought for a second. "As a boylover, I've always had probably several ideal types of boys in mind, some that were funny and cute, some that were unbelievably striking in appearance, some that had cute mannerisms, and probably others that were some combination of those qualities." He paused to gather his thoughts. "You, from day one, were all of those, and the more I got to know you and you grew up little by little, you became more and more of each of those things. You were a cute, younger boy w/ killer good looks, wonderfully blonde hair of my most favorite colors and tones, funny, witty, smart, nice body each step of the way, and you adored me back each step of the way. That is all so erotic and wonderful and alluring and warm that it is very hard to describe how it makes me feel. Then, we began to have sex, and it was wonderful to hear you cum, watch your face, see how much pleasure you were in. So.... when you're the bottom boy, it's your blonde hair, it's unbelievable. Your hair pulses as I push into you, making your hair shine and flash. That's probably my favorite part. Then I can see your buns and me in them, and see your whole body sorta vibrate when I thrust. It's a lot of all those things, plus seeing you in ecstasy at each push." "Damn, Michael," Trevor chuckled. "Yeah. You've been SOOOO sexy for so long, and I've admittedly admired your hair, which is about 3 or 4 tones of blonde at all times, and no matter if you're sweaty or just combed it, it a-l-w-a-y-s looks sexy and beautiful. So when it sorta, um, moves with the shock wave of me going in and out, it is way, way, way erotic for me. So, yeah." Trevor simply smiled. Shower and shaving was followed by dressing semi-nicely for the breakfast outting, and then lounging on the couch and nodding off for the better part of an hour and a half. The phone rang and Trevor answered it, "Hello, Cable Pullers Incorporated, can I help you? (pause) Yeah we're ready to go. Ok, we'll be right over, bye." Michael unglued himself from the couch and stretched, groaning appropriately. "I think I need another nap after breakfast," he yawned. "Me too," Trevor agreed, and they left for his parents' house. Michael had chosen The Breakfast Nook, a rather locally famous breakfast house for their late-morning meal. What it lacked in numbers of tables it most assuredly made up for in quality of meal, waitress congeniality, and decor. Mom and dad opted for lunch, while Michael and Trevor had chosen breakfast. No one was disappointed with their meal, making small talk about work, Trevor's upcoming graduation, cars, computers, and just about everything. Pretty darned relaxing. Trevor, sitting across from Michael, was mid-sentence and looking at Michael when he just sort of stopped, gazing across Michael's shoulder at a far table. The look on his face was one of disbelief and loathing. Michael didn't even have to look. He could only think of one situation that would cause that sort of a look. "Go ahead and finish your sentence, Trev, I've got to visit the facilities here," he said, joking and smiling. Trevor covered his tracks and smiled, completing what he was saying. Michael made a nice comment, then excused himself to go to the restroom. Mom and dad were still busy eating, and Trevor kept them occupied with small talk. Michael reached his destination and sat down. Across from the same guy that had followed them the night of the prom. "Funny meeting you here. Come here for breakfast often?" Michael smiled. "I don't recall inviting you to sit at my table," the man retorted with a bit of a snarl. "I don't recall inviting you to continue to follow us, either. As a matter of fact, I remember asking you to do the exact opposite. Which is, for the record, to NOT follow us around." "I don't take orders from you," the man continued in a surly tone, nearly spitting the words out. Michael was aware that asking the man to discontinue was not going to work, and he didn't have his personal information yet to put on an injunction request. The available options were decidedly limited. "I won't be harassed, nor allow my friend or his friends to be harassed by you. The next time I see you, I will restrain you and call the authorities and report you for harassment," Michael said in a smiling, friendly-yet-deadly serious tone. The crude face of the man smiled a dry smile, shaking his head, yet saying nothing. Michael got up and left for the bathroom, and came back to the table fairly quickly. He winked at Trevor, and sat down. They didn't even have a moment to engage in another conversation when the odd man in the overcoat walked up to their table. Trevor's dad started to speak. Trevor turned beet-red and stood up. "What in the hell do you want? You're not wanted at this table. Leave!" "Who is this, Trevor?" his dad asked. "It's some weirdo who's been following me and my friends and Michael around," Trevor answered simply. The man looked directed at Trevor's parents, "I don't know how you can condone, much less stomach what has been going on here," he said. "Perverts!" he spat at Michael and Trevor. Dad was trying to discern what to do. Michael was trying to figure out how to do something, given the fact that they were in a restaurant. Trevor simply grabbed the man by his lapels and ushered him out through front screen door of the restaurant, flinging him as best he could away. The man somehow didn't fall, and started to speak. Trevor held up a finger, "DON'T PUSH IT MISTER. GO AWAY! I'M SERIOUS. GO!!!" and he took his best menacing step toward the man who backed up then walked away, muttering. He was genuinely furious and ready to pummel the man if he'd hacked up one more sentence of insult. Trevor walked back inside, and sat down. "Now," he smiled as though all he had done was gotten a toothpick off the front counter, "where were we before we were so rudely interrupted?" Michael's first impulse was to laugh, but mom and dad were clearly aghast at what had just happened at a Sunday-after-church brunch. "I don't understand Trevor, what does this man want?" his mom asked. "Honestly mom, I don't know. He was one of the guys hired to watch us at the prom, and he ended up coming to our table and giving us a ration of crap about Michael being able to be there, and then after Michael showed him the paperwork he had, he didn't give up. He just kept showing up. All the way to today." Clearly the good mood of the morning and breakfast was ruined. All sort of picked at their food a bit, and then Trevor's dad asked if everyone was ready to go. Michael picked up the breakfast bill and tip, and they were on their way. No one spoke much in the car on the way back home, either. As dad brought the car to a stop in their driveway, mom turned and spoke. "Trevor, it might be best if you stay at home for the day." He did his level best not to be upset at the suggestion, and answered his mom in a very controlled tone. "No mom, I appreciate your concern but I'm not letting any weirdo change my likes, habit pattern, or life. No one should. It's just not right." "Son, you're very possibly breaking a very serious law, and I don't want you in danger," dad chimed in. Trevor went red-faced for the second time that day. "Dad, your two years older than mom, and you guys knew each other as teenagers, and didn't get married until mom was over 18. At some point, you were over 18 and she was under 18." Everyone in the car went dead silent. Trevor let up a bit, and continued talking to his dad and mom in more of a pleading rather than a tense one. "The laws we're talking about are supposed to protect the innocent from being exploited, not from keeping people who are in love from having their partner. Those laws were not intended to be hobby-horsed by some weirdo with a vendetta against gay people. That's flatly wrong. Am I right here?" he said, raising his hands in an inviting gesture. Michael let Trev's parents speak first. "Yes, Trevor, you're right. But this somehow has gotten into a very nasty situation, and I don't want you or us or Michael or anyone to be hurt," his dad said. His mom had a pained look on her face. "Mom. Dad. I'm gay. So is Michael. And that's this guy's main beef. He's just looking for stories to ping us with, and he's got nothing or he wouldn't continue to follow us around. He's got nothing and he's going to get nothing. But I'm not going to now not see Michael, or anything of the sort. It's ridiculous." "Was he the first guy you ever lapel'd out of a restaurant?" Michael asked, trying to lighten things up just slightly. "Yeah. But I thought I did pretty good," Trevor gave him a wry smile. Michael shrugged. "Dunno, never seen it done before," smiling a bit. "But," he added, addressing the whole group, "we'll watch where we go and who's around. He can't get into your house, and he can't get into mine. Yes, he's a nuisance, but I believe that is his main intent. If it seems like it's escalating into anything more than that, we'll put our heads together and figure out what to do. We're three professional and one top-notch student that's nearly an adult, and who could pass for the number one computer tech in town. We're all very smart people," Michael offered. Trevor nodded, then spoke. "I'm going to double-check my homework and make sure I've got everything done for tomorrow, and then I'm going to watch a movie with Michael and probably nod off. I'll be home for dinner, and then probably shower and go to bed pretty soon after that." He kissed his mom and dad and got out of the car. "Thank you for a nice breakfast, Michael," mom said, and dad nodded his agreement. "My pleasure. Perhaps we can go there again sometime," and he smiled. "Have a good day folks, and I'll talk to you later." Michael flopped onto his couch and tossed his keyes on the coffee table. He could only shake his head at the nearly unbelievably sequence of events. It was amazing that one jerk could stamp his ugly footprints across such a golden weekend. Well, in truth he really hadn't done that, but it would be the thing that Trevor's parents would come to remember about this weekend, right along with all the good things that had happened. He knew they'd need to figure out a way to do something about their pesky shadow, but he let it go for the moment. It'd come to him if he didn't try to force it. Trevor zipped though his home assignments, making sure in the haste of the weekend's events he hadn't forgotten anything for Monday's classes. He edited his homework on the floppy and hit print for the English Literature class, and then looked over his speech to ensure he'd addressed what he'd intended to, as well as what the school and parents needed and wanted to hear. It was a bit hard to concentrate 100%, but as far as he could tell, it looked ok. He'd get up in the morning and take a look at it one more time before he handed in the floppy to the Vice-Principal, who was in charge of graduation. It was only supposed to be a rough draft, but Trevor wasn't used to being sloppy and leaving it all for the final hand-in. Trevor's parents were trying to go about their usual routine of reading the paper and listen to the T.V. programs, but they found themselves returning to the obvious event of the day. "What should we do, dear?" mom asked. "Trev's right about the spirit of the law, and I don't think any amount of badgering will make him change his mind." Dad, from behind an outspread section of the Sunday paper said, "Of course he's right, but that won't stop the authorities from having a cow if this other weasel finds he and Michael in a compromising moment of any kind. I'd almost bet he's been taking pictures along with copious notes." It wasn't what his wife wanted to hear, but it was most likely an accurate observation. Neither wanted to order Trevor to stay home. It'd never been that kind of family. Their son was considerably smarter than most, and was a very few short months of being accepted as a mature enough citizen to vote for the Presidency, governors, major laws and amendments to existing laws, and other complex and important issues. It was very apparent that Trevor intently loved Michael and was not just infatuated or grateful. Something still had to be figured out so that irreparable harm didn't come to him. The matter was suspended for the moment. Trevor walked in, and gave his mom and dad each a hug. "Sorry about today, I know you're probably worrying, and, yeah, it's a pretty difficult situation." He paused. "Michael and I aren't dumb, though, you know that. We'll be careful. Plus, I have a friend who does career work in the office, and I'll see if she can quietly find out who this guy is, ok? Quietly." "We just don't want you to be hurt, Trev," mom said. Trevor smiled and said, "I know, mom, that makes at least four of us and I love you for it. Really. We'll be careful and we'll find out who this idiot is, too." "Ok." "I'll be back for dinner, but in case both of us fall asleep watching a movie or t.v., just give a call if I'm not back here by about 5, ok?" "Ok," mom said again, and Trevor was out the door. Indeed, Michael and Trevor remembered seeing the opening credits and the first few scenes of "The Last Samauri" and awoke to a phone call letting Trevor know it was dinner time. Trevor untangled his limbs from Michael kissed him on the forehead, nose, and lips. "Love you, you big hunk of man, you." Michael laughed very softly, "Me? I not the brute who can throw common men tens of feet out sceen doors and onto the cold concrete of the city." Trevor laughed out loud. "Love you too," Michael added sleepily. "I'm locking the front and rear doors and closing your garage door. Is you car locked?" Michael nodded with his eyes still closed. "Bye love, talk to you tomorrow," and Trev blew his boylover a kiss and shut the back door. "Bye," Michael said, and smiled a tired smile. Trevor smiled as walked home, sure he had the most wonderful guy in the world for a boyfriend. Funny though, Michael was sure he had the most wonderful, as well as the most beautiful boy in the world. They both smiled. It's nice to be right.