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The Angel of Pie Jesu.
By John T. S. Teller.
Part 61.
Book two: Journey of the Coin.
Gareth.
The Old Swan Inn. The place is full... but they did reserve the table I booked, which takes a massive load off my mind. And the extra place I booked has been filled.
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Dai phoned me just half an hour before we left go to the pub. "Hey Boyo," he said, "That extra place. Do you mind if I bring Angharad with me and Rhoswen?" He laughed. "She can be my interpreter."
I chuckled at him. "Not a problem Dai. I'll tell you what. I'll make the seating arrangements. I'll put you three together at one end of the table but I'll get Gunther to sit next to her. You know... the older lad. He's twenty two now, so they're pretty much the same age. He doesn't speak much English but your Angharad can speak German, so they should get along fine." I chuckled again. "But I must warn you... he's a proper ladies' man."
Dai laughed. "And I'd better warn you Boyo... my Angharad isn't backwards at coming forwards if you know what I mean."
Another chuckle from me. "That's that sorted then. I'll see you later."
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I arrange the seating before we sit down. The proprietor has pushed three four person tables together to make up places for twelve... six to sit one side with just a pub wall behind us, and five spacious places opposite because Hans is sitting at the end in his wheelchair. Nice and cosy it is. The young waitress is trying to sort things but I put up a finger to her and tell her I'll arrange the seating order. I tell the twins that they're sitting with me by the wall and I tell Kurt and Heindrich and Hans to sit at the opposite end of the table to where Dai and his lot have already taken their seats when I told them to go there, and I've placed Gunther next to Angharad by the wall and opposite her parents. Then I seat Gretel and Ralf on the opposite side of the table to the twins, which leaves me a seat between Gunther and those silly pair of buggers. I'm next to Aleric. Those were his orders and I daren't go against them. So I'll be near enough to Dai and his lot, directly opposite Ralf and Gretel, and I'll be able to talk easily to Kurt and his lot.
But things are not quite right for me. I need a more comfortable chair for Ralf to sit in, so I look around the room and see a circular table with padded chairs that are much more comfortable and suitable for him. But there are three young men in their early twenties sitting in them, so I go to the three lads and put both hands on the shoulders of the one with his back to me. He turns his head upwards and back to me. I give him one of my best grins, and ask, "Would you do me a great favour. One of my friends is just recovering from a serious back operation and the chairs they've given us are not quite suitable for him. Would you mind swapping your chair for one we've got?"
What good lads they are. I don't get one comfortable chair... the three lads offer to let us have all the comfortable chairs, and they even do the exchanging bit for me... one for Ralf, and also one for Gretel and Rhoswen. When it's done and they've sat down again, I call the waitress over and tell her to charge the lads' next round of drinks to my bill. Then I wink at them and thank them. I'm rewarded for that with three big grins and a "Thanks mate. Good on yer!"
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Aleric.
Gareth never fails to impress me. What he's just done reminds me of what he did in the café in Greifswald when we arranged to meet there. There's just something about his presence that exudes power. He doesn't have to put anything on... it's a natural thing with him. The three young men, who are about Gunther's age, were lovely to him. One, especially, is really kind and he even waits until Dad is ready to sit down and adjusts his seat for him. But that's not all he does. I'm already seated on the other side of the table and when he's done it he looks at me right in the eyes. I give him one of my best smiles. Then I chuckle inwardly. I've got an admirer. When they sit down he's sitting where we can see each other. I chuckle even more. But that's not the only thing to chuckle about. Gareth told me that he was sitting Gunther near to Dai's daughter but I wasn't to say anything. He said we'd have fun watching them. This should be a fun evening. LOL.
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Gareth.
I'm expecting trouble tonight. Aleric is one of those moods that make me love him more than usual... he's in a roguish one.
It began just before we had sex in the shower and has not left him since.
The sex was fantastic. Our first time in my homeland, and it couldn't have been better. He knows I love doing it in the shower. He may not have the legs and arms of a powerful boy, but when we have sex like that, then providing I take his weight by holding him by his bottom so I can help him out, he uses his amazing tummy muscles to masturbate me inside him and also to rub his cock against my pubic hairs. Then it's all systems go and we usually end up have a mutual climax. It was wonderful.
But because he's in this roguish mood, he's already broken the first rule I set him... no touching in public. Not only has he had his hand twice on my thigh while we're looking at the menu, he's also now looking up at me, directly into my eyes, and he murmurs softly, "I love your blue eyes. Has anybody ever told you that you've got the most beautiful blue eyes in the world?"
I glare at him. "Behave I told you!"
His eyes sparkle with naughtiness. "Shall we play a game?"
"No!"
He grins. "You don't know what the game is yet."
"I can imagine what it is, so no!"
He giggles. "It's a special game. It's called `Guess the admirer'."
"What are you on about?"
He smirks. "I've got an admirer. See if you can see who he is. I'll give you a clue... he's not an old man like you."
That comment makes me giggle. He giggles, and again he presses his hand on my thigh. I push it away and tell him to study the menu we're sharing.
He leans back in his chair, puts his hands behind his head, half-closes his eyes, and says, "Read it to me. Then I'll make my mind up what I'm having."
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Jones the Milk.
I'm pretending to listen to what Owen and Dan are saying, but my mind is on other things. The boy next to the bloke who's bought us drinks for swapping chairs is a stunner. So is his brother. They're identical twins. They're both beautiful, but the one next to the bloke is the really sexy one. And he knows it. And he knows I like him. That's why he keeps looking at me. If he didn't like me, he wouldn't be looking at me at all or he would be giving me the evil eye for looking at him. But he isn't doing that... he's got a half-hidden smirk on his face when he looks at me. He's flirting with me.
What a strange lot they are. I know Dai Williams and his wife and Angharad. They're local, but the Welsh bloke who asked us to swap chairs isn't. They must be friends of Dai's. They must be well off. You can smell money a mile away, and this lot are definitely money people. It's the way they're dressed. They're all well dressed, and the twins and the little kid in the wheelchair look like a million dollars in their fashion gear. Apart from Dai and his family and the bloke who swapped chairs, the rest are all German... I think. They must be on holiday down here.
He's done it again, but this time he's out-stared me. The little bugger! He's fucking lovely! God... I'll bet he's gorgeous when he's naked! I'd love to fuck him and have him suck me off. He's got a beautiful, sexy mouth that would fit perfectly around my dick. Phew! I've got a raging hard-on here!
That's strange. They say you can't fall in love with two people at once. Well, I think I am. I'm falling for him big style. I hadn't better tell Noah.
Noah. He's thirteen... about the same age as the German kid. We've been going together for a year now almost. We met here... in the outdoor garden last summer. He's from Llanmaes, just a mile up the road. He was with his mates when we met and they were walking back to Llanmaes after going swimming in the sea here and had called for a Coke here. It was lunchtime and I'd just called in for a swift half pint when I was doing my deliveries. The little bastards were giggling at me. I knew what they were laughing at. I could hear what they were saying. They thought it was funny that I'm a milkman and my name is Jones... making me a proper Jones the Milk.
But one of them wasn't laughing at me. Noah wasn't laughing. I knew he liked me, and he told me later that he knew I liked him.
I know most of the folks in these parts, but I hadn't seen Noah before. I found out when we met that he'd just moved here from Llantrisant, which is the other side of the M4. I don't deliver that side.
After a while I got fed up of them laughing at me, so when I got up to go I went to them and said, "My name is David Jones (that was for the boy I liked) and yes, I am Jones the fucking Milk, which you lot seem to think is fucking funny. I'm too busy now to bother with you but I call in here for a swift half every lunchtime (that was for the boy I liked), so if you lot think of taking the piss the next time I see you, you'll all end up in the fucking hospital!" And then I left.
The next day, Noah was here. On his own. I sat with him and asked where his pals were. He apologised for what had gone on and said he wasn't one them who were taking the piss out of me. I told him I was aware of that and he had no need to apologise. I asked him what he was doing here. He said he was bored and had walked down here. I said he could come with me on the rest of my deliveries if he was bored.
Within a week we were a twosome and Jones the Milk was having sex with Noah Hughes. We're the perfect couple. He likes older lads and I like younger boys. He's gorgeous, and we love each other. Noah has a body very similar to the German boy. That's how I know what he'll be like naked. But it's not just sex. The German boy has the most fantastic eyes. That's why I'm getting the same feelings for him that I have for Noah.
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Gareth.
I wondered whether the food would go down well. The menu here is entirely different to the German palate, but I've helped them out with choosing their food. Heindrich and Kurt can do their own choosing. They've been to the UK before, but I get to choose the English dishes on offer for the Hahn family. (Except Gunther, that is. He's already made himself at himself at home with Dai's lot, so they'll sort him out.)
Chips (proving they're cooked right and I've already had them here previously so I know they are) are pretty universal stuff in Europe, but the fish is cooked differently. My lot are not used to cod in thick ale batter done the British way, so I suggest they have steak or chops... either lamb or pork if they want a meat dish. They can have those with potatoes – boiled and roasted – and other vegetables, or they can have their meal with chips and salad. Gretel decides on steak, so I suggest she has the best cut – fillet... medium-rare. She agrees. Ralf also has the same, and they both have vegetables with them instead of chips and salad. I decide to have my favourite here: steak and ale pie and chips with salad. Aleric, still with his hands behind his head and still with his eyes half closed and a silly smirk on his face, says, "I'll have the same as you Herr Moneybags, but if I don't like it then you'll be in serious trouble."
Gottwin, the little bugger, adopts Aleric's pose and says, "I'll have the same as my bro, Herr Moneybags, but if I don't like it then you'll be in serious trouble."
Gretel is chuckling, and Ralf's moustache is half-cocked as well when the twins do their double act. I look at them, and we all three chuckle. Thankfully, I don't have to bother with Kurt's lot. He and Heindrich know what's what, and they choose their own meals... and Hansie's.
The waitress comes to us to take our order. She's good. Then we order drinks. The three young boys have Coke. I decide to go on beer tonight, so I have that. Dai and Ralf do the same. Heindrich and Gunther are driving so I suggest they have a bitter shandy, which is half beer and half lemonade. Kurt, although he's dressed in manly clothes tonight, decides to have white wine and he suggests to Gretel that they share a bottle. She agrees, so that's them done and dusted. Rhoswen and Angharad decide to share a bottle of red between them, so that's everything sorted and I can now relax. Well, not quite. Aleric lets go of his hands-behind-the-head pose and leans forward. Then he asks me, "Well, have you found him yet?"
I chuckle. "Of course I have."
He seems surprised and asks, "Who is it then?"
"It's that lad who helped your dad with his chair."
Aleric smirks at me. "How do you know it is?"
I glance into his sparkling eyes. "I don't miss anything where you're concerned. I could have told you he fancied you before you probably noticed him."
"And how could you have done that?"
"I saw him get a hard-on when you walked through the door. Now behave yourself!"
Aleric is giggling like crazy now. But this is the time when I've got to watch my back with him. He doesn't like to be beaten, and I made that too easy. I should have prolonged it for half an hour and waited until he told me who it was and then taken his insults that I was a thick Welshman. Then Aleric asks, "Are you jealous?"
"Why don't you just shut up and behave yourself. And just for your information... no, I'm not."
He smirks. "Why aren't you?"
I decide to end this stuff before it becomes too obvious what me and Aleric are. So I look into his eyes and whisper to him...
My little liar,
Cheat and swindler.
Thief and trickster.
Beautiful boy.
Soft, warm in my arms.
Languid and unholy.
All smiles and hisses.
All screams and soft moans.
All fight and surrender.
Never mine.
But me,
Always yours.
He chuckles, and then whispers back to me, "Shut up! You're making my lizard go hard."
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Aleric.
Sometimes I love my Beautiful Man more than other times, and right now I love him so much that I want to throw myself into his arms and do our special loving. He's outsmarted me without really trying. Why is that? I know why it is. He loves me so much that he sees everything I do. Part of it is him protecting me, but part is also that we're both very much alike... we both like to win at everything we do. We're always like this... always challenging each other. That's why we're so good together. But Gareth is cleverer than me in most things. If I hadn't told him that I had an admirer, he would have known anyway. If I'd kept my mouth shut he would probably have told me.
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Gareth.
I was hoping this meal would go well, but it's gone down even better than that... it's been brilliant. I've missed nothing.
Gunther is the silent member of the Hahn family. He does his own thing. But he's not introverted. I've spoken to Thomas his boss about him. He's told me that he's a well-liked member of his workforce, not a spot of bother, and a really conscientious worker. It's Gunther's private life that has always been secretive. He keeps that very much to himself. But we're now seeing the real Gunther. He's like his mother. She told me that Ralf was backwards at coming forwards until he met her, and she was the pushy one that led to them getting together, and that's exactly what Gunther is doing regarding Angharad.
I'm impressed with Angharad. She speaks really good German and she and Gunther seem to be getting on like a house on fire, which is revealing the real Gunther. That's why I'm impressed with him. I told Dai that he was a ladies' man, but I said it only half knowing that he was. He bloody well is... the young bugger! Dai and Rhoswen are not left out. Angharad and I are doing the interpreting for Gunther and it becomes a mishmash of English/German that is working fine. And I make sure I'm loud enough with my interpretation that Ralf and Gretel are not left out. So we've got a nice flow of understanding from one end of the table to the other. Fabulous!
Well, it would be if the little bugger next to me wasn't playing his games. The little bastard! I could kill him! I know exactly what he's up to when, occasionally, he rests his head against my upper arm. If the lad who's got his eye on him has got half a brain in his head then he'll know who Aleric's real love is. I'm also getting special long smiles into my eyes and those teasing looks Aleric gives me when he's horny, and if we weren't in a room full of people I'd give him a right good bollocking for having to push his hands off my legs. It makes it worse because he's told Gottwin what's going on, and that little sod is egging him on. Eventually, I have to try and stop it, so I turn to both of them and tell them, "If you two daft buggers don't stop it, I'll boot you through the door and you can walk back on your own!"
Gottwin giggles; Aleric smirks, and says, "I'll get somebody else to walk me home then."
They have an ally. By now Kurt is in on the secret and that daft bugger isn't doing anything to try and help out. The tart! He'll get a rollicking later!
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Jones the Milk.
The twins get up and Dai points towards where the toilets are. This is my chance. I get up and follow them. There are four urinals in the bogs and the twins have taken up two at the far end. The twin I like is nearest to me. I'd like to go and stand next to him, but that would make it too obvious. If the one I like was on his own then I might have chanced it, but I take the urinal at the end, leaving a space between us. I pretend to be not interested, and then I casually ask, "You on holiday here lads?"
The one nearest to me, the one I like, grins at me and says, "Ve ist Sherman. Ve not speak gut English. Ve staying at Shappele Farm. You know off it?"
I grin and nod at him and find myself speaking daft English so they might be able to understand me. "Yes. Ya. Chapel Farm. It just been sold. You the persons who buy the place?"
I can see the one with the lovely eyes working out what I've said, and then he says, "Shappele Farm. Uncle Gareth Rhys-Jones. His farm. He sit next to me."
I nod. "Man with blue eyes?"
He understands that. "Ya. Yes. He ist Gareth."
"Your Uncle Gareth?"
"Ya. He Uncle Gareth. I Aleric Hahn." He points to his brother. "Zis is Gottvin. He ist meine bruther."
I laugh. "I know that. You are twins."
He grins back at me. "Ya. Yes. Ve ist tvins. Vot ist your name?"
"I am David Jones."
He looks surprised. "You haff name as like Uncle Gareth!"
By this time we've stopped peeing and are washing our hands. "Lot of people in Wales have the same name. You understand?"
"Yes. You liff here?"
I nod. "I deliver the milk. I'll be seeing you again."
He looks puzzled. "Vot you mean?"
I grin at him and point to myself "I bring milk. Bread. Eggs. I come to Chapel Farm this week. Dai Williams. You know him? He make chapel good for your Uncle Gareth. He ask me bring milk and bread and eggs and fruit and vegetables to you while you here."
Aleric giggles and points at me. "You Shones ze Milk!"
I laugh. "Yes, that's me. I'm Jones the Milk. You've heard of me?"
He grins. "Ya. Uncle Gareth he tell me that how you speak. Dai ze Builder. Shones ze Milk."
We're going out now. Aleric hangs back slightly from his brother and looks into my eyes. "I see you Shones ze Milk."
I nod. "I see you again Aleric the Green Eyes. You have beautiful eyes."
He blushes and goes to his table. I go to ours and I feel like a million dollars. That went well. But I feel a bit sick inside. They'll be gone in a week. I was getting the hots for him before we talked, but since he looked into my eyes close up I'm knocked head over heels by him. I've never seen eyes like them. I called him Aleric the Green Eyes, but they're not really green. They're brown and green, and sparkle like that beautiful diamond earring he wears. His eyes are fantastic, but he's got the looks to match them. I've seen lots of good-looking boys in my life, but he's by far and away the most beautiful boy I've ever seen. And there's something else about him. I'd bet my arse that he's gay.
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Gareth.
Aleric looks at me when the twins have sat down and with a big grin on his face, says, "Jones the Milk. I've met a real Jones the Milk." He turns to Gottwin. "It's right, isn't it Gotty."
Gottwin laughs. "Yes. We've met a Jones the Milk, and he's delivering stuff to us this week."
I chuckle. "So that's who he is. And how do you know that?"
Aleric points at Dai. "Ask Dai."
So I look at Dai, and ask, "Hey Dai the Builder, have you arranged for a Jones the Milk to deliver us stuff this week?"
He laughs. "I have Boyo. He's sitting over there. He's one of the three lads who gave you their chairs. David Jones. Nice lad. I've ordered six pints of whole milk and two loaves a day, and eggs and veg if you leave a note out. He lives here. Good singer. He's in my choir, Boyo."
The situation is so bloody ludicrous that I start to laugh, and by the time I've stopped, I've got tears in my eyes. But when I've stopped laughing, even though I've got a pleasant face on, I'm thinking serious stuff. I'm going to have a serious word with a certain person tonight.
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It's eleven o'clock and kicking out time, so I pay the bill and we all gather outside. We're not the only ones. There are quite a few people who gather outside after the pub closes. It's customary in Wales (and the rest of the UK) to do this. And strange things happen after kicking out time. People who were not together in the pub congregate with others who were inside. And that's what happens when the three lads latch onto our crowd. Dai's the conduit. He knows everybody. In fact he calls Jones the Milk over and introduces him to us as David Jones, one of the best young tenors in the area. Credit to the lad. He acts as if nothing has been going on.
Dai, bless his daft soul, has had a couple too many and he's profuse in his praise for me. "This is Gareth Rhys-Jones. Lives in Berlin he does, but as Welsh as The Valleys he is. Comes here in a helicopter most times, but never forgotten his roots. Loves the place. His mam and dad are born and bred Welsh. And his grandma and granddad. Welsh as The Valleys he is. Gone and bought Chapel Farm out of his short change. Must be one of the most successful men ever from The Valleys. A billionaire he is and he trusted me to do his chapel up. Proud as a peacock I am. Love the man. He's one of us." Then he points a finger at Jones the Milk. "You be on your best voice next Saturday Boyo! You'll be performing for all these lovely folk. Best seats in the place they've got. And tea and cake after."
I put my arm around Dai's shoulder. "Give over Dai. You'll have me blushing." And for the first time tonight I look directly into the eyes of the young man Aleric has been flirting with all night. Time to lay down the law. "I look forward to hearing you sing, David. I'll be watching you. Closely!" Then I smile at him.
He looks into my eyes and I know he knows what I mean. That's why he drops his eyes when he says, "I'll do my best Sir."
"Good lad. You boys off home now?"
One of the others laughs. "Too early for that. We're waiting for a taxi. Going to Cardiff we are. The night is still young."
I chuckle. "Enjoy your Saturday night out then lads, and thanks for sorting the chairs out for us." I look at Jones the Milk. "Apparently, we'll be seeing you often this week. You're delivering to us. What time will you be around?"
"About eight-thirty to nine'ish. That not too early for you Sir?"
I shake my head. "Suits me fine. I point to the twins and Hansie, who is between them. "Don't make too much noise. Those buggers will still be asleep. And you don't deliver Sundays, do you!"
"No Sir. Sundays is my rest day."
"Good lad. Now have a good night you lads... and keep out of trouble!"
Just as I say that, a taxi pulls up. They all yell their `goodnights' and I accompany them to the taxi. I ask the driver, "How much is the fare to Cardiff for these boys?"
"About thirty quid boss."
I take out my wallet and give him thirty pounds. And off they go.
So do we, but we've got an extra passenger: Angharad. Gunther sidles up to me and asks if I mind that when he's driven us back to the house, if he can drive Angharad home. Dai and his lot live less than a quarter of a mile away, so I know what they're up to. So do Dai and Rhoswen. So do Ralf and Gretel. And so does everybody else. So I tell them both that it's not a problem to me and that when he's dropped us off he should take the car Heindrich is using instead of the mini-bus. Now I've given my permission, Gunther's parents and Angharad's parents can sort it out themselves. Fortunately for the two lovers, there are no objections from them any of them.
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Dai Williams – Master Builder.
I might be drunk, but I'm not daft. I've kept a secret eye on Gareth and the twin Aleric all evening. It's beautiful. The love between them is amazing. I'm not jealous. I'm happy for them. They've got something I've always wanted. Gareth especially. Very few men get to experience the real thing, but he has. Aleric adores him. More than that... he's crazy about him. I've read about it, but most of it is fantasy. There are a few historical accounts of real love between men and boys, but those were mostly famous people like Socrates and Michelangelo and Hadrian, the bloke who built the wall between Scotland and England. There must be others that were never written about. I've known of a few affairs, but they never lasted. Anyway, most you couldn't really call `love affairs'. They were about sex. Most of them are just that, and of them many are abusive. That isn't what I've witnessed this evening. I'm not bloody daft. I know it isn't. Gareth has had a window in his chapel dedicated to his boy, and tonight I've seen that love more than returned. It's beautiful.
The world is crazy. I know that, but tonight I've seen it go upside down. It's not only Gareth and Aleric now my Angharad has gone and fallen for Gunther. And that's not just a one-way thing either. Me and Rhoswen have been watching them all night. When we got home she said we'd better get ready for a wedding. She knows her girls does my Rhoswen. She knew when the other two had found the right bloke and I was worried to death about them. I'd best get my wedding suit out and get it cleaned.
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Gretel.
I'm snuggled into Ralf when he says, "Well, what are we going to do now?"
"Gunther and Angharad you mean?"
He chuckles. "I've given up with the other two. Yes, Gunther and Angharad. That bloody Gareth has got a lot to answer for. First him and Aleric, and now he's been the architect that's led to our eldest finding his sweetheart in Wales of all bloody places. We're mad enough, but this lot here are crazy people. Lovely people, but crazy."
I chuckle. "That Dai the Builder reminds me of you. He's lovely. And his wife is. Two lovely people. I wonder what they think of us?"
"They probably think us Germans are dafter than them. I think we'd better let it unfold. God will sort it one way or the other. Anyway, are you tired? We've got to be up early in the morning for the wedding. What time did they say we've got to be ready?"
"Eleven o'clock... on the dot. But I reckon we could stay awake another half hour."
Ralf chuckles. "I was hoping you'd say that. If you're really good to me, I might stretch it to thirty-five minutes. Me on top, or you?"
"Me on top. We'll give your back a rest."
Ralf laughs. "You're a kinky sod. Now I know where the boys get it from."
I laugh because I know he's right.
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Aleric.
I'll have to be on my best behaviour tonight. Gareth isn't too pleased with me and I don't want us falling out on the night before we exchange vows in the chapel, so when we get in bed I tuck myself into him and wrap an arm and a leg around him and say, "Sorry."
I feel him shake his head. "Sorry! You daft bugger! When Jones the Milk realises you've only been teasing him, he's likely to put bloody arsenic in our milk!"
I can sense Gareth's mood isn't as bad as I thought it would be, so I say, "Who said I was only teasing him? He's a good looking young man. He's got jet black hair just like you. This bed isn't as comfortable as ours at home."
"Don't try and change the bloody subject! Would you?"
"Would I what?"
"Stop pissing about. Would you let him fuck you?"
"Depends."
"On what?"
I giggle. "If he brings me milk with plenty of delicious cream on top. You know how I like to drink the cream off the top."
My head is bobbing up and down because Gareth is stifling his laughter. When he's stopped laughing, he lifts me up and rolls me on top of him. I grin into his face. He grins back at me and stokes the hair back from my forehead. Then he gives me a soft lip kiss and says, "I love you."
I return his kiss. "I love you. I always will. And now I'll answer your question. No I wouldn't."
"Why wouldn't you?"
"Because he's too old."
Gareth looks puzzled. "He's nowhere near as old as me, and he's certainly not as old as the cur dog with the vibrating tongue."
I don't answer Gareth for a while. Instead, without looking into his eyes, I stroke his soft black hair and then play with his lips. Then I kiss him softly and stroke his face. After a while I do look into his eyes. "If he was about my age then I would. But he's not my age. He's not as old as you, but he's a proper man, and the only proper man who will get to fuck me is the one I'm on top of now. You know exactly what I mean. There could be no trust between us if I let him fuck me. It wouldn't be a boys-together or a Bedri situation, it would be a betrayal of what we have. I might fantasize about him when we're doing it, but you know that anyway. No Gareth, no other man will ever get in my bed so to speak."
"Will you be fantasizing about him tonight?"
I shake my head. "No. We're not doing it tonight. Tonight I just want us to talk and love each other. What we did before we went out will do for today. I really enjoyed that, didn't you?"
Gareth smiles. "Yes. You're a strange boy. I think I know everything about you and then you do things that amaze me. I would have bet a fortune that you'd want to do it after Jones the Milk had got your lizard horny."
I don't smile when I reply, "And you amaze me at times. After all we've been through you still don't understand how much I love you. I really would walk into the Wannsee with you. Please try and get that into your thick Welsh skull. Aleric Hahn loves Gareth Rhys-Jones more than life itself. Your spirit is inside me and mine is inside you. We're inseparable spiritually. Gareth, I think I love you more than you love me. I know I'm a naughty boy at times, but I'm never naughty spiritually. That's why I wouldn't let Jones the Milk fuck me. I'd be destroying the part of my spirit that's inside you, and the part of your spirit inside me would leave me completely. Then I'd walk into the Wannsee completely on my own. Can you imagine that Gareth? Your boy's spirit wandering lonely without yours beside mine. It's unthinkable."
Gareth has tears in his eyes now and I kiss them away. Then he says, "I'm sorry about Cody."
I smile at him. "No need to be. He was older than me."
"And what would piss you off if I was to do it?"
"If, when I was twenty-one, say, and you were to fuck a boy as old as I am now. That would be the end of us. Can you understand that?"
He nods. "Yes. I really don't think I could handle it if you were to let Jones the milk fuck you."
"Because he's too old?"
"Yes."
I kiss his lips. "Then we understand each other perfectly. Anything else you want to tell me about?"
Gareth nods. "Yes. Other people's feelings matter. I know you're a tease, but Jones the Milk has feelings. It wasn't just lust with him. He's got feelings for you. When I was leaving Cody, I gave him a big hug and gave his lovely bum a big squeeze. I did that to let him know he hadn't been rejected. It's important not to hurt other people."
Again I kiss his lips. "I'm sorry. You're right. Sometimes I'm so wrapped up with naughty things that I forget about people's feelings. Maybe I'll have the chance to do a Cody on him before we leave. Will you trust me to do that if I get the chance to?"
"Do you think you could resist the temptation if things got out of hand?"
I shrug my shoulders. "I'll give you my oath that I can. I told you, you don't understand how much I love you. Now can we stop this conversation and talk about tomorrow?"
"Why, what's happening tomorrow?"
I giggle, and then Gareth giggles. Then comes the love and the tears and the outing of the love we have for one another... the most beautiful, wonderful part of what we are.
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Gareth.
My beautiful boy is asleep in my arms. Today has been full of surprises, none more so than the way Aleric handled what happened at the pub... and its consequences. I'd be destroying the part of my spirit that's inside you, and the part of your spirit inside me would leave me. Then I'd walk into the Wannsee completely on my own. Can you imagine that Gareth? Your boy's spirit wandering lonely without yours beside mine. It's unthinkable. Those were not the words of a fourteen year old boy. Those words came from the heart. From the spirit within him. Yes, I'm beginning to believe in spirituality now. I've always been an agnostic and not an atheist. People with closed minds are atheists. I don't have a closed mind. And I'm right not to. Far too many things have happened during this last eight months for me to dismiss them as coincidental. But I'm also a person who questions everything. How could a fourteen year old boy say those things? A fourteen year old boy couldn't, but a spirit that has been around for a long time could. So who will I be marrying in the morning... a fourteen year old boy, or a spirit as old as the hills?
But this isn't the coming together of just one spirit. There's my own to think about... and according to Aleric, part of my spirit is inside him. But there's another complication. The Spirit of Raul's painting is in both of us. I hope our chapel likes spirits or we're going to be in deep shit tomorrow!
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Gretel.
I look at the luminous bedside clock for about the twentieth time since me and Ralf finished doing stuff, as Gareth calls it. But I'm not thinking of stuff now. It's 2.38 am and Gunther hasn't got back yet. My God... I hope he's safe! He's not used to driving on these Welsh roads. Anything could have happened.
2.44 am and I hear it... a car driving down to the house. I get out of bed carefully so as not to wake Ralf and go the window and pull a bit of the curtain back so I can see what's going on. He parks the car okay. Then he gets out and stretches. He stands with his hands in his trousers pocket and looks up at the stars over the sea for about two minutes, and then turns and walks to the house. That's when I close the curtains. Now I'm not the slightest bit worried. Everything is fine. I can tell that by the way he walks.
I get back into bed, and Ralf says, "He's back then."
"I thought you were asleep."
Ralf puts his arm under me and hugs me to him. "No. I couldn't go to sleep until Gunther was back."
"Why's that," I ask.
"You know why. For the same reason you couldn't. Anyway, now he's back, what about those two daft buggers who are getting married? Do you know what the plans are for tomorrow? Well, today."
I chuckle. "All I know is that Aleric is wearing his cream suit and Gareth has got to wear his silver suit."
"So that lad of ours isn't going to get wedded dressed as a choirboy then? What's going to happen when we're in the chapel?"
"I don't know. Aleric won't tell me."
"Haven't you asked Gareth?"
"Yes, but he doesn't know either. He says all he knows is that Aleric has told him to do as he's told when they're there."
Ralf chuckles. "That boy is crazy. I'm glad it's Gareth that's getting involved with him and not me. I prefer my Schatz. It's far less complicated. I wouldn't marry that boy of ours for a king's ransom."
I stifle a laugh and snuggle into my Beautiful Man. He's right. Our marriage is far less complicated. I've never known a more intense love in my life than the one those two share. I know all about my boy's sex drive, but there's far more to it than just sex. Aleric adores Gareth with a passion that it's impossible to calculate. Gareth adores my boy. In fact he's crazy about him. But that isn't the real reason why they've got my blessing. The real reason is because I know my boy's feelings for him are more than special. Yes, the love he has for Gareth is the real driving force behind them. That's the real spiritual part of them and I'm hoping I'll be a bit wiser about it later today when Aleric does whatever he's going to do in the chapel. I'm intrigued. I wouldn't like to be in Gareth's silver suit. If I know my boy we'll all be in tears before he's finished with us.
To be continued...
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