Date: Thu, 03 May 2001 06:53:54 -0500 From: Eric Draven Subject: Nicholas And Mark Chapter 6 This story is intended for those over the age of 18. If you are not 18, please leave. The story depicts sexual acts between men. If this offends you, then don't read it. All other disclaimers apply. Comments are welcome. Please send all comments to ericdraven10@angelfire.com but if you don't have anything nice to say, then don't bother. It will only land you on my blocked list. (c) Copyright 2001 Eric Draven As I had told some of you in emails, this story is now going to be told by multiple characters. Each new chapter will be told by another character. I apologize for the length of time between Chapter 5 and Chapter 6. I have been extremely busy, and as I have said, this is not my only pursuit. Please enjoy the story. Chapter 6 - Mark I sat there staring at the floor after my father left. I couldn't believe what he'd said. He was throwing us out of the trailer. He didn't care what happened to us at all. Nicholas was seething. He kept pacing back and forth in front of the couch. He didn't say anything, and I didn't know what to say to him. As a result, it was very quiet in the house. "He can't get away with this," said Nicholas finally. "What can we do about it?" I asked. As I saw it, there was nothing we could do. "I'm not sure, but Pete will know," he said, heading for the phone. "You're calling Pete?" I asked. "I sure am," he said, picking up the phone and dialing. "Are you sure that he can help?" I asked. I knew that Pete worked for the social service agency, but I didn't see what he could do to help us at this point. "Yes, may I please speak with Peter Jackson?" said my brother into the phone. *** Two hours later, Pete was sitting at the kitchen table with us. It had been a while since I had seen Pete. I was having a lot of trouble keeping my eyes off of him. He was very good looking. Pete had jet black hair that was cut short and parted on the side, but it still managed to fall across his brow. His eyes were so green, and they could almost hypnotize you when you looked into them. The features of his face were chiseled, and it always looked like he needed to shave. He wore a white dress shirt with blue pin stripes. He had the cuffs rolled up, and I could see his hairy arms. They looked so powerful. Even through his shirt, I could see that his chest and arms were very well defined. I was thankful that he was sitting so close to the edge of the table. If he hadn't been, I'm sure I would have been staring into his crotch the entire time he was there. "As it is, Nick, he could get into trouble for throwing Mark out of the house," said Pete, pulling out of a fantasy of which he was the star. "Making you move out of the trailer is a bit different." "Why?" asked Nicholas. "Well, as you pointed out, there is no lease," said Pete. "That means that there is no agreement as to rent and rules. Your father owns the trailer, so he can throw you out in the street if he wants to. He can do it without warning." Nicholas looked at the table. I could see the veins in his temples throbbing, so I knew he was really mad. In fact, he was more upset than I had ever seen him before. "We have nowhere to go," he said quietly. He still hadn't looked up from the table, so I couldn't see his eyes. I heard the defeat and anger in his voice, though. "You know you can always stay with me," said Pete. "I do have another bedroom, Nick. I know that it won't be the same as having your own place, but . . ." "What about Mark?" he asked, looking at Pete. "Mark can sleep on the couch," said Pete. "I know it isn't the best arrangement in the world, but I assume he's been sleeping on the couch here." I didn't like the sound of that. I hadn't been sleeping on the couch, but I was sure that Nicholas wouldn't tell Pete that I had been sleeping with him. It sounded like I wouldn't be sleeping with him at Pete's, and I didn't like that at all. "Actually, Mark has been sleeping with me," said Nicholas, shocking me. "Well, then he can sleep with you at my house," said Pete. "I didn't want to suggest that, but if the two of you can share the bed, then I'm fine with that." "Pete, there is something you should know," said Nicholas, looking at me. I was about to panic. I knew what he was going to tell him, and I wasn't sure how he would react to the news that I was gay. I was sure that I was about to become homeless again. "If you are going to tell me that you and Mark are gay, you don't have to waste your time," said Pete. "Your dad called me this morning." "HE DID WHAT?" screamed Nicholas, causing me and Pete to snap our heads up from the table at the same time. "He called me this morning after he left here," said Pete. "He's called me three times in the last two days. He told me about Mark the first time he called. He said that you were letting him live with you, and he wanted me to talk you into putting Mark out. Then he told me today that you were saying that you are gay just to protect Mark." We were all quiet for a long time. I wanted to be anywhere but in that trailer. I couldn't believe that my dad was outing me to anyone who would listen. "I wasn't trying to protect Mark," said Nicholas after a while. "I know that," said Pete. "I don't think you dad was very happy to hear my response. I told him that you really were gay. I told him that if you said it was so, then it was so." "And you still want me and Mark to come and stay with you?" asked Nicholas. "Why wouldn't I?" asked Pete. "You have been my best friend since we were little kids. I am not letting my best friend sleep on the streets." "You are completely comfortable with having two gay men stay in your house?" asked Nicholas. It seemed that he was having just as much trouble believing it as I was. "Your sexuality is your business," said Pete. "You are my best friend, Nick. I don't care if you are gay. There are a lot worse things you could do, you know." We were quiet again. Only now we weren't sitting at the table. We were packing things into Nicholas's truck and Pete's car. It was even harder not to stare at Pete while he was walking around. His pants fit him just right, and I had a marvelous view of his ass as he walked in front of me. It was perfect, and I loved the way the seat of his pants tightened when he bent over to pick up a box. I had to walk around with the box I was carrying over my crotch for a while after that. Nicholas saw my trouble and smiled at me. He looked from me to Pete, and then he looked down at himself to show me that Pete was having the same effect on him. I couldn't help it, and I burst out laughing. So did Nicholas. "Alright," said Pete, turning to look at both of us. "What is so funny? Did I split my pants or something?" That just got him more laughter from the two of us. Every time he looked at either of us, we would laugh harder. Finally, he started to laugh, too. I knew that he had no idea what he was laughing about, but that didn't matter. *** "Do you think he knows what we did?" I asked Nicholas on the drive over to Pete's. "Absolutely not," said Nicholas. "I'm sure that if he knew that, he wouldn't want us in his house." "I'm glad that he doesn't know," I said, looking out the window. "I still can't believe that he is ok with both of us being gay." "I know what you mean," said Nicholas. "Pete has always been a cool guy." "Do you think that he's gay?" I asked, hoping for the impossible. "Don't you think he would have said something if he was?" he replied. "It would be so cool if he was, though," I said, imagining. "Easy there," said Nicholas. "I think you are a bit young for Pete." "Who are you now? My father?" I asked. "Besides, I wasn't too young for you." "Oh sure, throw that in my face," he said, laughing. "You deserved it," I said. "I know," he replied. "Besides, if Pete was gay, you would be his lover," I said. "What makes you think that?" "Come on!" I said. "You and Pete have been thicker than honey since as long as I can remember. If he were gay, you two would be hotter than fire!" "Oh really?" he said, laughing. "I think Pete would want someone more like you. He always went for those really pretty girls in school. I think he would go for a pretty boy, too." "I'm no pretty boy," I said. "And besides, you are better looking than I am." "I think you're pretty hot, Mark," he said. "You could have any guy you want." That was the end of our conversation. We pulled up to Pete's house, and before I knew it, we were unpacking the truck. (to be continued)