Date: Sun, 30 May 2004 09:00:50 -0700 (PDT) From: reid Subject: Blue Sky 8-9 [gay/interracial/relationships] BLUE SKY - VIII & IX by reid -8- "Why does your mom have to live all the way out in Venice?" I groused, stopping at what felt like the twelfth straight red light in the last thirty seconds. Teddy smirked, "Because she hates you and wants me to marry a nice Jewish boy." "You're funny." Teddy smirked again and looked out the window. We didn't normally get so far out of our neighborhood and he welcomed the chance to look around. Especially in Venice Beach. The sun hadn't set yet but in that neck of the woods, the freaks didn't wait until night to come out and play. I was okay with it as long as he didn't open his door. After another few red lights and another few choice vulgarities on my part, I finally found my way onto the correct road. I took a moment to pound the dashboard with my hand, wondering why the hell we had such a nice car without working A/C. I ground my teeth and settled back in the seat, swallowing my rage for the time being. Trying not to stamp the break too hard, I pulled the car to a stop in the cul-de-sac. With a sigh of relief, I felt my shoulders relax. I knew I'd still be feeling tense for quite a while, but the first step was getting out of the goddamned car. Teddy's parents lived in a upper-middle class neighborhood around Marina Del Rey. When I'd visited while Teddy still lived with them (during his college days), I'd always wondered how such a place could exist. After growing up in project homes, being in a house that had more than one bathroom and an actual kitchen rather than a kitchenette was like seeing the Holy Grail. I knew that Teddy, and his family too, were the real deal when Angie had understood pretty quickly that my home wasn't much of a place to return to. After three months of dating her son, she realized that our relationship was getting somewhat serious and didn't have too many qualms about me staying over regularly. She didn't even complain about the occasional "noises" coming from the basement - which was nice because that was a conversation I didn't have a lot of enthusiasm for. We went up the front walk and onto the small porch, the little glass windchime plinking happily in the afternoon breeze. That was another thing I'd never really seen before I'd been to that house. Luxuries like windchimes. And doormats not forged of green plastic. I sighed and tried to relax my shoulders as Teddy opened the door and went in. The first thing I always noticed about that house was the nice lived-in smell it had. It didn't smell dirty or bad or anything - just nice. Angie had cleaned it up quite a bit since all her kids had moved out. Of course, under the lived-in smell was the mouth-watering scent of home made lasagna. I swallowed quickly and inhaled, not wanting to slobber on the floor like an unfed dog. Teddy walked into the living room and I followed him, trying not to follow my natural urge to hit the bar. Just after we entered, Angie came out from the kitchen. I couldn't help but smile as she hugged Teddy and kissed him. He was her baby, after all. Then when she hugged and kissed me, I did my best to appear disgusted when, in reality, it was a wonderful feeling. "You look good, Shawn." Angie said, her tone so natural that I knew it wasn't just a pleasantry. She always made sure to tell me that I was looking good. Especially since she'd seen me before Teddy had gotten me healthy and functional for the first time in my life. Teddy had told me once that she'd had trouble not offering to let me live there after she'd seen me the first time. Angie was just compassionate like that. After my first few dates with Teddy, I'd wondered where someone could get such a strong, positive trait like that and when I'd met his mother, I knew right away. Teddy's father had died when Teddy was only a few months old. It wasn't hard for Teddy to talk about except when it came to the tough job Angie had. She'd raised Teddy and his two older sisters all alone with little help. Sometimes I wondered what Teddy had gotten from his father other than the last name. Seeing pictures of his father, I knew right away that Teddy had gotten his smile - for which I was eminently grateful. I heard the shrill beeping of Teddy's cell phone. He pulled it out of his pocket and went onto the patio to take care of whatever business it was. I yawned and followed Angie back into the kitchen, trying hard to ignore the liquor cabinet. "So, how's the writing?" She asked, turning to the stove. "Very very slow." I said as I sat down at the countertop table. "Are you still--" She paused and caught herself, "Are you still drinking Sunny Delight?" I smiled to myself. I knew exactly what she meant. "Yeah. It's keeping me pretty satisfied." I couldn't see Angie's face but I knew she was smiling. She actually cared about me, the fool. Teddy slid open the glass door to the patio and walked back inside. He sighed and tossed his cell phone on the counter. From behind, he hugged me tightly and nuzzled the back of my neck. Funny thing was, he did that quite a bit even when we were in front of his family. I still hadn't gotten used to it enough to not tense up a bit. Teddy had just learned to accept my tension and move on, God bless him. I felt a happy shiver run down my back as he squeezed me gently, his lips brushing over the sensitive skin of my collar bone. I closed my eyes and leaned back, listening to the sound of boiling pots on the stove and the far-off sound of people outside. I probably could have died at that exact moment and been perfectly happy. "Emma said she was going to come by later." Angie said, referring to Teddy's oldest sister. "Great." Teddy mumbled against my neck, his breath tickling me. I couldn't stifle a small happy noise that escaped my mouth. Teddy hugged me tighter and I groaned softly, the wind being squeezed out of my lungs. When I breathed back in, Teddy's scent filled my senses. My head felt light for a second and I had to hold onto the side of the counter to keep from falling over. "We do have bedrooms, you know." Angie said, her tone matter-of-fact. Teddy made a disgusted sound and removed himself from my neck. The contrast between his warm, wet mouth and the empty air was distressing, to say the least. The spot where he'd been licking me felt cool. "Thanks, Mom." Teddy said flatly. After he sat down in the chair next to me, Teddy reached up and gently wiped his spit off my neck. Then he generously mopped some of the sweat that had formed on my brow and cheeks. I smiled and playfully swatted his hand away, wiping my face off on the front of my T-shirt. When his mom had left the room, Teddy slid closer to me. A brief rush of adrenaline shot through me right before he kissed me full on the lips, his hot mouth melding with mine. I murmured and tried to make some verbal statement, but his mouth muffled my voice. When he pulled away, my face was flushed and sweaty again. "What was that for?" I gasped, mopping my face. He shrugged and smiled, "Just for being you." I'd have been lying like a cheap rug if I said that it didn't make me want to do cartwheels. As sappy as it was, the little loving reminders that he gave me felt better than anything I could imagine. The warm feeling that jumped around in my stomach really was better than any alcohol or drug. Maybe because it was natural and real. Teddy wrapped his arms around my neck and hugged me tightly. I returned the favor and hugged him back, not realizing that my momentum would be slightly heavier. Teddy's legs buckled and he landed in a heap on the floor, my fall broken by him. When he wheezed and coughed, I panicked and worried that he'd been hurt, the day before we had to leave. Then he laughed. I relaxed then. Gently, he stroked my hair. When I tried to get back up, he wrapped his legs around my waist and held me there on top of him. Even with the threat of his mom walking in at any moment, it was worth it. With the tip of my tongue, I dragged it softly over his right eyebrow. Teddy shuddered and squirmed, trying to pull his thighs together over his crotch. He groaned softly, unable to resist one good hip thrust. Our groins rubbed together and his rapidly increasing erectness soon stimulated me as well. I smiled and licked his eyebrow again, rewarded with another shudder and groan. "Okay, you got me back." He whispered, his thighs relaxing their grip on me. I held him down. "And who am I?" I asked with a tone of sincerity. Teddy squinted at me. He knew the ritual. "You are--" He started and mumbled the last few words. "What was that?" "You are my master." He said, his voice devoid of emotion or enthusiasm. "Say it like you mean it!" I scolded, grinding my crotch against his. Teddy took a deep breath. "You are my master." That time, his voice was so husky and breathy that my cock throbbed painfully. I had to close my eyes and take a deep breath as I rolled off of Teddy and let him sit up. A moment later, I felt him grab me between the legs. A jolt ran through my body and I yelped. "You okay in there?" Angie called from the other room. "Yeah, never been better!" I said in a cheery voice. Hurriedly, I stood up and straightened myself. Teddy was still sitting on the floor with a smug smile on his face. I nodded and didn't say anything, offering my hand to help him up. He took it and pulled himself back to a standing position, the strength behind his grip making my stomach flutter. It was a sensation I never did get tired of. -9- A shiver ran through me as the night breeze came off the water. I pulled my sweatshirt tighter around my body as I settled back into the lawn chair, enjoying the fresh air despite the chilly sensation. Inside the house, I could hear Teddy and his sister bickering about Teddy's lesson plan for the kids in Nagoya. It made me smile to listen to them. It was how they had a conversation. Of course, my perspective was slightly different since my sister and I had to be restrained by police officers. That sort of thing tended to happen when parents encourage their kids to compete with one another like pit bulls in a Detroit tenement building. Not surprisingly, my parents didn't seem to understand that. They felt that the whole "taking up taxpayer money to solve domestic disputes" concept was tailor made for them. Behind me, the sliding glass door opened further. Angie stepped out onto the small balcony. She sat down on the bench next to me and looked out at the water. I'd been dreading the "take care of my baby" speech ever since she'd invited us over. I just hoped that she wouldn't start crying. "Are you ready to go?" She asked. "More or less." She chuckled a little at that. In the pockets of my shirt, I rubbed my hands together and desperately tried to keep from saying something insensitive. I knew that the last thing this poor woman wanted to hear was some joke about her son being devoured by a foreign land. I knew Angie trusted me, which made the desperation even worse. "I heard that you talked to your parents." Teddy had told her. That rat bastard. She seemed to know what I was thinking, "Your mom called me." "What did she say?" My voice had a bit of concern to it. "She said that she wants things to get better." "Yeah, well," I sighed, "She says that but I'll believe it when she actually does something to back it up." "She seemed serious to me." Angie paused. "She told me your dad is sorry about a lot of what happened." "She says that." I repeated. "Well, I believe her. I believe your dad, too." I didn't say anything. I looked out across the water and felt a sudden weariness in my bones. The desire to leave this place and see somewhere new had never before been so strong. I wanted to believe Angie but it was just so hard. It had taken so much of me to believe that Teddy had actually wanted to be with me. To find the strength to believe my mother would need a lot of time. Six months suddenly seemed like a pretty good number. Angie patted me on the shoulder, "Just think about it while you're over there. Have a good time and relax but just - think about it, okay?" I nodded. I couldn't think of anything better to do in response. She ruffled my hair and smiled before going back inside the house. I sighed and rubbed my eyes, unable to not take her words at face value. I knew she wasn't just telling me that to try and make me feel better. In my heart, I knew that my mom and dad probably were sorry. In my head, I just couldn't make myself believe it. The door slid open again and Teddy stepped out onto the balcony. Carefully, he sat down on my lap and leaned back against me, his warm body sending a pleasured shiver down my spine. I wrapped my arms around Teddy's waist and squeezed him against me. Teddy made a happy noise when I nuzzled his neck gently, his whole body like a wonderful soft pillow. "What did my mom say?" "She told me to sell you into slavery when we get there." I said, feeling him jump slightly when I slid my hand under his shirt and onto his stomach. "That'd be worth a couple bucks." I traced my fingers gently around his belly button, stroking the hair of his happy trail. I rubbed the tip of my nose across his neck and drew my breath in slowly. "Emma said to tell you to watch your head in the doorways." I laughed sarcastically, "You're sister sure is a comodian." Teddy shivered and tried to swat my hand away as I pulled his shirt up slowly, exposing his bare stomach to the cool air. Goosebumps stood up on his neck and arms. He squirmed on my lap and his ass rubbed against my groin, sending a pleasured sensation directly to my brain. I groaned and shifted under his weight; he had a good chuckle at my situation. When I'd managed to get myself reasonably settled, Teddy relaxed back against me again. I let my fingertips run over his tight stomach muscles, up over his pecs and ribs. I felt his heart beating slowly in his chest. I smiled and wrapped my arms around him again, squeezing him firmly. "Tomorrow." He said softly, his voice almost meek. I didn't say anything. I just hugged him again. I didn't know if he needed me to reassure him or just offer some platitude about how it would all be fine. I did know that I'd probably reassure him more just by holding him. Paltry reassurances weren't my speciality but secure hugs were. It was my talent, really. My one talent. Rather than saying anything, I just hugged him. As we sat there and looked out into the night, I could tell that he found security just from being held. When a chilly breeze blew off the water, I hugged him a little tighter. For a brief moment, I wondered if I really should have been saying something - but not for long. It was 7:20pm. Twelve hours until we would leave for Japan. THE END OF PART ONE PART TWO BEGINS ON JULY 3RD Feedback can be sent to fear1980@yahoo.com and fear1980@hotmail.com Links to the rest of my stories can be found at: http://www.geocities.com/fear1980/