Date: Sun, 11 Feb 2018 22:09:58 -0700
From: Ocelot <fullmetalocelot12@gmail.com>
Subject: Friends, Neighbors, and Lovers Chapter V

Friends, Neighbors, and Lovers Chapter V

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	"Faster!  Run the play again!"

	Wiping the sweat from my forehead, I got back into position and
blocked.  The sound of a basketball bouncing off the wooden floor echoed as
we ran the drill again.  My mom had decided that I should take up a sport
and signed me up for youth basketball.  I didn't think I was tall enough to
be good enough, and the coach agreed.  I had been relegated to passing and
blocking.  Coach was happy he had kept me around.  Carrying the heavy
weight of the papers every day had strengthened my leg muscles
significantly.  This allowed me to block effectively.  People would run
into me, and bounce off, sometimes falling down, allowing us to have a
brief advantage.

	After basketball practice finished, I noticed Danny in the
bleachers.  He hadn't been able to come over that morning, so I was happy
to see him.  As always, my heart still did a little flip when I saw him
with his smile.  We were in sixth grade now, and had the same teacher.
Since my shirt was soaked with sweat, we just slapped each other five
instead of giving each other a hug.

	"How was practice?" Danny asked.

	"Oh, the usual," I replied.  "Coach had us run the same play
numerous times, do some running around the court, the typical nonsense.  At
least he knows he's working with kids, and not trying to push us as if we
were in the NBA."

	"That's good," Danny said, as he unlocked his bike from the bike
rack in front of the building.  "Too many coaches push their players too
hard because they're living vicariously through them and push them too
hard."  He wound his chain and lock up as he spoke.

	"Yeah.  I don't think I'd like that kind of coach."  I had unlocked
my own bike and was stuffing the cable into my backpack that held my street
clothes that I'd worn on my way in.  I'd go home, shower, and change back
into them. I didn't see the point of putting clean clothes on when I was
all hot and sweaty.

	Making our way down the sidewalk, we headed for my house.  We kept
talking about practice as we went.  "I don't get the point of practicing
only on Saturday morning.  We only play on Wednesday nights.  Two maybe
three games."

	"Yeah," Danny said.  "That whole thing is screwy to me.  I don't
get the point of irregular game schedules.  Is there even a tournament at
the end of the season?"

	"Beats me.  Coach hasn't said anything about it.  Maybe it's one of
those leagues where everyone gets a trophy at a fancy dinner at the end of
the season.  I don't care either way.  Makes mom happy, so I keep playing."

	Pausing at a red light, Danny pushed the button on the pole so we
cross the street.  Walking our bikes across the intersection, we mounted
them again and kept pedaling down the sunny sidewalk.  Soon, we'd reached
my house.  We parked our bikes behind the house, and went inside.

	"Hello Danny," my mom said.

	"Hi there," he responded.

	"How was practice?"

	"Fine, mom. Coach says we're improving and ready for our next
game."

	"Sounds good.  I'm glad it's such a hit," she said, turning back to
that day's mail.

	I rolled my eyes at her back.  Danny saw, and suppressed his urge
to giggle.

	"Go take a shower, Axel.  You're still sweaty from practice."

	"Yes, mom.  On my way."

	Danny followed me to my room.  I didn't have to share a bathroom
with my parents, so that was nice.  Danny smiled as I took off my shirt and
shorts, leaving me in my underwear.  Since my parents were upstairs, we
didn't dare do anything fun.  Instead, he watched as I got naked, and went
across the hall to shower.  He watched me, sitting on the toilet lid, an
obvious bulge in his shorts as he watched me.  Holding hands, we crossed
back to my room after I had toweled off.  Kissing for a brief moment, we
separated so I could dress.  He handed me my clothes from my backpack, and
kicked my sweaty clothes to the corner.  I'd wash them later.

	After I dressed, Danny and I began setting up the GI Joe action
figures I had.  We set them on various shelves, and on the bed.  We also
decided to add in the ninja turtles.  Shredder was set up furthest from
where we would sit and shoot rubber bands.  Whoever knocked him down would
win.

	"Ready?" Danny asked, as we sorted rubber bands.

	"I was born ready.  You're going down, Shredder!" I said, glaring
at Danny in mock ferocity.

	"Yeah.  He's going down because I'm knocking him down!"

	"You wish!" I fired my first shot, and missed.

	"Ha!  All psyched up and you miss!  You suck!" Danny shouted this
as he carefully took aim and fired at Cobra Commander.

	"You know you love me sucking," I said as Cobra Commander went
down.

	Danny winked at me.  "True.  I love when you suck." He smirked
because we both knew what I was referring to.

	I took aim.  Leonardo took a hit square in the chest from me, and
toppled over, landing on his shell.  "I love it when you suck," I said,
smiling at him.  We'd been sucking each other's dicks for a long time now.

	Placing his hand on my thigh, he looked at me, and took a shot.
Destro was his intended target.  The rubber band went wide.  Duke took the
hit, and leaned at a crazy angle against my desk.  We laughed at that.  We
continued our game until mom said it was time for dinner.

	That was a Saturday during the summer between fifth and sixth
grade.  We continued to hang out together during the summer and into the
next school year.  Liberty Elementary only had six grades.  It was during
the spring of sixth grade that we found out that while we lived in the same
district for elementary school, we lived in different districts for junior
high.  Danny would be going to Claysville Middle School, and I'd be
attending Hillsdale Junior High.  We'd still be a few blocks away from each
other, but we wouldn't see each other nearly as often.

	The afternoon after school when we learned this news, we both
walked to my place.  As usual, the papers were waiting for me on the porch.
Knowing we could stew in our misery together once we got the papers
delivered, we quickly folded and delivered them.  Washing the ink off our
hands after, we headed downstairs to my room.  Nothing needed to be said.
I held Danny.  Danny held me.  We loved each other.  We couldn't bear to be
separated.

	"Axel," Danny began.  "I love you."

	"I love you too, Danny.  So very much.  I can't believe we have to
go to different schools.  It'll be hard, not seeing you so much."

	"I know, Axel.  It's part of life.  Growing up.  It's shit
sometimes, but you just got to eat the shit that comes with the good stuff.
It'll be hard, many things in life are, but we'll do what we can to stay
together."

	"I know we'll try Danny, but we're probably going to make new
friends and not have too much time to hang out with each other.  I love
you.  I love sleeping with you, and loving you."

	"I know. I love you too, Axel."  Danny's voice was tight with
emotion.  He held me tighter, and I pressed my face into his chest.  I
inhaled his scent.  I wanted to permanently sear it into my mind so as time
passed I could always remember it and bring him to mind.  I hoped we'd stay
as close as we were now, but I knew it might happen.  I tried to remember
friends from my previous school, but nobody came to mind.

	These thoughts made some tears to my eyes, and they fell onto
Danny's chest.  His hand came and gently brushed the tears away.  He kissed
the top of my head.  I loved him. It was such a simple gesture, but it
spoke volumes.

	"I know, Axel.  I know.  I'm feeling emotional too.  I was thinking
of you leaving your last school and dropping out of touch with your old
friends."  Looking up, I could see his eyes glistening with tears.  "I
don't want to lose you.  I can't live without you.  I wake up at night, and
reach for you, but all I get is an empty bed.  I want you in my bed, in my
life forever."

	So, that's the end of Chapter V.  My apologies for it taking so
long since the last installment.  I've been working graveyard shifts and it
leaves me too tired in the day to write.  Work all night, sleep all day.
If you've worked graves you know the feeling.  Also, twice in the past
month, we were robbed, and both times I was there.  I also needed some time
to myself.  I realize this is a short chapter, but the next one will be a
bit longer.  I think it will be the end of this series.  I never planned
for this series to go as long as my other one in the Gay/adult youth story,
"Ashton and Noah".  I'll be updating that one in a week or two hopefully.
Questions?  Comments?  Smart remarks?  Feel free to message me
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