Date: Mon, 25 Jan 2021 01:11:14 -0600 From: Billy Wright Subject: Us, For You (chapter 16) This story is fiction, based on real events, but fiction. This is the final part of the series that includes five chapters so... you are in for a final ride, a final boy and a final everything. (I'm a college student so you'll have to forgive me if I don't upload that often). If you'd like to talk to me about anything, here is my email: billy.alexander.wright@gmail.com ------------------------------------ ------------------------------------ *** Characters *** *Alex - Me (16) *Chris - My brother and friend (2 years older) *Minakami - Japanese boy, kind, daring and helpful (same age as me) *Ekrem - Turkish boy, warm, caring and sweet (2 years older) *Baruk - Ekrem's boyfriend (1 year older) *James - The golden-haired boy (same age as me) ------------------------------------ ------------------------------------ *** Part 4, Finale *** Skyscraper Constellations 3 (New York) That night I slept better than ever. True, I had a cramp in my arm and the position I was lying in wasn't entirely comfortable but waking up next to Chris certainly made up for all of that. That morning I woke up full of energy. The next few days, visiting Manhattan, were a mix between the good old times -us four on our own- and having the family of Chris' girlfriend with us. It would have been somewhat annoying if it hadn't been for James, the golden-haired boy. We visited New York's Public Library, took a ferry to the Statue of Liberty and visited Wall Street and the memorial for the Twin Towers. Every time we had to eat we tried to do it someplace famous. To be honest, it was a little annoying that James didn't like to try new dishes or something he didn't already know but nobody's perfect. I just had to breathe. The first morning of our second week in New York, I woke up with Chris by my side once again, lying down with his eyes on me. "About time you woke up," he must have seen the confusion in my face because he added. "No. Before you say anything, let me tell you: no. I did not sleep next to you, I just lied down for a second to wake you up. Don't get your hopes up." "Get my hopes up?" I asked, sleepy. "You are the one that keeps coming back to my bed." "Just to wake you up." "And that required you to be in boxers and nothing else?" I said looking at him, his body shinning in all its splendor. "Or maybe you like it when I see you like that." Chris stood up, not an ounce of shame. "I must admit that I don't mind when you see me like this. Actually, I kinda like the fact that I turns you on, at least a little bit." "Who says you turn me on?" "Oh, you didn't say it. Not with your words at least but THAT doesn't let you lie," he said pointing at the bulge in my underwear. I covered myself as fast as I could, that made him laugh. "That happens every morning!" I defended myself. "You are a guy, you know that!" "I'm joking," Chris was still laughing. "But seriously. I just wanted to let you know that if you want to do something do it today because tomorrow we are having a brothers' day. And no, I'm not talking about fooling around. We won't be at the hotel. I have real, serious plans: we are going somewhere, only you and me. Okay? I already told mom and dad." "Where are w..." "Don't ask," Chris interrupted me. "Or do you really think I'd spoil the surprise?" I insisted but my brother refused, he didn't even give me a clue. That morning it was only the four of us. My mother said we should visit the MoMA and then the Yankees' Stadium. I didn't take that suggestion seriously, my family wasn't really a fan of baseball so I was surprised when my father and Chris agreed delightedly; they were even excited. I sighed, realizing I'd have to settle. At the MoMA, however, everything was impressive. The amount works of art was simply ridiculous. I don't know a lot about art -I'm ashamed to admit- but I know a couple of things so, what I liked the most was the fact that, at the MoMA even I was able to recognize quite a few paintings. The Starry Night (a little but less black and smaller than I imagined), for starters. I also saw one from Picasso that I had seen somewhere before (later I found out that it was called Les Demoiselles d'Avignon) and then I saw my favorite painting of all time: The Lovers. I almost screamed when I saw it. I had no idea that painting was there, had I known I would've been way for excited for visiting the MoMA. I wasn't sure what I liked about it, maybe the passion or the restricted, maybe the mystery or the sense of prohibition. It didn't matter, that morning was splendid. Around four in the afternoon the golden-haired family joined us for a cup of coffee. Everyone, Chris' girlfriend, her mother and even James looked happy. They all started chatting and even though I tried to follow my thoughts took over on that moment, memories of Ekrem in Turkey, Minakami in Japan and even of Alexjei in Czech Republic. I couldn't believe how much time had passed. I didn't notice when but suddenly everyone was standing up. "See you later, Alex," Chris walked next to me, his hand on my shoulder. I made a confused gesture. "Later? What are you talking about?" My brother almost laughed when he heard me. "It did look like you weren't paying attention," and without adding another word he walked out of the café with holding his girlfriend's hand. My parents, after saying goodbye, followed him outside. Even James' mother gave me a "see you later" gesture. Only James and I stayed behind. "You have no idea what's happening, right?" "Not even a little." James smiled. "Come on," he said, standing up. "It's time for our second date." "Second date?" "You really didn't listened to a word we said, did you?" James looked at me from the corner of his eye. "Your parents said they wanted to go to the Yankees' Stadium and invited us to go. My sister and mom agreed but Chris said you didn't want to go so he suggested that we should go somewhere else." "Chris said that?" James nodded. "When he saw us in the closet I thought we were done for. I don't know what you told him but he is definitively on our side. That's why everyone left." I paused for a moment. Had Chris really done that? He had spent so much time mad at me that I had forgotten what it was like to have him as an ally. "And were are we going?" James looked at me, intrigued. "You really didn't hear?" "Not a thing." "Then I won't tell. I'll be a surprise, you are going to love it." I wasn't sure James knew me enough to give me a surprise I'd actually like but I wasn't going to say no. We waked several streets before getting to Times Square. It was the third time I was there during that trip but the scent modern magic, the everything-is-possible vibe hadn't vanished in the slightest. I thought that was where we were going but James told me to stay and wait for him. I stood in the middle of the sidewalk, a stupid amount of people were walking by. I'd heard of how insecure things could get so I put my hands in my pockets, protecting my phone and wallet. In the meantime, I watches James walking towards a group of people that were yelling, they seemed to be selling something. James and one of those men exchanged a few words and, right then, I saw how James gave him a large amount of money and, in exchanged, received something small and large. Once that was over, the man kept on yelling and James came back to my side. "What did I just see?" "Your surprise," he replied, showing me a pair of pieces of small papers, they were tickets. "Are we going to the movies?" James threw me a look of disbelief. "Look at the size, are movie tickets this big?" "What do I know? Everything in New York is big and exaggerated." "I was born in New York, you know," James said then, a devilishly grin in his face. "And I can confirm that, everything here is big." It took me a second to get what he meant by that but as soon as I got it I felt my cheeks flushing. James laughed and, together, we walked away from Times Square. A soft drizzle started falling over us. Around us everyone started taking out their umbrellas, waiting for the worse. We started running as fast as we could until we reached a long, curvy street full of signs, lights and people. James didn't have to tell me where we were for me to know. "Broadway" I whispered. The golden-haired boy led me to a big building with an even bigger sign outside. It had a golden background and featured a black star in the front with the silhouette of a man serving as the fifth point of the star. "So this is what the tickets are for," I wasn't sure if I would like it but it definitively was a surprise. "Is it good?" I asked, curious. "Oh, you have no idea." "Really?" I challenged him. "That good?" "The best musical ever," James declared. "Even if you don't like musicals, you are going to love this one." We kept walking until we reached the woman with the tickets. "Here you go." The woman received the somewhat wet tickets and, not even a second later, she gave them back. "This tickets aren't real, kid." I didn't have to ask, I saw it happen: James' heart stopped for a second. I looked at him, worried, so much so that even the woman seemed a little concerned. I stayed quiet, not sure of what to do, waiting for him to regain his posture. One second passed, then two, then three... James did nothing. "James?" I whispered to no avail. I sighed, taking control. I took a step towards the woman. "What do you mean 'they aren't real'?" The woman looked and me and with just that she instantly knew I wasn't from there. "You bought it with one of those re-sellers, right? See, most of the tickets they sell are real but not every one of them, you need to be careful. See this seal? This is only on the originals, now look at yours." I looked at them, they had no seal. "I can't let you enter, sorry." "But..." "Sorry, kid. Please, let the next person come." Slowly we walked away from the woman and the building. The people around us, with tickets in hand, watched us with a mixture of pity and discomfort. A feeling of shame started to grow inside me, every pair of eyes on me was telling me how dumb we were, how stupid and useless. I fought the feeling. I took James' hand took us out of there. Outside, the drizzle that had been there a few minutes before had turned into an imposing storm falling over us. "James?" I called him beneath the water. We needed to move but I didn't know where, I didn't know the city. "Do you want to go somewhere else? James?" James moved his head to the sides. It was odd. I knew from the excitement he had a few minutes ago that he really wanted to do this for me, a surprise for me. New York doesn't exist without Broadway. Yet, with the fake tickets he wasn't just disappointed, he must have been ashamed and he had surely spent a lot of money in them. "Come with me," I decided, taking him to the subway. "I have an idea." I wasn't sure of the line or the way but the map inside helped. I asked James in which point we should stop but he answered in such a low murmur that I didn't understand him. It was weird that, in moments of panic, James' answer was to stay quiet and disconnect. That exasperated me but I stayed quiet. After a while we got to Brooklyn only a few blocks away from his building. The rain hadn't stopped so we had to run to his apartment. "Can I borrow some clothes?" I asked after closing the door, my feet were forming little puddles on the floor. Slowly, James took me to his room and gave me a shirt and a pair of pants. I took them but before exiting the room, I turned around. I thought about Minakami, my Japanese friend. He was the person who was always there for me, for the fun bits and the ones where I really needed advice, to complain about life or just to have my spirit raised. I thought about him and about what he would say if he was in my place. "James," I said, picturing him. "Stay here and change, get dry. I will take care of everything. Don't go out of the room until I tell you to, alright?" James didn't answer so I closed the door after me. I sighed looking at the foreign house, thinking of a plan. Minakami, once again, is the first thing that comes to my mind. In my last birthday, I had a videocall with him but as soon as I looked at my screen I saw that he had decorated his entire room as if he was having a party. I was surprised and asked what he was doing when the doorbell rang. It turns out that Minakami had ordered a cake for me and he, in Japan, had ordered the same one, so we could eat the same cake. We even saw the same movie on Netflix at the same time. What had moved me the most wasn't the cake nor how much he had spent of me, it was the gesture, the effort he had made for me. I smiled, it was my turn to make an effort. It took me a while, especially because I didn't know where everything was in his house. I had to look for the microwave, blankets and even some Christmas decorations in the closet. "Can I come out?" "Almost," I said just as I turned on the TV, putting it in the right setting. "Now! You can come out!" James' face, the instant he came out, was one of utter misery, followed by confusion, then a careful happiness and, finally of warm excitement. "How...? You...?" He couldn't speak. "Alex... you made all this in just a few minutes?" Smiling, I nodded. Behind me was his living room but, there in the couches was a sea of fluffy pillows I had collected from all over the house with tons blankets. In the coffee table there were two bowls of popcorn, Chinese food and a cake I found in the fridge. All that decorated by Christmas lights, giving the entire room a cozy and warm feeling. In the TV, after discovering that they had Disney+, the movie Hamilton was paused, ready to be watched. James' smile couldn't have been bigger. "What do you think?" I looked at him, his surprise face was priceless. It was clear how happy we was. "Not bad for a second date, right?" James didn't answer, he just took a step towards me, caught my cheeks in his hands and kissed me. There was real excitement in that kiss, a sudden desire. There wasn't fire like with Baruk, sugar like with Ekrem or the perfection of Minakami, there wasn't even cinnamon like with Alexjei. Still, I could feel desire in his lips. When we parted I thought we had finished since James went to the table and took one of the many glasses there, took a sip and came back to my side. "What are you..." I started asking but then he let the content of the glass spill all over me, getting me wet once again. "James!" "Oops," he said. "Sorry, I think you'll have to change again." I smiled when I notice he had spilled it over the shirt and pants he had leant me. The golden-haired boy lost no time and, getting rid of my shirt, bent over to take hold of my pants. It was then that, filling the inside with his fingers, he noticed something. "You are not wearing...?" I said no with the head. "They were wet too." James smiled and, with a single movement, took my pants off until making me walk out of them. Underneath I was naked. That was me, in his apartment, with nothing to cover myself. All of me was in plain sight. "You are... wow," James sighed. I tried not to smile but the nerves got the best of me. It was then that I looked over my shoulder and notices the glass door and the big terrace on the other side. I had an idea. "I don't think it is very fair that I am the only one wet in here," I took a step towards James. "You know? If I had to take my clothes off again, maybe you..." I took him by the hand and dragged him to the terrace, James stopped when he realized I was trying to get him under the rain. "Do you want to?" I asked him looking into his eyes. He nodded, slowly at first, then excitedly. The rain was pouring, thick and cold. I felt a shiver through my body but my erection didn't go away. It wasn't just about being naked under the rain, it was having James there, soaked and fully dress, holding me, with a forest of buildings around us. I thought about Alexjei for a second, remembering what we used to do but I got rid of that image. This, even though it was similar, was different. This was conceptual and this was special. "You think they can see us?" I asked pointing at the hundreds of windows around us. "I have no doubt about it," he answered, his golden hair soaking wet. "But don't worry, the last thing a New Yorker does is look out the window. In fact, ever since I was little, I got into the habit of coming out here, naked." "Naked?" I asked. My erection was definitely never going away. "Why?" "I was little when, once, after I had taken a shower, my mother got really mad at me for making a mess in the bathroom. No, not that kind of mess. I had created a little pool all over the floor and into the hallway. She was mad and told me to clean everything. After I finished, my towel was soaking wet so I had the great idea of putting it here, out in the terrace so it would dry faster. That's when I got here naked. I got scared then excited. I felt free." "No one's ever seen you?" "I'm pretty sure one of my neighbors saw me. She was a girl a little older than me. I thought she would say something but never did. I used to see her looking at me while I sunbathed." "I never thought you'd do stuff like that." "Well, I never thought I would either until I did. I always got an erection when she saw me even if I'm not into girls." "That is so..." I didn't finish, the golden-haired boy started to kiss me under the rain. I could feel the heat from our bodies exploding with the cold of the water running down my body. James' clothes were soaked so it was hard to take them off him but when I do, I found a surprise underneath: he doesn't have a single hair down there. James smiles and says that he likes how it looks that way, cleaner, younger. It is new but I immediately found myself kissing him again. The golden-haired boy is surprisingly attractive without clothes. There was something delicate in the curves of his body, his skin, the way his hips turned into legs and the size of his member between them. This time I take control. We don't bother looking for somewhere comfortable, we let ourselves fall into the floor where I put him under me. James looked excited, even lustful, and so full of anticipation while I slowly enter him. The lack of fear in his eyes told me it wasn't his first time but, the surprise and disbelief in them told me it was one of the firsts. His face said it all, he liked it when someone was inside him. If his moans where anything to guide myself with, he was enjoying it. A lot. Then, while I follow the rhythm inside him, he sits and places his chest as close as mine as it is possible and kisses me. First the lips, then my neck, then he goes for my nipples. It is my turn to moan. The rain makes it difficult to feel the kisses on my skin but as soon as he starts sucking on them I feel the heat of his mouth in them, exciting me. I pick up the pace, making him moan harder and making him suck harder. "I'm going to cum," I whisper in his ear and moving backwards to get out of him but his hands on my back stop me. "James, what...?" "Come in me," he says. I tell him I'm not wearing a condom. He doesn't care. I go with it and move my hips faster and faster, his moaning getting louder and louder until my member explodes inside of him while his, at the same time, rains over our chests like a volcano. When we are done I can notice how uncomfortable we are in that position, the pain in my legs and the freezing cold of the wind and rain. It was impressive how the heat made me ignore all of that. James suggests we go to take a hot shower. Three hours later, my family and James' cross the door and find us in the couch, each on a corner, with blankets all around us, completely focused on the end of Hamilton. When it ends, I see my parents looking at me with a smile in their faces, little traces of tears in my eyes. "You have no idea how good Hamilton is. You have to see it. Now." James smiles proudly. ------------------------------------ ------------------------------------ Is James everything you waited for? I know, my believe me, this story is still full of twists left for you. Two chapters left to go. Please write me if you can. Also, don't forget to donate to nifty.