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"Oh it's coming along well." He said smiling, putting way to much emphasis on the word coming.
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As much as I would love this to be an amazing chapter to make up for my long absence, it's not. For some reason I can't get it to sound as good as I wanted, and I don't know why, but hopefully you'll find a way to enjoy it....
21.
He sat beside me, my parents opposite, a dinner of spaghetti bolognese minus the meat for me, sitting on the table. I watched warily as Gerard charmed my parents, the smooth sound of his voice, like silk, lulling them into a false sense of security. How would they react if just then, I put my fork down and just came out and said, 'Gerard fucked me on your anniversary.' No matter how charming Gerard sounded, he would be thrown out of my house with me following right behind him. "So Gerard, you must get tired of Frank, he practically lives with you and your brother." My mother joked to him. Gerard chuckled amused. "Well, he does tire me out, but I can be hard to keep up with at times too." He answered, smirking at me as I kicked him under the table. "Oh and Frank tells me you're using him as an art piece for school? Hows that coming along?" My mother is interrogating him it seems. "Oh it's coming along well." He said smiling, putting way to much emphasis on the word coming. "Yes, I should show you one of them. I sketched a lovely one of him just the other day" Another kick for Gerard.
"What about your parents Gerard, they don't mind looking after him?" My mother can be so nosy sometimes, I saw Gerard stiffen just slightly. Those who don't know him wouldn't be able to tell, but the way he looked slightly around the room before answering told me he was uncomfortable. "No, they don't mind, they travel a lot for work, sometimes it's just Mikey and I, so the more the merrier." Everyone laughed again, Gerard's too polite and fake. I shifted my foot and rested it on his, pushing our legs against each other, and I felt the gentle pressure of him pushing back.
"You boys and your jeans, I have such a hard time convincing Frankie to just take them off for sleep." My mother was discussing clothing with Gerard, who pretended it was the most fascinating conversation he had ever taken part in. "Really? Frank takes them off for me..." Gerard said smiling at me before continuing. "But that was because I spilt coke on him one time." Gerard said chuckling as I glared at him while my parents laughed.
"And you must want to do something in drawing then?" My father asked. If it weren't for the fact they're homophobes, I would have thought they knew he was my boyfriend and this was a 'meet the parents' dinner. That's another issue though, the boyfriend phenomena. Because we had never actually confirmed we were dating, I had never really considered calling him that. I don't know, boyfriend sounds so casual and normal anyway, and Gerard and I aren't casual or normal. "Yes I do, I want to get into art school, maybe get a scholarship to one or something." I smiled at him as he said this, knowing he wasn't trying to impress anyone but simply tell my parents the truth, which was something Gerard rarely did. Gerard had been fantastic the whole time, making my parents laugh, complimenting my mother, impressing my father. I almost felt a little left out. Though Gerard's wandering hands and occasional foot would let me know just how wanted I actually was. One time I had to get up to get the napkins for my mother, and Gerard even slapped my ass when my parents weren't looking. I was so uncomfortable and he was loving every minute of it.
When dessert came out I had finally relaxed thinking that maybe I was overreacting about the whole situation, until I saw Gerard start to eat his blueberry pie and ice cream. I couldn't tell whether he was doing it on purpose but every time he would put some pie into his mouth he would lick his lips and make a satisfied moaning noise, that sounded oddly erotic. It obviously wasn't to out of the ordinary because my mother and father didn't seem to take any notice as they focused on eating their own. Then came the ice cream. He would lick it off his spoon, leaving ice cream on his top lip causing him to flick his tongue out quickly to get it off. I was almost hyper ventilating in my seat. I was trying to think of sad and gross things as quickly as possible. But it wasn't working, he had forgotten one little bit of ice cream on his chin and I swear it was taunting me. I looked over to my parents, my father had found the newspaper, and my mother had found a stain on the table cloth. So as quickly as I could I leant over to him, and licked the ice cream off his chin before resuming to eat my own, pretending as if nothing had happened. But out of the corner of my eye I could see my criminal grinning to himself as he finished his own.
After we were finally able to leave the table, Gerard and I practically ran up to my room. As soon as I opened the door I burst into a fit of laughter. "Fucking hell Gerard, dude you are so lucky they have no suspicions about me at all." I said. "And why is that? Why do they think it's an impossibility for you to be gay?" He asked eyebrows raised. "Shhh, keep your voice down." I said quickly glancing at the door of my room paranoid. "I don't know, they just, don't like that kind of thing. So they just assume that I could never be, you know, like that." I said talking lowly. Gerard nodded his head but I could see he was troubled. "You okay?" I asked. He nodded again and proceeded to lie on my bed and stare at the ceiling. "Gerarrrd." I groaned and sat at the end of the bed. "What is it? Please tell me, you never tell me when there's something wrong with you." I said truthfully. He looked up at me with sad eyes that made his face look like a beautiful disaster. "Are you ever going to tell them? Or are you just going to live for the rest of your life in secret?" I hated this question, because honestly, I had no idea how to answer it. "I don't know, I mean, what do I tell them anyway, that I've been fucking around with you for over a month now? Imagine how they'd take it Gerard, I'd be kicked out of home. And besides, I mean, I don't even know what we are to each other anyway." He nodded at me and gestured for me to come closer to him, so I crawled up his body so that I was straddling him. "You love me?" He asked and I nodded immediately. "And I love you?" I nodded again a little confused. "So we're together." He said matter of factly. "So we're what? Boyfriends?" I said screwing my face up at the word, it didn't sit right. Two catholic boys going behind their parents back to be together, therefore damning themselves to an afterlife where they will be drinking scorching hot cocktails with the devil for eternity, boyfriends was not the right word. "No, we're lovers, standing side by side as sinners, partners in a crime against God. That's what we are." I nodded and leant down to give him a quick soft kiss, liking his explanation of us. "So, wanna make a bet I can convince good old Anthony and Linda to let me sleep over, and then proceed to corrupt their little boy all night long without them having any idea." He said raising his eyebrows suggestively at me.
I'm really disappointed in the way it came out but hopefully it's not as bad as I think it is, so just let me know.
Rae.
21.
He sat beside me, my parents opposite, a dinner of spaghetti bolognese minus the meat for me, sitting on the table. I watched warily as Gerard charmed my parents, the smooth sound of his voice, like silk, lulling them into a false sense of security. How would they react if just then, I put my fork down and just came out and said, 'Gerard fucked me on your anniversary.' No matter how charming Gerard sounded, he would be thrown out of my house with me following right behind him. "So Gerard, you must get tired of Frank, he practically lives with you and your brother." My mother joked to him. Gerard chuckled amused. "Well, he does tire me out, but I can be hard to keep up with at times too." He answered, smirking at me as I kicked him under the table. "Oh and Frank tells me you're using him as an art piece for school? Hows that coming along?" My mother is interrogating him it seems. "Oh it's coming along well." He said smiling, putting way to much emphasis on the word coming. "Yes, I should show you one of them. I sketched a lovely one of him just the other day" Another kick for Gerard.
"What about your parents Gerard, they don't mind looking after him?" My mother can be so nosy sometimes, I saw Gerard stiffen just slightly. Those who don't know him wouldn't be able to tell, but the way he looked slightly around the room before answering told me he was uncomfortable. "No, they don't mind, they travel a lot for work, sometimes it's just Mikey and I, so the more the merrier." Everyone laughed again, Gerard's too polite and fake. I shifted my foot and rested it on his, pushing our legs against each other, and I felt the gentle pressure of him pushing back.
"You boys and your jeans, I have such a hard time convincing Frankie to just take them off for sleep." My mother was discussing clothing with Gerard, who pretended it was the most fascinating conversation he had ever taken part in. "Really? Frank takes them off for me..." Gerard said smiling at me before continuing. "But that was because I spilt coke on him one time." Gerard said chuckling as I glared at him while my parents laughed.
"And you must want to do something in drawing then?" My father asked. If it weren't for the fact they're homophobes, I would have thought they knew he was my boyfriend and this was a 'meet the parents' dinner. That's another issue though, the boyfriend phenomena. Because we had never actually confirmed we were dating, I had never really considered calling him that. I don't know, boyfriend sounds so casual and normal anyway, and Gerard and I aren't casual or normal. "Yes I do, I want to get into art school, maybe get a scholarship to one or something." I smiled at him as he said this, knowing he wasn't trying to impress anyone but simply tell my parents the truth, which was something Gerard rarely did. Gerard had been fantastic the whole time, making my parents laugh, complimenting my mother, impressing my father. I almost felt a little left out. Though Gerard's wandering hands and occasional foot would let me know just how wanted I actually was. One time I had to get up to get the napkins for my mother, and Gerard even slapped my ass when my parents weren't looking. I was so uncomfortable and he was loving every minute of it.
When dessert came out I had finally relaxed thinking that maybe I was overreacting about the whole situation, until I saw Gerard start to eat his blueberry pie and ice cream. I couldn't tell whether he was doing it on purpose but every time he would put some pie into his mouth he would lick his lips and make a satisfied moaning noise, that sounded oddly erotic. It obviously wasn't to out of the ordinary because my mother and father didn't seem to take any notice as they focused on eating their own. Then came the ice cream. He would lick it off his spoon, leaving ice cream on his top lip causing him to flick his tongue out quickly to get it off. I was almost hyper ventilating in my seat. I was trying to think of sad and gross things as quickly as possible. But it wasn't working, he had forgotten one little bit of ice cream on his chin and I swear it was taunting me. I looked over to my parents, my father had found the newspaper, and my mother had found a stain on the table cloth. So as quickly as I could I leant over to him, and licked the ice cream off his chin before resuming to eat my own, pretending as if nothing had happened. But out of the corner of my eye I could see my criminal grinning to himself as he finished his own.
After we were finally able to leave the table, Gerard and I practically ran up to my room. As soon as I opened the door I burst into a fit of laughter. "Fucking hell Gerard, dude you are so lucky they have no suspicions about me at all." I said. "And why is that? Why do they think it's an impossibility for you to be gay?" He asked eyebrows raised. "Shhh, keep your voice down." I said quickly glancing at the door of my room paranoid. "I don't know, they just, don't like that kind of thing. So they just assume that I could never be, you know, like that." I said talking lowly. Gerard nodded his head but I could see he was troubled. "You okay?" I asked. He nodded again and proceeded to lie on my bed and stare at the ceiling. "Gerarrrd." I groaned and sat at the end of the bed. "What is it? Please tell me, you never tell me when there's something wrong with you." I said truthfully. He looked up at me with sad eyes that made his face look like a beautiful disaster. "Are you ever going to tell them? Or are you just going to live for the rest of your life in secret?" I hated this question, because honestly, I had no idea how to answer it. "I don't know, I mean, what do I tell them anyway, that I've been fucking around with you for over a month now? Imagine how they'd take it Gerard, I'd be kicked out of home. And besides, I mean, I don't even know what we are to each other anyway." He nodded at me and gestured for me to come closer to him, so I crawled up his body so that I was straddling him. "You love me?" He asked and I nodded immediately. "And I love you?" I nodded again a little confused. "So we're together." He said matter of factly. "So we're what? Boyfriends?" I said screwing my face up at the word, it didn't sit right. Two catholic boys going behind their parents back to be together, therefore damning themselves to an afterlife where they will be drinking scorching hot cocktails with the devil for eternity, boyfriends was not the right word. "No, we're lovers, standing side by side as sinners, partners in a crime against God. That's what we are." I nodded and leant down to give him a quick soft kiss, liking his explanation of us. "So, wanna make a bet I can convince good old Anthony and Linda to let me sleep over, and then proceed to corrupt their little boy all night long without them having any idea." He said raising his eyebrows suggestively at me.
I'm really disappointed in the way it came out but hopefully it's not as bad as I think it is, so just let me know.
Rae.
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