Well, I have done 4 chapters for you all. Enjoy. We finally go all the way here, and we truly did "GO SLOW!" and we obeyed the School Bus Chrome Yellow signs too. Anyway, signing off, since it is currently 45C here in Melbourne (109-112F) and it's trying to kill me.
Here goes:
Chapter 12: Surprises.
<Brad>
Both my parents cast incredulous looks at me, before looking at Ben who nodded. We moved inside the house, with Ben bringing up the rear so he closed the doors after us. My parents sat down on the two seater sofa, so Ben and myself chose an armchair each. I looked at Ben, giving him the chance to speak, but he shook his head at me smiling. So it was my turn, lovely. He leaned back in his armchair and closed his eyes. “Mom, Dad....There really is no other word to describe it, he’s rich.” Ben opened his eyes to glare at me before saying “Wealthy..Wealthy! You and your family are the ones who truly made me feel rich” with a huge grin on his face. I grinned back, and then turning back to my parents, noticed the bewildered look on their faces. He lives in Capital City, has a nice Penthouse apartment, the car, clothes, food....” I trailed off, my own bewilderment catching up with me again. Ben moved next to me, and rubbing my back, continued to my parents.
<Ben>
“Most of it is self-made. I’m a software designer for the Mac, iPhone,” I briefly held up my iPhone before continuing “I do have a reasonably high-paying job waiting for me in the city though.” His parents continued to gawk at me. They must have realized how rude they were being and they smoothed their expressions before saying to me, “But you don’t behave like a rich guy!” in tones of pure exasperation. “I know, I hate the stereotype, who says people can’t be different if they have money....?” I replied and they smiled. Brad seemed to unfreeze at that moment, so he turned to his parents. “He offered to have me move in with him, after a few months together that is.” He said to them, which both their mouths fall open again. They clicked them shut, and looked at me to say “Well thank-you. He moved back here after the whole Matt thing. But if he is to move in, we will need to have every number of yours so we can reach you at any time. We will need to see the place for ourselves too.” I nodded, and handed them my iPhone which was displaying my own personal information. They took it and transcribed every piece of information onto a piece of paper in their phone directory before handing it back to me. “Well that was easy. Matt was real funny about giving us his information. He managed to get through to him three times, one time on each of his numbers before he changed them.” They stopped speaking and eyed me suspiciously. “Don’t worry, I have seven phone lines in my house. Only if someone was really giving me hell would I worry about doing such a thing. That would be so expensive. I hate spending money unless I have to...” I trailed off, looking at Brad before continuing “...or want to really bad.” He didn’t seem to notice this, and his parent’s looked even more bewildered than before at my reassurance.
<Brad>
My parents loved him. Shortly after our conversation, we watched TV for over three hours with them, a movie was on that all of us found extremely appropriate, and funny for the night’s entertainment. About half way through the movie, My Mom disappeared into the kitchen and I could hear her beginning to cook.
<Ben>
I waited for her husband to get up off the sofa and help her, but he didn’t. So I got up and went into the kitchen also and began to help her. “Why?” she asked me, although I could tell she was glad that I was helping after all. “It’s how I was raised, my Dad left when I was young, and my Mom needed help with everything when I turned fourteen, she has a disability. I won’t go into it now, but yeah.” Brad’s Mom came up to me then and gave me a big hug, before the both of us returned to cutting up the vegetables. She told me that a julienne carrot would be nice if I knew how to, and if we had the time. It apparently took her thirty minutes to do that since she had only ever had one lesson, and had forgotten most of it. So I called her over and my chef courses back home came into action, when I gave her a succinct tutorial on how to do a julienne carrot in under three minutes. She was ecstatic by the end of it. She thanked me and moved off to cut her others. I did the same, then I offered to handle the chicken. I cut the chicken breast fillet diagonally, trimmed every amount of sinew and fat from the meat and covered them in egg mixture and Panko before placing them gently in the frying pan. After about five minutes the chicken was both cooked through and the Panko were nice and golden. For those of you wondering what Panko are, they are Japanese Course Breadcrumbs.
She was simmering a sauce in a saucepan, that she said happily “wasn’t sticking to the damn sides of it due to my assistance.” I smiled at that, and began to throw together the salad. She watched as I did this, as the sauce was done. She marveled when I threw the dressing in with it, and garnished it with some pickled ginger. “I never thought to use that with salad! Is it good?” she exclaimed happily, so I cut her a fresh bit from her own supply and gave it to her to try. “Ooooooh! This is WONDERFUL! I love ginger, but never thought to put it as a garnish” She said happily before asking whether she was doing the sauce right. I had laid the chicken out on the plates. She covered them with the “Spicy Sauce” and I placed the salad in a neat bundle at the head of the plate. She turned to the rice. “This is what always ruins it for me.” She said, her face falling. I walked over and picked up a small clump of rice in my fingers and squeezed it easily into a ball. She gave me a quizzical look, which turned into a happy one when I informed her the rice was perfect. “But it doesn’t stick together on the plate...” She said, her face falling again. I told her to watch and learn. I picked a small bowl from the cupboard and used a spoon to put the rice in the bowl I flattened it carefully and then placed it on the plate, upside down. I lifted the bowl and the rice fell in a perfect half-ball onto the plate. “OOOOH! I’M GLAD BRAD FOUND YOU!” She shouted before giving it a go herself and getting the same result. I took the three plates to the dining table for her, and then returned to help clean up. “Don’t be silly!” She said, trying to get me to eat with the rest of the family. “No, I was raised with Ladies First.” My quiet, yet powerful comment moved her to tears. Hugging me, she said she was glad Brad had found me again, then moved to sit down at the table and enjoy the meal. I cleaned everything like I would at home. The kitchen was surgically clean by the time I was done. I served myself up a plate and sat there at the table afterwards. I was just tucking in when Brad came up to me, pulled be up bodily from the chair and gave me the tightest and most emotionally charged hug he had ever given me. “My Dad NEVER helps my Mom, she was so happy, I haven’t seen her like that for a long time. Usually she doesn’t care, but I could tell she wanted to talk to me tonight. You gave her that chance. She loves you, you know that?” He said to me, I hugged him tightly before he let me go, and put some gloves on his hands and disappeared into the kitchen. He came straight back out and looked at me with an amazed look on his face. “The movie isn’t even done! You’re eating and the kitchen is THAT clean!?” he spluttered. I laughed and sat back down to eat. I was done before the end of the movie. I returned my plate to the sink where I washed it before putting it back in the cupboard, sparkling clean like the rest of them. I sat down in the armchair next to Brad’s -- he had moved mine close to his -- and began to watch the movie again. “It’s lucky you’re gay.” Brad’s Dad said with a huge grin on his face. “Forgive me, but if you weren’t I’d think you were when you went to help with the cooking.” I smiled and his wife did to before hitting across the arm softly and laughing. By the time the movie ended, it was time for us to leave. Brad’s Mom gave me a huge hug, and so did his father. His mother returned a second time with a whispered extra thank-you, and then Brad gave me a hug. I looked at him and he moved in close whispering that he “wanted to stay with his parent’s tonight if it was OK.” I nodded, kissed him goodbye then got into my car and drove back towards the city. My iPhone rang, and I pulled over about three miles from the cloverleaf to answer it. “Hey, I just wanted you to know that I had a lovely date with a beautiful man tonight. He’s tall, nice and helped my Mom cook so she could have some alone time with us.” he said on the other side. I laughed. “Hey, and did you hun? When was I going to find out about your significant other?” I said back and he laughed too. “Can you get me sometime tomorrow? I want to take you some place. I will need to drive as you are blindfolded. My Dad is trying to get you to let him come tomorrow, but it’s a personal spot OK?” He said and I laughed again, plainly imagining his father doing that. “Sure babe, what time?” I asked and after a chuckle from Brad, he said “About One in the afternoon. Have a nice night.” “You too” I said, and I tapped End Call.
<Brad>
I hung up the phone, smiling to myself. My Mom came over to me, hugging me. “That was the most romantic thing that I have ever seen anyone do. Even in the movies!” She said, and I laughed. All three of us headed up to bed.
Chapter 13: My Special Trip.
<Ben>
I awoke at eight-o’clock as usual. I made breakfast and played a little bit of Little Big Planet on my Playstation 4. Before I looked at the clock again, it was eleven-o’clock and I jumped up, stressed instantly. I couldn’t stand Brad up. I flew upstairs to my bedroom and got dressed in my best clothes. I phoned through to Marc that he should swap the Prius for the Lamborghini in my allocated parking spot for now, as I would be using the latter quite a bit. He obliged and I continued to get myself ready for the day. I left the apartment at eleven-fifteen.
I was on the highway by eleven-thirty, and I was flooring it in order to make my one-o’clock deadline. I played some music by Tiësto to calm me down, and I arrived at the cloverleaf exit in plenty of time. It was the twenty mile long road that really began to stress me out. I arrived at the infuriatingly tiny town centre at three minutes to one-o’clock. I slowed down, and made my way towards Brad’s parents house at the crippling suburban speed limits.
<Brad>
I sat there at the kitchen table in my best attire awaiting Ben’s arrival. My Mom was flying around making the house look nice, even though I would be getting in Ben’s car and driving him to my destination without him even entering the house. She didn’t touch the kitchen. We had bought breakfast this morning. I had made lunch in the kitchen and perfectly cleaned up after myself in order to fool my mother who didn’t want it touched. Apparently she wanted to remember the kitchen this way. I was watching the clock intently. It was twenty minutes past one before Ben pulled up in the driveway. I yelled out in happiness and ran out to greet him. He hugged me tightly, telling me that his night and morning was very slow. I nodded, telling him exactly the same thing before I slid the blindfold on his head, tightened it and frog marched him to the passengers side door. He clicked the keys he was holding, and the doors lifted up. I sat him in, and he put the seatbelt on. I moved around to the driver’s side and he passed me the key wordlessly. I put them in the ignition and turned them. The car roared to life, the doors closed and I began to reverse out.
<Ben>
If I could have watched, I would have. But all I could see was Black. The blindfold was good, he had a good one. It wasn’t cotton...so I sat there for the majority of the trip trying to detect which material the thing was constructed of. The ringing of Police Sirens made me jump. Brad pulled over. I lay there in the seat while the police came to Brad’s window. “Sir, is this your car?” The officer asked him. “It’s mine Officer” I said from beneath the blindfold. “And you consented to this?” He asked me. “Of course, Brad here is my boyfriend, and he is taking me to a secret destination. Hence the blindfold.” I replied, and the Officer laughed. “Well Brad, he didn’t peek after all. You’ve bagged a good one!” The Officer said, and my mouth fell open. Brad laughed and pushed the button to close the window and he began to drive again. “What was that about? How to all of them seem to know you?” I asked him, and he laughed. “It was my little test to see if you would peek. And the other one is a LONG story. But we have a LONG drive, so here we go then.” He said, and I tilted my head towards him to listen.
“Back when I was ‘with’ Matt. The police were called nearly every week at least once. By the end it escalated to three times a week. I never called them. It was the neighbors. They cared for me. When Matt left for work, they would come over to comfort me, cook for me and clean me up. On the nights where Matt would all but rape me, they would call the police and they would come to keep me in the slam overnight. I didn’t mind this, as they reassured me that it was to keep me safe. One night, the policeman on duty thought I was making it up. And he happened to be on duty one of the night’s that Matt raped me. They turned up silently. I had left the doors unlocked so they could come in, I was desperate for him to be punished. They came up the stairs where they could hear me crying and yelling out in pain, and burst into the room catching him in the act. They got him out of me, off me and arrested him. They took him to Jail and he was awaiting trial. That was when I packed my things and moved back to my parent’s place. They were ecstatic that he was finally behind bars, and happy for me to be safe again. When I was done, I told my parents that I was going away, and I didn’t know when I was going to come back. I knew they thought I was going to kill myself. But I drove miles and miles and miles and miles to that camping spot....and I found you.” He finished his story with a bemused expression on his face.
By the time the was done, we were slowing down. His hand reached over to my head and he removed the blindfold. We were in an entirely unfamiliar suburb, and he seemed glad that I didn’t shout out and name the place where we were. We drove to the beach, turned right up the hill which led to the tops of the cliffs and we parked a little further back and we sat on the top of the cliff on a blanket. He had organized a picnic. And boy was the food good, his mother had taught him well. We sat there enjoying the picnic for a good five hours before we got back into the car, this time me the driver and he asked whether he could stay at my apartment that night. I agreed, then offered for both his parents to stay also and we proceeded to drive back to their house.
<Brad>
I got out of the car when Ben pulled up and ran inside the house before he even had his seatbelt off. I got inside the door and informed my parents that all three of us were going to stay at the apartment tonight. My Dad groaned, “The game is on tonight....” He said, and I looked at Ben who had entered the room just seconds before. “You can watch it on my TV, we might miss the start though, but don’t complain or we’ll all sit down and watch a Rom-Com, your wife’s pick.” Ben said, and we all laughed. “GO SLOW!” My Mom said and we all laughed harder. My parents grabbed a change of clothes each, and when they couldn’t find a bag to use, Ben offered the one he had brought as backup to them. They gratefully stored their clothes in the bag, and took it to the car, which I had unlocked with Ben’s keys. I dawdled a bit in my room, then came charging down the stairs and flew to Ben, arms outstretched. The hug that followed was one of the tightest hugs that I had ever given anyone. Ben, laughing, said “Come on baby, let’s go.” After locking up securely I walked arm in arm with Ben to his car.
<Ben>
I started the car, with an admiring sound coming from the direction of Brad’s father on the rear passenger seat. I reversed, pulled around, then drove off toward the highway.
<Brad>
I closed my eyes again, he was driving at the speed limit of course, but the car was so powerful and took off with the same thrust as an airplane. So naturally, it frightened the hell out of me.
<Brad’s Mom>
I shut my eyes too, Brad had gotten his fear of speeds and heights from me. I wasn’t exactly scared, just nervous. When the speed evened out, I opened my eyes and I saw Brad do the same. We both had that relieved expression one had when they recovered from a scare.
<Brad’s Dad>
I loved every moment of the drive. I especially enjoyed my wife and son closing their eyes. Fair enough that Brad did, he was in the front seat. All I would have done in the wife’s position was pick a spot on the back of the seat and focus on IT. The drive to the city was long, and when we finally got there both Brad and myself had our mouths open.
<Brad>
I clicked my mouth shut, angry with myself for being so amazed....again. Ben did the tour of the city for my parents, who marveled at each and every site before both my parents said a word that sounded very odd to my ears coming out of their mouth at seeing Ben’s apartment building. We pulled into the underground car parking spot and all four of us headed up the short flight of stairs into the lobby. We entered the lift two at a time, myself and Ben first. He gave my mother instructions on how to get up and passed her one of the keycard things that he used to activate the elevator controls. My Mom walked toward another elevator and entered with my father. Ben moved his arm from the elevator door, swiped the keycard, pushed the button marked 42, and the other button to make the doors closed and we began to shoot upward. We arrived on the forty-second floor, and waited in the corridor for my parents. They didn’t come. I gave Ben my Mom’s mobile number, he dialed it. She answered. “Hey it’s Ben, you don’t know how to get up?” he asked, and upon a reply he expounded with step by step instructions. “Swipe the keycard towards you, magnet stripe down. Push 42, then the button to close the doors.” He said, “Oh! And BRACE yourself if you don’t want a shock!” he added, and I heard my Mom say thanks, and hang up. A ding sounded from the elevator next to the one that we had so recently vacated. My parents exited looking a little bewildered. My father downright petrified. They composed themselves, and walked with us into the apartment. I put my bag on the sofa, and proceeded to take my shoes off by the door. My parents didn’t mimic me, I looked to see why and burst out laughing. They were both standing there open-mouthed looking like they had just witnessed something shocking. Ben looked to see why I was laughing and he joined in too. That seemed to jolt them back to their senses. Ben walked over to the door, making sure they were looking and pulled the handle down. My father fawned over the elaborate locking scheme before almost running to the TV so he could catch the game. “You don’t mind? I need to see the start!” He said, bouncing up and down.
<Ben>
I asked Brad’s father what channel the game was on, 47, so I clapped my hands and said “47” aloud. The TV turned on and the station tuned to 47. Brad’s father was too immersed in the game to marvel, and he had only been watching for a split second. Brad’s mom wanted to see where her little boy would be sleeping when he moved in, so I took her upstairs to show her his room. “He won’t be sleeping with you?” She asked me, and I gave her my best ‘oh no you didn’t’ faces. “Not until we get married, or if we ever do. I hope we do though.” I said back, and she hugged me. “You TRULY are decent” and she exited the room. “You know how to get back down?” I called and she blew her nose in reply. I followed, locking the door behind me. Somehow, the room didn’t seem as empty anymore.
The game finished at eleven-o’clock, and to amuse ourselves, I took the other two into the study room -- or in Brad’s words, Study Cathedral. It’s HUGGE! -- to watch TV. We ended up watching a movie, the door was open to where we were, and Brad’s father edged in just as the movie was ending. “Oh! You have a TV here too? I was thinking I was hogging the one in the lounging space on you...Oh well.” he said and both Brad and I looked at each other before bursting into fits of laughter. Soon after, his parents said goodnight as they were accustom to going to bed PROMPTLY at eleven, and eleven-thirty was a bit of a stretch. I showed them where the guest room was and I left them to get settled. I never hover.
<Brad>
Matt had never had my parents over. They had wanted to, and he knew that but he always made excuses. With Ben, they had mentioned it once, and he had organized it for as soon as possible. Bless him. The two of us stayed up till after three watching a romantic movie about unlikely love, then we turned the TV off and fell asleep right there in each others arms.
<Ben>
“I must remember to disarm the bedroom doors when I get up...” I thought to myself before falling asleep.
Chapter 14: Approval.
I awoke in the morning when I hit the leather of the sofa with my face. It was warm. I opened my eyes and raised my head, Brad was in the kitchen. “Sorry, I just got up, I thought I left you stable!” he said before poking his tongue out. We looked at the clock. It was twelve-o’clock. I looked at Brad, remembering his parents, he looked worried now too. It was then we heard a knock coming from upstairs. “FUCK!” I yelled, then I ran to the wall next to the front door where I placed my palm on a discreet touch pad and I heard a click as the doors upstairs disarmed and released. I heard the door open and running footsteps. I darted upstairs to see Brad’s father vanishing into the toilet. I then saw his mother waiting, with an austere look on her face just waiting for her husband. I quietly told her to use the one downstairs, apologizing for forgetting to disarm the doors. “At least we were secure! Does it happen often?” She asked, and I nodded which made her frown in confusion. “Oh, it’s not inconvenient, I forgot the guest rooms. There is a touch pad on the wall in every room, you place your hand or finger on it and it will release the doors. But you need to have your biometrics in the system.” She nodded, “So will Brad’s biometrics be added?” asked Brad’s Mom, which made me smile. She rolled her eyes before darting into the toilet. “Oh Brad, I will need a blood sample from you to add to the security system. Just a prick of the finger.” I said when he looked utterly terrified at the thought of a needle. “DAMN!” he said, then he walked toward me, holding up his finger. “Here you go! Where? It was a convenient accident.” I directed him to the security room and I dropped the blood into the tube. I left Brad to fill out his information on the computer screen. It would get a photo too, that surprised me the first time, so I hard-coded a retake option into it so I could be prepared. “GAH!” I heard Brad yell, I shouted “PUSH RETAKE!” and he laughed. He exited the room, and asked me whether it was right. I walked back in to review the changes and clicked Add Person. A green tick appeared, he saw this then ran to the touch pad by the door and pressed his palm to it. It glowed green, then I heard every single door click shut and arm. He pressed again and they unlocked. “Let your parents out of the toilets first!” I said and he laughed, remembering them. I stitched up his finger, then proceeded to make breakfast with him for all of us.
<Brad>
My Mom returned from the bathroom, and waited for my father to make his way downstairs. My mom headed back upstairs and vanished into the guest room. My father darted to the sofa and turned the TV on with the remote. “Why don’t you just use the remote?” I asked Ben and he laughed. “I can never find it, so I installed the clapper” He said and I clutched my sides with the force of my laughter. I could relate so completely it was insanity. “Do that for my parents, won’t you? They get into fights over who moved the remote, my Mom moves it to piss him off.” He nodded and I thanked him. Little did I know that he would get them a 42” LED TV with one of his own hand-made clapping devices installed. My mom came downstairs with her day clothes on and her bag. She sat down on the sofa with my father and proceeded to watch the news. I could tell that my mom had made the bed and returned the room to exactly how it was before they’d been in there. It was just something she did.
After breakfast -- which was Eggs Benedict with fried mushrooms -- Ben and I headed down to the Electronic’s Store in the Mall located at the base of the building. While I marveled at the fancy computers, the random gadgets and enormous game section, Ben whispered to me that he’d be back in a moment.
<Ben>
I walked the short distance to the TV Department, and chose a high-end Panasonic LED 42” TV for Brad’s parents. I felt sorry for them, they still had a CRT Television with every Set Top Box you could imagine attached to it so they could get a signal. I paid in cash, as usual, and my salesperson who had become accustom to me gave me 10% off. I always bought here. I wheeled the box to my car without Brad noticing and, with the help of the salesperson, loaded it into the trunk of my car. I rode the service lift back up to where Brad was, and joined him. “Back” I whispered and I kissed him. “Missed you” He said, also whispering and we laughed. I disappeared to the iPod section when I saw Brad ogling the iPod’s in the cabinet looking crestfallen when he saw the prices. Re-appearing beside him in less than ten-minutes with a 64GB iPhone contained in a sleek Apple Logo-toting bag hanging from my wrist, we proceeded back upstairs to my apartment to take his parents home.
I opened the door to my apartment and Brad’s mom looked toward us before jumping up and hugging her son. “Ben, is it alright you take us home now? Can we shop another time?” She asked, and I nodded. “You make the date, and I will be there” I said back and she smiled. “Come on then, and all three of them grabbed their things and walked back towards the door.
<Brad>
I wondered what he had contained in that bag. I was jealous, as I ever was when I saw anyone toting one of those bags. But I tried to not let it get to me. We got in Ben’s car and he drove us toward my parents house. We were there in the usual two and a half hours, instead of three, and the time was filled with chatter and laughing. If I could give the trip a label, it would have been “The Best Car Trip EVER!”.
We pulled in to my parents driveway, and he turned to them. “When you get in, go straight upstairs and close the door. I have a surprise for you. Brad, you too!” I was a little bewildered, but we did as he was told, vanishing upstairs after closing the separating door, awaiting his special surprise.
<Ben>
I lifted the LED TV box easily onto the wheel carrier. I moved quickly inside the house and proceeded to unplug everything in the TV stand. I moved it all onto the floor and installed the LED TV back into the stand, one thing, replacing seven others, except the BD Player. I grasped the Apple Bag in my hand, then called for Brad and his parents. I turned the TV on, flicked to a channel and sat down in the armchair before they opened the door. “AYEIEHIEHEI!” Brad’s father bellowed before jogging toward me and bestowing a fatherly hug onto me. “It was nothing, nothing.” I said, when he opened his wallet. “NO! It was a gift.” I said when he didn’t listen. “Oh, Brad, come here.” I said, and he walked toward me. He startled me by hugging me tightly then kissing me passionately on the lips. I laughed, then handed him the Apple bag, saying “Enjoy, won’t you?” before turning my attention back to the new TV which his father had his eyes glued to, literally.
<Brad>
With shaking hands, I opened the Apple bag in my hand with my eyes closed. I fumbled inside it before withdrawing a thin box. My hands still shaking, I opened my eyes. On the part of the box that I could see, a silver Apple logo was stamped onto it. I turned the box over to expose the front thinking he had bought me an iPod Classic. Written at the top of the box front was the single word “iPhone”. I looked at Ben who was now smiling. I knew he was smiling for me, not at the movie on TV. I looked down the front of the box, there wasn’t anything else there. I tore off the shrink wrap and proceeded to my parent’s dining room table to open it further. By the time I was done, I was holding a brand new, 64GB iPhone 4. I was mad with happiness. I left the phone on the table and dashed to my room. Retrieving my SIM card from my ancient Nokia, I flew back downstairs and, following the instructions, inserted it into my new iPhone. I turned it on. Tapped the Phone icon and dialed Ben’s number. He picked up on the first ring, expecting this. “Hello baby, I’m calling from my new phone, my beautiful boyfriend gave it to me. I love him so much.” I said, and Ben laughed before saying “Oh what make is it? That boyfriend of yours is so generous isn’t he?” I laughed too, then I tapped End Call. I dashed back through the house and found Ben, who was standing up waiting for me in the lounge room. I hugged him so tightly it hurt my own arms. I kissed him passionately, thanking him the best way I could in front of my parents. I tapped the button to turn it on again, but a screen was saying “Connect to iTunes”. I was crestfallen. No computer. Ben seemed to guess this when he saw why my face had fallen. He said to me, “Stay over tonight again. Please.” which made me smile and then realize that he knew about the screen, and I was to use his computer. It wouldn’t matter for him to get my parents one, it took them a year to work out the Set Top Boxes and TV remote. It would take them a decade to work out a computer. I told him this in whispers in the kitchen, he giggled and then we decided to leave my parents to enjoy their gift. He left the calling card of a computer part recycling guy who he would pay to collect the old TV and Set Top Boxes with my mother. He said to mention his name, and the man would charge the fee to his account for them. My mother and father vehemently rejected this and when Ben asked them if they were sure, nodded curtly.
<Ben>
“I hope they have $250 lying around.” I said to Brad on the way to the car, and he shook his head. “They don’t, they’ve booked their around-the-world holiday and all they have left is the retirement money. Which was roughly 5,000 each. The trip was 7,000. They pooled the rest, and they have been living off that and their pensions.” He said, and I whipped out my phone, dialing the number. “Hey Mitchy, It’s Benno” I began, and after Mitchy’s greeting, I booked the appointment, gave the family name and address. I also told him to charge it to my account. It was going to be $300 for the distance driven. After the short conversation, I drove us back to the apartment. Our apartment.
Chapter 15: Moving In, Part 2.
I awoke alone in my bed, at seventeen-minutes past six. I was so excited for the day’s events. Brad was over at his parents’ house packing his things, as he was going to be moving in to the apartment today. It had now been five months and ten days since we found each other. And what made us both happy was, we hadn’t done “it” yet, although we had done one particular variant. I bounded out of bed, and proceeded to my kitchen. Making breakfast was always boring, unless Brad was here. Then the two of us would really make something special and enjoy it hugely. I spent the time waiting for the eleven-o’clock pickup time, doing an extra-thorough scrub down of every visible surface in the apartment. I didn’t touch his bedroom though, that door remained firmly locked. Once everything was sparkling, I looked at the clock for the first time. It was ten-fifty-eight. “SHIT!” I yelled, then I flew around getting ready and I was out the door and locked up by the clock had ticked to eleven-oh’-one.
<Brad>
I sat there looking at the clock. My Mom had bestowed several hugs and kisses onto me that morning, and now that I was actually moving out, she didn’t seem all that glad to see the back of me. My father, however, remained indifferent as always. He would be different when I was actually about to take the final step out the door. I sat there until eleven-forty-five before I returned to the lounge room and watched TV with my parents. He did say that he would probably be late, as he had so much to do, cleaning and shopping wise. So I didn’t let the time bother me. He would get here when he got here.
I jerked awake when my Mom came over and hugged me again. I didn’t realize that I had fallen asleep. I looked at the clock, it was one-fifty-two. I gazed towards the drive-way where I could clearly see a svelte car parked. I bounded up to the front door, and waited for him to make his way to me. He moved only half the distance before I sprinted into his arms to hug him. We kissed passionately, a little more than we would usually near my parents, but as they couldn’t see, we went at it with gusto. Breaking apart, I ran back inside and began collecting my things. My parent’s would courier over anything else that I needed or realized I wanted before they went on their trip. I took everything to the car in three trips, Ben helped me. We were loaded up, and I was raring to get in the car and leave, but Ben convinced me to say a final “See Ya!” to my parents. I laughed, and ran back inside where I found my Mother crying and my father comforting her. I hugged my mother and shook my father’s hand before saying the words that Ben had so aptly chosen “See Ya!”. My mother laughed and then saw me out to the car. I got inside it, and closed my door. Ben started the car, and I watched as my mother and father waved goodbye from the porch.
<Ben>
“So....What do you want to do when we get home?” I asked Brad, and he smiled broadly at the words. “Unpack I suppose, whatever.” He said back, and I knew he was hiding some smoldering emotion from me. “Which room do you want?” I asked, and he looked at me, shock on his face. “I can choose?” He asked, and I gave him an “Oh’ no you didn’t” look. He blushed. “Sorry, but seriously?” He asked again. “Sure Babe!” I said, and he giggled. “Well, I was thinking....we COULD share your room -- if you want, we have been dating for months now...” He said, and this time it was me who was shocked. “Sorry, but seriously?” I asked, and he put his hand on my leg. “Ohh....I........Hell yes!” I exclaimed when he did that, so he laughed in jubilation. We arrived back at the apartment in good time, one trip up the wide elevator (used specifically for new tenants) and we had everything in the apartment. Brad took the most basic things and went to put them in my closet. I stopped him. “A touch of you would go nicely in here. Choose where you want some of your stuff baby. We share this place now, start taking up some room!” I said, and he put the box he was carrying on the floor before moving in to give me the most passionate of kisses he had yet given me. “Thank-you!” was all he said, before he unpacked several extremely funky things which he showed me. He didn’t want them in the lounge space, so he moved them to his bedroom which I had unlocked. Brad and I would share a bed together, but he would still have his own room, which was good enough for both of us. When we were done, we headed back to the lounging space. He sat me down on the sofa and moved over to the BD Player. He put an unlabeled disc inside the device before turning to me and taking his shirt off.
<Brad>
Today, at three in the morning, I had awaken and filmed a sexy video for my partner. I burned the video footage onto a BD-R before I packed up my computer, and now I was showing him. Seeing me shirtless again I could see, drove him wild. I had been doing my best to improve my body, even though he re-assured me that he didn’t want this. He liked me the way I was, and he said, I quote “I will love you no matter what you look like. Anorexic, Thin, Chubby, Fat, Morbidly Obese....whatever, I will ALWAYS love you. I love you for you.” That had been the first night since the camping trip where we had engaged in Oral sex. I wanted tonight for us to go all the way. I think he was on the way to guessing my motives, but I didn’t care. I sat next to him, the both of us without a shirt, stroking his exposed thigh. He was doing the same to my crouch, something I enjoyed. The video finished. “Tonight.....I want you.........Inside me.” I said, and he nodded before picking me up and carrying me up to our bedroom.
We were naked in an instant. I pushed him down on the mattress of our bed and proceeded with kissing and gently licking any part of his torso that I liked. And that was nearly everything. I gently licked his stacked pectorals before moving down his body to his abdominals. Everything about my lover was built. I loved this man and he loved me. Soon, I was down to his penis, and I was close to sucking on it with gusto, but I knew what we both wanted. I moved my ass over the tip of his condom-sheathed penis. I slowly sat down. Again, as he had so many other times, he was letting me lead. I took all of his thick, long shaft inside me my first try. I slowly moved up and down on him, watching every flicker of emotion that displayed on his beautiful face. The cardinal rule was -- as I had been told by several of my gay-friends before I had dropped them for Matt -- to make the person you were fucking, climax first. I continued slowly up and down, watching Ben’s eyes. He was looking at me like he loved me. He always did, but this time it was different. He stoked my body each time I shuddered with pleasure. It wasn’t long before I said the words which made me unconsciously, go faster. I moved up and down, getting quicker before I slowed and I exploded. I counted nine spurts of my cum before before I moved down to kiss him. I lifted off and we swapped positions. He lay on his stomach. I moved over him and inserted my now condom-sheathed love tool into him, extremely slowly. This was his first time. I entered him, pausing every time a flicker of pain showed on his face. By the time I was fully in, there was a look a ecstasy on his face. And I began to go quicker.
TTYL, xx
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