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Jaime and Garrett
- Thread starter jahasrad
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Part 6:
Jaime stood frozen in disbelief with the bath towel close against his head. Garrett was standing next to Samantha at the end of the couch. He was wearing a black shirt with no sleeves. The shirt showed off his well defined shoulders and hugged his midsection. He also wore a familiar pair of jean shorts, his legs well defined and covered in fine hairs. Jaime took in every inch of visible skin from his neck to his ankles and used his imagination to fill in the rest. Suddenly he caught himself and swallowed.
“What are you doing here?” was all that he could say as he pulled the towel away from his head, his hair wet and lying flat.
“You weren't answering my calls. Or my texts,” Garrett replied. “I called Sam and she told me that you were here.”
Jaime looked at Sam incredulously.
“Well, I wasn't going to lie,” she said defensively, breaking eye contact and sitting back into the couch.
“Dude, don't be mad at her,” Garrett said. “Be mad at me. I'm really, really sorry about what happened earlier. I've never seen you like that before.”
“I'm not mad at you,” Jaime said. “Or Sam. I'm fucking mad at life.”
“Tell me about it,” Garrett said. He let out a breath as he fell back into the other end of the couch, and locked his hands behind his head. Jaime felt a twinge at seeing the hair under his arms again.
He was still aware that he had his boxers in his hand and Garrett was sitting with his legs over his backpack.
“I need my pack,” he said as he reached for it.
Garrett got a light in his eye and closed his legs over the backpack keeping Jaime from picking it up. Jaime pulled and tugged trying to wrest it away, his arms rubbing up against Garrett's bare legs. He was sure that he's tagged Garrett's leg with the soaked boxers, but if he noticed Garrett said nothing about it. He finally got the bag free and placed his boxer inside.
“Fucker,” Jaime said, out of breath. He sat down between his two friends.
“You keep getting worked up like that, you're going to need another shower,” Samantha joked.
Jaime gave Sam another harsh look, but soon Garrett was laughing and he was forced to crack a smile.
“You don't have to be worried,” Garrett said after the smile had left his face.
“About what?” Jaime asked, turning his head to look at Garrett's profile.
“About you and me,” Garrett said. “We'll always be friends.”
“It won't be the same,” Jaime said dismissively. “You'll be gone for who knows how long. I won't be able to just go over to your house because you won't be there. We won't talk as much and eventually we won't talk at all.”
“Fuck you,” Garrett said. “That shit won't happen.”
“What do you think will happen, Garrett? You're going away...”
“I said that shit won't happen,” he said with frustration.
“And you'll find some girl and you'll forget about all of us at home, and I'll be here alone.”
“Stop fucking feeling sorry for yourself, Jaime!”
“What did you say?”
“I said, stop feeling fucking sorry for yourself. I mean, this whole situation is shitty. I got into a good school and I've got to go. I'm going to miss everyone. Family and friends. And I can't take care of you forever.”
At that moment Jaime felt like the smallest person in the world. He kept his eyes on the carpet not daring to move a muscle. His body started to tremble. He thought that he would be able to contain his emotion until Sam's hand landed softly on his knee. He watched her hand move in slow motion out of the corner of his eye. He looked at her and she smiled and gave a nod of encouragement. Her compassion broke his resolve and his eyes began to well up.
“I feel like a fucking asshole!” Garrett said as he stood up and paced back and forth. He stopped and looked at Jaime. He knelt down in front of him and pulled their heads together. “I will never forget how you were always there for me. And I will be there for you too. When you need to talk to me we'll talk and we'll help each other through this”
Jaime nodded his head and was silent.
“He's right Jaime,” Samantha said. “And not just about being an asshole. It's going to be okay.”
“I've got to get back,” Garrett said as he let Jaime's head go. “I let everyone know that I'm leaving and Yvette is throwing a kick back tonight at her place. I want you two to be there.”
Jaime watched Garrett as he went out the door.
He felt like crawling under a rock.
“You've got to tell him how you feel before he leaves,” Samantha said.
“How can you say that after what he just said? He can't take care of me? Like I'm some kind of pet? Like I've been a fucking burden my whole life?”
“You know that he didn't mean it like that. He cares a lot about you Jaime. Maybe there is some hope.”
“I don't know. What if he freaks out? I'll never see him again.”
“I don't know what will happen either. But if you say nothing you are going to regret it. And it'll follow you for the rest of your life,” as she said this a tear fell from her eye. She got up without saying another word and went into the back of the house leaving Jaime sitting alone.
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Back again with another update! Hope you enjoy. There will be more on the way.
Jaime stood frozen in disbelief with the bath towel close against his head. Garrett was standing next to Samantha at the end of the couch. He was wearing a black shirt with no sleeves. The shirt showed off his well defined shoulders and hugged his midsection. He also wore a familiar pair of jean shorts, his legs well defined and covered in fine hairs. Jaime took in every inch of visible skin from his neck to his ankles and used his imagination to fill in the rest. Suddenly he caught himself and swallowed.
“What are you doing here?” was all that he could say as he pulled the towel away from his head, his hair wet and lying flat.
“You weren't answering my calls. Or my texts,” Garrett replied. “I called Sam and she told me that you were here.”
Jaime looked at Sam incredulously.
“Well, I wasn't going to lie,” she said defensively, breaking eye contact and sitting back into the couch.
“Dude, don't be mad at her,” Garrett said. “Be mad at me. I'm really, really sorry about what happened earlier. I've never seen you like that before.”
“I'm not mad at you,” Jaime said. “Or Sam. I'm fucking mad at life.”
“Tell me about it,” Garrett said. He let out a breath as he fell back into the other end of the couch, and locked his hands behind his head. Jaime felt a twinge at seeing the hair under his arms again.
He was still aware that he had his boxers in his hand and Garrett was sitting with his legs over his backpack.
“I need my pack,” he said as he reached for it.
Garrett got a light in his eye and closed his legs over the backpack keeping Jaime from picking it up. Jaime pulled and tugged trying to wrest it away, his arms rubbing up against Garrett's bare legs. He was sure that he's tagged Garrett's leg with the soaked boxers, but if he noticed Garrett said nothing about it. He finally got the bag free and placed his boxer inside.
“Fucker,” Jaime said, out of breath. He sat down between his two friends.
“You keep getting worked up like that, you're going to need another shower,” Samantha joked.
Jaime gave Sam another harsh look, but soon Garrett was laughing and he was forced to crack a smile.
“You don't have to be worried,” Garrett said after the smile had left his face.
“About what?” Jaime asked, turning his head to look at Garrett's profile.
“About you and me,” Garrett said. “We'll always be friends.”
“It won't be the same,” Jaime said dismissively. “You'll be gone for who knows how long. I won't be able to just go over to your house because you won't be there. We won't talk as much and eventually we won't talk at all.”
“Fuck you,” Garrett said. “That shit won't happen.”
“What do you think will happen, Garrett? You're going away...”
“I said that shit won't happen,” he said with frustration.
“And you'll find some girl and you'll forget about all of us at home, and I'll be here alone.”
“Stop fucking feeling sorry for yourself, Jaime!”
“What did you say?”
“I said, stop feeling fucking sorry for yourself. I mean, this whole situation is shitty. I got into a good school and I've got to go. I'm going to miss everyone. Family and friends. And I can't take care of you forever.”
At that moment Jaime felt like the smallest person in the world. He kept his eyes on the carpet not daring to move a muscle. His body started to tremble. He thought that he would be able to contain his emotion until Sam's hand landed softly on his knee. He watched her hand move in slow motion out of the corner of his eye. He looked at her and she smiled and gave a nod of encouragement. Her compassion broke his resolve and his eyes began to well up.
“I feel like a fucking asshole!” Garrett said as he stood up and paced back and forth. He stopped and looked at Jaime. He knelt down in front of him and pulled their heads together. “I will never forget how you were always there for me. And I will be there for you too. When you need to talk to me we'll talk and we'll help each other through this”
Jaime nodded his head and was silent.
“He's right Jaime,” Samantha said. “And not just about being an asshole. It's going to be okay.”
“I've got to get back,” Garrett said as he let Jaime's head go. “I let everyone know that I'm leaving and Yvette is throwing a kick back tonight at her place. I want you two to be there.”
Jaime watched Garrett as he went out the door.
He felt like crawling under a rock.
“You've got to tell him how you feel before he leaves,” Samantha said.
“How can you say that after what he just said? He can't take care of me? Like I'm some kind of pet? Like I've been a fucking burden my whole life?”
“You know that he didn't mean it like that. He cares a lot about you Jaime. Maybe there is some hope.”
“I don't know. What if he freaks out? I'll never see him again.”
“I don't know what will happen either. But if you say nothing you are going to regret it. And it'll follow you for the rest of your life,” as she said this a tear fell from her eye. She got up without saying another word and went into the back of the house leaving Jaime sitting alone.
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Back again with another update! Hope you enjoy. There will be more on the way.
Craiger
JUB Addict
Enjoy??? This was extremely intense. An awesome chapter. I really feel for Jaime at this point. Sometimes it's harder telling your best friend how you feel than telling a parent. Even though it is hard and frightening, fearing that the person you have known and loved for so long could be repulsed by your declaration, Sam it right, not being truthful he would regret it the rest of his life. Time has a way of healing ills not only physically, but mentally and emotionally as well. My thoughts are that Garrett's response will be positive and if so, a weight will have been lifted off Jaime's shoulders. I can hardly wait for the next chapter. Thanks, jahasrad.
Craiger
Craiger
Part 7:
The walk home was just a little bit on the embarrassing side for Jaime given that he was going commando in his basketball shorts. He swore he got a few looks from the girls he passed on the street and a few of the guys. He had to admit that the guys didn't bother him quite as much. He'd smile to himself and look surreptitiously over his shoulder to see if his suspicions were right.
He would have preferred to get a ride from Sam's mom, but she would not have gotten home in enough time for him to get to work.
After some deliberation, it didn't take much, he'd decided that he would go to Yvette's for Garrett's sake even though he really didn't want to do anything but go home and climb into bed and pull the covers over his head.
When he got to the apartment complex he took a moment to get the mail. He wasn't really expecting anything to come for him, he usually brought it in for his mother. His father was out of the picture and he had lived with his mother growing up whenever things were bad and they separated. He also had a brother and a sister, but they were almost ten years older than he was and had their own families.
Jaime took pride in being the man of the house.
He got to the door and took a deep breath before opening it. He ran his fingers through his hair in order to tidy it up and rubbed his eyes with his fingertips.
Jaime opened the door and was pleased to find that his mother was asleep on the couch with the TV on. She was watching some cooking show and had fallen asleep. He went over to her sleeping figure and kissed her on the forehead.
“I'm home, Mom,” he said.
She stirred and opened her eyes and smiled. “What time is it?” she asked while she stretched.
“It's almost time for me to go to work,” he said. He passed her the mail.
She took it and leafed through it and placed it on the end table.
“Have you eaten anything?” she asked.
“I'm not that hungry, Mom,” he said in reply.
“Well, I went to the store this morning so there's food. Is something wrong?”
“Yeah, Garrett's going to be going to school in a few weeks.”
“I'm sorry honey,” she said. “I know how much your friendship means to you.”
She didn't.
She smiled and touched the side of his face. “Well, I know you'll keep in touch. You can always go visit him. You can take the bus to see him.”
Jaime didn't want to argue about it anymore. “Thanks, Mom,” he said as he stood up and went to the kitchen.
He opened the refrigerator door, but his stomach felt like it was filled with ash.
“Sorry I didn't get home earlier,” he said. “I'll wash the dishes when I get back.”
There was no reply. He must have been zoning out in the kitchen for a time because his mother had fallen back asleep.
He went to his room and shut the door behind him.
He took off his shirt and he took off his shorts and he stood naked in front of the mirror, staring at his reflection. He wondered what had changed inside of him. He wondered just who it was that was looking back at him. He admitted to himself that he'd always felt strongly about Garrett, but he couldn't pinpoint that moment when it had change to something else. To something more.
Jaime just didn't know how to deal with it all. He looked at the dark rims under his eyes and the blank stare. Then he would smile at the thought of Garrett's hands and the closeness and the feel of his breath against his face. And he hugged himself as a wave of guilt and shame swept over him and he couldn't look at himself any longer.
How could he tell his mother? She would blow a gasket. To say that she never had a positive word to say about men who slept with other men was an understatement. He didn't know if she overcompensated because of his father's absence, but she was fixated on making sure the preached to him about the sin of homosexuality. Jaime was divided inside between the feelings that warmed him and threatened to change the way that his family saw him.
Alone, with just he and his thoughts and feelings, he felt there was a storm raging deep inside that threatened to tear him apart. Finally, he looked back at his reflection. He was what he was. He thought that it would be as simple as that. It would all work itself out.
He tore himself away from the mirror and put on his work clothes, suppressing the feeling in his gut. The restaurant was within walking distance so he would make it on time if he ran.
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The train keeps on rolling. Shorter portion today, my effort at some characterization.
The walk home was just a little bit on the embarrassing side for Jaime given that he was going commando in his basketball shorts. He swore he got a few looks from the girls he passed on the street and a few of the guys. He had to admit that the guys didn't bother him quite as much. He'd smile to himself and look surreptitiously over his shoulder to see if his suspicions were right.
He would have preferred to get a ride from Sam's mom, but she would not have gotten home in enough time for him to get to work.
After some deliberation, it didn't take much, he'd decided that he would go to Yvette's for Garrett's sake even though he really didn't want to do anything but go home and climb into bed and pull the covers over his head.
When he got to the apartment complex he took a moment to get the mail. He wasn't really expecting anything to come for him, he usually brought it in for his mother. His father was out of the picture and he had lived with his mother growing up whenever things were bad and they separated. He also had a brother and a sister, but they were almost ten years older than he was and had their own families.
Jaime took pride in being the man of the house.
He got to the door and took a deep breath before opening it. He ran his fingers through his hair in order to tidy it up and rubbed his eyes with his fingertips.
Jaime opened the door and was pleased to find that his mother was asleep on the couch with the TV on. She was watching some cooking show and had fallen asleep. He went over to her sleeping figure and kissed her on the forehead.
“I'm home, Mom,” he said.
She stirred and opened her eyes and smiled. “What time is it?” she asked while she stretched.
“It's almost time for me to go to work,” he said. He passed her the mail.
She took it and leafed through it and placed it on the end table.
“Have you eaten anything?” she asked.
“I'm not that hungry, Mom,” he said in reply.
“Well, I went to the store this morning so there's food. Is something wrong?”
“Yeah, Garrett's going to be going to school in a few weeks.”
“I'm sorry honey,” she said. “I know how much your friendship means to you.”
She didn't.
She smiled and touched the side of his face. “Well, I know you'll keep in touch. You can always go visit him. You can take the bus to see him.”
Jaime didn't want to argue about it anymore. “Thanks, Mom,” he said as he stood up and went to the kitchen.
He opened the refrigerator door, but his stomach felt like it was filled with ash.
“Sorry I didn't get home earlier,” he said. “I'll wash the dishes when I get back.”
There was no reply. He must have been zoning out in the kitchen for a time because his mother had fallen back asleep.
He went to his room and shut the door behind him.
He took off his shirt and he took off his shorts and he stood naked in front of the mirror, staring at his reflection. He wondered what had changed inside of him. He wondered just who it was that was looking back at him. He admitted to himself that he'd always felt strongly about Garrett, but he couldn't pinpoint that moment when it had change to something else. To something more.
Jaime just didn't know how to deal with it all. He looked at the dark rims under his eyes and the blank stare. Then he would smile at the thought of Garrett's hands and the closeness and the feel of his breath against his face. And he hugged himself as a wave of guilt and shame swept over him and he couldn't look at himself any longer.
How could he tell his mother? She would blow a gasket. To say that she never had a positive word to say about men who slept with other men was an understatement. He didn't know if she overcompensated because of his father's absence, but she was fixated on making sure the preached to him about the sin of homosexuality. Jaime was divided inside between the feelings that warmed him and threatened to change the way that his family saw him.
Alone, with just he and his thoughts and feelings, he felt there was a storm raging deep inside that threatened to tear him apart. Finally, he looked back at his reflection. He was what he was. He thought that it would be as simple as that. It would all work itself out.
He tore himself away from the mirror and put on his work clothes, suppressing the feeling in his gut. The restaurant was within walking distance so he would make it on time if he ran.
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The train keeps on rolling. Shorter portion today, my effort at some characterization.
Craiger
JUB Addict
Poor Jaime. The realization that things in his life had changed so drastically have brought him to such a low level. He needs to busy himself and afford himself a little respite if only to prepare for Yvette's party. Just the fact of seeing and being with Garrett at the party hopefully will give him some solace. An interesting bit about his mother's take on homosexuality. Not too much different from quite a few parents who think they are protecting their children. However, all those feelings can fly out the window when it concerns one of your own. Hopefully that will be the case for Jaime. Looking forward to more, jahasrad.
Craiger
Craiger
The latest installment leaves me wanting for more story....
Excellent job!
Excellent job!
Part 8:
Jaime made it to the restaurant with little time to spare. He was fortunate that the weather was relatively mild that day as he only worked up the slightest sheen of sweat on his brow. He sniffed his armpits to make sure that they remained inoffensive and walked in the employee entrance.
The restaurant was a small family owned business. It was the kind of place you wondered how they kept the lights on. Part of the reason, Jaime assumed, was because there wasn't a large staff. The owner, Donald, was present most nights managing the small staff and speaking to the local regulars. Jaime was one of a handful of busboys who supported a few full time servers. Janet, the most senior server had been working there since Jaime started high school. He often wondered if she had any greater plans with her life than serving pizza and mozzarella sticks.
He said hello to her as when he got to the front of the kitchen and clocked in.
She put in an order for one of her tables and blew her blonde bangs up from the corner of her mouth. She saw Jaime and made her way over to him. “Hey, handsome,” she said. “Mike has to leave early so I'm going to need your help. We need to get the tables turned around as quick as possible.”
Jaime blushed a little. She was always throwing compliments his way. “Sure, just let me know what you need.”
Weekends were moderately busy, from what Jaime could gather. He'd only gotten his position a little before graduation and had been working mostly weeknights when the crowd was insubstantial. When he'd shown that he could be dependable he was given shifts during high volume days. It had its drawbacks. He would much rather be with Garrett and his friends at the party tonight than cleaning tables and refilling ketchup bottles. But, he also knew that he needed to work if he had any chance of getting a car and paying for college, so he took it very seriously.
The hustle could be draining. He looked out at the dining room and saw families talking, couples laughing, and he heard the chorus of voices and the sound of silverware scraping plates. Once he was in the thick of it he would get lost in it all and the time would fly by.
The faces of the diners would pass by in a blur. He would swoop in to clear the table of their dishes and silverware. He'd be attentive to the requests of a mother who had been waiting too long for her child's drink and was slightly irritated by the service. He'd ignore the comments from the women who said how cute he was when he passed by. Sometimes the faces were very familiar.
That night, at one of his tables, some guys he'd gone to school with were having food and drinks. One of those guys happened to be Lucas Santiago, who was one of the few out students who he'd often passed in the halls. He had olive skin, and boyish look. He was wearing a tight shirt that showed off his lean muscular frame. His black hair was long on top and cut close on the sides. Some of the longer hair had fallen out of place and Lucas deftly ran his fingers through it putting it back into place. They made eye contact and Jaime in embarrassment realized that he had been staring. He quickly finished wiping up the table and stumbled back into the kitchen with the dishes trying not to make a spectacle of himself.
He'd taken a moment to catch his breath when he heard Janet behind him say, not unkindly, “The tables aren't going to clean themselves.”
Jaime looked back and smiled at her, sucked it up and went back to work.
Try as he might to keep focused on his job, Jaime found it incredibly difficult to stop looking in Lucas's direction. He'd bring out some napkins and silverware and invariably he'd look up and Lucas would be looking back with an amused look on his face. Jaime wondered if somehow he knew what was going on inside his head.
Jaime was only responsible for working a half shift that night and between the revolving tables and his vainly avoiding making eye contact with Lucas, he barely noticed when everything was winding down. It was closing time and it was time to start the real clean up. He mopped the floor, restocked the tables and helped out in the kitchen to make sure everything was clean. Though he did it all without complaint, he was excited to get to Yvette's.
When he said goodnight to Donald and Janet, who was very appreciative of all of his help, he went outside with a tired smile on his face, but with the satisfaction of a good night's work and the anticipation of money in his pocket.
The parking lot was lit by florescent lights holding the darkness at bay just beyond their reach. He didn't make it out of a parking lot before he was approached by a shiny new import.
“Need a ride?” came a voice. He looked into the car and Lucas was smiling back at him.
“Hey, Lucas,” Jaime said with a smile. “I mean, it's okay. I don't live that far.”
“Then I don't mind driving you. Hop in,” Lucas said, not taking no for an answer.
Jaime got in the car a little self conscious about the state of his work clothes. “Turn left here and go straight.”
They pulled out of the parking lot and drove in an awkward silence.
“So, what happened to your friends?” Jaime asked.
“We're all supposed to go out tonight and they went on ahead while I waited for you.”
“Why would you wait for me?” Jaime asked.
“Because it looked like you needed a friend.”
“I don't know how you got that idea,” Jaime said feigning ignorance.
“You were staring at me all night,” Lucas replied.
“I wouldn't call it staring,” Jaime said.
“You couldn't take your eyes off me!” Lucas said playfully. “I can't say I blame you.”
Picking up on the game Jaime said, “I remember you looking in my direction too.”
“Guilty as charged,” Lucas said. “I mean, what's not to look at?”
Jaime didn't have a reply. “Turn left at this light,” was all he could say. “You going to Yvette's party tonight?”
“I'm going to pass. Yvette and I don't get along that well on account of her being a conniving bitch.”
“I can't say that I like her either,” Jaime said. “But, the party is for Garrett. He's going way to school.”
“I didn't know. Well, you should have a lot of fun.”
“This is my apartment complex right here,” Jaime said. “You want to come in?”
Lucas raised his eyebrow, pursed his lips and said “Sure, why not?”
They walked through the lit hallways silently until they got to his door and went inside. Jaime rushed through Lucas through the introduction with his mother and ushered Lucas into his room and closed the door behind them.
Jaime bit his lip and decided to take the plunge. “Okay, I was looking at you. It's just, when we were in school you looked so comfortable and you were open about, you know,” Jamie said without finishing his thought.
“You're going to have to spell it out for me, Jaime,” Lucas said.
“I just want to know what it's like, what it feels like to be gay is all,” Jaime said. He lowered his voice, paranoid that his mother had passed by his door at the moment he said the words.
“Is there something you're not telling me, Jaime?” Lucas said, sitting on Jaime's bed and leaning back, his shirt riding up a little and revealing his midriff.
Jaime felt that Lucas was toying with him and felt a little irritated. Then he looked at him from head to toe, tight shirt, tight jeans and sneakers. He swallowed. “I'm like you,” he said. “Like, I just found out today.”
“I see,” Lucas said, first stretching back, then sitting up again.
“I need to know how it feels.”
“Normal,” Lucas said. “Sorry, there's no grand revelation. It can hurt at first, but it's normal. And you deal with the hurt and you move on because that's the way that you were made.”
“What do you do when you have feelings for someone who you're sure doesn't feel the same way about you?”
“You talking about Garrett?” Lucas said and Jaime nodded his head. “Either you tell them how you feel or you let them go.”
“What if you can't let go?”
“Good question. But, sometimes it's better not to know the answer. It can get messy.”
“It's already messy,” Jaime said.
“Look, get ready and I'll take you to your party. Take my number. We'll go out to a local club tomorrow, do some dancing,” Lucas said as he raised his hands in the air and moved his hips. “Normal,” he said and took Jaime's hand in is. “Now, go get ready to go see your friend,” Lucas said as he laid back in Jaime's bed.
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Hey guys. I want to thank you all for the encouragement. It's been hard to find the time and the drive to write, but I was able to bang out another section. More to follow!
Jaime made it to the restaurant with little time to spare. He was fortunate that the weather was relatively mild that day as he only worked up the slightest sheen of sweat on his brow. He sniffed his armpits to make sure that they remained inoffensive and walked in the employee entrance.
The restaurant was a small family owned business. It was the kind of place you wondered how they kept the lights on. Part of the reason, Jaime assumed, was because there wasn't a large staff. The owner, Donald, was present most nights managing the small staff and speaking to the local regulars. Jaime was one of a handful of busboys who supported a few full time servers. Janet, the most senior server had been working there since Jaime started high school. He often wondered if she had any greater plans with her life than serving pizza and mozzarella sticks.
He said hello to her as when he got to the front of the kitchen and clocked in.
She put in an order for one of her tables and blew her blonde bangs up from the corner of her mouth. She saw Jaime and made her way over to him. “Hey, handsome,” she said. “Mike has to leave early so I'm going to need your help. We need to get the tables turned around as quick as possible.”
Jaime blushed a little. She was always throwing compliments his way. “Sure, just let me know what you need.”
Weekends were moderately busy, from what Jaime could gather. He'd only gotten his position a little before graduation and had been working mostly weeknights when the crowd was insubstantial. When he'd shown that he could be dependable he was given shifts during high volume days. It had its drawbacks. He would much rather be with Garrett and his friends at the party tonight than cleaning tables and refilling ketchup bottles. But, he also knew that he needed to work if he had any chance of getting a car and paying for college, so he took it very seriously.
The hustle could be draining. He looked out at the dining room and saw families talking, couples laughing, and he heard the chorus of voices and the sound of silverware scraping plates. Once he was in the thick of it he would get lost in it all and the time would fly by.
The faces of the diners would pass by in a blur. He would swoop in to clear the table of their dishes and silverware. He'd be attentive to the requests of a mother who had been waiting too long for her child's drink and was slightly irritated by the service. He'd ignore the comments from the women who said how cute he was when he passed by. Sometimes the faces were very familiar.
That night, at one of his tables, some guys he'd gone to school with were having food and drinks. One of those guys happened to be Lucas Santiago, who was one of the few out students who he'd often passed in the halls. He had olive skin, and boyish look. He was wearing a tight shirt that showed off his lean muscular frame. His black hair was long on top and cut close on the sides. Some of the longer hair had fallen out of place and Lucas deftly ran his fingers through it putting it back into place. They made eye contact and Jaime in embarrassment realized that he had been staring. He quickly finished wiping up the table and stumbled back into the kitchen with the dishes trying not to make a spectacle of himself.
He'd taken a moment to catch his breath when he heard Janet behind him say, not unkindly, “The tables aren't going to clean themselves.”
Jaime looked back and smiled at her, sucked it up and went back to work.
Try as he might to keep focused on his job, Jaime found it incredibly difficult to stop looking in Lucas's direction. He'd bring out some napkins and silverware and invariably he'd look up and Lucas would be looking back with an amused look on his face. Jaime wondered if somehow he knew what was going on inside his head.
Jaime was only responsible for working a half shift that night and between the revolving tables and his vainly avoiding making eye contact with Lucas, he barely noticed when everything was winding down. It was closing time and it was time to start the real clean up. He mopped the floor, restocked the tables and helped out in the kitchen to make sure everything was clean. Though he did it all without complaint, he was excited to get to Yvette's.
When he said goodnight to Donald and Janet, who was very appreciative of all of his help, he went outside with a tired smile on his face, but with the satisfaction of a good night's work and the anticipation of money in his pocket.
The parking lot was lit by florescent lights holding the darkness at bay just beyond their reach. He didn't make it out of a parking lot before he was approached by a shiny new import.
“Need a ride?” came a voice. He looked into the car and Lucas was smiling back at him.
“Hey, Lucas,” Jaime said with a smile. “I mean, it's okay. I don't live that far.”
“Then I don't mind driving you. Hop in,” Lucas said, not taking no for an answer.
Jaime got in the car a little self conscious about the state of his work clothes. “Turn left here and go straight.”
They pulled out of the parking lot and drove in an awkward silence.
“So, what happened to your friends?” Jaime asked.
“We're all supposed to go out tonight and they went on ahead while I waited for you.”
“Why would you wait for me?” Jaime asked.
“Because it looked like you needed a friend.”
“I don't know how you got that idea,” Jaime said feigning ignorance.
“You were staring at me all night,” Lucas replied.
“I wouldn't call it staring,” Jaime said.
“You couldn't take your eyes off me!” Lucas said playfully. “I can't say I blame you.”
Picking up on the game Jaime said, “I remember you looking in my direction too.”
“Guilty as charged,” Lucas said. “I mean, what's not to look at?”
Jaime didn't have a reply. “Turn left at this light,” was all he could say. “You going to Yvette's party tonight?”
“I'm going to pass. Yvette and I don't get along that well on account of her being a conniving bitch.”
“I can't say that I like her either,” Jaime said. “But, the party is for Garrett. He's going way to school.”
“I didn't know. Well, you should have a lot of fun.”
“This is my apartment complex right here,” Jaime said. “You want to come in?”
Lucas raised his eyebrow, pursed his lips and said “Sure, why not?”
They walked through the lit hallways silently until they got to his door and went inside. Jaime rushed through Lucas through the introduction with his mother and ushered Lucas into his room and closed the door behind them.
Jaime bit his lip and decided to take the plunge. “Okay, I was looking at you. It's just, when we were in school you looked so comfortable and you were open about, you know,” Jamie said without finishing his thought.
“You're going to have to spell it out for me, Jaime,” Lucas said.
“I just want to know what it's like, what it feels like to be gay is all,” Jaime said. He lowered his voice, paranoid that his mother had passed by his door at the moment he said the words.
“Is there something you're not telling me, Jaime?” Lucas said, sitting on Jaime's bed and leaning back, his shirt riding up a little and revealing his midriff.
Jaime felt that Lucas was toying with him and felt a little irritated. Then he looked at him from head to toe, tight shirt, tight jeans and sneakers. He swallowed. “I'm like you,” he said. “Like, I just found out today.”
“I see,” Lucas said, first stretching back, then sitting up again.
“I need to know how it feels.”
“Normal,” Lucas said. “Sorry, there's no grand revelation. It can hurt at first, but it's normal. And you deal with the hurt and you move on because that's the way that you were made.”
“What do you do when you have feelings for someone who you're sure doesn't feel the same way about you?”
“You talking about Garrett?” Lucas said and Jaime nodded his head. “Either you tell them how you feel or you let them go.”
“What if you can't let go?”
“Good question. But, sometimes it's better not to know the answer. It can get messy.”
“It's already messy,” Jaime said.
“Look, get ready and I'll take you to your party. Take my number. We'll go out to a local club tomorrow, do some dancing,” Lucas said as he raised his hands in the air and moved his hips. “Normal,” he said and took Jaime's hand in is. “Now, go get ready to go see your friend,” Lucas said as he laid back in Jaime's bed.
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Hey guys. I want to thank you all for the encouragement. It's been hard to find the time and the drive to write, but I was able to bang out another section. More to follow!
Craiger
JUB Addict
I'm a little leery of Lucas, but I don't want to be judgmental. I thought at first he was going to hit on Jaime, but pleased that he held back and respected Jaime's predicament. Perhaps it will be good for Jaime to have a friend he can talk to. I can hardly wait for Yvette's party. Nice lead in for Lucas' character, jahasrad.
Craiger
Craiger
Hmmmm.....intriguing!
Keep up the good work!
Keep up the good work!
Part 9:
Jaime didn't waste time in the shower. He stayed in long enough to get the grime off from work and quickly dried himself off. He slipped on some boxer briefs and a random pair of athletic shorts to get him from the bathroom to his room.
Lucas was still lying on his bed, but this time he was looking through Jaime's sketch books.
“You did all of these?” Lucas asked.
“Yeah,” Jaime said as he rifled through his clothes drawers. He wanted to find just the right shirt and jeans.
“These are good,” Lucas said. “Really good.”
“Thanks,” Jaime said as he tried on a white shirt with numbers like a sports jersey on it. He put on some gray jeans and some black tennis shoes. He turned around and put his hands up asking for Lucas' opinion.
“You look great!” he said as he closed the sketchbook. “You make it look easy.”
“Let's go,” Jaime said. “I'm already super late.”
The ride to Yvette's was mostly quiet. Jaime thought that with everything that happened today he must be a sucker if seeing Garrett still filled him with excitement. But it did. As he absentmindedly thought about his friend he drummed his hands on his legs to the music, caught in a daydream.
“We're here!” Lucas said, snapping Jaime out of it.
“Thank you, Lucas,” Jaime said.
“Tomorrow we'll go out dancing,” he said with a smile.
Jaime blushed. He didn't dance.
“Go on, get out of here. Go see your friend!” Lucas said playfully pushing Jaime out of the car.
Jaime smiled back and hugged Lucas. “Thank you again,” he said as he stepped into the street light, the gravel of the cull-de-sac spread out before him.
He shut Lucas' door and he looked at Yvette's house with his hands in his pocket. He took a deep breath. He was finally here.
Yvette's parents were both successful executives who spent a lot of time on business trips in and outside of the country. While Yvette often traveled with them, sometimes she was left behind alone. Her parents could be very hands off when it came to parenting. As long as the house wasn't burned to cinders when they got home they gave their daughter free reign.
The family lived in a house in the hills, secluded enough from the other neighbors that basically anything went when she threw a party. The party had to get really out of hand in order to make a blip on anyone's radar. So, even though he was so late he wasn't surprised to find the music could be heard from the street and that there were small groups of people on the front porch and walking on the lawn, drinks in hand.
Jaime took a deep breath and decided to dive in. He walked to the front door and pushed it open. Immediately he was bathed in the sound of music. The house was full of people that he recognized and those that were a little too old to be in their graduating class. He smirked as he realized that this party was a lot more than he had anticipated. Yvette didn't do things in small measure.
He texted Samantha and it wasn't long before she was at his side. She loosely wrapped her arm around his and kissed him on the cheek. She was positively bubbly.
“Don't drink anything,” she said nearly yelling in his ear to be heard over the music. “They put shit in everything.” She held up a water bottle and took a drink to drive the point home.
She locked her fingers in Jaime's and led him through the house.
Yvette's house was bigger than it looked from the street. There was a DJ in the front room, which was packed wall to wall with dancers. They passed the stairs which had a steady stream of people going upstairs and coming down. Jaime noticed a couple making out on the landing at the middle of the stairs.
The two made their way through the kitchen and dining area which were full of people drinking and playing beer pong and out onto the patio where a second DJ was playing poolside. Some of the party guests had jumped in the pool. Many in their underwear.
Samantha made her way to an empty pool chair with Jaime in tow. She laid out and he sat by her legs, looking around at the crowd. He was looking for Garrett.
“He's probably upstairs puking his guts out,” she said rolling her eyes. “Don't be upset at him. I'm not sure what they gave him but he's out of control. If we're lucky he's passed out somewhere.”
“That's okay,” Jaime said. “I don't want to see him.”
“Samantha snorted with laughter. “You came to Garrett's party and you don't want to see him. Honey, you are going to have to become a better liar.”
Jaime made her scoot over and laid next to her on the chair. They touched their heads together.
“You want to dance?” Samantha asked him.
“You know I don't like to dance,” he said. He thought about Lucas and going to the club. He didn't want to make a complete fool of himself. “Okay. Just once dance,” he said.
Samantha jumped up and held out her hand, her face was beaming.
Jaime took her hand and almost tripped when she practically ran to the edge of the dancers. He tried to stop her at the outer edge of the group, but she pulled him into the crowd.
In the middle of the dancers, they were pressed in on all sides. Samantha put her hands into the air and started dancing to the music. Jaime awkwardly put his hands up too. Samantha laughed a little and motioned him to move his hips. When he didn't get the message she put her hands on his hips and started to swing them from side to side. She did the same. A girl with dark hair noticed her and whooped at her. They laughed and Jaime had to smile. He forgot all of his awkwardness and just let the music move through him.
They danced like that for a long time before Jaime was thirsty and motioned Samantha to follow him. He took her hand and made it past the pool and back into the kitchen. They grabbed a water bottle each and turned to go back outside when Garrett appeared at the bottom of the stairs with Yvette on his arm.
“Jaime!” he said, drawing out the name awkwardly. His eyelids were heavy and he had a sheen of sweat on him. Jaime was surprised by the transformation. “There you are!” Garrett continued.
Jaime shot daggers at Yvette. Her face was covered in makeup, her lips wore a dark shade of lipstick and her eyes were lined with thick eyeliner. She reminded him of the bride of Frankenstein.
“Are you okay, Garrett?” he asked earnestly.
“I'm great,” he said. “This is the best party ever!” he yelled. Jaime watched as he pumped his fist in the air and rocked his head, then thought better of it. Yvette struggled to keep him upright.
“I think we'd better go,” Jaime said to Garrett.
“No way!” he said with too much enthusiasm. “This party's just getting started!” There were a few cries of support and with that Garrett and Yvette moved on, she giving Jaime a cold look as a parting shot.
“You want to leave?” Samantha asked.
“I can't leave with him like that.”
“Well you aren't going to do much good by hovering over him. Let's go back outside. We can check on him later.”
Jaime bit his lip. He didn't want to let Garrett out of his sight.
Samantha tugged at his arm and they went back outside to the pool chairs. When they sat down, Jaime sat at the edge of the seat, hands clasped beneath his chin.
“Maybe we should call his parents,” he said.
Samantha put her arm around him. “Are you sure you want them to see him like this?”
“I don't think that anyone should see him like this,” he said. “I can't just sit here when something could happen to him. How could he be so stupid?” he asked in frustration.
“Are you upset at the way that he's acting, or that Yvette's getting all of his attention?”
Jaime scoffed at the question, and gave Sam a look to show that this was not the time.
When he looked back at the house he saw activity just inside the kitchen. He saw Garrett pulling away from Yvette and stumbling outside. “Jaime!” he called out. “Come back inside!”
Garrett was walking toward Jaime and Samantha as if he had completely forgotten about the lit pool between them. He tripped and fell into the water.
Jaime was up in a flash. He threw his phone in Samantha's direction and dove in after Garrett. Under the water, it was as if everything was in slow motion. It felt like hours as he cut through the water and found Garrett's form in the deep end. He grabbed hold and yanked him to the surface. Garrett took in a gulp of air and Sam helped get him out of the pool. The dance floor, momentarily distracted by the splashing, resumed it's writhing to the music.
“That's it,” Jaime said. “We're leaving.”
“I think that's a good idea,” Samantha said.
Yvette busted out through the kitchen doors. “Oh my God, is he alright?” she said as he moved toward him.
Jaime turned toward her, dripping water with a fire in his eyes that caught her up short. “We're leaving,” he said. Yvette got the message and didn't argue.
Jaime stood, shivering with Garrett while they waited for Samantha to get her mother's car. When she swung the car around, Jaime placed Garret in the back seat. He worried about the wet clothes but it would not take long for them to get home.
“Where do you want to take him?” she asked.
“We'll take him to my place and hope my mom isn't on the couch.”
After a short drive with zero conversation, they arrived at Jaime's apartment complex.
“Thank you,” he said wearily and hugged and kissed Samantha on the cheek. “Sorry about the water.”
He roused Garret just barely and half carried him down the halls.
“I'm going to need you to stand up now,” Jaime said to him when they got outside of his door. Garrett nodded and leaned against the wall.
Jaime opened the door and was happy to find that the living room did not have the tell tale light from the TV in the living room. He made his way quietly to his room making sure that Garrett didn't trip on anything along the way.
He laid Garrett on the edge of the bed and left to get two towels. He stopped by his mother's room. “Mom,” he whispered.
“Yes,” she said in the dark.
“Just wanted to let you know that Garrett is staying over tonight.”
“Okay,” she said. He heard her turn over. “Love you,” she said as Jaime closed the door.
He went back to his room and saw that Garrett had not moved from where he had left him.
He peeled himself out of his wet clothes and put them in the corner. He dried off and put on a fresh pair of boxers. As he was pulling them up he heard Garrett say, “Nice ass.” Jaime stood bolt upright as Garrett laughed like it was the best joke he'd ever told.
“Quiet!” Jaime whispered at him.
“My head hurts,” Garrett said.
“I'm not surprised,” Jaime said. He sat Garrett up and helped him get his shirt off. “You think you could dry yourself off?” he asked handing Garrett the towel.
Garrett started to dry under his arms and his head, while Jaime untied his soggy shoes. He pulled them off with some effort.
“That was a kick ass party,” Garrett said drearily. “Too bad you couldn't be there from the beginning.”
Jaime helped Garrett stand while he undid his jeans. Jaime saw the hair on his legs bunched together in their dampness as he helped pull them off. He caught himself looking and hoped that Garrett hadn't noticed. He looked up and Garrett had the towel over his head.
Jaime swallowed. “Do you need help?”
Garrett assented and Jaime dried his legs and wrapped the towel around his midsection. He helped Garrett lay longways on the bed and laid down beside him.
Garrett looked into his eyes for long time and finally said, “You're my best friend.”
Jaime watched as he closed his eyes. He watched as the still wet hair fell upon the pillow, and how his bare shoulder rose as he breathed. Garrett laid on his back and quickly fell asleep.
Jaime tried to sleep, but he couldn't. He felt as though Garrett would stop breathing is he closed his eyes and thus he needed to keep watch. He watched his chest rise and fall with each intake of breath. He felt as though he could stay this way forever.
Jaime held out his hand and hovered it over Garrett's chest as if he was touching his aura. He didn't want to touch him and wake him and ruin everything. He burned this moment into his memory and he knew that whatever happened, it would always be with him.
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So, school has been a thing! Haven't had the energy to return to my story until recently. I may have bigger plans for this story then I initially started with. I can't guarantee that there will be regular updates, but I am still working on it.
Jaime didn't waste time in the shower. He stayed in long enough to get the grime off from work and quickly dried himself off. He slipped on some boxer briefs and a random pair of athletic shorts to get him from the bathroom to his room.
Lucas was still lying on his bed, but this time he was looking through Jaime's sketch books.
“You did all of these?” Lucas asked.
“Yeah,” Jaime said as he rifled through his clothes drawers. He wanted to find just the right shirt and jeans.
“These are good,” Lucas said. “Really good.”
“Thanks,” Jaime said as he tried on a white shirt with numbers like a sports jersey on it. He put on some gray jeans and some black tennis shoes. He turned around and put his hands up asking for Lucas' opinion.
“You look great!” he said as he closed the sketchbook. “You make it look easy.”
“Let's go,” Jaime said. “I'm already super late.”
The ride to Yvette's was mostly quiet. Jaime thought that with everything that happened today he must be a sucker if seeing Garrett still filled him with excitement. But it did. As he absentmindedly thought about his friend he drummed his hands on his legs to the music, caught in a daydream.
“We're here!” Lucas said, snapping Jaime out of it.
“Thank you, Lucas,” Jaime said.
“Tomorrow we'll go out dancing,” he said with a smile.
Jaime blushed. He didn't dance.
“Go on, get out of here. Go see your friend!” Lucas said playfully pushing Jaime out of the car.
Jaime smiled back and hugged Lucas. “Thank you again,” he said as he stepped into the street light, the gravel of the cull-de-sac spread out before him.
He shut Lucas' door and he looked at Yvette's house with his hands in his pocket. He took a deep breath. He was finally here.
Yvette's parents were both successful executives who spent a lot of time on business trips in and outside of the country. While Yvette often traveled with them, sometimes she was left behind alone. Her parents could be very hands off when it came to parenting. As long as the house wasn't burned to cinders when they got home they gave their daughter free reign.
The family lived in a house in the hills, secluded enough from the other neighbors that basically anything went when she threw a party. The party had to get really out of hand in order to make a blip on anyone's radar. So, even though he was so late he wasn't surprised to find the music could be heard from the street and that there were small groups of people on the front porch and walking on the lawn, drinks in hand.
Jaime took a deep breath and decided to dive in. He walked to the front door and pushed it open. Immediately he was bathed in the sound of music. The house was full of people that he recognized and those that were a little too old to be in their graduating class. He smirked as he realized that this party was a lot more than he had anticipated. Yvette didn't do things in small measure.
He texted Samantha and it wasn't long before she was at his side. She loosely wrapped her arm around his and kissed him on the cheek. She was positively bubbly.
“Don't drink anything,” she said nearly yelling in his ear to be heard over the music. “They put shit in everything.” She held up a water bottle and took a drink to drive the point home.
She locked her fingers in Jaime's and led him through the house.
Yvette's house was bigger than it looked from the street. There was a DJ in the front room, which was packed wall to wall with dancers. They passed the stairs which had a steady stream of people going upstairs and coming down. Jaime noticed a couple making out on the landing at the middle of the stairs.
The two made their way through the kitchen and dining area which were full of people drinking and playing beer pong and out onto the patio where a second DJ was playing poolside. Some of the party guests had jumped in the pool. Many in their underwear.
Samantha made her way to an empty pool chair with Jaime in tow. She laid out and he sat by her legs, looking around at the crowd. He was looking for Garrett.
“He's probably upstairs puking his guts out,” she said rolling her eyes. “Don't be upset at him. I'm not sure what they gave him but he's out of control. If we're lucky he's passed out somewhere.”
“That's okay,” Jaime said. “I don't want to see him.”
“Samantha snorted with laughter. “You came to Garrett's party and you don't want to see him. Honey, you are going to have to become a better liar.”
Jaime made her scoot over and laid next to her on the chair. They touched their heads together.
“You want to dance?” Samantha asked him.
“You know I don't like to dance,” he said. He thought about Lucas and going to the club. He didn't want to make a complete fool of himself. “Okay. Just once dance,” he said.
Samantha jumped up and held out her hand, her face was beaming.
Jaime took her hand and almost tripped when she practically ran to the edge of the dancers. He tried to stop her at the outer edge of the group, but she pulled him into the crowd.
In the middle of the dancers, they were pressed in on all sides. Samantha put her hands into the air and started dancing to the music. Jaime awkwardly put his hands up too. Samantha laughed a little and motioned him to move his hips. When he didn't get the message she put her hands on his hips and started to swing them from side to side. She did the same. A girl with dark hair noticed her and whooped at her. They laughed and Jaime had to smile. He forgot all of his awkwardness and just let the music move through him.
They danced like that for a long time before Jaime was thirsty and motioned Samantha to follow him. He took her hand and made it past the pool and back into the kitchen. They grabbed a water bottle each and turned to go back outside when Garrett appeared at the bottom of the stairs with Yvette on his arm.
“Jaime!” he said, drawing out the name awkwardly. His eyelids were heavy and he had a sheen of sweat on him. Jaime was surprised by the transformation. “There you are!” Garrett continued.
Jaime shot daggers at Yvette. Her face was covered in makeup, her lips wore a dark shade of lipstick and her eyes were lined with thick eyeliner. She reminded him of the bride of Frankenstein.
“Are you okay, Garrett?” he asked earnestly.
“I'm great,” he said. “This is the best party ever!” he yelled. Jaime watched as he pumped his fist in the air and rocked his head, then thought better of it. Yvette struggled to keep him upright.
“I think we'd better go,” Jaime said to Garrett.
“No way!” he said with too much enthusiasm. “This party's just getting started!” There were a few cries of support and with that Garrett and Yvette moved on, she giving Jaime a cold look as a parting shot.
“You want to leave?” Samantha asked.
“I can't leave with him like that.”
“Well you aren't going to do much good by hovering over him. Let's go back outside. We can check on him later.”
Jaime bit his lip. He didn't want to let Garrett out of his sight.
Samantha tugged at his arm and they went back outside to the pool chairs. When they sat down, Jaime sat at the edge of the seat, hands clasped beneath his chin.
“Maybe we should call his parents,” he said.
Samantha put her arm around him. “Are you sure you want them to see him like this?”
“I don't think that anyone should see him like this,” he said. “I can't just sit here when something could happen to him. How could he be so stupid?” he asked in frustration.
“Are you upset at the way that he's acting, or that Yvette's getting all of his attention?”
Jaime scoffed at the question, and gave Sam a look to show that this was not the time.
When he looked back at the house he saw activity just inside the kitchen. He saw Garrett pulling away from Yvette and stumbling outside. “Jaime!” he called out. “Come back inside!”
Garrett was walking toward Jaime and Samantha as if he had completely forgotten about the lit pool between them. He tripped and fell into the water.
Jaime was up in a flash. He threw his phone in Samantha's direction and dove in after Garrett. Under the water, it was as if everything was in slow motion. It felt like hours as he cut through the water and found Garrett's form in the deep end. He grabbed hold and yanked him to the surface. Garrett took in a gulp of air and Sam helped get him out of the pool. The dance floor, momentarily distracted by the splashing, resumed it's writhing to the music.
“That's it,” Jaime said. “We're leaving.”
“I think that's a good idea,” Samantha said.
Yvette busted out through the kitchen doors. “Oh my God, is he alright?” she said as he moved toward him.
Jaime turned toward her, dripping water with a fire in his eyes that caught her up short. “We're leaving,” he said. Yvette got the message and didn't argue.
Jaime stood, shivering with Garrett while they waited for Samantha to get her mother's car. When she swung the car around, Jaime placed Garret in the back seat. He worried about the wet clothes but it would not take long for them to get home.
“Where do you want to take him?” she asked.
“We'll take him to my place and hope my mom isn't on the couch.”
After a short drive with zero conversation, they arrived at Jaime's apartment complex.
“Thank you,” he said wearily and hugged and kissed Samantha on the cheek. “Sorry about the water.”
He roused Garret just barely and half carried him down the halls.
“I'm going to need you to stand up now,” Jaime said to him when they got outside of his door. Garrett nodded and leaned against the wall.
Jaime opened the door and was happy to find that the living room did not have the tell tale light from the TV in the living room. He made his way quietly to his room making sure that Garrett didn't trip on anything along the way.
He laid Garrett on the edge of the bed and left to get two towels. He stopped by his mother's room. “Mom,” he whispered.
“Yes,” she said in the dark.
“Just wanted to let you know that Garrett is staying over tonight.”
“Okay,” she said. He heard her turn over. “Love you,” she said as Jaime closed the door.
He went back to his room and saw that Garrett had not moved from where he had left him.
He peeled himself out of his wet clothes and put them in the corner. He dried off and put on a fresh pair of boxers. As he was pulling them up he heard Garrett say, “Nice ass.” Jaime stood bolt upright as Garrett laughed like it was the best joke he'd ever told.
“Quiet!” Jaime whispered at him.
“My head hurts,” Garrett said.
“I'm not surprised,” Jaime said. He sat Garrett up and helped him get his shirt off. “You think you could dry yourself off?” he asked handing Garrett the towel.
Garrett started to dry under his arms and his head, while Jaime untied his soggy shoes. He pulled them off with some effort.
“That was a kick ass party,” Garrett said drearily. “Too bad you couldn't be there from the beginning.”
Jaime helped Garrett stand while he undid his jeans. Jaime saw the hair on his legs bunched together in their dampness as he helped pull them off. He caught himself looking and hoped that Garrett hadn't noticed. He looked up and Garrett had the towel over his head.
Jaime swallowed. “Do you need help?”
Garrett assented and Jaime dried his legs and wrapped the towel around his midsection. He helped Garrett lay longways on the bed and laid down beside him.
Garrett looked into his eyes for long time and finally said, “You're my best friend.”
Jaime watched as he closed his eyes. He watched as the still wet hair fell upon the pillow, and how his bare shoulder rose as he breathed. Garrett laid on his back and quickly fell asleep.
Jaime tried to sleep, but he couldn't. He felt as though Garrett would stop breathing is he closed his eyes and thus he needed to keep watch. He watched his chest rise and fall with each intake of breath. He felt as though he could stay this way forever.
Jaime held out his hand and hovered it over Garrett's chest as if he was touching his aura. He didn't want to touch him and wake him and ruin everything. He burned this moment into his memory and he knew that whatever happened, it would always be with him.
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So, school has been a thing! Haven't had the energy to return to my story until recently. I may have bigger plans for this story then I initially started with. I can't guarantee that there will be regular updates, but I am still working on it.
Craiger
JUB Addict
Garrett is going to feel miserable in the morning, but thankfully for Jaime, he's alive. I have been in Jaime's predicament before and it is hard not to want to go a little further, however Jaime is wise not to pursue his desires any further. Tomorrow is another day and he and Garrett can sort out their relationship under more sober and sane conditions. Great to have them back and you writing again, jahasrad.
Craiger
Craiger
Part 10:
After Jaime finally closed his eyes, losing track of the time while he watched Garrett sleep, he was lost in dreams. They were a jumble of images that seemed to pass through his head at random. It felt as though memory mixed with dream, and each dream was fantasy.
He saw Garrett's face smiling, then hurt. When he asked what was wrong, his friend turned away from him and was gone from sight.
He found himself in Samantha's arms. She stroked his head and hummed a song, more like a lullaby that a mother sings to her child. He was agitated, fearful, and confused, but her song soothed him and he fell asleep.
Lucas was in his room again. This time Lucas was shirtless, and Jaime was reclined on his bed in his boxers. Lucas held up his sketchbook. “I want to try this one, this time,” he said. He turned the pad around and Jaime saw a picture of himself laying on his stomach with Garrett fucking him, Garrett's arms wrapped around his chest. Lucas put the pad down, straddled him and bent down to kiss him.
Jaime was startled awake. It took him a few moments to orient himself. Garrett didn't move at all.
He took in the sight of Garrett's muscular back and the curve of his form and the dimples in his lower back, just above where his skin was hid by boxers that clung to his perfect ass. The bath towel was lost among the covers.
Jaime's cock was throbbing against his boxers. He ran his hand through his hair, took a deep breath, and gathered himself. It took all of his power not to pull down those boxers and reveal the ass underneath.
He had to piss.
He sat up and stepped out of bed, trying not to make any noise that might wake Garrett. He opened his door just in time to hear the front door close. That would be his mother leaving for church. She would be gone a while.
He walked the short distance to the bathroom in nothing but his boxers. He was glad that he didn't have to worry about his cock showing through them because it wasn't softening. He left the door open to piss, hoping that Garrett might appear behind him at any moment. He bent over slightly and maneuvered his dick so that he could comfortably piss. He brushed his teeth and he considered walking back into his bedroom without his boxers, cock waving in the air. Despite the rush that he got thinking about it, he thought better of it and left the boxers on.
Jaime went back into the room and climbed back into bed. He was acutely aware that his cock was as enlarged as he'd ever seen it and was super sensitive to any movement of fabric against his swollen glans. He looked up at the ceiling, a hunger was growing inside of him. He listened to Garrett breath and tried not to look at his bare skin. He tried not to imagine what it would be like to run his hands over his friend's naked body and strip off those boxers.
Jaime couldn't take it any longer. He turned on his side and placed his hand on Garrett's back. He held it there for a few moments relishing the feeling. Then he tried to wake him up.
“Garrett,” he said. “Wake up.”
He pushed Garrett gently and felt his cock stretch the band of his underwear. If he had his way he would turn Garrett over and make love to him right then and there. He tried to clear his mind.
He began to shake Garrett again.
“What?” Garrett said in protest. His voice cracked and he didn't open his eyes. He turned over onto his back and was back asleep.
Jaime looked down and caught his breath. Garrett's hard cock was showing through the front of his boxer shorts. He was entranced by the sight. Garrett's cock was definitely bigger than his. His own cock was six and a half inches. Garrett probably had at least two inches on him and his cock was thick. He wanted to go down on it and make Garrett come. He moaned weakly and licked his lips, then shook his head again to clear it.
He tried to wake Garrett again. This time he took a handful of his chest and shook it vigorously.
“Wake up!” Jaime said.
Garrett started to rouse. He stretched, and pressed his palms against his eyes.
“What to you want!” Garrett said.
He rolled over to look at Jaime and his cock shifted and hit the bed and he was forced to look down at it. Jaime thought he saw it pulse.
“Shit!” he said and pulled the blanket over his crotch.
“You're not the only one,” Jaime said. He pulled up the band of his underwear and took a gamble, and showed Garrett his cock.
Garrett started laughing and laid down on his back again. “Fucking morning wood,” he said.
Jaime noticed that Garrett's wood wasn't going down. “How do you feel?”
Garrett ran his fingers on his own stomach and Jaime traced their movement wishing they were his own fingertips against that perfect skin. “Like shit.”
“Well, I'm not surprised. What did they give you last night?”
“Fuck, I don't know. I had a few drinks and I blacked out.” Jaime watched as Garrett's hand moved to his cock and rubbed it absentmindedly. “Wait, I do remember Yvette giving me head last night. That was awesome,” he said with a laugh. He closed his eyes again, and his hands moved across his stomach again.
Jaime felt his ears heat up, that last think that he wanted to hear about was Yvette and Garrett together. He looked at the ceiling and ran his hand over his cock on the outside of his boxers.
“Remember that night when we went camping and we had our own tent,” he said.
Garrett grinned. “Come on man, we were kids.”
“It's just jacking off,” Jaime said. He grabbed his cock through his underwear, it's outline clear was clear inside the fabric.
Garrett raised an eyebrow and gave in. He put his own hand in his shorts and began to rub his cock. Jaime watched him slowly slide the elastic of his boxers down over the head of his massive dick.
“Dude, that thing's a monster!” he said.
He swore he saw Garrett's skin reddened slightly at the comment.
Jaime was working his own cock with his thumb and two fingers of his left hand. He punched Garrett on the shoulder with his right hand and said, “I bet you choked Yvette with that thing.”
“Fuck yeah, I did,” Garrett said getting markedly more excited.
He started to describe the night before in more detail, but Jaime didn't hear him. He was too busy watching the skin travel over Garrett's tightening abs. Or the way that his belly button showed slightly in his navel. Or the bush of black pubic hair that sprouted above that massive cock.
Jaime was already close to cumming. He could feel that familiar pressure at the base of his dick. He grabbed his cock in his fist and watched as a drip of precum collected on the slit of his dick and drip down his cock head.
Garrett was still talking about Yvette when he started to pump his hips up and down. He grabbed his cock with both hands and Jaime watched as the head of Garrett's dick bobbed in and out of his fists. He could hear the slickness of Garrett's precum as he pumped harder and harder.
Jaime tried to keep from cumming by closing his eyes. That only intensified the sensations he was feeling. He felt the heat of Garrett's body radiating against him. He felt Garrett's shoulder and arm brush against his if only briefly as his friend lost control of his body movements. And memories of him toweling off Garrett's wet body came back to him into his vision. He saw those legs covered in dark hair, remembered the feel of his hand brushing up against skin, the electricity of the touch.
“I'm gonna come!” Garrett yelled out.
Jaime watched Garrett's massive dick pulse and explode as rope after rope of jizz fell on his friend's stomach and shot on his chest.
Pushed over the edge, Jaime felt his own cock explode and he watched the first shot fly over his head. He heard the next shot of cum land on the pillow next to his ear. He arched his body, and the last shot hit him in the face, just under his eye and stretching across his lips and down his chin. He closed his eyes and licked his lips tasting his cum. His cock continued to pulse and thick ropey cum fell on his pubes.
“Holy shit!” Garrett said. “That shit went over your head!”
Jaime opened his eyes and looked first at the cum plastered on Garrett's stomach and then at the cum on his own pubes. “And my face,” he said with a huge grin.
Garrett found the towel among the covers and wiped down his chest and hands. He gave the towel to Jaime. It was wet and he could smell the sweet smell of cum. He wiped his face with the towel, relishing the idea that Garrett's cum was being rubbed on his body.
“Mind if I jump in the shower?” Garrett asked.
Jaime watched his friend, boxers halfway down his ass, as he left the room. He grabbed the towel they used to wipe off their cum and breathed deeply into it and was instantly hard again. He sat up on his knees and put the towel between his legs, and rubbed his balls against it. He rubbed his balls over the strings of cum and fucked his hand slowly. The thought of Garrett coming back in and seeing his naked body again, dick in hand, ramped him up and he shot another load on the towel. This time he licked up the cum from the towel and savored every drop.
He fell back down on the bed, exhausted. He laid back with his legs spread and his spent cock showing.
He heard Garrett come into the room in nothing but a towel. It was cinched low on his waist and his black pubes were showing. Thankfully Jaime's cock didn't respond as Jaime got up to take his shower.
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Here is another update folks. Hope to get more done this weekend. Hope you like!
After Jaime finally closed his eyes, losing track of the time while he watched Garrett sleep, he was lost in dreams. They were a jumble of images that seemed to pass through his head at random. It felt as though memory mixed with dream, and each dream was fantasy.
He saw Garrett's face smiling, then hurt. When he asked what was wrong, his friend turned away from him and was gone from sight.
He found himself in Samantha's arms. She stroked his head and hummed a song, more like a lullaby that a mother sings to her child. He was agitated, fearful, and confused, but her song soothed him and he fell asleep.
Lucas was in his room again. This time Lucas was shirtless, and Jaime was reclined on his bed in his boxers. Lucas held up his sketchbook. “I want to try this one, this time,” he said. He turned the pad around and Jaime saw a picture of himself laying on his stomach with Garrett fucking him, Garrett's arms wrapped around his chest. Lucas put the pad down, straddled him and bent down to kiss him.
Jaime was startled awake. It took him a few moments to orient himself. Garrett didn't move at all.
He took in the sight of Garrett's muscular back and the curve of his form and the dimples in his lower back, just above where his skin was hid by boxers that clung to his perfect ass. The bath towel was lost among the covers.
Jaime's cock was throbbing against his boxers. He ran his hand through his hair, took a deep breath, and gathered himself. It took all of his power not to pull down those boxers and reveal the ass underneath.
He had to piss.
He sat up and stepped out of bed, trying not to make any noise that might wake Garrett. He opened his door just in time to hear the front door close. That would be his mother leaving for church. She would be gone a while.
He walked the short distance to the bathroom in nothing but his boxers. He was glad that he didn't have to worry about his cock showing through them because it wasn't softening. He left the door open to piss, hoping that Garrett might appear behind him at any moment. He bent over slightly and maneuvered his dick so that he could comfortably piss. He brushed his teeth and he considered walking back into his bedroom without his boxers, cock waving in the air. Despite the rush that he got thinking about it, he thought better of it and left the boxers on.
Jaime went back into the room and climbed back into bed. He was acutely aware that his cock was as enlarged as he'd ever seen it and was super sensitive to any movement of fabric against his swollen glans. He looked up at the ceiling, a hunger was growing inside of him. He listened to Garrett breath and tried not to look at his bare skin. He tried not to imagine what it would be like to run his hands over his friend's naked body and strip off those boxers.
Jaime couldn't take it any longer. He turned on his side and placed his hand on Garrett's back. He held it there for a few moments relishing the feeling. Then he tried to wake him up.
“Garrett,” he said. “Wake up.”
He pushed Garrett gently and felt his cock stretch the band of his underwear. If he had his way he would turn Garrett over and make love to him right then and there. He tried to clear his mind.
He began to shake Garrett again.
“What?” Garrett said in protest. His voice cracked and he didn't open his eyes. He turned over onto his back and was back asleep.
Jaime looked down and caught his breath. Garrett's hard cock was showing through the front of his boxer shorts. He was entranced by the sight. Garrett's cock was definitely bigger than his. His own cock was six and a half inches. Garrett probably had at least two inches on him and his cock was thick. He wanted to go down on it and make Garrett come. He moaned weakly and licked his lips, then shook his head again to clear it.
He tried to wake Garrett again. This time he took a handful of his chest and shook it vigorously.
“Wake up!” Jaime said.
Garrett started to rouse. He stretched, and pressed his palms against his eyes.
“What to you want!” Garrett said.
He rolled over to look at Jaime and his cock shifted and hit the bed and he was forced to look down at it. Jaime thought he saw it pulse.
“Shit!” he said and pulled the blanket over his crotch.
“You're not the only one,” Jaime said. He pulled up the band of his underwear and took a gamble, and showed Garrett his cock.
Garrett started laughing and laid down on his back again. “Fucking morning wood,” he said.
Jaime noticed that Garrett's wood wasn't going down. “How do you feel?”
Garrett ran his fingers on his own stomach and Jaime traced their movement wishing they were his own fingertips against that perfect skin. “Like shit.”
“Well, I'm not surprised. What did they give you last night?”
“Fuck, I don't know. I had a few drinks and I blacked out.” Jaime watched as Garrett's hand moved to his cock and rubbed it absentmindedly. “Wait, I do remember Yvette giving me head last night. That was awesome,” he said with a laugh. He closed his eyes again, and his hands moved across his stomach again.
Jaime felt his ears heat up, that last think that he wanted to hear about was Yvette and Garrett together. He looked at the ceiling and ran his hand over his cock on the outside of his boxers.
“Remember that night when we went camping and we had our own tent,” he said.
Garrett grinned. “Come on man, we were kids.”
“It's just jacking off,” Jaime said. He grabbed his cock through his underwear, it's outline clear was clear inside the fabric.
Garrett raised an eyebrow and gave in. He put his own hand in his shorts and began to rub his cock. Jaime watched him slowly slide the elastic of his boxers down over the head of his massive dick.
“Dude, that thing's a monster!” he said.
He swore he saw Garrett's skin reddened slightly at the comment.
Jaime was working his own cock with his thumb and two fingers of his left hand. He punched Garrett on the shoulder with his right hand and said, “I bet you choked Yvette with that thing.”
“Fuck yeah, I did,” Garrett said getting markedly more excited.
He started to describe the night before in more detail, but Jaime didn't hear him. He was too busy watching the skin travel over Garrett's tightening abs. Or the way that his belly button showed slightly in his navel. Or the bush of black pubic hair that sprouted above that massive cock.
Jaime was already close to cumming. He could feel that familiar pressure at the base of his dick. He grabbed his cock in his fist and watched as a drip of precum collected on the slit of his dick and drip down his cock head.
Garrett was still talking about Yvette when he started to pump his hips up and down. He grabbed his cock with both hands and Jaime watched as the head of Garrett's dick bobbed in and out of his fists. He could hear the slickness of Garrett's precum as he pumped harder and harder.
Jaime tried to keep from cumming by closing his eyes. That only intensified the sensations he was feeling. He felt the heat of Garrett's body radiating against him. He felt Garrett's shoulder and arm brush against his if only briefly as his friend lost control of his body movements. And memories of him toweling off Garrett's wet body came back to him into his vision. He saw those legs covered in dark hair, remembered the feel of his hand brushing up against skin, the electricity of the touch.
“I'm gonna come!” Garrett yelled out.
Jaime watched Garrett's massive dick pulse and explode as rope after rope of jizz fell on his friend's stomach and shot on his chest.
Pushed over the edge, Jaime felt his own cock explode and he watched the first shot fly over his head. He heard the next shot of cum land on the pillow next to his ear. He arched his body, and the last shot hit him in the face, just under his eye and stretching across his lips and down his chin. He closed his eyes and licked his lips tasting his cum. His cock continued to pulse and thick ropey cum fell on his pubes.
“Holy shit!” Garrett said. “That shit went over your head!”
Jaime opened his eyes and looked first at the cum plastered on Garrett's stomach and then at the cum on his own pubes. “And my face,” he said with a huge grin.
Garrett found the towel among the covers and wiped down his chest and hands. He gave the towel to Jaime. It was wet and he could smell the sweet smell of cum. He wiped his face with the towel, relishing the idea that Garrett's cum was being rubbed on his body.
“Mind if I jump in the shower?” Garrett asked.
Jaime watched his friend, boxers halfway down his ass, as he left the room. He grabbed the towel they used to wipe off their cum and breathed deeply into it and was instantly hard again. He sat up on his knees and put the towel between his legs, and rubbed his balls against it. He rubbed his balls over the strings of cum and fucked his hand slowly. The thought of Garrett coming back in and seeing his naked body again, dick in hand, ramped him up and he shot another load on the towel. This time he licked up the cum from the towel and savored every drop.
He fell back down on the bed, exhausted. He laid back with his legs spread and his spent cock showing.
He heard Garrett come into the room in nothing but a towel. It was cinched low on his waist and his black pubes were showing. Thankfully Jaime's cock didn't respond as Jaime got up to take his shower.
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Here is another update folks. Hope to get more done this weekend. Hope you like!
Craiger
JUB Addict
Wow!, jahasrad. That was one erotic chapter. What a nice Holiday present. 
Happily for Jaime, Garrett participated in their little j/o session without much flack and seemed to enjoy it. But now we need to extend that a little farther and fulfill Jaime's true desire. I look forward the the next chapter.
I hope you have a wonderful Holiday and New Year.
Craiger
Happily for Jaime, Garrett participated in their little j/o session without much flack and seemed to enjoy it. But now we need to extend that a little farther and fulfill Jaime's true desire. I look forward the the next chapter. I hope you have a wonderful Holiday and New Year.
Craiger
I loved the latest installment.
You are doing a great job.
This was definitely worth the wait!
You are doing a great job.
This was definitely worth the wait!