There isn’t really much going on in this chapter, but a few new characters do get introduced. I hope you guys like it.
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Chapter 6: Meet the Family
School continued to pass by and before I knew it, we were in October. The weather began to cool down and the days got shorter, which meant there was less time to spend practicing lacrosse with Lance. We tried to meet up everyday after school for about an hour to practice lacrosse and learn how to play the sport correctly. After we practiced lacrosse we spent at least an hour in the gym working out. Lance had me working out my entire body each day instead of one area at a time. He told me that a little bit of everything each day was equivalent to working out one area for the allotted time. He really had me working hard everyday because by the time I got home, I was shot. I ate dinner with my dad, did my homework, took a quick shower to clean off the sweat and then I went to bed. Each morning I was sore, but it didn't bother me that much. I knew that all my hard work was paying off and that's all that mattered to me.
It was Saturday morning and I woke up around 11 o clock. The light from the sun was coming through my blinds and it was shining right in my eyes. I was exhausted from school and practice and working out everyday and I just wanted to lay in bed. I looked at my phone and saw I had about 3 text messages. One of them was from Lance which said he was coming over at 12 to pick me up. I wanted to tell him I needed a day off but I knew I needed to stick to my plan. I had to practice and workout everyday in order to get in shape for lacrosse by January. The other one was from my dad which said that he had to go into work today and wouldn't be home until early Sunday morning. I now knew where Lance and I were going to be spending the night. The third and final one was from Brian. He said that he might be stopping by to spend time together because he hasn't been home lately. I didn't respond to him because I was going be with Lance for the day.
I hopped out of bed and walked to the bathroom. The house was warmer than usual and I figured that the a/c was off and the windows were opened. As I was taking a piss, I heard birds chirping outside and it made me happy. The little things in life truly make me happy. No joke. I get the biggest kick out of the smaller simplistic things rather than the bigger ones. My brother always told me I was weird like that because I wasn't materialistic like he was. My dad didn't agree with him though. He told me that's what he likes best about me and that it reminds him of our mom. I began to think about her. I never understood why she left us after I was born. She supposedly was happy with what she had and it just never made sense. My dad didn't like to talk about so I never heard the real story. Brian told me that he knows everything and that it was my fault for being born. I don't believe him though. He mad me mad sometimes.
As I was washing my hands and brushing my teeth I quickly glanced in the mirror. I noticed that I had facial hair coming in and I got excited. I never had facial hair when I was going through puberty during my first three years of high school. I had a few hairs come up through the skin but I always shaved them off because it looked stupid. I'm not a hairy person to begin with, so when I actually had some scruff going on, I almost hit the ceiling. I spent about 5 minutes just rubbing my face and looking at it from different angles. I liked it and I was going to keep it.
I walked back to my room to change out of my pajama pants. I dug through one of my draws and pulled out some white shorts and a white jockstrap to match. Lance told me to wear the jockstraps that had a cup in them because we were going to play with all the equipment on so I got used to it everything. I slipped the jockstrap on me and adjusted myself so I was comfortable. I still wasn't used to the straps running from under my butt and attaching to the front. I also wasn't used to my ass not being covered. It was weird when you ran because you'd get a breeze on your butt. I guess it was good because it cooled you off, but then your shorts would tend to ride up on you. I knew that when if I made the team in the winter, I'd have briefs on top of it so it wouldn't be as bad. This way was better for the summer so we both just went along with it.
As I pulled my shorts up my body, I glanced in the mirror. I was shocked when I noticed I had formed muscles. I started to form pectorals which weren't as large as Lance's, but they were still noticeable. I ran my hand across my chest and felt the two new mounds of muscle that were propped on my chest. I liked the way they looked on me and I liked the way they felt even better. As I continued to scan my body over, I noticed my stomach. I no longer had a little fat down there that was soft to the touch. I developed an outline of my abs and the "V" that ran from my abs into my crotch. Those were well defined right now, but my actual abs did not form yet. My actual stomach got firm and wasn't soft to the touch anymore as well. My top two abs began to take shape, but weren't noticeable unless you ran your hand over them. As I was rubbing my stomach, I took note of my arms. My arms actually had muscles on them that actually flexed and twitched when I moved them. I could even see a vein or two that popped out on my forearm. As I looked up my arms, my shoulders caught my attention. They seemed to have gotten broader and had muscles on them as well. I kept looking at myself in the mirror and flexed my body to make my newly discovered muscles stand out.
"Having fun?" Lance was standing in my doorway watching me.
"I have muscles!" I exclaimed. "And I like them!"
I ran over to him and gave him a hug and a kiss to thank him. He embraced me and rubbed my back as we were hugging. "Thanks for all your training."
"I don't get a good morning?" He pouted. "And no problem. Your muscles don't only benefit you, you know. They give me something to look at besides your pretty face." I blushed. "Plus your actually acceptable to walk around with in public now". He shot me one of his smiles.
"Did I ever tell you that I love your smile?"
"Yeah, about 100 times."
"Well, I still love it. Good morning by the way."
I grabbed a shirt off of my dresser and pulled it over my head. I then grabbed
Lance's hand and guided him into the kitchen. I was getting hungry and I needed to get something in my stomach before we worked out.
"Did you eat yet?" I asked.
"Yeah. My dad made me an omelet this morning. Can I have a water bottle though?"
"Yeah." I bent down to get a water bottle out of the pantry because Lance liked water room temperature. I then handed it to him. " You said your dad made you breakfast this morning?"
"Yes. Why do you ask? I know my way around the kitchen, I can cook."
"I wasn't asking if you were able to cook." I took in a breath. " So your dads going to be at your house when we go there."
He grinned from ear to ear. "Yep! And you get to meet him for the first time. Surprise!"
"Yey......" I got nervous.
There was an awkward silence while I was eating my cereal. I was almost done with it too.
"I told him."
"Told him what, Lance?"
"About us. What we've been doing"
"You told him! Why would you do that?"
"Because he knows I'm gay and I felt like he deserves to know who I'm seeing. He actually wants to meet you."
He was looking me straight in the eye as he told me. His eyes looked even bluer today and they stood out the most on his face. He really did have gorgeous eyes. I thought my eyes were really nice, but his blew mine right out of the water.
"Okay." I said meekly. "I never noticed how incredible your eyes are."
"They aren’t' that special. Everyone blonde tends to have blue eyes. I'm like everyone else.....You on the other hand," He paused to stare me in the eyes "Have these deep dark green eyes that can make a guy weak at the knees. You're an unusual mix, Jason. You have this beautiful dark olive skin and crisp dark black hair and then rich green eyes. Your eyes complement your entire body and not
many have a composure like you. I'm lucky to have you all to myself."
I smiled as I put my bowl and spoon in the sink. I also put the milk back in the fridge and the cereal back into the pantry. I sat back down at the island in the kitchen directly across from Lance.
"Lance, what does love feel like?"
"You should know, you've had girlfriends before right?"
"Yeah, but that wasn't love. It was just a fling. Nothing serious."
"Well, that's a very heavy question to answer." He started. "Love can be a lot of different things for different people. Some people feel love by just being with people, while some people feel love while they are apart from each other."
"Can you love someone with out having sex with them yet?"
"Most definitely. Some people have sex with others without even knowing their last name or what their favorite color is. Sex does add to the feeling of love though. When two people in a relationship engage in sex, they both have to agree to it which means they both care about each other greatly. Why do you ask?"
I looked at the counter top and didn't answer him.
"Jason." He rested his hand on top of mine. "You can love someone without having sex with them. If you truly care about someone enough and enjoy spending a majority of your time with them, you can still love them......"
"I do." I cut him off.
"You do what?"
"I think I'm in love with you."
"Haha, thanks." He joked.
"No Lance. I 'love' you." He looked wide eyed at me. " I’m in love with everything about you, your body, your smile, your hair and your eyes. I just love you."
"Jason, you can't be in love with someone's physical features and call that real love."
"I didn't finish." I shot a death stare at him. "The most important thing I'm in love with is your personality. I love the way you act around me and treat me and how you treat others too. I love what's inside of you, not your physical features. Don't get me wrong, they do help, but I love who you are."
"Sounds to me that you understand what love is."
“Yeah, I guess so.” I let out a little laugh.
Lance leaned over the kitchen island and placed his lips on mine. He continued to kiss me for awhile before he took his head back. I opened my eyes to see him staring at me.
“You’re lips are soft.” He said.
“Yours aren’t.” I stuck my tongue out at him.
“Why’d I chose an 18 year old out of everyone available, why?” He said jokingly.
“Because you sir, are a pervy old man.”
We both started laughing and he tried to hit me but I ran away. I ran to my room to get the cup that goes into the jockstrap and stuck it in my pocket. When I returned to the front door, Lance had it open and was standing on the other side.
“Where’s your car?”
“I ran here. Nothing like a little run in the morning.”
“Ugh.” I sighed. “How far away is it?”
“A little over a mile and a half.” He had such a big smile on his face.
“If I don’t drop dead, I’m going to hurt you.”
‘Oh, Jason, I’m shaking in my Nike's.” He taunted. “You’ll have to catch me first.”
He took off running across my lawn. I really don’t know why he insisted on running, I was much faster than he was. I really don’t know why he insisted on running, I was much faster than he was. I even gave him extra time while I was stretching my legs out. I sprinted across the front lawn and began my trek down the street.
It was such a nice day out. It was warm and there was a breeze that cooled me off every so often. As I turned the corner at the end of my block I spotted Lance. I never noticed the muscles Lance had in his back or the ones in his legs. He had his shirt off and his muscle were shining from his sweat and the sun. I never knew that someone could form muscle on their back up until I saw Lance's. I also noticed Lance's butt. Like I said before, for someone who is in such great shape, he sure has a huge butt. It wasn't really fat though, it was like muscle because it was firm and wasn't jiggling while he was running. Overall, Lance had an amazing body and I never wanted him to lose it.
I began to sprint towards Lance when I noticed he was slowing down. I made sure I didn't burn myself out so I wouldn’t be screwed for the rest of the run. When I got closer to him his hair was blowing in the wind and he looked even hotter.
"Hey grandpa!" I said.
“Jesus Christ! You scared me.”
“Sorry. You scare easily than.” I smiled.
“I wasn’t expecting you to catch up that quickly.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah. How much further is your estate anyway?”
“We run to the end of this road, and then we make a left and it’s the second house on the right.” He said. “It’s not an estate by the way. It’s a normal house.”
“And your ugly.” I joked.
“Okay, it’s a big house.”
“And you’re smart.” I smiled.
“I honestly don’t know why I picked the immature teenager?”
“Because you love me.” I batted my eyelashes.
“Love. You? Haha, that’s a joke.” He flashed one of his famous smiles at me.
“Hardy, har, har. You’re such a comedian.”
“I think so.”
“I’ll race you to your house. Ready, set, go!”
Lance started running faster than I was because I wasn’t trying. I let him think he was beating me until we reached the end of the block. I started sprinting and waved to Lance as I blew passed him and made the left on to his block. I continued to sprint until I reached his house and slowed down to go up his driveway. The gate was already open so I slowed to a jog and went up it until I reached the front of the house. I sat down on the front steps to wait for Lance to reach the house. I took my shirt off and placed it next to me to cool off. I leaned back and saw this man come out of the house. At first I thought it was Lance’s older brother that he didn’t tell me about. He didn’t look like Lance that much because he had black hair like I did and had a lot of facial hair. He did have Lance’s blue eyes and had the same facial structure that Lance had. He was sexy, not hot. He was older and looked more mature and fell into the sexy category.
As I stood up to get a better look at him I noticed his body. He was a little shorter than Lance, but just as muscular. His shoulders were broader than Lance’s and his arms were larger as well. I figured that he had to be in his late 20’s or early 30’s because he had no wrinkles on his face nor did he have any grey hairs. He was very easy on the eyes as well.
“You must be Jason.” He stuck his hand out. “I’m Lance’s father.”
I think my heart skipped a beat because I was absolutely shocked. Lance’s dad was one attractive and sexy man. There was no way in hell he was the father to any child.
“Wait, you’re not Lance’s brother?”
“No. I’m pretty sure I’m his dad. Lance’s brother isn’t home yet.” He laughed.
Not only did Lance not tell me how good looking his father was, he didn’t tell me that he had other siblings. I still couldn’t get over that this guy was his dad.
“Wait, he also has a brother?”
“Yes, Cody, he’s 12.” He said. “He also has a sister, who’s 26, and married and has a daughter of her own.”
Boy was I shocked. Not only did Lance have a younger brother, he also has an older sister who has a kid of her own.
“Wait! How old are you then?”
“You know you don’t have to say wait every time you begin a sentence, it shows you’re nervous.” He noted. “ I’m 42 by the way, why?”
“Because you‘re muscular, have a full set of hair with no grey hairs in it, you have no wrinkles. There is no way you are 42 years old.” I couldn’t believe I said that.
“I like you already.” He laughed again. “I can see why Lance fell for you.”
I was really embarrassed and was beginning to feel uncomfortable . I didn’t know what to say or do next. I saw Lance at the end of the driveway and couldn’t of been more relieved.
“I guess I lost that race.” He said between pants. “This is Jason by the way dad.”
“We’ve already met. You wouldn’t believe who he thought I was.”
“Why?”
“Your brother, and he also said I have a good body and a nice set of hair and a pretty face.” He smirked.
“That’s not awkward at all.” Lance said sarcastically.
“Nope. But hey, I’m going to the gym for a few hours. Call me if you go anywhere.”
“Why are you going to the gym when we have a gym in the house?”
“Because, there’s this blond at the gym and I…”
“Okay, I get it!” Lance cut him off.
“Have fun you two, you have the house to yourself.” He started cracking up.
I didn’t know if his dad liked me or thought that I was some creepy kid. I’m pretty sure he knew that I was younger than Lance and he obviously knew that me and Lance were a couple. It felt weird that someone other than the two of us knew that I was gay, and in a relationship. It was also weird that I told him everything I was thinking. I felt like a complete child. I thought I ruined my first experience with Lance’s family.
“I think he likes you.”
“Why would he like me? I just told him he looked like he could be your brother and that he was an attractive guy.”
“Who wouldn’t like you after you tell someone they look young and are attractive?”
“A straight father with children?”
“I guess you found out I have siblings too?”
“Yeah, you forgot to mention that when we met.”
“I guess it escaped my mind.” He said. “But let’s head to the backyard. Standing here isn’t going to help you get better at lacrosse.”
We walked down the driveway towards the gate that led to the backyard as his dad left. I still couldn't get over the fact that Lance's dad was so young and good looking and that Lance had an older sister and a younger brother that he never mentioned. His dad seemed to be okay with the concept of his son being gay, and I figured his sister and brother wouldn‘t be.
We didn't practice lacrosse for a full hour nor did we play as hard as we normally would. I was still sore, sweaty, and tired even though we took it easy today. Lance's face was dripping with sweat and his entire body had a layer a of sweat covering it as well. He didn't seem sore or tired and it seemed like he wanted to continue practicing until we collapsed on the floor. I knew that I couldn't go any longer so I walked towards the pool to cool down. Lance said that the pool shouldn‘t be too warm because they didn‘t have the heater on. I bent down and stuck my hand in the pool and grabbed the thermometer which read 70 degrees.
"Want to go swimming? I‘m sweating my balls off." He said.
"You didn’t have balls to begin with.”
“You said you wouldn’t bring that up anymore.” We both laughed.
“Do you have a bathing suit I can use?"
"Who says we need a bathing suit to go swimming. Just go in with your shorts on.”
Lance got a running start and dove into the pool. It was a pretty good dive, but he messed it up when he entered the water.
“You messed that up when you hit the water.”
“How so?”
“When your hands first hit the water, you kicked your legs out, like a frog. I’ll show you what its supposed to look like.”
I stepped to the edge of the pool and looked into the water. Lance’s hair was pushed back and plastered against his head. I kind of liked him with shorter hair. It showed off his eyes more, which were are one of his best aspects. I smiled down at him and plunged into the pool. I thought it was a pretty good dive and was satisfied with myself. Before I could swim towards the surface of the water, Lance landed jumped on top of me and pushed me down farther. He surprised me and I sucked in a good amount of water which flooded my lungs. I quickly swam to the surface of the pool and began coughing. Lance lifted me out of the pool and rested me on my side on the patio.
After I coughed up a lung for 5 minutes, I sat up and gave Lance a death stare.
“Sorry I almost killed you.” He looked like a child that just got caught eating a cookie before dinner.
“It’s okay, just don’t do it again please. I don’t enjoy coughing until it feels like I’m going to throw up.” I smiled.
“Sorry again.” He knelt down beside me and gave me a hug and kissed my head. I couldn’t be mad at him, he was just too nice of a guy.
“You know, you’re one of the nicest people I know.” I rubbed his arm.
“Why do you say that?” He raised an eyebrow. “Are people mean to you?”
“No, not that. People are nice to me, but you’re different. You’re nice because you choose to be, and it feels like it comes from your heart. You don’t put on an act to be nice around certain people nor are you mean to anyone. You’re just a nice guy, Lance.” I smiled up at him. “You also make me feel safe, right now, when you’re holding me. It feels like nothing can ever hurt me and it feels like your protecting me from all the bad in the world. You also make me feel good when I’m with you. You’re always making me laugh and complimenting me. You are a rare catch, and I’m glad you’re mine.” I kissed his lips.
“I’m nice because I don’t like when people feel bad about themselves or feel like they don’t fit in. Everyone should be treated nicely and not have to worry about what someone’s going to say to them.” He said sincerely. “I like holding you , because I like to have someone to care for. I like looking out for you, and making sure you’re okay and that everything’s fine.” He kissed me back.
“Well I think you should continue to hold me everyday of your life.”
“I’ll try.”
I pushed him on his back and sat on his chest and just looked into his eyes. His hair was actually not in them for once and I was able to see all of the piercing blue around his pupils. They looked even better without his hair in his face
“Did you ever think about cutting your hair?” I said as I rubbed his chest.
“Do you think I should cut my hair?”
“Yes, I think it would show your eyes off more.”
“Well, I guess we’re going to the barber tomorrow.”
“Really!” I exclaimed. “Your going to look even better now!”
I pressed my lips against him and he responded by pushing his into mine. We embraced in a hard kiss which lasted for quite some time. His lips actually were soft and full and not rough to the touch. I just liked to mess with him because he usually gets flustered. He rested his right hand on my head and let his left hand run across my back. We were getting into it when we both heard a door slam shut.
“Lance! I’m home!”
It was Cody.
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Chapter 6: Meet the Family
School continued to pass by and before I knew it, we were in October. The weather began to cool down and the days got shorter, which meant there was less time to spend practicing lacrosse with Lance. We tried to meet up everyday after school for about an hour to practice lacrosse and learn how to play the sport correctly. After we practiced lacrosse we spent at least an hour in the gym working out. Lance had me working out my entire body each day instead of one area at a time. He told me that a little bit of everything each day was equivalent to working out one area for the allotted time. He really had me working hard everyday because by the time I got home, I was shot. I ate dinner with my dad, did my homework, took a quick shower to clean off the sweat and then I went to bed. Each morning I was sore, but it didn't bother me that much. I knew that all my hard work was paying off and that's all that mattered to me.
It was Saturday morning and I woke up around 11 o clock. The light from the sun was coming through my blinds and it was shining right in my eyes. I was exhausted from school and practice and working out everyday and I just wanted to lay in bed. I looked at my phone and saw I had about 3 text messages. One of them was from Lance which said he was coming over at 12 to pick me up. I wanted to tell him I needed a day off but I knew I needed to stick to my plan. I had to practice and workout everyday in order to get in shape for lacrosse by January. The other one was from my dad which said that he had to go into work today and wouldn't be home until early Sunday morning. I now knew where Lance and I were going to be spending the night. The third and final one was from Brian. He said that he might be stopping by to spend time together because he hasn't been home lately. I didn't respond to him because I was going be with Lance for the day.
I hopped out of bed and walked to the bathroom. The house was warmer than usual and I figured that the a/c was off and the windows were opened. As I was taking a piss, I heard birds chirping outside and it made me happy. The little things in life truly make me happy. No joke. I get the biggest kick out of the smaller simplistic things rather than the bigger ones. My brother always told me I was weird like that because I wasn't materialistic like he was. My dad didn't agree with him though. He told me that's what he likes best about me and that it reminds him of our mom. I began to think about her. I never understood why she left us after I was born. She supposedly was happy with what she had and it just never made sense. My dad didn't like to talk about so I never heard the real story. Brian told me that he knows everything and that it was my fault for being born. I don't believe him though. He mad me mad sometimes.
As I was washing my hands and brushing my teeth I quickly glanced in the mirror. I noticed that I had facial hair coming in and I got excited. I never had facial hair when I was going through puberty during my first three years of high school. I had a few hairs come up through the skin but I always shaved them off because it looked stupid. I'm not a hairy person to begin with, so when I actually had some scruff going on, I almost hit the ceiling. I spent about 5 minutes just rubbing my face and looking at it from different angles. I liked it and I was going to keep it.
I walked back to my room to change out of my pajama pants. I dug through one of my draws and pulled out some white shorts and a white jockstrap to match. Lance told me to wear the jockstraps that had a cup in them because we were going to play with all the equipment on so I got used to it everything. I slipped the jockstrap on me and adjusted myself so I was comfortable. I still wasn't used to the straps running from under my butt and attaching to the front. I also wasn't used to my ass not being covered. It was weird when you ran because you'd get a breeze on your butt. I guess it was good because it cooled you off, but then your shorts would tend to ride up on you. I knew that when if I made the team in the winter, I'd have briefs on top of it so it wouldn't be as bad. This way was better for the summer so we both just went along with it.
As I pulled my shorts up my body, I glanced in the mirror. I was shocked when I noticed I had formed muscles. I started to form pectorals which weren't as large as Lance's, but they were still noticeable. I ran my hand across my chest and felt the two new mounds of muscle that were propped on my chest. I liked the way they looked on me and I liked the way they felt even better. As I continued to scan my body over, I noticed my stomach. I no longer had a little fat down there that was soft to the touch. I developed an outline of my abs and the "V" that ran from my abs into my crotch. Those were well defined right now, but my actual abs did not form yet. My actual stomach got firm and wasn't soft to the touch anymore as well. My top two abs began to take shape, but weren't noticeable unless you ran your hand over them. As I was rubbing my stomach, I took note of my arms. My arms actually had muscles on them that actually flexed and twitched when I moved them. I could even see a vein or two that popped out on my forearm. As I looked up my arms, my shoulders caught my attention. They seemed to have gotten broader and had muscles on them as well. I kept looking at myself in the mirror and flexed my body to make my newly discovered muscles stand out.
"Having fun?" Lance was standing in my doorway watching me.
"I have muscles!" I exclaimed. "And I like them!"
I ran over to him and gave him a hug and a kiss to thank him. He embraced me and rubbed my back as we were hugging. "Thanks for all your training."
"I don't get a good morning?" He pouted. "And no problem. Your muscles don't only benefit you, you know. They give me something to look at besides your pretty face." I blushed. "Plus your actually acceptable to walk around with in public now". He shot me one of his smiles.
"Did I ever tell you that I love your smile?"
"Yeah, about 100 times."
"Well, I still love it. Good morning by the way."
I grabbed a shirt off of my dresser and pulled it over my head. I then grabbed
Lance's hand and guided him into the kitchen. I was getting hungry and I needed to get something in my stomach before we worked out.
"Did you eat yet?" I asked.
"Yeah. My dad made me an omelet this morning. Can I have a water bottle though?"
"Yeah." I bent down to get a water bottle out of the pantry because Lance liked water room temperature. I then handed it to him. " You said your dad made you breakfast this morning?"
"Yes. Why do you ask? I know my way around the kitchen, I can cook."
"I wasn't asking if you were able to cook." I took in a breath. " So your dads going to be at your house when we go there."
He grinned from ear to ear. "Yep! And you get to meet him for the first time. Surprise!"
"Yey......" I got nervous.
There was an awkward silence while I was eating my cereal. I was almost done with it too.
"I told him."
"Told him what, Lance?"
"About us. What we've been doing"
"You told him! Why would you do that?"
"Because he knows I'm gay and I felt like he deserves to know who I'm seeing. He actually wants to meet you."
He was looking me straight in the eye as he told me. His eyes looked even bluer today and they stood out the most on his face. He really did have gorgeous eyes. I thought my eyes were really nice, but his blew mine right out of the water.
"Okay." I said meekly. "I never noticed how incredible your eyes are."
"They aren’t' that special. Everyone blonde tends to have blue eyes. I'm like everyone else.....You on the other hand," He paused to stare me in the eyes "Have these deep dark green eyes that can make a guy weak at the knees. You're an unusual mix, Jason. You have this beautiful dark olive skin and crisp dark black hair and then rich green eyes. Your eyes complement your entire body and not
many have a composure like you. I'm lucky to have you all to myself."
I smiled as I put my bowl and spoon in the sink. I also put the milk back in the fridge and the cereal back into the pantry. I sat back down at the island in the kitchen directly across from Lance.
"Lance, what does love feel like?"
"You should know, you've had girlfriends before right?"
"Yeah, but that wasn't love. It was just a fling. Nothing serious."
"Well, that's a very heavy question to answer." He started. "Love can be a lot of different things for different people. Some people feel love by just being with people, while some people feel love while they are apart from each other."
"Can you love someone with out having sex with them yet?"
"Most definitely. Some people have sex with others without even knowing their last name or what their favorite color is. Sex does add to the feeling of love though. When two people in a relationship engage in sex, they both have to agree to it which means they both care about each other greatly. Why do you ask?"
I looked at the counter top and didn't answer him.
"Jason." He rested his hand on top of mine. "You can love someone without having sex with them. If you truly care about someone enough and enjoy spending a majority of your time with them, you can still love them......"
"I do." I cut him off.
"You do what?"
"I think I'm in love with you."
"Haha, thanks." He joked.
"No Lance. I 'love' you." He looked wide eyed at me. " I’m in love with everything about you, your body, your smile, your hair and your eyes. I just love you."
"Jason, you can't be in love with someone's physical features and call that real love."
"I didn't finish." I shot a death stare at him. "The most important thing I'm in love with is your personality. I love the way you act around me and treat me and how you treat others too. I love what's inside of you, not your physical features. Don't get me wrong, they do help, but I love who you are."
"Sounds to me that you understand what love is."
“Yeah, I guess so.” I let out a little laugh.
Lance leaned over the kitchen island and placed his lips on mine. He continued to kiss me for awhile before he took his head back. I opened my eyes to see him staring at me.
“You’re lips are soft.” He said.
“Yours aren’t.” I stuck my tongue out at him.
“Why’d I chose an 18 year old out of everyone available, why?” He said jokingly.
“Because you sir, are a pervy old man.”
We both started laughing and he tried to hit me but I ran away. I ran to my room to get the cup that goes into the jockstrap and stuck it in my pocket. When I returned to the front door, Lance had it open and was standing on the other side.
“Where’s your car?”
“I ran here. Nothing like a little run in the morning.”
“Ugh.” I sighed. “How far away is it?”
“A little over a mile and a half.” He had such a big smile on his face.
“If I don’t drop dead, I’m going to hurt you.”
‘Oh, Jason, I’m shaking in my Nike's.” He taunted. “You’ll have to catch me first.”
He took off running across my lawn. I really don’t know why he insisted on running, I was much faster than he was. I really don’t know why he insisted on running, I was much faster than he was. I even gave him extra time while I was stretching my legs out. I sprinted across the front lawn and began my trek down the street.
It was such a nice day out. It was warm and there was a breeze that cooled me off every so often. As I turned the corner at the end of my block I spotted Lance. I never noticed the muscles Lance had in his back or the ones in his legs. He had his shirt off and his muscle were shining from his sweat and the sun. I never knew that someone could form muscle on their back up until I saw Lance's. I also noticed Lance's butt. Like I said before, for someone who is in such great shape, he sure has a huge butt. It wasn't really fat though, it was like muscle because it was firm and wasn't jiggling while he was running. Overall, Lance had an amazing body and I never wanted him to lose it.
I began to sprint towards Lance when I noticed he was slowing down. I made sure I didn't burn myself out so I wouldn’t be screwed for the rest of the run. When I got closer to him his hair was blowing in the wind and he looked even hotter.
"Hey grandpa!" I said.
“Jesus Christ! You scared me.”
“Sorry. You scare easily than.” I smiled.
“I wasn’t expecting you to catch up that quickly.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah. How much further is your estate anyway?”
“We run to the end of this road, and then we make a left and it’s the second house on the right.” He said. “It’s not an estate by the way. It’s a normal house.”
“And your ugly.” I joked.
“Okay, it’s a big house.”
“And you’re smart.” I smiled.
“I honestly don’t know why I picked the immature teenager?”
“Because you love me.” I batted my eyelashes.
“Love. You? Haha, that’s a joke.” He flashed one of his famous smiles at me.
“Hardy, har, har. You’re such a comedian.”
“I think so.”
“I’ll race you to your house. Ready, set, go!”
Lance started running faster than I was because I wasn’t trying. I let him think he was beating me until we reached the end of the block. I started sprinting and waved to Lance as I blew passed him and made the left on to his block. I continued to sprint until I reached his house and slowed down to go up his driveway. The gate was already open so I slowed to a jog and went up it until I reached the front of the house. I sat down on the front steps to wait for Lance to reach the house. I took my shirt off and placed it next to me to cool off. I leaned back and saw this man come out of the house. At first I thought it was Lance’s older brother that he didn’t tell me about. He didn’t look like Lance that much because he had black hair like I did and had a lot of facial hair. He did have Lance’s blue eyes and had the same facial structure that Lance had. He was sexy, not hot. He was older and looked more mature and fell into the sexy category.
As I stood up to get a better look at him I noticed his body. He was a little shorter than Lance, but just as muscular. His shoulders were broader than Lance’s and his arms were larger as well. I figured that he had to be in his late 20’s or early 30’s because he had no wrinkles on his face nor did he have any grey hairs. He was very easy on the eyes as well.
“You must be Jason.” He stuck his hand out. “I’m Lance’s father.”
I think my heart skipped a beat because I was absolutely shocked. Lance’s dad was one attractive and sexy man. There was no way in hell he was the father to any child.
“Wait, you’re not Lance’s brother?”
“No. I’m pretty sure I’m his dad. Lance’s brother isn’t home yet.” He laughed.
Not only did Lance not tell me how good looking his father was, he didn’t tell me that he had other siblings. I still couldn’t get over that this guy was his dad.
“Wait, he also has a brother?”
“Yes, Cody, he’s 12.” He said. “He also has a sister, who’s 26, and married and has a daughter of her own.”
Boy was I shocked. Not only did Lance have a younger brother, he also has an older sister who has a kid of her own.
“Wait! How old are you then?”
“You know you don’t have to say wait every time you begin a sentence, it shows you’re nervous.” He noted. “ I’m 42 by the way, why?”
“Because you‘re muscular, have a full set of hair with no grey hairs in it, you have no wrinkles. There is no way you are 42 years old.” I couldn’t believe I said that.
“I like you already.” He laughed again. “I can see why Lance fell for you.”
I was really embarrassed and was beginning to feel uncomfortable . I didn’t know what to say or do next. I saw Lance at the end of the driveway and couldn’t of been more relieved.
“I guess I lost that race.” He said between pants. “This is Jason by the way dad.”
“We’ve already met. You wouldn’t believe who he thought I was.”
“Why?”
“Your brother, and he also said I have a good body and a nice set of hair and a pretty face.” He smirked.
“That’s not awkward at all.” Lance said sarcastically.
“Nope. But hey, I’m going to the gym for a few hours. Call me if you go anywhere.”
“Why are you going to the gym when we have a gym in the house?”
“Because, there’s this blond at the gym and I…”
“Okay, I get it!” Lance cut him off.
“Have fun you two, you have the house to yourself.” He started cracking up.
I didn’t know if his dad liked me or thought that I was some creepy kid. I’m pretty sure he knew that I was younger than Lance and he obviously knew that me and Lance were a couple. It felt weird that someone other than the two of us knew that I was gay, and in a relationship. It was also weird that I told him everything I was thinking. I felt like a complete child. I thought I ruined my first experience with Lance’s family.
“I think he likes you.”
“Why would he like me? I just told him he looked like he could be your brother and that he was an attractive guy.”
“Who wouldn’t like you after you tell someone they look young and are attractive?”
“A straight father with children?”
“I guess you found out I have siblings too?”
“Yeah, you forgot to mention that when we met.”
“I guess it escaped my mind.” He said. “But let’s head to the backyard. Standing here isn’t going to help you get better at lacrosse.”
We walked down the driveway towards the gate that led to the backyard as his dad left. I still couldn't get over the fact that Lance's dad was so young and good looking and that Lance had an older sister and a younger brother that he never mentioned. His dad seemed to be okay with the concept of his son being gay, and I figured his sister and brother wouldn‘t be.
We didn't practice lacrosse for a full hour nor did we play as hard as we normally would. I was still sore, sweaty, and tired even though we took it easy today. Lance's face was dripping with sweat and his entire body had a layer a of sweat covering it as well. He didn't seem sore or tired and it seemed like he wanted to continue practicing until we collapsed on the floor. I knew that I couldn't go any longer so I walked towards the pool to cool down. Lance said that the pool shouldn‘t be too warm because they didn‘t have the heater on. I bent down and stuck my hand in the pool and grabbed the thermometer which read 70 degrees.
"Want to go swimming? I‘m sweating my balls off." He said.
"You didn’t have balls to begin with.”
“You said you wouldn’t bring that up anymore.” We both laughed.
“Do you have a bathing suit I can use?"
"Who says we need a bathing suit to go swimming. Just go in with your shorts on.”
Lance got a running start and dove into the pool. It was a pretty good dive, but he messed it up when he entered the water.
“You messed that up when you hit the water.”
“How so?”
“When your hands first hit the water, you kicked your legs out, like a frog. I’ll show you what its supposed to look like.”
I stepped to the edge of the pool and looked into the water. Lance’s hair was pushed back and plastered against his head. I kind of liked him with shorter hair. It showed off his eyes more, which were are one of his best aspects. I smiled down at him and plunged into the pool. I thought it was a pretty good dive and was satisfied with myself. Before I could swim towards the surface of the water, Lance landed jumped on top of me and pushed me down farther. He surprised me and I sucked in a good amount of water which flooded my lungs. I quickly swam to the surface of the pool and began coughing. Lance lifted me out of the pool and rested me on my side on the patio.
After I coughed up a lung for 5 minutes, I sat up and gave Lance a death stare.
“Sorry I almost killed you.” He looked like a child that just got caught eating a cookie before dinner.
“It’s okay, just don’t do it again please. I don’t enjoy coughing until it feels like I’m going to throw up.” I smiled.
“Sorry again.” He knelt down beside me and gave me a hug and kissed my head. I couldn’t be mad at him, he was just too nice of a guy.
“You know, you’re one of the nicest people I know.” I rubbed his arm.
“Why do you say that?” He raised an eyebrow. “Are people mean to you?”
“No, not that. People are nice to me, but you’re different. You’re nice because you choose to be, and it feels like it comes from your heart. You don’t put on an act to be nice around certain people nor are you mean to anyone. You’re just a nice guy, Lance.” I smiled up at him. “You also make me feel safe, right now, when you’re holding me. It feels like nothing can ever hurt me and it feels like your protecting me from all the bad in the world. You also make me feel good when I’m with you. You’re always making me laugh and complimenting me. You are a rare catch, and I’m glad you’re mine.” I kissed his lips.
“I’m nice because I don’t like when people feel bad about themselves or feel like they don’t fit in. Everyone should be treated nicely and not have to worry about what someone’s going to say to them.” He said sincerely. “I like holding you , because I like to have someone to care for. I like looking out for you, and making sure you’re okay and that everything’s fine.” He kissed me back.
“Well I think you should continue to hold me everyday of your life.”
“I’ll try.”
I pushed him on his back and sat on his chest and just looked into his eyes. His hair was actually not in them for once and I was able to see all of the piercing blue around his pupils. They looked even better without his hair in his face
“Did you ever think about cutting your hair?” I said as I rubbed his chest.
“Do you think I should cut my hair?”
“Yes, I think it would show your eyes off more.”
“Well, I guess we’re going to the barber tomorrow.”
“Really!” I exclaimed. “Your going to look even better now!”
I pressed my lips against him and he responded by pushing his into mine. We embraced in a hard kiss which lasted for quite some time. His lips actually were soft and full and not rough to the touch. I just liked to mess with him because he usually gets flustered. He rested his right hand on my head and let his left hand run across my back. We were getting into it when we both heard a door slam shut.
“Lance! I’m home!”
It was Cody.
