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Subject: Do As You’re Told – Chapter Thirty Six Do As You’re Told Chapter Thirty-Six: If You’re Not the One If you need permission to read this story (from a master, husband, partner, lodger, boss, next door neighbour, gardener) please obtain it first. This story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real people, places and events is unintentional. This story is exclusively for entertainment purposes so please enjoy in safe and legal manner. FRIDAY 7TH JUNE 2019 The Scottish weather had been having a good crack at imitating summer in the week since the last exam. It was time for the final gathering of forces, both good and evil, as the school leavers marched toward the final consultation… the S6 Formal, aka the prom, aka the end of year dance. Adam trudged lazily down the stairs and sat in front of a bowl of cereal that he perhaps hoped would eat itself. He’d been up late with Arthur (pizza, movies, and video games) who had left half hour in an unbearably cheerful mood. Adam was cheerful too – just not unbearably – but he was tired. His dad was quiet all though breakfast and waited until Adam looked a bit more awake to ask his question. “You’re going to prom with Robin, yes?” Aziz asked. Robin nodded, “Yup.” “Good,” his dad replied with a smile. They hadn’t really talked about Robin since last week but Adam’s demeanour had made it pretty obvious things had changed and his dad had a way of giving him space when he needed it. However, Aziz was curious and Adam put his dad out of his misery. “I asked him out last week. He said yes, so I guess we’re dating,” Adam admitted. “Good boy, I’m happy for you,” Aziz responded. Aziz grabbed Adam into a delighted hug that Adam wriggled free of when his dad didn’t let go. “I thought you were never going to get around to telling me the good news,” Aziz said. “I thought you’d figured it out,” Adam said innocently; “Wait, talking about things we never got around to…” Aziz grew very still. “On my birthday last week you told me you had a letter for me,” Adam said – the sentence faltered as he read his dad’s guarded expression. “Your mother was a smart woman, son,” Aziz said slowly, knowing the effect the mention of his mum would have on Adam. Adam sat up straight in his chair. He visited his mum often but she needed fulltime carers to support her needs after multiple strokes had left her unable to move, swallow or talk. Adam wasn’t sure what to expect from this conversation now. “After the big stroke six years ago, she took a long time to get better but when she did…” Aziz paused, caught with emotion. “When she did, she struggled to talk and couldn’t write anymore. But she had things to say to you and Alisha so she wrote letters.” “She wrote to us?” Adam asked numbly. “I wrote them. She dictated them. She made one for each of you for when you turned eighteen,” Aziz explained and the pain in his voice was obvious. Alisha was eighteen the year we wrote the letters but she told me to keep this for you until you turned eighteen. Then she had another stroke.” “What does it say?” Adam asked. “I’ll go get it for you,” his dad answered obliquely. Adam followed his dad upstairs where he retrieved the letter and handed it over. Adam knew he wanted to be alone to read it and headed for his bedroom – he turned at the sound of his dad’s voice. “If you need me, Adam. I’m here for you and I always will be,” Aziz said lovingly. Adam closed his bedroom door and sat on his bed. It was hot even with the window open and the sun was beaming into the room in a way that made Adam feel the reverence of the moment was somehow undermined. Surely some purple prose was in order: it was a dark and stormy night; the rain fell in torrents – except at occasional intervals… Adam opened the envelope and read the first words. He had not heard his mum’s voice for many years now but he could hear it now in his head as if she were in the room and reading over his shoulder: My dearest Adam, Your dad is writing this while I try my best to complete the words to tell you all the things a mother has to say. Adam, if you’re reading this then I can’t say these things myself and that breaks my heart. But what fills my heart until it’s ready to burst is my love for you – today you become a young man, but you’ll always be my boy. It’s not fair that I can’t tell you for myself how proud I am of you. Perhaps if I was saying these words to you in person, you’d be so embarrassed you’d run away until you turned 21. Ha ha. You were a part of my life’s journey, Adam. We walked it together for a while and you made me very happy. You were the son (pun intended) in my sky and made it very bright indeed. But my journey is done, I think. This family is the wonder of my life and I was blessed to have you all to myself. I hope you soon have a family to love – your father and sister; friends; lovers, boys or girls. They’re your family now. You’re a good boy Adam and I’m sorry I can’t be there for you through all the things a young man has to endure. I hope you find people to fill your life with and give it meaning and make you happy. Adam, fill your life with people who love you… As much as I do. With all the love in my heart, forever and ever, Mum xxx Adam protected the precious paper from the flow of silent tears, setting the letter aside and weeping. He knew his mum loved him, and he loved her, but her foresight told him that she knew there might be a time when she couldn’t say those things and she’d been right. Adam wished very much that she was here right now to comfort him, to talk to him about boys, to tell him it was ok to be scared and which tie he should wear to the prom. His dad slipped into the room without knocking but Adam was grateful for the comfort and understanding his dad gave. His dad was gentle and loved him very much even when Adam thought he didn’t deserve it. When the tears stopped, Adam wiped his eyes. “Dad…” “Yes, son?” “Which tie should I wear tonight?” Adam asked. That evening, Adam heard the doorbell ring while he checked himself out in the mirror in the living room. He had arranged to meet Arthur and his girlfriend at his house, thereafter to head to the prom venue. His dad answered the door and let them in. “Wowsers,” said Arthur as he walked into Adam’s living room and saw Adam all dressed up; “Look at you all handsome.” Adam grinned at the compliment – Arthur found it very easy to say things that most boys wouldn’t. He was almost jealous of how easy Arthur found it to be himself, where Adam often struggled. “He said the same thing to me,” said a girl’s voice from behind Art. It wasn’t that she was hiding behind Arthur, just that she was shorter, wore a size eight dress and Arthur was a big lad with size fourteen feet. You know what they say about a guy with big feet (big shoes). The girl was Arlene – she’d gone to their school, they had vaguely socialised with her a few years ago and for the last few months, Arthur hadn’t shut up about her. “I said you were beautiful, not handsome,” Arthur defended himself but she was smiling. “I meant when you said wowsers,” Arlene corrected him. “Oh yea… I did say that,” Arthur said with a smile and a kiss on the cheek. “Hi, Arlene,” Adam said, giving her a little hug. “You look gorgeous.” It occurred to Adam that he did not know if Arthur had told her he was gay or not. The complement stood either way – she did look gorgeous. “Thanks, Adam,” she replied blushingly. “How did this looser get someone like you?” Adam asked Arlene – teasing his best friend. “I’ll have you know I’m a real catch,” Arthur protested jovially. “Yea, the kind of catch that needs antibiotics to get rid of,” Adam retorted. “I’ll get rid of you in a minute,” Art threatened. Arlene serenely watched the banter, smiling and laughing as the two friends teased each other. “I like your tie, Adam. That suit looks good on you too,” she replied. Adam self-consciously smoothed the lapels of the jacket and wriggled the knot of the tie. “Do you have a date Adam?” asked Arlene. Adam risked a sideways glance at Arthur, who gave him a queer smile and a shrug. It was up to him then what he told the girl. Adam had already made up his mind not to come out at school; the prom was his last stand. “Maybe I’ll pull when I get there,” Adam replied – not really answering the question. Arlene smiled and nodded and giggled politely. “Well Arthur has promised to dance with everybody at the prom,” Arlene replied; “I asked if he meant just the girls but he said…” “Everybody, baby,” Arthur chipped in happily as he embraced the girl. “So that’s one dance to look forward to,” Arlene added. Adam waited for a beat. “Great,” Adam said deadpan and Arlene giggled again. “Are we ready to go?” Arthur asked. Arlene led the way to Adam’s front door – probably looking forward to meeting her girl friends at the prom instead of hanging out with them – and the boys followed. “I’m sure you’ll pull, Adam,” Arthur whispered. “I know how you like a good tug.” Arthur mimed masturbation so Adam swatted him. Cameron, Kieran and Robin piled out of the taxi they had shared. There were teenagers at the entrance – hugging and taking selfies, chatting, high-fiving, laughing, taking group photos. “Did you bring your brother to prom, you looser?” asked Carlos as he peeled away from his group. “I’m old enough to buy alcohol,” answered Kieran smoothly. The legal drinking age in Scotland is eighteen (though some places operate a challenge-21 policy) so Kieran’s retort was a nice comeback. Someone who could sneak them vodka, cider and beer was a big bonus. Carlos gave them a sour look. “You’re not eighteen yet, are you Carlos?” asked Cameron. Less than half of the school leavers had turned eighteen and the venue had made clear they would be ID’d if buying alcohol. How strictly they would prevent people with ID giving drinks to others in the party was less clear but Cameron was confident he’d get a few cheeky vodkas in with Kieran’s help. “Fuck off,” Carlos replied. “Gladly,” Cameron replied – gliding past him and walking inside. “Admit it,” Kieran said to Cameron over the wall of sound emanating from the function room; “You just love me for my driver’s licence.” Cameron and Robin laughed and looked around the room for familiar faces. They were looking for Ben and his new boyfriend whom they hadn’t met yet. “Someone I met at church,” was as much as Ben had admitted to. On the dance floor, Arthur was dancing with a lesbian couple – twerking like he’d never twerked before. Actually, he hadn’t twerked before, but he kind of liked it. It was Cameron who noticed Adam and pulled Robin and Kieran in that direction. Adam was keeping Arlene company. There was a round of greetings before they turned again to watch Arthur dancing, this time with a very uncomfortable looking Tomek. “Yup, that’s my boyfriend…” Arlene said affectionately; “Maybe I should go save Tomek before he goes back to Poland to escape him.” She moved gracefully across the dance floor, leaving Adam with Kieran, Cameron and Robin. “Do you guys want a drink?” asked Adam, “I turned eighteen last week so…” “That’s what I brought my brother for,” Cameron indicated Kieran. “Really? Not for eye-candy then?” Adam replied. He slapped a hand over his mouth escort bayan as if shocked the words had come from his mouth. Robin was surprised by the openness of the homosexual comment and Cameron didn’t know if he was meant to know that Adam was gay. Kieran was basking in the compliment and the tension went over his head. “I didn’t mean to say that out loud,” Adam admitted. Robin could now hear a small slur in Adam’s voice and he spoke with the deliberate slowness of a tipsy person trying not to give away that they are tipsy. “That’s cool, you look good enough to…” Kieran started to reply until Cameron thumped his arm. “I’m a little bit gay,” Adam admitted in what counted as a whisper in a room filled with blaring music. “And also spoken for,” Robin added. Adam and Robin looked longingly at each other and Kieran finally understood what was going on. “You already knew, right?” Adam asked Cameron. Cameron nodded vigorously and Adam seemed unconcerned that his secret wasn’t as secret as he thought it was. Arthur had finally stopped harassing people on the dance floor and joined the group, panting breathlessly and lifting a clear drink from the table beside Adam. He took a huge gulp, nearly chocked, put the cup down and pulled a face. “Yea, that wasn’t water,” Adam said with amusement. “Shit, how much vodka was in that thing?” Arthur asked. “More than a little but less than too much,” Adam confessed. “I think I’m hammered already,” Arthur joked. Arthur found himself introduced to Kieran and they shook hands like polite boys do. “So I have promised to dance with everybody at the prom…” Arthur said – he was even more jolly and hyper since the swig of vodka. “Why?” asked Kieran. “I’m raising funds for a diversity club that’s running next year… also I’m a people person,” Arthur replied. “That’s cute,” Kieran replied. “I’ve got a girlfriend,” Arthur replied as if Kieran had just hit on him. “She’s cute too,” Kieran answered flirtatiously. “We need to dance later,” Arthur told him. “What about these two?” Kieran asked, indicating Robin and Adam; “Can you get them to dance.” “I doubt it,” Arthur answered and then under his breath he murmured; “But you never know.” Robin and Adam looked a little uncomfortable at being talked about. “Robin doesn’t want to come out to the school,” Cameron told his brother. “And neither do I,” Adam said before Arthur could speak for him. Kieran nodded with understanding. “You guys should do what makes you comfortable,” Kieran said; “But you’re gonna miss the big chance for a slow dance at the end of the night. Y’know: movie style, season finale, final act, happy ending stuff.” “I wish we could hold hands,” Robin told Adam. “I wish we could kiss,” Adam replied to Robin. “Where’d Arlene go?” Cameron asked Arthur to break the unrequited romantic tension. “She went to hang out with her girlies. Apparently, she thinks I’m a great guy except for being a total embarrassment,” Arthur said. He sounded really proud of himself too. He lifted his hand and waved at Arlene who was across the room, she waved back and blew him a kiss. In their little group, amiable chatter continued. Cameron was the first to see Ben approaching them with a man of at least forty years old at his side. The man had faded brown hair with a streak of grey at the left temple, dark brown skin, a designer beard and clerical collar… When Ben stopped in front of the group, he saw Cameron’s eyes go wide – fixated on the collar of the man beside him. Ben had told his friends he was seeing someone from church but hadn’t given much detail. “Hi guys. So, this is Rupert…” Ben said. Everyone’s jaws fell open in surprise they all thought the same thing: Ben’s dating minister twenty-five years older than him? Then Rupert wore an expression of confusion. Ben burst out laughing. “Rupert’s dad, I meant. Sorry, but you should have seen the look on your faces though,” Ben could barely contain himself. The others laughed too – deeply relieved – and Rupert’s dad seemed happy to be released from the ruse. “Is my bit done?” the minister asked. “Yes thank you,” Ben replied. “Thank god.” “Oh, here he is,” Ben said of a boy who arrived at Ben’s side and wrapped an arm around his waist. The new arrival was a boy of around eighteen; about the same height as Ben, brown eyes and dark brown skin with a short tightly coiled black hair. Rupert’s father put his hand on his son’s shoulder, hugged him fleetingly – mostly because he was now embarrassing his son – and then left them to it. “This is Rupert… for real this time,” Ben said and then made the introductions. With everyone now in attendance, Kieran and Adam took it in turns to supply the group with contraband. A few teachers were supposed to be supervising the event but most had turned up to get pissed (Scottish term: drunk) themselves. The kids weren’t their problem now. Arthur was true to his word, dancing with everyone he could and insinuating himself into dances with even the most stubborn of partners. Carlos in particular was thoroughly unimpressed with being waltzed across the dance floor to Shine by Years and Years. “I was biting my tongue, I was trying to hide, I’ll forget what I’ve done, I will be redefined…” “I think Carlos is biting his tongue to save face with his minions,” Cameron joked. “And trying to hide,” added Adam. “And trying to forget,” Ben chimed in. Robin had been dragged, reluctantly, onto the dance floor by Arthur and was making a little effort on the fringes but mostly trying not to get noticed. When the song ended he returned to the table that their little group had commandeered and drank a little Dutch courage but he wasn’t really into the booze the way everyone else seemed to be. “Very single at the moment,” said Cameron – clearly part of an ongoing conversation. “Have you tried online dating?” Rupert suggested, making an effort to get to know Ben’s friends. Cameron made a face – clearly not enamoured with the suggestion. “What, you don’t approve on computer dating?” Ben asked. “Only if the computers really love each other,” Cameron replied with a laugh. “Right, c’mon,” said Kieran – sounding fed up with the topic at hand. Kieran was very much on Arthur’s side – dance the night away. Thus he dragged Cameron and Ben onto their feet, Ben brought Rupert and Kieran wasn’t satisfied until Adam also acquiesced and joined them for the next song. They passed Arthur on the way – he looked exhausted as he returned to the table and sniffed the drinks this time to get something exclusively for hydration. “I’m pooped,” Arthur confessed. He wasn’t talking about scatology, he meant: tired, drained, bushed, worn-out, exhausted. Robin didn’t reply since he was watching Adam dancing; Adam wore a happy face while he moved to the music. He looked care-free and untroubled and beautiful. It didn’t matter that Adam was awkward and ungraceful – which Robin thought was charming – because very few of the dancing teens were very good. Robin suddenly sensed someone sidle up to him, out of the corner of his eye he realised it was Arthur and he’d been caught spying Adam. He didn’t mind that Art had noticed him though. Arthur put an arm around Robin and gave him a friendly squeeze. “You ok, buddy?” asked Arthur. “I’m fine,” Robin replied with a shrug. Arthur watched Adam too and then turned back to Robin. “You really care about him, don’t you?” Arthur asked. Robin was quiet, deciding how much he should say; Arthur had been a very supportive friend to Adam and a sympathetic associate to Robin. Robin considered him a friend now, which is why he confessed his true feelings. “I love him already…” Robin said – tearing his gaze away from Adam and looking at Arthur with peaceful smile; “I can’t help it.” Arthur was surprised – not that Robin felt that way but that he’d admitted it so easily. “Well my galvanised friend, I guess you found your heart,” Arthur said. Robin smiled, “And who are you, the wizard of Oz?” “You have no idea,” Arthur replied enigmatically. “You haven’t been avoiding me, have you?” Cameron asked Vincent. He’d sneaked off from the group to chance a conversation with his ex-lover. “Of course not, I’ve been putting out fires all night,” Vincent replied. Cameron was pretty sure the teacher was being metaphorical. “Stephen, thank fuck he’s leaving the school forever, Wyle tried to make Michelle Henman cry,” said Vincent – ticking it off on his finger. Michelle was a transitioning transgender girl and had faced a tough year from ignorant folks making tasteless jokes. “She kicked him in the balls with her high heels and I pretended not to notice because he’s a shit,” Vincent ticked off another finger. “Lootah spent half an hour puking and I had to hold his hair,” Vincent said of a boy of Native-Indian descent; “It smelled like he’d drank a brewery.” “I sent Micah home because of a panic attack,” Vincent added a fourth finger to the count. “And a cute boy thought I was avoiding him,” Vincent said at last. Cameron smiled, “Well I’m happy you set the record straight.” “Oh, you thought I was talking about you,” Vincent jested. Cameron laughed at that and then thought about why he had sought Vincent out. “Someone asked if I was single and I realised it sucks because I am,” Cameron explained. Cameron wanted to downplay what he was feeling but not being with Vincent made him realise how much he wanted to be with someone. Vincent and Cameron were never boyfriends, they were lovers but Cameron wanted Somebody To Love – or maybe it was just the DJ playing Queen. “I miss you a little bit,” Cameron admitted. Cameron missed not only Mr Wilson but also the power he once had; he missed having a submissive partner. Mr Wilson had changed his life that respect – given Cameron an understanding of the kind of relationship he wanted from his future. “I know,” Vincent said but didn’t explicitly reciprocate the sentiment. “Do you think… is this the last time I’m ever going to see you?” Cameron asked. “I don’t know,” Vincent confessed. After a pause he added, “I hope not.” In his heart Cameron knew the chances were they wouldn’t see each other again: and what for anyway? Vincent was dating Charlie now. Still, it was sad to admit the end had come. Every goodbye was the last goodbye. Especially this one. “Goodbye Mr Wilson,” Cameron said – offering his hand for the man to shake. Instead, the teacher put his arms around him and gave him a hug. “Call me Vincent,” he replied. “The night is coming to a close and we only have a few tracks left to play. We’ll give you all something nice and slow to dance to at the end,” said the DJ with sing-song Welsh accent. “But first, a big shout out to the nutter who has hardly left the dance floor tonight. Where are you?” Arthur was with Michelle and her friends, who pushed him towards the stage to catcalls, cheers and wolf whistles. Arthur had long disposed of his suit jacket and had rolled his sleeved up to expose his sexy arms – transparent spots on his shirt showed his toned physique and testified to how infrequently his two left feet had left the dance floor. “I’m told all this equal opportunity dancing has been to raise funds for a diversity club next year?” the DJ asked. “Yea,” Arthur replied. “Even though you won’t kocaeli escort bayan be at the school?” the DJ continued. “Yea,” Arthur agreed. “That’s very cool of you. Do you want to say anything about it?” he asked Arthur. “Sure. I’m glad everyone has enjoyed themselves tonight. Thank you if you’ve contributed to my sponsorship. The girls have all been great tonight… the boys… have been a bit shy,” Arthur joked. “Are you not totally shattered?” the DJ asked him. “Yup. Anyone want to tuck me into bed?” Arthur answered. There was an effusive response from volunteers (boys and girls) but Arthur ignored them and hopped off the stage to kiss Arlene. “That’s lovely,” the DJ said and kicked off another 90’s dance track. “Are you alright?” Robin asked Cameron after he returned to the table. Cameron thought about the hug with Vincent and the heavy loss it represented but he had other things on his mind too. “I’ll be fine,” Cameron replied. “By the way, I was talking to Arthur earlier.” “About what?” Robin asked. “Follow me,” replied Cameron with a smile and led him out of the function room. “My birthday was last week, the time for surprises was then,” Adam said. Arthur had hustled Adam out of the function room a few minutes after Cameron and Adam had left. “Surprises are only surprising if you don’t expect them,” replied Arthur who was fiddling about with his phone. “Are you going to have a naked man jump out of a cake?” Adam asked hopefully. “No. How about a girl with a strap-on?” Arthur asked. “I’m just gonna go back to the hall,” Adam said as he did an about turn. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding… she’s not inside a cake,” Arthur said. Adam laughed at the joke and as they walked down a corridor, Cameron passed them – he was walking in the opposite direction and heading back to the function room. “Nothing,” said Cameron guiltily. “We didn’t say anything,” Adam said – looking to Arthur for confirmation. Arthur nodded in agreement. “Oh, right. Bye.” “That was weird,” Adam commented. They stopped outside a door and Arthur said, “After you.” “My surprise is in here?” Adam asked. Arthur nodded. Adam opened the door and saw the most handsome man in the world. Robin smiled when he saw Adam – the expression lit up his face gloriously. Stepping into the room, Adam approached Robin and Arthur closed the door to give them privacy. The boys embraced intimately and Adam felt his heart quicken. They had both spent all night not being together and it felt wonderful to be united at last. “I’d hoped my dancing with all the boys might encourage you to dance together but I understand that it’s not that easy for you,” Arthur said. “I know neither of you want to come out.” “You snuck us in here so we could have a dance together?” Adam asked. Arthur shrugged modestly; “Luckily the DJ is using Bluetooth.” Arthur’s phone began to broadcast the sounds from the nearby function room – Feel It Still by Portugal The Man was just playing – and Robin put his hands on Adam’s hips, swaying to the music. “I’ll leave you guys to it,” Arthur said – leaving before either of them could articulate their thanks. “I’ll need to make it up to him,” Adam said. “How?” wondered Robin. “Maybe put a girl with a strap-on inside a cake,” Adam said. Adam laughed at his own joke and Robin wasn’t sure why it was funny but he laughed too. Through Arthur’s phone, they heard the DJ: “Ok folks, sorry to disappoint but we only have one song left. It’s from a while back but find someone to hold onto for this. This is for you all you lovers out there…” Adam and Robin held hands and stepped close together, shuffling and swaying. The song was Daniel Bedingfield, If You’re Not the One, and felt like it might have been written just for them. {{If you’re not the one, Then why does my soul feel glad, today? If you’re not the one, Then why does my hand fit yours, this way?}} Adam and Robin looked at each other’s hands, fingers entwined, before slipping into a more traditional dancing position; Robin took the lead, his left hand on Adam’s hip and right hand in Adam’s left hand. {{I never know what the future brings, But I know you are here with me now, We’ll make it through, And I hope you are the one I share my life with.}} It was a nice thought – being together with someone you love forever. But the “L” word still wasn’t something either of them had said yet. They both felt it though, right? {{…And I hope you are the one I share my life with, And I wish that you could be the one I die with, And I pray in you’re the one I build my home with, I hope I love you all my life.}} Both boys had struggled to get to a place in their lives where they could feel like this and it felt special that they had found each other. Love all of one’s life seemed like too much to hope for, but at that moment it seemed possible. {{I don’t want to run away but I can’t take it, I don’t understand. If I’m not made for you then why does my heart tell me that I am? Is there any way that I can stay in your arms?}} Adam tucked himself into Robin’s arms, his head resting contentedly on Robin’s shoulder; they moved to the song, letting all the trouble that had followed or befallen them over the last months fall away. Both boys were content in the other’s arms and knew this would be a special moment for them; come what may. {{…If I’m not made for you then why does my heart tell me that I am? Is there any way that I can stay in your arms?}} As the song ended, Adam and Robin took their time to separate and when they did, they still didn’t let go. “Will you stay with me tonight?” Adam asked Robin. “I want you to take me home,” Robin replied; “And never let me go.” Adam returned the phone to Arthur and hugged his best friend. Robin whispered thanks to Cameron for delivering him into the surprise. They left attempting to look casual and no-one noticed they were leaving together – except for Arlene who had come to sit on Arthur’s lap and give him a cuddle. “So Adam… he’s totally gay, right?” she asked. Cameron and Kieran went still and were unsure what Arthur would say of his best friend’s secret. Ben was cuddling Rupert but his curiosity was piqued by the question. “Totally gay… as opposed to part-time gay?” Arthur asked. “Part-time gays don’t get fashion sense or sass. Hardly worth it when you think about it,” Arlene bantered. “You’re so tactful,” Arthur said sarcastically but he had a pleased smile on his face; “Adam is just Adam.” “If it’s a secret, that’s cool. I figure if it wasn’t a secret, people would know about it… I’m not going to tell anyone,” she said. Arthur gave her a peck on the cheek. “But they are bumming each other though, right?” Arlene asked indelicately. “Right, I’m taking tact off of your list of skills,” Arthur told her. Adam and Robin took a taxi back to Adam’s home. His dad would be out would be out of the house, it was closer than Robin’s flat and they wanted to be together now. Robin had already decided tonight was the night he wanted to lose his virginity and Adam was the man he wanted to be with. Robin and Adam held hands the whole way and kissed, only a few times, but Robin noticed the taxi driver looking at them in his rear-view mirror. Not in a pervy way and he didn’t seem disapproving but still Robin felt watched. “Have fun, boys,” said the taxi driver and with a genuine smile he drove off as they headed inside. The house was quiet and they were alone at last. The heat and romance from their dance had cooled slightly and they stood in the dark hall, wavering over how to continue. Adam kicked off his shoes and hung up his suit jacket on the coat rack; Robin copied and slowly stepped towards Adam. In the wane light, Robin thought Adam looked gorgeous; his brilliant white shirtsleeves against the dark olive tan of his skin. Adam was appreciating Robin in the same way – his fair-skinned lover lit only by the moonlight coming in through the window of the door behind him. Becoming close again made Robin and Adam’s hearts race – they were nervous but excited. Robin’s lips touched Adam’s and his hands went to Adam’s hips; Adam put his arms around Robin, his hands resting behind Robin’s neck while they continued to taste each other. “We should go up to my room. It’s soft,” Adam said. “I’m soft,” Robin replied – gently kissing Adam’s lips. “I think I can help that,” Adam replied. Adam gave Robin a squeeze between the legs and Robin moaned gratefully. They could both feel the swell in Adam’s hands; heat was flowing back into all the right places and the desire to be horizontal was a powerful one. “Take me,” Robin told Adam – offering his hand to be held. Adam took the proffered hand and led the way; first to the foot of the stairs and then up, around the banister and towards his room. Their socked feet made no noise on the shag pile carpet – the only sound was the screaming desire to be together. Adam turned on a lamp in his room, setting the mood with low lights and wide eyed expectation. “You know, I take my clothes off for a living,” Robin reminded Adam. “This sounds promising,” Adam replied – relishing the suggestion of Robin stripping off. “I promise to make you happy,” Robin replied. “Show me.” Robin pulled the knot free from his tie and cast it aside… When Robin wore his Teen Titan mask, there was majesty to his performance; he could take his time, tease and entrance his audience. Bereft of that mask, it was difficult not to rush to the finale. Robin, swayed his hips as he opened his trousers and revealed black briefs; then he opened his white shirt all the way to expose his flawless chest that could have been sculpted out of play-doh for all Adam cared. Robin’s improbably desirable body was not the reason for Adam’s attraction. But it was a plus. Robin slipped the shirt off his shoulders while arching his back and the shirt fell to the floor. Robin pushed Adam gently so he fell onto the bed and then Robin faced Adam, grinding into his lover’s lap. Robin had lap danced only a handful of times at The Fourth nightclub but this was by far the most pleasurable occurrence to date. Adam touched Robin’s bare arms and stroked his smooth chest and only when Adam’s hands got too close to the big prize did Robin back away. Robin showed his back while slipping his trousers down – revealing his buttocks wrapped in small briefs that barely concealed his gluts. The trousers inevitably fell and Robin worked his feet free, losing his socks in the process. When Robin turned back, it was to unveil his full glory – now dressed only in briefs and with a penis that was not flaccid. It had a few inches left to grow, but his cock was making a good effort of pushing its way free. As his cock expanded to six inches, pushing into the pouch of the briefs, the waistband was pulled down to show his short pubes and the root of his penis. “You know, even if you didn’t look like and underwear model, I would still want you…” Adam said. Robin sat sideways on Adam’s lap, his legs over both of Adam’s while he turned his face to kiss Adam once again. “…Because I adore who you are,” Adam concluded. “I’m sorry for all the time we’ve missed together. If I’d figured out how I felt earlier, maybe…” Robin started to say. “It all worked kocaeli escort out in the end,” Adam interrupted; “Everything that happened made us who we are. And I like who I am thanks to you.” “I like who you are too,” Robin replied. “I’m a better person now, the best version of myself thanks to you… I’d never have realised that was possible without Teen Titan,” Adam admitted. Robin felt the need to tell Adam not to be so hard on himself, that feeling guilty about who he used to be wasn’t necessary, that he didn’t need to change for anyone but himself; but he resisted this urge because he knew Adam was exorcising his soul. “All this started with Teen Titan and you,” Robin agreed. “And now look at us. It’s been a long road getting here… but it was worth the wait.” Robin gave Adam a few seconds to see if there was anything else his conscience had to say but Adam seemed satisfied. Robin reached for Adam’s shirt and began to unbutton it. With that done, he reached for Adam’s neck. “I really like your tie,” Robin commented. Adam chuckled, amused that a few hours ago that had been such a big worry and now hardly seemed to matter. Adam and Robin kissed, while the shirt and tie came off and soon Adam was left with his trousers and socks only. Robin removed himself from Adam’s lap and crouched down to pull off the socks. Adam’s feet were warm, the veins pumping hot blood – it was good to know hot blood was pumping down there but Robin wanted it pumping somewhere else which is why he reached for Adam’s belt. The belt came off and the trousers were opened and Adam lifted his bum for Robin pull them down and off. Now they were both naked except for their briefs. “Stand up for a minute,” Adam asked almost in whisper. There was no need for the sotto voice – they were alone – but the ambience seemed to demand it. Robin stood up, his briefs bulging and straining. Adam reached for Robin’s hips and slipped the front of the briefs down – his cock spring free, proudly erect and weeping. It was big and hot, throbbing and hard and jumping as Robin contracted his bulbospongiosus – making his cock leap and dance tantalisingly in Adam’s face. Adam took the bait, leaning in to kiss the hot head, and was rewarded with a sticky sweet taste on his lips. Adam reached for the briefs again and slowly pulled them down to Robin’s knees. He paused there – savouring the vision of Robin naked and exposed – and the slid them farther down until they hit the floor at Robin’s feet. Robin stepped out of them and gave his hard-on a few strokes, giving it loving attention and imagining shooting in Adam’s surprised face. However, Robin resisted the urge to climax now. Instead, Robin tucked his hand under Adam’s chin and lifted his face so their eyes met. Adam stood and they kissed – hot and wet and loving and excited. When they stopped to breath Robin dropped to his knees and put his lips to Adam’s cock. It was still wrapped in its cotton container, but Robin kissed it through the briefs and could taste the sweat and pre-cum leaking through the fabric. A fat bead of pre-cum stained the briefs, seeping through the fabric and emerging like a milky blob on the other side. Robin took a hold of Adam’s briefs but didn’t pull them down quite yet – he kissed Adam’s abdomen where it met the waistband, teasing himself and Adam towards the main event. At last, at long last, Robin pulled down the briefs and gazed at the cock that was about to penetrate him. Robin had had sex with others – just Adam actually – but he had never had a penis inside him. He was excited and nervous and anticipating the glorious moment. Robin had played with his hole – inserting a finger or three – and cleaned himself up for ass-play but he had never bent over and taken… “Are you ready?” Adam asked. While Robin had stood up and daydreamed through his sexual miasma, Adam had got off his bed and pulled on a condom. Robin couldn’t not look at the wrapped parcel – the featherlite condom was almost invisible and Robin could see the mushroom head and the veins along the shaft. “I’m ready,” Robin replied. Robin bent over the bed and spread his legs. Adam approached and spoke softly; “I’m going to put a finger in to lube you up and relax you. If you need me to stop, just say so.” Robin was touched by the sensitivity Adam showed him – by the time he had fucked Adam for the first time, Adam had long since lost his virginity. Robin was pleased that Adam appreciated it was a big moment for him and he needed to feel safe. Robin felt Adam’s finger slide up and down his crack, an exciting sensation occurred every time the lubed finger passed over the hole. Adam began to spend more time over the hole, circling it with his finger and the pressing his finger tip against the sphincter. Gently, Adam eased the finger where it probed the interior until if found a spot Robin seemed to enjoy. Adam had pointed his finger towards Robin’s belly, following the inner lining of the anus and coming to rest on the button sized lump of pleasure. Adam pressed it and felt Robin react so he alternated continuous and then intermittent pressure to get Robin revved up for the next part. Adam pulled his finger out and took a grip of his cock. “I’m going in, are you ready?” asked Adam. “Yes. Oh yes,” Robin answered. Adam touched his cock against the precious ring and started to push. Robin tensed, gripping the bed sheets and Adam paused until Robin was ready to take more. Adam could feel the head of his cock spread the anal sphincter which tried to close tight again around the fat tube of muscle making its way inside. Robin let out a moan that sounded quite satisfied, so Adam pressed deeper – entering slowly but gliding in thanks to the lube and the condom so thin he almost felt unprotected. Robin moaned again and Adam could not suppress his own as the sensations though his penis grew. Robin reached around to spread his ass and Adam pushed his dick all the way inside; pushed to the hilt, Adam then pulled back and started to slowly create a rhythm. Robin was finally relaxing, Adam could feel the tension around the shaft of his cock ease just slightly as Robin accommodated the long fat boner filling his ass. Adam aimed for the special spot and pressed it in much the same fashion as he had with his finger. His cock was less precise but he could tell when he was pressing on Robin’s prostate because his boyfriend was rocking his ass into Adam’s groin to increase the pressure. They worked together, Adam pulling and pushing while Robin humped the edge of the bed that he was bent over. Robin looked over his shoulder, hot and bothered, and smiled. “Can we change position? I want to look at you while you…” Robin wasn’t sure how to finish the sentence without sounding silly or crass. While you fuck me. Adam knew what Robin was asking. He pulled his cock all the way out and helped Robin to stand – having been bent over the bed, Robin needed a moment to compose himself. Adam took that moment to kiss Robin’s lips and then nibble his earlobe. Robin’s skin was hot and when Adam liked his neck, the taste was salty and alluring. When Robin was ready he sat on the edge of the bed, legs over the edge, and lay back. Robin’s hole emerged as his legs opened and Adam stepped between them. Adam held his dick steady as he pushed it against the tight ring of muscle again and renegotiated his entry. As he slid in deep, Adam watched Robin in all his glory; naked, spread-eagled, glistening, his chest on display and his nibbled in great demand of a lick or suck. Robin watched Adam as he pushed in again and pulled out, his cock revealing itself as if by magic and the tidy black mass of pubes above Adam’s erection was like a nest. Adam pushed his cock in again, finding the right spot to send new currents of pleasure through Robin’s body. Robin never knew it could feel like this – immense and glorious sensations. Adam reached over Robin and took a hold of his cock, jerking it as best he could while also working on penetrating. Robin soon took a grip of his own rock hard penis and jerked it. He was delighted with the changes in sensation in his dick as well – his prostate and his penis working in tandem to bring new pleasures to the fold. Adam was deeply aroused and energized by the activity but he was getting close to cumming now. He almost didn’t want it to end. “I’m not sure how much longer I can hold this,” Adam said breathlessly. Robin licked his lips and wiped his brow with the back of his hand – as he did so, Adam’s attention was drawn to Robin’s bicep and his armpit and the subtle flex of his pectoral. Adam could have gazed at Robin forever in that moment. “Don’t hold back. I’ll race you,” Robin said gleefully. Robin’s hand slid up and down the rigid pole of his cock and Adam worked to glide his cock inside Robin’s ass to bring himself to climax. It was Robin who came first – but he had a cock pounding his prostate. The result was magnificent – and messy. Cum shot over Robin’s shoulder in a fast, liquidly discharge that decorated Adam’s headboard. The next shots were better aimed, staining Robin’s upper chest and then pooling in his abdomen but dribbling along his hips onto the bed. Adam came too, his mess better contained inside the condom. He kept pumping for a minute, but he was tired out now. Adam pulled himself free, feeling a satisfied ache in his balls from the volume of cum he’d shot, and tied up the condom. Adam put his hands on Robin’s knee as he leaned over him to kiss the cum drenched abdomen and chest. Adam paid attention to those tantalising nipples while he was there. Once Adam had lapped up all the cum he could manage, he crawled up Robin’s body until he was face to face with his lover and his mouth was still full of cum. Robin nodded and lifted his head to meet Adam in the middle. Snowballing the mouthful of jizz until it was swallowed between the couple. The kissing didn’t stop and eventually, Adam eased himself on top of Robin so they humped each other while kissing. They felt like they’d spent a weeks’ worth of cock juice, but they were still not soft and they were both still satisfied to explore and excite. Adam rolled over first, landing on the bed beside Robin and then shuffling up so he could rest his head on a pillow. Robin joined him and Adam freed a sheet with which to cover them. They lay face to face, caressing gently and affectionately and sleepily. They kept each other warm – closing the gap, just like they had last week – and tangled in arms and legs until they were one. Adam wanted to do it again – so did Robin but they were in a phase of contentment and the time for passion and excitement could wait and hour or two. “Wow. Adam, that was really… special to me,” Robin said. “It was special to me too,” Adam admitted. They had made love and Adam felt it in his heart – so did Robin. What had happened was wonderful and the perfect end to the night; the perfect end to a long struggle for each of them to reach this place in each other’s lives. As Robin had said just a short while ago: a long road getting here, but it was worth the wait. They lay in affectionate embrace, peaceful and content. Adam reached up to stroke the side of Robin’s face with his hand, lost in every feature of his beautiful face. “I love you, Robin.” Robin’s serene expression barely changed and Adam feared he had not been heard or that his boyfriend was already asleep but then Robin opened his eyes. He leaned in and kissed Adam ever so softly on the lips. “I love you too, Adam. I love you.”
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