WHAT MAKES A FAMILY BY: Julien
This story is 100% fictional and is by no means depictive of the life of any person, place or thing. It contains sexual activities between males and should only be read if it is legal to do so in your area. Read at your own risk and enjoy. Comments are welcomed at juniorj009@gmail.com and would be very much appreciated. ENJOY!
This will be a short mini series of sort. Comments are always appreciated. Thanks. J. All this and my other stories can be found on my new site: https://sites.google.com/site/jjsstorycafe/
James
`Jesus....what the fuck was that?' was the only thought that my mind kept returning to. I mean, in the back of my head, I had always thought that he would eventually move on but shit, actually seeing him with....seeing him hugged up with some guy...shit...it left my head spinning. And the minute I walked back into the party, I knew that I was radiating pain, anger and a general fuck off attitude, which was no doubt why David had walked up to me and asked me what was wrong.
I shook my head before responding, as if that simple gesture would take those images out of my head and make everything miraculously better, "Nada. You ready to cut the cake?"
I was hoping that by making this moment all about him would in essence be taking the spotlight off of me and back where it belonged, on the birthday boy. But David was not one to be easily fooled. He took my by the arm and pulled me in the direction of the bathroom, pulling me inside and locking the door behind us.
"James...dad...what's the matter? You look as if you're gonna pass out or something." His words were shaky, no doubt reflecting the inner turmoil that he probably felt inside. And at that moment, all I wanted to do was to hold him in my arms and tell him that everything was going to be ok. But the truth of the matter was this, things could and probably would not ever be ok again. But I didn't say any of that to David. Tonight was all about him and my kid deserved to be happy.
"I'm cool David, just felt lightheaded for a minute, decided to step out for some air, and I'm feeling much better." And as if an afterthought, I added, "when did you turn into the parent."
He smiled at my comment and dug his hands into his pockets before responding with,
"since always, you know you would fall apart without me to keep shit together."
And even though he said it in a joking manner, deep down, I knew he was right. This kid....no, hold up....this adult across from me was the reason that my shit was together, even now. Seeing how strong he could be, I had no choice but to follow his lead.
I found that despite what had just transpired, I was able to laugh at his comment, even though on the inside, I felt like shit.
"you're probably right too. But we should probably get outta here so that you, young man, can get back to your hoards of female admirers."
At my comment, he blushed and reached up to run a hand through his hair.
"Yeah, well, what can I say, pimpin ain't easy."
And with that, we both broke down into a fit of laughter, and I found the earlier tension that I had felt, slowly began to release itself from my body. And looking over at David, I realized that in some ways, he was right. He really was the glue that was holding us all together. He was the main reason why I had probably stuck it out with Neil for so long and why in the back recess of my mind, I had the faintest notion of maybe giving this relationship another shot...up until I saw Neil and his... whoever the fuck he was, going at it. But I wasn't going to allow myself to think of any of that, not now anyway.
"Ok smart ass. Go do your thing." And with those final words, I unlocked the bathroom door, pushed it open and walked out, with David trailing behind me.
NEIL This was bad, this was bad, this was bad. That was what I kept repeating to myself as I made my way down from the roof with Tim close behind. I felt as if I'd been struck with a bolt of lightning. As if my insides had liquefied, turning into jelly, bringing with it that perpetual queziness that one might get from pulling an all night liquor binge. And if Tim had noticed anything, he didn't say.
"...so, are you coming back tonight to keep me company or am I gonna have to call up my five fingered friend?"
There was so much mirth in his words that I felt guilty at the thoughts that were running through my head.
"I don't know. I have papers to grade and we'll....i'll probably be taking David down to the dealership to look at some cars."
All of this was said with my back presented to him which was probably why I flinched when I felt gentle hands touch my shoulder and turn me around. The look in his eyes was one of admiration and of love. There was no mistaking that. I had shared that look so many times with....well, I knew the signs. And looking at Tim looking at me like that, I knew that I didn't deserve this man.
He placed both his hands on my cheeks and gently pulled my face towards his, planting a kiss firmly on lips, before opening his own and using his tongue as a bargaining chip, to gain access to mine. And as much as I wanted to pull away, I just couldn't. We must have stood that way for a good five minutes before the incessant beeping of his pager broke the mood. He pulled away from me with a sheepish grin and looked down at the instrument attached to his hip before unhinging it and pulling it towards him.
"Gotta head over to the hospital." He stated before looking up at me and leaning in for a quick kiss before continuing with, "but I hope to see you and that sexy ass of yours later." The smile that plagued his lips left no doubt in my mind, what he hoped we would do when we met up.
"Ok doc. Go make the world a less crazy place." And before I could over think it, I leaned in and kissed him before pushing him towards the elevator. As he walked further away from me, I let out a sigh and turned down the hall, heading towards my fate.
DAVID As the DJ started to slow the music down, I disengaged myself from the girl I was dancing with and walked over to the bar. I was thirsty as hell and hot to boot. A little space would probably do me some good. As I sat down, I took the opportunity to do a full 360 sweep of the room. I couldn't wrap my mind around the fact that all of this, the DJ, the catering, the gifts, the people, all of this, was for me. Not that I was a popular kid. I mean half of my high school probably couldn't pick me out of a crowd, and the other half, lets say that if they could pick me, they probably wouldn't have a clue what my name was. This didn't mean that I was a nobody either but all this, this wasn't like anything that I had ever experienced before. I had girls begging me to dance with them and my friends, boy oh boy, the fucking jealous looks on their faces gave me that extra boost of confidence that I didn't have enough opportunities to get. But all of this, all of it paled in comparison to having my dads together, celebrating with me. Well they weren't together together, in fact, I hadn't seen them say two words to each other since the night began but still, they were in the same room at the same time and not arguing. That to me was progress. I was hoping that at some point I could get the both of them together for a family picture but at the moment, that was looking iffy. I hadn't seen my dad in over half an hour and James seemed to be lost in thought every time I looked over at him. And it was as if my sixth sense was telling me that something was off.
"David, you enjoying yourself?"
I jumped at the sudden intrusion of the voice behind me but quickly regained my composure once I realized it was my dad.
"Yeah, I'm having an awesome time, thanks dad." I leaned into him and circled a hand around his waist.
"Anything for my baby boy." He whispered, encasing my shoulders with one arm while planting a quick kiss on top of my head.
And I know that I probably should have been embarrassed but strangely enough, I wasn't. I was gonna miss all this affection when I went away to college.
"Dad." I started and stopped, looking up at him from my seated position.
"Hmm."
"Would it be cool if you, me and James took a couple pictures together?" I never doubted that he would say no but still, I thought it best to ask. "Uh...it's cool with me. You wanna do that now or...." His voice was drowned out by the DJ announcing that it was time to cut the cake. I felt a mad rush of people step up to me, grabbing my arm and pulling me towards the make shift stage that held the DJ and his equipment. I felt many congradulatory slaps on the back followed by words such as happy birthday bro' and killer part, dude', before I was escorted on stage by a very attractive brunette, holding a microphone.
"So David, I heard today is your 17th birthday." Her voice was low and seductive and I found myself getting aroused.
"Uh....yeah."
"Well birthday boy, I've got a little gift for you." And before I could respond, a chair appeared from out of nowhere and before I knew what was happening, I was pushed into it and blindfolded. Now to say that I probably turned 10 shades of red was an understatement. I could feel my dick straining against my briefs and was grateful that I forwent the dockers, instead choosing to wear baggy jeans. But there was no time to think too deeply on my present situation as a countdown began.
"...10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, Happy Birthday!!!!!!" And as the crowed launched into a singing of the birthday song, I felt the blindfold being removed and my eyes were greeted by sparklers embed in one of the largest cakes that I had ever seen. It was in the shape of corvette and written in chocolate icing were the words : Happy 17th Birthday David...What a sweet ride it has been!
"Well birthday boy, it's time for you to open this bad boy up." And with that, she handed me the handle of a knife. I stuck it in the center of the cake and slowly brought the blade down until it was out of view. A barrage of cheering greeted me just as the brunette leaned down and kissed my check before whispering `happy birthday sweetheart' in my ear. I felt my body heat shoot up 10 degrees and had to readjust myself. Looking to my right, I saw as James and my dad came up on stage and stood beside me. The DJ stopped the music and quiet descended over the crowd.
My dad was the first to speak, "David, son, wow...I can't believe you're 17. I remember when you were first born and I brought you home from the hospital. How tiny and fragile you were. I held you in my arms and made a promise to you that I would do everything in my power to take care of you, to love you, to see you succeed, to see you through to adulthood. Well, that time is rapidly approaching and David, I couldn't be more proud of you than I am now. Happy birthday." And with that, he leaned down to embrace me.
"Thanks Dad." I whispered, holding on to his waist for a brief second before letting go. I could see James looking down at me, smiling, before his eyes passed over dad, displaying a look that i couldn't describe, coming across his face for a split second before he cleared his throat, prompting my dad to release me and stand back up, moving away from James -- way away from James.
"David, kid, you came into my life like a freakin tornado or something. You came along and everything I thought I knew, everything that I thought I wanted to know went up and out the window. You destroyed my life as it was kid!" His sense of humor was infectious and the crowd started chuckling right along with him. He held up his hand and they quieted once again,
"But my life changed for the better. You made me a better man David. You made me grow up and readjust my priorities. And today son, it's all about you. Happy Birthday David."
He reached over and pulled me up from the chair and into his arms. I gripped his waist as if my life depended on it and rested my head on his shoulder and away from the crowd. Tears threatened to escape but I fought them back. We pulled apart just as the DJ started up the music again and the crowd started to dance.
"When the party winds down, your dad and I have a gift for you" he whispered in my ear before walking off the stage and disappearing into the crowd.
For the rest of the night, I danced with my friends, filled up on cake and food and got a shitload of numbers from girls, many of whom in the past, would not have given me the time of day. At around 2AM the crowd had started to thin out and by 3AM, when the DJ had packed up and the caterers and wait staff had cleared away the food, the loft was empty except for me, dad and James. And to say that tension was in the air was an understatement. I mean at no point were they more than 25 feet away from each other and they still managed to avoid looking at and speaking to one another. This was most definitely not how I wanted to end my party so I decided to say something.
"James, dad, can I talk to both of you for a minute." I tried to keep the whinny quality out of my voice as I said it, without much success. They both stopped what they were doing and walked towards me, still keeping a hefty distance between them. James was the first to reach my side, and put his hand on my shoulder.
"What's up kid?"
When my dad walked up to us with his hands deeply embedded in his pockets, I started to speak.
"I just wanted to thank you guys for this party. It was more than I had hoped for and I had a crazy, good time. I know that I've been acting like a little shit this year and....well....I uh....I wanted to say I'm sorry for all the shit that I put you both through. You didn't deserve that from me." I felt my throat begin to go dry so I stopped talking.
"It's ok David..." my dad started and stopped as I held up my hand, signaling to him that I wasn't finished.
"No...it's not. I messed up and I made things harder then they needed to be. I don't want to be the reason that you guys don't talk anymore."
James looked at me with a perplexed look on his face, "is that what you think David? That you're the reason that we broke up?"
When I didn't answer, he continued,
"Listen to me and listen to me good ok. Your dad and I were having issues way before all that shit went down with you and school. Our relationship has nothing to do with you. Our breakup has nothing to do with you. This was not your fault. You get that, don't you David?"
I didn't really but nodded anyway.
"I know you're bummed that we split and I'm sorry that we couldn't make it work but it happens David. It happens all the time and you'll get through this." James' words sounded hollow to my ears and frankly I didn't want to hear him talk about things not being able to work because according to my grandma, things could work if they worked on it. Breakups weren't always final. And it was as if months of frustration finally let itself out.
"Have you tried to fix it? Have both of you even tried to fix anything? Or is our family not worth fixing? James, my dad still loves you, you know that, don't you? He may not come out an say it but I can tell..."
"David....stop it." My dads' voice was drowned out by my own words as come hell or high water,I was gonna get my two cents in.
"And dad, James hasn't been with anybody since you guys broke up. That has to count for something, right? I think if you guys gave it a try, you could work it out."
James sighed, never removing his hand from my shoulder, "David, it's not that simple ok. You'll understand when you get older and you start to have adult relationships of your own. It takes more than wanting to make it work, to make it work."
"Like what?" I asked. But my answer never came as the three of us turned to the front door as we heard a key turn in the lock and a mere moment later, my dad's boyfriend walk in.
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Thanks for reading. Other stories of mine include:
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