Escaping Perfect
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Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
26
Views:
6,920
Reviews:
50
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
1
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Chapter 11
Sorry for the wait.
Disclaimer: These characters are mine. All characters are above the age of consent (18).
Chapter 10
Sunlight was just beginning to spill into the sleeping home. As Warren closed the front door, he wondered if his parents had come back yet. He climbed the stairs as silently as possible with one hand wrapped around his duffle bag and the other clutched his gear. There’d be parties later in the day, mostly at night when the bond fires could burn brightest.
He stopped outside of Colby’s room. Warren hoped his family was back. The night before had been filled with the elation of victory and thoughts of Jace, but in the moments when he wasn’t thinking of the other boy, his thoughts were absorbed by wishing he could have more time with his little brother. He’d show his brother how to throw the perfect pass and maybe, just maybe Colby would be happy with all that his older brother could share with him.
The door to his parent’s room was open. His parents laid together in silence and in slumbering bliss. A slight pang popped off in his stomach as if Warren had swallowed a firecracker. He crept into his room, dropping his gear and his bag. He was exhausted from such a hard fought game and what felt like an even longer ride home.
As Warren fell into bed, he allowed his body to just feel, feel the aches and twinges from the night before. A low throb below his belly hadn’t been resolved yet, but he had a feeling that it would be before the end of this day
***
Jace was awake and for intent purposes, the embodiment of wide-eyed and bushy tailed. Standing in an empty kitchen with a steamy mug of coffee in hand, Jace gazed out of the curtained kitchen window at the back yard and the serene scene of a cool winter’s morning; fingers loosened around the quickly scribbled note from his mother.
His mother was once again in route to another lecturing gig, leaving him with the run of the house and the governing of himself as his sole responsibilities. As Jace settled a little deeper against the counter, watching the big swing set up in the back yard, he realized his freedom would be slightly more limited if she knew—knew about a current boyfriend. She wasn’t unfair in her speech from a few years back when Jace began to notice the real differences between the sexes, attraction wise that is, by saying that boys were would get you into trouble, be you girl or boy, that was interested. He knew she was speaking partially from example. Luckily, that was one thing he didn’t need to worry about.
Looking at the swing, then glancing about the kitchen, there were memories here. Many memories of moments shared with Warren. Sure, he’d been reluctant at first, thinking this was nothing more than a experiment; one which Warren was only carrying out with him, because he was the only recognizably gay guy Warren knew for sure. Now, his head as well as his heart told him otherwise.
What he felt for Warren was of the same intensity captured in his photographs. So many levels of emotion, each becoming more visceral the farther you looked.
Listening to Warren the night before—had been a dream and a bit of a nightmare. A nightmare because things could always come tumbling down, leaving him with a broken heart and a stack of painful photographs as the reminder of their relationship gone badly or sour. It was also a dream, because it was him and Warren and every word out of Warren’s mouth conveyed just how much he was missed. Warren said things in the way that Jace actually felt them.
Standing in the empty kitchen, Jace wondered if maybe it was about time he, too, started saying the things he actually felt.
***
Overly bright glare of the afternoon sun cut across the room in long fingers, crawling over Warren’s face with warm energy. He tossed and turned, gradually surfacing from the deeps of sleep.
The tinkering sound of his cell phone fully roused him. A hand shout out, creeping across the surface of the bedside table. His hand flopped back and forward like a fish .
“—ello?”
An airy chuckle. “Are you up? I’m already to celebrate with you--” Jace cooed on the other end.
A shot of caffeine in the arm, Warren sat up with a smile and a renewed stirring in his lap. “I’m up for celebrating. I think I’m very well rested,” he laughed “and up for celebrating.”
“There’s JD’s party. I could meet you there and maybe later we could do something afterwards?” Jace kept in mind Warren’s social obligations and seemed to know how to work around them.
“They’ll be other parties. If you aren’t busy, I’d rather celebrate with you.” Warren nearly whispered. His sudden shyness making itself apparent.
Over the phone, a sharp hiss of breath filled Warren’s ear. “My mom left for another seminar. She’s speaking at some universities for the rest of the week…I could get some pizza and we could hang out. Or celebrate.”
“I’m sure we can think of something to do.” Warren felt his cheeks flush. His words were more innuendo laden than he intended, hopefully Jace wouldn’t be offended.
“I like that idea.” What that a purr? Yes, it was a purr.
He was steps away from the door. “Warr--”
“Yeah?”
“I…” Jace began and stopped. “—Your pictures turned out nicely. Probably the best ones I have taken this year.” From knowing Jace, Warren was sure this was not what he wanted to say.
Warren sat up in his bed, sheets pooling down to his feet as he pulled up his knees to his chest. “Something on your mind, photoboy.”
A beat passed and Warren waited. Only Jace’s breath remained steady. “ Nevermind.” Jace said exasperated.
Concern creased Warren’s brow. He wiped the sleep from the corners of his eyes with one hand and used the other to guide the other to the cradle of his shoulder. “Come on. Just ask me.”
“Are you serious…I know you already told me that this wasn’t a phase for you, but I need—I want to make sure.”
“I promise it’s not.”
“There’s just so much for you out there and I have to wonder if you’ll come to your senses and see that. “
Warren scrubbed his face with an open palm. This wasn’t the type of conversation Warren had anticipated upon waking up the morning after a miraculous national championship win. “It’s over Jace--” On the other end there was a startled gasp, “I’m done with football and no matter what happens you will never be an experiment. You’re everything but…you’re an absolute certainty.”
Jace chewed his bottom lip absently. A slick gnawing sound filled Warren’s ear as he waited. He was hoping for something good, anything good. “I get it now. I promise.” The need to hold a camera had never been so great. Just to open and close the shutter compulsively was enough to give Jace some room to be calm.
“ How about this…” Warren began. “I can meet you at JD party and later on, we can settle things, you know, one on one.”
“Sure.” The smile was evident in the voice.
“Alright then.” Crisis averted for moment, at least
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Disclaimer: These characters are mine. All characters are above the age of consent (18).
Chapter 10
Sunlight was just beginning to spill into the sleeping home. As Warren closed the front door, he wondered if his parents had come back yet. He climbed the stairs as silently as possible with one hand wrapped around his duffle bag and the other clutched his gear. There’d be parties later in the day, mostly at night when the bond fires could burn brightest.
He stopped outside of Colby’s room. Warren hoped his family was back. The night before had been filled with the elation of victory and thoughts of Jace, but in the moments when he wasn’t thinking of the other boy, his thoughts were absorbed by wishing he could have more time with his little brother. He’d show his brother how to throw the perfect pass and maybe, just maybe Colby would be happy with all that his older brother could share with him.
The door to his parent’s room was open. His parents laid together in silence and in slumbering bliss. A slight pang popped off in his stomach as if Warren had swallowed a firecracker. He crept into his room, dropping his gear and his bag. He was exhausted from such a hard fought game and what felt like an even longer ride home.
As Warren fell into bed, he allowed his body to just feel, feel the aches and twinges from the night before. A low throb below his belly hadn’t been resolved yet, but he had a feeling that it would be before the end of this day
***
Jace was awake and for intent purposes, the embodiment of wide-eyed and bushy tailed. Standing in an empty kitchen with a steamy mug of coffee in hand, Jace gazed out of the curtained kitchen window at the back yard and the serene scene of a cool winter’s morning; fingers loosened around the quickly scribbled note from his mother.
His mother was once again in route to another lecturing gig, leaving him with the run of the house and the governing of himself as his sole responsibilities. As Jace settled a little deeper against the counter, watching the big swing set up in the back yard, he realized his freedom would be slightly more limited if she knew—knew about a current boyfriend. She wasn’t unfair in her speech from a few years back when Jace began to notice the real differences between the sexes, attraction wise that is, by saying that boys were would get you into trouble, be you girl or boy, that was interested. He knew she was speaking partially from example. Luckily, that was one thing he didn’t need to worry about.
Looking at the swing, then glancing about the kitchen, there were memories here. Many memories of moments shared with Warren. Sure, he’d been reluctant at first, thinking this was nothing more than a experiment; one which Warren was only carrying out with him, because he was the only recognizably gay guy Warren knew for sure. Now, his head as well as his heart told him otherwise.
What he felt for Warren was of the same intensity captured in his photographs. So many levels of emotion, each becoming more visceral the farther you looked.
Listening to Warren the night before—had been a dream and a bit of a nightmare. A nightmare because things could always come tumbling down, leaving him with a broken heart and a stack of painful photographs as the reminder of their relationship gone badly or sour. It was also a dream, because it was him and Warren and every word out of Warren’s mouth conveyed just how much he was missed. Warren said things in the way that Jace actually felt them.
Standing in the empty kitchen, Jace wondered if maybe it was about time he, too, started saying the things he actually felt.
***
Overly bright glare of the afternoon sun cut across the room in long fingers, crawling over Warren’s face with warm energy. He tossed and turned, gradually surfacing from the deeps of sleep.
The tinkering sound of his cell phone fully roused him. A hand shout out, creeping across the surface of the bedside table. His hand flopped back and forward like a fish .
“—ello?”
An airy chuckle. “Are you up? I’m already to celebrate with you--” Jace cooed on the other end.
A shot of caffeine in the arm, Warren sat up with a smile and a renewed stirring in his lap. “I’m up for celebrating. I think I’m very well rested,” he laughed “and up for celebrating.”
“There’s JD’s party. I could meet you there and maybe later we could do something afterwards?” Jace kept in mind Warren’s social obligations and seemed to know how to work around them.
“They’ll be other parties. If you aren’t busy, I’d rather celebrate with you.” Warren nearly whispered. His sudden shyness making itself apparent.
Over the phone, a sharp hiss of breath filled Warren’s ear. “My mom left for another seminar. She’s speaking at some universities for the rest of the week…I could get some pizza and we could hang out. Or celebrate.”
“I’m sure we can think of something to do.” Warren felt his cheeks flush. His words were more innuendo laden than he intended, hopefully Jace wouldn’t be offended.
“I like that idea.” What that a purr? Yes, it was a purr.
He was steps away from the door. “Warr--”
“Yeah?”
“I…” Jace began and stopped. “—Your pictures turned out nicely. Probably the best ones I have taken this year.” From knowing Jace, Warren was sure this was not what he wanted to say.
Warren sat up in his bed, sheets pooling down to his feet as he pulled up his knees to his chest. “Something on your mind, photoboy.”
A beat passed and Warren waited. Only Jace’s breath remained steady. “ Nevermind.” Jace said exasperated.
Concern creased Warren’s brow. He wiped the sleep from the corners of his eyes with one hand and used the other to guide the other to the cradle of his shoulder. “Come on. Just ask me.”
“Are you serious…I know you already told me that this wasn’t a phase for you, but I need—I want to make sure.”
“I promise it’s not.”
“There’s just so much for you out there and I have to wonder if you’ll come to your senses and see that. “
Warren scrubbed his face with an open palm. This wasn’t the type of conversation Warren had anticipated upon waking up the morning after a miraculous national championship win. “It’s over Jace--” On the other end there was a startled gasp, “I’m done with football and no matter what happens you will never be an experiment. You’re everything but…you’re an absolute certainty.”
Jace chewed his bottom lip absently. A slick gnawing sound filled Warren’s ear as he waited. He was hoping for something good, anything good. “I get it now. I promise.” The need to hold a camera had never been so great. Just to open and close the shutter compulsively was enough to give Jace some room to be calm.
“ How about this…” Warren began. “I can meet you at JD party and later on, we can settle things, you know, one on one.”
“Sure.” The smile was evident in the voice.
“Alright then.” Crisis averted for moment, at least
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