Escaping Perfect
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Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
26
Views:
6,926
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 16
Disclaimer: These characters are mine.
Author's note: Sorry for any and all typos.
Chapter 16
It was almost brightest before the dawn. They laid wrapped together in the cool morning air. In the stillness of the morning, all sounds were magnified, especially the slamming of the front door and the voice that called afterwards. “Jace, honey?”
Mrs. Howard was home.
Her voice penetrated last layers of sleep which clung to each young man. It was the familiar cadence of her heels approaching his room that spurred Jace into full consciousness. “Warren!” He shook the larger man frantically by the shoulder.
A slap to the shoulder was sufficient to rouse the jock, who scowled darkly at Jace. Before he could open his mouth, Jace slapped his palm over it, and whispered. “My mother’s home.”
Warren’s grey eyes grew huge. They leapt out of bed, scrambling for clothing that seemed to have magically become tied together during the night. The footsteps drew closer. Warren had managed to get his boxers on and was in the process of zipping up his boxers when the door opened.
Mrs. Howard stopped short. “Oh,” Her jaw jogged up and down. “I’m sorry to interrupt. I didn’t know Jace had company.” She closed the door , leaving a cloud of unease and embarrassment in her wake.
She stood in the kitchen with a glass of juice in hand. The young men finally walked out and entered the kitchen. The pair plastered themselves tightly to the wall as far as possible from the returning professor.
On her flight back, her mind had only contemplated the new segments for her book, how much she wanted to burn her pumps, and the hope that Jace would sit still long enough for them to have a evening together.
Now, she had to deal with the presence of a strange boy in her house, the still lingering smell of sex, and a lack of coffee. She scowled at them. Seeing the larger young man jump, only satisfied her a bit as he continued to sneak glances at her son. When she turned her gaze fully on him, he stepped away from Jace.
Watching the two young men stand apart as if a sea had divided them was more telling than anything. Her son looked so hurt and the other boy did too.
“I think you should go.” She watched as Jace walked the man to the door. Of course, without her watchful eye she could safely assume a quick kiss would be exchanged.
The young man looked so familiar. He’d been a tall awkward boy during the years of birthday parties. What was his name, she wondered. Stone…Mortar…No, Brick. Warren Brick. She’d heard a lot of talk about that boy.
Why was her son doing this to himself? A boy like Warren would only bring her son hurt. She was his mother, she knew everything about him, even before he’d figured things out for himself. At times, she was grateful for not having to worry that some other woman would steal her son away or that he’d get some girl pregnant. Then, there were other times; times like these where she feared the emotional and physical pain that could only come to fall upon her son. She wouldn’t even think of AIDS and other STIs. She’d taught him how to be smart.
There was no cure for heartbreak.
When her son entered the kitchen again, she didn’t hesitate in asking what was on her mind. “Are you sure, Jace?”
“Yeah, Mom. He’s a good guy.” She walked her son, her beautiful, darling son and prayed he wasn’t being naïve. She kissed his forehead, her baby was once again becoming a man.
TBC
Author's note: Sorry for any and all typos.
Chapter 16
It was almost brightest before the dawn. They laid wrapped together in the cool morning air. In the stillness of the morning, all sounds were magnified, especially the slamming of the front door and the voice that called afterwards. “Jace, honey?”
Mrs. Howard was home.
Her voice penetrated last layers of sleep which clung to each young man. It was the familiar cadence of her heels approaching his room that spurred Jace into full consciousness. “Warren!” He shook the larger man frantically by the shoulder.
A slap to the shoulder was sufficient to rouse the jock, who scowled darkly at Jace. Before he could open his mouth, Jace slapped his palm over it, and whispered. “My mother’s home.”
Warren’s grey eyes grew huge. They leapt out of bed, scrambling for clothing that seemed to have magically become tied together during the night. The footsteps drew closer. Warren had managed to get his boxers on and was in the process of zipping up his boxers when the door opened.
Mrs. Howard stopped short. “Oh,” Her jaw jogged up and down. “I’m sorry to interrupt. I didn’t know Jace had company.” She closed the door , leaving a cloud of unease and embarrassment in her wake.
She stood in the kitchen with a glass of juice in hand. The young men finally walked out and entered the kitchen. The pair plastered themselves tightly to the wall as far as possible from the returning professor.
On her flight back, her mind had only contemplated the new segments for her book, how much she wanted to burn her pumps, and the hope that Jace would sit still long enough for them to have a evening together.
Now, she had to deal with the presence of a strange boy in her house, the still lingering smell of sex, and a lack of coffee. She scowled at them. Seeing the larger young man jump, only satisfied her a bit as he continued to sneak glances at her son. When she turned her gaze fully on him, he stepped away from Jace.
Watching the two young men stand apart as if a sea had divided them was more telling than anything. Her son looked so hurt and the other boy did too.
“I think you should go.” She watched as Jace walked the man to the door. Of course, without her watchful eye she could safely assume a quick kiss would be exchanged.
The young man looked so familiar. He’d been a tall awkward boy during the years of birthday parties. What was his name, she wondered. Stone…Mortar…No, Brick. Warren Brick. She’d heard a lot of talk about that boy.
Why was her son doing this to himself? A boy like Warren would only bring her son hurt. She was his mother, she knew everything about him, even before he’d figured things out for himself. At times, she was grateful for not having to worry that some other woman would steal her son away or that he’d get some girl pregnant. Then, there were other times; times like these where she feared the emotional and physical pain that could only come to fall upon her son. She wouldn’t even think of AIDS and other STIs. She’d taught him how to be smart.
There was no cure for heartbreak.
When her son entered the kitchen again, she didn’t hesitate in asking what was on her mind. “Are you sure, Jace?”
“Yeah, Mom. He’s a good guy.” She walked her son, her beautiful, darling son and prayed he wasn’t being naïve. She kissed his forehead, her baby was once again becoming a man.
TBC