nothing false and possible

The conversation at the beginning of this chapter may seem ludicrous to you, but believe me when I say that it happens. Never date an older man and let your mother find out. Better yet, let your mother think that you are a virgin prince/princess for the rest of your life. It makes things so much easier. Anyway, that was just some advice from a nineteen-year-old fanficcer. Also, there will be some definite internal angsting and external schmooping in this chapter. Please read and review. You know you want to… *wink wink*

::nothing false and possible- chapter eight::

Mrs. McDaniel stood in the doorway staring at her only son. The wind was sweeping his floppy blonde hair over to the side and his eyes had grown wide, after seeing her standing behind him. She wasn’t sure what to think of the picture that had just been painted for her. Had her son just -licked- another man? Hmm… “Mr. Davidson? I’m Lynette. We met at the last PTA meeting at the kids’ school.” Maybe if she reminded this older man that her baby was still her baby…

Alec swallowed his heart back down, out of his throat, and stood up from in between Stephen’s thighs. ‘Damn, that was a bad position to be caught in.’ Alec stuck out his hand and sighed when the woman took it in her own. “Yes, Mrs. McDaniel, I remember our meeting. It was very informative. You had been pushing to increase the funds for music and art classes.” Alec grunted when the woman’s hand gripped his more firmly.

Stephen hung his head and listened to the grown ups talk nonsense. His face was growing warm and his heart had started to speed up. He tried to regulate his breathing, but his stomach was starting to churn and his temples were pounding. If he didn’t calm down soon, he was surely going to pass out. Stephen closed his eyes and tried to focus on the sound of the birds and the wind.

Alec was now tng ang about his work and Lynette was pretending to be interested. They chatted about everything and nothing, as Stephen sat there become more dizzy and nauseous as the time passed. Suddenly, something was said that made his senses heighten and his blood pressure rise.

“I have to ask, you know… Are you sleeping with my Stephen?” Mrs. McDaniel took a breath and let it out gustily.

Stephen’s eyes snapped open and he turned to look at his mother. “You, sure as hell is hot, did -not- have to ask that!”

Mrs. McDaniel gasped and gripped at her shirtfront. “Stephen, don’t say hell.”

Stephen shut his mouth and looked back down at his feet. He counted to ten, slowly inside of his head. The thundering in his ears just grew louder.

Alec was trying his best to soothe a mother’s worries, without embarrassing the son. The problem was, all he could come up with were comments about how they were all mature adults that could discuss things in a civilized manner.

Mrs. McDaniel nodded. “Yes, we are all adults and I am being civilized and very reasonable, I believe.” The lady crossed her arms across her chest and huffed up like a pigeon. “There are so many ways that you could hurt my baby, though. I want ake ake sure you are taking every precaution.”

Stephen’s jaw dropped. Was his mother asking if they used condoms? That was too much. “God damn it!”

Mrs. McDaniel stomped her foot at her son, in an irritated fashion. “Don’t say damn, especially in the same sentence as God’s name. You know better.”

Stephen took in a deep breath and shook his head. “We can go round and round about curse words, mother, but you have no right to ask who I fuck or don’t. You especially have no right to ask who Alec fucks or doesn’t.”

Mrs. McDaniel’s face fell and she shook her head. “If it’s my son that he’s… fucking…” Mrs. McDaniel took a deep breath and shook her head, once more. “…I believe I have the right to know.”

Stephen stood up out of his chair and looked down at his mother. “I love you, mom. Now get out of my business, or I’ll just take my business away from you.” Stephen pushed past his mother and into the house.

Mrs. McDaniel watched her son walk past her and then looked at Alec. “He’s leaving me? I can’t lose my son.”

Alec watched the woman, as the tears started to slip from her eyes. “You don’t want to lose him?” The woman shook her head and Alec smiled at her. “Then don’t. You heard his terms. Now, all you have to do is respect them.”

Lynette grabbed Alec’s arm before he could walk away and she leaned up to whisper to him. “If you had a billdolldollars and it had the potential to make the world a better place, you would guard it from those who would steal it and use it for something bad. Am I right?”

Alec nodded and looked down at the little woman.

Mrs. McDaniel motioned at the backdoor with her head and sighed. “Stephen is like that billion dollars. He could make the world a wonderful place, just by existing in it. If you use him for the worse, I will make sure that you don’t live long enough to see the worse come to pass.”

Alec nodded and sighed. “That is as it should be, Mrs. McDaniel. I would expect nothing less.” Alec gripped the woman’s hand in his own and smiled. “Please let me go. I’m going to try to keep your son from doing anything hasty.”

Mrs. McDaniel sighed and let go of the man. “You won’t let him leave me, will you?”

Alec wet his dry lips and nodded. “Not now, by any means. Neither one of you are ready for that.”

Lynette sighed, resignedly, and walked around to take a seat in the patio chair that Stephen had left empty. “Tell him I love him. He has to know I love him.”

Lynette started to cry, silently, causing Alec to falter for a moment. He then sighed and walked into the house, closing the door behind him. Alec walked through the living room and saw something amusingly barbaric going on in there. Stephen’s father and Leo’s father were both locked in an arm wrestling game that seemed to have been going on for a while. Both men had sweat dripping from their foreheads and their shirt arms were rolled up past their forearms. Leo sat in the corner watching the match with disinterest. Apparently, he was not impressed with the drunken display of manliness.

Leo looked up from his father’s straining face and saw Alec standing in the kitchen doorway. He smirked and shrugged his shoulders. It wasn’t the first time his dad had felt the need to prove himself, during a drunken stupor. As long as he got to drive home, it would be fine. Leo gave Alec an odd look and looked around. Where was Stephen?

Alec frowned and shook his head, as if he had read the young man’s mind. He mouthed to the young man asking where Stephen’s room was. Leo pointed at the hallway and waved toward it, before turning his attention back to his father, who had just lost in the wrestling match. Alec walked down the hallway and peeked into the different rooms. He finally reached the back left bedroom and stopped to look inside. Stephen was laying face down on the bed, his head resting in his crossed arms. “Stephen?” Alec walked into the room and shut the door behind him, locking it as an afterthought.

Stephen turned his head to the side and sniffed. “Alec, you should probably leave.”

Alec shook his head and took a seat on the bed, next to Stephen. He pulled his feet up on the bed and crossed his legs at the ankles. “Your mother and I have come to an understanding, I think.”

Stephen scoffed. “Really? What type of understanding? You going to keep your hands off of my tight little body, as long as she doesn’t kill you?”

“Well, I couldn’t exactly make a promise that I couldn’t keep. Now, could I?” Alec crossed his arms across his chest and chuckled. “We both agreed that you are a generally smart and wonderful young man. You are old enough to make your own decisions and we also have found that we have a lot in common.”

Stephen couldn’t help laughing at the absurdity of that statement. “I’m sure that my mother and you did not come to the conclusion that I was old enough to make my own decisions.far far as you both having something in common… What? What could you and my mother possibly have in common?”

Alec chuckled and shook his head, before letting his hand fall on the boy’s back. “I never knew you were so skeptical, Stephen. Do you trust me so little?” Alec rubbed the boy’s back and shoulders in a comforting fashion “Anyway, we found out that we both care about what happens to you, mostly because we both love you so much.”

Stephen took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “You… love me?”

Alec sighed and closed his eyes. “Yeah, that seems to be the general emotion that I have been feeling toward you.”

‘How romantic. Psycho-babble…’ Stephen thought drolly. Stephen turned over on to his side and grabbed Alec’s hand in his own. “Alec…”

Alec looked down at the boy and almost gasped. His eyes were the most beautiful shade of aqua, when they were filling up with tears. Why were they filling up with tears? “Stephen?”

Stephen took a shuddering breath and gripped the older man’s hand tighter, before letting go. “I think you should leave.”

Alec watched the boy turn over onto his other side and shook his head. What had he said wrong? “Stephen, I don’t… I’m not sure what to say.”

Stephen shrugged and sighed. “Don’t say anything, Alec. Just go home and check on Andy. She’s sure to be causing some trouble, by now.” Stephen took in a lungful of air and sobbed it out. “Just go home, please.”

It was the please that did it. Alec threw his legs over the side of the bed and stood up slowly. He watched the rise and fall of the boy’s back and shook his head. Something was going on in that head of his. Something that he didn’t feel like sharing. “I’ll talk to you later, baby boy.”

Stephen lay there silently until he heard the door shut. He took the moment to sit up and wipe the tears from his eyes. Alec loved him? That was good wasn’t it? Yes, but what would he tell Leo? Would he tell Leo? How would he tell Brad? He had to tell Brad! Stephen’s heart started to race again and he felt his stomach roil. “Holy fuck!” Stephen swore as he made a beeline for the nearest bathroom. He shut the door behind him, before launching himself at the toilet and letting go of his lunch.

There was a knock on the bathroom door and a voice on the other side of the wooden barricade. “Stephen, are you all right in there?”

It was Leo. Stephen grabbed up a hand towel and wet it, before wiping his face with it. “No, Leo. I’m sick. Could you just…”

Leo opened the bathroom door and shut it behind him. “Come on in and make myself comfortable? Sure thing.”

Stephen shuddered and retched. “Me shutting the door was my subtle way of saying ‘don’t come in’.”

Leo crouched next to Stephen on the floor and ran his fingers through the other boy’s hair. “You held my hair out of my face enough times. I think I can return the favor.”

Stephen shook his head and then started to feel woozy again. He leaned over the toilet and heaved, while his ex rubbed his neck, soothingly. After he was sure that he was done, he wiped his face with the towel, once more.

Leo sighed as he watched the boy gain his bearings. “Your mom’s cooking isn’t this bad, so I’m guessing that something happened to throw that delicate stomach of yours off.”

Stephen sighed and ran his fingers through his hair.

Leo smiled at the boy and shook his head. He grabbed the hand towel away from him, rinsed it out in the sink, and wringed it out, before stooping back to wipe Stephen’s face. “Crying too? Man, he must have said the ‘L’ word.”

Stephen’s eyes grew wide and he shook his head in confusion. “Who… Why do you say that?”

Leo rolled his eyes. “The old guy? Good looking and smart? Has that ‘fuck me’ vibe going on?” Leo chuckled. “You know who. As to the why…” Leo put the towel to the side and pushed Stephen’s long bangs out of his eyes. “You only get sick when you worry and what would make you more worried than an older man, who’s already out of the closet, taking a true interest in you?”

Stephen shook his head. “I know it’s stupid.”

Leo sighed and slumped down from off of his haunches. He sat down on the ground and leaned up against the sink. “It’s not stupid, at all. You have to be thinking all of the normal things… Why does he love you? What will your parents think and how will they react? Does this mean that you will be exclusive to each other? Are you old enough to be exclusive? What do you tell your fuck-buddies? What is your beautiful and delightful ex-boyfriend going to think and how will he react?” Leo shot Stephen a grin and shrugged. “It’s normal.”

“You are one strange animal.” Stephen sighed and slumped over the toilet seat.

Leo leaned over and pulled his friend up by the back of the shirt, before flushing the commode. “Yes. I have lived an odd and astonishing life, which has made me an odd and little less than astonishing person.”

“How do you handle everything so well?” Stephen asked, while he curled up on the ground, in a fetal position.

Leo smirked and shrugged. “I suppose I just expect the worst and hope for the best. Then, I’m never caught off guard and I’m always delighted when it doesn’t turn out so bad.”

Stephen shook his head. “No, really. How do you deal?”

Leo thought for a moment and then sighed resolutely. “Alcohol. Lots of alcohol… Plus, I sleep with whoever is available, at the moment.” Leo grinned and petted the boy’s head. “Want a cocktail?”

Stephen ignored the double entendre and took a deep breath. “My mom knows that Alec and I are interested in each other.”

Leo nodded. “Does she know you’re intimate?”

Stephen sighed. “We’re not, but she thinks we are.”

Leo chuckled. “So, who was the lucky guy, last night?”

Stephen looked up at his friend and mad a face. “What do you mean?”

“You can’t tell me that you didn’t screw somebody last night, Stephen McDaniel. I know what you look like the day after.” Leo grinned wistfully and closed his eyes, while leaning his head against the sink. “You look like a little boy who stuck his hand in the cookie jar and pulled out an orgasm.”

Stephen groaned and turned his face into the rug that lay on his bathroom floor. “Have I mentioned how odd you are?”

“You still love me.” Leo declared, before he could take it back. It was an awkward statement for sure.

Stephen saw the unease on his companion’s face and smirked. “I will always love you, Leo. You know that.” Stephen sighed. “The love just changed… when you did.”

Leo bit his bottom lip and nodded. “I know.” Leo and Stephen sat in silence for a while and then the younger boy broke the stillness. “So, you have a man that admits that he loves you, an anonymous fuck buddy, and an ex-boyfriend that will sacrifice his very soul to make you happy.” Leo paused and then continued. “I’d say you’re lucky.”

Stephen sighed and nodded, silently.

“On another note, I have a young man in Costa Rica that is waiting for me to make a return visit.” Leo smirked and put on an accent fitting of Central America. “His name is Manuel and his eyes…” Leo batted his eyes and sighed. “…are grayish blue.”

Stephen chuckled at the way his friend was talking and how it involved him moving his hands around, in that animated way. “So, when are you going back?”

Leo shrugged. “After I tie up some loose ends. He’ll be married and have a kid by that time, though.”

“Don’t say that. You need to think positively.” Stephen soothed.

Leo laughed and shook his head. “No, he was engaged the night before I left for South America. Apparently, the girl had lost her virginity to him and…” Leo shrugged. “She got pregnant. Costa Rican daddies are just as adamant about those things, as American daddies. Maybe more.”

“It’ll be alright.” Stephen patted his friend’s hand and gave him a toothless smile.

“I know.” Leo grinned. “That’s what you have to keep in mind, Stephen. It will end up alright.” Leo stood up and reached down to help his friend up. “Now, brush your teeth. You’re making -me- sick.”

TBC

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Now… Grammatically speaking, I know my grammar and my way of speaking are not the greatest, but they definitely aren’t the worst you will find. I write how I speak, in most cases. If you hear a weird quip or funny phrase that one of my characters said, I would have probably said it in that situation. That’s just how it is. If the grammar is causing distraction, I will go ahead and let one of you fine people beta (if that is what I seem to need). I really have a hard time reading over my stuff and finding the errors in spelling, when I’m looking for errors in flow and storyline.

Also… I have realized that I’m in love with Leo and I want to write a story about his adventures in Central and South America with Amy and Jordan. That will be later, after all of this is through being written, of course.

Thank you all for reviewing and I’ll try to get theses men to get on with it, as soon as Lucille allows. *pets the bunny*