Truth Behind the Lies
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Chapter Eight
Review Responses
Anon: Yay, update!
Bookworm51485: Did it really? Shay, a crusader? That would be definitely interesting. I've been living in a small town all my life, so I see a lot of this type stuff all the time. Small town people can be some of the world's worse assholes. You learn to just keep things to yourself, cause all your business will be out in the street. I definitely believe big cities are more excepting, so no you're not off base.
Sekre: I won't spoil anything for you, so I'll just say, "I hope they manage to get him out too."
obeliskbeliever: Wow, really? Thanks. Well, here's another one for you then.
bambi4real: You're welcome. Haha, 'old biddy'. I hadn't heard that in ages...not like I'm that old though :)
bambi4real: You don't think so? You don't know what he gets out of him being institutionalized? Then you'll see a tiny hint of why in this chapter. I wont spill all the beans, but I can say that with Bry being in the asylum, talk will spread even more. In this universe, yes, any man can get pregnant. However, with each relationship thats made, there's an established dominant and submissive and whichever is comfortable being the submissive, gets to pop out the babies. And I don't tamper too much with role reversal, so for me, a dominant stays a dominant and a sub stays a sub. So to answer your question, if Randy established himself as the submissive, then yeah he could get knocked up.
Anon: Yeah, I'm here. I didnt forget. Just so you wont go "Damn it, Scribbles has gone AWOL again!" look for me on Thursdays or Fridays.
Chapter Eight
Same Tuesday afternoon
“Dad?” Shay called to his father once he had finally gotten up from his sleep and dressed himself in a brand new set of work clothes. Shay was in the middle of chopping celery for the homemade potato soup he was fixing for both he and Jack. He loved his mother’s potato soup growing up and ate it all through his pregnancy with Jack, so he wasn’t surprised when it became his son’s favorite food. “Could I talk to you?”
“What is it?” Larry asked as he walked into the kitchen, deliberately passing by Jack who had tried to reach out and touch him from his high chair. “Where is my lunch? Did you fix it?”
“I’ve packed it already. Your lunch bag is sitting over there.” Shay said, pointing to the kitchen table, which held no previous memories of warm, loving, family dinners together…..as far as he knew anyway.
“Oh.”
“I went to see Mama today. Did you check that place out before you called them?” Shay asked, stirring the small soup pot slowly.
“Na. I just opened the phone book.”
What a bastard! No, no. Hold your tongue, Shay. Dad will change his tune once he finds out the type of place mama’s living in. “Dad, that place is terrible. They get nasty with you if you try to visit, they yell at Mama, shove him around, call him names….You gotta get him out of that place.”
Larry looked at his son surprised. “Do I, now?”
Shay frowned and halted his stirring. “Yes, you do.”
“Look, your mother is being given what he needs; a strict hand and a sharp tongue to make him take his medicine like he’s supposed to.”
Shay turned to face his father and laughed dryly. “Did you even hear what I said to you? Mama’s getting abused down there!” Shay watched as his father silently walked over to the kitchen table and grabbed his lunch box, getting ready to leave for his shift at work. Shay left the kitchen and followed Larry into the hallway. “Well if you don’t care, maybe I could have the rights to take care of him.”
Larry stopped midway from the hall to the front door and looked at his estranged son. “You’re joking. You wanna take care of him? On your own? You can barely take care of your son by yourself, so how do you think you could take care of a full grown man who’s crazy? Don’t be stupid, Shay.” Larry walked out, his laugh made Shay feel almost 2 inches tall. A smack in the face, you could say. “I’m gone to work.” Larry yelled out quickly before the front door opened and slammed shut.
Yeah, right. You smell like cologne. Why the hell would you need to wear cologne if you’re going to the mine? What kind of idiot do you take me for?
“Mama, eat!” Shay heard Jack call from his high chair in the kitchen.
“Okay, I’m coming, pookie!”
***
Friday morning—3 months later
Corrine walked down the produce section of the grocery store, humming Amazing Grace and picking tomatoes, when two women came her way. One was a heavy set auburn haired woman with flashy earrings, necklaces, and an overall well-to-do look. She was a deaconess at her church. The other woman was a good 5’9” with short cut dirty blonde hair and a pound and of--though well applied but was considered too much—make-up. She was the head librarian at the town’s only library.
“Hi, Corrine.” Said the deaconess.
“Wanda, Merle. How are you girls?” Corrine asked as she hugged them both.
“We’re great, thanks. You?”
“Fine. It’s fancy meetin’ you two at this grocery store. I would’ve thought you’d have always shopped at the store on the east side of town.”
“We do,” Merle started. “but this grocery has the best picked salad in Plumsfield. And both our men love fresh salad.” Merle and Wanda laughed.
Then Wanda spoke up again. “But, when we saw you just now, we had to come over and talk to you about something.”
Corrine furrowed her brows. “Oh yeah? What about?”
“Well, is your nephew seeing anybody?”
“No, why?”
“Are you sure?” Merle asked. “Cause word around town is that your Randy is smitten with a certain…..outcast.”
“And his baby.” Wanda added. “Is that true, Corrine?”
“Well, he’s become friends with that Gibson boy, but as he’s not dating him. Heavens no.”
The two gossip hounds both smiled in relief. “Oh good then.” Said Merle. “For a moment there, I thought we had something to worry about. I mean your nephew wouldn’t be caught dead dating a…..a….a whore.” Merle nearly whispered the last word.
Wanda had grabbed her a bag of green apples and placed them in her grocery basket. “However, the rest of the town thinks this. People are going around saying Randy and Shay are an item.”
Corrine gasped. “Well its simply not true.”
Wanda shrugged. “What do you do, Corrine? You can’t convince everybody.”
***
That afternoon
“Pookie, you ready to go?!” Shay called out to his son as he sat on the bench and watched him play in the sandbox at Plums Park. Randy sat next to Shay. They had a beautiful Friday afternoon in the middle of June, so Shay called Randy and asked if he wanted to go to the park with him during his break from work. Of course, Randy happily agreed.
“No!” Jack yelled back as he filled a small red bucket up with sand and handed it to Moo-moo, who was propped up against the wall of the sandbox. “Moo-moo, pie?”
Shay smiled and rolled his eyes and Randy laughed. “Hey, I’m sorry we spent another day at the park, but Jack seems to really like this place.”
“That’s cool. I’ve got no problem with that. I kinda figured he would though. This park has everything for kids to do.”
Shay nodded. “I wanna ask you something.”
“Okay.”
“I’ve been able to get a ‘proper’ visitation with my mother at St. Augustines Hospital. It’s tomorrow at 3:30. Did you want to go? I mean you don’t have to if you don’t want to, but it would mean a lot to me if you did.”
The blonde smiled. “Of course. I’d love to go.”
Shay’s face lit up. “Great……………..What is it?” the curly headed brunette asked when he noticed Randy kept looking at him. “There isn’t something on my face is it?”
God, he is so beautiful. Over the past three months, Randy and Shay had grown to be very close friends. They called each other, went out to places together, and Randy even babysat Jack when there were things that Shay had to do. Randy truly valued their relationship and all they shared together, but as time went on, his ability to hide his true feelings were getting harder and harder to control. “Oh um……nothing. It’s nothing.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah, yeah.”
“Ok. Well, it’s almost time for you to get back to work, so I guess we should go. Jackie, stop feeding Moo-moo sandpies and come on!”
Sighing, Jack dumped out the ‘pies’, grabbed Moo-moo, and dragged the much larger than he bear back to where his mother was. “Oh, are we still on for tonight for our little ‘guys night’?”
“Yep. I got the guest room ready for you.” Randy smirked. This was nothing unusual. As time progressed between the two, Shay and Jack slept over Randy’s place many times before. They’d order pizzas or Shay would cook, watch movies, talk, laugh, or go fishing out on Randy’s dock.
“Okay. I’ll see you tonight then.” Shay placed Jack and the bear in the stroller and they walked to the car.
***
That night
“Come on, baby. Come on, baby! Go! Go! Yes!!” Shay jumped out his chair bouncing in victory. “It’s been almost five years since I last picked up a joystick and I still spanked your ass.” The young man was grinning like crazy. Jack, who was sitting between Randy and Shay eating a bowl of sliced apples, stopped and clapped his hands for his mother. Shay saw him and smiled. “Thank you, pookie.” He kissed his cheek.
“Whatever. I suck at racing games anyway. I’m a Halo man, myself.”
Shay sat back down on the couch with Randy in his finally fully decorated family room. “Then pop it in then and lets play.”
Randy put Halo2 into his new XBOX 360 and turned it on………Shay beat him twice to his once. Shay was nearly hysterical with laughter. “Randy…..wow, man you suck at games.”
Randy looked dumbfounded at his half of the screen. There was his character, stretched out the floor, dead….again. “I don’t understand this. I beat all my friends back in Wisconsin. I was undefeated.” He looked at Shay and watched as the brunette simply smiled and shrugged his shoulders. “And that winning streak is tossed down the drain in one night, by a guy who hasn’t even touched a Nintendo in years. Something’s wrong with this.”
“Maybe your friends stink as bad as you do.”
“What?” Randy reached for Shay, only for his hand to be smacked away. The brunette jumped out off the couch, dodging Randy who was chasing after him. “I’ll show you.” Shay could barely get away from Randy for all the laughing he was doing. And when the older blonde finally did grab him and bring him to the ground, he still didn’t stop.
“Get off, you’re crushing me!” Shay laughed.
Randy grabbed hold of Shay’s wrists and held them securely between their two chests. “Not until you say what I want you to say.”
“What do you want me to say?”
“Say Randy Leon Dodson….”
“Randy Le…..Leon?! What kind of middle name—“
“Just say it.” Randy spoke, rolling his eyes.
“Randy Leon Dodson.”
“…Is the best motoracer…”
“Is the best motoracer.”
“…the best Halo player…”
“The best Halo player.”
“…and best overall XBOX player in the world…”
“And best overall XBOX player….”
“In the world. Say it.” Randy snuck a hand to Shay’s ribs and tickled him.
“Okay! Okay, in the world.”
“Thank you. I know I am.” Randy looked back down at Shay and got that feeling again. The overwhelming feeling he’d been getting lately. And the way the young brunette was looking back at him, maybe he felt something too? Taking a chance, Randy acted on it. Leaning down close to the beautiful olive toned face, Randy kissed him. The odd thing about that was, Shay moved his face in as well and welcomed the kiss. They exchanged a romantically slow kiss for just over 4 seconds before Shay opened his eyes to the sound of now asleep Jack’s empty bowl falling out his lap and onto the carpeted floor. Shay pulled away.
“No, Randy. We can’t.”
“Wha…What?”
“I…It wouldn’t be right.” Shay slid out from under Randy and sat next to him, still on the floor.
The two were engrossed in borderline uncomfortable silence, until Randy sighed shaking his head. “This is crazy.”
Shay turned confused almond brown eyes to the blonde. “What are you talking about?”
“This! This…..whatever we’ve got going on here. Its crazy and I can’t do it anymore.”
“What are you saying, Randy? You don’t want to be friends anymore?”
“No, I don’t. I want to be more than that to you. I tried, Shay. I tried to settle with being just a friend. But it’s impossible for me to do it. I care about you. I have deep feelings for you. Every time I see you….” Randy sighed. “You have no idea how hard it is for me to keep from grabbing you into my arms, because I know that if I do……I’d probably never let you go.”
Shay sat quiet for a few moments, just looking at the blonde, listening to him practically pour his heart out. “Randy I just…..I can’t….”
Randy interrupted him. “Don’t say it. Don’t say it, because I know it will be a lie. You harbor just as many feelings for me as I do you and you know that. You had told me before that you hadn’t experienced much love in your life. Well here love is...it’s staring you right in the face. Don’t let your lack of love back then, turn you away from it now.”
Randy was sitting there, laying all his feelings on the table, opening himself up to Shay. And what was Shay feeling? Fear. I do love you, Randy. But I have so many problems going on in my life that I wouldn’t want to burden you with. With my mother being the way he is, I’m scared you could be falling in love with a man destined for insanity. You don’t deserve to have to deal with that.
The silence was eating away at Randy. “Say something…please?”
Choosing not to comment anymore on the subject, Shay stood up, grabbing his sleeping son. “I’m gonna put him to bed.” Shay walked by Randy, who was still sitting on the floor, and made his way upstairs to the guest room. Randy stretched out on the carpeted floor and sighed.
How do I make him understand?
***
Late that night
After being left basically hung to dry earlier, Randy had since left the family room, took a cold shower, dressed down into some green boxers and a blue t-shirt, and got into bed. But sleep never came. His unreciprocated declaration of love, left Randy restless. Did I startle him? Did I place too many feelings before him? Did I make a mistake in thinking that he returned the same love? Did I mistake his little looks and flirtatious smiles, with actual affection? What the hell am I doing?
Randy laid on his back under the sheets, placed his hands behind his head, and closed his eyes, demanding the Sandman to put him under. But again, it never came. However, this time it wasn’t because of his restless mind. Randy opened his eyes when he heard the door to his bedroom open. His room was pitch dark, he slept better that way, but the soft light from the hall bathroom illuminating the hall, created a silhouette of the young man standing in his doorway. Reaching over to the small lamp on the night stand, Randy turned the light on. “Shay?”
The silhouette slowly walked further into the room, walking towards the side of the king size bed. Once within range of the small light of the lamp, Randy could see that it indeed was Shay.
“Shay, what are you—“
“Shhhhh.” Shay leaned down and gave the blonde the most mind-blowing kiss he’d ever experienced. Standing back up straight again, Shay peeled his t-shirt over his head, dropping it to the floor.
Yeah, I left you hangin' there, sorry. You'll see the sex next chapter.
Anon: Yay, update!
Bookworm51485: Did it really? Shay, a crusader? That would be definitely interesting. I've been living in a small town all my life, so I see a lot of this type stuff all the time. Small town people can be some of the world's worse assholes. You learn to just keep things to yourself, cause all your business will be out in the street. I definitely believe big cities are more excepting, so no you're not off base.
Sekre: I won't spoil anything for you, so I'll just say, "I hope they manage to get him out too."
obeliskbeliever: Wow, really? Thanks. Well, here's another one for you then.
bambi4real: You're welcome. Haha, 'old biddy'. I hadn't heard that in ages...not like I'm that old though :)
bambi4real: You don't think so? You don't know what he gets out of him being institutionalized? Then you'll see a tiny hint of why in this chapter. I wont spill all the beans, but I can say that with Bry being in the asylum, talk will spread even more. In this universe, yes, any man can get pregnant. However, with each relationship thats made, there's an established dominant and submissive and whichever is comfortable being the submissive, gets to pop out the babies. And I don't tamper too much with role reversal, so for me, a dominant stays a dominant and a sub stays a sub. So to answer your question, if Randy established himself as the submissive, then yeah he could get knocked up.
Anon: Yeah, I'm here. I didnt forget. Just so you wont go "Damn it, Scribbles has gone AWOL again!" look for me on Thursdays or Fridays.
Chapter Eight
Same Tuesday afternoon
“Dad?” Shay called to his father once he had finally gotten up from his sleep and dressed himself in a brand new set of work clothes. Shay was in the middle of chopping celery for the homemade potato soup he was fixing for both he and Jack. He loved his mother’s potato soup growing up and ate it all through his pregnancy with Jack, so he wasn’t surprised when it became his son’s favorite food. “Could I talk to you?”
“What is it?” Larry asked as he walked into the kitchen, deliberately passing by Jack who had tried to reach out and touch him from his high chair. “Where is my lunch? Did you fix it?”
“I’ve packed it already. Your lunch bag is sitting over there.” Shay said, pointing to the kitchen table, which held no previous memories of warm, loving, family dinners together…..as far as he knew anyway.
“Oh.”
“I went to see Mama today. Did you check that place out before you called them?” Shay asked, stirring the small soup pot slowly.
“Na. I just opened the phone book.”
What a bastard! No, no. Hold your tongue, Shay. Dad will change his tune once he finds out the type of place mama’s living in. “Dad, that place is terrible. They get nasty with you if you try to visit, they yell at Mama, shove him around, call him names….You gotta get him out of that place.”
Larry looked at his son surprised. “Do I, now?”
Shay frowned and halted his stirring. “Yes, you do.”
“Look, your mother is being given what he needs; a strict hand and a sharp tongue to make him take his medicine like he’s supposed to.”
Shay turned to face his father and laughed dryly. “Did you even hear what I said to you? Mama’s getting abused down there!” Shay watched as his father silently walked over to the kitchen table and grabbed his lunch box, getting ready to leave for his shift at work. Shay left the kitchen and followed Larry into the hallway. “Well if you don’t care, maybe I could have the rights to take care of him.”
Larry stopped midway from the hall to the front door and looked at his estranged son. “You’re joking. You wanna take care of him? On your own? You can barely take care of your son by yourself, so how do you think you could take care of a full grown man who’s crazy? Don’t be stupid, Shay.” Larry walked out, his laugh made Shay feel almost 2 inches tall. A smack in the face, you could say. “I’m gone to work.” Larry yelled out quickly before the front door opened and slammed shut.
Yeah, right. You smell like cologne. Why the hell would you need to wear cologne if you’re going to the mine? What kind of idiot do you take me for?
“Mama, eat!” Shay heard Jack call from his high chair in the kitchen.
“Okay, I’m coming, pookie!”
***
Friday morning—3 months later
Corrine walked down the produce section of the grocery store, humming Amazing Grace and picking tomatoes, when two women came her way. One was a heavy set auburn haired woman with flashy earrings, necklaces, and an overall well-to-do look. She was a deaconess at her church. The other woman was a good 5’9” with short cut dirty blonde hair and a pound and of--though well applied but was considered too much—make-up. She was the head librarian at the town’s only library.
“Hi, Corrine.” Said the deaconess.
“Wanda, Merle. How are you girls?” Corrine asked as she hugged them both.
“We’re great, thanks. You?”
“Fine. It’s fancy meetin’ you two at this grocery store. I would’ve thought you’d have always shopped at the store on the east side of town.”
“We do,” Merle started. “but this grocery has the best picked salad in Plumsfield. And both our men love fresh salad.” Merle and Wanda laughed.
Then Wanda spoke up again. “But, when we saw you just now, we had to come over and talk to you about something.”
Corrine furrowed her brows. “Oh yeah? What about?”
“Well, is your nephew seeing anybody?”
“No, why?”
“Are you sure?” Merle asked. “Cause word around town is that your Randy is smitten with a certain…..outcast.”
“And his baby.” Wanda added. “Is that true, Corrine?”
“Well, he’s become friends with that Gibson boy, but as he’s not dating him. Heavens no.”
The two gossip hounds both smiled in relief. “Oh good then.” Said Merle. “For a moment there, I thought we had something to worry about. I mean your nephew wouldn’t be caught dead dating a…..a….a whore.” Merle nearly whispered the last word.
Wanda had grabbed her a bag of green apples and placed them in her grocery basket. “However, the rest of the town thinks this. People are going around saying Randy and Shay are an item.”
Corrine gasped. “Well its simply not true.”
Wanda shrugged. “What do you do, Corrine? You can’t convince everybody.”
***
That afternoon
“Pookie, you ready to go?!” Shay called out to his son as he sat on the bench and watched him play in the sandbox at Plums Park. Randy sat next to Shay. They had a beautiful Friday afternoon in the middle of June, so Shay called Randy and asked if he wanted to go to the park with him during his break from work. Of course, Randy happily agreed.
“No!” Jack yelled back as he filled a small red bucket up with sand and handed it to Moo-moo, who was propped up against the wall of the sandbox. “Moo-moo, pie?”
Shay smiled and rolled his eyes and Randy laughed. “Hey, I’m sorry we spent another day at the park, but Jack seems to really like this place.”
“That’s cool. I’ve got no problem with that. I kinda figured he would though. This park has everything for kids to do.”
Shay nodded. “I wanna ask you something.”
“Okay.”
“I’ve been able to get a ‘proper’ visitation with my mother at St. Augustines Hospital. It’s tomorrow at 3:30. Did you want to go? I mean you don’t have to if you don’t want to, but it would mean a lot to me if you did.”
The blonde smiled. “Of course. I’d love to go.”
Shay’s face lit up. “Great……………..What is it?” the curly headed brunette asked when he noticed Randy kept looking at him. “There isn’t something on my face is it?”
God, he is so beautiful. Over the past three months, Randy and Shay had grown to be very close friends. They called each other, went out to places together, and Randy even babysat Jack when there were things that Shay had to do. Randy truly valued their relationship and all they shared together, but as time went on, his ability to hide his true feelings were getting harder and harder to control. “Oh um……nothing. It’s nothing.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah, yeah.”
“Ok. Well, it’s almost time for you to get back to work, so I guess we should go. Jackie, stop feeding Moo-moo sandpies and come on!”
Sighing, Jack dumped out the ‘pies’, grabbed Moo-moo, and dragged the much larger than he bear back to where his mother was. “Oh, are we still on for tonight for our little ‘guys night’?”
“Yep. I got the guest room ready for you.” Randy smirked. This was nothing unusual. As time progressed between the two, Shay and Jack slept over Randy’s place many times before. They’d order pizzas or Shay would cook, watch movies, talk, laugh, or go fishing out on Randy’s dock.
“Okay. I’ll see you tonight then.” Shay placed Jack and the bear in the stroller and they walked to the car.
***
That night
“Come on, baby. Come on, baby! Go! Go! Yes!!” Shay jumped out his chair bouncing in victory. “It’s been almost five years since I last picked up a joystick and I still spanked your ass.” The young man was grinning like crazy. Jack, who was sitting between Randy and Shay eating a bowl of sliced apples, stopped and clapped his hands for his mother. Shay saw him and smiled. “Thank you, pookie.” He kissed his cheek.
“Whatever. I suck at racing games anyway. I’m a Halo man, myself.”
Shay sat back down on the couch with Randy in his finally fully decorated family room. “Then pop it in then and lets play.”
Randy put Halo2 into his new XBOX 360 and turned it on………Shay beat him twice to his once. Shay was nearly hysterical with laughter. “Randy…..wow, man you suck at games.”
Randy looked dumbfounded at his half of the screen. There was his character, stretched out the floor, dead….again. “I don’t understand this. I beat all my friends back in Wisconsin. I was undefeated.” He looked at Shay and watched as the brunette simply smiled and shrugged his shoulders. “And that winning streak is tossed down the drain in one night, by a guy who hasn’t even touched a Nintendo in years. Something’s wrong with this.”
“Maybe your friends stink as bad as you do.”
“What?” Randy reached for Shay, only for his hand to be smacked away. The brunette jumped out off the couch, dodging Randy who was chasing after him. “I’ll show you.” Shay could barely get away from Randy for all the laughing he was doing. And when the older blonde finally did grab him and bring him to the ground, he still didn’t stop.
“Get off, you’re crushing me!” Shay laughed.
Randy grabbed hold of Shay’s wrists and held them securely between their two chests. “Not until you say what I want you to say.”
“What do you want me to say?”
“Say Randy Leon Dodson….”
“Randy Le…..Leon?! What kind of middle name—“
“Just say it.” Randy spoke, rolling his eyes.
“Randy Leon Dodson.”
“…Is the best motoracer…”
“Is the best motoracer.”
“…the best Halo player…”
“The best Halo player.”
“…and best overall XBOX player in the world…”
“And best overall XBOX player….”
“In the world. Say it.” Randy snuck a hand to Shay’s ribs and tickled him.
“Okay! Okay, in the world.”
“Thank you. I know I am.” Randy looked back down at Shay and got that feeling again. The overwhelming feeling he’d been getting lately. And the way the young brunette was looking back at him, maybe he felt something too? Taking a chance, Randy acted on it. Leaning down close to the beautiful olive toned face, Randy kissed him. The odd thing about that was, Shay moved his face in as well and welcomed the kiss. They exchanged a romantically slow kiss for just over 4 seconds before Shay opened his eyes to the sound of now asleep Jack’s empty bowl falling out his lap and onto the carpeted floor. Shay pulled away.
“No, Randy. We can’t.”
“Wha…What?”
“I…It wouldn’t be right.” Shay slid out from under Randy and sat next to him, still on the floor.
The two were engrossed in borderline uncomfortable silence, until Randy sighed shaking his head. “This is crazy.”
Shay turned confused almond brown eyes to the blonde. “What are you talking about?”
“This! This…..whatever we’ve got going on here. Its crazy and I can’t do it anymore.”
“What are you saying, Randy? You don’t want to be friends anymore?”
“No, I don’t. I want to be more than that to you. I tried, Shay. I tried to settle with being just a friend. But it’s impossible for me to do it. I care about you. I have deep feelings for you. Every time I see you….” Randy sighed. “You have no idea how hard it is for me to keep from grabbing you into my arms, because I know that if I do……I’d probably never let you go.”
Shay sat quiet for a few moments, just looking at the blonde, listening to him practically pour his heart out. “Randy I just…..I can’t….”
Randy interrupted him. “Don’t say it. Don’t say it, because I know it will be a lie. You harbor just as many feelings for me as I do you and you know that. You had told me before that you hadn’t experienced much love in your life. Well here love is...it’s staring you right in the face. Don’t let your lack of love back then, turn you away from it now.”
Randy was sitting there, laying all his feelings on the table, opening himself up to Shay. And what was Shay feeling? Fear. I do love you, Randy. But I have so many problems going on in my life that I wouldn’t want to burden you with. With my mother being the way he is, I’m scared you could be falling in love with a man destined for insanity. You don’t deserve to have to deal with that.
The silence was eating away at Randy. “Say something…please?”
Choosing not to comment anymore on the subject, Shay stood up, grabbing his sleeping son. “I’m gonna put him to bed.” Shay walked by Randy, who was still sitting on the floor, and made his way upstairs to the guest room. Randy stretched out on the carpeted floor and sighed.
How do I make him understand?
***
Late that night
After being left basically hung to dry earlier, Randy had since left the family room, took a cold shower, dressed down into some green boxers and a blue t-shirt, and got into bed. But sleep never came. His unreciprocated declaration of love, left Randy restless. Did I startle him? Did I place too many feelings before him? Did I make a mistake in thinking that he returned the same love? Did I mistake his little looks and flirtatious smiles, with actual affection? What the hell am I doing?
Randy laid on his back under the sheets, placed his hands behind his head, and closed his eyes, demanding the Sandman to put him under. But again, it never came. However, this time it wasn’t because of his restless mind. Randy opened his eyes when he heard the door to his bedroom open. His room was pitch dark, he slept better that way, but the soft light from the hall bathroom illuminating the hall, created a silhouette of the young man standing in his doorway. Reaching over to the small lamp on the night stand, Randy turned the light on. “Shay?”
The silhouette slowly walked further into the room, walking towards the side of the king size bed. Once within range of the small light of the lamp, Randy could see that it indeed was Shay.
“Shay, what are you—“
“Shhhhh.” Shay leaned down and gave the blonde the most mind-blowing kiss he’d ever experienced. Standing back up straight again, Shay peeled his t-shirt over his head, dropping it to the floor.
Yeah, I left you hangin' there, sorry. You'll see the sex next chapter.