The Gus Diaries

Part 12

The Tale of the King

Today was one of the most difficult AND one of the best days of my life. I still can’t believe everything that happened. It’s almost like a dream, but I know it’s true. I’ve pinched myself at least ten times to be sure.

This morning was Jeff’s last day with us. The Thanksgiving weekend, and all the commotion that accompanied it, was finally ending. Jeff and I had grown closer and Grandma Jen had visited a couple of times with Tucker to make sure that they all got to know each other before Jeff would move in with them today.

Grandma Jen is incredible. She called Mrs. Martin and arranged to meet with her the Friday after Thanksgiving. Apparently Mrs. Martin listens to whatever Mr. Martin says and his word is law in their house. I think that’s pretty old fashioned, and so does everyone else in my family. Grandma Jen said that she understood where Mrs. Martin was coming from and they had a nice talk.

The Martins, or rather Jeff’s mom because Jeff’s dad didn’t want to listen to anyone, accepted Grandma Jen’s offer to have Jeff move in to her condo. They even arranged for Jeff to come pick up his clothes, books and the rest of his stuff this afternoon when his dad would be out playing cards at their club. I guess he plays every Sunday from 3 to 6.

Grandma Jen also feels confident that Jeff and his mom can repair their relationship and hopes to help them do that too.

I know Jeff is really feeling hopeful for the first time in his life and I’m feeling, well, I’m kind of sad.

I know it’s selfish, but with Jeff turning 17 really soon I’m worried that he’ll get tired of his newbie and I’m definitely NOT tired of him. At 17 he’d be able to go out and pick up older guys if he wanted to. I’ve heard the story about how Justin and Dad met about a thousand times. I can’t compete with some hot, older and more experienced guy.

When I started to stir this morning I looked over at Jeff. He’s really so beautiful and I feel things for him I didn’t think were possible to feel. It’s hard to put a name to how much I feel…I wish I could.

It seemed like it had been quite a while--with me just staring at him before Jeff began to slowly wake up. He raised his arm over his head and then rubbed his hand over his face and through his hair. It was all kind of hot to watch and it made me wake up a whole lot more.

Finally he turned and realized I was staring at him. I really thought he’d make some snarky remark about not having anything better to do then just stare, but instead he really surprised me. He must have seen how I was feeling, or at least I think that must be what happened.

First he brushed his hand gently over my cheek. I think I must have smiled because he smiled back. Then without either of us saying anything he pulled off my t-shirt and sweatpants and then very slowly pulled down my underwear. I was just lying there naked and getting harder by the second from him just looking at me.

Then he slowly took off his clothes and tossed them aside with mine on the floor. Standing there naked, he reminded of the statues of the Greek Gods we studied about in World History class.

Jeff crawled back onto the bed and placed himself close to me and touched my cheek again. This time I couldn’t resist and reached up to run my fingers through his hair. He leaned down slowly and kissed me. Soon I felt his tongue searching through my mouth and I did the same. We lay there just kissing for a long time.

Somewhere in the back of my mind I wondered if this would be the last time we would be together like this. He was entering a newer and freer life, and more options would be open to him. I tried to shove that thought to the back of my mind.

Soon Jeff was touching me everywhere and I just held on as he sucked on my nipples and licked and kissed me up and down my chest. Then rather than giving me a blow job, which was what I figured would be next he positioned himself on top of me and we began to kiss furiously. We were closer than we’d ever been before and our cocks were rubbing up against each other as we began to move. The friction was incredible and the feeling was so amazing.

We held each other so tight that I couldn’t figure out where I ended and Jeff began. I never wanted it to end but that wonderful feeling began to take over and we rutted against one another. It became so intense that I wrapped my legs around him and wrapped my arms tightly around his back. Jeff somehow got one arm behind my shoulders and the other hand rested against the back of my head, his fingers tangled in my hair. His face was buried in my neck and we held each other like we never had before.

I cried out as quietly as I could when my orgasm hit. His must have hit immediately after because I felt him shudder as well. This feeling of closeness was more than I could bear and the most wonderful moment I could ever imagine.

I’m not sure why I did it, and I hope I don’t live to regret it, but as we lay there in my bed, as close as two people could be, (without actually fucking—but this may have been closer in many ways) something besides my common sense took over and I whispered into Jeff’s ear, “I love you.”

Realizing what I said Jeff briefly froze. I knew I had just fucked up everything. But then Jeff picked up his head, smiled the sweetest smile and whispered back, “I know,” and then he continued to kiss me.

A stray tear or two must have left my eyes. I’m not sure if it was relief or if I really am a natural drama princess but Jeff saw and wiped them away. “What’s this about, Gus? Aren’t you happy?”

“Oh yeah, I think I’m happier than I’ve ever been. I’m just being a silly faggot as MJ would say whenever he gets choked up.”

“Well, that’s good, because I’ve never been happier than I’ve been the past few days, despite everything that’s happened with my family…and it’s all because of you.”

I wasn’t sure if he meant because it was my family that got him out of that stifling house he was living in, or because of me, personally, but at that point I didn’t care and I just kissed him again. After that we were both had these stupid grins on our faces.

I got up feeling a little better and told Jeff I was going to take a quick shower and see if either of my dads were up yet. After that Jeff was going to shower and pack up his bag so he’d be ready whenever Grandma Jen came over.

 

*~*~*~*~*
 

After my shower, I went downstairs and left Jeff to take his shower. Dad was reading the newspaper and drinking a cup of coffee.

“Dad, where’s MJ?”

“He was tired so I let him sleep in. He’ll be up long before your moms, Jenny and Uncle Michael and Uncle Ben get here. They’re not due for another three or four hours.”

“That’s good because I want to talk to you and I don’t think I could look at both of you at the same time.”

“What’s up Sonny Boy? You didn’t do anything wrong between last night and this morning did you?” Dad smirked.

“No Dad, I didn’t, but I may have said something that I’ll regret.”

“Why don’t you tell me and we’ll see if it was all that bad.”

“I really care about Jeff.”

“I know, I can tell.”

“It is kind of obvious. But I think I said something stupid to him this morning.”

“And what might that be?”

“I told him I love him.”

That got Dad’s attention. He put down his newspaper and picked up his coffee and took a long gulp. “I see. And do you love him?”

“Yeah, I really think I do.”

“And the problem is…”

“He didn’t say it back. Don’t get me wrong, I really think he feels something for me, I’m just not sure what.”

“What did he say when you told him?” Dad seemed to be measuring each question and answer, as if my responses were a matter of national security.

“He said, ‘I know’. Then he kissed me really hard. It may have been the most intense kiss he ever gave me.”

Now Dad was smiling. “Did you feel his answer?”

“I think so.”

“Good, because that’s the most important thing.”

“I’m not sure I understand.”

“Gus, I know I’m not much for storytelling. That was always your Mom and Justin’s domain, but I’d like to tell you a, well…let’s just call it a fairy tale.”

“Dad?”

“Trust me Sonny Boy.”

“Okay, go ahead.” I had no idea what Dad was talking about but I figured since he’s not a really big talker I should let it go.

“Once upon a time there was a King. He was the King of Darkness. He lived high up in a cold, brick castle with clean lines and pristine décor. The King would spend many hours amongst his subjects but never truly cared to get close to any of them. You see this King had a cold heart. It had been frozen by his parents who placed an evil curse on him that denied him the ability to learn to love freely.”

“Dad, is this about…”

“Shhh, Sonny Boy, never interrupt a good story.” I immediately quieted down and knew that I needed to keep my mouth shut.

“The King would gaze out his window that looked over his kingdom and it all seemed dark and bland. Nothing ever touched him. Oh, from time to time there was a subject that got close to thawing the King’s heart, but sadly his heart remained frozen. The pain of the curse was always there.

“Then one day a new subject came from another kingdom. He was banished from his kingdom for trying to enlighten his subjects who weren’t ready to hear his words of wisdom.

“The King spotted him one day. There seemed to be an unnatural glow that surrounded this beautiful subject and the King approached him. The new subject introduced himself as the Crown Prince of Light. He held his head up high despite the fact that he was in the presence of the King. The King felt something for the first time and was unable to identify the strange stirring from within.

“The King avoided the Prince at all costs because he was afraid of the reactions he was having whenever the Prince was near. In fact the King banished the Prince several times and the Prince would repeatedly leave, but he always returned.

“Finally, the King of Darkness stopped fighting the beautiful Prince of Light and the King’s frozen heart melted. The King anticipated feeling a pain that would cause him to die but instead he felt joy—something he had never experienced. The Prince inspired the King to develop more and more wonderful feelings and the final hurdle was when the King realized the curse had been completely broken as he was able to feel love.

“The subjects of the King’s land were unsure of the new attitude and changes in their King but they grew to realize he became a more benevolent ruler. They accepted the Prince of Light into their kingdom and the King asked the Prince to take the position at his side to rule the land together, as equals.”

Dad stopped there. He had a faraway look in his eyes and I could tell that they were moist. I understood the story and why he shared it in this way, at this time, and I loved him for it. Jeff would learn to open his heart with the help of the entire family; hopefully I would be his key to the light.

I realized I needed to help Dad come full circle. “Dad, Dad.” Then he turned to look at me. “You forgot the last line.”

“What are you talking about Sonny Boy?”

“And the King and the Prince lived happily ever after.” Dad looked at me. His eyes were still slightly wet so he just nodded.

“I love you Dad. Thank you.” I hugged him and left the room. As I did, MJ entered, he stopped me and kissed me on the cheek and then nodded.

As I slowly walked away I heard Dad say, “You heard?”

“Yes.”

“And…”

“I love you.”

“I know.”

I left them alone to enjoy a moment of piece in the Kingdom of Darkness turned to Light and somehow knew that Jeff and I would be okay.

 

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