The Drummer's Boy

Chapter 24. If I Change My Gender, Maybe You'll Love Me More.

Jon's P.O.V:

He lightly rapped on the door. "George, could you please let us in? Pretty please?"

Barbara pushed Jon aside to knock on the door as well. Except, more like, banged hard on the door with her fist. "Open the bloody door right now you fucker! It is cold as shit out here!" She screamed.

Not a moment too soon, they heard the click of the lock. The door swung open, with no George on the other side of it.

They rushed in & slammed the door shut.

Inside, they took their coats off, hanged them up, & made their way into the kitchen to heat up some nice hot tea. As Jon was getting out the cups, Barbara was getting the teabags.

But as she took them out, a thought struck her. She turned to Jon & grabbed the cups out of his hands. "I think you should have a talk with George. I'll get the tea. He's clearly troubled about something, and I think you need to find out what."

Jon thought about it, then shrugged. "I don't know about that. I don't think he wants to talk about it. George isn't the one to open his feelings to anyone."

Barbara rolled her eyes. "Oh please Jon, don't give me that. He LOVES you. Which means, he'll tell you ANYTHING."

Jon thought about it again. Well, I mean, there's always a first time for everything.

After taking it into consideration, he nodded. "Okay. I guess it wouldn't hurt to try. But if he refuses to tell me what's wrong, don't say I didn't told you so."

Barbara rolled her eyes again. Jon laughed. He continued to laugh as he walked out of the room.

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Jon pushed the door open to the spare bedroom that was technically considered George's bedroom now. He walked in to see George laying on his side, on the bed.

He walked over to the bed & climbed in to lay next to George. He wrapped his legs around George's & his arms around his waist. He gently kissed his neck. "Baby, are you okay? What's wrong?"

"Don't call me that. And if your trying to sex me up, don't waste your time. I'm not in the mood." George responded. It sounded like he was crying.

Jon rolled over on George's other side to see his face. He was, indeed, crying. The tears were rolling off his face. Jon took his thumb & gently wiped them away. He then leaned in to kiss the tip of George's nose. George couldn't help but crack a smile. "I knew that would make you smile." Jon said with a smile on his face as well.

It disappeared as quickly as it appeared. "Stop it. I don't want you harassing me." George said.

But Jon wouldn't stop until George told him what was wrong. He decided to try another technique.

Jon pulled George closer until their bodies were fully touching. George tried to squirm away but Jon held him firmly close to him. He reached up his shirt & started to gently tickle his back. Jon could sense a slight change from George when he buried his face in Jon's shirt.

While still tickling George's back, he asked the question again. "What's wrong?"

This time, he knew he hit the jackpot when George gave him a clear answer. "Everything."

Jon stopped tickling his back & sat up, pulling George up in a sitting position as well so they could talk face-to-face. "What do you mean by that?" Jon asked.

George looked down at his hands, playing with them. He blushed as if he didn't want to tell Jon something humiliating. Jon noticed it. "George, whatever it is, I'm fine with it. Just tell me."