L.if.E (BoyxBoy)

Fright Night - Part 2

[Authors Note:  Well I seem to be getting people, well a good few, to read L.if.E, but would appreciate a vote or a comment or two if you enjoyed it.  It just helps me gauge if I am connecting with you all.  Thanks to those who have voted and commented, now please tell you friends to read and vote too, much appreciated, Lyle xx]

We first got on our underwear before going into Stuarts room to see what the crying was about, only to be met by a red eyed, miserable looking, heaving form, sitting on the edge of his bed totally naked.

Stuart looked at us both and then proceeded to cry harder into his little camping pillow.

“Stuart, what’s the matter, what’s happened?” asked Pete.

Stuart just buried his head further into the pillow and cried even harder, if that was possible.

“Jeez Stu, tell us what’s going on” I said, though a little too abrupt and I immediately regretted it, but it seemed to have some effect on Stuart as he calmed a little.

Between sobs and intakes of breath, Stuart started to pour out his heart.

“I heard you guys and I became jealous of your happiness with each other, I am so, so, sorry”

Pete looked at me then at Stuart and in his calm concerned voice asked, “Sorry for getting jealous, why you don’t have to be either sorry or jealous, kiddo”.

Stuart sobbed louder, hiding his face deeper into the pillow, which was now getting damp from all his tears, “I am really so sorry, I shouldn’t have done it, but I got so jealous. Oh my God I am really so sorry”.

I looked down at him, and though puzzled by why he was so insistent on apologising, I couldn’t help noticing how he was managing to screw himself up into a ball, as though trying to shrink before our eyes and disappear. I had known Stuart long enough to realised that he was hiding something from us other than his feelings of jealousy.

“Stuart,” I said, “calm down and tell us what has happened, I don’t understand why you feel jealous, it’s not like we had girls with us, and …”.

Whack, it hit me like a lightning bolt, the sudden realisation that he was also gay. Why hadn’t I noticed the signs, all the times he was always there for me and sometimes in the most personal of moments too. His arousal when showering and checking my back, the times I always awoke in the tent and he was right against me, even when I had made sure I tried to keep my distance in case he guessed about me.

“Oh Stuart, not you too” I said, “This is becoming too weird, you can’t be.”

Pete, who had dropped down on his haunches to put a hand on Stuarts shoulder to try to calm him, looked up at me and emphasising each word asked, “What, are, you, on about, what’s weird and what can’t he be?”

Stuart lifted his head from the pillow and in between the sobbing gasps for air answered “Pete… uh… Lyle’s right… uh… I’m homosexual… uh… too.”

“Oh”

“Yeah… uh… Oh”

“So why are you sorry, I don’t get it” I said, “I understand what you’re saying about being jealous, I think. You fancy Pete too, but why so dramatic about it, and why are you naked?”

Pete stood up and blushed when it sunk in what both Stuart and I had said, “Oh Stuart, I am sorry kiddo, I didn’t realise, and there’s me and Lyle carrying on in the next room without thinking of your feelings, no matter which side you bat for.” [Author Note:‘To bat for the other side’ meant someone was gay]