Summer Vacation - Gay smut/fluff

1

Jamie Fakkus was sitting in his room, perched against the headrest with a laptop on his lap. His fingers clicked away on the keyboard before his mom came in, interrupting his typing.
"Honey?" His mothers voice drifted through the room. Jamie turned towards the door, instantly sinking into his bed.
"Dinner is ready," She said, frowning softly as Jamie's eyes dulled. "Please join us. We're discussing summer plans."
"I'm not hungry," Jamie whispered, cringing at his own voice. That lie... It was so easy to tell. He's been using it throughout the past year, and it simply flew out of his mouth when anybody mentioned food. Even if he'd be starving, he wouldn't admit it to a single soul, let alone himself.
"But," His mom looked down sadly. "Please, just this once."
"Why?" Jamie said, closing his laptop and hiding himself under his duvet.
"What do you mean, why? You're never with us anymore! You never talk to us, you never come downstairs anymore! We're worried for you, Jay, and we want you to get out more."
"It's my life and I can do what I want to," Jamie said plainly, as if he said this every day.
His mom stared at him in disbelief. "You're only sixteen, no way in hell am I letting you make your own choices. I'm your mother, and you're listening to me while you live under my roof, got it?"
Jamie just rolled his eyes, not wanting to put up with his mothers life lesson. "Fine, I'll go. But just this once, never again, clear?"
His mother nodded excitedly before hurrying out and down the stairs, squealing, "Paul, Paul, Paul! Jay's joining us for dinner!"
Jamie got up and pulled on a light sweater to cover his scarred wrists. He was sure that his parents already noticed them, but he didn't give a rat's ass anymore. It was his life and if he wanted to cut, he cut. He didn't want anybody's pity or the stupid 'you could get an infection and you could die!' lesson. He was tired of it, hearing it all the time from his teachers in class when they talked about that kind of stuff.
Slowly opening his bedroom door, he inhaled the fresh scent of lasagna downstairs. His stomach rumbled, and he bit his lip. No, you can't eat. You're already fat enough! he told himself. That's when he realized how hungry he really was. It was, what, five or six months since he's had a proper meal without throwing it back up? He wanted this, so much. A little bite can't hurt, can it?
He walked downstairs, his footsteps quiet as he walked into their small dining room. "Mom, dad, Kayla." He greeted them before sitting down beside his sister, Kayla. They all instantly brightened up at his presence.
"Jay! God, I missed you! How have you been up there? Have you heard the news?" Kayla started ranting about how they were going to have a fun summer vacation, but Jamie just tuned her out as he put a forkful of lasagna on his plate, licking his lips. This is where the angel and devil came out.
Come on, eat! You very well deserve it, you need this. the angel whispered. Jamie bit his lip, he really needed a new angel. Look down at yourself, can you see your ribcage?! The devil taunted. Jamie looked down, frowning. "No..." He murmured quietly so nobody could hear. Thought so! Don't eat, you fatass! If you do, you'll never be good enough!
Jamie sniffled, shaking his head as he scooped the fork into his mouth, moaning at the heavenly taste.
"Like it?" Mom said, stifling a laugh as Jamie nodded quickly, taking another forkful. "Good, I specially made it the way you liked it."
"Jay, were you even listening?" Kayla huffed, frustrated at her younger brother. Jamie grinned sheepishly with a mouthful of lasagna, doing a little shrug with his shoulders. He was about to reply when his mom cut him off.
"Jay," She warned. "Swallow before you talk. It's disrespectful to talk with a full mouth."
Jamie rolled his eyes as he swallowed and said, "Sorry, no. Could you please repeat it?" He gave his sister an apologetic smile. Honestly, he didn't mind people calling him Jay. Personally, he liked Jay way better than Jamie. Yes, they were both girly names, but he couldn't care less. He enjoyed Jay and Jamie wasn't the worst either.
"Well," Kayla began, taking a deep breath to tell the story. Oh boy, this meant that the story was long, and Jamie was not looking forward to it. "Mom and dad were looking through their old phonebooks and they decided to call up some old friends, the ones they were close with years ago. After a lot of 'this number isn't available anymore!'s, they stumbled upon the most rich family in U.S.A! The Kappa family, you remember? They have the three boys and one girl. They were always over! Anyways, they picked up and first they threatened to call the cops because they thought we were some crazy paparazzi, so mom had to convince them it was just us. They talked for, like, three hours or something, they talked about summer vacation and what they were going to do. Long story short, or shorter, they invited us to their private island with them for the summer!"
Jamie just sat there, chewing on a piece of lasagna as he processed this. Suddenly, his eyes grew wide. "Please tell me you said no, mom! Please!" He said frantically, whirling around in the dining chair to look directly at his mom. She gave him a confused look.
"Of course we said yes, honey. They insisted! Besides, we want you to get out more and we want you to have more friends, and their daughter is perfect material for a girlfriend for you a-" His mother began rambling.
Jamie's mouth fell open as he stood up, knocking down the chair as his fork fell onto his plate with a loud clatter. "Girlfriend? Girlfriend? For me?!" Jamie scoffed, shaking his head in disappointment. His parents didn't even know his biggest fact. It was pathetic, really. Really easy to tell, too. He's tried telling them multiple times, but they just never really listened or paid attention. Kayla was the only one that ever listened to him, so she knew.
"You mean boyfriend, mom," Kayla grinned and Jamie looked down, fiddling with the hem of his sweater. "He likes boys."
His mother just stared at him before his dad interrupted, saying, "You never cared to tell us until now?"
"I've tried, dad, but you guys just never listen to me! I literally went up to you multiple times to tell you and mom, but you just continue doing whatever you were doing, not even paying attention to me!" Jamie snapped, sitting back down and crossing his arms.
"I'm sorry, Jay. We're sorry. You know we still love you nonetheless and we'll be there for you, always." His mother said, offering him a sweet smile in hopes of him forgiving them about their lack of attention towards him.
"It's fine, I'm fine." Jamie sighed, running a hand through his messy black hair. "Do I have to go on the vacation?"
"Yes," Kayla, mom, and dad said in unison before all four of them burst into laughter, forks falling on the floor.
Kayla calmed down first, picking up her fork. "You need to get more friends. I heard the oldest son is cute." She winked at him.
"You know I have a different taste in guys than you, right? Just because we like the same gender doesn't mean we have the same taste as girls. You know that, right?" Jamie raised an eyebrow.
"Yeah yeah, of course. You're not the stereotypical one, I see. Whatever, though. I know you'll find him absolutely cute. Do you want me to show you a picture of him? I have plenty on my phone and his pictures are all over the internet. I'm sure that you've seen him on the news, too."
"Sure, why not? And you know that I don't watch the news. Wait, why do you have pictures of him on your phone?!" Jamie laughed as Kayla scrolled through her phone, a small smile playing on her lips as she ignored the question and handed him her phone.
"That's Caleb, the youngest brother. He's fourteen, so I don't think you'll be interested in him." Kayla hummed as she showed a picture of a boy with blonde hair falling over his eyes. She scrolled onto the next picture, smiling. "That's Oliver, he's sixteen, your age. Not the cutest, I know, but he's decent." She shrugged as a picture of a black haired boy with his thumbs up popped up. He was okay, Jamie liked his hair. "Next is the one I was talking about..." She smiled as she showed him the picture.
He took Jamie's breath away. He was in all black, a beanie on his head and a cigarette dangling from his lips as he gave a small smirk, his eyes wide and such a deep colour of green. He had dimples, too. "What's his name?" He whispered, not quite remembering him.
"Ryan," Kayla grinned as Jamie stared at the picture intensely. He opened his mouth to say something, then closed it again.
"How old is he?" Jamie whispered, giving the photo a once-over. He didn't look too young, and he clearly was older than eighteen, given the cigarette. Or maybe it was just rich family privileges. Either or.
"Nineteen, older than you. I don't know if you want an older boyfriend, but I'm sure as hell that you'd be the female in the relationship either way." Kayla smirked as she showed him more pictures of the gorgeous boy.
"Oh, shut up. Besides, I don't even think that he's, you know, like me..." Jamie said, his voice quieting down at the last part. Clearly, guys that looked this gorgeous were straight. Always. All the cute guys were straight.
"Like you?" Kayla raised an eyebrow before letting out a small laugh. "You mean, gay?"
Jamie nodded, fiddling with his thumbs quietly.
"Well, he is. Openly, too. So you're in luck." Kayla smirked as Jamie tried to hide a smile.