Il libro di Jaylos

Promises Broken - Chapter 5

Even though Jay said his dad wouldn't be too sore about him not helping out at the shop the pair snuck through the aisle of the shop, the older boy keeping a look out and swiping something off a dusty shelf.
"I saw that Jay!" Jafar's voice echoed through the shop as they disappeared out the door.
Jay could only laugh, "let's walk, it's not far." He said, instantly taking Carlos's hand in his own.
Grinning like a fool Carlos walked hand in hand with the older boy, the fuzzy warm feeling taking over; Jay didn't talk much, which was fine because Carlos didn't have much to say.
The young De Vil heard the fair before they arrived, he smelt cheap burgers and candyfloss, he could already see a ride that span screaming people high into the air with its lights flashing madly and there was the loud calls from stall owners.
"stay close, don't want to lose you." Jay said to him as he paid to enter the fair.
Instinctively Carlos shuffled closer to Jay, almost pressing his cheek to Jay's shoulder, his senses bombarded with noise, smells and colour but every moment made him happy.
Jay seemed a little stiff sometimes as they passed crowds of people who smiled and waved at him, but the younger boy guessed he wasn't used to being seen with someone so low on the social food chain as Carlos; he tried not to let it bother him too much but every time it happened his happy feeling was dampened slightly.
"let's go on this." Jay voice broke through the noise.
In front of them a long seated ride, garish colours painted on every inch of it, lights flashing quickly; people were already seated and secured as Jay paid to get on.
Carlos didn't seem to fit in the huge plastic seat, even the thick harness felt too big, his stomach began to twist in panic and Jay seemed to sense it and took the younger boy's hand tightly.
"Hold...on...tight!" Came a voice from the loudspeaker as the ride creaked into action.
Carlos felt the wind whipping his hair and his heart bouncing about in his chest as the ride swung and span in horizontal circles, everything was a blur and he couldn't hear properly but the young De Vil found himself laughing, gripping Jay's hand tighter than ever.
"that was fun!" Carlos gasped as the left the ride, his legs feeling like jelly, still holding Jay's hand.
Suddenly there was another flash but this one came from Jay; he was holding a Polaroid camera, crouching down so they were both in the photo and smiled brightly.
"you really are too cute." The older boy laughed, pulling the photo from the camera.
In the developed image Carlos saw his own face staring back but it seemed different; he was actually happy, his whole face glowing and golden eyes bright and Jay looked devilishly handsome next to him.
They went on many more rides, each made Carlos's insides jump about, his vision blur and his face hurt from smiling; each time they got off a ride Jay took their photo, even as they tucked into cheap hotdogs smothered with onions and mustard Jay took photos.
"I didn't take you for a photographer." Carlos mentioned as he watched Jay play a ring toss game; in his pocket were dozens of photos.
Jay shrugged, "I'm not really, but I can't seem to help it with you." He gave Carlos a sideways grin before losing again.
Carlos had no idea how long they'd been at the fair but it was beginning to rain so the boy's decided to call it a day, however half way back to Jay's the heavens opened and it began to pour down, soaking them both instantly.
Trudging wet footprints into the dust shop Carlos didn't feel any less happy, a silly smile still on his face, Jafar was asleep behind the counter, snoring and dribbling, so the snuck past him to get to Jay's room.
"today was fun." Carlos said happily.
Jay looked at the younger boy with kind eyes, very gently his touched Carlos's flushed face with chilled hands, "I'm glad." He whispered huskily, he held up the camera, "one more photo?"
Nodding Carlos moved to stand by Jay, his grin already in place but Jay's face was closer than normal, he wasn't looking at the camera like all the other times; instead he was still looking at the young De Vil.
"Jay?" Carlos managed to whisper before the older boy leaned closer to kiss him full on the lips.
Immediately getting over the shock Carlos kissed back, revelling in the warmth of the other boy, his heart beating so hard it threatened to burst from his chest and butterflies battering around in his stomach.
Carlos didn't even notice the flash from the camera, Jay didn't even break the kiss as he placed it down on the bed to use both hands to cup the young boy's face gently.
Both were breathless as they pulled away, sharing the same stupid smile, Carlos gave a little laugh before laying his head on Jay's chest and once again listening to his heartbeat.
"I really like you Carlos." Jay's voice vibrated through his chest.
Tears sprang to the young De Vil's eyes but out of happiness, he clutched Jay's wet vest tighter, hugging him, "I like you too." He managed to whisper.
After peeling themselves out of their wet clothes, Jay lent Carlos some of his old clothes as pyjamas, the pair climbed back into the older boy's bed and watched terrible movies, sitting in the same position as the night before.
It wasn't the only time Jay kissed Carlos; they shared one when the first movie ended, one when Jay brought up some dinner and again as they began too sleepy to stay awake much longer.
Carlos woke on Sunday morning to find Jay not in bed, he didn't think much of it but he missed the warmth of the older boy and was about to settle back to sleep when he heard Jay talking from somewhere in the room.
"stop whining at me." Jay snapped at someone.
There was a chatter from someone talking on the other end of a phone, causing Jay to sigh deeply, "I'm not talking about this now." The older boy snapped, "I'll talk to you Monday."
Carlos could almost feel the annoyance radiating off Jay as he climbed back into bed and almost roughly pulled the younger boy to him, fingers flexing angrily and Carlos allowed himself to be hugged until Jay began to calm down.
"are..you okay?" Carlos finally asked slowly, hoping not to anger Jay.
The older boy flinched slightly, "I didn't know you were awake." He said in a hushed voice.
Snuggling closer Carlos tried to look at Jay in the semi darkness of the room but he couldn't make out very much, "I'm not really." He muttered, feeling the pull of sleep on his eyes.
Jay bent awkwardly to kiss the younger boy's forehead, "let's get some more sleep, we'll have a lazy day." He said softly.
They spent the day holed up in Jay's room, the phone convocation never mentioned, even the older boy seemed to have forgotten about it, where they watched some slightly better movies and ignored all shouts from Jafar downstairs.
As much as Carlos enjoyed spending the time alone with Jay there was something bothering the older boy; he seemed nervous about something, he kept spacing out so badly the younger boy had to physically shake him and every touch felt special, as if it would be the last.
"are you nervous about school tomorrow?" Carlos asked as it began to get dark outside.
Carlos knew Jay had a reputation as a ladies man and one of the top Tourney players, while the young De Vil was basically a no one; what had drawn Jay to Carlos was still lost on the younger boy but he was very grateful.
"no." Jay said shortly, staring at his ceiling.
Grabbing the camera Carlos jumped onto the bed next to Jay with a smile, "say cheese." He said happily and snapped the photo.
The older boy laughed, hugging Carlos to him, admiring their happy faces in the photo and kissing the younger boy softly on the cheek.
"I'll be sad to go home." Carlos sighed, dreading facing Cruella again.
Jay's grip tightened, "want me to come with you? Your mom will be pretty mad right?" he sounded worried.
"it's okay, I'm used to her moods." The young De Vil told him, knowing that he'll have to face his mom at some point and take the punishment handed to him.
"you can always come back here." Jay told him.
Carlos kissed Jay lightly on the lips, not letting him get carried away, "thank you, I'll remember that."
As the young De Vil lay in the dark that night, listening to Jay's even breaths, he thought about what people might say tomorrow and how Jay would react, the older boy didn't have a very good track record when it came to gossip.