Westpoint Tales

by Kiwi

Entangled Tales - 71 - Vignettes

Crispian went off to sleep alone, as usual. He was dead-beat. He might look like a kid but he wasn't one and he didn't have their energy.

Jonathan and Justin both showered, then stripped to their boxer shorts, climbed into bed, turned out the lights, cuddled-up together and went straight off to sleep.

Sandie and Kadie stripped to their underwear and got into bed. They ordered up a late-night snack from room-service, (luxury!), and sat eating pizza, watching videos and talking and giggling until far too late.

Lucas and Shelley, in their underwear, climbed into bed and lay back with the TV going. Neither of them intended anything to happen, but, being young, healthy and in bed together, it did.

When, 'in the throes of passion', Lucas gasped, "I didn't bring any condoms Shell." Shelley said, "No worries. There's plenty in my jeans pocket."

"There is? What are you doing carrying condoms around, Miss Buckingham?"

"I always do, Mr. Sheridan. A girl's got to be prepared. I know how forgetful you can be and there's no way I'm getting pregnant."

"Wouldn't be that bad, would it? We could have a little baby of our own."

"No way Jose. I've got a career now, I think. I'm not taking any chances anyway. Are you getting the rubbers out or not?"

"Oh, I'm getting them. Hope you brought enough."

"Yeah, right! Studmaster."

Peter grabbed the remote, dived on to the bed and lay there, flicking through the TV channels, while Jay stripped off for a shower.

Jay stopped at the door of the bathroom and looked back at the skinny boy sprawled across the bed. "Peter?"

"Yeah, Jay?"

"Some of those guys up in K. Road were plastered with make-up."

"You want me to start wearing make-up, Jacob?"

"No I don't. They looked grotesque. Don't you ever do that to yourself."

"Don't worry, I won't - not if you don't like it."

"I don't like it. I like you just the way you are, Little Elf."

"I love you too, Big Guy. Hurry up and have a shower, we haven't got all night."

"We have actually. Okay - I'm hurrying."

When Jay came back, with the towel around his neck, Peter's eyes popped as he admired the sight, and then he hurried into the shower himself.

When he came back, towel modestly around his waist and his hair still standing up even though it was damp, he stopped and looked at Jay - lying on his back on the bed, hands behind his head, the sheet across his waist.

Peter turned and studied himself in the full-length mirror on the wall beside him. A skinny, undersized kid with spiky, dark-blond hair, freckles across his small, stub nose, big blue eyes and over-sized square white teeth. He let the towel drop to the floor and stood there naked, studying his form.

"Why me, Jay?"

"Why you what, Peter?"

"Why is it me that's here with you?"

"Who else would it be? I love you."

"But why do you love me? I mean, look at you, Jay. You're big and strong and just totally gorgeous. You're very good-looking and you're such a great person - you could have anyone you wanted. Why do you bother with a skinny little runt like me?"

"You stop that, Peter Lewis! You're not a skinny little runt. You're small but you're cute. You're beautiful, Peter and you're smart - well, usually. You're talented in so many ways and you're warm and caring, loving and funny and smart and strong. You're the nicest person I know and I love everything about you.

The question is not why you, but why do you bother with a big ordinary klutz like me?"

Peter came over and knelt on the bed. He picked up Jay's hand and kissed it tenderly. "You're not a klutz, JFK. and you're not ordinary either. You're a star, a superstar. I'll never know why you love me, but I do know that I love you - totally - and I always will.

Jay sat up and kissed his forehead. "I love you more, Little Elf. I'll always love you - just you and only you, always."

"I just can't believe that, after all these years, I got so lucky!"

"We got lucky, Elf. Come to bed."

John also lay across the bed, flicking through the TV channels. He looked back as Daniel came out of the shower with the towel around his waist.

"You're not going to sleep like that are you?"

"Sleep like what, John-boy?"

"You know - naked. You're not getting into bed with me with no clothes on."

"No worries, Cuz. I've got no intentions of sleeping naked with you."

Daniel bent and picked up his boxers and stepped into them, sliding them up his long legs under the towel. He wriggled the shorts into place, dropped the towel and got into bed.

"Gimme the remote. I'll find something to watch while you go and have a shower."

"I wasn't going to have a shower."

"Well you have to. I'm all clean now and I don't want you stinking up the bed."

"I've heard you farting in bed. You can stink it up all by yourself. Okay, don't hit me - I'm showering. See if you can find a porn channel we can watch."

"I will not. You're far too young to be watching porn."

"I'm not you know. I've done it too." John went off for a shower.

When he came back, he dropped the towel at his side of the bed and quickly slid, naked, under the covers.

"Hey! How come you can sleep in the nude when I'm not allowed to?"

John grinned his cheekiest smile. "As long as one of us has got pants on, my arse should be safe."

"Your arse is safe, Little Boy. I'm not interested."

"So you say. I don't want to wake up and find that you're dreaming that you've got Tony in here with you - or Toddy either."

"Or Toddy?"

"Yeah. We know what you've been doing, naughty little boys. We saw you too."

"Whadda you mean, you saw us?"

"We saw you. Grant and me, we watched you going at it. We snuck out to the Todd's garage when you and Toddy were up in his so-called secret place up in the rafters. Grant made a periscope and we watched you."

"You dirty little shits! What did you want to spy on us for?"

"Just checking it out. We thought we might learn something. Didn't though."

"Didn't learn anything. So you've been doing that? You and Grant?"

"Yeah, of course we have. Lotsafun."

"I'm gay, John."

"Well, Duh! Didn't think that we were here looking for Tones because you liked his singing."

"I do like his singing, but I love him. Are you gay? You and Grant?"

"Dunno. Maybe. Grant says that he's not, but he doesn't mind practicing with me."

"You be careful, Kid. Don't go getting hurt."

"I know what I'm doing. I didn't think you cared anyway."

"Once I wouldn't have. I didn't like you at all for a start, but I do now."

"I didn't like you either, but I do now, you're okay. As a matter of fact, I love you, Cousin."

"John! I'm shocked. And, I love you too, Cousin, but not like that - you know?'

"Not like that. Nobody loves me like that. I even offered it to Superboy, but he doesn't love me like that either."

"Now I'm really shocked. You offered to have sex with Justin? Why?"

"Because he's Superboy and because I thought he looked sad and lonely."

"Of course he's sad and lonely. He's in love with someone who's not here, same as I am."

"But, you've still got Toddy though."

"No I haven't. We're finished, Toddy and me. The sex is all finished anyway."

"You're finished? Maybe Toddy would like someone blonder and younger?"

"No he wouldn't. Toddy's too old for you, Kid. Find someone your own age."

"I'm looking but I can't find anyone."

"You'll find someone, there's no hurry. But please be careful and stay the hell away from that Cody - he's bad news."

"Cody? No, he's creepy anyway."

"He is. He'd chew you up and spit you out. I don't want you getting hurt, John."

"Thanks, Cuz. You can do me if you like - seeing as we're here in bed together anyway."

"No. I don't want to 'do' you. I do love you and we've got a good thing going, finally. I don't want to stuff it up."

"Cool. Can I have a hug anyway?"

"Yeah, come here. We can do that."

They hugged, long and hard, but chastely, and then they went to sleep together.

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