Kip
Part 4
Written by Daniel Self
On Monday morning Oliver was sat in the dining room just finishing his cereal. The bell on the prefects' tables rang and the room quickly hushed. Oliver's head of house stood up holding the clipboard that contained the duty lists and announcements for the week. A short list of names was read off with accompanying posts, some rewards of merit, some penalties for minor misdemeanours, then Oliver heard his own name being called out.
"Jackson, Major's study 16:30."
Oliver's stomach cramped and he felt his face redden as a few faces turned to look at him. Major was the name used respectfully by the boys of their housemaster and a call to the study at a designated time was seldom a cause for celebration.
The day passed slowly. Oliver saw Kip only briefly at lunchtime, telling him that he would not be in the music block after games.
"Why not?" Kip was surprised, it was unusual for Oliver to give up his half hour with the piano each day for anything. He was also disappointed. Listening to Oliver play or playing himself whilst Oliver listened had become very much part of their shared routine and he looked for to the time every day.
"I have to see Major."
"What for?"
"I don't know."
Oliver lied. He knew exactly why he had been summoned, but was determined that neither Kip not anyone else should know at this stage.
"It'll just be something stupid, probably my Dad ringing to say he'll be late to get me next week or something."
"Come over after prep and let me know, or I can come over."
"I'll come."
Since the Saturday night, Oliver's perception of his world had changed. Now he thought of the room where he and Kip had really made love for the first time as their room. His room in Blenkin now seemed like somewhere he stayed when he couldn't be with Kip
Oliver made his way to his house master's study, in plenty of time for his appointment. He sat on one of the three moulded plastic chairs outside waiting until his watch showed four thirty and then, aware of a slight tremble in his knees, knocked quietly at the door.
"Come." A military boom from inside. Kip opened the door and walked in closing it after him and standing, his arms taut by his side.
"Ahhh yes... Jackson. Well come in and sit down then." Oliver sat down, not at the desk but at one of the two comfortable armchairs that his house master directed him to.
"So..." he waved Oliver's note in the air. "After a change of air I see."
Oliver nodded. "Yes Sir."
"Your letter of request was well written, and..." he looked at the note again "...and I accept that several of the friends you have made in connection with your piano playing and music generally are in Welstead and the move would be convenient."
Oliver nodded again, "Yes sir" again, but wishing he would just get on with it.
"I do have one concern."
Oliver's heart jumped. "Sir?"
"Stone, Jackson, David Stone. David Stone." He stood up and looked at Oliver.
"He's not settled well, he's been beaten up by Farrow..." Oliver could not suppress his look of surprise. "Oh yes, I know, I need proof, but I shall find it, and I'll not have boys in my charge being beaten up by anyone or beating others up.
"So, David Stone, not happy and now he seems to have finally made a start at having a friend, I heard from matron that you went to see him, with some other lad she couldn't remember... he seems to have a friend, may be, and that friend wants to move to another house."
He looked at Oliver with a face Oliver found it very hard to read.
"Well?"
"Sir?"
"Oliver, you are a sensible young man, and I have no doubt that you will succeed which ever house you are in, and I shall look on your leaving as a loss for Blenkin and a gain for Welstead. What I would like is that you do not forget Mr Stone."
It felt very strange to Oliver to hear his first name coming from Major, but even stranger was this fleeting glimpse of how much the man knew about what was going on, stuff that Oliver assumed never came to his attention. Oliver found himself wondering if Major knew about... but no - he couldn't. He suddenly realised that he did not actually know what the answer to his request was.
"Shall I transfer then Sir?"
"Yes, yes Jackson. Not this term mind. Too much disruption just for the last week, you'll go straight in at the beginning of next term. You'll be sharing, of course, they don't have our modern facilities over there."
Major beamed with pride.
"A boy called Kip... hmmm -strange name, I'm not sure if that's his first name or... no must be... hmmm. Anyway, next term. Alright sir?"
"Thank you Sir." Kip smiled up gratefully at the man before him "And Sir, I won't forget about Stone Sir. I think he may be getting a lot more friends."
"Good. Good Jackson. Off you go then."
Oliver left the study, closing the door carefully behind him, barely able to suppress his excitement and gripping his hand in a fist exhaled "Yes, yes, yes." as he set off to tea.
As he left, Fisher was leaving the study of his own house master where he had been briefed on Kip's new room mate for next term and asked to ensure that Kip knew and that his room was sorted out accordingly before the end of term. Fisher was smiling and thoughtful. He went across to Blenkin to catch Oliver before he got to tea.
-
Friday was the last Friday of term. The following Wednesday would be the school carol concert, and those boys whose parents were attending, Oliver included, would be leaving straight afterwards. Kip would be taking the train back into London the following morning. Friday was also Kip's birthday. Birthdays at school were a strange thing, Kip always thought. His was so close to the end of term that his parents always kept his presents at home for his return. They sent a card, of course, but it never really felt quite like a proper birthday used to when he had been little. There was no tradition amongst the boys of giving each other even birthday cards and certainly not presents so Kip had had no great expectations of the day, but was looking forward to Oliver and the Wilson boys coming over after prep. They had said nothing about cake, but Kip thought that, given that they had provided cakes for just about every other occasion this term, they would be unlikely to miss his birthday, so he had already got four mugs and plates from the kitchen and borrowed a kettle so that they could do everything in his room.
The Wilson boys arrived first, with a box that Kip guessed contained a cake. Much to his surprise they also brought a card and a small present which they gave to him, smiling and with instructions that neither were to be opened until Oliver was there too. They did not have to wait long. Oliver arrived with a present as well and a card. He hugged Kip and gave him a kiss which elicited silly slurping noises and laughter from Paul and Philip. Kip wanted to open the card but was put off by Oliver who said that he should make everyone a drink first so they could all have some cake.
"Honestly!" Kip laughed as he was making the coffee "No one's ever given me a card at school before and now I get two and presents as well and I'm not allowed to open them."
"Just get on with it Kip!"
Kip turned around to see his cake, with fourteen candles, all alight on it. He felt himself well up inside as his three friends did great disservice to the tune and words of the Happy Birthday song.
"Speech! Speech!"
"I'd better blow those candles out quick or we'll be in deep shit!" Kip laughed and blew them all out at once.
There was a knock at the door.
"Oh shit!" Kip wasn't worried about the candles so much as how they had come to be lit, but he relaxed as the door opened and Fisher came in, looking slightly awkward.
"Thought I'd drop by with a card good 'un. Sorry - didn't realise you had company."
Kip told Fisher that he was silly to think that he would ever not be welcome and took the card from his hand and opened it. Inside the card read simple "Have a good 'un good 'un." and was signed just "F". Kip hugged Fisher who ruffled up his hair as he had done so often that term.
"Thanks Fisher, and thanks for... well thanks for being here this term."
"I've got some news for you though." Fisher looked serious and Kip looked at him waiting.
"You're not going to be on your own next term. You'll be sharing this room."
"Oh." Kip was surprised and then suddenly felt sad. He always knew he would have to share again, but somehow it already felt like he was, with Oliver. He looked at Oliver who had a strange look on his face.
"You'd better open my card next!" Oliver could see the sadness in Kip's face and hoped that he would forgive the tease that he had arranged with Fisher. "Go on, do it now!"
Kip pulled the card from the unsealed envelope. It had a picture of Bach on the front. He smiled and opened the card.
"Happy birthday to the boy I love most from his new room mate. Oliver."
Kip read the card again and looked up to see Fisher grinning from ear to ear. He looked at Oliver, also smiling and realised what was going on.
"You bugger!" he laughed at Fisher "You rotten bugger, you knew." Fisher and Oliver laughed. The Wilson boys knew nothing of what was going on and looked on puzzled.
"I'm sharing with Oliver, next term, here, us two in here!" Kip explained unable to contain his excitement.
He went up to Oliver and hugged him tight, almost crying with the relief and the excitement he was feeling.
"That's the best present, ever, ever" he whispered into Oliver's ear.
Fisher interrupted.
"I have to go now."
"Oh Fisher, stay and have some cake, please." Kip was pleased to hear Oliver pleading with Fisher to stay, but he wouldn't, saying he had to be somewhere else but he'd maybe pop back later.
Paul and Philip began to cut the cake and Oliver passed Kip his present. There isn't much to be done to disguise a CD and Kip opened it with a pretty good idea what it would be.
"Glenn Gould, Bach Preludes and Fugues." Kip announced for the benefit of Paul and Philip and smiled at Oliver.
"Now I'll have it home to listen to."
"You can open ours now," the twins said in unison and Kip, looking at the smirks on their faces guessed that their present was going to be something silly. He open the card first which had an reproduction of a black and white photo of two chimpanzees sat together in an old metal bathtub. Inside "Love from Paul" and "Damn, I missed it. Philip." Kip laughed and showed the card to Oliver.
"I hope you haven't told anyone else!" Kip smiled.
"Not yet!"
"I haven't opened your present yet." Kip said and picking it up peeled of the paper as Oliver looked on. The twins started sniggering again, Paul saying
"Don't get excited Kip, it's only something silly."
It was a packet of cheese biscuits. All four boys started laughing as Kip revealed the packet. The biscuits were called "Bath Olivers."
"We saw them and we thought of you!" the twins chimed out together.
The four boys sat about chatting, eating the cake, some of which was left in reserve for Fisher if he returned, and it was gone nine thirty when there was a knock on the door again.
"Come in." Kip yelled expecting Fisher, but it was David Stone who came in. The room went quiet. Kip looked at David and smiled. David seemed nervous and offered the card that he held in his hand. Kip wondered for a moment if this was what it was like when you died. In a moment, half his remembered life, starting school, David crying in his arms wanting his Mum, the first time they had experimented touching each other, the beginning of term and the visit to the med. centre all flashed through his mind. Kip broke the silence.
"Hello David, how's the head?" Kip beckoned him to sit down on his bed.
"Still sore," David winced a smile "But it's much better thanks. Someone in the team told head of house about what Farrow did and now Major knows. Farrow's really in shit."
"What will Major do?" Kip was delighted to hear that Major had been good on his word and got the proof he wanted.
"He's going, tonight. I don't know if he's back next term but Major saw me to tell me that his Dad was coming tonight."
"Serves the bastard right." Oliver was pleased, pleased for David, and pleased that his head of house had kept his word about the origin of the story.
"Can I open it?" Kip asked holding up the card. He could feel the tension between the twins and David, and was anxious to establish that he and Oliver were friends again with Stone, that he wasn't the same boy who had hurt Kip so much at the beginning of term.
"Course, it's your birthday." David smiled glad not to be talking about Farrow any more.
Kip opened the card and reading it felt his eyes wet with tears. On the right hand side David had just written
"To Kip, happy birthday, Rocky"
but it was the left hand side that Kip read.
"Kip, you were the best friend I ever had and I was stupid and horrible and now you are still the best friend I have. You and Oliver are better friends to have than I should have. What I said about you was wrong, my brother was wrong, I told him and now he thinks I'm gay too. He's wrong about that and all. I love you both and I'm sorry."
It was signed David. Kip felt his bottom lip wobbling.
"Thanks David," he passed the card to Oliver, "We love you too."
The room had gone silent again, and this time it was Paul who spoke offering David some cake as Philip offered to make him a drink.
"No thanks." David smiled at them "I have to get back. I have to go to med. to get my antibiotics first and it'll soon be ten." He got up to leave and looking at Kip and Oliver said "Sorry, maybe I shouldn't have come over."
It was Oliver who stood up and hugged David, tightly but carefully avoiding any contact below the waist.
"We're glad you came. Really glad, and we're glad you're getting better too."
David turned to leave. "Thanks guys. See ya."
When he had gone, Paul and Philip rose to leave too.
As they walked out of the room, Fisher came back. Kip was pleased to see him, but knew that he and Oliver had only a few minutes before Oliver would have to leave.
"Did I miss it all?" Fisher smiled.
Oliver too was aware of the constraints on their time together, but didn't hesitate to offer Fisher the piece of cake that had been kept back for him. He took it, but looking at his watch said that he would take it back to his room to eat. He was just leaving the room when he turned.
"Oh, I nearly forgot. I went over to Blenkin earlier and had a word with the fourth form prefect over there, Johnson?" he looked at Oliver for confirmation of the name. Oliver nodded.
"Yes, well we decided that it would probably be good for you two to have a night together before the end of term, 'just to get to know each other a bit', so if you want to Oliver, you can stay over tonight. Johnson knows and I know so, no problem. Good night then." He left with a wink and a smile.
"Thank you Fisher," both boys replied in unison. "Good night."
-
Kip looked at Oliver.
"This is how it's going to be. Like this always," he said as he held Oliver tightly to him, "together."
"Together." Oliver echoed.
Kip reached over to the desk and set his new CD playing.
Both boys now felt slightly shy. The moment that they thought would never be had arrived, and neither knew quite what to do next. They had never shared a bed, never gone to bed with the intention of being with each other. They had made love, but always conscious of the time and the place, but now there were no constraints, nothing to press them, only themselves. Oliver took the lead, he sat on the bed.
"Undress for me Kip. Take your clothes off, like you were unwrapping something." Kip thought he would feel awkward or embarrassed but he didn't. He trusted Oliver completely, and Oliver had told him he was beautiful. He reached down and undid the laces of his shoes and took them off, removing his socks and standing barefoot in his uniform in front of Oliver. He smiled at him and pulled off his tie and unbuttoned his shirt, shrugging it off his shoulders and letting it fall to the floor. As he removed each item of clothing, Oliver was doing the same as he sat on the bed. Kip unclipped his trousers and let them fall around his ankles and then pushed down his underpants, standing shakily on first one leg and then the other as he removed them and stood naked in front of Oliver who was also now undressed, sitting on the bed. Kip had never felt so wanted or desired as he did at that moment. Oliver reached forward to him and grasping his hips pulled his slender winter-pale body closer. Kip's cock twitched in front of his face, the foreskin slightly drawn back and a thin thread of his pre-ejaculate lengthening from the tip. Oliver brought his mouth to it and kissed it, initially just small pecks but soon taking it into his mouth savouring the sweet saltiness and the aroma of Kip's warm crotch. His hand reached under Kip's balls that hung loose in the warmth of the room and lifted them in their soft sac, feeling their weight on his fingers. His lips pressed Kip's foreskin and it retracted fully. Kip groaned softly as Oliver's tongue caressed the tender head of his cock.
Already conscious of the ache in the v lines that led to his groin, Kip pulled away, sinking to his knees and took Oliver's hard shaft in his hand. His cock was perfectly straight and the same width all the way up to where the flare of the head stretched against the enclosing foreskin. The skin was bunched over the end of Oliver's cock and Kip studied the subtle change of colour from the fleshy pink marbled with the deeper colour of the veins in the shaft to the darker brown of the looser skin of his sac and loose tip of foreskin. He licked up the semi-circular ridge that ran up the underside then down again to the Oliver's balls, pushing his tongue between them to the firm flesh that was the root of his cock. He breathed the smell of Oliver that he so loved.
He stopped to lift Oliver's legs and swing them round on to the bed then lay beside him head to toe and gently massaged and kissed at his feet. He felt Oliver doing the same to him, and they both licked their ways back up one another's legs stroking the soft skin between their thighs. Both boys ached for the release of cumming and as their mouths engulfed each other's cocks they both began to gently push their hips, sinking their cocks into each other, consumed with the sensations of giving and feeling, trying to hold back, to make the moment last just another a few minutes longer and then they came, together, each boy's mouth flooded with the seed of their love, spluttering as the liquid of their sperm mixed with the air of their cries. Both boys reflected the sensitivity of their own cocks as they slowed their sucking, first to a gentle rhythm as the last drops of sperm came and finally to licking at the base and the balls, avoiding the tender head that was too sensitive even for soft lips to touch.
Kip turned around and lay looking at Oliver's face. They kissed and Kip could taste his own and Oliver's sperm in their mouths. They lay still, no words being necessary between the two as they absorbed each other's happiness and listened to the sound of their breathing as it lightened. Eventually, they crawled under the covers. Kip lay behind Oliver, one arm beneath Oliver's head, the other laying over his torso, his hand lying lightly on Oliver's softened cock.
They slept, stirring occasionally with the unfamiliar sensations of another body, another source of heat in the bed. Kip had woken in the small hours of the morning as he felt Oliver's hard cock pushing at his anus. He felt it slip in and felt the tender motion of Oliver's hips as they pushed against him, quickly and then slowly but always gently. He felt that wonderful fullness and contentment that he had the first time Oliver had loved him like that and fell asleep again, Oliver's cock inside him, Oliver's arm wrapped around him.
-
Kip zipped up his bag and looked around their room. Oliver had left the previous evening with his parents as had most boys, and Kip was ready for the struggle to the station for his train which was not due to leave for another hour. It was silly going so early, but he was finding being alone in the room slightly depressing and he preferred to be early anyway.
As he left the main door of Welstead, he was surprised to see David.
"I thought you'd gone!" Kip said to him.
"No. My Dad can't get here 'til this afternoon. Thought I'd come and give you a hand with your bag to the station"
Kip smiled, squinting slightly in the cold sunshine of the December morning and David smiled back.
Kip was grateful. He wasn't especially large or strong and the mile walk to the station from school would have been a long and tedious series of changing hands and resting. David though was strong and played enough rugby to keep himself that way. The two had been friends more or less since the day they had started together in junior school.
Authors deserve your feedback. It's the only payment they get. If you go to the top of the page you will find the author's name. Click that and you can email the author easily.* Please take a few moments, if you liked the story, to say so.
[For those who use webmail, or whose regular email client opens when they want to use webmail instead: Please right click the author's name. A menu will open in which you can copy the email address (it goes directly to your clipboard without having the courtesy of mentioning that to you) to paste into your webmail system (Hotmail, Gmail, Yahoo etc). Each browser is subtly different, each Webmail system is different, or we'd give fuller instructions here. We trust you to know how to use your own system. Note: If the email address pastes or arrives with %40 in the middle, replace that weird set of characters with an @ sign.]
* Some browsers may require a right click instead
