Two White Knights (part 2)

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Jesse woke first, hearing the shouting between Chris’ parents. He rose, the headache suddenly hitting him, he winced and fell back, but fought it, getting up and going to the door, listening to the words they were shouting.2

‘It’s all your fault, giving him too much love, introducing him to too many girls, I mean for god’s sake Mel, he’s turned gay, does that make you proud?’3

‘It’s not my fault, it’s no one’s, it’s the way he wants to be and we need to learn to accept it,’ Chris’ mother said, more calmly than his father.4

‘Accept it? Are you joking? I’m sending him to football camp, where he can become a real man, not some stupid pussy; do you know what this could do to us? Do to him? He would become the laughing stock of the town, I thought you’d understand that humiliation of all people, what after your sister turning out to be a lesbian.’ He shouted loudly, anger flowing through his words, a slight disappointment too.5

‘Jesse?’ Chris whispered, slowly waking. 6

Jesse ran over, distracting Chris from the noise down stairs, placing a kiss on his lips, and talking louder than normal.7

‘How you feeling? Got a hangover by any chance?’ 8

‘Yeah, what’s that noise?’ he asked, rising from the bed.9

‘Nothing, do you want to go out, get some fresh air?’ Jesse said, quickly changing the subject.10

‘Ok, let me get changed.’ Chris whispered, getting up and walking over to a pile of clothes in the corner. 11

He grabbed the nearest pair of trousers, black drain pipes, pulling them over his boxers. Jesse sat, singing over the shouting in the background, although he hated his voice.12

‘Can I borrow a top?’13

‘Yeah sure, might be a bit big though!’14

Jesse laughed, ‘you still have my Pokemon top!’ he chuckled, reaching into the drawer for his top. 15

They both removed their tops similar times, turning around to one another. The shouting suddenly got louder, so Jesse pushed Chris back onto the bed, covering his ears with his hands, kissing him deeply, trying to drown the shouting out. Chris kissed him back, running his hands up Jesse’s back. Jesse let go, pulling back, noticing the shouting had stopped, and began to put on his blue Pokemon top proudly.16

‘Still looks good!’ Chris laughed, putting on his black top and grey belt loosely around his waist.17

‘Thanks.’ Jesse nodded, posing sweetly.18

‘Ready to go?’ Chris whispered, running his hands through his messy blonde hair. 19

‘Let me just use your gel,’ Jesse said, bending down and placing the gel into his hair, flicking up the back, and flattening the front over his forehead. 20

‘Ok how do I look?’ he said, turning to Chris.21

‘Gorgeous, now can we go?’22

‘Yeah, but out the window, I like mischief!’ he said, trying to convince Chris to follow.23

They both slid down the drain pipe, and onto the gravel. It was almost eight, and the roads were empty, except for the two of them.24

‘Want to go to mine for a while?’25

‘Yeah sounds good,’ Chris mumbled.26

They walked together, a slight distance between them, taking in the fresh air, glancing at one another each minute. They looked almost like twins, both wearing black drain pipes. Although Jesse was thin and weak, his children’s top tight on his skinny chest, his trousers almost falling down, as his black hair covered his pale face. Chris was almost the opposite, his long curly blonde hair draped over his round face, his muscular chest outlined with his black top, his whole personality and image far more macho than Jesse, and yet when they were alone, he never wanted to let go of him, he was the most emotional and sensitive guy, compared to Jesse’s confident playfulness.27

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‘Shit, I forgot my key,’ he said, reaching the door to his house. 29

They both knew what to do, Jesse doing it so often recently. they both walked around to Jesse’s bedroom window. Chris lifted him up, pushing him onto the roof of the bungalow. Jesse crawled across, scratching at a corner until it finally opened the roof window. He climbed through and opened the massive window for Chris to climb through. 30

‘Thanks,’ he said, grabbing his money from the drawer. 31

Chris relaxed upon Jesse’s bed, the place where they both normally stayed. Jesse walked around, grabbing his wallet, his mobile and changing his vans to converses. 32

‘Hmm…’ Jesse mumbled, looking at his desk.33

‘What?’ Chris looked up from the magazine he had begun to read.34

‘Stay still…’ Jesse whispered, straddling Chris, throwing the magazine aside.35

‘What are you gonna do? I don’t trust you…’36

‘Just a little make-up!’ he giggled, removing his eyeliner from his pocket.37

Chris squealed, wriggling from side to side.38

‘Stay still and you will look soo pretty!’ 39

‘Fine,’ Chris said reluctantly.40

Jesse began to draw a little heart on Chris’ cheek, and then painted his lower eyes black, loving every minute of it.  41