I Would Do Anything For You

Clyde Andrews

The “Cute Gay Romance” Series

Healthy, Wealthy and Boyfriend Wise

Mr Heartbreak

Help! I’ve Got a Crush

The New Boy Next Door, Uh-Oh!

Harvey & Jordan, the Odd Couple

I Would Do Anything for You

This series has love and laughter at its core and features cute boys falling in love with happily ever afters, too. All stories are standalone and can be read in any order.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, incidents, and dialogues are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to people, living or dead, events or locales, is entirely coincidental.

The right of Clyde Andrews to be identified as the author of this work has been asserted by him.

Copyright © Clyde Andrews 2019

Edited by Charlie Knight: www.cknightwrites.com

Cover by BNPDesign Studio used under license with Canva Premium for use as Kindle book cover © 2019.

ALL RIGHT RESERVED. No part of this may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system without the written permission of the author.

Published by Eridani Books 2019

Reece and Lachlan have known each other all their lives, spending every waking moment together if they can. In fact, they both have feelings for one another that goes well beyond friendship—they are soulmates.

At a party one night, Lachlan kisses Reece.

Reece gets scared by his overwhelming feelings for Lachlan and can’t reciprocate. He immediately regrets his decision, especially when Lachlan decides he must move on if Reece doesn’t want him in that way, pursuing the attention of Christian—the hot and fit captain of the Preston Dolphins swim team.

Reece wishes he could turn back time so he can correct his mistake. When Lachlan accepts a party invitation from Christian, Reece truly believes his chances with the only boy he’s ever loved are lost.

Can Reece get Lachlan back? Or will his happily ever after fade away like the memory of that one kiss that changed his world?

1

The Kiss That Shaped the World

The crackling fire from the outdoor firepit hypnotised Reece. He couldn’t help but stare at the dancing flames, at peace for the first time in ages. His best friend, Lachlan, was next to him.

The evening was perfect.

Stars twinkled above. The night air was still. Cicadas chirped their mating song and the branches of a nearby tree rustled every now and again as a possum hunted for its dinner. The rest of the partygoers had gone inside, their distant excitement not enough to distract. Reece and Lachlan were alone.

Reece turned to really look at Lachlan, his beautiful face aglow in the orange light. But his best friend wasn’t happy, his shoulders slumped, expression forlorn. Some douchebag had given Lachlan a hard time lately and Reece’s heart ached knowing that he was hurt.

“It’s just been such a shit week because of him,” Lachlan blurted, throwing a stick into the fire. It popped and sizzled before joining the ashes and smoke that twisted up lazily to the heavens. 

“Don’t worry about that jerk—you’ve got me. Best friends forever, right?” Reece shuffled closer on the bench seat towards Lachlan, putting his hand onto his leg. 

Lachlan didn’t flinch, instead putting his arm around Reece’s waist. “But why do other people have to make it about them, Reece? Me being gay shouldn’t mean I can’t be myself. It’s not my fault he took offence to the way I breathed or whatever.”

“Like I said, he’s a jerk.”

Lachlan sighed. “I just wish I could get a boyfriend as awesome as you are, Reece. You understand me. You make me feel comfortable and needed and…” Lachlan audibly swallowed, then whispered, “You know…that-that I…love you…with everything I am, don’t you?”

Reece didn’t reply. The words were on the tip of his tongue, but they wouldn’t fall from his lips. They couldn’t, he was in too much turmoil.

He wanted Lachlan. Oh, how he wanted him. But something held him back from reciprocating Lachlan’s sentiments. Was Reece scared of what could be? Or scared of what couldn’t? He wasn’t sure, but one thing he knew, he always wanted Lachlan to be his friend. And if he admitted his love, that would change everything. And Reece wasn’t sure how that would turn out. His doubts superseding everything else.

I love you, too, Lachie. I always have. You’re my world. But...

Lachlan turned his attention to Reece when he didn’t reply with anything more than an audible swallow of his own, the reflection of the fire dancing wildly in his best friend’s eyes. Did Lachlan know? Was the warmth between them more than what their words could convey? Reece swallowed again, unable to tear his eyes away from Lachlan’s.

The space between them became electric.

Reece held his breath. His hand on his best friend’s leg became hot, radiating up throughout his whole body. His stomach fluttered delightfully, more so when Lachlan put his other arm around him.

There was a lifetime of knowing and caring for each other between them. A lifetime that had led to this moment.

Lachlan closed his eyes, moving closer, lips puckered. Reece froze. He held back a gasp as his best friend’s lips contacted his own.

Their kiss held everything.

Reece’s body shuddered and he felt Lachlan’s do the same. If this was what it’s like to be kissed by and close to the person I love, then it’s phenomenal!

As Lachlan’s tongue ghosted across his Reece’s lips, asking for permission to deepen their contact in the most wonderful way, he felt himself sink deeper and deeper into the warmth of Lachlan’s embrace.

Oh, God.

But Reece’s insides churned with something else as he became light-headed. Fear caused by those earlier doubts stabbed at him. Fear of the possibilities he may not be ready for. Fear of surrendering to his feelings that he’d held close for so long. Fear that if they became more than friends it could ruin everything.

But why did his doubts and fears and insecurities have to surface now?

Reece pulled away and Lachlan gulped in surprise, letting him go. “I…don’t think that’s…I can’t, Lachie.”

“S-sorry.” Lachlan’s gaze fell to the leafy ground, his shoulders slumped again. “I wasn’t thinking. I’m so sorry, Reece. I shouldn’t have done that.”

“It’s all right.” Reece kept his hand on Lachlan’s leg. He squeezed it, letting him know it his words were the truth. “I’ll always be your best friend, Lachie.”

Lachlan offered a pained smile.  

2

How to Get Your Personal Best

One month later…

Having the design of the Preston Dolphins swim team on his speedos did nothing to hide Lachlan’s boner no matter how much the graphically-styled porpoises splashed across it.

And it was all Christian’s fault.

If the captain of the swim team hadn’t swum adjacent to Lachlan’s lane for his speed trial and qualifier for the regional meet in two weeks’ time, then he would have avoided:

A: Embarrassment—because once the trial had been swum, he’d have to get out of the water and reveal to everyone watching, including his mum and dad, that he was sporting an awkward and difficult to hide hard-on.

And B: Humiliation—because if by some miracle no one noticed said hard-on stretching the material of his speedos beyond their structural integrity, then a few of the other guys on the team would certainly make sure they did.

He could hear it now as he approached the touch pad that would record his swim time. There would be heaps of pointing, lots of laughing, and stuff like, “Check out Lachie! He’s cracking a fat!” or, “Hey, Lachie! Did you just swim back from Bonertown, ‘cause you’ve bought back a souvenir!” and, “Jeez look everyone, Lachie’s going spearfishing!”

Lachlan groaned at those thoughts between breaths as he freestyle-stroked towards his goal. He had to think of anything but his misbehaving dick right now because he desperately wanted to get onto the team for regionals. To do so, he needed to complete his swim in under 59.37 seconds.

He gave it his all. As did his persistent boner…unfortunately.  

After he’d two-handed touched the pad—as was required to record his time—he spun his head around to check out the result on the digital display for his lane.

He’d just swum a 55.56!

Lachlan couldn’t believe it. His personal best!

Coach Paterson was cheering at him, arms raised in joy. The crowd was going nuts—including his parents who were standing, clapping, and cheering.

That was awesome!

Lachlan fist-pumped the air, his excitement doing nothing to ease the pressure down where his desires for Christian had manifested itself. When Lachlan thought about it, the result of his own record-breaking swim was certainly due to his captain swimming next to him, pulling him along like a he was a fish caught on an enticing lure. Through the bubbles, Lachlan caught glimpses of the boy’s cute butt and ample bulge covered only by speedos that seemed to be painted on. And keeping up with Christian to maintain his ogling was inspiration enough, his result proof of that.

The boy really was a dream, and now he’d helped ensure Lachlan had made it into regionals! Whoever said perving on boys was a bad thing had no idea what they were talking about. The only drawback to all that was his friend inside his speedos that wasn’t letting him forget it.

Hence Lachlan’s predicament now that it was time to get out of the water.

“You did great, Lachie!” Reece said with a cheer; he crouched down near the starting block for his lane, offering his hand.

It was then Lachlan realised he really, really didn’t want to get out of the water—not with even more attention focused on him now. Why did he have to swim his best? He could have just swum under the qualifying time and be done with it.

Emphasising that he’d done well, he main display screen above the crowd read: CONGRATULATIONS LACHLAN MURDOCK FOR SWIMMING A PERSONAL BEST! YOU’RE IN THE REGIONALS! GO DOLPHINS!

Puffed from his swim, Lachlan said, “I can’t get out here, Reece.”

Reece looked confused, his brow furrowing. “Why not? You’ve gotta get out—Coach Paterson will blow a tyre if you don’t. The next qualifier’s about to start.”

Lachlan gestured for Reece to come closer. When his best friend did so, he murmured, “‘Cause I’ve got a…you know…a bit of a boy issue because I’ve been admiring Christian so much, that’s why. And if I get out of the water now everyone’s gonna see just how big an issue it is, including my folks.”

“Ah.”

“Yeah, ‘ah’ all right.”

Reece glanced around, but quickly brought his attention back to Lachlan. “Swim over to the warm-up lane. I’ll meet you there with your towel.”

Lachlan felt relief wash over him. “You’re the best, Reece. You know that?”

“Anything for you, Lachie.” And with that Reece got up from his crouching position, making his way to the team’s seating area.

Thank God for Reece.

As Lachlan swum towards the warm-up lane, diving under each of the floating lane ropes as he came to them, he couldn’t help thinking about how he wasn’t sure whether Reece was into boys. He wasn’t out, but there’d been plenty of times between them that gave Lachlan pause for thought. Then again, unless Reece told him outright that he was gay—or even bi—Lachlan wouldn’t dare risk their friendship.

Not after what happened at Mark’s party last month.

Of course, that didn’t change the fact Reece was fit and fine, sporting a six-pack and having everything else where it mattered that made him so hot. What’s more, he really looked fantastic in those Preston Dolphins swim squad speedos; the orbs of his butt cheeks moulded into them perfectly. So grabbable!             

Reece was better looking than Christian by far, to be honest.

But because Lachlan respected Reece more than anything, he had decided to move on. As such, he had to suffer unexpected boners while lusting after Christian—a boy who was out and proud.

And single.

Not only that, Christian had given Lachlan signals over the past couple of weeks to indicate his interest as well. A nod here, a wink there, and a couple of close encounters that involved fingers brushing over fingers complete with knowing glances.

Lachlan’s boner got harder as he thought about that. How long could he sustain it? Jeez, it’d been ages now, hadn’t it? The team’s first aider would have to come over soon and treat him for blood loss to his brain because his hard-on hadn’t showed any signs of abating, especially when he caught a glimpse of Christian getting out of the pool. His wet, toned body, nice butt, and that “more-than-a-handful” bulge all contributing to Lachlan’s predicament.

Where was Reece with his towel? 

3

When Pitching a Tent, Don’t forget the Soap

“Christian Sanderson!” Reece mumbled to himself as he walked as quickly as he could towards Lachlan’s belongings—because running wasn’t permitted around the pool.

Reece picked up Lachlan’s towel. Great! Lachie now has a thing for Christian. That boy’s a show pony, for real. And a bit...creepy.

He kicked himself for not returning Lachie’s kiss that night at Mark’s party. They were alone, the mood was right…Reece wanted him.

I should have kissed him back. Now, because of me being unsure and…I dunno…but because of me being me, he’s interested in Christian now of all guys! Christian!   

Reece’s mind clouded with regret and frustration as he returned to the pool, spotting Lachlan in the warm-up lane’s exit/entrance steps, waiting for him.

“You okay, Reece?” Lachlan questioned, as Reece held out the towel for him. When Lachlan climbed out of the water, Reece couldn’t help but stare. His best friend wasn’t kidding when he said he had boy issues. Lachlan could direct traffic with the hard-on he had.

“Um…yeah. I’m okay.” Reece forced himself to look away, at least until Lachlan wrapped the towel around himself properly. That bulge though, even with the added material covering him. My, God!

Reece wanted to touch Lachlan…anywhere. But knew he couldn’t—it was too late for that. He’d missed his chance.

He swallowed, deciding to change the subject, take the focus off himself. “Anyway, don’t worry about me. You were awesome. You swam a personal best and now you’re in regionals!”

Lachlan’s cheeks reddened; Reece loved it when that happened.

“You are, too! You slayed it out there as well.”

“That’s ‘cause not many guys compete in the fly events. I didn’t have much competition and the qualifying time was really generous.”

“That doesn’t make what you did any less of an achievement,” Lachlan pointed out. “Don’t put yourself down, Reece. You did great and now we’re both going to regionals. I can’t believe it!”

“I can’t believe it, either.”

Before Reece could add any more to their conversation or his thoughts, Coach Paterson waddled up to them, grinning like a Cheshire Cat. “Good job tonight, gentlemen. Good job.”

Reece knew that was about as good a compliment as they were going to get from the rotund man who’d seen better days of fitness. Not that he was grumpy or the type who took out his frustrations in life on those he coached, far from it. To be honest, he was fair, and any member of the team was able to talk to him whenever they needed it.

“Thanks, Coach Paterson,” Lachlan said excitedly. “Glad I made it.” 

The man smiled. “Determination, hard work, and perseverance pay off, Lachlan. Now hit the showers, you two. I’ll see you both next Wednesday night for practice. Only a few left to get in before regionals, so they’ll be important.”

“Yes, Coach Paterson,” Reece and Lachlan said in unison.

When coach left them, distracted already by other team members getting out of the pool, Lachlan said, “You know what? If my folks didn’t hate the smell of chlorine on me, I’d skip the showers ‘cause I don’t think I can handle any more boy issues today. I mean, especially if I see Christian in there.” 

Reece and Lachlan had grabbed their belongings and were heading for the team’s changing and shower room.

“Don’t stress.” Reece opened the door for Lachlan—their team’s room was access limited; even Coach Paterson couldn’t enter unless accompanied by a staff member. “I’ve got your back. Just stay close to me. If there’re any more ‘incidents’ of that kind, I can be your human shield so no one will see it. All right?”

“Thanks, Reece.” Lachlan laughed, putting his hand onto Reece’s shoulder. Where contact was made on Reece’s bare skin warm energy flowed, as if Lachlan was a power source and he’d been craving his energy just to be able to breathe. “And, oh, my God. I just got a mental image of me being a knight or something with a big sword and you being my shield, helping me fend off my enemies or something.”

I’d be your anything anytime you wanted me to be, Reece thought, but said, “I hear that. But you know, you’d better get some relief in soon. Otherwise you’ll be aching for hours.”

Which Reece knew about all too well. Thinking about Lachlan gave him blue balls that left him sore and tender so badly they could be entered into the Guinness Book of World Records, put on display under security glass with an explosion warning. “See these testicles? See how they’re swollen to the point of bursting? Don’t be stupid like the boy who these belong to. Act if you love someone. Have no regrets. Otherwise your testicles could become volatile like these ones! You have been warned.”

Reece sucked in a breath.

More so because as he came out of his thoughts Lachlan had hung up his towel and slipped out of his speedos. That breath became a gasp. Even though Reece was used to seeing his best friend with nothing on, particularly as the showers in their team’s room were open, he still couldn’t help the fact he loved looking at Lachlan.

Especially when he was naked.

Reece felt that tug of yearning pulling on him once more. Familiar but awful because he hadn’t acted on it. How could so much regret maturate from one moment of doubt and fear?

Lachlan’s swimmer’s body was perfect, complimented by his smooth skin that was slightly freckled over his shoulders. He had golden brown hair, not too long but cut so the waves in it were visible. Reece would love to run his fingers through that hair…but knew he couldn’t.

Then there were Lachlan’s deep hazel eyes. So dreamy.

His best friend also kept himself neatly trimmed where it mattered—shaving everything else off on his body like all the other boys on the team did, chest, legs, and treasure trail because it made them less resistant in the water. Some, like Lachlan, even shaved their pits. Reece liked that, too.

To put it simply, Lachlan looked after himself. And except when he smelt of chlorine, his scent was alluring. The perfect combination of maturity, Lynx deodorant, and Rexona Gold soap.   

“You coming in to shower or are you just gonna stand there, Reece?” Lachlan questioned with a light laugh, bringing Reece back to the moment.

“Sure…just thinking, that’s all.” Reece’s stomach turned. He hoped he hadn’t been caught staring.

“You’ve been acting kinda weird lately—you sure you’re all right?”

“I’m fine.” Reece—yet again—needed to change the subject. Take the focus off himself. He couldn’t help but notice that even though Lachlan didn’t harbour a boner anymore, the semi was still impressive. “But I don’t doubt now that you had a massive boy issue. You must have been so hard that your foreskin retracted itself, Lachie!”

“Oh yeah. Shit, sorry.” Lachlan, with a quick move of his hand over himself, fixed that situation. He then turned on the water, putting his toiletry bag on the small shelf near the taps.

“You don’t have to apologise to me ever, Lachie.”

“I know. But uncut boys showing off their heads scream desperation, don’t they? It’s not cool.”

Reece forced a laugh. “I don’t think that’s a thing.”

“It is to me. And if I got caught retracted by anyone else…like if Christian came in before you told me? That would be desperately embarrassing.”

“I must look desperate to you all the time then.” And that was true. Reece was desperate all the time since that fateful night at Mark’s party an eternity ago—not because he was circumcised, though. The cut of his mistake went deeper than that. 

Lachlan laughed again; Reece loved his light, breezy laugh. “You’re cut, so that doesn’t count. But for uncut boys, showing the head should only be for intimate moments. Right?”

Reece gulped. “Right.”

He turned on his shower, the one next to Lachlan’s. They showered in the far corner, furthest away from the door. Less intrusive traffic that way. How he longed for intimate moments with Lachlan that involved a lot more than his foreskin being retracted. He’d start with lots of kissing.

Everywhere.

He gulped again.

If only he hadn’t been such a chicken.

Thankfully, steam had begun surrounding them, because if Reece wasn’t careful, he’d be entertaining boy issues of his own real soon. And that would show his desperation, big time!

“Oh jeez, I forgot my soap again,” Lachlan called out, a wonderfully distracting change of conversation if ever there was one.              

“Here, I’ve got a spare cake. Take it.”

“You’re the best, Reece.” Lachlan took the soap and Reece was careful to ensure there was no physical contact between them—Lachlan’s touch was electric, and he couldn’t handle any more of that today. “See how you look after me all the time? What would I do without you?”

“It’s nothing.” Reece washed himself without another word, concentrating on getting the job done. He wanted nothing more now than to get changed into his clothing and get home as soon as possible. He couldn’t take being around Lachlan anymore. He needed space, time alone. Lachlan was lost to him, and the hurt of that fact became even more abundantly clear when—low and behold—Christian made an appearance.

Reece didn’t like Christian Sanderson. There was something about him. Something he couldn’t put his finger on. He wasn’t a jerk, because he seemed to treat Lachlan okay. But still, something was there bubbling away underneath the surface.

Or was Reece jealous?

“Hey, how’s it going, Lachie?” The boy turned on the taps on the other side to Lachlan’s. “Great swim, man. Glad you’re in regionals. I need you there. I really do.”

Reece winced at the obvious flirting Christian was doing, complete with beaming smile, head tilt, and his hands on his hips to give Lachlan a full-frontal view, no shame about it. 

“Oh, hi t-there, Christian,” Lachlan squeaked, his voice raising and lowering. What’s more, his best friend’s gaze roved over Christian’s frame to finally rest at his genitals.

Not that Lachie has any choice. Christian’s so in his face. Gross.

Lachlan, almost giggling, added, “I didn’t see you c-come in. And yeah…thanks!”

“Don’t mention it—but you were awesome. I loved seeing you swim. And a personal best, too. You’re fantastic.”

Reece groaned.

To him, Christian was average looking. He had dark hair cut to a buzz and grey eyes that hid something…again, he couldn’t put his finger on it. The boy really wasn’t anything special, even though he was fit and did have a cute bubble butt and a nice-sized uncut dick. Although, Lachlan clearly thought otherwise because there went his cheeks going all red accompanied by his…

Shit!

Why did that have to raise up now?

“Lachie!” Reece grabbed his best friend’s arm to distract him. “Lachie, I think it’s time to go. Your Mum and Dad will be wondering why you’ve been taking so long in here.”

Lachlan seemed to be in a dream state, taking a moment to register him. When he did, looking as though he was tearing his gaze off Christian-shaped flypaper, he said, “Yeah, y-you’re right, Reece.”

Christian smiled. “Before you go, Lachie. Can I ask you something?”

“Um…s-sure.”

Reece began to panic. The longer Lachlan remained in Christian’s presence, the greater the chance of showing exactly how desperate he was, physically and verbally.

“I’ve organised a little party for tomorrow night. Just a small group of friends. It’ll be nice and cosy and really cool to have you there. Then maybe we can get to know each other a bit better. What do you say?”

Reece felt Lachlan weaken in his grip, his muscles going limp. “That w-would be…awesome.”

“Cool. I’ll text you my address.”

“That’ll b-be hot—I mean g-great.”

4

How to Put on a Condom

“Thanks again, Reece.” Lachlan breathed, finally able to do so. His tongue wasn’t as tied up now that he was in the change room and far enough away from Christian showering. Damn, he was hot and hung.

Okay, he wasn’t as hot as Reece, but he was a dream boy, nevertheless.

“What for?”

“I almost lost it back there. But can you believe it? Christian asked me to his place on Friday night. Like wow, that’s awesome, isn’t it?”

“Just awesome, yeah,” Reece replied, but to Lachlan it sounded as though his words were tainted with sarcasm…or something else.

Lachlan had dressed, now tying his shoes. “Don’t you like Christian?”

“He’s okay.”

“Okay? He’s more than okay. He’s gay, available, and interested in me. You heard him and you saw him. I don’t think I’ve been the only one with boy issues today. Unless he’s a shower not a grower, I’m pretty sure he was sporting a semi.”

“Just like you were, hey?”

“At least it didn’t get to the stage where it would have made me look desperate, if you know what I mean,” Lachlan said with a laugh, thinking about how he’d been so close to a repeat performance in the boner department if Reece hadn’t looked out for him, as he said he would.

“I think your words did that just fine.”

“What’s the matter, Reece?” Lachlan pressed his lips together, looking his best friend in the eyes. “Something’s upset you, hasn’t it? You haven’t been yourself lately, and to be honest you’re being a bit salty now.”

“It’s nothing you’ve done, Lachie, I promise. I’m just a bit tired, that’s all—tonight’s swim drained me.”

Lachlan didn’t believe him. Reece was the fittest boy he knew, and even a double training session followed by a few intense relay races hadn’t bothered or tired him out before. There was something going on. But what?

“Okay. If you say so.”

“I do. So c’mon, let’s go.”

The journey home was filled with his parents congratulating him, telling him how proud they were, and of course, Lachlan returned that by repeating constantly how excited he was about getting into regionals. When they were home and settled around the kitchen table as was family tradition after swimming, and his mum had made them all cups of tea, Lachlan took a quiet moment within their light conversation to get something off his chest. Now was a good a time as any, especially as they were happy with him.               

“Mum, can I ask you something?”

“You most certainly can, darling.” She had placed down a platter filled with biscuits and cake. Before Lachlan could take anything off it his dad had grabbed handfuls of the treats, scoffing them down moments later. She smacked his dad’s hand when he went for a second helping; he looked at her as if he were a chastised puppy. Lachlan couldn’t help but smile at their antics.

Dad asked, “What’s on your mind, champ?”

“It could be nothing,” Lachlan began, “but Reece has been acting kinda weird lately. And to be honest, I’m a bit worried about him.”

“I see. So, what did you want to ask me?” his Mum questioned, sipping on her tea nonchalantly.

Lachlan swallowed. A pang of nervousness fluttered up to remind him that he’d probably broken the foundations of his friendship with Reece because of one stupid moment a month ago. “How can I make it better between me and Reece again?”

Dad replied by asking a leading question, like he always did during family discussions. “Reece wouldn’t suddenly change his behaviour without good cause. What’s happened between you?”

“Your father’s right,” Mum contributed, eyebrow raised in concern. “Reece has been your best friend since you could both walk and talk. Why would he suddenly change now? You two have been inseparable, and I know Reece thinks a lot of you.”

Okay…

Okay.

Lachlan had to tell them.

They were his parents and they needed to know, even if Lachlan wasn’t ready to tell them. Was there ever a good time to tell anyone that he was gay? That he’d tried to kiss his best friend because he had a crush on him since he realised he liked boys and would get erections thinking about them to prove it?

Lachlan took in a breath. Wringing his hands together, stomach flipping out of control with nerves, he plucked up the courage to speak the next sentence, drawing the strength from wherever he needed it to do so. “Mum—Dad. First, I’ve got to give you some context. I have to tell you that…I’m gay.”

His parents looked at each other, then sighed relief.

His mum put down her now drained cup. “Finally! You’ve said it. About time. I don’t know how much longer I could have held my tongue!”

“What your mother is saying,” his dad chimed in, pinching another biscuit, “is that we knew that already, champ.”

“You did?” Lachlan was coloured surprised. “How? I’ve only told Reece, a couple of other friends, and some boys on the team that I’m gay.”

His dad chuckled. “It’s not like it wasn’t obvious. We’ve got eyes. We see you checking out the other boys, especially those on your swim team.”

“Oh.”

His mum added, “And tonight, when Reece handed you your towel so you could get out of the water…well, that was the clincher, wasn’t it?”

“What do you mean?” But Lachlan already knew the answer; he could feel his cheeks heat and he squirmed in his chair.

His dad raised an eyebrow, but not one of concern. It was more of a you know, and we know gesture. “I don’t think we have to go into detail about that now. Do we, champ?”

Lachlan swallowed. He felt hot all over all of a sudden. This wasn’t how he thought his coming out conversation would go. He expected more hugging and words of encouragement. A pat on the back at the very least.

So far, his parents hadn’t even batted their eyelids.  

“No. I don’t think we do.”

His dad was right. Mentioning the boner he had for Christian or any other boy issues like that was best left off the topic of conversation, and most certainly not to be discussed with them.

“So,” his mum interjected. “Moving on. You think Reece doesn’t like the fact you’re gay?”

Lachlan shook his head. “No, I don’t think it’s that. At least, he hasn’t said that. I think it’s because…of what happened last month at Mark’s party.”

They both looked at each other again. “What exactly happened at Mark’s party, Lachlan?”

“I…I kind of…I kissed him.”

Again, dad gave him his patented eyebrow raising, this time mum joining in as well. “And you’re sitting here asking us why Reece is acting strange?”

Lachlan’s cheeks heated even more, if that was possible. “It’s not that simple, Dad. He was giving me…signs that he wanted to get closer to me. We were alone, so I made a move. Then he didn’t kiss me back.”

“I see,” Mum said.

“He’s talked to me heaps since then. And nothing has changed really except when I started paying attention to…oh.”

“Oh? Who are you paying attention to, champ?”

But Lachlan then realised that perhaps Reece was jealous. Or not happy about him spending any time with Christian at least. His attitude had certainly changed when Christian came into the showers.

“About two weeks ago a boy named Christian—”

“He’s the captain of the Dolphins, isn’t he?” Mum interrupted.

“Yeah, he is. And I think that Reece isn’t happy that Christian’s paying attention to me.”

Mum got up, picking up the now empty plate. “I didn’t think Reece was gay.”

Lachlan shrugged. “Maybe he just doesn’t like the fact that I could be spending time with someone else and not him.”

“Perhaps.” Dad drained his cup. “If you ask me, I think you need to talk to Reece.”

“I tried, Dad. But he keeps locking me out, saying he’s fine. I know he’s not fine. What can I do?”

“You’ve got your own life to lead, Lachlan,” Mum said from the sink. “Reece has his life, too. You have needs like everyone, and part of those needs mean you don’t want to be alone. If Reece can’t provide that for you, then you’ve got the right to pursue other options. If Christian is that option, then Reece will have to come to terms with that.”

“But he’s my best friend.”

“Ah,” Dad pointed a finger gun at Lachlan, “but can Reece give you what Christian can?”

“I used to think he could…but now I know he can’t.”

“Then there’s your answer,” Mum said. “You have to let Reece decide what he wants to do. Oh, and while we’re having this talk, I do think we need to discuss condoms and personal safety with you, Lachlan.”

“What? No, you really don’t have to!” Lachlan blurted. “I’m only going to a party at Christian’s house. It’s not even a first date. I mean, I’m not planning on getting into bed with him or anything. We’re just hanging out.”

His dad nodded. “Always be prepared, champ.”

Lachlan sighed. He was going to get “the talk” no matter what. Great. Talk about cringe!

“The talk” involved a banana.

Of course, it did!

“And that’s how you roll a condom onto an erect penis, champ. Remember, don’t bite open the packet, you could tear it. And use plenty of lube, especially for the backdoor area. And no, spit isn’t lube, just nasty.” His dad winked. “Know what I’m saying?”

Lachlan’s mouth had dropped open ages ago.

He couldn’t even…

Not only had his dad said the words “penis” and “backdoor” in the pan of a few sentences, he’d been smiling all through it, his mum doing nothing to discourage him.

Yep. That was not how he thought his coming out would end up. Not at all. Lachlan couldn’t have been more uncomfortable if he tried. His whole body felt as though he was covered in jam and ants had taken a liking to him. He wanted to shrink himself into a mouse-sized ball and scurry away somewhere out the way.

Somewhere like Antarctica.

“Can…can I be excused now that you’ve totally embarrassed me?” he uttered through the fog of his disbelief. “Please?”

His mum pecked him on his forehead. “Yes. But don’t forget to do any homework before you start playing Fortnite or whatever it is that’s the latest online game these days. All right?”

“Sure, Mum.”

“I’ll be up to talk to you more later,” his dad added. Lachlan dreaded to think what that could be about—because if it involved his dad trying to explain the intricacies and pitfalls of anal sex, then he was leaving home. Permanently. 

“Okay,” he said, cautiously getting up, the chair scraping across the kitchen’s tiles loudly.

After the horror show that was his parents talking to him about safe sex, the image of that well protected banana seared into the back of his retinas, he left the kitchen and headed up to his bedroom.

He flopped onto his bed, retrieving his phone from his pocket.

Reece! OMG! You’ve got no idea what just happened. I almost died when I came out to my folks and they then gave me the safe sex talk we’ve already done in school. Dad even got out a banana and demonstrated how to put on a condom!

Reece texted back straight away. No way.

Yes way.

What did you do?

What could I do? But I now know that I’ve got to keep my—and I quote—“backdoor” area well lubricated.

What? For the banana?

Lachlan laughed; Reece really did make him feel better. I hope not. It was a huge one. Way bigger than even yours.

There wasn’t a reply to that, not even the ellipsis to indicate Reece was typing, which struck Lachlan as weird. Normally, they’d return banter back and forth for hours, especially with such a juicy topic of conversation.               What’s more, Reece hadn’t even mentioned he was happy Lachlan had finally come out to his parents. His coming out was the worst ever. Not that he wanted a fanfare, but a congratulations here and there wouldn’t have gone astray. 

He texted again: Reece? You okay?

Gotta go, buddy. Talk later.

And that was it.

Lachlan knew any further communication would go unanswered. Reece clearly wasn’t happy, but he didn’t know what to do about it. He would give his best friend the space he needed. 

5

How to Give the Perfect Noogie

Reece threw his phone across the bed. He couldn’t even look at it. The texts from Lachlan reminded him all too painfully that he wanted to be more than friends with him but had missed his only chance.

He had gone straight to his room once he’d gotten back from swimming, not caring if he bewildered his parents because of his mood and absence from the dinner table. Reece’s younger sister knew better than to disturb him while his bedroom door was closed.

His older brother on the other hand…

On cue, there was a bang on his door.

Before Reece could tell his brother to go away—because such a knock could only belong to him—the door was thrust open, clattering against the wall.

“Did I catch you wanking?” Mitch shouted so the whole universe could hear, including the nosy neighbour Mrs. Arkwright. He pounced onto Reece, locking his head into a stronghold straight away.

“Get lost, Mitch!”

“What you doing sulking in your room, numbnuts?”

“I said go…away, Mitch!” Reece kicked and struggled within his brother’s hold, bedclothes and pillows thrown everywhere. His brother was a wrestler, a senior for the Preston Razorbacks team, in fact. He was good at the sport…unfortunately. Reece never stood a chance with him when they fought, playfully or otherwise.

“Or what? You’ll go and cry to Mum and Dad?”

Mitch’s hold tightened; Reece coughed and spluttered. He managed, “G-get…stuffed…and l-leave…me a-alone.” Reece let his body go limp, the signal for his brother that he’d won.

Mitch let go. “You don’t normally give up that easily. What the hell’s the matter with you, chicken-shit?”

“Nothing. I’m fine.”

Mitch plonked himself on the edge Reece’s bed, but not before grabbing a pillow and throwing it at him. Reece copped it in the face, but again tried his best to ignore his brother.

“Doesn’t look like nothing to me. You have a fight with your boyfriend?”

“He’s not my boyfriend.”

Mitch harrumphed. “Yeah, he is. Face facts, Reece’s pieces, you’ve been a sulky bitch ever since Mark’s party. What happened? You choked when Lachlan shoved his tongue down your throat, or what?”

God, how come Mitch knows things all the time? Reece hated how his brother always hit a nerve as well. It was true, Lachlan had kissed him. “Nothing,” he repeated. The word was his only defence, one he knew was weak. 

“Nothing, my arse.” Mitch grabbed Reece, pulling him into another head-lock. “Spill it or I’ll give you noogies until you bleed from your nose.”

Reece squirmed again and his brother tightened his hold.

“Just l-leave me…alone, Mitch. I-I mean…it.” He felt his eyes sting and the uncontrollable urge to hiccup as his emotions boiled within him. Hate for what his brother was doing combined with everything else he felt about Lachlan.

“No way.” His brother began grating his knuckles over the top of Reece’s head; it hurt like hell. His whole head felt like it was on fire.

“Ow! Leave m-me alone!”

“Tell me then or it won’t end well for you, cry baby.”

Reece snapped. With a gut-rumbling roar, he yanked himself out of Mitch’s hold, pushing him away. How he found the strength to do that surprised him.

When free, he glared at his brother.

With tears welling in his eyes, his hiccups worsened. “I love him, okay? I love Lachlan, and I missed the chance to be with him because you’re right, Mitch, I’m a chicken-shit. Now Lachlan has a boyfriend and I will never get to be with him. Happy now, jerk face? Now get out of my room and leave me the hell alone.” And with that, he rolled over and buried himself into his blankets and pillows, sobbing his heart out.

After an eternity, Reece felt a warm hand on his back.

No words were spoken until Reece turned to face his brother, sitting up but cradling a pillow to protect himself in case his brother decided to attack him again.

Mitch stared at him with concern etched across his face. “Jeez, I’m sorry, bro. I suspected, but I didn’t know you were full-on gay for Lachlan.”

Reece wiped his face with the back of his hand. “Full-on gay? Really, Mitch? Even when you’re trying to be nice, you’re a douche.”

“But a douche who’s still your big brother.” Mitch leaned closer to Reece, bringing his arm around him to pull him closer. “Tell me. Who do I have to kill to get your boy back for you then?”

Reece couldn’t help it; within his brother’s arms, this time for support instead of trying to dominate him or hurt him, he felt the urge to tell him everything. He had to tell someone—and he wasn’t ready to sit his mum and dad down and tell them he liked Lachlan. Not yet. Not if he could help it.

“Christian Sanderson, that’s who.”

“That show pony?”

“The very same.”

Mitch’s expression changed, his forehead furrowing. “I’ve heard a few things about him.”

Reece forgot his pain for a moment, both from the hole in his heart because of Lachlan and all over the rest of him because of his brother’s roughhousing. “What’ve you heard?”

Mitch pressed his lips together, his brow creased even more. “It might be nothing, but I heard he’s a bit of a player. And not in the nice way, either. If he doesn’t get what he wants from guys, he turns all dirty rotten scoundrel on them. A couple of the boys on the wrestling team have gone out with him and from what they tell me, Christian’s only out to collect trophies. Know what I’m saying?”

“You’re kidding me, right?”

“‘Fraid not, little brother. Christian likes to pop boy cherries for breakfast then dump their arses by lunch time. And from what you told me, Lachlan’s next on his menu.” 

“Shit!” Reece couldn’t believe his ears. His gut instincts about Christian were correct. There was something he didn’t like about him. And now he knew.

He had to warn Lachlan. Then again, if he did that, what would his best friend’s reaction be? Would Lachlan believe him? Or would he just think he was jealous?

“I knew I got a weird feeling from him.”

Mitch nodded. “Yep, us Denver’s can smell bullshit a mile off. And you smelt it on Christian Sanderson, big time.”

Reece now held his big brother back. “Thanks.”

“Don’t mention it.”

“Just don’t tell Mum and Dad.”

“Pfft. I don’t tell them nothing. Your secret’s safe with me, bro.” Mitch pulled away from their hold, rubbing Reece’s hair playfully. “But don’t think this gives you any reprieve from noogies, wedgies, or general insults now. I have a reputation to uphold.”

“I know. But you don’t mind that I’m gay?”

Mitch shrugged. “I don’t give a shit who you want to stick your dick into. So long as you’re happy, then that’s fine with me. And I know you’re happy when you’re with Lachlan. So, do whatever you can to get him back, or I’ll have to punch the crap outta you.”

“But he’s going to Christian’s house tomorrow night.”

“Then let’s hope he sees sense sooner rather than later when it comes to that toad, that’s for sure.”

Reece sighed. “At the moment he’s in the infatuation stage. He got a boner while staring at him during qualifiers tonight.”

“Yeah, dicks do that. I feel for you, bro. But hang in there. Good guys do win—just gotta have patience and don’t stoop to Christian’s level.”

Reece hugged his brother again. “Thanks.”

“Hey, only one hug per day, numbnuts. Get off me.”

Reece smiled. “Sure thing, Mitch. Whatever you say.”

But Reece realised Mitch wasn’t in a hurry to let go. Right now, that suited him fine. 

Reece retrieved his phone from the floor. His stomach rumbled. Now that he’d got some stuff off his chest, even if it gave him a headache thanks to his brother’s overenthusiastic noogies, he felt better.

He headed towards the kitchen.

His dad was rummaging around inside the fridge, searching for a late-night snack, no doubt. He was a truck driver who sat down all the time, working shifts and never eating regular meals, and his massive physique reflected that fact.

“What’s up with you, Reece?” his dad asked, pulling out a plate piled with chicken drumsticks, then stuffing his face after ripping off a chunk of chicken from off one of them.

Reece shrugged. “I was tired after swimming, that’s all.”

“Did you qualify for regionals?”

“Yeah, I did.”

“Good.” He swallowed a chunk of meat “I don’t pay a fortune each month for you to fail. Same goes for your brother and sister. Don’t want to raise you lot thinking you can all be freeloaders.” 

“No, Dad.”

“That’s my boy. Now, get something to eat. You’ve got a few weeks to get into peak performance. Is that right?”

“Yes, Dad.”

His dad sat at one of the barstools by the kitchen’s breakfast bar and it creaked under his weight. Pointing the chicken bone at Reece, he added, “Your Mum and me have been talking about you.”

“What? Why?” Reece didn’t like the sound of what his dad said, or where it could lead.

His dad leaned back, smiling through greasy lips. “We both think that there’s something going on with you and that Lachlan boy. What is it?”

“I told you, I was tired.”

“I call bullshit on that, and you know you’re talking it.” His dad narrowed his eyes. “Now tell me what’s really going on or I’ll withdraw you from regionals.”

“But, Dad!” What’s with my family? Do I have a sign above my head that tells them everything? “You just said you were happy I got into regionals. That’s not fair.”

“Life isn’t fair.” His dad glared at him, pausing from eating any more chicken.

Reece swallowed.

He didn’t want to tell his dad anything. Not when he was in one of his moods after working the long haul from Adelaide. Until he got a few beers in him and a full stomach, he was a grouch. 

“But…Dad…” He was about to complete his sentence, answer his dad with something he’d made up on the spur of the moment about how Lachlan was hanging out with someone else instead of him, when his mum came into the kitchen.

“Leave him alone, Bruce. A boy can have secrets, that’s all part of growing up. I told you that. Now, Reece, did you want me to make you a peanut butter sandwich?”

His dad snorted. “You mollycoddle him too much. He’s gonna become one of those fruity boys if you let him hold onto those apron strings of yours all the time.”              

Mum, in classic mum style, said, “So what if he does like boys? Don’t you think there are more important things to worry about in this house than who our son loves?”

The inference on “in this house” was clear for even Reece to understand.

Times were tough lately, especially within the freight forwarding industry; his dad didn’t get as much work as he used to, and mum had to pull extra shifts at the drycleaners to help make ends meet. It didn’t sit well with either of them.

“Fine,” his dad snorted again. “Take his side.”

She got out the bread, buttering each slice. Reece loved how she did that before spreading the peanut butter. It gave it more flavour and made it so thick it all stuck to the roof of his mouth. “And Reece has worked hard to get into regionals. You can’t use that against him.”

“When he contributes to the house, he can do what he likes. Until then, he does what he’s told.”

Again, his mum snapped a quick retort. “If you want an argument from me, you’ll get it.” His dad seemed to shrink into the fabric of the stool, quite an achievement. “I told you, our kids will not work while they’re going for their dreams. Reece wants to swim, Mitch wants to wrestle, Susan wants to dance. We will support that because we never got those opportunities growing up. Do you want Reece to end up driving a truck for a living like you? Do you?”

“No, I don’t.”

“Then we’ll say no more on the matter.”

“Fine, woman.” His dad got up and left without any further protest, taking the plate of chicken drumsticks with him. Reece knew he’d go into the den and flick on a game to watch. He’d be over it by morning.

When left alone, his mum handed him the sandwich. “I’m not going to pressure you, but your father is right. You have been acting moody lately. He’s just worried about you, as I am.”

“He has a weird way of showing it.”

“I know, sweetheart. But that’s him. What about you, though?”

Reece took in a deep breath. “I stuffed things up between me and Lachie, Mum. And truthfully, I don’t know how I can fix it because it’s too late now.”

“You like him like him, don’t you?”

“I thought you wanted me to have secrets.”

She smiled, kissing him on the top of his head. “Secrets don’t apply when it comes to hiding them from me.”

“Ah, I see. One rule for everyone else, one rule for you.”

“Now you’re getting it.”

Again, Reece sighed. This time after taking a bite of his sandwich, one she no doubt made him to butter him up. It tasted good. She’s the best at manipulating us with food, that’s for sure, he thought with a gentle smile on his face. Heck, he’d already told Mitch he was gay, so the rest of his family was going to find out soon enough, anyway. Might as well rip off the band aid and get it over and done with.

“Sit down, Mum. I want to tell you something.”

She sat. “Then tell me.”

So, he did, starting with, “I do like boys, Mum. But I think I ruined my chances with the only boy I’ve ever had feelings for. I think I’ve lost Lachlan forever, to be honest.”

She got up and hugged him straight away. “It happened at that party, didn’t it?”
“Yeah.”

“Whatever you tell me, sweetheart, just know I’m proud of you and love with all of my heart.”

He folded himself deeper into his mum’s embrace. “What about Dad?”

She offered a gentle giggle. “The thing with giants that you have to remember is that they have a soft heart when you can get to it. I’ll talk with him. Now, tell me more about what happened between you and Lachlan.”

6

Swimming with Sharks

Why don’t I have anything to wear? Lachlan threw another shirt onto an ever-growing pile on his bed. His phone buzzed. A pic he’d taken of Reece’s smiling face lit up his screen. Lachlan grabbed it straight away, flicking up the accept icon.

“Hi, Reece. What’s up?”

“I, um…I just wanted to say be careful tonight…you know. Look after yourself. If you need me for anything, no matter what time, call me straight away. I’ll get an Uber and be there as soon as I can. Okay?”

“Sure. Thanks.” What was that about? Lachlan couldn’t decide, because not only had Reece suddenly stopped their conversation last night, he now phoned to tell him to be careful. But why? “But I’m sure I’ll be all right.”

“Just make sure you are.”

Reece seemed to be coming on strong, but Lachlan said, “You’re not going to give me a safe sex talk, are you? I’ve had more than enough of those lately to last a lifetime.”

“You’re thinking of doing that with Christian already, are you? You hardly know the guy.”

Lachlan felt a pang of anger bubble up within him. What did that have to do with Reece? He’d made it clear he didn’t want to be anything more than his best friend. “If I want to do that with him, then I will. You’re not my boyfriend.”

“I wish I was.”

Lachlan felt his heart miss a beat. His mind spun, that bubbling anger quickly replaced with disbelief, astonishment, and a strange pulling need. He had to confirm that what he’d heard was what he thought he had. “Um…err…what did you say?”

“Nothing. I can’t…sorry, I shouldn’t have said that.”

“No. It’s okay.” Lachlan swallowed, trying to fight back down his thumping heart now that it had come back to life. “Tell me, Reece. Please. I need to know how you really feel about me. Because if you say the word, I’ll tell Christian I can’t make it and I’ll be over there to see you in a heartbeat.”

There was a pause, one so deep and cutting Lachlan couldn’t stand it.

He swallowed again. Had Reece backed out again? Like he had at the party? Like last night when they texted?

“Reece? Talk to me. I need you to talk to me because I love you so much and I need to know that you feel the same way about me as I do about you. Please. Just one word—no three. That’s all I want.”

“I’ll give you more than three words. I…I love you, Lachie. I always have.”

Lachlan felt himself go weak, but his heart now jack-hammered to remind him he was very much alive and that Reece, the only boy who had ever mattered to him, had finally, finally, admitted his feelings. “Reece…oh, I love you, too. Oh, God, how I love you, you have no idea.” 

He heard Reece sobbing gently; Lachlan wanted to go to him, hold him in his arms. Kiss him. Be with him. When he’d composed himself enough, Reece whispered, “I was so stupid to keep denying my feelings for you. I’m so sorry. I’m such a jerk. I shouldn’t have…”

But then Reece couldn’t finish his words.

Lachlan also choked up, sniffing back emotions he thought had been buried a month ago. “I think we need to talk face to face.”

More emotional sobbing before Reece replied, “Yeah…but go to Christian’s. He invited you, and there will be others there as well. Just be careful. Mitch has told me what he heard from other boys Christian’s dated on the wrestling team. He’s a bit of a player. Don’t get yourself in a situation where you’re alone with him. I don’t think I could stand it if anything happened to you.”

“I’ll be okay. I’m only going to hang out.”

“I know.”

Lachlan then said what was on his mind. “And besides, you’re the only boy I’ve ever wanted to give myself to. And…and now I know that could be a possibility. I need to ask for one thing, though. Please don’t reject me again.”

“I will never reject you again, ever. That I promise.”

“Are you sure you don’t want me to ditch Christian tonight?”

“He’s not your officially your boyfriend, is he? He just asked you to hang out with him and a few friends. Go hang out. I’ll talk to you when you get home.”

“Sure.” Lachlan realised he had a smile on his face that couldn’t be wiped off. “Oh, and Reece—you’d better be ready to come out, because once I get my hands on you, I’m never letting go and the whole world will know we’re gay for each other.”

“I already have come out.”

“You have?”

“Yeah. I told my parents last night. Mitch, too.”

Again, Lachlan couldn’t believe his ears. “I wish I could turn back time and go back to that night by the fire. We could get it so right then.”

“Amen to that. Now go. Have fun. Call me later with all the goss about how creepy Christian is.”

Lachlan laughed. “He’s not creepy. But I do love you.”

“He’s hella creepy, and I love you, too.”

“I don’t want to go now.”

“If it makes you feel any better, I’ll gatecrash the party around ten, take you in my arms and whisk you away. Okay?”

Lachlan’s heart thumped in his throat, his body tingling delightfully by what Reece had said. “How romantic.”

“Anything for you. Now, text me the address and I’ll see you in a couple of hours.”              

As the phone was hung up, a text message came in from Christian:

Good evening, handsome boy. Bring board shorts or whatever you want to swim in tonight. Unless you wanna skinny dip, which is fine with me. Here’s my address. See you soon. I can’t wait.

The address followed after he’d sent about a thousand hearts and hugs emojis as well. Christian didn’t live too far away. But all of a sudden, and for obvious reasons, Lachlan’s heart wasn’t in it.

He texted back a thumbs up emoji then copy and pasted the address and sent it to Reece with the message: Here’s the address. See you soon, gorgeous boy. Love you.

Reece texted back. Love you back. And we’re so kissing later, just FYI.             

Lachlan’s dad dropped him off at Christian’s place. “Remember, champ, there had better not be any drinking tonight—and I’m not talking about Coke or water, either.”

Lachlan teased, “How can I have fun without booze, Dad?”

His dad raised an eyebrow. “You’re seventeen, so I’ll pretend I didn’t hear that. And besides, we’ve been assured by Christian’s father that the party’s supervised.”

“Okay, fine. But wild group sex is all right, isn’t it?”

His dad groaned. “Just call me if you need me to pick you up.”

“Sure thing, Dad.” Lachlan kissed him on his stubbly cheek. “But I told Reece he can come pick me up. Okay?”

“As long as you’re home before midnight, that’s fine.”  

Lachlan got out of the car, closed the passenger door, and headed for Christian’s front door, crossing his perfectly manicured lawn to do so. Yet, all he could think about was Reece. He loved the fact his best friend had finally admitted his feelings for him.

He became more and more concerned about Reece’s warning. It made sense now, why Christian had shown interest in him all of a sudden. A couple of weeks ago the boy hadn’t even given him the time of day. 

Already, he couldn’t wait for ten o’clock when Reece would come pick him up.   

Christian opened the door a few seconds after Lachlan rang the bell. He was already in his board shorts, a pair that had a crazy garish pattern all over them, every colour of the rainbow and then some. It was almost blinding. Christian was shirtless.

He looked good.

“Look who’s here!” Christian beamed a smile. “If it isn’t the most handsome boy in Melbourne right here on my front porch.”

Lachlan felt his cheeks warm. Christian was a smooth talker, that’s for sure. “Hi there, Christian.”

“Come in—and wow, you look good enough to eat. You didn’t have to get dressed up.” Lachlan entered the house; he didn’t think wearing a button-down shirt and jeans was getting dressed up. Then again, after being confronted by someone in only their board shorts, he supposed he was overdressed. 

Christian patted him on his butt as he passed, offering a cheeky smile that time. Before Reece’s conversation earlier, Lachlan would have lapped up such attention and gone all tongue-tied and gooey inside. He would have gotten a boner as well. Now, he wasn’t so sure if he liked being manhandled. 

He was given a tour of the house, Christian placing his hand onto the small of Lachlan’s back to lead him around. Again, Lachlan wasn’t comfortable with that but didn’t mention his concern. Perhaps Christian was just being friendly. It was the first time he’d been to his place, after all.

The last room featured a man slumped onto a large leather sofa as if he were a permanent fixture to the room’s decor. The man’s focus was on the TV even if he was already drifting off, chin almost to his chest.

Christian whispered, “That’s my dad. He’ll be fast asleep soon cause he’s taken his sleeping pills. Besides, all the action’s out back in the jacuzzi. Did you bring your bathers, Lachie?”

What with everything that had happened, he’d forgotten. “No…um…I didn’t. Is that a problem?”

“Not to me.” And with that, a wolfish grin formed on Christian’s face, replacing the cheeky one of before. A grin Lachlan would have found alluring before, but all he thought about were Reece’s words: be careful tonight, okay? He’s a player. Worry prickled at Lachlan’s skin.

More so when he was led out onto the patio and there was no one else in sight.

“Um…where is everyone?”

“Oh, did I forget to mention that everyone else had other plans? So, it looks like we’re having a bit of a private party now. The you and me kind, if you know what I mean, handsome. Now, let’s get into that jacuzzi. I’ve got a couple of drinks ready to go.”

“I’m not supposed to be drinking, Christian. If my Dad found out, he’d kill me.”

“Relax. One or two won’t hurt you. Besides, they’re watered down.”

“I’m not sure I want to…”

Christian put his arm around Lachlan. “C’mon, it’ll be fun. Now, let’s get you out of those clothes so we can get into the water. What’dya say?”

Lachlan’s stomach squirmed and he wriggled his way out of Christian’s hold. “I think I’ll stay in my clothes. I’ll just take off my shoes and roll up my jeans. Sit on the edge there and dip my feet in, okay?”

“Fine with me.” Christian led him to the jacuzzi. The tub was massive, housed in its own wooden shed of all things. When inside, Christian closed the door. If Lachlan wasn’t mistaken, he thought he heard a latch being secured. “And just to get us in the mood…here, drink this. It’ll loosen you up a bit, make you nice and relaxed.”

Lachlan didn’t know why, but he accepted the glass of what looked like lemon-coloured cordial and smelt fruity. “What is this?”

“It’s called a leg spreader,” Christian said with a laugh as he sipped on his. “But it’s mainly just pineapple juice.”

“Pineapple juice?”

“Yeah. Pineapple juice makes your come taste sweeter, did you know that?”

Lachlan blushed. “I…I didn’t know that.”

Christian had slipped into the bubbling water. “C’mon, come join me. It’s great in here. I won’t bite—unless you want me to.” He was laughing again. Christian’s laugh was something between a hyena’s hoot and a giggling cackle. Before he would have found it endearing. Now it grated on him. He much preferred Reece’s laugh.

“I’m not sure.” Lachlan downed half his cocktail in one go because he had to do something to distract himself from Christian’s leering stare. At least the drink made him feel warm inside because right now he was shivering, and not in a good way. “Perhaps I should go home.”

Christian sat up. “Look, you’re here now. Why not stay for an hour at least? For me. It’s the least you could do, now that you’ve made the effort to come over.”

Lachlan’s stomach churned, but not from anything he could pinpoint. Besides, in an hour or so, Reece would pick him up. With that justification in his mind, he decided that perhaps staying for a little while would be all right. Not a lot could happen in that time if he kept his distance.             

Could it?

Ten minutes later, with Lachlan sitting on one of the bench seats that was scattered around the wooden room, he began to feel light-headed and kind of weird. He’d only drank one glass full.

He shrugged that off. He hadn’t drunk before, and certainly not a mixed drink like a cocktail. How much alcohol was in it, anyway? It just tasted like juice. He could probably get away with drinking three or four. Then he’d stop.

That much he promised himself.

“Are you staying or going, handsome?” Christian said, offering Lachlan a refill of his glass from a bottle beside him. 

“I’ll stay.” He sipped on the drink. “But only for an hour.”

Christian smiled again, revealing his eye teeth. “Good. Now get in the water and keep me company. I can’t have a party all by myself, now can I?”

Lachlan nodded. He did feel a little bit more relaxed. Why not? He might as well have some fun while he waited for Reece. When he got up, however, he wobbled and had to grab onto the wooden wall for support. His head spun.

That was weird.

After a few moments, he put his drink down onto the edge of the jacuzzi, climbing out of his jeans and shirt as best he could, considering he was suddenly unstable on his feet. Perhaps when he got into the water, he’d feel better.

Although, he felt a bit…drowsy, too.

Definitely weird. 

Maybe he felt like that because he hadn’t eaten anything? He had imagined coming to a party would have involved some food; party pies, sausage rolls, crisps, and frankfurts. Obviously, he was mistaken and would have to eat later. He took off his shoes and socks.

Down to his underwear, he slipped into the water. It was warm and frothy and made him feel tingly all over. “It’s nice…in here,” he declared.

“It sure is.” But Christian’s steel grey eyes never left Lachlan.

Lachlan’s body soon became awash with heat, so much so his cheeks flushed red hot. He felt giddy but strangely comfortable. He drained his glass of the remaining cocktail.

“I’ve finished this drink. I thought you said it was alcoholic? It doesn’t taste like anything special to me.”

“I made them so we could drink a few without getting into any trouble from our parents.” Christian filled Lachlan’s glass for the third time. “It’s basically juice with a bit of a kick, that’s all.”

“You’re so thoughtful.”

“Thank you, handsome. And it’s true, it really is a lot better in here now you’re in the water with me.”

Lachlan giggled. Why had he done that? He felt another wave of warmth wash over him as well as that underlying drowsiness. “You’re just saying that.” 

“It’s true.”

“You’re funny.” Lachlan’s head became fuzzy. He liked the taste of pineapple. He took a few more sips, finding the bottom of the glass sooner than he realised.

Christian refilled it again.

How many had he drunk now? He lost count. Was he at his limit?

But Lachlan didn’t care. He was feeling really good. Better than good. Was there something between him and Christian after all, even though Reece had declared his love for him?

Wow, Lachlan couldn’t believe it. I have two boys who love me. I’ve never had so much dick to choose from. It’s amazing. 

“Why don’t you take off your underwear? I’d like to see all of you, handsome. You’re so beautiful and you’re turning me on.” Christian slid closer, running his hand up the inside of Lachlan’s leg. He was also kissing his neck. That felt okay.              

Lachlan shivered delightfully from Christian’s touch. “I’m not sure I should…that you should do that.”

“Sure, you are. I know you like me. Why don’t we see how much you do? Go on. Take off your underwear. I want to touch your dick.”

Lachlan giggled, wave upon wave of giddiness and drowsiness and contentment washing over him. “You first, then.”

Why did I say that? Perhaps the drink had affected me after all?

“No problem.” Christian stood. His body looked good, all wet and hot from the water. He undid his board short’s tie-up string and pulled open the Velcro fly with a ripping sound. Seconds later, he was naked; his hard-on sprung up revealing all too well his intentions, complete with retracted foreskin. Christian really was desperate, and Lachlan couldn’t help but like the sight of that. Who wouldn’t?

“Now it’s your turn.”

Lachlan stood, again an action that made him unsteady; Christian held him. As he pulled down his underwear, something he found required a little bit more concentration than usual, he giggled even more. That was also weird. He wasn’t usually a giggler.

He climbed out of his underwear, throwing them over to where he’d put the rest of his clothing. “Oh, I’m hard, too. Look at that.”

Christian’s eyes were wide. “I’m looking. Now stay where you are. I want to suck it.”

“I thought you said you just wanted to touch my dick, not suck on it?”

“I didn’t mention what I wanted to touch it with, handsome.”

“But shouldn’t we use a condom?” Lachlan couldn’t believe he’d said that. He didn’t want Christian now that he was naked, and it wasn’t Reece who was close to him. Not really.

Then again, perhaps it was thoughts of Reece that had turned him on. Or was it Christian, after all?

Lachlan shook his head. He was losing focus, his mind fuzzy.

Another wave of drowsiness consumed him, he had to fight it back. Perhaps he needed a drink. He picked up his glass, taking more sips. 

Christian knelt in front of Lachlan, looking up. His grey eyes glistened, his smile even hungrier than before. “The bromide in the water kills everything. It’s safe to do anything in here. Trust me.”

“I haven’t before heard of that before, either.” Lachlan had to think about what he just said. It didn’t sound right. His mouth seemed to be acting independently of his brain. And his brain felt like it was stuffed with cotton wool. Slowly, he repeated his thoughts, “I-hadn’t-heard-of-that-before-either.” 

“It’s true.” Christian’s lips were almost touching Lachlan’s dick, the heat off him even more intense than the water. He gasped when the boy breathed hot air onto his hard-on, then kissed it. He never had anyone do that to him. He shuddered all over, sucking in air through his teeth. Christian added, “Besides, condoms really deaden the sensations. When I’m with a hot boy like you, I want to feel everything.”

Lachlan could feel everything. Christian’s lips and mouth were wonderful. He groaned, throwing his head back as the noises Christian made filled his ears. Again, he shuddered, his whole body numb. He gasped, hot beyond words.

Then it was over.

He was breathing hard and had to sit down before he fell. It took Lachlan a moment to register that he’d come. He was sweating. Had he done it into Christian’s mouth?

The boy’s next words left no doubt. “You tasted sweet. I told you pineapple juice worked.”

“I did?” Lachlan didn’t think a few drinks would work that quickly, but his independent mouth couldn’t get that thought out.

“Yeah. And now that I did that for you, I want you to do something for me in return. It’s only fair, right?”

“What did you want me to do?” That time his words weren’t mixed up, his concern more than enough to ensure that. He started to feel terrible, though. More waves of drowsiness consumed him.

Again, he had to concentrate hard to fight off that feeling.

This isn’t right, Lachlan thought, panic rising. 

With his wolfish smile even more so, eyes filled with lust, Christian replied, “I want to have sex with you, Lachie.”

Lachlan’s stomach dropped, a sensation not unlike when a roller-coaster zoomed up an incline. He didn’t want to do that. He didn’t even want Christian doing what he’d already done. But couldn’t find the strength within himself to resist.

Why hadn’t he listened to Reece? How did he end up being alone with Christian…and naked…and receiving a blowjob from him?

Why wasn’t Christian’s dad coming out to check up on them?

Everything had happened so fast since he’d arrived. Christian had been playing him, and he did it well. The “leg spreader” cocktail all part of that plan, no doubt. God, even the name of the drink should have clued him in. How could he be so stupid?

Lachlan groaned.

He held his head, trying to calm his buzzing, confusing thoughts and the terrible numbing wooziness that vied to take him over.               Perhaps there was more alcohol in those drinks than Christian led him to believe. Crap! What was his dad going to say?

Or more immediately and importantly, how was he going to get away from Christian? The boy wanted a return favour of the sexual kind, even though Lachlan hadn’t asked him to suck on him in the first place.

“I’m sure not about doing that with you, Christian.” Again, his words were jumbled, but the intent of what he’d said was there.

He didn’t want to give himself to Christian.

If there was any boy he would do that for, it was Reece. Right now, he didn’t want Christian touching him. Not now. Not ever. He was repulsive, and Lachlan now understood what Reece meant when he said he should be careful…that he was a scoundrel.

Lachlan had fallen into his web.

“You want me, I can see it in your eyes.”

“I don’t, I don’t want to have sex with you.”

Christian jumped up, water splashing everywhere. He grabbed Lachlan tight. Lachlan gasped with surprise and an all-consuming dread. “You will give me what I want, Lachie. You’ve been begging for it from me for two weeks now, I’ve seen you watching me. I’ve seen your boner. Dicks don’t lie. You want me bad…why else would you come here? So, here we are. You can get what you want from me right now. I won’t tell anyone.”

Lachlan struggled under Christian’s hold, but couldn’t break free. He felt the boy’s nails scratching across his back, but it didn’t hurt because he felt numb everywhere, as if his whole body now deceived his mind.

“Get off me…let me go.”  

Christian pushed Lachlan to the side of the jacuzzi, holding his head down so that his face was pressed uncomfortably onto the fibreglass rim of the tub. “You’re such a dirty boy, Lachie, aren’t you? You’ve gone hard again, so don’t lie to me. You want this. Open your legs and let me give you what you really want me to give you. Don’t make me force you,” Christian’s voice was filled with uncaring lust, his hold determined. 

“Get off me, Christian. Get off me!” Lachlan’s mind had cleared all of a sudden. Perhaps the adrenaline pumping through him once he realised what Christian was doing had gotten rid of the alcohol out of his system.

Yet, even that couldn’t help him now.

Lachlan was still weak, his arms and legs felt like lead weights were attached to them.

“Give it to me, you dirty whore. Get your arse up in the air for me. Stop struggling. You’ll love it once I’ve got it in you like you want.”

“No, Christian! Please, no!” Lachlan felt Christian’s harsh, rough hands spread his legs, wanting to get to the place where only those he had feelings for, those he loved, should go.

Someone like Reece.  

Christian hocked and spat, the extent of the lubrication he was going to use. Lachlan hated himself. How could he have got himself into this? He should have listened to Reece.

He squeezed his eyes closed, bitter tears stinging them. He began shivering with dread, fear, and the realisation that he could do nothing to stop what was going to happen to him.

He was too weak and drowsy.

All he could do was cry. 

7

Don’t Mix with Alcohol

Reece had texted Lachlan numerous times over the past half an hour or so to check up on him and tell him he’d be there soon. He should have told Lachlan that he wanted him to come over Reece’s place, ditch Christian after all. When no replies came, he became concerned. 

He texted again: Lachie? You there? If you need me, just say so. Okay? Love you.

Still no answer.

Reece was really worried now; his insides made that painfully clear when his stomach knotted. Lachlan always answered his texts, and promptly. He brought up the Uber app and it informed him a driver would be at his house in seven minutes.

Seven minutes too long as far as Reece was concerned.

He grabbed his wallet, phone, and scribbled a note to tell whoever came home first that he was going to Christian’s house to get Lachlan. He dashed out of his front door, pocketing a spare key to get back in if he needed to.

The driver was friendly.

Thankfully, Lachlan had given him Christian’s address, otherwise he wouldn’t have known what to do. Because his gut told him something, and it wasn’t good.

The Uber pulled up outside Christian’s house. There were no signs of a party. Reece paid the $9.50 fare and asked, “Can you wait here for a few minutes? I’ll be back with my friend.”

“No worries, boss.”

“If I’m not back in ten minutes, you can go.”

“Right-o.”

Reece dashed out of the car, banging on the front door of Christian’s house and ringing the bell endlessly moments later. After what seemed an eternity, a sleepy looking man with luggage under his eyes opened it. “Can I help you, young man?” he drawled.

“Is Lachlan here?”

“Who?”

“Okay…is Christian here, then?”

The man shrugged. “Sure. He’s out back in the jacuzzi with his friend. Why?”

“What?”

“I didn’t think what I said was complicated.”

“No, I don’t mean that. I mean…so there was no party here tonight?”

“No—Christian told everyone it was cancelled.”

Reece’s stomach felt like lead all of a sudden. “Can I come in? I…um…I have to give Christian the new training roster for Wednesday night.” Not that Reece had any papers in his hands or anything, so the lie could have been called out quite easily.

Christian’s dad didn’t seem bothered or was too sleepy to care. Either way, it worked out for Reece. “Oh, you’re a dolphin? I thought I recognised you. Sure, I’ll show you through. Follow me. I’m Peter, by the way.”

“Reece.”

“Good to meet you, Reece,” he replied. 

Peter led him through the house to a large back patio area with a shuffling waddle. The moment they stepped outside, he heard Lachlan’s voice screaming “No, Christian! Please, no!” through the wood of a shed-like building.

Reece’s heart leapt into his throat.

He ran.

He ran and as fast as his legs could carry him towards the shed and pulled the door, but it didn’t give. It must have been latched from the inside.

Shit!

Reece felt fingers of ice surge through him. He could hear a struggle, water splashing, and the unmistakable sound of Lachlan crying. He yanked on the door with all his might, summoning all the strength he could.

With a clatter, the metal latch fell broken onto the paving, the door finally opened by the time Christian’s dad arrived next to him.

What Reece saw froze his blood.

There was Lachlan, naked and crying his eyes out while bent over the edge of the jacuzzi, pinned down by Christian. There were scratches all over Lachlan’s back, most bleeding. Christian’s intentions were clear as day and left no questions about to what going to happen…if it hadn’t happened all ready.

Reece felt sick to his stomach, but went to Lachlan without further hesitation, unable to form words; the sight of someone holding his naked best friend down knocked the wind right out of him.

God, please let Lachie be okay. 

It was Christian’s dad who spoke. “What in God’s name is going on in here, son?” he shouted.

“Dad?!” Christian stood bolt upright, shock etched onto his face. 

Reece helped Lachlan out of the water. It took all his efforts, needing to hold him under his armpits and pull him up because Lachlan was a dead weight, unable to even stand by himself.

“What the hell have you done to him, Christian?” Reece spat. Anger and loathing for Christian consumed him. If Peter wasn’t there, he would have punched the boy’s teeth out. Reece didn’t think he couldn’t hate anyone in the world as much as he hated Christian right now. The boy was vile, evil, and deserved everything he got. And somehow, if he didn’t, Reece would make sure he told everyone what the bastard was like and what he’d done.

If it was the last thing he did.

Then again, Christian wasn’t worth spit, less than that in Reece’s mind. He had more important matters to attend to.

Lachlan was all that mattered.

“I got you, Lachie. I got you.”

When Reece finally got Lachlan out of the water, he embraced him—but not before grabbing a towel to cover him. Lachlan had suffered enough; he didn’t deserve to remain naked and exposed. And certainly not in front of Christian or his dad.

Reece gritted his teeth, worry for Lachlan making him feel sick.

“I can explain, Dad!” Christian still stood in the bubbling water, his hands up like he could possibly defend himself.

His dad looked disgusted, hands on hips. “There’s nothing to explain. I’ve got eyes.”

“Nothing happened, Dad. I swear.”  

Reece looked around at the empty glasses. “You got Lachlan drunk so you could what? Rape him? That was nothing, was it?”

Christian glared at Reece, but there was fear in his eyes. “I didn’t do anything to him. Nothing he didn’t want from me, anyway.”

Peter handed Christian a towel and he wrapped himself in it straight away. Disappointment, disgust, and sorrow filled the man’s eyes. “You told me you wouldn’t do this again. You promised me.”

“Lachlan wanted it, Dad. He was all over me…”

The two of them continued to talk, loudly. Reece didn’t hear any more of what they said. He didn’t care what happened to Christian at the moment, he only worried about Lachlan. “I’m here for you, Lachie. I’m here for you.”

Lachlan looked up, his eyes wet and cheeks stained with tears. But his expression was confused, his gaze distant like he couldn’t focus. “Reece? Is that you?”

“Yeah, it’s me. It’s Reece. I’m here for you now, okay?”

Lachlan’s bottom lip trembled. “Reece…I think Christian…I think…you were right. He tried to…and I…I’m sorry, I should have listened to you.”

“Don’t you dare apologise for what that bastard did to you. It wasn’t your fault, it was mine.”

Reece held Lachlan for the longest time. He would hold him forever.

Christian’s dad approached, putting his hand on Reece’s shoulder and disturbing him. “Is he all right? Christian says nothing happened, but I know they’ve both been drinking.”

“And you believe him, do you?” Reece demanded.

Christian’s dad looked drained and tired, even more than before. If Reece was to put his finger on it, there was disappointment there as well. “I think I should take you both to the hospital, get him assessed. Then I will tell you whether or not I believe my son.”

That sounded like a good idea. Reece nodded his approval.

Christian was dressed but hung his head low. Whatever was said between him and his dad, Christian didn’t look happy about it. Good. Let him suffer.

“Can he stand up?” Christian’s dad offered his hand. 

“His name’s Lachlan, and I’ll help him. I don’t want anyone else touching him.”

Lachlan wasn’t considered an emergency. He was taken to a temporary admissions ward to be assessed and then either discharged or, if the results warranted it, admitted properly.

Reece was allowed to remain with him. He’d phoned Lachlan’s parents: his dad was on a business trip interstate, but his mum said she’d be there as soon as possible. He told her everything he knew so far.

When that conversation was over, he then phoned his own parents, telling them he would stay with Lachlan and not to worry about him. He’d get someone to bring him home if everything turned out okay.

Reece hoped everything would turn out okay.

“You look after that dear boy, sweetheart,” his mum said, her tone so worried he could pick it up over the phone. “I’ll talk to you soon. You’re a good boy.”

“Thanks, Mum.” He didn’t bother asking about his dad, he’d be on a long-haul drive anyway. So long as his mum knew, that was okay. 

Peter and Christian stayed in the waiting room. 

After the assessment, Reece remained with Lachlan beside the bed the hospital had given him after they’d done what they needed to do. An hour later, Lachlan’s mum arrived. She was elegant and pretty; he could see where he got his looks.

“Have they come back with the results yet?” she asked while hugging Reece and Lachlan in turn—even though Lachlan was asleep. “And thank you for everything you’ve done, Reece.”

“They haven’t, and…it was nothing, really.”

“Don’t be so modest. You’ve always looked after my boy.”

“I wish that were true, Mrs. Murdock. ‘Cause I kind of knew what Christian was like; my brother Mitch told me what he’d heard from other boys who’ve been with him.” Reece swallowed his guilt as best he could, but it didn’t want to go down. He swallowed again, harder that time. Nothing. Seemed his guilt would be with him for awhile. At least until he knew Lachlan was all right.

“You can call me Clare, Reece. I think we’re beyond formalities now.” She hugged him again, this time with more intent. He liked her smell; it was sophisticated and gentle—kind of like Lachlan’s but more feminine. “And did you tell Lachlan all this?”

“I did, Clare.” It felt weird to call Lachlan’s mum by her name. But if that's what she wanted, he wasn’t going to argue. He had enough to worry about. “He thought he was going to a party and there would be others there.”

“Then it wasn’t your fault. From the sound of it…” She paused. Reece could see her composing herself. She cleared her throat. “From what you’ve told me, that boy who assaulted my son is a sexual predator and he’s at fault, not you.”

Reece thought about that. He knew that she was right, but it didn’t change his guilt. He should have done more for Lachlan. A lot more.

“Thanks, but yeah, I plan to look after him from now on, that’s for sure.”

“I hope you do. You belong with each other, you always have. I never believed in soulmates until I saw you two grow up together, become closer and closer every day. What happened at that party a month ago was a bump in the road, that’s all. You can’t fight love, Reece. You and Lachlan love each other and are meant to be. Anyone can see that.”

An easy silence fell between them.

She sat on another chair provided, pulling a magazine out of her handbag. Reece watched her read between loving glances at Lachlan.

He couldn’t blame her; he looked at Lachlan the same way. 

“Reece?” Lachlan suddenly blurted, his eyes flicking open and startling Reece. He held out his hand.

“I’m here.” Reece grabbed Lachlan’s offered hand. It was cold and the temperature seeped right into Reece’s gut. What was in those drinks Christian had given him?

His mum stood. “I’m here, too, my precious boy.”

“Mum?”

“Yes. It’s me.”

“Reece?”

“Yes. I’m here,” Reece repeated, squeezing Lachlan’s hand.  

Reece was about to press the call button to let them know Lachlan was awake, when a nurse—a lovely lady with a jolly roll of a laugh who had been attending to Lachlan all night—entered the room. “You still here, Reece?”

“Yeah, still here Nurse Gladys.”

“As if you would have left, right?” She chuckled, bringing around the blood pressure monitor machine as she approached the bed. “It seems your boyfriend had quite a night, didn’t he?”              

Reece felt his cheeks warm. “Oh…Lachie’s not my boyfriend. Not yet. But I’m working on it…if that’s what he wants.”

She smiled. “You’ve not left his side, you’ve made sure he’s been looked after, and done everything for him since he got here. I’d say you’re his boyfriend at the very least, wouldn’t you?”

Clare chimed in, “Reece has always been my son’s boyfriend. Fortunately, he’s coming to realise that fact himself lately.”

The nurse chuckled again, her jolliness infectious. Reece managed a smile. “I understand. Men are usually slower on the uptake, aren’t they?”

Clare rolled her eyes, but also chuckled lightly behind her hand. “You can say that again—my husband’s so slow about things ice ages happen faster.”

They both giggled. 

Reece was about to interrupt their moment, when Lachlan said, “He is my boyfriend—and if I had listened to him, I wouldn’t be here now.”

Reece’s heart fluttered, if only for the fact Lachlan sounded more coherent. He squeezed their joined hands. Some of his concerns were washed away by a sudden feeling of happiness.

He did belong to Lachlan; it felt so obvious when he was near him.   

Nurse Gladys cocked an eyebrow in an “I told you so” expression. Reece sighed in defeat. She then said, “We’re just waiting for a doctor. Some of the results are in.”

That got Reece’s attention.

Seconds later, a tall man knocked on the room’s doorframe. “Hello there, folks. I’m Dr. Singh and I have the news you’ve all been waiting for.”

Reece gave Dr. Singh his full attention while Nurse Gladys took Lachlan’s blood pressure. Clare said, “Well, don’t keep us in suspense. Tell us.” 

Dr. Singh smiled while he flicked paperwork over on his clipboard. “I’ll cut to the chase then, shall I?”

“That would be a good idea.” Clare was holding Lachlan’s other hand; Lachlan himself had fallen back to sleep.

“The good news is that there weren’t any seminal fluids present inside Lachlan. Also, there wasn’t any tearing of the anal tissue, either. From what we can tell, no sexual penetration took place.”

Reece breathed a sigh of relief. “Thank God.”

Clare did the same. “That is good news.”

But Dr. Singh coughed, drawing their attention to him once again. “Lachlan, however, has ingested a drug as well as alcohol. The boy who assaulted him told us that he used some of his father’s sleeping pills—and talking with the father of the boy, he confirmed pills had been missing from his supply lately.”

“What does that mean?” Reece asked, concern washing over him.

“Because of the nature of the assault the police have been informed,” Dr. Singh began, his expression stern. “The boy who did this knew what he was doing and planned it. What’s more, Lachlan had an empty stomach, so the alcohol mixed with the sleeping pills affected him faster than usual. It’s a good thing you got to him in time, young man, but he’s going to be out of it for a while. The best thing for Lachlan now is to remain under observation overnight. As such, we’ll be admitting him.”

“Then I’m staying as well,” Reece declared without any doubt or hesitation. There was nowhere else to go, not while Lachlan needed him.

8

Building a New Life Together

Two weeks later…

Lachlan sat bolt upright.

He gasped. Sweat covered him and his sheets stuck to his skin, tangling him. He struggled to free himself. Burned into the back of his retinas was the image of Christian’s face leering at him, haunting him while he slept.

“Reece?” he said unevenly, shaking uncontrollably.

“I’m here.” Reece pulled the sheets away from Lachlan.

“Reece, I—”

“It’s okay.” Reece held his hand and his warm, caring touch easing the effects of his nightmare almost instantly. “Did you have that dream again?”

Lachlan nodded. “Stay here with me tonight.”

“Whatever you want me to do, you know that.”

“I want you to.”

Since he’d been discharged from hospital, Reece had stayed at his house until Lachlan fell asleep. He’d then return in the morning, with them either going to school together or just hanging out. Lachlan hadn’t gone back to swimming practice. He couldn’t. Christian was there. Lachlan loved swimming, but that couldn’t be a part of his life now. 

But the nightmares had been getting worse, not better. Lachlan needed Reece to stay, to help with his healing.

“I’ll let your Mum and Dad know I’m staying. And I’ll get the spare mattress and sleep on the floor next to you. Okay?”

“No.”

Reece looked taken aback. “I don’t understand, Lachie. I thought you wanted me to stay?”

“I do. But I need you to hold me and protect me while I sleep. I can’t seem to shake him from my mind, and if I know you’re here with me then he won’t come into my dreams. When you’re not here and I know it, every time I close my eyes, I see him. He’s laughing at me. All the time, Reece. All the time.”

Lachlan felt tears sting his eyes and let his emotions flow, sure that Reece would never judge him.

“I don’t think I’ll ever be able to get him out of my head if you keep leaving me every night. You’re the only person who helps, me. You’re my rock, Reece, I need you.”

Lachlan began to cry. 

“Hey, hey, it’s all right.” Reece kissed Lachlan’s hand, then hugged him. Lachlan felt better within his arms, wrapping himself tighter in Reece’s hold. “It’s just that we’ve never discussed me staying overnight with you before. Not in your bed with you, anyway.”

Lachlan looked at him, surprised he had to explain what should already be happening. “You’re my boyfriend. I love you. What’s there to discuss?”

“I love you, too.” Reece paused, kissing the tears from off Lachlan’s cheeks. “But I don’t want to hurt you. If I start sleeping with you, I don’t want you to think of me as someone who just wants you for sex.”

“I’d never think that.”

“You don’t now. But if we did do it…what would you feel like afterwards? It was my fault that happened with Christian. I should have stopped you from going to his house because I knew what he was like. I failed you, Lachie.”

Lachlan’s tears fell onto his cheeks and Reece kissed them away again. “You didn’t fail me. You rescued me before…before he could do anything to me. I owe you so much for that.”

“You don’t owe me anything.” Reece’s eyes became glassy. “I love you unconditionally.”

“I’ve never thought otherwise.” Lachlan wiped his cheeks. “Please say you’ll stay with me and hold me until I wake up, Reece.”

“Okay, I’ll go talk to your Mum and Dad. If they say it’s okay, then it’ll be all right with me.”

“Don’t be gone for too long.”

“I won’t.”

Reece kissed him, closed mouth and gentle, that time on Lachlan’s lips. The salt of his tears tasted sweeter now that Reece agreed to stay. He melted under his boyfriend’s intimate contact. He knew his mum and dad wouldn’t say no; they wanted what was best for him as much as Reece did.

Lachlan sighed relief, thankful he had people who loved him.              He felt better, even if that disturbing image of Christian’s face lusting for him was still there.

The buzzing of his phone woke Lachlan. He leaned over to grab it off his bedside table as quickly as he could, not wanting to disturb Reece, who had his arm draped lazily around his waist, spooning him while he slept.

Lachlan’s dreams hadn’t been nightmares that night.

All thanks to Reece.

Even if the memories of that night came crashing intrusively into his thoughts and dreams all the time, made him lock up with fear sometimes because he was unable to stop the flood of those memories, his therapist was right: he had people around him who loved him. And that was more important than anything else. 

Thank God for Reece.

He sat up and opened his messaging app. There was a text from Coach Paterson: Good morning, Lachlan. I noticed you haven’t been at training for two weeks and I wasn’t notified you weren’t coming. Is everything all right? Can you give me a call at your earliest convenience, please?

Reece’s phone buzzed, too; Coach Paterson no doubt sending him a text as well seeing as they both hadn’t gone to training. Reece simply wouldn’t go without Lachlan.

Lachlan swallowed. The memories of the pool. Christian. That night. He closed his eyes to try and shut it out, but they were hiding right behind his eyelids; those lust-filled eyes and his hard-on, throbbing as much as his wanting smile quivered. You know you want it, so give it to me, you dirty whore.

Breathing heavily with his stomach knotted painfully, he felt himself lose it again. He cried. He couldn’t help it. Tears of his own self-loathing fell onto his cheeks moments later as his body shuddered. He couldn’t control himself, and to be honest, he didn’t want to.              

Reece put his arm around Lachlan. “Hey, it’s okay. I’m here. Did you have a nightmare?”

“No. I…I didn’t.”

“Then what’s the matter?” Reece asked, with genuine concern etched into his voice.

“I’m not a dirty whore,” Lachlan stammered, unable to look Reece in the eyes.

“What? No, of course you’re not. You’re beautiful and special and I love you. Why would you say that?”

“That’s what he called me.”

“Oh, God.” Reece brought his arms around Lachlan, pulling him in close, smoothing his hand over his back—the scratches had almost healed, but his skin was still sensitive, prickly to the touch.

Reece could touch his scars. Reece could see them. No one else could.

Warm silence fell over them as they held each other. Lachlan’s tears dried as he took in Reece, held him tighter. “You must think I’m the worst boyfriend ever.”

“Why would I think that?”

“Because…because I haven’t given you what you…want.”

Reece gently pulled himself out of their embrace. “Lachie, listen to me. I love you for who you are, I have all my life. The month after I got scared and didn’t kiss you back was the worst month of my life. I need you. As long as I’m with you, that’s all that matters. Sure, I’m attracted to you physically as well. No damn doubt, because my God, you’re hot.”

Lachlan smiled at that, his tears drying.

Reece continued, “Yes, I want to do things with you one day, but only when you’re ready. And just for the record, it’s not about what’s between your legs. It’s about you and me and how we move forward each day. And right now, I want you to know that you are wonderful and special and deserve to be happy. So please, tell me what brought all this on. I want to understand.”

Lachlan retrieved his phone. After Reece read the text, his eyebrows rose. “Oh.”

“I think you got one, too.”

“No doubt.”

“What am I going to do?”

Reece climbed out of bed, his shorts and T-shirt crumpled from his sleep. Lachlan smiled again; he liked looking at Reece. His bedhead made him look cute, his hair all over the place. “Did you want me to call Coach Paterson to arrange a meeting with him?”

That brief moment of thinking about other things, normal things, was short-lived. Lachlan’s stomach squirmed as his thoughts were returned to the topic of their discussion, his throat tightening. “I…I don’t want to go to the pool. Not if…not if Christian’s gonna be there. No way.”

“I understand,” Reece held Lachlan’s hand, running fingers over his knuckles. He liked that. “I’ll talk to Coach Paterson about that, too. Perhaps we can meet with him somewhere else.”

“Then call him.” Lachlan nodded, the demons inside quelled for the moment. Again, all thanks to Reece.

“Now, come on, we’ve got to get ready for school. We’ll be late otherwise.”

“You’ll keep holding my hand?”

“I’ll never let you go.”

“I think there are times when you’ll have to let go, Reece.”

“Oh?” Lachlan, for the first time in two weeks felt the desire to laugh. He did, one that rumbled from deep inside him. Reece asked, “And what’s so funny?”

“I just imagined you holding my hand while I’m sitting on the loo.”

“Oh, my God.” Reece laughed, too. “Okay, so I won’t be holding your hand when you’re doing that. Your farts and shits stink!”

“They do not.”

“Yeah, right! Next time I’m gonna fart, I’ll pull the blankets over you, so you’ll know that no matter how bad you think mine are, yours are worse. Trust me.”

“What?” Lachlan laughed even more, pulling Reece back onto the bed. “You’re gonna give me a Dutch Oven?”

“Damn straight, I am.”

With Reece flat on his back, Lachlan came over him, looking him deeply into his beautiful autumn eyes. “I needed that. Thank you.”

The moment between them quietened and Lachlan held Reece, bringing himself closer. So close their noses touched. Reece smiled up at him, his lovely lips enticing.

“Can I kiss you?” Lachlan breathed.

“Please do.”

“You won’t pull away?”

“Never.”

And with that, Lachlan pressed his lips onto Reece’s. The contact was warm, inviting, and sent shivers all through him. Moments later, it was Reece who wanted to deepen it. Lachlan let his tongue in, Reece gentle with the trust given him and explored their kiss with sensitivity and consideration.

Lachlan could get lost within Reece’s kiss.

Forever. 

9

Vanquishing the Ghosts of The Past

Reece, hand in hand with Lachlan, entered the library; their first class was a study period.

“I’ll go get a couple of the books we need,” Reece said. He had chosen a spot away from most of their other classmates, knowing Lachlan still wasn’t comfortable with people around him. He told Reece that he believed everyone was staring at him, that they knew what had happened and would judge him—even if they weren’t staring or didn’t know.

That was okay. Lachlan needed time, and as such he would give him that and anything else he needed.

“You gonna be okay here?” he checked.

“Yeah, I think so.”

Reece went to the Philosophy section. He thumbed over a few of the books on the shelf, about to retrieve a couple when he felt someone approach him, come close behind him. He smiled knowingly. Seemed Lachlan needed him sooner that he thought.

“I did say I wasn’t going to be—oh, Kyle. Sorry, I thought you were someone else. How are you, buddy?”

Kyle, with his beautiful ebony skin, lips full, eyes dark and mysterious, quivered a smile. A smile that didn’t seem to fit on his face properly. He looked worried. “I’m okay, Reece. You?”

Reece knew Kyle was gay. He used to be a member of the swim team, but then suddenly left one day a couple of months ago. They lost their best breaststroker.

“I’m good.” Reece pulled a couple of books from the shelf. “But we all miss you, you’re an awesome swimmer. We could use you again; breaststroke is our weakest link at the moment. Coach Paterson is blowing a tyre trying to find someone to replace you.”

Kyle’s gaze fell to his feet. “I wish I could, Reece…but I can’t.”

“Why not? We could still use you. Your spot hasn’t been filled yet.”

“How’s Lachie?” The sudden change of subject startled Reece. But he didn’t interrupt, especially when the boy looked him in his eyes. Those dark marbles of his had gone watery, filled with whatever emotions were surfacing within him.

“He’ll be okay, I think. Thankfully, the worst didn’t happen to him, even though he was shaken up pretty bad by it. It’ll take some time for him to recover but he knows he’s got me and his family by his side. He’ll get there.”

“Christian drugged and raped me,” Kyle blurted, the words falling out like he couldn’t keep them inside for another second.

The universe inhaled.

Reece dropped the books and they seemed to fall to the floor in slow motion. He wanted to form words, but for the longest time he couldn’t. What could he say to Kyle anyway? Nothing anyone said could change what had happened or repair the sort of thing that had been done to him or to Lachlan.

And at least Lachlan had love. Did Kyle have someone supporting him?

All Reece managed was, “I’m…I’m so, so sorry, Kyle.” But it felt weak and inadequate. Which it was. If Kyle were Lachlan, Reece would have hugged him. But he didn’t know Kyle other than their acquaintance at swimming and in the few classes they shared. What if he didn’t want to be touched by anyone? Reece felt useless. “Is there anything I can do? Have you told anyone else? Like…your parents or…you know, anyone?”

“My father told me boys don’t get raped. That I must have deserved it because I’m gay.” Kyle sniffled, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand.

The universe took in another breath.

Reece picked up the books. “That’s…I can’t even begin to…” He felt numb, that same knot formed in his stomach that grew hard and cold within him when he saw Lachlan, naked and bent over the jacuzzi with Christian behind him. “You’ve got to tell someone who can do something for you.”

“It’s too late now. It happened months ago.”

“Um…no, it’s not.” Reece then had an idea, one that would hopefully solve another problem, and get Lachlan and Kyle some semblance of their lives back. But he had to make sure Kyle—and of course Lachlan—wanted him to help them. It was their call, after all.

Reece would make sure no one ever forced anything on Lachlan ever again, even if it was him and even if he was trying to help.

In any case, whether they agreed to his plan or not, he’d be there for them no matter what. “Say…did you want to talk to Lachie?”

Kyle wiped his face again. “All right.”

Reece wasn’t sure how Lachlan would react when he approached with Kyle, especially as he’d chosen an out of the way place for them to study without the need to talk to others if he didn’t want to.

“Hey, do you mind waiting here for a moment, Kyle? Just gotta talk to Lachie to make sure he’s okay.”

Kyle nodded.

Lachlan looked up as soon as Reece approached, the sadness in his eyes painful to witness. “Are those the books we need?”

“They are.” Reece put his hand gently onto Lachlan’s shoulder after placing the books down onto the desk next to him. “I bumped into Kyle.”

“Really? I haven’t seen him for a long time.” Lachlan put his hand over Reece’s. “How is he?”

“He’s not doing so good.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah. Kyle’s another victim of…” Reece swallowed. He couldn’t describe what Christian had done, even to Lachlan. “Christian.” 

“Did he…you know?”

“He did.”

Lachlan’s eyes reflected a different emotion, one Reece couldn’t put his finger on, but it was far deeper than pain. “I’d…I’d like to talk to him about it. Do you think he’d wanna talk to me?”

“Yeah, I think he does.” Lachlan hadn’t let go of Reece’s hand, so he gestured for Kyle to approach with the other.   

The moment Lachlan stood to meet Kyle, Reece felt a lump form in his throat. There was silence between them for the longest time, more revered than that experienced inside the holy Taktsang Monastery, he was certain. It was without doubt the silence of understanding between them.

Lachlan and Kyle embraced.

They held each other for an eternity. Through the whole thing, not one word was spoken, and Reece imagined it was because words weren’t needed. Never needed.

When they finally parted, Lachlan said, “I think we need to do something about Christian.”

Kyle nodded. “Yeah…we do.”

Reece then took the opportunity to voice his thoughts. “I think we should talk to Coach Paterson first. What do you think?”

Lachlan and Kyle agreed.

Reece explained his plan to them, quietly and with consideration. Only proceeding further when they agreed. This wasn’t about him, after all. It was about them and whether or not they even wanted what Reece proposed. Both of them were on board, the fear in their eyes now mingling with determination.

“Thanks, Coach Paterson.” Reece hung up his phone.

“What did he say?” Lachlan asked. Kyle watched him intently.

He replied, “I’ll tell you in a sec—I’ve gotta call Mitch next.”

Lachlan and Kyle looked at each other, shrugging.

The phone rang…and rang…and rang. After the fourth attempt, Reece about to give up, when Mitch answered. “What do you want, numbnuts? I was busy jacking off and now I’ve got the image of your face on my phone instead of the hot girls of Pornhub. That’s not good for my boner. Now I have to start all over again.”

“Very funny, Mitch. I’m calling about something serious here.”

“Yeah, yeah. What do you want?”

“Do you remember when you told me about those other guys on the wrestling team who went out with Christian? If you can…could you give me their contact details?”

“Oof, that’s a huge favour. What if they don’t want to talk to you? I mean, I certainly don’t want to talk to you.”

“Then that’s fine. But if they do want to talk, I’d like to reach out to them. There are other boys who have been…you know. Look, I want to make sure they know that there are others that have fallen victim to Christian just like them, and that they’re not alone. Perhaps together we’ll have a better case against Christian—he’s got his court date soon.”

“Where’s your bat mobile, caped crusader?”

Reece snorted a half-laugh half-harrumph. “The boys like Kyle who were assaulted, drugged, and…” Reece couldn’t even say that word; it was too horrible to even mention. He believed Mitch knew what he was talking about. “Anyway, his victims shouldn’t be told that they deserved what happened to them. Or that they wanted it. Or whatever other bullshit they’ve been fed to shut them up. His victims shouldn’t be the ones continuing to suffer. Christian needs to have his ass handed to him, and I want make sure that happens.”  

“Did you say Kyle? Kyle Young, Kyle?”

“Yeah, I did.” Reece cringed, realizing his mistake at telling someone about Kyle without permission. Across the table, Kyle was still just watching him. He didn’t seem angry, at least.

“Shit, him too? Kyle’s a good bloke. Damn, Christian’s gone through the wrestling team, now it looks like he’s taking to the swim squad boys. The bastard—I will so punch his lights out if I ever see him. Well, if it’s for Kyle and Lachie and that’s what they want, then I can give you one guy’s name that I think will talk. I tried to encourage him to go to Coach Paterson or even the cops, but he refused. Anyway, his name’s Clayton.”

“Cool. Thanks, Mitch.”

“Now go away and stop bothering me. Otherwise I’m gonna give you an atomic wedgie the next time I see you.”

“Something to look forward to, then?”

“See ya later, little bro.” And with that he hung up. A few seconds later, a phone number was texted. Reece hoped Clayton would want to talk about Christian. If not, then that was fine, too.

Another number was texted after that, with the message:

Give this number to Kyle. I think he’ll be surprised. It’s Riley Blainey’s number—he’s the vice-captain of the wrestling team and he’s just come out. He’s a swell guy and I think it’ll be good for Kyle to meet and hang out with him. Even if Kyle’s not single, the more gay friends the better, right? 

Reece smiled, texting back, Match making now, are you?

One of my many talents.

Reece then texted Clayton’s number. Hey, this is Reece, Mitch’s brother. Can you call me as soon as you can? It’s to do with Christian and what he’s done to my boyfriend and other guys. TIA.

His phone rang straight away. Reece proceeded to tell Clayton what his message was all about, and that he had a meeting with Coach Paterson of the Preston Dolphins after school. “Can you be there, Clayton?”

“Suppose so. Yeah, I’ll be there. I hope we nail that bastard’s balls to the wall. I now want to get back at that fuc—”

Reece pulled the phone away from his ear. The swearing went on for ages. The anger was still in Clayton’s voice, the wounds obviously still fresh and those words reflected all of that.

Reece understood.

That afternoon after school, Reece, Lachlan, Kyle, and Clayton met at a coffee shop not far from the Dolphins’ pool. The introductions between them were sombre but completed by understanding embraces.

Clayton was an attractive boy in his own way, but Reece could see why he was Christian’s type. He was charming. His ginger hair and freckles seemed to make him more so. He had a good physique, like Mitch’s. Wrestling sure formed different muscles than swimming. He had intense blue eyes that were always searching, and he seemed nervous.

“I haven’t told no one ‘cause I couldn’t remember everythin’,” Clayton began as he told his story, which they each did in turn. “That bastard put so many sleepin’ pills in my drinks that the details were fuzzy when I woke up. When I finally told my folks, they said I needed to remember more so they could have somethin’ to tell the cops. There was no physical evidence by the time I got to tell ‘em, so it was his word against mine. All I could tell ‘em was that I was drinkin’ and that Christian forced himself onto me. No one believed me and Christian denied it. Only Mitch believed me, but by the time I told him I thought it was too late to do anythin’ about it. That’s why I said I’d be here, Reece. ‘Cause I now wanna see Christian get what’s comin’ to him if he’s doin’ it to other guys still.”

“That’s the plan,” Reece promised.

When Kyle and Clayton talked amongst themselves for a moment, Lachlan leaned over and whispered, “I owe you so much, Reece.”

“You don’t owe me anything. And what brought that on? What are you talking about, Lachie?”

“Kyle and Clayton have had a hard time because of what happened to them. If you hadn’t have come in when you did…then Christian would have done the same to me and I’d be—”

“Hey, you were drugged and assaulted and that’s terrible enough for anyone to have to go through. What happened to you shouldn’t be dismissed because Christian managed to go all the way with the others. His intent was still there. He planned it. Thankfully, I got to you in time.”

Reece knew he shouldn’t have let Lachlan go to that so-called “party” in the first place but didn’t mention it. Again, this wasn’t about him. It never was. All he could do now was be there for Lachlan whenever he needed it. 

Lachlan kissed Reece on his cheek. “Yes, you did. And I love you for that.”

“I love you just because.”

Coach Paterson arrived a few moments later.

Reece stood, shaking his hand. “Coach Paterson, I think you need to sit down and hear what these guys have to say about Christian.” He introduced Clayton to the man. Kyle he already knew. “It’s the reason Kyle left the team and why Lachie and I haven’t been there for practice over the past couple of weeks.”

He sat and Lachlan gave him one of the coffees they’d ordered, a cappuccino with an artistic leaf design drawn into the foam that good baristas could do as if by magic.

“Then tell me everything,” Coach Paterson said, accepting the beverage and sipping on it, leaving a white mark on his moustache. He wiped it with a serviette. 

One by one, they told the coach. The man listened without interruption, his face like stone. Every time Reece heard their stories, he couldn’t help but admire how brave they were.

When done, there was silence.

Reece coughed into his free hand, the other one holding onto Lachlan’s. “What do you think, Coach Paterson?”

The man blinked. “First, let me say how sorry I am to hear this and that you all have my support. I don’t just mean in a lip-service kind of way, either. I will phone Christian’s father as soon as we’re done here and inform him his son will be banned from the team, effective immediately. I have made it my passion to ensure the Preston Dolphins is a safe place for all, especially those boys who are wonderfully different no matter how they identify, who they love, or where they have come from. I hope you return to the team, all of you—well, except you, Clayton. I know you’re a wrestler, but if you ever want to swim, give me a call. You are all more than welcome, that’s my promise.”             

Reece felt his eyes well up; Lachlan and Kyle were already crying. Clayton’s bottom lip was trembling, but he seemed to hold it together. He was the first to respond. “I’m just glad there are folks who believe us. Thanks.”

“No.” Coach Paterson put down his empty coffee mug onto the table. “Thank you. You’re all very courageous for coming here and talking about this with me. What Christian has done is deplorable. I’m so sorry.”

Clayton added, “What can we do to get the bastard, Coach? ‘Cause I’m so ready now to see his balls stapled to the wall after what I’ve heard from these guys, that’s for sure.”

Coach Paterson breathed in, composing himself. “A good friend of mine is in criminal law—he was a boyfriend of mine back in the day, but we still see each other as friends. If all of you agree, I can give him a call. But only if you agree. It’s all about how you all feel, never forget that.”

Lachlan said, “I think that’s a good idea, Coach.”

Coach Paterson offered a smiled. “He can help you build a better case against Christian, I know it, Lachlan. Look, it might be difficult, and it might seem like you’re swimming against the tide at times, but remember, you have me to support you whenever I can. I also know the coach of the Preston Razorbacks, Clayton. He and his wife are good friends of mine. And he thinks the same as I do, I’m sure of it. Talk to him.”

“I will, Coach Paterson,” Clayton said. The ginger-haired boy turned to Kyle. “What do you think? Do you want to get a lawyer?”

“I do.” Kyle nodded slowly, tears down his cheeks. “I really do.”

“Okay.” Coach Patterson nodded. “Then I’ll get on it as soon as I can.”

There were more mumbles of agreement from everyone. Reece felt relief at knowing calling their coach had been a good idea; even if the guys hadn’t wanted to proceed with a case, at least they knew someone else believed them.

A long moment passed as they finished their drinks, the silence between them all both profound and relieving. Reece continued to hold Lachlan’s hand. If there was one thing he knew, he’d always be there for his boyfriend, no matter what happened or how he wanted to proceed.

After another round of coffees were ordered, Reece asked, “But doesn’t that mean we won’t have a captain for regionals?”

Coach Paterson smiled, wiping his brow after working up a sweat from drinking his second coffee. “We will if Lachlan takes on the position, which I know he can. He’ll be amazing at it. In fact, I know it. Also, if you would like to add your talents to the team once more, Kyle, you’d be more than welcome. We need a stormin’ breaststroker, that’s for sure.”

Lachlan looked at Reece, eyes wide. “Me? Captain of the team?”

“Yes, you.” Reece grabbed his other hand. “My beautiful boyfriend is now the captain of the best swim squad in Victoria! How awesome is that?”

“It’s actually bloody awesome!” Lachlan hugged Reece. “And with you beside me as my vice-captain and ever wonderful boyfriend, I’ll do it.”

Coach Paterson clapped his hands. “Good. That’s settled then.”

Kyle cleared his throat. “Can I say something?”

“Of course, you can, Kyle,” coach Paterson answered.

“I love swimming and I want to come back, I do. But…but I don’t want...” Kyle cleared his throat, his dark, beautiful eyes going watery again. “I don’t think I can handle anyone seeing me in the changerooms or showers. Not yet. Maybe not ever. I don’t want others to look at me like Christian looked at me, like I’m a slab of meat to be taken advantage of. Know what I’m saying?”

“I do,” Coach Paterson promised. “And I get it.”

Lachlan nodded. “I kind of agree with you, Kyle. The only one I want seeing me in any way without my clothes on is Reece from now on.”

“Right,” Kyle agreed.

“Then why don’t we work together?” Reece suggested.

“What do you mean?” Lachlan asked.

“We can all shower in our speedos, right? I mean, it’s only to swill off the chlorine. We can shower better at home later, if need be. We’ll make it a team rule or something.”

“That’s a good idea,” Coach Paterson chimed in.

“And as for getting changed…why don’t we hold up towels for each other or set up a partitioned area where the boys who want to get changed in private can. At least for as long as we feel like that’s needed.”

“Another good idea.”

Lachlan beamed. “See? I knew I loved you for a reason. You always think of others. You’re fantastic, Reece. You really are.”

“It’s only because you make me better, Lachie.”

Kyle wiped his face with the back of his sleeve. His smile reached his eyes for the first time since Reece could remember. “Then looks like I’m your new breaststroker, Coach Paterson.”

“Excellent!” Coach Paterson almost cheered. 

Clayton interjected, “Damn, we could have used you on the wrestling team, Kyle. With your slim body, you’d be as slippery as an eel. The opposition would hate that.”

They all laughed, but more a show of relief, Reece was certain.

More fancy cappuccinos were ordered, this time with cake, too.

“Oh, I forgot to mention.” Reece pulled out his phone. “I have a number for you, Kyle. Mitch told me it’s Riley Blainey’s. He’s just come out and my brother reckons he’s a good guy and you should talk to him.”

Clayton’s ginger eyebrows almost rose up to his hair line. “Yep. Riley’s a great guy, Kyle. Hot, too. You should call him—‘cause if you don’t I’ll get him to call you.”

Kyle’s cheeks tainted red. “Then how can I refuse?”

10

How to Do Your Best at Regionals

Another two weeks later…

Lachlan felt the best he’d been in a month.

Christian still haunted his dreams. Sometimes he haunted his waking hours too, like if Lachlan thought he heard someone who sounded like him. Then the fear returned. But Reece was always there to get him through those moments. He wouldn’t know what he’d do without him.

“Mum—Dad,” Lachlan said one night at the kitchen table while his dad tried to pinch Tim Tams. “Reece and I would like to be together more permanently. Can he move in?”

His dad shrugged, but Mum replied, “He practically lives here anyway—eats us out of house and home, too.”

So that was it.

Again, like his coming out, it was uneventful and lacked hugging. He was fine with that, because the result was the same. Reece stayed from that moment on, and Lachlan couldn’t have been happier. It was like the air was cleaner and the world a little brighter. The demons that haunted him were slowly disappearing, even though he knew they’d never be gone completely. 

That morning, the day of regionals, Lachlan received a call from the lawyer handling his case against Christian.

“Mister Murdock, it’s Reginald Ormond here. I have spoken to your parents and they have given me permission to relay what I said to them on to you. Can you talk for a moment?”

“Um…yeah, sure.”

“Excellent. Now. I shall be brief because I know you’re at regionals today—give my love to Coach Paterson, won’t you?”

“Of course.”

With the introductions over, Reginald dived straight in at the deep end with what he said next, so much so it took Lachlan’s breath away and made his head spin. “Due to six other young men coming forward, and the serious nature of the accusations against Mister Christian Sanderson, I am proceeding with the notion that he be tried as an adult. You will need to make court appearances to testify against him, but I will let you know when we get closer to that.”

The man seemed to talk in one long sentence, and Lachlan found it difficult processing everything he said. There was only one thing he wanted to know anyway: “How long will Christian be in jail?”

Reginald gave a very lawyerly chuckle, cold and with the crinkle of money behind it. “It’s more complicated than that, Mister Murdock.”

“Please…call me Lachlan.”

“Very well, Lachlan. As you are aware, there is no DNA evidence available from the other young men who have claimed Mister Sanderson sexually assaulted them, only their statements that such an event took place. Thankfully, you were examined in a timely manner and the drug used to sedate you was evident in your system. Also, there was the accused’s genetic material retrieved from the scratches on your back. Because of that, I’m certain you and the six other young men have a case, as they will be backing up your claims.”

“Okay.” Lachlan couldn’t help but think about how Christian, the monster that he was, had assaulted six other boys. A knot formed in his stomach. Six lives that would never be the same again. “Um…thanks for letting me know. I guess I’ll talk to you soon.”

“Yes, I will be in touch. This won’t be easy, Lachlan. You will be asked many probing and embarrassing questions by many people, some of whom won’t be on your side. The unfortunate reality about cases of this nature is that the victims are usually distrusted. I’m not telling you that to discourage you—I know with the support you have, you can handle it. I’m telling you because I know we can win this. Good day, Lachlan.”

“Yeah…bye.” 

Lachlan sucked in a deep breath. It felt good. He had to centre. A moment after that, Reece slipped his hand into his. That calmed Lachlan; his boyfriend’s touch was the medicine he needed.

“Everything okay?”

Lachlan nodded. “I think so.” 

At that moment, Kyle came out from behind one of the numerous partitions Coach Paterson had set up in the changerooms. He’d also placed signs everywhere about the new team policy of only showering while wearing speedos until further notice. No one complained.

Reginald was right—everyone was supportive, and that helped.

Kyle patted Lachlan and Reece on their backs as he came between them, beaming a smile. “Ready to slay ‘em, captain—vice-captain?”

“As ready as we’ll ever be,” Lachlan replied.

Reece cheered, holding up Lachlan’s hand, “Then let’s go get ‘em!”

The team gathered around. Lachlan and Reece patted each one of them on their backs for encouragement. The atmosphere before they went out to the pool to face their opposition was electric.

Lachlan loved it.   

The crowd was massive, the roaring and cheering deafening. Lachlan couldn’t help but get carried away, his adrenalin pumping. 

Coach Paterson called the team over to their designated waiting area. “This is it, fellas. The big event. Do your best and have fun, that’s all I ask of you. Lachlan, would you like to say a few words?”

“Thank, Coach, I would.” Lachlan had a lot to say, but he decided to keep it as brief as he could, knowing everyone wanted to get on with things. “I dedicate this swim to the six other boys who have been affected by Christian. Let’s go, Dolphins!”

The team cheered and more back patting resulted. One boy Lachlan knew as Ethan Cartwright—a gay boy with an older boyfriend named Brett—came up to him and shook his hand. “Glad you’re our captain, Lachie.”

“Thanks, Ethan. That means a lot.”

Ethan smiled, turned, and headed for the marshalling area. His event, the fifty-metre breaststroke, was up first. He’d be racing with Kyle against three other swim schools.

Lachlan knew they’d have it in the bag.

Soon it was Lachlan’s turn to race, the announcer calling the one-hundred metre freestyle event in a monotonal drone through the loudspeaker system, complete with feedback screeches.

“Reece, you ready?”

“I am.”

“Make sure you get in the lane next to mine, okay?”

Reece’s eyebrows rose. “Oh?”

“Yeah, I want something to inspire me as I swim to victory.”

“Gonna get a boner for me, are you?”

“That’s the plan.” Lachlan chuckled to himself as they walked towards the marshalling area together. All of a sudden, he desired Reece. He couldn’t help thinking about how he’d begun to feel like his old self again—enough to consider that sort of thing, anyway. “Besides, it’ll make me swim faster.”

One of the many officials, a sombre looking lady holding a clipboard and a timing clock—races at regionals were also manually timed as well as taken from the touch pads—called them up to the starting blocks.

“Hey, buddy,” one boy from another swim school said to Lachlan. “Glad you’re here.”

Lachlan nodded. “Thanks—and good luck in the race.”

“You, too.”

Lachlan positioned his goggles, flexing and jiggling his arms to limber up for what was about to follow.

The official, with his starting horn raised, announced, “On your marks…”

Two heartbeats later, Lachlan dove into the water, swimming as fast as his muscles, and more importantly, his lungs, were able to let him.

The sight of Reece spurred him on.  

If his boyfriend hadn’t swum adjacent to him, then yes, he could have avoided the inevitable boner and:

A: Pride—because once the race had been swum, he’d get out of the water, grab Reece’s hand, and reveal to everyone watching that he was indeed in love with the only boy who ever mattered. Everyone knew they were together anyway; they hadn’t let go of one another’s hands until they had to swim. His hard-on would be one of love and pride and that suited him just fine.

And B: Contentment—because if by some miracle no one noticed said hard-on stretching the material of his speedos beyond their structural integrity, then Reece would surely notice. And that was all that really mattered.

In under a minute, or 54.06 seconds later—a new personal record for Lachlan—the race was done. But he didn’t win it. Reece did! Over the floating lane ropes they hugged each other as soon as that was confirmed.

“You won, Reece!’ He gasped from his exertion. “You won. I can’t believe it. You were awesome!”

Reece smiled and quipped, “You’re not the only one a boner works for.”

“Oh!”

“Yeah, ‘oh’ all right.” 

Mum’s phone rang during dinner on the following Monday after regionals, belting out the Mission Impossible theme tune. She picked it up straight away, a concerned eyebrow lift accompanying her action.

After a lengthy conversation, his dad using her distraction to scoff down more cake with Lachlan and Reece giggling at his antics, she said, “That was Reginald.”

That name got Lachlan’s attention. “What did he say?”

“To put it into his words, ‘Christian has been deemed a threat to the community and will remain in detention until his trial, which under Victorian law could be up to three years.’ Reginald then said he’ll talk to us later when he knew anything more.”

Lachlan couldn’t believe his ears. “That’s…that’s…” At that moment, when the words sunk in, it seemed as though a massive, suffocating weight had been lifted from him. “That’s…good…news, isn’t it?”

“It is good news!” Reece had jumped up out of his seat, drawing Lachlan into a warm embrace.

Mum chimed in, “Christian will be locked away for a very long time from what Reginald believes.”

“I hope so,” Lachlan said, still holding onto Reece. “Not so much for me, because…well, because he didn’t do what he intended with me. But I’m sure it’ll be a huge relief for the other boys to hear that news. I mean, one boy told me that at one point he wanted to kill himself, Mum. No one believed him or his story. He had nowhere to turn. I can’t even begin to imagine how he felt. I struggled…am still struggling…and I’m so grateful I have all of you. You especially, Reece.”

Reece kissed Lachlan on his cheek. “I don’t need to tell you how I feel because you know, but I will say that I would do anything for you, no matter what. I love you with everything that I am. I always have.”

“I love you so much, too.” Lachlan felt tears of joy welling in his eyes; his desires for Reece almost overwhelming. “Mum—Dad, turn away now if you don’t want to see two boys kissing, because that’s what’s going to happen!”

Mum turned away, but only to start clearing up the dishes; Dad took the opportunity to pinch the last piece of cake. Lachlan brought his arms around Reece.

Their kiss changed Lachlan’s world for the better. No more was it unsure, tentative, or tainted by the demons that had haunted him. For the first time since that fateful night, Lachlan was able to let go enough to enjoy his contact with the boy he loved.

Lachlan’s stomach knotted as their kiss deepened. He believed he was ready for the next step in their relationship. The tightness in his jeans, the giddy feeling, the thoughts of his lust, all evidence of that.

Reece and Lachlan’s tongues touched.

Shivers of delight coursed through him. Correction. Lachlan needed more than a kiss, because he knew with everything he had that Reece would never rush him or expect anything in return for what he did when they were together.

He wasn’t a dirty whore; he was someone who loved a boy who loved him back equally. And that made all the difference.

11

The Kiss That Reshaped the World

That night, the mood between Reece and Lachlan seemed different. Not electric, but full of tension. Not bad tension either. Just different.

Reece couldn’t quantify it, but he knew the kiss between them earlier, after that phone call from Reginald, had made a difference. To him it seemed like Lachlan had let himself be taken away by the moment more than usual. He seemed more comfortable in his own skin.

That was a good thing.

After showering together, brushing their teeth, and changing into their night-time shorts and T-shirts, Reece climbed into bed next to Lachlan. He moved so he could spoon his boyfriend, as he always did. If anything was going to happen between them tonight, he’d let Lachlan be the one in control. If it didn’t happen, Reece would wait. He’d always wait. 

“Reece?”

“Yeah, Lachie.”

“Do you think about sex?”

“No.”

Lachlan squirmed around within Reece’s hold so that they were facing, noses almost touching. “Seriously? You don’t think about sex?”

“No. I think about being with you in an intimate and loving way where we respect each other and do things that we both want and need. That’s what I think about.”

Lachlan smiled, bringing his arms around Reece. “That was a good answer.”

“It’s the truth.”

“I know.” Lachlan kissed him, soft and gentle a few times before he added, “Reece?”

“Yeah, Lachie?”

“I need you to touch me.”

Reece wasn’t surprised, even though that didn’t stop his heart jumping into throat. He’d ached for Lachlan for his whole life. Lachlan had obviously felt the same, because the tension between them—tension that almost broke him many times—had been building up since regionals and since it was known Christian wouldn’t be released any time soon.

Reece wanted to do everything, be all over Lachlan, show him how much he really loved him. His heart thumped harder; the sound of his hormone-soaked blood rushed in his ears. The anticipation was killing him, and he loved it. He ached deliciously for Lachlan and began squirming. Reece wanted him—no, needed him and with everything he had.

But he had to tread carefully. Above all else, he respected Lachlan. With lips trembling from both lust and love, he whispered, “Where did you want me to touch you?”

“Everywhere.”

“Are you sure?” 

Lachlan kissed him again, this time with more intent. Shivers of desire coursed through Reece, right down to his toes. Moments later, his shorts ballooned, revealing his feelings for Lachlan in a physical way.

Lachlan gasped. “I’m sure. I’ve got a boner for you, Reece.”

“I haven’t stopped having one since regionals,” Reece chuckled.

“I’m sorry.”

Reece was taken aback. “What are you sorry for?”

“That I’ve taken so long to…you know. You shouldn’t get blue balls when you’re sleeping with your boyfriend every night. I’m—”

“Don’t you dare finish that sentence.” Reece kissed Lachlan this time, deepening their contact so their tongues touched. More shivers of electricity ran through him. “I said I’d wait for you, and I will.”

“I don’t want you to wait anymore.”

It was then Reece realised something. “We, um…we don’t have any condoms.”

“I love that you said that, but we won’t need them.”

“Oh?”

“I only want you to touch me, remember? Then I’ll touch you.”

“You don’t have to do anything for me or think that you have to.”

“I’m not.”

Reece smiled. There were more kisses. “Did you want to do this with your clothes on?”

Lachlan wriggled his way out of Reece’s hold. “No. I want to feel your skin against mine. I want us to keep touching each other everywhere, our whole bodies, enjoying what we both have. Is that…is that okay?”

“Sounds perfect to me.” Reece knew Lachlan wanted to be appreciated, considered more than someone to use or just have sex with. He was a lot more than what was between his legs, everyone was. And that, he could completely understand. 

Reece, over the course of forever, kissed and touched Lachlan over every inch of his skin once they’d taken their clothing off. Lachlan writhed and groaned under his attention. A few times he startled, especially when Reece touched or kissed him in a sensitive place, like on his nipples.

“You okay?”

Lachlan was breathing hard. “Yeah…I’m okay.”

“Did you want me to go lower, or is that enough?”

“Go lower…but slowly.”

Reece enjoyed kissing, touching, and admiring Lachlan. He really was beautiful in every way. By the time he got to his boyfriend’s dick, hard and throbbing, he stopped. Lachlan groaned again. “Don’t stop.” He reached down with his hand, retracting his foreskin. “I’m desperate for you, Reece. Touch me, make me come—but…but only with your hand. I…I can’t…he kissed me and used his mouth down there…and I...” Reece could feel Lachlan’s muscles tighten, his whole body going rigid.

“It’s okay. I understand.” He took time to make sure Lachlan relaxed, only doing as asked. Eventually, he did. But Reece could tell it took a lot for him to do so.

“Thank you,” he finally managed, letting go of the sheets he’d clenched. 

When Lachlan came, Reece moved back up slowly, paying attention to every inch of his stomach, chest, neck, and lips as he did so. For another age, they kissed. This time with more passion than Reece previously believed possible. His head spun, making him giddy as Lachlan held onto him in equal measure.

When parted, and with Reece’s lips tingling, Lachlan whispered. “My turn.”
“You don’t have to. I can go into the bathroom, if you want.”

“I want to do it for you.”

Reece’s stomach turned delightfully, the anticipation of Lachlan’s touch rising. “Okay.”

Soon, Reece gasped. Lachlan did the same as he’d done moments ago, kissing his way down to Reece’s hardness. “I’m glad you’re cut, Reece.”

“Why’s that?”

“Because it’s not like his, that’s why.”

“Ah.”

Lachlan gripped Reece tight; there was nothing else to do but shudder as he was brought to conclusion by the boy he loved. It was phenomenal. And yes, Reece needed that. Oh, how he needed that.

His orgasm made his eyes roll.

He felt complete.

Panting, Reece said, “That was amazing.”

Lachlan kissed him.

They kissed each other for more breaths that Reece could count, tongues and passion and deep feelings of both respect and love and admiration for one another flavouring their intimate contact. Reece’s insides continued to flip and squirm deliciously. He was glad he’d waited—the feelings between them more intense because of it.

After they’d cleaned up, and with Lachlan in his arms, Reece became emotional. He wiped his eyes. “I can’t think of anyone I’d want to be with other than you. Your kiss two months ago at Mark’s party changed my world. Your kisses now reshape what I thought was truth every single time, and for that I am forever grateful. You’re beautiful and amazing, and I love you.”

“I love you, too.” Lachlan snuggled up so his head was on Reece’s chest, his arm around him. “I can hear your heartbeat. It’s racing.”

“It is.”

“Tomorrow we’ll go buy some condoms together.”

“Only if you’re ready.”

“I am.” Lachlan kissed the bottom of Reece’s chin tenderly, moving up to his lips—he loved it when they were close. “I know that without any doubt now.” 

The End

If You Need Help or Support

If you are a victim of sexual assault—no matter your gender—or believe you have been, you are not alone. In Australia, there is the 1800 RESPECT number to call for National help. There are also state by state services, so check out the au.reachout.com website for more information. They cover a lot of issues, especially those relating to LGBTQ+ ones.

Author’s Note

There are so many people to thank once again. Most of all, I’d like to thank one of my dearest friends, my mentor, and editor extraordinaire, Charlie, for their continued and unfaltering support as I wrestle with my demons.

All my stories feature the use of condoms—especially in this Cute Gay Romance series. Not only does safe sex help prevent the spread of sexually transmitted diseases, using them with the one you want to be intimate with is a sign of both respecting them and respecting yourself. And that’s important, too!

Thank you for reading!

More to come in the “Cute Gay Romance” series with: “That Boy’s the Talk of the Town” coming September 15th, 2019.

Also by Eridani Books

The Arty Tekken Chronicles:

Book One: The Battle of Crystal and Water

Book Two: The Struggle of Flesh and Stone *includes the bonus short story: The Scarab Beetle Key (2020 release)

Book Three: The War of Mind and Matter *includes the bonus short story: Arty and Tobias. (2021 release)

Short Stories/Novellas:

Enough Blue Sky to Mend a Pair of Sailor’s Trousers

Dylan’s Love

Dylan’s Love 2

The Fabulous Adventures of Leif & Lyle (coming November 30th 2019)

About the Author

I write LGBTQ+ stories. As a therapist who helps people with all sorts of conditions, injuries, and disabilities I'm an advocate for those people, especially if they're teens.