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1 through F › Boy Meets Boy
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
5
Views:
5,659
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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I do not own Boy Meets Boy, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 3
James was sure he imagined the way Franklins face lit up, the way his eyes glittered and sparkled when he saw him. Franklin’s guilty conscience was what brought him here, not any real desire to see James again, though God knows, James had lay awake many nights just wishing that were so, just so he could look the other man in the eye and laugh as he told him he didn’t want him anymore, that he never really had. It would be fun to have Franklin beg his forgiveness, beg to rekindle the friendship that had been slowly developing between them then throw it back in his face he told himself. He’d never actually imagined that his fantasy, borne of anger and hurt, would ever actually come to be.
“James.” His name on Franklin’s lips sounded almost reverent but James dismissed that as another part of the fantasy. “James, Oh God!” Franklin jumped to his feet and flung his arms around James’s shoulders, crushing himself against him in a fierce hug. “It’s so good to see you again.”
The feeling wasn’t mutual. James had known of course that seeing the other man would bring back memories he rather wished would stay buried, that seeing the other man would hurt, but he hadn’t been prepared for the intensity of his pain. He’d assumed that time would have dulled it, at least a little but it hadn’t. It still felt like it had all happened just that morning.
He stood, stone still, desperately trying to will away the urge to hug Franklin back. He’d encouraged him once and look where it had gotten him. He wasn’t going to do it again. No. Cold and emotionless, as unresponsive as a person could be without being a corpse, that was the way to play this. His blood wasn’t really thundering through his veins, his heart wasn’t really beating so hard that it might explode, there wasn’t really a moan resting in the back of his throat just waiting for an opportunity to escape. No, his body wasn’t reacting to Franklin at all.
Eventually, Franklin broke the hug and pulled back, eyes roaming over every single inch of James’s body, from head to toe.
“Wow. You look great.” He said softly. “Amazing. I…” He trailed off, sensing James coolness and not sure how he should continue. He didn’t want to do anything that might make James leave him again. At least, not before he’d had a chance to say what he’s come to say. “Thank you, for seeing me.”
“You didn’t really give me much choice did you.” He said, referring to the phone calls and the camping out in his lobby. “Some people might call this stalking you know.”
Franklin blushed. He was so beautiful when he blushed, James thought, then berated himself for it. //What happened to cold and emotionless?//
“I know.” He dipped his head, letting his dark curls cover his face again. Oh how James ached to reach up and run his fingers through those curls. “I’m sorry, I just couldn’t take the chance that you wouldn’t show up.” James frowned. Franklin had read his mind it seemed. What else did he know? “You wouldn’t have, would you, if I’d asked you to meet me somewhere else?”
“No. I wouldn’t have.” Now it was James turn to feel guilty. He didn’t like the hurt look on Franklin’s face at his confession, didn’t like that he was the one responsible. He had to remind himself that Franklin had done worse to him and so deserved whatever hurt James could dish out.
“I guess I can’t blame you. I probably wouldn’t have either if it was the other way round.”
“But it’s not the other way round is it.” He didn’t need to add that he never could have lied to someone the way Franklin had lied to him. Franklin already knew. “Why did you come here Franklin? What do you want?”
“Just to talk, like I said. To tell you the truth, face to face. No hidden agendas this time.”
For a moment James remained silent, then…
“I don’t think there’s anything you could say that I’d want to hear.” He said, sounding far colder than he felt. He turned on his heels, ready to leave but Franklin stumbled forward in a panic, grabbing him by the arm and spinning him round so they were face to face.
“Please. Please don’t leave. I know this is hard for you. It’s hard for me too. I nearly gave up because I thought you’d never agree even to this but…” He paused, searching for a way to convey his determination. “This is important, for both of us. Please James, you made it this far, don’t turn back now. Hear me out, and if after I’m done you still don’t want to believe me I swear I’ll leave you alone.”
James was torn. He had missed Franklin so much, wanted to be near him despite everything but he was sure that all Franklin could tell him was another lie and he was afraid, not of the lie itself, but that he was so desperate he might just believe it. He knew he was close to making a fool of himself all over again. If he allowed Franklin to talk it was only going to make matters worse, but he wasn’t sure he could walk away again and Franklin had promised to leave him alone if he just listened and…
“Okay.” He heard himself say. “Okay, I’ll hear you out, but I’m not making any promises.”
TBC:
“James.” His name on Franklin’s lips sounded almost reverent but James dismissed that as another part of the fantasy. “James, Oh God!” Franklin jumped to his feet and flung his arms around James’s shoulders, crushing himself against him in a fierce hug. “It’s so good to see you again.”
The feeling wasn’t mutual. James had known of course that seeing the other man would bring back memories he rather wished would stay buried, that seeing the other man would hurt, but he hadn’t been prepared for the intensity of his pain. He’d assumed that time would have dulled it, at least a little but it hadn’t. It still felt like it had all happened just that morning.
He stood, stone still, desperately trying to will away the urge to hug Franklin back. He’d encouraged him once and look where it had gotten him. He wasn’t going to do it again. No. Cold and emotionless, as unresponsive as a person could be without being a corpse, that was the way to play this. His blood wasn’t really thundering through his veins, his heart wasn’t really beating so hard that it might explode, there wasn’t really a moan resting in the back of his throat just waiting for an opportunity to escape. No, his body wasn’t reacting to Franklin at all.
Eventually, Franklin broke the hug and pulled back, eyes roaming over every single inch of James’s body, from head to toe.
“Wow. You look great.” He said softly. “Amazing. I…” He trailed off, sensing James coolness and not sure how he should continue. He didn’t want to do anything that might make James leave him again. At least, not before he’d had a chance to say what he’s come to say. “Thank you, for seeing me.”
“You didn’t really give me much choice did you.” He said, referring to the phone calls and the camping out in his lobby. “Some people might call this stalking you know.”
Franklin blushed. He was so beautiful when he blushed, James thought, then berated himself for it. //What happened to cold and emotionless?//
“I know.” He dipped his head, letting his dark curls cover his face again. Oh how James ached to reach up and run his fingers through those curls. “I’m sorry, I just couldn’t take the chance that you wouldn’t show up.” James frowned. Franklin had read his mind it seemed. What else did he know? “You wouldn’t have, would you, if I’d asked you to meet me somewhere else?”
“No. I wouldn’t have.” Now it was James turn to feel guilty. He didn’t like the hurt look on Franklin’s face at his confession, didn’t like that he was the one responsible. He had to remind himself that Franklin had done worse to him and so deserved whatever hurt James could dish out.
“I guess I can’t blame you. I probably wouldn’t have either if it was the other way round.”
“But it’s not the other way round is it.” He didn’t need to add that he never could have lied to someone the way Franklin had lied to him. Franklin already knew. “Why did you come here Franklin? What do you want?”
“Just to talk, like I said. To tell you the truth, face to face. No hidden agendas this time.”
For a moment James remained silent, then…
“I don’t think there’s anything you could say that I’d want to hear.” He said, sounding far colder than he felt. He turned on his heels, ready to leave but Franklin stumbled forward in a panic, grabbing him by the arm and spinning him round so they were face to face.
“Please. Please don’t leave. I know this is hard for you. It’s hard for me too. I nearly gave up because I thought you’d never agree even to this but…” He paused, searching for a way to convey his determination. “This is important, for both of us. Please James, you made it this far, don’t turn back now. Hear me out, and if after I’m done you still don’t want to believe me I swear I’ll leave you alone.”
James was torn. He had missed Franklin so much, wanted to be near him despite everything but he was sure that all Franklin could tell him was another lie and he was afraid, not of the lie itself, but that he was so desperate he might just believe it. He knew he was close to making a fool of himself all over again. If he allowed Franklin to talk it was only going to make matters worse, but he wasn’t sure he could walk away again and Franklin had promised to leave him alone if he just listened and…
“Okay.” He heard himself say. “Okay, I’ll hear you out, but I’m not making any promises.”
TBC: