Truth's & Lies
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1 through F › Boy Meets Boy
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
5
Views:
5,662
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2
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Chapter 5
For a moment, James remained still, his only movement, to put down his coffee cup. At first, Franklin wasn’t even sure he’d heard him, or maybe he was deliberately ignoring him. After a few seconds he looked up, staring hard at Franklin, making him squirm uncomfortably in his seat, then he laughed… Out loud, a full blown raucous guffaw as if he were genuinely amused, then, just as suddenly as it had started, the laughter stopped. He looked up, their eyes met and Franklin’s gut twisted at the mixture of grief and anger he saw.
The part of him (a rather large part and increasing in size as his hopes of a reconciliation dwindled) that knew he deserved James’ hatred, lowered his gaze and waited for the tirade to begin but James just shook his head slowly, sighing and tutting softly like a disapproving parent to a rebellious child.
“You are a real piece of work Franklin, you know that?” He said softly, the lack of venom, a complete surprise to Franklin, and himself. “ I can’t believe even you would stoop so low. You must really have a low opinion of me if you think I’m stupid enough to fall for that.” In some ways, that idea hurt James even more than all that had gone before. He stood up, ready to leave.
Franklin panicked, knocking the table and spilling mocha over the sides of the cups in his hurry to get to his own feet. He grabbed James wrist tightly, trying to pull him back into the booth.
“No, wait. James please, it’s not like that, I…”
“Let me go.” He growled with a ferocity he’d never before imagined he could possess.
“James please.”
Shaking violently, partly from fear, partly from anger and partly because it was hard not to at least tremble slightly at Franklin’s touch, James spun back, eyes blazing.
“I said let go.” Startled by the tone of James voice and not wishing to upset him further, Franklin released his grip. James immediately snatched his hand back, fingertips kneading at the tender, reddened flesh around his wrist. “Now, let me make myself perfectly clear. I don’t like you. I don’t trust you and I don’t believe a damn thing that comes out of your mouth, not one single word. The only reason I believed any of your bullshit in the first place was because someone else set me up. but my eyes are wide open now and I see you for what you really are. I won’t be lied to again Franklin, not by you, not by anyone.”
He turned again, determined not to allow himself to be stopped this time, nothing Franklin could say would hold him there.
“It’s not a lie.” Scared that this was it, terrified that he would never get another chance to make James believe, Franklin reached out, once again grabbing James’ arm. “I swear James, everything I’ve told you is the truth.” He stumbled from the booth, almost falling over his own feet in his haste. He lurched forward, placing himself between James and his escape route. “I fell in love with you in that house. I don’t know how it happened or why, just that it did and you can deny it all you want but it won‘t change anything. I love you James. I love you. Please, you have to believe me.”
Feeling himself blush under the scrutiny of his friends and the other people in the shop who were all now watching in anticipation of his next move, James found he couldn’t speak. He could barely breathe. He wanted to believe, wished with all his heart that he could, but although he could see no reason for Franklin to lie, he just couldn’t bring himself to. He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, anything, but no words came.
Franklin’s eyes locked with his, searching, hoping, making his blood race and his mouth run dry. His legs shook, he was afraid that if he stayed here for one more second he might fall over. Not knowing what to do, but knowing that he’d had enough of being a public spectacle, James couldn‘t think of anything but getting away from here as quickly as he could. He dropped his gaze and took a step to the side hoping to bypass Franklin and make his escape but Franklin anticipated his move and halted it by mirroring the movement and placing a hand softly on James’s shoulder.
Tears began to well up behind his eyes, they were dangerously close to falling. James hated Franklin for making him feel like this, hated himself for the same reason.
“Please.” He whispered pathetically. “Don’t”
But Franklin wasn’t listening. All he could think was that he had to convince James, that he had to break through the wall he’d built around himself and make him see the truth, and the only way he could think of to do that was to…
Gently, he placed one hand beneath James chin, tilting his face upwards to meet his.
“James.” He breathed softly, even the sound made James shiver. Then he leant in, capturing James mouth with his own and kissing him.
TBC:
The part of him (a rather large part and increasing in size as his hopes of a reconciliation dwindled) that knew he deserved James’ hatred, lowered his gaze and waited for the tirade to begin but James just shook his head slowly, sighing and tutting softly like a disapproving parent to a rebellious child.
“You are a real piece of work Franklin, you know that?” He said softly, the lack of venom, a complete surprise to Franklin, and himself. “ I can’t believe even you would stoop so low. You must really have a low opinion of me if you think I’m stupid enough to fall for that.” In some ways, that idea hurt James even more than all that had gone before. He stood up, ready to leave.
Franklin panicked, knocking the table and spilling mocha over the sides of the cups in his hurry to get to his own feet. He grabbed James wrist tightly, trying to pull him back into the booth.
“No, wait. James please, it’s not like that, I…”
“Let me go.” He growled with a ferocity he’d never before imagined he could possess.
“James please.”
Shaking violently, partly from fear, partly from anger and partly because it was hard not to at least tremble slightly at Franklin’s touch, James spun back, eyes blazing.
“I said let go.” Startled by the tone of James voice and not wishing to upset him further, Franklin released his grip. James immediately snatched his hand back, fingertips kneading at the tender, reddened flesh around his wrist. “Now, let me make myself perfectly clear. I don’t like you. I don’t trust you and I don’t believe a damn thing that comes out of your mouth, not one single word. The only reason I believed any of your bullshit in the first place was because someone else set me up. but my eyes are wide open now and I see you for what you really are. I won’t be lied to again Franklin, not by you, not by anyone.”
He turned again, determined not to allow himself to be stopped this time, nothing Franklin could say would hold him there.
“It’s not a lie.” Scared that this was it, terrified that he would never get another chance to make James believe, Franklin reached out, once again grabbing James’ arm. “I swear James, everything I’ve told you is the truth.” He stumbled from the booth, almost falling over his own feet in his haste. He lurched forward, placing himself between James and his escape route. “I fell in love with you in that house. I don’t know how it happened or why, just that it did and you can deny it all you want but it won‘t change anything. I love you James. I love you. Please, you have to believe me.”
Feeling himself blush under the scrutiny of his friends and the other people in the shop who were all now watching in anticipation of his next move, James found he couldn’t speak. He could barely breathe. He wanted to believe, wished with all his heart that he could, but although he could see no reason for Franklin to lie, he just couldn’t bring himself to. He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, anything, but no words came.
Franklin’s eyes locked with his, searching, hoping, making his blood race and his mouth run dry. His legs shook, he was afraid that if he stayed here for one more second he might fall over. Not knowing what to do, but knowing that he’d had enough of being a public spectacle, James couldn‘t think of anything but getting away from here as quickly as he could. He dropped his gaze and took a step to the side hoping to bypass Franklin and make his escape but Franklin anticipated his move and halted it by mirroring the movement and placing a hand softly on James’s shoulder.
Tears began to well up behind his eyes, they were dangerously close to falling. James hated Franklin for making him feel like this, hated himself for the same reason.
“Please.” He whispered pathetically. “Don’t”
But Franklin wasn’t listening. All he could think was that he had to convince James, that he had to break through the wall he’d built around himself and make him see the truth, and the only way he could think of to do that was to…
Gently, he placed one hand beneath James chin, tilting his face upwards to meet his.
“James.” He breathed softly, even the sound made James shiver. Then he leant in, capturing James mouth with his own and kissing him.
TBC: