Behind the Net: Across the Distance (A Sequel) - Chapter 5
Title: Behind the Net: Across the Distance (A Sequel)
Author: shmorgenheigen
Chapter: Five
Rating: R
Pairing: Pierre/David
Word Count: 3273
Summary: The continuation of the story Behind the Net, picking up right where the original story left off. David and Pierre explore their new relationship while navigating a long distance relationship. While Pierre is in Anchorage in his first year of college and playing college hockey, David is stuck back in Juneau to finish his senior year of high school. When an unlikely person from David’s past shows up and forces their way back into David’s life, things take a turn for the dramatic. Will David and Pierre be able to maintain their love for each other while separated and stave off those pesky feelings of loneliness, jealousy, and depression?
Disclaimer: Don't know, don't own, didn't happen!
Author's Note: When I started to re-write Behind the Net from Pierre’s perspective, I started to think about how much story there would be to tell when Pierre went off to college, leaving David alone in Juneau. I became obsessed with the idea of writing the next chapter in their story and now that it’s finished, I am absolutely in love with how it turned out and the original characters I added into the story! If anyone reads this, leave me a comment and let me know!
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
“I’m ready. I’m gonna tell him,” David whispered to himself in the bathroom mirror, staring into his own nervous eyes. A few days had passed since Pierre had spilled his soul to him, and David was feeling more certain than he ever had before that he was ready to have sex with the other boy. He loved and trusted him in a way he had never loved and trusted anyone else before and after hearing everything Pierre had to say about his feelings for him and now that he truly understood the depth and complexity of the way Pierre had always viewed him, he knew now more than ever that Pierre was the one he wanted to give that last piece of himself to. It had already been on his mind more often the last couple of weeks, and suddenly he couldn’t imagine waiting another day for it. Though he was nervous, he knew he couldn’t keep it to himself any longer. The question was, how was he supposed to tell him?
He imagined himself walking out to the living room and sitting next to Pierre on the couch and just blurting it out. No, that didn’t feel right. He couldn’t just say it out of the blue, and even if he did, what would he say? “I want you to fuck me,” felt way too dirty and not at all romantic. “I want you to make love to me,” made him feel icky for some reason, and there was no way in hell David would be able to get himself to say the word “anal” in any scenario. If he waited until they were making out, would Pierre understand what he meant if he just said, “I’m ready”? He wished he could get the message across somehow without having to use words at all.
Then another thought occurred to him and it gave him pause. Was Pierre ready? There was no doubt in his mind that Pierre would be topping, but was he ready to make that step in their relationship? Was he nervous about doing this with a guy? He knew the older boy had been with his ex-girlfriend so many times he’d probably lost count, but would he feel different about penetrating a guy? Despite all the times David had given Pierre a blowjob, Pierre had never yet tried to reciprocate, something which David didn’t mind as he reminded himself that having a dick in your mouth was a very gay thing to do and Pierre was very new at gay things, in general. The last thing he wanted to do was to force him into anything that would make him uncomfortable.
What David wasn’t aware of, however, was that Pierre was beyond ready to have sex with him. He thought about it almost constantly, even dreamed about it sometimes, but he had never spoken that desire out of fear that David would feel pressured. After the conversation they’d had the other night and hearing the sad way David talked about how much his ex-boyfriend pressured him to do stuff, he was glad that he hadn’t told his boyfriend how much he had been wanting it. He had already decided that he would let David tell him when he was ready. After all, he knew just as well as David did that Pierre would absolutely be topping, so he really felt the decision should be up to David.
The day went fairly normally for the two. They ate breakfast, Pierre washed the dishes, they hung out and listened to music, and watched a little TV. Pierre noticed that David kept looking at him throughout the day, thinking nothing of it at first but beginning to get curious the more the day went on and he continued to catch the other boy stealing furtive glances at him. What made it more bizarre was the way David would look away quickly every time Pierre turned his way. A few times he even thought he saw a blush on the other boy’s cheeks. By the time David was making dinner, Pierre’s curiosity was at its peak. He leaned against the doorway, a look of amused skepticism on his face as he watched the other boy, who seemed to be clumsier than usual.
“What’s going on with you?” he asked quietly but not unkindly. When David looked over at him with wide eyes and red cheeks, Pierre knew for sure something was up and he smiled a little.
“What d’you mean?” David asked quickly, his voice sounding a little higher than usual.
Pierre regarded him skeptically, the smile still on his lips. “You seem… nervous about something,” he responded slowly.
David blushed harder and looked away, shaking his head. “Nothing’s up,” he replied, not sounding convincing in the slightest.
Pierre smiled wider and walked up behind him where he was standing at the stove, wrapping his arms slowly around him from behind and giving him a soft kiss on his neck. “If you say so,” he responded quietly, his lips close to David’s ear.
David blushed, his hands fumbling with the tongs in his hand a little. He heard a soft chuckle in his ear and cursed himself for being so obvious. He hadn’t been able to stop himself from looking at Pierre all day, or feeling nervous and blushing when he was caught staring. Why did he have to be so nervous?
David opened his mouth to say something, though he honestly wasn’t sure what he was going to say, but suddenly the sound of the front door opening caught his attention and a feeling of panic overtook him.
“David! I’m home a little early!” he heard his father’s voice call from the front room. David turned to stare at Pierre with wide eyes, who was staring down at him with just as much shock and fear. His dad coming home early had not been something he had been expecting in the slightest. Suddenly he realized how much evidence there was of Pierre’s presence all over the house, from his things in the bathroom to the way his bed looked disheveled, and even to the fact that Pierre’s laundry was mixed into his own.
“Dad?!” he asked as he walked out of the kitchen and into the front room. He tried to hide the stress on his face as best as he could, giving the man a tight hug to hopefully distract him.
Pierre followed into the room after David, knowing David’s dad would have seen his car in the driveway and would know he was there. “Welcome back,” Pierre said, sounding smooth and unbothered as he stuck his hand out to the man.
If David’s father had been at all suspicious he didn’t let it show, giving Pierre a hearty handshake and smile. “Pierre, always good to see you,” he said, sounding genuine.
“What are you doing back so early?” David asked, doing a far worse job of hiding his true mental state than Pierre had done. David really had no poker face.
“Can’t a man come home to see his son?” he asked, holding his arms out. David laughed a little but gave him a skeptical look. Mr. Desrosiers straightened up and sniffed the air, a smile on his face. “What’s for dinner?” he asked.
“Oh crap!” David exclaimed before turning and running back to the kitchen.
Pierre and Mr. Desrosiers both laughed a little and watched him rush out of the room. Pierre turned to his boyfriend’s father and responded, “Chicken and potatoes.”
“Awesome, what kinda potatoes we talkin’?”
“He’s boiling them so…” Pierre trailed off, honestly not sure what that meant.
Mr. Desrosiers nodded and smiled, replying, “Mashed,” before turning and moving to sit on the couch with an exaggerated dad-groan.
Pierre smiled at him then turned to walk back to the kitchen, finding David frantically throwing another piece of chicken in the pan for his dad, glad that he had just started the process when his dad had come in. David turned to look at Pierre, his cheeks red and his eyes wide. He motioned to him frantically and Pierre furrowed his brow and hustled over to him quickly. “Go hide all your stuff in the bathroom!” he whispered. Pierre nodded and turned to walk away, though he stopped when he felt David’s hand on his elbow. “And go make my room look like we haven’t been doing stuff in there!” Pierre gave another nod and did his best to put a normal look back on his face before he walked back out where David’s father could see him.
He walked into the bathroom and closed and locked the door before rushing to the shower and grabbing his bottle of three-in-one shampoo/conditioner/body wash (something which David teased him about endlessly, insisting he should have three different products), his toothbrush, deodorant, and hair brush and standing at the bathroom door with them. What now? Was he supposed to walk out with a handful of stuff and risk David’s dad seeing him with them? He looked at the bathroom counter and opened the cabinet, shoving his things in the very back and hiding them behind spare bottles of soap and shampoo and whatever else was under there. He would have to have David grab his stuff for him later that night after his dad had already gone to bed. He went to open the door but stopped himself and turned back to the toilet, flushing for effect and washing his hands just to be on the safe side.
Then he snuck quietly down to David’s room and closed the door behind him, working as quickly and as quietly as he could to hide all evidence that he had ever been in there. He straightened out the bedding and began to dig through the laundry basket of clean clothes, feeling grateful that David had just finished washing it the night before and that it wasn’t currently still in the washer or dryer. Once he was sure he had pulled out the last of his clothes he shoved them back into the bag he had brought over with him when he had first come to stay, along with his phone charger, and again he knew he had to hide this item. He couldn’t exactly walk out to the living room with a full duffel bag in his hand. Instead he shoved it under David’s bed, his paranoia causing him to push it much further under than he needed to. Then, as quietly as he could, he snuck back out of David’s room and back down the hall, giving David’s father a smile and a nod when they made eye contact.
He had started to turn into the open door frame that would lead him back toward the kitchen but stopped when he heard Mr. Desrosiers talking to him. “So what have you been up to, Pierre?” the man asked, sounding friendly.
Pierre turned and put on a smile, moving to sit on the couch with him, though he left enough room between them for another person to sit. He was glad he had been prepared for social interactions from the time he was a small boy because he was able to hide the complete nervous wreck he was inside. “Not much,” he replied with a nod. “Just kinda chillin’ until I leave for Anchorage in a couple weeks.”
“Anchorage, huh?” Mr. Desrosiers responded with a slow nod. “What University’s over there?”
“University of Alaska Anchorage,” he responded, glad that the conversation had taken a technical turn. He could easily give factual information without concern.
“You driving there?”
Pierre shook his head. “It’s like a twenty hour drive,” he responded, to which David’s dad’s eyes grew wide and he nodded a few times again. “And you have to go through Canada to get there. It’s way easier to fly, only takes about an hour and a half.”
“Hmm. What about your car?” Mr. Desrosiers asked.
Pierre shrugged and gave a shake of his head. “Not sure yet. I can’t decide if it’d be worth it to have it transported. I guess I’ll see how much I miss it when I’m there or if I can get around without it.”
“Makes sense,” Mr. Desrosiers responded simply, still bobbing his head in a nod.
David stood in the doorway with his mouth open a little, having observed the whole conversation his dad and boyfriend had just had, thinking to himself how dumb and simple men were. He felt they might as well have just grunted and nodded at each other and would have still taken the same meaning from it. Then he watched as his dad turned on the TV and instantly the sound of a sports game filled the room. Very quickly David recognized that it was hockey. Both Pierre and his dad’s eyes became glued to the TV and they began to speak players and stats. David smiled a little and turned back to the kitchen without a word, leaving them to their hockey game, feeling grateful that they were getting along and it didn’t seem awkward.
“You gonna play hockey for Anchorage?” Mr. Desrosiers asked, turning his attention back to Pierre.
Pierre nodded in return. “Yup, gotta keep the grades up though ‘cause I’m on a scholarship,” he responded before turning his attention back to the game.
“Hey, that’s really great!” David’s father said earnestly, putting a hand on Pierre’s shoulder and patting him a few times. Pierre turned to look at him, mild surprise on his features. “Good job, that’s something to be proud of!”
Pierre couldn’t help the way his heart squeezed to have an adult tell him he had done a good job and that he should be proud, something his parents had never once said to him. He nodded, unable to keep his usual cool look on his face, and gave a muttered, “Thanks,” before turning back to the TV.
Perhaps understanding the look on his face, David’s dad gave Pierre’s shoulder a squeeze before dropping his hand back to his side and returning his attention to the game.
Before long David had come back around the corner and told them that dinner was ready and the two got up to move to the table. Conversation was casual and light as they ate and before they knew it the dishes were cleaned and David was walking Pierre out to his car.
“This sucks,” David said sadly, looking down at Pierre’s feet.
“Hey, at least we got all that time together already, right?” Pierre responded, trying to make David feel better. David gave a sad whine and stepped forward, wrapping his arms around Pierre’s middle and hiding his face in his chest. Pierre chucked softly and wrapped his arms around the smaller boy, holding him tight and closing his eyes. “I’m gonna miss you tonight,” he whispered.
“I’m gonna miss you every night,” David responded quietly. He pulled back a little and looked up at Pierre, trying to sound hopeful as he added, “Maybe he won’t stay long.”
Pierre gave a crooked smile in return. “Maybe,” he offered simply, before leaning down and kissing David softly.
After several minutes they parted, Pierre heading back to his house for the first time in over a month and wondering vaguely to himself if his parents would say anything to him at all about how long he had been gone, even wondering briefly if they would have changed the locks on him or would tell him he couldn’t stay. As he knew was most likely to happen, however, there was no greeting or confrontation when he walked back in the door, and his room was exactly as he had left it. He looked around at his room, realizing he would need to start packing up the things he would be taking with him. He told himself he’d get some boxes the next day and start to work on it, but for that night he simply allowed himself to relax, his mind going over everything he and David had experienced over the last month together, his curiosity from earlier that night over David’s odd, nervous behavior wiped from his mind.
When David finally found a good time to escape to his room, he walked forward and flopped himself facedown on his bed, groaning dramatically to himself as his frustration got the better of him. “I was ready,” he whined into his pillow. His phone made a noise in his pocket and with a sigh David rolled onto his back and checked the notification, seeing several texts from Pierre.
I hid all my bathroom stuff in the back of the bathroom cabinet
I figured I shouldn’t come out with an armful of stuff
with your dad sitting right there lol
I also got all my clothes and my charger and threw
them in my bag which is under your bed
You’ll have to sneak them out to me at some point
Hopefully my phone doesn’t die tonight. If it does I
guess I’ll just stop by sometime tomorrow
David smiled and sighed again, feeling disappointed at the way the night had ended. He sent a few texts back, wishing the other boy was there to hold him.
Good thinking. I’ll sneak the bag in my car tonight after dad
goes to bed.
Why don’t we meet somewhere tomorrow for lunch?
It’s kind of weird hanging out here with my dad here.
Almost immediately Pierre was texting him back, and suddenly David felt connected to him, knowing that Pierre was looking at his phone at the same time as he was.
Sounds like a plan
Pizza? Noon?
David laughed a little at the response. Pizza, without question, simply had to be Pierre’s favorite food. The frequency with which he ate it was unmatched.
Sounds good to me
Soon Pierre’s next response came.
Wanna come over after and help me pack my room?
David’s eyes widened a little and he blushed at the thought of going back to Pierre’s parents’ house after everything that had happened.
Your parents won’t mind me being there?
Pierre’s response came immediately again.
Fuck em.
David laughed at this response, but was glad when Pierre followed up.
But no they’ll be out. Annual event at the country club, they
never miss it
David sighed with relief and sent a response.
It’s a date :)
When Pierre’s next response came, David read it with a laugh.
You gonna wear something sexy, then? ;)
He thought for a second about what he was going to say before sending a simple:
Good night, Pierre :)
I love you
Have good dreams about me
He watched his phone for a response and didn’t have to wait long for it.
I always do <3
I love you too
Good night
With a dreamy sigh he put his phone down on his nightstand and looked up at his ceiling. Then disappointment overwhelmed him again at the fact that his father had chosen the absolute worst time to come home and he rolled back over, hiding his face in his pillow again and giving a long, dramatic, “Uuuuugh!” Why did life have to be so damn unfair?
Author: shmorgenheigen
Chapter: Five
Rating: R
Pairing: Pierre/David
Word Count: 3273
Summary: The continuation of the story Behind the Net, picking up right where the original story left off. David and Pierre explore their new relationship while navigating a long distance relationship. While Pierre is in Anchorage in his first year of college and playing college hockey, David is stuck back in Juneau to finish his senior year of high school. When an unlikely person from David’s past shows up and forces their way back into David’s life, things take a turn for the dramatic. Will David and Pierre be able to maintain their love for each other while separated and stave off those pesky feelings of loneliness, jealousy, and depression?
Disclaimer: Don't know, don't own, didn't happen!
Author's Note: When I started to re-write Behind the Net from Pierre’s perspective, I started to think about how much story there would be to tell when Pierre went off to college, leaving David alone in Juneau. I became obsessed with the idea of writing the next chapter in their story and now that it’s finished, I am absolutely in love with how it turned out and the original characters I added into the story! If anyone reads this, leave me a comment and let me know!
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
“I’m ready. I’m gonna tell him,” David whispered to himself in the bathroom mirror, staring into his own nervous eyes. A few days had passed since Pierre had spilled his soul to him, and David was feeling more certain than he ever had before that he was ready to have sex with the other boy. He loved and trusted him in a way he had never loved and trusted anyone else before and after hearing everything Pierre had to say about his feelings for him and now that he truly understood the depth and complexity of the way Pierre had always viewed him, he knew now more than ever that Pierre was the one he wanted to give that last piece of himself to. It had already been on his mind more often the last couple of weeks, and suddenly he couldn’t imagine waiting another day for it. Though he was nervous, he knew he couldn’t keep it to himself any longer. The question was, how was he supposed to tell him?
He imagined himself walking out to the living room and sitting next to Pierre on the couch and just blurting it out. No, that didn’t feel right. He couldn’t just say it out of the blue, and even if he did, what would he say? “I want you to fuck me,” felt way too dirty and not at all romantic. “I want you to make love to me,” made him feel icky for some reason, and there was no way in hell David would be able to get himself to say the word “anal” in any scenario. If he waited until they were making out, would Pierre understand what he meant if he just said, “I’m ready”? He wished he could get the message across somehow without having to use words at all.
Then another thought occurred to him and it gave him pause. Was Pierre ready? There was no doubt in his mind that Pierre would be topping, but was he ready to make that step in their relationship? Was he nervous about doing this with a guy? He knew the older boy had been with his ex-girlfriend so many times he’d probably lost count, but would he feel different about penetrating a guy? Despite all the times David had given Pierre a blowjob, Pierre had never yet tried to reciprocate, something which David didn’t mind as he reminded himself that having a dick in your mouth was a very gay thing to do and Pierre was very new at gay things, in general. The last thing he wanted to do was to force him into anything that would make him uncomfortable.
What David wasn’t aware of, however, was that Pierre was beyond ready to have sex with him. He thought about it almost constantly, even dreamed about it sometimes, but he had never spoken that desire out of fear that David would feel pressured. After the conversation they’d had the other night and hearing the sad way David talked about how much his ex-boyfriend pressured him to do stuff, he was glad that he hadn’t told his boyfriend how much he had been wanting it. He had already decided that he would let David tell him when he was ready. After all, he knew just as well as David did that Pierre would absolutely be topping, so he really felt the decision should be up to David.
The day went fairly normally for the two. They ate breakfast, Pierre washed the dishes, they hung out and listened to music, and watched a little TV. Pierre noticed that David kept looking at him throughout the day, thinking nothing of it at first but beginning to get curious the more the day went on and he continued to catch the other boy stealing furtive glances at him. What made it more bizarre was the way David would look away quickly every time Pierre turned his way. A few times he even thought he saw a blush on the other boy’s cheeks. By the time David was making dinner, Pierre’s curiosity was at its peak. He leaned against the doorway, a look of amused skepticism on his face as he watched the other boy, who seemed to be clumsier than usual.
“What’s going on with you?” he asked quietly but not unkindly. When David looked over at him with wide eyes and red cheeks, Pierre knew for sure something was up and he smiled a little.
“What d’you mean?” David asked quickly, his voice sounding a little higher than usual.
Pierre regarded him skeptically, the smile still on his lips. “You seem… nervous about something,” he responded slowly.
David blushed harder and looked away, shaking his head. “Nothing’s up,” he replied, not sounding convincing in the slightest.
Pierre smiled wider and walked up behind him where he was standing at the stove, wrapping his arms slowly around him from behind and giving him a soft kiss on his neck. “If you say so,” he responded quietly, his lips close to David’s ear.
David blushed, his hands fumbling with the tongs in his hand a little. He heard a soft chuckle in his ear and cursed himself for being so obvious. He hadn’t been able to stop himself from looking at Pierre all day, or feeling nervous and blushing when he was caught staring. Why did he have to be so nervous?
David opened his mouth to say something, though he honestly wasn’t sure what he was going to say, but suddenly the sound of the front door opening caught his attention and a feeling of panic overtook him.
“David! I’m home a little early!” he heard his father’s voice call from the front room. David turned to stare at Pierre with wide eyes, who was staring down at him with just as much shock and fear. His dad coming home early had not been something he had been expecting in the slightest. Suddenly he realized how much evidence there was of Pierre’s presence all over the house, from his things in the bathroom to the way his bed looked disheveled, and even to the fact that Pierre’s laundry was mixed into his own.
“Dad?!” he asked as he walked out of the kitchen and into the front room. He tried to hide the stress on his face as best as he could, giving the man a tight hug to hopefully distract him.
Pierre followed into the room after David, knowing David’s dad would have seen his car in the driveway and would know he was there. “Welcome back,” Pierre said, sounding smooth and unbothered as he stuck his hand out to the man.
If David’s father had been at all suspicious he didn’t let it show, giving Pierre a hearty handshake and smile. “Pierre, always good to see you,” he said, sounding genuine.
“What are you doing back so early?” David asked, doing a far worse job of hiding his true mental state than Pierre had done. David really had no poker face.
“Can’t a man come home to see his son?” he asked, holding his arms out. David laughed a little but gave him a skeptical look. Mr. Desrosiers straightened up and sniffed the air, a smile on his face. “What’s for dinner?” he asked.
“Oh crap!” David exclaimed before turning and running back to the kitchen.
Pierre and Mr. Desrosiers both laughed a little and watched him rush out of the room. Pierre turned to his boyfriend’s father and responded, “Chicken and potatoes.”
“Awesome, what kinda potatoes we talkin’?”
“He’s boiling them so…” Pierre trailed off, honestly not sure what that meant.
Mr. Desrosiers nodded and smiled, replying, “Mashed,” before turning and moving to sit on the couch with an exaggerated dad-groan.
Pierre smiled at him then turned to walk back to the kitchen, finding David frantically throwing another piece of chicken in the pan for his dad, glad that he had just started the process when his dad had come in. David turned to look at Pierre, his cheeks red and his eyes wide. He motioned to him frantically and Pierre furrowed his brow and hustled over to him quickly. “Go hide all your stuff in the bathroom!” he whispered. Pierre nodded and turned to walk away, though he stopped when he felt David’s hand on his elbow. “And go make my room look like we haven’t been doing stuff in there!” Pierre gave another nod and did his best to put a normal look back on his face before he walked back out where David’s father could see him.
He walked into the bathroom and closed and locked the door before rushing to the shower and grabbing his bottle of three-in-one shampoo/conditioner/body wash (something which David teased him about endlessly, insisting he should have three different products), his toothbrush, deodorant, and hair brush and standing at the bathroom door with them. What now? Was he supposed to walk out with a handful of stuff and risk David’s dad seeing him with them? He looked at the bathroom counter and opened the cabinet, shoving his things in the very back and hiding them behind spare bottles of soap and shampoo and whatever else was under there. He would have to have David grab his stuff for him later that night after his dad had already gone to bed. He went to open the door but stopped himself and turned back to the toilet, flushing for effect and washing his hands just to be on the safe side.
Then he snuck quietly down to David’s room and closed the door behind him, working as quickly and as quietly as he could to hide all evidence that he had ever been in there. He straightened out the bedding and began to dig through the laundry basket of clean clothes, feeling grateful that David had just finished washing it the night before and that it wasn’t currently still in the washer or dryer. Once he was sure he had pulled out the last of his clothes he shoved them back into the bag he had brought over with him when he had first come to stay, along with his phone charger, and again he knew he had to hide this item. He couldn’t exactly walk out to the living room with a full duffel bag in his hand. Instead he shoved it under David’s bed, his paranoia causing him to push it much further under than he needed to. Then, as quietly as he could, he snuck back out of David’s room and back down the hall, giving David’s father a smile and a nod when they made eye contact.
He had started to turn into the open door frame that would lead him back toward the kitchen but stopped when he heard Mr. Desrosiers talking to him. “So what have you been up to, Pierre?” the man asked, sounding friendly.
Pierre turned and put on a smile, moving to sit on the couch with him, though he left enough room between them for another person to sit. He was glad he had been prepared for social interactions from the time he was a small boy because he was able to hide the complete nervous wreck he was inside. “Not much,” he replied with a nod. “Just kinda chillin’ until I leave for Anchorage in a couple weeks.”
“Anchorage, huh?” Mr. Desrosiers responded with a slow nod. “What University’s over there?”
“University of Alaska Anchorage,” he responded, glad that the conversation had taken a technical turn. He could easily give factual information without concern.
“You driving there?”
Pierre shook his head. “It’s like a twenty hour drive,” he responded, to which David’s dad’s eyes grew wide and he nodded a few times again. “And you have to go through Canada to get there. It’s way easier to fly, only takes about an hour and a half.”
“Hmm. What about your car?” Mr. Desrosiers asked.
Pierre shrugged and gave a shake of his head. “Not sure yet. I can’t decide if it’d be worth it to have it transported. I guess I’ll see how much I miss it when I’m there or if I can get around without it.”
“Makes sense,” Mr. Desrosiers responded simply, still bobbing his head in a nod.
David stood in the doorway with his mouth open a little, having observed the whole conversation his dad and boyfriend had just had, thinking to himself how dumb and simple men were. He felt they might as well have just grunted and nodded at each other and would have still taken the same meaning from it. Then he watched as his dad turned on the TV and instantly the sound of a sports game filled the room. Very quickly David recognized that it was hockey. Both Pierre and his dad’s eyes became glued to the TV and they began to speak players and stats. David smiled a little and turned back to the kitchen without a word, leaving them to their hockey game, feeling grateful that they were getting along and it didn’t seem awkward.
“You gonna play hockey for Anchorage?” Mr. Desrosiers asked, turning his attention back to Pierre.
Pierre nodded in return. “Yup, gotta keep the grades up though ‘cause I’m on a scholarship,” he responded before turning his attention back to the game.
“Hey, that’s really great!” David’s father said earnestly, putting a hand on Pierre’s shoulder and patting him a few times. Pierre turned to look at him, mild surprise on his features. “Good job, that’s something to be proud of!”
Pierre couldn’t help the way his heart squeezed to have an adult tell him he had done a good job and that he should be proud, something his parents had never once said to him. He nodded, unable to keep his usual cool look on his face, and gave a muttered, “Thanks,” before turning back to the TV.
Perhaps understanding the look on his face, David’s dad gave Pierre’s shoulder a squeeze before dropping his hand back to his side and returning his attention to the game.
Before long David had come back around the corner and told them that dinner was ready and the two got up to move to the table. Conversation was casual and light as they ate and before they knew it the dishes were cleaned and David was walking Pierre out to his car.
“This sucks,” David said sadly, looking down at Pierre’s feet.
“Hey, at least we got all that time together already, right?” Pierre responded, trying to make David feel better. David gave a sad whine and stepped forward, wrapping his arms around Pierre’s middle and hiding his face in his chest. Pierre chucked softly and wrapped his arms around the smaller boy, holding him tight and closing his eyes. “I’m gonna miss you tonight,” he whispered.
“I’m gonna miss you every night,” David responded quietly. He pulled back a little and looked up at Pierre, trying to sound hopeful as he added, “Maybe he won’t stay long.”
Pierre gave a crooked smile in return. “Maybe,” he offered simply, before leaning down and kissing David softly.
After several minutes they parted, Pierre heading back to his house for the first time in over a month and wondering vaguely to himself if his parents would say anything to him at all about how long he had been gone, even wondering briefly if they would have changed the locks on him or would tell him he couldn’t stay. As he knew was most likely to happen, however, there was no greeting or confrontation when he walked back in the door, and his room was exactly as he had left it. He looked around at his room, realizing he would need to start packing up the things he would be taking with him. He told himself he’d get some boxes the next day and start to work on it, but for that night he simply allowed himself to relax, his mind going over everything he and David had experienced over the last month together, his curiosity from earlier that night over David’s odd, nervous behavior wiped from his mind.
When David finally found a good time to escape to his room, he walked forward and flopped himself facedown on his bed, groaning dramatically to himself as his frustration got the better of him. “I was ready,” he whined into his pillow. His phone made a noise in his pocket and with a sigh David rolled onto his back and checked the notification, seeing several texts from Pierre.
I hid all my bathroom stuff in the back of the bathroom cabinet
I figured I shouldn’t come out with an armful of stuff
with your dad sitting right there lol
I also got all my clothes and my charger and threw
them in my bag which is under your bed
You’ll have to sneak them out to me at some point
Hopefully my phone doesn’t die tonight. If it does I
guess I’ll just stop by sometime tomorrow
David smiled and sighed again, feeling disappointed at the way the night had ended. He sent a few texts back, wishing the other boy was there to hold him.
Good thinking. I’ll sneak the bag in my car tonight after dad
goes to bed.
Why don’t we meet somewhere tomorrow for lunch?
It’s kind of weird hanging out here with my dad here.
Almost immediately Pierre was texting him back, and suddenly David felt connected to him, knowing that Pierre was looking at his phone at the same time as he was.
Sounds like a plan
Pizza? Noon?
David laughed a little at the response. Pizza, without question, simply had to be Pierre’s favorite food. The frequency with which he ate it was unmatched.
Sounds good to me
Soon Pierre’s next response came.
Wanna come over after and help me pack my room?
David’s eyes widened a little and he blushed at the thought of going back to Pierre’s parents’ house after everything that had happened.
Your parents won’t mind me being there?
Pierre’s response came immediately again.
Fuck em.
David laughed at this response, but was glad when Pierre followed up.
But no they’ll be out. Annual event at the country club, they
never miss it
David sighed with relief and sent a response.
It’s a date :)
When Pierre’s next response came, David read it with a laugh.
You gonna wear something sexy, then? ;)
He thought for a second about what he was going to say before sending a simple:
Good night, Pierre :)
I love you
Have good dreams about me
He watched his phone for a response and didn’t have to wait long for it.
I always do <3
I love you too
Good night
With a dreamy sigh he put his phone down on his nightstand and looked up at his ceiling. Then disappointment overwhelmed him again at the fact that his father had chosen the absolute worst time to come home and he rolled back over, hiding his face in his pillow again and giving a long, dramatic, “Uuuuugh!” Why did life have to be so damn unfair?