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wl_fanfictionI am gonna post up two chapters today because I have slacked on here with posting them! =P So yeah, ouble whammy peoples!!!! =D
Title - You Forget Your Place (3&4/?)
Author - Beccie
Pairings - Mainly Greg/Josie, Josie/Ryan & Chip/Jeff (will also be minor Brad/Josie, Caroline/Paul, Chip/OFC & maybe very minor Caroline/Sandi for a bit of fun...=P)
Rating - Starts as an R but will probs turn into NC-17 for swearing, sexuality, character death and adult themes (all that fun stuff!)
Summary - 16th century Britain. Theatre is a man's world. So in enters a woman from the slums whose aim is to change everything...
Note: Based on research for my drama exam notes. This should be fun!
It was the day of the audition and tensions were high. Greg was sat at one end of the room at a desk, quill and parchment before him as he surveyed the actors before him. So far, he had been less than impressed with the applicants efforts. One man started to sing opera like kitten on helium, not aware that only straight plays were performed on this side of London. Another started a dramatic monologue on the importance of gunpowder...he was quickly removed from the room. The best so far had been a 14 year old boy who had the acting voice of a 30 year old. Shame he was about 2ft tall. Greg sighed as he dropped his quill to the desk. This was starting to seem hopeless. One of the veteran members of the troupe, Chip, entered the room and took note of his boss’s distressed aura.
“Ready for the next one sir?” Greg just shrugged his shoulders and picked up his pen again, Chip stepped closer to the desk, looking Greg in the face. “Sir, excuse me for being inquisitive but may I ask the reasoning of your distress?” Greg looked up at Chip and Chip flinched back immediately, feeling like what he had said was very wrong indeed. However, Greg’s face softened and Chip relaxed. “Oh Chip. This is hopeless my friend. Every act so far has been too big, too small or too shit.” Greg slumped his head on the table and Chip stepped behind him and placed a hand on his back. “Have faith sir. Their are still a few more to go.” Greg lifted his head from the desk and nodded. “Just send the next one in Chip. Lets get this hell over with.” Chip nodded and walked towards the door as Greg picked up his quill and wrote down a few notes.
“These tights are riding so far up my arse...” Josie shifted and readjusted as Sandi stood next to her, dressed in a long pink dress. The night before, Paul had sifted through his whole wardrobe and come up with an outfit baggy enough to not make her more prominent features noticeable, but not so baggy that they gave the game away. So, here she was dressed in a pair of cream tights and green slacks, a ruffled white shirt and a green jacket, topped off with a green plume hat. Sandi had agreed to come along as her ‘wife’ just in case they asked questions. Sandi laughed at her friend’s obvious discomfort.
“You sound like a man already...” Josie stood up straight and looked Sandi in the eye. “Are you sure I look manly enough?” Sandi couldn’t believe she would have to answer this question for her friend. She stood back and looked Josie up and down before smiling. “Josie...I mean Joseph. You look more like a man than Paul so that’s something. Now, use the Josie.” Josie giggled and then coughed before speaking. “Is this a dagger I see before me.” Her voice was considerably lower and more manly. Sandi had to hold back a giggle but soon paled. Josie noticed this. “Sandi? What’s wrong?” Sandi nodded behind Josie and Josie turned to see the cause of Sandi’s discomfort. Ryan was at the other end of the hall, parchment in hand. He was obviously here to keep an eye on proceedings. Josie felt her stomach twist but then heard a call that literally made her want to vomit.
“Joseph Law? Do we have a Joseph Law?” Josie turned to see a man about her height calling out her stage name from a piece of parchment. Josie took a deep breath and took Sandi’s arm before making her way to the man. She felt her nerve start to give. What if he saw through her? Ryan was here and he would not be happy if he knew her plan. But feeling her best friend next to her filled her with a bit more confidence and she soon reached the doors. No turning back now.
“Joseph Law?” Chip asked the man stood before him with a lady attached to his arm. ‘Joseph’ nodded as Chip gave him the once over. He felt like something was up but he couldn’t quite tell what it was. Then he saw Sandi. “Sorry Miss Toksvig. No women in the chamber.” Sandi nodded and stepped away. “Well, I suppose I have to wait here. Good luck Joseph.” With that, Sandi grabbed Josie’s cheeks and pulled her down for a kiss on the lips. Josie jumped as this happened. It wasn’t the first time but it took her by surprise and she couldn’t help but blush. When Sandi let her go, Josie straightened herself up and then followed Chip’s lead into the room, trying to keep herself calm. She had to be a boy now.
Chip led this weird man into the chamber and then called out to Greg who seemed to be deep in thought writing notes. “Mr Proops. This is Joseph Law.” Greg just nodded without looking up and Chip left the room. Josie stood there and stared at her feet. She had been building up to this point for her whole life and now she was screwing it up completely; not that Greg was paying ‘him’ much mind. Just then, he looked up and his eyes widened. Josie felt her world crash around her. She thought he could see through her like a window pane. But then he spoke. “Mr Law...what will you be performing for me?” Josie shifted from foot to foot, trying to straighten herself out and made sure she kept her voice deep. “I will...Sonnet 130 sir.” Greg nodded and waved his hand for ‘him’ to start. Josie took a deep breath and let the performance take over.
“My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips' red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damask'd, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks...”
As Josie recited this modern poem, she tried to place as much emphasis on the delivery as possible. She walked around the stage and pretended there were other men there. She swaggered with a confidence that a lot of her clients possessed. Greg watched ‘his’ every move mesmerised. There was something about this man that drew Greg in. Something that was...attractive? But Greg wasn’t a homosexual. After the rumours about William Shakespeare, Greg was determined not to become one of those ‘types’. But this man, there was something about him...
Josie finished her recital and took a deep breath. She looked over to where Greg was sat with his mouth open. Had she really been that bad? Hanging her head in shame, she turned towards the door. Greg quickly stopped her. “Joseph? Where are you going? That was...amazing.” Greg tried to hide the shake in his voice as he spoke. Josie stood in her spot completely shocked. She looked towards Greg and saw properly into his eyes. There was something there...she felt an instant bond with this man like nothing she had felt for any of her clients. They stared at each other for a moment in awe of each other. They just looked into each others eyes and found something...warm and familiar in there. Something powerful. But then there moment was ruined by a slamming door.
“Sorry to interrupt Mr Proops. I just want to see how the audition was going.” Greg sat back in his seat and smiled towards ‘Joseph’. “Very well indeed Mr Stiles. I believe we have our new player. Welcome to the team Mr Law.” Josie couldn’t believe it. She wanted to scream. She wanted to run over and hug Greg. Then she remembered, she was a man now. Instead, she kept composed. “Thank you Mr Proops. I will look forward to working with you.” Greg’s smile grew. “The pleasure will be all mine Mr Law.” Throughout this whole exchange, Ryan eyed the new man, Joseph. Something seemed...familiar about him. He just could place his finger on it. But he would find out eventually. He was sure of that.
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Jeff sat, long legs propped up on a wooden platform as he read through his script. For a 17 year old boy, he was surprisingly literate. He could read, write and speak with clarity and intelligence. He could deliver lines with the grace of a man twice his age and fit any character he was given. Plus, he was quite the pin-up in theatre circles. Women adored his raven coloured tousled hair and boyish good looks. Jeff was pretty much perfect...but he had a problem. He was in love. In love with someone he shouldn’t be in love with. He couldn’t help how he felt. In fact, some days he wished his feelings didn’t exist...but they did and they made his life painful.
Being the most graceful and ‘girly’ of the troupe, Jeff was often cast as the woman in the plays they performed. He was sure that this was the reason he felt the way he did. The role of woman often involved being in love with a man at some point in the play. And who better to play a dashing love interest than the older, beautiful Chip? With that perfectly chiselled face, shapely body and stage presence...he really owned the stage when he performed. Jeff knew this. He had watched Chip with awe for the entire year that he had been with the troupe. At first he thought it was just admiration. Like a son would look up to his father. However, as time progressed and they got more roles opposite each other, Jeff’s feelings turned more into something that resembled...lust? But he was just boy and meant to be unaware of these things. Chip always believed that Jeff knew nothing about feelings and wouldn’t until he ‘came of age’. A discussion the pair had indulged in regularly as Jeff had tested the water. But Jeff knew he couldn’t take this further. If not for the sake of his image, for the sake of Chip’s marriage. Chip was married and therefore definitely not...willing for a roll in the hay with him. Despite past encounters which apparently were ’just a game’.
As Jeff studied his script, he failed to notice a presence in the room with him. Like a lurker, Chip snuck up behind his friend without him noticing it until he was practically touching Jeff. Suppressing his giggles, Chip lifted and hand and then slammed it down hard on the boy’s shoulder. Naturally, Jeff involuntarily lifted his arms and managed to throw the parchment sheets across the room. Chip just laughed as Jeff sighed in frustration.
“Chip. You frightened me. Now look, Mr Proops will think I have been so disrespectful...” Jeff stood up from the seat a got down on all fours to start collecting up parchment. Chip circled the chair and took a seat, watching the younger man pick up the sheets. He would be lying if he said he didn’t find Jeff an attractive young fellow. And it wasn’t like he didn’t know of Jeff’s feelings towards him. It was obvious. The boy was like a puppy dog around him and would probably do anything for him if he asked...but Chip was married and...not that way inclined. He loved women. But sometimes, Chip did wonder...what did a handsome young boy such as Jeff see in a man almost twice his age? Once Jeff had collected up the parchment, he piled it together and placed it on the wooden platform before standing up straight and staring straight at Chip.
“So Chip, before you decided to distract me in my learning, what brought you to my side?” Jeff looked at Chip and tried to keep himself composed as the man relaxed. The thin white linen of his shirt left very little to the imagination and Jeff tried his hardest to keep his attention focused on the beautiful man’s face only. Chip was too polite to point out that he could read Jeff like a scroll. “Well, I thought I would inform you of the events of today’s auditions...” At this, Jeff relaxed. This was comfortable ground and would be a relief to hear. There had been rumours that if they didn’t find anyone, Chip would be taking over John’s role and Jeff would be left with Stephen, a much older, larger man who was openly that way inclined. Jeff took a seat on the platform anxious to hear the news.
“Well, most of the performers were dire. In fact, at one point it was looking like we weren’t going to find anyone.” Jeff nodded, feeling a bit nervous. Maybe Chip was playing with him and his emotions and they hadn’t found anyone. But Chip looked happy. Maybe he had been given the main role and that was what had made him happy. Maybe he was happy to not be performing opposite Jeff...maybe he was sick of being the romantic hero to Jeff’s damsel. This made Jeff sad...until he heard the rest. “But then this man came in. He was quite short of a man and there was something off about him...but Greg adored this man. He gave him the place almost straight away.” Jeff felt himself relax and then fill with joy. The show was going to happen! Jeff stood up from the platform smiling.
“That’s fantastic Chip. Everything we have worked for...I am so relieved.” Chip smiled and stood up from his seat, walking over towards Jeff. Jeff felt nervous. Still just a child, he hadn’t fully matured and his feelings were still those of a child. Immature. Chip opened his arms and wrapped them around Jeff’s small shoulders. Jeff froze slightly as he felt two hands on his back and warm breath by his ear. “Relax Jeff...just relax...” Jeff took a deep breath and carefully placed his arms around Chip’s body. It was then Jeff felt a hand trail up his back, softly lifting his shirt slightly out of his slacks. This was a game. It wasn’t the first time Chip had played this game. But Jeff couldn’t bring himself to complain. “Relax Jeff...relax...” The other hand started to trace the flesh that was being revealed and Jeff felt himself tense further. It was when he felt lips physically brush the flesh of his ear that he was brought back to reality. If this went much further, Jeff would not be able to stop and that could be very bad indeed. He wanted this, but on his terms. Otherwise it was too much like betrayal. Reluctantly, Jeff made the decision to stop this before he would be unable to.
“How is your wife?” Jeff whispered in Chip’s ear and immediately, he felt Chip’s shoulders rise with tension. Jeff regretted his decision almost immediately but told himself that this was for the best. These touches could be reserved for on stage as no-one would question a boy/girl relationship. However, behind closed doors, it became real. The touches were real and although Chip seemed to think he could do this and still be straight, every last caress filled Jeff with pain, anguish and lust. Chip slowly moved his hands away from behind Jeff, leaving the shirt to fall back downwards and cover him. Jeff felt cold as the contact left. Chip took a breath and straightened up.
“With child. And alone. I should probably get back to her.” Jeff nodded and looked to the floor, suddenly feeling guilty. Chip had this way of making him feel tiny and reverse the blame onto him. Jeff took it because it kept Chip’s respect. “Congratulations...” Jeff mumbled to the floor. Chip nodded and straightened up his clothes. “See you tomorrow Jeff.” With that, he left Jeff alone in the room. Jeff sighed and touched his ear where Chip’s soft lips had just been. He couldn’t help but think, “What if?” What if they had carried on? Would Chip have actually followed through with his actions? Or would he have run when it all got too heavy? Jeff had no idea...and decided he would never know. Sighing, he walked over to his parchment and picked it up before walking out the room. A cold bath was in order...
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So, there you go! Next two chapters up for you! =D Next update may be a little way away because I want to get more chapters written (only just have the next one written) and things in my life are a little difficult right now, family wise so it might be a bit tricky to write. But I will try my damn best! =) Thanls for the tag by the way Flo!
Title - You Forget Your Place (3&4/?)
Author - Beccie
Pairings - Mainly Greg/Josie, Josie/Ryan & Chip/Jeff (will also be minor Brad/Josie, Caroline/Paul, Chip/OFC & maybe very minor Caroline/Sandi for a bit of fun...=P)
Rating - Starts as an R but will probs turn into NC-17 for swearing, sexuality, character death and adult themes (all that fun stuff!)
Summary - 16th century Britain. Theatre is a man's world. So in enters a woman from the slums whose aim is to change everything...
Note: Based on research for my drama exam notes. This should be fun!
It was the day of the audition and tensions were high. Greg was sat at one end of the room at a desk, quill and parchment before him as he surveyed the actors before him. So far, he had been less than impressed with the applicants efforts. One man started to sing opera like kitten on helium, not aware that only straight plays were performed on this side of London. Another started a dramatic monologue on the importance of gunpowder...he was quickly removed from the room. The best so far had been a 14 year old boy who had the acting voice of a 30 year old. Shame he was about 2ft tall. Greg sighed as he dropped his quill to the desk. This was starting to seem hopeless. One of the veteran members of the troupe, Chip, entered the room and took note of his boss’s distressed aura.
“Ready for the next one sir?” Greg just shrugged his shoulders and picked up his pen again, Chip stepped closer to the desk, looking Greg in the face. “Sir, excuse me for being inquisitive but may I ask the reasoning of your distress?” Greg looked up at Chip and Chip flinched back immediately, feeling like what he had said was very wrong indeed. However, Greg’s face softened and Chip relaxed. “Oh Chip. This is hopeless my friend. Every act so far has been too big, too small or too shit.” Greg slumped his head on the table and Chip stepped behind him and placed a hand on his back. “Have faith sir. Their are still a few more to go.” Greg lifted his head from the desk and nodded. “Just send the next one in Chip. Lets get this hell over with.” Chip nodded and walked towards the door as Greg picked up his quill and wrote down a few notes.
“These tights are riding so far up my arse...” Josie shifted and readjusted as Sandi stood next to her, dressed in a long pink dress. The night before, Paul had sifted through his whole wardrobe and come up with an outfit baggy enough to not make her more prominent features noticeable, but not so baggy that they gave the game away. So, here she was dressed in a pair of cream tights and green slacks, a ruffled white shirt and a green jacket, topped off with a green plume hat. Sandi had agreed to come along as her ‘wife’ just in case they asked questions. Sandi laughed at her friend’s obvious discomfort.
“You sound like a man already...” Josie stood up straight and looked Sandi in the eye. “Are you sure I look manly enough?” Sandi couldn’t believe she would have to answer this question for her friend. She stood back and looked Josie up and down before smiling. “Josie...I mean Joseph. You look more like a man than Paul so that’s something. Now, use the Josie.” Josie giggled and then coughed before speaking. “Is this a dagger I see before me.” Her voice was considerably lower and more manly. Sandi had to hold back a giggle but soon paled. Josie noticed this. “Sandi? What’s wrong?” Sandi nodded behind Josie and Josie turned to see the cause of Sandi’s discomfort. Ryan was at the other end of the hall, parchment in hand. He was obviously here to keep an eye on proceedings. Josie felt her stomach twist but then heard a call that literally made her want to vomit.
“Joseph Law? Do we have a Joseph Law?” Josie turned to see a man about her height calling out her stage name from a piece of parchment. Josie took a deep breath and took Sandi’s arm before making her way to the man. She felt her nerve start to give. What if he saw through her? Ryan was here and he would not be happy if he knew her plan. But feeling her best friend next to her filled her with a bit more confidence and she soon reached the doors. No turning back now.
“Joseph Law?” Chip asked the man stood before him with a lady attached to his arm. ‘Joseph’ nodded as Chip gave him the once over. He felt like something was up but he couldn’t quite tell what it was. Then he saw Sandi. “Sorry Miss Toksvig. No women in the chamber.” Sandi nodded and stepped away. “Well, I suppose I have to wait here. Good luck Joseph.” With that, Sandi grabbed Josie’s cheeks and pulled her down for a kiss on the lips. Josie jumped as this happened. It wasn’t the first time but it took her by surprise and she couldn’t help but blush. When Sandi let her go, Josie straightened herself up and then followed Chip’s lead into the room, trying to keep herself calm. She had to be a boy now.
Chip led this weird man into the chamber and then called out to Greg who seemed to be deep in thought writing notes. “Mr Proops. This is Joseph Law.” Greg just nodded without looking up and Chip left the room. Josie stood there and stared at her feet. She had been building up to this point for her whole life and now she was screwing it up completely; not that Greg was paying ‘him’ much mind. Just then, he looked up and his eyes widened. Josie felt her world crash around her. She thought he could see through her like a window pane. But then he spoke. “Mr Law...what will you be performing for me?” Josie shifted from foot to foot, trying to straighten herself out and made sure she kept her voice deep. “I will...Sonnet 130 sir.” Greg nodded and waved his hand for ‘him’ to start. Josie took a deep breath and let the performance take over.
“My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips' red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damask'd, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks...”
As Josie recited this modern poem, she tried to place as much emphasis on the delivery as possible. She walked around the stage and pretended there were other men there. She swaggered with a confidence that a lot of her clients possessed. Greg watched ‘his’ every move mesmerised. There was something about this man that drew Greg in. Something that was...attractive? But Greg wasn’t a homosexual. After the rumours about William Shakespeare, Greg was determined not to become one of those ‘types’. But this man, there was something about him...
Josie finished her recital and took a deep breath. She looked over to where Greg was sat with his mouth open. Had she really been that bad? Hanging her head in shame, she turned towards the door. Greg quickly stopped her. “Joseph? Where are you going? That was...amazing.” Greg tried to hide the shake in his voice as he spoke. Josie stood in her spot completely shocked. She looked towards Greg and saw properly into his eyes. There was something there...she felt an instant bond with this man like nothing she had felt for any of her clients. They stared at each other for a moment in awe of each other. They just looked into each others eyes and found something...warm and familiar in there. Something powerful. But then there moment was ruined by a slamming door.
“Sorry to interrupt Mr Proops. I just want to see how the audition was going.” Greg sat back in his seat and smiled towards ‘Joseph’. “Very well indeed Mr Stiles. I believe we have our new player. Welcome to the team Mr Law.” Josie couldn’t believe it. She wanted to scream. She wanted to run over and hug Greg. Then she remembered, she was a man now. Instead, she kept composed. “Thank you Mr Proops. I will look forward to working with you.” Greg’s smile grew. “The pleasure will be all mine Mr Law.” Throughout this whole exchange, Ryan eyed the new man, Joseph. Something seemed...familiar about him. He just could place his finger on it. But he would find out eventually. He was sure of that.
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Jeff sat, long legs propped up on a wooden platform as he read through his script. For a 17 year old boy, he was surprisingly literate. He could read, write and speak with clarity and intelligence. He could deliver lines with the grace of a man twice his age and fit any character he was given. Plus, he was quite the pin-up in theatre circles. Women adored his raven coloured tousled hair and boyish good looks. Jeff was pretty much perfect...but he had a problem. He was in love. In love with someone he shouldn’t be in love with. He couldn’t help how he felt. In fact, some days he wished his feelings didn’t exist...but they did and they made his life painful.
Being the most graceful and ‘girly’ of the troupe, Jeff was often cast as the woman in the plays they performed. He was sure that this was the reason he felt the way he did. The role of woman often involved being in love with a man at some point in the play. And who better to play a dashing love interest than the older, beautiful Chip? With that perfectly chiselled face, shapely body and stage presence...he really owned the stage when he performed. Jeff knew this. He had watched Chip with awe for the entire year that he had been with the troupe. At first he thought it was just admiration. Like a son would look up to his father. However, as time progressed and they got more roles opposite each other, Jeff’s feelings turned more into something that resembled...lust? But he was just boy and meant to be unaware of these things. Chip always believed that Jeff knew nothing about feelings and wouldn’t until he ‘came of age’. A discussion the pair had indulged in regularly as Jeff had tested the water. But Jeff knew he couldn’t take this further. If not for the sake of his image, for the sake of Chip’s marriage. Chip was married and therefore definitely not...willing for a roll in the hay with him. Despite past encounters which apparently were ’just a game’.
As Jeff studied his script, he failed to notice a presence in the room with him. Like a lurker, Chip snuck up behind his friend without him noticing it until he was practically touching Jeff. Suppressing his giggles, Chip lifted and hand and then slammed it down hard on the boy’s shoulder. Naturally, Jeff involuntarily lifted his arms and managed to throw the parchment sheets across the room. Chip just laughed as Jeff sighed in frustration.
“Chip. You frightened me. Now look, Mr Proops will think I have been so disrespectful...” Jeff stood up from the seat a got down on all fours to start collecting up parchment. Chip circled the chair and took a seat, watching the younger man pick up the sheets. He would be lying if he said he didn’t find Jeff an attractive young fellow. And it wasn’t like he didn’t know of Jeff’s feelings towards him. It was obvious. The boy was like a puppy dog around him and would probably do anything for him if he asked...but Chip was married and...not that way inclined. He loved women. But sometimes, Chip did wonder...what did a handsome young boy such as Jeff see in a man almost twice his age? Once Jeff had collected up the parchment, he piled it together and placed it on the wooden platform before standing up straight and staring straight at Chip.
“So Chip, before you decided to distract me in my learning, what brought you to my side?” Jeff looked at Chip and tried to keep himself composed as the man relaxed. The thin white linen of his shirt left very little to the imagination and Jeff tried his hardest to keep his attention focused on the beautiful man’s face only. Chip was too polite to point out that he could read Jeff like a scroll. “Well, I thought I would inform you of the events of today’s auditions...” At this, Jeff relaxed. This was comfortable ground and would be a relief to hear. There had been rumours that if they didn’t find anyone, Chip would be taking over John’s role and Jeff would be left with Stephen, a much older, larger man who was openly that way inclined. Jeff took a seat on the platform anxious to hear the news.
“Well, most of the performers were dire. In fact, at one point it was looking like we weren’t going to find anyone.” Jeff nodded, feeling a bit nervous. Maybe Chip was playing with him and his emotions and they hadn’t found anyone. But Chip looked happy. Maybe he had been given the main role and that was what had made him happy. Maybe he was happy to not be performing opposite Jeff...maybe he was sick of being the romantic hero to Jeff’s damsel. This made Jeff sad...until he heard the rest. “But then this man came in. He was quite short of a man and there was something off about him...but Greg adored this man. He gave him the place almost straight away.” Jeff felt himself relax and then fill with joy. The show was going to happen! Jeff stood up from the platform smiling.
“That’s fantastic Chip. Everything we have worked for...I am so relieved.” Chip smiled and stood up from his seat, walking over towards Jeff. Jeff felt nervous. Still just a child, he hadn’t fully matured and his feelings were still those of a child. Immature. Chip opened his arms and wrapped them around Jeff’s small shoulders. Jeff froze slightly as he felt two hands on his back and warm breath by his ear. “Relax Jeff...just relax...” Jeff took a deep breath and carefully placed his arms around Chip’s body. It was then Jeff felt a hand trail up his back, softly lifting his shirt slightly out of his slacks. This was a game. It wasn’t the first time Chip had played this game. But Jeff couldn’t bring himself to complain. “Relax Jeff...relax...” The other hand started to trace the flesh that was being revealed and Jeff felt himself tense further. It was when he felt lips physically brush the flesh of his ear that he was brought back to reality. If this went much further, Jeff would not be able to stop and that could be very bad indeed. He wanted this, but on his terms. Otherwise it was too much like betrayal. Reluctantly, Jeff made the decision to stop this before he would be unable to.
“How is your wife?” Jeff whispered in Chip’s ear and immediately, he felt Chip’s shoulders rise with tension. Jeff regretted his decision almost immediately but told himself that this was for the best. These touches could be reserved for on stage as no-one would question a boy/girl relationship. However, behind closed doors, it became real. The touches were real and although Chip seemed to think he could do this and still be straight, every last caress filled Jeff with pain, anguish and lust. Chip slowly moved his hands away from behind Jeff, leaving the shirt to fall back downwards and cover him. Jeff felt cold as the contact left. Chip took a breath and straightened up.
“With child. And alone. I should probably get back to her.” Jeff nodded and looked to the floor, suddenly feeling guilty. Chip had this way of making him feel tiny and reverse the blame onto him. Jeff took it because it kept Chip’s respect. “Congratulations...” Jeff mumbled to the floor. Chip nodded and straightened up his clothes. “See you tomorrow Jeff.” With that, he left Jeff alone in the room. Jeff sighed and touched his ear where Chip’s soft lips had just been. He couldn’t help but think, “What if?” What if they had carried on? Would Chip have actually followed through with his actions? Or would he have run when it all got too heavy? Jeff had no idea...and decided he would never know. Sighing, he walked over to his parchment and picked it up before walking out the room. A cold bath was in order...
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So, there you go! Next two chapters up for you! =D Next update may be a little way away because I want to get more chapters written (only just have the next one written) and things in my life are a little difficult right now, family wise so it might be a bit tricky to write. But I will try my damn best! =) Thanls for the tag by the way Flo!
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