boag_patience-2

PATIENCE by Boag <<< part 1

PART 2

James’ girlfriend had left him when he had refused to choose between his career and her leaving him lonely and gagging for it. Unfortunately for James Richey knew how alone and desperate he felt because he spent most of his life feeling that way too and had put this knowledge to good use. Richey enjoyed torturing James, he saw it as cosmic justice for how James had destroyed him, so he spent the whole interview pouting and licking his lips and unnecessarily touching James giggling into his arms. When they left James stormed out first and spun round to face Richey as he closed the door behind them.

“You rotten fucking bastard! That was so embarrassing”
Richey lent against the wall, opened his legs wide and pushed his hips out extenuating the shapely bulge in his tight jeans and shook it at James
“You know want it baby! He squealed
James frantically held to his last shred of composure and walked away from the slender posing man but Richey caught up with him and walked so closely behind James that he was virtually on the backs of James’ DM’s.
He whispered into James ear “mmmmmm you know what I think you want me to do to you? I think you want me to put my big red wet lips around your cock and suck your brains out through it”
James ignored him and carried on walking.
“Is your pink little hole aching? Do you want me to make it feel better baby? Shall I lay you down on your back stick it up you and wrap you legs round me whilst you squeal like a bitch?!”
“Shut it will you Richey”

Richey walked side by side trying to grad hold of James’ hands so he could wrap his fingers around and hold him, Richey himself was desperate also but had learned to live with this constant feeling.
“Hold my hand James, go on, no-one will see us”
In his current state he needed little encouragement and grabbed Richey’s hand the second he was invited to, entwining his fingers and squeazing long and hard. Richey lent against his shoulder and they walked in unison, Richey sighing blissfully every few paces and giggling every other.
“See this is so nice isn’t it, your hand in mine, feels right”

James pulled his hand away. Richey was used to his fleeting shows of affection and savoured them before returning back to his usual torrent o abuse.
“Your arse looks devine in those jeans, I could just eat it”
“Will you shut up!”
“Why don’t you make me, why don’t you hold me down and jam something hot and sticky and throbbing in my mouth”
“For God’s sake…don’t you ever get tired of this”
“Yeah about as tired as I am waiting for you to admit you want me as much as I want you…God what a cliché”
“Give it a rest now yeah”
They left the offices where they had been doing an interview. Richey spotted a McDonalds.
“Lets get a milkshake, I want strawberry!”

James sighed and followed Richey who bounded across the street still high from the hand holding. A few minutes and a strawberry milkshake later Richey was again bounding down the street, hopping and jumping cheerfully quite pleased to be full of sugar. James looked morose and tired, drained and washed out. The publicity schedule and recording the album was taking its toll and the recent split with his girlfriend had wiped him out. They stopped.
“Hey you ok? You look ill”
“Just tired babe, that’s all”
“Shall I put you to bed when we get home?”
“Just stop it”

James pushed pass Richey and headed for the tube station. Richey felt a little hurt, he had been trying to be nice for a change. He walked slowly and wondered how things had got so bad. It was years since they first messed about with each other and since then, despite James claim that it was a one off, they had continued to have a sporadic sexual relationship and it had progressed to the point where they regularly had anal sex with each other whether James was seeing someone else or not. James dictated the relationship sometimes leaving Richey in the cold for months and other times almost settling down with him. Between the four walls of their bedroom he was tender and loving and they were as a couple should be, as soon as they had their clothes back on and left the room James changed back, he was happy to act like a friend but if Richey mentioned anything outside the remit James would respond by treating him like shit.

Nicky and Sean were at home when they arrived both looking forlorn.
“Hello how’d it go?” Nicky asked
Richey perked up “well I was brilliant, articulate, gorgeous etc. but James…well…he was less than enchanting”
“I think I’m going to bed” yawned James as he mounted the stairs stripping clothes and dropping them as he went. Nicky followed him picking his clothes up and tutting. When he came back downstairs Richey was bouncing round the kitchen singing.
Sean looked up from reading the newspaper. “He’s had a milkshake”
“Oh great, so we have to put up with this for how many hours?”
“Forever…bwah ha hah!”
Richey shouted and ssshhed himself because James was sleeping and then headed for the living room to play with his Sega.

Meanwhile in the kitchen.
“James is certainly acting strange at the moment isn’t he”
“Sexual frustration Nick, been a while since he split with his lady and there hasn’t been anyone else yet, no even groupies, he’s torturing himself for some reason”
“He hasn’t got any patience with anyone, especially Richey”
“Well Richey can be difficult sometimes”
“Do you think something’s happened between them”
“Richey and James?”
“Yeah”
“Dunno, what could have happened that we don’t know about it?”
“Oh I dunno, just seems like there’s more going on then it appears, it’s just a feeling I get”
“I’ve always had that impression, ever since they decided they were friends afterall, do you remember?”
“Yeah that was weird, one day they could barley stand one and another and then they acted as if they’d always been mates”
“Wonder if we’ll ever know what is going on between them”

Richey was sitting in the garden tracing circles in the grass with his fingers and picking daisies to decorate his hair with. James watched him from the kitchen.
“How like a child he can be sometimes” James thought.
Just then the moment was broken by flapping and screeching.

“Wasp wasp!”
James took their tea, a magazine and went to sit outside.
“It’s gone you twat”
“It was attacking me”
“No it was flying, there’s difference”
“Flying at me, menacingly, you don’t care if I get stung do you?!”
James laughed.
“Here have some tea”
“Thank you”

James sat on the grass and started to read a trashy glossy magazine belonging to Terri. Richey looked at it over his shoulder but before long found himself gazing at James. He was just wearing a tight white pair of jeans with a light blue faded t-shirt. His hair was damp from the shower and he had bare feet. He was casually smoking and sipping his tea. Richey felt a wave of arousal run through him when he focused on the always prominent bulge between James muscular thighs. It had been a long time since James had allowed them to fool around but he was due to crack any minute and Richey couldn’t wait. James looked up and noticed where his friend was looking. Nothing had happened between them for a long time and Richey had even stopped teasing him, they had been just good friends and the realisation that those feelings were still in Richey startled James, he never learned that they never went away, Richey still wanted him with the same intensity he had years ago, he went on the defensive trying desperately to avoid breaking down again, he couldn’t let the act slip

“What the fuck are you looking at?”
Richey blushed and looked away, his eyes filled with tears, he was never any good when someone shouted at him.
“Nothing”
“You were looking at me”
“Yeah so, I look at you all the time”
“No I mean you were looking at…you were staring at my dick!”
“And…have you forgotten I’ve seen it before? I’ve had it in my mouth remember? And my arse”
“I thought we had got past this”
“Just coz I don’t mention it everyday doesn’t mean it’s gone away, not in me at least, I still have those feelings for you James and unless you poke my eyes out I’m not going to stop looking at you”
“Can you be a bit more discreet then please”
“Why do you act like this?”
“Like what?”
“Like what has happened between us never did, like it’s all one sided”

James sighed.
“I don’t act like they never happened I just don’t want to spend all my time talking about it with you, we’ve had fun those times we’ve messed around with each other, I’ve had fun with a lot of other people as well, it doesn’t mean anything”
Richey got suddenly angry.
“How can you say that! How can you compare me to your bloody groupies! It does mean something, I know it does, you may act like it doesn’t but I can feel I when you kiss me and when you touch me and you LOOK AT ME, how dare you pretend!”
“Ok ok I didn’t mean you’re the same level as a groupie, I care about you, you’re my mate and I love you like one, but you’re not the centre of my universe and you need to accept it, we’re not going to settle down together and be a couple, I’ll do that but with a woman who I can have children with”

“You want children?!”
“Yeah course don’t you?”
“Never thought about it…is it that why because you want little ones eventually?”
“No, I don’t love you like that is why, why can’t you accept it”
“Tell me something, if you don’t love me why do you always come back to me and if you don’t love me how is that we fuck so good together?”
“Oh Richey, I’m not playing this game anymore”
“WHAT MAKES YOU THINK THIS IS A FUCKING GAME, I’M NOT PLAYING A GAME, DO I LOOK LIKE I’M ENJOYING THIS TO YOU!!!!”
“I’M NOT GAY AND I DON’T LOVE YOU OK!”
“I meant what I said all those years ago James, I will have you”

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