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The David and James Story	By : Cinnamon Category: Casts RPF > Angel Views: 3767 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The David and James Story

Pairing: David/James

Rating: NC 17

Author: You think anyone’s actually gonna admit to writing this shit?

Disclaimer: No infringement of copyright is intended. You know who the characters belong to.

This is AU. The people involved would never behave like this in real life…

Chapter 39

The Friday after Thanksgiving - mid-afternoon

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“Would you mind loading the dishwasher for me, Darling?” Patti asked. “I want to show James something.”

James tensed.

“Of course not, Mom,” David replied, gathering up the soup bowls and plates. “Leave it to me.”

James realised his concern must show in his face as Daviusedused beside him to give his shoulder a friendly squeeze. He looked up to see David smiling down at him reassuringly.

“Don’t worry,” David whispered, “she doesn’t bite… but I’ll send a search party if you’re not back in an hour…”

Patti laughed.

“I’m sure your father could use some help in the back yard, Darling,” Patti said.

James began to wonder what she had in mind for him. Was she going to quiz him about his intentions toward her son? She’d been so nio hio him up until now. He hoped she wasn’t going to try and persuade him that living with David wasn’t in her son’s best interests. David adored his mother. He’d hate to come between them but there was no way he was going to walk away from this relationship. If it ended - when it ended, he corrected himself - David would be the one to leave…

“Come with me, Sweetie,” Patti said.

James swallowed nervously and followed her.

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“Hey, Dad!” David greeted his father who was busy unpacking a large box of what appeared to be outdoor lights. “Want some help?”

“Thanks, Son,” Dave said. “Where’s James? Don’t abandon him on my account.”

“Oh, I think he’ll be busy for a while. Mom’s showing him her studio.”

“Ah!”

“What’s all this?” David asked, gesturing to the boxes.

“Your mother decided it was time we had some new decorations for the holidays…”

“What’s wrong with the ones we have every year?”

“Apparently, we needed a change…”

David nodded in understanding.

“… and, besides, these were on sale.”

“Ah!”

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“But these are amazing,” James enthused as Patti showed him her portfolio.

They were seated side by side on the couch in her studio, several large folders of sketches spread open on the coffee table in front of them. Jamad bad been carefully examining each picture in turn as Patti sorted through the contents. He was stunned by her talent.

“David said you liked to draw but he never told me you were an artist…”

Patti laughed.

“Well, thank you, Sweetie, but you flatter me.”

He flinched as she touched his arm, in a gesture he realised too late was intended affectionately.

“No, I mean it,” James said. “These are good. This likeness is incredible…”

He held up a portrait of David and stared at it.

“Did you do this from memory or did he sit for you? The eyes are just perfect…”

“Oh, good grief, she she chuckled. “I can’t imagine he’d ever do that… I copied a photograph… I guess you could say I cheated, huh?”

“Ah, well, that’s where you’re wrong,” James said. “All the best artists use tricks…”

She raised her eyebrows and leaned forward eager to hear what he had to say.

“… and it’s not considered cheating,” he added. “In the late Renaiss it it was common practice to use a camera obscura to focus the image of the subject onto the artist’s canvas. That’s how they managed to get the proportions so exact…”

“I never knew that.”

“… and that’s not all,” he continued excitedly, pleased to find she shared his interest in art.

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David had helped his father string the lights through the bushes and trees behind the house. Until it was fully dark they couldn’t check the effect but from what he could see in the half light he thought his mother would be pleased with the end result.

“I’ll get Jon to help ith ith the front of the house tomorrow morning,” David said. “Promise me you won’t climb that ladder while I’m not around, Dad. Mom’d never forgive me if anything happened to you…”

“It’s okay, Son. You don’t need to worry. I’ve already heard that lecture once today… in the car on the way home from the mall. I won’t do anything stupid…”

“She didn’t get reindeer, did she?” David interrupted as he recalled the hideous display one of the neighbours had last year: a sleigh complete with six reindeer, Santa and two elves.

“No, just icicles.”

“Thank goodness for that.”

Dave smiled.

“Give me credit for having some influence…”

David laughed.

“Where do you wanna put these?” he asked, stuffing the rest of the lights back into the largest of the boxes. “In the den? They won’t be in anyone’s way there… unless Lizzie and Davy plan on using it tonight.”

“No, I think they’ll be spending all their time upstairs,” Dave replied.

David picked up the box.

“We redecorated the second guest room right before we did your room… Made a few additions too: doll’s house, TV, DVD player, music centre, computer, PS2... at least, I think that’s what they call it…”

“So, that’s why they were so keen to leave the table last night…”

Dave held the back door open for David as he struggled with thx.
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“Thanks, Dad,” he said. “You didn’t buy them a brand new computer, did you?”

“No, it’s your mother’s old one. I got her the IMAC she’d been wanting - it was an early Christmas present…”

“All the same, you spoil those kids, Dad.”

“That’s what grandparents are for, Son.”

“You spoil all of us, Dad,” David said. “Thanks for being there for us… I don’t think I’ve ever really appreciated until now just how lucky I am to have you and Mom…”

Poor James! David couldn’t imagine having grown up without a father.

He smiled as he felt his father’s hand on his shoulder.

“Let’s drop these off,” Dave said, opening another door, “and we’ll go take a look at the room before Bo and Jon get back. Maybe you’d like to swap…”

“What and give up my Jacuzzi? No, thanks…”

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“This is probably the best one,” Patti said, indicating a framed watercolour which had pride of place on the wall above her desk. It was a picture of thuse.use.

“Technically, perhaps,” James said, “but this is my favourite…”

He pointed to a landscapethe the adjacent wall. The scene showed a storm brewing over the desert with a dark and brooding sky illuminated by a single streak of lighting which touched the ground between two mesas.

“Monument valley?”

“Yes,” Patti said. “Have you been there?”

“Painted the same scene myself,” James said. “Thought I’d done a good job too but I never captured the atmosphere of the place the way you have…”

“You like it?”

“I love it,” James said.

He’d have offered to buy it ifcoulcould have afforded it.

“Have you ever thought of exhibiting? Or, setting up a gallery. You’d get a high price for this picture.”

“Oh, it’s not that good,” she said, “although I have to admit it’s one of my favourites too…”

“You’re too modest,” he said, smiling at her. “I wondered who David had inherited the trait from…”

“Come hereeetieetie,” Patti said, slipping one arm around his waist.

He jumped slightly at the contact. His own mother had never been much for gestures of affection, physical or otherwise, and the action had taken him by surprise.

“Oh, James, you are a nervous one, aren’t you?” Patti began, releasing him. “I didn’t mean to startle you. I’m so used to hugging my own children I forget that not everyone likes to be touched. If you’d rather I didn’t…”

“Er… no,” James began, “it’s not that I don’t like it… Just not used to it, I guess… Mother never…”

He wasn’t sure how to finish the sentence. Fortelytely, he didn’t have to.

“Well, you’re part of this family now, Sweetie, and I’d like to show you how pleased I am to have you here… if that’s all right…”

James smiled and allowed her to pull him into her arms.

“That’s better,” she said, kissing him on the cheek. “You’re such a sweet boy…” she added, releasing him. “I can understand why David fell for you…”

James felt his face start to redden.

“You have nothing to fear from us, James…”

“You don’t mind that your son is gay?” he asked, unbelieving.

“Of course not, Sweetie,” she chuckled. “What’s to mind?”

“Mother thinks it’s a sin…”

“Our minister is gay. So was my own brother…”

David hadn’t mentioned that. James wondered why she’d used the past tense. Had he reformed?

“He died five years ago…” she added, wistfully.

“I’m sorry,” James mumbled, embarrassed that he hadn’t thought of the obvious.

“… but we have happy memories of him.”

James wasn’t swhatwhat to say.

“David loves you and from the way you look at him I’m guessing that you feel the same,” Patti began.

James nodded.

“That’s good enough for me, Sweetie,” she said, smiling at him. “All I want is for David to be happy… for you both to be happy. You don’t have anything to prove to us…”

“David’s happiness means more to me than anything…” James whispered.

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