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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 64

Sunday afternoon - David’s bedroom

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They’d talked for a long time. David was surprised… and, he had to admit, a littlrt… rt… to discover that some of the thiJameJames had discussed with his mother he hadn’t even known about himself but he was glad James had confided in her. It was obvious James felt better for the heart to heart and David had never known her to give anything short of excellent advice.

"You’re not mad at me, are you?" James asked, rolling onto his side. He began to pout.

David smiled. James looked so cute when he did that.

"Why would I be, Sweetheart?"

David reached out to run a finger over James’ face, outlining his cheekbones.

"For telling your Mom all this stuff before I told you?" James elaborated. "It wasn’t that I didn’t wanna tell you. It’s just that… well, when we’re together there are so many better things we can be doing than talking about me…"

David laughed and wrapped his arms around his lover and kissed him on the end of his nose.

"I was going to tell you. I just hadn’t gotten around to it…"

"You don’t have to explain, Baby. I understand… but I’m glad you’ve told me now. I had no idea what you’d been through… But, it’s gonna be better from now on. You do believe that, don’t you, James?"

"I’m starting to," James said.

"I’m glad you were able to talk to Mom."

"She’s easy to talk to. You’re so lucky, Davy… She doesn’t judge… she doesn’t preach… She couldn’t be more of a contrast to my own mother…"

David wiped away the tear trickling down his lover’s cheek.

"Happy to share her with you," David said. "She has more than enough love for all of us…"

"Yeah, I can see that… She’s a remarkable woman," James continued, "but you won’t tell her all my secrets, will you?"

"Of course not, Baby. I’m sorry, was there something I shouldn’t have…"

"No, not really. I don’t mind… It’s just some of it’s a bit embarrassing. Not even sure I wanna tell you all of it…"

David was disappointed but he tried not to show it. He didn’t want James to feel pressured into divulging something he’d rather keep to himself. If he was gonna tell him, David wanted him to do so willingly. He’d hoped James now trusted him enough to tell him everything… but maybe he didn’t.

"But I will," James added, meeting his gaze. "No secrets. Remember? And, anyway, you’re gonna ask about it sooner or later so I may as well tell you now…"

David started to worry.

"… why I’m the way I am with dogs…" James added.

David breathed a sigh of relief and pulled James closer, wrapping his arms around him protectively.

"I had been wondering…"

"I was eight at the time," James began. "Simon and his friends tricked me into going into this derelict house with them…"

David felt James shiver.

"It’s okay, Baby. I’ve got you…" he whispered, trying to reassure his lover.

"They pushed me into the cellar," James continued, "and slammed the door shut behind me. I tried the door but it wouldn’t open. I could hear them all laughing on the other side. I knew they’d locked it…"

David could sense James’ terror in simply reliving the memory. He leaned forward to kiss him on the forehead.

"You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to, Baby."

"No, it’s okay. I need to tell you. I’ve never told anyone else the full story except Sis… Can you pass me that glass of water?"

David rolled over and reached out to pick up the glass on the bedside table. He handed it to James and watched as he drained the glass.

James put the glass down and took a deep breath.

"I couldn’t see very well at first," he began. "The only light was from a small window above the coal chute but I could tell I wasn’t alone. I could hear rustling. Then a rat scurried out from behind a pile of cardboard boxes and ran across the floor followed by the biggest dog I’d ever seen - a Rottweiler, I think. He was going after the rat until he saw me. He turned and growled and then started toward me, slowly at first. I started to back up but I had no escape. The door was locked. He was showing his teeth and salivating as he came toward the bottom step, faster now. It was clear he didn’t wanna play fetch… Then all of a sudden he leapt at me…"

David jumped as James said it.

"Baby!"

James didn’t have any scars, apart from the eyebrow and the one on his left thigh. So he couldn’t have been bitten, could he?

"Fortunately the step I was standing on gave way at that point - the wood was rotten - and I fell through the stairs. I landed awkwardly but by the time the dog had worked out where I’d gone I’d had enough time to scramble over some abandoned furniture and squeeze between an old wardrobe and a filing cabinet propped up against the end wall of the cellar. The dog tried to follow but he was too fat to make it through the gap so he just stood there snarling and drooling and scratching at the wardrobe with his paw. I was probably quite safe but I was only a kid. I thought if he kept scratching long enough he’d reach me eventually… And those teeth just kept getting bigger and sharper the longer I stared at him…"

"Oh, James. My poor baby!"

David began to stroke James’ hair in a gesture of comfort.

"I was there all afternoon. The dog didn’t let up for hours. The snarling and scratching was interspersed with growling and barking although eventually, he quietened down - I think he realised I’d have to come out sooner or later and he was just gonna wait until I did. I was stiff from standing still as I could, pressed up against the wall - trying to press myself into it really. My legs were starting to cramp. Then another rat made a dash across the floor and I took the opportunity of the distraction to shift my weight from one foot to the other, trying not to make a noise. The dog moved away. I watched him through the gap as he caught the rat and tore its head off by shaking it. He disappeared for a while behind the cardboard boxes and I began to relax, thinking he was content with his prize. I slid to the floor and sat with my arms around my knees wondering if anyone would ever come and look for me if I didn’t come home. I was trying to work up the courage to make a dash for the door again, hoping I could get it open by throwing my weight against it. Yeah, not very likely I know considering how skinny I was then…"

David wasn’t violent by nature but if ever he met him he wasn’t sure what he’d do to Simon… but he did know it’d be something memorable and…unpleasant…

"Then I heard a noise and I turned my head to see he’d found another way to get to me. He’d gotten the door open and was inside the wardrobe. There was a small hole - about three inches across - in the back panel and he was pushing at it with his paw. I could tell it wasn’t gonna last long. The wood was flaking and there was a lot of dust - it probably had woodworm. He soon had a hole big enough to stick his nose through. I had nothing to beat him back with and nowhere else to go. He was growling louder than ever and those eyes... His stare was almost hypnotic… I thought I was gonna die, Davy."

"Oh, James. You must have been terrified…"

"Yeah, you could say that," James chuckled. "It was then I learned what the term ‘shit scared’ actually meant."

David gasped. Poor James!

"Oh, God!"

But James had survived. He might not have though. He could have been killed and then they’d never have met. They’d never have fallen in love. James wouldn’t be here with him now…

David tightened his grip.

"What happened, Baby?"

"Turned out the dog belonged to one of Simon’s gang. They had to get it back home so they couldn’t leave it down there with me all day. The thing had almost made the hole big enough to get its entire head through when the doors to the coal chute suddenly opened and they called him to heel…"

"I take it he followed them?"

"Yeah."

"How did you get out?"

"They didn’t close the hatch properly so I was able to clamber over the rubbish beneath the chute and get out the same way. Took several attempts before I made it - I’d twisted my ankle when I fell through the stairs and by then it was killing me. I could hardly put any weight on it. By the time I got out, I’d torn my shirt and I was covered in coal dust as well as…"

James turned to look at the now empty glass.

"Do you need a refill, Baby?" David asked.

James shook his head before continuing with his story.

"Course I had to walk all the way home - I couldn’t very well get on the bus… not like that. Well, it was not so much of a walk as a slow hobble..."

"I can’t believe they just left you there. You could have been badly injured…"

"It took me nearly two hours to make it home and we only lived a couple of streets away. Needless to say, Simon and his gang laughed themselves silly when I eventually turned up. When my father saw what a state I was in he wouldn’t let me in the house. Made me strip in the back yard and had Simon hose me down before I was allowed in. A barrel of laughs that was, standing there naked with Simon’s pals all looking on as he turned the hose on me full blast for twenty minutes - lucky I didn’t get pneumonia I guess. After all that I was sent me to bed with no supper…"

"What about your ankle?" David asked.

"Sis bandaged it for me as best she could the next day. She wanted to take me round to her friend’s house - her mother was a nurse - but I was grounded."

"But it could have been broken. Didn’t they take you to get it X-rayed?"

James laughed.

"They didn’t wanna know about it…"

David couldn’t believe anyone could be so cruel.

"What happened to Simon?"

"Nothing," James huffed. "He wasn’t the one who came home a wreck, covered in filth…"

"But didn’t you tell your parents what had happened?"

"There was no point. The more excuses I gave, the longer I was grounded for."

"That’s so unfair."

"Yeah, tell me about it!" James chuckled. "Father burned my clothes and I had to do extra chores for the next six months to ‘pay’ for them… Happy times, eh?"

"Oh, Baby! No one’s ever going to make you suffer like that again… and certainly not me… or Mom or Dad."

"I know," James said. "You know, I don’t think I ever felt as safe with my own family as I do here. Your family are great - even Beth, whatever you might think about her."

David had to concede that his problems with Beth paled into insignificance compared with what James had had to face when he was growing up.

"You won’t tell them, though, will you?" James said. "About what happened. Well, you can tell them I got trapped in a cellar with the vicious brute but if you could just skip the rest… I’m not anxious to relive the humiliation…"

"Oh, Baby! I wouldn’t say anything to embarrass you. Why would you think I would?"

"Well, you all seem to share everything," James said. He hesitated before continuing. There was evidently something he wasn’t happy about.

"We’re a close family…" David tried to explain.

"I know but… Oh, heck! I feel awful complaining about it but it felt like I was the last to know you were gonna… you know… *propose*…"

He was right although David hadn’t consciously set out to tell anyone. He knew he should have talked to James first but Mom always could read him like a book.

"I’m sorry, Baby. I didn’t mean to. Mom guessed I was serious when you thought the ring was just a joke. Really gave me grief about it, I can tell you… Then Bo said something… She knows me so well. It must have been obvious from my face… But, I should have fessed up to you sooner. I’d been wanting to for ages but couldn’t seem to find the right words or the right opportunity… I’m sorry, James. I love you so much… I wanted to tell you but I didn’t know how…"

If he was honest with himself, he’d have to admit he was also afraid James might laugh at his proposal.

"Can you ever forgive me?"

"Always."

David relaxed as James pulled him into a kiss.

"I don’t think I’m gonna be able to hide the way I feel about you even if I wanted to. Even Dad could tell how much you mean to me, Baby."

James was smiling at him.

"I never expected to be this happy, Davy."

"Me neither, Baby. And Mom and Dad… they’re almost as happy we’re together as we are."

"Yeah, I think they are but I only came to realise it yesterday… You know… when they congratulated us. When I got here on Friday I thought their acceptance might be… how can I put it?… just an act… Don’t get me wrong. It’s obvious how much they love you. I knew they wanted to understand and accept the life you’d chosen but I couldn’t believe that deep down they weren’t hoping it was just a phase you’d… I dunno… grow out of. I thought maybe they’d decided just to go along with it for your sake but then I got to know Patti and I liked her and she seemed to like me. I think we’d have become friends anyhow, even without her being your mother. We already are friends and I’ve only known her - what is it, forty eight hours? - but it’s more than that. She cares… Heck, she’s shown me more affection in a single weekend than my own mother ever did in eighteen years… And then, when we told her, I could see it in her smile, in the way her eyes lit up. She was actually pleased that her son was settling down with another man…"

"Not just any man…"

"Okay… With me…" James added, shyly. "It was obvious from her expression, and from your dad’s reaction they were delighted for us… Your dad is great. I mean, mothers can be pretty tolerant - not mine, of course. You know… they’re more forgiving of their children’s transgressions but dads… Well, they’re another story entirely. I can’t believe how accepting yours has been of the whole situation. I think I was right to begin with… No one is that supportive… except Clark Kent’s Mom and Dad…"

David laughed. Come to think of it, Mom and dada did bear a certain resemblance… Just so long as Mom didn’t start making him spandex pants…

"I think they really meant what they said about welcoming me into the family…" James continued. "I know it’s a cliché… Don’t laugh… but I really feel like I’ve gained a whole new family not just a partner…"

"You have, Baby. You have…"

James reached up and pulled David into a kiss.

"Thank you," he whispered.

"For what?" James had lost him somewhere in the middle of that last kiss.

"For falling in love with me…"

David laughed.

"I should be thanking *you* for asking me to join you for pizza that first night…" he began. "If you hadn’t, I’m not sure if I’d ever have had the courage to ask you out on a date… not after you’d rejected my invitation to dinner…"

"That’s what I was afraid of…" James said, "and I didn’t wanna take that risk…"

Their mouths met and they lost themselves in one another once more.

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