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RELATIONSHIPS by Janey

PART 1

Richey staggered out of bed at a little before noon, with red eyes and heavy lids that were only just open. He grabbed a blue t-shirt and a pair of trousers from the chair, both of which were creased beyond belief, and dazedly stumbled downstairs to find Jenny reading one of several Sunday newspapers that she always collected from the newsagents.
“Evening android,” she smirked. “Nice of you to surface just before the day is done.”
Richey grunted in response, and made his way over to the kettle, which luckily was almost full and had recently boiled. Until several strong mugs of coffee had been drunk he would not be worth knowing. Richey was never a morning person. Richey sat down beside Jenny at the dining table he gave a weak and feeble smile, then proceeded to drink the coffee.
“You haven’t even had a wash, brushed your teeth or your hair have you?” her eyes flashed a vague hint of despair at him that warmed into a smile; this was Richey everyday of the week. He needed to wake up to do those things whereas many people had to do those things in order to feel awake and face the day. Living with Richey was never dull, that’s for sure.
“How can you be so damned bright at this ungodly hour on a Sunday?”
“I didn’t get drunk,” winked Jen in response. “Nor did I stagger home with noisy friends at 1.30am, and proceed to try to wake the world by shouting Sex Pistols songs at the top of my voice.”
Richey closed his eyes tight and shook his head as the memory flashed over him, “that was Wire’s fault.”
“I didn’t hear you telling him to be quiet nor did James for that!”
“Sorry,” grimaced Richey as he finished his coffee and went back to the kettle.
“How the hell do you drink it so fast?”
“Asbestos mouth,” he giggled softly, “want another drink?”
“Go on then, Red.”
“You even got Nick and James calling me that now! Sean’s sense of humor is still failing him though. He doesn’t see how ironic it is that they can call me android and find it funny, but abbreviate R. Edwards to Red and hell that’s childish.”
“Don’t worry about it. Sean’s going through a tough time at the moment, so he’s just a little temperamental.”
“I wish someone would tell me what the hell has gone on with him,” moaned Richey as he sat down and gave Jen her piping hot coffee.
“Sorry Red, but I’ve been sworn to secrecy. Don’t even bother trying to wheedle it out of James, Nicky, Martin or Philip because they don’t know either.”
“I know I’m being stupid but sometimes I find it hard that you two are so bloody close. I mean I’m pleased that he can talk with you and that he values your opinions but I just feel uncomfortable about it every now and again,” Richey stared blankly at the steam rising from the mug before him.

Jen put down the paper that she was reading and moved around the table and sat in Richey’s lap, giving him a hug, “hey, we’re both getting used to this living together malarkey aren’t we? On top of that you’ve never had a big relationship before and it takes a lot of getting used to.”
“James and Nick don’t seem to be having these problems though and they’ve ‘come out’ as well.”
“They’re not us though Rich, are they now? Personality wise they’re both different to us, they both shrug things off that we take to heart.”
“Maybe I should be more thick skinned huh?” Richey sighed as his hands raked through Jen’s shoulder length ash blonde hair.
“Don’t you dare! I love the sensitive brooding Richey if you don’t mind. I’m not sure that I could cope with you being all brash and confident like Nicky or cocky and arrogant like James,” she smiled broadly as she bestowed a tiny kiss on the tip of his nose. “In fact I just love you.”
“Including the anorexic drunk who carves patterns on his own skin?”
“Even…” Jen whispered in Richey’s ear, “your morning breath complete with stale alcohol and tobacco.”
As her soft, plump lips met with his, Richey moaned and wrapped his arms around her and pulled her body tightly to his own. His body began responding to the emotions that she awakened and his kisses deepened as their tongues tantalized and teased.
“Now look what you’ve done to me,” Richey sighed heavily as his hands caressed her back lovingly. “At least that part of me is awake.”
Jen grins at him as she takes one of his hands and places it between her thighs as she parts her legs a little, her short nightshirt not leaving much to the imagination, then she rubs Richeys fingers against her wetness, tilting her head back under his ministrations and whispering to him to urge him on.
“You are SO wicked,” chides Richey between biting and nibbling on her shoulders and chest.
“Don’t stop Rich.”
“Maybe I should just have you over the table; you could be breakfast, lunch and tea, all in one go!”
“So, what are you waiting for?” came the taunting response. “We haven’t christened the table yet.”
Richey stared at her with a deep heat in his eyes and then smoothly picked her up and lay her down on the table. He roughly took off her nightshirt and then opened the zip of his trousers, allowing them to fall to the floor, and then dispensed with his boxers, his dick standing proudly as he leaned over her and kissed her stomach whilst Jen pleasured herself.
“Damn but you’re horny,” said Richey with a thick, gravelly voice that was so opposite to his usual sweet, soft speaking voice. He snaked his mouth down from her stomach kissing and licking her all the way to her busy fingers that he took in his mouth and sucked on them before he moved them aside and slid his hard dick into her roughly and deeply.
“Mmm you’re keen,” smiled Jen as she raised her legs to hug him into her a little more.
“Well you’ve only got yourself to blame, hon.” His thrusts were hard and deep and his fingers were digging into her hips almost violently.
“Can’t help that I want you every time I’m near you. I especially love it when you fuck me like this,” grunted Jen as her nails scraped over Richey’s back
“Not exactly ‘sensitive and brooding’ though.” Richey was finding it harder and harder to speak as his climax approached and was gasping frantically.
“Dominant and rough can be good too.”
They worked together to satisfy one another. Hands and mouths exciting and heightening their respective pleasures as they moved as one being; their passion increasing as they saw the erotic and sensual responses of their lover.
Richey continued to thrust as Jen ground her hips onto his and winked at him as she mouthed, ‘I’m going to cum.’ With a few more thrusts Richey felt his hot stickiness flowing into Jen and shouted her name as she yelled out his.
Jen sat on the edge of the dining table when her breathing had recovered a little and pulled Richey to her lips for a slow sensuous kiss and a warm, loving embrace. “I love you Richey.”
“Perhaps we should take this somewhere more comfortable where we can take a little more time huh?” Richey’s hot mouth nibbled around her neck and pulled on her ear lobes and Jen sighed at the way he made her feel.
“Am I protesting?”

Richey and Jen were snuggled together, tenderly and lovingly stroking one another after they had made love for the third time. Both more than buoyant at the responses their partner had shown, and wondering how it was that their love making constantly got better and better, when the doorbell interrupted them rather rudely.
“Ignore it,” breathed Rich as he nuzzled at Jen’s neck.
“Rich!”
Jen made a move to get out of the bed but Rich grabbed her and attempted to pull her back into the bed with him.
“ Are we really gonna fight about this?” quizzed Jen.
“Just come back here ‘cos I need to fuck you.” And Richey groaned as he penetrated her, unable to escape the erotic sensations cascading around his dick.
“You bastard.” Jen nibbled into Richey’s neck and Richey surged hard into her again and again until they arced together.
“Now aren’t you glad that you didn’t go and answer the door?” Richey whispered into Jen’s ear as she snuggled up to him.
“Perhaps,” she teased.

Jen had done scrambled eggs on toast for tea, and as usual Richey spent most of the time pushing his around the plate.
“Come on darling,” pleaded Jen, “just try to finish that half slice of toast and another mouthful of egg. You’ve expanded a lot of energy today after all.”
“I know,” he winked. “I will finish it. I shouldn’t have drunk all that cordial; it’s filled me up.”
Jen watched him for a little while as she realised she had sounded a little like his mother rather than his partner and lover. All she wanted to do was encourage him but sometimes her words didn’t quite come out right. Tenderly she planted a kiss on top of Richey’s hair as she ran her hands over his strong shoulders and sighed into him as she became lost in his heady scent. “I’m sorry love, don’t you force yourself Red. You’ve eaten more than usual so I should stop having a go at you.”
“Come here,” and Richey patted his knees and gazed at her with a warm grin, as Jen moved around and sat on his knees, resting her head in the curve of his neck and tracing her fingertips over the outline of his hardening nipples. “Will you stop it! You don’t ‘have a go’ at me, you encourage me. It’s different.”
“I hope you’ll always feel that way.”
“I’m sure I will,” he smiled with a dirty glint in his eyes.
“What’s that look for?”
“What look?” Richey asked whilst trying to appear innocent.
“That’s the way you looked at me earlier before you took advantage of me.”
“As I recall you were more than happy and didn’t protest,” he mumbled as he began to nuzzle her neck. “And you must admit that it was good.”
“I think you need to refresh my memory!”
“Happy to oblige, Hon,” he murmured just before his lips captured Jen’s as he snaked a hand beneath her t-shirt. “Why did you have to put a t-shirt and tracksuit bottoms on after we showered?”
“Why not,” she muttered.
“Because they’re not that easy to get into when you’re in a hurry.”
“But they are much more appropriate than a skimpy nightshirt, just in case your mum stops by after church.”
“You think of everything.”
“That’s why you love me.”
“It is,” he laughed as he scooped her into his arms and began walking to the stairs. “That and the fact that you make me happier than I have a right to be.”
“You have the same right to be happy as everyone else Richey.” Jen kissed his shoulder blade as Richey began to go up the stairs. Then the doorbell rang.
“With timing like this it has to be my mother,” Richey sighed heavily.
“Doesn’t matter Red! One of the joys of us living together is that we have lots of opportunities to make love,” Jen swiftly kissed the tip of his nose. “We’d better let her in.”

Richey put her down and opened the door, only to find Sean walking in covered in blood and with a black eye that had almost completely shut.
“Fucking hell Sean!” exclaimed Jen. “Who did this to you, come on into the kitchen. I’ll see what I can do.”
Richey just gazed as though mesmerized, at Sean and his injuries. He suddenly had an inclination as to how the others all felt when he cut and was covered in blood. Seeing his friend like that hurt more than the cutting did.
Sean was mute with shock. He was drained of colour and his skin was clammy to the touch.
“Red, darling, would you get me some blankets and call Nicky and James please?” Asked Jen as she concentrated on cleaning Sean’s wounds as much as she could, “Oh and could you wrap a small bag of peas or something out of the freezer in a towel, for a compress.”
Richey said nothing but did as she asked. He was stunned at how calm she remained and how methodical she was being. All the while, Jen continued to chat with Sean to let him know what she was about to do, and apologise in case it stung him.
“Sean, sweetheart,” Jen said softly. “Do you want us to call the police?”
Sean remained silent but ever so slightly shook his head. His body was beginning to shake as the shock hit him.
Richey stood against the kitchen door once Sean had been covered in the blankets and encouraged to hold the cold towel against his head, and watched. James and Nicky weren’t in, so he would try them in another few minutes.
“Sean, you’ve got blood coming from near your stomach and I have to check it and clean it. I’m going to pull your shirt out and open it but try and keep the blankets round you to keep you warm ok?” Jen looked at Rich and shrugged her shoulders before getting the shirt out of the way. “Fucking hell! Sean, who was it that stabbed you? We really need to get the police in.”
“Stabbed?” shrieked Richey unsure he’d heard right.
“Umm. Luckily it’s not too deep and I don’t think it needs stitches. I’ve seen you do worse than this and not get stitches,” she hadn’t meant it nastily but she knew it stung by the way Richey gazed at the floor and then silently went to the phone, to again try Nick and James’ number. “Damn! Red I’m sorry.”
Richey’s legs seemed to be made of lead and suddenly appeared to weigh a ton apiece.
Jen swore at herself quietly and shook her head, only too aware that she had hurt Richey. She could hear him speaking so guessed that he’d managed to get hold of Nicky and James. After cleaning Sean’s stab wound, Jen made a pad of cotton wool wrapped in gauze and taped it to his stomach. “The bleeding’s slowed down Sean so this should be enough. I’ll put a proper bandage on it in a while ok?”
Sean remained silent, staring straight ahead.
“They’re both on the way over,” whispered Richey as he re-entered the kitchen. “How is he?”
“Oh, Richey I’m so sorry. I must have sounded so heartless,” Jen stroked his face as her eyes pleaded for forgiveness. “Sean’s wounds are ok. It’s the shock I’m worried about.”
“Hey, I understand perfectly what you meant so don’t worry. And well done, I can’t believe how calm you’ve been with all this,” lovingly he smiled and fingered some hair away from her face. “I’m proud of you, Jen.”
She wasn’t ready for the kiss that was possibly why she enjoyed it so much. It was warm and loving without being passionate yet it was amazingly emotive. Richey’s arms enfolded her tenderly and his hands roamed over her back lightly. Making her feel loved and also appreciated. “I love you Red. Thanks.”
“Hey, why are you thanking me?”
“For opening yourself up enough to let me love you and for loving me back.”
“Now that,” he whispered, “is my pleasure.”

Richey and Jen continued to check on Sean, giving him assurance that his bleeding had been stemmed and that his shock was slowly subsiding. They did what they could to keep him comfortable until James arrived, and they hoped that then he would talk and agree to get the police.

Richey opened the door and James rushed through shouting Sean’s name. As he saw his cousin covered in blood, with an eye that was so swollen it was shut tight, and flinching so evidently in pain, James started to cry. He knelt next to the kitchen chair and hugged his cousin as hard as he dare to, relieving the pressure as Sean tensed and groaned.
Unable to get Sean to talk, James went to Nicky and broke down in his arms. Nicky cuddled him warmly and kissed him sweetly on his cheek. Nicky was so much taller than James was and with the very loose shirt he was wearing, he appeared to completely envelop James. James didn’t protest, instead he seemed to need Nick to comfort him and was at ease about Richey and Jen seeing them together.
Jen was talking softly to Sean, who appeared to be occasionally muttering a response, which was a good sign. She lovingly stroked his face being careful not to hurt his eye or his swollen mouth, and held him caringly, her body curled into his.
Richey just watched, not sure about the way he was feeling seeing the way the two of them interacted. It was as though a knot was tied deep in the pit of his stomach. He was jealous. Here was his friend, in need of help and in a bad way, and Richey was jealous of the closeness between his friend and Jen. He felt ashamed and began to leave the kitchen, when Nicky tugged at his arm and quizzically stared at him, however Richey could hardly make eye contact.
Nicky slipped away from James after kissing him once more, and spoke with Richey, “what’s up Red?”
“Fuck Nick I don’t know what’s up with me.”
“Why? Come on, what is it?”
“I just can’t get rid of this jealousy thing. I mean, poor Sean has been beaten up and I feel fucking jealous of the attention that he’s getting from Jen. It hurts.”
“Oh, Red. You know she loves you and doesn’t want anyone else.”
“I know. How do you and James deal with it? I mean people are always trying to pick you up”
“It’s hard, but ultimately I trust him and he trusts me. If you’re not careful you get into the ‘self fulfilling prophecy’ stuff. Your behaviour changes and you give them so much grief that eventually they think, ‘hell I may as well do it if I’m gonna be accused of it.’ You don’t want that to happen.”
“I don’t want to lose her Nicky. She’s the best thing.”
“Then just enjoy being with her. Remember why you fell in love with her and let her be that person and let her grow, but don’t stifle her. She’ll get claustrophobic.” Nick sighed at his friend, wishing he could say more to make things ok for him. “Try to remember that, she’s with you because she wants to be. Other men may talk to her and flirt, but it’s you she goes home with, and you she sleeps with, plus it’s you she makes love with. Keep that thought.”
“I will try to Nicky, thanks,” and he hugged his friend warmly. “You and James still seem very loved up.”
“Yeah we are! He’s a stunner in the bedroom too!”
“Nick! That’s way too much info.”
“It made you smile though, didn’t it?”
Nicky and Richey watched as both Jen and James sat either side of Sean, talking with him and soothing him.
“We’re all lucky to know her Red,” smile Nicky. “She’s a great girl.”
Richey said nothing, but merely smiled and nodded in agreement before he and Nicky went to sit in the lounge.

Around an hour later James walked in and slumped against Nicky, wrapping his arms around him as though desperate for comfort.
“James what’s wrong? Sean’s going to be ok isn’t he?” asked Nicky with concern as he cradled his lover affectionately.
“He won’t go to the police because SHE did this to him and he feels ashamed at being attacked by a woman.”
“Hailey?” cried Richey.
“He’ll be ok now, sweetheart. We’ll look after him,” said Nick as he hugged James even closer.
“I’ve said I’ll go and stay with him,” James said as he looked up at Nicky. “You don’t mind do you?”
Nicky caressed James’ face tenderly and then planted a loving kiss his lips, and smiled, “of course I don’t. It’s no problem James. You go and take care of him.”
Richey watched the interaction between the two men. Both of them were so at ease with showing their emotions and so very relaxed with one another. In fact, they were a little too relaxed and Richey returned to the kitchen as James and Nicky became a little ‘overheated.’

Jen was cradling Sean as he was trying to talk with her, his crying getting in the way. She stroked his hair and planted tiny little butterfly kisses on his forehead. Richey tried to force down the emotions rising once more from deep within, but the struggle was becoming tougher and tougher. He knew he was being irrational and desperately tried silently repeating the things Nicky had said to him, but to no avail. His jealousy continued to burn and rage further and further out of control. Jen saw the pained expression and mistook it as a sign of concern for Sean, so she spoke briefly to Sean and then made her way over to Richey.
“He’ll be fine,” she said as she took hold of one of his hands in her own and rubbed her thumb over it. “He’s talking a little more now.”
Richey flinched a little under her touch, and pulled his hand back completely. “Sorry Jen. Not now, yeah?”
“What ‘not now’, Red?” she asked feeling somewhat bemused.
“Why not just let me know what happened.”
“I don’t know much, just what he told me and James earlier that’s all; that Hailey attacked him. He’d told her a couple of days ago that it was over and she’d been leaving him obnoxious messages on the phone. He’d also had the tyres slashed on the car, and it had had paint stripper thrown over it.”
“She sounds like a real psycho,” said Richey with a note of irony in his voice. “She’s the reason he’s been in a foul mood lately isn’t she?”
“Yes she is. She’s beaten him before but always so his clothes would hide the bruises. He wanted to confide in you all but felt so stupid he couldn’t. I saw one of the bruises when he was clearing out some of the guttering and made him let me check him over.”
“How long ago?” his voice was stern and not at all compassionate.
“Erm, about five months ago, I guess why?” Jen asked.
“You could have told me.”
“No Red I couldn’t!” Jen stated forcefully. “ I promised and I never break a confidence or have you conveniently forgotten that?”
“That’s different! I’m your fucking lover and I expect you to keep my secrets private between us. However, you don’t fucking trust me enough to confide in me about the shit my friends are coping with do you? What’s up Jen, do you think I’m gonna go and bloody slice myself open?”
James and Nicky ran through to find out what all the commotion was; “fuck you two, calm down will you?”
“No I fucking won’t,” screamed Richey. “She wouldn’t confide in me James. Why is that huh?”
“Because Sean made her pledge that she wouldn’t. Being the good friend she is she kept her promise and it can’t have been easy for her. It’s a heavy burden for anyone to carry on their own.”
“So you haven’t noticed the way they ‘cosy’ up together then? The loving little touches and kisses? The way they stroke each other’s hair gently when they talk? Well I have. They fancy each other, hell, they may even be having an affair.”
“Richey no!” gasped Jen. “How could you think that? I love you.”
“Come on Red. Let’s go and talk this through ok?” said Nick as he tried to guide Richey outside. “You’re upset, we all are.”
“Richey,” came a small shaky voice, “nothing’s happening. I give you my word.”
Sean and Richey locked eyes on each other. Sean had tears streaming down his face and was visibly shaking with emotion. Richey then gazed at Jen, who was also sobbing and being comforted by James who was glaring at Richey with immense anger. Nicky just stood in the middle of them all, shaking his head wildly. “Don’t you ever listen to what we have to say Red? I talked with you and still you go and fuck up.”
“James can we go home now?” muttered Sean hesitantly.
“Sure thing,” his cousin answered, and then he moved forward and embraced Nicky warmly, giving him a deep kiss as he held his hands. “I’ll call you later Nick ok?”
“No problem love,” Nicky smiled. “Just look after the little fella yeah? I’ll be thinking of you Sean.”
Sean nodded but said nothing. Instead he painfully made his way to the door, every step obviously hurting. James winked once more at Nicky and then put his arm protectively around his cousin as they left.

“So, you two,” sighed Nicky. “Are you going to be alright or do you want me to stay for a while and help mediate?”
“You get off Nicky, really. There’s no need for you to stay here.” Jen knew she sounded less than convincing. “Now there’s less chaos and emotion it’ll be ok.”
“You sure?” he asked. “ I don’t mind staying. For both of you.”
“Thanks Nick but I think I need to sort this myself,” said Richey very quietly. “This is my mistake.”
Jen smiled a nervous smile, as did Richey, so Nicky decided to leave them to talk things through. He hugged both of them warmly and told both of them to call if they needed to before leaving.

The tension in the air between them was palpable.
“Red, why didn’t you speak with me?”
“I didn’t think you’d understand. Figured you’d think I was being paranoid.”
Jen sniggered and shrugged. “You’ve made something out of nothing. I’m disappointed. I prided myself on our ability to talk and be honest about our emotions and concerns. Hell I got that one wrong didn’t I?”
“I’m sorry. I behaved like an idiot.”
“We’ll talk about this in the morning. Right now I’m going to shower and then get some sleep. It’s been a long night.”
“I’ll see you in the morning. Sleep well.”
“Aren’t you coming up too?” Jen asked. “You must be tired too.”
“Figured you’d want me in the other room out of your way.”
“That won’t solve anything will it?” she moved in front of him and ran her hands over his chest. “Come on. Let’s go to bed.”
“I am sorry Jen. I know that sounds contrived right now, but I am, and I really do love you.”
“Hey, it’s ok Red,” delicately her fingers brushed over his face. “We’ll talk tomorrow. Now we need sleep.”
With an uneasy truce, they held hands as they made their way to the bedroom, aware that the following would be fraught with difficulties.

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