melody_secrets-and-truths

SECRETS AND TRUTHS by Melody

PART 1

“I don’t want to get up,” moaned Richey petulantly, hugging the duvet as tightly as he could muster. “Sod going to the studios, we’ll stay in bed all day.”
Nicky walked over, sat on the bed and stroked Richey’s face tenderly. “Try explaining that to James, I’m sure he’ll be highly impressed.”
Richey huffed. “We ought to tell him, tell them all for that.”
“Not one of your better ideas love. Our parents would be devastated, you know their opinion on same sex relationships.”
“But my parents love you, I get on well with your folks. You know I think once they get over the shock they’ll be fine about it.”
“Is that why we both pretend we have separate bedrooms when they come to visit?”
Richey pulled a face; he had no answer to that one.

Richey and Nicky had been having a clandestine relationship for years. It was incredible that they had managed to hide it from all and sundry for so long. There had been many times when their secret was almost discovered but somehow they had always got a way with it, although from the suspicious glances they often got, people did obviously wonder if there may be more than a friendship between the two men.

They had bought the apartment seven months ago, going to extreme lengths to make it look as though they were merely flatmates. One morning Richey’s mum had turned up out of the blue. Richey wearing only his boxers had gone to dressed and was about to walk into their bedroom when he realised that his mother would question why he was going to get his clothes from Nicky’s room. He hurriedly dressed in his room then knocked on the other door calling Nicky and informing him that they had a visitor.

Nicky’s blood ran cold. He had a large love bite on his neck resulting from their frenzied lovemaking during the night. He would have to conceal it. Sherry had called them the previous night so knew that neither of them had gone out or had a girl at the apartment, meaning that he couldn’t blame it on a girlfriend.

He grabbed a beige roll neck sweater and pair of jeans, at least the sweater covered the tell tale mark. Then he remembered the lubricant in the bathroom. He would have to remove it as discreetly as possible. If Sherry saw it she would be shocked and demanding answers. With any luck Richey would have removed it already but Nick thought that highly unlikely.

He was right, Richey hadn’t moved it.

After a quick wash Nicky said hello to Sherry, giving her a warm hug, then went to help Richey who was preparing tea and biscuits. He had given Richey a quick kiss and caressed his arse when Sherry walked in. Fortunately Nicky had pulled his hand away in time. That was by no means the only time they had nearly been discovered; it was a regular occurrence.

“Come on love,” Nicky sighed slipping a hand under the duvet to caress Richey. “Let’s go and get some work done. It’s no good putting it off.”
Coyly Richey stared at Nicky, a mischievous grin forming on his beautiful lips, his eyes full of devilment. “You know what touching me like that does,” he sniggered. “You’re going to have to shag me or finish me with your hand.”

Nicky glanced at the clock beside the bed, they were cutting it a bit fine but how could he refuse Richey? “If James has a go at us for being late I’m blaming you,” Nicky informed Richey whilst hurriedly discarding his clothes.
“Fine, I have no problem with that, not at all. Bloody hurry up will you?”
“I’m going as quick as I can.”
“Well it’s not quick enough. It’s not nice to be kept waiting.”

Now naked, Nicky slid under the duvet, hugging the smaller man in his arms, kissing Richey’s neck. “Now stop moaning.”
“My dick is in desperate need of some attention Nicky, look!” He threw the duvet back exposing his large stiff manhood. “You’re neglecting me. It’s inhumane to make me wait so long.”
“If you don’t shut up I’ll make you wait longer still,” Nicky grinned tantalisingly stroking Richey’s downy abdomen with featherlight touches. “Then you can complain about being neglected.”
“That’s cruel.”

Nicky guided Richey beneath him. Staring into his lover’s eyes he winked then started kissing Richey’s chest, paying particular attention to his highly sensitive nipples.
Richey whined. “As much as I love your foreplay, can we please cut to the chase before I go insane with frustration?”
Nicky cocked his head to one side. “You need to learn patience Rich,” he sighed. “I want to enjoy all of your body, not just your dick.”

Richey pouted. “And usually I appreciate it, really I do,” he said quietly. “But right now my dick is throbbing so much it’s almost painful. Please Nicky, I need it.”
“Oh you poor thing, I’ll put you out of your misery then. Any special requests? Blow job? Hand job? A hand job at the same time as being fucked?”
“I love it when you talk dirty,” Richey winked. “A blow job would be good, I love cumming in your mouth.”

“Oh God,” Nicky sighed heavily, his own body responding, getting more and more excited. “That does it. I am definitely going to fuck you, feel what you’ve done to me.”
Grinning wildly Richey lowered his hands, whimpering when he touched Nicky’s large erection. “Mmm, so lovely,” he observed, stroking it lovingly, admiring the way it continued to grow. “Such a big boy Nick.”
“Damn Rich you can’t stop now! We’ll have to 69. You’ve got me too excited to leave it alone.”

“Ooh good!” sang Richey in excitement. “Can I go on top?”
“We could do it sideways.”
“But I want to go on top,” insisted Richey, vociferously.
Quite frankly Nicky wasn’t bothered how they did it, so long as they did something and soon. It never ceased to amaze him how easily Richey could arouse him. No woman had been able to turn him on so much or so quickly, and he’d had his fair share, as had Richey.

“One of these days,” bellowed James angrily, “the pair of you will surprise the hell out of me by getting here on time.”
“It was my fault,” offered Richey, desperately forcing down his giggles. “It took an age to rouse me this morning. I didn’t get much sleep.”
“According to you, you never get much sleep Rich. It’s remarkable when you consider the amount of time you spend in bed these days.” James eyed him suspiciously. He knew that Richey was up to something.

Nicky butted in, stopping James from making any more comments. “I think I need to get a TV in my room then Richey won’t always have to go to his room and watch it on his bed. Unfortunately when we want to watch different things it tends to be me that gets the lounge.”
“I’ve heard some lame excuses in my time Wire but that takes the biscuit.”

Sean, who had been sat in a chair absorbed in a broadsheet newspaper suddenly grew interested at the building conflict.

“Meaning?” enquired Nicky uncomfortably. Had James guessed their secret?
James shook his head, tutting as he did so. “Why are you hiding the truth from us Nick? Do you honestly think we don’t know?”
Richey shot Nicky a petrified glance. Was James so angry because he was disgusted at their shenanigans? Perhaps Nicky had been right and telling everyone was not such a good idea.

“What the hell are you talking about James?”
“You and Richey is what I’m talking about. Do you honestly think it’s healthy? What makes it worse is all the lies you use to cover it up, we’re not stupid.”
“Oh.” For once in his life Nicky was speechless, dreading the complexity of the unfolding situation.
“Indeed,” snarled James.

Sean glanced at Nicky waiting for his response; this was getting really engrossing now.

“I don’t see why what we do or don’t do is any of your concern.”
Everyone spun to face Richey, having expected him to stay silent, letting Nicky do all of the explaining.
James looked like he was going to go berserk. “Oh don’t you Richey?” he spat venomously. “I know that you’re both enjoying the freedom of being away from your parents or sharing a bed at Philip’s but that does not mean that you have to spend every night screwing groupies!”

Relief washed over Nicky’s face, Richey allowed himself a wry grin. Transfixed, Sean eagerly awaited Richey and Nicky’s replies.
“You think we spend every night shagging?” Nicky wasn’t sure how he managed to keep a straight face. He and Richey did have sex almost every night but with each other, not with groupies like James believed. “You know I value my sleep too much James.”
“From the amount of scratches and love bites you are both regularly parading there is obviously some shagging going on.”

Richey looked at Nicky who grinned back at him, both nodding in synchronisation. Without saying a word they had decided that the time was right to tell the truth.
“What’s so fucking funny?” James demanded to know.
Nicky stood next to Richey, taking the smaller man’s hands in his own.

Sean was captivated.

James was stunned.

Unnecessarily Nicky explained. “We’re not shagging groupies. We are more than flatmates.”
“Oh God!” James rubbed his hand over his face then sat down, trying to absorb the news.
In the corner Sean raised his broadsheet to hide his big knowing grin. He had lost count of how many times he had hinted to James, Martin, Terri and Philip that Nicky and Richey were more than friends. Now he had been proved right it would be hard to contain his smugness.

“How long?” James eventually muttered, still shocked at the revelation.
“Years,” Richey supplied happily, holding Nicky in his arms and kissing him.
“Years?”
“Mmm. Since we were in school.”
“But Rachel and Jo?”
“We never had physical relationships with them,” explained Nicky, happily cuddling Richey, oblivious to James’ embarrassment. “Only ever a friendship.”
“But you and Rachel were engaged. You stayed at hotels together.”
Poor James, he was having a hard time grasping the intricacies.

“We never had sex. Rachel grew more and more suspicious until one day she finally asked me straight out. She took the news amazingly well, agreeing to keep up the pretence.”
“So when you see her now it’s purely as friends?”
“As I said. She suggested that we say she called the engagement off so I could experience more of the single life.”
“You shagged groupies, both of you.”
“Most of the time because you two forced them on us,” Richey piped up, lifting his head from Nicky’s chest. “You were so insistent. How many times did you present a groupie to us in our room James? How many of those times did you stay to watch the entertainment? Didn’t exactly give us much opportunity to refuse as I recall.”

“Fuck. I never…well…it erm…it never occurred to me that…”
“That we could be gay?”
“Hmm. I’ve been so stupid.”
“Not really,” Nicky said softly hoping to assuage a portion of the guilt and embarrassment that James was evidently experiencing. “We didn’t want people to know, especially our parents. Telling them is going to be really hard. You know their attitude to same sex relationships.”
“Give them time,” James advised. “They’ll come to terms with it, especially when they discover how long you’ve been together.”
“Time will tell.”

“Oh come here,” James stood up and held out his arms. First Nicky then Richey gave him warm, friendly hugs. “I’m glad that you’ve told us. I’m happy for you. Confused but happy.”
“That means a lot,” Nicky smiled. “I promise I won’t do anything to shame you or make you uncomfortable.”
“Nicky you’ve been doing that all your life!” laughed James, slapping his friend’s back. “So long as you don’t make out in front of me I’m sure I’ll survive.”

Martin walked into the room. “Sorry about being so bloody long on the phone. Philip will be with us later.” Sensing a strange atmosphere he glanced at each of the men in turn, a feeling of dread washing over him. “Ok, what’s happened? Please don’t tell me you’ve had a fight.”
The four friends exchange glances, shrugged shoulders, rolled eyes and frowned, unsure as to who should say what. Sean decided that the best course of action was to read his paper.

“Actually we’ve had some good news,” James grinned cheekily.
Martin was intrigued. “Oh?”
“Yeah, Nicky and Richey are in a relationship. Nice eh?”
“Relationship? As in with each other?”
“Didn’t I just say that?” James smirked, urging the others out of the room, leaving Martin alone to digest and come to terms with the news.

Philip and Terri both took the news well, happy for their two friends and to a degree, relieved. For some reason it was right for them to be a couple, they complimented each other. Now Nicky and Richey’s immediate concern was telling their parents. It filled them with trepidation. Was there any discreet or tactful way to inform your mum and dad that you were in love with another man? Not really, they both concluded.

“Home at last,” chirped Nicky locking the door behind them. “I’m going to have a shower then I’ll start cooking. I feel sweaty and sticky after being cooped up all day.”
“Erm I think I’ll join you,” Richey grinned mischievously, smacking Nicky’s arse. “You need me to wash your back.”
“Don’t try to appear so innocent Teddy,” drawled Nicky sensuously. “I know that you have an ulterior motive.”
“Who, me?” Richey pouted dramatically, doing his best impression of being offended. “I’m disappointed in you for thinking such a thing Wire.”

Nicky grabbed Richey, tugging the smaller man into his torso making Richey stumble. “Put it this way Teddy, I would hope that it isn’t going to be an innocent shower. My dick is interested already, feel.”
“Bloody jeans,” muttered Richey opening the top button then slowly undoing the zip. “Can’t feel a thing beneath them, they’re so thick.”

Nicky hissed when Richey’s hand made contact with his ever hardening cock beneath his boxers. Finding a tiny bit of resistance, Nicky gently took hold of Richey’s wrists, stopping him delivering his wonderful caresses for a moment and smiled tenderly. “I love you Richey.”
“I know and, surprisingly, I love you Nicky. So very bloody much.”

“I really don’t know why I bother cooking for you Richey. You don’t eat enough to feed a sparrow.”
Richey smiled a killer smile and winked at Nicky. “I may not eat much but I do appreciate it. You’re a great little cook.”
“I’m a damned good housewife,” Nicky shot back, waving his sud-covered hands.

“Shame that you haven’t worn that little frilly apron for a while. Always turns me on, seeing you in that.” Richey walked behind Nicky, wrapping his arms around his slender waist he began to undo Nicky’s jeans, pushing them and Nicky’s undies down to his knees.
Nicky lolled his head back, revelling in Richey’s deft touches. He knew precisely where and how to touch him to drive him demented with passion.

“Why don’t you go and slip it on now?” Richey whispered seductively, nibbling Nicky’s earlobe making him sigh and moan.”
“Umm.”
“Is that a yes?”
“No, not now Rich. You…oh…when you…oh fuck.”

Nicky was being transported to some ethereal plain, world between reality and fantasy. He was almost in a dreamlike state, everything slowing down to nothing more than a slow crawl.

Visions of a naked, wanton Richey continually popped up in his mind, increasing his need and desire. In a moment of clarity and lucidity he tittered quietly, recalling how he and Richey had had sex in every room in the apartment. For them it wasn’t only the bedroom that was for sex, it was anywhere, anytime. To put it bluntly they were insatiable.

If James, Sean, Martin or Philip knew how many times they’d had oral sex or masturbated each other when they had supposedly gone to get changed or freshen up, they’d be shocked. Richey and Nicky could give rabbits a run for their money, so high was their sex drive.

Bit by bit Nick’s grasp on reality waned, his dreamlike state taking over. Panting and writhing, he knew that his release was near. What sweet agony! He grunted, then spasmed, his strings of cum making patterns in the foamy soap suds of the washing up bowl.
Thank goodness all of the pots were finished, thought Richey nuzzling Nicky’s neck passionately, waiting for Nicky to return to reality.

Nicky reached a hand behind, caressing Richey’s arse. “That was an unexpected pleasure. Thank you.”
“Fancy an early night?” Richey asked hopefully, opening the buttons of Nick’s shirt in readiness.
“You bet I do!” Nicky discarded his jeans, briefs and shirt in the kitchen, groaning when Richey sashayed toward their bedroom deliberately wiggling his adorable little arse at Nick as if to say ‘come and get me.’ “You bloody tease Edwards! Wait till I get my hands on you.”
“Your mouth too I trust,” taunted the faint voice.
Oh yes, most definitely, thought Nicky.

Caught up in their lovemaking neither heard the door being unlocked or their names being called. For the boys, their pleasure was paramount and both were caught up in the exquisiteness of the dramatic sensations enveloping their bodies and minds. No one else existed, only them in a wondrous state of rapturous bliss, soaring from high to greater high.

Nicky grunted as his warm cum filled Richey. Panting heavily he clung to him, whispering indecipherable nonsense into his lover’s ear until he regained enough reality to realise he needed to pull out of Richey. Richey rested his head on Nicky’s chest, a hand playing with Nicky’s slightly damp chestnut hair.

“Love you,” Richey murmured.
Nicky stroked Richey’s back with one hand and played with his red hair with his other. “Love you too gorgeous.” Briefly he hugged his lover tighter to him to emphasise the point. Richey stared at Nicky with pure love and adoration, giving in to his desire to kiss him.

“Nicky!”

It was their worst nightmare come true. Nicky’s mum had tapped on the bedroom door, just like she had on the main door. When Nicky didn’t reply she had presumed that he had fallen asleep and that Richey must be out, and decided to wake him up. It was difficult to decipher who was the most shocked of the three.

In a blurry frenzy Irene ran out of the room. Richey and Nicky jumped out of bed, grabbed some clothes and attempted to get dressed. In his panic Richey couldn’t get his jeans on and continually fell over. Nicky had grabbed a pair of jogging bottoms from the floor.

“Mum, don’t go. Please, can we talk?”
Irene was ashen faced, weeping softly with a look of utter confusion on her soft features.
“It’s my fault,” she spluttered, stopping in the dining room, wiping tears away with the back of her hand. “I should never have let myself in.”

Nicky felt impotent. He leaned against the floor to ceiling bookcase, shaking with dread. This was the worst possible way for his mum to find out. Out of the corner of his eyes he caught sight of Richey slinking sullenly out of the bedroom to the kitchen, picking up the discarded clothes and hiding them in the washer. He was obviously uncomfortable with the whole situation as Nicky was, if not worse. He couldn’t even give Nicky eye contact.

“Mum I’m so sorry,” Nicky blustered, his words spilling out in a rush.
“Sorry I discovered you or sorry for what you’ve done?”
Nicky wasn’t sure if the glance she gave him was one of anger or shame. The last time he had felt as bad as this was when he had to tell his parents of his gambling debt and the shame that it had wrought.
“Sorry that you found out this way.”

Irene stared at her son, her eyes red and puffy from her tears. She took a deep breath. “Come and sit here. Both of you.”
Richey knew better than to go against Irene, especially now. She deserved answers and honesty despite the fact that the answers would hurt her. They had deceived her for years. He wouldn’t blame her if she couldn’t forgive them.

Irene’s heart lurched. Nicky was shaking like a leaf and suddenly he had aged a decade at least making him appear like a wizened man in his forties that had neglected himself and been living on the streets.

Richey was frail, like a frightened animal staring down the barrel of a gun.

“Why didn’t you tell me Nicholas?”
Nicky always knew he was in trouble when his mother called him Nicholas. Thank goodness he didn’t have to get up, he didn’t think his legs could support him for anything longer than a couple of seconds.
“Oh mum,” he sighed again, burying his head in his hands. “I’m so sorry. I never intended to upset you or dad.”
“Well you’ve done a successful job of that haven’t you? Are we such harridans, Sherry, and me that you couldn’t confide in us? Are you both so afraid of your fathers or siblings that you had to hide it from them?”

Suddenly the any argument that Nick had convinced himself that he had ready flew out of the window, each one pathetic and inadequate.
Richey shuffled uncomfortably. “Sorry,” he mumbled feebly.
“What hurts is that you never told me Nicholas. I can’t pretend to understand how you and Richey…” she glanced from her son to his friend, trying to grasp the right words. They wouldn’t come. “As a mother what concerns me is your happiness. If that happens to be with another man, I suppose that in time I may grow to accept it with genuine happiness. How long has this been going on?”

Ashamedly Nicky glanced at Richey, his guilt over lying to his parents, a turmoil in his brain. If he didn’t know better he’d swear that his head would burst and that his heart would not be too far behind.
“Since school,” Richey found his voice.
“Oh no!” Irene groaned. “All that time? We really ought to have seen the signs but I suppose it was easier once you started the band to believe that it was all for publicity.”
That did nothing to assuage Nicky’s guilt in the least, rather, it compounded it.

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