Leaving
by David Heulfryn

 

The day had finally arrived. Today we were moving to Cockaigne. Last night, Finn wanted to spend one final night in my bed. He was so excited that he struggled to get to sleep. I kept hold of him to stop him from tossing and turning, and eventually, we drifted off to sleep.

We were both woken abruptly by Dad bursting into our room. He grabbed my duvet and threw it off my bed. Like ordinary teenage boys, Finn and I had erections. I rolled onto my back, rubbing the sleep from my eyes, exposing myself to Dad. He didn’t say anything about it, but he did take a look.

“Come on, Boys. Get up. Today’s the day, so we have no time to waste.”

Our bedroom was bare. Everything had been packed away, waiting for the removal men to load them onto the lorry. We had showered last night and just had to put on our clothes. I dressed in a t-shirt and sweatpants, and Finn stayed naked. I suspected he wouldn’t get dressed until the last moment before we left.

Mum was downstairs doing the last bit of packing, mainly in the kitchen. She had made coffee for her and Dad and a glass of orange juice for Finn and me. She put some prepacked pain-au-chocolate on small plates for us to eat. Everything else was in boxes.

Mum put whatever was left in our fridge into a coolbox as we ate breakfast.

The removal men weren’t late, but we were ready early, and Mum was eager. It was still early, and we were literally waiting, twiddling our thumbs. Mum kept checking her watch and looking out the window.

Finally, the lorry arrived. Mum rushed out to greet them. A middle-aged man with a pot belly spoke to her, and a younger man who looked barely out of his teens stood by, waiting.

She seemed to be questioning why the company had only sent two men. But they assured her it was enough.

Mum came back into the house, and they followed. They wasted no time in loading the van. Dad and I did what we could, carrying boxes and small bits of furniture out.

Finn was excited and proved little help. He stayed naked.

“Finn!” Mum shouted, “Will you put some clothes on! You’re distracting the removal men.”

“We don’t mind, Ma’am.” The young removal man said. His older colleague tutted.

The older man chastised his young colleague as they carried a large sideboard to the van. “Stop ogling that boy. He’s barely into puberty. Can’t you see those pubes are new, even in Cockaigne, a lad your age couldn’t do anything with him.”

“I know, Bert. I just like his enthusiasm. He’s so excited about moving to Cockaigne. He reminds me of me five years ago.”

“He must only be about thirteen,” Bert said.

“He’s going to love it.” The young man said.

As I placed a light side table on the driveway in front of the lorry, I saw James. I ran over to him and hugged him tight. We kissed.

“I’m glad you’re here.”

“Bloody hell, Owen. Now we’ll get no help from Max.” Mum tutted as she saw us kissing at the foot of our driveway.

“James can help, Mum,” I called back.

James looked at me, “You seriously think I’m going to lift a single finger to help you move away from me? I’m going to keep you here for as long as I can,” James smiled. I knew he was happy for me.

“I wish you could come with us, but Mum says we’ll be in a mess when we move in, and you’ll get in the way.”

“I could hide away in the lorry, and you could sneak me into your bed.”

“I wish.” I sighed, “But I promise you can come over soon.” I kissed him again.

I took James inside, but there was nowhere to sit. All the chairs had been loaded onto the lorry, so we went into the kitchen and sat on the kitchen top.

Mum tutted when she saw us. She was getting stressed. Dad was doing an excellent job of keeping out of her way, and Finn was parading around naked. He kept getting in the way.

“Go into the kitchen and stay with your brother.” She shouted at Finn. “And put some clothes on.”

Finn looked moody when he came into the kitchen. “She’s taking all the fun out of moving.” He huffed.

“There are things to do, Finn. We have a deadline when we have to be out of here and a deadline at the other end when we need to pick up the keys. We can’t hand over the keys to the new owners until I get a call from the solicitor. So moving is not fun, Finn.” Mum yelled at him.

I smiled and whispered, “It’s not fun, Finn.”

He giggled and pulled himself up onto the kitchen top next to me.

Mum saw him as she dashed by, “Finn!” She shouted. “I prepare food on that top.” She shrugged, “I give in. I bloody give in.”

I looked over at Finn. He looked upset. I wrapped my arm over his shoulders and hugged him. “She’s stressed, Min. She doesn’t mean it.”

“Perhaps I should go.” James offered.

I wrapped my other arm over his shoulders and pulled him to me. “I won’t hear of it. I’m here between the two best people in the world.”

“You soppy sod.” Finn sniffed away a tear but managed to control himself.

“We need to stop stressing Mum, though.” I looked at Finn. “Please, just this once, will you get dressed early, Min. It might de-stress her a little.”

“Okay, Max.” Finn slipped down and disappeared.

“What can I do?” James asked.

“Just sit there and look sexy.” I turned and kissed him.

“Max put him down. We’re behind my schedule.” Mum looked at James, “If you’re going to stay, you can help. I’ve got more important jobs for you than looking sexy.”

“What do you want us to do, Mum?” I asked.

“Bring all the boxes from upstairs downstairs and leave them by the lorry. The removal men are concentrating on the furniture.”

“Yes, Mum,” I said, grabbing James’ hand and pulling him upstairs.

“Your Mum thinks I’m sexy.” James giggled.

“She’s not the only one.” I surreptitiously squeezed his crotch.

Mum relaxed a little now that we were helping, and Finn was dressed. As the lorry doors closed, she told us we were ahead of schedule. She made sure the men knew the address, and they left. Finn was in the house going round every room, saying goodbye. James and I stood on the drive, facing each other. His eyes were glassy, coated in tears.

“I’m going to miss you.” He blubbed.

I hugged him, and both of us started to cry. “I’m going to miss you too.”

We let our tears flow as Mum went into the house to yell and Finn, telling him it was time to leave.

“Put him down, Max.” Finn giggled as he got into the car.

“I love you so much, Max.” James blubbed.

“I love you, James.” We were both crying, holding each other tightly in our arms. I didn’t want to let go. James didn’t want to either. I knew we’d see each other soon, but it was the moment we were to be separated.

Mum was huffing and tapping her feet, frustrated at us. Dad whispered to her, telling her to get in the car and he’ll sort it.

Dad came up to us and gently placed his hand on my shoulder. “Come on, Max. We need to go.” He whispered.

I sniffed and pulled away from James. Our eyes were red and swollen. I wiped away the tears on his cheek. “We’ll be fine, James.”

“I know.” He said and kissed me again and then embraced me. “I love you, Max.”

“I love you, James.”

I heard Dad sigh. I think our constant declarations of love were getting tiresome. “Come on, Max. Let’s go.”

We broke apart, and I placed one last kiss on James’ lips.

“Will you be alright getting home?” Dad asked James.

“I will.” He sniffed and wiped his nose on the back of his hand.

“Come on, Max.” He draped his arm around my shoulder and led me to the car.

I sat down and belted up. I turned and could still see James. He waved at me, and I waved back as Dad drove away.

The moment we were on the road, I grabbed my phone and messaged James, <I miss you already.>

Finn laughed hysterically, “What was all that mushy stuff if you’re contacting him already?”

“You don’t understand, Finn,” I said flatly.

He leaned over and rested his head on my shoulder. “I’m just teasing. But I know you and James will be fine, and he’ll visit in a few days once we are settled.”

“I know, Min.” I kissed the top of his head and wrapped my arm around him.

“This is it, Max. We’re actually moving. I actually feel a little sad.”

“Why, Min?” Finn was also excited about the move.

“I’m going to miss my mates, especially Rick. And I suppose I’m going to miss our old life. That house has so many memories. We’ve shared so much in our bedroom. We’ve both changed so much.”

I stroked his hair. “I know, Min. I’ve seen you grow up so much in the last few years. I’m proud of you, Min. You grew into who you are now. You are proud to be who you are. Proud to be gay and proud to be a naturist.”

“Thanks, Max.” Finn snuggled into me on the back seat. The seat belts made it awkward, but he was determined. “I’m proud of you, too.”

“We’ll keep those memories forever, Min. But it’s time to make new memories. You may even find a boyfriend.”

“Really!” Finn wanted a boyfriend, but he never had any luck.”

“Yes, Really, Min.” I smiled, “Cockaigne is full of weirdos like you. You’ll find one easily.” I chuckled, my body causing Finn’s head to rock.

“I’m not a weirdo.” Finn slapped my leg. “I bet I could find a better boyfriend than James.”

I held Finn’s head and kissed his scalp. “I know you will. I want you to make the best of this move. This is your time, Min. I’ll be here whenever you need me.” We had forgotten we weren’t alone. We talked like we were alone, like we were back in bed, spooning each other, sharing our private thoughts. Mum and Dad were getting a glimpse into our private relationship, and they didn’t disturb us.

“James is a brilliant boyfriend, Max. I can’t wait for him to visit. I want the three of us to explore.”

“As long as you wear clothes, Min.” I smiled.

“That’ll depend on the weather. I’ve already learnt that the weather determines how many naked bodies you see in Cockaigne.”

“You know James and I won’t be naked.”

“Pity. James has got a great body.”

“He does have a great body.” I sighed absentmindedly and felt my cock thicken.

“Don’t worry, Max. You’ll see it again soon. And hopefully, so will I.” Finn giggled.

“I’ve told you to stop perving over my boyfriend.” I chuckled.

“You know what they say, Max. You can look but don’t touch. I’ll do the looking. You do the touching.” Finn giggled.

I looked ahead and noticed the sign getting closer. We would be in Cockaigne in a few seconds. Finn didn’t see. He closed his eyes, enjoying the feel of my arm holding him.

“I love you, Min,” I whispered.

“I love you, too, Max,” Finn replied.

I watched as the sign disappeared behind us.

“Min.” I said softly, “We’re now in Cockaigne.”

I felt Finn snuggle closer to me. I expected him to take off his clothes, but he held me tighter instead.

“I love you, Max.”

“I love you, Min.”

We now had a new life and new adventures. Whatever our life would be in Cockaigne, it would be nothing short of interesting. It seemed we were both filled with excitement and trepidation.

 

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