Special Friendships
(English Version)
by N Fourbois
PART TWO
I
The first week in July had simply flown past. After Ben had left Oddstones on that Wednesday morning he fully focused his thoughts and actions on the coming weekend when his brother's wedding would take place and at which he was to be the best man. His mind had no time to consider the confusion it had been plunged into at the stagnight. It was simply stored for the time being.
On Saturday Marc and Elly's wedding proceeded smoothly and Ben could justly feel proud of the efforts he had made on his brother's behalf. While the bride and groom left on their honeymoon late in the afternoon it was midnight before the party broke up and he shared a taxi back to Oddstones with Seb. They needed to relax before they went to bed and with those two alone in the house it was inevitable where the conversation between these brothers-in-law twice over should lead, to the one thing they now had in common besides the family, sport and their long friendship.
Ben would be twenty-three years of age later that year. He had been out of university for twelve months during which he took a post teaching maths in an East Anglian prep-school that had also provided him with a bachelor flat. He had enjoyed his year there where he could also pursue his sporting interests. He was even better generally at games than his elder brother and had decided to take a teaching qualification specialising in sport to add to his maths degree. He therefore had three months of leisure in front of him and a pied-à-terre until the end of August. It had been his good fortune that school had broken up on the last Friday of June as that enabled him to apply himself fully to the task of giving his brother a good send-off into married life.
Ben had passed through school unscathed. He had loved his five years at Buckton College where he developed both academically and on the gamesfield. No way did he feel in the shadow of his elder brother whose reputation had however smoothed the path for him and he had finished his career there as Head of School. During that time he had enjoyed the company of his best friend Adam, destined from as early an age as thirteen to marry Ben's sister Jessica, which had happened earlier in the year.
After school Ben spent three years reading maths at Durham and while to assert his independence he did not maintain the family tradition of Cambridge, he had followed the other family tradition of gaining a first. The most extrovert of the three children he enjoyed a full social life and broke many a woman undergraduate's heart for he rivalled Marc as a handsome young man and was the object of many a girl's desire. Unsure on graduating about any career he was offered a post at short notice at the East Anglian prep school which brought him to the area where his brother and sister and future in-laws lived. He had taken to teaching and this made him decide he would seek a professional qualification at the university in Cambridge.
Also, being such an extrovert, he did not think much about his own existence and consequently it ran without a hitch; that is until the stagnight when he met Guy and with a complete absence of any resistance, physical, mental or emotional, was seduced by him. Because of the business of the impending wedding he had had little time to talk to Marc whose experience he would have valued, indeed little time to think any more about it until now, after the celebrations, and being driven back to Oddstones had so vividly switched his mind back to the previous Tuesday night. At last in the small hours of Sunday morning he could finally chill out and furthermore in the company of his brother's boyfriend.
As soon as he had arrived indoors Seb went off to his apartment to discard the morning suit and cravat and when he re-appeared he had slipped into a tee shirt and shorts. Ben raided the fridge and returned to the living room with two glasses and a couple of cans, one of which he offered to Seb. He slumped into an armchair, kicked off his shoes, loosened his cravat and poured himself beer.
At first the conversation was about the wedding - the funny hats, the in-laws who were already in-laws, about who had got drunk and who was flirting with whom until Ben plucked up the courage to say
"Seb, can I ask you about Guy?"
"What do you want know?"
"Marc told me a bit, you know, how he was a good friend of yours." He hesitated. "Well, I slept with him after the stagnight, or rather he slept with me." Seb raised his eyebrows and a broad grin spread across his face.
"You? Never."
"Didn't you know?"
"He kept that quiet. He's not usually so reticent about his conquests, as you might have gathered over dinner on Tuesday." There was a silence as Seb continued grinning to himself, his mind obviously running riot. "You know, I still can't quite believe it. You, the one who can twist every adoring girl round his little finger."
"But that's the odd thing. I enjoyed it - my first time with a bloke and I enjoyed it and now I come to think of it, I never really enjoyed my time with girls at university. I did it because it was the thing to do."
Seb could see that Ben was wrestling for some explanation of his own behaviour.
"And now, are you going to come out?"
"Not at the moment. I'm still a bit confused and I want to be certain. I'll need to talk to Marc, too."
Ben slumped back into the armchair and the conversation lapsed. Both young men savoured their beer. Only, Ben's eyes were looking at Seb, looking at him in a way they had never looked at him before. Fully aware Seb pretended to take no notice. However, he slowly shifted on the sofa, using his years of experience to recline there in a most provocative way. He was testing Ben, or was he teasing him?
Ben's mood was mellowing as he relaxed. He said he was going to change and came back in a pair of step-ins. Seb sat there immobile as Ben came and sat beside him on the sofa. For Seb it was a reversal of rôles after his first House Christmas party at Buckton College when he had sat himself on Marc's lap. He reminisced, telling Ben stories from his schooldays. Ben knew most of the characters involved and giggled as he listened to them. Some he had heard before, some he hadn't.
"Didn't you have any experiences at school?" enquired Seb. "I remember you were considered a bit of a lush. Quite a few lads had a crush on you." Ben thought.
"Not really." He took another sip of beer. "I remember one boy called Jackman - all body odour. He wanted to play me at snooker. That was during my first week there. He was in the sixth form. When we got to the snooker room it was empty and the first thing he did was to get up me against the wall and try and unzip my flies. I belted him and had no trouble from him after that. We had quite a discussion about that at our mentor meeting. I can remember that."
"Yes, and I can remember he had a black eye round about then. I didn't realise it was you, though." They both laughed and Seb told him about the time he had tried something similar on him and how he had ended up by locking Jackman in the snooker room.
"There was one other time," Ben recollected. "It was in the fourth form in the queue for lunch. There was quite a crowd in the corridor and I suddenly felt this hand between my legs touching me up. It was a third former, I'm sure, and oddly I liked it."
"And more significantly you still remember it," interjected Seb.
"Mmm, that's true," pondered Ben, "but before I could do anything the queue had moved on and I never did find out who did it. But there's the difference. Unlike that occasion with Jackman this time I didn't mind. As I say I quite enjoyed it really. Now I wish I had known. With hindsight I might have followed it up."
They continued talking about school and the family holidays they had spent together, laughing and giggling at some of the jolly japes they had got up to until exhaustion suddenly took over. Ben's heart started pounding as he plucked up his courage.
"Seb, can I sleep with you tonight?" There was no hesitation in the reply.
"I think not. There's only one person I want to sleep with and Elly's got priority tonight." Ben blushed. "Don't worry. I'm flattered really, but you'll find this out in time. If you are gay, it's not the cheap thrill you're after. It's a loving relationship. It took Marc and me almost six months before we slept together. And nothing else happened on the first night, either. Guy's a different kettle of fish. He's promiscuous, or to put it another way a randy old goat, not to mention a smooth operator. If it's there, he'll get it one way or the other. But we're not all like him."
They parted amicably and said good night with a hug. But that just left Ben feeling even more frustrated.
II
Next morning they both got up late, unusual for Ben who was normally keen to get on with the God-given day, but the past week had exhausted him, emotionally more than physically. A sociable creature by nature, he appreciated having the family there, and that included the in-laws who seemed more like blood brothers and sister to him and so with both families around he had been in his element. Over a spartan breakfast he challenged Seb to a gentle jog round the lanes. Their talk in the early hours of the morning had sparked off the wicked side of Seb's sense of humour and brought back how he had teased Marc during their 'courtship'. He accepted the challenge without a second thought and went to get changed. And what was he wearing on his return to the kitchen? A snug singlet over those very same white knee-length, body-hugging, see-through shorts under which his packet, supported in a black jockstrap with the straps visibly crossing his buttocks, was obvious to the world in general and Ben in particular. He pretended to ignore Ben's sharp intake of breath and as they proceeded on their chosen route he would stop from time to time to perform erotic and provocative body-stretching exercises, all the while paying no heed to his jogging-partner's obvious delight and by the time they returned to Oddstones even Ben's more modest sportskit could not disguise the overall effect Seb had had.
After a quick shower and change they wandered down to the village pub to meet the remaining members of the family for Sunday lunch. After that everyone came back to Oddstones for a relaxing afternoon before splitting up to go and carry on with their normal lives, conducting their own affairs from Monday morning. Jessica and the two mothers worked particularly hard providing tea and in the meantime putting Oddstones back into reasonable shape, for until Elly and Marc came back from their honeymoon it would still have a particular bachelor atmosphere about it. Seb had another two weeks' leave until he went off to Berlin on five months' secondment from his firm. Meanwhile Elly and Marc would be able to settle down to their routine. Elly would start her new job on the 1 August and Seb would return to his apartment in December in time for Christmas. So come Monday morning Ben was on his way back to his accommodation at the prep school where technically he was employed until the end of August.
III
The first week of October arrived. Ben had spent an interesting summer. Through a contact of Seb's he had gained some freelance work as a photographic model. He had been taken on by the agency for his very lack of experience in the modelling world and naturally for his extremely well honed physique. He did of course meet a number of entertaining people who were only to ready to help him develop his newly discovered sexuality, but he had taken his brother-in-law's advice and while enjoying their company socially he had no further contact. He was now getting used to seeing pictures of himself in fashion magazines and even in one instance his appearance on the back of buses. Most of September he spent walking in the Alps with friends from university, then returned to Cambridge afterwards to take up residence for his year in college.
The term started with the usual confusion of getting to know new people, going back to lectures after eighteen months' freedom from them and a return to the discipline of having to write essays, although compared to his undergraduate studies this course proceeded at a leisurely pace. He quickly fitted into a small circle socially and was to some extent relieved to find that he was not surrounded by a group of PE hearties as the course encompassed all teaching disciplines and the college accommodated undergraduates on various courses. For a change he would occasionally dine in with his brother Marc at his college. The usual student social life was available, but after a year out he found that he had really outgrown it. Within his own social circle he was surrounded by adoring women and always managed to act courteously towards them and occasionally go out with them without getting involved. The fact that he had been a model just added to his kudos. He did not join any of the sports clubs for he knew that the sporting commitment at school would make him unavailable for most of the season. It would not be long till the end of schools' half term when he would start seven weeks of teaching practice. Indeed what had attracted him to the course was the two periods of TP with the theory sandwiched in the middle term.
Ben had been allocated to the Mythe School, a local boys' independent day school. A year in a prep school had convinced him he wanted to teach seniors. Some of his fellow students had been sent much farther afield to boarding schools where they were expected to live in. He would not be alone for one other student had been sent to the same school, a chemist that he had yet to meet, but whom he would hunt out at the earliest opportunity. After the final briefing he found out who he was. He was a young Scotsman named Lewis who had been living out, but with one or two rooms becoming vacant over TP he had applied to move into the spare accommodation in college. The college course finished Thursday lunchtime to permit a long weekend for those who had to travel. On the following Monday things began in earnest.
Ben could walk from college to his school. He did own a car, but because of the restrictions on parking he kept it at Oddstones under Marc's care. If he needed it, it was easy enough to beg a lift from his brother or sister-in-law, or at worst catch a bus to the local village and hoof it to Oddstones from there.
Finally teaching practice was here. For Ben it had not come soon enough. Specialising in sport he spent most lessons either in the sportshall or on the gamesfield, but he did teach a little maths and he sat in on the theory lessons for GCSE sports studies. He was pleased to have Lewis as company. Lewis spent most of his time in the labs, but had indicated a willingness to help out with games. Therefore they had something in common from the start. By coincidence they had also recently become neighbours in college as Lewis had moved into an adjacent room on his floor.
Ben threw himself into school life heart and soul. He found it refreshing to be tackling a new subject, namely physical education as opposed to his degree subject of maths. He knew straightaway he had made the right choice in changing from prep to senior school. He got on well with the pupils and found them a friendly bunch, but no self-respecting PE master ever has trouble anyway. He always has the whip hand. Again it did not take long before he was recognised for having a 'face like the back of a bus' from his modelling days which made the boys believe they had a celebrity amongst them. Even so he was a little surprised to find himself the object of hero-worship, and in one case perhaps a crush, for it was not as if he had been a county or England star as two of the PE staff had been. Saturdays were in theory school-free days, but he always found himself involved somehow with a rugby team, often the dizzy heights of the 4th XV, either refereeing or looking after it. Strangely he did discover that he had one thing in common with his brother Marc. He enjoyed the smell of a boys' changing-room, liniment and all. It went no further than that. It did not worry him, to the extent that he unhesitatingly told Lewis during a chat one evening over a beer. Lewis said nothing, but his face indicated he was neither shocked nor surprised and the conversation continued its natural flow.
Over the second half of that term Ben and Lewis were fast becoming firm friends. They would go to the cinema or theatre, jog, visit the gym, even occasionally be invited out to Oddstones together for dinner or Sunday lunch.
The Education Department students naturally had to stay behind after everyone else had gone down in order to complete the school term. By the end of seven weeks at the worst time of the year the two lads were exhausted. Ben had managed to gain an "A" minus for his teaching practice, and those were not given out lightly. He enjoyed the end of term celebrations at school and was summoned by the Headmaster to be thanked personally for the contribution he had made. However, the greatest surprise was to be told that a junior maths post would become available in the following September and that he might like to consider making an application. It would be advertised at the beginning of February, but he should not be too disappointed if he did not get it. That gave Ben something to think about. After all, teaching practice was a time of making mistakes and being able to walk away from them, but jobs in a school where you knew you fitted in were few and far between.
So Lewis returned to Glasgow for New Year and Ben returned to his parents, initially in the west country, for Christmas, but with the majority of the family now living in Cambridgeshire there was a lot of travelling during the festive season. Seb was back from his spell of work in Berlin which meant that the family was once again re-united. Ben also had gained himself a breathing space to think about his own future, but that would depend really on where he ended up teaching.
IV
A new year, a new eight-week term and back to college for the theory of education. Ben had spent a full holiday socially, that is to say after collapsing for the first few days from the strain and tiredness of teaching. However, he soon bounced back and joined in the festivities fully. Now for the difficult part. He was, though, pleased that the theory would be tested right at the beginning of the summer term so that he did not have to worry about TP and theory examinations, as well as simultaneously searching for a post.
He found the course quite concentrated, but not so time-consuming as TP. He was a disciplined worker and provided he worked conscientiously during the week he could use Saturday morning or afternoon for catching up and have the rest of the weekend free. After all, hadn't they been told at the beginning of the course that the PGCE was a form of relaxation after their undergraduate years? During TP Ben had been pretty single-minded, but this term he had widened his activities and begun enjoying himself. It was already February, one of those weekends when there is a hint of Spring in the air, but also one when coincidentally most people disappear for a long weekend. He and Lewis were the only students left on their landing. They were used to doing things together and had fixed up to go off for a game of squash at ten o'clock. The courts were equally abandoned and they had no reason to keep strictly to their hour.
The weather had definitely put Ben in high spirits and a spring in his step. Everything appeared lighter, cleaner and more interesting under a blue sky and bright sunshine. And for some reason that applied to Lewis who looked sharp in his white squash kit. Lewis did not live up to the Flanders and Swann image of a hairy Scotsman. Under jet black hair he had bright blue eyes and fair skin. Slightly shorter than Ben he had a neat, slim, well-proportioned body. He always dressed in smart, well-fitting clothes of noticeable quality. Ben admired his physique and often gave more than a casual glance at the cut of his trousers, or today his white shorts. And Lewis knew it. It was almost as if he dressed to please Ben and over the few months they had known each other he had unconsciously started to adopt Lewis' sense of fashion.
Today something happened to Ben, inside, in the pit of his stomach, in the area of his heart. Their games of squash were always competitive, usually with Ben finally gaining a hard fought victory. But this morning he could not concentrate, or rather he could not concentrate on his game, for his singlemindedness was forcing him to concentrate on Lewis, the way he moved about the court, his various body positions and the teasing smile he gave when he realised he was the centre of attention. Thus there came a time when Ben realised he was truly beaten and that there was no chance of hauling a game back. They shook hands and went off to shower and then it happened.
Ben was washing his hair when he suddenly had to turn to the wall and turn the cold water on. He had finally lost control of the attraction he felt for Lewis. Lewis pretended not notice at first and blithely continued to soap himself up with shower gel, but then he unhooked the showerhead and started spraying Ben. His passion had started to subside, but he still couldn't hide the fact he had been aroused, and to cover his erstwhile embarrassment joined in the horseplay until he got Lewis in a wrestling hold that forced them both to stop, look each other in the eyes and realise that Ben was not alone in his excitement. He released Lewis, they smiled at one another and continued their ablutions as if nothing had happened. They dried themselves off, dressed, wandered back to their rooms, confirmed their arrangements for the rest of the day and went off to do their own thing.
V
Ben walked into the city to do some shopping, still on a high under the influence of bright sun, blue sky and crisp refreshing air. If it had been dull he might have sulked at losing his squash match, but he had long forgotten the game and was exhilarated by what had been awakened within him. Was this love? Although twenty-three years of age he had never experienced such a feeling, but at the back of his mind were conversations he had had with Marc who experienced similar feelings within himself all those years ago. He wanted to catch the bus and go and see him, but then he remembered. His parents were stopping with him and Elly, up from the West Country for the weekend and they were probably doing things. What about Seb? He took his mobile out of its holster and dialled Oddstones. Voicemail! He didn't feel he could leave a message like that. Adam and Jessica? They wouldn't understand. (Little did he know! After all they had grown up with their elder brothers in full knowledge of their propensities.) He crossed the road and went into the botanical gardens, found a bench by the hardy geranium beds and sat down.
By nature Ben was not introspective. Marc was. That's why Marc had become a man of letters and he'd become a mathematician. He applied the cold logic of mathematics and it worked. One, for years his interest in girls had not exceeded beyond the social. He had never had a fulfilling relationship with a girl. Two, back in the previous summer, to no greater surprise than his own, he had been seduced by Guy and enjoyed it to such an extent he then wanted to try it on with his brother-in-law. Three, he consequently thought back to Seb's advice. If you are gay, you want a relationship as much as heterosexual people and you don't climb into bed with the first person that comes along. Four, his mind advanced to thinking about Lewis, the odd things he said, the odd way he sometimes behaved. As mentioned, he had not got to know Lewis until half way through the first term at Cambridge. He had been one of the crowd. They had shared the general lectures and gone to different subject lectures. Of course there had been no point of contact. Then it was almost as if fate had intervened to bring them together. They had been allocated to the same school. At the same time Lewis had moved into a room on the same landing in college. They had been fellow students, then colleagues as it were and as they got to know one another in school they became friends with interests in common, and as friends had started to have more intimate conversations.
It had come out casually that neither of them had much interest in girls - no more than that, no insinuations on either side. Lewis was a stylish dresser, not trendy, but stylish, and he had started to influence Ben in the way he dressed, too, even to the comparative merits of various kinds of underwear, a refinement of the briefs versus boxers argument, a subject that they found they had little disagreement about. In their conversations they would unobtrusively touch one another on the arm, on the shoulder, on the knee and as they became more familiar on the buttocks, and Ben was not a great one for physical contact outside sport or the family, either. And only just that moment had this occurred to him. They had both talked about pupils they taught while on TP, and furthermore it had been the same pupils they had become interested in and finally it dawned on Ben that it was not their intellects which had made them topics of conversation, but their physiques, their appearances, or dare he say it, their attractiveness for, he thought, the English middle classes did after all produce some pretty neat sons (or did he mean neat, pretty sons?). Ben had never thought deeply about why he had taken his PGCE in physical education rather than maths, but sat there on a park bench he traced his thoughts back a year to the time when, while teaching at the prep school, he had made his application.
He had enjoyed his year at the prep school, but knew there and then it was not fulfilling. He put it down to the enclosed world of a typical prep school. He enjoyed teaching boys of all ages. There had been some rather sharp minds there, even among the eight year olds, but it was the thirteen year olds he liked teaching most. They were clever and competitive, out to give him a run for his money. He met them on the gamesfield and in their boarding house. They had reached that age when they change from being small boys into lusty youths and it was in their company he felt most at home. He took an interest in their breaking voices, their growth spurts and, he realised now though not at the time, their developing sexuality. He had never wanted more than just to be in their company. He had acted professionally and with all propriety, but now he knew what had made him feel so at home in a school. Returning to his teaching practice it became clear to him that he had unwittingly given extra attention to boys of a certain type, the handsome, the well-developed and particularly when combined with a lively wit or a lively mind.
Ben had exhausted that train of thought and went on to think about the way Marc had grown up. Not having been at Buckton College at the same time he could not know all the details, but eventually he did come to learn how Marc pined in the holidays and as he got to know Seb some of the mental turmoil which Marc had suffered, but which Seb had escaped. And the difference? Seb knew he was gay; Marc had to make the painful discovery. However, once each had come to terms with the fact the way forward seemed easier, life simpler. Was there a clue here? 'Tonight I am going out with Lewis. It could be make or break.'
Despite the Spring sun in the clear blue sky sitting on the park bench had chilled him and he needed to get going. He was starving. Wasn't this a good sign as lovers were meant to lose their appetite? He walked towards the city centre, spurned McDonald's and took a snack in one of the department store restaurants. He felt there was still a reserve of adrenalin in his body, ready for action later that day, a leftover from the shower that morning. You know, if conditions were right this evening he was going to go for it. After all, he was no longer a virgin. Guy had seen to that. 'QED' said the sporty mathematician, or was it the mathematically inclined sportsman?
VI
Ben did what he had to do in town which included a browse round the clothes shops and having his hair cut. On a whim he had it cut shorter than usual which made him look more boyish. He was pleased with the effect. Then he wandered back to his college. He had planned to finish off a health education essay that afternoon. Afterwards he would meet Lewis at seven. They would go out to dinner and then on to the cinema for a late showing of Billy Elliot.
The essay finished he went and soaked in the bath for an hour, luxuriating in a heady solution of bath oils and using an advanced conditioner on his hair. He was determined to look his best that evening. Before dressing he stood in front of the mirror, not to admire himself, something which had not been unknown in the past, but to trim any excess body hair, really a figment of his imagination for he could never be described as particularly hirsute. He anointed himself with body oils and subtly scented potions - all Christmas presents of course - and chose each article of clothing from his undergear outwards with the utmost care. He pulled on the brand new white Hom Ho1 slip he had selected, adjusted himself and continued to dress.
One of his assignments had been to model this garment and he had immediately fallen in love with it mainly because its horizontal fly gave easy access and readily turned petting into heavy petting. Afterwards he had been given a dozen pairs as perks of the job and he found he loved the soft cotton and the design which held him so well. In his loose dark grey trousers he was displaying his well-formed packet most advantageously. He would always admire any well-formed packet, whether his own or other guys', but found that for his taste a bulge in loose trousers was that much hotter than its equal in tight ones. There only remained his hair which was subjected to the styling mousse. The experience gained as a photographic model had not been wasted and when the knock on his door came at seven he stepped out with style. Ben could see straightaway that Lewis was impressed and the reason for this extra effort was not lost on him after the morning's events. Indeed, Lewis too had made that extra effort and the new trousers he wore fitted precisely in all the right places. They put on their long flowing cashmere winter overcoats and left.
They went to one of Lewis' favourite restaurants hidden away in the backstreets of Cambridge. Downstairs it was a normal pub used more by town than gown. However, upstairs was a cosy restaurant. Ben had not been there before. He had left the choice to Lewis knowing he could depend on his impeccable taste to make the right one. The restaurant was dominated by a huge open grate in which burnt a large log fire, welcome on an evening where the still blue skies of the day had brought with it a typical fen-country frost. The tables were arranged between large winged wooden pew-like seats amply provided with cushions and each with an intimacy of its own. Lewis had obviously been here before and on booking had made a deliberate selection of the table to be reserved. The tables were candle lit, but instead of being on the tables the holders were mounted on the walls. In the middle of the table stood a narrow vase containing a single red rose. At first its significance escaped Ben until it dawned on him it was the fourteenth day of the month and knowing the symbolism of the said flower he tortured himself in deciding whether it was sheer coincidence and only by looking round at the other tables did he realise how naïve he had been. It made the evening that more exciting for him, gave him palpitations, that feeling in the pit of his stomach and a heaviness in his loins. He plucked the rose from its vase, savoured its perfume in appreciation and handed it to Lewis that he might follow suit.
The conversation flowed freely. In fact they talked about themselves and Ben learnt more about Lewis that evening than he had ever found out over the last two months. He discovered how cultured he was. He talked about music, literature, art. He mentioned names such as Tippett, Britten, Isherwood, Spender, Wilde, Gide, O'Neill and Michelangelo. Thomas Mann he knew from his brother's academic work and it was not long before he discovered what these artists had in common. Lewis described how only the frustrations of the male could produce great art and not uncultured himself, even if not familiar with some of the names he heard, Ben appreciated the discourse and discovered an intellectual depth in his dining partner as yet unfathomed as he sat there listening enraptured. Yet the conversation was not all one way for as the alcohol coursed through their veins Ben felt he could open up about himself. The food, traditional English fare, was ordered, served and consumed. He talked first about his family and their intermarriage with the shared in-laws. Lewis led him on to talk about himself, his feelings, his passions and so skilled was Lewis' art of getting Ben to talk that he could induce him to bring up the one topic he was burning to know about, his physical show of passion after squash that morning. Time passed without their noticing until they sat back intellectually and gastronomically replete over a brandy. Ben had opened his heart, talked about Marc's stagnight, was even more amazed when he heard that Lewis had actually come across Guy when he spent a fortnight on an exchange at King Edward's from his school in Scotland, though he divulged little more. By now they were leaning over the table, their faces less than six inches apart, talking, when Ben unobtrusively held Lewis' hand. The hand slowly twisted and opened up maintaining the grip and eventually Ben felt his palm being stroked. In full recognition he returned the signal.
Ben had already booked the seats for the cinema earlier in the day so that there would be no need to queue, but finally it was time to pay up and make their way. They might just miss the adverts and the trailers. The high of the morning had continued into the evening.
They reached their seats in the back row of the circle with a couple of minutes to spare. They divested themselves of their winter coats and settled down to watch the film. Surprisingly neither of them had seen it immediately after its release and they were pleased to catch it on a re-run. It was not long until Ben felt an arm round his shoulder and pushing up the arm rest between them he snuggled closer to Lewis and eventually took hold of his other hand as it rested in his lap. Ben had not felt so relaxed in ages which aided his full enjoyment of the film. Once it was over they donned their overcoats again and walked briskly back to college to be let in by the night porter.
On the landing Lewis said
"I've got a special malt whisky that you won't get in England. Would you like a wee dram?" This made Ben's alternative offer of coffee and biscuits appear rather uninteresting and he readily accepted. Inside Lewis' room Ben sat down on the sofa. Lewis produced two glasses of the precious liquid and joined him. He took a sip and it went down like burning nectar. In his relaxed mood he slipped off his shoes and lay across the sofa with his head cradled in Lewis' lap. The external throbbing he felt in the back of his neck sent the right message.
Ben was the first to wake in the morning, Completely bare himself he felt Lewis' naked body stretched out over him. He reached down the bed and stroked his buttocks. His head was clear and it gave him pleasure to remember the past twenty-four hours in detail. After last night he would never have to turn away from Lewis again in the shower. Now there could be no secrets between them. As Lewis lay asleep still, Ben carefully got out of bed, pulled on his slip and peering round the door to see if the coast was clear padded across to his own room, took off his slip, put on his dressing gown, returned to Lewis' room with a tray of coffee and biscuits and woke him with a kiss. He slipped off his dressing gown and climbed back into bed. His body felt cold against Lewis'. They drank their coffee in silence before going off to shower and then down to a buffet breakfast. Ben had not felt so great since the morning after Marc's stagnight.
VII
Ben was now in a quandary. He was due out at Oddstones for Sunday lunch and his parents were there. When he accepted the invitation he could not have foreseen how the weekend might turn out. He could cancel, but he knew better than that. There was nothing else for it. A quick telephone call. Elly answered.
"Yes, of course you can bring Lewis." He was known to the family anyway. He leapt across to Lewis' room. The outer door was open. He knocked.
"How about lunch with the family at Oddstones?"
"Love to." And that was it. Problem solved. They would have to catch the bus, then walk, but there was one at twelve which meant they would arrive by quarter to one at the latest.
On the way to the bus station they had some serious talking to do. What would they say about their newly established relationship?
"Nothing," said Lewis rather masterfully. "They know we're friends. We don't have to tell them we jumped into bed together last night. You said you don't want to come out yet. Fair enough."
"But what about you, Lewis?"
"I haven't said a lot. We're still getting to know each other, but I came out at the age of fourteen." Ben's jaw dropped and then he smiled.
"You're a dark horse."
Meanwhile they had reached the bus station and climbed onto the bus. They sat together on the back seat. There were few other passengers.
"It was no big deal," continued Lewis. "The hard part is knowing for certain and even these days you need to be discreet, especially in our profession. They can conveniently forget our 'human rights', even though we have committed no crime. You just have to remember the Woolworth's rule - you can look, but you're not allowed to touch - and we still have freedom of thought, just, despite the PC crowd."
"Tell me how you did it," rejoined Ben.
"I will, but not now. When we're both in the right mood some time." If it hadn't before it was just dawning on Ben that he was dealing with a past master. Despite the experiences within the family he was just the new kid on the block. As the bus continued on its way, Ben whispered mischievously
"Hey, Lewis, look at your flies." Lewis looked down immediately, especially as he was half hard from the vibrations of the bus journey - all right then, from sitting closely next to Ben with their hands in the other's lap.
"What's the matter? They're done up!"
"I know," countered Ben. "That's the trouble," and he affectionately squeezed the inside of Lewis' thigh.
During this conversation they had arrived at the village and were wandering along the lanes to Oddstones. Yesterday's crisp high pressure had given way to a damp and overcast, though warmer day. A breeze had sprung up and occasionally they could feel rain in the wind. The door was opened by Elly and they were greeted in the hall by Marc and Seb. A curious electricity sparked between them, an odd form of recognition. Marc and Seb had met Lewis before, but today a kind of sixth sense or telepathy was at work which seemed to increase the warmth of the welcome. Having taken off their outer garments they were led into the large sitting room and Ben could introduce Lewis to his parents.
For lunch seven of them sat round a large dining table. The roast pork was a Marc & Elly co-production. The parents had been banned from the kitchen, though Seb seemed to have free access. In fact he was a very good factotum, opening wine bottles, pouring beer, laying the table. Until the meal was served Lewis and Ben could talk to the parents over sherry. Marc carved the joint, symbolically master in his own house. It was three before they left the table when coffee was served. Time was getting short for Marc and Ben's parents as they had to drive back to the west country and wanted to leave while it was still light until they reached the main roads. As they were collecting their things together, Ben and Lewis took over the washing-up and when the parents finally left the whole family plus Lewis were gathered to wave them goodbye. The wind had increased and now the rain had started with a vengeance.
The time passed so congenially that it was rather late when they thought of having tea. Usually on these occasions Marc would give his brother a lift back into town. When Elly went to get the tea, Seb took Lewis off to show him his apartment. Marc and Ben were left alone in the sitting-room. It was Ben who started the conversation. He told his brother about the previous evening.
"Since your stagnight I have had to rethink my whole life and now this confirms the conclusion I came to. Still, while he's been a close friend for over three months now, that was the first time that Lewis and I had any sexual relationship. I was, I still am very fond of him simply as a friend and if I hadn't been so naïve I should have seen it coming. I've no regrets apart from being so blind. I thought that up to yesterday I had been taking the initiative, but if I had, I lost it when I lost that squash match."
"Well, you know what happened to me. I fretted about it for months, then suddenly I felt overwhelmed and I accepted my destiny."
"How do you think Mum and Dad will take it?"
"I don't think it will be a surprise. They gradually found out about Seb and me. Not that I hid anything. It was just that I was finding out about myself gradually. They were very understanding and they know of course how similar we are in many ways. The other thing that will help, as it helped with me, is that you have been a good son and made a success of your life. After this afternoon they will be prepared. Your body language will have given something away."
"Oh, I didn't think of that."
"And a good thing too," said Marc "or you could have appeared to be acting in a very strange way."
With a clatter of cups on a tray Elly came in with the tea things.
"Where are Seb and Lewis?"
"They'll be down in a minute. Seb's showing him his apartment," and at that they were to be heard coming down the stairs, laughing and chatting all the way.
As the evening went on the wind had become even higher and the rain lashed against the windows. Elly said
"Marc, I don't like the idea of you driving through this. That wind's strong enough to bring a tree down. What about if Ben and Lewis stayed for the night?"
"What time's your first lecture tomorrow?"
"Not till ten."
"Then I recommend you do what Elly suggests."
"You will have to share the spare room in the attic," she said. "I haven't had time to get any of the other rooms ready, but if you don't mind you're welcome to stay."
Lewis made the usual polite protestations. Ben knew that it was useless to fight his sister-in-law's determination and thanked her for her kindness. Elly took them upstairs while Marc and Seb cleared away the tea things. They were amazed at the size of the room which had been built into the loft and despite the wind outside it was warm and snug. It had an ensuite bathroom with shower and towels were laid out on the twin beds. When they returned to the sitting room Marc had the malt whisky and glasses ready. No one was going anywhere any more that night. Towards eleven o'clock it seemed a natural time to retire. The two boys (boys! Well they were the youngest of the menfolk there.) said their goodnights and in a mellow mood climbed the stairs to the attic. They knew Seb had his own wing which separated them from Marc and Elly's part of the house. They even noticed the room had its own telephone and Elly had put a tray ready for coffee in the morning. They realised without speaking how lucky they were to be spending a second night together. Ben put his arms round Lewis' waist and gave him a kiss. Nothing else needed to be said. They undressed and climbed into the same bed.
At half past seven the next morning they were woken by the telephone. Lewis tumbled out of bed to answer it. Breakfast would be at eight. They showered and dressed and before going downstairs Lewis took Ben in an embrace and gave him a long kiss. They separated, Ben ruffled the other bed and swapped over the pillows and they went downstairs.
VIII
After breakfast Marc drove Elly, Lewis and Ben into Cambridge in the family space-wagon. Looking around at the state of the roads strewn with the odd debris from trees Elly repeated her conviction it had been better for the lads to stay the night. As he sat in the back with Lewis Ben could not help but think back to the stagnight when instead of Lewis Guy had sat in that same vehicle with him. That was the beginning of an adventure which this weekend had only just begun to unfold.
The two lads arrived back at their rooms with time to change and reach their ten o'clock lectures in good time. They briefly saw one another at lunchtime. With the pressure of work they decided to meet in the college bar for a beer at ten that evening. They needed to take stock. Also, on the following Thursday Ben had been summoned for interview at his teaching practice school. The letter from the Mythe was waiting for him on his return from Oddstones. So now something else had crept into the equation, something which also required some preparation. They dined in Hall but disappeared to their rooms as soon as dinner was over. At the appointed hour they went down to the bar. As it was a Monday they expected it to be fairly quiet, but sod's law dictated all their mates were there and of course they wanted to chat. Ben and Lewis ordered their pints and after five minutes of banter with the lads and a couple of ladettes took their drinks up to Ben's room.
Ben didn't know how to start, but Lewis helped him out. They both agreed on the marvellous weekend and the fact that they could not have predicted such a fortuitous outcome.
"How did we ever become so attracted to each other?" Ben enquired. Despite his family background in these matters he still possessed a certain amount of naïvety. Lewis was ready to offer an answer.
"You know I told you I came out when I was fourteen? Well, I'll tell you a little more about that in a minute, but anyway I had a few relationships while I was still at school, nothing serious, just as young lads do at that age. After the sixth form we parted and at university I got into the same sort of company. It's not difficult with a little experience and if you keep your eyes and ears open. But it was casual and no one stole my heart exactly.
"I decided to come south on graduating and was lucky enough to get a place at Cambridge. After all, it has got a certain reputation. As you know I had lodgings in town, which I didn't particularly like, especially as I didn't get to meet people, but then I had the chance of rooms in college which is what I'm used to. We were allocated the same school for TP, as well as the same landing in college. When we first met I was immediately taken by your appearance. All right, I fancied you. No more than that. I'm not in the business of conversion. That's a sure way to get a good slapping. It was only gradually that you gave away clues. You had been a photographic model. In itself that says nothing about you except that you were bound to have worked with gays and you never said anything anti. I fed in odd remarks or we discussed certain topics and you reacted in the right way. Then I got to know your family and its history, both personally when we went out to Oddstones. Of course I only actually met Seb for the first time this weekend and we took to one another immediately. We had great fun when he took me to his study. We talked about his photographs and that's when I spotted Guy. Well, that gave us something to talk about. You remember on Saturday night the coincidence that I had met him on that school exchange and I said little more? Yes, you've guessed it. He was the first person to seduce me. I won't say rape, either, because it was with full consent. He certainly knows his job well. We had a thoroughly good time and I learnt things I could only previously have dreamt of. After that, although he had had no intention previously, he wangled his way onto the return visit when one boy went down with appendicitis. So at fourteen I real ised my true sexuality and came out. I was surprised how well my parents took it. I was expecting a row. And by the way Guy and I had a jolly good time during that fortnight in Glasgow as well. So now we have something else in common. We both lost our virginity to Guy.
"Then on TP we got to know one another better and better. I enjoyed working with you in those two sessions a week on the gamesfield where we had the interest in our own physiques in common, not to mention those of some very cute boys. I cherished your company and assumed you liked mine, but did not want to push it. Then this weekend it all came together. During squash you lost the match (and that other wee battle you were fighting with yourself!), and I must admit to some sneakiness there, then in the shower complete control. The rest we both know."
"Where do we go from here?" asked Ben.
"It's early days yet," Lewis replied.
"We've got each other definitely until the end of teaching practice next term. Then we could end up anywhere and that will be a test. The important thing will be to act discreetly. If we sleep together it will be a happy coincidence as it was this weekend. Otherwise we just share each other's company." They looked at the clock and finished their pints. Time for bed. They embraced tightly and kissed. Lewis left and Ben took the glasses back down to the bar. He didn't want to wake up to the smell of stale beer in the morning. He was soon in bed asleep.
IX
During the rest of the week Ben had plenty to occupy his mind. With Lewis' advice accepted their relationship in public was no different from what it had been before the weekend. They might have been in and out of each other's rooms slightly more frequently, but who would notice that? Thursday was ever in the forefront of Ben's mind, not only in preparing himself, but also making sure he could take a day out and still keep up with his work. For the evening Marc had invited him to dine as his guest in his college.
Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday at last. Ben got up, showered and took an early breakfast. He had to report to the school at 10 o'clock. Lewis popped in to say good luck just as he was changing into a sharp navy blue suit. His black shoes gleamed and Lewis waited to adjust the silk tie under the collar of Ben's pale blue shirt. Lewis gave his suit a final brush, kissed him on the cheek and took his leave. His hair was immaculate.
Ben reported at the school's reception at ten on the dot and then went to the Common Room to be greeted by colleagues whom he knew from TP and who were pleased to see him again. As he was no stranger to the school he was down for the first interview while the other candidates were given the guided tour. At lunch he had the chance to meet the others over sherry and was relieved to discover that only future NQTs had been called. It was a policy of the school to give young men a chance to enter the profession, not out of cheapness, but from a form of idealism which had been found to work. All the interviewees had gained firsts in maths at various universities and appeared quite high-powered. In fact Ben thought his only advantage was the fact that he had already taught there and perhaps, even though he thought so himself, because he was the smartest dresser (and the only ex-model!). Lunch was taken at a separate table presided over by the Second Master. Each candidate was given a chance to talk about himself informally and Ben was interested to hear the various things they all offered over and above the maths. He certainly felt at a psychological advantage having finished his formal interviews. Unlike the others he had no need to give a demonstration lesson, and he pressed this advantage home. After lunch he was free to leave, but decided to talk to staff in the Common Room and then wander down to the gamesfield to meet his TP mentor. Finally he walked back to college. He didn't even have any expenses to claim and even if he had not got the job he had spent a thoroughly enjoyable day.
Once in his room he removed his suit and shirt carefully, slipped on a pair of tracksuit bottoms and a tee shirt and went for a run which cleared the cobwebs. On his return he lay on his bed and imperceptibly fell into a deep sleep.
He was woken by a bang on the door. He had forgotten to sport his oak. It was Lewis and a couple of other mates dying to know how he had got on. He was grateful really for such a rude awakening for he only had an hour before he was due to meet Marc. After satisfying their curiosity he took a shower, climbed into his dinner suit, grabbed a gown and went off to Marc's college.
Marc ushered Ben into the Senior Common Room and offered him a glass of sherry. As a don Marc was smartly turned out in white tie. Since it was not Ben's first time there, he was no stranger, but there was one face he recognised immediately and which recognised him. He came across and said
"Good evening, Ben. I hope you've survived the ordeal today." It was Professor Johnston, chairman of the school's board of governors. "I can't say too much at the moment as it were, but we were all very impressed with you. Of course you had the advantage of already having a foot in the door. Better the devil you know, so they say." At that he patted Ben's bottom with one hand and Marc's with the other and to avoid any questions he might not be allowed to answer passed on discreetly to where the drinks were being served. For Ben it was not a life or death decision for he had other irons in the fire.
In a short time the assembly moved to the college hall and they took their places for dinner. It was one of those occasions when the whole college was summoned and expected. At last Marc could ask his brother about his day. Ben felt reasonably content with the way he had acquitted himself, he said, but realised he was up against strong competition. He thought that taking his PGCE in physical education with subsidiary maths had given him an advantage over the pure mathematicians, especially as it was a junior post. He was more puzzled than anything else by Professor Johnston's remark, but he put it out of his mind. Obviously the decision had already been made and lay in the Headmaster's secretary's in-tray ready for typing up.
"Which question put you on the spot most?"
"'Why do you want to teach?' was easy because I had already done it for a year. 'What special contribution to teaching here could you make?' would have been more difficult if I hadn't done TP there. I don't know really." The dinner proceeded and for Ben it was a relaxing end to a strenuous day.
"By the way I wanted to ask you. Next week Elly is off to a five day conference in Luxembourg over the weekend. She suggested to Seb and me we might like to have a bachelor weekend and wondered whether you and Lewis would be interested. Elly thought it would be quite a good idea. Would you like to come along?"
"I'm up for it. I'll ask Lewis and let you know."
"I suggest you both come back with me on the Friday evening and stop over. Then I can bring you back on Monday morning. That'll give us two complete days."
"I look forward to it."
"Well, I haven't got anything planned yet."
By now it was time for the toasts and speeches. Marc and Ben just sat back and relaxed.
"One day you'll be on your feet up there," Ben told his brother.
"I'll worry about that when it happens." Afterwards it was back to the SCR for informal post-parandial drinks and Ben finally reached his rooms just before midnight. He stripped off his clothes and fell into bed and asleep.
X
Friday at last, Poets' Day. All lectures in the Education faculty were over by lunchtime. Ben caught up with Lewis who could not contain his keenness to attend Marc's bachelor weekend at Oddstones and readily accepted the invitation. Ben was keen to use Friday to catch up the day he had missed and was only to be seen briefly at dinner before he disappeared back to his room. By ten o'clock he felt he could have a relaxing weekend without a bad conscience. After a late night the day before he decided to turn in early.
He woke at his normal time, dressed and went down to breakfast. He was keen, but did not want to appear so, to see if the morning's post had brought anything. There it was. A white DL envelope with his name and address neatly typed and postmarked Cambridge. His heart skipped a beat, but his face betrayed nothing. He took it up to his room, slit it open carefully with a paper knife and removed the contents. Sitting on his bed he read 'We are delighted to offer you an opportunity to attend our careers advice service on…' What a let-down! Still he had other fish to fry. His duel with Lewis - squash rackets at ten. After last week he had a score to settle and nothing was going to prevent him from being single-minded today.
At a quarter to ten there was a knock on the door. Ben picked up the bag with his kit and accompanied Lewis to the courts. They quickly changed and started warming up the ball. Try as he might Lewis could not distract Ben's attention as he proceeded in a clinical manner to give him a thrashing. At the end of the match they shook hands in a way that re-affirmed their relationship and went off to change. Even in the shower Ben maintained his normal cool. They parted with the arrangement to meet for a drink later that evening. Ben telephoned his brother to confirm acceptance of the invitation, then his parents and finally Jessica and Adam, after which he applied himself to his work till lunchtime. He was now up to date. In the afternoon he went into town in search of some light reading and came back to college by the scenic route in time for high tea.
At the appointed hour he picked up Lewis and they wandered into the city to find a quiet watering hole. They talked about the job situation. Lewis had spent the afternoon trawling through the Times Ed. There were plenty of posts available in the maintained sector, but he really wanted to teach in an independent school. He had been particularly annoyed at the picture of one fat, smarmy headmaster who claimed that NQTs were queuing up to teach at his tin pot little school for £2000 a year less than the going rate. It was already difficult enough for those leaving university with loans to pay back. He had ignored an over the top ad for a chemist at that school and anyway he had found three posts he was interested in and would get down to making applications on the Sunday.
"You know, we used to play that place at rugby and cricket when I was at school."
"I'll show you the picture and the article when we get back to college. What are you doing over the Easter vac, Ben?"
"Revision."
"You can't do that the whole time. You'll need a break."
"And there's the final dissertation to write."
"How about coming up to Glasgow and spending a few days with me?"
"Sounds good. I've never been to Glasgow before, but I don't want one of your Glasgow kisses, okay?"
Lewis had his own flat in Scotland passed down when first his father and then within a year his mother died. He also had a small legacy which helped with the upkeep and kept him out of the grasping hands of the banks while he was at college. But that would not last for ever if he could get no job.
"We could go up in my car. That'll save you the railway journey. But I can't stop up there the whole time. I'll have to go back down to the west country." They drank up and wandered back to college, had another in the bar with their mates and then called it a day.
Sunday passed as Sunday does when there are no special arrangements, then Monday morning. At breakfast Ben had to summon up all his patience to remain there until the mail might have reasonably arrived and been sorted. He approached the Porters' Lodge and enquired. Nothing. He made his way upstairs, hands in pockets, head bowed and shoulders sloping. He buried his nose in a book on the philosophy of education until it was time to move off for his ten o'clock lecture. Once he was back in the mainstream his normal high spirits returned.
That afternoon he was due to visit a local comprehensive school to observe some maths lessons. He caught Lewis briefly at lunch and then went off across Cambridge with the other mathematicians. The teacher they observed was obviously gifted and provided his audience with one or two ideas. He was young and lively. Ben could not help but notice how the girls had packed themselves at the front of the class and were hanging on his every word, while the boys at the back of this year nine set represented some kind of attentive normality. Two bright eyed youths particularly caught his attention. In their faces was not only a spark of intelligence which made them stand out, but they were also separated by their neat and clean appearance in their school uniforms - shirts tucked in, ties neatly knotted - and in the end his attention wandered from observing this lesson in good practice for he was completely taken by the lithesome and supple movements of their bodies to the extent he could not keep his eyes off them. When he realised he told himself it was after all only because he was a physical education student, but without any conviction. He tried to concentrate on observing the teaching methods, but his eyes kept straying back to the two adolescents he found so attractive to the point where one of them had noticed and he immediately communicated this to his neighbour. Ben looked at his watch. Ten minutes to go. In the background of his mind he heard the lesson being summed up, but his attention was still held by these two boys who were now looking across and, he was sure, smiling at him. He didn't even look away, but smiled back and winked.
"For the last five minutes," he heard the maths master say and Ben immediately returned to the real world, "perhaps our visitors would like to look at the class' work and talk to the pupils." With a little bit of a conscience that his private thoughts might have been unprofessional he was about to move to the front of the class where the girls were when to his devastation he saw the two attractive boys bringing their exercise books across to him. He gulped and talked to them about what they had been doing, but could not fail to notice that as they stood either side of him they had him trapped as it were. They were leaning against him in a most innocent and friendly manner. He was savouring the warmth and smell of their bodies and was sure from the way they were acting that they were enjoying his. The bell went for the end of the lesson. Ben was relieved. As the class streamed out of the room, the boys told him their names, hoped that he had spent a pleasant afternoon with them and said goodbye, all in a cultured accent one rarely associates with fourteen year olds en masse. On hearing their names he realised that they must be twins, though obviously not identical.
Ben felt hot and was glad to get into the corridor with his fellow students. They had a meeting with their tutor and the maths teacher which would occupy the time until their next period of observation. During it he was restored to his normal balance and extroversion and he asked in full knowledge why the girls sat at the front and the boys at the back of the class. They were unconvincingly informed that was simply the way the class arranged itself. The second lesson ran smoothly for Ben and he felt he had gained a lot from it. School was out and as the local population re-enacted the Bash Street Kids from the Beano the students gathered in the canteen for tea and a final summing up of the afternoon from their tutor and the teachers they had observed.
Eventually the party left and they made their ways back to their various colleges. As Ben passed the Porters' Lodge he noticed a large white envelope addressed to him in the mail rack. It had obviously been hand delivered for it bore neither postmark nor stamp. 'Another personal invitation to a careers agency or financial seminar,' he thought to himself and secured it to his clipboard as he went upstairs to see if Lewis was in his room. He was and he told him over a mug of coffee about the afternoon he had spent, especially the incident with the two boys. Lewis listened intently. As he got up to go across to his own room the letter fell out of the clipboard.
"Careful. You'd better read that before you lose it."
"I expect it's another load of junk mail," Ben replied as he casually stuck his thumb under the flap and ripped it open. To his astonishment it was a letterhead from the Mythe School. Open-mouthed he skimmed it until to his greater astonishment he read '… I therefore have pleasure in offering you the post of junior master in the mathematics department from the 1 September under the conditions of the enclosed contract and the proviso that you successfully complete your PGCE course. Please let me know at your earliest convenience, etc, etc. I look forward to working with you. Yours sincerely … Headmaster.'
Ben could suppress his feelings no longer.
"I've got the job," he shouted at the top of his voice and immediately took Lewis in a bearhug. He dropped his arms and pressed his hands so tightly against Lewis' buttocks that they could feel the throb of the other's body.
"We must celebrate this," said Lewis.
"That's exactly what we'll do this weekend," replied Ben and in their excitement they tripped and fell onto Lewis' bed still in an embrace. When they eventually released each other they just lay there for five minutes emotionally exhausted. Then Ben went back to his own room. He took out his mobile. He had a few calls to make. Finally he got round to changing into something more casual. As he went to empty his jacket pockets he pulled out a piece of paper from an exercise book. 'We were so surprised to see you today. We spotted you from that Lynx advert in Stud. Jack and Ted Batty' with an address and telephone number. Ben would send them each an autographed photo from his modelling portfolio.
XI
Over the next few days Ben and Lewis only saw each other at meals, passing on the landing, at communal lectures and for a quick cup of cocoa before bed. They were both clearing the decks for the following weekend. Ben finally admitted to himself that any reservations he had about accepting the post were a defence mechanism for the worst case scenario had he not been offered it. Admittedly he was surprised (that was just his natural modesty), but with hindsight the clues were there and all he had to do was to act sensibly. He wrote his letter of acceptance and delivered it personally. Now he could simply get on with his PGCE course and enjoy life.
Friday afternoon Ben got his work up to date and packed a bag. He knocked on Lewis' door and after a cup of tea together they picked up their kit and made their way across to meet Marc in his college carpark. Marc drove them out to Oddstones. It was still light as late winter was preparing to turn into spring. On arrival they climbed out of the motor, taking their kit with them, and were shown to their room. Not the loft this time, but the main guest room on the first floor, complete with a double bed. They had the floor to themselves as Marc was sleeping with Seb in his apartment while Elly was away. Seb had not yet got home from work.
So after freshening themselves up the three of them sat in the sitting room over a drink. It gave Ben and Lewis a chance to talk to Marc about their relationship, but Ben was still not ready to tell anyone else, particularly his parents. After all, Marc already knew and he had been in the same situation himself earlier in life. He ventured the opinion that they would be sympathetic and after meeting Lewis a fortnight ago they might not even be surprised. At that Seb arrived. He greeted them all with a hug and went to change into something a little more comfortable. Then they all put on their outdoor clothes and armed with torches walked along the country lanes to the village pub for dinner.
They all got on so well together that they were content just to sit and talk. Just before closing time they donned the outdoor gear once more and wandered, perhaps more noisily and maybe not quite so directly, back to Oddstones. Not ready for bed they got the Monopoly board out until the canny Scot had cleared the other three out of cash. Ben had a warm glow in his body as he stripped himself of all his clothes and climbed into bed. Lewis did likewise, switching off the lights except for his bedside lamp before snuggling down with Ben at his side.
It was nine o'clock by the time Ben climbed out of bed. That was late for him. He pulled on a pair of shorts and a tee shirt and went down to the kitchen where he found Marc alone just putting the finishing touches to the Daily Telegraph crossword. Both brothers had a ruddy glow on their cheeks, the radiance of full health.
"How did you sleep?" enquired Marc.
"Not a lot, but very well when I did," countered Ben with a knowing grin on his face. "How about you?"
"Fine. Tea or coffee?"
XII
The mood in the space-wagon on Monday morning was subdued. On the one hand it was an anti-climax after the excitement and activities of the weekend. They had all worked hard and played hard. On the other it had caught up with the three occupants of the car whose tiredness might otherwise be blamed on that Monday morning feeling. Fortunately Marc had no classes that day, but he felt that his new piece of research might not receive one hundred per cent attention and there was a faculty meeting late afternoon. Lewis' and Ben's bodies felt the aches and pains of their exertions and any ideas the PE student had that he was superfit could be summarily dismissed. Seb had disappeared earlier as he was working in London that week.
As the space-wagon crawled its way along one of the main commuter routes into Cambridge Ben lapsed into that halfway state between sleeping and waking. His mind went back to Saturday evening. After a physically strenuous day all four went back to Oddstones to relax before the evening's activities which had been organised by Seb. It was to be a fancy dress dinner and dance in his apartment, interesting for two reasons. First his apartment while quite adequate for him could not be described as other than small. Second no one had brought any fancy dress with them. However, that was the least of the problems for Seb had provided. Before he went off to start cooking he handed the participants a Lycra bodysock, each a different colour. Marc's was a sunshine yellow, Ben's a bright red, Lewis' a light green while Seb kept the turquoise one for himself. At a quarter to eight Ben and Lewis went up to change. They showered together to save water and time and dried each other off. Ben had difficulty at first getting into his bodysock and so he sat there watching Lewis slip expertly into his. He gave a sharp intake of breath when he saw how the garment clung to Lewis' buttocks and packet and quickly followed by putting on his.
They made their way to Seb's apartment. Marc was already there helping in the kitchen and rather than spoil the effect it was enhanced by the pinafores they were wearing over their Lycra apparel. Just before serving the pinafores came off and Ben's eyes grew large at the sight of the pair. Even his brother had taken his attention and he found life much more thrilling when the two joined him and Lewis for sherry on the three-seater sofa. The meal proceeded with the usual banter and conversation, but things hotted up again when they retired to the sofa for coffee. Coffee over Seb changed the music on the CD player and suggested they danced. Marc took Lewis in his arms while Seb embraced Ben. You can imagine the sensuous feeling of the Lycra clad bodies in an embrace, but before the excitement spilt over it was time to change partner until Ben was eventually dancing with his brother. He had always admired, even adored his elder brother, but in his twenty-three years this was the first time Marc had aroused any sexual feeling in him and while they tightly embraced he had to use all his self-control to prevent himself from kissing him for it would not have been the normal fraternal kiss on the brow or the cheek, but something more intense. Ben was brought back to reality as the space wagon jolted to a halt at the entrance to Marc's college carpark. He was pleased that Seb had allowed them to keep the fancy dress for a future occasion.
Lewis and even more so Ben had experienced a steep learning curve over the weekend to the extent that Ben felt he was bottom of the class. They had had long conversations with Marc and Seb together about the meaning of life. Ben had always valued his big brother's advice and experience and he felt that when the moment was right he could talk to his parents about his relationship with Lewis. Marc and Seb had also suggested, subject to Elly's approval, that he could spend the Easter vac at Oddstones. There would be no one at home during the day and little to distract him from his revision and dissertation. It was not long now until the end of term. A few days in Glasgow with Lewis to recover from term, a weekend with his parents in the west country, then back to Cambridgeshire for the duration.
XIII
Term ended. As promised Ben took Lewis to Scotland in his car. The flat was small, but sufficient for the two of them. Lewis had converted the other bedroom into a den, an office-study with an electric model railway and the wall covered with pictures and posters of gay icons, with a particularly large one of David Beckham while he still had his flowing blond mane.
"You didn't tell me you're a soccer fan, or that you had a model railway."
"Perhaps not a soccer fan. You would never get me to a Rangers match, and even less likely to Celtic," and they spent many an hour running trains between England and Scotland. At first they slept a great deal, but then Lewis was able to take him to see the sights of the city. Compared with Cambridge it was still winter. In the evenings they would go to the theatre or cinema, or perhaps choose a restaurant, then come back and chill out till the small hours of the morning and sleep in late.
Ben discovered what a meticulous person Lewis was. His flat was the opposite of a normal student's accommodation and its orderliness appealed to Ben. He also found out that Lewis was a dab hand at the kitchen stove, something he had little opportunity to discover at college.
Ben also had time to reflect on his conversations with Lewis. He readily acknowledged that family bereavement apart he had never had an unhappy moment in his life, but the last six months had given him added bliss, an extra dimension provided by Lewis' company and companionship. Privately he was dreading the end of the summer term, but that went unspoken.
Eventually that Friday morning came, Good Friday in fact, time for the journey south, but being a disciplined person by nature he accepted it stoically, said his farewells and climbed into his car. A74, M74, M6, M5. He would be home before it got dark. Home - that was an odd concept. Where was home? In the west country while he was boarding at Buckton and probably while he was at Durham. But during his year's teaching and two terms at Cambridge he had become increasingly more detached from his parents and their house and felt he was already putting roots down in Cambridgeshire. After all, most of the family were there. Now he had a job there and he could see his parents eventually selling up and coming to live over on the eastern side of the country near him, his brother and sister.
He had come to the inevitable decision that he had to tell his parents about his sexual orientation. For most of the journey south he pondered how. He thought back to his time at home when the family usually took a walking holiday over the Easter weekend. Now the fledgelings had all flown the nest and his parents felt they were too old for such exertions. He thought back to one Easter holiday before the time he had gone to board at Buckton College. Marc was home on holiday, but not in his usual happy mood. It was about the time he (Ben) met Seb for the first time. At the time Seb had seemed no more than just one of Marc's friends, someone who had come on holiday with them. He had not even found it strange that there was a difference in their ages. Seb had become a friend of the family, was welcomed by them. He seemed to be a member of the family until Jessica married Seb's brother Adam and he officially became one. He was very fond of Seb. Only later as he started to adolesce did he learn that Marc and Seb were in love with one another. The fact was accepted and no great fuss had been made. It had never struck him that it was unconventional, nor until he had gone to Buckton himself that it was a sexual relationship, but with years to get used to it it didn't worry him either. It was just part of his upbringing. Now the mantle of Elijah had fallen on Elisha.
His parents were pleased to see him. His mother commented how well he looked. On the Saturday evening his mother had some of her lady friends round for bridge. It was an ideal opportunity for father and son to go out for a drink. At first his father did most of the talking. He was keen to know about Ben's new job, where he would live. That was something he had given little thought to over the excitement of the past few weeks. Finally he felt he could direct the conversation.
"Dad, do you remember that Easter we went walking in the Peak District for the weekend, the one when Marc was going through a miserable time? And you know Jessica and I didn't really know what it was about, but we found out as we grew up?" His father nodded in agreement. Ben drew a deep breath. "Well, I think I'm the same as Marc. I'm gay, homosexual." He took a large sip of his beer and waited for his father's reaction. His father said nothing at first. He didn't even look shocked, not even surprised. Finally he spoke.
"And does that make you feel unhappy or discontent with yourself?"
"No, not at all. In fact quite the opposite, perhaps relieved even."
"I'll say the same to you as I said when Marc told me he was gay. Your mother and I are proud of all our children. We love you and we're proud of what you've achieved so far in life. We produced you and we made you what you are and we love you the way you are. I don't want you worrying about us. We just want your happiness and all the time you're happy and it's not at someone else's expense we'll support you." Ben heaved a sigh of relief. "You'll need something stronger than that to drink. Whisky or G & T?"
"A malt whisky please, Dad."
While his father was at the bar Ben could breathe again. He had shed a great weight. His father returned with two doubles. Fortunately they had walked to the pub.
"Here's to you, son, and to your future happiness." He went on to tell his father about Lewis and how he had spent the weekend with him and Marc at Oddstones and about spending a few days with him in Glasgow.
"We're really like Marc and Seb were."
"Do you want to tell your mother or do you want me to do it?"
"Can we do it together?"
"Well, it's ten o'clock. The bridge party will be breaking up. We'll make our way home."
The bridge party was indeed breaking up as they went through the front door. When the ladies had finally gone Ben's father brought a glass of sherry and two more whiskies into the living room. Together father and son broke the news to mother. She had been there before, she who is unshockable. She simply raised her glass and said
"Then we have something to celebrate." When the toasting had died down she said "I liked Lewis immediately I met him. He's a good-looking lad, too." So Ben went to bed that night with a light heart, but woke Easter morning with the heavy head of a hangover. However, the three made it to church and Ben had recovered sufficiently to enjoy one of his mother's Sunday roasts.
After an early lunch on Tuesday Ben embarked on his return to Cambridgeshire and in the evening safely installed himself with his books, notes and laptop in Oddstones for the rest of the vacation.
XIV
Ben now felt at peace with himself and could consequently concentrate on his dissertation and revision. He had chosen as his theme the importance of physical education in balancing the academic curriculum and countering the couch potato society. During a break on his journey back to Cambridgeshire he had telephoned Lewis to say he had told his parents about their relationship, how reasonably they had reacted and how they looked forward to meeting him again.
That evening he made a similar announcement over dinner to Marc, Elly and Seb who heartily congratulated him on the boldness of his decision, but he made it clear that for professional reasons he did not want to come out publicly, well not yet anyway. Despite having the law on his side he felt that independent schools could still react very insensitively, unafraid of any subsequent industrial tribunal, while the maintained sector had to toe the line.
Ben worked hard until the day before the University term began. He interspersed his revision with daily runs, visits to the college gym and of course calls to Lewis whom he encouraged to work hard at his revision. On that Monday he moved his kit back into his college room early in the morning, brought his car back to Oddstones, caught the bus back into Cambridge and waited for the arrival of his loved one. He knew the train journey from Glasgow was less than direct, but using the Internet he deduced Lewis' ETA and walked along to the railway station in the hope of being able to greet him as he alighted from the train.
At last the train drew into the station and as he looked up and down the platform he eventually spotted Lewis. He ran up to him and without further ado Lewis dropped his luggage and they flung their arms round each other in a hug. Ben picked up one of his bags and they walked towards the exit. As they did they heard two voices behind them hailing them with a cheery hallo.
"Do you remember us?" said one.
"How could I forget," said Ben with a smile and a twinkle in his eye.
"You're the twins I met when I visited your school a few weeks ago. Jack and Ted, isn't it?"
"That's right," said Ted.
"Thanks for those photos you sent us." said Jack.
"Well, you were pretty sharp spotting who I was. You're the only people who have ever done that."
"Introduce me to your fans," said Lewis, obviously interested. Ben reminded him of the story of his teaching observation at the local comprehensive he had visited and the penny immediately dropped.
"We've left that school," said Jack and Ted in unison. "We're going to the Mythe School now." Two jaws dropped.
"Well, we might see you then," replied Ben, quickly regaining his composure. "We start teaching there again in a week's time." At this they parted company as the two youngsters went off to catch a bus.
"That's something to look forward to," said Lewis. "Should make third form games interesting. You've certainly got a gift for spotting talent." Ben blushed.
"It wasn't like that at all," but realising he was having the mickey taken out of him he knew any further explanation would be useless.
Back at college Lewis unpacked, informal dinner and then out for a drink to celebrate being together again.
"I haven't told you the good news yet, have I?" said Ben.
"When I told Marc and Elly about us, they were so pleased, but the important thing was that they said that whenever we needed a break we could come and spend the weekend at Oddstones. You're to consider yourself one of the family which means as long as we're content to entertain ourselves we can go there whenever we want, even if they're doing other things. They're only a telephone call away."
They made their way back to college. Lewis had brought another bottle of one of his rare malts back from Scotland which had to be sampled that evening. Even without the alcohol they had the ardent desire to spend the night together, but realised that as the college was packed with those freshly returned for the new term they would have to bide their time. After an intimate hug Ben returned to his room, got ready for bed and relieved his yearning in the time honoured way.
Next day there was a special programme of lectures and seminars. The dissertations were handed in. Then two and a half days of examinations, a long weekend and TP on the following Monday. Ben and Lewis took full advantage of his brother's and sister-in-law's invitation.
It was interesting now that Lewis' and Ben's relationship was officially confirmed among the family. Seb had always been polite, welcoming and outgoing towards them, but now he started to take a real interest in the couple and would often take them off to his apartment for a drink and a chat. He played the rôle of big brother and father figure in one, and in a most delightful way, putting them at ease. Oddstones was to become their home from home.
XV
Ben and Lewis walked off to the Mythe together on the Monday morning. As a future member of staff Ben found a different attitude towards him from the colleagues. The pupils did not know. His maths commitment was doubled. He now had two forms which in all probability he would not teach when he started officially in September. He was also encouraged to observe sixth form classes. Lewis again disappeared off to the labs for his chemistry and would join Ben for third form games two afternoons a week.
The school was large enough to provide a choice. The cricketers were creamed off and they practised for inter-school matches, while over the term the rest followed a varied programme of team sports such as cricket and softball, or individual ones such as tennis, athletics or swimming. And this is where Ben and Lewis worked together under the supervision of the games staff. As a PE man officially, at least for the time being, Ben had responsibility for organising the various activities.
Lewis, of course, still had not gained a post and was tired of reading about the shortage of science teachers. He had made many applications, but at present was not even getting interviews. Ben jollied him along, quite easy from his position of strength, and would help him trawl through the Times Ed.
After their combined games afternoons the two lads would remain behind and thrash a ball about the tennis court. Ben could easily fit his runs into the teaching day, but Lewis felt he was neglecting his fitness. One advantage would be that this term they at least had the school half term holiday and they had plans for it.
The first week had passed quickly and on Friday evening after a game of tennis the two wandered back to college depressed at the idea of marking and lesson preparation for the following week plus a visit from their tutors. However, on arriving back there was a little light relief, for the workers returning from the chalkface were soon directed to the college notice board. The results of the theory exams were posted and both Lewis and Ben had passed. Whatever the workload this called for a celebratory drink after dinner. Ben was relieved since he only had to pass this term's TP and he had a PGCE and a job. Lewis had something else to add to his CV. Not only that, but he also had a letter inviting him to interview at the school where Ben had first met the Batty twins while on observation. He encouraged his friend by saying how impressed he had been with the atmosphere.
In the college bar there was the usual Friday night crowd, but of course not many of them were education students, many of whom had moved out to their boarding schools again and would not hear their results until the following day, or even Monday. Lewis got in the first round and the lads joined their friends, but it became clear that they really wanted to be on their own. So they drank up and went out to town to find a quiet pub. Some hope on a Friday evening, but they did manage it in the backstreets of Cambridge. Lewis possessed an uncanny ability of seeking out eating places and watering holes suitable for the particular mood or occasion. As they walked through the streets Ben slipped his arm round Lewis' waist and immediately experienced a tightening in his trousers which just added to his overall feeling of frustration. Despite the terms of the open invitation he did not feel he could at such short notice telephone his brother and sister-in-law and stretch their hospitality, especially as it was less than a week since their last stay there. In any case the work for school had piled up for both of them and it had to be a working weekend. Installed in a dark and quiet corner of the pub Ben disclosed his feelings to Lewis, quite unnecessarily as Lewis was not only in the same state, but had also correctly judged his friend's mood.
They drank slowly and quietly, often staring longingly into one another's eyes. It was all they could do to prevent themselves from behaving in an unacceptable way in public as their passions became roused. Eventually as last orders were called they realised how time had melted away and they made the decision to wend their way back to college. Ben invited Lewis to his room for a nightcap of cocoa and biscuits. Lewis went to his own room and divested himself of his outdoor clothes, quickly returning with his new bottle of malt whisky. As Ben was mixing the hot drinks Lewis came up behind him and took him in a hug. Any resistance he might have had disappeared in a trice and still in a hug he led him to his bed and they tumbled onto it.
When Ben woke he was freezing for his clothes were in a pile on the floor mingled with Lewis'. It was one o'clock in the morning. He slipped on his dressing gown, finished making the cocoa and took a cup to Lewis. He too felt cold and slipped his clothes back on. They slowly drank their cocoa, feeling like death warmed up, before Lewis finally stood up, kissed his lover on the cheek, picked up his untouched bottle of whisky and disappeared back to his own room with a whispered "Good Night".
XVI
The lads' Saturday squash game in winter had given way to tennis in summer. After today's game they parted company to do marking and preparation. From then on the weekend was unremarkable which is more than could be said for the following week. It appeared to start with Tuesday games, or at least that was when our two friends first noticed what was happening. It was one of those warm, still Spring afternoons that lull you into the illusion that Summer is beginning. Tuesday and Thursday games were the occasions when the four people involved came together. This particular day Ben and Lewis were organising a softball match and who should be in their group, but the Batty twins. So far, so good. Apart from the customary cheery greeting from each to each of the games staff there was at first nothing to pick them out of the crowd. As new boys they had integrated well with their classmates. They even already appeared to be well-liked. Ben divided the class into two teams with Jack on one side and Ted on the other, trying to make the sides equal according to their training and certainly not allowing the captains to pick in case the last two chosen should suffer the pangs of inferiority. From what followed it also seemed that he had divided the twins correctly with Jack in his team while Ted was in Lewis'. Both boys did what they could to be helpful in setting up the game, or to put another way to attract the attention of their respective team coach to the extent that Ben even remarked upon it to Lewis.
"So you noticed as well. It's not an unknown situation. I'll tell you about it later." Lewis went off to organise his team while Ben sorted his out. Then it happened, as if rehearsed and on cue. Just before the game was about to begin Jack and Ted removed their tracksuits, not just that, but by asking questions about the game they made sure they had the attention of their teachers. Jack was dressed in a white singlet and very short white shorts leaving very little to the imagination, while Ted wore a Linford Christie type Lycra running-suit which left absolutely nothing to the imagination, and to say the least both were very well developed boys. However, the remarkableness did not stop there for their gear was as near as possible to what Ben had been modelling on the pictures which he had sent them from his portfolio the previous term. No problem for Lewis. He just went on and answered the questions, but it was Ben who forgot himself, dropping his jaw and with his eyes popping out on stalks. Lewis helped his friend and colleague out by causing a distraction and anyway the cheers, clapping and wolf-whistles from the rest of the class saved the situation. Obviously Ted had done it for a dare.
Lewis clapped his hands and called everyone in for the toss-up and final instructions, but Jack at least, if not Ted as well, knew they had attained their first goal. Fortunately the other boys seemed oblivious.
The rest of the session went as planned. However, when the group was dismissed who should stay behind but Jack and Ted who wanted to help put the equipment away, or rather they wanted the undivided attention of their teachers.
"Don't forget your tracksuits," said Ben who after a whole double lesson had eventually got used to their appearance.
"Do you like the sportsgear, sir?" piped up Jack.
"It was a birthday present," Ted joined in.
"I think I've seen something like that before," said Ben.
"Yes. You were wearing it on those photos you sent us when we were still at the comp."
"I know. That's why I looked so surprised," said Ben lying through his teeth, and the boys knew it. Lewis just looked away so they couldn't see the grin on his face as he almost choked suppressing his laughter.
"They say imitation is the sincerest form of flattery," he managed to splutter out. Jack and Ted were as good as their word in clearing away and with a typically cheery
"See you Thursday, sirs" went off to get changed.
With a feeling of relief once they had gone Ben challenged Lewis to a jog round the playing fields which they interspersed with sprints and exercises. Since they had been back at the Mythe Ben had taken Lewis' complaint of losing his fitness seriously and they kept each other up to scratch physically. They went off to shower and change, collected their books from the Common Room and made their way back to college.
Walking along the main road Ben said
"What were you going to explain later?" It was the first reference to the afternoon's amazing events.
"What? About those two lads?"
"Mmm."
"Typical adolescent crushes. We used to do that sort of thing at school if we fancied a young master, especially if we thought he was gay as well. They've obviously got us sussed and I would say they were sympathetic rather than anti."
"So what do we do about it?"
"Act professionally. Don't react to their behaviour, but remain deadpan. Don't encourage it, but on the other hand don't avoid them or ignore them because that could lead to all sorts of trouble."
"It's all right for you to say that, but I've got a job here and I want to keep it." Ben was obviously troubled inside, particularly by the fact that he had found them both attractive. Despite his love for Lewis he still had not sorted himself out fully. There were depths in his make-up that even he had not as yet fathomed.
"Well, one thing is to make sure as far as possible that they remain with the group. Try and forestall them from staying behind alone and if they do, make sure there are other boys there with us." Meanwhile they had arrived back at college and they went for a cup of tea in Lewis' room.
That was fine on Thursday. The twins had been detailed off to play tennis while Ben and Lewis ran two five-a-side soccer games. By the time the following Tuesday session came round they had forgotten about the twins until Ben came to take their swimming session. Firstly he could not help but notice them because of their cheery greeting followed by an enquiry as to where Lewis was. But once they had made themselves stand out from the crowd Ben could not keep his eyes off them in their snug fitting swimming costumes, for while a good half of the class wore boxer type shorts Jack and Ted were among the minority attired in scrungies and theirs clung to and accentuated every nook and cranny of their lower anatomy. To make matters worse the pair stretched and posed whenever waiting on the side of the pool and Ben could not look away when Jack in particular clasped his hands behind his head, bent backwards and turned and smiled at him. After that he kept the boys in the water as much as possible until the changeover in activities halfway through the session in the hope that the effect of the cold water on their anatomies would give them less incentive to tart so outrageously, but it seemed to have the opposite effect. He was grateful no other member of staff was there to witness what could have been embarrassing for him. On the other hand he wasn't to know that they would not have behaved so outrageously had their regular member of staff been there.
After dismissing their classes Ben and Lewis met and as they were not on changing duty that afternoon they went for their run round the fields. The warm, late Spring weather was continuing and they had worked up a profuse sweat by the time they returned to the staff changing room in the pavilion. Lewis checked that everyone had gone before they stripped off and went for a shower, but imagine their surprise when walking into the shower for who should they find still there? None other than Jack and Ted. At first the two pairs stopped in their tracks. Ben, as naïve as ever, just stared open-mouthed. The twins just stared. A smile, or was it a grin, broke out over their faces as they made no effort to look away. Ben could not take his eyes off Jack. Yet neither could Jack tear his away from Ben. It was as if time stood still and when they eventually did look one another in the face they each saw on the other a wide-eyed picture of wonderment and admiration. Ben had never noticed such perfection of form in the beauty of a human being, a beauty that could not be surpassed by Lewis or Seb or even his brother. Jack was obviously in awe of how well developed Ben was, although neither twin could exactly be described as a eunuch, and meanwhile time continued to stand still.
Again it was Lewis who saved the situation saying
"Shouldn't you have been gone ages ago?"
"Is it that late, sir?" remarked Jack.
"Sorry, we didn't realise. I haven't got my watch on," said Ted, at which they slowly and deliberately in mock deference minced past and out of the showers with satisfied smiles on their faces and a cheery
"Sorry, sirs.."
"We won't do it again, sirs."
"Bye, sirs, see you tomorrow.", but in a manner for which they could not be reproached and just in time before Ben betrayed his genuine interest.
"How do you manage, Lewis?" Ben exhaled a long sigh of relief.
"Experience," came the reply.
They showered and changed, collected their books from the Common Room and made their way back to college. When they had arrived back at college they went for a cup of tea in Ben's room.
Thursday Ben made sure that he organised the session so that he and Lewis would be nowhere near the twins, but afterwards felt that he had cut off his own nose to spite his face for he missed them, something which Lewis coincidentally remarked on as they made their way back to college.
On the Friday school broke up for half term. They would return after ten days for the last two weeks of TP and their final assessment. Also Lewis had at last gained a job interview at the comprehensive after half term. However, first they were going on holiday and on the recommendation of Ben's brother and brother-in-law where were they heading for? Nowhere else but Mykonos.
XVII
Ben and Lewis spent the Friday night at Oddstones from where Marc took them to the airport early Saturday morning. Once on the aeroplane they could finally relax and look forward to a week of sun, swimming, other sporting activities and most importantly each other's company. They arrived at their hotel in Mykonos Town late in the afternoon. They vowed to do very little that evening. So after dinner they returned to their hotel room, chilled out for an hour and went to bed. They woke to bright sunshine, got up, showered and appeared for breakfast by the pool dressed in tee shirt and shorts.
The week passed quickly for Ben and Lewis. They didn't mind that there was little sight-seeing to be done on the island. They were happy to bathe and sunbathe, to play the various sports on offer. After a light lunch they would return to their air conditioned room at the hotel for a siesta during the heat of the day when they could lie in bed together and enjoy each other. Late afternoon they would swim in the sea or in the hotel pool and in evening eat either in the hotel or in one of the many bars where they met fellow British tourists with the same interests and with whom they sat and talked over a drink. It would be gone midnight before they finally climbed into bed and fell asleep in each other's arms.
Saturday they had to fly back to England and to make them feel the benefit of their week's holiday the weather was at its most dismal with rain on landing at Stanstead. Their first job was to ring Marc which meant that they had at best an hour to kill until he arrived. Rather than look back over the week they sat in one of the cafés and looked forward. Two more weeks of TP, then the long summer holidays. Ben had not given a thought to where he was going to live, probably because if push came to shove he could stay at Oddstones. Lewis still had no job, but he did have an interview. One more thought occupied Ben - the twins, especially Jack.
On the Monday Ben walked to the Mythe alone. For Lewis this was interview day and Ben had left him at college after wishing him the best of luck and giving him some unneeded advice on his attire. At school there was a large stiff brown envelope awaiting him with a 'Do not bend' label stuck to the front. It had come through the post, typed address label and Cambridge postmark on the franked label. It was time for assembly. So he carefully put the envelope into his briefcase where it remained temporarily forgotten for the rest of the day. Ben had more important things on his mind. His tutor was coming to observe third year games on the Tuesday afternoon and he wanted to make sure he was well prepared. As the programme was his he made sure that the Batty twins would not be in his group, but delegated them to Lewis. He was going to spend the whole afternoon with the same boys on various athletic skills: sprint starts, baton changeovers for track events and long jump and triple jump for field. He cleared the programme with his mentor, made sure the facilities were available and retired to the 'quiet room' to write out his lesson plan. Fourth form maths and then the seniors for games in the afternoon. After the end of school he kept up his personal fitness with a run and a medley of exercises, then made his way back to college. He had been so busy all day that it was not until the walk home that he gave a thought to Lewis and how he had got on. He went straight up to his room and was surprised to find he hadn't returned yet. He spent the next hour luxuriating in the bath. Finally he got out, dried himself and dressed down in grandad vest and his faded 501s to face the rest of the day. Like his brother he could wear Levi's as if they had been personally tailored for him with them fittin g snugly and emphasising his manly figure without ever appearing tight.
Once he had dried his hair he made his way across the landing to be met halfway by Lewis. He had no need to ask him how he had got on. His face told all. Ben took him in a hug and swung him round like a young child.
"But did you accept it?"
"I asked for a night to think about it. It seemed too good to be true and I wanted to search out the disadvantages. Anyway, it's chemistry or combined science throughout the school with a strong sixth form. A games commitment if I want it. A third form tutor group and no other responsibilities in my probationary year. I have until midday tomorrow to get in touch. How did your day go?"
"I've been planning for my final assessment tomorrow afternoon. Can we discuss it after supper? And then a small celebration is in order. The drinks are on me."
As on most evenings it was informal dinner. Afterwards the pair went back to Ben's room to talk about lesson plans. He took his folder out of his briefcase and with it came the brown envelope.
"Oh, I'd forgotten that. It was waiting for me at school." He took his paper knife, carefully slit it open and slid out a letter and some photographs. The letter was addressed to both him and Lewis and was from the Batty twins. Ben could hardly believe his eyes as he read the letter out. The photos were holiday snaps from the twins' Easter break. They had been offered as a thank you for the ones Ben had sent them at the end of last term. There were two separate folders clearly marked with Lewis' and Ben's names. Ben opened his. Inside he found two large colour photographs. The top one was of both twins in most revealing swimming costumes on the beach somewhere. Lewis had the same. The second one was of them individually - a picture of Ted in Lewis' folder and a highly provocative one of Jack in Ben's. Ben felt his blood pump faster round his body and when he could finally take his eyes off the subject and look at the background he recognised straightaway where the photos had been taken. The twins had spent their Easter holiday in Mykonos.
It was five minutes before Lewis could tear his friend away from the contents of the envelope. He could only take his eyes off the photos when he was reading and rereading the letter which incidentally ended with 'Your affectionate admirers'. Even Lewis' genuine interest faded into indifference when set besides Ben's. Finally Lewis took them gently out of his hand and put them in Ben's desk drawer. Woken from his dream at last Ben spoke.
"Lewis, before we go out we ought to make a decision about the weekend. I thought it might be a nice idea if we went to Oddstones."
"What about work?"
"Well, we can probably do that just as well there as here. Probably better as I'll be the only distraction and I promise to behave myself. Honest."
"Oh, that's a pity. Anyway, it's just that I'll be building up to my final assessment on the Tuesday after."
"Oh, you've got the date?"
"Yes, there was a note waiting for me when I came back from the interview."
At that Lewis went back to his room to get ready and Ben hauled out his mobile to phone Oddstones. Marc answered.
"Yes, of course you can. No worries." Marc had obviously been watching too much Home and Away. "You know Elly and I are going down to see Mum and Dad this weekend, don't you? And Seb's in and out. So you'll have the place to yourselves. Don't worry. We'll do the Sainsbury's run and fill up the fridge and the larder before we go."
"No need," said Ben unable to hide his mendacity.
"So I'll pick you up Friday afternoon and get you back in time for school Monday morning. Is that all right?"
"Couldn't have planned it better myself. We're just off out to celebrate. Lewis has got a job offer and as I've spent all day preparing for my final assessment tomorrow, I need a break, even if it's only for lemonade and lime."
"Good luck for tomorrow."
"Thanks. Love to Elly and Seb. Bye." And at that point Lewis came back into the room suitably dressed down for a warm summer's evening.
"We're on for the weekend," and with that they left for one of Cambridge's low spots.
As good as his word Ben bought all the drinks that night, all two rounds. Not that Lewis lived up to the reputation of a Scotsman. In fact he had a very generous nature. Also you had to listen to him very carefully to discover that he was Scottish at all, although Ben did notice on his visit to Glasgow he soon lapsed into the accent when he was talking to the natives. Perhaps that was self-preservation.
Settled into a quiet corner with a drink and sitting beside each other Ben said to Lewis
"So what about this job, then?" He talked very enthusiastically about it, how he liked the school and the pupils he had seen, how concerned they were to help NQTs through their probationary year. He'd liked the staff and the atmosphere in the staff room.
"So what's holding you back?"
"It's you, really." Ben looked genuinely shocked and Lewis realised it. "Or rather us." The look on Ben's face eased.
"What do you mean?" Lewis was searching for the right words.
"We talk a lot, don't we? But we never really talk about us."
"We've never needed to. We just came together by chance, got on together by chance and discovered we shared the same interests by chance. I suppose we've just taken everything for granted. We have never needed to talk about us."
"I won't ask the question I want to ask, not yet anyway, and I think I know the answer, but I'll tell you what's on my mind." Ben sat back and took occasional sips of his lemonade and lime as Lewis spoke.
"As I said, we came together by chance for this PGCE year and I have always assumed that at the end of it we would for good or ill go our separate ways, but…" He paused. "…you've got a job in Cambridge and I've been offered a job in Cambridge. I like the job and I'm also desperate to take it. It's late in the school year." He stalled. "I've grown very fond of you, Ben. We've had a lot of fun together, but I never assumed that I have any claim on your life apart from the natural demands of friendship. My feelings, however, have gone beyond friendship and I have fallen in love with you."
Lewis waited for the shock to appear on Ben's face, but it didn't come. The more extrovert and therefore less introspective of the two, Ben, had never questioned their relationship. He had fully accepted it without concerning himself with the implications. After a short pause he simply turned towards Lewis, took hold of his hand, kissed him on the cheek and then whispered in his ear
"I've known that for ages and I've fallen in love with you too. Only I've never got round to telling you, which now makes me feel awful." Lewis returned the kiss. Ben stood up and got the second round in.
After toasting their love for one another they sat back. Rationality had returned. They sat back and Ben began the conversation again.
"I had to sort myself out and I could only start to when I knew I had a job and where it was. I haven't done much, but get tomorrow over I've got just under three months and no excuse. You've probably heard one of us say that Marc bought Oddstones out of a legacy. The legacy was from my grandparents, mother's parents, and was split equally between Marc, Jessica and me. Jessica's now got her home with Adam. I was under eighteen at the time and my share was invested, and invested very well. I can afford to buy a house and have some change left over. If you would like to, you could move in with me. You could help me choose the house." Lewis' face had become radiant.
"That's more than I ever dared think and if I sell my flat I can pay my share."
"We'll worry about that later. The important thing is - will you accept the job?"
"You've taken all my reservations away. Of course I will. Now look, my first lesson's at ten tomorrow. Can you tell them I'll be in late, but in time to teach, as I've got to go back to the school? Then I can deliver my acceptance in person."
They drank up and made their way back to college. It was still light as the sun was dipping below the horizon and the day had lost little of its warmth. On the tortuous way back they passed through a narrow alley. As no one was in sight Lewis took Ben in a tight embrace, pressed him against the wall and gave him such a passionate kiss that it was to leave them both with a feeling of extreme frustration that night.
XVIII
On the next day Ben's final teaching assessment went very well, although not without one hitch. Despite his best laid plans who should turn up in his group but the terrible twins. They had come to an arrangement with two other boys and sent them off to Lewis' group. They couldn't have known in advance how important this lesson was for Ben, not until they recognised his college tutor from previous sessions. He could not send them away and in the end it paid off to have them there. Considering that they had only been at the Mythe for just over half a term, and among people who had known each other for nearly three years they had been extremely well accepted. Though typical of the ethos of the school it was still quite a social achievement. Perhaps with their experience of peer group pressure from the comprehensive they knew how to run a class and although they had never used that ability maliciously they immediately noticed a place for it now. Not that Ben had ever had any difficulties with his classes, but he could tell the right atmosphere had been set among the pupils. They were attentive and they tried their hardest. Without going into any more detail the session could not have worked out better. Afterwards there was a discussion between him, his tutor and his school mentor at the end of which he was sent away with an invitation to sherry with his tutor before dinner that evening. Ben could only wonder at the purpose of that. It was informal dinner anyway.
By the time he got back to the changing room Lewis was just coming out of the shower after his sprints and jogs round the school playing fields. Ben faithfully reported what had happened including the way the Batty twins had swapped groups. Had they known something?
"Do you think they heard us talking in the changing room?" enquired Lewis.
"Then they must have reacted very quickly," answered Ben. "They can't have picked anything up from before half term, or could they?" Ben went round to check the pavilion before he took his shower and changed. They collected their books from the Common Room and made their way back to college. When they had arrived back at college they went for a cup of tea in Lewis' room.
P E students were expected to wear a blazer when they were at school and not in sports kit and this is what Ben wore when he crossed the court to go to his tutor's rooms. After the formalities and the sherry had been poured he sat back in a deep armchair anxiously awaiting to hear the reason for this summons.
"Ben, it will take a little time before you hear this through the official channels, but I wanted to tell you personally how pleased your practice school is with you and with what you've done there. It certainly makes it easier for us to place another student with them next year. They're looking forward to your starting in September. Have you found somewhere to live yet?" Ben outlined his plans, leaving out one important detail. "You've been an interesting student to teach. We rarely have anyone who is not PE trained and so there was a challenge for us, as well. You'll be pleased to know that we shall be awarding you a straight "A" for this term's teaching practice which with the previous TP's "A" minus and your meritable theory exams and dissertation means that you will receive your certificate and although there is no official class or honour you have performed most creditably. Congratulations and I look forward to seeing you on my future visits to the Mythe. Still, the enemy has caught up with us and it's time to stroll across to Hall. Good luck in your career and I hope you will enjoy teaching." Ben rose from his chair flushed with pride and enthusiastically thanked his tutor for all his help.
He could not wait to tell Lewis who was as happy as he was on hearing the news. Later in the week at school the Headmaster caught up with him and took him into this study. After congratulating him on gaining his PGCE he confirmed Ben's post from September and asked him to come in for a day during school exams to prepare himself for the term ahead.
On Friday afternoon Marc picked up Ben and Lewis and took them off to Oddstones. As they went in Seb walked out with a suitcase which he put in the boot of his car. All four joined Elly for a cup of tea. After greeting them warmly she said how pleased she was that the house would not be empty over the weekend. The 'boys' offered to wash up while she and Marc got ready for their weekend journey down to the west country. Finally with Seb already gone Ben and Lewis waved them goodbye, wishing them a safe journey and sending their love to the parents. Finally they could relax and plan their weekend of work for Lewis, marking and lesson prep for Ben with a little relaxation permitted inbetween.
On Saturday morning they slept in. After a late breakfast they spent their time on keeping fit with a run round the neighbourhood. They were getting to know the area by now and had found a route of public footpaths that would take them round the village and bring them to the main road on the Cambridge side. Just as they were running along the lane which opened out onto the main road they had to stop while Lewis bent down to do up his shoe lace. As Ben wandered around his eye happened upon a 'For Sale' notice and mindful of an earlier conversation he called across.
"Hey, Lewis, come and have a look at this." A drive led from the lane to a plot of land largely screened from any traffic by high hedges, but once they looked inside they saw two separate houses set back quite a way from the road and obviously with some land attached to each. Strangely both were for sale, but even odder was the fact that though they obviously belonged together, they were built in two entirely different styles. Both brick built, the larger one was a conventional detached house with obviously at least four bedrooms and a double garage. They could see no more from the front. However, it was the other one which intrigued Ben. The ground area was smaller, but unusually it was a cottage built in an L-shape with two wings. The garage was separate from the house. The other thing that struck him was that although architecturally different the two houses belonged together for there was little sign of their being fenced off.
"What do you think of these, Lewis?" He pointed out what he had noticed. "I'm quite taken with the L-shaped one. You don't see many of those." Lewis' mind was not really tuned to houses at that moment, but after a little consideration he agreed. Ben made a mental note of the estate agent's name. As he was based in Cambridge he could easily pop in on Monday.
They continued their run through the village and back to Oddstones. After a shower they decided out of sheer caprice to put on their bodysocks as these not only showed their bodies off to great advantage and the delight of the other, but the material enhanced any physical contact they had. Lewis disappeared up to the bedroom while Ben stayed in the sitting room to get on with various tasks for school. Ben had volunteered to do the cooking to allow Lewis time for his work. They would snack at lunchtime and eat properly in the evening. Up to date with his tasks Ben took the newspaper into the garden and promptly dozed off on the sun lounger. In the afternoon Lewis joined him there and they simply relaxed. Once dinner was over and cleared away they slumped down in front of the television. At least Channel Four could be relied on for something reasonably stimulating on a Saturday evening.
For the meal they permitted themselves a bottle of wine from which they had just drained the last drop. It was already dark when suddenly over the sound of the television they heard a noise outside. They put their trainers back on. Ben grabbed a baseball bat left with the umbrellas by the backdoor and they both crept out. As they did the security lights came on. There was the sound of a motor and a van, its backdoors still open, screeched and with a skid start sped down the drive. The driver, however, left his unfortunate accomplice behind. He dropped the bag he was carrying and tried to leg it. With two against him he had nowhere to go and with two fit young men, one a qualified (almost) P E student, he would have stood very little chance had he tried to escape. Held in an arm lock by the other two the unfortunate was dragged indoors and forced to the floor by the telephone. Lewis dialled 999. Ben removed his balaclava and saw the frightened face of a youth much their own age, but with a variety of pustules and body piercing. Once Lewis was free, Ben said he had an idea. In the scullery he had seen some large plastic ties, the type used in the garden to tie trees to stakes. Once fastened they could only be cut off. With Lewis' help he slipped one round the culprit's ankles. Then he was roughly turned round and his wrists were similarly bound at the back. Now it was just a question of waiting which they did in complete silence to unnerve the burglar still further. Lewis then went and fetched two pairs of tracksuit bottoms which our heroes slipped on, feeling that a bodysock might not be the most appropriate attire to meet the police in. Within twenty minutes they could see the bluelight flashing outside. They quickly cut off the cable ties, put the baseball bat back in the bin with the umbrellas and let the police in through the backdoor. Once the intruder was in their custody Lewis went and picked up the bag he had dropped outside. The tools and the stolen property were enough to make his intent clear. The police made the arrest, took some details, were confident that they knew who his accomplice was and said he would receive a visit before the night was out. The detainee was taken away in handcuffs and quiet descended again on Oddstones. Fortunately because of the quick action by Ben and Lewis nothing had actually gone missing - the contents of the bag had been taken away as evidence - and the damage was limited. Incidentally some months later they did hear that the arrest of that villain, and later that night of his mate, resulted in a custodial sentence and a significant reduction