Father & Son: Book two of the Jensen Family Series
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“Ok.” Paul stood and flicked open the button on his jeans, preparing to follow his fiancé, “Let me know if you need anything or I can help.” He didn’t wait for her response before stripping down to his boxers and diving in the pool.
Chapter Thirty Seven
Sitting in the window seat, Gavin watched as the removal van next door was unloaded. He wasn’t allowed in his room. He’d devised several ways of irritating his mother while confined there and she’d finally snapped. Ordering him downstairs and over to the window seat. So here he sat, serving time for not only getting expelled but for his belligerence too.
“Whatcha doing?” Munching on an apple, Novak came to keep his friend company.
“Watching the new people move in.”
Leaning on the window frame, the boys watched in silence for a while. Novak suddenly straightened, slapping Gavin around the back of the head. “Dumb arse.” He chastised.
“What?” Rubbing his head, Gavin looked up at the older boy.
Novak pointed out the window. “Are you not looking in the same direction as I am? Do you not see the shit hot girl about to move in next door?”
“Yeah I see her. Grounded remember? Can’t even set the tip of my toenail outside.”
Laughing, Novak began to walk away. “Too bad.”
Sitting back, crossing his legs, Gavin settled in to watch the master at work. He had become accustomed to girls throwing themselves at the blond god’s feet. This should be easy for him.
Dropping his apple core into the dustbin and being sure to rattle the tin lid as he replaced it, Novak was entirely unsurprised to find the eyes of the hot new neighbour on him.
“Hi.” He moved closer to the low fence dividing the properties. “Moving in?”
Looking the tall, strikingly good looking teenager over from head to toe, Cara, the neighbour, promptly decided that he probably had girls dripping off him and while she conceded she was pleased something nice to look at was living next door, she certainly wasn’t going to make it easy for him.
“What gave it away?” She asked. “The massive truck or our shit all over the front lawn?” She placed her hands on her hips, cocking an eyebrow.
Novak smiled that smile that got girls to drop their knickers with ease, thinking Ooh sassy. “Yeah, something like that. I find the visual signals make situations easier to read. I’m Novak”
Snorting at his smart arse answer, she relented “Cara, nice to meet you Novak.”
“So,” Novak shuffled his feet. “Are you going to be hitting up the local school? My brother and I go there.”
Her initial thought was oh God, there’s two of them. “Yeah, I’ll be going to the one down the way a bit. No, it’s ok, I don’t need your help getting there or being shown around. I’m quite capable of doing all that on my own.” She turned and walked away leaving Novak goldfishing in the driveway.
Gavin was laughing so hard he was almost crying. He’d never seen the tried and tested Novak charm fail quite so miserably.
“Nicely done.” He laughed as his friend joined him.
Shoving Gavin along the window seat and sitting, Novak shot him a pissed off look and simply said “Shut up.”
“Fuck! My stomach hurts from laughing. You made no impression at all dude.”
“She’s in to me. She just doesn’t know it yet.” He sulked. “Did you see the way she looked me up and down?”
“She was probably wondering why they were moving in next to the abominable snowman.”
“Think you could do better?”
“Positive.”
“Go on then, lets see what you’ve got.” Novak dared.
“Grounded. I’d quite like to be allowed out again before I’m fifty so no. Not today.”
“Oh yeah, nice work Mr Can’t keep his mouth shut, grounded for a month. You are going to miss an amazing party this weekend.
Getting up, bored now with Novak’s ribbing “Thanks for pointing that out Captain Obvious.”
Gavin settled well in to life at his new school. Already being friends with those who hung around with Novak, he was readily accepted into the group and for the first time in an age, began to enjoy school.
He integrated easily with the older pupils and settled quickly to the heavy workload. It didn’t take him long to make friends and he was sure he heard a sigh of relief from his mother when his first term passed incident free. He was still fighting, just not in school grounds and he made sure not to get caught.
It didn’t take long for him to catch the eye of the rugby coach and following a few fitness assessments and speed trials in which Novak beat him consistently, he was accepted onto the rugby team. The coach paid him close attention on his first match and couldn’t fail but notice while he wasn’t the quickest person into a sprint, once he got there, little could stop him. He was agile and dodged other players with ease and those who got in his way soon lived to regret it as Gavin would put his head down and power through, fearless.
Within three months, he was made Captain of the team much to his delight. Rugby all of a sudden became a very large draw with the girls in the upper sixth form. Novak always garnered attention but now with Gavin by his side, the two were quite a sight and made a formidable duo.
Sorting through his locker, talking over his shoulder to Novak behind him, Gavin had to keep stopping his conversation to repeatedly greet the stream of girls walking through the corridors much to Novak’s amusement. Gavin had been on a few dates but hadn’t said anything about them afterwards. He lived vicariously through Novak, his older, experienced friend and was content with that and his hand thus far.
“Hey Gav.” Cara stopped next to him, opening her locker, glancing over her shoulder, she eyed the blond god behind her, “Novak.” She winked at him. She’d enjoyed Novak in several ways since she had moved in next door but she had made it clear it was a no strings arrangement. “What are you planning for your birthday?” She asked the younger boy.
“Nothing, just hanging with James and Novak I think.” He shrugged. He would be turning sixteen within the week and didn’t want a fuss made.
“Hey Gavin.” Another female voice drifted into the trio’s conversation.
“Oh, erm, Hi Lucy.” Gavin mumbled as he briefly made eye contact with the girl.
“See you in Chemistry.” Lucy smiled and blew him a kiss as she turned to leave.
Leaning against his locker, Gavin dragged his hand through his hair, completely unaware of the effect that gesture had on Cara. “Wow.” He breathed.
Novak looked between his friend and the departing girl. “Why aren’t you hot on her heels dude? She’s so in to you it’s like a punch in the gut.”
“She’s just being nice.” Gavin denied any interest as he slammed his locker shut. “Catch you later.”
Cara slid her arm around Novak as they watched Gavin depart. “He needs to get laid.” She spoke to no one in particular but she was mirroring Novak’s thoughts.
“He’s not the only one.” Novak grumbled.
“I can help you with that.” She grinned up at him. “In fact, I can help Gavin with that too.”
“You’d do that for him?”
“Sure, why not? He’s a bit droolworthy, it won’t exactly be a chore.”
Novak laughed “Happy birthday Gav.” He pulled Cara against him, leaning down to thrust his tongue into her mouth knowing she would eagerly respond. “You rock Cara.”
Smiling, she looked up at him, “I know.” They began to walk in the same direction as Gavin. “He has no idea how hot he is does he?”
“Doesn’t appear to have a clue.” Novak confirmed.
“And I’ll just bet you have used that to your advantage.”
“Can’t have him steeling my thunder.” Novak admitted.
“I have a feeling you won’t be the top kahuna for much longer.” Laughing, Cara pinched Novak’s toned behind and skipped away from him.
“Never going to happen.” Novak called after her.
This afternoon was to prove a little different and the pupils gathered with an air of curiosity when they noticed the visitor to the class. In this lesson, Gavin sat next to James, Cara hogged one of the back corners of the classroom and Novak was front and centre.
The opening gambit of the visitor was to ask what religious denominations were present in the room, asking for a show of hands as he recited a list. When Novak raised his hand as the Catholic faith was mentioned, the visitor perked up. Novak looked around the classroom and seeing that he was the only one affiliated with that religion made him slump his large form further down into his chair.
As the visitor began to fire questions at Novak, Gavin turned sideways in his chair, making himself comfortable with his back to the wall and his feet resting on the side of James’ chair. James was grinning as Novak squirmed under scrutiny.
When the visitor pointed out that Novak seemed to lack the appropriate amount of respect for his religion, he sat up straight and glared.
“Why would I respect a religion that was chosen for me? “ He asked. “I didn’t ask for it, it was foisted on me probably without a second thought and as I have never attended mass or even stepped foot in a church, I class myself as unreligious.”
“You have never attended mass?” The visitor was stunned, up until this point, the young man in front of him appeared quite knowledgeable about his religion.
“Nope. I guess you could say our faith has lapsed.” He smiled, hoping that would end the discussion.
“I presume then that you have never been to confession?”
Novak barked out a laugh, shaking his head no.
“No time like the present young man. I am ordained and can take your confession.”
“Nah, I’m good.” He held his hands up in defeat. “Anyway, isn’t confession supposed to be a private thing?”
“Yes but I see several curious looks about this subject. Am I right?” The visitor addressed the class to a resounding yes then looked straight back at Novak, eyebrows raised in question.
On a sigh, Novak answered “Fine, let’s get it over with.”
“Go ahead my son.”
Taking a moment to compose himself, Novak glanced over to James and Gavin, the latter had amusement written all over his face while James mouthed “I dare you.” At him.
Sitting back, placing his large hands on his desk, making himself comfortable, Novak took a breath and spoke loud and clear. “Forgive me Father for I intend to spend my entire weekend waste deep in sin.”
The entire classroom exploded into laughter, even their regular teacher covered his mouth with his hand to hide his smile.
The visitor however, was less than amused. “How dare you make a mockery of this?” He shouted, going red in the face.
Coming swiftly to his feet, Novak stepped forward, his bulk making the other man take a step back. “In my opinion, religion is a complete crock of sh….”
“Novak!” The teacher warned.
“Hypocrisy?” Novak asked, the teacher nodded and he turned back to the visitor. “In my opinion, religion is a complete crock of hypocrisy. It creates more problems than it solves and brainwashes desperate people into something they wouldn’t otherwise give a second thought to. That is just my opinion though, one which I am entitled to as you are to yours.” Having clearly vindicated himself and dodged a detention for rudeness, Novak returned to his seat to whooping and cheers from his classmates.
Sitting on his bed, quietly strumming on his guitar, frustrated that Novak seemed to do this rift so effortlessly, Gavin started over, taking a deep breath to calm his irritation. He began to hum softly and then form the words to the song. This somehow made his fingers move with less tension. He was nearing the end of the song when he became aware of Cara standing in the doorway of his bedroom and quickly clamped his hand over the fret board, cutting off the bum note he’d just played.
“Boy can sing.” Cara smiled.
Gavin set his guitar aside and dragged his fingers through his hair, noticing Cara bit her lip as his hands moved. His mouth was suddenly dry. Totally the fault of the tiny cropped top she was wearing which highlighted the underside of her braless breasts. He suddenly regretted not having his guitar on his lap as his groin began to tighten. “Erm, thanks.” He mumbled.
Knocking the door shut with her heel, Cara sauntered towards him. Pushing her fingers into his hair, she tipped his head back, satisfied when his hazel eyes lingered on her chest before flicking up to her face. “I’m going to kiss you Gav ok?” She didn’t wait for his answer before lowering her lips to his.
She straddled his lap as his lips parted and his hands glided up her back, holding her gently but with just the right amount of pressure to keep her in place. Gavin leaned backwards, taking her with him as he lay back. He groaned into her mouth as she pressed her spandex covered mound into his ever growing erection.
Putting a hand behind her, she grasped his wrist and brought his hand to her breast, they had yet to break the kiss, something she was reluctant to do, and she’d never been kissed like this before.
Eventually pulling back, running the tip of his tongue over his lips, Gavin watched Cara watch him. She leaned in and packed his cheek “Hmmm boy can kiss.” Sliding her hands beneath his t-shirt, she encouraged him to remove it and then dragged her tiny, barely there top over her head, pressing her bare chest to his.
“I er, I’ve never done anything like this.” Gavin admitted but his hands were snaking up her sides to cup her breasts.
“You seem like a natural, we don’t have to do anything more than this. We can work up to it.” She dropped her mouth to his collar bone, tasting him, liking the feel of him beneath her tongue.
Taking short, shallow breaths as she began to do wonderful things with her mouth on his torso, he managed to finally speak. “I’m already pretty worked up.”
Cara laughed, “I can feel that.” Her tongue delved into his navel and he shuddered beneath her. Her fingers circled the button on his jeans as she pressed kisses to the skin just above it. She raised her head, silently asking for his permission, smiling when he nodded. She took her time lowering his zip and then her fingers slid beneath the wide band of his shorts, she tugged slightly and he responded by lifting his hips just enough for her to wriggle his jeans and shorts down as far as she needed.
Gavin’s entire body clenched as her mouth came into contact with the head of his cock, he gripped the sheets beneath him when her tongue flicked out “Oh fuck.” He whispered as he watched his cock disappear between her lips. He didn’t remember releasing the sheets to fist her hair but there his hand was, gently encouraging her movements. Nothing had ever felt so good in his entire life.
Lifting her head and sitting back across his legs, she silently admitted to herself that he had impressed her. She’d blown a few virgins and most had exploded in her mouth within seconds. Gavin was trembling from head to foot but he was still impressively rock hard and watching her expectantly. “I want to watch you come.” She told him as she began to stroke his thick length.
“Not arguing but it doesn’t seem fair.” He barely finished his sentence before she had him bucking into her hand, his low groan as release claimed him made her skin prickle in pleasure. He stilled her hand as she continued to milk him, his cock now a mass of over sensitised nerves.
She laughed when he moved her hand away and bent to lick his offering from his hard abs, feeling them tense beneath her tongue. She let him see it hover on her tongue before swallowing and crawling up his body. “Have you ever tasted yourself?” he shook his head as her fingers traced his lips followed by her tongue.
His mouth opened readily and he tasted himself for the first time. His body was tingling all over and he had an overwhelming urge to sl
eep, he wanted to hold her to him as he did.
Cara had other ideas. “Next time will be all about me. I’ll show you what I like and see if you can get it right.” She kissed him again and reached for her top. Her sex was throbbing and she had been tempted to straddle Gavin and get herself off but she didn’t want to scare him and besides, Novak was just down the hall with a healthy supply of condoms and an every ready cock.
Chapter Thirty Eight
Paul and Suzanne broke the news of their engagement over lunch to both sets of parents. Monica as expected was over the moon. Suzanne’s parents tried to be happy but were soon voicing their reservations.
The luncheon spiralled downwards quickly when Paul left the table to take a call and Suzanne’s parents pointed out that he was already married to his job. Things went further downhill as the gathered parents began to make plans for a large, opulent wedding when the happy couple had already discussed a small, quiet affair.
Monica pipped Suzanne to the post by calling an end to the lunch when Paul lapsed into stony silence. They agreed to meet again the following day at the home of his future in-laws. It took all of Suzanne’s many whiles of persuasion to get him to see the positive side of it.
What Suzanne didn’t tell Paul is that they would be spending the night with her parents. With all their children now flown from the nest, they had recently downsized to a bungalow. Suzanne had wrongly presumed that they would take the spare bedroom and she was left wondering quite how she would tell Paul not only were they staying but they had been relegated to the sofa bed in the lounge as the spare bedroom was still full of unpacked boxes.
She was surprised when he took it remarkably well. There was no posturing or pouting and he held off his sullen brooding silence which usually made itself known when he was presented with something he didn’t want to do.
Regarding his fiancé whilst sipping from a large glass of rather nice rosé wine, he shrugged “I’m going to need a few more of these.” He raised his glass and finished his wine.