An English Boy In New York Part 4

Disclaimer:
	You have to be of legal age to read this, also make sure you
aren't breaking any laws by doing so. This story will contain underaged
homosexual relationships between two boys and possible scenes of a
sexual nature. If you find that this type of material offensive or you
otherwise decide not to need this sort of thing in your life, then you
should go elsewhere and perhaps reconsider the location you are looking
for stories, as seriously... you are in the wrong place.

All people and events in this story are fictional. Any similarities to
other people or events is purely coincidental and not to be taken
literally. On the other hand, New York City does exist and forms the
basis of at least this chapter. Subsequently, such places that exist
in real life New York City will find themselves making a cameo as you
can't visit NYC without seeing the sights.

However I have taken a liberty to actually create some imaginary
places in NYC that do not actually exist. You will not find them if
you go there, and they are only there for the purposes of this story.
Smash Music is purely fictional and and similarity to other references
is coincidental and unintended. You have been forewarned.

Introduction:
The time between the last chapter and this one was stupidly long and
I apologise. The excuses I was going to package with this introduction
was going to include new family members, medical conditions and
general RL stress, but as well as all that I am going to chalk the
biggest problem down to writers block. I just didn't know where to
take the story. However, I had conquered that block and decided to
retire this avenue of plot. So, I apologise again for the shorter
length of this story, but it's an road to another story that is very
much linked to this one.



I woke up entangled with Remy. He was still breathing gently against
my cheek as he snuggled up against me, his nakedness pressed up
against my leg. We had made love last night. It started at the hotel
front door and moved onto the bed as we shed our clothes and ended
in the shower. As it was, we had both collapse in a post-coital
weariness and fallen asleep in a loving embrace with the memories of
the previous day still fresh in our memory.

After a lengthy tour of the Smash Music New York Headquarters we moved
outside to spend the rest of the day in Central Park eating ice creams
and just walking around the expansive park. Today was a shopping trip
to get gifts and generally spend obscene amounts of money.

Remy stirred and his hand roamed my abdomen. "Hey." He said, his
voice barely a whisper.

"Morning sexy!" I said. "Sleep well?"

"Yeah, awesome pillow." He raised his head slightly and laid it back
down on my chest so his eyes could look into mine. "You?"

"Yeah," I replied. "I dreamt I was flying, then I woke up, and I was."

Remy smiled warmly, but the grin didn't last long as the connecting
door burst open and Connor was there in his boxers.

"Come on girls, time to get up!" He said throwing the clothes that
were on the floor at us.

"Dammit Connor its 8am." Remy retreated under the covers. "We should
have at least another few hours in bed." He complained from under the
protection of covers. I was trying to bat away the onslaught of
yesterdays clothing with my hands, failing to do so due to my
laughter.

"Well, sorry. But since you two were shagging for so long last night,
I thought it was only right to deny you a few hours sleep you horny
bastards," he chuckled at us.

I retaliated by grabbing a pair of yesterdays underpants and launching
at him. He failed to notice them in time and they landed on his head.
Bullseye.

Connor, flailed his arms like I'd thrown a spider at him, desperate
to fling the invading beastie off him. "Eww. That's gross."

My onslaught hadn't ended there. Since we were pretty much already up
by now I decided to incapacitate Connor further and I lunched myself
out of bed and throw the hotel 'European Bedding'; or as we call it,
a duvet, over him. I succeeded in placating him, and effectively
winning the battle of the hotel guest. Or so I thought.

The retaliation came swift and skilfully as he launched himself in my
direction, quite deftly landing on top of me.

"Got you." Connor laughed as he shucked the duvet off himself and
pinned me down. Then Remy joined in and jumped on top of Connor to
wrestle him off me.

The hotel door clicked open. "What's all the noise..." Mrs Wright
paused as she saw the mess of boys on the hotel room floor. It must
have been quite a sight. Two naked boys and one in just boxers and in
the middle of mid wrestle.

"Well, as long as you're up we might as well go out for breakfast.
Get showered and dressed. Meet me in the lobby in thirty." She said
quickly and then shut the door.

We all exchanged looks. I might have sense a slight emphasis on the
word 'up'.

"Okay that was awkward." Connor said. "If you guys weren't family I
would have been repulsed. Honestly, naked wrestling, who would have
thought?"

"Technically, I'm not family." I pointed out.

"You might as well be. We're best mates and your shagging my cousin.
Can't get any closer than that." Connor said. I nodded in agreement.
"But go shower, I hate to think what you were doing last night and
what stains you just rubbed against me.

"Ah don't be a prude." Remy announced punching Connor lightly in the
arm. "We finished in the shower so we're clean."

"Argh, details." Connor covered his ears and exited back into his
room. "Twenty five minutes." he said and closed the connecting door.


Thirty five minutes later me and Remy exited the elevator and crossed
the expansive lobby to where  Mrs Wright and Connor stood.

"Glad you could make it." Mrs Wright said. "Okay so breakfast. There's
plenty of places out here that do breakfast so lets walk along the
street and find a place."

"Oh lets go see Grand Central Terminal, it's connected to this hotel"
Remy said and looked over to where there was a glass side door in the
lobby that led to the Grand Central Terminal on Fifth Avenue.

We all agreed and we began our journey to get breakfast.

The station was nothing like stations in the UK. This one had what
can only be described as a shopping mall underneath it. In the UK
stations the shops are littered around the tracks and usually have a
couple of fast food stores, ten different news agents selling
overpriced confectionery and the compulsory book store. Here though
there were designer clothes stores, bag stores and every other store.
There was even a floor set aside for ethnic cuisine.

My favourite part of the station was the Whispering Arch. You could
whisper something on one side of the arch and the person at the other
side could hear you as if they were next to you. I had given it a go,
and got Remy to stand over one side and I on the other and I whispered
"Hey Sexy" into the wall.

The humorous quip failed as Mrs Wright coughed and said that we didn't
need a whispering wall to  hear that. I blushed a deep shade of
crimson while Remy just laughed and gave me a reassuring hug. If Mrs
Wright didn't already know we were in love, she would have after this
morning and just now.

We stopped at a diner for some breakfast and I had what I had always
wanted to try. Belgian waffled and syrup. Had this been in the UK, I
would have just been stared at blankly if I had asked for waffled and
syrup for breakfast. In the UK waffles are a dessert to be enjoyed
after a main meal and certainly not for breakfast. I enjoyed myself
thoroughly as I licked my fingers clean, in a teasing manner just for
Remy who was trying to eat his eggs and hide a boner. He'd get me
back at some point today. I was looking forward to it.

We finished up our breakfast and moved onto Times Square where we
took our obligatory photos and passed the camera around for combined
group shots. We then went into a multitude of shops, brought various
gifts and novelties that would no doubt get put in a box and and
brought out for special reminiscent occasions.


We finally entered what must have been the best store in Times
Square. M&M World. When I saw the store, my mouth had dropped open.
A whole store dedicated to a bag of sweets, or confectionery, if you
are American. We went in and the sight was overwhelming. There were
giant figurines of the M&M characters in various poses, there were
cases of M&M memorabilia such as a leather jackets emblazoned with
the characters and hundred of leathered M&M's. Naturally, I purchased
some overpriced branded junk that I liked such as a keyring, a T-
Shirt, boxers and a selection of peculiar coloured M&M's from the
massive display that wrapped around the stores wall. It was literally
a wall made out of the little round sweets. Hundred of vending buckets
with every colour possible. It was really quite amazing.

We exited munching on chocolate, even Mrs Wright was munching on some
of the more unusual chocolate purchases from the store. We skipped
lunch as we had eaten so much chocolate. Surprisingly the whole day
went by rather fast and the afternoon fell on us. We had shopped a
fair bit that day and ended up pretty tired back at the hotel.

The rest of the week went by in a blur. We went into the financial
area downtown and took the ferry over to Ellis Island and viewed the
Statue of Liberty on the way. We also conquered the Empire State
building and the Rockefeller Tower. We scoured the shops down Fifth
avenue and we visited most of the museums along the museum mile. The
whole week went by so fast, that my time with Remy was soon drawing
to a close.

It was with great pain and tears that we parted and had to go
separate ways for who knew how long. Even Mrs Wright gave me a hug
and reassured me that we'd reunite soon. Remy assured me that he
could visit often, and true to his word he did. I guess having a rich
family and being home schooled allowed you to travel about a bit. It
was painful without him, and it reminded me how much I loved him so.


About Twelve Months Later

The US of A.

My alarm woke me up, the shrill tones shattering the peace and
tranquillity of sleep. As usual, I bashed the alarm quiet and climbed
sleepily out of bed to look at myself in my full length mirror. Not
as skinny as I used to be, I even had the start of a Six-pack.

"Ethan!" My Mom bellowed up the stairs. "Ten Minutes."

Dammit, not enough time. I shed my underpants and wrapped a towel
around me and ran to the bathroom for the quickest of quick showers.

"Morning handsome." My mom beamed as I walked into the kitchen. I
wasn't sure if she was mocking or being tender, it was one of those
times when you aren't sure if she is trying too hard to be nice, or
she might be up to something.  Nevertheless I decided to ignore the
gesture, it was a trivial in comparison to what wonderful events
today held.

Connor was there too, having arrived two weeks ago for a stopover
for a holiday with his mates, he was due to leave tomorrow. Today
though; today was a day I had been looking forward to since we moved
to the states and dad had got his new job at Smash Music. Connor was
pretty adamant that I leave him to explore the town on his own for
that day. I felt guilty, but thankful I had such an understanding
friend, especially since we'd moved away. That had really hurt. The
guilt I had gone through because his cousin, who I had barely just
met had effectively caused the chain of events that would get dad his
new job with Mr Acres and subsequently us moving to the US and away
from my best friend.

In consolation though, since Connor and Remy were cousins, and me and
Connor were best mates, we could still gather a few times a year. In
fact it gave us more to talk about. There were also webcams and
social networks that we used regularly.

"I suppose you are going to eat out today?" Mom asked, smirking at
me as she leaned on the breakfast bar.

"Yep!" I grinned. "Special Day." I grabbed my sneakers, the ones
that 'he' bought for me and slipped them on. I made a habit of not
calling them trainers, they were called sneakers now. "Time to go!"

Mom coughed and tapped her cheek. I sighed and gave her the kiss on
her cheek, then turned to leave, not wanting to hang around for any
further parental privlidges.

"Hey, what about me?" Connor pointed to his cheek.

I grinned and stepped back and pecked Connor on the cheek. "Thank
you." He chuckled. "Be back by eight." He said, almost mimicking my
mom's tone perfectly. She never noticed or deftly ignored him. The
last thing they heard was the door clicking closed as I left the
house.

*	*	*

It was about a week after we returned when Dad had come back and came
up to my room and awoke me. I still had the habit of sleeping on one
side of the bed and waking every morning to wish that he would be there.

Dad had told me about his new Job in America that would involve us
moving out there. When he told me where we would be moving to and who
was employing him, it was like a lottery win. Even through it was
still a few weeks before we moved, I had already packed by the time
Dad had finished talking to me.

At first I didn't see him. He had his back to me and easily blended
in with the hundreds of other people drifting about the mall. He had
grew over the year since we had met, unfortunately I had not grown
quite so much so he still taller than me, but it was all cool by me.
It made holding him just that bit nicer when I can nuzzle my cheek
into his neck as I sleep.

Mom had had 'the talk' with us and we promised that if we were to get
frisky were were to use protection and while technically we were
under-age she made us abide by the don't ask, don't tell routine.
Basically, she knew we would or have already been screwing each other
brains out so it was better it be done properly than badly, but she'd
rather not hear it or clean it after us. That had made for a
particularly uncomfortable conversation for all parties involved. I
personally was amazed that mom knew so much about gay sex. I had to
actually google a few of the terms afterwards. I'll never look at
snowballing each other in the winter quite same way again.

"Hey" I said tapping his shoulder as I approached him from behind.
Remy whipped around and gave me that familiar warm grin, then he
flung his arm around me and pecked me on the lips.

"Hey yourself." He grinned.

I'm perfectly happy with who I am, I love Remy and I love that he
shows his love for me anywhere, but I still get the twinge of fear
that some people will object to two teen boys kissing in the middle
of a mall. No one has ever cared enough to be repulsed. There are
occasionally people who deliberately avoid eye contact; most people
find it a source of intrigue and eyes are often drawn to us.
Occasionally there will be a 'aww' coming generally from a bunch of
girls. "I missed you." I told  him.

"Missed you too... but..." he reached into his jacket pocket and
produced two slips of paper. "I got you a birthday present."

"You got me the shirt though." I objected, but still curious as to
what the pieces of paper were. Perhaps a concert or a expo or
something.

Yesterday was my Birthday and he was out of state because his Mother
had fallen down the stairs and I told him he should go. She was okay,
just a broken ankle. He had given me a shirt before he went with a
Smash Media logo on it. To be honest it was a lame gift, but you
don't say that, and I didn't really care, I loved him and he loved me
and all I needed was him. Also I have begun to read him by now and I
knew from the way he carried himself when he handed me the gift. He
was holding something back, he was feeling guilty that he knew I
would know it was a lame gift. I played along.

"We're going on Vacation." He said giving the tickets a little wiggle.

"Where to?" I asked, trying to read the tickets while they were
waving about in his hand.

"On a cruise ship. Just me and you. Together. In a luxury cabin" He
grinned and my grin grew to something I could barely contain. It was
like the best present ever. "Dad didn't want to cancel so he let us
take his and Mom's cabin."

"They let kids go on their own?" I asked curiously.

"My Dad is going to send us as official representatives of Smash
Media so we'll be the Captain's guests but with gold standard pre-paid
service. I think that basically means we can eat drink and do whatever
we want without having to pay. I think we'll officially have
chaperones as we're not eighteen, but it's pretty much just us."

He put the tickets into his pocket and I hugged him and kissed him
three times. "I love you." I half-chuckled. "I've never been on a
cruise."

"It's a British ship too. King William V it's called, only been in
the water for three months. They have a wave rider machine, movie
theatre, six swimming pools a dozen bars, mall and tons of other
stuff too." He paused and watched me as I took all this information
in. "Happy Birthday."

I was going on a cruise with my boyfriend. "This is the best
Birthday ever!" I gave him a little squeeze in delight.

"It gets better though." He said hooping is arm in mine. "We have to
shop and get you some decent clothes to wear. This is no jeans or
sneakers affair. We need tuxedo's and it's all being payed for by the
Smash Media coffers."

"Coffers, right." I laughed. He had picked up English sayings as much
as I was picking up the American ones.

But a Cruise. I couldn't wait

Remy took us over to a mall café type arrangement where he introduced
me to a broad shouldered suited gentleman who was sipping coffee. He
was the money holder for Remy. It turned out that Remy's Dad had
agree to pay for not only the cruise but also for equipping both
myself and Remy with a new wardrobe. I had decided that Remy had the
best parents in the world. The suited gentleman, who called himself
Arnold, and as such we dubbed him Arnie, told us that the reason for
Smash Media buying our new wardrobes was as since we would be
representing the new youthful and liberal face of Smash Media, we
needed to fit the part.

The End... Or is it?

Thank you for reading An English Boy In New York. I apologise again
for the time it took to finish this chapter and indeed the story. The
next part of this story will be posted shortly under the title of
"The Adventures of Ethan and Remy".