# ?Chapter 2: Can I sleep here tonight?

Author: Ginsenshi
Tags: Gay, M/M, Teenage, growing up

#2 of Roen Olver Series

 **Chapter 2: Can I sleep here tonight?**

**Edited by: Spring87**

Jess's truck&nbsp;pulled in to&nbsp;my&nbsp;drive way&nbsp;about 45 minutes later,&nbsp;I&nbsp;unclipped&nbsp;my seatbelt as&nbsp;did Alex, as&nbsp;we stepped out on to the driveway.

&nbsp;while I&nbsp;stood&nbsp;by&nbsp;Jess's truck and said my goodbyes&nbsp;to&nbsp;her, promising&nbsp;to&nbsp;call&nbsp;or text&nbsp;her when I&nbsp;got&nbsp;up&nbsp;in the&nbsp;morning.

My parents place&nbsp;is the&nbsp;normal&nbsp;suburban place&nbsp;3 bedrooms&nbsp;and&nbsp;2 bath,&nbsp;a good&nbsp;size&nbsp;front&nbsp;and&nbsp;back yard.&nbsp;I&nbsp;let&nbsp;my&nbsp;cane fall&nbsp;and&nbsp;snap&nbsp;into place with the flick of my wrist and made my way&nbsp;to the&nbsp;front&nbsp;door&nbsp;before pulling out my&nbsp;keys from my front&nbsp;right&nbsp;pocket and using&nbsp;my&nbsp;left hand&nbsp;and&nbsp;a&nbsp;finger&nbsp;to find the&nbsp;keyhole and&nbsp;unlocked&nbsp;the&nbsp;door&nbsp;to the sound of&nbsp;my&nbsp;dog, Connor,&nbsp;who's a black&nbsp;Labrador&nbsp;give an&nbsp;alert&nbsp;bark as&nbsp;we&nbsp;entered&nbsp;the house.

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I heard&nbsp;&nbsp;mom&nbsp;on the couch as&nbsp;the&nbsp;volume&nbsp;on the&nbsp;TV lowered

she&nbsp;noticed&nbsp;us&nbsp;at the&nbsp;door&nbsp;I was scared of that.

"Oh&nbsp;Roe&nbsp;sweetie, you&nbsp;finally brought&nbsp;home a&nbsp;boy, wonderful, let me&nbsp;go get your&nbsp;dad&nbsp;to&nbsp;grill him,&nbsp;I mean meet&nbsp;him." mom&nbsp;said&nbsp;in her&nbsp;not&nbsp;so&nbsp;sly&nbsp;way.&nbsp; "Franklin! Roe's home&nbsp;and&nbsp;there's a&nbsp;boy too!" mom&nbsp;called&nbsp;into the kitchen.

Soon dad's&nbsp;heavy&nbsp;foot steps&nbsp;echoed&nbsp;through the&nbsp;floorboards, as&nbsp;his&nbsp;heavy breathing&nbsp; signaled&nbsp; &nbsp;he&nbsp;was&nbsp;at the&nbsp;kitchen&nbsp;doorway,&nbsp;holding it&nbsp;for&nbsp;support as he&nbsp;seemed to&nbsp;be&nbsp;doing lately. I heard&nbsp;Connor's&nbsp;tiny&nbsp;cow&nbsp;bell jingle&nbsp;a few times&nbsp;as&nbsp;he&nbsp;nuzzled&nbsp;dad's&nbsp;legs.

"Franklin&nbsp;darling look,&nbsp;Roe's&nbsp;finally&nbsp;brought&nbsp;home a&nbsp;boy ." mom&nbsp;said to dad&nbsp;sounding&nbsp;every&nbsp;bit as&nbsp;happy&nbsp;as&nbsp;if&nbsp;I&nbsp;were&nbsp;my&nbsp;sister&nbsp;Carrie who&nbsp;brought home&nbsp;her boyfriend&nbsp;from college,&nbsp;who&nbsp;asked&nbsp;her&nbsp;to&nbsp;get married&nbsp;&nbsp;when&nbsp;they were&nbsp;finished&nbsp;with&nbsp;school.

"Well&nbsp;hello&nbsp;there&nbsp;son, what's&nbsp;your name?" dad&nbsp;asked&nbsp;Alex who was&nbsp;still hiding&nbsp;behind me&nbsp;like&nbsp;the scared&nbsp;puppy&nbsp;I've&nbsp;come to&nbsp;think&nbsp;of him as. "Its Alex, sir, Alex Sage."&nbsp;

"Oh&nbsp;Roe, the&nbsp;Sages, nice family&nbsp;they are,&nbsp;do&nbsp;business with&nbsp;them about every other&nbsp;day&nbsp;for&nbsp;something&nbsp;or another." dad replied, now&nbsp;grabbing&nbsp;Alex&nbsp;in a handshake.

The&nbsp;Sage family&nbsp;owned&nbsp;the biggest&nbsp;business&nbsp;in&nbsp;town, the&nbsp;breeding&nbsp;and&nbsp; training, of&nbsp;guide and&nbsp;service dogs&nbsp;for&nbsp;people with&nbsp;disabilities. Which is where&nbsp;I got&nbsp;Connor&nbsp;from. Speaking&nbsp; of&nbsp; Connor, his&nbsp;tail ,his&nbsp;dark&nbsp;lab&nbsp;tail of doom, was&nbsp;wagging&nbsp;against my leg, his&nbsp;cold nose&nbsp;nudging my&nbsp;left hand&nbsp;for attention, which he&nbsp;got&nbsp;in the&nbsp;form&nbsp;of&nbsp;petting&nbsp;those&nbsp;silky ears of&nbsp;his. I had to try and escape&nbsp;this&nbsp;before&nbsp;Alex&nbsp;got the&nbsp;3rd degree from&nbsp;both&nbsp;mom&nbsp; and dad.

"So....&nbsp;yeah&nbsp;with that&nbsp;out of the&nbsp;way...can&nbsp;Alex&nbsp;stay the night?" I asked, knowing they'd be fine with it.

Dad was the&nbsp;one to&nbsp;reply, "yeah&nbsp;sure." He&nbsp;replied&nbsp;without even a&nbsp;thought&nbsp;of saying no.

I Quickly&nbsp;gave&nbsp;mom&nbsp;and&nbsp;dad a&nbsp;hug and said good night&nbsp;to&nbsp;both of them as Alex followed&nbsp;me to my room&nbsp;in the&nbsp;back&nbsp;of the house, noticing&nbsp;Connor's tags following&nbsp;us also.

We reached my bedroom&nbsp;and opened the door,&nbsp;feeling&nbsp;Connor&nbsp;slide&nbsp;past me&nbsp; into the room,&nbsp;going to&nbsp;lay under my desk as&nbsp;I heard&nbsp; him&nbsp;sliding&nbsp;past&nbsp;my desk chair.&nbsp; &nbsp;

As one enters&nbsp;my&nbsp;bedroom,&nbsp;they&nbsp;would&nbsp;notice the normal&nbsp;stuff in&nbsp;the&nbsp;bedroom&nbsp;of a&nbsp;teenage&nbsp;boy:&nbsp;&nbsp;double size&nbsp;bed&nbsp;against one&nbsp;wall, an&nbsp;L corner&nbsp;desk&nbsp;in the other corner and large&nbsp;built&nbsp;in&nbsp;bookshelves full of&nbsp;stuff in braille&nbsp;and other blindness&nbsp;technology, like&nbsp;what was&nbsp;on one corner of my desk looking&nbsp;like an ancient&nbsp;handheld video game&nbsp;machine&nbsp;on&nbsp;a&nbsp;long&nbsp;neck, pointing&nbsp;down&nbsp;to last night's homework, words on the 4.5 inch display.

"What's the&nbsp;old video game thing on your desk there Roe?"&nbsp; Alex asked noticing&nbsp;the&nbsp;tech on my desk.&nbsp;

I kind of&nbsp;sighed&nbsp;at this, always&nbsp;questions&nbsp;of the tech&nbsp;a&nbsp;blind guy uses.

"That's&nbsp;an&nbsp;Intel reader, it&nbsp;takes&nbsp;pictures&nbsp;of printed&nbsp;text like&nbsp;mail&nbsp;and such and&nbsp;and reads it back to me. Oh&nbsp;and its sitting on&nbsp;the Portable Capture Station that&nbsp;helps&nbsp;capture&nbsp;stuff like a chapter&nbsp;of a&nbsp;book for instance"&nbsp; I explained,&nbsp;hopefully not&nbsp;losing&nbsp;Alex&nbsp;in my explanation.

"Ohhh...."&nbsp; he&nbsp;said,&nbsp;the&nbsp;sound&nbsp;of being lost&nbsp;echoing in his&nbsp;voice. "So....Roe...." "Are you&nbsp;seeing&nbsp;anyone?" suddenly&nbsp;came&nbsp;out&nbsp;of Alex's&nbsp;mouth.

I&nbsp;stood&nbsp;there kind&nbsp;of&nbsp;shocked at&nbsp;what&nbsp;he's&nbsp;just&nbsp;asked&nbsp;me, I&nbsp;mean&nbsp;yeah&nbsp;he sounded&nbsp;cute&nbsp;from's Jess's&nbsp;description, but&nbsp;I&nbsp;don't&nbsp;really&nbsp;know&nbsp;Alex besides that&nbsp;he's&nbsp;the&nbsp;smart&nbsp;guy in&nbsp;math class. so&nbsp;I gather my&nbsp;courage&nbsp;and answered Alex.&nbsp;

"Well,&nbsp;no I'm&nbsp;not...&nbsp;Are you&nbsp;asking me&nbsp;out&nbsp;Alex&nbsp;Sage?"

He&nbsp;moved&nbsp;closer to me, right&nbsp;up&nbsp;next&nbsp;to me and&nbsp;whispered&nbsp;into my&nbsp;ear.

"Yes, I&nbsp;am&nbsp;Roen Oliver."

Now&nbsp;if&nbsp;this&nbsp;were&nbsp;some&nbsp;cheesy&nbsp;fan fiction or&nbsp;manga,&nbsp;we&nbsp;would&nbsp;have&nbsp;just fucked&nbsp;or at least&nbsp;started making&nbsp;out... well we didn't,&nbsp;well not&nbsp;much. Can&nbsp; you&nbsp;blame&nbsp;a&nbsp;guy if&nbsp;someone&nbsp;asks you out?&nbsp;Its a&nbsp;free pass&nbsp;to at least&nbsp;making out.

Our making out was, oh&nbsp;god, it was just great&nbsp;since&nbsp;it&nbsp;was&nbsp;my&nbsp;first&nbsp;time&nbsp;and all making out&nbsp; with a&nbsp;guy, it&nbsp;went on&nbsp;for&nbsp;a bit&nbsp;until we&nbsp;both had&nbsp;to&nbsp;breathe, yes we&nbsp;did&nbsp;have to breathe.&nbsp;I pulled&nbsp;away&nbsp;from&nbsp;Alex feeling his&nbsp;eyes&nbsp;on me, a hand&nbsp;now&nbsp;resting&nbsp;on my left shoulder.

He&nbsp;gave a&nbsp;sigh, "Oh&nbsp;wow ... that&nbsp;was ... damn..."&nbsp; he&nbsp;says as he&nbsp;gave a&nbsp; sigh of&nbsp;enjoyment.

"I&nbsp;just&nbsp; looked&nbsp;towards&nbsp;him, wishing&nbsp;not&nbsp;for the&nbsp;first time that&nbsp;my eyes&nbsp; still worked.

"So... Roe, I heard&nbsp;you&nbsp;lost&nbsp;your sight&nbsp;in some kind&nbsp;of accident ." he&nbsp; said softly&nbsp;maybe hoping&nbsp;not&nbsp;to&nbsp;make me&nbsp;mad. Seeming as&nbsp;all the&nbsp;rumors that&nbsp;went around the&nbsp;school, from I&nbsp; use&nbsp;to sell&nbsp;drugs&nbsp;and was&nbsp;in a&nbsp;gang to that&nbsp;I was&nbsp;a pitman for the&nbsp;Japanese&nbsp;yakuza.

"Yeah&nbsp;it was&nbsp;just&nbsp;glaucoma, had it for&nbsp;years&nbsp;and&nbsp;it just&nbsp;took the&nbsp;vision&nbsp;I had,&nbsp;I&nbsp;use to be&nbsp;able to read large print books you know? There&nbsp;should&nbsp;still be&nbsp;some&nbsp;on the book shelves&nbsp;somewhere." I&nbsp;replied&nbsp;with a&nbsp;smile to&nbsp;Alex. I heard him&nbsp;move&nbsp;away from me, going to&nbsp;the bookshelves and&nbsp;pulling&nbsp;I guess&nbsp; one&nbsp;of the&nbsp;few large print&nbsp;books off the shelve and the&nbsp;turning&nbsp;of&nbsp;pages&nbsp;was heard.

Just&nbsp;then&nbsp;my&nbsp;alarm went&nbsp; off: " The time&nbsp;is 12:00AM"&nbsp; the&nbsp;clock said&nbsp;in&nbsp;a British accent. As a heavy knock hit my&nbsp;door, "Yeah?"&nbsp;I called out.&nbsp;

my&nbsp;door&nbsp;opened just a bit&nbsp; as&nbsp;dad&nbsp;told me it was&nbsp;time for&nbsp;bed.

"Yeah sure, night dad." I said, as&nbsp;dad&nbsp;closed the door, and&nbsp;I started stripping&nbsp;to&nbsp;my&nbsp;boxers&nbsp;and&nbsp;leaving&nbsp;my&nbsp;shirt for&nbsp;the&nbsp;day on. "You&nbsp;can&nbsp;borrow of my&nbsp;pj pants&nbsp;or&nbsp;whatever, not&nbsp;sure&nbsp;if they'll&nbsp;fit&nbsp;though."

"Oh&nbsp;yeah ... sleeping&nbsp;in&nbsp;my&nbsp;boxers&nbsp;is&nbsp;fine&nbsp;with me." Alex&nbsp;replied&nbsp;to me,&nbsp; as I heard&nbsp;him&nbsp;sit on my&nbsp;bed, I&nbsp;followed&nbsp;him, crawling over&nbsp;him as&nbsp;I&nbsp;got&nbsp;over on my side of the bed.

I heard him change&nbsp;positions&nbsp; as he&nbsp;laid down&nbsp;on the&nbsp;bed as we settled down&nbsp; for the night.

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