Lachambers- Tough Love

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Gordie POV
Chris was able to sneak me in and out of his house for about a year and a half. Sometimes it was the best thing in my life. Others times I wish we could just get on a plane and never come back.
Chris and I got a lot closer. (I already thought we were as close as it gets.)  There were some goods parts. Chris and I alone together doing....stuff.
July 31 1961 (One example out of many)
Gordie POV
Chris's dad was passed out on the couch, his mom was out of town doing jobs and Eyeball was out with Ace.
That meant Chris and I were alone.
We've been planning to do this for a while. We've seen people do it in movies and books, so why not try it? Chris and I watched Eyeball get in Ace's car and as soon as they drove off Chris and I ran to the bathroom. Chris gave me an excited smile. I kissed his cheek and we both started stripping. Chris turned on the shower. Even though we've seen each other naked countless times we always stared at each other like it was our first time.
Being as eager as we were, we immediately smashed our lips together.
As we got into the shower we couldn't help but laugh. We felt like two kids from a movie that were madly in love.
Judging on how perfect it was it really felt like a scene from a movie.
Chris and I kissed while we got drenched.
I pulled away from the kiss and said against his skin "Chris we got in the shower for a reason."
"Right." Chris said and reached down to pick up the shampoo.
When he bent over I couldn't help but stare. I bit my lip. His ass was perfect.
As Chris turned back around my eyes quickly looked up. Chris looked at me and raised an eyebrow. "What?"
"Nothing." I said and gave him a guilty smile.
Chris caught my eyes and stared into them. I swear he could see into my soul with those ocean blue eyes.
"Were you staring at my ass?" He asked, a smirk covering his face.
"Pffff. No. I'm not a pervert, Chris." I lied. I could tell Chris knew everything coming out of my mouth was bullshit.
"Yeah ok." Chris winked.
He knew.
Chris started washing my hair while kissing my shoulders.
"Jesus...have you done this before?" I asked, clearly enjoying everything Chris was doing.
"Nope." Chris paused. "Have you stared at my ass before?"
"Jesus Christ, would you just drop it? Yeah I stared it your ass but how could I not?" I admitted.
"It's so perfect..." I mumbled.
"I'm sorry what did you say?" Chris said, while washing the soap out of my hair. He's such a fucking pain in the ass.
"You heard exactly what I said, you little fucker."
"Actually I didn't. So if you could just repeat what you said that would be great."
I rolled my eyes and gave in.
"Your ass is perfect!" I scoffed as I started washing Chris's hair.
"Hm. I've never noticed." Chris said. He knew he was pushing it.
My eyes wondered back to down Chris's ass as I replied "Yeah well I've definitely noticed."
Chris started laughing.
We gradually washed each other's body, savoring every moment.
After the whole ass incident everything was quite peaceful and relaxing. That hour was filled with laughs, gentle kisses, and satisfied sighs.

The bad parts were seeing what goes on in his house. I knew what Chris went through was bad, but really seeing it was...horrific.
I don't know how anyone could hurt Chris. He doesn't even do anything and his dad starts hurting him.
August 20 1961 (One example out of many)
Gordie POV
Chris wasn't doing anything wrong. All he was doing was getting water and his father got pissed at him.
Chris tried to be as quiet as possible. He father was awake, but we both thought he would just ignore him.
We were wrong.
"Chris god damnit what are you doing now?!" His father growled.
Chris's body tensed up when his father said his name. I'm uh just getting water."
I watched from a slight crack from his door. Chris knew what was coming for him.
"Where's that stupid brother of yours?" He yelled and raised a hand.
I quickly closed my eyes. I couldn't watch my sweet baby get hurt.
I waited for a sound but nothing happened so I opened my eyes and saw Chris backing up.
"I-I don't know where he is." Chris answered.
There it was. That sound. That sound Chris and I knew was going to happen. I flinched when I heard it. Chris's father slapped him.
Chris gasped and held his red cheek. Watching Chris helplessly stand there was like poison for your eyes. He always fought back.
"I don't want to get in trouble because of that stupid brother of yours!" Another slap.
"Tell me where he is you useless fuck!" Another slap.
"I don't know where he is! Listen, you don't need to hit me ok? I'm not lying to you." Chris's voice was trembling.
Tears trickled down my face. Chris has never been scared, at least he never lets it show.
"You don't tell what to fucking do!" Chris's dad grabbed him by the shoulders and slammed him into a wall. Then he started punching Chris. Over and over and over. And Chris couldn't do anything.
His dad eventually started slowing down.
Chris's breathing was shaky and unsteady. His nose was bleeding. He could barely keep himself on his feet. Chris was leaning up against a wall to keep himself up.
His father grabbed him by his jaw, bringing their faces close. Chris looked pissed at his father. If his father wasn't so much bigger than him, Chris would start swinging back. But instead he just clenched his fists and stayed down.
"Go get me another beer, boy." Chris's eyes were filled with hate. He pulled his face out of his fathers grip, basically asking for another punch in the face.
Sure Chris was scared of his dad, but all his fear quickly left as soon as he got pissed.
Chris held onto the walls as he walked over to the fridge. He looked like he was about to pass out. But, knowing Chris, (who doesn't stay down for long after any beating of a lifetime) he held onto the last bit of consciousness he had.
He grabbed a beer, opened it, and took a huge gulp. His face showed disgust but after a while he started chugging it. I didn't blame him.
"Jesus Christ Chris what's taking you so long?!" His father yelled from another room.
Chris shook his head to get a grip on reality. I didn't know if he was doing that because of the alcohol or the beating.
"Coming!" He yelled back and grabbed another beer.
He gave his dad the beer and came back into the kitchen. He sat down on the floor and held his head.
His face was somewhat bleeding and there were bruises already forming. The blood from his nose was coming down harder than ever, but it looked like he didn't even notice.
I didn't get it. Chris stilled looked gorgeous with huge purple bruises covering his face.
I guess I crept into his mind because he said my name....before passing out.

That type of thing happened about twice a week and every time Chris always got right back on his feet.
Chris's dad found out he was sneaking me into his house when we were 16 going on 17.
His dad kicked him out of the house. Well...not really Chris wanted to leave.
We didn't know where we were going, we just started walking. Out of Castle Rock. Out of a miserable place that seemed so peaceful, but once you took one step into that town it was the total opposite. Chris and I were broke for about two weeks. I started giving my writing to publishers. Once my first book was released it was a huge hit. I published more and more books and soon enough I bought a house.
I was 18 and a best selling novelist. I was making a lot of money.
It didn't take me too long to save up for Chris to go to law school. When I first gave him the money he rejected it. He said I should keep it and use it on myself because I earned it.
Eventually Chris finally took my offer. He went to law school and become a lawyer. I was so proud of him.
As we both started working more we became more and more rich.
As we got older we started talking about kids. Nothing too serious, we just kind of mentioned it once or twice.
When we were 26 Chris proposed to me.
October 5 1972
Gordie POV
"Are we almost there?" I asked.
Chris blind folded and said he was taking me somewhere, he was all excited and kept repeating it's a surprise.
"Chris come on! Wherever we're it better be good for this long ass drive." I whined.
"It's worth it Gordie, trust me." Chris promised.
"It's always a bad decision to trust you, Chris." I joked.
"Maybe.... not always....I guess you're right...." Chris said, sounding sad.
"Aww Chris I didn't mean that."
"I know." Chris laughed.
After another hour of driving he finally parked.
Chris took my hand and carefully lead me somewhere.
Chris stopped and let go of my hand. He took off the blindfold and I opened my eyes.
I was confused. We were at a college.
"Where are we?" I asked, looking back at Chris.
"We're in Castle Rock. This is where your neighborhood was. It got knocked down and was turned into a college, specifically for writing." He answered, with a smirk on his face.
"Holy shit, really?!"
I looked around the street and barely recognized Castle Rock.
I was about to ask about Chris's house but I realized he could probably care less about his house.
I stared the school, examining every little detail. It was so welcoming and beautiful. I noticed a small square stone at the entrance of the school. I walked up to it and squatted down.
It read
Dedicated to my love, Gordie Lachance.
Chris had recently won a case he'd been working on forever, and let's just say he made a ton of money off of it.
I turned around and was about to thank Chris a million times but when I turned around Chris was on one knee, with a ring in his hand.
I couldn't breathe. I couldn't think. I couldn't talk.
My eyes did all the work for me because I immediately started crying.
"Chris...holy shit..." I weeped.
"No Gordie. I should be doing the holy shitting, because you have stuck with me my whole life. You have helped me become the person I am right now. I wouldn't be where I am today if it wasn't for you. Besides being the person I love the most you're my best friend. I'd never want to spend my life with anyone else." Chris took a breathe and the popped the question. "Gordon Lachance, will you marry me?"
"It's Gordie." I giggled.
"Shut up and just answer the question." Chris laughed.
"Duh!" I answered.
Chris couldn't be more happy. He hugged my waist and picked me up.
He put me down and slid the ring on my finger. Tears were streaming down his face.

We got married in December. Well...it was illegal for the same sex to get married so we had a secret wedding. Only our closest friends came to the wedding. Obviously my parents didn't come to my wedding.
Chris's dad. No one knows what happened to him. No one really cared either.
Chris's mom. She had lung cancer and died in the hospital.
Chris's brother. He was on the news, a lot. For bad reasons. He became manager in human trafficking. He kidnapped young girls and sold them. Sold their bodies for sex. He made thousands off them. Once his business was exposed was put in jail for 65 years.
Chris still lived his life like he had came from the perfect little family. But in reality was hiding a disgusting secret.
When we were 29 we finally decided to adopt two kids. We raised one boy, who was named after my brother.
We also raised a girl, named after Chris's mom.
Denny grew up to be a engineer and Lauren grew up to be a broadway star.
Chris and I went to every single one of her shows.
We couldn't be more proud of our angels.

Chris was the first to die. He didn't die in some horrible way like being stabbed in the throat or something. He died of age.
No POV
So did Gordie.
Chris and Gordie didn't have the best childhood but they lived their best lives when they were adults. Rich, successful, and amazing kids. But on top of all that the best thing they had was their love.
Thank you so much for reading! That's it! Ilysm! ❤️