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Gabriel - LGBT

Novel By: lorby1000
Gay and lesbian

Gabriel's mother died when he was fourteen. He was forced to drop out of school to care for his younger siblings, Jordan, Phoebe, Rose and Liam.
Forced into a line of work that he detests, that makes him money but is gradually eroding him, Gabriel is sinking into misery.
His siblings have no idea what he does to earn money, and Gabriel has no way of getting out. He can't afford to stop working.
Until, one day, a girl called Angela makes an offer Gabriel can't refuse. View table of contents...


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Submitted:Feb 9, 2013    Reads: 53    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

Chapter Thirty

(One Month Later)

Gabe slid into the seat opposite Bailey with a small smile.

"Sorry I'm late. I got caught up at work."

"You've been working a lot, lately." Bailey said quietly. Gabe nodded.

"I know. I'm sorry about that. But I-" Bailey put a hand up to stop him.

"That's what I want to talk to you about." Bailey rubbed a hand wearily over his eyes, before looking at Gabe, his expression serious. "Look, Gabe… I really like you. I think you're great; you're funny and kind and selfless… You've really taught me a lot about the sort of person I want to be now." Bailey sighed. "But you have so many responsibilities. You have the kids to look after, and bills to pay, and I… I take you away from that. I like spending time with you so much, that I drag you away from your work, and from the kids. And it's not fair on them… It's not fair on you." Gabe shot him a small smile.

"So you want to break up?"

"No!" Bailey said firmly. "I don't want to, but… I think it's what's best for you and your family."

"I… I like having you around." Gabe said softly.

"I know."

"I've never had a boyfriend before." Gabe confessed. "I've… spent so long looking after the kids, I haven't bothered with myself. But now, I… It feels like it's my turn to get something."

"Please, don't make this any harder for me." Bailey pleaded. "I know this is what's best for you and your family… You'll see it too, eventually." Gabe stared at him for a moment, before he nodded his head in defeat. Bailey leant across the table and hugged him tightly.

"I'll miss you." Gabriel mumbled.

"Me too." Bailey kissed his cheek gently. "I'll… keep my distance, shall I? It'll be easier for you, that way." Gabe opened his mouth to protest, when he realised if he kept seeing Bailey he'd keep having feelings for him. Gabe leant across and lightly brushed his lips over Bailey's, longing to deepen the kiss, before he firmly drew himself away and stood up.

"Bye, Bailey." He whispered. He turned and left before Bailey could say another word, feeling the lump of emotions swell in his throat, choking him.

Buttoning his coat against the cold evening air, Gabe thrust his hands into his pockets and wandered slowly home, his mind churning over what had just happened. He felt tears well up in his eyes and fought them back firmly. He wandered slowly past a pub he sometimes passed on his way to work. Music was playing inside the pub; soft music. Disinterestedly, Gabe glanced up at he passed the pub's front door, and stopped dead.

Live Music at our 'Love-Night' music evening

28th October from eight o'clock

Featuring music from Jordan Tanner

Gabe stared at the poster for a moment in amazement, before glancing at his watch. Eight o'clock… He slipped inside the pub. There were almost seventy people crammed into the main room of the pub, most of them facing a brightly-lit stage beside one of the fire-doors. Gabe settled himself on a stool beside the bar.

"A pint, please." He said when the barman finally got around to serving him. "Lager."

"ID?" The man asked. Gabe shook his head wearily. He had no driver's license or passport. "Then I can't-"

"I'll fetch your wife." Gabe said quietly, not in the mood to argue with anyone about his age. "Tell her about the alley you like to visit every Thursday night." The barman stared at him for a moment, before his eyes widened in horror. He quickly grabbed a glass and pulled a pint of lager from the pump. "Thank you." Gabe slid the man some coins and twisted round on his stool to face the stage, sipping the beer slowly. The main room of the pub had tables set out around the outside, decorated with pale pink paper tablecloths and heart-shaped confetti. Gabe briefly wondered about the theme; a romantic music night in the middle of November? At five past eight, the barman dimmed the lights on stage to a single white spotlight, and the crowd fell quiet.

Gabe watched with interest as Jordan stepped up onto the stage, holding a battered old guitar, a colourful strap securing the instrument over his shoulder. Jordan addressed a few words to the crowd, not appeared to be nervous at all, before he nodded towards the back of the room. Gabe peered around a column, and saw Tracy sat beside a CD player. At Jordan's nod, she pressed the play button. A soft melody began to play, and Jordan began to pluck the strings of the guitar in time. Gabe listened for a moment, before smiling, recognising the song as one of Jordan's favourites.

Softly whispering I love you
Echoes of you voice are calling still from my dreams
Softening the chill of the breeze
Through my window

I can see the moon glow
Painting silver shadows on a rose coloured land
A world we walk hand in hand
In a day of gold covered by the glow of new love

I can feel your warm face, ever close to my lips
And the scent of you invades a cool evening air
I can close my eyes and you're there
You're in my arms still

Oh I know your soft kiss
Turning into music every beat of my heart
When I hold you close to my heart

And I hear your voice whispering I love you
I can feel your warm face, ever close to my lips
And the scent of you invades a cool evening air
I feel you there in my arms still

Oh I know your soft kiss
Is turning into music every beat of my heart
When I hold you close to my heart

And I hear your voice whispering I love you
Oh I know I need you
I feel you there in my arms still
I keep to forget
I love you

(Paul Young, Softly Whispering I Love You)

Jordan's soft voice filled the room, strong and pure. Gabe sat entranced, unable to take his eyes away from his brother. He had no idea Jordan could sing, or play the guitar. Where had he learnt to do that? The crowd applauded as Jordan finished singing; he was smiling broadly. Several couples had moved to the dance floor during the song and were swaying slowly together. Gabe applauded with them, his sadness about Bailey temporarily abated. The music changed smoothly to another track, and Jordan's fingers changed with the music, easily switching tempo.

You can dance
Every dance with the guy
Who gives you the eye
Let him hold you tight
You can smile
Every smile for the man who held your hand
'Neath the pale moonlight
But don't forget who's taking you home
And in whose arms you're gonna be
So darling, save the last dance for me

Oh, I know (oh, I know)
That the music's fine
Like sparkling wine
Go and have your fun
Laugh and sing
But while we're apart
Don't give your heart to anyone
But don't forget who's taking you home
And in whose arms you're gonna be
So darling, save the last dance for me

Baby, don't you know
I love you so
Can't you feel it when we touch
I will never, never let you go
I love you oh, so much

You can dance (you can dance)
Go and carry on
'Til the night is gone
And it's time to go
If he asks if you're all alone
Can he take you home you must tell him no
'Cause don't forget who's taking you home
And in whose arm's you're gonna be
So, darling, save the last dance for me

'Cause don't forget who's taking you home
And in whose arm's you're gonna be
So, darling, save the last dance for me

Save the last dance for me
Save the last dance for me

(The Drifters, Save the Last Dance for Me)

Jordan continued singing for almost forty-five minutes, before he told the crowd he was taking a break, and hopped down from the stage. He leant the old guitar against the wall beside one of the speakers, and went over to Tracy. They spoke a few words together, before Jordan smiled and moved over towards the bar.

"A Diet Coke and a Tango, please." Jordan said quietly, fishing around in his pocket for some change.

"I'll get it." Gabe said quickly. Jordan started, and whipped around to face him.

"How long have you been here?" Jordan demanded. "You can't make me stop, you know." Gabe rolled his eyes and slid the barman some money.

"Right, yes. Sorry, I forgot… I'm supposed to be the misery, aren't I?" Gabe sighed and drained the dregs of his glass. "If you must know, I thought you were good… Very good. But that doesn't mean anything, does it. I must be here to tell you to stop, not to encourage you." Jordan looked faintly guilty.


"Another pint, please." Gabe told the barman firmly, and quickly was handed another.

"Sorry, Gabriel." Jordan said in a low voice. Gabriel shot him a look, before he nodded shortly.

"Where did you learn to play?"

"My friend Andy taught me, in exchange for my help with his maths and chemistry." Gabe smiled.

"I told you being smart would help you." Jordan let out a low chuckle.

"I guess…" He muttered. He sipped his drink for a moment, before remembering Tracy in the other room. He took her drink out to her, and returned to the bar. He eyed Gabe thoughtfully. "Are you okay?" Gabe shrugged half-heartedly.

"I… Bailey and I broke up." He said quietly. Jordan stared at him.



"Why? I thought you liked him."

"I do. But he… said some things that… made a lot of sense. As much as I hate to admit it. It was the right thing to do… I think." Jordan hesitated, before he leant over and hugged Gabe awkwardly.

"I'm sorry." He said finally. He drew back slowly. Gabe opened his mouth to say something, when the look in Jordan's eye made him stop. Gabe stared at his brother, feeling his cheeks begin to burn under Jordan's intense gaze. Jordan didn't know how long he looked at Gabe. But when he felt himself leaning forwards, he hopped quickly off his stool and cleared his throat firmly. "I should… go back." He said quietly. Gabe nodded, frowning slightly. For a moment, he had been sure Jordan was going to lean in and kiss him.

"I'll head home. Tracy won't want me hanging around after you've finished." Jordan smiled thinly, and nodded.

"I'll probably be in late. But it's a Saturday, so it doesn't matter, right?" Gabe smiled and nodded.

"Alright, Jordan. You win. I'll try and lighten up." Gabe drained his glass, smiled at his brother and left the pub.


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