Date: Tue, 10 Jun 2014 22:40:48 -0500
From: Jarrod Holiway <jdylanh9@gmail.com>
Subject: Levi Part 7

Levi The Enraged Boy

This is the seventh installment of the Levi Series.

***All Usual Disclaimers Apply - Don't Steal My Story, Please***

	I awoke first and realized the only way to get out of bed was to
wake my broken- hearted Levi and the love of my life, Nathan. We slept all
night intertwined with each other. Love radiates but sometimes contact is
necessary for a full dose. I remembered listening to Levi crying until he
fell asleep. I hate hearing him cry. I hate seeing him frown. I laid there
thinking about Jason. I wondered how long he had been cheating, why he
started the affair to begin with, and if the relationship between him and
Levi was reparable. I thought about how much of Levi's snot was on my
pillowcase. I do not forgive and forget easily and some say I hold a grudge
with the best of them, but I didn't want to hate Jason. I loved Jason. I
loved how Jason made Levi feel - until last night anyway. Ohhh, what a
mess. It couldn't come at a worse time. Levi was on tenterhooks waiting to
hear from medical school - he just didn't need this stress right now.

	I shifted my weight to try to untangle myself and Levi opened his
eyes and looked right into mine. The dark eyes were so sorrowful and
completely revealing of the pain he felt. He tensed his arm around me
clearly hinting I wasn't supposed to move yet. He was clinging to me as if
he was stranded at sea and I was an inner tube. He closed his eyes and
buried his face into my shoulder once again. The movements aroused Nathan,
and being less tangled, he just rolled away and headed to the master bath.

"What am I supposed to do?" Levi whispered without looking up.

"I think when you are able to; you need to talk to Jason. I don't think his
behavior is in any way excusable, but if nothing else, a conversation may
help you to understand or get closure. You have made it through traumas
most will never experience. However, this is not one of those. It is
horrible but not unique to you, and I promise you will get through it." I
said keeping a calm, even tempo.

"Do you want me to get your shifts covered for a little while, pumpkin?"
Nathan asked as he walked back in the room.

"Yeah. At least until I feel like talking to him. I don't want him to show
up there trying to talk to me." Levi replied.

"I can call in if you want, but if you want to hang out alone today that is
cool too. I just need to know soon because I have a 14 hour shift in the
Emergency Department today.  I won't be relieved until 2200 hours." I said.

"I want to be alone." Levi said as he rolled away from me. "I am just going
to lay in your bed and think all day. Plus, I can tell you put fresh
bedding on last night and it's nice."

"Well, I am going to get ready and head out. Nathan is going to be gone all
day too.  Please call one of us if you need a bit of cheering. I'll bring
you dinner tonight. Anything you want just text me and let me know." I
said.

      Nathan and I departed at the same time with a short kiss. I hated to
close the door knowing Levi was going to be inside there all day just
feeling miserable. Just about everyone gets their heart crushed in life and
if it only happens once - they are lucky. I certainly hoped this would be
the one and only time my dearest Levi would have to go through this. It
took me back to the one and only time I was crushed. Even thinking about it
now, nearly 15 years later, made my blood pressure rise a few digits.

      About 7 hours into my 14 hour shift Nathan texted me that all of the
paperwork to purchase the club had been filed. In just a couple weeks we
would own the best gay club in St. Louis. I replied with all my love and a
picture of my dick. He sent me back a text that read, 'ur an idiot' and
then he sent a picture of his ass; I got a good chuckle. I was getting
ready to return my phone to my pocket when it started vibrating. Jason was
calling me. I didn't know whether I should answer or not. I decided to
decline the call, and I sent him a text telling him I was working in the
Emergency Department until late.  He said, "Okay, can you call me on a
break or something? I know how bad I fucked up.  Just PLEASE talk to me."

I texted him back, "I love you, you know that. I want both of you to get
through this, but I will not be a go between. I would rather not be
involved in any capacity other than just support to Levi, and to you. I
don't need to know why. I don't have to understand. I will not provide any
influence one way or the other. This is between you 2."

"I understand. Thank you for being so fair to me." He texted me and that
was the end of our conversation.

	It was a surprisingly slow day in the E.D. which was great since I
was a bit distracted thinking about all the changes. Nathan and I owned a
club now. Levi and Jason were on rocky ground. Just seemed like too much
stuff to happen in the course of 24 hours. I checked my phone as I was
leaving the hospital and there was only one message from Nathan from a
couple hours ago, "Levi doesn't want you to bring him dinner. I already
ate. Just pick up whatever you want or I can make you something."

	I didn't feel like stopping just to get something for me and I
wasn't very hungry anyway. I went to the hospital cafeteria kind of late in
the day so I was good. I just wanted to get home to my man and my boy. Levi
was 18 when I met him, he has been through so much, but it was still hard
for me not to think of him as my boy - but he certainly was no boy. As I
pulled into the parking garage beneath our loft I saw a sight that let me
know I was in for a long night. Jason was parked next to my reserved spot
and he was sitting on the hood of his car holding what appeared to be a
bottle of fine bourbon - a half-empty bottle of fine bourbon, "Fuck" I
whispered to myself. This is not the kind of drama this situation needs
right now. Jason should know better than to pull this shit.

"What the fuck do you think you are doing?" I said as I got out of my car.

"I am going to sit down here until he will talk to me. Don't care how long
it takes." Jason said. He was clearly drunk so I couldn't tell him to
leave.

"Let me call you a cab or let me take you home. You need to go home. Levi
needs some time to think. You obviously need some time to think - and it
would behoove you to do that thinking while sober, Jason." I said.

"No. No. I won't get in a cab and I'm not leaving 'til he talks to me. You
said you would be around and will for support for me too. You said you
would support me. I feel like shit. I know it's my fault. I know it is. I
know everyone hates me. I fucked up. I know everyone hates me." Jason was
more or less starting to ramble.

	As angry as I was with Jason, he was right. I do love him and I did
say I would be there for support for him too. I held my arms out to him and
he slid off his hood into my arms and tears just started flowing from his
handsome face. I just held him in a tight hug. He left his arms to just
hang at his sides and he just leaned into me. I held him as tight as I held
Levi the night before. As far as I was concerned, Jason was my boy too.
Everyone fucks up and if you love them: you forgive them, you are there for
them, and you help them. I will not meddle in whatever happens between the
two, but I will do my best to be there for both of them. I held Jason for
several minutes just feeling him sob against my chest. There was only one
way this night could go from here. Jason was going to have to stay with
us. Oh, I don't know what to say to Levi. I don't want Levi to feel
betrayed. I can't send Jason away in his current state of mind though. What
a cluster fuck or in Emergency Department lingo - what a Charlie Foxtrot.

"C'mon, Jason, get ahold of yourself. You can stay with me tonight. Just
uh, get your breathing under control. C'mon, shh, shh, shh, it's going to
be okay baby. It'll be okay." I whispered in his ear while patting his
back.

"Okay. I am okay. I am so sorry. I shouldn't have come here. I didn't know
what to do.  I'm sorry, Christian. I'll do whatever he wants. I'm so
sorry." Nathan said through ebbing sobs.

"I know, baby. I know. Shh, shh, let's just get upstairs and get to bed." I
said while ushering him upstairs. When we reached the door of the loft I
turned to him and said,

"Just don't say anything; nothing at all. Do you understand?" Jason's
glazed-over, drunk eyes seemed to look past me, but he nodded nonetheless
indicating he understood.

	I opened the door and walked in with one arm around Jason; under
his arms supporting about 30% of his drunken weight. I leaned him up
against the wall hoping Levi was still melancholic and lying in my bed. I
wanted to talk to Levi before he saw Jason. I called out to Nathan, "Man of
mine, can you come help me with something?"

"Yeah." I heard from the bedroom and just a couple seconds later he
appeared with a look on his face that made it clear he thought the same
thing I did when I saw Jason in the parking garage. What the fuck. I held
my finger to my lips and whispered, "shhhh" while making eye contact. "I
don't want Levi to know he is here until I get the chance to talk to
Levi. Just look at him. What was I supposed to do, leave him stupid drunk
in the garage?"

"Fuck, Christian. Levi is going to fucking freak." Nathan whispered.

"I know. I have to talk to him and make him understand. No matter how mad
Levi is right now; I know he can't possibly wish harm on Jason and mean
it. Jason has to stay with us tonight. Levi will just have to understand."
I whispered back right before all of hell broke loose.

"WHY THE FUCK ARE WE JUST STANDING HERE? I HAVE TO SEE MY LEVI!" Jason
shouted and pushed past the two of us.

      I grabbed at his arm but he was stupid drunk and just took off
running towards the spiral staircase leading up to Levi's room. Jason no
sooner reached the stairs before Levi emerged from my room with a look of
complete bewilderment on his face.  We made eye contact and his face turned
to anger. I don't know if I have ever seen Levi's marble-esque face contort
into rage before, his dark eyes looked completely black. I never knew a
face so Heavenly could appear as if it was ready to raise Hell.  "GET HIM
THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!" Levi yelled pointing at Jason and then the door.
Just in case we didn't hear the blood-curdling yell the hand gestures made
it clear.

	Jason spun around, opened his arms and began walking toward Levi,
"Oh, God, I am so sorry, baby. Please, I am so..." That was all Jason got
out of his mouth before Levi's fist went into it. "FUCK!" Jason screamed as
he doubled over and grabbed his face.

	Nathan and I immediately launched into action. Nathan got to Levi
first and wrapped him up from behind, "STOP. JUST STOP. COME HERE!" Nathan
was yelling as he was dragging Levi backwards into our bedroom. I went to
Jason who had gone down to his knees and was still bent over holding his
mouth. I could hear Levi still screaming. Random phrases such as, "Get the
fuck off me. Fuck him. Why the fuck is he here? Fuck. Fuck off." Basically,
any phrase that the word 'fuck' would fit into.  Nathan was speaking in
normal tones so I could not discern what he was actually saying.

"Look up Jason." I said as I took a knee in front of him.

"Is it bad?" Jason asked as he looked up and moved his hand away from his
mouth.  Blood poured from his nose and mouth. His hand was covered and the
blood continued to run down his forearm and drip off his elbow, and his
shirt was already saturated with the blood running off his chin and down
his neck. Levi managed to break Jason's nose and split his top lip in half.

"We need to go to the hospital, baby. You need stitches and while no one is
looking; I'll set your nose back for you depending on the x-ray. C'mon." I
said while taking my scrub top off and putting it up to his nose and
mouth. Thankfully, Jason didn't resist at all. He was a defeated
dog. Walking while trying to hold him up and maneuver him while he was
trying to hold my scrubs on his face was too much trouble. I just scooped
him up; put one arm under his knees, and the other under his shoulder
blades with my hand in his armpit and I carried him down to my car and put
him in the passenger seat. In the past, I would have been pissed about all
the blood getting on my carpet in the loft and on the leather in my car,
now I am just happy I can be here for someone.

      I took him into the E.D. through the physician's entrance, but this
time I put him in a wheelchair rather than carry him like he was my
bride. I was topless wearing only scrub bottoms and covered in blood. I
looked like a maniac so security stopped me before they realized who I
was. I found my favorite colleague, Lizzy, and asked her for a
favor. "Christiiiaaannn." She said dragging my name out while trying to use
the "you ought to know better" tone. She smiled and asked, "Did you do it,
you big bruiser?"

"It wasn't me, Lizzy. But we are going to have to change Levi's name to
Rocky. Can you stitch his lip and x-ray his nose, pretty, pretty, please?"
I asked with my best pleading tone.

"For you, sweetheart, I'd do anything." She said and she began walking to
E.R. 21 and motioned for me to follow. We got in the room and I picked
Jason up and put him in the hospital bed. Lizzy pulled my now blood-soaked
scrub top off of Jason's face and the blood just ran from his mouth and
nose. Lizzy looked up at me and my eyes went wide.

"Something is wrong, Lizzy. I was there when this happened and I would bet
he has lost over a pint of blood at this point." Then I turned my attention
to Jason, "Hey, Jason, look at me. Do you have any medical problems?" I
asked him.

"I told you like two years ago I have a vitamin K deficiency. If you loved
me you would have remembered." He said then smiled. Stupid, drunk, fuck was
drinking with a vitamin k deficiency meaning he has pretty much no clotting
abilities right now. I looked at Lizzy and grimaced.

"Damn it, Christian. It is never easy with you. I'll slam him with a
clotting agent and you start stitching." Then Lizzy stuck her head in the
hallway and grabbed an RN, "Hey Carla, send x-ray in here and tell them to
rush it, and bring Dr. Teach a scrub top - please and thank you."

      I had Jason's lip stitched in no time and the clotting agent kicked
in quickly. The blood from his nose trickled to close to nothing. The x-ray
showed a decent break. I asked Lizzy to step in the hall because we weren't
exactly supposed to set noses. I put my hands on Jason's nose, made eye
contact, mouthed the words, 'I'm sorry' and cracked it back into place. A
big spurt of blood oozed out and Jason was heard by just about the whole
E.D. yelling 'FUCK!'

"I'm sorry, Jason. I'm sorry. It is all over now though. You are all
good. You are going to have a couple black eyes for a while, and your lip
is going to hurt, but the worst part is behind you. I'm going to get you
some clean scrubs and we are going to go back to the loft." I walked out,
thanked Lizzy and grabbed some scrubs from the physician's room.  The drive
back to the loft was silent. When we parked I called Nathan from the car,
"Where is Levi?" I asked.

"He is in our room. I am trying to get blood out of the carpet." He replied
in a less than pleasant tone.

"Tell him to go to his room and stay there for the night." I said.

"You didn't bring Jason back here, did you? What the fuck are you
thinking?" Nathan asked sounding pissy.

"This is not up for discussion. Tell Levi to go to his room and stay
there." I said pulling out my sternest voice.

"Thy will be done." Nathan said in a mocking tone and hung up.

"Let's go, champ." I said to Jason as I picked him up and began carrying
him up to the loft in the same fashion in which I carried him down. It was
approaching 1:00 a.m. now and I was drained. I carried him directly to mine
and Nathan's bedroom and laid him on our bed. He was done for the night. He
had half a fifth of bourbon in him and over a pint of blood out of him. I
would normally let someone have the hangover they deserved but I took pity
on Jason. I grabbed an IV start kit and a banana bag from my personal
stores. A banana bag is essentially saline solution with some vitamins
mixed in for the purposes of quick hydration and replenishment. The
vitamins, more specifically the potassium and vitamin K, give it a yellow
color, hence, the name banana bag. If you get a banana bag right before you
go to bed or even in the morning after you wake up; the hangover is
non-existent. I set the supplies on the bed next to Jason and grabbed his
hands. He opened his eyes and stared right into mine.

"You are fucking amazing, Christian." He mumbled to me.

"I know pumpkin. Just sit up for a minute." I said while pulling him into a
sitting position. I pulled the scrub top off of him and let him fall back
to the bed. I opened the IV start kit and stuck him, hooked up the banana
bag, hung it from the bedpost, and turned it almost wide open. He just
stared at me the whole time. I bent down and put one kiss on his forehead
and told him to go to sleep.

"Hey." Was all I could muster when I walked out into the sitting room where
Nathan was going over the blood spots with the steam cleaner. I felt guilty
for just telling him what to do earlier when he had understandable
objections.

"Give me just a couple more minutes. I am almost finished cleaning up the
blood that was spilled because you brought him in here after what he did."
Nathan said without looking up.

	I went to the wet bar, dropped two ice cubes into a rocks glass,
and poured myself a glass of the bourbon Jason was kind enough to bring
with him. I poured an identical one for Nathan. I sat on the loveseat and
looked into my glass. I was just thinking. Thinking about what I was going
to say to Levi. Thinking about what I was going to say to Jason in the
morning. Most importantly, thinking about how to explain myself to my
lover, Nathan. Taking care of the people I love is my life now - even when
they do bad. Hopefully, Nathan and Levi will understand that.

	Nathan finished steaming and put up the cleaner. I could hear the
soft snoring tones from Jason and I could hear nothing from the upstairs. I
imagined Levi was just lying there hating life and hating me most of
all. He surely thought I had taken Jason's side or something else
silly. Nathan sat next to me and let his right hand fall to my thigh as his
left hand picked up the drink I prepared for him. We both took a sip and
sat in silence for a minute before he spoke, "I love you. Levi loves
you. You should go talk to him."

	I stood and poured a strong screwdriver, freshened up my bourbon,
and began the ascent up the spiral staircase, slowly. I still wasn't sure
how I was going to explain myself to Levi. When I reached the top I saw the
glow of his bedside lamp and saw him lying on his back on his bed. I
approached as slowly as I ascended the stairs and set the screwdriver on
the bedside table. I sat on Levi's bed and he still took no notice of me. I
took a long drink.

"I have never understood how you drink whiskey like that." Levi said.

"I like the taste and savor the burn. I also have a pair of balls that
allows me to drink man drinks." I said with a syrupy sweet voice hoping to
win him over with my charm.

"Why did you bring him here, Christian? Why?" Levi asked while rolling to
look at me. I picked up the screwdriver again and handed it to him.

"Do you remember the first time I handed one of these to you? It was almost
four years ago?" I asked with a little smile.

"I do. I am no smarter now than I was then." Levi replied taking a long
swig from the glass.

"Everyone gets their heart fucked at least once in life. That is how you
know when you feel good. That shit about no light without darkness, good
without evil, and whatnot. I have to believe, as contrived as it all sounds
- there is some truth to it." I said.

"Why is he here?" Levi asked again. I gave the story to Levi exactly as it
happened. I tried my best to explain why I couldn't let him leave the
garage in the drunken state he was in.

"Thanks, Christian. You are a good person. I know how much you love me. I
have never questioned it. I know you aren't picking sides or
anything. Seeing him was just too much. He had the audacity to apologize
like it was no big deal." Levi said.

"Would you rather he hadn't have apologized?" I asked.

	Levi's face changed instantly. He was so angry with Jason inside he
never really played out alternate scenarios. We both took another long
drink from our respective glasses. "I never thought about it. I guess
'sorry' sounds the same regardless of why one is apologizing." Levi said.

"That's right. It is just a word. It will always be just a word. The
difference is the motivation for saying it and whether it falls on deaf
ears or not. I can't comment on either of those things as they pertain to
this particular scenario. I will only say you might want to explore his
apology, not just the words but also his actions this evening, and then you
might want to explore your own feelings regarding him. Do you understand?"
I asked.

	Levi finished his drink in a long gulp, as did I. He grabbed my arm
and pulled me down to him. We lay on our sides face-to-face for a couple
minutes before he leaned forward and kissed me with a closed mouth. His
huge dark eyes pierced my green eyes and he said, "I'm sorry I punched him
in the mouth. If he had just waited another a day or two I would have
cooled down."

"Is that true? You wouldn't have stewed on this and built up even more
anger?" I asked.

"I don't know. You are probably right - I guess I was even angrier tonight
than I was this morning. In two days' time, I may have set his car on
fire. Am I supposed to forgive him?" Levi said.

"No. You aren't supposed to do anything. However, I do think you should at
least talk to him when you feel up to it. Not tonight. Maybe not even
tomorrow. Eventually, though, you two need to talk about it. Only when both
of you understand the other; can both of you make a good decision." I said.

"I just feel drained." Levi said as he scooted closer and threw his top
side arm over me.  His hand gripped the back of my shoulder and once again
his face went into my chest and neck. "I like holding on to you. You said
once or twice that we are connected at the soul. Why aren't Jason and I?
Why aren't you and Nathan? Shouldn't a person share a soul connection with
his or her loved one? Levi asked.

"Sometimes, sure. Our case is just different. We are always what the other
person needs us to be for them. The way I feel about you has changed over
the years, just like the way you feel about me. I can feel it. Right now,
you need me to be your conscience, and I need you to go to sleep." I said
with a smile.

	Levi's face pulled away from my chest and he stared at me again. I
looked back at him trying to convey as much love as I can with my eyes. I
laid my hand on the side of his face and used my thumb to wipe away the
single tear. I leaned in and gave him a small kiss on the lips. "You are
going to get through this. I have never lied to you. I am certainly not
lying now. I promise; you will get through this. Okay?" I said.

"Can I ask you something I have never asked and you never really talk
about?" Levi asked.

"Sure." I said with a smile.

"What happened to you when you were 18? You referenced it a long time ago -
maybe 3 years ago and I didn't have the nerve to ask then. Did someone
cheat on you? Was it like what's happening to me now?" Levi asked.

"Oh, lovey, it was nothing like this. I will tell you the story someday, I
swear. But we don't have the time or enough bourbon in the place to get
through it tonight. Just suffice to say - someone hurt me too, but he did
it on purpose. Do you think Jason did it on purpose?" I asked.

"I'm going to hold you to telling me the story someday. I don't think he
hurt me on purpose, but he definitely fucked someone else on purpose." Levi
quipped.

"Well, as stupid as it sounds right now - that does make a difference." I
whispered.

"Go back to Nathan. I am fine for the night. I wouldn't say no if another
screwdriver appeared though." Levi said with the first smile I had seen for
over a day. That is a long time without a smile from my angel.

	I got up and mixed another screwdriver for Levi. I kissed him again
as I set it on his bedside table. Nathan sat on the loveseat throughout
this whole exchange. I was happy to be able to call it a night with
everyone else and finally get to talk with the man I love like no other. I
poured us another bourbon and sat next to him - shoulder-to- shoulder and
leg-to-leg. Normally, I would have forced him to speak first but this was
no time for gimmicks so I just shifted to where I was facing him and said,
"I am sorry, Nathan."

"Sorry for what?" he asked.

"I am sorry I refused to listen to you and I made this night play out the
way I thought it was best. I had no intentions of listening to you. I
thought I knew best and I bullied you into just going along with me. I did
not treat us as equals tonight. I bent you to my will, and I am sorry." I
said. Sorry is just a word, but I meant it and as long as Nathan knew that
I meant it, I would be okay.

"And?" He asked.

"Thanks for cleaning the blood out of the carpet." I said with a grin.

"There it is! That is what I wanted to hear you stupid fuck. You know I
hate blood. You are a doctor; I am a club manager. I fucking hate blood."
Nathan said while squeezing my thigh.

"Wrong, gorgeous! You are a club 'owner' who hates blood. I am a doctor who
loves a club owner." I said.

"You must mean yourself then you narcissistic asshole. You do own half of
it." Nathan ribbed back.

"Oh, stud, this heart is big enough to love two club owners, me and
you. Just know I could lose all sense of myself and still live - if I lost
you I would crumble." I said with a smile.

"Doctor, when was the last time we did it in the living room?" Nathan
asked.

"Like 2 months ago. When was the last time we did it in the Kitchen?" I
asked.

"That was the same day!" Nathan answered.

"I remember. It was the first time we ever fucked with our clothes on. I
knew I had to have some. You had bent over to pick up that fork you dropped
and my hand was unable to stop from grabbing ahold of the world's most
perfect ass." I said while wrapping an arm across Nathan's chest.

"Something came over you that day tiger. I don't think I saw your face
throughout the whole kitchen ordeal. I just remember you putting your hand
in the middle of my back and pushing me down to the table." Nathan said.

"Yeah, then I reached around your front and undid that belt, unbuttoned
your slacks, and unzipped your zip. If I remember right, then I grabbed a
handful of your slacks just above your beautiful ass while using my other
hand to hold you down on the table, and I pulled them just below your hot
ass." I said.

"You are remembering right, lovey." Nathan said.

"Then I used my free hand to undo my zipper, fish my cock out, and line it
up with the hottest hole that has ever existed." I whispered.

"Mmmm. Yes you did." Nathan whispered back.

"Then I grabbed the base of my cock and aimed it right at you; I used my
other hand to push you into the table even harder, and then I made you beg
for it. Remember how you begged me for it?" I said.

"Please. Christian please fuck me. I need you inside of me. I have to feel
you make me yours. Oh, fuck, please fuck me. I want you to own my ass."
Nathan said with exasperation mimicking the tone he used that day. I
couldn't help but to push up into him at hearing these words again. The
memory of how I felt the first time he said it surged to the front of my
brain. I could envision the scene in my mind's eye. I dropped my mouth to
his neck and kissed him softly then bit his ear with just a little force.

"You sure do know how to make a man blush and beg, doctor. Since we were on
the kitchen table that day I was to get my ass eaten too - but you lack
irony sometimes."  Nathan said with a chuckle.

	We both laughed and grasped the other's hands. I laid back on the
loveseat with my head on the armrest and Nathan moved accordingly. He laid
back against me with the backs of our knees resting on the opposite
armrest. I was 18 the last time I slept on a couch with a boy I
loved. Tonight, I was just happy to be pressed up against my love, just
like then. "Mr. Club Owner?" I said.

"What? I was just getting comfortable." Nathan replied.

"I have to get up and pull the prodigal son's IV out. I just hope he
doesn't bleed to death when I do. Did you know he had vitamin
deficiencies?" I said.

"Duh, he told us years ago." Nathan replied as I rolled out from underneath
him and walked into my dark master bedroom. I turned on the light and the
fresh bedding Nathan had put down the night before had turned from a soft
white to a deep crimson red. The drunken Jason had mistakenly pulled the IV
out. Had he been lying there passed out, exsanguinating for long? I ran
toward him and I knew the answer.

To be continued...

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