Date: Sun, 19 Aug 2001 20:54:05 -0400
From: Brain Tre <braintre1@hotmail.com>
Subject: A Chance Meeting Chapter 7

***Disclaimer Stuff:  The following story is a work of fiction.  It contains
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A Chance Meeting
Chapter 7
Copyright: Brain Tre



Brett's funeral was held three days after his life ended.  Scott went to the
services alone.  Chris had offered to go with him, but he refused the offer.
  He even refused his sister Diana's offer to go with him as well.  Scott
told them both, this was one more thing he had to do by himself, if he ever
truly was going to put the past behind him.  They both reluctantly agreed.
Even his boss at work, had granted him some time off to try and get things
back together.  Scott was happy by the support he had from his friends and
family.

When the service was over, Scott hugged Rita and told her how sorry he was
for her loss.  She hugged him back and whispered to him, something Scott had
been longing to hear.  Rita told her that Brett loved him very much, but he
could sense that Scott truly did love Chris, and Brett wanted the two of
them to be happy together.  Scott hugged her tightly.  He could feel the
tears beginning to form again.  He released her, and said good-bye, and then
walked away.

***

Chris was out on patrol when he saw Scott's car.  It was out by where he had
brought Scott on their first date.  The place where they looked out over the
ocean, and held each other, and enjoyed a wonderful time.  He stopped.  He
wanted to make sure Scott was ok.  He made his way down the path, being
careful not to fall, as the path had not yet been cleared of any ice and
snow that had built up.  He saw Scott sitting out on a rock that jutted out
into the sea.  He was sitting there, very peacefully, just staring out at
the water.  Chris had thought against disturbing him.  However, as he turned
to go back up the hill, the snow and ice cracked under his feet, drawing
attention to himself.  He glanced back at Scott, who was now looking at
Chris instead of the water.

"Hey," Chris said, somewhat sheepishly.

"Hey," Scott said, getting up, "what brings you here?"

"Out on patrol.  Saw your car, thought I would stop, and see how you were."

Scott climbed off the rock and walked over to where Chris stood.

"How did my life end up like this?" Scott asked, "I mean, what did I do to
have things happen the way they did?"

"Scott, I don't think anyone could ever have an answer to why people die
when they do."

"No, not that.  I have made my peace with Brett and with his death.  I
really  have.  I wanna know what I did to get so lucky to end up with such a
wonderful boyfriend."

Chris smiled, as Scott leaned closer to him, gently pressing their lips
together.

"Chris, I want you to know, and I know I have said this before, but I have
been doing a lot of thinking about this.  I honestly love you with all my
heart, and I want us to be together.  Now and forever."

"Me too," Chris replied, a tear forming in his eye.

As the two men leaned in to kiss once again, a call came across Chris's
walkie-talkie.  He just shook his head as Scott giggled.

"Guess duty calls huh?" Scott asked.

"Yep.  Making the world safe for everyone," Chris chuckled.  He gave Scott a
quick kiss, and then made his way back to his patrol car.  Scott hung back a
little, looking out at the water again, before making his way back to his
car.  He had work to do.

***

He stopped back by the store he worked at because he needed to speak to
Donna.  She, along with his other co-workers, was surprised to see him out
and about.  He told her he would be coming back to work the following week,
and in that time he had a lot of stuff to do.  He wanted to make sure it was
ok with her if he took the extra time off.  After giving him a puzzling
look, Donna agreed.  She had a feeling she knew what Scott was up to, and
she knew everything would work out fine.

Scott left shortly after and made his way back to his university.  He had
not been doing much around the campus, since they were on a two week break
from classes, however, he knew his advisor would still be in her office, so
he stopped by because she was the only person he knew might be able to help
him with his latest plan.

None of the other professors were around, so Scott and Kathy sat in the main
office of the building to talk.

"I need a change," Scott said simply.

"I see," Kathy replied, "and just what kind of a change are you looking
for?"

"A big change."

"Well, I have known you since you started at this university, and I am gonna
tell you now, the day you came to me to tell me you were coming out to the
world, I knew then and there that it would not be too long before you were
looking to make more changes in your life, and here we are," Kathy chuckled.

"Yep, I guess you are right."

Scott had a great relationship with his advisor; few people knew him as well
as she did.  She was one of the people he went to for advice when he decided
he was going to come out of the closet.

"Well, I know it is a little late in the game, but I really want to do the
senior project," Scott told her.

"Scott, you know that you fall under the old guidelines for the major, it is
not required of you."

"I know, but I want to do it."

"Did you sign up for it for next semester?"

"No, that is why I came to you, it's full, and I was sort of hoping, you
could pull some strings with Barb, and get me in.  She does not exactly like
me very much."

"She doesn't?  Why's that?" Kathy asked with a grin on her face.  She knew
why Barb did not like Scott.  He was the one student who did not put up with
her shit.  She was a tough professor, and taught in very unconventional
methods.  Most students passed her classes, but squeaked by with a C.  Scott
was the one student in her fifteen years of teaching at the university that
managed to pull off an A in her class, and she has since been convinced he
cheated, but can not prove it.  Although, the rest of the faculty in the
department knows that Scott spent long hours studying for her class, and
worked hard for the A he got.

"Funny," Scott said, "please, can you help?"

"I'll see what I can do.  Classes start again next week.  Do you have
anything I can use to help persuade her?"

"Well, if it helps, you can tell her I already have a script done, and I
know how I can cast it."

"Scott, you do know that the senior project she does is a collaborative
effort from all the students, right?"

"Shit, I forgot about that."

"Hmm...let me check something," Kathy said, and beginning flipping through
some files in her desk.

"Here," Kathy said, handing him a piece of paper.

"What's this?"

"It may be what you are looking for."

Scott read the paper.  It was a list of rules and regulations for
professors.  It seemed that any professor could offer independent studies to
the students, and it did not have to be listed in the course catalog.

Scott looked at Kathy, "You mean..."

"I will take on an independent study, and you can be in it.  That way you
can do your film, have the school pay for almost the whole thing, get
credit, and get something for your resume."

"Why would you do that for me?" Scott asked, puzzled, because all he wanted
to do was work on the Senior Project.

"Because, I see something in there, I have not seen in a student in a long
time.  You have the most drive and ambition out of any other student we have
in this department.  You, young man, will make a name for yourself."

Scott blushed.

"However, there are a couple of conditions.  First, you really will be
working independently.  I will not be able to be coming around on shoots.
Frankly, the only thing I am really going to have time for to help you out,
is signing your equipment request forms.  I will do my best to help you out
when you have snags, but you are going to have to do most all of it all on
your own."

"I understand."

"Good, now get outta here, so I can get some more work done," Kathy
chuckled.

Scott got up and opened the door to leave, but he stopped and turned back.

"Kathy...thanks."

"No problem, just remember me in your speech when you win your first Oscar."

Scott smiled and ran out the door.


***

"Honey, I'm home," Chris said with a laugh, as he walked through Scott's
front door.

"Hey beautiful, I am in my bedroom."

"I brought dinner with me."

"Ok, I'll be right there."

Scott emerged from the bedroom wearing nothing but a pair of basketball
shorts, his chest glistened from the sweat that was lingering there.  He
gave Chris a kiss, and then peeked into the Chinese food containers that
Chris had set on the counter.

"Mm...looks and smells yummy," Scott said.

"So do you," Chris replied.

Scott wiggled his eyebrows are Chris, causing Chris to laugh.

"You sure seem in a good mood since I last saw earlier," Chris told him.

"I am in a wonderful mood."

"Care to enlighten me?"

"Yep, but not right now.  Right now, I need to shower, and then we can
eat...if you do not mind waiting until I am all clean to eat?"

"Hmm...I guess not, I can go watch TV while you shower," Chris said in a
mock-sulking tone.

Scott looked at him and shook his head.

"Get that cop ass of yours in my bathroom, and get naked will ya."

"Are you insinuating that I should shower with you?" Chris questioned,
trying to keep from laughing.

"Smart ass," Scott said, turning on his heel and heading toward his
bathroom.

His bathroom was off of his bedroom, and Chris tackled him as he walked past
his bed on his way in to clean up.  All Scott did was grunt out  "oof" as he
hit the bed with Chris on top of him.

"How about we make us both more sweaty and then go shower?" Chris asked as
he kissed the back of Scott's neck.

"Hmm...what did you have in mind?"

"Let me show you."

Chris rolled Scott over so that the two of them were face to face.  Their
lips met, tentatively, then pressed together harder.  Chris snaked his
tongue into Scott's warm mouth.  Scott scraped his fingernails gently up and
down Chris's back as the two men made out.  He squeezed Chris's ass cheeks,
and flipped Chris over on his back.  He sat astride Chris now, and leaned
down to kiss his boyfriend once again.

Chris was grinding his pelvis against Scott.  Scott knew what he wanted.
Scott wanted it also.  He reached over to the nightstand for condoms and
some lube.  He rolled the condom over Chris's hard and leaking cock, and
then applied a liberal amount of lube to his own tight opening.  Scott knew
they could make love later; right now they both need a good hard fuck.  He
grabbed the base of Chris's cock and guided it to his hole.  He looked down
at his lover and smiled as he sat down, letting Chris's cock impale him.
The men screamed out in pleasure as Chris's cock went all the way in to the
hilt.  Scott rested only a moment before he began to lift himself up again,
only to sit down harder than the first time.

Before long, Scott was riding Chris up and down.  The two men were panting
and groaning heavily as the sweat poured off their bodies.  Scott leaned
down slipping his tongue into Chris's mouth again, while Chris continued to
thrust his hips upwards, as his cock continued its assault on Scott's
prostate.  As Scott sat back again, he squeezed his ass muscles; Chris
groaned loudly, and let his load loose.  As much as he wanted to make it
last longer, he could not take what his boyfriend was doing to him any
longer.  Scott leaned down as he felt the warm juice fill the condom still
inside his ass.

As Chris's cock softened, it fell from Scott's ass, and Chris immediately
slid his hands around Scott's ass and pulled him to his mouth.  Chris
swallowed Scott's all the way to the base in one gulp.  One inside the warm
confines on Chris's mouth and throat, Scott knew it would not be long before
he was emptying his own load down his boyfriend's gullet.  Chris massaged
Scott's cock with his throat muscles.  Scott moaned in pleasure.  With one
final swallow, Chris got his reward as Scott shot his load deep into his
boyfriend's mouth.  Chris would not let go of Scott's cock until he had
milked all of the juice from it.

When Chris, finally and reluctantly, released Scott from his mouth, Scott
collapsed on top of him.  The two men were breathing heavy.  Covered in
sweat, their bodies glistened in the moonlight that was shining through the
bedroom window.  Chris looked at Scott, his hair all disheveled, and smiled.
  He had never been so in love before, and he could see in Scott's eyes that
he felt the same way about him.  Chris kissed Scott once more on the lips.

***

After the two men had showered, they went back to the kitchen and ate the
food that Chris had brought with him, and then they "retired" to Scott's
living room.  They cuddled up on the couch and watched some TV, neither
really watching the program.  They were more basking in the comfort of each
other's arms.

"Thank you," Scott said.

"For what?"

"For being so understanding about...well about everything."

"Hey...who said love was ever supposed to be easy?"  Chris asked.

"You sure make it easy.  Especially given everything that has happened."

"You're worth it," Chris said, with a wink.

"Thanks, but I, uh, have some news for you too."

"Oh?" Chris's smile had changed.  He now had a puzzled look on his face.

"Yeah, I spoke to my advisor at school today."

"And..."

"And, I am going to be taking a course overload this semester."

"Course overload?" Chris asked.

"Yeah, I am going to be taking the six classes instead of five.  Well,
really it will still be five, but one of them is an independent study of
sorts."

"What kind of sorts?"

"The kind where I get to actually make a film, and I can enter it into some
film festivals, and hopefully win some awards, and maybe really kick start a
career for myself."

"I see," Chris said simply.

"Chris, I am telling you this, because I want you to still be in my life.
Other than my immediate family, you are the most important person in my
life.  No one has ever stuck by me the way you have.  I love you more than
life itself.  I would even..." Scott trailed off.

"You would even what?  You just told me that you are taking a course
overload, and I know school is important to you, but are you telling me you
want to take a break from us for six month?  I mean, how am I supposed to
react to that," Chris asked looking at Scott with hurt in his eyes.

"Oh God, is that what you think?  I just wanted you to know that my schedule
is going to be crazier than before.  If I can pass all of these classes this
semester I graduate.  I will finally have my degree, and I can say good-bye
to that damn record store."

"Then what is it you would do regarding us?"

"Never mind."

"No, tell me," Chris said, clearly getting irritated.

Scott thought a moment, not sure if he was ready to tell Chris just what was
on his mind or not.  He almost laughed; this was the first argument the two
of them had ever had.  He was surprised it was over something as trivial as
Scott's college.  He did not laugh, though.  Instead he looked Chris
directly in the eyes and spoke.




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