Date: Sat, 12 Jul 2003 15:35:20 -0400
From: Noni Y. Mouse <nonimouse440@hotmail.com>
Subject: Kiss of Life Chapter 6

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Chapter 6:


	To anyone walking into the lobby at that moment, the man sitting in the
wheelchair was quite obviously nervous. He kept fidgeting and looking
around, an expression that was bred of shock and worry painted the canvas of
his handsome face. His green eyes shone out of his face, his black hair cut
short, was tousled and in disarray. His strong, square jaw-line and
seemingly sculpted chin conveyed a sense of immense strength, and to anyone
looking, they'd swear that this gorgeous hunk of man sitting in the
wheelchair was definitely taken. No one that beautiful went lonely for long.
A couple of them looked longingly, extendedly, from strategic, furtive
positions behind newspapers or magazines. Mike would have been surprised to
know that both men and women were staring at him as if enthralled by
something. To them, he seemed so... beautiful. It was inexplicable- but the
fact remained that they wanted to just touch him- his shoulder that was in
the blue and white sling, his stubbly face, his luscious red lips...
anywhere on him, as long as it was contact with him. And in a daze, a few
had even started forward, only to stop themselves when realizing that they
were actually moving, and it was NOT a dream. Mike was completely oblivious
to all this, and kept an agitated watch out for his "date."
	The lobby door opened, and in walked this 6'4" tall, 230-pound frame of a
man with brown hair. He had dark brown eyes, an olive complexion, and stood
there for a moment, silhouetted by the overhead lights as though he were an
unearthly being- an angel, really. The frame began to move, and more people
turned to look discretely at his impressive stature. He was wearing a blue
tee shirt under his leather jacket, and tight blue jeans- so very tight,
blue jeans. His thighs strained the material with their impressive girth,
and his calves were long mounds of chorded muscle. Mike hadn't seen him
enter the room, but when he turned his head, he stopped in shock, mouth open
and eyes wide. He and Nurse Briggs gasped in unison. This man was HOT. Dear
goodness, this man was on FIRE!
	"Hi Michael. How are you feeling? You ready to go?" Anderson smiled, to
which Mike shuddered. There had to be some catch to this arrangement- it was
too good to be true.
	"Detective... Anderson... I'm... uhm.... Ready... whenever you are..." Mike
stammered. He blushed at the double entendre of his last statement, and then
wondered for a brief second if he really WAS ready? He could drown in this.
	"When I'm off duty, I'm John, not Detective, ok Mike?" John Anderson
flashed Mike that smile again, and then looked up to Nurse Briggs. She was
still clenching the bars of the wheelchair in a tight, white knuckled grip,
and staring openly at John's crotch. The thoughts running through her head,
a mother of three and wife to a man who at the moment was at home and
alone... She shook her head, and looked up to find the Detective's eyes
resting on hers, a smile tickling the corner of his mouth. Her eyes widened,
and she knew she'd been caught, but that didn't bother her.
	"Well sweetie, if you put it out on display, you're going to be bound to
attract a few window shoppers, you know what I mean?" She confessed with a
twinkle in her eyes. She knew that as soon as Mike had been dropped off, her
shift was over, and she was going home to her husband and kid-less house for
a few hours of intensely pleasurable sexual relations. It'd been a while,
and she'd let her husband off the hook long enough. There was no escaping
her tonight..
	John burst out laughing, and Mike snorted, embarrassed and immensely
humored that Nurse Briggs was such a bold lady. She bent down to him, and
kissed him on the cheek, and wished him the best. She also told him to
contact her in case of anything, to which he replied that he'd make sure she
was on duty when he went back to have the stitches removed. He then rose
from the wheelchair, and took a step towards John Anderson. He wasn't
looking where he was going, and tripped over his own feet, and into the
Detective's outstretched arms. He bounced against a firm, muscled chest, and
felt the ribbed tautness of the man's obvious six pack. The heat that
emanated from the Detective's chest... his smell- cologne, deodorant, and
something sweet... like vanilla... Mike groaned, felt himself swelling in
his pants to bursting proportions. John held him back gently, looking into
his eyes.
	"You haven't hurt yourself, have you?" he asked softly. Mike couldn't
speak- he only shook his head no, and then, unconsciously pushed against the
Detective's arms, and returned back into the warm embrace, eyes closed, lips
curled in a smile of pleasure. They stood that way a few moments, and then
Mike came back to with a snap- he was standing in the lobby of the hospital,
Nurse Briggs somewhere still behind him, all of the people in the lobby
staring, quite openly, at the two men hugging, and his erection was pushing
against the Detective's ribbed stomach. However, at this point, Mike was
sick of being embarrassed, and without a word, disengaged himself from
John's arms, patted his chest with his good arm, smiled, and then stood
back.
	"Thanks, John."
	"The pleasure was all mine, Michael" John said, looking intensely into
Mike's eyes. Mike found he couldn't break away from this man's eyes. They
reeled him in. Though he wasn't sure what was going- maybe the Detective was
just being friendly- helping out a victim in need... then again...
	They set out, headed off towards the Detective's car. Mike wasn't sure what
to expect, and lost in his own thoughts, it took him a few minutes to
realize that Anderson was holding onto the crook of his elbow, and literally
escorting him. Mike guessed that could be ok. He was lulled out of his
dream-like reverie by John announcing that they'd arrived at his car. Mike
looked down to see a... a Volvo?? He looked up, somewhat puzzled. This huge
hunk of detective drove.... A Volvo??? Mike had expected some sort of red,
suped-up mustang... or a motorcycle even... but... a Volvo?? Anderson looked
from Mike's face, and then back down to his car. A flush crept up along his
neck, and he grinned.
	"If you don't like it, then you can walk home. I'll just meet you there!"
and with that he started to the other side of the car. Mike laughed, and
chased after him, eyes shining. He caught up with the fugitive detective,
and wrapped his good arm around the detective's waist.
	"You don't get away that easy!!" he said, laughing into John's strong back.
He was still laughing when John turned around, and laughed a little less
when John wrapped his arms around his waist. He stopped laughing completely
by the time John's face came inches from his own, his warm, sweet breath
painting Mike's cheeks.
	"I hope that's true, Michael. I really do" John said softly, and gently
pulled Michael to his face. Michael resisted, his lips an inch apart from
John's, and looked at those beautiful red lips, beckoning, calling to him to
just give in- taste them, taste the sweetness of them, and think later. Just
touch them... just to... touch them...
	And he gave in- his lips found John's lips, and he inhaled sharply as
John's tongue found its way into his mouth, and lovingly caressed his own.
John was so sweet- sweet and hot inside- so tasty. His eyes were closed, and
he was losing himself- falling into the madness of the moment- where nothing
existed, not John, not the hospital, not himself- just this kiss. This kiss
was electrifying- his cock expanded down his leg, throbbing, and when John
gripped him harder, and shifted the kiss, Mike just exploded in his pants.
He knew the orgasm had been coming, but he still hadn't been prepared, as
his nuts contracted to spaces within his body, and his cock throbbed over
and over and over and the warm cum slammed down his tube and into his
borrowed jeans. He tensed, and ground into John, almost against his will, as
the tickling sensation of his explosive orgasm rocked through him, and took
over his body. He groaned, and something unleashed within him, and he pushed
John back against the car forcefully, and ground his desperate, yearning,
aching body into John. He wanted more- needed to have more- he was so
hungry- hungry for affection, hungry for love... and as he opened his eyes
and pulled back, the lust written clearly all over his face, he realized
that he was hungry for this man. Not even the damp, warm wet in his
underwear could tear him away from that realization. And John stared back,
panting, wide eyed and in wonder at the animal that lived inside of the
shell of the beautiful man that stood before him. What had happened? One
second they were gently exploring one another's mouths, and the second after
that, he had felt Michael's exploding cock throbbing seductively against his
leg, and then the almost carnivorous kissing... Anderson felt extremely
turned on at his core, but realized that he needed to exercise some
restraint. Something about Michael... He wasn't ready, Anderson knew.
Whatever was going on, Anderson could sense that Michael would push him
away, fiercely, if Anderson got too close too quickly. And the kiss was just
a sign of that. Something in Michael wanted to bust loose, but Michael has
it so tightly under grips that if it broke out and Michael wasn't prepared,
it could consume him... and anyone else nearby...
	Mike looked down at his shoes, wanting the intimacy to end, and yet not
wanting the intimacy to end. He knew he wasn't ready. It was simple. He
wasn't ready. And he didn't know when he would be. He looked up again into
John's eyes, searching- searching for himself in another man's eyes,
searching for room for himself in this man's soul... and he couldn't see
anything. What was he expecting? An easy answer? An angel tapping him on the
shoulder, telling him that this man standing in front of him and exuding
safety and security, yet these feelings overshadowed by the insecurity Mike
felt, was the one? What exactly did Mike want? And what about what he had
felt with Chris? Could all of these variables be answered with a kiss? Was
it so simple? He wanted it to be, he knew, but he also knew that it wouldn't
be so. No kiss could magically set everything straight- this was real life,
not Snow White, and he was no princess laying about in a comatose state,
waiting for the hot lips of his prince charming to come and breathe a kiss
of life into his prostrate form.
	Anderson could sense something being wrestled with inside of Michael- a
turmoil that was bubbling beneath the surface of the man looking deeply into
his eyes, searching for something. What was he hoping to see? He wasn't
sure, but suddenly he felt a surge of... desire... he wasn't sure what had
prompted him to speak, but before he even knew what he was saying, he was
saying it.
	"Michael... I know that we don't know each other that well... I mean...
there are probably a lot of things about each other that we have to learn.
But I want you to know that when I asked you on this date tonight, it was to
open a door for us to get to know one another better. I... there's something
about you... it makes me want you... but I don't know what it is. Right now
it's just a feeling, and maybe in the end, that'll be enough. But I want to
know more about you. I know you're hesitant... but please... please
Michael... let me in... I want to come in and stay for a while." Michael's
eyes widened at that moment, and he inhaled sharply. Anderson didn't budge-
he stood there waiting for Michael to say something- to make his decision.
Better to get it out in the open now, than to be rejected later on.
	Mike stood there, arms still connected to John, feet still planted firmly
on the ground, yet he felt like he was floating. John wanted to be let in...
into what?! Mike's horror? The loneliness of his life? But he seemed so
genuinely interested... And so suddenly it was all reversed- now John was
looking into his eyes, searching for himself in them- for room for himself
in Mike's life; and so suddenly, it was the princess having to kiss the
sweet prince back.
	"Stuff all this fairy tale nonsense, Dana," Mike told himself, "what do you
want? Do you want to take the chance? Or do you want to hide forever behind
your victimization? Do you really want to take a chance at being happy? What
do you have to lose?" He shook himself, forgetting that he was still looking
into the detective's face, into his eyes, with rapt attention. It was now or
never- time to speak- time to decide- and he closed his eyes, trusted his
heart, and opened his mouth to speak.
	"I... I'm tired... John... of being alone... I want you to come in... and
stay... but please... it's not easy for me... and I know that will translate
into not being easy for you... I...," he paused, and his voice broke, and
tears burst out of him from a well of self-pity that was20 years deep,
"please John... please... I can't put this much pressure on anyone... you
don't understand... and I don't know if it'd be fair of me to expect you to
understand. You'd have to fight... fight so hard against me, and do you
really want me to invite you into that? I'm so afraid of opening up, John,
and getting rejected... I'm sorry- it's too much... I'm unloading too
much... I'm..." And that was as far as he got before his sobbing made his
words unintelligible, and he collapsed into John's arms, moaning and cursing
and groaning. It was such a mixture of bitterness, sadness, longing and
anger. Fucking hell he wanted this beautiful man... what would he really
have to lose? But he knew the answer to that question before he even
finished asking it. He'd lose everything else in his life.
	Anderson looked down at the top of Mike's head, and couldn't resist the
impulse to reach down and kiss the crown of his black hair. As his lips
touched Mike's head, a growl came from one of them, he wasn't sure, and a
passion surged in him. He needed to know more- the passion that he was
feeling... it made him uncomfortable with its suddenness and intensity. He
was sure that it wasn't entirely physical, but however far into the
emotional that it extended, he needed to know. He needed to be sure that it
wasn't a generic, "I-need-to-protect-the-weak" kind of situation. He'd done
that before, mistaking pity for love. And he had to admit, if anything, Mike
seemed to be deserving of all the pity that anyone could muster. But what
was it? He tilted Mike's head back, and sank his lips down onto Mike's,
tasting his salty tears, kissing him, his tongue licking Mike's lips with
gentleness and persistence, trying to figure out the source of the sweetness
in him. He kissed him, alternating between soft, gentle kisses, and
commanding, passionate kisses, until Mike's tears stopped, and his breathing
quickened. Anderson could feel Mike's rod straining down his leg, thumping
in tune to the beat of, not Mike's, but Anderson's own heart, and that did
it. He growled into Mike's mouth, and pulled back.
	"I'm not letting you run away until I find out what it is about you that
makes me want you so bad. You can hide all you want, Michael. But I'm not
leaving. I'm not leaving, and you're going to give me a chance. Is that
understood?" Mike's eyes widened again- this man spoke with such commanding
force... he couldn't say now. Mike never thought of himself as less than
masculine- in fact, masculine and feminine weren't terms that he found
himself terribly concerned with, but at this moment, he knew that Anderson
was exerting his male authority- demanding without apology for his desires.
And Mike found himself, not so surprisingly, maybe, being unable to deny
him. So when they found themselves seated in the car moments later, holding
hands and staring out the windshield in silence, neither was too surprised.
They were each lost in their own thoughts as to where this night would lead,
and where the future lay in a road as rocky as the one they were about to
start out their journey on.