Date: Mon, 28 Mar 2005 19:00:53 -0800 (PST)
From: taarob <taarob@yahoo.com>
Subject: Lost and Found 8

This is a work of fiction.  I love getting email so if you
would like to contact me you can at taarob@yahoo.com or if
you'd like to see some other things that I've written you
can go to my web site at http://www.mygaystories.com .


From Chapter 7:
I walked over and stood next to her.  "Rosie, I was
thinking......"

"I already took care of it, Boss.  When yall are done eating
they gonna move you to a private suite upstairs.  You'll be
able to stay too.  I already had fresh clothes put up there
for you."

"What about going...............?"

"Tomorrow, as long as he keeps getting better.  I already
arranged for nurses to come to the house.  But you can't be
fussin with him too much tonight cause they wantin him all
rested before they gonna let em go."

I smiled at Michael and winked.  "Hear that, no fussin!  You
know how you get."

Then it dawned on me what Michael had said earlier.


                         Lost and Found 8

We looked like a caravan.  In front, a Suburban full of
security guys followed up by Michael and I in an ambulance
with nurses following behind us and behind them more
security guys.  Too much security?  Maybe.....maybe not.

It feels like too much and yes I know that I'm probably
overreacting.......and yet...there's something out there.
Anyway, whether it's out there or not it's not getting
Michael.....or me!

Ralph greeted this band of interlopers with his usual
aplomb, shunting the security guys into the kitchen where
they could plan assignments, Michael, I and the nurses went
into the downstairs bedroom suite.  Hey, way to go Rosie!  A
new king size adjustable bed was in the downstairs bedroom

"I don't think that you should ever be allowed to leave the
house again."  I had kicked everyone out of our bedroom and
climbed, fully dressed, into bed with Michael.  I leaned on
my left elbow and watched his face.  Normally he would be on
the other side of the bed but this allowed me to be next to
him without coming into contact with the damaged bits.

"Jeff, it was just an accident!  A stupid accident."  Yeah?
Maybe.  "Besides, I gotta work."

"You got a broken arm, a broken leg, multiple contusions and
an addled brain.  I hope that you're not drawing up
contracts for my business."

He turned his head slowly on the pillow to face me.  "Will I
ever be well?  I mean, it takes fucking forever for all this
shit to heal."

I wanted to scream that I didn't care, that as far as I was
concerned it could take ten years.  He was safe with me,
safe here in our house and that was all that mattered.

I pushed myself up and leaned over his face.  I slowly
lowered mine until our lips met and then I pushed my tongue
into his mouth as he drew me in and sucked on my tongue.
Slowly I broke the kiss and then spoke softly to him, trying
to convince.  "You don't need to worry about any of that
stuff.  You just gotta relax and get well.  Who the fuck
cares how long it takes for you to heal.  Hmmm?  You got the
tv, your computer and any fucking thing on earth that you
want.  All you gotta do is rest and get well."  It sounded
logical to me.  "Okay, so you gotta put up with me too but
when you get a little better we can take off for anywhere on
earth that you want to go.  You can heal just as well on the
beaches of Key West you know or Spain, you'd fucking love
Spain."

Michael was looking at me with an indulgent smile on his
face.  "I'm not running!"

"Running?  Who the fuck said anything about running?  You
know.....there's nothing to run from in the first place.
This isn't about running, this is about healing.  This is
about warm tropical breezes blowing through open windows
while we make love on clean white sheets and drink gin and
tonics while we play gin rummy to while away the hours."

"Two things.  First of all, Bullshit!  Second of all, I'm
not running!"

God, this is so irritating!  Why can't people just do what I
want them to do?  "Oh God!'  I dropped my head back on the
pillow in frustration.  "So you're gonna work?  You're not
healthy enough to work."

"I can still type.  I can still talk on the phone."

"Michael, how the fuck are you gonna type, you've got a
broken arm!"

He pointed at his left arm.  "I can prop it up!  I know...I
know I can."  He dropped his arm and sagged back against the
pillows.  "I'm just tired right now."

I spoke softly.  "Michael, you can't even get up to take a
dump by yourself, be realistic."

Michael rubbed his eyes with the fingers of his right hand.
"I know."  Then he turned his head to me.  "So will you help
me?"

I hadn't even thought of it before but I answered quickly.
"Of course!  Whenever you need me to."  He looked at me
strangely and I asked.  "You mean now?"

Michael gave me a lopsided grin.  "I didn't have to go until
you started talking about it!  Anyway, I just need you to
help me get up and then gimme one of those crutches."  He
nodded towards a pair of them that someone had leaned
against the wall.

I shook my head.  "I don't think so!  There's no way that
you can support yourself on a crutch.  The arm that has to
be used is broken."  I jumped out of bed and grabbed the
wheelchair.

"This is your best shot."  I walked over to the other side
of the bed and gently helped Michael turn so that he was
sitting up.

His left arm and leg were pretty much useless and before
taking my hand he looked up at me and said.  "I'm sorry.
Ah.....really, you didn't bargain for this."

I held his hand tightly.  "Don't be a fucking idiot!  You
think that I care about this, that you need a little help?
Don't ever say that again!"  Michael opened his mouth and
then shut it.

"Okay, when I pull you up we're gonna pivot you on your
right foot and sit you down in the wheelchair.  Got it?"

"Okay, yeah.   But take it a little easy."  One smooth pull
up and Michael was standing.  I pivoted him with one arm
while positioning the wheel chair with the other and then
slowly lowered him into it.

We just made it through the door of the bathroom, thanks
mainly to the fact that when the house was being designed I
was thinking of the problems my dad had experienced during
his final days.

I wheeled Michael into the bathroom and over to the toilet
and locked the wheels.  "Okay, we'll do the same pivot
thing.  Just brace yourself on me."

I opened his robe and peeled it off of him and then pulled
him up and while he balanced himself with a hand on my
shoulder I opened his hospital gown pulled it forward and
let it drop away.  He's so beautiful, even beat up like this
he's gorgeous.  I reach forward and wrap my fingers around
his cock.

Michael tenses up.  "Oh God, be careful....you better not,
I'm too fucking horny and I have to take a dump too bad."

I laughed.  "Okay, when you get back to bed and things quiet
down we can take care of that.  What do you want me to do
now?"

"Two things, help me down to the toilet and then make
yourself scarce."  While lowering him I decided to get
someone in here later today to put in hand railings so that
Michael would feel more secure and could even do this by
himself if he had to.  I would have hated being in his
position of having to rely on someone for this.

"You got it, Babe, holler when you're ready."  I ducked out
of the bathroom closing the door behind me.

I called Rosie about the hand railings.  She said that she'd
have them up by the afternoon and asked about Michael.

"He's fine, he's......in the john right now but he's fine."
There was a soft knocking on the bedroom door and then a
nurse poked her head in.

I waved at her.   "Not now, I'll call you, he's in the
john."

She pointed at the bathroom and whispered.  "I should go
help."

I put my hand on her arm.  "No, leave him."  I guided her
toward the door while Rosie on the phone was in my other
hand.  "Give him time to adjust and we, he and I, need time
together."

I sighed and put the phone to my ear.  "He'll be okay, Rosie
but, of course, he's frustrated and embarrassed.  I mean,
who the hell wouldn't be when you can't even take a crap by
yourself?"

Rosie sounded disbelieving.  "And you're helping him?"

"Of course I am.  Why?  You don't think that I can do this
do you?"

"Welllllll, I guess it's just that I never seen it before.
Boss you freaked out about that little boy who was in the
office last week with a runny nose."

"Rosie, that was really disgusting!  Anyway this is
different!  And don't ask me how the hell it's different it
just is!"

She laughed and I was sure that she was shaking her head
even if I couldn't see it.  "If you say so, Boss."  She
shifted her tone of voice.  "That guy called, that guy that
has all those big machines and he wanted to know what you
wanted him to do with the buildings on the old Halverson
land.  He says you told him to level it all but he figured
he better make sure he heard you right.  Says there's some
decent buildings there."

"Down to the bare ground, Rosie.  Tell him to do it just
like we talked about."

"You got it, Boss."

Michael was calling me.  "Gotta go, Rosie!"

He was standing, naked, holding on to the wheelchair but
afraid to pivot.  I ran over to him grabbing his robe on the
way.  I wrapped my arm around him and helped him put on the
robe.  Then I lowered him slowly into the wheel chair.

"Everything work out?"

He laughed.  "Yeah.....it did.  Actually it was all easier
than I thought that it might be."

I helped him back into bed and I sat on the edge.  I took
his fingers in mine and held them.  "You will get well you
know.  A week from now and most of this'll be just a bad
memory."

"I won't be well in a week."

"No.....you won't but you'll be one hell of a lot better
than you are now."  I bent over and kissed him.  I spoke
softly.  "Your career will still be there, people will still
be suing each other, and I'll still love you!  You will
survive and a year from now you'll barely remember this."

 It's funny how you can be having a conversation with
someone and be totally into it and yet somewhere in the back
of your brain there's like twenty brain cells working on
another problem.

"I gotta call Rosie."  I leaned over and stretching was able
to grab the phone and punch in the numbers.

Seconds later.  "Yes, Boss."

"Howdya know it was me?"

She answers.  "You kiddin, right?"

I laugh, a bit confused.  "Cash, Rosie, I want us to be
thirty percent in cash by the end of the week."

"Boss, you do that and people gonna be pissed."

"Competitors, Rosie, screw em, this market is over it just
doesn't know it yet."

Rosie said slowly.  "Thirty percent?"

"Can you do it?"

"Sure.....just takes some doin is all.  I'll start dribbling
orders out in the Australian market, then a bunch in Japan
and so on, yeah I can do it."

"And, Rosie, check with Fred Garagan and see what he's
turned up.  I haven't heard from him and with him that
usually means he's on to something."

"I will boss.  I'd rather talk to that man on the telephone
than have to be in the same room with em."

"He won't bite, Rosie."  Even I didn't believe that.

"Boss, he bites me an I give em back his teeth one at a
time."

After hanging up with Rosie I turned back to Michael.  "The
guys are on their way to put in hand rails so that if you
want to take a dump without the rest of the world waiting
outside the door you can."

He turned his head on the pillow and tried to smile but it
wasn't very convincing.  "Thanks, Jeff."

I got on my knees on the bed and took his hand.  "Baby,
don't get all discouraged and nuts.  I love you.  This'll
get better."  I bent forward and kissed him.  "It kills me
to see you unhappy."

He smiled up at me grimly.  "You're ruining the crease in
the pants of my favorite suit."

My arms are braced on either side of his head and I bend
down and kiss him again more slowly this time.  I whisper to
him.  "I love you in this suit.  I love the way your cock
looks in this suit.  But then I love you."

He looks at me with big eyes.  "Jeff, I'm feeling really
sorry for myself right now and if you say stuff like that
I'm gonna start crying or some shit and I might not stop."

I sit back on my haunches.  "Well I got some info for you
that ought to straighten that mood out."  I climb off of the
bed and begin moving for the door.  "The nurses have been
chomping at the bit to get at you."  I open the bedroom
door.  "He's all yours ladies."  Three of them come pouring
in and rush to Michael's bedside while he drops his head
resignedly back against the pillows.

                    --------------------------------

Ralph was in the kitchen cooking and looking past him
through the kitchen window I could see a small trailer that
had been set up near the end of the driveway as a type of
command post for the security guys.

I nodded towards the trailer and asked Ralph.  "They
behaving themselves?"

Ralph chuckled.  "Pretty much.  Anyway I'm used to em.  Your
daddy used to have them from time to time.  You makin
decision about other peoples money and somebody's always
mad."

I grabbed a cup of coffee and leaned against the counter as
Ralph continued.

"He was managing a bunch of money for some mob guy back in
the seventies.  Well, course your daddy didn't know that the
guy was with the mob, not that it woulda made any
difference.  The thing was that all during the seventies
when the market was totally in the garbage your daddy was
able to earn a steady eight percent return, not only for
this dude but for all his clients but it wasn't enough for
the gangster and he was always threatening your dad."

I was surprised I had never heard this.  "Ralph, my dad
never told me about that.  I don't remember anything
happening."

Ralph laughed.  "You was too little and besides your dad
didn't want his family knowing about stuff like that but
there was plenty of security.  You and your momma was
followed everyplace.  Anyway, it only means that I'm used to
it."

Ralph lifted the heavy cover of a large cast iron pot and
stirred the contents.  "I'm makin a beef stew for you boys.
I figure with only one hand that he can use it'd be better
for Mr. Worthington.  Man would get tired pretty quick of
havin other people feed him."

                         -------------------------

Later that evening I made it clear to the nurses that
Michael and I were going to be sleeping together and that if
we needed them I would call them.  They can't help it.
They're programmed to be constantly checking on their
patients.

But not tonight, tonight was my first night really alone
with Michael since the accident and I didn't want any
interruptions.  Michael was lying in bed watching television
as I walked around turning off all the lights except one
coming from the bathroom.

After that I started taking off my clothes and I saw that
Michael was watching my every move.  When I was naked I
climbed into bed with him and pulled back the covers while I
knelt and sat on my heels looking down at his battered body.

He reached over with his one good hand, his right and gently
wrapped it around my hard cock.  I leaned forward and
gently, holding his chin in my hand, pressed my lips to his
and when they parted sucked his tongue into my mouth.  He
groaned and at the same time I saw tears forming in his
eyes.

I whisper to him.  "Don't fucking cry, Baby.  It kills me to
see you cry."

Michael let go of my dick and wiped the tears away.  He
tried to laugh.  `It's just that it feels so good to hold
your cock again and," He started to choke up again. "to have
you kiss me."  He reached out and touched my face with the
tips of his fingers and then wiped away more tears.

"I thought.......I thought, when I was lying there in the
hospital that there was no fucking way that you bargained
for this, that you might just as soon be rid of me."  I
started to speak but he stopped me by pressing his fingers
to my lips.

He spoke in a rush the words spilling out.  "I know that it
was stupid.  I know that you'd never do that.  But when I
was lying there in the ICU and the fucking pain was really
bad and then there were a lot of drugs that stopped the pain
but really messed with my head.  And all that I could think
of was what would I do if you just never showed up.  And the
more that I thought about it the more that it seemed
logical.  Why would you want me?  Your young, your handsome,
your rich, you can have anyone.  Why would you want a broken
boyfriend?"

I understood what Michael was saying but I the same time it
made me nuts.  I straddled his one good leg and let my still
hard cock bounce against it.

"You know, Michael, you're young and you're handsome and as
you've pointed out before you're an attorney which is not
exactly dog meat."  I pushed my cock down against his leg
and gently thrust my cock back and forth.

"I didn't say that there was any sense to it, Jeff.  And by
the way you're driving me crazy with that cock."

I leaned forward again and kissed him softly and then
whispered to him.  "I love you and while you were worrying
about that stuff I was worrying that you were gonna die."  I
smiled at him.  "I guess that were both jerks."

I grinned at him.  "So you're probably horny?"

He laughed and it made me feel wonderful.  "You have no
fucking idea!"