Date: Mon, 27 Jun 2005 15:36:49 -0700 (PDT)
From: taarob <taarob@yahoo.com>
Subject: Protecting David-Alex's Story 9

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From the previous chapter:
Mark and David stopped in the hallway outside of Alex's
room.  Like all of the rooms in the ICU this one had a large
window and they could see Larry standing next to the bed
holding Alex's hand.  The boys were talking quietly and then
Larry bent and wrapped his arms gently around Alex's head
and then slowly kissed him.  They both looked up when David
and Mark walked in.

When Alex saw David and Mark he began to speak but then
seemed to choke up as David bent over the bed to kiss him.
Larry tried to move away but Mark held him by the arm.
Larry tried to pull away but looked up at Mark's face and
then seemed to relax.  Mark put his arm around Larry's neck
and pulled him close.

David looked into Alex's eyes.  "How bad are you hurt?"

Alex wiped his eyes with the back of his hands and said,
"They said that I'm okay.  It hurts a lot though."  David
lifted the edge of the blanket and looked at what he could
see of Alex's body.  He sighed.

David touched Alex's face.  "Nothing bad is gonna happen.
The bad part is over."  David looked around.  "I'm gonna see
if I can talk to a doctor."

He turned to Larry.  "I want you to allow a doctor to really
examine you."  Larry started to protest but David
interrupted him.  "I don't want to be in the position of
explaining to your parents that you could have been saved
from dying if we had only insisted on an examination."
David turned to Alex.

"Alex, we need to have a doctor examine him and he's been so
busy making himself crazy over your condition that he hasn't
allowed that.  Get him to agree."

Alex lifted his head.  "Larry, just fucking do it.  Do it
for me."

Larry looked up at Mark in frustration.  Mark smiled and
said, "You have no idea what you're up against."


               Protecting David-Alex's Story 9

                         Alex

David is looking sternly at both of us.  "There's a limo
outside and I want you both to go over to the St. Francis.
The room is in my name but they know that you're coming.  No
sex!  Larry hasn't slept, Alex and he needs to" then turning
to Larry, "Larry, he's too banged up for sex so just cool
it, rest."  David turned away and then swung back on Larry.
"What's your shoe size?"

Larry stammered.  "Uh uh uh, twelve...I think.  Yeah,
twelve."

David said, "I'll have a pair of topsiders sent over to
you."  He paused to think.  "Mark and I are going to Palo
Alto to check on the condo and talk to the school."  He
looked at us both and then waved his finger again.  "Today
is about resting.  If you need anything call room service.
Okay?"

We both stammered, "Yes, sir!"

After they left I turned to Larry.  "He's kind of a take
charge guy."

Larry smiled.  "You mean like, General Rommel?"

I started to move and grimaced despite trying not to.  Larry
was all over me.

"What's the matter?  You're still hurt aren't you?  Should
we be staying here at the hospital?  You want me to get a
doctor?"

"Noooo, Larry!  Just relax, it's gonna hurt me for a while.
I'll be okay.  Kiss me."  Larry brought his lips to mine
like I was made of glass and we kissed.  Damn I love his
tongue.  I whispered to him.  "Let's just got to the hotel
and do what David said.  We can send out for room service
and just chill.  I need to be alone with you."  Actually I
did look like hell, lots of bruises and every muscle in my
body felt like it had been stretched to the point of tearing
and then beaten with a baseball bat.  They gave me pills but
I took Tylenol instead.

Even though I had slept most of the night as soon as Larry
and I slipped between those cool sheets at the hotel we were
both out like lights.  I was afraid that I was going to
dream about the accident but I didn't, neither did I
remember it. The last thing that I remembered was Larry
calling my name.

I woke to Larry kissing me.  His nose bumped mine and he
looked at me and smiled.  "I know that I don't have to wait
for you to go to sleep to kiss you anymore
but......sometimes I do."  He was lying on his stomach with
his arms folded beneath his chest like he didn't trust
himself not to touch me and like that would hurt me or
something.  His breath was on my face and I wanted to drink
it like water.

I lifted my head slightly and kissed him on the lips and
said quietly, "I love you."

He smiled and lightly touched his forehead to mine.  "I
know...I love you too."  The little green dots in his eyes
were flickering like small flames.

I asked him quietly, "Did you ever feel this way before?"

He took a second to answer.  "I thought I did...at the
time...but I realize now that it was something real
different from this.  It's like then it was just me
and...well....you know, that other guy...but it was never an
us.  But now everything that I do, everything thing that I
think, I'm like thinking, well how would you feel about
it....or what can I do that would make you happy."  He gave
me a goofy smile.  "Normally I'd advise you to take
advantage of the situation while it lasts but to tell you
the truth I'm pretty sure that this is never gonna change."

I spoke softly.  "When I'm in class or just walking around
the campus, all I've gotta do is think about you, not even
like a sex thing but just think about you and I'm hard as a
rock.  It's getting embarrassing."  I sighed and then lifted
my head and kissed him again.  I smiled.  "You're making my
prostate crazy."

"Larry laughed.  "That's what I live for."

"You know what we could do?"

Larry said, "No sex!"

"Well I was just thinking...."

"Alex your dad said no sex and I agree with him!  You could
have all kinds of internal injuries and shit like that!"

I smiled at him.  "Actually my dick is the only thing that
isn't bruised."

He leaned forward and his warm lips touched mine.  He
whispered, "Kisses.....all you get are kisses."

I whispered back.  "Kisses are good."

His voice was deep and throaty.  "You can have as many as
you want.  I've got an unlimited supply."

"Larry, I am so fucking hard!"

"Alex...forget about it!  Okay let's talk about other stuff.
Is your dad really serious about the condo?"

I smiled.  "David is serious about everything.  If he said
it it's a done deal.  Besides they had time to talk and if
Mark was against the idea that would probably have killed it
but apparently he went along with it."

"Why does Mark keep hugging me?"

I laughed.  "Well, he's kind of a touchy feely guy.  He's
really warm hearted and he was always the guy who held me if
I was hurt.....stuff like that.  He's probably figuring that
because your family isn't here that you need some attention.
Does it bother you?"

"Well I didn't understand it at first but then it started to
feel good."  He sighed.  "My dad used to do stuff like that.
You know if you did something he liked he'd grab me and hug
me.  He wasn't afraid of being close then."

I wanted to distract Larry from thinking about his dad and
said, "Look at this."  I pulled the covers back and pulled
up my tee shirt and pushed down my boxers.  "Some fucking
bruising isn't it?"  The bruising was beginning to come into
full color and I looked pathetic.

Larry reached out and touched my hip with the tips of his
fingers.  "Why didn't this happen to me?"  Why did you get
all this shit?"

"Larry you got it too.  You've got bruises all over you."

His hand moved lightly over the surface of my skin, just
barely touching it.  "Not as bad as you."

I reached over and ran my hand over his chest feeling the
softness of his chest hair as my fingers moved over it.  His
body has this total magnetic attraction to me and touching
it just puts me in this....blissful place that I never wanna
leave.  I whisper.  "You're like the most beautiful thing
that's ever been in my life.  When you hold me and your arms
are around me.....it's like that's the only thing that I'd
ever need."

Larry leans forward and wraps his arms around my head and
leans in close.  "That's because we were meant to be
together.  I felt it the first day that I met you.  Despite
the nuttiness on my part I knew that you were the guy for
me."  He dropped his head kissed me and then grinned.  "When
I saw those blue eyes I knew that I was a goner."

"Lemme hold your dick."

"Alex!  Will you forget it?  Besides every time you mention
it I get hornier and we don't need to go there."

"Okay...well lemme just look at it.  Come on, Larry!  I'm
going fucking nuts!  We're not in prison, just lemme look at
your dick.....hard."

Larry leaned over me and glared.  "It's a good thing that
you're not well or I'd strangle you."

"Please!"

"Ohhhhh, fucking okay!"  Larry sat back and slipped his
boxers off and then kneeled next to me.  His cock was about
half hard and I reached out and held it in the palm of my
hand as it continued to grow.

"God I love this dick!"  I looked up into Larry's eyes.  He
kept looking down at my crotch and then I reached down and
pulled my hard cock out of my boxers and he reached over and
gently took it in his hands.

He sighed.  "Oh what the fuck?"  He looked down at me.
"Don't move.  Let me do the work."  Larry stood up and
stripped off his boxers and then got behind my head and then
bent forward so that he was on his hands and knees and his
cock was lying on my face.

"Larry you gotta lift your butt up a bit or I'm not gonna be
able to get your cock in my mouth.   He raised himself up
and I started to lick at the head of his cock while I felt
his hot mouth engulfing mine.

Larry's cock is a thing of beauty and something that I've
come to love and maybe need but the downside to it is that
it's hard to suck.  The most that I can get into my mouth is
about three or four inches and then I feel like I can barely
breathe.  I lick the underside of his cock from the head up
as far as I can go without screwing up my neck.  The muscles
there are kinda strained from the accident.  But I can't
resist those balls that are resting on my forehead and I
tilt my head back and suck one into my mouth.  Larry moans
and I smile although you wouldn't be able to tell with my
mouth full of one of his balls.

Meanwhile Larry is doing a spectacular job of sucking my
cock and making sure that I don't hurt myself.  While he's
sucking he's also massaging my butt hole with his finger and
that's pushing me close to the edge.

While I'm sucking on his nuts I'm also stroking Larry's cock
and by the sounds he's making things could start happening
pretty quickly.

"Larry, don't cum yet!"

"He gasps.  "Whadya mean don't cum yet?"

"Push your dick down!  Shoot in my mouth!"

He mumbles something about all the sex requests but lifts up
quickly and shoves the head of his cock down in the general
direction of my mouth and as soon as it's in my mouth he's
shooting and I'm swallowing.  I don't know what I enjoy
about this.  While cum may not taste bad it doesn't taste
good but I guess that it's more a matter of whose cum it is
that makes it hot.  He shoves his finger all the way into my
butt and I'm firing into his mouth.

Larry trots to the bathroom and returns with a damp towel
and cleans us both up.  He flops down next to me.  "Don't
tell your dad that we had sex!"

I pull hid head over and kiss him.  "You think that I'd tell
them when we have sex?"

He laughed.  "You've got cum on your breath."

"You too."  Larry swung his leg over me and, supporting
himself with his arms and legs on either side of me, his
balls were resting on mine his cock lying on my stomach and
the rest of his body suspended a fraction of an inch above
me.  His nose was touching mine and then he kissed me slowly
and pushed his tongue into my eager mouth.  I wrapped my
arms lightly around him and felt the muscles tensed in his
back.

I speak softly, my breath on his face.  "I'd like you in
me."

He groaned.  "Alex, I'm trying not to think about that."  He
dropped his head and kissed my shoulder.

"It's okay.  I know that we can't."  His cock is still
pretty hard.  "What we really need to do is take a shower.
It's about four o'clock and Mark and David are bound to be
back soon.  I need you to help me with the shower."

Larry started to gently pump his cock against my stomach and
smiled.  "I'd love to help you with your shower."

Larry's got really beautiful warm brown hair which he's been
letting grow a little long and I run my fingers through it
and say,  "You can scrub my back.  Hell, you can scrub
anything you want to."

He stares down at me.  "Are you really doing okay?  I mean
really okay?  It's not a big deal to go back to the hospital
and check with one of the docs if there's anything that
feels weird to you."

I pull his head down to my shoulder.  "No, I just feel like
I rolled down a long flight of stairs.  Do you snowboard?

Larry laughed.  "You kidding, I'm from Denver."

"Well, like a bad fall, except maybe without the benefit of
the snow."

Larry pushed himself up and then swung off of me.  "Lemme
help you up."  He held out his hand and I took it and edged
my self over to the side of the bed and then with Larry's
help stood up.

Larry had one hand on my arm and on hand on my waist.  He
looked into my eyes with a look of concern like he was
trying to be really careful.  "Let's loose the underwear out
here, it'll be easier than in the bathroom."

"Okay, Larry, I think that I can do it, just kinda stand by
in case."  I pushed down my boxers and got them to my knees
and tried pulling off my tee shirt but that was gonna be
harder.

Larry was incredibly gentle and pulled my shorts off,
carefully lifting each foot and then slowly pulled off my
tee shirt.  Actually I felt a little sorer than I expected
to feel but at least it didn't feel like anything was wrong
on the inside.

Larry got me into the shower and slowly and gently washed
the parts of me that I was having a problem reaching.  He
did pay an inordinate amount of attention to my ass but
neither one of us wanted that situation to get out of
control.

Finally when we finished and got back into the bedroom we
realized that the only clothes that we had were the torn and
grundgy ones that we had on during the accident.  I called
David's cell and surprisingly he answered within a fraction
of a second of the ring.

"Alex?"

"David, we've only got the clothes that we were wearing and
we just took a shower!"

He laughed.  "So what, you're both standing there with
towels wrapped around you and there's nothing to wear?"

It was my turn to laugh.  "Dad, we're not wearing towels and
we're running out of ways to pass the time."

"Oh.  Well put on towels because we're just pulling into the
hotel and we brought clothes from your dorm room."

"Did you get us clean underwear too?  I don't wanna put
these back on, they're torn and bloody and disgusting."

"Alex, do you really think that I wouldn't bring you clean
underwear?"

I sighed.  "No, Dad, I guess not."

"Well guys, be ready to go.  I picked up another car for you
and we're driving it.  We'll take you down and show you your
condo tonight and we can have dinner down in Menlo Park,
there's a nice restaurant down there that I ate in last
year.  Alex, are you gonna be able to do that or do you want
to stay in the hotel?"

"Yeah, Dad, I can do it!  I'm not sitting in this hotel
while you guys go see the condo."

"Okay, relax, Kiddo, I just wanted to be sure that you were
feeling well enough.  I'll run up to your room with the
clothing and Mark can sit downstairs with the car.  I don't
want them to have to park and all that shit, it'd take
forever, so be ready to get dressed and then we'll take
off."  Larry walked up behind me while I was talking on the
phone and wrapped one hand gently around my waist and cupped
my cock and balls with the other.

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

Larry, David and Mark all helped me out of my new
replacement car, a dark blue BMW of the same model as
before, and then they helped me hobble into the restaurant.
David and Mark looked exhausted and Larry looked incredibly
handsome and sexy.  The restaurant was a California idea of
a French bistro, kinda like an American movie about France
but with subtitles.  No one in France would be confused but
the food was pretty good and just as importantly that
atmosphere was friendly.

In a public place and with a little rest under his belt
Larry became as charming with my dads as he always is with
me and it made me feel good to see it.  He had Mark laughing
at his jokes and surprised David with how much he knew about
his father's business and about business in general.  And
every few moments his eyes would look down and then up where
they'd meet mine and there would be this fantastic
electrical connection a meeting of the minds or maybe more
accurately of hearts.  I was falling more in love with him
than I would have ever dreamed possible more than I ever
dreamed that people could be in love and in those warm hazel
eyes there was a promise that he was already there that he
was just waiting for me to catch up with how much he already
loved me.  I wanted to be in his arms more than just about
anything.

David finished his salad and said, "There's an interior
decorator over at the condo now...hopefully."  He flipped
his hand back and forth.  "I picked out the paint and the
furniture.  If you guys need to change anything you can but
it needed to get done........so I...I think you'll think
it's okay."

Mark said, "Hope you guys like Victorian."

I sputtered.  "Victorian!"

Mark laughed and waved at me to calm down.  "Kidding, Alex!"
He looked at Larry and said, "He's so easy."

David smiled and said.  "You guys'll like it, for one thing
it's better than the dorm."

David looked at Larry seriously and said, "I've met your mom
and dad, Larry.  Well your dad more than your mom.  It was
at a business dinner last year.  I spent some time with your
dad.....he seemed like a nice guy."

Larry was still smiling but his face was wooden.  "Oh.  Was
he okay?  I mean he's usually really nice but lately...he's
been different."

David cut into his steak, looked up and said, "He was fine,
he's got a great personality, great sense of humor."  David
paused and took a bite of steak.  "I think that he knew that
I was gay, I talked a bit about my partner, about Mark.  I'm
pretty sure that he understood what that meant."  Mark sat
there like the warm hearted heavily muscled guy that he is,
if somebody bombed that place we could all hide behind Mark
and everything would be okay.

Mark said, "David didn't say anything about you Larry,
because he didn't even know that you existed at that point."

"And I won't say anything now."  David said.  "I'm probably
gonna be seeing your dad from time to time, on business.
The thing is this; I can say nothing at all about you guys
or I can do what I would normally do and that is just to
respond to whatever questions come up."

David shifted in his chair.  "The thing is that if he asks
me about my son then I'm gonna tell him the truth, not more
than he's asked, but the truth.  Is that a problem?"

Larry got totally serious for the first time that evening.
"You should tell the truth.  If the subject of Alex and me
comes up then just tell him the truth because that isn't
gonna change and he might as well get used to it."  From the
look on Mark's face, he was screaming, "Yes!" on the inside.

David moved his knife and positioned it exactly
perpendicular to his plate and said carefully,  "The
opportunity may arise for me to kinda pave the way for you
guys given the context of the business relationship that
your father and I have."  Sometimes David talks like
Greenspan only more carefully and you have to kinda read
between the lines of what he's saying.  As I was reading
this David was saying that from a business point of view he
was in a position to have Larry's dad by the balls if he
wanted to and that he might listen to reason because of that
and the question was did we want him to use that.

Since it was I instead of Larry who was able to translate
this code I was the one who answered.  I glanced first at
Larry.  "Dad, if there's anything that you can do to improve
the situation without causing any more problems between
Larry and his dad that'd probably be good."  I looked at
Larry again and said, "Right?"

Larry fidgeted with his napkin and said, "Right."  He
dropped his head and then looked at David.  "I really love
my dad.  I know that right now things aren't good between us
but that doesn't mean that I've changed the way that I
feel."

David relaxed and smiled warmly.  "I won't do anything that
would hurt that relationship."