Date: Fri, 26 May 2000 17:27:31 -0400
From: Sequoyah <pendor@mailcity.com>
Subject: A Special Place--Part 15
A Special Place--Part 15
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A Special Place--Part 15--Matt
"I'll leave you four to get decent," Yong Jin laughed. "Matt, Luke,
David is downstairs and needs to talk to you two. Mary Kathryn, Michael,
breakfast will be ready in half an hour or so. I suspect you guys are going
to have to miss your morning run today."
"We'll be right down, Mom.
We, of course, did have more on than usual. Mary Kathryn had on a
shorty nightgown and we three guys had worn boxers to bed. I suppose some
people would have had a fit because we had all slept together, but we were
four friends--very, very close friends--who had been deeply hurt last night
and needed the support and love of each other. We had slept in each others
arms and there was absolutely nothing sexual involved, in spite of what
anyone might think.
Of course, there were three woodies in the bed, but that had to do
more with a need to piss than anything sexual. Luke, Michael and I rushed
to the bathroom for a piss, then Luke and I threw on some clothing and went
downstairs.
When we walked into the kitchen where David sat having a cup of coffee,
he got up and hugged both of us. "How're you doing fellows?"
"Better than I expected," Luke said. I nodded in agreement. "I guess
what I expected wasn't as bad as it turned out to be. No, that's not
right. What I expected wasn't what happened. I didn't expect Dad to become
as violent as he did and I expected that if he did and attempted to hurt
anyone, it would be me. When he hit Matt I really wanted to beat the shit
out of him. But I guess I was more concerned with getting to Matt. This
morning? I haven't had time to think beyond waking in bed with three of the
most important people in my life and realizing that I am not alone. And I
am loved, I am loved!"
"Matt?"
"I'm fine, I think. I don't hurt as bad as I expected. I too, spent
the night in bed with three people I love very much and who love me. I have
loving parents and you and Gabrielle who love me. I'm fine."
"What are you two planning on doing today? Margaret wrote out a
medical excuse for you should you not want to go to school."
"I never thought about not going," Luke said. "Mr. Mitchell has bent
over backwards to provide tutoring for me and Matt and while we have caught
up on our work, there's still the AP exam coming up and I don't think it
would be showing much respect for him if we were not there after
school. Besides, I think I need to be in school today because... because, I
don't know why, I just do."
"Same here. Plus I need to get together with Paula about the
recital/concert. I have music to take to her and I need to see Eugene to
find out if the horn players are going to choose to play with the
ensemble. If they do not, I don't think the ensemble will play."
"Well, I guess that settles that. How are you going to explain the
shiner you have? Man, it is a beautiful black and purple and green
abstract."
"Don't know. I haven't thought about that."
"I have thought about it. I'll simply say that someone took exception
to something I said last night and took it out on Matt," Luke said.
Matt laughed, "Just wait until Michael hears that! He thought I did a
major move with explaining why we needed dates for the prom...."
"I don't want to hear it," David chuckled.
"Matt has an amazing ability to tell the absolute truth and have
people hear an absolute lie," Luke said. But I do need to go home--to Jens'
house--and...."
"Luke, it may be awhile before you live there again, but never, ever
forget that it is your home," Yong Jin interrupted.
"That's hard for me to do right now, Yong Jin."
"I can understand that, but you are a part of that family and always
will be if THE family is to hang together."
"Anyway, I need to go and get my things. I have clothes here and at
your place and I assume I still can live at your place, David?"
"No question about that," David answered.
"But there are things I need and want--my computer, my art
supplies...."
"Margaret and I talked for several hours last night and I guess I am
finally ready to let Elizabeth go. That doesn't mean I don't still love
her, it just means that I am ready to acknowledge that she is not here and
will never be here again. After Margaret left, I went out to the craft
house Elizabeth had and cleaned it out, putting away things that might be
of use to someone and putting everything else in the dumpster down the
road. It was very freeing. The craft house is a perfect studio with great
light and it is yours for as long as you want or need it. Now I've got to
get some sleep, but this afternoon I'll call Gabrielle and make
arrangements to pick up your things. I know it would be a bit rushed, but
if you and Matt could come home the free period you have and get things
together, I will pick them up later. You can have the guest room most of
the time. Margaret may sleep over occasionally and you can share Michael's
room then."
"Pity you two can't be trusted and share the same bed the way Michael
and Mary Kathryn do," Luke said with an evil grin on his face.
"They did what?! Man, if you think Jens was upset because you are gay,
you haven't seen anything like what he'll be when he finds out his little
girl and Michael are sleeping together!"
Yong Jin, Luke and I started laughing as if we were mad and Yong Jin
said, "I don't think anything untoward went on since she was sharing the
bed with all three of the young males in the family."
"That's a relief, but can you imagine the tale that would be told if
that got out?" David chuckled. "Well, if you guys are going to school, you
won't need the excuses. Oh, I almost forgot, and I don't see how since that
magnificent shiner is right before me, Margaret sent some medicine which
will help the eye, Matt. Before I go, let me check the cut on your cheek. I
don't think it is actually as bad as the barbed wire one, but let me
check." David examined my cheek and said it was fine. "Well, I'm going to
bed. Luke, call your mom at work and let her know you're ok and make sure
you can get your things together without running into Jens just yet."
"Will do, and thanks, David."
"No thanks needed. I kinda feel I'm doing it for my brother. See you
later."
"Guys, you have time to shower and Luke, I guess you'll have to go
without shaving unless you or Michael have a razor here. That's one
advantage Matt and I have; we never have to shave," Dad said.
"I've had a razor in Matt's bathroom for ages. Matt may not have to
shave, but he sure as hell can grow hair," Luke said as he grabbed mine and
pulled me to himself for a kiss and then remembered. "Man, I don't know if
I can live without a kiss."
"Babe, you let me do the kissing and maybe it'll hold you," I said as
I gave him the lightest touch of my lips. "Ouch, even that hurts. Babe,
you're just going to have to get by without a kiss for awhile."
"There's nothing which says I can't kiss you so long as I avoid the
lips," he smiled and started kissing me on the neck, under the chin, behind
my ear.
"Food or fooling around. You're going to have to make a choice soon,
like right now," Greywolf said.
"Well, I guess without food we'd be too weak to fool around, so we
better shower and one of us shave. Be down soon," I said.
When we got upstairs, Mary Kathryn was going into the guest room, her
hair obviously wet since she had it wrapped in a towel. Michael wasn't in
the room, but came out of the bathroom a few minutes later. He had a
sheepish grin on his face and said, "I hope you don't mind, Matt, but I
read your and Luke's 'Slow and Easy Menu.' Man, that showering together is
really hot stuff! The only problem is I had to take care of a hard problem
after I had dried Mary Kathryn!"
"You didn't! With my sister?" Luke tried to sound angry.
"I sure as hell did and I'll do it again if I get a chance," Michael
said, then did the big 'YES!' You guys just don't know how sexy kissing a
nipple on a perky breast can be."
"Not sure about the perky breast, but kissing a nipple I know about!"
Luke laughed.
"And I guess you must have missed out on just how hot and sexy it can
be having your nipple kissed," I said.
"Hell, you guys are always ahead of me!" Michael moaned.
"Well, Luke, I don't think you should let your sister get one up
on you! And I know I don't want Michael to gain too much ground since I
have kinda been sidelined for injuries." I grabbed his hand and headed to
the bathroom.
As we showered, Luke very carefully washed my face then gave me a very
gentle kiss on my cut cheek and black eye. "There. Now it's all better,"
Luke said, using the phrase all three mothers said when they kissed a cut
or scrape one of the Gang of Four had gotten playing.
"It sure is," I said as I nuzzled his neck. Luke washed my hair and I
his, then we washed each other's back. As I washed Luke's chest, legs and
manhood, he became hard as a rock as did I. We both stayed hard as Luke
washed me. "Luke, I think we need to take care of a couple of members who
are begging for attention, Chili Pepper and Little Luke."
"Matt, I don't want to sound as if I want hard and fast rules, but
what do you think 'having sex' means? I know we promised to wait, but it
never occurred until now exactly how far we go before we step over the
line."
"Come to think of it, I don't really know. I do know I have to give
attention to Chili Pepper 'most every morning and I don't think that your
being here makes it 'having sex.'"
"I agree and we can find out what else is ok later, but right now,
Babe, I'm going to give Little Luke some pleasure!" and with that, Luke
grabbed his manhood and started stroking it. I did the same with Chili
Pepper and while I wished I could kiss Luke as we worked to release our
sexual tension, we had to be satisfied with nuzzling each other. Luke
exploded, covering my stomach and pumping hand with a cascade of cum. That
triggered my own release and our fronts were both covered with man's
seed. "I think we better get washed up quickly," Luke said when he could
get his breath again, "I think we're running out of hot water."
Once again, I soaped Luke's front and washed away evidence of our
release and he did the same for me. "Yonghon Tongmu, that was awesome!" I
whispered in his ear and very gently kissed his ear lobe.
"Awesome? Awesome? First thing I know you'll try to call me dude and
saying kewl!" Luke laughed, kissed me on the ear then stuck his tongue in
it, tickling like mad. He quickly dried me off and when I had dried him, we
dressed and went downstairs.
When we got downstairs, Greywolf said, "There's four happy faces
around the table this morning and I'm sure I don't want to know why."
"No worry Greywolf, Mary Kathryn and I did nothing that is not on the
'Slow and Easy Menu.' Now I'm not sure about those two," Michael said as he
pointed to me and Luke."
"Same here, Sir, Mr. Greywolf, Sir," Luke stood and saluted Dad.
Then Dad said, "Luke, Gabrielle called to make sure you and Matt were
all right. I told her you wanted to get your things together so David could
pick them up this afternoon. She said she would come home early and
help. Since you would be very rushed if you only had last period, I called
Ron Mitchell and explained that you and Luke needed to skip today's
tutoring session, but were unwilling to do so because you felt it would be
showing disrespect for the sacrifice he was making for you two. He said he
was pretty comfortable with where you were and was going to suggest that
you drop back to only one session a week anyway so you can leave at the
beginning of the last period. Luke, you need to call Gabrielle and tell her
that. Again, I suggest you wait until you get to school and call her at
work. She will know whether or not Jens will be away."
"Thanks Greywolf. Matt and I will make a point to speak to
Mr. Mitchell and thank him."
When we got to school, the Select Few, now including Larry and Eugene,
immediately crowded around us and wanted to know what had happened to
Matt. Luke said, "Well, you know what I said at the service last
night. Later I said more and someone took exception and decided Matt was
responsible for it somehow or other and started beating the shit out of
him. With the help of some friends, the assailant was forced to leave but,
as you can see, not before Matt had taken a couple hits to the face."
"Well, it's over and done with. I simply cannot tolerate violence
and so long as I can protect myself or be protected, I'll not fight back,"
Matt said. "Eugene, what was the decision of the horn players?"
"They said they'd be absolute fools to pass up an opportunity to
perform serious music to march and swing a horn with the marching band. You
have the full ensemble to work with."
"And after last night, I have no qualms about the Mixed Chorus
performing anything you want to toss our way," Paula interjected. "With all
the excitement yesterday, Mr. Smith didn't get permission letters for us,
but I suspect we'll get them today and I'm sure after last night everyone
will be anxious to take part."
"Great. I have most of the music together and we can talk more at
lunch."
The opening bell rang as we broke up and went to our respective
classes. No sooner were we in class, the roll checked and everyone settled
down than the intercom came on and Ms. Jones announced that all students
should report to the auditorium.
As we walked to the auditorium, students were all speculating what this
was about. Luke and I were walking together and he said, "Matt, you know
you're the school hero, don't you?"
Michael walked up just as Luke was speaking and said laughing "Yea,
Matt, you are a real hero. I understand you took on eight or ten rednecks."
"Why? Those of you who spoke last night are the heroes and you know I
did no such thing."
"But none of us got a black eye and cut face defending anything."
"Neither did I."
"Michael laughed and said, "Try telling that to your peers. Luke has
learned from you, Sir Matthew. Not a single word he said was a lie, but
what everybody heard was an absolute lie." Shaking his head he said, "I
don't know about you two. See you later. I've got to sit with the
sophomores and, I guess, by that sister of yours Luke. Much rather be lying
in bed with her in my arms. Ah, the sacrifices we have to make."
"Just remember what Greywolf said about playing around with Mary
Kathryn and don't forget this face," I reminded him.
When the students had gathered in the auditorium, Mr. Gray was nowhere
to be seen. Ms. Jones stepped to the microphone and, again, the students
fell silent. Amazing. "Students of Independence High School, before I get
to the purpose of today's assembly, and I hope the last called one for
awhile, I want to tell you how proud I am to be associated with students
like you. In all my years as a teacher and as an administrator, I have
often been proud of my students, but I have never been as proud of any as I
was of you last night. Let no one say that today's youth are not some of
the best that the world has ever known. I am also very, very proud of the
faculty members who helped make last night possible, especially Mr. Patanka
St. Michael Greywolf and Mr. Macon Allan. You are indeed fortunate, as I am
sure you know, to have men of such outstanding character as your
teachers. Now I am very happy to present to you Mrs. Millicent Willingham,
president of your school board. Mrs. Willingham."
Millie Willingham stepped to the microphone and said, "Thank you,
Ms. Jones. If you think you are proud of this student body, I assure you
and them that I am equally proud to be a part of this school. I wanted to
come today, first of all, to let you know that not only I, but the entire
school board was moved by what you did last night. To be frank, it took
guts and the students of this school proved beyond the shadow of a doubt
that they have guts. In that regard, I especially commend Michael Andrews,
who I understand, was responsible for announcing, without consulting
anyone, last night's service, and Patanka St. Michael Greywolf who first
protested a blatant example of bigotry. You will be happy to know, as I
was, that Michael and Greywolf have received invitations to appear on the
Today Show tomorrow morning."
I looked across the auditorium where Michael was sitting and saw he
started to utter his usual "Holy Shit," but was not able to do so because
Mary Kathryn covered his mouth with hers. Well, so much for that secret!
"You can kiss him for me too, Mary Kathryn," Millie announced for all to
hear. Not to be outdone, Mary Kathryn did just that and the whole student
body started chanting, "Go Mary Kathryn, go!" Then they all started
applauding and Millie and Ms. Jones joined in.
"Michael, I'm sure that meant more to you than the thanks of an old
lady, but you have both. You and Greywolf are to be at the Lexington TV
station tomorrow morning at 6:30. Sorry it's so early, but that's the
request. All the information you need is in the front office."
"Your school board met last night after the service and was in
executive session until midnight. Several decisions were made, all of which
have a direct bearing on you and your school. First of all, your former
principal, Mr. Michael Gray, has been placed on unpaid leave for four
weeks. During that time he will attend and complete a course designed to
increase his sensitivity to and acceptance of those who are different, not
just gays, but also those of different races, religions, cultures,
etc. Should he complete the course successfully, he will return as an
assistant principal at Constitution Middle School. Should he not wish to
take the course or not complete it successfully, he will no longer be with
this school system."
"Also, as of midnight last night, Ms. Constance Jones is principal of
Independence High School." Students had always referred to Ms. Jones as
Jonesie behind her back, but now they chanted "Jonesie, Jonesie " with
great delight until she stood up and did a turn on the stage, her hands
held high. "The school board asked Greywolf to become assistant principal,
replacing Ms. Jones--sorry, I guess I should call Greywolf "Mr. Greywolf",
but I have called him Greywolf so long Mr. Greywolf doesn't sound right, so
pardon an old lady. However, Greywolf politely refused the job saying he
was a teacher and the classroom was where he wanted to stay. He also said
it would be unfair to his students, especially those who were preparing for
the AP exams coming soon." The students burst into Lakota war whoops and
cries. Millie let them continue for awhile, then held her hand up for
silence. "Fortunately, Independence has a second teacher who has completed
his administration degree and who, yesterday, proved himself worthy of
being a leader of the students in this school. Effective midnight last
night, Mr. Macon Allan became assistant principal of Independence High
School."
Again the students erupted in a chant, this time "Allan, Allan."
"I have devoted my life to fighting intolerance, bigotry,
discrimination and prejudice. I was horrified when I learned that students
from this school had abused, beaten and sodomized Gregory Burnette. Last
year the school board, at my insistence, passed a policy on bigotry,
harassment, pejorative name-calling and intolerance. Gregory's fate here in
this school demonstrates that policy has not been enforced. As president of
the school board, I assure you it will be enforced to the limit in the
future. A vast majority of you proved that you agree with that policy and
will, yourselves, no longer tolerate bigotry. The school board and I intend
to support you in your decision. Again, thank you for making an old lady
happy beyond her wildest dreams with what you did yesterday and last
night."
Independence students had never been known for their school spirit,
but that had definitely changed as the chant started, "Millie, Millie!"
Ms. Jones took the microphone from Millie and said, "Mr. Greywolf and
Mr. Larsen, you will surely make us proud again when you appear on
nationwide TV." Lakota war whoops and cries echoed throughout the
auditorium. "Students, I can only underscore what Mrs. Willingham has
said. Intolerance will not be a part of this school. Pejorative
name-calling, even in jest, will be punished swiftly and firmly. If you are
not aware of it, the first offense will result in a ten-day suspension from
school and attendance at mandatory classes on prejudice. A second offense
will lead to a tribunal hearing with possible permanent expulsion from this
school system."
"But I do not want to end on a negative note. I have sensed a
different atmosphere in school today. I think many of you found a cleansing
of your spirits in yesterday's events and know a new wholeness. I know I
do. We are one family. And again, I have never known the pride I felt
yesterday and last night because I was a part of you. Thank you!"
Someone, somewhere started the alma mater and soon the whole student
body was singing it, probably for the first time in the school's
history. As the song started, Millie and Ms. Jones walked off the
stage. Without being told, students started filing out of the auditorium,
still singing. Again, as yesterday and last night, many were walking arm in
arm. I couldn't miss this golden opportunity; so Luke and I walked out of
the auditorium arm in arm. We were soon joined by Michael and Mary
Kathryn. "Well, I guess your secret romance is the worst kept secret in
metro Concord," Luke joked.
"Yea!" Michael responded, then became very serious, "and I really wish
yours could be as open as mine. Damn, I am still sick over what Jens did
last night."
Just as Michael finished, we turned the corner and Millie and
Ms. Jones saw us. "What in hell happened to you Matthew," Millie exclaimed.
"I don't think we'd better talk about it here," I replied.
Ms. Jones said, "The four of you come with me," as she led the way to
her office. When we got inside she closed the door and said, "Ok, now you
can talk." We all four looked at each other with questioning looks.
Finally Millie said, "Oh, ok. Constance Jones I would trust with my
life, but if you'd rather not talk in front of her, I'm sure she will
excuse herself."
"Of course I will. I'm sorry. I guess I just thought this might
involve last night. I've heard gossip in the halls and the teachers'
lounge, but if it's something else...."
I looked at Luke and he nodded that it was ok with him so I said,
"Well, Millie, Ms. Jones...."
"You call Ms. Willingham 'Millie'? Isn't that being disrespectful?"
"I'm sorry, I have called her Millie since I could barely talk and it
never occurred to me it was being disrespectful. Of course I'd never call
her that except among family and at St. Mary's." I responded.
"We're among family here, Matt, so Millie's ok," Millie said. "Now
explain this messed up face I see before me."
"Well, Mrs. Willingham...."
"Luke, you're family too. It's Millie."
"Well, Millie, I guess I'm to blame. Last night after the service we
were watching the TV special and Dad kept making worse and worse remarks
about "perverts" until, finally, he said he'd have nothing to do with
perverts. I said I guessed he'd have nothing to do with me since I was gay
and in love with Matt. He started shouting, grabbed Matt by the hair and
punched him in the face twice, saying Matt had turned his son into a
pervert and hell-bound faggot. Michael and David restrained him and Mom
sent him to their room."
"Your mom sent him to their room? Gabrielle told Jens to go to his
room...."
"...and stay there. Yes, she did. Dad is Lord and Master until Mom
becomes the avenging Teutonic warrior and then we all seek shelter," Luke
laughed.
"What did you do last night, Luke? Surely you didn't stay in the
house."
"No, David had said when he first learned about me and Matt that I
would always have a home at his place, but Matt thought that the Gang of
Four--that's what we have called ourselves for ages--needed to be together
so all four of us spent the night at the Greywolfs'."
"Well, I certainly hope you were some comfort to each other."
Mary Kathryn blushed a little bit and said, "Well, we all crawled in
Matt's bed and hugged each other all night."
"I gather from your display this morning there is more than a
friendship between you and Michael."
Mary Kathryn blushed even more and said, "Yes ma'am, but we had kept
it secret so we wouldn't lose the freedom we had as friends since we don't
intend to give up our friendship."
"Well, I certainly hope not! Matt, how did you handle questions at
school today? There were bound to be some given that great shiner you
have."
Michael laughed and said, "Millie, Luke has learned a lesson from
Matt. Matt can tell the absolute truth and have people hear an absolute
lie! Luke told those who asked that after last night's service he had more
to say and someone took his rage out on Matt. Absolutely true, but suddenly
Matt is a hero who took on a dozen rednecks."
Millie laughed and said, "Comes as no surprise to me. That Greywolf
kid has always had the ability to come out on top, right Matthew?"
I smiled and said, "Well, I may have come out on top so far as the
students here are concerned, but Luke and I have been placed on a no-kiss
diet and that sucks."
"So what are your plans, Luke?"
"David is providing a place for me to stay and he has cleaned out the
craft house Elizabeth--Michael's mother--had for me to use as a studio. I'm
going to stay there until Dad comes around or...."
"I thought you'd stay with Matt."
"I would, but I can't keep my mind on what I have to do with that wild
Korean Lakota around," Luke said as he kissed me on the neck.
"Well, I can certainly understand that. If I were younger and Matt was
straight, I'd give any woman a run for her money. In the meantime, I think
I might better call Mr. Jens Larsen in for a little chat. I don't like to
mix business with people's personal lives, but I just wonder how I can take
an employee of mine calling my son a pervert, hell-bound faggot. I don't
think I like that at all and I know I won't tolerate him beating up on my
favorite organist and putting the organist and his lover on a no-kiss
diet. I think that might interfere with my Sunday mornings."
"Millie, I appreciate that, but I think I'd prefer, if you don't mind,
to give Dad time to think about what he has said and done. Basically he is
a good person. He just has some ideas put in his head by his upbringing
that he needs to examine. I don't think he will ever approve of mine and
Matt's relationship--my Mom doesn't--but I do want him to accept me and my
relationship to Matt as my mom does."
"Luke, I didn't think I'd ever see someone I thought would be good
enough for Matt; he's special, you know...."
"Of course I know!"
"...but I think--I know--I have met someone as good and great as
Matt. You are all great--all four of you--and you have my greatest respect
and support. Anything I can do, anything, please ask. I would be honored to
be considered part of this remarkable family even with its present bigot!"
All four of us gave Millie a hug and were surprised when Ms. Jones
said, "I guess this conversation explains some of the passion you four put
into yesterday's and last night's events."
I had forgotten she was still in the room since we had all been focused
on Millie. "I suppose it explains some of it, but I hope and trust there
was more than hormones involved," I said.
"Matt, I hope there is more than hormones involved in all you four
do. It's the friendship that will stand the test of time and the basic
goodness I see in all of you which is a big part of who you are. I guess
that's one of the reasons I'm willing to give Jens a bit of slack because
he has to have some goodness to have produced Luke and Mary Kathryn. Well,
we'll see what develops, and remember, anything you need and I can provide,
ask. But I'm not letting Jens off the hook yet. Anyway I've got to run and
you four need to get to class." Having said that, Millie hugged each of us
and left.
"I have passes for all of you to get into class. Again, let me say I
am very proud of you and hope that the new atmosphere at Independence will
last. Matt and Luke, I know you will have hard times ahead. I hope if there
is any way I can support any of you, you will call on me."
We all said thanks and went to class. The rest of the school day went
as usual, more or less, except for a definite different atmosphere
throughout the school. Students were greeting each other with a smile as
they had not done before. I couldn't believe the people who went out of
their way to speak to me and say they were sorry I had been beaten by some
rednecks. I was laughing inside all day as the story of my "fight" took on
the proportions of an urban legend. Finally the school day ended for me and
Luke. He had talked to Gabrielle and she assured him Jens would not be home
and that she would meet us at their house.
When we reached the Larsens', Gabrielle greeted us with a hug and Luke
started crying on her shoulder. Through his tears he said, "Mom, why does
Dad hate me? I'm no different from what I was yesterday or last week. I
haven't changed. I love you and I love Dad, but he hates me."
"No, Luke he doesn't hate you."
"Well, it certainly seems that way. And if he doesn't hate me, he
hates the man I love more than anything. More than anything, Mom, and he
hit Matt. Look at him. His face and lip are cut, and his eye is black and
my dad did that."
"Luke, your dad and I talked well into the night. He doesn't hate
you. He doesn't hate Matt. He's very confused. His world--and you know
this--is like his books. It's all in neat categories of good and evil,
right and wrong. And then along comes a son who was all on one side of his
ledger and tells him what he thought was one way is not that way. Not only
had he placed you in the wrong box, but you tell him you belong in a box
that he has marked as evil, as sin, because in his mind you chose to be
gay. Oh, he could not admit that last night. Someone had to be to blame
else he might have had something to do with your being gay. I simply told
him that while I might not approve of your loving Matt, I was not going to
reject a son and a young man I have always considered a son because of what
I had been taught. I say what I have been taught because there has never
been a reason to question it; now there is. I am struggling with what I
believe and what I have been taught to believe without question. I know
your father and you do as well. You know he can be--he is--rigid. He does
not question what an authority says or does and his ultimate authority--I
realized last night--is not God, but the Church and what he thinks/believes
the Church teaches about being gay. You know it takes him a long time to
admit to himself he is wrong. It is even harder for him to admit to someone
else. But he will. He loves this family and the family too much to isolate
himself from it. He'll come around. It will be awhile, but he will come
around."
"But he hit Matt."
"And for that, at least, he is profoundly sorry but, again, you know
how difficult it is for him to admit it. He loves Matt as well but Matt,
too, is not in the box your dad thought he was in."
"Mom, how would you feel if someone hit Dad because he loved you?"
"Luke, Matt, I thought about that very thing. I guess I know that's
when your loving Matt really hit home. I had not thought that way and when
I did, well, I guess I came to see your relationship to Matt in a whole new
way. It's hard for me to understand, but I'm getting there and so will your
father. Because of who he is, it will just take him longer."
"Gabrielle, I never wanted to come between Luke and Jens. I would give
almost anything to mend that break, but the one thing I cannot do is stop
loving Luke. No one could love him more and I know that my love is
returned. I almost lost him because of my foolishness and I will never do
anything that would take his love from me and I know that nothing he can
ever do would stop my loving him. Beyond that, I will do anything to heal
the wound Jens has given his son."
"I know that, Matt, and, believe it or not, so does Jens. Just give
him some time. If he doesn't come around, he's going to have to deal with
me and I think this German can make that Dane come to his senses! Now let's
go get Luke's things ready."
"Mom, David cleaned out Elizabeth's craft house last night after
spending hours talking to Margaret. He is giving it to me for a studio. I
got my art class changed to an independent study so I can come home... go
there and work. I have a great idea for an addition to my exhibition and I
am going to have to work hard to get it ready, but it will be worth it."
We went to Luke's room and, as Luke and Gabrielle got things ready, I
took them to the Jeep. Since we had the rest of the afternoon, David would
have nothing to move when he came. Luke took his computer, his art supplies
and a few clothes, although he didn't really need to. When everything was
loaded, Gabrielle looked at his room and said, with tears in her eyes, "It
is so empty and this house is so empty."
Luke hugged Gabrielle to himself and said, "We'll just have to give
him time, Mom."
As we turned to go, the phone rang and Gabrielle picked it up. She
said few words and when she hung up, she said, "That was Yong Jin. We are
to have supper at your place tonight, guys. I'm to tell David when he
comes. I'll see you then. And both of you remember, I love you very much
and that has not and will not change." We both hugged Gabrielle and left.
As we approached the river bridge, Luke said, "Matt, to the falls."
I parked on the side of the road, we got out, and holding hands ran
toward the river. When we reached the entrance, the canes were
crossed. "Now why do you think the path is closed," I asked Luke. He looked
as puzzled as I felt.
"I'm sure I don't know. Greywolf and Yong Jin are at school and
Michael and Mary Kathryn better be. I know it's not Dad. Maybe David needed
some time to think after last night. I don't know why, but they're crossed
and no one's in danger. So I guess we'll go on to David's place," Luke said
as we turned and walked back to the Jeep.
[A Special Place--Part 15--Margaret]
After the episode at the Larsens', David and I went to his place and
talked for hours. We sat in his living room and, before long, he had first
placed his head against my shoulder, then lay with his head in my lap. I
guess I had contracted the hair fetish because as he talked, I found myself
stroking his hair. He started talking about his life with Elizabeth and how
lonely he had been since her death.
"I was so exhausted by her illness that I neglected Michael and was
like a robot doing my job. When she died, I felt guilty because I was so
glad she was out of pain and, I guess, because I felt free from the
day-to-day misery of caring for her and seeing her suffer, all the time
knowing nothing would change the outcome. As time passed, I gradually got
over the initial shock--I guess we're never really ready for the death of
someone we love. I began the recovery process but, as I realized on some
level she was not coming back, I had a big, empty hole growing
inside. Michael has a big place in my heart, but there is still a huge
empty space there."
"A year or so ago, I saw you come into the ER and felt my heart do a
flip-flop. I felt like I was Michael's age for a minute. I guess, in spite
of what I told myself rationally, it was kinda love at first sight--well,
hardly first sight since I had known you for, I guess, a year or two
then--but it was kinda first sight, the first time I had seen you that
way. But I was only a nurse, several years older than you and have a
half-grown son, so I put the whole idea of even asking you for a date out
of my mind. Margaret, when Michael told me he had picked you to be the
'older feminine figure in his life,' I thought to myself how great that
would be if things were different. But...."
"David, Luke and Matt called my hand about being afraid to love. I
denied it, of course, but the more I thought about it, the more I realized
a med school romance turned sour had, indeed, made me afraid. I still
am. But I know the feeling you had when you saw me that day. I had much the
same feeling one afternoon, about the same time I guess, when I saw you
bringing a child into the ER. You were so strong, masculine, yet so gentle
and tender as you held the frightened and hurt child. But I denied my heart
because of that earlier romance."
We continued to talk until I had to leave because I had to be at the
office in the morning--actually in about three hours. David had a late
shift and said he thought he'd spend some time "cleaning his mental attic."
I didn't ask what he meant.
When I went to lunch, Gladys was there. I found it strange that a
woman worth a million was still working. When I said something about it,
she said, "Where else would I be? I think I was made to be a nurse." I
couldn't have agreed more. "But I may not be here much longer. I'm trying
to get Chelsea involved in a project with me. This county needs a hospice
and I'd like to spend some of my money starting one."
"Gladys, you're a wonder," I said.
"By the way, did you know about the service at St. Mary's last night?
I watched on TV long after I should have been in bed. Chelsea told me she
was able to watch almost all of it while she was on duty. Our boys really
looked good."
"The whole thing was Michael's idea," I said, then told her of the
events which followed.
"Luke's dad hit Matt? Why I ought to go to his office and give him a
kick in the butt right now! Where's Luke? Where's Matt? Is Matt all right?"
"Well, Matt no doubt has a beautiful shiner today; he's got a cut lip
and the way he and Luke get into kissing, that's a major injury. He also
had another small cut on the cheek. It's opposite the one the wire cut. All
four of the kids spent the night at the Greywolfs' and Luke will be living
with David until Jens comes to his senses."
"I hope that happens soon. I know Luke loves his dad, but I have seen
Jens and I can see how difficult he could be."
"I've got to get back to the office. Let me know how the hospice idea
is going."
"Will do. See you later, Dr. Bailey," Gladys said as we left the
hospital cafeteria.
"Dr. Bailey, there is a message from David Andrews on your desk. He
said it was important," Marcie, the receptionist, said as I walked in the
office.
"Thanks, Marcie."
The message simply said, "Call me. Important. David." I had Marcie
dial the number and when she buzzed me I said, "David, what's up? What's
the problem?"
"I'm not sure there is a problem. How many patients have appointments
this afternoon?"
I looked over my appointment book. It was not nearly as full as
usual. "I have seven appointments. Why?"
"How many can you cancel or reschedule?"
"Well, I can cancel all of them except the next two. The rest are
physicals and those can be rescheduled. Why? What's going on?"
"Reschedule or cancel those. I'll pick you up after the last
one. That'll be about 1:30 or 2:00, right?"
"Right. But what's going on?"
"It's a surprise. See you at 2:00," David said and hung up.
I had Marcie reschedule all my appointments except the two who needed
to see a doctor today. When the last one left, I changed and waited in my
office for David. When he walked in, he looked as if he hadn't been to bed,
but had a little boy sheepish look on his face. "What's going on, David?"
"I told you, it's a surprise. Come on."
We drove to David's place and he took me out back and into a small
building. "This was Elizabeth's craft house where she did all sorts of
things. When she died, I closed it without disturbing anything. Last night,
after you left, I came out here and sat for a long time. While I was here,
I let Elizabeth go. Everything I though was usable, I put aside and the
rest I took to the dumpster. It was kinda like cleaning up my own
past. This morning I told Luke this place was his studio. It has wonderful
light. Margaret, it was a very tough time, but very freeing," David said
and took my hand. "Now it's time to go. You like to walk?"
"You know I do."
"Then let's walk."
When we reached the front of the house, David took my hand and we
started walking. It didn't take long for me to guess our destination. After
we crossed the river bridge, David held the barbed wire of the fence up so
I could crawl through. Hand in hand we walked toward the river. When we
reached the path, David crossed the canes and we walked to the falls. The
day was really warm and there wasn't a cloud in the sky. The trees were all
in full leaf and there were wild flowers blooming around the falls'
basin. David had placed a blanket on the sandy beach. When we sat down,
David lay back and looked up into the sky. I sat beside him, stroking his
hair realizing, suddenly, how very much I loved this man. It was not the
hot, passionate--no, I think desperate--love of my med school romance but a
softer, warm, longing love for this man who had known so much heartache.
David turned his face toward me, looked into my eyes and
smiled. "Margaret, I love you. I love you very much. I don't think I knew
that--I mean beyond that 'love at second sight' bit--until I put the last
load into the dumpster last night." He laughed, "How's that for a romantic
statement? 'I realized I loved you when I went to the dumpster.'"
"David, any statement with 'I love you' in it is romantic. I love you
too--even without a dumpster."
David pulled me to himself and covered my mouth. His kiss made me feel
like a love-smitten teenager. I returned his kiss and, as I did, felt his
tongue enter my mouth gently. As we continued our kiss, he pulled me on top
of himself and I lay between his legs. As he broke our kiss I laughed,
"David, I guess this marks the end of our slow and easy stage." He laughed
and answered with another deep, passionate kiss. I could feel his manhood
pressing against my body and realized that I was as hot as he. We continued
what the kids would have called real heavy making out. I felt his hand
enter my blouse and cup one of my breasts as he continued kissing my face
and neck. I slowly unbuttoned David's shirt and removed it, revealing his
manly chest. As I ran my hands over his bare skin, I realized how much I
had missed loving a man, not sex, but loving and feeling the hard body of a
man.
David had removed my blouse and bra and was kissing my hard
nipples. We lay side by side, our bodies pressed together as he began
kissing me more and more passionately. His mouth was against my neck as he
was nipping and kissing a spot below my ear. "Margaret, I love you so
much. I really didn't know how much until this moment," he said and started
kissing and biting my neck again. "I need you, all of you. I want you right
now."
"David, I need and want you as well." With those words, slow and easy
went by the boards big time. David tenderly undressed me and I lay bare
under the sky. I pulled him to myself and managed to find and loosen his
belt. He stripped his pants from his body and lay beside me, his manhood
creating a tent in his boxers. I slid them down and off his powerful
legs. Both freed from the restraint of clothing, David lay between my legs,
as he, once again, started passionately kissing my lips and neck. Reaching
between his legs, I found his rock-hard manhood and felt its
slickness. "David, I want--I need--to feel you inside me. I want us united;
I want us to be one!" With those words, I guided his man's tool into
myself. As he entered me, he bit me hard on the neck as I did on his.
As he thrust in and out of me, I started breathing in short gasps and
whimpering. "I love you, David, oh God, I love you. I love the feel of your
hardness in me; I love your body against mine. I love you, David!" An
orgasm took control of my being and I felt David's body go rigid as he
shouted "Margaret!" and shot his hot seed into me. Once again an orgasm
shook my body. I had pulled David to me and as the second orgasm shook me,
I bit into his neck hard. His seed continued to shoot into me again and
again until he finally collapsed on top of me.
When he again regained control, he eased himself to my side and pulled
me to him. Now his kisses were gentle, tender, sweet, born of love, not
lust. "Margaret, I do love you; I do; I do."
"David, I love you too, very, very much." We lay side by side, naked
beneath the blue sky, gazing into each other's eyes, awash in the afterglow
of making love which was born out of need, lust and, I knew, deep
love. David started tracing the lines of my face with a finger and smiling
at me. "David, when Matt and Luke asked me if I was afraid of love, I
pretended I didn't know what they were talking about and I guess I didn't,
but I had never given it any thought. They started me thinking and I am
sure had you not been around, I would still be afraid to love because I
realized I was, but when I saw you day after day caring, giving, without
asking anything in return, I gradually came to realize I had nothing to
fear. The guys also reminded me of something else..." David had raised
himself on an elbow and was looking down into my eyes now, still with a
beautiful smile on his face. "They reminded me that this is a year evenly
divisible by four...."
"Margaret, we have just finished what I thought was earth-shattering
love making and you want to talk math?"
"No, silly. It's leap year. David Andrews, will you marry me?"
"You're damn right I will. When? Tonight? Tomorrow morning? An hour
from now? Yes, Margaret Bailey, I will marry you!" To seal his answer, he
pressed his lips against mine in what started as a tender kiss, but which
grew more and more passionate. His tongue explored my mouth as our legs
entwined and our arms held each other tight. The feel of his hard body
against mine was causing me to become more and more aroused.
"David, if I remember my physiology, you're starting something you're
not going to be able to finish," I laughed. "I know you're a stud, but
twice...."
As if to answer, David rolled over and pulled me atop his hard
body. When he did, I realized that one part of his body was considerably
harder than the rest. Once again an emptiness I had felt for so long was
filled as David's manhood entered that special place women reserve, if they
are wise, for men they love. Our love making the second time was more
tender, more playful, more gentle, yet our orgasms were no less intense. I
felt as though the earth shook under me and I'm sure David felt an equally
strong sensation as he came inside me for the second time.
David held me in his arms and then looked into my eyes and said,
"Margaret, you cannot know how happy you have made me. I love you and want
you as my wife more than anything in the world."
"I did the proposing, you name the date."
"Here, in this place, as soon as possible," he said as he kissed me
again.
We lay in each other's arms, the warm sun on our naked bodies. Soon,
too soon, David said, "Margaret, I have to go and get Luke's things. I'd
like to stay here forever with you and your love in this world without
problems...."
"Yes, I know, but our boys have real problems and need us."
"Yes!" David shouted. "Our boys need us! God, Margaret, you don't know
how happy that makes me feel! Our... us. YES!"
It took awhile to get dressed since we kept stopping to kiss a nipple,
to tongue an ear, to stroke hair, but we were finally presentable, or so I
thought. Then David laughed, "Dr. Bailey, I think you may have a hard time
explaining a hickey to your patients tomorrow."
"Not if they see yours first," I laughed in return.
"Man, we better be ready for heavy kidding from the Gang of Four!" he
said as we started walking through the cane brake, hand in hand. As we
started across the meadow to his house, I saw Luke and Matt climbing
through the fence and getting into Matt's Jeep.
A Special Place--Part 15--Luke
Matt and I took my things to David's. We all have keys to all three
houses so we let ourselves in and started carrying my clothing and computer
upstairs to the guest room. The art supplies we took to the craft
house. "Matt, this is like your having a full-size organ at home. This is
great."
We started putting the supplies away and, before we finished, David
and Margaret came walking into the craft house. As they walked in Matt
said, "The answer to the mystery, Yonghon Tongmu." Turning to David he
said, "From the looks on your faces and the glow, I have a hunch that you
went past the slow and easy stage at the falls." Margaret turned bright red
and, when she did, I noticed the hickey on her neck. I quickly checked
David and said, "They even left evidence, Matt, look at the hickeys on our
lovers' necks!" Margaret turned an even brighter red and David was not far
behind.
"Well, what do you two have to say for yourselves," I laughed.
"Guilty as charged and no regrets and no promises it won't happen
again," David said, still blushing.
"Margaret, did you remember the math lesson we gave you when we
decided to get on your case about being afraid to love?"
"I sure did and he said 'Yes!'"
Matt and I grabbed both of the lovers and hugged them. "So when's the
big event?"
"Well, we definitely know where. It will be at the falls. Now there's
a question of who and when. Matt, you're the church expert here," David
said. "Give the word."
"Well, I'm positive Fr. Tom would be honored to officiate. So unless
you have someone else in mind, ask him. Now as to when. We're still in Lent
and unless there's a real emergency... you're not pregnant are you
Margaret?
"Not likely, but I would be ecstatic if I were, though it would be
just barely."
"You would?" David asked Margaret with a strange look on his
face. "I'm too old to become a father again."
"I see we need to do some premarital counseling here, Matt," I
joked. "Now it's a real problem when a couple gets married and have never
discussed whether or not they want children."
"We have four already," David protested.
"But the family wanted a troop of kids and only have four," Margaret
responded. I was sure she was, at most, only half-joking.
"Ok. We'll start a second generation of the family. What the hell, I
feel about your age right now, Luke."
"That's the spirit, but let's see about getting you two married. So
far as we know there's no emergency, Matt."
"So that means no wedding until Easter. Easter's a really big day and
I'm sure Fr. Tom will be feeling more like his grandfather than like Luke
when it's over, but this is a very special event. I think we should ask him
to do the whole big production Easter Sunday afternoon. He's not afraid to
say 'No' if he feels he can't. Do you two think you can hold out that
long?"
"We may bend a rule now and then, but that sounds good. I'll call
Fr. Tom right away," David said.
Matt turned and gave me a high five and said, "Man, I wish all the
other projects of the Gang of Four were as easy!" Margaret laughed. Matt
said, "David, why don't you go and call Fr. Tom right now while Margaret
helps us here. That way we can get the planning underway."
"Do you think he'll be in?"
"If not Gertie can have him get in touch with you," Matt said.
"By the way, Luke, there's a phone jack here so you can have a phone
out here."
"Thanks, David, but I don't want one. I have a grand idea for a
project and if I'm to pull it off, I'll to have to have some time when I am
not disturbed."
"Ok, I'll call Fr. Tom," David said as he left for the house.
"Ok, guys, how can I help?"
"To be honest, Margaret, Luke and I had a question for you and I
didn't really want to ask in front of David. This morning Luke and I
showered together--and I don't think we have ever thanked you for your
gift. It meant a whole lot to us when we got it and even more this
morning. Anyway, I guess you know that showering together is great and we
love it, but when we do, we get har... aroused."
"Margaret, this morning we were both hard as nails and that usually
requires attention to Chili Pepper and Little Luke...."
"Chili Pepper and Little Luke? I've heard that guys often named their
penis, but Chili Pepper and Little Luke?"
"Sounds a lot better to me than penis or cock or peter or pecker or a
hundred other generic names. Chili Pepper is what my Korean Mom called my
penis when I was young and I kinda kept it. And with Luke around, it is
usually about as hot as a chili pepper!" Matt laughed.
"Little Luke is small, compared to Big Luke, but he is Luke all the
way," I said.
"Little Luke and Chili Pepper. Now I wonder...."
"Don't know about David. We don't discuss these things between
generations, but Michael carries the Sword of Love although, when he first
told us, we told him it was more like Pen Knife of Lust. Anyway, this
morning we kinda took care of... well, you know, but we were wondering what
making love or having sex meant. You know we have chosen to wait--at
Greywolf's request--until we are eighteen to have sex, but we are not sure
where making out stops and having sex begins."
"I suppose in one sense you have to make that decision. And we need to
get together soon and talk about gay sex but, right now, I guess I'd go
with having sex to mean penetration--oral sex or anal sex. Mutual
masturbation would, so far as I am concerned, be permitted. In fact, I'm
surprised you two haven't done that already. My understanding is that most
male best friends do, experimenting, gay or straight."
"Margaret, we, both of us, were trying so hard to keep the other from
knowing he loved him that I suspect we were more cautious about
experimenting than two of the straightest guys in the world. Guess we
missed out on a lot."
"Babe, we are going to make up for that!" Matt said with a huge grin.
"Well, back to the present. Since you are both engaged in the activity
at the same time, why not express your love by giving the other pleasure?
Seems entirely reasonable to me. But no anal or oral intercourse and no
oral contact with Little Luke by you Matt or with Chili Pepper by you
Luke. So no anal or oral intercourse until you decide to make love by
having sex. Ok?"
"Thanks, Margaret."
"Yea, thanks," Matt said, "watch Little Luke, here I come!"
"I don't think that's the way it works," Luke said, and kissed me on
the neck.
Margaret laughed and said, "I said it before and I'll say it again:
you two are impossible and I love you to death!" as she gave each of us a
hug and kiss on the cheek.
As we stood laughing, David came back. "Fr. Tom said he was overjoyed
that we finally came to our senses, Margaret, and that he might be bushed,
but he wouldn't miss this for anything. So as of now, we will be married at
the falls Sunday afternoon at 5:00 on April 16. You can send out the
invitations."
"That's the only sad thing about this, David. The only family I had
were Mom and Dad and both are dead. I was born long after Mom thought she
was past childbearing age and had decided they would never have a child so
they were almost fifty when I was born. Both have been dead for some time
now. I have no family."
"You do now. David comes complete with more family than he probably
wants."
"Never!" David said, emphatically.
"Luke, I don't know how many more of these action-packed days I can
take," Matt said.
"It has been a real week, hasn't it," I replied. "And just think, it
is only Wednesday. David, I guess I don't need to worry about having to
give up the guest room after all."
"Not tonight anyway," Margaret said, "I'm going home after dinner and
I think I'll keep David on the Slow and Easy Menu until the sixteenth."
"From the looks on your faces when you arrived, I suspect the best you
can do is put him BACK on the Menu," I chuckled.
Margaret blushed--again--and said, "Whatever...."
After the engaged couple left, Matt and I continued putting away my
supplies and I started setting up my studio. "Matt, this is really going to
be great," I said when we had finally finished. When I looked at my watch I
noticed it was much later than I thought. "Sarang Hanun Pomul, it's time we
got to your place for supper." Matt embraced me and very, very gently
kissed me on the lips. "See, I told you when I kissed it, it was all
better."
"But not well. Yonghon Tongmu, I am about to die for a real kiss."
I held Matt close and kissed his neck, his cheeks, his
forehead. "Maybe that will hold you until you're kissable again."
"I guess it'll have to do, and that doesn't mean I don't like it, but
it's like dinner without dessert."
"Speaking of which, we'd better go."
When we reached Matt's place, Yong Jin and Mom were in the kitchen,
Greywolf was in the library with Michael and Mary Kathryn. David and
Margaret were nowhere in sight. Where's Dad?" I asked even though I knew
the answer.
"I guess he's at home. I told him we were having supper here tonight
and he just grunted. He'll just have to make do for himself. I'm not
humoring him," Mom answered. "I told him he should go by Immaculate
Conception today and talk with Fr. O'Brian. When I asked him, he said, 'I
went by Immaculate Conception and talked to a priest.' I suspect that means
he talked to Fr. Muller and that probably made things worse, but there's
nothing I can do about his hardheadedness. He'll just have to deal with the
situation," Mom said in her "I'm-through-fooling-with-him" voice. We all
knew that voice well. It meant "case closed" until the offender was ready
to come around. "We're here to enjoy supper and I intend to do just that!"
About the time the Gang of Four had the table ready, Margaret and
David showed up. David announced as they walked through the door, "Ok,
Greywolf, break out your best and Yong Jin, we need glasses in the
library." Greywolf got two bottles of wine and opened them. Mom and
Gabrielle came into the library carrying nine glasses.
As Yong Jin sat the glasses down she said, "What's the celebra... "
She laughed and added, "Now that I see your and Margaret's necks, David, I
don't think I need to finish the question."
"Man, if slow and easy leaves that kind of mark, I don't think I'll be
able to take fast and hard," Michael joked.
"Margaret, I have some cover-up makeup to use to hide zits; it might
hide love bites, but I've never had the problem."
The adults were laughing like mad and Margaret and David were blushing
like middle schoolers. "Ok, David, Margaret, what's up?"
"Margaret proposed to me today and I said 'yes,'" David said.
"That, indeed, calls for a celebration," Greywolf said as he started
pouring the wine. When we all had glasses, he raised his glass and said,
"Here's to David and Margaret and to their love and the loves of us all!"
Supper continued in a festive mood even without Dad, but I missed
him. When we finished, we kids cleared the table and all went to Matt's
room. We all sat on Matt's bed. Mary Kathryn sat between Michael's legs and
I between Matt's. We talked about the recent events for awhile, then
Greywolf called up to remind Michael they had to hit the road early
tomorrow morning. He gave Mary Kathryn a great kiss, which she returned
with equal passion and the two said "Goodnight" and went downstairs.
"Matt, I miss my Dad," I said as I leaned back against him. His arms
encircled me, holding me close.
"What do you want to do, Luke? What can you do? Do you want to...."
Matt choked up. Tears were falling from his eyes and wetting my
shoulder. "Luke, I love you so very, very much, but I will not stand
between you and your father."
I turned and, forgetting his cut lip, pressed my lips to Matt's. He
winced as my lips touched his. "Oh, Matt, I hurt you, Babe. Why am I always
hurting you? I'm so sorry, so very, very sorry." Then I started
crying. Before I knew it, I was once again crying out of control. Matt
pulled me to himself and held me tightly, stroking my hair, rubbing my back
until I stopped sobbing. Then, ignoring his cut lip, he kissed me with a
soft, gentle, loving kiss.
"Yonghon Tongmu, I know you have no intention of hurting me any more
than I would you. It's just that both of us are in a place, a situation
which hurts. But as much as I love you...."
"Sarang Hanun Pomul, you are not standing between me and my father. No
one is. All that stands between the two of us is his hatred, maybe,
certainly his rejection of me, of who I am. He wants his Luke and that Luke
does not exist. I love him; I miss him, but until he decides he loves the
real Luke, there is nothing I can do and certainly losing you would only
make me more miserable and make no difference to him. So don't ever, ever
think that it was you who has made my father act as he is. Mom's right; he
had to have someone to blame because his Luke is not the Luke that is and
he always finds a the guilty party as far away from himself as possible."
"Luke, come tell your mom goodnight," Greywolf called up the stairs.
When we got downstairs Gabrielle's German "call a spade a spade" came
out and she said, "You two have been crying. Is it about Jens?" We both
nodded. "Probably know it already, but you have done nothing to warrant
Jens' treatment of Matt or apparent rejection of Luke. Frankly, he has a
bigger problem than you two have because you have done nothing and there is
nothing you can do. Jens has just got to change his attitude. She laughed
and said, "I'm thinking a few night's on the den couch may have to be
used. But give him some time."
"Millie wanted to kick his ass today," I said. "She was at school
announcing all the changes and saw Matt and wanted to know what
happened. She hauled the Gang of Four into Ms. Jones' office and was told
the whole mess. We asked her not to do anything--yet."
"Well, if I can't get the Great Dane to see the light, I'll turn
Millie loose on him. Luke, are you staying here tonight or going to
David's?"
I looked at Matt and he said, "After today, neither of us are going to
get any work done tonight, so why don't you stay? Before we go to bed,
we'll lay out some kind of schedule so we can have some time together and
still get done all we have to do before May 21. Please."
Greywolf had gone to bed since he had to leave about 4:00 or 4:30 the
next morning so Mom and Yong Jin were standing with us. "Go ahead,
Luke. You can have one night of freedom before you get chained to your
easel," Mom laughed.
"Mom, tell Dad that I love him and that I missed his being here with
us tonight. Tell him I really, really love him and want him to love
me. Mom, I miss my dad." I was near tears again.
Mom reached out and put her arms around me. "I know you do Luke, as
I--and your dad--miss you. I'll give him your message, Luke and don't think
it won't matter to him. Danes have a thick skull and it sometimes takes a
long time for things to sink in. But he does love you. Right now he is
angry without really knowing what he's angry about. He's just angry at the
world for not being the world he wanted it to be. Give him time. Luke,
Matt, I love you both," Mom said as she kissed us both goodnight.
"Goodnight Luke, Matt," Yong Jin said as she kissed us and went to her
room. We climbed the stairs arm in arm.
When we reached Matt's room, we did some very serious talking about
what we had to do before graduation on May 27. We laid out the schedule for
the AP exams: AP English, May 10; AP calculus, May 11; AP physics, May 17;
AP art portfolio due, May 12; and AP music, May 15. The prom is April 22
and the big event, our birthday, is May 31! "Sarang Hanun Pomul, we have a
rough six weeks ahead of us. I don't know about you, but while I'm fairly
confident about the exams, I know that I still need to work on those as
well as the usual school work. And while I could mount a passable
exhibition with what I have, I know that I can do a real knockout if I try
and I have a couple of great ideas to work on. I thought there was a
disease called senioritis which made seniors quit the second semester and
just coast."
Matt laughed and said, "Well, I guess we were hanging around the
hospital when the germ was at school because I don't see any coasting in
that schedule. But, Yonghon Tongmu, I do see a great climax to the whole
race!"
"You would have to say climax! You're a devil, you know that?"
"Maybe, but I'm your devil!"
"No, you're my dark angel, Matthew Sarang Hanun Pomul Greywolf!"
"And you're my bright angel Luke Hans Yonghon Tongmu Larsen!"
"Well, Dark Angel, what are we going to do about a schedule? If we
don't have one and hold each other to it, we'll spend all our time making
love--with or without sex."
"Bright Angel, I'm pretty sure it would not be without sex if we had
nothing to hold us to what we need to be doing," Matt said as he started to
brush my lips with his then remembered, so he just pressed his forehead
against mine. "So what will it be?"
"Ok, what will it be? We are free now after 1:30 except the one day we
have with Mr. Mitchell. You need to practise how often at St. Mary's?"
"By myself? I think I better do two days a week. Maybe Monday and
Wednesday. Then I'll have to schedule time with the ensemble and chorus
when they are ready. We'll meet with Mr. Mitchell Thursdays if he's
agreeable. That leaves Tuesday and Friday for me to work on composition
along with Saturdays to do what we need to do."
"Ok, I'll work in the studio Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday and Friday
afternoons. Saturday we'll plan a week ahead. What about the transportation
problem for the ensemble and chorus?"
"I'll need to talk with Ms. Jones about that tomorrow. One year the
two activity buses were used to take kids home after football
practice. Maybe she can authorize the buses to take kids home. If she oks
that plan, Greywolf can drive one of the buses and maybe Mr. Allan will
drive the other even though he has a more responsible job now. But tell me,
what is this great idea you have for your exhibition?"
"You tell me what your two compositions are first."
"I'm saving them for a surprise."
"And you think you can keep that secret with the chorus and ensemble
involved?"
"I'm sure going to try."
"Well, mine is also a secret and a surprise."
"How are you going to keep that a secret since you're working at
David's?"
"Ha, apparently you didn't notice the studio has a lock, so there."
"Well, I guess we'll just have to wait on the projects the way we
have to wait on everything else."
"Weelll, if you have finished with all these frivolous things, there's
one thing we don't have to wait on. THANK YOU, Margaret!"
I pulled Matt to myself and gentled nuzzled at his neck and under his
chin, nipped his ear lobe and finally stuck my tongue in his ear which I
knew tickled him good fashion. "Matt Babe, I want to kiss you sooo bad," I
whispered in his ear as I started unbuttoning his shirt. As soon as it was
off, Matt started nuzzling my neck as he pulled my shirt up and finally sat
back, looked into my eyes, smiled and pulled my shirt over my head. As soon
as my chest was bare, he hugged me to himself then lay atop me and gently
brushed a nipple with his lips. "Ouch," he exclaimed. "Damn, I can't even
kiss a nipple. Serves Jens right if Gabrielle puts him on the den couch for
a month!" His hair cascaded over my chest and I found it made me just about
as hot and hard as a kiss--at least since I wasn't going to get a kiss.
"I don't have any lip injury, Lover Boy," I said as I started kissing
first one then the other of Matt's nipples. As he leaned into my kisses, I
took one of his nipples in my mouth and started sucking on it as it
hardened in my mouth. Matt raised himself up and rolled off of me and, as
he lay beside me, he unbuckled my pants. I raised my hips off the bed and
he slipped my pants off, revealing a pair of snow-white briefs being tested
for a breaking point by a steel-hard man's tool.
Before he could remove my briefs, I unfastened his pants and slid them
over his luscious ass. "Dark Angel, did anyone ever tell you your ass is
beautiful?"
Laughing, Matt replied, "Not that I recall, although an awful lot of
girls must think so since they pinch it all the time."
"Well, Matthew Sarang Hanun Pomul Greywolf, you have a beautiful ass
and I think I'm going to put a sign on it which says, 'This magnificent ass
belongs to Luke Larsen. Hands off!'"
"Bright Angel, did anyone ever tell you your ass is beautiful?"
"Not that I recall, although an awful lot of girls must think so
since they pinch it all the time."
"Well, Luke Hans Yonghon Tongmu Larsen, you have a beautiful ass and I
think I'm going to put a sign on it which says, 'This magnificent ass
belongs to Matthew Greywolf. Hands off!'"
We both started laughing like we had gone completely nuts. When I
looked, I realized that Chili Pepper was struggling as hard as Little Luke
to be free and I believe in freedom! I stood on the floor, pulled Matt to
me and placed my hands on his hips and my thumbs in the waist band of his
boxers and freed Chili Pepper. As he stood naked before me, I almost got
tears in my eyes because, to me, he was an angel, a beautiful, beautiful
dark angel. As I stood in awe of my beloved, he nuzzled my neck as he
slipped my briefs from my body and I stood naked before him.
Suddenly he encircled my body with his arms and, literally, swept me
off my feet and carried me back to the bed. Placing me gently on the bed,
his body covered mine as he started licking one nipple then the other. He
raised his head, looked into my eyes and said, "I guess that will have to
do since I can't kiss."
As he continued I said, "Kissing's great but, man, that tongue!"
It was pretty obvious that Matt was as hot as I was, because I felt a
wetness where Chili Pepper rested against my thigh and I certainly knew
that Little Luke was not being stingy with precum either. Matt lay beside
me and raised up on one elbow and slowly reached out and took Little Luke
into his hand. He did nothing more than look at Little Luke intently as he
slowly moved him around. "You know I have never really looked at your
manhood before except when I stole a glance, hoping you didn't notice?
Look, it is beautiful--so white, so like you--firm, solid, so right, so
you."
I raised up and as Matt had done, took his manhood in my hand. Because
Greywolf would not permit it, Matt was uncircumcised. His foreskin almost
covered the head of a hard, dark shaft. I slowly pulled the foreskin back,
revealing an arrow shaped head. It, too, was dark as was my love. I started
stoking Chili Pepper slowly as Matt gave Little Luke the attention he was
demanding. We matched strokes in a slow, even rhythm. I was kissing Matt's
neck and he was nuzzling mine. I was surprised how long the slow even
stroking continued before Matt said, "Luke, I can't hold out much longer."
"Neither can I," I replied and, as I felt my own point of no return
approaching, my hand started moving faster and faster. Matt still matched
me stroke for stroke. Suddenly Matt bit into my neck and I felt his hot
seed explode from his man's tool. That sent me over the edge and I, too,
exploded. I knew we had said we would set stars spinning with our love
making, but I didn't think it would be literally true. But I did see
stars--shooting stars--as my breath came in gasps, my body arched upward
and I continued to shoot charge after charge from my body. I stopped
stroking Matt because I couldn't stand any more of his stroking me. He was
gasping for breath, his eyes closed, and then his body totally relaxed.
Slowly he opened his eyes, smiled at me and said, "Yonghon Tongmu, if
real sex is any better, I'm not sure I can stand it!" and, in spite of a
cut lip, he pressed his lips to mine in a passionate, tongue in the mouth,
all out Matt kiss. I returned the kiss with equal passion and, yes,
lust. As we broke the kiss I tasted blood and, when I looked at Matt, his
lip was covered with blood. "Babe, I hurt you. I'm sorry."
"I'm not," he said as he passionately kissed me again. "Luke, I love
you, Babe. I really, really love you."
"Matt, I love you too, Dark Lover. I love you with all that I am and,
maybe not all the way, but tonight with my body." Awash in the afterglow of
our first orgasm brought by the one we loved, we fell asleep in each
other's arms, our bodies pressed together.
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