Date: Fri, 24 Dec 1999 01:36:05 -0800
From: Blue Light <cknutson@telisphere.com>
Subject: love-just-in-time-2

Well, here it is.  After a LONG delay, here is the second part of Love
Just In Time.  I'm sorry for taking so long in getting it out.  Thank
you for the kind words about part 1.  Keep those coming, please.  Oh,
and while I am still thinking of it, as David was kind to point out,
part 1 seemed to glamor the near suicide of the main character.  Suicide
is not the way out.  It may seem like a quick solution, but that's all
it is, is a quick solution that does NOT lead to any long term solution
to problems.  Please don't go this route.

Also, note my change in email address to cknutson@telisphere.com.  I'm
sick of hiding.

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Love Just In Time - Part 2

I woke up in bed, feeling really tired.  I recalled all what had
happened.  Had all that been a dream?  Had I just dreamed I almost
killed myself?  Had Mark admitted he loved me?  Nah, that was all way
too hopeful thinking.

Suddenly I realized there was an arm around me, and that I was not
alone.  I look over, and there is Mark, sleeping ever so peacefully, me
wrapped in his arms.  I know he hadn't just come over sometime in the
middle of the night, because except when we were on vacations, we never
slept in the same bed..  Was it not really a dream after all?  I nudge
him slightly and he begins to stir.

"Mark"?? I whisper softly in his ear

"Yes?" Mark replies

"Was it really not a dream??"

"No, my love, it wasn't.  You are really still here, and now you have
me,?" says Mark.

Overwhelmed by happiness, I begin to cry.

"What's wrong?"  Don't tell me I fucked up when I kissed you??

"No Mark, I am just happier than I have ever been in my life, even
happier than the day I met you.  I loved you from the moment I met you.
I would have stopped those assholes from beating up anyone, but when I
pulled them off and saw who it was I was saving, my heart just livened
up, and I felt better than ever.  Granted things have changed that over
the last few months, but I never stopped loving you." I said to Mark,
softly and gently.  "You are the most gorgeous, most cutest, kindest,
funniest, caring, and sweetest guy I have ever met.  I will love you
till the end of time."  I slowly wiped the tears that were beginning to
form in his eyes away.

"Oh John, I love you so much.  I loved you from the moment I met you
too, when I woke up in your arms and you were holding me tightly,
treating my wounds, running your hand ever so slowly through my hair,
and telling it me would be all right.  In that time since we met you
have treated me better than anyone else ever has, better than I thought
anyone would ever treat me.  You have never looked down upon me, you
have always treated me as an equal, and done things with me I always
wanted to do.  You gave me a place to live when I needed one, kept me
feed and clothed and warm when my parents just didn't give a shit about
me anymore, and you made me feel wanted again," says Mark, pulling me
even tighter to him.

"Wanna sleep some more?" I ask Mark.

"Sure."

And with that, we fall asleep in each other's arms for a few more hours.

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I wake up around noon, and after running my fingers through Mark's
incredibly soft hair for a few minutes, I decide to get up, since I have
some stuff to attend to.  I feel happier than I ever have in my whole
life, even more so than the time I saved Mark.  First off I must call up
my car dealer, and find out about my RENNTech Mercedes SLR7.4.  I
ordered it a long time ago, and I figured it should be ready by now.
It's costing me nearly $400,000, but I figured it was worth it.  I
figure what the hell, it may seem like a totally insane thing to do, but
when I saw the specs, I just had to drive one.  A 585 HP, 2 door
2-person roadster, I think I'll be happy with it on the road.  I wanted
to take a road trip, and as much as I love my Mustang, I figured it was
time for something a bit different for this trip.  The last trips in the
Mustang had brought too much pain, since I was with Mark and couldn't
really tell him how I felt about him at the time.  And now that I have
him, driving this car will be an added pleasure.

I light up a cigarette and make the phone call.

"Tony?" I ask when the phone is picked up.

"Yeah, who is this?" Tony asks.

"This is John Morrison, the guy who hired you to order and prep the
RENNTech Mercedes for me."

"Yeah, I remember.  It's been ready for nearly two weeks.  I have tried
to call you repeatedly but never got an answer.  I figured you backed
out of the deal due to money or something.  I was weary of processing
this kind of order without a full payment up front.  Do you want the car
or not?" asks the guy harshly.

"Yes, when can I pick it up?"

"Now, kid," grumbles Tony.

"I'll be there later today," I say.

And with this, I hang up the phone.  Tony is an asshole, but he's one of
the best at getting shit done when it comes to cars.  With that out of
the way, I realize that I am hungry and the second phone I was going to
make will wait till later.  It seems that when I am drunk I forget to
eat.  I started up a pot of coffee and then proceeded to find the stuff
I needed to make breakfast.  I decide on something hearty, biscuits and
gravy.  Some friends I had known from Montana had shown me a really good
way to make it.  I knew how much Mark loved the way I made it, and I
really wanted to see the smile on his face when he sees it.

I get everything started, and all of a sudden the phone rings.  "Damn
it," I said, dropping things on the floor.

"Hello?"

"John, tell that little fucking faggot son of mine to get his ass home
right now!!!" yells Mark's dad.  Oh man is not this fucker I realize he
must have finally found out Mark is gay, which is the day I know Mark is
really dreading.  Fuck.  I was hoping this would be a one-hundred
percent perfect day.

"He's not here, I don't know where he is," I say, knowing that he will
realize that I am lying since Mark is never anywhere else but here when
he's not home.

"Don't fucking lie to me you little shit!  Get his ass home now!?"
Yelled Mark's dad, louder than I had ever heard him yell before.

With this, Mark's dad slams down the phone.  Oh boy, what am I gonna
do?  How am I going to tell this to Mark?  I know that even though he
doesn't get along with his parents, he is going to be saddened by this.
Maybe, just maybe, I'll ask him to move in with me.  He practically
lives here anyway, so he should be up for the idea.  His parents on the
other hand...

I didn't want to think about this anymore. I finish up breakfast and get
it ready to serve.  Time to get up Mark.  I walk upstairs slowly, as not
to wake him up till I get there.

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I enter my bedroom and look at Mark sitting there on my bed.  Damn, he
looks so cute when he's sleeping.  I love watching him sleep, having
done it so many times since when we have been camping and sometimes when
he's really lonely and shares the same bed with me.  He's laying on his
back, so I decided to get over him.  I plant my lips on his and kiss
him.  "Mmm... is there any sweater taste than this?"  There probably is,
though personally I doubt I ever find anything.  I slowly start to kiss
his nose, his forehead, and then his neck.  He finally wakes up.

"Hi, my love, whispers Mark."

"Hi, beautiful one. I say softly into his ear.  "Breakfast is ready,
come down and eat."

"Sure, why not.  Would you please carry me?" Mark smiles while saying
this.  I can't resists his smile.

"Sure."

And with this, I get off of Mark and he climbs up on my shoulders.  I
think he's gained a few pounds, but he's still pretty light.

"Mark, duck," I say when coming up to the door.

"No, actually I see a door frame, not a duck.  You might want to get
your eyes checked John," Mark jokes.

"Smart ass," I say, laughing.  Now both of us are laughing.  I carry
Mark down the stairs (which is quite a balancing act) and put him down
at the table.

"Biscuits and gravy!  Oh thank you so much!?"  Mark kisses me on the
cheek.

We sit down to eat breakfast, both enjoying it really well.  We were
obviously very hungry since everything was eaten.  I had made enough for
four people.  Oh well, nothing wasted.  At the end of breakfast I decide
to tell Mark the bad news.

"Mark, I really don't wanna tell you this, but I have too," I say in a
depressing tone.

"What?" asks Mark, worry in his voice.

"Your dad called me this morning."

"This can't be good," Mark looks down at his empty plate.

"He found out about you.  I don't know how, but he did.  He called me
while I was making breakfast screaming his ass off for his ?faggot son
to get home.  I tried to tell him that you weren't here but he wouldn't
believe me.  I am afraid that if you go home, he will beat your, or
worse.  Mark, I'm so sorry," I try to sound as sympathetic as possible,
hoping it comes off well.  I so hated telling Mark this, it tears me up
to think of how nasty his dad can be to him.  How could anyone hurt this
beautiful guy, how could they yell at him, punish him for things that he
obviously didn't do, how could they beat him. I so hated his parents
beyond belief.  They were so at the top of my hit list it isn't even
funny.  Mark's parents treated him so badly till I showed up, and then
he wasn't around his house hardly anymore and even when he was his
parents ignored him, for the most part.  For years he had no real
friends, no one to really turn to.  He still bears scars both physically
and mentally.

By this point Mark is crying.  I get up, go over to him, and pull him up
into my arms.  I hold onto him tight.  He cries into my chest.  I rock
him slowly back and forth, telling him it will be all right.  After a
few minutes he stopped crying, so I led him into the family room and put
him on the sofa.  I sat on the floor beside him, running a hand along
his face and hair.

"Mark, please move in with me?" I ask him.

"What?!?" asks Mark in a shocked tone.  "Do you really mean it?"?

"Yes, I really mean it.  I can think of nothing better than you moving
in with me."

And with this, Mark pulls me on top of him.  He pulls my head down to
his and we kiss.  I feel a tongue probing at my mouth and grant it full
access.  We start making out like crazy.  I didn't realize last night
how good Mark tastes.  I don't think I have ever been in a kiss that
tasted this sweet before.  Even though Mark isn't a great kisser, since
from what he has said he doesn't have much experience, I am enjoying
this immensely and start to get hard.  I notice Mark is hard too.  We
start to grind into each other hardly, both of us really enjoying this.
We realize at this moment that we are both hard.  At this moment we both
mutually break it off for some reason, no words said at all.

"I love you," I whisper into Mark's ear.

"I know.  I love you too," whispers Mark in his every sexy voice.

"I know."

"When do you want to get my stuff?" Mark asks.

"Later, for now I got something else I want to pick up.  I need to call
up a taxi to pick us up to take us somewhere.  You'll really like it,
probably almost as much as I will," I say, laughing.

"Oh, now this sounds like fun!  What do we have up our sleeve today?"
Mark asks slyly.

"Hmm, I have a shoulder, some arm pit hair, things like that."

And with this Mark hits me on the arm in a playful manner.

With this, I realize just how much being happy is so much better than
being depressed.  It had been so long since I felt this good I almost
forgot what it felt like.  With this, I call up a taxi to take us over
to Tony's to pick up the car.

"Holy shit!!!" yells Mark when he sees the Mercedes.

"You like it?" I ask Mark.

"You'd damned better well believe I like it.  This car is fucking
sweet.  Isn't this the one out of the magazine?"

"Yes, my love," I say to Mark right while pulling him into my arms and
planting a big kiss on his mouth.

With this I go inside and pay.  Tony decides to jack the price up to
$370,000 from the $363,000 we had originally decided on.  This pisses me
off a little, but because I left Tony hanging and that I just want to
get out of here and get Mark and I into that car and go around the city,
I am not going to bother haggling about it.  I give thanks to Tony for
the work he's done, and then I leave.  This was definitely the most
expensive car I had ever been in.  Not even that F-40 I rented while in
LA was worth this much.  That was a fun car.

"Come on Mark, are we gonna go or should I just leave you here?"

"Coming, coming!" Mark yells as he runs up to the car and gets in.

"Well if you're really cumming please wipe up when you're done, this
leather is really expensive," I look at Mark and tell him this while
trying to keep a straight face.

Well that last 1.5 seconds with us both busting up laughing our asses
off.  I swear we laughed for 5 minutes, with tears running down both our
faces.  After we calmed down I put the top down to let the sun in.  It
was a beautiful day in Seattle, so I decided that we would stay in the
city for the day.  I couldn't decide on what to do, so I just decided
that we would drive around town for a while to show off the new car.

"Mark, did you bring the CD I asked you too?" I asked, sure hoping he
remembers it.

"Here it is, Depeche Mode, singles 86-98," said Mark while handing me
the CD case.

I got out disc two and put it in.  I selected the song called Home.
Mark and I both loved this song.  I told Mark that I selected an ultra
expensive sound system that should really make this song sound good.
And it did.  In no time at all we were both singing along to it.

"And I thank you
for bringing me here
for showing me home
for singing these tears
finally I've found
that I belong here"

With this, Mark leans over and holds on to me.  Given the song lyrics, I
don't even need to ask him why he did this all of a sudden.  It always
seemed that Mark and I knew a lot about each other without anything ever
being said before, but I think this relationship is strengthening it
even more.  I won't be complaining about that at all.

We continue to drive around town for a while, me enjoying driving this
amazingly powerful but silky smooth modified V12 roadster, but not as
much as being wrapped around Mark's arm.

"Mark, should I give this car a real test of its power?" I ask,
grinning.

"Hell yeah!!" Mark screams out.

Mark pulls off of me and gets into an ?oh shit, here we go? position in
his seat.  He knows well too much how I like to drive when I am in a
powerful car.  We pull up to a red light, and I am the first in line.  I
look over at Mark and he just rolls his eyes while smiling.  I wonder if
he knows just how much his smile affects me.  I'll have to tell him that
later.

Green light.  I lay down the pedal and the 575 horsepower go straight to
the tires, making them break loose almost instantly.  Fuck I am ever
making a cloud of smoke.  Even at its peak, my Mustang never came close
to this.  I get a few dirty looks from the people around me,
particularly an elderly couple.  Oops.  I laugh.

Next light I pull right up to a modified Corvette.

"Hey, you wanna race?" I yell to the guy.

"You're crazy to try in that, but sure, what the hell," the guy yells
back.

Green light again, this time I ease the throttle in so as not to send
the tires up in a cloud of smoke.  I totally waste the Corvette.  The
driver of it just looks totally shocked.  Mark looks back, waving.  I
see a great moment and tickle him like crazy.  Mark busts up laughing.

After a while Mark calms down.  We drive around for another hour,
filling up on gas since when I took a look it was reading that I had
nothing, as well as grabbing a pack of smokes.  Damn this car doesn't
get much gas mileage.  I don't care, I love it.  My old Mustang feels
more raw, but I really like having this much power and luxury to go with
it.  Mark is really liking this car too.

"I'm hungry," says Mark.

"Yeah, I am too, now that you mention it.  How does pizza sound to you?
I know a great place downtown."

"That sounds great to me!" Mark says, enthusiastically.

Damn, Seattle traffic is really bad today.  It's always bad, but this is
just amazing.  The drive to the pizza place is normally 10 minutes from
where we started to it, but today 30 minutes was needed.  Fuck.

"Good, it's not too busy today." I say, since I really didn't want to
wait.

We grab a table and in not to long a time a cute waiter comes over and
takes our order.  We order a large with pepperoni, mushrooms, and extra
cheese.  Mark is the only guy I have ever met that actually likes this.
It seems strange that I have never found anyone else that likes pizza
like this, but it's true.

We talk about various things for a while.  I pick up Mark's hand off the
table, kiss it gently, and then move it to my cheek, feeling his soft
skin.  Suddenly he jerks it back.

"John, I'd rather not.  Doing this in public doesn't seem like a good
idea,?" says Mark, rather concerned.

"Relax Mark, it's OK here, trust me, I've been here many times before.
Plus it's not like your parents don't already know about you."

Shit!!  Why did I have to say that?  I mentally slug myself hard for
that one.

Mark starts to tear up.  I switch sides of the table and sit next to him
with my arm around him.  He throws his arm around me as well.  We sit
like this for about 10 minutes.  Finally the pizza arrives and we begin
to chow down on it.

"So what do you think of this place, Mark?" I ask Mark and realize he's
got his face stuffed with pizza.  I know he's enjoying it.

"Good.  Mmrph," Mark tries to talk more while his mouth is full but
fails miserably.

With this I cannot help but bust our laughing.  I swear Mark is doing
this on purpose, and that he realized how easy he can make me laugh and
smile.  I hate to bring down the situation, but I must.  This had to be
dealt with now and not later.

"Mark, after this, shall we go over to your house to get your stuff?
Knowing your parents, they should be out, so we won't have to deal with
them."

"Yes," says Mark in a sad voice.

After paying, we get back in the car and make the trip back down to
Puyallup.  This car feels very at home on the freeway, giving lots of
power when called upon but being totally happy with just cruising along
at a steady pace.

We pull up to Mark's place a little over an hour later.  It's not that
Mark has all that much to get.  He doesn't have much stuff, since his
parents never buy him pretty much anything.  They aren't poor, they just
don't think their kid needs anything to live and function.  When I met
Mark, all he had was clothing that wasn't in very good shape, barely any
of the stuff he needed for school, and a very worn out bed.  He had a
few other things, mainly things he bought with money doing yard work, and
such.  When I met him, my mom and I helped him out, getting him nice
clothing, supplies, and many other things he needed, and after we knew
he was being friends just due to my money, a lot of the things that he
had longed for but could only dream about.  It wasn't that we would ever
have to buy any of the things to make Mark like us (as he was perfectly
happy to do without any "bribes"), not by any means, we just wanted to
help him.  With the help we gave him, he began to do better in school
and be happier overall.  We also filled the very void need of family in
his life, as he really had never known any type of family but having two
complete assholes overhead.  I can't remember the number of times he hid
behind me thinking my mom was going to yell at him or hit him for even
the most pointless things.  Every time I saw that I wanted to knock the
living shit out of his parents for being so awful to him.  I nearly came
close many times when I saw them do that in front of me.  I have
definitely exchanged very heated words with them on more than one
occasion.  I know they hated me, but would never do anything to me.  I
usually got them to back down most times, since I would often threaten
them legally.  Whether it's nice enough to be able to afford lawyers to
make threats is still up for debate.

We go inside and start to pack up Mark's things.  It doesn't take us too
long.  I swear Mark has been transferring things to my house lately
without my knowing it.  I'm not really surprised.

"Can I get your keys so I can put this stuff into the car.  I don't have
a key to the car yet," asks Mark.

I toss the keys to Mark.  He takes his stuff out to the car, and comes
back in.  We look around for anything more to grab, and find a couple
things.  Right at this moment we hear his parents pull up.  Fuck!  We
make our way out to try to get in the car quickly.  No such luck.

"Come here you faggot!" Mark's dad yells at him.  Mark hides behind me.

"Shut the fuck up!" I say to Mark's dad.  He doesn't scare me, he's only
5'9 and such a weakling.  Mark walks over to the car.

"Fuck you!" Mark's dad yells back at me.  "You're the one who turned my
son queer!"  With this, he charges at Mark.  He strikes Mark upside the
head with his fist, knocking Mark down.  I immediately run over and
tackle Mark's dad to the ground.  I start hitting him really hard while
swearing like crazy.

"You stupid mother fucking worthless asshole of a father!!" I yell at
Mark's dad while laying another punch him.  WHAM!!  I hit him hard one
last time.  "That's for all the abuse you've given Mark throughout the
years!"  His dad is pretty beaten up looking.  Good.

With this, I get up to see how Mark is doing.  I see him in my car,
pulling out of the driveway.

"Mark!  Mark!!" I yell at him with no luck.  He drives off without
looking.

I am alone.

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Well, that's it for part 2.  Again sorry for taking so long in getting
this up.  I actually wrote 98% of it back in March, but just let it sit
on my hard drive for months.  I just never could pull myself around to
proofing it and getting it posted.  Part 3 is roughly 50% done, and
should hopefully be released within the next 2 weeks.  Also, sometime
during the week after Christmas, I am going to be putting up a webpage.
The address will be http://www.telisphere.com/~cknutson/stories.html
You can use my new email address at cknutson@telisphere.com