Date: Tue, 22 Dec 2009 12:14:42 -0600
From: Mathew Davidson <matt-k-d@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Couch, part 8

Should you be reading this? This story contains descriptions of sexual
interactions between consenting underage males and if its illegal where you
are then, don't do it! If someone says you cant and doesn't have a good
reason however, then I quote my favorite author on this site, "Fuck Em" try
it, you never know! I do occasionally use derogatory terminology in my
work, and I apologize if this causes offense to anyone. It's not meant that
way at all. Also sorry for any spelling mistakes, I get a little dyslexic
at times..


I'm not sure what happened to my text format last time, and I apologize for
chapter 7 being broken into a whopping three paragraphs, I'll try and make
sure it doesn't happen again. This will be the last chapter before
Christmas so happy holidays everybody! Don't do anything I wouldn't do.


"Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then
subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to
work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is
inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love
is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of
promises of eternal passion. That is just being "in love" which any of us
can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over when being
in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident."
-St. Augustine

The Couch: Part 8


The boys awoke Monday morning and immediately got dressed for skiing,
putting a stop on any fun in bed due to their time constraint. They had to
leave the ski hill by 6pm at the latest to get home on time, and they
wanted as much hill time as possible. The day went smoothly, aside from an
awkward moment when they got in line at the lift with Rick, but they just
pretended he didn't exist and didn't acknowledge him at all. At around five
thirty they headed back to the lodge and into their room, tired but not
nearly as worn out as the day before. They packed their things and piled
the bags in front of the door. Arthur called the front desk and told them
they were checking out and they said it was good, the bill was
clear. Arthur grinned at Matt as he hung up the phone.

"We're good, lets head out so we can get home before midnight!"

Matt nodded and grabbed as much stuff as he could carry, and they walked
down to the front doors where the bellhop had brought Arthur's beat up jeep
to the doors. They loaded their stuff and started home.

On the drive there, Matt fell asleep and leaned on Arthur's
shoulder. Arthur looked down at Matt's serene face and smiled. It had been
a good trip, and a lot more had happened then he expected. He had wanted to
give Matt time before he made any sort of advances, but making advances had
been on his mind for awhile now. But Matt had been the one to initiate this
relationship, and Arthur was bound and determined that nothing would come
between them. He had never felt this strongly for another person, and he
was sure that he and Matt could handle anything that society threw at
them. At around 10 Arthur pulled up in front of Matt's house. He nudged
Matt awake and got out, grabbing Matt's things from the back of his jeep
and walking up to the front door, Matt following sleepily behind. Matt
walked up and pulled his keys out and unlocked the door, taking his bag
from Arthur to lighten his load a little. They closed the door behind them
and walked downstairs, dumping the bag and ski's at the foot of the stairs.

Arthur slumped into the couch, Matt came over and sat in his lap, letting
his head rest on Arthur's shoulder. Matt sat there, never more comfortable
on his couch, taking in the smell of Arthur's clothes, the smell of
him. Matt wiggled his arms around Arthur's midsection and hugged him,
Arthur's hands came up and returned the tender hug. They sat there for a
few minutes, then Matt said something, his voice muffled by the fact that
his face was pressed against Arthur's chest.

"Hmm?"

"I said thank you."

"For what?"

"For the best birthday I can remember."

Arthur looked into Matt's eyes and smiled down at him, bringing a bright
smile to Matt's own face.

"Your worth it, and a thousand times more too me." Matt let out a contented
sigh at the words and mumbled "I love you" before returning back to his
original position. Arthur and Matt sat there cuddling for a long while, not
saying much, just content to be together, knowing that at school tomorrow
they wouldn't have as much of an opportunity to do things like this. At
around 11:30, Matt's mom got home. They both stood up and walked upstairs
to say hello. When they walked into the kitchen Matt's mom was just taking
off her coat and putting down her purse. They walked into the room and she
looked up, smiling when she saw who it was.

"How was the trip?"

"Amazing!" Matt said exuberantly, grinning broadly.

"That's great hun. Arthur are you spending the night or going home?"

Arthur hadn't thought about sleeping there, but it was already late and he
had to be at the same place as Matt in the morning so he might as well.

"I'll stay if you don't mind, then I don't have to pick this guy up in the
morning."

"Alright dear, I assume I don't need to get extra bedding out for you?"
Matt's mom had a smile on her face as she said this, and it only widened
when Arthur blushed furiously.

"No ma'm."

"Very well. I'm going to bed since some of us have to wake up early, I'll
see you boys tomorrow. And thank you Arthur, if Matt hasn't said that
already." She walked to the stairs and went up to her bedroom, the boys
heading back downstairs. As they walked into Matt's room, Matt grabbed
Arthur's hand and spun him around, pushing his lips to Arthur's Matt
started walking them towards the bed. Arthur chuckled and allowed Matt to
lead him to the edge of the bed, then wrapped his arms around Matt and let
himself fall backwards with Matt on top of him.

Clothes started flying across the room and soon they were naked in each
others arms again, With Arthur pressing his chest down on Matt who was now
on the bottom as Matt wrapped his legs around Arthur and pressed their
crotches together. Matt reached under the bed and felt around for the lube,
never breaking his lips away from Arthur's. He found it and brought it up,
handing it to Arthur. Arthur pulled away from Matt's face and knelt in
between Matt's legs, squirting some lube onto his fingers he started
working them into Matt's hole, He put some on his other hand and started
running it up and down his own swollen cock, making sure it was all lubed
up, then he took that hand and used it to give Matt the same treatment,
jerking him off while fingering him. Matt relaxed as best as possible and
as soon as Arthur was able to get three fingers into Matt easily, he
repositioned himself and slowly started to slide into him, Holding either
of Matt's ankles in his hands looking down at Matt's face, which was set in
a mask of ecstasy. Arthur got all the way in then on sudden impulse wrapped
his arms around Matt and lifted him up so he was impaled on Arthur's dick,
with his legs and arms wrapped around Arthur's sweating muscular back with
Arthur on his knees on the bed. Matt moaned as the position forced Arthur
even deeper inside him.  Arthur was face to face with Matt so he leaned
forwards and kissed him, then began lifting Matt up and down, the exertion
driving him to even greater heights of pleasure, as sweat started to pour
off of him, allowing Matt's dick to slide up and down his chest, creating a
sensation they both enjoyed.

"Oh my god Arthur, keep going, this feels so great."

Arthur felt himself getting close, seeing as he had woken up horny but
hadn't had a chance all day to do anything about it. They went at it for a
few minutes, Arthur and Matt both panting hard, before Arthur felt
something warm and wet him in the chin, he looked down and realized Matt
was cumming all over his chest and the first shot had hit him right under
his mouth. Being covered in Matt's cum was such a turn on for his already
erotically excited brain that he started cumming up Matt's ass, his seed
giving him extra lubrication for his last few thrusts before he fell
forward and to the side so he was face up on the bed next to Matt. Matt got
on his knees and started licking the cum off Arthur's chest, going slowly
and licking every square inch of Arthur's well defined chest. When he was
done, he collapsed onto Arthur and nestled his head in the crook of
Arthur's arm. Arthur reached down and pulled the blanket up while Matt
turned on the alarm next to the bed. They fell asleep in each others arms
yet again, content with the world, thinking that nothing could go wrong.

How wrong two people can be.

It was 4am when a persistent banging at the door awoke Matt. He wasn't
fully cognizant but only vaguely aware, but he heard his mom walk down the
stairs from the top floor. He slowly started to come fully awake, and
nudged Arthur to rouse him, he had a sinking feeling in the pit of his
stomach that something bad was about to happen. He heard his mom say
something, the words muffled by the walls between them. He heard a male
yelling, and the voice... It was familiar... but...

Matt's blood ran cold and he stopped moving halfway to standing up. It was
him, he had come back. After nearly five years his dad had come back. How
had he found them? He heard another yell and a crash. Matt leapt out of bed
and grabbed his phone, throwing it to a still groggy Arthur.

"Call the police, now!" With that Matt grabbed his boxers and slipped them
on as he ran upstairs. He heard Arthur's voice behind him and could only
hope he was calling the police.

Matt smelt whiskey in the air before he even hit the last step from the
basement. He ran into the hall in time to see his mom fall from a backhand
to the face and his dad star walking towards the stairs where he had just
appeared. When his dad saw him, he stood there, giving Matt a good chance
to size him up. He didn't look good, at all, his entire height of 5`8"
looked covered in grime. Matt couldn't remember what his dad had been
wearing the day he left, but he guessed it was probably the same clothes he
was in now, only now his dad looked gaunt and pale, his cheeks were hollow
and he reeked of cheap liquor and unwashed, sour sweat. He had a beard and
his hair was long and greasy. Matt stood frozen in fear as his dad started
walking towards him, purposefully.

"Hey there boy, glad to see your pa after all these years?"

Matt couldn't bring himself to reply, so frozen in terror was he. His dad
walked up to him and stopped in front of him for a moment. His hand shot
out, startlingly fast, and gripped Matt's neck, Matt didn't flinch. His dad
pushed him back against the wall and leaned forward and sniffed him.

"You smell like sex boy, you got a girl down there in that hovel your
mother calls a house?"

Matt just stared into his eyes, his fear slowly ebbing away to be replaced
by a fiery hatred. His dad's other hand shot out and the back of his hand
snapped against Matt's face. Again, Matt didn't flinch, just kept staring
at his dad.

"Answer me boy!" his dad was about to hit him again but before his hand
started forward, Arthur walked out of the door to the basement in only his
boxers.

"Well what's this then? You have another boy down there? Always knew you
were a faggot. Can you take a hit yet? Or are you still a pussy." As he
finished saying this he turned his backhand into a full out punch and hit
Matt in the side of the head, sending him sprawling onto the kitchen
floor. As he fell Matt saw Arthur's eyes burning as he rushed the stinking
man in the hallway. Arthur was tall by any standards, and had muscle to
back it up, but Matt's dad had a deceptive amount of strength, and he was
quick. He spun and pushed Arthur to the ground and straddled his chest,
raining down blows on Arthur's face and chest. Matt got up shakily and saw
his mom come running into the fray, screaming for his dad to stop. His dad
stood up and turned in her direction, pulling something out of his jacket
as he stood. Metal flashed and Matt saw that it was a long knife that his
dad held. He rushed towards his mom and screamed "Shut the fuck up! How
many times do I have to tell you!"

The world seemed to slow down for Matt, as he watched the knife slide into
his mothers stomach, a red stain appearing on her nightgown. His dad held
her up, then almost tenderly laid her down on the floor, gasping and
clutching her injured abdomen. Arthur was up again and he rushed Matt's dad
while his back was turned, he hadn't seen the knife. Matt's dad spun and
hit Arthur in the temple with the butt of knife, and Arthur crumpled to the
floor. Matt stood frozen in stark terror, all that he loved lay on the
floor breathing shallowly. Matt couldn't tear his eyes away from the blood
pouring out of his mother, or his dad leaning over Arthur, the knife in one
hand. Arthur... he was going to hurt Arthur. Matt's mind snapped again, the
same way it had with Mason. Except this time, there was no stopping point,
there could be no quarter. Matt grabbed a large kitchen knife from the
knife block and walked as quietly as possible towards his dad, who was
still leaning over Arthur, the knife quivering in his hand. Matt found
himself directly behind his dad, the knife steady in his own hand. Without
a seconds hesitation he slashed his dads back, as hard as he could, the
knife biting deeply into flesh. His dad spun around, screaming in pain, he
knocked the knife from Matt's hand. His eyes burned and he seemed to tower
over Matt, who did not back down. His dad slashed wildly at him, his right
arm dangling uselessly, and Matt was too close to dodge so he accepted a
bone-deep cut on his arm, but managed to get a good punch to the head
in. His dad staggered sideways a little, weakening fast, blood pouring from
the wound in his shoulder. Matt saw an opportunity and lunged for the
knife, but he underestimated his dads reflexes and felt a hot pain in his
stomach. He looked down to see a long gash run from belly button to rib
cage on his own stomach. He grimaced but continued punching at his father,
his mind lost to rage and pain, he didn't even feel the cuts he received
anymore, and had no concept of how serious they were. He didn't stop when
bright lights suddenly shone through the door, he could only stand there
and then fall from blood loss as his dad spun about wildly, and he could
only watch as his dad lunged towards the police officer, his knife still in
hand, and could only gasp as two thunderous bangs sounded, and his dad hit
the floor facedown, never to trouble anyone again. Blackness started
closing in and Matt heard the police officer radio in two ambulances and
one meat wagon. He didn't know what that meant, but it was fine. It was all
fine...



Matt opened his eyes as he came awake and white hot pain shot through his
mind. He started to cry quietly, it felt as if someone had placed red hot
pokers all over his body, and his right arm would not obey his commands at
all, it simply lay beside him. Matt's quiet sobbing turned into a wail as
the pain finally set in. Matt tried to lean forwards a little and was
rewarded with more pain then he had ever felt in his young life. He
screamed. A nurse ran into the room followed closely by a man in a doctors
uniform, the spoke some medical gibberish and the next thing Matt knew he
was waking up again, only this time the pain was bearable. They probably
had him on morphine he thought idly. Then he remembered; where was his mom,
where was Arthur? He started panicking and his heart rate spiked, causing a
little beeping noise to sound. A nurse once again burst into the room and
rushed to his bedside. He stood beside Matt's bed and made calming noises,
and Matt closed his eyes for a moment, then opened them again and tried to
say "Where's my mom?" but all that came out was a strange half-cough
half-moan noise. The nurse went to the sink and got a cup of water and held
it to Matt's lips. Matt drank deeply, and found his voice once he cleared
his throat.

"Where's my mom? And my friend? What day is it? How did I get here?"

The nurse responded with "Shhhhh, easy bud. You've been out for 3 days. I'm
going to send your friend in, he can explain most things to you."

Matt made an effort at a nod and the nurse left. Arthur entered the room at
a run and scrambled to Matt's bedside, with tears in his eyes.

"Thank god, they said you may not make it! I'm so glad your awake." Arthur
sank to his knees beside Matt's bed and kissed his hand.

"It's nice to see you too. Why am I still in bed? I wasn't hurt that bad."
Arthur gave Matt a weird look at said "You haven't looked yet have you?" At
Matt's puzzled look Arthur stood and closed the door. He walked back to
Matt's side and looked down at him, his eyes a mixture of love, pity and
caring all at once.

Arthur removed the blanket covering Matt as softly as possible, then undid
the front of the robe Matt was wearing and exposed Matt's stomach. Matt
gasped, which caused it to hurt all the more. His stomach looked like it
had been put through a meat grinder then sewn back together. At a glance
there was more thread then skin, even one of his nipples had a jagged cut
through it.

Arthur had tears in his eyes as he looked at his mutilated lover.

"The doctor says that because your young, most of them will just be thin
white scars."

Matt sat in dumbfound silence, when suddenly it occurred to him.

"Arthur, where's my mom?"

Arthur sat down in the chair beside the bed.

"She... she..."

"She's gone isn't she." Matt asked. The tears pouring down Arthur's face
were all the answer Matt needed. He had never felt so heartbroken before,
even when Ian had left him, he had been able to go to his mom. She would
always make everything better. She would always be there, but now... She
was gone. Matt swore he heard his heart break. He leaned back into the
cushions slowly and tears snuck out of his eyes and down his face. His dad
had done this. He was to blame.

"What about my dad?" Arthur composed himself and answered

"Dead, the police shot him when he tried to attack them with the knife."

"Good." Matt said coldly. That man had destroyed everything good in his
life, and now he had taken the only thing Matt had left. It was then that
Matt really looked at Arthur for the first time. He had a bruise on his
temple and a bandage that wrapped around his chest could be seen under the
T-shirt he was wearing.

"Arthur... It's my fault that you got hurt. I'm sorry, I wont be mad if you
don't want to be with me anymore." Matt fully expected Arthur to stand up
and walk out, who could love someone after that someone put them through
hell and dragged them into a cesspool of negative emotions.

"Matt. Shut up."

Matt looked up, surprise and irritation playing across his face. He started
to reply but Arthur pushed his fingers against Matt's lips and easily
prevented Matt from leaning forwards at all.

"I don't just love you when the going is easy, I don't just love you when
we're sleeping together, and I certainly don't just love you when your
happy. Your sadness is my cause to be sad, and your pain hurts
me. I. will. Never. Leave. You cant get rid of me that easily."

Matt smiled, and tears began to fall from his eyes. Suddenly he felt
overwhelmed, drowning in a sea of emotions and loss. Arthur held his hand
tightly as he wept, wept for his lost mother, and for the father he never
really had. Matt cried for a long time, until there were no tears left and
he collapsed into his bed, falling into a fitful sleep. Arthur stayed the
night at the hospital, as well as most of the nights after that.

Matt was in the hospital for a total of two months. Over these two months
he came to terms with the loss of his mother, and accepted that she was in
a better place now. She probably wasn't working 75 hours a week in
heaven. His mothers lawyer called, and told him not to worry about living
expenses and such, she would take care of it, and as soon as he was able he
needed to come to her office. Matt was in the hospital for Christmas and
woke up Christmas day to Arthur and his parents fighting past a line of
scowling nurses to bring him presents and a full breakfast buffet of
food. It was great, and he spent the entire day with them all around his
bed talking and relieving some of his boredom. Arthur brought him school
work and he didn't fall to far behind in class.

After two months of bedrest, he was allowed to leave. He had been walking
around and regaining strength for a month, but the doctors didn't want him
outside while his internal injuries healed. He decided to stop by the
lawyers officer first, since he had nothing else to do except see her. He
walked into the office and a pretty lady behind a counter referred him to
Kim McLeish's office.  He opened the door and stepped in. There was a lady
about his mom's age behind a large impressive desk, awards all on the wall
behind her. She looked up and smiled warmly.

"Oh, you've grown a great deal since I saw you last."

Matt looked puzzled and she laughed and said "I am... I was best friends
with your mom since high school Matt, I was there when you were born. But I
wish we didn't have to meet under these circumstances. I wont pretend to
know how you feel, but trust me I've cried for her too."

Matt felt a tear slide down his face and he sat heavily in the chair
opposite Kim.

"Thank you. I'd honestly just like to get this over with and move on. So,
first off, why did you call me here?"

"Well Matt, there's some financial issues we have to discuss first, and
they are best done in person. Let me start off by explaining your mothers
amazing foresight. Five years ago she came to me and set up a life
insurance policy on herself, so that if anything happened to her, you would
be better then ok, you would be set for a very long time. She was sure your
dad wouldn't just leave forever and wanted to be prepared for
anything. Matt, because of the sudden and violent nature of your mothers
death, you are eligible to receive this amount of money, which is unusually
high for such a low income individual as your mother, but its there. As per
your mothers wishes I will hold your money in trust until you come of age,
at eighteen."

Matt seemed immensely disinterested. No matter how much money it was he
would trade it all and ten times more for his mother back.

"Very well, is that all?"

"Aren't you curious of the amount?"

"Sure, why not."

"There's nine hundred and fifty thousand dollars. That's only a few
thousand shy of a million, Mathew."

"That's good, as I said. Is that all?"

Kim seemed disheartened that he wasn't jumping for joy from the news that
he was pretty much rich at the age of sixteen, but she went on.

"There's the issue of your adoption, which I have taken the liberty of
addressing. Your new family is waiting to come in and meet you."

At this, Matt leaned forwards. "You already adopted me out? But... don't I
get any say in this?"

Kim shrugged, and said "Why don't you meet your new family before passing
any judgments on me Mathew."

Matt sat back, depressed. "Whatever."

Kim leaned forwards and pressed a button on her desk and said into a
microphone, "Send them in please."

Matt heard the door open behind him but he refused to turn around and look
at them. He heard an all to familiar voice say "Well I had thought he'd be
excited!"

Matt leapt from the chair and spun around, only to see Arthur and his
parents standing behind him, Arthur with a huge stupid grin on his
face. Kim cleared her throat and said "Now its not a full adoption Matt,
for some reason they said they didn't want you as an actual son, but that
they would be your caretakers for the next two years. I'm sure there's a
logical reason for this that I don't see but either way, meet your new
family."

Matt fell into Arthur's Arms and wept tears of joy, actually happy for the
first time since his mother had been taken. Arthur hugged him tight and
then led him to the chair to sit down.

Kim went on as if she had never been interrupted. "Now there's the matter
of the rest of your mothers estate..."

The talk went on for another two hours, with Matt making decision no
sixteen year old boy should have to make, such as whether or not to get rid
of his moms house, which he chose to do since he never wanted to go back to
that place. He had all his mothers possessions moved to storage at Kim's
suggestion, to be gone through later, and Arthur and his dad had been hard
at work in their basement and told Matt not to worry about his own
things. After they were done Arthur pulled Matt outside and into the back
of his mom and dad's Lexus, Arthur grinned and pecked Matt on the lips, and
they sped off towards Arthur's, and now Matt's house.

When they arrived Arthur practically dragged Matt out of the backseat of
the car and ran through the door to his house. He pulled Matt to a door he
hadn't even known existed and went through, there were stairs leading
downwards on the other side. Matt had only been to Arthur's a few times,
and his room was upstairs, or so Matt thought. Matt had never been in the
basement before and didn't know what to expect. He whistled softly as he
took in the room, which was so new he could still smell paint. The room
took up almost the entire basement and had a big screen TV on one wall,
with the infamous couch from Matt's room sitting in front of it. The other
wall was lined with all of Matt's books, there were 853, Matt knew, he
cataloged them all. Against the far and last wall, there was a massive king
sized bed with lamps on either side. There was a desk in the center of the
room with two seats and two computers. Through an open door on the same
wall as the bookshelf, Matt could see a walk in closet with his clothes,
and what he imagined were Arthur's; another door on the same wall led to
what Matt assumed was the bathroom.

"Holy hell." Matt whispered.

"Like our new room?" Arthur had a huge grin on his face and he walked
behind Matt and wrapped his arms around him, his chin resting on Matt's
shoulder.

"Holy hell." Matt repeated himself, at a loss for words. Arthur's parents
came down and sat on the couch, while Arthur pushed Matt over so they sat
on the foot of the bed.

Arthur's dad was smiling and said "Alright boys, here it is. Matt, this is
your new life and I hope you don't mind us taking liberties with your
things, and I hope you can come to think of this place as home."

"O I will sir, and thank you for everything you've done for me, this is
above and beyond what I had hoped for."

"It's no problem son, we love you like you were our own. We didn't want to
adopt you simply because that would make you and Arthur brothers, which
seemed a bit cruel. And none of that sir and mam crap here! I don't expect
mom or dad outa you, but call me Frank and this lovely lady Tracy." Frank
hugged his wife as he said this. Tracy smiled warmly and said "Alright
boys, how bout you have and shower and go to bed, you don't have to go to
school for the rest of this week, seeing as its Wednesday night already,
but next Monday I expect to see you up and at em!"

The boys agreed and the adults walked upstairs to their own room.

Arthur pushed Matt back softly on the bed and straddled him. Arthur leaned
down and tenderly kissed Matt for a long time.

"I've missed you, more then you know." Arthur whispered into Matt's ear.

Matt nuzzled Arthur's shoulder and said "Not as much as I missed you."

"I know you cant yet, but for future reference, Me and dad made this room
soundproof to the rest of the house."

"Mmmm, that sounds nice. But your right, it still hurts to walk, I don't
think getting humped would help me right now."

They decided to forgo the shower until morning and got undressed. Matt's
stomach was still red and itchy, and the scars were just beginning to
form. He slid into bed and Arthur hit the lights and climbed in behind
him. Matt went to sleep on his first night in his brand new life truly
happy despite the recent tragedies, content with Arthur's arm around him,
the comforting warmth giving him strength.




It's Christmas so I suppose one chapter can have a happy ending. Hope you
like this chapter, despite its sad bits. Let me know,
matt-k-d@hotmail.com. This story will end soon I think, not sure. Maybe
I'll make it a nice round 10 chapters. Who knows! Happy holidays everybody!