Date: Thu, 8 Mar 2012 00:32:37 +0000 From: David Lee <dlee169@hotmail.com> Subject: Tommy and Tanner, Chapter 58 Tommy and Tanner Chapter 58 Warning: This story contains scenes of love and sexual interaction between males of similar age. If the reading or possessing this material is illegal in your country, state, province, county, municipality, etc., please leave this site immediately and do not proceed further. If you are under the legal age to read this, please do not do so. It is not my intention to offend anyone or to get you in trouble. The author retains the copyright, and any other rights, to this original story. You may not publish it or any part of it without explicit authorization from me. This is not my first attempt at writing fiction. My longer stories on Nifty include: "Always and Forever" (March 25, 2004), "Jacob and Jacques" (May 30, 2004), "Zeke" (August 29, 2005), "Tales from Bentonville" (November 16, 2008), and "Second Chance" (September 24, 2010) under "High School" and "Someone to Watch over Me" under "Beginnings" in the gay male section. There are a few short stories also: "Brad and Alan's Canoe Trip" (April 22, 2004 under "Camping", "Of Angels and Dragons" (November 8, 2008) under "Camping", "A Christmas Tale" (December 22, 2009) under "High School", "Brazil Affair" (October 1, 2010) under "Beginnings," "Seth's Gift" (October 10, 2010) under the Science Fiction/Fantasy category, and "A Technological Christmas" (December 23, 2011) under "Beginnings." I am listed on Nifty under the category of "Prolific Net Authors" which will make it easier for you to access earlier stories. Some of these stories are also posted at: www.storylover.us along with those of other writers that may interest you. My only reward for contributing to Nifty is your emails. Please write if you like the story. Please include the name of the story in the title of your email because my email service sometimes puts them in the "spam" file. Thanks and hugs to Tom and David (boxerdude) who edit for me so that there are fewer mistakes! They not only proof-read, but make other valuable suggestions. Finally, David has a new site that is hosting a number of authors. It's at: www.saberpeak.com. My first story, "Always and Forever," is posted there. David (dlee169@hotmail.com) ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Tommy and Tanner, Chapter 58 Michael and Lance were awakened on Sunday morning by the sound of the garage door. Michael stretched and yawned and Lance turned over to lay his head on Michael's chest. "Man I could sure get used to waking up like this with you cuddled up next to me," Michael grinned. "Me too. What woke us up?" "That was my family heading to Christ Church. We're Episcopalian, in case you didn't know. My dad was brought up AME, but he didn't like their attitude toward gays – at least how it was at the time. I guess someone tried to do an exorcism on my Uncle Malcolm and he died as a result. It was before I was born and I don't know the details. You can tell that the Episcopal Church is much more accepting, because they elevated Fr. Gene Robinson, an openly gay man, to the position bishop, but some congregations have pulled out over of it." "We're not much of anything," Lance admitted. "My parents were brought up Roman Catholic and went to parochial schools, but they hated it and left the church the minute they became adults. I've gone to Mass a few times, but couldn't take the Eucharist because I was never baptized. I believe there's a God, but that's about it." "I'll work on you then," Michael teased. "I can't date a heathen!" Lance took playful offence at the inference and got on top of Michael, pinning him to the mattress. "Oops, I'd better not rough-house while you're healing," he gulped. "I'm not supposed to get too physical for awhile, but I don't think I'm too fragile for some fun. You can see I'm up for it." Michael responded pushing his crotch up against Lance's. "Yeah, you are!" Lance agreed. "But I'd better got off of you so you don't have a relapse or something." "No, I'm not an invalid and I'm enjoying it," Michael moaned as he wrapped his arms around Lance's back. The two of them remained that way for a couple of minutes before Lance kissed Michael. Since they'd both brushed before retiring, neither had offensive breath and soon they were kissing open-mouthed and tongue-wrestling. "I suppose we can't do this all day," Lance said as the came up for air. "We have a couple of hours." Michael told him. "Would you like to take a shower?" "I guess it would be a good idea, but I don't want to get up." "Okay, you win. We'll shower later." Michael announced as he ran his hands under the waistband of Lance's briefs and caressed his firm buns. They went back to kissing and petting until both boys thought they'd burst. Michael spread his legs so that Lance was between them and their crotches were pressed tightly together. After a few minutes, he got braver, pulling Lance's underwear down and guiding his dripping erection through the fly of his own sleep shorts. Once their cocks were trapped between them, he cupped Lances' butt cheeks and pulled them forward, creating a slight rocking motion. Lance soon began to thrust in the same rhythm. It took him only a few minutes to reach a mind-blowing climax. The feeling of his hot cum pulsing all over their stiffies caused Michael to blow his load too. They lay there gently moving their softening dicks between them for a couple more minutes as they came back down to earth. "I think I just found out what heaven's like," Lance giggled in the afterglow. "Me too! I'm speechless!" "Well, you don't have to SAY anything, as you told me yesterday." "I guess we really do need a shower now. We'd better get cleaned up now and air the room out so we have time to eat before my folks get home." Michael advised. Fortunately they didn't get much jizz on the sheets, but Michael's shorts were sodden with cum. He stripped them off carefully and Lance cleaned him up enough with his underwear so he didn't drip all over the carpet on the way to the bathroom. When they got into the shower together, they couldn't keep their hands off of each other. They used the excuse of soaping off the jizz to explore each other's body again. Of course they both got formidable hardons in the process and ended up mutually masturbating. "There shouldn't be any fluid on my brain now because you've drained me completely," Michael teased. "I'll loan you some sweats and we can go right down to eat. I'm starved!" ---------- By the time Michael's family returned from church, the boys had cleaned up the kitchen after themselves, had made the bed, and aired out the room. They were propped up on Michael's bed holding hands and watching a movie when Damon came into the bedroom. He grinned at the sight. "Don't tell me you were good little boys and didn't do more than holding hands." "We are good boys," Michael protested, with a big smile on his face. "Was he really good?" Damon asked Lance. "He's the best!" Lance grinned in return. "Have you boys no shame?" Damon teased. "What's to be ashamed of?" Michael asked. "We're two guys who care about each other and we don't give a rat's ass what the rest of the world thinks!" "I love you, Bros," Damon said as he dapped fists with both. "You guys have the right attitude. I was just yanking your chains. Anyway, Mom sent me to tell you that lunch is in 10 minutes, uh, better make that five now." ---------- Tommy, Tanner, and Tucker were messing around in the garage on Sunday afternoon cleaning their bikes before storing them for the winter. It was a pleasant autumn day and they were in a great mood. As always, they bantered back and forth good-naturedly. Tanner volunteered to get them a snack. Tommy said he'd help, leaving Tuck who still had a couple of things to do. As the boys were crossing the yard, a red sports car came to a screeching halt and Jordan jumped out brandishing a gun. "Prepare to meet your maker, Tanner," he snarled. "You're a dead man." "No!" Tommy shouted as he stepped in front of Tanner. "Have it your way, Tommy. You can die together from the same bullet. Wouldn't that be fuckin' romantic? It would save resources too." "Go left," Tanner whispered. As Jordan was about to fire the weapon, Tommy dived one direction and Tanner the other. Jordan tried to keep the gun trained on Tanner, but had difficulty because Tanner was on a zigzag course. Hearing the ruckus, Tucker ran from the service door to intervene, but Jordan pulled the trigger a split second before he got there. There was a deafening sound as the ancient pistol exploded in his hand just before Tuck's right foot shattered several ribs that were still in the process of healing. Jordan slumped to the ground. He was definitely out of commission. Tark was out of the house in a flash to make sure his boys were safe. After he was positive that Jordan wasn't going to be a threat to anyone, he hugged his sons and they hugged him and each other. No one tried to hide their tears and the boys were visibly shaking. "I'm afraid you may be going into shock," Tark told them. "You remember from scouts what you're supposed to do, don't you? Please get in the house and lie down with your feet slightly elevated and ask Mom to cover you with a blanket. I'll be in as soon as I see if I can do anything for Jordan." The boys lay down closely together on the family room floor with Tuck in the middle while Teri went upstairs to find a blanket. "God, Tuck, you were awesome! But you might have been killed!" Tanner said as he put an arm around him. "I couldn't just stand there and do nothing!" he exclaimed. "You're my bros!" "I love you, my not-so-little brother," Tommy said in a trembling voice. "Thanks, I love you guys too." When Teri returned with a large comforter, she asked them if she should give them some brandy or something to calm their nerves. "As good as that sounds, Mom, it would go against our first aid training," Tommy answered. "Good thing you're alert enough to know what to do," Teri said. "I don't want to do anything that would make it worse. What exactly happened out there?" The boys filled her in and appeared to be completely lucid as they did. Teri figured that was a sign that they were going to be okay. Tark came back into the house shaking his head. "Is he badly hurt?" Teri asked. "Worse than that, I think. I couldn't find a pulse, but I'm no doctor after all. There may be hope." "I'd better call 911," Teri said, reaching for the phone. "I already did that while I was outside," Tark responded. "Help is on the way." When Sgt. York and Sgt. Billings arrived, they checked Jordan for signs of life and didn't find any either. They quickly photographed the scene from several angles to provide evidence. Almost immediately, an ambulance came. The paramedics looked grim and they shook their heads like Tark had. There was no apparent reason to hurry, but they did, just in case. There was no doubt in anyone's mind that Jordan had died as the result of firing an unsafe weapon. They were sure that his death would be ruled as accidental. After taking brief statements from everyone, the officers were ready to wrap it up. "I've called for a tow truck to pick up the boy's car. We'll need to impound it until the investigation is finished. You can go back in and see to your family, but we need to stay out here to watch the car until the truck arrives." Before going inside, Tark checked to make sure there were no blood stains on the concrete. There was a little on the lawn, so he reeled out the hose and washed it down. No need to have any unpleasant reminders. ---------- Tim and Melody were relaxing at the recreation center when his phone rang. He had decided not to answer it until he saw that the call was from their land line at home. His brothers were all on different cordless phones so that they could share the news together. Tuck started by telling him that they were all okay and not to worry as they told him what had transpired a few minutes earlier. Tim was shocked to hear that Jordan had attempted to kill them, but was not totally surprised that the incident resulted in his death. Jordan had been on a destructive path for several years. They talked for quite awhile. Tanner and Tommy both praised Tucker's fearless actions and Tim also complimented him on his bravery. Tuck, of course, was very proud to have earned his oldest brother's accolades. Their conversation wound down to the mundane things of life and school, and eventually they ended their call. Talking it out with Tim had been a kind of catharsis. They all felt better. After that, they got on their cell phones to tell their friends what had happened. The last person they called was Michael to ask him if he'd heard from Lance. They wanted to offer their sympathy, but didn't want to call him if he hadn't been informed yet. Michael told them that Lance's parents had been to the Bryant's house to break the news about Jordan's death and that Lance was staying with him for the time being. Then he handed the phone to Lance. Tanner tried to express his condolences, but Lance cut him off. "I appreciate what you're trying to do, especially after how he tried to kill you! I'm sorry my brother's dead, but in a sense he died inside a long time ago. Part of me is actually relieved. Mom and Dad figured he'd come gunning for me after I crossed him when he and those guys attacked you guys. So, please save your expressions of mourning for someone who deserves them." ---------- "I hated his guts, but I didn't really want to see him get killed in front of me," Tanner said as he lay in bed with his head on Tommy's chest. "I know, Babe, but his death may have been for the best in the long run. He had lots of chances to change, but he just couldn't seem to. Lance said it's a miracle he didn't hang around to hurt their parents when he took the money and the gun." "I wonder how he went wrong. His parents seem like nice, reasonable people." "Lance is cool too, especially since Jordan hasn't been around to influence him as much. Dad seems to think he's always been a decent kid, and you know he's a good judge of people." Tommy reminded him. "I'm really lucky that gun blew up," Tanner sighed. "I could be dead!" "Maybe, but you were already taking evasive action. I don't think either of us would have been killed, and Tuck would have stopped him before he got off a second shot. Anyway, I'm thankful to God that I didn't lose you," Tommy said softly. "I love you more than anything or anyone." "I love you the same." ---------- A few minutes later, Tuck rapped on their door and came in. He needed to talk. They invited him to crawl into their big bed between them and he didn't turn down the offer. When Tark went to check on him later, and couldn't find him, he also knocked on their door. "Come in," Tommy called. Tark entered and was relieved to find his youngest son, and very pleased that his brothers were taking care of him. He bade them all good night and went to bed too. All three of the boys awakened at different times during the night from bad dreams. Each time, someone came to the rescue with tender words of love and soft caresses. Still, they were more tired than usual on Monday morning. ---------- Lance didn't sleep well either. His emotions about his brother's death ran the gamut. As he had said to Tanner, Jordan didn't deserve having the boys feel sorry for him. Yet, Lance didn't feel as cold-hearted as he'd sounded on the phone. He remembered former times - better times. Jordan had always been "different." His dad had confided in Lance two years ago that he thought Jordan's birth mother might have been drinking and doing drugs while she was pregnant. Her records had been sealed, initially, and then they mysteriously disappeared completely. Richard Cook had speculated that she might have been the daughter of someone prominent who had enough money to be able to eradicate all the evidence. In Cook County, anything was possible. Even as a child, Jordan didn't seem to have the same sort of conscience that his peers and his brother did. If he wasn't a total sociopath, he seemed to lean that direction. Then after he'd gotten involved with drugs, he'd become worse. But Lance also remembered times when they'd had fun together. Jordan had been his protector when he was little and taught him a number of cool things, including masturbating. And, Jordan hadn't taken advantage of him sexually when he could easily have done so. In some ways, he'd been a decent brother, at least in the early years. Eventually, Lance fell asleep with Michael snuggled against his back. ---------- Neither Lance nor Michael was in school on Monday. Michael was probably well enough that he could have gone, but his parents didn't discourage him from staying home because he was a good student and his progress wouldn't suffer from missing a day here or there. They also sensed that Lance would need him. The Torrance boys went as usual. The whole family thought it would be best to maintain their normal routine rather than to dwell on the tragedy that had played itself out in their back yard. There would be fewer rumors floating around if the boys were there to squelch them at their inception. At Michael's house, Lance and he began their day with a warm shower soon after Michael's family had all left. They shared it as they had before, but this time there was no playing around. At the end, when they dried off, they embraced while still naked. Both plumped up a little from the intimate contact, but they didn't pursue their sexual desires. Michael, especially, felt it wasn't appropriate to do anything until Lance showed his readiness. Clad only in Ts and sweats, they went down to the kitchen to make breakfast. They had barely finished eating when Lance's cell phone rang. It was his father calling to see if he would go to lunch with Janelle and him around 12:30. They wanted Lance's input concerning the arrangements for his brother's funeral. They left it up to him as to whether he'd like to have Michael there too. He told them that he and Michael would meet them at the Olive Garden for the soup and salad special at the appointed time. ---------- "Michael, it's kind of you to be looking after Lance right now. I hope this discussion isn't going to be a trying situation for you." Janelle said after they were seated. "No, Ma'am it will be okay. He was there for me at the hospital and I want to stand by him now if it's okay with you." "We are pleased that you want to, aren't we Richard?" "Yes, very much so. This is a really difficult time because we all have mixed emotions about Jordan. I wish things could have been different," he said, biting his lip. Michael simply nodded and placed his hand over Richard's, giving it a squeeze. His gesture made Lance smile wanly. Michael was as tender-hearted as he'd assumed. By the time they were halfway through their first bowl of soup, everyone felt better as they talked about things unrelated to Jordan. Richard commented on how great Michael looked despite his recent injury. Janelle praised the team's record, and there was small talk about school in general. Then came the more difficult subject which could no longer be avoided - what to do about a service. "Your mother and I have been discussing maybe having a private remembrance instead of a public funeral. Given all the trouble Jordan's been in of late, it would feel kind of like a spectacle. Well-meaning people wouldn't know what to say and neither would we. We don't have a church anyway." "I think something private would be best." Lance agreed. "Are you thinking of cremation?" "We were unless you're opposed to it." "No, that's fine with me. Will it be soon?" "We've called the funeral home, but can't proceed until the autopsy is completed. They believe the cause of death was a piece of metal from the gun which pierced his heart and killed him instantly, but the authorities also want a toxicology report. That shouldn't take too long." "Good, I want to have this over and get on with life," Lance said. "I hope I don't sound uncaring, because I'm really not. It's just that I can't have it hanging over me a long time." "We feel the same way," Janelle agreed. "It's all very hard and I know we'll grieve for a while. But, we've already been grieving over him..." "It's true," Richard agreed. "The past several years have been trying ones. Yet, I never wanted to lose Jordan and I certainly don't want to lose you either, Lance. That's why I'm going to say something that may be out of line, but I've been talking to Coach Torrance about this because I knew he'd understand since he has two sons who are out and proud..." "Dad can't we talk about something else?" "No, please let me finish. I think the two of you are more than teammates and I want you to know that I'm okay with that, really I am." "Mom?" Lance asked, looking at his mother. "Yes, I am too. We know this is an awkward time to be discussing the subject, but we're both aware of how gay teens can get depressed and consider committing suicide. Stress, like the death of a sibling, can increase those feelings and we just don't want anything to happen to you!" she ended with tears running down her cheeks. "Oh God, Mom and Dad, you don't know how much I appreciate you! Michael's family figured us out, maybe before we did, and they're in our corner. This is awesome! Thanks." Their lunch meeting ended with several hugs out in the parking lot before they went their separate ways. ---------- Although the private service for Jordan wasn't held until Saturday, Lance went back to school on Tuesday. He, like the Torrance boys, thought it was better to get back into the routine than to sit more or less idle at home. Not that he wouldn't have enjoyed romping in the bed with Michael, but it didn't seem right to do so until after the funeral. His first day back might have been awkward had it not been for his boyfriend and others who surrounded him. The first guys he ran into in the morning were Tommy and Tanner. They hugged him without reservation. "Thanks guys. I still feel awful about what he was intending to do to you. I still don't know what to say." "I can say it in one sentence," Tanner told him. "You are not your brother and you are not responsible for your brother's actions!" "God, I'm glad he didn't get to carry through!" Lance exclaimed. "You guys are awesome!" Andy, Devin, and several other guys dapped fists or squeezed Lance's shoulder as well. Before he'd reached homeroom, he knew he was loved. Even Ava, whom he didn't know really well, gave him a hug when he arrived there. ---------- The memorial service for Jordan was fairly short, but gave comfort to the Cook family. It was attended by Michael and his family as well. Michael had asked Father Winkler, his parish priest, if he'd be willing to officiate. The priest hadn't hesitated in taking on the difficult assignment. In so doing, he opened up a line of communication that caused Lance's parents to ask about attending a service at Christ Church. Lance felt that Jordan's legacy could become something more positive than he'd ever imagined. ---------- On Saturday night, the Cougars participated in the playoffs which turned out to be their final game of the year. Michael went to cheer on his team, and especially a certain receiver. Despite the day's events, Lance had his head in the game, catching a very long pass and running it into the end zone. The offensive game was excellent, but unfortunately the team lost because their defense simply wasn't able to hold the line as well as it had when Michael had been a part of the team. His drive and encouragement had been the glue holding them together. In reporting the scores on the sports casts, it almost sounded as if Coolidge had taken the title. Almost to a man, the reporters praised the efforts of the scrappy Cougars in coming so close despite all their problems. Several of them mentioned that Michael had been a key defensive player before being sidelined by an injury. They remarked about how well he'd performed despite his size. Tark was also full of praise for his men when they assembled in the locker room. He reminded them that they had done their best and that no one could take that away from them. They left with their heads held high, remembering more how far they had come that season than the fact that they hadn't won that night. ---------- Lance took Michael home with him. This would be the long-awaited sleepover that he'd planned before Michael's injury. Janelle had a snack ready for them because she knew her son's appetite when he played an important game. He always ate early and lightly before a game and was starved when he got home afterwards. The boys sat around the kitchen table with Richard and Janelle until Lance started to yawn and they headed off to bed. "Okay, I might be too tired to do what I want to do with you, but we'll see after we cuddle bare-ass." Lance announced. Immediately, the bulge in Michael's jeans expanded in anticipation. "I'll try not to get my hopes up," Michael joked. "Too late for that," Lance snickered as he caressed his crotch. They undressed each other, and after about ten minutes of making out, Lance turned his body around with his feet toward the headboard and proceeded to prove that he wasn't as tired as he'd originally feared. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- Author's notes: Every once in a while I seem to miss posting the name of someone who emailed during the current week. Sorry! Hope I haven't this time. My list includes: Paul F, Rutabaga, Bill T, Paul R, Roger L, Tim K, Danny A, Ott H, Bill K, Ken G, Jim W, Walt S, Trish R, Steffan F, Jim C, Tom A, JTR, and Jack B. I'm requesting thoughts and prayers for all those trying to heal from the ravages of recent tornadoes. >From time to time, I've mentioned services like The Trevor Project. This can be a lifeline for young people who are having problems dealing with their orientation. I've listed their phone number as well as website below. The Trevor Project provides life-saving and life-affirming resources through their nationwide, 24/7 crisis intervention lifeline, digital community and advocacy/educational programs that create a safe, supportive and positive environment for everyone. Visit The Trevor Project website or call their lifeline at 866-488-7386. I think you might like the plea from grandparents in favor of same-sex marriage. Paul R sent the link. http://www.advocate.com/News/Daily_News/2012/03/02/WATCH_Religious_Grandparents_Speak_Out_For_Same_Sex_Marriage/ Peace and love, David