Date: Thu, 28 Sep 2006 13:15:39 -0700 (PDT)
From: D B <fupduck_il@yahoo.com>
Subject: Life Goes On - David and Chad #54

STANDARD DISCLAIMER: This is the continuation of David's story.  One of two
boys loving each other.  So the same disclaimer applies.  If you can't
handle that, or it's illegal to read this in your area, or you're underage,
then now is the time to leave.  If you continue reading after that
admonishment, Nifty and I aren't responsible.

There could also be incidents of unprotected sex.  As always, I don't
condone this practice - especially in this day and age.

Well, wow.  THANKS to everyone who has emailed me regarding the
continuation of the story.  It was nice to hear from old friends - and new
ones - who have been following along with David's life.

Also thanks for all the well-wishes and 'welcome backs.'  I have to admit,
it's good to be back.  Hopefully the continuation will be worth the wait.

Take care, and be safe.

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FROM CHAPTER 53

"Maybe I'll just climb back into bed."

"No way, now with that stuff all over you."

"Yeah, yeah, okay, I'm going."

Chad grinned, "See ya soon?"

"No doubt," David answered as he walked to the shower.

Outside, the snow continued to melt.


LIFE GOES ON - DAVID AND CHAD #54 - Into Each Life, Some Snow Must Fall


David was rinsing off when he heard the phone ring.  The muffled voice of
his boyfriend lowered until David couldn't hear it over the spray.
Finished washing the soap off, he turned off the shower and slid back the
curtain to retrieve a towel.  He jerked a little in surprise when he
discovered Chad standing naked in front of him, a towel in his hand.

"Thanks, man," David said, grinning.

"No sweat, ummm, that was your mom on the phone, she wants you to call her
back."

"Mom?  What did she want?"

"I dunno, she didn't say much."

"Oh, okay, thanks again, kiddo," David replied, wrapping the damp towel
around his waist.  "Umm, I'm gonna go back and cover up," Chad stated
softly, turning to walk back out the door.

"Okay, I'll be there in a few," David replied, only getting a silent nod in
return.

David finished his normal after-shower duties and, leaving the towel
wrapped around him, walked back into the main part of the room.  Chad was
slipping into a pair of jeans, and David watched as the teen pulled them up
and buttoned them, then turned to face David.

"Better call your mom, she sounded kinda upset."

"Okay," David answered, reading Chad's mood, and reaching for the phone.

"Hi mom, what's up?" David said into the receiver as he sat, then reclined
on the bed with his back against the headboard.

"Just wondering how you were doing," she responded sharply.

"Doing pretty good, just making up my mind when I'm going back."

"Oh, what is Chad doing there?"

David's mood changed at the tone of her voice.  "We went sledding at the
school yesterday, then got snowed in.  It was easier just to have him spend
the night here than try to navigate the roads."

"He spent the night?"

"Yes, why?"

"Do you think that was such a good idea?"

David glanced at Chad, who was still standing shirtless next to the bed, a
worried expression clouding his face.  He smiled at the teen, then patted
the bed next to him.  Chad hesitated, then slowly sank down on the bed next
to David, a foot separating them.  David shot him a questioning glance,
then his mother's voice redirected his attention.

"David, I don't think it was a good idea to have Chad spend the night.  Why
couldn't his parents pick him up?"

"Well, mom," David replied, an angry tone beginning to suffuse his voice,
"would you much rather have had me have an accident and hurt us both?  And
by the way, his parents got snowed in at work and couldn't make it home
either."

"Didn't you check the weather forecast before you went?  If you had, then
we wouldn't be in this position."

"'We wouldn't be in this position'?  What the heck are you talking about?"

"David, don't you think people will start to talk with all this time you've
been spending with him?"

"Oh jeeez, mom, are we back to THIS again?"

"No need to get an attitude, David."

David slid his arm around Chad's neck and pulled him closer.  With his arm
still draped loosely around the teen's neck, he squeezed slightly and
smiled at Chad.  "I'm not the one with the attitude.  You seem to think
that.....," David's comment was interrupted by his mother's angry voice.

"David, I will not have you doing who knows what in a motel room that I
paid for with a teenage boy."

David's anger jumped up a notch.  He took a deep breath and said, "And what
do you think is going on?"

"Well, I don't know, but I can imagine."

"And what can you imagine?" David asked, tossing the ball back into his
mother's court.

"Well, I can't say them over the phone."

"Why not?  You seem to have this all figured out."

"Don't use that tone with me, I'm your mother, David."

"Here we go again," David sighed heavily into the phone.  "You seem to
think all this bad stuff about all my friends.  You thought I was on drugs
because Kel was, and a while ago, you were saying the same thing about Chad
and me.  Now it's happening again.  What do you want me to say?"

"I want you to take Chad home, David."

"Why?"

"Because."

"You know, mom, I really think that you need to stop imagining stuff.  It's
really getting on my nerves.  Do you think Chad's parents would have agreed
to this if THEY thought what you're thinking?"

"Just take him home, David."

David was boiling.  Chad was tensed up, ready to jump off the bed.  He said
into the phone, "Mom, I'm going to call you back.  Right now I'm too pissed
off to talk to you and might say something I don't want to.  So, goodbye."
He slammed the receiver back into the cradle, eliciting a partial ring from
the phone, then turned to Chad.  "Chill out a sec, kiddo.  Okay?"

Tightening his arm around Chad's neck slightly, he willed himself to calm
down.  No sense in telling Chad to chill out, if he wasn't.  After a few
seconds, he sighed then turned his face to his boyfriend's.  "Look, mom is
being a pain.  We're used to that.  Just relax, okay?  It'll work out."

"She was really weird on the phone when she called," Chad replied softly.
"She asked what I was doing here."

"Did she say anything else to you?"

"No, just to have you call her back."

David breathed an inward sigh of relief.  "Okay, well, she's uptight
because you're here.  That's all."

"Why?"

David shrugged, "She's just being mom.  Was she mean to you on the phone?"

"Not really."

"Okay, well that's something.  I think we.....," his next words were
interrupted by the phone ringing again.

"Hello?"

"Dave, I think it's a good idea that you and the kid leave for a little
bit," Lynn's whispered voice came through the receiver.

"Why?"

"Mom's getting ready to come over there."

"Shit, Lynn, what's going on?"

"I dunno, Dave, but she's in one of her moods."

"Okay, sis, thanks."

"Just go, Dave, please."

"Okay, Lynn, thanks," David replied and then was listening to the dial
tone.

"What?" Chad asked.

"We need to get dressed and out of here for a while," David replied,
quickly sliding off the bed and reaching for his jeans.

Chad was soon following suit, and within a few minutes, they were fully
dressed and in David's car.  The temperature was warming up and the snow
WAS melting as the waitress had said earlier.  The roads were still snow
covered, but most of it had turned to slush.  David backed out of the
parking space, and had to wait as a line of traffic behind a snowplow
spreading cinders and salt passed.

"C'mon, c'mon," David murmured, impatient to get the hell out of Dodge.

"What's going on, Dave?" Chad asked quietly.

"Mom's on her way," David replied, turning out of the parking lot and
joining the line of traffic behind the plow.

"Shit," Chad exclaimed.  "I'm causing a lot of trouble, aren't I?"

"No," David replied, his attention focused on the roads and the rearview
mirror.  His palms were sweaty and he wiped one then the other on his pants
leg.  "She thinks so, but I know otherwise, kiddo.  Just relax okay?  It'll
be fine."

Most of the traffic behind the plow turned onto the entrance ramp to the
highway.  David noticed that traffic was moving at almost the speed limit
and relaxed somewhat.  "Looks like the snow's going away."

"Yeah.  Where we going?"

"I've got an idea," David replied, following the plow at a safe distance up
the mountain.  "Look Chad, you haven't done anything wrong, okay?  Don't
fash about that."

"Hard not to," the teen replied sullenly.

"Yeah, guess not," David grudgingly agreed.  "But don't get your bowels in
an uproar," he added, trying to lighten the mood.

"They already are," Chad replied.

"You crap in my car, YOU clean it up."  He took his eyes off the road for a
moment to look over at the upset teenager beside him.  With one hand, he
grabbed Chad's and gave it a short squeeze.  "Love ya, kiddo."  David
smiled slightly as Chad returned the squeeze, then put his hand back on the
steering wheel.  Chad nodded, then returned his attention to the world
outside the car windows.

It took them almost 45 minutes to drive the 12 miles to David's
grandparents'.  As they gained altitude, the road became a little more
slippery with the drop in temperature and David really didn't want to get
into an accident.  As they crept down the road toward the driveway, David
grinned as he saw his grandfather playing with his favorite winter toy -
the snowblower.

"There he is, lord of the tundra," David chuckled.

"Huh?"

"Pops, he loves blowing snow."

"Kinda looks fun."

"Definitely better than shoveling," David replied.

Seeing that his grandfather had already opened one lane of the two car
driveway, David eased into the driveway, pulling up close to the garage.
He shut off the ignition, and turned to look at Chad.  "Look, just be cool.
Don't worry about anything, okay?"

Chad nodded, then opened the car door.  As they were getting out, a
snowball sailed by Chad's head, exploding harmlessly against the house.
Both turned to see David's grandfather not only with a grin, but another
snowball.  Chad yelled, then dove toward the still open car door.  The
snowball connected with his back and splattered through David's car.

"Hey now!" David laughed.  "Better watch it."

David's grandfather shut off the snowblower and began walking toward them,
still grinning.  Chad pulled his head out of the car and turned toward his
attacker.  "He loves snow, kiddo," David chuckled across the top of the
car, as the teen warily watched the man approach.

"Got ya," David's grandfather laughed as he halted a few feet in front of
them.  "So what brings you two to this winter wonderland?" he asked.

"Ahhh, just thought we'd come for a visit.  Didn't know we were gonna be
attacked," David grinned.

"Well, we're glad you did, David.  And hello to you, Chad.  Pretty good
shot, wasn't it?"

Chad theatrically rubbed his back, sour mood dissipating.  "Yeah, pretty
good.  Glad I was wearing a heavy coat.  Most of it ended up in Dave's car
anyway."

"Well, why don't you two go inside and say hello, I'll probably be out here
for another couple of hours."

David nodded and nodded his head toward Chad.  "Well, I have some slave
labor, if you get tired."

His grandfather smiled at Chad.  "So, you think you can run one of these?"

"I dunno, sir.  Never tried."

"Well, come over here then, I'll show you how it's done.  That is, unless
you're too cold, with all that snow down your back."

Chad grinned at the man, "I'm not too cold."  He looked at David.  "Can I?"

"Hey, I'm not your boss," he jerked his thumb toward his grandfather, "he
is."

"Cool," Chad exclaimed as he walked toward the snowblower.

David shook his head and watched as his grandfather explained the controls
and gave Chad his gloves.  Seeing Chad was in good hands, he turned and
walked toward the front door.  As he climbed the steps, his grandmother
opened the door and ordered, "Get in here before you catch a cold."

David laughed, "Bet you never say that to Pops."

She received her kiss from David before replying.  "You know how he is in
the snow, I've never seen an old man turn into a kid like he does."

David chuckled and slid out of his coat, hanging it in the closet.  "Well,
he's got a trainee now."

"I can see that," his grandmother replied over her shoulder as they walked
to the living room.  "I was wondering if we were going to see young Chad
before you went back to school."

"Well, I told you that you would," David said, sitting in the armchair.

"Indeed, well, it's nice to know you keep your promises."

"I try.  So how's it going up here?  The snow's really melting away down
the mountain."

"It's supposed to warm up later today, so I imagine it will soon be gone.
When are you going back to school?"

"I dunno, probably one day this week.  Get back kinda early so I can get
back into the swing of things."

His grandmother nodded and lit a cigarette.  "How are you doing?"

"Not too bad, getting mostly A's and B's.  Gettin' kinda tough now."

"I wasn't talking about school, David.  I knew you'd do well with that.  I
meant with your parents."

"Oh well, it's the usual.  You know it'll never change."

She looked over at David.  "And how's your mom?"

"Okay, you just saw her a couple days ago."

"Are you sure?"

David furrowed his eyebrows.  "Sure, why wouldn't it be?"

"A little bird told me all is not well in paradise."

"A little bird?  Maybe it should be hunting season for little birds, then."

Nanny sighed and softened her expression.  "She's giving you a hard time
again, isn't she?"

"Not really.  Nothing I can't handle," David replied.

"What is it this time?"

"I really don't want to talk about it, Nanny."

Blowing smoke out through her nose, she asked, "Does it have to do with
Chad?"

David jerked slightly in his chair and stared at her.  "Why would it?"

"Because he seems to be a sticking point with your mother, that's why."

David sighed and slowly relaxed back into his chair.  "She just won't leave
it alone, Nanny."

They were silent, the only sounds were the ticking of the grandfather's
clock and the laughing of Chad and his grandfather coming from outside.
"So what are you going to do about it?"

David shrugged, "I dunno, but Chad's a good friend, and I'm not going to
let her ruin that."

"Well, David, you're going to have to address it sooner or later.  You know
that, don't you?"

"Yeah, she just really pisses me off sometimes."

"Well, you know why you have to handle it, don't you?"

"Kinda, yeah.  'Peace in the family' and all that."

His grandmother stubbed out her cigarette in the ashtray.  "Well, that too,
but that's not the most important reason."

"Huh?"

She rolled her eyes and smiled.  "Come on, David.  You're a smart boy,
don't tell me you don't know the main reason."

"Ummm, well, it would distract me from my schoolwork?"

She snorted and reached for another cigarette.  "Would it?"

"Not really, been dealing with it for the last few years, and it really
hasn't yet."

"So......"

David was silent.  He knew the answer, but didn't want to give any hint of
the true depth of his relationship with Chad to his grandmother.  It
wouldn't be fair to put her in the middle of all this.  In the silence, he
realized the snowblower had stopped.  He heard Chad and his grandfather
laughing and talking on their way toward the garage to put the snowblower
away.  He then realized his grandmother was staring at him.

"What?" David asked.

"Nothing."

David sighed in mock frustration.  "Okay, okay, for Chad, right?"

"No," she replied smugly.

"Okay, now I'm like totally confused."

"It's not a one way street, David."

He nodded.  "Yeah, okay, I get it.  But you know what I meant."

Nanny laughed and stood up.  "Bet the 'boys' would like some hot
chocolate."

"Knowing Chad, he'll probably want something to eat too."

She laughed, "Well, he's a growing boy."

"Yep, sure is," David smiled, following her to the kitchen.

A few minutes later, a flurry of stomping and shuffling on the back steps
announced the arrival of Chad and David's grandfather.  David looked up and
grinned as the two entered the house, sliding out of their coats and
hanging them on the coat rack.  David looked at Chad, whose cheeks and
forehead were flushed with the cold, and again realized how much the teen
meant to him.  He returned Chad's grin and was regaled with his excited
rendition of the snowblowing experience.

David and his grandparent's shook their heads as they listened.  Chad was
recounting his final touches on the driveway when he abruptly stopped and
sniffed.  "Hey, what's that smell?"

David's grandmother chuckled.  "Well, young Chad, I figured that you and
the old man could use some hot chocolate to warm you up."  She motioned
toward the stove.

"Um, wow, that's like real hot chocolate with milk and stuff, isn't it?
All I ever get is the package stuff you mix with hot water," Chad related.

"Help yourself, young man," Nanny smiled.

Chad did just that, filling two mugs.  He sat down beside David and slid
one in front of him.  "There ya go.  Even though you didn't do any work."

"Thanks, kiddo," David grinned, noticing the smile on his grandmother's
face.  He gave her a slight shrug and wrapped his hands around the mug.
Chad continued with his story, not interspersed with pauses as he drank his
hot chocolate.

Finishing his story about the time he polished of his drink, he leaned
closer to David and asked, "Think I can have another cup?"

David shrugged, "Ask the boss."

Chad blushed slightly.  "Ummm, may I have another cup, ma....ummm, Nanny?"

"Well, that depends on the job you did on the driveway," she answered, a
hint of a smile on the corners of her mouth.

"He did fine.  Now quit teasing the boy and let him have as much as he
wants," David's grandfather chuckled.

Chad grinned and helped himself to another round.  The conversation around
the table was light and humorous as the four polished off, what seemed to
David, a gallon of hot chocolate.  As David put the mugs in the sink, he
said, "Well, kiddo, guess we oughta hit the road.  Check in with your
parents and see what the story is."

"Okay," Chad answered, a hint of reluctance tinging his voice.

"When do you go back to school, Chad?" Nanny asked.

"Umm, Thursday, I think."

"Well, I'm glad David brought you along.  I hope you weren't overworked."

"No way, that's was cool!" Chad enthused, then gave her a quick hug.
"Thanks."

"You're welcome, Chad.  Look out for David, okay?"

"All the time," Chad replied.  "Thanks for letting me run the snowblower
thingie," he continued to David's grandfather.

"Any time, young man."

"Okay, folks, guess it's time to go," David observed, getting up from the
table.

"David, would you do me one favor before you go?" his grandmother asked.

"Sure."

"Run out to the garage and bring in two quarts of the tomatoes I canned
that are in the fridge."

"No sweat, Nanny," David replied, shrugging into his coat.

Returning inside, he gave his grandmother a hug and kiss, lightly punched
his grandfather on the shoulder and quietly thanked him.

"David, no need for that, he had a good time."

"Yeah, well, thanks anyway."

His grandfather grinned and nodded.  "Drive safe."

"I will," David responded, then walked with Chad back out to his car.  Both
waved to his grandmother as he slowly backed out of the driveway and began
to head back to the motel.

"So, ya had a good time?"

"That was really cool," Chad answered, then became thoughtful.  "So what's
gonna happen?"

"Huh?  Oh, you mean when we get back?"

"Yeah."

"Dunno," David shrugged.

Chad sighed and slid against him, resting his arm on David's thigh.  Lost
in thought, they drove silently back down the mountain.

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