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A Chance Meeting Copyright: Brain Tre Chapter 6
Scott sat with Brett for a long time. The only sound that could be heard was the quiet beep of the heart monitor, and the gentle wheezing sound that the respirator had made, helping Brett to breath. He held his hand, stroking the back of it. He, suddenly, did not want Brett to be out of his life. Sure, they had been through a lot, but Scott still cared for him. Deep down inside, Scott knew a part of him would always love Brett, maybe even more than a friend. He looked down at Brett's pale face. He should not be kept alive like this. Scott knew the machines were doing all the work for Brett. If they unhooked the machines Brett would die. Scott started to weep quietly again, at the thought of losing his first love permanently.
Rita walked into the room, and gently placed her hand on Scott's shoulder. He looked up at her, wiping the tears away. Her face was red and puffy. She had been crying. Brett was all she had left in the world, since Brett's father had passed away while Brett was still in high school. Brett was her life now. Sure she worked, but her top priority was Brett, even though he no longer lived with her.
"He still loves you," Rita said simply.
"I know."
"Here, the paramedics found this on him," Rita said, handing Scott an envelope with his name on it, "do you think I could spend some time with him?"
"Yes, of course," Scott said, letting go of Brett's hand, and standing up. He looked back at him one more time before he left the room and walked to the waiting room area at the end of the hallway.
Scott sat in a chair that someone had turned to look out the window. He saw cars rushing past the hospital. Everyone in a rush to get somewhere. Appointments, home, work. Work. Scott looked at his watch; it was almost noon. He was due in to work at 3:00 that afternoon. He slumped back in his chair as he saw a police car go speeding by the hospital. His mind turned to Chris, his boyfriend; they have had so much fun together the past week, now this. Scott turned the envelope in his hands over and over. He was afraid to open it.
Still looking out the window, Scott's trembling hands began to slowly open the envelope with his name on it. There was a single sheet of paper inside.
Scott carefully unfolded the paper and looked down at the words on the page, and began to read to himself.
It was a letter to him, from Brett:
"Dear Scott,
I guess I really do express myself better in writing than I do in person or even on the phone. I know when I showed up at your work the other day I put you in a tough position. I am also guessing that they guy that was obviously waiting for you is your new boyfriend, or at the very least, the guy you are currently dating. I have no excuse for my actions of the past, whether it was the distant past or the recent week. I treated you horribly, and you always deserved better than I could give you. When we were together, you always gave more to the relationship than I ever did. Truth be known, I know you had fallen in love with me, and I started to fall in love with you too. I got scared. I had never loved anyone the way I loved you. So I did the only thing I could think of to do when I am scared. I ran away, and by running away I pushed you away. And then you did not give up on me. For so long, you still called me, you still wanted to be friends, and I was a shit to you. Then we started fighting with each other. We would not be able to see each other without fighting. And then, well, then we stopped speaking completely. On the outside, I put on a front of being happy. I dated other guys, but I always found myself comparing them to you, and none of them ever last very long. You were a true friend to me, even when I ended our relationship as a couple. And I never once thanked you. Maybe that is what this letter is for. To thank you. To thank you for everything you have ever done for me. I do not blame you for finally giving up on me. I do apologize that I was not able to face my true feelings for you a lot sooner than this. I accept the fact that you no longer love me. I accept the fact that you no longer want me in your life. I accept the fact that we are merely acquaintances now. Scott, I love you with all my heart. I know I cannot change things, but maybe, just maybe you can find it in your heart to forgive me.
I Love You
Brett"
Scott sat in the chair with tears in his eyes. He continued to stare out the window, letting the paper sit in his lap. He began to weep audibly. He did not know what to do anymore. He still felt a strong connection with Brett, but he felt a strong connection with Chris now too. He heard a clock chime. He looked up and realized he needed to get to work. He went back into Brett's room, and told Rita he had to be going to work, and that he would stop by the next day. Rita gave him a few more minutes alone with Brett.
Scott picked up Brett's hand as he had done earlier, and gently stroked the back of it. Whispering in Brett's ear, he told him that he loved him, that he would always love him, and that they would forever remain friends, not just friendly acquaintances. Then, he whispered one more thing. Scott told Brett that he forgave him. Then, Scott leaned down, and gently kissed Brett's lips.
At work, Scott made himself very work oriented. He did not want to give himself time to think about Brett or anything else going on. Although it was difficult, he was succeeding pretty well. He did, however, get looks from his co-workers as he jumped from one project to the next. None of them had ever seen him work this hard before. Donna had to tell him to slow down; otherwise they would not have anything to do later on during the week.
Donna knew something was wrong, but she also knew Scott well enough to know that he was not ready to talk about it. She looked out into the parking lot and saw Chris walking toward the store. She could not help but think that Chris would not know when Scott was ready to talk about something. She elected to not meddle in their business, and she smiled as Chris walked past her toward Scott who was at the back of store, reorganizing storage units.
"Hey beautiful," Chris whispered into Scott's ear as he walked up behind him.
Scott jumped, startled. When he realized who it was he simply said, "Hi."
"So, what time is your dinner break?"
"Oh, umm, I am not taking one tonight, cause I was late."
"Late? Uh oh, did you get stopped for speeding again?" Chris asked jokingly.
"Speeding? Huh? No, I was umm, I was busy with some stuff."
Chris looked at him puzzled.
Scott looked at him, and then quickly went back to his task at hand.
"Umm, Scott?"
"Hmm..."
"Is everything ok?"
"Fine."
"You sure? You do not seem like yourself, and you were fine when I brought you home this morning."
Scott looked at him. He had tears in his eyes.
"Baby, what happened?" Chris asked.
Scott tried to talk, but he choked on his words. Chris pulled Scott to him in a hug. He looked up at Donna who was watching the whole thing. She motioned for them to go into the back office.
"Scott, what's the matter?"
"It, it's...it's Brett."
"Your ex?" Chris asked with a slight worried tone in his voice.
Scott nodded.
"What about him?"
"He, he's in the hospital. He might die."
Chris did not know what to say. All he really knew about Brett was how badly he had hurt Scott at one time, and that Scott had been in love with him. He did not know anything to do except wrap his arms around Scott and tell him everything would be ok.
After Scott calmed down, he asked Chris if he would mind if he just went back to work. I was helping him to not think about things. He had not told Chris about the letter. Chris was not offended. He knew Scott loved him. He felt confident that Brett was not someone he should feel threatened by or anything like that, but he knew that Scott and Brett shared a history together, one that could not just be forgotten. He kissed Scott on the lips and told him he would go, he had some cleaning to do around his place anyway. Before he left, he asked Scott if he would stay the night with him that night. Scott hesitated at first, but agreed. He knew he would be better to be with someone else, rather than dwelling on Brett and the accident alone.
Scott's shift went by quickly because he kept himself busy. He had actually succeeded in not thinking about Brett for a better part of the evening. He was looking forward to spending the night with Chris. All he wanted right then, was to be held in Chris's strong arms.
He pulled up to Chris's place and saw the lights on. He knew Chris would he up waiting for him. He sighed a contented sigh. He knew Chris loved him. And he knew he loved Chris. He felt bad thinking this, but a part of him wishes he had never met Brett because then he would not have to be dealing with this entire situation. He cursed himself for thinking things like that as he walked up to the door and rang the doorbell.
Chris answered it with a big smile. Scott walked in, and although it was late, Chris had set up a candlelight dinner. He looked over at Chris who had a big, dopey grin on his face.
"What's this for?" Scott asked.
"For you," Chris said, walking up to Scott and sliding his hands around his waist.
"And what did I do to deserve this?"
"Nothing, really. I just thought you would like some dinner, since I know you did not eat today."
"Is that all?" Scott asked raising his eyebrows a little.
"Well, I was hoping to maybe help keep your mind off of, well, you know, things..." Chris trailed off.
He looked at Scott who had tears in his eyes.
"Shit, baby, I'm sorry, I didn't mean..."
"No, no," Scott interrupted, "thank you. It's beautiful. I guess I just have some stuff to deal with."
"Well, sometimes talking about it helps," Chris suggested.
"Hmm...I dunno. What if you end up hating me when I am done talking."
"Impossible. I am hopelessly in love with you, and I know you feel the same about me."
Scott did not say anything; he walked over to the table and sat down, and took a sip of the wine that Chris had already poured into the glass. Chris sat brought over a delicious-smelling filet mignon, and served Scott, and then he sat down and served himself. The two men ate quietly, and Scott began telling him more about Brett and everything that had transpired between the two men since the first time they had met. Chris listened attentively. Scott could not decide whether or not to tell Chris about the letter Brett had been carrying on him when he was in the accident. As he told Chris how the doctors had no idea if Brett would live or die, he began to tear up. His voice began to crack as he told Chris what Brett looked like hooked up to the life support machines. He stopped. He looked at Chris who had tears in his eyes now. He took a piece of paper from his pocket and passed it across the table to Chris.
"His mother said they found this on him when he was in the accident," Scott said.
Chris looked at him, and then opened the paper, and read the letter quietly to himself. When he was done reading, he folded the letter up and handed it back to Scott. He did not speak a word. He stood up and walked to the other side of the table. Scott had already stood up, not sure of what Chris was going to do. Chris walked to Scott, and pulled him to him, and gave him a long, tight hug. Both of the men were crying now.
"I need to ask you something, and I hope you do not get upset with me for asking this," Chris said, "but do you...would you rather be with Brett, than with me? I mean as partners."
Scott looked him right in the eye, and spoke, "no."
Chris hugged him again, "that is all I needed to know. I love you so much, and I will always be here for you. I know you still have some feelings for him; I would not expect you to not. Especially not after all the two of you have been through."
"I love you Chris."
Chris kissed Scott on the lips, and then led him into his bedroom again. The two men hesitated at first, and then they began to undress each other. They caressed the skin they exposed, feeling as though it were their first time being together. They explored each other's body with their hands and fingers. As Chris laid Scott back on the bed, he whispered in his ear.
"Are you sure?" Chris asked, "I mean, with everything that has happened."
"More sure than I have ever been before. I love you, and I need you. I need us to be as one tonight. Make love to me. Make the hurt go away."
Chris placed his lips against Scott's, and felt the tension in Scott's body begin to disappear. He loved this man with all his heart, and he knew, fully, that Scott loved him just as much. He felt Scott wrap his arms around him, stroking his back, as he moved to lie on top of Scott.
Scott snaked his tongue into Chris's mouth. He wanted this man more than anything right now. He had an awful day, and wanted Chris to make all his hurting and pain go away. He rubbed his hands up and down Chris's back. Slowly, he worked them down to Chris's ass, where he squeezed each fleshy globe, causing Chris to grind his hardening cock into Scott's crotch.
Chris held Scott close to him. He did not want their lovemaking to be frenzied and rushed. He knew his boyfriend was dealing with a lot of things right then, and he wanted Scott to feel nothing except pleasure. Slowly, He began kissing his way away from Scott's mouth. He moved his mouth down to Scott's neck. He nuzzled into him. Sucking and kissing the flesh there. He moved over slightly, and sucked an earlobe into his mouth. Scott moaned showing Chris he enjoyed what was happening to him. Chris was rubbing his hands up and down Scott's bare chest, pinching his nipples as he went. As Chris's mouth moved lower, Scott began to roll his head back and forth on the pillow, in ecstasy, he continued to moan.
Chris moved his mouth even lower. Circling Scott's nipples, down to his navel. He nuzzled his nose into Scott's pubic hair, inhaling deeply, savoring the wonderful aroma that his boyfriend gave off. As he grasped Scott's hard cock in his hand, Scott thrust his hips upwards a little. Without any more hesitation, Chris lowered his mouth onto the leaking cock he held in his hand. He enjoyed the taste of his lover's precum, and he was getting all the pleasure he needed knowing that he was helping to ease some of Scott's tension.
As he swallowed Scott down to the base, into his throat, Scott cried out. Chris felt the warm seed as it flowed down his gullet. He smiled and continued to milk Scott until he got all of the juice that his boyfriend had in him. He eagerly swallowed every last drop that Scott had to offer. Slowly, as he felt Scott's cock beginning to go limp, Chris pulled his mouth off of him, and crawled back up beside Scott on the bed.
"I love you so much," Chris whispered into Scott's ear.
"I know. I love you too. Now it is my turn," Scott replied, pushing himself up a little bit.
Chris put his hand back on Scott's chest.
"Babe, I want you to rest. You have had a stressful day, besides, it's umm...not necessary."
Scott looked at him with a puzzled look.
"I, sort of, well, got off, while I was going down on you."
"You did?!" Scott asked a little surprised.
"Heh, yeah. What can I say, you turn me on like no one ever has before."
Scott wrapped his arms around Chris and pulled him close to him. Whispering in his ear how much he loved him, and never wanted to lose him. Chris hugged him back, returning the sentiment. Holding each, afraid that if they let go, they would lose each other, the two men drifted off to sleep in each other's arms.
Early the next morning, Chris rolled over and reached his arm out to pull his lover closer to him. He felt only the mattress and the cool sheets where Scott's warm body should have been. He opened his eyes. Scott was not in the room. He got out of bed and slid into his bathrobe, and padded his way from his bedroom, through his house, in search of his boyfriend.
He heard some sound coming from the living room. He stepped into the doorway, and saw Scott curled up on the couch, staring at the TV screen, on which the movie Beautiful Thing was playing. Chris stepped through the doorway, and the floorboard creaked beneath his feet. Scott looked over at him. Tears filled his eyes. Chris looked lovingly at him, and then went over to the couch to sit with him.
Chris had no sooner sat down, and then Scott collapsed into his arms crying.
"He's going to die, and I never got to tell him," Scott managed to say in between sobs.
"He's not going to die," Chris said, rubbing his hands up and down Scott's arms.
"You didn't see him. And I never got to tell him."
"Tell him what?" Chris asked.
Scott cried a little harder.
"Scott, please. Tell him what?" Chris pushed him a little more.
"That I forgive him. That I forgave him long ago. That the day I realized I did not want he and I to be anything more than just friends, I forgave him for everything he did to me. And then he comes back in my life, and I was horrible to him. Now it's too late."
Scott was crying heavily, and clinging to Chris as though his life depended on it. Chris just held him close. He was not really sure what else he could do. He cradled Scott in his arms for a long time before Scott finally calmed down enough and fell asleep in his arms. Chris carried him back to bed, and lay him down and covered him up. He slid into bed next to him, and Scott immediately curled up into Chris, burying his face into Chris's chest.
Chris just sighed and fell asleep as well.
The next morning, Scott woke up, still clinging to Chris. He sighed heavily as he remembered the break down he'd had the night before. He leaved over and kissed Chris on the cheek, causing him to stir a little. Scott was sitting up in the bed, as Chris rolled over and opened his eyes.
"How you feeling?" Chris asked.
"Better. I am really sorry about..." Scott started.
"There is no reason to apologize, so don't worry about it."
"Thanks."
"So, do you have to work today?" Chris asked.
"No, I have today off, so I guess that's cool. What about you?"
"I gotta pull the graveyard shift. I get off duty at two in the morning."
"Hmm..." Scott had a contemplative look on his face.
Chris kissed Scott, "what are you thinking?" he asked.
"I was thinking it was time for some real closure."
Chris looked at him inquisitively.
"I think I wanna go to the hospital, and tell Brett, whether he can hear me or not, just how I feel."
"You sure you are ready for that?"
"Guess there is only one way to find out," Scott said as he eased his naked body from the bed.
Chris stared at him, love in his eyes.
"So, you wanna come help me wash up a little?" Scott asked with a wink as he headed towards the bathroom.
Chris heard the shower turn on, and he almost jumped out of bed, eager to be with his boyfriend again, especially since Scott was obviously feeling a lot better emotionally.
He walked into the bathroom, which had already started to fill with steam, and he could see Scott's figure silhouetted against the shower curtain. Chris's cock was already standing at attention, as he opened the shower curtain.
"There room in there for one more?" he asked Scott who was grinning like the Cheshire cat.
Scott reached out and stroked Chris's cock with his soapy hand. That was all the encouragement Chris needed. He stepped under the spray, wrapping his arms around Scott, and diving his mouth into Scott's neck. He kissed, nipped, and sucked at the flesh he found there.
Scott's hands, meanwhile, were kneading the flesh of Chris's ass cheeks. Slowly, he slipped a soapy finger into the tight opening. Chris moaned in pleasure, and brought his mouth back to Scott's where their tongues fought to get inside each other's mouth.
Chris reached down, and grabbed both cocks in one hand and stroked them together. He wanted to taste Scott so badly. He began to sink to his knees when Scott stopped him. Chris looked at him questioningly, and Scott simply lay down on the floor of the tub, his cock pointing straight up in the air. Chris knew what Scott wanted. He positioned himself over his boyfriend, in a 69. The water spraying down them only turned them on even more, as they both began to swallow each other down.
Scott continued to work his fingers in and out of Chris's ass as he swallowed the thick, hard, dripping cock into his throat. He massaged the head of Chris's cock with his throat muscles. He relished the taste of the juice that was beginning to flow into his gullet. He could feel his own cock head, as it too was being swallowed. He loved the way Chris would swallow hard, and then softly, varying how much stimulation his throat gave to Scott's cock. As he inhaled deeply from Chris's pubic hair, Scott slid a third finger into the tight opening. Chris screamed out.
Chris glanced down at Scott, who just wiggled his eyebrows at him. His boyfriend was massaging his prostate. Chris knew if this kept up he would not be able to last. His own sucking of Scott was getting more frenzied as it was. He wanted more. He pulled his mouth from Scott's dick, and turned himself around. As his tongue slid into Scott's mouth, he felt Scott's fingers back at his asshole.
"Mmm...so that's what you want?" Chris breathed heavily as he broke the kiss.
"Right now baby, more than anything, I wanna fuck you."
"Fuck me huh? No lovemaking?"
"Baby, we'll make love tonight, right now, I just wanna screw," Scott said it; he could not believe he had said it. He was almost worried Chris was going to be upset with him for it.
"C'mon then, let's get a little more comfy. We might need some more room."
The two men stood up and stepped out of the shower. Not even bothering to dry off, they started toward the bedroom. Chris entered before Scott did. As he turned around to face Scott, he was pushed back onto the bed. Scott jumped on top of him. Never before had they both been so worked up. It had been an emotional night, and right now, they both just longed for release.
Scott walked, on his knees, up and sat down on Chris's chest. As Chris opened his mouth, Scott slid his rock hard cock all the way. Chris just relaxed and swallowed him down. Chris slid his hands onto Scott's ass and began to pull Scott in even more. Scott took the cue, and slowly slid his cock out some, and then back in. Before long, Scott had begun to develop a good rhythm of fucking Chris's mouth. Chris's moans of pleasure were muffled, but Scott knew Chris was enjoying this as much as he was. Scott wanted more however.
He pulled his cock from Chris's mouth, and instinctively, Chris spread his legs further apart. He knew he was about to get the ass fucking of a lifetime, and he could not wait. As Scott moved in between Chris's legs, he lifted them over his shoulders, and leaned down, and slipped his tongue into Chris's mouth. The two men made out while Scott managed to unroll a condom over his stiff cock.
Scott broke the kiss and leaned back a little. Chris could feel his lover's cock head at his opening. He looked at Scott and nodded. Scott pushed, and Chris's tight ring relaxed, and Scott slid completely inside. Scott rested a moment, and looked deep into Chris's eyes. They were filled with lust.
"Fuck me," Chris said.
Scott smiled, and pulled his cock almost all the way out, until just the tip remained inside, and then he thrust himself back inside. Chris screamed out in pleasure. Scott just started thrusting in and out of Chris. He moved harder and faster with each thrust. Chris had lowered his legs, and they were now wrapped around Scott, and he held him closer as his boyfriend fucked him. Chris looked up into Scott's eyes. They were filled with love and lust all at the same time.
As Scott continued thrusting in and out, Chris began to loosen and tighten his ass in time with each thrust from his boyfriend. He was driving Scott crazy. Scott knew he was not going to last much longer. He reached down and took Chris's oozing cock in his hand, and began to stroke it fast and hard, as he kept sliding in and out.
Sweat was covering their bodies, and the only sounds that could be heard were the heavy breathing, and moans and groans, and of course, the smacking of flesh against flesh as the two men continued to couple. Scott could not take it any longer. With a powerful thrust, he shoved himself all the way inside of Chris, making one final assault on Chris's prostate and begin to fill the condom with his juice. As he cried out from the orgasm, Chris, too, erupted, covering their bodies with his seed as well.
Scott collapsed on top of Chris, breathing heavily. Chris turned his head, and his mouth met Scott's. The two shared a long and loving kiss. As they broke the kiss, the just looked at each other, smiled, and started to laugh a little.
"I think we both needed that," Chris said.
"Mm hmm..." Scott said as he sucked at Chris's neck.
"Hey baby, be careful, you want me to have to explain to the guys at the station why I have marks all over me?"
Scott lifted his head and grinned at Chris, then resumed his sucking and kissing.
Scott wrapped his arms around Chris, and the two began to drift in and out of sleep most of the morning, before they finally decided they should get out of bed, and get some stuff done. They each showered, separately, and had a nice brunch. Scott told Chris what he was going to do, as he dried the dishes that Chris was washing.
"I am gonna do it," Scott said.
"Do what?"
"I really am going to go to the hospital today, and tell him everything. I owe it to him."
Chris looked at him, and Scott could see everything Chris wanted to say to him in his eyes.
"I love you Chris."
"I love you too."
Scott went right to the hospital from Chris's house. He was a little nervous as he rode the elevator to the floor where Brett was. He wiped his palms on his jeans as the elevator doors opened. Scott took a deep breath, and stepped into the hallway. He could this, he knew it. It had to be done.
He slowly walked down the hallway. The walls, ceiling and floor seemed so white to him. So sterile. The lights seemed too bright too. It was odd how walking through the hallways, knowing what he was going to, he could perceive all of these things.
He stepped into the doorway of Brett's room. He saw Rita there; she was kneeling down like she was praying. Scott coughed a little, to let her know someone else was in the room.
"Scott, I am glad you stopped by again," Rita said, standing up. She came over and gave him a hug.
"Well, I was sort of hoping I could talk to Brett alone for a minute. I just need to tell him some stuff, well..."
"I'm happy. When you are finished, do you think I could talk to you as well?"
"Of course."
"Thank you. Now I will leave you alone."
Rita closed the door behind her, and Scott sat down in the chair next to Brett's bed. He picked Brett's hand up and held it in his own.
"Brett, there is so much to say, and I do not know how to tell you all of it. I sure hope you can hear me. I don't know if you will ever recover fully from the accident, your mom has not told me anything that the doctors have said. But, well, you know me, I try and be optimistic, but it usually never works out that way, so I just wanna tell you some stuff.
"First of all, I read the letter you gave me. I do believe you when you say you still love me. I want you to know a part of does still love you, and always will. You were the first man I ever truly opened up to. And, you also need to know this: I forgave you a long time ago. I have always thought of you as a friend, and always will. You were there for me during a lot of rough spots, believe me, I never forgot that. Regardless of what happens, you will always have a place in my thoughts and in heart Brett."
With that, Scott leaned over and kissed Brett on the forehead. He sighed heavily, and then opened the door to go find Rita. Scott got a feeling that he was never going to see Brett again after that moment.
Chris was decided to surprise Scott and stop over after duty. He figured if the light was on, then he would know Scott was still up. Chris pulled up, and saw Scott's living room light still on, so he went inside, and knocked on the door. No one answered. He knocked a little harder, thinking maybe Scott had started to doze off. Still, he got no answer. Chris tried the knob, and the door was unlocked. He stepped quietly inside and shut the door. He did not want to startle Scott into thinking there was an intruder in his house. He walked into the living room, and saw Scott curled up on the couch, he looked to be asleep, and by the looks of his puffy face and red eyes, he had been crying. Chris sighed, figuring things did not go as well as Scott had hoped at the hospital.
Scott woke up as he was being laid down on his bed. He looked up and saw Chris standing over him. He held his arms out for Chris, and Chris lay down on him, so Scott could hug him closely. Scott had started to cry a little again.
"Wanna talk about it?" Chris asked.
Scott just shook his head.
"Ok. Come here," Chris said, sitting back against the pillows, allowing Scott to rest his head against Chris's chest.
"He's dead," Scott managed to say.
"Oh baby, I'm so sorry," Chris said pulling Scott tighter to him.
"It's ok. I mean, I was able to talk to him, before, well, before..." Scott trailed off.
"Mm hmm," Chris replied rubbing his hand up and down Scott side.
"His mom told me she was going to pull the plug. I asked her why, since he had only been hooked up to the machines for a couple of days."
"Yeah..." Chris said.
"Well, she started to cry. I guess Brett had some sort of living will, saying that if he did not want to be hooked up to machines to keep him alive. So he had already made the decision to not be hooked up."
"Wow, babe, I am so sorry you had to go through all this."
"No, it's ok. I mean, sure I am sad and all, and I spent a better part of the night crying, but if it is what he wanted, and at least he is not suffering now."
"That's a good way to look at it."
"I am sure in a few days, I will be back to normal."
"I know babe. I know."
The two men shared a lingering kiss, and then, helped each other to undress.
The slid in bed next to each other, and cuddled up together. Scott lay his head down on Chris's chest, and the two men fell asleep, once again, in each other's arms.
Well, that is the end of chapter 6. As always, you can learn more about me and stuff on my website http://www.angelfire.com/me4/braintre10. I love getting feedback, especially good feedback, so feel free to email me at braintre1@hotmail.com . I will usually answer all emails within a day or two, unless something weird happens. Also, chapter 7 is in the works, as are one or two other stories right now, but those may have to wait until August, since I have one more week of classes, then working every day until July 26...and I leave for a much needed vacation on July 27. So thanks for everything. Cheers!!!