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I should probably tell you that writing porn is not my thing, and if you are looking for a lot of sex, this may not be for you. (That isn't to say that there won't be any sex;)
Chapter 1 left off:
Then, the door opened. There I was standing in a pair of briefs kissing a boy wearing little more. I was so embarrassed that I didn't even look at the intruder. When my eyes looked up I thought I was going to die.
There, as impossible as it seemed, was Kale.
Hard Times 2:
"A mighty pain to love it is, and 'tis a pain that pain to miss; but
of all the pains, the greatest pain is to love, but love in
vain."
-Abraham Crowley ****************
"How?" I finally croaked. But it was too late, he had already turned heel and left.
"Shit!" I cursed, pulling on my pants as fast as I could, Tom completely forgotten.
"Ahh, Fyr," he started to say.
"Shut it," I yelled, running out the door. Once in the hallway, I was accosted by an angry counselor who gave me brief lecture on running in the halls. I vaguely muttered an apology and tore off down the hallway, angry shouts echoing after me. Once outside, I had lost total sight of Kale and began running all over looking for him. Finally, after 10 minutes of searching I found him sitting on a swing on the far side of the grounds.
"Kale, thank god!" I panted. "We have to talk."
"I have nothing to say to you," he said coldly, getting up.
"Wait," I pleaded. "Everything we've been through doesn't merit listening to me?"
"Everything we've been through didn't merit loyalty?" he screamed tearfully.
"Please," I begged, pulling on his arm. "Let me explain."
"Fine, talk. But I promise nothing," he gave in.
"Look, I thought you were dead. I still don't understand..."
"Dead?!" he snorted. "How could I be dead?"
"I found your body in that ditch, all covered in blood. I freaked out and went to find Lucky, but when we got back you were gone."
"So you just got another lover?"
"Please, Kale," I said, tears in my eyes. "I spent a month out there, drinking until it blurred the pain. You have no idea what you meant - mean - to me."
"Fyr,"
"NO," I cut him off. "Hear me out. I got caught a week ago and I didn't even have a bottle to hide in. I thought you were dead; I needed to get over what happened. Yeah, it was a stupid decision, but I sought...something...to fill the void that you left in my life."
After a brief silence he looked at me, his face unreadable to me for the first time in over a year,
"Whatever your reasons were, we're done and your rich-boy words aren't gonna change that."
As he stood up to leave, my heart broke. I felt as if he had just taken everything I had ever loved and tossed it casually aside.
"I was there for you when no one else was," I cried after him. He stopped and looked at me, expressionless.
"I stood beside you when everyone else had forsaken you!"
"You promised," he whispered, deathly quiet.
"I never abandoned you despite what you'd done. I ask only the same from you."
"Fyr, that was not the same..."
"No," I agreed. "That was worse. And yet, I forgave it without hesitation. And you, you cannot forgive a simple misunderstanding?"
I knew I was taking a gamble; on the one hand, he owed me everything I said he did and more. On the other, I had sworn never to mention it as long as I lived.
"I," he sighed. " I...I need to be alone now." And with that, he left. I sat down beside a tree and began to cry. I didn't want to lose him, but I felt betrayed that he didn't trust me and that our separation had put a barrier between us. Out 'there,' I needed him and he needed me; it was different here. I hadn't yet given up on Kale, but I wouldn't beg him to come back either. The following few days were nothing short of agony. It was a small place, and try as I might, I saw him everywhere. He just sort of looked away guiltily every time we met, and I made no move towards him. Despite my public indifference, I still thought about him and our life together constantly. I rejected Tom's renewed efforts to seduce me, and I made little conversation with anybody. When the psychiatrist confronted me about my austere manner, I told her in no uncertain terms what she could do with her questions. She was not happy and I found myself doing the dishes every night for a week.
"Josh," called a female voice from the door of my room. I rolled over on the bed and didn't answer.
"Fyr," came back the voice, slightly perturbed.
"Yes, Dr. Green?" I replied.
"We should talk, if you don't mind."
"Well, I do mind and I believe that I made that clear the other day."
"Mmm, quite clear," she said, pursing her lips. "However, you agreed to rehab sessions and therapy when you came her."
"Agreed," I laughed derisively. "Like I had a choice! I would have been much happier living MY life. Then perhaps I wouldn't have fucked it up like I did. But, no. I'm here, I have just destroyed everything that was important to me and, on top of that, am stuck here having some tight-ass doctor tell me how to live my life."
"Josh," she said warningly.
"Don't fucking call me that, It's not my name, and no matter how much you call me that it wont change that fact. I don't give a shit what you think about my name, my past or my habits. You're not my mother, and do you really think that doing the dishes bothers me? 'Cause it doesn't."
"I'll forget that you said," she said tightly. "If you answer my questions."
Before I could answer, she went ahead and asked the worst question she could have:
"Who is that boy that you won't even look at?"
I turned around and sat up to look at her.
"You can take your questions and shove them up your ass," I said, calmly.
"Why, I... Fine, no desert for a week."
I laughed at the absurdity of it all and she called form down the hallway,
"Two weeks!"
After she was a safe distance away, I grabbed my towel and a change of clothes and went off to the shower room. I pushed open the door, absorbed in my thoughts to see a sight that pushed me over the edge. Joe was standing naked in the middle of the room, and at his feet was Kale kneeling like a whore sucking his cock. In his slender hand was clutched a 20-dollar bill. I stormed out of the shower room I passed the laundry room almost without looking. Perhaps it was fate; perhaps it was sheer bad luck, however, as I approached the door at the other side, I noticed a neatly folded security guard's uniform - holster sitting on the top of the pile. I pulled out the gun and left.
I had made it to the unused tennis courts, unseen and unheard when a screaming Kale, wearing nothing but towel around his waist brought a crowd behind him. I cocked the gun and pointed it at Kale, people screaming all around us but too afraid to approach. Kale visibly plucked up his courage and began walking towards me. I laughed mirthlessly and turned the gun to my head.
"Goodbye Kale"
By this point every police officer, security guard and warden were running top speed towards the scene. Just as a police officer was about to break through the crowd, Kale yelled,
"NO. Let me handle this."
The cop seemed to hesitate but as the others arrived, they simply formed a semi circle around us.
"What Kale," I taunted. "Never meant for me to find out?!"
"Joshua Anthony Kyle, you listen to me," he said in a voice that had once been his dominating sex tone.
"Or what," I waved my gun hand, and everyone screamed. Still advancing, slowly but surely he said,
"It was a stupid decision, I was high and not thinking Fyr. Do you think I would have really have done that to you." His eyes were watering and, high or not, he was certainly sincere in his feelings. Sincere or not, I almost laughed aloud at the irony of the situation but he wasn't finished.
"Fyr, I know it is too late and you have no reason to listen. What I did was far worse than anything you ever did to me but,... I love you." The mainly Catholic crowd gasped audibly and I felt tears start to roll down my cheeks.
"Why Kale, why?" I sobbed. "What I did, I did out of desperation. What you did, you did out of revenge. What do I owe you?"
"I love you, and admit it or not, you still love me."
"If you loved me, then why wait until now," I demanded, tears now flowing freely down my cheeks
"The way to love anything is to realize that it might be lost," quoted Kale simply, no face to face with me. That close, I could see his eyes were filled with unshed tears. I gave one final sob, dropped the gun and fell into his waiting arms. Immediately after, the police rushed in, unloaded the gun and helped me into a waiting ambulance where a healthy dose of anti-depressents knocked me out.
I woke several hours later, the unmistakable feel of someone lying next to you bringing back feelings that I had not felt for well over a month. I looked down at Kale's small body nestled up my slightly larger one and ruffled his unkempt 'surfer' hair. Despite everything, he was right, I still loved him and lying there next to him, I could think of nothing in the world that would have made me happier.
"Hey," Kale said nervously after waking up. "Look, I'm really sorry..."
"Forget it," I said firmly. "What's done is done. Let's just forget it ever happened."
He looked as if he would cry but then he just kissed me passionatley on the lips.
"God, I missed you," he whispered.
"Me too. You gotta tell me what happened to you!" I replied.
"Yeah, but not right now," he said mischeviously, starting to undress me.
"Kale," I said shocked. "We're in a hospital!"
"So?"
I tried to argue, but as his mouth closed over my cock it was all I could do to keep from screaming in ecstasy. I hadn't had sex, hadn't even jerked off since he 'died.' In almost no time at all I let out a rather loud moan, and shot a massive load of cum into his waiting mouth. He pulled off after a few more seconds, and then lay back down beside me - we were asleep in minutes.
Well, that's it for this chapter. I had wanted to leave the last section for the next chapter, but I figured that the story needed something to lighten it up a bit. As always, comments are welcome at menzoberranzen_of_the_drow@yahoo.com.