I sat in Scott's bed with his covers up to my neck, staring at his mom like a deer in headlights, hoping she did anything but ask me what we were doing. She could walk away; beat me up, anything as long as I did not have to answer that question. But Fate is a cruel character and the first thing out of Mama's mouth was, "What were you two doing?" Fear crossed my face; a hundred lies ran through my head, none of them were appropriate for the situation. Everything from "my dog ate it" to "it wasn't me" ran through my mind in a moment that seemed to last forever. I finally decided to mumble the truth, but before I could open my mouth to speak, Mama saved me. She held up her hand and said, "Wait...it's none of my business. I am going to go call Papa, get dressed; we are heading to the jail." I let out a sigh of relief and began putting on my clothes.
I headed down stairs; she was at the door waiting for me. "Papa is going to meet us there." As Mama drove to the jail she was unusually quiet, she didn't seem mad, she seemed to be thinking. Then from the silence she asked, "Where you having sex?" She asked like it was just the next part of a conversation we had been having. But since I am not a mind reader I had missed the conversation up to this point. My heart sank into my stomach as my mind began working on an answer, but before I could come up with one Mama again raised up her hand and said, "Never mind....it's none of my business." I once again relaxed. Right before we got to the jail she did it again. "Is Scott gay?" Again I was freaking out, but before my blood pressure could rise too much she said, "Don't tell me...it's none of my business."
We got to the jail and headed to a waiting room. It was just a small room with a large table in it, other than the chairs nothing else would fit in this room. Papa was there with Scott and a lawyer, Mr. Inglewood, he was a plump man in his fifties and balding, he looked kind of stupid to me. I took a seat next to Scott, Mama sat across from me next to Papa and the lawyer was at the head of the table. Mr. Inglewood began speaking, "Well, from what I can see," looking through the papers in front of him, "Francis might be looking at some hard time."
With this Scott glared at the lawyer like he was going to kill him. "Call me Scott," he said in a threatening voice.
Mr. Inglewood was actually scared of Scott, I could tell from his body language. He sat back some, away from Scott, adjusted his bow tie and apologized. "Sorry, Mr. Scott. Looking at your record you could be facing 2 to 5 years for this."
"FIVE YEARS?" I shouted.
Scott shook his head. "This is a six month stretch at the most. I am still a minor."
"Yes, but the DA could tri you as an adult" the lawyer replied.
"First off, Curt Mathews has a rap sheet longer than mine so this is going to be hard to prosecute anyway. Secondly, this isn't an election year, the DA has nothing to prove and I am not worth the extra paperwork, I see a nice plea in my future, probably three months"
"Well, we can hope. I am going to try to get your bail hearing moved up as soon as possible." With that Mr. Inglewood grabbed his papers and left. It was clear he did not like Scott.
Scott was the first to speak, "This guy is a moron. I want my lawyer."
"I will call him as soon as I get home and see if he can come down here dear. I am sorry; Mr. Inglewood did seem a little new to law." Mama said as she reached across the table to take Scott's hand. Se let go just long enough to pull some change out of her purse and hand it to me. "Sweetie, could you run and get me a soda?"
"Sure." I exclaimed. Happy that I was still, "sweetie" and that I did not have to be in the room when Papa found out what happened this morning because I was sure that is why I was being sent from the room. I left the room and closed the door, there was an officer sitting across from the door to take Scott back to his cell when we were done. I smiled at him, nodded my head and leaned against the door to listen in.
"I am guessing you want to talk about this morning." Scott said.
"You don't have to explain, it's none of my business."
"Of course it is Mama, you gave birth to me; everything I do is your business." Scott said in his softest voice. I could imagine them holding hands across the table as he fed her this bullshit. I almost got weepy. But now I knew the reply to "It's none of my business"
"What did you do?" Papa asked confusingly.
"Mom walked in on me and Justin in bed together." I had never heard him say my real name. I wasn't sure if he knew it.
"Doing what?" Papa asked, he just wasn't getting it.
"What people do when they are in bed together."
"Sleep?" I love Papa, but he was damn thick headed.
"No, that other thing."
"Oh..." there was three seconds of silence as the neurons in Papa's head were firing "WHAT?" he screamed.
"Mama, I love him." My heart melted and I sighed against the door. I looked like someone who had just gotten home from the perfect date; the officer across from me was confused because he was far enough from the door that he could not here what they were saying.
"Well, he is a good boy. I would prefer if he was a good girl, but you can't choose who you love, your father is living proof of that." Mama could be great at times.
"What about Chas?" Papa asked. "Oww..." he yelled. I could just picture Mama back handing him for that one.
"If I ever see that thieving tramp again, I will kill her. She is NOT a good girl."
I laughed; happy I ranked above "thieving tramp". That is when I remembered I was supposed to be getting soda. I tried to run to the soda machine but I could not find it. I finally found it and headed back. I knocked on the door and opened it.
"Sorry, I could not find the soda machine."
"In other words, you were at the door listening in and forgot" Scott laughed.
"That too," was my answer.
"Well, you guys got your alone time, can I be alone with Scamp for a sec?"
"Okay," said Mama "I will wait for you in the car Scamp."
I nodded. After they left, Scott gave me a big hug. He picked me up and sat me on the table. The table was high enough that sitting on it I came face to face with Scott. "I am sorry," he said softly smiling at me.
"Sorry, for what?" I asked.
"For getting arrested during your moment."
"My moment?"
"Yeah, I was about to deflower you."
"WE WERE ABOUT TO HAVE SEX?!?!?!" I yelled. I had no idea we were about to go all the way.
"Um...yeah..."
"But we had just agreed to take things slow."
"I know...but you being so patient with me made me want to make love to you all the more," he said rubbing my arm.
"Let me get this straight, me saying, `we don't have to have sex' made you want to have sex?"
"Well, yeah."
We both started laughing. Then we both stopped at the same time, staring in each others eyes. I closed my eyes as he leaned in to kiss me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and gently sucked on his lip. He was so wonderful and I loved him so much and best of all. He was mine.
"You know what Scamp; you make me a better man." I started laughing hysterically. "What?" he asked.
"I saw that movie, and you misquoted it"
"I got that from a movie?"
"I saw that movie with YOU, dork."
He started laughing too. "Well, I meant it anyway."
We kissed and hugged for a little longer and then we had to say our good byes.
Mama was her usual chatty self on the ride back. I did not hear a word she said; it was all white noise in the background of my thoughts. When we got home I walked up to Scott's room and crashed on his bed. I stared at the ceiling and thought about all that was going on. Scott loved me. But Scott was in jail, soon to be prison for anywhere from 3 months to 5 years. If it were only three months that would be all of summer. Five years was all on high school and part of college. It was Sunday, I had school tomorrow. How was I going to get there? I had not gone to school without Scott since I met him. If he stayed home, I stayed with him and vice versa. And I could not keep sleeping at the Scotts' house without Scott here.
This was not acceptable. No one sends my knight to prison. I was pissed at Curt. I wanted to kick his ass too, but I had no hope of winning a fight against someone that size or against someone in general. But I did have one resource. I was damn smart. I needed a plan. My father had passed the Bar and he worked in the DAs office, but he was not a lawyer, he was a researcher of some sort, a paper jockey. Maybe had we ever spoke I would know something about law, but since we did not ever speak I had to fall back on every episode of Law and Order I had ever seen for legal knowledge.
Thank god for marathons, they are the best friend to a person without any friends. And they gave me a plan. I kept thinking about Scott saying he would not do hard time because he was still a minor. Sure, if I implemented my plan I would burn in the hottest spot in hell for all eternity, but hey Curt Matthews would have the spot next to mine. If Curt was pressing charges he would have to stay in town, I needed to get back to the motel they were at, but I had no transportation. I glanced over at the key to Scott's bike. No way, I thought. I will get killed. Scott had taught me how to ride his bike, but he was on it, so if I got in trouble he could take over. No way, I was brave enough to do this alone.
That is when I thought about how he said I made him a better man. After seeing Scott around the Regulators, I thought, maybe I influence him to be kind and gentle. Maybe he isn't like with other people. Maybe he has rubbed off on me too. Maybe I have a drop of his bravery and ruthlessness in me. If I do, that would be all I needed to pull this off. I grabbed the keys and headed out the door before I could think anymore. Scott had saved me from living a lonely pathetic life and I would be damned if I let my savior rot in prison.
The first block or two, I was terrified, but by the time I got to the motel I felt like I had been riding Scott's bike my entire life. I knocked on the door and one of the girls answered.
"I need to speak to Curt."
"He isn't here."
"Then I need to speak to Chas."
"She is with Curt."
"Where are they?"
"County."
"Hospital? Why are they there?"
"Because your friend messed Curt up pretty bad."
"How old is Curt?"
"Twenty, why?"
"No reason."
I turned around and headed to the bike. I did not even bother saying good bye. I rode up to County Hospital. I walked up to the desk and said, "Curt Matthews, please."
"Are you a relative?" she asked.
"Yes, I am his younger brother."
"Down the hall, room 257"
"Thanks."
When I got there Chas was sitting next to Curt who was laying on the bed in pretty bad shape. At first he was hard to look at. But I mustarded up my poker face which I needed for this bluff. "Chas, can you leave us alone for a minute." She looked at Curt and he nodded his approval. I felt so sorry for him, I threw my plan out the window and decided to plead with him. "Please, Curt. Drop the charges. You and Scott are friends and I know he did not mean the hurt you as bad as he did. He is very sorry, you have been to prison, you know what it is like, if you ever truly cared about Scott don't do this."
Curt's face was all bandaged and he could not move his mouth enough to speak above a whisper. I leaned in to hear his reply. "Fuck you." He whispered in my ear. My face turned serious and my eyes cut through him. If he wanted to play hardball, fine then.
"If you send Scott to prison, you will be keeping him company. I will go to the police and tell them that the reason Scott bashed your head in was because you raped me."
"But I didn't" he whispered.
"I know that and you know that, even Scott knows that, but no one else knows what happened last night while they were passed out. It will be my word against yours. I am a straight A student who has never even J-walked. You are a piece of shit with a rap sheet thick as a phone book."
"The Regulators will defend me."
"Oh...and there word is better than yours? They are your gang buddies! I can see your defense. `Scott didn't beat me up for raping Justin; he beat me up for raping him.' And you aren't a minor either; you are looking at serious time. And I bet there are other sexual assault convictions in your past, am I right? You will be in prison far longer than Scott."
"I won't be convicted." He said in a raspy unsure voice.
"Are you willing to take the chance?" I asked defiantly.
"You got balls kid. I will drop the charges."
As I was leaving, Chas went back in. She caught me before I left the hospital and asked for a ride back to the motel. I told her sure and she got on. When we reached the motel everyone was outside waiting for us. I knew something was up but before I could do anything I was being pulled off the bike and getting my assed kicked. I was on the ground curled up in a ball being kicked and punched. I thought it was odd that I wasn't being hurt. It was like when I got bullied at school, I got beat up, but not hurt. My mind was somewhere other than my body as I looked onto this odd situation.
Chas said, "That's enough." And everyone stopped. Chas reached out her hand to help me up. I was confused, but I took her hand. "Welcome to the Regulators" she said as she took off her jacket and put it on me. I spent another two hours in the motel learning the weird handshake, the charter rules and the hierarchy of the organization. Curt was the Commander of my unit and after Scott moved Chas had taken his place as Lieutenant or Curt's second. The Commanders made up the council, the group that governed the whole thing. I was amazed that people put so much effort in running a biker gang. After awhile I said my good byes and headed back.
Mama had left a note on the door saying that Curt had dropped the charges and she had to pick up Scott. I laid in bed waiting for my lover to return home. "Scamp?" Scott yelled as he entered the house.
"In your room," I yelled back. When he saw me, confusion crossed his face.
"Why are you in a Regulator's jacket?"
"I joined the gang." I said laughing.
He laughed too. I noticed that he locked the door before jumping on the bed.
"So, how exactly did you get Curt to drop the charges?"
"I'd tell ya, but I'd have to kill ya." I said as I leaned in for a kiss.
He took me in his arms and pulled me close to him. He started taking off my clothes. I told him to leave the jacket on, so he grabbed my t-shirt and ripped it completely off in one quick movement, leaving the jacket exactly where it was as I requested. I was completely naked except for a jacket that was a few sizes to large for me.
Scott began licking my neck and making his way down my chest stopping to taste every part of my body. I was squirming and trying to get his clothes off too, but I was failing. He helped me by quickly undressing as he continued down my body with his tongue. I figured he would stop before reaching my dick. He didn't, he put the whole thing in his mouth causing my heart to stop as waves of electric shock went through my body. I had never had anyone do anything like that too me, so I was seconds from cumming when he moved on, to my balls. He licked and gently nibbled on both before continuing on. At this point I began to wonder exactly how far he was going. He took each of my legs in his hands and pushed them up to my chest. Then I felt it. His tongue in the crack of my ass. I was in shock, but it felt really really good. At first my whole body tensed, then after I became use to his tongue there I began to relax. He probed my hole with his tongue and it was driving me nuts.
I wanted more. I wanted more of him inside me. I felt his finger replace his tongue. I had covered my head with a pillow so no one would hear me moaning. Then I felt two fingers inside me. It felt good, but it was such a tease. I wanted him, inside me. "Please, fuck me." I begged.
"Be patient. I don't want to hurt you."
"You are driving me nuts. I want you. Please."
"Sigh...remember, you asked for it."
I was giddy as he leaned over and got a bottle of baby oil from under the bed. Now we know his lube of choice. He began pouring oil against my ass, I laughed because it was cold. Then he rubbed it in, while fingering me some more. He then lubed himself up. Him leaning over me, completely naked, rubbing baby oil on his cock was quite possibly the most erotic thing I had ever seen. When I first felt the head of his dick against my ass, I thought, `no way something that big is going to fit in a hole that small' which caused me to tense up. It got in alright. Scott pushed in the head and my eyes got really big as I fought the urge to scream. "I'm sorry." He was about to pull out.
"Wait, just give me a second."
He stayed put. I concentrated on relaxing and nodded for him to continue. As he went higher, even though it felt odd, it did not hurt. He went very slowly and kept asking if I was okay. When he was all the way in he collapsed on me like this was the most effort he had put into anything. I guess trying to put your cock inside someone at a snail's pace would be a lot of work. After a moment of resting, he leaned up a little taking his weight off me and putting it on one of his arms. He slowly pulled out a little and pushed himself back in.
That felt really good. He leaned down and placed soft kisses on my lips every now and then. Soon he began increasing his pace and trusting into me faster. I was in heaven; I forgot about stifling my moans and was groaning quite loudly. He was quiet as he slammed into me again and again. He was staring at me. It was like he was getting off watching me being fucked by him. I didn't care how I looked. I was loving every minute of this. I felt his rhythm falter which was my only indication he was about to come. I began touching myself so we would come at the same time. As good as I was feeling it took like three strokes before I came. He came inside me at the same time, collapsing on top of me with a grunt. He laid on me breathing heavily. He had not gone soft and he had not pulled out. I just wrapped my arms around his neck and hugged him.
"Thank you," I whispered.
He turned his head to see my face. "For what?" he asked.
"For saving me." He had no idea what I was talking about, but that didn't matter. He was with me and we were happy, that was all that mattered.