New Life Part II
fiction by Cubreptr5
The relationship Clancy and I shared hardly changed after our first sexual encounter. Our friendship deepened as we made an unspoken pact that we were friends first and foremost. Sex was a (sometimes) distant second. Part of it was that we simply enjoyed each other's friendship and were afraid we would ruin what we shared. Plus, I'm not sure either of us was sure we engaged in sex because of a preference for men or because of the circumstances we were in. I (at least) had a nagging doubt that having a willing set of hands and an increasingly talented set of lips in the same room at night wasn't more of a convenience than a life style--I wasn't sure that the sex of the person sucking you off made much of a difference when hormones were raging and lust filled the air. It was simply too handy (so to speak) to have someone, anyone, around to lavish some attention on you when you needed it instead of having to depend on your own palms.
When I proposed this somewhat profound (for me anyway) thought to Clancy as he crawled up my body one night after providing me an extraordinarily pleasurable experience, I could tell the thought was new to him. He turned pensive, stuttered and was so confused and dazed, it took a considerable amount of gum work (not to mention a finger up his butt) on my part to bring him off. The distant look in his eyes disappeared when I kissed him. He decided "love" was the difference. If two people were in love the sex of the pair made a difference because they'd be committed to each other completely and was that made it an "alternative" or "conventional" lifestyle. If it was just hormones, lust, and convenience, the pair's sex probably didn't matter and the nearest available and willing body would do fine.
"Deep thoughts for someone to whom 'duh' is the correct answer to a 'yes or no' question. And at a highly inappropriate time, I might add." he whispered as he returned my kiss. "What makes you so unusually thoughtful tonight?"
That stung. I certainly could never match his intellect, but I was smarter than a rock. Most of the time anyway. I was proud of having developed a philosophical statement that let us suck and stroke each other off without having to admit the possibility we were, in fact, falling in love.
So I resorted to the time honored tradition. If hurt -- attack. In this case, I would use a verbal attack.
"Well, to tell the truth, I was wondering whether the risk of someone finding us in the sack together is worth it. It might be safer for my reputation if I replaced you with a sock puppet connected to the vacuum cleaner."
"At your earliest opportunity, dear one, have your sock puppet do this!" he whispered viciously as he squeezed my nuts. Fortunately he kissed me at the same time he squeezed and my agonized screech inflated his lungs rather than waking the dorm.
If it did nothing else (other than cause me considerable pain) it set the tone of our relationship. We considered ourselves friends who enjoyed having sex together. We weren't in "love," we were best friends with a little extra attached. We shared a bed when we wanted or needed the comfort of each others arms and engaged in sex when lust outweighed the need to be circumspect, but "true love" it was not. It turned out we made "lust" reasonably often.
To all outside observers, we were simply best friends. It was an easy fiction to maintain because our lives at the Academy were busy. That Thanksgiving vacation I spent more time in the library doing academics than I did with Clancy. The Feds had decided I could not attend law school on graduation from the Academy -- too many of "Uncle Tony's" competitors knew I was law school bound when I entered the Witness Protection Program. As a result, I was now on the "Engineering Track" at the Academy and heavily involved in the math and science that went with it. Clancy was just as busy with his computer classes.
Unfortunately, Clancy was a hopeless romantic. He read far too many gay love stories on the net and longed for a time and place where we could get to "truly" know each other and have our friendship blossom into "true love." Fortunately, he was also a realist. He knew that just because I was the first man he'd had sex with, didn't make me the "Prince Charming" of his fantasies. However, that didn't stop him from trying to cram me into that role. When he failed, my status reverted to "practice dummy" so that he'd be ready if the Prince ever did show up.
By the time the Christmas vacation rolled around, the thing he wanted to "practice" most on me was anal sex. Having been raped by a guy with a dong the size of a horse made me less than enthusiastic about the idea. So far I'd been successful in putting him off by observing that Clancy's dick was far larger than mine and that my tiny little ass couldn't handle his "superman-sized cock" without ripping it to shreds. This sop to his vanity had worked until this point. Unfortunately, Clancy had a habit of writing his goals out on his laptop's scheduling program. When I saw them the week before the semester ended, I knew I was in trouble. His goal for the vacation was simple:
Screw/get screwed by Ethan.
Taking me home with him over the Christmas holidays was his solution
Because I was "officially" an orphan, Clancy and his parents invited me to their home for the semester break. A quick call to my case officer got the all clear. He was an overworked SOB anyway, and the less intrusion I made in his life, the easier he made mine. We didn't like each other much and our contacts were (thankfully) rare. His major concern with me was that if I wound up dead, he'd wind up with a blotch (so to speak) on his record.
So it was in the evening on the last day of the fall semester, that Clancy and I sat together in the general aviation terminal waiting for Clancy's father's private jet to pick us up. I was a nervous wreck. I'd only been on a plane once before, and then I was too drugged up to care, but that wasn't why I was a wreck. The weather was lousy all over the country. It was pouring rain here in Texas. There was snow and sleet in Chicago where we were to pick up Clancy's Dad, and thunderstorms in Atlanta and Orlando, our other destinations. Clancy's sister and family were flying in from France for the holidays. It was them we'd pick up in Atlanta, then jet to Clancy's home in Orlando where his Mom and his brother's family waited. Clancy and I'd be dropped off at the Academy on the day before classes started.
"Typical December weather" chuckled the dispatcher when I inquired. "Ice, sleet, low clouds, turbulence. Even the ducks aren't flying today, at least the smart ones aren't."
That didn't make me feel any better, so I wandered back to my chair and plopped down next to Clancy. He griped my arm for a second and then draped his arm over my shoulder to show his support. He ran his hand over the nearly shaven back of my head and I watched with interest (and a little lust) as the crotch of his jeans swelled almost to bursting. He looked desperately around the terminal for a place where he could get me alone, found none and sighed in frustration.
"It's your own fault." I told him quietly. "I didn't want the damned haircut to begin with. You were the one that wanted it this short. You know I hate short hair."
That morning as we sat in the barber shop getting our "last parade of the semester" haircuts, I'd just asked the barber to trim around the ears. After all, the hair on my head wasn't much over an inch long anyway. Clancy, however, seemed to like my hair very short. The reason was probably because the first night he'd spent in my bed was when I had my "new guy" shaved head and that was the "picture" of me he held most dear. Or maybe just he had a thing for guys with very short hair. Anyway, the bastard told my barber I was trying out for the honor guard the next semester and to cut it "real short" so that I could get a nice even tan over the holidays. The barber cheerfully dropped the guard from his clippers and started shaving away. Five minutes later he was wiping the shaving cream off my neck, and swiveling the chair around so I could view the carnage. Short, slicked down little bangs popped out of a very, very close cut head. I looked like I was a 12 year old trying to look tough. I hated it. Clancy, of course, loved it.
We almost missed lunch. The blow job he gave me after he dragged me back to our room almost made getting the haircut worth it. Clancy was learning fast and when he was done I felt almost like I had to reach down and uncurl my toes the suction was so great. Of course, one good deed demands reciprocity. As I knelt before him and slowly pulled his uniform pants down, I figured we'd never make noon formation. I was wrong. I'd just started working when Clancy reached down and stroked the shaven sides of my head. That triggered something because he grabbed my head and shoved his dick deep into my throat. He thrust about twice and then unloaded. He held my head against his crotch until I'd swallowed his load and the spasms stopped. I looked up at the sheepish grin on his face.
"That was quick! I wasn't even warmed up." I told him.
"I was! God you're a hot looking bastard. You're so pretty, I almost feel guilty. It's like being sucked off by a child. If you were only a foot taller and 3 inches longer, you'd be perfect!"
Since I was still on my knees in front of his limp dick, I reached out and squeezed his balls. With a yelp, he crashed to his knees in front of me and I pulled him to my lips for a kiss.
We would have proceeded with more fun and games except the call to lunch was sounded. I had enough gigs as it was, so missing another formation would mean more hours of marching tours next semester, so we zipped up and raced down the stairs. I had a feeling we'd find enough time alone on the break to make up for the lost time in the dorm.
I broke out of my daydream as Clancy nudged me and pointed out to where a large jet was taxiing in front of the terminal.
"That's us!"
"Your Dad owns that! It's huge!"
"Leases it, actually. He's got 30 or 40 big construction jobs all over the country, and most of the time he hauls a crew of a dozen or so engineers around with him to monitor the jobs. Plus it impresses the hell out of his potential customers."
"Impresses the hell out of me too!"
I watched as the door to the plane opened and a uniformed crewmember hurried over to the terminal, umbrella raised and a couple more in his hand.
"Hi Clancy, this your roommate?" the guy said as we shook hands. "We're on a tight schedule, the weather is getting worse in Chicago. So as soon as I file the flight plan, we're on our way to pick up your Dad."
I think I must have turned pale, because he gave me a concerned look.
"Don't mind him, Captain Jones. He's from New York and doesn't fly much, and I think the weather bothers him." Clancy told him, smugly.
"Today, it bothers me too. Don't worry kid. I don't get paid near enough to risk my neck. We'll have a bumpy ride to Chicago, but once we're on our way to Atlanta the weather should get a little better."
I wasn't so sure, but I grabbed the umbrella he handed me and followed Clancy out to the plane.
We raced through the rain and up the boarding stairs. At the top the copilot showed us where to stow our bags and told us to sit anywhere we liked, the plane was empty. Clancy went about halfway back and took a seat. I sat in the seat facing him and peered out the window into the rain to see the pilot racing back across the ramp. The copilot walked back and brought us a couple of cokes, told us to strap in and gave the obligatory safety briefing. His summary of the various and sundry ways bad things could happen didn't improve my mood.
"One of my jobs is to make sure the passengers get out of the plane safely in an emergency. If you hear me yell 'get out!' run to the front of the plane, I'll have the door open for you and help you down the slide. Don't dally!!"
With that he headed forward to the cockpit. I almost followed him but I heard him slam the door about the same time I heard one of the engines start. I was trapped!
The takeoff wasn't as bad as I expected and the turbulence ended as soon as we climbed above the clouds and I did get a glimpse of a beautiful sunset as we turned toward Chicago. I was still watching the sunset when the copilot came back with dinner (You eat very well on a corporate jet -- VIPs and all don't you know) . When we'd finished and dumped our own trays, Clancy shoved a movie in the VCR across the isle. We watched a little while because it was too dark and cloudy to look out the windows.
"Ever wanted to be a member of the 'mile high club'?" Clancy asked with an evil grin.
"Duh?"
"The mile high club, you dummy. Sex on an airplane!"
"Why, I know you aren't a member. The last time you were on a plane you were a virgin."
"Yeah, but I'm going to be inducted in about 5 minutes. And so are you, even if it is by default."
"What if the crew comes back? I'm not sure I want to be caught with my dick in your mouth. They'll feel duty bound to tell your folks. That'd make for a great Christmas present. They'll send me back to the Academy in a small pine box, and stick you in a monastery. It isn't worth the risk."
I was talking to a wall.
"Keep one eye on the cockpit door, then. Besides, we're too close to Chicago for them to worry about us."
Clancy went forward and turned out all the lights except the dim aisle lights. All the while the thought of him working on my dick was having a noticeable effect. I was still nervous about flying but it occurred to me that if I was to die, it might as well be while I had my dick in his mouth. It seemed like as good a way to go as any. I kicked off my shoes to get as comfortable as possible in preparation for what was to come.
Clancy sat down on my lap and as his lips brushed mine he reached under the armrest and triggered the release. The seat flopped almost horizontally and the leg rest popped up as his tongue dove into my mouth. He popped the seat upright so he could get to my dick. He knelt in front of my seat and undid my trousers, pulling them down to my ankles, followed momentarily by my briefs. He pulled me forward on the seat and began to lick my now throbbing boner. Just as he got his mouth completely over my pecker we hit an air pocket. We both became airborne as the plane dropped out from beneath us. I had a horrible vision of us crashing to the floor with my dick still in his mouth. I could almost feel his teeth slicing my poor cock in half. I yanked my rod from his mouth as we floated out over the aisle. A half second later we crashed to the floor as the plane bottomed out. I landed on my back and Clancy dropped on top of me, his face smashing into my groin. Two very shaken boys (one in blinding pain) crawled back into their seats. Clancy's nose was bleeding and my crotch felt like someone had dropped a piano on it. Clancy was sopping up the blood and had decided his nose wasn't broken when the "fasten seat belt" light came on and the Captain called to tell us to strap in, there was a little turbulence ahead. Somewhat belatedly, I thought as I groaned in agony.
I was still hurting when we touched down in Chicago. As we pulled to a stop, Clancy looked at me in horror. I followed his gaze to where my now black, blue and swollen dick was exposed in all it's glory. Between the two of us we managed to locate my pants and get them on me and fastened before Clancy's father walked down the aisle to meet us. I was still hunting for a shoe when he stuck out his hand.
It was after one in the morning before I finally got to bed, which made it after three in the time zone I was used to. The plane Clancy's sister was on was over two hours late and by the time we got to Orlando, driven to Clancy's house, met everybody and had a very late dinner it was after midnight. When I finally found an excuse to leave the table and head for bed, I made the mistake of groaning loudly (and totally involuntarily) as I stood up. Up to that point I thought I'd done rather well disguising the pain my back and crotch were inflicting on me. Everyone knew the story of the turbulence encounter (fortunately not the whole story) but most of the medical concern focused on the black eye Clancy was developing. I'd tried to hide my pain because both Clancy's Mom and his sister were doctors, and the last thing I needed was a doctor doing a once over of my body.
The groan changed everything. Five minutes after it escaped, I was buck naked in his mother's examining room (her office was attached to the house) with two women closely examining my external genitalia and my lower pelvis. For about the tenth time my response to the question:
"Does it hurt when I do this?" was answered by a muffled scream, which literally translated meant:
"Yes ma'am. That does indeed hurt. Most dreadfully in fact. Please refrain from touching my penis and the surrounding area that way again."
The story I told them was that the turbulence had tossed me into the air (the truth) and I'd landed astride the arm of my seat (the lie). The arm of the seat was intact, my crotch was not. It was plausible enough, considering the obvious damage, and the doctors' attentions were focused on a mildly strained back and a massively bruised lower pelvic area.
"Don't worry Ethan, it's not nearly as bad as it looks." Clancy's mother said as she tried to twist my cock off. Actually she just barely moved it, but my brain said differently.
My main concern however was that Clancy's sister had moved her attention away from my groin and was lightly tracing the outline of the fine lines on my face and neck. To distract her, I told her the cover story of the automobile accident that had killed my parents and severely injured me. I told her they'd put a lot of effort into rebuilding my face. That slowed her explorations down immediately and she guiltily turned to manipulating my lower back to determine how bad the sprain was. I suddenly, desperately, wished she'd kept examining the scars. The torture lasted about another three lifetimes (5 minutes), and then they huddled together to come up with a treatment.
A couple of pills, and the application of the most amazing salve on earth later, they let Clancy half carry me to my bedroom. The pills didn't do anything for the pain, but I really no longer cared. You could have taken a chain saw to me and I'd have laughed in your face. Clancy was having a hard time dealing with a patient who groaned with every step, but giggled incessantly between the groans. This was good stuff!! The stuff they smeared on my dick and groin was even better. By the time they had their gloves off and carefully scrubbed their hands, my dick had disappeared. I could see the poor swollen and misshapen little thing, but I couldn't feel it at all. I'd reached down to touch it, just to make sure it was still attached, and they hadn't been fast enough slapping my hand away. Now as Clancy helped me to the room, the fingers of my right hand had also disappeared, something my drugged and exhausted mind found endlessly funny.
I vaguely remember reaching the room and lying down, but my next real thought occurred when I opened my eyes to a sunlit room. A huge sunlit room. The king sized bed faced a window wall that looked out over a balcony. The doors were open and a warm breeze ruffled the curtains and filled the room. Clancy was coming in through a side door with a cup of coffee in his hand.
"Good morning, buddy. You slept late, it's almost lunch." he greeted me as he handed me the coffee and plopped down on the bed. The coffee was just what I needed to clear out the cobwebs. The plopping on the bed was a major mistake. My screech woke the baby across the hall and scared Clancy off the bed and about halfway across the room.
"Back still a little tender this morning?" Clancy's sister (Ann) inquired as she entered the room trying to calm her child.
"It and something much more personal." I replied.
Ann handed the squalling baby to Clancy and then helped me into a sitting position. When the pain faded and I could see without all the flashing stars, she hauled me to my feet and pulled my briefs down to examine the remains of my body. Clancy's mom had been attracted by the screams and joined her daughter in what was for me a very personal and demeaning examination of my private parts. After a quick examination, they had Clancy help me to the bathroom (it was larger than any I'd ever seen) and when I'd finished there they let me crawl back into bed. A staff member brought me breakfast and everyone made small talk while they ensured I ate everything in sight.
When I was done and the doctors' decided I should get some rest, I thought they'd finally leave me to die in peace. They chuckled (most unprofessionally, I thought) at some unfathomable doctor joke as they rubbed the magic cream on my crotch and swollen member. I was horrified as it made a valiant attempt to rise because of the manipulation. This caused even more chuckling until the salve had its effect and the thing deflated along with most of my ego. My total humiliation now complete, they shoved a few pills down my throat (unfortunately not the really good ones), pronounced that I was healing nicely and that I'd be almost normal tomorrow and left me.
Clancy brought in the morning paper, pulled up a chair and kept me company until boredom got the best of him. He then trotted into his room through our connecting bath and came back with one of his computers and we played computer games until early evening when the doctors returned. I was ordered to take a shower and Clancy was forced to accompany me to ensure I didn't damage myself further on the slippery shower floor. The shower was huge, enough for four or five people at least. I looked out the door to where Clancy stood guard and gestured. It was a graphic gesture suggesting something that could be a lot of fun in a shower this size (once I healed enough, of course). Clancy turned the bright crimson again and guiltily checked to make sure on one else had seen the gesture. The look on his face when he looked back at me made it clear my suggestion was only one of several possibilities he contemplated.
I managed to dry most of myself, but Clancy had to do my legs. It could have been fun, but my pecker was still missing in action. When I walked back into the room Clancy's sister was coming out of a closet bigger than our room at the academy. She held my only two sets of civilian clothes in her hands (Uncle Sam may waste a lot of money. But he'd only buy me two pairs of trousers and a couple sport shirts.)
"Where's the rest of his stuff, Clancy?"
"That's all he brought. Actually it's all he owns."
Ann's eyes lit up as "Ann-the-doctor" turned into "Ann-the-shopper" and she was humming to herself as she marched into Clancy's room to search for me to wear until she could "attend to that little issue." Being considerably smaller than Clancy, she found nothing suitable. She made a quick trip to the attic were family "treasures" were stored. She returned with one of Clancy's favorites, a baby blue sweat suit with Mickey Mouse on the front. The only thing it lacked, I thought glumly, were footies and a drop seat. I looked like a complete dunce. The face and body I saw in the mirror kept getting younger and younger.
"You're so cute!" Clancy cooed quietly as he helped me down the stairs. "That Blue is definitely your color. And Mickey is so "tres chic."
His chortling turned to gasps of pain when I popped him under the ribs. His family was a little concerned that he appeared breathless merely from helping me down the stairs. The other men (Clancy's Dad, his brother, and Ann's husband) carefully avoided adding to my obvious embarrassment. Clancy's mother was busy stifling her laughter, and Clancy's brother's wife gave me a 'how wonderfully precious you are' look that quickly turned into a 'I want a baby' gaze focused on her husband. He suddenly took an intense interest in the pattern on the plate in front of him. I was starting to get a little tired of my surgically created visage (handsome, blindingly handsome was what I wanted. Terminally cute was what I got). But I was glad to see that Clancy's brother would have a more interesting night than I would.
The dinner was exceptional, and certainly worth the pain of coming downstairs. I watched a movie in the family room with them, and was thoroughly enjoying their company when the doctors' decided I'd done enough for one day and ushered me back to bed.
Ann and Clancy's mother watched the freedom of motion I had as I undressed and then asked me to lay on the bed so the could check to see how rigid the muscles in my lower back. Ann had given me two of the "cool" pain pills because she said the examination might be a trifle "uncomfortable" (doctorspeak for hurt-like-hell) and she wanted me to sleep well that night, to boot. Once again I was stark naked in the presence of two ladies who, in their doctor mode, seemed to consider me a lump of coal. Clancy had trailed along just to watch my humiliation. I was laying uncomfortably on my stomach (they hadn't used the super salve on my dick yet, and it was still extraordinarily tender) as Clancy's mother kneaded the muscles in my back. It did indeed hurt like hell, but again, one part of mind could have cared less, and it had control of my voice. The unbefuddled part of my mind screamed in agony, what came out of my mouth were giggles.
I was told I could get out of bed tomorrow and even do some moderate exercise. They ruled out the golf match with the other men, but said swimming laps in the pool would do me a world of good. Clancy was summarily assigned to "baby sit" me the next day. An interesting prospect since the house would be empty but for us.
They were hesitant to use the salve on me again, but did hand the tube to Clancy. He could put it on me if he thought I really needed it. For some reason they didn't seem to trust my judgment. The fact that I was carrying on an animated conversation with the Mickey Mouse sweat shirt was probably a factor. As I said before -- this was good stuff!
Clancy wondered aloud weather it was a good idea for me to have dentures in my mouth when I was obviously out of my mind. The doctors agreed, but seemed reluctant to reach into a babbling man's mouth. So they made Clancy remove them and take them to the bathroom to clean. It seemed strange to me that a man who had no qualms about sticking his tongue in my mouth when he kissed me or sticking his dick in my mouth, was so uncomfortable carrying around my dentures.
I tried to demonstrate that I had learned to talk normally without my teeth in, but the drugs made normal diction impossible. Clancy laughing at me after our first lovemaking plus a tasteless Academy prank in which my teeth took a hike for three days convinced me to learn. Now I sounded the same, teeth in or out. If nothing else, it made talking to Clancy easier when we worked each other over orally. Primarily because a gum job was fast becoming Clancy's favorite way to be serviced.
They waited until the drugs put me to sleep and left.
About two in the morning, I rolled over in bed and woke up. The fact that I'd never got around to putting my briefs back on after my exam was the reason. The light brush of the sheet was sheer agony. I bolted upright. The swirling room settled down, but the pain didn't. As the rational part of my mind made the decision to crawl to Clancy's room and the magic salve, my wayward brain wondered why, pain was no big deal. The rational part reminded the wayward portion that Clancy was also the source of considerable pleasure.
Thus, a drugged, giggling, and thoroughly aroused (what did my brain care that the hardon hurt like hell?) Ethan Cooke crawled into Clancy's bed. He crawled around on the bed's immensness until he stumbled on to the waking Clancy. He tried to plant a passionate kiss on Clancy's lips and wound up trying to French kiss his nose, a still somewhat tender nose.
"Ouch! Ethan, stop that!"
"Giggle!"
"Hush! Jeese, what are you doing in here!"
"Giggle. My dick hurths like hell. Where's thaat salve? "
"No wonder, you're has hard as a rock. Whats gotten in to you."
"Giggle. Clanthy, get that fucking (giggle) salve on me. I'm tho horny the Crack of Dawn isn't thafe! Giggle. If I grab my dick now and sthart playing with it, the pain will kill me."
"Shush!!! Not so loud!! I'll get it but you have to try to be quiet!!"
"Giggle. Thankth Buddy!"
Clancy raced to the bathroom and returned with the salve. Cleverly, he also brought the rubber glove and a towel.
"Hold still, Ethan. This will probably hurt a bit until it gets numb. And here, stuff the end of the towel in your mouth. What ever you do, don't scream!"
"Giggle. I'd rather sthuff your dick in my mouth." The wayward mind slurred.
Clancy stuffed the towel in my mouth and held it there with one hand as he started massaging the salve onto my crotch with the other.
"Groan. Thop! Giggle. Groan. Sob. Damn that hurth Clancthy. Please thop. Sob." I tried to scream. Fortunately, the towel soaked up all the sound.
"Shush, baby. It's all over. In a second you won't feel a thing. Then the drugs will let you go back to sleep. Hush, baby. It's all right now."
Clancy pulled me too him and stroked my back while the salve took effect. As the pain faded, I started to snuggle closer to him. I could feel myself relaxing and for once both parts of my mind were in agreement. If I was going to sleep, I wanted to sleep in Clancy's arms, nestled as close to him as I could get. I snuggled closer.
My drugged mind decided I owed him a favor so I tried to kiss him, missed completely and wound up slobbering in his ear. Well enough foreplay, on to the main event.
I started licking his chest and moved, sort of hoping I was moving toward his crotch. I figured I would find something I recognized sooner or later.
"No Ethan. Not here. Let's get you back to your bed. Ethan, stop than. Ethan, let go of me, we've got to get you back in your own bed. Ethan PLEASE!! Ethan, stop that."
"Oh Clanthy, you dirthy boy. You're noth wearing any undies. Thith maketh it tho much ethier! Oh ho ho Clanthy, you're even ready fo me."
I found his quivering manhood, more by luck than anything else. I tried to lick it, but after a few attempts it was clear my coordination was shot. I opened my mouth and let my head chase his dick around until I finally got it in my mouth. I tried to slide my lips gently down his shaft but my head just sort of free fell until my nose buried itself in his pubic hair. I pressed my nose harder into his crotch because his gasp of pleasure said he wanted this as badly as I wanted to do him. I started to suck but something was wrong. Nothing was happening. I was trying to suck as hard as I could but didn't seem to be doing any good. I was seeing all sorts of pretty stars that were slowly fading out when a pair of hands grabbed my head and pulled slightly. I gasped for air. I'd swallowed his dick far enough to block my windpipe.
"Stupid shit." I heard Clancy whisper.
"Oh well, live and learn," I thought and tried to take him a little more slowly.
It was still dark when I awoke again. Clancy had his arms around me and I had my head on his chest. I was myself again (almost) and I wondered if I'd accomplished my purpose before I passed out. The little smile on Clancy's face suggested I had. I licked my fingers and lowered them to gently rub his cock. The smile got a little brighter and when I licked my fingers again, I knew I'd finished what I started. I snuggled more tightly against him and went back to sleep.
I woke up alone in my own bed. Ann was pulling back the shades to let the morning sun in. I was a little groggy and was trying to figure out how I'd wound up back here. Clancy came into the room with that special smile on his face, and a finger on his lips, warning me to keep my mouth shut.
After the morning physical, Ann (the doctor) pronounced me fit (for moderate exercise) so I suited up (in the damned sweat suit again) and headed down for breakfast, but not before Ann (the shopper) had taken down my measurements.
My only real faux pax of the day occurred when Clancy's Mom and Ann, the consummate shoppers, asked where I usually bought my clothes.
"Kmart."
From the look on their faces, you'd have thought I'd asked for catsup in a Chinese Restaurant.
The rest of the week before Christmas progressed pretty normally. I played golf (a lot) and swam during the day and Clancy and I spent most of the nights in bed together. Fortunately, life at the Academy had us both used to getting up early so winding up in the right beds at dawn was not a problem.
We did the mandatory tourist stops (all of them) in Orlando and I even got almost all my Christmas shopping done. During the one day we did our serious Christmas shopping, Clancy led me to the earring kiosk. He was far to shy to get his ear pierced on his own but figured if we both did, and he made it look like my idea, he'd get his earrings and be off the hook as well. When his pleading didn't work, he tried blackmail. When that didn't work, he made promises. I waited until the promises were very satisfactory to me before I sat in the chair. We returned for dinner with 4 pierced ears.
"Clancy!!" his mother exclaimed in horror, as everyone else at the table tried to hide their laughter. I must admit, the studs he'd selected for his pair were rather ornate. (My ears were adorned with the smallest studs I could find)
"This had to be your idea, Clancy! And Ethan, I thought you, at least, would be more immune to his begging and pleading. (I was immune to his begging and pleading. It was his promise that I couldn't ignore. Just thinking of it made my dick swell.)
"Well, what do you boys have to say for yourselves?"
Clancy of course was speechless and looking at the floor. I put on my best indignant look and told her in a tragically hurt voice:
"I thought I did rather well, all things considered. After all I did talk him out of the tattoo!"
The subject was immediately dropped, although the gales of laughter lasted for a fair piece. Clancy's mother stared at me for a long time to see if I was telling the truth. I wasn't, of course. Clancy gave me his "how do you do that so well" look. I am a most proficient liar. Call it a gift.
The next day I sneaked away from the house to obtain the stage setting gift I needed for the very personal present I was giving Clancy for Christmas. It was a horribly complex process involving a gay porno shop; a gullible gay porno shop manager; and me standing on a counter with my trousers around my ankles screaming for the cops into a telephone. Less well planned was the encounter with a very nice older lady. After the initial shock caused be me diving headlong into her cab (the porno store manager and a couple of patrons hot on my heels) she was quite charming. She also thought me "precious" and bought me a very large ice cream sundae to soothe my fear after being chased by "those terrible men". All in all she thought me a very nice little boy. The cabby knew differently, he'd seen me stuff the videotape with the very lurid cover into my shirt. But, as he got an ice cream sundae from the lady and a very large tip from me, he was inclined to keep his mouth shut. I'm no piker, or thief for that matter. I'd stuffed a 50 in the managers pocket as he was desperately trying to hang up a phone he thought I'd dialed 911 on. The facts that he'd heard the dial tone and that I'd taken a brand new video, still in the shrink wrap, from behind the counter before he had a chance to make hundreds of copies of it were the reasons he was chasing me. The patrons were following me because when I started screaming into the phone, they'd all tried to get out the door at once. I was the most highly motivated to leave and moved quickly through the crowd. The process of kicking the guy ahead of me in the nuts, then throwing him behind me so I could kick the next got me out the door in no time. I'm not much of a runner (too short) but I ran much faster than they could -- doubled up like that and all. It's not my fault they were blocking the door!
By the time Christmas eve rolled around, I was exhausted. Clancy had kept most of his promises, and I'd gotten almost no sleep in three nights.
"What am I getting from you this morning?" he asked as he crawled into my bed around midnight.
"A headache if you don't let me sleep!" was the carefully grouchy reply. He was going to get his gift in about 20 minutes, but I wanted the anticipation to build a little first.
"Touchy, bastard. You'll feel better if you let me blow your socks off."
"Got no socks on. Go to sleep or you'll regret it. "
"I still have one promise to fulfill. It's the good one." he said quietly.
I rolled over and kissed him. I reached down and stroked his dick. His eyes closed and leaned into me to give my tonsils a bath. I reached under the pillow and handed him the videotape. I'd removed the cover.
"Stick this in the VCR, it's part of your Christmas present."
"A video. How wonderfully thoughtful of you Ethan. Just what I've always wanted."
"Skip the sarcasm, and just play the tape. It's my favorite and its very special to me. I play it every Christmas."
Clancy started the tape and crawled back into bed. He sighed in frustration as he anticipated another viewing of White Christmas.
The video was exceptional. We watched the most amazing sex I've ever seen with increasingly wide eyes and hardened cocks. We were mesmerized for 40 minutes. I don't know how long we stared at the snowy screen before we turned to each other. We were so aroused we almost exploded when our dicks lightly touched.
"Wow." Clancy said in a weak little voice.
"Uh, you wouldn't care to maybe...like try a little of some of those ...uh techniques."he said in a wistfull little voice, with a coy look in his eyes.
I reached under the pillow and handed him the condom.
"Merry Christmas Buddy!" Clancy's eyes widened.
"Roll that sucker on me and roll over."
His hands were quaking as he fumbled with the condom.
"You don't really need this, you know I'm a virgin." he whispered as he rolled it on me.
"I also know what comes out your bung hole. Before I stick you, I want you to clean your butt very carefully. You aren't the tidiest person in the world."
Do you have any idea what happens when your partner grasps the base of your dick, holding a condom in place while stretching the other end to an unbelievable distance from the tip of your pecker? And then lets go of the end?
Pain, lots of pain is what happens. Your dick gets slammed inside out, with said dick head now impaled in your bladder. Man to woman in a tenth of a second. It really does feels like someone cut your dick off. It also completely ruins a romantic moment.
When I could see out my eyes again, I looked down fearing the worst. My dick had deflated completely and most of the rubber had disintegrated, leaving only as small cloud of latex particles in its wake. But at least my cock was right side out. Clancy had a horrified look on his face.
"Did that hurt as much as I think it did? It sounded awful. I'm so terribly sorry, I thought it was funny. Sort of."
He quickly grabbed me and held me close. My hardon was gone, maybe never to return while he was still hard as a rock and hornier than hell. He held tightly, and apologized over and over, trying to make amends. He eventually put the video back on in an attempt to rearouse me. It did, but poor Clancy wasted a perfectly good ejaculation when his dick went off with no provocation.
When he had suffered enough, I whispered "Merry Christmas" to him again and rolled him gently onto his stomach. He was shaking as I reached between his legs to fondle him and drag my hand back to massage his buttocks. I knelt between his legs and slowly licked the furry path from the base of his balls to his anus. I spread lube on my hand and began to gently rub it into his bung hole. He moaned slightly as I slipped a finger in and continued the massage from the inside. To prolong his suspense I laid down across his back and nibbled on his ear as I slowly moved my dick in the crack of his ass. I was getting just a little hot myself by now, and poor Clancy was on the verge of collapse.
"Ethan, stop fucking around and start fucking around!"
I kissed his neck and whispered.
"Just trying to get you in the mood, baby. I want you to remember this for a long time."
I kissed my way down his backbone, and resumed stretching him out with my fingers. When I raised his butt and moved behind him he was ready.
I knelt behind him lubing myself up. I didn't need a condom, I knew Clancy far to well. Clancy positioned himself with his rump in the air and his elbows on the mattress. He pulled the pillow down so he could put his head on it, and, I think, to muffle his screams if it became necessary. I laid my dick against is butt, leaned over his back and asked:
"Ready, buddy?"
"Ready," came the whispered reply.
I placed the tip of my dick on his anus and pressed lightly. I could feel it tighten in anticipation and then relax as he regained control. I pushed harder and felt the pulses increase in rapidity. A little more pressure and I heard a little whimper. I rubbed his back fiercely and stroked his sides.
"Relax, relax."
When I felt the tension in is ass ease, I pushed the head of my dick firmly into him. There was a grunt/squeal and he went rigid in pain. I reached under him and felt his dick softening. I stroked his back and dick, tell him quietly how handsome he was and how much I wanted to love him the way he wanted it. I told him to think of the men in the video. I kissed his back and waited until the pain faded and I felt his dick harden in my hand. I slowly pressed myself into him. I felt the surprising warmth inside him and felt the pulsing of his anal ring around my shaft. It was a slow entry, with a fair amount of groans and grunts from Clancy. Finally, I felt my pubic hair brush his butt and then my crotch. I was fully engulfed in him. The warmth and tightness felt wonderful. I thrust gently so that my balls bumped his so he could feel I was all the way in.
"I'm in. I can't tell you how wonderful you feel. Let me know when you're comfortable, and we'll start the show."
The little twitchings and quiet moans died out and Clancy moved around a little to get the feel of me inside him, I guess. The movement was intensely erotic, but I resisted the urge to move until he was ready. Finally, he looked around at me and whispered:
"Fuck me!"
I withdrew and he gave a gasp as I slid back till only the head of my dick was buried in him. I looked down at the juncture where my dick ended and his ass began, leaned forward to kiss his neck and then slid smoothly into him till our balls slapped again.
There was another grunt but I couldn't tell if it was pain or pleasure so I withdrew and thrust again, a little more forcefully. On the third thrust, Clancy pushed his hips back as I shoved into him and this time the groan was definitely pleasure.
In two more thrusts I was addicted. The feeling of his ass around my cock was beginning to drive me crazy. I began to thrust with more force and Clancy shoved himself back against me with more fervor.
The tempo picked up markedly, and our movements matched as we pulled and pushed against each other. With each thrust I thought less and less of Clancy, and more and more of the pleasure I was getting from fucking him. His groans of pleasure became almost continuous as we turned the tempo up another notch. We both broke into a sweat and my hands slipped along his sides as I tried to pull him back even more forcefully onto my rod. My thrusts changed from a smooth push to a violent driving as I buried my dick as deeply as I could into his ass. Clancy thrust his hips violently backwards to that our balls collided almost painfully. I could feel the sweat dripping down my chest as I slammed myself into him.
We were out of our minds as we fucked ourselves toward release. Clancy's groans became a muffled scream as I brought him to his climax. I felt him stiffen and shudder as I continued to pump him. His head came up off the pillow and he used all his strength to slam himself back on my dick and hold himself there. His back arched and he grunted through clinched teeth as I felt the pulses in his dick transmitted through his ass. His anus clamped down on my dick and spasmed in tune to those of his dick. I continued to pump as the veins stood out on his neck and he all but howled in pleasure. From deep within me my own orgasm raged as I made my final thrust. I almost screamed myself, as I felt my dick swell against the confines of his ass, and my dick exploded in pleasure. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over me and I felt my dick pump cum into him.
Clancy, completely spent, collapsed back onto the bed, his asshole's grip on my cock pulling me on top of him. I fell against him, my dick still pulsing, and reached under him to pull myself as tightly into him as I could. His chest was covered with sweat and his own cum. I laid my cheek on his back and waited until his clinching ass and my throbbing dick quieted. I slid my hand down to his dick to find it flaccid and slick with jism. His hand came down to grasp mine and hold it against his crotch.
He pressed back against me so he could roll on his side, and I moved with him so we laid spoon fashion with my dick still in him. We laid their panting in unison.
"Never, ever take your dick out of me, Ethan." he begged.
"I promise, Clancy. But people are going to notice eventually."
Clancy squirmed against me and rolled toward me. My dick was squirted out of his butt as he turned. So much for that promise. I was ready for him as he faced me and kissed him with all the passion I had left. We held the kiss as our exhausted bodies molded themselves into each other and we fell asleep in a sweaty sticky heap.
I awoke as Clancy moved against me. My mouth and neck were covered by his kisses as he put his arms around me and rolled on top of me. I looked up into eyes alight with anticipation and lust. His dick was as hard as a rock as he ground it against me. I knew what was coming, and I welcomed it.
"Ethan." He whispered. "I want you to feel me inside you. I want you to know the pleasure you gave me. I want to feel you wrapped around me and I want to fuck you till you explode. Please."
"Merry Christmas, Clancy."
Without a word, he kissed me gently as he slowly kneaded my dick to hardness. He paused only long enough to cover his hand with lube and resumed stroking me. He slid down between my legs and his strokes lengthened to include the furry trail to my ass. His strokes went from my dick to my ass and back. Then from my dick to a finger in my ass, and back. When the second finger was in, he stroked my dick with one hand as he stretched me with the other. I was completely absorbed in the sensation of his touch on my dick and ass were bring to me and was surprised when he lifted my legs to his shoulders and pulled my butt up to his knees. His fingers were replaced by a warm mass that could only have been his dick head.
He leaned forward and pressed himself into me. I remember the violence of my rape, and the pain, but this was different. There was pressure, and some pain, but no violence. The pressure increased as did the pain. I felt myself stretched to the limit and I almost expected to feel the flesh tear as it had before. I gritted my teeth as the pain increased. I reached down to stop him, and he guided my hand to his dick and wrapped my hand around it.
"Almost in Ethan. I know it hurts. I'm sorry, but it will get better, I promise. I won't go faster than you can bear. Help if you want." he said as he squeezed my hand around his dick.
I tightened my hand around his dick, took a breath, and pulled him into me. There was a huge flash of pain that quickly stabilized into an ache as my ass adjusted to his presence. As the pain faded, I looked up at his concerned face, and stroked his dick lightly. I was ready. I reached past his dick to his balls and grasped them. His eyes widened in surprise as I pulled them toward me, pulling his dick into my ass. I pulled very slowly until his balls bumped my ass, and waited.
Finally, I looked up at him.
"Fuck me!"
I know what a prostrate is. I didn't know what it did for love until about his third gentle thrust. The pain had diminished to discomfort, and his loving strokes were building a pressure and a pleasure within me. I watched as each stroke was echoed in my dick as it swelled and hardened. It hardened far beyond anything I had felt before, and each of Clancy's thrusts added more pleasure. I knew, at last, exactly what I wanted, and exactly how to get it. I wrapped my legs around him and when he started a gentle thrust, I pulled him sharply into me.
"Damn it Clancy. Fuck me!!"
He did. He started thrusting harder and faster. I watched the sweat bead up on his brow as he fucked me. His eyes closed in pleasure as he let himself go. In seconds, gentle Clancy, turned into a raging animal as he pounded his dick into me. The pleasure was building and I reached down to my greasy dick and started stroking it in tune to Clancy's thrusts. I stroked, he thrust. My back told me the orgasm was coming. It arched. I was supported only by the back my head and Clancy's dick. My stroking became a furious blur and a growl escaped my throat. Clancy saw it coming and increased his tempo to match my strokes. I felt his dick swell against my ass as he buried himself in me and he arched backward with a muffled growl himself. My dick swelled in my hand and my legs pulled Clancy violently against me. My own cum blasted against my face and lips, propelled by Clancy's and my lust. I could feel his dick pulse with his orgasm in time to the frantic pumping of my own. Clancy placed his hands astride my chest and I felt his sweat drip wetly onto me. I looked up to see a beatific smile as he lowered himself onto me. He changed his mind and shoved himself back into me as he raised my leg over his head so he could lay next to me with his dick still imbedded in my ass.
"Clancy, never, ever take your dick out of me." I begged.
"I won't, but remember, people will talk."
We were so exhausted we almost didn't wake in time for Clancy to get back to his own bed before we heard his family moving around the house that Christmas morning. For the next five month's we made love at every opportunity, and I was completely, totally content.
I stood in the cold pouring rain, watching as the other miscreants marched their tours. What better duty for me (my Commander thought), as I did my own tours, than to supervise others as they did theirs. It was late January, and if I had things figured out right, I only needed to march two hours a night till mid May in order to graduate. In June, I'd start the summer session at MIT.
I still missed Clancy, as a friend and as a lover. It was about this time a year ago that Clancy received word he'd been accepted at Cambridge University in England. Although for rank and status purposes he was a junior when we met, and loved, he was academically a senior and would graduate a year ahead of me. We carefully avoided discussing our impending separation, and when it had come last June, we'd just as carefully hid the tears and heartache. In the seven months we'd been lovers, I'd never told him I loved him, nor had he told me. Maybe we just assumed it, or assumed the strength of our passion said it for us.
Over Christmas, I was again invited to the Matthew's and again the big jet had taken me to Orlando. This time things were much different. We still played golf, swam and did the toursty stuff, but now there were three of us. Clancy had met his Prince Charming and brought him home to meet his parents. Stuart was a senior at Cambridge, in line for succession to the throne (very, very distantly), was landed and heir to a seat in the House of Lords. Stuart McTavish was an impressive piece of work. He was a huge, bearded Scot and one of the last of the line of great Scottish kings. And Clancy loved him dearly.
I wasn't jealous. Really. Clancy was still my best friend, and I his, and I reveled in the glow that now surrounded Clancy when Stuart was present. I spent the vacation mediating family meetings as the Matthews came to grips with their son sleeping with a man and his willingness to openly display his affection for him. It was a busy week, but in the end Clancy and Stuart had earned their grudging acceptance. It was, after all, very difficult to resist the charms of Stuart McTavish when he turned them on. How many parents would have loved their offspring's suitors to be heirs to a crown, have immense wealth and own a Scottish castle on the North Sea.
The clock on the Academy Church brought me back from my reverie. It was 10 PM and time for me to send the marchers back to their rooms. I formed them up and dismissed them. Because it was a Friday night, I walked over to a dark shadow to await Harry Kent's attempt to sneak by me.
It had become a Friday night ritual. I caught him sneaking back from a late date downtown, and he covered for me as I sneaked out for a late night rendezvous. Tonight, hopefully, I would meet Aaron Finkle. He was a graduate student at the local college. If he was unlucky in the bars tonight, I'd see his van pull into the all night gas station. By the time he got back from paying for the gas, I'd be in the passenger seat and we'd drive to a quiet spot where I'd fuck his lights out. Aaron was an unrepentant and damn near insatiable bottom. I was certain he'd drop his pants and bend over in front of a charging grizzly bear, just on the off chance the collision would result in intimate contact. He liked cute little boys in uniform, and I liked boinking him. It was all we had in common, but it made a couple Friday nights a month interesting.
A movement in the shadows caught my attention.
"Gottcha again Harry!" I chuckled to myself.
I stepped out of the shadows and strode forward. A hand shot out from the shadow and grabbed my throat and slammed me against the wall.
"Hello Michaelanglo Da Vinci. Guido Lambetti and his son send their regards!" Came the harsh whisper.
I felt something hard press against my stomach and my world exploded into blinding agony. The pain was incredible, every nerve in my body was on fire. The Catholic part of my mind screamed in terror. I was in Hell, and the agony that burned my body would last forever. If I endured this torture for a billion years, my mind screamed, it was less than a billionth of a billionth of eternity. My conscious mind joined the Catholic mind in its screech of terror and agony.
Pain that eclipsed the fire in my gut blossomed like a nova in my chest. It was like the sun compared to a candle. What could possibly be more terribly agonizing than the torment of hell?
The nova lasted only a split second, and I opened my eyes. I was slumped against the wall of the dorm and I knew I was dying.. I felt nothing, I didn't breath and I could tell my heart no longer beat in what was left of my chest. The shadow leaned close and whispered.
"I give you five seconds to make your peace with God."
I didn't waste the time. I'd just had a vision of Hell and I had a lot of ground to cover.
Before I opened my eyes for the last time, I had one last thought to send. It was personal and, for once in my life, completely honest and from my heart.
"Thank you Clancy, for being the one true love of my life. Forgive me for never saying how much I loved you and how much happiness you brought me. I pray you and Stuart are happy together forever."
I opened my eyes and the shadow still stood before me. It took all the strength I had left to nod. The shadow nodded back. I was surprised at how hot the barrel of the gun was as he pressed it to my forehead. I watched the finger tighten on the trigger.
"Good bye Clancy! I love...."
Excerpt from the London Times social column -- June 2004
Just over a year after Lord Stuart McTavish shocked the British Isles, Parliament and Buckingham Palace with his exchange of vows with his life's partner, Mr. Clancy Matthews, Lord Stuart dropped another bombshell by presenting his adopted heir to assembled friends, family, and Royalty.
Just as the announcement last year crushed the hopes of countless Scottish lasses dreaming of marrying into a royal family, this announcement dashed the hopes of dozens of lesser cousins of coming into the fortune of the McTavish's.
Lord Stuart and Mr. Matthews presented Baby Ethan Alexander Matthews McTavish to the crowd in the main hall of Castle McTavish, with Lord Stuart's mother and the parents of Mr. Matthews in attendance. The child is named for the slain roommate of Mr. Matthews, and is heir to all the McTavish estates and overseas businesses as well as Lord Stuart's seat in the house of Lords. The child will not want for money. He also stands to inherit the personal fortune of Mr. Matthews, the American computer genius, whose computer operating system has taken over 30 percent of Microsoft's market share in just the last two years. Mr. Matthew's personal fortune is estimated to be in excess of 20 billion pounds sterling.
The couple will continue to spit their time between Castle McTavish and Orlando Florida as they attend Lord Stuart's responsibilities throughout the British Isles and around the world; and Mr. Matthews' corporate empire in America.
In other Royal news ......
January -- 2005
Clancy awoke to the quiet crying of Ethan. Clancy looked lovingly at Stuart curled up next to him and then got up to attend the child. Stuart looked up at him and whispered.
"It's my turn, my love. After all, I haven't seen the little bugger for the last month and we need to get reacquainted."
"I'm already up. Besides you had the longer flight and are exhausted. You can get him next time."
"It wasn't the flight that exhausted me." Stuart chuckled. "Do hurry back, love. I'd forgotten how cold this old castle gets in the winter."
"That's probably what has Ethan all off schedule." Clancy thought has he picked up the fretful baby.
He and Ethan had flown in from Orlando and arrived at Castle McTavish just hours before Stuart got in from Hong Kong. It had been a long separation, and a very robust and athletic reunion had ensued when the sun went down. Ethan was probably just annoyed at the lack of attention and probably the change from the 90 degree weather in Orlando to the sleeting storms of Northern Scotland. Normally, the baby slept through the nights now.
Clancy fed the child and then played with him until the baby's face indicated he'd expelled what was really bothering him, and an amazing stench confirmed it. As Clancy changed him, he told the baby of his namesake, again. This time the story was sadder, for it was 6 years to the day that Ethan Cooke was murdered.
The crime was still unsolved. The best theories were either a mob hit on the wrong man, or a copy cat killing mimicking a mob hit. Clancy didn't care. The Ethan he'd loved was dead either way.
"Do you know why I tell you I love you so much?" he cooed to the baby.
"It's because I really do love you so much, and a little because I never told Ethan how much I loved him. Never telling someone you love them is a horrible mistake. It haunts you for years. And that's why I tell you and Stuart I love you so often."
Clancy wiped the tear from his eyes and wished once again, he could tell Ethan how much their love had meant to him. As much as he loved Stuart, he deeply regretted never expressing his love to Ethan. He would give anything, for just one chance to say how much he loved him and to say good bye.
A strange gurgle from the baby got Clancy's attention. He looked down through his misted eyes and his heart froze. The pale blue eyes of a baby had been replaced with the deep keen blue he recognize instantly. Eyes that looked up at him intelligence, humor and above all, love.
"Oh Ethan!" Clancy sobbed. "I'm so sorry I never told you how much I loved you or how much you added to my life. I've missed you so much. Thank you for being my best friend and first lover."
The babies eyes closed and Clancy wiped away his tears.
"Just a strange quirk in the lighting. And the fact I'm in a spooky old castle full of old Scottish ghosts." he thought.
But maybe not. Clancy suddenly felt an immense weight lift from his heart. He felt whole again, the little part of his heart where he kept the little nugget of his regret about never expressing his love for Ethan was gone.
"Oh how I love you my little Ethan." He laughed. And now it was meant only for the baby. He'd finally come to grips with the past.
Clancy returned the sleepy baby to his crib next to the big bed Stuart snored peacefully in. He crawled up next to Stuart and wrapped his arms around the sleeping giant. As the giant moved in welcome to Clancy's embrace, Clancy took a last peek at the baby.
"Good night my baby Ethan, and good bye Ethan, my first true love."
As Clancy fell asleep in his partner's arms, the baby's eyes opened. The clear blue eyes of the older Ethan looked out, the eyes again filled with love for the sleeping form. The baby really did want to sleep so the presence let him shut his eyes and drift into a baby's dreams. The presence carefully watched to make sure the dream was one of warmth, a full stomach and a dry bottom, and that it was filled with the comfort of knowing people who loved him dozed nearby. It made sure nothing more terrifying than the friendly face of one of the soft, fuzzy stuffed animals that inhabited the baby's crib would intrude on the dream and then departed.
In peace.