Chapter 6:

Butterflies Fly Free - by BW Copyright 2007 by billwstories

Chapter 6: New Horizons.x

**Author's Note:** Please read the disclaimer in Chapter 00 before you read this.

When I called the lawyer, I explained Colt's situation to him and he informed me that he didn't think it would be too difficult to get him emancipated. In fact, he said it should only take a couple of weeks to get it finalized. All I had to do was take Colt to his office for an interview and sign some paperwork. He suggested he had some time open later that afternoon, so I told him I'd pick Colt up from school and swing by. He said that would be fine. After I made sure I could take off a little early from work, I called Colt's school and asked them to give him a message for me. I told them to tell Colt that I would pick him up after his last class.

As I pulled up in front of the school, Colt was waiting for me. He had a puzzled expression on his face. He quickly jumped into the car and looked at me. "What's up?" he wanted to know. "Why are you picking me up?"

"You have an appointment with the lawyer, to start your emancipation process," I informed him.

"Oh, great!" he exclaimed. "I was afraid I was in trouble or something."

"Why would you think that?" I asked.

"I don't know," he said, shyly. "I guess I just thought it must be something really serious for you to take time off from work again, is all."

"Well, it is something important," I replied. "I'm helping someone very special to me." He flashed me that wicked grin of his.

"Thanks, Leo," he responded. "You always make me feel so good," he added, as we drove away.

The visit to the lawyer was quick and painless. Well, except that I did have to write him a check. Colt gasped when he heard the lawyer tell me the amount and his face went ashen. I guess he didn't think it would be that much and he let me know that, when we got to the car.

"Wow, how come it cost so much?" he demanded.

"That's just what he charges," I explained. "I was told he was my best choice to get it done without problems, so I paid what he asked."

"I'm sorry I'm costing you so much," Colt apologized, "but I'll pay you back. I promise." He looked so sad that it made my heart ache.

"Hey, don't worry about it, Colt," I told him, trying to soothe his guilty conscience. "I wouldn't do it, if I didn't want to."

"I know, but it's sooooo much money," he countered. "I guess you'd be happier if you'd never met me."

"Not at all. I'd never feel that way, even if you cost me every penny I had," I responded, automatically. Colt seemed to like my reply, because he gave me another adorable grin.

"Do you really mean that?" he asked, showing me his insecure little boy side.

"Of course I meant it or I wouldn't have said it," I assured him. "You've added something to my life, something that was missing, and I'll always thank you for that."

"I didn't do anything," he protested. "You're the one who's done everything for me."

"That's not quite true," I countered, "and don't sell yourself short. You're too special to have such a low opinion of yourself."

"Me...special?" he asked, excitedly, while looking at me as if he thought I'd lost my mind.

"Yes, even though you don't realize it, you are," I offered, as tenderly as I could. "And even if those around you don't always recognize it, you are truly unique and a pleasure to be around." He immediately leaned across the seat and threw his arms around my neck.

"You always make me feel so good," he squealed, while he enthusiastically squeezed me. He was like an octopus that wasn't about to let go of its prey. I nearly had to pry him loose, so we could go home. He was so cute about it, though, and he kept that marvelous glow about him for the rest of the evening.

When we arrived at the house, he raced ahead of me to unlock the door. He held it open and when I entered he announced, "I'll fix dinner, so you just sit down and relax." I thought that was very sweet and told him so. He didn't say anything in response. He only flashed me one of his cute smiles and went about his business.

I did as I was told, first going to my room to change into something more comfortable and then I sat down to watch TV. Actually, I spent most of my time watching Colt out of the corner of my eye, while trying to avoid watching him directly, as I was afraid that might bother him.

He moved about the kitchen confidently and a little more than an hour later we were enjoying another scrumptious dinner. This time he had prepared and Italian meatloaf, with a pasta salad and freshly baked rolls. I was impressed with his ability. He had skills few guys his age possessed. I made sure to compliment him several times about dinner and then I did the cleanup again, after stifling Colt's numerous protests.

While I was straightening things up, Colt went to his room to do his homework. When he finished, he came out and sort of cuddled up against me on the couch, while we watched a little TV together. I had finally decided this would be okay, as long as it was kept innocent. I still wanted to discover the depth of his feelings before we went further and I didn't want to prey on his emotional vulnerability by moving too fast. I think I had already decided that my feelings for him ran very deep and this wasn't just a sexual attraction, but I knew only the test of time would totally convince me. After all, I had known him for just a few days and was already thinking about a lifetime commitment together. Even though I was still somewhat young, I wasn't so naïve that I didn't realize this still might be some sort of a schoolyard crush. I just wanted to be sure how deep both of our feelings ran.

That night, when we went to bed, I was sort of surprised that Colt didn't try to slip in beside me again. I guessed that maybe he'd figured he shouldn't press his luck. However, the next morning when the alarm went off, I could feel his body pressed against mine and found his arm draped across my chest. It seemed this time he must have waited for me to fall asleep first. Maybe he was right. Maybe I WAS a really sound sleeper. I sneaked out of bed and was nearly halfway across the room when I heard him say, "Hey, wait for me."

I turned toward him quickly. "I thought we weren't going to do this every night," I said, as sternly as I could, without chuckling at his befuddled expression.

"It wasn't for the WHOLE night," he reasoned. I just gave him an angry look, because I knew I wouldn't be able to speak without laughing.

"Come on," he whined. "It's not doing any harm. We're both getting up in the morning and not having any problems during the day." I just looked at him, not saying a word, and the silence made him babble on.

"I didn't do anything I wasn't supposed to either, so what's the problem?" he pleaded. I couldn't take it any more. The sad look on his face and those irresistible eyes just made it impossible for me to make him suffer any longer.

"Okay," I said, "as long as you continue to behave yourself." A big grin spread across his face and he leaped into the air, like someone who had just won a sporting contest. With little warning, his jubilation changed slightly, when he raced toward me and jumped into my arms. The collision almost knocked me over.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you," he repeated, before kissing me on both cheeks and then on my lips. This caused me to spring an erection, so rather than let him discover what had happened, I placed him back on the floor. His eyes were wide and his mouth open, as he looked up at me.

"Uh, sorry," he began. "I was just sooooo excited. Please don't be mad."

"I'm not mad," I explained, "but we have to get moving. I don't want to be late." That seemed to be enough to appease him, so off we went to get breakfast.

The rest of the week went much the same. He went to school, I went to work, we returned home, Colt would fix dinner and I would cleanup afterward. There was one difference, though, which was he started to just come straight to my bed every night, but we only cuddled. I even started to spoon up behind him, rather than having him always behind me. I think he liked that just as much, if not more. All I know is, every day he stole another little piece of my heart. I was now beginning to wonder if I'd be able to live without him, should he happen to find someone else.

Seeing I didn't want to take the chance of that happening, I decided I should make sure I showed him how special he was to me. I planned to start doing that this weekend. I told him I was going to pick him up after school on Friday, but I didn't tell him why. I think he just assumed we had to go back to see the lawyer. I had taken the afternoon off, so I went home and packed a bag for us, before I went to pick him up. It took him a few minutes before he realized we weren't heading home or to the lawyer's office.

"Hey, where are we going?" he wanted to know.

"It's a surprise," I answered, tersely. This seemed to agitate him.

"Awww, come on. Tell me," he whined, flashing me his sorrowful, pleading look.

"Nope. You'll find out soon enough," I told him. He began to pout.

"Please?" he begged, looking even more pathetic.

"No way," I replied sternly. "Either it's a surprise or we can go back home instead." He looked crushed.

"Oh, okay," he said, half-heartedly, "but you're getting to be an old meany."

"If you say so," I answered, trying to sound disinterested in his protest. He wasn't happy with my response. We drove a little while longer, before I spotted a nice place to stop and eat.

"So, we're just going out to dinner?" he asked, still confused.

"Maybe," was all I told him in reply.

"Then why did we have to go so far away from home?" he wondered.

"It just seemed like a good idea," I responded, as I held the door open for him and let him inside.

We had a wonderful meal that night, with both us ordering Filet Mignon, with all the trimmings. However, the best part of the meal was being able to sit across the table and stare at him, while I asked him about his day. This distraction didn't last long, before Colt tried to wheedle out of me why we had come all this way just to eat. I didn't give him the information he desired, which was to find out what I was up to, so he grew even more frustrated with my stubbornness.

Eventually, we finished eating, left the restaurant and got back into the car. As we drove away, I headed in the same direction we had been traveling earlier. This just started Colt asking more questions and it was driving him crazy not to know where we were going. A couple of hours later, I pulled into a motel and informed him that we'd be spending the night there.

"But I didn't bring anything with me," he protested immediately.

"Don't worry," I assured him. "I packed a bag for both of us and it's in the trunk. I've got everything covered."

"Wow, you're really sneaky!" he exclaimed, upon hearing my reply.

"So I've been told," I replied, cheekily, which caused Colt to make a face at me. He was not happy that he couldn't break down my defenses. That's why I left him in the car, while I went to get us a room.

It wasn't a fancy place, but we didn't need it to be. We were only going to stay here for the night. I chose it primarily because it was close to where we were going and would allow us to get there early the next morning. Of course, Colt didn't know that, but he didn't seem to mind, once he realized we'd be sharing a room and a bed. Although he still tried to discover my plans, he was much less aggressive about it.

Before we went to sleep, I put in my request for a wake up call. "Why do we have to get up so early?" Colt asked, thinking I might slip and reveal our destination.

"You'll see," I told him.

"You keep saying that, but I don't SEE any more than I did before we left," he argued. "Why don't you just tell me?"

"Because that would ruin the surprise," I announced, before rolling away from him and turning out the light. Colt was not a happy camper.

Colt stayed on his side of the bed, but I didn't turn to see what he was up to. I was just surprised when he didn't snuggle up against me, as he usually did. It was easy to tell he was upset with me, but I knew he'd get over it, so I didn't let it bother me. However, I did miss the feel of his body next to mine.

The next morning, I woke up almost an hour before my requested wake-up call. I guess I was more than a little excited. I immediately discovered Colt was in the same position I would have normally expected to find him, spooned up behind me, with his arm slung across my chest. The only thing was, I didn't know if he did it intentionally, or just out of habit as the night progressed. Either way, I was satisfied to feel the contact, although I didn't take the time to linger and enjoy it. I wanted to make sure we got as early a start as possible.

I slipped out of bed and headed toward the bathroom. After relieving myself, I adjusted the shower and hopped in. Since I didn't hear Colt enter the shower, I jumped when I felt his hands on my back. "It's only me," he said, softly.

"Damn, you nearly scared the shit out of me," I told him. "You're lucky your not covered in it right now." He chuckled.

"Ewww, that would have been gross!" he exclaimed. "Why are you so jumpy."

"It might be because I'm not used to sharing my shower," I replied.

"Well, maybe we could BOTH get used to it," he countered, giving me an impish grin. "It's not a big deal. We've seen each other naked before." I immediately tried to think when he had seen me naked, but he continued to speak and interrupted my thoughts. "I'll wash you, if you'll wash me," he added.

"I don't know about that, Colt," I told him, although I knew deep down I wouldn't mind if it happened. In fact, I'd probably been subconsciously hoping it might happen.

"Look, I'll be good and not do anything sexual," he replied, in an effort to convince me.

"The whole idea of washing someone else IS sexual, unless you're bathing a small child," I challenged.

"Maybe," he conceded, "but what I meant is that I won't try to jack you off or anything like that," he explained. I thought about it for a few seconds.

"Well, if you can stick to just washing," I told him, "I might be willing to give it a try." Before I had a chance to change my mind, Colt had soaped up my backside and began to tenderly scrub me. He even washed my butt and allowed his fingers to run down inside my crack, but he never tried to penetrate my hole. I breathed a sigh of relief at that.

"Turn around, so I can rinse you off," he ordered, sounding much too comfortable with giving commands. `What did I get myself into?' I wondered. As soon as I spun around, he rinsed off my backside, gently using his hands to rinse away the remaining soap. Once that was accomplished, he began to wash my front. I got a little nervous when he started to wash my penis.

"Ah, maybe I should do that," I told him.

"I'm only going to wash it, not play with it," he explained.

"Maybe so," I conceded, "but I don't think it knows that," I added, causing both of us to look down. He laughed when he saw I was sprouting wood.

"It's okay," he said, comfortingly. "I won't take advantage of him." He laughed even louder now, enjoying his own little joke. I let him continue and he was true to his word.

When it came time for me to wash Colt, he was already as hard as a diamond drill bit, but I tried to ignore that. I gently washed him, tenderly caressing every curve of his delicate body. When it was time to wash his dick, I nearly broke my own rule, as the temptation to masturbate him was so strong. I'm sure he wouldn't have complained if I had done so, but I managed to restrain myself. After we dried ourselves, we went back into the other room and got dressed. We were now ready to be on our way.

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