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A Chance Meeting Copyright: BrainTre Chapter 5
Chris woke up as he felt a draft on bare ass. He was lying on his side, and the blankets had become disheveled sometime during the night, exposing his smooth cheeks to the air in the room. He was cuddled up close to Scott who slept quietly on his side, with his back against Chris's chest. Chris sighed, and wrapped his arms once again around Scott, and pulled himself closer, allowing himself to be warmed by both his boyfriend, and the blankets on the bed. He glanced out the window. To his surprise, there was a light snow falling outside the window. He smiled contently, and kissed Scott on the cheek, and rested his head against his lover's body, and slowly drifted off to sleep again.
A couple hours later, Chris and Scott both awoke to the ringing of the phone. Scott knew it was going to be his mother, so, reluctantly, he moved out of Chris's embrace, and went and answered the phone. He was only gone a couple minutes, when he returned, jumping onto the bed, and sliding back in against Chris.
"Everything ok?" Chris asked him.
"Mm hmm," Scott replied, snuggling into Chris's bare chest.
Chris just looked at him. Asking, without using words, who was on the phone?
"It was my mother. She wanted to let me know that since it had stopped snowing, dinner was still on. I told her, I did not even know it had snowed."
"Ahh. It did snow though, look outside," Chris said indicating the window again.
"I will look later, right now, I have other things on my mind," Scott said nuzzling into Chris's neck.
Chris ran his fingers through Scott's short hair. Sliding his hands down to his back. Scott leaned forward more, and the two men began to kiss. Scott opened his mouth, allowing Chris's tongue to slide in. They pressed their bodies closer together. Feeling the warmth from the hard cocks as they rubbed against each other. Chris slid his hands down and cupped Scott's bare ass cheeks in his hand, and squeezed them. He rolled them over so that he was now lying on top of Scott. Kissing his mouth with more passion than the two had ever shared before. Their tongues played with each other, as their hands roamed up and down one another's body. Feeling, caressing, every inch of skin.
Chris began working his mouth lower. Once again, he feasted on the flesh of Scott's neck. Nibbled Scott's ears. Rubbed his face against the stubble that had grown on Scott's face during the night. He scratched his own stubbled chin across Scott's erect nipples as he moved further down Scott's body. Causing him to writhe in pleasure, and moan his approval to Chris's actions. Chris nipped and kissed and licked at the skin on Scott's belly. He licked circles around his belly button. Slowly, he moved further down.
He nuzzled the patch of hair at the base of his boyfriend's cock. Chris inhaled deeply, savoring the sweet man smell of Scott. He kissed him, just above his hard on. Gently, he cupped Scott's balls. Slowly he began to lick up and down Scott's hard shaft. Tasting the precum at the tip each time he circled the crown with his tongue. Kissing the tip of his lover's cock, Chris parted his lips enough, and slid Scott's throbbing cock all the way inside his throat. Scott screamed out at the intense pleasure, and clenched the sheets, as Chris began to massage his cock with his throat muscles. Scott began to buck his hips against Chris. Chris, in turn, continued to suck at Scott's cock, milking him of all his juices. He slid his hands beneath Scott's ass again, and massaged the globes of flesh he found.
Scott could not hold back any longer. Chris felt his balls tighten up against him, and he knew he would once again taste his lover. Scott screamed out in ecstasy as he filled Chris's mouth with his warm cream. Chris sucked and swallowed. Milking all the warm juices from Scott's throbbing cock. Chris reluctantly let Scott's softening cock free from his mouth. He moved up to Scott's face again, and pressed his lips to his lover's. Kissing, he shared Scott's juice with him. The two men held each other closely, basking in the afterglow of their frenzied sex.
Scott was beginning to kiss his way lower on Chris's body, when Chris surprised him and stopped him.
"Mmm...as much as I want to play more with you, hun, we really gotta go," Chris said.
"We can be late, really."
"Now how is it gonna look if we are late. Besides, the roads might still be slippery from the snow."
Scott, after some more discussion, reluctantly agreed with Chris, and followed him into the shower. Soon, both men were under the spray of water, washing each other's bodies, only stopping briefly to kiss and nibble at the skin they had just cleaned. They dried each other off in between kisses, and soon were dressed and headed out the door.
The drive to Scott's parents' house was uneventful. Chris drove his Jeep as it handled better in the snow, than Scott's car did. They held hands the entire time. Every so often, Scott would kiss the back of Chris's hand for reassurance that his family would love him as much as he did. Chris was still a little nervous however, and it showed on his face. He began to grow more nervous as he turned the Jeep on the street where Scott's parents lived. He looked over at Scott for a reassuring smile only to see a sheer look of terror on his boyfriend's face.
"What's wrong?" Chris asked.
"Umm...what time is it?"
"12:15," Chris said looking at his watch, "why?"
"Both of my sisters are already here."
"So, dinner is supposed to be at 12:30 isn't it?"
"Yeah, but it never starts on time, Diana has the boys to take care of and get ready, and hell, Susan and Phil have Tina to get ready, and she is a handful."
"So," Chris said simply, not sure what Scott was bothered with.
"So...they are all here already, which means, mom told them I was bringing someone. Which means, they all want to grill you, and embarrass me."
"Scott," Chris said, squeezing his hand as they pulled into the driveway, "relax, everything will be fine. Besides, it's me who is being put on the spot right?"
Scott sighed. He could see his nephews and niece peeking out the living room window. He knew he had to go see them all. He was not sure if he were ready for this anymore. Yesterday, he was thrilled at the idea of his family meeting Chris, today, it scared him half to death.
As they walked to the door, they squeezed each other's hands. This was it. Scott opened the door without knocking. A heavenly smell of pot roast and potatoes greeted them as they came inside. Scott took Chris's coat and hung it up with his on the coat rack. His mother was taking something vegetables off the stove. He heard everyone else in the other room.
"Mom," Scott said, "This is Chris. Chris, this is my mom."
Chris shook Scott's mom's hand.
"Very nice to meet you ma'am," he said, "I have heard a lot about you."
"Oh, well, don't you believe a word of it," She said with a chuckle, "now you two, go in the other room, and we will talk more during dinner."
Scott led Chris into the other room. He introduced him to his sisters. Both of them greeted him very pleasantly. Scott could not help but think things were going too smoothly. He did not say anything though. He brought Chris into the living room, where his brothers-in-law and his father were half watching the kids, half watching a football game. They guys looked up and exchanged hellos as Scott introduced Chris to everyone. The kids, too young to realize that Chris and Scott were a couple, just said hi and continued playing. Scott could not help but think something was going on. His family had hardly said anything to either of them. He was getting more nervous. He looked at Chris's face. Chris looked nervous too. Soon enough, though, Scott's mom called everyone to the table to eat. She sat Chris on the opposite side of the table from Scott.
After everyone had fixed their plates, and made sure the little kids were all set, the adults began to enjoy their meal. There was an almost uncomfortable silence for the first five minutes, and then, Diana finally decided to break the ice.
"So Chris, how long have you and Scott been dating?"
"Umm...I guess it has been about a week, maybe a little more," Chris replied nervously.
The others just sort of nodded. Scott looked nervously at Diana, as if pleading for help. He was closer to her than anyone else in the family. He knew if anyone could help, it would be her. She saw his look and smiled at him. At first he was comforted, then her smile turned into quite a mischievous grin. He knew he was in for it. Before dinner was over, he, and most likely Chris as well, would have turned several shades of red from embarrassment.
"So, tell us about yourself," Diana said to Chris, "Lord knows, Scotty here has not told us anything."
Umm...well, what do you want to know?"
"Whaddya do for work?" Scott's father asked, in an almost stern manner. Scott could not read the look on his dad's face.
"Actually, sir, I am a police officer."
"Snagged yourself a cop huh Scott?" Susan asked grinning at her brother, "we always knew you were a sucker for a guy in uniform."
Scott's face turned a crimson red. Chris's was turning a little red as well. The rest of the family just laughed. Scott's brother-in-law Phil spoke up.
"OK, I feel bad. Your loving sisters and mother cooked up this whole thing, as sort of a joke. None of us were supposed to say anything to either of you. They wanted to really give you the third degree over dinner, and make you, Scott, think they did not like him. When you can already tell they think he is a nice guy."
"Phil, damnit, you spoiled the fun," Scott's father said.
Scott and Chris looked at each other, both of them shaking their heads.
"Ok, so since we blew the joke, in all seriousness, Chris, how did you and Scott meet?" Scott's father asked him, this time in a tone that let Scott and Chris know, he genuinely wanted to get to know him.
Feeling relieved, Chris told Scott's family about how he met Scott, they all laughed at the fact that he stopped Scott for speeding. He told them more about his work on the force, and about growing up. Scott was surprised, he even told them a little bit about his own family and how he had lost them while he was pretty young. Diana and Susan both started to tear up as he recounted some of his happiest memories with his sister. Dinner went by extremely smoothly. Scott was relieved. He did not talk much, he savored that his family was taking to his new boyfriend very well. Dinner was over, and Scott and Chris helped do the dishes. His mother joked about how Chris must be a good influence for him; at least he was actually helping clean up.
Scott just gave her a look. Chris laughed at him.
Scott so badly wanted to give him a kiss, but he knew that the public display of affection might bother the rest of his family, so he held off. Scott's father called him into the other room. Said he had something he wanted to show him. Scott was nervous again. He went into the other room. His dad was sitting in the recliner. He told him to sit down.
"What's up?" Scott asked.
"I like him," his father said simply.
Scott nodded.
"And I can see it in your eyes. You're in love with him aren't you?"
Scott nodded again.
"Son, promise me one thing."
Scott looked at him questioningly
"You and he come around and visit us more often."
Scott smiled. He and his dad got up. They hugged. Scott could tell his father was getting a little teary eyed. He broke apart from his son, making the excuse he promised to pull the kids around on a sled after dinner, and he knew they were waiting.
Scott walked back in the kitchen where his sisters and mother were sitting at the kitchen table with Chris drinking coffee, and badgering him some more. His mom looked at Scott as he came in the room. Scott gave her a thumbs up. She beamed with happiness. She knew it had taken Scott's father a long time to come to terms with his son's sexuality, and this was a big step for him. Scott joined them at the table.
The afternoon flew by. Everyone talked. His sisters continued to embarrass him by telling Chris of the stupid things he did as a child. At one point, he and Chris went outside to play with the kids outside. It had even started to snow again. As the evening went on, His sisters left, and he said good-bye to his parents. He and Chris had to get going before the snowfall turned serious and the roads got too slippery. Chris told Scott's parents it was nice meeting them. Scott's dad told Chris he was welcome to come over to the house anytime. Chris thanked him.
Back in the car, out of sight from his family, Scott pressed his lips against Chris's and kissed him slowly and lovingly. Chris squeezed his hand and told him that he knew everything was going to work out fine, and it did.
As Chris stopped at the stop sign at the end of the road, the jeep skidded, and slid off the road. After making sure Scott was ok, Chris tried to get the jeep out of the ditch. He tires simply spun against the snow and ice that had already accumulated during the day. He looked at Scott. Scott sighed. They got out of the jeep, and made sure they had everything they needed from it. Chris locked it up and set the alarm on, and they walked back to Scott's parents' house.
Scott's parents had no problem with the two young men staying at their house until morning. They sat around and chatted some more, and drank some hot cocoa that Scott's mother had made. As the night drew on, Both Scott and Chris began to yawn more. They were getting up so they could go to bed, when Scott's mother spoke up.
"Chris, I just put fresh sheets on the spare bed for you. Scott, I am sure you can make do with the a blanket and pillow here on the couch, just let me know if you need anything else."
"But, uh..." Scott started, but Chris cut him off.
"Thank you, I'm sure, I'll be fine," Chris said and then walked off to go brush his teeth.
Scott followed him to the bathroom, "what do you mean you'll be fine?"
"Just what I said. Look, your parents JUST met me. You really think us sleeping together in their house, the night they meet me, is a good way for me to stay in their good graces?" Chris asked.
"But..." Scott trailed off. He knew Chris was right. He did not like it, but he knew he was right.
Chris kissed him on the lips. "Besides, it's just for one night."
After their brief talk in the bathroom, Chris went to the spare room, to get ready for bed. Scott went and lay down on the couch. His parents had also gone to bed. He lay there for an hour or so, flipping through the channels.
Already, he missed the feel of Chris's body next to his. They had spent almost every night together since they first went out. He had grown accustomed to holding him and being held at night. He tossed and turned on the couch.
*** Chris was restless. The bed was comfortable, but he could not sleep, in spite of his being exhausted. He tossed and turned. He even tried reading from one of the books on the shelves in the room. He guessed someone was a horror/mystery fan. The shelves contained mostly Stephen King and Dean Koontz novels. Even the reading did not help. He resigned himself to a restless night's sleep, and turned on his side and closed his eyes, hoping he would drift off.
Chris was finally drifting off, when he felt a sudden chill come over him, and then he felt the warm touch of another's flesh. He recognized Scott's touch as the arms wrapped around him, and Chris sunk back against Scott's chest, allowing himself to be held by his lover. He felt Scott's lips as the kissed the back of his neck. He turned himself in his boyfriend's arms, and the two men met in a steamy kiss. The kiss turned frenzied, as their hands began roaming over each other. Chris cupped Scott's ass cheeks in his hands, Scott had to bite his lip to keep from moaning to loudly, as Chris began to squeeze and knead the flesh in his hands.
Chris rolled Scott onto his back and kissed his neck. Sucking and nipping at the flesh. Chris gripped Scott's hard cock in his hand, and slowly stroked him up and down. He leaned down and sucked Scott's right nipple into his mouth. Sucking it, biting it, making it hard. Scott was breathing more heavy now. His moans were increasing in volume. Chris kissed him on the lips to quiet him down.
"Shh, baby, we gotta be quiet."
"Mmm...I don't care. I want you so much. I love you."
"I love you Scott."
The two men wanted to fully give themselves to one another once again, but neither of them had brought any protection; they sought pleasure in other ways. Chris positioned himself so that his mouth was over Scott's hard cock, and his cock, leaking precum, was gently rubbing against Scott's lips.
The two men, slowly at first, licked, and kissed at the heads. Then, as their eagerness grew, the devoured the other's hard, leaking cocks. Chris swallowed Scott down all the way, causing him to buck deeper into his throat. Scott slid his tongue down the underside of Chris's shaft. Licking Chris's balls as he reached the base. Never before had the two of them been so worked up, and so frenzied.
Chris knew Scott wanted to feel him inside him. He did the next best thing he could, as he continued to massage Scott's cock with his throat muscles, he slid one, then two, and then a third finger deep inside Scott's tight opening. Sliding them deeper, he began to massage Scott's prostate. Scott moaned loudly over Chris's cock, as he felt a jolt of pleasure rush through his entire body. He was close to shooting. He wanted to make it last longer, but he knew he was not going to make it. He continued to deep throat Chris, as Chris played with his hole, and sucked him down. He felt Chris's balls tighten up against his body. He knew he was going to taste his boyfriend soon.
With a stifled grunt and moan from each other men, they shot. They both felt the warm cum as it hit the back of their throats. The sweet taste they both savored. They simultaneously backed off each other's cocks, so just the head was in their mouths. Before long, they each had a mouthful of the other's juice. Chris turned himself around and raised his eyebrows at Scott. Scott nodded. The two men met in a wet and sloppy kiss, as they mixed the juices together, and savored the taste of them. They kissed for a long time, as they each swallowed.
Neither of them spoke. Chris lay back against the pillows again, and Scott rolled onto his side and placed his head against Chris's chest. Listening to his heartbeat, and with Chris stroking his hair, the two men easily drifted off to sleep.
Scott and Chris slept soundly, and were woken up by a quiet tapping noise. They both stirred, and realized someone was knocking at the open bedroom door. Their faces turned a deep shade of crimson, when they woke fully enough to see Scott's father standing at the door knocking quietly against the casing.
"Hey, umm...I just thought you would like to know, Scott, that your mother is probably going to be getting up soon for work."
"Thanks dad," Scott said quietly, as his father shut the door.
Scott looked at Chris, and they could not help it. Both men burst out laughing. The fell on top of each other giggling the way they did, but came to their senses a couple minutes later to get out of bed, and get dressed. They still had to get Chris's jeep unstuck so he could get to the station. Scott did not have to be at work until that afternoon.
Chris had already headed out, after thanking Scott's parents for their hospitality, while Scott hung back a little. He wanted to talk to his dad. After his mom had left for work, his dad was tying his shoes, and Scott just spoke.
"Dad?"
"Mm."
"Umm, about this morning..." Scott started to trail off.
"Don't worry about it. I know, it's taken me a while, but hey, you're my son, and I love you. No matter whom you're sleeping with."
"Thanks, you don't know how much that means to me," Scott's voice had started to crack and his eyes started to well up with tears.
Scott's father stood up and embraced his son in what was their first hug, since Scott had graduated from high school.
*** Scott jogged up to where the car was. He had swiped the traction aids from his parents' garage, just in case. When he got there, Chris had dug out the tires, and was getting ready drive it out. Scott ran up, and started pushing just as Chris gave it some gas. The Jeep easily drove out of the ditch. Chris brought Scott home before he left to start his shift at the station. He was on duty for 12 hours that Monday. He knew it was going to be a stressful day and there were sure to still be accidents and stuff to deal with from the snow the day before. He kissed Scott goodbye as he left.
Promising to call him or stop by that night after his shift ended.
Scott went inside, and checked his answering machine. He pressed the play button. There were two messages. The first, he had forgotten to erase from the other day. Sounds of Mama Cass singing filled the room. Scott erased that message. The next one played. It was Brett's mother. Scott almost passed out as he listened to the message.
"Scott, it's Rita, Brett's mother. I wanted to let you know, that umm, Brett is in the hospital. He was in an accident. The doctors don't know if he will make it. They found a letter addressed to you in his coat pocket. They...sobs if you could stop by the hospital, please." click
Scott did not even bother taking his coat off. He grabbed his keys off the counter, and ran out the door. He jumped in his car, and quickly took off to the hospital. He was tempted to speed to get there, but there were still slick spots, so he kept his speed down. He pulled into the parking lot and found a spot quickly. He ran inside, and learned that Brett was in the critical care unit. Rita was in the waiting room when Scott got to the unit. She hugged him, and then brought him to the nurses' station, and told them Scott was her son, so they would allow him to go in and see Brett.
Brett gasped, and his eyes welled up with tears again. Brett was covered with tubes running into his arms, and legs. He had a bandage around his head. Parts of it were stained red with blood. He was cut up very bad. Scott went and sat down next to the bed. He placed his hand gently on Brett's and sat there, and quietly sobbed to himself.
There it is gang. Chapter 5. As usual, it will be on my site soon (http://www.angelfire.com/me4/braintre10) I think my Webmaster is pretty done with his computer problems. I love feedback. Please feel free to email me at braintre1@hotmail.com Thanks again everyone for the great feedback you have been giving me. This chapter was tougher to write than I thought it would be. My next goal is to get chap 6 out BEFORE I go on vacation at the end of July. My summer class starts July 2, so things will be tight. We will see what I can do. Cheers!!!!