A New Beginning - Chapter Thirteen
This is a fantasy story involving male to male relations. If reading stories like this is something you don't want to be doing, or it is illegal where you are, I'd suggest you leave. I'd also be wondering what you're doing in the Gay Male section!! If it IS something you want to do then read on.
This is a fantasy and condoms are not used. In the real world you should always practice safe sex.
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Where we left off.......
When the movie finished I carefully removed the remote control from Trevor's fingers. Somewhere near the end he'd drifted off. I switched the TV off and settled back into his arms. It might be a while before I'd be able to do this again so freely, so I made the most of it. As I snuggled in more firmly his arms closed around me in a hug. With a sleepily mumbled "I love you" Trevor drifted back to sleep. Shortly afterwards I joined him.
<A New Beginning - Chapter 13>
I awoke the morning still wrapped up in his arms, with something hard poking me in the lower back. I grinned to myself as I pushed back against him, eliciting a sleepy groan. I sort of rolled onto my side and grabbed a handful, stroking him slowly until I got another groan, and then glanced at the clock. With a start I realised that Trevor had to be at work in 10 minutes.
I shook Trevor properly awake, telling him what time it was. Having barely woken and just been settling in to a sleepy handjob, Trevor jumped to his feet with a bit of a shock and raced for the shower. While he was showering I quickly put something quick and portable together for his breakfast and he was out the door with a quick kiss of thanks.
When I finally had a chance to think I realised that today I was heading home to Canberra. I hadn't even had a chance to say a proper good-bye to Trevor. I decided that I'd drop by his work to say good-bye properly before I left .
I had some breakfast and a shower and made sure I'd packed only what I needed into the backpack. Yet again I wished that I had panniers on the bike, as there was so much more freedom not wearing a backpack. I put the rest of my stuff together and left it on my bed for Trevor to bring with him in the car. I locked the door and headed on down to the bike, starting her and leaving her to warm up. When she was ready I went straight to Surfer's Paradise and the Mall where Trevor worked. I managed to find somewhere to park where I wasn't likely to get a ticket and dropped into the blade store.
Trevor was nowhere to be seen which meant that he was out with a client. Usually if he didn't have a booking he'd be trying to drum up business in the shop. I'd already seen enough to know that a lot of the young girls who got lessons did so because of how Trevor looked, not because they wanted to learn how to blade. One day I'd watched unobtrusively from a distance and it was obvious that the girl that day had been trying to get her hands on Trevor for most of the session. Then again he DID have a great body, so you can't really blame them.
I really had to hand it to the blade shop as they knew the tricks to use. They had another good looking guy (with dark hair instead of Trevor's blonde) and both a blonde and a dark haired girl working for them. I suppose they were catering to all tastes that way. Kyle (the dark haired guy) was away sick at the moment which was why they couldn't spare Trevor until the weekend.
Having checked the store I wandered out to the Esplanade to see if he was there. Once outside I saw him with a client heading towards me. The girl was still somewhat unstable and had to hold on to Trevor to stay up half the time. I don't know whether it was jealousy rearing it's ugly head or not but it looked to me like she was deliberately making mistakes so that she could grab Trevor. I chided myself for getting just a touch paranoid. As they skated past me and into the Mall I watched her grab Trevor's arse as she "fell" and I silently apologised to myself for doubting. It was no paranoia... it was Fact!!
I waited a few moments and then trailed them inside. I hovered outside the store, trying to stay out of the way but check whether Trevor had any other clients. As luck would have it there was no-one waiting and he excused himself and came out to talk to me.
"Ugh!" he said, giving himself a slight shake, "I feel like I've been mauled. She's been coming to me once or twice a week for the last month or so. Either she's a REALLY slow learner or it's just a stupid excuse. She certainly ends up putting hands where no-one else does when they fall over. She hasn't actually grabbed me by the bits yet, but I think she's just waiting for an excuse. Thankfully there aren't too many like her. Yuk!"
I grinned at him.
"What's the matter?" I said, "Can't my little studmuffin handle the attention from the girlies? You are a bit of a spunk you know? Can't blame them for wanting a handful now can you. Besides, there's quite a lot of you to grab!!"
Trevor went red and looked away.
"Well you ARE rather well built you know? And it IS fairly obvious in those spunky little shorts you wear." I continued, unable to resist the temptation to tease him further. "Thankfully though, I have exclusive rights to those bits!"
Trevor had recovered enough by now to flash me a grin.
"Now that you bring the subject up you don't look too bad yourself in shorts." he countered, "Or out of them for that matter. I think I prefer you out of them rather than in them."
Now it was my turn to flush red and look away.
After a little more joking we turned serious, realising we were going to be separated for the first time. It really didn't seem like only a few short weeks since I'd met him, he'd become so important to me in such a short time. Even a few days without him was going to be unbearable.
"We'll be in contact each night once I get to Canberra, won't we?" I asked hopefully, thankful when Trevor's face burst into a smile and an emphatic nod. "The time will go by quickly. You'll be at my place in Canberra in no time at all."
"Now you definitely know where you're going don't you?" I asked, waiting until he nodded before I continued, "And you'll ring me regularly so I know you're OK? I'm going to miss you Babe."
"And I you!" he answered in a voice laden with emotion.
I stroked the side of his face gently, mindful that we were outside his work. He quickly dragged me outside the Mall and around the corner where we could kiss properly without TOO many people seeing. When we finally came up for air we said good-bye and he headed back to work. I watched that cute arse of his as he went, already missing him, then went and found my bike and started the long trip back to Canberra.
The trip down was about as eventful as the trip up, so there's really nothing to report. I decided not to stop anywhere overnight, but just headed for home. Thankfully there were some good truck stops where I could stop for a breather and replenish the blood levels in my caffeine stream (Yeah I KNOW that should be the other way around, but by the end of the trip I think it was fairly accurate!). Riding a bike is different to driving a car in that you can't relax as much. A slip-up in concentration is far more dangerous on two wheels than it is on four.
Nevertheless I survived the trip, arriving back in Canberra around 4am. I have to say that driving through Sydney is MUCH easier after midnight as there is barely a soul on the road, and the traffic lights are generally green the whole way through.
By the time I got to my home suburb in Canberra I was getting pretty apprehensive. Memories were starting to surface that I'd effectively buried while in Queensland. Memories that the locale were stirring. Memories that the house was going to reinforce even more strongly. Michelle was in that house, maybe not in body but definitely in spirit.
Turning into my own street I slowed right down, trying to drag out going home. I was even tempted to turn around and go right on back to Trevor, but I knew I couldn't put it off after traveling all this way. I pulled the bike up into the driveway and shut off the engine, sitting in the dark for a while trying to sum up the courage to go in. I eventually got off, locked up the bike and made my way up the steps, dragging my feet to delay the inevitable. I did NOT want to go in.
Once inside it was a little easier. I was here now, and couldn't do anything about it. I dropped my stuff in the front hallway, heading into the kitchen to get myself something to eat. I whipped myself up a quick banana smoothie that I figured would go down easy but give me at least something in my stomach as I hadn't eaten anything since around 11pm. If I didn't eat anything then my stomach would wake me up during the night and I wanted to at least try to get a good sleep.
Looking around the kitchen there were so many memories of Michelle. She and I tended to like different foods, so particular items I associated with her.
Seeing those added to the ache inside me, making me feel close to tears. Being as tired as I was didn't help the defenses. It is never easy to control emotions when you're edgy and exhausted. I REALLY needed to get some sleep.
The problem was that I didn't want to sleep in OUR bed without HER there. Finally I decided to use the spare bed. I walked into the spare bedroom and cleared off the bed, stopping to hold some of the washing that usually ended up there before folding. I don't know how long I stood there holding her clothing, remembering her smell, her laugh, her touch.
I managed to shake myself free of the memories and prepared the bed. Before hopping in I made the mistake of heading to the en-suite off the master bedroom to go to the toilet. There were so many things of hers in there, her toothbrush, hairbrush, her perfume. It smelled of her, raising yet more memories. Memory after memory came flooding through my mind, flattening me under the onslaught. I slid to the floor as my legs gave way underneath me, battling to control the tears. I thought I'd let it all go in Queensland, but it seemed that I'd only managed to fool myself into thinking I had. Everywhere I looked she was there, and I knew that if I opened the door I'd see our bed, bringing yet more memories to tear me apart. I missed her so much.
As I fought for control, feeling myself tremble with the strain, I heard the mobile phone ring. I'd forgotten it was still attached to my belt. I flipped it open and held it to my ear.
"Paul? It's me, Trevor. I know its 4:30 in the morning but I had this really strong feeling that I had to ring you. I don't know why, but I HAD to. Are you alright?"
"Trevor!"
I managed to put all the hurt, pain and longing into his name, fastening onto that one single support in my shattered world. I couldn't control the tears any more and they came flooding out as I sobbed into the phone. I could only dimly hear Trevor's reassurances. As grief overwhelmed me I lay on the bathroom tiles, the forgotten mobile phone tumbling from my hand as I cried out my anger at the world.
Why had she been taken from me? Why was I alone? Why was the world such a heartless place? I was unaware of the sobs coming from the phone as Trevor cried with me, sharing what I felt and wishing he were here to hold me and take away the pain. Over a thousand kilometres apart we cried, unable to hold each other, unable to give and receive the support that was needed. Eventually I cried myself to sleep, curled up alone on the tiles with just my memories of Her.
I awoke to a great deal of pain. Lying on cold tiles for hours, having just gone through a traumatic experience tends to make the muscles a little tender. Also I wasn't used to something like 14 hours on the bike in one day, so there were muscles complaining THAT torture as well. I was busting to go to the toilet (which I hadn't ended up doing before I broke down) so I took care of that as my first priority for the morning.
I finally sorted some of the aching muscles out enough to make my way back to the spare bedroom and climb wearily into bed. Four hours of sleep on the bathroom tiles seemed to have barely dented my tiredness so I quickly slid back into sleep, haunted by dreams of Michelle.
I woke again around 8 hours later, feeling at least a little refreshed. Some of the aches had dissipated during my sleep, but I was still feeling a few effects of my impromptu date with the bathroom floor.
I steeled myself and dashed for the shower, trying not to look at anything on the way. I finally started to relax a little once I was in the shower, remembering times with Micelle, but also recent times with Trevor. I'd have given just about anything for Trevor to be there with me, holding me safe and helping keep the memories at bay. I was rapidly starting to realise that having a few days alone here before Trevor arrived was a BAD idea.
After dressing I made myself some breakfast, nothing fancy just cereal... it was after late in the afternoon, and tried to think about what I was going to do in the next few days. It wasn't easy, so I started writing things down on paper and categorising them into "Have to do", "Want to do", and "If I get the time". After getting nowhere fast with that (my mind kept focusing on memories associated with items I could see in the room), I gave it up and settled down in front of the TV. As usual there was crap on all the stations, but by surfing between them I passed the time and kept my mind at least partially occupied for a while.
Around 8pm I tried to phone Trevor, but only got the answering machine. I left a quick message to say that I'd called and asked him to give me a call when he got in, no matter what the time, and that I missed him already. Then it was back to that thrilling stuff on TV. Life just couldn't get better than this (NOT). Sigh!
Even though I'd only been awake for a few hours, I was starting to feel sleepy. Knowing myself fairly well I realised that my mind was in overload coping with everything and that I'd probably sleep for ages as soon as I hit the pillow. But I was scared of the dreams. The dreams I'd had the "night" before were still fresh in my mind, mostly made up of times that Michelle and I had shared, both good and bad. I dreaded going back to sleep as I knew that the dreams would come and I'd wake up more stressed than when I went to sleep. I also wanted to wait until Trevor had phoned as I really needed to hear his voice.
I think I must have dozed in front of the TV as I was startled awake by a knock on the door. It was around 9:30pm and I'd told no-one that I was back, so it must be one of the neighbours. It was pretty late though which was odd as most of my neighbours would never visit at such a time. I opened the main door, knowing that the outer screen door was still safely locked.
"Hello. Can I h......"
Trevor was standing on the doorstep with a huge grin on his face.
For a moment I just stood there, sure that I was dreaming, waiting for him to disappear in a puff of smoke. I could feel my jaw drop as time went on and he stayed there, his grin getting even wider if that was possible.
"D'ja miss me?" the apparition said with a cocky grin, "You going to leave your jaw flapping like that, or are you going to let me in?"
I fumbled with the keys, never taking my eyes off him in case he wasn't there when I looked back. He opened the door as soon as it was unlocked, coming inside and locking the door behind him. As the main door closed I tentatively reached out and touched him, trying to reassure myself that he was actually real. I still felt half asleep which was why I doubted, thinking I was still in a dream.
Trevor put his bag down and stepped towards me, enveloping me in a hug that took my breath away. It felt SO wonderful, more like it'd been weeks since I last saw him, instead of only 36 hours.
I hugged him back fiercely, expressing my pleasure that he was here, and again trying to keep tears at bay. I was becoming a real sap. When we finally broke apart I looked him in the eye and said as sternly as I could manage at the time.
"You're supposed to be on the Gold Coast? What about your work? They can't spare you until Friday? Why are you here?"
Trevor grinned with one of those "I know something you don't know" type of looks.
"Kyle got back today so things weren't as tight. Given your phonecall this morning, I told them that they could either let me go today, or I'd quit. Given that I'm the most productive of their instructors they had to agree, given that Kyle was back. I really couldn't have done it if Kyle was still sick. They agreed of course, so I hopped in the car and came straight here.
It's a fair drive isn't it?"
I looked at him intently, feeling my eyes misting again over the fact that he was willing to quit his job to come and help me. I felt a tear roll down my cheek. Trevor immediately wrapped me in his arms again, stroking my hair as I cried softly into his shoulder. It was getting so as ANYTHING would set me off at the moment.
"Paul, I love you more than I thought possible in such a short time. Hearing you crying your heart out on the phone this morning nearly tore mine out as well. I wanted so much to be there for you, and with you, and we were separated by so far. When Kyle arrived at work I told him what was happening and he said that I should be with you, and that he'd be fine covering for the rest of the week. I knew he'd be able to hold the fort which is why I gave the boss the ultimatum. Besides, there are other blading shops around that I could work for if they fired me, so there's no problem. I just wanted to be here with you."
More tears from me, I'd have to put his shirt in the drier by the time I finished. I couldn't say anything, just clung to him as the tears continued. When they finally stopped I pulled his head down to mine, stopping with our noses nearly touching.
"I love you Trev! I can't believe it's possible so soon after Michelle, but I DO love you. You putting your job on the line and coming down here means so much to me. I was dreading the next few days until you arrived as I realised it was a bad idea being here alone. I would have got nothing done and been miserable the whole time. Thank you SO much for coming down."
Our lips touched and we kissed. Then I held him tight, feeling his gorgeous body in my arms and those wonderful arms of his wrapped around me.
"Can we leave the 10 cent tour until tomorrow morning?" I asked. "I think we're both pretty beat."
When he nodded in agreement I lead him down the corridor to the master bedroom. The spare bed was only a single and we weren't going to fit into it. Though I felt a bit traitorous sleeping with someone else in our bed, having Trevor with me was necessary tonight. We quickly made the bed (which I'd stripped before I'd left to head North), got undressed and hopped in.
When Trevor spooned around me it felt wonderful, feeling the length of his body against me, his chest hair against my back, and this intense heat source nestled against my butt. I snuggled back into him, trying to shut out the world and all it's memories. I concentrating on the fact that I was here with Trevor and wrapped up in his loving arms, my shield against the world outside.
Tonight, I slept easier.
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