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Scott and Scamp: Part 3
I had gotten two hours of uncomfortable sleep, when I felt Scott shaking me. "Wake up, lets go." He whispered. I was still groggy.
Behind him Curt spoke, "Frankie, I need to talk to you." Scott looked annoyed, but got up and headed out the door with Curt. I heard Curt yell, "What the fuck do you think you are doing?" They were arguing but I could not make out what they were saying because they had headed away from the door to the middle of the parking lot.
I headed for the door, so did most the Regulators who were awakened by the yelling. I wasn't sure what they were fighting about but I knew it had something to do with what happened in the bathroom because Scott kept saying things like, "It's none of your business." The argument went downhill when Scott said, "At least I am not fucking Chas on the rebound."
"Well, at least I am not screwing some little boy." Curt replied, "Hey, he reminds me a lot of you, maybe I should get to know him." He had an evil grin on his face.
With that Scott dived on top of Curt and they began fighting. I was about to jump in and help, not that I had a chance in hell of doing anything other than getting my neck broke. But as I was about to run to them Chas grabbed me around my stomach to stop me. "No, they need to do this." She spoke softly in my ear. Even after I had stopped trying to run to Scott, Chas still held me too her around my waist, like I was a stuffed animal that she was holding for comfort. I was glad too, because I also needed comfort. No one was winning or losing the fight, they were wrestling for control.
"I pity you Scamp," she said while staring at the fight. I wondered why but it did not seem like the right time to have chat. But she continued, "Frankie destroys everyone that cares about him. He doesn't try to and he is a good person, but you can't be close to him and not suffer. He is like fire, beautiful and warm from a safe distance, but when you get to close, you get burned."
I could tell that those were words that only could be found from personal experience. And I knew she was being completely open and honest with me because of the tone of her voice. For the first time since I met her, I realized Chas was a human being with the full range of human emotion. But what could I do with her warning? I was in love. I guess I would have to suffer then, but let's not kid ourselves; he was well worth suffering for.
Scott finally gained control of the fight; he managed to get on top of Curt. He then began punching Curt in the face as hard as he could, over and over. There were tears coming down his cheeks and he was beating Curt like he wasn't a person, like he was a pillow that Scott was taking his frustration out on.
"Now we stop them." Chas said. She made a gesture and all the Regulators ran to break them up. It took all of them to get Scott off Curt and to hold him down long enough that when he got up he headed for his bike and not Curt. I stood above Curt, a bloody broken mess. I was terrified knowing that Scott had made him that way.
Scott got on his bike and told me to get on. I got on, but I did not wrap my arms around him like I usually did. I held his waist. I was much more comfortable on a bike now and after last night and today, I wanted to give Scott as much room as possible. When we pulled up in his drive way I asked, "Should I go home?"
Scott looked up at me, hurt. "You can if you want," he replied.
"Never mind," I said and followed him into his house.
His mother was at the door before it was fully open. She was about to speak. Before she could get a word out Scott held up a finger shushing her. "You are right," he said, "What ever you are about to say, you are right and I am sorry." She remained speechless.
We headed up to Scott's room. I motioned him to the bathroom where I could clean him up. He was covered in dirt and blood. I started the water running in the tub and put in some bubble bath. The bubble bath was mine. Scott has the coolest tub; it is huge with a whirlpool, so I took baths over his house whenever I felt stressed. Scott always showered but I felt he needed a bath, he seemed stressed. He sat on the sink and I got out the alcohol and started dabbing the open wounds and scratches. His face was the worst; there was blood and dirt all over it except where he had been crying. It was hard to find the scratches because most the blood was not his.
By the time I got alcohol on the open wounds on his knuckles the tub was full. I was in total mommy mode. I was enjoying the closeness of the moment and was wishing I could always take care of him in every way but I was also trying to fight those thoughts because of last night. I turned off the water and took off his shirt; he raised his arms letting me undress him. I took his hands and pulled him off the sink. Then I unbuttoned his pants pulling them down with his underwear at the same time. He leaned his weight on my shoulder long enough to step out of them. He stood there waiting for my next instructions. I took his hand and lead him to the tub. He got in and laid back with a sigh. I picked up a sponge, dipped it in the water and began rubbing his chest.
He giggled.
"What?" I asked.
"You are too good to me."
"I know."
"How did I ever find someone like you? Just lucky, I guess." He grabbed me and pulled me in the tub, making a big splash on the floor.
"Why did you do that?" I was laughing.
"You looked stressed, thought a bath would help." He started pulling my wet shirt off. I stood up and pulled of my pants and tossed them over the side with the rest of my clothes. Then I sat back down in his lap, laying my head against his chest. He wrapped his arms around me holding me close to him. "I am sorry about last night."
"It's okay." I mumbled. I was not okay; he really hurt me, not my head, but my heart, that damn hope thing again.
"It's not okay," he said forcefully, "I know I must have really hurt you and you don't even know why." Tears began running down his cheeks. I nestled close to him.
"It's okay, really, I forgive you." How could I not forgive him?
He stopped crying and kissed my forehead. I wish every moment in my life was like that one.
"You know I meant it, right? I might have been drunk but I meant it."
My body tensed. I thought he meant when he pushed me, he meant it, "Meant what?" I asked.
"When I said `I love you', I meant it." My body melted against his and I let out a sigh.
"Close your eyes," he said.
I closed my eyes and felt a warm spray of water hit my head from the detachable showerhead. Scott had his hand on my forehead so the water would not go in my eyes. Then he took the shampoo and started washing my hair. I was in heaven as he was massaging my scalp. He was doing it so gently, I loved his touch, he could be so gentle when he wanted to be. He just as carefully rinsed the shampoo out.
I figured turn about would be fair play, but I could not wash is hair from my current position. I had to turn around and straddle him. As I was shampooing his hair I felt his mouth on my nipple. He was sucking on it and my semi erection became a full erection in like seconds. I began moaning and grinding against his stomach. I am sure that I got soap all in his face when I was rinsing his hair because I so wasn't concentrating on that. When I was done I lowered myself onto his lap. His dick was as hard as mine and pressed up against my ass.
He kissed my lips playfully and I kissed him back. We were making out when he stood up in the tub, still holding me. We never stopped kissing as he carried me to his bed. We got under the covers because it got damn cold, real quick, being wet and all. As he was kissing and grinding against me I thought that maybe I finally had him, maybe he was mine. "Scott?" I asked breaking our kiss.
"Yes," he mumbled while kissing my neck.
"Will you take it slow? I've never done it before."
"Done what?" he asked still kissing my neck, god that felt good.
"Been fucked."
He stopped and leaned up to look me in the eye. "That is what you think we are doing?"
Um....yeah...declarations of love, kissing, what else comes next? "Well, you were..."
He rolled off me and sat next to me. "I know you are confused." He said. Damn right I was! "How I could have sex with Curt but not you...but see things were different...we were in prison and..."
"You had sex with Curt!?!?!" I yelled.
"Oh, god...you didn't know that?"
"No...while the hell are you straight with me but gay as a bird with Curt?" I was pissed, more pissed than I have ever been in all my life.
He began crying again. I swear he had not cried before all this Curt crap started happening. He could no longer look me in the eyes; he just stared straight ahead at the wall. "It was for protection. The first time I ever did real time, I was eleven. I was so small I made you look like a giant. But I was a hard ass." He smiled as he said that, if not for the tears I would have thought this was a pleasant memory. "Didn't realize, no matter how hard you think you are, five 17 year olds can do whatever the fuck they want to your 11 year old ass." The tears ran more heavily at this part and his smile was gone. "Curt protected me, but there was a price. That is why I could never do that to you, I could never do that to anyone."
I took his hand in mine and spoke as gently as I could. "Scott, it is not the same thing. They raped you, even what Curt did was rape, you might call him your friend, but he isn't. I don't want you to hurt me; I want you to love me."
He pulled me close to him. He was once again looking me in my eyes. "I do love you and I want to make love to you, but I don't know if I can."
"Scott, you are dealing with a lot. A lot more than I imagined. I won't try to push you anymore. We can move at any pace you like, I just want to be close to you."
"Come here." He pulled me on top of him and we began kissing. He licked his finger and slowly began working it inside me. I was in ecstasy and was making faces that showed my emotion. Scott was smiling, amused at how much I was enjoying his touch.
"Police! Open up!" They did not wait for a reply before kicking in the door. I was sitting in Scott's lap completely naked. Once again, Scott was neither shocked nor embarrassed about the situation. I was both. I got off him and covered myself with the blankets. Scott stood up in all his glory and pointed to some pants on the floor.
"Mind if I put some pants on?" he asked. One of the policemen nodded and Scott put on his jeans and a t-shirt.
As they were putting on the handcuffs the policeman said, "Francis Scott, you are under arrest for the assault and battery of Curt Matthews. You have the right to remain silent..." Scott didn't even looked like he was bothered about this, like police breaking down his door and arresting him was a natural occurrence. Just an inconvenience that was part of being who he was, then I realized, to Scott this was a natural occurrence.
It was a natural occurrence to Mama too because she did not even glance at her son as they took him away. She was staring at me in utter shock. I guess on her list of odd occurrences her son being naked in bed with a guy ranked higher than her son being arrested. If ever there was a good time for a lightening bolt to hit me and get me out of this mess, this would have been the time.
To be continued.
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