Zack and Jay

Zack and Jay

Chapter 11

Author: Lone Wolf

I have bad dreams all night and don't sleep well. In my dreams I see different outcomes of yesterday flash in my minds eye. In a couple of them Jay ends up getting shot and dies in front of my eyes. In a few I manage to fight all the police and we run. In one we end up loosing Shawn for ever. During one of the fight dreams I feel a slap across my face, instinctively I bring my fist up trying to protect myself and feel it come into contact with something hard. I hear Jay yell out in pain.

I'm instantly wide a wake and notice from the early morning light coming in the window that Jay is holding the side of his face. I realize that I just hit him and move towards him. "I'm sorry; I was having a bad dream." I say to him almost in tears.

He moves his hand away and moves to me holding me. "I know. You've been thrashing about most of the night. I put Shawn in his crib around midnight so you wouldn't hurt him. This one was so bad I was trying to wake you up; you were fighting me so hard I slapped you. That's when you hit me." He says.

"Jay I'm so sorry. I didn't mean it. Did I hurt you?" I ask him.

"It hurts, but I'll be fine." He says pulling me into him and holding me. I start crying again and he holds me tighter. Once I've cried all the tears I can, I pull away from him and look at the side of his face, there is a red mark and a small bump, but it doesn't look that bad.

I happen to notice a very dark and ugly ring around my right wrist and look at the other one. Both wrists are extremely sore and black and blue. Well more black then blue. "Oh my God, look what those assholes did to me yesterday." I tell him holding my hands up for him to see.

"Holy shit Zack. They look horrible. Do they hurt?" He asks concerned.

"They're sore, but they don't hurt." I tell him. He gets up and starts to get dressed. And tells me to get up and get dressed too, and asks were my camera is. I tell him it's still out in the car. "Why?" I ask.

"Because I'm taking pictures of your wrists and we're going to send them to Judge Mitchell and your parent's lawyers to use against those assholes." I get up and as I'm getting on a clean pair of boxer briefs I notice another huge bruise on my thigh were Lt Ford had kicked me. I hear Jay come back in from outside and go out into the living room in just my underwear. He looks at me and notices the huge bruise instantly. "Oh my God." He says with tears in his eyes. "Those fuckers are going to pay for what they did to us." He says.

He takes a bunch of pictures of each wrist and my leg. Making sure to take pictures of each wrist from the top and the bottom and taking a couple of me from a distance so they can see exactly where all the bruises are located. After a short chat on the phone with my parents to get the necessary email addresses. He sends the pictures to Judge Mitchell, my parents, and the law firm that represents both of their companies.

"Why did you send them to my parents?" I ask him.

"Because, Mom wanted to see for herself how bad they were. And if we have to send them to anyone else, it's better if they have them and if we are busy with school, they can send them." He explains to me.

We sit on the couch and turn on the TV. The Saturday morning news is just coming on and the second story they cover is about us. They don't mention our names but they explain about the supposed kidnapping that had occurred yesterday in PA, about the fight at the diner that we supposedly started. They also tell about the Amber Alert that had been sent out all over the country and that two suspects had been questioned and released. Also, that charges are pending against us for resisting arrest. And the story ends there.

"That's it?" Jay asks. "How about that we were removed from your car by gun point along side the road? That we were held for over an hour as kidnappers? How about the fact that the baby we supposedly kidnapped is our son? And we started the fight at the diner? How about telling the whole story? What the fuck." He screams at the TV.

"Jay, I've got an idea, but we will need to talk to Judge Mitchell and Mom and Dad's lawyers first." I tell him.

"What?" He asks.

"We use the news in our favor." I tell him.

"What do you mean?" He asks.

"We find a national news program that will take our story and tell everyone. Let the whole country know what happened, not the half truths and lies the police are telling them." I explain to him.

"I like that idea. We can even show them your bruises so there will be no question about the police going to far. And all police cars have dashboard cameras, we can get the tapes of the two behind us and they will see we didn't resist arrest." He says.

As Judge Mitchell was the last to call my phone, I get up and grab it off the counter and hit *69. After the third ring he answers and sounds very tired.

"Judge Mitchell, it's Zack. I'm sorry to call so early, but Jay and I were up early and it's already all over the news. They didn't say our names, but we think it's just a matter of time before they find out who we are." I tell him.

"It's on the news already?" He asks me.

"Yeah, we were watching the local Saturday morning news and there was a two minute segment on us." I explain to him.

"Shit! Zack I'm sorry I was hoping to stop this entirely. I didn't want you guys to have to go through this. I think we need to take your story to the public. Get the whole story out there before they start spinning more lies about you." He tells me.

"Actually that's why I was calling. To see what you thought about us going public. Jay was really pissed this morning, because I woke up with black bruises around my wrists and a huge one on my right thigh were that asshole Lt kicked me. Then when we saw the news he really freaked out." I tell him.

"Take pictures of the bruises, I want to see them." He says.

"We already did. Jay got your email address from Mom and Dad. He has already sent them to you." I tell him.

"Hang on, let me check my email." After about a minute he asks, "Oh my God Zack, are you all right?"

"Yeah, a little sore, but I'll be fine. It looks worse then it really is." I tell him.

"Let me make a few calls, and I'll call you back in about an hour. I'll talk to your parents' law firm and see what they think about us going public. And Zack when we do this I'll be by your side the whole time. If anyone from the press wants to make contact with you they will have to come through me. With your and Jay's permission, I'll make all the arrangements. You guys have gone through enough." He says.

"Thank you for doing this for us. And thanks again for last night." I tell him.

"Zack you know I love you like a son and I'll do anything for you. I'll talk to you soon." He says.

"John, I love you too." I tell him.

"Do you realize that is the first time you have ever called me by my first name?" He asks.

"Well, after what you did last night, you are more than Judge Mitchell to me. From now on, I will consider you my second father." I tell him.

"Zack thank you. That means the world to me." He says, I can tell he is crying. "I'll call you back in about an hour."

"Ok, talk to you soon." I tell him.

I explain to Jay what he said and what he is doing. Jay agrees that it would be best for the press to go through him. That way we don't get overwhelmed with calls, and he can pick the best people for us to talk to. "He really cares about you, doesn't he?" Jay asks me.

"Yeah, he just told me I feel like a son to him. He has known my parents since I was a baby. He has watched me grow up, and has been there on all of the special occasions. Just about every birthday, Christmas, everything; he even went to Josh's funeral with us after only meeting him once. He said he wanted to be there for me. I love him almost as much as my own father." I tell him.

"Come here!" Jay says.

I move over to him on the couch and he pulls me into a hug and holds me. I slowly slide down his side and lay my head on his leg. I curl up on the couch in a ball next to him. He starts playing with my hair and I fall back to sleep. A little while later, I am awoken by him talking on the phone. I sit up and lean in to hear who he is talking to and what they are saying.

"Hang on, let me put you on speaker, Zack just woke up." Jay says into the phone. He starts pushing buttons and after a few seconds he says, "Ok. Judge Mitchell, go ahead. He can hear you now."

"Zack, I was just telling Jay, that I talked to your parents' lawyers and they agree after what was on the news you guys need to go public with your story. They feel it will be best to do it soon. That way we can head off any more lies they may be thinking of making up about you guys. They have already got a court order requesting copies of the tapes from the dashboard cameras and they should have them tomorrow or early Monday. I'm going to make a few more phone calls to contacts I have made in the business and see how soon I can set something up. You guys may have to miss a day or two of school for this, but hopefully I can set something up in the evening so it won't be a problem." He explains to us.

"Missing a day or two of school won't be a problem. But I do agree an evening program maybe better. More people are likely to see them then a morning program." Jay says.

"Well actually I was thinking about having you guys do ABC's World News with Charlie Gibson, then Good Morning America the following morning. That way we can get the evening and morning watchers, cover all the bases at once." He says.

"I like that idea." I tell him.

"I'll call back when I have any more news." John says.

"Ok, Thanks." Jay says, and hangs up the phone.

Feeling better then I have in the last 18 hours I lean into Jay and give him a very passionate kiss. "I love you." I say as I pull away from him. "And I am sorry for hitting you."

"It's alright, I know you didn't do it on purpose, you were asleep. What exactly were you dreaming about anyways?" He asks.

I tell him all about the dreams I can remember, trying to sugar coat the ones were he ends up getting shot. But he manages to pull every detail of them out of me I can remember. He is actually getting really good at being a counselor. Almost forcing me to tell him the stuff I didn't want to.

"You were that scared?" He asks me.

"I was more scared for you and Shawn than myself, but yeah. And then when we were in the police station and that officer walked by with Shawn, the way he was carrying on broke my heart. I want so bad to repay them for putting him through that." I tell him.

"Well you just may get that chance, if Judge Mitchell can set something up for us." He says.

I hear Shawn start screaming and run to him. He is almost hysterical when I pick him up. I hold him to my chest and walk back out to Jay and sit on the couch and try to settle him down. I tell him it's alright, he's alright. Jay talks to him as I hold him and when he hears both of our voices he calms down. He looks up at me with tears still streaming down his little face and then looks over at Jay. Within seconds he stops crying and snuggles into my chest, hugging me. Then he holds out his hands to Jay and as Jay takes him, he does the same to him. I can't believe how smart and loving he is already. He knew he was alright just by hearing Jay's and my voices.

"I'm going to the store. We don't have anything here to eat and I'm starving." Jay says.

"Hang on. I'll get him changed and we can all go. You guys aren't going to be out of my sight all weekend. And hopefully Monday morning I'll have calmed down enough to let you go to class by yourself, and be able to drop Shawn off at daycare." I tell him.

"Ok. On our way out we can stop at the Admin Building and I can sign the necessary paperwork to get my name changed on my records." He says.

I quickly change Shawn and make him a bottle, and we head out to the car. As soon as Shawn realizes I'm going to put him into his car seat he freaks out. I tell him, "You're alright; nothing bad is going to happen again. I promise." He stops crying and allows me to buckle him in as Jay gets into the passenger seat.

Shawn looks at me and says, "Dada." I'm instantly crying again; tears of joy this time.

Jay turns to me and asks, "Did he just call you Dada?"

"Yeah, he did. He said his first word." I hand him his bottle and he smiles at me and starts drinking it. I climb into the car and close the door. "I can't believe how smart he is. When I talk to him it's almost like he understands me. Even yesterday when Mom talked to him when we were getting ready to leave, he seemed to understand her too. But he is too young; he can't understand us yet." I say.

"Well the psychic did say he would be very intelligent. Maybe he is starting early." Jay says.

"Yeah, maybe." I say. I start the car and drive the short distance to the Admin Building. Jay runs inside and signs the necessary paperwork and comes back out after a few minutes with both of our schedules. He hands me mine and I look it over. I have a few free periods throughout the week and notice I still have every Monday first period open. With Jay taking the extra classes he has just as full a schedule this semester as I do. We will not be seeing much of each other during school hours. But we do have one free period together every Wednesday afternoon.

After checking out our schedules we head off campus to the grocery store and do our grocery shopping for the week. After a couple of hours we get everything we should need and head back home. We take our purchases into the apartment and put them away and I make us a nice brunch. As we are finishing up eating, my phone rings. I answer it and Judge Mitchell is on the phone, I put it on speaker phone for Jay to listen.

"Good news, I've managed to get us a slot on Tuesday's World News and then Wednesday's Good Morning America. I told them most of the story, but they said they didn't want the whole thing. The producers want the hosts' real reactions to it when you tell them what happened. I also forwarded copies of the pictures to them." John says.

"You did what?" I say.

"I forwarded copies of the pictures of you to them. Why, did I do something wrong?" He asks.

"Well, I was in my underwear in them. I really don't want the entire nation seeing me in my underwear." I say.

"Zack, stop it, you have a great body and have nothing to worry about. God I wish I was a little younger." He jokes.

"Ok, watch it." Jay says.

"I'm sorry now I've offended both of you." He says.

"We're not offended, I was only kidding, just like I know you were only picking on Zack." Jay says to him. Then to me he says, "See, I told you, you are hot."

"Zack, you are and have nothing to worry about." John says. We continue talking for a while and then he tells us we have to be in New York City Tuesday by noon. And we should be able to be back at school by Wednesday afternoon. He will meet us at the hotel we will be staying at, and ABC will be picking up the tab.

When we are done I call Dean Rogers and explain everything to him about what happened and that we will be missing class Tuesday and Wednesday. He says that that won't be a problem and he will let my professors know.

A little while later there is a knock on the door, when I open it Chris and Gary are standing there. I hug them both and invite them in. Gary almost immediately notices the bruises around my wrists and turns on Jay, "What the fuck happened to him?" He says; I can feel the anger in his voice.

"Gary, Jay didn't do this to me. Calm down and we'll explain everything." I tell him. After about an hour of telling them what happened; Gary apologizes to Jay and they hug. There are no hard feelings between them, thank God.

About that time Shawn wakes from his nap and Jay goes and gets him. When he returns to the living room with him, Gary and Chris can't believe how big he has gotten. Chris wants to hold him, so he hands Shawn to him. As soon as he lets go he starts screaming again. I tell him he is alright, but he won't stop. He keeps screaming and every once in awhile I here him cry, "Dada!" My heart breaks again and I take him. He instantly stops crying and hugs me. I sit next to Jay on the couch and we continue catching up with Gary and Chris. We tell them about our honeymoon and about what we did over the summer. Jay tells them about our reading the psychic gave us at the fair and they are amazed at how accurate she was.

After a while of talking, Shawn leans towards Jay with his arms out and says, Dada to him. I look over at Jay and he has tears flowing down his cheeks. "Now you know how I felt this morning." I tell him. "It's a great feeling isn't it?"

"Yeah, it is. I can't explain how it makes me feel; proud, happy, overjoyed, the list just goes on and on." He says, wiping his face.

Around dinner time I ask Gary and Chris if they are staying and Gary says, "We thought we had a standing invitation for dinner here every Saturday."

"You do, I just wasn't sure. You've been here all day." I say. I try one more time to get Shawn to go to them and he finally does. He doesn't cry this time, but he does look up at me as I hand him to Chris and he says, Dada; almost questioning me. "You're alright little man, they won't hurt you. I promise." He turns back to Chris and smiles at him. Jay and I head into the kitchen to make dinner.

When it is ready we all sit at the kitchen table, eat, and enjoy each other's company. Shortly after finishing and helping clean up Gary and Chris leave for their dorm room. They are actually roommates this year. After what happened last year, the school thought it best for them to remain together.

Sunday goes great; we spend the whole day together talking, watching movies on cable. We don't dare watch the news, afraid of what might be said about us. Jay does a lot for Shawn; changing him, feeding him, playing with him. Late in the afternoon, I finally ask him, "Friday scared you too, didn't it?"

"Yeah, I thought we were loosing everything." He says. "I know you have been taking care of him the most since he came to us. But that is going to change. I am going to do my share. We should split the responsibility of him 50/50."

"Jay, I've already told you that I don't mind taking care of both of you. I love you guys; I'll do anything for you. But, I can see how you feel and if you want to take on more of the responsibility I won't stand in your way." I tell him. I take Shawn from him, have him turn on the couch and lean back against the arm. I then lay between his legs and lean back against him. We lay there together playing with Shawn until dinner time. After the stress of the last two days it's nice just being able to spend a day together without any interruptions as a family.

Monday goes well. No assignments yet, all of my professors spend the time going over what will be covered this semester. Tuesday we are up early and head to NYC. Not used to driving into such a large city it takes a little longer to get there than we had expected, but arrive just as Judge Mitchell is pulling up in front of the hotel. He notices us and walks over to the car after giving his keys to the parking attendant.

"Any trouble getting here?" He asks.

"Nope, everything went fine." Jay says as he shuts the car off. We get out and the bellhop with Judge Mitchell's luggage comes up to us with his cart. He takes our things from the trunk as Jay hands a parking attendant my keys. He hands him a ticket and we head into the hotel. We register and are escorted upstairs to a huge suite. There is a bedroom for Jay and me, one for Shawn and one for Judge Mitchell. There is also a huge living room and a small kitchenette.

We notice a huge fruit basket on a table right inside the door and Jay reads the card. It says "Welcome to New York City. Hope your stay is enjoyable. ABC"

"Well I guess they aren't sparing any expense." Judge Mitchell says. We go over our story for a while. John tells us what we can and can't talk about because of the pending charges. He also informs us that all eight of the PA Sate Police Troopers have been suspended pending the investigation. And charges will be brought against them as soon as the District Attorney's Office is done with the paperwork. He tells us that they have received copies of the tapes from the dashboard cameras and are reviewing them now. They have located three of the four guys from the diner. That was probably the easiest thing so far. They were picked up at a local emergency room the next day seeking medical treatment for their injuries.

I apparently had broken both collar bones of the guy I had punched in the chest. I had broken the jaw of the one that I had punched in the face. And given the one I had kicked in the head a mild concussion. John and Jay both say they got what they deserved. And that I should not feel sorry for them, because of the look I had on my face when John explained their injuries.

Then he asks about a civil suit. Jay and I answer at the same time, "No."

He looks at us funny. Then he asks, "Why?"

"Because in a civil lawsuit we sue the State Police, the only ones that will suffer are the taxpayers of Pennsylvania. And if we sue the troopers themselves, they're probably going to loose their jobs. So their families will suffer more than them. Lt Ford will probably get a prison term from what he did, causing a lawsuit against him to make his family suffer even more. We won't do that to them." Jay says.

"You both agree on this?" He asks to me.

"Yes, we've already talked about it. And Jay said it's up to me, because I was the one that was hurt. But he did agree with me after I explained why I wouldn't sue them." I tell John.

"Fair enough; I'll let your parents' law firm know the civil lawsuit is out." He says. "Well they want us there around five o'clock so we have time to get ready. We better head over there now." He says looking at his watch.

We head back down stairs and the guy at the front desk stops us. "Sirs, I just tried calling your room, your limousine is out front, waiting on you." He says.

"Limo?" Jay and I say at the same time.

"What can I say?" Judge Mitchell says. "I guess they really want to hear your story."

We walk out the glass front doors and notice a very long black limo idling at the curb. The drive is standing at the back door waiting to let us in. As we walk up to him he asks, "Judge Mitchell and the Millers I presume?"

"Yes." John tells him.

He shows us into the car, and closes the door. There is a car seat inside already for Shawn. Jay buckles him in. The driver walks around to the driver seat and gets in, checks that we are ready and pulls away from the curb. After about a ten minute ride we arrive at the ABC studios and are met at the front desk by one of the World New producers. She introduces herself and takes us to a room so they can put microphones on us. A makeup artist and hair stylist come in and get us ready for the show. I refuse the makeup, I tell them there is no way I will go on TV wearing it. They try telling me that everyone wears makeup on TV even the guys, but I won't budge.

After a while we are escorted out to the studio were the news is done. Charlie Gibson is talking about forest fires in California with the unusually dry summer they are having. Then they cut to a commercial. We are taken to chairs that have been set up for us and are introduced to Charlie just before they come back from the commercial. For some reason they want Jay to hold Shawn through the interview.

When they are back from the commercial, Charlie explains about the Amber Alert that was posted Friday. He then turns to Judge Mitchell and introduces him to the viewers. He asks him a couple questions and Judge Mitchell explains that the Amber Alert was sent out after a group of people at a diner in Eastern Pennsylvania had made a false police report about two gay men that they believed had kidnapped a baby. Charlie then introduces Jay and me and asks us, "You are the two men that the Amber Alert was sent out about?"

"Yes." Jay answers a little nervous.

"How did you find out about the Amber Alert?" Charlie asks.

"We were heading back to school from home and after stopping at the diner for lunch and to feed our son. We were attacked trying to leave. Zack is a black belt in karate and had to fight our way out. He protected our son and me from the four guys that were attacking us and not letting us leave. After getting out of there, we made our way back to the highway. After a while we saw the lights on the Amber Alert sign flashing, and discovered it was about us." Jay explains to him.

"Were do you go to school?" Charlie asks me.

"Harvard." I say.

"Harvard?" He says with a big grin on his face. "What are you studying?" He asks.

"I'm studying painting and photography. Jay is studying psychology. He wants to be a counselor after graduation." I tell him.

"Good for you two." He says. Then asks, "Why do you think the people at the diner thought you had kidnapped your son?"

"Because we are gay; they had stared at us the whole time we were there. Only one person left the diner while we ate. Even the ones that were obviously done with their meals when we got there didn't leave. Then when we were getting ready to leave; four guys got up. Two blocked the door and two came up behind us. They asked us, 'Where'd you two fags get the baby? Kidnap it?'" Jay explains to him.

"Did you tell them he was your son?" He asks.

"Yes we did. But they didn't believe us. We told them we didn't want any trouble and asked for them to let us leave. They refused. Then one of the ones behind us made a move for us and Zack reacted with karate and fought our way out." Jay explains.

He continues asking us each questions and we answer him, explaining what happened. Some of the questions Judge Mitchell won't let us answer because of the pending court cases against the four guys and eight police officers. He asks about the bruises and I show him my wrists and they show the pictures that Judge Mitchell had forwarded to them. Fortunately they don't use the ones that you can tell I am in my underwear. When we are done Charlie's eyes have tears in them. Just before ending the segment he looks directly into the camera, "I can't believe that something like this can still happen in The United States. This Country should be ashamed of itself that two young gay men can't go into a diner have a quiet meal and feed their son; without being harassed in this way. And then to compound the problem they get treated like that by the Pennsylvania State Police. I find that appalling." He says as a tear runs down his cheek. They cut to commercial and Charlie asks us to wait until after the show he wants to talk to us some more.

We tell him we will wait and are shown back to the room we were taken to earlier. A little while later Charlie comes in and asks us if he could take us out to dinner. Saying he wants to get to know us better. We all gratefully accept his offer. We follow him back out to our limo and he tells the driver where to go. We have a great time talking over the fabulous meal. When the check comes Charlie and Judge Mitchell reach for it at the same time. Charlie gets to it first and says, "I invited you, I am paying."

He sets the check down next to him as he digs in his pocket for his wallet and a glance at it. It is for four hundred dollars and some change. I just about fall out of my seat when I see it. I have no idea how much each of our meals cost because there was no prices on the menu. He told us to order what ever we wanted. I don't think I could survive long in this city. It seems very expensive.

After giving the waiter his credit card he looks at Jay and me and says, "Guys I brought you out to dinner tonight because I personally want to take this opportunity to apologize for the way you were treated. I know I had nothing to do with it, but I just wanted to say I am sorry. And this was the least I could do."

"Mr. Gibson..." I start.

"Call me Charlie." He says.

"Ok. Charlie you didn't have to bring us out to dinner to say that. But thank you. We had a great time." I tell him.

The waiter brings his credit card back and he signs the receipt and we leave the restaurant. We all get back into the limo and it takes us back to the hotel, and then takes Charlie home. Shawn is just about asleep when we get up stairs so Jay puts him to bed. John, Jay and I talk for a while and head to bed; we have an early day tomorrow.

In the morning I wake to Shawn's screams. I run from our room to his without grabbing my robe. I pick him up from his crib and hold him to me. As I am calming him down, John walks in and immediately turns his back on me. "What?" I ask him.

"I heard Shawn scream and thought something was wrong. I came to check on him." John says.

"John, how come you're not looking at me?" I ask him.

"Zack, do you realize you don't have any clothes on?" He says.

"Oh shit. I heard him cry and didn't even think of it. John I'm sorry." I say to him.

"It's alright. And Zack, you are really hot." He says as he leaves the room.

I wait a few minutes giving him time to get back to his room before heading back to ours with Shawn. When I get there Jay is up and getting dressed. He looks at me and says, "You went to get him like that?"

"I heard him scream and I didn't even think about where we are. John heard him too, and came in to check on him to make sure he was alright." I say.

Laughing Jay says, "And?"

Embarrassed I say, "He said I'm hot, again."

Jay comes to me and pulls me into a hug, "You are. And I love you." He gives me a kiss and takes Shawn and heads out of the room. I get dressed and head out to the living room. Jay is in the kitchen area getting Shawn's breakfast ready and John is sitting in one of the chairs reading the morning paper.

He looks up at me when I walk in and says, "I'm sorry I embarrassed you. But Zack you have a great body. You really need to stop being so self conscious. You have nothing to be embarrassed about, shit I wish I looked half as good as you two do. You both have great bodies."

"Thanks. It's just that I think of you like a father, and hearing you say you think I'm hot is really hard for me. I know I'm hot. I just don't want to hear it from you. Ok?"

"Ok, I'll never say it again." He says. Jay feeds Shawn and as we are just finishing up getting ready, the phone rings. John answers it and when he is done he tells us the limo is down stairs waiting on us. So we head down and are taken to the Good Morning America studies. We again go through hair and makeup and then are escorted out to a waiting area.

Just before Robin is to interview us we are shown to an area just off the main studio where they interview guests. We take our seats and then Robin comes over and introduces herself to us, and tells us that she will be back in a few minutes to start the interview. After a short news segment she comes back and takes the empty seat across from us. When they come back from commercial she starts explaining about us and gives a few details about what happened. Then she starts asking questions, she asks each of us a question before moving to the next person. After about ten minutes we have told her and the viewers everything that John will allow us to say. They have shown the pictures of my bruises, even the ones of me in my underwear. I feel a little embarrassed but not as much as I thought I would have been.

When we finish she is noticeably crying and thanks us for sharing our story. When they go to commercial she gets up and gives Jay and me hugs saying how sorry she is for what happened. She plays with Shawn for a few minutes then has to go for the next segment. Just before the end of the show Diane and Robin talk for a minute about us. Diane is noticeably shaken by our story and she apologizes to us on the air.

The limo takes us back to our hotel and we back up the few things we had brought with us and return to school. As soon as we get back, the phone calls start. Friends and family call to say they saw us on TV and are sorry for what happened. Many people stop by just to see how we are doing and wish us well. At midnight I turn off the phone just so we can get some peace and quiet.

Lying in bed together I give Jay a very long and passionate kiss. I slide my hand from the side of his face down his bare chest and abs to his cock. He is already hard when I get there. I stroke his dick and fondle his balls for a few minutes, then slowly kiss my way down his chest and stomach. I lick his cock for a few minutes then suck his balls. He moans with every breath he takes. I try to suck both of them into my mouth but can't they are just too big. I slowly roll one in my mouth with my tongue, then the other. Then move back to his cock. I lick and suck his head, lapping up his pre-cum. I deep throat him a few times then he asks me to fuck him.

I lift his legs and rim him for awhile loosening him up and getting him nice and wet to except my cock. After about ten minutes he reaches down and grabs my shoulder and pulls me up to him. We kiss for a few minutes before I slide my cock into his hole. He gasps as I hit his prostrate and throws his head back in passion. I make slow love to him for about thirty minutes, edging myself for as long as I can. When I feel my orgasm building and don't want to stop it this time. I draw all the way out of him and drive my cock into his ass as hard as I can, holding it there. The orgasm steals through my body and I shoot deep into him. I am so caught up in my orgasm I don't even realize that Jay is jacking himself off. Something hits me in the face and brings me back to reality. I look down and see cum flying everywhere. By the time he is finished he is covered in his own cum. Without removing my cock from him I lean down and lick as much of his cum up as I can. When I'm done I lean down to him and give him a kiss. Afterwards he licks his cum from my face and I withdraw my spent dick from his hole and collapse on the bed next to him.

He rolls onto his side and places his head on my chest and I hold him. We say our I love yous and fall asleep in each others arms.

The following morning Jay is up and getting dressed when I roll over and realize he is not in bed. I sit up and ask him what he is doing, it's only five thirty.

"I was getting ready to head over to the school gym to work out." He says.

"What about me?" I ask him.

"Somebody has to stay with Shawn." He says.

"Why can't we take him with us? We can take his stroller and he can sit in it while we work out. And I was thinking about us getting one of those strollers that you can run with. That way we can continue our runs together too." I tell him.

He agrees and says that sounds like a good idea. I get up and get dressed as Jay goes and gets Shawn ready to go. I pack a bag for the gym for both of us and we head over there. Shawn sits in his stroller and watches us intently as we move from machine to machine doing our workout. When we are done we head back home and while Jay is taking a shower I get breakfast ready. We eat and Jay feeds Shawn as I take a shower. I find it hard to believe how much more he is doing for Shawn. It's like he is a different person towards him since what happened almost a week ago. I think he really thought we would loose him or each other that day. He is even showing more love for me and doing more for me then before.

We leave for class, Jay leaving a few minutes before me so he has time to drop Shawn off at day care. He takes my car; there is no way of getting a car seat into his. I take my motorcycle. My classes go smoothly; I find that I didn't miss that much, I can easily get caught up. We meet up for lunch at the commons and have a nice chat with a few people that had seen us on TV. They express their sympathy for what happened. It seems every time we are together in public someone recognizes us and has to come up to talk. We don't get any negative feedback for what we did. Everyone seems to understand why we told our story on national TV with out having to explain.

Over the next few weeks everything slowly returns to normal. Shawn no longer wakes up screaming and starts going to some people that want to hold him. John keeps us informed about what is happening in the cases against the guys at the diner and the police officers. He tells us on one call that the fourth guy from the diner turned himself in fearing he would get caught and have further charges brought against him.

We buy a running stroller for Shawn so we can keep up our training routine. He loves sitting in it as we run. He laughs and giggles the whole time, watching the bright colors fly by. We are considering getting a puppy for him to grow up with. He loves animals so much. There is a couple that we pass on our runs that have a dog and Shawn plays with him when we stop for a short chat on our runs. I have always wanted a rottweiler so Jay tells me if that is the kind of dog I want we can get one.

We find a few breeders in our area that have puppies for sale and check them out in the evenings. Some are not reputable; their dogs are housed in small cages and don't have much room to move around. Their cages are filthy and the dogs look sick. The last one we check out is awesome. All of her dogs are kept in large kennels with inside and outside housing. They are well cared for and clean. We look at the puppies she has ready and choose one. He is beautiful; the perfect example of a rott. We buy him for five hundred dollars. He is worth every penny; both of his parents are champions at shows. Jay immediately falls in love with him.

After leaving the kennel we head to a pet store and get everything we will need for him; food dishes, food, toys, a leash, and a collar. We get home and he becomes an instant member of the family. Jay lays Shawn on the floor and he starts crawling after the dog; 'chasing' him all over the apartment. After a few days Shawn starts saying doggy; his second word. Jay comes up with a name for him, King. It fits him so well, the way he struts around the place you would think he is a king in his castle.

The dates for the trials are finally set; just before Thanksgiving. We will have to leave school early again this year. We must be there for the trials to testify. We inform the school and Dean Rogers makes all the arrangements for us. He informs our professors and has them prepare a list of our assignments that we will miss. And their student assistants will prepare transcripts of classes for us again. Sometimes I can't believe how helpful he is towards us. I think he shows me favoritism over the other students.

At the beginning of November we take Shawn to the doctors for his nine month check up. He is growing perfectly, nothing unusual is found during the physical. After the doctor is done checking him out; he informs us Shawn will be getting three shot. This is the hard part for us. Standing there holding him while someone sticks a needle into him. Listening to him scream and knowing in some way we are to blame for his pain. A few minutes after the shots are given he calms down and starts giggling and playing with the nurse. He almost instantly forgets about the pain she had just caused him.

We leave for home the next day and prepare for the trials. Taking King with us; Jay doesn't want to leave him in a kennel for that long. He has fallen in love with the dog. They are just about inseparable. King follows him everywhere. Jay even has got him used to sleeping at the foot of our bed. I don't understand that after the way he carried on about Shawn sleeping with us. But I don't say anything to him. King has become his dog in the few weeks we have had him.

John tells us that the four guys at the diner have agreed to have one combined trial; instead of having four separate ones. Theirs' is first and the quickest. The first day one of the guys' lawyers stands and tells the Judge his client would like to change his plea from not guilty to 'no contest' and is willing to testify against the others for a reduced sentence. Then two of the other lawyers inform the Judge that their clients have reached plea bargain agreements with the District Attorney. The Judge looks over the plea bargains and accepts them.

Then asks the last if he would like to change his plea or accept a plea bargain. His lawyer informs the Court no, he wants to take his chances at trial. As the jury had been selected the week before the Judge asks the bailiff to show the jury in. As the jury enters the room and takes their seats the Judge instructs the courtroom what he expects to happen during the trial. This is more for the TV cameras in the courtroom, he doesn't seem too happy to have so many of them there, but after Jay and I told our story on national TV it has gotten a lot of recognition.

As the trial begins the two lawyers say their opening remarks. After that the District Attorney calls Jay to the stand and then me. We both answer their questions; the guys lawyer tries to make it sound like we started the fight, but can't. I explain how his client had made the first move, and I reacted to him, protecting my family. A few more witnesses are called that were in the diner, their account of what happened compares to Jay's and mine. I can't believe that someone that was in that place is actually sticking up for us.

The District Attorney rests and now it's the defenses turn. He calls a couple of witnesses and they make up a completely different account of what happened. When the District Attorney cross examines the last one his story falls apart and the Judge reminds him about the penalty for perjury. He finally tells the truth and the defense rests. After both lawyers say their closing remarks, the Judge instructs the jury on the charges and what should happen during deliberation.

It only takes about two hours for the jury to reach a verdict. We all file back into the courtroom and the judge calls everyone to order and then calls in the jury. The defendant is instructed to rise. The judge gives the courtroom instruction that if there is an outburst during the reading of the verdict he will clear the room. The jury foreman stands and as the judge reads off each charge the foreman answers guilty. He is found guilty on all charges against him, to include charges committed during the commitment of a hate crime. The judge remands him into custody and sets a date for sentencing. He is taken away in hand cuffs.

My Mom and Dad hug both Jay and I. We all thank the District Attorney and Judge Mitchell for everything and Mom and Dad take us out to celebrate. We have a great meal together. A bunch of people come up to us and tell us they are proud of us for what we did. It seems there are more people that support gay couples out there then I previously thought. Most people accept us for who we are as people, and don't seem to mind what we are.

Over the next few days we spend a lot of time with Judge Mitchell and the District Attorney that is handling the case against the State Police Officers. He goes over everything that could happen and goes through mock trials, asking us questions and reviewing our answers. He double and triple checks everything. He doesn't want any surprises in court.

The day before the trial is to begin Judge Mitchell calls us and informs us that all but Lt Ford have either changed pleas, pleading guilty to lesser charges, or have taken plea bargains. Only Lt Ford refuses to admit he did anything wrong. Then next day the trial begins.

It starts out about the same way. Jay and I testify. The next to be called is Lt Ford's supervisor Captain Jackson. He testifies that when the Amber Alert came in he was just going off duty and told Lt Ford that he had dealt with calls like that coming from the town in question and they all turned out to be hoaxes. The town seems to have something against gays and to handle the situation carefully. He knows how the lieutenant feels about gays, but leaves him to handle the case. He hopes that they won't get any reports about our whereabouts until after we leave Pennsylvania. Unfortunately that doesn't happen and he finds out later that night what Lt Ford did to us.

He tells the court that after we were released. Lt Ford became outraged that we were let go and went off on him, his superior. He was immediately removed from duty without pay. And after the trial more disciplinary actions will take place pending the outcome of the trial. Four of the other officers are called to testify and they all say they were just following orders. But add they are sorry for what happened and never once thought we were kidnappers.

The District Attorney rests after two days of testimony. The defense takes over and their only witness is Lt Ford himself. After about two hours of his testimony the District Attorney asks him a couple questions and says nothing further your honor. The defense rests. Again the judge instructs the jury on the charges and then releases them to deliberate.

After one hour the verdict is back. The District Attorney says that that is a good sign as we head back into the court room. The judge orders everyone to take their seats and brings the room to order. The jury is brought back in and then the judge tells Lt Ford to stand for the reading. The charges are read out loud and the jury foreman answers guilty to each to include a couple charges of committing hate crimes. He is taken into custody and remanded to jail to await sentencing. The judge thanks the jury for their service and releases them.

Again we hug my parents along with John and we all go back to my parent's house to eat this time. Mom and Dad make a great dinner for us and John. We eat and talk late into the night. No one seems to want this day to end. At around one am John finally leaves and heads home. We turn in for the night, falling asleep in each others' arms. King sleeps at the foot of our bed.

Author's note: Comments are greatly appreciated to kk.lonewolf.37@gmail.com or to my thread on JUB http://www.justusboys.com/forum/showthread.php?t=218077 just copy and paste this link into your browser.

I would like to take this oppertunity to thank everyone that wrote me after the last chapter. I was worried about how it would be received, but you have shown me I had nothing to worry about. By Monday night after it was posted I had received almost 100 emails. The most for a single chapter yet. Thank you. If you like my story please let me know by emailing me. That is the only way I will know it is actually being read.

Thanks again,

Lone Wolf