This is a new tale with the gorgeous character from the 'All for Terry' story. Its a different tale about thus stunningly beautiful man that passed through my life ever so briefly some years back. And different story with the same people meeting under different circumstances. Again its only fiction as this beautiful man and i never did anything but meet. 'Two ships passing in the night' as it were. But never docking together.
This is for Terry. Where ever he may be.
Enjoy.... ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ All for Terry (My Cop, My Hero (2)
... Well I was back home. Or at least at Michelle's apartment later that evening. I was bandaged and a cast put on my broken arm. A brace and bandage around my midsection from a cracked rib. Michelle brought me back Quinn in the back of the car. We went straight to her place. She said she had a futon in the spare room that she set up for me. She told me that she and Quinn grabbed things she knew were mine and most of my clothes. And that we would go back in the morning to get more things for me. And that I would not have to go back there again.
"You are my guest" she said "Thank you" I said almost crying" "I promise I will try not to be a burden to you" "And will be out of here once i get situated elsewhere" "Thank you Michelle. Thank you"
She gave me a soft hug and just suggested I get some sleep. And I did. I took some pain killers and dropped into the makeshift bed. Then I was out in minutes. My head filled with strange and scary dreams. Edwin coming after me in them. I would bolt out of bed and jerk my side. Causing pain. Then I lay down again. The tears in my eyes flooding them as I still feared this man would somehow come after me. Especially for turning his ass in.
"Officer Jamison" I then slipped from my lips
I remembered the very handsome cop that was there after the incident. He was actually nice to me. Not q prick like his partner. He didn't judge my lifestyle and tell me no one would care that two fags were fighting. He actually showed some concern for my.
"And hus eyes" I said to myself "Such beautiful eyes"
I remembered how this stunning man looked at me. I know it was probably just me and my 'gay emotions' running rampant. But I just found myself thinking about him. Not that a straight man would ever look at me in any way but a gay guy who lists after him. All straight men seem to think this after all. But I just wondered about officer Jamison. I was there in Michelle's house and home from work from the attack. In the morning she had to get to work and take Quinn to school. She said to just make myself at hime. And if I needed anything to just call her. And again I thanked her for her help.
"No worries" she said back
I did go up to my apartment with Ed to get some more things. I wanted my most important objects and my clothes out of there for when he came back. Because I knew they would be targeted. There was a big closet She had that she said I could put things into until I found a place for them. I would get them into storage until I found a place. I pulled a fee more things down before I felt the twangs of pain at my sides again. And it was difficult to move things with the use of one arm as it were. But i made due with my limited ability. So i sat back down and took another pill.
"Fuckk. Hurts still" I said "Mother fucker"
I sat there in my pain. Wondering again how I got here. The signs were there, but I somehow ignored them. Letting myself believe this shit really care more than just to have someone steady to fuck. Then as I sat there with tears starting to flow from my eyes I heard the door bell to Michelle's place. I looked at the door and wondered who it could be. Not wanting to answer in fear that it could be Ed.he could have been released like I was told may happen. And he would be coming after me. I felt a shiver of fear as it pulled up into my spine. I was quiet for a moment until i thought. If it was him ge would not be ringing the bell. This fucker would be banging on the door. So I got up and headed over to it.
"Who is it?" I asked caustiouy. "Its officer Jamison" came the voice "I was just checking up in you"
I looked at the door. Shocked that this man came to see how I was doing. He was the nice cop from yesterday. I moved to the door and unlatched it. I opened it and he was there at the door. Tall and stunning to look at. He was in his uniform that fit him ever so well. Nice against his chest. His strong arms stretching at the sleeve of the short. I could see light blonde hairs up and down his forearms. I then gazed at his handsome face again. His soft smile as he looked at me. Those lips that were just under his mustache looking very kissable. I felt a tingle in my loins as I looked at this man before me.
"He is straight" my mind shouted "Stop looking at him that way" "He is just being nice"
I knew my mind was probably right after all. This cop was nice, but straight. And even if there was the tiniest possibility of curiosity in him, I really doubted he would be interested in me. Especially the way I looked now. Bruised and beaten and definitely not very attractive in my state.
"Hi officer Jamison. Thanks.." I started to say "Terry" he came back "Name is Terry" "Terry. Ohh okay"
I looked at him. Wondering why he shared his first name to me. It wasn't like we would be seeing each other much after this. I was almost sure he wanted something for his report.
"Come. Come on in" I said to him. "Thanks"
He stepped in and passed me. That was when I caught the whiff of his cologne. It was a familiar cologne I had smelled before.i think i had a bottle of it in my medicine cabinet. But man how it took to him was astonishing. Like thus scent was made just for him. I almost swooned as he walked by me. His smell was utterly fantastic. J offered him a seat and asked if he wanted anything to drink. He said no thank you. He just wanted to make sure I was okay. And to apologize for his partner yesterday. Saying he was usually a good guy. He tried to make the excuse that he hasn't been around gay guys.
"That's okay" I said back "I get it." "I do thank you though for being nice" "I just wanted to let you know that you are not thought less of for being gay" "I hope I am not sounding weird."
He placed his muscular arm behind his next as he said that. I was thinking that he surmised his comment was not PR but I appreciated him trying. And as i looked at that strong arm, all I could imagine was having those beautiful arms around me. Feeling the heat of his body on mine and that smell that oozed off him swirling about me. I had to stop my crazy brain as is started to conjure up the lively images. I know I was already smitten with this man that came to my rescue the night before. But i needed to quell the silly thoughts that danced about in my skull.
"No. You arent" I then said "Its perfectly fine"
I smiled at him and his almost timidness of the whole thing. And when I eased him he smiled back. His broad chest rising and falling as he sighed.
"Okay" he then said.
Then he pulled out a card and gave it to me. It was to a crisis center. He said to call them if I needed counseling. I looked at the card. A bit sad that he presumed I needed help after my attack. But again I didn't think too badly of him. Because he was just trying to helpful. Then he said to turn the card around. So I did. There in the back was a and written phone number. And his name next to it. 'Terry Jamison' .
"Call me if you need help" he then said "Not to say he won't come after you again.." "But. It usually happens." "Just want you to be safe"
I thanked him again and he smiled once more. Then said he had to go. He turned and let himself out. I looked at his broad back and then his face again before he left. I felt my heart starts to drip in my chest. Desire began to rear its silly head now. And then I pulled the card to my nose and smelled it. And there it was, the lightest amount of the scent of his cologne on the card. Just a faint whiff. Again I sighed Of course my head and heart started to do battle as I stood there. And I feared that it was not healthy. To think of this 'straight cop' as I was. So I tried to shake it off. Telling myself to stop. That this desire will 'never' happen.
"He us straight and not yours" I said to myself again "So just stop it"
Then I pondered the chance that Ed may still come after me. The guy that tried to beat me bloody and maybe to death. He may come back after me. And that was a scary thought. Next time he may decide to finish me. And I wouldn't want Michelle caught up in my drama. I called a storage place and they held a spot for me. Then that evening Michelle and I cleared the apartment if 'my things' we took them to the storage place and locked it all up. And I was out of that apartment, and at least for now away from Ed... ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ To be continued