Bodyguard

Published on Nov 23, 2003

Gay

Bodyguard 2

Hey guys... it's  Craggier again, with the second part of the story. I was dumbfounded when I saw how many people responded to the story in it's first 12 hours out. It was amazing. Thanks... So here's the second part... I hope it lives up to the first. It's a little shorter and I think I have done my first cliffhanger .. (I am so happy). And again the comments I have been receiving are greatly appreciated. Emails to Jackazs@yahoo.com


Disclaimer:  This is erotic gay fiction (I know, duh, but I gotta put it)  If your not supposed to be reading this for whatever reason, stop breaking the law and leave. 


Corrections : Although I have never been to Hawaii, I do have an imagination. So just to let you know that none of these place exist, well at least to my knowledge. Also a friend explained to the that the plane I am writing about is in fact not the 747, but the 777. (Thanks Chad) Um... what else... I guess that's it... ENJOY!!!.


Bodyguard

By

Craggier

Chapter 2    

"Hey wake up babe," Kyle said kissing me on the cheek.

"Why?" I said as I rolled over, "The sun's just now rising."

He laughed. "You're right--but there's a whole island out there for us to see."

"Why can't it wait till noon?" I whined.

"Because I'm up now and I want to see it with you."  He then nuzzled his face against my neck.

That did it--he knew it as well--he had me. "Give me 20 minutes and I'll meet you in the living room." I said as I rolled out of bed and walked into the bathroom.

I met him down in the living room--he was wearing a pair of board shorts and a tank top. He had his double-breasted shoulder-holster on which held a pair of big guns.

If the situation had been different, I would have taken time to admire his body, but I was too distracted by the appearance of his holstered guns.

"Is that necessary?" I asked as I pointed to his guns.

"I'm still the bodyguard babe. Don't worry--they'll not be seen--I'll be wearing a shirt to cover 'em up."

"OK " I said being put off by the guns appearance. "So what sights do you want to see?" I asked as I was trying not to think any longer of his holstered guns.

 Smiling, he walked up and whispered in my ear. "I want to see you, in the blue green waters of the ocean. Or maybe you under a waterfall. I just want to see you on the island."

I smiled--this guy had my heart--I'm sure he knew it too. "Ok, but I'm driving." I said as we walked toward the garage.

"Which one are we taking?" he asked as he looked at the garaged cars.

"My favorite--the BMW M3."  I said as I pointed to my newest addition. It was a jet black 2004 BMW M3 with dark-tinted windows. It had 20 inch five-spoke chrome rims on it, a GPS navigation system, and a killer Bose sound system.

"Wow, this is nice." he said as he walked admiringly around it.

"Yea, it's called retail therapy." I said as I turned the alarm off. I tried putting the thought of Nate out of my mind. I climbed in and as I turned the car ignition switch it purred its way to life. Britney Spears' "Toxic" came blaring out of the radio.

I blushed as I turned the volume down. "So I'm a closeted Britney fan." I said as I put the car in gear and pulled the car out of the garage. I drove down the drive way. As I approached the road, I paused--"This is why it's my favorite." I said as I slammed the car into first gear--we took off into traffic. When I had redlined it in first, I slammed it into second.

"Oh my god--you're going to kill us!!" he screamed over the loud noise of the engine.

"No--I've done this plenty of times." I said slamming it in to third gear. I smiled as I looked over and said, "Smile babe." Then I winked. 

 love Hawaii--it's my most favorite place in the world. I think it's as close to Heaven as we can get on Earth. It's one of the last places my parents and I were together. I remembered spending every Christmas and New Years in Hawaii. We had always rented a condo. Those memories were what made me buy a home here.

"Dude these damn bugs are going to kill me." he said as he took a swipe at some defenseless insect.

I looked at him as I rolled my eyes at him. "You're like a hundred times the size of that bug--quit whining!" I said walking along the trail.

I was taking Kyle to a "special place" on the island, but as much I as I liked the guy, I swear, I had never heard someone whine so much. Ever!

"Are we almost there?" he whined as if right on cue.

I could hear what I was looking for. I walked down the path a little more and saw it. "We're here."

Every time I see it, it takes my breath away. The sound of rushing water just makes my heart flutter. I then heard Kyle behind me.  "Wow." he said as he gasped for breath.

There stood before us was one of the many wonders of Hawaii. It was a two-story high waterfall. The cliff  the waterfall was falling from was covered in a lush green moss. There were also vines with tropical flowers, of every imaginable color growing from them, waiting for the right breeze to take their scent anywhere it pleased.

"I know it's amazing." I said as I walked toward the stream the waterfall emptied into. Speaking as I took a flower in my hand, "The locals call it 'The Falls of Mahalo.' Mahalo means 'thank you' in pidgin, which is the un-official language here. Anyway, the locals come here to give 'thanks' for something in their lives." I explained.

"Is that right?" Kyle asked as he smiled. He thought for a second and then started walking toward the bank. Stopping, he threw a quarter in the water.

"What the hell are you doing?!" I asked as I stared in dis-belief.

"I was giving 'thanks'" Kyle mumbled confused as he was wondering why I was so angry.

"It's not a damn wishing well--it's a religious place!" I said as I snatched him by the arm and pulled him back toward the parking lot.

I knew I was being hard on him. Last night while we were watching the ocean, Kyle had told me about his life. He was born out in the middle of nowhere in Minnesota. He had never been out of the state until he went for training two years ago, in (get this) also out in the middle of nowhere Montana. He had never been anywhere like here, NYC, or even the home in Vermont.

He told me that he would have loved to have seen the things I had seen and to have done the things I had done--but it just wasn't in the cards for him.

I wanted to apologize but I was too stubborn.

Until now, he had been silent, "How the hell was I suppose to know it's more like an altar than a wishing well?" he yelled back at me after returning to the parking lot.

"I said its where people give 'thanks'--not a wishing well or a place to 'wish for luck' on their prom night. I figured you'd be smart enough to know the difference." I said.

As we approached the car, he stopped me. "Wha-umph." I started to say as he covered my mouth.

"We're being followed" he mouthed to me. Then he motioned for me to get behind the car (he was in his protective mode). I did, but as I looked back I saw him un-holster his guns.

I could tell he didn't like this situation. There were too many places people could hide in the woods. But why didn't he say so when we had first entered the woods?--I just don't think he could have said "no" to me.

Slowly turning in a full circle, he looked in every direction. Then he stopped suddenly--did a 180--and shot twice into a guy that tried to surprise him--All "hell" broke loose.

Two more guys came out of the woods--he shot one in the head, the other in both knees. The injured man let out a scream of pain. As Kyle shot me a look I got my cell phone out and called the home team--"Get here ASAP."

After that, everything went deafening silent--I couldn't hear anything. Then as I  peeked over the car it seemed as if everyone had all of a sudden gone ballistic--as if a million or so shots went off.

The only thing going through my mind at that moment was that I had just finished yelling at him--making him feel stupid--Now he was saving my life!!

I was really beginning to get nervous. The gunfire finally ceased--I hadn't heard anything for quite a while. I finally looked over the car--I didn't' see anything. Then, as I looked further, I saw five dead bodies and the crippled guy trying to drag himself somewhere.

As I stood to go after him, two black Expeditions screech to a halt. Five men jumped out of both trucks. Dressed in full camo and full assault rifles.

"Boss says there are at least 6 more assailants in the woods. Moore and Jones you stay here with the mark." I took that to mean me. "You others come with me!" he yelled and they took off in formation.

"Where the hell is Kyle?" I half-screamed, half-cried.

"Sir he's ok. He called us with an update while we were on our way." he said looking a little to calm the situation.

"So what are we going to do?" I yelled.

"Our orders are to stay here with you." he stated as a matter of fact.

I was scared--I had never been so scared in my life--I started pacing back and forth.

After what seemed like an eternity I saw them come out of the woods--Kyle was the last to return--he was limping. I started to run towards him but he nodded and one of the other men grabbed me.

"I want him in the car and back at the grotto, Moore." He said.

It was clear--he was in pain.

"What the hell--Let me go." I said indignantly.  I was trying to get to Kyle.

"Hey! Tyler! Cut the bullshit and go!" he yelled.

"Who the hell do you think you're talking to?"--my stubbornness had come to a head--"I'M YOUR GOD-DAMN BOSS!

He sneered at me, "But you forget, I have the last say." He nodded to Moore and I felt a prick in my arm. It was a sedative and I couldn't see straight, but I could see Kyle's eyes, there was so much pain in them.

It never had occurred to me that Kyle had a stubborn streak too.

I felt a hand on my shoulder and I was being guided to the car while Kyle was being taken to one of the Expeditions. I looked down at my watch; it was only 10:03am. 


So there it is guys... I hope I did a good job at explaining things. I am kinda learning as I go. i hope you guys love the story as much as i do. I appreciate everyone who took the time to write me.. you guys are awesome... you just made the college student love his major. = ) Also I want to thanks Cliff for editing the project, I think it's a lot better with his help.... Thanks Sunshine.. = ). Keep emailing guys.. Ciao.. .

Jackazs@yahoo.com

Next: Chapter 3


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