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A Chance Meeting Chapter 7 Copyright: Brain Tre
Brett's funeral was held three days after his life ended. Scott went to the services alone. Chris had offered to go with him, but he refused the offer.
He even refused his sister Diana's offer to go with him as well. Scott told them both, this was one more thing he had to do by himself, if he ever truly was going to put the past behind him. They both reluctantly agreed. Even his boss at work, had granted him some time off to try and get things back together. Scott was happy by the support he had from his friends and family.
When the service was over, Scott hugged Rita and told her how sorry he was for her loss. She hugged him back and whispered to him, something Scott had been longing to hear. Rita told her that Brett loved him very much, but he could sense that Scott truly did love Chris, and Brett wanted the two of them to be happy together. Scott hugged her tightly. He could feel the tears beginning to form again. He released her, and said good-bye, and then walked away.
Chris was out on patrol when he saw Scott's car. It was out by where he had brought Scott on their first date. The place where they looked out over the ocean, and held each other, and enjoyed a wonderful time. He stopped. He wanted to make sure Scott was ok. He made his way down the path, being careful not to fall, as the path had not yet been cleared of any ice and snow that had built up. He saw Scott sitting out on a rock that jutted out into the sea. He was sitting there, very peacefully, just staring out at the water. Chris had thought against disturbing him. However, as he turned to go back up the hill, the snow and ice cracked under his feet, drawing attention to himself. He glanced back at Scott, who was now looking at Chris instead of the water.
"Hey," Chris said, somewhat sheepishly.
"Hey," Scott said, getting up, "what brings you here?"
"Out on patrol. Saw your car, thought I would stop, and see how you were."
Scott climbed off the rock and walked over to where Chris stood.
"How did my life end up like this?" Scott asked, "I mean, what did I do to have things happen the way they did?"
"Scott, I don't think anyone could ever have an answer to why people die when they do."
"No, not that. I have made my peace with Brett and with his death. I really have. I wanna know what I did to get so lucky to end up with such a wonderful boyfriend."
Chris smiled, as Scott leaned closer to him, gently pressing their lips together.
"Chris, I want you to know, and I know I have said this before, but I have been doing a lot of thinking about this. I honestly love you with all my heart, and I want us to be together. Now and forever."
"Me too," Chris replied, a tear forming in his eye.
As the two men leaned in to kiss once again, a call came across Chris's walkie-talkie. He just shook his head as Scott giggled.
"Guess duty calls huh?" Scott asked.
"Yep. Making the world safe for everyone," Chris chuckled. He gave Scott a quick kiss, and then made his way back to his patrol car. Scott hung back a little, looking out at the water again, before making his way back to his car. He had work to do.
He stopped back by the store he worked at because he needed to speak to Donna. She, along with his other co-workers, was surprised to see him out and about. He told her he would be coming back to work the following week, and in that time he had a lot of stuff to do. He wanted to make sure it was ok with her if he took the extra time off. After giving him a puzzling look, Donna agreed. She had a feeling she knew what Scott was up to, and she knew everything would work out fine.
Scott left shortly after and made his way back to his university. He had not been doing much around the campus, since they were on a two week break from classes, however, he knew his advisor would still be in her office, so he stopped by because she was the only person he knew might be able to help him with his latest plan.
None of the other professors were around, so Scott and Kathy sat in the main office of the building to talk.
"I need a change," Scott said simply.
"I see," Kathy replied, "and just what kind of a change are you looking for?"
"A big change."
"Well, I have known you since you started at this university, and I am gonna tell you now, the day you came to me to tell me you were coming out to the world, I knew then and there that it would not be too long before you were looking to make more changes in your life, and here we are," Kathy chuckled.
"Yep, I guess you are right."
Scott had a great relationship with his advisor; few people knew him as well as she did. She was one of the people he went to for advice when he decided he was going to come out of the closet.
"Well, I know it is a little late in the game, but I really want to do the senior project," Scott told her.
"Scott, you know that you fall under the old guidelines for the major, it is not required of you."
"I know, but I want to do it."
"Did you sign up for it for next semester?"
"No, that is why I came to you, it's full, and I was sort of hoping, you could pull some strings with Barb, and get me in. She does not exactly like me very much."
"She doesn't? Why's that?" Kathy asked with a grin on her face. She knew why Barb did not like Scott. He was the one student who did not put up with her shit. She was a tough professor, and taught in very unconventional methods. Most students passed her classes, but squeaked by with a C. Scott was the one student in her fifteen years of teaching at the university that managed to pull off an A in her class, and she has since been convinced he cheated, but can not prove it. Although, the rest of the faculty in the department knows that Scott spent long hours studying for her class, and worked hard for the A he got.
"Funny," Scott said, "please, can you help?"
"I'll see what I can do. Classes start again next week. Do you have anything I can use to help persuade her?"
"Well, if it helps, you can tell her I already have a script done, and I know how I can cast it."
"Scott, you do know that the senior project she does is a collaborative effort from all the students, right?"
"Shit, I forgot about that."
"Hmm...let me check something," Kathy said, and beginning flipping through some files in her desk.
"Here," Kathy said, handing him a piece of paper.
"What's this?"
"It may be what you are looking for."
Scott read the paper. It was a list of rules and regulations for professors. It seemed that any professor could offer independent studies to the students, and it did not have to be listed in the course catalog.
Scott looked at Kathy, "You mean..."
"I will take on an independent study, and you can be in it. That way you can do your film, have the school pay for almost the whole thing, get credit, and get something for your resume."
"Why would you do that for me?" Scott asked, puzzled, because all he wanted to do was work on the Senior Project.
"Because, I see something in there, I have not seen in a student in a long time. You have the most drive and ambition out of any other student we have in this department. You, young man, will make a name for yourself."
Scott blushed.
"However, there are a couple of conditions. First, you really will be working independently. I will not be able to be coming around on shoots. Frankly, the only thing I am really going to have time for to help you out, is signing your equipment request forms. I will do my best to help you out when you have snags, but you are going to have to do most all of it all on your own."
"I understand."
"Good, now get outta here, so I can get some more work done," Kathy chuckled.
Scott got up and opened the door to leave, but he stopped and turned back.
"Kathy...thanks."
"No problem, just remember me in your speech when you win your first Oscar."
Scott smiled and ran out the door.
"Honey, I'm home," Chris said with a laugh, as he walked through Scott's front door.
"Hey beautiful, I am in my bedroom."
"I brought dinner with me."
"Ok, I'll be right there."
Scott emerged from the bedroom wearing nothing but a pair of basketball shorts, his chest glistened from the sweat that was lingering there. He gave Chris a kiss, and then peeked into the Chinese food containers that Chris had set on the counter.
"Mm...looks and smells yummy," Scott said.
"So do you," Chris replied.
Scott wiggled his eyebrows are Chris, causing Chris to laugh.
"You sure seem in a good mood since I last saw earlier," Chris told him.
"I am in a wonderful mood."
"Care to enlighten me?"
"Yep, but not right now. Right now, I need to shower, and then we can eat...if you do not mind waiting until I am all clean to eat?"
"Hmm...I guess not, I can go watch TV while you shower," Chris said in a mock-sulking tone.
Scott looked at him and shook his head.
"Get that cop ass of yours in my bathroom, and get naked will ya."
"Are you insinuating that I should shower with you?" Chris questioned, trying to keep from laughing.
"Smart ass," Scott said, turning on his heel and heading toward his bathroom.
His bathroom was off of his bedroom, and Chris tackled him as he walked past his bed on his way in to clean up. All Scott did was grunt out "oof" as he hit the bed with Chris on top of him.
"How about we make us both more sweaty and then go shower?" Chris asked as he kissed the back of Scott's neck.
"Hmm...what did you have in mind?"
"Let me show you."
Chris rolled Scott over so that the two of them were face to face. Their lips met, tentatively, then pressed together harder. Chris snaked his tongue into Scott's warm mouth. Scott scraped his fingernails gently up and down Chris's back as the two men made out. He squeezed Chris's ass cheeks, and flipped Chris over on his back. He sat astride Chris now, and leaned down to kiss his boyfriend once again.
Chris was grinding his pelvis against Scott. Scott knew what he wanted. Scott wanted it also. He reached over to the nightstand for condoms and some lube. He rolled the condom over Chris's hard and leaking cock, and then applied a liberal amount of lube to his own tight opening. Scott knew they could make love later; right now they both need a good hard fuck. He grabbed the base of Chris's cock and guided it to his hole. He looked down at his lover and smiled as he sat down, letting Chris's cock impale him. The men screamed out in pleasure as Chris's cock went all the way in to the hilt. Scott rested only a moment before he began to lift himself up again, only to sit down harder than the first time.
Before long, Scott was riding Chris up and down. The two men were panting and groaning heavily as the sweat poured off their bodies. Scott leaned down slipping his tongue into Chris's mouth again, while Chris continued to thrust his hips upwards, as his cock continued its assault on Scott's prostate. As Scott sat back again, he squeezed his ass muscles; Chris groaned loudly, and let his load loose. As much as he wanted to make it last longer, he could not take what his boyfriend was doing to him any longer. Scott leaned down as he felt the warm juice fill the condom still inside his ass.
As Chris's cock softened, it fell from Scott's ass, and Chris immediately slid his hands around Scott's ass and pulled him to his mouth. Chris swallowed Scott's all the way to the base in one gulp. One inside the warm confines on Chris's mouth and throat, Scott knew it would not be long before he was emptying his own load down his boyfriend's gullet. Chris massaged Scott's cock with his throat muscles. Scott moaned in pleasure. With one final swallow, Chris got his reward as Scott shot his load deep into his boyfriend's mouth. Chris would not let go of Scott's cock until he had milked all of the juice from it.
When Chris, finally and reluctantly, released Scott from his mouth, Scott collapsed on top of him. The two men were breathing heavy. Covered in sweat, their bodies glistened in the moonlight that was shining through the bedroom window. Chris looked at Scott, his hair all disheveled, and smiled.
He had never been so in love before, and he could see in Scott's eyes that he felt the same way about him. Chris kissed Scott once more on the lips.
After the two men had showered, they went back to the kitchen and ate the food that Chris had brought with him, and then they "retired" to Scott's living room. They cuddled up on the couch and watched some TV, neither really watching the program. They were more basking in the comfort of each other's arms.
"Thank you," Scott said.
"For what?"
"For being so understanding about...well about everything."
"Hey...who said love was ever supposed to be easy?" Chris asked.
"You sure make it easy. Especially given everything that has happened."
"You're worth it," Chris said, with a wink.
"Thanks, but I, uh, have some news for you too."
"Oh?" Chris's smile had changed. He now had a puzzled look on his face.
"Yeah, I spoke to my advisor at school today."
"And..."
"And, I am going to be taking a course overload this semester."
"Course overload?" Chris asked.
"Yeah, I am going to be taking the six classes instead of five. Well, really it will still be five, but one of them is an independent study of sorts."
"What kind of sorts?"
"The kind where I get to actually make a film, and I can enter it into some film festivals, and hopefully win some awards, and maybe really kick start a career for myself."
"I see," Chris said simply.
"Chris, I am telling you this, because I want you to still be in my life. Other than my immediate family, you are the most important person in my life. No one has ever stuck by me the way you have. I love you more than life itself. I would even..." Scott trailed off.
"You would even what? You just told me that you are taking a course overload, and I know school is important to you, but are you telling me you want to take a break from us for six month? I mean, how am I supposed to react to that," Chris asked looking at Scott with hurt in his eyes.
"Oh God, is that what you think? I just wanted you to know that my schedule is going to be crazier than before. If I can pass all of these classes this semester I graduate. I will finally have my degree, and I can say good-bye to that damn record store."
"Then what is it you would do regarding us?"
"Never mind."
"No, tell me," Chris said, clearly getting irritated.
Scott thought a moment, not sure if he was ready to tell Chris just what was on his mind or not. He almost laughed; this was the first argument the two of them had ever had. He was surprised it was over something as trivial as Scott's college. He did not laugh, though. Instead he looked Chris directly in the eyes and spoke.
***Well guys that is where I am leaving it. I have a version of Chapter 8 already done. I am seeing chapter 8 as the final chapter in the Scott and Chris series for me. However, that is all tentative. Let me know what you think, and based on the response I get from readers and other friends, I will decide which way I am going to go with it. Again, the email is: Braintre1@hotmail.com My Web Address: http://www.angelfire.com/me4/braintre10 please be sure to sign the guest book, and sign up for the mailing list if you want as well. There are some other things I have written on the site now as well...poetry and stuff...Cheers!! ***