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Misery 10 By: Chip Dyp (chipdyp@hotmail.com)
Mitchel looked at Scott and his jaw dropped open. "You can't leave," he whispered. "I just got you back again. I don't want to lose you."
"I'm sorry, Mitchel. I have to go."
"But..." Mitchel was on the verge of tears.
Scott shook his head and hugged Mitchel. "It's the only way."
"But where will you go?"
"I can't tell you that," Scott whispered. "I don't want to make you a target if my dad tries to hunt me down legally. If you don't know where I am, they can't force you to tell them."
"I don't care. I..."
"Mitchel, I can't let you get hurt. This is for the best."
"But, I love you," Mitchel whined.
"And I love you too. That's why I got you something." Scott let go of Mitchel and reached into his jacket pocket. He pulled out a slip of paper and pressed it into Mitchel's hand. "Anytime you need to talk to me, call. I'll always be there."
"What's this?" Mitchel asked as he opened the paper.
"It's a cell phone number I can be reached at. I had a friend purchase it for me. I won't have it for a week or so, but after that I'll have it with me always."
"250?" Mitchel asked. "What area code is that?"
"British Columbia. I'm not going to be in BC though."
"Yeah, but won't they figure it out?"
"Probably not. I turn 18 in four months, after that there is legally nothing my father can do. I don't know if they can track me down that quickly, but if I think they are getting too close, I'll find a way to talk to you."
"When do you leave?" Mitchel asked, stroking Scott's short black hair.
"As soon as Scott's ready," Justin said as he walked into the hallway. Mr. Sutherland followed Justin to the door and smiled at the two boys.
"I'm sorry I caused you so much grief, Mr. Sutherland," Scott said. Mr. Sutherland took a step towards Scott and gave him a great big hug.
"Don't worry about it, Scott. I'm just glad you and Mitchel got back together."
"Thanks," Scott replied. He looked at Mitchel when Mr. Sutherland released him and smiled. "I'll see you soon. I love you."
Mitchel took a step towards Scott and embraced him tightly. "I'm going to miss you," He whispered.
"I'll miss you too. Call me."
"I will."
Mitchel stepped back from Scott and watched as Scott and Justin stepped through the door and into the humid night.
"They'll be back," Mr. Sutherland said hugging Mitchel.
"I know," Mitchel whispered. "I know."
The tears streamed down Scott's face as Justin manoeuvred the car onto the freeway. "It's for the best, Scott."
"I know, I know. It doesn't make it any easier though."
"No, it doesn't. But, it had to be done."
Scott sighed and wiped his eyes. "Will we be able to make the rendezvous?"
"Yeah, we should be able to get to Regina by Saturday at two. You're friend will meet us there?"
"He'll meet me there. I don't want you to see him," Scott replied.
"I don't want to leave you alone in a strange city, Scott. What happens if he doesn't show up?"
"I'll call you on your cell."
"I don't like it. What happens if you get in trouble?"
"I won't."
Justin looked over at Scott and sighed. "Good. You've become like a little brother too me. I don't want you to get into something you can't get out of."
Scott smiled and looked out the window at the congested freeway. It was going to be hard, being away from Mitchel for so long, but he knew it would be worth it.
Mitchel lay on his bed looking at the ceiling. It had been a little over four and a half months since Scott had done his interview and left LA. It had been two weeks since he had last heard from Scott. Mitchel tried not to think about it, but it was starting to worry him. Why hadn't he heard from Scott? Had Scott found someone else? He was staring at the ceiling so intently that he didn't notice his father enter the room.
"So, did he call?"
Mitchel shook his head and looked at his father. "No, not yet."
"Well, don't worry. I'm sure that he just forgot to pay the bill or something."
Mitchel shrugged and tried to smile. "Maybe."
"Look, I'm supposed to show up at this party tonight. I won't be home until late. Do you mind staying home alone?"
"No, go have fun."
Mr. Sutherland nodded and smiled down on his son. "All right. Don't worry about Scott, son. He's almost lost you twice now. He won't try for three times."
Mitchel smiled and sat up. "He'd better not. Not if he knows what's good for him."
Mr. Sutherland laughed and gave Mitchel a hug, followed by a kiss on the cheek. "Have a good night."
"You too Dad. Knock 'em dead."
Mitchel watched his father walk out of his bedroom and listened as he drove away from the house. He looked over at his computer again, and booted it up.
There was no point in obsessing over Scott if he couldn't even talk to him. Mitchel double clicked the Star Craft icon, and waited while the game loaded. Maybe kicking a little Zerg ass would help him keep his mind off Scott.
Mitchel had got about halfway through the level when he heard the doorbell ring. He sighed to himself and paused the game. "Why do people always interrupt in the middle of things?" He asked the walls as he walked to the front door.
When Mitchel got to the door, he flipped on the outside lights, and opened it wide. Standing on the step was Scott holding a bouquet of roses. "Hello Mitchel. I heard that you've been missing me."
"Scott," Mitchel breathed.
"Surprised to see me?"
"Oh my God," Mitchel stepped out of the house and threw his arms around Scott. Scott smiled as Mitchel grasped him tightly. "What are you doing here?"
"I came to see you, of course," Scott replied. He caressed Mitchel's cheek and smiled. "Miss me much?"
"I missed you so much."
"I missed you too. My friend wanted to kidnap you just to cheer me up."
"You should've let him."
Scott laughed and took a step back from Mitchel. He held the flowers out and, blushed shyly. "Here, these are for you."
"Thank you. They're so beautiful."
"I hope you like them, I mean, I didn't know what you'd think if one guy..."
Mitchel interrupted Scott by kissing him gently on the lips. They stayed together in the loving embrace for seconds, but for both it seemed like an eternity.
"I guess you like them," Scott whispered.
"Come." Mitchel took Scott's hand and led him into the house. Once they were away from prying eyes, Mitchel grabbed Scott tightly and kissed him passionately. He ground against Scott, savouring the body-to-body contact. Scott groaned and let out a little gasp. Mitchel felt Scott's body tremble and held him tighter. "Are you all right?"
"I just came in my pants," Scott whispered. His face was bright red and he looked away from Mitchel. "I'm sorry, I've been saving up for you and I just couldn't hold it."
Mitchel took hold of Scott's face and turned it so he could look him in the eye. "Don't be sorry," Mitchel whispered. "I'm flattered that I could do that with just one touch."
Scott smiled shyly at Mitchel and kissed him upon the nose. "I have it on good authority that your father won't be home tonight."
"Really? He told me he'd be home late."
Scott smiled, and slipped his hand under Mitchel's tee shirt. "Nope, he's got a room at the Four Season's." Scott stroked Mitchel's hairless chest, and smiled. "Do you have any ideas for what we could do tonight?"
"Just a few." Mitchel unzipped Scott's jacket, and slid it down his shoulders.
Scott smiled and lifted the hem of Mitchel's tee shirt. He followed as Mitchel began to ease his way down the hallway. They continued to Mitchel's bedroom, shedding clothes until they were both down to their briefs. Mitchel smiled and slipped his hand into Scott's briefs.
"Looks like you left a big mess in here," Mitchel said. He gently stroked Scott's flaccid cock and smiled. "I think I'd better clean it up." Mitchel dropped to his knees and pulled Scott's briefs down roughly.
"Hey! Take it easy."
Mitchel smiled and kissed the tip of Scott's soft penis and took a quick lick. Scott moaned in response. Slowly, Mitchel licked up every drop of Scott's cream, making sure to get all that was trapped beneath the soft folds of his foreskin. Scott whimpered when Mitchel slid the smooth skin back, exposing the purple plum to the cool night air. Slowly, Scott started hardening as Mitchel ravaged the sensitive skin with his tongue.
"Oh, go easy" Scott moaned. "We have all night." He pulled away from Mitchel and sat on the edge of the bed. When Mitchel stood up, Scott slipped his fingers beneath the black waistband of Mitchel's underwear. Carefully, he slid the soft cotton down Mitchel's lithe legs and smiled. "You're so beautiful."
Mitchel smiled and blushed. "Not as beautiful as you," he whispered.
Scott leaned forward and inhaled Mitchel's pulsating manhood. Mitchel groaned and thrust his hips forward eagerly. Scott slowly worked his way up and down the solid shaft, flicking his tongue around the sensitive corona. Mitchel gasped as Scott dug his tongue beneath the loose flap of skin, and moaned when Scott gently squeezed his balls.
"Oh, I'm gonna cum," Mitchel moaned.
Scott squeezed the base of Mitchel's manhood, delaying the inevitable release. "Not yet, baby."
"But I wanna cum," Mitchel whined.
Scott lay back and spread his legs. "I have something better for you."
Mitchel smiled and lay down on the bed beside Scott. "So, what have you been doing?" Mitchel stroked Scott's chest, and moved close so he could feel Scott's warmth.
"This wasn't what I had in mind," Scott said, kissing Mitchel's nose.
"I know, but I want to last long enough to actually get it all into you."
Scott laughed, and stroked Mitchel's face. "Well, I guess we've had enough premature firings tonight."
Mitchel smiled and kissed Scott's neck. "You still haven't answered."
"What was the question?"
"What have you been doing?"
"Not a lot. For the past four and a half months I've been living in a friend's apartment in Saskatoon. He'd go to University and learn all about biology and chemistry and European history. I'd clean, cook, and play on the computer."
"Mmm, sounds like fun."
"Not really. I'd talk to you, my lawyer, Dave, and Bob.
Mitchel tilted his head and stopped his stroking. "You talked to Dave and Bob?"
"Mmm hmmm. They were mad at first when I left, but they understood. I haven't talked to Clint or anyone else in the family. They aren't really happy with me right now. In time I think they'll get over it."
"That's good." Mitchel started stroking Scott's back again.
Scott kissed Mitchel and rolled onto his back. "Do you think you're ready now?"
"Oh, I think so." Mitchel reached over to the nightstand, and grabbed a tube of KY jelly out of the drawer. "Did you want me to use a condom?"
"We didn't last time."
"I know, but..."
"Do you want to use condoms?"
Mitchel smiled. "Not really."
"Well, I haven't been sleeping around and I was HIV- nine months ago."
"I've never had a test."
"Mmm, well. I don't think we need to use 'em."
"All right." Mitchel squirted some of the warm gel onto his fingers and began slicking up Scott's hot tunnel.
"Ohhhh," Scott groaned as Mitchel rubbed his prostate. "That's sooo good."
"How good is it baby?" Mitchel asked. He slid a second finger deep into Scott and continued rubbing.
"So good," Scott breathed. His face contorted as Mitchel switched from a rubbing motion to a deep massage. "Oh."
"Are you ready baby?" Mitchel wiped his fingers of onto his rampant erection and kneeled between Scott's legs. He didn't wait for a response before he pushed past the tight muscle guardian and penetrated Scott for the second time.
"Yesss," Scott hissed. He spread his legs wider and clenched the sheets.
Mitchel steadied himself for a second before pushing deeper into Scott. Scott shook his head as Mitchel pushed further and further into him. It was so much better than he remembered. He began whimpering when Mitchel began his tentative strokes.
As he built a steady rhythm, Mitchel explored his lover's body. There was a cute little freckle right between his beautiful brown nipples. And there were four blond hairs sprouting just below the freckle. It felt so right.
Scott kept his eyes closed as Mitchel made love to him. He wanted to feel every motion, every sensation. The air felt electric on his sweat-covered skin. He could smell Mitchel's faint cologne as it struggled to mask the manly musk pouring from his body. Scott listened as Mitchel let out little groans and as his breathing grew deeper and deeper. He felt Mitchel tense up and let out a roar as he pounded harder and faster into him. Scott let out a yelp and for the second time in the evening let loose with a thick and steady flow.
When Mitchel finally softened, he slipped out of Scott and lay down on the bed. Scott's eye's fluttered open as Mitchel kissed his ruby red lips. "That was so great," Scott whispered. He kissed Mitchel again and rolled onto his side.
"Well, we'll have to do it again."
"Definitely," Scott replied. He stretched his body, accentuating the tight muscles that lay just below the surface of his pale skin.
Mitchel stared at Scott as he stretched, before tracing the faint outline of some developing abs. "These are new," he remarked. "You've been working out."
Scott nodded and smiled. "I wanted to make myself better for you. Your arms and legs look a little bigger."
"I've been doing a lot of swimming," Mitchel replied. "The cold water kept things from getting out of control."
Scott giggled and stroked Mitchel's chest. "So what else have you been up to?"
"Not much. School, working at my dad's office, and playing on the computer."
"What is your dad doing, now? I still feel bad about him loosing his job."
"Oh, don't. It was the best thing that ever happened to him."
"I still feel bad."
Mitchel rolled back Scott's bottom lip and smiled. "Don't. He has more time at home, is making more money, and loves his new job. It's worked out great."
"I'm glad," Scott whispered. He suckled on Mitchel's thumb for a few seconds before Mitchel withdrew it.
"If you want something to suck on, I'll go wash up." Mitchel wiped his finger through the cold pool of cum that remained on Scott's chest and tasted his seed. "You taste good."
"Thanks," Scott smiled. "I guess that's not something that I have a lot of control over."
"Not really, but it's true."
Scott leaned in and kissed Mitchel again. "Mmmm, you need a little more time in the oven."
Mitchel smacked Scott's behind and laughed. "Oooo, that's it. Out of the bed."
Scott laughed and began tickling Mitchel. "Nope, you can't get rid of me that easily."
"Hey, no tickling!" Mitchel began flinching and covering up his ticklish spots. But for every spot he protected, he exposed another to attack.
Scott attacked with precision. He'd tickle one part of Mitchel's beautiful lithe body for just a few seconds before moving on to his next target. Eventually, he crawled up on Mitchel's belly and held his arms above his head. "Do you surrender?"
Mitchel looked at Scott and smiled. "Have I told you that you're beautiful?"
Scott smiled. "No changing the subject."
"Better be careful. If you slide back a little farther, something's gonna tickle you."
Scott glanced over his shoulder. "I don't think it's hard enough to do any serious tickling."
"Unlike yours." Mitchel tried to sit up and snap up Scott's growing erection, but he couldn't quite reach.
"What can I say? I'm happy to see you."
"I'm happy to see you too." Mitchel lowered his voice and looked Scott right in the eye. "I surrender. Do with me what you like."
Scott smiled and released Mitchel's arms. He got off Mitchel's tight belly and lay beside him on the bed. Quickly, he brought his leg up and kicked Mitchel out of the bed.
"HEY!" Mitchel yelled as he thumped on the floor.
Scott laughed and looked over the edge of the bed at Mitchel. "I'm the king of the castle, and you're the dirty rascal."
Mitchel quickly stood up and jumped into the bed beside Scott. The boys wrestled each other until they were both hard. When it ended Scott was on top of Mitchel again.
"How come you ended up on top again?" Mitchel asked.
"Because you let me win." Scott leaned in and began kissing Mitchel's neck.
"Can you blame me?" Mitchel asked.
Scott looked Mitchel in the eyes and kissed him passionately. Mitchel wrapped his arms around Scott's back and held onto him tightly. He craved the warmth of another body against his. They had only slept together twice before, but Mitchel remembered the joy he felt when he awoke with a warm body next to him.
"I think it's time," Mitchel said when the kiss was finally broken. He reluctantly released his hold on Scott and smiled bravely.
"Time for what?" Scott asked. He brushed the hair from Mitchel's eyes and smiled.
"Time for you to take my virginity."
"Oh," Scott took a deep breath. "Are you sure?"
Mitchel nodded. "Are you worried?"
"A little. I don't want to hurt you."
"Just go slow."
"All right." Scott slipped off of Mitchel and onto the soft bed. He grabbed the open tube of KY Jelly and moved between Mitchel's wide spread legs. He looked down for a moment at Mitchel's body. He couldn't understand why some people didn't find the male body beautiful. Taking a deep breath for courage, he squirted a little jelly onto his finger and pressed against Mitchel's virgin muscle. There was a little tension before his finger slid in to the first knuckle.
Scott looked up at Mitchel and smiled. Mitchel smiled back and nodded to reassure his beautiful boyfriend. Scott pushed that one finger all the way in and swirled it about before withdrawing it. He squirted some more jelly onto his finger and coated Mitchel's virgin tunnel with a thick layer of the cool gel.
Mitchel let out a moan as Scott's finger bumped up against a walnut like bump. Scott looked up at Mitchel and began brushing the bump again and again. So that's where the prostate is, Scott though. He smiled and withdrew his finger so he could stretch the opening with two fingers.
Scott stretched Mitchel out with the two fingers for a while. Mitchel was thrashing and groaning as Scott's fingers went about their task. Mitchel couldn't believe how good it felt. He wanted Scott to end the torture and enter him, but Mitchel bit his lip and let Scott set the pace. Scott was in control now. When he felt Scott withdraw his fingers, he opened his eyes and looked at Scott.
"Are you ready?" Scott asked.
Mitchel nodded and took a deep breath. He felt Scott push against him and pushed down like it said to do in all the stories he'd read. There was a moment where nothing happened and then the first half of Scott's cock entered him. Mitchel let out a guttural groan and grabbed onto Scott tightly.
The heat and the tightness amazed Scott as he pushed another inch into Mitchel. This was even better than he imagined it could be. He let out a little moan and sunk another inch into Mitchel before opening his eyes. Mitchel looked so cute as his body tried to make sense of the sensations. Scott leaned in and kissed Mitchel's neck as he buried the last little bit deep inside of Mitchel.
Scott continued to kiss Mitchel's neck while Mitchel adjusted to the invader. When Scott thought Mitchel was ready he pulled out just a bit before pushing it back in slowly. Mitchel let out a little cry and grabbed Scott's back tightly. Scott continued making little strokes as Mitchel groaned and wailed in ecstasy. Eventually Scott began thrusting his hips instinctually as the lust and the burning sexual desire filled him. The thrusts became deeper and harder as his body roared towards climax.
Mitchel started screaming and moaning as Scott rode him harder and harder. He could feel Scott as he touched places that had never been touched. It was driving him out of his mind. He dug his nails into Scott's back and let out a scream as what little seed that remained in his body shot skyward.
Scott let out a scream of his own as Mitchel dug his nails into his back. He felt Mitchel clamp down hard and he deposited his remaining seed deep within Mitchel. He collapsed onto Mitchel's chest and let out a little groan. When he opened his eyes, he heard Mitchel crying softly. Quickly he lifted his weight off of Mitchel's body. His once proud manhood slipped from Scott's tight opening and bounced against his now empty jewels.
"I'm so sorry, Mitchel," Scott whispered as he lay down on the bed. "I didn't mean to hurt you."
"You didn't," Mitchel said. He clung tightly to Scott and continued crying softly.
"Then why are you crying?"
"Because I love you. You've made me so happy."
Scott smiled and began stroking Mitchel's back. "I love you too."
Mitchel smiled at Scott and closed his eyes. Scott listened as the sobs faded and Mitchel's breathing deepened. This feels so right, he thought as he closed his eyes. I made the right choice.
When Scott opened his eyes the next morning, the first thing he saw was Mitchel's smiling face. "Morning sleepy head."
Scott groaned and closed his eyes. "I must be having a nightmare."
Mitchel laughed and grabbed Scott's morning wood. "I don't think so."
Scott let out a yelp and pulled away from Mitchel. "Your hands are cold."
"Well, you better warm them up then." Mitchel leaned forward and kissed Scott on the nose.
"Why don't you hold onto me and I'll see if I can warm them up." Scott asked as he rolled onto his other side. He turned his head back to look at Mitchel when he heard him gasp.
"What's wrong?"
"Does this hurt?" Mitchel asked as he traced one of the deep scratches he'd left in Scott's back.
Scott winced and moved his back away. "A little."
"I'm so sorry, Scott," Mitchel said. Scott rolled onto his back and looked up at Mitchel.
"It's all right. We'll just have to trim your nails before we do it again."
"Forgive me?" Mitchel asked.
"Of course. Now hold onto me for a bit. You and I need to talk."
"About what?"
"Well, I'm not in a band anymore, so I should probably think about going to university so I can make a living and support my man."
Mitchel laughed. "So am I gonna be barefoot and pregnant all the time?"
"I dunno about barefoot, but if I could make you pregnant I would."
Mitchel smiled and kissed the back of Scott's neck. "Well, what if I wanted to make you pregnant?"
"Nope, can't do that. I need to keep my figure to keep you attracted to me."
Mitchel smacked Scott's butt and giggled. "Naughty boy."
Scott laughed and grabbed onto Mitchel's arm. "Before I left Saskatoon, I applied at the University of Saskatchewan and I've got an appointment to take the SAT's in a couple of weeks. I should be able to score high enough on those to get accepted into a university."
"I scored 1580," Mitchel whispered.
"I don't think I'll be able to score that high," Scott replied. "Show off."
Mitchel laughed and hung onto Scott just a little tighter. "So, what are we going to do?"
"What do you mean?"
"Well, are we going to have a long distance thing going on?"
"No!" Scott rolled so he was facing Mitchel. "I don't wanna do that again. I want to be with you. Don't you want to be with me?"
"I do. It's all right." Mitchel kissed Scott's forehead. He looked ready to cry.
"Mitchel I love you and I never want to lose you again. If I don't get into a university, I'll work at a McDonald's to stay near you."
"Oh, Scott," Mitchel wiped a tear away and kissed his boyfriend. "I don't think it'll come to that."
Scott sniffled and buried his face in Mitchel's chest. "I missed you so much."
Mitchel held onto Scott tightly and let him cry himself out. When he was done, Mitchel gave him a kiss. "I love you, Scott."
"I love you too."
End. January 20, 2001 43473 Words