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Nurse and the Patient, Part 14
Jonathan let himself in Lance's house. He walked through the kitchen and went in search of his lover.
"Hey, where are you?" he called out.
"In the bedroom," Lance answered.
Jon walked through the door, his eyes searching for Lance. He discovered him on the bed.
"Don't tell me you've been in bed all day," he greeted.
He walked over and bent down to give him a kiss.
"Excuse me," Lance objected. "I have been up most of the day. In fact, I've been using this new fangled walker the entire day."
"Good for you."
Lance sat up in bed. "Okay, fill me in," he ordered.
Jonathan set his brief case on the floor and took a seat. Looking across the room at Lance, he said, "Well, I don't know a whole lot yet."
"Well, tell me what little you do know then."
Jonathan was silent for a bit. There was so damned much running through his head and most of it made little if no sense at all.
"I made two trips out to see Edith Baxter today."
"I always enjoyed going to see her when she worked for the company." A gentle look came over Lance's face.
"She does think highly of you," Jonathan told him.
"She will always hold a special place in my heart."
"The two of you just sort of lose touch after she quit the company?"
"Actually I did go see her a few times," Lance said. "The last time I saw her she told me I was a good boy and to please see that I made something of myself. She told me I was young and that I didn't need to hang around an old woman, and to please get on with my life."
"She basically told you not to come back to see her?" Jonathan found that hard to believe. From the way she talked today, Edith Baxter thought very highly of her past employer's son.
"Pretty much," Lance nodded.
"That makes absolutely no sense."
"There seems to be a lot about my father that doesn't," Lance agreed.
"Edith did tell me this afternoon that the other person killed with your grandfather was a Carter Wilson. Evidently he was Ronald Smyth's right hand man. Her words, Jonathan added.
"Since all this happened before I was born, I know nothing about him, other than he was an employee at that time."
"Did you also know that your father was also employed by your grandfather as well? In the legal department, whatever than entailed," he added.
"I never knew what his job was. By the time I was born he was already holding the position he holds now."
"Did you know he is a lawyer?"
"No fucking way," Lance said.
"Yes, `fucking' way. Another fact Edith pointed out to me," Jon added.
Lance pushed himself up farther in bed. "Makes me wonder what else he's hiding, doesn't it?"
Jonathan was thoughtful for a moment. Finally he looked up at Lance and said, "Okay, I have a situation here, and I need for you to be okay with it."
"What?"
"I need to give Tony a call. The two of us need to meet somewhere."
When Lance started to speak up, Jonathan went on, saying, "No, we cannot meet here. This is what I need you to understand, Babe. Something tells me it's going to get pretty sticky before this is over. For now no one, and I do mean no one, needs to link you and Tony and me together. Not the three of us. That's why I need to meet Tony away from here."
"I understand." Concern shown in Lance's eyes as went on to say, "I just hate like hell to put you through this shit."
Jon stood to his feet and walked across the room. He stood beside the bed. "I love you, Lance Thompson. Don't you realize by now I would do whatever, anything that's possible, for you?"
Lance reached out and took his hand. "I know," he said quietly.
Jonathan reached into his pocket and dug out his cell phone. He punched in a number and waited.
"Tony, it's Jonathan. "Can you talk?"
Tony assured him he was home, and that it was safe for them to talk.
"We need to talk," Jonathan said, "and I don't think you should come over here."
"I think you are correct. We could meet somewhere for a drink."
They talked it over, and when Jonathan ended the conversation everything was set up. He was to meet Tony at a Henry Hudson's Pub down town.
"I wish he was coming here," Lance said.
"I wish he was too," Jon agreed. "However, I can assure you, we do not need anyone hooking you and me together, or you and Tony, and especially not you and me as nurse and patient."
"You're right, I know you are. I just hate not to be involved in all this."
"You are involved with all this," Jon disagreed. "Besides, wasn't it your intention from the get go that I should be the `street' person for you?"
"You're right of course."
"Of course I'm right."
Jon leaned over and planted a kiss on Lance's lips. "Now, how about I find you something to eat? I have to meet Tony at seven-thirty."
Lance gave him a shit eating grin. "Oh, I think you know what I want to eat."
Jon ran his tongue across his lips. "Yeah, I'm pretty sure I do. I'm sort of hungry for that myself; however," he looked at the clock on the table beside Lance's bed, "if I'm going to get you food we had better plan on a nice bedtime snack. If you get my drift," he added with a wicked grin.
"Getting hard thinking just thinking about it," Lance assured him.
"Good, you can keep things primed up until I get home."
Lance reached down and rubbed his crotch. Both he and Jon could see his cock starting to grow behind his shorts.
As he rubbed it, Lance said, "See what he thinks of your bedtime snack?"
Jon reached down and placed his fingers there along side his lover's. "Yeah, I see exactly what he thinks of the idea. As I told you, keep him good and primed, and I'll guarantee when I get home I'll drain so much cum out of him you'll fill a quart jar with the stuff."
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Jonathan walked into the pub at seven-thirty on the dot. He saw Tony sitting at a table and walked over and joined him.
"May I?" he asked Tony.
Tony motioned for the seat beside him. `Please do," he said.
Jonathan sat down and placed his brief case on the table between the two of them.
"So, how are things going?" Tony asked.
Jon opened up his brief case and brought out his note pad. He started by showing Tony the time line he had drawn up with all of the dates he had found during his search at the court house.
"Did you know that Ronald Smyth was killed in a hunting accident? Along with one of his employees, a Carter Wilson?" he added.
"I knew a deer blind fell on Lance's grandfather."
"That is correct. Did you also know that Sam Thompson, who also worked for the company at the time, was also at the scene?"
"No shit?"
Jonathan nodded. "Edith Baxter confirmed it this afternoon."
When Tony was through reading over the facts on the paper in front of him, he said, "Looks like maybe Lance got started a little early, doesn't it? That sort of surprises me about old Sam."
"Doesn't it, though?"
Jonathan seemed to study Tony's face for quite some time. Finally he said, "Guess what else the old woman told me?"
"There's no telling."
"Evidentially this Carter Wilson, whoever he is, was in love with Kathleen Smyth, and she with him."
"You've got to be kidding me."
"She seemed pretty sure about it."
Tony was quiet for a moment. Then looking around the room, he focused his eyes on Jonathan and said, "Okay, so tell me if I'm barking up the wrong tree here, but doesn't this make Sam look a bit off color here?"
" All I know for certain is that at the age of 20 Kathleen Smyth suddenly found herself sole owner of a multi million dollar oil company and before her father was hardly cold in the grave she was married and had a baby very soon after that. That's the facts. I think we still have a lot of unknown space between those facts," Jon ended.
Tony had ordered them beer as they talked. He tipped his bottle up and drained it. "Care for another?" he asked.
Jonathan shook his head. "I need to get home to Lance. He wasn't too crazy about us meeting away from the house tonight."
"But he was okay with it, right?" Concern was on Tony's face as he spoke the words.
Jon also finished his beer. "He's okay with it. I think he just wanted to be a part of everything, but when I explained the necessity of the three of us not being linked together, he understood.
Jon shut his briefcase and stood to his feet. He reached for Tony's hand. "Good seeing you again, Tony. We need to get together when this is all over. The invitation for the hot tub is still out there."
"I appreciate that, Terry." He gave Jon a wink.
"I understand. Goodnight."
"Wait, what are you plans for tomorrow?"
"Not sure. At this point, I'm not certain I would gain anything by going back out to the house. Something tells me that if I could just get Edith Baxter to sing I could find out just about all I need to know."
"Then why don't you go back out there? You still have her telephone number?"
"I do."
"Good, but please, for God's sake, don't go without calling first. If ever a person was of "protocol", she's definitely that person."
"That's the damned truth. Goodnight, Tony."
"Night, Terry."
Jonathan got in his car and quickly made his way back to Lance. When he came inside the house this time and called out, Lance's voice came from the den.
"In here."
Jon laid his brief case on the kitchen bar and joined Lance. He found him on the couch. He was completely naked and wearing nothing but a grin on his face.
"See?" he asked.
Lance pointed down to his cock. His very hard cock, Jonathan noticed.
"Been keeping it primed I see."
"Damn straight. You want it here or in the bed?"
Jon pretended to think it over. He said, "Um, I think the bed would be really nice."
"Good, cause I want to fuck your ass."
"I thought you would."
Lance pointed to the wheel chair in the corner of the room. "I didn't want to waste time with the walker. I brought the chair just in case."
Jonathan wheeled the chair over to the couch. "Get your ass in and let's fly," he ordered.
In just a matter of seconds Lance was in the chair, and just as fast he was rolled down the hall and into the bedroom by Jonathan.
As Jonathan helped him up into bed, he couldn't help but smile. He was thinking that Lance was so horny he didn't even ask how the meeting with Tony had gone. That was sure to come later, he thought as he tore his clothes off to join Lance in being naked.
As he crawled in bed next to Lance he grinned. "I am so ready for you to fuck me."
"Not nearly as much as I am to fuck you," Lance disagreed.
Jon reached over and pulled Lance to him. His lips found his lover's, and they shared the warmth of a kiss that only lovers can experience. As their tongues searched for the other, their feelings connected, all the dirt, all the emotion Jonathan had uncovered that day seemed to disappear.
"God, I've missed you," Lance groaned.
"I've missed you too, Babe. There were times today when I wanted to just say `fuck it' and come on home. I wanted to feel your dick inside me so much."
"Wish you would have," Lance said. "There were lots of times today when I would think about your hot wet ass and how good it would feel to my cock."
Lance's words came to a halt as Jon placed his lips on his mouth once again, kissing him hard. At the same time, he ran his fingers down along his hairy chest enjoying the feel of the wiry tangles as they tickled his fingers. As he continued kissing Lance, his fingers snaked their way on down, following his treasure trail. When he came to the edge of the thick brown forest, he paused for the briefest of time so that he could enjoy the pleasure of his bush. Then slowly he went on down until he found Lance's hard and now leaking cock. He wrapped his fingers around the base and felt the curls kiss his fingers.
Breaking the kiss, he said, "Fuck me, Lance. Fill my hole with your thick hot juice," he ordered.
Lance reached for the bottle of lube sitting on the bedside table. "Here, grease me up, Babe."
Jon took the bottle from him and squeezed out a thick glob into the palm of his hand. He threw the bottle down and reached for Lance's cock.
Lance shuddered and shivered as Jon's fingers quickly wrapped around his hard thick shaft. He felt him smear the gel on all seven inches of his hard dick.
Jonathan pressed a thick glob of gel up inside his own hairy hole and covered the edges that surrounded his opening. Then he lay down next to Lance, his ass pointed toward his lover.
"Fuck me" Jonathan ordered once more.
Lance turned over on his side and quickly brought the tip of his cock to the hairy opening. He felt Jon shiver as he pressed the head of his dick against the greased up opening.
"Yeah, I'm going to cream your ass so fucking much," he groaned.
"Oh, fuck," Jon called out when he felt Lance slide all the way inside him. "Shit, I feel your hair grinding my ass. I love it when I feel those pubes next to me like they are right now."
Each time Lance thrust inside him, Jon would lean back and meet his thrusts, driving Lance deeper and deeper inside of him.
"God, your ass feels so fucking hot," Lance breathed.
"Slam me, Babe," Jon cried out. "Bang your hairy balls into me. Give me your wad," he groaned.
"You're making me so fucking hard," Lance moaned. "I'm not going to last much long. Your ass feels so good."
The harder Lance banged him, the more Jon's cock leaked. Suddenly without him even touching his dick, he felt his thicken up between his legs and a thick glob of pre cum oozed out his piss slit. Suddenly his eyes opened wider, and he cried out, "I'm going to cum, Lance. You're fucking the cum right out of me."
Lance kept on pounding Jon's ass, and when he felt the muscles squeeze around the base of his own hard hairy cock, it drove him over the edge. He screamed out, "Here I cum," just as the first spray of hot man juice flew out of his cock and sprayed the wet walls of Jon's ass. More waves followed, and by the time he had finished shooting, cum was starting to leak out around his still hard dick, making its way into the wet matted tangles that surrounded it.
"God, that was awesome," Jon sighed.
"Fucking awesome," Lance added.
"You were awesome," Jon pointed out.
"Yeah, well, you weren't so bad yourself."
"Is that right?"
"Oh, I'm always right, Mister."
Their love making had been so intense that afterward, as they lay naked in each other's arms, they both seemed quite content not to speak. Jonathan was a little relieved when he heard Lance falling to sleep. He still wasn't sure what all was going on with Smyth Oil Company, and for now, for this time, he was more than content to fall asleep beside his lover and not even think about Samuel Thompson. For now.
End Part 14
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