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Mark Stevens
Nurse and the Patient, Part 20
Jonathan and Lance sat in Ty Bennett's office listening as the police officer related to them his visit with Sam Thompson.
"Your father's story is simply this: when he returned from his business trip he was met with the news his home had been destroyed by a fire. He had no idea his company was under going any type of audit."
"That's a lie," Lance spoke up. "I know for a fact that Agnes Doughty had called and warned him that something was going on."
"That may well be, Lance, but that is what he told me."
"And another thing, I am pretty sure when all is said and done, you're going to find out that he is not my father."
"What the hell are you talking about?" Ty asked.
Lance went on to tell him what he knew about the matter, and Jonathan backed him up.
When the two of them had finished, Ty looked at Jonathan and said, "Damn, any time you'd like to come work for the department, we'll have a spot for you."
"No thanks," Jonathan said. Smiling, he went on to say, "I think I'll stick to nursing."
"So, tell me, Ty, where do we go from here?" Lance asked.
"Well, to start with, given all of the information the two of you have shared with me, I plan to start an investigation. Lance, you will be hearing from me. In the mean time, I would suggest you get with your lawyer and work with him. Whether or not we can ever connect you father—excuse me, whether or not we can connect Sam Thompson to the fire, or anything else, I would say you have proof enough to get him out of your company. From what you have told me, and especially if it turns out Sam is not your father, then I would say you won't have any trouble taking your company back over."
"Except Sam won't give up without one hell of a fight," Jonathan pointed out.
"Let the son of a bitch fight me," Lance with a determined look on his face. "I'll nail his ass to the wall."
Ty stood to his feet. "Like I say, get with your lawyer, discuss it with him and go from there. In the mean time, I'll be in touch with you guys."
On the way home from the police station Lance said, "Jon, do you think I'm crazy to fight this?"
His hands on the wheel, Jonathan eyed the road in front of him. He didn't speak for a moment. Finally he said, "No, I don't think you're crazy. In fact, I think it's the only thing you can do. Do I think you're in for a difficult time? Yeah, I do. Just know, Love, that I am here for you."
Jonathan placed a hand on Lance's leg and gave him a smile.
Lance took the hand and gave the fingers a gentle squeeze. "I know you are." He was lost in thought for a few seconds. Then he said, "God, I don't know what I would have done had I lost you in that fire."
"Well, you didn't lose me. Face it, you're stuck with me the rest of your life."
Jonathan opened the door and was greeted by his mother.
"It's about time the two of you saw me," she greeted her son.
When Jonathan and Lance had returned from their trip to the police station, they found they had a message from Lois Davis. She was wondering what the hell was going on with them, being it had been "ages" since they had spoken with her.
Upon hearing her words, Lance had been quick to suggest to Jon that they invite her over soon for dinner. They had agreed on the following evening and returned her call.
"It's good to see you, too, Mom," Jonathan smiled.
"Don't get smart with me. I'm still your mother. Some day, when I'm no longer around..."
"Cut the shit, Mom. You're going to be around for another hundred years. My luck, even more," he added with a grin.
Lois frowned at her son. Then turning, she beamed at Lance. "How's my favorite person?" she asked.
"Hello, Lois. As always, it's a pleasure seeing you."
Lois turned to her son. "See, that's how you treat your mother."
"You know I love you, Mom."
"Yeah, like an old sock."
"All right, you two, don't make me get out of this chair," Lance warned. "I promise, it won't be a pretty sight if I do."
"Speaking of which, how much longer before you're running a race?"
"I go see Doctor Todd next week," Lance said.
"He's healing quite nicely," Jon added. "I don't think it will be much longer before he running a race."
"Good, then you can move back home."
"Nonsense, Lois, Jon is home. This is his home," Lance told her.
Lois looked at her son. "Is this true? You're moving in with Lance?"
Jonathan looked closely at his mother. "Is that going to be a problem for you?"
"Don't use that tone with me, Jonathan Davis. I'm still your mother."
"How about me, Lois, would you be my mother as well?"
Lois walked over and through her arms around Lance. "I can think of nothing I would enjoy more," she assured him. "My two sons," she added with a twinkle in her eye.
Jonathan had fixed dinner, and they were soon sitting around the table enjoying the food and each other's company. They filled her in on everything that had taken place.
"You have a grandmother?" she asked. "How wonderful!" she exclaimed.
"You will like her," Lance told her. "She's a great lady."
"I'm anxious to meet her." Lois turned to her son and added, "I will be allowed to meet her, will I not?"
"Only if you promise to behave," Jon warned her.
They spent the evening discussing everything that was going on, and later as Lois was leaving, she said, "Promise you will be careful. That you both will," she added.
They assured her everything would be all right.
"Take care of each other," she said and left.
"I really like your mother," Lance said.
Jonathan smiled and said, "That's good."
He leaned over and planted a kiss on Lance's mouth. "Now, how about taking me to bed and fucking me like crazy?"
"That can be arranged."
In what seemed like only seconds, Jonathan and Lance were naked and in bed with their hands working like crazy, feeling the touch of each other's hot naked skin.
Lance lay on his side, his body next to Jonathan. He pulled the two of them together and their lips met. The kiss they shared was so powerful it left them breathless.
Jonathan ran his fingers through the thick mat of brown tangles that covered his lover's chest. He moaned as he felt the wiry curls against his skin.
Lance pulled back. "God, I need you," he breathed.
Jon reached down until his fingers found what they were looking for; Lance's thick hard cock. "I need this in my ass," he groaned.
"Yeah, I'm going to fuck your hairy hole, fill you with my hot cream."
"Fuck, yeah. Do it; fuck me, Lance."
"Ride my cock," Lance told him.
Jonathan reached for the lube. He squeezed some out and quickly covered Lance's dick with the slippery gel. Then taking another glob, he paved the entrance of his hairy hole, finally working a thick glob of it inside by finger fucking himself.
"Yeah, climb up and ride my dick," Lance ordered.
With Lance on his back, Jon placed a leg on either side of him and slowly brought himself down until he felt the tip of Lance's cock touch the slippery entrance of his wet hole. He relaxed and suddenly the entire length was inside him. Jon's could feel the thick brown cock fur around Lance's dick as he rode him like a pony.
"Fuck my ass," Jon cried out.
Lance began raising his hips, driving his cock in and out of Jon.
"Yeah, I feel your hairy balls grinding my ass," Jon moaned. "You feel so fucking good."
"I love fucking your ass," Lance breathed.
"Fuck me, then. Pound the fuck out of my ass."
As Lance continued working his hard hairy cock deep inside, Jon soon felt the familiar churning in his balls. It wouldn't be long before he shot his load.
"Shit, you're going to make me cum," he warned.
"Cum, Baby," Lance cried out. "Shoot that dick," groaned.
Jon felt his cock swell up, and suddenly his chest was covered with thick creamy spunk. It landed in the thick mat of hair on his chest, and by time he had stopped shooting, it was making a sticky trail down through the curls.
"Shit, I'm going to shoot," Lance suddenly cried out.
"Fill my hole, Baby. Give me your load," Jon screamed.
He felt Lance's cock swell up, and suddenly the walls of his ass were coated in the hot steamy man juice that freely flowed from the tip of his dick.
When Lance had finished shooting inside his ass, Jon remained where he was with the cock still rooted deep inside him. He relaxed his body and let his weight rest on Lance for a moment or two. He felt Lance's cum as it slowly began to leak out of his ass, felt as it matted the thick hair that was pressed tightly against the cheeks of his ass.
Jonathan ground his ass along the hairy rug separating him and Lance and then said, "I love feeling cum in your hair. It's so fucking hot."
"Keep that up and you might just find yourself with another load inside," Lance warned."
Jonathan forced the muscles of his ass to clamp down on his lover's dick. "You would get no complaint from me," he said with a grin.
End Part 20