Someone to Watch over Me, Chapter 5
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Chapter 5
Paul looked forward to Thanksgiving with mixed emotions. It would be his first time to meet Doug's family and he was worried about making a good impression. Part of him was excited and hopeful; the other part of him was dreading the experience.
Doug's mother and stepfather lived in a small town about 80 miles away. It was far enough in distance that Doug didn't get there too often, but it was close enough to make the drive easily in an hour and a half without speeding. Not much happened there. Residents lived quiet lives, and most of them knew each other well. It could feel claustrophobic to someone used to a larger city. If you wanted to do something "naughty", you'd better do it elsewhere or expect the whole town to find out sooner or later.
They took the convertible instead of Doug's SUV even though it was too chilly to drive with the top down. Doug enjoyed its sporty look and so did Paul. It would certainly be noticed when they drove into town.
Doug asked Paul to drive for the first half of the trip. Paul didn't turn down the chance, and concentrating on the road took his mind off of obsessing over how he would be received.
As Doug had predicted, his mother hugged Paul when they were introduced. She showed them up to Doug's old room which had a double bed. Sleeping was going to be very close for the next few days -- not that either of the guys minded.
"After you two get settled, go bug your sister and then you can go look for Jeremy in his workshop. He's messing around out there by himself -- probably drinking beer more than building anything."
Ashley gave Paul a hug and a peck on the cheek when they met. She smiled as she appraised his lean, fit body. Anyone could tell that she was impressed and interested. It was the harmless kind of flirting that Paul was used to from the opposite sex. He was sure she wouldn't persist once she figured out that he was "with" her brother.
When Doug introduced Paul to his stepfather, he sensed something different in his stepfather's body language -- a kind of tension. He decided to allow them to converse freely for a few minutes without his presence, so he excused himself to use the bathroom. On the way out, he unobtrusively set a small object on the window sill near the workbench. He was determined to find out the reason for his step-father's strange behavior.
"It would be to your advantage not to let anyone know that we've met before, cocksucker." Jeremy said.
"As I recall, it's you who loved sucking my cock and begged me to fuck you hard." Paul responded quietly.
"Don't get smart with me, boy! I'm not going to let you spoil my cushy setup here. She may not be what I want in bed, but she's got money. If I so much as suspect that you've told on me, I'll tell Doug what his precious boyfriend does for a living."
"He knows what I did to survive, and he knows that I don't do it anymore. How are you going to explain how YOU know what I did?"
"I'll say that a friend at work showed me your picture on craigslist."
"Right! And you remembered my face from that? Besides, I was never on
there because I didn't have a computer after my parents kicked me out."
"I'll ask Doug a couple of questions about how he met you and we'll find out if he knows of not. You'd better do as I say and keep your mouth shut if you know what's good for you."
"And just how will you explain to my mother what you were doing paying a guy for sexual favors with her money?" Doug said as he entered the shop again.
"Uh, what are you talking about?" Jeremy sputtered.
"I'm working on a new listening device that I hope to sell to the government. Would you like a demonstration?"
Doug picked up the small object from the sill and pushed a button. The conversation between Jeremy and Paul came back loud and clear.
"I'm sorry, Doug." Paul said with a catch in his voice. "I was afraid this would come up someday, but I never expected it to happen like this!
I'll get out of here before your brother arrives. Is there a bus or train that I can get to go back to home? I'll get my stuff cleared out of your house as soon as I can."
Doug embraced Paul, who by this time had tears running down his cheeks.
"No way are you leaving. I love you! If anyone needs to go it's this prick who's married to my mother."
"Look, Doug, it's all a big mistake. I was just teasing the kid..."
"Give me a break! You can't explain it away. You've been screwing with boys while pretending to be straight and living off my mom! I have proof in your own words."
Jeremy's face burned red with rage as he picked up a piece of oak stock from the workbench and lunged at Doug. Paul threw himself between them taking the force of the blow. He crumpled to the floor bleeding profusely from a gash on his scalp.
Jeremy ran from the scene while Doug called 911 on his cell phone.
Dakota was pulling up to the curb when his car was nearly clipped by Jeremy's as the latter backed hastily out of the drive, tires laying rubber as he fled.
"What the fu..!" Dakota screamed.
"Careful, little ears..."
"That idiot could have killed you and the kids! If I'd have been a few feet closer, God only knows what might have happened. He should be locked up!"
As they were extracting the children from their car seats, they heard cries for help coming from the backyard.
"Take the kids in the house so they don't see whatever's happened in case someone's hurt badly." Dakota shouted as he ran toward the source of the cries.
He found his older brother sitting on the shop floor cradling the head of a young man -- both of them covered with blood. (Ashley was standing nearby wringing her hands and feeling helpless.) Dakota fell to his knees immediately to examine the wound.
"It's not as bad as it looks," he said in his best bedside manner. "Head wounds tend to bleed a lot because the blood vessels are close to the surface. You apply pressure here while I get my bag from the car."
"Oh God, my head hurts!" Paul moaned.
"Hang on, Baby, Dakota is going to get you fixed up. I'm so glad you're conscious."
"Me too. Are you sure I didn't die and go to heaven? I'm looking up at an angel with beautiful eyes, but a worried expression."
"Save that line for later," Doug quipped. "This is my amazing bro, Dakota. He's gonna make you feel better."
"Hi Paul, I was hoping to meet you under better circumstances, but I'm pleased to make your acquaintance. Are you allergic to any drugs -- codeine, morphine, etc?"
"No."
"Do you use any `recreational' drugs -- marijuana, ecstasy, uppers, downers, anything?"
"No, never!"
"Okay, I didn't figure you did, but I don't want to give you anything that might be affected, intensified, by other chemicals in your body."
Paul winced involuntarily as he felt a slight prick of the needle. A few minutes later, he could feel the pain easing.
"Thanks! I don't feel like running a Marathon, but I've lost the urge to have my head chopped off." Paul said, trying to make light of his condition.
"Where the hell is that ambulance?" Doug demanded.
"You know it's an all volunteer crew out here. They were probably sitting down to dinner when the call went out." Dakota suggested. "Ashley, why don't you go out and keep watch for them?"
"Speaking of dinner, I'm sorry that I've spoiled it for everyone," Paul moaned. "I hope you get to eat before it gets cold."
"Food is the furthest thing from my mind!" Doug assured him. "Anyway, it's not your fault. You stepped in and saved me from being attacked. You deserve a medal!"
"What happened?" Dakota wanted to know.
"Jeremy has been using Mom for her money. I confronted him about it and he came after me with that sharp-cornered hunk of oak. Paul tried to protect me, so he got the full force of the blow. Jeremy was like a man possessed."
"He never was my favorite person," Dakota mused aloud. "He's always seemed disingenuous. I could never exactly put my finger on it. I was going to go over Mom's accounts with her while we're here."
"Where is that damned ambulance?" Doug said again.
The vehicle in question rolled into the drive seconds later. Two attendants hurried into the shop, directed by Ashley who was happy to have been of some use.
"You two will have to step away so we can examine him," the taller one insisted.
"I've checked his injuries and don't think that they're serious. Here is what I gave him for pain. He sat up briefly without becoming dizzy, but I'd still like to have X-rays of the area to check for a fracture. I'll monitor him overnight in case of any internal bleeding or swelling."
"And just who do you think you are giving orders to us, Son?"
"I'm Dr. Dakota Hartke and I specialized in head trauma during my residency. If the nearest hospital isn't equipped to handle his injuries, I want you to transport us to one that is."
"Uh, yes sir. Sorry sir. You look too young to be a real doctor."
"No offense taken, SON," Dakota replied grinning. "I'm only interested in the welfare of my patient."
After Paul had been examined, x-rayed, and stitched up, Doug and Dakota brought him home. Gwen had insisted on holding dinner for her sons and Paul. It wasn't much past the time she was shooting for anyway and the oven had kept everything warm.
The men thanked her as they went to their rooms to find something to wear that didn't have blood on it. Paul was pretty sure that his white shirt was permanently ruined.
Before they ate, Gwen asked them to bow their heads and offered grace. She said a word of thanks for Paul and asked for his continued healing, as well as blessing the food.
Paul was quite surprised that his lover's mother could calmly host a dinner after her husband had left in such a state. Why wasn't she crushed, or at least visibly upset?
As if Gwen had read his mind, she brought the subject up after the children had been excused from the table to play.
"Jeremy didn't turn out to be Lancelot in shining armor like he'd seemed to be when we were dating. I've had a feeling for several months that he was using me. I've kept very little money in the accounts with his name on them. He evidently noticed because he's been unusually solicitous again of late.
Earlier in the fall, he kept finding reasons to have to go to the city. I suspect he has a lover there, but frankly, like Rhett Butler, I don't give a damn!"
"Mom, I'm sorry I didn't give you enough credit for your ability to see though him. I was going to go over your accounts while I'm home, but you're way ahead of me." Dakota smiled.
"I won't pretend that I'm not hurt at all. What bothers me the most is that Jeremy lashed out at Doug, and Paul had to be injured in the
process. I'm truly embarrassed and sorry, Paul!"
"It's not your fault." Paul responded. "You have done nothing but make me feel like I'm part of a real family and I thank you for it. My own parents threw me out this past summer after finding out that I'm gay. I've had a rough time making a go of school, but your awesome son has helped me with my finances and has invited me to share his house."
"That's my Doug," Gwen beamed proudly.
"I owe both of your sons. Dakota certainly calmed my fears and he insisted on inspecting the sutures because he doesn't want me to have anymore scarring than necessary."
"And what about me?" Ashley asked. "I made the French silk pie that you're going to enjoy later. Doug said you have a thing for chocolate and I made it especially to impress you. Of course that was before I knew that Doug had impressed you more!"
"Okay, okay," Paul laughed. "I owe you too and I'll always love you -- like a sister, of course."
At Doug's insistence, Dakota and he cleared the table and loaded the dishwasher. Paul wasn't allowed to help because of his injury. He sat perched on a stool in the kitchen while they worked. He could have sat in the family room with the ladies and the kids, but was afraid he might be the subject of lots of questioning. He wasn't ready to explain how he and Doug had met and he wasn't sure what story Doug might have used for cover.
Once the kitchen was cleaned up, Dakota headed for the family room to watch football while Doug took Paul up to his room to lie down. Paul fell asleep almost immediately as Doug held him in his arms. Doug soon joined him in dreamland. When they awakened, it was nearly time to snack on leftovers.
Paul felt pretty good the next morning and was sure that he'd not sustained any permanent damage. Everyone in the house was still concerned about his injury and wouldn't let him do anything strenuous.
Doug cooked breakfast to give his mother a break from the kitchen. Dakota pitched in to help. Paul thought it was cool that the young doctor had other talents besides his academic and medical abilities. He certainly didn't act like a demigod as some doctors did. And if anyone had a right to be arrogant, it would be someone with Dakota's intelligence and abilities.
Dakota and his family left Friday night so they could travel while the kids slept. Ashley, Paul, and Doug stayed until after supper on Saturday. All of them were kind of hesitant to leave Gwen alone, but felt better after she had had a locksmith come in on Saturday to change the locks, and had changed the code on the alarm system.
Doug assumed that Jeremy, for all his faults, wasn't stupid enough to come back where he'd be arrested for assault and would also run the risk of having the family find out what he'd been doing on the side with other men.
Doug drove the whole way home because he was still babying Paul. It wasn't any stress for him to do an hour and a half stint behind the wheel. He'd often drive five times that distance by himself.
When they got home, Doug was going to put Paul to bed early, but Paul had other ideas. They'd not made love under Gwen's roof for fear of being heard. Paul assumed that Doug would be as horny as he was and didn't want to leave him unsatisfied.
Paul knew how to stifle Doug's half-hearted protests as he stimulated his nipples on the way to the shower. Doug lacked the will power to resist Paul's charms.
By the time they made their way to their shared bed, both were leaking precum like a faulty faucet. Paul dived under the sheet to taste Doug's sticky offering. He continued to bathe Doug's cock and balls encouraging the production of more of the sweet fluid.
Eventually, Doug felt guilty about not returning the favor and asked Paul to turn around in the 69 position. He too was rewarded by a flood of natural lube.
They nursed a bit longer, backing off when either of them got too close. Finally, they gave in to the awesome buildup of electricity and filled each other's mouth with copious loads.
In the time of peaceful relaxation that followed their orgasms, they kissed softly. After awhile, they fell asleep with Doug spooned against Paul's back.
Author's notes: Thanks to all who contacted me since last posting: Doug S, Rutabaga, Trish R, Walt S, Bill B, Doug S, Tom A, Bert, Bill T, Tim K, Jim C, Harold T, Chea, Edward D, Paul R, Alastair, Steve, Danny A, Tim M, Vann, Jim W, Millar, and Mark H. Hope I didn't miss anyone!
I'm sending this a bit early in hopes it will be up for your holiday weekend. I'm sure the Nifty editor will want a bit of time off this week, and he deserves it!
Got lots of response about the link. Joel Burns did a good thing putting himself out there for the benefit of teens. I hope you thanked him. I know some of you did.
David