The Story of Us

THE STORY OF US BY: Julien

This story is 100% fictional and is by no means depictive of the life of any person, place or thing. It contains sexual activities between males and should only be read if it is legal to do so in your area. Read at your own risk and enjoy. Comments are welcomed and would be very much appreciated. ENJOY!

I would like to thank my editor Frank for doing such a great job on editing -- thanks a lot man...

BOBBY:

I looked down on him as he slept and I felt a pang somewhere inside of me, a sort of painful tenderness that I never even knew I possessed. Poor baby, my poor baby must have been through hell and back thinking the worst. I wanted to hunt down and hurt each and every reporter that broke the story without knowing all the facts but I knew it wouldn't have done shit but land me in a jail cell again. And if I was gonna blame them, I had to also blame me. If I had taken the time to think about what I was doing, none of this would have happened and Richie wouldn't be in the condition he was in right at the moment. He stirred a little under my watchful gaze but he didn't wake up and I couldn't help but lean into him and place a soft kiss on his lips. I wanted to do so much more than that but this wasn't the time and these weren't the best of circumstances.

And again I found myself thinking 'what the hell is wrong with you man? You got someone here who would do ANYTHING for your ass and yet still you keep doing stupid shit.' Having my conscience there to tell it as it is wasn't something I relished but it was something I needed to hear. It was something that I knew undoubtedly had saved my life.

Earlier that day I had been on my way to the airport and had still been wrestling with my thoughts. My head was telling me to just let it go, to forget all that we had been through, to spare our friendship at the risk of dismissing our relationship and forgetting everything that we had shared, but my heart was screaming that I should just be a man and admit that what I wanted was him. It was letting me know that if I didn't make a conscious effort to salvage what we had, I would regret it for the rest of my life. And while I wanted to listen to my heart and go with what I really wanted, I allowed my head to lead the way and ended up at JFK, waiting on a one-way flight to Honduras. I checked in, went through security and headed over to the boarding entrance.

"Good morning Mr. Knight. My name is Celina and on behalf of Botoc International, I'd like to thank you for choosing us for your travel needs. We are so pleased to have you flying with us this morning." The gate attendant seemed nice enough and I was tempted to respond to her flirtatious manner but as strange as it seemed, I couldn't. Imagine, I make my living serenading women all over the world with my words and my music but I couldn't even find the words to respond to her.

"Um...thanks." I replied. She smiled at me and opened the door.

"We are so happy to have you with us Mr. Knight. We love your music. My daughter is addicted to you. She has all your albums and she loves them all but the new one, she absolutely adores it. I mean I have to actually beg her to turn off your CD at night so that I can get some sleep."

Again I found myself at a loss for words.

"Ok."

She continued to smile at me and I swore I saw her wink but I didn't have time to ponder over her intentions anymore as a tall man in his late sixties walked up to me, his arm outstretched. I mimicked his motion and soon we were shaking hands.

"Mr. Knight, I'm Captain O'Brien and on behalf of Botoc, we are pleased to have you flying with us today."

"Thanks. Um...how long will the flight be?"

"About three hours, maybe two and a half if the weather doesn't get any worse."

Again I felt that feeling, that familiar struggle between my head and my heart but I ignored them both, barely managing to break into a smile as the captain held the door for me to walk through it.

I broke out of thought as I saw Richie move his hand to his face and begin to rub his head. His eyes remained closed and he didn't make a sound but I knew he had to be in pain. The bump to his head was a testament to how hard he had fallen.

"Richie," I softly called to him, as I strained to keep my hands to myself.

He didn't open his eyes nor did he move his head in the direction of my voice.

"Richie, wake up baby," I called again making sure that my voice was clear over the whurring sound of the ceiling fan.

This time his eyes snapped open and he sat up quickly. At first he seemed in a daze but then he sobered up and his head turned towards me. The reaction on his face scared me and I didn't hesitate to reach out and hold him in my arms as I heard the beginning sounds of grief as it gripped him.

"It's ok baby, it's ok. I'm here and I'm never gonna leave you again - EVER," I whispered as I rubbed his back in a circular motion. His sobbing increased and for the first time since holding him, he grabbed my waist and held on tight. I could feel my own tears begin to well up but I refused to let them fall. I needed to be strong for him.

"It's ok baby, it's ok. I'm never leaving you again, I promise you that. You'll never have to worry about where I'm at." Those words spoken in sincerity seemed to do the trick and his sobbing finally subsided leaving me with a sense of relief. I never wanted to see him hurt if I could help it. He was too good of a person to be hurting like this.

I attempted to pull away from him but he simply held unto me, as if he was afraid that if he let go, I would disappear into thin air.

"I'm not going anywhere Richie, I just want to look at you, make sure you're ok."

"I'm fine." He whispered, barely managing to get the words out.

"I know you are. You're a fighter, my little fighter." He seemed to be amused at this and let out a small giggle which made my heart melt. 'God!' I thought, 'Look what you almost came close to losing, this, all of this.'

We stayed embraced in each others arms for what seemed like forever until he finally felt safe enough to let me go, at least enough to still be able to hold one of my hands in his. I looked down at him as I stood up and saw the relief in his face. I understood where that was coming from, I mean if the situation was reversed, I would have had that same look plastered on my face. For a moment neither of us said nothing. Richie sat up in his bed holding my hand as I stood above him, not letting it go and then,

"They said you were dead. Everyone said you were in the plane when it exploded. The police were here, they said that you had di..." he couldn't get the words out as the tears started to fall again, this time in torrents that refused to let up.

"But I'm not Richie. I'm here and I'm never leaving you."

Through his tears he managed to let the words 'I love you so much' come through and for once, I didn't hesitate when I said them back.

"You mean it?" He whispered.

"Yes, I never meant to hurt you baby. Shhh, please don't cry anymore." I begged.

"I...can't....help...it", He sniffled grabbing me into another heartfelt embrace, one that overtook my body and made me start to shake.

We stayed like this for what seemed like forever when there came a knock from the front door. I tried to get up but Richie held on to me tighter than before.

"The door..." I started.

"Leave it. I don't want you to go."

"I'm not leaving Richie."

"I don't care."

And with that released his grip on me enough for our faces to be parallel to one another. He slowly leaned in and touched my lips with his own and all I could think of was how much I missed this, all of this. And as our kiss deepened the doorbell rang again and again and again.

"Shit!" I called out in frustration pulling away from him.

"I really think I should get that." I added. Looking at him, I thought that he would burst into tears but instead, he slowly let go of my hand and crossed it over his chest. A pout aligned his face and for that single moment, he reminded me of a little boy who hadn't gotten his own way - it was such a damn cute sight!

"I'll be right back Richie, ok, one minute and then I'll be right back." I leaned into him and kissed him on the lips a final time before heading out into the living room.

Apparently Michael had heard what had happened on the news this morning and had rushed over here to see how Richie was holding up. Imagine his surprise to find me there.

"Oh my God!" he had whispered looking me up and down while covering one hand over his mouth. His face was as white as a sheet and his eyes were as big as saucers.

"Thought I was dead didn't you." I said.

"Hell fucking yeah, me and half of the God damn country. The news... they said that you were ...oh shit.... shit...I can't believe this shit...you're ok." With that, he surprised me by pulling me into an embrace that shook my whole body.

"The news is a load of shit!" I said, my anger finally brimming to the surface.

He pulled away from me and continued to shake his head in disbelief.

Finally, he spoke again, "Where's Richie?"

I nodded towards the bedroom.

"Is he ok?" he continued.

"I don't know how to answer that man. I mean he seems ok but you never know. I wanted to take him to a hospital just to make sure he's really ok but he won't budge. He thinks I'm gonna leave him again."

"What the fuck do you expect. You almost die and then you suddenly reappear, no wonder he doesn't want you out of his sight."

"And I understand that Michael, but I'm worried about him. When I found him, he was passed out on the floor for God knows how long. He could have a concussion or some shit we're not even aware of."

Michael seemed to digest my words. He then continued with, "Ok, you're probably right but give him some time to digest all of this. Ok? He needs to be near you, he needs you to be near him. You know how Richie is. He needs that comfort zone and right now, no doctor in the world can be that for him. He needs you Bobby, now more than ever."

And I understood all of that, I truly did. What I didn't tell Michael though was that as much as I was a lifeline for Richie right now, he was also a lifeline for me.

I had gone back inside to check on Richie only to find him fast asleep. I pulled the beige covers over his body and gently leaned in to kiss his forehead. He didn't even budge. I quietly left the room and walked out to the living room where Michael sat.

His first words to me as I took a seat opposite him were, "Son of a bitch! You know how lucky you are?"

"Yeah, I do. Shit, just the thought that that really could have been me up there, FUCK, I don't even want to think about it."

"So...I know I asked you this before but...how's he doing, really?" he asked.

I looked at Michael as he spoke knowing what he was asking but not being able to respond, I mean, what the hell could I say?

"Shit, how'd you be feeling. Richie was hysterical, I mean he's calmed down enough now but before.... I couldn't get him to let me go, it was as if he thought I would disappear again. It's totally understandable but still, I'm worried."

Michael sighed and looked at me, "He loves you, you know. I've never seen him so wrapped up in anyone before." He paused then continued, "I'm glad you're safe Bobby, I'm so fucking glad. Richie would have never made it if anything were to happen to you."

I never expected to hear him say that to me considering our history but I was glad he did.

"Thanks Michael, coming from you, that's something."

After Michael left and I had checked to see that Richie was still asleep, I finally afforded myself the luxury of some down time. This whole experience for me was one that I wanted to forget so badly but I knew that no matter how hard I tried, I would never forget it. Who could ever forget coming this close to death? I had yet to come to grips with what had happened and I knew that I couldn't do this shit of dealing with it on my own, but right now didn't seem like the right time to be thinking about me. There was so much I had to do, so much I had to clear up, so much I had say and with that in mind, I flipped open my cell and punched in Laurence's home number.

"Hello." He answered, his voice sounding weary.

"Laurence, it's me."

For a second or two there was silence on the line and then, "Bobby?"

"Yeah, it's me, I'm ok." I responded.

"Holy shit, is that really you?" He asked.

"Yeah man, it's really me." I said. All of a sudden a deep chuckle invaded the line and Laurence started to laugh.

"Fuck, Bobby. Jesus, have you turned on the news lately?"

"Yeah man, it's a zoo. So half of the country thinks I'm somewhere at the bottom of the Atlantic, huh."

"Fuck yeah. I've been trying to get in touch with everybody but no one knew where you were. I almost started to believe them sons of bitches about what happened to you."

"Well it ain't true. I'm alive and well, in the flesh."

"Where are you?"

"I'm at Richie's place in Brooklyn."

The line went quiet for a while and then Laurence said, "I'm so fucking happy you're ok man. I mean it. You've been like a son to me Bobby, a son and if anything had ever happened to you...," his voice trailed off but there was no mistaking the somberness of it.

"I'm ok Laurence. I'm ok. Well anyway, I should get going, I got a lot of people to contact. You gonna alert the media?"

"Yeah, I'll get the PR guy to make an announcement and later we'll schedule a press conference. Boy oh boy, you're gonna make a lot of folks happy, a lot of folks."

'Ain't that the truth' I thought as I said my goodbyes and hung up. Towards the end of our conversation I was eager to get off the phone as I was so close to just losing my composure and breaking down. Not that there was something wrong with crying, far from it, but it wasn't my persona. I had to be the tough one now. If not for me, then for Richie, for Laurence and for all my fans out there.

RICHIE

I had awakened expecting that this was all a dream: Bobby being here with me, Michael's voice, my not so sudden urge to hold him and never let him go. I had expected it to be a cruel dream that would keep me awake for many nights to come but when I awoke to him sitting in a chair across from me and writing something unto a note pad, I knew that all that I had been through only hours before had been real. I shot up like I had been hit with a bullet and grabbed his attention instantly.

"Richie, you ok?" He asked, concern evident in his voice. He walked over to me and sat on the edge of my bed.

I wanted to say yeah, I wanted to tell him that everything was ok because he was here, but I couldn't. All I managed to do was shake my head and then burst into tears. Words eluded me and all that was left was my intermittent whining and moaning, a sign that I was in pain, more emotional than physical.

He cradled my head to his chest and kissed my forehead while at the same time holding my hand in his.

"I'm here now baby, I'm here now." He repeated over and over again.

But no matter what was said, I couldn't get the image of the wreckage out of my head and my initial realization that we had had a fight only hours before over something so trivial. I couldn't get out of my head that I had almost lost the love of my life and had not had the opportunity to tell him how I felt. I couldn't get out of my head the fact that at any given moment, life could change without warning and that every single moment had to be cherished. All of this left me drained and all I wanted to do was hold him forever, that way, if something unfortunate were to befall him, I would perish too. And as my eyes got heavier once again, I held onto him as if my life depended on it and quietly drifted off into sleep with his words keeping me company. Those precious words being 'I love you Richie and you'll never have to wonder where my commitment is.'

Later when I had calmed down enough to be able to let him go for minutes at a time, I asked him the question that had been floating around in my mind all day.

"Where were you going?"

He looked up from what he had been doing and his eyes met mine.

"What?"

"The news said you chartered the plane, where were you going?"

He sighed and his eyes fell from mine. His stance seemed to stiffen and his demeanor seemed to go into protective custody.

"You don't have to tell me if you don't..." he cut me off before I could finish my sentence by walking over to the bed and leaning down beside me.

"No, you have a right to know. I just.... I just needed to get away for a while. Things here...they just haven't been the best and then we go and have that stupid argument and.... I just needed to get away."

I understood what he was saying, I really did but I had to know something else so I asked, "Then why are you not..." I felt that lump rise in my throat and I knew I was on the verge of another breakdown. "Why are you here instead of.... you should be dead." The last word came out in a whisper and I had to swallow really hard to keep from crying.

"I don't know baby. I was supposed to be on that plane, I should have been there but...I couldn't leave like that Richie, not when things with us were the way they were. I didn't want to go to some foreign place with us up in the air. I'm glad I didn't." With that, he leaned in and kissed me. A soft kiss that should have put my troubled mind at rest but it didn't and he picked up on that.

"What's the matter?"

I couldn't say what was bothering me, I just couldn't so instead I said, "nothing." But he wasn't letting it slide.

"Richie, tell me, please."

"I just don't want to ruin the mood."

"You won't baby unless you keep whatever is bothering you to yourself."

"It's just that.... I feel..." and before I could stop myself, the tears started to fall.

He held on to me not saying a word.

"I feel like...it's my fault." I cried finally putting everything out there. He leaned away from me and looked into my eyes.

"What the matter Richie?"

"Everything! If I hadn't been an ass...you...you wouldn't have needed.... you.... I...I almost killed you...you almost died because of me." Everything came out in a jumbled mess and I couldn't help but look at him to see what his reaction would be.

The look on his face was one of shock and surprise, "is that what this is about? You think it's your fault what happened? That you were responsible..." he paused looking at me for a reaction.

When I nodded he continued, "Bullshit Richie! Bullshit! How could you think that what happened was your fault, how could you?"

"Because we fought."

"And..."

"And you were upset with me for going out with Terry."

He took my hands in his and kissed them. "Now you listen to me Richie, what happened, what almost happened was NOT your fault. Everything happens for a reason and this was just one of those things. I was gonna take a vacation anyway and I only hoped that you would have gone with me. If you had been there then.... shit.... we would have both been dead. You hear me, dead! If anything, you saved my life baby. You made me feel something I ain't never thought I could feel for someone. That feeling made me come back to work things out so stop that shit right now, you hear me." His voice was stern as he said those words but I could feel the sincerity of it all, he meant every one of them and all I could do was nod as he continued to stroke my hands in his.

The press conference had been draining on him. I could see it in his face and I could hear it in his voice and all I wanted to do was rush the stage, grab his hand and run away with him, as far away from here as we could get. The questions that they asked seemed to focus less on how he was coping with the tragedy and more on whether or not this was a publicity stunt. I mean, how could people be so insensitive. A whole crew was lost in that explosion and nobody seemed to give a damn.

Another reporter raised her hand and started on the subject of personal responsibility.

"Mr. Knight, do you feel that you are in anyway responsible for the deaths of that crew from Botoc?"

Bobby furrowed his brow and took a sip of water. "No, I do not! I am saddened by the deaths of those who perished on that flight but I in no way, shape or form feel responsible for their deaths. Why would you even ask me that question?"

The reporter seemed to not expect that last remark. She continued with, "Well, you did charter that flight and then mysteriously disappeared from it. If you had not chartered a flight then there would not have been a need for that plane to be in the air."

"So what you're saying is that I should have just been on that flight instead, is that it?" I could hear the anger in his voice and I found myself thinking bad thoughts, thoughts of the murdering kind. Those damn reporters.

"Not at all but you have been very secretive as to why you decided not to fly to Honduras. Doesn't the public have a right to know?"

I could have practically predicated his reaction. "No, they don't and neither do you. First of all you people almost fuck up my life by reporting that I was killed without finding out all the facts then you practically announce to the world that I may be to blame for the deaths of those people and finally y'all have the audacity to say that the public has a right to know why I do the shit I do. Well I got something for y'all." He flipped them the finger and stalked off the platform and through a side door. I quickly followed suit and just in the nick of time too. He was throwing things around and breaking anything that could be broken.

"What the fuck is wrong with these people Richie? I practically come this close to death and they have the fucking nerve to want to blame me. BLAME ME, like I had shit to do with anything. Fuck them, FUCK THEM!" By this time he was practically screaming and I thought that it was a good thing these doors were sound proof.

"Who cares about them Bobby? I don't, your fans don't, Laurence doesn't, and neither should you. Who gives a damn about what some stupid Midwest reporter has to say?"

He didn't answer me, instead he sat on the nearest chair and did something that I never expected him to do, he cried. It wasn't just tears streaming down his face or intermittent sniffling, no, it was full blown sobbing that had his shoulders shaking violently to the point that I thought he would cry out. I walked over to him and kneeled down, putting my arms around him, just as he had me when I was in need of a little comfort. He grabbed onto me tightly and laid his head on my shoulder, refusing to let go.

"It doesn't matter what anybody has to say Bobby, I don't care what they say. I love you and I'll always love you no matter what, and you'll never have to wonder about my commitment to this relationship," I whispered trying my best not to break down. For once he needed me to be the strong one and I wasn't about to let him down.

We stayed wrapped in each others arms until his sobbing ceased and his quivering calmed. I let go of him long enough to see his face and then it happened,

He pulled my face towards his and our lips touched, softly at first but as time went on, our kiss became more aggressive. It was as if he was trying to brand me with those lips. I felt his hand slink down into my pants and grab unto my ass with as much force as would be expected of a man who had come so close to death.

"I want you." He whispered as his lips latched unto my neck and started to suck.

"Now?" I asked, my breathing becoming heavier.

"Yeah." He panted.

"What about.... about.... um.... them.... Laurence... repo.... reporters." I had trouble getting my thoughts into words. It was as if my mind was a blank slate.

"Fuck 'em. I don't give a damn who's out there."

And that was reason enough for me. I detached myself from him and ran to the door, locking it and then pulling down the shades.

He smiled a mischievous smile and motioned me over with a nod of his head.

I took that as my sign to get down and dirty. Now face-to-face in front of him I prepared to unbuckle his pants and to make my decent down but he stopped me.

"It's my turn." He whispered tonguing my ear for only a second and then slowly kneeling in front of me. I thought I would shoot right then and there, but I stopped myself, I had to enjoy this as long as possible. He unzipped my pants ever so slowly and pulled them down in one swift motion. I could feel my feet go to jelly so I grabbed unto the nearest available surface I could. He pulled my underwear down as well leaving a blush that ran from my face straight down to my...

"This is how much I love you." He whispered before going down on my dick as I could only watch in shock and amazement. Never in my wildest dreams did I think that he would ever be doing this to me. I was actually content. Given how I felt about him and knowing what it was like to be naive, but this, this was my fantasy come true.

He grabbed onto my ass and squeezed each time he made a decent on my dick, and each time I thought I would come but it was not until he deep throated me that I let it all go and watched as he swallowed every drop. You would have thought that I had won the lottery by the look of pure bliss on my face and in a way it could have been said that I did win the lottery. The one man I knew for certain I wanted to spend the rest of my life with wanted to spend his life with me and only me. The thought had my grin widening.

Bobby came up off his knees and leaned in to kiss me. I accepted him with so much joy that he had to actually pull back for air.

"How was it?" He asked.

"You really want to know?" I whispered.

"Yeah."

"This is how great it was." And with that, I proceeded to disrobe him completely, lay him on the near by desk and to climb on top of him. It wasn't the most comfortable place and position to have sex, but to me, this wasn't about sex, this was about showing Bobby how much I appreciated him and how much I was dedicated to us.

He held unto my waist as I rode up and down his dick till finally I heard that familiar grunt and then I felt him cum. And there we were, me on top of him, him inside of me, in a locked office with every major news network on the other side of the door and for once, I didn't care. This was where I wanted to be.

HERE IT IS FOLKS. REALLY SHORT AND I APOLOGIZE FOR THAT BUT I HOPE IT WAS WORTH THE WAIT. I REALLY AM LOOKING FORWARD TO COMMENTS AND I HOPE TO BE POSTING THE NEXT CHAPTER AS SOON AS POSSIBLE. THANKS FOR ALL YOUR SUPPORT.