Unexpected: Five Years On 12
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The story is not autobiographical and is a product of the writer's fertile imagination.
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Previously
"Told you what I was going to do. "
"Not the same as experiencing it. What is next?"
"Oh you'll see and feel it. First undress me."
"But I don't get to see you grow. You are already there. Horny bugger"
"That's me. Another time I'll be all yours."
Timothy slowly undressed him and took him in his mouth. Same reaction from Jeremy. Jeremy too felt the mouth come off him. He looked down.
"Jeremy, I don't know what you planned next but let me show you what I want." Timothy lay down on the bed spread his legs and raised them up. Jeremy looked at him and using the same tone of voice, "OK!" as his breath was expelled from him.
It was gentle. It was hard,fast and passionate. It was very sensual. Both guy were gasping for breath by the end. Both were watching the other as their faces became more and more concentrated on the amazing sensations that swept through them. Jeremy's eyes closed and his mouth opened as he took one last push in and stopped. Timothy could feel the pulses. He took two last strokes on himself and his mouth opened. Only one word was panted out of him, 'Jeremy'. His contractions caused Jeremy to moan, 'Timothy'.
Jeremy collapsed on him as Timothy finished his last shot. The kiss went on for a long time. They were finally lying facing each other touching the other and just smiling.
Present
Michael looked at Jeremy later on Monday morning. "You look as if you had a good weekend."
"Can't imagine that it could have been better. Well maybe one way."
"Want to share with Father Michael?"
"We prepared and made ready for having the dads, Momma and Pops and Timothy's mother over for dinner on Saturday. We had a great day cooking together and getting ready. Timothy's mother fit right in with the family and if the compliments were true, we served a very good meal. We had a wonderful family afternoon and night together."
"First question. Did you like the food?"
"The ratatouille was incredible. Timothy prepared it from a new recipe and it was delicious, never tasted better. I must admit that the rack of lamb that I cooked was succulent and tasty, a good recipe."
"If the two cooks really enjoyed the meal, then the compliments were sincere. What was the one thing that could have made it better?"
"Timothy's father still refuses to accept our relationship and would not come with his wife."
"I know that kind of regret. You are a fine young man and want only the best. You can't control other people's reactions. I know you know that but sometimes Father Michael just has to remind you."
They both chuckled. They both knew that their time together was now dated and both were going to miss working with each other.
"Thanks Father for asking. You do know how excited I am about this new case."
"I read you. You are just like me in my first years at this and by the way, I still enjoy most cases, especially the tough ones. Any thoughts on this one."
"Not yet, I don't really have a feel for it."
"Nice segue, I don't either so let's get to it. I am so happy to hear how your weekend went. It is really important to work as a team and make it happen the way you want it."
Timothy too was having a good morning. He was preparing to meet his new client whose case was going to court. He too felt that he didn't quite have a feel for the case and that was the purpose of the meeting. It went well and he immediately knew the things that he had to do to get ready when the meeting ended. He now had a good feeling that this one could go very well for him and his client.
He put that aside and had to get down to more prosaic things like Powers of Attorney for a couple and their ageing mother. He recognized that it was prosaic for him but not for the clients so he decided to start in a small room with comfortable arm chairs where they could just sit and chat and feel comfortable. There was a small table that they could use to get down to the paper work when it was needed. By the end, he had them smiling and making some hard but necessary decisions. Even the mother complimented him on a job well down.
A lot of the week went like that and the guys managed to do some shopping and get ready for the trip to the chalet with the gang. There were several calls with Jack and Marie and with MC and Pierre. Everyone was really excited about a summer weekend by the lake. It was Jake's suggestion that each couple should be responsible for certain meals or parts of meals and that breakfast would be done by each individual although Jeremy volunteered to be the coffee maker at breakfast. The thought crossed Timothy's mind that he was really glad that Jake was straight and married. He could hear from their conversations how close Jake and Jeremy were. He wasn't jealous; in fact, he was really happy that his guy had such a close friend.
They had decided to go up on Friday night after work. The others would arrive on Saturday morning. It gave them some time to open up the chalet and get settled to welcome everyone. In reality, they wanted some time alone in the beautiful setting after a long week at work.
Timothy had phoned his mother mid day on Friday to wish her a safe and pleasant trip to the Festival. He knew from the call that his parents were packed and ready to go so he was certain that they would not turn up at the chalet unannounced. His mother realized exactly why he was calling. She actually gave him their planned departure time as part of the conversation. It sounded so normal. Timothy smiled; his mother was good as an informant on his side.
It was Jeremy who stepped out of the car after the two hour drive and took a deep breath of air. "Oh, I love the smell. I remember that scent of water and pine trees when I first arrived on July 1st. It is so fresh and sweet."
"You know, you are right. I am so used to it that I often don't notice it. I can hardly wait to sit on the front porch as the sun goes down and we listen to the night sounds, hear the wind in the pines and smell the air. I should add to be there with you will make it even better."
They gave each other a goofy grin, hugged and started carrying in the supplies for the weekend. The chalet needed to be aired and a few things put out. They had brought some take out Chinese food from the city and fairly soon after arriving, they were sitting on the porch eating and toasting the weekend and each other with a really good German Riesling that they had brought with them in the cooler.
Jeremy sighed. "This is wonderful. The Riesling goes really well with the Chinese food. I often like a beer with Chinese but this is excellent. To you again." He tipped his wine glass to Timothy.
They went for a walk down to water and sat on the dock. The water was lapping against the boat and the boat moved rhythmically against the protectors hanging from the dock. It was almost hypnotic. They had decided they would not make any overt moves to hold each other or do anything to cause talk amongst the neighbours but for just a fraction of a second, Jeremy let his fingers touch Timothy's hand.
They stayed on the dock for quite a long time until the mosquitoes became too much of a nuisance. They walked slowly up the hill chatting. Timothy knew the lay of the land and when he knew that they were out of sight of all the other chalets, he put his arm comfortably over Jeremy's shoulder and pulled him close. "Never dreamed that I would be doing this." He pulled Jeremy even closer and gave him a quick kiss.
With a wine glass of Riesling, they sat watching the sunset and listening to the various sounds and smelling the scents in the air. It was finally dark. They had not turned on any lights. They porch was very dark. Timothy was glad that he had brought out a flashlight and other things that he he knew tha he would need now; he had a plan. Jeremy heard Timothy stand up and approach him. Timothy put out his hands and pulled Jeremy up to him.
"There are no lights on so no one can see us." Timothy pulled Jeremy's t shirt and shorts off him. By chance, his underwear came off with the shorts. Timothy turned him around facing the water. Jeremy could hear Timothy stripping..
Almost whispering, "Are you planning on having your evil, wicked way with me?"
"Yep, what was your first clue."
"You wined me and dined me. You brazenly kissed me outside the chalet. You waited until it was dark and told me no one could see us. And then you tore my clothes off me. And now I can feel a big piece of wood searching for a place to rest. You see I am a trained forensic accountant trained to recognize and convict wicked men."
"Are you going to prosecute or seal the deal?"
Jeremy turned his head and as they kissed, Timothy's reached for the lube. He used it on himself and Jeremy and quickly went all the way in.
Whispering, "No moaning or other noise, there is no wind tonight. Darkness won't cover that. We lawyers know all the loop ... holes and this lawyer especially likes this one."
Jeremy started to chuckle. "I like it. Clever."
Timothy was very gentle almost in keeping with the night's atmosphere. They paused several times to enjoy the feel of each other. Each time they stopped Timothy would let his hands roam over part of Jeremy's body. First it was gently over his chest slowly teasing the nipples and hair. The next time it has his thighs and balls, gently, gently. Another time he gently bit his neck and then kissed it while he stroked Jeremy's cock quickly with saliva on his hands. He had to stop Jeremy's sighs and moans. Jeremy reached behind himself several times to stroke Timothy's thighs and to stroke his cock with the tips of his fingers. It was another voyage of sensual discovery.
As they came closer to the end Jeremy was thrusting back against Timothy as he pressed forward. Timothy was stroking Jeremy with determination and they finished minutes later breathless but kissing and whispering endearments. They had finished within seconds of each other. As Timothy softened, he came out and turned Jeremy around and kissed him tenderly. They collected their clothes by flashlight and walked hand in hand to bed.
Jeremy looked at his guy in the light of the bedside lamp, held him tightly and kissed for the last time that night. Both knew that there would be many more in the days and months ahead.
Timothy found his guy naked in the kitchen making coffee the next morning. Timothy too was naked. He stopped and looked at Jeremy. "I could get used to this. You really have one fine ass."
"You seemed to be attracted to it last night." He chuckled. "That was truly amazing Mr. Malenfant. Certainly a first for me and not a last I hope. Come here." Timothy approached him. Jeremy held him at arms length. "Good morning love." Then a quick kiss.
They were shaved, showered and dressed by the time they heard the first car coming up the lane. It was Jake and Marie. Timothy stood back and watched the manly handshake and hug between the guys and then watched amazed as Jeremy picked Marie up and turned around once giving her a kiss as he set her down.
Marie looked at Timothy, "So you are the man who has corralled and tamed this guy. I am so happy for both of you. Now help us with our stuff. Who would know how much stuff you need for one weekend! And then I want to hear all about you."
Jake gave Timothy a very hearty greeting. Whispering that he was so happy that Jeremy had found someone. Then out loud, "I hear that you met at our wedding."
"Well not quite true. I actually went up to him at the bachelor party. I made a huge impression that night. The bugger couldn't even remember my name later that night and we had played several hands of Euchre as partners. If he hadn't remembered my name at the wedding I would have walked away. Instead, I asked him to a movie. He called it a date. I told him whatever."
Laughing loudly, "Hey Jeremy you have met your match."
"Oh you have no idea what I have to put with. Always be careful with the smart, quiet ones. They always come back to haunt you."
Timothy made ghostly sounds and noises as they took stuff to the chalet. Jeremy gave him a smack on the ass as they entered. Timothy wasn't going to let that pass."See what I have to put with. Physical abuse and I am a lawyer. Watch it buddy!"
"You, you enjoyed it. I saw the look on your face."
"True." Timothy started to laugh when he saw look of surprise on Jeremy's face at his easy agreement. Jeremy looked over at his friends. Jake and Marie looked at each other with big smiles. They gave each other the thumbs up. They knew the two guys had each met their match. It was going to be a good weekend. Jeremy was so happy.
Very shortly Marie Claire, Pierre and Luc arrived. More stuff carried to the chalet. Smartly, Jeremy and Timothy had scheduled themselves for lunch which they had put together earlier in the morning. Some good soup from a place they knew, cold cuts and excellent artisan bread and buns, a special sauerkraut mixture, coleslaw, and some raw cut up vegetables.. A veritable feast.
Luc had been fed and they were all sitting on the porch with plates stacked with food and a beer, wine or soft drink at hand. Timothy looked at the group and his heart beat an extra beat. This was exactly what he had imagined, people that he loved melding together on a lazy summer day.
Of course that lazy day was going to change. They knew that there was gas in the motor and the guys had brought a lot with them. They were not going to let Mr. Malenfant find out that they had used up his gas. Everyone was looking forward to some swimming and water skiing after lunch.
MC volunteered to stay with Luc to begin with and Marie stayed with her. The guys went down to get the boat ready and went out with Pierre on the skis to start the afternoon. Timothy recognized some neighbours on their dock and he waved to them. He was not going to be shy and have the neighbours wondering about the group at the chalet. They waved back. In fact, he went in fairly close to their shore to drop Pierre off and waved again.
Jake was a really good water skier. Jeremy had a good turn. Finally for the first time that Jeremy had ever seen him in this sport, Timothy was getting ready to go. Jake had a lot experience with these boats from Marie's families chalet on a lake nearby so he was operating the boat. Jeremy was totally taken by surprise. Timothy wasn't just good; he was fantastic, making moves and completing tricks that Jeremy had never seen before. He was blown away by his guy's performance.
"You were fucking incredible."
"Lots of practice. I'll teach you some of the moves over the summer. You looked really confident today and it is only your third day on skis. I like watching that body flex and move. Total turn on." Jeremy just shook his head in mock disgust but he knew exactly what his guy meant. He had the same reaction to Timothy on skis.
The rest of the day and the next day went just as well. They all enjoyed the fire down by lake on Saturday night. Luc was not quite as impressed and was put to bed in his carriage on the porch so that they could hear him but MC couldn't leave it like that and she spent a lot of the time sitting and enjoying the evening on the porch. The gang came up early to be with her.
All too soon the guys were loading cars and saying goodbyes. Jeremy put his arm over Timothy's shoulder and Timothy put his arm around Jeremy's waist. MC and Pierre waved and got in their car. MC looked at them, said something to Pierre as she jumped out of the car with her camera. "I just have to capture this moment. You guys look so damn good like that." They smiled realizing how good it felt to be able to hold each other with a member of Timothy's family and not be looked at as if they were disgusting.
They cleaned up and left the chalet as they had found it. At least, they hoped so. They checked the boat's moorings and cover one last time. They locked the front door. Jeremy turned Timothy to him. "Thanks so much for this. I think that we are creating our own circle of friends. This was a wonderful weekend." The kiss was not a kiss of passion but one of love and friendship. They walked hand in hand to the car.
Timothy phoned his parent's home later that night and his father answered. "Hi Dad. Glad to hear that you are safely home. Good trip to the Festival."
He was a bit formal but he told Timothy about the plays and musical that they had seen and it was clear that they had both enjoyed the drive and the time in Stratford. Timothy asked him about the meals that they had had and he received a long description of what sounded like very fine dining. He finally asked if he could talk to his mother.
They talked for a while and she too had enjoyed the trip. She did mention that she had been a little concerned about his father. He had seemed a bit tired and out of sorts several times. His driving especially on the 401 (a major autoroute through Ontario, American readers think Interstate) had been a bit erratic at times. Timothy commented that they had talked and his father had seemed fine, pleasant in fact.
The week went well. Timothy had just finished with his last client of the afternoon and he was contemplating the paperwork facing him for the next hour or so, when his phone rang.
"Mr. Malenfant, your mother is on line 2 and she sounds upset."
He frowned as he pick up the line. His mother had never once contacted him at work.
"Mom! Everything OK?"
"Timothy it is your father. He came home early this afternoon, not feeling well. He came downstairs a few minutes ago complaining about a bad headache and dizziness. He says that his vision is a bit blurred. He is having trouble with his left hand."
"Mom, phone 911 and get an ambulance."
"He was furious when I suggested that. Said that he would refuse to go in one."
"Mom, I'll be there in minutes. Please phone Jeremy. I want him there to help." He gave her Jeremy's number and he went flying out of the building after instructing his secretary what to do and who to call."
His thoughts were all over the place. He must have committed several driving offences by the time he drove up to his 'home'. As he went in the house, he saw Jeremy park behind him.
Timothy ran into the house. His mother shook her head no, to his question about 911. He father was lying back against the couch.
His father's first words were that this was nonsense and he didn't need help. His words were a bit slurred. Timothy looked at him carefully. It appeared that his left eye lid was slightly drooping. Jeremy appeared at the door.
"What is he doing here?"
"He is here to help me ... and you. Now, Dad, I want you to raise both you arms as high as you can." He said it in a voice that said that he would accept nothing else but what he told his father to do.
His father raised his right arm but he was having trouble with his left one. "OK Dad stop, I'll be right back." He walked with determination and whispered to Jeremy. "Stroke, 911, ambulance as soon as possible. Symptoms are major headache, slurred speech, blurred vision, can't raise left arm, left eye lid dropping. Thanks for coming. Love you."
"Mom come and sit by Dad please."
He paused and looked directly at his father and gave him his sternest look and voice. "Dad, I am in charge! Not you ... not Mom ... not Jeremy ... me. You are going to do exactly what I tell you. It will make a huge difference in the prognosis. Got it?"
"Son!"
"Dad! .... Got it?" He stared at his father again. His father seemed to lower his defences. "I want you to sit back and take Mom's right hand in yours. The ambulance will .... Dad, Jeremy has called it; I told him to. It is on the way. Do not under any circumstances stand up. If you stumble and fall, you can do a lot more damage. Do you feel nauseous?" He replied that he was a bit.
"Sorry, Mom could you get a basin of some kind just in case. Dad sit back. I hear the siren and if they say that there is no problem, I shall personally pay for the cost of the ambulance. I like the smile Dad." In fact the smile scared the hell out of him. The left side was not reacting like the right side.
Off in the distance, he could hear Jeremy telling the ambulance attendants the symptoms as Timothy had described them to him.
The attendants were fantastic. They were professional explaining what they were doing telling his father that he needed medical treatment immediately and they would start it in the ambulance. One of them said that the quick action of his wife and son would make all the difference. Finally, his father seemed relieved that everything had been taken out of his hands.
"Mom do you want to go in the ambulance?" His mother looked at his father. "I think that he trusts you right now and wants you to go with him. Go, it is important that you be with him"
His father nodded yes and then surprised them all. Slurring a bit, "Maybe Jeremy could drive your mother to the hospital. I don't want her to have to go through all the admittance nonsense and be alone."
"Mr. Malenfant I would very much like to do that. I'll stay with Mrs. M. until everything is settled."
His dad looked at his son and then at Jeremy. Something was going on in his head besides the stroke. They moved him onto the stretcher and were out the door. They started with oxygen and gave him a shot of some kind immediately. His father seemed to breathe easier and calmed down.
His father looked at him. "You two act like a team. You really like him don't you? He was there for you."
Timothy shook his head yes. "I would do the same for him any time, any place."
At that moment, the ambulance turned a corner and the motion broke the moment. Soon they arrived at the hospital and he was very quickly processed and within minutes a young doctor was questioning his father. She returned immediately and gave him another shot and some pills. Some time later. "I feel a bit better."
The doctor returned a short time later to ask how he was feeling. She heard his answer. "Good. The quick response either saved your life or has stopped some of the damage which can happen. You are a very fortunate man. I understand that your wife and a young man, I assume your other son, are in the waiting room. Would like to see them?"
Timothy anticipated a very different answer to the one his father gave. "Yes, I would like to see both of them."
Shortly after, Mrs. M. holding Jeremy's hand walked up to the cubicle they were in. His mother walked quickly to his father's side. His father looked at each person in turn. "Sorry for being such an idiot. The doctor just told me that the quick response possibly save my life or damage to me." Looking at his wife and his son. "You and my son saved me." He looked at Jeremy. "You were part of the team. Thank you."
No one knew exactly what to say after that. Mrs. M. broke the silence. "Now tell me what they have done and what is going on."
"Timothy was correct. I had a stroke. They have filled me with shots and pills. The headache has lessened and I just feel tired and so thankful. Now you guys have not eaten. Why don't you let me rest and take your mother out for some food and then come back and see what is happening. I think that I could fall asleep at any moment."
After some banter and talk, the guys took Mom out to a small bistro close to the hospital. They talked about the events after they gave MC a call to alert her but told her not to come until tomorrow.
"Mom, I am not happy that Dad had the stroke but I am sure happy with his attitude to us. He took Jeremy's hand. In the ambulance he told me that we worked like a team and that Jeremy was there for me. What can I do but be thankful?"
"Timothy, the word will get around. I phoned a couple of close friends. I know that Father Pierre will be in tonight or tomorrow."
He could see the concern in his mother's eyes. "I shall be very careful with what I say. I hope that he is not stupid enough to talk about counselling and change. I really don't want a scene with him here in front of dad. I think that he is poisonous on this topic. I talked with Jamie about his time with Father Gregory but I don't know if I can be as calm as he was. Mom, I promise that I will try very hard."
They went back to the hospital to find his father still asleep. Mother and son decided to stay for a while with Mr. Malenfant to talk to doctors and find out all that they could. Mrs. M told Jeremy that he was to go home and to go to work the next day. They all laughed when he put on an act of having to go to work and miss all the fun. Timothy could tell that his mother was even more in love with his guy.
Not the end of the day that he had expected but it had been a promising ending. As Jeremy, was leaving, Timothy pulled him to himself, "See you at home. Don't wait up. Thanks." He leaned over and gave him a quick kiss. His mother was beaming when he turned back into the room. Sometimes no words had to be spoken.
Comments preecherdave@gmail.com Any comments welcome
If you liked this story, you might want to read the others that I have published on Nifty. In particular, my first story, Unexpected Change which has had the most positive comments and one of my other favourites, What a Difference a Year Makes. I have recently reread Introspection and it is worth a read.
Unexpected Change, Nifty, College, April 16, 2011
Friendship, Nifty, Adult Friends, May 20, 2011
Surprising Last Year at University, Nifty, College, June 9, 2011
Murder Changed My Life, Nifty, Beginnings, July 8, 2011
What is Love?, Nifty, Beginnings, August 31, 2011
Getting My Act Together, Nifty, Adult-Friends, November 10, 2011
Surprised, Nifty, Adult-Friends, January 14, 2012
Surprised Eric and Dave, Beginnings, February 10, 2012
Surprised Graham and Robert, Nifty, Adult-Friends, March 22, 2012
What a Difference a Year Makes, Nifty, Adult-Friends, September 13, 2012
Discoveries, Nifty, Beginnings, November 4, 2012
Introspection, Nifty, Relationships, August 1, 2013
Bad Boy Series, Nifty, Beginning, January 2, 2014
Unexpected, Nifty, Adult Friends, November 4, 2015