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WHEN LOVE COMES - PART 13
We talked a lot on the drive back from my parents' house. Matt was going to be student teaching at the local high school. Since he and Jamal had a lease on the apartment until June, we decided that Matt would stay there during the week and at my place on the weekends. He would move in with me after graduation in May assuming that he could get a job teaching in one of the high schools within reasonable commuting distance.
We also talked about the differences in our families and about Matt's fears for the safety of his mother and brother. Matt was sure that his father wouldn't be able to control his temper for very long. I told him about Coach Darnell's comment that his brother Mark's chances of getting an athletic scholarship at the university were essentially nil because none of the coaches wanted to put up with Old Man Stevenson again.
The next two weeks passed in a blur. We celebrated New Years Eve with Jamal, Kevin and Kathy. Kevin and Kathy were delighted that they had been correct about Matt's feelings for me. They did resist the temptation to say I told you so, but just barely.
Jamal seemed pleased. He told me, "I used to think that I'd eventually get a piece of that skinny white ass, but after he saw you his freshman year, I never had a chance after that."
He also told me, "I love him like a brother. You ever hurt him, and I'll beat the living shit outta you."
Fortunately he laughed when he said that, but I was quick to assure him that I had no intention of ever letting Matt go. Jamal had one of the most powerful physiques I had ever seen plus he could run a helluva lot faster than I could.
During those two weeks we both got ready for our upcoming teaching duties, and we made love a lot.
The whole spring semester flew by. Matt enjoyed the student teaching tremendously, and the people in the school apparently liked him. Before the semester was over he had a contact at the local high school for the next year. He would teach 9th and 10th grade biology and science and be the assistant coach of the football team. His knee continued to get better. He only wore the knee brace during exercise, and by March he was able to start limited jogging again.
My classes at the university were also great that semester. Of course, I was in love, and I could have had the dregs of the school and not have known it, but I think I really did have some great students that term.
I usually ate once or twice during the week at Matt and Jamal's apartment. We traded off the cooking duties at first, but soon I was doing all of the cooking partly because I liked to cook and partly because Jamal and Matt decided that my culinary talents were a lot better than theirs. Most of the time Jamal would excuse himself right after dinner saying that he had to go to the library to study. Matt told me that Jamal really hated the library, but he wanted to give us some personal time. I thought that was really sweet and considerate, and we always made use of the time.
On weekends Matt was at my house. We fell into an easy routine. About twice a month Jamal, Kathy, Kevin and the kids would all come out on Friday or Saturday evening for dinner. We'd all sit in the hot tub for hours after the kids were asleep.
Kathy was never shy about being naked in the tub with Jamal and Matt. One time she laughingly said that it was kind of funny being naked with four naked men and knowing that there was only one (Kevin) who was even remotely interested in checking her out.
During the weekend days, Matt and I would take a morning jog and then a mutual shower which almost always ended with us sucking each other off in the shower. I was glad I had an extra large hot water tank. We would work on our classes, go hiking, or work out on the weights in the breezeway. I'd cook dinner and then we would spend the rest of the evening and night making love. Some nights we were on fire and tore off our clothes and ravaged each other on the living room carpet. Other times we spent hours and hours kissing and playing with each other before one of us would enter the other. There was no real pattern to our love making. I certainly enjoyed everything we did.
Matt kept in touch with his mother and brother at least twice a week. They reported that Mr. Stevenson had managed to keep his temper under control. He stormed out of the house almost once a week, but so far he hadn't hit either Mark or his mother. The sheriff drove by the house daily, just to make certain that Stevenson knew he was being watched.
On the day of graduation, Mark drove Matt's mom to town for the ceremonies. Mr. Stevenson refused to come.
Jamal's mother came over in her car to see Matt graduate also. She razzed Jamal a couple of times about "making sure your black fanny goes across that stage next time." It seems that Jamal had taken a light load at the start of his career so he wouldn't be graduating until December.
It was a wonderful Saturday in mid May. I marched in with the faculty, but I met everyone at Matt's apartment after the ceremonies. I hadn't seen Mark since that day at the football game the previous fall. He had matured a lot in those six months. He looked almost exactly like Matt when he was a freshman in college although he was about two inches taller and a little more muscular. He had the same light brown hair, the same blue eyes, and that same crooked smile. Matt's mother was a tall woman, but her shoulders sagged as if she were carrying some great weight. She was trim but not in a healthy way, and her face was deeply lined. However, any time she looked at either Matt or Mark her eyes lit up and there was a trace of a smile at the corners of her mouth. At one point she came over to me and thanked me for helping Matt.
I replied, "Matt's a very special person to me."
"I can see that. And I can see that Matt thinks the same of you. Thank you." She patted my arm and moved away.
That evening Jamal and the Williamses joined Matt and me at the house. Kevin and Kathy brought a bottle of champagne which we opened and consumed before dinner. When the three kids had been put to bed and we had all settled into the hot tub, Jamal disappeared into the house and produced another bottle of champagne. He stood on the deck naked as a jay bird and opened the bottle. The cork flew off into the yard somewhere with a loud pop.
He poured glasses of champagne for all of us and then offered a toast. "This is to Matt and Gary. To Matt for having the stubbornness to graduate and for finally making the moves on Gary. To Gary for never giving up even when Matt was a real shit."
We all laughed and clinked glasses. Matt tried to defend himself, but none of us would let him. After a few minutes of that light hearted banter, Matt announced that he had to go into the house to pee and to please not talk about him while he was gone. He swung his legs over the side of the hot tub and padded across the deck toward the house. Just after he disappeared inside the door the phone rang, and we heard him answer it. We all turned back to our conversation and light-hearted joking with one another.
Matt came back out of the house. Even in the moonlight, I could see that his face had lost all color. He slumped into one of the deck chairs and said, "I have to go. That was the sheriff. Mom's dead and Mark's in the hospital. They think Dad beat them when they got back from graduation."
In a matter of minutes Matt and I were dressed and in the back seat of the 4Runner and Jamal was driving at breakneck speed toward their hometown. I tried to comfort Matt. He alternated between tears of sorrow and crys of rage. Jamal made the one hour drive in less than forty minutes. As he pulled in to the hospital parking lot Matt threw open the door and ran into the emergency room entrance. Jamal quickly parked the 4Runner, and he and I followed Matt into the emergency room entrance.
The attendant just looked at us and said "Room 415."
We hit the elevator and punched in the fourth floor. Matt was already down in the room. Jamal and I made our way down the hall ignoring the protestations of the duty nurses. Mark was unconscious. His eyes were swollen. He had some ugly bruises on his face and jaw. His right arm was in a sling, and he had an IV drip going into his left arm. Matt had pulled the chair up beside the bed and was softly caressing his face.
"Come on, Mark. It's okay. I'm here. Come on, Mark, wake up."
I went back to the nurses station and told them that we needed to see a doctor or someone who could tell us about Mark Stevenson. The nurse agreed to call someone, and I went back to the room where Jamal was trying to comfort Matt who was still caressing Mark's swollen face.
In just a few minutes a young intern came in the room. He introduced himself as Dr. Soong and proceeded to tell us that Mark had a broken nose and jaw that would be set in surgery the next morning. He had a separated shoulder, three broken ribs, and possible kidney damage. He also had a severe concussion, and it wasn't clear when he would regain consciousness. I stayed with Matt and Mark while Jamal left to call his mother. She joined us in the room within twenty minutes. Not long after Momma P. came in, the county sheriff entered the room. We all introduced ourselves, and the sheriff told us what they had been able to learn.
A sheriff's deputy had been cruising by the house and noticed the door open. He investigated and found Mark and his mother lying in the kitchen. It looked like the kitchen had been torn up. Matt's mother was already dead and Mark was unconscious. Matt's father was missing and so were some of his clothes. In searching the house, the deputies had found a piece of paper in Mark's room with Matt's name and what had turned out to be my phone number which Matt had given to Mark in case he wasn't at the apartment.
The sheriff left, and Jamal, Momma P. and I tried to sort out how to get through the next couple of days. Matt was insistent that he had to stay at the hospital with Mark. We agreed that he should stay the night, but that one of us would be back in the morning to allow him to get some rest.
The three of us left and went to Jamal's house for the night. It was a small two bedroom cottage, but it was as clean as the hospital we'd just left.
Momma P. insisted that I sleep in Jamal's room, and he took the couch.
The next days were a blur. Mark had his surgery in the morning. They set his nose and jaw. The jaw was wired shut and would stay that way for six weeks. He did regain consciousness the following morning, but the haunted look in his eyes nearly broke my heart, and I think it did break Matt's. The autopsy on Matt's mother showed that she had died rather quickly from a heavy blow to the back of the head. A warrant was issued for the arrest of Matt's father on a charge of murder. Mark didn't have any substantial internal damage from the beating. He did have blood in his urine for three days, but when that cleared up the doctors said he was ready for discharge. Since their house was a crime scene, Mark and Matt couldn't stay there, so they moved in with Momma P while I rented a motel room for Jamal and me.
Mrs. Stevenson's funeral was held two days after Mark got out of the hospital. The small church was packed with friends from the high school and town as well as more than a good share of curiosity seekers. The day after the funeral, the sheriff allowed Matt and me to gather some things from the house. We loaded most of Mark's clothes from his room into the 4Runner and Mark's car, but we weren't allowed to take much of anything else because the rest of the house was still considered a crime scene.
Mark still had two weeks of school left before graduation so he and Matt stayed with Momma P. while Jamal and I went back to the university. I missed Matt tremendously. We talked on the phone every night, and I went over to see him for dinner twice in those two weeks. Those trips were hard on both of us. First, we were never alone being either at Momma P.'s or having Mark tagging along with us.
Jamal and I went back over for Mark's high school graduation. It was a warm night and even hotter in the crowded high school gym. Mark had traces of the bruises left on his face and was still moving stiffly. When his name was called and he moved across the stage to accept his diploma, his classmates all stood and applauded. The audience responded and gave him a standing ovation as well. The highschool principal was handing out the diplomas. He shook Mark's hand and then gently turned him around so he was facing his classmates and the audience. Mark was crying, but he managed to raise his hand in acknowledgment of the standing ovation. I have to admit that Matt, Jamal, Momma P. and I were all crying as well.
The next day we headed back home. Matt and Mark drove in Mark's car while Jamal rode with me in the Toyota. We had decided that the best place for Mark to finish his recuperation would be at my house since either Matt or I would be around most of the time if he needed any help and since Jamal's lease was running out on the apartment in July. Matt and I hadn't really had a chance to talk about how to handle having Mark live with us. In fact, we hadn't been alone together since the night of the murder. I didn't know how we were going to play this. Should we tell Mark right away that Matt and I were lovers? Would that be too much shock to find out he had a queer brother on top of his mother's murder? How would Matt and I find time for ourselves?
We put Mark into the upstairs bedroom, and moved most of his clothes into the closet up there. After Mark was settled in, I went into town to buy groceries. Mark needed a liquid diet supplement since he couldn't really chew anything solid. When I returned, Matt was sitting alone on the deck.
"Where's Mark?" I asked.
"Upstairs taking a nap. Graduation last night and the ride today really tired him out."
I sat down next to Matt, and put my arm around him. He leaned his head against me. "Gary, I'm scared."
"I know, so am I, but we'll make it because we love each other." I lifted his face and we shared our first kiss in nearly a week.
Both of us were hard almost instantly. Matt looked at me and smiled that crooked smile. He got up, took my hand, and led me into the bedroom. We fumbled with our zippers, almost tearing our pants off. We got into a sixty-nine position and quickly brought each other to climaxes that threatened to drown us in the amount of cum we poured down each other's throats. We hadn't even bothered to finish taking our pants completely off. They were still down around our ankles. We heard Mark coming down the stairs and quickly pulled our pants back up as we ducked out the french doors of the bedroom out to the deck. Mark came out onto the deck from the dining room. He was dressed only in his boxers. I hadn't had a chance before that to really look at his body. For eighteen, he was a well-built kid already taller and heavier than Matt had been four years before as a freshman in college. Even with the remains of the bruises on his face he was extremely good looking with the same sandy brown hair, blue eyes, and lopsided smile of his brother. He had a few hairs around his nipples and just the beginnings of a treasure trail leading down from his navel into his boxers. Although the boxer shorts didn't reveal a lot, it appeared that he was at least as well endowed as Matt. The hair on his legs was already as thick as Matt's. As they stood side by side on the deck, it was obvious they were brothers.
Matt gave him a hug. "Good nap, Bro?"
"Yeah, much better. Anything to eat? I'm starved."
Laughingly Matt steered him toward the kitchen. "You got lots o' stuff here to eat. Chocolate Ensure, vanilla Ensure, or strawberry shake Ensure. Which do you want?"
"I want something that tastes like a hamburger!"
"Not for another four weeks, Bro." He turned back to me and winked.
When it was dark after dinner, we took the cover off the hot tub and climbed in. I found out that I'd been correct in my estimate of Mark's equipment. His cock looked like a replica of Matt's, which meant that he was, indeed, very well endowed. Matt brought beers out for all of us. We sat and talked while we sipped the cold suds. I noticed that both Matt and Mark avoided any talk about their mother. I figured it would be a while before either of them was ready to open that door, and I decided that I needed to talk to Matt the next day about getting some counseling for both of them to help deal with their mother's murder We finished the first beer and started on a second. Mark only got about half way through his before he claimed that the alcohol had gone to his head and he was going to bed. He pulled his well-muscled body out of the tub giving me a wonderful view of his ass as he walked into the house.
Matt and I stayed in the tub for another fifteen minutes or so before getting out. We made up the couch as a bed, and then went into my bedroom where we proceeded to spend the next hour or so in a long slow love making session. The movement of Matt's cock in and out of my ass nearly drove me insane. I came twice before he emptied his first load into my hot hole.
The plan at that time was for one of us to be out on the couch in the morning before Mark came down the stairs.
At least that was the plan...
(To be continued)