I just want to take a minute and thank everybody for the email I've received. My God, talk about staggering. This may be a little bit of a shock, but I didn't think the story was going to get much attention. There are so many guys out there that write on Nifty, and they are all such great stories. It's really cool y to be on the same great site with them.
I really had a hard time continuing this story. I've read a lot of the stories that have over a dozen chapters (don't we all?), and I just can't that many. I'll wrap this one in maybe two or three more installments if that's okay. Sorry if that's not what's expected, but I just don't want to drag this one out and I really don't have enough time to carry it on that far.
Thanks again for the cool letters, and please let me know if you have suggestions or ideas to help me out,
Brady York
A.K.A. Yorktown!
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You get what you need Part 2
Sundays were Lonny's favorite day of the week. The deli was closed, and there usually wasn't anything to do but lounge around, or maybe go work out, or hang with friends. This particular Sunday had to be an all time high. It was nearly nine in the morning, and He was still stretched out in bed, wrapped in the covers with what he was beginning to think of as the most beautiful human on earth.
Jack snoozed softly in the crook of Lonny's shoulder, sleeping soundly despite the amount of light pouring in the widow. Lonny had forgotten to close the curtains last night because of their impromptu lovemaking, and with the storm finally gone the sun was shining.
Lonny smiled smugly, treasuring this moment like no other. He finally didn't feel like a cheep lie, deliberately ignoring his desires for other men, and the satisfaction of feeling so attached to Jack was nearly breath taking. He didn't know if it was love, but whatever it was, it felt great, and he wanted more.
Finally Jack made a sort of snorking noise and blinked into the light and then up at Lonny. He smiled and put his head back on Lonny's chest and closed his eyes. "Hi." He mumbled.
"Hi." Lonny chuckled and stroked the back of Jack's head. "Sleep good?"
"Actually, it's been a long time since I slept good like that." Jack yawned hugely and resettled his head on Lonny's chest. "I owe you a lot."
"You don't owe me squat." Lonny lifted the other's face up and looked him in the eyes. "I don't want a slave boy. I want you here because you want to be here. There's no pay backs."
Jack smiled and put his head down again, thoroughly comfortable. "You make me really happy. Like a real person."
Lonny laughed and slid out from under Jack. "God, I hope you're real. It'd really piss me off to think that I'm so screwed in the head that I had sex with a ghost." He wandered towards the door and the bathroom. "That'd scare the neighbors."
After showers and breakfast, Lonny helped Jack dress, noticing that the bruises were going away a little at a time, and then dressing himself. "Jack, I have this neat idea. I kind of need another person at the deli, and I was wondering if you wanted to work with me. What do you think?"
"Yeah, that'd be cool. I wanna be able to pay my way, you know?" He sat on the edge of the bed and pulled on the shoes Lonny had given him. "If you still want me to stay, I want to help with the rent and food and shit."
Lonny noticed that there was a lot more self-assurance in the kid this morning, and he smiled. "Great. You can start tomorrow night, and Greg and I'll train you." Lonny pulled their coats out of the closet and tossed Jack's on the bed. "In fact, as your new boss, I'm gonna give you an advance on your check so you can get some clothes and stuff."
"C'mon, Lonny. I owe you big time." Jack folded his arms and went red in the face. "I don't want to be a charity case."
Lonny sat down on the bed and took Jack's face in his hands. "Listen up, pal. (A) You're going to pay me back, and (B) you really look good in my underwear, but I think you should have some of you own. Not that I couldn't stare in wonder at your incredible nakedness for the rest of my life and die happy, but you need some things for work, okay?"
Jack chuckled a little. Lonny kissed his forehead, sending a warm wave through his chest, and he watched Lonny stand up and pull on his coat. His heart skipped a beat as he ran his eyes from Lonny's shoes to his hair. "Lon, can I tell you something, even if you might think I'm stupid or something?" He looked quickly at the floor, embarrassed.
"Anything you want."
Jack swallowed hard, his mind racing, and he looked up to meet Lonny's eyes. "This may sound dumb, but will you please call me Chris or Christan? >From you I'll know it's not an insult or a mock." He wiped his hands on his jeans and stood up, forcing himself to continue. "I kinda think I love you."
Lonny grinned broadly, flashing his perfect smile. He raised his arms and Chris moved into them, nearly crushing his ribs. "I'll miss Jack, because I loved him too, but I think I'll love Christan even more." Chris looked up at him, and Lonny bent in for a nice long kiss, the type that everyone wishes for but seldom gets.
The roads were better, and they made good time getting to the mall. On the way, Chris asked a million questions about things that Lonny liked and disliked, and even though he didn't realize it, fed Lonny all the information he needed.
"I kind of want to try a change." Chris stared out the side window at the passing buildings. "I did a lot of stupid shit. Shit I don't want to do again." He turned to Lonny and twisted in his seat. "It's kind of like getting a chance to start over, you know?"
"Yeah, I do." Lonny carefully steered the jeep into the parking lot. "Are you starting to remember things?"
Chris looked out the window and nodded his head. "Like flashes or pictures or something."
"Well, if you really want to do some kind of make over deal, I know just the busy body for the job."
A half an hour later, they stood in the huge main entrance to the mall and watched as Lonny's sister, Ronnie, walked up to them. "Okay," she tilted her head to the side and smirked at them, "What is so earth shattering that only I can help with?"
"Ronnie, I've arranged a treat for you, one of your fondest dreams." Lonny put his arm around her shoulder and gestured at Chris. "My companion here is convinced that he needs a complete do over, and I'm buying."
"Really?" She said, suddenly much more animated. "I get to rebuild you perfect man here?" At the mention of perfect, Chris smiled and turned red, suddenly very interested in their feet. "Your 'Companion'?"
"Yup, and I'm not going to say a word, or interfere." Lonny held out his checking card. "There's five hundred twenty three bucks on this, and I hired Chris for the deli so he can pay me back. Let 'er rip."
"Do you trust me?" She asked Chris. He looked up and nodded, and she whipped the card out of Lonnie's hand. "Okay, Lil' Bro, you asked for it. Get lost, and I'll call you in a couple of hours."
"What do you mean, get lost? I'm coming, too." Lonnie said indignantly. "I wanna watch."
"What's the matter, Lonny, getting cold feet? Go hang out in that computer store you love, and I'll call you when I need something, okay?" She wrapped her arm around Chris' and looked him in the eye. "You have no idea how long I've wanted to do this to someone."
"Do what?" Chris asked nervously, meeting Lonny's eyes with just a little fear.
"It's okay." Lonny shot Ronnie a glare and reached out to take Chris' hand. "She knows a lot about fashion and stuff. You don't have to do anything you don't want, remember?"
"Kill joy." Ronnie pulled Chris in the direction of one of the stores and launched into a lecture about various brands and what was good and what wasn't. Lonny watched them go and shook his head, glancing up at the clock over the door with a sigh. It was going to be a long day.
Chris thought so, too. Over an hour later, he sat with Ronnie on a bench and drank a coke, listening as she described guys she knew at school. A really nice looking kid walked by with his brown hair streaked with blond, and Chris pointed towards him.
"I think that's a cool look. It's not spiky like everyone else's." He said, looking back at Ronnie. "I never could afford to get it done though."
"Well, I'm sure my brother wanted you to do whatever you wanted to feel better about yourself. How much do you want to change?" She smiled and leaned back on her hands. "I think that style would look killer on you, but do you really want to cut it that much?"
"Yeah, actually." He sighed. "The less about me is the same as it was, the happier I'll be."
Ronnie stuffed the questions that flooded her mind. She didn't want to ask things that might upset Chris, but she really wanted to know what had made his life so rotten, and what the real Chris was like. It had really bugged her at first that Lonny wanted to spend so much money on Chris, but since they'd dropped Lonny off, all Chris talked about was pleasing Lonny. It was weird, but she was now convinced it was sincere.
"Come with me, stud. I want you to meet a friend of mine." She stood up and led him towards Nails, Spikes, and Hoops, her favorite salon.
Lonny looked at his watch and growled in irritation. It was nearing four hours since he turned Ronnie loose, and frankly, there was just not that much to keep him occupied, not to mention that his mind was going crazy wondering if Chris was okay. He'd been reading the morning paper and was surprised to find another article on Chris, now believed dead after the murder of his mother.
Lonny's stomach knotted up and he tossed a drink cup in the garbage and picked up his small bag to go find them. Just then his cell phone rang, startling him. He fumbled through his coat to find it and nearly dropped it. The caller ID was Ronnie. "'Bout time." He answered. She talked and he nodded, and then looked down the concourse towards the other side of the mall. "Okay, about ten minutes. Bye."
"He's on his way!" Ronnie turned off her phone and clapped happily. "Oh, man! He's gonna shit!"
"Wow, Ron, I never saw you get this excited." Bethanny, the manager of Nails, Spikes, and Hoops leaned against the counter and folded her arms. "You need to calm down, girl." Her golden eyes crinkled with amusement against her ebony skin. Her hair hung in braids down her back.
"Did you let Chris in to the back room to change?" Ronnie asked and sat in one of the beauty chairs. Bethanny nodded, and Ronnie squealed again. "God this is cool."
"Speaking of cool, I sent Dori for some ice. One of your friend's ears was still kind of bleeding." Bethanny sat in the next chair and picked up a copy of Cosmo. "I still can't believe your brother is gay, though. That blows me away."
"Beth, I've known you for a long time. If you hurt Lonny you know what will happen, right?" Ronnie said sweetly, batting her eyes.
"Puh-lease." Bethanny rolled her eyes. "I don't give a rats ass about who does who. I don't know your brother or his friends."
"Good." Ronnie looked up to see Lonny walking determinedly towards them. "Oh, God. Here he is." She jumped up and ran for the door. "Lonny! You have to wait here. He's changing for you."
"Okay." Lonny looked over her head into the salon. "So, what did you do to him?"
"You'll see." She laughed and clapped her hands. "This was so exciting! I even left you gas money in your account."
"How much did you spend?" He asked, starting to regret turning her loose.
"Three hundred, mostly on clothes." She heard the storeroom door open, and she spun around and slapped her hand over Lonny's eyes. "Don't look."
"That'd be hard since you just fucking blinded me." He backed away from her hand and rubbed his stinging eyes. "Thanks, Ronnie."
"Don't whine." She said and grabbed his arm. "Oh, wow. Look."
Lonny blinked and looked up, and then suddenly forgot his eyes. "Huh." He mumbled. Chris stepped out of the storeroom holding a small plastic bag of ice against his right ear and grinning sheepishly. His hair was now streaked heavily blond and cut much shorter, only hanging to his collar, and parted in the middle and brushed back over his ears.
What caught Lonny's attention, though, were subtle changes to Chris' face. His slightly arched eyebrows had apparently been shaped, giving him a slightly impish or devilish look, and his skin was deep cleaned and glowing.
Small silver hoops with beads on them hung from his ears. Lonny's heart sort of skipped one beat as he looked into Chris's eyes. His skin was slightly red like he'd been in a tanning booth.
"What do you think?" Chris asked quietly, turning around once to give Lonny a look at his new long sleeve knit turtle neck and cargo jeans. Lonny nodded with a big cheesy grin on his face, and Chris laughed.
"I think you're the most amazing thing on earth." Lonny said quietly and moved towards Chris after dropping his bag and coat on the floor. They embraced, and Lonny kissed him on the lips gently.
"Gees, guys, get a room." Bethanny fanned herself with her hand and looked away. "Whoa! It's a little hot in here."
"Leave 'em alone." Ronnie smacked Beth's arm. "I think it's beautiful."
Lonny's face went scarlet and he closed his eyes and grinned again, resting his head against Chris'. "I think we ought to go home. What do you think?"
Chris laughed nervously and nodded. "I'd like that."
"Ooh, this is more than I need to know." Bethany stood up and walked over to pat Chris on the shoulder. "You two do what ever you need to do. Just keep the details to yourself, okay, baby?"
"Yeah." Chris moved away from Lonny and picked up his new coat, never loosing eye contact with Lonny. "I promise not to tell you anything."
"Good." Bethanny stopped behind the counter and leaned on her elbows. "Now if you two are done with this public session, you need to go on and get out of here."
"What do I owe you?" Ronnie reached in her pocket for Lonny's card.
"Nothing, honey. Call it my contribution to true love, which I of course have never had myself." She smiled at Chris and winked. "You come see me when you need those roots done, okay?" Chris nodded and took her hand. "And next time, you're getting charged big. You need to tan one a week for ten minutes until you darken up some, then you can do a little more."
"Thanks." He picked up his bags and followed Lonny and Veronica out, turning to wave. "You're the best, Beth."
"Hell, I knew that." She smiled and waved back. "What amazes me is how surprised people get when they figure it out."
Near the doors to the parking terraces, Chris turned to Ronnie. "Thanks for helping me today. I owe you one." He ran his fingers through his hair for the twentieth time, unable to leave it alone.
"I had a ball, Chris. You pay me back by keeping this jerk happy, 'kay?" She looped her arm through her brother's and leaned her head on his shoulder. "That was fun, Lon. You let me know anytime you want some money spent."
"Yeah, you'll be the first." Lonnie stopped and kissed her on the forehead. "Thanks again, Ronnie."
It was already getting dark when they pulled out of the mall garage and headed home. Lonny turned on the radio and tapped the wheel in time. They passed a police car going the other way, and his mind slid back to the article he'd read earlier. "Chris, can I ask you something?"
"Sure." The kid glanced up from the bag in his lap, smirking as he held up a pair of ice blue mesh boxer briefs. "Want me to model them for you?"
"Yeah, actually." Lonny chuckled. He sighed and looked back at the road, unsure of what to do, but feeling bound to do it anyway. "Chris, I read in the paper that the police were about to give up looking for you. Maybe we should go check in and let them know you're alive."
"I only remember bits and pieces." Chris said quietly, setting the bag on the floor. "I doubt it would help them." He looked out the side window quietly.
"I don't mean to try and tell them anything. Just to let them know you're not dead." Lonny reached out and took Chris' hand, noticing that it trembled. "Hey, I didn't mean to upset you." He held the hand up to his cheek and caressed it.
"You didn't. I'm just really afraid that I'm going to see it happen again." Chris covered his eyes and sniffed. "I think I saw it happen."
"You didn't tell me that it was coming back." Lonny pulled to the curb and put the jeep in park so he could talk. "Chris, what did you remember?"
Chris cradled himself and rocked gently, occasionally meeting Lonny's eyes.
"I only remember flashes, like pictures kinda. I was in the shower, and there was a lot of yelling. I was trying to hurry so I could go help." He swallowed hard and sniffed. "A big hand grabbed my throat, and I got thrown against the wall. I couldn't get out of the shower curtain. It was wrapped around me, like I was suffocating."
"Holy shit." Lonny whispered and pulled Chris to him. He swallowed the lump in his throat. "That Denny guy pulled you out and threw you against the wall?"
Chris nodded. "After that I don't remember anything yet, but I know somebody was waiting for me, like we were gonna go do something. I don't know what happened to him."
Lonny stroked Chris' hair and wiped the tears away gently with his thumb. "Lets go home. If you'll let me, I'll call and see if the police will send somebody so you don't have to go in to the station." Chris nodded and sat up in his seat. After a moment, Lonny put the truck back in gear and headed for the apartment, deep in thought.
Shortly after they got home, Gina stopped by to check on Chris. He pulled his shirt off and let her check his ribs and bruises, and then headed in to the shower to get the hair clippings off his back. Gina scribbled some notes on a pad and sat down on the sofa. "He looks a hundred times better, Lonny. You've done a good job."
Lonny smiled thinly and plopped into the easy chair. "He's starting to remember things, Gina. He says that Denny creep yanked him out of the shower at his mom's and threw him against the wall." He closed his eyes and tried to block out the mental image that brought to mind.
"Good God." She whispered. "Have you called the police?"
"No, but I asked him if we could tonight. He said it was okay now." He reached for the phone on the end table and dialed the number. "They need to know he's alive, and they need to know what that fucker did to him."
Chris turned off the water and stepped out of the tub, avoiding looking in the mirror unless he had to. It made him feel dirty to see himself, like he'd done something bad, although he didn't know what. After he dried off, he wrapped the towel around his waist and started brushing out his hair and drying it like Bethanny showed him, still careful to avoid meeting his own eyes. When he finished, there was the smallest of smiles in satisfaction that Lonny would like what he saw. Chris pulled on the mesh boxer briefs and a pair of sweat pants, Lonny's, that he'd adopted as his own. Next he pulled on an over sized t-shirt as he went back out into the living room.
"Wow, you clean up good." Gina smiled and whistled. "I like you hair that way. It's much better than the burned out rock star look."
"Hey!" Lonny said indignantly and handed Chris a glass of soda. "I like my hair long."
"It looks different on you than it does on me, though." Chris chuckled and sat on the couch, folding his legs. "Some people can pull it off, and some can't. I thought it was cool, but I never really liked it."
"Exactly." Gina accepted a glass from Lonny. "You, my dear, have the classic look of a time traveler that could just as easily wear your hair like that in the 1700's as today, and it looks perfect. Some, though, as Chris pointed out, look like hell."
"Good save." Lonny chuckled and sat down. "Actually, other than a trim, I haven't cut my hair in almost three years." They continued talking and laughing for almost an hour. Then the doorbell rang.
Chris nearly dropped his glass as he jerked his head up. His heart hammered in his chest as he watched Gina get up to open the door. Lonny was there in a flash holding his hand. "I called while you were in the shower. They agreed to send one detective, and Gina agreed to stay in case you need her."
"Okay." Chris said weakly and set his glass down carefully. "Don't leave me, 'kay?"
"I guarantee it." Lonny kissed his cheek as Gina opened the door.
The detective, a younger than expected guy of about the mid thirties named Cartlin, stayed for a little over and hour, and almost immediately put Chris at ease by listening a lot, and not asking to many questions at once.
Lonny had refilled their drinks and gotten one for Detective Cartlin who thanked him. As he lowered himself onto the couch, he noticed that Chris had relaxed and wasn't shaking anymore, and even laughed at Cartlin's jokes from time to time.
"Lets skip the part in the house for a minute." Cartlin smiled kindly. "Do you remember being outside in the front yard?"
Chris' eyebrows worked together and he looked at the floor, concentrating. "I remember lying on my back and looking up at somebody. Then they were gone, and I could see the branches in the tree." Chris shook his head. "Sorry."
"Don't be. Actually, you've helped me verify some of our witness statements." Cartlin leaned forward and set his glass on the coffee table. "I have to tell you, though. I'm amazed that you survived until your friend found you."
"He did all of the work." Lonny smiled and lightly punched Chris in the shoulder.
Cartlin held out a card to each of them after he stood up. "I'll be in touch as things develop, and give me a call anytime you need something, or if your memory comes back. My cell phone is on there as well."
"You have that psycho locked up then?" Gina asked, standing up to let the policeman out.
"Oh, absolutely. Chris is absolutely safe. I think, though, that the next step is to talk to one of our psychiatrists. I'll call you after I get some details." He smiled and waved at them and left.
"Was that so bad?" Lonny said sarcastically and stuck his lower lip out in a mock pout. "Did the bad policeman scare you?"
"Asshole." Chris laughed and punched Lonny in the ribs. "Gina, turn your back. I need to kill somebody."
"You two take it easy on those bruises, dammit." She said sternly and picked up her coat. "It would be just my luck to have to get out of bed at three in the morning and come down here. Behave."
"Yes ma'am." Chris looked contrite for a second but couldn't hold it, breaking up into giggles as the final tension let go inside him.
"C'mon, Gina," Lonny pleaded, "Have never has any fun."
"I gave up ER and George Clooney for this." She muttered at the ceiling. "Goodnight, guys." She opened the door and pulled it shut behind her.
Chris sighed and turned to lean back against Lonny. "She's very cool."
"The best." Lonny considered turning on the TV but dismissed it, enjoying the feel of Chris against him. He wrapped his arms around Chris chest loosely and leaned his head against the back of the couch. Chris closed his eyes and yawned hugely. "Damn, don't tell me you're tired."
Chris smiled but didn't open his eyes. "Why? What did you have in mind?"
"Oh, nothing, really." Lonny slid his hands underneath Chris' shirt and caressed his bare skin in wide circles. "I did think I was going to get to see those new boxers, though." Chris stretched and relaxed under his hands, and Lonny ventured lower, sliding his hands under the waistband of Chris' sweats.
"Mmmm." Chris felt Lonny's hands on his stomach and across his cock. He reached behind Lonny's neck and pulled him down for a kiss.
For several minutes they kissed, and Lonny slowly rubbed the fabric covering Chris' manhood, feeling it stiffen under his attentions. At one point Chris leaned up slightly, and Lonny pulled his shirt up and off, marveling at the sight of Chris' extremely cut chest and abdomen.
"Let's go to bed." Lonny whispered in Chris's ear. Chris smiled and stretched out on top of Lonny, putting his head on his shoulder. He inhaled deeply and closed his eyes.
"I just want to lay here for a minute." Chris said quietly. "Do you mind?"
"Course not. I....uh!" Lonny jumped slightly as Chris' hand was suddenly in his pants. Warm finger wrapped around his cock and he closed his eyes. "Oh, you sneaky little shit." He mumbled.
Chris sort of half chuckled half purred, never opening his eyes. "Turn about's fair play." He kissed the underside of Lonny's jaw tenderly. "Ready to see my boxers?" He whispered.
"Christ yeah." Lonny groaned. "Dude, I'm gonna pop." He gently pulled Chris' hand away. Chris smiled broadly and pushed up off the couch. Carefully, he put his hips to the side like Ronnie had shown him, and looking out from under his bangs in what he hoped was a seductive expression, he ran his tongue over his lips slowly and slid off the sweats and brought his hands slowly up the inside of his thighs, stopping so that his hands sort of cupped his balls loosely.
It worked. Lonny's jaw hung open as he watched the short little show his sex god put on for him. His heart thudded in his chest, and for a few seconds he was terrified that he would cum in his shorts. Christan's already beautiful hard body moved like a panther, and his seductive show had Lonnie nearly bursting out of his pants. He watched as Chris slowly slid both hands under the waist of the incredible mesh boxers and slid them down, revealing Chris' slender long shaft.
"Your turn." Chris said quietly, hoping that in the low light in the living room his all over blush didn't show too much. He was scared to death that Lonny would laugh, and that he would be humiliated. It never happened.
Lonny stood up from the couch and pulled of his shirt, tossing it to land by the front door. He locked eyes with Chris, feeling his heart pound, and he moved forward to kiss him, almost devouring him with desire. The rest of his clothes were dropped an item at a time on the way into the bedroom where they fell onto the bed in each other's arms.
"I read about something today." Chris said breathlessly. "I want to try something." He jumped up and bounded into the living room, then raced back clutching something in his hand. Lonny scooted up and made room for him, and Chris took the cap off a little bottle. "Lay back and relax. You'll like this."
"What is it?" Lonny asked and closed his eyes, feeling Chris' hand messaging his cock. "Wow, that feels good." It was slippery, and Chris's hand moved easily.
"This is the hard part." Chris said so quietly that Lonny opened his eyes and looked at him. Chris looked down at the bed. "Will you put some in my ass?"
Lonny had to think for a second before it kicked in. His eyebrows jumped up. "Do you really want me to do that?" He asked, touched, but not wanting Chris to feel obligated.
Chris leaned over onto Lonny's chest. "Please, Lon. I never wanted it before, but I want you in me so bad it's all I think about." Their eyes met, and Lonny could see he was sincere. "I only wanted the one I really love to do this."
Lonny felt a gush of warmth spread through his chest and he smiled. Chris grinned and held the tube up, dousing Lonny's whole hand in a little unintended over-kill. Lonny slid around and took Chris in his mouth, leaving his hand free. It took some effort, but he got the first finger in and start to slide it back and forth. Before long, he added a second finger, and Chris began to arch his back and moan quietly. When he added the third, Chris jumped, and warm salty fluid exploded into Lonny's mouth.
"Aaaauuuugh!" Chris groaned loudly and jerked in one muscle spasm after another. It was like the orgasm of a lifetime, each shot stronger than the last. He was almost whimpering as Lonny finally released him. "Oh my god."
He mumbled. "You have no idea what that was like." He grinned and ran his hand up Lonny's leg.
"Rest for a minute and tell me when." Lonny said quietly, moving around so that he was on top of Chris propped up on his elbows. Chris immediately spread his legs and raised his knees.
"Right now. I'm so relaxed I think it'll be easier." Chris grinned. "I want this so bad."
Lonny applied a little more of the slick stuff and sighed nervously. "I really don't want to hurt you."
"The book said it might a little, but it goes away." Chris put his head back on the pillows and closed his eyes. "I love you Lonny, now do it."
He lined up carefully, just barely touching Chris' sphincter muscle, and nervously glanced up. Chris said nothing, so Lonny pushed a little bit, and was surprised that because of his finger work, he slid part way in. Chris grunted and looked at him through half lidded eyes. Lonny leaned forward and pushed harder, and felt him self clear the first set of muscles.
Chris grunted and pushed against him, and looked almost like he was trying to go to the bathroom from the strained look on his face. He didn't look like it felt very good, and Lonny began to pull out. "No!" Chris said through gritted teeth and wrapped his legs behind Lonny's ass. "All the way."
Lonny set his jaw and shoved, earning a groan of pain from Chris as he slammed the rest of the way in. Chris grimaced, and Lonny held still, giving him time to recover. "It's incredible." Chris whispered after a few minutes, his face relaxed. "Slow, okay?"
Lonny nodded and kissed him, slipping his tongue between Chris' lips, then carefully sliding out just a bit, then in just a bit. It took several minutes to get to the point where he was doing a full stroke in and out, but by that time they were oblivious to any rhythm.
Before to long, Lonny felt Chris' hard on slapping his stomach, and he got some of the excess slick stuff off their stomachs and took a hold, putting Chris into the same rhythm he was in. Chris ground his hips and Lonny groaned, feeling a whole new sensation. The pit of his stomach began to tighten, and he knew he was almost done.
"I'm there, man." Chris grimaced and shivered, sending a huge torrent of spunk on to their stomachs and as far up as Lonny's chin. Lonny let go of Chris and adjusted his legs, then started a rapid fire thrust, plunging over and over until a flash went before his eyes, and he buried himself inside Chris, blowing huge contractions of fluid into his ass.
"Aaaagh, aaaugh, aaaugh!" He cried, as he emptied himself, his balls squeezing so hard they hurt. He flopped forward on to Chris' heaving chest in collapse, unable to think or move. After several minutes, He carefully pulled out, and the fell asleep chest to chest, intertwined.
A day and a half later, Lonny sat in the office at the deli, carefully placing most of his weight on one side of his ass or the other. The night before last, he had entered another man for the first time, and he would never be the same. Last night he let that man enter him, and although it was the most incredible feelings he'd ever had, the after effects were such that he had trouble sitting and walking.
He glanced up from the bills that had piled up during the holiday and looked out through the small mirrored window that faced the front of the store. A faint smile touched his lips as he watched Greg and Dalton training Chris. At the moment, Dalton was making sandwiches that had just been ordered while Greg stood to Chris' side at the cash register.
Greg ran his hand over his face and shook his head slightly before reaching in to correct something that Chris had done. Chris laughed and blushed, looking up at the customer and explaining whatever mistake he'd made. Greg smiled as well; looking forced, and turned to say something to Dalton.
Lonny chuckled and returned to his invoices, easily imagining any of a number of errors Chris could've thought up. The rest of the night passed quickly, and before long he was helping Greg and Chris clean up. They had sent Dalton home early because a storm was moving in again, and it had been slow.
The bell above the front door jangled, and Lonny looked up to see Detective Cartlin walk in. He smiled and set the broom he'd been pushing aside. "Hey, Mr. Cartlin. It's good to see you." He reached out and shook the officer's hand.
"You won't think so in a minute." Cartlin sighed and put his hands on his hips. "Where's Christan? We have a problem."
Lonny's face went flat. He jerked his thumb over his shoulder. "He's washing dishes. What's wrong?"
Cartlin met Lonny's eyes and sighed again before speaking. "Because of all the circumstantial evidence, the judge passed down a ruling. They turn that bastard loose on bail in the morning."
"Oh, Christ." Lonny felt his throat constrict. "How can they do that? You know he did it."
Cartlin sat down at one of the tables and sighed in disgust. "Look, the only eye witness is Christan, and with his memory out of whack, the judge says he doesn't have anything to hold Pennley for. It's a technicality, but there's nothing we can do. The department psychiatrist is worried that if he hypnotizes your friend that it would be seen as witness tampering."
"So what do I tell him?" Lonny ran his hand over his head.
"Tell who?" Chris asked, walking up and wiping his hands with a towel. "Hey, Detective Cartlin." He smiled nervously and stopped near Lonny's side. "What brings you around?"
Cartlin met Lonny's eyes briefly and smiled. "Chris, I wanted to stop and tell you myself. The judge won't hold Dirk Pennley on the evidence we have.
They plan to release him in the morning." He shook his head. "We'll do everything we can to help you, kid. I hope you know that."
"Release him?" Christan looked at the detective in shock. "I thought you had enough without me." His respirations picked up, and he could feel his heart starting to thud.
"Don't worry, Chris. He doesn't even know you're alive, much less where to find you." Lonny put his arm around Chris' shoulders. "Take it easy."
"He'll find me." Chris said harshly and put his fists to his temples. "I knew where his lab was. He'll kill me!"
"Hey!" Lonny said and gently shook Chris. "Don't get yourself worked up, baby, please. He doesn't know where we live."
"That's true." Cartlin said, standing up. "I'm the only one that ever went there. You'll be safe."
"Safe!" Chris almost shrieked. "Nobody's safe! Mom's dead, Kapp's dead! Jesus Christ, he was gonna throw me in front of a truck on the interstate! He said so!" Chris' eyes were wild and every muscle in his body was vibrating. "He'll kill you, too!" He screamed at Lonny.
"Christan, stop it!" Lonny took a hold of his wrists and pulled him close.
"Nobody's killing anybody! Don't lose it now, baby, please!" He heard Cartlin talking into his cell phone and he met Chris' eyes and held them, seeing the monster fear behind them. "You are safe with me, Chris. Please calm down."
"I'll lose you, too. Just like my mom. Just like Kapp!" Chris whispered through his tears. "You don't understand. He'll kill you right in front of me." In a flash of a second, Chris whipped his wrists free and spun away, knocking Lonny backwards into the table.
Lonny felt a sharp blinding pain just above his right eye as he fell, and he barely had a chance to see Detective Cartlin dash out the door behind Chris as he ran into the night.