Chance Encounter

by Alex Tempera

  “Really?” Chance said. “There is something you should know.”

  Evan smiled. “I know.”

  “What?”

  “That you never loved Todd,” he smiled. “You love me and only me, don’t you, Baby?”

  “Yes, Boss,” Chance said. “I have a lot of things to work on, but as long as I have you, I know I can do it.”

  “I want you to do it, without relying on me.”

  “What?”

  “You have me, always. But you don’t need me to prove to yourself how fucking beautiful, sexy, loving and delicious you are.”

  “Well, maybe delicious,” he grinned.

  “Oh, great,” Evan sighed.

  “What?”

  “Get me hard when I can’t do anything about it,” Evan smiled.

  “Button-flies hurt, too, don’t they?”

  “Damn right, but only when my hard on is because of you. I find that interesting,” Evan licked his lips.

  “Lock the door,” Chance pointed.

  “Baby, I know you want to relieve me, but you can’t. We can’t fuck, you can’t suck or jerk me. It’s OK.

  “Lock the door,” Chance commanded.

  Evan locked the door and walked back over to Chance. “Now what? I won’t allow you to hurt yourself.”

  “No, Boss, I want to watch you jerk off,” Chance said. “Then, I want to taste you. I can do that.”

  “If you insist, Baby,” Evan unbuttoned his jeans and slid them down his legs. He pulled down his boxers and stepped out of them. He pulled a chair over to the bed and sat down. He spread his legs by setting them on the arms of the chair. “You like, Baby?”

  “You are so hard and sexy,” he said. “Rub it and jerk it, like I do. Do it, just like I do it to you.”

  Evan nodded as he wrapped his hand around his own cock. He moved it up and down the shaft as Chance watched with lust in his eyes.

  Evan rubbed himself hard and harder, fast and faster and then he stood up and walked over to Chance. He continued to jerk himself off as he inserted his tongue in Chance’s mouth. He kissed him hard and passionately as his tongue twirled with Chance’s. He pulled away. “I’m ready, Baby,” he groaned as he continued jerking his cock off in his hand.

  Chance lowered the head of his bed as Evan placed his cock in Chance’s mouth. Chance sucked the salty release from Evan’s cock and then licked it completely off his shaft. “Oh, Boss, you are delicious,” he pulled away.

  Evan pressed his mouth against Chances’ and then licked his lips. “I wish I could suck yours but I know I have to wait.”

  “Kissing is just fine, but you should clean up before the nurse comes back.”

  Evan quickly grabbed his pants and boxers and headed into the bathroom.

  23

  “I know you’re still unsteady, so, just hang on to me and I’ll hang on to you,” Evan wrapped his arm around Chance’s waist as he led him into his own bedroom and helped him sit down on the bed. “Now, I’ll be here for as long as you need me. I have nothing drawing me home.”

  “Um, did the doctor talk to you?”

  “About what? He gave me plenty of instructions.”

  “Did he tell you about sex?” Chance asked.

  “Yes, he said no sex, but oral was OK for a week.” Evan smiled.

  “Oral on you or me?” Chance asked.

  “On both, Baby. I wasn’t embarrassed to ask,” Evan grinned. “Now, I want you to get settled in your bed. I’ll be staying with you until you are well again. I won’t invade your space but I’ll be here and Janet will keep Barney until you’re well enough to have him here.”

  Chance lie back on his bed and put his feet up. “Are you sure you wish to hover?”

  “Yes,” he smiled. “Now, I know you said no in the hospital, but is there any family you wish for me to call?”

  “Nope, the ones who need to know, already know. I don’t want my mother to know. She worries too much. Does Barney at least miss me?”

  “Yes, and Janet said she’d bring him by today for a visit,” Evan kissed his cheek. “I want you to rest. I have to run across the street and grab a few of my things. I’ll be staying in your guestroom.”

  “I don’t have a guestroom,” Chance raised an eyebrow.

  Evan patted the queen-sized bed next to Chance. “Right here, Baby,” he grinned.

  “Boss, sit down for a minute, please.”

  Evan sat down and took Chance’s hand. “What’s wrong?”

  “You’re not gonna miss any more work, right? I mean you are going to work now that I’m home, right?”

  “Yes,” Evan said. “Baby, I’m not moving in, I just want to be here to help you. I’ll be staying a few days, unless you don’t want me to.”

  “It’s not that. It’s just I don’t want you to ruin … um, uproot yourself because of me.”

  Evan shook his head. “You still don’t get it.”

  “What?”

  “The reason I’m here, Chance. I’m here because I want to be. The cop I flirted with when he pulled me over for driving too slow … his looks drew me in. Hell, when I saw you in my new mayor’s office, I thought I was going to fucking burst. I was so attracted to you and then …”

  “Then what?”

  “I got to know you. I liked you. I liked you a lot. More than just the attraction and the urge to be with you. You’re a good man. I just wish you would fucking see it! Dammit, Chance! Don’t you know how I feel about you? Don’t you know why I feel it about you?” Evan stood up and stormed out of the room.

  Chance held his side as he slowly sat up. “What the fuck did I do?” He held on to the post of the headboard and stood up. “Oh, crap,” he tried to gain his balance.

  “What the fuck are you doing?” Evan stood in the doorway.

  “Going after you,” Chance muttered as he slowly sat back down on the bed.

  “How’s that working for you?” Evan crossed his arms.

  “Not too well but I couldn’t let you …” he sighed. “I couldn’t let you walk away.”

  “Why not? You don’t think I deserve you!”

  “I don’t fucking deserve you!” Chance stood up again, this time a little quicker. He held on to the post again.

  Evan shook his head. “You’re breaking up with me?”

  “Hell … I don’t want to but … you’re putting your life on hold for me and I don’t deserve you.”

  Evan stormed over to Chance and held his face. “I’ll leave if you tell me one thing.”

  “What?” Chance’s tears streamed down his face.

  “Say the words, Baby,” Evan’s voice was low and commanding.

  Chance tried to look away but Evan wouldn’t let him. “I can’t,” Chance gulped heavily.

  “Say the fucking words, Baby,” Evan commanded. “Tell me to go.”

  “I love you,” Chance said with ease, without any thought as the words rose out of his heart and through his voice.

  Evan pressed his mouth against Chance’s and invaded his mouth with his tongue. “Baby, don’t do this to me ever again,” he breathed, still kissing Chance’s mouth.

  Chance slowly sat back down on the bed. “I have to figure out how to fix this with you,” he sighed.

  Evan dropped to his knees in front of Chance. “Baby, look at me.”

  Chance looked into his eyes.

  “Something has affected you. You were fine until we got here. Is there something about this place? This room maybe that makes you doubt yourself.”

  “I should’ve gotten rid of it but it just reminds me of how … I don’t even fucking know.”

  “What?”

  Chance pointed to the closet. “I’m afraid that when you open that closet door, you’ll leave me.”

  “Chance?” Evan stood up and walked over to the closet. “What is going on?”

  “Just open it,” Chance said.

  Evan opened the door and noticed a long, metal poker with a T shape at the end of it. “Chance, you told
me what he did to you.”

  “He burned the same area six times. That’s why there was so much scar tissue,” Chance buried his face in his hands and sobbed.

  Evan took the poker down and left the room. Chance heard the front door slam shut as he left the house. He held his side and lay back on the bed. “I knew it,” he whispered.

  24

  Chance opened his eyes and noticed he was not only covered up, but he was in his boxers. He winced as he rolled over and noticed Evan, sitting in the chair, reading a book. “I fell asleep?”

  “Yeah, when I came back, you were asleep. Those painkillers knocked you out,” Evan said. “I changed your bandage and undressed you.”

  “You came back, though?” Chance held his side as he slowly sat up.

  Evan placed a bookmark in his book and set it on the table. He stood up and walked over to the bed. He grabbed a pillow off the other side of the bed and put it behind Chance’s back. “How’s that?”

  “Better,” Chance said. “Thanks.”

  Evan sat down. “I threw that fucking thing away. I don’t know why … actually, yes, I do.”

  “What?”

  “You are still punishing yourself. Goddammit! You don’t need to punish yourself anymore. Todd did that enough. He tried to kill you.”

  “No, he tried to kill you and I got in his way. I would not allow him to ever hurt you,” he grunted.

  Evan smiled. “Exactly, Baby. And for the fucking record, I would’ve taken that stab for you,” he took Chance’s hand. “You kept punishing yourself. Don’t do that.”

  “I don’t know why it seems like doubt is a conditioned response of mine,” Chance shook his head. “Evan, I love you and I’m sorry that I pushed you away. You, however, have this impeccable exit when we are in a deep discussion.”

  “You mean, fighting,” Evan snickered.

  “Yeah, however, I don’t like the word fighting,” Chance smiled. “Boss, you storm out.”

  “I guess that’s a conditioned response,” Evan sighed. “Sometimes, and I guess I’ve always been this way, when I don’t know what to say or do, I walk away.”

  “Well, Boss, when you do that, it scares me. I’m always afraid that one day, you will walk away and not come back.”

  “I’m sorry. This last time, I was angry. Not at you but at that damn poker and the thought of him hurting your sexy body with it. I hated seeing you in pain, bleeding in my arms as I tried to stop the bleeding. You kept looking at me as if I could save you.”

  “I don’t remember,” he sighed. “I do know I felt safe and that I wouldn’t die because I was with you.”

  Evan kissed his cheek. “Baby, I won’t ever just walk away from you.”

  “Promise?” Chance asked softly.

  “Yes, Baby. I want to be here. I want to be here with you but I want you to forget about anything that Todd ever said to you. You haven’t really said, but I just have to know one thing.”

  “What’s that?”

  “Why did you and Todd get married?”

  “If I say because he told me to, then it would sound fucked up.”

  “But that’s the reason?”

  “We got into a relationship. At first, it was attraction. Now, if you looked at him, well before he died, he really let himself go. He was always a little out there, but I liked him. At first, I did. I don’t know how it happened, but little by little, I started feeling as if no one would want me because my likes and wants were wrong. Todd had this way to make me feel like shit and then make me believe it. He broke me down and I let him.”

  “You once said there were two reasons why he married you. What were his reasons?”

  “One because he loved that control over a person. He wanted a slave. He’d command me to suck his dick or lie on my stomach so he could fuck me, and then he’d call me names because I did it. Because I liked it. It wasn’t being gay that he told me was wrong, it was the things I liked to do. I never had issues before with what I wanted, until Todd. Then, he made me doubt myself and my whole life as a gay man. I thought that after it was over that I shouldn’t be with any man ever again.”

  “Well, I’ve found that we all have our own preferences and where we may not agree with them, they’re not wrong,” Evan sighed. “What was the second reason?”

  “He figured that he could get me to liquidate my land and get money out of it. I have sold off some of the land in order to help expand the town,” he sighed. “Well, you’ve seen my finances. I live off my paychecks, and now, the damn disability.”

  Evan kissed his cheek. “But then you divorced him.”

  “Yes, I talked with Ed at the club and he helped me. He made me realize that if I didn’t leave, Todd would eventually kill me. I didn’t want to die and I didn’t want to die with the world knowing I was a fucking loser. I was ready to file, but Todd went and filed first. He always needed that control. It didn’t matter. He was gone, I thought. Out of my house and not my husband anymore. I felt like such a loser.”

  Evan smiled. “Baby, you are not a loser. Thank you for sharing with me. Now, I think you’re amazing, but you need to think that, too.”

  “I’m working on it. I swear,” Chance said. “Boss, there is one thing I need right now.”

  “What’s that?” Evan asked.

  “Um, food. I’m fucking starved.”

  “I’ll be right back. I haven’t gone shopping for you or for me. I have to do that later,” he said as there was a knock on the door and then the front door opened.

  25

  “It’s just me,” Janet called from the doorway, as Barney trotted up the stairs.

  Evan petted the dog as Barney jumped on the bed next to Chance. “I’ll let you two visit and go talk to Janet. You better cover up better.”

  Chance smiled. “Of course,” he petted Barney as he licked his face. “Miss me, old man?”

  Barney barked lightly.

  Evan walked down the stairs and then down the hall that led to the kitchen. “Janet?”

  “I have more bags in the car,” she said. “You cannot live on canned tuna.”

  “I hate tuna,” Evan sighed.

  “See? I was right,” she laughed.

  “I’ll be back,” he headed out to her car.

  Janet continued pulling the groceries out of the bag and set them on the table, as Evan walked in with the rest of the tote bags. “Buy enough?”

  “Well, if you need some food for your house, I can shop for you, too. I know what Chance likes and I know he hates shopping. He’d order take out all the time.”

  “He is starving, so I can fix him something.”

  “How is he doing?”

  “He’s sore. The doctor said that he can get up and walk around, but not when he’s alone. I don’t think he should be alone. I have to get someone in here to help when I’m not. I left him alone earlier and he tried to stand.”

  “Well, let me know, and I can help out,” Janet started to put the groceries in the cabinets.

  “You sure?”

  “Yeah, I know you need to check in at your offices and my schedule is flexible, so whatever you need, just let me know. I’m sure others would help out, too, but Chance is too proud for that. He won’t let me call his mother.”

  “Yeah, I know,” Evan said.

  “I got sandwich meat from the deli and they also sent over some soup for him,” Janet smiled. “I’ll get your lunches, don’t worry. You go up and sit with him.”

  Evan kissed her cheek. “He’s lucky to have you.”

  “Yes, he is,” she laughed. “And I’m lucky to have him. Now, go grab me the bed tray from that closet over there and then go sit with him. He can’t be getting too rowdy with that dog.”

  “You know this place pretty well,” Evan said.

  “I helped him organize after he divorced Todd,” Janet explained. “He’s private and a great man, I just miss the man he was before Todd.”

  “Fun?”

  “Fun, energetic, confident,�
�� she said. “I guess anyone can be broken. I do see that you’re repairing him.”

  “I’m just helping him repair himself. He has to know it and believe it.” Evan set the tray on the table. “Slowly, he has to realize it. It has to come from him, not me.”

  “And what about you?”

  “Me?”

  “Yeah, I’m sure there are things that made you come from the big city to a small town like this.”

  “Yes, and someday, I’ll share with Chance, but not until he’s better and when I can muster up the courage to say it out loud.”

  Janet touched his hand lightly. “No matter what it is, I’m glad you’re here. Chance needs to know how it feels to love and be loved.”

  “We all do,” Evan smiled. “It’s my first time, too.”

  “Well, you’re doing it right the first time, then,” she smiled. “Now, off you go. I hope you like minestrone soup.”

  “Hate it,” Evan said.

  “Good, because I got you tomato and I got French onion for Chance. See? I know stuff, too,” she laughed as Evan headed down the hall and up the stairs.

  Evan walked into the room and noticed the dog sleeping on Chance’s lap. Chance opened his eyes. “Do I smell French Onion soup?”

  “Yes, Janet is making us lunch and she got soup from the deli,” Evan said. “She said she’d help out when I have to go out. You shouldn’t be left alone.”

  “I can’t even really stand up without feeling dizzy,” he said.

  “It’s probably the painkillers, but you need to keep taking them because of the pain.”

  “Another day or two and that’s it. I can’t just lie on my back all day.”

  “Yes, you can,” Evan kissed his mouth. “Barney, down.” He ordered the dog as Janet carried the tray into the room. Evan stood up, took it from her hands, and set it on the table in the corner of the room.