Love Most Inconvenient 3

by D. J. Manly

  “This isn’t…” I began.

  “I know,” he said, pushing me in, “enjoy. Mendez,” he called out, “you got a half hour. Make it good.”

  I smiled as I entered the office. The door locked behind me and Diego stood there looking at me. There was one lit candle on the desk and a sheet draped over a battered old leather sofa. “It was the best I could do,” he said.

  “How?”

  “That guard owed me a favor. I called it in.”

  I ran to him, threw myself into his arms. “Diego,” I whispered. “I’ve missed you so much.”

  “I’ve missed you.” He kissed me hard on the mouth.

  We undressed quickly and Diego laid me down on the sofa. He caressed and kissed every inch of me. I trembled in his arms, my fingertips alive with caressing his skin.

  He took out a tube of lube and slowly twirled his fingers up into my ass. “Where did you…?” I groaned; the sensation was sending me to another plane. I wanted to ask him where he’d gotten that but it really didn’t matter.

  He found my prostate and I cried out, lifting my hips as he stroked it and ran his tongue across the head of my cock at the same time. “Fuck me with your … yes, like that, um … God … I’m going to come.”

  “No,” he said, “wait.” He removed his fingers from my body, lifted my legs, and pressed the head of his cock up inside me. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

  “It’s okay now.” The fact that he was thinking about how I’d been forced, and how that must have hurt, touched me deeply. I knew he loved me. There was no question in my mind. “Do it, deeper,” I gasped. “Oh I love your cock, Diego. You could never hurt me.”

  He moaned as he went deeper and began to thrust. “Yan,” he grunted. “Yan.” He said my name over and over and it drove me crazy.

  I reared up and clung to him as he came inside me; my cum coated his belly as I convulsed with orgasm. We held each other silently for a while and then Diego kissed me. “Just remember,” he said, “whatever happens. I’ll always love you. You should have never been here in this place.”

  The guard unlocked the door a few minutes later and we struggled to get our clothes on. Diego thanked him, leaving before me.

  The guard waited a few minutes and then nodded at me. “Clean bill of health,” he said and I went back to cell block C.

  * * * *

  The narc showed up as promised and I set up the operation. It went down like a charm. We were all taken away at the same time, and I was put in isolation. Over the next weeks, I was bombarded with questions and finally I was told a trial would be set.

  It was lonely as hell being all alone but it gave me time to complete my studies. I passed my exams and Mrs. Crosby gave me information about college.

  I missed Diego and no one would tell me anything about him except that he was safe.

  The trial was scheduled for early autumn. It was a long time away. I would have to testify. Those Nazis were away from my Diego and he would be safe now until his release. That’s all I cared about.

  In early September the warden came to see me. He took me into the commons room. The sun came shining through the window and I sat back, feeling the rays on my face. “Any news on the trial and when I can get out of here?”

  “Yan,” he said, “your brother is here.”

  “To see me? He’s hasn’t visited for—”

  “No.” The warden cut me off. “He’s here as an inmate.”

  “What happened?”

  “He made a full confession for the crime that you were convicted of. You’re a free man.”

  My jaw went slack. “I don’t understand. Why would he do that?”

  “I don’t know. You can ask him yourself if you like. He’s asked to see you.”

  I nodded. I was numb. I wasn’t sure how to feel about my newfound freedom. “What about the trial? I’m still going to testify.”

  “Yes. I was hoping you would.”

  “Can I see Diego?”

  He smiled, nodded. “I’ll have Mendez and your brother brought to see you today. I don’t want you anywhere near cell block C. You’ll being released tomorrow with a full pardon.” He shook my hand. “Good luck. And don’t come back here.”

  “I won’t,” I said.

  Later that day, the guard brought me back to the commons room and there was Alvaro standing by the window. A guard stood at the door.

  I spoke his name and he turned. “Yandal. How are you?”

  “I’m okay.”

  He went to hug me and I hugged him back briefly. “What happened?”

  He shrugged. “I did the right thing. I became a man, took my responsibility.”

  “I … I don’t know what to say.”

  He smiled. “Just take care of Mama, okay? I haven’t always been a good son.”

  “Watch yourself in here, Alvaro. There are some guys who…”

  He smiled. “Diego is showing me the ropes.”

  “Diego?”

  “He promised to take me under his wing if I did the right thing.”

  “Diego talked you into this?”

  “I came up to see you and you weren’t around. He came in your place. He talked to me, told me some stuff about what being a real man was all about. I thought about it. He talks the talk … tough as nails but he’s been where I am now and he wants to save me from that. He loves you.”

  I swallowed.

  “I had some ideas about guys like that, always worried about you being … you know, that way, but Diego doesn’t fit what I had in mind, and he’s not embarrassed to tell me who he is. He told me he loves you, little brother. And I’m going to make it out of here, make a new life. Don’t forget me.”

  I hugged him again until the guard broke us up and I watched as they led him off. “Take care of Mama,” he called over his shoulder. “She misses you.”

  That evening, the warden brought Diego. He told the guard to leave us alone, and they both walked outside. The door closed and I went into Diego’s arms. He stroked my hair, kissed my forehead. We didn’t speak for a while. Then he released me. “Hear you’re getting out tomorrow.”

  I nodded. “Thank you.”

  He smiled. “Thank Alvaro.”

  “He admires you. That’s why he did it.”

  “I’m being released myself in three months. The gang squad wants me to go into training as soon as I get out. Six months. Never thought I’d be a cop.”

  “I’d love to be arrested by you.”

  “Never mind,” he said. “You better stay straight.”

  “I’ll never be straight, honey, not with men like you around.”

  He laughed. “You know what I meant.”

  I sobered. “So will we see each other again?”

  He nodded. “Of course. I promise. Meanwhile, I’m going to try and keep your brother alive in here.”

  “I appreciate that. Think there’s any hope for him?”

  “He stopped calling gay men faggots. That’s a start.”

  I laughed.

  The guard came in. “Time’s up,” he said.

  Diego reached out for my hand. He squeezed it. “Six months of boot camp may be worse than prison. I got your mom’s number. Will I be able to reach you there?”

  I nodded. “Even if I’m not living there, she’ll know where I am. I’ll come and visit you here before your release. I want to be with you.”

  He smiled. “I want to be with you.”

  That was it. He left. I was released, but I had a hard time finding a job and I had no way to get to the prison to visit. I spoke to both Diego and Alvaro by phone but that was all the contact we had. The months dragged on. I went to trial and testified and the Nazis got convicted and moved to a new prison. I was finally hired at a fast-food place and brought money home to my mother, whose health was failing. I went to night school to bring up my grades and started to apply to colleges. I doubted I’d get in. I needed a scholarship but my grades weren’t good enough.

  Diego call
ed me before he got released and was now somewhere being trained to work with street gangs. I feared I’d lost him. I wanted a decent job. I wanted a place of my own, and I wanted to go to college.

  Three months after Diego was released, my mother died. Alvaro was allowed to attend the funeral and my uncle helped pay for the burial. I couldn’t handle the rent alone so I gave up the apartment and I found an apartment to share with another guy.

  The summer came and went and there was no word from Diego but of course he had no way of reaching me unless he contacted Alvaro. Alvaro told me when he called me that he hadn’t heard anything from Diego in months.

  I figured he’d forgotten all about me. He probably had some hotshot job on the force now and a battery of lovers lined up to take their place in his bed.

  That night I was particularly low. I served the burgers and fries, filled the Coke cups and tried not to dwell on my latest rejection letter from one of the nearby colleges. My marks were good enough to make the list but I was on a wait list with a hundred people; we might be accepted if any of the top candidates refused. It was better than an outright rejection, but still offered little hope that I’d ever see a college diploma.

  My coworker Jessica Brown saw him first. She nudged me discreetly and said, “What a hunk.”

  When he walked up to the counter, I dropped the french fries all over the floor and Jessica sniggered, running to get the broom.

  “Hey,” the kid at the counter said, “I want my fries, man.”

  He stood there smiling at me, tall, beautiful, wearing faded jeans and a jean jacket. “Hey there, gorgeous,” he said.

  I wanted to crawl over the counter and jump on him. Jessica thankfully brought the customer more fries and then stood there staring at us. I’d told her about Diego, and she’d figured out who this man was in a hurry.

  “I’d like a cheeseburger,” he said, still smiling.

  I couldn’t speak.

  “Will you get the man a cheeseburger?” Jessica said, and chuckled.

  There was a line forming behind him. Diego started to laugh. “Yan?”

  “How did you…?”

  He opened his jean jacket, flashed a shield, and winked at me. “I’m the fuzz. We know everything. You like this job?”

  I shook my head.

  “You like me?”

  I nodded.

  “Well, then, let’s say we get out of here?”

  “Go on.” Jessica pushed me. “I’ll handle this. It’s slow tonight.”

  I didn’t bother walking around the counter. I crawled over it and wrapped my arms around Diego.

  There were some moans and groans in the line and some sighs.

  Diego grabbed my wrists. He turned around and flashed his badge. “This man is being arrested for unlawful abduction. Come on,” he said gruffly, dragging me through the restaurant.

  I was laughing my head off when we got outside. “What was that? What do you mean, unlawful abduction?”

  He held me close, kissed my mouth softly. “My heart. You’ve abducted my heart. And now you’re going to pay.”

  I held him tight, kissed him back. “I thought you’d never come.”

  “I’m sorry about your mother. And this new career has been more challenging than I thought. I always knew where you were. I wanted to come to you when I had everything settled, a nice place for us to live. I’m here now, baby. What are you doing working in that place?”

  “I can’t afford college and I can’t seem to get a scholarship.”

  He threw his arm around me and walked me over to a gorgeous bike. “Come on, take a ride with me and we’ll talk about it.”

  “I don’t want you paying for my school,” I said, then whistled at the bike.

  He handed me a helmet. “I’ll help you out and you can support me in my old age.” He grinned.

  I hugged him again. He kissed the top of my head. “I’ve missed you. I love you so much. I was so scared that you weren’t coming back,” I said.

  “You paid me to protect you, remember? I haven’t used up that five grand yet.”

  “It was only twenty-five hundred. You never did get the other half.”

  He placed a finger to his lips. “Shush,” he said, and got on the bike.

  I grinned and got on behind him. I wrapped my arms around his waist, laid my head on his broad back. “Don’t leave me, okay?”

  “I’m not going anywhere,” he assured me and we roared off into the night.

  The nightmare of cell block C was behind us now but with Diego a permanent fixture in my life, I can’t regret ever being sent there. It was my destiny because he was my destiny.

  The End

  About the Author:

  D.J. Manly is first and foremost a writer, but is also a college professor, a small business operator, and a sociologist who works as a consultant on research projects. D.J. is a proud Canadian who lives in French Canada, and is fluent in both English and French. Human rights are a great concern, and D.J. longs for a peaceful world free of sexism, racism, and homophobia.

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