by Lee Quail
A sharp pain shot across his back as Joe came up from behind and stabbed him in the other shoulder and when he fell, Joe dived for him but he rolled away and the blade missed him by inches. Joe got up and dived again but Shane lifted his legs to stop Joe from falling onto him with the death thrust.
Shane kicked him backwards and Joe flailed towards the balustrading. The wood cracked and split with a loud crunch and he screamed as he fell to the floor below. Shane peeked over the edge and buried his head in his hands when he saw Joe lying twisted below.
A few minutes later he managed to get to his phone and called his commanding officer at the police station, then passed out.
15
Gregory arrived a few minutes before two and found the house surrounded by police cars and an ambulance. The area had been cordoned off and only residents of the street could enter. No one was allowed to leave.
The officer standing behind the line stubbornly refused to allow Gregory through.
“Just tell me, is Shane okay?”
“He’s alive, mister. They’re taking him to the hospital now. You can see him there.”
“What happened?”
“Seems there was a fight. He’s been stabbed several times.”
“A fight? With who?”
“Looks like a lover’s quarrel. The ambulance is leaving now; you can follow if you need to.”
Gregory followed and at the hospital was told that Shane had been taken straight into theatre. He’d need to wait.
“May I ask your relationship with Mr. Devin, sir?”
“I’m his frie…his boyfriend.”
“Please take a seat sir.”
“How long?”
“Anything up to two hours, sir, depending on the severity of his wounds.”
Gregory retreated to a bench in the waiting room when Beryl and Raw rushed in. Within twenty minutes the doctor arrived and introduced himself.
Shane came around six hours later with Gregory holding his hand tightly. When he opened his eyes the trauma of the moment and the memory of what had happened, triggered the floodgates and tears trickled down the side of his face.
“Colonel?” He whispered in a questioning voice.
Gregory smiled. “I’m here.”
“Joe?”
Gregory didn’t say anything.
“Rest. I’ll tell you when you wake up.”
Shane stared at the ceiling with tears streaming from his eyes. Eventually he said, “I have to talk to you.”
Gregory kissed his cheek, careful not to apply weight onto his shoulders. “No talking. You need to rest.”
“Stay with me. I need you so bad.”
Gregory squeezed his hand. “I’m not going anywhere. I’m here. Right here.”
In the next instant Shane was asleep. Gregory leaned back in the chair and crossed his legs. As always, unable to take his eyes off the face of the most beautiful man on earth.
***
Raw and Beryl were pensive when they met Gregory at the hospital.
Much to Gregory’s surprise, he smiled when Edward came in from behind them.
“Ed,” Gregory cried out. He leaped from his chair with tears streaming down his cheeks and hugged Edward. “Oh my god it’s so good to see you.”
“I left this morning. I’m at the gym, dad.”
“We came immediately after you phoned, Greg. How is he?”
“He’s not good.”
“I’m so glad you were here with him,” Edward said, kissing Gregory on the forehead. “You don’t know how much it means to him. And us. Thank you.”
“Seeing him like this, it kills me.”
“I understand. They still haven’t found Joe?” Edward asked, searching for an answer.
“He’s disappeared. The police are in there with Shane right now taking his statement.”
“It’s hard to believe that he could do this,” Raw said, guiding Gregory to a chair in the waiting room.
“I was looking at Shane earlier, just before you arrived, and I realized there’s no place I can get to by myself anymore. I need to trust him with all my heart and soul because the less we trust the more we hurt. These last two weeks my soul has been both devastated and enriched.”
“Hell, Greg, that’s quite a number. We’re just grateful that you’re in Shane’s life. He deserves you. You deserve him because your souls are perfect for each other,” Beryl said.
“I know. I know. Don’t worry. My house is no longer cold. I’m here to stay. When he’s better my arms will be the only place he belongs.”
“Trust, Greg,” Raw said, glaring at him intently. “It all begins with trust. It’s not just a five-letter word. Trust is what makes us love. It’s what makes us get up in the morning and go to sleep at night. It’s what allows us to get through life and shield each other from danger. Find us when we’re lost. Shane’s had a tough time these last few years, and still he remains one of the most awesome people I know. Strong, focussed and loveable.”
A doctor came into the waiting room and announced that the police had left and they were able to visit.
The three of them stood behind the glass in the foyer and waved at Shane before entering. Shane smiled and waved back.
“I’ve brought you some visitors,” Gregory said, approaching the bed, kissing him gently on the lips.
“Good to see you guys. I’m sorry for all the trouble I’ve caused. So sorry.”
“Trouble is your middle name, remember,” Raw said, kissing him on his forehead.
Through his tears, Shane laughed. “I know. I know. How does the Colonel feel about trouble being my middle name?”
Gregory stared at him.
“You’re doing it again, Colonel. Staring,” Shane said, smiling.
“You know I like staring at you,” Gregory said.
Everyone laughed, but Gregory waved them into silence. “You want me to tell you what I was thinking?”
Shane nodded.
“I’m thinking about how much I love you.”
Gregory
I visited Shane every night for a week while Edward and Raw stayed at Shane’s house. The police were still investigating but they had lifted fingerprints and found the knife Joe had used on Shane. Both spent most of the time at Raw’s Boxing Academy, and only returned at the end of the day.
While the police searched for Joe who seemed to have dropped off the face of the earth, I returned to work and when Shane was released from the hospital, he recuperated at my house. There was no way I would allow him to go back to his own bloodstained abode where a near tragedy struck.
I took the day off when I fetched Shane from hospital. His wounds were still painful, but he was a brave man, could withstand a lot. If he was in pain, he didn’t show it.
Life in the air force is anything but dreary. In one day I could fly a general to Cape Town, and on my return stop over in Bloemfontein to pick up a government minister. Oversee maintenance on the flossy and ensure it was in tiptop condition for the next flight to Durban or Pietermaritzburg. Near or far, my career never had a boring moment.
Two weeks after Shane was released from hospital, Dirk approached me just before take-off.
“Have you decided to come out?” He asked, walking toward the Oryx languishing on the helipad.
“I’ve been thinking about nothing else these last few days. I’m just so scared that the big cheese will shut me out. You know, make my life miserable. Give me more work, more missions than I could ever hope to cope with.”
“I’m ready to come out. I want everyone to know and I don’t give a fuck what they think,” Dirk said, pulling a face.
“How’s it going with your friend?”
“We broke up. He’s not in my league. I prefer real men, not some flamboyant ditsyness who thinks everything revolves around him. Parties, discos and raves, and drugs. I couldn’t cope. Told him three days ago to f-off”
“Good for you. He wasn’t for you. A little too outspoken if you ask me.”
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“How’s Shane?”
“We’re good. Shane’s recuperating nicely.”
“Are you serious about him?”
I didn’t hesitate. “As sure as there’s day and night.”
“Don’t you think he’s too young for you?”
“He doesn’t care about age.”
“I can see why you love him.”
“Love him? It’s more than love.”
“I see his car at your house every day now. And you haven’t come to a group meeting for the last two weeks.”
“I’m looking after him while he recuperates.”
“Is he ill?”
“Wounded. Got stabbed in both shoulders and his hand. It’s a long story. Shane and Raw are staying at his house.”
“They’re here? In Johannesburg?”
“Yes. They’re thinking of moving back to Johannesburg.”
“That’s great news. Your life has changed since we found Edward. I’m glad.”
“In many ways, it has changed. Thank you. Don’t think I ever got to thank you,” Gregory said, punching him on the shoulder.
“You said it now. That’s good enough for me.”
Shane
Four months later
Gregory wouldn’t allow me to stay at my house. The only time we went to the house was on the day of my release from hospital to collect clothes and personal hygiene items. Edward and Raw stayed behind at my house. They didn’t mind. They’d have their privacy, and we’d have ours. The months passed without progress in the investigation and although I had returned to work, I wasn’t allowed to interfere with the case, being a victim and witness to the events to that near fatal attempt on my life.
Lying in Gregory’s arms, I said, “I’m just concerned about Joe. Where could he be? He must have hurt himself when he fell. How did he get out of the house? The way he lay, twisted like some half eaten pretzel, it looked like he was dead.”
“You think he’ll come back?”
“I hope not. I warned Edward and Raw some time ago to be extra vigilant. Keep the house locked and arm the fence before they go anywhere.”
“It’s the right thing to do.”
Gregory lay with his hands behind his head on the bed. As usual, just watching him lie on the bed, fully clothed, aroused me and I approached him.
“There’s one place I’ve never made love. Well, lots of places, but one place in particular excites me,” I said.
“And this is where?”
“In the cockpit of an Oryx helicopter.”
“It’s fucking awesome,” Gregory said, caressing my cock through my trousers.
“So you’ve done this in your helicopter? With who – Dirk?”
“Nope. I jerked off. Actually several times, usually at night, I’d make some excuse to inspect the chopper and jerk off inside. Leave my cum to stain the floor.”
“That sounds awesome and fucking sexy.” I leaned across his torso and grabbed his hard on. “You know what I want right now?”
“A pizza?”
“Yes, with you on it.”
“Come here,” Gregory grabbed me and threw me onto the bed beside him and in a moment he was on me, separating my legs and kissing me with an almost violent passion. “You asked for this,” he whispered breathlessly, gyrating his body against mine.
He pulled my trousers off. Ripped open my shirt and pinned my hands against the pillow behind my head.
He had become a tiger, without inhibition, and for the first time it seemed like lust, but it wasn’t. It was his way, no, our way of saying goodbye to frustrations and fear, and laying all our emotions before a god called Trust.
He came down on my hole and fucked me with his tongue until I cried out in absolute glorious pleasure. I so wanted him to fuck me. I craved his cock deep inside me.
“Fuck me, Colonel. Fuck me with that immense military cock. I need you so bad in there.”
Still rimming me, he shook his head and stared into my eyes.
“Fuck me, please.”
His strength alarmed me as he lifted my pelvis into the air. I passed him a tube of lube and he spread it around my hole, then gently applied a copious amount on his finger and inserted it slowly. It felt as if heaven’s door was opening. My heart thumped wildly I could hear it in my ears.
“Tell me if you feel pain, my love. I don’t want to hurt you. Fuck! I love you so much.”
“Do it, Lieutenant Colonel. Do it now. I can’t wait.”
He hoisted my legs over my head, applied lube to his cock, and slapped my buttocks with its tip.
“You want this?”
“Yes, so much.”
“You like this?”
“I love it. Do it, for fuck sake!”
Suddenly his momentum changed from aggressive passive to loving and gentle as if this was our time, our place, our dream.
He gently inserted the tip of his cock into my wet, pulsating hole and waited a moment before continuing. I felt as though I could live forever just doing this with my Colonel. Slowly he pulled out, then entered again, tensing up all his muscles as he came forward.
“Are you okay?”
I nodded and stared at him with absolute love in my eyes as he bent over my body and touched my tears with his lips.
“I’ve wanted this from the moment I met you. I love you. Thrust!”
Gregory thrust his entire cock inside me but not deep enough and although it hurt it was a pleasurable pain brought on by love and only love. He continued thrusting, slowly and gently, kissing me all over my face and arms, with my legs over his neck.
He changed position without slipping out, turning me on my side and fucking me from behind, twisting my head to face him, I reached out with a flicking tongue and he bit it gently. He bit my lips and tongue and chin and fucked me with such gentle care that I squirmed and squirmed for more, while pushing my hole deeper over his cock.
He straightened his powerful legs and changed his position from his side to lie on his back and he took me with him. I lay with my back against his stomach and took over the momentum. I fucked his cock even when I came up into a seated position with my back to him.
Suddenly he cried out. Cried out with such a passion I could feel his come jettison inside me and in that moment I realised no one could take away what he put inside me. He stayed inside me and took my cock in his hand from behind. In a few seconds, electrified by his fingers on my cock, I shot streams of cum onto the bed between his legs and immediately I fell backwards, finding comfort in his powerful arms.
“That was fucking amazing,” I said, smiling and laughing.
“Breathlessly he said, “I was just so scared I’d hurt you. I don’t want that to hurt you.”
“It was time. And I loved every second. Fuck it, did you see how far I shot? Right to the edge of the bed.”
Gregory awoke at five the following morning, made breakfast for us both and jumped into the shower. I didn’t want to spend the rest of my day getting all randy thinking of him. Besides, what could I do with didn’t want to jerk off without him. I didn’t need to do any of that by myself anymore. That’s the advantage of being an item, you don’t need to pleasure yourself. You pleasure each other. The best side to this was watching him dress. He’d laid out his uniform the night before and watching him felt like I was in a theatre watching an erotic play. His clothes fitted him perfectly, from the bulge in his grey underwear that stood out like a large hill, to the straight fit of his blue trousers and the roundest bubble-butt I had ever seen. The loose-fitting white shirt and blue tie that he knotted with easy perfection. To top it off like a cool desert, he slipped into his air force jacket and placed his dark glasses.
“Fuck, you look amazing.” I said, with a raging hard on. I couldn’t touch my own cock because of my shoulders all strapped up and I was desperate to jerk off in front of him.
“Why, thank you, detective. I’ve been doing this everyday for the past 30 years and still not tired of it.”
“
If I had your body I wouldn’t be tired of it either.”
“Flattery will get you everywhere and everything. Now, before you do anything stupid with your hands today, I’ve organised with Dirk to let his domestic helper come in. She’ll make you lunch and tea and start supper. When I get home, I’ll finish off the supper and then we’re going to eat, and afterwards eat each other for desert. How do you feel about that.”
“I could eat you right now. But my arms, man, they’re useless.”
“That’s a plus for me, because I’m going to enjoy taking advantage of you tonight. Okay, so let me get out of here before I have to clean up a volcanic fucking dick explosion. Cheers my man, have an awesome day. And think about me lots. I know I’ll be thinking of you.”
He kissed me gently and swiped his tongue down my chin then left. From the bedroom window I watched as he reversed out and turned into the road.
Gregory
Six Months Later
My feelings for Shane had reached saturation point. I knew what needed to be done. The love I felt for him after six months had grown in leaps and bounds as the months went by. I wanted to surprise him with my declaration of this intense love in a way that had never been done before. I just didn’t know how. Suddenly it clicked and excitement welled up inside me. I wanted it to be a surprise so I prepared well for it, and when he got home from work I told him first thing as he walked through the door.
“I have a surprise for you,” I said in the most romantic voice I could find. A mixture of Merry Christmas and Happy Valentine. “But we need to get into the car and go for a drive.”
“You know I love surprises, I mean good ones. Where are we going?” he asked in the car.
“You’ll see. It’s a very special place. One that you’ll love.”