A few days later...
"Murphy's Mortuary, you stab `em, we slab `em." Andy said, answering his cell phone.
"You're very funny." Kyle responded, sarcastically.
"What's up?" Andy asked.
I've decided to go see Jay. I talked with Dr. Curtis and he's off the critical list. I'm just not sure what to say." Kyle responded.
"Well, how about starting out with `I love you', and follow up with `I want to try to work things out'."
"That's the thing. I'm not sure I want to. I mean, I still love him, but that's just not enough. I don't trust him anymore, and that was a major part of our relationship."
"What if he was forced into it against his will? You know, raped at gun- or knife-point?"
"I hadn't considered that. But then again, I didn't see any gun or knife when I walked in on them, nor did I find one when I was moving his things out into the garage."
"Think about it, Kyle. Jay's a top. Why would he willingly bottom for a perfect stranger but not you?"
"Hmmm, you're right. I don't think he would, but that doesn't change the fact that he did, and he wasn't putting up a fight. You know how strong he is, that plus his Tae Kwon Do, he should have been able to overpower his attacker."
"I have to agree with you on that point, unless there's more to it than the obvious." Andy admitted, reluctantly.
"What more could there be?" Kyle asked, puzzled.
"I'm afraid only Jay can answer that question."
"You know, the more I think about it, the less I want to see him or ever talk to him again."
"I can understand that you feel that way, Kyle, but what if I'm right? If he didn't do it willingly, and you never gave him the chance to prove himself you'd regret it for the rest of your life. You owe it to the both of you to find out exactly what happened."
"And if I find out that he did do it willingly?"
"Then he's out of your life for good. But you need to find out for sure."
"You're right, as usual. I'll go and listen to what he has to say then I'll let you guys know. Would you guys like to come over for dinner later? I have a feeling I'll need some company."
"Sure. We'd love to."
"Is pizza okay?"
"It's fine with us. What time?"
"I have to stop by the art gallery and pick up a check. Another painting got sold today, and they want me to bring over about ten more. How about seven o'clock?"
"We'll see you around seven. Talk to you later, Bro."
"Thanks for listening and giving me the kick in the ass that I needed."
"Not a problem. Later."
Later that afternoon...
"Excuse me, Nurse. Could you please tell me what room Jayson Williams is in?" Kyle asked.
The Nurse consulted her chart for a moment. "I'm sorry, but Mr. Williams is on the restricted visitation list. May I have your name please?"
"Matthews...Matthews...ah yes, here you are. Kyle Matthews. May I see some identification please?"
Kyle took out his wallet and handed her his driver's license.
The Nurse examined the license carefully then looked sharply at Kyle before handing the license back to him. "Thank you Mr. Matthews. He's down the hall, next to the last room on the left." She reached over and clipped a special visitor's badge to his shirt collar.
"Thank you, Nurse." He walked down the hall, checking the names on the door. He stood outside the door to Jay's room for what seemed like an eternity before knocking on the closed door, showing his visitor's badge to the guard stationed there.
His heart sank as a very weak "Come in" answered his knock. He slowly opened the door and walked in, only to be stopped dead in his tracks at the sight of his lover, restrained, all bandaged and bruised with all kinds of wires and tubes coming out of various openings in Jay's hospital pajamas. Tears built up in his eyes and threatened to overflow. Jay looked up, saw Kyle standing there then looked away in shame.
"I brought you your favorite plant."
"Thanks." Jay replied quietly.
"How are you feeling? Are you up to talking?"
"Taking about what?"
"About what happened two weeks ago?" Kyle said, placing the plant on the window sill before sitting on the edge of the bed.
"What's there to talk about? You walked in on me getting fucked in the ass and threw me out without even giving me the chance to explain, end of story." Jay responded belligerently.
"Okay. But at least tell me one thing."
"Why? Why'd you do it? Wasn't I good enough for you anymore? Am I too old, fat or ugly? Why, Jayson?" The tears came.
It broke Jay's heart to see Kyle crying. What was worse was that, because of the restraints, he couldn't hold him, nor could he reach up to brush away the tears.
"God no, Kyle, you're the most wonderful, sexy, gorgeous man I ever laid eyes on. I love you so much it hurts."
The tears were quickly replaced by anger. "The why did you do it, Jayson Edward Williams? How long have you been getting fucked by that guy? Was it a few days, a couple of weeks, SEVERAL MONTHS? HOW LONG, JAYSON? AND HOW MANY OTHER GUYS WHERE THERE?" He shouted.
Jay shrank back from the blast of anger hurled in his direction. He started to cry. "It was only that one time, and I didn't have any choice. I was forced to do it. There were no other guys." He said, sincerely.
"Like hell you didn't have a choice! There was no gun to your head or knife at your throat. You didn't even put up a struggle. You were just laying there with his dick in your ass."
Jay then told Kyle all about being seen kissing him, the email message and the phone call.
"And you honestly expect me to believe that crock of bullshit, Mr. Hotshot FBI Agent?"
"It's the truth, Kyle." Jay pleaded. "I've never lied to you about anything. Shit, I can't even keep a secret as simple as a Christmas present from you."
"Yeah, whatever, obviously I'm wasting my time." He got up and headed towards the door. "All of your stuff is in the garage whenever you want to come and pick it up." He stormed out, leaving Jay in tears.
He stormed to the elevator and punched the button angrily. I've heard some wild stories in my day, but that one takes the cake. The thought ran through his mind. But yet in the five years we've been together, not once did he lie to me. Not even a white lie. But yet again, even if he was telling the truth about the email and the phone call, it's highly unlikely that an FBI field agent would submit to such coercion.
That evening over pizza he told Tommy and Andy what Jay had said. "I want to believe him. I really do, but it's so far-fetched."
"Is it really that far-fetched? Think about it, Kyle. Jay worships the ground you walk on, and he'd do anything, even die, to protect you. You know that." Andy said softly.
"Yeah, I know. I just wish I could believe him."
"He's never lied to you. He can't even keep a secret from you. Why do you think he always waits until Christmas Eve or the day of your birthday to pick out your presents?" Tommy said as he cleared the table in preparation to play Killer Bunnies.
"True, but what kind of FBI agent would submit to that kind of coercion?"
"It would be the closeted kind who is scared about the safety of his lover and would do anything to protect him. I wish there was something I could to do help."
"You're doing it, believe me.
After about an hour, Kyle said "I'm sorry guys. I just can't seem to concentrate on the game."
"That's okay, bro. We'll help you finish cleaning up then call it a night. Get some rest and try not to think about it too much. You'll drive yourself nuts."
A few minutes later, Kyle was alone. Not finding anything of interest to watch on TV, he gave up and went to bed.
To be continued...