Date: Wed, 5 Jan 2022 02:29:33 +0000 From: Mike Yonge Subject: Of Gord and John 8 Gay/Beginnings DISCLAIMER: This is a story out the fantasy that is my mind. It is a story that deals with homosexual material. If you live in a jurisdiction that by some law or reason prohibits you from reading this material then please do not read any further. If homosexual material like this offends you then you should stop reading as well...Though frankly if homosexual material offends you I can't understand why you would be here in the first place. The copyright of this material is mine, subject to the agreement under this website. I trust that you will enjoy reading the stories as much as I have enjoyed writing them. If you have any comments to pass on, I would very much like to have them. You can write me at: myonge1@hotmail.com One other thing: The good folks at Nifty.org work hard to bring you these stories. Without a site like Nifty none of our stories would ever reach you. So if you have enjoyed reading at this site, please if you can send in a donation to https://donate.nifty.org/donate.html to help out. Thank you. Mike Of Gord and John Chapter 8 George stormed out of the Sheriff's office in a blaze of rage. That fuckin' fag had ruined him. He couldn't believe that the Commissioner was taking the queer's side in this. He was only doing his job, and now he had lost his job. What was going on there? Not only that but he had been publicly humiliated by that fag. Shamed in front of his men and Sally. Well, they weren't going to get away with it! He had told the officers not to say a word and it seemed like Mike couldn't get the words out fast enough to shaft him. "Bastard" he muttered as he drove home. Someone was going to pay. He had a month off with pay, well he'd have plenty of time to get John himself. As for Mike, as for all of them, in a month he was going to get his job back and they were going to regret ever coming to work here. For the next couple days George kept to himself, as he figured the whole town knew about his humiliation at the hands of the faggot. As far as George could see he had become the community laughing stock. This just served to further his desire for revenge. He spent a lot of his time watching John and his movements. And trying not to get caught. One evening he was in the caf‚ talking to Winnie the waitress, over a cup of coffee, it was about 9:30 when they saw Mike drive by. George went to the window and saw the car turn south on the Highway. "Where the hell is he goin', at this time of night?" said George as much to himself as to Winnie. "I don't know George but that's the second time this week at about the same time." George looked at Winnie with a puzzled look on his face. He paid for the coffee and left. Winnie noticed him taking off in the same direction as the Officer MacKinnon had just gone. She went to the window and sure enough George turned right on Highway 5. A couple night's earlier Mike had come to call on John. Just wanted to see how you're doing John" he had started when John opened the door. A moment later the kitchen door had been slammed behind him and he was in the man's arms with John's tongue in the warm reaches of his mouth. He felt John's hands sliding down his sides and to his crotch and that was enough for him. It wasn't long after that that they were in bed satisfying each other's thirst and desire. Now two nights later when Mike was certain that most people would be at home and not bothering about anyone driving around, he headed out to John's place again. He didn't think twice about the headlights he saw every now and then behind him in the distance. He was well ahead of whoever it was. As he pulled into John's driveway he turned off his headlights. John opened the door and met him out on the porch. Taking his hand, he led the young man in. They kissed deeply. John turned off all the lights in the house and they went into the bedroom. Mike slowly started to undress John, kissing his face as he undid the buttons of his shirt. As the shirt opened up his kissing trailed down John's neck to his chest and nipples. John threw his head back allowing Mike to have him, to take his body. He quivered in the dark as Mike's lips and hands worked on his body. John's shirt slid off his shoulders and off his arms and fell to the floor. Mike went to his knees and unclasped the belt to the jeans that John was wearing. He felt as the officer slowly worked the zipper down, feeling the pants loosen and sag off his waist. Mike helped him step out of his pants. He stood there in his briefs his rod aching and straining to be released. Mike traced the contour of his swollen member through the fabric with his lips and tongue. At the tip of John's cock he sucked the precum that was oozing out and drenching the fabric. John by now was holding Mike's head in place , begging him to take him. With his hand Mike now took John's cock encased on the fabric of his briefs and pulled it out a bit and worked his mouth over the head and began to suck. John's knees buckled beneath him. The sensation was so intense he thought he was going to explode "OHHHNNN FUCK MAN!!! He yelled "YER KILLIN ME !!!" Mike kept sucking and moments later he was sucking cum through the fabric of John's underwear. John groaning and shouting out his extreme pleasure. A few moments later when John relaxed some he said "Fuck man that was so hot, the thought of you sucking my cum through my shorts just drove right through me!!" he was still panting for his breath. Mike still on his knees smiled up at him. "It was hot John, I couldn't stop myself, I wanted you so bad and then the feel of your underwear on my tongue and the heat of your rod through it I almost came myself." Mike got up and undressed and they both got into bed. John now took the lead and had Mike lay back as he explored his body. He moved down to the Mike's feet and began to suck on his toes. Mike felt the most exquisite sensation running up his leg as John took first one than another to into his mouth and sucked gently on it. When he was finished with the toes on one foot he moved to the other. He then licked the soles of Mike's feet. Mike couldn't believe the good wonderful something as simple as the softness of John's tongue on his feet could feel. John started to work his way up Mike's left leg washing along the inside with his tongue. At the same time with one hand he massaged and caressed his way up. Until he was idly gently playing with Mike's magnificent rod and his ball sac. Mike was groaning with pleasure. John worked his way up to the knee of the left leg sucking on it and then went down to the sole of the right foot and repeated the process, again up to the knee. Again he continued to lazily play with Mike's rock hard cock and the softness of his ball sac. Mike was by now oozing precum profusely. John took advantage of that and covered the head of the cock with the slick liquid. His fingers slid freely over the head causing Mike to jump with the touch. His cock was incredibly sensitive. John was by now up to the right knee. He turned himself spreading Mike's legs apart so that he was kneeling between the man's legs facing him. He looked up at Mike and smiled "I love you so man, I want you to be happy" he whispered. "You make me very happy John" Mike whispered back. John leaned down and began the upward trek with his tongue up Mike's inner thighs. When he got to the scrotum he very gently first nuzzled it with his nose, drinking in the delicious aroma of the man's scent, then he licked it all over. He had Mike bend his knees and lift his legs up and out slightly as he dug into the intermediate zone between the sac and the sphincter. He nibbled at it while Mike writhed and moaned in ecstasy. Then he sat up and looking down at Mike he said softly "I want to drink you down now" Mike could only nod, in his sexual exhaustion. John began at the base of Mike's throbbing cock and licked it's length, he stopped only long enough to lick up the precum that had pooled on Mike's belly. Mike let out a shout and sucked in his breath when John without warning suddenly in one movement sucked the whole cock into his mouth. He slowly drew his mouth back allowing his teeth to barely drag up the length of the rod, until they reached the swelling of the hood of the head. Then he slide back down again. Then John couldn't wait any longer and he began to move up and down rapidly moaning through the filling of his mouth with swollen cock. Mike was begging him on. "Ohhnn Fuck John do it man. Do it. I can't stand it anymore ooohhhnnnnnn" "Ohhnnn FUCK,,, OHNNNNNN FUCK I'm coming man !!!!" John felt Mikes cock swelling more and then begin to throb. He continued to bob up and down on it, and as Mike exploded his flood of hot cum John pulled back and let it wash over his tongue in massive gelled strings. Mike was sobbing in his pleasure as John ate down his love. John continued to suck until he was content that there was no more to be had. Then he crawled up the stretch out beside his lover. They kissed long and hard sharing the taste of their mutually shared cum. John nestled into Mikes shoulder and they fell in to a deep contented sleep. It was about 3 weeks after the blow-up with the Commissioner, one evening about 9:30ish George was sitting in the caf‚ complaining bitterly to Winnie. She was the only woman that had ever turned to look at him and now that he was without a job he spent a lot of time at the caf‚. She for whatever reason was quite happy to listen to him. As he was sitting there again this evening she looked up and said as though to herself. "Hmm there he goes again." George followed her gaze. "Who?" "That officer, Mike. Remember we saw him the other night? I've seen him heading that way about this time of night several times in the last couple weeks. Now he lives over toward Brown Ave don't he? Well what is he doin' going out that way?" she asked. "Didn't you follow him the other night George?" she asked "Yah I followed him a ways but I lost him" replied George getting up and hurrying to the window. He just saw the car disappeared from sight. It was definitely Mike's car and not the squad car. There was nothing out that way. All the stores were closed and Mike didn't have any friends out that way. There was the business section and the highway leading out of town. A thought came into George's mind. "Nah. Nah he ... " He shook his head. All the same he sure would like to know where Mike was going. Well, he was gone now but the not the curiosity. He made a mental note to follow up. Later that night on his way home he drove down Brown Avenue, past the house Mike roomed in. Mike's car was not there. "Where the hell did he go?" George muttered to himself. "What is he up to?" A couple nights later George was sitting in the caf again, when he saw Mike drive by. This time he got right up and went outside. He watched as Mike turned right to follow the highway South out of town. George got in his car and decided to follow. He allowed for a safe distance. For a lot of the time Mike was out of site behind hills and valleys, but he was pretty sure that it was still Mike that he was following when he saw the familiar car turn about a mile ahead. There were only two possibilities. There was a concession and John Grifter's farm. George's bet was on the farm. As he came over the brow of the hill his eyes strayed along the concession road that Mike should be on. There was no flash of taillights along the road or the telltale sign of headlights in the trees. As he drove past Grifter's farm however, other than the normal light on in the house. Kitchen and living room there was nothing to indicate that John had any visitors. Mike's car could not be seen in the yard. "So where the hell had he gone?" Mike had seen a car coming down the road behind him and when he turned up John's drive, he immediately turned off his lights and pulled in on the far side of the garage, out of sight of the road. He knew that John would be looking for him but he didn't go right into the house. He got out of the car and moved to the corner of the garage and looked down the drive to the road. He saw the car that had been behind him drive by, it seemed to be moving too slow for a normal vehicle that might be driving by. The speed limit along there was 60 MPH, this car was moving considerably slower. In the dark he couldn't make out the make or model or colour of the car, but an underlying cold sweat suspicion told him that it might be George. "Damn it" he thought to himself. "I should have just continued on to the next concession and done the loop back" He could feel the dread of discovery creeping through his being. The strange vehicle sped up and disappeared up the hill and away. Mike hurried to the house and into John's arms. They went into the kitchen and sat down and talked for some time about the dangers of George catching them together. Mike was clearly shaken by the experience. John got up and went over to the young man. "Mike, lets just take it one day at a time. We'll do everything we can to avoid getting caught. We'll just have to lay low or a while, if it was George, he'll be watching you. So, to the office and home again, nothing out of the ordinary for the next couple weeks at least maybe longer, he'll get tired of staking you out. But tonight, you are here we'll put the car in the Barn, draw the drapes and make sure that no-one can see who is here, and we will love each other." The two men held each other for a long time after that. Mike was shaking with fear and John though trying to show courage was himself trembling. After some time, he got up and went to the windows and drew the drapes and blinds all around the house. Mike went out, carefully looking around to see if anyone was near and moved his car into the barn and out of sight altogether George drove on till the second concession beyond the Grifter farm and turned around. It had to be Mike he had followed out here, and the only place he could have gone was either to John's or up one of the concessions. He was pretty sure that it wasn't the latter. He came up to the knoll above the Grifter farm and doused his lights. He pulled into the turn out that had been used to monitor John's movements for the last couple months with no success. It was this location that had gotten him in trouble in the first place. He looked down at the house below. There was no movement. The drapes were obviously drawn though he could see some light seeping out along the edges. Nothing out of the unusual. "Shit" he muttered to himself. "Where the fuck did he go?" Moments later he noticed that the lights in the house went out. Mike had put his car into the garage and had just gotten back to the house when George pulled up into the lookout. As Mike got up to the porch, he noticed the headlights pulling up onto the knoll. He ducked behind the corner of the house. His heart was pounding. He peered around the corner of the house and saw the headlights being doused. He went inside "Fuck" he swore when he saw John. "It's George, I know it. He saw me... he musta seen me coming out here. Shit!!" John moved over to him and hugged him. "Well we'll just have to fuck him up won't we. You wait here, I'm going to go into town. He'll no doubt follow me, when he is gone you drive down the back field past the barn and go out by the concession. He kissed the young man. They turned the lights out and opened one of the curtains in the kitchen just enough to see up the hill. There was just enough light from the moon to see the glint of the car sitting there. George sat there for about a half hour fuming. What could he do. Obviously he couldn't go visit John and see what he was up to. A couple minutes after he parked he saw the sliver of light from behind the drapes going out. Either John had seen him and was making sure that he couldn't see anything or he was just going to bed. He sat for several more minutes hoping that if Mike was there he would try to make a break for it. A couple minutes later he saw some movement and then the lights of a vehicle turning around in the yard and heading down the drive. The car stopped at the highway and then turned toward town. George hesitated. What should he do.? He waited until the lights disappeared behind the trees and started up his car. He still waited. What if it was a set up, but then what if it was Mike trying to get away? He pulled out of his parking spot and sped off down the highway. John took off down the highway keeping his eye the rear-view mirror. It seemed like an eternity before he caught a glint of headlights through the trees coming down the highway. He sped up to the speed limit and drove into town. It didn't take George long to catch up to John. "You fuckin bastard" he muttered to himself "One way or another I'm goin' to get you" He followed the man for several miles and then passed him. He would wait for him in town and see where he was going to go. John saw George come up close behind him and sit there for several miles. He felt cold sweat trickle down from his armpits. He gripped his steering wheel tightly as he saw George pull out to pass. George just passed him and sped off. John however had to pull over to calm himself before he could go any further. It was definitely George! He got back up on the highway and drove to Sean's house. What was he going to do? Why couldn't he, they, he and Mike just be left alone. He knew it couldn't be, there was no place that was safe. Tears started in his eyes as he drove through the darkened streets of town. He parked in his brother's driveway and just sat there sobbing out his misery. Mike watched as George took off down the highway. He waited several minutes and snuck out to the barn. He pulled his car out and drove down the lane beside the barn as John had instructed him. It was an uneven ride but shortly he came to the concession road. He headed up the road away from the highway and then at the next cross roads headed toward town and eventually back to the highway on the North side of town. It was a good half hour later that he arrived back at his apartment. He went inside and immediately went to his bedroom. He sat there in the dark for a long time not moving. He tried to think about what was happening to him. But nothing coherent was coming to his mind. That he was in love with John was not to be debated. But in this country at this time there as no hope for them. To be in love with another man at this time at best was a life of hiding and sneaking around. It was life of constant fear of being caught, at least out here away from the major centres like New York or San Francisco. What were they going to do? He lay down on top of his bed and fell into a fitful sleep. He woke in the morning as he had lay down, on top of the covers still fully dressed. George waited for John to arrive in town. He was well hidden. He watched John pass by and saw him head toward his brother's place. He waited for several minutes hoping that he would see Mike's car come by too confirming his suspicions. However, after about a half hour he gave up the wait. He drove around the town for a bit, he saw John's car in Sean's driveway. Several minutes later when he was in that part of town he saw that Mike's car was in it's usual parking spot. There were no lights on in the apartment. His brow furrowed at that. Had he been mistaken? He was sure he had seen Mike heading out of town. He puzzled on that as he drove home. One of Sean's kids happened to look out of the window and saw the car in the driveway. "Dad I think Uncle John is in the driveway, looks like his car anyway" Sean came to the window. "Hmm it looks like Uncle John alright, I wonder why he isn't coming in?" Sean went to the front door and went out to the car. He got in the passenger side of the car. "Hi John? What's up?" John burst into tears. "I can't take it anymore Sean! George is following me again, or maybe still. He was out at the farm up on the hill again tonight. Then he followed me into town, why can't he leave us.. me alone?" Sean looked at his brother. the "us" didn't pass him by, but he decided not to question it right now. He put a hand on his brother's shoulder and drew him into an awkward hug. Awkward because of the way they were sitting in the car. "Come on in John" he said soothingly. "You stay here tonight and we will get to the bottom of this in the morning." They got out of the car and Sean with his arm over his brother's shoulder led him into the house. Inside Sean's wife, Nancy, got them a cup of coffee, while Sean called Arnie. Then he sat down with John. "Arnie said there isn't much he can do tonight but he will be here first thing in the morning" John nodded acknowledgement. "I just wish he would leave me alone" said John, the sadness and frustration was gone now and anger was beginning to sound in his voice. "I know John, I know" said Sean "John?" Sean started and then paused "Is there something I should know?" John looked up at his brother, he felt his face flush a bit but he didn't say anything. Sean continued, he loved his brother but he wanted to know what if anything John had meant by "us". "Out in the car you asked 'why can't he leave us alone?' What did you mean by that?" John stared at Sean, tears once again set in his eyes. He could never lie to his brother, Sean always seemed to know. However he couldn't betray Mike either. What a mess he was in. He bowed his head. "I can't tell you right now Sean, someday I will but I can't tell you right now, you will have to trust me." Sean nodded, he could see the turmoil in his brother's face and he decided to let it ride. "Ok, but do you think that's why George was out there tonight?" John nodded. "I think so, or he had a suspicion" "John is it another man?" "Sean it is a man but no more will I tell you now, I couldn't and won't betray his trust" "Ok John" With that they both decided it was time for bed. Arnie however had not been idle since the phone call. He called Joe the interim sheriff and related what Sean had told him. He suggested that Joe visit George to remind him that if he ever wanted his job back he had better leave John alone. The Commissioner, Arnie was sure would not be to happy to receive another complaint about George just a week before he was to be re-instated. Joe sighed "Stupid shit why can't he just leave things alone." He went out into the night and paid a visit to George. When George opened the door he saw Interim-Chief Joe standing there. At first he wasn't sure and then it dawned on him that maybe just maybe John had reported him. "George were you out at John Grifter's tonight?" "NO! why would I go out there?" "You weren't up on the lookout spot George? You didn't tail him when he came into town?" "That pervert? Why should I be tailing him?" "George; he saw you and identified you, he identified your car" Joe could see George building to a rage. He considered backing away. But no, this bastard had been bullying him and the other officers for years. Joe was actually starting to enjoy being on the other side of the encounter. "You know George you are not helping yourself. You still have a conduct hearing hanging over you and next week your s'posed to be back to the Commissioner to see if you can come back to work, and here you are doing exactly what you were told you not to do! Arnie called me and I know it wouldn't bother him at all to call the Commissioner. Joe could see even in the half light that George was beet red. His eyes were bulging out, he was hopping mad. "That fuckin' pervert! He is just out to get me! He is the one that is harassing me! I oughta get me a lawyer!" he yelled. "Now get the fuck offa my property or you'll be on midnight duty from next week till you retire!!" With that he slammed the door. Joe stood there for a moment smiled and shook his head. "stupid shit" he thought. John woke up quite early the next morning. He hadn't slept well, being wakened several times by nightmares. In one of them he and Mike were in bed. Mike was making love to him. He was so enjoying the touch and feel of the young man's body. Just as Mike was cumming a shadow appeared behind him. John could make out George's form. Then he heard an explosion and Mike with blood spurting out of his mouth collapsed on him. John screamed and woke up with a shock, sitting bolt up, drenched in sweat. It took him several minutes before he could even close his eyes again. As he lay there his mind went back to the previous evening and his conversation with Sean. His brother always seemed to know everything. But this was the first time that John had ever admitted that he had been with another man. Surely Sean must have suspected other times but the subject had never come up. John knew that at some point he would have to tell him about Mike. But he also had to have Mike's permission. He couldn't betray the young man. He couldn't give up this young man that had loved him so deeply, so profoundly. He smiled as he thought about he and Mike together. He quivered at the thought of the young man's rod pulsing out his love deep inside his bowels. He closed his eyes and revelled in the images of the man on top of him. Tears of love coursed down his cheeks. He must do everything he could to protect Mike. Somehow he had to get to him, he had to talk to him. In another part of town another man lay on his bed wondering where John was. He had called John's house but there was no answer. Perhaps he had gone to his brother's place. He had to talk to him. A plan was beginning to form in his mind. They couldn't go on like this. He loved the older man and there was nothing that he would not do for him. But they obviously were no longer safe in this community. He didn't know if George knew whose car he was following the previous night but if he even thought it was his, Mike knew he would be finished here. They... yes, they had to get out of here. John was no longer safe here. George would not leave him alone. Even a threat from the Commissioner clearly had no affect on him. Mike shuddered to think that he might someday be called to see to John's murdered body. Tears started and he sobbed at the thought. Mike slowly got up, and showered and made ready for work. He was late and decided to pick up an order of toast at Winnie's. He called ahead and left for the office stopping at the caf‚ for his toast. "Hi officer Mike" Said Winnie as he entered the small caf‚. "Did George catch you last night?" she asked. Mike froze. "uh catch me?" "Yeah we saw ya drivin' by last night and he went after ya" Mike recaptured his composure and shrugged "No I didn't see him last night, you sure it was me?" "Purt sure, it looked like your car, 'bout 9:30 " Mike pursed his lips and shook his head, "I didn't see him" he picked up his toast off the counter and paid the woman and left. He may have looked calm but he was shaking like a leaf. So that was how George knew to follow him. "Idiot!!!" he said to himself. He should have known better than to drive past Winnie's, she saw everything and reported everything. George was often seen there as well. How could he have been so stupid?! He hurried to the station. When he got there Joe sent him out on patrol for a couple hours and then told him to swing past the Grifter's shop to talk to John. Something about George harassing him. Mike nodded and left. This at least had played into his hand. He would get to talk to John. As he left the station he grabbed the latest publication of the police magazine that they got at the station. He drove around town for a about a half hour. He saw John's car parked over at Sean's. That answered that question. He then left town to patrol the highway, and some of the concession roads. He managed a couple traffic tickets and then just before his two hours were up he headed back to town again. He stopped in at Winnie's again for coffee, as he usually did, reading the magazine as he enjoyed the coffee. Winnie may be a gossip and the village busybody but she sure could put on a pot of coffee. None of that instant stuff. She perked her own. He sat in his usual corner booth, reading his magazine. With his pen he circled a couple items that interested him. After a few minutes he paid for his coffee and turned to leave back to the station. As he paid, he heard the caf door open. He turned to see George standing there. George was not a happy looking man at the best of times, but today he was looking more than the usual unhappy. George looked at Mike and squinted his eyes a bit as if trying to see something that was not clear. He furrowed his brow. Mike made to pass him for the door with his usual greeting for George "Hi sir" "I saw you last night, an' it had better not be what I think it is." George snarled at him. Mike just looked at him and shook his head with curiosity and walked past the man. "He says he didn't see ya last night George " piped in Winnie as she poured him a cup of coffee. "Yeah well I saw him and I'm gonna get to the bottom of this. He looked after Mike as he retreated and got into the patrol car and drove away. Somethin' is goin' on and I'm gonna find out what it is" He sat down at the counter and grabbed his coffee. Mike was shaking as he got into the patrol car. He forced himself not to look up, knowing that George was watching him. He slowly drove back to the station trying to calm himself. It helped that in a few minutes he would be talking to his love. It would be about business but they would be together at least. When he got back to the station Joe told him that he had an appointment with John at the hardware store for 1:00. He was given a report that Joe had prepared on the issue for him to review before he went to the meeting. He had a good two hours before he had to go over. He went to his desk and went over the report. It was pretty much a standard report. George all but admitted that he had been out there. Which meant that along with what Winnie and George had said to him, George knew he had been at John's last night. George wouldn't be able to prove it but that never mattered to George. The only thing that Mike wondered was if George made the connection to him being gay. Or did he think that he was plotting with John against George. Having reviewed the report and made some notes for himself, Mike turned again to the Magazine. He made a three or four phone calls and then pulled out some papers from his files. He talked briefly with Joe behind closed doors. Just after 12:00 he had three thick envelopes sealed and ready to be mailed. He got up and gave them to Sally and told her that he would be going to a meeting with Mr. Grifter. He drove the short distance to the Hardware store. As he entered the store he was met by Sean. "G'day Officer, John is in the office." He touched Mike's arm to stay him from going. "Officer I don't know what is going on but your office is just this far from being sued for harassment. I talked to the Joe this morning and our Lawyer talked to him last night, but let me tell you it is time to leave my brother alone" Mike could see that Sean was agitated. He could see the concern for his brother written all over his face. "Mr. Grifter, believe me when I tell you this, we did not know George was at this, if we did we would have put a stop to it right away. I will do whatever I can to help John." Sean looked Mike in the eyes, "why did he use "I" there?" he thought. He stepped aside and let Mike pass. "I hope you do officer; my brother has never hurt anyone and he sure as Hell doesn't deserve the treatment he is getting from the people that should be protecting him" "You got that right man. I want nothing more than to take your brother into my arms and protect him just as you have been doing all his life" thought Mike as he headed for the office In the office he met Arnie and John. He shook hands with both men and they all sat down. Mike took the statement from John. Arnie told him what he had done and what they were going to do if there was anymore trouble. Mike assured them again that he would do everything he could to ensure John's safety. What Arnie noticed was that Officer Mike didn't spend a lot of time looking at him. He noticed that both John and Officer Mike made a great deal of eye contact. He couldn't put his finger on it but he knew that there was a message there somewhere. They talked for some time. The Officer seemed not to want to leave. He certainly showed more than the usual concern and told John that if he ever had reason to be concerned to feel free to call him. He gave John and Arnie both his number to call. With that he left. Arnie and John sat quietly for a couple moments before they were joined by Sean. "He seems like a nice guy" Said Arnie at last. "He seems at least to be taking a real interest in you." John nodded "Yeah he does that. "Do you think that anything will come of this?" Asked John. "I'm really starting to get a little scared. I don't know what George is likely to do." "Well you can stay with us." Said Sean "Thanks Sean I know that" John reached over and touched Sean's arm. "But I can't be living in someone else's house for the rest of my life. I can't leave the house unattended for very long either." They all nodded sadly. "George is back on as Chief next week. There is no telling what he is going to do. I know he is some riled right now." Said Arnie. "However, he has to know that you are not going to stand for anymore harassment. I'm thinking that I'm going to make a phone call to the commissioner today and just let him know that George is still out and about and that we will not be wanting any trouble, when he gets back to his job" "Ok" said John softly "Just don't say anything that will cause him to get George mad." Sean and John got up to go back into the store, as several customers had appeared. Arnie stayed and made a call to the Commissioner to express they're concern over George. Because there was an official complaint to the police, he made mention that a report would be crossing his desk, but he also said that John didn't want a big fuss made over it, that he was somewhat fearful of George's reaction. John went home that evening after having supper with his brother and family. It was good to be with his brother and his family. It was the only place that he felt totally accepted and safe. They had always treated John with complete acceptance and respect. Sean's kids loved to have their Uncle spend an evening with them. He loved spending time with them. When they were younger it was not unusual for them to all curl up on his lap while he read them or told them stories. Around 9:00 he left and headed home. He was just getting ready to go to bed shortly before 10:00PM when he saw a car coming up the driveway. His heart was pounding as he ran to lock the doors. Through the kitchen window he could see that it was a patrol car pulling up. He didn't move. It wouldn't be George, so it had to be either Joe or Mike. His heart skipped a beat as he watched Mike get out of the car. He ran to the door. He fell into Mike's arms as the officer stepped into the house. Mike pushed the door close with a foot as they embraced kissing deep. Both men found they had tears rolling down their cheeks. "I saw the lights still on so I came in. John we have to talk, I have to tell you something, I want to run something by you" Said Mike as he pulled himself away from John. John looked at him as they moved to the kitchen table to sit down. "I wanted to talk to you about this first John, I wanted to say something this morning, I really did but it happened so fast. And with George almost catching me last night. I know he saw me, he probably can't prove it but I know he knows. Winnie told me that he followed me out of town last night. Then George came into the caf‚ and told me that he saw me too." John turned pale as Mike told him this. "What did you do Mike?" "I told him I didn't see him and pretended that I didn't know what he was talking about" "John, George is on to us, even if he isn't sure he is onto us" Mike was in tears and shaking. John too was crying. He came over to the young officer, the young man that he had come to love so dearly. They held each other closely. "What are we going to do?" asked John of the air, the sky, of no one in particular "John, this morning I found some job opening for cops in San Francisco, Miami and in New York. There are three, I'm qualified for all three, and I know I should have asked you or talked to you first but I applied to them all." John pulled back and stared at him as if he had been slapped, "You. you're leaving me? Here?" He felt the tears rush out of his eyes, as he started to sob. He got up and ran to the bedroom, falling on the bed sobbing as one who had lost everything. Mike got up and ran after him. "John, John no my love, listen to me, if we stay here we will get caught and who knows what will happen to us, if we go to New York or San Francisco or Miami, we would be able to live together. I'm not leaving you John, I'm asking you to consider coming with me if I even get an offer. I love you so much I never want to lose you, I want to be with you forever. But here we have no future at all. Will you at least consider it?" He lay down beside John and put his arm around him and drew the heartbroken man to himself. I love you so much John, I'm not going to desert you, if you can't or don't want to leave, I will not accept any offers should they come my way. It is you I want; I just want you in a place that is safer than this." They lay there for several minutes, as John grew calmer. "I thought you were going to leave me" Mike kissed John's forehead, "My love I'm not going to leave you I just want to provide us with some options to consider." John held him close, responding to his tenderness. Mike felt the older man slowly relax as they lay there. He continued to kiss him gently over his face. They lay talking for several minutes about the possibilities of their lives, their life. after a few minutes Mike got up. I have to get back, I told Joe I would come and check up on you. Think about this John, I may not even hear back from these jobs but if I do... well can we at least consider it?" John followed him out to the kitchen where they once again embraced and kissed. Then Mike left as quickly as he came. They both knew that any visits would have to be carefully orchestrated from now on because George would be on patrol. But they parted with the promise that George or no they would not be kept apart. The next week first thing Monday morning George was back in his chair, well before anyone was in. Joe walked in and was immediately confronted by a very defiant Chief. "Did yah have a good time Joe? Well, the good times are over you can spend the week on foot patrol. I don't want to see you back until the end of shift, so get out of here." Mike walked in as Joe was leaving. Joe gave him a look that made him want to turn around and go home. George looked up as Mike walked in. "Bin out to visit your fag friend?" "I beg your pardon" said Mike evenly, fight to keep his composure "You know what I mean fag boy, if you think I'm gonna have a quair workin' in this office you got another think comin'." George snarled at him. Mike just stood there and stared at the big man. "Yah ain't got nuthin' to say?" George raised his voice "No sir, I'm not sure what you are talking about" "Well I know you bin out there visitin' the old fag. Cain't prove it yet but I will and when I do you'll be spendin' a few years in the slammer with your ol' fag buddy, nice an' cosy" "What would you like me to do today sir" deflecting George's threats and trying to change the subject. "You can stay right here where I can keep an eye on you. I'm sure there are reports to write up and if not I'll find some for you to redo." While this exchange was going on between George and Mike, Pete and Sally came in together. They both stood there at the door in silence while George snarled on at Mike. Neither said anything. When George stopped he noticed them standing there and barked at them to get busy. Pete was to take a patrol car and spend the day driving. Sally just made the morning coffee for George and went to her desk. "This will not be a good day." She thought "And what is this George was saying about Officer Mike?" she mused. Then she smiled "He is just on one of his tirades again" and she thought no more on it. Every once and a while though she would glance over at the young officer, who was at least trying to look busy. Shortly after 9 there was a phone call for George. from the commissioner. He took it in his office which was windowed. From the look on George's face it was clear that the Commissioner had heard about his trailing John. It was not a pleasant call, whatever the commissioner was telling George. Sally and Mike could see him getting red in the face. Sally glanced over at Mike and could see him getting pale. She smiled at him and shrugged. He nodded slightly and smiled wanly. They both knew that the next few hours were going to be hell for both of them. Mike knew that he was going to get the brunt of the anger. Sally would just be generally rudely treated and ignored. George however would see Mike as the cause of the phone call. It was not going to be a good day. George continued talking for several minutes and then with a snarl that could be heard in the outer office he slammed the phone down. He stormed out and started screaming at everyone in general. "That fuckin' bastard reported me to the Commissioner!! If he thinks he is going to get away with this! Son of a bitch!!!" with that he roared out of the office , almost breaking the new window in the door. Mike and Sally both picked up the phone, Sally said, "You calling John? Someone should warn him" "Yeah , I'll call the store you call the house" replied Mike with a grim look on his face.