Date: Mon, 16 Jul 2012 21:42:21 +0100
From: Gary Davies <justdave68@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Well that was unexpected chapter 21

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Written by David S

Edited by Russ J

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Well That Was Unexpected

By Dave S

Chapter 21

"Jake Atkins...`The'...Jake Atkins?" Josh asked. "Yes. The asshole Jake
Atkins," Cal replied. "Calumn, please. I get off in ten minutes. I need a
chance to explain..." Jake got cut off. "Explain...explain...This will be
good. You are going to explain how you betrayed me..., attacked me,... and
broke my fucking heart... You are going to explain that, are you?!!" Cal
spat out. "If you let me," Jake replied in a quiet tone, both just stared
at each other, one with daggers, and the other with hope.

...SILENCE...

Cal stared upwards, contemplating what to do. Should he let Jake explain
his actions and perhaps get the closure he needs? Or should he just leave
it buried? He looked at his boyfriend for guidance, but all he saw in his
eyes was concern.

"Josh, babe, do you mind?" Cal said, looking at his boyfriend. "I think I
need to hear this," he continued. Josh looked at Jake, then Cal. "Sure, but
I am staying," he informed them, and Cal leaned over and kissed his lover
on his brow. "Thank you," he said.

Moments later, the three of them left the coffee shop, walked towards the
harbour and found a place to sit.

"Thanks, Calumn, for hearing me out," said Jake, whilst sitting on a bench
near the harbour. "Okay, explain Jake," Cal said, glaring at his former
best friend and lover, explain how you could do that to me, you had such
fucking rage against me, I thought you could kill me, Cal sobbed, getting
out what he needed to say.

"It's been over two years, Calumn. I know I fucked up, and I tried reaching
you. I understand why you refused to talk to me, and, Calumn, I miss our
friendship so much," Jake said. "Not so much that you attacked him, and
hurt him though, right?" Josh spat out. "Josh, please let him get this out,
then we can go, okay?" asked Cal, squeezing his hand.

"Yeah, I did, and I regret that every day. Believe me," he went on, staring
at his feet. "I was 18, Calumn, still dependent on my folks. And you know
how my dad was. Christ, he would have killed me. And we had been together
for six months when the rumours started," he went on.

"I had just finished practice, and was grabbed by two of my teammates and
was called a fag. It just stung; I was being taunted by them. I kept
denying it, kept pleading for them to drop it, but all I was getting was
your name thrown at me. I thought you must have said something to someone
and...then I saw you and...and...I reacted and...reacted badly," he said,
with moisture in his eyes. "I thought if I confronted you and I threw a
punch, and you being like..." he struggled for words. "Like Bruce Lee,"
Josh said. "Yeah, like that. You would defend yourself...but you never...I
was being urged on by the same ones that suspected me of being gay. I
continued, with my tirade and I called you such disgusting names, and
...Christ, I have hated myself every day for that," he said. "I tried for
weeks to talk to you. I got so depressed and was thinking some really dark
things, Calumn. I even got to the point when I just said to myself, `Fuck
it,' and told my dad I was gay.

"What? You told him?" asked Cal, looking shocked. "Yeah, he kicked me out
of the house," Jake said with a smirk, "But I was at an all-time low, and
as I said dark thoughts" He added, with tears now falling freely, "Shit,
Jake...look, I'm still pissed as fuck at you...but I never thought your dad
would do that to you," Cal said with not as much disdain in his
manner. "Mom left his ass," he went on. "She gave him the unconditional
love speech, and he said he wouldn't have a queer for a son, and she walked
out with me," he said, "And she kissed me, and said we didn't need his lazy
ass anyway" he added.

"So, you moved to Boston?" Josh asked. "No, Mom still lives in Chicago,"
Jake said. "So, what are you doing here then?" asked Cal. "You are joking,
right?" asked Jake, and a bemused look came over Cal's face. "Fuck Calumn,
don't you remember anything?" Jake continued, and that bemused look still
spread over Cal's face.

"Fuck, Calumn, when we were not messing around, what did we talk about?"
asked Jake, and Cal looked at Josh at that statement. "Erm...cars, movies
we liked, and schools we would like to...shit! ...you didn't!" said Cal. "I
did," responded Jake. "You got accepted into M.I.T.?" asked Cal. "Yes, full
scholarship. But I have to work to get some spends, you know."

"And you? What happened to going to New York for engineering shit, to
follow in old Kenner's footsteps," Jake asked. "It's where we met,"
announced Josh.

"Yeah, we met at college, and, Jake, sorry I should have introduced you to
him," said Cal. "Josh, right?" said Jake, and Josh responded, "Yeah, Josh
Miller," and Jake looked at Cal, and then Josh. "I can see you love each
other," Jake said without malice. "Yeah, we are getting married here in a
few months," Cal informed him. Jake smiled at his former best friend. "You
deserve to be happy, Calumn. And, Josh, it's nice to meet you," he said,
shaking Josh's hand. And with that, Jake's phone went off.

"Hey, you," said Jake, talking to someone on the phone.

"Are you...look over towards the harbour, yeah I can see you. Come over. I
want you to meet some people,... an old friend actually," he said, looking
first at Cal, and then Josh, before flipping the phone closed.

"So who was that?" asked Cal. "You will meet soon," Jake responded.

With that, a tall young man with light brown hair—not long but not short
either—and about the same age as Cal walked over and kissed Jake on the
cheek. "Hey, babe," responded Jake. "Calumn, Josh, this is Travis...my
husband," Jake announced. Calumn looked like a deer in headlights. "Wow,
when did you..." he got cut off. "We met first when I transferred high
school. I was so hung up on you and, well, I became reclusive. Travis
pulled me out of myself," he said. "It took a while, but he did, and I fell
for him," he went on, looking at Travis with such love. "Okay. Wow, you are
Calumn Kenner, I take it?" asked Travis. "Oh, sorry babe. I should have
said," he replied, squeezing his husband's waist. "Nope, I should have
worked it out," Travis concluded.

"So, married. How long?" Josh asked, before Cal had the chance. "Oh, just a
couple of months, but we are happy," he said, kissing his husband's
hand. "Babe, Calumn and Josh are going for the old ball and chain also,"
Joked Jake. "Really? Wow, that's wonderful!" proclaimed Travis. "Thank
you," said Cal. An awkward silence passed before anything further was said

"Calumn, I know what Jake did to you. To be honest, knowing this man as I
do now, I found it hard to believe he was capable of it. When he asked me
to marry him I first said no, as I was not going to be in any sort of
abusive relationship. No way, no how. But I have never seen him raise a
fist in anger. I just don't think he has that side in him anymore," he
said, still being held by Jake. "He hated himself so much, and I have had
him crying on my shoulder many times over it. I do hope you can get back to
being friends, because from what I have heard from Jake you were best
friends, right?"

"We were that," said Cal, looking at Jake. Jake had that goofy grin I
thought only Cal did to me, and it made me smile just a bit. "I just don't
know if I can be friends with him, that's all, I trusted him with
everything and So much was said, and the hate the rage that was in his eyes
then...I just don't know if I can...you know," he said, and looked at me
and stood up... "Jake, I am pleased that things panned out, but I need some
time to think about things, okay?" Calumn and Josh started to walk away
when Travis caught up to them a few minutes later.

"Calumn, please look at him." Calumn looked over to where Jake was sitting
and he could see he was sobbing. "He misses you dude," Travis said. "Look,
Calumn, I know you both have issues. Christ, some of Jake's issues have
issues, and I am not threatened by his affection for you. I know he loves
you, but I know he is in love with me. But you were his best friend, and
never mind lover. He misses his best friend," Travis said with concern for
his husband. Calumn watched Jake for a while, and could see he was
remorseful. He looked broken. He looked shattered. And he did feel sorry
for Jake.

Calumn slowly walked over and crouched down in front of Jake. "Hey,
doofus," Cal said, looking at his `friend' that he had also missed. "Hey,
back," he said, with sorrow coming from his voice. "I fucked up,
Calumn. And I miss you so much," he cried out. "I have never hit anyone
before or since. It just fucks things up," he said, looking at Cal's
eyes. "I just want my best friend back," he wept. "I am willing to work on
it, Jake. If I am honest, I have missed our friendship the most. The
lover's bit was always going to get messy. We should have stuck with being
friends. But I did love you, though," said Cal. "Me, too," replied Jake. "I
am sorry I ever laid an angry finger on you, Calumn," and they both stood
and embraced. "Please let me back in Calumn. Let me back into your life,"
he begged. "I would like that. I would like that very much," Cal replied,
and he kissed his friend's forehead. With moisture in both of their eyes,
they walked over to their respective partners.

"You okay, babe?" Josh asked, holding his lover's waist. "Yeah, I think so,
my love...I think so." And Jake and Travis agreed to meet up for dinner
with them over the next week and swapped cell numbers to remain in
touch. Cal looked like he had found a bit of closure from the
relationship. If he was honest from the outset, perhaps the sexual
relationship should have been resisted. Now he could work to rekindle a
friendship that he had missed, knowing that sometimes sex and friendship
don't work. Of course, for Josh and Calumn it did, as there was sexual
attraction there from the outset. With Calumn and Jake it was gradual and
perhaps an error on both his and Jake's part.

"If things go okay, love, I want to invite them to our wedding. Is that
okay with you?" Cal asked, and Josh smiled. "Babe, of course you can. I
like them, and, okay, you have some issues with Jake; but be honest, you
missed him, didn't you?" Josh asked, looking at his lover, and a smile came
across his face. "Very much. I loved him, but the sex fucked things up," he
said. "I do hope we can get it back," he concluded.

Josh thought to himself that his lover looked more relaxed he had ever seen
him, and that if getting his best friend back in his life was the reason,
well... And then he thought, what if Dale had walked out of HIS life? Could
he cope? And he struggled to find the answer to that question, as when Dale
freaked out a few months earlier it hurt, and that was only a few days. Cal
hadn't seen his best friend for over two years.

...

4:35pm

"Hey, Mom. We're back," I said, looking around the living room, but
smelling something roasting coming from the kitchen. "In here, sweetheart,"
Mom shouted, and Cal and I walked in to the kitchen, noticing a pile of
uncooked pies queued along the bench. "Feeding the five thousand, Mom?" Cal
asked. "Josh's late birthday party food," she replied. "When the chicken
comes out, they will be cooked, then chilled for the weekend," she
continued. "You need help, Mom?" I asked, already knowing her response, as
Mom does not like people working in HER kitchen. "No sweetheart. You go lie
down for a while. I can manage," she smiled. "Where are Dad and Luc?" I
asked. "Fishing with the Laytons," she replied. "Dinner will be at six,"
she said, as we walked out and headed to my room.

I walked in and Cal put his hand on my shoulder and turned me
around. "Well, I know your cock works," he said in a husky whisper, sexily
nibbling at my earlobe. " I know I can't fuck you for a while, so how do
you feel like fucking me?" he said in a pleading manner, inducing his
boner-rising smile that gets me instantly hard just from his look. "I want
to so much, but I don't want to injure myself, babe," I said
apologetically. "Love, if you lay on your side and I lay on mine, you could
enter me without much stress to your magnificent body." I laughed at his
logistics of fucking whilst injured, and he slowly removed every item of my
clothing before he removed his own, and I spotted his cock already dripping
with pre-cum.

"I need to taste you first," I stated with my goofy Cal smile.

"Sixty-nine, babe?" he suggested. "Fuck yeah," I replied. He reversed
himself and lay down my side, taking my cock into his mouth for the second
time today. Then, I turned my attention to his engorged member that I loved
so much, especially when he was fucking me. But for now, that would have to
wait.

We sucked each other for over thirty minutes, but I was also applying lube
with three fingers to Cal's hungry ass. He was like I am with anal sex, a
dirty filthy wanting slut. His moaning only served to spur me on to drive
my lover wild with desire to get him so desperate for sex he would beg me,
as he knew that's what he did to me.

"Stop fucking teasing me. FUCK ME, Josh!" he demanded. I giggled at
that. "Your wish is my command," I laughed at his order.

I turned myself around and snuggled into his neck and sucked on his
earlobe. "You want it baby?" I asked again, already knowing the answer. "I
am fucking divorcing you before we are even wed unless you get that
magnificent cock in me NOW," he demanded. "Patience, patience," I said
lightly, biting his shoulder. "Josh, stop fucking teasing me...FUCK ME!!"
he cried out, and with that I positioned my cock to his eager ass and
pressed forward, with him raising his leg to allow me easier access. "Ohhhh
fuckkkkkkkk," Cal cried out as I pressed into him. "Fuckkkk. I needed this,
ohhhhh," Cal moaned out, and I quickened up the pace. "Fuck Cal, your ass
is amazing around my cock...fuckkkkk!" I cried out as his velvet cocoon
wrapped itself around the piston that is my manhood. "Ohhh Fuckkkk
Joshhhhhhh," Cal cried out in utter pleasure. He was lost in a fog of want
and desire. "I fucking love you. Ohhhhhhhhhh, Joshhhhh!!!!" he screamed as
I started to deep slot at different paces, followed by shallow, quick
thrusts. "Fuckkkkkkkkkk!!!" Cal screamed out as he shot his cum all over my
bed. I was nowhere ready to stop, so I ploughed on, trying to bring my
lover to a second crescendo.

"Oh yeah Josh, fuck me, fuck me harder!" Yep, the slut mode had kicked
in. I knew that all so well as it always happened to me when I was on the
other end of this treatment from Cal. "Oh yeah, baby likes me fucking him
hard," I whispered into his ear, with sweat now pouring out of both of
us. "Fuck yeah, ohhhhhhhhhh fuckkkkkkkk!!!" he screamed as he shot his
second load onto the sheets as I unloaded inside my lover. "Ohhhhh
Fucckkkkk Calumnnnnnnnnnnnnn!!!" I screamed out.

We lay there in our post-orgasmic bliss for over twenty minutes, with
myself trying to get my breathing back to some sort of normality and Cal
lying on my chest. "I love you, Calumn Kenner," I said softly. "The
feeling's mutual, my love," Cal replied, and we drifted off into a
post-coital sleep.

30 minutes or so later...

"WAKE UP, YOU FUCKERS!!!" Lucas yelled. "Fuck, it smells like sex in here,"
he continued. "Dinner is in ten minutes," he yelled, heading back towards
the door. "May I suggest a shower before you come down," he said laughing
as he shut the door. "I could have sworn I locked that door, you know," Cal
said. "It doesn't lock fully, so a little nudge and it opens. Lucas knows
this. Mom does not, however," I informed him. "You were magnificent," Cal
said, kissing me. "He's right about smelling like sex though. Will you
clean me down, babe?" I asked. "My pleasure, my love."

Cal took his time and carefully cleansed his lover's body with tenderness
and love, carefully removing the dressings before cleaning his lover's
bruised and battered, but healing body. But he admired his lover's
beautiful definition of his abs and torso. This guy was built, and he was
his.

"Pass my Nirvana T, will you babe?" I asked Cal, and he tossed it from my
closet.

Knock! Knock!

"Come in," I lightly yelled to whoever was knocking.

"Oh, hi Dad, we will be down in a couple. Sorry," I said. "What's up, Dad?
Something wrong?" I asked.

"I don't know how to put this or say this to you boys," Dad spoke
softly. "What is it, Dad?" I asked again.

"Josh...Josh, what room is under yours?" I looked on wondering what he was
getting at and then I answered, "The kitchen, Dad?" "Exactly. Your room
isn't sound proof, Josh." I looked on wondering what...oh shit. "Oh no. You
are kidding, aren't you, Dad?" I asked. "What's wrong?" Cal asked. "Boys, I
am pleased you have a healthy sex life, but please have some consideration
for others," Dad said, but with no hint of scolding in his tone.

"You mean...your...Mom...heard us?" Cal asked. "Every grunt," Dad
replied. "Oh, shit...sorry, Dad," I said, looking sheepish. "Guys, we are
not prudes, and we know you have sex. We are not stupid. Just be
considerate. That's all I am asking," Dad went on.

"God, it's like being caught masturbating all over again," I said. "Yes,
Josh, but that was your grandmother, I believe," Dad finished. Cal was now
rolling in fits of laughter on the floor. "If you dare tell Todd or Dale
and we are over, got it?" I told my lover. "Okay, Dad, we are sorry. We
will apologize to Mom when we come down, I promise."

And with that, Dad headed back downstairs, and we burst into laughter,
looking into each other's eyes, saying, "Love you." "Love you back, babe."

We headed back downstairs and walked into the kitchen where Mom was
finishing loading up the serving dishes for our meal. "Sorry, Mom. You
shouldn't have heard that. I am sorry for that also, Mrs M...sorry...Mom,"
We said, with Mom showing signs of an embarrassed smile. Then, out slipped
a short giggle.

We walked into the dining room and placed the dishes on the table when my
cell phone rang. I didn't recognise the number, but recognised the area
code for New York.

"Hello," I answered.

"Joshua Miller, please."

"Speaking. Who is this, please?"

"Please hold for Assistant District Attorney Sarah Watson."

"Hello, is this Joshua Miller?" Assistant D.A. Watson asked.

"Yes, how can I help, Ms Watson?"

"Sarah, please."

"Okay Sarah, please call me Josh."

"Okay, Josh, when can you come in for an interview regarding the up-coming
trial of Derrick and Terry Reynolds and Michael Duke Lawson?" she asked.

"Sorry Sarah, I won't be back in New York until a week Sunday. I am in
Boston on break," I informed her.

"Shall we say a week Monday, 11am, my office, Josh?" she asked.

"Yes, That would be fine," I replied.

"Okay good. Enjoy your break, Josh, and we will see you then," she finished
and the line went dead.



To be continued...

Wow, no cliff-hanger!

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