Date: Fri, 24 Dec 1999 01:36:05 -0800 From: Blue Light Subject: love-just-in-time-2 Well, here it is. After a LONG delay, here is the second part of Love Just In Time. I'm sorry for taking so long in getting it out. Thank you for the kind words about part 1. Keep those coming, please. Oh, and while I am still thinking of it, as David was kind to point out, part 1 seemed to glamor the near suicide of the main character. Suicide is not the way out. It may seem like a quick solution, but that's all it is, is a quick solution that does NOT lead to any long term solution to problems. Please don't go this route. Also, note my change in email address to cknutson@telisphere.com. I'm sick of hiding. -------- Love Just In Time - Part 2 I woke up in bed, feeling really tired. I recalled all what had happened. Had all that been a dream? Had I just dreamed I almost killed myself? Had Mark admitted he loved me? Nah, that was all way too hopeful thinking. Suddenly I realized there was an arm around me, and that I was not alone. I look over, and there is Mark, sleeping ever so peacefully, me wrapped in his arms. I know he hadn't just come over sometime in the middle of the night, because except when we were on vacations, we never slept in the same bed.. Was it not really a dream after all? I nudge him slightly and he begins to stir. "Mark"?? I whisper softly in his ear "Yes?" Mark replies "Was it really not a dream??" "No, my love, it wasn't. You are really still here, and now you have me,?" says Mark. Overwhelmed by happiness, I begin to cry. "What's wrong?" Don't tell me I fucked up when I kissed you?? "No Mark, I am just happier than I have ever been in my life, even happier than the day I met you. I loved you from the moment I met you. I would have stopped those assholes from beating up anyone, but when I pulled them off and saw who it was I was saving, my heart just livened up, and I felt better than ever. Granted things have changed that over the last few months, but I never stopped loving you." I said to Mark, softly and gently. "You are the most gorgeous, most cutest, kindest, funniest, caring, and sweetest guy I have ever met. I will love you till the end of time." I slowly wiped the tears that were beginning to form in his eyes away. "Oh John, I love you so much. I loved you from the moment I met you too, when I woke up in your arms and you were holding me tightly, treating my wounds, running your hand ever so slowly through my hair, and telling it me would be all right. In that time since we met you have treated me better than anyone else ever has, better than I thought anyone would ever treat me. You have never looked down upon me, you have always treated me as an equal, and done things with me I always wanted to do. You gave me a place to live when I needed one, kept me feed and clothed and warm when my parents just didn't give a shit about me anymore, and you made me feel wanted again," says Mark, pulling me even tighter to him. "Wanna sleep some more?" I ask Mark. "Sure." And with that, we fall asleep in each other's arms for a few more hours. -------- I wake up around noon, and after running my fingers through Mark's incredibly soft hair for a few minutes, I decide to get up, since I have some stuff to attend to. I feel happier than I ever have in my whole life, even more so than the time I saved Mark. First off I must call up my car dealer, and find out about my RENNTech Mercedes SLR7.4. I ordered it a long time ago, and I figured it should be ready by now. It's costing me nearly $400,000, but I figured it was worth it. I figure what the hell, it may seem like a totally insane thing to do, but when I saw the specs, I just had to drive one. A 585 HP, 2 door 2-person roadster, I think I'll be happy with it on the road. I wanted to take a road trip, and as much as I love my Mustang, I figured it was time for something a bit different for this trip. The last trips in the Mustang had brought too much pain, since I was with Mark and couldn't really tell him how I felt about him at the time. And now that I have him, driving this car will be an added pleasure. I light up a cigarette and make the phone call. "Tony?" I ask when the phone is picked up. "Yeah, who is this?" Tony asks. "This is John Morrison, the guy who hired you to order and prep the RENNTech Mercedes for me." "Yeah, I remember. It's been ready for nearly two weeks. I have tried to call you repeatedly but never got an answer. I figured you backed out of the deal due to money or something. I was weary of processing this kind of order without a full payment up front. Do you want the car or not?" asks the guy harshly. "Yes, when can I pick it up?" "Now, kid," grumbles Tony. "I'll be there later today," I say. And with this, I hang up the phone. Tony is an asshole, but he's one of the best at getting shit done when it comes to cars. With that out of the way, I realize that I am hungry and the second phone I was going to make will wait till later. It seems that when I am drunk I forget to eat. I started up a pot of coffee and then proceeded to find the stuff I needed to make breakfast. I decide on something hearty, biscuits and gravy. Some friends I had known from Montana had shown me a really good way to make it. I knew how much Mark loved the way I made it, and I really wanted to see the smile on his face when he sees it. I get everything started, and all of a sudden the phone rings. "Damn it," I said, dropping things on the floor. "Hello?" "John, tell that little fucking faggot son of mine to get his ass home right now!!!" yells Mark's dad. Oh man is not this fucker I realize he must have finally found out Mark is gay, which is the day I know Mark is really dreading. Fuck. I was hoping this would be a one-hundred percent perfect day. "He's not here, I don't know where he is," I say, knowing that he will realize that I am lying since Mark is never anywhere else but here when he's not home. "Don't fucking lie to me you little shit! Get his ass home now!?" Yelled Mark's dad, louder than I had ever heard him yell before. With this, Mark's dad slams down the phone. Oh boy, what am I gonna do? How am I going to tell this to Mark? I know that even though he doesn't get along with his parents, he is going to be saddened by this. Maybe, just maybe, I'll ask him to move in with me. He practically lives here anyway, so he should be up for the idea. His parents on the other hand... I didn't want to think about this anymore. I finish up breakfast and get it ready to serve. Time to get up Mark. I walk upstairs slowly, as not to wake him up till I get there. -------- I enter my bedroom and look at Mark sitting there on my bed. Damn, he looks so cute when he's sleeping. I love watching him sleep, having done it so many times since when we have been camping and sometimes when he's really lonely and shares the same bed with me. He's laying on his back, so I decided to get over him. I plant my lips on his and kiss him. "Mmm... is there any sweater taste than this?" There probably is, though personally I doubt I ever find anything. I slowly start to kiss his nose, his forehead, and then his neck. He finally wakes up. "Hi, my love, whispers Mark." "Hi, beautiful one. I say softly into his ear. "Breakfast is ready, come down and eat." "Sure, why not. Would you please carry me?" Mark smiles while saying this. I can't resists his smile. "Sure." And with this, I get off of Mark and he climbs up on my shoulders. I think he's gained a few pounds, but he's still pretty light. "Mark, duck," I say when coming up to the door. "No, actually I see a door frame, not a duck. You might want to get your eyes checked John," Mark jokes. "Smart ass," I say, laughing. Now both of us are laughing. I carry Mark down the stairs (which is quite a balancing act) and put him down at the table. "Biscuits and gravy! Oh thank you so much!?" Mark kisses me on the cheek. We sit down to eat breakfast, both enjoying it really well. We were obviously very hungry since everything was eaten. I had made enough for four people. Oh well, nothing wasted. At the end of breakfast I decide to tell Mark the bad news. "Mark, I really don't wanna tell you this, but I have too," I say in a depressing tone. "What?" asks Mark, worry in his voice. "Your dad called me this morning." "This can't be good," Mark looks down at his empty plate. "He found out about you. I don't know how, but he did. He called me while I was making breakfast screaming his ass off for his ?faggot son to get home. I tried to tell him that you weren't here but he wouldn't believe me. I am afraid that if you go home, he will beat your, or worse. Mark, I'm so sorry," I try to sound as sympathetic as possible, hoping it comes off well. I so hated telling Mark this, it tears me up to think of how nasty his dad can be to him. How could anyone hurt this beautiful guy, how could they yell at him, punish him for things that he obviously didn't do, how could they beat him. I so hated his parents beyond belief. They were so at the top of my hit list it isn't even funny. Mark's parents treated him so badly till I showed up, and then he wasn't around his house hardly anymore and even when he was his parents ignored him, for the most part. For years he had no real friends, no one to really turn to. He still bears scars both physically and mentally. By this point Mark is crying. I get up, go over to him, and pull him up into my arms. I hold onto him tight. He cries into my chest. I rock him slowly back and forth, telling him it will be all right. After a few minutes he stopped crying, so I led him into the family room and put him on the sofa. I sat on the floor beside him, running a hand along his face and hair. "Mark, please move in with me?" I ask him. "What?!?" asks Mark in a shocked tone. "Do you really mean it?"? "Yes, I really mean it. I can think of nothing better than you moving in with me." And with this, Mark pulls me on top of him. He pulls my head down to his and we kiss. I feel a tongue probing at my mouth and grant it full access. We start making out like crazy. I didn't realize last night how good Mark tastes. I don't think I have ever been in a kiss that tasted this sweet before. Even though Mark isn't a great kisser, since from what he has said he doesn't have much experience, I am enjoying this immensely and start to get hard. I notice Mark is hard too. We start to grind into each other hardly, both of us really enjoying this. We realize at this moment that we are both hard. At this moment we both mutually break it off for some reason, no words said at all. "I love you," I whisper into Mark's ear. "I know. I love you too," whispers Mark in his every sexy voice. "I know." "When do you want to get my stuff?" Mark asks. "Later, for now I got something else I want to pick up. I need to call up a taxi to pick us up to take us somewhere. You'll really like it, probably almost as much as I will," I say, laughing. "Oh, now this sounds like fun! What do we have up our sleeve today?" Mark asks slyly. "Hmm, I have a shoulder, some arm pit hair, things like that." And with this Mark hits me on the arm in a playful manner. With this, I realize just how much being happy is so much better than being depressed. It had been so long since I felt this good I almost forgot what it felt like. With this, I call up a taxi to take us over to Tony's to pick up the car. "Holy shit!!!" yells Mark when he sees the Mercedes. "You like it?" I ask Mark. "You'd damned better well believe I like it. This car is fucking sweet. Isn't this the one out of the magazine?" "Yes, my love," I say to Mark right while pulling him into my arms and planting a big kiss on his mouth. With this I go inside and pay. Tony decides to jack the price up to $370,000 from the $363,000 we had originally decided on. This pisses me off a little, but because I left Tony hanging and that I just want to get out of here and get Mark and I into that car and go around the city, I am not going to bother haggling about it. I give thanks to Tony for the work he's done, and then I leave. This was definitely the most expensive car I had ever been in. Not even that F-40 I rented while in LA was worth this much. That was a fun car. "Come on Mark, are we gonna go or should I just leave you here?" "Coming, coming!" Mark yells as he runs up to the car and gets in. "Well if you're really cumming please wipe up when you're done, this leather is really expensive," I look at Mark and tell him this while trying to keep a straight face. Well that last 1.5 seconds with us both busting up laughing our asses off. I swear we laughed for 5 minutes, with tears running down both our faces. After we calmed down I put the top down to let the sun in. It was a beautiful day in Seattle, so I decided that we would stay in the city for the day. I couldn't decide on what to do, so I just decided that we would drive around town for a while to show off the new car. "Mark, did you bring the CD I asked you too?" I asked, sure hoping he remembers it. "Here it is, Depeche Mode, singles 86-98," said Mark while handing me the CD case. I got out disc two and put it in. I selected the song called Home. Mark and I both loved this song. I told Mark that I selected an ultra expensive sound system that should really make this song sound good. And it did. In no time at all we were both singing along to it. "And I thank you for bringing me here for showing me home for singing these tears finally I've found that I belong here" With this, Mark leans over and holds on to me. Given the song lyrics, I don't even need to ask him why he did this all of a sudden. It always seemed that Mark and I knew a lot about each other without anything ever being said before, but I think this relationship is strengthening it even more. I won't be complaining about that at all. We continue to drive around town for a while, me enjoying driving this amazingly powerful but silky smooth modified V12 roadster, but not as much as being wrapped around Mark's arm. "Mark, should I give this car a real test of its power?" I ask, grinning. "Hell yeah!!" Mark screams out. Mark pulls off of me and gets into an ?oh shit, here we go? position in his seat. He knows well too much how I like to drive when I am in a powerful car. We pull up to a red light, and I am the first in line. I look over at Mark and he just rolls his eyes while smiling. I wonder if he knows just how much his smile affects me. I'll have to tell him that later. Green light. I lay down the pedal and the 575 horsepower go straight to the tires, making them break loose almost instantly. Fuck I am ever making a cloud of smoke. Even at its peak, my Mustang never came close to this. I get a few dirty looks from the people around me, particularly an elderly couple. Oops. I laugh. Next light I pull right up to a modified Corvette. "Hey, you wanna race?" I yell to the guy. "You're crazy to try in that, but sure, what the hell," the guy yells back. Green light again, this time I ease the throttle in so as not to send the tires up in a cloud of smoke. I totally waste the Corvette. The driver of it just looks totally shocked. Mark looks back, waving. I see a great moment and tickle him like crazy. Mark busts up laughing. After a while Mark calms down. We drive around for another hour, filling up on gas since when I took a look it was reading that I had nothing, as well as grabbing a pack of smokes. Damn this car doesn't get much gas mileage. I don't care, I love it. My old Mustang feels more raw, but I really like having this much power and luxury to go with it. Mark is really liking this car too. "I'm hungry," says Mark. "Yeah, I am too, now that you mention it. How does pizza sound to you? I know a great place downtown." "That sounds great to me!" Mark says, enthusiastically. Damn, Seattle traffic is really bad today. It's always bad, but this is just amazing. The drive to the pizza place is normally 10 minutes from where we started to it, but today 30 minutes was needed. Fuck. "Good, it's not too busy today." I say, since I really didn't want to wait. We grab a table and in not to long a time a cute waiter comes over and takes our order. We order a large with pepperoni, mushrooms, and extra cheese. Mark is the only guy I have ever met that actually likes this. It seems strange that I have never found anyone else that likes pizza like this, but it's true. We talk about various things for a while. I pick up Mark's hand off the table, kiss it gently, and then move it to my cheek, feeling his soft skin. Suddenly he jerks it back. "John, I'd rather not. Doing this in public doesn't seem like a good idea,?" says Mark, rather concerned. "Relax Mark, it's OK here, trust me, I've been here many times before. Plus it's not like your parents don't already know about you." Shit!! Why did I have to say that? I mentally slug myself hard for that one. Mark starts to tear up. I switch sides of the table and sit next to him with my arm around him. He throws his arm around me as well. We sit like this for about 10 minutes. Finally the pizza arrives and we begin to chow down on it. "So what do you think of this place, Mark?" I ask Mark and realize he's got his face stuffed with pizza. I know he's enjoying it. "Good. Mmrph," Mark tries to talk more while his mouth is full but fails miserably. With this I cannot help but bust our laughing. I swear Mark is doing this on purpose, and that he realized how easy he can make me laugh and smile. I hate to bring down the situation, but I must. This had to be dealt with now and not later. "Mark, after this, shall we go over to your house to get your stuff? Knowing your parents, they should be out, so we won't have to deal with them." "Yes," says Mark in a sad voice. After paying, we get back in the car and make the trip back down to Puyallup. This car feels very at home on the freeway, giving lots of power when called upon but being totally happy with just cruising along at a steady pace. We pull up to Mark's place a little over an hour later. It's not that Mark has all that much to get. He doesn't have much stuff, since his parents never buy him pretty much anything. They aren't poor, they just don't think their kid needs anything to live and function. When I met Mark, all he had was clothing that wasn't in very good shape, barely any of the stuff he needed for school, and a very worn out bed. He had a few other things, mainly things he bought with money doing yard work, and such. When I met him, my mom and I helped him out, getting him nice clothing, supplies, and many other things he needed, and after we knew he was being friends just due to my money, a lot of the things that he had longed for but could only dream about. It wasn't that we would ever have to buy any of the things to make Mark like us (as he was perfectly happy to do without any "bribes"), not by any means, we just wanted to help him. With the help we gave him, he began to do better in school and be happier overall. We also filled the very void need of family in his life, as he really had never known any type of family but having two complete assholes overhead. I can't remember the number of times he hid behind me thinking my mom was going to yell at him or hit him for even the most pointless things. Every time I saw that I wanted to knock the living shit out of his parents for being so awful to him. I nearly came close many times when I saw them do that in front of me. I have definitely exchanged very heated words with them on more than one occasion. I know they hated me, but would never do anything to me. I usually got them to back down most times, since I would often threaten them legally. Whether it's nice enough to be able to afford lawyers to make threats is still up for debate. We go inside and start to pack up Mark's things. It doesn't take us too long. I swear Mark has been transferring things to my house lately without my knowing it. I'm not really surprised. "Can I get your keys so I can put this stuff into the car. I don't have a key to the car yet," asks Mark. I toss the keys to Mark. He takes his stuff out to the car, and comes back in. We look around for anything more to grab, and find a couple things. Right at this moment we hear his parents pull up. Fuck! We make our way out to try to get in the car quickly. No such luck. "Come here you faggot!" Mark's dad yells at him. Mark hides behind me. "Shut the fuck up!" I say to Mark's dad. He doesn't scare me, he's only 5'9 and such a weakling. Mark walks over to the car. "Fuck you!" Mark's dad yells back at me. "You're the one who turned my son queer!" With this, he charges at Mark. He strikes Mark upside the head with his fist, knocking Mark down. I immediately run over and tackle Mark's dad to the ground. I start hitting him really hard while swearing like crazy. "You stupid mother fucking worthless asshole of a father!!" I yell at Mark's dad while laying another punch him. WHAM!! I hit him hard one last time. "That's for all the abuse you've given Mark throughout the years!" His dad is pretty beaten up looking. Good. With this, I get up to see how Mark is doing. I see him in my car, pulling out of the driveway. "Mark! Mark!!" I yell at him with no luck. He drives off without looking. I am alone. ------------------ Well, that's it for part 2. Again sorry for taking so long in getting this up. I actually wrote 98% of it back in March, but just let it sit on my hard drive for months. I just never could pull myself around to proofing it and getting it posted. Part 3 is roughly 50% done, and should hopefully be released within the next 2 weeks. Also, sometime during the week after Christmas, I am going to be putting up a webpage. The address will be http://www.telisphere.com/~cknutson/stories.html You can use my new email address at cknutson@telisphere.com