Date: Mon, 18 Jul 2005 07:24:34 -0700 (PDT) From: Fup Duck Subject: Life Goes On - David and Chad #49 STANDARD DISCLAIMER: This is the continuation of David's story. One of two boys loving each other. So the same disclaimer applies. If you can't handle that, or it's illegal to read this in your area, or you're underage, then now is the time to leave. If you continue reading after that admonishment, Nifty and I aren't responsible. There could also be incidents of unprotected sex. As always, I don't condone this practice - especially in this day and age. I am intrigued by the fact that those who are sending 'nastygrams' about David and Chad's relationship are obviously still reading the story... hmmmm... Anyway, I know I've said Chapter 50 is 'it.' Well, now it's gonna be 51...lol. Sorry for the delay again. I'll try to be better. For those who have emailed me in the last...month and a half (blush), I'm working on replying...hang in there...so for now.... Take care, and be safe. Enjoy. Fup ****************************************************************************** FROM CHAPTER 48 "I dunno, kiddo," David teased. "Kinda busy." "You said you weren't." "Okay, okay, give me a few minutes to clean up, okay?" "Cool, okay, see you then." "No sweat," David answered into the dial tone. Well, one thing hadn't changed, he laughed to himself and walked into the bathroom to wash his hands and change into cleaner clothes. LIFE GOES ON - DAVID AND CHAD #49 - Thanks Giving David was still smiling when he pulled in behind Matt's truck. He slid out of the car, slammed the door and walked toward the front porch. The temperature had dropped appreciably and the sky was becoming overcast. The door opened as he climbed the steps and Chad's face was grinning at him. "Hey, kiddo," David chuckled. "Hey, c'mon in. Mom and dad are in the kitchen." "Well, it's good to see you to," David laughed as he entered the house, draping his arm across Chad's shoulders. Chad pressed his side briefly against David's as they walked toward the kitchen. The smells of the previous day's meal were here too. "Well, smells like you all had a good holiday," David smiled as he entered the kitchen. "Well, hello, David," Karen greeted from the table. David leaned against the doorjamb. "So Thanksgiving was good?" "Yes, it was," Matt laughed. "It's a wonder the kid can even walk after what he ate." David grinned at Chad. "Scarfed it down, huh?" "Yeah, kinda, it was good." "How was yours, David?" asked Karen. David chuckled. "Bearable. Went to the grandparents', as usual." "Well, then things are working out okay?" "Yeah, for the most part, it's been good." "Well, we're glad to hear that, then," Matt responded. "Can I go with Dave?" Chad interjected. "Where? You're still grounded, young man," Matt replied. "Oh, well, I thought that since you let him come over, I wasn't anymore." "Well, Chad, you thought wrong. You're not going anywhere until Monday." "Awww, c'mon, dad," Chad answered. "Hey, it's okay, kiddo. I'm not going back until next weekend. Have plenty of time." David shot a 'stay quiet' look at Chad, then turned back to his parents. "Maybe he can take a walk?" "But it's cold out," the teen complained. "A little cold never hurt anyone, kiddo," David laughed. "Well, that would be okay. So it's up to you Chad, a walk in the cold or David can stay here and talk with us for a while," Matt said. "Oh, okay," Chad sighed. "I'll get my coat." David chuckled as Chad walked upstairs. "I was kind of surprised you all let me come over since he was grounded." "Well," Karen smiled, "he just needs to learn to drop things when they've gone overboard." "Yeah, pick your battles kind of thing, huh?" David smiled back. "Yes, indeed, so what did you have planned for the rest of the week?" "I don't really know. Nanny said she'd like to see Chad again sometime. And I'm sort of open. It IS vacation," David finished chuckling. "Well, Chad will be free Monday and Tuesday. I'm sure either of those two days will be good. And of course, he's off next weekend," Matt stated. "Cool, yeah, we'll plan something, I'm sure." The sound of pounding feet came from the stairs, then Chad was standing in the doorway. "Well, c'mon, before it gets real cold." David shook his head, returned the elder Murrays' grins and followed Chad out the door. They slowly walked across the back field toward the woods. "I'm glad you're back," Chad smiled. "Me too, kiddo. I kinda missed ya." "Yeah, me too," Chad said, then they were in the fringes of the woods. "Sorry I'm grounded." "Well, you just need to learn when to quit," David laughed. "I guess, I just wanted you to spend the weekend here, that's all. And mom and dad got all mad." David glanced over his shoulder. The house was no longer visible, so he draped an arm across the teen's shoulders. "We'll have plenty of time this summer, Chad. I'd like to have more time now too, but sometimes you don't get what ya want." Chad shrugged the arm off his shoulders and turned to face David. Almost angrily he said, "It's not fair." "Nope, not a bit. But ya make do with what ya have, man." David placed his hands on Chad's shoulders and squeezed. "Just take it easy, okay." Chad's angry demeanor deflated as abruptly as it came. "Yeah, okay, I just miss you, that's all." David pulled Chad into a hug. "Yeah, I know what you mean, Chad. I miss you a lot too, but..." "Yeah, but," Chad answered, returning the hug briefly, then stepping back. "C'mon," he said, grabbing David's hand and leading him further into the woods. A few minutes later, they arrived at their previous summer's campsite and Chad sat on the log from which David had looked out over the woods and patted the place beside him. David grinned and sat next to the teen, who grabbed his arm and placed it back across his shoulders. Then Chad snuggled closer, resting his arm on David's leg. They sat there silently for a few moments, each lost in thought, then David tightened his arm and said, "Love ya, kiddo. You know that." "Yeah," Chad murmured. "Me too." Another few moments passed, then Chad turned his head to meet David's face. "Ummm, don't you wanna, ummmm?" David raised his eyebrows, then smiled gently as he pressed his lips against Chad's waiting ones. They kissed lazily for a few minutes, then Chad pulled away slightly. "That?" David asked. "Yeah," Chad grinned. "As often as I can." Chad swung himself around to straddle the log. He smiled a little self-consciously and said, "Well?" "Well...," David started, then Chad was hugging him tightly. He pushed away slightly, then kissed the teen again deeply, tongues wrestling gently. As the kiss was reaching its conclusion, David felt Chad shiver slightly. "Kinda cold, huh?" Chad nodded and wiped his mouth with his coat sleeve. "Umm, I'm off Monday and Tuesday, think you can come over?" David grinned and nodded, bringing a smile to the youth's face. "I think I can rearrange my schedule, yeah." Chad shivered again. "Umm, well maybe we oughta go back." David laughed and gave his boyfriend a brief kiss. "Yeah, okay, it's kinda too cold to be doing this out here, huh?" "Yeah, think it's gonna snow?" David shrugged. "Maybe." "Why does it have to snow when we're already off school?" Chad complained, standing up. "It's all part of the master plan." "Yeah, right," Chad scoffed. "C'mon, let's go back." "Okay, okay," David chuckled, rising to join Chad. "Ummm, one more?" Chad smiled. David grinned and rolled his eyes. Then the two once again brought their lips together. "There. Better?" "Uh huh." "Okay then, let's get back to the house." Chad nodded and intertwined his fingers with David's as they began the trek back to the house. They were silent as they walked until they saw the edge of the woods ahead of them. Then Chad stopped. "What?" David asked. "Nothing, really, just wish it was warmer." David turned to face him. "Hey, it's okay, man. We'll have plenty of time, okay?" "Yeah, okay." Then Chad released David's hand and took off running across the field. "Race ya," he shouted back over his shoulder. "You win," David yelled at Chad's retreating back as he continued walking. A few hundred feet away, Chad stopped and turned around. He put his hands on his hips and mock-glared at David. "You're no fun." "Yeah, yeah, remember, I'm old," David laughed, still walking. "Oh yeah, that's right. You'd have a heart attack or something." David laughed. "Yeah, something like that." When he was even with Chad, it was his turn to take off running. "Hey!" Chad complained, then was in hot pursuit. Their heaving breath was visible in the cold air as they pounded onto the back porch, neck in neck. "I win!" Chad crowed. "Yeah right, it was a tie, ya goof." "No way, I was way ahead of ya," Chad replied bending over and placing his hands on his knees. "Sure ya were. Uh huh." "I was. Well, maybe not that far ahead." "Maybe it was a tie, huh?" David panted slightly, the cold air beginning to hurt his lungs. "Man, it's getting real cold." "Yeah, it's gonna snow." "Maybe, who knows?" "Thought your arthritis was acting up," Chad laughed, then was through the kitchen door before David's hand could grab him. "Well, you two weren't out that long," Karen observed from the kitchen table. "Sounded like a herd of elephants coming up the porch steps." "Well, Dave got cold." "Yeah right, kiddo," David replied, unbuttoning his jacket. "It's really gotten cold out there." "Be snow by midnight," Matt's voice came from the living room. "If you can believe the weather reports." "Told ya," Chad interjected, grinning. "How much?" Karen asked from her seat. "Just flurries, it looks like." "Well, that's good. Don't want a bunch of snow just yet," Karen replied. David and Chad stripped off their coats and walked into the living room to join Mr. Murray as the phone rang. They had just sat down when Karen walked into the room. "David, that was your father. He said you need to come home." "Now what?" David replied. "He didn't say, just that we were to tell you to come home." "Well, okay," David sighed and stood to retrieve his coat. "Guess I'll see you all next week." "That's fine, David. Monday or Tuesday is good." "Cool," David smiled. Then he wrapped his arm around Chad's neck. "Don't you get grounded anymore, young man." "I won't. Do you have to go?" "Yeah, well, when the king summons, the slaves jump," David laughed. "Okay, well thanks for coming, really." "No sweat, kiddo, glad you had a good Thanksgiving." Then he turned to Matt and Karen, "Thanks guys, have a good weekend." "You too, David." "C'ya, kiddo," David murmured, slightly tightening his arm, then sliding it from Chad's neck. "Yeah. See ya," Chad grinned. David smiled back and walked out to his car. He waved out the window and began the short drive home. When he got there, he noticed the wheelbarrow on the carport and furrowed his brow. What the heck? He thought he had brought enough wood in earlier. "Hey, I'm home." He heard his father walk up the basement steps and turned to greet him. His smile faded at his father's angry expression. "Well, it's about time." "Got here as fast as I could." "Get changed, and bring in some wood." "Well, I kinda did that earlier." "Well, you're gonna do it again. The wood you brought in was green. So you're going to get back out there and bring in the stuff off the other pile." David's temper flared. "Well, you're welcome," he spat and began to walk into his room to change. His progress was halted by his face meeting his father's hand. "What have I told you about talking that way to us?" his father yelled. "You fucked up, and now you're going to fix it." David's nose and cheek were stinging from the smack. He sniffed and tasted blood on the back of his tongue. When he swiped his finger under his nose, it came back with a smear of blood. Without thinking, he clenched his fist and began to draw back for a swing. "Don't even think about it," his father warned in a low voice. David's eyes focused on his father's face. Thunderous didn't even begin to come close as a descriptive word. He sniffed again. "Now, get your ass changed and get busy." David noticed finally that his sister and mother were nowhere to be found. This was not good. He made up his mind. "Okay, let me get changed," he said in a subdued voice. "Make it quick, it's supposed to get below freezing tonight," his father advised, then turned and stomped back downstairs. "Yeah, hell's gonna freeze over," David mumbled, walking back to his room. Emotionlessly, he shoved as many clothes as he could into his bag, occasionally wiping away the small trickle of blood under his nose. He changed into old clothes and walked back outside. Loading the wheelbarrow with wood from the seasoned pile, he pushed it back down to the cellar doors. David carried the load of wood down the steps and stacked it in front of the wood he had brought down earlier. "Need to go to the bathroom," he advised his father, who grunted in reply. He walked up the basement steps, and snagged his bag from his bedroom. After David threw his bag into the backseat, and making sure his keys were in the car's ignition, he returned to the wheelbarrow. Another load pushed down to the outside basement door. David paused. "Hey dad, here's your wood," he yelled, then dumped the loaded wheelbarrow down the basement steps. As he walked quickly to his car, he heard the load of wood crash down the steps. He also heard his father's roar of "What the hell are you doing, you shit?" He slid into the driver's seat and started the car, and raced back out of the driveway. Dropping the car into Drive, he drove quickly away. "Now what?" he asked himself as he wound down their road and made a right at the crossroads at the end. "I think you really screwed up," he admonished himself, then tasted the coppery liquid on the back of his tongue again. He drove randomly for a few miles, alternately berating and congratulating himself. He thought about going to his grandparents', but no sense in dumping this on them again. The Sites' were out, they always went away over Thanksgiving. "Man, I have another week," he moaned to himself. He sighed and pulled into the next driveway to turn around. Steeling himself, he began to drive back to his parents'. This really had to be handled. Pulling into the driveway, he saw that his father's truck was gone, but his mom's car was on the carport. He hadn't even opened his door before his mother was out the door and walking toward him. "David, you need to leave," she said, looking up and down the road. "Your father is out looking for you." "Yeah, well, I kinda messed up, I guess." She handed him an envelope. "Here's some money, go stay at the Rambler for a few days until he settles down." "You sure?" "David, just go. I'll call you later. You have to be gone before he gets back. Lynn and I are going to your grandmother's." "Okay, mom, thanks, I guess," David answered. "It'll be okay, David. You made your point. Now go, please?" David nodded and backed out of the driveway. He was getting out of his car in the motel's parking lot when his mother's car pulled in beside him. She rolled down her window as David walked toward the car. "Sorry, mom," David apologized." "It's okay, David. He'll be mad for a few days then settle down. Then he and I will talk it over." "Yeah, I'll put in my two cents," Lynn said from the passenger's seat. David chuckled, "You'll put in more than that." "Whatever." "I'm really sorry," David said again. "What's done is done, David," his mother smiled slightly. "At least you didn't break anything. Well, we'd better go." "Okay, guess I'll see you later." His mother and sister nodded and backed out of the parking space. David gave them a small wave as they pulled onto the main road and went to the motel office to register. Lying on the bed in the room, he first chastised himself for 'going off the head,' then relaxed a little as he thought that it was just another weird chapter in his 21-year-old life. "Never a dull moment," he chuckled out loud then his eyes slipped shut. ****************************************************************************** Another day in the life. Any wonder holidays were stressful? lol Chapter 50 will hopefully be following on the heels of this one.... Please feel free to contact me with any questions or feedback. Thanks! email: fupduckmd@yahoo.com Fup