Andrew's Misplaced Trust

Chapter 21 - Andrew's Super Hero isn't a boy lover, yet.

There may be some real events that inspired parts of this, but I have to tell you this is fantasy fiction.

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Boys are to be loved, cherished and cared for. Never hurt!

Have you ever wanted to laugh, I mean really laugh, an infectious little boy belly laugh, just because? I need to laugh. It feels so good to laugh.

"What? Andrew, I would never want to do that to you. I want to find that bastard and give him a piece of my mind, but I'm going to let the police handle him. After what I suspect he did to you and Ricky, he deserves to go to jail. Andrew, please listen to Sarah. She wants to help."

Just as he finished, the officer returned. "Kid, you said there were other boys living there?"

"Yes, there were four other boys."

"We found two bodies buried in the rubble. They're still looking for more."

"Do you know who they are?" Andrew started to tear up, fearing he had lost his friends.

"We don't know yet, but anything you can do to help us identify them will help."

"I only know their first names, but I'll try to help if you stop threatening to take me to jail."

"Well, we need to see how your buddy Ricky does. He's not doing so well. Once we check out the story, we will make a decision, but if we find out you did this, you'll be in jail for a long time. The older boys will just love to have a new toy to play with if the old men you fucked didn't make you too loose." The officer smirked.

Ethan was pissed. He grabbed the officer by the collar and pushed him away from Andrew, where he couldn't be heard. Andrew heard a loud bang from behind the curtain. Ethan had slammed the officer against the wall. "Fuck off and stop threatening this boy! He's a victim too. Why are you being such an ass? He did what he did to survive. Do you think he willingly did that? What the fuck is wrong with you? This isn't over."

"The boy's a little slut. He deserves what he got. I heard him and he's right. Maybe he would have been better off dead. And you, Mr. Fireman, I'm going to press assault charges against you!"

Ethan wanted to deck this asshole, but figured he was already risking it, and if he went to jail, he couldn't help Andrew. His father always taught him to care and look out for others and for some reason he needs to help Andrew. "Go ahead asshole, but be prepared for all of your dark secrets to come out. Fuck You!" Ethan screamed and released the cop's collar, and the cop walked away. Ethan didn't know if the cop really had any secrets, but he had a very strange feeling around the guy. Ethan's face was red, and his whole body was shaking. He turned and slumped against the wall.

After a minute to calm down, Ethan walked back over to Andrew's bed. Andrew had been talking to Sarah, but he was still agitated. "Andrew, I got him to leave you alone. We will work it all out. I'm not going to let anyone hurt you. He's a fucking asshole. Sorry Andrew, I shouldn't swear around you, but he is." Ethan leaned over to hug Andrew, and just as he got his arms around him, Andrew pushed him away with his good arm.

"Fuck off! Leave me alone. I don't know what you want, but I'm out of here." Andrew jumped off the bed. The hospital gown stuck to the bed, and he realized he was stark naked. He was also a bit wobbly since his leg was hurt from the fall and landing under the ladder. He didn't care. Fight or flight instincts kicked in. He pulled the sheet off the bed and tried to wrap it around him. He was seeing red as rage took over. His hearing went silent and his ears started ringing. He had tunnel vision and nothing was going to stop him. "Fuck it!" he exclaimed as he dropped the sheet and hobbled toward the door. Ethan was shocked but also laughing, and he came up behind him and swooped him off his feet. He carried Andrew back to the bed and set him down. Andrew was punching him with his good arm the entire time and screaming. Tears were streaming down his face. He was hyperventilating until his world went dark. This was just like when his daddy raped him. His world closed in and went dark. Ethan laid him down on the hospital bed and sat there holding the boy until he came to.

When Andrew opened his eyes, they were face to face. Ethan's arms were holding Andrew like a baby. Andrew was naked in Ethan's arms. Andrew began to cry, sobbing, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

Andrew was already worn out from the entire ordeal, but having had this rage incident was very much like a panic attack. He felt vulnerable, alone yet comforted. The man holding him really did care. Andrew knew he had hit him, and the man stayed and continued to hold and cradle him.

"Sssh, it's okay little man." Ethan brushed Andrew's hair out of his eyes and wiped up the tears. He gave him a peck on the cheek. "Can I get some water over here?" he asked. Sarah handed him her water bottle. Ethan opened the cap and put the bottle to Andrew's lips. "Drink this, buddy. You have been through a lot."

Andrew was starting to notice the real man, the one that cared for him and held him. He really thought that Ethan was hot. He was standing in front of the entire emergency department in his tee shirt and boxers, cradling a naked 12-year-old boy. He was gentle and lovingly calmed him down. Andrew's cock reacted and was poking Ethan in the side. Ethan smiled and locked eyes with the boy, but didn't say anything. Andrew was calm now. "Why, why do you care?" Andrew asked.

"Because that's who I am. If you give me a chance, you'll understand. Everything is going to be okay." Ethan nodded at Sarah, who pulled the sheet off the floor and covered Andrew while he kept holding him. Andrew was still shaking because of his rage. "Andrew, you're going to be OK." Ethan was kind of rocking Andrew as he held him.

Andrew still wanted to run. He didn't trust these people, but he realized he was hurt and couldn't run until he healed a bit. "Please, don't send me back. Please don't put me in a shitty foster home. I'm scared."

Ethan's arms felt so good. Andrew felt something he had never felt before. It was unconditional love, warmth, security, calming. All things he felt with other people, but never all of them from just one person. He just wanted to be held. It felt so good. This man kept telling him it was going to be okay. Maybe it will be. The man didn't know him, but already he could feel the love. He even kissed Andrew on the cheek. How could a total stranger make him feel this way.

Andrew began to go back to his negative place. "No, I can't be lured into this. He's just like these fucking John's that don't want anything but to please themselves. I'm going to use him to get what I want." He thought.

Their faces were nearly touching. Andrew could feel Ethan's breath on his cheek. The heat from his forehead was on his.

Ethan was still holding and cradling Andrew. Ethan felt a strange electricity holding this boy. A feeling he'd never felt before. His heart was warm. He wanted this boy to be his boy. He didn't understand these feelings. Was it love? Was it sexual? He was so confused, but he knew he needed to be there for this boy. How could he have such strong feelings for a little boy. "Stop it, Ethan" he told himself.

Meanwhile, Andrew was trying to figure out what to do. He thought, "I know I need help and he is good looking. Maybe if I let him fuck me, he would help me out." So the plan was to seduce Ethan and get his way.

Andrew leaned up to Ethan's face, hoping to return the kiss but on the lips. As he got close enough, Ethan turned his head, thinking Andrew was going to whisper something to him. Instead of a lip to lip kiss, he ended up kissing him on the cheek and whispering, "Thanks for saving me, I want you to fuck me."

Ethan jerked and quickly set Andrew down. He turned to Sarah "Leave us for a minute please." He was as white as a ghost. Was this boy out of his mind?

Andrew was thinking, "Did I scare him or did I just find out his secret?"

Sarah went outside the curtain, but the lighting made it so everyone could see she was still standing there. They both decided to whisper so she couldn't hear.

"Andrew, I don't want to do that to you. I just want to help you out."

"Sshhh. I know you want it, and I want to do it for you. I help you and you help me. I really enjoy it, and I know you would too."

"It's not like that, Andrew. I don't want you that way."

"Then why are you helping me? I'm naked, you were holding me and looking into my eyes. You kissed me, you saw my boner, I know you wanted me. I'm pretty sure you were chubbing up. You're only in your boxers. I could see it!"

Ethan hadn't noticed, but he was half way chubbed up. He had to admit to himself, holding a naked boy was giving him some feelings he's never had before, but this was not the time or place to be thinking that way. Besides, he's never wanted a boy. In fact, he really hadn't thought about having anyone until now. His life was busy with the foundation and his work.

"No, um, I don't want you that way, Andrew. I want to help. How many times do I have to say it. And see, I'm not aroused by you." He flipped his hand across his fly. His cock had deflated but had left a small wet spot.

Andrew could tell by his tone that he was unsure about his feelings and figured he would deal with that later.

"Andrew, my father always told me to help people. I told you he has an organization that helps runaway and homeless kids. I want to help you because it's the right thing to do. Nobody deserves to be homeless, especially a kid."

"But you don't know me. You don't know what I've done."

"I don't care, you deserve to have a chance. I don't know all of the kids we help, but I'm glad I can help them have a better life, and I just know you deserve one. Please give me a chance to help you. Something deep inside me tells me that you are going to be OK and I want to, no, need to, be the one to help you."

Thinking quickly, Andrew realized maybe Ethan's dad could help him better than this Sarah lady. "Can your dad help me?"

"Andrew, I'll find out. Hang tight. Let me go make a call. Now don't try to run because that officer that was here earlier isn't as nice when he catches someone running away naked." He laughed as he stepped out and pulled Sarah away from the curtain.

"Sarah, this boy needs help. Look how bad his friend is. Two others are dead. We can't let him get hurt like that. If you force him into a group home, which is probably your only option, he's going to grow up hating the system and learning how to play it. This kid is smart and he's sweet. What can we do."

"Ethan, don't confuse the fact that you rescued him with thinking he's a good kid. Shit, you rescued a puppy, but you don't know anything about it. Is it going to bite you? Is it house trained? Ethan, let me do my job. What about the other boy?"

"Sarah, I haven't met Ricky, but I saved Andrew. Besides, I bet he is house trained." They laughed. "Sarah, open your fucking eyes. This is a real human, an innocent kid, not a number. Have some compassion. You got into this job because you cared, what the hell happened to you?"

Sarah was shocked as Ethan rarely swore. "Fuck Ethan, you're right. Maybe I've been in this too long. Although based on what I think he's experienced, innocent isn't the word for him. Shit Ethan, he probably has had more dick than you!"

"Ha, maybe, but Sarah, find your heart again. I know the system sucks, but learn how to play it. Help me help him, or at least try."

They sat there for a moment, both in deep thought.

"Sarah, hear me out. I know this sounds crazy, but I need you to listen to me and tell me if I am nuts. I'm going to be out on medical leave for at least 30 days, per department rules. Apparently, trying to fly from a burning building gets you a nice vacation."

"Let the boy come home with me. Let me work with him. Give me a chance to help him out. I'll take him over to my dad's foundation, where he can see that people actually care. You know me and know I would never hurt him."

"Ethan, you're absolutely nuts. This boy could run away on you, he could steal from you, he could hurt you." Ethan started laughing.

"Sarah, you're the one that's nuts. You're forgetting who just caught him, and I don't have much for him to steal. He's a little boy with a broken arm. How much can he hurt me?"

"I don't know, maybe he'll bash you in the head with his purple arm while you sleep."

They both started laughing. As they calmed down, Sarah thought about it, and then she simply said, "OK, but don't tell me I told you so. You have 30 days to be a dad, but I'll be checking on you every couple of days. We will use your dad's foundation as the responsible party since he is licensed as an emergency shelter."

"Sarah, let me tell him. When can I take him home?"

"Well, technically I need to get paperwork in place, but considering the time and situation, just take him and I'll come by tomorrow. You're already a public servant and registered with your dad's organization, so it's just like if I were to take him home. We've both been up all night, so let's go rest. See if you can find out more about him, like, oh, his full name? I can do paperwork for Andrew Doe in the meantime. I'll get you authorized as an emergency foster as well, but the foundation should be fine for a few days."

Ethan got up and went over and opened the curtain. "Andrew, buddy, it looks like I can spring you from this joint."

Andrew had a strange look on his face. Ethan looked back at him strangely before Andrew said "What?"

"You get to come home with me?"

"What? Live with you in the fire station?" Andrew's mind was racing. Was he going to sleep there? Were the other firefighters going to want sex? In Andrew's mind, men only wanted boys for sex. He loved sex, but that's all he could think was going to happen, just like at the church. Although he did want to know if they had a group shower and if he could get to see a bunch of naked firemen.

"No silly, we only live there for 3 days a week. You get to come home with me. I have a small house. It's not much, but I know you'll like it. Let me find you something to wear so we can get you out of here."

Ethan came back with some pink scrub pants and a green scrub top. "Sorry buddy, the smallest scrub pants were women's but we will find you something once we get out of here."

Andrew was torn. He felt a connection to Ethan. He didn't think Ethan wanted to hurt him, but he was suspicious since he knew about Andrew's past and why would someone that didn't know him or want sex offer to take him in? He figured, in any case, it beats the group home. Ethan pulled on his uniform pants and rolled up his jacket and fire pants and set them on Andrew's bed.

Andrew figured he could reach out to the pastor, or the man who wanted him to be his boy. At least Ethan would buy him some time.

Ethan got Andrew up and helped him dress. They started to leave. "Ethan, my stuff!" Ethan looked at Andrew and said, "But it's all cut up."

"Ethan! I need it, especially my backpack!" Andrew's stash of cash was in there. It was a lot of money.

Ethan looked at the boy, and I'm sure he realized that was all he had left in the world. What could be so important about a backpack? The kid had been through a lot. He would deal with that later. He grabbed Andrew's bag and carried it with his things and held Andrew up with his other arm as they walked out the door. The cop was there and asked if they needed a ride. Andrew immediately thought, "Fuck, this is a setup."

Andrew grabbed his bag from Ethan, knocking his clothes to the ground and started running. His leg hurt, but at least he'd been standing for a few minutes to get to the door.

"Andrew!" Ethan yelled. "Don't make me come get you again. He's giving us a ride to the fire station so I can get my car."

"Bullshit, you're taking me to jail!"

End of Andrew's Misplaced Trust - Chapter 21 - Andrew Thomas