Date: Mon, 27 Feb 2017 12:49:02 -0700 From: Ocelot Subject: Ashton and Noah Chapter VII Ashton and Noah Chapter VII Okay, here we go again with the usual stuff that precedes the story. This story has sexual interactions betwixt an adult and a minor. If you're not allowed to read this story because of age/location/religion/whatever, stop reading. If this stuff offends you, why are you even here? Go make a fruit salad. As the author of this story, I give a license to Nifty to display this story on their servers. This story is not to be displayed on any other website. Nifty needs all the help it can get. Please, consider a donation so you can continue to enjoy the many stories. Give `til it hurts! "Die? We can't die! We've come too far together! Do something, Ash!" The panic in Noah's voice was like a bucket of cold water, snapping me to full alertness. I looked over, pain shooting through my neck and ribs. He looked totally terrified. I knew that I'd go to hell and back for him. He was worth it. I saw red. Not blood, though plenty of mine was currently in the process of abandoning ship. I saw the red of a being that was totally consumed by hate and fury. I was incandescent with rage! "Stay here. No matter happens, stay here. Get your phone, and call nine one one." I growled this out. I tried to open my door, but that's hard to do with a broken arm. Forcing it open with my right arm, I undid my seatbelt and tumbled out. Using the car door to steady myself, I got to my feet, and pulled out the two collapsible metal batons I kept in the car door pocket. Swaying like a drunken sailor, my equilibrium being on vacation due to knocking my head against the window, I stumbled up to the top of the embankment. Down the road a piece, I saw Noah's father. He was standing next to a stolen police car, cradling the shotgun from its rack. White hot anger, adrenaline, and an unholy fury kept me going. Flicking my right wrist to extend one baton, I kept advancing. "You faggots sure don't know when to give up. I arranged for over a dozen of you ass pirates to be beaten in the showers. It's unnatural. Now, I'm going to eliminate you, and take my boy back. You're not going to stick your dirty fag cock in his ass again!" "That...hasn't...happened yet," I said before coughing up some blood. I needed to end this quick. As he shouldered the shotgun and took aim, I flung the baton at him. It wasn't with any real force, but it was enough so he flinched as the gun went off. Dimly, through the rage, I could feel my leg burn as it was hit. This only served to propel me closer to him until I was able to attack. Extending the other baton, I swung it around over my head like a sword and connected with the barrel as he cycled the shotgun. A pleasant tinkling sound was heard as the shell hit the ground, and the shotgun flew off out of sight. "You no good, lousy, rotten, donkey raping, drug humping, toenail clipping, Joe Montana failure wannabe!" I shouted. I wasn't sure where those words came from, but it was enough to distract him. On my backswing, I connected with his gut. A satisfying "oomf" escaped him as he doubled over. Carefully cradling my ribs with my broken arm, I swung once more horizontally. I connected with his jaw. Rage giving me unholy strength, I heard his jaw break and saw teeth flying. My vision was collapsing to a small tunnel. I didn't have much left before my body had to shut down. Swinging my right arm like a windmill, I swung vertically, and struck him square between his legs. I have no idea if I ruptured anything, but he went down. Dimly, I could hear sirens in the distance. Knowing relief for Noah was at hand, I dropped the baton. I slowly turned around, intending to go back to Noah. My legs gave out, and I bashed my knees against the warm pavement. I pitched forward. The last thing I heard before passing all the way out was Noah's panicked cries. A persistent beeping sound brought me back to consciousness. I kept my eyes closed so I could get a damage report. The damages rolled in. I hurt everywhere from the hair down. At least I was alive. The quality of life ahead of me was yet to be determined. I opened my eyes. Noah was sitting in a chair by my bed, my hand in his. He was dozing. I was able to squeeze his hand, and he woke up. When he saw my eyes opened, he sat up straight. The biggest brightest smile I had ever seen from him light up the room. "Ash! You're awake! How do you feel? No, wait! Let me get the doctor!" He got up, a magazine falling from his lap, and sprinted out yelling for a doctor and that I was awake. Seconds later, a doctor hurried in, followed closely by Noah. His nametag identified him as Doctor Herring. He pulled a penlight from his coat pocket and began to examine my pupillary reflex. "How are you feeling, Ashton?" he asked as he shined his light into my eyes. "Oh, I'm fantastic. I feel like I could fly!" As I said this, I squeezed Noah's hand so he knew he was the reason I could fly. "Good to know you're feeling so positive. The worst has passed, and you're in no immediate danger. I understand you pretty heroic, hauling yourself out of your crashed car and taking on a man with a gun. You were in no shape to do that. The entire medical staff agrees it was nothing short of a miracle." "Always glad to set an example, doc. Shoot straight with me. How am I doing?" I rolled my eyes up and glanced at the machine keeping track of my pulse and blood pressure. Everything seemed okay but that wasn't any indication of how things could be. "Broken arm, ribs, concussion," I tuned him out as he went on. These things were minor compared to what shape Noah was in. My gaze turned to him as the doctor spoke about my recovery. My heart fell as I saw the line of stitches on his forehead. There was another line on his chin and right arm. But he was on his feet. He seemed to be in good shape. If I wasn't in a hospital bed, I'd want to have sex with him. After adjusting the my IV drip, the doctor left. Noah sat down in the chair, and took hold of my hand. Rubbing my thigh, he smiled at me. He reached under the sheets and took hold of my soft cock. Wanting to let him continue, I forced myself to shake my head. "Why, Ash? Am I no longer attractive to you?" He looked pitiful as his eyes filled with tears. "I didn't choose to get cut open. I thought you were better than that!" "I am," I said placing my hand under his chin and making him look me in the eyes. "I still love you. I still want to make love to you. But here's the thing. I'm attached to a machine that's monitoring my pulse. It's also sending my pulse to the nurse station. If we continue, my pulse will go up, and I really don't want to explain why a twelve year old has my erection in his hands." "Oh." I pulled him closer and kissed him. He hugged me. I whispered in his ear that I loved him. His breath shuddered for a moment before he started crying. I just held him and rubbed his back. He pulled away from me for a moment. "I was so scared, Ash. I was scared that you wouldn't make it. Scared that I'd be taken away from you while you were out. I never left your room. I've been here by you since, and I'm so happy you're awake." "How long have I been out?" I asked this, looking around for something to indicate the date and time. All I could see was the sun setting. Or rising. Either way, it was close to the horizion. "Two and a half days. Cyrus has given the green light for the doctors and nurses to give you whatever you needed. I couldn't do that because I'm a minor. He'll be pleased to know you're awake." He pulled his phone out of his pocket, and dialed Cyrus. "Boss, you're awake! That's great news!" The cheery voice of Cyrus came through on the speakerphone. "Yeah, I'm awake. Apparently I did my best Sleeping Beauty routine and came out okay." "Your editor wants to know if this accident and your recovery will affect the next Thomas Halberd novel." That was Cyrus. Once he knew everyone was going to be okay, back to business. "No, I don't think it'll affect it any. I've got Noah to assist me." After chatting for a few more minutes, I was worn out. The sun had gone down behind the mountains. With Noah holding my hand, I closed my eyes and went to sleep. ... Three weeks rolled by before I was released. A rented SUV took Noah and I back to the cabin. I carefully eased my way up the steps and into the living room, Noah carrying my things. I eased down onto the couch, and put my feet up. Though it had a musty smell, it was good to be back home. Noah opened some windows to help air the place out before settling on the couch next to me. He handed me the remote. I turned the TV on, and found a movie that was playing. Cuddling next to me, Noah placed his head on my shoulder as we began watching. It wasn't long before his hand was down my sweatpants, fondling my cock. This time, I didn't stop him. It was just him and me. I shuddered in pleasure as he squeezed my erect six inches. I lifted my butt off the couch, and slid down my sweats, my hard and throbbing cock popped free. Squeezing my cock, Noah bent down, and licked the shaft. Slowly, he placed the head in his mouth, and swirled his tongue on my cockhead. Taking all he could into his mouth, he began sucking it. I leaned back and closed my eyes. This felt good. This felt so very good. "I missed this, Noah. You're getting to be good at sucking my dick." I exhaled this as a wave of pleasure coursed through me as he began licking my balls. "I missed this too, Ash. I wanted to make love to you so many times these past few weeks, but we couldn't." He then continued sucking my circumcised dick. I tapped him his shoulder. He locked his blue eyes on mine with a questioning look on his face, and his mouth full of cock. I pointed to my shirt, and he carefully removed it. He placed his mouth back on my dick. I wound my fingers through his long blonde locks. His head bobbed up and down on my dick. Soon, I was teetering on the edge of orgasm. After a few more moments, I shuddered as my orgasm flowed through me. Noah stroked my shaft as I shot my load. It spurted out like a geyser. After wiping his hand and my cock clean, Noah smiled at me. "Welcome home, Ash. I'm glad you're back safe." "It's good to be home. I'm glad you're here to keep me company. School's out for you, so we'll have plenty of time to be together." I gently kissed the scars he had acquired from the crash. "When you go back to school in the fall, you'll have an interesting story to tell your new classmates." "My new classmates?" he asked, looking at me. "Yeah. I figured we'd stick around here a few more weeks, and then head back to my house. We'd live there permanent. This cabin was just for relaxing and vacations." His eyes shone with excitement. "So I'd go to a new school and meet new people and make new friends?" Wrapping an arm around him, I said "Yes. The commute from home to here would be a killer every day." "Thanks, Ash! I'm pretty excited about it!" Burrowing closer to me, he gave me a kiss and placed his head on my chest. "I never have left here, so I'm pretty excited to see new things and go to new places. I'm so glad you came into my life, Ash. You've made it so much better!" "I think it was you who came into my life," I said, thinking of the circumstances of us meeting. "Regardless, I'm glad I came here. I love you so much and I'd do anything for you." "I love you too, Ash." "We'll go all sorts of places. Theme parks, national parks, dog parks, and car parks. We'll even go international. France, Italy, England, and Switzerland. How does that sound?" He looked at me, full of curiosity. "Why would we go to Europe? Why not Japan? You like anime. I like anime. It's the land of anime." I smiled. This kid was perceptive. "The places in Europe are for work. We could go to Japan for vacation. I wouldn't mind that. Maybe we'd be like Phileas Fogg and go around the world in eighty days." "But the Thomas Halberd novels are set in America. Why would you need to go to Europe for them?" Giving him a smile and a wink, I said, "You'll see. When the time comes, you'll understand completely. Anyway, it's lunchtime, how about something to eat?" Hopping up, he settled me back down on the couch. "I'll take care of it. You just sit here; watch TV and I'll bring it on a tray." Watching Noah head into the kitchen, I leaned back against the couch, and closed my eyes. I didn't even bother to pull my sweats back up. I still wasn't a hundred percent, but each day I was improving. I must have dozed off, because soon, Noah was shaking my shoulder. He had made some lunch for us. He had it carefully arranged on a television tray, and as he snuggled up against my side, we ate and continued watching. We had a pleasant time together. Each day, we'd get up, and take a walk around the woods. This served the double purpose of getting my leg back into shape, and we could also mark on a map of the property fallen trees we could turn into firewood. We didn't have any definite plans for coming back during the winter months, but I liked to plan ahead if we did come back. After getting back to the cabin, Noah massaged my leg as I did bicep curls to strengthen my arm. After the exercising was finished, we showered. It was one of the best parts of the day. Being naked with him in the steamy shower, and kissing him all over was just the prelude to us winding up in bed making love. We also did more than have sex. With the regular inspections from Jensen and Hardy, the Social Services ladies, we made sure to keep up the false fronts. We artfully made sure Noah's bedspread was never rumpled the same way twice in a row. Noah made sure not to thoroughly clean his sink, so there'd be traces of toothpaste in the sink. I did my part to make sure there was always healthy food in the cupboards, and that though we slept together, our clothes were always in our separate rooms. After their usual inspection, I sat down with them to talk. They asked their questions of how well I was taking care of Noah, if I wanted to continue, and so forth. After they were finished, it was my turn. "So, here's my home address. Later this week, Noah and I will go back there permanently. This cabin is just a vacation spot. Where I live, I can write and do research more effectively than out here. The big library downtown has excellent resources that I use for my books." I sat there nervously, hoping I'd be able to go back home with Noah. I hadn't been told that I couldn't take him back to my home which was out of state, but then again, I hadn't been told I could, either. "I see. We'll have to get in touch with Social Services where you live, and coordinate with them for continuing inspections. They'll forward their reports to us, and in October, the judge will make a final decision." Jensen scribbled on a notepad while Hardy said this. "As the school year starts, Noah's teachers will be interviewed regarding his appearance, hygiene, and homework accomplishments. Just because he'll be gone for school doesn't mean you'll be able to neglect him for your work." Hardy said this while Jensen did the scribbling. "Of course. I completely understand. Noah is old enough to take care of himself, but that doesn't mean I won't stop looking after him or making sure he's doing well. I said I'd be his guardian, and I'll be more than that. I want to be the father he should have had, and give him the love he's been denied." After some more talking, they finished up and left. Noah came up to me, and sat down by me. After snuggling next to me, we sat in silence for a few minutes until Noah spoke. "So, we're heading home soon?" "Yeah. We'll pack and get the cabin ready after dinner, and head out tomorrow morning." I thought of all the things needed to be done. I also thought of the new truck sitting in the garage. It was a Toyota Tacoma, four wheel drive, and it drove nicely. Cyrus had gone car shopping for me, and had it delivered. "Okay, Ash," Noah said. "We can get started now, and have more time tonight to relax." "You're a smart kid," I said, ruffling his hair. "Let's get going." After dinner, we cuddled on the couch, and after connecting my laptop to the television, I introduced Noah to Star Wars. We watched Episode IV, V, and were partway through Episode I when we began yawning. Instead of watching them in numerical order, or the order they were released, we were going to watch them the order of IV, V, I, II, III, and VI. I wasn't really a fan of Episode VII, so we wouldn't go out of our way to watch it. It was basically a retelling of IV. The next day, we climbed into the truck, and I backed us out of the garage, and we went down the driveway. We stopped at the gas station, and filled up the tank. As I pulled onto the interstate, facing the horizon, I spoke. "Call Cyrus. Tell him hoist the colors. We're coming home." So there we are, Chapter VII. I hope you enjoyed it. If not, perhaps you'll like Chapter VIII. It'll come out when it's ready. I have to go shovel some snow now. It's really coming down. Questions? Comments? Smart remarks? Waffle recipes? The atomic weight of cobalt? Directions on how to make root beer? The difference between ketchup and a tomato smoothie? The frequency with which one should tap the tapioca? 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