Nathan

Carlos sat there with Nathan’s head on his stomach, the boy was still in a deep sleep. He was pleased, because nature was healing the lad, and hopefully he’d wake a little different as the burden he’d carried all his life wouldn’t be so heavy on his shoulders. He stroked Nathe’s hair softly and just breathed in his youthful scent.

His mobile started to ring, he reached over to see the name, it was Marco, who was rather inebriated. “Hello darling, I know it’s late but I’ve been sitting here worrying about young Nathan, is he OK?”

Carlos whispered into the phone, “He’s sleeping at the moment, I’m trapped as he’s actually asleep on me"

Marco spoke back, “I’ve been thinking Carlos. You know my house in Mustique? well, I want you and young Nathan to have it for as long as you want, I mean, not live in it full time dear, just for a holiday, ok? Let me know when you want to go and I’ll get Anthony to alert the housekeeper” “Honestly Marco, you really don’t have" Marco interrupted him, “Carlos, sweetie, the boy needs some form of recuperation, he needs to be alone with you, and he just needs time to reset himself. Anyway, you’ve been working far too hard and you’ll burn yourself out if you’re not careful. What use is a clapped-out old muscle Mary to young Nathan, if you can’t perform, huh? I’m going now, I need my beauty sleep, sleep tight and give young Nathan my love"

That was it, Marco cut the call, and Carlos put down the phone.

He sat there thinking, maybe Marco was right, he did need a holiday and the place was so tranquil that it help would Nathe to repair himself mentally. Yes, yes, they’d go.

The lad stirred and opened his eyes, he looked sleepily up at Carlos and smiled. Carlos whispered to him, “You OK sweetie?” Nathan giggled, “Sweetie?!” “Oh God Nathe, I’ve just been speaking with Marco, his words are kind of

infectious” Nathe giggled again, “Carlos, if you start swishing about in a blouse and calling me sweetie, I won’t know what to do” Carlos roared with laughter, “Baby boy, you know that ain’t ever gonna happen”.

“Listen, I’ve something to ask you. How would you, Nathan James, like to go on holiday with me Carlos Garido Garcia to Marco’s house, in Mustique?”

Nathan looked concerned, “Well, it’s difficult, I haven’t got that much money, I couldn’t afford the airfare”. “Baby boy, it’s on me. I’m not expecting you to be out of pocket. Marco never, ever, let’s anyone stay in his house, so we’re very privileged”. Carlos stroked Nathan’s hair softly, “Please baby boy, we both need to get away and you really need to relax and try and put the past behind you"

Nathan stared vacantly at the ceiling, Carlos was right, he already felt better now his demons were out in the open. It had been a really stressful day, “OK I’ll go” he said. Carlos leaned down and kissed the lads’ lips softly. “Nathey baby, l can’t tell you how much I love you, and after what happened today, I love you even more. You do know I’ll always be here to protect you, don’t you? I want us to grow old together, and no matter what, you’ll always be my boy”.

Those words made Nathans heart sing, and gave him the fuzziest feeling in his stomach. He looked into Carlos’s eyes and said, “I love you Mr Garido Garcia”.

The next morning Carlos was up at six am for his run, and as Nathe had taken the day off, he was still out cold in bed.On Carlos’s return, he jumped straight in the shower, he’d decided he was going to phone in sick, something he’d never done before. So, he made up some story about getting food poisoning and then started to make Nathans favourite breakfast, beans on toast with, lashings of ketchup. As he was squeezing some juice Nathan appeared bleary eyed with half a lob on.

Under normal circumstances Carlos would have taken advantage of the situation, but he was very weary of what had gone on the day before and didn’t want to upset Nathan by trying it on.The boy walked up to Carlos and put his arms around him, pressing his hardness into his man’s back. Carlos was that close to spinning the boy around and eating his arse and fucking him, but on this occasion he exercised good self control.

“Nathey, I need to have a chat with you, I’ve got a number for you to ring, it’s just someone you can talk to if you need to talk about what happened in the past.” Nathan looked pained, he’d kept this secret deep inside and if he hadn’t seen David yesterday it would have gone with him to his grave.

“Carlos, the only person that ever knew about this was my granddad and my brother as he was there too” Carlos felt physically sick, as Nathan’s brother was younger than him. “Nathey, did he rape your brother too?” “I can’t remember, I know he was there with me, but I only remember bits of what happened. Carlos, this actually happened for over two years"

The man stood frozen listening to his boys’ words, how, could anyone, do such a thing? Nathan’s brother was two years younger that him! He put his arms around his Prince and held him tightly. “Nathe, you really need to phone that guy, he’ll help you I promise, I bet my life on it”. Nathan spoke, I promise, now where’s my beans on toast.

Nathan was very quiet during the day he toyed with phoning the number, but kept putting it off, eventually it got the better of him and he rang. A woman answered who he presumed was the secretary, the therapist had a cancellation that afternoon so Carlos ran him there in his car and sat in the reception area waiting for him to come out.

A good-looking man with a beard and glasses called out Nathe’s name, Carlos squeezed his hand and told him it would be fine.

He went in the room, there were two high backed chairs, the therapist sat in one and introduced himself as Tom. He was a specialist in child rape and was also gay, so he would help Nathan to talk about his experience and although he’d never forget what happened, the memories wouldn’t be so painful and they may even fade away.

“Nathan, how old were you when you had your first encounter with this man?” Nathe started to quietly sob, “I was six and my brother was four, we found a den in the woods and used to play in it. One day we went to play and there was a man there fiddling with himself. I was fascinated, I knew what he was doing was wrong.

The first session with Tom lasted for over an hour. Nathan left the room pale and red-eyed through the tears he’d cried, and as he made his next appointment, Carlos spoke with Tom. “Hi, I’m Carlos, was Nathe OK during the session?”

“I’m really sorry Carlos, I can’t Discuss anything with you at all, due to patient confidentiality. Are you, is guardian?” Carlos spoke again, actually, I’m his boyfriend”

“Oh sorry, didn’t realise, I hope you don’t think I was being rude?” “Don’t worry, I’m just concerned he’s gone be ok that’s all” Nathan walked up the two men, and Carlos put his arm around him, “You OK Nathey?”, he shrugged his shoulders and said “I'll get there”

On the way home Nathe developed a really bad headache, these things are common when you’ve dredged all kinds stuff up you’ve kept hidden all your life. They got home and Carlos ran his Prince a bath. Nathe lay there, up to his neck in bubbles for a good half hour and Carlos kept bringing in cold compresses for his forehead.

The last time he came in Nathe had tears streaming down his face, Carlos stroked his hair “We’ll get there Nathey, I’ll be with you every step of the way”

That night Nathan James slept deeply with his head on Carlos’s chest. While the Centurion protected his boy.