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Chapter 9: My Ollie’s Missing
My Ollie is missing. It can’t be possible. He kissed me goodbye only a few hours ago… His excited, scruffy face, framed by his blond curls, melted my heart as he gleefully left for the first day of his second co-op term. The first day leaving from our house, not from Dad and Ted’s. We may have fallen in love quickly by any standard, but our love is as deep and strong as any that’s ever existed. Ollie’s my world.
But now… now my world was threatening to come crashing down around me. All because of Ted’s unexpected texts. My phone call with him didn’t help at all. He simply reiterated “Ollie never showed up at the office. And his phone is either broken or he’s just not answering.” I quickly confirmed Ted’s findings - twice.
I was fighting to not just shut down, but I was already barely able to function. The break room felt claustrophobic; my heart was in my throat. Patients were waiting for me, but all I could think about was Ollie. I was failing to keep my panic from rising as my Dad, Chris, rushed in. His face was serious but calm.
He gently stated, “From your face, I’m guessing you’ve heard something.”
I blinked, trying to pull myself together. “I just talked to Ted. Ollie never showed up at work this morning. And… no one can get in touch with him.”
Chris’s expression softened, but his voice was steady. “I know, son. I just found out that Ollie’s in the ER at John Peter Smith Hospital. He’s being treated for a head wound, possibly a concussion.” He hesitated before adding, “And… he’s in police custody.”
I felt like the floor was falling out from under me. My father saw it in my eyes and stepped forward to pull me into a tight hug. In a knowing voice only parents can muster, he said, “He’ll be okay.” Then added, “I’ve already called Alex, and he’s going to meet us at JPS. He assured me that he’d be there in thirty. Corey, our pup’s been hurt, and he’s going to need you to be strong for him. We’ll get through this together.”
I let out a shuddering breath and broke down, crying into Dad’s scrubs. I needed to let it all out before seeing Ollie. I knew we could handle whatever was happening. But I feared that our nightmare was only just beginning.
Chapter 10: Please Step Out of the Car
I was on top of the world. A new co-op term! More new friends to make, and the best part? I was leaving for work from our house. My life with my Norse God felt like a dream come true. I could still feel his kiss on my lips as I drove, humming along to my 90’s alternative music playlist, completely lost in my happiness.
That was, until the flashing red and blue lights in my rearview mirror snapped me back to reality.
Frak. I wasn’t usually the type of guy who got pulled over. Was I doing anything wrong? Maybe they just needed to pass? I signaled and eased my Bronco onto the shoulder, expecting the cruiser to keep on going. Instead, it pulled over right behind me.
My heart pounded in my chest. I wasn’t speeding. Had I missed a sign? Before I could spin too far out of control, the officer approached my window, and… holey carp. He looked like something out of a movie; six foot tall, dark haired, five o’clock shadow - before eight o’clock in the morning - imposing, with a stern look in his eyes, but yet still not… threatening. I rolled my window down as my inner monologue quickly practiced its most respectful ‘Yes, sir’s and ‘No, sir’s.
“Good morning officer. Can I help you?” I gambled that originality wasn’t appropriate in a situation like this.
His stern face softened a little, and he looked at me with an expression that was something like a resigned anguish. “Morning. Can I see your license, son?”
I awkwardly wriggled and eventually freed my wallet from my khakis and handed him my Michigan driver’s license. His eyes flicked between me and the card. His face flashed a momentary look of definite regret.
“Oliver, I’m going to need you to step out of the vehicle.”
Wait, what? My stomach dropped. “Okay… did I… er, am I… I’m sorry. Is something wrong?" I was doing everything in my power not to freak out.
His face softened further. “Oliver, It’s okay. I’m Officer Barrett. You’re not in trouble - according to me - I think I know what’s going on, but I need you to step out of the vehicle for a while. We’ll need to wait for backup.”
Backup? What the frak? Confused, I unbuckled and climbed out of my Bronco. The officer’s eyes widened for a second, probably surprised at how big I was. “Damn, son, you’re a tall one!”
It almost made me smile. Nervous as I was, his words encouraged me to meekly reply, “I promise I’ll go peacefully.”
That earned me a chuckle. “I appreciate that,” he said, clapping me on the shoulder almost like we were buddies. “You go by Oliver?”
“I prefer ‘Ollie’ if that’s okay,” I said, feeling a little more at ease.
“Alright, Ollie. I’m sorry, but we’ve got a bit of a situation here. We have to wait for another officer to be present, and then we’ll explain everything. Just… hang tight, alright?”
“Officer Barrett? I was on my way to work. It’s kind of an important day. Can I call my mentor, er boss, Ted and let him know I’m going to be late? I don’t want him to worry.” I wasn’t sure why, but it felt like that might be asking too much.
Officer Barrett gave my question serious consideration. “Would you be okay with a compromise? How about you dial, hand me your phone, and I’ll let Ted know you’re alright, and that you’ll call him later?”
I nodded and got my phone out. I quickly discovered that my request was pointless. I looked at my phone in shock. All I saw was an “SOS” where my cell signal strength bars should be. I looked up at Officer Barrett with disbelief on my face, “Um, I’m sorry sir, my phone has no service.” Dark clouds of understanding started forming in the back of my mind.
Before I could piece any more together, a second cruiser pulled up and parked in front of my Bronco, blocking me in. A new officer stepped out and Officer Barrett walked over to greet him. From what I could see, it was obvious that their conversation was as serious as it gets. In the end, they exchanged a look that made my stomach churn. I watched as Officer Barrett returned, his face displaying a palpable burden of responsibility. He rested his hand on my shoulder. His touch was comforting, but his expression was serious.
“Ollie, I need to ask you something. Is Richard Carson your father?”
I started to get light headed. More dark clouds were forming. “Uh… yeah. Why?”
Officer Barrett let out a slow sigh. “Ollie, I get the feeling you’re a good guy. I can see it from how you’ve handled yourself with me this morning. In fact, I’d be honored if you were my son. So, I cannot imagine what your father is thinking. Richard Carson reported this vehicle stolen last Friday. We don’t have a choice; we’re going to have to impound your vehicle and take you into custody.”
My legs wobbled as I tried to process what he just said. Everything around me started to lose its color; my dark clouds whirled into a maelstrom. Father had followed through with his intentions, unfortunately, three months before I expected.
“Stolen…” I barely managed to whisper before I suddenly felt I couldn’t get enough air in my lungs. I desperately started gulping in as much as I could. I knew I was hyperventilating. Before I could calm myself, my Whataburger breakfast decided to turn against me.
I doubled over, and violently emptied my stomach onto the gravel-covered shoulder. My storm clouds started spinning faster, my heart was hammering away, blood screaming in my ears. I guess I raised my head too quickly, and the world dissolved into static. I whispered a faint “Corey” as consciousness left my body. The last thing I felt was a blinding pain at the back of my skull as I hit the ground. Everything immediately faded into black.
Chapter 11: Protector Mode Engaged
Dad canceled his midday appointments making sincere apologies to his waiting patients. I scrambled and called in every favor I had, to get my fellow nurses to cover for me for the rest of the day. They had my back. After an anxious hour, we made it to the waiting room of John Peter Smith’s ER. It was apparently a bad day for a lot of people; the voices of dozens of worried family members echoed around us. Our scrubs helped us breeze past check-ins until we reached the ER nurse’s station.
“Corey!” My old friend Paul called out when he saw us. “Y’all slumming it, or do you want to come back and start helping us out at county again? We could use some real RNs!”
I smiled, genuinely relieved to meet a familiar face, “Hey Paul!” I hugged him. “We’re here on family business, what room is Ollie, er, Oliver Carson, in?”
Paul looked at his computer screen. “Woah, I’m sorry, but I need to know exactly how he’s a part of your family. The police are involved.”
I know how stressed my face had to look, “He’s my boyfriend and Chris and Ted are basically his fathers. Please?”
Paul’s face radiated friendly sympathy, “Hey my man, you need to marry him ASAP.” He winked. “You know protocol, but give me a sec, let me go talk to the officers and I’ll be right back.”
Paul left his desk, and I tracked him like a linebacker with his eye on the opposing team’s quarterback, poised to break through if I had to. I caught the number on the room he stopped at, burning it into my mind. One way or another, I was getting into that room soon. No one was keeping me away from my Ollie.
Thankfully, after reaching the doorway and having a brief conversation, Paul looked back and smiled. Smiled?! And waved for me and Dad to join him. I didn’t exactly run, but that’s all I can say.
As Dad and I approached, we heard laughter - lots of it. Peering through the doorway, we saw two burly police officers seated on either side of Ollie’s bed, grinning and chuckling. Recounting the morning’s events to the third officer standing at the foot of bed. The most classic-looking police officer I had ever seen had his hand on Ollie’s shoulder as he laughed out, “… And then my man Ollie here went pale as a ghost! Before I could grab him, he did a full-on faint, head-first into the only nasty piece of concrete in sight!”
I didn’t think it was funny at all, but I noticed Ollie was laughing too as I burst into the room. And gave everyone a look that said I was Ollie’s mate, protector, and that y’all had better explain exactly what the fuck was going on.
The man with his hand on Ollie’s shoulder looked up seeing me barge in and immediately read my look. He held a friendly hand up. “I’m assuming that you’re the ‘Norse God’ we’ve been hearing all about? Believe me sir, this boy loves you and I’m so sorry I allowed him to get hurt under my watch.” His expression was absolutely sincere.
I managed a dazed but polite handshake with the officer, trying to keep my voice steady. “I’m Corey Rainer, nice to meet you. Mind filling me in on exactly what’s going on here?”
Before Officer Barrett could answer, I realized that the man at the foot of the bed was Captain Alex Williams. He moved near me and gave my arm a reassuring pat. “Kevin here,” he said, gesturing to the police officer poster boy, “will fill you in on everything. No need to worry. Stand down.” He gave me a warm smile. “I’m going to take your dad out to the hall and catch him up. Your boy’s a bit banged up, but he’ll be alright. And now he’s got an even bigger team fighting for him.”
With that, he and Dad stepped out, leaving me with the officers around Ollie’s bed.
I remembered my goal and found my Ollie’s eyes. He was beaming up at me, but as I moved to his side, I noticed his gauze-wrapped curls and IV. As he reached up and pulled me into a much-needed hug, my heart finally slowed. “Hey pup,” I whispered, positioning my head to kiss him, unable to hold back a few tears of relief.
“Ollie, what happened? Are you okay? Why… why did any of this happen?”
Ollie chuckled hazily, “Corey, I think I’m a little buzzed… and I really like it. Oopsss, probably shouldn’t say that in front of Ossifers Barrett and Calhoun here. He grinned up at them, adding, “But seriously, other than arresting me, they’re the coolest cops on the planet. Can we invite them to the pool sometime?”
I let out a short laugh, shaking my head. “Alright, pup, let’s save the party invites for later. For now, you just rest, and I’ll get the full story from your new friends.” I gave the officers a nod, motioning for them to join me outside the room.
I noticed Dad and Alex deep in conversation a few doors down as I turned to “Kevin” and Officer Calhoun. I kept my tone steady, even though my nerves were shot. “I don’t know the story yet, but I appreciate you both looking out for my boyfriend. Thank you. Now, could you fill me in on what exactly happened?”
Kevin met my eyes, his expression sincere. “First off, Mr. Rainer, you’re a lucky man. Everyone could use someone like Ollie in their lives. He’s one engaging, resourceful guy. He’s shared a lot about his situation and how you stepped up for him.”
I exhaled, some tension easing out. “I know, and I’m grateful. Now, please, tell me what I don’t know. It’s… it’s been a rough day.”
Kevin continued, his gaze kind but direct. “I think it’s been even rougher for Ollie.”
I let out another breath, feeling a touch embarrassed. “You’re right. I… I’m sorry.” I took a moment to steady myself. “Thank you for that reminder. It means a lot.” Officer Barrett gave my shoulder a reassuring squeeze and walked me through everything that had happened earlier. As he spoke, I found myself glancing at Dad and Alex down the hall. When he finished, I couldn’t help it - I pulled both officers into a hug, genuinely grateful. “Thank you. Really.”
They had no idea of my seething hatred toward Ollie’s “father,” but that would be addressed later.
****
Dad and Captain Williams - almost another “Uncle” - noticed our group hug and took it as their cue to join us. Before they arrived, I stole a quick glance into Ollie’s room and found him completely out of it, drooling on his pillow. I smiled; I don’t think I’ve ever felt more relieved or grateful in my life.
Alex started the conversation, “Hey, Corey, great to see you, son, though I wish it were under better circumstances. Let’s start with the good news: we have a fair amount of leeway here. Ollie’s father shouldn’t have filed a stolen vehicle report. And by the way, these two…” he gestured to Officers Barrett and Calhoun, “are so impressed with your, uh, boyfriend?” - I nodded - “that they’d be willing to fly up to Michigan and testify on his behalf. You can’t fake Ollie’s reaction; the poor guy was completely blindsided. I’m really sorry about all this.”
I took a deep breath. “But I’m guessing you’re about to get to the bad news?”
Alex gave me a gentle smile. “Not quite yet. Damn, son, it’s good to see you all grown up and handling things. I mean it.” I felt a bit of pride as I nodded, and he continued. “Here’s more of the good: we’re not impounding Ollie’s Bronco, and there’s no way in hell we’re taking him to the station. Once the doctor releases him, he’s free to go home with his new family, and someone can drive his car home… for now. However, I can’t let him or anyone else drive it again until we get the Michigan police to drop this.”
Alex’s expression turned more serious. “The not-so-good news is that the Bronco’s title is in Ollie’s father’s name. Since Ollie was only 17 when he graduated high school, he couldn’t legally own it then. While it was obviously intended as a gift, his father’s good intentions seem to have soured, and unfortunately, we can’t fix that overnight.”
I nodded, absorbing the news. Alex continued, “While the Bronco’s not technically Ollie’s, we all know it should be. If Ollie has any documentation showing it was a gift, that could help us a lot. But for now, let’s just get him home and settled. It’s been a rough day for everyone. Hell, I might need to give our two emotionally traumatized officers a day off after this. And by the way, Kevin wouldn’t say no to an invite to that pool of yours.” Alex gave me a knowing wink.
As Alex gathered his men to leave, I quickly followed as they explained the situation to Paul and officially released Ollie into our care. I shook hands with Officer Barrett and Calhoun, offering them my most sincere thanks. Kevin mouthed, “Pool time,” with a grin, and I chuckled. “Ask Alex for my dad’s number. And yes - definitely, yes. Thank you.”
Chapter 12: Unofficially
Dad had to return to work, leaving me in the ER with Ollie, watching him sleep in his drug-induced bliss. My hand instinctively found its way to his soft curls, avoiding the gauze - just petting him, like he really was my pup. Damn, petting? I realized, with a quiet laugh. Maybe I do take this whole wolf/pup thing a little too seriously.
But then again, maybe it just works for us. Here we are, a little under eight weeks in, and he’s already the most important part of me. Eight weeks. Sometimes, it’s like I don’t know whether to laugh or call a psychologist. But let’s face it, love at first sight runs in my family’s genes, for better or worse. And, damn, as it turns out, Dad and Ted practically engineered our first meeting because they knew we needed each other - even if neither of us had any idea.
Yeah, I get it - maybe it’s a little edgy for a level-headed, 29-year-old RN to fall so hard for a 19-year-old co-op student. Someone who, honestly, is still growing into himself. But he’s already been through more than most guys my age. His own father abandoned him to fend for himself, unprepared for the world he suddenly found himself having to navigate.
Yet somehow, Ollie had found what he needed to get by. For three months, he managed to survive on his own, starting a new life, alone, in a strange city, thousands of miles from everything he knew. Very few men of any age could handle that. But he did it. He was successfully living out of his Bronco, keeping it all secret, even from Ted. He was fighting his way through it, learning to make it work.
And since we’ve found him and he found us? He’s thrived. We have our playful roles, me being his champion “Alpha Wolf” and him my sweet “pup,” but he’s anything but submissive when it matters. He’s strong, quick-witted, and grounded - probably more than I am sometimes. I might be the older one, but he’s definitely the older soul. And somehow, he brings out the playful kid in me, the kid I forgot I could be.
I’m all in, and I’m in it for life with him. I just hope he feels the same way.
****
I had just woken up from a brief nap, and I was holding Ollie’s hand, brushing a few stray curls from his forehead, when the attending physician finally walked in. Damn, this is my profession, so I get why attendings are always late. But, lurd, I also understand why families of patients often feel like we’re dropping the ball.
“Hi, I’m Dr. Holland. And you are?”
I looked up, deciding to go with a little creative introduction. “Hey, I’m Corey Rainer - Ollie’s fiancé, unofficially. And I’m an RN who’s done time here.” I gave him my best professional smirk. “So, what’s up with my soon-to-be husband?”
Dr. Holland’s face registered a spark of recognition. “Corey! Of course. I remember you! You helped us out during a tough night shift a few years back. You’re a great nurse! It’s good to see you again, and congratulations on the unofficial engagement.”
I smiled, shook his hand politely, and racked my brain, but came up with absolutely no clue to what “tough night shift” he was talking about. Still, I appreciated his warmth.
He continued, a bit scattered but clearly invested. “So, Oliver took a hard hit to the back of his head on a chunk of concrete. He bled more than we’d like, but he’s young and very healthy, so no worries there. We closed his wound with sixteen stitches. It’ll leave a scar, but with all his hair, no one will see it until he’s eighty-five.” He smiled wryly, clearly aiming to lighten the mood. “Though… he may need a bit of a trim now to even things out - it’s a bit rough under the gauze.”
Typical attending humor. But he continued, more seriously. “We’ve given him a couple doses of Versed to keep him calm. We’re almost certain he fainted from a panic attack. He doesn’t seem to have a history of them, so it could’ve been triggered by a sudden traumatic event.” He glanced up at me, waiting.
“Oh, it was, no question.” I nodded, already relieved to have a clearer picture. “But what about a possible concussion?”
“Yeah, it’s definite,” he replied. “Thankfully, it’s not severe, but it’s above ‘mild.’ And as you know, any concussion is still a concussion. He’ll be fine, but he needs to take it easy the rest of the week. Lots of bed or couch time, with close monitoring, even if he doesn’t need 24-hour supervision.” He squeezed my shoulder. “You’re one of the best nurses I know. You got this.”
I assured my unremembered old friend that Ollie would get the best care possible. After a quick review, he gave us the green light to head home once Ollie was awake. With a fair amount of “big boy” painkillers in hand, we were finally allowed to leave the hospital late that evening.
Once home, I again had the honor of carrying my pup to our bed. Where I gently undressed him and tucked him in under the covers. He protested groggily, “I need to shower.”
“Ollie,” I chuckled, brushing a hand through his hair, “since when have I ever needed you to shower before getting in our bed?” He gave me a small, sleepy smile, took the pill I offered, and drifted off.
I, however, needed that shower. Alone, under the hot water, the stress and fear of the day finally broke through. I let the tears fall, mixing with the water flowing down the drain. I allowed my stress to slip away and whispered my gratitude that Ollie was home and safe; my whole body gradually calmed.
I finally slipped into bed beside him, curling around him protectively. As he slept soundly, I brushed a final kiss against the curls covering his ear. “Ollie,” I whispered, “I can’t lose you.” With my arms wrapped around him, I held him close until sleep found me too.
Chapter 13: Teddy Bear
All the way home, a deep regret gnawed at me. I was the only one who couldn’t be with Ollie in the ER, and a feeling of failure clung to me. But I really couldn’t just leave. I couldn’t walk out on the first day of a new co-op term. I’d been involved with this program since I helped save it back in the late '90s, bringing it back from the brink.
These kids need insight into the careers they’ve picked and the foundation that vision provides. They deserve a solid start in their chosen field. Even though I’d passed much of the torch on to a brilliant new co-op director and was now just overseeing my own group of kids, I still couldn’t abandon my new students to find their own way on their first day.
Until, I finally realized, I’d abandoned my most important student. Exactly like his father had. Damn, am I any different? Not being there when he needed his new family most?
Fuck, it hurt. It hurt more than I could have imagined. Ollie had become so much a part of my heart, as though he’s been with us far longer than these few months. He calls me "Dad" almost as often as "Ted," and I love it every time he does. Corey has always been like a son, of course, but Ollie - I feel like Ollie is my son. And I wasn’t there for him today. I punched my steering wheel.
Corey had texted to reassure me that Ollie was okay and so out of it that he probably wouldn’t even know if I was or wasn’t there. But it didn’t help. I still hated missing that chance to be by his side. As I walked through our back door, our home’s silence hit me even harder. We were empty nesters again.
Chris texted to let me know he’d be a little late, needing to catch up on what he’d missed at the clinic during his hospital visit. I couldn’t deny the envy I felt. He’d at least been there. And I… I had to be at work.
****
I set aside my guilt and started on dinner, eager for my man to get home. Nothing special tonight, no Ollie’s-grandmother’s-meatloaf, just a simple spaghetti with meat sauce. Lurd (Ollie’s words playfully infected us all) At least I managed to bake garlic toast and toss a Caesar salad together. The house smelled like comfort by the time Chris came in from the garage.
I practically leapt into his arms as he walked in. After a rib-crushing hug, I held his shoulders, looked up into his eyes, and asked, “Is our Ollie really okay?”
Chris sighed, pulling me into another hug. “Yes, Sweet-Sweet, he’s going to be fine. Corey will make sure of that. We’ll probably need to back them up with some legal help, though. We’ve got plenty of friends with connections in law and I’m putting out feelers. Alex thinks it’ll take a week or so for the Michigan authorities to get on the same page. But we may still have a battle with Ollie’s ‘father’.”
Chris pulled back just a bit and gave me a look. “And I have an assignment for you too, my love. I need you to call in some favors with your TCU contacts. From your work with the co-op program and from your donations as an alum, I’m hoping you’re still a big deal there.”
I tilted my head, raising an eyebrow. “I’m not sure how ‘big’ I am, but. Okay… what are you plotting?”
“Hopefully,” Chris said, “a brighter path forward for our future son-in-law.”
“Oh, that’s all? Well, in that case, I’ll get on it as soon as I have the time.” I couldn’t help but smile, and he chuckled.
****
As we were sharing our completely mundane meal, I finally succumbed to my pre-destined meltdown. I couldn’t hold my tears back. Chris jumped up from the table and rushed to my side, wrapping his arms around me. “Hey, hey. Ollie’s fine, baby. We’re all okay.”
I wiped at my eyes, shaking my head. “I know. But I was the only one who wasn’t there for him. I still haven’t seen him, Chris. Corey told me he was asleep and there was no point in stopping by. But I needed to be there. I needed to see him and hold him.”
Chris brushed a new tear from my cheek. “Sweet-Sweet, Alex told me a lot today. Did you know that you were the first person he tried to contact? Even while being arrested, his first instinct was to call you. The officers said he couldn’t because his father had cut off his cell service. You were still his first thought.”
I let out a watery chuckle. “Somehow, that’s not making me feel any less guilty.”
“He thought of you, Ted, the whole time. And when he gave the ER my name, do you know why? Because he knew you were busy on a day he knew was important, and he was too worried about upsetting Corey. Ted, that boy gets it. He loves you, and he knows you’re here for him. Honestly, could we expect anything less from our Ollie?
“Listen, Ollie needs to be monitored this week. Corey’s taking tomorrow and calling in lots of favors to do it. I have Wednesday. Is there any way you could take a four-day weekend and do Thursday and Friday?”
“Absolutely!” I was grateful to be able to redeem myself. “But I’m still taking breakfast to them in the morning.” I looked into my lover’s eyes, “So I feel a little better. But my love, could you help me out even more?” I gave him my version of the family smirk. “Believe me, I need it.”
Chris growled as he moved in and surrounded me with his arms. We both had a lot of stress to work out.
****
I smiled and raised my face to meet my mate’s animalistic kiss. I loved it when he was like this, wild and dominant. And I loved that he understood it was exactly what I needed right now. I took his hand and led him to our bedroom. I felt every emotion from the day still threatening to derail our coupling. I needed to get to our main event quickly.
After our twenty years together, we knew that we could undress ourselves quickest, but even with my current desperation, the act of having my partner unwrap me like a gift on Christmas morning was worth the delay. And I needed to feel special tonight. Thankfully, it was clear we were on the same page. I needed him close; I needed him to ground me like only he could.
We knew each other’s bodies by heart, with our rhythms, our pauses, and the sparks that each made. We’ve done this dance many times, but tonight, it was more profound. The moment our lips met, I felt my tension begin to release, piece by piece. I was finally able to vocalize my need. Softly but insistently, “Chris, I need you to make love to me deep tonight. I need you to overwhelm me and push this day’s fears, frustrations, and failings out of my mind.”
I saw Chris raise his brow with a mix of concern and understanding in his eyes. I wasn’t ashamed to say that I was the low dick on the totem pole in our house. When a 12-and-a-half-year-old Corey excitedly called us to his room to show us the results of his first foray into the joys of masturbation, I saw that even our son had me outclassed by good 2 or 3 inches. I never cared, and Chris reassured me it’s the only reason I get to top him when I want that. I’m grateful.
Chris knew my limits. I could see that he was worried about breaching them tonight. But I didn’t need limits right now. I needed to feel him in me as deeply as possible, to be reminded that nothing can separate us. He started to speak, but I cut him off, “I know babe, when you hit my second opening, you’re either entering the Gates of Heaven or the Door to Hell. I’m willing to take the chance tonight.”
“Yes sir, Muscle Boy, but let’s give you a fighting chance.” He moved behind me, and guided me to our bed, on my stomach, knowing it’s the gentlest way to start. After the unavoidable awkward moment of finding the lube and making sure everything was in place, I finally felt exactly what I needed, the weight of his taller body on mine. He wasn’t entering me yet, just covering me, comforting me, kissing my neck, letting his massive member slide over and gently wake its playmate up. With a low, breathy voice, “Do you want a little finger foreplay?”
I shook my head against his chest. “No, please. I need you to get me out of my head, NOW. Just go slow. I want to feel alive again, I need to experience the pain to make the pleasure that much deeper.” Chris wrapped an arm under my shoulder and nudged my face to turn into his kiss. I felt the sharp burn as my opening was forced to accommodate his thickness.
The pain of entry accomplished exactly what I’d hoped. A wave of relief washed through my soul; its presence dissolving all my guilt, all my worry. I raised my hips, making Chris slide in deeper. He whispered a concerned “Shhh, we don’t need to rush babe, we have plenty of time” into my ear. But it wasn’t about time. It was about my desire to have his pain replace mine. Chris gave in to my needs and pushed in to the hilt. I let out a gasp as he held me and took my mouth into a deep kiss. His spare hand made its way under my chest to find a nipple in need of attention, and to provide yet another venue for my body to adjust to its invader.
I knew that this was going to be a heavenly event. The initial pain was subsiding almost too quickly, I almost longed for its return. My body had fully adjusted almost too soon. But I was opened in a way that only he could achieve. I motioned for Chris to start the next steps of our dance.
My brain was on fire. Every movement we shared drew me deeper into his lead. He was playing my body like only an experienced lover could, forcing all the pain and guilt out of my mind. Beautiful waves of lust and desire replacing it. I started bucking back into his thrusts, urging him to go harder, deeper, faster.
I knew we were both close, too close, and I wanted more tonight. I uttered a muffled, “Wait Chris, I need us to go deeper tonight.” He stopped, but didn’t withdraw. I turned to meet his look. “Please, I need to know which door we’re going through.” I knew he was so close that it was hard for him to withdraw. But he nodded, too lost in lust to speak.
I rolled over on my back and lifted my knees to my chest, inviting my stallion to mount me once again. A small inkling of reasoning returned to him, “Teddy, you know this only works maybe 1 time out of 10, and you got me really worked up. That… was intense.”
I reassured my lifelong mate, “You’re making me feel lucky tonight, I’ll take those odds.”
Chris is a protector just like his son, “I know what you think you need tonight, but Ted, you don’t have to punish yourself. If I see pain in your eyes, we’re stopping. Immediately, understand?” I nodded and once again presented myself.
“Trust me babe, you’re exactly what I need.”
Chris, placed his knees on either side of my upturned cheeks and positioned his erection at my entrance. Our eyes locked and mine begged him to enter and hit places only he could. He granted my wish and with a single, slow, unending thrust, he opened my deepest door. I cried out and he met my lips with a silencing passionate kiss. We stayed there, locked in the ultimate intimate embrace until my quivering stopped. The door opened and I was in heaven.
Still unsure of my state, Chris started his slow but deliberate, deep thrusts. Knowing he rarely got to perform this part of our dance. And. Oh god! Every gentle punch through my final barrier cleansed my soul. I needed this and its brilliance. I looked up into my lover’s questioning eyes and let him know how ecstatic he was making me. I saw his dominant smirk as his urgency increased.
We again found our rhythm, and my soul brightened with an all-consuming ecstasy that washed away every ounce of the day’s weight. Chris’ deep, steady pulses inside me were bringing me back to my center. Each thrust stripping away my guilt and replacing it with pure, soul-filling joy.
The end appeared with an unwelcome suddenness. I was on the precipice of eternity and I let my lover know. He increased his speed and I was relieved to see he was as well. I felt his orgasm start at exactly the same moment as mine, triggered by nothing more than his internal presence. Our spasms were in perfect synchronicity. Each spurt he deposited deeply within me; I delivered to my furry torso.
As our bliss subsided, I started sobbing. I have a man who can do this for me. I have a son who can do this for his mate. We have a family that can support and protect each other through this nightmare. I let all my dark emotions wash away as my tears turned to a welcomed soft laughter.
Chris, still deeply impaled, let me gather my senses and looked down at me with an amazed expression. “So, was that a 1 in 10?”
I giggled, “No my love, tonight was a 1 in a million. We got this.”
To Be Continued…
