Pete's Story

The weather matched the occasion. Ten years ago, Pete and Stuart had been driving North on a cold, wet day in October. They had been both excited and apprehensive, Pete at the prospect of meeting his lovers parents for the first time, Stuart because Pete was the first boyfriend he would introduce to his mum and dad. They had been just over half way there when Pete’s world as it was came, quite literally crashing to an end. Pete’s only warning that something untoward was about to happen was Stuart suddenly saying ‘Pete remember, I love you.’

All he could remember for months after was screaming. Endless screaming.

And blood.

He had woken at some point in a strange place, unable to move, confused, numb. Gradually, as his eyes began to focus and his sluggish brain started to function and process what he was seeing around him, he realised he was in a bed. He had wires attached to him and tubes poked into him with bags of – was that blood – suspended above him. Machines were beeping and wheezing and whirring. He noticed a figure, blurred, indistinct sitting in a chair by the window. ‘Stu?’ He tried to form his loved ones name. All he could manage was a croak. The figure moved, stood, rushed over to him. Took his hand. Kissed it. He was crying. Pete relaxed, Stuart was here. He was safe. Stu would see to that………….. Wait, the hair…..wrong smell……not Stu. Where’s Stu. ‘Stu. Stu. St….s.s.s.s.’

He opened his eyes to darkness. No, not dark, some light. Not daylight. Where was he? Oh, he remembered. Hospital. ‘STUART’ He screamed, started thrashing about. ‘Where’s Stuart. Want Stuart. STUART.’ He felt soft hands on his, heard a voice he recognised and trusted. Who was it? Panic gripped him. Sobbing, he pleaded for his partner. ‘Please get Stuart. Please. Need him.’ He felt a cheek press against his and a voice he knew speak his name.

‘Pete, it’s Susan. I’ve got you darling. I’ve got you.’ His sister. His family. The only person in his life other than Stuart he loved and trusted.

‘Where’s Stuart? Sue, where’s Stuart?’

Susan squeezed her eyes closed, using all her strength to hold back the flood of emotion threatening to drown her. Opening them she looked down at her little brother. Broken physically, brought back from the brink of death after living through a multiple car crash five weeks earlier, waking from a coma three days ago, she now had to tell him that his world was destroyed. Tell him quietly and gently the doctors said. Don’t hide it from him. She tenderly, lovingly stroked his undamaged cheek, like a mother would a much loved child. He looked into her eyes, saw the tears and the torment, and he remembered. ‘We had an accident.’

Susan nodded, tears escaped her eyes and ran down her cheeks. ‘Yes pet, you did.’

Disbelief followed by horror followed by a look of such searing pain and loss that Susan almost felt it entered Pete’s eyes. ‘No,’ he pleaded. ‘Please Sue, no. Not…… no.’ She hadn’t known what to expect, perhaps screaming, shouting, sobbing. But this? Not this. Not a man obliterated, made nothing. Tears silently running from eyes that held nothing. No sounds, no movement other than the rise and fall of his chest. Nothing.

As the weeks went by, Pete’s physical injuries healed, and eventually he was discharged. He never mentioned Stuart or the accident. He refused to speak to the police and his psychiatrist recommended that he took no part in the criminal action brought against the drunk driver who caused the death of the man he loved. The incident became a hole in his past that he ignored. He obviously missed Stuart’s funeral, and it wasn’t until Toby and Marvin were helping him back into the world that he visited his grave. The big change, the time when he started to talk about both Stuart and what he remembered of he car crash came a few months after he realised how much he loved Mike and that his life had finally moved on. He found he could tell him about Stuart, what he was like, things they had done together, plans they had made that hadn’t happened. Mike encouraged him. Then one night after they had made love, he asked him if he had any memory of the accident. Pete had taken his time to answer, and had noted that he didn’t get stressed or upset at the thought of it.

‘I honestly don’t remember very much Mike. I always think it’s like bits and pieces of a movie. One minute we were calmly driving up the road the next……..’ He snuggled closer to the warm comforting body holding him. ‘He told me that I always should remember he loved me. I’m guessing from that that he saw the lorry coming in his mirror. I hear screaming sometimes, even now. And screeching. Metal tearing makes a horrible noise. Burning rubber sends me back there. Then it was quiet.’ He was very still, the only outward sign of distress a slight tightening of his arm around Mike’s chest. ‘When I close my eyes at night, if I let myself I can still see him, his beautiful face all broken and torn, blood everywhere. I can just reach it with my fingers. He’s looking at me. So much pain in his eyes Mike. And he’s still trying to tell me everything will be okay.’ Pete was quietly crying now. ‘Stupid bloody idiot. How could everything be okay?’ Mike pulled him closer, kissed his face. Pete cried for his lost love that night for the first time. Safe in the arms of Mike, he was able, at last, to grieve. The tears that Mike shed were those of relief that the man he loved could finally begin to heal, and would allow and trust him to help. They lay in each other’s arms enjoying the love and comfort they brought each other. Suddenly Pete sat up, an excited look on his face, smiling.

‘Mike, I’ve remembered. Before he slept, something he said.’ Mike noticed that Pete was still unable to say ‘died’. ‘He said….wait, let me get this right. It’s important.’ He was obviously struggling to recall Stuart’s exact words.

‘Take your time babe. There’s no rush.’

‘No, you don’t understand, I have to remember…………’ He was beginning to get agitated.

Mike took hold of his hands. ‘Okay, lets both of us relax. You won’t remember if we get on edge and excited.’

Pete smiled leaned forward and quickly kissed his man. ‘God I’m lucky to have you.’ He settled back down, crossed legged on the bed, still holding Mikes hands. ‘I’ve almost got it…………yes, that’s it.’

Looking Mike directly in the eyes, without a waver or a catch in his voice, Pete proudly repeated the last words Stuart had spoken to him. Words lost to him for so long, and now, thanks to the new man he loved so much, remembered. ‘My kisses will be on the breeze.’

***

And so it was that ten years to the day since Stuart was killed, Pete, Mike, Toby and Marvin having flown to Leeds in Toby’s jet the night before, were now approaching the cemetery where Stuart’s ashes had been interred. The night before, Pete had finally met Stuart’s family when Toby had taken them all for dinner. It had been a pleasant evening where memories had been exchanged and new friendships made. Pete had been surprised by how like his son Stuart’s father was, and he could see how much his departed partners parents still loved him and enjoyed keeping the memory of him alive. His was a life to celebrate not to mourn.

The cemetery was a typical northern city Victorian graveyard. Situated on a hillside, planted with a wide variety of trees. There were well tended flower beds throughout, and the grave stones, markers and ornate Victorian edifices that proliferated were clean and well cared for. An air of peace and contentment pervaded the space and as the four men walked into the park they felt the outside world being left behind. They walked in companionable silence to the plot where Stuart’s ashes were buried. Waiting for them were his parents and a vicar. All greeted each other, the vicar expressing pleasure at finally being able to meet Pete and Mike. He gestured to the small marble grave marker that lay next to the original one from Stuart’s funeral. It was a simple plain pink granite oblong, twelve inches long by six wide. The inscription was simple:

My Kisses Will Be on the Breeze

The vicar conducted a short, yet moving dedication service for them and left with Stuart’s parents. Toby hugged Pete then stood with his arm round his shoulder. ‘You alright son?’

Pete leaned into him. ‘Yes thanks dad. Thanks for coming with me. I doubt I’d have managed without you.’ Liz had been right, Pete had needed Toby just as much as the older man had needed him. At some point he had taken to calling him ‘dad’ as naturally as a newly hatched duckling swims. They were as close as any father and son ever were, and the security their relationship gave them was beyond price. Toby’s other ‘son’ came over and stood next to him. Toby wrapped his free arm around Mike’s waist. ‘So what do you two want to do with the rest of the day?’

‘We need to get Mike a dinner suit for that bloody reunion next week. So we really need to get him to Joseph’s.’ Pete had been badgering Mike for weeks about his need for a top quality dinner suit to wear to his school reunion dinner. It had been Mike and Marvin who had nagged and cajoled him into going so he was determined that now they were, they were doing it in style. So the four friends returned to their hotel, collected their bags and within five hours were sitting in Joseph’s private fitting room while he measured Mike for his new suit.

Later that evening Pete and Mike were lounging on Mike’s big overstuffed sofa, happy and relaxed in each other’s arms. Soothing classical music played in the back ground and Mike’s newly installed wood burning stove kept them warm and cosy, so cosy that both had discarded their bath robes and wore just their briefs. ‘I thought you did really well in Leeds babe. You should be proud of yourself.’ Mike shifted on the sofa so that he was sitting higher than his partner, his elbow resting on its back, his hand supporting his head as he looked down at Pete.

‘Mmm. I’m glad ‘dad’ was there‘. Then, changing the subject, not because he was becoming upset but purely because it was the natural thing to do, ‘he seemed happier today. He’s laughing more.’

Mike absentmindedly began to trace patterns on Pete’s chest. ‘That might have something to do with his new toy-boy. Marvin was telling me about him last night.’

‘Really? Come on, spill.’

‘Marvin reckons he’s a gold digger. Toby’s on to him of course, but apparently he’s got a nice little body and a cute butt. Plus, he can take Toby’s cock. So……’ Mike smiled and raised his eyebrows.

‘So Toby will get his jollies until he gets bored. Poor kid.’

‘Poor kid? These youngsters know what their doing Pete. So does Toby. It’s like a game. You were different. A lot of people still don’t understand you and Toby you know. Probably never will.’

Pete chuckled, ‘Fuck ‘em.’

‘No thank you. Have you seen most of them? Wouldn’t touch them with yours let alone mine,’ Mike laughed. The hand tracing patterns was now on Pete’s stomach and moving lower with each sweep around the firm abs. Pete began to move sensually under the stimulation.

‘You know that’s making me tingle in all the right places don’t you?’

‘Is it?’ He leaned in and kissed him. Then placed his hand flat on the toned stomach and pushed his finger tips under the waistband of Pete’s briefs. He repeated the kiss, forcing his tongue into Pete’s mouth as his hand moved down, into the pouch and firmly cupped the cock and balls it contained. Pete’s arms circled him, pulling him on top of him, a groan of pleasure escaped his throat. Mike moved his mouth to his lovers ear and neck and began to gently squeeze and fondle the rapidly growing cock in his hand. Pete’s back arched upwards, urging his man to do more. Mike broke contact to remove Pete’s underwear, then shed his own. He took the lube from the table and squeezed a sizeable dollop onto his fingers. Pete lay on his back lengthways on the large sofa. He put his arms behind his knees and pulled his legs back to his chest giving Mike full unhindered access to his most intimate place. Mike knelt between Pete’s raised legs. He smeared lube on and using a firm finger into the love channel in front of him. He knew Pete was ready and needed little preparation, so he lubed his hard, thick manhood, pressed it against the bud of his love and pushed in. He slid to the hilt. Pete gasped at the sensations the thick meat created in his cunt as it drove into him. No one had ever made him feel as Mike did during sex. Their desire to please each other meant their couplings were more than just a physical act. Sex for them was a way o show how much they loved one another. It was more important that the act itself was a recognised physical manifestation of their emotional and spiritual love, than it was a thing of pleasure. Without the love there would be no pleasure for either of them. So as Mike began his slow movement in and out of Pete’s hot welcoming chute, they wrapped their arms around each other, Pete hooked his legs around Mike’s hips and they kissed and nipped, sucked and chewed, stroked and grabbed. Told each other how much they loved each other. Urged each other on to greater and greater passion, all the time wondering in the beauty and perfection each held in his arms. They made love without thought of time. Tired limbs, aching muscles went ignored as they rocked together lost in their love. They gave themselves to each other totally, nothing was held back, and when finally their climax was reached, it was unlike anything either had ever had before. It was gentle and slow, yet massive and powerful. Both exploded simultaneously holding each other tightly, breathing into each other’s mouths. Their bodies were still, all that moved were their pulsing, flexing, shooting cocks. Rope after rope in perfect unison. One life affirming moment shared by two men in love. As their orgasm came to it’s inevitable end they tentatively relaxed their hold on each other. Forehead to forehead they locked eyes and laughed with each other. Mike was still powerfully hard, still embedded balls deep. They were still as one.

‘Fuck……’

‘Yeah….fuck.’

‘I love you Mike, so fucking much.’

‘I love you too Pete.’ Mike smiled, ‘will you marry me?’

Pete’s eyes widened. His mouth gaped. ‘Ah, yes. Ah. Oh my god. Yes yes yes.’ He hugged Mike so tight he could hardly breathe. Releasing him, he pushed himself from under him, ‘when?’

Mike loved this side of Pete so much, the excited impetuous little boy. ‘Well I think we should shower and get some sleep first don’t you?’

‘Well come on then.’ He grabbed his arm and pulled him towards the bathroom. ‘Let’s get cracking, I have a wedding to plan.’