The Start

The Start: Book two.

Chapter one.

From your Author:

I guess we’re back by popular demand. These first few chapters will bring us up to today, where we left off, five years later. I will try my best to make this new for continuing readers and encourage new readers to go back to, The Start.

The style I used in the last book was difficult. I will still use it but the story will be primarily from Niki’s POV as she raises Dean’s son while going to college. For new readers, I write with a soundtrack and that will not change. I implore you to YouTube the songs.

We will introduce new ‘persons of interest’ as well as some of the main caricatures’. Where I left you hanging in the last chapter I hope to tie up the loose ends and make a seamless transition to today. RJC.

Donny’s POV

I have no idea why I stabbed myself; well, yes I do. I wanted to die. My father and two brothers had raped and sodomized me for years. And then they shot up my school killing a dozen of my friends whose families would do the same if they saw me today. But then there was Jeff.

I was so fuckin embarrassed; such a miserable attempt at suicide. The feeling was surreal as I pushed the scissors into my stomach; it did hurt but I didn’t make a sound. I didn’t want to alert Jeff and I don’t know why. He would eventually find me.

I walked out of Jeff’s Uncle’s Vet office with Jeff next to me and a guy in front and two behind; thanks to Dean. Five hours in a jet and we landed in Florida. ‘Yes, Eddie, Barry’s Estate.

I can’t help how I look. Well, it’s not a bad thing. I’m 6’1, 205. I look like a total jock with my broad shoulders, big chest, and 34” waist. My short dark hair parted on the side and green eyes that most say is my best fetcher. Jeff though.

Jeff was perfection; just short enough to let his head rest under my chin. The white blond hair and Violate eyes just added to the package. His body was tight and he sported an eight-inch perfect cock. I shouldn’t have sucked him off the other night; I know he felt bad about it but it was the only way I thought I could thank him for being here with me.

Neither Jeff nor I, knew where we were and when the man answered the door I knew I knew him but had no idea who he was; Jeff did. He called us both by name and couldn’t have made us feel more welcome.

“Dean called and I assured him I didn’t mind hosting you.” And his hand went to my shoulder. “Dean is in Hawaii and I fly out for Australia in the morning. Dean will meet me there and then fly to Japan then off to England.”

He showed us up to the rooms and opened a hand in each direction saying, “Dean slept here and this was Niki’s room. You guys can work it out. Dinner will be downstairs in an hour.” And he turned and walked away.

I looked at Jeff as we stood empty-handed realizing at the same time we had no clothes; no nothing. I followed Jeff into Dean’s room and sat on the bed. I slept most of the flight and Jeff needed the biggest apologue from me.

“Jeff?” And he sat next to me. “I’m so sorry.” And I hung my head. “You are the only person that gives a tinker damn, about me other than Dean. Why Jeff?”

“None of this is your fault, Donny. There are a lot of people who care about you.” I looked at him.

“Ok, Donny. I care, Dean cares, and the guys that took you to my Uncle’s office care. Yes, they are paid, but still.” And we both laughed.

“We don’t have any clothes, what are we going to do.?” I asked.

“How are your stitches? You should let me see.” And I pulled my tee-shirt over my head and looked down. There was a little blood.

“Donny, my Uncle said this might happen. Lay back and let me go down and see if they have a first aid kit.” And I rested back as a white-faced Jeff left the room.

I saw him when I took my shirt off and his hand was moving to my chest and then he pulled back. I don’t know what I’d have tone without him the last few days. I had come to terms that my family; my tormenters where dead and I don’t think I felt any remorse.

I still didn’t know who all was dead and injured. It has been five days and Jeff tried to keep the news off and. It’s so strange; I could tell by his look that he did care for me. It’s a look I’m not used to seeing. I had buddies but it was just another way to be used.

Jeff came back with Barry and a guy carrying a bag. “He was a medic.” And the guy sat down next to me and pulled off the bandage with no warning at all.

“These stitches look like they were done by a Vet.” The guy said and Jeff and I started laughing until he looked at my stomach, turned white, and he looked like he was going to; Jeff’s down.

He wasn’t down for long. As the guy poured gasoline on my wound he said, “This might sting.” There went the rest of my stitches as I came off the bed and a big hand on my chest pushed me back down.

“Son of a bitch, mother fucker, Jesus Christ.” And I saw he had a needle and a bottle.

“You’re gonna go to sleep for a minute.” And he stuck me.

I woke up and my stitches had been re-stitched and a new dressing applied. It hurt. Jeff came up with dinner and he sat and watched me as I ate. “I’m sorry.” I told him.

“I’m gonna put a rubber band on your wrist and every time you say that I’m going to snap it. Every time you open your eyes and see me, Donny; it’s because right now this is where I want to be. So shut up and eat.”

This place was amazing and we weren’t locked in a room. Clothes just appeared and after a week on the beach, Jeff and I had blistered and peeled twice. It was great. Jeff would give me a little each day; what was going on at home. After eight days we were in the air again.

Austin Texas. We checked into the Hilton and then the phone rang. It was Niki. She told me that we were having dinner downstairs in an hour. I told Jeff. I thought about it.

Dean, over the last two weeks, had been to Hawaii, Australia, Japan, and England, and he was here with us in Austin. He had arranged for guys and called in a favor so Jeff and I could stay in Florida. Cars picked us up and private planes flew us.

Jeff and I walked into the dining room and Dean stood holding his arms out to both of us. It was a long hug. None of us wanted it to end and I knew I wasn’t the only one holding back tears.

“Farmboys, bust it up: people are staring,” Niki said.

We broke apart and Jeff introduced me to Niki and opened his arms for her. “I’ve missed you, City Girl.” I heard him say.

I tried to thank Dean and he held up his hand. “It was all Niki. She’s a Cyborg!She can do like a hundred things at the same time.” And she hit him.

“Donny, are you, Ok.” He asked after we sat down and I shrugged.

He knew what I was going to say and held up his hand. “I’d move a mountain for you if, Niki could.” And she elbowed him and we all laughed.

“Dean, my dad’s lawyer won’t talk to me and I don’t know what to do. I know we’re rich but I have no idea what to do.”

“Niki will fix it, Donny, Won’t you, Niki?” And she nodded.

“That’s what Nikis’ do, Dean. I’ll talk to Dean’s lawyer, Donny. He will take care of everything.”

Dean told us it was Willy Nelson’s Birthday tomorrow and we would spend the day at his ranch. I looked at him and really couldn’t believe how much he had changed. He was in charge. I was older than him but he seemed so… grown up.

Niki slid an envelope across the table and I opened it to find a credit card. She told me Dean had loaded ten thousand dollars on it to pay for shit and told me she would take care of planes and hotels, suggesting that Jeff and I avoid North Dakota and maybe go to Hawaii or California; that’s where they were headed after the birthday party. I looked at Jeff.

Jeff’s POV:

Donny and I spent nine days in Florida and walked the beach everyday talking. We had a guy in a suit in front of us and behind. It's strange how you get used to it but we could relax. How we must have looked. We had both burned and our walks were in the early morning or at sunset after a few days.

Again; how we must have looked. Donny was a walking, talking, fuckin wet dream. I mean he had just turned eighteen but. He was taller than Dean and I felt like a child walking next to his 6”2’ frame. His body was average if you consider square broad shoulders, defined pecks, washboard abs, and everything below that, average.

I think it was day eight and we were walking on the beach again and some person ran up taking a picture of us. Guys came out of the woodwork and we were pushed back to the house at a faster than walking speed. It was like the house went into lockdown.

“Guys?” Barry started. “I talked to Dean and he wants you to fly to Texas. It’s not safe for you here anymore. Go get cleaned up and we’ll work out a decoy plan to get you to the airport.” And I looked at Donny.

Over the next few hours, five black SUV’s played revolving gate and another would pull out. I don’t know how Donny felt but I was crying when Barry and his wife hugged me and we were pushed to the last black Escalade. It was crazy; A voice said: “Buckle up.”

I was reminded of, ‘The Thomas Crown Affair’ as we raced out into traffic all going in different directions and turning at the first opportunity. It was wild.

We were raced into a hanger and put on a small jet that was running. The door closed and the plane was pulling out before we sat down. Two big guys in suits were sitting in the seats with their backs to the cockpit and I pulled Donny into seats that looked at the wings.

“I’m sorry, Jeff.” He said buckling up.

“When we land I’m going to put a one-inch rubber band on your wrist.” And I reached for his hand.

Florida to Texas is a long ride for me. I’d realized I didn’t care for flying. Before Donny fell asleep I had grabbed a few little bottles and munchies. I consumed most of it and was shitfaced when we landed. It took all of them to get me in the car.

I was giggling and hanging on Donny when we walked into the room and I flopped on the bed laughing at him for looking at me the way he was. He didn’t drink. He had only ever had one beer. This god standing before me had a free pass to whatever made him forget and feel better. I kind of sobered quickly.

We had not touched each other; yes he’d sucked me off and he slept on me with a sheet between and I came not long after peeing in the mornings. Yesterday he was able to take the dressing off and was healing nicely but still had the stitches surrounded by sunburned skin.

We showered together before meeting Dean and Niki downstairs. We had never done this. I had never showered with any guy like this. How do you determine, Dom or Sub, when you shower for the first time?

I have said that I prefer to bottom and that was all Donny had ever done. I didn’t know how this was going to work but I was determined to get Donny’s big dick in my ass and he would find out how it felt to be loved.

When we were done I still didn’t know. There was NO way I would try and fuck him. I held his back to me as both of my hands wrapped around his proportionate shaft. His hands went down and created a channel under his balls as I pushed and pulled while I stroked him hard. I don’t know what’s going to happen when we come back to our room tonight.

God, Dean, looked good; unless you looked close. I know this was the first time the three of us had ever been together like this. The hug was, I don’t know. Long.

He was between us and I heard him say in Donny’s ear, “I’m so fuckin sorry.” And in mine, he whispered, “Thank you.” We both hugged him tight until Niki spoke up.

Dean, Fuckin, Cooper? What can you say? We both knew him as a guy in school that both of us lusted after. A few months ago he was just another guy in school, and now.

He said a birthday party and picnic. The barn was huge and the bandstand was set up in the back. Niki was by our sides and would introduce us to anybody she knew. They knew a lot of people. Stars, musicians, and politicians.

The hay doors at the top opened and there stood Dean sixty feet in the air. And the three thousand people stood. This was a guy from our school. He owned it like, fuck, I don’t know.

Willy began plucking and then Dean started. “I looked down into your green eyes and said ‘say a prayer for me.’ Niki threw her arms around me, whispered, you will keep us free.” Niki squeezed me.

Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me. How in the hell can he do this??? “We could hear the riders coming; I said ‘this is our last fight.’ If they take me back to Texas, they won’t take me back alive.”And Dean stepped on a hook as he was pushed out and lowered to stand next to Willy. He hugged him with a kiss to the cheek. “Happy birthday, Grandpa.”

“There were Seven Spanish angels at the altar of the sun; they were praying for the lovers in the valley of the gun.” Yeah know, when you see a white guy with soul, what can you do?

Now Dean moved out front. He waved his arms back and forth. “When the battle stopped and the smoke cleared there was thunder from the throne. And seven Spanish angels took another angel home.”Dean was on his knees.

Jesus Christ. Dean stayed on his knees as Willy sang. Niki pulled at my waist as Dean did what he did. “Help me, now. She reached down and picked the gun up that lay smoking in my hand. She said, Dean please forgive me, I can’t make it without my man,” as he made the same motions.

“And we knew the gun was empty and we knew we couldn’t win, and our final prayer was answered when the rifles fired again. There were seven Spanish angels at the altar of the sun. They were praying for the lovers in the valley of the gun.”

Dean was so… at home on stage and he actually looked happy singing with everybody. His eyes were closed and he swayed back and forth. When he opened his eyes the smile faded and reality had once again slapped him.

“Niki screamed, “Back to work, cooper.” And he smiled again. They played and sang for hours.

Two days later we were in LA. That was where Dean and Niki would call base until he went home. Donny and I never went back except for Dean’s memorial.

Weeks went by and Donny had therapy five days a week and I went MWF. It was helping. And the three of us would do a joint session once a week. “You’ve slept with her, haven’t you?” we both asked him.

“I’m the youngest out of the three. I had never made a decision one way or the other. Donny, we were never like that and I am so… sorry for not doing anything.” And Dean stood and paced as tears ran down his cheeks. “Jeff? We have had this talk.” End of secession.

Niki’s POV:

Dean did the reunion in ND; Jeff and Donny met us at Dollywood. Dean did what he does with a few thousand watching an all-star cast recording another album; live. They did, Grandpa, he did, ‘He walks on water, and King of the Road’ with Josh Turner. He did a solo with Miley and Dolly.

Dean had his mom and dad flown in and I think that was the hardest for him. I wouldn’t find out until later but he had news that he wanted and never shared with them. He did a song for his mom; ‘You Are My Special Angel.’ He shared his looks with me.

Dean agreed to sightsee for a few days and the six of us were given a royal tour buy Dolly and a cousin.

Jeff and Donny sat us down and asked, “So… what is this? You reach for the hands of each other without even thinking: it’s so obvious. Dean, you put your arm around her waist and Niki, you eat it up.” It was like they finished each other's sentences.

“He pays my bills, guys. I would much rather be between the two of you.” And I watched them both blush.

“If you guys want to know how I have managed, it’s Niki. She’s my rock.” Dean told them pulling on me. It wasn’t the first time he called me that. “She was just being nice when she said she’d rather be between you two misfits.” And he laughed.

“Look at them, Dean. Nobody knows you or them. Do you even know what people would think if I had an arm around both of them? I would be a goddess in anyone’s eyes for tapping these two.” And I watched all of them look at me.

I couldn’t help it and dropped Dean and walked between Donny and Jeff. I bounced my head off Donny’s shoulder and said, “You know he carries a machete in his boot?” looking at Jeff. “He pulled it on me.”

That got Dean’s attention as he was in Jeff’s face. “You pulled a fuckin knife on her, Jeff?” He asked.

“You carry a knife, Jeff?” Donny questioned.

“It wasn’t like that, Dean. We each thought the other thought we were coming on to the other. He wanted me to feel his dick and I pulled my razor.”

“You wanted her to feel your dick?” Dean and Donny said at the same time.

“Hey, you slowpokes,” Dolly said. “There’s a waterfall I want you to see.”

On the ride back to town Dean and I texted; I put his fears to rest.

We all flew back to LA via ND to drop his Parents off then continued the V back up to LA. The boys slept and I worked. Jeff was stretched out and Smallville’s head rested on his lap. Dean was next to me with his head on my shoulder and I took a moment to reflect.

It had been six months and a little since I met these boys. Well, I hadn’t met Donny, but Jeff and I had. Dean was right when he said I must have felt like I was being punished with Sony sending me to North Dakota in the winter. I did.

“I’m hungry, Uptown.” He said turning to me with a smile. That woke the other two up.

“Niki, are we there yet? I’m starved,” both the other Farmboys said.

“Don’t you make me have the pilot pull this plane over, because I will?” And I laughed as did they. “We’ll be on the ground soon guys and we can stop where ever you want.” I finished like a councilor on a youth trip.

“I want Arby’s.” They all said in unison. What is it with beef and these guys?

“Fine, but we’re taking it back to the rooms because I refuse to eat in the car with you pigs. I’ll call ahead.”

Jeff and Donny kind of did their own thing while Dean and I knuckled down. This next album was thirty-three tracks and the decision hadn’t been made yet to call it a double album or release it as two over a year.

He started as soon as we got back and I made Fourth of July plans for the boys. I thought they might like seeing it from a helicopter over the Statue of Liberty. Niki scored a TEN. This was only part of it. Dean and I talked about Donny and his therapy. Dean thought it was time so I made arrangements for the Lemon-Cooper one on one; plus two.

Dean told me not to tell Don because he wanted Donny and Don to talk unscripted or rehearsed. FOX news had crucified Donny which had pissed Lemon off to no end. If you didn’t know, Don Lemon is gay and he’s a very passionate man.

He and Dean sat out in a glassed deck just bull shitting in front of a camera. I talked to Donny and Jeff who had kind of been kept in the dark. Donny was freaking out and I came up with something I thought would work. Don and Dean finished after about forty-five minutes and I went to Dean as Don walked over and took both Donny’s hands in his. He didn’t say anything and tears ran over his cheeks and he smiled and nodded.

“Guys? Would you humor me?” I asked, as I looked at Dean and nodded.

“Don? Can I set this up? Donny wants to talk to you but could we do it over at the bar? Could you sit back to back? He would be more comfortable.” And he nodded.

Donny and Don got set up and the rest of us moved to another room as the two of them talked. It was over an hour of pacing for both Dean and I; Jeff sat bouncing his knees before they came out and Donny went to Jeff and Don to Dean.

Donny seemed to be really good and I watched Dean. Don wasn’t doing as well and Dean had an arm rested around him. I don’t know if anyone will ever hear about what Donny endured but, whatever he shared with Don had pushed him to tears again.

I’d ordered food and set it out on the table as the boys talked. I broke in as the Dick story was shared again with even more embellishments. Again I reflected. Today was July 6th and I was sitting in an awesome fuckin apartment overlooking Manhattan.

Dean and I had been this way for three months and poor Donny. Jeff was stepping up and being a friend and more to Donny who needed that most of all. A little over six months ago I was a cubical drone, a nobody, a person that didn’t matter. How shit changed.

I was a very important person now making six figures and my eighteen-year-old boss called me his rock. I looked at Dean and was saddened as his eyes met mine over Lemon’s shoulder. Dean holds shit in until it explodes. I have seen that and I wondered if I would see it again soon.

From your Author:

I hope you don’t feel that a half hour of your life was just wasted and you will never get it back. This is Book Two and things need to be put to bed and others divulged to make the next chapters relevant. The caricature’s in Book One were complex with all sorts of issues.

In the next chapter, I hope to cover four months and bring us to the death of Dean; the reason for The Start. I always want to acknowledge Eddie and our host Bjorn. Thank you, Eddie, for your comments and B for his efforts that allow those like me to write and post as well as readers to enjoy. RJC