River’s Story
I was driving out to our property to meet the trucks delivering our cabin. We’d worked hard and waited a long time for that day, but I felt like total shit about it! Che was supposed to be there with me, but he was stuck in that... that… fuckin’ hospital bed attached to a bunch of tubes and machines. I was trying to be strong for him, but I swear if I ever saw the guy that shot him... I’d… I’d… I’d fuckin’ kill him. There. I said it. I’m sorry, but I hated the guy! I didn’t even know him, hell I didn’t even know his name, but I fuckin’ hated him. It’s all I could think about as I drove out to the property. I hadn’t been back to our apartment since I got the call from Officer Andy the day before. I hadn’t even showered in two days, and frankly didn’t give a shit.
I decided to call Aponi and Chaske to tell them about Che. They were both empathetic, and just hearing their voices helped me feel less alone (not that I was really alone with The Village around, but man, it felt lonely anyway).
They were going to be moving Che to a regular room while I was gone, Seth went to the hospital to sit with him while I met the trucks. He brought his iPad so Che could watch them deliver the cabin while I streamed it live. I was determined for Che to be there somehow, even if it was just virtually.
When I got to the lot, the crew was there prepping everything; we’d gotten to know them all over the last couple of weeks. I parked the truck away from the crew, and before I even opened the door, Carlos, the supervisor came up to me, “We are so sorry to hear about Mr. Che. How is he?” How the fuck did he know? The entire crew gathered around me waiting for an answer.
“He’s got a head injury, but he’s going to be okay. How did you know?”
“Is all over internet” Carlos said in broken English. “We are so worried and sorry for you” then he came in for a hug. Shit, I hadn’t even looked on line… I guess a should’ve known that an officer down in our small town would be a big deal.
“He had a rough night, but he was doing good when I left. They’re moving him from the ICU to a regular room right now.”
“Gracias a Dios!” He exclaimed, the crew all loved Che. They wanted details, and all listened intently as I told them what I knew. When I was done, Carlos asked, “How can we help?” Wow. Just wow. The support we got from our community was overwhelming. Then he asked if it would be alright if we prayed for him… not my thing, but I’d take any help I could get. The entire crew stood there in silent prayer for Che, it surprisingly made me feel better. I wasn’t religious at all, but my brother Chaske was very spiritual and was helping me to open up to it more because as he put it, “sometimes the soul needs help.”
I told Carlos I would be live streaming to Che because he wanted to see them deliver the cabin, and asked what the status of the delivery was. “The truck should be here soon, they texted to let us know that they turned off the highway a little bit ago” He answered.
I texted Seth to let him know I was starting the live stream, almost instantly I got a thumbs up from Seth to let us know it was working. Carlos and the crew mugged for the camera to say their hellos and “get well soons” to Che. We couldn’t see him, but he shared a heart emoji in the comments to show his appreciation, that made the guys smile. While they were all talking to Che, we heard the rumble of engines and crunching of gravel.
An SUV with a ‘Wide Load’ sign and yellow lights on it led the wide load up the long drive. I turned my phone towards the action, it was all being live streamed to Che’s hospital room. There was the lead SUV, two trucks, each carrying half of the cabin, and a fourth vehicle bringing up the rear. The two wide load trucks barely fit up the long narrow drive, but they made it. I narrated as it slowly moved towards the slab, “Here it is, Babe! They’re squeezing their way up the drive… you were right, it’s a tight fit, but they’re clearing it.”
Che commented, “So, cool, I told you it would fit, babe.” We had talked and argued about it a million times, but Che measured everything over and over and was sure it would fit. It was a small victory, but he needed a small victory. I followed the trucks with the camera and kept narrating the event, Che kept commenting on the live stream (which Seth was recording).
Carlos was directing the trucks in, letting them know where to park. He yelled, “Lookit this, Mr. Che. Your house is finally here… it is Es extremadamente hermoso y se ve perfecto. Estaba destinado a estar aquí.” He claimed.
Che had been learning Spanish to communicate better as a cop, and the guys had been helping him. “¡Te dije que era perfecto!” Che wrote back making Carlos laugh.
“Señor Che, usted español está mejorando mucho.” He yelled into my phone with a proud laugh as it recorded the delivery of our home for history.
The whole process was kinda cool, the Cabin was in two pieces, they used these weird… I dunno what you’d call them, tools, machines, tractors, forklifts??? I’d never seen one before, it was like they were made for this purpose… they probably were. Anyway, they set the first piece on the slab. Well, technically I guess it was more of a foundation, the cabin would have a small crawlspace under it. When it was secured, they put the second piece in place. I don’t know why I thought it would be a much faster process, you know, like it got there, they unloaded it, it was done. I was wrong. It took all day to unload and secure the pieces. I lost Che on the livestream about two hours in, he passed out in his hospital bed; I kept recording anyway.
The utilities and septic wouldn’t be hooked up until the next day, and apparently, they would still be working on assembling the cabin, Our original timeline was way off!!! We had at least three more days of work ahead before final inspection. I guess that was good considering Che’s situation.
I got back to the hospital in the early evening and found Che’s new room. When I walked in, he was asleep and I was surprised by a room full of flowers from… well, everyone! The Village, The different villagers, the PD, several other officers, BA & Daddy, Seth’s parents, Max’s parents, Brody and Max’s family, Seth and Zach’s family, anybody, and everybody. But the biggest surprise was the guy asleep in the chair next to Che’s bed, holding his hand… my brother Chaske! I was in total shock and had to do a doubletake.
“Chaske? What are you doing here?” I said in a loud whisper, trying not to wake Che.
“I am here for my brothers” He said as he stood from the chair to hug me. “I could hear your anguish on the phone, you need your family.” Chaske was such a stoic, guy, his words were eloquent. I had done a pretty good job of just taking care of business, and not breaking down… up until that moment. I hugged my brother and sobbed into his chest; it was a combination of joy, pain, and just… just… just everything! Chaske comforted me. “I love you brother. But you stink like a skunk.” His comment turn my cries into laughter, I was going on day three without a shower. “Go home. Shower. Sleep. I will stay with Che.” After spending a little more time with my brother, I took his advice and went home. It was weird being there knowing Che wasn’t coming home after work. I got in the hot shower and burned the 3 days’ worth of funk off my body, then I went to bed. I just lay there, staring at the ceiling for a couple of hours. I realized I hadn’t eaten, I got up and had some chips, but I wasn’t really hungry. Then I drew myself a bath (I never did that before) and tried to relax in the hot water. Then I tried to go back to sleep. I think it was probably past 2AM before I fell asleep. By 6AM I was back at the hospital sitting at Che’s side. Chaske had fallen asleep in a chair in the corner… I still couldn’t believe he came all that way just to be there for us. He was such a good man, so different from my father.
I sat there in the quiet room thumbing through all the articles about Che online; the local press ran with it. For the most part, the articles painted Che as the hero… but there’s always some asshole in the comments who doesn’t know fuck but has something shitty to say anyway. I tried not to let it get to me. I heard Che rustling around on the bed and looked up.
Che woke up, looked at me for a second, then I think it all clicked. He knew where he was, he knew I was there, his confused expression morphed into a smile. “Hi.”
“Hi.”
“Your brother came to see me.”
I motioned toward the sleeping Chaske with my head, “He’s still here.” Che smiled. We just sat there in silence for a while. Che broke the silence “How’s the house coming.”
“Well, they delivered it.”
“Yeah, I saw. Thanks for dat.” He said. The entire time we talked he had this like, drug-induced smile on his face. It’s like he knew what was happening, but was kind of floating above it all thanks to the meds.
“It’ll be ready to move into this weekedn” I whispered as I held his hand. “It looks awesome there… just like we dreamed.” That got a smile from him. “You scared the fuck outta me, Che.” He nodded.
“I scared the fuck outta me too, babe” He whispered. “But I hadda’ do it.” That time I nodded, I understood. Che was Che, he had to help, it was in his nature. That thought made me love him, and terrified the fuck outta me at the same time. Then he added, “And I’d do it again.” He hadn’t been on the force all that long… shit, would I ever sleep again or would I spend my entire life worried about him doing something stupidly heroic? I wiped that thought from my brain. I just couldn’t deal with it at that moment. The Doctor came in to check on Che, he announced that they were happy with all the test results and his progress over the past couple of days. They labeled it as a Moderate TBI (Traumatic Brain Injury), and wanted to keep him for observation but said he could probably go home at the end of the week.
Chaske woke up just in time for the nurse to come in and kick us out so they could change Che’s bandages, she told us to come back in an hour or so. We decided to leave to hospital to go get coffee, my brother forced me to eat breakfast… I seriously was not hungry, but he made me eat. He was a very calming, and centering force, I needed him more than I knew. After breakfast, I took him out to our cabin where the crew was just starting to work again. I introduced him to everyone, and he looked around the lot. For the first time, I got to go inside our cabin, I videoed it to show Che when I went back to the hospital.
“This is a good home” Chaske said as we stepped out of the cabin and walked over to the pond, taking in the surroundings. “My brothers will be happy here” he put his arm around me as we surveyed the land. “I am proud of you River. Uncle River is smiling upon you, he would be proud of you too.” After about an hour or so, we said goodbye to the crew and headed back to the hospital. On the way back, I told him about our wills (which we still hadn’t signed… suddenly that felt more urgent), and about the trust for Mineola. Then he showed me pics of my nephew, and we talked about his life. It felt good to be with family. On the way back, we stopped to pick up Che’s Bronco from the police parking lot, and dropped it off at Harrington House.
Chaske stayed for a couple of days to make sure we were both okay. Che was healing well, and the doctors were satisfied with his progress… when Chaske knew we would be okay, he headed home to his family. Our goodbye at the airport was emotional as hell, I was so lucky to have reconnected with my big brother, and my sister, Aponi, after all that had happened with our father. I hated to see Chaske go, and honestly, I was still in shock that he had showed up in the first place. While he was in town, he got to meet most of our village, he called them our “gay reservation.” I hadda’ laugh at that (so did Seth), but he was right, we were a community.
Finally, fucking finally, they released Che from the hospital at the end of the week. We had done a lot of talking about our future while he was lying in bed, Zach came by one day with the final drafts of our wills, and a notary from his firm; we signed them right there. We also made another huge decision.
It was early Friday afternoon when Che was released. A couple of orderly’s escorted us down to the Bronco and loaded Che and all the flowers and stuff in. I know Che was ready to be home, but we made two detours on the way… detour number one was home to our cabin where Carlos and the crew gave Che a hero’s welcome. The inspector had done his walk through and signed off on our occupancy permit; we were cleared for move in!!! So, Che walked through our home for the first time… he was moving slow and only got as far as the island in the kitchen before he needed a rest. He leaned against it, and said, “It’s all really happening, Riv, we got our own fuckin’ house.” It was a big moment for us, and after everything we’d been through, I couldn’t help but gently hold Che and bask in the moment. Before we left, the crew helped me unload all the flowers from the Bronco, our new, still-empty cabin looked like a florist.
As exciting as detour number one was, detour number two was life changing. Seth and Zach were waiting for us at City Hall, they witnessed as we made it official. Before we left the building, we were Mr. & Mr. Che and River Jones (yup, I took his last name, ridding myself of another connection to Shadow Wolf). Our wedding wasn’t romantic, or big, it was… well functional. Che and I were family, and that’s the result we wanted. Seth and Zach wanted to take us out to celebrate, I also suggested to Che that the two of us get a room at a nice hotel for our wedding night… but Che was having none of it, it had been a rough week and it had been a long day.
“I love you bae, but I just wanna go home. I’m wiped the fuck out.” Well, it wasn’t the wedding night I dreamed of, but I got it, the poor guy had been through a lot. Seth and Zach understood, we promised to celebrate with them later, then we finally went home.
Our apartment was on the third floor and there was no elevator so I helped Che up the steps. I apologized for the mess before I opened the apartment door. We were moving into the cabin over the weekend and I had been packing everything up during the week trying to make it as easy as possible for Che. The place was completely ripped apart except for the furniture and the TV in the living room, and our bed… I wanted Che to be able to rest. He made his way over to the recliner next to the couch and sat down, he winced a little, his ribs were still sore.
“So, what’s the plan for tomorrow?” Che asked.
“Well, everything is pretty much packed up, I just need to get the sheets off the bed in the morning and pack up what we’re wearing. The guys will all be here at 8AM, we have six pickup trucks including mine. We don’t have that much shit, so we should be able get it done in one or two trips.” I told him. “Seth said he’d bring breakfast to the Cabin to feed everybody, so everything is handled, all you have to do is relax tonight and get some sleep.”
“Bae, I’m sorry I ditched you for a week and left you with all the packin’ n’ shit.” Che said with an apologetic tone, like he felt guilty.
That kind of pissed me off, I mean, I knew he felt bad… but it’s not like he was on a party cruise or something, he had nothing to be sorry for! “You got fucking shot” I blurted out. “You didn’t ditch me, you got fucking shot.” Well, that was when I let it out… I told him how scared I was, and how suddenly the cabin and our dreams lost all meaning with out him. After my little breakdown, I stood next to the recliner and, hugged him gently, doing my best not to hurt his ribs, then rested my head on his chest as I told him how much I loved him.
“Good” he said with a gently kiss to my head. “Cuz, you just married me… you stuck wid me now, babe.” I lifted my head from his chest and kissed him on the lips, those soft, full lips. His cock got instantly hard; the big purple head peaked out of the top of his jeans.
I snickered a little, “Wow, somebody’s excited” I said as I bent over and licked the head, lapping up the pool of salty precum waiting for me.
“Fuck, my dick aint been touched in a week… um… by nobody” He emphasized the word ‘nobody’ as he looked down into my eyes.
I grinned back, but was a little afraid to do too much more. “You sure your ribs can take it?” I asked.
“I think maybe I could handle a blow job” he said with a courageous grin. Okay, courageous may not be the word, but he was playing up this deprived sick boy thing pretty good.
“Anything for my hero” I said as I opened his fly and freed his beast. Once his pants were to his ankles I went to work on his meaty, overfilled balls, massaging them with my hand as my tongue bathed them in warm saliva. I took them into my mouth, one at a time and rolled them around.
“Fuck yeah, babe, suck dem balls” Che whispered with his hand on my head and his head tilted back. “Suck dem, big black balls.” He had this satisfied smile on his face as I gave him pleasure, I can’t even describe how nice it was to see his face without that… that wince on it. He was in such fucking pain all week long; I was happy to finally give him pleasure.
I moved from his balls to his thick, dark shaft, licking it from his balls to his plum-like head. Damn, I’d missed him! I looked up at him just before I took the head in my mouth, he smiled down on me and said, “Damn, it’s good t’ be home,” Then added, “wid my husband.” With a smile on my face, I took him in my mouth. God, his cock felt and tasted so good, but I forgot how damn huge he was! He just sat there and I did all the work, being as gentle as I could. I moved my head up and down, taking as much of him in my mouth as I could… when he finally hit the back of my throat, I was in heaven. I loved that feeling. A little pain, a lotta pleasure, all at once. I wanted him to fuck me so bad, but I knew physically he couldn’t handle it. Che still had a lot of healing to do, he got regular headaches, and his ribs were very tender. So, I’d have to settle for oral. I was good with that.
I ran my lips up the underside of his manhood, sticking my tongue out as I did. He shuddered in excitement, then let out a little “ow.” I stopped cold. “You okay, Che?”
“yeah, yeah, yeah… my ribs are still sore… but don’t fuckin’ stop.” Damn, Che was a trooper… the poor guy was stuck in that damn hospital bed for almost a week, he deserved some pleasure; I went back to work determined to make sure he got it. My entire focus was Che, nothing existed but his big, black, slab of prime grade A meat! I went back to moving my lips up and down his shaft, my tongue did its best to stimulate him. He shuddered a few more times, but never stopped encouraging me. “Gotdammit, Riv, suck dat dick” He said through his heavy breathing. “You gonna make me cum… fuck yeah, keep suckin’.” I worked harder and faster sucking and stroking his black beauty. After a few minutes, his magnificent beast rewarded me with a week’s worth of cum. Damn! He flooded my mouth making me gag and choke on his seed. My eyes were watering, my hand was milking his utter, and my throat was sore from trying to swallow every drop. When he was done shooting, I licked him clean… I’d missed his taste and scent so bad!
“It’s your turn, Babe.”
I chuckled, “Fuck no, I don’t wanna hurt you.”
“Then jack yourself and shoot on my face” He commanded, his voice still a little weak; I did as he requested. He spit on my cock for lube, and I ended up shooting straight into his waiting mouth after just a few strokes. I gave him a big load too… but his was bigger.
After I cleaned him up, we ordered a pizza… I got like one slice, he wolfed that thing down, it was his first ‘unhospitalized food’ in a week. He ended up sleeping in the recliner, he said it was more comfortable than lying down… I slept on the couch next to him.
That’s how we spent our first night as a married couple, and our last night at Harrington House.
To be continued…
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