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    More, more, I want more.

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    I think smelly crotch is gonna die or wish he did.

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    I wouldn't want to be on Will's shoes right now !
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    Eh, great story so far dude.

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    TAKING CARE OF JASON
    Chapter 9

    I don't know where it came from. I don't know if there was divine intervention or if it was just my determination. Whatever it was. . .

    "Jason!" My voice was harsh and painful and little more than a loud breath. It hurt so much to use it.

    "Nurse!" the man in the bed beside me shouted. "He spoke!" the man said. "I heard him!"

    The nurse was beside me a moment later, looking down into my battered face. Her voice was gentle and soothing. "Can you speak?" she asked.

    My eyes found her somehow. I gathered up everything inside me that was left to find and said one more time, "Jason."

    The nurse disappeared from my view. I heard some familiar sounds, but couldn't put them together in my shattered mind. Then I heard her voice. She sounded anxious and excited. "Doctor, he's talking. Are the police still with you?" She paused, then, "Right."

    She was back beside me. "You're going to be okay," she assured me. "Don't talk yet. The police are coming. Do you know who did this to you?"

    My head gave her a barely-perceptible nod. "Good," she said, and she smiled at me. Her smile was almost pleasant enough to take away the pain my nod had caused me.

    The nurse stayed with me until the police and the doctor arrived. Her hand was touching my hair, letting me know that she was still there for me. A deep, masculine voice filled the room. "Does he know who did this?"

    The nurse looked over her shoulder toward the voice. "Yes," she said. She turned back to me. "Tell us who did this."

    I gathered myself again, finding the strength, but I found only enough to form a ‘W' on my lips. I closed my eyes and tried again. "Will," I whispered.

    "He said ‘Will'," the nurse told the officer.

    "William?" the officer asked.

    The nurse looked at me. My eyes turned away for a moment, then back. To the officer, she said, "I don't think he knows." She looked at me again. "Can you tell us his last name?"

    Tears were filling my eyes from the pain. The doctor's voice reached my ears. "We have to give him something."

    "We need the last name."

    "I don't care," the doctor said. "He's my patient and I'm responsible for him."

    The nurse was still looking carefully at my face, watching for anything that could be considered a reaction. She found it in my eyes. "Wait," she said. "I don't think he wants anything yet."

    My eyes relaxed again, still filled with tears. My eyes were talking for me. "Please tell me Will's last name if you can," she said calmly.

    Once more, I reached somewhere inside me and found the last bit of strength available to me. "Stah. . ." That's all I had strength for.

    "Stah?" the nurse repeated. My eyes said ‘yes'

    "Keep going, nurse," the doctor said. He was on the other side of me now, holding my wrist.

    "Okay," the nurse smiled. "A game. Let's see. Stah. . . Stoddard?. . . Stockwell?. . ." She waited for a reaction between each name. Three more names followed, and then she said, "Stockton?"

    My eyes screamed ‘yes!'

    "Will Stockton?"

    Again, ‘yes!'

    She turned to the police officer. "Will Stockton."

    "We'll get right on it," the officer said.

    I felt something prick my arm, and then I didn't feel anything. My angel, the nurse, faded into black right before my eyes.

    * * * * *

    Jason didn't come back that day. Nobody came that day. Nor the next morning or afternoon. I waited and I hurt and I cried, but nobody came. It wasn't until early in the evening, after the orderlies had delivered dinner to the other three patients in my ward - mine was delivered in a plastic bag - that Rob came into the room. I almost started crying again when I saw him.

    Rob's right arm was in a sling and he had a bandage on his forehead. His lower lip was swollen and his left eye was seriously darkened. Another nasty bruise darkened his cheek.

    He pulled the curtain around us. There was little privacy, but at least we were spared the curious eyes of my ward mates. He moved to the side of the bed and his left hand found my right. He held it gently as he looked at me. "They weren't going to let me in, but I figured I'm the closest thing you have to family in this burg," he said.

    "Thanks," I whispered. I had my voice back, but I was virtually limited to one-word phrases.

    "They tell me you're going to be fine."

    I looked into Rob's eyes. "Jason?" I said.

    "He's been arrested, Scott."

    I closed my eyes to the tears and squeezed Rob's hand. It hurt, but I needed to feel him.

    "That's why he hasn't been to see you. He's being charged with assault."

    My hand squeezed even harder.

    "Scott," Rob said desperately. "Look at me."

    I opened my eyes and found his lovely face again.

    "Will did this to me, too. Jason stopped him. If he hadn't shown up when he did, I'd be where you are now. Or maybe even. . ." He stopped talking.

    I waited. "What?"

    "They found Red this morning, Scott," he said softly. "Red's dead. He still had Will's hunting knife stuck in his chest."

    My eyes flew open. I'm sure you could have used them as saucers.

    "Will lost it, Scott," Rob continued. "The police figure Red was killed yesterday morning. That was before he attacked you. And then he came after me. He was trying to kill us all, Scott. He's being charged with murder for Red and attempted murder on you and assault on me. There's piles of witnesses, Scott. We won't see Will again for a long time."

    I gave Rob's hand another squeeze. I wanted him to tell me everything.

    "Will found me, probably after he got to you. He was sitting on my chest, punching me." He held up is injured arm. "I sprained my wrist trying to protect myself. Will was gone, Scott. He didn't even look like Will anymore. He was hitting me and then I heard a scream that sounded like a freight train coming at us. I saw Jason running toward us. He was a tank, Scott. There was so much anger in him. So much hatred. I think he could have brought the entire football team to their knees all by himself."

    He paused a moment. "Will saw him coming and started to get up, but it was too late. Jason tackled him and rolled right over him. Jason rolled over me, too, and as he did, Will went flying. He landed flat on his face. Jason was up and on him. Someone must have called the police when Will was beating on me because they showed up and pulled Jason off him before he could get in very many punches. It took two cops and four by-standers to do it, though." He smiled.

    Rob became very serious then. He bend down close to my face and his voice dropped to a shallow whisper. "I saw Jason's face, Scott. There was a lot more there than friendly protection. There was a lot more than a deal between the two of you. He's your lover, isn't he?"

    I was afraid to give him any indication of the truth.

    "You don't have to say anything," Rob said. "I know. You and Jason are lovers." Then he smiled. "Don't worry. I won't say anything. But, I need to know something, Scott. Does he treat you the way he did when I was there?"

    "No," I whispered.

    Rob stood up again. He still held my hand. "It was all a show."

    I tried to put a smile on my face. I'm not sure if Rob could see it. "Yes," I said. "Sorry."

    A large smile crossed Rob's swollen lips and his eyes twinkled at me. "You are one lucky son of a bitch."

    I hoped Rob could see the smile I gave him that time.

    * * * * *

    Rob visited me every night. He even managed to sweet-talk the nursed into allowing Tom to visit as well. I was so happy for him, and he and Tom looked great together. He kept me posted on everything.

    Jason's trial was four days after my attack. I couldn't go, of course. It would be awhile before I could even piss in a toilet again. Rob and Tom had attended. It wasn't really a trial. Jason plead to a reduced sentence. He came out to the courts that day and admitted that Will had attacked and hospitalized his lover - me - and, when Jason found Will, he was beating on his friend - Rob.

    The prosecutor was sympathetic, and took into consideration that Jason had no previous record of any sort. It had impressed him that Jason had accepted responsibility for his actions and didn't try to bargain his way out of jail. He was prepared to take his punishment. The prosecutor recommended six months in minimum security, and then probation.

    Jason got the six months, and two years probation.

    * * * * *

    I had a lot of time over the next few weeks to think. Rob still came to visit me every day and commented on every improvement he saw. We became best friends during those visits. I could talk again, and most of the injuries were healing. The biggest one now was the broken rib and the two cracked ones. I knew I'd heard something go when Will kicked me. I felt it, too, but it scared me more when I heard it.

    Rob even talked his parent into taking me in when I was released. I stayed in the spare bedroom. His mother had taken up nursing when she was younger, but left it when she was married in order to take care of her family and never went back to it after they'd grown up.

    The day after I was able to get out of bed, Tom and Rob took me to see Jason. I sat in the chair in the partitioned cubicle for almost fifteen minutes before Jason showed up. He was uncuffed. He took his seat on the other side of the glass and picked up the telephone beside him. I couldn't reach mine without causing enormous pain and some serious wincing. The guard behind me reached it for me and placed it in my hand.

    "Just set it on the table when you're finished," he said. "I'll hang it up."

    I put the phone to my ear, and the first words I heard from Jason were, "I love you, Scott."

    You have no idea how much effort it took not to burst into tears right then. I swallowed them back. "I love you, too, Jason."

    He looked so beautiful sitting there. He was hard and tough, but his eyes were as soft and gentle as a lamb's. He no-longer looked at me from under his eyebrows. He looked at me with all the love he felt for me.

    "I'm glad you came, Scott," he said. "I haven't stopped thinking about you since I saw you in the hospital. Rob's been in to keep me up-to-date, but I wouldn't believe him. Now that I see you, though. . ." His voice trailed off.

    "You're looking good," I said to him.

    Jason looked down and put a hand to his chest. "Yeah, well," he said, "they have a good gym here."

    His eyes came back up to meet mine again. I turned to melted butter when I saw his wonderful smile. "No, Jason," I said. "I mean, you look good. I've seen your face in my mind for the past few weeks. It's nice to see it for real again."

    His smile disappeared and a pained, concerned look came over his face. "I'm so sorry I can't be out there taking care of you, Scott. That's the worst part about being in here. Rob told me Will broke your rib."

    "Yeah," I said. I didn't try to shrug off the comment. It hurt too much to do that.

    Jason stared into my eyes. I knew he was going to be nothing but serious when he spoke again. "Listen to me, Scott," he began. "The day I get out of here, you're coming home with me. Dad's still paying the rent on my apartment for me. There's room for you there, and I'll be damned if I ever let you out of my sight again."

    "But what about school? What will people say?"

    "School's fucked now. My scholarship is fucked. And I don't care what people say anymore. I can't look after you if I'm hiding behind a closet door. No-one is every going to hurt you again. I give you my word."

    "Jason. . ."

    "It's done, Scott. You won't change my mind. I'll get a job until you're finished college, and then we'll get away from here. We'll go someplace where we can live any way we want and no- one will bother us."

    "You can go to school somewhere else," I told him.

    "I'm not going anywhere without you, Scott," he said. "Get used to it. I've got two years probation after this. That will give you time to finish school, and then we'll go away. Just you and me. Face it, Scott, wherever you are, that's where I'll be."

    A guard came up behind Jason and said, "Two minutes."

    Jason smiled up at him. "Thanks," he said. To me, he said, "Time to wrap this up."

    "I miss you so much, Jason."

    "I miss you, too, Scott. Look. Don't worry about me, okay? I can take care of myself in here. I'll be out in no time."

    We looked at each other, just staring into each other's eyes for a longer time than we should have, perhaps. We could have spent that time talking.

    "Can I bring you anything?" I asked stupidly when I realized we'd wasted so much time.

    "Nah," he said. "Got everything I need in here."

    The guard approached again and said, "Time." He stood behind Jason this time.

    Jason nodded without taking his eyes off me. "Gotta go, Scott. I love you."

    "I love you, too, Jason. Take care of yourself."

    "I will. Bye."

    "Bye, Jason," I said.

    He hung up the phone and I set mine on the table. I didn't move as I watched him stand up and walk with the guard to the door. He paused a moment before he went out, looked back at me, and then he smiled and winked.

    I watched him walking down the hall with the guard until there wasn't anything left of him for me to see.

    To Be Continued

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    wow, neil, what cause will to go crazy this is one of the best story i have even read!!

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    Quote Originally Posted by hornydeafteen
    wow, neil, what cause will to go crazy this is one of the best story i have even read!!
    It's speculation to those in the story, but I have the answer. Perhaps, if you put your collective minds together, you might come up with the answer yourselves. If not, I'll tell you.

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    My guess?

    Closeted homosexual with a mean streak.

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    Quote Originally Posted by gsdx
    It's speculation to those in the story, but I have the answer. Perhaps, if you put your collective minds together, you might come up with the answer yourselves. If not, I'll tell you.
    i bet that smelly is jealous of rob because scott sucked blondie, but not him? is i am right?

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    Quote Originally Posted by hornydeafteen
    i bet that smelly is jealous of rob because scott sucked blondie, but not him? is i am right?
    Not quite, but you're on the right track with the 'jealous' part.

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    Quote Originally Posted by gsdx
    Not quite, but you're on the right track with the 'jealous' part.
    i was so close!! i will wait until u wrote the story! i have a enought time to think what make will lose it!!

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    Neil, You shouldn't have so much power over my emotions. *dries eyes*
    I think smelly crotch is a nasty closet case who is very jealous and envious of Jason.
    That's my guess and I am sticking to it.

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    Quote Originally Posted by gsdx
    Not quite, but you're on the right track with the 'jealous' part.
    Jealous of Jason & Scott? Lol.

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    Somehow it is kind of easy to understand what went on Will's mind.

    I guess Red asked to be out of his "relationship" with Will.. he was his last friend. Will had a lot of represed fellings (including lots of represed sexual energy), so when he contemplated to be left completly alone he went berzek. Murdering Red was sor of a passional crime.

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    BTW, great chapter! You got me jumping all over the place while reading it.
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    Quote Originally Posted by Apollux
    Somehow it is kind of easy to understand what went on Will's mind.

    I guess Red asked to be out of his "relationship" with Will.. he was his last friend. Will had a lot of represed fellings (including lots of represed sexual energy), so when he contemplated to be left completly alone he went berzek. Murdering Red was sor of a passional crime.

    Am I a little warm at least?
    You are more than warm. You're almost right on the money. The only thing different is that Will wasn't gay, and neither was Red. But Red was getting the after effects of Jason's interference, especially after Rob walked away because of him. Red had enough and wanted out of the friendship. Will went berzerk, killed him, then went after Scott and Rob.

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    are u going to write what happen before jason get arrest?

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    Hmmm... seems like Will's brain and mine are wired the same way, I better get a physcological test done on me ASAP, before I go
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    Quote Originally Posted by hornydeafteen
    are u going to write what happen before jason get arrest?
    Unless Jason tells Scott about it later, I think you'll just have to use your imaginations.

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    This is really beautiful, but if will was a murderer why was jason's sentence so tight?

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    My apologies. I should have researched more, but I wrote this chapter in less than 4 hours. I don't know the details myself except that Will laid charges against Jason, which is why he was arrested. Jason may have got off easily, and probably would have, but he still wanted to take responsibility for his actions, which is why he plead guilty.

    Besides, I wanted Jason out of the closet, and this seemed like a good way to do it.

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    That is what I call "goin out with a Bang! "
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    After what Will did and he pressed charges? Keep writing!!

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    He went crazy because he's made at the world because he has major B/O.

    No... I'm wrong? Ok then Neil, I give up. You simply must tell me because I don't think I'll figure I out without your assistance.

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    I already did. Scroll up to Post #84.

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    Already two days without updates?
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    OMG Neil! First it was Brad and Ted, Now it's Jason and Scott! Your stories are soooo good! Thanks for keeping them going!


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    Quote Originally Posted by Apollux
    Already two days without updates?
    Sorry. I'm writing as fast as I can, and about half-way through the chapter. However, I'm at a point in Brad & Ted's story that's occupying a lot more of my time than I thought it would.

    I'll update Jason in a day or so.

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    Not just now, but would you say that overall "Taking Care of Jason" has taken a toll because it been written at the same time than "Watching Brad"? - Curious mind want to know.

    I mean, there must be a limit on a writter's attention and interest spam. I have been fallowing both stories since almost their start and so far TCJ feels a little like a second-class-citizen when compared to the amount of detail and deepness put on WB.

    Who am I to question your desitions? Just a TCJ fan, no harsh intended.
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    Quote Originally Posted by Apollux
    Who am I to question your desitions? Just a TCJ fan, no harsh intended.
    No 'harsh' taken. But, I'll try to explain your concerns.

    Ted is telling one story. Scott is telling the other. I'm just writing it down for them. They each have their own personalities and, therefore, their own ways of telling their stories. Ted is more of a 'detail' guy. Scott isn't.

    I suppose it's similar to acting. When I'm writing 'first person' stories, I put myself into the mind of the character and let him write what he has seen and the way he has seen it.

    You'll notice that Scott is more concerned about talking about the sex. He doesn't care what kind of swimming pool someone put up in their back yard.

    Hope that helps explain it for you.

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    Curiosity satisfied !
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    Sorry, the author went off on a lesbian tangent with Watching Brad. Network trouble is temporary. Please do not adjust your set. Incredible programming will resume momentarily.

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    *squints* *hits TV*

    What's wrong with this darn thing?

    lol
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    TAKING CARE OF JASON
    Chapter 10

    Rob and his mother were wonderful people, and they took really good care of me. Now, in case you don't know much about broken ribs, let me fill you in a bit. There's not much you can do with them except line them up and hope for the best. Even cracked ribs are painful because they're always moving, and that's why it takes a broken rib so long to mend. The biggest problem, though, is the danger of punctured lungs and pneumonia. Fortunately, I avoided both.

    My Mom was sending what money she could to help, but it wasn't very much. I was fortunate enough to have a few friends of mine tape all my classes and collect my assignments. I had a lot of work to catch up on, but at least it kept me in the running for finishing the year.

    If I had my way, had I been able to, I would have been at the prison every day to see Jason. But I couldn't. It was a week after my first visit with Jason that I was able to visit him again.

    This time, I picked up the phone from the wall of the cubicle before I sat down. It seemed to take forever for Jason to get there, but he finally showed up and took his seat. My fingertips were pressed against the glass and Jason pressed his fingers against mine. Even through the glass, I could feel him.

    He was just as beautiful as ever. More beautiful, really. It looked like he was growing a beard, and it looked fantastic on him. It made him look tougher, though. I liked it.

    "Hi, Scott," he said.

    "Hi, Jason."

    "The guard's giving me more time. He knows you can't get in here very often."

    "Has anyone else been in to see you?"

    "Just Rob."

    I stared at him for a bit. "Why are you here, Jason?"

    He chuckled, his toothy grin splitting his beard and moustache. "Because I beat the crap out of old Smelly."

    "And he beat the crap out of me. And he was beating the crap out of Rob. You could have beat this."

    "I know," he said, suddenly serious. "The DA wanted to drop the charges, but I wouldn't let him."

    "Why not, Jason? You'd be out of this place and we'd be together."

    Jason leaned forward on the desk, his eyes hooking mine and drawing me into them. "Listen to me, Scott," he said. "I'm here because I want to be here. I'm here because what I did was wrong. But what I was doing was worse, and that would have taken you away from me forever."

    It took awhile for the words to travel from my brain to my mouth. "Holy, shit," I said. "You were trying to kill him."

    "I wasn't trying, Scott. I was doing it. If the cops hadn't pulled me off him, he'd be dead now."

    "But he's not dead, and you're in here and you shouldn't be. I can't touch you. I can't even hear you without this phone."

    "It's hard for me, too, Scott," he said. "But it's not for much longer. When I get out, it's over and we can put it behind us. Besides, I've got a parole hearing coming up in a few weeks. I could be out sooner than we think and I can take you home with me and start looking after you."

    "Can I be at the hearing?"

    Jason shrugged his broad shoulders. "I don't know. I'll have to ask my lawyer. Parole shouldn't be a problem. I do what I'm told and I haven't had any problems in here. The DA is showing up and he's putting in a recommendation for me."

    I stared at Jason. I wanted to feel those arms around me and I couldn't wait until he could do it. I thought, then, of something Jason had told me the last time I was here. "Jason? Are you sure you're going to be able to deal with this when all this is over?"

    "What do you mean?"

    "You and me," I said. "People are going to know about you."

    "I told you, Scott. I don't care anymore. When I saw how close I came to losing you, I swore to myself that I wouldn't let anything stand in my way from preventing that again. Not even my selfish pride. I don't care what people think of me. They can think whatever the hell they want. What's important is the way I think of me, and I can't think much if I let something like this happen to you just because I'm afraid someone might call me a name."

    "But someone might hurt you."

    Jason chuckled again and smiled. "Not without me doing some serious hurt back."

    I smiled. I didn't dare laugh with him. "Jason? I have to take my hand away. I don't want to, but it hurts."

    He just nodded to me. "I'll leave mine there. It's as close to you as I can get."

    I pulled my hand back, easing the pressure on my rib. "Jason?"

    "Yeah?"

    "I love you."

    "I love you, too, Scott."

    We talked for another twenty minutes or so until my ribs hurt so much that I couldn't sit there anymore. I didn't want to leave, but I didn't have much choice.

    I waited until Jason disappeared down the hallway before I moved.

    * * * * *

    I visited Jason as often as I could before his parole hearing came up. By then, it was over two months since the beating. I was living back in my room again and my rib was mostly healed, even though it was still pretty tender. I was back to my classes and catching up.

    Jason's lawyer managed to get both Rob and me into the parole hearing. The committee allowed the lawyer to speak first.

    He stood. "Thank you," he said. "When Mr. Fuller was apprehended by the police, he was in the process of assaulting Mr. Will Stockton. At the time of the assault, Mr. Stockton was in the process of assaulting this young man." He indicated Rob. "Minutes earlier, Mr. Fuller was visiting this young man. . ." He indicated me. ". . .in the hospital where he was recovering from a severe beating by Mr. Stockton. He is still recuperating from two cracked ribs and one broken rib. What none of them knew at the time was that Mr. Stockton had also stabbed and killed another young man."

    An older, bald-headed man wearing thick-lensed glasses, held up his hand to silence the lawyer. He turned to the DA and aimed his hand toward Jason. "Why is this man here?"

    "If I may?" Jason said, rising to his feet.

    "Please," said the older man. "And please sit down."

    Jason sat again. "Thank you. I asked to be here. What I did was wrong, and I was prepared to take my punishment for it. I should have let the police handle it."

    The one woman on the panel spoke up. "But if you hadn't intervened, he may have killed this young man." She nodded toward Rob.

    "Perhaps, Ma'am," Jason said calmly. "But that shouldn't excuse my actions. I could have restrained him instead of assaulting him."

    The woman looked at the DA. "Is this true? Did he want to come to prison?"

    The DA stood up. "Yes, it is."

    "Mr. Fuller," she said, "most young men your age fight to stay out of this place."

    Jason shrugged. "I'm not like most other young men. I take responsibility for what I do."

    The third person on the panel, a younger man, was looking at Jason's file. "It says here your only other infraction is a speeding ticket from three years ago?"

    "Yes, Sir," Jason said.

    "May I ask what your intentions were when you attacked Mr. Stockton?"

    Jason was quick to respond. "At first, it was to warn him again to stay away from my boyfriend." He looked back at me, then turned his attention back to the panel. "Scott. On the right. When I saw Scott in the hospital, the only way I could recognize him was his eyes. Except for his eyes and mouth the rest of him was wrapped up in bandages. He couldn't even talk to me. I went looking for Will, and when I found him, he was attacking Rob. The one on the left. After that, it was my intention to kill him. He'd attacked Scott twice before and now he was attacking Rob. I couldn't let do anything like that again."

    "You're taking quiet a chance admitting something like that to us."

    Jason shrugged. "It's the truth."

    "Mr. Keller," the older man said to the DA, "what of Mr. Stockton?"

    Mr. Keller was still standing. "He's been found guilty of one count of murder, one count of attempted murder, and two counts of assault with intent, and an assortment of other minor charges. He's undergone psychiatric examination and was found legally sane."

    "Do you have any objections to Mr. Fuller being released into the community?"

    The DA said, "None whatsoever. In fact, I'm here to recommend it."

    The older man looked at Jason. "Mr. Fuller. If we were to grant you parole, what are the chances we'd see you in here again?"

    I couldn't see Jason's face. His back was to me. But I'm sure he'd be smiling politely. "None, Sir."

    The man nodded. "I believe you're right." He glanced at each of his team members, and each nodded. "Well," he said as he closed the folder in front of him. "We usually discuss this amongst ourselves before we make a decision, but I believe that decision has already been made. Unanimously." He glanced at both his team mates, who nodded again. "Mr. Fuller? I believe you can start packing your bags. Congratulations. You're going home." He stood and extended his hand.

    Jason arose and shook it, as he did the other two members. He offered each a ‘thank you' as well.

    A guard approached to return Jason to his cell.

    "Mr. Keller," the older man said. "Thank you. And see what you can do about Mr. Fuller's probation. At least get the limitations down a bit."

    "Thank you," Mr. Keller said. "I will."

    It would still be a few days before Jason was released. Damned paperwork. I was there on the other side of the fence waiting for him. Rob and Tom had taken me but stood back a discreet distance, giving me a private moment with Jason.

    Four months and two and one-half days after Jason entered the prison, he walked out. A guard followed him out the door and Jason waited to shake his hand one last time. With a brown paper bag in one hand and a folded paper in the other, Jason walked toward the gate and toward me. He'd shaved his beard off.

    He stopped at the gatehouse and handed the guard the paper and waited for the all-clear. Jason was all blurry as I looked at him. I tried to squeeze the tears of happiness out of my eyes so I could see him more clearly, but it didn't work. Others just came in and took their place.

    He walked out the gate, and then he walked directly to me. Moments later, he was standing in front of me. He set the paper bag on the ground and stared into my eyes for a long while. His hand came hesitantly to my cheek, his fingers barely a whisper on my skin.

    "I don't know where I can touch you," he said, his voice almost croaking.

    I put my hands on his waist and moved into him, pressing my chest against him hard enough to feel him, but not hard enough that I couldn't endure the pain it caused. My hands moved around his back. When I was settled, his arms came around me. His touch was a mere breath against me. I knew he was there and it felt so good.

    "I've missed you so much," he said.

    I took my head off his shoulders and looked into his eyes. "I want to kiss you so bad," I said.

    "So do I." He didn't wait until we were alone. He kissed me right there. Then he said, "Let's go home."

    * * * * *

    Jason and I sat in the back seat. He held me and he kissed me, and I held him back. My hand slid into his crotch and I found him as hard as I'd ever felt it. "I hope you're well enough to do something for me," he said anxiously. "I haven't touched it in over four months."

    I moved my hand away again. "I'll do what I can," I said, "but you might have to do some of the work."

    Rob turned around, looking over the front seat, grinning and winking at us. "Damn," he said. "I thought you were going to invite us in for coffee."

    "Consider yourself invited," Jason said with a wink of his own, "but you're going to have to make it yourself. Scott and I are going to be busy for awhile." Rob turned to look out the windshield again.

    Tom drove, following Jason's directions. "Are you sure your apartment is still going to be there when we get there?" he asked.

    "My lawyer's been taking care of my bills for me," Jason said. "It's there."

    "I didn't think Legal Aid lawyers did that kind of stuff," Tom said.

    "He's not legal aid. He's my lawyer."

    I looked at Jason in amazement. "How can you afford a real lawyer?"

    "I can afford it," he said. Then, to me, he said, "Don't worry." He kissed me again. "Haven't you wondered why you haven't received a single hospital bill yet?"

    "I thought it was my Mom's insurance."

    Jason just smiled at me and shook his head.

    My eyes widened. "Jesus, Jason," I gasped. "How much money do you have?"

    He leaned forward, putting his lips close to my ear, and whispered, "Lots."

    When he leaned back again, I looked into his dark eyes. "But the scholarship. Your car. You wear jeans and T-shirts. You eat at McDonald's for Christ's sake!"

    He smiled again. "There never was a scholarship. And I like my car and I like jeans and T-shirts. And I like their fries. And I fell in love with you because you fell in love with me without knowing anything about the money."

    "Shit," Rob said from the front seat. "And I fall in love with a guy who works at Pizza Hut."

    * * * * *

    Tom graciously turned down Jason's invitation for coffee. Rob wasn't so gracious. He wanted to watch. During the rest of the ride, Jason learned which parts of my chest were ‘off limits'. It would still be quite awhile before I was back to normal again, but the pain killers I was taking every day kept the pain under control for the most part.

    At first, I thought Tom had taken us to the wrong address. "You live here!?" I asked Jason. I'd never even been in this part of town before. I couldn't have afforded to pay the admission if there was one.

    "Yup," Jason said with a smirk.

    Jason had his arm around my back as he walked me to the front door, then inside to the elevators. His hardon was still clearly visible in his jeans, but he did nothing to hide it. As we rode up to the fourteenth floor, Jason pulled keys from his jeans. Then, handing me the brown paper bag, he looped his left arm around my back again, grabbed my legs behind the knees with his right arm, and gently picked me up.

    I winced, but only a bit.

    "Are you okay?" he asked tenderly.

    "I don't think I've ever felt better."

    He kissed me, and he was still kissing me when the doors opened up. A voice came to us. "Fuck, man," the voice said. "Take that somewhere else, will ya?"

    A young man about my age was standing there, waiting for us to move out of the way. Jason just smiled at him and said, "I have every intention of doing so." He stepped past the young man and began walking down the hall.

    "Fuck," said the voice behind us.

    "Don't worry," Jason said. "He's jealous. He's been after my ass for months."

    It was no effort for Jason to carry me. I doubt if I could have done it with someone my weight, but Jason did it easily. He reached the door, unlocked it and opened it, then pushed it closed behind him without setting me down. He dropped the keys to the floor and told me to drop the bag. I did.

    He carried me through the apartment. I might have seen some of it if I could have taken my eyes off his gorgeous face. Next thing I knew, he was laying me gently on the bed.

    "I need this, Scott," he said softly, "but if you can't do it. . ."

    I didn't let him finish. "I can do it." Jason started undoing his jeans as I twisted around and sat up on the side of the bed. "I want you naked," I told him.

    "Your wish is my command."

    Jason's hand moved from his zipper to his T-shirt, pulling it over his head and tossing it behind him to the floor. His chest was magnificent now. He'd added more muscle and was even more toned than he was before. As he finished undoing his jeans, he kicked his sneakers off without untying them. The jeans were tighter than ever and I suspected he'd worked on his legs in the prison gym as well. He had to wiggle his butt to get the denim over his ass and down his legs. He stepped out of them and kicked them away. I didn't see where they landed. He pulled off his socks, tossing them aside as well, and stood there in front of me in shiny, blue briefs. I couldn't help but notice they matched the colour of my eyes.

    Jason's cock was jumping in his underwear and there was a large, expanding wet spot at the tip. He hooked his thumbs into the waistband at the front and pulled out, freeing his hardon before sliding his thumbs to the sides and pushing them down his legs.

    "Give them to me," I said.

    He lifted his foot and pulled his briefs from it. He held them out to me and I took them. I brought them to my face and I inhaled. My eyes closed and I felt his scent flowing into my lungs and into my blood. The smell was clean, but it was all Jason. I inhaled again, then opened my eyes. Jason's hand was wrapped around his cock and he was stroking it. The head was moist, and a stream of clear fluid dangled off the tip, stretching down toward the floor.

    "I want these," I told him.

    "They're yours," he told me.

    I set them aside and looked directly at his cock. "Now, I want that."

    As Jason stepped forward, I opened my mouth. His cock slid inside, over my tongue, and into my throat. It didn't stop until his short and curlies were tickling my nose and his balls were bumping my chin.

    "I'm not going to last long, Scott," Jason said.

    I hummed my understanding into his cock. As my hands grabbed for his ass, Jason's hands grabbed for my head. My fingers barely indented his ass cheeks now. They were rock solid and baby powder soft. His hips started to move, pulling his cock out to the flared rim of his cockhead, then back in again, right to the hilt.

    He began slow enough, but he managed only three or four strokes before he picked up speed. Still, I could tell he was holding his urgency in check, being as careful as he could not to hurt me. Each push of his hips was augmented by a grunt.

    "Oh, fuck, Scott," he said. "Suck me! Oh, fuck! Suck it!"

    Jason hardly ever talked during sex, and this surprised me. And he wasn't being quiet about it. After only a few strokes, I could feel his cock swelling in my throat. Two more strokes and Jason told me, "I'm going to cum!" He didn't have to tell me. I could feel his cock pulsating, quivering, getting ready to blast.

    Three more quick strokes followed and Jason locked his cockhead deep in my throat.

    "I'm cumming, Scott! Oh, fuck! I'm cumming!" He pulled his cock out of my throat at the same moment his first shot of cream blasted from it. His shots were powerful, rapid, steady, and plentiful. A loud groan accompanied each shot. His fingers dug into my hair.

    He pumped, and it kept on coming. I swallowed as fast as I could. I'd missed Jason, and I missed that part of him most. I delighted in his flavour and I savoured his aroma. Jason gave me everything he had, and when he was done giving, I sucked for more. A few minutes later, Jason gave me his second load. He was just as vocal this time.

    "Suck it, Scott!" he shouted. "Oh, fuck! Suck me! Take it all!"

    I took it all, and I loved every bit of it.

    To Be Continued

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    wow, about time, i wonder how rich is Jason? is he a millionare ir billionare?

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    I couldn't care less about his money (and I guess Scott neither), but man, this is one of the more "feel-good" readings I had in a long time.

    BTW, nice new signature gsdx. And you see, Scott isn´t only interested in sex, he has feelings as weel
    Virgin? My ass !!

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    Another amazing chapter. You need to go professional with your writing. It is excellent.

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    This is my favorite story. I know you mentioned it wouldn't be as long as "Watching Brad"... but, I see the potential for you to expand on the characters and carry it on for many, many more adventures...

    Thanks.

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    Great story as its going. Actually, I'm sure you could do a spin off on Rob and Tom. But that would be another thing.

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    Quote Originally Posted by sp0540230
    Actually, I'm sure you could do a spin off on Rob and Tom. But that would be another thing.
    Well, shoot! Now you've got me thinking!

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    Fantastic & beautiful
    Please continue Neil
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    Great chapter Neil. Horny aand tender.

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    TAKING CARE OF JASON
    Chapter 11

    Jason's hand moved into my crotch as he stood naked before me. His fingers grasped at my hardon which was still trapped within my underwear and jeans. It felt so good, but I knew I had to stop him.

    "Jason, don't, please," I said. "I can't."

    Without moving his hand, Jason sat behind me, putting his left arm around my back. "Can I just hold you for awhile then?"

    "Okay, but please don't do anything. It hurts too much."

    "Just tell me when to stop." His lips came to mine and he kissed me, pushing me back against his arm and lowering me to the bed. His kiss was so tender and delicious. He kissed me for a long time as he searched for the taste of himself in my mouth.

    His hand moved from my crotch to the buttons of my shirt. I turned my head aside. "Jason, please."

    "I'm not going to do anything, Babe," he said. "I just want to be naked with you. I won't do anything until you're ready."

    "That could be weeks away."

    "Then that's how long it will take." His hand came to my hair and he stroked it as he looked into my eyes. "I love you, Scott. I love you so damned much. I'll never do anything to hurt you."

    "I know you won't."

    "I want you to live here with me," he said. "I want this to be your home. And before you say what you're going to say, I don't give a shit what other people think. I don't want to live without you."

    He stared down at me, and all I could do was to stare up at him.

    "You are the most beautiful man I've ever met," he said. "And the sexiest son of a bitch in the world."

    I smiled. "Second most beautiful and sexy."

    "Not in my eyes, Babe." He kissed me again and continued the task of undressing me. I tell you, it's some power trip for a guy like me to be undressed by a guy like Jason. He was so sure of himself and what he was doing, and he was enjoying it just as much as I was. He looked as if he would be more at home wrestling bulls, yet, here he was, taking off my clothes with all the tenderness of a hummingbird feather brushing a soap bubble.

    One by one, he undid the buttons of my shirt, poking each one through its hole with a gentle press of his thumb, and each press inflated his remarkable cock a bit more. He pushed the shirt open, exposing my chest.

    "Which one?" he asked as he looked into my blue eyes. I pointed and his eyes followed my finger. He bent down slowly and his lips touched the skin covering the broken rib. The heat from them burned into me and melted away all the pain that lingered there. My eyes closed at the touch.

    When he finally came away, I opened my eyes again. Jason helped me sit up. His fingers slid along my shoulders, pushing the sleeves away and down my arms. He took my shirt away and dropped it to the floor. He pushed me gently onto my back again. He rose to his feet and stepped in front of me, lifting each foot in its turn to untie my shoes, take them off, and remove my socks.

    He straightened up and looked down at me. His cock was rock solid now, standing almost straight up against his belly and twitching with a regular rhythm. His eyes met mine long enough for him to say, "You are so beautiful."

    He bent over then, his fingers moving to the button of my jeans and popping it through it opening before grasping the zipper tab between his finger and thumb. The zipper slid down slowly. I could hear each pair of teeth as they released their hold on each other. Down it went, closer to the mounded tube of my cock, then over it until his fingers brushed themselves against my balls.

    He grasped the waistband of my jeans and began to pull downward. I lifted my ass and his fingers moved around until he could tug the material over the cheeks there. He tugged until the jeans clung to my thighs, then his hands moved to the cuffs of both pant legs and he pulled my jeans off and away. I lay there only in my teal-coloured briefs. My cock, as solid as Jason's, pointed up toward my right hip, the soft material stretched over it. A large spot of moisture was spreading out over the tip.

    Jason hooked the fingers of his left hand into the waistband and pulled up as his right hand reached inside and grasped my cock, moving it out of its cotton prison. It came to rest against my stomach, pointed up toward my navel. Jason bent down, pressing his lips against the shaft for a single kiss, the underside ridge of my cock nestled into the curve of his nose and upper lip.

    The kiss was short. Barely even a kiss. But it sent shocks of electricity to me. My cock pushed up against him as I gritted my teeth. As Jason's hands began pulling down my briefs, his head moved away from me. His hands didn't stop until my underwear was off my feet and on the floor.

    Jason stood straight then, looking down at my body, now just as naked as his own. He looked like a statue worthy of display in the Louvre except for the cock which was now twitching and quivering and pulsating. His balls were pulled up tight against his body. The pulsations became more pronounced and urgent.

    "Oh, fuck," Jason groaned. His cock began bouncing and he said, "Oh, fuck,' again. And then his cock exploded, sending his cream at me with the speed of a missile. My own cock exploded the moment his cum splashed against it. My first orgasm since the beating. I held my breath and let the orgasm happen. I dared not breath.

    Jason's cum continued to shoot out at me, his hand balled into fists at his side. He hadn't touched his cock once, and neither had I.

    "Oh, fuck!" he said again, and then again each time his cock erupted. I watched it shoot at me, splashing onto me and filling the room with the aroma of manly jism.

    My cock stopped shooting, sagging in relief. I fought against the pain in my chest as I watched Jason's orgasm come to a conclusion. His head was tilted back, his mouth open and sucking in huge breaths of air into his massive chest.

    Tears were filling my eyes and I fought against them, too, but I couldn't fight anymore. "Jason," I said.

    Jason's head snapped forward at the tortured sound of my voice. "Scott?"

    "Pills," I said. "Jeans."

    I felt bad bringing Jason's orgasm to such an abrupt and untimely end, and I wasn't even going to mention it, but Jason was so sweet and caring. He had my jeans in his hands a moment later, his own pleasure forgotten.

    "How many?" he asked urgently.

    "Two," I said.

    He was gone out the bedroom door, his hands still searching my pockets. Jason was back less than a minute later. I don't know where my pants were, but he was carrying a glass of water in one hand and my small tin of pain killers in the other. He set the tin on the bedside table and sat beside me, leaning on his left elbow.

    "Here," he said, putting two pain killers in my mouth. He grabbed the glass of water in his right hand, gently tilted my head up with his left, and gave me a drink to wash down the pills before letting me lie back again.

    He set the water on the table and grabbed a handful of tissues and began wiping up all the cum, being extra gentle when he reached my chest. When he was finished, he tossed the tissues to the floor, lay back on the bed beside me, and extended his left arm. I wanted him to hold me. I lifted my head and his arm slid under it. He soon realized I was trying to roll onto my side and he helped me. The pain was the same whether I was on my back or side.

    My cheek found the furry mat of Jason's huge chest and settled there. My left arm fell across his stomach, the hand coming to rest on the mountain of his right pectoral. Jason tilted his head, kissing my hair. His arm held me gently and we lay there together until I fell asleep.

    It was quite some time before I woke up, but Jason was still lying there with me, still holding me, and still kissing my hair. I wasn't certain where I was at first, but it took me only a microsecond to identify Jason's smell and, when I opened my eyes, to identify the chest I was sleeping on.

    "Jason?" I said as I moved my cheek to his shoulder so I could look into his face.

    "Are you okay?" he asked in a whisper.

    "Feeling better," I said.

    "I'm sorry, Scott," he said to me. "I shouldn't have allowed that to happen. I waited all that time. I could have waited longer."

    "Who knew taking off my clothes would do that to both of us?"

    Jason chuckled and my hand bounced with his chest. "Can I get you anything?"

    "A drink," I said.

    "I'll get you some fresh water unless you'd prefer juice."

    My face crinkled up. "Ugh! It would be rank after four months!"

    "It's fresh," he told me, smiling. "My housekeeper did shopping for me yesterday."

    "You have a housekeeper?"

    "I don't do windows," Jason said as he pulled himself out from under me. "Want anything to eat?"

    "What have you got?"

    "Don't know yet. I'll find out when I get to the kitchen." He started to leave.

    "Where's your bathroom?"

    "Come on," he said, helping me to my feet.

    "I'm okay now, Jason," I said. "I can do it."

    "Not while I'm around."

    His arm came around my waist and he walked me to the en suite bathroom. Now, I've been in a few bathrooms in my time, but never one like this. It was bigger than my room at the rooming house. A huge Jacuzzi tub sat against the left wall. It even had a tiled step around it. A huge, open shower stood along the back wall. A small armoire sat against the wall between the tub and shower. A toilet and bidet were on the right wall, as was a large vanity with double sinks and twin, bronze faucets. A gigantic mirror, framed by lights, was attached to the wall above the vanity. Two white, cushioned chairs and a small table sat in the middle of the room. A flat- screened television set hung from the ceiling, visible from both the toilet and the tub. The wall tiles were white, inlaid with small, black-tiled embellishments in intricate patterns. The floor was black slate.

    Jason led me to the toilet. I was a bit shy until he grabbed his cock and aimed at the bowl and began pissing. I did, too. We finished, flushed, and washed up. As he took me back to bed, he said, "When we're done eating, I'll give you a good, long soak in that Jacuzzi. It should help relax your chest.

    "Jesus, Jason," I said. "I've only seen bathrooms like that on television."

    "That's one of the reasons I bought this place. I love a nice bathroom."

    "You own this apartment?"

    "Yup," he said as he sat me back down on the bed.

    I tugged him down to sit beside me. "Jason," I said. "How much money do you have?"

    Jason surprised me with a shrug. "I don't know."

    "What do you mean, you don't know? How can you not know how rich you are?"

    Again, he shrugged. "If I know how much money I have, I know how much I can spend, and I'll spend it. Walter takes care of my money. He gives me an allowance each week. If I want to spend money, I tell him what it's for and how much and he tells me if I can spend it or not."

    "Who's Walter?"

    "My lawyer. He's also my trustee. My Dad's an investment broker. When I was born, he invested one-hundred grand for me and it's been going ever since. The money was put in trust and I couldn't touch it until I was eighteen. It's still in trust until I'm twenty-one, but I think I'll keep it there after. I like it this way. It works for me."

    "Then what's all this crap about you getting a job?"

    "I want to work. I don't want to sit around on my ass and get fat and lazy."

    "If you loved me, Jason, why didn't you tell me about it before?"

    "If I had, would you have fallen in love with me or my money?"

    I had to think about that one. "I don't know," I answered finally.

    "And I wouldn't know for sure, either. This way, I know you fell in love with me." He hugged me ever-so-gently and kissed me. "You still haven't answered my question," he added when he was finished.

    "What was the question?"

    He smiled his wonderful smile. "I want you to live here with me. Will you?"

    * * * * *

    I was sitting up in bed, propped against a pile of pillows Jason had tucked behind my back. He was out in the kitchen getting the juice and whatever else he could find. I hadn't given him his answer right away. I couldn't. I had to think this one through.

    I loved Jason. I loved him for his dirty sneakers and blue jeans and T-shirts. I loved him for his car that didn't even have air conditioning. I loved him for his body. Most of all, though, I loved him because of the incredible, gentle, loving man I found behind the asshole facade. Was his money important? Sure. It would make life a whole lot easier for me. But could I sit back and let him spend it on me?

    But wait. Just this morning, before I found out about all this, I was ready to move in with Jason, even if he lived in a hovel somewhere in some crappy old tenement. I was ready to share my life with him, no matter what his situation was. So what if he lived in a veritable palace? He was still Jason. He still wore his dirty sneakers and blue jeans and T-shirts. He still drove his crappy old car. He was still the same Jason I fell in love with.

    He came into the bedroom, still naked, carrying a bed tray full of juices and finger foods. He set it over my lap and joined me, propped up against the headboard as I was. He looked at me. I knew he was waiting for my answer.

    "I'll stay," I said. We kissed for a long time before we ate.

    * * * * *

    Jason filled the Jacuzzi and started it working before he carried me into the bathroom and set me gently in it. He joined me and sat behind me and I fell back into him. He was right. The Jacuzzi felt wonderful on my chest and the pain soon died with the soothing heat and massaging jets of water.

    Okay, the heat from Jason's body helped, too.

    "No more sex for either of us until you're ready, Scott," Jason said as he hugged my shoulders. His left arm was wrapped around my belly, his right arm around my upper chest, carefully avoiding my injured ribs.

    "I can take care of you if you need it."

    "No. Not until you're ready and you don't need to pop pain killers each time. I saw what I did to you today. I won't do that again."

    I turned my head to look at him. "The pain is temporary, Jason. I don't mind. Really."

    "I do," he said emphatically. "Besides, it will give us a chance to get to know each other better."

    I turned my head back again and laid it against Jason's shoulder. He kissed my hair. "I love you, Jason."

    "I love you, too, Scott." He hugged me again.

    * * * * *

    The knock on the bedroom door the next morning woke me up immediately. "Who's that?" I whispered. I was a little bit shocked and a whole lot nervous. I was still lying beside Jason, my head lifted from his chest now.

    "My housekeeper," Jason said. He held me where I was. "Come on in, Shawn!"

    "Shawn?" I whispered.

    The door opened and a young man stepped politely inside. He glanced at me. He didn't seem surprised to see me. Then, to Jason, he said, "Good morning, Sir."

    "Hi, Shawn. This is Scott. He'll be living here from now on."

    "Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir." He smiled at Jason and nodded to me and said, "Good morning."

    "Hi," I said stupidly. Shawn was a very handsome young man, probably about our age. His hair was cut short and just a few shades darker than Rob's hair. He had a youthful, smooth face. He looked shorter than I am, and thinner, but I could still see the definition in his chest, even through the white shirt he wore. He wore a black bow tie around his neck. His slacks were black as well, but fitted him perfectly, hugging his crotch just enough to show the slight bulge there. They were hugging his crotch because, when he entered, I could see the roundest, fullest ass I've seen on a guy in a long time. The material pulled tight around it.

    "Before you make breakfast, could you toss these clothes in the laundry?" Jason asked. "They're the only clothes Scott has until we can move him over today."

    "Yes, Sir," Shawn said and immediately began picking up the clothes and removing items from the pockets, setting them carefully on the bedside table. "I found his slacks in the kitchen."

    "What would you like for breakfast?" Jason asked me.

    "Anything," I told him.

    "The usual, Shawn," he said. "We'll eat in the diningroom."

    "Yes, Sir." He grabbed up the rest of the clothes and the cum-filled tissues without a glance and set our shoes at the foot of the bed. Without another word, he walked to the dresser, picked up the tray from the night before, and left the room, closing the door behind him.

    "I certainly didn't expect a guy for a housekeeper," I said in astonishment.

    "Neither did I," Jason said. "Shawn was the only man to apply for the job and he was good. Of course, having that ass around here to look at all day didn't hurt his chances of getting the job."

    "Is that why you hired him?"

    "Hell, no. Like I said, I didn't even expect a guy to apply. But Shawn was eager and he knew what he was doing, and he looked a little desperate for a job. He offered to cook me lunch and clean up afterwards to show me what he could do. That little guy can cook! Just wait until you taste it. And he keeps this place spotless."

    "He didn't seem surprised to see me here."

    "He knew you were coming. If you decided to stay, he would get a raise. That's why he smiled at me when I told him."

    "He doesn't look gay."

    "He's not, as far as I know. But, he knows the score. He came to see me in prison and I told him all about you. He's cool with it. Now, I forget what your lips taste like."

    He gave me a good, long kiss. "Ah, yes. I remember now." He smacked his lips. "I have a short memory. You'll have to remind me often."

    I kissed him back. "I can do that."

    * * * * *

    We sat naked at the diningroom table as Shawn laid out a breakfast fit for a king. I didn't even eat this much at dinner time.

    "Are the movers ready, Shawn?" Jason asked.

    "Yes, Sir," the young man replied. "They're waiting for my telephone call."

    "What time will the clothes be done?"

    "Before ten o'clock, Sir."

    "Tell them to be there at noon."

    "Yes, Sir." Shawn left us alone to eat our breakfast.

    We were at my rooming house before noon. Except for the bed and the dresser and chair and table, everything was mine. I was concerned about my porn collection tucked away in the bottom drawer of the dresser, but Jason said he'd pack it for me when the movers got there with the boxes.

    We'd taken along a few plastic grocery bags for my underwear. I didn't want the movers touching it. Don't ask me why. I just don't like strangers pawing at my dainties unless I'm in them. Shawn had wisely sent along a few green garbage bags for any laundry which needed to be done. He handed us two bags, but I asked for two more. Shawn would be earning his raise, that's for sure. We had it all bagged up before the movers arrived, including the sheets and blankets from the bed.

    Three movers showed up. The older fat guy, did a lot of supervising after Jason told him what to do. He didn't do much else except burp a lot and scratch at his nuts. A younger guy did most of the packing, but I really felt sorry for the youngest guy there. The poor kid worked his ass off lugging boxes and stuff when they were packed up. The kid had muscle, though, which was probably why he did all the lugging. His uniform shirt pulled tight around his arms and chest whenever he picked up something heavy. And he filled out his pants pretty well, both front and back. (Hey! Just because I'm in love doesn't mean my eyes stop working!) The kid barely even grunted with the weight of the porn magazines which Jason had packed. My magazines filled two boxes by themselves. And the kid didn't say a single word all the time he was there. He stayed silent and did as he was told. Before long, the light blue shirt was becoming damp with perspiration.

    When everything was packed, the middle guy stood around talking with the older guy. The youngest guy was left alone to do the lugging. When he came in for yet another load, Jason said, "Excuse me."

    The kid looked up and wiped at his sweaty forehead with the back of his arm. "No, not you," Jason said. "The other two." They looked at us. We were still sitting on the bed. "I'm paying you guys to move. So move your asses! Give the kid some help, for Christ's sake!"

    With the three of them working now, the room was emptied and we were ready to leave.

    As we drove back to Jason's apartment, he said casually, "I'd suck him."

    "Who?" I looked at Jason, a stunned and surprised look on my face.

    "The kid." He glanced at me and smiled. "Don't worry," he said. "I wouldn't do it. I'm just saying I wouldn't mind doing it if I had the chance. He had a nice basket." Jason glanced at me again. "Come on, Scott," he said with a grin. "You can't tell me you wouldn't blow him if he dropped his pants for you."

    "Yes, I'd blow him," I admitted. And, before my brain knew what my mouth was doing, I said, "And I'd let you blow him as long as you let me watch."

    To Be Continued

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    Ooooohhhh yeaah!!!What about Shawn & the little moving guy ??
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    I'm liking Jason more all the time. It has nothing to do with the money of course I know how Scott feels with the rib situation. That happened to me when I crashed my motorcycle.

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    Hi Neil, thanks for the PM's
    Seems to have spawned more ideas.
    Your stories are great & I enjoy reading them.
    Perhaps I should have let you finish what you already have on your plate
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    Quote Originally Posted by harry113
    Perhaps I should have let you finish what you already have on your plate
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    Nothing I can't handle. I had a bit of a slow-down with Brad and Ted these past few chapters and I was becoming a bit concerned, but I'm zipping right through Chapter 35, so I'm back on schedule.

    I'll try to do a 'Jason' update this weekend.

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    Hell, yer awesome dude. Sitting patiently waiting for next chapter.

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    Another outstanding chapter.

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    *bounces on stool* More Chapters More Chapters!

    It's all going so well for Scott and Jason now, I wanna read more.
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