Freddie
was beside himself they'd only been at the resort less than four hours and he
had already screwed up. The disappointed look he got from Owen made him
sick to his stomach he felt like he was going to puke.
While
Owen was in the bedroom doing something Freddie grabbed his jacket, headed out
the back door and down a small path. He needed to think. He had to
get his mind around this new thing Owen wanted to try. He still couldn’t grasp
why one partner would want to spank the other one for things they had probably
done most their lives.
As he
walked he kicked the small rocks off the path and mumbled to himself. He
just didn't understand how his lover spanking him for doing wrong was going to
help him not do it again. “It never worked for Dad,” he growled. Freddie
walked over to a tree and looked around then reaching up he took two of the
small branches and fixed them so he would know he was on the right path back to
the hut when he headed back. It was something his grand-dad taught him to point
the way without harming nature.
A half
hour later Freddie saw the falls. He'd seen lots of falls while hunting
with his grand-dad, however this one was breath taking. Most waterfalls spray a mist of water all over
but this one only had mist close to the bottom. One thing he always loved was the mist
rainbows. He sat on a rock and watched the wild life drink from the pond that
flowed from the falls. A doe and her fawn munched on the soft green grass
at the edge of the pond. He heard a soft growl. Looking
toward the sound he saw a bobcat stalking the fawn then scamper over the rocks
when he saw Freddie. Rabbits hopped here and there while the loons
and the swans swam lazily in the water. A few ducks bobbed for food.
Two young bull moose butted their heads together. He wondered if Owen
liked rabbit stew or fried rabbit or fried duck. He wondered if Owen would eat
things like deer, moose or wild game, or if his man knew how to fish or hunt.
Freddie
tried to enjoy what he was looking at but he wished Owen was with him. The
thought of his lover brought back the look he got a while ago, the tightness in
his stomach came back and he let out a frustrated cry, “DAMN IT, PAPA, HELP ME
UNDERSTAND," he yelled. Grabbing fistful of hair he pulled it
tight and dropped to his knees, the wild life scatted like they heard a shot.
With his head in his hand he pushed his elbows into the soft grass and
cried.
Not
far away, another young man with his own worries silently ambled toward the
waterfalls on the same path Freddie had followed. Billy’s mind keep
rerunning Stephen’s tumble from the cliff a few days before. He couldn’t
get it out of his head. He remembered the fear that his lover, his heart,
might have died but he remembered the relief when he finally got to him and
knew he was alive. Billy was lost in his thoughts when he heard a yell up
the trail. Without thinking he broke in to a run following the
sound. He didn’t know what lay ahead of him but he knew he had to help if
he could.
Bill
slowed to a walk when he reached the small meadow at the base of the
falls. He slowly scanned the area until he saw a man bent over in what
looked like pain on the grass in front of him. As he carefully approach
the man he could hear muffled crying. Billy softly cleared his throat
keeping back so he didn’t startled the man.
Freddie hoped to shout
that the noise he heard was not Owen. He
moved his head a little and peeked out from the side of his arm. Seeing feet he quickly sat back on his heels,
pulling his T-shirt neck up over his face he wiped his eyes.
"Hi,"
Freddie said in a low voice.
“Hi,” Billy returned
the somewhat cautious greeting the young man delivered. “I’m Billy,” the young physical therapist
introduced his self. “Are you hurt,” he
asked.
"Umm
no, just thinking. I'm Freddie by the
way," Freddie said quickly getting to his feet. He was not sure who this man was so he was a
little cautious about him.
"This
is a great place to think, Freddie," Bill said. "I've been coming up here to think for a
few years."
Freddie
gave Bill a smile. "My first time here," he told him. He went over to a flat rock and sat
down. He looked out over the pond. "Have a seat, if you want," he said
sliding over a little.
"Don't
mind if I do," Billy said as he walked over to the rock and sat next to
his new friend. "It was a long walk
up here. I could use a bit of a
rest."
Freddie
didn't know what to do. He scratched his
head feeling like a fool for letting this man see him cry like a child.
Billy
could see that this younger man was embarrassed and tried to put him at
ease. "When I'm having a hard time
I love to come up here and just let my feelings out. I like to think of it as my secret place even
thought I know others come here too."
"I
usually,” Freddie stopped, he wondered
what the guy would say if he told him he made blankets by weaving them on a
loom or that he played the Pan flute, "work on cars to relax."
Freddie told him.
"I,
um, we, usually climb rocks to relax," Billy said and looked away hoping
Freddie didn't hear the sadness in his voice.
"But I guess I won't be doing much of that for a while."
"Why?"
Don't they allow it here?" Freddie asked. "I always wanted to try
climbing by my dad said no, cause knowing me I'd break my fool neck." He
gave a small laugh.
“Sure
they allow it, but my husband took a tumble a few days ago and messed up his
hip and back," Bill answered.
"I'm not allowed to climb without him. So, like I said no climbing till he gets
better." Bill looked up the rock
face next to the falls. "Heck, I'm
probably in trouble for coming out here without telling him where I was
going."
Freddie
gave Bill an odd look, ‘trouble there more than with us,’ he thought. "Trouble?" Freddie asked not
wanting to pry but hell, maybe this guy could help him understand all this
stuff.
Billy
didn't say anything for a couple of minutes.
When he did speak he asked Freddie, "Are you staying at Teardrop
Lake Resort?"
Freddie
thought that was an odd question. "Umm yeah," he answered.
"Then
you know it's a special place?" the older man asked fishing to see what
Freddie knew of the resort.
"All
I was told was it was a resort for gay men in an odd type of relationship which
I don't understand why they do it,” he said looking at the older man. "Did
I make sense?" he asked.
"Yeah,
you made sense," Billy assured Freddie.
"Sounds like you are having second thoughts about being here, or
maybe about the lifestyle."
"Here?
No I love these type of things. But I am not sure about, I just don't
understand why one partner would want to punish the other for something, like
cleaning car parts in the house, or running late,” Freddie stopped. He looked
down at his hands. "Disrespecting
someone other than your partner," he said with a sigh.
"Maybe
I can help you understand some of it, Freddie,” Billy said. "It was hard for me to understand when
Stephen, um, Stephen is my husband, brought up the discipline he thought would
be good for us. All I could think of was
I was too old to be spanked and there was no way in hell that I was going to
let him hit me."
"Owen’s
my partner, we've only been together for a few months now. I thought he was out of his tree when he
suggested it, I still do." Freddie swatted at the fly that landed on is
leg and then scratched his neck. "Can you explain to me, how is Owen
spanking me for calling my... someone a bitch or a few other choice names going
to stop me from doing it again?" He asked.
"Well,
let me ask you this instead,” Bill said trying to form his words carefully so
as not to piss Freddie off, "Do you think you need help with some of your,
um, some of the things you say and do?"
Freddie
looked down at his hands, "I want to say yeah, because I don't ever want
to see the hurt in Owens eyes again, but then again I want to say no, cause I
am a man and I should be able to do what I want,” Freddie told him. “But most of all I don't want to lose
Owen," he said and wiped his eyes off with his shirt again.
“Well,
for me and Stephen, the DP works because we trust and love each other. I trust him to never hurt me. He was there to help correct some of my bad
habits. And now it’s a lot easier.” Billy explained. “Of course, I still step over the line from
time to time and when I do I know he will be there to help me. But it wasn't something that came easy to
me."
"Yeah,
I know what you mean, this is hard for me, to accept." Freddie said.
"Did
Owen say you would lose him if you didn't try the DP or didn't come
here?" Billy asked.
"No,
he keeps telling me he never leave me or Dakota," Freddie said, not
realizing he mentioned his son.
"Do
you believe him?"
Freddie
was looking off into the distance. “Yeah
I do, I really do," he said with a bright smile.
"Good,
because it won't work without the trust,” Billy grinned back at Freddie. "This, the resort, is the best place in
the world for you to learn about the lifestyle.
The owner build the place so guys like us could come here and explore
everything we need to understand it."
"Yeah,
Owen told me there's a class on how to stay out of trouble. “ Freddie told him.
"Does your husband want to hold you after a punishment? Owen tried the first
time he spanked me, and I didn't want him to touch me. I wanted to be left
alone.” He looked sad again.
“There
are several classes and not all of them are for the brats," Billy laughed, "Some think brat is a
degrading term but I love when Stephen says I'm his brat." He grinned like it was the best thing to be a
brat. “But you’ll learn a lot by just talking to some of the resident brats and
tops. Anyway, yeah, he holds me. If he didn't I wouldn't have that release I
need. When he holds and comforts me
after it's like he is saying I'm forgiven.
That we can move on...um, that the slate is clean. That took a little while to understand too,
but Stephen never gave up no matter how much I pushed him away."
Billy
looked at Freddie and saw the confusion there.
“You are probably wondering why I love that my guy calls me his
brat?” He waited for his new friend to
respond and when he saw the nod he continued.
“Well, for most people the term brat means negative things like trouble
maker, whiner, weakling, attention getter, nothing good. But for most of us who come to TLR it’s more
about being someone who does better in life when they are held accountable for
their actions. I know if I didn’t have
Stephen to hold me accountable my life wouldn’t be as happy as it is.”
Freddie laughed, when
he got called a brat it usually meant he was spoiled. "So if Owen
calls me a brat it's ok, cause it don't mean what it meant when my brother
called me it?" Freddie asked this was getting more confusing than ever.
“Nope, it’s more a
term of affection in a DP.”
"Question?"
Freddie asked.
"Shoot, and I'll
try to answer it," Billy chuckled.
"Did
you feel strange after your punishment was over, like a heavy blanket got
pulled off?" he asked.
"Yeah,
I do every time," the older man answered.
"Stephen says it's because the guilt I was feeling has been atoned
for, um, it's like I paid the price for the crime and my heart is free
again."
Freddie
nodded his head, "Do you get a choice in what is done when you get in
trouble?" He asked.
"Well,
that's a hard question to answer. We
talked a long time about things that might happen when we first decided on a DP
so I pretty much know what might happen but the real choice is Stephen's."
Again
the younger man nodded his head. "Do you think it would be ok it I suggest
to Owen that I don't like a certain thing to be used?" He asked with his
eyes looking at the trees behind the older man.
"Well,
if you do it before you are in trouble it should be ok," Bill said. "Owen should respect your hard limits if
he's any kind of top. But I do know for
a fact that trying to change what he wants to use after you are in trouble
isn't going to work."
Freddie
laughed at that, "Yeah I learned that also, with my dad. If he was going to use the ruler you didn't
want to try to negotiate cause you’d get something worse.
"Yeah,
I guess things never change."
"I
kind of took off the day after my first spanking. I went to my old pad cause I
had to think. I didn't understand then
but I am understanding some know with your help. Do you think the class might
help me understand more in this kind of lifestyle?”
“Yeah,
the classes will help or at least give you some ideas,” Bill answered. “If I was you I would go to a couple that are
more about the lifestyle. Ya, know,
about why it works and why it is right for you.
I think you will learn more if you talk to some of the other brats there
though. Most of them have been doing
this as long or longer than me.”
Freddie
smiled. "When you first got here you said you were probably in trouble for
not telling your husband where you went.
Why?" He asked. "If
it's not my business it’s ok to tell me to but out."
"Well,
like I said before, my husband fell during a rock climb. I was climbing alone and he was trying to get
to me after he saw me slip. Anyway, he
got banged up pretty good. He fell once
before we met and lost his leg. That's
how we met. I was his physical therapist," Billy explained. "When he fell this time it really scared
me. He's resting back at our bungalow
but I just needed to get away for a while.
One of our main rules is that we always let the other know where we are
going. I left in a hurry and didn't tell him where I was going, so I know I'm
in trouble.”
Freddie
thought for a few minutes, "Owen said something about rules. As a "Brat" do we have a choice in
the rules, or is that something the "Top" picks and chooses?" he
asked. He knew one rule already and that
was not to disrespect Owen's wishes by calling Precious foul names. "Oh
wow, I didn't tell Owen either. He was
in the bedroom putting stuff up, but I guess if I am in trouble I'll accept it
cause I probably scared the bee's wax right out of him," he told Bill.
“Well,
it works the same as the punishments.
You need to negotiate rules ahead of time. But new rules can be made when the need arises.”
Bill answered then said, “I think it would be a big step for you guys if you do
accept whatever he dishes out. But I
hope he understands how confused you are.”
“Now
can I ask you something?” Billy asked
quietly.
“Yes,
of course it only fair since I've asked you a bunch," Freddie told him.
"Before
you mentioned someone called Dakota. Is
Dakota another partner? Are you in a
threesome?" Bill asked.
"Um,
no," Freddie kind of looked at his hands for a moment, "he's our son,
well mine, but Owen accepted him in his life," Freddie told him.
"Oh,"
Bill sighed, "guess I stuck my foot in my mouth. But, hey, that's neat that you two have a
son."
"Naw,
you’re ok, I'm not ashamed of him," Freddie laughed. "It’s just some
of my friends didn't understand how I became a dad, since I'm gay," he
told him.
"Well,
that is a neat trick but I wasn't wondering about it. That's your business not mine."
Freddie
chuckled. "Yeah it was a trick alright.
A dirty one, but no one was laughing," he said. "So besides
climbing what else do you do, for fun?" he asked.
Billy
laughed at Freddie’s attempt to change the subject. "Swimming, hiking, outdoor stuff, “he
answered but then got quiet for a minute.
"Well, if Stephen gets better without any permanent damage."
"If he is as good as you say he is, he'll be
fine," Freddie said. He looked up and let out a small groan, "It's
past five, and I left about two." Freddie told him.
“Yeah,
I hope so and you're right we better be getting back."
Billy
stood and offered Freddie his hand to help him stand too. Both young men were brushing off their shorts
when they heard a rustle of leaves.
Turning they saw a tall man leaning against one of the oak trees close
to the trail.
"Ut
oh," Billy groaned.
"Who's
that" Freddie whispered.
"Heath,"
Billy whispered back, "Stephen probably sent him out to look for me."
"He
don't look happy" Freddie whispered again, "You think he'll tell
Owen?" he asked.
"He's
a top so probably."
Heath
stepped away from the tree and walked up the Billy. "You're a long way from home Billy."
"Nice
to meet you, Bill. I'm going to find my way back. Catch you later." Freddie said as he turned
to leave.
"Hold
up young man," Heath said in a tone that froze Freddie. "You must be Freddie. There's a man back at the resort worried sick
about you."
Freddie
dropped his head to his chest. "Um, yeah, that why I was headed back to
the hut," he said with a smile.
"I
think you should walk back with us. That
way you won't get lost." Heath said.
"I'm Heath the doctor here," he said holding his hand out to
the young man.
“Hi, I’m
Freddie the lost little Indian boy," he said with a grin as he shook the
large hand.
“Let’s
get outta here before the sun sets and it gets cold and dark,” Heath
instructed.
"Um,
did that man look mad," he whispered as they started to head back.
"I
think he is more relieved that he found us safe," Bill answered.
"For
now we're safe." Freddie whispered again.
"Ah,
Doc, how is Stephen?" Billy asked.
"He's
resting but worried about you,” Heath answered.
"I think you have some explaining to do when you get
back." The Doc pulled his walkie
talkie free from his belt. "James,
come in please."
"Why
are you calling James?" Billy whined.
"So
he can tell Stephen and Owen that their brats are safe," Heath smiled,
"for now."
"Who's
James?" Freddie asked. Man he wished he paid more attention when they had
that interview.
"He
owns the resort, and has warned me more than once not to wander off."
"Oh
yeah, I forgot." Freddie told him.
When
James keyed in Heath let him know that he had the boys and they were on their
way back.
"We're
not ten for God sakes," Freddie snapped.
Heath
stopped and turned to look at Freddie.
His eyebrow raised. Before the
doc could say anything Bill stepped between them. "Heath, Freddie is a bit confused about
DP and what's expected. They only just
started as a couple. That's what was
taking us so long up here, we were talking about it.” Billy said as fast as he could to prevent
Heath from scolding his new friend.
Heath
took a deep breath. "I see,"
he said,” is there anything you would like to ask me Freddie?" he offered.
"Sorry
dude" Freddie told him. "Um, no, Bill has answered what I was worried
about," he told the Doctor.
"Ok,
good," Heath replied, "but if you ever need to talk there are a lot
of us here that are more than willing to help out."
"Ok,
there is one question, um, what makes a guy decide to roll this way?"
Freddie asked.
Heath
looked at Freddie and decided he really was serious and did want to know why.
"Roll which way? Be a Top or Brat or be in a DP?"
Freddie
let out a breath. "To be in a DP, I mean what makes one decide to do this?
I've read some stuff, but it didn't explain to where I could really understand
it." Freddie told him feeling his cheeks burn. He was glad it was getting dark so neither of
the two men could see how embarrassed he was.
Heath
turned back toward the resort and then with a young man on each side of him he
slowly started walking. "I'm not
sure there is an easy answer, Freddie.
At least not one that most people accept. It's just something that feels right."
"Yeah,
Mutt says it's the way we are wired." Billy added.
"Yeah
well I think we are going to need some electrical tape cause sparks are going
to fly." Freddie said then pulled
back a little. Then he stopped and looked at the resort.
Heath
laughed, "It'll be ok, Freddie.
I'll talk to Owen if you want. I
know you two are new to this and you need some time to understand. It's not sounding to me like this was your
idea.”
"Bill
said some guys ask their partners to
spank them!" Freddie asked he was shocked to hear this. "Man, they
must have crossed wires." He told them, "No, that’s ok."
Freddie
scratched his head. "Just stand as
a referee for me ok?" He asked, letting out a breath he stepped up beside
Heath. "Shall we go face the music?"
"Let
me ask you something first. Are you
afraid of Owen?" Heath questioned Freddie.
"No,
Hell no" Freddie told him. "I just don't like to see that look of
disappointment on his face when I screw up, it makes me disappointed in myself
for upsetting him."
Freddie said. "It hurts to see that I hurt him,
does that make sense." He asked.
"Yes,
it makes perfect sense, Freddie," the doctor answered. "But you know I think because you hate
to disappoint Owen you just might be wired like the rest of us."
"And,
yeah, some of us do ask for a spanking when we feel guilty or just want a release," Bill said.
"But
you don't always get what you want do you, Bill?"
Heath
said grinning at Stephen’s husband.
"No,
it's up to Stephen to give me what I need."
Freddie
thought for a moment, on how the authority in Owens voice make his stop in his
tracks, the tingle he gets in the pit of his stomach. "Maybe…"
"Maybe
what, Freddie?" Heath asked.
"That
I am wired that way, sometimes it takes a few re-wires to get it the right way
across.”
"Well
right now I want a whopper with cheese, and large fries and a Dr. Pepper."
Freddie said as his stomach growled.
Both
Heath and Bill laughed, "Well, let's get you back to Owen and then maybe
you can have that whopper."
Freddie
laughed, "Not on your life, he’s death on fast foods. If my dad don't buy it, I don't get to eat
it," he said.
"Stephen
is the same way," Bill said, "There are days I would kill for a
cheeseburger."
Freddie
nodded. "Or a Combination Pizza with extra cheese, and a cold beer’"
he said.
"Don't they have a restaurant
here?" he asked looking around.
Heath
laughed, "Come on you two, now you're making me hungry."
"Hey
a condemned man or men should be able to eat what they want for their last meal
before they get walloped," Freddie told them as he picked up his pace to
catch up with the two older men. "Hey you two slow down, you both have
longer strides then me."
The
men slowed down waiting for Freddie to catch up with them. Heath dropped his arm over Billy
shoulder. "I want you to head straight
to Stephen, Bill. If he's sleeping don't
wake him. I'll be along later and let
him know what happened."
"Yes
sir," Billy said. "Nice
meeting you Freddie. See you
later." he said then turned to go find his husband.
"See
ya, Bill. Maybe if Owen will let me you
can teach me how to climb" Freddie told him.
"Ok,
Freddie, let's go find Owen."
"Well
the last time I saw him I left him at the hut," Freddie told him. "I
think I'll head that way now." He said turning on his heels to see Owen
standing there waiting for him.
"Ok,"
Heath agreed when he saw Owen with his arms open to welcome his lover back.
"Good luck."
Freddie
turned on his heels to see Owen standing there, he swallowed air, and looked at
the ground. He couldn’t read Owen’s
face. He wanted to see his handsome lover’s face, but he didn’t want to see the
disappointed look again, if it was there, so instead he kicked at the soft
dirt. His mind was going a mile a minute, his heart was racing. Should he go to him or should he wait to see
if Owen would come to him, or just turn around and go back to the bungalow.
"Come here," Owen's voice
broke slightly. "You scared me so much I thought you’d been hurt or worse.
I turned around and you weren't there anymore." Owen braced himself as
Freddie barreled into his arms. They stayed like that for a few minutes and
then reluctantly Owen gently released Freddie and hand in hand they walked into
the bungalow they'd been allocated.
They sat on the sofa, Freddie in
Owen's lap. "I had an interesting discussion with a Top while you were
missing," Owen said. "He said if it were his Brat who disappeared
like that the first thing he'd do was check he was okay, hug him and then
paddle him so hard he wouldn't sit comfortably for a week." Owen smiled
somewhat grimly as Freddie tensed. "Well I've done the first two but I
don't think I'm happy using a paddle on you. I think a good, hard bare bottom
spanking would drive the message home. I know we haven't discussed specific
rules but the one non-negotiable rule is if you do something that could hurt
you or another, there is only one punishment. This one will also be a lesson about running
away when things overwhelm you."
Freddie
tensed at the word paddle however, he curled up into his lover instead of
pulling away, “I took a walk, I didn’t run away, there’s a difference. I didn’t
know we’re supposed to leave a note, but I understand what you mean,” Freddie
told him. He pushed his face into the curve of his lover’s neck. “What am
I supposed to do when you give me that look?”
"Tell
me Frederick," Owen's voice became slightly more dominant, "is
it okay to walk away while I am not in the room especially if
you don't know the area?
Freddie’s body stiffened a little
when he heard his given name. He let out
a huff and tired not to shake. He was about
to get his tail roasted. He could give a smart ass reply but that would probably
get him in more trouble so he looked up at his lover.
“No sir,” He gave the only answer
that he knew Owen wanted to hear.
"Are you
scared?' Owen asked, "Freddie if you really don't want to be in a DP
I won't force you and I won't leave you. We both have to be OK about
this."
"Yes,
I’m scared,” Freddie shifted his body around so he could see his lover’s eyes.
"But not of you." he bumped his forehead into Owen’s, “I said I would
give this a try. I'm stubborn so it
takes more than a couple of times to understand something and I think this is
one of them." Freddie moved to his lover's side. “So as of right now
both of us are ok with it,” he said, waiting for his lover’s next move.
Owen undid
Freddie's trousers and slid them down and followed with his
boxers, then placed Freddie over his knees. He rested his hand on
the bottom, "This time I won’t ask any questions about how you ended
up here," he said calmly, and the first spank landed. Owen wasn't a
complete novice as a spanker, and he's been spanked often enough as a
child that he knew the most effective method. He paid close attention to
Freddie's sobs and controlled hands flying back to protect the vulnerable
bottom. Owen didn't stop until the bottom was red and glowing.
‘Oh wow, what the hell did he just
agree to?’ Freddie thought. This pain
was far worse than the first spanking Owen had given him. He didn't expect when
he threw his hand back to protect his rear it would get used as an anchor to
hold him tighter against Owen’s body. He
did his best to wiggle to get his rear away from the punishing hand. He even tried to roll off his lover’s lap. As the heat grew in his rear the cries got
louder, he was near hoarse when he finally gave up and stopped the fight. He knew he had scared his lover when he
disappeared.
"Chief, I'm Sorry," he
managed to get out in a hoarse voice.
"I know you're
sorry sweetheart," Owen replied, "We're all done and you're
forgiven." Owen didn't try to hold Freddie he just soothed the young
man by gentling rubbing his back. Then maneuvered so that Freddie was stretched
out on the sofa with his head in Owen's lap.
Freddie hooked is one
arm around Owen’s leg to keep him from going anyway, he curled the other one up
under his chest. When he stretched out his legs and let out a sound that
sounded like a cat in pain. He could feel his lover hand gently rubbing his
back but he couldn't figure how the soft hand was so hard not so long ago.
"Kind of ironic
our first day at a resort to teach a brat not to get in trouble and he gets in
trouble," Freddie spoke, his voice still horse. He really was not talking to anyone but he
knew Owen would hear.
Owen just smiled,
"We've not started any classes yet," he pointed out. "Maybe
what you just got will help focus you. Anyway we can worry about that
tomorrow. I had some dinner ready for when they found you and it's easily
reheated. Let's eat."
Freddie
gave a fake laugh, "Funny," he said as Owen helped him up on his
feet. One thing he did know was how to
stand without letting hot flesh touch anything. He grabbed his boxers with his
toes, and brought his leg up so he could pull up his boxers. Going into the kitchen he looked around
"What are these guys sadistic?" Freddie asked, looking at the old
fashioned wooden kitchen chairs, letting out a small whimper, "Can we
eat at the bar?" he asked shifting his weight,
They
ate standing and spent the rest of the night going through some of the classes
they wanted to attend, they also checked out the leisure activities and work
and no play make Owen and Freddie dull boys.
<<<<>>>>
Billy jogged down the
path to the bungalow he and Stephen shared every time they came to TLR.
He loved spending time at this resort with his husband. James,
Heath and Jeff were like the uncles he never had. He seemed to be closer
to the doctor and maybe that was because they worked in the medical
field.
The closer he got to
their bungalow the more he thought about the look on Heath’s face when he found
Billy and his new friend, Freddie. Heath did look relieved that he found Billy
but he also looked disappointed. The young man was sure if Freddie hadn’t
been there Heath would have swatted him for leaving Stephen alone and heading
to the falls. He knew the older man would never spank him but an
attention getting smack wasn’t unusual. And maybe if Heath had smacked
him it would have relieved some of the guilt Billy was holding in his heart.
The young man quietly
climbed the steps and carefully open the front door. He stepped through
the opening then silently walked across the living room to stand at their
bedroom door. Billy could see that Stephen was sleeping. The pain
meds Heath had given the man he loved were giving Stephen the rest he needed to
heal. He stood watching the older man sleep for a few minutes then turned
and retraced his steps.
Once back on the porch
he leaned against one of the porch posts. He couldn’t get the picture of
Stephen falling at the cliffs out of his head. He could have lost the man
who was the world to him, the man who was his world. It didn’t matter what anyone else said this
young man knew it was his fault that his husband fell and came so close to
dying. Billy’s eyes blurred with tears
and he slammed his fist into the post. Then he did it again and again.
The pain in his hand seemed to dull the pain in his chest.
Suddenly, he was
jerked around and received three stinging smacks to the seat of his walking
shorts. “Stop it now, Billy!” Before the swats fully registered Heath
pulled him into a hug. The doctor simply held his friend, one hand
rubbing his neck the other holding the boy up.
The floodgates opened
and Billy cried his heart out against Heath’s chest. His legs buckled so
that Heath had to carry him to the porch swing. The doctor placed the
young man on the swing and sat beside him. Billy leaned into Heath’s
side trying to gain some control of his emotions. Heath didn’t say
anything he just kept his arm around his young friends shoulders.
Billy, embarrassed
that he had lost control in front of the doctor voice broke as he whispered,
“S…sorry, Doc.”
“Easy, Bill, it’s ok.”
Heath softly replied. “You’ve been through a lot worrying about Stephen.
And I bet you two haven’t been able to sort things out yet either?”
Heath almost missed
the shake of Billy’s head.
“Stephen is going to
be good as new, Bill. No lasting injuries,” the doc tried assure him.
“I’ll start weaning him off the pain pills tomorrow and all too soon you
two will be back out there climbing those cliffs.”
Billy sniffed, sat up
and wiped his hand across his eyes. “Oww,” he hissed.
“Let me see your hand,
Bill.” Heath ordered.
“It’s OK, Doc.” The
younger man said putting his hand behind him.
“William, I’m not
going to play this game with you.” Heath ordered is full top mode. “Let
me see your hand.”
Shaking his head Billy
put his injured hand in the doctor’s hand. “Looks like the post didn’t
agree with you hitting it.” His scraped and bloody knuckles were starting
to swell from smashing his hand against the post. Heath gently manipulated Billy’s hand being
extra careful with the ring and pinky fingers. “Let’s get you over to the infirmary so I can
take a couple of pictures of your hand.”
Billy started to argue
with the doctor but when that eyebrow rose he changed his mind. “Will it
take long, Doc? I don’t want to leave Stephen alone.”
Heath snickered.
“That didn’t seem to be a problem when you left him alone to go to the falls.”
He looked around and saw one of the landscapers pruning some bushes close
to them. “Hey, Torren, I need a favor.” He called out.
“Sure thing, Doc, what
da ya need?” the normally shy young man asked.
“I need to take Billy
over to the infirmary so I need someone to stay here in case Stephen wakes up.”
Heath explained.
“Ok, Doc, I can do
that, um, if you aren’t gone too long.”
“We should be gone
about an hour, Tor.” Heath answered. “If you need to leave call James and
he’ll come over and relieve you, Ok?”
“Ok, Doc,” Tor
said.
“Come on Bill, let’s
get you checked out.”
Heath had left his
cart at the infirmary earlier so the two men walked down the path. It
didn’t take long for the doctor to find out that Billy only bruised his hand.
He cleaned and bandaged his bloody knuckles then splinted his patient’s
hand. “The way things are going I’m going to need to order more splints,” Heath
laughed.
“Yeah,” Billy agreed.
“I guess it was pretty stupid of me to hit that post.”
“Well, it wasn’t the
smartest thing to do, Bill,” Heath chuckled as he pulled an ice pack from a
small freezer. “I want you to keep this on your hand,” he said handing
the pack to Billy. “Use it for 10 minutes at a time and keep it in the
freezer when you aren’t using it.”
“Ok, can I go now?”
“Sure just be careful
with that hand. Watch for swelling. I’ll come by tomorrow and look at
it.” Heath instructed.
Billy followed Heath
to the porch. “Thanks Heath, um, for everything.” He said then ran down
the steps. When he got back to the bungalow he thanked Torren for
watching Stephen then went in to the bedroom and snuggled up next to his
husband. He was asleep before he felt Stephen’s arm wrap around him.
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