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Six months later… “Sammie?” Tyler shouted as he entered the apartment. He still held the same job he’d gotten a year ago although Sammie had quit the company to start his own web design business. As soon as Sammie got it off the ground, Tyler planned to join him, working from home. “Sammie?” he called again. “In here,” Sammie called from his office. They had converted the spare bedroom, Steve’s old room, into an office. “You said you had something to show me,” Tyler walked over to
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Steve's funeral was held on Friday in the little chapel of the mortuary. Both Steve and Sammie had obviously misjudged how many people would attend. All the seats were filled and a group of people stood in the back with no place left to sit. As per Steve's wishes, he was cremated. The urn and a picture of Steve looking young, healthy, and vibrant were on a table at the front of the room. Steve had not wanted his friends to remember him as the thin frail cancer patient he had become, but a
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Sammie had made the calls and everything was set for Lisa, Terri, Troy, and Joel to stop by that evening to say their goodbyes to Steve. Jeanette had confirmed what Sammie had feared - Steve wouldn't live much longer. She felt he only had a few days, a week at the most. Sammie had taken a leave of absence from work and barely left Steve's bedside. He spent his nights on the sofa by Steve's bed and his days sitting beside him. Occasionally Troy or Tyler would drag him away long enough to
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During the next few weeks Steve's health continued to fail. He spent most of his days in bed, too weak to sit up for more than an hour or so. Sammie was still working mornings but he knew he would need to be home fulltime soon. He had spoken with his boss, Tom, asking if he could take a leave of absence. Tom had assured him that when the time came he would be able to take off as needed. Tyler and Sammie had yet to take their relationship to the next level, although their friendship was
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In the car on the way home from Dr. Ross’s office Sammie recovered from his shock that Steve was stopping his treatments, and was scared. “Why won’t you just try the chemotherapy? It may not be that bad,” he pleaded. “Sammie.” “But, you could just try it,” he argued. “Sammie, you promised.” “When it was time. It’s not time yet. You can’t give up already.” “Sammie. Enough.” Steve said it softly, but Sammie knew he was already weary of the argument. They rode the rest of the way
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The fourth week of Steve’s treatments seemed to go more smoothly than the previous one. Tyler being there full time to help really made the difference Troy still came by every morning and took Steve to the hospital for his round of radiation, then would bring him back home and stay until Sammie came home at noon. Sammie would spend his afternoons tending to Steve until Tyler got home around six. Then Tyler would take over and Sammie would get out his laptop and work on whatever project need
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Soon enough it was Monday morning with Steve's next round of radiation. "You sure you don't want me to take you? I mean since it's the first one and all?" Sammie asked. "Don't be ridiculous. And I still don't think you need to take every afternoon off work, at least not yet," Steve said, trying to get Sammie out the door and on to the office. They had already made arrangements for Troy to come by and drive Steve to the hospital. "Well, I want to be here, you know, just in case." "Yea
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Sunday morning Sammie awoke before Tyler. As he lay in bed watching Tyler sleep, again he noticed the scars Tyler carried. The ones over his back looked like cigarette burns. The long scar on his abdomen Sammie guessed was a puncture wound from maybe a knife, but the initials carved into Tyler's skin were the ones Sammie found the most disturbing. Some one had branded him. Sammie slid out of bed silently; deciding today would probably be awkward enough. He hadn't meant to use Tyler and r
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It was 9 o’clock Monday morning and once again Sammie was alone in a crowded waiting room. This time he had brought along a magazine to read, but found he couldn’t concentrate on any of the articles. The doctor had told them the surgery would take most of the morning and not to expect Steve to leave recovery until early afternoon. Sammie felt like time had stopped completely. He had been sitting here for fifteen minutes and it felt like fifteen hours. Dreading the long wait he knew lay ah
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Sammie got home in time to pick up Steve and drive him to the hospital for his first radiation treatment. The nurse that had scheduled the appointment had told them that Steve might be a bit nauseous, and a little more tired than usual. Depending on how long he received treatments, the side effect may get worse. Sammie sat in the waiting area until Steve came back out. “Ta-da!” Steve announced. “Ready?” “Yeah, let’s go home.” λλλλλλλλλλλλλ That afternoon was surreal, b
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“I think this weekend we should go get the rest of your stuff, move you back in here.” Sammie said. It was early Thursday evening. After they had gotten home from the hospital Steve had taken a nap on the sofa. He was awake now, sipping a 7-Up. “I told you, I don’t want you to feel obligated.” “ And I told you, it isn’t obligation I feel. Besides, what else are you going to do, have Teresa take care of you?” “I don’t want anyone to have to take care of me, damn it,” Steve snarled.
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The next morning Sammie awoke in bed with Steve lying next to him. For a moment he could almost pretend the last few months hadn’t happened. That Steve hadn’t left and wasn’t now sick. But looking as Steve as he slept, Sammie knew it was all true. Steve gaunt pale face told him so. “Steve? Don’t you need to get up for work today?” “Hmm? No.” “Oh. Okay.” Sammie snuggled back under the covers. “Vacation?” “No,” Steve rolled over, opening his eyes. “I haven’t been working for a week n
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Monday morning Sammie dragged himself into work feeling as through he had the word guilty written across his face. He had spent much of the night questioning himself for what he’d done. Why did he allow Steve to have such a hold on him? He wished he knew the answer. “Morning, Sammie. You look like shit.” Sammie slumped into his chair, “Yeah? Thanks, Jarred. I feel like shit too, funny how that works.” “Rough weekend?” “It’s not up for discussion,” Sammie said as he booted up his comp
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The following Saturday Sammie pulled up in front of Tyler’s apartment building to see Tyler pacing back and forth on the sidewalk. “Hey, what’s up?” Sammie asked noticing that Tyler seemed agitated. “Should I change clothes? Is this okay to wear?” Tyler asked. He was dressed in a pair of dark slacks and a light blue dress shirt. “Um, yeah, but you can just wear jeans if you want.” Sammie wore a pair of low cut jeans and a sweater that fit tightly enough to make out his well-defined ches
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Tyler was already at his desk and absorbed in a project when Sammie walked in on Monday morning. "Hey," Sammie said as he sat down. "Hi,” Tyler turned to him, "I finished that book you loaned me." He reached into his desk drawer and pulled it out, taking it over to Sammie. "Thanks, I really enjoyed it." "Wow, you must read pretty fast." Tyler shrugged. "So, you ready for another one?" Sammie asked. "Sure. You don't mind?" "No, I told you, you can borrow any of them. Do you h
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"Got plans for the weekend?" Sammie asked Tyler. It was the end of Tyler's first week and he and Sammie were having lunch in the park again. "Maybe I’ll go see the Arch," Tyler replied. "Really?" "Yeah, I've never been in it. Have you?" "Actually, no, I haven't." Tyler shook his head. "You've lived here all your life and never gone up in the Arch?" "Or seen the Cardinals Hall of Fame or the International Bowling Museum or toured Busch Brewery." "That's sad," Tyler said. "
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When Sammie came back from lunch, Tyler was still at his desk. "Please tell me you haven't been sitting here the whole time. You did take a lunch break, right?" "Yeah, I mean, I brought a sandwich, I just ate it here." Sammie shook his head. "Next time at least walk over to the park. Get some fresh air and a change of scenery." Tyler looked down, "Yeah, okay." "How are you coming on that project? Am I giving you too much too soon?" "Um, no. I don't think so. I think I understand w
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Slowly Sammie began putting himself back together. He resisted the urge to call Steve on his cell phone or at work. The man said he needed time; Sammie would try to give it to him. Steve had called once again, but the conversation had gone badly when Sammie started crying and begging Steve to come home. Steve had grown frustrated, hung up and since then Sammie had received a few cryptic e-mails, his reply to them always the same. Come home. Steve had been gone less than a week when their f
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“Come take me dancing,” Sammie asked of his lover. “Aren’t we a little old for that?” Steve replied. Sammie snorted at the implication. “We most certainly are not. Now, come on, go put on your dancing shoes. I want to go out.” Steve rolled his eyes at his lover’s campy behavior. “Yes, dear.” He smiled as he strode off to the bedroom to change. Sammie knew that Steve really did love him, and going out dancing at some club wasn’t so bad. Besides, it was just his role in the relationshi
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Life seldom works out as planned.
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From the doorway Sammie watched Tyler standing in front of the kitchen sink where he was rinsing the dinner dishes. He wore only a pair of low-slung jeans. His beautiful brown skin gleamed in the overhead light as he began loading the dishwasher. Sammie felt his groin stir as he watched his boy. Tyler had no idea the power he held over Sammie and Sammie had no idea how he became so caught up by this kid. But none of that mattered right now. Right now all that mattered was Sammie's dick and Ty
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Dirty dishes can be very erotic.
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Thomas, Jamie, and Robbie stood with Susan by the casket at the front of the chapel while people filed in to pay their respects and give their condolences. “Your father was a fine man,” the boys were told over and over again. Thomas looked out at all the people that were mingling around the room. Lisa, Sara, and Koi were standing together on the other side of the room. Many of the well wishers were stopping to give their condolences to Lisa as well. She had been a part of the family for so
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Twenty years ago – “That was really stupid, Thomas,” Jamie said. “What?” “You tied Robbie to a tree? What were you thinking?” “I was thinking that he needed to get over being afraid of his own shadow,” Thomas defended. “He’s eight years old! When I was eight I was afraid of everything too.” “No, you weren’t. Robbie is a wimp. Don’t you see? I’m just trying to keep him from getting beat up and made fun of as he gets older.” “By bullying him? It isn’t working, Thomas
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Twenty years ago – It had been over a month since Robbie had spent the night lost in the woods. He had yet to go back there with his brothers. Every time Jamie or Thomas mentioned going to the creek to play, Robbie had some excuse to not go along. At first Thomas let him off the hook, but as the days turned into week Thomas started pressuring him to come with them back to the woods and face his fears. “Come on Robbie, lets go play in the creek,” Thomas said one afternoon. They were home al
