Stitcher - 14. Home... Really Home

Finally! After nine days in rehab Hell, Ian was coming home. I couldn’t sleep at all last night from the excitement! All I could think about was my beautiful boy lying next to me—with that fucking adorable smile! But we sure had a time in the rehab center.

Yeah—they call it a rehab center, but it’s just a nursing home with a shitload of old people. Don’t get me wrong. I don’t have anything against older people, as I totally intend to be one someday. But while there were a couple of really cool older people there, the majority of them just seemed to be waiting to die.

The bad news was that while Ian was supposed to have a private room for his brief stay, there wasn’t one available. The good news? Walter Evans. Walter is this totally cool 63-year-old man who was sharp as a tack and funny as fuck. His daughter had to place him in the nursing home after his wife died. Because of his severe arthritis, he was unable to care for himself.

His daughter was a single mom with three kids. Two were off to college, and one of them was a twelve-year-old with special needs. It broke her heart to put her father in the nursing home, but he told her he wouldn’t have it any other way.

Walter adored Ian and treated him like the son he never had—even though he was really a grandfather type. He was intrigued by our relationship and asked a lot of questions. One evening, Walter confessed that he always felt that he was probably gay. But Walter lived in a time where it was something he couldn’t pursue without losing almost everything.

He always told us how he admired us for being able to live our authentic lives. On the fifth or sixth day of Ian’s rehab, my boy had had an unusually good day and made a lot of progress. He was in a great mood and excitedly told me about his sessions.

Then, out of the blue, Walter interrupted Ian. “Boys, it makes me so happy to see so much love between two people. Will you do me a favor?”

Ian looked over and smiled. “Sure, Pops. What would you like?”

“Will you and Cam kiss each other for me?”

Well, how the fuck could we turn down an invite to kiss? So we did—A nice, lovely, gentle kiss.

“No, boys. A real kiss. I want to see a kiss filled with love.”

“Wow! Really Walter? I know Ian can handle it, but can you?”

“Well, we won’t know until it happens, will we? Now get to it!”

So we did—again. But this time, Ian gave me a kiss that reminded me of our first night together. It was a kiss filled with passion, tongue, and lots of moaning. God, I love my boy! When we broke the kiss, we looked over at a smiling Walter, with eyes brimming with tears.

“Boys, that was one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen. The two of you have so much love for each other! I’m sad that I never had the chance to experience that kind of passion in my life. But I’m happy that I’ve had the chance to see it. Thank you!”

“Pops. You do realize that because of you, my boy and I are horny as Hell now!”

“Well, I would ask you to make love, but I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t be able to handle that! You two are probably the most beautiful young men I’ve ever seen. If I saw you guys making love, my heart would be happy—but would probably stop!”

We all laughed. I walked over to Walter and gave him a light kiss on the lips. “You are an amazing man, Walter. And I’m glad Ian and I have you in our lives. And I promise you, once we are out of here, we’ll be back to visit, and if your daughter allows it, we’ll see about getting you out of here and bringing you over to the house for dinner every now and then.”

“Well, she’ll be here tomorrow evening with her son, Timmy. Now you should know that Timmy’s a special boy. He’s twelve and has the sweetest heart. He’s—what do they call it now? Oh yes, he’s on that Autism Spectrum. He’s good with family members, but we never know who he’ll take to. He could meet you and shut himself off. Or he could connect with you on some level and be your best friend.

The next day, Charlie and I were closing up the shop when he asked if he could come with me to visit Ian. I told him that I needed to stop by the house and pick up Eli since Ian had sent me a text telling me he needed a baby fix.

Of course, Charlie was thrilled to get to spend some time with the little man, and that was all he could talk about. Unfortunately, I had completely forgotten that Walter was also going to have visitors.

Charlie and I walked into the room with Eli in Charlie’s arms. Walter’s daughter was sitting in the chair beside his bed, and Timmy was sitting on her lap. Ian was on his phone with his earbuds in and looked up with his signature smile as we walked into the room.

“Da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da!” Eli was thrilled to see his other daddy and was soon in Ian’s arms.

“Mama! A baby! Can I go see him?”

Charlie got a twinkle in his eye and started another one of his famous connections. “His name is Eli. What’s yours?”

“Timothy.”

“Hi, Timothy. I’m Charlie—and this is Cam.”

“Hi, Charlie. Can I see the baby?”

Charlie reached his hand out to Timothy, and much to his mother’s surprise, the young boy took the older boy’s hand and allowed himself to be led to Ian and Eli.

“Oh my, I’ve never seen Timmy take to someone so quickly! This is—it’s—I have no idea what just happened!”

I wasn’t surprised at all. Charlie has a gift—a true gift—where he opens his heart and soul to those you least think would connect. He’s a fucking magician. We all just watch in awe as Timothy talked to the baby.

“Hi, baby. I’m Timothy. But you can call me Timmy if you want.”

“Ga-ga-ga (Gurgle)” Eli reached out and grabbed Timothy’s finger.

“Mama, he wants my finger!”

“Timmy, that means he likes you!”

“I like him, too.”

“Hi, Timothy. I’m Ian.”

“Is he your baby?”

“Yes. Cam and I are his daddies.”

“He has two daddies. I have one mommy. Does he have a mommy, too?”

Ian looked at me with a how-do-I-answer-this-one kind of look. Charlie took the ball. “Eli had a mommy, but she got hurt real bad and went to heaven when Eli was born.”

“I had a daddy who went to heaven. Maybe they’re playing together.”

“Yeah, that would be cool, wouldn’t it?”

“Yeah. Cool.”

And just as quickly as Timothy let Charlie and Eli into his world, he was finished and went back to his mother’s lap.

“Miss Evans, you have a beautiful son. I’m honored that he let me in.”

“Jeannie. Please call me Jeannie. And that was a miraculous thing that just happened. Normally he would bury his face in my shoulder, but there was something about you that he just connected to.”

“Jeannie, Ian and I were talking with Walter last night, and we had an idea that we would like to bring Walter over to our home once every week or so for one of our family dinners. Of course, we would love to include you and Timothy—and Charlie, of course!”

“I think that would be a wonderful idea. I know Daddy puts up a good front, but I also know he doesn’t like living here all that much. All he’s talked about for the last week is how wonderful you boys are. I can’t say that I disagree at all!”

“So then it’s set!”

And set it was! Ian insisted that we have our first extended family dinner the night he came home. He wanted to celebrate and said that our new friends must a part of the festivities.

A few days later, I took the afternoon off from work and left Charlie to close up shop. I wanted to get home and make sure everything was ready for my boy’s return!

Sam had made a few changes in the house to make life a little easier for Ian. He had a temporary chair lift installed along the stairs down to our apartment for those days Ian didn’t have the strength to climb up or down the stairs. His rehab therapist said going up the stairs would be a lot easier than going down.

The best part was he had the bathtub removed from our bathroom and had an awesome walk-in shower put in. Fucking awesome! More room for hot shower sex!

At about 1:00, Sam and Claire hopped in the SUV and went to bring my boy home. I fed Eli, changed, and bathed him. I figured all that attention and activity would wear my little man out, and about five minutes before I heard the chair lift start, Eli was out like a light!

And there he was, my beautiful boy was sitting in his special chair as the lift brought him down the stairway. Slowly—very slowly—Holy fuck! That thing is slow! But as soon as our eyes met, he smiled and said, “Hi baby, I’m home!” and Goddammit! I started crying like a little girl—an ugly cry, too.

Claire was following Ian down the stairs, carrying his bag. When he finally got to the bottom of the steps, Claire set his bag down, kissed Ian on the cheek, and welcomed him home. When she asked if he needed anything, he told her that he was exhausted and just wanted to rest before everyone came over for the celebration dinner.

Claire then looked at me and warned me not to wear Ian out and then fucking winked at me! I swear, sometimes it’s just embarrassing as fuck to have cool adults around!

Ian had his walking crutches and pulled himself out of the seat so he could kiss me. He leaned into me and whispered, “I’m not tired at all, and I totally expect you to try and wear me out!”

Claire headed back upstairs and shut the door as we headed back to the bedroom. On the way, we stopped in to check on the baby. I stood behind my beautiful boy and wrapped my arms around him as he sighed and leaned against me. “You know, babe. Despite all the bullshit we’ve been through, this little boy is still the most important thing in our lives. He brings so much love and joy to—Hell, to the world. I haven’t told anyone this, but when things were at their worst, all I would do was think of you and our little boy, and I knew I could fight my way through anything.”

Whoa. I’m so tired of crying! But I couldn’t help it. I was in the room with the two most important boys in my life. I held Ian tighter and started to kiss his neck.

“God, Cam. If we don’t get naked and into our bed right now, I will never marry you!”

With that, Ian pulled away from me and headed to our room. I followed closely behind, of course! I told my boy to lay down on the bed. I removed his clothes, making love to every bit of skin as it appeared. I’d like to say I took my time, but fuck me—I finally had my boy back in our bed.

When Ian was finally naked and sprawled on our bed, I couldn’t help but admire his beauty as I began shedding my clothes. His skin was still a golden brown with a shock of white from his skimpy speedos. His taut abs rose and fell with his panting breath. His amazing cock was bouncing with the beat of his heart. My surprise was he had completely shaved his bush and balls. So. Fucking. Hot.

I was completely naked now, and my cock had a stream of precum that Ian begged me to feed him. Who was I to say no to my boy? I straddled his chest and let him have his way with my cock. God, his mouth felt like magic on Cam Jr.!

“Sweet Jesus, Cam! It’s been over a month since we’ve been together in our bed!”

I wasn’t about to start crying again, so I had to think fast!

“Shut up and suck, beautiful boy!”

“Why don’t you flip around and take your own advice?”

Brilliant! It’s been over a week since we’ve been able to do anything beyond kissing. We are two horned-up boys, and we both need to get off.

Ian stayed on his back, and I flipped around, hovering over the hottest bod on the cape. Let me tell you something, as incredible fucking is, there’s nothing like feeling the exact same pleasure you’re giving. I love a hot sixty-nine with my boy just about as much as feeling him inside me.

We were matching each other’s movements and moaning as our cocks moved into each other’s throats. It didn’t take long for us to both reach the point of no return and soon found ourselves pumping hot nut into each other’s mouths. Fuck! He tastes amazing!

I flipped back around and lay on top of my boy. We kissed, tasting the remains of our loads. Ian Jr. never went soft, and my boy started grinding his cock into mine—which, of course, got mine nice and hard and ready for the next adventure.

I reached over to the nightstand and grabbed the lube. I poured a good amount into my hand, and I swear my whole body shivered with anticipation as I slicked up my boy’s powerful cock.

Remember what I said about that hot sixty-nine with Ian? I was wrong. Even though it’s a very close second, the sixty-nine is most definitely trumped by the feeling of Ian Jr. sliding into my ass. I’ve said it before—Ian’s cock is perfectly made for my ass. The slight curve destroys my magic spot, and most times, I get a volcanic explosion of a hands-free nut.

And today was no exception. As I worked my ass up and down Ian Jr., I soon heard my beautiful boy panting and moaning. Yes, he was on the verge of filling me with his seed, and his pulsing cock did its magic on my spot. I was covering Ian, the bed, and the headboard with one of the most powerful nuts I’ve ever experienced!

And then it happened—out of nowhere. The tears just started falling. Fuck! I’m so tired of crying!

“Are you okay, baby? Did I hurt you?”

“God no, Ian. I’m sorry!” I lowered myself down and laid on top of my beautiful boy. I moved my face over to the side of his, so I wouldn’t drown him with my fucking tears.

“It’s weird. Like in two seconds, I was just overcome with this jumble of thoughts and feelings. I hit me how close I came to losing you, and how you were finally home where you belong, and then how, more than ever, I realized that my life was about that little boy in the next room and you, and our wedding, and—"

That’s it. I think my mind let me know that I didn’t have to be the “strong one” anymore, and everything that I had kept to myself just let go all at once.

I don’t know how he did it since he didn’t have much strength at all in his legs, but my boy pulled us over, so we were both on our sides facing each other.

“I get it, baby. Lying in bed for the best part of five weeks, I had a lot of thinking time. So yes, I get it. For most of our lives, we’ve lived for ourselves. What makes us happy. What motivates us to get out of bed and start our day.

“And then you came into my life, and everything changed. Now—especially now—it’s all about what makes you and Eli happy. What motivates me to get out of bed every morning is to make your day the best it could possibly be.”

I just pulled him tighter into my arms and gave him a kiss from deep in my soul. I loved this boy more than life itself.

I don’t know how long we held each other like that, but we were totally glued together from my dried cum. I pried us apart and got Ian his walking crutches. We eventually made our way into the new walk-in shower. There was a short shower stool for Ian to sit on, and I cleaned him from head to toe. I quickly cleaned myself and grabbed a couple of towels. I dried Ian off and then worked to get myself dry.

Just as we were walking out of the bathroom, I heard Eli gurgling on the baby monitor. I helped Ian dress, changed a diaper, and got my little boy ready for our welcome home dinner party. Welcome home, indeed!

* * * * *

Claire made two humongous pans of lasagna, and I helped her put together a Caesar salad while she put the finishing touches on a couple of cheesecakes with raspberry sauce. Eli was happy in his new favorite piece of furniture, a bouncy seat. Ian, sitting in his wheelchair, played some new game on his phone when the back door opened. It was Charlie, who had walked in with Jacob in tow. Jacob gave Claire a couple of bottles of sangria to go with dinner, and Ian’s eyes lit up. Claire noticed and reminded him that he was still on pain pills and couldn’t have any alcohol.

Claire pulled Eli’s bottle out of the microwave and took it over and looked at Ian and Charlie, and smiled. “Who gets this?”

Ian looked over to Charlie and asked, “Can I? I haven’t fed the little man in so long.”

“Of course, Ian. He is your son, after all.”

Charlie took the baby out of the bouncy seat and handed him over to Ian, and the feeding commenced as the front doorbell rang. Claire dried her hands and said, “That must be the Evans.”

Walter, Jeannie, and Timmy followed Claire back to the kitchen, and as soon as Timmy spotted Charlie, a big smile covered the boy’s face. “You are here! Mama said you would be!” He walked over to Charlie and sat on his lap, resting his head on his new friend’s shoulder.

“The baby’s hungry.”

Claire asked me to set the dining room table, looked over to Charlie, and asked if he wanted to help. Charlie readily agreed and asked Timmy if he wanted to help them. “Mama doesn’t want me to carry dishes around. I’ll break them.”

“How about you and I do the silverware while Cam does the plates?”

“Okay.”

I had to smile at Charlie. He is so good with kids, and I swear if he asked a kid to help him clean up dog shit, the kid would jump at the chance!

The three of us had the table set in no time, just as Vic and Hayden walked into the kitchen. Sam brought out the lasagna pans and placed one on each end of the table, while Claire brought in the salad. Ian had just finished feeding the baby, and I set him down in the portable crib that we kept upstairs.

Sam set out a couple of pitchers of iced tea and another of lemonade, and we were all set for dinner. Claire had put Timmy between Walter and Jeannie, but he insisted on sitting next to Charlie, so everyone shifted a bit, and all was well with the world.

Jeannie kept looking at her son and seemed amazed that he was completely engrossed in conversation with Charlie. Occasionally Charlie would look over at me and just smile. That boy needs to be a daddy more than anything!

About halfway through the meal, Walter started to tear up and soon began weeping. Jeannie wrapped her arm around his shoulder. “Are you okay, Daddy? Do you need anything?”

“No, dear,” he sniffled. “It’s just that this is such a wonderful thing. Three generations of two families sitting around the table and talking—not arguing, mind you—and just enjoying this time together. It’s the kind of thing your mother used to love doing every Sunday after church.”

“I remember, Daddy. Those were such wonderful times, weren’t they?”

Claire looked over and smiled at Walter. “You know, we do this nearly every Saturday. I know the boys would love it—and so would Sam and I—if you just planned on joining us. Jeannie—you and Timmy are welcome to join us, as well!”

“Charlie, too?”

“Yes, Timmy—Charlie, too.”

Timmy then leaned over to Charlie and kissed him on the cheek. “You’re cool, Charlie. I like you!”

* * * * *

It’s funny. I love my Charlie more than I ever thought possible. He has a heart the size of Montana. He has a smile that can completely flip a horrible day into one that’s incredible. When we make love—well, that’s pretty much all we do now. There’s no mere fucking or sucking. Every move, every kiss, every touch, every stroke—it’s all filled with an enormous love for each other.

I love walking up and down the beach with Charlie. Sometimes we talk. Sometimes we just silently walk, holding hands, enjoying being with each other. Funny, I have grown to love those quiet walks more than anything.

I think it was after Ian’s accident that I started thinking about how precious Charlie was to me. I mean, the thought that I could lose him in a blink of an eye made me want to do whatever I needed to so that every moment we had together was filled with the love I had in my heart.

The other thing I loved about Charlie was his interaction with Cam and Ian’s baby boy. Eli was just as taken with Charlie as Charlie was with the little boy. Of course, they see each other quite a bit, especially when Cam brings him into the shop and sets him in the portable crib in the back. It’s strange how Charlie and Eli can entertain each other for hours on end.

But today, I saw something that took my breath away. We’re having one of the weekly family meals with Ian’s family, and they invited the family of the old dude that shared the room with Ian in rehab. They have a young boy, probably about eight years old.

His name is Timmy, and from what Claire had told me, he’s on the high-functioning end of the autism spectrum. He’s pretty quiet and withdrawn, and his eyes are usually downcast—except when he’s with Charlie.

Timmy warmed up to Charlie when they met at the rehab clinic. When Charlie told me about him, he never mentioned anything about autism, a spectrum, or anything that would make me think anything was different. Charlie just told me about this adorable kid named Timmy, who really took to him. Of course, he took to Charlie. Every kid he comes in contact with does.

But now I’m sitting across the table from Charlie, who is sitting next to Timmy. Timmy—a boy who lives behind seemingly impenetrable walls. Timmy—a boy who, for some reason, is looking at my Charlie with eyes that say hero-worship. They talk softly to each other and smile.

Timmy’s mom is in awe. I’m blown away—and falling more and more in love with my boy, who doesn’t even realize the gift he has.

* * * * *

I woke up Monday morning, and Ian wasn’t in bed with me. What the fuck? I panicked a bit and ran out into the living room. He was on the phone with his faculty advisor. The last week in the hospital, he worked things out so he could take most of his coursework online. Only two classes needed him to be there in person, so he wasn’t going to fall too far behind.

I checked on the baby, and he was looking up at the mobile birds hanging over his crib. I changed his diaper and took him to the kitchen to get his bottle ready. I fed my little man and set him in his bouncy chair while I fixed waffles and sausage for my big man and me. Yeah, I know that could be taken both ways—and yeah, I probably meant it both ways since he hammered my ass last night!

I quickly dressed, kissed my boys goodbye, and headed off to the shop. I was running a little late, and Charlie had already opened things. He’s an excellent assistant. He even had the coffee ready for both of us.

We talked about the family dinner, and Charlie confessed that he was totally ready to have a kid. Even Jacob was beginning to open to the idea—especially after seeing how he and Timmy got along.

At about 11:45, the bell rang out in the front of the shop, telling us someone needed some service. Holy shit! It was Liz!

“Liz! What a nice surprise! What are you doing here? Need a tux?”

“No, silly boy—Charlie, I’m taking Cam to lunch! We have a wedding to plan!”

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