Chapter 29: Foppa III--Love and Lookout Mountain Part II

A/N: All you readers from Denver know about the Brian Griese /Terrell Davis driveway incident heehee. Also, as always, thanks to Jad for her invaluable input.

Chapter 29: Foppa III—Love and Lookout Mountain Part II

"Hey, come on, when are ya gonna break your rule and go out with a hockey player? I’d treat ya sweet Kat," Forsberg said, trying out his best grin on the team masseuse as she worked her intense, slender fingers and palms over his aching quad muscles. Damn team skate!

"I hate being called Kat. My name is Katrina," she said, only briefly glancing up at Peter with her emerald eyes. "And I don’t date hockey players."

Forsberg winced and groaned as Katrina suddenly pushed harder into his groin for emphasis. There was a fine line between pleasure and pain, and Katrina always knew when to apply the pain. Peter held his breath, trying to ignore the tearing pain, and he concentrated on Katrina’s glossy black hair as it hung free over one of her shoulders.

"Man, what are you doing?" Peter gasped, "Ripping the meat off my legs?"

"You’re tight, Peter," Katrina said calmly, "Now breathe, you have a cord here I need to break up."

"Oooooooh!" Peter inhaled and threw his head back on the table, Katrina was really digging in now. He closed his eyes. The pressure suddenly lifted from his thigh and he felt Katrina trail her hand up his torso before she settled on his thick arms to work on. Peter smiled and laughed quietly. "You’re still a flirt, girl!"

Katrina didn’t break her rhythm on his tight forearm as she looked into his eyes, a small pink smile on her face. "You’re imagining things," she said.

"Noooo, I don’t think so," Peter said, "You don’t go to the other guys lofts to work on them ten o’clock at night, do ya?"

Katrina looked back up at him, an arched eyebrow lifted. "That’s none of your business."

Peter leaned back again, closing his eyes. He had never had so much trouble getting a girl as he did with Katrina. What was wrong? She was beautiful, and she didn’t have a boyfriend, why wouldn’t she want a little fun with him?

He glanced at Katrina again, she was gnawing a bit on her bottom lip, digging her thumbs into his arm, loosening the muscles. With her black hair and green eyes, she looked a lot like Danny’s girl Cecile. They could pass as sisters. There was a difference though, Cecile had more solemn eyes. Katrina’s eyes were playful.

Cecile, now she was an odd one. Forsberg had convinced her to get on skates earlier that day, Danny had been game too. Pat didn’t want him on skates so he hobbled around the perimeters of the rink in his tennis shoes.

Cecile had no talent for skating, definitely, but it had been fun guiding a trembling new-skater over the ice. He liked putting his hands around her and holding her up, making her squeal as he pulled her across the ice. Danny had found himself a young one, and he had a sense that she was more than just young, she was innocent. So Peter had taken a private, perverse little pleasure in just feeling the warmth of her skin, the little virgin.

"Whatever perverted things you’re thinking," Katrina said with her usual calm, "Just keep on thinking it but it ain’t happening pretty-boy."

Peter opened his eyes. "How did you know....."

Peter stopped when Katrina rolled her eyes and gestured towards his sheet covered nether regions. "Oh..." Peter said, blushing.

"You’re kinda obvious," Katrina said, "But I do have to admit I’m a bit impressed."

Peter sighed. "But not impressed enough?"

"Damn you’re persistent!" Katrina snapped.

Forsberg smiled again and then noticed the diamond studs glinting in her ear lobes. Those were fine pieces. "Hey!" Peter said. "Nice diamonds!"

"Yup," Katrina said weaving around the table and picking up his other arm. "They were gifts."

Forsberg whistled. "Some gifts, those are what? Half a Karat?"

"Try a whole Karat," Katrina said.

"You have a boyfriend!" Forsberg exclaimed! "You could have just told me that."

"It wouldn’t have stopped you," Katrina said simply.

"I know," Forsberg said, "But at least I could have changed my strategy, knowing what I was up against."

Katrina laughed and kneaded her knuckles into his arm. "You’re up against a lot, honey," she said.

"Well, who is it?" Peter asked. "I bet I could spin him on my left finger!"

"I doubt it," Katrina said. "You couldn’t lift him."

Forsberg frowned. "Come on! Tell me! I know he’s rich, but who?"

Katrina raised her eyebrows and flicked her head, getting some hair out of her face. "None of your business," she said.

A huge smile spread across Forsberg’s face. "He’s rich and married!" Peter exclaimed. "You snagged yourself a big fish! Alright, you don’t have to tell me who it is. But, Kat, he’s married! He’s got two women, you don’t have to restrict yourself!"

"Oh hush," Katrina said, a grumpy tilt to her mouth. "You’re not my type."

Peter raised his eyebrows. "Who is then?" he asked.

Katrina sighed and opened her mouth to speak. That’s when the phone rang.

Peter groaned and hopped off the massage table, not even bothering to cover up with the sheet, and he picked up the phone across the room. "Yeah," he said. "This better be good."

"Peter?!" a frantic female voice cried, "Peter we need your help!"

Peter stood up straight. "Debbie?" he asked. "What’s happened?"

Forsberg reached the Sakic car on Lookout Mountain at the same time as the others he had called to help, Footer, Patty, and Pat Karns. Debbie had been adamant that they not call the police or an ambulance. Just bring rope! Debbie had said.

Debbie met Peter as he hopped out of his car. "Peter!" she cried, "Peter, Joe fell down the ravine, I can see him, he seems OK! We have to get him out!"

"How did that happen?" Patrick asked.

"It doesn’t matter," Debbie snapped, "He just needs help!"

"I see him," Adam shouted. "Joooooooe! Can you hear me."

"Yup," Joe called from below. That was all he said.

"Why didn’t you call 911?" Pat Karns asked.

"I was going to," Debbie said, "And then I realized. This whole thing is my fault and I don’t want him to get embarrassed because of me! I don’t want a whole Brian Griese falling down Terrell Davis’s driveway scenario! I mean we’re on Lookout Freaking Mountain after ten! What kinda people come up here!"

"Horny teens," Patty said.

"Exactly!" Debbie cried. "Besides, I know you’ll check out Joe, Pat and if it’s bad of course we’ll get an ambulance!"

Karns nodded. "Let’s get him."

"I got the rope," Adam said. "Patty and I will hold onto it, and Foppa since you bench press more than us, you go down there and get Joe."

Forsberg nodded. "Sounds good to me," he said.

"Wait," Pat said, grabbing onto Peter’s arm. "Listen, feel him a bit, get him to wiggle his feet and ask how his back and neck feel. We don’t want to aggravate any injuries OK?"

Peter nodded. "Sure," he said. Somehow he didn’t feel too worried about Joe. It had never occurred to him that anything bad could happen to Joe while he knew him. Joe was Joe! He would be OK.

Peter took a deep breath and marched over to the crumbled edge of the ravine. He peered down an almost dizzying drop, the ground sloped at a sharp angle and then there was a small plateau which thank God, Joe was lying on, before it dropped off into a steep void. The full moon illuminated Joe’s body as he lay flat on his back.

"OK," Peter said turning around and looking at Patty, "Hold that rope tight! I’m going down now."

"Oui," Patty said.

Fear didn’t sweep through Peter until he had the thick rope gripped tightly in both hands and he had placed his feet on the side of the drop, loosening sheets of dirt that slid noisily down. This was nuts! They needed professional help! Peter didn’t know how long it took, maybe ten minutes, maybe twenty, but finally he was able to reach Joe as he lay groaning on the plateau.

"Pat! He’s there!" Adam shouted.

"I’m right here I can see, Footie," Patrick snapped.

"Karns!" Adam snapped.

"Joe!" Peter said breathlessly, "I’m here!" He leaned over Joe’s face.

"Oooooh Debbie!" Joe gasped. "I knew you would come!"

To Peter’s absolute horror, Joe sat up and bit and planted a big, wet kiss on his mouth. It didn’t last long before Joe fell back and said, "Debbie! You’re hairy!....You’re not Debbie!"

Peter couldn’t breathe at all. He just gaped at Joe who had closed his eyes and was just laying there. Suddenly, Peter was aware that Joe’s shirt was ripped and hanging open, displaying his perfect chest and even his fly was hanging open too. Peter began to feel an uncomfortable warmth in his thighs.

"Why aren’t you Debbie!" Joe muttered, "I’ve still got a boner! Who are you?!"

"Uh...it’s me, Peter," Peter said.

"Peter?!" Joe moaned. "Peter! My hero! I love you man!"

Peter squeaked.

"How does he look?" Pat called from above.

"Fine," Peter called back up. "I think he has a concussion though, he’s not making much sense. Otherwise he’s moving pretty well, I’m gonna bring him up now!"

It took some thinking, but Peter instructed Joe to hold onto his neck and straddle his back as he crawled back up the rope to get back up. It was the most torturous thing Peter could experience. As he felt Joe’s finely sculpted body and thighs pressing against his back, Peter found it more and more disturbing to feel that he was becoming aroused. What kind of shit was this? Has Mike Modano passed me some freaky sickness? Peter thought. I’m straight!!! Why???

With one last final heave, Peter and Joe tumbled onto the safe ground. He heard Debbie scream with relief and she went to her husband’s side. Peter felt horribly guilty for lusting inexplicably after him. Poor Debbie. Pat Karns was feeling up Joe and looking him over with his little flashlight. Patrick and Adam were spitting down the side of the ravine. No one noticed him, good, Peter thought. Maybe no one saw that kiss either.

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