Devil to PayPart 25We talked all the next day, holding nothing back. We told each other what we wanted out of life, what we wanted or needed of each other, what we wanted to give to each other - and we smiled a lot. And held each other, and kissed. And cried a bit. Lighe told me about Tino...my God! The bastard! Smiley, I mean. That's when I cried. I loved that boy. Okay, he betrayed us - I understand that, now - but he tried to save me at the end. I still love him. And that was no way for a bright boy like him to die. Lighe shifted in my arms. Hospital beds aren't made for two. He turned to gaze at me, and shook his head. "Maybe it was the only way left, Sblom. "Greater love...", y'know?" "Can't say I follow you, Lighe. "Greater love?" Lighe smiled sadly at me. "Greater love hath no man than this; that a man lay down his life for his friends." Then we both cried. Tears are healing sometimes. Ours were. I had to ask, then. God in heaven! Little Andy! Lighe's face lit up like a beacon. "Oh, dude! Viggo is a prince! He went back...to save Andy." Tears were sparkling on his lashes, but his eyes were smiling. He held my hand. "Andy called the authorities, Dom. He told them where we were. He tricked the old woman into going out for something, and he called the police on the radio phone. He told them his name, too, he's such a child!" "So we had to save him, or he'd be dead by now. They faxed me his statement, and when I read it, I knew they'd kill him - the gang - when the authorities let him go. So Viggo said he'd go bail him out." I must've looked puzzled, because Lighe smoothed my arm with his hand, and said, quietly. "The mafia is a kindergarten compared to those people, Sblom. Andrea betrayed his patron, and his uncle...his blood kin. He knew they'd kill him when they found out what he'd done...but he did it anyway."Sblomie was so sick", he told Viggo, "I had to get him help." " So I cried again. I was touched by Andy's concern for me. "Where is he now?" "He's with Pete, in New Zealand!" I let out a war whoop that would have scared Custer off his horse. "Steady, dude!" Lighe put out a restraining hand. The floor was hard, and, yes, I was fragile. "The boys are going to look after him...Sala, Lawrence...the clan. He'll have a good life there, and we can go see him when you're feeling better, Sblom. To thank him properly, y'know." I smile at him wryly. "How do you thank someone for your life, love?" I wasn't sure. "You grab hold and squeeze the living shit out of him...then you kiss him. You know what a slut you are with those lips, dude! And there are more practical things we can do for him. An education, friendship, a nice home...stuff like that." It was then I heard about the slingshot and the pebbles Andy had passed Lighe, and what Lighe had done with them. I stared at him. When I first met him I thought he was too quiet and well mannered to say boo! to a fucking goose. Was I wrong! "Did you...did they die, love?" Lighe nodded. He lifted his head, and his eyes were blazing. He'd gone from my Lighe to the Avenging Angel in seconds. His eyes were fire. "At least, Smiley did. He hit his head on your nightstand stone on the way down. I don't know if he was dead before he hit it, Dom, and I don't fucking care. It was you or him...there was no choice. None. Fuck him!" He dismissed him from his thoughts with a visible effort, and smiled a soft smile at me. My heart flipped over. Have I said how much I love this man? Yeah, well! Someone got Lighe a laptop, and we spent hours on it looking at houses in and around LA. We wanted somewhere to go when we got home...somewhere quiet, where we could lie low for a bit, and lick our wounds, and come to ourselves. We...well, Lighe - I had fuck all to do with it after saying it looked perfect ...bought a lovely house in a secluded spot. I like older places, they have character. Now, I always thought I was a clever bugger, but Lighe - my God, he has genius. He bought another house, because he said, "the best place to hide a leaf is in a fucking forest!" He was right. *** This is why we are sitting here, on the deck, at our little hideaway near Redondo beach, in full view of anyone and everyone who cares to look. Him in his glasses, with his hair falling into his eyes, and me with a beard and a buzz cut. No bugger knows who we are...it's great! The sand is warm, the water blue and my bed warmed at night by the man I love. Not that there's much going on in it, at the moment. Waiting for the "all clear" from the clinic. Until then we make do with our hands on each other, and kissing. Yes, I know, it's a bugger, and no mistake - but, truth be known, I didn't feel like going much further until last night. What happened last night? Well, as only myself and my Lighe will ever read this deathless prose, I'll tell you. We had been very careful. Me, because I bloody hurt everywhere - and I mean everywhere! Have you ever had a hundred and forty stitches up your arse? I rest my case. Then there was Lighe - he didn't want to hurt me. Yes, I've heard him tossing off in the bathroom when he thought I was asleep. We've touched each other, very gently, and explored each others bodies very intimately - except up there, we're saving that - and made each other come, yes; not that though and not there. No. Couldn't. Didn't want to. Not while I ...we...didn't know. So we're waiting for the call. Lighe has been so patient, I can't believe it. He's a healthy young man who needs sex like breathing and eating, once he's started. I asked him about it. Why he was prepared to wait for me. Why he was prepared to go without even a blowjob, until we were certain. Condoms break. And he wouldn't let me do him, if he couldn't do me...said it wasn't fair. And he smiled at me as he said it. "Fuck sex, Sblom", he murmured, holding me close, and kissing me between his words. "What we have transcends fucking sex. We have love, and I can wait for that. Wait for you. There's no rush." He kissed my forehead softly, as he wiped his come off my leg. "Besides, I kinda like humping bits of you that don't usually get humped...behind your knee, in your armpit, neat places like that." I laughed and pulled him in for a kiss. It was long and sweet. I felt myself swell against his belly. "Well, hello again, little friend!" he smiled against my mouth, as he felt me rise. He kissed me tenderly. Fuck, are men supposed to kiss tenderly? I know some gay men think it's cissy... kissing. They "suck face". Bugger that! I kiss Lighe, and he fucking kisses me! For the first time since...it happened, my dick wanted more action than it was getting. I must be feeling better. It wanted to be in somewhere, rather than just stroked. Wanted... the pressure of Lighe around it. My arsehole twitched, too. Needed him. Wanted him. Dear God! Thank you! Knowing I wanted him made me feel there was a kind of hope for the future. I moaned. "Want you, Lighe. Want you in me. Want..." He stopped my mouth with his lips. "Soon. You can have me, soon...anyway you want, Sblom. Anyway." We shivered in each other's arms. It was electrifying. The need was a tangible entity, but it was coloured by caution. One more visit to the local clinic, one phone call from Lausanne. I looked into his eyes. Cerulean does not come fucking close. His eyes were the colour of... love. We fell asleep, held tight in each others arms, and there was peace around us. Peace and contentment. Two or three days, and we'd know if I'd been spared. We could wait, because we had to. We wanted to wait because we loved one another. |