Danny and Alex : Part 11

*** The Finale.

TEN YEARS AFTER THE FIRE

“They say that time heals all wounds, time is the greatest healer of all, but to be honest I’m not sure I agree. There are certain things that time can’t change, against these things time is completely and utterly powerless. love is one of those things. If you fall in love with someone, even if just for one moment, time can never change that, love is undying.” Our apartment had been destroyed, nothing remained. All I had left was my memories. I’ll never forget that night, the first night I can face to face with death, it still remember exactly how I felt when death entered the room. It went from being something I feared, something invisible, to being in the same room as me. Everything felt meaningless, cold. The room was freezing despite the ferocious flames that consumed everything in their path.

My name is Daniel, but most people call me Danny or Dan. I’ve fallen in love, had my heart broken and fixed again. I’ve lived in London and New York, I came back to London in the end. I came back to the place where I grew up, where I met the first love of my life, his name was Alex. It was a real life fairy tale, I was nobody and he was a prince, but he fell for me. My parents were the villains in this story, they disowned me, wanted nothing to do with me.

When I returned to my hometown I quickly discovered that they’d both died. My best friends Kevin and Olivia were married with kids, they’d moved to a quiet suburb to raise their own family. When I was little I found out I was bipolar, it’s a mental illness, basically my brain is fucked up. That didn’t matter to Alex, he was the type of guy that saw through flaws in other people, his amazing blue eyes could only focus on the good things in those that surrounded him, he truly was an angel, my angel.

I put the cap back on my pen and closed my journal, I felt that was good enough for a first page. I got up off the park bench and stretched. “Jack!” I called out. “It’s time to go.” Jack came running towards be with a huge smile on his face. Without me having to say a single word he held out his hand and I took it in mine, locking his fingers with mine tightly yet gently. We walked home at a leisurely pace on this warm, sunny day, we took care not to step on the cracks in the pavement. When we finally arrived home after a journey which would have been a lot faster if we’d walked normally instead of wandering Jack ran upstairs. I heard a relieved voice come from the kitchen. “Finally you’re home, I was getting worried.”

I set down my journal and entered the kitchen, kissing the man who had obviously been worried about me. “You should know to trust me by now.” I whispered in his ear
I kissed him again and he smiled. “I do trust you, I just miss you when you’re not here. Even after all these years I still can’t get enough of you Danny.”
I wrapped my arms around this amazing man and pressed my body against his. “I can’t get enough of you either Alex.”

Alex and I had adopted a little boy, we knew the moment we saw him that we would love with all our heart and protect him with all our strength. We decided to name him Jack. At first Alex thought it was a bad idea, he didn’t want this innocent child to bring back bad memories, or worse still, he lamented the idea that this boy would have the same destiny as the man he was named after. I on the other hand disagreed, Jack lit the fire in our apartment that night, and it was that decision, that action which resulted in his own death. Jack had loved me but his jealousy of Alex was stronger, it consumed him and that burning hatred eventually killed him. However despite that, he’d been a doctor, he healed people, there was good deep inside that poor, corrupt man.

That night, Alex and I went for dinner, we found a babysitter for Jack. Jack loved to meet new people, he’d show them his games, sing them songs, ask them lots of questions, so he was thrilled to discover we were going out for the night. After dinner Alex suggested we went for a walk. We ended up outside his old house, his parents had sold the house and moved to a small tropical Island, where they’d enjoy the rest of their lives relaxing in the sun. Nowadays the house was unoccupied, nobody lived here. Alex climbed over the gate which sealed the driveway leading up to the house. I laughed at him but he simply instructed me to follow.

He helped me over the tall gate. All the years which had passed hadn’t tired him at all, he was still as fit and athletic as the day when we shared our first encounter, when I bumped into him and dropped my books. He led me towards the house by my hand, we got to the door and to my surprise he pulled a key from his pocket. I laughed “You seriously shouldn’t have that anymore.”

Alex simply smiled at me mischievously. “Why not, this used to be my house?”

Alex now guided me to the room that used to be his. I felt like a teenager again, despite being 31. Even though the walls were plain and bare with nothing on them and the room was empty apart from a bed and some candles around the room. “What’s going on, why are we here?” Surprised always made me nervous. And considering I had no idea what was going on, I felt sick with nerves.

Alex held both my hands and looked me in the eye closely. “You remember this room
right?”
“Of course I do, this was your room.” I kept staring at him, waiting for some sort of explanation as to why he had brought me here.

“This bed, right here, is where we first made love.” I glanced towards the bed quickly before Alex continued talking. “This room isn’t just a room. It’s where our love really started. This is the room where I held you and played with your hair when you fell asleep, the room where we play wrestled then kissed and held each other.” Alex took a deep breath and swallowed. “It’s the room where we first saw each other’s naked bodies, we revealed every inch of our bodies to each other, then lost our virginity together.” Alex never stopped smiling throughout his whole speech. “This room is full of memories, and I want to make another one. Alex suddenly let go of my hands and crouched down on one knee. He pulled a small velvet box from his pocket and looked up at me, only the moonlight illuminated the memory filled room. I felt tears being to form in my eyes, I’d lost count of the amount of times I’d cried in my life so far.

“Danny, my heart is yours, I’ve fallen so deeply in love with you that I’m honestly lost without you. I never thought I could feel this way towards another person. I have to be honest with you, I was always so scared to talk to you that, well that day I bumped into you on purpose so that I could pick your stuff up for you. I didn’t think it would work but here we are. I know we’ve had our problems but we always got through them together. So I promise, that if you let me, I’ll spend every day for the rest of my life making sure you are happy, and that nobody can every hurt you¸ I’ll protect you from anything and everything.

Alex reached up and gripped by hand and opened the little velvet box to reveal a gold engagement ring. “Danny, will you marry me?”

I reached down and pulled Alex to his feet before pushing him onto the bed and climbing on top of him. I kissed him gently on the lips and whispered “Yes.” A sigh of relief escaped Alex’s lips and instinctively we ripped off each other’s clothes. Alex made love to me in so many positions. We took turns fucking each other, missionary, on our knees, riding each other, standing, it seemed to never end. By the end of the night we were both exhausted, we’d both shot every last drop of cum we had. Alex had fucked me just like he had that very first time, like a horny, hormonal sex crazed eighteen year old.

Nobody else could make me this happy, lying in his arms I felt like nothing could ever hurt me, like the world could end and it wouldn’t matter. Alex kept his promise, because during our marriage I’ve been happy every day and he has never let anything hurt me. Anyway, that’ll have to be the end of my journal entry for today, Jack is bringing his boyfriend over for dinner. At sixteen years of age Jack came out to us as gay, and I’ve never been more proud in my entire life than I was in that moment. I sometimes wonder about what Jack gets up to with his boyfriend, but that’s their story, not mine.

I would like to say one last huge thank you to everyone who has taken the time to read this series and more importantly to those who have given feedback. Also, thank you to everyone who has supported me at times when I’ve felt that I wasn’t good enough as an author and when I was having real life relationship problems. I’ve been so grateful for every bit of feedback and advice and I’m actually putting all the parts together and changing bits so that I can post the story as a whole. It has been so much fun to write and I hope to find my own Alex one day :)