Fire in the Firehouse 10

Colby woke on and off. He kept staring at his man and reflecting on things. The thoughts bore down on him like a weight plate or two. He knew how blessed they were, but the sight of Mitch in this state turned his stomach. Not out of disgust, but there was nothing he could do and that was what got to him most, he was powerless. 

A short time past and Colby dozed off, only to wake when he heard a sedated Mitch stir and make some noise. He called out quietly,"Hello?" Colby shot straight up, body moving faster than his heart was prepared for after being so relaxed.

Colby hesitated. He hated to give him the news, but in life we must often face tasks we're not fond of. He slowly strolled over to the bed, hoping to wipe any sounds of fear, concern, and worry out of his voice. "Hi baby. Its Colby. Well, yesterday you had a little incident while on that fire. And the explosion's effects are going to last a little while, you're going to be just fine.
You're all right. You only sustained some cuts, and a few slight burns, the doctors determined you're temporarily blind." He emphasized the word temporarily. He could only imagine being in that position with so many questions and fears. To the darker haired man's advantage, he was medicated and that helped ease his nerves some.

Mitch's mind spun some, "What happened," he managed through a strained voice? He was trying to consume all aspects, but knew his mind couldn't absorb all the facts being so drugged. He recognized his lover's voice and it brought comfort to him. He knew he could trust his man to tell him the truth. He was trying to reconstruct the events that lead up to his being there.

"Well, as much as can be determined at this point, the fire was started with those kids playing with fireworks and somehow there was something nearby that exploded and that's what happened. An investigation is ongoing. But in the meantime we need you to get better. Can't have Drake meeting you like this." Mitch smiled, the mention of Drake heavy on his heart. Colby sat on the bed, fully into his lover while the other's mind raced at varying levels over things. The thought of what could transpire that he might not see if his site stayed gone for too long and other things that could go on that he might not be able to see. And if he remained at the hospital, there was going to be far more alone time for the two life long friends than he felt comfortable with.

A matter of time passed, the two men drifted back to sleep. The room had a lock on the door and Colby was quick to lock it. They fell asleep in one another's arms and felt their bond tighten. Mitch had some deep dreams, but being in such a medicated state, there wasn't really any room for them to be too bothersome. Occasionally his body jerked in response. 

A few more hours passed, the sun was starting to crack the soft morning sky allowing the first light to pour down like melted honey. It was back with an equal vengeance as the days prior. Ready to explode more intense heat on the areas it had been attacking steadily for several days now. There was a cooling trend in sight people were hearing. A slight morning breeze was in the air. The green leaves swayed in response. It were as though the leaves felt relieved to feel some coolness.

Colby had snuggled up tightly next to Mitch. All night their bodies drank the cool air that swallowed their muscular bodies. The bigger hospital compared to their apartment seemed more ventilated. And the air seemed less stale.

Colby knew a nurse would be along soon as a faint oozing of light tickled his lips and nose and he came to his senses. He gathered his thoughts and sat up. "Mitch. Good morning. Wake up stud." He almost sang his words, trying to give his man comfort and not wake him in a start. He wiggled in response. 

It seemed his mood had shifted. "Not yet Mommy. I wanna sleep another 10 minutes." He said kiddingly, yet was aware of his surroundings, but was still rather affected by the drugs. He appreciated being treated so kind first thing. 

"Mitch, I hate like hell to leave ya, but I need to get home and do a few things. Maybe open the place up before it heats up and check my email. The place is so stale and there're only a few days left until Drake comes. I won't be long. Plus I need a shower and need to clean up, bad." As he said it, he smelled the armpit of his shirt. He even managed a whiff of his breath, by no means was it pleasant. "I hate leaving you, but I will be back soon." 

Mitch offered little protest, sans, "You're right. As much as I want you here with me, you need a shower, a shave and some mouthwash, BAD!" Colby smiled and nudged his lover's arm. They kissed and Colby was off. 

It didn't take him long to reach home. He was thankful, too. The heat was picking up again and would make for a long day. There was a slight breeze, more than there had been in a while which was a good sign.

Colby went around opening windows, brushed his teeth, put on some coffee and sat down to read his email before showering. He saw one from his Mom. "Hmm, what does she want?" He whispered. Colby did respect her, but the memories of her abuse weighed on his mind. He could never quite fathom why she seemed to love and hate him at them same time.

He began reading her email. He respected the woman, though never really quite trusted her. Always assuming there was an ulterior motive lying beneath the surface. In his mind he often thought of her as a Great White shark. She was fine, mostly until given reason to attack, even if they were reasons she conceived in her own wretched mind.

I'm so happy to hear Drake is coming. I've always loved him like another son. Dad and I would love to see him. The first Saturday he's here, come visit. We want to see Drake. Dad will get it off and we'll all go out to dinner. It'll be great to catch up on old times and just reminisce. I've taken the liberty to make reservations.

Oh, also, bring Mitch as well. We'd like to meet your room mate, too. We'll make it a reunion and a get-to-know as well. We'll have a wonderful time. And after maybe have dessert together. Look forward to seeing you all soon.

Oh, by the way, I'll be in the area day after tomorrow, I want to meet for lunch. I have some things to go over with you, private business. One never knows what the future holds. I'll be about 50 miles away and want you to meet me.

Love, Mom.

Colby mumbled, "Yeah, ya vicious old bitch. I bet. I'll bet dollars to quarters you've got something up your sleeve. I can only wonder." He began trying to recollect what or where she may've seen something that lead to this. Then it hit him. "Oh, God. I bet she saw me on TV and this is her way of getting to me. And she reads lips. I bet somehow she saw what I was saying to Joe. Well, good. I hate to disappoint. Colby's been a human doormat far too long. This man's gunna kick ass and take names."

Feeling a shift in the air and within himself, Colby headed off to clean house some and get his shower taken. He began plotting in his mind how to use his Mom's trump card against her. He was tired of her abuse and tired of being looked down on by a lot of people.

Soon he was in the shower. "Fuck, this is crazy. I'm so worked up over how I'm going to get one up on the vile bitch." He began relaxing as the water sparkled in what little day light shone through. It made small rainbows and looked so pretty against his smooth, strong body. The pouring water was also making his cock hard. He noticed it, too. He opted to take matters into his hand, as it were.

He grabbed some sweet, yet musky smelling body wash and began caressing his thighs, his nipples, his taut abs. It'd been ages since he'd surrendered to his own ministrations. It felt like getting back in touch with something from his past. He felt guilty, but in his mind he saw himself on set of a porn, it was an orgy setting. All the men couldn't seem to get enough of one another. He imagined their scents and how their individual skin felt. He saw men with dark hair, light hair and even colors in between. It was a bare backing delight. He played a movie out in his mind as he pumped his cock in and out of his clenched fist. The body wash taking on the form of lube. 

The hot stud pumped his hand with vigorous abandon. He'd almost forgotten how a self applied orgasm felt. He began getting lost in the moment as the shower water traced its way down his sculpted frame and found its way down the drain hole. The water droplets going various ways on the way down the drain as they washed away his stress and dirt from the day prior. He was pretty much oblivious to the water, sans that it made the nerve endings in his skin more aware and heightened. 

A few more intense moments passed and Colby was pouring his hot seed all over the shower door. It danced in the water and tried to escape the clear, clean liquid as it pulled it off the door and guided it down the drain. Colby was too spent to care at the moment. It felt so good to remove his inner stress. He felt little guilt about Mitch. He rationed that Mitch would do the same in his position.

He finished his shower, got out, threw on some running shorts, the cool material feeling good against his refreshed skin. He made a little breakfast-nothing special, cold cereal. The cool meal was refreshing on a day that was going to be such a sizzler.

Colby realized he'd not responded to his Mom, went back online and confirmed they would accept the invite. Then he saw an email from Drake had come through and one from his cousin Hunter from back east.

Colby, 

Plans are still go. Hope they are on your end, too. I'll see you by week's end and I can't wait to get there!

The note was simple. The young man briefly considered telling Drake no, but he was going to take a stand now for himself. He could juggle Mitch and Drake at once. He needed to prove this to himself and in part because he knew Mitch would be at ease by this. Not that he was being vindictive, just was tired of making things easier on everyone else. He had some points to prove to himself and others.