Fire in the Firehouse 11

Once again, looking back before the next installment.

They got back home about an hour later. Colby had just gotten Mitch into bed, TV on when the doorbell rang. He scooted out to get the door. He looked out the peephole. Saw nothing. He was kind of hesitant. This was odd. He walked away, thinking it may've been a joke. As he was a few feet from the door, the bell rang again. Several times rapidly. This worried him and before he could answer the door, there was some furious banging on the door and a deep voice telling him to open the door. 

His heart raced and he was fearful Mitch would hear and get suspicious. Though he somewhat filled Mitch in on what happened between he and Marie, Mitch still didn't know all the full details. He wasn't sure what it could be. He was starting to get a little scared. Who knew what Marie would do now? Before he reached the door, the ringing and banging became more steady and loud.

Colby had some martial arts training and knew he could hold his own if need be, but not against a weapon. He hesitated, turned the knob as he got to the door, opened the door in a fast swinging fashion and his mouth dropped, heart raced furiously as he stood there taking in what he saw. The blood drained from his face, his heart pounced in his chest, his adrenaline raced at an intensifying speed. He couldn't believe it had come so fast, he didn't have a chance to prepare. There was yelling, banging, and some screaming. Emotions of all kinds hung like a thick fog in the hallway. 

Mitch heard the confusion, the yelling, the excited, intense sounds and came stumbling out to see what the fuss was all about. The noise filled the air with so much uncertainty. He stood back as his eyes struggled to take in what the noise was all about. As he saw it, a feeling flowed through him like hot water over solid ice. He couldn't believe his luck how things turned out. How could this have happened? But sure enough, there was Colby in the middle of it all...

Mitch still had to struggle a bit to see. His eye site wasn't quite 20/20 yet. But he was able to strain a bit and finally take in the scene. He stared hard, seeing someone he wasn't totally familiar with, but on a guess he thought he knew.

Standing there before him, Drake had arrived earlier than intended. Colby and Drake carried on for a few more moments. They hugged, laughed, stared at one another taking in how much each had changed over the years since they last saw one another. Their elation over seeing the other was a rush of pure energy, as though time had stood still in some respects. But as Mitch stared harder, he saw another figure. He stared hard trying to make it out. This figure was definitively male. This was rather interesting. The excitement stained the air around them. It was quite the site to behold.

Finally, the two best friends had stopped showering one another with affections long enough for the introduction. Drake chimed up, an air of happiness washed through the semi enclosed area outside the apartment. "This here is Cole. My boyfriend. Since I first wrote ya bro, I've finally come to the conclusion I'm more comfortable with men. Women, I dunno. They demand too much, they have to express their feelings too much. And you never know what they want for certain. With guys, you get communication, love, affection, attention and all. You rarely ever get he's too tired for sex, you don't get mood swings, you don't get periods-thank God. You get having a solid and consistent lover, but you don't get all the other stuff. And you get better head." He chose his words for shock value. Mitch rolled his eyes in slight disgust.

Colby stopped him right there. "Ok, yeah, see? Little over sharing there bro. I don't need a visual of you two giving blow jobs. I have a man now thanks and we do just fine in the bedroom and I don't need to be pleasing my man and visions of you getting satisfied popping into my head. Hello? Incest? Yikes!" The two men had their own special ways of communicating. Mitch was a tad jealous seeing this, but when he thought about it, it became clear that he and Colby did, too. He knew he needed to control his emotions before they got the best of him.

Mitch stared harder, trying to stay far enough in the background to avoid detection. He saw Drake as clearly as he could. He saw a beautiful man. He'd read stories before about such men. Several erotica stories had described such a man and had always seen how the author colorfully went into details about one of the men more so, how he stood out. One always winds up being so picture perfect. He'd often wondered if anyone in gay erotica was just normal. But in this case, he could doubt nothing about this guy. He stood an astonishing 6' 4'', and 250 lbs by his estimation. His light brown hair flowed smoothly the way he styled it. Not one wispy hair to be seen. Mitch stopped for a moment, maybe his powers were kicking in. Who knew? But things were more clear for him to see. He saw more detail than he thought he should've. He had to be careful though to not risk over doing it.

As he stared on, Mitch was noticing every small detail. Drake was gorgeous beyond words. His lips were ruby red, and flawlessly shaped. The darker haired man wondered if this other man could be wearing lipstick. His lips were a color red most men don't have. Then he saw the eyes. He'd never seen a shade of blue eyes quite like this before. Drake's blue eyes seemed to sparkle. Like he had two diamonds in place of eyes. He sported a soft, full goatee. It was present, but not very strong and bold. The goatee just made Drake that much prettier. He didn't need the facial hair to be any more manly or sexy. It made him that much hotter though. This man seemed flawless. Mitch had to bury his feelings. Seeing how his man and his best friend for many years carried on, he wondered how soon before an attraction surfaced between the two friends with a history of friendship.

Pretty. There was no other way to describe it. Drake was pretty. Handsome, yes. But far more pretty. If ever there were a man for magazines, posters, videos and more, it was him. He could be a famous model with ease. Women would flock to him in mass and gay and bi men would find new material to beat off with. His body filled out his clothes in all the right spots. Mitch even took a strained glance at Drake's crotch. As he figured, filled seemingly to perfection. Either that, or he stuffs Mitch thought. He tried using humor to bury his emotions before they got the best of him.

Mitch then spied this other guy, carefully studying him as best he could. He wasn't nearly as breath taking, but attractive just the same. He could easily turn heads of either sex. As Mitch inspected him, he had a real uneasy, empty feeling fill his insides. Empathy. Great, he thought. I need to get better control of these damn powers and soon. I'm sensing this guy already. But why not Drake? It was all still so random and new.

He rode out the connection to the other to its limit, trying to get a feeling for the guy, get control of his ability and also see how far he could push it. As he delved deep he sensed darkness. Like there were lies told. He felt coldness. Weakness. He paused and thought, this guy's not for real or is hiding something. And now I have felt it. If I confront Colby, he's going to think I'm doing it to destroy Drake's relationship. Or that I'm insecure and bothered by the fact Drake's here. Why me?

Mitch drank this guy in for all he was worth. The connection was at last gone. Now he focused on his physical attributes. He saw a body that was rather toned. He deduced the guy was athletic. He stood at about 6' 1'', and about a good 230 lbs. He wasn't fat, just well put together. It was apparent both men spent plenty of time in the gym. 

His eyes were one of his strongest features. A beautiful gray color. There were even flecks of green in them. Mitch needed to back off. His strength was waning. He allowed a quick glance of the package. He wasn't sure why, just seemed natural. Nothing to really write home about he thought. Must be a grower.

Colby finally glanced back having heard a noise inside and saw his lover. "Babe? What're you doing? You need to be resting." He caught himself, was sounding more parental than anything. He continued. "Since you're up, I'd like you meet Drake. My brother-from-another-Mother. And his lover, Cole." Mitch buried his feelings and moved forward to meet their guests. He recognized his man's feelings, he tried hard to block any possible attempts at connecting to any of the men. He was losing strength and he was determined not to give in so easily as there was far too much mystery about their guests, one in particular. His curiosity was getting the best of him.

Walking towards them, he heard Cole speak up."Lover is too cliche and so fem sounding. We're partial to boyfriend." Mitch briefly rolled his eyes yet again. No one saw. But he was starting to get annoyed with Cole already. His tone was snotty and a bit arrogant. Mitch noticed neither Colby or Drake reacted. He thought to himself, typical I guess. They're too wrapped up in seeing each other. Mitch vowed to stay on his toes while they were visiting.

Drake shot his man a quick glance to drop the arrogance and pretenses. He wanted to speak, but this was not the time to do so. He saw that Cole caught the meaning behind the action and let it lie there.

Mitch made his way over, shook their hands firmly and in a no-nonsense manor. He wanted them to both get a feeling for him that he wasn't about to let his guard down to them. He made sure to hide his true feelings. Even though neither of them posed much of a threat, as far as he could tell at least as it stood at the moment. But he would remain watchful, especially of Cole. He even was the one to suggest they move inside. "Well, its much cooler in here. The main part of the heat wave is gone, but its still summer and its still hot out. Why not come in and sit down and we can all get to know one another?" Although his words were faked, he strained hard to be convincing.