Fire in the Firehouse 12

There was just so much going on. Mitch was back home with Cole putting the moves on him and then there were the best friends Colby and Drake and their situation. 

Mitch knew he was on the path of destruction and if something didn't give in and now, it might be all over for he and his lover. But what? How? How was he to just suddenly snap out of it? In his mind he was trying to get a feel for his empathy. Where was the emotional trigger to tap into that ability? 

Back within the woods, dark, sans for the full moon, the two life long friends faced the vehicle that was barreling down on them. Colby was thinking fast on his feet. He reached down, grabbed his cell phone that'd been hanging on his waistband of his pants. Instinctively he called home. 

The phone rang back in the apartment. Mitch had been saved. He faked like he was forced awake. Cole froze dead where he was. Mitch used the opportunity to make contact with Cole eye to eye. But he had no time to address that matter. Colby was rambling incessantly. "Mitch. Oh, my God." The darker haired man heard trembling in his lover's voice. Mitch was growing nervous. This was all so much to deal with at once. He knew he was being called upon, but he also knew that he'd be given the perfect chance to address Cole's little raid of his cock on the way to rescue Colby and his buddy. His mind often went in two directions at once, quiet possibly linked to his powers.

Mitch replied, "Colby. Calm down baby. What's the matter? Tell me slowly." He listened attentively, but he heard his lover struggle for air. A few moments passed when all of a sudden a vision hit him. He saw it play out rapidly and vividly. His tune changed. "Colby! Grab Drake now and head into the trees! Cole and I are on our way!" With that he hung up the phone. His heart was racing feverishly. He looked at Cole. "Let's go you. We can talk on the way about your little ways." Cole swallowed hard, pursing his lips. He knew he was about to pay the price of hell.

They headed out the door. Mitch threw Cole his keys. "Yup. You're driving. And so ya know, the sumbitch is new and I'm trusting you with her. You fuck it up like you almost did my relationship with Colby, you're gunna be the first man to find out just how deep Lake Tahoe is." Cole was trembling a tad. His heart was begging to be released from its confines. He knew he was going to regret his actions in the room.

The two shot out the door. They individually took into account the night air. It seemed confusing to them both. Where they were it was peaceful and calm, not too far away in the same soothing summer night air their two lovers had found trouble of some kind.

Back in the Sierra woods, Colby and his friend Drake hid in silence. The car in pursuit had parked and the driver had gotten out. Whomever it was was hollering out. "Come on out lil cock suckers. I have a job to do and you're it. What's wrong pansies? Afraid to get your nails dirty or broken?" Whomever this was was doing a really good taunting them. Colby knew that he and Drake could take this bastard easily, but they'd no idea of what might lie in store. This person could have anything on them to use to their advantage.

Drake whispered, "How long will it take our men to get here?" He was very cautious with the volume of his words for fear they could be found. The one thing they had on their side, they'd been out of truck longer than this guy had been out of his car. Therefore their eyes were more adjusted to the light. 

Colby gently whispered, "Knowing Mitch, he's got Cole driving and believe me, when he navigates, you've got no choice but to haul ass." He left the words hanging in the air. Not knowing Mitch all that well, the other wasn't quite sure what that meant, but it sounded encouraging enough. 

Sure enough Mitch was barking out orders to turn here, there, slow down into this curve, power through the next and so on. In the meantime he also was throwing out his feelings on what Cole had done to him. "Cole. I don't appreciate your doing what you did at the apartment. Basically what that was was rape. I did not consent to allow you to touch my cock. And, so you know, I knew you were there all along. I was going to set you up. Oh, turn left. Now right. And, I've decided, what happened will stay between us. You never got my cock in your mouth. Turn there. We're almost there." Mitch never missed a beat. He kept talking as well as give directions. Cole wasn't sure how Mitch seemed to know this all so well. But, when you've got a secret like his, well it goes without saying.

Mitch continued, seeing they weren't too far off by this point. "If I told Drake and Colby what happened, it could make us both single. And sorry dude. I don't know you well enough to leave the man I love for you. And hell, if you can damn near cheat on your man, what kinda gay man are you? Never mind. I just answered my own comment. Like all other fags out there. Queers like you are why my man and I never mingle in gay crowds. Everyone is after the other or someone just wants what they can't have. Stop here. So we can't be seen." Cole parked the truck and they got out and walked. He started relying on his abilities. Seeing as how his gifts were tied to his emotions, it made perfect sense he was seeing and sensing things as he was very worked up and his emotions were flooding him like a river filled with water from a flash flood.

Cole was puzzled how this man could be leading the way. But he was really in no position to question him based on what he'd done. He had no inkling whatsoever of the driving force of this man that knew his lover for so long. He knew it best to keep his mouth shut and count his blessings. Mitch sensed the other man's emotions on a few levels. He chose to address that. "Look, I need your help. I'm not physically 100% right now and our men are in danger here. You need to be alert. So, get your head outta your ass, or my pants, or wherever and let's save our men before they wind up dead." 

Hearing those words pushed Cole to address the man he tried to take advantage of. "What is it you know and how? How do you seem to know where to go? What are you? Clairvoyant?" Mitch chose not to answer the question. Partly because it was a family secret and partly due to the fact he wanted to play it off as a stupid question.

Drake and Colby had hidden themselves well, or at least as well as they could under the circumstances. Colby knew Mitch would find him. Although he didn't fully understand his man's gifts, he had the utmost faith in them and in him.

The guy that was hunting them like his prey wasn't very stealth. "C'mon faggots. Get your pansy lil asses out here so I can beat you like the bitches you both are. Knowing you sissies, you're probably hiding out butt fuckin each other." He views on gays were so dated and typical. Drake and Colby were fearful of what might be coming their way. What this guy had no clue of was the fact Mitch was zeroing in on him. Both by his big mouth as well as his special gifts.

Mitch turned to look at Cole. He looked in his eyes, which he found hard to do for two reasons. One being the time of day-nightfall and the fact that he was almost totally disgusted by the other based on his selfish actions. "Its like this: Gut feeling tells me our men are close by. I can tell based on how that clumsy oaf is acting and the fact they wouldn't want to go so far in the depths of the trees that we'd not find them. What we need to do is find something to distract him and turn the table to our advantage." Cole hoped inside that maybe he could find the solution and maybe get Mitch to rethink his opinion of him. He had to do something. The other man held something huge over his head and could use it to his advantage at any given time. He thought long and hard and looked all over for something.