Stay With Me, Part II : Hold me tight, Hold me close

As he collapsed in my arms, the pain had seem to go away. Everything was right, nothing mattered but him. He looked me in my eyes and kissed my lips gently. My cock slipped out of his ass and the cum began to drip. I gently wiped his ass with the edge of my sheets, he smiled at me lifted up for just a moment so I could wipe my chest, and then fell back into my arms.

In that moment, I could feel his heart beat as I'm sure he felt mine. They were beating as one, I knew then that I was for him, as he was for me. I clenched him closer as he lay on my chest, we both began to doze off.

A few hours later, I awoke. It was about 1:30 p.m., and I looked at Jared. He was still sleeping soundly. I dare not wake him, for he'd been through quite alot the past few weeks. I just layed there as he slept, and watched over him. My eyes were closed, but I was not asleep. I could feel something wasn't right, as I opened my eyes and looked around a shadow figure stepped into the light. My heart skipped a beat as I saw Nick looking upon us! There were no words to describe how I felt when he saw me lying in bed with Jared.

Nick stood at my bedroom door, finger over his mouth as to "shush" me, but direct me to following him. I didn't know what to do or say I was so scared at that moment but, he wanted to talk and I would always listen to Nick, no matter the consequences. So, I gently slipped from under Jared, and placed a pillow in my absence so he wouldn't wake up. Nick had seen me naked plenty of times before, so as he stood there it didn't really bother me. But, he turned around as soon as he noticed I wasn't clothed.

He walked down the hall to the living room and awaited for me to speak with him..

"First things first." Nick started to say.
"I'm glad you're happy, I truely am. But we've got a big problem here."

"Whats that?" I asked.

"Well for starters, you two weren't too careful. Apparently, one of Jareds' Father's friends saw you two somewhere a while back getting close. And of course, his father didn't like the idea of his son being gay. Hence your boyfriend's bruises. So, now we have a big probelm. He knows who you are and where to find you, and I garuntee you, a few drinks in him, it won't take much for him to come pounding at your door like a homicidal maniac."

All I could do was just stare. Stare into my room where I saw my love sleep.

"Look, this guy has money, power, and an infinite amount of arsenal to take care of you. I don't know what he'll do, and from the looks of how Jared keeps going back home and returning with a nice bruise, broken rip, or busted lip, I'd say he wasn't ready to accept the fact that his father might be a little crazy."

I turned and looked at nick with a confused and shocked expression. I was in aw, I had no clue what to do -- or where to go.

Suddenly, a familiar voice spoke softly.

"What's going on?" Jared asked.

I stood up.

"Nothing, babe. It's fine. How are you--"

Nick quickly spoke up.

"No! Stop the damn lying!"

I looked at Nick as if he were crazy, but part of me knew I had to tell Jared, and tell him everything.

"Who - who are you?" Jared asked.

"Who I am, is not of importance. What your Father is going to do when he catches you with Jake is. It's time to start telling the truth. Jake, shall I, or would you like too?"

"No." I sighed. "I will."

"Jared, your Father some how caught us, I Don't know how when or why, but he caught us. That's why he bruised you up so badly. The alcohol fueled him, as did the facts. But wait, Nick, how did you find out about this?"

Nick looked at me and sighed.

"You know the internship I go to Monday, Wednesday, and Fridays?"

"Yea.. What about it?" I asked.

"Well it happeneds to be at Ellinger Construction." Nick said.

"WHAT?! But you - you said.."

"I Know what I said. And I meant it. I'm sorry if this makes you mad Jared but, your father isn't exactly the best person, however for my career path, that is where it leads me for the moment. I had to get experience to go where I wanted. Your dad pays like shit, but despite it all, he's made his millions and his work is impressive none-the-less."

"I know." Jared spoke.

"It wasn't always like this, you know." Jared began to speak as we listened.

"My mother.. She always wanted my father to be happy. Always. She knew he would make his money and provide for us. She knew it would get easier. 10 years ago, about 3 days before my birthday my Mother and Father were trying to figure out what to get me, and what they could afford for my birthday. My mother wanted to get me some toys, but my father insisted on getting me a puppy. He knew I'd been wanting one for quite some time, and back then he would've given everything to keep me happy..."

Jared sighed and struggled not to cry..

"On the last night before my birthday, my father was sound asleep as he'd been working since early that morning and come home around one in the morning. My mother decided to head out the next morning and try and find a dog for me since she knew it was what both He and I wanted. When I woke up, my Father came into my room asking if Mom had been in here or if i'd seen her. I told he was the only one who'd been up here that morning. He walked out of my bedroom around 8:30 a.m. and headed for the kitchen to see if she was there. He began pacing around the house, calling for her name..."

"Marie? Marie are you here?"

"At that moment, he'd come to the realization that she wasn't there, and something was wrong. Mom would never leave without telling anyone, or calling us, or leaving a note. He quickly ran back up stairs to get me, I threw on shorts and a shirt and we sped to the police station. He filed a Missing Persons Report. Two days later, they found her. She'd been raped, beaten and was left for dead on a roadside nearby a pet shop."

The tears began to roll down Jared's face. Nick and I were also swelling behind our eyes.

"Apparently, she'd pulled over to help someone out. They didn't know exact details, but she was trying to help someone and he'd taken a bat, hit her across the face knocking her unconscious. When my Father found out, he took it harsh. He began drinking. Usually someone goes down hill from there - career, family, money. But for some reason, his business had become overwhelming. He began seeking help for his exceeded increase in business and created Ellinger Construction. Months went by and it seemed like everything was ok, and then one night, he picked up a bottle of vodka and pulled his belt out from around his waist.

I was up stairs in my room watching T.V. He came in, and had his belt in his hand, and the bottle in the other. I had to go to the hospital that night. I was forced by my father to tell them that i'd slipped running in the house and landed on a glass coffee table. He didn't just beat me, he threw the vodka bottle at my head, splitting it open.

He blamed me for my mothers death. When he'd realized what he'd done, it was too late. They bought the story. I never told anyone until now. I know there's still a good, caring father in him some where though. I thought maybe if he'd beaten me enough to release his anger, his hurt.. That maybe he'd change.. But I --"

Just then, Jared's cell phone rang. He walked to the counter, picked it up. The caller I.D. read "Dad"...

To be continued..