At the cave
"Why
not?!"
"Because I said no. I'm the boss, and you are
way to young to be trailing after some love-struck boy. It's too
dangerous!"
"OK, so going after a supposed
love-struck boy isn't dangerous. But seducing Max, and then for
three hours straight, having his not-even-a-cock up my ass is OK?"
The young boy said back, not realizing his dad was standing right
behind him.
"You did what!? You let that disgusting man
fuck my son?!" Paul yelled at David, who lowered his eyes,
muttering something about "It was his idea".
"I
don't give a damn! He's my son! Not yours! You have no right to
tell him what to do. Who's idea was it?! And don't say
Laddie!"
David again looked down, knowing if he said a
word, Paul would still be pissed off.
"Dad, it's fine..
I'll try and talk to him, and see if I can coax him back here."
"No you won't. It's to dangerous. You have no idea what
he's like.." David answered, attempting to use sire's touch
on Laddie, who kept blocking him out.
"Laddie go to your
room." Paul told his son, trying to keep his cool. Laddie
went into the back rooms and curled up on his bed. Staring at a
picture of his boyfriend, Laddie felt the tears sting his eyes,
and slowly run down his cheeks.
Flashback
"Ryan?
Where are you?" Laddie ran from room to room, trying to find
Ryan who hadn't answered the phone calls, didn't answer the door,
and wasn't answering Laddie's panicked cries. Finally running into
the kitchen, Laddie saw Ryan lying on the light brown floor, blood
slowly pooling around his head. Laddie kneeled by Ryan's still
figure, and gently touched his face. Feeling a slow blood flow,
Laddie carefully picked up Ryan's head and cradled it in the crook
of his arm..
He had no idea how long he laid there, all he
remembered was Dad walking into the kitchen, finding his son
cradling his dead boyfriends body.
End flashback
It
had only been a few months, but every day, Laddie went and sat by
Ryan's grave until it started raining or one of the boys came and
got him. The boys always worried when Laddie left the cave in the
day without any warning, only to come back early in the morning.
Laddie never thought about what he said to Ryan, just that
everyday he told him how much he loved him still. The boys never
asked what Laddie did. Even though Paul tried to find out, his son
wouldn't tell. Laddie opened up a little to Michael, and only
Michael.
Michael never repeated what Laddie said, to all of
the boys' disappointments. When Sam showed up, Laddie only clammed
up more, barley speaking at all. Not even to Michael.
Occasionally, the boys would find Laddie wearing an old shirt
of Ryan's, or looking inside of Ryan's favorite shop. He always
said he was cold, or thought he saw someone he knew.
Paul
walked into his son's room, crawling on the bed, and pulling his
son into a soft embrace after hearing his muffled sniffles. Laddie
rolled over onto his other side snuggling his face into Paul's
bare chest. Paul soothingly stroked Laddie's soft brown hair,
coaxing him to sleep.
Once asleep, Paul tucked Laddie into
bed, wondering how anyone could possibly sleep in a pair of size 2
sweats.
Placing a gentle kiss on Laddie's forehead, Paul
quietly shut the door behind him, finding is way into his own bed.
Snuggling into the loving embrace of his mate, Paul tried to
figure out why Laddie wouldn't talk to him.
"Have you
tried letting him come to you? He might be to scared too talk if
you force him. That's how Michael did it." A quiet voice
above him asked.
"Yeah, and all he says is he doesn't
want too. And how do you how to get him to talk?" Paul asked
his mate, finally looking his Dwayne's eyes. "Because he
comes to me every now and then and lets me go through his mind.
That way he doesn't have to say it."
Bending down
quickly, Dwayne placed a quick peck on Paul's lips, and laid down
to sleep.
"Oh no. You do not kiss me like that, with a
cock that I seriously want up my ass completely hard, and go to
sleep."
Paul laid on his mate, slowly starting the make
out session which ended into hard core love.
