Lost & Found Ch. 02

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DWSimon
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I took out my anger on Simon, not because he did or didn’t do what I wanted. It all happened because I couldn’t face my father. I couldn’t tell him he was full of shit. I couldn’t face knowing I was a disappointment, and because I wanted to tell him, force him to see me and acknowledge me, I beat up my best friend, my first love. I now know that it could have been anybody in the locker room. All I saw was my father and his face when I was carving up Simon; because I was too much of a coward to tell him the truth, I was gay. Paul held me through my tears and told me he loved me.

It took him awhile, but I agreed with Paul to go see Simon one last time, to ask him for his forgiveness. I learned through my mother that Simon’s father had moved to San Antonio. Paul and I flew to Texas to see him, to help me put this behind me. I was so nervous that I threw up before we even left our hotel. We drove through miles and miles of homes before we got to the address for Simon and Brian, his lover. When we got there, I knocked on the door with Paul standing behind me. If he hadn’t been there, I know I would have chickened out and never come. The door opened and Brian stood before me. He looked so different from when I had first seen him, because now he was dressed. In a t-shirt and jeans, he was tall and imposing. He looked at me with shock and I stopped him from slamming the door in my face. I explained that I just wanted five minutes of Simon’s time, and then I would leave, forever. He let me in and went upstairs to get Simon, explaining to me that he was studying for a final and that he would be down in a minute. I was shaking. Paul took my hand and squeezed it. I waited, pacing slightly until Simon came downstairs with Brian. He looked different too. He looked stronger. He wasn’t scared of me anymore. For that I was glad.

“Simon, I know you don’t want to talk to me, but I just want to say my peace and then leave.”

His face was impassive, but I could tell he was curious. “Okay.”

“I can never give you an explanation as to why I did what I did.” I swallowed, trying to keep my emotions in check, trying to keep the memories at bay. “I didn’t remember it until you showed me the damage. If I had, I would never have bothered you.”

His face was starting to warm up, he almost smiled. “I know.”

At that I smiled. “You always did know me better than I knew myself.” I sobered my body, schooling myself. “I don’t want to get into the reasons. But I want to apologize. I’m not looking for you to forgive me. But I had to tell you, face to face, how sorry I am. There is no excuse for what I did, but I had to say it anyway.”

He was silent as he faced me. I felt Paul squeeze my hand again. I swallowed hard. I watched Brian reach for Simon, wrapping his arms possessively and protectively around his chest. I am so glad he had found someone. I didn’t know Brian, but he seemed good to Simon and obviously loved him deeply. His eyes softened every time he looked at Simon. Simon cleared his throat.

“I have thought long and hard about that day. I often wondered why. I have a feeling it has to do with your dad. He always wanted you to be stronger, tougher. Am I right?”

His unerring assessment made me uncomfortable, but I could do nothing but be honest. “Yes.”

“It took a lot of courage for you to come here. I admire that. I can forgive you because I have moved on. I no longer fear you. I can’t let that day rule my life anymore.” Simon walked up to me and held out his hand, in peace. “So yes, I accept your apology.”

Tears welled in my eyes. “Thank you.” With that we left. Paul drove us back to the hotel. He didn’t say anything to me, but let me think. My hands were shaking. When we got up to the room, I started trembling. Paul took me by the hand and undressed me and put me to bed. He stripped and crawled in beside me before cradling me to him. He held me until I stopped shaking. It was over. Now I could move on.

When I had stopped shaking, Paul rolled me onto my back and moved between my legs. He parted me with one swift thrust of his hips and nestled into me to the hilt. I arched my back at his invasion, feeling myself quicken. He moved so slowly, gliding over my body, letting the soft hair of his body caress me. I kneaded his smooth, warm skin of his back and butt with my hands and he continued to move. He stroked me, stoking my pleasure. We built up, only to have him stop, breathing hard, waiting for the heat to calm. Then he would push into me again. He did that three times, built us to the edge then pulled back. When he went to stop a fourth time, I gripped his ass in my hands and dug my heels into the back of his thighs and forced him to continue, humping myself against his cock, taking us both over the edge, feeling him deep inside, pumping his soul into me as I spilled my essence against the both of us. He held me tight as I fell asleep, probably the deepest I had slept in the past three years, since that day the nightmares proved to be true.

We returned home to Oregon the next day. Will I ever forget what I did? No. Never. Can I live with what I did? On most days I can. But every once in a while, the memories return. Having Paul by my side to love me helps. In fact if it weren’t for him, I have a feeling I would have either done harm to myself or lost my mind. Simon forgave me. I don’t know how, but he did. When the memories do cloud around me, Paul is always there, willing and happy to fuck them away or hold me until the shaking stops. Will my life be perfect? I hope so. But it’s already pretty damn close.

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CasualnagaCasualnagaover 1 year ago

I think what happened with Jason was a cascade failure.

Haphaestion2004Haphaestion2004over 9 years ago
I can see it was for the best ! :)

I understand that Jason was so horrified with what he did to Simon that his subconscious just wiped it out. And when he was finally confronted by that horror he couldn't live with it - his body reacted to the nightmare by making him retch on the sidewalk, with nightmares and terrible self-recrimination.

To think that the person who is supposed to nurture, guide and educate you throughout your young life can also be the one that causes the most terrible trauma, by instigating prejudice, in a word, the destruction of your inner-self - in such a ruinous way, that WILL kill your identity - it nearly did kill somebody in this case, somebody totally innocent who paid with a scarred body and terrifying nightmares. Jason's father had caused it all. Damn him, for being a bigot !

Once again it's love that will cure all. Meeting Paul saved Jason's life and his mind. I'm glad Jason's at peace now.

Loved it DW ! Thanx very much for your wondrous writings ... don't stop ! @v@

yepsowhatifiamyepsowhatifiamover 10 years ago
AMAZING!!!!!!!

Please, please tell me you're getting these published and by whom? Read all of your work. Amazing. Merry Christmas.

lonesomedove66lonesomedove66almost 11 years ago

This was a perfect ending for them both and peace and love

lonleylucaslonleylucasalmost 11 years ago
made me tear up

i am very happy on how you ended this story

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