The Coffee Shop Pt. 05

"Zero. One. Two. Three. Four Five. Wide awake! Wide awake!" I called out to them. I was going to enjoy their reactions to all that had happened to them.

Constable Sanders awoke with a jerk, looking about the room, as if he had suddenly lost his bearings and didn't know where he was. This wasn't an uncommon reaction when coming out of a super hypnosis trance. The feeling of reality when being in such a trance can be profound, and the shock when awakening and realizing that it was all in your mind, can be somewhat sudden. Fortunately it passes very quickly and the mind accepts the fantasy for what it was, a fantasy. He looked about and quickly sized up the situation. He looked over at me and silently wagged a finger at in a 'naughty, naughty' gesture. He looked down at Constable Bender whose head was still resting in his lap. Constable Sanders didn't seem upset, if anything the expression on his face was one of amusement.


Constable Bender surprised me. I had expected him to leap to his feet at finding himself kneeling in front of Constable Sanders with his head resting on Constable Sanders' lap or rather securely wedged in Constable Sanders' lap to be more precise. Instead Constable Bender merely moved his head about until he was looking up at Constable Sanders. From what I could see, Constable Bender was grinning at Constable Sanders.

"Was it good for you, Fred?"he asked grinning broadly.

"You bet, Henry. You really know how to rub me the right way," Constable Sanders chuckled, as he smiled down at Constable Bender. Constable Sanders looked over at me and smiled at me. "Not what you expected, eh, Mr. Walton?"

'Uh...no. Not at all the reaction I was expecting," I admitted feeling a bit dumbstruck at the completely calm reactions from the Constables.

"No doubt you were expecting us to be upset with you, and shocked at what you had the two of us do this afternoon. Surprised you, didn't we?" Constable Sanders said still smiling at me.

"Yes. Would you care to explain?" I asked as my curiosity got the better of me. I was relieved that I was not going to have to calm these two men down, but their reactions didn't make much sense to me. Then it clicked into place. It made sense if the constables were an item! My train of thought must have been clearly evident on my face.

"Ah the man has figured out our little secret, Henry," Constable Sanders said to me. "He's not as dumb as he looks, apparently."

"He must have thought we were two homophobic idiots who needed to be taught a lesson, when in reality all we wanted was the hypnosis. Andy said you were really good at this hypnosis stuff and speaking only for myself, I have to admit that you sure know what you are doing," Constable Bender said to me when he turned his head to look at me, keeping his head in Constable Sanders' lap.

"Well said, boy," Constable Sanders said affectionately patting the top of Constable Bender's head.

"Thank you, Daddy," Constable Bender replied, the respect and admiration in his tone of voice was unmistakable.

"Well, you two certainly had me fooled. I had no idea that the two of you were involved with each other," I said as the humour of the situation finally dawned on me. These two hunky cops had played me. They had faked me out. They came to deliver Andy's gifts all right, and the payment they wanted, was to be hypnotized by me! Ordinary hypnosis would probably have worked just as well on them. I was glad I had used my powers on them though, as I have much more control in such situations. The entire homophobic conversation earlier with Constable Bender had been an act, and I had fallen for it, hook, line and sinker. "Might I ask how long you've been with each other?"

"Do you think you and Andy are the only two people in the world who have to hide your relationship? We have had years of practice keeping our feelings secret when we are in public. It's been nearly seven years, if you must know," Constable Sanders answered me. As the 'daddy' in the relationship, it was clear that he was in charge. Constable Sanders did have a very authoritative voice and clearly he was used to being in control. (I could quickly and easily change that, if I wanted to, but now was not the time. The idea of reversing their roles, and having Constable Bender in charge for a change was very interesting.)


"Thank you for sharing this part of your lives with me. I am honoured at the trust you have in me," I said calmly, with a small friendly smile on my lips.

"We know about your and Andy's relationship, so it only seemed fair to let you know about ours. We thought that if you knew about our relationship, you might want to get together sometime. It's not easy finding people that you can try to develop friendships with, especially in our line of work," Constable Sanders said, smiling at me.

"It doesn't hurt to have one of those friends be a hypnotist whom you can ask to help the two of you explore some of your fantasies? That is when you get to know me a bit better. I'll bet that the two of you would like to be able to switch roles sometime, with the use of a few hypnotic key words, right?" I said with a grin.

"Now how the heck did you figure that out? Who told you?" Constable Bender said to me, a surprised look on his face.

"I've been doing hypnosis a long time. Experience has taught me that people in control often want to experience something that is 180 degrees from what they are familiar with. Hypnosis seems to be a legitimate tool to help such people tap into and explore sides of their personalities that they are sometimes too shy to delve into. For example, Constable Bender, I would guess that deep down you'd like to be a store mannequin and have Constable Sander here undress and dress you up in a suit and tie. You would never think of disobeying your daddy, but feeling frozen and helpless in front of your daddy, that is an entirely different and very erotic fantasy for you," I said with a smile.

"What the hell did you do? Read my mind?" Constable Bender declared. The look of shock on his face was priceless.

"No, I just took an educated guess," I admitted. (I had not scanned either of their minds, dear reader, if you will recall.) "I could have been wrong, but knowing how daddy/son relationships work in general, it seemed like a strong possibility. After all, neither of you are likely to wear a suit and tie in your daily work, and sons always want to look good for their daddies."

"Andy wasn't kidding about you. You really know your stuff," Constable Sanders said to me. "On behalf of us both, thank you for the hypnosis. It was very enjoyable. I hope we can do it again sometime. Unfortunately, we have to get going. We've already stayed here longer than we planned."

"I would like to hypnotize the two of you again. If you have no objection, I'd like Andy there as well. He would be your assurance that everything would remain above board. Please call me and let me know when your schedules permit you some free time. I think it best that I not call either of you. Andy and my relationship is more or less out in the open now. I would not want the two of you to put your relationship in any type of jeopardy," I said to them as they both slowly, and somewhat reluctantly it seemed, climbed back up on to their feet. I was tempted to yell sleep at them and put them back under, but realized that they were right. We were pushing our luck as far as being interrupted was concerned. It was amazing how fast two hours can pass when you are hypnotizing hunky handsome RCMP Constables.

"It was a enjoyable afternoon. I hope you enjoy Andy's gifts," Constable Bender said to me with a genuine smile as he placed his Stetson on his head, and then slipped on his gloves.


"One of us will call you in the next few weeks, rest assured. I want more hypnosis for my boy, here," Constable Sanders said to me as he finished dressing. He looked over Constable Bender, making sure everything was correct on his uniform.

"Yes, Daddy," Constable Bender said with a note of excitement in his voice. This gave me hope that Constable Sanders wasn't just being polite when saying that he'd call me.

"Well good bye then, Mr. Walton," Constable Sander said briskly, the professional tone slipping back into his voice.

"Good bye, Mr. Walton," Constable Bender said, his voice only slightly less authoritative but no less professional than Constable Sanders.

"Good bye Constables, and thank you again for the visit," I said to them as they turned and walked towards the door. They looked very good leaving, even if I could not see their cute butts. (I'm not Superman. I don't have X-ray vision, you know, dear reader.)

As they walked out the door, I climbed back into my hospital bed, suddenly feeling tired. The afternoon's adventures had take more out of me than I'd realized. It had been fun hypnotizing the two Constables, but I could feel how much my powers had been drained. I was far from fully recovered physically or mentally.

As I lay back and relaxed, hoping to doze off for an hour or so, I realized that I had not implanted any hypnosis triggers in either of the Constables. When I saw them again, I might have to start from scratch. That might not be such a bad idea. I dozed off with a smile on my lips, knowing that Andy would most definitely want to witness such an event.



Chapter 10. Complications and Communication

Today was the day I was getting out of the hospital. It had been two weeks since the visit of two charming Constables. Andy had dropped by a couple of times for a visit. We talked for a while each time, but I still missed him terribly. The Constables had asked Andy to tell me, for them, that they would get together with me, after I was home for a few weeks. They didn't want to impose, they said. I told Andy to thank them for me, and tell them that I appreciated their concern for my well being. I decided to leave it at that. I knew a brush off when I heard it. I suspected that upon reflection one or both of them were concerned about how easy it had been for me to hypnotize them. (Sometimes that happens, and there isn't much, if anything, you can do about it.) I chose instead, to focus on the fact that I was finally going home. I don't like hospitals, and doubt that I ever will. Finally, I was going home, and I looked forward to it. I was going to be off work on medical leave for about a week, which was a good thing, because I still tired easily. Best of all Andy was going to take me home. I couldn't help but smile at that thought.

I passed the time, waiting for Andy, by reading one of the books that Andy had given me during my stay in the hospital. I wasn't having much success though, as I couldn't seem to focus on the book. Finally Andy appeared in the open doorway of my hospital room, a small smile on his face. Andy was dressed casually in a pair of close fitting, but not snug, dark blue, jeans, one of his red RCMP t-shirts, a black braded belt, nondescript off white sneakers that had seen better days, and a light tan jacket.


"Hi, Texas. Ready to go?" He asked me in that warm honey smooth tenor voice of his. (God, I had missed hearing his voice all these weeks!)

"More than ready, dear heart," I answered him. "I'd give you a hug, but I might fall flat on my face. I'm still a bit unsteady when I walk."

"Lean on me, then," Andy said as he rushed to my right side, placing his left arm securely about my waist. Andy's big muscular arms could have supported the Empire State Building, so I no longer needed to fear falling. "I'll always be beside you, whenever you need me." He looked down at me, his eyes taking on a deep soulful expression that I found almost painful to gaze into. Clearly Andy was still hurting from my recent brush with death.

"I know, and I love you for it. Maybe more than you will ever know," I said quietly to him, trying to calm his fears. "The one good thing that has come out of this experience is that I will never ever take for granted, you, or the time we spend together. I loved you before, and I love you now. I cherish every moment with you, and every day that we have together."

"Dear Lord, I almost lost you!" Andy cried out in sudden pain, as he dropped down to his knees in front of me and clamped his beefy arms about me in a vice like grip. "I can't believe I almost lost you!" His big powerful frame shuddered for a few moments as he struggled to control his emotions. Men are not supposed to let their emotions show. They are supposed to be quiet and strong and 'suck up' whatever comes their way. I have one word to say about all that. Bullshit! It was clear to me now, that these past few weeks Andy had been holding his worry and fears in check, for my benefit. The dam had burst suddenly and unexpectedly, for some reason. I was caught off guard by this outburst from Andy. I wasn't sure what to do. Then I did what was nature for me. I followed my heart.

"It's okay, Andy, love. I'm here," I said soothingly as I placed my right hand on top of his head, which was pressed into the front of my light blue jeans. Any other time I would have found such a position highly erotic, but not now. I stroked his hair, which wasn't easy since he had a buzz cut, as I spoke to him in soothing tones. "It's okay. Cry if you want to. Let it out. Cowboys cry, and so do policemen. Face your fears so that you can banish them from your life. I'm back, and I will do everything I can to stay with you. I love you from the depths of my soul. We will get through this, because we have each other."

Andy nodded his head as he pressed it against my groin. (I'd be lying if I said that I didn't suffer some small reaction to having Andy rub his face against my groin, but that's a whole other story, dear reader.) After a few moments he loosened his arms from about me and climbed back up onto his feet. Slowly he raised his head enough to look me in the eyes. There were tear stains on his cheeks, but he had stopped crying. The worry had not left his face, though. He wiped the tears from his cheeks with the back of his hands, and for just a moment he looked like a small frightened ten year old boy trying his best not to cry. My heart went out to Andy. I wanted to tell him that seeing him break down in front me, didn't mean that I thought less of him as a man. Some small grain of wisdom somewhere in the back of my mind cautioned me not to say anything about it.

"The doctors say I'm fit to go home," I reminded him. "I'm not on my deathbed by any means. A couple of weeks of rest at home and I'll be my old self. I'll even be able to go back to work."

"I know," Andy said with one last sniffle. "Once I see you safe at home, I will really believe that you're going to be okay. Let me see your ipod for a second."

"Sure," I said as I handed it over.

Andy fiddled with it for a minute or so, then he handed it back to me. "I've been thinking about things the past few days, Paul. You need to listen, and I mean really listen to this song, and right now," Andy implored me. The seriousness of the look on his face told me that I'd better make the time to do this right now.

I put the earbuds in my ears, and pressed play. A second later the sweet southern voice of Reba McEntire began to sing the song "If I Had Only Known", which was from the soundtrack of a movie called 8 Seconds. (I am sorry dear reader, but I cannot include the lyrics to the song due to copy write laws.) By the second line my eyes were staring to tear up. By the end of the first verse the tears were starting to flow. This song had always made my eyes tear up, but now knowing that Andy was saying these words to me, made the song's words so profound that it actually hurt. My throat squeezed shut and I could not have said anything, even if I'd had the words. All I could do was sit there like some big stupid dope and blink the tears from my eyes as I tried to keep Andy in focus. The song ended. I pressed the stop button and pulled the earbuds from my ears. I didn't say anything. I just stared at this marvellous man who stood in front of me, and had used that song to say the words that he did not know how to say. Slowly my tears stopped.

"I promise I'll never take you for granted again, Texas," Andy said. He walked over to me and held me in his arms. "I love you, Texas and I swear every day, I'm going to tell you that, until you get tired of hearing it."

"I never will, dear heart," I croaked as I found my voice. "Every day, I'm going to tell you the same thing, dear heart."

We stood there holding each other, embracing and giving each other support. No further words were spoken as we savoured the contact of our bodies supporting each other. It had been some time since we had just held one another. It wasn't erotic, it was warm soothing supportive love. After about five minutes, Andy moved his head and kissed me softly and gently, full on the lips. As I have said many times before, Andy's kisses were to be enjoyed whenever possible, which is why it was at least ten minutes before we broke the embrace and took a step back from each other.

"Well, let's get going then, shall we?" I said with a small smile.

"Uhm...yeah, about that., ah," Andy hesitated.

"What is it Andy?" I asked. Inside I sighed with annoyance. Complications of any type were the last thing I wanted to deal with right now.

"Well, my Mom and Dad are here with me. They are waiting out in the hall. They insisted on coming with me. They want to meet you. I told them I thought it was a bad idea, and that it was unfair to you. You'll hardly be at your best, or be able to make a good impression on them," Andy answered.


He wasn't kidding. Meeting the parents for the first time was always an uncomfortable process. This was the absolute last thing that I wanted to do right now. I could have said 'no' and Andy would have understood and supported me. I realized though, that for some reason he was bowing to the subtle but firm pressure his parents had put on him, in their instance to meet me now. I didn't know much about Andy's parents, since he and I had never really talked about either of our families. For a brief moment I wondered if Andy had a problem standing up to his parents. I certainly hoped that was not the case.

The other possibility was that his parents were genuinely concerned about Andy's partner, me, and wanted to show support for me to him. That was a more positive spin on the situation, and I decided to view things in this light until events proved otherwise.

"Let's go meet your parents then," I said with a sigh. "Whatever impression I make on them, let it be an honest one. Just promise me that you won't let me fall flat on my face, in front of them." I said with a half grin.

"That much I can guarantee," Andy replied. "I still think doing this is a bad idea, though."

"As do I. But if that is what you think, why did you let your parents come with you? I asked innocently.

"My Dad can be somewhat stubborn, sometimes," Andy said with a sigh. "He and I don't always agree, on a lot of things. I couldn't stop him from coming, and I couldn't convince him meet you at some other time. So, all I could do is warn you that he's there. As for my Mom, she tends to go along with my Dad when he digs in his heels about something."

"Yeah, parents can be like that sometimes," I said with a half grin to show Andy that I understood. I was relieved that it was a case of simple stubbornness on the part of Andy's Dad, and not a lack of backbone on Andy's part. At least that was Andy's view on the situation. I accepted it as fact. If it wasn't I'd find out soon enough.

"Here we go," Andy said taking an exaggerated breath as he stood beside me again and wrapped his left arm about my waist to support me. We walked slowly out the door and down the hall to the waiting area. There were a few vending machines and some assorted chairs and tables scattered about. Seated beside each other was a handsome couple.