The Coffee Shop Pt. 05

"You're right," I sighed. "But it doesn't stop the pain and the hurt I feel."

"It never does. Only time, and the love of a good man, a man like Andy, will dull the pain and the hurt. He has a wonderful opportunity here to help you, as you have helped him in the past. Don't deny him the chance to be there for you. Go to him now. Let him take you in his arms and comfort you for a change." With the last few words Mary stood up and walked over to where I was sitting. She signalled that I should stand up. I climbed to my feet. She reached out and gave a warm motherly hug. After a minute or so, she walked me to the door.

"You know, you could invite one of those 'boys' of yours over tonight to help you out while Andy's at work. I'm sure any one of them would be agreeable. You could have some innocent fun with them. It might take your mind off things," Mary said as we stood in front of the door.

"That's not a bad idea," I said to her. "I'll give it some thought. How did you know Andy works tonight?"

"Paul, the Council is watching, remember?" Mary said with a grin.

"Oh yeah," I said with a shake of my head at my forgetfulness.

Mary opened the door. Andy was standing there, a slightly worried look on his face. I walked over and stood next to him.

"Good luck, Paul," Mary said as she closed the door.

"So what happened? You were in there for a good half an hour," Andy asked.

"She helped me sort things out. She answered my questions. I don't have to worry about my powers getting out of control, or anything like that. Listen, I'm ready to go home now. I just want to put my feet up and relax for a while," I answered.

"What happened to your hands?" Andy asked when he saw my right hand. I had lifted it up to touch his face, and forgotten about the bruising.

"I used the table as a punching bag, while I was venting my anger and frustration," I answered.

"What were you angry and frustrated about? "Andy asked.


"I wanted revenge on the men who did this to me. I was frustrated because I don't know who they are. I still want revenge, but I know now, that it's not worth it. When I shook hands with your Dad, I felt his anger and frustration about my assault, and it built up within me. That's what I was talking to Mary about. She explained to me that my gifts sometimes allow me to tune in on how others feel. Now that I know what to look for, I can be sure that I don't pick up any such feelings from others in the future." I answered. I had told Andy the truth, just not all of it. His Dad was frustrated about my assault, but not for the reason my statement suggested. Simon Anderson was frustrated because my assault seemed to have enhanced Andy's feelings for me.

"Okay, let's take you home then," Andy said with a smile. He seemed to accept my explanation, and why shouldn't he? It was the truth after all. Just not all of it.

Andy had to work the next day, but we would be able to spend the evening together. I still tired easily, so I was quiet the entire ride from The Coffee Shop back to my apartment. Andy didn't say a word, either. We arrived at my apartment without anything out of the ordinary happening. Andy said that he wanted to spend the evening with me, just to be sure that I was okay. If it put his mind at ease, I was all for it. Then it happened. I stumbled and fell to the floor as I was walking from the living room to the kitchen. Andy was beside me in a flash.

"What happened?" he asked, concerned as he watched me slowly pick myself up off of the carpeted floor.

"I suddenly got dizzy and the room started to spin and then I was falling forward," I admitted. I knew that if I told him it was nothing, he would not believe me. Andy was no fool.

"The doctor did tell you to take it easy the first few days back," Andy said thoughtfully. "I'm staying here overnight, just in case you need my help."

"That's not necessary, Andy," I said firmly. The last thing I wanted was to appear weak and helpless in front of Andy. It was my male pride getting in the way again.

"Maybe not, but if only for my peace of mind, I'm staying overnight to make sure you are okay," Andy said firmly, in a tone that implied that I had a snowball's chance in hell of making Andy change his mind.

"Okay," I agreed with a smile. Who was I to say 'no' to a hunky handsome RCMP constable who wanted to spend the evening, the night and part of tomorrow with me? "But you work tomorrow, right?" I asked.

"Yes, but I've already thought of that," Andy said with a grin. "I have the ideal solution."

"Out with it then," I said when Andy did not offer any further details. "What have you cooked up in that RCMP brain of yours?"

"Simple. Just call one of your four house boys to come over and stay with you. The doctor said that you would need a couple of weeks to get your strength back. If you rotate and have each house boy stay with you for two days or so, then they will all be happy. I won't be worrying about you, because I know that help will be close at hand," Andy said grinning at me.

I stared at Andy for a few moments as I considered his words. Then I smiled back at him. "That's brilliant! The guys get to feel useful. I get to recover. You get your peace of mind back. It's perfect." I walked up to Andy and hugged him as hard as I could, which wasn't much considering my weaken condition. I lumbered off to the bathroom, as I needed to use the facilities. (I will spare you the gross details, dear reader.) I finished my business, opened the door and glanced in the mirror on my way out.


"Holy Cow!" I cried out in surprise as I caught a good look at myself in the bathroom mirror. My hair was so oily it looked like I lived under a grease rack at an automobile service centre. My skin was dirty. My face looked like it hadn't seen a washcloth in a week. I suddenly realized how unclean my entire body felt. Sponge baths at the hospital simply hadn't been enough. I need a good long soak in a hot bath. It would make me feel clean and probably help relax me.

"What's wrong?" Andy asked after he appeared in front of me a few seconds later.

"I look like hell. I'd have to be dead three days to look any better," I answered him. "I can't believe I met your parents looking like this. How could you let me do that? They must have thought I was a hobo or something." I glared at Andy a bit miffed at the flashback of embarrassment I was feeling.

"My parents understood that you were just coming out of the hospital," Andy said as he draped his right arm about my shoulder, trying to calm me down. "Now you go and shuck off those clothes of yours and meet me back here pronto. I'm going to give you a good cleaning and then you are going to relax in a hot bath for the next little while."

"A shower together?" I asked, smiling shyly.

"As tempting as that idea may be, you're not up to that, yet. You're going to sit in that bathtub and let me give you a thorough washing. You're not going to do a thing for yourself. You need to pace yourself," Andy said. "Now git!" He commanded me, with a playful swat on my denim clad behind. (Did I mention dear reader that even Andy's swats on my behind are kind of sexy?)

"Yes, sir," I agreed as I headed off to my bedroom. As soon as I was in the room, I started to remove my clothes. I had my jeans undone and pushed down to my ankles in only a moment. Stepping out of them wasn't a problem, but I did have to do it slowly, as my sense of balance was still prone to act up without notice. I got my cowboy shirt and t-shirt off without any mishap. My socks and underwear required a bit more time. I had to sit down on the bed to get my socks off and slip my underwear off. Finally shed of those dirty clothes, I headed off to the bathroom. I thought about putting my clothes in the dirty clothes hamper, but figured it could wait until tomorrow. Andy was waiting for me in the bathroom. I was looking forward to having Andy clean me up. I had missed his touch terribly the past few weeks.

"Climb in," Andy said as he stood by the bathtub wearing only a pair of tight white cotton briefs, and a smile.

"You're happy to see me, aren't you? " I smiled back.

"Yes, indeed. You have no idea how happy I am to see you," he said with a chuckle.

"Very happy to judge by the bulge in your briefs," I said with a grin.

Andy blushed and looked down at the floor for a moment, a bit embarrassed at my comment. He looked up and then looked me dead in the eye, his face colour quickly returning to normal. "Happy in mind, spirit and body. I love looking at your nude body, Paul. I'm no longer embarrassed to admit that to you or anyone else," Andy said with a small yet sexy smile.

"Not that I'm objecting but why are you wearing just your cotton briefs?" I asked him changing the subject.


"It going to get very warm in here, very soon, and there might be a lot of splashing. No point in my getting my clothes wet," Andy said cheerfully. "Besides, I thought you'd enjoy my new uniform."

"Oh I do," I assured him."It just caught me off guard."

"Enough stalling. Get in," Andy ordered playfully.

"Yes, sir," I said as I climbed into the tub. There was a brief moment of dizziness as I sat down. Instantly, I felt Andy's hand clamped on my right arm, steadying me as I sat down. I nodded my thanks at him. I moved about and made myself comfortable in the empty bathtub. I pushed myself so that my back was nearly touching the back of the bathtub. This would give Andy lots of room to turn the taps A few moments later I felt the first sting of cold water on my legs. Andy hummed to himself as he turned the hot water tap. A few moments later the stream of water warmed up as it started to fill the bathtub.

"Let me know when the water temperature is right for you," Andy said as he fiddled with the taps.

"That's good," I informed him a few moments later.

"Good. Sit back and once the tub is filled enough we'll get started," Andy said.

It was easy enough to go along with Andy's instructions. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensation of the warm water creeping up the sides of my legs and my butt. It felt good not to have to do anything for a change. Andy hummed quietly to himself as he waited for the bathtub to fill. What seemed like only seconds later I heard the water stop running. Andy had turned off the taps. The water just covered my tummy.

"Keep your eyes and mouth closed while I wash your hair, Paul," Andy instructed me.

"Okay," I answered. A few second later I felt very warm water fall on the top of my head, and cascade down the sides of my head and the back of my neck. Andy must have brought a pitcher or bowl from the kitchen in to the bathroom with him. I sat there quietly as Andy poured the warm water over my head to thoroughly wet my hair. A few seconds later I felt the coolness of shampoo on the top of my head and then the pressure and warmth of Andy's big hands on my head. It felt good to feel his hands moving about my head, and his fingertips rubbing around my head. Andy was giving my head a good scrubbing. He was gentle yet firm. He did it slowly, taking his time. I wasn't sure who was enjoying it more. After about five minutes, he rinsed the shampoo out of my hair. He ran his hands over my head a few times to rid my hair of any excess water.

"Lift your right leg out of the water so I can soap it," Andy said. I complied. Seconds later I felt Andy's strong hands moving all the down my right leg from just below the hip to my toes. I cracked open my eyes for just a second to see Andy's' soap covered hands moving all about my right leg. His right hand had the bar of soap in it while his left hand was helping to spread the soap suds over my leg. It looked as good as it felt. I closed my eyes, content to enjoy the feeling of Andy's hands on my right leg.

"You can lower your right leg and lift your left leg now," Andy directed me. It amazed me that having another man give you a bath could be such a turn on. "I didn't ask you to raise your cock," Andy chuckled, as he commented on my reaction to his bathing me. Andy's hands moving over my left leg, repeating the motions I had felt on my right leg.

"I'm just trying to make easier for you when you have to clean my cock and balls," I said to him with a soft chuckle.


"I'm sure it has nothing to do with how much you're enjoying yourself," Andy replied with a chuckle, as he continued to lather up my left leg. I didn't say anything more. I just sat there and enjoyed Andy's touch on my body.

"Roll over on your tummy so I can do your back and your butt," Andy directed me. It took me a minute or so to turn over in the bathtub, and adjust myself so that I was comfortable. I'm sure I don't need to tell you what it was that I had to adjust, in order to get comfortable. Moments later I felt Andy's hands on my back. It was heaven to feel Andy's hands roaming over my back and down to, and all around, my butt. Andy took his own sweet time lathering up my back and butt. He used long slow movements of his hands over my body. Andy stopped just short of giving me a massage. He knew exactly what he was doing. I moaned out loud with pleasure as I savoured Andy's touch on my body. Andy let out a few soft sighs. It was clear that he was enjoying himself.

"Time to turn back over and let me do your front," Andy said to me.

"Okay," I said as I rolled over and sat back down on my butt.

Andy ran the bar of soap across my chest and stomach areas working up a good lather. I closed my eyes and gave in to the sensations of Andy's hands moving across my body. When he reached down and spread the soap suds all over my cock and balls I moaned with delight. I could not believe how good it felt to have his big warm firm hand and fingers running all over my nearly fully erect cock, and cupping my balls, time after time. I know he spent more time than was necessary cleaning that area of my body. I didn't object, after all he was only doing a thorough job. A few moments later Andy took hold of my right arm and lathered it up. Minutes later he did the same to my left arm. Andy told me to keep my mouth shut. I felt a warm wet washcloth moving over my face a few seconds later. I didn't have to see the soap suds to know that Andy was lathering up my face. I could smell the scent of the soap. All too soon, it seemed, I felt warm water being poured over my head, chest and arms as Andy gave my upper body a thorough rinsing. I sat there few a few seconds longer letting the water drip off my body, before I opened my eyes to see Andy reaching over and pulling the plug out of the bathtub.

"Come sit on the edge of the bathtub while the water drains, " Andy told me. "Don't worry I'll make sure you don't' slip."

"Shouldn't you be towelling me dry?" I asked a bit confused at his request.

"Not just yet. You need a long soak in a hot bath to relax those bruised muscles of yours," Andy said to me with a smile. "We've plenty of time for that. Hours in fact."

I looked at Andy and decided he had a good idea. We had not spent a lot of time together and now might be a good time to talk with him about something that had been rolling around in the back of my mind. "Okay. Once I'm in the tub and soaking, do you think you could stick around so we could talk for a bit?" I asked him.

"We can always talk, Paul. You shouldn't feel you need to ask me first," Andy replied with a lightly puzzled tone in his sexy voice. "In fact we can talk right now. The water's not that loud."

"Well, okay," I replied hesitantly. I wasn't sure how to approach the topic I had in mind. "Once I'm in the tub and soaking I'll start. In the meantime, just let me enjoy the feeling of your hand on my back, holding me up."

"All right with me," Andy replied as he wrapped both arms about my torso.

I was in heaven, if heaven is being soaking wet pressed up against a hunky semi-nude muscular RCMP constable who loves you, and has both of his tree truck arms firmly wrapped about your torso. I closed my eyes and relaxed into Andy's grasp. It felt so good to be able to let go and not worry about anything for the next little while.


"I love you with all my heart, Texas," Andy whispered in my ear, using his pet name for me. "I want nothing more than to be your man, and for you to be mine."

"Me too, dear heart. Me too," I answered back, my eyes closed. I savoured the moment. It seemed so long since we had been close like this.

"Slip down into the tub, now, "Andy directed me. I realized that the sound of water draining out of the tub had stopped. I opened my eyes and did as Andy asked. In a few moments Andy had the plug back in the bathtub and very warm water was surging from the spigot. Andy turned the tap a bit further and the water got much warmer.

"That's good there, dear heart," I told him. I didn't want the water too hot, just enough to enjoy. I leaned back in the tub so my back was supported by the back of the tub and stretched out my legs to their full length. It felt good to feel the warm water creep up the sides of my legs, my thighs, my butt, my forearms and my hands. A smile came to my lips as I saw Andy pouring bath beads into the water.

"The finishing touch, love?" I ask him.

"Of course," Andy said with a smile. "Now what did you want to talk about? Clearly you've got something on your mind."

I closed my eyes and let out a soft sigh. I was reluctant to start, but I knew I had to discuss this with Andy. Something had changed between us, since our vacation in Las Vegas. It had taken me a while to realize that Andy and I were not treating each other as we had before the Las Vegas trip. There was a slight shift between us now. It was hard for me to notice it, most times, but it was there. "I've been thinking how lucky I am to have you in my life," I said looking over at Andy. He looked back at me, that warm loving expression that I had come to know so well, spread across his face, and yet there was something different. It wasn't the same.

"You are indeed. Then again, so am I," Andy said in that sexy voice of his.

I looked back at Andy, smiled at him and closed my eyes. "To hell with it!" I thought to myself., as I gave in to the soothing steaming hot water. 'I'm imagining things. This whole mind peek with Andy's dad has me seeing ghosts in the shadows. Fuck it.!' I let out a long sigh, cracked my eyes open just long enough to get a clear look at Andy and then closed my eyes again. Andy was right. I did need a good long soak in a tub.

After a while, I noticed that the water had cooled. My fingers had that waterlogged feeling that means you've got a bad case of water wrinkles on them. I didn't want to reach up and turn on the tap to add more hot water to the bath water. I also did not want to get any cooler. I smiled with delight when I heard the sound of water cascading into the bathtub. I could feel the hot water, and damn it felt good.

"Am I your bitch now?" Andy's voiced asked above the noise of the running water. The cool almost detached tone of his voice roused me from my lethargy as much as did the content of the question.

I wrenched open my eyes and looked about the room searching for Andy. He was near the front of the bathtub, turning off the hot water tap. He turned about and looked at me. He moved down closer to me and sat on the bath mat. He made himself comfortable and stared back at me. "Well?" he asked.


"Well, what?" I answered stupidly. I couldn't seem to think clearly. I understood what Andy had said. I didn't have an answer. It wasn't Andy's fantastic body that was interfering with my train of thought, although that had often been the case in the past. I couldn't seem to make my mind comprehend the meaning of the question Andy had just asked me.