Life After College

Thank you all for the reviews. I\'m sorry for being as slow as malassas with my updating. I just wanted to make sure I had my chapter the way I wanted it. If not tonight, then sometime tomorrow, I will have the next (probably final, I don\'t know yet) installment of Danbrook\'s Angel posted.

-Scribbles05

P.S.
I have no idea how I got on the site, but I was on mostbeautifulman.com and ran into some pictures of this guy named Quentin Elias. I don\'t know much of anything about him, except he\'s a musician. I\'m mentioning him because he is so cute and fits the mold as to what Dicky looks like. Body type and all. That site has some pictures of him, though his official website has the rest of them. Check out his site. He doesn\'t seem to be a bad singer; speaking solely from the music thats played on the site. Anyway, on with the story.


Chapter 19


Dicky’s POV........

I know I sat in that couch for over three hours, thinking. The kids had long since cried, complained of Drew not being home, and walked away to their rooms to brood; leaving me all alone to find out what went wrong in our marriage.

I know I may sound like a poor helpless woman when I say this, but I gave that man the best six years of my life. I tried to be the best husband I could be to him and I get this in return. How could he do this? Has he really not changed at all since we graduated college? I thought he got rid of that wild streak he had when we hooked up. He seemed like he did. Have I not been good in the sex department? He’s never complained before. I’ve never left him unfulfilled in that area, particularly when I play our tape we made in Australia and he gets all hot and bothered. If anybody was ever being cut off for periods at a time, it was me. Am I a bad husband? Have a mistreated the kids in some way? Am I not home enough? What the hell did I do to deserve this?

I sat back on the couch and thought about it for another hour.....

Andrew’s POV.......

I found a hotel a ways down the road from home and checked in. Bernie and Francis had offered their extra room, but I wasn’t sure how long this was going to last, so I declined and settled on paying for a weeks stay at the Comfort Inn.

I don’t believe I’d cried this much since Damon was kidnaped. I didn’t feel like doing anything, saying anything, or thinking anything. Just crying. So, I tossed the sheets over me -while still dressed- and sobbed in bed for the rest of the afternoon and that night, until I fell asleep.

Bernie called me on my cell that next morning. I was just getting out the shower when I answered it. “Hello?”

“Drew honey, you okay?”

I gave a ‘yeah right’ chuckle. “No.” I was doing so well that day at not bawling, that I was surprised that me saying one word could start the waterworks all over again. I leaned my forehead on the wall, held the phone to my ear with one hand, and covered my eyes with the other. “I’m going to lose him, aren’t I?” I whispered.

“No, darling. You’re not going to lose him......”

I cut him off. “He’s gonna divorce me. I know he is. I’m gonna have to find a whole new home for myself, and.........”

“Drew! He’s not going to divorce you. He’s just upset right now. Give him time. He’ll come around.”

“What if he doesn’t? What if he realizes he doesn’t want me anymore? What if he doesn’t love me anymore? I mean, I did the worst thing you could do in a marriage, Bernie. I’D divorce me.” By now, I was sitting on the floor with my back against the wall and my voice was that of a highly emotional, possibly pregnant, female.

“What if you guys talk and he wants to get back together?”

“He wouldn’t want to speak to me.”

“How do you know?”

“I.............” Sigh. “Shit, Bernie. What do I do?”

“Let me talk to him. If I explain to him that you were drunk and didn’t really understand what was going on, he’d feel different about the situation you’re in now.”

“And if he doesn’t feel different?”

“.............Let’s just focus on the positive, okay?”

“Okay. Hey Bernie, thanks.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah.”

Dicky’s POV.........

With Drew gone, the entire weekday routine is fucked up. I’m up at 6:00 a.m., so I can get myself ready and out the way. When I’m finished, I wake Sofia up with ease and get her up to go wash up. She’s mad because her hair was loose last night and she hates to sleep with her hair loose. “Uncle Drew always braided my hair at night.” I’d simply tell her Uncle Drew is not home right now and that she would just have to bear with me on this.

Damon was more of a challenge to get up, which I wasn’t surprised about. Drew always had some way of getting him to wake up and after years and years, I still don’t know what it is. I shook him and shook him and you’d thought he was dead if you didn’t hear him snoring.

By the time I got him up, I heard Sofia downstairs yelling about her breakfast. I had spent so much time with Damon, I didn’t think about the kids breakfast. I left him in the bathroom to get washed up and walked down the stairs and fixed breakfast really quickly. I didn’t have but a few minutes to get everybody ready, so I had to hurry. With Drew here, we had plenty of time to get things done AND time to spare.

I was fixing breakfast so quickly, when I looked down to grab my thermos, I realized, I’d fixed Drew’s cup too.

Andrew’s POV......

I had been at the Comfort Inn for four days, so I guess Bernie’s little interventions with Dicky weren’t working out too well. I missed home, I missed my family, I missed the way things were before I went to New York. Everyday, after work was over, I’d make my way down the road and make a left turn signal for an approaching familiar street. But I’d realize I didn’t live there anymore and keep on down the road.

One afternoon, when I returned to the hotel after work, I got a call on my cell phone saying, ‘Home calling......’. I picked it up and answered it. “Hello?”

“Daddy?”

“Damon? Hey honey. How ya doing?”

“Ok, I guess.” He answered, sounding depressed. “When are you coming home? I miss you. So does Sofia. But dad......He really misses you.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. He’s always sitting in ya’lls room alone, or looking at pictures of you, or touching your things. I think he’s tired of you being gone too.”

*I hope so.* I thought. If Dicky was really acting like that, then maybe I DID have a chance of going back home. But if I did, why hasn’t he called me?

Dicky’s POV...........

“Hahhhhhhh........Drew.” I whispered as I squeezed my erection firmly. I had been laying in bed, when I decided to turn on the infamous tape from Australia and watch Andrew in action. He was beautiful. His slender body, that smooth skin, those luscious lips. I watched myself on the tape as I hammered into my husband’s entrance, making him moan loudly and cause the both of us to perspire.

While I was watching, I had opened my lounge pants, plucked myself out, and stroked rhythmically. I started to pant as my speed quickened. “Ummmmm....” I closed my eyes and pictured Drew’s hand over my member instead of mine, possibly using it in other ways. As my orgasm approached, my hips started to buck and pump into my fist. Pre-cum was oozing from my slit and I used it in one full motion to better lubricate myself and climax.

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It was a Friday night and I still hadn’t heard from Andrew. I was beginning to wonder if he was settling in to our new situation. Bernie called or would come over with Francis and tell me how miserable Drew was and how much he missed me. Well, if he did, why wasn’t he the one to tell me all this? If he wanted to “talk”, like Bernie claimed, he’d tell me himself. I believe Bernie is just trying to set something up between us.

There was a ring on the phone and I went downstairs to answer it. “Hello?”

“Hey Richard. It’s me,” Francis said over the phone. “What’s up, man?”

“Nothin. Just sitting here.”

“Why don’t you go see Drew then?”

“He doesn’t want to see me.”

“How do you know that?”

“Because if he did, he would’ve called or something.”

“Andrew is scared, Richard. He doesn’t know what to do. He’s telling Bernie that you are gonna divorce him.”

I got up from bed and walked to our dresser. On the top, were frames of pictures we’d taken over the years. Two matching brown ones were our recent school photos for Damon and Sofia. One red frame was a black and white picture of Drew. He had on a fitted black suit, shirtless, and barefoot. He was sitting on his side with his left arm extended to sit him up, and his right was dangled over his bent right knee. His hair was of course perfectly combed and he had the most beautiful smile on his face. The largest frame we had was a professional picture of the family. We had to sit on these big squares and Drew and I sat on the top ones and the kids sat in the lower ones. We both had one hand on one of the kid’s shoulder and I had my other arm around him. “We’re not gonna divorce.”

“That’s what YOU need to tell him. He won’t believe us. Drew is an absolute mess, man. You guys have got to talk this out.”

“Why can’t he come see me? Why does it have to be me? I’m not the one who caused this problem.”

“It’s doesn’t matter if he started it, as long as it’s finished. But if you really want an answer...........Because you love him.”

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I looked high and low for that man, and I couldn’t find him. I knew he couldn’t have gone that far from home, but there were so many hotels in this area alone, it could take me all night. It was night time and raining, and I started to get soaked. Every time I ran inside a hotel and talk to a hotel employee, it ended up being the wrong one. Why didn’t he atleast tell Bernie and Francis where he was staying? Maybe he really did want to be alone.

It was coming up on three in the morning and I was wide awake. I had to find him. I knew I couldn’t stay away from him long. When he walked downstairs with his luggage, I was ready to bring him back home. It’s just that I love him and it hurt me to know that he experienced something that was only to be shared with me, with somebody else.

I started to shiver a bit because of my wet clothes and I turned on the heat in the truck. I spotted a Comfort Inn and I pulled into the parking lot. “Hello. I’m looking for a Andrew Payne. Does he have a room here?”

The receptionist typed in the computer. “Um......yes we do. Would you like for me to ring him for you?”

“No. Could you just give me his room number?”

She gave me a funny look. “Sir, I’m not sure I can give you his number without telling..........”

“Please?” I pleaded. I pulled off my ring and laid it on the counter for her to see. “We’re married.”

The woman sighed. “Room 211.”

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I knocked and knocked and knocked on the door. Now you see where Damon gets his sleeping habits from. Finally, I heard movement and the door opened. Andrew was standing there rubbing his eyes. His clothes were all rumpled; one sweat pant leg was pushed up to his knee, his hair was all over the place, and his t-shirt was totally wrinkled. He never looked like that at home. Yes, even when sleeping, Drew always looked like he was ready to go for a night out, never a wrinkle. When he moved his hand from his eyes, they were misty and still red. His body went stiff when he saw me.

“Can I come in?” I asked. Drew sidestepped and let me in, shutting the door quietly behind me. When I turned around to look at him, he had his arms crossed at his chest and his head was hanging low. “I can’t do this any more.” I said to him.

His head popped up. “What do you mean?” He asked. His voice was raspy, not from the sleep, but from all the crying I’m sure.

“I mean I miss you. The children miss you. They.........We want you to come home.”

He was silent for a while. “I didn’t mean for this to happen, you’ve gotta know that. It’s just that.......” I held my hand up and he stopped.

“I don’t want to hear any more about it. As far as I am concerned, it’s in the past. What’s done has been done. All that’s left now is what we’re going to do about it. We’re gonna pack your bags.”

“Are you doing this for the children or are you doing this for them and you?”

“It’s for everybody.” I playfully grabbed a handful of his shirt and tugged at it a few times, then a finally pulled him to me. “Though I DO miss you, that doesn’t mean I’m not still upset. It’s gonna take me a while to be able to fully trust you again.”

Andrew looked up at me through his long lashes and I spotted a few tears in those red eyes. “What about love?”

“Love was never a factor. I never stopped loving you.” I hugged him tightly. “I never will, baby.” Drew wrapped his arms around my neck and buried his face in my shoulder. I heard him shudder a sigh. I kissed him on the side of his head then again on his neck, then pushed him back a little. “Now get your stuff.”

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After a quiet ride, we made it back home. After I had gotten off the phone with Francis, I dropped the kids off at his house for the night, so I could search for Andrew. So the house was empty when we walked in. All the better surprise, when the kids wake up the see Drew in the kitchen, fixing them breakfast like he normally does.

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Andrew’s POV.....

Dicky and I went upstairs to shower. I didn’t bother with the suitcase. We undressed and climbed in the shower together. I washed his short dark hair, while he stood there and stole little kisses from me. Pretty soon, the kisses became longer and he reached behind me and shut the water off; pulling me out the stall and into the bedroom.

He laid on top of me and rubbed my head as we kissed. He moved his lips over my chin, jaw, ear, neck, and shoulder. I ran my hands lightly over the sides of his large torso, then up his back, and down to his backside pulling him closer to me, so I could feel his growing erection.

Dicky pulled away from me and reached to the nightstand beside our bed and grabbed the lubricant. After three fingers, Dicky greased up his erection and slid it inside me. The sex was slow and smooth, but there was something off about it. Dicky’s eyes were closed. While I was moaning and panting, he wasn’t making a sound. His eyebrows were frowned together; it looked like he was thinking about something............or in my case, someone else. He sped up a bit and I orgasmed. No sooner I did it, I heard him give a loud groan and gradually, his thrusts became faster and harder. I screamed.

Now, I could take pain during sex, but this.........................this hurt. My moans started to sound more like cries of pain. Dicky’s eyes were still closed and his moans got louder. I began to pant faster as his hips thrashed into me. “R-Richard........” I whispered. The pain was excruciating. My legs were shaking around his waist, as was the rest of my body, and tears were coming to my eyes. I placed a hand at his hips and tried to slow him down, then I pushed myself up so I wouldn’t be so close to his pelvis. It didn’t work. Dicky’s stronger than me. It didn’t matter how far up I moved myself. “Richard.......Richard......stop....stop! You’re hurting me!” His eyes popped open and he stopped, looking down at me.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered and laid down beside me. My body was still shaking. I wiped the tears from my eyes and watched as he got up and walked out the room.

I was still for a few minutes, before I stood up and slowly walked into the hallway. My backside was aching a bit, but not as terrible as I thought it would feel. I guess my shock was mostly from Dicky’s actions. I found him sitting near the top of the stairs. I kneeled next to him and put my hand on his shoulder. “Dicky, are you all right?”

He shook his head slowly. “I’m sorry, Drew. I didn’t mean to hurt you. It’s just that when I closed my eyes, I saw this faceless man on top of you, doing to you all the things I normally do. The vision got to me and I got upset. I’m sorry.”

I wrapped my arms around his shoulders from the side and laid my head on his shoulder. Through the corner of my eyes, I could see Dicky still had a full erection between his legs. “You still hard?” I whispered.

Dicky looked down, then flicked his hand in dismissal. “Don’t worry about it. It’ll go away.”

I smiled a little and kissed his cheek. Then I grabbed his hand and stood up. Dicky looked up at me confused. “Come on.”

“Wha........”

I tugged his hand. “Come on.” I said again. He finally stood and I led him back to our room where I pushed him on the bed and climbed on top of him. I placed him inside me and I told him to keep his eyes open and focused on me.

“I love you.” He whispered to me when I started to move. His hands caressed my thighs.

“And I love you.”


TBC........This story has turned into a big soap opera, hasn\'t it? A big year jump coming next. R&R.