PCU
Hearing the alarm go off Devin reached out automatically to smack the button and connected with Jay's head instead.
Groaning Jay shut off the alarm and squinted at the clock and then kissed Alfie's chest. "Hey, Babe, we're late for school." He smiled as he settled back down only to be jostled as Charlie and Devin crawled over the top of he and Alfie.
"How you feeling?" Alfie asked as he leaned in and kissed the boy's neck and stroked his back.
"Pretty good, but I'm sore and I think my ass is glued shut." he grinned.
Chuckling slightly, he kissed his lips softly. "Whatcha say we just stay in bed for awhile?"
Deepening the kiss, letting his tongue slide along Alfie's Jay mumbled. "Can't think of anything I'd rather do." As he pulled away he turned to Devin. "Um Dev, you guys uh." he blushed in embarrassment.
Smiling, Devin opened his top drawer, tossing one bottle after the other toward him, "Aspirin, some nice oil, give him a rubdown, Alfie, and if you wait a couple hours till the morning rush is over, a long hot shower will help." He then grabbed his shower stuff, and turned to Charlie, "If we hurry maybe we can grab breakfast in the cafeteria?"
Charlie smiled as he pulled on his robe. "Yeah we can." He walked to the desk and opened the bottom drawer, pulled out a box and tossed it toward the bed. "Those help me, sometimes when we pull an all-nighter."
Looking over the box Jay then looked back up to Charlie, "I'm confused."
Devin smiled. "Good thinking, Baby, I didn't think about that." He walked over the bed and sat down next to the 2 boys. Taking the box from Jay he opened it. "You stick this on here." he indicated first to the nozzle and then to the plastic bottle. "Then you put this inside you and squeeze gently, it will clean you out. But before you do that you might want to warm it up a bit in the microwave and then go in the bathroom with it."
"OK, thanks, guys," Jay said as he put the items back into the box.
Noticing Jay's flushed embarrassed face Charlie knelt down by the bed and whispered in his ear. "It's ok, Jay, I learned about them not too long ago myself. I know it's weird but you'll feel a lot better I promise. It's nothing to be embarrassed about."
Pushing his hand through his hair, Jay looked up into the teen's eyes and smiled "Thanks, I'll try it out after a while, when the bathroom's not so busy."
"Ok." he looked at the clock and then to his lover. "We gotta move, Babe, like now if we want to eat."
"I'm ready. Let's go," Devin said.
As the door shut Jay crawled up his boyfriend's body. "You're ok right? Tell me you're ok with last night."
He nodded, "I'm okay. It was fun you know. I'm not sure I'd want to do it again. . . .do you?"
He shrugged. "I don't know, I don't think so but I don't want to say I don't want to either," he answered honestly.
Nodding, he looked down and then pulled the other boy tight in his arms.
"But I know I don't want to unless you do." he whispered. "It was fun, but the best part was you holding me while they did it. I knew if I said I wanted it to stop that you would make sure it did."
"I'd never let anyone hurt you," he confirmed softly.
"I love you Alfie," he said quietly with a kiss to his lips. "Can you tell me what you were feeling last night?"
"I don't know," He blushed as he looked away. "It was really hot at the moment."
"And now?" he asked softly.
"I don't know," he said just as quietly.
Jay rolled away and curled up in the blanket. "You think I'm a slut or something, huh."
Rolling after him and wrapping his arm around the teen he said, "No, no it's not that at all. I guess I'm afraid that maybe you like one of them better now," He spit out quickly.
Jay blushed. "Really?"
"Yeah," he pushed out trying to turn him back to face him.
Rolling to face Alfie, Jay brushed his fingers through the boy's wavy curls. "I don't you know. I still love you as much as I did before and I think maybe I want you even more."
Falling down on top of him, hugging him Alfie responded, "Me too, I mean I know now I love you more then anything or anyone."
Jay kissed him softly. "I love you like that too Alfie, last night was amazing and fun and it felt so good to me to know that everyone was getting off on me and I'd be lying if I said I never wanted to feel like that again, but I' not lying when I say you are the most important person in my life."
"I can't say I don't ever want to do it again either," he admitted honestly, "But you know, I don't want to be doing that more then we do just you and me."
"Of course not." he smiled. "I love making love with you, that cute little smile you get when I kiss your chest, the way you gasp when I suck on your cock, the way you make me feel like I am the best looking boy in the whole world when you're about to fuck me."
"I love you too, Jay. So much," Leaning in he kissed the teen's cheek as he slid his hand down his chest as his mind wandered back to the reason they were there to begin with. "No one's called, you think my Dad has been to the doctor's looking for me?"
He shrugged. "I dunno. We can call if you want, or we can wait awhile get cleaned up, eat something and then call. Dev mentioned a cafeteria, I guess we could go looking for it."
He nodded, "If it were bad, they'd have called right." He then pulled Jay into his arms and pulled them both down into the bed. "Let's do what you said."
He slid his hand down the boy's body to his cock and slowly toyed with it.
"Mmmm," Alfie moaned softly as he pulled Jay tighter.
He kissed his chest and smiled as the corners of Alfie's mouth turned up. "That's so cute."
Alfie smiled wider and blushed as he kissed the boy.
"You know what this feels like?" Jay asked with a light-nibbling kiss to his boyfriend's shoulder.
"What?" he answered.
"When we first started doing this and everything felt so good. Every kiss, every smile, it all made me tingle."
"You tingling right now?" he asked with a lilt to his voice.
"Everywhere Baby." Jay grinned.
"Me too," he answered as he kissed his boyfriend again.
Noah/Blackie's
In the kitchen, Blackie quickly packed the things from the table into his backpack and shoved his cigarettes and lighter into the pockets of his leather coat as the phone rang. Picking it up, he greeted whoever was on the other end, "hello."
"Hi, Son." The man greeted.
"Hey, Dad, Noah's not here. He's at the clinic."
"That's ok." Henry said. "It was you I called to talk to anyway."
"Oh, really?" He said, shocked, looking at his watch. "What's up?"
"Not much, you know that bike you built for Robin for Christmas?"
"Yeah. What about it?" He asked curiously.
"You think you could build one for Scott, only with 4 wheels?"
"Well, yeah, I'm sure I could." He said though he wasn't sure he would be able to find the time. "You in a hurry for it?"
"Not really but we'd love to give it to him for his birthday. Buffy and I bought a couple ATV's for ourselves for Christmas and he wants to go along, first I couldn't find any in his size and then the ones I did find he didn't like for one reason or another."
Taking a deep breath, he searched his cluttered mind. "I'm sorry, Dad. I feel like such a heel for saying this, but when is his birthday again."
"It's ok, Blackie. His birthday is May 28th, he'll be 6."
Taking a deep breath he smiled. "I can probably do that. I'm kind of overwhelmed with stuff right now, but May is do-able."
"Glad to hear it, but really if you can't that's ok. I'll just buy him one."
"NO! No, I want to." He answered.
"Thanks Son." the man beamed. "I want to pay for all parts and labor though. You decide what it's worth and I'll pay you for it."
"Parts, okay." He said looking at his watch again. "I'm sorry, Dad, but if I don't fly out of here right now, I'm going to be late for class. Can I call you tonight?"
"I'll be at my clinic, Noah has the number." he replied. "Have a good class, Blackie."
"Thanks, I'll call you later," he said as he hung up the phone, picked up his bag, and ran down the steps. Hitting the bottom as the door from the garage opened, nearly in his face, he yelled jumping back. "Ahhhh! RICK! You scared the hell out of me!"
The singer looked deep into his eyes. "Nope, still there." he grinned.
Laughing he shook his head, "I got to go. I can pick you up in two and a half hours. Okay?"
"Yeah, man, I'll be ready." he answered. "I'm gonna take a shower is that cool?"
"Yeah, of course it is. Upstairs or down, doesn't matter, though if you use down Anna will probably want in there to pee about 10 times."
His eyes flashing lustfully he grinned. "Down."
"Hey! That's my baby's mommy," he chastised.
Coming around the corner Anna smacked Blackie in the back of the head. "Shut up." she laughed and toyed with the belt on her short robe. "What is it you want to see, Rick?"
"OWE!' He said rubbing his head. Kissing her cheek and rubbing her belly he said, "Love you," to the woman, then repeated it to her stomach. "I HAVE to get out of here!" he nearly screamed as he went into the garage, hitting the automatic door lift.
Moving in Rick pulled the belt free of the loops and exhaled deeply as he took in her nude body. One hand going to her rounded stomach, the other to her oversensitive breast he dropped his lips to hers pushing his tongue into her mouth.
Letting her hands loop around his neck, she returned his kiss as he gently pushed her back against the wall.
His mouth dropping to her left breast he panted, "Where's Holly?"
"Out of town," she gasped as his tongue tracing her nipple sent shivers down her spine. "Photo assignment, but it's okay."
His hand moving between her legs he gasped to find her wet and ready. "What about the baby?"
"He doesn't get a vote," she laughed then remembering he was attached, began to wiggle away a bit, "What about your girlfriend?"
"Ex and she sure as fuck don't get a vote." he ranted as he continued to rub his hand against her moist womanhood.
Relaxing back into his arms, she smiled and moved herself against his hand. "Mmm, then what are we waiting for?" she asked.
"For you to say yes." he moaned into her ear as he slipped a finger up inside her.
"Yes. . . yes. . .yes. .." She repeated between light kisses and a giggle as she began to pull the tail of his t-shirt out of his sweat pants.
He looked around. "Not here, where?"
"Our room," she answered, reaching down and massaging his organ through his sweats for a moment.
"Mmmmm." he moaned as she made contact with his body for the first time. Taking her hand he all but dragged her into the studio. His eyes falling to the loveseat he pointed. "There."
"Is anyone here?" she asked as he carefully guided her body down to the loveseat, and slid his hands up slowly over her stomach back to her breasts.
"Do we care?" he asked as he moved to the floor in front of her, parting her thighs and running his tongue up the inside of her leg.
Grabbing his hand, she pulled it up and looked at his watch, "Not for an hour and half. That's when Noah brings Robin home from school."
Rick pulled back. "Let's go to my room, an hour and half might not be long enough."
Giggling, she allowed him to pull her up off the loveseat, and followed him out into the small room in the garage. Rick closed the door and turned back to find Anna already on her knees. She reached up and grabbed his pants, pulling them down, then moaning as she ran her hand over his aroused organ.
His hands tangled in her hair he moved his hips in time with her mouth. "Oh yeah Baby, suck my cock."
Sliding her hands up over his hips, then cupping his ass, she swallowed his length.
The singer's knees went to jelly. His body quaking he tried to pull away. "Anna..." he panted. "Let me sit down."
Smiling, she pulled back and watched him move to the bed. "Lay back," she directed, and then crawled up between his legs, going back to where she had left off.
His head rolled back into the pillow and instinct caused him to spread out his arms and legs.
'Perfect,' she thought to herself, as she slid her arms up his chest, feeling his muscles pulled taunt, as she continued to work his cock over with her mouth.
Giving into the pleasure sensations she was showering on his body with every touch he forced out the thoughts that were attempting to creep in his brain. "Been so long." he moaned as he arched his hips.
"Mmmm, you poor thing," she moaned as she pulled back and caressed him with her hand. "You just let me take care of you."
He lifted his arms. "Come here you sexy thing."
Sliding up his body, she rolled to her side. Tapping her tummy, she laughed nervously. "Don't mind him."
Pushing his lips to hers he gently groped her stomach. "He makes you sexier if that's even possible." he whispered softly against her mouth.
His words touching her heart, she melted into his arms. "So sweet," she mumbled through passionate kisses.
Caressing her back he smiled. "It's true. Holly is a lucky woman to be able to do this every day."
Sliding her hand up his cheek, she fought to suppress a tear. "You're. . . .so . . sweet," she mumbled, not knowing what else to say.
Seeing the emotions play across her face he asked. "Is something wrong?"
She shook her head. "NO, no, just the damn hormones." She then slid her fingers through his hair, "so soft."
Sliding his hand between her legs he rubbed her folds gently. "Soft here too."
Lurching, then moving herself against him, she groaned, "and you feel so strong, so hard," she rambled letting her hand fall to his manhood.
"Bet you taste as good as you feel." he moaned as he tried to guide her up his body.
She exhaled and let her hands move over him as he kissed his way down her flesh.
Placing her knees on either side of his head he smiled up at her. "How do you like it?"
"You don't remember?" she asked. "I'm hurt," she faked a pout.
"You weren't pregnant then," he laughed. "I can't exactly bend you in half and fuck you up the ass right now, now can I?"
"Oh! You do remember!" she said with a smile as she licked her lips slowly. "No I don't bend in half right now. . but everything else is pretty much the same."
"Yeah I remember." he teased as he slid down slightly, sticking out his tongue and licking along her slit slowly, teasing her.
Reaching down, and grabbing his hair, she pulled harshly, "Don't tease me!" She seethed through clenched teeth.
Quickening his pace but not spreading her lower lips he laughed to himself. 'Why not? It's fun.'
Seeing right through his little game, Anna clenched her hands tighter in his hair and smashed his face between her legs, "I'm thinking you did forget! You need a reminder?!"
His tongue slipped through her moistened folds. Wrapping his tongue around her clit he shook his head indicating he didn't, but also to make her squeal.
"That's it! That's it, Baby," She encouraged through pants and moans.
Reaching up he grabbed her shoulders and pulled her down tighter on his face as he continued to slurp at her box.
Thrashing her head as she moaned and cried out his name, she let her hands continue to pull at his hair as she guided him.
Groping her ass he pushed the index finger of his left hand into her body, knowing what that would do to her and needing to hear her scream his name.
"Fuck yes, Rick!" She passionately cried, as the added stimulation pushed her over the edge. She continued to call his name, knowing it was fueling his fire as she loosened her grip on his hair, and rode out the waves of her climax.
As her body stopped trembling he slowly carefully guided her down his body. Bringing his knees up to support her he looked into her eyes.
"You okay like this?" he asked as he caressed her stomach.
"MMMM, yeah,' she moaned.
"Please." he begged.
Smiling at him for a second, she let her hand slide down his chest, then wrapped it around his organ and guided it inside her, moving up and down him slowly at first, then increasing the pace and finding a steady rhythm.
Rick let his hands roam over her body while his eyes caressed her face. 'This.' He realized as rubbed her stomach gently. 'Feels so good.'
Rolling her head back on his shoulders, she leaned her pelvis forward just a bit resting her hands on his chest.
Each of her touches going straight to that cold place inside him and warming it he gasped out her name. "Anna."
Opening her eyes, she smiled down in his. "Feels so good, Rick," she whispered low.
Lifting his hips up to meet her thrust he pulled her mouth to his, kissing her deeply and passionately. "I'm there, Baby," he whispered.
"Me too," she answered as she ground her hips down to his.
Squeezing his eyes shut tight he pumped his seed deep into her body.
Riding out his climax, she continued to use his body to bring her over the edge again, moaning his name as her body began to tremble.
As her body stopped quaking he guided her to his side and wrapped his arm around her kissing her softly. "You don't have to run away do you?"
"No," she answered through his kiss then laughed, "I don't run anywhere these days."
Rick slid his hand down her body. "Good." he smiled. "I just want to hold you, is that ok?"
"Yeah," she sighed, "That's fine. I've been kinda lonely too with Holly out of town."
"3 months you know." he whispered more to himself then her.
Sliding her hand up under his chin and looking in his eyes, she asked, "Since what?"
"Since I did this," he answered as he kissed her softly.
Feeling empathy for the man she pulled him to her and stroked his back. "I'm sorry," she whispered.
"Do we have to talk?" he asked in a voice that sounded like a small child begging for a piece of cake.
"No," she answered, lifting his chin, and pressing her lips to his.
PCU
Blackie ran his eyes down the syllabus for the class as he slipped it into his folder, and then looked down at the pages the professor had dictated for this class. 'Basic math, this isn't even high school stuff, it's grade school shit," He let his inner doubts tell him.
At the front of the room the professor continued. "During each class I will lecture on a section of the text and you will have the last hour to complete the assignment. If you do not finish in the time allowed then you will return it at the beginning of the next class for partial credit." He looked up to the students. "This is a fast moving class people, do not get left behind." he indicated to a box sitting on a table near the podium. "That is where you will find your homework. Some days it will be a worksheet, others it will be a 20-page workbook. These are ALWAYS due at the start of the next class and are to be placed in the metal box on my desk." he pointed to the left of the room. "Do we all understand?"
Sliding his hand through his hair, he pulled the textbook closer to him and tried to focus down on the scheduled text. 'Oh god,' he thought to himself, 'please don't let it be twenty fucking pages today.'
The professor flipped on an overhead projector and turned his head to the side. "You...Mr. Leather Jacket and bad attitude. Hit the lights."
Standing up, Blackie walked over and hit the switch then turned back to his seat dropping down, 'What in the hell were you thinking?' he said to himself. 'You are such a loser, no way in hell you're going to make it through this.'
"Thank you." the man smiled slightly and then moved in front of the podium. "Ok you little rejects, get your books open to page 3."
Looking down at his already open textbook, he opened his notebook and prepared himself to make any necessary notes, thinking to himself, 'rejects? You nailed it didn't you buddy.'
"Is there anyone here that doesn't understand Section 1.1?" the professor asked.
'Addition"? I hope I know how to add," he thought to himself.
When no one answered the man slid a sheet into the projector. "Copy these examples into your notebook and then do the exercises on pages 4 and 5, turn it in at the end of class. Loose leaf paper only please."
"Thank you, Noah," he thought to himself. Remembering how the doctor had suggested he carry some lose leaf paper in case he ran into some prick professor. That had been the term Noah had used and this man sure fit the bill he thought as he copied the overhead into his notebook.
Scanning the room, the middle-aged professor's eyes fell on several students, lastly on the young man that had turned off the lights. Grabbing his note pad he scribbled "See me after class" on several sheets then began to make his way around the room.
Out of the corner of his eyes, Blackie watched the man going up and down the aisles of the lecture hall. Shaking it off, he looked down to his textbook, and began working on the assignment.
Noticing that everyone in the class was now working from their books and not the projector the professor flipped on the lights as he made his way down the last aisle. Stopping about mid way down he laid the last note on the desk of the man in the leather jacket and then continued his way to his desk and sat down to read the paper.
'What the fuck did I do?' he thought to himself, as he folded the paper and pushed it into his pocket.
90 minutes later
Blackie looked up to see others around him leaving. Looking down, he checked his watch, and finished the last problem. Putting his textbook and things in his bag, he waited till those leaving had before walking to the front of the room, and picking up the homework while he waited. Looking down he cussed internally, seeing it was in fact a 20-page workbook. Setting the class assignment where requested, he noticed he was not alone.
"If you could all take a seat there in the first row." Professor Amos said quickly I'd like to talk to each of you one on one at my desk, starting with..." he scanned down his sheet. "Mrs. Saladino."
Sighing, Blackie dropped back down to the chair and checked his watch, 'damn it, asshole, I got things to do today.' He thought to himself. Deciding to make good use of the time, he opened the workbook and began doing the problems there.
After a few minutes of speaking to the older woman the professor looked up. "Mr. Kelly?"
Pushing the pencil in the inside pocket of his coat, he picked up the workbook and his backpack and started for the desk. "Sir?" he said.
He indicated to the chair next to the desk. "Have a seat."
Nodding, he did as asked.
Noticing the man was nervous the professor smiled. "It's ok, Mr. Kelly, you can relax. At the beginning of each term I like to take my non-traditional students aside, talk to them, get to them a bit."
Nodding again, he corrected the man, "Parrish-Kelly."
He looked down to his sheet and made the correction. "I apologize, this thing says A. B. P. Kelly." he slid it across the desk so that the younger man could read it.
"It's okay," he answered as he looked down at the paper.
"So tell me a little about yourself, starting with your name unless you prefer to addressed by your last name."
"Blackie," he answered, "The A is for Albert, but I hate that. I'm hoping to major in education and music, if I ever finish taking high school over again," he let spill.
"Then Blackie it is." the man smiled. He reached over into the assignment box and leafed through it till he found Blackie's paper. Scanning it he commented. "You need to work on neatness a bit, but this is very good. I noticed you looking a little green when I was speaking to the class."
"A bit overwhelmed I guess," he admitted.
He nodded. "Understandable, you do realize this is a fast paced course right? My goal here is to get everyone through high school as quickly as I can so they can get on to what their parents are paying for. That is why I prefer to pull the non-traditional's like yourself aside. This is a remedial course but it's not always the best one for someone who has been away from the classroom for a long time." he paused when he saw Blackie's face fall. "That's not to say you can't be successful in my class. I believe you can be. However it will take a lot of hard work. If you like I can aid you in getting you switched to one of the less demanding basic math courses."
"LOOK," Blackie exhaled, "My parents aren't paying for this. I AM. I'm not afraid of hard work, sir, and I'll get it done. Believe me, I want through high school faster then you want me to get through it."
The man sat back in his chair. "I like you." he stated plainly. "I didn't mean to imply your parents are paying for this, I assumed you understood I meant your younger classmates. The one's that left 15 minutes ago." he leaned in to Blackie. "As long as you are willing to work hard we won't have any problems. Oh and don't let that stuff I say during lectures rattle you. I have found that the majority of my students are rocks for brains athletes that couldn't get their noses out of their girlfriend's crotches long enough in high school to crack a book and now it's my job to shake a little sense into them. I respect hard work and until a student shows me that or he or she is willing to work I don't respect them."
Laughing a bit, Blackie said, "You don't have to worry about me being to busy with a girlfriend. I know it's going to be hard, but it can't be any harder then a thirty city in forty five day tour."
"Excuse me?" the man asked confused.
"Last summer, I played drums for a major act, next month I'm going to pick up my Grammy. I'm here now because I want something that will carry me through my whole life, not just a little while."
"That's it," the man almost shouted. "I thought I recognized you. They showed your face on the news when the award nominations were announced. Coagulations."
"Thank you," He nearly blushed. "Dr. Amos, I assure you I'm going to work hard to get through your class."
"You can call me, Bob, that's a privilege of being older than 18 and here because you want to be, not because you throw a good football."
"Thank you," he said again as he extended his hand to the man.
"You're welcome. We'll see you tomorrow," he said as he stood.
House
Rick walked back into his bedroom carrying 2 glasses of orange juice. Handing her one he sat down on the bed. "All you guys had was orange."
"Thanks," she said as she took it and drank from it, then made a face, "I guess not only do I have to give birth, but I have to do the shopping to," she ranted.
"Do you know what you need?" he asked. "I can do it for you."
Smiling warmly, she touched his cheek. "So sweet, but you can't go to the store."
"Why not? I got my car outside. The transmission is new, it'll make it up the hill to the grocery."
"And then what, have every woman in town chasing you up and down the isles. I'll make Noah go."
He smiled. "I'll wear his clothes, no one will ever know the difference. Everyone thinks we look alike anyway."
"Not everyone," she flirted.
He moved in kissing her. "I'll do it if you tell me too."
Sliding her hand around to the back of his neck, she pulled him in close kissing him again, "I don't want you to go to the store."
As the kiss broke he dropped his mouth to her breast while sliding his hand between her legs. "What is it you DO want me to do then?" he mumbled against her flesh.
In the Garage
Reaching above his head to the remote, Noah shut the garage door. Turning to Robin, he smiled. "Looks like we beat Daddy home."
Running to the tarp Noah covered his car with she yanked at it. "We over our car ow Daddy?"
"You going to help me?" He asked taking the other end of the tarp.
"Uh-huh." she said as a bang came from the wall. "Uncle Ick ere?" she asked excitedly.
"Yeah, he is." Noah answered.
She ran to the door, hitting it with her fists. "Uncle Ick, come out." she tried the knob. "Uncle Ick our oor is ocked, COME OUT."
"Robin!" Noah called after the tot, "Come on, he was driving all night, he'll come out when he's ready too. I thought you were going to help me cover the car."
Inside the room Rick froze. "Oh shit." he mouthed.
Twisting in the bed a bit she asked. "Can you slip out, and somehow get them upstairs?"
Going for his clothes he nodded. "I can try."
"Thanks, Love," she said as she leaned in and kissed him again.
"Robin." Noah said firmly. "Go upstairs and change into play clothes."
She started to protest but then nodded "O'tay."
As she left the garage Noah knocked. "She's gone Anna, you can come out too."
As Anna slipped around the door, closing her robe around her, she looked the doctor in the eye, "I don't want any of your shit, Drake!"
"What shit?" he asked innocently. "Shit about how you were almost caught fucking the overgelledmanmeatpopstar we keep in the garage." he ranted as he turned and walked to the door.
"NOAH!" Anna called after him.
He stopped. "What?" he growled without turning.
"What the hell was that you called me?" Rick asked.
Noah turned. "You didn't understand me?" he yelled over the sound of the garage door opening and Blackie pulling in. "Here I'll try a smaller word. Whore. You understand that one."
As Rick started to lunge, Anna held him back with her left arm, then slapped Noah's face with her right hand. "The next time you open that mouth of yours, Drake! You better know what the fuck you're talking about."
"What the fuck?" Blackie screamed as he jumped out his car and pulled Noah into his arms. "What did you hit him for?"
"Cause 'Mr. If it moves I'll fuck it' here, is playing holier then thou." Anna answered.
Blackie glared at Rick. "You did didn't you."
"Yeah I did...err we did, but it's not what you think ok." he locked his hazel eyes with Noah's green eyes. "Can we talk?"
Nodding, he pointed to Rick's room and followed the singer there.
Walking past Anna, Blackie smarted off. "You might want to wipe that just fucked grin off your face before our daughter sees you."
"Fuck off," She smarted back to him.
Spinning he grabbed her wrist. "I'm sorry, this has nothing to do with me. What you do and who you do it with is your business."
"Damn straight," She cussed again. "None of it is your business."
Seeing something in her face that told him she wasn't angry about what had just happened he asked softly. "What did I do?"
She shook her head, "Nothing, Baby, absolutely nothing. Go talk to Rick. He needs you right now."
"No." he felt tears welling in his eyes as Anna yet again pushed him away. "Why won't you talk to me?"
Struggling against him for a minute, she then collapsed against the young man in tears, "I'm scared." She cried, "There, you happy, I said it. ME, I'M Scared."
Guiding her into the studio and onto the loveseat he rubbed her back though the silk robe. "What's wrong? Talk to me, why are you scared honey?"
"It hasn't been like I thought it would be, and I'm afraid it's going to be different after he's here too." She cried against his shoulder.
"What different?" he asked suddenly afraid. "Did you change your mind? You don't want him anymore?"
"No, No, I didn't change my mind," She pulled back a bit, and lay against the back of the loveseat. Swallowing hard, she touched his cheek, "When we decided to do this, we were so close. I thought . . .I thought it was going to be all of us, all four of us."
"What changed?" he said out loud though an inner voice mocked him. 'She doesn't want her baby raised by a loser like you.'
She cocked her head a bit, "Blackie, baby. You haven't felt the change?"
Shaking he laid his hand against her stomach. "You don't want me to be his daddy." he said with monotone sadness as the tears he had been fighting spilled from his eyes.
Laying her hand on top of his she shook her head, "NO, no, quite the opposite. I had hoped that you and Noah would want to be more involved. I mean Noah bitches about even going to the doctor and you barely want to look at me, let alone touch me."
"He bitches cause you didn't want to go at first." Blackie cried. "It's not that I don't want to look or touch you, I don't really want to do it to any woman. You and Holly are special and when you started showing you started brushing my hand away."
"When," she responded, shocked.
He looked down at his hand resting on his own knee. "2 seconds ago."
"Oh no," she began to weep. "I'm so sorry." Picking up his hand she rested it back on her stomach, "this is your baby, and I'm just afraid they way it feels like we've all be drifting, that we'll all drift away from, well you know, like what happened with Robert, Robin and me."
"What do you mean?" he asked.
"He and I drifted apart. I told you that, didn't I?"
"You told us he left you even though he knew you were pregnant and by the time he came back Robin was a baby and you with Holly." He kissed her stomach. "I want him Anna and so does Noah. We want him more than anything."
"I know that," she said as she let her hand touch his hair. "But do you still want me, us, me and Holly here, in your house and in your life?"
He smiled through his tears. "Of course we do, you girls are part of our family." he brushed his eyes. "I'm sorry Anna, we got a little crazy with ourselves but we are good now I promise."
"Good," she said as she pulled him in and hugged him tight, "Cause we love you, both of you."
Returning the tight embrace he whispered in her ear. "We love you too."
Rick's room
As Rick closed the door, Noah asked, "What?"
"I'm not a whore you know."
Turning away, he shook his head. "We've been here before, you know. What you do is none of my business. I know that. But I hate it when you put me in the position of having to cover your cheating to your girlfriend."
Rick sat down on the bed. "I don't have a girlfriend."
Turning back to face his friend, he hung his head. "But you were saying. .. .I'm sorry. What happened?"
Reaching over and grabbing his bag he dug through it till he found the silk scarf. "This happened."
Taking it from the other man, he ran his hand over it, "I don't understand."
"It's Janet's." he explained. "She was my co-star in the movie, not much to look at, not much of an actress, but a cool chick you know. She was missing her husband; I was missing Barbara so sometimes we'd just sit up till almost call time talking. Nothing happened! Not ever!"
"But Barb found this, and thought something had?" He concluded.
"Yeah." he nodded. "I came home a couple weeks ago after being gone for months busting my ass, doing the movie during the week and the soundtrack on weekends, it was insane." he again locked his eyes with Noah's. "With the exception of today with Anna I haven't been with any woman including Barbara in 3 months."
"Did you tell her that?" Noah asked softly, crossing to the bed and sitting next to his friend.
"Of course I did." he shot quickly. "But she wouldn't listen to me, you'd think this fucking scarf was a pair of dirty panties with my cum on them, but it's not." he dug in the bag again and came up with a small box. "I was going to give her this." He held the box out. "It's all I had been thinking about. I want to settle down and start a family. I'm 34 years old Man, I want kids while I'm still young enough to enjoy them."
Opening the box, he looked down at the engagement ring. "It's beautiful," he said. "Okay, so you two fought hard. You always fight hard, but under all that you love each other. You still love her right?"
"Sure I do, but if she doesn't trust me after I did everything I could to show her I was done fucking around on her..." he ran his hand through his messy hair. "I can't solve her problems, Noah. I'm lucky to get out of bed my own self most of the time. I told her to get out."
Pushing his arm around the man's shoulder, he pulled him into a hug, rubbing his back, "I'm sorry."
"It's my house, damnit. I busted my ass for 10 years to buy it. Fuck her if she can't trust me."
"No, you're right," he consoled. "There has to be trust there. . . I'm sorry, I'm just as guilty aren't I. I didn't trust you either."
Shaking his head, Rick pulled back. "Well, yeah, but no, I mean you didn't bust my ass over a stupid scarf." He said as he picked it up off the bed. "You didn't know."
"No, I didn't," he said looking down at the ring he was still holding in his hand. "Does she even know you have this?"
He shook his head, "Fuck it, it doesn't matter now." He reached over and took the ring.
"Sure it does," Noah tried to encourage. "You've both had a couple weeks to cool down. Why don't you call her?"
"NO, uh-uh. I ain't crawling, Noah, not this time! I didn't do anything wrong this time!"
"Ok, ok," he responded patting the man's shoulder. "You said this morning she was in Wisconsin. You sure?"
He looked into his friend's eyes and nodded, "Yeah, I'm sure. Promise me you won't call her, Noah,"
Noah shrugged, "Why would I call?" he tried to say convincingly though it was exactly what he was thinking.
"Cause you're just like Gran," He smiled back. "Really, It doesn't happen often, but this time I know I'm right. I'm not crawling."
He nodded, "Okay, if that's what you want. Stay as long as you want, and uhm," he snickered pointing to the house, "I won't say another word."
Nodding he smiled, "Okay, right now I want to take a shower and go over to Cyn's with Blackie and see the baby."
"Okay," Noah answered as the two men pulled themselves from the bed, and made their way into the house.
As the two men walked in the house, Blackie and Anna looked up from the loveseat. Hugging the woman one more time, Blackie got up and crossed to Rick, as Noah made his way to Anna. Dropping next to the woman on the couch he pulled her into a tight hug. "I'm sorry, doll," He tearfully whispered in her ear. "I'm really really sorry."
Kissing his cheek and tugging his hair a bit, she answered as she pulled him closer, "me too."
"Anna told me," Blackie offered. "I'm really sorry."
He nodded, "It's okay, or it will be." He tried to smile. "We still going to go?"
"Sure," Blackie smiled, "You want to get dressed first?"
"I'd like to still take a shower, if I could."
"I'd like that too," Blackie joked.
Pulling herself from the couch, Anna answered. "I'm going to go check on Robin, then get dressed myself."
As the studio emptied out, Noah leaned back on the couch and turned to Blackie opening his arms out. "Come here."
Quickly moving across the room he slipped into Noah's lap curling into his shoulder, "What a mess hu?"
Exhaling he nodded, "I don't want to talk about that now, it's over anyway. Tell me about you're class. How did it go?"
"It started out horrible, but I think it's going to be okay," He answered.
"What?" Noah asked confused "what do you mean?"
"The professor, at first I thought he was going to be a real jerk, carrying on acting like everyone in the class was a total reject because we were in remedial math, even addressed me as 'Mr. Leather jacket with a bad attitude'."
"Oh no," Noah sighed.
"No, No, it's okay." Blackie said, "He had me and some of the other older students stay behind and explained that he has to be kinda tough on the kids so they'll work at it." He yawned, "It's going to be a lot of work though. I got 20 pages to do tonight."
"20 pages!!!" Noah nearly screamed, "What the hell?"
"It's simple addition, Noah. I can do it," he said, as he curled tighter in to Noah's body. "But I got to type that paper too, but first I'm going to go see my sis. Want to come?"
He shook his head, "No, you pulled an all-nighter and you have a lot to do. I think you should go take a nap."
"MMMMM, bed," he groaned, "sounds so good, but I can't. I don't have time to both take a nap and go visit Caroline . . . . I'll sleep when I'm dead."
"HA HA NOT funny," Noah said dryly. "I'm worried about you, Babe. It's your second day and you're already killing yourself.
"It's going to take me a little bit to get use to it, Noah, but I'll be fine."
Pulling his tighter he said, "Babe, You know how hard it is for you to concentrate when you're tired, and that makes everything worse for you."
"What do you want me to do, Noah?" He said dejected, "Not go see Caroline."
Running his hands through his lover's hair. "No, I know that's important to you. What if there was a way you can do it all?"
"How? You adding an extra 4 or 5 hours to today?"
"No, You go take a hot bath, and a nice nap while I go out to the cave and type up your paper. When I'm done, I'll go get Caroline, bring her here so you can visit, then after diner you can do your math homework."
"I know you're trying to help, Doc." He pleaded, "But I want to do my paper."
"You did do your paper," he insisted. "It's all written, right?"
He nodded, "Yeah, it is. You'll type it the way I wrote it, exactly?"
"I promise," he said with a kiss to the man's lips. "I just want to help, Babe, not do you're homework. I know you can do it alone, but hell, I use to pay people to type my papers when I was in med school."
"Pay hu?" Blackie asked. "How much you going to want to type my paper?"
"I'm sure we can think of something," He teased as he dropped his mouth back down to Blackie's. "Please, will you go get a few hours sleep?"
He nodded, then frowned, "I told Rick I'd -"
"Rick will be fine. I'll have Robin entertain him while I type the paper, then he can go with me to pick up Caroline."
"But Dad and Cyn, they might not-"
"Shhh," Noah interrupted with another kiss. "You know your dad and Cyn will let her come over for awhile. If I have to I'll invite them over to," He teased. "Let me go start a nice hot bath for you, and you can call them?"
He nodded as he slid off Noah's lap onto the love seat. As he started to leave the room, Blackie called out, "Doc!"
He turned, "What, kid?"
"Thank you," he responded with a smile as he slid to the floor and started dialing the phone.
Fifteen minutes later
Bringing Blackie's backpack in the bathroom, Noah pulled out the one notebook and showed it to the other man, "This is it. Right?"
Slowly opening his eyes, he nodded, "Yeah, that's it. Just type it, okay. Don't change anything."
"I won't, Blackie. I promise." He said. "Let me take get this out of here, away from the water, then I'll help you out, okay."
"I'm fine, Noah," he smiled. "I'm just very comfortable right now."
Leaning in he kissed his forehead, "Okay, then, just relax."
Three hours later
Opening the door, and seeing Blackie still sleeping she knocked on the frame.
Twisting slightly, and looking toward the door through squinting eyes, Blackie smiled. "Anna, Come in."
As she made her way to the bed, he scooted over, then looked to the nightstand, not seeing the clock, he looked to the other one, reaching for his watch, and seeing it wasn't on the nightstand either, he shook his head. "What did Noah do with all the clocks?"
She laughed, "He wanted you to sleep as long as you needed to. But, he's finishing up dinner, and your Dad, Cyn and Caroline are here."
Sliding his hand up her leg, he let her hand rest on her tummy as he yawned, "I'll get up in minute then." Slowly, shyly looking up into her eyes, he asked, "Are you feeling better?"
She nodded as she leaned in and kissed his forehead, "Yeah, I am. I've had a hormone attack earlier. I'm sorry."
"No, you were right about some things, but I can assure you that Noah and I aren't going to drift anywhere."
"I know," She said.
Pushing himself up in the bed, he wrapped his arms around the woman and hugged her tight.
Returning his hug, she kissed his cheek, "Your sister is getting cranky. I think somehow she knows you're here somewhere."
"Of course she does," He smiled as he slipped from the bed and grabbed a pair of sweat pants, slipping into them. "She knows our house." Leaving the room, he grabbed a t-shirt from the doorknob, and slipped an arm around the woman's waist.
As they neared the top of the steps, he heard Caroline fussing, and then saw her in Rick's arms as he tried to soothe the baby. "What are you doing, pinching my sis?" He teased the man as he quickly crossed the room, going behind the back of the chair, he peered down, and held his arms out, "Hey, Caroline."
The baby's cries slowed and her face brightened, as she waved her arms in front of her face.
Smiling he extended his arms, "You want to come see me, hu? Sweet heart?"
"Yeah, I see how you are?" The singer smiled at the child as he carefully handed her up to Blackie. "She's beautiful," He commented, then turned to Cyn and Joe, repeating himself, "Just beautiful."
"Thank you, Rick," Cynthia smiled as she snuggled into Joe's body his arm coming around her shoulder.
Sitting in the opposite chair and laying the infant on his lap he looked up to his father and his wife, "I think she's grown in the last few days." He then turned back down, "You just growing like a weed, hu, sis," he said in a light voice.
In the kitchen, Noah spoke softly into the phone as he drained the pasta, "I knew you would know, Gran. Go ahead and give her a call?"
He shook his head, as he continued to put the final touches on dinner, "I can't because I promised I wouldn't . . . A few days anyway . . . okay, Love you too, Gran. Bye."
9:30 pm
Anna came to the bottom of the steps and watched in the doorway for a moment. Noah was curled up in the corner of the couch reading from a book, as Blackie sat on the floor at the coffee table working on the math booklet. Every few seconds, Noah would look over Blackie's shoulder, and then look back pretending to read.
Looking up, Blackie started to stand, "Is it time to put Robin to bed?"
"Don't worry about it," she answered. "Lori gave her a bath, and Rick is reading her a story; then he was going to arm-wrestle Brett to see who gets to tuck her in," she laughed.
He frowned. "But that's my job."
Then go get arm wrestle Rick," she suggested as she moved to the couch, dropping down in the corner, and pulling her feet up.
He looked down at his work. "I'm only on page 4. It's not hard but there is a ton of it, my eyes hurt."
Leaning over, and pushing his hand through Blackie's hair, he suggested. "Why don't you take a little break, tuck Robin in, then when you come back, I can read them to you. Would that help?"
He shook his head. "Can someone go tell Brett to let Rick do it?" he asked then looked up to Noah. "I get to do it all the time, he can tonight."
Reaching over and grabbing Anna's ankle playfully, Noah said, "I'll do it. You need anything, Doll, while I'm up."
She shook her head. "No but tomorrow you need to go to the store, I want cranberry juice."
"I'll check with you tomorrow, by then it might be apple or grape," he smiled as he made his way out of the room and up the steps.
Laughing at him as he left the room, she watched Blackie for a moment, and then moved down, "You're really straining to see that aren't you?"
Nodding he kicked his feet out and laid down with his head in her lap, softly kissing and rubbing her stomach.
Looking down into his face, she pushed his hair back and grazed his cheek as she took in the warm loving gaze in his eyes, "You ever been check to see if you need glasses?" she asked softly.
"I don't." he said quickly. "It's just a lot and the print is tiny."
Encouraging him to continue rubbing her stomach, she looked at the book, "yeah it is," she said, then giggled as the baby moved, "I think you're tickling him."
He tapped lightly. "Hey Baby Boy, this is Daddy, well one of them anyway."
"You feel that?" she asked, as the baby moved again.
He smiled, "uh-hu," Letting his hand slowly run over her stomach, he looked up into her face and asked, "Something different? It seems, I don't know, like he's lower or something?"
From the entry, Noah concluded, "He dropped, didn't he?"
"Dropped? What do you mean dropped?" Blackie asked frightened as Anna nodded with a smile.
"It's nothing bad," Noah reassured as he crossed back to the couch. "He's just moving down, getting ready to be born."
He smiled wide, then frowned, "It's too soon."
Anna shook her head, "He doesn't mean getting ready like right now. It could still be a few weeks before he comes."
"Or it could just be a few days," Noah smiled, then turned to Blackie, "And that isn't anything to worry about. He's already strong and healthy." He said as he let one hand fall to Blackie's face and the other on top of his lover's hand on Anna's stomach.
"A few days," Blackie smiled.
"Maybe," Noah answered. "When will Holly be home?" he asked.
"She'll be home tomorrow," Anna answered. "It was like 3 weeks after Robin dropped before I had her though."
"I was early." Blackie whispered. "And I was sick too."
Leaning down, Noah kissed his forehead, "He's not sick, Kid. You were there last week when Jeff went over the amnio, and the ultrasounds and everything."
"I'm scared." he admitted softly.
"I know," Noah answered just as quietly. "I know you are."
Feeling the baby kick against his hand Blackie looked up. "He has to be ok, Doc."
Letting her hand slide down, and come to rest on top of Noah's and Blackie's she said, "He is. He's fine."
Again laying his head in her lap he tried to smile. "Brodie, you just hang on a little longer ok."
As the baby moved again against his hand, Anna grazed his cheek, "I'm not too worried, Blackie. Like I said, Robin wasn't born for three weeks till after she dropped, three weeks puts him right around his due date."
"Ok." he snuggled closer and reached out for his lover."
Seeing how upset Blackie was Noah guided him up and into his arms, "What is it, Babe? What's wrong?"
"I don't want to do it Noah, it's too much."
Tightening his embrace, Noah felt his own heart lurch. "You want to go to bed, and get up early and finish it then?"
"No, not that." He shook his head. "The math I can do, I don't know. I just need to lay here like this with both of you. Can I just do that please? For 5 minutes can I just not stress?"
"Of course," He answered as he kept one arm around Blackie and slid his other around Anna pulling her in. Leaning down and kissing the man's forehead, he asked. "Would you feel better if we go over to the clinic and I do an ultrasound?"
"No, I just want to stay here like this. Anna says he is ok and I trust her to trust her body."
"Okay," Noah answered, as Anna put an arm around each of them, "I feel fine, Blackie," she whispered, "And he's doing really well."
Upstairs
"Goodnight Sweetie." Rick asked as he laid the book down and slid from the bed, watching her struggle with sleep.
"'Night, Ick," She mumbled lazily as she snuggled tighter to his body.
Rolling her toward the center of the bed the singer managed to detangle himself. "I'll see you in the morning Robin." he whispered as he stood at the door.
"O'tay," she mumbled again.
Downstairs Blackie pulled himself up so that he was sitting. "Only 16 more pages till I sleep."
Rubbing his back, Noah asked, "Anything I can do, Babe?"
"Make me some coco with that dark chocolate you got from the hospital for Christmas?"
"Sure thing," he answered as he pulled himself to his feet.
Anna reached over and took the book from him. "How about I read, you give me the answers and I'll fill in the right circle?"
Slowly he nodded his head.
Looking down she smiled. "3+5 is what?"
"God, this is so stupid!" He ranted, "8. . .the fucking answer is 8."
She smiled warmly at him as she flipped the pages. "Just a few more of these mindless problems Blackie, then it gets a little harder."
He nodded as he leaned back against the couch, trying to hold back his building frustrations.
A few minutes later Noah came back into the studio with the coco. Looking at the table, he watched as Anna now sat close to Blackie, helping to read the problems when he appeared to be struggling with seeing.
Letting his hand fall to Anna's thigh, Blackie said, frustrated, "I'm sorry, Anna. You probably have much better things to do then this."
"Not really." she smiled as she moved his hand to her rounded tummy.
Smiling, he caressed her. Turning back to the work, he said in a self mocking tone as he marked the correct answer, "27 + 35. . . gee I don't know. Maybe I should go get Robin to help me."
"Now now Babe," Noah said as he looked through the text. "It gets harder in a couple days."
"You mean I might have to take my shoes off to find the answer," He continued to wallow in his self-doubt.
"No, I mean you might need that fancy scientific calculator Lori bought you."
Continuing to fill the circles on the worksheet, he flipped the page, "What as a paper weight? Sad thing, I can't even throw a football," He said referring to the comment the professor had said to him.
Anna looked to Noah confused. "Huh?"
"The class, Professor Amos," Blackie tried to explain. "Said it was filled with dumb as rocks jocks who were only there cause they could throw a football."
Setting the book down Noah took Blackie's hand. "Stop it Babe, you are not dumb, I know you are disappointed that you tested into this level but it doesn't mean you are stupid."
Pushing the workbook aside, he rested his head in his hands, "Is there anyway I can re-take that test, Noah?"
"Not really, I mean if it is that important to you, you can drop the classes you are taking now and wait till fall term."
"Doesn't really matter," He exhaled, pushing the book aside, "I don't want to finish it."
"How about I help you the way I did when you were in high school?" Noah asked as he pulled his shirt off and moved in close to Blackie's side.
"I DON"T NEED help," he insisted, "I can fucking add. I just don't want to."
Noah smiled as he pulled the younger man in. "I know you don't need help, but I want to help you. If you don't want to do it, then don't, it's just your education you are blowing if you don't."
He exhaled as he curled into the man's chest, "I'm sorry, Noah. I know I'm being a big brat. I just hate so much that I did so poorly on that test."
"You had 3 tests that day Love, you said yourself that the Music Theory test really kicked your ass, then you had that English test you did well on. One right after the other with mere minutes in between, you were burnt, that's all."
He nodded, "I know, and I was okay with it all till I was sitting in that class today and that guy was throwing out insults. All of a sudden it was like I was in 9th grade and Mr. Mason was calling me names, and telling me how stupid I was again."
"But then you said he talked to you after class?" Anna asked.
"Yeah, and I felt better again." He frowned. "But you're right, Noah, the only person I'm hurting by being pouty is myself." Leaning back into Noah's arms, he looked up, "right answers equal kisses?"
Placing a soft kiss to his lips and rubbing his back a bit as he pulled his shirt from his body he smiled. "Uh huh, and touches."
"Oh brother!" Anna scoffed as she leaned in and kissed Blackie's cheek, "You're going to be great, Love. It's just going to take you a bit of time to get organized and learn to manage the homework. You're in good hands, I'm gong to go soak my aching back."
As if on cue Rick appeared in the doorway. "Can I help?"
Using the couch to push herself up to her feet, she smiled warmly at him and wordlessly encouraged him to follow.
Watching them leave the room Blackie sighed. "They have the right idea Doc, let's go fuck."
Looking down he flipped through the pages, "After 6 pages of foreplay?" he offered.
Grinning Blackie pointed to the page. "Got that one right."