AND NOW OUR SHORT CONCLUSION.....
They were quiet a long time. There was no point in saying anything, or even in moving. At last, Rob touched him, and Chayne squeezed himself, still feeling Rob inside of him, thinking how Rob surely must still feel him too. Their bodies drew together…
The fire was crackling slowly, and though the heat was on, they were glowing in the radiating heat of the fireplace.
“Chayne,” Rob whispered after a while, “what are you thinking?”
“I am thinking that I have never been so happy as I am with you right now.”
He rested his head on Rob’s chest and said, “I don’t think I would ever have made a fire until you came.”
Rob laughed as he pulled the covers higher over them.
“Well, you didn’t really make this one, did you?”
Chayne laughed and then groaned as he went to his knees and said, “I have to piss! I would love to lay here forever, but I have to piss.”
“I could bring a bed pan that way we’d never have to leave.”
“Piss filled bed pans and the heat of a roaring fire,” Chayne said. “There’s an air freshener in that.”
“You have the most beautiful ass I’ve ever seen,” Rob commented reclining on his elbow. “It’s like a chocolate caramel apple.”
“You keep saying that and my feet’ll never touch the ground again.”
“Good,” Rob said as Chayne went into the little bathroom, leaving the door open. “Why should your feet ever touch the ground?”
Chayne peed and flushed the toilet, he ran his hands through the water and said, “Speaking of caramel apples—”
“Yeah,” Rob called, “I want the last of that cider.”
Chayne went into the kitchen and put the cider back on the stove. He rifled through the mail, hunting for that small royalty check, but now he called: “Rob?”
A moment later, naked as Chayne, his blond hair sticking up, Rob came into the kitchen and Chayne showed him the letter.
Lab Corp
1155 E Paris Ave SE #200,
Grand Rapids, MI
49546
“What the hell is this?”
“Those are…” Rob began and then shifted from foot to foot, scratching the back of his neck. “Those are the test results. For Russell and Cody.”
“But we just saw the test results from…”
“Yes,” Rob said. “But no.”
“You lied. You made a fake report.”
“I did.” Rob said.
The cider was boiling and Rob reached over and turned if off, and Chayne loved the back of him, his small round ass, his thighs, his angel feet, his sticky up hair.
“They read the actual one,” Rob continued. “But I made a fake one.”
“You were going to make them not related no matter what?” Chayne realized.
“And what if I was?” Rob said, suddenly full of heat. “They were miserable, and it’s not like it matters. It wasn’t helping anything for them to find out they were related. It wasn’t really wasn’t helping anyone.”
“No one’s arguing with you. I’m not. I don’t think I am at least.” Chayne shook his head. “It was ingenious really.”
“I steamed it open,” Rob said. “Why chance it? I hated being a liar and a deceiver, but more than that, I hated keeping them apart.”
Rob turned around, opened the cupboard and pulled out two cups and then began filling them both with steaming cider.
“I never planned to hide the truth from you, Chayne,” Rob said in a softer voice. “Or else that letter wouldn’t even be there. I decided to do what I thought was right, and I assumed you would agree.”
“Do you think you could have sat on that secret forever?” Chayne asked.
“Could you have?”
“We would have tried. I’m just glad—”
“That we don’t have to. Yeah.”
Rob handed Chayne his mug, and he took his own, taking the envelope with him. Chayne followed Rob back into the living room where they sat drinking cider
At last Chayne looked at the flimsy envelope and said, “I can’t take this another goddamned minute.”
Rob nodded manfully.
“Alright, my love,” he said, and set his mug down and handed Chayne the envelope, waiting for him to open it.
Chayne leaned forward, and gently he placed the envelope into the fire. He sat back down beside Rob, and Rob leaned into him, pressing his head against Chayne’s chest.
“We found our miseries and our happiness on our terms,” Chayne said, kissing Rob on the top of his head while he caressed his long arm.
“Now they’re off to do the same.”
THANK YOU FOR BEING HERE WITH ME ON THIS JOURNEY. THOUGH I STILL HAVEN'T GOTTEN TO RESPOND TO MAIL, I LOOK FORWARD TO THE CONVERSATIONS WE'RE ABOUT TO HAVE. THE NEXT STORY POSTED WILL BE CREATION, THE LAST BOOK IN THE LAKE CYCLE