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Jason had organized times he would be available to chat to Alex, Paul and/or Jerome online. For him it would be mornings Monday to Friday which equated to Sunday evening through to Thursday evening in the States once the 16 hour time difference was taken into account. Jason was an early riser and the morning times suited him best - so the times were around 5:30 am for him and 9:30 pm for his friends. Jason would use his webcam and microphone online keeping the cost minimal and was encouraging Alex, Paul and Jerome to do the same albeit unsuccessfully thus far.

For Jason it was something of an empty feeling chatting while he was so far away. Their chats had lately concentrated on the odd circumstances surrounding the Queensland and Victorian floods, the West Australian bushfires and the subsequent Cyclone Yasi that had flattened more than half of the resort they had stayed at when they went to the Great Barrier Reef. Horseshoe Bay and in particular Jason were significantly further south and thus unaffected save for a few rainy days.
Chatting about the weather patterns, and the Japanese tsunami, although major catastrophes from any perspective, was a means of avoiding the need to discuss items closer to the heart. None of them broached the important aspects of relationship that was central to their futures. Talking about relationships was difficult enough face to face, let alone when they were two thirds of the way around the globe. Paul for example would have little difficulty saying what needed to be said but neither Jason nor Alex had the same capacity. Alex found friendship and trust enough of a nemesis let alone a full on relationship, while Jason had quite a lot of friends and acquaintances but found it difficult to gain a true closeness. They were constantly falling short of saying the words that could bring them tumbling headfirst into a long term commitment. Alex still had the complication of his commitment to Paul that needed to be sorted out along with his own limited abilities to deal with emotional issues. Jason was unsure where he stood – if only Alex would say the words he longed to hear – he desperately wanted to be loved but knew not to force the issue. Hence it was disasterous weather patterns and topical events that dominated their chats, however dysfunctional it may have seemed to others.

By mid April Jason’s body had not only mended but allowed time for training for the national titles at Currawa Beach on the Queensland Coast. He placed a creditable third from 247 competitors on his limited and interrupted training program. It was then he opted to rest his body from the punishing schedule of training and competition to freshen up before the new season commencing in October. It was in this period of time that he would turn 21 and his life would take another unexpected turn.

Paul had been digging! Not for dirt or for gold but digging for information. He had talked his father into commencing a professional dialog with Tom Beavis the lawyer from Piper’s Point. As a direct result he now had interesting information on who owned the property at Horseshoe Bay but had not found the elusive link between the property and Jason. That a link had to exist was patently obvious and therefore he had entertained several possibilities on which he was working. Right now he was keeping his findings to himself until he was sure that the news would not cause harm to Jason. Paul too had his regular chat sessions with Jason and was finding himself more and more captivated by his easy charm, which, in return provoked a flow on effect by increasing his desire to help. More than once he fancied himself with Jason!

Through his father’s link with Tom Beavis he had learned that the Sand Mining Company was a subsidiary of a much larger conglomerate. The Sand Mining Company had sold the land, for a ridiculously low sum, to a smaller private company owned by the company director. That director in turn had donated most of the land to the people of Australia making it an annex of the National Park and secured the 50 acres on which the house stood for private use. Paul had used property searches to find that the ownership had been placed into a trust administered by Tom Beavis, but, exactly how that trust operated he was unable to discover. There had to be a link to Jason. If he could find the nature of the trust he might find the link.
 
What surprised them all was that Tom Beavis called Jason to an appointment in his office. It was the week before Jason’s 21st birthday. Jason sat quietly opposite Tom Beavis in his office. The desk was neat and tidy with a folder sitting ominously between them. “Jason” he began “the reason I asked you here today is to discuss matters relating to a trust fund.”

“I don’t know anything about a trust fund.”

“Sorry, Jason” he gently intonated “that’s all I have been permitted to disclose up to this point in time. Under the terms of the trust, to put it simply, no information regarding the trust was to be made available to anyone until the trust matured.”

“What does it have to do with me?”

“The trust is in your favour.”

“But, I don’t understand” spluttered Jason.

“The trust matures upon you reaching the age of 21 … since that will happen next week and there are some preliminaries to be completed to facilitate the transfer of the trust … and … I have some documents requiring your signature.”

“But … why? … I don’t understand! … Who? … Is there some mistake?”

“It’s not something I can tell you. I couldn’t tell you why because I don’t know why as for whom … well … the original provisions were drafted by my father before I entered the practice however I can say there are direct instructions not to supply that information.”

Jason sat there shaking his head “What happens now?”

“I’ll need your signature on the documents in this folder then next week I’ll hand over the contents of the trust.”

“What if I don’t want anything to do with this?”

“We can discuss that next week after you turn 21 and not before.”
 
Big Arnie's back in the news so I figured that "I'll be back" might as well be prophetic!
Yes I have had a break but it's nothing more than enjoying life and what it has to offer - no reason other than that.
I did like ending with as many questions as I had answered. Having said that I wasn't really sure whether to keep going with this story - from the beginning I wanted to be more of a story teller. I also liked developing the characters in the hope you would spot their flaws and like them anyway.
So for what it's worth - here I am - ready to give it another shot.
Is it worth it? I have no idea! There are far more accomplished writers than me - my particular favourites are whitestripe and famemonster.

"Whitey" touches my very soul. "Fame" excites my imagination.

Whilst not in the same league it's good to draw inspiration from such talented people.

Ok ... I'm back ... and cheers to everyone who reads this!
 
Michael,
It's good to hear from you.
And good to know you fared well during this year's disastrous natural events.

The boys' angst is as alive as ever.
Jason, a blind trust, with explicit instructions not to discuss the who of the benfaction.
 
Hey Michael,

Really glad to see you back writing. The last we had was a very sad experience with the parting of ways. Back to what some might call reality, however, for our boys and their realities it needs to be continued. I'm being very selfish now... it's really for me and your fans. I'm so happy to have them back.

Also, glad to hear, as Don said, you have survived the many disastrous events these last few months. Particularly that there was nothing more to your hiatus than pure enjoyment.

On with the show..............

Craiger
 
It's a good thing to take time to smell the coffee. Some of us don't do that very well. I'm happy you have started up the story. It was one of my favourites. Just tell yourself you won't be a slave to it but rather, have fun with it.:D
 
Before the week was up Jason stood outside the historic Maxton Court House. He was enjoying the temporary relief of a glorious warm sunny day before playing his part in the cold darkness of legal proceedings. He deliberately chose to stand outside soaking up the sun’s energy, preferring that to making his statement as an unwilling participant to the deliberations going on inside the Court House. Eventually his time came and he reluctantly walked up the steps into the old foyer and along to the court in session, where the bailiff swore him in to tell the whole truth.
He deliberately chose not to look at either of his parents Corinne and Pete. Despite that, he was desperately uncomfortable sitting in the witness chair. Worse was to come as his life was laid bare, even though Corinne had already made a plea bargain and would come off rather lightly. He was genuinely shocked at some of the insinuations and accusations brought into argument by the lawyers and seethed within. His nose flared, his breathing laboured and his eyes flashed. He wanted to be anywhere other than where he was. It became too much, when, the public prosecutor asked him for an explanation as to how his DNA did not provide a match to either of his “parents” Corinne or Pete. Jason was totally fed up, angry and glared back spitting his response “how the fuck would I know?”
Whatever happened after that was a blur and he could not recall anything no matter how hard he tried when he spoke to Paul online early the next morning after a sleepless night.
“I wish I was with you right now” stated Paul.
“I can’t do this any more” replied Jason. “I want to … go … run away somewhere!”
“Do it then, we’ll chip in and pay for the ticket … come here.”
“How could I? I wouldn’t be allowed to stay forever – I mean I want to but then again I don’t want to leave here either.”
“My dad will find a way – just pack your bags and leave – I hate seeing you so miserable.”
“What will I live on? What about my place?”
“Can’t you find someone to rent it for a while? Put it with a rental agency for 6 or 12 months. I seriously think you should come.”
“But … my studies – I just got into medicine … and the new Ironman season!”
“It can surely wait. Seems to me what you really need right now is to be with people who do actually care. This is where you should be.”
“Where would I stay? You have the summer break coming up.”
“We’ll work something out, besides you need us right now. Isn’t that the important thing?”
“Maybe I should move to Sydney, or go to Queensland and stay with Caine for a while, he’d put me up.”
“You need people Jason! Don’t be by yourself! Stay with Caine if you need to, but, get on a flight soon as you can. You need us and we want you here!”
“I’ll sleep on it ok” replied Jason signaling an end to that conversation.
Paul took the hint changing the topic. “Yeah sure, no problem with that! What are your plans for the day?” The change in direction of conversation working a treat and bringing Jason relief from the tensions of the previous day.
“Oh I might swim a bit and go for a cycle, nothing major, couple of hours maximum.”
“But it’s your birthday.”
“Is it? Oh yeah .. it is too. I almost forgot.”
“Don’t you have that meeting?”
“No it’s tomorrow.”
“You need to go into town anyway, there’s a package waiting to be picked up from the post office. That’s all I’ll say about it other than Happy Birthday!”
“Aw … really? You know how to make me curious!
“Hahaha do I? I’ll remember that in more ways than one! The item is from all of us though. If you do come I’ll give you something in person hahahahaha.”
“Yeah? Maybe I’d like that! … and Maybe I should buy a ticket.”
“I always said you were brilliant!”
 
Jason crossed the street leaving Tom Beavis’s offices. There was a big part of him that resented someone or something that had caused so much chaos. On the other hand this “trust” would make his life easier so maybe he shouldn’t feel too guilty about taking what was “owed.” Maybe Paul was right. Maybe he did need to know about the past. Maybe knowing about the past was the right way to move forward. There were however “ifs” as well. What if … he was better off not knowing? What if … the past opened up more trouble than it was worth? Right now, however, one question at least had been answered – the contents of the trust. But, who exactly had set up the trust? Would knowing where it came from be in his best interests? His impression it had something to do with Horseshoe Bay had been confirmed in his meeting with Tom Beavis. Who would have thought that he would become the owner of Horse Shoe Bay. Why had it fallen into his path? Why was he so “involved” with this particular place on earth – whatever it’s history it was the place he called home and where he felt most comfortable, yet, there had to be something more. Tom had followed his instructions perfectly giving no information other than the transfer of the property to Jason’s name and signing over the bank account that had grown from years of holiday letting and was used for upkeep, utilities and land taxes. It had all been very business like. Crossing the street with the deeds in his hands felt in a sense surreal … as though was he holding his future in his hands? Jason’s original instincts of apprehension had been tempered by the knowledge that Horseshoe Bay actually belonged to him alone. Where was home? Certainly not with Corinne and Pete … Horseshoe Bay this was home, he was secure there and there was a great deal of comfort in knowing that part of his future.
That it had made a difference was obvious and allowed Jason to focus on something other than the court proceedings. His mind was shifting from the tensions of trouble and guilt to feelings of freedom and an unencumbered perspective of his future. All things considered he would definitely fly out as soon as he could!
 
Jason arrived in town by bus from the airport almost a whole day earlier than expected. He was really excited about surprising Alex and his heart soared as he walked closer and closer to the man he loved. It wasn’t a case of absence makes the heart grow fonder. He had known the instant he first chatted to Alex online that, they had a special connection and that, was strengthened the moment they met, and sealed with their funny conversation over the first meal they shared. He was head over heels in love and truthfully had been from the beginning. He wasn’t really visiting; it felt more like he was like coming home. His heart pounded as he rounded the corner a half block from the front of Alex’s building, so close at last. He looked across the street to the building and a happy grin exploded over his face.
The momentary snapshot of his face was frozen in time until he realized what he was seeing and was then replaced by a vacant expression. Oh no! He shouldn’t have come, he should not have tried to surprise anyone. Despite the lateness of the hour and the dimness of the shadows he knew exactly what he was seeing. He could not move a muscle as his mind struggled to comprehend the moment.
He could see Alex clearly. He could see him in his close embrace. He watched as they pulled apart tenderly and walked inside the building. He saw the light flicker on in Alex’s room and minutes later go off again. The rest he imagined but his heart told him it was the truth. It had been Paul all along. Oh why, oh why did he come? His legs buckled and he bent at his knees as he tried desperately to stop the grief taking over his body. Get away quickly, go, that’s what he must do! . Find somewhere he could think.
He checked into a cheap motel and lay on the bed. Jason’s mind projected the images in front of his eyes over and over again as he imagined them together while his heart sank lower and lower. He loved Alex so much, he loved Paul too but in a different way, but they ... well, they loved each other, he had seen it for himself. His mind rationalized his thoughts, he loved Alex so much and even though it really hurt he had to give his blessing. Even so there was no way he could face them.
Jason jumped out of bed and sat at the small table with paper and pen to write what he could manage. In the very early hours he quietly slipped an envelope under Alex’s door, turned and let the night smother his retreating form.
Alex woke as the sun streamed early morning light into his room. He gently lifted Paul’s head from his shoulder and quietly padded across to the window throwing the curtain open. The glorious summer morning flooded his room as he stood gazing out the window. Last night he and Paul had gone out for dinner and done some serious talking. Paul was his first love, his closest friend and always would be. Paul was the person closest to understanding him in the whole world, but, his heart had been captured by another. It wasn’t till last night that he listened to Paul and understood. Today Jason would arrive and that would make life perfect.
Behind him Paul stirred and rose to join him looking out the window. “What’s this” he queried as he handed Alex an envelope.
 
OMG! Just when you thought it couldn't get worse, it did. Michael, make it right!
 
Michael,
Authors DO love chaos and mayhem, "coronary" confustication and anginal angst, don't they?!

Who is going to fine our downtrodden Aussie and capture him before he hops a flight back down under, without having had a chance to find out it's all right?
 
Donnie,

You need your slumber time.

Otherwise grumpy in the morning.

Nighty night.
 
I'm headed that way - late night snack, since dinner was a late lunch, sort of. I had some soup at lunch time.
 
Hey Michael,

I have to agree with Don but also add "cliffhangers" to the list.....you are a master at that. I will not let you give me apoplexy, so, I will calmly wait for the next segment.
Welcome back my friend.

Craiger
 
“But … we didn’t do anything” pleaded Alex.
“No … but he must think we did … how else could you explain it?” answered Paul.
“He’s got it so wrong!”
“I know …”
“He didn’t even give me a chance to explain!”
“He’s hurting Alex.”
“It’s ridiculous, he doesn’t need to be hurting.”
“I know that too …”
“and … what’s this bit about wishing us all the best! I don’t like that at all.”
“I agree it sounds so final. Let me read it again.”
Alex handed Paul the note.
“What do we do now” asked Alex.
“I really don’t know Alex. He’s not at the motel address on the paper … he’s gone I think.”
“But where?”
“I doubt he wants us to find him.”
“No, no, no, this is all so stupid and so wrong” uttered Alex shaking his head.

Later that evening, alone in his room, Alex sat on the side of his bed and took the note out to read it again. His body fell back onto the bed as he clutched the note on his chest and stared at the ceiling.
As the weeks passed and turned into months, it became apparent Jason had disappeared. His cell phone was obviously turned off. His land line back in Australia was now a number that was not connected – according to the telephone company recorded message service. Emails sent to his address came back as delivery errors. Likewise his facebook had been deleted. Letters addressed to him in Australia came back unopened. Jason had isolated himself.
The new semester started, the Rattlers reformed with early season training well advanced and Alex had no choice but to move forward. Paul still came around once a week but was now in a relationship with a budding sports journalist and had moved in with him. Jerome was finishing the year then hoping to be drafted into the pro ranks.
It was Paul who came up with the first piece on news. He came around on a Saturday about six weeks into the semester and walked over to Alex’s computer then clicked on a link to an Australian News website. “You need to see this” he told Alex.
It was an article from a Sydney newspaper, picture included of a near photo finish to the first Ironman race of the season. Alex devoured every word.
“There’s more” added Paul as he located video footage on You Tube. A further link provided a post race interview albeit very brief.
Alex and Paul looked at each other. “There’s hope Alex, at least we know he’s ok.”
“I don’t know whether to be happy or pissed off with him” replied Alex.
“Maybe both is ok right now … don’t you think!”
“What should I do?”
“You mean what should we do!”
“Ok what should we do?”
“I’ve checked the Iron Man competition dates against the college calendar. We can be there for Bondi in December! That is if it’s what you want to do.”
Alex looked down at Paul hopefully. “What if he doesn’t want to see us or talk to us?”
“I’ve thought of that too … I’ve got a connection with a certain sports journalist … the last thing we need is to pressure him … but we have to try … right!”
Alex lifted Paul in his arms and hugged him tight. “Paul thanks … I so love you for this.”
“Right back at you Alex.”

The semester raced away as Alex and Paul followed the Ironman season from half the circumference of the world away. With the retirement of Caine the sport offered the newest batch of competitors a chance to step up and show what they could do. Jason had three wins and a second from four races to be leading the overall point score. One more win and he could not be overtaken as the season champion despite three more races to go. Alex and Paul laughed at clips of TV advertising showing Jason with a range of products. An even better one was of a press conference interview – it had become clear amongst journalists that Jason would answer every question thrown at him except ones relating to private matters. On this occasion Jason had answered just two simple questions before a novice reporter for a teenage girls magazine shouted from the back of the room asking if he had a girlfriend. All the other journalists groaned as Jason simply stood and graciously thanked them for coming but excused himself.
It was a new Jason but still the same Jason. He came across as extremely dedicated with a steely resolve to leave nothing to chance and to be totally focused on what he had to do. He gave nothing away about what he was thinking or what kind of person he was inside. He looked the same but Alex and Paul could tell that a lot of what could be seen was a front and that he hadn’t changed as much as he wanted people to believe.
 
An unwrapping of the not-so-incognito Jason by our boys, and the inner angst/insecurity he still suffers from.

Looking forward to the blood boiling confrontation - should be hot!
 
Whew! No cliffhanger, at least not one that really leaves us hanging......lol
Michael, I'm so glad to know the boys are going downunder during their December break and that they have at least some knowledge of Jason. Can't wait.

Craiger
 
Bondi in mid December was spectacular. It’s south east facing beach battered by a huge ocean swell, with writhing masses of white foamy waves seemingly incongruous from the crystal clear blue sky, warm sun and mild breeze. The swell so big the organizers of the Ironman seriously considered calling off the event for safety reasons. Only considered of course because the whole event was televised, had a multitude of spectators perched at every vantage point and the sponsors heavy investments carrying a great deal of weight. So they “seriously considered” and it would be reported that way but in truth it was never in doubt and the event would go ahead.
Alex and Paul were high up on the northern end of the beach on top of the headland where they had a full view of the beach. They watched the preparations as competitors skis and boards were placed into position ready for the start. Alex’s eyes scanned the beach searching for Jason whom he had not been able to locate so far. Mid way down the beach the crowd was packed like sardines herded against the ropes as people levered themselves into as good a position as they could get. Alex knew he was down there somewhere. Across the intermittent sounds from the public address system, and between the spruiking advertisements for refreshments on sale, he had gleaned the fact that this race was to be a sprint format in the order of ski, swim, run and board.
“Look to the left of the blue flag”.
“Which one?” asked Alex.
“The blue one … no further along … there” he pointed “walking towards the beach.”
“Where” asked Alex as he leaned closer to Paul’s outstretched arm to see where he was pointing.
“The guy in the white top, blue shorts” stated Paul “he’s looking at the water.”
“Ok, I see him.”
The figure turned walking north along the beach up to the craft sections, then back watching the surf the whole time.
“I’d say he’s already worked out his plan and is checking the surf conditions to make sure they haven’t changed” offered Paul.
“How can anyone have a plan for this huge surf?” queried Alex.
Paul grinned “chewed up and spat out is a plan.”
Even Alex laughed at that comment, “I wouldn’t even put my toe in that surf.”
“Chicken?”
“Yep and enjoying being one!”
The competitors lined up for the race and it was underway in a matter of minutes. Twenty of the best athletes in the country raced down the beach picked up their long surf skis and lifted their knees high through the white water on the beach. Most not all. A flurry of arms and paddles filled the air as they each strained against the wild surf trying to get through the break. The waves relentlessly drove them back, indiscriminately choosing first one, then another, tossing them off their skis and pushing them well back towards the beach. One competitor had tucked his surf ski under one arm and run along the beach north towards the headland.
“What’s he doing” asked Paul.
Fifty metres north of the pack Jason threw himself and his board into the surf at a part of the beach that seemed the wildest. He drove hard with his paddles, deep in the water, heading out from the beach directly into a rip, then chose his moment perfectly behind the back of a wave to veer thirty degrees right straight over a monstrous wave and through the break with relative ease. He was out and around the first turning buoy before any other competitor was through the initial break. Jason hit the beach running at least a hundred metres in front of the next competitor. Through the chute he went then straight down into the swim leg, followed by the run and then back again with the surf rescue board for which he headed north again. It was the easiest of victories in the most difficult of conditions, characterized by clever use of the surf conditions and a secure belief in his own abilities. As he crossed the finishing like he walked shaking hands then held the winning tape high above his head as the hungry cameras whirled and clicked greedily searching for the best picture of the day. The next competitor was a distant two minutes behind in what was labeled a sprint.
*************
At precisely 10:30 am the following day Jason walked across the Hotel foyer into the dining room. He wasn’t hungry, he had an interview with an American sports writer who was collecting material for a feature article.
He looked around the room finding a tall blond man seated near the far wall. The man stood up, said a polite hello, introduced himself as Brennan Roberts and offered his handshake before settling down to business.
Brennan was up front telling Jason exactly what he was doing, the sort of information he required and handed over a set of questions on paper for Jason to read. Moments later he began his interview sticking mostly to the planned questions but with a few added where more detail was required or where some points led onto new areas to explore. As far as interviews go Jason thought this was well researched and professional.
Forty minutes later Brennan switched off his recorder.
“That was a great interview Jason” offered Brennan.
“I’m not sure I answered everything well enough.”
“Sure you did, it was exactly what I needed.”
“I thought you were really well prepared and the questions sounded like they came from someone with an intimate knowledge of the sport.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment, I admit to spending a lot of time trawling the internet to get a feel for what you do.”
“I’m impressed.”
“Thanks again, somehow it doesn’t feel like work when I get to interview people like you. There’s a lot of satisfaction that comes from the research, the interviews then following that through to the final published product. It’s a privileged job. I’ll send you a published copy of the magazine after it goes to press so you can see how it looks.”
“Thanks it’s good to hear that and inspirational in its own way” added Jason.
Brennan looked at his watch. “I’ve only got 10 minutes. Do you mind if I tell you something before I go.”
“Sure”
“Well, it actually concerns two friends of mine.” Brennan continued. “You know them.”
Jason’s countenance gave nothing away.
“Hear me out Jason. The thing is they’re here.”
Jason had not moved a muscle nor flinched.
…. a pause followed.
Jason’s amber eyes searched Brennan’s face. That he was internalizing and trying to appear calm on the outside was an understatement.
“Here” uttered Jason feebly.
“Yes here … not staying at this hotel… but here right now … in the bar … here in this hotel … they are anxious to talk to you.”
“Here” Jason uttered again shaking his head. It couldn’t be.
“They were both at the race yesterday and wanted to come today … but didn’t know what to expect … my understanding is that after I leave I will tell them I have delivered this message then they will stay in the bar till noon in the hope you might choose to see them.”
Brennan stood quietly and left Jason alone with his thoughts.

The hands of the clock moved around and past 12:00.
“He’s not coming” Paul whispered.
“I’ll wait a bit longer” Alex whispered back. “You go … please Paul … I’d like to be alone for a while.”
“Ok … you’re sure …”
“I’m sure … I’ll be all right.”
Paul gently touched his arm full of concern for his dear friend and quietly walked out.

The long hand on the clock eased past the 6 to make the time 12:30. Alex rose from the bar stool he had occupied for 2 hours and crossed to the corner then went through the door into the male toilets. The second the toilet door closed Jason gingerly walked into the bar scanning the room without finding anyone. His body sagged almost imperceptively, his head drooped a litttle and his eyes were slightly downcast as he turned about and glided back across the foyer to the elevators. He waited for the elevator to reach the ground floor and its doors to open. He stepped inside, pushed the button for the 10th floor and stepped back to make room for an elderly couple. The doors closed.
Only to spring open again with a ching sound echoing off the elevator walls as the tall figure of Alex stepped purposefully inside.
Their eyes met in an instant. The brilliant blue of Alex’s eyes shone brightly and locked onto Jason’s equally spectacular amber eyes. No words were exchanged their eyes just fixed on each other separated by the older couple between them. Alex shuffled to the back corner to stand next to Jason and waited quietly for the lift to ascend.
Ching … The doors for the 10th floor opened wide and the older couple shuffled out followed by Jason then Alex. They all headed in the same direction down the hall before the older couple stopped and fumbled for their door swipe card and Jason continued along closely followed by Alex. The tension grew and grew with each additional step as their forced silence engulfed them. Still no words were exchanged as Jason swiped his card, opened the door and they both walked inside.
Inside the room they stood facing at each other. The silence was palpable but neither one seemed able to initiate any form of communication. Jason opened then closed his mouth … but no words came out … he mouthed two or three words but still no sound. His eyes told a different story … it was obvious he was in a losing battle over control of his emotions. He tried to look away but couldn’t. Alex did not want to push Jason into anything either. All Alex’s pent up frustrations and his determination to be firm didn’t seem to matter anymore.
Jason was first to concede – the vestige of what was left of his resistance crumbled and gave way completely. He finally got some words out. “It hurts Alex” he sobbed, “It won’t stop hurting … you shouldn’t have come … I can’t … I can’t … I know you have to …” he blubbered. “I’m sorry…”
Alex bounded across and wrapped his arms around Jason holding him close “Oh Jason, you adorable fool!” He lifted Jason’s face and smothered him with kisses as he held him tight.
Jason tried to push away “No … don’t … I won’t do that to Paul” he feebly argued.
“Oh Jason … my Jason … don’t you understand? … it’s you.”
“Don’t he sobbed … it hurts too much … no … please don’t.”
Alex held Jason’s face between his hands forcing him to look into his tearful eyes “Jason it’s you I love … listen to me … Jason I love you … I love you with all my heart …”
Tears were streaming down Jason’s face as his emotions continued to bubble over. His body wracked with spasms coming from deep inside as he sobbed uncontrollably.
Alex continued “Jason I’m not with Paul … do you hear me? … you misunderstood … it’s you I love.”
Jason raised his head and looked through eyes brimming with tears. “But …”
“Hush” interrupted Alex as he held Jason and the sobs subsided. “I am never going to let you go again. Do you hear me?”
Jason nodded.
 
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