Paradise Lost and Found, Part 5 (conclusion)
Posted on Mon Feb 19th, 2018 @ 2:40am by Unawakened Devon Spencer
Location: Newport News, Virginia
Timeline: Tuesday, 16 March 2010
Tags: Devon, Dev, Deo, Spencer, Bobbie, Mitchum
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Indiana Jones and his father, Henry sat tied up together on the TV screen. “We’ve got to get free, dad. We’ve got to get to Marcus before the Nazis do.”
Henry frowned, “I thought that Marcus had a two-day head start and would vanish, disappear.”
Indiana shook his head, “No. I made that up. C’mon Dad, you know Marcus; he got lost in one of his own museums one time. Dad, can you reach into my left pocket?”
“What will I find?” Henry rummaged.
“A lucky charm,” Indiana snorted sarcastically.
Henry Jones drew something forth, “Feels like a cigarette lighter.”
“Use it to burn the ropes.”
Henry flicked the lighter to life but on reaching back, he burned his hand and dropped it. He blew on it, desperately trying to put it out until the chair and drapes caught flame. He called back, “Son, there’s something I have to tell you.”
Indiana cut him off. “Don’t get sentimental now, Dad. Save it until we get out.”
“The floor’s on fire ... see ... AND the chair.”
Late night at the Jones house, all was calm and dark save for the living room. There, the TV in the corner cast its glow on two young men, Devon Spencer, and his erastís, or lover, Bobbie.
They sat back on the couch on the floor, cuddled in lazy comfort with piled pillows and cushions. The sable haired youth, Devon laughed at Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade, tugging a soft, blue, knitted comforter up a bit. He lay with his head pillowed on Bobbie’s shoulder, his arm across his lover’s chest. Meanwhile, the brown-haired lad, Bobbie held Devon close and rested his cheek against his lover’s soft hair. A salad bowl with a few kernels of popcorn in the bottom sat where they pushed aside the coffee table while drink cans filled a litter basket nearby.
The day had been rough. Devon roused from a week-long brush with death, where he could not get enough to eat and grew continuously weaker. Just when it seemed he might die he recovered. He jumped back into his life with gusto, leading his lover, Bobbie to grow concerned that Devon pushed too hard, too soon after his experience. This led to their first argument. Devon spent the day feeling guilty and miserable. Thankfully, Liv was there to talk sense into him. He and Bobbie talked and now they rested after a long, trying day. Harrison Ford and Sean Connery sat tied to a chair in a Nazi castle as a fire quickly consumed the drapes.
“Dad!” Indiana Jones shouted over one shoulder as the room caught fire around them.
“What?” Doctor Henry shouted back.
“Dad!” Indiana shouted over the other shoulder.
“What?” Henry grew flustered.
“DAD!” Indiana shouted in frustration.
“WHAT?” Henry shouted back in kind.
“Dad, head for the fireplace!”
Devon laughed, drawing the comforter up over his shoulder. “I decided I could get into older men with this movie.”
“Harrison Ford is hot,” Bobbie smiled.
“Yeah, but I meant Sean Connery.” Devon reflected the smile. “I find it ironic that we’re watching Indiana Jones at the Jones house.”
“There are a lot of Joneses.”
“They get around.” Devon’s smile grew sneaky and he slipped his hand under Bobbie’s shirt, enjoying the touch of warm skin.
“Somebody else is getting around,” Bobbie lowered his voice with a throaty chuckle.
Devon reached to kiss Bobbie, “Who, me?”
“That better be your hand,” Green eyes sparkled impishly.
“Do you mind if we talk a little more serious stuff before bed? I’m confused about a few things.” Devon ventured.
“Sure, want to sit on the couch?”
“No, this is fine. I want to stay like this forever.” Devon squeezed Bobbie tight before looking up into his eyes. “I assumed I knew what you meant when you said that you wanted us to think more like a couple. Obviously, I was wrong. That leads me to ask, what did you mean by that?”
Bobbie drew up a knee and braced his foot, thinking. “I think about my parents. They told me that they dated for a while and when they realized things were getting serious between them, they sat down and decided what they wanted from their relationship.” He glanced back at Devon. “They put their cards on the table. They decided what was set in stone and what was open for compromise. They were really mature and honest from the beginning and they’re still crazy in love. I want what they have.”
“So, you only wanted me to think about what cards I wanted to put on the table?” Devon ventured questioningly.
“Yeah,” Bobbie nodded. “I should have been clearer, sorry.”
“I should have asked when I didn’t understand,” Devon shook his head. “It isn’t your fault. One thing is clear; we need to work on communication. Consider that my first card on the table and it is set in stone.”
“Agreed,” Bobbie nodded. “It won’t always be clear when we aren’t communicating but I promise to listen better and attempt to speak my mind more clearly.”
“I like that, and I make the same promise to you.” Devon returned his head to rest against Bobbie’s shoulder. “I thought you meant setting up a house. You know, ’picking out drapes’ and stuff.”
“I figured, and it is important that we do that, but that comes later. We need to decide what we want, first.”
“I’m not sure what you mean by ’what we want’.” Devon sat up to face Bobbie. “I want you. I want to be happy. I want to make you happy.”
“How do you want me?” Bobbie arched a quizzical brow. “What makes you happy? Do you know what makes me happy?”
“Wow, um, yeah; I’m still bad with jumping ahead.” Deo cleared his throat.
“You have the questions; you just think they’re answers,” Bobbie observed. “Let me try to understand where you’re coming from. You want me. It’s that simple. You want me, all of me, any way you can have me.”
Devon dropped his gaze with red-faced bashfulness. “That sounds hot.”
Bobbie chuckled, “Yeah, it kind of does, but what does that mean, exactly? Do you want to be stuck up my ass all day? Wait, let me put that another way,” he laughed, seeing Devon’s suggestive smirk. “Do you want to follow me around all day, every day?”
“Right now, while I’m sick, yeah.” Devon gave it some thought. “I can see where it would get old fast, though. Don’t hate me, but I liked what we had in the dorm. I did my thing during the day and you came in after work ready to hang out, cuddle, and sleep. It’s fun trading dirty jokes on chat all day, asking how you’re doing, stuff like that.”
“I like that, too,” Bobbie smiled. “It’s just enough. It makes me happy and I see it makes you happy with the way your eyes light up and how you smile.”
“I want more, though,” Devon lowered his gaze. “It might be more important to me than to you, I don’t know but I really want to have sex with you. I want that to be a part of my life with you.”
“Why,” Bobbie leaned closer, brushing an errant lock of hair from Devon’s eyes.
“It’s … I crave it. I can’t explain it. It isn’t just the sex, I don’t think, but it’s you. I want that experience with you. I want to feel it. I want to do things to you that drive you crazy. Just the thought of it makes me happy.”
“You realize we can have that without sex, right?” Bobbie smirked. “We already shower together and sleep naked together when we can. It isn’t that sex is less important to me. God knows, I’m as horny as the next guy but I know what itch sex scratches. A lot of what you’re talking about is intimacy.”
“That may be true, but I want to find out. I want to feel it, to know the difference and decide for myself.”
“That, I can get behind,” Bobbie grinned. “A clear idea of what you want, how, and why it makes you happy. See how it works?”
“Yeah, though, I have a feeling you’re still going to have to lead me through it until I get the hang of it. How did you get to be so smart about relationship stuff?” He propped on a pillow and favored Bobbie with a look of curiosity.
“You want the truth,” Bobbie smiled at Devon’s eager nod. “My parents are ex-military. No topic of conversation was taboo and they were--they still are--strategic minded. We talked about everything around the dinner table. Mama and Papa talked about what they did when they were younger and why. They kind of coached me and Matt and we never knew it until it came time for us to start dating. Then we just knew what to do and what to expect.”
“Wait, you’re saying your parents planned out how to raise you?” At Bobbie’s smile, Devon continued, frankly amazed and incredulous. “They did this, together, and it worked?”
“For the most part, yeah,” Bobbie cast his gaze down for a second in thought before he picked up, “They couldn’t have planned for everything. I surprised them when I came out, so the conversation about unwanted pregnancy and condom use turned into a talk about safe sex, how to handle when a boy I liked was in the closet, how to handle bigotry--and then condom use. We threw other curve balls now and again. Matt asked about anonymous sex and different kinds of relationships. I thought I was religious for a while and asked about gay people and God. Dinner time was never boring.” He laughed.
“Damn,” Devon shook his head with astonishment. “Your parents sound amazing! This is what you want for us?”
Bobbie paused to think about it and finally nodded, “Yeah, I think so. I don’t want to pin down every detail, just the broad strokes for now. I want to finish school, you do too, I want the left side of the bed and you do too. How do we decide who gets the left side–yeah, it’ll be fun.” He beamed.
They kissed and turned their attention back to the movie. Things finally felt right in the world and before long, the long day caught up with them. The boys fell asleep.