Bruises Fade... Or Do They?
chapter 3-5:
The boys packed up their stuff and walked out the door. Zacky’s ribs had only been bruised but it still hurt him to breathe and walking proved to be a tad difficult. Right as they walked out the door the pain in Zacky’s side became too much for him to bear and he collapsed. It took Matt less than a millisecond to be by Zacky’s side pulling his head into his lap and stroking his hair. Zacky’s eyelids slowly fluttered signaling his return to consciousness. When Zacky’s beautiful green eyes finally opened he looked up to see Matt’s concerned face hovering over his. “That’s twice you’ve saved my ass.”
Laughing Matt stood up and extended his hand down to Zacky. He took the helping hand and pulled himself to his feet. Zacky was quite shocked, however, when Matt didn’t let go of his hand. Not only that, but he looped his right arm around Zacky’s waist ushering him towards the senior parking lot. Zacky gave up trying to be tough and leaned into Matt allowing him to half carry him to Matt’s car.
They finally reached Matt’s ’59 cherry red El Dorado full restored and amazingly beautiful. Zacky’s knees became literally weak as he saw the amazing car that he would be riding in with the gorgeous senior. Matt took Zacky’s sudden slump as a sign he was in more pain ands swooped him up into his arms, earning a squeak from Zacky. Matt had more than enough strength to hold Zacky and open the door to the beautiful convertible. After Matt gently set Zacky into the seat and buckled him in he walked around the car. Deciding to show off a bit he tried to jump over the door and land in the seat but miscalculated and ended up straddling the gear shift in a not so pleasant manner (think Austin Powers). As Matt gingerly stood to move to his seat he couldn’t help but notice the laughter Zacky was failing to keep hushed. “Yeah Yeah. Laugh all you want…” Matt shifted so he could see Zacky better. “Not to sound like a typical guy but I’m starved… wanna go grab something to eat?”
“Umm…” Zacky was so embarrassed. His father wouldn’t give him the time of day, unless he wanted to get off, let alone money for food that he needed. Zacky literally had to sneak what little food he could when he could, which to say wasn’t that often. “I don’t have any money.”
Matt gave a hearty laugh which kind of shocked Zacky “Kid, I wouldn’t have offered if I didn’t want to pay for you. Believe me when I say I wouldn’t have let you pay if you had the money.” Zacky was actually kind of angered at his statement but the painful growling from his concaved stomach was enough to make up his mind for him. He was going to take Matt up on his offer. Not trusting his own voice he gave a slight nod. Matt grinned like a Cheshire cat as he pulled out of the parking lot and drove towards his favorite diner. The silence in the car was awkward or unwelcome. They just basked in the warmth of the Californian sun while humming along to “Patience” (in my opinion the best G n’ R song period). Zacky took Matt by udder surprise when he all of a sudden threw himself face first into Matt’s lap.
‘Don’t get hard. Don’t get hard. Don’t get hard’ Matt tensed up trying his hardest not to think of the gorgeous face that was now pressed into his crotch. “Zack…” *cough* “Zacky. What’s going on?” Zacky mumbled a reply but it fell on deaf ears because Matt’s attention was on the boy who was now curling into him even more. Zacky pushed down on Matt’s right leg hoping he’d get the hint and drive faster. Matt got the hint and sped up. They arrived at the diner not 3 minutes later, thankfully for Matt. Any longer and he wouldn’t have been able to keep the tiger in his pants. Once they were seated Matt had to get answers from Zacky. Trying to be as subtle as he could, but failing miserably he asked the vital question. “Why did you duck and cover back there man? What were you hiding from?”
Zacky’s face fell and tears started to spring into the corners of his eyes, but he forced them down determined not to be a pussy. “It’s not what. It’s who I’m trying to hide from.” Zacky’s eyes fell to the table as he let the tears start to fall. Two strong fingers found their way under his chin yet again to softly yet forcibly lift his head. Matt did the only thing he knew how to do to show Zacky that he understood and was there for him. He…
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Matt did the only thing he knew how to do to show Zacky that he understood and he was there for him. He lifted his chin with his fingers and placed a sweet kiss against his chapped lips. Zacky sat up and stiffened (not that pervs…lol). He didn’t want the kiss to stop but he also was scared to continue. Matt took the lack of movement as a bad thing and pulled away. “I’m sorry…. I don’t want to say that I didn’t mean to, because I did. I’m sorry that you don’t feel the same even though we did just meet and I didn’t want to force myself on you and and and…” Matt couldn’t help but ramble.
Zacky finally got over his shock he grabbed Matt around the neck and pulled him into a hungry kiss. They passionately explored each other’s mouths until they were broken apart by someone grabbing Matt’s shoulders and pulling him backwards out of the booth. He looked up to see the leathery face of an older man. Having no clue what was going on Matt could only stand up and look on as the man literally drug Zacky towards the door. Zacky’s face could be seen over the man’s shoulder. He was staring deeply towards Matt. He managed to mouth the words “Help Me.” Matt had no clue what was going on but he knew he had to save his Zacky.
Matt burst out into a sprint, ignoring the flabbergasted looks he got from the elderly that were in the diner. He caught the man standing over Zacky’s quivering form that was squished against a rusted old granny car. The man raised his hand up and as he swung down towards Zacky’s face a hand shot out and grabbed him by the wrist. The hand twisted the arm around the man’s back and held it there tightly. “Zacky.” Matt’s beautiful raspy voice rang out edged with concern. Once Zacky’s fearful eyes met Matt’s beautiful hazel ones Matt continued. “Go to the car. Now.” Zacky didn’t have to be told twice. He full out ran to Matt’s amazing car and dove into the passenger seat huddling against the now locked door waiting for his savior to take him away.
“You’re going to pay you fucking faggot. Let me go and ill show you how to fight.” The man struggled against Matt trying to break free or just kick Matt, but failing miserably. Matt had the man pinned to the piece of shit car with one hand while the other reached into his pocket and pulled out his cell phone and dialed speed dial 3. After he hung up the mood in the air turned somber and everything got eerily quiet. That was broken quickly though as a sheriff car pulled in. The sheriff got out of the car and cuffed the man.
“Thanks Uncle Edgar. I’ll be down later tonight to give my statement after I get the whole story from Zack. “Matt shook his uncle’s hand but was pulled into a hug.
“No problem at all Matt. It’s so good to hear from you even under these circumstances. You’re looking more like your father every day.” A sad gaze fell upon Matt’s gorgeous face. His uncle pulled away and clasped him on the shoulder before heading towards his patrol vehicle. He honked the horn once as he pulled away with the man in the backseat. Matt lifted his hand and wiped the tears that had managed to slip out of his eyes before walking to his car and letting himself into the driver’s seat.
“Zacky, who was that?” he turned to look at Zacky to get an answer but was greeted by the soft sleeping features of the boy beside him. He let the worry melt from his face as the adoration replaced it. He gently reached over and pushed Zacky’s hair out of his eyes and let his fingers gently graze his temples and down his strong jaw. Seeing the exhaustion in his features Matt decided to let Zacky sleep as long as possible, but since sleeping upright in a car so he pulled out of the diner’s parking lot and head towards his house.
He reached the driveway and pulled in. After cutting the engine he as quietly as he could got out and walked to Zacky’s door. He opened it and scooped the still sleeping boy into his arms and carried him into the house. Matt took Zacky into his room and laid him down onto the bed. He leaned down and took off his ratty barely held together converse off his feet then covered the boy’s sleeping form with the soft comforter. Matt stood up to leave but not before leaning down and pressing a soft kiss to his forehead. As Matt headed towards the door he heard Zacky start mumbling and shaking saying things like “please don’t. it hurts too much. I can’t do it. Dad please stop.”
Zacky bolted upright and screamed bloody murder before falling backwards and thrashing around, obviously in the throws of a very dark and vivid nightmare. For a second Matt was stunned when Zacky pleaded for his father to stop doing whatever was horrible enough to make Zacky let out a scream like that. After the initial shock wore off he was right at Zacky’s side soothing him. Still trying to keep him asleep because he knew Zacky needed it, Matt leaned down right next to Zacky’s ear “Zacky he’s not here, he can’t hurt you now. I’m right here with you and I’m not going to let anything get near you to hurt you again.”
Zacky gave a little whimper and relaxed against the sheets and fell into a deep dreamless slumber. Needing to clear his head Matt stood up again to walk away but was stopped when Zacky’s weak voice rang out “Matty. I need you please don’t leave me. I can’t be alone I need you.” Matt’s heart was breaking for the poor heartbroken boy. He kicked off his shoes and laid next to Zacky. He brought the covers over them, creating a warm cocoon around them. Matt snuggled as close to Zacky as he could trying to get just to let Zacky’s subconscious know he was there. “I love you Zacky. And I swear on my parents grave’s that I will protect you.” As Matt let sleep overtake him he could’ve sworn he heard “I love you too, Matty” come from the sleeping boy. He decided to let it go until morning.
The boys packed up their stuff and walked out the door. Zacky’s ribs had only been bruised but it still hurt him to breathe and walking proved to be a tad difficult. Right as they walked out the door the pain in Zacky’s side became too much for him to bear and he collapsed. It took Matt less than a millisecond to be by Zacky’s side pulling his head into his lap and stroking his hair. Zacky’s eyelids slowly fluttered signaling his return to consciousness. When Zacky’s beautiful green eyes finally opened he looked up to see Matt’s concerned face hovering over his. “That’s twice you’ve saved my ass.”
Laughing Matt stood up and extended his hand down to Zacky. He took the helping hand and pulled himself to his feet. Zacky was quite shocked, however, when Matt didn’t let go of his hand. Not only that, but he looped his right arm around Zacky’s waist ushering him towards the senior parking lot. Zacky gave up trying to be tough and leaned into Matt allowing him to half carry him to Matt’s car.
They finally reached Matt’s ’59 cherry red El Dorado full restored and amazingly beautiful. Zacky’s knees became literally weak as he saw the amazing car that he would be riding in with the gorgeous senior. Matt took Zacky’s sudden slump as a sign he was in more pain ands swooped him up into his arms, earning a squeak from Zacky. Matt had more than enough strength to hold Zacky and open the door to the beautiful convertible. After Matt gently set Zacky into the seat and buckled him in he walked around the car. Deciding to show off a bit he tried to jump over the door and land in the seat but miscalculated and ended up straddling the gear shift in a not so pleasant manner (think Austin Powers). As Matt gingerly stood to move to his seat he couldn’t help but notice the laughter Zacky was failing to keep hushed. “Yeah Yeah. Laugh all you want…” Matt shifted so he could see Zacky better. “Not to sound like a typical guy but I’m starved… wanna go grab something to eat?”
“Umm…” Zacky was so embarrassed. His father wouldn’t give him the time of day, unless he wanted to get off, let alone money for food that he needed. Zacky literally had to sneak what little food he could when he could, which to say wasn’t that often. “I don’t have any money.”
Matt gave a hearty laugh which kind of shocked Zacky “Kid, I wouldn’t have offered if I didn’t want to pay for you. Believe me when I say I wouldn’t have let you pay if you had the money.” Zacky was actually kind of angered at his statement but the painful growling from his concaved stomach was enough to make up his mind for him. He was going to take Matt up on his offer. Not trusting his own voice he gave a slight nod. Matt grinned like a Cheshire cat as he pulled out of the parking lot and drove towards his favorite diner. The silence in the car was awkward or unwelcome. They just basked in the warmth of the Californian sun while humming along to “Patience” (in my opinion the best G n’ R song period). Zacky took Matt by udder surprise when he all of a sudden threw himself face first into Matt’s lap.
‘Don’t get hard. Don’t get hard. Don’t get hard’ Matt tensed up trying his hardest not to think of the gorgeous face that was now pressed into his crotch. “Zack…” *cough* “Zacky. What’s going on?” Zacky mumbled a reply but it fell on deaf ears because Matt’s attention was on the boy who was now curling into him even more. Zacky pushed down on Matt’s right leg hoping he’d get the hint and drive faster. Matt got the hint and sped up. They arrived at the diner not 3 minutes later, thankfully for Matt. Any longer and he wouldn’t have been able to keep the tiger in his pants. Once they were seated Matt had to get answers from Zacky. Trying to be as subtle as he could, but failing miserably he asked the vital question. “Why did you duck and cover back there man? What were you hiding from?”
Zacky’s face fell and tears started to spring into the corners of his eyes, but he forced them down determined not to be a pussy. “It’s not what. It’s who I’m trying to hide from.” Zacky’s eyes fell to the table as he let the tears start to fall. Two strong fingers found their way under his chin yet again to softly yet forcibly lift his head. Matt did the only thing he knew how to do to show Zacky that he understood and was there for him. He…
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Matt did the only thing he knew how to do to show Zacky that he understood and he was there for him. He lifted his chin with his fingers and placed a sweet kiss against his chapped lips. Zacky sat up and stiffened (not that pervs…lol). He didn’t want the kiss to stop but he also was scared to continue. Matt took the lack of movement as a bad thing and pulled away. “I’m sorry…. I don’t want to say that I didn’t mean to, because I did. I’m sorry that you don’t feel the same even though we did just meet and I didn’t want to force myself on you and and and…” Matt couldn’t help but ramble.
Zacky finally got over his shock he grabbed Matt around the neck and pulled him into a hungry kiss. They passionately explored each other’s mouths until they were broken apart by someone grabbing Matt’s shoulders and pulling him backwards out of the booth. He looked up to see the leathery face of an older man. Having no clue what was going on Matt could only stand up and look on as the man literally drug Zacky towards the door. Zacky’s face could be seen over the man’s shoulder. He was staring deeply towards Matt. He managed to mouth the words “Help Me.” Matt had no clue what was going on but he knew he had to save his Zacky.
Matt burst out into a sprint, ignoring the flabbergasted looks he got from the elderly that were in the diner. He caught the man standing over Zacky’s quivering form that was squished against a rusted old granny car. The man raised his hand up and as he swung down towards Zacky’s face a hand shot out and grabbed him by the wrist. The hand twisted the arm around the man’s back and held it there tightly. “Zacky.” Matt’s beautiful raspy voice rang out edged with concern. Once Zacky’s fearful eyes met Matt’s beautiful hazel ones Matt continued. “Go to the car. Now.” Zacky didn’t have to be told twice. He full out ran to Matt’s amazing car and dove into the passenger seat huddling against the now locked door waiting for his savior to take him away.
“You’re going to pay you fucking faggot. Let me go and ill show you how to fight.” The man struggled against Matt trying to break free or just kick Matt, but failing miserably. Matt had the man pinned to the piece of shit car with one hand while the other reached into his pocket and pulled out his cell phone and dialed speed dial 3. After he hung up the mood in the air turned somber and everything got eerily quiet. That was broken quickly though as a sheriff car pulled in. The sheriff got out of the car and cuffed the man.
“Thanks Uncle Edgar. I’ll be down later tonight to give my statement after I get the whole story from Zack. “Matt shook his uncle’s hand but was pulled into a hug.
“No problem at all Matt. It’s so good to hear from you even under these circumstances. You’re looking more like your father every day.” A sad gaze fell upon Matt’s gorgeous face. His uncle pulled away and clasped him on the shoulder before heading towards his patrol vehicle. He honked the horn once as he pulled away with the man in the backseat. Matt lifted his hand and wiped the tears that had managed to slip out of his eyes before walking to his car and letting himself into the driver’s seat.
“Zacky, who was that?” he turned to look at Zacky to get an answer but was greeted by the soft sleeping features of the boy beside him. He let the worry melt from his face as the adoration replaced it. He gently reached over and pushed Zacky’s hair out of his eyes and let his fingers gently graze his temples and down his strong jaw. Seeing the exhaustion in his features Matt decided to let Zacky sleep as long as possible, but since sleeping upright in a car so he pulled out of the diner’s parking lot and head towards his house.
He reached the driveway and pulled in. After cutting the engine he as quietly as he could got out and walked to Zacky’s door. He opened it and scooped the still sleeping boy into his arms and carried him into the house. Matt took Zacky into his room and laid him down onto the bed. He leaned down and took off his ratty barely held together converse off his feet then covered the boy’s sleeping form with the soft comforter. Matt stood up to leave but not before leaning down and pressing a soft kiss to his forehead. As Matt headed towards the door he heard Zacky start mumbling and shaking saying things like “please don’t. it hurts too much. I can’t do it. Dad please stop.”
Zacky bolted upright and screamed bloody murder before falling backwards and thrashing around, obviously in the throws of a very dark and vivid nightmare. For a second Matt was stunned when Zacky pleaded for his father to stop doing whatever was horrible enough to make Zacky let out a scream like that. After the initial shock wore off he was right at Zacky’s side soothing him. Still trying to keep him asleep because he knew Zacky needed it, Matt leaned down right next to Zacky’s ear “Zacky he’s not here, he can’t hurt you now. I’m right here with you and I’m not going to let anything get near you to hurt you again.”
Zacky gave a little whimper and relaxed against the sheets and fell into a deep dreamless slumber. Needing to clear his head Matt stood up again to walk away but was stopped when Zacky’s weak voice rang out “Matty. I need you please don’t leave me. I can’t be alone I need you.” Matt’s heart was breaking for the poor heartbroken boy. He kicked off his shoes and laid next to Zacky. He brought the covers over them, creating a warm cocoon around them. Matt snuggled as close to Zacky as he could trying to get just to let Zacky’s subconscious know he was there. “I love you Zacky. And I swear on my parents grave’s that I will protect you.” As Matt let sleep overtake him he could’ve sworn he heard “I love you too, Matty” come from the sleeping boy. He decided to let it go until morning.