Fire in the Firehouse 11

A few moments passed. Mitch knew it was more a safety thing. Making sure the two friends hadn't forgotten anything and would come back inside. Once satisfied the imposing man made his way back to the room. Mitch's heart raced. Many thoughts raced through his mind. It was then it dawned on him how horny he was having not had any sexual release in some time. He knew he must remain in control of his body. It also crossed his mind that if Cole entered the room; via his empathy, Mitch would more than likely feel doubly horny. This might work against his resolve and his convictions. Mitch swore he needed to stay strong. His love for Colby meant too much.

In the new and stunning Chevy truck were Colby and Drake. The latter, although he had spent many hours with Cole in the air and had some jet lag still insisted he drive. The strong and compassionate friend had been through much less the last few days compared to his good friend. He saw it in his friend's face how exhausted he was. Colby offered little resistance to the offer to drive. 

The night was rather warm, the cooling trend was due to fully hit the next day and would continue on. There was a much cooler feel to the air, a small high Sierras pinch of coolness. But not enough to warrant keeping the windows up. As Drake drove, Colby found himself staring hard at his friend. Many thoughts and emotions filled his soul. Thoughts of days gone by, what might have been-in many senses of the word. As he stared on, he watched as the wind danced through his best friend's hair. It seemed the wind was kissing his friend's face, a smile washed over his breath taking face. The mood in the truck was serene. Silently the two men felt years of loss of not seeing one another seemingly fading away. Colby broke the silence first. "God, I've missed you bud. We were so close as boys at one time. We did everything together. What happened to us? We swore so hard we'd never wind up like we did." Drake kept his eyes on the road, stealing glances at his buddy every now and then. A now-crooked smile played on his friend's granite-like face. 

Then there was a slightly emotion filled silence. not emotions like the need to cry, just pure, raw feelings between two very good friends. Nothing needed to be said. They both felt a twinge go through them. The feeling you get when things seem to be right in the world again. Drake reached over to Colby, firmly, manly, yet comfortingly and stroked his arm, ending up with their hands slightly clenched. Neither spoke. If questioned, they might both admit there were feelings of curiosity. But neither could stand the thought of doing that to the men they loved. 

Drake swallowed hard and found his words through a strained voice. "I don't think we should." His words filled the air with intensity and drama. Both men did have increased heart rates. The options were there, no witnesses, no one around but them, though neither man could push a life long friendship to another level. The risks outweighed the benefits. Colby sat there, many feelings coursing through his veins.

He had to speak. "I know bro. I don't think either of us want to run the risk of doing something. I think we grabbed hands mostly 'cause of the fact it felt right. Years of separation are just washed away. I mean yeah, sure, who wouldn't wonder, but honestly, you're like my brother and my life is way too fucked up-more than ever. You're about the only thing from my past that's still normal." Drake could say nothing. He felt the same way, in all respects. He'd wondered what it might be like to kiss his best friend. But he knew there were times you left things like that bottled up. 

They continued driving a bit more. Neither spoke, the only thing they felt comfortable doing, they interlocked pinkie fingers. That was comforting, yet safe. Colby watched Drake's face as they passed under street lights, he saw visible moisture at the corner of his friend's right eye. He threw his ring finer over his friend's, not speaking his friend responded. No words needed to be said. The small gesture said plenty. They both felt so good being back home with one another. Colby wanted to speak, but his words became lost as a few tears escaped his beautiful and stunning eyes. 

Was there love in the air? Possible. But what they'd done without speaking, they reunited two hearts that were so close as children. It was the most manliest, most masculine way the two men that had never been physically intimate, sans a hug here or there over the years, could muster. Years apart melted away like Sierra snow in the blistering heat. 

Drake pulled up to a red light, it was somewhat desolate, they were almost to the pizza place, it was up ahead in the more developed and populated area. Colby took advantage, sprung up unbuckling his seat belt, threw his arms over his friend's muscular shoulders, leaned in and gave his friend a deep, meaningful kiss on the cheek. "I've never said this to you bro, but I do love you." The mood switched like that. Any and all sexual feelings had diminished. This is how things were meant to be between them.

Once the light haired hunk had broken his embrace, Drake instinctively reciprocated and said and did the same thing. The actions alone put to rest their small feelings. They both knew it would almost be an act of incest to act on their feelings. 

Soon the light went green and they headed on. As they drove, Drake sensed something odd. He mentioned it to his friend, "I can almost swear that car behind us is following us." Colby swallowed fast, he struggled as his throat dried up hearing what might be happening. Drake spoke again. "I'm willing to bet that psycho-bitch Marie is behind this." It was obvious, that obvious she was behind this. The guys she'd hired were still as sloppy in their work.

Colby yelled to Drake, "Bud, speed up and lemme take the wheel. I know the area better. If she's behind this, this bastard's not gunna stop until we're hurt, or dead." Drake responded quickly. When there was enough distance between the two vehicles he pulled over long enough to make the switch. Drake slammed the truck into park, leaving it running. He slid over the seat into the back-seat area so Colby could slide over easily and as he did, Drake hopped back over the seat getting himself buckled in.

Sure enough the car behind them sped up in response. Drake kept looking back, his heart racing. Though he was somewhat scared for his life and his best friend's, there was no place he'd rather be at the moment. "Well, here's to making new memories." He was trying to make light of the situation. Colby grinned and chuckled. He was kind of relieved to know Marie would be trying something so soon. Better to get an idea now than too much time gone by. This way he, they were prepared for it.

Colby stirred and turned wickedly. He was maintaining great control of the vehicle. He was always a step ahead of their pursuer. The handsome man knew the region rather well. He made a turn up by the lake-Lake Tahoe itself. He killed his headlights for a few, allowing his eyes to follow the road via the full moon. The white light brightened the area, allowing Colby to turn down a dirt road. He held off using the brakes as much as possible so as to not be seen. As he turned down the dirt road, he backed up, turned around and waited. Colby had an idea. He wasn't saying much and that was doing little to ease Drake's nerves. 

Back at the apartment Cole was back to his little game. Mitch was ready-so he hoped. He'd been trying to get hold of his power that tuned him into other people's thoughts and emotions; the power of Empathy. He laid still, and adjusted his breathing to seem asleep. The bait was set.

Enter Cole. He scooted swiftly, yet efficiently and quietly across the floor. All the while he hoped there were no loose floorboards to give him away. He was steadfast and made it to the bed in a few seconds. He stood there pondering his moves. He stared hard at Mitch as beads of sweat formed on various parts of his body. He devoured the other's body in his mind. He longed to have Mitch. He sat down ever so gently on the bed, his heart was throbbing in his chest cavity, his body felt warmer. His lips swelled, his breathing increased. He was fighting off the feelings of desire and nervousness all at once. Mitch had the sheet resting conveniently at his knees as his cock sprang free and laid heavily on the cool cotton of the boxers on his thigh. Mitch looked like a male model lying there. Cole's dick was growing and straining underneath his running shorts he'd slipped on with each breath he took. The man felt it wise to have them on in case Mitch came to as he could fake that he was just checking on him. He had yet to make a move on Mitch. The energy and the rush that was coming over him was taking possession of his body.

Cole reached in and lightly touched Mitch's cock. The flaccid penis pulsated in response a bit under the soft touch. It was starting to react to the attention. He continued making the movements on the now-hardening shaft. Mitch tried so hard to fight back the sexual urges, but the other man's touches were too much to bare. Mitch knew if he were to save his relationship with his man he must act now. He was that close walking down a path of destruction. Even for a split second the thought crossed his mind that he could lie and say he was taken advantage of under the circumstances. This might be his only chance to get action before committing to Colby via the handfasting ceremony. 

The dark haired stud and lover of Colby snapped out of those thoughts, but he still needed to figure out what Cole was up to. Cole was relentless now on his assault of the man's cock. By this point it had swollen to full capacity. Mitch wondered if there were a way to use his empath powers in reverse, but he'd yet to gain proper control of them. He cracked his eyes albeit just beyond detection. He saw the somewhat unfamiliar man open his mouth, head was about to come down and service his needs, or lick around his toned muscles.

Back in the forest Colby was about to put his plan of action in motion. As the car bore closer he waited what he hoped was long enough. It was now or never. He threw the truck back into gear and shot out of his hiding place. Drake spoke, "I sure the fuck hope you know what you're doing bro." Colby smiled, not taking his eyes off the road. Drake could see a new fire in the eyes of his life long friend. "Well, I see there's a new side to ya bro. I never shoulda doubted ya."

That said he floored the throttle and as the pursuing car came upon them, he clicked the headlights on and had the high beams on. The driver was instantly blinded. He tried to stop the car in time, but he lost control and hit a tree. Fortunately he'd been able to reduce the speed enough and wasn't seriously injured. Colby wanted to speed off, but Drake had other thoughts. He insisted his pseudo brother put the truck in park

He was undoing his seat belt and was almost out of the truck and was telling his friend his plan as he exited the vehicle. "I think that this fuck-head needs to be taught a little lesson." He ran over to the car, saw the guys was out cold, reached in, grabbed the man's cell phone, looked through, saw Marie's number. He clicked the automatic dial feature. The phone rang a few short rings. 

Soon a female voice answered nasty, short, and gruff. Marie had recognized the number. "Disturbing me at this hour you better have results for me." There was a pause and some brief silence. Marie got angered. "Fuckin answer me, you half-witted-asshole." Drake was enjoying taunting Marie a bit. By this time Colby had to see what his buddy was going to do. 

Drake could hold out no more. "Hello, Mom," he answered. The way he said it was full of sarcasm and wit. There was a pause, as if the woman was trying to collect her thoughts of whom it might be.

"Who the fuckin' hell is this? What the fuck is going on? How the fuck did you get this number?" She tried brushing it aside, acting as though she had no clue who could have her number. She had her suspicions. She waited to see who it was on the other end, as another set of lights bore down on the two men.

Meanwhile Mitch was finding himself closer and closer to giving in to Cole. He had to fight back his urges. It felt remarkably odd having another man's hand wrapped around his hard, meaty shaft. His power of empathy was struggling to come to the surface. He wished he had better control and could use his powers on the man and convince him this was wrong.

There was so much emotion going through him at the moment. He thought long and hard about what he could do to get out of this situation. He couldn't help but recognize how different this other man's hand felt. The touch was different, they way he held his rod. He tried to think of unpleasant thoughts to control his urges. Nothing. Nothing would work or help. Should he fake like he'd been forced awake and confront the man and what was happening? His primal urges raged and ripped through his body and added to the confusion. There had to be a way out of this predicament. Right?