Regression
Chapter Five (final)
Richard opened a blurry eye. Morning sunshine dappled the bedroom carpet. His
head felt like it was going to split open, and he decided that last bottle of
champagne had been one to many. Stirring, he pushed against the covers, but
discovered a large presence in bed with him. Cautiously he turned his head to
see Jim lying next to him.
Jim lay fully clothed but Richard found he was naked, his leg draped across
Jim's
body. "I must have been more drunk than I thought." Cuddling up close to Jim,
he bent forward and kissed his lips.
Jim arms encircled a nice warm body. He twisted and turned until the body was
soon beneath him. The older man felt soft lips touch his own and he deepened
the kiss...feelings the lips part he delved into the warm moist cavity. It
was enough to drive Jim over the edge. His hands roamed over the firm body
taking in the muscles and firm buttocks. Pulling the body forward he began
moving back and forth
against it while desperately trying to shed his clothes. A smaller hand was
helping him urgently remove the rest of his clothes, which were being flung
carelessly around the bed. The feel of naked flesh drove Jim until he pulled
the white legs apart, grabbing a lovely set of buttocks pulling them high in
the air. The body moved willingly as he pushed it firmly with his now weeping
erection. A noise intruded on Jim's sense but he blocked it out, driving
forcefully into the body. A rush of pleasure enveloped him and he spilled his
seed deep inside the person he lay upon. He had yet to open his eyes.
Richard gasped as Jim's penis had entered him. There he was, once again, on
longer a virgin. It was different and definitely more painful than sex with a
female. Grinding his teeth, he rode out the tornado that had taken over his
body. He soon began to feel another sensation. The pain had faded and a
wonderful fullness warmed him from the toes up. His own manhood began to fill
and lengthen in response to the
stimulation within him from the larger man's penis. Jim was stroking
something, a point, within his body that gave Richard immense pleasure.
Finally, all too soon in Richard's opinion, Jim erupted with a groan and
collapsed on his charge. Tugging him closer he whispered in the ear of the
tutor, now lover,
"Jim, are you all right?"
Jim slowly opened his eyes staring into the blue eyes of his student. "My
God".
"Well, my friend's call me Richard," was the amused answer. Half-falling off
the bed Jim jumped to his feet flailing his arms.
"Richard, I...I...shit!" Jim collapsed against the door of the room, sliding
down until he nearly sat on the floor.
Propping himself up on his elbows, Richard looked over at his new lover from
the comfort of the bed. "This is interesting," he said with a smile. " I
always wondered what would break your calm demeanor. I mean James, are you
having a fit or what?" Chuckling he eased himself carefully from the bed.
There was some discomfort from his first experience with anal sex. "Does it
usually hurt this much?"
Jim winced at the thought of what Richard must be going through.
Jumping to his feet he grasped Richard by the arm and helped him back to bed.
"I'm sorry. I didn't prepare you or anything. Here, lay down and let me
look." Jim kept pushing Richard back on the bed.
"Good Gad, you're not going to examine me!" Richard blushed scarlet. "I just
need a hot bath to get the soreness out. You're worse than a mother hen."
Tossing his head of full of curls, he tried to get away from the roving hands
but finally gave up and relaxed as Jim was in doctor mode and there was no
gainsaying him. Flipped over on his stomach he felt a gentle finger enter his
body. "Hmm, that's a little tender there," Richard murmured.
"I know. You look okay, a little swollen but there is no bleeding."
"May I get up now?" Richard raised his eyebrow suggestively. "Unless you'd
rather rejoin me" He wiggled into the comfort of the bedclothes, seeking the
warmth they held from two bodies."
"No!" Jim proclaimed. " I...I raped you! I'm writing your father immediately
for a new tutor. I'll have to stay here in Paris with you, until he arrives."
At Richard's quirky he smile he added, " But there will be NO sex." Jim
looked down, finally noticing he was standing there naked, he grabbed a sheet
and wrapped himself in it. A deep red blush settled into his cheeks.
The significance of Jim's words sank in with the young man. "Whoa! I don't
think so, man. What you're going to do is get over it." He found a hard edge
to his voice that Richard didn't know he had. "This was NOT rape. Didn't you
feel willing hands helping you undress? Think back Jim, you've got that great
memory that can remember historical facts and sonnets verbatim." Richard
waited silently has the memory replayed in Jim's mind.
"Yes, but you're a... you were a virgin. You don't understand the
repercussions of... of what I've done to you." Jim ground out the words.
"Jim, look at me, I'm no baby. I'm not even a virgin in any sense of the
word. Stop thinking with your mind but think with your heart. In your heart
you know you love me and you want me. Admit it." Richard walked slowly over
to Jim pulling him into his arms. "I love you, James Ellison, tutor
extraorindare," he said with a little smile in his voice. Placing sturdy
hands on either side of Jim's face he moved the larger man until he could
plant a sweet kiss on his lips. "Do you love me?" A little uncertainty crept
into Richards' voice. "Even a little?"
"God yes." Jim mirrored Richard's hold on him, placing his large but graceful
hands on either side of Richard's face and drawing him closer until their
breaths entwined. "Don't ever leave me Richard, I wouldn't be able to stand
it." Their lips met in a deep open mouth kiss, sharing their souls.
" Richard. I want you to stop flirting with all those skirts. I can't even
leave you alone for a minute or they begin to flock around you like bee's to
honey."
Jim pulled his lover into his arms, dragging him over to the bed, falling
against the soft mattress. Here in the privacy of their rooms he could
indulge in kissing, nibbling and licking his way down Richard's body...
latching onto a nipple he chewed it tenderly, feeling Richard's penis grow
harder against his belly. Life was so good.
For the last two months they'd each learned how to make the other's body
respond to the slightest stimulation. Richard groaned as his body responded
with desire. He had to have Jim. Pushing against him until Jim's long legs
met with the edge of the bed he flipped Jim onto stomach. He'd show the man
about "honey," he thought.
Reaching for the body of unscented oil they kept at the bedside, he poured a
handful onto his lover's strong back. Massaging it downwards towards his
goal, that lay within his crease between those glorious white mounds, the
small entrance to Jim's body that he now knew so well. Applying the oil both
around the outside and to the inner surface he prepared Jim and then pushed
himself inside. Driving himself, he raced faster and faster, with sounds of
Jim moaning beneath him.
Jim felt Richard's need. He turned up his sense of touch and enjoyed the
sensations of his body being aroused. He let the rhythm push him over the
edge into oblivion and went out like a light. Sensing his lover had entered a
fugue state, Richard leaned down kissing his back, then slowly raised off the
bed and made his way to the sideboard. He needed a drink.
Everytime Jim blacked out it scared the hell out of him. The first time it
happened he'd almost called the doctor, but then Jim revived and placated him
with some cock and bull story about blackouts. Now, he knew better. He always
knew there was something special about Jim... but he'd soon realized just how
special. They had discovered over the past few months they were together that
Jim had five hyperactive senses. It was only since they'd become lovers that
Richard was able to witness the extent of Jim's abilities.
A harsh knocking on the door brought his attention back to the present.
Before he could find his robe the door opened and his Father strode into the
room. The senior Mr. Burton's face showing the deep disgust he was feeling on
seeing the truth of his son and tutor naked, obviously post coital.
"So, it IS true! Richard, get dressed immediately, you're leaving this room,
now!" Grabbing his son's arm he pulled him to the bathroom. "I didn't want to
believe when the manager told me of his suspicions." The loathing rang clear
in his voice.
He walked over to the bed and struck Jim across the face. "You're disgusting,
you pervert! You've raped my son for the last time!"
Jim groggily came awake. "What?," he felt another slap on his face.
"You're through as a tutor in this life. No one will ever hire you again,
Ellison, especially after the police haul you off to jail for rape." As he
made his way to the pullbell to call for a servant, to alert the authorities,
he felt a blow against his back and stumbled forward, falling to his knees.
Richard stood over him with both fists raised.
"Shut up! I hate you! Jim loves me more than you ever have. You're not
calling the authorities." Breathing hard he dared his Father to get up.
"Richard, that's enough," the soft voice spoke. "He's your Father, he's only
doing what he's thinks is right for you."
"Jim, don't stick up for him. He hates me, like he always has. How many
beatings have I received?" Richard drew in deep gulps of air.
Lord Burton glared at both men. "You'll pay for this Ellison, I'll have you
in jail for life!" Backing away from Richard he opened the hotel door and
escaped into the hall.
"Jim! Jim?" The lost echo sounded in the bedroom. "You have to leave before
he returns. He'll bring the police." Richard dressed quickly, planning his
response to his Father's attack.
"Richard I'm not leaving you to that fiend. You're still considered a minor
until you're twenty-one. He has absolute power over you, he'll beat you to
death." Jim ground out the words in terror.
"No, he won't. He might want to but I do have something to hang over his
head. Let me go talk with him. Stay here." Taking a last look at Jim, he
hurried from the room hoping to waylay his Father before he called the
police.
Jim groggily pulled himself from the bed, still hazy from his zone of
pleasure. He shook his head, hoping to clear the cobwebs. He tried to replay
what had all happened so fast, but he couldn't make his mind work. Jim
dressed quickly; feeling the urge to seek out his lover and the man that
threatened their happy little world.
Richard sat calmly in his Father's hotel room. They'd been arguing for the
last three hours and he'd finally come to the conclusion that is Father had
finally gone off the deep end. "Father, I'm going back to James Ellison. I'm
in love with him and you might as well accept it."
"I'll kill you, first!" Raising his fists he strode toward his son, but the
look on Richard's face made him pause. The young man was no longer afraid.
His son's lack of fear unsettled the older man. "You're just like your
Mother!" Pouring himself a whiskey he stared at this man who was a stranger
to him. "If you dare to see Ellison again I'll disinherit you." Gulping down
the fiery liquid he waited for his son's acquiescence."
"Fine. I don't need your money, I can get a job, but first I'm going to
contact Naomi. She told me to come to her if I ever needed her." Richard rose
to his feet deciding it was time to make the break with his Father. "I was
hoping you'd be able to accept me, but you've always hated me. Good-bye
Father." Richard quietly opened the hotel room door and left his old life
behind him.
Jim Ellison spent the night trying to track Richard's whereabouts. Finally at
three that morning he found the hotel where Lord Burton was staying and
approached the room. Tapping on the door he listened for Richard's heartbeat
but couldn't detect it in the room.
An alcohol slurred voice said, "Enter", and Jim swung the door open only to
find Lord Burton sitting in a drunken stupor in one of the chairs.
"Where's Richard?"
"Richard who? I don't know any Richard." The older man belched loudly. "My
son is dead and I only have you to thank."
"What are you talking about?" Jim's heart started racing with fear. "As
something happened to him?"
A look of cunning came over the old Lord's face. "He's dead. We argued and he
ran away from me toward the road." He paused as if unable to contain his
horror..."He was run over by a carriage." Tears leaked from his red rimmed
eyes. "You killed my son, Ellison!" Throwing his glass at Jim's head he heard
it shatter as it struck the door next to Jim's face. Jim fled the hotel room
with Lord Burton's voice haunting him. "Get out of my sight, get out of this
city! I'm calling the police!"
Jim was in a daze as he wandered out into the City of Lights. "This can't be
happening. This can't be happening!" All he could think of was Richard and
how much he loved him. "My life is over." The ex- soldier walked aimlessly as
he sunk deeper into despair.
Richard swallowed another drink. He'd been looking for Jim for the last three
weeks without success. His money had run out and he was living by doing odd
jobs. He'd written his mother and asked her to send money as soon as
possible, but he'd heard nothing in response. Grabbing his cloak from a chair
he again went out into the dark night to search for his beloved. The streets
of Paris hid many ugly secrets in their depths. What was one more lost man
hidden in the ruins of a quagmire of filth?
Richard pulled his cloak tighter about his body hoping to ward off the chill
in the air. How many drunks had he turned over hoping to find Jim? Sniffing,
he followed a dark path down by the Seine where the lonely chose to commit
themselves to its inky depth. .
A long dark shape lay draped against the riverbank. Something itched in
Richard's heart and he hurried to turn over the body. His worst fear came to
fruition as he found himself looking into the face of James Ellison. A
strangled cry broke from his lips as he screamed, "JIM! JIM!" His voice broke
into loud sobbing. "Don't leave me!" Pulling the body into his arms he hugged
it closely to his chest, "You can't leave me, you can't leave me!" Richard
screamed again and again in agony.
"Damn it! Bring him out of it now!" James Ellison had flown across the room
pulling Blair into his arms at the first scream of pain. "I'll kill you if
you don't help him!" The young man lay sobbing in Jim's arms.
"Chief! Chief, listen to me! You're okay, I'm here!" Shaking him gently he
tried to get Blair to open his eyes, to see that he was there beside him.
"Detective Ellison, if you'll just let me take charge I can bring him back.
Back off!" The doctor squatted down in front of a tormented Blair Sandburg.
"Listen to my voice, Blair. You're coming back through time, back into the
body of Blair Sandburg. You're in your mother's stomach, you can hear her
heartbeat, listen to it." The sobbing quieted to a sniffle. "That's right,
now it's time to be born, okay, take a deep breath, you're back in your body.
Feel your lungs expanding, breathe Blair, breathe."
The color started returning to Blair's cheeks bringing a deep blush to his
cheeks. "You're doing great. Now, you're a little child, now a teenager, now
you're a grown man working for Rainier University. Listen Blair, you can feel
Jim Ellison's arms around you, and his heart is beating a steady rhythm. You
want to wake up now. Come on, sit up straight."
The doctor pulled Blair away from Jim's arms and held him quietly for a
moment. "You're waking up, that's right, at the count of four you'll awake.
You'll feel perfectly rested, but you'll remember your trip into your past
life. One...Two... Three...Four." The doctor snapped his fingers and Blair
opened his blue eyes.
The dizzy feeling he'd been experiencing faded away. The room full of people
sat watching him closely to see if he was indeed all right. A small smile lit
his face then a vague memory intruded into his thoughts.
"JIM! JIM~ DON'T LEAVE ME!"
Jim gathered his lover back into arms. "I'm here! I'm here for you... I
haven't gone anywhere." Blair threw himself into James Ellison's arms.
" I...I thought you were dead! I'm... I'm okay, now." Blushing he stared back
at the people in the room. "I want to go home." The whispered words reached
every corner of the room.
"Blair, this is Doctor Anders. Do you feel okay now? You gave us quite a
scare." The doctor reached for his wrist, taking his pulse. "It's a little
fast but I think you're fine. You go ahead home, I'll call you tomorrow. "
Jim placed his arm around Blair's shoulder and led him from the room.
A silent ride home in the car scared Jim deeply. Usually Blair was talking a
mile a minute but he remained mute beside him. Unlocking the door to the loft
he pushed Blair inside. "I'm going to run you a hot shower, Blair. Get
undressed and I'll be right back."
Blair watched Jim leave the room to run the water. Taking a deep breath he
walked over to the balcony doors opening them wide. The stars shone down upon
the small terrace. Had he been Richard Burton? Had Jim Ellison lived before?
Questions that would probably never be answered lay like a millstone around
his neck. What had he accomplished today through life regression? Sighing, he
leaned on the parapet and took deep breaths trying to calm his nerves.
"Blair. I'll never leave you, even in death." The words were like a balm to
his soul. Jim stood behind him, placing his arms around him. "In every life
we'll always find each other."
"Do you believe it, Jim? Do you believe that maybe we lived hundreds of past
lives? That we could have been together in some of them, or all of them?"
"I...I don't know, Chief. All I do know is that we are together now, this is
our life now... for better or worse."
"Hey, that sounds like a proposal!" Grinning Blair snuggled back into Jim's
arms. "I'm going back further next time. Back to the begin..."
"NO! This ends it. There are some things we should never find out. We have
each other now, that's what counts." Bending his head he kissed the crown of
Blair's hair. "Come on in and get warm, buddy." Turning Blair he pulled him
back into life, their life. "You're going to bed as soon as I warm up your
bottom.
Finis
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