Impossible Love
 by: Hankster

© 2009 by the author

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Chapter 8

Everything was too good to be true!!  Something terrible had happened to spoil things.  It is a testament to how much I was unable to accept my good fortune that my fear and my paranoia were in over drive.  My heart stopped beating as Jake picked up the phone.  I stared at his face for any sign of bad news.  I was ready to kill myself if anything had happened to Mac or Jonathan.  In my mind’s eye, I could see Mac’s car crashing into a telephone pole or into an oncoming car in a blinding snow storm.  I was shaking and I couldn’t breathe.

It seemed like an hour passed before Jake said, “Hello.”  I could hear a voice on the other end of the line, but I couldn’t tell who it was or what was being said.  I tried to read Jake’s face, but it was a blank page.  I tried to tell myself that he wasn’t as paranoid or as fearful as I was, and that’s why I couldn’t read his face.

“That was a smart thing to do.  Here’s Wallie,” Jake said as he handed me the phone.  He didn’t say who it was, and I expected a voice to say, “This is State Trooper, John Smith, talking.”  Instead I heard, “Hi honey, it’s me.”

I gave out a blood curdling scream that made Jake recoil two feet.  I realized what I had done and I started yelling, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” to Jake and the telephone.”

“Wallie, honey, what’s wrong?” Mac screamed.

“Nothing, nothing at all,” I answered him.  “I think I was having a bad dream.  What’s wrong with you?  You couldn’t be home yet.”

“No sweetie. We’re in a motel in Henrietta, NY just outside of Rochester.  It’s snowing too hard to go on, and the Highway Patrol Officer told us that the storm has reached Buffalo.  We ran into some bad accidents along the way.  Most of them were fender benders, but there was at least one fatality.  We decided to hole up in a motel.  I wish you were Jonathan and he wishes I was Jake, but hey, we’ll make the best of it.”  I could hear the two of them laughing at Mac’s bad joke.

“I can’t wait to move out of this area.  It’s New York’s Snow Belt, and I’ve had enough.  I’ll bet Jonathan will be happy to get home too.”  I could hear Jonathan yell in the background “But I won’t have any snow days.”  Then they both laughed.

“Is there a restaurant in the motel?” I asked in my best mother hen fashion.

“No, but there’s a Denny’s up the road.  You can see it from the motel, and we can walk to it.  Any way we still have the sandwiches Jake made.  Driving was so hazardous, we didn’t even think of eating.”

“Please promise me that you won’t continue the trip until it’s truly safe.  I don’t want to have to use the phrase, I love you to death.”

“You’ve given me every reason to stay alive and healthy, so stop worrying.  I’ll check my plane tickets when I get home and call you with the information.  We don’t even have to impose on Jake this time.  When I booked the trip, I did it with hotel reservations as well.  You were still with Marsha then.  We’re staying at a Holiday Inn near the airport.”

“That’s fantastic,” I said.  “We’ll finally get our romantic weekend which Marsha so rudely interrupted.”

“I can’t wait,” Mac said.  “Let’s all get some sleep now.  I love you.”

“I love you more,” I said and hung up the phone.

The next morning it seemed strange to board the commuter train in Oceanside instead of Massapequa, but it seemed like I got into the city in half the time.  In fact it was so early, I stopped at a coffee shop and leisurely sipped a coffee and ate a bagel.  When I got to the office, the first thing I did was to buzz my boss on the intercom and ask to speak to him.

“Sure,” he said.  “Come in now.  I have to leave in fifteen minutes.”

My boss, Izzy Loeffler, is about the best boss anyone could hope for.  He worries about the well being of his staff like we were all his kids.  Between us staff members we have eight kids and three grandchildren.  Izzy never forgets their birthdays, our birthdays or our anniversaries.  As much as he loves us and we love him, I have seen the disgust on his face when gay issues have come up in the office.  The mention of gay marriage is enough to send him home with apoplexy.  The one thing I would not tell him about was my sexual orientation.

“Izzy,” I said, “The reason I took yesterday off is that Marsha and I are going to divorce.  I’m not living at home, so if you need to get me, please use my cell phone.”  I started to leave and Izzy grabbed my arm.  He is several inches shorter than I.  Nevertheless he put his arms around me. 

“My boy,” he said.  “I am so sorry.  What can I do?  Can I sit with you and your wife and maybe we can straighten things out.  This is a terrible thing.”

“I appreciate what you are trying to do, but this is for the best.  I can’t tell you how happy and relieved I am.  I do need to look for an apartment, and I was wondering if I could take Friday off.”

“Of course, but why wait until Friday?  Take tomorrow if it will help.”

“Friday will be fine.  A friend of mine, who has a good eye, is off that day and he’ll help me look.  In the meantime I’m staying with another friend, so I’m all set.”

“If it has to be, it has to be.  It’s good there are no children in the equation,”  Izzy said.

My office routine became normal after that, and nothing untoward happened until Thursday morning.  Izzy called me into his office.

“Good morning boychick.  Are you still handling things all right?”

“You bet, boss.  I assure you, I’m really happy.”

“Thank God,” Izzy said.  Izzy always says that looking heavenward, like he and God have a private telephone connection.

“Two things,” he said.  “I just spoke to your friend Tom Baker in the Buffalo office.  He wonders if you could come up there for a couple of days next week.  He said you should call him and he’ll set the meetings at your convenience.

“The second thing really excites me.  I’ve been trying to transfer that guy to New York for ten years and he always turns me down.  Today out of the blue he says to me, if the offer is still open, he’s ready to join us sometime this summer.  I know you two are good friends.  Did he ever give you an inkling?”

“Never! Never!  This is fantastic news.  I can’t wait to call him.  Excuse me Izzy,”  I ran out of Izzy’s office and I’m not sure, but I think I heard him mutter, “Sure.”

I ran to my office and told my secretary to hold my calls.  I closed my door and called Tom on our special inter-office phone system.

Tom picked up the phone.  “Baker, here”

“Walters here,” I mocked.

“Hey buddy,” he said more informally.  “What’s cooking?”

“Bullshit.  What’s cooking with you?  Izzy just told me the good news.  Why didn’t you tell me.”

“First of all, I couldn’t say anything until Izzy approved the transfer, and second of all, I needed to wait for certain things to happen in Dom’s life.  Izzy just approved me minutes ago so now you know.”

“Tell me everything,” I begged. 

“Well, I never really wanted to transfer, but when you and I became brothers, and then Mac told me he and Jonathan were moving to New York also, I began to look at things differently.  Even if I wanted to transfer, I had to think of Dominick.  When Mac told us the news, it was Dom who actually broached the subject.  He’s retiring at the end of the semester and he said let’s do it.  He has already sent résumés to Brooklyn and Queens Colleges.  He told me it would be great to live near New York and the great museums, the opera houses, and the theaters.  Besides, we aren’t that far from his family here in Buffalo.  It’s only an hour by plane.”

“I hope there’s no such thing as too much happiness,” I said to Tom.  More and more blessings just keep coming my way.”

“God is rewarding you for all your years of misery,” Tom said, “and you deserve it.  Now how about your next trip to Buffalo?  I need you here next week.”

“Mac will be here this weekend.  I have his arriving flight, but I don’t have his departing flight Sunday evening.  I’ll call him, and as soon as I know it, I’ll try to get on his flight.  If I do, please set us up for Monday and Tuesday.  I’ll call you back later today, or tomorrow morning, and we’ll firm it up.  I love you Tom and you have just made me very, very happy.”

“There’s a way we can make each other even happier.  We’ll discuss it when you get here,” he said.  I knew exactly what he meant.  I also knew that Mac was itching for it, and from the way my cock was reacting, I guess I did too.  I loved Tom so much, and I really did want to show him just how much.

I called Mac’s cell phone.  He was at work, and I knew he wouldn’t answer it if he was in the middle of an investigation, but I could leave a message.  Mac picked up on the first ring.

“Have you got a few minutes?” I asked.

“Yeah sure, you go first and then I have some news for you.”

I told him about Tom’s transfer and I could almost hear him jump for joy.  Then I said that I needed to be in Buffalo next week, and would like to return with him on Sunday, but I needed his flight number.  He didn’t have it with him, but the plane left from LaGuardia Airport at 7:10 PM and he was on American Airlines.  That was enough information for me to try to book that flight.

“What’s your big news?” I asked.

“I didn’t realize how much vacation time I had.  My boss told me to take the days and use the time to pack up my stuff for moving.  Today is my last day here on the job.  Jonathan is going to help me pack and then I can put everything in storage.  I might be able to get to New York days before I start work.  I sure hope we can find an apartment this weekend.”

“We’ll sure try,” I said.  “I gotta go now before Izzy stops paying me.  I love you, detective.  Come to me safely and horny on Friday.  Ciao.”

I got right on the internet and went to American Airlines’ web site.  I had no trouble booking Mac’s flight and a return on Tuesday evening.  I didn’t know his seat number, but I was sure we could switch around when we boarded the plane.  Then I called Tom back and told him to go ahead with a Monday and Tuesday meeting.

“Monday is sufficient,” he told me.  “I just figured we’d love to have your company for an extra day.  Bye again.”

Jake got up early on Friday morning to get to the store.  I simply stayed in bed lounging, knowing that I had the day off.  I intended spending the day trying to line up apartments for Mac and me to look at, but I didn’t have to get up at the crack of dawn.

Jake bent over to kiss me goodbye and as he did, he fondled my package, giving me an instant hardon.  I threw a pillow at him and yelled, “Get your sorry ass to work.”

“Yes, oh lazy one,” he answered.

There was no way I could get back to sleep, so I got out of bed and showered.  After I got dressed, I had a lazy spell and decided to have breakfast out.  I went to the corner coffee shop and ordered orange juice, scrambled eggs with hash browns, whole wheat toast, and coffee.  I bought a morning paper and enjoyed my breakfast and newspaper as if it were a Sunday morning.  I was feeling good and enjoying the day.  It was mild for this time of year and I breathed in the air and it invigorated me.

I drove to Valley Stream to a Century 21 office and went in.  My heart was beating too fast knowing that I was about to set up appointments to rent a love nest for Mac and me.

A lovely woman in her forties approached me.  She shook my hand, gave me her card, and asked if she could help me.  I was glad it was a woman.  I intended to tell her that we were a gay couple, and if I got a homophobic male agent, it might not go well at all.

“Yes,” I said.  “I’m looking for an apartment to rent with my partner.  He’ll be in town tomorrow and I’d like to set up a few viewings for tomorrow and Sunday, if necessary.”  Marlene didn’t bat an eyelash.

“How many bedrooms are you looking for?” 

“I hadn’t thought about it, but I think two would be fine.  It would be nice to have a spare bedroom/office for visitors.”

“Would you consider looking at condos for rent with an option to buy?  In this rotten economy, condo prices have gone into the cellar and they still can’t be sold.  It’s definitely a buyers market.”

“That sounds like a plan,” I said.  “It might really work for us.”

We sat at her desk, and she showed me pictures of many apartments, and the price sheets.  We zeroed in on five condos with affordable rents and possibly affordable purchase prices.  Marlene called the sellers and was able to set up four appointments for the next day.  “I’ll keep trying to reach the fifth owner,” she said.  “Can I take you to lunch?” she asked suddenly.

I looked at my watch and could not believe that it was past one o’clock.  Mac was arriving at 5:30 and I wanted to start for the airport no later than 4:45.

“I’d love to have lunch with you,” I said.  She grabbed her purse and coat and took me to a nice little salad bar around the corner.

“I hope you like salads,” she said.

“Love them,” I fibbed.

At lunch she asked me to tell her about Mac, and I was happy to do so.  I showed her his picture and she oohed and aahed.

“He sounds like a winner,” she said.  “I’m a widow.  I live with my teen age son, but he’s going to college next September, and it would be nice to have a cop around for protection when I’m alone.”

“Yes.”  I agreed with her.  “May, I ask you something?”

“Sure,” she said.

“For years I kept my sexual orientation a deep dark secret.  Then I met Mac, and now I want to shout how much I love him from the roof tops.  You were so OK with it when I told you, that now I wonder at how foolish I might have been.”

“Not everyone will react as I have.  My son is gay, and he’s the most honest, moral person I know.  I respect his intelligence and his choices.  I support him one hundred percent.  You and Mac seem like the kind of persons I would want him to have as friends.”

“Thank you,” I said and I meant it.

I parked my car in the parking garage and sprinted to the American Airlines terminal.  Immediately I checked the incoming flights and Mac’s flight was forty-five minutes late.  Once more I began to panic.  My fears were unfounded and unreasonable, and I vowed to get over it if I had to go to therapy.  I couldn’t help wishing that our commuting days were over.

To kill time, I had a Danish pastry and a cup of coffee, bought a magazine and waited.  My eyes kept darting to the Incoming Flight monitor and at last, next to his flight, the word, ‘LANDED’ was flashing.  I ran to the gate and too much time passed before the passengers started coming toward me.  When Mac spotted me, he started to run.

It reminded me of when Jonathan ran to Jake the day I met him on the plane.  They had kissed each other without caring who saw them or who judged them.  I wondered if Mac and I could do that in front of all these people.  I didn’t have to wait long to find out.  Mac grabbed me and kissed me full on the lips.  Nobody even paid attention to us.  I really had to get over my paranoia.

“We have to go to baggage claim,” he said.  “I figured I might as well start bringing my things down, so I took advantage of the flight and packed two suitcases full of clothes and stuff.  I hope Jake won’t mind storing them for awhile.”

I drove to the hotel and Mac checked us in.  We left the suitcases in the trunk of my car, and brought in his carry on only.  I was half undressed before Mac latched the door.

“Hold on, tiger,” he said.  “I promised Jonathan I’d call him and let him know that I arrived safely.  I suggest you call Jake also.”  We each took out our cell phones and before I was finished talking to Jake, the rest of my clothes lay strewn on the floor, and I was lying prone on the bed.  Mac was still talking after I hung up, so I closed my eyes and blissfully waited for him to join me.  Suddenly I felt his lips on my cock and then he took me inside him.  The moist heat of his tongue and mouth made me forget everything except how much I loved him and how happy I was.

Jake and I had enjoyed each other during the week as had Mac and Jonathan, but nothing compared to how I felt now.  I loved my boys in a special way, but I loved Mac with all my body and all my soul.  I surrendered myself to him completely, and my body floated into paradise.

At exactly nine o’clock the next morning, we found ourselves entering Marlene’s office.  I was a bit surprised when she greeted me with a chaste kiss on the lips.  I introduced her to Mac.  They shook hands but Marlene planted a kiss on his cheek.

“I hope you don’t mind,” she said, “but I feel like I know you.  Before we head out I’d like you to meet my son.  He works here every Saturday.  We’ll lose him next September when he’s off to SUNY Binghamton.  He’s pre-med,” she added proudly. 

“Wallie, darling, he’s having bullying problems at school about being gay.  I won’t push him, but I told him that you guys wouldn’t mind talking to him, if he wanted to talk to you.  Is it all right with you?”

“No sweat,” I answered for both of us.  “But I have a friend who is a recent high school graduate.  He’s openly gay and maybe talking to him would be more age appropriate.  Let’s see how your son feels about it.  What’s his name?

“Billy!”

She walked us to a back room full of file cabinets.  Billy was busy filing away.  He stood about 5’9” and weighed about 150 pounds. He had a mop of curly brown hair.  His eyes were hazel, and his lips were too thin.  He was pleasant looking but far from handsome.  When Marlene called his name, he turned to look at us.  When he turned, everything changed.  There was a light shining from his eyes.  I could almost see an aura, a glow, emanating from his body.  I felt like God was shining his light on me.  I had an unreasonable desire to embrace him and ask him to intercede with God for me.  I wondered what Mac was seeing.

Marlene made her introductions and Mac said point blank that it would be an honor to advise him.  Billy could not believe that Mac was a tough detective.  What kind of job was that for a nice gay boy?  We also told him about Jake and Jonathan.

“We won’t have time this weekend,” I said, “but as soon as Mac and I are settled, we’ll all get together and have a good talk.”

Mac added, half to Billy, half to himself.  “You need some good role models.”

Then we left to start our house hunting.  Mac grabbed my hand as we got into Marlene’s car.  He looked as excited as I felt.

To be continued...

Posted: 05/22/09