New beginnings

Chapter 13

This chapter contains some making out,a bit of blood and a mention of a gun. Oh and an asshole triangle shoves his way into the picture.

They were deep in the forest. They held hands as they walked down the path through the world of nature. Ford was naming all the flowers they passed, Fidd just smiled and listened to the soft intellectual voice of his lover. They soon came to a small clearing. The birds were singing harmonious songs above them.
"Do you want to stop here?" Ford asked, pulling his hand free from Fidds loving grip.
"Sure" he smiled and pulled his back pack from his shoulders. Fidd knelt down and pulled a rolled up blanket from his bag. He then placed it neatly on the forest floor. He and Ford sat side by side on the flannel blanket gazing at their surroundings.
"Wow, this forest sure is beautiful" said Fidd as he looked in awe around the forest.
"Yeah...b-but not as beautiful as-as you....Fidd" Ford stuttered on his words and turned a deep shade of red.

Fiddleford laughed at Fords stutter and rested his head on the brunettes shoulder. Ford smiled at blonde southerner resting against him. He quickly pecked a small kiss against Fidds forehead.
"I love you Fidd" said Ford as he pulled his lips away from the mans head. Fidd lifted himself from Ford's shoulder to be eye level with him. He then kissed Fords nose and said "I love ya to Stanford". They gazed into one another's eyes for what seemed like an eternity.
"Oh who am I kiddin'?" said Fidd as he grasped Ford's collar and pulled him into a heated kiss. Ford didn't argue and melted against Fidd's lips. Fiddleford then moved his leg over Ford, so he could sit in his lap. Their kiss was becoming more heated as the seconds passed. Fidd rifled his slender hands through Ford's thick brown hair, pulling them closer together. Ford held onto Fidd's shoulders and began to shed him of his white lab coat. They soon pulled apart for breath but the break was short lived as Fidd soon pulled him in for another long, passionate kiss. Ford was now becoming more confident with his actions and messily tried to loosen the black tie around Fidds neck. Fiddleford let out a small moan as he felt the growing bulge in Ford's pants brush against him. 'This is so wrong' Fidd thought to himself. 'We can't be doing this in public, what if we get caught!?' The punishment would be VERY serious. 'I'm technically still a married man!'.....'were supposed to be taking this slow!' His mind raced with these thoughts but they were pushed to the back of his mind as Ford pulled them apart.
"I love you" he managed to whisper as he caught his breath once more. They rested their foreheads together, gazing into each other's eyes as they caught their breath. Their breaths soon became synchronised, their chests puffing out together then being sucked back in.
"I love you too" Fidd smiled as he mustered enough breath to speak. Once again their mouths crashed together as a third passionate kiss was underway. Fidd began to slowly grind his hips against Ford's and gripping his shoulders tightly. The moans his lover was making were fuelling him to mover faster against Ford's bulge. Ford grabbed hold of his partners hips to steady himself as the rocking became harder and faster. Fidd began to try and remove Ford's brown trench coat when-POW!.

It was a gun shot.

Their eyes flung open and prised their lips apart as quickly as they could. This gun shot was incredibly loud and incredibly close. That means a hunter isn't far away. This is what Fidd was dreading....Getting caught. They frantically searched around them and listened out for a human.  POW!..POW!  A second round went off.
"Ford we gotta get outta here. If-If we get caught like...like this. We're dead!" Fidd exclaimed in a hushed voice.
"I know! I know" Ford replied in a panicked tone.
"Just. Just come here" said Fidd before trying to tidy up Ford's hair and adjust his trench coat. Ford tried to help by pulling Fidd's coat back over his shoulders and redoing Fidds neck tie, unfortunately he wasn't to good at ties.

POW!

Another shot made them remember why they were hurrying. Fidd then crawled off of Ford's lap and frantically tried to pack away the flannel blanket. He stuffed it in his bag as best as he could.
"Let's get out of here" Ford stretched out his hand for Fiddleford. The taller man grabbed hold of Ford's hand and the began to run through the forest to back home.

They hurried through the forest until they aimlessly fell down a small cavern. They rolled down the bank of dirt, moss and rocks. They landed face down, side by side on the cold cavern floor. They groaned in unison as they lifted their heads.
"Fidd, you okay?" Ford moaned, rubbing his head. They both opened their eyes simultaneously to meet the gaze of what seemed like two hundred gnomes. Maybe more. There was an awkward silence, the tension was so thick it could have suffocated them.
"What is happening down there Jeff!?" A high pitch, feminine voice called out from the back of the crowd.
"One moment my queen!" A males voice answered back. Suddenly a young gnome with a bright red hat and a full, brown beard pushed himself between the army of gnomes to meet the scientists.
"Oh, it's you again" the young gnome groaned looking at Stanford.
"Hello" Ford smiled nervously and sat up. He had a history with these gnomes and not a very good history I might add.
"GET THEM!!" Jeff screamed at the top of his lungs.
"Time to go" said Ford as he grabbed Fidd's wrist and pulled him from the ground. The gnomes began to swarm the two men, biting at their ankles and jumping onto their backs. Ford never let go of Fidds hand, he just kept running and made sure his lover was beside him. They were almost in the clear when one gnome bit down hard into Fords leg. He almost collapsed there and then but Fiddleford caught him just before his legs buckled under him.
"I gotcha" said Fidd as he supported his boyfriend they then hobbled at the fastest pace they could go, narrowly escaping their demise.

They hobbled the entire way home with Fidd supporting Ford. One wouldn't really call Ford heavy but his weight compared to Fidd is considerably different.

"Thanks Fidd" Ford smiled as the blonde set him down on the bed.
"No problem, my dear" said fidd as he began to check Fords leg. He gasped as he found the bloodied teeth marks in the brunettes leg.
"Is it bad?" Asked Ford, looking up at the ceiling.
"Not really, just broke the skin is all. Nothin' some water and bandages won't fix" Fidd smiled as he got up from the bed to retrieve the supplies he needed to repair his partner.

After twenty minutes of painful hisses and constant apologies, Fidd had finally finished wrapping up his leg.
"Do you need anything, darlin'?" Fidd asked as he leaned down and pecked Stanford's forehead.
"Could you pass me my journal please, it's in my backpack" he asked and pointed toward the black bag slumped on the floor.
"Of course"
Fidd walked over to the bag and rifled through the collection of chewed up pens and scrap paper until his hands felt the cold, heavy leather of the books exterior. Fidd pulled it from the black sack. As he did this the book fell open spilling a few pages on the floor. Fidd knelt down and collected up the scattered papers. His eyes darted across the papers until something caught is attention.
'Bill is an upstanding gentleman'
'I wish to see him again'
'What a brilliant guy'
'Bill is one in a million'
'He couldn't be any nicer to me'
'My body is still rather sore from my last meeting with Bill'
'It is probably for the best that Fiddleford doesn't know about this'
Fidd's eyes began to fill with tears as fear saturated his heart. The name Bill was on nearly every page.
"Stanford?" Fidd asked as he stood up tall, clenching the papers in one hand and the journal in the other.
"Yes?" Ford replied and looked over at Fidd. "What's the matter?" He asked when he saw the distressed look on his face and the tears forming in his eyes. Fidd took in a large swallow.
"Who's Bill?"