Last Chance (MaleXMale)

Chapter Six

Warning: Stong Language and Sexual Content

Chapter Six

I woke up to the sound of shuffling around. I opened my eyes and for a moment forgot where I was. All of a sudden, everything from last night came rushing back to me and it left me in a daze. I sat up and looked around the room to see where the noise was coming from. Apparently it must be Brice because he’s no longer next to me, which is where I want him to be.

Finally, he comes out the closet and the forlorn look on his face just makes me want to grab him and hold him and never let him go again. He’s dressed in some black slacks and a black dress shirt, and I must say, he looks damned good. I know…I know…not the right time.

He looks up and notices me sitting up in bed looking at him. He tries to smile at me, but it comes out more of a grimace. I get up and walk towards him and pull him to me and hold him. I feel his tense shoulders ease up a little as he lets out a breath and wraps his arms around my waist.

I hear his mumble close to my ear, “Funeral’s in an hour.”

I stop holding him to look into those blue eyes I missed so much. I lean in and place my lips on his for a light kiss. I just couldn’t help myself. He kisses me back and I feel wetness on my face from where his tears that are falling from his eyes.

He whispers out, “God Dev…I don’t think I can handle this. I don’t want this to be real. I just want my mom and my dad to come home.”

“I wish I could make it better for you Brice. I wish I could bring them back or at least tell you that everything’s going to be fine and you’re going to be okay. But I just can’t do that for you baby” I stop to take a breath as the emotion clogs my throat before I start again, “but I can promise that I’m here for you, always, no matter how hard it gets, okay?”

He can’t speak, but he nods his head to let me know he understands. I give him one more peck on the lips and tell him, “I’m going to go take a quick shower and then we can go okay?”

Another nod.

I make my way towards the bathroom and turn on the shower and get in. I wish I could let the burning hot water run down my shoulders for hours but I don’t have the time. I finish my shower and walk out the bathroom and get dressed in my black slacks with a dark blue dress shirt.

I walk down the stairs and into the living room to look for Brice. He’s sitting on the sofa just staring at the blank flat screen that’s mounted on the wall. I go stand by him and hold my hand out and ask him, “You ready to go?”

He looks up at me with those red rimmed eyes and tear-stained cheeks and shakes his head no but stands up anyway. I pull him so he’s facing me and tell him, “I’m here okay baby. I know you don’t want to go but I know you know that we have to.”

I grab his hand and lead him out the front door and to the limo that’s waiting for us to take us to the church. It only takes about 20 minutes and we pull up. Needless to say, they had a lot of people there. Like hundreds of people. I could tell that Brice was nervous because he would have to get up and make a speech in front of everyone. I squeezed his hand to let him know that I’m here. He squeezes right back.

The funeral was so damn hard on everyone. Brice couldn’t stop crying to make his speech, so I had to walk up and finish it for him. People kept coming up to him and telling them how sorry they were for his lost, which would make him cry harder. I just wanted this to be over with. Its one thing to mourn on your own, it’s all together a different thing to have to mourn in front of hundreds of people who you never even met.