A Fall in the City

Farmer Joe finds himself forced to live with his daughter and her boyfriend, Blake, for the entire Fall. The redneck hates being stuck in a small apartment in the city, but he has a secret. Joe and Blake have begun a relationship last Summer... Living once again in such close proximity, things could get steamy... and complicated.

A FALL IN THE CITY

Chapter 20: Relapse

We passed by the drug addicts' aisle of the hospital as we were walking to the emergency room.

One guy was heavily shaking in the waiting room.

He had relapsed.

Heroin.

It was written all over his face and his teeth. Poor dude, he was probably hating himself for finding himself here again.

I hated hospitals.

I know. Who likes hospitals? But trust me, after Debbie, I had had my fair share of hospital's waiting rooms.

I barely knew Fran, why was I so affected?

Thankfully, Blake was with me and handling everything.

The ride to the hospital, the queue at the welcome desk, the wandering around the depressing hallways to find the proper service.

Fran was not in the emergency department after all; she had been moved to the critical care section.

That was not good news...

We found Zaid pacing around in a hallway. He was very different from his usual light-hearted attitude.

I had not thought about it, that it would be awkward to be the three of us in there.

Were we a love triangle at this point?

I shook his hand.

"Hey, man. I'm sorry I wasn't here this morning. How is she doing?"

Zaid had cried. His eyes were red.

I had cried too, I wondered if he could tell.

I had been opening myself up a lot lately but still, I was not very comfortable with other men knowing that I could have a softer side.

"She's not good..."

"I bet that she's not if they brought her to the hospital. But what does she have exactly?"

I was nervous, impatient.

I could have been more understanding, taken it easy on Zaid. After all, he had done the most difficult part. But I was very shaky myself and that did not bring the best out of me.

Zaid looked at me. His eyes were tearing up again, he was grave.

"Joe. I don't think Fran's going to make it."

I gulped and spontaneously looked for Blake's hand.

I reached it and he held me tightly.

"Fucking hell... She was performing just a few days ago." I grunted.

"I know, but that's exactly what she wanted; To keep going until the very end."

"The very end... God... You're right, I just can't believe it."

I sat down on a chair, stunned.

My heart was hurting so much, I wanted to puke.

Blake sat right next to me, and Zaid kept on pacing around.

"She was already unconscious when I arrived for lunch. She was passed out in the kitchen. I didn't know what to do so I called Blake, and then, I called the ambulance because she was barely breathing... Maybe I've lost too much time."

"You've done everything that could." Blake told him, while holding my hand.

Should he not be comforting his boyfriend instead?

I felt awful.

I let go of his hand and I talked to Zaid.

"Kid, you've done much more than anybody else would have. And I'm not just talking about today. You've been taking care of Fran for months. You have no idea how grateful she's been for you. She loves you."

He wiped some tears from his face, trying to collect himself.

"I've never pushed for her to get her treatments, maybe she could have been fine if I had. I should have insisted."

I chuckled.

"As if you could have convinced her of doing anything! She was stubborn as one can be."

"I suppose..."

"Do you think we should call her kids?" I asked.

"I already have, as soon as I got here. I got one of them, the eldest, he's gonna let the rest of his brothers know."

"Let's wait and watch them, the vultures, all coming around for the succession. What does she have, two from a second marriage and one with her last husband?"

"Yes, that's it."

Zaid remained silent and we stayed there for nearly a half hour before we could talk to a doctor.

He talked a lot of gibberish, as doctors do, but in the end, it was pretty much the same thing that Zaid had told me earlier.

Fran had refused to be hooked up to a machine or to be artificially kept alive in any way, and she would not make it another day.

This is when I decided to call Sergio.

He had been a good friend to Fran for years and he would have probably wanted to say good bye. He deserved to know.

It meant that three men I had slept with would be gathered in the waiting room, and I almost started to hysterically laugh when I thought about it.

I was very much on edge.

The phone call with Sergio quickly brought me back to reality.

"You're already missing me? My asshole is barely recovering form yesterday night." He joked.

The silly "bottoms' competition" and threesome felt like it had happened years ago.

I was in a totally different state of mind.

"Sergio, I... I'm not calling to joke around."

"Why so serious? Has something happened with your daughter because of Eric? Look, man, this was not that bad. The guy spends most of his time exposing his body at the gym! He's not that prude!"

"This has nothing to do with that. It's about Fran."

Sergio's light tone immediately disappeared for a much more serious one.

"What's going on with Fran?"

"She's in the hospital and this is very serious. Sergio, you should come, she's going to..."

I could not finish my sentence; I had tremors in my throat.

"Shit. Is she conscious?"

"No... She passed out or fell in her home, and she had been brought to the hospital. She had not woken up since then and... Sergio, she probably won't survive this."

There was a long moment of silence on the other end of the line.

"Okay." Sergio eventually said. "I'm coming. Everyone at the bar will understand. I mean, Fran is a friend of everyone there. Actually no, she's not a friend, she's the soul of the place."

I hung up the phone and I had to walk away from the others. I knew I was about to snap.

I needed to breathe.

I saw an exit sign and I blindly followed it; I climbed a few flights of stairs and I found myself on the rooftop of the hospital.

Fresh air, exactly what I needed.

They were growing plants there, a nice tended garden. There was a beautiful view of Sacramento beneath it as well.

There, I could cry in peace.

If I thought I had broken down with Blake earlier, this was nothing compared to what was happening there. There came the tsunami!

It was not only about Fran.

I was getting everything out: Debbie's sickness and her death, the years I had spent fucking men afterwards while being emotionless inside, the Summer I had spent with Blake, the guilt, Liv... My Liv, attempting to kill herself and to kill us all, all because of me... And Blake, again, the break-up, the distance, the knowledge that he was pursuing his life with somebody else...

And now, Fran was leaving.

Forever.

And there was absolutely nothing I could do about it.

I screamed. But it was not a "normal" yelling. I very much sounded like a hurt animal. A defeated beast, who had been holding everything in for too long.

I was not so different from the heroin addict on the first floor.

I was shaking just as much as he did, and it started raining over me. Cold December rain.

"Joe?"

I jumped in surprise.

Blake (and his lumberjack jacket) was there, like an apparition.

I tried to quickly wipe my tears off my face but I could not fool anyone, and especially not Blake.

"How did you know I was here?"

"I saw you climbing the stairs, I thought that maybe you needed a moment but... Then... I got worried."

"I'm not gonna jump from the roof." I chuckled.

"Please, don't even make jokes on stuff like that."

"Sorry."

"The doctor said that we'll be able to see Fran in an hour or so."

"Is she awake?"

Blake nodded his head no.

"She's not going to wake up, Joe."

I gulped.

I had stopped crying. To be honest, it had been very good to let it all out.

Who would have thought?

Blake came towards me and we sat on the ledge of the roof-top garden. It was raining on us. He looked beautiful as always.

I let him lay his head on my large shoulder. It was made for this.

"Aren't you with your boyfriend?" I asked him.

"My boyfriend?"

"Zaid needs you too, you know. I'm being for real. He probably needs you more than I do... He was very close to Fran, and he's gonna need some help to get over this."

"Well, I'll be there for him. He's been a great friend to me."

"Just a friend?"

"Yes!" Blake straightened up and forced me to look at him. "He's not my boyfriend."

"It's not what I've heard."

"From whom? Where did you get this idea?"

That was a good question, now that I was thinking about it, I did not remember anyone actually telling me that Blake and Zaid were together.

"You two are so close... I've just assumed. He loves you; you know."

This, he had told me directly.

"Maybe, but... I don't love him. Not like that anyway."

Blake's brown hair was all wet because of the rain. It was abnormally cold for Sacramento.

"Come here." I told him, using my own jacket to put above his face.

"Do you want to go down?"

"Nah... I'd rather stay here with you, under the rain, than waiting in this depressing room."

He smiled at me.

He looked way too cute for me not to do anything. I leaned over to kiss him.

He did not push me away. On the contrary, the tentative kiss became a passionate one, until I threw away the jacket that I was holding so I could French-kiss him while grabbing his face.

It reminded me of the hottest summer of my life.

We had not made out like this in months.

"Joe... I miss you..." He whispered in my ear.

It was like a firework had exploded in my stomach.

Judging by the way Blake was getting all over me, I bet it was pretty much the same thing for him.

We fell in the soil, in the middle of the plantations.

We would ruin the hard-work of the gardeners. Patients, doctors, who was taking care of this square of plants anyway?

I would give a donation to the hospital to compensate. But for now, I was too happy feeling Blake's soft skin against mine.

He was the one to lift my shirt off and to take things in an even naughtier direction.

I let him do it. How was I supposed to resist?

We would get dirty but I did not give a fuck.

"Hmmm... Daddy..." Blake sniffed and licked my hairy armpits.

I grabbed his ass, felt his bubble butt underneath his tight jeans. This juicy bum belonged to me.

"Kiss me, Blake... Kiss me again..." I pleaded.

We were fully lying in the dirt when we made out some more.

If we had thought about fucking beforehand, we would have probably picked a much different location, but the libido wants what he wants.

We were unable to control our urges.

I was relapsing into my own very specific drug, hardcore.

I did not take Blake's shirt off, but I slid down his trousers while we were still kissing. We played with our saliva as I slapped his butt.

He licked my neck in return.

"Fuck... I missed that!" I growled.

"Me too... So, so much..."

He was licking my nipples while rubbing my bulge with his right hand.

"Hmmm... Blakey... You're making me hard."

He fetched my monster-cock out of my pants.

I was so fucking horny.

I thought I remembered someone saying that grief was the strongest libido, once on television. Whoever that man was, he was damn right.

"Hmmm... You're so big, daddy."

"Yes... Yes... Stroke that cock, babe."

He spat on his own hands and jerked my bone with them.

He had not lost any of his skills. I am not kidding, the boy's touch was something close to magical, sending waves of pleasure to my body at every single stroke.

The rain intensified even more as he started sucking me off.

It was turning into an impressive storm; the sky was almost fully dark despite the fact that it was the middle of the afternoon.

Blake swallowed my shaft and choked on it.

I gently thrusted my hips to fuck his throat. And then, I was not so gentle anymore. Blakey liked it rough; it was just a fact.

It was hard to say if he was drooling that much on my balls or if it was the rain.

We were both drenched.

Blake kissed my cockhead and licked my shaft until he reached my heavy balls sack.

I slid down my pants a little more and I spread my thighs.

"Lick my asshole!" I demanded.

"Yes, Daddy!"

He shoved his tongue inside of me and I moaned. I produced another guttural sound but it had nothing to do with my sad howl from earlier.

I had found the medicine to all of my troubles... And he was eating my messy ass like a champion!

"Go back to my cock... Yes... Good Lord... Blakey..."

"Mff... Delicious... Hmmff..."

I grabbed his wet hair and I guided him around. He was such an obedient slut when he wanted to.

Blakey was making me feel so good, much better than any GrindR date, much better than any threesome I could have had.

I was even surprised that I had been able to stop fucking him for so long. My cock was demanding him!

I made Blake turn around so I could see his wet ass. The droplets of rain were deliciously dripping inside his ass-crack.

Two glistening apple cheeks were looking at me.

"Sit on my face."

Blake's cock throbbed at that thought.

He was towering over me as I was lying in the dirt turned into mud, shirtless with my pants down to my ankles.

He seemed to appreciate that sight, his cock was already precumming all over my face and upper-chest.

"As you wish, Sir..."

He winked at me before squatting on my face.

My nose when straight inside his crack before I lodged my tongue in there to rim him as he rightfully deserved.

He started moaning like an excited bitch and I grabbed his cock which was pulsating somewhere over me, to send him to the edge.

I loved being the reason why he was having so much pleasure.

In a way, this thought was even more enjoyable than my own pleasure.

That being said, as I was about to drown in his ass... and in the mud, I did lift him up to take a breath.

"Holding up, old man?" He teased me.

"Come sit on my cock, we'll see how you're holding up yourself!" I dared him.

His genuine cheeky smile was saying it all.

He had been waiting for this! Blake was craving my cock as much as I was craving his yummy ass.

The rain had not stopped and his grey tee-shirt was soaking wet. It was glued against his abs and pecs.

I wanted to eat him up; he looked damn hot.

Blake kissed me, - he must have tasted his own musky hole -, and he took a step back to impale himself on my big threatening dick.

I was hard as a rock and throbbing like a boat in the middle of a storm.

In all fairness, we were quite in a literal storm ourselves.

I had already fucked people outside, in the nature, hell, I had already fucked Blake in a field, but never in such a poor and chaotic weather.

That added a dramatic feel to our fucking session which I did not dislike.

Blake sat on my cock and just as if we had fucked the day prior, I filled him up easily, finding my way in his tight but stretched asshole, until I reached and stimulated his prostate.

"Oh yeeeeeees!"

He literally yelled, thank God for the wind and heavy rain, nobody could hear him.

I let him jump up and down on my cock but I had to take the control back.

While I was still buried deep inside of him, I lifted him up and we switched position until he was on all fours, and I was fucking him from behind.

Not exactly what I was looking for when I moved him around, but certainly good enough!

We messed some more of the plants.

I would send a bigger check to the hospital.

Do not judge me, I actually did! I made them a donation before returning to the farm. Because yes, I did return to the farm.

But more on that later.

I drilled Blake's asshole under the storm for a good ten minutes until his ass was neatly wrecked. My balls were fapping loudly and at a steady rhythm against his bum.

Then, I had him deepthroat me once again so I could cum in his throat.

The boy nutted at the exact same time.

What a slut...

We burst out laughing when we were done.

The rain finally stopped and looking around us, it looked like a war scene. I was covered in mud, some of my clothes were in a nasty puddle, Blake's clothes were covered in dirt, he even had some on his gorgeous face.

Also, we were both soaking wet, shaking from the cold.

"Wait... Weren't we supposed to say our last good bye to a dying woman?" I remarked.

"Jesus Christ..." Blake muttered.

I laughed even harder.

The nerves, no doubt.

More or less, we tried to fix ourselves up before going down. The moment was quite intimate, Blake was taking care of me and I was taking care of him.

There was quite a lot do to look somewhat presentable.

"I've just realized something, Blakey."

"What?"

"We had sex both in the underground and on the rooftop of that very hospital. I assume that people fuck in the parking lot all the time but doing both might be a first!"

He chuckled.

"Damn, you're right. I hadn't thought about that."

The staircase was a good decompression chamber before returning in Fran's critical care service.

We needed that moment to calm down and to remind ourselves about the seriousness of the situation.

When we met with the others in the hall, Blake and I were no longer laughing. The recreation was over.

Sergio was here, he greeted me when I arrived.

"This is Blake." I told awkwardly.

"Hi, Blake. I'm Joe's..." Sergio looked at me. "Friend?"

I guess this was a proper choice of word.

Sex-friends may have been more accurate but was not really hospital friendly.

I saw in Blake's eyes that he immediately understood that Sergio and I were more than just friends. And I saw in Sergio's eyes that he got the point that he had met his main challenger for my cock... and my heart.

Zaid was sitting in a sofa, dead-silent.

He really was breaking my heart.

Damn. And I had just fucked the man he was in love with. What kind of asshole was I?!

"You have dirt in your hair." Sergio told me a bit later. "And cum on your forearm." He added.

"Shit."

I went to the bathroom to fix myself up.

I did not know if Sergio was mad at me. He did not seem like it, but that was neither the time nor the place to make a scene.

Would he have a reason to be jealous?

Was it wrong that I had relapsed with Blake?

Honestly, this day felt too surreal to have any sort of a clear idea of what was going on, in my head, my heart, or my cock.

When I came back from the bathroom, everyone was standing up. The doctor was there, with the face of someone who is bearing some very bad news.

My stomach hurt.

"You can go see her, gentlemen. She's in the coma but she may be able to hear you... We do not think she is going to stay that way for much longer. You have to prepare yourself for saying goodbye. Is her close family there?"

"Her children could not be there on time." Zaid explained.

"You are her close family." I intervened.

Zaid was trembling.

Blake helped him getting to the bedroom where Fran was spending her last hour alive. Damn, that was tough.

We were all very moved.

I did not cry when I saw her. I guess that I had done all the crying that I needed earlier.

I did say a few words to Fran. I did not think that she could hear or understand me, but I thanked her for the hand she had extended to me when I needed it the most.

Sergio played some of her favourite songs, including some from her own career.

He told her that the jazz club would never be the same without her.

It was true.

We let Zaid had a longer and more private moment with Fran.