Chapter Three: Threesome
I woke to the sound of the shower early the next day. I was still naked from the previous evening's activities, only I had showered the night before because we had been in the hay loft in the barn for a good portion of the evening. There was also the need to be fresh for anything that might occur should he want more.
We had slept the night through, exhausted for obvious reasons. I dressed and went to make Seth and I some coffee. I met him at the shower while he was toweling off. Neither of us spoke but he had a smile on his face that just would not go away. We then went to the back porch and had our coffee as the squirrels and birds went about their morning routines. Looking directly at me Seth smiled and said "I had a great time last night. I really did. It's been a while since I've felt this, this...well satisfied."
Sipping my coffee I smiled back and nodded then said "I'm glad. I really enjoyed your company' then feeling a little naughty I added 'I especially enjoyed feeling you inside me. As much as I love Matt...I hope that he is serious about adding you to our...family...so you can fuck me again."
He smiled and nodded "Yeah...I would like that."
The only reason that he and I did not immediately run to the bedroom and begin again was the fact that we were still just too damned tired, that and there were things that I had to get done before Matt finally did return.
Halfway through the second cup of coffee Matt called on Facetime. "Good morning. How did things go?" he asked. It was clear that he had just got off duty. His uniform was soiled and the riot gear he war was covered with dust and he was in need of a shower. I responded by telling him things went fine and that we were both looking forward to his coming home.
He smiled at me and sighed in exhaustion. "I just got off duty an hour ago. I'm exhausted. But they have cut me loose. So as much as I want to come home I need to get some sleep. I'm afraid that if I started out now I'd fall asleep at the wheel."
My heart leaped hearing that he was coming home. "Ok...you take your time. We both want you home safe. How bad was it?" I asked.
Shaking his head he was the picture of frustration. "It's fucking nuts. Three more RPGs were fired none of them were duds but the people shooting them were clearly idiots. One guy fired his from inside his van through an open window in the back. That one hit an old dumpster. He was loaded up with gasoline and empty coke bottles for making 'Molotov cocktails' which exploded and killed everyone in the van.
The next one was fired from inside a crowd of clearly less than brilliant people who sought to shield the shooter as he attempted to take out a helicopter. Six idiots were killed when the projectile hit a lamp post and blew up. At least that was what we determined by the body parts we found.
The last one was really bad...for the protesters. The last guy attempted to shoot an ambulance and the helicopter mounted sniper dropped him as he was taking the shot. When he fell the rocked fired into the crowd shielding him exploding against a truck loaded with gasoline for cocktails and pipe bombs. Bomb squad determined that the truck was loaded with at least 30 or 40 medium sized home-made pipe bombs. At least 50 of the protesters were killed and almost 100 injured. Most of the injured are not expected to survive."
He shook his head in clear disgust then continued "The news tried to suggest that the explosion was the result of police using excessive force. The commanding officer of the National Guard troops quickly put that to rest by walking into the studio himself and telling the reporter making that statement to either put up evidence or shut up. He then showed images from police helicopters showing the protesters firing soviet era RPGs at police and the police were clearly acting in self-defense.
Here is where it gets weird. The reporter attempted to shrug it off by saying he was just doing his job by reporting things as he sees it. The Commander then grabbed him by the collar threw him onto the desk and said into the camera "This man's predecessor is responsible for inciting this riot because he wanted ratings. That man is now dead, killed by the people he was inciting to riot. Any further false reporting, for 'ratings' will result in my declaring martial law which will then be followed by the arrest and prosecution of those whom I feel are responsible for starting and escalating this riot. Is that perfectly clear? And if anyone listening to this broadcast wants to test me...go ahead. I've already had to request Army, Marine and Air Force assistance because of the escalation this man is responsible for."
Matt chuckled. "He then handcuffed the news broadcaster and had him placed under arrest for inciting a riot. It was within an hour of that arrest that the rioters melted into their neighborhoods. So far the death toll of this riot is 150 people, all of them protestors...and mostly self-inflicted. Martial law was declared and I was sent home while the Military cleans up and begins locating those responsible."
Seth and I both sat stunned by the wild developments Matt had described. Looking at me and back into the screen Seth said "Wow...It sounds like you could use some rest. You sack out for a while. Take care of yourself and get back here as soon as you feel is safe." I said my goodbyes to Matt and we both hung up.
The severity if the events had the result of quelling any amorous ideas Seth and I had been having, for the moment. We then poured each another cup of coffee and turned on the television where the riots where being covered. The story that Matt had just relayed to us was played out on each news station almost exactly as Matt had described. The footage of the commanding officer arresting the news anchor was just as Matt had relayed.
Our day was spent in front of the television watching the events unfold. I then, in disgust of the news anchors continued defiance I walked out to the barn with a glass of wine I'd poured and went to clean the hayloft of the blankets from the evening before. I wanted Matt safe and for the moment he was only he was still there. I was glad for my small piece of heaven and that I was sharing it with him and maybe even Seth. The world was going nuts and it was hard to know just how to feel.