CHAPTER FIFTY-SIX Benedict

K nocking on the front door of the mansion startled me. My cell displayed the time as seven-fifteen PM. The clinic had been closed for more than an hour and it was freezing out. Folks had gone home to keep the temperatures at bay, and no one ever knocked on the front door of the building. This couldn't be good.

I hurried down the wooden staircase just as several more loud knocks echoed through the house. "Coming!" I yelled, jumping from the last three stairs and onto more hardwood.

I turned the porch light on and opened the door, practically falling backward when I saw who greeted me on the other side of the door.

"Hey, baby," he said, spreading his arms wide like I'd just step right into an embrace. "Big Daddy is here to take you home."

After closing my mouth, I blinked twice to see if I was truly seeing Rocco on the front porch. "What?" I stuttered. "How," I added. "You're here… you… what?"

Rocco blew right by me and tossed a duffle bag on the floor. "Fancy," he stated, looking around. "Smells like old people furniture in here."

"What are you doing here, Rocco? How did you find me?" I asked, tripping over questions as they queued up in my brain. "How'd you get here?" I ended.

"I'll tell you after some head, baby. Rocco needs some of your sweet head."

I shut the door, but not before peeking out and seeing a white Honda on the curb and checking to see if any neighbors had noticed Rocco.

"There won't be any head," I said. "And you can't stay here."

Rocco sidled up to me and pulled me against his chest, damn near suffocating me. "You don't mean that, baby. You blow me and then I'll remind you of how much you like that boy pussy of yours pounded."

I shoved him away. "You can't just waltz in here demanding sex, Rocco," I hissed. "You and I are not a thing anymore, remember?"

He moved around the room, examining pieces of furniture as he went. "That was before, baby. I've been thinkin' ‘bout ya lately," he explained, gripping his cock and facing me once again. "Little Rocco been missing those lips of yours, too."

"Stop!" I insisted. "You can't stay here, Rocco."

"That's cool, baby. We'll fuck really quick like. Let me blow a coupla nuts and then we'll get the fuck outta Dodge. How ‘bout that?"

"You're disgusting," I muttered, shaking my head and wondering what I'd ever seen in this doofus. I headed back to the door. "You can leave."

"And go where?" he asked. "This fucking blip on the map ain't got no hotel, does it?"

"You can go home."

He sat in a wooden rocking chair, his weight causing creaks to escape from the antique. "Jesus fuck! This shit is uncomfortable, baby. You live in this dump?"

"I live upstairs," I replied.

"Good," he said, standing up and grabbing his duffle bag. "Let's go up. I'm showering and then we fuckin'."

"No one is fucking," I said.

Rocco unzipped his skinny jeans that looked like they'd been painted on his muscled legs, pushing them to his ankles, and whipped out his dick. He was rock solid and stroked the length back and forth. He cupped his balls with his free hand and leered at me.

"Someone is sucking this dick, baby," he snarled, looking around the room exaggeratingly and licking his lips. "Being you is the only fag in here, I thinks it's you."

"You're gross," I said, stepping closer to him as my blood pressure pounded in my temples. "I have no idea what I saw in you all those wasted years."

He gripped his boner and smirked some more. "What you saw was this huge cock, baby. No one rides your ass like I do. Admit it. You miss this hog."

"The only hog is the one attached to that thing," I corrected, bending over to grab his duffle bag so I could toss his ass out of my house.

His jeans were around his ankles, no underwear in sight, when the door burst open. Rocco jumped but didn't hide his nakedness as he stood there peacocking with his huge erection in his hand.

"Hunt!" I gasped, standing straight after missing the handle of Rocco's bag.

Hunter looked from me to Rocco, and then back again, and at least three more times before backing out the door like he thought he may have interrupted us doing something.

"Who the fuck are you?" Rocco hollered, waddling across the room while his ankles were secured in skinny jeans. "That's right, pussy! You better run, asswipe!"

I pushed Rocco out the way and ran to the door, peering out in time to see Hunt getting into his Tahoe. He tore off and rounded the corner, almost sliding off the icy road and running into the Johnson's front yard.

I turned and faced Rocco. "You… you… asshole!" I screamed, forgetting to shut the door behind me. "Pull those ridiculous jeans up. Why are you even here?" I demanded.

"I'm here ‘cause we gonna be boyfriends again, baby," he said. "You ain't gotta live in this shitty town anymore. I'll agree to live with ya and shit like that. We ain't going to no family dinners or any shit like that, but we'll shack up for sure. I'll give it to ya all regular and shit. Ain't that what you want?"

"You're insane," I hissed. "I don't want to live with you, you fool. I have no idea what I saw in you for those three years that you fucking used me for sex."

"You're just forgettin' how sweet this meat is, baby," he snarled, working his still-erect cock. "Let's go upstairs and I'll fuck you into the mattress."

"Better yet," I began. "Get out and find a mattress you can fuck instead."

"I don't think I like this new… this…" he hesitated as he formed words in his pea brain, waving his hands around in the air. "This… whatever this shitty ‘tude is, baby," he snarled threateningly. "I drove overnight to come get you. You is coming back with me."

"And you is mistaken," I declared. "You ignorant redneck."

Rocco glared at me as his dick deflated. I'd only seen this look and behavior once before. That was when after two years of a quasi whatever we'd shared, I threatened to end it. He'd raised his fist to me that night but didn't strike me, instead he decided to sweet talk me. His kindness convinced me he could change and one day love me, so I stayed.

"Your ass belongs to me, boy," he raged, moving toward me as I retreated. "If I don't get you, no one fucking gets you."

"Come on, Rocco," I pleaded, showing my palms as I soothed him. "You and I agreed to end this last May, remember? You let me leave because you didn't want to be in a gay relationship."

He stepped closer. "I changed my mind."

"Well, to be honest with you," I began. "I think it's best we keep our agreement. You were right. We want different things now."

I tried speaking to him in a calm and controlled manner. I hadn't thought in a million years that I'd be dealing with him again after nearly seven months. Yes, he'd texted for weeks. Yes, his emails were becoming more angry, but that was from a distance. He'd eventually give up, I'd assumed.

"You are coming with me, Ben," he stated. "You know you want me and I am finally giving into you. We will live together and then you will remember how much you like me being the man."

I shook my head repeatedly as I slowly backed toward the open door, freezing air at my back. "Not anymore, Rocco. I am not going with you, and I need you to leave right now."

"That ain't happening, baby," he hissed. "But what you are gonna do, fag-boy, is shut that goddamned door. And then you're gonna get on your knees and suck my dick. Is that understood, faggot?"

With my hands behind my back, I felt for the door frame, planning my escape and to where I could run to. Just as Rocco made his final lunge, hands yanked me out of the door and shoved me out of the way.

"What the fu…!" Rocco hollered, being tossed out the door and down the steps, his bare ass shining as white as the winter's moon as he tumbled to the ground.

Hunter stepped into the house and grabbed the duffle bag, turning back to the door and bounded down the stairs where Rocco was flat on his ass on the concrete sidewalk.

"What's gonna happen, asshole, is this: you will get in that fucking car. And then you will leave my town before I arrest your ass for attempted rape," Hunt yelled, clouds of chilled air escaping his mouth as he grabbed Rocco by the collar.

"You wanna fuck with me?" Rocco raged, struggling to pull his jeans up. " You ? Wanna fuck with me ?"

Hunter rested his hand near his gun. "Go ahead, dipshit. Give me a reason to unload this in you."

"I'll sue your ass, dude," Rocco yelled, hopping on one foot while he fought for balance, his skinny jeans stuck on his fat calves. "Fucker! I know people in New York. Bad fuckin' cops and shit," he raged, sneering at me. "That faggot belongs to me," he added. "Get your shit, Ben," he said, pointing at me and then the open door. "We're gettin' outta this Podunk shithole."

Hunter turned to me. "Do you want to leave with this man, Doctor?"

"No, I do not," I stated.

Hunter turned back to Rocco. "There you go, buddy. Get in your car and get the fuck out of my town. You have three minutes before I arrest your sorry ass."

Rocco steamed and muttered nasty words under his breath. "You'll regret this, Benny boy," he hissed. "You'll be back begging for some of Rocco," he added, turning to face Hunt. "I'd watch your back too, Copper."

"Anytime, asswipe. Now hit the curb."

Hunter and I stood silently while Rocco stumbled down the walkway and to his rental car. Once at the car, he tossed his duffle into the front seat and flipped us off. "Faggots!" he huffed. "Screw both of ya!"

After a minute, Rocco tore off in the Honda, his middle finger flying at full salute. I turned to Hunter and started crying. I completely lost my composure and wept out loud.

"Thank you," I said, my throat clenched with emotion. "I'm sorry, Hunt.

He came to my side and wrapped his arm around my shoulders, leading me up the steps to the porch. "I'll hang out around the block for a few hours after I verify he leaves town," he said. "You stay inside and get some rest, Ben."

"I… I…" I began, too emotional to complete sentences.

"Get some rest. And if you feel better tomorrow, I'd like you to come out to my place for dinner. I'd like to talk about us."

"You would?" I croaked.

He placed his hand on my lower back and directed me inside the door. "Lock up, okay? No answering the door unless it's me or someone you know. I'll text you later when I'm sure he left town."

I reached for his hand and he held mine. "Thank you, Hunt."

"Please do as I asked, okay?"

I nodded my head, tears still streaming down my face. "I love you," I whispered.

"I know you do, Ben. I know you do," he repeated. "Come over tomorrow when you're done for the day."

I watched as he made his way to his rig. Once inside, I noticed him talking on his vehicle's two-way radio, probably checking with the Sheriff's station. I closed the door and started up the stairs, but turned around and went to a window by the door.

Hunter's Tahoe still idled at the curb. I knew he wouldn't leave until he was sure I was safe.