Love Letters 5
Hold On I'm Coming
Ramblin Rose
For Linda, aka, THEDAVMP Have a Happy Birthday.
To: ToughGuy@copland.com
From: NewGuyOnBlock@copland.com
Jim,
I can't believe our luck. I kid you not! If it wasn't for bad luck, we'd have no luck at all. The Captain just called us as we were getting ready to call for our cab and told us that we'll be on for another two or three weeks. I'm pissed, Brian is pissed and the Captain doesn't give a shit. He's not going without.
Fuck... Jim, I miss you so much. And why can't we call each other? That seems so stupid. But the Captain said, "Be sure there's no phone contact." Like they're afraid that we're going to bring you guys into it or something. Who the hell knows?
I may be imagining it, but I think Rafe is more upset than I've ever seen him before. He needs to talk to Brown. Hell, whom am I kidding? We both need to do much more than talk to you guys.
I better go so Brian can write to Henry. I love you; tough guy and I miss you. Take care of yourself and we'll let you know more tomorrow about what's going on. Hopefully, it might be some good news.
Love, Blair
To: BigBadBrown@copland.com
From: LookingDamnGood@copland.com
Henry,
I'm going to lose it, H. I mean it. I'm missing you so much that when they called and said we had to stay I almost started crying. Geeze, I'm getting to be so sappy. I miss you so much and I can't believe they expect us to be here for another two weeks or so. I'm pissed and so's Blair. He's ready to knock that Captain's block off but he knows that he has to follow orders.
We're going to order pizza tonight and get drunk; we decided that we deserved it. And if the Captain doesn't like it, tough fucking shit. We plan on talking about you guys all night long and if the spirit moves us we'll have some playing around. Not with each other, with ourselves. <g>
Henry, we'd only been a couple for two weeks when I had to leave, I just wanted to tell you that if you wanted to see someone, I would totally understand. Okay? Why don't you think about it big man? You don't have to tell me.
Henry, I take it back. I can't stand the idea of you being with someone else. Do you think you can still wait for me? Even if it's another two weeks or so? God, I miss you so much.
I'll write tomorrow and tell you about the assignment.
Love, Bri
To: NewGuyOnBlock@copland.com
From: ToughGuy@copland.com
Blair,
Okay I'm a little disappointed to say the least. Especially since we waited at the airport for two hours waiting. We had no idea and I didn't think to bring the laptop. Who would have thought of that, right? God, I'm so pissed off. I want you to know that I took it out on Simon when we went to the station to see where you two were. Brown was near tears on the way over there. Luckily I'm too old, mean and tough to have tears in my eyes as I was driving to the damn station. I only pulled over to the side of the road because I got something in my eye and couldn't see properly. And while I was there I figured, what the hell? I'll give Brown a much-needed hug. Well, that might not have been the best idea, because then he started crying. So I just held on to him really tight and tried not to lose it myself. I have to tell you, Chief, I miss you more than I ever thought I would miss anyone. I'm going to get a phone number out of Simon if it kills me. I have to hear your voice.
I want to hear about this new assignment and don't they have anyone that fits the bill down there? What? They have no gay men in Texas? Or is it something else now? Who knows with them, eh?
Well, I'm done whining. Quick someone call Whine 1-1. ? I knew you'd like that one, Blair. I love you. I miss you more than you'll ever know.
Love, Jim
To: LookingDamnGood@copland.com
From: BigBadBrown@copland.com
Bri,
Hi babe. I just wanted to tell you how let down I am that we won't be spending quality time together. I had made such great plans. I think you would have been impressed. I had made reservations for the four of us at the new Italian place and then had tickets to a concert for the next night. I know how much you love Sting. When I found out he'd be here I got passes and tickets. Babe, I can't even think about the damn concert now. Plus, Sting isn't really my cup of tea unless I'm with you. Know what I mean? When I'm with you, I love all things. God, I miss you. This is going to be pure hell.
Now, don't let it get around, but Ellison had to hold me tonight so that I could have a quick little cry. I was so looking forward to seeing you and it was such a letdown. I'm so sorry for both of us. But if you ever, I mean this, ever say you want me to go out with someone else. I will. Do you understand? I don't want anyone else. I want only you. So don't say it again, hot shot, or I'll kick you ass right before I kiss it.
Love, H
To: ToughGuy@copland.com
From: NewGuyOnBlock@aol.com
Dear Jim,
Hi, tough guy. How're things going today? Well, you asked what we were going to be working on. Here goes. We're going to be doing the gay thing again. I think you're right. I think they're all afraid of it. But you know it doesn't seem right that we have to stay this long without you guys nearby. But the Captain said it would blow our cover if they saw two others coming into the room. And he has no idea that we're both gay. <g> That would have been even funnier. They would be afraid to talk to us I'm sure. Anyhow, we're going to be going to this night club and watching for more of the same kind of guys that we've already arrested. We complained that anyone could do that but the Captain disagrees with us.
I'm really sick of this shit, Jim. I want you now. I want you hard. When I finally see you, I'm going to ride you hard and put you away wet. You'll be begging for more. Unless, of course, you won't be able to walk for two days. That would be okay, too. Then I'd have you in our bed where I want you. God, I miss you.
We're going to be here for at least a week, if not two. We're not happy campers and the Captain's a little disgusted with us. Thinks we're wimps that can't handle the job. Fuck... Where are his men on this? I'll tell you where. They're sitting in cars outside where they don't have to worry about guys thinking they're fruits.
Well, we have to go soon. I better let Rafe write something to H before we leave. I love you, Babe. More than you'll ever know. We say that a lot, don't we?
Love, Blair
To: BigBadBrown@copland.com
From: LookingDamnGood@copland.com
Dear Henry,
I just wanted to write before we start working. Neither of us is looking forward to it. We're surrounded by idiots, if you ask me. I miss you, babe. Blair told me that Jim had to comfort you yesterday and I'm even madder now. What the fuck are they doing this for? Do they think that Blair and I are the only guys in the country to pull off this kind of assignment? All we know is we're tired of it. We want to be home in your arms. Well, you know what I mean. I want to be in yours and Blair wants to be in Jim's. We're a little worried about tonight's assignment. We have to slow dance all night long and I kid you not, Henry. I'm so fucking horny that the thought of another body up against me is going to be hard. And getting hard with your partner, that isn't you're partner at home would be really embarrassing. We've discussed it, because Blair's worried about it too. So wish us luck because Blair said that if this ruins things for the four of us, he's quitting. He's in a mood tonight. In fact, you might tell Ellison to write something sweet, loving and kind. He was really down earlier. Trying to be brave, but he isn't.
I have to go, babe. Talk to you tomorrow. Maybe tonight if it goes well. Take care. I miss you.
Love, Bri.
To: NewGuyOnBlock@copland.com
From: ToughGuy@copland.com
Blair,
Henry just told me that you're really upset about this assignment. He said you're worried about getting hard while dancing with Rafe. Well, stop worrying about it. If Simon came and started dancing with me right this moment, I'd get hard. All right? We're guys, we can't help it. We get hard when anyone or anything rubs up against us. Especially when we're missing our loved one so much. So take it easy on yourself. I love you, babe. Write when you get home tonight.
Love, Jim
To: LookingDamnGood@copland.com
From: BigBadBrown@copland.com
Bri,
Babe, don't worry about this shit. You'll be home soon. In my arms where you belong and Blair will be in Jim's. So don't worry so much. I swear you two are worse than old ladies worrying over a cake that might fall. <g> Everything will work out all right. Can't wait to hear how the night went. Sleep well. I love you.
Love, Henry
To: ToughGuy@copland.com
From: NewGuyOnBlock@copland.com
Jim,
Well, I have to tell you something. I hope you're sitting down. While I was on the assignment last night, I got hard while dancing with Brian. And then he leaned down and kissed me for cover when the people were watching us. Then the next thing you know, it was ten minutes later and we were humping each other. Jesus, I don't know how that happened. The only reason we stopped is because Brian said, "Henry" and I realized who I was with and what we were doing. God, Jim, I don't even know what to say. I don't expect you to forgive me. I know that you said you understood us getting hard, because we're guys. Well, would guys keep kissing? I don't think so. I'm so ashamed of myself. Brian is ashamed too. I think I lost a good friend. Probably lost my lover too. I keep crying. I can't seem to stop. God, Jim, I'm so sorry, and I don't know what else to say. I'm telling that fucking Captain to take this job and shove it up his ass.
I don't want to see you when I get home. So, when it's time, I'll just have someone pick up my things and move in with someone. I'll think on it for the next few days.
I'm so sorry,
Blair.
To: BigBadBrown@copland.com
From: LookingDamnGood@copland.com
Henry,
Well, this is as close to a Dr. John letter as I've ever written. I did something tonight that can't ever be forgiven. So I don't want to be. I just want to tell you that I'm sorry. We're through. Please don't ask any questions. It would be too hard for me to explain. And Blair would be hurt from it too. I don't have a clue as to what I plan on doing yet. All I know is I hate this place. I hear Blair crying and it's breaking my heart.
I'm so sorry.
I'll miss you.
Rafe.
"Banks." The voice shouted out over the line.
"Simon, it's Jim."
"Yeah, what's up?"
"Sir, I need the number for Blair's condo. And I need it now."
"Jim, you know that I can't do that. Right?"
"Then I quit and I'm going to find him the old fashioned way. Something happened tonight and he says he's not coming home again. Can you live with that Simon? I can't."
"Calm down, Jim. We'll get it all figured out."
"No WE won't. You're going to give me that number or I'm quitting."
"How about if I send you there as relief? I mean for the case. You could stay in the same place it will just add to the look with four men staying at the condo, right?"
"We could do that?"
"Yeah, this has gone on long enough. Pack and you and Brown meet me at the airport in an hour. See you then." Hanging up the phone, Simon picked it back up and called and made the reservations and then called the Captain in Texas. Everything was set and the Captain was pleased that his men wouldn't have to give the relief, so he didn't even complain about it.
An hour later, found Brown and Ellison waiting at the airport for Simon. As Simon walked through the door, he smiled when he saw how frantic both men looked.
"Well,Simon, I'm so glad that we've made your day." Jim said angrily.
"Jim, you're so damn predictable. I knew that you'd be crazed but you've succeeded in making your partner crazed too. Now, how did that happen?"
"Simon, we need to get on a plane soon. They're going to wonder why we didn't write them back."
"Oh that reminds me, here." Simon said as he handed over the laptop to Jim and Brown. Let them know you're coming so they have time to panic a little. It'll be good for them."
"Thanks, Simon." Brown said with his eyes downcast.
"Henry, there is nothing to be ashamed of. Never put those eyes down in my presence again." Simon said sternly.
Handing the tickets to the men, they made their way to the gate and got on the plane. Both of them dying to get an email sent off to their loved one, but knew they couldn't until they were told it was safe to use electronic equipment. So they just had to be patient.
Patience, is not a word that comes to mind when one looks at Jim Ellison and Henry Brown. No Patience would be the last word one would think of. Simon smiled to himself all the way to his car knowing this was going to be good. He sure wished he could have gone with a camcorder.
Once they got in the air and they announced it was okay to send email Jim hooked the line up and said, "Here you go, H. You first."
"Oh sure, make me tell them. You know they're going to freak out."
"Are you going to send this or not?"
"Fine, I'm starting. Geeze."
To: LookingDamnGood@copland.com
From: BigBadBrown@copland.com
Brian Rafe you had better listen and listen good. We're on our way to see you. So expect us in about four hours. We'll all talk once we get there. Now go and relax and get ready, baby, because I'm going to rock your world.
Love, Henry
To: NewGuyOnBlock@copland.com
From: ToughGuy@copland.com
Blair,
Hold on, I'm coming.
Love, Jim
Rafe went running out to the living room carrying the laptop and said, "Man, check and see if there are any messages for you. Read mine first."
Blair read Rafe's and then read his from Jim. Reading it made him smile and the smile just kept getting bigger and bigger. "They're not mad at us, Brian. In fact, they seem to be pretty excited about seeing us. Maybe we can work through this, do you suppose?"
"Duh." Rafe said laughing. Then they started running all around the place cleaning it up and then took turns taking a shower so they'd be ready for their lovers.
Ellison and Brown rode up to the condo in the cab and when it stopped they paid and got out. Looking at Brown, Jim said, "Nice digs, don't you think?"
"Yeah, they made it sound like their life was tough." Brown said laughing all the way to the front door.
Before they had a chance to knock the door was opened up and both men were pulled through the doorway and into the arms of their lovers.
Rafe slammed the door shut with his heel and was kissing Brown so hard that there seemed to be blood coming from somewhere, but neither of them seemed to mind.
Jim and Blair were already heading for the bedroom. (All right, so Blair was dragging Jim kicking and screaming. Not.) This was going to be a night to remember.
As they lay down on the bed, Jim could hear Rafe and Brown in the other bedroom doing the very same thing. He smiled at Blair and said, "Don't you ever tell me we're done over the laptop. We discuss things. We don't just dump a person because you think they can't forgive you. By the way, you're forgiven." Jim had Blair out of his clothing in record time and Blair did the same with Jim's.
As they were getting more and more into it, Jim yelled out, "hold on, I'm coming." And Blair started laughing his head off.
Blair knew that everything would be all right. Both men had their guys where they wanted them. To be totally loved by these men was a wonder and Blair and Brian were lucky to have them. And they'd never forget that.
End Love Letters Part 5
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