Chapter 58: A Band Of Gold

The Bathroom, Room 14, The Windsor Motel, Denver, Colorado....

Rushing water echoed through the bathroom as Lonnie stood beneath the cascading stream trying to wrap his mind around what happened before Lex had managed to awaken him. He was well aware of his "episodes" due to Lex bringing them to his attention before hand but he had not had any issues until he heard that song that triggered his memories. Lex placed a hand on Lonnie's shoulder concerned he'd fall due to how shaken he appeared to have been since his ordeal. Lonnie smirked unsure why the lad cared so much but he supposed he could do worse. He attempted to clear his weary mind leaning his head against the tile as the water continued to cascade down his body. He was unusually silent for a few minutes as he stood seemingly staring into space as Lex did his best to comfort him.

"Lonnie?" he said softly stroking the water slick back of the older man.

Lonnie grew tense at the mention of his name but allowed it, just this once. Lex had bothered to care after all and it wasn't as if he was in any condition to assert his will after enduring another of his episodes so soon. Lex had not known how to help Lonnie as whatever was happening to him had to do with his mysterious past and he outright refused to speak of it. The water continued to run as Lonnie suddenly started whistling the course of a song that seemed to plague his mind ever since he'd heard it playing on the radio.

Lex had only ever heard it when Lonnie was having one of his episodes or when he was very drunk and had no idea what he'd been doing. It sounded upbeat, but there were largely depressing elements to the tune as Lonnie continued to whistle it echoing in the shower with a strangely giddy expression on his face.

"Lonnie?" said Lex once more not understanding what had come over him.

"Now that you're gone....All that's left is a band of gold....All that's left of the dreams I hold...Is a band of gold...And the memories of what love could be....If you were still here with me..." was all Lex got from Lonnie as he began to sing the tune.

"Lonnie, why are you singing that song?" asked Lex confused. "Y-You don't even like it."

"I wait in the darkness of my lonely room....Filled with sadness, filled with gloom...Hoping soon...That you'll walk back through that door....And love me like you tried before..." Lonnie continued his singing before going back to whistling.

"Lonnie talk to me...please." urged Lex unsure of what this all meant.

He knew Lonnie hated that song, he had told him so when the song came on the jukebox when they visited a local bar. The results were disastrous as Lonnie proceeded to call for the song to be changed and he was largely ignored and mocked before he got enraged and started a fight with the man responsible for putting it on in the first place. He would have killed them man if Lex hadn't managed to calm Lonnie down and get him out of there before anything else happened.

Lonnie suddenly struck the tile with his fist startling Lex whom had taken a step back as Lonnie continued to hit the wall of the shower again and again. His fists were bruised and his knuckles bloodied by the time he'd finished and then he suddenly started yelling incoherently before he stood beneath the shower head letting the water hit him for a few moments before he turned his attention to Lex whom had been silent ever since Lonnie's display of rage.

"I hate that fucking song." growled Lonnie before regaining his composure.

"I-I know." replied Lex attempting to find his voice now that his lover seemed to have calmed. "You told me before."

Lonnie pulled Lex over toward him and kissed him deeply. He was in need of a distraction and had little time to come up with anything else. Lex whimpered as Lonnie pinned him to the cold tile that surrounded them and parted his legs as he lifted him out of the shower. Like always Lex clung to Lonnie wrapping his arms around the older man's neck and enjoyed the warmth of the shower water splashing against him as well as the chill that followed when part of his body had not been wet.

The older man let out a grunt as he swiftly impaled the younger blond lad via his cock and caused him to moan out loud. This only seemed to increase Lonnie's desire to pound his young body against the tile as his weary mind attempted to adjust to the sensation of pleasure both of them were feeling at the sudden intrusion.

"Daddy..." whimpered Lex biting his lower lip and meeting his lover's thrusts with his own pelvic movements needing to feel him inside him as badly as he had needed to be inside the warm slickness that beckoned them both.

Lex's cock bobbed up and down as Lonnie's thrusts grew more intense and slapped against both of their bellies slick from the water of the shower and his prerelease when he'd been impaled via his lover.

Lonnie seemed preoccupied despite initiating the exchange and his mind wondered as he continued to have his way with his young lover as everything about the encounter seemed to fade away and he'd been transported back in time. To a particularly dark place he had never wanted to see again, but in the moment he couldn't help re exploring as he continued to pound Lex into the tile of the shower wall.

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The Old Rawsone Residence, Frémont, Oregon, (1968)....

The house was silent when the young lad arrived winded from having run from the bus stop and terrified of what She would do when she found out he'd been in a fight. She hated when he made her look bad. Like she didn't teach him right or worse like he was too stupid to ever learn anything. He crept into the kitchen hoping that she'd at least passed out during one of her usual benders but there was no sign of empty wine bottles or empty packs of cigarettes. The entire place was clean, oddly enough for the first time in months. An eerie sign? No she must have been getting better or having company. She wouldn't have cleaned up if she were just going to start drinking again.

No sooner did he hit the living room did he smell the overwhelming stench of her cigarettes she liked to smoke them all the time now that He was gone. The bastard that walked out on them and married the first young floozy he could find. It's what she called her anyway. A floozy. The word had amused him as it sounded strange to call a person something that looked like loose cloth when blowing in the wind in his mind but he knew she wouldn't be laughing. There was hated behind her deep blue eyes when she said it.

He didn't know why, but he seemed to hate The Bastard as much as she had.

He had left them after all.

The unmistakable scent of sickeningly sweet perfume filled the air, he had noticed only now as he'd been more interested in how she'd respond to his being suspended after the fight. She seemed to be in a good mood as he could also smell that she'd been cooking but she set everything up in the dining room.

Odd.

They had not used the dining room since The Bastard left, it was possible she'd been entertaining but she hardly had any friends worth bringing over if at all. He guessed she was seeing someone and made it a point to avoid them by going to his room when she entered the living room not at all giving any indication that she knew about how much trouble he'd been in due to the fight.

She was on odd sight, dressed in her fancy pink silk nightgown with the white flowers and the straps that were never tied around her waist as they should have been. Her hair was done in the same high volume curls she loved to wear when on a good day. She looked clean and smelled good even from where he stood. Hardly any traces of the woman whom had spent the past three years in the bottom of a bottle since she'd been abandoned.

"Go get washed up, we'll have dinner soon." she instructed him.

He was caught off guard by how sweet her tone had been, but quickly obliged as she was only going to be this sweet for so long before the news came about his fight.

The lad tossed off his bookbag and quickly ran the bath water as he began to get undressed. He shuffled out of his socks and entered the tub as naked as the day he was born, his semi-darkened completion a stark contrast from the white glazed tub as he eased into the warm water.

She came in sweeping through the bathroom in a swift motion that appeared to make her seem as if she were gliding picking up his dirty clothes and shoes putting them where they belonged and sweeping out again as she seemed to be choosing what she wanted him to wear for the remainder of the evening.

He seemed to relax in the warmth of the water for a moment before she returned towel in hand and sat his underclothes onto the nearby sink. He turned his attention back to his bath trying his hardest not to allow his cock, which had grown inexplicably larger than he remembered it being, from protruding from the surface of the water.

She seemed to carry on as if she had not noticed him being naked in the bathtub for a few moments before he'd been unable to keep his cock submerged and it jutted to the surface getting her attention with it's splashing. His cheeks turned red and he attempted to cover himself with the washing cloth only for her to approach him amused at his attempts and take the towel into her well manicured hands.

He could see the red nail polish and the length of nail that often terrified him whenever she went to slap him for his numerous wrong doings as he was often afraid she'd scratch him across the face with them. It was an odd feeling knowing she had her eyes on him, his recent issues at school only seemed to make the tension that much worse.

Without a word, she dipped her hand and the towel into the warm water and began running it over the surface of his skin, first his legs than his thighs and when she brushed the towel against his cock he grew tense unsure what to do as it didn't seem to bother her that she'd touched his cock with her more her bare hand than the towel.

He couldn't help but become aroused at the warmth of the water and the slight contact from her hand and she seemed curious as she dropped all pretense of using the towel and gripped his cock with just her hand stroking it as she examined it's length as well as his scrotum when she touched him.

The sensation of her touch was both exhilarating and terrifying as he didn't think she was supposed to be touching him in this manner, but it was one of the few times that her touch didn't hurt him and his cock seemed to have a mind of it's own growing in her grasp and pulsing as she continued.

The lad's hips began to thrust against the surface of the water as his body was further stimulated via the expert hand moving along his cock stimulating him further and further toward a release he'd never known in the conscious light of day. He could see her hand beneath the clear water, the bright gold band on it as it rubbed against his water slick flesh until the pulsing got the better of him and he shot something slick and white in color out of the water and onto her chest as she continued to grip him.

The splash of white managed to land on her exposed breasts as they peeked from the confines of her pink robe and he gasped both in horror and from relief at having finally come to the end of his stimulation.

She didn't seem to mind it as she took up the towel once again and began to wash him using the bar of soap and lathering up his skin as she did without a word.

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The Bathroom, Room 14, The Windsor Motel, Denver, Colorado....

Lonnie grunted like a wild animal as he continued to pound Lex against the cold water slick tile causing the younger blond to whimper as he continued to cling to him. He had been nearing his end as he felt Lex's cock pulse between them and the onset of their mutual release got the better of them. Lex gasped as he felt Lonnie's cock pulse and the burst of slickness that filled his warm depths as well as the bursts that came from his own cock coating their stomachs and dripping some onto the floor of the shower. The water had turned cold by this time, but Lonnie didn't seem to care as he lowered Lex back down to his feet and stood beneath the water in a bid to rinse himself off.

Lex could only pant behind him feeling a bit weak in the knees as always whenever Lonnie elected to take him so roughly. He slicked back his messy blond locks and leaned his forehead against Lonnie's water slick back. The older man began to wash up for real this time around and took care to rinse off before exiting the shower and making his way back to the main room while Lex stood alone in the shower.

He couldn't hear Lonnie's continued whistling of Band Of Gold as he left the bathroom and proceeded to get dressed without a word and pocketed his car keys before slipping out the door and into his car. He started the engine adjusting the mirror as his eyes narrowed and he whistled the song again unable to help himself.

Lonnie found himself staring back at the figure in the mirror whom kept up the whistling of the song that infuriated him. He knew all too well that it had not been Hadrian Rawsone that had switched places with him, but another more annoying aspect of the broken man's persona.

The car continued down the highway leaving a clueless Lex to his showering in peace.