Date: Sat, 10 Jun 2017 21:00:45 -0600 From: Ocelot Subject: Ashton and Noah Chapter X Ashton and Noah Chapter X Okay, here we go again with the usual stuff that precedes the story. This story has sexual interactions betwixt an adult and a minor. If you're not allowed to read this story because of age/location/religion/whatever, stop reading. If this stuff offends you, why are you even here? Go watch television. As the author of this story, I give a license to Nifty to display this story on their servers. This story is not to be displayed on any other website. Nifty needs all the help it can get. Please, consider a donation so you can continue to enjoy the many stories. Give `til it hurts! The human foot has 26 bones, and has more than 100 muscles, tendons, and ligaments. I never went to medical school, so I wasn't exactly sure what they were doing to Noah in the operating room, but I was sure they were improving it. As long as he was with me, he'd always be given the best medical care. Since he wasn't in my permanent custody, I wasn't able to get him on my insurance. I didn't care. He was worth every penny I had. I loved him so much. I was in Noah's private room, standing by the window, looking at the night sky outside. I was quietly singing random songs from Les Miserables. It was Noah's favorite musical. I was waiting for him to properly wake up. He had come out of his fog for a moment in the recovery room, saying that he loved me, but passed out again before I could return the favor. I had just finished a song when Noah spoke. "Ash." It was a small exhale, but I heard him. In an instant, I was standing by him, holding his hand. His eyes shone bright like always. I caressed his cheek and ran my fingers through his hair. He smiled. The drugs in his system prevented it from being his trademark million dollar smile, but it was beautiful to see all the same. I leaned down and kissed him on his forehead and then his lips. When I was done, I rang for the nurse. When she arrived, and saw him awake, she began checking his vitals. In the interest of not badgering him too much too soon, I convinced her not to page the doctor. Noah's vital signs were strong, and he was in the best of care. When she left, I summed things up for him as best as I could. "You went to sleep. The doctors operated. You're expected to heal just fine. You'll have a small scar from the incision, but you'll be better than ever. You'll be excused from gym for a few weeks when school begins until the doctor says you can resume it. The human foot is very complicated." School would start soon for him. I had enrolled him. It had been a bit of a battle as I didn't have permanent custody of him, but in the end, I had logically prevailed upon the school district. He'd sit out of gym class, but I expected him to do well in his other classes. Soon, Noah went back to sleep. The hospital said they'd keep him for 24 hours after he woke up to monitor him. 24 hours later, I was sleeping in a hospital chair and Noah in the hospital bed. With no discharges being done during the night, we had to spend the night there before going home. An orderly pushed him in a wheelchair to my truck so I could drive him home. When we got back to the house, I drove onto the grass and stopped at the front door. Helping Noah inside, I got him settled on the couch and then sat down beside him and began to snuggle him close. I missed having him close to me the past few days. It was so nice, being able to cuddle and kiss and touch him. "What are we going to do now, Ash?" "Well, I have a little welcome home present," I said, presenting him with a wrapped DVD. It didn't have a label or anything on it, but I knew what was in it and who it was for. Giggling like the kid he was, Noah ripped off the paper and uncovered a DVD of Rogue One. His face lit up, and he leaned over and kissed me. We had seen it in theaters, and I'd found it slow in the beginning, but the scene that sold me on buying it was the Darth Vader corridor scene at the end. When we watched it in the darkened theater, we both were bouncing on the edge of our seats. It was hard to be silent and watch as Vader stormed down the hallway, sweeping rebels away with his lightsaber, throwing a soldier to the ceiling, and taking him out with a backswing without a thought. If we were cartoon characters, we would have been foaming at the mouth for more. I quickly popped the disc in and as it loaded, I snuggled in next to Noah again. I hit play, and once again, we watched the movie together. As the credits rolled at the end, Noah fell asleep. I was tired myself. Sleeping in a chair in a hospital room isn't all that conducive to sleeping well. I pulled the blanket hanging off the back of the couch and covered us and went to sleep, snuggling the adorable boy in my arms. The next morning, I carefully slid out from Noah's embrace, taking care not to wake him. I found my shoes and walked to the kitchen, not really caring that I was wearing clothes from the day before. I set about making breakfast, placing everything on an oversized tray. Noah would basically live on the couch for a day or two until he got comfortable negotiating the stairs on crutches. There would be stairs at the school he would be going to, so as long as got practice, he'd be okay. I finished up, and carried the tray to Noah. "Wake up, sleepyheads!" I said in my best Gollum voice. "Lots of miles to go yet!" "What? Miles?" Noah yawned and rubbed his eyes. He perked up some when he smelled the food. "Yeah. You've seen the meme about one not simply doing something?" I asked this as Noah sat up and I placed the tray down on the coffee table in front of him. It was a nice solid oak table. I was reminded of the Tony Montana glass coffee table back at the cabin where we met. I smiled inwardly, thinking of the happy memories there. "Yeah, I have. It's got that Bean guy," Noah said as he picked up a piece of bacon and began eating it. "Correct. Anyway, not only is he a meme, he's also got a great track record for dying in movies. We are about to embark on a magical journey. It has monsters, fighting, short people, tall people, beards, long hair, and pointy ears!" I scooped some eggs onto a plate and added two slices of toast and handed it to Noah. "Sounds...like...a movie." He dug in as only a hungry kid can. He had gained some weight since I got awarded temporary custody of him, but he was still on the small side. Puberty would certainly change that. In response, I put in the Extended Edition of The Lord of the Rings by Peter Jackson, and hit play. We followed the journey of the fellowship, and when Gandalf was squaring off against the Balrog, Noah didn't blink. I understood that. I loved that scene. That wizard had balls the size of the Grand Canyon to face off against the fiery monstrosity. When the movie was over, we agreed that a bathroom break was necessary. "Careful now, easy going up. You've only got one good foot," I said this as I helped Noah stand up, and handed him his crutches. He wasn't too comfortable on them yet, so as he walked/hobbled/crutched/whatever one does on crutches, I was behind him. "Ash, could you help me with my shorts and underwear?" Noah asked this with a smirk on his face. "Of course, Noah," I said as I stepped forward and ran my hands under his waistband. Kissing his neck, I ran my hands under his shirt, and caressed his stomach, and pulled it up and off him. "Don't want to get it wet," I murmured in his ear. Caressing his chest, I undid his shorts with one hand, and pushed them and his boxer briefs down. I grabbed hold of his flaccid cock, and carefully aimed. I sucked his neck as he urinated. Urine being a sterile liquid, I had no qualms about fondling his ball sack when he was done. Noah placed his hand on mine as I began pinching his nipples and ground my cloth covered cock into his soft pale ass. With the need to pee done, Noah's cock was growing in my other hand. Noah began moaning a little as I removed my hand from his chest, I thumbed down my pants and underwear, freeing my throbbing six in cut cock. Resuming my licking and kissing his neck, I caressed his pectorals once more. Noah's cock had grown to its full four inch erect length. Grasping it firmly, I began to stroke it. "Oh, Ash, that feels so good. You have a magic touch." "I do love touching you, Noah baby," I said as I backed up a bit, and sat on the edge of the tub. I turned him around, and took his cock into my mouth. I began sucking him off and he grabbed my hair and paced me. "Suck me good, Ash. Suck hard," he moaned as he began thrusting into my mouth. I reached around and grabbed his beautiful ass. I cupped and massaged the boy cheeks as Noah's cock slid in and out of my mouth. Slurping sounds emanated from my mouth as his uncut cock slid in and out. I moaned in pleasure as Noah pulled my hair. Not having our enjoyable naked time for a while, Noah was soon panting and twitching as his orgasm rolled over him. He shuddered in my arms and leaned on my shoulders as he came down from his high. After a moment, I picked Noah up and carried him back to the couch. As the second movie began, Noah began to slowly stroke my cock. As the movie began in depth, he slowly came to a stop, and my cock deflated. We cuddled as the movie continued. When the credits rolled, it was time for lunch. Instead of sitting up so we could make something to eat, Noah rolled over and began to lick my balls. In seconds, my cock was fully erect. Noah opened his mouth, and began to suck me off as he fondled my balls. Swirling his tongue on my cock head, he grabbed my shaft firmly and began stroking it. I entwined my hands in his long blonde hair and spread my legs so he could massage my thighs with his free hand. His hands roamed over my stomach and thighs as I caressed his shoulders and neck. Since I began sleeping and having sex with Noah, I hadn't masturbated. Noah was always responsible for my orgasms. As I hadn't pleasured myself since his operation, I was close to coming. As my orgasm built, Noah looked at me with his beautiful blue eyes, and as always, I fell deep into them. I was surrounded by his beauty as I came. Stream after stream of cum shot out, and covered his face. When I had recovered, I stood up and we went to the kitchen. Noah washed his face as I took out what I needed to make lunch. As I began slicing tomatoes, I thought about the days and weeks ahead. School started in a few weeks for him. I had enrolled him in a good school. October was his birthday, and also coincidentally the time when Judge Captain Janeway of the Federation starship Voyager would make her final ruling about whether I could keep permanent custody of him. Hopefully we'd still be together for Christmas. It would be our first Christmas together. When the first day of school arrived, I got up early, and made sure Noah was up, and heading to the shower. I went downstairs, and began making breakfast. Crepes with powdered sugar and sliced fruit were waiting for Noah when he walked into the kitchen, "Are you ready?" I asked him, as I poured him some orange juice. "I'm excited, actually. New school, new teachers, and a clean slate. Best of all, nobody knows who I am, and I'm not tainted because of who my family is. Or was, rather. You're my family now, Ash. I love you." "I love you too, Noah. I'm honored you think of me as family. I hope I can keep you forever. Eat up while I get shower and dress real quick. I've got some errands to do after I drop you off at school." Soon, we were rolling towards the school. Everything Noah had on was new. New shirt, new shorts, new socks, shoes, and underwear. New backpack, new notebooks, pens, pencils, and a new calculator for math. It wasn't a prestigious school he was attending, but I wanted him to make a good first impression on his fellow students and new teachers. Also, I wanted him to be reminded of how this year and possibly future years would be better than his previous years in school. He had a new lunchbox at home, but wanted to try out the school lunch first. I made sure he had enough money before we set out. Stopping in front of the school, we hugged each other and I wished him well. I made sure he had his cell phone in case he needed to contact me, and then I drove off when he entered the school building. When I registered him, we walked the halls together so he would know where to go. Driving downtown, I parked in a parking garage, and took the elevator to the tenth floor. I was greeted by the secretaries working for the law firm there before heading to my corner office. Well, it was my name on the lease, my money that paid the bills, but really, it was where Cyrus worked. The first thing on my list was a video call between us and my editor. My mind wandered to Noah and his first day of school. I hoped he was making friends. My editor had some suggestions about my upcoming novel, and I agreed. When Cyrus knew about the basic plot, he said he'd work on marketing and sending advance copies to other authors for positive blurbs on the back cover to help hype up the book. When we were done, I had one more thing to discuss with Cyrus. "When the book is nearing publication, post on social media that out of everybody that comments on that post, only twenty will get a free autographed copy with a personalized message from me inside." "Twenty?" Cyrus asked. "Last time you did thirty." "Yeah, if you'll recall, I nearly didn't get them done in time. It's hard to come up with a message for someone you don't know." I sipped from the bottled water I had. "Yeah. I understand. I'll make the arrangements with the publisher to get those extra copies sent to you." He scribbled details down on his notepad. Standing up, I stretched. "Okay, anything else you need from me before I go?" I asked. "We're all good here, boss. The bills are paid, money is in the bank, and I'll get to you about the marketing when we come up with a campaign." He capped his pen and stood up. "Groovy," I said, heading to the door. "I'll see you later, Cy." "Ciao, boss," Cyrus said, turning his attention to the computer. My next stop was the electronics store. I wanted to surprise Noah when he got home. Sure Noah had a cell phone, but I also wanted him to have a computer. I'd be busy on my computer, writing and editing, and finalizing my book. I wanted him to have free access to a computer that I wouldn't be using. I let him borrow my laptop at the cabin so he could finish out the previous school year. Soon, I walked out of the store having spent close to two thousand dollars on a computer, accessories for the computer, and a new printer with extra ink. I also figured he should have a printer for research and papers. I headed home and set it up in his room. When I picked up Noah, he excitedly told me all about his day. I was pleased to see how well it went. We talked about things as we stopped at the grocery store. Everything was fine as we wandered the aisles in the store. When we stopped at the meat department, I had to stop Noah from going behind the counter because the counter was unattended. "Easy, Noah. I know you're used to doing this kind of thing yourself from working with Fish, but you don't work here." Noah blushed in a cute manner. "Sorry Ash. Force of habit." He pointed as the butcher came our way. "Here he is." One of the things I picked up was some steaks. Since it was a successful first day of school, I wanted to celebrate it. Noah's past wasn't bothering him here. I could see he was growing up, maturing, and becoming his own person. After we got back home, Noah helped carry the grocery bags into the kitchen with me. He was wearing his backpack from school. Suppressing a grin, I told him to put his backpack in his room. I went to the backyard and kicked off my shoes and took my shirt off. I sat in a chair, enjoying the sun, and soon, I heard Noah's exclamations of delight as he discovered his new computer, printer, flash drives, and mousepad with Darth Vader on it. Soon, Noah found me outside and he launched himself into my arms. He smothered my face with kisses. Soon, we were kissing passionately. His tongue snaked into my mouth as I ran my hands under his shirt and massaged his lower back. He caressed my neck and pressed himself even closer to my body. Breaking the kiss so he could take off his shirt, I stared into the piercing blue eyes of the lovely twelve year old. How I loved him. How I loved his smile, his face, his eyes...well, everything about him! I began kissing and licking his neck. He moaned into my hair, and began working my belt buckle. I lifted my ass up as he slid my pants down to my ankles. Noah knelt and began kissing and licking my cock through my boxer briefs. Soon, my cock was free and then it was inside Noah's hot wet mouth. As he swirled his tongue on my cockhead, he grabbed the shaft and began jerking me off. "Oh, Noah," was all I could say before I was overtaken with a wave of pleasure as he began caressing my balls. I ran my hands through his long blonde hair, and held on as he began sucking my cock in earnest. By now, Noah knew when I was going to cum. He stopped short, and with me panting, led me back inside. We went to the bedroom we shared together and I began kissing Noah all over as I helped him remove his clothes. I kissed his lovely nipples and nibbled gently on them, eliciting a gasp of pleasure. I wrapped my arms around his waist and kissed his neck as I caressed his beautiful bubble butt and pushed down his clothes so he was naked. Kneeling before the beautiful naked 12 year old, I caressed his thighs and began sucking his cock. I loved his uncut cock. I made my love for it known as I sucked his cock like the world was ending. Noah trembled in my arms as waves of pleasure rocked him. Sitting him down on the bed, I reached into the bedside cabinet and pulled out some lube. Smiling his million dollar smile, Noah lubed up my hole and I spread lube on his cock. Soon, Noah's cock was inside me. My back was facing him, and he wrapped his arms around my chest as I slowly slid up and down on his rock hard cock. Rolling over onto my hands and knees, I felt Noah kneel behind me, and grab my hips. Thrusting his cock deeply into me, I buried my face in the bedspread and enjoyed the pleasure I was receiving from my sexy lover. "Ash, I'm going to cum, oh I'm cumming!" Noah exclaimed as he buried his cock deep inside me and writhed in pleasure as his orgasm rolled over him. He collapsed next to me on the bed, and grabbed hold of my throbbing six inch cock. He began stroking me to orgasm. With the naked blonde beauty beside me, fresh from a fuck session, I was close to orgasm. Soon, hot and sticky cum was shooting out of my cock. After we recovered for a few moments, I carefully wrapped his foot so we could keep it dry, and we showered together, washing the sweat and cum off of us. We got dressed and went downstairs for to make dinner. Later that night, I was with Noah when he actually turned on the computer for the first time. At the shop, I'd set the desktop background. First, I was going to use a safe picture of us, smiling on the couch at the cabin. Then I realized I could do something else. Noah's eyes filled with tears as he looked at the smiling face of his mother. His voice was tight when he thanked me. I could tell that it was both tears of happiness, and of sadness. He was happy with his computer, and that he could look at his deceased mother when he needed to, but was sad that he'd never meet her. The weeks rolled on, and it turned to late October. I had received Noah's schoolwork for the days he'd miss, and we packed the truck for our journey on Saturday night. Before the sun had risen on Sunday morning, we were on the road, heading back to the cabin. Our suits were freshly cleaned and pressed, and our shoes were shined to a high gloss that any drill sergeant would be proud of. We didn't need to make a positive impression on everyone, but the judge so I could show her I was indeed taking great care of Noah. Noah fell asleep before we even left the gated community. A few hours later, he woke up and watched the countryside roll by. He'd never left the town he grew up in, so the changing countryside was always fascinating to him. When he sat straight up, I knew he'd seen his fill for the time being. "Thirsty?" I asked. "I've got the root beer we made, and also some snacks too." Reaching around the cooler behind us, he grabbed us each a bottle of root beer and the bag of Cheetos. Setting the drinks in the cup holders, and the bag between us, I drove with one hand on the wheel, carefully maintaining the speed and obeying all traffic laws. Having driven around the country on book tours, I'd become a pro at snacking while driving one handed. I checked the mirrors often, signaled when I needed to change lanes, and got us safe into town. We stopped at the supermarket first to grab what we needed while we were there. Noah went to talk to Fish while I shopped. I didn't get much. We still had canned goods at the cabin. It was just fresh stuff I picked up. When we got to the driveway, I stopped. The dirt road was muddy from the rains. Not worrying a bit, I put the truck into four wheel drive, and carefully drove us to the garage. First thing we did after unpacking the truck was open the windows to air the place out. I made sure our suits were hanging properly, and then we settled down to cuddle and watch a movie. The next morning, we got up, had breakfast, showered and dressed. I made sure we looked absolutely perfect before heading to the courthouse. Noah and I sat the Plaintiff table, and when Judge Captain Janeway entered we respectfully stood. The session began with a summation of what had happened previously. Soon, Jensen and then Hardy took the stand and testified that I had indeed been taking care of the minor. I went onto the witness stand, and explained I'd been taking care of him. I went through how I'd paid for his school expenses, and all the medical expenses which were all out of pocket. Noah went next and explained that he didn't want to be put in a foster care system, and wanted me to be his permanent guardian. We adjourned just before lunch. With the judge rendering her verdict later that week after considering the new testimony, we went back to the cabin and relaxed in the hot tub. After dinner, I helped Noah with his homework. We left the English homework for last. Since I was a writer, it was a breeze for us. Early the next day, we left for home again. That Friday, I received a FedEx box. In it was the decision. Not only was it the day of the Halloween party at Noah's school, it was also his birthday. He was turning 13. As the box was addressed to me, I opened it and skimmed through the dull legalese until I found what I wanted. That night, it was just Noah and I at my home. He seemed disappointed that I hadn't thrown a birthday party for him. I had a trick up my sleeve though. "So, to celebrate your birthday, I've organized a scavenger hunt," I said, my arm wrapped him as we sat on a couch. I handed him a piece of paper. On it was a famous movie quote. I explained that downstairs in the room where I kept all my DVDs was the movie. Open the case, and he'd find the next quote. It'd lead him to another movie, and so on until the last piece of paper would direct him back upstairs. When he was downstairs, rummaging through my movie collection, and googling the movie quotes, I sent a text. Soon, people were quietly entering my house. Cyrus, Fish, Noah's friends from school and their parents. Everyone Noah was friendly with, or people I knew that he'd met. It was going to be a big bash. Swiftly, we decorated the great room, and waited until Noah finished and came back upstairs. "SURPRISE!" We all yelled as Noah turned the corner and entered the room. We were all wearing party hats, and I swiftly placed one on his long blonde hair. Smiling from ear to ear, Noah greeted everyone, and soon the party began. We had music, games, punch, and snacks. Soon, the kids were playing video games on the televisions we had, and the adults were congregated on the porch. I don't know if he deliberately sought them out, or if it was a natural gravitation, but the friends from Noah's school didn't have much in the way of money. Noah never had much in the way of money until we found each other, so I guess it was easier to make friends with those whose parents also worked hard to make ends meet. Having worked hard until I made my money selling books, I'd encountered plenty of people, rich and poor. I'd found that those who worked hard for every penny were more humble, friendly, and easier for me to get along with. We all had a good time talking about random things until it was time for presents and then cake. My present went last. After Noah ripped off the paper, he looked at the box. It came from a clothing store. He hefted it. It was a light box as if a shirt was inside. Opening it, he pulled out a nice polo shirt. "Thanks, Ash!" he said. "It's a nice shirt. I like it!" "There's more," I said, pointing at the tissue paper. Pulling out the white tissue paper, he saw an envelope at the bottom. He picked it up, and pulled out the papers inside. It was Judge Captain Kathryn Janeway's decision. He began reading it. His face went from concentration as he tried to sort out the legalese, to neutrality as he saw the portions of testimony quoted, until he broke into his trademark million dollar smile that lit up the room as he saw that I'd been granted permanent custody of him until he turned 18 and became an adult. "Yes! Yes! YES!" Noah shouted as he launched himself into my arms. As we embraced, I explained to those in attendance that I had been granted permanent custody. Cheers and applause filled the room. Later, after everyone had left, and we'd cleaned up, Noah and I were naked in bed together. We kissed passionately, and I wrapped my arms around him. Swiftly, our cocks got hard, and I rubbed them together, driving thrills up pleasure up and down our spines. In between our kissing, Noah spoke up. "I can't believe I'm yours, Ash." "You're mine," I said, my words muffled because I was nibbling on his bottom lip. "No more uncertain future. No more worrying if I'll be tossed into the system of kids with no parents. I'll be with you. I'm yours. I'm yours to care for. I'm yours to love. I love you, Ashton Ridgeway." "I love you too, Noah DuPont," I said, as I lubed up his tender rosebud. Soon, I was slipping my cock in and out of him with ease with Noah's face buried in a pillow, stifling the loud moans of pleasure. As I thrust in and out of the now thirteen year old boy, I stroked his back, and caressed his beautiful pale ass cheek. This fuck session wasn't about love or tenderness like we'd had in the past. It was just raw passion. I buried my cock to the hilt with each thrust into him. Soon, my orgasm washed over me. Panting, sweat dripping from my forehead, I shot my cum into Noah's ass. Without stopping, I rolled him over, and took his erect cock into my mouth. I sucked him to completion in a matter of seconds as he was so turned on from the fucking. We fell asleep in a mess of tangled limbs and rumpled sheets. * * * It was snowing. We bundled into warm jackets and thick hats on our heads. Noah and I climbed into the truck. We went to the mall. As it was a few Saturdays before Christmas, the parking lot was packed, but I found a spot. There were two blankets in the back. As we walked to the entrance, I worked the truck remote off my key ring and handed it and an envelope to Noah. "In the envelope is a mix of cash and Visa gift cards. There's also a sheet of paper with suggestions of what to get Fish and Cyrus for Christmas. You can get what you want for whomever you want. When you start to get burdened down, take the bags to the truck, and put them under a blanket so there won't be spoilers. Call me if you need more money, or when you're done, and we'll get dinner at the food court." "Cool! Thanks, Ash!" Noah pecked me on the cheek and scampered off. I went to the mall directory and began checking out the list of stores. The mall, being the ever changing creature that it was constantly changed stores. It was always a good idea to see what was still here and what was new. Making a list of stores, I began my own shopping, paying for everything with my black American Express card. After a few hours, we had had our fill of shopping, and our bellies were full of greasy mall food. When we got back to the house, I covered my eyes as Noah unloaded his haul to his bedroom. His own bedroom, not mine, the one we shared. Wrapping paper, scissors, tape, and gift tags were waiting for him. When he finished unloading, I took everything to my bedroom where similar tools awaited me. We'd decorated the house for Christmas, but didn't put up the tree until we had wrapped presents to place underneath. Noah had never had a Christmas tree before, so I wanted to show him the best tree I could. When it was decorated with ornaments and lights, I pulled out a box from under the couch. I sat down with Noah beside me. "Noah, Christmas is a wonderful time. It's a time for friends. A time for love. A time for special memories and happy occasions. However, not always can all one's friends and family be together. Which is why, I have these for you." I handed him the box, Carefully, he removed the lid, and pulled out an ornament I had custom made for him. It was a picture of Fish. The next ornament had a picture of Cyrus. The next ornament was a picture of us laughing on a summer's day, Noah's hair flying around as he had his mouth open wide with laughter. The final ornament was a picture of his mother. "I know exactly where this will go," he said, getting onto the stepladder so he could reach the top of the tree. Carefully, he hung the delicate ornament that had his deceased mother high on the tree, right beneath the star. "Stars are in the heavens. So is she. She shall look down on us and smile her angel's smile." Sitting beside me, we cuddled and admired the tree after he'd placed the new ornaments. I loved him with all my heart. I knew he loved me with all of his heart. I knew that we'd be together forever. Our love would be everlasting. So, there's the end of Chapter X. My apologies that it took so long. Life seems content on wreaking havoc on me, so I've had to roll with the punches and readjust things. This is the end of the plot I've laid out for Ashton and Noah. You'll notice I didn't stick a "The End" when the story finished. That's because I can't promise that it is the end. It's just the end of what I'd planned out when I began writing this story for you. In the future, more plot ideas may come to me. If it does, I'll write more. What's next for me? Well, I'll wait a few weeks, relaxing and plotting out my next story. It'll be in the Gay/Young Friends section of Nifty. What's the title? Well, I shan't tell. Why? It'll keep you guessing. Basically, that's my way of saying I don't quite know what it is yet. Questions? Comments? Feel free to contact me at fullmetalocelot12@gmail.com