CBC - Origins

Coming Together  (by: Darrin ©11/2003)

November 2002

Darrin:
My project with Terry was becoming much more involved than either of us had at first thought possible and I needed to come back to LA to wrap up a few loose ends so I could spend time in Washington and England without worrying about my apartment, etc. I was in town for a couple of weeks and a friend and I decided to go down to Mexico for a few days to unwind, catch up and generally enjoy ourselves before I headed back to the east coast.

We flew down to Mexico City and then shuttled to Orizaba to a hotel I’d been told was quite lovely. We were going to go hiking in Pepoztlan, but wouldn’t you know it, she met up with someone in the bar and I found myself heading out the next day on my own. I didn’t begrudge it one bit. My friend could charm the socks off of any guy and I’d kind of planned the hike knowing full well I’d be doing it on my own. I needed the time for myself. Terry was too much in my head and I needed to clear it.

The hike was good. The air and the exercise was exactly what I needed. I started feeling better about me and Terry. Felt that when I got back I could handle my feelings better around him. I knew that we’d never get together. And I needed to get myself around that. Ah, what distance can do for your resolve!

I returned to the little town and found an outdoor tavern to have some dinner and tequila and relax. I just had the waiter bring me a bottle. I decided it was a night to get drunk, stagger to my room and deal with the repercussions later. It was getting a little chilly, so I pulled a pair of jeans out of my back pack and pulled them on over my hiking shorts.

The waiter had two bottles on his tray when he came out and I was about to protest when I saw him first approach a table closer to the door where a lone gentleman was sitting. He was dressed in a loose suit and was wearing a fedora of all things! A fedora in this day and age seemed unlikely. But that was when I started noticing that a few things were oddly different than from when I had started out on my hike that morning. The differences boiled down to a feeling that everything felt like I was in the past. 1952 to be precise. I got this from the newspaper I found in front of me suddenly.

I was bewildered. How had this happened? I wanted to figure it out, ask questions, investigate, solve the mystery, dammit! But just then the waiter delivered my bottle of tequila and I was distracted. Distracted, because the gentleman he’d delivered the first bottle to was staring at me.

And he looked exactly like Terence Thorne.

~*~

Alex:
I saw her walk into the tavern and thought I’d never seen such a beautiful woman before. Leggy brunette were the words that immediately sprang to mind. Her long, black hair was pulled back into a pony tail and her shorts were scandalously short for this day and age. I was sorely disappointed when she pulled on a pair of jeans, but I had the picture of those legs in my mind forever, I knew that much. I also knew that before the night was over I would be talking to her. She grabbed my attention and held it. I couldn’t help but stare. She had that pouty, “little girl” look about her and I wondered what she'd look like if she smiled. I intended to find out.

I had been wandering around Mexico for awhile, not sure what I wanted to do. I felt a little lost, in need of something, but couldn’t decide what. The time I spent in Japan was many years behind me, but I was still haunted by it. I carried around a little ceramic bowl from Nagasaki, one side burnt by the nuclear blast, and every time I looked at it, I was reminded of how we as a society were coming so close to that time when we’d go too far. I couldn’t get motivated to do anything other than what I was, working when I needed money and drinking myself to oblivion almost every night. That I was mostly lonely hadn’t really occurred to me. I didn’t know what I wanted.

Before I had a chance to decide on a course of action to approach the girl, she looked directly at me and caught me staring. She was holding a newspaper I hadn’t noticed on her table until it was in her hand. The waiter had just delivered her a bottle of tequila and I thought that was odd that she drank not only the same drink but in the same form: the whole bottle. I smiled, disconcerted enough not to be discreet.

She smiled back and my heart stopped. My stomach did a flip flop and I’m embarrassed to say, my cock hardened immediately. Her smile went straight to the center of me, jarring every single one of my senses. I knew then and there, I wouldn’t just be talking to her. If I could make it happen, I would have her. As soon as possible. That sounds horribly chauvinistic, but I couldn’t help myself. I was in a state of need I’d never felt before.

I pushed my chair back, picked up my bottle, glass and briefcase and walked over to her, thankful that dusk had fallen and she shouldn’t be able to notice the state I was in for her. I sat down at her table before she did notice, as impolite as that was, but I certainly couldn’t risk her seeing!

“Mind if I join you?” I asked, a helpless grin on my face.

She giggled and I got harder. “You already have, I’d reckon,” she said in a husky voice that I could tell was going to be my undoing.

I laughed with her and ducked my head down. I was embarrassed, but not enough to move from my spot. Wild horses couldn’t have dragged me away.

“Name’s Alex Ross,” I said, putting out my hand, using every ounce of will I had not to pick her up over my shoulder and get her into my hotel room as fast as was humanly possible.

She took my hand and both of us felt a jolt. I knew she did because she sat up a little and her eyes flew open wide and she gripped my hand a little harder than I expected. We stared at each other for a few seconds and she finally cleared her throat and gathered herself together to reply.

“Hi, Alex. I’m Darrin.”

I was going to correct her. Everyone calls me Ross, as I always tell people I meet for the first time. It kept a distance between me and them, something that made me feel better. But with her, I couldn’t. The way her voice wrapped itself around those two syllables made me want her to call me by my given name. I hadn’t heard my name in quite that way. I never wanted to hear her call me Ross. I wanted to be Alex for her.

I honestly can’t remember what we talked about. It was nothing. It was everything. We talked until the place closed and both bottles of tequila were exhausted. But oddly, we weren’t drunk, just giggly. Which was perfect for me. Listening to her giggle was something I wanted to do forever.

We paid our tabs, she insisted on going Dutch, another anachronistic behaviour I noticed during the course of the night with her, and we started walking down the street. And yes, I made sure we were headed towards my hotel. There’s nothing I can say that will excuse my behaviour. I can only tell you, I needed this woman like I needed air.

When we reached the entrance to my hotel, I coughed a little and said, “This is where I’m staying. Would you like to come up for a nightcap?” I was hoping against hope she’d just say yes, but I knew she wouldn’t. No matter how much she didn’t act like other women I knew, there was still no way she was going to fall into my bed after only a few hours.

“Yes,” she said softly, gently placing her hand in mine.

I almost didn’t hear her because my heart was pounding so loudly. Out of joy, no doubt.

~*~

Darrin:
He looked like Terry, yes, it was true. And uncanny.

But as the evening wore on into night and we talked more and more, I found he was nothing like Terry. He was such a different man, that I found I couldn’t even think of Terry anymore. Alex consumed me. In the hours we spent talking about anything and everything, flitting from one subject to the next effortlessly and without a single uncomfortable pause, I found myself unable to think at all. Except of one thing. Being with him.

I wanted to be with him so bad, my loins ached.

When we stopped and he said it was his hotel and then asked me up to his room, I thought I’d died and gone to heaven. Yes! He wanted me, too! Well, I hoped he did.

We made our way up to his room and he lit a few candles, explaining that the electricity wasn’t working. I was glad. Candlelight would make seduction that much easier.

He poured us a couple of drinks and I wandered around his room stopping in front of the window. There was a mariachi band playing softly from the street below and I suddenly felt Alex’s arms encircle my waist and then he turned me towards him and began dancing with me. His hand on the small of my back was pressing firmly and I could feel his hardness against my thigh. It was all I could do not to jump him right then and there.

He leaned in slightly and whispered in my ear, “Darrin, will you let me have you?”

No apologies, no explanations, just raw need. Exactly how I was feeling.

I fell and fell hard.

~*~

Alex:
I wasn’t going to. I swear, I was just going to gently work up to seducing her. But when I leant in, I could smell her perfume and feel her breasts against my chest and I had to have her. So I heard myself ask, “Darrin, will you let me have you?” without realizing what I was going to say until it was said. A small part of me was appalled. But most of me was just fervently hoping she’d say yes.

And she did.

“Yes, Alex, please. Please take me.”

I pulled back from her and just grinned. I couldn’t help it. I was that happy. For the first time I felt a happiness I didn’t know I could feel.

I tilted her chin up and kissed her. That jolt passed through us again and my heart sped up. I nudged her lips open with my tongue and I invaded her mouth, my hands on either side of her face pulling her into the kiss as deeply as I could. I heard her whimper and knew she was feeling as I was. On fire. A passionate, deep fire of need.

Her hands began busily working at my jacket, my tie then my shirt. I pulled her shirt from her waist band and we had to part for a brief minute as I pulled it from her. My fedora landed on the floor with the rest of my clothes. I started working on her jeans as she undid my belt. I took her hand in mine and gently pushed it into my boxers, I needed her to feel me and I needed to feel her hands on me more than anything else at that moment. I grunted when she grasped my cock in her hand and thought I would explode right then and there, marshalling myself against it. She kept stroking me as I got rid of the rest of our clothing and worked us toward the bed.

Darrin sat down on the end of it and then crawled slowly backwards until she was able to lie properly back against the pillows. I crawled right up after her. My cock was hard up against my belly. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been this hard for a woman. It was a solid ache that would only be satisfied inside her.

I nudged her thighs open with my knee and laid down between her legs, on top of her. I could feel a heat emanating from her that burned my cock. I never wanted to be healed from that burn. I grinned down at her and laughed a little, not realizing I would. She giggled back at me. This was just so perfect, so very right. I could feel her wetness against my cock and groaned.

“So very wet for me,” I whispered.

“Yes,” she whispered back, “what you do to me, Alex.”

I groaned again and slid into her.

“Oh, fuck,” I said, unable to control myself.

“Fuck, yes,” she groaned back.

I stroked in and out of her as she wrapped her legs and arms around me. I would go slow next time, I thought to myself. Right now, I just needed her to come hard as I would be and soon. She matched the movements of my hips with hers and I ground myself into her. We were both panting hard and moaning between kisses.

“Alex, oh fuck, Alex!” she screamed and I felt her tighten around me. I smiled, I’d made her come. She kept bucking against me and I couldn’t contain myself any longer, I had to come. I felt each jet spurt from me deep inside her. I felt like I wouldn’t ever stop coming.

I collapsed on top of her and she held me, stroking the back of my head and whispering softly in my ear about how wonderful I had made her feel. You won’t believe me, but that was even better than actually making love to her.

I wanted to stay in her arms forever.

~*~

Darrin:
Hanna, I had never been taken like that before in my life. I’d never come like that before, either. And it was only moments later when he began stroking inside me again. In mere moments, he’d gotten hard again and was sliding into me slowly, so agonizingly slowly, I came in seconds. I screamed his name over and over as he kept moving inside me. He was so big inside me, I felt completed as I never had before. He pulled back, his hair brushing against my forehead, grinning at me again. His whole face lit up with that grin of his.

I closed my eyes against yet another climax, writhing against him as I came, grinding my hips into his. He thrust harder, needing his own release and I cried out for him to come inside me and he grunted in surprise as he came. I kept feeling that things I was doing and saying were a constant surprise for him. I couldn’t care about it. I just wanted him inside me and coming continuously.

When we came back to each other, he kissed me tenderly and rolled onto the bed, pulling me to him. I curled around him as he wrapped his arms around me.

We fell asleep.

~*~

Alex:
When I woke up and felt Darrin in my arms, the entire night flooded back into my mind and I felt happier than I had in a long time. I realized what I’d been looking for. Not just someone to be with. I had been looking for Darrin. I had a sneaking suspicion that she was in the same boat. That she’d been looking for me.

In the night, we had changed positions and I was spooned in behind her in the most comfortable position I’d ever slept in. I hadn’t had this good of a night’s sleep since I’d returned from Japan. The best part of this position was that my cock was nestled right up against her cleft and in seconds I was hard and ready to have her again. I pulled her leg over my hip and pushed into her wet entrance. I’d never had a woman who responded to me as Darrin did. It was as if our bodies had known each other all our lives.

She woke up with a gentle whimper, shifting her hips to better accommodate me. My hands found her breasts and I kneaded them gently as my cock slid in and out of her, once again reveling in being inside her. I kissed the crook her neck and she sighed softly, whimpering again. I stroked harder and deeper, her sweet noises driving me over the edge.

“Come with me, Darrin,” I whispered and she moaned and thrust against me, meeting my hips and we came together.

We spent the day in bed. And the shower. And then the bed again. Once on the floor as we tumbled onto it during a particularly rowdy session. I raced across the street to get food sometime in the afternoon. Which resulted in once on the table halfway through the meal. Oh, and once against the door when I arrived back with the food.

As night fell, she said the words I was dreading.

“I have to leave tomorrow, Alex. I don’t want to. Come with me.”

I thought about it. During the day we had managed a few conversations and I thought if she asked, I’d probably go. I had nothing keeping me on the west coast.

“Okay,” I answered, making up my mind, then and there.

Her answering grin did me in. We made love most of the night.

~*~

Darrin:
In the morning I kissed him and raced to my hotel room to pack. We were to meet back at the tavern and then we’d never be apart again, I was determined about that. I didn’t care what magic had brought us together, he was coming back with me. If I was transported to 1952, he could come with me to the present.

Simple, right?

I arrived at the tavern and immediately felt something was wrong. He wasn’t there. I picked up a newspaper and saw the date. November, 2002. Oh, so very wrong.

I waited. I wouldn’t leave. When my cell phone rang many hours later and my friend’s distraught voice demanded where the fuck I’d been, I knew it was time to go.

I wept the whole way back to LA. I was inconsolable for the rest of the week and when I got on the plane headed for the east coast two days earlier than planned, I was still crying. Terry met me with Dino, but nothing could cheer me up.

~*~

Alex:
I arrived at the tavern, but there was no sign of Darrin. I was devastated. What had happened? I couldn’t fathom anything keeping her from meeting me. When the tavern closed that night, I sat outside, still waiting.

For the next two months, I searched for her. I went back to LA and looked up the address she’d given me. They’d never heard of her. I went everywhere I could think of, calling in favors, using every contact I had, but nothing turned up. I’d never been so depressed, even during the war. I did the only thing I could think of. I went to Westchester. My Mom and Dad were happy to see me. I’d been gone for years.

I told Mom all about Darrin. I couldn’t stop talking about her. My Mom did what all mothers do. She comforted me as best she could. But truth be told, I was inconsolable.

It was a month later when I got the phone call.

~*~

Darrin:
The next two months were horrific. I fought with T constantly. He was so shook up about my behaviour, he insisted I come stay with him. I couldn't, but he came over every day. The trip to San Diego came up and then...

Then the bad thing happened.

Two weeks later we were in Central. I was in my home unable to think of anything. Terry would show up two or three times a week to introduce another of his Brothers he’d managed to locate. I greeted each of them warmly and of course Max helped much more than he could ever realize.

We were all settling into life in Central pretty well for the most part, but I hadn’t found anyone I wanted to ask to be my Primary. I felt lost. If it weren’t for Sue, I’d probably have lost my mind.

One morning, I woke up, deciding I’d treat myself to a lazy day. T was gone, fetching his last Brother and I knew I’d be meeting him that afternoon, but for now, I’d put on a bikini and stretch out on a lounger next to the pool, doing absolutely nothing.

T found me on the back patio, his last Brother in tow.

~*~

Alex:
My Mom handed me the phone. The guy on the other end of the line told an incredible story. He told me his name was Terry Thorne and that we were Brothers. He told me a lot of things, too improbable to be believed. But eventually I couldn’t help but believe him. We spoke for hours. By the end of the conversation, I had agreed to meet him.

By the end of that meeting, he had convinced me to come with him to a place called Central. I was one of twenty-four Brothers. There were Sisters that lived there as well and each of them would be picking one of the Brothers to live with, their “Primary” he called it. It seemed very weird to me and I had no idea why I agreed, but I did. I couldn’t participate in the activity he said would be the main reason for me to be there, I knew that. Darrin was the only one I could ever be with. But it sounded like a haven away from my current “state of sorrow” as my Mother called it.

Hell, I didn’t have to stay forever, I figured. Just until I felt less likely to wither away and die from missing her.

He picked me up from the airport and the ride was strangely quiet. Well, I was mostly to blame for that. I wasn’t in any mood to talk. I felt like I was being driven to some kind of strange punishment for being stupid enough to fall in love with someone in less than twenty-four hours.

As we walked through the little Village, I found myself liking it immensely, despite my previous misgivings. It was quiet, idyllic in fact. Lots of trees and grass, a park that Thorne called “The Common”, a Library and houses all over. He pointed out a Brownstone down the way from him that he said was mine. That was too weird. I love Brownstones!

When we’d dropped off my luggage, Thorne said, “No time like the present, you ready to meet the creator of our World?” He seemed anxious but pleased with himself, like he knew something I didn’t. I agreed and we headed out towards the Administrator’s home at the end of the main street.

Thorne knocked but there was no answer. “Sheilas,” he chuckled, “bet she’s sunning herself in the back. Come on.”

I followed him, walking slowly, so he turned the corner quite a few steps ahead of me.

“Hey, D,” I heard him say as I rounded the corner, “I got someone for you to meet.”

“This is the last one, right, T?” I heard, and my stomach did that flip flop it had done in Pepoztlan months ago.

“Yeah, luv,” he answered her. “Darrin, meet Alex Ross.”

I’ve never seen a woman move so fast. She was in my arms and kissing me all over my face before I could fully comprehend what had happened.

“I take it you two know each other,” I heard Thorne chuckle.

Darrin pulled back staring deeply into my eyes. “Oh yes,” she said. That beautiful smile on her face I’d fallen in love with not so long ago. She leaned in and whispered in my ear, “Alex Ross, my Primary. Right?”

“Yes,” I laughed, “always.”

Who says there’s no magic?