A Psi Factor story by Yuchtar

       Frank Elsinger wasn't sure why he'd taken the day off. He stood at the back window of his house, coffee cup in hand, his languid blue eyes not really seeing anything. He should be at the office, doing something constructive, instead of standing here in his robe feeling sorry for himself. Had it really been 12 years? His mind drifted back to that fateful day in October of 1986 - the day Katherine Hendricks and her daughter, Nicole, had vanished without a trace from a demolished car.
       Anton had been beside himself with confused grief and plain wonder. Anton Hendricks was one of the few men Elsinger could actually consider a friend, and it was hard watching this friend go through that agony. A week after the accident, Anton had gone to the train tracks where the car had been struck and placed a bundle of red roses across the tracks. Elsinger couldn't be sure what had made him stop by the site on his way home that evening, but he got there just in time to pull Anton out of the way of an oncoming train.
       His friend had wanted to kill himself! Elsinger could never understand that. He'd never loved anyone that much and couldn't imagine the feeling. He'd taken Anton back to his place - back to this very house, he thought as he glanced around at the furnishings. He hadn't thought Anton should be alone, so he sat up all night and held his friend as he'd slept. It had felt good - right, somehow.
       The following year, on the anniversary of Katherine's and Nicole's disappearance, Anton had found himself drawn to Elsinger's door step once again. It became a ritual - and it didn't take long for the comforting to go beyond the holding stage. Anton loved his wife dearly, but taking refuge in the body of his friend was not cheating - he never betrayed Katherine's love. And Frank was there for him - even gave him a job with the Office of Scientific Investigation and Research. Rather than dismissing Anton as a crackpot like so many others, Frank actually encouraged him to investigate the possibility that Katherine and Nicole had been transported to another dimension!

       But now Katherine was back from the void. Elsinger had gotten her back. After Anton had disappeared into the mysterious arch, Elsinger had recreated the conditions of the crash that had occurred 12 years before. Katherine and Nicole had reappeared in the demolished wreck of their car. Unfortunately, Elsinger hadn't anticipated the possibility of Anton returning with them, and his presence in the back seat had forced the front seat further up, leaving little room for Nicole. She had reappeared partially out side the car. She was killed instantly and probably never felt a thing. Small comfort, however, for a couple who had been through so much already.
       Now that Katherine was back, Anton wouldn't need comforting. Why had Elsinger taken the day off? Anton wouldn't be here, he knew that. The yearly ritual no longer had any meaning. He felt as if he'd been tossed aside like an old shoe. Wasn't that funny? Frank Elsinger was jealous! What an odd sensation.

       The sound of his front door opening stirred Elsinger from his thoughts. Pulling the gun from his robe pocket, he set down the coffee cup and approached the door cautiously.
       "You won't be needing that, Frank. I won't bite - promise."
       "Anton? What the hell are you doing here?"
       Anton Hendricks stopped in his tracks, a half-formed smile frozen on his face, the windblown wisps of white hair at the sides and back of his head jutting out at odd angles. "It's …… the 14th of October, Frank. I always stop by on the 14th of October."
       "But, I thought ……. Well, with Katherine back and all, I ……."
       "It's not Katherine." Anton resumed taking items from a paper shopping bag he had set atop the kitchen table.
       "What do you mean, it's not Katherine?" Elsinger asked as he finally lowered the gun and placed it on the table.
       "It's not Katherine. The thing that came back with me is not my Katherine."
       "Then ………. Who is she?"
       "An Old One."
       "Look, Anton, I ……."
       "No, Frank. I don't want to talk about it now. I just want to have a little brunch with you and …"
       "Brunch sounds good. What did you bring? Strawberries? Hmmmmm, lets put them in the fridge, shall we? Let them chill a bit."
       "Well, aren't we going to eat them?"
       "Later." Elsinger tugged the long coat off Anton's shoulders and pressed his friend's mouth to his. Their tongues entwined for a moment before Elsinger pulled himself away again.
       "You're right," Anton said. "Let them chill." He followed Elsinger up the stairs to the bed room.

       "You know, I was actually feeling sorry for myself before you showed up?" Elsinger said as he helped Anton off with his clothing. "Selfish of me, I know, but what can I do?"
       "You can shut up and kiss me," Anton replied, pulling Elsinger towards himself. They fell on top of the bed, Anton fumbling with the belt of Elsinger's robe. It was tied in a knot. Frustrated, Anton yanked the robe off over Elsinger's head and they both laughed at their own urgency.

       Anton leaned back against Elsinger's muscular stomach, the warm water sprinkling over his own, his fingers massaging the bulging muscles at Elsinger's thighs. Anton felt his own body was a little too skinny - not well built like his friend, but Elsinger didn't seem to mind. Perhaps he felt it made Anton seem more feminine. For his part, Anton loved Elsinger's strength - it's what he needed most, what he craved on these annual visits. He felt safe with these strong arms around him and felt secure with this man inside him. He wanted him inside him now.
       "Frank," he whispered.
       "Hmmm?" Elsinger responded.
       "Did you bring the lube? I want you now."
       "Oh, you do, do you?" Elsinger said with a hint of amusement in his voice.
       "Oh, yeah." Anton felt around behind him and grasped the stiff rod he found there. "I knew you'd be ready," he said, also amused.
       Elsinger had come prepared and he now reached over to grab hold of the tube of lubricant. Anton squirmed with delight as he rubbed the thick gel into him. "Ready?" he asked.
       "I've been ready, Frank," Anton answered impatiently.
       "All right, all right, just making sure." Elsinger slowly, but forcefully pushed his erection past the tight muscles of Anton's anus.
       Anton groaned in pleasure and murmured, "Yes, Frank, that's what I want."
       Elsinger reached down to grip Anton's cock and began stroking it in his tight fist in time to his own thrusting. Anton was quite vocal in his pleasure and Elsinger grinned, nothing more than an occasional low groan and deep sigh escaping from his lips.
       Elsinger's timing was always quite superb, and his lovemaking was no exception. As he came in Anton's ass, Anton sprayed his juices through Elsinger's fingers with a moan of pleasure and leaned back again against the well muscled body of his friend. He glowed with the feeling of the other man inside him and didn't want him to pull out yet.
       Elsinger glanced down at the satisfied look on his friend's face and leaned over to kiss the parted lips. "Good?" he asked.
       "Hmmmmmmm," Anton murmured. "Wonderful."
       "The water's getting cold, shall we go sample your strawberries?"
       Anton groaned in dismay as Elsinger pulled out and turned the water off. "And you can tell me more about your project while we're at it," he said as the two men padded out of the stall in search of a towel.