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Love Wasn't Meant to Be Easy	By : LadyAlexiel Category: +S through Z > Simpsons Views: 2855 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A.N. Later on there will be some bad language and attitude towards gays!! Just so you are aware, I don’t want anyone to be mad by that!!

Chapter 3-Making Amends

*Burns’ POV*

I woke before Smithers did the next morning. His warm arms were wrapped tightly around me and his breathing was deep. I looked at the clock and realized we should be getting up now, but decided to let Waylon sleep later. ‘It’s not like it will matter if we’re late or not. He deserves to sleep in, I don’t think he slept very well in that chair when I was in the hospital.’ I stroked my hand though his hair and leaned closer to place a kiss gently on his forehead. ‘If anyone saw the way I acted around Waylon, they’d probably die of shock!!’ I chuckled softly at myself and placed my hand on his cheek. I lay there, watching my love sleep peacefully. He finally woke about an hour later, his eyes opened slowly and I smiled at him. “Good morning, my dear Waylon!” I said softly, watching as his lips curled into a smile.

“Good morning to you too, Monty!” He replied, leaning closer to kiss me deeply. I kissed back, loving the taste of his mouth. We pulled back after a minute, giving each other small smiles. Waylon sat up, stretching his arms over his head and yawning. He glanced at the clock and jumped quickly from the bed, his head swiveling towards me. “We should be at work by now! Why didn’t you wake me earlier?!” He questioned, a look of panic on his face. I snorted slightly, getting out of bed slowly.

“Oh, calm down Waylon!” I told him, heading around the bed and gripping his wrist. “It won’t matter if we’re late for work, nobody probably knows we’re coming in today! Now come on, let’s go take a shower.” I tugged on his arm and Waylon came with me willingly. The two of us showered together, not bothering to hurry. As I dried off, Waylon wrapped a towel around his waist and shaved off the stubble on his face. I let my eyes roam over his half-naked body and found myself admiring him. He was fairly toned for a man of his age and I found myself moving up behind him and wrapping my arms around his middle. He had no ‘six pack’, those were just dumb! His stomach was mostly flat, it was just a slight bump.

“Monty?” He questioned, meeting my eyes in the mirror. I smiled at him and squeezed his stomach lightly. I placed my head on his shoulder, careful not to put my face against his cheek which had shaving cream on it.

“I just wanted to hug you, is that alright?” He chucked softly, giving a slight nod as he finished shaving. I slid my hands over his slightly damp stomach, before pushing them under the towel to rub his groin warmly.

“Ahh! M-Monty!!” Waylon cried out as my fingers wrapped around his hardening flesh. “W-we n-need to get…to work!!” He gasped, arching backwards as I stroked him quickly, my free hand tugging off the towel.

“Don’t worry about work now, Waylon.” I murmured softly into his ear. I began pushing him towards the bedroom. “All I want you to worry about is me and you.” I instructed him onto the bed and dug around in my bedside drawer. I slid onto the bed, straddling his hips and pushing the bottle into his hand. He blinked at me, looking surprised.

“Um…Monty?” He questioned softly, eyes wide.

“Just do it already. I want to feel you inside me!” I growled out. Normally we’d never have sex before going to work, but I wanted Waylon to be in a good mood for as long as possible. ‘He should be sheltered from people’s hateful stares at work, but I’ll need to send him on errands in town later today…so for now, all I want is to see him happy! I know when I was in the hospital, he would have been worried sick about me! And now with our relationship becoming public knowledge, I’m sure there are people who won’t be kind about it! I want him to put any worries behind him for as long as possible! I just…wish I could shelter him from all the hurtful things that will be said. I can take anything they throw at us, but Waylon…he’s too sensitive for those kinds of things!’

Waylon set about preparing me. Once he was done, I carefully slid down his erection, frowning at the slight discomfort. It had been several weeks since I’d done this. I sat back on his thighs, my knees resting against his sides. “Are you alright?” He questioned, running his hands softly over my stomach.

“I’m fine! You worry too much about me!!” I said, linking my hands with his and pushing them over his head. I leaned down and kissed him as I began moving on him. He groaned softly, meeting every one of my thrusts with one of his own. We kept up a slow pace until I felt a pressure build in my lower belly. “Waylon…” I whispered in his ear, my voice was low and husky. I saw him shiver slightly as I spoke. “Please…I’m very close!” He nodded, unable to say anything. He rolled us over, still holding my hands, he began thrusting at a faster pace than I had been going. With anyone else, I would have been very quiet. But Waylon brought out some deep animalistic noises from me every time we made love. It was so unreal…so unlike me.

I watched his face as we moved against each other, his cheeks turned pink, his eyes would squeeze shut only to open quickly. His breath puffed out, I could feel it’s warmth on my face. I loved the feeling of his body pressing closely against mine, I could feel the muscles of his stomach clench and release as he thrust. His powerful legs were pressed up against mine, his knees resting along my hips. I leaned up, capturing his mouth with my own and kissing him passionately. I toyed with his tongue, dominating the kiss as he thrust into me. His hands tightened in mine and I pulled back from his mouth, knowing he was close. “Yes Waylon…come for me!” I encouraged him to go faster, pushing the slight discomfort from his knees pressing into my hips aside for the moment. I cried out loudly as I came around him, my body jerking from the force of it.

“Ahhh…I’m…” Waylon gasped, his warm seed spilling into me as he orgasmed. He collapsed carefully on me, burying his head into my shoulder. His hands released mine and we lay there, panting heavily. I felt so…drained and tired. It had been a very long time since I’d had sex twice in two days!! Waylon and I had had sex about once a week since we’d started dating, maybe twice. But after what had happened (and what was sure to happen) I felt he needed this alot more than I did. And I needed this quite a bit right now!! I blinked in surprise when I felt something warm on my shoulder. At first I thought Waylon was licking me, but when I felt his body shake, I knew he was crying.

“Oh…my poor dear Waylon!” I said sadly, my hands made their way into his hair and I began stroking them lovingly through his silky locks. “Why are you crying?” I asked softly, his head turned far enough so I could hear him when he spoke.

“I…I’m just…so happy that…you’re alive right now!!” He managed to say in between sobs. I chuckled lightly, kissing his head softly.

“You should know by now, it will take more than a little toxic waste to kill me!!” Waylon smiled, albeit shakily, and leaned up for a proper kiss. After we pulled back, I stroked his cheek affectionately.

“Well, we should get to work now. Are you up for it?” He nodded and by the time we had gotten ready, he seemed back to his normal self, for which I was grateful for!

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*Waylon’s POV*

I was in an exceptionally good mood today!! It was completely due to the fact that I’d had wonderful sex with my beautiful boyfriend after waking up that morning. (boyfriend, how I loved that word!!) I was practically singing as I tended to Monty’s needs. Thankfully I hadn’t had to run into anyone else yet! I’m not sure how I’d react if I saw Homer, Lenny or Carl right now! This morning when the two of us had entered the plant, there had been some, rude remarks about us coming to work late. All Monty had to do was glare and they would shut up. I wished I could be that intimidating sometimes, it would come in handy quite a bit! Monty called me into his office then, and I headed inside, smiling cheerfully at him.

“Waylon,” He said as I stopped at his desk, he seemed hesitant about what he wanted to say.

“Is everything alright?” I asked, a worried expression crossing my face.

“Oh, of course it is!” He said quickly, a small smile coming onto his face. I could tell it was forced though, and worry was evident in his eyes. “I placed an order for a few suits at Costingtons before that incident happened, and I was wondering if you could go pick them up for me?” I smiled, moving closer and placing my hand on his cheek.

“Of course I’ll pick them up! It’s no problem at all!” He still looked worried, but he gave a slight nod.

“Okay, if you’re alright with it. I’d go with but I have so much work to catch up on! And I only missed one day!!” I laughed softly and kissed him quickly before heading back around his desk.

“I’ll pick them up and be back before lunch!” I called out over my shoulder, giving a slight wave as I headed out of his office.

I drove to the store and headed into Costingtons, humming under my breath a happy smile on my face. I started towards the counter only to freeze as I felt eyes boring into my back. I frowned and turned around, spotting Marge Simpson and her baby Maggie. Her eyes were hostile, and she had a disgusted frown on her face. I felt my cheeks become hot and I turned quickly, wanting to get out of the store as quickly as possible. I moved to the counter to speak with the salesman there. “Can I help you?” The man asked, his voice was cold and I could tell he didn’t want me here.

“I came to pick up the suits that Montgomery Burns ordered.” I told the man, pushing my glasses up my nose.

“Of course you are.” He said, moving away from the counter and heading to an adjoining room to find the suits. I frowned at his back and sighed slightly leaning my back against the counter to wait for his return.

“I still can’t believe that Smithers and Mr. Burns are a couple! I mean, anyone who could stand that awful Burns deserves an award!!” I heard Helen Lovejoy’s distinct voice echo across the store. I frowned, feeling my cheeks heat with anger. ‘How dare she badmouth Monty!!’ I saw her standing in front of the door, talking with Marge.

“I know Helen, their relationship is an affront to nature!” Marge looked over Helen’s shoulder, her eyes meeting mine. I felt my anger come to a boiling point, and I turned around quickly to avoid walking over and yelling at that woman for her horrible comments. I tuned out Helen as she responded to what Marge said. The shopkeeper returned and handed me the suits, I thanked him and turned, walking quickly towards the door. Helen had turned around, probably due Marge looking over her shoulder. Surprisingly though, Helen had the good grace to give me an apologetic look as I moved closer. “Good day, ladies.” I said as I walked by them and headed out of the store. I was stopped as a hand gripped my arm. Blinking quickly, I turned to see, much to my surprise, Helen standing next to me.

“Look, I…I’m sorry about what I said about Mr. Burns…” My anger was derailed at the look on her face and I found myself unable to respond. “I didn’t realize you were standing there and my mouth works faster than my head most of the time. I just…think you deserve someone better than him.” She gave a small smile and my anger was pushed aside for now.

“It’s really alright. I know he may seem so cruel and uncaring, but I know the real him. Nobody but me is allowed to see that side of him. I’m happy with him, I really am.” She squeezed my arm slightly and let go.

“That’s good then! Don’t let anyone discourage you from being happy, no matter who it is!” I felt my heart lift at her words and smiled widely.

“Thank you! You don’t know how much that means to me, Helen.” We said our goodbyes and left our separate ways. I drove back to the plant and I was in just about as good a mood as I was this morning. Monty was on the phone as I entered his office, so I put his suits on the desk and leaned against the wood of it until he was finished. He set the phone in the receiver looking slightly worried. “Are you alright Monty?” I questioned, placing my hand on his shoulder.

“Oh I’m fine, it’s just we have to make an appearance at the fundraiser for the public library in two weeks, I’d forgotten about it.”

“Oh, right.” I felt a wave of apprehension sweep over me. I wasn’t sure I wanted to face the rest of the town, even after what Helen had said to me. Monty took my hand and squeezed it gently.

“It’ll be alright Waylon, I promise!” I smiled lightly, leaning closer to kiss him softly. The two of us then had lunch together, we talked about much more pleasant things than what people thought of our relationship.

“I…need to go on my rounds of the plant now, I’ll see you later.” I said once we were done eating. He smiled at me and I turned, leaving the office and heading to the elevators. I needed to make one stop before making my rounds, the 7G security station. I needed to speak with Homer Simpson about what had happened yesterday. I entered the booth and saw, with no surprise at all, the man in question sleeping on the job, slouching uncomfortably in the chair. I moved over to him and shook his shoulder. He jumped and looked around quickly as excuses fell from his mouth.

“Aah, um…I was just…resting my eyes! Oh!” He exclaimed when he saw it was me. “Uh…about yesterday…I’m really really sorry about it!! I didn’t mean to blurt it out!! And it was bad enough that I said it in front of Lenny and Carl, but I accidently let it slip to Marge as well!!” He had a look of panic on his face and I decided to interject before he got himself even more worked up.

“Homer, its alright really! It was bound to become public knowledge eventually. It just…didn’t come out the way I wanted it to.” Homer scratched his head looking sheepish.

“Oh…um…” He glanced up at me, and he sat straighter suddenly. “You should come to dinner at my house tonight!” I blinked quickly, surprise crossing my face. I fiddled with my glasses as I answered.

“I…don’t think that’s such a good idea…” I said softly, frowning slightly.

“Oh come on! I want to apologize for spilling your secret, please?” He asked, a hopeful expression on his face. I sighed slightly, rubbing the back of my head.

“A-alright Homer, what time do you want me there?” I asked, thinking this was a bad idea. He told me to meet him after work. I left after that, feeling slightly nauseous as I made my rounds of the plant.

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*Waylon’s POV*

It was time for the end of work, and I felt my apprehension reappear. “Waylon, it will be alright! It’s just dinner!” Monty told me, walking downstairs with me. I sighed slightly, giving him a small smile as he tried to cheer me up.

“I know Monty. I…I know Marge isn’t too fond of me, so I’m worried of what she’ll say. I’m sure Homer didn’t tell his wife I was coming to dinner tonight and…” Monty cut me off by kissing me deeply. I felt my concerns melt away as his hands tugged lightly on my hair. The two of us pulled back quickly as someone cleared their throat. I turned to see a blushing Homer, his eyes looking everywhere but at us. “Oh…hello Homer…” I said, flushing darkly as Monty chuckled lightly.

“Hello…Mr. Smithers, Mr. Burns…” He shifted slightly. “Ready?”

“Just a moment.” I told him, watching as he gave a nod, walking over to stand next to his car. I turned to Monty, seeing an amused look on his face. “Please be careful driving!” I told my love, he laughed and patted my cheek gently.

“Don’t be such a worry wort!! I’ll be fine! And I’ll be waiting for you to get home! Everything will be fine!” I smiled and told him goodbye before walking over to Homer, I gave him a small smile before getting into the passenger side of the car. The drive to the Simpson house was fairly quiet, but I wasn’t complaining. My stomach was churning uncomfortably as we stopped in front of his house. I took a deep breath before exiting the car and I followed Homer to the house.

“Marge! I’m home!” Homer called out as we entered the house. I shut the door behind me, and stood there waiting for the inevitable anger of the blue-haired woman.

“Welcome home!” Marge said, entering the room from the kitchen. She saw me standing behind her husband and froze. Her mouth was just a slit now as she spoke next. “Um…Homer, could I have a word with you, now!” Her voice was filled with suppressed anger. The two of them left the room, leaving me alone in the foyer. Well, not entirely. I could see Homer’s children Lisa and Bart poking their heads around the corner of what appeared to be the front room. I gave them a smile and a slight wave, and was just wondering where the baby was when she walked up to me, falling when she reached me. I squatted down and helped her stand.

“There we are! Are you alright there little Maggie?” I asked, smiling softly as she gripped one of my fingers. Bart and Lisa moved closer to us, I was going to stand up, but Maggie wouldn’t let go of my finger.

“She wants you to pick her up.” Lisa told me and I blinked in surprise. I’d never really been around many babies before. I picked her up, holding her in the crook of my arm and chuckling as her lips curled into a smile under her pacifier. “What are you doing here anyway?” The curious young girl asked and I looked down at her.

“Well, your father invited me to dinner tonight. I didn’t realize he hadn’t asked your mother about it though.”

“Yeah, Homer does stuff like that a lot!” Bart told me as Maggie gripped my nose, I smiled at the little girl and felt an ache in my heart. ‘I’ll never have a child of my own, will I?’ Marge and Homer returned, the former still looking angry, especially when she saw me holding her daughter. I frowned slightly, and set Maggie down on the floor, patting her head softly.

“Well, let’s have dinner then.” Marge muttered, motioning us into the dining room. Bart and Lisa insisted that I sit in-between them, both of the children chatting amiably with me as we ate dinner. I was grateful for the conversation, it kept me from caring about the glares Marge was sending my way. About half-way through dinner, Lisa asked a question that completely shocked me, not to mention everyone at the table.

“Mr. Smithers, how come you’ve never had a child?” She asked, it was an innocent enough question, but for me…it was fairly painful. ‘Because…’ I said to myself. ‘The only person I’d want to have a child with, is the one that it is physically impossible to have one with!’

“Um…well, that’s not really a proper question to ask me at the dinner table, Lisa.” I murmured, feeling my cheeks turn red.

“It’s not a proper question to ask him anywhere!” I heard Marge mutter under her breath. I ignored her and turned to the young girl at my side.

“Well, why not?” Lisa asked, her wide eyes looking up at me.

“Um…w-well…” I stuttered, fiddling with my glasses on my face.

“Because the only people he likes are the ones who can’t bear children!” Marge said, louder than before. I felt anger rush through me and stood quickly. “Like that awful, Burns…” She muttered this part under her breath, but I could tell by the look on her children’s faces that they had heard.

“Marge…” I said, barely able to keep my voice down, my hands were shaking with anger. “That is a highly private matter and I don’t wish to discuss it with anyone. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I think I should be leaving now.” I spun on my heel and headed out of the room, I was just about ready to open the front door, when a small hand grabbed mine. I stopped and turned, feeling my anger dissolve as I looked into Lisa Simpsons wide eyes. “Oh, hello there.”

“Um…sorry about asking that question Mr. Smithers…” She said, looking down at the floor. I reached down and rubbed her head softly.

“It’s quite alright, little Lisa.”

“Could I…a-ask you something?” She asked as Bart moved over to us, holding Maggie’s hand.

“Sure.”

“Did my mom mean that…you like Mr. Burns?” I found myself blushing and I scratched my nose in embarrassment. ‘Of course she’d pick up on that! She’s such a smart little girl.’

“Uh…well, yes…” I said softly, her hand squeezed mine gently and I smiled down at her. “Well, I should be going now. It was really nice to talk with you, both of you.” I said, including Bart in my statement. I reached down and patted both Lisa and Maggie on the head. Bart reached out his hand to me, I smiled at him and shook his offered hand.

“I don’t care what my mom says. I think it’s really cool that you and Mr. Burns are together. I mean…it shouldn’t matter who you like, should it?” He asked and I was surprised to see such a hopeful look on his face, and I could tell that he liked someone who he thought it was wrong to like.

“No Bart, it doesn’t matter who you like, as long as you are happy!” He smiled brightly at me.

“Okay! I need to go call Milhouse now!!” He took off running and I smiled, having a good idea who it was that he liked. I said goodbye to the two girls and opened the front door.

“Hey, Mr. Smithers?” I turned around to see Homer walking towards me. “Do you want me to drive you home?” He asked and I smiled slightly.

“That would be great, thank you Homer!” The two of us walked to his car. We both slid into the car, after Homer was behind the wheel, he turned to me.

“Um…to Burns’ Manor, right?” He asked hesitantly, I smiled and nodded. When we pulled through the gates of the manor, he said softly. “I’m…sorry about my wife. I didn’t realize she’d react like that! I never knew she was against gays like that!” I was touched by his concern and smiled lightly.

“It’s fine, really. I know not everyone likes the idea of two men being together like that, so it’s not really that much of a surprise.” Homer stopped right before the stairs. “Oh…how are Lenny and Carl faring now?” I asked, my hand resting on the handle of the door.

“Oh! They made up after you had talked with them yesterday. They seemed pretty lovey-dovey afterword, even at work!”

“Good, good.” I said, smiling at him. “Well, I’ll see you at work tomorrow then!” He agreed and I exited the car, waving slightly at him, then turning and hurrying up the stairs. I found Monty asleep on the couch with a book on his lap, I stroked his face lovingly. I lifted him into my arms and carried him upstairs. I stripped off his jacket, shoes, and pants and slid him into bed. I then stripped to my boxers and crawled next to him, wrapping my arms around him I fell asleep with my love curled up against me.

Tbc

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