Date: Mon, 17 Feb 2014 20:57:57 +0000 From: B S <hotboy__28@hotmail.com> Subject: Accidents will Happen - Chapter 28 This story is a work of FICTION. The events described are my own invention. Any similarities to actual events or persons are strictly coincidental. The author retains the copyright, and any other rights, to this original story. You may not publish it or any part of it without my explicit authorization. This story contains depictions of consensual sexual acts between teenage male and an older male. It is intended for mature audiences only. If you find this type of material offensive or if you are under the legal age to read said material; please proceed no further. The Author by no means condones the actions in this story. Thank you to all who have taken the time to message me. I very much appreciate your feedback and comments and love to hear from you guys who read the story. Please feel free to send any comments to hotboy__28@hotmail.com Accidents will Happen Chapter 28 Dylan smiled at me, the emotion clear on his face, I had never felt a love this strong before and it scared me a little. "Dylan there is a police officer here who is going to want to talk to you about what happened. They are treating it as attempted murder and a hate crime." Dylan's face changed as if a cloud had just shut out the sunshine in his life. "Dan I don't remember anything about what happened. I remember you getting in the shower to go to work and I remember you wiggling you sexy ass at me" Dylan giggled as his face lit up just a little, "but after that I don't remember anything." "Why did you leave the house babe?" I asked, trying not to give him any information that he might eventually remember himself. "I have no idea, I don't even remember getting ready to go out let alone actually going out." Not being able to remember was scaring Dylan and I could see the tears starting to well up in his eyes. "Maybe I should check my phone Dan, maybe there is something on there" Dylan said as if having a little brainwave. "Sorry baby the person who did this to you also stole your phone after they knocked you down." "What the fuck, they stole my phone. That had all our selfie pics Dan, all the pics of when we went out together, all my memories of us" Dylan's tears started to cascade down his cheeks, the look of sadness on his face slowly and painfully breaking my heart. I wrapped my arms around him, being as gentle as I could, and hugged him. I wanted to squeeze him tightly but knew I couldn't. Dylan placed an arm around my waist and buried his face into my chest as he sobbed. "Look at me Dylan." Dylan looked up with his crystal blue eyes flooded with tears and it brought back in a flash the very moment I had first looked in to them and I shivered slightly. I placed a hand gently on each of his cheeks "Our memories aren't lost in your phone, they are securely kept and guarded in here" I said as I placed my right hand on his chest over his heart. "That's where our memories are baby." Dylan stretched up to me slightly and slid his had around the base of my neck pulling me down towards him. Our lips touched in a moment before I felt him apply more pressure to my neck drawing me in closer and kissing me long and hard. It suddenly felt as if the world had stopped turning, time had stood still and we were the only people on the planet. I gently ran my hand down the front of his chest towards the beginning of the bed sheet. I slipped my hand under the sheet and found Dylan's hardness. I squeezed it gently and he moaned quietly in my ear as the pleasure he felt made him break off the kiss and rest his cheek against mine. I removed my hand suddenly remembering where I was and stepped away from Dylan. The look of passion on his face was only eclipsed by the obvious bulge in the sheet. "It seems not all of your bones are broken baby?" I said giggling. "You fucker Dan, look what you've done" Dylan said sheepishly. "I need this to go down quickly before Mom comes back or one of the nurses comes in." "Or one of the Doctors cums" I said starting to laugh. Dylan looked at me and scowled. "Don't laugh it's not funny" he said as his scowl turned in to a grin and then his grin turned in to a chuckle. "Ohh, oww, don't make me laugh it hurts" he said as his chuckle developed in to a more hearty laugh and he held the side if his chest. For some reason this made me laugh more and before long I was in a near hysterical state, tears running down my eyes. I moved over to the chair I had slept in and sat down, the laughing wearing me out. "Oh Dylan you make me laugh so much" I said temporarily forgetting the situation we were both in and momentarily recapturing my composure. As we both finished laughing the door of the room opened and Dylan's mom walked in. "Oh we do seem to have woken up" she said hearing the laughter finally die out. I quickly grabbed one of the pillows Dylan had on his bed and chucked it over his lap to hide his predicament as Jane turned to close the door. Dylan smiled and winked at me and mouthed "Thank you." Jane walked over to her son and planted and tender kiss on his forehead. "How you feeling sweetie?" she asked gently stroking his cheek. "I'm ok Mom, very sore, but ok. Dan here has been keeping me entertained" he replied looking directly at me with his cheeky smile. "I hope he hasn't over excited you, you need to rest he should know that" Jane replied looking at me and smiling warmly. "Fat chance of any over excitement in here" Dylan replied with a tut. "Well if you're not over excited do you think you feel up to talking to Officer Sharp? He's been outside waiting patiently for hours." "Mom I don't remember anything about the accident, I already told Dan" Dylan said looking scared. "Come on Dylan, talking to Officer Sharp might help you remember" I said getting up from the chair and taking hold of his hand. "We need to find the people who did this to you; we can't let them get away with it." Dylan looked at me, tears beginning to fill his eyes again. I squeezed his hand "Its ok Dylan I will be here with you through all of it, you won't be alone." Dylan smiled lightly as a single tear rolled down his cheek and on to the sheet. "I'm scared, I'm not sure I want to remember what happened" he said squeezing my hand and the emotion catching in his voice as the first tear was joined by a second and a third. "I know you're scared baby, I know this is difficult but if these people can do it to you then they can do it to someone else too, imagine how you'd feel then" I said feeling really shitty as I played on his warm loving humane side. I knew that the thought of what had happened to him happening to another kid would be a dreadful image for Dylan and one he couldn't let happen. "Ok" he said quietly as he lowered his head, looking straight down at the bed. "I know I shouldn't be so selfish." This last comment almost tore my heart from my body. "Dylan you never have been and never will be a selfish person and I am so sorry if that's how I made you feel. You've been through an extremely traumatic experience and it's wrong for me to pressure you in to talking to the police if you don't think you're ready to do so. I put my personal need for retribution before your needs and I am so sorry." Dylan raised his head and looked me in the eyes, "Doc, if it wasn't for you I wouldn't be here so the least I can do is help you recover from this too by trying to remember and helping the police." Dylan never ceased to surprise me, this was one of the reasons I loved him so much, he had a level of maturity that belied his years. I had had brief relationships with guys my own age in the past and not one of them had ever shown the level of maturity Dylan did. "I am so proud of you baby" I said squeezing his had once more. Dylan gave me a little smile but not one of confidence or preparedness but one of fear and trepidation, a smile of uncertainty and pain. I could tell from that one smile Dylan new more than he had let on and he was now resigned to letting us in to a place he thought he had locked away. Both he and I knew we were about to open a door to a whole lot of hurt for Dylan and I, the person who was supposed to love him and protect him had led him to that door, put the key in the lock and was now pushing him to open it. "Ok let's get this over with" Dylan said gesturing to his mom to open the door.