Date: Wed, 5 Sep 2012 21:26:30 +0000
From: B S <hotboy__28@hotmail.com>
Subject: Accidents will Happen - Chapter 6

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Accidents will Happen

Chapter 6

Dylan picked up his Jeans and realized that his boxers were still in my
bedroom.  I walked with him, hand in hand to the bedroom where just a few
hours earlier Dylan and I had romped passionately.  As he bent over to pick
up his boxers Dylan looked back at me at wiggled his ass. I couldn't help
but laugh out loud as this cheeky, beautiful kid wiggled his ass like an
exotic dancer.

Dylan slipped his boxers on and then his jeans leaving just his hairless
and magically toned body on view.  We walked back to the kitchen to collect
his t-shirt from the back of the chair where I'd put it to dry.  Dylan
grabbed it and looked back at me before slipping it over his head and
pulling it down to cover his body.

"Awwww no fair" I whined sarcastically at the removal of Dylan's body from
view.

Dylan placed a long, loving kiss on my lips before squeezing my cock
reminding me that I was still naked.

"Ah ok, I see your point" I said as I crouched down to pick up my scrubs
from the floor

"No Doc I actually think I can see your point" Dylan retorted with a cute
school boy giggle.

I pulled up my bottoms and then put my top on covering my body.

"Awww no fair" Dylan whined at me again sarcastically.  This time it was my
turn to giggle like a school boy as I grabbed him and pulled him in to me
hugging him like my life depended on it.

Dylan looked at me and smiled "Doc, that accident really hurt but I'm so
glad it happened, it brought me to you."

I looked at Dylan struggling to put in to words how his last statement made
me feel.  I decided I couldn't find the right words so I just kissed him
again and hugged him some more. I was falling for this kid big time and I
knew next to nothing about him.

Our peace was suddenly broken by the noise of his cell phone ringing.

"Hey Mom, yeah I'm fine, I'm so sorry if I scared you I just came off my
bike on a patch of wet greasy leaves but luckily the Doc was there to sort
me out" Dylan winked at me and poked his tongue out as he continued talking
to him Mom.  "Ok Mom see you in 5."  Dylan hung up and looked down at the
floor his mood suddenly changing.

"What's up Dylan?" I asked worried that something his Mom had said had
upset him.

"I'll be leaving in a few minutes and I don't want to go" he replied
looking at me like someone about to eat his last meal on death row.

"Dylan, this isn't the end, you're not getting rid of me that easily" I
said reassuring him. "Look, you know where I live and here's my cell
number, here's my email and here's my Skype. But I want you to know I WANT
you in my life period."

Dylan flashed me his trademark grin which made my heart melt, ran up to me
and hugged me tightly.

"Good because I want you in my life too Doc, I really like you."

Our hug was broken by my doorbell ringing.  Dylan collected his things as I
went to open the door and tried to look official.

I opened the door and was greeted by a petite woman, 5'5", 110lbs. blonde
hair and probably in her late 30's.

"Dr. Thomson?"

"Yes that's me, but please call me Dan.  You must be Mrs. Henderson, please
do come in.  Dylan's just using the bathroom."

Dylan's mum walked through the door and she carried herself impeccably, she
was a lady with class and self assurance.

"Dr. Thomson, I can't thank you enough for taking care of Dylan it was so
very kind of you" she said as we waited for Dylan to emerge from the
bathroom.

"Oh Mrs. Henderson, it's my pleasure.  I wouldn't be much of a Dr. if I
left a young man like Dylan injured on the road now would I?"  "He's been
no trouble at all, in fact he was very compliant and took the treatment
very well." I continued as Dylan came out of the bathroom.  "Moooomm!"
Dylan cried as he ran to her and flung his arms round her.  "I'm so sorry
that I worried you, but the Doc here took real good care of me."

"I am just happy you're alright Dylan, and thank you again Dr. Thomson I
know Dylan can be a handful sometimes."

I chuckled, "Lady he's a damn mouthful too" I thought to myself.

I looked at Dylan and knew he was thinking the same thing as a cheeky, sexy
grin crossed his face.

I handed Dylan's Mom my card, "If you or Dylan's Physician needs to know
anything about the treatment or accident just give me a call.  I work odd
shifts in the ER so if I don't reply straight away I'll get back to you as
soon as I can."

"Ok we had better be going now Dylan" said his Mom as they headed towards
the door. "Let's get out of Dr. Thomson's way he looks beat after that
night shift."

I opened the door for Dylan and his Mom.  Dylan turned to me and hugged me
right in front of his Mom.

"Thanks for everything Doc, you were so kind to help me."

I hugged him back awkwardly not knowing how to handle the situation.

"He's a real tactile soul" said Dylan's Mom as if feeling my awkwardness.
"Ever since his Father died he's been tactile will male role models, it's
almost as if he's making up for the fact that his father wasn't really a
touchy feely person. I'm sure you'll get used to it."

Dylan and his Mom walked out onto the front and I got Dylan's bike and
placed it in the back of a nice, fairly new Lexus SUV.

They got in to the car and Dylan smiled at me looking through me with his
beautiful blue eyes. I waved at them as they drove off and walked back to
my front door.

Two things had struck me from my conversation with Jane Henderson; firstly,
Dylan had lost his Father, I don't know how long ago but I guessed recently
and secondly she'd said "I'm sure you'll get used to it" when referring to
Dylan's hugging of me.  The second comment struck me as an odd thing for
his Mom to say to a complete stranger.

I walked in to the front door just in time to hear my cell phone beep.  I
prayed to God it wasn't the hospital needing me to go in Dylan's mom was
right, I was totally beat.  I picked up my phone and clicked on the button
to read the text message;

"Missing you already, MWAH.. D xxx."