Date: Tue, 13 Nov 2007 16:59:10 -0600
From: Extreme Writer <extremewriter9@gmail.com>
Subject: Lifeline: Chapter 6.

***Disclaimer***

This story contains writings in which things of a sexually explicit nature
performed between males are portrayed. If this material offends you, then
read no further. Also, the characters in this story have no resemblance to
anyone. Not your friend John, your cousin Harry, or that guy across the
street who always keeps his blinds shut. For those of you who have decided
to stick around, you may E-mail comments, questions, suggestions, or
anything else your hearts desire to: extremewriter9@gmail.com. Now, with
all that out of the way, I present to you readers...

Lifeline: Chapter 6.

From Mark's perspective.

My neck was killing me and my head still hurt, but the seizures, chills,
and dizziness had all stopped a week and a half ago. I was released to go
home. Brett picked me up from the hospital and took me home. I had to stay
home for a while, and that was going to suck! I had to wear a neck brace
for two more weeks so that the twisted muscles in my neck could heal
properly. The operation had gone well but it couldn't be performed until
the seizures and dizziness had completely stopped, and had been for at
least three days. I also had to keep mostly still and was only allowed to
walk if it was absolutely necessary.

"You do know I'm going to hate this, right?" I asked Brett.

"I know, sweetheart, but I'll try to make it easier for you by being here
as much as I can. When you are better, we can go see your mom if you still
want to."

Since Brett had gotten the adoption process completed while I was in the
hospital, I had expressed an interest in going to see both my mom and my
fourteen-year-old brother, Brian. Mom had allowed him to stay with her
after she made me leave. I don't know why it turned out that way, but it
had. It didn't really bother me, though. He had found me on MSN several
weeks before and I had talked to him a little.

From the conversation logs of Mark Chancellor...

Mark. Adoption process started! says: Hey Brian. How did you find me?

Brian H says: it wasn't hard u r known all over the net i just searched
around and found ur msn info

Mark. Adoption process started! says: Figured as much. I tried to post that
at random sites to see if you would somehow find me. Why the "H" in your
name?

Brian H says: mom went back to her original name after u left do u remember
what it was well it was Holt so yeah thats my last name now

Mark. Adoption process started! says: Oh. I see. So how is she? She let you
stay. Do you know why she let you stay, but made me leave?

Brian H says: i have no idea she cries a lot though and 4 a little while
she would wonder where u were and if u were all right its cool that u have
someone 2 live with is he cool?

Mark. Adoption process started! says: Yeah, very much so. He found me lying
in the street. He almost ran over me which is what I wanted. I laid in the
street because I wanted to die. He saved my life and eventually showed me
that there is a use for living. I'm happy here. I would like to come and
see you guys sometime but I can't ever forgive Mom for what she did. I just
want you to understand that. I love her still, but I can't forgive her for
kicking me out like that.

Brian H says: yeah i understand i wouldnt be able 2 either i think she will
understand and i think she would be happy if u came 2 see us

Mark. Adoption process started! says: I'll talk to Brett and see what we
can do. I guess some of my stuff is still over there, like other clothes
and stuff?

Brian H says: yeah all ur stuff is she never moved anything she hoped some
day u would come back so she left everything the way u had it everything is
covered in dust but its there and i dont guess its goin anywhere

Mark. Adoption process started! says: Cool. Well I'll talk to Brett. I need
to go. talk later. Love you.

Brian H says: cool man love u 2 i hope 2 see u soon peace

Since that conversation several weeks before, I had talked to my mom on the
phone once and I explained everything to her. She said she understood and
said that she was surprised I even wanted to see her.

Brett rolled onto his side to face me. I was pretty much confined to my
back which really got on my nerves. I had managed to convince Brett that I
didn't need to wear the neck brace. It didn't allow me to turn my head much
and it felt like it was going to choke me to death. Once I quit wearing it,
my neck actually felt better and what little pain I got when turning my
head was bearable. It would probably take longer for my neck muscles to
heal without it, but I didn't care. I refused to be more uncomfortable than
I already was. It had been about an hour since we had returned from the
hospital and I was already getting restless.

"Do you need anything?" Brett asked, gently stroking my forehead.

"No," I said. "Just stay here for a while. I love you."

" I love you too, always," Brett said.

He leaned over me, and kissed me. His kiss felt very controlled, as if he
was trying to hold back a river of feelings.

"Don't do that," I said.

"Don't do what?" He asked, sounding confused.

"Don't hold back. It's not good for your health."

He gently lifted me up slightly, kissed me again, letting himself go, and
really getting into the kiss. I kissed him back with as much feeling as I
could. We had been able to hold hands in the hospital but we had restricted
our kissing to that which a father and son might share. Now we could kiss
with as much passion as we wanted and I was glad. I missed Brett's
passionate side. It would be the only way I would be able to get through
the next few weeks of being practically bedridden.

After we broke apart for air, Brett gently turned me onto my right side. He
was on his left side, thus facing me. It took me a second to adjust my
neck, but I actually liked it. On my back, it felt like the muscles at the
back of my neck were pulling themselves downward. On my side, though, the
pressure was taken off of those muscles and it felt much better.

"I think I like my side better," I said. "It doesn't feel like my muscles
are trying to pull themselves apart."

"Are you sure you don't just like it because we can kiss easier this way?"
He asked.

"Well, that is a plus, but it really does feel better."

"I'm glad," Brett said, before kissing me again.

I wrapped my arms around his wide, muscled torso and gave him as good of a
hug as I could. The muscles in my neck and across my shoulder blades
hollered in protest, but I ignored them. The pain caused by hugging my
lifeline was bearable and well worth it.

Brett and I just held each other for a long time, gently kissing and
sometimes just lying there breathing together. I decided to change the
mood, so I wrapped my hand gently around Brett's soft cock and squeezed
gently but firmly.

Brett held me closer and kissed me again. We kept this up for a while, me
gently stroking him with one hand, kissing, and using my other hand to run
my fingers gently over his large balls.

When his precum started to flow faster than usual, I slowly twisted myself
so that my feet were at the head of the bed and gently took the head of his
cock in my mouth. I felt like I had been deprived of food for months. I
reveled in the taste of Brett while he shivered slightly. After a few
minutes of alternating between sucking him, licking his balls, and gently
licking his ass, I felt him lean forward and gently put his velvety lips
around my cock. I almost died! I couldn't hold back despite all my efforts,
so as soon as Brett's lips closed around the head of my cock, he was
rewarded with all I had. This caused him to reward me with what seemed like
two months worth of his essence, which I held in my mouth. I twisted around
so that I was facing him again, and we kissed, sharing ourselves between us
until all our collective cum was gone.

"So, you missed me, huh?" He said quietly in his deep, calm voice that
always made me shiver.

"I really didn't, I said, lightly tickling the back of his neck with the
tips of my fingers. "It's all an act, you know?"

"you're a damn good actor, then," He said. I could hear him smile.

He hugged me to him, and all of a sudden, I felt exhausted with
happiness. I cried myself to sleep with Brett's strong arms around me and
his hand lightly moving up and down my back.

I was running down a long street.  It was totally dark, and I didn't have
my cane.  I was running blindly, with no sense of direction.  I couldn't
figure out where I was and was getting increasingly scared the more I ran.
I was running from something, I new not what.  I had a sneaky suspicion
that it just might be myself.  I did have a lot to run from, at least I
thought so.

I continued to run until my strength left me completely.  Exhausted, I
collapsed on the ground.  I laid on the hard concrete of the street, trying
to regain some of my strength.  I was most unsuccessful.  Even when I heard
the running feet behind me, and then the cocking of the gun, I was only
able to stand up enough to notice that there were three people in front of
me.  I didn't know who any of them were.  I heard them yelling, one young
male voice crying in panic for the others not to shoot him.  Then I heard
the other two scream at him.  The gun fired, I jumped to my left, and felt
the icy pain shoot through my shoulder.  Then I ran as hard as I could.
Somehow I made it back to my customary spot, heart pounding with fear and
my shoulder aching like hell.

"Baby, baby, wake up! It's okay! It's okay!"

Brett's arms were around me, shaking slightly which they do whenever he's
scared or nervous.  I noticed then that tears were streaming down my face
and my shoulder was throbbing and aching.

"Old dream?" Brett asked in his quiet father's voice with just a touch of
lover's caring in it.

"Yeah.  It was quite a heroic act but I was so scared.  The dream was so
fucking real, like I was in that time again.  I was running from the gang,
falling to the street with exhaustion, then taking the bullet in the
shoulder for the other kid and running away back to my spot." I said all
this very quickly before I could lose my nerve.  I felt like I had to talk
about it but at the same time was scared to.  I felt bad putting all my
problems on Brett, but he had told me plenty of times before that he needed
me to do that, because I wouldn't make any progress toward recovery
otherwise.

"Who says I need to recover from anything?" I asked, a bit indignant.

"Trust me, you do.  I know it, and you know it if you will just admit it to
yourself."

I just scowled at Brett for a couple minutes, then finally relented and
told him that maybe I did need a little help.  Brett just sighed one of
those sighs that I hate.  It's the sigh that says, "You have so much to
learn, and I wish I could tell you, but it's better for you to be ignorant
for the time being."

After I calmed down from the dream, Brett turned me to face him and kissed
me gently. Then I felt his mood change from plain loving to seriously
loving, if that makes any sense.

"Mark, I love you," He started.  "Always remember that.  I know this is
going to be hard for you, because you don't like to be still or even worse,
out of action, as it were.  I'm here to listen to you complain, so complain
as much as you feel you need to, but stick to the orders.  You know as well
as I do that if you don't it'll take even longer for you to heal.  Did you
send the e-mail yet asking if you could get your assignments e-mailed to
you so that you won't fall behind?"

"Yeah," I said gloomily.  "I did, and they said that they would let it
happen, but it was more up to the teachers themselves whether or not they
wanted to do it.  I sent them individual e-mails explaining the situation.
All of them promised me that they would e-mail assignments and would expect
them back in the same time as the others would have them back unless I had
a valid excuse.  A lot of them also said more personal things like they
hope I get well soon and stuff.  Mr.  Alan even said he'd try to watch my
back so I didn't have to be looking over my shoulder all the time for
troublemakers.  I just had to laugh because he's a pretty small guy that I
couldn't picture fighting anyone."

"You're pretty damn small yourself," Brett said with a chuckle, "but you
can put up a damn good fight."

"I suppose," I said grudgingly.

Changing the subject, I said, "this coming weekend, can we try to go see my
mom and Brian?"

"Depends on how you feel," Brett said seriously.  "You better be honest
with me, because I will know if you aren't."

"Oh yeah?" I challenged.  "And how exactly will you know?"

"Trust me," he said, kissing me gently.  "I always know."

That's Brett for you, ever confident, ever sure of himself. It turned out
that we didn't go that weekend because I was still in too much pain. We
did, however, go at a later date.

I fell asleep after a few more kisses exchanged between Brett and I, and
had no more reliving dreams.  I was glad.  I wasn't yet to the point where
I would hate to sleep.  That would come later.

When I woke up again, I felt as if I had been hit over the head with a
two-ton brick.  My shoulder still hurt.  I guessed that the bullet had
moved to a new place in my shoulder.  I told Brett of my guess and he
agreed with me.

"If indeed it has moved," he said.  "We will have to get it removed.  I
refuse to let you be in any type of pain what so ever."

"Well," I said.  "I've already had several surgeries in a short amount of
time which must have all been pretty expensive."

"Don't worry," Brett said quietly.  "I will worry about the money.  You
just concentrate on getting well.  Don't feel bad because I love you enough
that in time the removal surgery will pay for itself.  Just kiss me and let
the guilt go, because it is unnecessary."

I did just that.  I kissed him over and over again, trying to convey every
ounce of love I felt for him.  That was of course impossible, but I gave it
my best shot.  He hugged me back hard and I did the same to him, even
though my neck and shoulders, especially my left one, screamed in agony.

I continued kissing him for a long time, then licked down his body very
slowly.  I had to do it even slower than usual which was fine with me.  I
had to do it slower than usual because I kept having to move my body in
different ways so as not to put too much pressure on my neck and shoulder
muscles.

When I finally got to his cock, I gently sucked just the head.  I ran my
tongue around the place where his ample foreskin usually was, tasting all
of him.  I had his foreskin pulled all the way back in order to fully
experience him.  Near his cock head was where most of his flavor was, so I
naturally spent a lot of time there.  Brett laid there, shivering slightly
and moaning gently, almost to himself.  Every once in a while I would pinch
one of his nipples gently to which he would respond by giving my cock an
extra firm suck.

The way Brett sucked me was awesome! He would start by gently putting his
lips around the head, and follow it with gentle swipes of his tongue.  Not
only were they gentle, they were agonizingly slow.  As I got closer, he
would tighten his lips, start to lick faster with his tongue, and
deep-throat me.  He would continue to deep-throat me until right before I
came, then slowly, with his lips as tight around my shaft as possible, go
all the way back up my cock until just the head was in his mouth.  He would
give very small gentle licks to my piss slit until I came.  He would do as
I did, which was to hold my cum in his mouth until we could share it
between us.  I guess just like rimming, snowballing was something we both
liked doing for no real reason other than it felt good.

After we were both sated, I somehow managed to twist myself around until I
was once again face-to-face with Brett.  I put my arms around him, then
moved my left leg in between both of his legs, and bent it up so that my
thigh was pressed against the crack of his ass.  My right leg was stretched
out against his left leg, and the entire fronts of our bodies were pressed
together.  This may seem like a really strange and uncomfortable position,
but it isn't.  It's the closest we could get to each other, so we did it
often.

I kissed him gently again and attempted to put my head on his chest.  This
was the final step in the joining of us.  We would be in the position
described before with my head on his chest and his chin resting lightly on
the top of my head.  His arms would be around my back just as mine would be
around his.  His hands would move lightly over my back and ass.  He had
this way of making it so that it was loving rather than sexual, even to me.
My attempt to put my head on his chest was very unsuccessful.  My head had
only gotten about half way there when a fiery pain zoomed through my neck
and shoulder muscles.  I compensated by putting my face level with Brett's
and letting our lips barely touch.

"I like this position better," I said.

"As do I," He said.  "You can still lick my nipples whenever you wish."

That was why I usually put my head on his chest so that I could lick his
extremely sensitive nipples whenever I got the urge.

We stayed in that position for a long time just quietly holding each other.
If I could, I would have stayed in that position all day, but it was not to
be.  Brett said he had some work to do and he also wanted me to try to get
some of my school assignments done.  I grudgingly agreed.  I felt okay, but
I just hated school work in general.  Brett was kind enough to bring me my
laptop so I could start.  It took me two hours to finish my Algebra,
English, and Biology assignments.  Brett had to help me with the Algebra
assignment as always.  He wasn't the best at Algebra, but he was a hell of
a lot better than me, and between the two of us we managed to figure it out
most of the time.  For those times when we were both totally stumped, we
had found a good site on which to find answers to all different types of
mathematical questions.

After I was done with all my work, I logged on to msn to see if anyone
interesting was around.  I noticed with some degree of annoyance that Brian
was not online.  I did see Tim, Nathan, Rick, and Dennis.  All of them sent
me messages all at once asking me how I was.  I answered them all that I
was fine and that it would still be a couple more weeks before I got back.
Nathan asked me about coming over after I was better, and I said I'd still
have to talk to Brett about it.  All the others pretty much left me alone
after I told them how I was.  Nathan was always the one to never shut up.
I think the longest I've ever text chatted with him on IM was three and a
half hours, and the longest time I've talked to him on the phone was eight
hours.  Don't ask me what we found to talk about in that amount of time,
because God only knows, and I am not God, so I sure as fuck don't know.

I finally got Nathan to shut up by telling him I was getting tired and
wanted to go to sleep.  Really, I was getting sick of his chatter about
nothing, and Brett had been lying next to me for the last ten minutes
gently kissing my forehead and he was making me hard.

Turning to him, I gently kissed him.

"Was I bothering you, sweetheart?" He asked.

"Yeah, you were," I said.  "It doesn't matter though.  It was in a good
way.  I was getting sick of him anyway.  He's a good friend, always has
been, but he has this tendency to talk incessantly.  By the way, at some
point in the not-too-distant future, he wants to come over here."

"That will be fine and we can make the arrangements when that time comes,
but right now I want to lay here and kiss you for a while because I love
you."

I smiled and kissed him gently but firmly.  We kept this up for a while,
then I put my head against his forehead and fell asleep.

I was lying on my back in a cold place. I wasn't sure where I was, but I
felt really scared as if something really awful was going to happen. Next
thing I knew, something that felt like the barrel of a gun hit me hard on
the right side of my face.

"Stay still, bitch!" A cold voice said in my left ear.

I did as the unknown voice asked. I was so scared I didn't know what else
to do. The next thing I felt was a metal pipe slip between my lips.

"Drink up!" The voice said again.

I just laid there, holding my breath.

"Drink it, god damn it! Drink it!" The same voice said again. The barrel
hit me again. I had no choice. I did. Whatever the substance was, it tasted
horrible!

Some time passed. I knew not how much. I felt strange, as if I was lying in
a cool, light rain shower. Then the visions started. Somehow in some remote
part of my brain, I knew that they were drug-induced, but the drug itself
(which I later found out was Acid) kept me from fully realizing that the
visions were in fact in my mind. Then the scared feelings came. Wave after
wave of fear swept over me. The visions became more clear and more scary. I
didn't remember what they were. All I knew was that they scared me.

Jerk! Brett's arms were around me, shaking uncontrollably.
 "Are you okay?" he asked. His voice sounded strained and I could tell his
heart was beating a mile a minute.

" I could barely breathe, so it took me a while to choke out a yes. Pain
was shooting through my neck, shoulders, and head again.

"You screamed," Brett said. "Another dream?"

"Yeah," I said. "It was another reliving one. Bits of my street life are
manifesting themselves in my dreams. The one this time was when I was found
by these two guys and taken to their house. I struggled a lot but I
couldn't get free. They kept hitting me with a gun barrel. That part wasn't
in the dream, but the dream reminded me of it. Once they got me to
the...house, I guess it was, they made me drink some kind of fluid mixed
with a large amount of acid through some kind of metal tube. The dream
consisted of the hallucinations and the fear that the drug induced. I
tripped for four days straight. They let me leave after the first day. I
walked around in a daze, and somehow auto-piloted myself back to my spot. I
don't know how I did that because I had no fucking clue where I was and the
acid didn't make matters any better. I laid there for I don't know how
long, throwing up, screaming, and trying to slit my wrists with my box
cutter to get away from the visions and fear because I couldn't get away
from them when I could sleep. I had fucked up dreams that weren't any
better than my waking reality. I kept cutting the wrong way in my
frustration and fear, though, so I obviously failed. I bled a whole hell of
a lot but it all eventually stopped. I changed spots a couple times since
that incident just in case I was followed which is why you didn't see any
blood when you went to retrieve my backpack that night. I don't think I
want to sleep anymore if I'm going to dream like that. I don't like that
time of my life and I definitely don't like seeing it played out in vivid
detail like that."

"Sweetheart, you have to sleep," Brett said gently. "It's part of the
natural order of things."

"Fuck the natural order of things!" I snapped. "I don't care! I won't sleep
if I can help it! It's too painful!"

Brett sighed and held me close.

"The dreams will stop eventually, baby," he said, gentle as ever. "You need
to give it time. If you don't sleep, when your body does finally force you
to go to sleep, it'll be worse. Trust me, I know. I went through a period
of time where I didn't want to sleep for fear of dreaming either. I'll be
here with you. Nothing will happen to you. Please try to go back to sleep,
for me?"

"Fine," I said. "Whatever."

I did eventually go back to sleep, but it took a long time. I didn't have
anymore dreams, but that wouldn't be the last of them. They were more
bearable after that one, however.

The days faded into weeks, and slowly my pain subsided and eventually faded
away. The exception was the pain in my shoulder. That stayed no matter how
many pain pills I took. Extremely frustrated, I finally told Brett that it
wasn't going away.

"Well," He said, tapping my left shoulder gently. "This thing is going to
have to get poked and prodded upon. We'll set up the appointment for
sometime after you go back to school, which, by the way, you will be doing
on Monday."

"Yes!" I screamed. "My weeks of idleness are over!"

"Chill," Brett said, catching me in mid jump and hugging me to him. "You
are not out of the woods yet."

"I'm not? I'm not? What do you mean?"

"You're still fragile."

I just shrugged and walked to the back yard. I did a flying leap which
landed me on the trampoline.

The trampoline was so cool! I remembered as a little kid always wanting
one, but Dad was baked out on drugs and Mom worked hard just to make ends
meet, so Brian and I were never able to have one. I sprang higher and
higher, feeling elated that I was finally able to be my normal never-still
self. Fuck what Brett said! I felt great for the first time in ages, or so
it seemed.

That Monday I went back to school.  I was once again received with open
arms.  Everyone followed me around all day asking me how I was, how the
operations had gone, on and on and on.  I was so glad when the day was
finally over! One kind of neat thing that happened was toward the end of
first period, Mr.  Alan pulled me aside and whispered to me that he had
appointed himself as my personal protector.  When I protested, he told me
not to worry.  He said he wouldn't follow me around all the time or
anything, just that he would keep a close eye on me and he had apparently
asked other teachers to do the same.  None of them came out and told me,
but I just had this sense that all the teachers had their guards up.  I
wasn't complaining.  Hell, I didn't really need their help, but if they
wanted to, more power to them.  That was just one less thing I had to do on
my own.

That afternoon when I got home, Brett wasn't there.  I wasn't worried.  I
knew he had missed patrol duty to catch up on.  When I tried to call him,
though, I got no answer.  I left him a voice mail as well as a text message
telling him that I was fine and that I hoped his patrolling was going
smoothly.  He called me back an hour later, and I could tell that something
was wrong.  He said he was on his way home but refused to tell me what was
wrong.  Whenever I tried to ask, he would just ignore my question
completely.  Annoyed, I told him I loved him and that I would see him soon.

When he got home about twenty minutes later, I was standing in the driveway
with Timber and Ross running around me in circles.  The waiting on the
driveway was something I did quite often, and I think they missed it as
much as I had while I was recovering.  That was one of their favorite
things to do was to wait with me.

Brett got out of the car, petted the dogs, then put his left arm around me
and walked toward the house.  Timber and Ross had other ideas.  They
decided they weren't done with Brett yet.  Ross jumped on his back and
Timber tried to trip him.  I could tell which dog was which because Timber
was an off-white color while Ross was coal black.  An off-white golden
retriever was a strange sight.  Brett had told me when I had asked him
about it that the breeder he had obtained the dogs from had no idea how
Timber had gotten to be that color.  Brett said that was why he got Timber
because of his unique color.  He got Ross because he couldn't separate the
two dogs.  He said every time he tried to leave with Timber, Ross would run
after him, barking and growling.

Brett managed to somehow herd the dogs in front of him and push them back
into the house.  They ran off to the kitchen to attack their food and water
which I had put in their bowls while they were outside.  I always let them
out, filled their food and water bowls, then went out to wait for Brett
with them.

Brett, still with his left arm around my neck, sat down on the couch and
pulled me gently down beside him.  I had no idea what he wanted to talk
about, but I knew he had something on his mind and I also knew that it
couldn't be good.