Date: Wed, 4 Jun 2014 07:19:10 +0000
From: Nice Guy <niceguy0398@gmail.com>
Subject: My Little Brigade Boy 14

Niceguy98
Chapter 14 - Dream Of Me

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I stood up and looked at Matthews face.

The calm neutral face and prone body I had grown used to was now wide eyed,
manic, tensed, and scared.

His eyes were rolling around, attempting to find something to focus on.

He found me and his eyes bored right into me, pleading with me.

I could see he was trying to make a sound, whether to scream or say
something, I wasn't sure, but the breathing tube was preventing him.

The door crashed open, as an army of doctors and nurses suddenly appeared,
obviously alerted by his changing heart rate.

"I think he's waking up!" I shouted at them, elation coursing through me. I
was practically jumping up and down.

Tracy came in behind the herd and grabbed my hand, gently guiding me away
from his bedside.  "Let them do their thing, Grant." she whispered.

She guided me like the dribbling wandering geriatric I was emulating to the
nurses station, and one of her colleagues plonked a mug of tea in front of
me.  I smiled my thanks, and tried to drink it, but my hands were shaking,
the adreanaline crashing. I couldn't bring it to my mouth for fear of
scalds.

Matthew had come back, yes.

But how much of him had come back?

Had the head injury left him a gibbering wreck, absolutely nothing like the
headstrong, assertive boy I had fallen in love with?

Or had the amazing power of deep sleep healed him?

These were all questions that flew round and round in my head, as my eyes
remained locked on the door, silently willing for something, anything to
happen.

I have no idea how much time had passed before someone finally emerged from
that room, but I was on them like a shot.

Before I could say anything, he raised his hand and gestured towards the
door.

"I think someone wants to say hello." he smiled.

I pushed past him and looked towards the bed.

Matthew was still there, but sitting up on the bed, testing the limits of
his stiff muscles, looking decidedly healthier without all of the tubes
poking out of him.

His hair had contrived to remain almost perfect, and his electric blue
eyes, while bloodshot, were shining again.

They locked on me, and the corner of his mouth curled up slightly.

It was obviously an effort to speak, but he croaked out a "Hey." just for
me.

My face grew extremely wide with relief.

My heart coursed elation, my clouded, troubled head cleared.  I practically
ran across the room and grabbed him into a gentle embrace.

"Welcome back, bro." I whispered, my voice cracking slightly.

I could sense the small hubbub around us receding as the doctors, satisfied
with their tests, decided to leave us alone.

I was grateful for that, because what I wanted to say and do to Matthew
probably wasn't fit for public consumption.

"You had us scared there!" I laughed.

"Just...keeping you on your toes." he wheezed.

I kissed his forehead.

Matthew, not being satisfied with that, grabbed the back of my head and
brought my lips to his.  His tongue began lapping at my lips and I gave
way, letting his minimal spittle mingle with mine.

His lips were dry and cracked, my nose was full of snot, and our faces were
wet with tears, but I didn't care.

My little Brigade boy had returned to me.

He broke away from the kiss, laying his forehead against mine, obviously
tired out from his exertions.

He sighed happily, and I was content to just hold him in my arms, gently
massaging his back through the rough hospital gown, feeling his chest
gently rise and fall under his sore ribs.

So full of life.

"I...I remember everything." he wheezed into my shirt.

My left eyebrow raised and I gasped slightly.

I vaguely recalled some testimony from some coma victim stating that while
he remembered absolutely everything about his accident, and could hear
everything about him, they had absolutely no control over themselves.  I
had never thought that could have been true though, until that moment.

"What do you mean?" I whispered, wanting to know more.

"It...was weird." he wheezed, wincing slightly but wanting to continue.  "I
couldn't see anything, but I could hear absolutely everything."

I tipped my head, gesturing for him to continue.

"It's a bit of a blur. I...can remember getting kicked in the chest, then I
can remember the...stinky aftershave of one of those really deep-voiced
doctors. After that, all... all I can remember is voices. Yours, Alex's,
Mum, Dad, your friend and that... that nurse who helped you put my necklace
back on."

His hand gently traced the outline of the tooth.  "The doctors...said that
you kept me alive. That... that you did CPR on me when I stopped
breathing."

I just shrugged.  "I did, but it was nothing."

Matthew looked up at me, tears in his eyes.  "But... but you saved my
life." he whispered.

There was nothing I could say, so I just held him close and rocked him
gently.

His eyes began to droop, so I decided, on the spur of the moment, to sing
to him.

Only one song could come to mind. One that had lulled me to sleep many
times over the years.

I put my hand on his head, and gently began to play with his hair as I
began to sing.

"You are my sunshine, my only sunshine."

My voice began to crack slightly, a thousand memories of my father flooding
back.

"You make me happy, when skys are grey."

Those memories were at the forefront of my mind now, and I was suddenly
transported back to my childhood bed. The smell of freshly laundered
pyjamas, the sound of my fathers soft, deep voice.  A single tear went down
the side of my cheek, and I fought to keep my voice level.

"You'll never know, dear, how much I love you."

I looked down, and his eyes were completely closed, a huge grin on his
face.

"Please don't take my sunshine away." I finished softly, laying my forehead
gently against his.

I gently laid him on his side, kissing his blonde mop.

"I love you, buddy." I whispered.

He squirmed happily before settling down into the bed.

I quietly walked out of the room, sniffed back my sorrow, wiped my eyes and
began to make the happy phone calls.

Keith and Helen were ecstatic and dropped everything to begin the run to
the hospital.

Carol said she would bring Alex straight to the hospital as soon as she got
him out of school, and she would call Fergus'es mum and bring him too.

My mum was very happy and said she'd appear as soon as she could.

Val was relieved, and said she would try and visit as soon as possible.

It would probably be half an hour until Helen and Keith arrived, so I
decided to go and flirt with the nurses to let Matthew have a rest.

They were amazed with Matthews recovery, and were extremely happy for
him. I told the blonde nurse that Matthew remembered her voice when she was
helping me put the necklace on. She blushed a little.

I could hear Helen and Keith down the corridor, so I said my goodbyes and
ran to head them off.  They gave me a huge hug between them, and I gently
told them that he was sleeping.

I said to keep quiet so I could wake him up gently.  They nodded and
quietly walked in.

I walked to the bed and gently squeezed his shoulder.

"Matthew. Buddy." I whispered.

He moaned out and turned over, wincing slightly.  "There's some people who
want to say hi."

"Hey bud." Keith whispered.

"Hey baby." Helen whispered.

"Mom? Dad?" Matthew said, sitting up as quickly as he dared, wincing
slightly.

Both of them teared up. They embraced him warmly, gently and together.

They kissed his forehead, while he cried in happiness.  "I never thought
I'd see you guys again!"

I recognised the need for privacy, and gently moved out of the door.
Matthew saw me as I walked out the door and smiled appreciatively.

I winked back.

The lift bell suddenly dinged, and the door opened to reveal Fergus and
Alex.

They saw me and their faces lit up.  I put my arms out and they ran towards
me.

I brought Alex up into my arms, but Fergus seemed content with hugging my
side.

Carol followed at a slightly slower pace. She smiled at the sight that
confronted her and nodded a greeting.

Alex kissed my cheek.

"You guys want to see Matthew?" I said.  They both nodded vigorously, so I
set Alex down and took both their hands.

"Is he okay?" Fergus said, at no more than a whisper.

I could understand his concern. I went through it myself.

"Why don't you see for yourself?" I said, opening the door.

I saw Helen, Keith and Matthew chatting with a doctor, and Matthew was
getting quite agitated.

"I... want to go home!" he wheezed. "I'm... all better now!"

The doctor sighed a little, obviously worn down.  "Guess I can't argue with
that." he said, "You can go home tomorrow after we keep you in overnight
for observation and some final tests."

He suddenly noticed our presence and his flushed face curled into a smile.

The boys let go of my hands and ran to the bed squealing his name.

Matthews eyes welled up.

Ignoring everything and everyone else around him, he kissed them both right
on the lips and held them close, gripping their backs as strongly as he
dared.  "I'm so happy to see you guys." he whispered.

He pulled them away from his chest, but kept his arms around their
shoulders.

"Well doc," he said, winking at me. "You...trust me when I say I want to go
home?"

I barely suppressed a giggle. It seemed my divergent attitude was beginning
to rub off.  The doctor just laughed, while Keith and Helen looked
horrified.

"I don't doubt you!" he said. "But I think you should take it easy for a
while when you get back."

It was Matthews turn to look horrified.  "I...am not taking it easy!" he
said, "I might not be able to do any handstands, but I'm still... gonna do
everything else I did before!"

The doctor looked a little concerned, while I decided that it was probably
time for me to step in.  "Don't worry doctor." I said, "I'll make sure he
keeps it light until he's ready."  The doctor shook his head in disbelief.

"Most people who come out of comas aren't jumping around when they wake
up." he mumbled. "Especially if they have a broken leg, two cracked ribs,
10 stitches in the back of their head and half their face scraped raw!"

"Well," Keith shrugged, "He's not most people!"

No one argued with that.

That day and night passed with so many more checks, CT scans, X-Rays and
examinations before the doctors pronounced him well.  Fergus and Alex were
despatched home to pack for an impromptu sleepover.

His throat began to recover thanks to magic cough sweets and his breathing
eased thanks to some strong pain meds.  He was itching to get out of the
hospital, so at around 6pm, walking sticks in hand, he began to tentatively
get back on his feet.  Keith went out for a bit to drop Helen back at her
house, and by the time he got back, Matthew was already flying up and down
the corridors like a demented bee, moving at close to the same pace he
normally did.

Keith came back with his clothes, and we moved to go out of the room to let
him dress himself.

Matthew grabbed my forearm, preventing me from going.  "Please stay and
help me?" he pouted, giving me his dewy-eyed puppy dog look that few people
could resist.

Keith just laughed.  "I can see when I'm the third wheel!" he said
good-naturedly, walking out the door, tactfully pulling the door panel to
"Do Not Disturb".

I smiled appreciatively and turned back to Matthew.  "Lets get this dour
gown off of you!" I joked, placing my hand on his shoulder.

He smiled and bit his lip, his piercing blue eyes staring right back at me.
I was suddenly overcome. Despite the fact half his face was one enormous
scab, he still managed to bewitch me.

I had no idea how long I was staring for, but Matthew snapped me out of it
in his typical manner.  He moved my hand to the nape of his neck and said
"Well, come on! We haven't got all day!"

I giggled slightly, and my fingers brushed against the back of his bare
neck, making him shiver.  I found the first button of the gown and brought
my other hand up to undo it.

Making sure to touch his back at every opportunity, I slowly, deliberately
undid all the other buttons, my tongue poking out of the side of my mouth
in concentration.

That done, I began to ease the gown off him, taking care not to touch any
of his bruises.  Despite being pumped full of pain meds, Matthew, in his
bountiful youth, managed to raise a big stiffy as the rough gown snatched
at his midsection as I pulled it away.

"Well. I'm glad that wasn't broken!" I giggled.  Matthew just smiled, a
hungry look on his face. Some primal energy had been awoken inside him
after two days of denied release.

I raised my eyebrows, asking for permission.  He just nodded.

Without any more preamble, I leaned over the bed and inhaled his pole into
my mouth.

Recognising his needs and our need to be discreet, I began to suck quickly
while bobbing up and down the shaft, gently poking my tongue under his hood
to flick at his pee slit.

His cock felt amazing in my mouth, a little hot fleshy stick that pulsed in
time with his strong heartbeats, quickening as I continued my
ministrations.

Matthew gasped, his little pink nipples standing to attention and his face
flushing red.  "Oh yes..." he moaned quietly, placing his hand on my head
to force his member ever deeper into my mouth.

I took my free hand and tickled under his nutsack, gently rolling the tiny
bird eggs in their little pouches, flicking his perineum at the same time.

I must have found a sensitive spot, because he began to let out his
customary long, drawn out moan as his beautiful cock began quivering and
pulsing, rocking him to the stars, riding the waves of dopamine.  Matthews
eyes rolled back in his head, his head threatening to bang off the bed.

I saw this and reacted in an instant.  I disengaged from his still hard,
red raw cock and grabbed the sides of his head with my hands and gently
lowered it to the bed.

After a few moments of heavy breathing, his eyes reopened.  He sighed
blissfully.

"That was way better than any of the medicine the doctors gave me!" he
gasped, smiling up at me.

I just laughed, bringing his naked form into my arms, gently squeezing
everywhere I could.  He kissed the side of my mouth, then gently pushed me
away.  I took the hint and grabbed his t-shirt.  He stuck his arms up like
a little toddler and I slid the shirt over him, gently guiding the head
hole away from his bandaged head.

When his face reappeared, he winked at me.

I had to shake my head to snap myself out of the trance he put me in.  I
grabbed his tracksuit bottoms and gently began to pull them on him, rolling
up the right leg to gently slip over his cast.  Thankfully, he was still
running on his endorphin high so didn't complain when I moved the cast a
bit.

I slipped his socks and shoe on, and, partially suited and booted, I helped
him off the bed.

I offered him my hand once he had righted himself, but he batted me away
and hobbled determinedly out of the room.

As he left the room, the nurses noticed and all flocked over to make a fuss
of him, their little miracle boy!  It was quite entertaining to watch him
squirming under the kisses and gentle cuddles of the busty nurses.

I realised how uncomfortable he was, and how much it was beginning to turn
into a low-rent porn film, and rescued him from the swarm, citing the fact
he needed to get home.  They finally released him, and Matthew smiled
appreciatively.

Keith came with us and we walked to the car, Matthew refusing all offers of
help.

When we got to the car, Matthew hefted himself into his seat and bent his
embalmed leg as far as it would go.  He looked up and pouted, turning the
puppy dog eyes on his dad.

"Can Grant stay over tonight?"

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End Of Chapter 15

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