Date: Fri, 2 May 2014 12:22:59 +0000
From: Nice Guy <niceguy0398@gmail.com>
Subject: My Little Brigade Boy 6

Niceguy98
Chapter 6 - Awakening

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For the first time in a while, I didn't dream. Or if I did, I just didn't
remember it the morning after.  I stirred, forgetting where I was for a
moment, before the gently snoring form of Matthew grounded me.  The
memories of last night came flooding back as I looked down at his face and
giggled slightly. He was still sleeping, an enormous smile on his face. Was
he dreaming about me?  From the hard lump poking into my leg, I'm pretty
sure he was! Either that, or Fergus! Or both!

In his sleep, he began to gently hump against my leg like a dog-boy,
obviously wrapped in a sexy dream, induced by our closeness.  His beautiful
voice began to gently squeal as his humping became faster.  This had the
side effect of mashing his belly into my crotch, pulling my head out of its
foreskin.  The precum flew, encasing my dick. The rough lounge pants moved
over it, propelled by Matthews hot middle.  I began humping myself, joining
Matthew in quiet moaning.  Faster and faster we went, the wetter and wetter
our middles got, the higher and more disjointed our moaning got.

My balls drew up, my boner pulsed, and my sperm flew out, making the wet
spot saturated.  Matthew let off a long, drawn out "Oooh..." as his orgasm
peaked and his humping slowed.  Matthews belly must have been covered in my
offerings, but he didn't seem to care, because he sighed in his sleep and
settled back down, never waking up, so I didn't do anything about it just
yet.

I was about to nod back off myself, when suddenly, his face fell and a
terrified look came over it. He started twitching and crying out in his
sleep.  "No...No!" he kept saying. "Aidan....Don't leave!"

Confused, I held him even tighter, gently rocking him out of his nightmare.
"Shhh...." I whispered, kissing his head, "It's okay, it's okay, you're
safe with me."  After about 5 minutes of gentle rocking and platitudes, his
face relaxed and he fell back to sleep.

Questions whirled around in my head, but before I could even attempt to
answer them, the bedroom door opened.  I gently turned in the bed,
carefully extricating myself from the little lad before standing up to come
face to face with Keith.

"Is he okay?" he whispered, concern written all over his face, carefully
ignoring the huge wet spot on the front of his trousers.  "He is now." I
answered, glancing back at him.  "Did you sleep with him last night?" he
whispered, without a trace of anger.

Surprised and dumbstruck, I nodded.

Keith nodded, seeming to have connected something.  He laid a gentle hand
on my shoulder.  "I think I owe you an explanation." he said. "Let's go to
the kitchen."  I nodded, still confused but starting to tentatively connect
things.

Keith sat me down and busied himself at the kettle before I could object.
In a few minutes, he presented me with a steaming mug of coffee, which I
gratefully accepted.  He prepared his own cup of coffee and sat down
opposite me, his face concerned, but still without a trace of anger.

"It's my fault." he began, "I should have told you before, but then again,
he hasn't had a nightmare about him in ages."  "Who is he?" I said, the
coffee still untouched.  Keith inhaled sharply, then exhaled slowly,
putting his head in his hands.  "Aidan...." he paused, his voice catching.

"Aidan was his best friend. His brother, really, in everything but blood."
My eyes widened.  "Was?"

"He...He got run over outside of his school." he continued, his breath
catching at points.  "Hit and run. Bastard who ran him over never got found
out. Matthew was right next to him on the road. A....a few feet from where
he was...."

My throat caught and my tongue clenched.

"He saw the whole thing. At just seven years old. He ran over to him and
cradled him in his arms. But it was already far too late. He died at the
scene."

I shook my head in disbelief.

"Aidan was just eleven years old." he said angrily. "His whole life with a
boy who loved him was right in front of him!"  "Matthew never told me what
passed between them but..." he trailed off.

Everything finally clicked into place and my head began spinning.  I wanted
to run upstairs and hug him close, protect him from all the hurt. But I was
rooted to the spot.

Keith laid a hand on my shoulder, squeezing tightly.  "That is why he had
the talk so early, because he didn't understand the feelings that he was
having, and that he had to keep their love secret, even from his own
mother."  "That was the one thing that he struggled with."  He layed his
hand on my shoulder.  "I tell you this in the strictest of confidence..."
"That goes without saying!" I replied.  "...and now you know why he has
nightmares." he finished.  I stood up and ran upstairs, walking into
Matthews room just as he woke up. He looked at me, fear all over his face
as he stood up.  "Did I...?" he trailed off.

I grabbed his shoulders and brought him into the tightest hug possible.  "I
know." I whispered. "I'm so sorry."  He started sobbing, all the pent up
emotions cascading out.  The beautiful smiling adonis had gone.  "I....I
feel so guilty." he heaved. "I haven't thought about him in a...ages!"  I
sat him down on the edge of the bed.  "The people we love never really
leave us, you know." I said, placing my hand on his head.  "They all live
on, in here, even if they aren't here on Earth." I said, tearing up.
Matthew sniffled.  "I know, but I wish he was here." he said, gazing
wistfully at his bedside table.

I had never noticed before, but there was a framed picture next to the bed
of Matthew smiling, in better times, on the back of a lauging, brown haired
boy.  I finally had a face to the name.

"Yeah, but it just wasn't meant to be." I replied, smiling sadly.

He smiled back.  "I suppose." he said, grabbing my hand.  I clasped it and
squeezed.

"Now come on, we need to get to breakfast!" he said, pulling me out the
door.  I stared at him, in awe of his resilience.

Keith was in the kitchen, making breakfast. He turned, saw Matthew holding
my hand and smiled.  "How do you like your eggs?" he said.  "Scrambled!" I
said, rubbing my belly with my free hand.  "Me too!" Matthew piped up,
copying my actions, gently rubbing my drying offerings into his skin.
Keith just laughed and muttered "Boys." turning back to the stove.

We both sat down, Matthew never letting go.  A few seconds later, Keith
plonked a huge plate of steaming eggs in front of us, along with a load of
buttered toast.  "Yummy!" Matthew said, beginning to dismantle the pile.
"Thanks Keith!" I said warmly.  "No bother buddy." he replied. "It's the
least I could do."

Between us we demolished the pile. I occasionally looked over and caught
his eye. He smiled every time with his full mouth, his beautiful legs
swinging.  His black boxers were clinging to him like a second skin, and
left absolutely nothing to the imagination.

As soon as he finished his breakfast, he ran into the front room and
started doing handstands again.  I chuckled slightly.  "Does he ever run
out of energy?" I whispered in awe.  "Not that I've ever seen!" Keith
chuckled.  I looked at the wall clock and started.  "I really need to get
home!" I said. "Mum'll be wondering where I am!"  I jumped up and ran
upstairs, gathering all my clothes and putting on the cleanest combination.
I threw Keiths trousers in the washer and stuffed my spare clothes into my
bag. Keith looked on in quiet amusement.  "Aren't you going to put a shirt
on?" he said, as I neared the door.  I looked down.  "Oh yeah." I said,
mentally kicking myself.  I pulled my gym shirt out of my bag and pulled it
on.  "I think you'd better say goodbye to Matthew before you go!" Keith
gently reminded me.

Thankfully, Matthew beat me to it.  He came into the front room and grabbed
onto my leg.  "Please don't go!" he said, gripping tightly.  I gently
picked him up and brought him into my arms.  "It's okay, kiddo!" I soothed,
rubbing his back. "I'll see you again on Monday!"  "Promise?" he pouted.  I
kissed him on the cheek.  "I promise." I said sincerely.  Matthew smiled,
then surprised me yet again, somehow.

He puckered up his lips and placed them on mine before I could react.

Adrenaline coursed through my body and my arms locked around him, savouring
his taste.  He lingered for a heartbeat, then pulled away.  "See you." he
whispered, jumping out of my arms and running into the sitting room.  I
stood there, my mouth open, before Keith clasped my shoulder.

"He loves you, you know." he said, smiling. "You're all he ever talks
about!"  "R...Really?" I stuttered, finally realising the blindingly
obvious.  "Of course!" he said, laughing, "But be warned, he can be a
handful!"

"S...So you aren't mad or anything?" I whispered.  Keith just laughed.  "Of
course not!" he said, lowering his voice.  "He and Aidan were really close,
and shared a lot. I honestly haven't seen him this happy since it
happened!"

I smiled, overcome by an extremely fuzzy feeling.  "Now get out of here!"
Keith finished, bringing me into his bear hug. "Before your mum sends out
the search dogs!"

I laughed and hugged him back, opening the door.  Shutting the door behind
me, I began walking home.  My mind, now idle, began contemplating what had
just happened.

I suddenly stopped dead, and began grinning.

Matthew loves me.

"And... and I love him!"

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End Of Chapter 6

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