Date: Thu, 18 Nov 2004 22:23:41 -0800 From: Kevin Harness <kevroc54321@tns.net> Subject: Save The Boy, Part 2 Once again, all the usual disclaimers hold true. If you are under 18 or think that you might be, you are not supposed to be reading this story per most of the laws and statutes that I'm aware of. Also, your local laws and / or statutes may not let you read this kind of a story at all: that of boylove, which is to say that even though all the actors playing these parts are over 18, there might be a character in the story who is below the age of 18 and who has sex. Yeah, I know. But oh well. Read on. =============================================================================== Chapt 2 I slept horridly, tossing and turning as though I had a fever, or like some nightmare kept plaguing me, robbing me of my sleep. I couldn't quite wake all the way up to re-orient myself, and couldn't stay all the way asleep to get my rest. Rain.............. Water and floods............... Someone drowning and yelling............. I sat up in my bed, chilled from uncovering myself. The boy. Oh yeah. I opened my eyes all the way. He was standing in front my my bed and saying something to me. "......can't sleep. Something's wrong, I'm too cold...." and he spoke through chattering jaws and shaking body. I looked at my clock. We'd been asleep about half an hour or so. "Uh............ok. Where's your blanket?" I tried to inquire. "On the couch. I'm sorry. I'm really really cold, and am shaking so badly I woke up," he said, uttering more words in 4 seconds that he had in the past 6 hours. "And I don't feel very good." He looked pale as a sheet. Yeah, not good at all. "Ok. I haven't got any more blankets. Sorry. Grab your blanket and come back in here." He disappeared and came back with his blanket in hand, almost zombie-like, following directions. I got up and said, "Ok, let's wrap you up really well, and you can sleep on the other side of my bed under the other covers. Sorry. It's all I've got." "O..k......" he spoke haltingly through the stutters / chills. I took his blanket, and led him around to the other side of my queen-sized bed. "Lay down and I'll tuck your blanket in around you," I somehow managed. He said nothing, but just lay down, face up, with his hands crossed across his chest like some kind of a corpse. "You know, if you leave your hands like that and I wrap you up I'm gonna have nightmares," I said, being truthful but also taking advantage of his defenses being down to get a joke in, lighten things up, and maybe even get him to crack a smile. "I'm fuc.....k...ing c....old...." he said dead-seriously. "Sorry, just trying to lighten things up a little. There. How's that?" I asked, finishing up tucking his blanket around the perimeters of his body. He nodded. "Cool" I said, and I pulled the bed's blankets across his body and tucked those in too, trying to achieve the maximal warmth for him. He nodded once again that he was pretty well tucked in, although shivering the whole time. I turned the light out and dove back into my side of the bed, covering up too. Damn! it was cold, even for Southern California. I lay there for a few seconds, and he said, "Th..anks Don....ny." "You're welcome," I said. "Hey, do you mind if I ask you your name? I mean, you know." "It's Jer....e....my...." he stuttered. "Ok. Hi Jeremy." "H....hi" he returned. Damn. The bed was actually shaking from his body shivering. "Holy fuck, kid. Are you still that cold?" I asked, almost incredulously. "Y....yeah......reall....y c...old," he stammered back. "Fuck. Sorry. Ok, we can try the 'two bodies' thing for warmth. I'm safe, I got clothes on..." I tried to joke to dissuade any misgivings he might've had. "Nah. S......'ok. T.....ired of b..b...being fuck.....ed o......ver.......and.......f...ucked...." he said, a little bitter, and yet I could tell he was crying again. "Jeremy. Listen to me. L-i-s-t-e-n, ok? If I was going to take advantage of you, I had plenty of opportunity when you were passed out on the couch. You're fucking freezing here, and I don't know what else to do, ok? Ok?" "Yeah," he half sobbed, half answered. "Turn on your side, and I'll wrap my arm around you, and we'll switch in a few minutes, back and forth, until you warm up," I proposed. "...k" he responded, and chattered over onto his side. I nuzzled up to him, wrapped my leg over his, and my arm over his body, and said, "I might be gay, I might think you're knock-down good looking. But we've got more serious things to handle here, ok? I'm serious. Ok, Jeremy?" "Y...eah. S...or..ry," he stuttered / sobbed, and he actually pulled my arm in tighter, and said, "s...orry" again. "S'ok kiddo. Let's just get you warmed up," I said. We lay there for probably 10-15 minutes, and I said, "Ok, let's switch, so you warm the other side, too." "O...k" he said, slightly less chattering than before, and he turned over and nuzzled up to the back of me. Again, we lay that way for awhile, and switched back again. "Better," he managed. "Cool" I responded. "You can stay nuzzled in as long as you like, or if ya warm up enough you can scoot over if you want to. Don't matter either way. S'ok by me." "Ok," he said. "Thanks Donny," and again, he hugged my arm a bit and pulled me in tighter to show his appreciation. Neither of us made it a sexual situation, although I'm pretty sure both of us knew it could be without any further compromise of each others' space / body. Yet, we both knew that wasn't what this was all about. I fell asleep first, and didn't hear Jeremy crying again, talking to himself, trying to make sense out of whatever had happened in his life, and what he was suppposed to do and where he was supposed to go. He never moved away from me. I awoke in the morning with him nuzzled in close to me, still holding my arm close to his chest. It was probably one of the sweeter things a boy or man can do, as far as I'm concerned. I've always been a fan of "sleeping spoons" for that reason. My alarm was about half an hour from going off, but I had to ascertain what to do, if I was driving Jeremy to somewhere, etc. I could hear the rain pounding the roof, but not as badly as the day before. Still, it was raining. "Jeremy?" I whispered. "Yeah?" "You ok?" I asked. "Yeah." "It's morning," I imparted. "Yeah." I laffed a bit, "You got any other things to say besides 'yeah'?" "Yeah." I genuinely laffed on that one. He turned to face me and opened his eyes to look at me. I'd forgotten how brilliant of a blue they were. He looked at me for a good second or two before he spoke. "Thanks again, Donny." "You're welcome," I returned. He rolled back over and lay there for a second. As did I. "Do you have anywhere to go?" I asked. He shook his head no. "Any money?" Another shake of the head, no. "Ok. Let's see if we can put a tire-patch on a couple things here," and I got up. I readied myself for work, while Jeremy dressed in his own, now-dry clothes. We had some dry cereal and milk, while I figured out what to say, and do. We got done and I put the bowls and spoons in the sink, turning to Jeremy. I handed him $20 and said, "Ok. Let's do this. You're welcome to go, or to stay at this point. If you leave, lock the door. If you need to call me for some reason, here's my cell #. If you stay, rest and stay warm." He didn't have his coat on, and I did. It looked like he s-o-r-t-a wanted to stay, at least for awhile, to maybe gather his thoughts, whatever. I stepped up and hugged him. I don't know why. It just seemed like the right thing to do. "What was that for?" he commented, more than asked. "In case I don't ever see you again, good luck," I said. "What if I don't leave?" he asked, hanging by some mental thread of the smallest proportions. "Then you owe one back later," I smiled. "In any case, take care of yourself. You don't seem like a bad guy. If you need to stay, it's ok for now." I paused. I couldn't think of what else to say. I had to go. He put his arm out in front of me to stop me. "Thanks," he said. "I'll pay you back." "Don't sweat it," I returned, "maybe you can help someone else down the road that needs it." He smiled, and I walked out and shut the door behind me. After I left him there, I kicked myself about 10 times, asking myself what the heck did I think I was doing? He was almost for sure under-age, which meant he had parents or some legal entity in charge of him. He could steal me blind. He could......... And on the other side of the coin, I argued with myself just as hard back in the other direction. He seemed to have a good heart, was genuinely thankful, seemed sincere (well, once he'd stopped yelling at me).......... And yes, I guess his being drop-dead beautiful and having eyes you could only dream of played some part in my decision to not throw him out onto the streets, but, arguably, a small part. I really didn't want him to have any harm come to him. I was, after all was said and done, a real dyed-in-the-wool boylover. I wasn't sure what I'd come home to, whether he'd be there or not, but I was pretty sure that my aparrtment would not be any worse for the wear in any case. Boy, was I right.