Date: Mon, 3 Jan 2005 12:19:51 -0800
From: Kevin Harness <kevroc54321@tns.net>
Subject: Save The Boy, Part 8

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 8


Jeremy and Donny were driving back to Donny's apartment, and neither one
was talking much.

Jeremy looked over and Donny.  He could tell that Donny was holding back
something, but he wasn't sure much.  Hell, they both were for that matter.
It was way too much for any one person in so short of a time.

"We probably need to talk a bit, s'that ok?" Jeremy asked.

"Sure," Donny croaked, eyes tearing up a bit.  "Mind if we wait 'til we get
back to the apartment so I don't have to try to think, drive, cry, and fall
down all at the same time?"

"Well, if you insist," Jeremy quipped back, trying to inject a little
humor.

Funny, though, how a drive of a few minutes takes hours of thought to
happen, yet it's the blink of an eye, too.  It's as thought mental time
could be altered, sped up and slowed down but not necessarily under the
control of the person experiencing the phenomenon.

Donny parked the car and they both trudged up the stairs, through the
apartment door, and magically somehow ended up on the couch with Jeremy in
Donny's lap.

"Hold me," he said and he put his forehead to Donny's neck and squinched
his eyes, tears streaming.  "I'm sorry Donny.  I didn't mean for all this
to happen to me, to Desi, and to you.  You've done so much and I haven't
done jack for you, like at all."

Donny had his arms around his boy.  His boy.  Yeah, that felt like the
truth, how it was supposed to be, and how it was.

"Aw shaddup," he cooed softly, and nuzzled Jeremy's hair with his chin.  He
gave his a kiss on his head and said, "Well despite my obvious help, I have
pretty much distanced myself from you, babe.  You know?  I guess I
felt...." he trailed off.

Jeremy raised his head and made eye contact with Donny, "...that I wasn't
good enough for you, kinda like?" and his lip quivered.  "It's'ok, I know
I've...."

Donny cut his short, "I said, shaddup," he smiled, and kissed Jeremy on the
forehead.  "No.  I guess I felt that we were too different, and that I was
rushing into it with wild abandon because you were not only so friggin'
beautiful, but just cute as hell all the way around.  And I've never looked
at it before, but as a real, live, dyed-in-the-wool boylover it would stand
to reason that a younger guy is gonna have a whole set of viewpoints
different than I do.  We wouldn't be the same, and I guess somehow I
expected the wonderfulness of the sex and beauty to be the same in all the
other aspects.

Jeremy sniffled a little, squinched his eyes more and tears still streamed,
but he was definitely paying attention.  They were both learning something
here.

"And so, I realized that if a boy and I stayed together, they'd always be
my boy."  He smiled at Jeremy.  "And we'd just learn the depths and
horizons of each other.  And maybe the only way we'd be alike is that we
loved each other, wanted each other to do well, and vowed to support the
hell outta each other like forever.  It'd be a learning experience all the
way, every day.  S'bout all I know."

Jeremy totally broke down and sobbed so hard that Donny expected he would
never stop.  It was a while until he slowed down a bit.

"You ok?" Donny asked.

He bobbed his cute head up and down, and his blonde hair shimmering as it
always did.  Donny smiled slightly and kissed his boy's head again.

Jeremy looked up at his friend, and wanted to say it so badly, but
couldn't.  It was about the most painful feeling he could ever remember.

Donny brushed the hair out of Jeremy eyes, and stoked his head.

Jeremy could hold it in no longer.

"I don't want anyone else, but.... I'm scared that if you don't feel that
way I'm really making a idiot out of myself for even saying it.  And I'm
tired of getting my ass ran over because of making dumb decisions."

"Ain't nobody running your ass over any more, Benji...."

Jeremy sputtered a laugh.

"....'cuz I don't want anyone else either.  Even after I ejected you outta
here, more or less, I spend every day after that justifying my actions to
myself.  And I couldn't.  Still can't.  Only want you.  If that's, um, what
you want...."

Jeremy just nodded, smiling as tears still streamed down his face.  It had
finally happened.  He found someone cool, nice, with a heart the size of
Rhode Island that he really really liked, and who really really liked him.
And who wanted o-n-l-y him, and who he o-n-l-y wanted right back.  It was
like he had to blink to realize it was not some fairytale, some dream.  He
was awake and the guy was right here, and he was in his arms.  He didn't
know whether to keep crying, stand up and yell and do backflips, or just
stay where he was and keep smiling.  He was pretty sure he'd end up doing
all those.

"Wow," he said.

"What?" Donny asked.

"Oh, nuttin'...." and he smiled, "just like happier than I've been in my
whole life with all the other happy times put together."

"Geeze.  Really?  That much?"  Donny was truly amazed that he'd made
someone t-h-a-t happy.

"Yeah, really," and Jeremy smiled even more, and shook his hair a little -
'cuz it was in his eyes a bit, but also because he knew Donny liked it,
too.  He liked making Donny happy.  "Like, way.  Um, how about you?"

Donny's head spun, and he said, "You are SO cute!  Me?  I am in shock.
Good shock.  But yeah, shock.  I just never dreamed someone as nice as you,
as stunningly-movie-quality good looking would ever be my boy, AND that
it'd be someone I liked sooooo much.  So, yeah."

"Wow," Jeremy said, tears just falling from his eyes uncontrollably.
"That's it then."

"Far as I'm concerned it is," Donny responded.  "I go back to my first
sentence here.  I don't want anyone else."

"Me either.  Ever."

It was Donny's turn.  "Wow."

"I'll go back to my first sentence here.  Hold me."

Donny was more than happy to.  He never wanted to let go.  Ever.  He was
sure he'd pass out with all the thoughts flashing though his head.

Donny slumped over on the couch and Jeremy followed, both still hugging
each other.  He reached up and pulled an knit afghan over then, and slid
off to sleep.

Jeremy looked at his boylover, and mouthed the words, "I love you."

Donny smiled ever so slightly, and mouthed back, "I love you, too."

The house phone went off like a bad alarm clock, with Jeremy's and Donny's
arms too intertwined to reach the phone in time for it to not go to message
recorder.

"Donny, this is the Triage Nurse over at Memorial Hospital.  We've moved
Desi to a regular room and out of Intensive Care.  He's doing fine, and was
asking about you and Jeremy.  Visiting hours are from 10am-12pm, and 4-7pm
tonight.  If you want to call me back, the nurse's station is 347-8881.
Goodbye."

Jeremy looked at his watch.  It was 6:10a.  "You going to work?"

"Hell no," Donny mock-grumbled.

"Grrrrrr," Jeremy smiled, and nuzzled back into Donny and kept warm.  He
squirmed his way down and kissed the front of Donny's pants, a huge bulge
there rapidly increasing.  Donny was half-asleep and responded with only a
sleepy-groan.  Jeremy unzipped the pants and slid out Donny's ready member.
He licked, nuzzled, suckled, and made love to Donny's cock, putting every
bit of heart, soul, and tongue into it.  Donny lunged his hips upward and
spurted voluminously into Jeremy's waiting mouth.

"Good morning," Donny chuckled.

"That was just morning.  Here comes the good part."

He pulled Donny's pants off, and slid his own down, licking his lover's
crack and rosebud, making it slippery and ready.  He slid into Donny
easily, with both groaning deeply.

"Aren't you usually down here on the bottom?" Donny joked.

"In baseball, this is called a change-up pitch," Jeremy cracked back,
thrusting deep and leaning forward and kissing Donny, sucking his tongue,
and panting right back at him.

"In that case, I guess I'll catch.  I'm all yours, honey.  Yum!"

Jeremy was nearly hypnotized, fully awake yet in dream-land at the same
time.  Each thrust of his hips made his loins feel as never before.  He
felt himself getting close, fast.  He didn't care, he raced forward to the
orgasm of his life, panting harder and gasping deeper with each stroke.

It was the best and most sincere thing that had happened to either of them.
It was the most erotic sex that Donny had ever had, and it was the hardest
that Jeremy had ever cum.  Both breathed heavily after, lightly sweating,
holding each other tightly.

"Damn," Jeremy said.  "I hope K-Mart has testicles for sale.  I think I
blew one loose on that one."

Without missing a beat, Donny said, "Hell ya still got one left."

Jeremy giggled like he was 12.  It just hit him as hilariously funny, and
he couldn't even punch Donny very well as he was laughing so hard.

"Wench," he managed.

Donny just smiled.  "Hey, let's hop in the shower, eat, and go harass Desi
for awhile."

"Does that mean I have to let go?"

"Only physically," Donny smiled.

Jeremy smiled.  "Well, ok," kissing his love and bounding off to start the
shower water.

Donny had to admit there was no sight quite like his very own beautiful,
blonde boy bounding off after hot sex, half-hard weenie bobbing up and down
as he strode off.

Jeremy smiled, too.  His very own, loved-each-other, private hot boylover.
He looked at himself in the mirror, and said, "You're one lucky boy,
Jeremy," and he flipped his head so that his hair went out of his eyes.

Donny came up from behind him and gave his a full-on, full body contact
hug.  "Yes, you are.  But I'm luckier."

"Am not.  I am."

"Are not.  I am."

They both laughed again.  Time to go see Desi and tell him he was right.