Date: Sat, 10 Jan 2004 16:45:02 +0530
From: Kam <kamguy@alexandria.cc>
Subject: The Boy 5-6

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Chapter 5

I woke to a beeping sound, much like that of those cardio devices in
hospital rooms connected to the dying patient I'd seen in movies. As I
slowly opened my eyes I understood why I felt that way, it WAS a hospital
room and I was the patient, hopefully, not dying. I tried getting up but
the nurse told me that I shouldn't be moving, but too late I had already
tried to move and I felt a sharp pain in my head and neck. The nurse walked
over to me and comforted me, she said that the pain will go away soon but
I'll have to take care till it does. She checked something on her notepad
and left the room. Soon enough a doctor walked into the room he looked
really friendly somewhat like…I screwed my face as Marc came into my
mind. He walked over to me and checked my pulse and ruffled my hair.  "How
are you feeling Ian?"

"Good, still sore but I'm fine. Thanks to you."

"Well, I'm not the one you should be thanking, Ian."

"Why not? You DID save my life and all, it's the least I can do."

"Well, we wouldn't have been able to help you if it weren't for your
neighbor…" he checked his pad and said, "Reynolds…Marc, Reynolds."

"What do you mean? What happened?"

"Ian, when you got here you had lost a lot of blood and your body was
seriously damaged. He brought you here, tears rolling down his eyes and
he's the reason you're alive right now. Fortunately, you both are B+ and
lets just say you owe him the blood in your veins. Its 3 in the morning
Ian, and he's still out there waiting for you to come to." Saying this he
walked out the door and I heard him talk to Marc and finally Marc walked
in. His white was now red with dried blood, which I knew was mine. He
sighed with relief when he saw me and smiled, but suddenly he broke the
smile and walked over to me and sat down in the chair beside the bed. We
both stared at each other, not saying a word until I said, "I'm sorry
Marc. I should've…"

"Sorry for what? It's me who over-reacted. I was being stupid. Ian, I'm the
one who should be sorry"

"You? Marc, it was my fault. I shouldn't have presumed that you were
single. I actually thought you could love me."

"But I AM single and I DO love you"

"But…but you pushed me away. That photograph you were looking, I know the
way you looked at it. The guy I saw you with before…you know, this. I saw
him kiss you"

"You think you know me so well? And that is beside the fact that you were
spying on me" He said almost giggling, "That guy you saw kissing me, on the
forehead by the way, was my brother, Rick. Listen to me carefully Ian. When
you left that day, I became really depressed. My brother had called me a
couple of times but I didn't return his calls, so, he finally decided to
come over to see me. When all this happened, I was really scared. I was so
scared I was going to lose you; I didn't want to lose you, not again. Not
without letting you know how I felt. Rick stayed with me, comforting me. He
made me realize what you meant to me. He told me that I was not only
hurting myself but also you by not getting over Michael."

"And Michael is…?" I saw his eyes becoming moist when I asked him that,
"Marc, you don't have to tell me if you don't want to."

"No its okay…Michael was my first love. I was 20 when I met Michael through
a friend; he was 16 at that time. I was the first guy he came out to. We
soon hit it off and I found myself loving him more everyday. We were
together for 2 years; there was no end to our love. Once his parents were
away at a party when I went over at his house. We sat watching some
videos. Time seemed to fly by when we were together. When I was ready to
leave he walked me to the door and started kissing me just when his parents
walked in on us. His Dad was furious. He threw me out and I never saw
Michael again. His parents sent him away to some boarding school. After a
few months his father came over to my apartment and beat me up. Michael had
killed himself and his father blamed me, and so did I. I tried to get over
Michael but the rumors I had to face were too much. Almost everything there
reminded me of him. That's when I decided to move on with my life and moved
here. I had almost succeeded in my attempt to get over Michael's death when
you moved in next door. The first day you came here I was watching you
through my window, you reminded me so much of Michael. When I got to know
you through your Mom and our talks, I couldn't believe how much you were
like him. I convinced myself to believe that you weren't interested, and
that day when you kissed me it triggered all those memories of Michael, of
our love…of his death. I didn't want to face all that again, I was…I'm
scared Ian. I…" with that he broke down crying.  "Marc, I had no idea
that…" I couldn't find anything to say to Marc that might even remotely
comfort him, I didn't. The only thing I could do was being honest, to tell
him what I really felt, "Marc, I love you too." It took him some time to
actually assess what I had said; he looked up the tears still in his
eyes. He gave me a quick smile before he broke down again; he came over and
hugged me tightly. His arms were hurting my sides but at that time that I
wouldn't have exchanged that feeling for any joy in the world. I wanted him
to know I was there for him, and I will always be.

He smiled again as he looked at me, stroking his fingers on the side of my
face. I think he was about to kiss me just before I was startled by my
Mom's voice. Marc had called them while I was unconscious; my parents had
left their number with him too. Tears welled up in my mother's eyes even
though I knew it didn't look all that bad. My parents asked me the usual
stuff that you'd ask a person in the hospital before firing me with their
words of safety that started with, "Why didn't you…" or "How could you…" I
was left alone after some time to let me get some rest and I needed it. But
I was afraid that I might wake up in my room and all of this would have
been a dream. I slept for a couple of hours, I was afraid to open my eyes
when I got up but the pain in my head told me I had nothing to worry about,
I drifted off to sleep again and the dreams couldn't possibly be more
pleasant.


Chapter 6

I woke up in the middle of the night. I knew I wasn't alone; I looked
around and saw Marc asleep in the chair near the bed. He had fallen asleep
holding my hand, and still was. I squeezed his hand before taking it out of
his grip. The moonlight streamed in through the windows and onto Marc's
body. I had thought that there was no way he could look more beautiful, but
I knew now that I had been wrong. His broad chest rose and fell with every
single breath. His hair shined in the light and his skin…He opened his eyes
stopping my train of thoughts. He was first startled when he saw me awake
and staring at him but he soon calmed down and smiled at me.

"Hey, how are you feeling?"

"Good but not as much as you look. Why aren't my parents here?"

"Your aunt Daisy got worse. I told them that I'll take care of you and
convinced them to go see her."

"Oh…Thanks! And it's not Daisy, its Macy"

"Whatever, right now I just need to remember one 3 lettered name"

"You certainly have a way with words." I said, "You, don't mind me and get
some sleep. I've been sleeping whole day I'll just stay awake and stare at
you if you don't mind"

"Don't worry about me. I'm bit of an Insomniac, plus I've gotten used to
staying up late, thanks to my job."

"Can I get some water please? I'm really thirsty"

"I bet you are and hungry." He passed me a bottle of water and said,
"There's this 24-hour restaurant nearby. I'll just be 15 minutes" Saying
this he took his coat and left. I hated to be alone, the same moonlight
that made Marc look like a god was now making the room look like eerie. I
just sat there thinking about what all had happened in my life. None of it
seemed real, I wasn't even sure if it was, but I couldn't have wanted it
any other way, well, the pain that the accident left, that I could do
without. I wondered where this was leading, and for how long? My life had
completely changed in a span of just 24 hours. All this seemed like one of
those unbelievable fictional stories that you find on gay websites or
message boards, a fantasy of some loveless writer. Thoughts moved in and
out of my head, but it soon stopped as the door opened and Marc walked
in. He handed me a large burger and sat down with his as we devoured our
food. None of us spoke for quite some time; we just sat there drinking each
other in. I suddenly remembered what I'd been thinking about in his absence
and finally decided to ask him, "So where do we go from here?"

"Well, tomorrow we'll go home. You'll have to stay with me till your
parents come back."  "OK, but that wasn't what I was asking" "Oh, so what
WERE you asking?"  "Umm, where do we go from here as in where does our
relationship go now?"  "Ian, you can't take it anywhere, it's love and
it'll go where it has to. Nothing HAS to change between us and neither do
we."  "Oh, ok, wait…did you just say I'm gonna live with you now" "Till,
your parents get here. And Ian you're still 15 so don't expect things, your
still illegal."  "Good, I didn't want to rush it either. But you DO know I
wouldn't tell anyone."  "I do, but it's not a legitimate reason. As much as
I want to, we're gonna have to wait a year or two. I don't want to make a
mistake, not again."

Well, at least I know he's not a fiend or a psychopath. We talked till
dawn, which was like a couple of hours. For those hours he made me forget
that I was in pain, or even if I ever had an accident. He was the only
treatment I needed. In the morning he said he had to take care of some
things, he got me breakfast and left. I was feeling better, much better
actually; I couldn't wait to get out of that place. Marc came back after an
hour or so and gave me my clothes, he had been at my house, I guessed my
parents must have given him the keys. I got dressed with a slight
discomfort and bid the doctor goodbye. Marc drove me home, ahem, to my new
home. No one talked on the way; I guess it all still felt awkward. He
finally said, "Ian, now that we're together, you're mine, and you better
start believing it. Whatever I do to you, you can't stop me, and you
won't."

******************************************* Hi again,

I'm sorry I had to the whole hospital sequence but it was important to the
story line. Here I have to warn you, this is where it starts getting a
*bit* soap opera'ish (or has it already started) but I hope I don't lose
you all with it. I'm sorry that because of my exams I could only reply to
people who were first time mailers or had something importanat to be
answered, so if you don't get a reply please try again after a couple of
days.

I think you've noticed that I put Ch 5 and 6 together. That's just 'cause 6
was shorter and could fit in. I know after reading the above chapters some
of you are going, "I knew that was gonna happen" but trust me if the Ch 9,
doesn't throw you away, nothing will. Anyway...I've got exactly 45 mails
from readers right now, and I realise that not everyone that reads it
writes back but how do I know you guys really like it or not. So if you've
read it, liked it and not mailed me, then start your mail client now and
get to this address: kamguy@alexandria.cc If you don't I might just have to
come to you with chains and a whip, I KNOW WHERE YOU LIVE!!!

Ok, about the contest. Most of the readers want to take it slow and only a
few want to take the quick way out so in interest of the larger section
here I'm not gonna do the contest. Which is good, 'cause I just
looooooooooove to leave you guys hanging. I hope I have your interest so
far. Oh, and one last thinng...people who think this is going to end up in
a very bad porno movie, you have to go and find something else.

Kam. :)