Date: Mon, 12 Jan 2004 17:34:59 +0530
From: Kam <kamguy@alexandria.cc>
Subject: The Boy 7

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Hi everyone, again, here is chapter 7...oh, and thanks for the responses
for Ch 5 and 6.

*Drumroll*

Chapter 7

His last remark really threw me off; I was wondering what he was talking
about. When we got there I tried to get out and walk towards the house but
he stopped me and picked me up in his arms. I told him that I could walk
but he pretended like he didn't listen. He carefully carried me to the
door. I tried protesting and told him to put me down but he just wouldn't
listen.

"Hey, I told you you're not stopping me. You're with me now and you don't
have to lift a finger. I'm gonna do everything for you, and like I said,
you're not stopping me. I don't care if you're hurting or not. You're gonna
be taken care of whether you like it or not."

That whole day was amazing. Marc treated me like a king, ok, a prince, and
he called me that too. Ironically, that accident was the best thing that
ever happened to me. All I had to do was ask and it was there, in a way he
made me feel very guilty but what a feeling! In the evening he rented some
movies. The movies were great but then again, I was watching more of Marc
than the movies, and I got the feeling so was he. It was 10 when all of
them ended, he told me to go to bed. He showed me the extra bedroom. He
tucked me in, kissed me on the forehead and left. I stared at the ceiling
recalling the events of the day, wasn't that hard, how could I forget? I
couldn't sleep. It was 11 now and I still lay awake in bed till I felt the
urge to go pee. I got up and went to the bathroom, wasn't long till I found
it and finished my business. I started back to my room when I passed across
Marc's room and stopped, curiosity got the best of me and I decided to take
a peek. He slept there his back to me, I remembered the first time I saw
his back through my window, it still looked amazing. I stood by the door
and when I decided to leave the door creaked. He turned around and saw me
at the door, "Ian, is that you? What are you doing up so late?"

"I couldn't sleep, I decided to take a leak and then…"

"You too huh? I can't sleep either." He said looking at me, "Wanna talk for
sometime? You don't mind lying with me, do you? No funny stuff, I promise."
Did I ever! I couldn't believe he just asked me that. It's like asking a
beggar IF he wants a million dollars. But instead of all that I just
shrugged and said, "Sure!" I walked over to him and he raised the sheet to
let me in. He was wearing a pair of light grayish soft PJs that just
accentuated his "package" and gave me a glimpse at the trail leading into
his bush. I got in and he let down the sheets to cover me. At first we just
lay there staring at the ceiling when he turned over and hugged me and
asked if it was okay, again, stupid question but I just said that it was
fine. We got talking and I ended up sleeping with him.

I woke up in the middle of the night and found myself in his embrace, him
spooning against my back, me on my side facing the door, his hands on my
chest and him breathing on my neck, his lips just slightly brushing my
cheeks. The pain was just barely noticeable it felt great; he felt great
and my life felt great. I just lay there savoring the moment when I heard
Marc's voice, "Ian, are you awake?" I whispered a yes and waited for him to
talk again, but I didn't hear anything. I felt his lips on the nape of my
neck. He started kissing it and moved to my shoulders. I turned around to
face him and he quickly gave me a quick brush on my lips with his, and
stared at me for sometime. Our breaths grew heavier and deeper. He kissed
me again only this time it lasted for over a minute, but it felt like an
eternity. We kissed again till I felt something against my thigh. I looked
down and saw his hardness poking at my leg like a knife forming a perfect
tent in his, now not so loose pajamas, it seemed to have a life of its own,
I looked back up again at him and we both snickered and soon broke into a
complete laughter. We laughed for sometime before he hugged me again and we
fell asleep in each other's arm.

I woke up the next morning Marc was gone. I remembered last night and
smiled to myself and wondered what would have happened if we hadn't started
laughing, if we had continued. But Marc soon poked his head in and told me
to get ready for breakfast. I took a shower and came out in my towel; Marc
said he had kept my clothes on the bed and told me to get dressed and come
down for breakfast. I pulled on a pair of jeans and a T and came down. We
sat down across from each other eating our breakfast, I looked at him and
we both blushed and smiled. We were both thinking of the same thing that is
our last night's little adventure, that is, if it DID happen. The thought
never crossed my mind that it all could have been a dream, and as if our
minds were connected he asks me

"Ian? I'm not sure about this but…ah, never mind."  "What, What is it? Come
one tell me."  "Did something happen last night, or maybe I dreamt it…I
don't know" "Oh yeah. It definitely happened. I think "it" left a scar on
my thigh." I tried to say this with a straight face but I broke into a
snicker, soon he joined in too. He looked at me and then leaned over the
table and started kissing me. I know this kissing thing is getting too
cliché but hey, you weren't there (and thank god for that). He drew back
and sat down, still looking at me he asked.

"So how are you feeling?"  "I'm good. Never felt better. I feel really
great."  "Good, then I'm guessing your good to go to school."  "Aww, do I
have to? I'd just had an accident. For all you know I might be mentally
traumatized. Can't I stay home today?"  "Hey, you just said you feel
great…Fine!!! You can stay, but when your parents ask you explain it to
them, you little manipulative rascal."  "Really? Thanks, So what do we do
at home today?"  "What do you want to do? We can rent some more movies if
you want. What did you have in mind?"  "More movies? Don't bother," I said
in a dull tone, "So…umm can I use your computer?"  "Sure, its still
upstairs" he said.

Jeez, what happened to his imagination I thought, sit at home watching
movies? Was that the best he could come up with? I went upstairs and turned
on the computer and checked and wrote reply to some mails and then did some
other "stuff" the rest of the afternoon was mundane too. He had gone out to
do some shopping but he didn't take me with him saying that he'd be back
soon and I might get bored shopping. When he came back I took the keys to
my house from him and said that I'd be back after an hour so. He got very
excited when I told him that, I think I felt bad then, I felt like he
didn't want me there. I had to go do some reading for school next day. I
couldn't possibly avoid school too long. After a couple of hours of reading
I fell asleep. When I finally woke up it had been quite some time so I
decided to head back, and see what he was up to.

I got back and found that the door was stuck. I knocked a couple of times
and he asked who it was. When I announced myself I heard someone stumbling
to the door and heard Marc say something that sounded like, "Shit, he's
early". I pushed the door open and my jaw dropped with what I saw. How and
why would he do something like this?

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Hah! Got you wondering didn't I? 

Mail Check: 56 mails.
Story Status: 7 Chapters completed, 4 Chapters to go.
Reader Status: Left Hanging and in extreme state of enigma.
Mission Accomplished.

I am so honoured that you all like this so much. Not one single hate-mail.
Just a couple of Viagra ads but I don't think it's got anything to do with
this. I guess we might as well go back a bit from here. This is my very
first story and the first success. The reason behind this story was a
website actually for which I started writing for the first time.
*www.rhavenlore.com/rhavenpost* an amazingly friendly community that got me
started with writing. That is where I got my first chapter posted and
encouragement to finish the story and also made great friends on the
way. So, thank you Rhavenlore.

I've also started on another story which I believe I'll finish some days
after I finish posting the complete Boy series. Also, I've written an essay
dedicated to my lovelife, short yes, boring yes, completed yes. That'll be
posted right after The Boy. So, hope you hold out for that too.

Kam >>> kamguy@alexandria.cc
PS: Muah! Love you guys!