Date: 12 Jul 99 12:26:40 MST From: Dan <rimshot@planetaccess.com> Subject: Daniel and JD, Physical Therapy Daniel laid on the family room couch, twisting and hunching, trying to find a comfortable position. His left leg and arm were in casts, and the left side of his ribs showed the retreating signs of heavy bruising. He'd just returned home three days ago after a forty one day stay at the hospital following a car accident that nearly killed him and his best friend, JD. JD had gotten numerous muscle pulls, but wasn't seriously hurt. The late morning sun filtered through the sheers over the windows, and the tv talked to itself in the corner, the talk show host bringing on yet another battered girlfriend's little brother's teacher's gardner for an interview. Daniel sighed deeply and used the remote to shut the tv off. He dropped back on the pillow and draped his hand over his eyes, feeling bordom creeping into his mind. He was a tall boy for his seventeen years, and was possessed of a trim swimmer's body, having won several meets at high school. He had worn his dusty blond hair shaved quite close before the accident, primarily for the ease of putting on a cap before swimming, but had alowed it to grow out while in the hospital. It was now parted on the left side, and he intended on letting it grow for awhile. Due to his leg cast, he wasn't able to wear much for clothing, and had on only an altered pair of light blue cotton boxers that his mother had cut down the sides and sewn velcro onto, specifically to make it easier to go to the bathroom, prefferably un-attended. He pushed the light bed sheet covering his torso down and scratched at the top of his leg, silently cursing the damned thing for the millionth time. He had a coat hanger bent into a loop nearby to slide into the cast if an itch occured out of reach, which happened frequently. Daniel had nearly dozed off when the door bell rang. He glanced at his crutches, breifly thinking of the walk into the living room, and opted for the easier path. "It's open!" He shouted, wincing and cradling his ribs. He listened as the door opened and shut, and footsteps approached through the house, into the kitchen, finally into the family room. "Hey, buddy!" JD, his friend and confidante of thirteen years leaned into the door way, an enourmous grin covering his fox like face. "How's our favorite parapelegic feeling today?" JD made his way to a recliner opposite the couch and plopped down, folding out the leg support. "I feel like a goddamn prisoner" Daniel groused, rolling onto his right side. "I made it to the toilet once on my own, and I hope to christ I don't have to go again until Mom get's home." He adjusted his pillows and laid back, sagging a llittle from the effort. "I'll help you like I did at the hospital, if you need me to." JD offered, pity tugging at his emotions. It was hard for him to see Daniel this way, broken. He admired Daniel, and shared with him a bond un-like anyone else could. JD was gay. They both had known it for years, and Daniel was ok with that. He knew that JD would never put moves on him, and JD would never do anything to put their friendship in jeopardy. JD loved Daniel fiercely, and secretly fantasized about the other, his mind creating scenarios where they might be intimate, but would rather die than act on them. He saw Daniel naked almost daily, and though he was permanently in awe of Daniel's beautiful body, he had trained himself to completely block any outside stimulus that might cause a physical reaction. It was just a fact of life. "I'm ok, but thanks." Daniel said, reaching for his glass of Coke. "There's sodas in the fridge if you want one, and chips in the cupboard." He sipped at the glass, and fumbled it, spilling it all over himself. "Goddamned it!" He lurched, shocked at the cold and then hissing as his leg and arm lit up with pain. "Shit!" JD jumped out of the chair and was instantly at the side of the couch. "Don't move, Dan. It's just gonna make it worse." He grabbed the sheet and blotted at the spilled soda, trying to get it away from the casts and trying to keep it from spreading on the couch. The cushion and Daniel were soaked, and he sat back on his heels, smirking. "Get my crutches, would you?" Daniel asked, slowly rotating to a sitting position. "I'm getting sticky. Help me up to the bathroom." JD got the crutches and rested them on the arm of the couch, them braced himself to help pull the other up. Daniel grunted as he stood up, the took the crutches under his arms, hesitantly moving towards the door. "Jesus, I've got Coke running down my ass, and my leg hairs are sticking together." JD chuckled and followed him down the hall. "I wish I had a video camera right now." He said, side stepping around Daniel to turn on the light and hold the bathroom door open. "Fuck you, dickhead." Daniel shot back with a lopsided grin. "I did not almost die so you could win the money for funniest home video." He manuvered into the bathroom and rested up against the sink, setting the crutches aside. "Mom made me another set of these boxers. Their in the washroom. Will you get them for me?" He began to tug at the velro to remove the sticky shorts. "Yeah, I'll be right back." JD Moved into the hallway. "Don't crash and burn on me, 'kay?" He found the other pair of shorts and pulled the sides apart as he walked back. As he entered, he stopped short, amazed at the sight before him. Even in the casts, Daniel's naked form staggered him, and he swallowed hard before waking in. Daniel was oblivious to the attention as he futiley attempted to wash himself with a wash cloth. He was unable to bend, and was caught by the pain if he went to far. Disgusted, he threw the cloth into the sink. "Calm down, man," JD Soothed, picking up the cloth. "It's not your fault." He guided the other around and began to gently clean his back and legs. The irony caught him as he worked over Daniel's perfect ass, and he snickered without meaning to. "What's funny?" Daniel demanded, leaning against the wall. He couldn't see JD, couldn't twist, and glanced at the mirror over the sink. "I was just thinking of how many girls would kill to be doing what I'm doing right now." He looked up at Daniel's reflection and winked, sporting a wicked grin. "You are not at all amusing." Daniel winced and shuffled to a slightly more comfortable stance. He looked down to watch as his leg was being washed, and felt a strange kernal of thought invade his mind. JD was being very gentle and methodical, and at the same time was causing an incredible physical sensation. beads of sweat broke on Daniel's forehead, and he felt a mild stirring in his crotch. His cheeks blushed. "Turn around, hero, so I can finish." JD rocked back on his heels and guided the leg cast around. He was nearly poked in the eye by Daniel's hardening erection. Shocked, he looked up into the other's face and read guilt and embarassment. He quickly looked back down and totaly ingnored his heart's fondest desire, giong back to the soda. "Maybe I should finish," Daniel whispered huskily. He didn't want to put his hands over his now hard dick and insult JD, and damned sure didn't want to discuss how good the wash up had felt.. He stood there with his face turning redder by the scond, completely unable to decide what to do. "I'm almost done." JD said, wiping Daniel's washboard stomach, then wiping the right thigh and pubic region. He looked up at Danieal to find his eyes closed. JD accidently brushed the tip of Daniel's penis, and Daniel maon quietly. He hesitated only a moment before wiping the member sticking out before him. A droplet glistened at the tip. He gently took it in his hand and wiped the bottom, hearing Daniel inhale sharply. His mind was screaming that he may never have this oppurtunity again, and that he might destroy the best friendship he had ever had for a few seconds of lust. Taking the chance, he gently began to stroke Daniel, looking alternately between the wonderful penis and Daniel's face. The other's breathing began to deepen, and after a slight hesitation, JD leaned forward and took it into his mouth. "Hungh!" Daniel gasped and grabbed the shower rod to stay on his feet. Incredible sensations struck like lightening through his dick, and he swooned against the wall, feeling an indescribable charge building in his gut. The feeling of JD's tongue and fingers were unlike anything he'd ever experienced, and the outside world began to dim as he neared orgasm. JD quickened the pace, unable to stop. He was overjoyed at finaly getting this moment, and the consequences were a remote hinderance. He felt Daniel begin to pulse and buck forward, and soon wave after wave of juice flowed, and he swallowed over and over. Daniel began to topple forward, and he jumped up to catch him before he fell. Daniel's breathing was ragged, and his whole body was flushed and hot to the touch. JD put his arms around Daniel to support him, and carefullyhelped him through the house to the couch. He laid the other down and arranged the pillows under the casts, all the while worried and sick about the lack of communication between them. He went back and grabbed the wash cloth and cleaned Daniel up a second time, them gently pulled the altered boxer shorts under his ass before folding them over his lap and doing up the velcro sides. With one last wistful glance at the man on the couch, be flopped back into the recliner to wait and see what Daniel would say or do. Daniel felt exhausted, and was amazed at the warm glow that pulsed through his body. He was confused and scared, and had no idea what to say or think. He made eye contact with JD, and was upset by the pain he saw in the other's eyes, but couldn't come up with one word. He drifted off into a doze, and unaware of time, slept for almost an hour. A throb in his broken arm woke him to find JD watching tv. "Feeling better?" JD asked, turning off the set. Daniel nodded, adjusting one of the pillows. Ha asked JD to get one of his pain pills and watched fis best friend leave the room. JD wore cutoffs and a worn t-shirt and sandles, and Daniel was suprised that he would actually notice that. He never had before. He also noticed JD's long light brown hair in a slightly different way, and his heart raced a little. Could he actually find his friend atractive? The idea terrified him, and he noticed a slightly building bulge in his lap. He could Hear JD returning, and hurried to cover himself with the sheet. JD handed him the pill and a fresh Coke, poised to grab the glass if needed to stop a second drenching. Daniel mumbled a thanks and gave the glass back, closing his eyes and waiting for the pill to kick in. He listened as JD again got in the recliner. There was a long silence between them, but not a an expectation, which suprised Daniel. His fear was receding as well. "Why did you do that?" He finally asked, working up the courage. It was, after all, his best friend of many years in the chair, not a total stranger. "I don't honestly know, Dude." JD sounded a little hushed, all most whispering. "I hope I didn't fuck up severely, though." Daniel turned his head to the other, drawn to the quaivering voice. "No, man! It's cool. I'm not mad or anything, I was just surprised. I never had a blow before, and I never expected to get one from you, that's all." JD chuckled. "I never thought I'd give you one, so we're even." He smiled at Daniel, somewhat relieved, but worried. He decided to let Daniel guide the conversation. "One of the things that I always liked about you was that you never acted gay, you know?" Daniel said, slowly sorting his mind out. "I mean, you're a guy. You act like a guy. You never act like a sissy, or dumbshit, you know?" He laid back on the pillow and stared at the ceiling. "I've never even seen you with another guy talking or anything." He put his right arm under his head. "I think I forget that you're gay sometimes." "did it change the feeling for you because it was another guy, not a girl?" JD asked. Daniel looked at him breifly, them shook his head. "You and I know each other's bodies better than our own mother's do. We've seen each other naked almost more than dressed. Do you think I would ever do anything to hurt you, or deliberately screw up the strongest friendship since Batman and Robin?" JD got up and knelt beside the couch looking intently into Daniel's eyes. "I'm part of you. And you're part of me. I know everything that has happened to you since you were four, and you know everything that happened to me." He laid his hand on Daniel's chest, and was glad the other didn't see it as a sexual gesture. "I did it because you're my friend, my brother, and because I gaddamned well felt like it." Daniel laughed and took JD's hand in his for a moment, then pushed the other onto the floor. "You dipshit, I wasn't bitching. I just hope you realize that I don't think I can feel the way you do, that's all." He turned to his right side, glad that he wasn't feeling upset now. "You're my buddy, man. My amigo. You know where my stuff is hidden when I hide it. You know everything." "I didn't ask you to fall madly in love with me, Danny. I don't want to see any change between us. One thing to keep in mind though," He said, moving back to the recliner, "If it didn't hurt, and it felt good, it can happen again." He picked up the remote and turned on MTV. "But only for you." The next day JD went out of town with his family for two weeks, leaving Daniel with alot on his mind. Their conversation replayed and replayed, and after several days he couldn't think of a reason why he should be upset at what JD had done. It felt great, and he couldn't see a reason to change how he felt about his friend. It wasn't like they made out or something. During the absence of JD, Daniel went to the doctor twice, and was rewarded with a cast on his arm that was now not quite to the elbow, and a new lighter cast on his leg. He was informed that he might get a walking cast in two or three weeks if his improvement continued. He was now a lot more mobile, easily navigating the house and back yard, and could possibly even look forward to his senior year on the swim team. JD found him standing on the patio in the sun, directing the neighbor's son as he mowed the lawn. Daniel used only one crutch, and had no more visible bruising. He hollered and motion the kid at a missed patch of grass, narrowly missing JD's head with his cast. He now had several articles of mother altered clothing, and just this morning had figured out that his Speedo from the swim team would stretch over his leg cast. He was covered in suntan oil. "Watch the arm there Hero!" JD said, catching the cast in his hands before it nailed him in the head. Daniel turned around, eyes lighting up, and threw his arms around JD, totaly shocking him. "Hey, you putz! I was just beginning to wonder if you'd died." "Wow," JD said, surprised by the embrace. "I'm glad to see you, too." He looked down at his white t-shirt, now covered in tanning lotion, and laughed. "Do you grease down all of your visitors?" "Sorry." Daniel chuckled and settled in to a lounge chair. "I've been going out of my mind. I was so bored, I've been driving Niel Hendrick's kid nuts while he's mowing." He adjusted his leg cast and leaned back in the chair. "You want some iced tea or something? there's all kinds of shit in the fridge." JD pulled of his t-shirt and plopped into the chair next to Daniel's. "No thanks, man. I came by to see if you wanted to get out for a while. Are you up to a trip to the mall?" "Maybe after the kid gets done. Mom left me the money to pay him." They sat in silence, watching the boy push the mower. After a few minutes, daniel spoke quietly, not turning his head. "Can I ask you something?" JD was instantly more alert, well aware of what had happened the last time he visited. "You know you can." He answered, mentally bracing himself. "Are you attracted to me?" Daniel turned to meet JD's eyes, his face troubled. JD sighed deeply, thinking of where to begin. "Yes, but not the way you're thinking." He turned his chair slightly and leaned forward on his knees. "I want to explain this to you, and I want you to know that I don't want anything to screw up our friendship, Daniel. You're my best friend, my brother, and I would kill anything that ruined that, do you understand?" Daniel nodded, agreeing. JD continued. "I like sex. I won't bullshit you, I like to look at other guys. But I don't want to fall in love with them. Do you see the difference? I hate the gay stereo type, with the faggy behavior, and talking about clothes, and picking out curtains. That's not me." He leaned back in the chair and ran his hand over his face, trying to put ideas toghether. "Have you ever seen me make a pass at another guy?" He asked. Daniel shook his head slightly. "Have I make a pass at you?" Again the head shake. "That's the point, man. The sex part feels good, but the rest is non-existant with me. Do you get it?" "So you can be attracted to my body, even want to have sex with me, or someone like me, and it's just sex?" Daniel grinned lopsidedly, wondering about how wierd this conversation was. "That doesn't sound very gay." "Exactly!" JD's eyes lit up. "I don't see myself as gay. I don't want to live with a gay partner, or have some kind of relationship, I just like to see guys naked. I think a lot of women are attractive, too." He wiped sweat of his chest with his t-shirt and waved a fly away. "I just haven't found one that I want to have sex with yet." Daniel visibly relaxed. He was relieved, but still confused. His mind raced back to the physical sensations he'd felt, and the gentlness of JD's washing him up. A shiver ran through him. It wasn't a bad feeling, but he couldn't describe it. He also knew that JD was still, and always would be his friend, especially with all the honesty he'd just heard. The information he had now would in the wrong hands get JD beaten to a pulp. He also knew he would never tell a soul. So did JD. He held out his hand and clasped JD's in a vise grip momentarily, meeting his eyes. "I'm sorry I doubted you, dude. I should've known better." JD was about to speak, but the mower stopped. With some help, Daniel got up and paid the boy, praising the job he'd done. JD led him to the front door as Daniel hobbled into the kitchen, the cold air from the A/C shocking him as he enterd the house. "What about that mall, Danny? Think your up to it?" JD asked as he entered the kitchen, making for the fridge. "I doubt it. I don't think I could walk that much yet." Daniel leaned against the counter and accepted a coke. "I'd like to, but I don't want to end up on pain pills again. I get cramps in my leg, but I can take Motrin for those." "You wanna go up to Dexter's Landing and get some rays? I'll grab Dad's Blazer so your leg will fit, and we can get your boom box and a cooler of cokes?" Daniel nodded. "Yeah, I like that." he slowly moved towards the hall. "I've got some shorts that mom put velcro on, and a t-shirt in my room. Grab a blanket out of the camping stuff, and I'll get my cds." After carefully getting Daniel into the Chevy Blazer, and double checking to see if everything was packed, JD swung the truck out of the drive way and headed north for the hills. Dexter's Landing was a summer home owned by his father, about twenty eight miles out of town and up in the top of a canyon. There was an A-frame cabin on about ten acres, with a small river flowing through it. About dead center of the fenced property was an enormous pond called Dester's Landing. As they pulled up they could see the familiar waterfall and giant boulders half ringing the pond. Elm and poplar trees grew densly around the big water hole, casting shade over all but the grassy slope leading back towards to cabin. It was nirvana. Before helping Daniel out of the truck, JD pulled the packed items and set up a picnic camp. He spread the blanket out, and set the radio and cooler nearby. Daniel turned in the seat and accepted the help offered. Using both crutches, he made his way to the pond and dipped his bare foot in the water. "This was a good idea, JD. I needed this." He allowed JD to remove his shorts, leaving him in just his Speedo again, and then slowly climbed onto one of the big rocks, basking in the sun. He could position himself just right to dip his un-injured leg in the water. JD removed his clothing and pulled on his own Speedo before making a mad dash into the water. The splash reached all the way back andhit Daniel, who laughed and splashed back. "Just don't get the casts wet, ok?" He hollered, splashing again. After about an hour, Daniel's ass was getting tired of the rock. As he watched DJ swim, he tried to adjust his position. Asharp pain shot through his leg and ass, and he cried out, falling backwards onto the rock and arching his back. JD sprange from the water and ran to his side. "What is it? What happened?" JD put his arm under Daniel's shoulders and helped him stand up of the rock. Daniel's back still arched, and he almost could walk. There were tears streaming down his cheecks. "It's a fucking cramp!" He gestured towards the blanket. Help me lay down. I gotta stretch it out." They laid him on his back, but nothing seemed to help. "Can I rub it? would tha help?" JD asked, watching helplessly as his friend writhed in pain. "I don't know." Danieal grimaced. JD helped him roll onto his stomach, and the offending muscle was obvious. He stradled Daniel's shoulders and went to work on his lower back. The other grunted, and JD was amazed how knotted up the muscle was. He rubbed harder, and was rewarded with it loosening slightly. He moved his hands in a circular motion, occasionaly going under the waist band of Daniel's Speedo. He could feel the other relaxing, and continued to rub his back, hip and leg. "This is gonna sound corny, but will you rub my ass? You have no idea how good that feels after being in a cast for seven weeks." Danieal mumbled, laying his head on his arms. "I bet." JD said, looking for the tanning lotion for lubrication. He glanced at Daniel, then made a choice on how to proceed. "I'm gonna take you suit off, Dude. Just relax." Surprised, he felt Danieal lift his waist, and he tugged at the spandex material. Getting it over the cast took some time, but it slid of without much of a fight. JD stradled Daniel again, and poured lotion onto his hands. He started with the left cheek and used his fingers and thumb to knead Daniel's bunns like bread dough. Daniel had been silent, but had started to moan quietly as JD worked. He slipped and actually touched Daniel's asshole, causing the other to jump. "I'm sorry, Danny. That was an accident." "It's ok, it felt kinda good." Daniel mumbled foggily. JD smiled, then returned to his massage, adding oil. Daniel's reaction made him bolder, and he began to move his finger deliberately across the sphinter muscles, dipping all the way down and around to fondle Daniel's testicles. The other's moans were still quite, but had intensified. "Turn over, man." JD said, raising himself off the small of Daniel's back. He was amussed when Daniel didn't even hesitate, immediately rolling onto his back. He had an enourmous hard on, and grinned up at JD like the cheshire cat. "I told you it felt good." He said, throwing his arm over his eyes to block the sun. JD cupped his friend's balls with his hand and gently urged him to spread his legs with the other. Mindful of the cast, he began to rub the testicles again, allowing his fingers to end up at Daniel's rectum. Without warning he put his mouth over Daniel's hardon and began to move up and down slowly. A long moan escaped from the other, JD waited for a few moments, then plunged his middle finger into Daniel's ass, going for the prostate. Daniel bucked and clamped hard on the finger, and his breathing began deep and ragged. "Holy shit!" He gasped, rhythmicly moving his hips. "Jesus, that's incredible!" JD moved faster, moving his tongue around the shaft and increasing the tempo of his finger. Daniel's breaths came much faster, and his whole body was quivering. All at once he went ridged, wave after wave of orgasm shaking him. He shot into JD's mouth, his face a grimace of ecstasy. JD continued to suck until the pleasure was over, then withdrew to lay down next to Daniel. Daniel was quite for a long time, recovering from what he honestly thought might be the most powerful orgasm he'd ever had. His mind got tired of the confusing emotional battle, and shut down, leaving him feeling just warmed by the sun and spent. He opened his eyes glancing under his arm and looked at JD, a faint smile on his lips. "I want to ask you something, but I don't want you to act funny or anything...." "So ask." Daniel swallowed a couple of times, afraid of what he was thinking, but unable to stop himself. "Can......I look at you? Naked?" JD smiled at him and stood up to undo the strings of his Speedo. He slid it down and tossed it onto the blanket and stood there, watching as Daniel's eyes roamed his body. They were built almost identically, with swimmer's builds. The only difference being JD's long light brown hair pulled back in a pony tail verses Daniel's one length blond hair. After a moment he sat cross legged next to Daniel's side. "What do you think?" He asked, reaching out and gently stroking the leg that wasn't in a cast. Daniel reached over and tentatively touched JD's penis, and ran his fingers over his inner thigh. JD raised one of his legs out of the way, feeling himself get hard at the other's touch. "This doesn't seem that bad anymore." Daniel said at last, almost hypnotized by his own actions. He found himself building a rhythm as he stroked JD, and watched JD's eyes close. Occasionally he ran his hand lightly under the other's balls, feeling a bit of a thrill as JD began to moan softly, much as he had. He was also amazed to find himself getting hard again. JD noticed, and applied tanning lotion to Daniel. "Don't panic, man. I want you to try something." Quickly, JD moved over and straddled Daniel, guiding his hardon towards his own ass. Before Daniel could react, he settled down, feeling Daniel go all the way up inside his ass. "Oh GOD!" Daniel gasped, unable to handle the sensation. He had never felt anything so warm and tight. He reached out to JD's penis and began the rythmic movements again, trying to focus on returning some of the pleasure he felt. Before long JD's eyes closed, and his own breathing became ragged. He increased the speed at which he was moving up and down on Daniel, and Daniel in turn sped up on his own hardon. He could feel the muscles in his stomach tighten, and he gritted his teeth, trying to wait for Daniel to cum first. Finally Daniel arched up, draping his casted arm around JD's shoulders. "Hungh!" He groaned, pumping on JD as fast as he could. He came, sending load after load into JD's ass, eyes screwed shut tight. JD wrapped his own arms around Daniel, and felt himself let go, blowing semen all over both og their chests and stomachs. As the motions subsided, he lowered Daniel to the blanket, then leaned over him, not pulling off the other's now receding hardon. He kissed Daniel. Lightly at first, then shocked when he felt lips searching for his. He opened his mouth and felt the tip of Daniel's tongue, offering his own. Finally they parted, and JD rolled over on to his back. "How's your cramp?" He asked, running a finger lightly up Daniel's stomach. Daniel laid with his eyes closed, deeply breathing, feeling almost like he was floating. "What cramp?" He snickered.