Date: Sat, 21 Jan 2006 19:39:52 -0500
From: Miss Meehan <lilliluthor@hotmail.com>
Subject: Sleeping Beauty

Disclaimer: The 4400 is owned and copyrighted by the following - Paramount
Network Television in Association with Sky Television, Renegade 83, and
American Zoetrope for USA Network.  No copyright infringement is intended


As much as he wanted his son to wake up, Tom Baldwin also dreaded his son
waking up. For three years, he sat nightly by Kyle's bedside reliving the
last moments spent with his shaggy haired son before finding him
unconscious on the beach a day later.  He needed answers.  He needed to
find Shawn.  Tom worried about how much Kyle had shared with his cousin
before his disappearance.  Tom worried that Shawn might turn up in Seattle
with police and reporters and tell the world what he really was.

"If you would just wake up Kyle; let me talk to you, let me explain."

Tom rubbed his hands over his face and stood.  He paced over to the window
and stared at the darkened sky.  His mind drifted back to that fateful
night three years ago.  It was warm and mild for a Seattle September.  It
was the weekend before school was to start. Tom and his wife Linda had been
fighting again.  This time about his work and his inability to find time
for her and their son.  Tom in typical fashion, had barricaded himself in
his study.  As a federal agent, his life was under scrutiny as it was.
Pouring himself into his work had been his only option, his only escape.
Linda knew he was trying to avoid the family but she had no idea why.

Tom had planned his life out so carefully from his freshman year in high
school to college and the bureau.  He knew everything he needed to get
ahead in his career; a loving wife, an adoring son.  Kyle and he had been
close when the boy was small.  It wasn't until he turned fourteen, that Tom
began to distance himself from his son.  Linda naturally associated his
aloofness with his new position at the NTSC, but in truth that was all
coincidence.  Tom allowed the job to take up his time because too much time
on his hands allowed him to think, and the one thing he thought about
constantly was his son.

As early as junior high, Tom had become increasingly aware of his
attraction to other boys.  Being athletic, tall and good looking, he was a
natural leader and lots of boys his age looked up to him, wanted to be near
him and be like him.  By the time he'd gotten to high school, he was six
foot tall, slim but solid.  Girls swooned over him constantly but there was
something else he noticed.  He almost always could solicit the same
reaction from certain boys as he did the girls. He quickly found that he
liked the attention.  Taking on the role of a mentor to some of the younger
ones, Tom had the pleasure of being in the presence of some of the most
nubile young flesh he'd ever seen.  He got to touch accidentally, get his
eye full and tussle and wrestle in the locker rooms all in the name of good
natured fun.

By college it wasn't enough.  Tom knew he had to be careful.  A political
science major with aspirations of joining law enforcement, he knew it
wouldn't do to have an unseemly sexual scandal in his background.  So he
abstained.  He dated. He married and had a son.  He loved his son very
much, like any father would.  Then one day Kyle came home after a game of
baseball at school.  He'd just turned fourteen.  Tom had the day off and
was passing by the bathroom on the way to his bedroom.  The door was
slightly cracked and Tom stood frozen as he caught sight of his little boy
who had changed to a man almost overnight.

Kyle was staring at his side profile in the mirror.  His cock was
semi-erect, a good seven inches. His chest was hairless and while his
stomach was toned and muscular, it was flat and for the life of him Tom
couldn't stop himself from wondering how his hand would feel running down
the smooth stomach.  Kyle's calves and thighs were strong from playing
shortstop and his buttock's was firm.  His skin was like peaches and cream
and Tom absently licked his lips watching his son trail his hand down his
chest and settle at his cock.

He had to force himself to move quietly to his room.  To his shame and
horror, he found himself frantically tugging at his belt and undoing his
zipper. With his back braced against the door he freed his already hard
cock and jerked off to the image of his son.  When he came, he wept with
shame and disgust.  He wasn't a pervert, he wasn't a pedophile.  How could
this be happening.

It was then that he began to avoid Kyle at all costs.  He didn't trust
himself anymore.  Even at breakfast, he would sneak peeks over his
newspaper at his son.  He noticed the highlights of blond in Kyle's
otherwise dirty brown hair. He noticed the way his blue eyes peeped out
from behind the mess of hair that fell into his eyes.  He dreamed of
trailing kisses down the elongated chin and brushing back the hair that hid
his beautiful eyes.

Kyle and home were a torment to Tom.  Had he thought he could trust a
department shrink, he would have sought help.  Then the jealousy began.
Shawn and Kyle had always been close, but now Tom projected his own lusts
for Kyle onto Shawn.  Shawn had always been a bit of a bad boy and Kyle
seemed to look up to him for that..  They'd spend weekends out drinking
even though Kyle was underage.  Tom feared what else Shawn and Kyle did
when they were out alone together.  It didn't seem natural that they should
spend so much time alone together.

Then it happened, the night before Shawn's disappearance.  Linda went out
with Tom's sister to a movie.  It left he and Kyle alone.  Tom's plan was
to order pizza, watch a game and stay away from Kyle.  The plan changed
when Kyle sat down with his father on the sofa.  Tom was keenly aware of
his son.  He caught his sent, a mixture of ivory soap and a slightly sweet
fragranced cologne.  They were sharing a bowl of microwave popcorn and each
time Kyle leaned over to grab a handful, Tom got harder and harder.

"I'm getting a beer," Tom announced abruptly, "Want anything?"

Kyle flashed him an innocent pleading look and Tom broke his no drinking
policy for his son.  He returned with two beers and a stern command.

"Don't let your mother know I gave this to you."

A six pack later and Kyle was draped over his father, one hand resting on
his thigh.  He was laughing at everything.  Tom knew he'd be in trouble if
his wife came home and found her son like this, so with much begging and
pleading, he finally dragged Kyle by the wrists and up the stairs to his
bedroom.  He started to undress him but suddenly Kyle was ticklish and kept
squirming.  As much as he wanted to believe one thing led to another, he
knew it didn't.  Tom made a conscious decision not to leave well enough
alone.  He purposely tickled the boy until Kyle was laughing breathlessly
and struggling to keep his father's evil fingers off his sensitive body.
Tom pushed his son towards the bed and straddled him, holding his arms
above his head with one hand and letting his free hand sneak up the rucked
up tee shirt of his son.

Kyle squealed, pleading with his dad for mercy, he stopped squealing when
the tickles became touches and the touches roamed over his chest, his
stomach and grazed his sides.  In one wide-eyed moment, Kyle was sober and
staring up at his father flushed and confused.  Tom couldn't help himself,
he could have pretended it was all a game and ended it, but instead he
stared down at his boy and let his roaming hand work the buckle of his
son's belt.

"Dad," Kyle managed to say before Tom leaned down and smothered his lips
with his own.

Kyle was struggling beneath him now.  Not the playful struggle of moments
ago. His son wanted no part of what was happening. Tom used his height
advantage and pinned his boy down with the weight of his body.  He used
both hands to hold Kyle's in place and thrust his hips square against
Kyle's.  A high pitched squeak escaped his son's lips and Tom drew them
into his own deeper.  Kyle was bucking against him and it was making him
even harder.  He risked releasing one of his hands from his son's wrists
and slid it between them.  In spite of his squirming, Tom managed to slide
a hand between the rough material of the denim and his son's briefs. That's
when Kyle stilled.

Tom rubbed the semi-hard flesh through the cotton and now Kyle was more
rocking than bucking against his touches. A soft "Aah" escaped his mouth
and Tom slid his hand into the opening of his son's underwear and watched
as his son's head flailed from side to side.

"Dad," Kyle panted.

Kyle managed to somehow get his legs out from underneath his father's.
They were spread wide and Tom was nestled between them.  He stroked his son
inside his briefs and Kyle's eyes slid closed and his mouth was opened.
His breath was coming in fast harsh bursts.  Tom freed his son's wrists and
brushed the now sweat dampened hair out of his eyes. He kissed his son's
eyelids, his nose and along his jawline. He quickly took the opportunity to
relieve himself of all clothing from the waist down, before roughly pulling
Kyle's to mid thigh.  His son arched up into him when their cocks brushed
against each others.  Tom had the two in his hand and he fisted them
together until Kyle was whimpering.

The sound of the front door slamming jarred Tom from the ecstasy he was in.
He scrambled off the bed and quickly pulled up his underwear and pants.
Kyle was propped up on his elbows looking startled.  Tom pulled up his
son's underwear and helped him out of his jeans.

"Under the covers," he commanded.  He had no time to worry about his son's
state of mind.

He left the room and ran his fingers through his hair and checked his
garments before walking as casually a he could back down the steps.  Linda
was staring at the mess on the coffee table.

"I'll clean it up," he said from the doorway. "Did you two have a good
time."

His wife answered him sharply and then announced that she was going to bed.
That night, Tom stayed up until nearly three in the morning.  When he came
down for breakfast, Kyle had already left.

"Did you two have a fight?" His wife asked.

"Why?" Tom asked defensively.

"He seemed anxious to get out of here before you woke up."

That had been Friday.  That night Kyle returned home with his cousin and
announced that they were going to hang out.  Tom sat up all night waiting
for his sons return and if it should take the rest of his life, Tom has
vowed to keep vigil by Kyle's side and hope it is not his very presence
that keeps his son from coming back.