Date: Sat, 2 Aug 2003 05:06:06 -0700 (PDT)
From: "[iso-8859-1] Ray Morales" <fyiord@yahoo.com>
Subject: Heartache 11

This story continues where Heartache 10 left off in the story 'Heartache'
in /High School/.

Thanks to all who emailed. I am inspired by the support via your emails.
Thanks. I can't believe it; we are now at Chapter 11. I know I could never
have made it this far without all your support and comments.

Note:

This story is fiction and is by no means depictive of the life of any
person, place or thing. It contains no penetrative sexual acts between
males YET and should only be read if it is legal to do so in your area.

Read at your own risk. All names are made up and any similarities are just
dumb luck.

Heartache 11
By Fjord

	The clever bastard tricked me. It was fucking brilliant of him. He
still wanted me too. I had been had. The smile started at the corner of my
mouth and pretty soon I was smiling from ear to ear. Of course, I hid my
ever-widening smile from Jake. I wanted to turn and grab Jake and embrace
him and strangle him to death just then. But I didn't. He got me good. I
was going to milk my whole minute's worth. So, I waited.
	"Eric, dude, did you hear me?" I refused to reply. In my mind, I
was screaming the words "I love you Jake... I love you so much, you
fuck..." again and again. My slight headache was forgotten.
	"Hey, it was just a joke, Eric. I mean, you should've seen your
face..." Jake said to my back. "I'll never ever let you go, okay baby. I
love you, my pretty baby. God, I can't believe I'm talking like a moron. My
pretty baby, Eric. Come on... Look at me... Please... I want to see your
big sexy brown eyes. I want to just stare and drown in your eyes. Look,
Eric... If you don't turn around and look at me, I'm gonna baby talk you to
death." Jake sounded so cute when he pleaded with me. But I held on and I
held on by the tip of my fingernails.
	"Did you know that your sexy hair drives me crazy? Every time it
hid your eyes, I wanted to part them just to see those beautiful eyes. All
those times we were like inches apart and I was so terrified that my hands
would go against my will and do just that. But you know what drives me even
crazier... It's when you blow the hair that's blocking your eyes. My heart
stopped beating every time you do that. You're so damn sexy. You take my
breath away." Jake paused. He was probably reliving the moment like me. I
remembered those times when I automatically blew the hair that fell over my
eyes when Jake was with me; he always turned and looked away. I had thought
it was my breath and had always tried to remember not to do that in front
of Jake after having just eaten. I was so glad to know it was something
else, something better.
	I began to feel Jake's warmth. I guessed he scooted closer to me
after I turned away from him. He still didn't touch me though. He was still
undecided about my reaction and I wanted to keep it that way. I was also
still feeling really guilty about what I had said and done to him at the
park. I felt so ashamed. I didn't deserve him yet. I had to make it up to
him. I needed to atone for what I had done to him. In my happiness that
Jake still wanted me, even after all that I had said to hurt him,
uneasiness began to fester inside my heart and my headache throbbed quietly
in the background.
	"I love the way you looked straight in my eyes when we talk. When
you talk with anyone else you do that too. I used to get so jealous. I love
it when we have our eye staring fights. I forgot to breathe sometimes."
Jake paused and got closer. He was just several thousandth of an inch
away. I could feel him. "I had so many fantasies about you and me. It
always started with you and me kissing and then my hand will grab my dick
and imagined it was your hand jerking me off. And then I would see myself
licking your nipples until you were squirming and then I would lick right
down to your balls." I could tell you that I wasn't affected by Jake's
babbling but then I would be lying. My dick rose to the occasion but I
still had enough strength to hold on and not turn towards him and just hug
him to death or more like, screw him to oblivion. I was ready for him to
just take me and fuck me there and then but I was really a control
freak. So, I just counted from 100 backwards. "100, 99, 98, 97...."
	"You would then rub my wet butt hole. Gosh, that didn't sound very
nice... And then I would just moan and then plant your dick inside me and
move it in and out so slowly I could feel your..." At that, I just
snapped. I was so turned on that I turned towards him. His eyes were closed
but when he sensed my movement they opened instantly. His eyes locked into
mine and a grin lighted up his face.
	"You can stop now, pervert. I love you." I said to him softly. We
embraced each other in my bed and that was when my eyes started leaking
heavily. I was sobbing like a baby and tears flowed out of my eyes like a
mini river. Jake just held me tight and kept telling me how much he loved
me. That made me cry even more. I didn't feel worthy enough to love him.
	"I hurt you so much, man. I hurt you so bad. I am sorry. I want to
take it all back. I didn't mean any of it. I can't live without you. I
don't care about Seattle, or Trey or Cynthia... I just want you. I am just
a total loser. I almost lost you..." I held him so tight and never wanted
to let go.
	"Eric, don't cry... You can never lose me. I am just so into
you... like you wouldn't believe. I will never let you go. Never. I love
you so much." Jake was crying with me. "I tried so hard to be perfect for
you. I'm sorry I was not virgin when I met you. I can't change that." He
paused to wipe his tears away before holding me again. "About Trey, please
understand that I won't regret that. In a way, my experiences and feelings
for him made it so much clearer to me that you were the one for me. Cynthia
too... I wanted to be straight but you... Nothing compares to you. I am so
incredibly lucky that you wanted me too. God, I wanted to hide everything
from you. I was so scared of losing you if you knew about all the other
stuff I had done. I knew you would finally find out but I just didn't know
what to do..."
	"You could have told me, you know..." I said, "...but Jake whatever
you did, I would have overreacted anyway. I mean, I couldn't control my
feelings about you. I get so wrapped up in stupid stuff that I just lose
it. Maybe, we should get to know each other better before we get too
serious. I mean like I was thinking of living with you already," I
paused. "You think that's crazy?"
	Jake didn't reply for a second and then raised his eyes towards
mine. "You think that too, huh? We're not even eighteen yet. Shit, we don't
even have jobs. How are we gonna support ourselves? Where're we gonna live?
I mean, I can't even find my underwear sometimes."
	"Jake," I said to stop his ramblings and paused for effect, "...I
can find your underwears for you."
	Jake grinned and said, "Stop that... You're gonna make me
laugh... I'm trying... hehehe... to
be... hehehe... fuckin'... hehehehehe... serious... you fuck..." Both of us
were on our backs laughing and giggling by the end of his sentence.
	Jake let out a long sigh after our little laughing session and
said, "Seriously... hehehehe..." And we started our laughing fit again
until I had to slap him on the stomach, fairly close to his crotch. As our
laughter gradually stopped, we found ourselves looking at my room's bare
ceiling and with our shoulders touching. I felt a bit dizzy with my
throbbing headache but I felt contented.
	"I love you and I want to spend the rest of my life with you." Jake
broke the silence. "But I agree with you, we have to go slow and get to
know each other more."
	"Okay... I think that would be a good plan."
	"Are we still gonna do the other stuff?" Jake said with his
eyebrows raised suggestively.
	"If you want to..." I replied, feeling a bit self-conscious.
	"Can I give you a blowjob, now? You're gonna love it, I promise."
Jake asked excitedly.
	"Now?" My head was throbbing quietly.
	"Yeah... Now!" Jake was insistent.
	"Dunno... I'm not sure I'm ready." I didn't feel that horny at the
moment.
	"Okay... I thought with all these stuff cleared you were like
ready..."
	"Sorry... You're really a horn dog, you know." I replied with a
grin.
	"I probably will have to keep practicing on the dildo. Although
it's way bigger than yours but it will do for now."
	"You really have a dildo?" I asked quickly. I was excited by his
confession until I saw him smiling at me. God, I was such an idiot, I
thought, as I covered my face in shame. He got me again. I was going to
have to even things out soon.
	"You're so easy..."
	"Fuck you..." I said into my hands.
	"But you're not ready yet, remember?" He was really pushing his
luck.
	I had planned my attack well in advance and as the pillow hit his
beautiful face I felt so good. I just loved him to death. He didn't respond
and as I removed the pillow from his face he had his lips puckered up as if
waiting to be kissed. Jake was so adorable. I kissed him on those adorable
lips.

******

	We just lay there, in bed, holding each other, doing nothing
sexual, being comfortable in the peaceful sounds of our breathing, knowing
that we were together again. My slight headache was almost gone. I didn't
remember for how long we were like that but I remembered being interrupted
by the sound of the front door being opened downstairs and my mother's
voice calling out my name.
	Both of us looked at each other's wide-open eyes and mouths.
	"Fuck! I gotta hide." Jake said to me desperately. The most obvious
place for him to hide was under my bed. Not much space down there but
desperate people needed desperate measures. Jake slid or rather I shoved
him under the bed just in time. The door opened and I quickly sat down on
my bed. My Mom and I looked at each other. I couldn't look away.
	"Eric! What happened to you? The school called me and wanted to
know why you were absent? Are you okay? Are you sick? Derek told me you
went to school earlier. Did anybody hurt you on the way?" My Mom was in her
element. Questions that were never going to be answered came in rapid-fire
succession. I could only wait until all the bullets are out.
	"I'm okay, Mom. I just feel a bit down."
	"You're still wearing last night's clothes, aren't you?" Mom the
detective began to take over.
	"Yeah, I didn't shower." Talk about stating the obvious, I
thought. I smell, period.
	My Mom went straight to my side and placed her hand on my
forehead. I didn't flinch when her hand went near my secret head
bump. "You're not having a fever. What's going on with you?" Mom the doctor
took over from the detective.
	"I'm okay, Mom. I just have a headache, that's all. I'm sorry I
didn't call and tell you but I just needed some rest."
	"I'm going to take you to Dr. Remus and you can't say no." My Mom
knew how much I hated seeing doctors. Anyway, I just nodded. "Get
ready. Just comb that hair and change those clothes. I need to call my boss
to get a time-off until lunchtime at least. Be downstairs in five. Got it."
My mother the general took over.
	"Yeah... Yeah... I got it." My Mom gave me a piercing look and left
to go downstairs.
	I got up, closed the door and then started to take off my clothes
when I heard some humming music coming from under the bed. "Shhhh...," I
said softly, not wanting to be too loud. Jake was peeking under the bed as
I was undressing. He was having a good time watching me undress, providing
his own music for his private strip show. He gasped when my pants went
down, as I was not wearing anything underneath. I walked self-consciously
to get fresh clothes. My dick was getting a bit stirred up from his
attention. I dressed in a blue T-shirt and blue jeans. I wore CK boxers
this time.  Jake was clapping silently under the bed showing his
appreciation. We didn't talk but I looked at him in the eyes from time to
time. I was ready to go downstairs when my Mom called from downstairs.
	"Eric! Let's go."
	"Okay, Mom. In a sec..."
	I pulled Mr. Loverboy up from under the bed and kissed him on the
lips. No tongue. I hadn't brushed my teeth since dinner last night. I
turned and left him standing there as I closed the bedroom door. I went
downstairs and Mom was at the front door holding it open. She looked at me
impatiently. I looked downwards feeling the heat of her stare and went past
her. A friendly slap on my left butt made thing all right again though,
along with the words, "Move along, heartbreaker."

*****

	While Jake was at home (probably jacking off alone), I was lying on
the examination bed of a certain Dr. Remus. I saw him only a few times in
my relatively short lifetime and those were not proud moments. My parents
had told me that once I had tried to bite off his fingers when he was
examining my tongue. I would have been very young then because I couldn't
remember anything. I tried to look at his fingers to find if I had left any
permanent scars but I couldn't focus enough. I felt a bit dizzy when I
tried to concentrate too much.
	"So, Eric, I heard you have a headache."
	"I have a slight headache." He examined my head and found the bump
on my head. I told him about my embarrassing trip that caused it. He was
unconcerned, maybe because it was such a small insignificant bump. After
that it was tests and more tests. I couldn't wait to get it over
with. Dr. Remus said that I might be having a minor concussion and advised
me to take the day off and the next day too. He gave me some pills
prescription for my headache and wanted me to see him at 9
a.m. tomorrow. Mom drove me home and on the way grabbed me a McD's lunch
set. She kept on harping on the fact that I didn't tell her that I fell on
the floor and got a lump on the head as a result. I had this lecture so
many times before. A lot of times my parents never knew the injuries, the
pain and the headaches I had had because I had wanted to handle everything
myself, not wanting to burden them. She dropped me off at the house, as she
had to get back to work. I promised her not to do any strenuous things when
all I could think of was doing naughty stuff with Jake. The mind of a
teenager never failed to amaze.

*****

	I went up to my room and to my disappointment Jake wasn't
there. Just in case, I looked under the bed but no one down there. I sighed
to myself and went to the window and peeked at Jake's. Curtain closed, no
show. Where did that cutie pie go to, I asked myself. He was probably in
deep sleep, after such a long sleepless night. I needed some sleep too as I
was feeling really low in energy together with the slight headache. So, no
sex for today. Such a waste of time as today was a no school and no parents
day for us. Such a waste. We could be screwing each other in the kitchen
while having lunch and nobody would know. I rearranged my package as it was
getting too tight down there due to a clear image of me sitting on Jake's
dick while we were having a conversation about football at the kitchen
table (or was it Jake on my dick?). Suddenly, I realized where Jake might
be. It was lunchtime. I ran downstairs and went to the kitchen and grabbed
the lunch Mom bought for me. I walked towards Jake's house and entered
their kitchen. Jake wasn't there. My face fell and I sat down at their
kitchen table dejected. If he was upstairs sleeping, I didn't want to
disturb him. But I just missed him so much. Maybe if I just sat next to his
bed and kept quiet and look at my baby sleep....

*****

	I felt my shoulder being shaken and heard somebody frantically
calling my name. My grogginess prevented me from shouting, "Get the fuck
away from me. Can't you see I'm sleeping?" My heavy eyelids parted and I
saw bright lights for a second before slowly my eyes adjusted to the
surroundings. I was on Jake's kitchen floor looking upwards at a worried
pair of bright blue eyes.
	"Eric, what happened?" The eyes became part of a beautiful face
that I knew. It belonged to Jake's Mom, Mrs. A. I tried to get up fast and
I almost blacked out. She helped me on my feet and made me sit on a
chair. I saw a toppled chair next to where I had been on the floor just
now.
	"I'm sorry. I must have fainted." I said as I scanned the floor for
blood. Nothing. Thank goodness, I thought.
	"You've got blood in your nose." Mrs. A said to me and gently held
my face as she examined me further. I continued looking around the kitchen
aimlessly and noticed my lunch set scattered next to the toppled chair. I
must had gone out like a light. I couldn't remember anything. My head was
throbbing but in a constant dull rhythm.
	"Look at me, Eric." I looked at her and was instantly reminded of
Jake's blue eyes again. I smiled. She didn't.
	"You have to lie down. Come. Hang on to me. You can lie down on the
couch in the living room."

*****

	I was lying on the comfortable sofa with an icepack on my forehead
when I heard footsteps going down the stairs. There was a noise of someone
doing something at the kitchen at the same time.
	"Mom, is that you?" Jake said as he went across the living room
towards the kitchen. I just lay there looking at him. He didn't even notice
me, his pretty baby. Mrs. A appeared in the kitchen doorway to the living
room and looked at Jake and then at me and then at Jake again. Jake
followed her eyes and looked at me surprised.
	"What were you doing upstairs? Did you know that Eric was lying
unconscious on the kitchen floor just now?" His mother said to him
accusingly.
	"I... I was sleeping. I didn't know Eric was down here..." Jake
answered while looking at me questioningly. It was surreal to say the
least.
	"You didn't go to school?" His Mom asked angrily and then
paused. Jake was standing there like a statue looking straight at
me. "Never mind, I'll deal with you later, buster." Jake didn't even hear
her as he went and knelt down next to me.
	"Eric was unconscious when I came home. I just managed to wake him
up," Mrs. A continued. "The chair was on the floor and Eric was just lying
there..." She stopped and quickly went into the kitchen. I knew she didn't
want me to see her cry. She seemed really upset. She probably thought that
I was dead when she saw me on the floor.
	"Hey, you." I said to Jake softly.
	"What happened? I thought you were with your Mom."
	"I dunno... She dropped me off and left for work. I looked for you
in the kitchen but then I just blacked out I guess. You Mom woke me up. I
was on the floor passed out. Must be my headache."
	"I thought you were just pretending..."
	"Actually, I do have a headache. I fell hard on my head last
night..."
	"Shit! Why didn't you tell me?"
	"It was nothing. I just tripped and fell. That's all..." I said,
embarrassed.
	"Nothing my ass? I better tell Mom... You went to Dr. Remus this
morning, right?"
	"Yeah..." I replied. We had the same family doctor. He turned and
went to the kitchen. "Mom! Mom! We got to bring him to Dr. Remus. Eric went
there with his Mom this morning. Seems he fell on his head last night."
Jake dragged his red-eyed Mom by the elbow into the living room.
	"Okay, Jake. You can let me go now. Bring Eric to the car. Take him
there slowly. We don't want him to faint again, okay. Bring along the
icepack. I have to call his Mom." Mrs. A said to him and went straight to
the phone.
	We were waiting in the car when Jake's Mom came out of the front
door. She almost forgot but then turned around to lock the door after Jake
shouted to remind her.
	All I could say was that everything was like a dream. I felt light
and dizzy. I was in the backseat with my head on Jake's lap. Why the hell
did I pass out? What would my mother say? I hated being such a burden to my
parents or to anyone else. I saw Jake's Mom looking quizzically at Jake and
me. Fuck, my head is on Jake's lap, dangerously near his crotch, I
thought. Jake playing with my hair didn't help. But I couldn't sit up
without getting the blackness surrounding my vision. I couldn't concentrate
on anything. I tried to think of Jake and then I found myself getting
sleepy. Jake told me to keep awake when he saw me drifting and I just
smiled at him stupidly. When we got to Dr. Remus' I had lost the track of
time.

*****

	Dr. Remus did some tests on me again but now with a worried look on
his face. His thick moustache was twitching nervously. I told him again
about how I fell on my head last night and added the incident in Jake's
kitchen. The words 'John L. Remus M.D.' was on his nametag. I wondered what
the 'L' was for. He said that I might have aggravated the earlier head
injury with the second fainting spell. He said he needed to do further
tests that might include a CAT scan. The possibility of a blood clot in my
brain could not be ruled out and he needed to get the true picture. He also
said that there was a possibility of an emergency surgery if the blood clot
was life threatening. I listened without any real understanding of the
situation. I didn't need surgery because I was feeling okay, just a bit
dizzy and slightly nauseous. It would soon pass. Dr. Remus went to inform
Mrs. A and Jake about my condition while I was left on the bed with a
curly-haired black nurse waiting on me. The friendly nurse, who said her
name was Pauline, kept me company and we chatted about the weather and
stuff. She did most of the talking and I just tried to listen. Funny, I
found it really hard to listen and I had always thought of myself as a very
good listener. She was talking but all I could hear was
"blah... blah... blah..." I heard some familiar voices outside the room and
knew my Mom and Dad had arrived. The more the merrier, I thought.
	My parents walked into the examination room. Jake and his Mom were
behind them. My eyes searched for the worry in their faces and found
aplenty. I felt really bad for creating such a fuss with my overly dramatic
fainting spells. Jake looked really pale and unsteady. Apparently, his Mom
was holding him up.
	"Mom... Dad... Jake... Mrs. A," I said as they approached, "...I'm
sorry for all this trouble. Don't worry 'bout me. I'm okay. Its just a
headache." My parents looked at each other and Dad put his right arm around
my Mom. She was crying while Dad was trying to control his own emotions.
Jake was crying too, with his head on his Mom's right shoulder. Gosh,
people would think that I was dying, I thought. I just needed some rest and
an icepack on my head. Everything would be fine. It was just a stupid
headache. Surgery? What surgery? I tried to smile but found it hard to do
so. My eyes were really heavy. I wanted to sleep...
	As I closed my eyes, I could hear Pauline calling my name and
telling me to open my eyes. Jake was shouting my name. My Mom was
screaming, telling me not to leave her. I wanted to open my eyes and tell
them that I just wanted some rest because I was pretty tired but the
enveloping darkness was so inviting, so tempting, and so easy to just give
in to. Hehehe... I wasn't going to die. I just wanted to sleep you know,
get some shut eye. I was Eric the super boy. What's all the fuss about? I
wasn't going to die. I had so much to look forward to, especially my
beautiful Jake. I would be back...

And then it was just darkness so deep and so sweet...

To be continued???

Darkness,
so terrifying
is your bed
of black roses...

Should I end it here? You can email me at fyiord@yahoo.com anytime.

By the way, if you're interested to read one short story of mine that was
not posted on Nifty, you should visit the website of fellow Nifty writer
Jasin Chau's cool website http://aznprodigy2.tripod.com

The title of my story is Jazz and it's in the 'Stories' section. I think
it's a bit sillysweet(if there's such a definition) but tell me what you
think anyway.