Date: Wed, 16 Jul 2008 22:11:15 +0100
From: Gymnopedies <gym@softhome.net>
Subject: Sexual Development 25

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Sexual Development: Chapter 25 - Stabbed!
by
Gymnopedies


Daniel hid a secret smile as he watched the two girls chatting with
Jason. Actually, they weren't so much chatting as flirting, and they were
being none-too-subtle about it. One of the girls had even put her hand on
Jason's hand as he rested it on top of the desk, much to the boy's obvious
discomfort. It was rather ironic that the day after Jason had secretly
admitted to Daniel that he might be gay, he suddenly found himself getting
more attention than he wanted from a number of girls, some of whom had
hardly looked twice at him in the past. Daniel certainly found it amusing
to watch.

The reason for Jason's sudden popularity was his fight with McBride. News
had spread of how Jason had given the older boy a bloody nose and reduced
him to tears. Some people were even claiming that Jason had put McBride in
hospital. Daniel doubted that this was true, but McBride had not yet put in
an appearance this morning, so it might be.

Daniel wasn't especially worried about McBride; even if he were in
hospital, it was no more than he deserved. However, Daniel was definitely
concerned about Dean, who had also not yet turned in. Dean had promised to
call Daniel last night and let him know how things had gone with his with
parents. But there had been no call. From the things that Dean had said in
the past, his dad didn't sound like a very nice person, and Daniel was
worried how the man might take the news that his son was gay. Daniel
decided that if Dean didn't show, he'd mention it to Adam and maybe the
doctor would go round there, or at least give the boy's parents a call and
find out what was happening.

"Hey! Gerroff!" It seemed that Jason had finally lost patience with the two
girls. One of them had poked a finger towards his tender and slightly
swollen lower lip, which he had hastily batted away.

"I was only going to touch it," said the girl, a little petulantly. "Does
it hurt?"

"Only when people can't keep their bloody fingers off it," Jason scowled.

The second girl giggled. "Maybe he needs something to take his mind off
it," she said to her friend. "You could kiss it better for him."

"No thanks," said Jason, quickly. He held his hand protectively in front of
his mouth.

Laughing, the girls moved away.

"Looks like you've scored there," said Daniel, brightly.

"Yeah, right," Jason muttered, glaring after the girls.

Dean arrived a couple of minutes later, and Daniel gave a sigh of relief as
he saw his friend. Dean didn't exactly look to be brimming over with
happiness, but at least he didn't as look as miserable as he had the
previous day. Today there were no taunts or jibes as he entered the
classroom. In fact, most people simply ignored him, carrying on with their
own conversations. A few people noticed him and smiled or gave a nod of
acknowledgment. It was pretty much like any other day. It hardly seemed
like just yesterday that his whole world had appeared to be crashing down
around him.

"I'm glad to see you," said Daniel, allowing his relief to show. "What
happened last night? Did you tell your mum and dad?"

Dean grimaced as he sat on the desk in front of Daniel's, resting his feet
on the plastic chair. "Yeah, I told `em."

"What did they say?" asked Jason, leaning forwards.

"Mum didn't really say anything, but dad went ballistic." Dean looked
unhappy. "You would have thought that I'd just told him that I'd murdered
someone. I don't think he believed me at first. He told me not to be so
stupid. Then when I told him that it was true he really let go. I thought
he was going to hit me."

"He didn't hit you though, did he?" Daniel asked.

Dean shook his head. "No. He just shouted a lot. He didn't call me names or
anything like that. But he kept going on about me deliberately trying to
make him disappointed with me. He wanted to know why he couldn't have a
real son." As he said this, Dean closed his eyes and bit his lip, clearly
upset.

"Bastard," Jason snarled.

Daniel looked quickly at Jason and shook his head, trying to tell the boy
the he probably wasn't helping matters.

After a moment, Dean opened his eyes and sucked in a breath. "He told me to
get out his sight," he continued. "I got sent up to my bedroom." He looked
at Daniel. "Sorry I didn't ring you. I couldn't get to the phone and I
couldn't even use my mobile because it was downstairs in my jacket."

"Don't worry about it," said Daniel."Just as long as you're OK."

"Yeah, I'm fine, I guess. This morning, Dad came into my bedroom before he
went to work – he usually leaves for work early, before I get up. He
just stood there and looked at me. He asked me if I was thinking about
giving up the karate and the kick-boxing. I told him that of course I
wasn't. He nodded and told me that he was glad that I wasn't going to give
it up, because I was good at it. He told me that he was going to be there
when I compete in the regional kick-boxing championships and that second
place wasn't good enough; this time I was going to win. Then he sort of
smiled and he went out. It was really strange. He's never been to watch me
compete before. He's never even told me that I was good at it before."

"So he didn't say anything else about you being gay?" asked Daniel.

"Not this morning, no. He never even mentioned it."

"At least he's speaking to you. And if he's going to watch you fight, that
must be a good sign."

"Yeah, I suppose," said Dean.

They were interrupted by a jeer from a boy at the back of the room. McBride
had just entered the classroom. He wore a scowl and there was a dark blue
bruise around one of his eyes and his nose looked swollen and sore. He kept
his head down as he walked across the front of the class towards his seat
near the window.

"Boo hoo, you bwoke my nose," the boy at the back taunted. There was
laughter from all around the room. McBride angrily grabbed a pen off a
nearby desk and slung it towards the boy who had shouted out. The laughter
increased in volume. McBride stormed over to his own desk and sat down,
refusing to even look at anyone.

"Looks like he doesn't like being on the receiving end," Daniel smiled.

"He'll be on the receiving end if he comes anywhere near me," snapped
Jason, fiercely. "I'll make sure I really do break his nose next time."

"Try to give us a bit of notice and we can sell tickets," Daniel
laughed. "I'm sure most of this lot would pay to see it."




The couple of hours until morning break passed more or less without
incident. The only real moment of excitement came when McBride received a
detention for not completing and handing in his homework and half the class
broke into a spontaneous cheer. The teacher, Mrs. Bell, who had a
reputation for being a real misery-guts, looked totally bemused by this
unexpected reaction to the handing out of a relatively minor punishment,
and even managed a brief, uncharacteristic smile.

When break-time arrived, Daniel told Dean that he needed to go and see Adam
and apologise for forgetting about the measuring session yesterday. Dean
pointed out that he really ought to go see the doctor as well, since it was
clear that his development-study partnership with Trevor was at an end and
if both Dean and Trevor were to carry on taking part in the study they
would need to be assigned new partners.

The three teens made their way over to Adam's room, pausing for a moment
en-route for Dean to talk to an older boy who he knew from his kick-boxing
classes.

"Sorry, I just needed to tell Graham that the time for the next coaching
session has been changed," Dean explained, as his older friend
departed. "Are you still interested in starting kick-boxing?" he asked
Jason.

"You bet I am," said Jason, eagerly. "I can't wait to get started."

"OK. The next proper class is on Saturday morning. You can come with me
then if you like."

"You can count me in," said Jason.

"Well you can count me out," added Daniel. "I don't mind coming to watch,
but there's no way I'll be joining in."

"What's the matter, scared I might be better than you?" Jason grinned.

"No I just don't like the idea of someone getting kicked," said
Daniel. "Especially when that someone is me."

They arrived at Adam's room to find the door closed. Daniel gave a short
knock and turned the handle, stepping forwards. The door didn't move and he
walked into it with a bump.

"It's locked," Jason observed.

"Yeah, I had sort of noticed," Daniel grimaced, rubbing his shoulder.

"Good job you only walked into it with your shoulder and not your face,
otherwise you'd be applying to join the `You Bwoke My Nose' club," Dean
giggled. The other boys started laughing.

"Maybe Adam's got someone in there and he's locked the door so nobody walks
in while they're naked," Jason suggested.

"Could be." Daniel knocked again, more firmly this time. They all listened
and after a moment Daniel pressed his ear to the door but could hear
nothing. "No. It looks like he's not here." He shrugged. "Maybe he's had to
go somewhere. We can try again later."

The boys returned to their lessons, and double English with
Mr. Watkins. Daniel didn't mind this lesson, since they were reading
Golding's `Lord of the Flies' and the mental image of a group of boys
running around naked on a remote island fuelled his imagination and kept
him interested in the story. He decided that if they could study more books
like this, English might quickly become his favourite subject.

At lunchtime, the three friends made another visit to Adam's room, but
found the door still firmly locked with no sign of the doctor. Jason
suggested that they could try again after school, but in the meantime they
should go and get some lunch, before the canteen ran out of chips.

"You have chips every day," said Dean. "Why don't you have something a bit
healthier?"

"You mean like that rabbit food that you eat all the time?" Jason
countered. "I like chips."

They entered the dining room and joined the queue for the food hatch. A
moment later David and Carl Benson joined behind them.

"Watcha, Crusher," laughed Carl, putting an arm around Jason's throat in a
pretend choke-hold. "Broke any more noses recently?"

"I'll break yours if you don't let go!" Jason replied, wriggling free. He
gave Carl a grin.

"Any more trouble from McBride?" asked David.

"No, he's too busy sulking," said Daniel.

"Good," said David. "But watch yourselves. He's a right evil bastard, that
one. He won't like it that you've made him look stupid in front of
everybody."

"We've no need, to worry," said Daniel, making light of what he knew could
be quite a serious problem at some time in the near future. "Not when we've
got Crusher here to look after us." He gave Jason a jab with his elbow.

"How about you?" Carl asked Dean. "How are things going now that everybody
knows that the famous Dean Williams is a gay-boy?"

Dean flinched slightly at the term `gay-boy', even though it was clear from
Carl's tone that he meant no real offence. "It's OK," he said. "Not as bad
as I thought it was going to be. Some people look at me a bit funny, and
sometimes I've seen people looking at me and whispering to each other, but
most people don't seem to care."

"If they do care, sod `em," said Carl.

They all shuffled forwards as the queue moved.

"By the way," said Carl. "What was that guy called, the one who was there
with the Doc last week in the gym?"

"You mean Craig?" said Daniel.

Carl nodded. "Craig. That's what I thought." He turned to his brother. "I
told you that it must be the guy who was in gym." He turned back to
Daniel. "Do you know anything about him? Is he a friend of the Doc's?"

"Yeah, sort of," said Daniel, cautiously. "Why are you asking?"

"Just something Dad told us this morning," said Carl. "He's a porter over
at St. Thomas' Hospital and last night he was working the night-shift.  He
said that late last night Doc Lomax arrived at the hospital in a right a
state – he knew the Doc, what with us being in this Development Study
thing. Anyway, it turned out that he was there because this guy Craig had
been admitted, brought in by ambulance about half an hour earlier. Somebody
had stuck a knife in him. Sounds like he was in a pretty bad way. The doc
was real cut up about it."

Daniel felt his entire world wobble and he automatically grabbed a hold of
Jason's arm. He felt liked he'd been punched in the stomach and his legs
had gone so weak that they didn't want to support him. "Craig?" he
mumbled. "You sure it was Craig?"

"Dad said they called the guy Craig," said Carl. "That's why I asked what
the guy in the gym was called." He looked concerned. "Are you OK?"

"It can't be Craig," said Daniel, desperately shaking his head. It couldn't
possibly be. No one would want to stab Craig.

"Maybe it's not that Craig," said Carl. "Maybe it's just a coincidence;
someone with same name. I don't know many people called Craig though."

Daniel looked at Jason, whose face had gone white. Then he turned to
Dean. "Have you got your mobile?"

"Sure." Dean dug his phone from his pocket and handed it to Daniel.

Daniel had been fishing around in his wallet for the card that held Adam's
mobile number. He accepted the phone and, after Dean had shown him how to
turn it on, he dialled the number with trembling fingers. After a few
seconds a voice came on asking if he wanted to leave a message. He turned
off the phone and started dialling Craig's mobile number, which was
scrawled on the back of the card.

"Turn off that phone!" Mrs. Bell, the teacher on dinner-duty that day, was
striding towards the boys. "You know the rules. You are not allowed to use
phones inside school buildings. Now turn it off and give it to me. You can
collect it from the office at the end of the day."

"Give him a break," snapped David, stepping between Daniel and the
teacher. "He's just found out that a friend of his was stabbed last night
and is in serious condition in hospital. He's trying to find out what's
happening."

"Yes, well, that's beside the point," the teacher stammered. "He shouldn't
be using that phone in here."

"Fine," said David, glaring at the teacher. "Then we'll just have to go
outside, won't we?"

Daniel had ignored the exchange and continued dialling the number, only to
get the same result as he'd had when he'd tried to contact Adam: Craig's
phone was also turned off. He felt hands on his shoulders and allowed
himself to be guided from the dinning hall out into the open air.

"I've got to go to the hospital," he said, to no one in particular.

"I'm coming with you," said Jason.

Dean put his hand on Daniel's arm. "How are you going to get there? It's
too far to walk."

"Erm. I don't know." Daniel struggled to think straight. It was no good
calling his mother, since she would be at work. Bus? "What buses go to the
hospital?"

The question was met with blank looks and shaking heads.

"Best thing is probably to get a taxi," said Carl.

"I can't," said Daniel. "I've only got two pounds. That wouldn't pay for a
taxi." He looked at Jason. "How much have you got?"

"One-fifty."

"I've got a couple of pounds," said Dean. "You can have that. But I still
don't think that will be enough."

Carl put his hand into his pocket and took out a five pound note. "Here,
take this. With the other money it should get you to the hospital. You
should be able to pick up a taxi from the office on Winston road."

"Thanks," said Daniel, accepting the money. "Thanks. Erm, I'll call you
later," he said to Dean. Then he hurried towards the school gates, Jason at
his side.

The taxi journey to the hospital seemed to take forever. The traffic was
bad and all of the traffic lights were against them. Daniel sat staring
through the front window, willing the taxi to make better progress. He kept
telling himself that this would all turn out to be a silly
misunderstanding, since he couldn't imagine anyone ever wanting to hurt
Craig. But deep down, he knew that it was no misunderstanding. It had
really happened. Carl had said that Adam had arrived at the hospital in a
state. The doctor was always so calm and under control, and for him to get
worked up about anything it had to be something really serious. Which could
only mean that Craig really had been badly hurt.

They finally arrived at the hospital and the taxi drew up outside of the
main door. Daniel paid the driver, and the two teens climbed out. The
journey to the hospital had cost them almost all of their money, which
meant that they didn't have enough left to get home. But that was a problem
for later.

"Where do we go now?" asked Jason, staring at the confusing plethora of
signs, pointing in every direction. Most of the signs contained words that
meant nothing at all to either of the boys.

"There," said Daniel. "We'll try that." He pointed to a sign that said
"Accident and Emergency Department". If Craig had been brought in with a
knife wound then that would certainly have been classed as an emergency.

They followed the signs, arriving in waiting area full rows of chairs. Many
of the chairs were taken by bored-looking people, most of whom looked as
though they had probably been sitting there for some time. There were other
people milling around, including uniformed nurses and other hospital
staff. Daniel spotted a desk marked `Reception – All new arrivals please
check in" at the far end of the room and he headed over.

A man was standing at the desk, giving some details to the receptionist, a
middle-aged woman. He stood with his right arm held close to his chest. A
rough-looking bandage was wrapped around his right hand and blood had
started to seep through. The receptionist unhurriedly asked the man various
questions and almost casually entered up each answer on the computer in
front of her.

Daniel glanced at Jason, giving his friend a helpless look. Why was this
taking so long? Even his mother, who was hopeless when it came to
computers, could type faster than this stupid receptionist.

At last the man moved away from the desk and Daniel quickly took his
place. "We're looking for someone," he said.

"Yes?" The receptionist raised a questioning eyebrow.

"His name is Craig. He was brought in last night some time."

"What's his full name?"

Daniel paused. He didn't know Craig's second name. He was sure that Craig
must have mentioned it at some stage, but the boy really couldn't bring to
mind what it might be. "Erm, I don't know," he said. "His first name is
Craig and he was brought in last night," he repeated, almost
desperately. "Someone told us he'd been stabbed."

"But you don't know his full name?" Again the raised eyebrow. The woman
frowned. She turned her attention to the computer screen and tapped on the
keys for what seemed like an age. "Are you family?" she asked, eventually.

"No," said Daniel.

"Yes," said Jason, quickly, nudging Daniel with his elbow.

The woman's frown deepened. "You're family, but you don't know his second
name. Right." She put on a firm, no-nonsense expression. "I'm sorry, I
can't tell you anything if you aren't family."

"But you've got to," Daniel pleaded. "At least tell us if he's OK."

"I'm sorry."

"But..." Daniel tried to think of something to say that might persuade the
woman to help them. "He's a friend of Doctor Lomax. Adam Lomax. We're
friends as well. Can't you call Doctor Lomax or something, and let him know
that we're here?"

The Receptionist frowned again. "I'm not aware of a Doctor Lomax on the
staff at the hospital." She tapped at the keyboard again and then shook her
head. "No, we have no Doctor Lomax."

"Oh for fuck's sake," snarled Jason, losing what little cool he had. "We
only want to know if Craig is alright. What's so fucking difficult about
that?"

The woman glowered at him. "If the two of you don't move away from this
desk right now, I'm going to call security." She glanced meaningfully at a
uniformed security guard who stood a short distance away beside one of the
doors.

Fuming, Daniel stepped away from the desk. "What did you have to go and
swear at her for?" he muttered to Jason.

"The cow wasn't going to tell us anything anyway," Jason replied. "You
weren't exactly getting very far."

"OK, so now what are we going to do?" Daniel demanded.

"How should I know? Maybe we can ask one of the doctors or the nurses or
someone. Hang on a minute." Jason was looking intently across the
room. Suddenly he set off at a trot. "Bill!" he shouted, calling to a
figure who was disappearing through the set of double doors next to where
the security guard was standing. "Bill, hold up!"

It took Daniel a moment to place the man, and then he remembered. It was
the old professor who had been at Adam's get-together and had stood talking
to them for a while about video games. Daniel quickly hurried after Jason.

Unfortunately, it seemed that Bill hadn't heard Jason's calls since he
continued through the doors and they swung shut behind him. Jason reached
the doors, which were clearly marked "No Admittance" and made it half-way
through before the security guard caught his arm and hauled him back.

"Hey! Where do you think you're going?"

"Gerroff me!" Jason shouted, struggling. "Bill!" he shouted, again.

"We need to speak to the professor. It's important," Daniel told the guard.

"Well you can't go through there," said the guard. "You'll have to go to
reception and ask them to page him."

"Fuck that!" Jason snapped, angrily. He managed to yank himself away from
the man's grasp and charged through the doors.

"Hey! Come back here!" the guard yelled, rushing through after the fleeing
teen.

Cursing under his breath, Daniel followed the pair. Jason was going to get
them thrown out of the hospital, and then they would never get to see
Craig.

The doors opened onto a bare corridor that turned a corner after a few
yards. Jason made it as far as the corner before the guard once more had
him in hand, this time holding him with a secure grip from which there
would be no easy escape.

"Bill!" Jason shouted.

The man, who had been about to enter one of the rooms that led off the
corridor, turned in their direction. He looked tired and drawn, and for a
moment there was no sign that he recognised the boys. Then he gave a weak
smile and started back towards them. "It's Jason isn't it?" he said. "And,
erm, Darren?"

"Daniel," said Daniel."

"Yes, sorry, of course. Daniel." He turned to the guard. "It's alright
Mike, I know these two. I'll take care of them."

"But..." The guard looked uncertain and then, with obvious reluctance he
let go of Jason. "If you say so professor." Shaking his head, he turned and
walked back along the corridor.

As soon as the guard started to walk away, Daniel and Jason both started to
talk at once.

"How's Craig?" Daniel asked, urgently. "Can we see him?"

"Somebody told us something had happened to Craig. Is he OK?" demanded
Jason.

Bill held up his hands in a calming gesture. "Craig is up in the ICU," he
said. "He appears to be stable at the moment, but I'm afraid that his
condition is quite serious."

"What happened?" asked Daniel, his voice shaking. He'd been desperately
hoping that this had all been a big mix-up and that Craig would turn out to
be OK.

Bill smiled grimly and put a gentle hand on Daniel's shoulder. "Why don't
you go back and wait for me in the reception area? There's something that I
need to take care of but it should only take me a few minutes, and then
I'll come out and collect you and take you up to see him. Adam is up
there. He can probably tell you more about what happened than I can."

True to his word, Bill collected the boys from the reception area around
ten minutes later. The lift took them up several floors and then they
followed the man along various corridors, their feet squeaking on the hard,
polished floors.

"I hate hospitals," Jason muttered, as he walked beside Daniel. "They smell
funny."

Daniel gave his friend a forced smile. "I don't like them either." The
distinctive smell and the general atmosphere that permeated the place was
doing nothing to relieve Daniel's worries. In fact, he was feeling an
increasing sense of apprehension. Bill had said that Craig's condition was
serious. What if he didn't make it? The boy tried to swallow passed the
growing lump in his throat. No, that was something that he wasn't even
going to let himself think about.

A sign hanging from the ceiling said that they had arrived at the Intensive
Care Unit. Bill took a sudden left turn and pushed through some double
doors. This new corridor had windows along the walls, allowing the boys to
see into the rooms that they were passing. The first room was empty. In the
second room they could make out a figure laid on a bed and a nurse bending
over adjusting what looked to be some sort of plastic mask on the person's
face. Bill stopped at the window of the third room. Inside, on the bed,
pale and unmoving and with his eyes closed, was Craig. Daniel sucked in a
quick sharp breath.

"Don't worry, it's not quite as scary as it looks," said Bill,
gently. "Craig is hooked up to all of those machines so that they can keep
an eye on him and make sure he doesn't have any problems. Do you want to go
in?"

"Can we?" asked Daniel.

Bill nodded. "I don't see why not. The sister in charge will no doubt
grumble, but that's part of her job description. I'll sort her out. You're
going to have to be very quiet though. Craig is very weak and needs to rest
and build up his strength. You can talk to Adam, as long as you keep your
voices down. Actually it will probably do Adam good to have someone to talk
to besides me." He held open the door for the boys to enter.

On entering the room, Daniel's eyes went immediately to Craig. The older
teen was laid on his back, covered up to his mid-chest with a blanket. His
upper chest was bare except for a couple of pads which were attached by
wires to one of the several machines that stood beside the bed. Craig
looked to be asleep, his chest rising and falling very slightly with each
shallow breath. Daniel momentarily closed his eyes and swallowed hard. It
was heartbreaking to see his friend like this and it was that all he could
do to keep the tears back.

On a chair beside the bed sat Adam. The young doctor looked, if anything,
in a worse state than Craig. He was unshaven, his hair was an untidy mess
and his eyes were red and sunken. He looked up, clearly surprised to see
the two young teens.

"We heard about Craig at school," Daniel explained, nervously, suddenly
feeling like an intruder. "The Benson twins - their dad works at the
hospital. They said somebody had stabbed Craig, and so we had to come to
make sure that he was OK." His voice cracked as he said this last part.

Adam nodded and gave a tired smiled. "I'm glad you came. I'm sure Craig
will be pleased to see you. Get yourselves some chairs and come and sit
down."

There was a spare chair against the wall, and Bill quickly brought in
another from somewhere outside of the room. Daniel pulled up one of the
chairs, next to Adam. Jason offered the other chair to Bill, but the old
professor shook his head and explained that he wasn't staying. He had some
things to see to but would be back in a little while.

"How is he?" Daniel asked Adam, after Bill had gone.

"He's doing OK now," said Adam. "But it was touch and go for a while. He
spent half the night in theatre getting patched up. He was in a real
mess. He's going to be very weak for a while. He's asleep most of the time,
but he's been awake a couple of times."

"What happened?" asked Jason.

Adam sighed and shook his head. "He was in the wrong place at the wrong
time." He rubbed his hand tiredly across his forehead. "He went out last
night to get a takeaway. It was my idea," he said, bitterly. "While he was
waiting for the food, a gang of teens came in. They were rowdy and they'd
been drinking. They started being abusive to Mr. Han, the takeaway owner,
and then they started throwing things around. Craig tried reasoning with
them and asked them to stop. Things escalated and one of the gang pulled a
knife. Craig was stabbed twice in the stomach."

"Oh shit!" Jason gasped.

"There were plenty of witnesses and the police have already picked up
several of the gang, including the boy who had the knife." Adam lowered his
head and looked at his hands which were clenched in his lap. Then he looked
at Craig. "The boy who knifed Craig was only fourteen years old."

Daniel felt his mouth fall open in shock. He felt a surge of anger, which
battled with disbelief. His mind struggled to comprehend how someone of his
own age could do a thing like that. How could anyone of any age do a thing
like that? "He's going to be OK, isn't he?" he asked. "Now that they've
fixed him up he's going be alright."

Adam nodded and he smiled, though his eyes were pools of unspoken
worry. "He's tough, and he's stubborn. He won't let this beat him."

"Are you talking about me?" The voice from the bed was little more than a
hoarse whisper.

"Craig!" Daniel sat forwarded in his chair. "You're awake?"

"I am? That's a nuisance. If I'm awake it means that all this is real."
Craig gave a weak smile. "Damn I feel rough."

"You're going to be OK," said Daniel, trying to sound bright.

"So everyone keeps telling me," said Craig. "It's easy for them to say;
they're not the one full of holes. What time is it?"

"Just after 2:30," said Adam.

"You guys should be at school," said Craig, looking at Daniel and Jason.

"So should you," said Jason.

"I've got an excuse," said Craig. He gave a small cough. "I'm bored with
this. Someone else take a turn in this damned bed." He sighed and then
closed his eyes again.

As Craig appeared to drift off to sleep again, Daniel realised that he was
feeling a little happier. Just exchanging a few words with his friend had
lifted his spirits. He knew now that Craig was definitely going to be
OK. It might take a little while and plenty of rest, but he would soon be
back on his feet.

Time passed slowly. Daniel or Jason would occasionally speak to each other
or to Adam, but most of the time the three of them sat in silence, watching
Craig, lost in their own thoughts. Some time later, Bill reappeared and
told Adam that he ought to go and get some sleep, and suggested that he
could arrange for a bed to be made available here at the hospital. Adam
politely but firmly declined the invitation, saying that he was fine where
he was.

"You're just as stubborn now as you were when you were one of my students,"
the old professor frowned.

"And you're just as domineering," Adam replied. "In fact, I think getting
older has made you worse." In spite of their words, it was obvious to
Daniel that the two men shared a deep friendship.

"You can at least go and get yourself cleaned up and get something to eat,"
said Bill. "You won't be any good to Craig if you pass out from
hunger. I'll stay here with Craig until you get back. Take the boys with
you."

Adam looked set to refuse, but then appeared to change his mind. "Maybe
that's not such a bad idea," he admitted. "Did you two get any lunch?" he
asked the boys. They both shook their heads.

"We were in the lunch queue when we heard about Craig," Jason explained.

"In that case, come on. Let's go see what we can find." Adam got to his
feet and stretched.

"I'll have a cheeseburger," said Craig, his voice weak.

"I thought you were asleep," Adam smiled.

"No, I like laying here listening to what you have to say about me. Funny
how people only say nice things about you when you're ill."

"Well no cheeseburger for you, I'm afraid," said Adam. "Not for a
while. But when you get home we'll have a big party and you can make up for
all of the meals that you've missed."

"I'll hold you too that," said Craig. He closed his eyes again. Then he
gave a soft gasp. "Adam. I feel strange." There was a touch of fear in his
voice.

Concerned, Adam stepped closer to the bed. At almost the same moment, an
alarm started to sound from one of the machines. Adam immediately leaped
forwards and slapped his hand hard onto a red `alarm' button above the
bed. "Craig?"

There was no response.

"Craig?" Adam said again, more urgently

A nurse rushed into the room. She ignored the occupants, moving straight to
the bed as she examined the readouts of the various monitors. Another nurse
followed and a few moments later a doctor.

"What's happening?" Daniel asked, now also on his feet.

Adam didn't reply. He was staring at the bed and shaking his head, his face
now paler than ever.

"Everybody out," the doctor ordered, as yet another nurse and doctor
arrived. "Get these people out of here."

"Come on, let's give them room to work," said Bill. His voice was calm, but
deep concern was clear on his face. "Adam?"

"I'm staying."

"No you're not. Come on, you can't stay."

"I'm staying," said Adam, more emphatically. "I'm a doctor, remember?" He
tried to push his way through the doctors and nurses who were now down both
sides of the bed, speaking quickly as they performed various checks.

"You are coming with me," said Bill, taking Adam's arm. All traces of the
`kindly old duffer' were gone. He glared at Adam. "These people are better
equipped and better qualified to help Craig than you are. So stop getting
in their way and let them do their job."

Adam seemed to collapse in on himself. He allowed Bill to lead him out of
the room into the corridor where the four of them watched helplessly
through one of the windows.

"I can't lose him, Bill. I can't." There were tears running down Adam's
cheeks. "Not like this."

"I know," said Bill, putting an arm around Adam's shoulders.

"This was how I first met him," said Adam. "After his overdose. He was in
ICU, just like this. And my first ever sight of him was through a window,
just like this. I can't lose him this same way."

"He pulled through that time, and he'll pull through this time," said Bill.

Inside the room, the hospital staff had disconnected Craig from most of the
equipment and were hurriedly wheeling the bed out into the corridor. Once
clear of the doors they took off at a run. Adam and Bill caught one of the
doctors and they spoke briefly, too softly for Daniel to catch the words.

"What's happening?" Daniel asked, tearfully as Adam leaned against the
wall, his face pressed into his arms.

"They're taking Craig back to theatre," said Bill, his face a mask of
worry. "He's bleeding internally."

"That's not good, is it?"

Bill shook his head. "No, that's not good." He turned away and hung his
head.

Daniel looked at Jason. There were tears on Jason's face. They came
together in a wordless hug, taking what comfort they could from each
other. "You're going to make it Craig. You're going to be OK," Daniel heard
himself mutter. And he wished that he were able to make himself believe it.



Following Craig's emergency return to the operating theatre, Bill quickly
took charge of the situation. He led Adam and the two boys to a nearby room
that was comfortably furnished with easy-chairs. The walls were pastel
colours and there were potted plants at various places. A small table sat
in the centre of the room complete with a variety of magazines. The room
was clearly designed for this sort of situation so that family and friends
would have somewhere comfortable and suitable to wait out the tense period
during which their loved ones were undergoing surgery.

Adam moved as if in a trance, and Bill had to physically guide the young
doctor over to one of the chairs, where he sat with his head in his hands,
staring down at the floor.

Daniel and Jason took adjacent chairs, and each silently held onto the
other's hand, sharing their worry for their friend. Daniel looked at Adam
and wished that he could think of something to say that might offer some
sort of comfort to the man. But nothing would come. His head felt like it
was stuffed with cotton wool. His own anguish was so intense that his chest
hurt. Biting his lip, he offered up a silent prayer to any god who might be
listening that Craig would make it through the surgery and come back to the
people who loved him.

There was no clock anywhere on the walls – Daniel decided that this was
probably deliberate so that people wouldn't worry about how long the
surgery was taking. Though he also decided that if this was the reason,
then it was a silly one. After all, most people, had watches. He found
himself looking at his own watch every few minutes.

Between glances at his watch, Daniel found himself thinking about the time
that he had spent with Craig. It was strange how even though they had only
known each other for such a short time, the nineteen-year-old had become
such a big part of Daniel's life and thoughts. He'd never before bonded
with anyone as quickly and strongly as he had with Craig. Over the past
couple of weeks, Craig had become a friend and confidant and a surrogate
older brother all rolled into one. Whilst growing up, Daniel had been
pretty much starved of older male company. His father had disappeared back
when he was only four years old and there had been no contact at all since
that time. His mother had had occasional flings over the years, but none of
them had ever become serious and she had been content to devote herself to
bringing up her son. Daniel loved his mother dearly, but that hadn't
stopped him envying his friends who had fathers and older brothers who they
could do `boy-things' with, and he now realised that this was one of the
reasons why he had taken to Craig so quickly; Craig was the older brother
that he had been missing for so long. Craig was open and friendly and fun
to be around. He had listened to Daniel's problems and mess-ups without
judging him, and responded with helpful advice and a comforting hug. And
now Craig's life was in the balance and there was nothing that Daniel could
do to help his friend except to sit here and worry and pray.

"What's taking so long?" Daniel got to his feet and paced the length of the
room and back again. It was now over an hour since they had rushed Craig
back to theatre. The boy was feeling a growing sense of frustration that no
one had come to tell them anything. He looked at Adam, who was still
staring blankly at the floor. On impulse he walked over and took the chair
next to the young doctor and put his hand on the man's arm. Adam responded
with a bleak but grateful smile and put his hand on top of Daniel's giving
it a squeeze.

A few moments later, Bill came through the door. The old professor had left
them a short while earlier after taking the boys' telephone numbers,
suggesting that it would be a good idea to let their parents know where
they were. As he came into the room he shook his head in response to the
questioning looks that Daniel and Jason gave him.

"No news yet, I'm afraid," said Bill. "I did contact your parents
though. Your mother is on her way over, Daniel."

Daniel nodded.

"We've finally got a message back from Craig's parents," Bill told
Adam. "They're going to get the first available flight back, but it's not
likely that they will be here before some time tomorrow morning." Daniel
recalled Craig telling him that his parents were on holiday in Egypt.

"Thanks Bill," Adam said. "I don't know what I would have done without you
here to sort things out."

"I need to be here and to help in any small way that I can," said
Bill. "You and Craig are like family to me." He walked over and took the
seat on the other side of Adam.

Daniel's mother arrived around twenty minutes later. As soon as he saw her,
Daniel felt his eyes well up with tears and he rushed forwards into her
arms. She hugged him tightly and stroked his head, telling him that she was
sure that Craig would be alright. Then she looked at Jason who was looking
lonely and miserable. "Come here," she said, holding her arms open. Jason
hesitated for just a moment and went to her and received his own hug.

"I'm so sorry, Adam," said Daniel's mother, after releasing both of the
boys. "How are things? Has there been any news?"

"Nothing yet," Adam replied. Then he suddenly jumped to his feet as the
door opened and a man in a green surgeon's tunic came in.

The tension in the room was suddenly unbearable. It seemed as though no one
was breathing as they waited to hear what the man had to say.

"We've managed to stop the bleeding," said the surgeon, his voice sounding
calm but cautious. "However, Craig's condition is still extremely serious."

"How serious?" asked Bill, his hand on Adam's arm.

The surgeon looked uncomfortable. "We've done everything we can for
him. Now I'm afraid that there is nothing else to be done but wait and
hope. Everything depends on how he responds in the next twelve hours or
so." It was clear from the unhappy expression on his face that he didn't
believe Craig's chances to be very good.

Adam let out a ragged, despairing sigh, almost a sob.

Daniel squeezed his mother's hand in his own, feeling like his heart was
going to break. Craig couldn't die. He just couldn't. He felt tears running
down his face.

Bill turned to face Adam and gripped the young man's shoulders. "Let's not
give up on him yet. He's made it this far. He'll pull through, just you
wait and see. Craig's not one to give in without a fight."

Adam closed his eyes for a moment as he fought to regain his
composure. Taking a deep breath, he looked at the surgeon. "I'd like to see
him."

"Of course." The surgeon left with Adam close on his heels.

Daniel tried to follow, but Bill put out his hand and stopped the
boy. "Best not, son," he said. "Adam and Craig need some time alone."

"But..." Daniel looked from Bill to his mother through eyes blurred with
tears. What if Craig didn't make it? What if he didn't get the chance to
say goodbye? He turned away, sobbing. A moment later he felt arms around
him and was surprised to discover that they belonged to Jason. The
blond-haired boy also had tears on his face.

"I think it would be best to take the boys home," Bill said to Daniel's
mother. "It's going to be a long night for all of us, but they really
should try to get some sleep if they can. I'll give you a call in the
morning and let you know how things are."

"Thank you," the woman replied. "And please, give Adam our love and tell
him that we'll be thinking of him and praying for Craig."

"I will," said Bill. "Though I'm sure he already knows that."

The boys followed Daniel's mother out to the car park. Daniel moved as
though in a dream. He felt empty. This morning had started out so well. Who
would have believed that something like this could possibly happen?

"Right, let's get you two home," Mrs. Marshall said, as she held open the
rear door of the car for the boys to get in.

Daniel put one foot in the car and then stopped. "Mum, can Jason stay over
at our house tonight?" he asked. He glanced at Jason who looked momentarily
surprised but then gave a nod of agreement. Daniel knew that waiting for
news of Craig was going to be awful, but he felt that it would at least
help a little if Jason were there.

"I'm not sure that's a good idea," the boy's mother replied. "It is a
school day tomorrow."

"Mum! We can't go to school until we know about Craig. Please Mum," Daniel
begged.

The woman looked into her son's eyes and her expression softened. "Alright,
we'll see. We'll call round at Jason's house and if his mother says it's
alright then he can stay."

"Thanks Mum." Daniel gave his mother a grateful hug.

Jason's mother did finally agree to the sleepover, after a bit of
convincing from Daniel's mother, who appeared to realise how important it
was to the boys that they stay together. Jason collected a few things that
he would need and then it was on to Daniel's house.

While Daniel's mother prepared something to eat, the boys moved the
mattress from the bed in the spare room into Daniel's room. Daniel had
given Jason the option of sleeping in the spare room, but they both agreed
that they would rather be in the same room.

The meal was a meat pie with potatoes and vegetables. Daniel didn't feel
particularly hungry, but he surprised himself by eating almost half of what
was on his plate. Jason managed to clear his plate, but then very little
put Jason off his food.

After they had eaten, the two teens sat and watched TV for a while. Though
it didn't take long for them to realise that neither of them were really
watching what was on the screen. Daniel's thoughts kept returning to Craig
and all that he could see was the image of the nineteen-year-old in the
hospital bed, connected up to all the machines, and Adam sitting beside the
bed, his face etched with worry. Jason must have been having similar
thoughts since he kept looking round at Daniel and at one point his hand
sought out Daniel's.

"Craig will be OK," said Jason as the programme that they had been
pretending to watch came to a close.

"Yeah, I know," Daniel said, wanting to believing it. He sighed. "I don't
want to watch any more TV. Are you ready to go up to bed?"

"Yeah, if you want."

They said goodnight to Daniel's mother and made their way up the
stairs. Jason used the bathroom while Daniel stripped down to his shorts,
and then Daniel took his turn in the bathroom while Jason undressed.

Daniel returned to the bedroom to find Jason sitting on the bed. He looked
tired and frightened as he sat there in his under-shorts, his eyes were
shiny with tears. Daniel sat down beside his friend and wordlessly put his
arm around Jason's shoulders.

"I keep thinking how Adam must be feeling," said Jason, his voice
unsteady. "What will Adam do if anything happens to Craig?"

"I don't know," said Daniel. "I suppose he'll manage, somehow, but I don't
know how."

They say in silence for a long time, neither boy speaking, Daniel still
with his arm around Jason. Daniel thought of how he would feel if anything
were to happen to Jason, and he automatically hugged the boy tighter to
him.

"I think we should get into bed," Daniel said, after a while.

"I guess." Jason said, sounding as though he would prefer to stay as they
were.

"Well, we can wait a while longer if you like, but we can't sit up like
this all night. We'll get cold for one thing."

"I just..." Jason started to speak but broke off.

"You just what?"

"It doesn't matter."

"No, tell me," Daniel insisted.

"I just like it when you hold me like this," Jason said. "It makes me feel
better." His body tensed as though he were embarrassed by what he had said.

Daniel squeezed the boy to him, trying not to show his surprise at this
confession. "It makes me feel better too," he said.

Jason was quiet for a moment and then his body started to shake and it took
a moment for Daniel to realise that the boy was crying. "I... I love you,
Daniel," he said, his voice so soft that Daniel could hardly hear it. "I
don't ever want anything happen to you."

"I love you too, Jase. And nothing's going to happen to me," said
Daniel. "I promise. We'll always be together."




Daniel gently nuzzled the velvety skin on the back of the boy's neck,
letting the soft, blond hair lightly tickle his face. He drew in a deep,
slow breath through his nose, sucking in the warm, subtle, slightly musky
scent that was indefinably yet quintessentially Jason.

Jason stirred in his sleep but didn't awaken, and Daniel snuggled up closer
to the boy, his bare chest pressed right up against Jason's back, his hand
on the boy's shoulder. This was the closest that the two of them had ever
been, not just in the physical sense, but also emotionally. At this moment,
Daniel felt an attachment to the young teen that was stronger than anything
he had ever felt before.

It had been a difficult night; a night of worry and broken sleep. Daniel's
thoughts had constantly been with Craig, as he hoped and prayed that the
nineteen-year-old would make it through these dark hours. Several times
during the night he had woken with a start, believing that Craig had died,
and it had then taken a long time to make himself relax and slow his
pounding heart so that he could once more try to sleep. The one source of
comfort in those long hours had been Jason. Just being close to the boy and
able to hold him was a huge help in fighting off the worry and fear that
were at times almost overwhelming in their intensity. Daniel wasn't
entirely sure how the decision for the two of them to sleep together in his
single bed had come about, but he was glad that it had. There had been no
sexual thoughts or motives in the decision. It had simply been a case of
two boys who cared deeply for each other, both emotionally exhausted, both
feeling an almost desperate need for physical comfort.

Daniel silently wondered what the time was. The darkness was starting to
lessen as dawn peeked through the closed bedroom curtains, so it couldn't
be far off time to get up. There was a clock on the bedside cabinet, but
the boy would have to roll over in order to see it, and that would mean
waking Jason. He decided to wait a little longer.

Jason sighed softly and moved in his sleep, pressing backwards into his
friend. Daniel lightly stroked the boy's upper arm until he settled.

Downstairs the telephone rang, sounding distant and almost unreal in the
darkness of the room. In his drowsy state, it took a moment for Daniel to
realise what it was. And then he froze, every muscle suddenly going
tense. Yesterday, at the hospital, Bill had promised to call this morning
to tell them what had happened in the night. The sound of the telephone
stopped after just two rings. Daniel's mother must have answered it. The
boy strained his ears to listen for the sound of her voice as she spoke to
the caller, but he could hear nothing. He wanted to leap out of bed and
rush downstairs, but he was too afraid to move. His heart was pounding and
his lungs had stopped working. With a great effort, he forced himself to
breathe. The seconds ticked by. What was happening? Surely his mother had
finished the call by now. Why hadn't she come up to tell him what Bill had
said? Craig had to be alright. Please God, let Craig be alright.

After what felt like and eternity, there was a light tap on the bedroom
door. The door opened and the room was suddenly illuminated by light from
the landing. Daniel quickly sat up, screwing up his eyes against the
brightness as he tried to see his mother's face.

"Danny?" The woman stepped into the room and over to the bed where she sat
down on the edge.

Daniel at last managed to see her face and he almost sobbed with
relief. She was smiling.

"That was Adam on the phone," she said. "Craig woke up about an hour
ago. He's still in a serious condition, but it looks like he's going to be
OK."

"Oh God." Daniel's eyes filled with tears and he reached for his mother and
hugged her. Then he turned to Jason who was now sitting up and sleepily
rubbing his eyes and he hugged him as well. "Are they sure that he's going
to be alright?" he asked his mother.

She nodded. "As sure as they can be at the moment. Adam sounded pretty
positive."

"Can we go see him?" asked Daniel, excitedly.

"Yes of course you can." The boy's mother smiled as she gently stroked his
hair. Then her smile broadened. "I'll take you over to the hospital as soon
as you get home from school."

"But Mum..."

"After school, Daniel," she said, cutting off any argument. "Craig is very
weak and needs his rest. After school will be plenty soon enough for you to
go bothering him."

"I suppose," said Daniel, his relief at finding out that Craig was going to
be OK now tempered with disappointment that he was going to have to wait
until the evening before seeing him. He looked at his mother and saw that
she was looking at him with a questioning eyebrow raised.

"This isn't quite what I had in mind when I agreed to Jason sleeping over,"
the woman said, her eyes flicking from the boys to the empty, unused
mattress on the floor.

Daniel had been so worried about Craig that it hadn't occurred to him what
his mother must be thinking on discovering him in bed with Jason. He
suddenly realised how this must look. "We haven't been doing anything," he
said, quickly, his face heating up. "We only slept in the same bed. We
haven't been doing anything else."

"We've still got our shorts on," Jason added, looking like he wanted to
disappear under the bedclothes and never come out again.

Daniel's mother started to laugh. "Spare me the details," she said. "There
are some things that it's better for a mother not to know." She got up from
the bed. "I'll see you down at breakfast in a little while. Don't be too
long." She gave the boys a final amused look and then went out, closing the
door behind her.

"Oh shit!" Jason muttered. "She thinks we've been doing stuff. Shit!"

Daniel couldn't decide whether to be embarrassed by his mother or amused by
Jason. He decided that the embarrassment could wait until later when he had
to look his mother in the eyes, and he started to chuckle.

"It's not funny," said Jason.

"It is kind of," Daniel laughed.

Jason gave his friend a shove, which only served to make Daniel laugh even
more.

"Besides, it doesn't matter what she thinks, since she seems cool with it
anyway," said Daniel, getting his laughter under control. "At least Craig
is going to be OK."

"Yeah," Jason agreed. His annoyed look disappeared and he gave a relieved
smile. "I'm really glad. I was so scared yesterday at the hospital when
they took him away."

"Me too. I didn't think we'd ever see him again." Daniel swallowed hard as
the memory of the events of the previous day brought a lump to his
throat. His emotions were all over the place. He didn't know whether he
wanted to laugh or cry or do both at the same time. His eyes met Jason's
and he saw his own emotions mirrored there. He tentatively took Jason's
hand in his own. "Did you mean it, what you said last night?" he asked, in
a soft voice.

"What?"

Daniel swallowed again, nervously. "When you said that you loved me?"

Jason lowered his eyes and a shy, embarrassed smile played briefly across
his lips. "I guess."

Daniel put his finger under Jason's chin and gently lifted the boy's
head. Then, his heart thumping, he leaned forwards and very lightly kissed
his friend on the lips.

Jason's eyes went wide. "Oh shit!" he muttered. He shook his head. "I'm not
sure..." He stopped.

"You're not sure what?"

"I'm not sure we should be doing stuff like that," said Jason, sounding
uncertain. He looked scared.

Daniel let go of Jason's chin and lowered his hand, letting the backs of
his fingers glide over Jason's slim, smooth chest. He continued downwards
over the boy's stomach, and when he reached the top of Jason's undershorts,
he slid his fingers down inside until he was holding the young teen's soft
cock. He held his breath, waiting for Jason's reaction.

If it were possible, Jason's eyes widened even further. He looked to be
fighting some sort of internal battle with himself. "Oh shit, Daniel," he
almost sobbed. "Oh fuck."

"I love you, Jase," said Daniel, allowing all of the pent up feelings from
the last few months to come out in that one simple statement. He ran his
hand slowly up and down over Jason's cock and balls. Getting no immediate
response, other than a slight frown, he again leaned forwards and kissed
the boy's lips. It was the very briefest of contacts. To his surprise, as
he pulled back, Jason followed him as though wanting to prolong the
contact, and then the boy must have realised what he was doing and stopped
himself, his frown deepening.

"I wish you'd stop doing that," Jason muttered.

"What?"

"This kissing stuff."

Daniel tried to hide a smile and failed. "You don't like it?"

"Boys don't kiss."

"Why not?"

"They just don't. They don't kiss other boys, anyway."

"OK, I won't kiss you if you don't want me to," said Daniel. He watched
Jason's face, wondering if that was a flicker of disappointment that he saw
in the boy's eyes. He continued to play with Jason's cock, feeling it start
to harden under his fingers. Jason, simply looked at him, but didn't
speak. Daniel was already fully hard, and it didn't take long before Jason
was in a similar condition.

"Maybe we should take our shorts off," Daniel suggested, nervously. He was
scared but excited at the same time. It was as though he was leading Jason
forwards into the unknown. Each small step was fraught with possible
danger, but the possible rewards were immense.

Jason swallowed and then gave a tiny nod. "OK," he said, sounding as
nervous as Daniel felt.

Trying not to appear too eager and excited, Daniel threw back the
bedclothes and quickly pulled off his shorts, revealing his aching
boner. He then helped Jason to remove his undershorts. The two boys lay
back down, face to face, their bodies almost but not quite touching in the
confined space of the single bed. Daniel let his eyes roam over Jason's
naked torso. He nervously licked his lips and then put out his hand and
caressed the boy's chest. Jason didn't move, but he did draw in a short
quick, breath. Daniel took this as a positive sign and continued to stroke
his hand over the boy's smooth chest and stomach. After a few moments,
Jason sighed and then, very hesitantly, he put his hand on Daniel's
chest. Daniel gave the boy an encouraging smile, which Jason returned.

"You want to jerk off," ask Daniel.

"Yeah." Jason gave the slightest of nods.

Daniel lowered his hand and wrapped his fingers tightly around Jason's
solid erection. "Will you let me do it for you? You don't have to do
me. Not if you don't want to."

Jason appeared to think about this. "I guess we can do each other," he
said, with a slightly forced smile. He took hold of Daniel's cock and gave
it a gentle squeeze.

Daniel was unable to stop the happy grin that spread over his face. He
shuffled closer to the boy and put his arm around Jason's shoulders. They
were now laid side by side, their bodies touching all the way down to their
lower legs. He started to stroke Jason's cock, slowly at first, then
increasing the speed a little as Jason started to reciprocate. This was so
different to than anything that had gone before. All of the touching and
handling of each other's bodies as a result of the measuring had been
brilliant, but this was so much better. This time they weren't touching
because they had to, but because they wanted to. This time the touching was
special, because their relationship had just moved up to a whole new level
and a whole new world of possibilities and experiences was now open for
them to explore together. Daniel giggled softly as he realised that he was
getting carried away. Perhaps they hadn't quite reached the `whole new
world' yet, but they had certainly taken the first step.

Their mutual stroking continued, gradually increasing in pace as both boys
got more into what they were doing and lost themselves in the pleasurable
feelings that were coming from their young, teenaged bodies. Jason's touch
had been almost tentative at first, but he soon got more into it, his grip
around Daniel's hard shaft becoming much firmer and more confident. Daniel
alternated his stroking of Jason's cock with feeling the boy's balls and
brief excursions up the young teen's chest; Jason's body was beautiful and
Daniel wanted to touch every inch of it.

Surprisingly, it was Jason who was the first to shoot. His cock started to
throb in Daniel's hand, and a moment later, spurts of cum were shooting
from the end, down onto their pressed-together bodies. Daniel followed with
his own orgasm just seconds later, most of the cum spurting from his cock
ending up on Jason. It felt wonderful. At was as though this were the
culmination of something that had been building for so long, yet at the
same time was the start of something new and exciting.

Both boys lay back, breathing heavily from their exertions.

"That was so good," Daniel panted, when he could manage to speak.

"Yeah," Jason agreed. Then he grimaced as he looked down at himself. "How
come I got most of the stuff on me though?"

"You were just lucky, I guess," Daniel grinned. Then, without warning, he
rolled over on top of his friend, pinning Jason to the bed. Jason tried to
struggle, but Daniel caught the boy's flailing arms and held them down on
the pillow above his head.

"What're you doing?" Jason laughed, still fighting to free himself.

"You were complaining that you had more cum on you than I did, so I thought
I'd make us even," said Daniel. He began to slide up and down on top of
Jason, their bodies, all way down from their chest to their spent cocks,
rubbing together.

"Stop it!" Jason giggled. "You're a sicko!"

"Yeah, but you love me anyway," grinned Daniel. He stopped his sliding and
sat up, astride Jason's hips, still keeping a firm grip on the boy's
wrists. The fronts of both boys were now smeared with sticky cum.

"Look what you've done," said Jason, pulling a face. "We're covered in the
stuff."

"I'll help you wash it off if you like," Daniel suggested, brightly.

"You've no need to bother. I can manage," Jason replied, frowning.

"You're really cute when you're annoyed," Daniel smiled.

Jason struggled to keep his frown, but lost it and started giggling again.

Daniel bent forwards and stopped the laughter with a kiss. It was only a
short kiss, but it was longer than either of the previous two.

"You said you wouldn't do that again," said Jason, as Daniel pulled back.

Daniel smiled as he stroked an untidy lock of hair away from Jason's
face. "I lied."

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Coming next, the story concludes in the huge final chapter. Chapter 26:
Getting It Together

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