Date: Tue, 25 Jan 2000 00:38:31 GMT
From: Tel R O'Tales <teller_of_tales@hotmail.com>
Subject: Rich Kid part 15

WARNING:

	This story contains descriptions of sexual acts
between boys of similar ages. If this is not to your tastes
or is not legal in your locality, please leave now! The
story and its associated characters are entirely fictional
and any resemblance to people, living or otherwise, is
purely coincidental.  Some parts of the story have been
idealised.
	The author has copyrighted this story.  A single copy
had been placed in the Nifty Archive. Do not distribute it
to any newsgroups and/or other web-sites without permission
from the author.

			The Rich Kid
			Part 15

	Mark and father were asked to leave and the doctor put more stuff
in my arm. The fairies took me away again. As I slept, I kept seeing this
beautiful, young athletic looking boy. His shortish fair hair blowing in
the breeze as he chased around a small beach. He had the most perfect smile
and despite his spotty complexion he was the most perfect boy I had ever
seen.
	I recognised the beach he was on and the lake beyond, but whom was
this boy?  Where could I find him? I turned back to look at the boy, but he
had gone.  Desperately I searched the beach and the trees for him. I had no
luck. The picture merged into another.  It was now a large brick and stone
building that sounded full of life and excitement.
	A bell rang and lots of boys came out of the building. It must be a
school.  I started looking for the boy from the beach again, but had no
luck. Why couldn't I find him?  WHY?
	I sat up with a start! The familiar walls of my private room in the
hospital were around me. My forehead was bathed in perspiration. I could
feel it as it trickled down my face. I wiped it off with the edge of the
sheet and gently climbed out of bed. I was wearing one of those hospital
gowns that tie up at the back. I found that out when I went a bit dizzy and
sat down on the cold floor.
	I struggled back to my feet and walked slowly over to the
door. Looking through the small window I could see people busily moving
around. There was a row of beds opposite. In one bed there was an older
boy. He looked familiar. Carefully I opened the door and half walked, half
stumbled across to his bed. His reaction was to shout "Nurse".  I flopped
forwards onto the bed beside him and he held me tight. I guess he was
trying to stop me falling off the bed.
	"How are you feeling Sommerton-Thorne?" He asked. His voice was
full of concern.
	"Just a bit giddy. Give me a moment and I'll be ok." I replied. At
this point the nurse arrived and called for a porter to help her get me
back into bed. So much for finding out what had happened to me. Or who that
beautiful boy was in my dream?
	The doctor came and checked me over and told me to lay still! I was
all right. Ok so I had a bandage around my ankles and wrists and some
bruises on my chest.  But essentially I was all right.
	The boy came in to see me a little later on. His name was
Arkwright. He was in the 6th form and was the lad that followed Mark, my
cousin, into the air raid shelter. Now the questions poured forth from
me. Arkwright answered as best he could, but I still had large gaps in my
memory that needed filling. Mind you, I was starting to remember bits about
school and the beautiful fair-haired boy kept appearing there too. So he
may not be a dream after all, I thought to myself.
	Arkwright left me when father and Mark came in and we spent quite a
while chatting whilst I tried to piece my memories back together. They left
for a little while when the nurse came in to do her observations. Mark came
back a little early and as she was about to leave he asked her how Mike
was? She explained that he was still unconscious and no one could see any
reason for it. The name 'Mike'sounded familiar to me, but as yet that was
about it.
	I had been shut up in this tiny little room for a while now and
eventually persuaded Mark to see if he could take me out in a
wheelchair. Even if it was only up and down the ward it would be better
than these four walls. The nurse agreed and between them they lifted me
into the wheelchair and wrapped me up in a blanket. We went across to chat
with Arkwright first and we all had a bit of a laugh. Being out of that
room made me feel a hell of a lot better!
	As we passed the nurses station I overheard one of them talking
about a third boy from our school being in here. I looked up at Mark and he
looked back uncertainly. There was something he was not telling me. He
mentioned Mike earlier, but I assumed that they were talking about the guy
in the bed opposite. Hang-on, Mike was unconscious!  Arkwright was sitting
up and talking. Who was Mike? As we toured the ward I carefully scrutinised
the names on the charts at the end of the beds. The only Mike I saw was a
doctor, so that couldn't be him. It wasn't until we were just about to go
back into my room that I spotted "Jones M." on the door next to mine.
	"Is Mike in there?" I asked Mark.
	"Yeah." He answered sadly.
	"Let's go in and see him."
	Mark turned the chair and opened the door. The first thing I saw
was fair hair that was partially obscured by a bandage. Mark wheeled me
closer. It felt as though he was studying me closely. I now saw a spotty
face. It was the boy from my dream and from my memories of school and his
name was "MIKE!!!!!" It was my Mike.
	Not even my yell disturbed him. It was crazy! Everyone else was
startled, but not my Mike. Mark tried to pull me back. I leapt out of the
wheelchair and sat in the armchair by his bedside. By the time the nurse
had entered the room I was sitting with my head on Mike's pillow with his
hand in mine. Tears flowed freely from me.
	"Was this a good idea?" The nurse asked Mark seriously.
	"YES!" I yelled at her before Mark had a chance to answer. "Where's
Jarvis?" I demanded. "Where is he?"
	"He was transferred to a secure hospital yesterday." Came an
authoritative voice from behind the nurse. It was father.
	"Dad!" I called and he came running. He lifted me up and sat me on
his lap as we both cried. Mike just lay there with his head
bandaged. Father and I spent hour after hour just sitting by Mike's side
and holding his hand. Mr and Mrs Jones spent a lot of time there too. I
eventually persuaded father to let me lay on the bed beside Mike. I lay
there with Mike's hand in mine. My other arm draped gently across Mike's
chest with my hand gently cupping his cheek, fingers gently stroking the
side of his head.
	"If you could do anything in the world right now. What would it
be?" Mark asked me. Father and he took turns sitting with me and at some
point they had swapped over.
	"Right now. At this very moment?" I replied
	"Yes. Right now?"
	"This." I said quietly. I lifted my head a very softly kissed
Mike's cheek.  I lay my head back on the pillow next to Mike's and closed
my eyes. Memories of all the things Mike and I had done together since the
moment we first met came flooding back. Tears gently drifted down my cheek
and onto the pillow. I lay still and wished and prayed for my Mike to get
better. I must have nodded off because when I woke up again Mr Jones was
sat with us. He smiled at me as he gently patted my behind.
	I relaxed and closed my eyes as I started another round of wishing
and praying. I felt a movement. Rapidly I looked around the room. No one
apart from Mike was near me. Mr Jones was sat in the chair, his head in his
hands. I guessed that I was imagining things. You know what it is like when
you are on the verge of sleep. With my head back on the pillow I whispered
"I love you" into Mike's ear and closed my eyes.  Again I thought I felt
movement, but dismissed it as my imagination when suddenly I felt a pair of
lips on my cheek and my hand was squeezed.
	"I love you too Edward." Mike said in a horse whisper.
	Fully alert now, I carefully looked about me, but particularly at
Mike. His eyes opened then he turned to face me. A big grin spread across
his face and he slowly lifted his head. I kissed him on the lips before
calling Mr Jones.
	Within moments, I was picked up and dumped on my bed in the next
room as a flurry of activity swept around Mike. I just lay there and cried
tears of joy. I was so happy. Mark came running into my room talking 20 to
the dozen as he jumped onto the bed and squeezed the living daylights out
of me. We both just lay there with tears of joy rolling down our cheeks.
It was one of the happiest days of my life. I left Mr and Mrs Jones alone
with Mike for quite a long while despite wanting desperately to be near
him.
	The following morning, Arkwright poked his head around the door and
said good- bye. He was being allowed back to school. He took the great news
with him.  Later on, whilst I was out in the wheelchair, Mike was moved to
another room. This one was slightly bigger and when I got back to my room
my heart sunk to see his room empty.  Even his name had gone off of the
door. I wheeled into my room without noticing my name had gone too.
	It was with my heart in my boots that a nurse wheeled me to a
different ward and a new side room. Mike whistled at me as I came in and
instantly my world came alive.  Something else did too, but we'll not go
into that. It was about now that the really painful bit was to start. That
afternoon, Mr Jones, father and the Police Inspector all came in
together. Time to relive the last few days in full trauma-vision! It was a
long slow process telling the whole story to the Inspector and I broke down
several times.  Mike was in tears too almost all of the time as he heard
what I had been through. Even now Mike didn't tell me he had guessed who my
secret admirer was. That was to remain his secret.
	Later that evening, Mike and I were snuggled down together when I
noticed something was missing, his cast. It had been removed shortly after
he was admitted, but with his arms being under the covers most of the time
I hadn't noticed it.  Our families had decided, with our help, that we
didn't need them around for tonight and this left Mike and I pretty well
alone all night. Except for the occasional nurses rounds that is.
	Oh how we kissed! We couldn't get any closer than we were
already. It was absolute heaven and I thanked God for my lover more than
once too. What was more, Mark had left us a little present under Mike's
pillow. A pack of condoms!  For someone who used to be known as a thug and
bully, he had a really sensitive and thoughtful nature. Needless to say we
planned to use two of the three in the pack.
	My plaster cast didn't prove to be too much of a
disadvantage. Neither of us was really strong enough for anything to
strenuous, but then again, does it have to be strenuous to be awesome?
	After the nurse had finished her rounds, I slipped back into Mike's
bed and we started kissing again. Between us there were three hands gently
exploring and pleasing as they went. Mike was busy teasing me to the point
of no return before he tried to put the condom on me. We laughed until we
cried. Neither of us had ever seen one before never mind tried to put the
damn thing on. Perseverance prevailed and Mike succeeded. A few minutes
later, I was rocketing skywards as Mike took everything I could give. It
was better than ever. That may have been because of the risk of getting
caught, or purely because of what had happened to us recently.
	It was my turn now to put a condom on Mike. I gave up in the end
and Mike did it. I don't think we have laughed so much in a long time. Mind
you, these hospital gowns are a brilliant design for easy access and before
too long I was in heaven again and Mike was chasing me there.
	The following morning one of the doctors, a specialist, came in to
see us.  He talked to us for ages about the dangers of unprotected sex and
how promiscuous today's young were. We had to try extremely hard not to
laugh while he was talking and when he finished he handed us a giant sized
box of condoms and told us to be careful.
	Mike hid the box in his bag just before our families walked
in. That was too close for comfort. After the doctor had completed his
rounds we were told we could both go home, but I had to have my plaster
removed first. Mike came with me and we had a laugh along the way.
	We saw Arkwright in Outpatients and chatted to him for a short
while before I was called in. The nurse who saw us remarked how we seemed
to be inseparable and jokingly commented about us being joined at the
hip. I looked at Mike and he looked back at me.
	"Well, actually it's more here than the hip." I said as I gently
rubbed the front of my trousers.
	"Ok. So I got it wrong. Besides, plugs and sockets can be separated
without surgery." We all burst out laughing. "But one thing lads. Please be
careful!"
	Both Mike and I nodded and a few minutes later left the
hospital. For once we both felt completely free and mutually held
hands. Neither of us really cared any more who saw us. We knew that our
destinies lay along the same path and so we would walk that path together.

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	If you have any comments please email me at
teller_of_tales@hotmail.com as usual flames will be ignored. I would like
to thank Marc for his help proof reading the story and Chris, Trey and Marc
for stirring my grey matter when it needs it.  Thanks all of you.