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"THE FINAL DAYS" Part One by Rychard on April 26, 2001
Shawn Brady looked into his boyfriend Jason's tear-filled eyes and felt a pain in his chest. A pain so terrible it could only be contributed to his heart being broken.
"You did what," Shawn managed to ask, desperately trying to find his voice.
Jason could see the hurt in Shawn's eyes, but knew that he had opened the gate and there was no turning back from the truth now.
"I had sex with John Black," he replied.
Hearing those horrible words repeated sent a wave of numbness through Shawn's body. Here he was, on the front porch of his boyfriend's house, and only moments before he had finally confessed his love for Jason...and now, from the lips of the man he loved so much, came the words that had the power to break his heart.
"I need to go," Shawn said.
But as he turned to leave, he felt his knees go weak. Suddenly everything that had happened to him in the last few months came rushing into his subconscious: his sexual encounters with Brandon Walker and Craig Wesley, falling in love with Jason, keeping his being gay a secret from his family, his bitter arguments with Belle Black, his trip to Harmony, meeting Miguel Lopez-Fitzgerald, catching Austin Reed and Ethan Crane with their pants down...being kissed by Miguel...
All the excitement and drama was finally catching up with him as he felt his body going weak. For just a moment he had to close his eyes. The sun was shining too brightly. His heart was beating too loudly. His boyfriend's words of betrayal were ringing through his ears too consistently.
Shawn Brady closed his eyes, and before he could stop himself, he felt his head hitting the ground.
Jason sat by the unconscious Shawn, as the ambulance they were riding in sped through the streets of Salem, it's siren ringing through the air.
Paramedics seemed to fill the van, as they all attended to Shawn.
One female paramedic spoke to Jason.
"How long has be been like this," she asked.
Jason looked up at her through his tear-stained eyes. Through his blurred vision he could see that he nametag read "Melissa." Or maybe "Marissa." Something.
"I--I guess a few minutes," Jason whispered.
"What happened to get him unconscious," the paramedic asked.
"I don't wanna talk about it," Jason turned away from her back to Shawn.
"Listen," she lectured, "I'm gonna need you to tell me everything you can. I know it's scary, but we need to know everything we can and you're the only one with details."
Jason continued to stare at Shawn. The other paramedics were attending to a cut on his forehead that was bleeding pretty bad. And Shawn was so still. He didn't seem to be moving.
"We were having a discussion," Jason whispered. "And I...gave him some bad news...and then he turned around, and fell to the ground."
"I see."
Jason turned to the paramedic, with pleading eyes.
"Please tell me he's going to be okay! He has to be okay!!"
The paramedic looked into Jason's desperate eyes.
"Only time will tell."
Shawn Brady opened his eyes to face the bright shining sun. The sound of waves crashing filled the air. As his vision adjusted to the brightness, he looked around and found that he was standing on an abandoned beach. He felt the warm sand seeping between the toes of his bare feet. A cool, light breeze blew through his dark brown hair. The light from the sun reflected off his bare chest and magnified the blue on his loose-fitting jeans..
"Hello," Shawn called out.
Silence, except for the crashing of the waves.
"What's going on," he asked out loud, but more to himself.
"Oh Bo," Hope sobbed, "why is this happening to our son?"
Bo Brady held his wife tight in his arms, as they stood by the hospital bed Shawn laid in. Their son was laying unconscious in a coma, hooked up to all sorts of machines.
The Brady's had been used to hospital visits lately, but it had been for their other son, the J.T., the poor baby with Fetal Alcohol Syndrome. They were caught off-guard to be having to stand on the floors of University Hospital once more for their oldest son.
"Everything's gonna be alright," Bo said, trying to comfort both his wife and himself. "Everything's gonna be alright."
Jason stood outside Shawn's hospital room. It had been over an hour since Shawn collapsed on his front porch, but it had seemed like a lifetime. The doctor's had said upon Shawn's admittance that he was in a coma, but would most likely awaken relatively soon, but that wasn't enough to alleviate Jason's feelings of guilt. After all, it was only after he had told Shawn that he had been unfaithful to him with John Black that Shawn fell to the ground.
"Jason, what are you doing here?"
Jason turned around to find Belle Black staring at him.
"Belle..."
"Oh, I forgot," Belle said, "you and Shawn are the best of friends now."
Belle shot Jason a look of obvious contempt. It was apparent that her jealousy of the time he spent with Shawn hadn't gone away. He had tried to explain to her earlier when he visited her at her family's penthouse, but she wouldn't hear it, and left, leaving him alone with her father John. That was where it all started.
If only Belle could have stuck around, he thought to himself.
"Belle," Jason said, "I don't think this is the time for bitterness."
"Who's bitter? I'm just here to support my friend Shawn. He was here for me when I was in my coma, and I'm gonna be here for him now."
"He`s going to be fine," Jason urged.
"I always knew you'd be trouble for him. He did hit his head on your porch, right?"
"How'd you--"
"News travels fast in Salem."
"It sure does," a familiar male voice said.
Jason looked behind Belle and saw Brady Black approaching them. Brady was Belle's older brother, and John's oldest son. He and Jason had never really spoken before, though Jason had always thought he was handsome...probably because he resembled himself so much. John Black had even mentioned that while he and him were having sex.
"Brady," Belle said to her brother, "what are you doing here?"
"I had physical therapy," Brady replied, keeping his eyes on Jason. "Jason, what's going on?"
Jason felt odd as he realized that Brady even knew his name.
"Shawn's in there," he replied, "he hit his head at my house."
"I didn't realize the two of you were so close," Brady said, with a knowing smile.
"Well we are," Jason turned away from Brady's glare.
"Brady," Belle said, confused by the weird tension between the two guys, "do you think you could call Dad and tell him about Shawn. He'll probably wanna be here to support Bo and Hope."
"Sure," Brady said. "Oh, and Jason, I'll be sure to tell my dad you said `hi.'"
Jason spun around to face Brady. The sneer on Brady's face told Jason that Belle's brother must have known everything about him and his dad. But how, Jason wondered.
Shawn sat alone on the secluded beach, waiting for something...anything...to happen. He was trying to remember how he had gotten here, but every time he tried to get his brain to work, the crashing of the waves distracted him, and he lost all sense of purpose.
After a few minutes...or hours...of sitting, he finally closed his eyes, and laid back onto the sand. Once his head hit the gentle sand, a single memory flew into his mind: the young man who he had met on his trip to Harmony: Miguel Lopez-Fitzgerald.
"Shawn," a man's voice called.
Shawn sat up and opened his eyes. There, wading in the water, was the young man he was just thinking of.
"Miguel," Shawn called out to him. Quickly he rose to his feet and ran towards the water.
Jason sat in the waiting area near Shawn's hospital room. He couldn't stand being near Belle anymore, and didn't want to be there when her brother returned. Brady obviously knew something about Jason's experience with John, but Jason figured dealing with that would have to wait until he knew for sure that Shawn was safe.
Suddenly, Jason felt a man's hand grabbing his shoulder from behind.
He turned around to see Dr. Craig Wesley towering above him.
"When did you get back," Jason asked the doctor.
"Yesterday," Craig said, as he moved around to sit next to Jason.
Craig had left town shortly after the internet broadcast of his sexual encounter with Brandon Walker. Bo Brady, Shawn's father, had forced the two of them into it after discovering they had both been with his son.
"Did you hear about Shawn," Jason asked.
"Yeah, I did," Craig replied. "He collapsed at your house, right?"
"Yeah."
"Are you two--?"
Jason looked away from Craig. It had been months since they had slept together, and he felt bad that he never really officially broke off his sexual relationship with the doctor before beginning the one with Shawn.
"You don't have to feel guilty," Craig said. "We weren't really exclusive or anything. Just be careful, or else Bo will get you on the net, too."
Jason looked into Craig's eyes with confusion.
"Bo?"
"Yeah," Craig said. "You didn't know that he was responsible for that?"
"No. Why would he--"
"Because he found out about me and Shawn...and Brandon and Shawn."
"Oh my God," Jason said, as he realized that if Bo knew about all that, then he must know that Shawn was gay as well.
Bo sat on the stool by his son's hospital bed. His wife Hope had gone into the hall for some coffee.
"Shawn," Bo whispered to his unconscious son, "you have to wake up. You have so much to live for, so much to do. And so much love for you. There's so much love just waiting for you to wake up."
Shawn ran into the water, towards Miguel.
"Miguel," he called out, "where are we?"
Miguel just smiled at him, letting the waves roll through him.
Shawn fought his way against the tide, but the closer he got to Miguel, the further away he seemed.
From out of nowhere, a giant wave came crashing down on Shawn, knocking him under water. He struggled to pull himself up from under the salt water.
As he rose from the ocean, he shook his head, shaking the water out of his hair. And as he looked towards where Miguel was, there was nothing but water and sky.
Miguel had disappeared.
"Shawn!"
Shawn turned around to see Jason standing on the shore.
Suddenly a sharp pain shot through Shawn's chest as another wave came crashing down on him, knocking him under water.
Jason walked towards Shawn's room, hoping to get one more view of him before visiting hours were over. He passed by an elevator, who's doors were opening just as he walked by. He casually looked over and saw Brady Black standing in the open elevator, sneering at him.
"So," Brady said, "here's the guy who let my dad fuck him."
Jason's legs froze mid-step. He looked around hastily to see if anyone had overheard, but before getting a good view, Brady grabbed his arm and pulled him into the elevator, just as the doors were closing.
Jason pulled away from him, as the elevator started going down.
"Listen," Jason said, "I have to go see Shawn."
"Why," Brady asked, "so you can tell him you're leaving him for my dad?"
"My relationship with Shawn is none of your business."
"No, but your relationship with my dad is!"
"I'm not in a relationship with your dad--"
"Oh, you just let him fuck you with no strings then. How nice of you."
"Fuck off, Brady."
Brady grabbed Jason's shoulders and threw him against the back wall of the elevator, causing the moving box to shake.
"I could kick your ass right now Jason!"
"Go ahead!"
Brady grabbed Jason again, and threw him against the left wall of the elevator, causing another shake.
This time, though, the elevator stopped moving, and the door's didn't open.
Jason looked up at the signal above the elevator doors and saw that they had stopped between floors.
"Oh great," he said, as he rubbed his bruise shoulder, "we're stuck."
Brady simply smiled, as he took another step closer to Jason.
"Oh good," he said.
Shawn opened his eyes to find that he was standing directly in front of Jason on the beach. He noticed that he was completely dry again, which seemed impossible, since he had just been pushed under water by that wave.
Jason took a step closer to him. He was wearing black shorts, and a navy blue wife-beater. He put his hand on Shawn's bare shoulder.
The touch of Jason's almost ice-cold hand sent shivers down Shawn's body.
"I missed you," Jason said.
"Did you," Shawn asked.
"I still do."
"Then why would you hurt me?"
"I never meant to hurt you."
"But you did."
"I'm sorry."
"But you're about to do it again, aren't you Jason?"
"I'm sorry."
Brady took one last step closer to Jason, as they stood face-to-face.
"How did it feel," Brady asked.
"I'm not gonna answer that," Jason said.
"Was he rough with you? Or gentle?"
"Brady--"
Jason could feel Brady's breath on his mouth.
"I bet you loved having his cock shoved up your ass--"
"Shut up," Jason yelled, as he pushed Brady away from him.
"Ooh," Brady laughed, "going butch, are ya?"
"You know, you seem entirely too interested in your dad's sex life. Almost like your jealous?"
"Jealous of him? No way!"
"No, jealous of me. Jealous that I'm the one who got to be with him."
Brady's smile dissolved into a dark sneer.
"Go to hell, Jason."
"What's the matter, Brady? Did I hit too close to home?"
Brady ran up to Jason and pushed him against the wall of the elevator, pressing their bodies together in the process.
"Don't try to bring me into your sick world," Brady threatened.
"I think you're already there," Jason whispered.
Brady licked his upper lip, then leaned in closer to Jason.
"Fuck you."
"You're too late," Jason said, "your dad already did."
Brady grabbed the sides of Jason's face, then leaned forward and kissed him. Hard. He forced Jason's mouth open and pushed his tongue in, exploring the younger teen's mouth.
Jason struggled at first, but soon gave in, realizing that even though they were about the same size, Brady was obviously stronger than him.
As they kissed, Brady rubbed his body against Jason's, causing both of their dicks to grow hard inside their pants.
Finally, Brady pulled away from the kiss. He stared intently into Jason's eyes. Jason could only see one thing in Brady's eyes: desire.
Brady put his hands on Jason's shoulders, and pushed him down so that Jason was kneeling in front of him. Then Brady pushed his clothed crotch into Jason's face.
Immediately Jason could feel Brady's hard-on through the black jeans. Brady had his hands on Jason's face and was forcing him to rub against his cock. Jason closed his eyes and complied. He opened his mouth and began sucking away at the thin layer of denim standing between his mouth and Brady's cock. Brady spread his legs and forced Jason's head to go underneath him, so that Jason was soon sucking away at Brady's ass from underneath.
The friction sent shivers up Brady's body and he let out a moan. He pulled Jason all the way back up and kissed him again. This time Jason was ready for the kiss, and opened his mouth, allowing Brady's tongue free access. Jason eagerly sucked Brady's tongue inside his mouth.
As they kissed, Brady slid his arms under Jason's shirt and began rubbing the younger guy's nipples. As their kiss grew more passionate, Brady rubbed harder. Finally, Jason's sensitive nipples were becoming sore.
"That hurts," Jason said, as he pulled away from the kiss.
"Good," Brady said, as kissed Jason again, and rubbed even harder.
Brady then moved his hands down away from Jason's nipples and out from under his shirt. Without warning, he grabbed the crotch of Jason's pants, squeezing his cock hard.
Jason groaned as Brady held him tightly. Though there was a bit of pain, Jason found himself turned on by it. He found himself kissing Brady back harder and harder, encouraging him to squeeze harder.
Brady abruptly let go of Jason and pulled away from the kiss all at once, then grabbed Jason by the shoulders and turned him around, so that he was facing the wall of the stalled elevator. From behind, Brady reached around and slid his right hand down Jason's pants, grabbing hold of the teen's cock. As he did that, he pushed his body against Jason's back, grinding his crotch into Jason's ass.
Jason let out many moans as Brady stroked his cock from behind while simultaneously dry-humping him. Jason spread his legs a little wider, allowing the mound in front of Brady's pants better access into the increasing dent in Jason's ass.
Brady leaned in and licked Jason's ear, while his cock was growing more and more aroused inside his pants, as he continued to pound against Jason's ass while stroking him from inside his pants. He rubbed his thumb around the head of Jason's cock, sending the teen over the edge.
"Oh fuck," Jason let out, "I'm gonna cum!"
Brady stroked even faster as Jason knees grew weak from his emerging orgasm. Soon he was cumming inside his pants, all over his underwear and all over Brady's hand.
Brady continued to dry-hump Jason from behind as he pulled his hand out of Jason's pants and moved it up to the younger guy's mouth.
"Eat it," Brady said, as he presented Jason with a handful of his own cum.
Jason eagerly applied, licking Brady's hand and tasting the bittersweet flavor of his own juice.
Brady moved his hand away from Jason's mouth, and moved it towards his own mouth, eating up the mixture of Jason's cum and saliva.
Jason moved his hands back around his body, and grabbed Brady's ass, as Brady still pounded against him. Jason slid his hands down the back of Brady's pants, and began fingering his hole.
Brady's humps increased, as he let out wild moans and groans. Finally he pumped one last time against Jason's ass, as he began shooting his load inside his pants.
"Oh fuck yeah," Brady let out.
Jason pulled his hand out of Brady's pants and turned around to face him. The two young men stared at each other for a moment before the elevator suddenly jolted, and began moving once more.
Brady turned away from Jason to face the closed doors, then quickly turned back to face him and leaned in close.
"Oh what the hell," he said, as he firmly kissed Jason on the mouth once more.
Just as their lips touched, they heard the "ding" of the elevator, and the doors slid open, revealing Belle Black and her father John staring at them in disbelief.
"I never wanted to hurt you," Jason said to Shawn.
"Then why did you," Shawn asked, full of hurt.
"I don't know." A tear rolled down Jason's cheek as he stepped away from Shawn. "I'm sorry."
Shawn turned away from Jason, and looked towards the suddenly calm waters of the ocean. The setting sun had turned the sky a lazy shade of orange. He looked up at the sun, then back down at the water, an saw that Miguel was standing at the edge of the shore once more.
"I knew I'd see you again," Shawn said.
Miguel smiled, as he took small steps towards Shawn.
"We're going to be fine," Miguel told him, "it's our destiny. But for now, just rest. Everything will be fine when you wake up. But for now, just rest."
Shawn smiled, as all the hurt Jason had caused melted out of his body.
Jason ran out of the elevator, avoiding John and Belle. Brady stayed behind, and stared directly at his father.
"What the hell were you doing," John demanded.
"What's the matter," Brady asked, "what's good for the father isn't good for the son?"
"What's he talking about, Daddy," Belle asked.
"Nothing, Isabella."
"No, Dad," Brady said, "why don't you tell her?"
"Tell me what," Belle asked.
"Brady, this isn't the time," John said, trying to remain calm.
"Sure it is," Brady said. "Belle, you should know that I walked in on our father fucking your little high school friend Jason."
"T-then why were you kissing him," Belle asked, her voice going weak.
"Well," Brady laughed, "looks like your dad's a fag, and your brother's bi. And well we're at it, your best friend Shawn is Jason's boyfriend. Welcome to the gays of your life."
Bo and Hope stayed in Shawn's hospital room all night, hoping and praying for their oldest son to open his eyes. They waited all night, but their prayers remained unanswered.
The next morning, many miles away from Salem, in the New England town of Harmony, Miguel Lopez-Fitzgerald awoke from a strange dream.
In the dream, he found himself standing in the ocean, watching Shawn Brady on the shore, talking to some young guy. As the dream ended, he approached Shawn, and talked of their destiny together. It was the most realistic dream Miguel had ever known, and he was more than disturbed by it.
After he showered and dressed, he walked into the kitchen of his house, and found his older brother Luis sitting at the breakfast table eating a bowl of cereal and reading the morning paper.
Miguel gasped as he saw that on the front page of the paper was a picture of Shawn Brady, underneath the headline that read "Salem Cop's Son Injured, In Coma."
"Oh my god," Miguel said, as he snatched the paper away from his brother.
"Ha," Luis said, "it must be a pretty slow day in the news for that story to make the front page of the national newspaper."
"I have to go," Miguel said, as he put the newspaper down.
"Go where," Luis asked.
"To Salem."
Shawn Brady's eyes fluttered open, as the vision of his mother and father came into view.
Hope's eyes filled with tears and she leaned forward and hugged her son.
"Oh Shawn!"
Shawn smiled, and leaned back, reacting to the massive headache he was experiencing.
"Mom, Dad," he said, his voice weak from exhaustion.
"Don't say anything son," Bo said, "just relax."
"Everything's gonna be fine, Dad."
As Miguel stepped aboard the plane from Harmony to Salem, he noticed someone was sitting in his seat.
"Uh, excuse me," he said, "my ticket says 12C."
"Oh," the stranger said, "my bad. I'll move over."
Miguel smiled as the stranger moved to the seat to the left.
The stranger looked at Miguel with a vague smile.
"What are you doing going to Salem," the stranger asked.
"A, uh, friend of mine was hurt. What about you?"
"I live there," the stranger said. "Well, I used to. I was sort of forced out of town. But I'm coming back, in full force. And everyone who tried to mess with me will regret it."
The stranger's words sent chills down Miguel's body, as he suddenly felt unsafe. He looked down at the stranger's bag, and saw the initials "BW" on it.
"Uh," Miguel said, trying to ease the tension, "my name's Miguel Lopez-Fitzgerald."
"Good to meet ya," the man said, "mine's Brandon Walker."
TO BE CONTINUED...
Only two more chapters to go until the big "final showdown." All loose ends and plot points will come together in a dramatic and (hopefully) entertaining way!
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