Disorder

Disorder, part 4

Sunday

The meeting the next morning went exactly how I knew it would. There was yelling and swearing and security guards. Intellectually, I knew her stance, but having it confirmed loud and clear was devastating. Though she managed to avoid saying anything directly hateful, the context was transparent: she would rather have me die than drag her reputation through the mud by being or acting gay.

As soon as the meeting was over, both my mother and the doctor were speed-dialing lawyers. Shawn's mother quickly and quietly wheeled me back to my room, where I got a quick recharge from Shawn.

"Any surprises?" he asked.

"Nope."

"How the hell did you turn out so normal?" Shawn's mother asked. "I couldn't believe the hateful bullshit that woman was spewing!"

"I spent most of my time with Magdalena and our big brothers," I replied. "As long as Noah and I kept out of trouble, my mother was happy to be rid of us. We actually had a lot of fun doing our own thing."

Shawn's mom got a giant smirk. "I'd give you a giant hug if it wouldn't hurt you." She lowered her head and shook it. "This is going to be difficult now. We're going to have to get a court injunction against her now, just to keep you alive. That should never be the case for a mother and her child. The woman's wiring is all messed up."

"I'm sorry about what she said in there about you and Shawn," I said. "I obviously don't share her point of view." Shawn's mom winced, while Shawn placed a hand on my arm.

"What did she say?"

I sat for a moment, not wanting to repeat those things out loud, but I knew Shawn had a right to know. She said you were a vile abomination, set on corrupting me to your disgusting lifestyle, and that your mom was unfit to raise children if she could let them turn into someone like you." Shawn's grip tightened. I could see grief and rage fighting in his eyes to see which one would win out. I stroked his chest. "Can I add that I think you're a wonderful person, and incredibly sexy on top of that?"

Shawn's mouth quirked into a half smile, and I heard his mom sniffle. "I'm still mad at that...woman, but I'm already getting my revenge on her by being in here with you." He leaned over and kissed me deeply. There was anger in the kiss, making it more forceful and sexy. "Every time I do that, it's like I'm giving her the finger."

"Then I suggest doing it more often," his mother said with a bit of venom in her voice. Still, the idea that his mom was encouraging us to make out was turning up the heat in my face. I'm sure I was bright red. I knew what she meant, but the message was awkward to me. "Stop looking at me like that, both of you. You both know what the next step in this is, so you need to get over the nervousness about kissing.

"And my mother is telling me to have sex," Shawn said. "Seriously mom, I'm on the same page as you with this, but please stop talking about it. It's creepy." She chuckled and gave Shawn a kiss on the forehead, then left the room.

"Trade you moms," I said. Shawn snorted. "Seriously, though, she wants you to do what's right and for you to be happy. I'd kill for that."

The door opened quickly and both the doctor and Shawn's mom came in, followed by two security guards. I dreaded whatever was about to happen to me. "Your mother left the security office to get some food. She told them she was calm again, so they let her go."

"So why the security detail?" I asked.

"She just called to say she was taking you out of here. We don't know where she is, or what she's planning, but we're not taking any chances. I told her that if she tried to do anything without a court order, there would be guards at your door to stop her. These two are to let her know I'm not bluffing." As he spoke, the doctor studied the room and nodded to himself. "You should be safe enough in here. The guards will be standing outside." After he said that, the two guards walked out and took their posts outside our door. The doctor turned to Shawn's mother. "Everything is secure for now. It would probably be for the best if you went and passed your patients off to other nurses for a while." Shawn's mom nodded and left the room.

The doctor then turned to both of us. "Time is not on our side here. I was hoping to ease you two more gently into this, but we may only have hours before things get ugly. If your mother goes to the police, she may be able to get a judge to grant an injunction; then she could legally walk right in here and take you home." Lassiter shook his head. "I hate to do this to you boys with all of this pressure, but since the only ones cured from this did it through sex, it could be your only chance of survival."

My breath caught, but my thoughts came clearly out of Shawn's mouth. "Now?"

"I know this is inopportune, but there might not be a chance later," Lassiter said. "I'll make sure this door is locked from the inside, and I'll leave word with both of the guards about maintaining privacy. I can't force you two to do this, and you may do whatever you like with your time, but I encourage you to do what's in your best interest, Richard." Lassiter turned and walked out, closing the door behind him, and I heard the lock click.

I couldn't believe what was happening! My mother was trying to get me killed to save her own face. And the only way to possibly save my life was to have sex with Shawn before my mother's plans could unfold! There certainly was no pressure there! Even if I could quench the terror inside my gut, I doubted I could even get hard for the task.

Shawn kissed me.

Problem solved. Thank you, teenage hormones!

His hand traced a slow, winding path down my chest and stomach as he kissed me, and slid itself into my boxers. The mere thought of someone else's hand in my shorts made me break the kiss and exhale sharply, and I started breathing heavily. This was really happening! There was a part of my brain that would normally be filled with doubt and fear about things like this – but it was silent; it knew that now was not the time to balk, and this really needed to happen.

His hand gripped my cock, and my legs kicked out. I whimpered with pleasure. "That was so hot," he growled into my ear, and I felt my entire body cover itself with goose bumps. "I've been planning what I wanted to do with you since I found out I would be having sex with you. Glad you like it." His words were breathy and sensual. He started to kiss my neck, and my eyes rolled back into my head.

He kissed his way down my chest, following the same path his hand had – the same hand that was still holding and stroking my cock, and sending jolts of pleasure through my body. As his kisses reached my belly button, my boxers started to slide down. I would have taken a moment to appreciate the natural skill Shawn had just shown, if he hadn't just then taken me into his mouth. Any rational thoughts I might have had were shattered into a million dazzling pieces, as my entire world became pleasure. I never knew anything could ever feel as good as what Shawn was doing. I couldn't move: I was transfixed by bliss.

I hadn't seen him undress while he was filling my existence with ecstasy, but when I looked down, he was completely naked and had a hand behind his back. I'd read enough on the internet to know that he was fingering his hole to get it prepared for entry. I guessed that made me the top. As his mouth worked its magic, I felt immense amounts of energy pouring into me.

After a couple of minutes, he stopped blowing me and started kissing his way up my body, back to my mouth. He reached behind him while he was kissing me, and took my cock into his hand. He started rubbing the head against his hole. I was still wet from his mouth, and I hoped that was going to be enough for him, since we didn't have any other options. "Are you going to be ok this way?" I asked.

"I practice at home," he said, as the head of my cock popped inside of him. He winced a little, but it went away in a moment. He slid down slowly, and the pressure it created on my cock was exquisite, as was the energy he was giving me now. He finally reached the bottom, and his ass was resting on my. My dick was inside another guy! I moaned with a grin on my face, and he leaned forward to kiss me.

It didn't take him long riding my cock before I started to feel the orgasm build up. Damn teenage hormones! Shawn was whimpering as he bounced, and I knew he was close too. He threw his head back and his ass clenched on my cock, taking me over the edge with him. Holy shit! The orgasm was the most intense I'd ever felt, and it just kept coming. It felt like a supernova of energy exploded in me, and I heard a click inside my head, like someone locked a door inside me.

For the first time since coming to the hospital, I felt fully alive, with all of the energy I'd had before I got sick. I looked into his eyes and grinned at him. He smiled back, panting. "We're not virgins any more, Shawn," I said as he collapsed into my chest. He rolled over and closed his eyes. He looked beautiful, but drawn and pale. "What's wrong?"

"Not sure," he said. His voice was distant and tired. The sex hadn't taken long at all – we had been way too horny, so there was no reason why he should have been that tired. Unless...

I jumped out of bed and ran to the door. "Doctor Lassiter, quickly," I said in my commanding tone. We have a medical issue!"

One of the men nodded and rushed to the nursing station, while the other eyed me. I realized at that point that I was naked, and had cum dripping down my stomach. Neither one of those things was what gave the guard pause. "Aren't you the sick one?" he asked.

"Yes," I said, "but I think I might have made him sick." I pointed at Shawn, who was now unconscious. The guard nodded and closed the door. Fucker was afraid I'd give it to him! I released that tension immediately; I would have thought the same thing in his place. I grabbed a towel and wiped the cum from me as I waited. I was pulling up my boxers when he came in. He assessed the room quickly and gave a small nod. "Did I give it to Shawn?" I asked.

The doctor walked over to Shawn's side of the bed and started taking his vital signs. "Did you two have sex?" he asked. I nodded. "Then no, this was expected."

"And you didn't tell us?" I demanded.

"Shawn and his mother both knew already this was going to happen. I talked to both of them ahead of time, while you were asleep this morning. Shawn is going to be asleep for a couple of days. You sucked him dry. If you knew ahead of time that this was going to happen to him, would you have followed through, or would you have held back?" I thought about it for a minute. I might not have done it, or at least would have needed a lot more coaxing, if I had known. I bowed my head.

"Now, this is important, Rich," he said. "When you finished, did it sound like a small click in your head, or a big crash?"

"A click. How did you know?"

"I suppose I shouldn't have hoped to get the right guy on the first try," he said, almost to himself. "The click means you're safe for now, but not cured. It signifies that whatever has been causing you to lose your energy is plugged up for a while, so you'll stay at full power. A crash would have meant that the disease was destroyed. I've been reading the files and making notes, and I think I figured out the cure, unfortunately."

"Unfortunately? What do I have to do?"

"The five men who survived ended up marrying the women who cured them. The ones who died left no spouses or girlfriends. I'm pretty sure the survivors were in love with the women they had sex with. You and Shawn aren't in love, correct?"

"Before I came here, I didn't really know him, and he's in love with someone else. How am I supposed to fall in love?" That seemed like an impossible task, given the pressure and the time limit.

"You know how you can sense the attraction between yourself and other people? Use that. Shake hands with everyone. You'll know, I think, when you touch the person who can cure you." The doctor reached out his hand for a handshake. I already knew the answer to this one, but I shook it anyway.

"Nothing, not even a trickle," I said. "So you don't think I'm sexy?" The doctor cracked a smile. I did it; I broke through the stone face.

"I was expecting that result, but I needed to verify my hypothesis," he said. "Nice joke, though. A sense of humor is usually attractive to people. Keep that up." Dating tips from the emotionally bereft – wonderful. "Wait a second," he said, narrowing his eyes. "I just had a bad thought. Touch Shawn."

I did as he said, and I knew immediately that there was a problem. "Damn, I don't feel anything from him. I'm not going to feel anything from anyone until I need to feel again, am I?"

"That's the answer I'm reaching as well, I'm afraid," Lassiter said. "This complicates things tremendously." That was the understatement of the year! I had to find my true love, but I couldn't do it while I was healthy. No wonder almost everyone who got this disease had died from it. It was too damn tricky to beat. The doctor shook his head. "I shouldn't have mentioned the love part. It puts even more pressure on you. It might be for the best if you didn't transfer that pressure onto anyone else."

I snorted. "You mean I shouldn't tell guys that I need them to fall in love with me or I'll die? I may be young, doctor, but I know better than that already. People don't like desperate."

A knock on the door interrupted our conversation. The security guard who had gone to the nurse's station when I called for help was at the door again. The other one was gone. I didn't like the other one. "We just received word from dispatch that we are to stand down, now. The boy's mother is on her way up with her own guards and a court order. I thought I should let you know." This guy was awesome in my book. They never told him he couldn't warn us, so he was doing what he thought was the right thing. The man had class.

"Thank you, Brody," Lassiter said. "Go ahead and follow your orders. No sense in you getting in trouble needlessly." Brody left, and the doctor turned to me quickly. "You're going to be ok for roughly a week, then you'll start draining again. I'll do what I can to get the law to save you, but it will probably take a while. I'm going to be trying to figure out more from these previous cases as well, but I don't know what else there is to find out. In the meantime, I won't have any way to protect you, so you'll have to do whatever it takes to protect yourself." I understood.

"Out me," I told him. "If you have to reveal my sexuality to save my life, do it. You have my permission. I'm pretty desperate to not die. She's going to try to keep me locked up and away from people so I can't damage her reputation. That's just how she operates. Shove the appealing things into people's faces, and bury the unappealing ones."

"Understood," the doctor said as the commotion became audible down the hall. She'd made good time. Doctor Lassiter moved around the beds to Shawn's side, so he wouldn't be in the way.

"What are you doing in here?" my mother demanded as soon as she walked into the room, glaring at him.

"Shawn has passed out from all of the stress," Lassiter lied. "I'm making sure the boy is ok. He's done some amazing things to help Richard. I'd hate for such a good and pure person to be harmed in the name of charity." I would have laughed under other circumstances. The doctor had just played my mother's game, and it was a good play. It wouldn't work, but I was impressed.

My mother's world view, however, did not allow for Shawn to be a good person, so she rejected the truth and inserted her own. "Seducing my son into acts of perversion is not, nor will it ever be, a humanitarian act." I could hear the snoot in her voice.

"Your son would have died," Lassiter replied coldly.

I think my mother's nose actually rose into the air with her stubborn denial. She grabbed my hand, and there was no extra pain besides her angry grip. "You say my son would have died. I say you're making it up for your sick and twisted fantasies. When my doctors prove your lies as what they really are, you will be in prison and never allowed to practice medicine again." Just to make sure she had the last word, she stormed off with me in tow. Before I was fully out of the room, I noticed that Lassiter had deliberately started taking care of Shawn, and was not coming after us. I knew my mother wanted him to cause a scene and try to fight her, which would have strengthened her position. I was glad to see that the doctor was learning how to play.

"I'm almost naked, Mother," I mentioned to her. She steered us toward a public restroom and sent me inside with one of her guards, who was holding a bag. She remembered to bring me clothes. Did she still have a shred of maternal instinct? The guard stayed inside with me and I had to get dressed in front of him. Running off hadn't even crossed my mind, but it apparently had crossed my mother's. I knew, at that point, what was coming. I was going to be guarded constantly, under the guise of protecting me.

I changed quickly and we resumed our trip. I considered making a scene, but I couldn't think of an angle that would actually get me rescued, so I kept my head down and my feet moving forward. Everyone stared at our entourage as we walked through the halls, but no one said a word to stop the madness. I already knew no one would. My mother had already caused enough trouble that no one would dare get in her way at that point. It also meant that she would now be on her best behavior. She currently had the moral high ground stance, and couldn't afford to lose it by acting up. She had what she wanted, and now it was time to be better than everyone else.

We reached the car, and the driver opened the door for us. My mother got in first, then me. The guards would be riding in a separate car behind us. We started moving. Neither one of us looked at each other.

"Mother."

"Don't," she said swiftly. "My word on this is final. I'm going to find a doctor who will save you without perverted methods."

"I'm gay," I leveled at her.

"No, you're not."

"Always have been."

"That boy and the doctor put this notion into your head," she said.

I sighed. "No, mother. I was gay long before meeting them.

"You have a girlfriend, Magdalena," my mother attempted.

"Magdalena has a boyfriend. I met him today. He's really hot." My mother's face was going pale. She was losing and she knew it.

"I will not have a gay son," she said. It was calm, but menacing.

`In a week, that will be true. If you keep refusing my treatment, you won't have a gay son any more. You'll only have Noah left, since I'll be dead."

"I'm not convinced that the doctor is right," my mother said, latching onto the only argument she had left that made any sense: the hope of another way through. "We can still fix you...this thing without resorting to those methods."

"Promise me one thing, Mother."

"What is it, dear?"

"Keep someone nearby who can do things doctor Lassiter's way, just as a last resort. Do you really want me to die just so you can be right?"

She looked at me with sadness and compassion in her eyes. Had I really gotten through to her? She reached over and patted my hand. "Out of the question," she replied.

In the next chapter, Rich goes deep into his mother's game for his own survival, but can he outmaneuver her?

I wanted to go for a different sort of villain in this story – one with a complex set of rules, but a see-through agenda. One who uses power and influence instead of brute force. Mrs. Talbaine is still a homophobic bully, but of a completely different flavor. I know who she reminds me of, but I'm curious as to what you all think of her. Let me know what you think about her, my current chapter, or my entire story so far, at academygm@hotmail.com .

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