Hey everyone--thanks for all of the emails about the story. I really appreciate the feedback and am trying to get a reply out to all of you who took the time to write. My boyfriend broke his arm on Saturday so things have been crazy around here for the past few days. I'm getting caught up on everything, so hopefully I can post the next chapters in a reasonable amount of time. Thanks, again!
All the best, Joe
Chapter 13
I woke up with Aldon's dick poking me in the back. I sighed again.
"Roll over, dude," I said and elbowed him in the ribs. He moaned and rolled over. I crawled over him and got out of bed. I covered his naked body with a sheet and went to the bathroom. To my dismay, I ran into my mother.
"Where is Aldon?" she grabbed my arm and shook me slightly. She's pretty strong for a dingy old bat. I shook free.
"Asleep in my room," I said nodding my head toward the door to my room.
"Why is he in there?" she asked, looking angry. Well, Mom, he's a hungry pussy boi who wants me to be his master and he begged me to let him eat my ass. Why do you ask?
"He was tired and fell asleep in there. I didn't even know he was in there until I woke up this morning," I said. There were elements of truth to that. Not really, but I hoped my mom was buying it.
"Well next time you wake him up and make him sleep in his own bed. We bought that mattress special for him because of his back," she said smacking me on the chest. Did she not hear me say that I didn't know he was there until a few minutes ago? And how come he gets a special mattress? I was in a horrible car accident and I didn't even get a new pillow.
"Where's my car?" she asked next. Do I have `information' stamped on my forehead or what?
"Buca di Beppo's parking lot. Aldon was too drunk to drive and I don't have a license, so we called Ethan and he drove us home," I said. Again, elements of truth.
"Well you two had better get down there and get it because you're going to need it for the driver's test," she snapped at me. I nodded and went to walk by her to get in my room. I hoped that Aldon stayed under the sheets.
"We'll go as soon as we've both showered and stuff," I said and went in my room, closed the door and locked it. Aldon was laying on his back, snoring and fully exposed, his hard cock standing up in the air. I'm still glad that I'm hung bigger than him. Maybe that's why he wants me to be his master--because my big ol' shlong is so much bigger than his. I went over and shoved him by the shoulder.
"Wake up Aldon. We've gotta go get Mom's car," I said. He grunted and rolled over but he landed on his hard dick and woke up yelling.
"Owwww," he called out holding himself. I rolled my eyes and stood looking at him with my hands on my hips.
"Come on now, get out of bed and take a shower. I'll meet you downstairs after you get dressed and we'll have some breakfast. Then we will go get mom's car so I can take the driver's test. Is that clear?" I ordered. I didn't consciously do it, but my voice lowered by probably an octave. He held his dick in his hands and looked at me so pathetically. What a baby.
"I said," I bellowed at him, "get up, shower, and get yourself to breakfast right now! We have things to do and no time to waste," I could hear a bit of my dad when I spoke. Probably more than a bit. I sounded just like my dad. I guess that asshole persona rubbed off on me at some point. Suddenly, Aldon's face lit up and he was out of bed and on his knees next to me. He bent down and kissed one bare foot and then the other. Oh crap. He thinks I'm his master.
"Yes, sir, right away sir," he said and then grabbed his underwear and held it to his junk and then ran to the bathroom. It was nice that he did what I told him. But kind of creepy, too. I got dressed and walked downstairs. My mom sat at the table looking pretty miserable. Like mother, like son--she and Aldon apparently can't handle their gin. I poured a cup of coffee and dumped in some creamer and sat down next to her. I decided to try an experiment.
"Where's breakfast?" I asked in my new authoritative tone. She snapped her head up to look at me.
"There's cereal in the cupboard," she told me and she went back to staring into her coffee.
"I said, where's breakfast? Aldon and I have a busy day ahead and we need a nutritious breakfast. Get on it," I commanded. I almost giggled it was so ludicrous. I've never commanded my mom to do anything before. She looked up again with a confused look on her face.
"You and Aldon?" she asked.
"Yes, now get on it," I repeated. I gave her a look that I thought conveyed that I mean business. I have no idea what made her do it, but she slowly got up and started rustling around in the refrigerator. Amazing what an authoritative tone of voice and a stern look will do. No wonder my dad is such an ass most of the time--it gets people to do what you want. Well, some people. I was never terribly receptive to that. I couldn't imagine Drago asking `how high?' if I told him to jump. Ugh. Did that mean that Aldon was really looking for our dad to be his master and I am the closest thing to Dad without actually being Dad? Ewww. I have got to stop thinking about things like that.
Aldon came downstairs and sat down next to me. Mom served us bacon and eggs and brought us both fresh coffee. I thanked her and then looked at Aldon when he didn't say anything and started eating. He saw me and stopped cold.
"Don't you think you should thank our mother for breakfast? And we pray before we eat," I said. He looked sheepish.
"I'm sorry," he said and then added `sir' so that only I could see it. "Thank you for breakfast, Mom. Would you like to lead us in prayer?" he asked and then looked to me for approval. It was amazing seeing a guy who is normally so put together, gets good grades, is popular and well-liked be such a sniveling pussy seeking constant supervision and confirmation. It's like he has two personalities--the faggot slave and the confident jock. I miss the confident jock. I've got to stop encouraging the other side.
Mom said a short prayer, thankfully since she didn't fuck up breakfast. We ate quickly and then got out the door without Mom fussing over Aldon too much. We had to take the bus to Broomfield where the restaurant is. Mom's car was fine. I was worried that it had been towed overnight. I drove us to the DMV and got in line. Even though there are like ten people in line ahead of us, I am so excited. Finally, I will have a driver's license. A car can't be too far down the line.
I read the driver's manual while we were in line and had Aldon throw a couple of practice questions my way. It is nice that he is here and he let up a little on the slave act after a while. I finally got called up and after a bunch of paperwork, I was able to take my written test. And I passed! I actually scored a 90 so now I just had to wait for the driving test.
We sat outside in the queue and waited for the next available proctor. This part actually went faster than the written test. The proctor was a guy in his late 40s with graying dark brown hair, horn-rimmed glasses, and a clipboard. He dressed like a boring old man and after talking to him for a few minutes, I concluded that he was indeed a boring old man.
First, he conducted a safety test on Mom's car. When he was finally ready to go, he sat in the passenger seat, I drove, and Aldon got in the back. I wasn't sure why he was going with us, but I didn't say anything. I suppose he didn't want to sit by himself. As long as he keeps his mouth shut, I don't care.
The proctor directed me to go out to the light and turn left. I followed his instructions and ended up driving in a circle, making left turns the whole way. I parallel parked, throwing up a little prayer to Romeo since he was the one who taught me how. He had me drive on the highway for one exit and then we were back on side streets.
We were sitting at a red light when I noticed Aldon lean forward and start whispering in the proctor's ear. Oh no. Not now. Seriously, Aldon! I am doing great on this test, don't fuck this up for me now.
"I'll make you feel so good and all you have to do is pass my brother and let him get his license," I heard Aldon whisper. "I just wanna suck your cock so good," he pleaded. Oh my fucking God. He's propositioning the proctor. I stared at the red light. And stared. And stared.
When I woke up I knew I was in the hospital. The beeping noises, the IV port in the back of my hand, the sounds of a bustling hospital all around. I was in the emergency room, not the ICU, this time. I opened my eyes and saw Aldon slumped over in the chair next to my bed.
"Aldon? You awake?" I asked. He snapped to attention.
"Alvin! I'm so glad you're awake. Hang on," he said and grabbed the call button from the side of my bed.
"Nurses' station," a voice called out.
"Hi, uh this is Aldon Jacobs and my brother Alvin Jacobs just woke up. I'm supposed to ask you to page Dr. Winters," he said. He yawned and stretched. I wondered how long he'd been asleep in that chair.
"Certainly," the voice said and the call cut off.
"Dude, that was insane," he said to me, scooting his chair up to the bed. "How do you feel?"
"Well," I thought about it for a minute. "My head is pounding. I feel like my muscles aren't working or something. It's really hard to lift my arms and legs up," I told him.
"That's so lame. I'm so sorry," he said looking down. "I really fucked up with the test proctor," he mumbled.
"Yeah, you could say that again," I replied. He wouldn't look up at me. "Don't ever do something like that ever again," I said coldly. I wanted him to know how angry I was with him.
"I know and I'm so sorry. I promise I'll never do that again," he whimpered.
"Look at me when you're talking to me," I snapped at him. Jesus. He is so weak and immature. He finally looked up and with tears in his eyes apologized again. "That's better, thank you," I said and leaned back against the pillow. Just that exchange tired me out. I closed my eyes and rested.
"Mr. Jacobs, so we meet again," Dr. Winters boomed as he came inside the curtained-off area the hospital called a room.
"Hey Dr. Winters," I shook his hand. Aldon jumped up.
"Hi, uh, I'm Aldon, Alvin's brother," he introduced himself to Dr. Winters. They shook hands, too. I hoped that Aldon could keep his promise and not end up on his knees in front of Dr. Winters. That man has a forceful personality. Fuck. Aldon's going to cave and end up begging Dr. Winters for cock.
"Good to meet you Aldon. Alright, let's get down to business. Alvin, tell me what brings you here today?" Dr. Winters sat down in Aldon's chair and Aldon stood at the end of the bed. I described the details of what happened before I got here. I glared at Aldon and didn't leave out anything about his indiscretion. At least he looked suitably embarrassed. Dr. Winters didn't change expression while I explained the situation.
"Okay, so you had an episode that started while you looked at the stop light?" he asked.
"Yes," I said. Dr. Winters turned to Aldon.
"What happened after Alvin started having an episode?" he asked. Aldon looked more embarrassed now than before.
"Well, so I sort of propositioned the proctor guy and I guess Alvin had started to have an episode or whatever, but we like, didn't notice exactly. The proctor started yelling at me how disgusting I am and how I should be ashamed of myself for trying to bribe a governmental official. He said a lot of really mean things and then he told Alvin that we needed to get back to the DMV and he would seriously consider failing Alvin because of what I'd said. But Alvin was out. Gone. No matter what we did or said he wouldn't come back to us. His eyes were cloudy but wide open. He seemed awake, but incoherent. Then the proctor got really mad. He made me help him get Alvin into the back seat. He kept yelling about how if Alvin has a medical condition he can't get a driver's license and that we were wasting his time. When we finally got back to the DMV, he got out, stamped Alvin's driver's permit as `medically ineligible' and stormed off. I drove Alvin here after that," Aldon explained, tears streaming down his face.
"Have we screened you for epilepsy?" Dr. Winters asked me. I shrugged.
"I don't know. It's possible. My memory seems better, but I don't remember anything about epilepsy," I answered. Epilepsy? That sounds bad. What if I can't drive?
"Okay, I will schedule several tests and examinations for you this afternoon," Dr. Winters said, now typing a bunch of information into his laptop. I'll be by this evening to discuss the results." He packed up his things and left rather abruptly. I suppose that whole thing with my dad made this interaction strained. That and my brother the slut made me freak out so hard that I had an episode.
"I'm really sorry, bro," Aldon said sitting down again. I glared at him some more.
"Stop saying that. I know you are," I told him. "You had no business talking to the proctor the way that you did. I don't want your kind of help," I said, raising my voice. Someone shushed me from outside my tent room.
"Ron told me I'm always supposed to offer my help in that way. Like last semester Ron was taking this economics class and he was going to get a C. So I went and talked to his professor and Ron got an A instead. And I had a good time with the professor, so we all won," he said smiling at me. "I thought that if I could help you out, it would be a win-win situation."
"Except for the fact that I was going to pass that driver's test and didn't need your help at all," I said sternly.
"I know," Aldon wailed. Jesus, is he going to cry again? What happened to my confident brother? He's so wimpy. I want to smack him and tell him to act right. But I think that this might be the real him and the self-assured guy I remember was all an act. Maybe that's why he sought out a master-type to force him to be confident and assertive. Then behind closed doors he can be a lap dog for an alpha. Ugh. Thinking too hard again. Maybe that's why I keep getting these headaches.
I was taken to another part of the hospital and underwent several tests and performed exams for two different doctors. Another CT scan, another MRI, some other stuff. I kind of tuned out after a while. Not really an episode, more like boredom. I was already tired of answering the same questions over and over again. Tired of having lights flashed in front of my eyes.
The final test was an EEG. I was exhausted at that point. The nurse kept telling me to focus on different things across the room. I stared out the window when she told me to, looked at one of those eye exam things with the letters on it, she held up a picture of a bunny at one point. I just don't even know about all of this anymore. Then she just told me to relax and she started playing with her phone while some machine recorded my brain activity.
Without her bothering me constantly, my mind wandered. I went back to staring out the window. I wondered what Drago was doing. Then I remembered that I had worship group practice tonight. And Angelique and I had our regular Friday date beforehand. Do my parents know where I am? Do I care if they show up or not? What about church on Sunday? Will I be able to start school on Monday? I caught sight of a man working on the roof of the hospital. He wore yellow cargo pants--workman pants, I would call them. Every time he bent over his ass crack appeared. I stared at that for a minute and then, you guessed it, someone was calling my name again. I'd had another episode. Stupid dude not able to keep his ass in his pants distracting me.
"Oh, I'm so glad you woke up!" the nurse exclaimed. I blinked my eyes a bunch and tried to focus.
"How long was I out?" I asked in a raspy voice. I glanced out the window and noticed that it was dark already. To confirm my suspicions that it had been an hour or more, my stomach growled quite loudly. The nurse pulled out a piece of paper covered in squiggly lines.
"Two hours and forty-two minutes," she declared. Oh shit. I was out for a good long time. I'd been out for nearly three hours during the driving test debacle and now three more hours. Huh. This can't be good. Dr. Winters came into the room with his group of medical students. It was a new group so I didn't recognize any of them. No snooty know-it-all, no cute guy, no guy not paying attention--oh wait, that is me.
"Mr. Jacobs," Dr. Winters greeted me. He turned to his students. "Can anyone tell me the significance of an anomaly in the EEG reading?" he asked. The students offered different explanations and discussed the possibilities and I zoned out again. I think Dr. Winters is doing this on purpose--trying to instigate an episode. I stared at the clock, willing it to go faster. Dr. Winters' new group is intensely boring.
A bright light flashed in front of my eyes. The headlights from the semi bore down on Jake's Escalade and Romeo's Civic was gaining on him. Jake jerked his SUV back, tapped the bumper on the F-250 in front of it, and Drago's truck started fish-tailing down the highway. There was screaming and Romeo slammed on the brakes. I flew from the backseat and my head slammed into the windshield. I could hear the sound of the glass shattering around my skull. It suddenly became very quiet. I tried to pull my head back from where it was impacted in the windshield but couldn't get free. The glass cut into my hairline and I could feel the blood rush down my face.
"Shel?" I called out, my voice cracking.
"Alvin?" a voice came from my right.
"Yeah, are you alright?" I asked. I tried to look to the right to see him, but I couldn't move my head.
"I don't think so, man," he answered, his voice faltering.
"Stay with me. Ambulances should be here any minute," I said. He didn't answer.
"I love you Alvin. You've been the best best-friend anyone could ask for," Shel whispered a minute later and then I heard him gasp.
"I love you, too, Shel," I said trying to hold back tears. "Shel? C'mon, man, stay with me," I cried out. But there was no answer. Tears streamed down my cheeks, mixing with the blood pouring from the cuts on my scalp. I remember hearing somewhere that the scalp bleeds more than other places on the body even though it seems like it shouldn't. That wasn't especially comforting at this moment.
"Romeo?" I called out. No answer.
"Emma! Tinsley!" I yelled. Nothing. I couldn't hear anything. No breathing, no moaning, nothing. My body ached every time I moved. I felt the gear shift knob prodding me in the stomach and tried to move around it but everywhere I moved was more painful than the last. I heard rustling from outside the car.
"Hello?" I said hoping it wasn't just the wind.
"Alvin! I'm going to try and get you out of there, okay?" I heard someone outside. I think it's Drago.
"Drago, what's going on?" I asked.
"Man, it looks like a bowling ball hit the windshield but it's your head," he said. I felt him press lightly on my head.
"Hey, that's my brain you're touching," I said and giggled.
"Fuck man, I know you're kidding but I think it may have been," he said, stunned by whatever he'd just touched.
"I hope your hands were clean," I said and giggled again. This time he giggled, too. I think we're both on the verge of shock.
"Well, I used some Purell, that's good enough, right?" he giggled.
"As long as you weren't wanking with it, yeah, I think that's good enough," I tittered.
"Wanking with Purell? I'd have to be pretty hard up to try that," Drago said. He'd opened the door and was doing something on my right. I realized he was pulling Shel away from the car. Shel's body, I guess. It had been thrown part of the way out of the car when the door opened.
"It makes great lube," I said and we both started laughing. I had to stop because my head pounded so much. "Owwww," I moaned.
"I'm sorry man," Drago said. I felt his hand on my back. He rubbed my back for a few moments. It felt so nice. His hands are big and strong. Fuck, what am I thinking? This isn't my friend. This isn't the guy I did everything with from before I can remember until the summer before sixth grade. This is the guy who taunted and teased me mercilessly for the past six years. Who calls me faggot every chance he gets. Who I hate more than anyone I've ever hated. I tried to shrug away from him but I was pretty well crammed between the steering wheel and the gear shift and center console at this point.
"Get off me man," I said. He pulled his hand back quickly.
"Okay, so here's the deal. This car is smoking. I think it's on fire underneath somewhere. I tried to bury it in dirt but it started smoking again. I need to get you out of here. I'm going to try to do that without fucking up your head any more than it already is. I need you to hold totally still. Don't move a muscle and let me carry you out of here," Drago said.
"Are you sure?" I asked suspiciously.
"Yes, Alvin. I know you don't have a lot of reason to believe me, but I've got to get you out of here now," Drago said seriously. For whatever reason, I believe him. I don't know why considering the hell he's put me through, but I believe him. "Hold still, I'm going now," he said suddenly. I could smell the smoke. It was starting to fill the car and it was getting hot.
Drago pulled and used something I couldn't see to dislodge my head. He banged all around the windshield next to my head with the object--a hammer, or one of those hammers to break the windshield so you can get out if the car is submerged in water--and the glass broke. Pieces stuck out of my head comically. I envisioned it looking somewhat like a crown. A crown of broken glass. Hello, I am King Shard of the Shattered Glass Empire. I am getting delirious.
Once he'd broken off the windshield where it attached to my scalp, Drago was able to pull me free. He half-dragged, half-carried me out of the car and up the hill on the side of the road. We looked at the car and it was definitely on fire. Flames broke out all along the driver's side and then engulfed the whole car. Drago picked me up again and carried me as far as he could. The car exploded and he screamed and sort of dropped me. I rolled down in front of him. The flames shot high for a few moments and then began to dissipate.
"What happened? Why did you scream?" I asked in a frenzy. The scream pierced my ear drums and scared me.
"My knee," Drago wailed. He laid on the ground holding his knee in his hands. "While I was carrying you I felt it give and then the explosion blew me forward and my knee just exploded, too," he said, breathing hard.
"I'm sorry Drago. Thank you for saving me," I said, crawling over to him to look him in the eye. I needed him to know how much I appreciated him in that moment. If I'd been in the car when it exploded, I'd be dead.
"No problem, man. I...I," he sputtered and then stopped. Fuck.
"Stay with me Drago," I pleaded and reached out to hold him. I couldn't let him die, too. Not like Shel.
"I'm here, it's okay. It's just that, I love you and I couldn't leave you there no matter what I had to do to get you out," he blurted out. He loves me? That's insane. He must have a head injury, too. Well, if we both have head injuries, I guess I can blurt out crazy shit, too.
"I love you, too Drago. I wish things were different between us because I love you," I said. It was true. That's why it hurt so much when he bullied me. He reached out and pulled me close. We laid there in one another's arms until the emergency vehicles arrived. Fire engines, police cars and ambulances tore in from both directions. I guess the truck driver had called 911.
Suddenly there were people everywhere, but they didn't see us. I was losing consciousness and Drago was fading in and out. I saw my dad pull up. He was telling a policeman that his friend alerted him of the accident after hearing the call go out on his personal police scanner.
"We're over here," Drago called out, and I tried to wave my arms. Finally, a paramedic caught sight of us and started yelling at other paramedics to bring over medical supplies and stretchers. Drago and I clung to one another. He repeated over and over again that he loved me. I told him how much I loved him, too. I didn't care who saw. Then I saw my dad watching us with a disgusted look on his face. I was pulled back and a paramedic began examining me. Another one helped Drago lay down a little ways away from me. We held hands for as long as we could. My father began shouting that nothing about me and Drago holding hands, hugging one another, or professing our love should go into any official reports. Some chief looking guy from the fire department came over and tried to calm my dad down. I heard Dad yelling about how he doesn't want any official record of any faggot behavior being recorded and that everyone here was to keep their mouths shut about what they saw or he would sue the police department, fire department, and the emergency responders. The chief led him away about 50 yards and worked at getting Dad to shut up.
They finally forced us to let go of one another and I went in one ambulance and Drago went in another. We managed one final look before the doors to my ambulance shut. He looked at me with such love and lust and desire...I don't know how to describe the look. I just knew how much he loved me from this look. And maybe wanted me in that special way. I'll never forget that look. I saw my dad glaring at Drago at the last moment before the doors shut. He saw the look, too. He looked angrier than I'd ever seen him look. It was scary.
Once the doors were shut all I could think about was whether Drago was going to be okay. Someone was bent over my head attempting to prevent the bleeding without disturbing the glass shards embedded in my head. We hit a bump and her hand jutted forward, shoving the piece of glass further into my head. Everything went black.
I woke up in a hospital room some time later. It was dark in the room and I couldn't see the clock. I stretched a little bit and realized that I needed to pee like yesterday. I moved my IV bag to the portable stand and managed to get to the bathroom just in time. I peed for what seemed like five minutes. Maybe it was. My concept of time is all goofed up the last day or so. I don't even know if I'd arrived in the hospital yesterday or last year.
I washed my hands and went to climb back in bed, but someone was already there. Fuck, did I go back to the wrong bed and I'm trying to climb in with my roommate? What a great way to meet your roommate...hi, sorry I got in bed with you, hope you don't mind that I'm mental and whatnot. I looked around and realized that there was only one bed in this room. Who was in my bed? Goldilocks?
"Took you long enough," Drago said, grinning at me. It was Drago! I was so glad to see him. I got in bed and hugged him tighter than I think I've ever hugged anyone in my life.
"I'm so glad you're here!" I said and tried to squeeze him even harder. He hugged me back just as tight. "This reminds me of after the accident when we laid on the ground before the paramedics showed up and we held one another," I said before realizing what I was saying.
"What?" Drago asked and pulled back slightly so he could see my face. The memories of my dream came to me in bursts. I was conscious after the accident. Drago saved me! He loved me! Why hadn't he told me any of this? Or was it just a dream?
"You remember," I said. "After you pulled me out of Romeo's car and carried me away...we held each other. And I told you how much I love you after you told me," I explained. Please don't let it be a dream. Drago blushed.
"You remember that?" he said. I nodded and he kissed me. A kiss full of love, passion, promises of a life filled with joy.
"I love you so much. Thank you for saving me," I told him after we broke the kiss. "I can't believe you blew your knee saving me. I don't think I can ever properly thank you enough," I said, kissing his face and neck.
"It's okay, Alvin. You're alive and that's all that matters. When I saw that Romeo's car was smoking I knew I had to get you out. I thought you were already dead, but I had to try. When you called out to me, I didn't care that my shoulder was hanging at a crazy angle, or that I was bleeding, or that you were bleeding. I just needed to get you out. I still don't know how we got out of there alive," he said. I nuzzled in under his chin and listened to his heart while he talked. I never want to let go.
"You can't play football this year because of me. You wouldn't have blown your knee..." I mumbled. His sacrifice changed his life.
"Stop that. I would do it again a million times. Maybe not a million and one, but definitely one million," he said. I backed away and gave him a look and then we started laughing. We kissed again.
"What time is it?" I asked. He looked at his phone.
"About 3:30," he said. Damn. Time is flying by in huge chunks. I'm sleeping my life away.
"So why didn't you tell me about after the accident?" I asked again. He looked conflicted.
"Well, you didn't remember any of it. And when you woke up you still hated me. I never knew if you were ever going to come around. I got scared. If you didn't remember and you hated my guts, what was the point in telling you? You probably wouldn't have believed me and you may have accused me of lying. It was a no-win situation," he told me. I thought about it for a moment. He's right. I was very angry with him after the accident. I blamed him. I wouldn't have believed him. But that brought up another question--why didn't my dad ever mention this? Was this why he didn't want me seeing Drago? That finally made some sense. I could never figure out why my dad had turned against Drago so quickly. Now I know. And when he said that Drago had a look! I finally understood that, too. Dad saw Drago give me that look before we were whisked away by the ambulances. The passion-look.
"I'm sorry," I said quietly. I hated that I didn't remember any of that stuff until now.
"It's okay. We worked it out and things are good," Drago said, rubbing my back. Mmmmm, his big warm hands.
"But it's not perfect. My parents are never going to accept this," I said. We were both quiet for a few minutes.
"I'm coming out to my parents when I get home, Alvin," he told me.
"What! No. You can't do that. I mean, of course you can, but why?" I blurted out.
"It's like, I don't know. I don't want to lie to them anymore. I love my parents and they should know. I think they'll be supportive and I could really use that right now. Plus, I read some stuff about coming out to your teammates and it said that the longer you wait, the more that guys take it the wrong way, or whatever. Guys don't want you to lie and conceal and all that. If they just know that about you they are more accepting. And some guys will always hate you but you can't help that. You just have to be honest with them and yourself," he told me. I nodded. Dr. Khan told me something similar--at least the part about being honest with yourself.
"Okay. I understand. I can't, you know," I said.
"I know," he replied and hugged me.
"I wish I could, but..." I trailed off.
"It's okay, Alvin. I understand," he said. And I knew he did. I love him so much. I can hardly stand how much I love him. I fell asleep in his arms.
Dr. Winters woke us up the next morning, bright and early at 7 am. He grinned at me when I realized that Drago and I were wrapped up in each other's arms. I elbowed Drago a little bit.
"Hey, uh, Dr. Winters is here," I said. Drago woke up and stretched.
"Hi there, Doc," he said and turned to the right and popped his back. It popped probably five times, maybe more. That always freaks me out when he does that. Drago turned me slightly and pulled me more or less into his lap. He adjusted the bed so that it was in a sitting position.
"Drago," Dr. Winters greeted him and they shook hands. "So, we need to talk about the test results from yesterday. First of all, I'm tentatively diagnosing you as epileptic. We'll need to run some more tests, but I believe that the accident brought on epilepsy. Second, we need to get you on medications immediately. Once we have the right combination of anticonvulsants, vitamin supplements, and pain relievers, you should be able to live life to its fullest. We'll also get you a medical alert bracelet so that when you have seizures medical personnel will know how to treat you," he explained. I nodded and looked at Drago.
"It's okay, I'll be right by your side to help you through all of this," he told me. I am really relieved that he is here. There's no way I'm going to remember all of this. A bunch of medications? Combinations of medications and pain relievers and what else did he say? I've already forgotten!
"What about driving?" I asked, remembering that the proctor told Aldon something about not being medically eligible to drive.
"No, I'm sorry Alvin, but you are not able to drive. It's possible that if we can get your seizures under control with medication you'll be able to drive someday, but not now or anytime in the immediate future. It's actually a blessing that you didn't get your license and end up having an accident before your diagnosis," he said. I thought about that for a moment. I was pretty pissed off at Aldon but it turned out that I shouldn't have been driving anyway. I'm super disappointed that I won't get my license, maybe ever. But at least I didn't kill someone when I was having an episode. Or seizure, I guess.
"Why didn't I get diagnosed sooner? Why did everyone keep saying episode' instead of seizure'? I asked.
"Your seizures don't present in a traditional way. And your earlier brain scans were inconclusive. Your more recent scans show definite indications of epilepsy. My guess is that brain swelling prevented an earlier diagnosis. It's also possible that your seizures have changed over time. They still don't present traditionally, so I want to continue testing and I'll consult some other experts in the field. There may be another explanation, but I want to make sure that we start you on medication right away because I believe that you do have epilepsy," Dr. Winters said, now probing my scars. "Any pain?" he asked as he pressed in different places.
"No, not really. Ow. Okay, that didn't exactly hurt but now I feel like I have a headache coming on," I said, squinting in the light of the room. Drago got up and moved to the chair by my bed. He looked concerned. Very concerned. If I could think of a word that meant super-duper concerned, I would say that, but I'm having trouble with my memory and it just isn't there.
"I'll note that. It's possible you'll need another surgery down the line, but for now we'll continue to monitor your progress with the assumption that no further surgery is needed," he began writing something down in his notebook. I waited for him to finish.
"What about school? I'm supposed to start on Monday," I said looking over at Drago. I had a feeling I knew what the response was going to be.
"Alvin, I know that you are excited to begin your freshman year, and I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but I want you to stay here at the hospital for several days, maybe a week or so, until we get your medications figured out. At least preliminarily. We won't know immediately if the medications we choose will work for you, but I don't want to release you until I know if you can take the meds without further complications," Dr. Winters began scribbling in the notebook again. I sat there dejected. Suck. Lame. Other words that express my dislike of this situation but I can't think of. Why can't I think of anything? Dr. Winters looked up a few minutes later.
"Alvin, these medications can cause fatigue, dizziness, loss of coordination and speech problems. Until you are on the right medications at the correct dosages and we determine how you respond, meaning what side effects you have and how often you have seizures, I'm going to recommend that you put off starting college for at least one semester. We can reevaluate closer to spring semester, but for now I don't think the stress of freshman year at college is something you can endure in your condition," he said. I started crying. I didn't mean to, but everything was falling in around me. I'm epileptic. I'm so sick that college is off. Indefinitely. What am I going to do? Sit at home and stare at the wall all day long? Drago is going to bail on me. Why would he stay? I'm some kind of freak. Why would I want him to stay? He can do so much better than me. I'm broken and he needs something more. After all, it's my fault he can't even do what he loves--football--until next year. If he heals by then. My mind is all over the place. I can't focus. I started staring at the clock so that I didn't have to look at anyone.
"Drago, grab him before he falls out of bed!" I heard Dr. Winters shout. Then I blacked out. Mercifully.
I could hear the most beautiful voice singing. An angel?
What a beautiful name it is Nothing compares to this What a beautiful name it is The name of Jesus
You didn't want heaven without us So, Jesus you brought heaven down Our sin was great, your love was greater What could separate us now
The angel sang the Hillsong Worship song and I longed to open my eyes and see what heaven looked like. Jesus called me up to heaven. What do you know? It's not a sin to be gay after all. Or Jesus forgave me for it if it was a sin. I opened my eyes and saw a hospital room instead. And the angel was actually Angelique. She looked lovely. She wore a pale blue sleeveless dress and sandals.
"Hello gorgeous," I said. Her head snapped up and she smiled so big.
"Alvin!" she exclaimed and jumped up and wrapped her arms around me. She showered me in kisses all over my head. "This is so wonderful!" she looked me in the eye and then kissed me on the mouth. It felt so nice. Her lips are soft and her kisses so gentle.
"You sing so beautifully. I thought angels serenaded me on my way to heaven. I'm so glad it was you instead," I told her. She grabbed my hands and held them tight.
"We've been so worried. Drago, Aldon, everyone from church...we've prayed for you day and night," she said. Huh. Day and night. I think I've just lost another chunk of time.
"Thank you so much. I know that your prayers brought me here with you," I said. I'm not certain that she isn't an angel. She has this aura around her of pale green or maybe yellow-green. I held her hands tighter to make sure she was actually there.
"Ouch," she said softly and pulled her hands away from me. She is here! She's with me.
"Your aura suits you so perfectly--love, innocence, and even healing. The pale green means that you comfort those around you," I told her, grabbing her hands back and holding them lightly. She gave me a curious look.
"My aura?" she asked and pulled one hand away and swept it above her head as if she could touch it.
"Oh yes, there are tinges of yellow green. I can tell that you love music just from your aura," I explained. How I knew any of this was a mystery to me, but I was confident that what I told her was true. She smiled at me and then pressed the call button for the nurse's station. I suspect that she thinks I've gone mental. And I may have.
"Hello, Alvin just woke up," Angelique told the nurse who answered. A few minutes later my room was filled with medical professionals. My vitals were of great interest. Angelique didn't mention my aura-talk but did mention how strong my grip is. When Dr. Winters arrived with his crew of baby doctors, everyone went silent.
"Ahhh, our most intriguing patient, Mr. Jacobs, finally rejoins us," he said. I smiled. His aura was bright red. Very powerful and passionate about his life's work.
"Your aura is quite strong today, Dr. Winters," I replied. More curious looks.
"You're seeing auras now?" he asked and started scribbling on his pad again. I smiled serenely.
"Absolutely. Yours is the most vibrant red. Feeling a bit competitive, today?" I commented. He squinted at me and then more scribbling.
"And do you see anyone else's?" he asked. Mrs. Hong, my favorite nurse, came into the room and began shooing people out.
"You'll overwhelm our Alvin," she said. "We have other patients in this hospital that need care. Off you go," she told the various people who had accumulated in my room. "I know that Mr. Alvin is more interesting, but 622 needs an enema and 608 needs a blood draw," she commanded.
"Mrs. Hong, you have the most striking rainbow aura!" I declared. I waved her over to me and grabbed her hands. "You were meant to be a healer. Your entire body emanates a brilliant rainbow aura, especially around your head and hands. Healing hands," I said and I brought one of her hands to my lips and kissed it. She blushed and then hugged me.
"You wonderful boy. That's the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me," she cooed in my ear. Mrs. Kong is the best. She had made my stay so much easier on both occasions of my hospitalization. I held her hands and turned to Dr. Quinlan, one of the baby doctors.
"Dr. Quinlan, the intense pressure you feel to achieve your goals has made you lose your love of learning. Your aura is dark yellow with tinges of brown. I hope that you can get past this pressure you put yourself under and come back to a place where achieving brings you peace," I told her. She glared at me. I turned back to Dr. Winters. "There are others, but I doubt you have time to listen to them all," I said.
"Does everyone have an aura that you can see? And interpret?" he asked. I nodded vigorously.
"Oh yes. Some are stronger than others, however that may have more to do with them than with me," I said. I received looks of curiosity, doubt, and irritation. I could tell that most of the doctors thought I was spouting bullshit. I couldn't help but wonder if that were true. I've never been into auras or new age nonsense. Even I'm questioning this new `ability'. But I can't deny that everyone is surrounded by color. Beautiful shades of every color--even whites, blacks and grays.
"Can someone help Mr. Jacobs to the mirror? Can you see your own aura?" Dr. Winters asked. Dr. Montoya and Dr. Roberts rushed to my bed and helped me over to the bathroom mirror. I gazed at myself for a moment and smiled contentedly.
"Gold. That explains the angels," I said. Half of everyone gave me a look like I had just grown another head and the other half just looked doubtful. Only Angelique looked happy.
"Yes, he woke up talking about angels!" she exclaimed. I grinned at her.
"I thought you were a chorus of angels as you sang. But instead you're my angel here on earth," I told her. She smiled so big. "Angelique," I grabbed her hands again, "you will be the most wonderful teacher. Your students will greatly benefit from your nurturing," I said. She leaned down and kissed me gently on the lips.
"Thank you, Alvin," she said sweetly. I feel such love from her. For once I don't feel guilty about it, either. It makes me happy to make her happy.
"Alvin, what does a gold aura mean?" Dr. Winters asked.
"I have angels and other divine entities protecting me. I'm being mentored and guided to reach beyond myself," I explained. Several people shook their heads and Dr. Winters began scribbling in his pad again. I heard someone whisper to themselves, `what a load of crap'. I would agree with them except that it's so clear to me. I can't exactly un-see it. Or stop spouting off these goofy new age explanations. Thank God I'm not in high school anymore. I'd get laughed off the school grounds. After I got my ass kicked.
"Angels, divine entities," Dr. Winters mumbled as he recorded everything I said. "Any other changes since you woke up?" he looked up from his pad. I thought about that.
"My headache feels different," I finally said.
"Your headache? Tell me more," Dr. Winters prodded.
"Well, I've had a headache since the accident. Sometimes it's less, like when I'm playing guitar. Then it almost vanishes, but it always comes back. Most of the time it's tolerable and I've learned to work around it. But since I woke up it's different. I can't exactly quantify how it's different. Like it's moved, but that's not it exactly," I said and then a sudden shot of pain rushed through my skull. I cringed and sort of rolled up in a ball in my bed and yelled `owwww'.
Dr. Winters dropped his pad and rushed over and pulled my head back and pried my eyelids back. I was sucking in air, trying to calm myself. It was so painful and I couldn't control it. I passed out for a couple of minutes.
When I came to, the room was empty except for Dr. Winters. He stood by my IV and used a syringe to put something in my flow. His aura had changed to a more greenish-blue.
"Such a strong turquoise aura. It's no wonder you're a doctor," I commented. He jumped, clearly surprised that I'd woken up.
"Mr. Jacobs, you are quite the enigma," he said, sinking into the chair by my bed. "I've given you a powerful narcotic pain reliever and you will sleep for the rest of the night. But before you fall asleep, tell me, how do you feel?" he looked somewhat at a loss but so eager to help me.
"Hmmmm. Well, I feel more at peace than I did before. I look forward to the future," I said. He nodded wearily.
"Okay. I will be here in the morning when you wake up. Sleep well, son," he said. I smiled and closed my eyes.
Someone opened the curtains in my room and the bright sunshine woke me with a start.
"No thank you," I called out, unable to open my eyes until the bright light was extinguished. "Please reduce the light," I asked whoever was in my room.
"Sorry," a voice answered and the curtains were swept closed. I opened one eye and then the other. In the dim light I saw Drago approach the bed cautiously.
"Drago!" I exclaimed and reached out for him. He leaned in very carefully and hugged me gently. I pulled him close and held him tightly. When he tried to pull away I held him tighter.
"Damn, dude. You have some kind of super strength or something," he said and I laughed. I reached up and guided his head toward mine and I kissed him.
"I love you Drago. You're being here means the world to me," I said and brushed his hair from his eyes. We smiled at one another and started kissing again. "But if this is too much for you, the hospital and my brain injury and all, I understand. If you want to step back, I understand and encourage you to take some time away. You may not come back, but if you do, I'll accept you with open arms," I said dramatically. He pulled back angrily.
"Are you breaking up with me?" he spat out.
"No. I'm simply giving you an out. There's no reason why you should stay and be forced into this caregiver role that you didn't ask for. I love you and want you more than I can say, and that's why I will let you go," I said calmly.
"What the fuck are you talking about? I love you and I'm not going anywhere," he said rolling his eyes at me. "Playing the fucking martyr. You know, that really hurts my feelings. Like I can just shut off my love for you because you're sick. I'm always going to be here for you. I don't want an `out'. Jesus, dude," he said looking at me like I'm an idiot. I smiled at him.
"I'm really glad you're staying. I don't want you to go, but I don't want you to feel obligated to stay, either," I told him. He shook his head at me.
"Fucking martyr. You don't have to do that. I can make my own decision to stay or go, you know," he said.
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said anything. I love you," I said. I don't think he knows what he's getting himself into.
"I love you, too," he came back over and smiled at me. The tense moment passed and we were kissing again. Before things got out of hand, Dr. Winters showed up. His crew was apparently off doing something else because it was just him.
"Ahem, good morning, gentlemen," he cleared his throat as he entered the room. Drago and I giggled and Drago stood up.
"Good morning, Dr. Winters," we said in unison and then giggled again.
"Talk to me Alvin, any changes?" he asked and out came that stupid pad and pen. I gazed over at Drago.
"Well, Drago's aura changed from a strong red color--full of passion--to a royal blue since you walked in the room," I said. Drago gave me a questioning look. "Open to possibilities," I added. He looked confused.
"He sees auras now. Not entirely uncommon in head injury patients. He just presents non-traditionally and I can't predict anything about his progression," Dr. Winters said more to himself than to Drago. "I've consulted every expert I know and a few that I don't know. Your case is being monitored by doctors all over the world, Alvin," he said. I didn't get the vibe that that was necessarily a good thing.
"Your aura is clouded, Dr. Winters," I said. He looked at me curiously. "You're holding on to your anger and it's being expressed as negative energy. It's okay that you don't have all of the answers," I told him. I thought it was interesting that both Dr. Winters and Drago had red auras. I wonder if I'm attracted to certain auras. Certain red auras. Why do I wonder that? I'm still not really on board with this whole seeing auras thing and I'm the one seeing them! And my explanations! It's almost like I'm a different person sometimes. My vocabulary is changing. I feel calmer. More in charge. It's weird.
"Anyhow," Dr. Winters said in response, clearly not too sure about my aura-talk, "I'm starting you on the first anticonvulsant drug right now. It's a broad spectrum AED, or antiepileptic drug. We're trying to medicate you with the fewest side effects and to eliminate as many of the seizures as we can. You seem to have more than one type of seizure. We may need to try several drugs, as well as combine the drugs in order to find the right balance. You will need to record any abnormal response while taking the drugs and if you have an extreme reaction, you need to be hospitalized immediately," Dr. Winters explained. I nodded a lot, but knew that basically what he said went in one ear and out the other. I looked over to Drago and saw that he was recording what Dr. Winters said. I need Drago now more than ever.
Drago began asking questions and he and Dr. Winters talked about my care for the next fifteen minutes. I spaced out--not an episode, but I certainly wasn't paying attention. I entertained myself by identifying the different auras of the people who walked by my room. Several stopped and peeked into my room and when they saw me looking they hurried off. I think I'm getting celebrity status around here. Then I saw my acoustic in the corner of the room. Joy!
"Can I have my guitar?" I asked, interrupting their conversation. Dr. Winters looked mildly irritated, but Drago jumped up and got me my guitar immediately.
"I put your favorite pick inside and grabbed the new strings you bought, just in case," he said. I smiled and had my guitar in my lap by the time he'd finished his sentence. I started playing and everything felt right. It seemed as though it had been months since I'd gotten to play. The music danced in my head and off of my fingers. I played and played and they moved their conversation to the hallway.
Although I was wrapped up in my music, I could still hear different words and phrases drift in from the hall. Things like, 24-hour care, disabled, and possibility of death entered my head. I think my songs were influenced by what they were saying. My initial song was upbeat and carefree but had shifted to a much darker melody. I felt like I could play their emotions.
Eventually I couldn't hear them anymore and my song evolved to a much happier tune. My own emotions seem more content than those of the people around me. I wonder why everyone is so down. So sad and disheartened. I'm going to be fine. Better than fine, I will be magnificent.
"Alvin? Is it okay for me to come in?" Angelique peeked in my door. Dr. Winters and Drago were gone.
"Absolutely! Come, come sit down with me," I encouraged her to come inside.
"Thank you, Alvin. You're looking better," she said and came over and kissed me on the forehead.
"Thank you, gorgeous," I said and grabbed her hands. Her aura was still the pale green that suits her so well. I let go of her and she sat down. After we briefly discussed my health, she filled me in on all of the church gossip. Being quiet and observant, she gets all of the good gossip. Apparently two of the deacons were having a hot and heavy affair. I was shocked! I didn't know church people did stuff like that. One of the girls in youth group was spreading a rumor that Pastor Guy made a pass at her brother--he's 24 and in the Army. I didn't mention anything about my intimate knowledge of Pastor Guy.
"So do you think he did it?" I asked Angelique, meaning did Pastor Guy make a pass at the Army guy. She blushed.
"Well, there's more to the story according to Aubrey. She told me that she overheard her brother bragging to one of his friends that he'd just gotten the best blowjob ever but he said it was from a girl. It wasn't a girl, though," Angelique said shyly, still bright red from blushing. I grinned.
"Sounds like Pastor Guy knows his way around a, um, er how to pleasure a, um..." I trailed off. This wasn't the kind of conversation to have with my Angel, as I now thought of Angelique. She was too good for that. We both giggled.
"You mean cock. Pastor Guy knows his way around a cock," she said and broke out into peals of laughter. I laughed, too. She was so red. I think I may have blushed for her. We continued to chat and giggle for the next ten minutes. We held hands and kissed a little. She's just so beautiful and sweet. But I don't have feelings for her like I do for Drago. No sexy feelings down below, no hard ons--not really anyway. Sometimes Little Alvin gets worked up, but I find that I'm thinking about Drago or other guys when it happens.
We were laughing about the bassist in worship group, Walter, and how he wears suspenders even though no one does that anymore, when Drago walked in. He had a huge smile on his face as he came through the door, but it faded quickly to this sad/angry look when he saw me there with Angelique.
"Hey Drago!" I greeted him enthusiastically. "Have you met my girlfriend Angelique?" I asked and then immediately regretted it. I'd gotten used to calling her that in certain company, but Drago looked crushed when I said it. "Uh, Angelique, this is my best friend Drago, Drago this is Angelique," I mumbled. I cringed when I said that Drago was my best friend. I feel like shit living this lie. I'm hurting the people I care about the most with these lies to protect people I don't even like very much. This is so fucked up!
"Uh, yeah, we met on Saturday," Drago said and nodded at her.
"Hi Drago," Angelique said blissfully oblivious that anything else was going on. "Oh, my goodness. Is it really almost 11:00?" she declared when she caught sight of the clock. "I've got to go," she hopped up and grabbed her backpack. "I'll be back later today or maybe after school tomorrow, okay?" she leaned in and kissed me on the mouth. I couldn't kiss her back in front of Drago, but she was in a hurry and didn't seem to notice.
"Thanks for coming by, Angelique," I said somewhat woodenly. Drago had this look on his face that I couldn't quite interpret but I felt like a dagger was stabbing me in the stomach. It was my fault that he had that look on his face. My fault that Angelique thinks that I'm her boyfriend. My fault that one of them will be in pain because of my decisions. Fuck.
"Take care my love," she said and kissed me again and she practically floated out the door. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Drago recoil when she called me `my love'. I would have, too, except I was trying to make things easy on Angelique. I think I need to adjust my priorities. Drago shut the door behind Angelique and leaned against it and took a deep breath.
"I'm so sorry, Drago," I blurted out before he could say anything. He turned to me so sadly.
"I understand, Alvin," he said softly. "I know how hard this has been for you and you two make such a great couple," he said practically choking on the words. I shook my head. What is he talking about?
"I don't know what you mean," I said. "Come here and sit with me," I patted the bed next to me. He came over but sat in the chair instead.
"Look, Alvin, I love you very much but you and Angelique have great...chemistry," he said. I squinted my eyes at him. What is he getting at? "You two have inside jokes and you talk so easily with her. I can't be her, I can't be a girl. I just want you to be happy," he said. I could feel tears coming on. Was he breaking up with me? So I could be with Angelique?
"I don't want to be with her, Drago!" I nearly yelled. He looked surprised and I probably did, too. I didn't mean to say it so vehemently, although I really mean it. "I want to be with you! I've always wanted to be with you and you can't believe that she's anything more than my friend," I told him. He looked at me curiously.
"But she's your girlfriend and I'm your best friend," he said simply. I did cringe that time.
"I'm sorry I said any of that. I didn't mean it! I love you," I said trying to get up out of the bed to face him in the chair. He hopped up and grabbed me before I fell to the floor.
"So you aren't going to keep seeing her?" he asked doubtfully.
"No. I'll talk to her when she comes back. I'll tell her the truth. I need to start telling the truth to everyone. I can't keep living a lie," I said laying back in the bed and sighing. "I keep hurting you and you're the last person I want to hurt," I told him. This time I had tears in my eyes. I think he did, too, but he wiped his eyes before I could see for sure.
"I came here to tell you something," he started to say but then stopped. I looked up at him expectantly.
"It's okay, you can tell me," I encouraged him.
"I told my parents I'm gay last night," he said. I wanted to cheer for him but it didn't really seem like the right time. "They were really cool about it. I thought they would be and it was really nice to get it off my chest after all this time. I know what you mean about not wanting to live a lie anymore," he said with a small smile. I grinned huge.
"I'm so proud of you," I said holding out my arms. He grabbed me and hugged me so tight that I couldn't breathe. I didn't try to pull away. It feels so good in his strong arms. I would have let him hug me until I passed out.
"Thank you, Alvin," he whispered into my hair. "I know you're not ready but when you are, I'll be there to help in any way that I can," he said. The tears streamed down my face. I am so ashamed. Here he is offering all the help he can give me, discussing my health with my doctor, breaking up with me so I can be with my so-called girlfriend, all of these things because he loves me. And I hide him away. Say he's my best friend and not my lover. Pretend that we aren't seeing one another. And he does it because he loves me, not because he's in hiding, too. Not anymore.
"I can't do this to you anymore!" I blurted out. He pulled back and looked at me in surprise.
"What?" he asked.
"I'm coming out, too. No matter the consequences. I don't care. I'll figure it out. You're the best thing in my life by far and away and that I've done something to hurt you is so horrible that I can't live with myself knowing that I've done it. I won't do it anymore!" I pulled him close and kissed him hard on the lips. He took a second to respond, but once he did we kissed passionately. It was as if we hadn't kissed in a month, or a year, or ever. We licked one another's lips and I sucked his tongue and then he sucked on mine. He climbed on top of me in that hospital bed. I lowered the back so that the bed lay flat and we giggled as it moved slowly. We were in a hurry. We wanted each other so bad. We pretty much forgot about everything else.
I wrapped my arms around him and kissed his neck. Our cocks hardened and rubbed against one another. Suddenly he flipped me over, my hospital gown open wide in the back and my naked ass popped up in expectation. He yanked his shorts down and his eight inch cock stuck out from his body. It was so hard that his foreskin pulled away from the head and I could see a drop of precum forming at the tip. A random thought entered my head--Aldon was circumcised but I am not. I wonder why?
I didn't have time to ponder that odd notion because Drago had moved down and spread my ass cheeks and dove in with his tongue. He licked from the back of my sack all the way to my tailbone. I shivered in anticipation. His tongue swirled all around my hole, but didn't touch it. He teased me by licking and sucking everywhere but my hole. It twitched and I whimpered.
"C'mon, suck my hole, man," I asked. He kept up the teasing and I felt like I was going to lose my mind. Well, whatever's left of it. "Please?" I pleaded.
"Beg for it," he said in a husky tone. Oh fuck. I was practically humping the mattress going crazy with desire.
"Please, Drago," I rasped out, pushing my hips back, trying to get closer to his lips. "Please rim my ass. I need it so bad. Then I want you to fuck me," I moaned but he still didn't touch me where I wanted it most. He came close and then pulled away. Then he did it again. "Please, Drago, please stick your tongue inside of me, don't tease me anymore. I want you so bad. I neeeeeed yoooouuuu," I moaned again as he licked over my hole several times quickly.
"Well, since you asked so nicely," he said and proceeded to lick and suck my hole. He ran his tongue over it slowly and then around it in circles. I thought I might cum right then but I restrained myself. I held my ass up in the air and didn't touch my cock. He made out with my hole getting it wet with spit. I had to push my face in the pillow to keep my moans and whines under control. It was all I could do to keep from yelling, `just fuck me already!'
He pointed his tongue and pressed into my spit-covered hole. I relaxed and soon he was tongue fucking me over and over again. He pressed in as far as he could and my body shook.
"I'm ready, and I want your cock," I groaned. I looked over my shoulder and watched as he pulled back. He smiled huge and stroked his cock a few times. He spit on it and stroked it some more. Then he spit on my hole and another time right above it. He dipped his cock in the spit and then began pushing inside of me. My hole was so relaxed from his tongue fuck. I thrusted up to meet him and his big, thick cock pressed inside quickly. It had been a while since we fucked the last and my ass wasn't quite as receptive as the rest of me was. I ground my teeth and tried to get used to the penetration as fast as I could. He kept pressing inside of me until he bottomed out. His balls slapped lightly against mine and he stopped moving. The pain and the pleasure mixed together but the pain still won out. I breathed deeply and tried not to clench my ass.
"You feel perfect. I love your ass so much," he said, and pulled slowly out of my ass. He pressed back in excruciatingly slow. The pain receptors were turning off and the pleasure receptors roared to life.
"Fuck me, Drago, fuck me hard," I said, thrusting up to force his cock inside of me faster. The minute or two of pain passed and all I felt now was lust and desire to be roughly fucked. He didn't waste a second and started pumping into me faster and faster. I pushed my face back into the pillow and it absorbed all the whines, whimpers and moans I made as he fucked my ass like a machine. He thrust hard into me and I collapsed onto the bed. He pulled my hips back up and I ended up on my hands and knees. Without the pillow to muffle my sounds, I had to bite my lip to keep from calling out loudly.
Drago alternated from fast, shallow thrusts to slower, deeper thrusts. A couple of times he thrust as deep as he could inside of me and then continued the slow movements. My cock dripped constantly onto the bed. Every time I thought I was going to cum, he pulled back and waited for the moment to pass. We were perfectly in sync with one another. No words passed between us except for the occasional fuck' or yeah' or `fuck yeah'. I turned my head and saw us in the mirror over the sink. Our auras were bright yellow. Spiritual awakening! We're experiencing a spiritual awakening right this minute!
Drago grabbed me by the hips and started fucking like a madman. He pounded my ass so fast it had to be a blur. We both grunted as he fucked me so hard and fast that I couldn't catch my breath. Suddenly, he shouted out and I practically screamed. I'd started cumming about three seconds before him and the feeling of me clenching my ass as I came set him off. He spurted shot after shot in my ass as I sprayed the bed with probably six jets of my own.
Just then, a nurse came in the room and immediately walked back out again. "Sorry! I'm so sorry. I was coming to check your monitors because your numbers had elevated," she cried out in alarm. "I think I know why, now, but I have to come back to reset the machines. I'll be back in five minutes," she said, clearly embarrassed. The door closed and Drago and I looked at each other in shock. Then we started laughing. Oh, fuck, we'd just gotten caught having sex in my hospital room.
Drago pulled his cock out of me and I squeezed tight to keep the cum from drooling out of my ass. A little dripped out and Drago caught it with a finger and wiped it up. He got some paper towels from the sink area and cleaned off his cock and handed me a couple so that I could get out of bed without spilling his seed all over the place. I went in the bathroom and expelled what I could and cleaned up quickly, knowing that the nurse was coming back. After she'd left I noticed that the monitors next to my bed were beeping and making a bunch of racket. We were so absorbed in what we were doing that neither one of us noticed.
I'd just gotten back in bed and Drago slipped into the bathroom when the nurse returned. She blushed and turned bright red and couldn't meet my eye. I smiled sympathetically as she turned off the alarms and reset the machines. She took my vitals and checked my IV bags.
"Sorry, again. And, uh, seriously, this isn't the place for that. I understand that it can be hard to wait, but you shouldn't do that here, or whatever," she said talking to a spot somewhere above my head. I nodded.
"Yes, ma'am," I said. She walked out of the room quickly. Drago came out of the bathroom and we started laughing again.
"I think she wants a three-way," Drago said, maintaining a straight face.
"Oh my gawd, she does not," I replied, throwing my pillow at him. He caught it and threw it back, pelting me in the head. "Hey!" I yelled at him. He rushed over.
"Oh shit, I'm so sorry, are you okay?" he asked. He looked so concerned that I thought he may cry. Oh yeah, head injury here.
"Yeah, I'm fine, dude. It's just a pillow," I said smiling at him. He looked relieved, but not entirely convinced.
"I'm still sorry. I'll try to be more careful," he said and pulled me in for a hug. He kissed my head a few times. Kisses really do make you feel better.
We broke apart and he helped me clean up and re-make the bed. I was tempted to call for new sheets, but I didn't want to taunt that poor nurse. I'd call after the shift change. It would probably be an orderly anyway, but I didn't want to risk it.
"Were you serious about coming out, Alvin? Because I totally understand if you don't, or can't, you know?" Drago said a few minutes later.
"I'm as serious as a heart attack," I said. "But I don't think they will take it well. Especially when they find out about you," I added. Drago nodded.
"Do you want me to go with you?" he asked. I thought about that for a moment. Did I? It might be easier in some ways to have him there. I mean, my dad won't punch me in the face with Drago there. Will he? But it might be harder, too, since my dad developed this hatred for Drago. He might punch Drago in the face. I think Drago would knock my dad the fuck out and that's pretty much inevitable if he punches Drago first. Fuck. This could end up really bad. I'm glad that Aldon went back to his place in New Jersey already so he won't be here to see the fallout.
"I don't know," I finally answered, unable to decide.
"It's okay. So, Dr. Winters said that you are being released tomorrow afternoon. I'm going to go to class and then I'll come pick you up. I'll take you to my house and maybe we can talk with my parents and they can give you some advice on how to talk to your parents," he said. That's right, tomorrow is the first day of school. But hey, good news, I'm getting out of here.
"What about all that stuff he was talking about with my medications?" I asked.
"He's confident that I can help you with all of that. He knows I'm pre-med and he apparently liked all of the questions I asked. Maybe I'll be a neurologist after all of this," he laughed. I just nodded my head. It actually seemed likely that Drago would be an excellent neurologist after taking care of me. He'd have a head start.
"That's great. And yeah, maybe talking to your parents would help. They've always been very nice to me," I said.
"They love you, dude. I used to think they liked you more than me when we were kids," he said. I rolled my eyes. Like that was possible. Drago's parents love him more than the sun or breathing or each other probably.
"Whatever. Thanks, though," I said. He leaned in and kissed me. The bad-timing nurse walked in again.
"Oh no, not again," she bemoaned. We laughed.
"No, no, come back," Drago called out to her as she rushed out of the room. "I know, it's time for me to get out of here," he said. I looked at the clock and it was later than I realized. Somewhere along the line I'd missed dinner.
"Oh, okay," she said reluctantly returning to the room. We smiled at her, but she was looking anywhere but into our eyes. She was bright red again. Poor woman. Couldn't handle a couple of guys showing their love for one another. Alright, it was probably more showing our lust for one another.
She shooed Drago out and then brought me what she could from the pantry near the nurses' station. I ate some peanut butter and crackers and a salad and sandwich. I could have eaten more--apparently my appetite is coming back--but picked up my guitar and started playing. I fell asleep with it in my arms and someone came and put it away for me sometime during the night. I never did get my sheets changed, but that's pretty much irrelevant since I'm getting out tomorrow!