Written By: Eric
Warning: This story contains content of an adult nature intended for adults involving sexual acts between two males. If you are offended by this or if it is illegal for you to view this where you live, Well I didn't force you to come here now did I ?, so go away. Otherwise, enjoy the show.
Also Note: This story is purely fictional. That is until I can learn to make dreams come true.
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Stronger
It was impossible to grasp what all had taken place. A few days had gone by, all the while leaving me secluded to my bedroom. I had no more energy to give. I had spent three days in the hospital, the whole time at Ryan's side. If my parents didn't know something was going on before, they did now. As short the time I had known him, he was everything to me at this moment. I cared about nothing else, yet could do nothing more to help him.
The other skier turned out to be a guy that Ryan went to school with. Intentional or not, he shouldn't have even been on the hills that day considering how high he and his friends were. I guess what had happened was they collided and Ryan blacked out, somehow managing to stay up. After they made contact, his direction changed directly to the wooded area next to the run and that's where the majority of the damage had been done. He had a broken leg, three cracked ribs and was in a coma for the first two days he been at the hospital. Day and night I was with him, scared to see what he would be like if and when he came out of it. I hadn't met his parents yet, although I know they knew of me. I had to call them when it happened, so the circumstances of our first meeting was a little uncomfortable. They came about an hour after the accident and stayed for most of the afternoon. The doctor came by every hour or so, basically indicating there was nothing anyone could do besides wait for him to come to. His parents offered to take me home but I insisted on staying there, so I was left to myself playing everything back in my head.
I felt like it was completely my fault. I knew after the first run down that he didn't know what he was doing. I'm still not sure why I let him take off to a different hill. It was my idea to go skiing. What had I done? So much was going through my head I couldn't stay on one thought for long. I wondered what things were going to be like. Was he going to be OK? Would he remember anything? Would he remember me? I started getting sick to my stomach. The nurse had set up a cot for me to sleep in that night, which really wasn't needed because I didn't get more than a half hour of sleep. I just kept looking at his sweet innocent face. He had done nothing to be in this situation.
It was Tuesday afternoon when Ryan had finally woke up. I had gone home to shower and let my parents know that I was still around. They kept asking about Ryan, how he was and how I was doing after seeing everything for the last few days. I played everything off like I was cool just because I didn't want the conversation to go in the direction I knew it was heading. Much to my relief, the phone rang at about four-thirty.
"Hello," I said with the tiredness starting to take control of me.
"Eric?" Said the voice back to me. "This is Ryan's Mom. He woke up! He came out of his coma about twenty minutes ago. I thought you would want to be the first to know."
"Is it OK if I come there right now?" I replied back with tears in my eyes.
"Of course it is."
I could hear the smile in her voice.
"You were one of the first things he asked for when he came to," she said. "We'll see you soon."
All I could do was take a deep breath and wipe the tears from my eyes. As I was when I heard he was hurt, everything else disappeared and all I wanted to do was to be next to him again. My biggest fears had subsided. He remembered. He still wanted me. I drove as fast as I could to be with him. I got to the hospital and his Mom was there waiting to give me a hug. She heard that I had been there since Friday, and told me that he must have meant a lot to me to have stayed there that long. All I could tell her was that I couldn't see myself without his friendship. I wasn't going to be the one to out him to his own mother. She said the doctor was releasing him that night, so he must have felt better than he looked.
I walked into his room and the first sight I came across was his adorable face with those blue eyes that always melted my soul. My heart sank to see him like that, but at the same time I was so relieved to have him back.
"Hey you!" I chimed walking up to him. "How was your nap?"
"Very funny. It was OK. I hurt though. He said with his eyes squinting. I wanted to take his pain from him. It killed me to see him hurting. That's when I sat next to him and let the tears flow.
"Ryan I'm so sorry this happened! I should have never let you go off like that," sobbing as I grabbed his hand and brought it to my chest.
"Eric! What the hell are you talking about. It was my own choice to go off on my own. It's not like there was anything you could have done about it. It's OK." He always had a way about him of reassuring me, letting me know things were good.
"They're letting me go home later. Will you come over tonight?" He asked. "I'm probably going to need some help with things and I'd rather have you there to do it"
"Of course I will," smiling at him.
"Hey, my Mom said you were here since Friday. Did you really never leave?"
"No, I couldn't. I had to be with you. It was the least I could do," I replied.
"Geez. Don't you have a life?" He said back jabbing me in the ribs.
"It's good to know not even a coma gets rid of your sarcasm. I'll make sure and note that. I'll be over later, call me." I leaned in and gently kissed his forehead, brushed his cheek with my hand and said good-bye.
Later that night I was getting ready to head over to Ryan's house to spend the night with him. It had been a while since we had done anything sexual, and I started to wonder how long it would be until he would be fully back to his old self. I just stepped out of the shower when my phone rang. It was Kevin.
"Hey Kev what's up?" I said, trying to get dressed at the same time.
"Not much. Haven't talked to you since Friday. What's been going on?" He asked.
Things were kind of awkward between us leading up to Ryan's accident. I wasn't sure how to take his comment because I sensed impatience in his voice, which he always had with his friends, except for me.
"Not much. I'm sorry I haven't called. I was at the hospital since this morning. Ryan came to after I had gone home so I went back there this afternoon." Good news huh?
"I guess so. Well, for him anyway," was his reply. "Tell him I said I'm glad he's all right next time you see him. Eric, I'm just going to be me and lay it out there. I really need to talk to you sometime. I need to square some things away with you, is that all right?"
"Um, Yah that's cool. I'm actually busy tonight, I hope that wasn't your plan. Is it anything major?" I was a little curious to know what he wanted.
"No, that's OK. Are you going to school tomorrow?" He quickly replied, hinting he needed to go. "I'll just see you there tomorrow, maybe we can make plans for the weekend or something, k?
"All right, take it easy man. I'll see you tomorrow." Just as I finished talking I heard him hang up. What the hell? I wasn't sure what was going on. Whatever concerns I had quickly subsided as my attention went back to getting ready so I could get to Ryan's house. I said the good-byes to the parents and headed out to my jeep.
I arrived at Ryan's at around 10 and knocked on the front door. I was a little caught off guard when his Mom opened the door, although I'm not sure why, it wasn't like Ryan would be bouncing down the stairs to greet me. She gave me a hug and thanked me again for everything I had done for her son over the weekend. Both of our parents agreed it would be OK if I took Wednesday off of school so someone would be around for Ryan to help him with anything he needed. I hadn't thought about the fact that I told Kevin that I would see him at school tomorrow until I was discussing it with Ryan's Mom, but I wasn't going to ignore the fact that he needed someone's help and I knew that he was most comfortable with that someone being me.
I decided not to think about it too much and headed up to the wounded one. I knocked on his door and slowly opened it. He was laying there with his leg in a cast, propped up on some pillows. He didn't have his shirt on, probably because of his ribs being covered in bandages and it wasn't worth it to try and bend his body around to put unnecessary clothing on. He was watching TV with his eyes barely open. God how I wanted to just scoop him up in my arms and take away every bit of pain he was in.
"Well, hey you. How ya holdin up?" I asked as I put my bag down and sat next to him.
"I dunno. Pain pills are wearing off and I can't take anymore for a few hours. How long you staying?" He asked.
"Well, actually I'm going to stay here with you until tomorrow. That is if you want me to," I replied with a half smile as he squirmed around noticeably in pain.
"You're not going to school tomorrow? You don't have to stay here if it's going to get you in any trouble. But if it doesn't, I would love it if you were here tomorrow!" I loved to see that smile again.
"Then we've agreed. I'll be here all day to help you with anything you need. Use me as much as you need to OK?"
"Right. You think I would use you?" He asked a little confused.
"No. I just want to make sure you know that whatever you need help with I'm here for you. And if I get in your hair you can tell me to leave anytime. I hate seeing you like this. I just want to do everything for you right now."
"You're sweet you know that?" He replied. "There is something that I would love to do, but sudden movement hurts my ribs." He had that smile on his face that told me what he wanted.
As gently as I could I slowly positioned myself so I was sitting on his hips. I leaned in for the softest kiss to his lips as I ruffled his hair around. I could feel the lump on his head and he winced a little when my hand crossed it. I kissed his forehead as I started massaging his shoulders. I slowly worked my way down to his chest being careful to avoid his ribs. We had gone this long without messing around before but for some reason it was different, as if the accident had been any worse, we might not even be where we were so I soaked in having him next to me again.
I kissed down his chest slowly stroking his skin down to his stomach as I pulled the comforter off of his legs. I held my fingers underneath the band of his boxers as I licked up and down his stomach. Pulling his boxers down I reached for his balls, massaging them in my palm. I worked his dick with my free hand as I continued kissing all over his body. It's so hard to be gentle with someone when you've been deprived for so long. He was hard in no time so I started to jerk him off as I rolled his balls around with my tongue. It was hard to pleasure him completely with a broken leg and all, but I managed some moaning and heavy breathing out of him. Jerking him off wasn't satisfying my thought of what I could give him so I switched from my hand and took his cock all the way down my throat. Working up and down I slowly paced faster and faster as he thrust back and forth with the head of his cock slamming the back of my mouth. For as much pain as he was in he was taking it all pretty well. I didn't want to tease him for too long so I let him climax without interruption. Right as he bucked his hips in the air I swallowed him as far as I could, letting him shoot straight down my throat.
After he finished his business I cleaned up the mess I had made and got him dressed again. I cleaned up the rest of me in the bathroom and got back to Ryan to give him his meds. After he got his pills down I hopped into bed, shut the light off and turned to face him.
"Can I tell you something?" I said.
"Yah."
"After your accident, at the hospital, all I could think of was what if he doesn't remember me, or what if I freaked you out once you woke up. I kept thinking it was over. I thought I was going to have to live with just the memories of you and me. And when your Mom called me once you woke up and told me you had asked for me, I felt my heart drop. It was the best feeling I could have imagined. And as corny as it sounds, I love you so much.
"I didn't know you were that serious with me," he replied. "I've been going through everything too. I keep thanking God that I still have my memory and that I am OK. Even though I wasn't awake, you being with me that whole time tells me how much I love being with you."
We shared what was probably the best kiss I've ever experienced and said good night. The pills took effect long enough for him to doze off as I laid my head across his chest and slowly wrapped my arm around him, drifting off listening to the sound of his heart beat.
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