''I'm so sorry Mr Brooks, He is suffering from Post-traumatic amnesia, we are not sure if it is short term or long term memory....but he uh, only remembers Tyson Brooks, Parker Montgomery...I'm guessing is his mother and Brianna Brooks and a bunch of other people...''
''W...what about me...''I asked my voice shaky, tears filled my eyes.
''I'm so sorry but Stiles doesn't seem to have any memory of ever knowing you''.
I clutched my stomach and doubled over in pain, it was overwhelming; I groaned in agony and tear pulled in my eyes.
"I am so terribly sorry...but I think it's best if you...uhm, just keep your distance from Stiles until his memories have improved, because he seems to be fluster and confused when you are around. I am terribly sorry I know how hard this is for you, but we need stiles to get better fast and I'm sure you do too", He squeezed my shoulder and smiled weakly at me before walking away. I was tempted to jump on his back and snap his fucking neck, but I sat back and stared at the ground. It's crazy how things can change so fast...
"Bryson, hey get up I'm going to take you home, you need to rest", I heard Braeden whisper. I hadn't even noticed he was still there, seeing him now brought up so much emotion, I quickly wrapped my arms around him and buried my face in his chest; my tears making a huge mess on his shirt.
"I'm so sorry about your shirt", I cried, burying my face deeper into his chest.
"It's ok, never liked this shirt anyways", he picked me up and we walked out of the hospital. The whole ride home, I placed my head on his lap, not caring about the seat belt. I just needed to be near someone right now or god I don't know what I would do. When we got home, I had slept off, and Braeden had carried me to my room. He removed my clothes, tuck me in and was about to leave when I grabbed his arms...I dug my finger into his arm in desperation and whimpered. "Please stay with me...don't leave".
He pulled his shirt off and his pants and slipped into the covers with me. I snuggled close to him and moaned. The heat radiating of him was so comforting. I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him close to me; if I were to pull any closer he would enter me.
"I'm here Bry...not going anywhere" he whispered softly against my neck, pulling back to look at my face. His face inches away from my mine; he leaned in for a kiss. But I turned my head and shook it, but he turned it back to him and placed a soft kiss on my lips. His soft, warm lips molded with mine, I sighed in content and smiled weakly when he pulled back. He leaned in again and traced his tongue on my bottom lip slowly; I parted my lips slightly and leaned in. We kissed for a while, it was nice and breathtaking, I still loved him, I could tell by the frantic beating of my heart...but it wasn't "HIM".
I turned around, his hard body spooning me. I could feel his hard on against my butt, I could tell it was freaking huge and thick. I smiled and giggled "I can feel your boner hehe".
He chuckled lightly and whispered against my neck, "You do this to me Bry, You make me hard, so hard sometimes it fuckin hurts...you ever wanted something so bad, it drove you mad, made you feel frustrated and unsatisfied, made you jack off 3 times in the guys bathroom in school because you brushed past him and his arm touched yours...well that's how I feel babe".
I didn't know what to say to that, so I just snuggled closer against him and prayed to God that everything would be ok...even though I knew it wouldn't be.
I woke up around 3:00 am in the morning, panting heavily, I had a nightmare. I looked over to see if Braeden was still beside me...he was, and fuck did he look so cyute! His hair was crazy messy and his hands where tucked under his chin. I smiled at him and lay back down on the bed, but I couldn't sleep. "HE" was on my mind...and what ifs where swimming through my mind. What if "HE" never remembers me? What if "HE" ends up with my brother Tyson? What if "HE" remembers me but our "relationship" is so strained that we slowly grow apart? With all these questions going through my head and Braeden confusing my feelings, I felt suffocated so I got up and went upstairs to the kitchen, I noticed the light was on and someone was down there. Mom was heating up some left over Chinese take-out. The smell was delicious and my stomach growled in response. I didn't notice until now that I hadn't eaten anything since morning.
"Can I has some please", I smiled weakly at her. Knowing she hated it when I didn't talk correctly.
"Sure baby...how are you feeling?" she walk towards me and wrapped he arms around me. Ugh a mothers warm embrace, there's nothing better than it. I dug my face into her chest and cried.
"It hurts Mom, a lot and I miss him so much, and he hates me...it's not fair", I cried into her chest.
"I know baby, but he does not hate you...infact its quite the opposite, when me and Parker stayed with him last night, he kept...moaning your name...saying he had to find you and that he needs you, but then he wakes up and it's like he has no idea who you are again. Don't worry baby it'll all get better in time...He will remember you", She stroked my hair and pulled me tighter to her.
Knowing that he did that made me cry harder because he can't find me and he needs me, it's like he's in pain and I can't do anything about it and it fucking blows.
After I finished eating my mom went back upstairs saying she had to be with Parker right now, that she is just devasted. I hadn't even thought about Parker and how this was affecting her, I was going to come up with her but she said No that I had to eat something and that Parker wasn't really in the mindset to talk or listen to anyone. She just wanted peace and quiet so she can process all this. I sat down and scarfed down my food. After eating I sat there and pulled up my shirt and stared at my scars they were still fresh, so fresh it was still red, bleeding and raw, I really needed to clean my wounds more better, maybe I'll get some Polysporin. I know it's pretty dumb but I had carved Braeden and Stlies's name right on where my heart lay. I heard a surprised gasp and I looked up to see Braeden shirtless only in boxer that hung so low I could see the top of his pubic mound, his face was a mixture of sympathy, anger, disgust and love. Shit.
I quickly pulled my shirt, but he got to me before I could and yanked it off me. He fell to his knees and tentatively reach out and touch his name on my chest. I flinched at the cold touch and tried to avoid his gaze.
"Why...why in the hell would you do this to yourself Bryson...I...can't even...I don't get...what...I just don't..."he whispered as he placed his head on my lap to hide his tears. I raked my hand through his hair. "I'm sorry, I was so drunk and high and-"
"What?!" He shot up and looked at me like I had grown two heads.
"I'm so sorry, you weren't supposed to know that", I whispered and started to pick one of the scabs on my wrist.
"Well, I do now and I can't believe you did that...I mean...what is wr-"
He grabbed my wrist and yanked hard on it, to stop me from picking the scab but it was too late. It had already started to bleed.
"WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU GODAMMIT, WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS...DO YOU LIKE PAIN THIS MUCH!" he yelled furiously, I'm surprised no one heard. His grip on my wrist was staring to hurt like crazy; I fed on the pain like a hungry predator. He shook me violently, trying to get me to answer him but I just stared at those once beautiful green eyes, they were dull now and he had bags under his eyes. He was exhausted. I did this to him. I'm hurting him, just like I hurt stiles. It's better if I let him go, hurt him before I hurt him...I know it sounds confusing but I had to.
"I want you to leave now!" I said bitterly. I looked up at him with a stony glare and tried pulled my hands from his vice-like grip. But he held tighter.
"NO!" he snarled at me.]
"You either hit me, or leave NOW!"
"What?!"
"Hurt me, punch me, kick me, slap me I don't care just do something to hurt me so I can forget the pain, take the fucking pain away, please I need this. Just this once Braeden, I'm begging you". I kept talking begging and pleading, he was going crazy, he shooked his back and forth and whispered "Stop it...this isn't you, this is not my Bryson, why are you doing this to me...to yourself, to everyone who loves you...is it because of "HIM". Stiles doesn't love you, he doesn't even remember you. HE ALMOST KILLED YOU!" He said, his voice filled with an unusual coldness. It scared me.
"Yes he does...he loves me, he does I know it, he loves me, like you love me".
"No, he doesn't, he's a fucking coward who doesn't know shi-"
I slapped him across the face. But before I could respond, he backhanded me too, the pain cut through my cheek like ice. I gasped and touched my cheek, it was bleeding. I looked at him through watery eyes, my breath caught in my throat.
"Oh...oh god, I...I...didn't mean to do that, I am so sorry...Bryson", he kept apologizing as he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close to him. I wasn't mad at him, I asked for it and I got it.
"It's ok, I'm ok, I'm sorry...just don't hate me" I pressed my face in his neck as he picked me up.
"I would never hate you, I love you too much. He walked up the stairs and into my room. Putting me down, he went into the bathroom and came out with a wet towel. He placed it against my wet cheek and wipes the blood off it, doing the same thing to my chest where I had carved their names. Putting the towel on the floor, he climbs into the bed under the cover and I quickly snuggled close to him stealing all his warmth.
It was pretty quiet after that, I didn't know what to say to him and I think he was already asleep, I had drained him.
"You know...I think you should get help, you know like someone to talk to, because this isn't healthy Bry, you carved my fucking name to your chest" I was about to interrupt when he talked over me. "And yes, I know you were hammered and high but that's still no excuse that shit stays with you forever, the scar will fade but it will never completely be gone"
"I know, but I don't regret it, not at all...in a weird way it makes me feel kind of close to you guys" I rested my head on his stomach and stared up at him.
"I don't even know what to say...it's like I get you...understand you but at the same time, you are so fucking confusing to me". He reached out his neck and unclasped his necklace-of all the years of staring at him and following him in the halls so I could bump into him, I never noticed that he wore a necklace- Then put it around my neck, it was silver chain with a ring and a small ball in the middle of it. It looked really familiar.
"I've seen this somewhere before..." I whispered more to myself that to him.
"You don't remember..." I shook my head twirling the little ball in my hand. "k when we were in grade 2 and Lenny Dell pull my pants down when I was hanging off the monkey bars".
"HAHAHA yes, I remember you were so pissed you decked the little runt"
"Ya then remember when you looked at me, my pants were still around my ankles and you just looked at me with those eyes and I felt myself already getting hard, then you looked down at my junk and I became so hard, it hurt. You kept your gaze right there; you didn't even try and look away or pretend when I caught you, you just kept staring. Then you fucking licked your lips and I came right there, nothing came out, it was intense but I fell back and they all started laughing at me. Then you ran towards me and helped me pull up my pants and we ran and ran until we got to the woods behind Old man Foster farm. And you wrapped your arms around me and I cried on your arm".
I smiled remembering how bad I felt for him "I gave you that pendant, it was one of the charms connected to my dad's key chain. I told you that as long as you had that pendant we would always be together. That's what dad told me before he passed. I felt like I HAD to give it to you, you know, like if I didn't then it's like you wouldn't exist".
"There wasn't a day that charm was on me...be it in my pocket or in my backpack, I didn't care I just had to have it close to me. I would stay up some night just holding in my hands staring at it...remembering when you gave it to me, the smile on your face...that bright innocent twinkle in your eyes...remember the nickname you gave me." He bit his lips and looks down at me.
"What?" I smiled.
"I want you..." he whispered.
"Shut up". I pushed me playfully.
"No but I'm serious Bryson, I want you, I want to be with you, I want to be your boyfriend...your lover. I know this is going to sound so ga...I mean corny but screw it I don't care" He pulled me against him and started "I want to be your savior; you know the one that shelters you from all the bull shit, all this pain. I want to be the one to say to anyone at school...yep that my boyfriend Bryson Brooks everyone, Mine! I want to have scratches all that my back...and have the boys on the football team ask me how I got that...and I will say from my boyfriend...he's a little firecracker. I want to give you hickeys...you know mark my territory. Let everyone know I own you, your mine...no one else's. All mine Bry...so what do you say be my boyfriend? He put my hands gently his and kissed every finger.
I sighed heavily and pressed my face against his hard muscular chest. I deserved happiness for once...even though it's not with "HIM''. I love Braeden the same way I love Stiles. I wish I could have both of them...
"I want to be with you too", I smiled bashfully.
The smile on his face was...wow it actually knocked the breath out of me...he hadn't smiled like that since the day at the lake. God was he beautiful.
"You do realize you just made me the happiest man alive".
"Just shut up and kiss me fool"
He smiled and leaned in his soft luscious ass lips came in contact with mine...FIREWORKS!-and let me tell the fireworks on the 4th of July can't compare to this fireworks-I whimpered as his tongue glided against my own, I totally lost myself in this pure sensation as my mouth was thoroughly explored. I pulled back and looked up at him...god you guys I'm telling you this now... A firm sculptured body, bulging muscles roped evenly on his 6 foot 2 inch frame. Cold midnight blue eyes that drew you into their liquid depths. Firm lips and a sharp jaw line, dudes don't even get me started with those cheekbones. Or his dimples so deep...you could pour water on them and I could bet my last buck the water wouldn't drip. Bulging biceps that could lift you to cloud nine. Pectorals and abdominal muscles that were flawless, even when viewed with a mask of clothing. WHAT AN ADONIS! He was PERFECT! And he was mine...I love the idea to death...but there was still that little voice at the back of my head that keep saying "What about Stiles", but I pushed it out of my head.He leaned back against the headboard of the bed. My legs are now on either side of him. I get on top of him kissing him. I loved feeling his body touching mine; especially the way the warmth just came off of him. I pulled back and lifted his sweatshirt over his head and threw it up on the floor. He was only wearing a tank top. He put his hand to the bottom of my shirt and lifts it up a little revealing my non-existent 6-pack. He rubs his left hand slow up and down each ripple. The tingle from his fingers drove me crazy. I take over and pull my shirt over my head and throw it up front too. I lean back down on top of him driving my tongue into his mouth. He digs his fingers into my pant's waistline pulling my waist into his. I feel my hard-on rubbing against my pants and I feel his through mine, the heat almost burning a hole through his jeans and mine. I slowly gyrate up and down causing him to moan. I hear him growl in frustration as he tries to pull my boxer of me, I giggle at his discomfort and help him by pulling my knees up so he can get them off easily. I sit back down and unbutton his pants and push his underwear down. His dick pops up slapping his tank top covered stomach. It's thick as a fucking beer can, and it was long, probably what 9 inches of pure Penisy (is that even a word?) goodness...there is no fucking way that shits going up my ass-ha that came out so wrong...Yuk! He's un-circumcised and so fucking beautiful; I pull the skin back and stare at the sensitive purple head. I pressed my finger on the head of it and he thrust his hip up and kind of makes a sound between a tortured cry and a whimpering dog...so fucking cute. I slid of his legs and blew my breath on the head of his now leaking cock, his leg jerked and he looked down at me, his eyes watering from the intensity.He managed to croak out "You're killing me hear Bryson, pleas suck it...I'll do anything you want me to do, hell I'll wear a fucking two-piece to school...just please suck my fucking cock...please babe"I smiled at him and stuck my tongue and lick the head of his cock, all the while holding our eyes contact. I twirled my tongue around the head of his cock and was rewarded with a mouthful of precum. I slowly wrapped my lips around the head and sucked hungrily at it, he went mad, he growled and raked his hands though my hair, saying my name over and over again. I kept sucking, trying to put the whole length into my mouth. I gagged and tried again but I gagged. Fuck! "It's ok you don't have to take it all, ha-ha it's pretty huge I know, no one has ever succeeded at it...just take your time baby, I love everything you're doing". He smiled leaning down to kiss my lips softly."No one has ever succeeded at it"...does that mean he's been with other people...well no shit of course he has he's fucking Braeden Salverda. But still that fucking bugged me, I wanted to be different from the "others". I want to be his "ONE and ONLY".So I took a deep breath and dove in, relaxing my throat and he went in past my tonsils, I could feel him throbbing in my throat. He gasped and said " Oh, god I can't fucking believe it...you took all, you fucking took it all. God that's so beautiful, my little man". I kept bobbing my head up and down while breathing through my nose, it felt like if I didn't get him off then the whole world would end...like my only goal and only will was to get my big man off. He placed his hands on my head and held it still and started thrusting up slow at first, but when I gently scraped my nails against the underside of his balls, he just went crazy and started thrusting fast, and I could tell he was really close." Here it come Bry, I'm going to come in your mouth babe...oh god...here it comes...open wide baby, uh...uh..Shit!!!!", he thrusted one more time and emptied his ridiculously sweet load in my mouth. It was a lot almost 12 spurt and I tried very hard to swallow all of it but, it leaked out the corners of my mouth. He collapse onto the bed and looks down at me smiling "fuck can't believe you're all mine". He reached over the bedside table to grab his cell phone...oh god!"W...what are you doing?" I gasped and pulled back thinking he was going to send this to his friends. "Oh...uh taking a picture." I looked at him with hurt in my eyes. " Oh no baby...this is only for my eyes only, I need this for when I get home", he smiled and winked at me. I slid up against him and kiss him giving him a taste of his own spunk, he groaned and lick at the side of my lips that still has his seed smeared on. "God I've tasted my cum before...but it taste better from your mouth".I smiled and snuggled close to him. "What about you babe...?" "Na...Too tired ,maybe tomorrow, plus I wanted this to be just for you". "I love you...so fuckin much it scares me", he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close to him. "I love you too Shark", I whispered...remembering the nick-name I had given to him, when we hung out at his mom's house and she put us in the tub to clean up...she learned to never leave 4 year olds alone in the kitchen with chocolate syrup on the table, we could reach it because we were so short but with team work, we got and started drinking it from the bottle. Braeden had been the one to squirt it on me, he smiled and stuck his tongue out at me. I ran towards home giving him a big hug rubbing the syrup on him...next I know we are both naked on the floor covered in syrup. His mom was so mad, but he couldn't hold back the laughter when she saw us on the floor. She had picked us up and put us in the tub filled with bubble bath soap. His mom had washed his hair and pulled it up so he looked like he had a mo-hawk. But I thought he looked like a shark so scream out "SHARK SHARK SHARK", and ever since then it had stuck to him...but we sort of stop hanging out...idk why, we were still too young to know why but we stopped going to over to each other house. We were like stranger with history. Over the next two week me and Braeden got closer than ever, we came out in school and some people accepted us because well...because he was Braeden. While other gave us looks but never did or say anything. I was accepted by his friends...well guy friends, the girls were just confusing, creepy and weird. Stiles was doing pretty good and he was going to be out of the hospital soon, I hadn't gone to see him since that day, but I had to today my mom forced me. She said his dreams, he kept asking for me, it got so bad sometime that he literally was in tears screaming, crying and trashing around on his bed...but when he woke up...the same thing he has no idea who I was. "Do you have to see him", Braeden asked as he pulled over at the hospital. "Yes Shark...I have to, don't worry I'll be fine" His nickname had been hard to remember but very easy to get used to, I couldn't stop calling him that. Even his friends made fun of him for it, but he didn't care. He told them to fuck off, that he was and always will be my Shark...my only Shark. "Oh I know, I know...just promise me, you'll come back to me", he whispered, resting his forehead against mine.
"Of course I will, you're my Shark". I smiled at him before leaning in to kiss him. The fireworks? Still better than 4th of July.
I got out of the car and sighed heavily, walking in, I asked to see Stiles, on the nurses showed me to his room. I walked in to see him lying in bed, he was asleep. He looks so peaceful, with a hint of a smile creeping on...it was like, I don't know like he knew I was heard. I walked over to his bed and leaned in to kiss him head.
" Brooks..." he sighed before opening his eyes.
Merry Christmas! J Hope you enjoy this chapter it's actually one of my fav.
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