Date: Fri, 2 May 2014 12:22:59 +0000 From: Nice Guy Subject: My Little Brigade Boy 6 Niceguy98 Chapter 6 - Awakening ---------------------------------------------------------- For the first time in a while, I didn't dream. Or if I did, I just didn't remember it the morning after. I stirred, forgetting where I was for a moment, before the gently snoring form of Matthew grounded me. The memories of last night came flooding back as I looked down at his face and giggled slightly. He was still sleeping, an enormous smile on his face. Was he dreaming about me? From the hard lump poking into my leg, I'm pretty sure he was! Either that, or Fergus! Or both! In his sleep, he began to gently hump against my leg like a dog-boy, obviously wrapped in a sexy dream, induced by our closeness. His beautiful voice began to gently squeal as his humping became faster. This had the side effect of mashing his belly into my crotch, pulling my head out of its foreskin. The precum flew, encasing my dick. The rough lounge pants moved over it, propelled by Matthews hot middle. I began humping myself, joining Matthew in quiet moaning. Faster and faster we went, the wetter and wetter our middles got, the higher and more disjointed our moaning got. My balls drew up, my boner pulsed, and my sperm flew out, making the wet spot saturated. Matthew let off a long, drawn out "Oooh..." as his orgasm peaked and his humping slowed. Matthews belly must have been covered in my offerings, but he didn't seem to care, because he sighed in his sleep and settled back down, never waking up, so I didn't do anything about it just yet. I was about to nod back off myself, when suddenly, his face fell and a terrified look came over it. He started twitching and crying out in his sleep. "No...No!" he kept saying. "Aidan....Don't leave!" Confused, I held him even tighter, gently rocking him out of his nightmare. "Shhh...." I whispered, kissing his head, "It's okay, it's okay, you're safe with me." After about 5 minutes of gentle rocking and platitudes, his face relaxed and he fell back to sleep. Questions whirled around in my head, but before I could even attempt to answer them, the bedroom door opened. I gently turned in the bed, carefully extricating myself from the little lad before standing up to come face to face with Keith. "Is he okay?" he whispered, concern written all over his face, carefully ignoring the huge wet spot on the front of his trousers. "He is now." I answered, glancing back at him. "Did you sleep with him last night?" he whispered, without a trace of anger. Surprised and dumbstruck, I nodded. Keith nodded, seeming to have connected something. He laid a gentle hand on my shoulder. "I think I owe you an explanation." he said. "Let's go to the kitchen." I nodded, still confused but starting to tentatively connect things. Keith sat me down and busied himself at the kettle before I could object. In a few minutes, he presented me with a steaming mug of coffee, which I gratefully accepted. He prepared his own cup of coffee and sat down opposite me, his face concerned, but still without a trace of anger. "It's my fault." he began, "I should have told you before, but then again, he hasn't had a nightmare about him in ages." "Who is he?" I said, the coffee still untouched. Keith inhaled sharply, then exhaled slowly, putting his head in his hands. "Aidan...." he paused, his voice catching. "Aidan was his best friend. His brother, really, in everything but blood." My eyes widened. "Was?" "He...He got run over outside of his school." he continued, his breath catching at points. "Hit and run. Bastard who ran him over never got found out. Matthew was right next to him on the road. A....a few feet from where he was...." My throat caught and my tongue clenched. "He saw the whole thing. At just seven years old. He ran over to him and cradled him in his arms. But it was already far too late. He died at the scene." I shook my head in disbelief. "Aidan was just eleven years old." he said angrily. "His whole life with a boy who loved him was right in front of him!" "Matthew never told me what passed between them but..." he trailed off. Everything finally clicked into place and my head began spinning. I wanted to run upstairs and hug him close, protect him from all the hurt. But I was rooted to the spot. Keith laid a hand on my shoulder, squeezing tightly. "That is why he had the talk so early, because he didn't understand the feelings that he was having, and that he had to keep their love secret, even from his own mother." "That was the one thing that he struggled with." He layed his hand on my shoulder. "I tell you this in the strictest of confidence..." "That goes without saying!" I replied. "...and now you know why he has nightmares." he finished. I stood up and ran upstairs, walking into Matthews room just as he woke up. He looked at me, fear all over his face as he stood up. "Did I...?" he trailed off. I grabbed his shoulders and brought him into the tightest hug possible. "I know." I whispered. "I'm so sorry." He started sobbing, all the pent up emotions cascading out. The beautiful smiling adonis had gone. "I....I feel so guilty." he heaved. "I haven't thought about him in a...ages!" I sat him down on the edge of the bed. "The people we love never really leave us, you know." I said, placing my hand on his head. "They all live on, in here, even if they aren't here on Earth." I said, tearing up. Matthew sniffled. "I know, but I wish he was here." he said, gazing wistfully at his bedside table. I had never noticed before, but there was a framed picture next to the bed of Matthew smiling, in better times, on the back of a lauging, brown haired boy. I finally had a face to the name. "Yeah, but it just wasn't meant to be." I replied, smiling sadly. He smiled back. "I suppose." he said, grabbing my hand. I clasped it and squeezed. "Now come on, we need to get to breakfast!" he said, pulling me out the door. I stared at him, in awe of his resilience. Keith was in the kitchen, making breakfast. He turned, saw Matthew holding my hand and smiled. "How do you like your eggs?" he said. "Scrambled!" I said, rubbing my belly with my free hand. "Me too!" Matthew piped up, copying my actions, gently rubbing my drying offerings into his skin. Keith just laughed and muttered "Boys." turning back to the stove. We both sat down, Matthew never letting go. A few seconds later, Keith plonked a huge plate of steaming eggs in front of us, along with a load of buttered toast. "Yummy!" Matthew said, beginning to dismantle the pile. "Thanks Keith!" I said warmly. "No bother buddy." he replied. "It's the least I could do." Between us we demolished the pile. I occasionally looked over and caught his eye. He smiled every time with his full mouth, his beautiful legs swinging. His black boxers were clinging to him like a second skin, and left absolutely nothing to the imagination. As soon as he finished his breakfast, he ran into the front room and started doing handstands again. I chuckled slightly. "Does he ever run out of energy?" I whispered in awe. "Not that I've ever seen!" Keith chuckled. I looked at the wall clock and started. "I really need to get home!" I said. "Mum'll be wondering where I am!" I jumped up and ran upstairs, gathering all my clothes and putting on the cleanest combination. I threw Keiths trousers in the washer and stuffed my spare clothes into my bag. Keith looked on in quiet amusement. "Aren't you going to put a shirt on?" he said, as I neared the door. I looked down. "Oh yeah." I said, mentally kicking myself. I pulled my gym shirt out of my bag and pulled it on. "I think you'd better say goodbye to Matthew before you go!" Keith gently reminded me. Thankfully, Matthew beat me to it. He came into the front room and grabbed onto my leg. "Please don't go!" he said, gripping tightly. I gently picked him up and brought him into my arms. "It's okay, kiddo!" I soothed, rubbing his back. "I'll see you again on Monday!" "Promise?" he pouted. I kissed him on the cheek. "I promise." I said sincerely. Matthew smiled, then surprised me yet again, somehow. He puckered up his lips and placed them on mine before I could react. Adrenaline coursed through my body and my arms locked around him, savouring his taste. He lingered for a heartbeat, then pulled away. "See you." he whispered, jumping out of my arms and running into the sitting room. I stood there, my mouth open, before Keith clasped my shoulder. "He loves you, you know." he said, smiling. "You're all he ever talks about!" "R...Really?" I stuttered, finally realising the blindingly obvious. "Of course!" he said, laughing, "But be warned, he can be a handful!" "S...So you aren't mad or anything?" I whispered. Keith just laughed. "Of course not!" he said, lowering his voice. "He and Aidan were really close, and shared a lot. I honestly haven't seen him this happy since it happened!" I smiled, overcome by an extremely fuzzy feeling. "Now get out of here!" Keith finished, bringing me into his bear hug. "Before your mum sends out the search dogs!" I laughed and hugged him back, opening the door. Shutting the door behind me, I began walking home. My mind, now idle, began contemplating what had just happened. I suddenly stopped dead, and began grinning. Matthew loves me. "And... and I love him!" ----------------------------------------------------------- End Of Chapter 6 Any comments/constructive criticism to niceguy0398@gmail.com Check out my other story "Highland Flings": http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/camping/highland-flings Nifty needs your help to stay alive and continue delivering wonderful stories, so donate what you can. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html