Date: Sat, 21 May 2011 23:15:02 +0100 From: caspar wynne Subject: I'm Not Dying Chapter 5 I'm Not dying! By Darne Moon. I'm not dying! is an adventure tale that contains graphic sexual content between men. If you are not permitted to read such content please refrain from reading any further. I currently don't have an editor, and do have dyslexia so please be patient with grammatical mistakes etc. This is the first time I've written anything of this magnitude in this genre. If you enjoy this chapter of this story please let me know at darnemoon@gmail.com, and I'm always interested in constructive criticism comments and ideas. I've also recently started a Yahoo Group, with all sorts about I'm Not Dead. You can find it at: http://uk.groups.yahoo.com/group/im_not_dead/ Hopefully see you there :D Chapter 5 Hangover's are the curse of Satan's spawn. My eye's feel like their on fire. My head is pounding like a bitch. I drag my sorry ass out the bed, fighting with the duvet as I go. I find Cale entertaining Ian with old stories of my drunken antics in Newcastle. I stumble in wearing only my little black boxers rubbing sleep from my eyes. Ian chuckles at the tangled mess of my hair and the sorry expression on my face. Sorry for myself. "Here" Cale chucked a tube of Vitamin C tablets the kind you pop in a glass of water and it fizzes up then drink. I grumble a thank you as I pour myself a glass of water and add the tablet. I watch it with disgust as the bubbles begin to die away. "When do you want to go see this woman?" Ian asks me sipping a cup of coffee. "When I've stopped dying" I mumble taking a sip of the rancid drink. It's chalky. Any drink that's chalky is not nice, but any drink that tastes this bad has to be good for me. Ian spanks my bum softly. I grin. I reluctantly gulp down my drink. "What's going on then?" Cale asks as he starts to make a cup of tea for me. I take a seat on a stool and sigh. "What isn't" I begin, "It all started when I was ill. I was having some strange dreams, and then I saw Washington burning, and then it happened. Then yesterday I pre-empted the attack on Dublin" "Fuck..." Cale mutters as I continue. "So Wendy told me about this woman up here in York and that I should pay her a visit and voi la, we're here!" Ian reaches out his hand for me to hold. I'm suddenly aware their both dressed and I'm in just my underwear, "I think I should get dressed" "Oh I don't know I'm liking the view" Ian says "Yeah its not bad, gardening is obviously doing you good!" Cale grins. I laugh but hop off the stool and go to get dressed. I return as Cale is stirring my tea and hands it to me. "Best go find this woman then, where is she?" I hand him the business card I was given, "Paradox Palace! That place is... unique" Cale laughs to himself. "How so?" "You'll see. We'll head off when your ready. It's about a twenty minute walk away" Cale leaves Ian and I in the kitchen. I shrug at Ian who smiles. I finish my tea and give him a big hug and kiss him on the cheek. "Sorry for last night" "That's OK, was quite funny in the end. Although I think a lesbian was ready to lamp you at one point" "That always happens. I seem to have an innate ability to piss lesbians off" Ian ruffles my hair and grins. "Come on then lets go!" He pulls me close again and kisses me. Then we go to find Cale. Ten minutes later we're hitting the streets of York once more. It's a small city but very nice. We pass the walls and Cale tells me of his latest discoveries of the history of the city. I nod and smile as we walk along the river's edge. In the distance there rises a tall old warehouse. The bricks look like they've recently been blast cleaned. Painted in big white letters across the top of the building read Paradox Palace. As we got closer I could see the main entrance. It was smart and modern, suddenly my imagine of this Mrs Wrinklethought was being questioned. We entered and it dawned on me that this was not a block of flats but an office block. The actual warehouse building was a shell and the offices themselves were built inside in large translucent glass boxes suspended from the ceiling with a series of hanging steel walkways, staircases and the occasional lift. It was a strange place. At the heart of the massive foyer was an oval desk, with a rather prim woman sat at it typing away on a computer. I approach her. "I'm here to see Mrs Winklethought" I say. The woman glanced at me. "Do you have an appointment?" She asked curtly. "That's all right Minerva, send them up" called a woman from one of the glass boxes above. She looks intently at me from her high vantage, a slight smile creeping across her face. The receptionist didn't say anything else just pointed towards a flight of stairs. We followed her hand and ventured upwards, "Hello, I am Mrs Wrinklethought" the woman stated advancing on me with her hand protruding for a handshake, "You must be Alex" I nod and shake her hand. "Ian and Cale" I indicate to the two behind me. She nods and leads me into her glass cubicle. It's partitioned into two rooms. The first was a waiting room of sterile white and silver, the second was obscured by translucent glass door. "Ian and Cale, you can wait in here this shan't take to long" She says with a smile. She couldn't be further from the image I had of her. Mrs Winklethought was a middle aged woman dressed in a sharp suit, her auburn hair tied back in a tight bun and a pair of rimless spectacles balanced upon her nose. She appears educated and intelligent her voice calm but powerfully informed. She points to what is presumably her office. The door slides aside as I approach and before me is a vary sparse room. She invites me to take a seat before her small black desk, I do and she settles down opposite me. "So Alex, you've started seeing things" She states clearly her fingers arching before her. "How do you know" I ask bemused. "The future is my vision!" She declares quoting the statement on the business card I was given. She smiles gently "that and your stepmother rang me before you arrived. Anyway to business" She places her hands flat against the desk, "I bet your wondering what I am all about, well I'll tell you. I am... like you, a precog. I see the future. I was given the gift twenty years ago and since then I have set up this business. My guise is a market research company however I am a lot more than that. My clients ask me to see their future for them. Investments, business acquisitions, predicting market trends that sort of thing, but I also conduct research into our talents. I received the gift the same way you did. Through illness. I was in fact a similar age to you at the time, however they come to people of all different ages, however the human body seems more resilient to the initial affects of infection at a younger age" "Wait what? They?" I ask. Her face softens a little. "Ah yes, sorry I get ahead of myself. We are both infected with microscopic organisms I like to call the Gifters. Where they are from exactly I don't know yet, but I can tell you they are not from Earth" "They're aliens" "Technically yes. I know this is a lot to take in!" She states. She can obviously tell I'm becoming very sceptical all of a sudden. "However they have been here on Earth for millennia, taking new hosts every now and then" Her hands are now moving about randomly as she swivels on her office chair, "they're selection is at random, the process usually kills the subject however occasionally one survives" Mrs Winklethought points at herself and I. "They survive by feeding on our emotions and in return they allow us to SEE" Her eyes light up, "they don't exist in the same manner humans do. They live between dimensions but still within us. Strange isn't it, but fascinating. This is still just a theory but I'm fairly certain. It's very hard to gather accurate information, it takes time" I take a moment to digest all this information. I shift awkwardly in my seat and suck my teeth. "So these Aliens... these Gifters, they feed off our emotions?" "Yes, you'll find as time goes by your control on your emotions may become... weaker, but its not dangerous and your a few years off till you need to worry, your still in phase one" "Phase one?" "There are stages of the infection. I personally believe there are five. I am currently in Phase 4. I have a heightened control of my abilities as well as other... talents have begun to manifest. Before you ask these different talents are particular to each host. My interviews with others like us certainly seems to confirm this" "How many others are there?" Mrs Wrinklethought leans back in her chair and appears to mentally count, "currently in Britain there are twelve but now your with us that makes it thirteen. I know this is very strange and your thinking I'm a complete lunatic" She laughs manically. I nod slowly with a grin. It's interesting talking with other precogs, "You currently have no control over your abilities but with time you will gain more control, especially if you practice" "Practice?" "Yes, I can't tell you how, that is again particular to each host. In the coming months you will see more and will develop better control of the sight" She stops and looks at me expectantly but I dont know what to do. She has very strange eyes they seem to change colour before me like something is moving behind them. "Take some time and think over everything" She pauses once more. "Now you want to go. Your friends are concerned. I'm always here. Please dont be to sceptical" She reached into her pocket and produced another card and handed it to me. I accept it and stand up to leave the office she does the same and offers me her hand to shake. As we grip each other Mrs Wrinklethought seems to go blank. Her eyes flicker oddly for a second then her expression returns to how it was, "interesting" She states half to herself. "What, what did you see?" I ask concerned. "Ah, your learning" She grins happily, "in time I will tell you right now you must go, your friends need you" She sits back down again and begins to hum to herself. The woman is clearly crazy but is there something to what she says. As I am about to leave her office she swivels in her chair to face me once more. "Oh and say hello to your friend Carol when you see her" She states quite absently. "You, you know Carol?" I ask shocked at the mention of her name. "Not at all, Goodbye Alex, please stay in touch" She waves me out of the room. Complete loon I decide. Ian and Cale both look up at me expectantly. "So how did it go?" Cale asks with a slight hint of mockery in his tone. "I'd rather not talk about it just yet, I need to think" "A drink then?" Cale asks. I check my phone for the time. It's not even midday. "Sure why not" Cale nods. He isn't a drinker as such but I think he knows when a strong drink is needed, "But somewhere quiet I need to think" Cale nods and leads the way out of the peculiar office. I take a quick moment to study the card Mrs Wrinklethought had given me in her office. PMI Predictive Marketing and Investments. CEO Mrs Wrinklethought Flat 5 Paradox Palace. York. A part of Inscope Incorporated. Inscope? Who the hell are they I wonder. I pocket the card once more. As we take the stairs down once more Ian takes my hand gently. I squeeze it grateful for the fact he's here with me. I glance back up at the glass compartment we had just left. There at its door the silhouette of Mrs Wrinklethought is stood looking down on us. She gives a slight wave. I don't respond. Seconds later we're back on the streets of York. "Cale, what do you know about this building?" I ask remembering his simple comment after reading the first card I had gotten. "The guy who developed it is a bit of a nut. He seems to enjoy irony, he named the place Paradox Palace to denote the interior. It's essentially and office space, but each office is called a Flat. His thoughts were most people spend more time living in their offices than their homes... its all a load of bollocks really, the guy just thought he was clever. My mum went to the council meeting regarding his intentions. A lot of people opposed it but somehow it got approved. It ain't cheap either. That Wrinklebottom must be making a small fortune to keep one of them offices!" Cale informs as we walk along the waterfront and back onto the main streets of York. "Wrinklethought" I correct. Curiouser and curiouser, she must be making a fortune. Even in the open air of this very prim city Ian refuses to let go of my hand. Something I find peculiarly uncharacteristic. Ian is more sensitive than I about peoples interpretation of gay couples. The world had come along way in the last seventy years, but there will always be bigotry. Cale leads us into a small low ceilinged bar. There's virtually no-one here and there is a lone barman. He's quite aged with ice white hair. He bears a pointed moustache and threadbare goatey. Ian finally relinquishes his grasp on my hand and Cale orders three pints of cider. I take a seat in a cubical next to a window overlooking the river. What a day and what a weird fucking woman I think to myself. I was in there mere minutes... I think about my childhood a moment as Cale and Ian take their seats Ian handing me my pint. I would have done anything back then to have this power, in fact I probably would have given anything a couple of months ago had I not known what it would mean. I have a responsibility I decide, a responsibility to protect those around me. I can't tell anyone else other than those I care about or else I may end up being carted away for being crazy or taken for testing by some crazed government scientists. "This is fucking crazy" I mutter to myself. Both men in front of me remain quiet. I don't offer anything further in terms of conversation for a few more minutes and they don't ask any questions. Could it be that I am infected with Aliens? If I was what does that mean... but the fucking woman was clearly crazy. "Aliens" I say eventually, "that's what she said. I have parasitic aliens living inside me and they make me see the future" I tell them. Cale's eyebrows raise, Ian fights back a chortle, "Exactly, how crazy is that, its as bad if she told me its fucking fairies telling me the future" I catch in the corner of my eye the bar man roll his eyes and walk off. "Fucking conspiracy theorists" I hear, but then I didn't. I look at Ian and Cale but they hadn't said anything. "Did you hear that?" I ask, both of them shake their heads, I frown. Fucking hell I'm hearing voices now, "I don't know what to think!" I look outside the window again and study the river. Cale's phone bleeps and he checks it and grins. "Carol" he states, "she wants to know when your going to get to Newcastle" "We best head off soon then before she has an aneurysm" I state glad of the distraction. All this weird shit could get a man down, I'm glad I have friends who can take me out of it. "I'm looking forward to meeting this Carol" Ian states. Cale looks at him quizzically, as if he cant believe the statement. "She's a card" is all he says before returning his attention to his pint. I laugh, she is particular type of woman. A formidable mind with a diminutive stature. She definitely suffers the Napoleon complex. We finish our pints and I start to feel better. There's nothing like more alcohol to get rid of the final bites of a hangover. The train station isn't far away. Nothing in York is truly far away, much like Newcastle. It could be considered a luxury in some eyes, the closeness of amenities. A further expense later we're all sat on the train for the hour train ride to Newcastle. I sit in silence as Cale and Ian discuss films and music. I say they discuss Ian is talking about them and Cale occasionally agrees or disagrees. My friend is not a man of many words. I spend the hour staring out of the window trying to make sense of my world that is slowly turning upside down. I send an email to Carol to inform her of our impending arrival and she seems happy. I don't think its physically possible to write yay any more times in her response without her developing RSI. I begin to start feeling tired, assuming its just another side affect of last nights binge I rest my head upon the glass and close my eyes. The animals are all collected about a wide plinth. Upon the plinth rests the black eye. They all watch it waiting. The eye is aware but its angry. It stares at the stars blindly. Occasionally it points at somewhere, but not one of the animals takes notice. They're all arguing amongst each other. Then something shakes them and their world. Suddenly the plinth becomes their epicentre and upon it the black eye stares into an abyss only it can see. Then the sky goes black and cries golden tears. All light fades from the world. The animals are forced to wipe their eyes free of the thick gold rain and they see rising out of the darkness of the storm a roaring lion. It's huge strong jaws grasp the eye and shakes it out of its lament. The Lion drags the Eye off the plinth and into the darkness. Its great white pupil rotating wildly as blood oozes from the beasts teeth wounds. The eye begins to absorb the darkness around it, revealing a path. I'm shook awake as the train comes to a halt. We've just arrived at Newcastle. I barely have time to process that strange... dream or vision? When Ian is virtually dragging me off the train. I stand in the Central Station once more. This was only the second time back to Newcastle after I had my small mental breakdown, my feelings towards the place had changed little. I blamed Newcastle itself just as much as the work, for making me as bad as I was. The city though boasting a lively and extensive range of pursuits rarely delivers. It has a number of art galleries which in my opinion rarely display anything of note. There is an independent cinema which sadly because of competition from the large corporate cinema's is forced to show films that are more mainstream. It has a vibrant retail environment which is a carbon copy of any high street in any city or large town. It's only saving grace is its night life but even that is not as unique or particular as it once was. Each pub, bar or club was now a carbon copy of the one next door and there is very little in terms of variety. Other than my friends Newcastle holds nothing for me. It's a wholly refreshing realisation. I grasp Ian's hand. There is one thing that has to be said about the city, all be it once built on the graft and commitment of "real" men as they would say it the locals mentality towards gay people is next to remarkable. As long as you were British, being gay was nothing to be ashamed, however if you were a "black puff" as they would put it, you were fucked. Some people really need to grow the fuck up I remind myself. We pass through the automated barrier without a hitch and as we emerge into the city proper a giant gleaming bright yellow smartie pulls up in front of us. This eye sore is in fact Carol in her death trap of a car, Tino. She waves at me and the other two as we approach and pops the passenger door open and flicks the seat back from the drivers seat. Tino is tiny car in comparison to others, it was some ridiculous number of years old and was held together with anything. Sticky tape, cable ties, you name it its keep the car together. I hope into the back and Ian joins me, Cale plops into the front. I introduce Carol and Ian as the car lurches forward. "Oh no you don't Tino" Carol declares with a thick Sheffield accent. She smacks the dashboard which does seem to do something other than make the car creak. I get a profound sense we could die in this car, and you don't need to be a precog to have that. We jump forward once more, the engine catches and we zoom off at remarkable speed. "Sorry guys, Tino's being a bit of bastard lately. Ian lovely to meet you by the way" "And you" "So what brings you all this far north?" "You!" I reply indignantly, "You'd hunt me down and have my nuts if I didn't at least say hello" Carol nods grinning. "Good to see you understand!" She takes a corner sharply. Despite all her statements of how good her driving is, I do wonder how she has managed to keep her driving license, "Right plan is, home, drinks, barbecue. When do you need to get back?" "Tomorrow, Ian's got work" I say as he nods. "Ah nursing yes, well that's fine I'll drop you off at the train station tomorrow!" She swerves just missing a cyclist, she quickly winds down the window and screams, "IDIOT!" she sticks her head back in just in time to avoid an oncoming bus. I'm now clutching the framework of the car like my life depended on it. It probably did. A small handful of close encounters with our makers later we arrive at Carol's house. I'm proud to say I only sweated a little. Ian however looks like he has seen a ghost and Cale seems perfectly calm. Inside Carol's home she immediately chucks a pack of allergy tablets at me. I take one quickly. For some reason out of all the creatures on gods earth I seem to only be allergic to Izzy, Carols cat. No other feline has the affect she has on me, basically stinging eyes, tight chest etc. the sensation of wanting to rip my skin off. Sadly Carol is one of them cat ladies, you know the type that treat their pets like babies. Izzy is the only cat I know to have a pet plan that includes a 24/7 ambulance service. I once mused with Carols old flat mate what would we do if the end of the world came and we had choose between the cat or Carol. We both chose the cat, as we probably couldn't cope with Carol minus Izzy. Without question Carol handed out cans of cider to Cale and Ian and then offered me a glass of wine. "Pinot Girgio ok?" She asks "Of course" When I lived in Newcastle there were many occasions where Carol and I would conduct quality assessment evenings. A wine binge basically, the one or two intended glasses would rapidly turn into gallons and before we knew it we wouldn't be able to stand. The hangovers we would suffer after such evenings were legendary and became known as Pinot Head. Carol urged us all to sit as she accosted the cat with affection. "Have you said hello Izzy? It's your friends Alex and Cale" She of course knows the term friend is a loose one between Izzy and I, not only am I allergic to her there was an incident. A couple of years ago Carol went on holiday to Spain. Not wanting to put Izzy in a cattery I offered my services as a cat sitter and on the eve of her departure Carol brought Izzy over to my flat. At this time I didn't know I was allergic to her. However at the time I had a beloved pet goldfish I had had for years. Half way through Carol's journey Izzy somehow managed to get into my locked bedroom mountaineer up the shelving unit prize the lid of the tank off and catch my blessed fish. I caught her mid chew and went slightly crazy. She immediately dropped the fish and darted off to hide from my rage. As I was about to flush the presumably deceased fish I noticed his gills were still moving. I darted back to the bedroom and popped him back into the tank. He lived for another two years minus half a fin. However I had never truly forgiven Izzy for it despite being well aware it was just her natural instinct. But the cats fucking scared of butterflies so in my mind she's clearly just as mental as her owner. "SO, barbecue I think" Carol declares as she heads outside to get it started. Carol for some reason has an obsession with barbecuing. I've never quite figured it out but then it was just one of the many strange and wonderful things that creates the rich tapestry that is Carol. We drink and catch up. It had been a year since I had last seen her. She tells me with great joy that she had finally been accepted into university to study nursing. Instantly Ian and Carol begin geeking out over the course. I rapidly grow bored and start examining the new photographs and artwork Carol has acquired. I smile when I see she still has one of my old drawings I gave her one birthday when I couldn't afford a proper present. It has pride of place in the centre of her "art wall" as she calls it. Cale has turned on the TV is quickly engrossed by some documentary on how to build a Nuclear Submarine Carol had Sky plussed. Half an hour flows by and Carol asks me to help her with the cooking. I retrieve the veritable feast she had prepared for us from the fridge. There is everything you can possibly imagine, sausages that would make an elephant jealous, steaks marinating in Hendersons Relish, Balsamic Vinegar, basil leaves and fennel seeds. Haloumi cheese and red onion skewers and all sorts of strange meats she's found who knows which butchers. "Oh my god what is that!" Ian declares when a rather profound sausage was presented to him. "You probably don't want to know" I state with a shy smile, "But I'll make up for it later" "You think you can" Cale announces as he tucks into the sausage he's been given I find I can't say anything other than give him a disappointed look. Cale has a talent to reduce any topic to the most debased. "Boys, boys. The meat I get makes everyone jealous so put the handbags away" Carol declares from the garden. She brandishes a sausage that makes us all blush. "You boys!" I produce more cans of cider and hand them out. I then pour myself another glass of wine, "So Carol is there any news to report?" I ask joining her outside for a cigarette. Ian and Cale are happily watching TV now. "Well Booker Bitch has broken up with Brian, so all the girls are after him now, and I might be able to get some time off so everyone wins. Except for Booker Bitch of course, but the pouty slag deserves it" "So you two still aren't getting on?" Carol just looks at me as she flips a sizzling burger. "Other than that there's nothing to report other than what I sent in my monthly newsletter" since I went off on the sick at work and finally leaving employment Carol regularly sends me a brief email detailing the events and gossip of the pub and my friends. Carol giggles a little, "Except that we're still waiting on our auditor so everyone at work is going a little crazy in preperation for that! Right who wants a burger she asks picking up a bun and plonking a cooked burger onto it. Cale appears as if by magic at the door with an outstretched hand. Carol hands him the bugger he thanks her and returns to his TV watching. She hands me one and I take it to Ian. "I'm a vegetarian now Carol" I say returning to the barbecue. "Your not, fuck..." She looks at the mountain of meat currently cooking away, "I didn't think, I mean I don't have anything other than the skewers I'll have to pop out..." She looks panicky and begins patting herself down for her car keys, "Can you watch the food I won't be long" She mutters. "I'm joking Carol! I'm not really a vegetarian!" "Oh you little shit. Right then, no burgers for you!" she declares grinning. We continue to chat, eat and drink late into the night. Both Ian and Cale join us eventually and we break out a pack of cards and bet with coppers. I win a few rounds, Cale wins one and as usual Carol looses every time. I'm quite surprised at Ian who after an hour of playing he starts winning virtually every round. That's my boy, the little card shark. We laugh and joke until about midnight when Carol declares yawning she needs to go to bed, and she leaves the three of us outside. I'm sat close to Ian and we're holding each others hands. "Time for bed to I think" I declare mocking a yawn and Ian agrees. Cale looks a bit dejected but I cant think of what to do, "Actually where are you going sleep?" I ask him. Cale shrugs, Carol only has one guest room. "Sofa I guess" He says. "OK right well we best find you a duvet or blanket or something" I lead the way back in the house, being that I know the place like the back of my hand. We creep upstairs and into the little guest room. It's a box room, one wall lined with cupboards. I assume that in there there must be a duvet or something. I swing the cupboard open and low and behold a spare duvet is packed tightly into a plastic bag. I chuck it to Cale who scurries off downstairs leaving Ian and I alone. He shuts the door. "Finally" I say with a grin, "now I have you all to myself!" I lunge at him knocking him down on the bed. We both suppress giggles as we kick off our shoes. I begin tugging at his T-Shirt eventually he gets the idea and peals it off. I stop my kissing assault for a second to look at him lying upon the bed half naked and smiling. I look into his sparkling eyes and I realise I'm totally besotted. "What?" He asks gently. Stroking my face with his big strong hand. "Nothing" I smile back and lean back in for another kiss. That night we have gentle quiet sex and we fall into a deep content sleep. The next morning we awake to screaming. I instantly leap out of bed and pull my little boxers and dart into Carol's room. Panting with shock I find her stood bellowing at Izzy and pointing angrily at what I first think is a small log on the floor. "WHAT THE BLOODY HELL IS THAT?" She asks the cat who is currently cleaning her face. Carol turns to me still pointing at the log. "Have you seen the size of this crap!" "Has that come out of Izzy?" I ask disbelieving that something that small could produce something so big. "Yes the dirty little bitch didn't even get to the litter box! I'm sure she does this on purpose. "She looks concerned" I jest nodding towards the cat now thoroughly grooming herself. Ian appears behind me wrapped in the duvet all sleepy eyed. "Everything all right?" He asks as he tries to wipe his face without dropping the duvet. "Yep. Just a crap crisis" I get a growl from Carol as she walks into her en-suite to get some tissue to clean the poo up. I return to the guest room and pull my trousers on and head downstairs to put the kettle on. Cale is completely comatose on the sofa. Ian joins me and helps make three cups of tea. "I need a shower" I whisper. "Same, we'll have these then we'll have to get sorted, I want to get back before its to late I need to get ready for work tomorrow" "Sure" I respond as we return upstairs carrying a tea for Carol. The guest room has its own en-suite with a shower and I turn it on to heat up. Before long the little room is filled with hot steam and I pull my trousers and underwear off and climb in. I love the feeling of the hot water pouring over my body. Moments later Ian joins me. We've never shared a shower before and its amazingly intimate. He begins to slowly lather up my back and bum. Spending his time rubbing my little firm globes. He lifts my arms and begins to rub the shower gel down my sides and in my armpits. I shudder at his gentle caress. I turn and kiss him, the hot water falling across our naked bodies as we press together. I can feel him grow hard against my leg and breaking the kiss I slip down onto my knees and take his hardening member in my mouth, gently sucking on his head as the water rushes across my face pressing my hair against my eyes. Ian wipes the hair away from my face and holds my head as I bob up and down on his cock. My other hand slipping up the inside of his leg, a questing finger probing against his tight arse hole. To date I've never fucked Ian. It's never been discussed and I enjoy him inside me so much I've never had the inclination. However in this instance I find my self curious to see what his reaction would be. My forefinger probes questionably but he doesn't fight it and it quickly slips inside I feel his muscles clenching against the intruder. I wait till he relaxes a little more before probe deeper. I feel him clench and tighten as my finger delves deeper hunting for his prostate. I know I've found it when I hear him groan and a shudder ripples through his body as I continue to suck on his length. I taste his precum as my finger continues to tease his prostrate. "Oh god yeah" He murmurs. Emboldened I insert a second finger and he begins to thrust into my mouth with wanton lust. My other hand slides up his slippery torso and I feel the muscle lines of his abs. I love the feel of his body, its smooth and warm and when wet it was amazing. I continue to finger fuck him as he thrusts his cock into my mouth. I keep sucking on it as I look up into his beautiful eyes, he smiles between pants. I tweak one of his nipples and he grunts thrusting deeper into me nearly choking me. "Stand up" He mutters and reluctantly I do as I'm instructed. He presses me against the cold tile walls and pulls my hips out a little to expose my ass and with wet fingers he penetrates me. With a couple of thrusts he has me begging for him to fuck me again. My own cock now rock hard and oozing precum. He lines his cock up with me and plunges in. Then he reaches round gripping my throbbing member and starts pumping into me my face pressed against wall tiles, their coolness a sharp contrast to the hot water. As Ian fucked me he gnawed at my neck and wanked me off at the same time. I suddenly notice how ambidextrous he is. His other hand starts to rub my chest and tweaking my nipple I groan. I'm now producing copious amounts of precum as his dick pounds into me. God I love this. I cant stop thinking about the coming orgasm and I want it so badly but also want this fucking to continue. I start pushing against him as his dick head starts pressing against my prostate. He pulls my hips closer to him, giving me more room, but he gently pushes me down, bending at the waist. He continues to pound into me with great force. He spanks my ass as he rides me like a maniac. "Fuck me Ian, fuck me hard" I groan and he responds with more pounding. Suddenly without warning I orgasm, it starts in my knees running up my thighs into my groan nearly forcing me to fall over but Ian's grip on me is steadfast. I feel my arse clench around his dick and I feel it throb ready to deliver its load. With a couple more thrusts I feel the hot jets of semen filling my anus. He continues to fuck the cum into me. After a while our orgasms abate and I return to my standing position. I turn and kiss Ian deeply holding each other close. I break the kiss and look at him the same way I looked at him the night before. "I..." I mutter, I know what I want to say but I'm surprised by myself, "I love you" Ian smiles and hugs me once more the hot water still cascading off us. "I love you to" He whispers and kisses me again. There comes a knock on the door. "Guy's how long you going to be" I hear Cale calling through the en-suite door. "Not long" I reply. I fight off a giggle. Ian smirks and he hops out the shower and wraps a towel around his waist. I turn off the shower and grab another towel and begin to dry myself off. Ian opens the door to the en-suite and is greeted by the grinning image of Cale. "Hi" He says cheekily. "Have fun?" "Plenty thanks" Ian says patting Cale on the shoulder, and pushes past him to get dressed. I realise Cale is staring at me in my tower. "What?" I ask. "Nothin' just wondering when your going to get out so I can have a crap" "Oh great! Thanks for sharing! I mutter as I walk out of the small en-suite. I wonder why Cale has come to the guest room to use the toilet when I hear the unmistakable sounds of Carol singing presumably in her shower. That's why. Cale is obviously doing more than just going to the toilet as he's quite sometime. So long in fact that both Ian and I are in the kitchen having a third cup of tea when he comes back shortly followed by Carol. "I suppose your wanting to get off pretty sharpish" She says as she checks for the mail. I can drop you off at the train station in about thirty minutes after I've fed the cat and cleaned up a bit. "That would be great. Thank you" Ian says between sips. "Alex, I like this one he's polite" Carol announces as she opens her mail and frowns at the bills. "This one?" Ian asks mocking hurt. "Oh I've met many a potential Mr Moon, but non have been as polite as you. You can stay. Speaking of which is there anyway I can convince you stay longer Alex. I'm sure there's plenty of people wanting to catch up" Carol retorts. "I'm afraid not, there's far to much to do back home" I respond. "Shame, well you'll just have to visit more often! Otherwise I'll come and get you" She declares, "Now out the way I have to get this cat fed" She gently pushes past me access a kitchen cupboard. It's a large cupboard probably one of the largest in the place and its filled to the brim with cat food. "So boys am I going to have to clean the bathroom and change the sheets?" She asks nonchalantly as she picks a pouch of cat food seemingly at random. "Nope we left it exactly how we found it" I state proudly "I didn't" Cale offers, chuckling to himself. I groan inwardly. After serving Izzy a bowl full of the seemingly delightful Tuna and Chicken in real jelly Carol stands back to watch, whilst also making it seem like she isn't watching, "If you make it obvious your watching her eat she'll stop, so you have to be discreet" She whispers as if the cat understands. I roll my eyes in a joking manner before sipping my tea. Seeing Carol has been great, its distracted me from the madness that seems to have abducted my life. Sure enough some moments later we're all piling into the death trap Tino. Ian and Cale in the back and I in the front. Carol starts asking Ian some questions as she weaves through traffic. They chat a while as we come off the dual carriageway and Carol begins to navigate Newcastle's ridiculous road system. "So alsong as your not adverse to digital penetration, and having working some more stubborn stools out with your fingers your going to be fine" Ian states quite nonchalantly. "Really!" I begin, "is poo the topic of another conversation. Oh fuck" my head is splitting. A throbbing pain sears through my brain, "Oh my god it hurts" Carol takes her eyes off the road for a split second. "Alex?" "Alex is it happening again?" Ian asks reaching round the passenger seat and placing a hand on my shoulder. "Yes" I whimper, "Oh fuck..." "Ian whats going on" "He's seeing again" Ian informed, "Alex what do you see" "What?" Carol has had to look back at the road, we're coming close to Central Station. "STOP!" I cry. What I've just learned is horrifying. "I can't stop!" Carol declares confused and concerned, "I'm in traffic! Alex what's going on!" It dawns on Cale, Ian and myself that somehow despite everything we've managed not to tell Carol of my new talent. The flow of traffic is steady contrary to the usual madness of driving through the city. "We're next" "What?" Ian asks his hand clutching mine now the worst part of the pain is over. "We're next. Newcastle is next. Newcastle is going to be bombed!" I say as the images line up, "Along with loads of other places, I don't recognise most but Newcastle Airport and I think Manchester's are going to be bombed, and the train stations. Central Station and... Piccadilly in Manchester. They're going to be bombed!" I'm fixed to my seat with panic staring blankly. A little bead of sweat is working its way down my brow. In my chest my heart is pounding like a drum. More images of destruction and explosions flash before my eyes. "Someone please tell me what the fuck is going on!" Carol declares punching the wheel. "Alex is a precog now, he can see the future" Cale states quite flippantly. "WHAT?" Carol declares. "Alex, when is this going to happen?" Ian asks me calmly, ignoring the others. He is checking my pulse. His fingers pressing into my neck feel as if he's pressing on me through a mattress, "he's in shock. His pulse is crazy" he says to the other two, he then gently shakes me. Carol is following the through road round and we're facing the train station. "Alex, when is this going to happen?" The tension in the car was intense. You could cut it with a knife. Carol keeps taking quick glimpses at me disbelief, shock, fear riddling her expression. Cale seems almost not interested however there is a hint of fear hidden in his eyes. I am tense, trying to comprehend the things I'm seeing, these images that exist within what I am actually seeing. It's the strangest experience in the world. "Alex... please when is this going to happen?" Ian asks me again... I pause as I try to figure it out. "Oh fuck" "Alex?" "Now! Its going to happen..." The explosion was enormous. It erupted from beneath the road. The ground shook violently. Tiles and bricks fell from the surrounding buildings. From the massive doors of Central station huge blooms of fire tore through the air sending cars, people and debris hurtling in all directions. Another explosion, larger than the last buckled the tarmac of the road, and huge pillars of smoke and fire ripped through the arching glass roofs of the station. Screams filled the air. We were still approaching the train station. Carol screaming, transfixed with terror, her foot pressed hard upon the accelerator. She admitted to me afterwards she wanted to stop but couldn't. The roadway was a maze of dead bodies, wrecked cars and rubble. The force of both explosions was immense. Ian was screaming also, Cale crying whilst murmuring a prayer to a god he didn't believe in. I was fixed like a statue, witnessing the devastation before me, but then I had already seen it once. Carol is swerving like a lunatic desperately avoiding pedestrians running to safety and other cars trying to get away before anything else happens. As we hurtle passed the train station I take a moment to look at the charred corpses and the odd person still alive but afire. There's another explosion inside as one of the trains blow up, then another explosion. From deep down below us. The tremor sends Carol's car spinning out of control and we spiral across the road. Another vehicle clips the front of Tino sending us ploughing into a bollard. We've stopped. I look around a small trickle of blood creeps across Carol's forehead from where she hit the steering wheel. Ian and Cale seem OK. I look at myself. Amazingly I'm unhurt. I unbuckle my seatbelt, and have to force the door open. Cautiously I clamber out and turn to face what's left of Newcastle's Central Station. There's not a great deal.