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Lives and Trials of Jupiter Chapter-4




I awoke with a shock not knowing where I was. I must have woken up Mark too because he jumped up asking what was wrong. I felt disoriented but then the day before came back to me. "Nothing, I just forgot where I was for moment. Would you mind seeing if John is here, I need to talk to him?" He gives me a funny look then shrugs his shoulders and gets up. The funny thing about being confined to a hospital bed is the fact the time moves very slow. It seemed like forever before Mark came back with John.

"I'm going to go grab some breakfast and a shower I'll be back later today." Mark says, as he gets ready to go. A thought occurs to me how is he getting home, but I brush it off.

"John, I need to ask you something about Lee." I can see the anger rising in him as I mention his name. "When he attacked me, he said having you step in for me was a mistake. What did he mean by that exactly?"

"After practice, the day he hit you the first time, I confronted him. He was standing next to his Dad. I told him if he did not leave you alone he would regret it. The next day he had bruises on his back and a busted lip. I think his Dad did it to him. This is my fault if I had not done that in front of his Dad none of this would have happened."

I murmur under my breath, "Great, another one taking the blame." He doesn't seem to hear me. "It's not your fault; I can't keep my mouth shut. The brain mouth filter just does not seem function in me these days."

"I don't think it ever worked little bro. You have always said what was on your mind, the same as Angela." He is smirking now.

"Yeah, well next time put duck tape over my mouth will you? So did they say how long I have to be in here? They forget that the patient needs information too sometimes."

"In a day or two. They want to make sure your surgery is not going to have any unforeseen side effects, among other things." The way he says among other things makes me think they are hiding something from me, but I can't be sure. Then he starts asking questions. "So... you and Mark seem to have made up." He gives me a cheeky grin that makes me think he knows more then he should. I just look up at him like a deer in headlights.

"Well, we worked out our issue if that's what you mean."

"I would say you more then worked it out, by the way he was cuddled up with you last night." If it was possible to get any paler then I was at that moment, I did.

"I-I-I was having a bad dream...he came up to comfort me."

"Yeah right. I've seen the way you look at him. I don't care how good a friend you are. No guy would stay glued to another guy's side for 2 days, especially while they're fighting, unless there was more to it." He sees my panic stricken look and adds. "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone but you might want to keep him out of your bed tonight, Dad saw you last night, and you don't want his mom seeing you." I relax a little. I looked into his dark hazel eyes all I can see is love.

"So you're not mad at me, or disgusted by me? Because you know I may be different?" He runs his hand though his dark brown spiky hair, and his face melts into the most compassionate look I have ever seen.

"I could never be mad at you or disgusted by you for something like that. You're my brother; even if we aren't bonded by blood, I could never love you any less." Then he gets a sparkle in his eyes. "Besides that's more girls for me." He says as he starts laughing. I want to cry but not from sadness. Knowing that no matter what, I would still have John made it a little bit easier to deal with.

"Thanks, John"

"You know the rest of the family would most likely be OK with it too. Angela would probably drag you off to the mall every day thinking she has a new girlfriend to shop with." He rolls his eyes as I do. My wonderful sister loves to shop. "The twins could care less as long as you play with them. Dad would probably think of it like you decided to tell him you liked mint flavored ice cream instead of chocolate. You know how he is with all the Human Rights stuff. Hell, he would probably use you as a poster child for his groups so he could brag that he had a gay son." At that I start laughing but then get serious again.

"I know, but I can't tell them yet. I can't explain it. I just can't. Although I think Angela knows anyway. Sometimes I think she lives in my head as much as the mall."

"You know Dad absolutely adores Mark. So you won't have a problem with that either. If that's what's holding you back. None of us have an issue with Mark."

"What do you mean Dad adores him?" My eyes narrow.

"Well they have been spending a lot of time together here at the hospital since your attack. They talk all the time. You know Mark is a real Tech Geek under all that jock layering. The fact that Dad thinks that Mark saved your life doesn't hurt either. Dad's offering him a summer internship with the computer branch of the company."

At that my jaw drops, dad has never offered an internship to any of our friends. He's too concerned with maintaining a cover most of the time. I change the subject. "Do you think they would let me get up and move around now that I'm awake and alert?" His face clouds over; he's defiantly hiding something. "What aren't you telling me?" It was a question and a demand in one and he knew it too.

"I'm not supposed to tell you because we don't want you to worry."

That's bull and you know you it."

"Well, we don't want you to leave your room. They still have not found Lee. His dad's hand gun is missing. We have a few guards posted outside your room." I don't like where this is going.

"What type of guards?"

He drops his face and lowers his voice "Erebus-Nyx." That one word was like a bomb exploding. The Erebus Guards are dad's elite personal paramilitary. They usually worked on contracts with governments and are hired as private security for corporations and the parties for the extremely rich. They are not body guards. The fact that they were posted here meant two things; one, Dad was worried, very worried, and two, he was not concerned with keeping a low profile either.

"What! He brought them into the hospital? What are people going to think when members of a private elite army are guarding me? What have you told Mark about this? He can't possibly think that someone that is just a V.P. would have access to them. No one will believe that. Dad is going to give us all away, and then we'll never be able to live in peace."

The true identity of the sole owner of The Olympia Corporation and all its off shoots and subsidiary's has been a secret from the rest of the world for the better part of 20 years. If this got out, we would be hounded relentlessly not to mention the fact we would need to have a guard around us 24/7 to keep us from getting hurt or kidnapped. Our life as we know it would be over. My panic was rising fast. Now I know why they did not want me to know. I could care less about Lee. I was worried about exposure. Out of all of us, I am the most concerned with privacy; the rest don't care as much.

"Calm down Alex. They're dressed in suits and this section of the hospital has been closed off, as far as Mark goes well, we will deal with him when we need to; but I think if you two are going to be dating then he will probably be told the truth anyway. It's way too hard to hide all the people that come in and out of our house to meet with dad." I start to calm down. Dad would never be so careless I should have figured he would have the wing shut down or something. He probably bought the hospital a new wing or the whole hospital to make it happen.

"Mark and I are not going to be dating exactly, well, not for awhile. He wants time to figure stuff out. I don't really know what we are right now. This is all new to me. Until he came along I never really gave it much thought. I messed around with other guys but I thought it was just experimenting, but it's different with him. I wouldn't care if we ever did anything just as long as he's with or near me and I could hold him."

"Wow, you got it bad!" He says while shaking his head. "I hope you don't get hurt."

"I'll deal with it if I do."

"I know you will. I have to run; I'll stop by tonight for a bit if you want." He gets up, kisses the top of my head, and walks out.

By this time it's late in the afternoon, I wonder if they're planning on feeding me here. I press the call button and the nurse comes. She asks what she can do for me. Two things cross my mind one is food; the other is a shower.

"Well, I was wondering about lunch, and is there any way for me to get a shower? I feel gross, and I smell bad!"

"I'll see what I can do about the food. The doctor still has you on a restricted diet, mostly liquid. I will ask him about it though. As far as the shower that would require you to go to a shower room or have one in your room, and I have been told you're not to leave the room." Her gaze darts to the door and the guards on the other side. Not what I had in mind for either request.

"So how am I supposed to get clean then?"

"Well, I could arrange a sponge bath for you." Her smile creeps me out. I hope she is not the one that would do it.

"If I could get to a shower room or get my room moved. Could I have a shower by myself then?"

"No, not by yourself, you would have to have someone help you." She smiles at me again, talk about creepy.

"Then that's fine I'll get to a shower and my friend will help me." My tone is such that it leave no room for debate.

I hear her say what sounds like "spoiled brat" under her breath on the way out. I would like to see her confined to her room without food or the ability to shower and see how she likes it. Sometime later a food tray comes. It looks like mush and smells like something died in it. The doctor comes in after it.
"I hear you want to be able to go take a shower. The problem is your father specifically said you are not to leave your room for your own protection. As for your food restriction, I'm going to lift that but I want you to go easy"

"I'll deal with my Dad, I want a shower and I don't want Nurse Creeptacular or some other stranger fondling me and getting off while trying to give me a sponge bath. So which way to the showers." I see Mark come in at that point. The doctor looks like he is going to argue but decides against it.

"IF your dad asks, I did not tell you that they're down the hall next to the bathrooms. If he comes after me for it, I'll tell him I knew nothing about it. Your father is not someone I want to cross; I hope I don't regret this." He says with an uncertain and very nervous look.

"Don't worry I'll take care of it." He leaves and it's just Mark and me.

"What's for lunch, it looks....appetizing." Mark says with a wrinkled nose.

"Very funny I think the prison warden is trying to kill me with the food." I say as I shove it away from me with a disgusted grimace.

"It can't be that bad." He says with an apologetic look.

"Fine, you eat this shit, and I'll have whatever you brought."

He grins, "Funny you should say that, because I figured the food here was bad. So I brought more then I could eat." He starts taking out his food; I quickly catch up to what he is getting at.

"You're the best boyfriend a guy could ever ask for!" He looks up at that with a shocked look.

"What did you just say?"

"I said you're the best friend a guy could ever ask for." At least that's what I think I said.

"No, you called me your boyfriend." His look is a cross between fear and happiness.

"Did I? Well if that bothers you then, I take it back. Must have been a slip of the tongue." Or wishful thinking, I think to myself.

"It's not that it bothers me, it's just that it caught me by surprise that's all." We let it drop after that. The topic of us is a tense subject.

"So what did you bring me?"

"Rosemary crusted roasted chicken breasts with dressing and white gravy, corn in a maple sauce, and candied sweet potatoes with little melted marshmellows on them." My mouth drops and starts watering.

"You are a life saver!" He moves my tray off of the rolling table and sets everything up. We eat and talk about meaningless things. Once we're done he cleans up. Then without any prompting or asking if it's OK he gets in bed with me. I love it!

"John said we have to be more careful about this at night; we were seen last night." He stiffens but does not pull away from me.

"What did John say about it, what does he think?"

"John knows; he figured it out." I brace myself for the lashing I'm going to get. When it does not come I go on. "He's totally fine with it and with me, with us. It was beyond cool." He sits up and looks down at me for a while. He has a really intense look on his face. Then he leans down and stops inches above my face. I ask "Are you sure?" He does not respond but closes the rest of the distance between our lips. The first kiss has hesitation then all inhibitions melt away; our tongues duel each other. I can feel my heart rate climbing and hear the monitors going wild. It feels like the full force of the universe is channeled into that kiss, and the world stops having meaning. In that instant, I know I will never want anyone else. He literally takes my breath away and leaves me gasping. He pulls away with a huge grin on his face. I look up at him; I feel like I'm glowing. "Wow" is the only thing I can say.

"Wow is right. If I knew kissing you could be like that I wouldn't have waited so long!" Then he gets a sad look on his face. "Now what do I do. I can't pretend I'm not what I am anymore."

"Well for starters how about we get me a shower. Then we can worry about the rest of the world."

"Just one small problem, well a few small problems. You have tubes hanging out of you. You don't have anything clean to put on; we have no towels or other shower things, and last but not least there are four really big guards outside your room."

"The first is easy to fix I'll just have the nurse remove the IV and catheter. As for the something clean to wear, I'm sure there is a rack of hospital gowns around here somewhere that you can grab one from and the shower stuff, well, you will just have to run across the street and buy them; my wallet is in that bag over there. Now the guards, well, if I just walk past them what are they going to do force me to stay? They would not dare lay a finger on me if they value their jobs."

"Now, get my wallet and take the Amex and Visa out and go get all the stuff I need." He shakes his head but goes to get my wallet out for me. He opens it up and takes the cards out they're both black cards. He looks up at me with wide eyes. I ignore the look; I get it all the time. "If the store does not take Amex use the Visa instead." After he leaves I call the nurse and ask for the IV and catheter to be taken out.

"The IV has to stay in, but if you want the painkillers taken out I can do that. I will have to leave the saline in though, and the doctor said you don't need the catheter after you are able to walk." She has me get up and try to move around. After I sit back down she agrees to take it out also. She gives me a mobile IV stand and a drip IV line taking away the infuser. By the time she is done Mark is back.

"Did you get everything?"

"Yeah, they didn't have towels but I found a rack with some on it so I grabbed a few along with a gown."
"Well then, let's get going." We get to the door and the guards step in the way.

"Get out of the way unless you're planning to physically stop me. If that's the case I hope you have a good savings, because I promise you will never find a job besides minimum wage again." I hate acting like a spoiled rich kid but sometimes it's the only way to get things done. "You are more than welcome to come with me and stand guard over the showers, but I am going to get cleaned up and there is nothing that you or my father can do to stop me." They all just stand there and stare at me but no one makes a move to stop me. We get to the shower room door and one of the guards goes into check it out. He comes back and says that it's OK to go in.

We go into the shower room, and Mark helps me undress then he takes off his clothes. For a minute, we just stand there looking at each other. Without saying a word he guides me to the shower, turns it on, and waits for the water to warm up. He moves me under the spray, and bends my head down getting my hair wet. He washes my hair and stands me up; he takes my bandages off and slowly washes my stitches, there is a slight sting as he does but it's not too bad. After he's done with that he starts washing the rest of me. He starts with my face, once again being super gentle. He then works his way down to my neck and shoulders. He washes my chest slowly working over my pecs barely brushing over my nipples; I quiver from the feeling. The feeling from his hands moving across my skin is amazing. Everywhere he touches feels like it's bursting into flames. By this point my cock is hard as a rock. I feel my dick throbbing as the blood races through it. I close my eyes and give myself over to the feeling.

His fingertips glide over every inch of skin on my chest before he moves down to my stomach. I stifle a moan that threatens to escape my lips. As he moves lower I think he's going to wash my cock as well. My hard cock pulses with anticipation and starts leaking pre-cum. I can feel his cock as it brushes against my arm, it's rock hard and dripping just like mine. I don't want him to stop. Just when I think he's moving down again he lifts his hand and turns me around I feel his lips on my neck. As he kisses me, he starts to wash my back again gliding over my skin. I feel like I'm burning. I can't help it this time I moan in passion. His hand moves done to my ass and kneads the checks before slipping a well soaped finger in the crack and across my rose bud. I'm not sure how much more I can take. I'm moaning openly now and can feel my body shaking in the heat of the burn.

He moves to my legs avoiding the one place I so want him touch, the one place where it seems my whole being is centered around. He washes my legs and I can feel him lift my foot. I lean on his shoulder as he washes each one. Before moving his hand back to my stomach he washes all around my crouch including my balls but never once touches my dick. He stands and moves back behind me. His hand moves back up to my body and rests on my pubic bone slowly making circles, he kisses my neck again and I feel his breath on my ear "Do you want me to..." It's not even a question it's more of a tease.

My breath catches I can feel myself going over the edge. His dick is resting in cleft of my cheeks. He asks again "Do you want it?" I moan and gasp "Yes!" His hand makes contact, one stroke is all it takes for me to erupt covering the shower wall. My legs give out, and I see bright lights flashing behind my eye lids as my body convulses over and over. I can feel myself shoot so hard my balls hurt. As I come down from my sexual high. This entire time, Mark is lightly kissing the skin along my neck and collar bone. When I finally find the strength to stand again, he lets go of me. I can see he has not gotten off but he does not say anything. He rinses us off then turns off the water. He dries us both, paying close attention to the stitches. When he is satisfied that I am completely dry, he pulls out some ointment and bandages and redresses my wound. Then he gets dressed and helps me put back on a gown still without saying a word. He picks everything up and takes me back to my room. I try to talk but he puts his finger over my lips followed by a warm sweet loving kiss.

"Not today, just enjoy it." Then he kisses me again and puts his head on my shoulder. We stay like that `til we are interrupted by a knock on the door.