Date: Mon, 15 Apr 2002 14:49:11 -0700 (PDT)
From: rimpigfl <rimpigfl@yahoo.com>
Subject: MOST LIKELY TO SUCCEED 1

This is a fictional story. Perhaps somewhere, sometime it actually
happened. But I have no idea that it did. The story is about two young
males who love each other. If that offends you, then I feel really, really
sorry for you. And I guess that fact that the two males are related will
just drive you 'round the bend'. What a shame!

For the rest of you, sit back and enjoy. For those who know my writings,
you know what to expect from me on this subject. For those of you who've
never read me before (write me and I'll give you a listing of all my
stories) you have no idea what to expect. That's the most fun of all!

MOST LIKELY TO SUCCEED
Part 1
by RimPig (c) 2002

PROLOGUE

The day I turned 15 years old was probably one of the worst days in my
life. I was suddenly hit by two blinding revelations. The first was that I
was very attracted to other males. It finally dawned on me that my
masturbation fantasies had always been about guys. Never about girls. I
thought at one time there would come a time that this would change. But
apparently it wasn't going to because of the second blinding revelation
that I had. I'm was in love. Totally, completely, head- over-heals in love
- with another boy.

Now, for a boy to have the first revelation is bad enough. You know what
kind of hell you're going to go through if anybody ever finds out this
horrible 'secret' about you. You can almost hear the taunts of "queer" and
"sissy" and "fag" in your head like the score to a movie - which happens to
be your life.

But when you also find out that you're in love, and worse, who you happen
to be in love with...well, you start to consider several possibilities like
running away or maybe even suicide.  Luckily, to me at least, neither of
these possibilities looked very promising or attractive.

You see, I was not in love with just any boy. No! I'm was in love with the
'heart throb' of the entire female class at Union High School. He was not
only the hottest male on the campus, the most talented athlete with two,
count them - two State Championships in Football with him as quarterback,
as well as three State Championships in Wrestling, but the guy who would
end up being the Valedictorian with the highest GPA in the history of the
school, all rolled into one male.

I remember standing at the dinner table and looking down at my birthday
cake while my family was urging me to 'make a wish'. I fervently wished for
only one thing. Make all these feelings stop! Make them go away! Please,
God, make me normal. But it was not to be. No amount of wishing could
change what I was or what I felt. I was the most miserable 15 year old on
the planet. At least I thought so at the time. And all because of one guy.

Chapter 1:

His name's Brian Conroy. He's 17 years old with blond hair and sparkling
blue eyes. He has an incredibly muscular body and a cock that, when it is
hard, is about 8 inches long and still growing. He is 6'1" tall with a
soft, deep voice and a smile that can light up an auditorium. He has very
little body hair except for small traces of hair in his arm pits and a
small puff of very soft pubic hair above his very thick cock. He has the
proverbial 'bubble butt' with incredibly cute dimples just above the cheeks
of his ass.

And if all this was not bad enough, he is smart. A real 'brain'. He hardly
ever studies and yet gets straight A's - even in advanced, college prep
courses. He want's to be a doctor and that just goes along with the rest of
him. Add to this that he's one of the nicest, kindest people you would ever
want to meet. At a time in life when most guys who have everything going
for them that Brian does, are developing a grandiose ego and an attitude to
go with it, Brian was friendly and outgoing with everybody. And I mean
everybody.

Let me give you an example. There was this really nerdy guy in the
sophomore class who nobody much liked. He was quiet and kept to himself all
the time. Or at least he tried to. Some of the guys on the football team
used to give the guy a hard time until Brian caught them at it one day and
put a stop to it. He did it very easily. He simply grabbed all of them
together in the locker room and told him how ashamed he was to be on the
same team with them. How if they were REALLY the 'men' they claimed to be,
they had no need to prove it by tormenting someone else who couldn't defend
himself.

Yeah, Brian really talked that way. And it worked. From that day on, nobody
bothered the kid.  But Brian didn't stop there - No! Brian started working
with the kid after class and on weekends until one day he brought the kid
to Coach Evans, the coach of the football team, and announced that he had
found a new place kicker for the team. Coach Evans was a little astounded
by this, but he knew Brian. If Brian said the kid was good, he probably
was. So, Coach took the kid out to the football field and gave him a
try-out. The kid started kicking 45 and 50 yard field goals while Coach
just stood there with his chin practically hanging down to the turf! Would
it surprise you that the kid went on to win several games for the team on
their way to their first state championship?

Yeah. That's Brian Conroy.

Now, you might wonder how I know all this about him, being only a lowly
sophomore. Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Chris Conroy and,
that's right, this heartthrob named Brian is my brother. The boy who sleeps
in the same room that I do and has done so since we were aged two and four.

So you can see my dilemma. What was I going to do about it? I had a very
easy answer at the time - nothing. As far as I could see, there was nothing
that I could do about it. I was in no position to express how I felt and I
knew that my beloved brother was not Gay. Not with all the cheerleaders
he'd dated over the past three years.

If he'd been at all arrogant or obnoxious about his accomplishments or his
good looks, it would have made things ever so much easier to just deny the
feelings I had for him. But he wasn't. He was one of the nicest and kindest
people that I ever met. He didn't treat me like a 'pest', like most older
brothers did. He spent time with me, he helped me with school. He even once
tried to make a football player out of me. He quickly realized that this
was doomed to failure as I had no natural hand/eye coordination. However,
when I discovered swimming, Brian went to every one of my meets and was
there cheering me on, louder than anyone. Even louder than Mom and Dad.

Finally, graduation came and Brian made the Valedictory address. He also
spoke as President of the Senior Class because he was that, too. He was
awarded a full scholarship to Yale in the fall and everyone figured that he
would be just what he had been voted by the Senior class - "Most Likely To
Succeed".

Too bad nobody figured on him nearly dying two weeks before he left for
college.

Brian and some buddies were out partying one night. One of them had too
much to drink and was too stupid to know it and ended up driving into a
tree. Brian was in the front seat. He was thrown through the windshield and
ended up in a coma. He broke one of his arms and one of his legs along with
internal bleeding and some cuts and lacerations. But the worst thing of all
was the massive hematoma which he suffered. That's a bleed into the brain
which causes pressure on the brain and can either kill or severely damage a
person.

The doctor's told my parents in the beginning that there was very little
chance that Brian would live and, if he did, he'd most likely be a
vegetable. I remember kneeling in the little chapel at the hospital, tears
streaming down my face, begging God to let Brian live. To take me instead
if necessary, but let my brother, the one person I loved most in the world,
live.

And Brian did. Week after week, Brian continued to hold on. Not only hold
on, but get stronger.  His vital signs were improving. The hematoma was
receding. But still Brian wouldn't wake from the coma. The doctors warned
us to be careful what we said when we were in the room with him.  It seems
there is a lot of belief in the medical community that people in comas can
hear what is said around them and it is stored somewhere in their memory.

Whenever I was alone with him, I would talk to Brian. I would ask him to
wake up. Beg him to come back to me. Tell him how much I missed him. And
finally, tell him how much I loved him.  How much I really loved him. I
felt safe that, even if he heard it, he probably wouldn't remember or
understand it once he came out of the coma.

I hardly left his side all that autumn and through the winter. Every free
moment I had I spent with Brian in the hospital. I dropped out of swimming,
I dropped out of everything. I almost dropped out of school but my parents
informed me of just exactly what kind of hell awaited me if I dared to do
that. So I went to class.

The rest of the time, I spent with Brian. As soon as school was out, I
would hop on my bike and ride the 2 miles to the hospital. I would sit by
Brian's bed and do my homework and talk to him.  After they got off from
work, my parents would come. I'd go down to the hospital cafeteria and get
something to eat while they were with him. And then I'd stay with Brian
until I had to go home to bed. First thing in the morning, I would get
dressed, hop on my bike and go to the hospital and be with Brian until I
had to go to school. Oftentimes, especially on the weekends, as soon as my
parents would bring me home, I would go straight to my room, telling them I
was going to bed. As soon as they were asleep, I'd sneak out and head back
to the hospital and spend the night with Brian. I'd read to him or talk to
him, maybe even softly play some of the music that I knew he
liked. Sometimes I'd just sit there, touching him - holding his hand or
stroking his hair.

One night, it must have been about 3 a.m., I was sitting with Brian and
reading to him when I suddenly looked up and there was my Dad. I got really
scared because I figured he was going to kill me for sneaking out. But he
had this funny look on his face, like he was trying to smile and cry at the
same time. He just stood there staring at me for the longest time. I didn't
know what to say or do so I just stared back.

Finally, he spoke. "You scared the hell out of your mother sneaking out
like that. How long have you been doing this?" he asked.

I was shocked because he didn't sound angry at all. He'd said it real
gently.

"Ever since Brian's been in here." I replied.

"Well, I don't want you sneaking any more. From now on, if you want to stay
with Brian after your mother and I go home, just say so. But please, Chris,
only on weekends. You need your rest, too." my Dad said.

"I only do it on weekends, Dad. But I'd rather be here than anyplace
else. When I am anyplace else, I'm always thinking about being here
anyway." I told him.

He didn't say anything else. He came over to the bed, leaned down and
kissed Brian on the forehead. Then he put his arm around me, gave me a hug
and kissed me as well. Then he left. I finally made it home about 6
a.m. and nothing was ever said by either him or my Mom.

That was my life, for three months.

Finally, one Saturday night, late in December, I was sitting beside Brian's
bed reading aloud to him from a book we were required to read in sophomore
English entitled "A Separate Peace" when Brian began to moan. I quickly
stopped reading and leaned over the bed. Suddenly, Brian's eyes opened and
he looked right at me. I could see he was still dazed, but I knew he
recognized me. He reached out his hand and he touched my arm.

"Ccchhhrrrisss..." he seemed to whisper, barely able to speak but with a
hint of that beautiful smile of his on his face.

"Yes, Brian, it's me - Chris! Oh, God! You're finally awake!" I cried,
tears of joy running down my face.

"Wheeerrre...." was all he could get out.

"Where are you? You're in the hospital, Brian. You were in an automobile
accident. You've been in a coma for three months now. We were afraid you'd
never wake up! But now you have." I babbled, so incredibly happy that Brian
was back.

At that point, I didn't know what to do. And what I did, I didn't even
think about. I just leaned over and kissed Brian on his stubbly cheek. When
I did, he reached up and put his arm around me and held me to him.

"I....love....you.....Chris..." I heard him whisper as he held me to him.

Finally, letting me go, he leaned back on the bed like he was exhausted. I
touched his arm and told him I was going to go and get the nurse. But he
grabbed my arm to stop me.

"Don't....not yet..." he begged. "Want...to...be...alone..."

My heart fell. He wanted to be alone. He didn't want me around. Well, maybe
he was embarrassed by his circumstances and didn't want me to see him like
this.

"Ok, bro...I'll go." I said. "I'll let you have some time alone."

"NO!" his voice rang out, almost like his normal voice.

I stopped and looked into his face. His eyes were pleading with me.

"Don't...go! Want....alone....with....YOU!" he managed to get out.

Brian, my only brother, my one and true only love, wanted to be alone with
me! My heart sang and my face must have lighted up like a 'roman
candle'. Brian returned my grin with one of his own, just as sunny and
bright as the old days before the accident.

I went over and sat on the edge of Brian's bed, where I had sat so many
times before, stroking his arm or face or hair, touching his cheek. Talking
to him. Telling him how much I loved him. Now, as I sat there, Brian looked
at me and then reached out and grabbed my arm and began pulling me closer
to him. He wouldn't be satisfied until I was laying in the bed next to him,
his arm around me and my head resting lightly on his chest. He leaned over
and gently kissed me on the forehead.  I looked up into his beautiful blue
eyes. His eyes seemed to be able to look so deeply into mine that he could
read my thoughts, know what was in my very soul.

Slowly, he leaned down and brought his lips to mine in a soft and gentle
kiss. Really just a gentle brushing of my lips with his. Then he pulled
back and looked into my eyes again, as if to see my reaction. I didn't know
what to think. I was totally confused, and my face must have registered
that. This was something I had dreamed about, but never expected it to
happen. I didn't know what to do or what to think. Maybe the accident, the
damage that the hematoma had caused to Brian's brain had scrambled
something up inside him. Maybe he didn't realize what he had just done. But
the smile on my face must have told him how much I liked it because he
smiled back and lay back down on the bed, still holding me.

I lay my head back down on his chest. I was just happy that he was awake
and alive. I was thrilled by his kiss, no matter what it meant.

"I...love...you." he said again.

"And I love you. More than you'll ever know." I swore to him.

"I...know." Brian said. "I...heard...you. I...thought...it...was a
dream. But I kept hearing it."

Brian's speech kept getting stronger. I fearfully waited for him to
continue. Oh, shit! What if he heard how much and in what way I love him?
What if he remembers that? He'll know I'm not only gay but a pervert, too,
in love with my own brother!

"I felt you touch me. I know how you feel. I love you, too." He looked at
me and suddenly tears started flowing from his eyes.

What did he say? He loved me, too?! No! It can't be. He can't mean what I
want to hear. He means I'm his brother and he loves me. Maybe he's figured
out I'm gay and is trying to tell me that he loves me anyway. That's it!
He's just letting me know he still cares about me. Nothing more.

"Please don't cry, Brian. It will be all right. You'll see. Now that you've
come out of it, you'll be able to come home." I promised him.

"I want that. I want to go home." Brian tears continued to fall. " I want
to be with you."

Why? Doesn't he know that I die inside every time we're alone together from
wanting him?  Doesn't he know that it was only because he was in a coma
that I finally got up the nerve to tell him how I feel and to finally touch
him! I don't dare do that when he's conscious. There's no way he'd miss the
hardon I get every time I feel the touch of his body!

"Let me call Mom and Dad and let them know you've come out of the
coma. They've been so worried about you." I begged.

"Ok, call them. But don't go away. Don't leave me." Brian begged.

"I won't. I promise! I won't ever leave you. Except to go to school and
home to sleep, I've been here with you the whole time. I even slept here,
sometimes, but Mom and Dad would get mad if I did it too often." I told
him.

"I love you. Please don't leave." Brian said again.

"I won't. Not ever." I swore.

If you'd let me, I'd spend my whole fucking life being close to you! But I
don't think that's what you want. Or is it? No! I've got to stop thinking
this way or I'll go crazy. If I haven't already!

I called Mom and Dad. I woke them up because I hadn't noticed it was almost
2 o'clock in the morning, but they said they'd be right down to the
hospital. After I called them, I buzzed the nurses desk to let the charge
nurse know that Brian was awake. She was there in less than a minute. Her
name was Ellen. I knew her well from all the months that Brian had been
lying here.  She was a wonderful and caring person.

"How are you, Brian?" Ellen asked him.

"I feel funny." Brian answered.

"Do you have any pain? Do you hurt anywhere?" she asked.

"Yes. My head hurts. And my arm and my leg hurt." Brian told her.

"Is the pain bad?" she asked.

"No, not bad. I can live with it." Brian answered.

"Well, your doctor has been notified and he's on his way. Have you called
your parents, Chris?"  she asked me.

"Yes, ma'am. I called them already. They're on their way as well." I
explained.

"You're a very lucky man, Brian. Your brother here has spent almost all his
time with you since they brought you in here." Ellen informed him.

"Yes, I know. I love him very much. And he loves me." Brian said, smiling
at me.

I was a little shocked to hear Brian express his feelings so openly to
someone he'd only just met.  But I also figured that Ellen would take it as
nothing more than an expression of 'brotherly' love.  She couldn't know how
it was really meant. In fact, I wasn't completely sure how it was really
meant. I was still thinking that perhaps Brian's injuries were causing him
to think and talk in ways that were not going to be permanent.

When Mom and Dad arrived, there was a lot of hugging and kissing and
crying. I just kind of sat back in the corner and watched it all. Brian
looked a little weaker, as he'd not moved from his bed for over 3 months,
but other than that, he looked wonderful to me. His face was alive again,
all the cuts healed from where he went through the windshield of the
car. There was only one little visible scar beside his mouth which I
thought kind of gave him character.

Brian tired after a while and the nurse said that we should let him get
some rest. My Mom came over to me.

"Chris, I know what you've done, staying with him most nights. You are a
wonderful son. I'm very grateful and very proud of you." she said, some
tears rolling down her face.

And then she leaned down and kissed me on the cheek. Then my Dad came
over. He didn't say anything, just stuck out his hand as if to shake
mine. But when I reached for his hand, he pulled me into a bear hug.

While he held me, he whispered in my ear, "I know in my heart that it's
because of you that Brian's come out of his coma. He came back because of
your love for him. Thank you for being there for him."

I didn't know what to think. It was almost as if Dad had figured out how I
really felt about Brian.  I know that some people say that mothers always
know about their sons but I was completely at a loss to understand just
what Dad was trying to tell me.

Mom and Dad left then because they still had to go to work in the morning
and because they felt that Brian looked tired from all the excitement.
They didn't even ask if I wanted to go home.  They knew better. I'm sure
they just figured I'd sneak out as soon as they were asleep anyway.

Brian told the nurse he wanted me there, that he didn't want to try to rest
unless I was in the room. The nurse said that since that's where I'd always
been, she thought it would be alright. She left and we were alone again.

I moved over to a chair next to Brian's bed and he laid down. He reached
out his hand to me. He didn't say a word. I reached over and took his hand
in mine. He turned his head towards me and smiled, then he closed his eyes
and went to sleep.

I woke up the next morning, Brian's hand still in mine and my head resting
against his bed near his, when the nurses came in to take Brian's
vitals. They were all smiles. The whole floor had heard how Brian had
finally come to in the middle of the previous night. Serval other nurses
arrived a few minutes later and asked me to wait outside while they took
care of some things.  While I waited in the hall, I heard Brian cry out in
pain. I rushed back in the door, just in time to see the nurse putting his
hospital gown back down and taking away a long, plastic tube.

"Are you ok, Brian?" I asked him.

He didn't say anything, just looked kind of embarrassed. One of the nurses
started laughing.

"Oh, he's ok! We just took out his catheter. He can go to the bathroom
himself now." she said.

I had forgotten that Brian still had all these tubes sticking out of him. I
hoped that soon they would all be taken out and Brian could come home. I
knew that's what he wanted too.

After the nurses left, I sat down again next to his bed.

"Do you want anything? Is there anything I can get for you?" I asked.

"No, just having you here is enough. How did all this happen, Chris? I
don't remember anything."  Brian said, shaking his head.

I told him about the accident. He couldn't even remember going to the party
that night. I asked him what he could remember.

"Not much. I remember it was like I was having dreams. I could hear voices
sometimes. I know I heard Mom and Dad. Mostly I remember your voice. I
remember you talking to me, telling me how much you loved me, begging me to
wake up, but I couldn't. I tried, but I couldn't." he explained.

"The doctor's told us that there was a possibility that you could hear us
if we talked to you.  That's why I kept talking to you, reading to you. I
was hoping that hearing my voice would help you wake up." I told him.

"I did hear you. I don't remember all of it. But I do remember the sound of
your voice. As long as I could hear it, I wasn't afraid." he said, then
seemed to pause. He seemed to be trying to put something into words. "I
heard you tell me that you loved me. That I remember very clearly. You told
it to me a lot. Or was I dreaming?" he asked.

"No, I said it. I said it a lot. I meant it." I said quietly, not looking
at him. I didn't want him to see how much I loved him. I was suddenly
afraid that he'd figure out that it wasn't just 'brotherly' love I felt for
him. I didn't want to know how he'd react to it.

"And I love you, Chris. And once I'm out of here and well again, I'm going
to show you just how much I do love you." he said, taking my chin in his
hand and raising my face so that he was looking directly in my eyes.

I think I must have blushed at that point, because Brian smiled at my
reaction. He gently stroked my face with his hand. Then he looked
concerned.

"When was the last time you got any sleep?" he asked.

"I don't know, sometime yesterday or the day before." I said offhandedly.

"I can see very dark circles under your eyes. You need to get some rest. Go
home for a while. I'll be ok. I'm sure the doctors are going to have me
running through tests all day. Get some sleep and then come back later,
ok?" he said, pleading with me.

"Ok. As long as you don't need me, I might as well go get some sleep." I
replied with a yawn. I guess I was more tired than I realized.

"I'll always need you, Chris. But I don't want you ruining your own health
over me." he said, looking deep into my eyes again.

I leaned over to kiss his cheek before leaving, but he turned his head and
my lips met his. He reached up and put his hand on the back of my head and
kept my lips against his for the longest time. When he finally released me,
I was light headed.

"Go get some rest. And then come straight back to me." he said, smiling.

I nodded and walked out of the room in a daze. I didn't know what was going
on. If I didn't know better, I could swear that my beautiful, wonderful
straight brother was not so straight as I had thought and had somehow
decided to fall in love me. But I know how your mind can play tricks on you
when you're tired. And I was exhausted! It was like the more than 3 months
of worry, fear and anxiety - along with a lot of sleepless nights - had
caught up to me all at once. It was all I could do to ride my bike home. I
got to our room, the one I had shared with Brian all my life, and fell into
his bed. I'd been sleeping in it occasionally. I could smell his scent on
the sheets, pillowcases and bedding. Laying there with his scent
surrounding me, made me feel closer to him.

I must have drifted off as soon as my head hit the pillow because I don't
even remember getting undressed. I woke about eight hours later, my cock
hard from needing to take a piss. That, and from a dream I had been having
of Brian holding me and making love to me. That was a dream I'd been having
for a very long time. But this time, it seemed so real. I could feel his
lips and I could smell his scent.

I hopped out of bed and went and tried to piss, but my cock would not go
down. I stepped into our shower and turned on the water. I soaped up my
cock and began jacking off. The memories of the dream and the memories of
the reality of Brian holding me and kissing me in his hospital room had me
shooting my load in no time. I came moaning Brian's name. Then my cock
began to soften and the piss came rushing out.

I finished showering and went downstairs. Mom and Dad weren't home but
there was a note in the kitchen:

Chris,

We've gone to the hospital to be with Brian. We didn't want to wake you
because you seemed to need the sleep. There's food in the fridge. See you
later.

Mom and Dad

God! I hope they didn't see me with my cock hard from that dream! Oh, well,
at least they couldn't know what it was about. Wouldn't that be a
shit-storm if they ever found out that their youngest son was in love with
their oldest son! Something tells me they wouldn't be sending out
announcements to our June wedding!

I must be losing my mind! Now I'm thinking about weddings. What the fuck's
gotten into me?  You'd think I was some teenage girl with a crush on a
member of one of those sissy "boy bands".  And it really wasn't like
that. At least, I hoped it wasn't.

This wasn't an overnight thing. I'd loved Brian all my life. He was always
there for me. When I was little and had a bad dream or was scared of
monsters under the bed, it was Brian's bed I climbed in to be comforted. It
wasn't that our Mom and Dad didn't love us and take care of us, but it was
always like Brian was my special protector. I always looked up to him. He
could do anything. He taught me so many things.

Hell, he even taught me to jack off one night when I was about eight and he
was ten. We used to even jack off together and every once in a while we'd
jack each other off. I always loved touching Brian's cock. It was bigger
than mine. And, of course, he had pubic hair long before I did. And I loved
the feel of his hand when he jacked me off. It always felt so much better
than doing it myself. But that all stopped a couple of years ago. I don't
know why. I didn't ask Brian or push him about it. He just seemed to lose
interest in doing it with me. I guess that's when he started dating girls.

So I couldn't understand what had changed now. Never before, no matter how
much playing around we'd done, had Brian ever kissed me. And now in the
space of a day, he'd kissed me twice - right on the lips! I just couldn't
let my self think about this or I would go around the bend!

I was hungry so I went in the fridge and made myself a sandwich and glass
of milk. I then locked up the house and took off on my bike for the
hospital. When I got there, my Mom and Dad were just leaving. Mom took me
into the hall while Dad said good-bye to Brian.

"I'm glad you got some sleep, darling. I've been very worried about you."
my Mom said.

"I know, Brian made me go home. He said I had circles under my eyes. But
I'm really all right, Mom! Now that Brian is going to get better, I'm doing
great!" I swore to her.

"Things never change, do they? Since you were two, Brian could always get
you to do things easier than your Dad or I could. Sometimes I feel like
he's been more the parent to you than we have." my Mom sighed.

"Ahh, Mom! That's not true. I love both you guys. It's just that Brian's
always been special to me. He's the greatest brother a guy could ever
have." I explained.

"I've never understood what it is between you two. You've always had this
special bond. It's like what I've always heard about twins, but you just
were born two years apart!" Mom replied.

"Look, Mom, I consider myself really lucky. I see how my friends get along
with their older brothers and Brian's not like that. He cares about me and
he's not afraid to show it." I said.

"I know, honey. I can't help but wonder what's going to happen when he
finally goes off to college and you don't have him around?" My mom said,
reaching up and brushing my bangs off my brow the way she used to do when I
was little.

"It will be ok, Mom. You'll see." I said.

Man, what a fucking lie! I was going to be crushed when Brian went off to
college! I didn't know what I was going to do. After being so close to him
for so long, I couldn't imagine my life without him. Well...that's not true
either. I could imagine it. I just hated what I imagined.

My Dad came out at that point and I told them I'd try not to be too late. I
continued to think about Mom's remark about Brian leaving and what was I
going to do.  I'd been thinking about that for a long time. What would I do
with Brian so far away for so long? I didn't want to lose him, but I didn't
want to hold him back either.

I walked into Brian's room and he looked up. Seeing me, he gave me one of
those 10,000 watt grin's of his and I melted inside just like I always
do. I'm so much in love with him, if he doesn't know it, I should get an
Oscar for best performance by and actor. And what was I going to do without
him?

"Hey, Chris! It looks like you finally got some sleep. You look much
better. Not that you didn't look really good to me before." Brian grinned
sheepishly at me.

I look good to him? What the fuck is that supposed to mean? I know what it
means when I think it about him - but I mean that I want to jump his bones!
What does it mean when he says it? I couldn't figure it out and I didn't
know how to respond, so I just grinned at him like an idiot and sat down by
his bed.

"No, don't be that far away. Come up hear and sit with me. Please?" Brian
said, making room on his bed for me.

I got up and sat down on his bed facing him. Brian reached out and rested
his hand on mine. Just the warmth of his touch and I could feel my cock
rising in my jeans. Oh, great! Just what I need!

"I've got some news, Chris." Brian said. "The doctor was in before. He says
that with some physical therapy, so that I can walk steadily on my feet and
get some of my strength back, I can go home! Isn't that great news?" Brian
was bubbling with happiness.

"Yeah, that's great news. Except now I'll have to share the room with you
again and just when I was getting used to having some privacy finally!" I
joked with him.

"You don't really mean that, do you?" he looked at me with hurt in his
eyes.

"No, of course not! I've never been so lonely in my fucking life! Half the
time, I sleep in your bed just so I can feel close to you!" I blurted out.

Oh, shit! Me and my big fucking mouth! That was going a little too far. I
never wanted Brian to know that. He'd either get a very big clue about how
I felt about him or he'd be pissed at me for being in his bed.

Brian reached over and stroked the side of my face with his hand. It was a
very gentle and loving gesture.

"That's ok with me. You can sleep in my bed anytime you want to - even if
I'm in it." he said quietly. "Just like we used to."

It had been many, many years since I'd slept in Brian's bed with him. I
stopped being scared at night and believing in ghosts. Why this sudden
invitation to join him?

"You'll probably hog all the covers, just like you used to!" I joked with
him, unable to respond to what my feelings were telling me.

"As I remember it, you didn't need any covers because you slept in my arms
and I kept you warm." he said, quietly looking me in the eyes.

I looked away. I couldn't face that stare of his that seemed to go right
down inside me. It was true. I always slept in his arms. It always felt so
safe and warm there. I always felt loved and cared about with his body
wrapped around mine. I didn't want those memories right now. I didn't want
to remember that time was over and I would probably never feel his arms
around me as I slept again.

"I'm not four, Brian. I think I'm a little old to be scared of the dark." I
said, trying to make light of the situation before it started going down
paths I couldn't handle.

"There are more reasons for sharing a bed than fear, Chris." Brian said
slowly, not looking at me.

I had no answer for that so I changed the subject to what he wanted to do
when he got out of the hospital. I could see in his eyes that he knew
exactly what I was doing and his smile said that he was letting me do it,
but I had the feeling he wouldn't for long.

End of Part 1

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up from being in a coma for three months! I promise that there will be in
the next part.

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