Date: Thu, 10 Jun 2010 20:21:44 -0700 (PDT) From: T Claybourn Subject: You want me to do what (chapter 28) "You want me to do what?" Chapter 28 By Terry No warning in this chapter; but thanks, Jere, for editing, and to all my readers for being there for me. ****************************************** When I awoke, all I could see was white, and I could hear beeping again. I tried to move, but all I could do was moan. "Hey, Pet." I heard Ry's soft voice, and then I felt his hand on my cheek. "Where are we?" I asked. "Hospital," he told me. I'm sorry," I told him. "Why" he asked; I just shrugged my shoulders. I saw him turn around; then I saw the nurse come in. She did `this' and `that', gave us a smile, and walked out; and then the doctor came in and did some more of `this' and `that'. After they took more blood, and made some x-rays, they left us alone. I moved, and I felt something odd around my butt, so I looked, and got pissed! I didn't mind that bag- thing hanging out of my dick, so they could see how much fluids was coming out of me, but I about shit myself when I figured out I had on a diaper. When everyone left us alone, I raised up enough to get my ass off the bed. "Stop," Ry ordered, when he saw me about ready to tear it off me. I was weak, but I was not going to allow this any longer. I could feel Ry's hand on my bare leg. I just looked at him, and could tell by his expression that he was not going to allow a temper fit; so I crossed my arms, and huffed at him, "Get it off," I ordered him. His eyebrows went up, and his hand tapped my leg lightly. "Chad, the only reason you have that on, is because your system would just open up and let go," he told me. I just looked at him. "I mean, you would just shit yourself," he told me. "Oh, god," I moaned. "It's alright, Pet. Once I learned how to do it right, they let me take over," he told me. From the corner of my eye, I saw the door open, and I grabbed the blankets - mom and dad came in - I knew my cheeks turned beet red. I was in the hospital for a week, but they were swamped, and the ones who were not dying had to be checked-out and sent home. Since my own Doctor knew that Ry would make sure I took my meds, he told me to go home, behave, and to stay in bed or on the sofa, and not to overexert myself. Therefore, I was released into Ry's care. The doctor gave Ry a scrip for antibiotics for him to take, as a precaution, so he would not get what I had, because, since he was my caretaker, he would come into contact with the virus. New Years was a bore. Ry came in the room, and pulled on a pair of jeans. As I watched his tight ass slide into those jeans, he bounced a little to get his dick and balls down, so he could zip them. As I watched, I got hard. Hell, it's been a while. Ry and I could not even make out, or anything. Every time I got too hot, I started to cough; or when we started to get intimate, I started to wheeze or choke; but, oh, how I wanted it! "Where we going?" I asked, tossing back the blankets, hoping I could get out of bed, and outside for a while. "I am going shopping; your mom and Kitty are going to stay with you while I'm gone." Ry came over and sat on the bed. "Do you want anything special?" he asked. I could not resist; I laid my hand on his crotch, and squeezed; he gave me a killer smile. "I mean to eat or drink?" he told me again. I squeezed this time, and he blushed. "I mean food." I just batted my eyes at him. "Pet, you know we can't; besides your mom will be here soon," he said, getting up and walking away. I finally told him what I would like, but not expecting it, since I was on an antibiotic that said I should avoid dairy products. Therefore, ice cream was out of the question, and so was clam chowder. He came back in, slapping cologne on himself, and stopped and bent down to kiss me. I slipped my hand around his head, and held him there. I kissed him hard, sucking his tongue into my mouth. He caught himself with one hand, so he wouldn't fall on me. My other hand went to his chest; little by little, I was pulling him down to me. I knew once I got him chest to chest, he could not resist; he would continue down my body. There was a loud banging sound. "What was that?" he asked. "My heart," I told him, as he pulled away. "THAAAAAAAAAAAAAAD," Kitty yelled at the top of her young lungs; well, there went the boner. "Coming," Ry yelled, adjusting himself. "Sneak," he said, as he headed out the door. I just smiled to myself; hell, even sick I had him. "He's in the room," I heard him say. Then I saw Kitty, and she ran to jump on me. I covered my mouth, and pushed her away. "Kitty, `no', he's still contagious," Mom said, as I put my mask on. "Sorry, but dad went back to work, and your brothers had a fit when I wanted them to watch her," she told me. "No problem; I don't mind," I told her. Mom fixed me lunch, and Kitty ended up falling asleep. "Mom, can I ask you something?" I asked, from my doorway. She looked away from the TV, and looked at me, giving me a smile, and then patted the sofa beside her. I sat and looked at her for a minute. "So what do you think about all this?" I asked her. She looked at me. "About you being sick? Well, I'm not happy, but it could not be helped," she told me. "No, I mean this arrangement, and me falling in love with Ry," I told her. "Oh, that," she said, and got up. "Well, let me just say that when I finally found out what was going on, your dad and I almost split." She continued, "Your dad and I were talking about moving into a bigger place, because Kitty needed her own room; and, well, you three boys in one room would have been crowded; but we really could not afford it yet. Dan would have helped us, but your dad doesn't want to depend on his big brother when he needs something." I almost laughed at that, `cause an image of Dan's cock up dad's ass popped into my mind at that moment. "You ok? You look flushed," she said, feeling my forehead. I just nodded my head `yes'. "So when he told me that he talked to you about moving in with Ry for a while, I thought it was a good thing. Then you got sick, and I found out what was really going on; I just about died! After I cooled down, I figured that you're both young, and if you want to experiment with sex, I would rather have you experiment with him than Jon, because God knows what he's got!" she said. "Then, Ry put the ring on your finger, so I figured it was for real, and there was nothing I could do. I mean your dad, Dan, Jean were all for it, so I really could not voice my opinion on the matter," she said, looking at me. "Chad, honey, are your really sure about this? Are you happy?" she asked, taking my hand into hers. "Yeah, mom, I am. I feel more alive with Ry, and he understands what I need and want." I had to laugh. "No, mom, not that way; I mean in life, not sex. Well, that, and..." she stopped me, when she held up her hand. "Son, I don't need details, and you're as bad as your dad," she said, kissing my head. "Does your brother know?" she asked. I only nodded, and she looked up at the ceiling and shook her head; we both laughed. We sat there talking...about Chase, and stuff. Then I told her he did my tongue and eyebrow. Since I was in the hospital, they took them out. Ry said he would take me down to a proper place, so I could have them re-done, if I wanted to, which I did. He made me promise I would not let Jon or any other nut case do it, which I did. Changing the subject, she thought it was great that I had all college classes now in high school; I wish I felt her excitement. I was starting to think that maybe I had bitten off more then I could swallow. The next thing I knew, I felt a hand on my forehead, and I opened my eyes; Ry was standing over me, with a smile. I sat up and looked around - Mom and Kitty were gone. "I got home over an hour ago, but she didn't want me to wake you up, but she kissed you bye," Ry told me. I know I am sixteen, but, hell, I still need the love of my mom. I swung my legs off the sofa, and waited until I was clear-headed enough to get up to go to the bathroom; then to the kitchen. Ry just looked at me. "Bed or sofa; no kitchen," he told me, as he turned me back around. He knew that once I got in there, I would try to clean up his mess. He is an awfully messy partner (slob). If it wasn't for me, the health department would kick him out. But to my surprise the kitchen was spotless; mom must have cleaned it after I went back to sleep, I thought, as I looked around. Two days before school started, I went to the Doctor; he said I was fit enough to go back to school. However, that was it; no messing around with my friends. I was to go to school, and come straight home, out of the cold. If I didn't follow his orders, I would end up back on bed rest, with Ry as my caretaker. Since we both started school at the same time, I agreed to follow orders. No sooner than we got home, Ry pointed to the sofa and barked, "Sit". Man, I wanted to bark, or sit up and beg at him so bad it wasn't even funny, but, like a good boy, I sat and waited for the yelling to start. Ry went in and found us something to drink, and then he sat down beside me. I slid over; I didn't want to be to close to him, cause I knew he would probably end up spanking me, or worse, use that damn paddle! Ry popped the tops on the soda and handed me mine. I took it and drank some; I was still thirsty all the time, but I was so tired of Gatorade and Seven-Up. Hell, that shit that babies drink tasted all right for the first few times, but I wanted something else. Ry took a drink of his, then turned so we were facing each other. `Here it comes,' I thought, and I was right. "Do you mind telling me why, in the name of God, you would take so many damn pills at one time?" I started to stay something, but "Sorry, I mean in one day," he said. Damn! He outsmarted me. "And I want a verbal answer, not the shrug you've been giving me for the last few weeks," he told me. I just looked at him; he was not mad, nor was he pissed, but he did want answers Taking a deep breath, I sat there letting it out slowly. "I didn't want to ruin your gift by getting sick," I told him. "So, ruining the rest of my life, when I put you in the ground for an overdose, or even worse, yet, organ failure, was alright with you?" he snapped, as he got up, and walked away from me. "No!" I yelled at him, and slid back onto the sofa, when he spun around and pinned me with a look. "I just didn't think." He shook his head and looked at me. "For you being a genius, you don't use your brain very much, do you?" he snapped at me, and then went into the computer room. I sat; he didn't tell me to get up, so I stayed. Yeah, I know I am a free person, and I can do what I want, but when he gets this way, I just play the sub and stay out of his way. "Chad, come here!" he bellowed. Therefore, I did; I stepped into the room, and looked at him. He was standing by the computer, and pointed to the chair. I went over and sat down. He then gave me a list of websites; I just looked at him. "You are to write out a report on over-doing Tylenol," he told me. "I don't want to write out a report," I said, but looked up at him, and, from the look I got, I decided that I did want to do it. Then I looked down at his legs. I felt his thumbs under my chin, and his fingers behind my neck, and he lifted my face to look into his. "And I do not want to lose you," he told me. "How long do you want it?" I asked. "Just a few paragraphs, but I want important information in it," he told me, and you are to write it out; you have beautiful penmanship, so use it. I let out a sigh, and typed in the first site. I was truly amazed at what those pills could do to a liver, and other organs. After about two hours of searching and making notes, I leaned back and cracked my knuckles and neck. Ry was standing in the doorway, smiling at me. "Dinner," he said. I smiled at him, and got up, but I almost fell on my face. I'd been sitting in a position that caused my legs to go to sleep. Ry was across the room in a minute, and caught me. "Legs asleep," I told him; he put his arm around me for support, as we walked to the kitchen. I stood while he finished getting stuff on the table; my legs hurt so bad, I wanted to cry, but I just jiggled them for a few minutes, and I could soon feel them again. Ry had roasted a chicken with baby red potatoes; we don't like the russets - too watery, for some reason. He also had fresh green beans, which I snarled my lip at. He's been making me eat my veggies since we have been together, but I still cannot stand green beans. Therefore, I moved them to the side of my plate. "Try them," Ry ordered. "Nope," I told him, eating a potato. `No' was not supposed to be in my vocabulary, especially in back-talking; so `nope', even that noise you make when you disagree, was fine, but a direct `no' would get me swatted. "They're fresh, not out of a can, so try them," he told me, pointing to them. I just gave him that `no' noise. "I gave you three, and I prepared them differently, so at least try them for me," he said, then politely asked. I gave in, and stabbed one with the fork; smelled it - still smelled like a green bean, but I took a small bite, chewed, swallowed, and ate them. Ry bowed his head; I knew he was doing a victory smile. "Just because you went all out," I told him. "Whatever, pet?" he said, still looking at his plate. After dinner, I did clean up, and then I was sent to take a shower, "and I mean shower," he told me. I just shook my head, and took the shower. I like a bath more, `cause you can soak, then rinse off afterwards, but since I've been sick, it's been showers every other day; not everyday, like I like, but I was not going to fight him. After the shower, I was sent back to the computer to do more work on my report. I didn't know Ry was in the room, until I heard him call me. I looked up at him; he was sitting in the one chair, in the room, that I hated. From the look on his face, I knew my ass was in serious trouble. ***************************************************** Authors note: I did not realize that I've written so mainy chapter with Chad being sick. I know it is no excuss but when your a sickly person you tend to write the way you feel. I will try no to do it again. Terry.