Date: Fri, 20 Jun 2008 15:46:25 -0500 From: Andy Smith Subject: Asleep on the Beach chapter 12 Asleep on the Beach Chapter 12 Disclaimer: Please be advised that under aged youths are advised to not read this material; all others are welcome. Should you chose to proceed to the story below...please enjoy! Any comments are welcomed and you'll get a fairly prompt reply; andyoutwest@live.com Writer's Note: Geez. I'm embarrassed at the number of glaring typos in the last couple of submissions. It's inexcusable, and I promise to put in a bit more work on the editing side. An English Major I'm not, but I know how distracting it can be to come across glaring errors. Many thanks for all the comments and input. You guy's make writing a pleasure. Prologue All back from the hospital, and an evening dinner planned with ALL of the parents of our central characters. Wow. This could be the beginning of quite a lot of different possibilities...I suppose we'd better get to it! Chapter 12 A First Kiss Not too long after we all drifted off to sleep, my back began to hurt and I was uncomfortable. I did have two big lugs sprawled out atop me, afterall. I opened my eyes and could tell by the ambient light coming in from the window that it was still early afternoon, and that I hadn't been asleep too long. Besides, I hurt all over, and was quickly getting stiff. My meds were supposed to kick in, or so I thought I heard Mom say just before she left, but at this point I wasn't too sure they were going to work. I was trying to figure out who to move off me first, Lenny on my right side, or Jason on the left. Turning my head slightly I took in both of the sleeping boys at my sides and contemplated...things. I guess you know by now that I'm a kinda kid that smells and odors really mean a lot to me. Even so, I found it oddly erotic that I could distinguish between both boy's smells beside me. Each was distinctive...no...they didn't STINK! It was just that each one of them smelled different. Lenny, being shorter and smaller than me was lower down on my shoulder than Jason. Lenny's hair was longer, and softer than Jason's and had the sweet fragrance of apricot shampoo drifting ever so slightly to my nostrils. I could move my head slightly and kiss his silky hair, to smell him was divine. He was drooling on my shoulder just a little, but I couldn't really feel the wetness. I suppose it's because we were both so warm lying together there under the sheet. He had worked his way around to be completely grasping my upper arm like a teddy bear, and had his right leg thrown over mine, his knee slightly bent, and his crotch very comfortably nestled on my hip. He was out – totally asleep. I supposed then, that he could be moved slightly and not roused too much. I tried moving my arm away from me in an attempt to get him to roll over. He just glombed on tighter, bringing a smile to my face. "Roll over, Buddy, you're killing me," I whispered to him. He sighed real big, but with an additional nudge, he complied in his sleep and rolled over. Ahhh...relief. Turning toward Jason then, I had to decide how to move him so I could turn over on my side...didn't know which side to choose though, because of my sore ribs and my broken arm. As I turned my face toward Jason, and my eyes got adjusted to the light...HE WAS LOOKING STRAIGHT AT ME!!!! Damn. Wasn't expecting that! He smiled at me, seeing my start. He was sooo close to me...our faces just inches apart. I could feel his breath on my face...it was intoxicating. Realizing I didn't have to make a decision about how or where to turn now, I rolled over on my left side to face Jason. My casted left hand was sticking straight up between us, but we were pressed together as close as we could get except for that. Ever so gently, Jason put his right arm up on my side and kind of hugged me...dunno if it was a hug, or just an embrace...is there a difference? Looking at his face, his lips, his nose and eyes...I wanted to kiss him. Was that wrong? Could you kiss your best friend? Would he freak out? *Jeez* My breathing must have intensified, as even I noticed that. I licked my lips, my eyes darting back and forth between his lips and eyes. My heart was racing. Was he thinking what I was? Which one of us would make the first move? Did he WANT me to kiss him? Did he want ME to make the first move? Damn. Even with all the things we've learned about one another...this seemed like totally uncharted territory to me, I was so confused...but so anxious to discover what else there was to know too. Uncertain of what to do, I did nothing. "Liam?" he whispered. I could feel his breath as his lips moved. I didn't answer. "Are you okay?" Still whispering. I nodded my head very slightly, uncertain if he was asking about my pains of getting beaten up, or...something else... He turned is head up toward the ceiling and re-adjusted himself slightly yet still maintaining very close body contact with me. This time, I pulled my leg up across him, and felt myself spooning in to his side. In an instant I felt like this was where I belonged. I just don't know how to tell you what it felt like, except to say we fit. Together. Like Lenny had me earlier, I snuggled into his upper arm and was quite content. I heard his breathing, it was irregular, as if his thinking had interrupted his normal body patterns. "Did it hurt?" I whispered. I suppose he knew what I was thinking. "Yea," he whispered to the ceiling, "but more than the pain in my ...umm...down there...I ...I guess it was the idea that he was forcing me that bothered me the most. I mean...I...I don't know what I mean." "Did you mean it...what you told Dad?" I was thinking about what he told my Dad on Saturday night. Jason was silent as he thought about things. "Yes." "Oh." Silence. "Jason?" I turned my face towards his. He responded by moving his face very slightly towards mine. I knew he was waiting for the rest of the question. I turned my face back toward the meaty part of his shoulder...I don't know why...but I kissed his shoulder lightly. His skin was silky smooth, warm on my lips, and my nose pressed to his shoulder and I couldn't help but smell his essence. It was only a peck...a brief touching of my lips to his skin...but I'll never forget it. Turning my face barley so could talk, I whispered... "Tell me." "What?" "Tell me why you didn't tell me any of this before." "Oh Liam...d.don't you know?" I didn't answer. My heart skipped a beat though. "To tell you...meant it'd be true." I could feel his chest heaving a tiny bit. I looked up at him, saw he was in distress and I struggled to lean up and over him slightly. My danged elbow hurt, and my arm was in the stupid way, but I wasn't going to let it interfere now. Gently I placed my good hand on his chest, my fingers near that sunken place at the bottom of his throat and the hollow of his collar bone. I could feel his pulse on my fingertips. Tentatively, I reached for his chin, turned his face to me...and I kissed him. It wasn't a deep-throat kiss. It wasn't a passionate kiss like you'd kiss a girl...or a boy come to think of it. I could feel his lips tremble under mine. I suppose he anticipated what I was about to do because he's licked his lips, as they were wet...so were mine...I don't remember licking them before...but I could tell it now. He breathed through his nose and I felt is breath on my cheek. I'd never ever dreamed that two people could communicate this way; that lips could speak without moving, or uttering a sound. But that kiss told us both that we were together...that we both accepted one another...even if we didn't fully comprehend all of what that entailed at the moment...the kiss said "I take you, just as you are." I looked down at him, his eyes were still shut, but is lips were still quivering, and I could see tears still falling down his cheek. I wiped them from the side I could reach with my right hand, and settled back down to his shoulder. "W.when me and Mason did those things together...it was you I wanted to do them with. I was j.jut so afraid to tell you what I was thinking." He reached up and wiped his own tears. "Then, when you came to me and told me about you...I just froze on the inside. I was afraid it wasn't real...that you didn't mean it...that you'd change. I thought that if you found out I'd actually DONE things with someone else... It's just so goddamned complicated...I could t.take a risk with Mason, because if...well...even if he got mad, or I told him to take a hike...well...he wasn't YOU. You're my very best friend, Liam. I don't know what I'd do if I lost you...I just couldn't take that risk. "Also...I was afraid that I'd turn into a boy like Cody." His chest heaved several times as he let those thoughts flow out of him. "Oh, Jason," I whispered through my own tears, hugging him tighter to me, "you'd never ever be like that. You wouldn't hurt someone. You wouldn't force yourself on someone. I know you. You'd never be like him." "B.but, d.don't you see?" he whispered. "Sex is...it's almost addictive. Once you have had it, you don't ever want to s.stop having it. A million time I wanted to push you down and s.suck you. I wanted to hold your...ummm...your d.dick in my hand...in my mouth." He put his arm over his face like I had in the hospital before. "You hate me now...don't you?" I sighed really big. My mind was racing again. I remembered that my silence isn't always understood by people...a flash went through my mind of Lenny walking away from me at the beach... "No. I don't hate you. I understand you...I mean...I know what that feels like. Remember? I'm the one who told you how I feel? I just didn't tell you what all I wanted to DO to YOU! I mean...I know about that stuff...okay? And, besides...I would NE-VER (emphasis on each syllable) EV-ER not be your friend, Jason. That could never even happen." I sat up again leaning over him like before, "But look at me, Jason." I waited for him to comply. I looked deep into his eyes. "I didn't DO ANYTHING to you...I respected you and wouldn't do something to you that you wouldn't want me to do...AND...YOU didn't DO ANYTHING to me. For the same reason. You...we... are not like Cody." The last four words were paused between for emphasis, and slightly above a whisper. I guess that registered with him, or reassured him, because he nodded, smiled a tiny bit at me, wiped is tearstained face again and began to slow his breathing back down. I shifted slightly, trying to get comfortable. Lenny stirred, I suppose we were making a bit more noise than I thought we were. I made a mental note to not wake him. Looking back, I now find it odd that neither Jason or I had erections at that point. If that happened today...well. But that afternoon, we had so much to deal with. I think it was that we both felt like we could trust one another...and these things had been between us now for so long. Interestingly, we kept no secretes between us...except the biggest damn secret of our LIVES! "Jason?" "Yea." "Jason, I t.think you have to tell your Mom and Dad what h.happened...to you." "NO!" He began to panic. "You CAN'T t.tell!" I put my hand back on his chest, turning him back to face me. I didn't have kissing on my mind this time though. "No, no, no...shhhh..shhh..." I tried to sooth him, and keep him from panicking further. "I didn't say I was going to tell them. I t.think YOU need to tell. Jason, this is a serious thing that Cody did to you." "My Dad will KILL me," Jason whispered, but his tone was unmistakable panic. "Look. You don't have to tell him how things got started. You don't have to tell him anything about Mason and you...about what you two did I mean. The story only has to begin with Cody forcing himself on you. Your Dad doesn't have to know the rest. You can tell him that stuff when you're ready. But, I think being forced into...ummm...doing what he d.did...that isn't right, and who knows what all that could do to you...now...AND later. "M.maybe something like that happened to him once...see? I heard somewhere that kids who are molested sometimes molest other kids...even if they hated what happened to them." Mom was watching this docudrama thing once where they talked all about stuff like that...I hated sitting through it, but she said it would do me good to hear it, she said I was old enough to start to learn about such things. I guessed now it was kinda helpful...only I wasn't sure I could convince Jason to do anything. I mean...our natural instinct is to hide that kind of shit from EVERYONE. It's all so embarrassing, and...HOW do you bring it up? "Look," I whispered, "I'll talk to my Dad about what happened with me and Lenny...I mean...I'll tell him what we really did together. Maybe he can help me figure out what to do about it." I was hoping I wasn't putting myself out there with nothing in return from him...the trade was implied, but not spoken...I didn't want to pressure him too hard. He was obviously scared to death that his Dad wouldn't handle things well...I suppose he knew his father better than I did, as they did live together all Jason's life. I felt like I knew his Dad. He had a hard-nosed Army type personality...but he was always so good to me and Jason. We played and wrestled and cut-up ALL the time. Looking back, I don't think I ever heard him curse, never did I see him raise a hand to Jason. They didn't go to church as often as our family did...but we DID go to the SAME church (no...I'm not telling you what kind, because you'll all get some stupid idea of what kind of group they are based on what you know of me..and I don't suppose that's too fair...just know we went...my family went a lot, and if Jason's parents didn't go, he would ride with me). There WAS a very clear understanding between them that his Dad's law WAS law. Anytime Jason's Dad said to do something, Jason always replied with a "Yes, Sir" and quick action. Jason never argued with his dad, never whined, never put off doing as he was told. Me, on the other hand...I was the Champion whiner! Usually, it didn't matter WHAT I was told to do, I'd find something to whine about...always trying to put off doing what I was told until it meant certain trouble. Not Jason. We never talked much about that, I mean...who WOULD talk about it? I just had the feeling that Mr. Lawler wasn't one who suffered insubordination. He set the tone and expectation for obedience, and it was faithfully executed. I guess all those years in the Army meant he knew how to get things done without all the yelling and screaming...there certainly wasn't any the ten million hours I was over at Jason's house. Still, I knew Mr. Lawler (Jim) to be a stern man. As much as he loved Jason...and even as much as I think he liked me...he wasn't the sort of fellow you would expect to entertain foolishness well. So, I guessed inside my heart that Jason had plenty of reasons to suspect his Dad wouldn't tolerate a gay son. Seriously, though, I never EVER heard Mr. Lawler talk that way. Believe me, I would have remembered something like THAT! I sort of snapped out of my daze...my mind has this tendency to wander at the most inopportune times. Looking over to Jason to see how he was handling my last...idea. One lone tear dropped down the side of his face. It was such a lonely sight. "Jason, I'm sorry...it's not my business I guess." I said, trying to understand how I would be feeling if the tables were turned. He wiped at the last tear. Sighed real big. Turned to look at me. He was studying me, searching me...trying to see, or understand me. "W.what you said," he said, looking away as he did, "what you said about me...us not being like Cody?" I waited, uncertain of where this would go. "I'm not ever going not be like him. The way he has made feel, the f.fear in me for these years...I'm NEVER...EVER going to make somebody feel like that. I swear to God." He stopped and studied me some more. "And I'm thinking...thinking that you are right. Maybe I can't say that if...if I just try to control this all by myself." Jason reached out for my hand. "Will you h.help me? Help me tell my Daddy?" Instantly overwhelmed at his trust, and need of my support, I couldn't help but tear up. I fought back the tears though...enough damn crying for crimanny's sakes! `Yes," I managed. "I'm here for you bud." As I said that we both leaned in to one another and held each other in a tight embrace; my head on his shoulder, his on mine. The bed shifted, and I could feel Lenny move on his knees to the middle of us. His arms slipped round both of us and we were entangled in a group hug! "How long you been listening, Squirt?" Jason said while leaving his head on my shoulder. "Always...I always know what's going on," came Lenny's husky voice. He giggled. "You two woke me up breathing so hard!" he giggled again. Jason and I both goosed him in the ribs at the same time, to which he jerked away in a fit of giggles, pulling all three of us into a heap. The tickling and laughter was soon out of control, and being one-armed I quickly got in the worst shape! I tried...in vain...to plead that my ribs and shit were still sore...no good! Sure enough, the ruckus brought the cavalry...Dad appeared at the door. He must have been watching for a few minutes, because he cleared his throat, and said, "Okay! Time to put you three to work if you have that much energy!" The three of us looked at each other, back to Dad, then on cue each threw our pillows at him! Somehow, he managed to deflect and catch all three missiles and hurled them back at us faster than lightening. As no good challenge goes unheeded, we returned the volley, only to be pummeled back with greater velocity. Soon all bedlam broke out. Only a Mom could have broke it up...which she did! Left in a bed full of giggling and laughing, we were told to pull ourselves together and get downstairs. We were assured a more constructive use of our energy could be found. I was summarily scolded for not taking my ease and getting in the line of fire. Clearly, I was to be treated as an invalid for days yet to come! Okay...this feels like a good place to rest for the afternoon. I'll pick back up later with the evening meal and the Parents who must all soon discover something new about each of their boys. Comments welcome! andyoutwest@live.com