Date: Tue, 25 Jan 2000 00:38:31 GMT From: Tel R O'Tales Subject: Rich Kid part 15 WARNING: This story contains descriptions of sexual acts between boys of similar ages. If this is not to your tastes or is not legal in your locality, please leave now! The story and its associated characters are entirely fictional and any resemblance to people, living or otherwise, is purely coincidental. Some parts of the story have been idealised. The author has copyrighted this story. A single copy had been placed in the Nifty Archive. Do not distribute it to any newsgroups and/or other web-sites without permission from the author. The Rich Kid Part 15 Mark and father were asked to leave and the doctor put more stuff in my arm. The fairies took me away again. As I slept, I kept seeing this beautiful, young athletic looking boy. His shortish fair hair blowing in the breeze as he chased around a small beach. He had the most perfect smile and despite his spotty complexion he was the most perfect boy I had ever seen. I recognised the beach he was on and the lake beyond, but whom was this boy? Where could I find him? I turned back to look at the boy, but he had gone. Desperately I searched the beach and the trees for him. I had no luck. The picture merged into another. It was now a large brick and stone building that sounded full of life and excitement. A bell rang and lots of boys came out of the building. It must be a school. I started looking for the boy from the beach again, but had no luck. Why couldn't I find him? WHY? I sat up with a start! The familiar walls of my private room in the hospital were around me. My forehead was bathed in perspiration. I could feel it as it trickled down my face. I wiped it off with the edge of the sheet and gently climbed out of bed. I was wearing one of those hospital gowns that tie up at the back. I found that out when I went a bit dizzy and sat down on the cold floor. I struggled back to my feet and walked slowly over to the door. Looking through the small window I could see people busily moving around. There was a row of beds opposite. In one bed there was an older boy. He looked familiar. Carefully I opened the door and half walked, half stumbled across to his bed. His reaction was to shout "Nurse". I flopped forwards onto the bed beside him and he held me tight. I guess he was trying to stop me falling off the bed. "How are you feeling Sommerton-Thorne?" He asked. His voice was full of concern. "Just a bit giddy. Give me a moment and I'll be ok." I replied. At this point the nurse arrived and called for a porter to help her get me back into bed. So much for finding out what had happened to me. Or who that beautiful boy was in my dream? The doctor came and checked me over and told me to lay still! I was all right. Ok so I had a bandage around my ankles and wrists and some bruises on my chest. But essentially I was all right. The boy came in to see me a little later on. His name was Arkwright. He was in the 6th form and was the lad that followed Mark, my cousin, into the air raid shelter. Now the questions poured forth from me. Arkwright answered as best he could, but I still had large gaps in my memory that needed filling. Mind you, I was starting to remember bits about school and the beautiful fair-haired boy kept appearing there too. So he may not be a dream after all, I thought to myself. Arkwright left me when father and Mark came in and we spent quite a while chatting whilst I tried to piece my memories back together. They left for a little while when the nurse came in to do her observations. Mark came back a little early and as she was about to leave he asked her how Mike was? She explained that he was still unconscious and no one could see any reason for it. The name 'Mike'sounded familiar to me, but as yet that was about it. I had been shut up in this tiny little room for a while now and eventually persuaded Mark to see if he could take me out in a wheelchair. Even if it was only up and down the ward it would be better than these four walls. The nurse agreed and between them they lifted me into the wheelchair and wrapped me up in a blanket. We went across to chat with Arkwright first and we all had a bit of a laugh. Being out of that room made me feel a hell of a lot better! As we passed the nurses station I overheard one of them talking about a third boy from our school being in here. I looked up at Mark and he looked back uncertainly. There was something he was not telling me. He mentioned Mike earlier, but I assumed that they were talking about the guy in the bed opposite. Hang-on, Mike was unconscious! Arkwright was sitting up and talking. Who was Mike? As we toured the ward I carefully scrutinised the names on the charts at the end of the beds. The only Mike I saw was a doctor, so that couldn't be him. It wasn't until we were just about to go back into my room that I spotted "Jones M." on the door next to mine. "Is Mike in there?" I asked Mark. "Yeah." He answered sadly. "Let's go in and see him." Mark turned the chair and opened the door. The first thing I saw was fair hair that was partially obscured by a bandage. Mark wheeled me closer. It felt as though he was studying me closely. I now saw a spotty face. It was the boy from my dream and from my memories of school and his name was "MIKE!!!!!" It was my Mike. Not even my yell disturbed him. It was crazy! Everyone else was startled, but not my Mike. Mark tried to pull me back. I leapt out of the wheelchair and sat in the armchair by his bedside. By the time the nurse had entered the room I was sitting with my head on Mike's pillow with his hand in mine. Tears flowed freely from me. "Was this a good idea?" The nurse asked Mark seriously. "YES!" I yelled at her before Mark had a chance to answer. "Where's Jarvis?" I demanded. "Where is he?" "He was transferred to a secure hospital yesterday." Came an authoritative voice from behind the nurse. It was father. "Dad!" I called and he came running. He lifted me up and sat me on his lap as we both cried. Mike just lay there with his head bandaged. Father and I spent hour after hour just sitting by Mike's side and holding his hand. Mr and Mrs Jones spent a lot of time there too. I eventually persuaded father to let me lay on the bed beside Mike. I lay there with Mike's hand in mine. My other arm draped gently across Mike's chest with my hand gently cupping his cheek, fingers gently stroking the side of his head. "If you could do anything in the world right now. What would it be?" Mark asked me. Father and he took turns sitting with me and at some point they had swapped over. "Right now. At this very moment?" I replied "Yes. Right now?" "This." I said quietly. I lifted my head a very softly kissed Mike's cheek. I lay my head back on the pillow next to Mike's and closed my eyes. Memories of all the things Mike and I had done together since the moment we first met came flooding back. Tears gently drifted down my cheek and onto the pillow. I lay still and wished and prayed for my Mike to get better. I must have nodded off because when I woke up again Mr Jones was sat with us. He smiled at me as he gently patted my behind. I relaxed and closed my eyes as I started another round of wishing and praying. I felt a movement. Rapidly I looked around the room. No one apart from Mike was near me. Mr Jones was sat in the chair, his head in his hands. I guessed that I was imagining things. You know what it is like when you are on the verge of sleep. With my head back on the pillow I whispered "I love you" into Mike's ear and closed my eyes. Again I thought I felt movement, but dismissed it as my imagination when suddenly I felt a pair of lips on my cheek and my hand was squeezed. "I love you too Edward." Mike said in a horse whisper. Fully alert now, I carefully looked about me, but particularly at Mike. His eyes opened then he turned to face me. A big grin spread across his face and he slowly lifted his head. I kissed him on the lips before calling Mr Jones. Within moments, I was picked up and dumped on my bed in the next room as a flurry of activity swept around Mike. I just lay there and cried tears of joy. I was so happy. Mark came running into my room talking 20 to the dozen as he jumped onto the bed and squeezed the living daylights out of me. We both just lay there with tears of joy rolling down our cheeks. It was one of the happiest days of my life. I left Mr and Mrs Jones alone with Mike for quite a long while despite wanting desperately to be near him. The following morning, Arkwright poked his head around the door and said good- bye. He was being allowed back to school. He took the great news with him. Later on, whilst I was out in the wheelchair, Mike was moved to another room. This one was slightly bigger and when I got back to my room my heart sunk to see his room empty. Even his name had gone off of the door. I wheeled into my room without noticing my name had gone too. It was with my heart in my boots that a nurse wheeled me to a different ward and a new side room. Mike whistled at me as I came in and instantly my world came alive. Something else did too, but we'll not go into that. It was about now that the really painful bit was to start. That afternoon, Mr Jones, father and the Police Inspector all came in together. Time to relive the last few days in full trauma-vision! It was a long slow process telling the whole story to the Inspector and I broke down several times. Mike was in tears too almost all of the time as he heard what I had been through. Even now Mike didn't tell me he had guessed who my secret admirer was. That was to remain his secret. Later that evening, Mike and I were snuggled down together when I noticed something was missing, his cast. It had been removed shortly after he was admitted, but with his arms being under the covers most of the time I hadn't noticed it. Our families had decided, with our help, that we didn't need them around for tonight and this left Mike and I pretty well alone all night. Except for the occasional nurses rounds that is. Oh how we kissed! We couldn't get any closer than we were already. It was absolute heaven and I thanked God for my lover more than once too. What was more, Mark had left us a little present under Mike's pillow. A pack of condoms! For someone who used to be known as a thug and bully, he had a really sensitive and thoughtful nature. Needless to say we planned to use two of the three in the pack. My plaster cast didn't prove to be too much of a disadvantage. Neither of us was really strong enough for anything to strenuous, but then again, does it have to be strenuous to be awesome? After the nurse had finished her rounds, I slipped back into Mike's bed and we started kissing again. Between us there were three hands gently exploring and pleasing as they went. Mike was busy teasing me to the point of no return before he tried to put the condom on me. We laughed until we cried. Neither of us had ever seen one before never mind tried to put the damn thing on. Perseverance prevailed and Mike succeeded. A few minutes later, I was rocketing skywards as Mike took everything I could give. It was better than ever. That may have been because of the risk of getting caught, or purely because of what had happened to us recently. It was my turn now to put a condom on Mike. I gave up in the end and Mike did it. I don't think we have laughed so much in a long time. Mind you, these hospital gowns are a brilliant design for easy access and before too long I was in heaven again and Mike was chasing me there. The following morning one of the doctors, a specialist, came in to see us. He talked to us for ages about the dangers of unprotected sex and how promiscuous today's young were. We had to try extremely hard not to laugh while he was talking and when he finished he handed us a giant sized box of condoms and told us to be careful. Mike hid the box in his bag just before our families walked in. That was too close for comfort. After the doctor had completed his rounds we were told we could both go home, but I had to have my plaster removed first. Mike came with me and we had a laugh along the way. We saw Arkwright in Outpatients and chatted to him for a short while before I was called in. The nurse who saw us remarked how we seemed to be inseparable and jokingly commented about us being joined at the hip. I looked at Mike and he looked back at me. "Well, actually it's more here than the hip." I said as I gently rubbed the front of my trousers. "Ok. So I got it wrong. Besides, plugs and sockets can be separated without surgery." We all burst out laughing. "But one thing lads. Please be careful!" Both Mike and I nodded and a few minutes later left the hospital. For once we both felt completely free and mutually held hands. Neither of us really cared any more who saw us. We knew that our destinies lay along the same path and so we would walk that path together. * * * * * * * * * If you have any comments please email me at teller_of_tales@hotmail.com as usual flames will be ignored. I would like to thank Marc for his help proof reading the story and Chris, Trey and Marc for stirring my grey matter when it needs it. Thanks all of you.