Date: Mon, 25 Jun 2012 16:32:44 +0000
From: ryanstories@yahoo.com
Subject: Blast in Bermuda ch 5

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When Ritchie woke up from the deep slumber that the seditive had placed him
in, he didn't really quite know if what had happened was all a dream or
not. How he wished that Nathan would enter the room and the two of them
could start fighting all over again, just the way it has always been ever
since he had met the latter. But the flashbacks of that Spanish fucker
climbing on top of Nathan, who by that time was badly hurt, exhausted and
dehydrated, Ritchie launching himself at the Spaniard and the fight that
started for life and death. Ritchie remembered the devistating kick he got
from the man in his balls, who then pulled the gun on him and pulled the
trigger. But somehow he was still alive. What the fuck happened...NO!!
Ritchie started to burn up when he finally remembered the body of Nathan
lying on the white pearly sand with the blood seeping from him. His
temperature skyrocketed as he couldn't deal with the fact that Nathan, the
boy he loved, might be dead. Suddenly the door burst open and two nurses
came running inside, talking in a language that Ritchie didn't
understand. All that he wanted was to get to Nathan, and see if he was
alright, and if not, to see his body. He wanted to tell him he loved him
one more time. Ritchie felt another prick on his left arm, and within
seconds his body had drawn to a standstill, he calmed down and stopped
thrashing around on the bed. His eyes felt very heavy, but he fought
against closing them. But resistance was futile as he finally gave in, with
Nathan being the last thing on his mind.

When Ritchie woke up for the second time, he looked straight into the eyes
of their Tourism teacher, Mr Coleman. He tried to sit up quickly, but that
was not the best idea in his condition.

"Ritchie, for the love of God, would you calm down! Nathan was shot, but he
will be fine, okay? Just calm down!"

"Nathan...Nathan was shot? By who?" Ritchie asked, determined and shocked
to hear this state of events.

"Ritchie, I'll tell you, but you have got to calm down! Please," Mr Coleman
sighed before carrying on. "The man who kidnapped Nathan, his name is
Cristo Rodriguez. Apparantly there was some jewelery stolen years and years
ago from the Spanish Kingdom, for whom Cristo's grandfather worked at the
time. After the treasure was stolen, they had fleed from Spain trying to
get a country where nobody would look for them, where nobody would be able
to find their gold, ofcourse, they were Spanish, they could not risk
staying in their own country. They were apparantly on their way to the
Dominican Republic, where Cristo's grandfather had some family, but halfway
there they were attacked, robbed and subsequently killed by pirates who was
roaming the seas in that time as they were travelling by ship in those
days. Cristo's father told him he had found out that the pirates had hidden
the treasure at some point in the Carribean area, because with all that
gold, it would have been impossible to find any more due to the weight. It
will seem that they chose to hid the diamonds and other jewelery inside
those two hollow statues before they took off. At least, that it was Cristo
had confessed to the Bermudan police yesterday."

"Cristo is alive?" Ritchie whispered, his voice suddenly numb.

"Yes son, he is alive, but very weak. When you jumped on Cristo and started
fighting with him for the gun, he kicked you in your genetals, so you would
give in, and he sebsequently pulled the gun on you. Just as he was about to
pull the trigger...Nathan...Nathan pushed Cristo out of the way in into the
ocean. The gun had accidently gone off, and Nathan was shot in his
leg. Don't worry, he is fine, and the bullet has been removed."

"Oh thank God...but then how did Cristo get shot?"

"The fucking hotel security...I don't know what the hell they get paid
for. One of the guards FINALLY showed up and shot Cristo in his chest. Like
I said, he is very weak, but at least now we know about why he and that
diver was always buggering around the hotel and those two statues."

"What will happen to the jewelery now?"

"Well, its part of the Spanish Kingdom still after all these years. I
suspect the Bermudan Ambassy will make contact with them and let them now
they can collect it. Workers of the hotel are busy removing it now under
strict security. Anyway, you were brought to the hospital to have you
checked out, especially because of that kicked you recieved to your
balls. You were given a clean bill of health, your little friends down
there were just a bit bruised," Mr Coleman said, smiling as he did, before
patting Ritchie on his shoulder.

"Mr Coleman...remember before at the hotel...I wanted to talk to you about
something?"

"Yes I do. You wanna do it now or shall we wait until you're released?"

"Sir, im in love with Nathan."

Mr Coleman stopped in this tracks. He had long suspected this but he had
rather chosen not to bring it up infront of his two star pupils. He looked
at Ritchie with tenderness and fear. Oh my boy, this is only the beginning
of the difficulties that lies ahead for you in life, he thought silently.

Ritchie took Mr Coleman's silence as a token that he was disgusted with
him. He turned on his side and quietly began to cry, clutching the pillow
with both his hands. If his Tourism teacher had taken this so badly, what
about his parents, his friends, family...and Nathan himself? He wiped off
his tears before he saw Mr Coleman seating himself in the chair next to the
bed, before taking both of Ritchie's hands into his own.

"Ritchie, now you listen to me. You have nothing to be ashamed of. Love is
a wonderful feeling, one that triumphs and defeats all others. I had my
suspicions about you two. Even though you couldn't stop fighting and
bitching and calling each other names and competing all the time, there was
this mutual respect, which told me otherwise. Ritchie, what Im saying is
that although Nathan might not know it yet, I really think he feels the
same way about you aswell. What would you feel if someday you find out that
Nathan has changed schools?"

"I'd be sad because there would be no one to compete with."

"Exactly Ritchie! You two were made for eachother. You bring the best out
of eachother. Without Nathan you would most probably still be the top
student in class, but I reckon you wouldn't have scored the marks you
did. The rivalry with Nathan has pushed you both to try and out do the
other. And when you both leave school and go to universities? What's the
chances you'll go to the same one? That's when Nathan will realise just how
much he really misses and cares for you."

Ritchie sighed, having taken all this in while Mr Coleman was talking. He
remembered the look on Nathan's face when he told him how he really felt
about him. Nathan simply walked out that night and the next time he saw him
was on the beach before he got shot. Then Ritchie sat upright very
carefully, not even minding the throbbing pain in his head.

"Sir...did you say...Nathan pushed this Cristo guy out the way just as he
was about to kill me?"

Mr Coleman released Ritchie's hands before answering. "Yes son, he did. I
was trying to get the security's attention before I saw him dash down to
you. He literally Rugby tackled Cristo away from you, and unfortunately the
bullet shot him in the leg. Ritchie, you two need to talk this
through. Does he know how you feel about him?"

"I did tell him, last night before Cristo kidnapped him. He just walked
out..."

Mr Coleman finally stood up and walked to the door, opening it before
turning around to face Ritchie.

"You will never know unless you take the chance," he said before stepping
out, closing the door behind him, leaving Ritchie with his thoughts.

***

The story about what had happened at the hotel spread like wildfire all
over the tropical island of Bermuda. Some Spanish reporters had actually
arrived from Madrid, Barcelona, Almeria, Tenerife, you name it. Everyone
was interested in the story that had gathered Bermuda this kind of
publicity they have not had for a very long time. Ritchie was finally
released from hospital, but Nathan still had to stay because of
complications with his leg, as Septicemia (the poisoning of blood) was
diagnosed in his leg, and they had to operate again. As Ritchie entered the
lobby of the hotel, Cindy, Jessica, Mr Coleman and the rest of the staff
all stood up and clapped hands, welcoming him back like a hero. They were
treated to a free five star meal before the police wanted some more
statements from Ritchie, who was so fucking tired, but knew he had to give
them all the info he had. Once it was past eleven in the evening, Ritchie
made his way to his and Nathan's room. He could smell Nathan's cologne in
hanging in the air as he opened the door. Just as he thought he could get a
moment's peace, he heard a voice behind him.

"Lets go inside...I wanna show you something..."

Ritchie allowed Cindy to enter and close the door quickly behind him. Cindy
was standing infront of him wearing a very thick furcoat. Before he could
do or say anything, she allowed it to drop from her body, leaving Ritchie
staring at the nakedness of his girlfriend. As if it was all yet another
dream, Ritchie saw Cindy walking over towards him. Her eyes was gazed on
his trousers and what lied within them. She gently reached her hand to his
crotch and started to feel his package, one that she had had in her mouth
and pussy many times before. About after a minute of caressing she knew
there must be something wrong. Ritchie's dick was still soft and felt like
it didn't harden even an inch. She looked up into Ritchie's face and show
that he was silently crying while he was shaking his head.

"What's wrong, love? Is it too soon after what happened?" she asked,
caressing his cheek. Ritchie just continued to shaking his head, in sheer
disbelief. Finally he reached out and grabbed Cindy's hand before leading
her to the sofa, where he made her sit down before he knelt infront of her.

"Cindy...I cannot do this anymore. I know im gonna hurt you more than you
have ever been, but I have no choice."

Cindy, who was in a sort of trance hearing these words, immediately ripped
her hands from Ritchie's, looking at her boyfriend with curiosity and
doubt.

"Ritchie...don't even think about breaking up with me or something. Please
love, tell me this isn't a break up. I beg you!"

"Im sorry! Fuck, Im so, so sorry. Im in...Im in love with someone else, and
Im sorry, but we...I can't do this anymore!" Ritchie said, choking back his
sobs.

"Who? Who the fuck is the slut? One of the waitresses around here? One of
the tourists who paid you to sleep with her? Tell me, you fucking coward,
who it it?"

Ritchie stood up and walked over to the counter, where he placed his head
in his hands. The sobs that he was doing his best to choke back didn't want
to any more. Cindy was not caring either way though. She rushed from the
sofa and pulled him around to face her.

"I asked...WHO IS IT??" she whispered, her voice sounding more dangerous
than ever before.

Every emotion, every feeling, every fear that Ritchie had been through
these last couple of days seemed to catch up with him, he didn't wanna
fight to deny the truth any longer. He wiped his tears, looked straight
into Cindy's eyes and answered:

"Its Nathan."

He expected Cindy to retaliate, to say something, to tell him he was lying,
to accuse him of cheating on her or SOMETHING. She just remained quiet,
with a dash of utter defiance in her eyes. Her hands dropped from his body,
allowed it to hang loosely and pathetically next to her. She didn't remove
her gaze from Ritchie's however. Finally she got some life in her body,
when she turned around and grabbed her furcoat, putting it on, before
nearing Ritchie yet again. Her eyes was blazing this time..

"You fucking faggot," she said before she spat on his face. The white,
slimy drool dripped and slided off the side of his cheeks. Cindy grabbed
the door and walked out, leaving it open. Ritchie grabbed the dishcloth and
wiped the spit and saliva off his face. He then close the door and walked
into the bedroom, allowing his body to fall flat onto the matress, and
within seconds, the teenager was fast asleep.

***

The sun was shining brightly into the bedroom until one of its rays flowed
over Ritchie's teenage face, which woke him up. The first thing he noticed
was the smell of coffee, Jacobs Kreuning to be precise. He flung himself
off the bed before running to the kitchen. And there he saw the love of his
life, the boy who had stolen his heart the minute he had layed eyes on
him. Nathan was busy toasting some bread and didn't see Ritchie behind
him. When he turned around to grab the peanut butter, he saw the latter
standing in the doorway, looking straight at him. The two of them stood
there what must have felt like an eternity, before Ritchie decided to make
the first move. Mr Coleman was right. He would never know what might have
been should he not at least try. Ritchie walked over to Nathan, still with
the two slices of toast in his hand. Neither had the courage to say the
first word. Ritchie then fiercely grabbed Nathan and embraced the boy,
holding him tightly. The two slices of bread fell out of Nathan's hand and
onto the floor as he returned the hug with equal passion and
needyness. Both boys felt it. The need to be there for eachother, to feel
the other's heartbeat, to feel the love they shared. Ritchie was the one to
break the embrace and run his hand upwards to Nathan's cheek, caressing it
with his palm.

"When did you get out of hospital?" Ritchie whispered.

"Early this morning. Apparantly there's nothing more they can do for my
leg, except to wait for nature to take its course. I have to use those in
the meanwhile," Nathan said, pointing to the two crutches that was neatly
placed beside the fridge where he could easily get hold of them.

Ritchie suddenly didn't know what to say to Nathan. Yesterday there would
have been so much, but today there was just...nothing. He walked away from
Nathan and placed two new slices of bread into the toaster. He took the
milk out of the freezer and poured it into their coffee, before adding one
spoon of sugar to his and three to Nathan's. Only then did he see Nathan
standing beside him, with a huge ass smile on his face.

"How did you know I take three sugars?" Nathan asked.

"Dude, we have known eachother for two years, we have been on fuck loads of
Rugby tours together, I just know," Ritchie said quietly. He felt an arm
crossing over his shoulder, squeezing him tightly. Ritchie stopped stirring
the coffee and nervously looked over into Nathan's eyes. They were tender
and sparkling in the sunlight which was streaming into the room.

"You were prepared to die for me, weren't you? You jumped on Cristo knowing
he had a gun. Why did you do that, Ritchie Rich?" Nathan whispered, his
head very close to Ritchie's, who could hardly get a word out being so
close to Nathan. Eventually his tongue got its life back and he simply
answered:

"Because I love you, Nathan Barton."

Nathan released Ritchie, took his coffee and walked over to the
sofa. Ritchie also picked up his cup and sat next to Nathan. Ritchie then
slowly reached over and took Nathan's hand in his. Nathan didn't pull it
back.

"Cristo was going to shoot me, Nathan. You tackled him out of the way and
got shot in the leg. Why would you do that?"

Nathan, still holding on to Ritchie's hand took a sip of coffee and then
placed the cup on the coaster. He turned his entire body to the latter and
looked deep into his eyes.

"Because I love you, Ritchie McCormick. You complete me."

The tears fell out of Ritchie's eyes one by one, scattering them over his
cheeks.

"Come on, Nate. You don't really mean that. You're straight..."

Nathan took both Ritchie's hands into his own.

"You risked your life to save mine. Ever since I saw you I know there was
just that "something" about you. At first we competed in class and then on
the Rugby field. It became my obsession to beat you at everything I
could. Until a couple of days ago, I was thinking that I hated you because
you were rich, you had everything going for you, even a girlfriend which I
wanted at the beginning. But Ritchie Rich...I could still go on living my
life without Cindy. But if I were to lose you, there would be nothing left
to fight for."

Ritchie closed his eyes. This wasn't a dream. This was real, this was
happening.

"We complete eachother, Nathan. That's what Mr Coleman also said."

"I know, he came to fetch me this morning. Im sorry I left the hospital
that night after you told me you loved me. That was just the last thing I
ever expected to hear you say, concidering our history. But when I was
kidnapped and had to wait in that hell hole, it hit me. Whatever I've done
in the past two years, it was because of you. To beat you, to do better
than you, or aspire to reach what you did. You were never out of my mind,
Ritchie. Even when I hated you, you were all I could think about."

Ritchie leaned forward and pressed him forehead onto Nathan's. He smelled
Nathan's freshly showered body, the cleanness of his shirt and smiled to
himself before looking up into the latter's eyes again.

"Where to from here now?" he asked Nathan.

"Well whatever happens, I know one thing for sure. I not letting you get
away from me ever again!" Nathan said before pulling Ritchie to him. He
playfully tucked a strand of Ritchie's hair behind his ears before
lingering his lips onto his.

"I love you," Nathan said before gently placing their lips together. For
Ritchie this was a two year old dream finally coming true. He kissed Nathan
back with every inch and ounce of love he had within him. He pulled
Nathan's head towards his, deepening the kiss as he did so. All too soon
Nathan pulled away, their chests heaving up and down as they smiled at
eachother.

"Come on, you gotta get to work. I've been given a week off," Nathan said
smiling, while kissing Ritchie's forehead.

"Hey no fair! I gotta work and you laying around all day on your back!"
Ritchie snapped back.

"Uhm dude...I was shot in my leg!" Nathan reasoned.

"You could at least come with me, there's no reason why those crutches
should stand there for enjoyment!"

"Maybe I don't want everybody to see my leg's fucked up!"

"Well I dunno why I bother! I should let you fail this assignment, so I can
get top marks yet again!"

"You just try that Ritchie Rich..." Nathan said before he was cut off by
the door opening. Mr Coleman stuck his head inside.

"I see nothing has changed. Even now that you are in love with eachother,
you're still going on like two bitches in heat. Kiss and make up and then
get your asses to breakfast!" he said before winking at them, closing the
door.

Ritchie and Nathan quickly turned towards eachother and burst out
laughing. It was literally uncontrollable! Ritchie grabbed Nathan once more
and gave the boy he loved an earthshattering kiss. Nathan embraced Ritchie,
holding him tight against his body.

"I love you so much," he whispered in Ritchie's ear.

"Ditto", said Ritchie before they made their way down to the dining room,
the burnt toast and coffee all forgotten.



THANKS FOR READING!! Seems like Ritchie and Nathan have finally found their
love for eachother. BUT?will it last? Will Cindy try and get revenge? And
what will happen when their parents and friends at school find out?

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