Date: Tue, 24 Feb 2004 23:09:19 -0500 From: Eric Lattenhaus Subject: CRAZY FOR THE BOY - Chapter 8 - Matt & Shawn CRAZY FOR THE BOY - Chapter 8 - Matt & Shawn Matt & Shawn --by Eric L. *** GAY TEEN FICTION *** erotic_dreams_story@hotmail.com Please put MATT in your email subject so I know it's not spam. Thank you. --Eric (Other stories by me at the bottom of this) _________________________________________________________________ ``` IF YOU ARE UNDER LEGAL AGE, DO NOT READ ``` ``````````````````````````````````````````````` CRAZY FOR THE BOY - (Matt & Shawn) - Chapter 8 It is the afternoon after Shawn made love to Matt. Shawn shows up at Matt's hospital room right after school, and has to leave for a dentist's appointment. While Shawn is at the dentist, Kirk visits. Matt and Kirk talk for a few minutes when Shawn returns. "And nothing happened, Kirk? You and Shawn never had sex?" "No, Matt. Never." "Fuck. Then why would Shawn say that?" I asked. "Say what?" Shawn said, walking into the room. ______ "Shawn!" Kirk and I yelled at the same time. My body was quivering. My first thought was that my poor lover was in front of a firing squad--and I forgot that I was one of the guns. I tensed. Shawn froze, his eyes wide. "Hey, brother," Kirk said, his voice laced with acid, "what the fuck--" "Wait, Kirk--let me talk to him," I said as aggressively as possible, hoping the usual would happen and Kirk would back off, just for a moment. I felt more fearful for Shawn and what he was about to go through than for the showdown we were about to have. This was tough. "Hey, guys," Shawn said, gulping hard, his voice shaky. "Shawn," I said, "did you tell me the truth about you and Kirk?" It then occurred to me that I hadn't said 'hello' to him. "Me and Kirk?" Shawn said, starting to tremble. "Yes! About you and Kirk having sex! Did you lie to me about that?" I said. Shawn was horrified. His face distorted, and he leaned on the wall for physical support. He tried to speak several times. Finally, catching his breath, he spoke. "Yes." My heart sank into icy cold water. My world imploded around me. Tears came instantly. I was never so shaken in my life. "Why, Shawn? Why?!!" Kirk shouted at his brother. Shawn looked down, not knowing what to say. His eyes darted from me to Kirk. "I don't know! I just. . . I don't know!" "You fucker! You little bastard!" Kirk screamed. "And a LIAR, too! At least you fucking admitted it--but that's nothing, now! You shit! And look what you did to Matt!" Shawn broke into tears. If Kirk was revving up his emotions for my sake, he was making a bad impression. I never knew Kirk to be so nasty and hurtful. I thought he'd gone too far, attacking Shawn that way, even though I knew emotions would fly high. 'This is his brother, not some street punk,' I thought. This was just way out of line. "Anyway, I'm outta here," Kirk said, "I'll let you guys fight it out." Then Kirk stopped and looked right into my eyes, and smiled. "Well, Matt, I have ONE reason to feel good," Kirk said, raising his eyebrows hospitably. As for me and Shawn, our eyes were glued to Kirk. Then Kirk spoke again, as if to punctuate what had gone before. "I'll NEVER forgive you, Shawn, for saying I made you have sex with me!" Kirk seemed less belligerent when he said that, as if the edge were already taken off. "Wait, Kirk!" I said as he passed through the doorway, but he didn't answer. He was gone. "Oh, God, Matt," Shawn said, visibly shaken, his tears streaming down, "I can't believe my brother . . . acted like that." Shawn seemed numb. My mind was racing with a thousand thoughts, and I replied, still in the trance of them, "When you get home, you may not have a brother." Shawn sobbed deeply, throwing himself face down on the hospital bed, his body pulsating with grief. I took time out to collect my thoughts. I regretted saying that to Shawn about his brother rejecting him--but in my mental state, I'd probably make a worse mess trying to take it back. I was angry at Shawn, and I loved him. The love took over, but the anger remained. The big question was, 'Why did Shawn lie?' As hard as I tried, my mind would not go there. I tried to think of him as a liar, a traitor--but try as I might, I kept seeing him as beautiful--as my lover. Was I stupid? Was I a wimp when it came to Shawn? Could I trust my own feelings, right now? Could I trust Shawn? After crying himself out, Shawn sat up in bed and looked at me-- his tear-stained face a story of sorrow and regret. My face probably didn't look happy either. Shawn just stared at me for a while, looking like he would burst out crying again. "You should really be ashamed of yourself. You lied to me--your lover--the person who wants you and cares for you. You disappointed me, Shawn. I feel like I'm totally let down and shut down. I'm mad, but trying not to let that take over. I honestly don't know what to do or say now. Whatever you say to me now, Shawn, make it true and make it damn good." I thought I'd showed maturity and restraint, but as I heard my own words, I wasn't happy with what I'd said. Silence hung in the air. Shawn waited a while before answering, which made me more nervous. I was sweating. "Matt, I'm sorry," he said softly, crying silently. It felt good to hear Shawn say that, but the good feeling was drowned out while I pondered how to answer--and came up blank, except for the same old built-in responses that just came out automatically. "Shawn why did you do that?" I felt like my father--like I was talking to my son instead of my lover; like a dad talking to a little boy. I hated that feeling. Shawn cried in silence, his tears and occasional jerk of his body the only evidence of his anguish. After a few moments, he looked down, as if the truth of his own thoughts were a heavy burden. "I saw how you and Kirk acted playing tennis, and after, when we all took a shower together that day. You guys seemed to know each other forever. I was like nothing to you." "Okay," I said very quietly with forced patience, trying to listen to Shawn, to get inside his head and understand. "Kirk was my best friend since I can remember." "I wanted to make you mad at Kirk, then you'd want me more, and-- then you would have--" Then, it clicked. "Have a reason for loving you?" "Yes." Shawn said in a surprisingly firm voice. He looked up then, full of regret, but with a yearning--a wild desire that was willing to risk anything. "Matt, I--" "Well, It doesn't work that way. I don't need to be mad at Kirk, and I don't need another reason for loving you, Shawn." "Other reason? You have a reason?" "Come on! What do you think, man!" I was losing patience fast. "Just listen, Shawn--I think you're wonderful, manly, beautiful, sincere, besides being very cute, and a good lover. That's a lot of reasons. But you don't think you're like that, do you?" There was more anger in my voice than I wanted. "No. Kirk is all those things, and--" "Well, yeah, but . . . FUCK!" I said, like a ton of bricks hit me. "What?" "You thought I was going to leave you for Kirk, didn't you, Shawn." "Yeah," Shawn said, his cries turning to sobs again, and his face all distorted. "Matt--You were HARD in the shower, talking to Kirk." "Yeah, after tennis practice. Okay, Shawn, Kirk's sexy--so that had something to do with it, but all through school I was hard when your brother and I showered together. I'm that way in the shower ninety-nine percent of the time, Shawn. You'll find out." "Find out? You mean you still want me?" "Yeah, I love you, you little shit!" I think it was the first time I said, 'I love you' without smiling--but I felt Shawn would take it the way my heart meant it. "What about Kirk?" "I don't love him, Shawn, okay? Ya got that?" "No--I mean yes . . . but--he's mad at me now. What should I do?" "You should hug me, and let me hug you." The tension was too much, and a good hug would relieve both of us. The hug was tentative. We were two wounded animals, not quite trusting each other yet. After a bit, I relaxed and tried to pull out of the hug. That's when Shawn grabbed me tighter, and held on for dear life. Then the heavy-duty sobs came, and mine with his. We stayed that way for a long time in silence. "Oh, boy. Trouble in paradise. So, this is him? You have good taste, Matthew. A little young, but cute," Steve Thurbin said. I guessed it was time for another shot. Hopefully, just the pain shot, this time. Shawn and I both blushed. This was not a time for a visit, even from the medical technician. Shawn got up right away, and went to the far corner of the room. I took his place on the bed and lifted my hospital gown just enough for Steve to give me the injection. He was fast. I turned around right away to see him and Shawn. "Okay, hot boy," Steve said to me with no expression on his face, "No play time today. We're short-handed." And he was out the door. I noticed Shawn, though fearful, had eyed Steve up and down. He never took his eyes off the guy. "Play time?" Shawn asked, looking only slightly quizzical. "Yeah. You're not gonna believe it, Shawn, but that guy is bold as hell." "He knows? Did you tell him?" "Yeah he knows--but I don't know how. I think he's psychic. Yesterday, he walks in and tells me, 'Turn over, sexy,' and I was hard. "Then he asks me if I need help with my boner. I said something about him watching me, but that was the pain shot talking, and he whips it out and jerks off." I left out the part where I jerk off, too. "Oh, God!" Shawn said. Obviously Shawn was shocked, but trying not to show it. "I jerked off, too." I had to get that off my chest. "Oh, no, Matt!" "Yeah. Weird, huh?" "I guess, Matt. But you ARE hot and sexy." "I wanna be that to YOU, but not HIM," I said, sensing there was a lot Shawn wanted to ask, but his face told me he was holding back. "You don't think he'll tell on you, do you, Matt?" "No. No worries there. He should be afraid I'll tell on HIM." "Matt--you didn't like . . . you know, have . . . feelings for him--" "No, Shawn." I guess Shawn was still wondering if I was going to stick by him. He looked nervous. Then something hit me. Kirk was in the room when Shawn made his admission. I was so dense sometimes. "Shawn--Kirk was here when you said you'd lied to me." I said, sounding and feeling like Sherlock Holmes. "Yeah." "Was it true what you said? Had you really lied to me yesterday?" "Yeah--no, I don't know what you mean." Shawn was obviously confused. "When you'd told me yesterday that Kirk had sex with you, you admitted that was a lie. Did you just say that because Kirk was here, and you didn't want a fight on your hands?" "No, Matt. I swear! I thought you believed me!" Then the tears again. This was getting weird to think about--he thought I'd believed him when he said he'd lied. Yes, I did. But now, I didn't know what to think or say. I felt I really screwed up, this time, and shouldn't have asked Shawn that question. I tried to joke about it. "Maybe I'll spank the truth out of you." This put Shawn into the worst panic yet. "Matt, NO! You can't--" "Whoa, Shawn! Chill. I was just kidding." "Okay," he said, the relief on his face unmistakable. "I'll just tickle you till you turn blue." Shawn lifted his arms, invitingly. "Later, boy--when you're not expecting it." I smiled. We were both exhausted from all the tension, said our good-byes, and kissed. Shawn left. ._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._. Later that evening, my parents came to see me. The surgeon popped in while they were there, thank God, and answered all their questions. "What are the risks of this surgery?" dad asked Dr. Fellowes. I noticed mom perked up and looked right at the doctor. "The risks are low. Usually it's just a matter of getting the bones rightly lined up, matching his original jaw line, which we have from an older X-ray, and making a molded 'morphatum,' a semi-soft plastic mask that Matt will wear over his chin and one side of his jaw, to keep the bones in place while they heal." I was watching my dad's face. I could tell that Doctor Fellowes did not cover everything my dad wanted to hear. "Let's get down to brass tacks, doctor, shall we? What is the worst case scenario, the most troubling risks?" Doctor Fellowes seemed stunned by dad's aggressiveness. "Well, in the absolute worst case--death is a possibility with any surgery. Other than that, one of the pieces of jawbone could break as we handle it; a tooth may get damaged; a piece of jaw could escape the suction and stick in the throat, making things difficult. The possibilities are endless, but there's no point in dwelling on the--" "That's all right. Thank you, doctor." dad said, apparently satisfied. I wished dad had never asked that question, and I'd noticed Doctor Fellowes look over at me sympathetically while he was giving his answer. "Is there a safer way to fix his jaw?" mom asked, wringing her hands anxiously. "It's the only way, Mrs. Andikker." ._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._. After my parents left I felt a blue cloud come over me. I was feeling down, down, down. The nurses and the man with the snack cart helped. The snack guy come into my room for the first time, cart and all. "Hey, now, big guy," the man said humbly, "I seen you a couple nights now, an today you looks different. Somthin's not right wit 'cha." He didn't stare into my eyes, just glanced up at me for a moment. That's all he said as I picked out what I wanted from the cart. I usually took a bunch of stuff, and an apple, too--but tonight, I skipped the apple. The kind man had more to say. "I know youse in love," he said, putting an apple on my tray, "an I think might be your cutie pie's troublin ya. But you don' haf ta say nothin. I's jus talkin at 'cha--" "Thanks. You're right. I knew you knew." "Well, I don' know much, but I know what I sees." "It's . . . so hard to explain--" "You ain't gotta explain nuthin to me, 'n' nobody else, either. Just r'member ol' Charlie told you, love always gonna win. 'N' you gotta just know that, 'n' thank God for it--'at's all you gotta do." He tapped the fingers of his right hand gently on my foot, as if to console me. I felt strangely reassured by his sincere warmth. The man turned to leave. He wasn't quite all the way out the door when I cried. I cried for a long, long time. The usual hospital sounds seemed to get louder, and I woke up from my slump. I ate most of my snacks, then I looked at the apple and smiled. I hadn't stopped worrying. I thought I'd call Shawn at home and see how he was doing. It was important to me that Shawn be the one to answer the phone. He was. "Hi Shawn! How are ya?" "Well, um," Shawn said tearfully, "We um, I mean I--" "Shawn, what's wrong?" "Kirk ran away. We can't find him!" erotic_dreams_story@hotmail.com (That's me, Eric) :-) CRAZY-FOR-THE-BOY Chapter 8 More to come? If you write to me (PLEASE DO!), please put "MATT" in your email subject line when you write. Thanks. Otherwise I will think it's spam. You know I'll love your email and answer you. If you write a nice, long email, I will too. If it's short, that's ok, too. I'll keep my reply short. --Eric Other stories by Eric L. . . . That's me! :-) See below. NOTE: ** means NEW or UPDATED RECENTLY HIGH SCHOOL ** 1. crazy-for-the-boy (Matt & Shawn) (You just read this) .../nifty/gay/highschool/crazy-for-the-boy/ ** 2. I-drooled-for-brad (Brad & Robby) .../nifty/gay/highschool/i-drooled-for-brad/ 3. Erotic-dreams (One Chapter Stories, mostly) .../nifty/gay/highschool/erotic-dreams/ INCEST ** 4. 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