Date: Thu, 5 Jul 2012 01:28:14 +0000
From: ryanstories@yahoo.com
Subject: Time can heal ch 2

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Keagan opened his eyes, blinked twice and saw the sun streaming in through
the windows of the room he was in. He lifted up his head a wee bit and saw
that he was on a bed. As he looked around him with utter confusion, he saw
that he was still in the exact same room in the one he awoke the previous
day.

"Fucccck, I thought that was a fucking dream, for fuck's sake," he
whispered out loud before swung his legs over the side of the bed and
gently lifted his 16 year old body to its natural upright position. He
walked over the window and peered outside. Gone was the resort. Gone was
the Saldanha he knew all his life. Gone was Seth and Uncle Michael. Gone
was his dad...WAIT!!! Keagan turned around so fast that he accidently
stumped his toe against the cupboard next to the window. He placed his fist
in his mouth in order not to scream out loud for the sheer pain that
travelled throughout his throbbing foot. When the pain had somewhat
subsided, his brain got thinking straight again. If all this was real, if
this wasn't a fucked up nightmare, then the part of meeting the teenage
version of his father must have been true aswell. He could remember meeting
his grandfather, whom he was told about but never met as his father had
told him that his Grandfather had died a few months before Keagan was
born. As Keagan was struggling to decide if he should climb out of the
window to escape, the door opened yet again. Keagan's eyes widened yet
again as his father, or rather, the 16 year old Brian Henderson entered the
room with a steaming cup of coffee.

"Morning, how did you sleep dude?" Brian asked Keagan, walking over to him
and handing him the cup.

"Uhm...well...yeah I did...yeah" was all that Keagan managed to get
out. Brian turned around and started to make the bed. Keagan closed his
eyes and wished for this dream to finally end. It wasn't only that he was
freaked out as hell about somehow having travelled back in time, but it was
the fact that he was getting hard. Yes...he was getting hard watching his
dad. He couldn't understand it!! His dad never once gave any indication
that he once looked like this! The teenage Brian was making up the bed
without a shirt on, his rippling muscles flexing and his abs being
highlighted every time he reached out to make sure the blankets and the
duvet was neatly folded. When he was finished he stood upwards, displaying
his entire 16 year old chest, stomach and abs to the already horned up
Keagan. Luckily Keagan was still wearing the clothers that he woked up in
the previous evening, of which the pants was very baggy, and therefore hide
his throbbing erection.

"Something wrong, dude?" Brian asked, with a frown on his face.

"More than you'll ever know...I mean no, nothing. Thanks uhm...thanks for
the coffee," Keagan stammered, not sure what to say.

"Well come on down, my mom made some breakfast. Dad said I must take you
home then afterwards."

"NO!! I mean...that's alright, I'll walk home," Keagan quickly
countered. Heaven knows what would happen if they decided to take him
"home". He looked around and his body started to shake out of control. This
whole situation was way more than Keagan felt he could handle and he was
starting to become afraid that he might be stuck here permanantly in
1992. Brian noticed this, and thinking that the boy might still be
concussed, walked over to him and placed his right arm around Keagan's
shoulder.

"Come on, dude. You'll feel better once you get a little bacon and eggs in
you. Mom makes a mean breakfast. Come with me," he said, directing Keagan,
still with the coffee in his hand, out of the room and down the stairs
towards the kitchen. Keagan however was no where near calming down! The
most beautiful boy he had ever seen was holding him and guiding him
downstairs, and he had to remind himself more than once that this was his
future father. It would have been easier if the teenaged Brian wasn't so
fucking sexy!

As both boys entered the kitchen, Keagan realised just how hungry he was
when he smelled bacon, eggs, pancakes and toast being made, with some also
already having been brought to the table. There were two people seated, his
future Grandfather, and another blond boy, aswell as a woman making more
pancakes.

"Ahhh morning boy! Hope you feel better after fainting on us last night!
You gave us quite a scare!" his Grandfather said, laughing as he
finished. "Come take a seat. You already know my son Brian, this is my
eldest son Michael and over there is my wife, Belinda. I told Brian that he
can take you home after breakfast, your parents must be worried about you
by now."

"Uhm thanks, sir but I told him I'll be fine, I'll walk, its not far from
here," Keagan said before sitting down, when his eye fell on the teenage
version of his uncle Michael. At least there was no chance that he would be
attracted to him! He was as pug ugly as he was as an adult, reading a book
called Huckleberry Finn. Keagan desperately wanted to eat something but
this entire set up was still weird to him. It was then that a plate of food
was placed in front of him. He looked up and saw Brian...his father smiling
down at him. Keagan slowly smiled back. His heart was racing, God...Brian
was so motherfucking hot...why the hell did THIS have to happen?? Brian
then also felt his forehead if he had a temperature. It was ironic...even
here in 1992, his father still looked after him. He then remembered all
those times he misbehaved, and when he called his father a murderer,
blaming him for his mother's death...HIS MOTHER!! This was 1992, a full
fourteen years before she died! It was then he started to wonder if he
would run into her, and if she would recognise him, as Keagan had a great
resemblance to his mother.

Keagan finished the breakfast, which was frankly delicious, and thanked his
Grandmother. Brian got up and grabbed some keys from the top of the fridge.

"Come on, Keagan. Im taking you home," he said. Keagan started to panic and
said the first thing that he thought of.

"I don't...I don't have a home. I've been living on the streets for the
past few months."

All the family members stared at him with a new sort of expression. Keagan
wondered if he hadn't just made the biggest mistake of his life, until
Brian stept forward and yet again placed his arms around him.

"Dad, can he stay? Pretty please dad!" he said, his eyes twinkling.

"Valerie?" Xavier directed the question to his wife.

"Do you really have no family members left?" she asked Keagan, her face
full of sympathy. Clearly people were a lot more trusting in 1992! If this
wasn't so freakishly ironic, with his Grandmother asking that question,
unknowingly that they WERE his family, that it might have been funny,
however Keagan knew he HAD to lie to save his ass here in 1992. He gently
nodded, his eyes firmly on his father, or the teenaged version of him. He
so longingly wished that his adult father was here right now, God knows he
really needed him!

"That settles it then. You can stay here until you find a place of your
own. In the meantime, you can help Brian and Michael around here with the
fishing."

"Fishing?" Keagan asked, clearly confused, before he suddenly remembered
this was the West Coastal region of South Africa, where the majority of
jobs surrounded around the fishing trade. His father, having grown up here,
had taught him all he needed to know about it, and he was quite equipped to
handle himself with catching, boning and cleaning of the freshly caught
fishes. During the day, he did everything that Brian told him to do. To
make things worse, Brian was shirtless the whole fucking time, showing off
his sexy body to Keagan every fucking minute and even though he wasn't
aware ofcourse that Keagan was his future son, it seemed that he was
getting quite attached to him. He told Keagan that Michael usually carried
on with his own stuff, so it was good to have someone his own age around,
now and then slapping Keagan playfully on the back or hanging his arm
around his shoulder. Keagan could feel the warmth his father's body spread,
and how good it felt having his arm around his shoulder. The way Brian's
chest was staring at him, the muscles in his arms, the strong back muscles
flexing as he loaded the newly caught fish into the trailer. It was almost
four a clock in the afternoon when Keagan simply could handle no more. He
was already having feelings for Brian...FUCK...his FATHER...that he really
shouldn't have. Brian announced that he was going to a shower when they
returned home, and Keagan took his chance and bolted for the ocean. He ran
and ran until he was gasping for breath but he would not stop until he
reached the shore. Tired, he glanced his eyes over the waters. Somehow, he
was travelled here from 2012 when he was floated deep into the current. He
remembered Seth telling him to get out, and then he thought about his dad
somewhat, and before he knew it, he had travelled further into the sea than
he had ever been. There was that thunder storm, and when he left the ocean,
he was in 1992. So all he had to do was to swim in far enough, and
hopefully something would happen that will take him back to 2012???

Before he could enter the water, he heard a couple of voices speaking very
loudly to this left hand side. He sighed. He couldn't go in far now whilst
these girls were here. There were three of them, coming his way. He looked
away, and suddenly turned around and took a second look at them. The one
walking in the middle look VERY familiar. Infact she had Keagan's eyes to
be exact. Keagan felt a tear rolling down his cheek as he stared at the
teenage version of his mother. She looked so happy, chatting and laughing
with her friends as they passed a magazine between the three of them. She
walked straight past him, not noticing him. Keagan didn't wanna stare,
since his mother ofcourse wouldn't know him, but it was like fate had
intervened...a sudden wind came up and blew the magazine out of their
hands. It flew right up above Keagan's head and fell spluttering into the
ocean water. Keagan immediately dove into the water and retrieved the
magazine. Dripping wet, he returned to shore and ran up to his mother and
her friends.

"Oh my gosh, thank you! This is actually my sister's and she would kill me
if I lost it!" the teenaged Janette told Keagan. One of the girls allowed
her eyes to glance between Keagan and Janette, as if something
was...similar between them. Oh but it couldn't be, she thought and laughed
it off.

"No problem, Mo...I mean, Janette," Keagan stammered.

"How do you know my name? Have we met?" Janette asked.

"Uhm...I...I gotta go," Keagan said as he dashed off back towards the
Henderson's house. Brian was probably wondering where he was. As he entered
the house, still wet, he ran up towards the room which he woke up in, and
locked the door behind him. He fell onto the bed and started to cry his
eyes out. His mother, who died infront of his eyes in that car accident
when he was 10. The fact that was gay, and was inlove with his cousin
Seth. Or so he thought...before he saw and met the teenaged version of his
father. He couldn't help it. He had always loved his father, loved spending
time with him before he himself became such a brat earlier in 2012, but it
was just the normal father-son love. After spending just a day with
teenaged Brian, he was head over heels and knew that he was powerless to
stop it. His gasps and cries was heard by Brian, as he past the door back
from the shower. He turned the doorknob, but the door was locked.

"Keagan? Dude, are you in there?" he shouted.

"Please Brian, just leave me alone!" Keagan sniffed.

There was a short silence before he heard Brian's footsteps walking down
the stairs. Keagan pushed his face into the pillow as the tears kept
flowing freely. If he could only tell his father that he was sorry for
being a bastard brat all year, to say sorry to him for calling him a
murderer! If only his mother hadn't died! I It seemed that it was too late
now as he was fucking stuck in 1992.

Later than night, Keagan must have fallen asleep, because the next thing he
knew, he was being gently shaken awake by Brian. He looked up into his
father's beautiful face and felt his heart flutter with love. Brian
squeezed his shoulder before leaning down so he was face to face with
Keagan.

"Hey...supper is ready. Come on down please?" he whispered.

"Sure, anything for you," Keagan asked without thinking. Brian didn't seem
to see anything wrong with that, or maybe he felt like it was a sarcasting
remark from Keagan as he just smiled and waited for the latter at the
door. Together they walked down the stairs and into the kitchen where a
delicious dinner awaited them.

"Are you still going to the Drive In tomorrow night?" Xavier asked his son.

"Yeah, looking forward to it!" Brian answered, stuffing a piece of steak
inside his mouth.

"What the heck is a Drive In?" Keagan asked.

"Dude have you never been to a Drive In? No better place to watch new
movies," Brian joked. Keagan mentally made a note not to speak for the rest
of the meal.

"What's that nice girl's name again?" Valerie then asked.

"She's called Janette, Mom! And please, don't make too much of it, okay?
She usually dates older boys with motorbikes."

Keagan nearly spat out the Coke he was swallowing when he heard his father
say that, but managed to hide it well.

"Oh is little Brian going on his first date tomorrow night? Better hope it
lasts longer than 3 minutes!" Michael sneered at his younger brother.

"Fuck you, Michael!" Brian countered.

"Language Brian!" Valerie hissed, before wiping her mouth.

"Im sorry, Mom. But tell Michael to stop teasing me then," Brian said.

"Oh I'm sorry, Brian. I'm sorry I hoped your date lasted only three
minutes. You'll be lucky if it happens at all!! Better hope she doesn't
dump you before you even get there!" Michael laughed.

"Didn't you hear what your mom said, fuckface? Or is your life so fucking
dull and boring that teasing your brother is all you have to entertain
you?"

Brian and Michael's eyes went from glaring at eachother to widening at
those strong words coming from Keagan, who was more angry at the teenage
version of Michael than he ever was at the adult one. Even Xavier and
Valerie was dead quiet. Michael quietly stood up and left the kitchen. They
could hear him running up the stairs and then the slamming of a door.

"Well, I don't approve of you language, Keagan, but Michael had that
coming. Anyone for jelly and custard?" Valerie asked, getting up
herself. Keagan's cheeks flushed bright red as he just realised what he had
done. He couldn't bare to look at Brian, and he accidently caught Xavier's
eye, who was looking straight at him.

"Boy, are you sure we aren't related somehow? Man, that attitude makes me
think of my own father! Never took nonsence from anyone!" Xavier directed
his question at Keagan, who shook his head sadly, as he had no choice but
to lie.

After dinner, Keagan had just finished brushing his teeth when he heard
someone enter his room. He wished it was Uncle Michael. He really wanted
another round. He couldn't stand him in 2012 and sure as hell not in
1992. How the hell did a fucker like him bare a beautiful son like Seth
anyway? Just as memories of Seth flooded his mind, he saw his father
sitting on his bed. Shirtless. This. Was. Not. Good.

"Hey...I just wanted to apologise for my brother's behaviour. He's a
asshole most of the time anyway."

"Its cool, Da...I mean...dude. He was looking for shit. So tell me more
about tomorrow night."

"Oh you know, a couple of us are going to the Drive In, but I finally got
the nerve to ask Janette Thompson, she's this really hot girl, if she'd be
my date. Its my first date ever with a girl and I'm nervous as hell."

Keagan sat down next to his father, and for the first time since he arrived
in 1992, he was the one who placed his arm around the latter, not the other
way around.

"Look Brian, I can guarantee that it won't be as hectic as you make it
sound. Just go with it, dude. Anyone would be a fool not to like you."

Brian suddenly got a little frown on his face, looking at Keagan. Just as
the latter wondered if he hadn't gone a little too far this time, he felt
Brian embrace him. Keagan's eyes almost popped out of their sockets, as did
his heart, which was racing. Brian released him quickly and stood up,
walking straight to the door.

"Yo Brian, something wrong?" Keagan asked urgently, scared Brian might know
his secret.

His father turned around, but didn't look at him. It was as if he spoke to
no one in particicular.

"No...its just...for some crazy reason I feel as if I have known you my
whole life," he said before he left the room and closed the door behind
him. Keagan slammed the bed with both his fists. Why the FUCK did this have
to happen?? He was actually jealous of his own mother for going on a date
with his father! Really?

The following day was a Friday, and there wasn't a lot of work at the
fishing factory that needed to be done as the factory would soon close for
the holidays.  Still, Keagan got his fair share of Brian's hot as fuck body
as they shared the duties. Brian had invited Keagan with them to the Drive
In that night, but Keagan immediately refused, saying it really wasn't his
sort of scene. Keagan was becoming thirsty in the hot December summer of
1992 and offered to get them both Cokes. As he entered the kitchen, he got
the two cans, but it was then that he walked straight into Michael.

"Watch where you're going, boy!" he blasted at Keagan before pushing him
slightly.

"You, you better watch out how you talk to me. Im not your fucking slave,"
Keagan said once more without thinking. Michael turned around and stood
directly infront of Keagan.

"Who on earth do you think you are? My parents and brother may think you're
the best thing since slice bread, but you don't fool me. You're not from
around here, that much is clear. I don't care where you come from, but you
better watch your back," Michael said before pushing Keagan yet again. This
time Keagan wasn't in the mood for another fight. He sat down at the
kitchen table, his hands trembling. If Michael could have figured out that
he did not belong here that easily, then it was just a matter of time
before his Grandparents and his father noticed it aswell. He was actually
surprised that they hadn't caught on before. His way of speaking and
manurisms was way different and way more modern than theirs were
ofcourse. Even the way he walked differed from them. Last night's outburst
to Michael was a BIG mistake. Keagan didn't know how long he could still
put up with this farce. He sighed again and left for the factory with the
two Cokes in hand.

Brian was getting ready for his date, so Keagan made sure he remained out
of his way. He was already so in love with his teenaged father it wasn't
even funny. God, how fucked up did that sound!

"Keagan! Keagan, can you come here please?" It was Brian calling him. Fuck
please God don't let him be without a shirt!! As Keagan entered the room he
was relieved to see that his father was fully dressed and standing infront
of the mirror. He turned around and looked at Keagan.

"So buddy, what do you think? Will Janette be impressed?"

If I was my mother I'd let you fuck me all night...Keagan thought before he
answered.

"You look good Brian. You really do. Except...mmm...do you have any hair
gel?"

"Yeah but I almost never use it, why?" Brian asked before handing the pot
over to Keagan, who had a plan up his sleave. He walked over to Brian and
ruffled his hair apart.

"Hey man, that took a lot of time!" Brian complained.

"Bro, just shut up and stand still," Keagan answered back as he mixed some
gel with water from the bathroom. When the hair gel was nice and slick, he
asked Brian to bend his hair foward and got to work. Poor Brian didn't have
the slightest idea what Keagan was doing, but yet again, for some reason,
he trusted him deep inside. Finally when Keagan was done, he left to wash
his hands, and returned.

"Okay, you can look up now."

His teenaged father did as he was told, and Keagan's eyes softened
immencely. He had given his dad a real 2012 hairstyle. Spiked up front, the
hair standing in all directions, giving Brian a real "bad boy" look.
Keagan's heart surged as he looked at the sexy Brian Henderson, the boy who
would become his father in four years time. It was then that Keagan
couldn't control himself anymore. He came a little closer to Brian and
straigtened out his hair for the final time, all while looking deeply into
his father's eyes. The touches was so gentle and almost loving, Brian had
to be a fool not to feel what was going on in Keagan's heart. It was
written all over his face. Their foreheads were very close to touching.

Suddenly it was as if Keagan had snapped out of the moment and stepped back
from Brian. He playfully punched Brian on the shoulder.

"There ya go, dude. All slicked up. You better go. I bet that sexy Janette
is already waiting. Enjoy."

Brian once more couldn't quite figure Keagan out. In his defence, it was
slim to none existant that a attraction between the same sex would happen
in 1992 on a small West Coastal town, so Brian didn't for one moment think
that Keagan was in love with him. But there was something odd about him,
something that Brian SHOULD have felt uncomfortable with, and really would
be been with another boy doing this, but NOT with Keagan. It was as if
Keagan was some sort of "part" of his life. Brian smiled at the latter and
left the room, saying bye to his parents before leaving the house.



THANKS FOR READING!! Keagan is getting closer and closer to revealing his
true feelings for his teenaged father! Will his lust get in the way of his
parents ever getting together? Will Michael figure out somehow that Keagan
is really from the future?  FIND OUT IN CHAPTER 3!!

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