Virgin Territory(Author�s Notes: Denotes entries in Elijah�s diary � denotes Elijah�s thoughts)Part 4 - Just Friends? Elijah spent his first night in hospital being woken up - what seemed to him to be every five minutes - and asked a lot of damn foolish questions. His name, date of birth, who was the President now, could he name the person sitting next to his bed, (Dom), and could he add 364 and 297. What? The third time it happened, Elijah flipped. When asked his name he said "Betty Springworth". D.O.B? "June twenty seventh, 1945". President? "Grover Cleveland". The nurse looked at him, wearily. "Mister Wood! We are not asking these questions for our benefit, you know! You have sustained a nasty head injury, among other things, and a bad concussion. If you were to develop pressure on the brain due to a blood clot, I don't think your friend here - (indicating the slumbering Dom) - would be very happy with us, now, would he?" Shit! "I'm sorry!", Elijah blushed scarlet. "I'm just...tired, y'know?" The nurse patted his hand, smiled at him, shone a light in his eyes, said "goodnight, Elijah!", and left him in peace. Dom was still holding his hand. Why the fuck hasn't he gone home like Sean, Orli and Bill? Why is he sitting there, when he's obviously fucking worn out? Why didn't he go home, have a shower, sleep in a real bed, and come back tomorrow? All these thoughts jangled around in Elijah's weary brain until he fell asleep, again. When he awoke, it was morning, and Dom was gone. He felt a pang of loss. He missed him holding his hand. It had made him feel...loved? There it was, again! Love? Yesterday, he had wanted Dom to have sex with him. He wanted Dom to - fuck! I wanted him to take me in his mouth, and blow me into next week! I wanted him to do unspeakable, unknowable, unthinkable things to my ass - and have me do them to his! I wanted...wanted... Elijah sighed. The trouble was, he wasn't quite sure what he wanted yesterday. He still wanted them today, but the feeling was different, more...intense, more...more! Dom came back into the room. "Hello, mate!", he chirped. "Have a good night, did you?" Mate! Yes, that's what Dom is - my "mate", my buddy, my friend. Mustn't let him guess... "Oh, you know! Only woken up about six times by Nurse Dread to have my temperature taken, and thermometer thingies stuck in my ear, that's all!" Elijah grinned a watery grin, and tried to get out of bed to use the bathroom. Dom leapt at him, and pushed him back onto the bed. "Where the fuck d'you think you are off to, Sparkplug? You stay put!" Elijah pulled a face at Dom. "But I wanna pee, Sblom!" Dom giggled. "Look under the sheet, Lighe!" Elijah pushed the sheet down, and found a plastic tube attached to his... WHAT THE FUCK?... "What is this?", he squeaked. Dom looked at Elijah, carefully. "What day is it, Lighe?" "Nurse Dread kept asking me that, and it's still a bloody stupid question! Saturday, of course. We went rafting yesterday, remember, Dom?" "No it isn't, Lighe", very softly. "It's Wednesday". "Wednesday? Fucking Wednesday? How can it?..." Enlightenment struck. Suddenly a face he knew and loved appeared at the doorway. "Hi, Mom!", he said. *** Mom has gone home, now. It's been eight days since I came out of hospital, and I get to go back to work, tomorrow. Just light stuff. Oh, joy! Still, it'll be nice to be doing something! My head doesn't feel as if it's been caught in a vise any more, and I've stopped hurting. The doc came this morning, examined me, sighed "ah! The resilience of youth!" - stupid cunt! He was only about thirty himself - and told me to behave myself. Me! The epitome of probity! Must've been bloody sick! Didn't think about having sex with Dom for nearly a week! Still, I'm thinking about it now! Last night, when the boys came back from their shoots, and we all gathered round to watch this stupid horror film Orli brought, Dom sat on the floor by my feet, and leaned against my leg. He was warm, and after two seconds, so was I! Oh! The great feeling of my dick swelling up, again! Of the prickling in my groin! Of the shooting sparks that ignited my whole pelvic region! Of the delicious heaviness in my balls! Fuck! It's great to be alive! After he'd gone - said he had something to do - I couldn't wait for the others to leave so's I could lie in bed and jerk off to the thought of his...everything! I wish he'd touch me - touch me...there. I wish his hands could be on me. I wish he'd take me in his mouth...oh, tons of nice stuff! I'm well read, so I know what to do - I think! Am I ever going to get to fucking do it, though? It all sounds so...sexy! Much better than Sarah sucking me off behind the ...how long ago was that? A year? Not that she was much good at it - but at least I came, didn't I? Not in her mouth, of course....Shit! Fuck! What am I writing, here? Say I'd died in that river, and Mom got her hands on this journal? Oh, god! Imagine! Her baby boy - a fucking sex maniac, and gay, as well! Am I gay? I love Dom, that's all I know. I'll have to ask someone I really trust, Sean. perhaps - can't have Sblom seeing it! - to confiscate this book in the name of my mother's sanity, if anything happens...fuck! It did happen! Elwood, you dipshit - organize it, stat! Sean watched Elijah pace up and down his living room, wearing a track in the carpet. Sean thought his friend looked worried. Elijah sat down in front of him, just as suddenly. The boy was full of nervous energy. It radiated off him in waves. "Um, Sean?" "Yes, Doodle? What is it? What can I do for you, buddy?" Sean moved forward in his seat, and tried to look Elijah in the eye. He failed. Elijah's eyes were firmly fixed on the floor. "In case of, you know...anything, um...happening to me, again, will you do something for me, something...important. Very important?" Elijah raised his eyes to his friends. Sean saw apprehension there. He went and sat by his side, and hugged him close. "Nothing is going to happen...", he began, but Elijah cut him off. "Just pretend it might, Sean! Will you, will you...oh, fuck! Will you take this, and destroy it for me please - and please, please promise me you won't read it!" Sean saw a thick red book in Elijah's hand. "What is it, bud?" "Um, my journal - diary, Dom calls it! It's...very private, and I don't want anyone to see it, Seanie!" "Why d'you keep it, then, Lij? Most journals are kept to be read at some time or another, y'know!". Elijah fidgeted in his seat. "I'd go mad if I didn't, Sean. I..." Elijah put his head in his hands. "Fuck! I'm a mess!" "No you're not, Lij - you're in love, that's all!" Elijah's head shot up. "What? How the ...oh, god! Does everybody fucking know?" Sean looked at his dearest friend with love for him apparent in his eyes. "Lijah, I don't tattle, even with my wife, about my best friend's sex life - or lack of one! You do love him, don't you?" "Yes", very quietly. "I do, Sean...oh, I do! Promise you'll never tell him!" Sean stared at Elijah. "Don't you ever intend telling him, Doodle? Perhaps he feels the same way about you!" Elijah snorted, and shook his head, vehemently. "Fuck, no, he doesn't! I'm his mate, he told me - I can't tell him, Sean! That would ruin everything! He's my friend, Sean! I don't want to ruin that! It'd be like you telling me you wanted me...oh, shit! Sorry, Sean!" Sean's face wore an inscrutible expression. Elijah stared at him. "How did you know who it was...that it was...him? Shit, if you know, others might see, and..." "No, Lij, you hide it very well, usually. But sometimes, you let it show, and after all this time together, bud - I can read you like a book!" Elijah grinned. "Yeah! The Karma Sutra!" Sean grinned back. "Should be required reading for you, O Flexible One! I bet you could manage all those impossible positions! Now, if you only could persuade Dom to make love to you with an oil lamp balanced on your foot..." Sean stopped, suddenly, when he saw the distressed look on Elijah's face. "I'm sorry, bud! I've got a big mouth!" "It's just...oh, I love him, that's all! I have this romantic notion of us going off into the sunset, hand in hand, walking on rose petals strewn in our path. It'll never happen in a million years! Shit! Let's forget it, and have a beer!" |