Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
Warning: This is slash! That means two males will be engaged in a sexual relationship. If you don't care of stories of this nature press the back button. I won't be posting anything NC-17 on ff.net. If you want those parts e-mail me at [email protected] and I'll send them to you. If there's an NC-17 part that goes with the chapter it will be indicated in the author's note. If there's is a purely NC-17 chapter it will be indicated in the author's note of the previous chapter.
Author's Note: This is my first slash story so be nice and give me feedback! Any comments (other than pointless bashes) are more than welcome! And thanks to my beta, Mandi for catching my screwups! *Grins* Any remaining mistakes is me being stubborn.
Prologue
Tommy sighed as he collapsed into bed, curling up on his side. It had been a busy day. He smiled softly. One thing was for sure, he had good friends. They had all somehow managed to contact him today, trying to keep his mind off things. He had really needed that.
If Rocky and Kim hadn't shown up on his doorstep that morning he knew he would have stayed curled up miserably in bed all day. But they had come. Armed with blueberry pancakes, somewhat forced smiles and a lot of Rocky's bad jokes, they had managed to draw him out of his bedroom and eventually out of the apartment. Tommy loved them for trying to help him, was thankful for the effort, but as hard as they had tried it hadn't really helped.
It still hurt. Even after five years it still hurt; the same burning intensity that it had at first.
Tommy wasn't going to deny that he did have better days more often now; dragging himself out of bed wasn't quite the chore that it had been in the first weeks and months. But the wound that scarred him still throbbed with a deep, if slightly duller, pain and Tommy knew it would be a long time before it healed, if it ever did.
Rolling over, Tommy reached out for the picture that was always on the table beside his bed. He lovingly ran his fingers over the glass, tracing the face that smiled up at him from beside his own. He could still feel the strong arms wrapping around his waist and pulling him close as they did behind the glass. He had to lie back as tears flooded him.
Closing his eyes, Tommy could remember the moment the picture captured as if it had just passed. He could feel his lover's arms holding him, drawing him against the solid chest as they kissed and remembering how sweet the taste of that warm tongue had been when it was in a gentle duel with his own.
The smell of shampoo and soap and something else simply indescribable that made up his lover's scent no longer lingered in the sheets or house they once shared but Tommy could remember it as vividly as if he still had his head resting on his lover's shoulder. The deep, husky whisper of a murmured 'I love you' still sounded in his ears when he was lonely and he could picture a pair of laughing, deep brown eyes twinkling as they smiled at him when they were wrapped in each other's arms. Every detail of his love lived on in his memories.
A chocked sob wrenched its way through the silent house, bubbling up from inside of Tommy before he could think to stop it. A trail of moisture slipped down his cheek and that first tear of the day brought an onslaught of others. The pain surged around him as intensely as it had five years ago when a heart monitor let out a shrill beep and he had been left in a lonely, cold world because his lover, his life, was taken from him. He wept as he had then, for losing a love that swallowed him so deeply he didn't know which was up and which way was down but knew he was loved so fully, so completely, that he no longer cared if he ever reached the surface.
The gasping sobs continued until weariness took a firm hold of him and his body was forced to give into its exhaustion. The day had been too long, as had the many days before it. Tommy's heavy heart still cried for his lost love and even the void of sleep couldn't stop his weeping. Tears continued to streak down his face long after he had been taken over by sleep.
Later, when Tommy had sunk into an uneasy slumber, a figure appeared in the shadows of the room. He eased onto the bed beside Tommy, reaching out to gently wipe away the still falling tears. He carefully shifted the sleeper into his arms without waking him and pressed a tender kiss against his creased brow as he slowly ran his hands over Tommy's body, trying to ease away some of the tension that kept him from relaxing.
The figure sighed as he wrapped Tommy tightly in the warmth of his body. Tommy murmured a few incoherent words softly and snuggled further into his embrace. The lines on his forehead disappeared as he began to relax. Some part of him suspected who was holding him and his eyes fluttered as his heart urged him toward wakefulness.
"Shh. Sleep. I'm here now." The deep voice soothed, "I'll be here later, when you're rested."
Tommy recognized the voice in an instant and sighed in contentment as he started to slip back towards sleep, his mind untroubled. He relaxed and let himself drift off in what he now knew to be his lover's arms. He wasn't sure whether he was dreaming or not but he decided he didn't care. If he was dreaming, he hoped he never woke up.
Just before sleep took him completely, he heard the voice whisper to him again. The three simple words brought a gentle rush of warmth to his soul. "I love you."
Opening one eye halfway and looking up at his lover's face he murmured, "I love you too, Jason."
Warning: This is slash! That means two males will be engaged in a sexual relationship. If you don't care of stories of this nature press the back button. I won't be posting anything NC-17 on ff.net. If you want those parts e-mail me at [email protected] and I'll send them to you. If there's an NC-17 part that goes with the chapter it will be indicated in the author's note. If there's is a purely NC-17 chapter it will be indicated in the author's note of the previous chapter.
Author's Note: This is my first slash story so be nice and give me feedback! Any comments (other than pointless bashes) are more than welcome! And thanks to my beta, Mandi for catching my screwups! *Grins* Any remaining mistakes is me being stubborn.
Prologue
Tommy sighed as he collapsed into bed, curling up on his side. It had been a busy day. He smiled softly. One thing was for sure, he had good friends. They had all somehow managed to contact him today, trying to keep his mind off things. He had really needed that.
If Rocky and Kim hadn't shown up on his doorstep that morning he knew he would have stayed curled up miserably in bed all day. But they had come. Armed with blueberry pancakes, somewhat forced smiles and a lot of Rocky's bad jokes, they had managed to draw him out of his bedroom and eventually out of the apartment. Tommy loved them for trying to help him, was thankful for the effort, but as hard as they had tried it hadn't really helped.
It still hurt. Even after five years it still hurt; the same burning intensity that it had at first.
Tommy wasn't going to deny that he did have better days more often now; dragging himself out of bed wasn't quite the chore that it had been in the first weeks and months. But the wound that scarred him still throbbed with a deep, if slightly duller, pain and Tommy knew it would be a long time before it healed, if it ever did.
Rolling over, Tommy reached out for the picture that was always on the table beside his bed. He lovingly ran his fingers over the glass, tracing the face that smiled up at him from beside his own. He could still feel the strong arms wrapping around his waist and pulling him close as they did behind the glass. He had to lie back as tears flooded him.
Closing his eyes, Tommy could remember the moment the picture captured as if it had just passed. He could feel his lover's arms holding him, drawing him against the solid chest as they kissed and remembering how sweet the taste of that warm tongue had been when it was in a gentle duel with his own.
The smell of shampoo and soap and something else simply indescribable that made up his lover's scent no longer lingered in the sheets or house they once shared but Tommy could remember it as vividly as if he still had his head resting on his lover's shoulder. The deep, husky whisper of a murmured 'I love you' still sounded in his ears when he was lonely and he could picture a pair of laughing, deep brown eyes twinkling as they smiled at him when they were wrapped in each other's arms. Every detail of his love lived on in his memories.
A chocked sob wrenched its way through the silent house, bubbling up from inside of Tommy before he could think to stop it. A trail of moisture slipped down his cheek and that first tear of the day brought an onslaught of others. The pain surged around him as intensely as it had five years ago when a heart monitor let out a shrill beep and he had been left in a lonely, cold world because his lover, his life, was taken from him. He wept as he had then, for losing a love that swallowed him so deeply he didn't know which was up and which way was down but knew he was loved so fully, so completely, that he no longer cared if he ever reached the surface.
The gasping sobs continued until weariness took a firm hold of him and his body was forced to give into its exhaustion. The day had been too long, as had the many days before it. Tommy's heavy heart still cried for his lost love and even the void of sleep couldn't stop his weeping. Tears continued to streak down his face long after he had been taken over by sleep.
Later, when Tommy had sunk into an uneasy slumber, a figure appeared in the shadows of the room. He eased onto the bed beside Tommy, reaching out to gently wipe away the still falling tears. He carefully shifted the sleeper into his arms without waking him and pressed a tender kiss against his creased brow as he slowly ran his hands over Tommy's body, trying to ease away some of the tension that kept him from relaxing.
The figure sighed as he wrapped Tommy tightly in the warmth of his body. Tommy murmured a few incoherent words softly and snuggled further into his embrace. The lines on his forehead disappeared as he began to relax. Some part of him suspected who was holding him and his eyes fluttered as his heart urged him toward wakefulness.
"Shh. Sleep. I'm here now." The deep voice soothed, "I'll be here later, when you're rested."
Tommy recognized the voice in an instant and sighed in contentment as he started to slip back towards sleep, his mind untroubled. He relaxed and let himself drift off in what he now knew to be his lover's arms. He wasn't sure whether he was dreaming or not but he decided he didn't care. If he was dreaming, he hoped he never woke up.
Just before sleep took him completely, he heard the voice whisper to him again. The three simple words brought a gentle rush of warmth to his soul. "I love you."
Opening one eye halfway and looking up at his lover's face he murmured, "I love you too, Jason."