C'est la vie
Written by Caleb Wilson
Part 9
Conclusion
He entered the house and the moment the door closed behind him he heard his mother's voice call out from the kitchen.
"Kai, is that you?"
"Yes, Mum," and he made his way into the kitchen and started to help himself to a couple of apple crumble pies from the cake box.
"Don't eat too many or you won't be able to eat your food. You have to eat early today."
"Why, Mum?"
"Because Mrs Clarkson phoned to say that Timothy is home and wants to know if you could go over later this evening and stay the night. I took the liberty to say yes on your behalf and that you'd be there as soon as you've finished your evening meal." He put the second pie back.
"Really, Mum? I was going to go and see Timmy tomorrow. Thought I'd let him settle in with his family today. I'll go up and get showered and changed, then have my meal." He left the kitchen and bound up the stairs, his feelings running riot inside him with the thought of spending the night at Timothy's house. He showered and when he'd finished splashed on some of Jean Paul Gaultier's Le Mâle that his parents had bought him for his fifteenth birthday. After he'd dressed, he packed his nightwear and toothbrush into his backpack and made his way downstairs.
While Kai was having his food, his father arrived home and after being informed that Kai would be spending the night at Timothy's house, his father promptly offered to drive him over. Kai knew that since the knife attack his parents were worried every time he walked out of the front door. They tried to cover up the anxiety they felt, but it was so obvious in their faces. So to try and free them of their worry he would phone them as often as possible en route to whichever destination he was headed. Now when his father offered to drop him off to allay their fears, he accepted the offer. Fifteen minutes later after saying goodbye to his mother, he made his way to the car, his heart hammering at what seemed twice its normal rate in anticipation of being in the same bed, he hoped, as Timothy.
Timothy lay with his legs up on the settee with Linda alongside him resting her head on his shoulder. He fingered the chain around his neck waiting for the boy that had given it to him to make his presence known. He'd gleaned a great deal of comfort from the chain while he was in hospital when all the visitors had left and he was alone. It was the chain and his fingers running over the name and the kiss he remembered while he lay on the pavement that made the hours of loneliness bearable. The boy's parents had seen the chain around his neck while in hospital and had accepted the fact that it meant something special to him. They were pleased that he'd found a friend in Kai, someone who they hoped would help give Timothy another interest in life.
Now while he waited for Kai to arrive his mind focused his friend. How he longed to hold Kai in his arms, but would Kai now be willing to continue their friendship in the manner it had been while he was in hospital, he thought. Or would he now want to keep it at the just good friends level like it was before he had been injured? Now that he had recovered and was home again how would Kai's behaviour be toward him? The bell ringing broke his train of thoughts and he watched as his father stood and made his way to the front door. He felt the chill as Linda left his side and her body heat went with her as she followed her father to see who had come to visit. Then he heard his father's voice.
"Come in, Kai." Then Linda's high pitched voice
"Kai, Kai, have you come to play?", then footsteps and the boy his mind had been focusing on walked through the door.
"Good evening, Mrs Clarkson." Then Kai was turning and their eyes met and he knew in that instant his love for this boy was confirmed and no other would be able to replace him. They stared at each other momentarily then he heard a voice soft and gentle saying
"Hi, Timmy. I came as quickly as I could when I got your message." Then Kai was walking towards the smaller boy who had stood from the settee to greet him. Reaching him Kai wrapped his arms around Timothy to hug him and was quite literally shocked at the thinness of the boy and had to reduce the strength of his hug for fear of hurting him.
"Come and sit beside me," Timothy said patting the settee as he took his seat "and tell me what all has been happening at school."
Later that evening after Timothy had bled Kai dry of all the events he could remember, they sat and watched a movie on the box till he suddenly felt the smaller boy's body resting against him and his head resting against his upper arm. Looking down at the face of the boy he noticed that Timothy had fallen asleep. He looked across at Mr Clarkson who smiled and stood, then walked across to the two boys. He bent and placed an arm around Timothy's shoulders at the same time squeezing his other arm under his thighs, then lifted Timothy into his arms. When he was upright Mr Clarkson asked Kai to accompany him to Timothy's bedroom so he could help to put the boy to bed. He followed Mr Clarkson to Timmy's room and couldn't get over the marked difference to the last time he was in here. The room had been painted, the floor was carpeted from wall to wall and Timmy now had a new wardrobe and dressing table. There was also a computer and a CD player on the desk by the window. His observation of the room was broken by Mr Clarkson calling his name.
"Kai." Turning he saw that Timothy had been placed on the bed.
"Yes, Mr Clarkson?"
"We've noticed that Timothy seems to put a lot of trust in that chain that you gave him and he seems to have grown very attached to you."
"I gave him the chain, Mr Clarkson, just to keep his spirits up and not to be afraid when he was alone in the hospital. It seems to have worked and I'm just as fond of Timothy as he is of me."
"Ah, I see. Very well, do you want to come downstairs again? It's only just gone 9.00 pm. You can come to bed later."
"I'll stay up here, Mr. Clarkson, just in case Timmy wakes and needs anything."
"Okay. If Timothy does wake and needs to change, you can help him."
"Certainly, Mr Clarkson."
"See you later, Kai," and Jack Clarkson left the room to make his way downstairs.
Left alone with Timmy Kai walked around the room to where the PC was and checked it out. Then he saw the CD player and the CDs. There were only about six discs and he smiled when he saw the title of one of them – Stardust – and his mind went back to when Timothy sang the song in his room. The thought of Timothy made him glance toward the bed where the boy of his thoughts lay. Moving across the room he sat on the bed and took the boy's hand in his, then lifted it to his face. He inhaled the aroma of the boy, then kissed the palm of the boy's hand.
"I'd rather you kissed my lips," and startled Kai dropped the hand to see a smiling Timothy looking at him.
"Sorry, didn't mean to disturb you."
"You didn't disturb me, just woke me up really nicely."
"You want to get up now and get changed? I'll help you. Then if you want to, you can go back to sleep."
"You going to stay with me, if I stay in bed?"
"Uh huh."
"Okay. Let me go to the loo first. Can you come with me just in case?"
"Sure," and Kai, a bit embarrassed, followed his small companion to the bathroom. Inside Timothy unzipped his trousers and started to relieve himself. When he'd finished, he turned to Kai saying
"I need to wash. Will you give me a hand to remove my T-shirt and vest?"
"Sure, Timmy," and while the smaller boy flushed the toilet, then sat on the lowered seat, Kai stood in front of him, stooped and getting hold of the lower part of Timmy's T-shirt and vest, pulled them up over the boy's head and upstretched arms. At once Kai saw the ugly red wound where the knife had entered Timothy's side just below the ribs. Looking at the wound Kai thought that could have been him if it weren't for the boy who was now standing in front of him completely naked. Timothy had lowered his jeans and underwear to the floor then made his way past Kai to the bath tub and turned on the shower.
"Timmy, is it safe for you to stand in the shower?" Kai said looking concerned. "You might fall and hurt yourself."
"I don't fancy filling the tub and having a bath."
"Then sit in the bath and I'll hold the shower while you soap yourself and I'll do your back as well." Timothy did as his friend suggested, but instead of sitting in the bath he knelt and sat on his legs. Kai dislodged the shower head and held it in his hand and let the water play over the kneeling boy. "It's not too hot, is it, Timmy?"
"No, but you can let up now. I'll soap myself." Aiming the spray away from Timmy Kai watched as the boy lathered himself with soap, then straightened up on his knees and washed his crutch and the tops of his thighs down to his knees. Handing the soap to Kai he said "Can you do my back, please?"
"Sure," and Kai took the soap and did the boy's back. He heard Timothy sigh, then say
"Nice. You've got gentle hands. Okay, Kai, enough. You're giving me a boner." They both laughed and Kai reluctantly broke contact.
"What about your feet?"
"Yeah, I know. I'm going to sit down and do them."
"You want me to wash them, Timmy?"
"Oh boy, that would be great," and Timothy sat back and lifted a leg to be washed. Kai couldn't help but notice Timothy's manhood that was semi erect and because of his size it looked way out of proportion. He was slightly built before he went into hospital, but since the stabbing he'd lost nearly a stone in weight and now he looked so small that his penis, which was the normal size for a nearly sixteen year old, looked huge on him. Kai washed each foot and leg in turn, then helping Timmy to stand and holding on to him took the shower and rinsed him off from head to toe. When he'd finished he helped Timothy out of the bath, then wrapped a towel around him and gently dried him off.
"Where are your pyjamas, Timmy?" Kai asked. "I'll fetch them for you."
"Don't bother. I'll sleep in the nude." Then wrapping the towel around his waist Timothy went into the bedroom followed by Kai.
"Timmy, do you want anything to drink or eat before you go to bed? I can get it for you."
"No thanks, Kai, but you have something."
"I'll just have a hot drink, then say good night to your parents and come back up again." Timothy dropped the towel on the chair by the PC, then slid between the bedclothes. Kai walked over to the boy in the bed, leaning over him and pecking him on the lips said "Won't be long. Stay awake till I get back."
"Okay."
He made his way to the sitting room. When he walked in, the Clarksons asked about Timothy.
"He's showered and in bed now."
"Do you want anything to eat or drink?" Mrs. Clarkson enquired.
"I'll just have a hot drink if you don't mind."
"We've only got chocolate or Ovaltine."
"Hot chocolate will do fine," Kai said. "If you tell me where it's kept, I can make it myself." After getting instructions from Mrs Clarkson about where the chocolate was kept, he excused himself and made his way into the kitchen. Ten minutes later after having his drink and wishing Timothy's parents goodnight, he returned upstairs. He went straight to the bathroom, brushed his teeth, then washed his face. When he'd finished, he made his way as noiselessly as possible to Timothy's bedroom. At the bedroom door he gently opened it and entered the room closing the door behind him in the same manner. Looking across to the bed he saw that Timothy was lying under the covers on his back, eyes closed. He moved to where his night clothes were and started to undress. On the verge of donning his nightwear he paused, then left it off. Going to the bed and pulling the covers back he switched the light off and slipped between the bedclothes.
The moment he was in the bed an arm was wrapped around his chest and a leg was thrown across his groin area resting on his loins. He rolled onto his side and was just able to make out the shape lying next to him.
"You're awake?"
"Uh huh." There was a pause. "Kai."
"Yes?"
"Love you."
"Love you too. Now go to sleep."
"No, I've been dreaming of this every day I was in hospital. I don't intend going to sleep now."
"Timmy, you have to be careful. You don't know what might happen to your wound if you exert yourself."
"I know what's going to happen to my dick if I don't." He could feel Timothy's breath on his face as he spoke. "And it won't be pleasant if I do it over you in my sleep."
Kai laughed and now that his eyes were getting accustomed to the dark he could see the diminutive figure of Timothy curled up beside him, his face on the edge of his pillow only inches from his own.
"Okay then, but get on top of me full length." Timothy rolled and with the help of Kai lifted his body and lay full length on top of his bed companion, their erections rubbing against each other. Laying his head on Kai's shoulder Timothy rested a bit and revelled in the sensations flowing through his body as Kai stroked his back. He raised himself up searching for the lips that he been wanting to kiss from the moment he'd seen the boy walk through the sitting room door. Now looking down at the face below him he whispered
"Kai" then their lips met and their mouths opened to accommodate their tongues. They drank of each other's fluids and it tasted like nectar to them. They were flying, soaring and swooping, two spirits in perfect harmony as if they were one. Then Timothy broke the kiss lowering himself till his loins were positioned against those of Kai's. Slowly he ground his erection against those of his partner who now began to reciprocate, gradually increasing the speed till Timothy threw his head back calling Kai's name, while Kai himself with his manhood straining for release cried
"Oh God, Timmy, I love you." and erupted. Timmy also acquired that feeling of excruciating pleasure at the same time as Kai. Their loins in harmony jointly spewed forth their juices to spray over their bodies. They lay motionless gasping and panting for breath as they recovered from their exertions and as their manhoods squeezed the last drops of semen onto their bodies.
"Timmy."
"Yes?"
"You okay?"
"Wonderful. Didn't realise you had such a big dick."
"It's only longer. Yours is fatter."
"Funny, isn't it? I'm so small and I have a fat dick."
"Do you want me to clean us?"
"Not yet, Kai. Let's relax for a bit." He lay resting his head on his companion's shoulder thinking this was the happiest day of his life. ‘Please, God, don't let anything happen to spoil it.' He began to drift asleep when he was nudged awake.
"Come on, Timmy. Got to clean you before you fall asleep. Roll off me onto your back and stay like that till I get the wet wipes and tissues." Kai helped the half asleep boy onto his back, then slid out from under the bed clothes and went over to the dressing table where he'd seen the wipes and tissues. Returning to the bed he went over to Timmy's side, knelt down and started to wipe his body, then his loins. With the administrations to his loins with the wipes Timmy's flaccid penis now started to rise. Kai giggled, wiped Timmy with thetissues, then bent over and kissed the end of Timmy's penis saying
"Down, boy." He cleaned himself then, returning to his side of the bed climbed in. An arm and leg were thrown over him, then a pair of lips kissing him on the cheek.
"Thanks, Kai. Love you."
Kai Webster lay revelling in the feelings of happiness coursing through his body. It had taken a beating and knifing of the boy who now lay in his arms for him to find the peace of mind that he now exhilarated in, but he swore to himself that he would never, if it was humanly possible within his power, ever let any harm come to the boy who had nearly given his life for him. Gently he squeezed the sleeping form into his body, kissing the boy's forehead and whispering
"Love you, Timothy Clarkson."
The End
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