12 days until Christmas.
Title: 12 days until Christmas.
Rating: At the moment, fairly nothing.
Summary: 12 days before Christmas, Tom gets mugged and winds up in a hospital with no memory of his past life. One of the other patients gives him a name and starts to help him become someone, and gives him a name, a life and a purpose.
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13/12/06
14/12/06
15/12/06, 16/12/06, 17/12/06
18/12/06
19/12/06, 20/12/06, 21/12/06, 22/12/06
23/11/06
24/11/06
23/11/06
I’ve spent the past couple of days pining over Dan, and been incredibly depressed about it. Dr Hayes is incensed at me… and has been threatening to make my stay there incredibly uncomfortable unless I told her where they’d all gone. Fortunately I had absolutely no idea.
When I was having a bath later on, I was thinking about it all. I thought that Dan must have gone to mine, but then I realised he had no idea where it was, where the key was or anything. It came to me with a sudden realisation that of course he isn’t at mine, and it was so obvious where he was. The glaring red head must have told him where he was, and Dan has gone to stay with him- his only other friend.
I felt a spark of jealousy over it all… I wondered what he and Rupert were doing in their house together. I pushed the thought away and slid into the water, the warm liquid enveloping me and making me feel like I was in a different world.
From my position in the water I could see a figure leaning over the bath. I knew that it wasn’t an actual person, it was my towel hastily hung over the rail. But I imagined it was Dan standing there watching me submerged in the water.
They say that if your oxygen deprived then an orgasm feels incredible- and the lack of breathing was definitely turning me on. In my mind I could see him dipping his fingers in the water, ghosting them down my stomach, watching the water ripple. I couldn’t see his face, but I knew that he was smiling. I tried to call out and tell him to get in with me, but a shoal of bubbles danced and flittered around, distorting his face more.
Soon enough his fingers ran down to my inner thigh, and I twitched with the anticipation. Fortunately, he didn’t continue the teasing, and he was soon wrapping his fingers around my cock. I could almost see me lying there from his point of view, and the outer body experience was brilliant- I couldn’t believe I was capable of astrally projecting myself so I was watching me getting off. Fantastic.
His strokes were languid and slow, making me buck my hips up to try and feel his fingers more. Pleasure was heightened more than ever before and every touch and stroke felt like my whole body was being stroked, at its core, sending ripples of ecstasy out in the water.
He soon picked up the pace, and I could feel the pressure of me not breathing, and my lungs were screaming for oxygen. He was tightening and twisting, and I didn’t think it was possible for someone at that angle to bring me so much pleasure. The pressure on the tip of my penis was enough for me, and the orgasm was so intense I grabbed hole of the side of the bath, flinging around and splashing water everywhere.
My body felt weak and forced itself to the surface to breath, and as I gasped in beautiful oxygen I didn’t see Daniel stood there. Instead, I saw the girl I had dreamed about- just a flash of her image but I knew who she was. She was standing in her nightie, clasping her teddy bear close to her as she stared at me, her large blue eyes like saucers, and her blonde hair hanging lifeless down her back.
It freaked me out, and I started to shake in fear. I repeated to myself that she wasn’t in fact real, just me reproducing the girl that Dan always sees. I gasped for air, and looked guiltily down at the mess I had left in the bath. I felt incredibly exposed, and set about cleaning the bath.
Later on, I went into Dr Hayes’ office for a “talk”. Same old thing about how I was going to have an uncomfortable time…. I interrupted her at one point and asked for a drink of water. Fortunately, after an incredibly evil look, she left, and I got up and rifled through her files. She was so stupid not locking them, and I had a curious feeling that some God out there was helping me out. I found Rupert’s file and read about where he was now living. I ripped out the address, shoved the file back into the cabinet, and sat down, playing with her name plate.
Dr Hayes had no idea; even though I was sure a giant arrow was pointing to me and telling everyone what I’d done. I got out of there, and started to think about how I would go about finding him. I figured that I didn’t watch all the Bond and Mission Impossible movies for nothing, and crept out of my room when it was dark. I’d crushed the sleeping tablets that I’d been saving all this time and put them in a tissue.
I followed the night time guard, all guilt and worry about what I was doing flushed out. All I kept thinking was how much Dan needed me, and how much I had to see him. I don’t know how I did it, the guard was massive, but I jumped on him from behind, stuffing the tissue in his mouth. He roared and tried to shove me off, but I clung onto his neck, strangling him, and trying hard not to scream.
After a struggle, he did collapse, although he wasn’t knocked out completely. He looked pretty confused though, and tried to grab onto my ankles to pull me down. He lay helplessly as I searched his person for keys or something. In a brief moment of madness, I stripped his top layer down and wore his gigantic jacket and trousers.
“I’ll get you…” He mumbled, the tissue in his mouth preventing him from shouting too loudly, the tablets causing his words to run into each other.
I then ran for it, and let myself out through the front doors. I raced down the steps of the main hospital past patients. I then realised that security guards don’t run for no reason, and so I slowed down to a march. I couldn’t believe how easy it was to get out, no one stopped me I nodded at the receptionist as I left the building and then tried to get a grip of where I was. I realised I had no money whatsoever, and it was late at night. I couldn’t get anywhere.
All the same, I walked until I found a map with a handy “You Are Here” arrow that someone had suitably graphitised all over. It was ages until we got to Rupert’s, so I walked along the side of the road with my thumb out hoping for someone to stop. Why a cop would be hitch hiking was beyond me, but I hoped it would work.
A car did pull over and let me in, which was nice, and didn’t happen regularly in this modern world. Although he was a big, beefy man, he seemed to have a nice heart, and I told him my destination and he started driving.
“Are you actually a cop?” He asked.
“Security guard,” I said briskly, hoping that he would speed up before difficult questions were asked.
We sat in silence until I felt a hand rest on my thigh. I looked at the driver in horror, and he waggled his eyebrows at me.
“I know you’re really a stripper… how about I slip a fifty note into your thong, and get a lap dance?” He asked, and I’d never been more repulsed in my life.
He started to move his hand up my thigh and I pressed myself firmly into the back of the chair hoping that I might actually become the chair. He wasn’t really paying much attention to the road, more to the possibility of a lap dance. He had crumbs littering his mouth, he was balding and greying and dressed like a farmer… did he honestly think anyone in their right mind would give him a lap dance?
“No thanks… just keep on driving.” I squeaked and concentrated on the road.
“Give us a lap dance, or you’re out on the road.” He said and his grip tightened on my leg.
“Pull over then, I’m sure I can make it from here.” I groaned and he let me out. I felt a bit sick thinking about that experience. The walk wasn’t too long, just boring really. I spent it trying to figure out what I’d say to Dan when I saw him.
24/12/06
I arrived at Rupert’s house and it was dull as dishwater. A typical modern estate, it had about as much character as a Formicas table. As all the houses looked identical, I had to wander around the estate many times before I found the right number. I clutched the stolen paper in my fists, as if I could pray to some God that Dan was okay, and he would love me forever and a day.
I rang the doorbell, anticipation and angst raging inside me, and tried to breathe deeply. The door open a few inches, and a large eye peered out of the gap. It was obviously Rupert, and I felt so relieved that I’d actually found it.
“Tom?” He opened the door slowly; disgust sketched into his features.
“Rupert.” I replied with similar contempt.
“I’m guessing you want to join the party?” Rupert stood aside to allow me enough room to squish through; it was a tight squeeze though.
“I take it that Dan is here?” I said, although I knew that he already was.
“Yes, he’s pining after you. I guess you and he can sleep on the pull out sofa.” Rupert groaned, and led the way to Dan in the kitchen, “Why are you dressed as a security guard? Or do I not want to know.”
I gave him a look that I think he understood, but suddenly I felt a mess of limbs clasp around my body and I held onto him as tight as I could. I’d never felt so pleased in all of my days I could remember. Dan kissed all across my face and squealed something that I couldn’t understand.
Uncomfortable Rupert groaned, “I’ll get you a cup of tea then shall I?”
Rupert went off to work, and left us in his home. Dan and I play fought on the sofa, and almost broke his furniture several times. It felt so good and carefree to be with Dan like this, and in all of the time I knew him he’d never been this happy.
After a while we got bored and started to make Christmas decorations out of all the paper and magazines we could find- we both decided that Rupert’s place seriously lacked any Christmas cheer and it needed sprucing up.
In the afternoon we snuggled up on the sofa, his head on my shoulder and his arms wrapped around my body, and talked about our great escapes. After a while we got round to how he’d been doing for the past couple of days, and he admitted that he hasn’t been so good. I felt so pleased when he said that he needs me; I felt like I deserved to be in the world.
Apparently the girl keeps coming to visit him a lot, and tells him about how much I am never around, and how I never wanted him in the first place.
“Who is the little girl?” I asked, entwining my fingers around his in an effort to show support.
“Annie.” He stared outside the window where a robin cleaned his feathers.
I waited for a while, scared of pushing him too far, but the suspense was killing me. I wanted to know who she was, and why she was bothering Dan. Before he asked if she was a patient here, as if he didn’t know who she was, and yet he clearly does. I was confused, born from my ignorance over his condition. I made a mental note to look in the library as soon as they were open again.
“She told me that she was my sister. When we were seven we went out on the lake and skated…” I watched him transform from a man into a boy in front of my eyes, my heart was pounding for him.
“British weather means you should never go skating on a lake…” I said, but fortunately he didn’t hear me, he was lost in that day. The room darkened as he continued his tale, and I cursed myself for thinking like that- the sun was setting, that was all.
“Mummy told Annie to look after me when we went out… we had our new hats and scarves on and off we went. I held her hand because I was scared of the park where all the older boys went. We didn’t have any skates so we just went on in our trainers. It was really fun. When we were skating Annie slipped and the ice crashed…. She went under the water. I screamed for help, and one of the boys went off to get some help. Another came onto the ice and told me to go back to the side in case the ice cracked again.
“I was so convinced that she was just playing… But when I realised that the boy couldn’t get to her I became frozen to the spot. I was useless, Tom…” Dan cried and I held him close to me, “She died, Tom, she died under the ice and I didn’t help her…” His tears ran down his face like waterfalls and he sobbed into my chest. I murmured ‘it’s not your fault’ to him but it was as if he couldn’t hear me.
When I looked up from him, I could see the girl again, standing in front of me. Her eyes were wide like saucers, and she was shivering. Water was pouring off her body and pouring onto the carpet. Her shaking hand rose and pointed at Dan. I shook my head and held him so tightly to me I was sure he couldn’t breathe.
And then I found myself in the water, struggling to breathe. My hands were clawing and my legs were fighting to pull me to the surface, but my body felt tired and cold, and I found the dark below me more attractive than the hard work it would take to get out.
And then I opened my eyes and realised that none of that had happened, but I was imagining the things that Dan saw on a regular basis. I realised I was crying as well, and my tears were mingling with his. And I realised that we were one, we were perfect together and I needed him as much as he needed me. The thought overwhelmed me, it scared and thrilled me at the same time and was the strangest but most beautiful thing I had ever felt.
Rating: At the moment, fairly nothing.
Summary: 12 days before Christmas, Tom gets mugged and winds up in a hospital with no memory of his past life. One of the other patients gives him a name and starts to help him become someone, and gives him a name, a life and a purpose.
Thanks for the feedback... the last one will be posted tomorrow so I hope you like it.
13/12/06
14/12/06
15/12/06, 16/12/06, 17/12/06
18/12/06
19/12/06, 20/12/06, 21/12/06, 22/12/06
23/11/06
24/11/06
23/11/06
I’ve spent the past couple of days pining over Dan, and been incredibly depressed about it. Dr Hayes is incensed at me… and has been threatening to make my stay there incredibly uncomfortable unless I told her where they’d all gone. Fortunately I had absolutely no idea.
When I was having a bath later on, I was thinking about it all. I thought that Dan must have gone to mine, but then I realised he had no idea where it was, where the key was or anything. It came to me with a sudden realisation that of course he isn’t at mine, and it was so obvious where he was. The glaring red head must have told him where he was, and Dan has gone to stay with him- his only other friend.
I felt a spark of jealousy over it all… I wondered what he and Rupert were doing in their house together. I pushed the thought away and slid into the water, the warm liquid enveloping me and making me feel like I was in a different world.
From my position in the water I could see a figure leaning over the bath. I knew that it wasn’t an actual person, it was my towel hastily hung over the rail. But I imagined it was Dan standing there watching me submerged in the water.
They say that if your oxygen deprived then an orgasm feels incredible- and the lack of breathing was definitely turning me on. In my mind I could see him dipping his fingers in the water, ghosting them down my stomach, watching the water ripple. I couldn’t see his face, but I knew that he was smiling. I tried to call out and tell him to get in with me, but a shoal of bubbles danced and flittered around, distorting his face more.
Soon enough his fingers ran down to my inner thigh, and I twitched with the anticipation. Fortunately, he didn’t continue the teasing, and he was soon wrapping his fingers around my cock. I could almost see me lying there from his point of view, and the outer body experience was brilliant- I couldn’t believe I was capable of astrally projecting myself so I was watching me getting off. Fantastic.
His strokes were languid and slow, making me buck my hips up to try and feel his fingers more. Pleasure was heightened more than ever before and every touch and stroke felt like my whole body was being stroked, at its core, sending ripples of ecstasy out in the water.
He soon picked up the pace, and I could feel the pressure of me not breathing, and my lungs were screaming for oxygen. He was tightening and twisting, and I didn’t think it was possible for someone at that angle to bring me so much pleasure. The pressure on the tip of my penis was enough for me, and the orgasm was so intense I grabbed hole of the side of the bath, flinging around and splashing water everywhere.
My body felt weak and forced itself to the surface to breath, and as I gasped in beautiful oxygen I didn’t see Daniel stood there. Instead, I saw the girl I had dreamed about- just a flash of her image but I knew who she was. She was standing in her nightie, clasping her teddy bear close to her as she stared at me, her large blue eyes like saucers, and her blonde hair hanging lifeless down her back.
It freaked me out, and I started to shake in fear. I repeated to myself that she wasn’t in fact real, just me reproducing the girl that Dan always sees. I gasped for air, and looked guiltily down at the mess I had left in the bath. I felt incredibly exposed, and set about cleaning the bath.
Later on, I went into Dr Hayes’ office for a “talk”. Same old thing about how I was going to have an uncomfortable time…. I interrupted her at one point and asked for a drink of water. Fortunately, after an incredibly evil look, she left, and I got up and rifled through her files. She was so stupid not locking them, and I had a curious feeling that some God out there was helping me out. I found Rupert’s file and read about where he was now living. I ripped out the address, shoved the file back into the cabinet, and sat down, playing with her name plate.
Dr Hayes had no idea; even though I was sure a giant arrow was pointing to me and telling everyone what I’d done. I got out of there, and started to think about how I would go about finding him. I figured that I didn’t watch all the Bond and Mission Impossible movies for nothing, and crept out of my room when it was dark. I’d crushed the sleeping tablets that I’d been saving all this time and put them in a tissue.
I followed the night time guard, all guilt and worry about what I was doing flushed out. All I kept thinking was how much Dan needed me, and how much I had to see him. I don’t know how I did it, the guard was massive, but I jumped on him from behind, stuffing the tissue in his mouth. He roared and tried to shove me off, but I clung onto his neck, strangling him, and trying hard not to scream.
After a struggle, he did collapse, although he wasn’t knocked out completely. He looked pretty confused though, and tried to grab onto my ankles to pull me down. He lay helplessly as I searched his person for keys or something. In a brief moment of madness, I stripped his top layer down and wore his gigantic jacket and trousers.
“I’ll get you…” He mumbled, the tissue in his mouth preventing him from shouting too loudly, the tablets causing his words to run into each other.
I then ran for it, and let myself out through the front doors. I raced down the steps of the main hospital past patients. I then realised that security guards don’t run for no reason, and so I slowed down to a march. I couldn’t believe how easy it was to get out, no one stopped me I nodded at the receptionist as I left the building and then tried to get a grip of where I was. I realised I had no money whatsoever, and it was late at night. I couldn’t get anywhere.
All the same, I walked until I found a map with a handy “You Are Here” arrow that someone had suitably graphitised all over. It was ages until we got to Rupert’s, so I walked along the side of the road with my thumb out hoping for someone to stop. Why a cop would be hitch hiking was beyond me, but I hoped it would work.
A car did pull over and let me in, which was nice, and didn’t happen regularly in this modern world. Although he was a big, beefy man, he seemed to have a nice heart, and I told him my destination and he started driving.
“Are you actually a cop?” He asked.
“Security guard,” I said briskly, hoping that he would speed up before difficult questions were asked.
We sat in silence until I felt a hand rest on my thigh. I looked at the driver in horror, and he waggled his eyebrows at me.
“I know you’re really a stripper… how about I slip a fifty note into your thong, and get a lap dance?” He asked, and I’d never been more repulsed in my life.
He started to move his hand up my thigh and I pressed myself firmly into the back of the chair hoping that I might actually become the chair. He wasn’t really paying much attention to the road, more to the possibility of a lap dance. He had crumbs littering his mouth, he was balding and greying and dressed like a farmer… did he honestly think anyone in their right mind would give him a lap dance?
“No thanks… just keep on driving.” I squeaked and concentrated on the road.
“Give us a lap dance, or you’re out on the road.” He said and his grip tightened on my leg.
“Pull over then, I’m sure I can make it from here.” I groaned and he let me out. I felt a bit sick thinking about that experience. The walk wasn’t too long, just boring really. I spent it trying to figure out what I’d say to Dan when I saw him.
24/12/06
I arrived at Rupert’s house and it was dull as dishwater. A typical modern estate, it had about as much character as a Formicas table. As all the houses looked identical, I had to wander around the estate many times before I found the right number. I clutched the stolen paper in my fists, as if I could pray to some God that Dan was okay, and he would love me forever and a day.
I rang the doorbell, anticipation and angst raging inside me, and tried to breathe deeply. The door open a few inches, and a large eye peered out of the gap. It was obviously Rupert, and I felt so relieved that I’d actually found it.
“Tom?” He opened the door slowly; disgust sketched into his features.
“Rupert.” I replied with similar contempt.
“I’m guessing you want to join the party?” Rupert stood aside to allow me enough room to squish through; it was a tight squeeze though.
“I take it that Dan is here?” I said, although I knew that he already was.
“Yes, he’s pining after you. I guess you and he can sleep on the pull out sofa.” Rupert groaned, and led the way to Dan in the kitchen, “Why are you dressed as a security guard? Or do I not want to know.”
I gave him a look that I think he understood, but suddenly I felt a mess of limbs clasp around my body and I held onto him as tight as I could. I’d never felt so pleased in all of my days I could remember. Dan kissed all across my face and squealed something that I couldn’t understand.
Uncomfortable Rupert groaned, “I’ll get you a cup of tea then shall I?”
Rupert went off to work, and left us in his home. Dan and I play fought on the sofa, and almost broke his furniture several times. It felt so good and carefree to be with Dan like this, and in all of the time I knew him he’d never been this happy.
After a while we got bored and started to make Christmas decorations out of all the paper and magazines we could find- we both decided that Rupert’s place seriously lacked any Christmas cheer and it needed sprucing up.
In the afternoon we snuggled up on the sofa, his head on my shoulder and his arms wrapped around my body, and talked about our great escapes. After a while we got round to how he’d been doing for the past couple of days, and he admitted that he hasn’t been so good. I felt so pleased when he said that he needs me; I felt like I deserved to be in the world.
Apparently the girl keeps coming to visit him a lot, and tells him about how much I am never around, and how I never wanted him in the first place.
“Who is the little girl?” I asked, entwining my fingers around his in an effort to show support.
“Annie.” He stared outside the window where a robin cleaned his feathers.
I waited for a while, scared of pushing him too far, but the suspense was killing me. I wanted to know who she was, and why she was bothering Dan. Before he asked if she was a patient here, as if he didn’t know who she was, and yet he clearly does. I was confused, born from my ignorance over his condition. I made a mental note to look in the library as soon as they were open again.
“She told me that she was my sister. When we were seven we went out on the lake and skated…” I watched him transform from a man into a boy in front of my eyes, my heart was pounding for him.
“British weather means you should never go skating on a lake…” I said, but fortunately he didn’t hear me, he was lost in that day. The room darkened as he continued his tale, and I cursed myself for thinking like that- the sun was setting, that was all.
“Mummy told Annie to look after me when we went out… we had our new hats and scarves on and off we went. I held her hand because I was scared of the park where all the older boys went. We didn’t have any skates so we just went on in our trainers. It was really fun. When we were skating Annie slipped and the ice crashed…. She went under the water. I screamed for help, and one of the boys went off to get some help. Another came onto the ice and told me to go back to the side in case the ice cracked again.
“I was so convinced that she was just playing… But when I realised that the boy couldn’t get to her I became frozen to the spot. I was useless, Tom…” Dan cried and I held him close to me, “She died, Tom, she died under the ice and I didn’t help her…” His tears ran down his face like waterfalls and he sobbed into my chest. I murmured ‘it’s not your fault’ to him but it was as if he couldn’t hear me.
When I looked up from him, I could see the girl again, standing in front of me. Her eyes were wide like saucers, and she was shivering. Water was pouring off her body and pouring onto the carpet. Her shaking hand rose and pointed at Dan. I shook my head and held him so tightly to me I was sure he couldn’t breathe.
And then I found myself in the water, struggling to breathe. My hands were clawing and my legs were fighting to pull me to the surface, but my body felt tired and cold, and I found the dark below me more attractive than the hard work it would take to get out.
And then I opened my eyes and realised that none of that had happened, but I was imagining the things that Dan saw on a regular basis. I realised I was crying as well, and my tears were mingling with his. And I realised that we were one, we were perfect together and I needed him as much as he needed me. The thought overwhelmed me, it scared and thrilled me at the same time and was the strangest but most beautiful thing I had ever felt.