All these Lives - Chapter Five -~Surrendered in Sweden~

All these Lives1

Chapter Five2

~Surrendered in Sweden~3

One4

The plane was an old one, I could tell when it glided through the air, by the way it groaned, as I watched the clouds floating by through the window seat I had claimed.5

My eyes felt drowsy, I had not even bothered to bring sleeping pills of the plain. I did not think I ever needed them at all. I had planned on seeing wonderful scenery, and reading The Cather and the Rye. But I could hardly make it through the first ten pages without feeling like a total glum. It seemed to me that this so called Holden guy had some major issues, and was at great loss of having to leave his school. Mainly leaving his teacher, who he seemed to like very much so.6

At least I had given it a shot. Wasn't that that main idea. I had promised Adam I would read it, and I had. Slightly. I wondered if it was maybe just the feel of the flight that had extinguished all the excitement I had built up inside of me upon take of, or maybe it was because unlike him, I really was not good at anything but sports. For what-ever reason it was, inside I did not feel like spending the remainder of my time on the plane, trying to figure it all out, while I could be doing something more constructive with my time.7

Thoughts led me back to that evening in the reasteraunt, and how the evening had worked out so well until we had arrived back home on campus. That is when the real fun began.8

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+ Flashback +10

“I had a really nice evening with you tonight, meeting your dad, trying out the local flavors of Australia. You are really lucky to have a cool dad like that.”11

Smiling, bashfully, a grin of modesty crawled upon his lips, making it awfully hard for me not to stop him right were we were in the middle of the street, pulling him in for a hungered, passionate kiss. One that I both knew we were craving, one that had caused a slight sexual tension between us.12

“Oh it is no problem at all, anytime, maybe next time I can whip you up a meal, something nicer, more fresher than fried chips. That stuff is enough to give you a heart attack in this country, not to mention the major obesity academic. Its no wonder we all opt for take away when there is so much of it openly offered and shoved down our throats, to people like us who drive on fast food.”13

I laughed, smiling at his sudden out burst. Finding it slightly ironic he would even come out with such a thing. Especially since his father was in the business, and he was sure to work there sometime or another.14

“Hay isn't that bad for business, ratting you dad out like that, I am sure he earns his money hard by fattening people like us up, better that than be living of the doll as you call it, or worse being some kind of sick twisted pedophile who stays at home stalking children on the net. You should be proud and stand up for your father, even if his industry of business includes you being his short time bus boy.”15

Now it was his turn to look at me, all weirdly. Still he accepted what I said, with a cheerful smile on his face, as he dragged me along, hand in hand across the campus grounds.16

“I do not know were you heard such horrible things, but I think next time you should cover your ears. Never know what kinds of creepy rumors are out there, or what kind of fucked up person would start them. Just keep a watchful eye on who you open up to around here. Some people will see something, and make themselves believe that it was real, even if it was not. Until they are satisfied that they are not alone, and that my friend is the power of a rumor. It is dangerous, and even if not true can ruin ones life.”17

I nodded, feeling some hotted tension rising in the air.18

“Okay enough with the serious, what you suppose we do when we get back to the room?I don't think I could possibly sleep now with fat kids, and pedophile candy stalkers running though my mind.”19

Stopping short just outside the dorm room hallway. We swung our arms back and forth looking into one another's eyes. Nervously, I moved forward. Looking at his smile so perfect, and charming, wanting to taste those juicy lips, but not knowing why I needed this so much. Not knowing why I needed him so much.20

Brushing my hair softly, gently back behind my cold ears. Adam smiled, his tongue tracing his lips. I could tell that he hungered it to. Hungered for the warmth that a tender kiss would inhale, aching for that sweet embrace where our body's sunk deep into one another's, to heighten the pleasure we felt so deep inside. Why was I feeling like this? I was a boy, he was a boy? Oh why did this have to feel so right?21

“Oh David, I could think of a many different things that we could do, but only one that I would want to do the most.”22

Moving closer, to his slender calming body I could always feel the warmth radiating from his body. How was it that he could be so warm, and yet I still remained calm? I think it was a message, a sign that we were meant to collide together In a tight embrace.23

“Like what,” I whispered, my lips nibbling his ear lobe, sending a needy feeling pulsing through my body, making me slightly aroused, and suddenly it sank in.24

Adam reached down, unclasping the buttons on my pants, pressing me eagerly against the brick walls of the dorm room. His breathing had become heavy, as he himself tugged his pants loose, sliding his warm , heated hand lovingly under my shirt.25

“I don't think I can take another moment in your presence without taking you greedily for myself, ravishing you in everyday. God David you are driving my wild,” he hissed seductively, rubbing my stiffened nipples, pressing his hardened body against mine.26

I let a heated moan escape my lips, before I gulped back my fear, choking on the fog of the late evening, early morning light.27

“I Don't think we should be doing this hear, what if somebody sees us? What if somebody sees us?” I breathed in vain.”28

“My..my look at what we have here, if it isn't the two Homosexual chickweeds ready for another home coming celebration dance of get the fuck out of my way before I slice the living shit out of you,” One of the older boys screamed, yanking the back of my shirt, pulling me away from Adam.29

Adam squirmed as one of the boys held him cut throat my the collar, his hand raised high in the air waiting for his leader to give the command to cruel him. To break his pretty boy face.30

“ That is if you intend of living, even breathing, let alone being on the team, I suggest you reconsider and make you sisters pussy your best friend, unless you want a long, cruel death, with a slice of humiliation.”31

I nodded as he shook me of, throwing me violently on to the concrete pathway.32

“And you, you piece of indescribable filth, If I ever see that fucking disgusting excuse for a cock in my view again, I will rip it of with my bare hands and shove it down you throat, not only that, but I will make sure buster enjoys gnawing on you balls to you bleed for mercy. Do you hear me?”33

Adam nodded, still breathing heavily, but this time fearing for his life.34

“Good, let him down peter, Now I suggest you go back to your room, and shut your eyes, before I shut them permanently.”35

+ End Of Flashback +36

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Maybe If thing had been different, we would have made love a long time before that. But they had not been, and that was a fact. It was one of the reasons I so desperately wanted to get away in the first place. Not from Adam, but form the constant fear of having his balls amputated, and my throat cut. Not to mention my future. School was all I had, well that, and Adam.38

“All passengers please put on your seat belts, and make sure that all baggage is placed underneath the seat compartments, it is well advised that you stay seated until landed, this has been you pilot speaking, hope you enjoyed you flight, enjoy your stay in Sweden.”39

Ah that good old Australian accent that I loved so much. The way they ha that certain cheerful twang to it. Well at least the kinder people did, the people who were not trying to cut me in half. How could I ever forget it? I was so used to it by now I had adapted a little twang in my own voice, and I wondered how Don would react to my sudden change of slang. The thought humored me, and I chuckled quietly to myself, as I tightened my seatbelt holding Adams book in my hand.40

I sure was going to miss it for a few weeks. The sun,school, the laugher, Adam. I even started thinking of the bad times, and how without them, well I probably would not have been on the plane, traveling back to Sweden, though I wished it had not of taken so long to realize my true feelings for Adam.41

I looked out the window, watching as the clouds began to disappear, and I could see the land below. Yes, there was no place like home.