Timothy talked to someone from the police to tell his story that same day. There's going to a be trial but with my and Timothy's testimony, Taylor's confession and it being a hate crime it seemed all three of them were looking at at least five years in jail. They're going to be tried as adults because of the severity of the crime and because they're all seventeen or older.
It was like a weight fell off my shoulders knowing they wouldn't get away with this unpunished. I hoped they would all get beat up in jail and die there.
I walked into T's hospital room the next day. He was in bed, arms crossed staring straight ahead.
"Hey." I said.
He seemed relieved to see me.
"How's your head?" I asked.
"It's like an old computer starting up again."
I chuckled.
"God, I'm so bored. I wanna go home."
"I understand." I took his hand. "But you gotta wait for that green light. And until then you got me."
"So you're my entertainment, huh? Dance for me." T smirked.
"Oh you want a lap dance? Is that right?"
"I never said that!"
"That's what you meant. You dirty pervert. You're just exploiting your illness so I'll take off my clothes." I shook my head.
Timothy laughed.
I was so happy to hear him laugh again.
I grabbed my phone and put on 'Lapdance' by N.E.R.D
T immediately laughed upon hearing the song.
I took off my shirt, swinging my hips. I threw the shirt on his face.
I started to unbutton my pants.
"Here? Really?" T laughed.
"What? You're the one that's making me do this. Don't go acting all holy now."
"Okay, well, you can stop." He smiled.
I nodded. "Good to know you still have some morals."
I grabbed my shirt but T took it from me.
"Hey, I never said you could put that back on."
I scoffed. "Perv."
Timothy's eyes glided over my naked upper body. Then he sighed.
"Get me out of here!" He whined.
"Even if you were out I'm not gonna put anything in you until you're all better, so."
"Really?"
"You have broken ribs. I'm not gonna break your back too."
Timothy sighed. He threw me my shirt. "Fine. Stop flaunting then."
I laughed. "I had no idea you were this sex crazed."
I pulled my shirt over my head.
"You're just really good at it." T mumbled.
Definitely the best compliment I've ever had. I smirked proudly.
I grabbed T's hand and then I got an idea. "There are things we.. well, I could do that wouldn't require you moving.." I wondered aloud.
T frowned. "Such as?"
I nodded at T's pants.
"Huh? You?"
"What can I say? I've been kinda curious about it.. And I want to cheer you up."
T began to smirk. "It's not a bad idea."
"Alright. You're gonna have to teach me." I got up and started undoing T's pants.
"Wait, now? Here?"
"Yeah? Why not? No one will know. You could use a little pick me up, right?"
"Yeah but.." T glanced out the hallway window.
He tried to fight it but seeing me shirtless had really riled him up. Ah, the weight of being hot.
T sighed in defeat. "Fine." He checked the window again. The hallway was empty.
"Maybe we should close the blinds." I said.
"We need to see when someone's coming, though." T said.
"Ooh, good thinking. You're on the lookout, okay?"
T nodded.
I pulled down his pants. I have to say, this was pretty exciting. We were doing something like this in a hospital. There was something kinky about it.
I stared at T's crotch. Here it is. The moment I officially change. I'm literally going to be a cocksucker now.
But why am I so excited? I wanna know what it's like and if it'll make Timothy happy it's so worth it. My pride washed away just as fast as it came.
I leaned down. Timothy grabbed my face and made me look at him.
"No teeth," He squeezed my cheeks "Just lips."
"Damn, alright, professor. Anything else?"
T smiled and shook his head. "Go ahead." He chuckled.
Alrighty, here goes nothing.
I tried to remember how T always did it. He always started at the tip. Which felt heavenly and then he'd work his way down.
Timothy sighed lustfully when I started licking and kissing.
I decided to use my hands a little too since I always liked it when he did that.
It wasn't bad. Obviously T kept everything meticulously clean and knowing that I was doing it for him made it a lot better. I knew I could never do this with anyone else.
But only when I glanced at him did I realize what made this so good. His face as he looked down at me with nothing but lust in his eyes. The red that colored his cheeks as I pleasured him.. It was so different.
I wanted more. I wanted to hear him.
I wrapped my lips around him and went down, making sure to only use my lips like he said. He huffed and sighed contently.
I fucking loved this. Seeing him so turned on was turning me on in a whole different way.
Why the fuck had I been so hesitant about this shit?
I looked at him again. T quickly glanced behind me to see if anyone was coming and then he looked at me again. I want this every day.
I continued my very important task. I wanted to make him him come multiple times. And... I wanted to taste it. I was a changed man.
T surprised my when he put his hand in my hair. So. Fucking. Hot.
"Josh," He moaned.
I love his voice.
"Stop." He said.
"Mm?"
"No Josh, stop. Someone's coming."
I quickly pulled away. "Oh fuck!" I whispered.
I pulled up his pants as fast I could and threw the sheets over his hard-on.
The door swung open and Timothy's doctor, Dr Gray came in.
"Hello Timothy," He smiled. Then he nodded at me. "Josh."
"Hi." We said in unison.
T's face was glazed and red and I doubted mine looked any different. Still, it couldn't be that obvious, could it?
"How are you today?" Dr. Gray asked.
"Great!" T answered. "I feel all better now! Really!"
Dr. Gray chuckled. "I'm glad to hear that. You see, I'm here with good news! Because of your improvement yesterday we've decided you can leave tomorrow."
"Really?" T said excitedly.
"Yes! As long as you keep rest. No school for at least another two weeks. And no intense physical exertion." Dr Gray looked at me sternly.
What the heck, was he calling me out?
I stared at the floor.
"Okay! No problem." T agreed happily.
Dr gray nodded. "Good. Now have a nice day you two."
"Thanks."
He headed for the door. "Oh," He faced us again. "Just wanted to tell you guys the blinds are open. In case you hadn't noticed." He nodded at us.
Oh my GOD! He saw us!
"Goodbye now!" With that he headed out.
I freaked out the second he was gone.
"He totally saw me giving you head just now!"
"Maybe from the corner of his eye? I didn't even see him look!" T said.
"Oh god!" I was so freaking embarrassed.
"Well, at least he was cool about it." Timothy stroked my arm.
I sighed and covered my face. I groaned into my hands.
T chuckled.
"Did I at least do a good job?" I asked.
T nodded. "Five stars."
"Really?" I smiled.
"Yep, I see real potential in you. You're a natural."
I grinned at him and he stroked my cheek.
I leaned in and kissed him.
Timothy grabbed my face.
The door slammed open. I jerked my head away.
Charlie watched us in shock.
"What the hell?"
"Charlie!" T said surprised.
"What the fuck is this!" Charlie screamed. He looked extremely confused. "Why would you..?" Charlie pointed at me.
Timothy glanced at me.
"We're together." I said, surprising all three of us.
Charlie's jaw dropped. "This can't be happening." He looked devastated.
Then he frowned angrily. "When the fuck did this happen!" He screamed at me. "Or is he confused again? Are you using him for your sick-"
"I'm not confused!" Timothy said. "Josh and I have been together since the summer."
Charlie frowned.
"That's not possible!" He screamed. "Why! You're.." Charlie glared at me. "I knew it! I knew you fucking liked him! You damn snake!" Charlie stepped forward.
"Stop! Don't fight!" Timothy exclaimed.
Charlie stared at us with tears in his eyes.
Normally I'd feel victorious but I kinda felt bad for him. These past few days I'd been the one worrying about losing T to him. So I kinda knew how bad he must feel.
"Look, we broke up. Or rather, you broke up with me so you have no reason to act like this." Timothy said. He seemed frustrated.
How he'd gone from being head over heels to seemingly hating him I didn't know. It seemed a bit unnatural.
Charlie shook his head. "That was a mistake."
Timothy merely sighed. It seemed he didn't want to see him at all.
"So that's why you got mad when you got your memories back. Because I kissed you and everything. Now it makes sense." Charlie laughed bitterly.
"Charlie." Timothy said.
Charlie met his eyes.
"You can't tell anyone. Not even Allie."
"Oh, you're hiding this from everyone! You know, maybe I should tell people cause this is ridiculous! You belong with me!" Charlie insisted.
Timothy looked seriously pissed. "That's not true." Was all he said.
Charlie looked so hurt. Tears welled up in his eyes. He shook his head and walked away.
I looked at Timothy.
He sighed. "I'm sorry."
"About what?" What did he think he had to apologize for now?!
T's eyes filled with tears and he started to cry.
"What? Hey, don't cry.." I crawled into his bed and pulled him close.
Timothy put his hand on my chest.
I stroked his hair. "Why are you crying?"
"I just don't want you to think I still have feelings for him. I really don't! I promise!"
"I know.. I was just being a dick at the dance. There was no reason to think you liked him in the first place. You don't have to prove anything."
"You're insecure about it and every time Charlie shows up it gets worse." T said, wiping his tears. "Especially when he says things like that.. I don't want you to worry.."
"Look, Timothy, as insecure as I get, nothing's ever going to be worse than thinking you were dead. Even if you got on a jet to Australia and married him I'd be relieved to see you happy and breathing."
"Really?"
"Okay, that's a bit much but.. if you do still care about him, which I know you do.. then that's fine. Timothy, you were together for almost two years."
Timothy looked up at me. He frowned a little. "You're all different."
"I just want you alive and happy. That's all." I stroked his cheek.
Timothy gently kissed my lips.