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Young love relationship. James is in high school.

This story is a sequel to: Work of Desire, Chapter 13

"Si?"

"Hmmm?"

"Si, wake up. Gotta take a leak," James whispered urgently while elbowing his sleeping companion.

"Okay," Simon rumbled in reply, patting James on the thigh before rolling over and burying his face in his pillow.

"Si! I need ya to help me to the bathroom. My crutches are in the study." James swung his leg off the bed and grunted with pain when the heel of his cast hit the floor and jarred his fractured extremity. Glancing over his shoulder, he discovered his lover had fallen back to sleep. "Simon! Wake up!" James pinched the older man on the ass, following it with a hard slap just in case the message didn't get through.

"What? What?" Simon jerked straight up, balancing himself on his hands as he twisted his head back and forth in confusion. "What's wrong? James?"

James leaned back on one elbow and nipped Simon's bicep. "I gotta piss and my crutches are in the study."

Simon rolled out of the bed with a groan. "And just why are your crutches in the study?" Rubbing his hands over his beard-stubbled face, he made his way around the bed and assisted James to his feet.

"Somebody . . . " James looped his arm around Simon's neck. "And I ain't naming names but somebody with a Super Dick decided to play Tarzan last night and carry his Jungle Boy to bed, leaving said crutches behind."

A smile of remembrance slid across Simon's face as he helped his young lover into the bathroom. "Oh yeah. And how is my Jungle Boy this morning?" Simon wrapped his arms around James' chest, holding him steady in front of the toilet.

"Your Jungle Boy drank way too many Cokes last night. Gotta pee so bad, it hurts." James took his dick in hand and groaned in ecstasy when a steady stream of urine finally shot forth. "Damn that feels good."

"Need any help?" Simon slid his hands down James' side and rested them on his hips. "Want me to hold that bad boy for you?"

"Be my guest." James leaned his head against Simon's shoulder and sighed appreciatively when his lover's big hands stroked his inner thighs and cupped his balls for a few seconds before moving up to gather his dick in a gentle grip. Turning his head to the side, James nuzzled Simon's neck. "You are now the official Handler of the Great Dick. I shall require your assistance every time I take a leak."

"I am so honored." Simon captured James' grinning mouth in a kiss. "Maybe I should have that title emblazoned on a t-shirt and wear it every moment of every day."

"Sounds good to me." James wiggled his ass and laughed when something big and hard poked against his hole. "But before you rush out to do that, why don't you lube up Super Dick there and fuck me like there's no tomorrow." James fumbled for the container of orange-flavored LoveJam lubricant they kept in the medicine cabinet. Grabbing it clumsily, he handed the tube back to Simon, moaning appreciatively when large, slippery fingers prepped his ass. "If you do a good job I might just make you my official . . . oh yeah . . . push that big mother fucker in . . . I might just make you my official Dick of the Month." The teenager reared back his head and howled when Simon rammed his cock home.

"Boy!" Simon quickly gripped James' hips in an attempt to keep him from falling head first into the toilet. "Boy, I better be your Dick of a Lifetime."

James grabbed the towel rack that hung over the toilet and nearly ripped it out of the wall. "Yeah, yeah. Dick of a Lifetime. The one and only." Reaching down with one hand, he began jerking himself off. "You Tarzan, me Jungle Boy. Fuck me, Wild Man."

Wishing for the millionth time he could see his lover's face, Simon snapped his hips forward and groaned loudly when his body suddenly seized and his cock emptied itself inside James' ass. "Dear God! James!"

The teen let loose a Tarzan yell at the exact same moment he sprayed the wall and toilet with his release. Collapsing back against Simon, James struggled to breathe and laugh at the same time. "Babe, you can swing in my tree anytime," he finally managed to get out.

Easing his cock free of James' ass, Simon jostled the youth around so that he could sit on the side of the tub and rest his broken leg on the toilet seat. "Don't go anywhere," he instructed as he reached for the medicine cabinet.

Swiping a washcloth from the towel rack that was still, by some miracle, attached to the wall, James started in on cleanup detail. "Whatcha ya looking for Si?" he asked as he wiped the older man's genitals.

"Vitamins." The blind artist ran his fingers over the collection of bottles on the lower shelf of the medicine. "Where in the hell did Dawn put them?"

"Next to where we keep the lube, Si. I told her to put 'em there. That way every time we fuck in here, you'll remember to take some."

Locating the correct bottle, Simon popped a pill in his mouth and dry swallowed it. "The way we're going at it, I'll be overdosing on vitamins for sure."

James slapped the black ass that was not only pointing in his direction but also looked ripe for rimming. "Can I help it if it's just my leg that's broke and not my dick?"

Simon dropped his head and sighed dramatically. "How lucky can one man get?"

"Hey! I heard that!"

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"Dawn!"

The youthful bellow was followed by the boisterous ringing of a bell.

"DAWWWWNNN!"

The person, whose name was being hollered at such a level it was sure to break the sound barrier, dropped her head on her desk and pounded it against a stack of file folders. "He's injured. Remember, he's injured."

"DAWN!"

"If he doesn't quit that yelling, I'm going to break his other leg." Dawn lifted her head and pushed back wearily from her desk. Grabbing her coffee cup for a much needed refill of caffeine, she hurried down the hallway that led to Simon's private study. Their resident houseguest was sprawled lazily across the couch with his fractured leg propped up on several pillows. Dirty breakfast dishes were stacked on the coffee table with several empty juice cartons and torn power bar wrappers littering the floor.

"Of all days for Simon and Marta to be gone." Pasting on a friendly smile, Dawn entered the room and began picking up James' mess. "Last time I checked, your hands weren't injured in the accident." She indicated the trashcan sitting beside the couch. "Remember what this is?" She tossed an empty juice carton in James' lap. "Use it."

"I know what a damn trashcan is. And I have been using it." James squinted at the brass container and tossed the juice carton in its direction. He frowned when his throw went wide and the carton hit Dawn's shoe. "Sorry. Damn pain meds must be fucking with my sight."

"Right." Dawn retrieved the carton and tossed it in. "I have a million things to do today. What do you need?"

"My water jug's empty." James aimed his best smile at the slim redhead. "Can I get a refill?"

Dawn grabbed the bright purple insulated jug and stomped off to the kitchen, muttering along the way about the triple pay raise Simon was about to give her. A minute and several curses later, she reappeared and slammed the water container down on the coffee table. "If you don't mind, some of us have to actually work for a living." Dawn made it halfway down the hall before the sound of her name being yelled shook the rafters.

"DAWN!"

Strangling the expletives that rose to her lips, Dawn twirled around and re-entered the study. "Yes?" she asked through gritted teeth.

His gaze focused on the widescreen TV, James held his mug up in the air. "You forgot the ice."

Dawn glared at the teen's crutches and wondered how far up the ass she could . . . .

"And do you mind fixing me a snack?" James grinned at Simon's personal assistant. "I'm still a growing boy, you know."

"You won't be for long," Dawn mumbled under her breath as she took a step forward. A hand gripping her shoulder stopped her in her tracks.

"Good morning, love." Sharrie stepped into view and kissed Dawn on the cheek.

Hands clenched at her side, Dawn's lethal glare zeroed in on James as she returned the older woman's kiss. "Give me five minutes and then it'll be a good morning."

"Now, now." Sharrie shifted her chattering daughter from one hip to the other. "How 'bout if Chloe and I look after James until Simon returns? You go back to work and I'll come and check on you in an hour or so."

Dawn captured a bubble-blowing kiss from her adopted daughter. "You know, if we act quickly, we can have his body buried in the fish pond way before Simon gets home. I'm pretty sure there's a shovel and an old tarp in the gardener's shed out back. Maybe even some cement to weight him down."

Laughing at the murderous gleam in Dawn's eyes, Sharrie slid her arm around the smaller woman's waist and hugged her close. "Personally, I prefer the flower bed behind our house," she whispered in Dawn's ear. "Your tulips need a good dose of fertilizer and we both know James is full of shit. Win-win situation, if you ask me."

Dawn burst out in laughter. "I love it!" She wrapped her arms around her plump lover and kissed her long and hard. "Call me if you need anything. I have quite a collection of sharp knives in the bottom drawer of my desk." Collecting her forgotten coffee cup, Dawn threw a wave at the frowning teenager as she left the room laughing.

Sharrie watched the sexy sway of her partner's hips for a few seconds before walking toward the couch. "Here ya go." She bounced Chloe down on James' stomach. "I'll make you a deal. You watch Miss Wiggle Worm and I'll fix you a snack."

James grabbed the toddler by the waist. "Ham and cheese sandwich, please. With lots of mayo and mustard. And don't forget to slap a few slices of tomatoes on it," he instructed with a grin.

Sharrie bowed to the teenager. "Anything else, Master?"

"A beer?" James asked expectantly.

"In your dreams, hotshot."

Catching the kicking feet that were intent on making him a eunuch, James laughed. "Never hurts to ask."

Sharrie patted her daughter on the head before making her way down the hallway and into the spacious kitchen at the back of the house. Collecting the necessary items for making James' sandwich, she eyed the contents of Simon's well-stocked fridge. "Wonder what Dawn would like for supper tonight? There's that leftover vegetarian lasagna. Or . . . " Sharrie bumped the fridge door closed with her hip before dumping the armload of sandwich fixings on the counter. "The weatherman said it's going to be a lovely evening. Maybe we could fire up the grill and cook those steaks I bought on sale yesterday."

Humming to herself, Sharrie quickly put James' sandwich together, making sure she made it as messy as possible with extra mayo, mustard and tomatoes. Licking her fingers clean, she returned everything to the fridge, grabbed three bottles of water before allowing the door to swing close.

"Here you go, oh Great One," she said as she handed James his sandwich and one of the bottled waters.

James quickly took a large bite of his sandwich, smearing mayo and mustard all over his mouth as he attempted to chew and talk at the same time. "Mmmm, mmmm, good." Taking another bite, he waved his sandwich at Sharrie. "If I was you, I'd grill steaks tonight. Your woman seems to be in a meat-eating mood."

Sharrie nearly dropped the bottle of water she was emptying into her daughter's sippy cup. "What?"

Using one finger, James fed Chloe a dollop of mayo and laughed when the toddler hungrily smacked her lips and grabbed for his sandwich. "You were wondering what to cook for supper. I say, grill steaks. And if you throw a few extra on the grill, me and Si can come over and join you girls."

Sharrie looked at James as if he had grown an extra head. "You heard me?" Making a conscious effort to close her mouth, she glanced over her shoulder at the hallway that led to the kitchen, knowing full well that there was no way on earth James could have heard her talking to herself. "You heard what I said?"

"Sure." Feeding Chloe a piece of cheese, James shrugged as if it were nothing. "Steak or lasagna. Although, why anyone would choose vegetarian lasagna over steak is beyond me."

Sharrie stared at the teenager for several more seconds before shaking her head in confusion. "You keep an eye on Chloe. I need to go ask Dawn if it's okay for the two of you to come over tonight for supper." Handing over Chloe's sippy cup, the magazine editor couldn't help leaning closer to the teen so that she could check out his ears, making sure he wasn't wearing a device that would help him secretly listen in on people. Knowing just how mischievous James was, she wouldn't put it past him to do so. "Ummm . . . if you need us, just yell."

"No problemo." James used the hem of his t-shirt to wipe clean both his and Chloe's faces. "No hanky panky, you hear? Can't have you two lezzies busy sucking face when there's an injured man needing help."

The high school junior turned his full attention to the curly-haired toddler sitting on his stomach and handed her the sippy cup. "Now don't be making a mess. That step-witch mom of yours doesn't like messes." Shifting into a more comfortable position, James watched in amazement as Chloe drank every drop of water and then, with a naughty grin on her face, tossed the small plastic cup on the floor.

"Now you've gone and done it." Aiming a mock glare of disapproval at the toddler, James shook his finger at Chloe. "You do realize Dawn's gonna blame that on me. She's already on my case about throwing trash on the floor."

Sighing, the youth rubbed both hands over his face and scrubbed at his eyes. "Can you keep a secret?" He tucked his drowsy companion in the crook of his arm, settling her small body between him and the back of the couch. "You can't tell a soul but . . ." James looked around the room. "I think something's wrong with me. Something real serious. My hearing, my sight, the way things feel . . . hell, even my nose and taste buds. It's like none of my senses are working right or they work too damn good. That's how come I could hear your mom talking to herself."

James buried his face in the soft blonde curls that tickled his chin. "It scares me, Chloe. Scares me cause sometimes . . . sometimes when they're working overtime, I get lost, lost in whatever I'm looking at or listening to or tasting. One minute everything is normal and then . . . hell, I don't even know what then. It's like I get lost in no man's land."

"It hasn't happened that often but when it does . . . it scares the fucking shit out of me." James cocked his head to the side and peeked at the sleeping toddler. "Do you think I'm going crazy?" Receiving no answer, James tilted his head back and looked up at the ceiling. "Maybe I really did hurt something in my head when I got hit by that garbage truck."

Closing his eyes, the teen let himself be lulled to sleep by the sound of a heartbeat that only he could hear.

End Work of Desire, Chapter 14 by Angelise: ldcldc@earthlink.net

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