Forever Loved, Ch 3- pain
#3 of Forever Loved
CHAPTER 3 - PAIN
NOTE: Sorry for the horrible wait, but I'll (maybe) be quicker with future chapters! I wrote this chapter at least seven times before i was happy with
it, so I hope the wait was worth it! And the usual, gay sex, furries, adults only. Enjoy!!! ^.^
Gasping for air, I skidded to a stop in front of his house, leaping up the steps three at a time, tears streaking my cheeks as I rang the bell.
I waited a moment, and rang it again, pounding on the door with my closed paw so hard it hurt.
Suddenly, the door opened, and I choked out... "Jason! I--" but his mother stood there instead. Why wasn't he at the door? I stumbled backward,
did something happen? Was he okay, had he even made it home? Flashing back to that horrible night so long ago, my mind was racing, panicked, my breath
coming in sharp breaths through my mouth, and I felt my body almost numb. My arms and legs were weak and tingling, but I didn't care, I had to know.
"Where's Jason? Is he okay? Is... is..." I gasped out, and she looked at me, opening her muzzle to respond, the world was going faint like static
on old cable, I gasped harder, overwhelming fear controlling my every shallow breath. She was about to respond as I felt my legs give out beneath me, and
the last thing I remembered was a white flash as my head hit the steps.
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I opened my eyes, the light blinding me for a moment, but I kept them open anyway, my mind foggy, the memories excruciatingly slow to come into
focus. I blinked twice as my pupils contracted, limiting the ambient light to let the shapes come into focus. I couldn't see Jason. That was the first
thing that hit me. What happened?!? Was he okay? My mind screamed, the panic setting in. Slightly funny, in retrospect, as I was the one in the hospital
bed. I moved my leg, the reaction eliciting a slight meowing sound from an unknown source as I felt a weight shift off my heavy limb. I saw Jason's face
come into view, a wide eyed look of concern overpowering any discomfort I myself felt. He saw my open eyes, and leaned down to grab me in a tight embrace,
and I flinched as a shot of pain hit my head. He withdrew instantly at my wince of pain, but I grabbed him back, pulling him to me and burying my muzzle
in the soft fur of his neck.
I murred a moment, lifting up my muzzle to push it to his, pulling him to me. I kissed him deeply, my muzzle tilting to allow us to mesh deeper, my
tongue exploring the back of his throat. His hand found its way into my sheets, and I could feel him playing with the elastic waistband of my boxers. I
wrapped my paw around his head, pulling him closer into the kiss. The tips of his fingers found their way beneath the elastic, rubbing through my soft fur.
I murred into the kiss, scritching the back of his head as we made out, the tips of his fingers brushing against the fur at the tip of my sheathe, the
teasing motions of his fingers making me whine and force my tongue deeper, as my tip began to slowly appear at the opening, pre already making my fur
slightly sticky.
He slid his paw around, not touching my begging cock yet, and ran a finger gently down my thigh. He teased across my balls, making me murr and my
hips buck slightly. He was obviously lost in the moment, his heated breathing making me moan back into his muzzle. My cock was raging hard by this point,
making the sheets tent out, as I whined and thrust my hips, his paw still teasing my sensitive balls. He broke the kiss, giving me a slight smile, as he
kissed down my neck and licked at my nipple, his paw finally brushing against my sheathe, and a moan escaping my muzzle. He kissed slowly lower, pushing
the hospital sheet lower as he went, my arousal unbearable.
He finally reached my raging cock, looking at it hungrily before he planted a kiss on the tip, his tongue darting to lap at the pre that was
collecting there. He kissed the head again, tongue caressing the underside of my cock, before I felt the warmth of his muzzle engulf my length. I moaned
aloud, my hips bucking up into his warm mouth, his tongue sending electric waves of pleasure through my entire body. His paws made their way to my crotch,
and one of them gently cupped my sack, making the beginnings of my knot show at my base, as he gripped it with the other, not stopping the movements of his
head and tongue that were making me whine with desire and pleasure. My knot was steadily growing, forcing my sheathe down slightly as he caressed and
gripped at it, his other paw leaving my balls to slide towards my slightly twitching pink hole.
I felt his smooth claw-tipped finger brush across my sensitive pucker, the added sensation making the audible slurping of his mouth seem all the
louder, as my pre flowed copiously into his hot muzzle. I was bucking slightly now, the twitching of my hips uncontrollable, and I could feel his saliva
running down my shaft, lubricating the paw on my knot. I was almost mad with pleasure now, my knot fully engorged and the sensations building to the point
where everything was going white. Suddenly, yet gently, he inserted the finger into my ass, giving my prostate a push, and I felt myself pass the point of
no return. "Ah, Jason! I'm gonna cum!" I moaned through clenched teeth, but he probably already knew, my knot was pulsing and my shaft was jumping in
his muzzle. My ass was clenching down on his finger, still pumping my prostate, as the first pulse and jet of sticky cum spurted from the tip of my cock,
his tongue and muzzle eagerly accepting it, gulping it down even as the second shot erupted from my length, moans and whimpers filling the room, overpowering
the wet slurping as my cock continued to spurt. He managed to keep up, the wet warm vacuum of his muzzle remaining glued to my cock until the pulsing
stopped and he slipped off, his paws remaining in place, and he leaned up to kiss me hotly.
The small mouse nurse who walked in nearly dropped her tray, seeing Jason's paws in her patient?s open sheets, as we kissed passionately. Jason and
I looked up, and we all three blushed, the nurse being the first to recover. "I uhh... brought lunch... It's applesauce, peaches, a baloney sandwich and
a water bottle". She set the tray down by the bed, her eyes switching from me to Jason before she turned to walk away, stopping mid stride, to ask
"Are you guys? a couple??
"Yeah," I responded before Jason could interject, ?He?s the boy I love more than anything in this world.? I caressed his cheek as I said it, and
he smiled at me sadly.
"Yeah," he added quietly, "it's sorta my fault he's here."
"Ah." She said, unmoving for a few seconds before turning to look at us briefly. "You're gay then?" It was more of a statement than a question,
but we nodded anyway, and I gave Jason?s nose a quick lick. She turned and started to walk out, picking up her clipboard as she went. She paused before
she shut the door and I heard her say softly, "you're a cute couple, really," before it clicked into place.
The doctor, a tall gecko, came in a few minutes later and interrupted us once again, but at least he knocked, most likely at the nurse?s advice,
judging by the knowing look he gave us, giving Jason time to remove his paw from my sheets, where it moments earlier had been performing a thorough
examination of my now sticky sheathe. The doctor winked at us as he sat in the rolling chair that was by the starched linen bed, scooting it a bit closer
before addressing the both of us.
"Hey kiddo," he said, smiling, "I'm doctor Westins, and I've been the one sewing up your head, ten stitches, by the way, you're just somewhat
concussed." He looked into my eyes, his voice taking on a serious tone, "you had quite a fall there, pup, three or four stairs doesn't sound like much,
but when the corner of the last one meets your head, well, you're lucky, I?ll leave it at that." He looked down at his clipboard, flipping through a few
pages of notes on a complicated patient chart. "According to the statement from the woman who brought you in, you had a severe panic episode, and
hyperventilation caused you to lose consciousness, true from what i gather, not too bad on its own, but with stairs it was a bit traumatic on your system."
"Oh, and I've got some acetaminophen pills for the pain, and some optional pills for anxiety as well, I don't know how your home life is, but
after speaking with your parents you seem better off in that department than most, so I'm not too worried about abuse." He showed me a pink prescription
sheet. "You can pick this up when you check out in a couple hours."
"Of course, if there are any problems at home..." he began, but I shook my head vigorously no, the sudden pain making me flinch and my eyes shut.
He picked up his clipboard and briefcase, and reached down to shake my good paw. I had to disengage it from Jason's to do so, earning another
blush from us both. He shook my paw, the motion causing me to wince, but I covered it up with a toothy grin. The doctor started out and had almost reached
the door before he turned one last time, "Oh, and you two..." he began, "Try to avoid any strenuous... activities for a day or so, let your head heal up,
okay? That is unless it gets too... necessary, of course." He winked and shut the door and I smiled sheepishly up at Jason. I caressed his cheek and he
gave my nose a quick kiss before rolling off of the bed.
He was facing away from me and I could see his shoulders shaking slightly as he looked out the window at the busy cityscape below us, cars
crisscrossing the streets, the lights twinkling like a multicolored night sky as the heavens turned deep red at the setting sun, his breath fogging up the
glass with each shaky breath. I wished I could roll out of the bed, come up behind him and comfort him, to show him how much I loved him as I'd failed to
do before. He stood there for what felt like an hour, staring out into the city, before he seemed to reach a conclusion, his stature straightening a bit,
though the silent sobbing deepened. I could hear him choke out the words before they registered in my mind.
"I'm sorry" he sobbed, his held in emotion breaking as he turned to face me, falling into the red-upholstered chair the doctor had just left.
Tears stained his cheeks as he shook, and I felt tears begin to well up behind my eyes as well, but I held them back. The both of us both crying was not
going to do anybody any good. "I'm sorry, Chris. I'm sorry."
He was sobbing the words over and over and I sat up slightly onto my elbows, flinching at the motion and the shot of pain it caused. "Why? You
shouldn't be sorry. Besides, I was the one who was uncertain of our love; I was the one who failed you. I deserve to be in this bed for what I did. I
love you and I can never forgive myself for questioning that. I just hope that someday---"
"Stop. Just stop. I was selfish, Chris. I wasn't thinking of you, and I'm the failure for expecting you to accept this in one weekend. What
kind of bullshit lover gives up on his mate after only two days of knowing he's gay? It took me weeks to accept it in myself. Don't you dare apologize to
me Chris, you did better than I should have expected. You were so worried about me yesterday, and you saved me two years ago; I could never be so brave.
I just wish I could stay with you, more than anything, but I failed you too easily, and you can do better than me."
"What?" I was losing the fight to hold back my tears, my body shaking painfully.
"Good luck, Chris, I'll always love you." With that, he stood, turned and ran out the door, it swinging wide in his berth, tears leaving an
uneven trail on the waxed hospital floor.
"No! Stop! I'm sorry! Just stay with me! NO!" I was openly sobbing now, my face streaked with an unending torrent of tears. "Jason! Stay!
Please! I love you! I love you! I love you!" I tried to stand up, to chase him like before, to stop him, but I was strapped in the bed. The jolting of
my body caused me to cry out in pain, and the numbing effects of the drugs were shattered by the excruciating flash in my throbbing head. I fell back,
my muscles failing, my body twitching with each deep sob. I was crying deeper than I'd ever cried before, but not from the pain of my gash, rather from
my broken heart, and the love that I knew would haunt me forever...
It had been over a week since that day at the hospital. I had been discharged and sent home the first day, and immediately gone over to Jason's
house. The lights were off and no one answered the door. I flopped down on the front steps, and looked down at the mostly washed away bloodstain where
I'd fallen. It looked almost black. I never knew that blood turned like that on concrete, but I guess it does. The rest of the time I spent staring off
into the trees on the street. I waited about a half hour before my parents called and insisted that I return home, as they didn't want me out and about
after my head injury. It still hurt, mostly when I moved or with loud noises, but that didn?t matter to me, I just wanted to see Jason. That was all that
mattered in the world. That night I kept trying not to cry, but everything seemed to remind me of Jason, and the tears came anyway. I called him countless
times, but never got an answer.
The next week was the same. Jason wasn't at school and nobody seemed to know where he was. I still called him every night, but I no longer hoped
for an answer. In school, all my teachers were worried because I had become so sullen and moody, lashing out at the slightest thing. I also stopped eating
lunch in our old spot, opting to brave the noise of the cafeteria instead.
I suppose it was inevitable, but, well, I just snapped. I was eating my lunch and dealing with the stares and comments, now being the 'suddenly'
goth kid, when one of the football players, a muscular wolf, flanked by two of his teammates, decided he needed an ego boost. He pushed his way up to my
table and sat. "Hey, Chrissy, where's your little boyfriend, eh?" He was slurring his speech a bit. He smirked at me, and I ignored him, biting into the
crappy pizza they always served. "Hey, I'm asking you a question, you're not too high and mighty to talk to me are you? Well I don't think so, faggot"
He lifted my head up by my chin, bringing my ice cold stare up to his big dumb eyes. The hatred in my gaze froze him up for a second. He smelled like
vodka. "Now listen good, faggot. I asked you why you stopped hanging out with that fag cat. You decide to grow some balls where that hairy pussy was? or
is he dead? Cause that's what I heard." That was it. My pizza clattered to the tray and I stood, stepping around the table to square up to him.
He swayed to meet me. "Never. And I mean never. Talk about Jason like that." He looked puzzled for a moment before anger took hold.
"What did you say to me?" I sized him up in my mind. Drinking at lunch would not pay off for him today I decided.
"I said never talk about my boyfriend like that, dumbass." A crowd had started to form, and he wan't going to let someone like me intimidate him
in front of the whole cafeteria. Administratiors were also walking closer, but that didn't stop him from charging me. Coach never made it through the
crowd until it was over. He swung at me, his fist curving at my head, and I ducked under it, stepping forward in one fluid motion, my elbow colliding with
his ribs, my full weight and momentum behind it. I felt the crunch more than heard it, and he appeared to roll forward, before he crashed into the ground
whimpering. I stood up, just as coach reached the center of the circle of dumbfounded furs. He looked at the star quarterback who had just carried the
team to the finals, who was now rolling on the floor in pain, clutching his rib. His two buddies were just staring at him in confusion.
By this point, I was already collecting my things, and was about to leave the area. The crowd had begun to disperse, those who had arrived late or
not had a good enough view already excitedly listening to he tale from their friends. A few furs, including some I knew from before, were just watching
me leave.
Coach wasted no time catching up to me, angrily grabbing my arm. "Chris, you're coming to the office with me. I'll see you expelled for this."
I didn't bother to argue. It wouldn't have helped anyway. I just let him drag me back the other way, through the back door to the office, and depositing
me in one of the chairs outside the vice principal's office. In the row of three chairs sat only one other fur, a wolf dressed in baggy pants sort of like
mine, but with patches and such all over, and a black hooded sweatshirt. I reached down to my bag, rummaging through it, still fuming.
"Hey, man. My name's Kevin." He half-whispered to me "what they catch you for, weed or something?" I looked up for a moment into his slightly
bloodshot eyes. That was obviously what he was here for. He kinda smelled like it too.
I gave him an evil grin. "Nah, just beat the shit outta the quarterback. No more winning games this season, huh?" I gave a laugh and went back to
looking through my things.
"Ahhh, cool. Don't give a shit about that anyway. Fuck this school."
I couldn?t have agreed with him more.
He looked at the entrance to the office where coach had stormed in. Loud voices were filtering out the door. "Coach seems pissed though, huh?"
I just gave a nod as I found my mp3 player, pulling it out and hooking the buds onto my ears, consciously keeping them perked despite the rage and
adrenaline coursing through me. I pushed play and started to listen to the music, the sound beginning to calm me a bit.
"Christopher? Mr. Maglo will see you in his office now." The feline receptionist called out to me, her voice shrill over the sound of my tunes.
I cursed, ripping the headphones off and throwing them into my rucksack, slinging it over my shoulder. As I passed, I gave her a glare of what I believed
to be the appropriate amount of teenage anger and pushed the door to the office open.
"Sit." Mr. Maglo, one of the two vice principals for my school, unfortunately not known for reasonable punishment, was sitting by his desk, and
coach stood to his left, arms crossed. "Sit down." He repeated.
I sat. I looked between the two, the look on Mr. Maglo's face one of pure displeasure, at me obviously, and the one on coach's one of deep anger.
I gave them a grin. "Is there a problem?"
"Of course there's a problem!!" Coach burst out, stopped by a look from Mr. Maglo.
"I hear you attacked John Wilken today at lunch. I also hear he's on the way to the hospital with a broken rib. I'm afraid you're in some deep
trouble, Christopher."
I gave him a glare. "Did you hear how he provoked me, and swung first?"
"That's not what Coach Harrison here said. And the two other witnesses he brought in said the same. You provoked him and then attacked. Not that
it matters after this, but species-discriminatory comments are not tolerated here. Besides," he commented, looking me up and down, "you,re practically a
wolf yourself."
I looked with a disgusted glare at coach. "Bullshit. Maybe some witnesses who're not on his goddamn team might tell the fucking truth!? My ears
were forward at coach, and a snarl broke out on my muzzle.
"That 'team' you mentioned just now is one week from the finals for the first time for this school in ten years, and now their star quarterback is
out of commission for the rest of the season!" Mr. Maglo snapped. "Your actions were far out of what this school tolerates, and that's far too lenient as
it is. Your level of aggressiveness, as we've just seen, is also far outside our limits. Not to mention, your... behavior with the other young men here
at Central high is not the reputation we want for our school. This, along with complaints from all your teachers about your attitude and your recent
decline in your grades, simply demonstrates that there is only one course of action to be taken here."
I let loose a growl, already knowing what was about to happen.
"I'm afraid I'm going to have to expel you from this school altogether. The district will call to inform your parents, and to give you your new
assignment for schooling in the district. I'm also afraid since it's so late in the semester, you'll probably have to retake all these classes next year."
He slid a yellow pad towards me on the desk. "I'm going to have to ask you to sign this."
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When I arrived home that evening, both my parents were waiting for me in the kitchen. My brother jumped up when I walked in, "You got kicked out of
school? You're in so much trouble!"
I tensed up, but before I could swat him for that, my father interrupted. "Billy, go to your room, we need to have a talk with your brother."
I flopped into the chair across from them, as my brother shot me a teasing glance and stuck out his tongue. I decided to ignore him; it's what kid
brothers do. Besides, I'd end up getting my vengeance soon enough I was sure. Horrible noogies awaited him.
I turned to look at my parents, and finally, after a tense minute, spoke up. "I'm sorry, but I didn't start anything. He was making fun of me for...
well, he insulted Jason."
My mom spoke up. "Oh, Chris, you really love Jason, don't you?" I froze up, this was not how I was planning to break this to my parents. I hung my
head and a blush crept into my ears. I whimpered "Yeah. I do."
My dad took the opportunity to speak up. "While we have no problem with that, you DID get yourself kicked out of your high school regardless of the
circumstances. And that's more of a problem for you than us. We just want to help you get through this, but you're gonna have to straighten yourself out...
errr, figuratively speaking." He added.
I gave my parents a sad smile, for the first time realizing exactly how much they understood and wanted to help me. "I will. I just... I just wish
Jason hadn't disappeared. Why would he do that to me?" I choked back sobs as I thought about him once again.
"I don't know, hun, I'm sorry, I called his mother again yesterday, but she still says he's unavailable. I'm sure he feels like he has a good reason."
"I know. Thanks guys." I stood and gave them both hugs, before heading up to my room, trying to hold back tears.
She gave me a sad smile as I walked out. "Just remember, do what makes you happy, just keep safe, alright hon?"
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I collapsed on my bed, the tears once again flowing. I'd really fucked up this time. Getting kicked out had ended it all. Now, I would never see
Jason again for sure. What would he have thought of this? What had I become? I looked over at the old snapshot of us, one we had taken at Disneyland when
we were both in junior high. I had set it up next to my bed, but his eyes no longer looked happily out of the picture at me. I reached out and turned it
around so I couldn't see his eyes. I still couldn't understand, after I had completely given him my heart, devoted myself to him, why he would leave. What
was hurting him so badly? Even after all this, I was still more worried about him than anything.
I picked up the phone, almost out of instinct, and dialed his home for what felt like the thousandth time since the hospital. It rang, over and over,
and just when I expected to hear the answering machine, his timid voice came over the line...
"Hello...?"
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