City Of Dreams Ch. 06

Bailey's point of view.

For as way back as I can remember Jeremiah has always been a part of my life. We had started kindergarten together and were just two weeks apart in age. We bonded instantly and he was like the younger brother I could never have. I didn’t have any brothers or sister, and neither did Jeremiah. I think that is part of what caused us to be closer than just friends and more like brothers. Have you ever met someone for the first time and felt like you’ve known him forever? That is how it was with us. We were like two magnets drawn together. And like opposite poles of magnets we had two completely different personalities. The old adage of opposites attracting certainly applied in our case. We were like night and day, but we clicked together. I would come to realize later in life that the bond we shared was a very unique and special one. I’ve never experienced it with anyone else.

It was probably around first or second grade that I realized that something wasn’t right with Miah, the shortening of his name started in kindergarten when I wasn’t able to say his full name. He would show up for school with bruises all the time, or he would even limp sometimes. I knew that he was a bit of a klutz, but never to the point to cause some of the bruising he had on his body. I was too young at that point to realize exactly what was going on. So whatever story Miah had given me to explain the bruises I went along with it if anyone asked. It was in fifth grade that everything changed.

My mom had taken us to the local pool to go swimming and we were in the locker rooms changing. Miah sometimes wore his shirt in the pool and used the excuse that he was very sensitive to the sun and didn’t want to get sunburned. I didn’t believe that because there were plenty of times when we came to the pool and he didn’t wear a shirt. Miah was one of those people that could stay in the sun butt naked for a week and he still wouldn’t burn. In the summer he always had a deep, golden brown tan, and I was always jealous. It took me at least a month to get the color he could get in a few days. Today though was one of those ‘shirt in the pool’ days. I wouldn’t have thought anything of it, but as I turned to say something he was quickly pulling on the tank top he was changing into. He wasn’t fast enough though. I could see part of a very large bruise on his back.

I asked him how he got that one, and he mumbled some excuse about falling down the steps. Normally Miah made a joke about what happened when he got hurt, but not this time. He was very quiet and refused to look at me. I tried to ask him about it and he got really defensive and started to yell at me to mind my own business. Now I knew something was up! We never fought. Ever. I stepped toward him to try and calm him down and he backed up against the lockers and winced in pain. He looked at me with fear in his eyes and asked me not to hurt him. Hearing those words come out of his mouth completely crushed me. Why would he think that I would hurt him? I walked up to him and calmed him down. I wrapped my arms around him and told him everything was okay; I wasn’t going to hurt him.

Once he calmed down we started to go out to the pool to swim. I couldn’t help myself, but I had to see what was on his back. I stopped him for a second and gently pulled up the back of his tank top. What I saw on his back was enough to make my stomach want to empty its contents right then and there. To this day the memory of it makes my skin crawl. There was a bruise on his back that was so bad it was practically black in color, but that wasn’t the worst part. The worst part of it was the shape of the bruise. It wasn’t a perfect shape, but you could tell what it was. It was the shape of a hand, a very large hand. Suddenly things made sense to me. His father. That’s why we never played at his house if his dad was home. That’s why I could never spend the night there. I was really fucking angry, but at the same time I was also very sad. Who the fuck was his father to think he could do this to him? Miah didn’t deserve it.

I looked up to find Miah’s tear filled eyes staring at me. I never had to say anything. I put my arm around his shoulder and pulled him up against me. We walked out of the locker room like that. From that point on I made it my point to try and hang out at Miah’s house as much as I could. It was my thinking that if someone were there, then maybe his dad wouldn’t do anything. And for the next few years it worked. Miah didn’t show up at school injured or covered in bruises as often as before. It still happened from time to time, but never as bad as that day at the pool. I tried to talk to Miah about it once, but he cut me off with a look. I knew from that day forward he knew I was there for him no matter what. I never brought it up again because I didn’t want to cause him any more pain.

When high school started things started to get a little weird. I was athletic but never really had any interest in actually playing on any of the teams at school. My dad though was very adamant that I try out for the football team. At first I just refused and said I really wasn’t interested. My dad wouldn’t let up though and kept pushing. So to shut him up I went out for the team, and somehow made it. After I made the team my dad started on me again, but about other things. Well not things exactly, it was one thing in particular. Miah. For some reason my dad didn’t like Miah. He never really had problems with him when we were kids, but now all of a sudden he was trying to get me to hang out with other people at school. He was constantly trying to get me to have some of the guys from the team over to hang out and shit like that.

Finally after a few weeks I finally confronted him about it. He stated it was time that I got ‘normal’ friends and that I should stop hanging out with ‘fairy-miah’. I was in shock. I’ve never heard my dad talk like that in my entire life. He was usually a pretty laid back, easy-going guy. I asked him what he was talking about. It turns out that my dad and the football coach at school were old buddies. The coach told him that he heard that Miah was a ‘dirty fag’ and suggested to my father that I shouldn’t be hanging out with him. The coach heard it from some of my teammates and said that hanging around Miah would jeopardize my spot on the team.

I argued with my father and told him that I wouldn’t stop being friends with Miah. And in a moment I will never forget, my father backhanded me. I don’t know who was more shocked, him or me. My father stared at me with a ferocious anger in his eyes that I never knew he was capable of and gave me two options. Either stop being friends with Miah or I would be shipped off to boarding school. He added in there that no son of his would be a ‘fag-lover’. I recoiled at his words. They cut me like a knife. He told me that I better think long and hard before I made my decision, and that the coach would be keeping an eye out to make sure I kept my distance from Miah.

I locked myself in my bedroom that night. Tears streaming down my face for one of the few times in my life. I couldn’t imagine not being around Miah. Not only was he my best friend, but also recently he had become so much more to me. I started realizing over the summer that girls never really held my interest. They were cute and all, but didn’t do a thing for me. I was really confused about what was happening to me, but that confusion ended during one of the nights Miah had spent the night. It was one of the hottest nights of the summer and we were hanging out in my basement watching movies. We had taken our shirts off to help cool us down a bit. I was teasing Miah and had started to tickle him. We ended up wrestling and in a feat of strength I didn’t know he had, Miah pinned me to the floor. Our bare chests were pressed together and he was staring down at me laughing. Our bodies were slick with sweat and feeling him pressed up against my body had made me hard as a rock. I was really embarrassed and I tried to flip him off me before he could notice. I only got him about halfway off of me when he slammed me back onto the ground using the full weight of his body. His chest pressed right up against my own and I could feel his breath on my face. Then the unexpected happened. My body shook and I exploded in my pants. Talk about being embarrassed!!!

He saw the flush on my face and asked if I was ok. I told him I was and that it was just really hot and I needed to cool down. If he only knew how hot I really was right at that moment. I ran to the bathroom to clean up before any evidence could be seen. I was so ashamed. Here he was just joking around and having a good time hanging out with me, and I had to turn into a fucking pervert. Even though I felt like a total shit, I had to admit to myself that it was the best orgasm I ever had since I discovered masturbating a year ago.

In my room that night I made the toughest decision I would ever make in my entire life. I decided that either way I was going to end up losing Miah, but if I stayed here at least I could still see him; maybe even find a way to talk to him and explain things. It never happened though. When I got to school a few of my teammates swarmed around me and always made sure that I was busy or that one of them was with me. My dad wasn’t kidding when he said I would be watched. The worst part of it was having to watch Miah everyday and see the pain he went through. For the first few weeks he tried to come up to me, but someone from the team would always make a rude comment and he’d walk away with his head down. Eventually the guys were asking why I wasn’t joining in with them. I knew that if I didn’t go along they would tell the coach and I would be done at home. I would be shipped off.

I made a promise to myself that as soon as I could find a way I would make this up to Miah and explain to him everything that happened. It was during our senior year of high school that everything went to hell and back. Miah started showing up at school hurt again, but this time was different. As days went by it seemed that the beatings had to be getting worse. The final straw was when he showed up at lunch one day and you could barely recognize his face. It was so swollen and cut up. To make it worse I knew that today was his 18th birthday. I couldn’t handle it anymore. The pain that had been building inside me had grown to be unbearable. I decided that I had to do something and planned on going to his house that night, but then I got fucking stuck at a stupid football game. My dad picked me up afterwards and didn’t leave me out of his sight the rest of the night. Of course he knew it was Miah’s birthday. He did the same thing around any major holiday. He always kept his eyes on me in case I caved in.

I left early for school the next morning and went right to Miah’s house, but his car wasn’t there. The next few days at school I kept an eye out for him, but never saw him. Finally one day in class another student had asked the teacher if he knew why Miah hadn’t been there in a week. The teacher said that Miah had sent a letter to the school explaining that he had enough credits to graduate and had to leave the state to help take care of a sick relative. I knew that was bullshit if I had ever heard it. He left because he was tired of his dad and since he was eighteen he could leave without his father coming after him. In that moment a part of me had died. I knew that I would probably never see him again, and the worst part of it was that somewhere along the line I fell in love with him. And now I would never be able to tell him.

But now everything was different. I had my second chance. I was able to find Miah and talk to him. We went over everything that happened and he was able to forgive me. He asked me to forgive him as well, but he didn’t need my forgiveness. He never did anything to me expect be my friend. I never thought that Miah would ever love me the way I loved him, but I was happy just to have him back in my life at all.

Then that asshole Jeff came into the picture. As soon as I heard that Miah had a date I was jealous as all hell, but I couldn’t let him know that. I just got him back in my life and I wasn’t going to jeopardize that by telling him how I felt. Then to top things off when we were at the karaoke bar I sang a song to Miah that he had sung to me before. I was trying to show him how I felt about him, but when I got the to table he was at the bar talking to Jeff. The green-eyed monster overtook me in a matter of seconds. I felt like my heart was going to explode. It was one thing to know that Miah might be seeing someone, but it was something else to actually physically see them together. Kermit was right. It isn’t fucking easy being green!

When we found out that Jeff had beat Miah up like that I thought I was having a fucking heart attack. How dare anyone treat Miah like that! He deserved so much more. Miah took off and luckily Gina told me where to find him. I was so lucky that Miah found someone like Gina. At first I thought she was a complete and total uber bitch, but then I actually spent time with her and talked to her. The tough girl thing is a total act! Underneath that entire hard exterior is a true heart of gold. She is a really kind and warm person. She is just crazy as hell, but I loved it.

I raced back to the apartment as fast as I could, and took the steps to the roof two at a time. When the door swung open my breath caught in my throat. Miah was standing in the middle of the roof with his face looking up at sky, and was totally soaked from the pouring down rain. Lightning flashed through the sky, and the light from it made Miah look like an angel. My God he is so beautiful. He really has changed since I saw him last. That moment on the roof will be burned into my memory for the rest of my life. When he told me that he loved me, I was in total shock. I never really allowed myself to believe that it could happen, that Miah could actually love me after everything that had happened. It seemed that fate had other ideas though. And thank goodness it did! When our lips met for that first time I could have swore that lightning had struck us. That is how powerful his kiss was to me.

After we came back down from the roof we ended up making love. I would say we had sex, but it was so much more than that. Now I’m not like a slut or anything, but I was never a prude either. But oh my God, the things that Miah made me feel that night. Just feeling his fingertips brush against me or his breath on my neck made my body explode with pleasure I never even dreamed existed. The whole night reminded me of one of my favorite quotes and I just wished I could remember who said it. It goes like this ‘life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away’, and if that is true then Miah gave me about a thousand moments last night. I always thought that love was just an emotion, but last night he showed me that love can be physical as well.

So now here I am lying in bed with the man of my dreams. His body pressed snuggly up against my chest with my arms wrapped around him. He was nuzzling up against me in his sleep and it was the sweetest thing in the world. If that man didn’t already steal my heart away, then he would have right at this moment. The early morning light streamed in through the rain that was still pouring outside. The sunlight ran across Miah’s face and it made him truly look like an angel. My angel. I felt myself falling back asleep as Miah still snuggled up against me. I had to be the luckiest man in the world.

* * *

I felt the sun shining on my face and the light was actually annoying me. I didn’t want to wake up yet. I rolled over and reached out for Bailey, but the bed was empty. I sat up and pushed my hair back out of my face. Now where the fuck did he go this time? Before I was even done thinking it I heard the shower kick on. Hmmm. This could fun!

I quietly snuck into the bathroom and I could just make out his body through the glass doors of the shower. I eased the door open and looked inside. He was leaning back against the wall with his head tilted up with the water running down his face and his eyes were closed. I could see his body shake a bit and I then realized that he was crying. Oh shit! Please don’t let him be upset about what happened last night. I quietly stepped into the shower and shut the door. I reached out and ran my hand down his rock hard chest.

“Hey, B.” I said in a soft murmur.

His head jerked forward in surprise and he slipped. It was a good thing I moved fast otherwise he would have hit the shower floor. I was lucky though because I was barely able to keep myself up as my arms grabbed his hot, wet body.

“Jesus, Miah, you scared the fucking shit out of me.” He choked out.

“Why are you crying, B?” I ran my hand gently over his face. “Is everything ok?”

“Everything is perfect, baby.” A huge smile lighting up his face. “It’s just that this feels like a dream. I’ve thought about this for so long, and I can’t believe it’s finally happened. They were happy tears.”

I pushed Bailey back up against the shower wall and I pinned his arms above him. I was in a frisky mood this morning and figured I might as well have a little fun. Besides, can anyone really resist a hot fucking naked guy all soaking wet in their shower? I didn’t think so. Bailey’s eyes widened a bit with shock.

“Miah, what are you …”

I cut him off by pressing my lips against his and sliding my tongue into his hot mouth. It took him a moment to respond, but I soon felt his tongue slide eagerly into my mouth. I pulled back a bit.

“I want you to tell me if this feel likes a dream, Bail.”

I moved my body forward under the water with him until our bodies barely touched. My chest and cock was brushing up against his very lightly. I could feel the groan begin to rumble in his chest before I even heard it. Both of our cocks were rock hard at this point and were rubbing up against each other. I kept his arms pinned above him and rubbed the full length of my body up against him. His body shuddered and arched with pleasure. Our lips and tongues met again in a fierce battle. I leaned my head over and started to lick and suck on the bicep of his left arm. My mouth started to trail down his arm and move in closer to his chest. Just as my mouth was about to make contact with the spot directly under his arm his eyes opened and his eyebrows rose in question. Before he could even open his mouth to say anything I gently flicked my tongue back and forth right on the spot where his arm met his chest.

The breath left his lungs in one long, sharp hiss and his body shuddered so hard I thought he might of shot off right there. I flicked my tongue back and forth again a few more times and Bailey finally was able to catch his breath.

“Baby, I don’t know what you are doing, but please don’t stop.”

That was all the encouragement I needed and I buried my face against him. I took a deep breath and reveled in the scent of my man. I am not talking scent as in a bad smell, but that natural primal scent that a man gives off. You know what I’m talking about. It turned me on so much I couldn’t help but moan as I felt my cock surge with precum. I moved my head to the other side of his chest and gave him the same treatment. I then began sucking and playing with his nipples. I could feel his arms straining against my hands for release. So I let him go.

In a flash of movement, before I could even comprehend what was going on, I found myself pressed up against the wall with Bailey’s tongue down my throat. Not that I am complaining! I just need to find out how that boy is able to move like that! I felt his hands run through my long wet hair as he rubbed the full length of his rock hard cock against me. It was my turn to shudder with pleasure and my body arched up against him trying to feel every inch of his body.