Body of Water (12 page)

I fell against the building and shook my head, trying to shrug off the dizziness but when I opened my eyes, my vision was still blurred. Cool air swept over me from the window and I lurched towards it.

I woke in darkness, my memories swimming up to paint in the broad strokes. Dom, stone, panic, pain. The pain remained. I lifted a hand to feel my body but my arm ached. A movement off to my left startled me and I cried out in surprise.

"Shh, Leven, it's OK." A familiar male voice whispered in the darkness. "Cover your eyes while I put a light on."

The light thundered in my head causing the pounding to intensify.

A cool hand felt my brow and adjusted my covers.

"Shaun? Is that you?"

"I bet you weren't expecting me."

"I thought you were gone."

"I'm back. It seems you're up to your old tricks. What happened? Did you freak out?"

"I've been having panic attacks since Mum..."

"I see. Well, you're hurt but you'll live. You went through a window. Lots of cuts to your arms and a bump on your head. No idea how you managed it though; it was thick glass. All that working out must be paying off."

"More trouble than it's worth, it seems."

Shaun laughed but he didn't smile. "Time for some painkillers. I've dressed your wounds, and you've a few stitches here and there."

"Where am I?"

Shaun smiled this time. "In your room. Sit up and take these."

"I feel terrible."

"Well, no surprises there. What happened?"

"I don't know. I've been getting anxious when I go out. I followed Dom to a farmhouse, he disappeared, and then I started to feel really dizzy."

"Disappeared? People don't disappear. Sounds like a panic attack to me. You need to learn to relax, mate."

I became aware of Shaun's hand on my thigh as he sat on the edge of the bed. Shaun followed my gaze to his hand but he left it there anyway.

"It's been a long time, hasn't it?"

Another memory came back to me. Painful and bitter. "How's the wife?"

Shaun's snatched his hand back and looked at the floor. I kept my eyes on him, trying to read his expression.

"You wouldn't understand."

"Try me."

"Dad packed me off to military school right after he found out about us. They always visited me after that. I was never allowed to come home. I was confused. Dad drummed it into me that it - you - was just a phase. When I met Charlotte I thought I was doing the right thing."

"For who?"

"For everyone."

"For me?"

"Especially you."

"How do you work that out?"

"Dad said you hated me. That Ruth and Alex were reconsidering your adoption. I had to stay away for your sake."

"Why didn't you write to me or try and contact me?"

"For the same reasons you didn't I expect."

"I didn't know where you were."

"Did you think I hated you?"

I nodded, mute.

"How could I ever hate you? You were my first."

"Really?"

"Really." He looked at me for a long time. "Can I kiss you? I'll be careful."

He didn't wait for an answer. He leaned in and brushed his lips against mine. Shaun tasted of vanilla sugar, just how I remembered him. Despite the shooting pains in my forearms, I raised my hands to hold Shaun's head, feeling the short brush of red hair, coarse in my fingers. Shaun had become much better at kissing, his mouth and tongue taking the lead. He leaned back, licked his lips, and smiled.

"I've missed you so much," I said.

"I've missed you too. I'm sorry I was such a coward. I was so scared that Dad might cause trouble for you with your parents. When I went away I prayed that you'd forget about me and that you'd find someone special. Has there been anyone?"

"No one." I stroked Shaun's face.

Shaun looked down at the bulge in his jogging bottoms and laughed. "Looks like he remembers you, too. Some things never change. I always had a hard-on around you."

I laughed and reached out to touch the mound of flesh, feeling it react to my touch. Shaun was very quiet now while he watched my hand working in his lap. After a moment, a damp patch soaked through to the surface of the thick jersey. I ran my thumb over it and brought it back to my lips.

"We have some unfinished business."

Shaun stood and shucked himself free of his clothes, his fat cock jutting straight out. The tip glistened in the light and his cock bounced as he tore off his t-shirt.

"Is anyone here?" I was afraid of someone walking in on us. The shock of Shaun's dad discovering us still loomed in my mind.

Shaun shook his head and worked his shaft, swinging one leg up and across my chest, positioning his cock in front of my mouth. It smelt a day old, clean but fragrant. I licked the tip, tasting it, and realised that it tasted sweet, just like his mouth. He made a little sound as I took hold of his balls and felt their weight. They seemed bigger now. Everything about Shaun seemed bigger now. Years of training had solidified the muscle he sported when we were teenagers. He seemed more of a man than I'd ever felt.

I took a mouthful of his cock, running my tongue around the circumference of the tip, and let out a moan. The vibration caused a tremor in him and he pushed his cock deeper into my mouth. I looked up at him. He looked back down at me, his eyes riveted on the view. I wondered if any other men had sucked Shaun's cock since we had been caught so many years ago.

He twisted around and grabbed the shape of my cock through the blanket. The touch was enough to make me groan again. He clambered back on the bed and pulled the blanket back.

"Still no underwear, eh?" He smiled as my stiff prick lay between us, slick in its own goo.

He bent down and darted his tongue into the mess before he kissed me hard on the mouth.

"I really shouldn't be doing this with a patient," he purred, "but I'll make an exception for one as sexy as you. Now will you please fuck me?"

"You'll have to be on top."

"Just how I've thought about it." He winked and edged forward on the bed.

Once in position, he spat into his hand and coated my shaft with his spittle. The wet touch felt good and I couldn't help but jerk my hips off the bed a little.

Shaun smiled and raised an eyebrow.

"Sure you'll last?"

"As long as you, yeah."

Using more spit, he reached behind him and lubricated his hole before he lowered himself onto my shaft. We both sighed as the full insertion was complete. Shaun remained still apart from his cock which bounced wildly, triggering a tighter grip on my prod at the same time.

"I've thought about this for so fucking long."

I pulled myself up to rest on my elbows, ignoring the pain, and kissed him again. If Shaun started to ride me I didn't know how long I'd last so I enjoyed his mouth and the sensation of my cock inside him. Something that I didn't think would have ever happened and may not happen again. I had to enjoy every minute of this now.

The kiss was returned with passion. Locked together like this, our union so close, so intimate, seemed natural and inevitable. Shaun's legs bulged with the strain of holding him in position and started to tremble. He tipped his weight forwards to his knees. With a slow and steady rhythm, he started to ride me.

Shaun's cock was pointing upright now, flat against his stomach. I lay back, my hands behind my head, and enjoyed the view. He really had been taking care of himself, his body shaved except for a patch of dark red hair above that magnificent dick. His balls hung low and stuck briefly to my skin between strokes. Army dog tags hung in the deep valley of his chest, tapping against the hard flesh. His eyes never left mine and he smiled the whole time, big white teeth in contrast to his heavily freckled skin.

He swore and his cock erupted, squirting wildly across my stomach. The sudden clench of his arse around my dick took me by surprise and tipped me over an edge I hadn't realised I was so near. I gushed inside him, the thickening pump of my cock fighting the vice grip of Shaun's tight hole.

His mouth was on me again as we continued to come, hungry for something I had, almost devouring me as the orgasms gripped us both.

As the pumping slowed, our mouths disconnected, Shaun rocked back and then up, allowing my still-hard cock to slide out.

"Where did you learn to fuck like that?" I struggled to get my breath back.

"That was my first time." Shaun had a half-smile. "I told you your cock would be the first I ever took."

"That was years ago."

He laughed and kissed me. "I keep my promises."

"I don't know what to say."

"Say nothing and do what ye promised. Ah want tae go home."

"What?" I blinked hard and looked up into Shaun's eyes.

But they weren't Shaun's eyes. Two slate-grey eyes peered into mine.

It was Dom.

"He doesn't belong here, Dom. Why don't ye see that?" The voice was female, pitched high with frustration.

"Ah don't belong here but here Ah am all the same." His voice rumbled at the opposite pitch to hers.

I opened my eyes. I was on the sofa in the lounge, draped in a blanket, a thick pillow behind my neck and shoulders. I swallowed and tasted blood in my parched mouth. I couldn't tell if it was early morning or late afternoon. The smell of freshly brewed coffee wafted into the room. I hadn't seen Dom drink anything but water so I assumed he knew this woman well enough to offer her a drink other than that.

I wasn't sure which memories were real and which were dreams. There was Dom, the millhouse, his... disappearance, then Shaun.

My heart sank at the thought of him. I knew that he had been a dream.

Not wanting to alert Dom and his companion I stayed as still as possible while lifting the blanket. My head thumped and my limbs ached. I was naked except for the gauze which had been taped clumsily to patches of my skin. Blood had soaked through a number of them. The blanket was stuck to my parts of my stomach. With equal measures of horror and relief I realised that I'd had a wet dream.

"Ye don't understand the danger he's in," the woman pressed on. "If Tammie hadn't found him who knows what might have happened."

"We're all in danger, Maggs."

So that's who it was. Maggs. What was she doing here?

"What do ye mean by that?"

Dom sounded frustrated. "Haven't ye looked outside? Do ye remember a Simmer Dim as bad as this?"

"Ye mean...?"

"Her power should be strong now, the seas should be calm, but this," I imagined him jutting a finger towards the window, "is his doing."

"Ye think she's dead?" There was fear in her voice.

"Ah can't say for sure but Ah think not. Ah'm sure Ah'd feel it if she was. But something is wrong, Ah know that much."

"Have you... asked Mackay?" She sounded nervous now.

Dom grunted. "He tells me nothing. Ah'm expected tae do as Ah'm told withoot question."

"I could ask-"

"He trusts no one, not even the beuy."

"That doesn't surprise me."

"Why d'ye say that?"

"I can't tell ye, not yet, but there's a reason he was taken away. He must leave."

"No. Ah need him."

"Ye've told him?!"

"Not exactly. Ah can't find the words."

"I can't ever begin to understand what it's like for ye, Dom, to be here like this but ye have to think of the boy. This is no time to be selfish."

I didn't need to see the fury on Dom's face. The sound of him trying to control his breathing and the snort through his nostrils was enough.

Silence followed, then Maggs' heavy sigh. I heard the kitchen door open before both the sound of the ocean and the freshness of the cool, salty air, rushed in.

"Please, Dom. Do what's right for him."

The door closed and the silence returned. I could only bear it for a moment before I raised my head to look into the kitchen. Dom sat at the table, his head in his hands.

"Dom?" My voice crackled as I called out his name.

He wiped his eyes with his sleeves before he stood up and walked in to kneel next to me but his thick lashes remained wet and his eyes were rimmed in red.

"Are ye all right, Moppy? Ye gave me a fright when Ah got home and ye were gone."

"You gave me a fright when you vanished." I tried to sit up but my movement caused my torn skin to stretch and burn with pain.

Dom placed one hand on my chest and pushed me gently back down into the cradle of the pillow. "Vanished?"

"I know what I saw. You picked up that stone and then you were gone."

"Ye must have dreamed it." He forced a smile that didn't reach his eyes and then patted my stomach. "Ye had quite a night." The silver sparkle flitted back into his eyes and I knew he was referring to the mess I'd made during the only thing that I was certain had been a dream. Shaun.

Mortified, I groaned. "Please tell me you and Maggs weren't here when-"

"She wasn't."

"But you?"

He didn't have to say a word. The look was enough. The same look of grinning triumph he'd given me while he'd eaten my breakfast a few days ago.

Covering my face with my palm, I squeezed my eyes shut. "I don't believe you saw that."

"Losh, it wasn't as loud as the other dreams ye've had."

"My nightmare? I've had that since I was a kid."

Dom's brow pressed down in thought. "Ah don't dream. At least not that Ah can remember."

"You don't even seem to sleep. You're out every night."

He attempted nonchalance and failed. "Why did ye follow me last night?"

"The same reason that anyone follows anyone. To see where they're going and what they're doing."

"And what did ye find oot?"

"Nothing I can be sure about. If anything I have more questions than-"

I felt the cold and smelled the salt before I heard the kitchen door burst back open. A flurry of small footsteps preceded Maggs' reappearance. She paused for a moment when she saw me awake but her urgency drove her into the room. "Dom, there's something you should see."

Try as I might I couldn't jump up and follow them both outside as fast as I'd have liked. Each movement caused new shocks of pain to reverberate through me. By the time I'd wrapped the blanket around me, stood and steadied myself, both Maggs' and Dom's voices had faded away. I shuffled to the kitchen door that still hung open, forgotten in their impatience to go outside. I rested against the door frame and squinted into the wind but saw neither of them.