|No Longer Fighting Yesterday
Author: Miyuko Yamada PM
Discontinued...sorry but my muse died.Rated: Fiction M - English - Romance/Hurt/Comfort - Words: 1,182 - Reviews: 2 - Favs: 5 - Follows: 2 - Published: 07-02-10 - Status: Complete - id: 2824324
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(A/N)Hellos! I am fall4themusic, new-ish here! This is my second story here, so please please please review if you want more. Feel free to talk to me whenever. And please please please visit my page, because I have a list of stories I'm considering starting, so please tell me which is the best. I hope you enjoy it. More to come, I promise!
Ch.1 Jinx's Point of View
My vision blurred slightly as I fluttered my eyes open. The lamp on the bedside table had been turned on. I leaned up and saw him standing there, tall and stature, with broad shoulders and fully dressed. I pulled the blanket over my exposed chest.
"What are you doing?" sleep was still thick in my voice.
He turned around, facing me and tying his tie, "Jinx…Just go back to sleep, okay?" Cameron cooed.
"Cami…please tell me what."
"Gotta go to work," he pushed to blonde hair off of my forehead and kissed me softly there.
"O-oh," I suddenly felt stupid for asking the question, "Do you have to go?"
"Yeah…I mean I'm a really important man," he went back to readying himself for the day, "I think you may have fever. Take some medicine when you get up."
"Oh….I will…But are you sure there's no way you could stay here with me today."
"God, you are so needy. Sorry, but I can't. I have a lot of work to do…You can call if you need anything."
"I love you. You know you would make a really great girlfriend," he took a seat on the edge of the bed.
"But…But I'm a boy."
"That's a real pity then, isn't it?"
He turned and walked out of the room. I reached over to the lamp, turned it off, then fell back into the cloud of pillows letting sleep and sickness overwhelm me.
I woke to the feeling of vomit in my throat. I flung the covers back and jumped from the bed, running as fast as I could to the bathroom. I pulled up the lid of the toilet and let it all go.
He didn't have to tell me I was sick. I knew that. I knew that very very well. I'm actually surprised that I was able to hold down that food for so long! That was certainly a sign to recovery, I thought.
Just yesterday, I thought leaning over the toilet, I was on the streets. Just yesterday I was homeless, starving, sick, and hopeless. I thought I was going to die. I had absolutely nothing. Then he came up to me…
"Hey kid," a man in a business suit with neat short brown hair gently kicked my foot, "You want so food or something?"
I looked up at him, with stars in my eyes, "S-sir… I can't repay you…or …or anything…and… and I'm sick…so it would probably go to waste anyway…I'm sorry sir…I just couldn't."
"Nonsense!" he smiled holding out his hand to me.
I eyed him cautiously, as though he was crazy for offering some benevolence to some disheveled homeless teen.
"I don't bite…Come on."
I vigilantly placed my hand in his and tried my hardest to rise to my feet. I was awfully weak. My knees buckled and I crashed agonizingly back to the ground.
"Do you need me to carry you?"
My mouth kept opening and closing, like a fish, "I-I'm sorry!" I finally managed.
He kneeled down taking my in his arms, cradling my close to his chest. I could only imagine how terribly I smelt. He however, smelled of expensive cologne. I gripped his shirt and nestle close to him.
"Thank you," I whispered.
He only smiled at me compassionately, "I'm Cameron Jory."
He took my back to his incredibly spacious condo in the rich part of town. When we entered, a maid greeted us, saw me, then began freaking out.
"Mr. Jory! Please warn me when you are planning on bringing home a guest! I would have prepared more food, and set the table, and, from the looks of it, drew a bath," the woman shot me a snide look.
"Well I am going to draw a bath and bathe him, then we will be out for dinner. Please set another plate, Maelene."
"Certainly sir," the woman eyed me with prudence.
"You…" I began, "You're going to bathe me?"
"I don't see why not."
"Well..." I blushed very luridly, "We…we're both guys….Won't that be…a little…weird?"
"I don't mind it."
I was rapidly learning to love that man's warm alert smile. He seemed so soft and caring; I couldn't help but find myself beginning to fall head over heels for this man.
He carried me into the bathroom and helped me undress while the water was running. After undressing me, he tenderly set me down in the water. I felt so vulnerable and helpless. I couldn't do anything for myself due to lack of nutrition.
"When's the last time you had a nice hot bath?
"……There are scars all over you're back," Cameron stated.
"Y-yeah…it's something that happened a long time ago," I said with a nervous laugh.
"…Jinx…I can give you everything your heart could ever desire…I can give you food, and a bed, and medical care…I can give you absolutely everything… and I just want one thing in return."
I cocked my head to the side, puzzled.
"You…All I want in return is you."
"…I-I don't' quite understand what you're asking for…"
"I want you to be mine and no one else's… I want your mind…and your body," the man gave me a lusty gaze and soothingly moved one hand across my exposed chest, spending chiils down my spine, "Do you understand now…I want you to be only mine Jinx…and if you agree, I'll give you everything you could ever even dream of having."
All I could do was nod.
The night continued on as planned, me eating almost nothing at dinner, fearing I would vomit it all back up in a matter of minutes. After dinner, Cameron brought me back to his room and laid me down on his bed. We both removed all of our clothes and he put his hands everywhere on my body. He said he didn't want to do it with me until I was a little healthier. He did give me oral sex though. Cameron didn't want to push me, but I did give him a hand-job. I couldn't deny it…I loved this man. He was everything to me.
It was already the next morning and I was leaning over the toliet. How much longer would I be sick?