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12 October 2007 @ 09:19 pm
Coming Home  



Title: Coming Home
Author: foreverbm
Genre: Angst/Romance
Rating: NC-17


I opened Michael’s hospital room door quietly, knowing he would probably be sleeping. I walked over to his bed and gave him a light kiss and noticed how much more his bruises were fading with each passing day. He was starting to look like his old self now, more color in his cheeks, and a ready smile. It was getting harder and harder to convince him that he wasn’t yet ready to go home. I had spoken to his Doctors on my early morning visit and they seemed to think he would be able to go home on Sunday, but made me promise to keep that information to myself, not wanting to get Michael’s hopes up in case it didn’t eventuate. I couldn’t wait to get him home, the house -- and more importantly our bed, was not the same without him in it. Having Hunter back made going home bearable and I knew how much his return had helped speed up Michael’s recovery.

I loved coming to visit at this time of the night, even though Michael slept most of the time. It was quiet and I was quite happy just to sit and watch him sleep. The thought that I almost lost him was never far from my mind and I remember back to the day when he woke up and I knew that all my prayers had been answered. I went home and shut myself in our room and cried until I had no tears left. It was only Hunter’s continual loud grumblings about there being no food in the house that made me move myself and start to begin to function normally again, knowing that when I went back to the hospital Michael would be awake and beginning his long and slow road to recovery.

I pulled some papers out of my bag that I needed to mark before morning classes but I found my mind wandering back to the time when I first saw Michael. I remember how he had looked up at me and I felt myself drown in those chocolate brown eyes of his. It was the most intoxicating feeling I had ever felt and I knew, at that very moment, that he was ‘the one’. The more time we spent together the more convinced I was that I had found the man I had been looking for all my life and Michael’s reaction and acceptance of my positive status gave me hope that he was beginning to feel the same way.

That hope of mine was dashed days later when Michael told me he couldn’t do it -- he thought he could handle my HIV but realized he was just fooling himself. His words cut me deeply and I couldn’t believe how wrong I had been about him. When he walked out the door, I knew he had taken a huge part of my heart with him.

I tried so hard to forget about him and get on with my life but I just couldn’t get him out of my mind and when I came home from classes one afternoon and he was standing in front of my apartment, I couldn’t believe it. Before I could stop myself I was inviting him inside and I listened to what he had to say -- that he had made a mistake and wanted to carry on from where we had left off and although all I wanted to do was pull him into my arms and never let him go, I knew I couldn’t. He needed to be aware of what being with me would involve; that my positive status was not something that was going to one day just disappear, that it would have some sort of impact on all parts of our lives and that I wasn’t prepared to let myself get hurt again. His eyes were full of hurt and confusion and he looked so miserable but knew I had to be strong and not let my heart rule my head and when he walked out the door I wondered if I would ever see him again.

I found out over the next few days just how determined Michael could be. Everywhere I went, he seemed to be there -- with that smile that made the sun seem dim by comparison and those eyes that I could lose myself in.

After days of feeling like he had become my shadow I finally gave in and invited him to dinner. I had prepared something special, hoping to impress him with my culinary abilities and watching the way he cleaned up his plate, it must have worked.

Although he seemed relaxed he was very quiet and my doubts about him being able to handle the situation began to surface again.

After helping me clean up, he took my hand and led me to the bedroom. He stood in front of me and began to slowly undress me, kissing each piece of my skin as it became exposed. By the time he had removed my pants I thought I was going to come just from the feel of his lips on my skin. Before I realized it had happened, he had removed his own clothes and was lying on the bed.

I walked over to the bed and looked down at him, my eyes feasting on every part of his body and it was as perfect as I knew it would be. I took in his plump red lips and smooth creamy skin, his small but muscular body and those eyes that seemed to mesmerize me.

I climbed onto the bed and knelt over him. I reached into the drawer for the lube and a condom then lifted his legs onto my shoulders. I prepared us both before rolling a condom onto my weeping cock. As I entered him, I watched his face for any sign of doubt or fear but all I could see was lust and want.

We made love slowly, savoring every minute of the first time and it felt like I had come home -- the way our bodies moved together and the way Michael completely surrendered to me convinced me that my initial thought on seeing him was right, he was ‘the one’ and whatever the future held for me, I knew that he would be part of it

We spent the next two days shut in the apartment, making love and talking; discovering everything about each other, only leaving the bed for bathroom breaks and the occasional raid on the fridge when hunger overtook us.

I came out of my daydreaming to find Michael wide awake and watching me.

“Baby, how long have you been awake?” I asked, bending over and kissing him.

“A while.”

“Why didn’t you say something?”

“You seemed a million miles away and I was quite happy just lying here looking at you. What were you thinking about?”

“The day I fell in love with you” and I watched as that dazzling smile crossed his face.

“And when was that?”

“Michael, I’ve told you a hundred times.”

“Tell me again” he asked, reaching out for my hand.

“When I walked into your store and you looked up at me with your beautiful eyes -- I knew that you were the one.”

“And I almost fucked it up, didn’t I?” he said and I could tell by the look in his eyes he was remembering back to that night in the bathroom.

“You reacted how most people would and I understood you feeling that way.”

“But I hurt you so much” he said, and I saw the beginning of tears spring into his eyes.

I reached over and wrapped my arms around him, wanting to get those thoughts out of his head. He nuzzled his head into my neck and I could feel his tears against my skin.

I pulled away from him and laid him gently back on the bed and wiped away his tears.

“Michael, it was one moment a long time ago and in the end it meant nothing because we ended up where we were supposed to be...together.”

I was pleased to see a smile cross his face at my words and knew I had succeeded in getting those dark thoughts out of his head.

“Now, you need to rest” I told him, running my fingers down his cheek.

“I’d sleep better if you were in bed with me” he said, with a cheeky grin.

“You know what happened last time we tried that, the Head Nurse tore strips off of us. I felt like I was back in 8th grade being chastised by my teacher.”

“Yeah me too” Michael said, through his giggling.

I bent down and kissed him softly “Sleep well my love; I will be here when you wake up in the morning.”

I watched as his eyelids slowly closed and his breathing slowed and steadied and I knew he was asleep. I made myself more comfortable, forgetting about the papers that needed grading -- just happy to be sitting here looking at him and knowing I would sleep better here than alone in our bed at home.


I woke up Sunday morning early, excited that the day had finally arrived when I could bring Michael home. I’d had the devil’s own job convincing the gang and more importantly Debbie, that everyone turning up at the hospital was not a good idea. I’d suggested that they all come by tomorrow after Michael had had a day to get used to being at home. In all honesty, I didn’t want to share his homecoming with anyone and I think even Hunter had picked up on that because he had told me last night that he had plans with his mates for the day, after making sure Michael arrived home safely.

When I walked into his room he was sitting in the chair, his bag packed -- sitting on the floor next to him. The moment he saw me he stood up, grabbed his bag and said “Let’s go!”

I gave him a kiss and a hug and took his bag off him.

“Has the Doctor been this morning?”

“Yep, and he told me to go home; to stay in bed and come back and see him next Friday to get a check up. So can we please just go before he changes his mind?”

I laughed as he tried to pull me towards the door, desperate to make his escape.

“Ok baby, lets get you home and into bed”.

“Yes please” he almost purred.

I grinned at him, took his hand and we slowly walked out of the hospital and I once again said a silent prayer of thanks for him being alive.

Hunter had the door open the moment we pulled up in the car. I helped Michael out of the car as Hunter came bounding down the steps and wrapped his arms around Michael.

“About time you got home! Ben might be able to cook but he sucks at housework” he said “and there is never enough food in the house.”

“Smart ass” Michael said, grinning back at him.

I knew Hunter was trying to lighten the mood and keep his emotions in check but I knew how much he had been hanging out for the day Michael came home. He hadn’t said much since the bombing but I knew from things he had let slip that he was more worried about Michael than he let on.

He grabbed the bag as I wrapped my arms around Michael and we made our way slowly up the steps. Although Michael had assured me he was fine, I could tell just how much the trip home had taken out of him.

“Time to get you into bed I think” I told him and he nodded wearily.

“Geez, is that all you guys think about?” Hunter laughed, moving quickly to avoid a slap around the ears from me.

“I’m outta here” he said, grabbing his backpack “I’m going to stay at Chris’s tonight so I’ll see you sometime tomorrow.”


“Michael and I grinned at each other and I know he was thinking how good it was to be home.
Right, let’s get you into bed” I said, picking him up and carrying him slowly up the stairs to our bedroom. I laid him on the bed and undressed him carefully and by the time I had pulled the sheets over him he was asleep; exhaustion had finally taken over.

I got undressed myself and climbed carefully into bed next to him, wrapping my arms around him; relishing the feel of his skin next to mine.

I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I knew I was being woken by the feel of Michael’s lips on mine.

“Hey sleepyhead -- how are you feeling?” I asked him, running my hands down his back.

“Better. I’m sorry I fell asleep so fast -- guess I’m not quite as strong as I thought.”

“It’s going to take time. The doctors told you that, but I have organized to have 2 weeks off, so I will be here to do your bidding.”

His face broke into a huge grin at my words and he pulled me in and kissed me deeply, his tongue exploring my mouth -- reminding me once again how much I had missed having him in our bed. I pulled away and looked at him.

“God, I’ve missed you… kissing you -- touching you” I murmured, running my hands carefully over his chest.

I heard a soft sigh escape from him and felt his body relax. I looked up at him and he nodded his head.

“Are you sure?” I asked, terrified I might in some way hurt him.

“Yes” he said, and that was all the encouragement I needed.

I began to place light kisses over his chest and ran my tongue over his nipple. I heard a gasp from him and looked up. His eyes locked with mine and the love that shone out of them took my breath away. I worked my way down his body, kissing every part of him until I reached his cock. I ran my tongue over the slit, tasting the pre-cum that had gathered there and felt a shudder go through his body.

I took his cock into my mouth and ran my tongue up the length of it and heard a deep throaty moan come from him and I knew he wasn’t going to last long. I reached up the bed seeking his hand as I continued to devour his cock gently and slowly and I heard him cry out my name as he shot warm cum into my mouth, his hand squeezing mine in a death-like grip.

I crawled up the bed and looked down at him; I could still taste him on my lips as I leaned down and kissed him gently.

“Welcome home baby.”
 
 
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shadownyc: stephmck - Ben-Michaelshadownyc on April 5th, 2009 03:17 pm (UTC)
I love the warmth and love in Ben's thoughts and words to Michael.

I thoroughly enjoyed envisioning this wonderful moment as Michael came home from the hospital to Ben and Hunter.
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Michael Owns Me: BestDayEverforeverbm on April 6th, 2009 05:43 am (UTC)
Thank you Shadow :)

They sort of glossed over Michael's recovery and coming home from the hospital in the show, like they did with so many things, and I just needed to look into it more.

I am so pleased it worked for you &hearts
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secretsolitairesecretsolitaire on April 5th, 2009 03:26 pm (UTC)
*happy sigh* That's lovely.
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Michael Owns Me: LoveKitchenforeverbm on April 6th, 2009 05:43 am (UTC)
Thank you! &hearts
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sjmpetssjmpets on April 6th, 2009 01:34 am (UTC)
sweet chapter. love when ben remembers.
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Michael Owns Me: Ben doorwayforeverbm on April 6th, 2009 05:44 am (UTC)
Thank you! I don't often get into Ben's head and am always pleased when I do, it comes out right :) He loves Michael and his family very much :)
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Pam81: gale xavier armspam81 on January 14th, 2010 01:14 pm (UTC)
As I promised long time ago, here I am, starting to read all of your fics ^^
This one is simply amazing.
So full of love.
I love when Ben remembers their past.
It was great to read about all the steps they've made.
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Michael Owns Meforeverbm on January 14th, 2010 06:20 pm (UTC)
Thank you so much for reading my fics. I hope you enjoy them, there is a wide variety to chose from, and clearly marked especially if you don't like death fics, which I have written.

I like writing about their past when Ben is remembering all they went through to be together. I don't often write from Ben's POV so really happy you enjoyed this one so much &hearts
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fara1903fara1903 on December 10th, 2011 03:28 pm (UTC)
That was a wonderful home coming!
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