Jonas x Asher The Giver

Memories

(I've lost all common sense and will to live)

(This Is Only The Beginning)

Six years, Jonas counted. For six years he had been doing training to become the next receiver. He's eighteen now, and his last day of training was about a week ago. The Giver Transferred the last memory into him and that was that. However, Joans can't stop thinking about that day, specifically the last memory he gave him. He recalls it perfectly.

He was sitting on the bed in the annex room, topless as usual. The clock on the wall showed that they only had a little under an hour left.

"It has been a great time working with you Jonas," The Giver said. He was sitting in a chair across from Jonas.

"It certainly has, but why would you say that so soon? We still have a lot of time left! Certainly, that wasn't the last of the memories, right?" Jonas had grown very used to questioning The Giver.

The Giver shook his head. "A few more yes..."

The Giver paused, a strange crack of apprehension in his voice. Out of all his years working with The Giver, Jonas had only seen him act this way when the memory was bad. Like a bee sting or war. Jonas braced himself for pain, but his assumption was far off the mark.

The Giver ordered Jonas to lay down. "I've been avoiding giving you these memories up until now. I told myself I'd just give you them when you were older, but I ended up forgetting and waiting a bit too long."

Jonas trembled, his fists clenching. "Are they bad memories?"

The Giver chuckled and placed his hand on Jonas' back. "I wouldn't say their bad. Some of them are definitely lengthy though. It'll take a while." 

That didn't seem very funny to Jonas, not at the current moment at least. He would get it though. He really would understand it. Without warning, the memories came flooding in. Jonas had braced himself for pain, but there was none. 

The first memory took place in a hotel room. Jonas was laying with his back down on a mattress. It seemed blurry, but he knew he was not alone. There was a women in the room with him, sitting over top of him actually. It was pretty hard not to notice her.

A strange feeling sparked through his body, he realized what was happening and the word came into his head, dare he repeat it out loud. Sexual intercourse. It was strange and unfamiliar, but as he gained more and more memories of it he began to enjoy it.

The many different positions, places, and people. Men, women, and people outside of binary boundaries. He didn't even know the majority of the things he had seen were even possible!

Eventually, after what felt like an eternity, the memories stopped and he reawoke. His body was exhausted, he could barely more, but he had to. He sat up, staring at the floor as he couldn't bring himself to look The Giver in the eyes right after experiencing that.

He felt shamefully and embarrassed, but also a great pleasure and satisfaction. That's how he remembered his last day in training and that's exactly what happened. Dirty, filthy, guilty pleasure.

About a weeks time has passed since then, which brings us to the present. Jonas is currently living in a dwelling of his own, so he has plenty of alone time to think. Strangely, the memories seemed to blend together with his thoughts. 

Thoes weren't memories though. Jonas realized what those were. They were fantasies. They reminded him of his stirrings. They were pleasurable, but they made him feel guilty. The biggest difference was that he was wide awake. Another difference was the intensity of them and the people involved. It was even more pleasurable then his stirrings, but it also made him feel all the more guilty.

Laying back on the bed in his room, Jonas had one single though for himself. One singular question. "Of all the people why my friend? Why Asher?" He hadn't seen him in a long time, not since he started his training. So why these thoughts? Why now?