Thai BL Oneshots 🔞 (english)

Chapter 16 - Always here for you (Mii2)

Autor' s note:

Hello dear readers,

This is one of my older storys.

Some people where confused about some things in this story, but it's only fiction as always.

Some characters who are important for this story do not exist in reality.
Also, the oneshot is hot, but not quite as spicy as my others.

Since I was nevertheless asked to translate the story, I have done it now.

If you want to read it anyway, because you love Jimmy and Tommy just like me, have fun.

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"I'll be right there....It won't take long to get to you....don't do anything...just stay where you are....I'll pick you up and then we'll talk......and.....Tommy?"

"Yes?"

"It's going to be okay...ok?"

"Yes....ok....." Tommy pulled up his nose and suppressed the tears that were once again pushing their way out, but this time with a slightly lighter heart and out of gratitude.

It filled him with warmth so much, on this unusually cold, really shitty night, when his best friend Jimmy, as always, was there for him and did everything for him.

About 15 minutes later, a big, dark Toyota pulled up in front of the hospital in Bankok where Tommy's brother had been admitted about 2 hours ago.

Tommy had not noticed the SUV of his best friend yet, because the, today so shaken, young man stood there a little offside, directly on the road, under a small, completely holed, canopy of an old bus stop, which had probably not been in operation for some time.
He must have sought shelter there from the rain that had started just as Jimmy, at home, had gotten into his car. Tommy just couldn't take the hospital air anymore.

The exact reason why his best friend had gone to that hospital and called him that night, at 2 a.m., crying, Jimmy didn't know, he just knew it had something to do with Tommys little brother and it was obvious that he needed him badly right now.

"....Yes Pa, he's in a room now......well......I'll be in touch tomorrow......he's well taken care of.....you don't have to cut your trip short....I'll let you know.....Yes....I do have Jimmy here Dad.....stop it.....we're just.....what?......the connection is getting worse.....Yes I love you too...... Bye Pa." Tommy had just gotten off the phone with his father and was not paying attention to his surroundings. His parents were traveling in Europe and currently somewhere in Spain.

On the phone, Tommy had pulled himself together. He had described everything as matter-of-factly as possible and with a lot of confidence in the treatment of his brother, who was only 17 years old, and had mentioned his surprisingly good condition under the circumstances, but as soon as he hung up, he sank down in despair on the wobbly old bench of this crooked, holey bus stop construction.

Tommy was soaked to the bone by now, because the roof of this thing was about as water-repellent as a sponge cloth.

It was now pouring properly and bathed him in relatively cold downpour, which, despite the normally sultry ambient temperature, made him cool down quickly.

He now had tears running down his cheeks again. He didn't know why he was suddenly so emotional at 26 either, but he couldn't help himself, it just had to come out now.
Pride's call earlier sounded like his brother was dying. Who could blame him? Pride was standing in front of his buddy, who was moaning in pain, being picked up by an ambulance, and he was completely devastated when he called Tommy. Of course, everything sounded much more dramatic than it was afterwards, thank God.