Say My Name

The Time Has Come

I was dreaming happily of a possible future with Jack. Kids with our eyes and Jack's accent, running around, playing with Chica Bica, Calling me Dad and Jack Pops. It was soo cute with their little squeaky accents! Suddenly I became very cold and I awoke briefly. I looked down to see that the blankets were off of me and so were my boxers. Jack was sitting besides my legs, one hand holding his body up and the other wrapped around my shaft, rubbing slowly as I became hard. "J..Jack?"

"Good morning Daddy" Jack said with a wink, causing me to bite my lip. Before either of us could say another word Jack went down and started blowing me like he did last night. Using his tongue in ways I'd never think of, using the warmth of his mouth to make me shiver and moan like never before. I won't go into details but lets just say that by the time I finished, Jack had my seed dripping from his mouth a little bit. He swallowed and quickly licked his lips, getting all that escaped. I blushed hard as Jack winked at me again. "Time for school. Gotta pass them finals and be free of school forever!!" Jack threw his arms up in triumph as he got out of bed to get dressed. I watched him slip his clothes on, he put his shirt on fairly quickly, was he still shy? "Mark...please don't stare at me." His voice was a mere sad little whisper.

"What's the matter babe?" I got out of bed and slipped on my boxers. I moved closer to him but he quickly put his pants on and slipped into his shoes before dashing out the door to the kitchen for breakfast.

"Nuthin' just...yer being creepy." I laughed as I quickly got dressed and followed him.

"I get to be creepy, you're my boyfriend Jack. I can't enjoy your perfection?" His face turned red and his eyes darted around the floor. There was something he wasn't telling me but I dropped the conversation and started talking about our class finals again. It was merely a few weeks away. I didn't have much time. I had to start on his gift tonight when he wasn't home. Jack went back to his happy self as I drove us to school. They day went by fast and as soon as we got out of the car Jack's phone rang.

"It's my doc', I better get this, you go on inside." I nodded and went inside but I listened through the doorway, overhearing Jack's end of the conversation.

"Hia doc, you got my message?....yeah, yeah I know........i've been doing fine, just some aches and pains, nothing a hot shower or some aspirin doesn't fix......but that's the problem doc! I don't want these damn scars. I don't want to be reminded of what happened. Of what I put everyone through..." So that was what this morning was about? All the cuts from Scott a few weeks ago left most of Jack's body scarred pretty badly. Some were not so noticeable but others were very obvious. They were easy to hide under Jack's normal clothes so what was he so worried about? Did he not want me seeing them? Or did Jack really just want to not remember the horrible things he must have gone through that night. Jack told me most of the damage was delt when he was unconscious so there wasn't much of a story to tell about that night. Yet that didn't stop him from having nightmares. I lost count to the times I have woken up in the middle of the night to Jack's tossing and turning or his whimpering in pain. Saying countless of things in his sleep. Mostly calling out for help...MY help! I always held Jack close and would kiss his forehead or the back of his neck, it always calmed him down and set put him at peace for the night. "Alright, if ya say so. Thanks fer getting back to me. I'll talk to ya later" Jack hung up the phone and I quietly scurried away to the fridge and opened it, peering inside.

"What did your doctor want? Is everything okay?" I looked at him worried.

"Yeah, he just wanted to check up with me, ask if I was still in a lot of pain, but I'm not so that's good I guess." I nodded.

"What's not good is our lack of groceries. There's nothing here to make for dinner." I sighed and looked at our mostly empty fridge. Jack jumped slightly in excitement.