Lost Before Bloom (Open Novella 2020)

Requiem...

Troy

The man that had helped me for the better part of a day laid underneath my weight.  He was smoking hot and his body curved in all the right places.  It had been too long since I allowed myself the creature comforts of giving myself to another.  To allow me to use and be used for the sole sake of pleasure.  I had felt him throughout the night.  Adrian was so thick and long that my ass ached to have him inside me.  Not that I was a little slut or anything, but a man has his needs.

Since he apparently wasn't going to do anything until I recounted the entire story, I didn't have much of a choice.  My hands didn't miss much as I slowly slid back off his bare torso.  I rolled to my side to face him while holding my head upon the pillow.

"About a year before my last tour, I was diagnosed with an extremely rare form of brain cancer."

Adrian quickly rolled over to face me before gently placing his hand on my shoulder.  He started rubbing it gently as if knowing how hard it was for me to tell him this.  Just as he opened his mouth to speak, I placed a finger to his lips.  I already knew what he was going to say anyway.  The same thing countless doctors and the few that knew had all said before.

"It was terminal and completely inoperative.  There was nothing conventional medicine could do to that would have prolonged my life."

A tear slipped from my eye at the memory of the day I found out.  Adrian's hand moved from my shoulder to the side of my face as his thumb gently brushed the tear away.

He asked, "So, chemo, radiation, anything?"

My head gently answered the question since my lips couldn't.

"Right before my last concert tour started, my Oncologist found a pharmaceutical company working with another research lab.  It was government-funded and totally secretive.  They were working on a way to treat similar forms of cancer.  The procedure was still in the early development stages.  He worked something out with them and got me in as a test subject.  Everything was scheduled to happen right after the conclusion of the tour."

Adrian questioned, "Procedure...?"

"I'll get to that in a bit."

His hand moved back to my arm, gently stroking up and down my bicep.  It wasn't exactly what I wanted stroked, but it'd have to do for now.

"Partway through the tour, I started taking mild seizures.  The medication helped control them for a while, but eventually, the drugs were helpless to do anything.  As the tour progressed, the seizures increased with intensity.  Just before the last concert, I took a grand mal.  They had to rush me to the lab facility and start the procedure early.  My disappearance was staged to keep my medical condition under wraps.  Not to mention the classified procedure that would hopefully save my life."

"So, the whole vanishing act was a hoax," he asked.

"Yeah, pretty much.  There was a backup plan already in place in the event they had to take me early.  All for the sake of keeping my health and this project a closely guarded secret.  Apparently, the secrecy had more to do with the actual procedure than the cure.  But, the two parts had to work together."

Adrian's hand slid the rest of the down my arm before resting on the back of my hand.  "Are you able to tell me the rest of it?"

"Well... probably not, but I'm going to anyway.  I can't very well answer the question without explaining the how of it.  The procedure put my body into stasis.  That froze the normal metabolic rate and essentially stopped me from aging.  It also stopped the cancer cells from multiplying, so their experimental drugs had ample time to eradicate it.  And I slept dreamlessly through the whole thing."

Adrian exasperated, "Holy fuck!  Did it work?"

"That... is a multi-million-dollar question."

He asked, "Wait... you don't know, do you?"

"Here's the thing.  I remember nothing since passing out after that seizure started.  I have no clue how I ended up on your doorstep.  Especially naked under a thin blanket.  And I have no idea why I was soaking wet.  Fuck, I don't even remember how or why I ended up at your house.  I was supposed to wake up in the lab with a clean bill of health.  Or... not wake up at all."

I could feel the strain in my voice as I said the last part.  In fact, as this was the most I've said since I've been here, I was over talking for the day, period.  I just wanted this man to hold me, touch me, and if I was lucky enough, to fuck me into the mattress.  If the procedure was a failure, I deserved one last good time in the sack.  Fuck, I haven't gotten laid since the seizures started.  My doctors were afraid that I'd take one at an un-opportune time.  It was bad enough risking letting me perform on stage.

Exhaustion from this long-ass conversation started to consume me as my body slumped back toward Adrian.  My chest landed on the side of him and my arm slid back across his rippled abs.  I had a feeling that the last part of my wish list would have to wait until later.  That was even if he was willing to give into my desires.  Right now, I needed him to soothe the feelings of dread away from my mind.  Without even asking for it, his hand started rubbing my back and shoulders while he pulled me into him.  My head rested on his shoulder as he ran his fingers through my hair.  I was like putty under his gentle touch and he had no fucking clue.  This man was willing to do anything for me.  And I was more than willing to pay him back with any means at my disposal.  Which happened to include both of my orifices and my two hands.