I forgot how well they used to get along. My dad asks Jonathan what he’s been up to the last years, and I can see he’s surprised by the sheer success of Jonathan’s band. Just like everyone in this neighborhood, my dad knows the story behind Jonathan leaving, but he doesn’t comment on it.
“Dad, I’m going to take Jonathan with me to the hospital to visit Vincent, but I wanted to say hi to you first.” I give him a hug, which he returns eagerly. “I’ll see you when I get back home in a few weeks.”
“Take good care of yourself, sweetie.”
* * *
During our ride to the hospital I text Vincent. I need to know for sure that his parents aren’t there right now. I don’t want to cause a scene at the hospital, and I’m sure Jonathan’s not up to meeting his parents just yet; maybe never.
Me: On our way to the hospital, are your parents there?
Vincent: No, dad has consultation hour in his doctor’s practice and mom went home to freshen up. Is Jonathan with you?
Me: Yes, that okay with you?
Vincent: Of course! I’ve been looking forward to this day like forever. I just wish it was under better circumstances.
Me: We’ll be there in a few minutes.
Once we get to the hospital, I walk straight to the reception desk and ask Vincent’s room number. When I turn around, Jonathan looks lost. I take his hand and loop my fingers through his. He looks down at me and gives me a small smile.
We walk to Vincent’s room together, and the entire way he doesn’t let go of my hand. When we arrive at the door, I turn around and look at Jonathan.
“I think it’s better the two of you spend some time alone. I’ll wait here in the hallway.”
I can still see the fear in his eyes, but he nods. I watch him knocking on the door and entering. All that’s left to do for me is wait.
Jonathan
The first thing I notice when I walk in is how pale Vincent looks. It may have been years since I last saw him, but I’d still recognize him anywhere. I see him there, lying in his hospital bed, and he looks so fragile. The entire drive over here I wondered what we would say to each other. For a while, we just stare at each other in silence, neither of us sure what to say or do.
“Hey.” His voice sounds weak, breakable.
“Hey,” I answer carefully. “Normally speaking I’d ask how you were doing, but judging from that hospital gown you’re wearing, I’d guess the answer is no.”
A smile appears on his face, and I’m glad I could make him laugh, even if just for a little while. I walk over to him, grab a chair from near the window, and sit close to him. It feels so surreal to be sitting here after all those years.
We talk for a while. It seems like only yesterday when we last saw each other. The door opens and a young doctor enters the room. I can see my brother sitting up straight and starting to blush. I know enough: he’s got the hots for his doctor. Seeing how beautiful she is, I can’t blame him.
“Good afternoon, Mr. Goethals, how are we feeling today?”
“Better, now that you’re here.”
See? I knew he was giving her the eye. She smiles at him, then looks down at her clipboard. When she glances up again, she notices me.
“I’m so sorry, I didn’t realize you had a visitor.” Her gaze wanders to me before she continues. “Sir, can I ask you to leave the room for a little while?”
Before I can get up, Vincent stops me.
“He’s my brother.”
Her eyes move between the two of us. She probably wonders how I can be his brother, since it’s the first time she’s seen me here. She doesn’t seem to know what to say, but my brother asks the question we all want to know.
“You think he could be a matching donor?”
* * *
With some brochures in my hand, I walk back out. Camille is still sitting there, waiting for me.
“Everything went okay?”
My head is still spinning with all the information the doctor has given to me. She’ll make sure I get tested to determine whether I can be a matching donor for Vincent. The chances are about one in four, so let’s just hope I can do this for him. The doctor made it pretty clear that without the transplant, my brother doesn’t stand a chance.
“I could use a drink. Want to go with me to sit down somewhere?”
Her bright smile warms my heart. I know she’s scared that I’m mad at her, because I didn’t talk to her during the whole trip here. But how could I stay angry with her when she looks at me like that? And the more I think about it, the more I understand why she kept her secret for so long.
It has been a long, tiring day, and the only thing I want is to go to my hotel room, hold Camille in my arms, and enjoy the feeling of her body against mine.
“Do you mind if I go inside for just a second? I want to say hello to Vincent,” she says.
“I don’t mind. I’ll wait for you right here.”
She disappears into the room, and a few seconds later I can hear the two of them laughing about something. I’m glad she and Vincent stayed friends, even after I left.
I’m wandering down the corridor, waiting for Camille to return, when the elevator at the end of the hall suddenly opens. Two people step out, and it feels like my heart just stopped. The clicking of my mother’s heels is getting closer. My parents are so wrapped up in their conversation they don’t notice me at first. For a minute I think they won’t recognize me, but then my father turns around.
He looks me over, starting with my shoes and all the way up to my face, until our gazes lock. He looks so much older than I remember. His brown hair has turned gray, and his face has more dimples than it used to. I can spot the exact moment he recognizes me, because his eyes widen.
“Jonathan?” he whispers.
My mother steps forward from behind him and stares at me in disbelief. Before I realize it, she comes running towards me and pulls me into a hug.
“It’s him, Kurt, it’s really him!”
My mother is beyond herself. She even pulls me closer to her, like she’s scared I might make a run for it. I stand there, completely frozen, because I have no idea how to react. Too many emotions are running through my body, and I notice my father is still staring at me. Eventually I break and put my arms around my mother to hug her back.
“Yes, Mom, it’s me.”
My mother starts to cry uncontrollably. I try to comfort her by stroking her back.
“Hush now, I’ll be around for a while.”
My father take a step toward us, but he keeps his distance. My mom lets me go, wiping the tears away from her face. She steps aside and gently pushes me in the direction of my father. Neither of us say a word, we just stare at each other. My father’s the first one to speak.
“I’m so sorry, son. I never should have let you leave.”
He takes me by surprise and pulls me in for a hug too. I thought I’d be mad at him. My father doesn’t have a clue what I went through, those first few months after I left. But right here, right now, it feels unimportant. The only thing that matters for the moment is Vincent getting better. All the rest can wait until later.
* * *
These past few weeks, a lot has changed in a small amount of time. All Full Moon concerts were cancelled for this month. Every single member of the band has been proof of why I think of them as my family. When I told them about the situation with Vincent, they were very supportive. They understood that I needed to do this for him, even though we’d been apart for years. Camille and her dad let me stay with them, and every day we’ve been up and down between their home and the hospital. I’m glad her dad didn’t mind me staying over at their place. Even though my parents and I are on speaking terms again, I wasn’t ready to sleep in my old room yet. I just couldn’t. The memory of the day I left is still too fresh.
After quite a few tests and blood samples being taken, it turned out I am a qualified donor for Vincent. They’re preparing the whole procedure as we speak. I have to give a few more blood sample
s and if all turns out well, I can donate bone marrow in a few more days.
In a very short time, my life has completely changed. And there’s one woman responsible for that: Camille. Without her I wouldn’t have known my brother was sick, and that there was a way for me to save him. Without her, chances are my brother would be dead right now, so I’ll be in her debt forever.
I return from the hospital and let myself in with the key Camille gave me. Camille’s father isn’t home yet, and I can hear Camille busying herself in the kitchen. Quietly I tiptoe toward the kitchen and watch her from the doorway. She’s doing the dishes with blaring music on the radio. It’s so loud she didn’t even hear me come in.
Camille is dancing to the music, shaking her ass to the beat, and I can’t say I’m not enjoying the show. She’s wearing white jeans shorts and a blue top. After watching her for some time, I approach her. As soon as my hands land on her hips, she turns around in shock. The beautiful smile that appears on her lips when she sees me makes me melt.
Before she can talk, I lift her up, set her down on the counter, and push my lips against hers. I don’t think I can ever have enough of her. Her sweet, unique taste enters my mouth, and I can feel my dick hardening. She pushes my cap off my head and runs her fingers through my hair. No, I’ll most definitely never get enough of this.
While kissing her, I lift her up and walk us toward the couch. I put her down on it and take a moment to just look at her. She opens her legs willingly for me, and I shove my crotch against hers. We both groan together. My hands caress her hips, and I try to pull her top over her head, but her hands stop me.
“My dad could be home any minute.”
“Well, then we better make this a quickie.”
I pull her top over her head, and this time she doesn’t stop me. By now I learned that Camille likes a challenge. Her hands move to my zipper, and once she’s unzipped my pants, I can feel her warm hand slip inside my boxers. She’s driving me crazy, and I know I can’t stand to wait any longer to be inside her.
I yank off her pants and panties at the same time. While I do that, she unclasps her bra and is now lying completely naked before me. I take a few steps backward without looking away from her. First I take off my T-shirt, throwing it away behind my back. I take off my pants, and they land in a heap on my ankles before I step out of them.
I grab both of her knees and pull her toward the edge of the couch. Before I put my head between her legs, I kiss the inside of her thighs first. Her sweet smell drifts into my nostrils, and I know she’s ready for me. Her entire body is squirming under my touch. The first lick of my tongue between her folds makes her moan loudly.
“I think you’re ready,” I encourage her.
“For you I’m always ready.”
As much as I’d like to take my time with her, she’s right: her dad could walk in on us, and the last thing I want is for him to see the dirty thing I have in mind for his little girl. I lift Camille up, turn her around, and lay her down with her belly against the back of the couch. Her luscious ass sticks defiantly up in the air, and I give it a playful smack.
I move to stand behind her and carefully enter her from behind. Her sweet warmth welcomes me. I start to move slowly in and out of her.
“Oh my God, Jonathan.”
She’s so close already, and so am I. I pick up the speed a little and slip my hands between her and the couch. She opens her legs a little more to grant me access, and I find her clit with my fingers. I start rubbing her in small circles and can feel she’s about to lose it. I bend forward, and with my other hand I cup one of her breasts while I kiss her neck. I bite her earlobe and whisper: “Come for me, Camille. Now.”
With a load roar she comes. Her insides squeezing, pulling my shaft even deeper inside of her. That’s the moment I lose control myself. I come deep inside of her. Completely out of breath, we lay there sagged against the couch.
When I finally catch my breath, I carefully pull myself out of her. I place a small kiss on her lips before I pull her into my arms.
“Want to go take a shower?”
* * *
We’re standing closely together in the shower cabin; I take a washcloth and put her shower gel on it. The moment I open the bottle I can smell that sweet vanilla scent of hers.
“I’m perfectly capable of washing myself, you know.”
“I know, but I think it’s time you let someone take care of you for a change. The last few weeks you’ve been taking care of me, so now it’s my time to return the favor.”
I gently press my lips to hers. Our foreheads touch and her hands move up to my hair. She loves to pull my hair, to reel me in and bring me even closer to her. It warms my heart that I’m starting to know all these little things about her. What she likes, what she doesn’t like. By now I know she’s absolutely not a morning person, and she hates movies with an open ending. She loves reading books and she sings every time she does the dishes and thinks nobody is listening.
I think I’m falling in love with Camille. Never before have I felt this way for anyone. I hope we can work things out so she can stay with me. But I don’t know what’ll happen when the summer ends. She has plans to go to college and I plan to take off with the band to go on another tour.
If everything turns out all right with Vincent, we’re planning to go on tour with Full Moon. I want to ask Camille to come with us—the question has been burning on my lips for a few days now, but I’m scared to ask. Or more precisely, I’m scared of what she might answer.
Because if Camille says no, then I’m forced to choose once again: between my love for music or my love for her. Except this time I’m not so sure I’d choose music instead of her.
“Are you going back to the vacation apartment with Karen tomorrow? We have our first concert in a month, and I’d really like for you to be there with me.”
With a bright smile on her face she looks at me. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”
Camille
Tonight is the second night Full Moon is back on stage. Yesterday they had their first concert after the break they took. The bone marrow transplant went well, and now we just have to pray that Vincent’s condition will keep improving. He seemed to respond well to the treatment, so there’s hope. I’m glad we finally have some room to breathe. It has been a hard time for Jonathan as well. He doesn’t always tell me, but I can see it in his eyes and in the way he reacts. He doesn’t regret choosing music, but it still weighs on him that he wasn’t around when his brother got sick. No matter how many times I told him that it wouldn’t have made any difference, he keeps blaming himself. Luckily all the fans seem to understand why they postponed the concerts. They supported the band one hundred percent, especially Jonathan. I never expected it, but the many messages of support we received have made me realize that Full Moon and Jonathan are doing very well. He made the right decision when he chose his music.
The first concert was charged with all kinds of emotions for Jonathan, but it was amazing to see him get lost in his music again. As soon as he sat down behind his drums, you could just see him changing. The stress rolled off him. And that’s when I realized he belonged there. My eyes never left him during the entire concert. And the fact that his look covertly landed on me every now and then only made it that much better.
Tonight Full Moon will be back on stage again.
After everything they went through these last weeks, I want to surprise Jonathan. I really want him to just let go for one night. So we can just be the two of us for a while. Just me and him, and nobody else. And what better way of doing that than by giving him the best present? I’ll give him me, wrapped up in a sexy outfit, which he can personally unwrap. I smile when I think of the look on his face when he sees me like that.
Karen almost cried happy tears when I told her my plans for tonight. She even convinced Mike to help me.
Karen is lending me her most sexy little black dress. After I put on the dress and found matching red pumps, I go
to the bathroom. Karen helps me with my make-up and hair. Because I know Jonathan likes my hair loose, she dries it in big, luscious curls. I’m sure he’ll be surprised to see me. We told him that Karen and I were going out tonight, that we weren’t going to be at the concert.
When I noticed his sad eyes, I almost changed my mind. But I’m glad I didn’t change the plan. The look on his face when he sees me will be worth it. Thanks to Karen, Mike made sure I can go backstage tonight without Jonathan knowing. I feel wrecked by nerves, and I still have more than an hour to go.
Karen gives me her trench coat and wishes me luck. We walk to her car together, and she drops me off in front of the concert hall. Because of the outfit I’m wearing, I have the feeling that everyone’s looking at me. So I walk as fast as my pumps can carry me toward the side entrance. I can see Mike there, waiting for me. He winks at me and opens the door for me. The grin on his face tells me he knows exactly what I have planned for Jonathan tonight. I blush when I think of it.
Backstage, it’s still quiet. You can faintly hear the music from the concert, but no one’s here in the common room. As fast as my feet can carry me on these high heels, I walk to Jonathan’s dressing room. I swing the door open, step inside, and close it behind me. I put my hand against the door and remember the time he fucked me against the door. I hope I get to see that side of Jonathan again later this evening. I hope he’ll be able to forget all his trouble for one night.
Slowly, I walk over to the couch in the corner of the room. I’m about to take off my coat when I get knocked down by a hard blow to the back of the head. My entire world turns black, and I fall to the ground with a sickening thud. I try to keep my eyes open, to catch a glimpse of my attacker, but the black just keeps getting darker. The last thing I hear before I close my eyes is a familiar voice whispering in my ear.
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