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Too Many Bloody Days Later
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Category:
1 through F › 28 Days Later
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
8
Views:
8,021
Reviews:
26
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own 28 Days Later, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Something Unexpected
SUMMARY: Jim decides to just live with the shit... but that's when something unexpected happens.
DISCLAIMER: see first chapter
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TOO MANY BLOODY DAYS LATER
Chapter 4: "Something Unexpected"
Jim has decided that he hates his body.
Jim has decided that his body is the cause of all this. He has decided that, seeing as his body is nothing more than a mobile home for his soul, it is not a part of himself. That means he can detach himself from all physical sensations at any time....
Any time now.... it could happen.
"It could happen" Jim says, without the slightest hint of emotion or enthusiasm. Pvt. Bedford stops moving.
"What?"
"Nothing..." Jim replies with his eyes closed. Bedford keeps on doing what he's been doing for about 5 minutes now. Pvt. Clifton sits in a corner, balancing his chair on its hind legs and smoking a fag. He's watching.
Suddenly, Jim feels something. The groping at his arse and thighs and chest becomes more violent, and Bedford starts to whimper into his ear. No recognizable words are uttered during all of this, but some of the moaning and grunting could seem like cussing.
"Ah, I have to go take a shite," Bedford says, getting up from the bed and fastening the belt on his army breeches. As he goes for the exit, he's putting on his army jacket as well. Lingering at the door, he turns to Clifton. "See ya later, Cliff, and er... don't be too hard on 'im, will ye? I think he's a little frail, eheheh..."
The door is closed behind him.
Clifton gets up from his chair. "So... it's just you and me then, Love..." Jim is sitting upright in the bed, looking in an entirely different direction. He's looking out the window, at the swallows nesting in the trees around the house. The dim, overclouded sun outside is lighting up the room in a way that Jim finds utterly depressing.
Clifton sits next to him on the edge of the bed. He reaches out to touch Jims face, his hair, which has grown a lot since he first came, and his neck. Jim wants to turn away, but he's afraid he'll get a beating. After all, he did knee the private in the balls... why shouldn't he want to seek revenge?
While Cliftons right hand strokes Jim's hair and neck, the other hand is trailing down from his inner thigh to his crotch. Jim starts to squirm a little, but the private hushes him and is telling him to be calm. "I'm not going to hurt you, just relax..." Jim starts to panic, but instead of shifting he starts to sob, and the sobbing quickly turns into crying. Clifton tries hushing him again, unsuccessfully.
The private removes is hands from Jim, and sits back against the wall. He watches the naked young man beside him, hoping he'll calm down and stop crying.
After ten minutes, Jim's frame is still shaking, his back hunched over his legs as he's crying into his hands. Clifton gets up swiftly. He goes over to the middle of the floor, where, about half an hour earlier, Bedford tore the clothes off Jim's body. He's picking the garments up one by one, and flings them at the naked body.
"Here, get dressed."
Jim looks up at him questioningly, a little too long for Clifton's liking. If there's one thing the private can't stand - it's grown men crying. And the only thing worse than that is if the crying man is looking up at him with puppy eyes like Jim's.
"Well, it's your choice if you want to be naked, but I'm giving you an offer here you know."
At that, Jim puts his clothes on as quick as he possibly can.
As Clifton is about to leave the room, he is stopped by the sound of a voice. He turns, and finds Jim standing just a few inches from the bed, looking very hastily dressed. He is hesitating.
"He's going to kick me out," Jim says.
"No he's not," Clifton reassures him.
The private turns to go, but is stopped yet again:
"Hey..."
"..What?"
"I just wanted to thank you is all... So thank you."
Clifton nods, and leaves Jim to himself.
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woot is goink oon???? fin oot in thu njext chappturr.
R&R pwease?
DISCLAIMER: see first chapter
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TOO MANY BLOODY DAYS LATER
Chapter 4: "Something Unexpected"
Jim has decided that he hates his body.
Jim has decided that his body is the cause of all this. He has decided that, seeing as his body is nothing more than a mobile home for his soul, it is not a part of himself. That means he can detach himself from all physical sensations at any time....
Any time now.... it could happen.
"It could happen" Jim says, without the slightest hint of emotion or enthusiasm. Pvt. Bedford stops moving.
"What?"
"Nothing..." Jim replies with his eyes closed. Bedford keeps on doing what he's been doing for about 5 minutes now. Pvt. Clifton sits in a corner, balancing his chair on its hind legs and smoking a fag. He's watching.
Suddenly, Jim feels something. The groping at his arse and thighs and chest becomes more violent, and Bedford starts to whimper into his ear. No recognizable words are uttered during all of this, but some of the moaning and grunting could seem like cussing.
"Ah, I have to go take a shite," Bedford says, getting up from the bed and fastening the belt on his army breeches. As he goes for the exit, he's putting on his army jacket as well. Lingering at the door, he turns to Clifton. "See ya later, Cliff, and er... don't be too hard on 'im, will ye? I think he's a little frail, eheheh..."
The door is closed behind him.
Clifton gets up from his chair. "So... it's just you and me then, Love..." Jim is sitting upright in the bed, looking in an entirely different direction. He's looking out the window, at the swallows nesting in the trees around the house. The dim, overclouded sun outside is lighting up the room in a way that Jim finds utterly depressing.
Clifton sits next to him on the edge of the bed. He reaches out to touch Jims face, his hair, which has grown a lot since he first came, and his neck. Jim wants to turn away, but he's afraid he'll get a beating. After all, he did knee the private in the balls... why shouldn't he want to seek revenge?
While Cliftons right hand strokes Jim's hair and neck, the other hand is trailing down from his inner thigh to his crotch. Jim starts to squirm a little, but the private hushes him and is telling him to be calm. "I'm not going to hurt you, just relax..." Jim starts to panic, but instead of shifting he starts to sob, and the sobbing quickly turns into crying. Clifton tries hushing him again, unsuccessfully.
The private removes is hands from Jim, and sits back against the wall. He watches the naked young man beside him, hoping he'll calm down and stop crying.
After ten minutes, Jim's frame is still shaking, his back hunched over his legs as he's crying into his hands. Clifton gets up swiftly. He goes over to the middle of the floor, where, about half an hour earlier, Bedford tore the clothes off Jim's body. He's picking the garments up one by one, and flings them at the naked body.
"Here, get dressed."
Jim looks up at him questioningly, a little too long for Clifton's liking. If there's one thing the private can't stand - it's grown men crying. And the only thing worse than that is if the crying man is looking up at him with puppy eyes like Jim's.
"Well, it's your choice if you want to be naked, but I'm giving you an offer here you know."
At that, Jim puts his clothes on as quick as he possibly can.
As Clifton is about to leave the room, he is stopped by the sound of a voice. He turns, and finds Jim standing just a few inches from the bed, looking very hastily dressed. He is hesitating.
"He's going to kick me out," Jim says.
"No he's not," Clifton reassures him.
The private turns to go, but is stopped yet again:
"Hey..."
"..What?"
"I just wanted to thank you is all... So thank you."
Clifton nods, and leaves Jim to himself.
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woot is goink oon???? fin oot in thu njext chappturr.
R&R pwease?