The Bus Wrecks

Yes, the bus was going quite fast, too fast. Adam lifted himself up in his seat to see the driver who seemed oblivious to his hazardous driving. He thought better of yelling up there and distracting the stupid man, but it was hard to fight off the urge. He lowered himself back down into his seat.

"Idiot's gonna' get us killed..." He grumbled to himself, forgetting for a moment that Matt was sitting next to him.

"I saw him drinking before I got on..." He said it in a whisper; his chocolate eyes seemed to go wide from the corner of Adam's vision to emphasize the point. The bus bounced on a gravel, then the sound a screeching tires broke into their "hardly-at-all" conversation. It didn't surprise Adam - they were spiraling off the road...

Adam wasn't sure how long it'd been until he'd finally came to, but he did notice that it must've been a while since rain clouds had gathered in the graying sky, and now rain was falling hard onto the top of the bus. Well, he considered, at least I'm alive... It occurred to him then that he was laying in his seat, and when he rose he saw the bus was empty - empty save for one person that is. Matt sat in the seat just across from him, deep eyes focused on a book her now held in his lap. It was the first time Adam had ever noticed how slender his fingers were, and though they had hair on them, they were smooth and lovely.

"What happened?" Adam choked, surprised by the gruffness of his own voice - he cleared his throat.

"Bus driver crashed over the hillside...the others went to get help...you hit your head so I stayed to look after you." He explained, looking up from his book and gazing at Adam with those big brown eyes. Adam felt a familiar warmth in the pit of his stomach - strange...

"Thanks...how long?"

"An hour...? About?" Matt placed his book down and moved over to Adam smiling softly - he was sure of the feeling now, as he could sense a slight shift in his pants. He ignored it. Matt leaned forward and for a second he though the boy might kiss him, but he reached for the bus window, which had been open and leaking onto the seat, and shoved it up. That sweet smelling cologne invaded Adam's senses again. He shook off his temporary high - must've hit my head pretty hard, he considered... Matt sat down in the seat with him as he drew his knees to his chest. The boy rested his hands on his own lap, and drummed each slender finger softly - Adams dick got a little hard and he wondered what the boys hands might feel like wrapped firmly around it. I must've hit my head for sure... he considered again...still, he felt way too strange.