Disclaimer: See previous.
Author's Note: Thanks, as always, to Mandi for being a super-dee-duper beta. Also, don't kill me. Please? And also, there is an NC-17 version of this.
Chapter 12
It was early, too early, Jason decided, when something stirred him toward wakefulness. He frowned, too warm and comfortable to fully awaken, and rolled over, flinging an arm across the body moving beside him.
There was a soft chuckle and fingers ghosted over his shoulder. "I've got to go Jase; I have to be at the track soon. You get to sleep for a couple hours more."
"Uhh..." Jason complained, open one eye blearily as Tommy slid off the bed.
Tommy smiled at him, laughter in his eyes, and leaned down to kiss him gently. Jason's arms slipped around his waist and he tried to pull him back into the bed. Tommy broke away laughing. "I can't be late."
"You're always late," Jason said with a sleepy grin.
"Not to the track I'm not. Uncle John would have my hide," Tommy chuckled. "You can sleep for a few more hours though. There's nothing to do, at least for you, for a few hours."
"Sounds like a plan to me..." Jason said, laying back in bed and closing his eyes.
He heard Tommy chuckle, then the sounds of him trying to rummage around the room quietly, which made him noisier than normal. Jason tried to hide his grin waiting... waiting... waiting...
At the sound of the shower turning on Jason's opened his eyes and grinned. He slipped out from under the covers, leaving his boxers behind as well. He padded to the bathroom as quietly as possible, knowing Tommy probably wouldn't hear him.
He pushed the door open gently; Tommy had not closed it properly, and stepped into the steam. Jason shook his head. Tommy loved hot showers and this one was about to get hotter.
Letting the door shut behind him, but careful not to let it shut all the way, Jason crept towards the shower. He reached out his hand to ease back the curtain...
"Gotcha!" Tommy exclaimed, pulling back the curtain with a grin.
"GAH!" Jason stumbled and only Tommy's hand shooting out to grab him kept him from stumbling over the towel on the floor. Jason scowled, "Dammit Tommy! Are you trying to kill me?!"
Tommy just shook his head and laughed. "You're the one trying to pull a 'Psycho' on me. Haven't you figured out you have no luck with showers yet?"
"I wasn't planning to surprise you that way," Jason grinned evilly, "but maybe I'll just go back to bed now..."
"Oh, and what were you planning to do?" Tommy asked, completely ignoring the last comment. There was no way in hell Jason was going through with that, his anatomy was giving him away.
Jason stepped into the shower, finding Tommy's lips and kissing him hard. He smirked at the flush on his lover's face when he pulled away and leaned in to whisper in his ear, "Make you late..."
Jason made short work of his lover, and Tommy soon sank to the bottom of the tub with him.
"Helluva way to make me late," Tommy chuckled, kissing Jason's temple as they held each other under the spray.
Jason grinned, "Just wait until after the practise..."
*****
Jason watched as Tommy climbed into his car, glancing up and waving as he did. He had been right. It was really boring hanging around the track just waiting while Tommy talked to his uncle, and the mechanics, and the sponsors...
Now, at least, he would get to see Tommy drive. He had only seen him drive a few times, the races were normally held in places he couldn't get to or when he just couldn't make it. These were just practice laps, the race wasn't until tomorrow, but he had come along anyway.
It was going fine, if tediously, until Tommy's second lap. He was on the inside, when his car swerved suddenly and his voice came over the radio, "I'm losing control!"
Jason felt his heart stop as he watched, helpless to do anything, as Tommy swerved again and tried to break. His car spun out of control and he vaguely heard yelling over the radio before it crashed into the wall. His ears filled with a seemingly endless roar and he couldn't seem to remember how to breathe. His lungs felt locked, as if letting go of his breath would bring the world crashing down around him.
He watched, his mind gone blank, as the paramedics rushed to the car, vaguely realizing it had to be serious by how frantically they called for an ambulance and stretcher. He watched as Tommy was cautiously extracted from the vehicle, unconscious and bloody. He couldn't take his eyes off the horrible sight and his whole body felt like concrete.
Then John was talking to him, telling him to move, getting him to run. Jason did numbly, wondering why he wasn't feeling more... of anything.
"Come on. If we hurry you'll be able to get in the ambulance with him." John was saying, "Come on now, that's it. I'll let his parents know. I'll take care of everything. You just take care of him."
Then Jason was getting into the ambulance, face aghast as he saw Tommy's still form. The doors closed and they were on their way almost before he could think to sit down, eyes still riveted to his lover. He didn't catch most of what the paramedics were saying, the roar still obscuring his hearing, but what he made out was not good.
It passed in a rush, the ride to the hospital. He could barely keep up as Tommy was unloaded from the ambulance. He stayed with him until someone held him back, asking him questions about Tommy's medical history, shuffling him to the waiting room to fill out forms, getting him to call Tommy's parents, then telling him Tommy had been rushed to surgery.
A nurse came and led him to the OR waiting room. He could wait there, she had said, and someone would come by to let him know what was happening. So he waited.
And waited.
And waited.
He eventually realized no one was coming back. He checked the nurses station frequently to hear the same thing. "Critical. I can't say anything more unless you're family."
He tried to explain that he was family but the nurse shook her head sadly and told him she didn't have anything else to tell him. Soon the nurses just shook their heads when he stood up to approach, tired of saying the words or tired of not having more words to give him.
Dimly Jason realized he was trembling, even fainter was the idea that time was passing. He wasn't sure how much exactly. There was a clock but every time he tried to check it, it was too fuzzy, unreadable through his sheen of tears that wouldn't fall but also wouldn't go away.
He had stood up, attempting to check the nurse's station again, when a hand touched his shoulder and he turned to be enfolded in Sarah's arms. He shuddered once, then forced himself to listen to what she was saying, willing the roar to dim enough to hear his almost mother-in-law speaking.
"...as soon as we could. We caught the first flight available. How is he?"
"Critical. Still in surgery. They won't tell me anymore. I keep checking..." Jason trailed off, oblivious to how shaky his voice was.
Sarah pulled back, looking at him carefully and steered him back to his seat. "Let Tom go check, dear. How long have you been here? No one's told you what's wrong?"
Jason shook his head numbly. "I don't know. No. He has to be all right. He has to be."
"Tom will find out. Don't worry, I'm sure he'll be okay," Sarah lied, swallowing her own fears for Jason's sake.
"They've called for the doctor," Thomas reported, taking the seat across from his wife. "He's been out of surgery for over an hour but hasn't regained consciousness yet. They're cautiously optimistic but won't know anything for certain until he wakes up."
Jason seemed to crumple a bit at the news, mostly from relief that Tommy had made it out of the surgery, partly because he was reaching the end of his endurance. Sarah exchanged a look with her husband as Jason sank further into the uncomfortable chair. She opened her mouth to speak to him when a short, slightly overweight, bald man walked into the room carrying a clip board and wearing a clean white coat.
"Mr. and Mrs. Oliver?" He asked.
Author's Note: Thanks, as always, to Mandi for being a super-dee-duper beta. Also, don't kill me. Please? And also, there is an NC-17 version of this.
Chapter 12
It was early, too early, Jason decided, when something stirred him toward wakefulness. He frowned, too warm and comfortable to fully awaken, and rolled over, flinging an arm across the body moving beside him.
There was a soft chuckle and fingers ghosted over his shoulder. "I've got to go Jase; I have to be at the track soon. You get to sleep for a couple hours more."
"Uhh..." Jason complained, open one eye blearily as Tommy slid off the bed.
Tommy smiled at him, laughter in his eyes, and leaned down to kiss him gently. Jason's arms slipped around his waist and he tried to pull him back into the bed. Tommy broke away laughing. "I can't be late."
"You're always late," Jason said with a sleepy grin.
"Not to the track I'm not. Uncle John would have my hide," Tommy chuckled. "You can sleep for a few more hours though. There's nothing to do, at least for you, for a few hours."
"Sounds like a plan to me..." Jason said, laying back in bed and closing his eyes.
He heard Tommy chuckle, then the sounds of him trying to rummage around the room quietly, which made him noisier than normal. Jason tried to hide his grin waiting... waiting... waiting...
At the sound of the shower turning on Jason's opened his eyes and grinned. He slipped out from under the covers, leaving his boxers behind as well. He padded to the bathroom as quietly as possible, knowing Tommy probably wouldn't hear him.
He pushed the door open gently; Tommy had not closed it properly, and stepped into the steam. Jason shook his head. Tommy loved hot showers and this one was about to get hotter.
Letting the door shut behind him, but careful not to let it shut all the way, Jason crept towards the shower. He reached out his hand to ease back the curtain...
"Gotcha!" Tommy exclaimed, pulling back the curtain with a grin.
"GAH!" Jason stumbled and only Tommy's hand shooting out to grab him kept him from stumbling over the towel on the floor. Jason scowled, "Dammit Tommy! Are you trying to kill me?!"
Tommy just shook his head and laughed. "You're the one trying to pull a 'Psycho' on me. Haven't you figured out you have no luck with showers yet?"
"I wasn't planning to surprise you that way," Jason grinned evilly, "but maybe I'll just go back to bed now..."
"Oh, and what were you planning to do?" Tommy asked, completely ignoring the last comment. There was no way in hell Jason was going through with that, his anatomy was giving him away.
Jason stepped into the shower, finding Tommy's lips and kissing him hard. He smirked at the flush on his lover's face when he pulled away and leaned in to whisper in his ear, "Make you late..."
Jason made short work of his lover, and Tommy soon sank to the bottom of the tub with him.
"Helluva way to make me late," Tommy chuckled, kissing Jason's temple as they held each other under the spray.
Jason grinned, "Just wait until after the practise..."
*****
Jason watched as Tommy climbed into his car, glancing up and waving as he did. He had been right. It was really boring hanging around the track just waiting while Tommy talked to his uncle, and the mechanics, and the sponsors...
Now, at least, he would get to see Tommy drive. He had only seen him drive a few times, the races were normally held in places he couldn't get to or when he just couldn't make it. These were just practice laps, the race wasn't until tomorrow, but he had come along anyway.
It was going fine, if tediously, until Tommy's second lap. He was on the inside, when his car swerved suddenly and his voice came over the radio, "I'm losing control!"
Jason felt his heart stop as he watched, helpless to do anything, as Tommy swerved again and tried to break. His car spun out of control and he vaguely heard yelling over the radio before it crashed into the wall. His ears filled with a seemingly endless roar and he couldn't seem to remember how to breathe. His lungs felt locked, as if letting go of his breath would bring the world crashing down around him.
He watched, his mind gone blank, as the paramedics rushed to the car, vaguely realizing it had to be serious by how frantically they called for an ambulance and stretcher. He watched as Tommy was cautiously extracted from the vehicle, unconscious and bloody. He couldn't take his eyes off the horrible sight and his whole body felt like concrete.
Then John was talking to him, telling him to move, getting him to run. Jason did numbly, wondering why he wasn't feeling more... of anything.
"Come on. If we hurry you'll be able to get in the ambulance with him." John was saying, "Come on now, that's it. I'll let his parents know. I'll take care of everything. You just take care of him."
Then Jason was getting into the ambulance, face aghast as he saw Tommy's still form. The doors closed and they were on their way almost before he could think to sit down, eyes still riveted to his lover. He didn't catch most of what the paramedics were saying, the roar still obscuring his hearing, but what he made out was not good.
It passed in a rush, the ride to the hospital. He could barely keep up as Tommy was unloaded from the ambulance. He stayed with him until someone held him back, asking him questions about Tommy's medical history, shuffling him to the waiting room to fill out forms, getting him to call Tommy's parents, then telling him Tommy had been rushed to surgery.
A nurse came and led him to the OR waiting room. He could wait there, she had said, and someone would come by to let him know what was happening. So he waited.
And waited.
And waited.
He eventually realized no one was coming back. He checked the nurses station frequently to hear the same thing. "Critical. I can't say anything more unless you're family."
He tried to explain that he was family but the nurse shook her head sadly and told him she didn't have anything else to tell him. Soon the nurses just shook their heads when he stood up to approach, tired of saying the words or tired of not having more words to give him.
Dimly Jason realized he was trembling, even fainter was the idea that time was passing. He wasn't sure how much exactly. There was a clock but every time he tried to check it, it was too fuzzy, unreadable through his sheen of tears that wouldn't fall but also wouldn't go away.
He had stood up, attempting to check the nurse's station again, when a hand touched his shoulder and he turned to be enfolded in Sarah's arms. He shuddered once, then forced himself to listen to what she was saying, willing the roar to dim enough to hear his almost mother-in-law speaking.
"...as soon as we could. We caught the first flight available. How is he?"
"Critical. Still in surgery. They won't tell me anymore. I keep checking..." Jason trailed off, oblivious to how shaky his voice was.
Sarah pulled back, looking at him carefully and steered him back to his seat. "Let Tom go check, dear. How long have you been here? No one's told you what's wrong?"
Jason shook his head numbly. "I don't know. No. He has to be all right. He has to be."
"Tom will find out. Don't worry, I'm sure he'll be okay," Sarah lied, swallowing her own fears for Jason's sake.
"They've called for the doctor," Thomas reported, taking the seat across from his wife. "He's been out of surgery for over an hour but hasn't regained consciousness yet. They're cautiously optimistic but won't know anything for certain until he wakes up."
Jason seemed to crumple a bit at the news, mostly from relief that Tommy had made it out of the surgery, partly because he was reaching the end of his endurance. Sarah exchanged a look with her husband as Jason sank further into the uncomfortable chair. She opened her mouth to speak to him when a short, slightly overweight, bald man walked into the room carrying a clip board and wearing a clean white coat.
"Mr. and Mrs. Oliver?" He asked.