Chapter 7

Adam sighed as he drifted back up from a wonderfully deep sleep. It took a few moments for him to feel in insentient throb between his legs. 'Well that hasn't happened in a while' he thought looking down at the rock hard erection straining against his pajama. Adam sighed slipping his hand under the band of his pants giving himself a gentle squeeze.

Adam froze and for a moment forgetting that he was, in fact, alone in bed. He cracked his eye open and looked around before stretching out and yanking his pajama pants down enough to free himself. He reached over into the night stand and pulled out a bottle of lube and warmed some in his hand before wrapping his slick hand around his cock. He moaned as he started to stroke himself slowly. Images from his dream flickered through his mind and he hand started working quicker, his hips flexing as he fucked his fist.

It wasn't long before Adam felt his whole body tightening as his release got closer. Adam was gasping and a film of sweat broke out on his body. With his last coherent thought he pulled his t-shirt up his chest and out of the way just before he felt his cock jump. He cried out, hips nearly lifting off the bed, as the waves of his orgasm crashed over him. He spilled over his hand and stomach before collapsing back to the bed, gulping down huge breaths as he tried to get his heart rate back to normal.

He chuckled as he remember more of his dream from the night before. "Like I know how to give a blow job anyways.." he muttered as he eased himself out of bed and made his way to the shower.

As he was toweling off he heard the chirp of his phone in the other room. He sighed wrapping the towel around his waist and he made his way back to the bed, shifting the blankets around until his phone fell out. He reached for it and swiped the screen.

'How are you feeling this morning?' Adam smiled and sat on the bed to text Tommy back.

'I'm OK. Feeling a little drained. Kyle demanded that I text him today to make sure my head isn't in the oven.'

'As if you couldn't send a text with your head in the oven.'

Adam chuckled and went to grab some cloths and shot a quick text to Kyle telling him that he's not in fact suicidal. Kyle quickly shot back that he was coming over. Adam smiled and made his way to the kitchen where he took his pile of pills and sat down to eat some toast.

It wasn't 20 minutes later when Kyle was banging on his door. Adam looked in the mirror in the living room and ran a hand over his now prickly head before opening the door.

"Hey man. You OK?" Kyle asked pushing his way into tho house like he was making sure Adam wasn't hiding Rachel behind the curtains.

"Yeah I'm fine. I just went to bed and got some sleep. Things are clearer today." Adam muttered slowly lowering himself on the couch. The pain meds he just taken not quite taking the edge off yet.

"Well I got something for you." Kyle said holding up his satchel bag.

"It's not porn is it?" Adam asked reaching for his beanie hat on the back of the couch and slipping it on his head.

"Better." Kyle sat down next to him and started pulling glass contraptions out of his bag and sitting them on the table.

"Are those... bongs?" Adam asked a little shocked.

Kyle nodded and pulled out several small bags of what was obviously weed. "I got my medicinal marijuana card last week and I got you some medical strength shit to help with the nausea. I knew you'd be too chicken shit to do it yourself."

Adam thought about protesting for a few moments, but the doctor had told him to look into it when he asked what he could do about the near constant vomiting for two days after chemo. "I'm not nauseated right now." Adam finally muttered.

"Chill out, shut up, and get high with me." Kyle demanded grabbing Adam's arm and pulling him closer on to the couch. "I'll help with other things too."

Adam knew what 'other things' he was talking about and he didn't really want to think about it so he settled in, pulling a blanket over his lap. "Other things are fine."

"Whatever you say man." Kyle busied himself breaking up a bud and packing it into the bowl on the larger bong. He dug in his pocket for a lighter and shot Adam a shit eating grin.

"I'll do the honors." Kyle proclaimed proudly holding the bong to his lips and lighting the bowl. He took a hit and held it while he passed it to Adam who fumbled with the glass object, not really knowing what to do with it.

"Here." Kyle muttered, blowing out the strong smelling smoke while helping Adam place his hands properly. "Now seal this around your mouth." Adam did what he was told and Kyle held the lit lighter to the bowl. "Now breath in. Slowly, because your going to choke like a bitch." Adam glared at Kyle but complied, breathing in a much smaller amount of smoke.

Adam tried to hold back the cough he felt rising in his chest but only survived a few seconds before he hacked out the smoke, his chest burning. He felt light headed but he took another hit when Kyle insisted. Almost instantly his head started to feel fuzzy and his body started to melt into the couch.

"Ah.. feeling it are we?" Kyle teased as he took another hit. "I brought a bag of Cheetos and I know there is ice cream in you freezer. We're going to sit here and watch Planet Earth." Kyle reached into his bag and pulled out a bright orange bag and then found the remote in it's hiding place between the cushions.

"This works much faster than the macaroons.." Adam mummered. Kyle laughed and stretched his legs to prop them on the table.

"Oh man.. it's the one with the beaches.. this shit is gonna be awesome. You ever thought about getting a bigger TV?"

Tommy was on Brendan's couch watching the Sunday football game when his phone pinged in his pocket. Brendan gave him a questioning look but didn't say anything as Tommy pulled out his phone to find a new message from Adam.

'So I'm SO high. This is way better than macaroons.'

Tommy's face scrunched with amusement. He had no idea what Adam was talking about. Before Tommy could even think of a reply another message came in.

'I've never smoked this stuff before. This is awesome. I feel like I could eat a horse.'

Tommy started to clue into what was going on and he couldn't stop the chuckle that rumbled out of him.

"Wow. Someone must be special to make you smile like that." Brendan said interrupting Tommy's thoughts.

"It's just a friend of mine." Tommy said simply.

"A friend? Right." Brendan raised and eyebrow as yet another text pinged. "Well if they are going to text you like that.. you might as well get a better phone. Something with a keyboard. That relic will take you forever to respond."

Tommy thought about it for a moment and then a fourth text came in. "Where's the closest phone store?" He asked his far too amused brother.

Brendan laughed and clapped his brother on his back. "I want to meet this one. Come on.. I'll take you to get you a phone that's at least from the 90s."

Two hours later and 15 missed text, Tommy sat at Brendan's kitchen table trying not to get angry as he tried to activate his new smart phone. Tommy glared at the glossy surface that kept telling him to do what he had just done.

"Brendan if I just let you spend $300 on a phone I can't use I'm going to kill you and hide the body where no one will ever find you. I don't even know why you insisted on buying this thing." Tommy once again followed the instructions on the screen and huffed out a relieved breath when it seemed to have worked.

"Hey it's the least I can do to keep you in contact with whoever is making you that happy. Why didn't you tell me you were seeing someone? Is she from the Burg?" Brendan asked sitting down next to his brother and opening the instruction book.

"I'm not seeing anyone. And It's a 'he' not a 'she'. It's a friend I met when I was out of town for a fight." Tommy spat defensively.

" Not judging!" Brendan exclaimed, holding up his hands. "Who am I to judge who your flirting with.."

"Who says I'm flirting? What do you know anyways?" Tommy sent a searing glare in his direction.

"OK OK. Chill out. No murdering family members in the kitchen. Just know that it's all cool." Brendan smiled softly and gave his brother's shoulder a squeeze.

Tommy's glare softened and he was momentarily distracted by the two little girls tearing through the kitchen on their way up stairs in a fit of giggles. "Thanks." Tommy muttered, turning back to the phone in his hands, trying to add numbers into in contact list.

Brendan cleared his throat and started flipping aimlessly through the instruction manual. "This is turning into an awkward brother chat isn't it?"

"Yeah. A bit."

Brendan nodded and straightened in his chair. "So this phone will have your old number so you won't have to go through telling everyone your new number."

Tommy was glad for the change of subject and he relaxed a bit. Brendan went over all the basics on how to use a touch screen phone and after what felt like an hour, Tommy finally felt like he might be able to work the thing without breaking it. He was secretly glad that Brendan had made him pick out a thick rubber case because he knew the phone would go through hell in his possession.

After a few test calls and taking pictures of the nieces that insisted that they be his background, Tommy stood and made to go back to his room to reply to Adam's texts.

"When your ready.. you can tell me about him." Brendan threw over his shoulder. Tommy paused for a moment and gave his brother a short nod before trudging up the stairs.

Once he was in the relative privacy of his borrowed room, he read through the texts on his old phone and chuckled. Adam was apparently just sending him random thoughts as he and his friend smoked weed and ate junk food. Tommy awkwardly typed out the first text on his new phone with a smile tugging on his lips.

'When you go buy a TV get a big one. I have a fight that will be on TV in 3 weeks.'

'What?! Really?! Well.. I guess I'm for sure buying 1080p then.'

Tommy shook his head and glanced at his bag. He had to go back tomorrow. There had been no word from his father all weekend and Tommy wasn't sure he was even upset about it. Tommy stretched out on the bed and laid his phone on his chest determined to take a nap.

The nap never happened because apparently a high Adam is a very chatty Adam, but Tommy couldn't be bothered. Before he knew it the sun had set and Brendan was asking him down for dinner. Tommy found himself smiling all through the meal.