Amnesia and Star Child

The week passed slowly, long days in hospital were made easier by Leila and the guys who visited every day.
Leila was getting over her shock and we were getting on quite well now, but I kept everything about Rosie a secret - I don’t know whether it was Rosie intervening or not, but Leila never asked about her.
Which was good - it would really be hard to explain.
Since Rosie came back I began packing on the pounds - I had shot back up to sixty seven kilograms and was still gaining weight.
So I was discharged and sent home.
This ‘home’ of course, had four wheels and was mobile - and currently trundling down the road to Berlin.

“Hey guys, have you see Chester?” I ask, looking in on the potatoes sitting on the sofa watching a DVD.
“Nope.” Is the reply.
I sigh and walk back through the bunk bed corridor and turn slightly - suddenly freezing in my tracks.
I smell smoke.
Cigarette smoke.
I scan the area around me and then walk over to the closet.
Yep - it’s coming from here.
I creep silently closer to the door and count to five - then I whip it open and watch on as the person hiding there stares back at me with startled brown eyes.
“Those things are going to kill you one day.” I warn.
“I know. You keep reminding me. You know you’ve influenced someone when they start hiding in the closet to have a fag.” Chester snuffs the tip of the cigarette out with his fingers then flicks the butt onto the floor and steps on it.
“Baby don’t you know it.” I smirk.
“Yeah ha, ha - baby - don’t bullshit me okay? That was my last smoke.” Chester rolls his eyes and carefully steps over a box and walks out of the closet.
“Someday you’ll thank me.” I reply.
“I probably will - but no self respecting arrogant bugger likes to admit it.” Chester shrugs and puffs the last of the smoke from his lungs out through his nose, then wanders to the den.
I grin and shut the closet door.
Rosie is asleep again - she’s been sleeping a lot lately, and I guess it’s because of the past few weeks.
She did travel a long way though.
I walk over to my bunk and watch her sleep, her chest is rising and falling gently, her heart light is flickering every now and then.
She looks so peaceful.
I smile and go to turn around - someone grabs my hand and I jump.
It’s only Rob.
“Hey.” He smiles and entwines his fingers with mine tighter.
“You doing okay Rob?” I ask.
Rob nods and leads me into the closet I’ve just evicted Chester from then he closes the door tightly before speaking.
With a slight smile Rob turns back to look at me.
“I’m doing great actually. I’m as fat as a whale and I feel great... You know Mike... I still would love to know exactly what you did to me that night...” He frowns and traces his fingers over my face. “I’ve never been turned on like that before - let alone for a guy.”
I shift my weight and look down at my feet, unsure of what I should be saying to him.
There’s more going on here now - I can feel it, his pot belly has more to it than it seems and I can’t help but wonder if...
Rob pushes me to the wall and kisses me hard, tickling my tongue with his.
“Rob...” I manage to say when he lets me breathe.
I don’t have a chance to continue - Rob’s kissing me again, nibbling my lower lip and caressing my face with his hands.
I kiss him back, wrapping my arms around his ever expanding waistline.
Rob parts the kiss and traces his tongue around my neck, lovingly caressing my face as he works his way back up to my mouth.
“Rob... You... Need... To... Rest...” I say between kisses.
Rob puts a finger to my lips and hushes me.
“Not now. I want to spend some time with you.” He whispers.
I go to say something, but Rob catches my breath and pulls me into an intense kiss.
His slender hands stroke my body, touching my arms lightly and moving down to my thighs - I slip down until I’m sitting.
Rob settles down on top of me, kissing me harder, and then he lets me get out from under him, we shift around until we’re both sitting down.
I curl up into his arms like a kid and relax, listening to something other than Rob breath, letting him nuzzle my neck and smother me in kisses as we cuddle.
Interestingly, I’m taking it all very placidly.
Normally I probably would be pulling away or something, but somehow I don’t mind this - I don’t know why I’m so inconsistent with my emotions, I just... Don’t mind.
I pivot around then and watch Rob, both of us looking squarely into each other’s eyes.