Not Too Late

"Yeah but I've got to nip into town in the morning." He replied.

"Ok well we'll meet you at the hospital then." As she stuffed a piece of peperoni pizza into her mouth. Once dinner was over everyone retreated to bed. As Ryan drifted of to sleep he hoped that some time soon he would be in this very bed again but instead of pillows it would be a mysterious sleeping boy in his arms.

~#~

"Uhhg." Miles groaned as he woke, blinking repeatedly till his eyes adjusted to the bright light.

"Hey sleepy head, how you feeling?" a nurse with short blond hair asked.

"My head hurts a little, but that's about it." Was his groggy reply.

The nurse looked at him with a worried look, "I'll get you an increase on your pain killers for your head but I'm a little worried about your leg."

"My leg? Ahg!" Miles cried out, the medication still fogging his head only just realising his left leg was in a cast up to his knee. "What happened? I remember running but I didn't think they found me." The frown and concern on the young nurses face deepened.

"Why were you running? Why would someone want to do this to you?" Concern etched every question.

"I'm .." Miles began before he looked away, a few stray tears escaped. The nurse gently squeezed his hand.

"Shhh, it's ok." She soothed. "Your safe here, I'm not gonna hurt you, what's the matter?"

"I just need my family." Was the muffled reply she got as a lively girl bust into the room.

"HAYLEY!" Miles shouted, an instant smile gracing his face as the girl pulled him in a hug.

"I've got a surprise for you." She taunted and the smile faded instantly, Hayley's surprised had been for the worst in most of the past cases, always good but some times she reviled them at inappropriate times. Like the 3 vibrators she brought him for his last birthday and nearly opened them in front of their grandparents so he just looked at her sceptically.

"Ryan's gay, and he found you and he stayed last night and..."

"I'm here to pick you up." He interrupted her and in return received a look that could cause God to run in fear. Miles just had a face that had frozen in shock. Before he could recover the nurse had ushered the two lively teens out the room so Miles could get dressed and begin the process of leaving the hospital.

It was 1.30 before they were home. Miles was getting a little frustrated with his family as he desperately wanted a minute to think which was hard to do when every 10 seconds he was asked if he needed anything. Ryan had been in the kitchen talking to Carl when Miles waved him over.

"Can we talk upstairs." He whispered to the taller boy.

"Sure." Was all the reply he received before he was helped up to his room. Every one else knowing to keep out the way. Once in the room Miles instantly checked the last site on his pc cursing inwardly at the 'none in stock' logo. Falling back on his bed, Ryan chuckled in his smooth voice at the frustrated boy.

"It's not funny, 2 years I've been tracking that book down and still cant get it." As he threw his head back. Feeling something harder than any of his pillows underneath. Ryan just stood back and watched as Miles pulled the small box from under the pillow a look of confusion on his face.

"What's this?" Miles asked curiously.

Ryan thought for a second and replied with " A I'm sorry I hid for so long gift". Even more confused Miles open the black and purple box. Inside lay Little Butterfly. For the second time today Miles was stunned.

"I... How?..Why?" was Miles' unfinished question.

"Because if I had been open about myself all these pictures might actually have a face."

Miles' face when pale "How did you..." "Figure it out?" Ryan walked over to one of the covered drawings and pointed to one with a topless brunet and pointed to a mark on his right shoulder. "That is exactly like this". He then pulled the neck on his shirt to revel the same mark on his shoulder.

"Ok smarty pants it is you, but how do you know I haven't moved on, some of those are over a year old!"

Ryan just smiled, and got very close to Miles, "Cos if you were over me you would be breathing right now and two, I bet that painting that belongs in that space has a face." Either what he said or what he was doing caused the smaller boys cheeks to darken and with his natural pale complexion, full red lips and cheeks, it took all of Ryan's will power to not kiss them but he had no plan to yet. They were millimetres apart before there was a bang on the door making them close the gap.

Carl was at the door, "Ermm you staying again tonight?" was all he asked and it was Miles that answered. "Yeah, he is. We've got a lot to talk about, and he's got some making up to do."

Miles left the room leaving a stunned Ryan in his wake, he could only imagine what deviant horrors the little artist would come up for as revenge. He prayed for something that wasn't to horrific especially as Miles would be his first actual boyfriend if the night went well. He'd had a few one nighters that he picked up from clubs in the next town and it was always their place.

When he finally gathered himself enough to get down the stairs Miles was whispering to Hayley but stopped when they saw Ryan at the door way. Hayley's face was white and Miles eyes seemed to gleam with hidden mischief.

"The painting!" Miles suddenly cried till Hayley retrieved the large brown parcel. Hannah and Carl came in from the kitchen to see the mysterious painting. Ryan knew it involved him because he had peeked at it the other morning but only saw a small section. As Miles tore away the paper and turned the canvas.

Every ones eyes widened at the picture. It was of both him and Miles but it could hardly be displayed in public. Ryan was dressed in a black and was standing tall over Miles who was kneeling on the ground wearing a white outfit with a collar, some rope and a chain. The image of Miles had his hands tied round his back in purple rope while a chain lead from the collar round his neck to Ryan's hands. How he got away with it at school was a miracle, but it was a bigger miracle that Ryan hadn't passed out as all the blood in his body was rushing to his crotch leaving him straining against his jeans. If Miles concocted scenes like that in his mind, this so called making up was going to be a lot worse than he originally thought.

It was Hayley as usual to break the stunned silence, "Mom, dad, stay out of Miles room from now on." They both just laughed and went back into the solace of the kitchen. "Little brother, I will never ever buy you rope for Christmas again." She chuckled before walking off leaving the two of them alone.

"Well?" Miles asked.

"Well, how many guys have you let do that to you?", Ryan was scared to here the answer to a question he shouldn't have asked and felt worse when Miles looked away.

"None..." Was the quiet whisper of Miles answer, which filled Ryan with relief but the "I've never done anything with anyone." Which followed was unexpected. He couldn't make the connection of how this kind, caring, beautiful yet kinky creature had never been intimate with another person. He was so lost in his thought he failed to notice the silent tears that escaped Miles' eyes. Even with his fractured leg Miles was fast on his feet and was halfway up the stairs before Ryan caught on that he'd gone.

~#~

Everyone had acted as expected when he reviled the paining. It was his last effort to entice Ryan but it had failed. Instead it had ended up with Ryan not responding to him at all after he reviled that he had never done anything with another guy before.

In way it was because he never let anyone get that far, except for one guy. It was his best kept secret. Two years ago Miles started dating after putting his feelings for the infamous Ryan Branford aside as a crush and started looking to find someone else and he did. Again a guy a lot bigger than him but still quite gentle. It was if a dark angle was following him. The day before the two year anniversary of his family death, October 11th. Miles had been upset and this guy had the best idea to make him feel better, their first kiss, more importantly Miles first kiss. The next day he wasn't in school, that night he was in the news... dead... killed by his father. Hayley and the others put it down to his family's death, he never corrected them. It never normally affected him but for some reason when Ryan asked that question Miles felt guilty, like his death was his fault.

Just as he wiped the last tears way Ryan came through the door with the painting and placed it upon the wall, totally oblivious to the tears Miles had shed. He knelt in front of Miles and looked deep in his eyes.

"I've got to go home to get some clean clothes, I wont be long." He said softly. Miles just nodded, not trusting his voice. He watched Ryan drive away, waiting for it to be safe before he put his plan into action. He went down stairs and found Hayley,

"Ready?" he asked

"Ready." Was her reply, her eyes twinkling with the knowledge of what was about to happen. She led Miles to her little green car and helped him in, the cast hadn't really bothered him but getting it into this little car was awkward. Once the were both in and buckled up the car flew off the drive. Hayley wasn't exactly a speed demon but her speed was always at the limit.

"You know what your after?" she questioned already knowing the answer.

"Yeap." was the single word she got out of Miles for the 10 minutes they were in the car. They pulled up outside a shop with blacked out windows and a large sign in red letters 'Clone Zone'. With almost no difficulty, Miles was out the car.

"You staying here?"

"Yeah, last time I went in there I had nightmares for a week. That caused Miles to laugh last time they came here there was a live demo in the back called 'Blades and Flames' which could make anyone nervous at where the various blades and licks of fire were caressing. She knew Miles would be quick as he only needed a couple of things. Yet it was 20 minutes before he came out the store with the biggest grin on his face and four large bags.

"What the hell! I thought you needed a couple of things!" she exclaimed at the site.

"I did but when I saw Danny behind the counter I couldn't say no to a 75% discount." He chuckled. Danny was there second cousin and had always been a little on the extreme side.

"So how much did you spend?"

"$200" He replied.

"So that's $50 not to bad I guess."

"No." Miles shook his head "I spent $200 after the discount. Without it I spent $800." He said with a shy look, and caused Hayley to choke on thin air.

"WHAT!" she pulled part one of the receipt out of one of the bulging bags and began to scan it. "What the hell is an Istim and why is it $200?"

Miles' checks slightly darkened which against his pale complexion made him look extremely cute. Miles always gave off this 'I'm cute and innocent look' but those that knew him knew he had a dark side.

"Well.. It's this little thing and well..." giving up on explaining Miles rummaged though the bags and pulled out a black case. Her eyes widened with horror at the image on the card around the case and instantly felt sorry for Ryan. This so called Istim was a tense machine, something that was built to send a tiny electric current through someone's most private areas. That was confirmed with the big white letters on the front saying 'DO NOT USE ABOVE THE WAIST!'

Shock was still on her face when she handed back the piece of paper and turned the key in the ignition. "I don't want to ever get on the wrong side of you." She laughed "Id wake up tied to my bed covered in ice cream or something."

Miles' eyes lit up, "We need to pop to the supermarket." He exclaimed with an excited voice.

"What for?" Hayley asked with a questioning look.

"Vanilla, toffee and mint ice cream" Miles grinned and Hayley cried out in horror at what she'd just done.

"Ryan if you can hear me I'm sorry." she groaned, Miles just sat there grinning.

~#~

Ryan didn't know if his uncle was still at their house and was praying that he wasn't. Last time they met Ryan had ended up with a fracture in his arm because he stopped Alex from his gay bashing. His Uncle was an extremist and been a high ranking cop meant he got away with pretty much anything. There had even been suggestions that he was a leader of a group that had been terrorising gay run and gay friendly establishments through out the local areas.

Ryan parked out of sight and walked to his house and thankfully no one was home. He ran to the large home and unlocked the door. He guessed he hadn't got much time. The loud crunch of gravel outside grabbed his attention as Alex's truck pulled up to the house. Ryan had hoped for more time but luck wasn't on his side. He grabbed his clothes from his wardrobe and his laptop as the front door slammed. As he sneaked downstairs he could here laughter, it allowed him to get out the back door without being noticed. It didn't take long before he was halfway back to Miles' home but an unusual amount of traffic had caused a stand still. In the distance there was a cloud of thick black smoke rising, a feeling of dread rising in his stomach. Half an hour later Ryan was in front of the scene. 'The Dark Angle' club,more importantly a gay club had been torched and he had a very suspicious feeling he knew who had done it but no proof to back it up.

As Ryan pulled up to the house, Carl and Hannah were leaving.

"Just in time" Carl exclaimed, "Were just going to get some chips what would you like?"

"Ooo beef pie and chips please." One of his favourite meals. As Ryan walked into the house, Miles was curled up to Hayley's side watching a film.

"What's this?" Ryan asked, not recognising the film at all.

"Stardust." they both replied in unison, Miles turned around to face Ryan, a gleam in his eyes that wasn't their early. Secondly, Miles was wearing different clothes, instead of the loose jeans and t-shirt. He was now in a fitted black shirt and a pair of very tight black jeans. How Miles got into them he didn't know, they seemed to hug every inch of Miles' front and back and had Ryan hardening in seconds. Making a quick exit he didn't see the mischievous grin that crossed Miles' lips.

It took a few minutes before Ryan returned down stairs, just as the others started plating food. The heavenly smell wafted through the house. Everyone participating in general chit chat as they eat around the oval shaped table. It wasn't until Ryan looked up from his food that he wished he wasn't sat in front of Miles. Miles was dipping a large sausage into the gravy of his pie then wrapping his perk lips around the column of meat and sucking the juices off . Ryan felt like he was gonna die on the spot. How Miles was getting away with the blatant teasing he didn't know, it seemed that everyone was oblivious to the sausage sucking raven at the end of the table.

Thankfully dinner was over quickly and everyone was back to the film. Hannah, Hayley and Carl were on the large sofa leaving Ryan and Miles on the other. Ryan didn't know how he was going to contain his arousal at having Miles pressed right against his side. As he sat down Miles and lay out across Ryan, his head inches way from Ryan's hardening member. The film seemed to last forever and it was made worse as every breath Miles released seem to brush across him. It was as if Miles had planed this all.

At 10pm Miles let out a small yawn, sitting back up to Ryan's relief and disappointment. "I'm going up to bed" Miles said before turning to Ryan and gesturing him to follow. No one paid any attention to the to boy leaving. The only change was the T.V volume increased. As they entered Miles room, neither could hide the grins on there faces.

Ryan led Miles to the bed and pulled him gently to his lap, face to face, Miles had a leg either side of Ryan, straddling his thighs. Ryan wrapped his arms around Miles waist and pulled him even closer, there arousals pressed against each other the tight in material of their jeans. Ryan placed his hand against Miles face and Ryan his thumb across the delicate pale skin before gently bringing him forward. A moment that should have happened ages ago was coming to as Ryan's firm lips locked with his. Ryan's warm tongue slid across Miles' lip asking for entrance as his hands slid down his back and came to rest on the tightly clad cheeks of the smaller boy earning a gasp. Taking advantage Ryan penetrated his mouth with his slippery tongue casing him to moan as the two began a delicate dance.

As they continued to kiss, they started to part each others clothing. When they broke the kiss, they admired each others bare torsos. Ryan's strong and muscular, covered in a dark fur from just below his neck to the waist of his still remaining clothing and Miles' delicately smooth and pale flesh, not a hair in sight and his small pink numbs had no where to hid.

Miles began to put his plan into action. As he pushed Ryan onto the bed he began to reach for the black furred cuffs that were attached to an under bed harness, but before he could reach the first cuff, Ryan flipped them over and clasped it to Miles' own wrist. Shock was righten across his face and had no chance to respond before the other cuff was round the other wrist and the purple rope gag was in his mouth. Miles' own plan had been put against him.

Ryan reached for another length of purple silk rope which he placed around Miles' slim waist for added security. The pale boy wasn't going any where as Ryan bent down so his face was millimetres from Miles'.

"Tut tut tut, you nearly had me there didn't you? If only you hadn't looked so delicious when I walked in I wouldn't have stumbled across this little piece of paper in the hall way." He whispered into the stunned boys ear. Ryan began slowly kissing and nipping at Miles' flesh causing muffled moans and whimpers from the restrained boy as he worked his was lower. Miles suddenly arched into the air as Ryan began his assault on the poor boys nipples. Not only had Ryan found the array of toys but the three small tubs of ice cream. Currently rubbing mint onto the left and vanilla onto the right, he couldn't help but chuckle at the desperate wriggling of Miles underneath him. Using what little movement he had, Miles was trying to grind his groin against Ryan.

"Now now, I'll get to that later but first I need to clean up." He cooed as he began to lick the melting ice cream of Miles causing even more moans and gasps. He began to kiss his way down to the waist band of Miles' jeans. Miles hadn't even noticed Ryan had began removing the jeans till they were off.

Ryan couldn't help but stand back and admire his work. Miles was tied down to his own bed, by his own restrains and wearing nothing but a very tight purple pair of boxer briefs that had no more than 3 inches of material around cupped him so perfectly, with the word 'Addicted' spelt out across the top and were strained to there maximum against his hard arousal. His skin was pink from where the ice cream had been and like the rest of his body, Miles was pale and hairless.

Ryan could see the pleading in Miles' eyes to remove the confining garment and Ryan was all to happy to oblige. He slid his hands up the smooth thighs and into the legs of the garment grabbing the top and slowly pulling them down. Purposely letting the material rub against Miles' firm erection and casing him to thrust his hips against it.

"Ah ah." Ryan teased as the threw the underwear across the room, "I'm no where near finished yet." He grinned as he cuffed Miles spread legs. Miles' eye rolled as Ryan firmly grasped him in his hand while two fingers probed their way into him causing various gasps and moans. Miles looked up as the pressure went away to see Ryan removing the rest of his clothes and revile his own throbbing member. Much larger than Miles' uncut 6 and a half inches but Ryan wasn't done yet. He reached under the bed and pulled out a plastic black box. Miles eyes widened as Ryan applied three of the four pads to him. One on either thigh and the other just below his tight sack. The final part had been changed to a cock ring that Miles wasn't planing on using yet. Lubbing up the ring, Ryan slid it down Miles length till the very base. Forgetting about the two lower setting Ryan went straight for the middle 3rd setting. Miles practical shot off the bed as the pulses ran through his like lighting causing him to writhe and moan. Ryan took this chance to sheath himself and thrust gently into Miles' tight entrance and causing the helpless boy to cry out in ecstasy. Quickly Ryan removed the simulator and the gag from Miles and began his genital thrusting. Each time he trust Miles let out a quiet moan and it wasn't long before the smaller boy was panting heavily and thrusting back against Ryan's thick member.