The Taste of Touching Glass

~Tony's POV~

I was slipping under. The last thing I saw was that man who brought me here, leaving with a tear streaked face.

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I woke with a start. My dream just lingering on the edge of my vision. I was drenched in sweat, and I was clasping the sheets with all my might. I cry escaped my mouth without my meaning to.

'MIKE!' His head popped through the doors a few seconds later.

'OH MY GOD! MIKE!' I screamed, breaking down and crying. There were tubes connected to my veins and as much as I wanted, I couldn't get out to hug him. Mike turned behind him and yelled down the hall. He then slipped into my room.

'Mike.' He crept closer and whispered my name. I nodded and tears flowed even more freely - if that was even possible.

'Tony!' He rushed to my bedside and leaped onto the bed. Our tears mixed as our lips collided. I grabbed the back of his neck and brought him down so that he was closer to my level. He placed both hands on the pillow and supported himself while I clutched at his neck and back. We became sloppy in our kissing as the need for each other's touch grew. Mike started licking my bottom lip and a few seconds later we were swapping spit. I broke away for air and Mike moved down and placed a trail of kisses along my neck and chest. I leaned up so that my lips were near his ear and I whispered,

'I love you.'

I then planted a trail of my own kisses down his neck and he moved his trail up my neck, stopping at my ear and whispering,

'I love you too.'

I shuddered at his words and started biting and sucking at his neck, creating a hickey. I smiled to myself when he realised this.

He brought his mouth down and reclaimed it, though not before he had a decent size hickey going on. A few minutes later, someone coughed, making us spring apart. Mike blushed when he realised how on top of me he was.

Stacey was standing there, a look of amusement on her face.

'It seems that Tony has regained his memory.' She stated.

'Uh... yeah.' I said. She walked up next to Mike.

'Nice love bite.' She commented, making him go even redder - if that was possible.

'Now, Tony. Why were you able to remember?' She asked, puzzlement sliding over her features. 'Did you have a dream last night or anything that may have triggered your subconscious?'

'I had a dream last night about Mike, actually.' I said.

Stacey's eyebrows raised and she said, 'What was it about?' It was my turn to let the blood rush to my face.

'Uh.' I turned to Mike and pretended I was sharing a memory with him; because that's all it was. A memory.

~Mike's POV~

'Mike -'

'No,' I cut him off. 'and I do like you, Tony. Don't try and assume my feelings.' I got into my car and drove off. I watched him in the rearview mirror, chasing after the car, his left arm outstretched. I drove to my house which I shared with my brother. Tears were streaming down my face, and I almost crashed into a bush. I ran inside and poured my heart out to Vic. He then texted somebody, and the next thing I knew, there was a knock at the door. Jaime and Tony were here, and what I heard of it, VIc wasn't impressed. I got up and walked over to the door. I arrived just in time to hear Jaime pleading to let them explain themselves.

'Let them.' I said, startling Vic. We all piled into the lounge room and Vic and I claimed the arm chairs, forcing Jaime and Tony to sit next to each other on the lounge. As they explained themselves to Vic and I, Vic interrupted them for one question.

'You chased a car?' Tony and I both nodded.

'Mike's car?' Tony sighed and nodded again. Vic, feeling pleased with himself turned to me triumphantly.

'I think that I can safely say that there is nothing going on between Tony and Jaime.' He announced.

'Why?' I asked. Tony got up off of the couch and I got lost in his chocolate brown eyes. His mouth moved and suddenly, his lips were against mine. I froze, and he backed off, his eyes watering. He ran out of the house and Vic was yelling at me. I ran out of teh door after Tony and called his name.

'What, Mike?' He said, tears running down his face. We were in the middle of the street, since he had decided to walk home, even though his car was in our driveway.

'This.' I said and kissed him. We broke apart and I felt his lips mouth the words "I love you" against mine. I shuddered happily.

~Tony's POV~

'And after the dream, I saw a single white rose.' I finished. Mike was staring at me, reliving the memory himself. It was of our first kiss. Stacey had listened to it and had decided to make an input.

'It seems as though a strong emotion - love - has brought back your memories while you're subconscious is free to roam. It could go anywhere, but why it's brought you're memory back, I have no idea. Mike, I would be careful. He could forget who he is any second.' She starts trailing off and running through different ideas in her mind.

'I suppose you guys could stay here for now. We want to moniter Tony's memory loss, and as it seems now, his memory regaining.' She walked out to talk technical with the other nurses.

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