All Cocks Stories Box Set Volume 2

by Smith,T. M.

  Dusty was trying to come up with a response to what Tristan had just said when the nurse came out of the room. She smiled at them before heading back down the hall. Not even remotely interested in finishing their conversation, Dusty walked back into the room, Tristan right behind him.

  “I think we’ve done enough here today, David so I’m going to head out, but I’ll stop by tomorrow to see you. If you think of anything, remember anything or have any questions, write them down and we can discuss it tomorrow,” Tristan told him, patting David’s foot lightly before walking toward the door.

  “Night Tristan, thank you for staying with me today,” David called out, receiving a genuine smile and a wave from Tristan right as he stepped out of the room, closing the door behind him.

  Dusty busied himself, cleaning up and tossing the remnants of their dinner in the trash, unsure what he wanted to say to David. Coming back out of the bathroom, he caught David watching his every move, his cheeks flushing when their eyes met. Dusty stopped, leaning against the wall, watching David squirm. It was fucking adorable.

  “You feeling better now?” Dusty asked. David nodded. Pushing off the wall, he closed the distance separating them in a couple seconds, sitting down on the edge of the bed and taking David’s hand in his. “What’s up D, what has you all flustered?”

  “You,” David whispered.

  “What about me, D?” Dusty prodded.

  “I…well, I know you’re only being my friend, but…well, I wish we could be more. That’s all.” David stared up at him through his long, blond lashes, desire swimming in the blue pools that were his eyes. When David licked his bottom lip it took every iota of will power Dusty had not to kiss him. He coughed into his hand to stifle the groan he let escape, turning his head away from David.

  “I know, I’m being silly, you could do so much better than some broken-down nutcase like me,” David said quietly, pulling away and almost folding in on himself. It pained Dusty to hear David putting himself down. The way considering himself undesirable came almost second nature to David was something Dusty intended to change. Moving slowly so as not to spook him, Dusty lifted David’s chin with his hand, closing the distance between them, keeping his eyes open so he could watch David until the last possible moment. His wide blue eyes slowly closed just before their lips met.

  Dusty had no desire to deepen the kiss right then; he covered David’s lips with his own and was amazed at the heat such a simple kiss generated. Pulling back and running his thumb across David’s flushed cheek, Dusty watched as his eyelids fluttered open and the depth of desire, trust and longing that stared out at him took Dusty’s breath away. “There is absolutely nothing wrong with you D, you hear me?” David nodded once, his eyes never breaking the connection with Dusty. “When it’s all said and done, we can talk about something more between us. But for right now, I think you getting better, getting your memory back and getting out of this damn hospital bed should be what you’re focusing on. Okay?”

  David gave the air of someone coming out of a trance, numbly agreeing with whatever was said. “Uh huh,” he muttered.

  Dusty smiled, dropping his hand and moving to stand, but David was faster and far stronger than Dusty considered. Hands that were usually shaky grabbed Dusty’s shirt with renewed strength, jerking him back down for another kiss. Unlike the previous kiss, this one was electric and fierce, something akin to a claiming.

  “What am I going to do with the two of you?” Dusty pulled away and stood so fast he almost tripped when he heard the nurse behind him. She didn’t even have to speak, simply pointed at the chair, chuckling as Dusty robotically turned and dropped down into it.

  She checked David’s vitals and jokingly threatened to call security if they didn’t keep their hands to themselves. Lips still tingling, Dusty thought distance and small talk would be the best distraction. Thinking back to the first few days he spent watching over David, how he’d wanted to know the most miniscule and mundane things about the beautiful man that lay still and silent. They spent the evening talking about their favorites…food, music, movies and sports just to name a few. The random request for tacos had already answered one question, but there was so much more that Dusty wanted to know. He learned that David’s favorite color was yellow because it reminded him of the sun. He liked classic rock and blues, loved to curl up on the couch and watch a super scary movie, but could easily be talked into a romantic comedy as well. Sports weren’t even on his radar but art—David lit up when he talked about his art.

  “I’ve missed so much though, that I’ll probably have to repeat this semester. That’s if I don’t get dropped for failing.” David’s mood soured quickly.

  “I’m confident Tristan can help you out with that. I don’t think they could hold your absence against you, not under the circumstances. But you probably will have to repeat the semester,” Dusty reassured him.

  “What about you, D? What kind of music do you like?” It was David’s turn to ask the questions.

  “I’ll listen to just about anything except for metal; that shit gives me a headache,” Dusty told him, smiling when David tried to hide a yawn behind his hand. “Listen, there will be plenty of time to talk but right now, you need to sleep. You still have a ways to go before your body completely heals and sleep is the best thing for that.” Dusty reached up and pressed the button to lower the head of the hospital bed down, leaning over David and kissing his forehead.

  “You’re staying, right?” Dusty nodded. He pulled out his phone to check his email and Facebook, glancing up every couple of minutes until finally, David was asleep. Exhausted, Dusty pulled out the sleeper he’d spent almost every night on since David first regained consciousness. A memory of Kory snoring on an identical sleeper in Jon’s room when he was still in the hospital recovering from the shooting made Dusty feel sad and uncertain. Eventually, he would have to tell his best friend the truth. And while Dusty could see past what Dale Thompson had done and realize that David was not to blame, he couldn’t say whether or not Kory would feel the same.

  Chapter 5 | Mi Casa, Su Casa

  Two days later, the doctor told them David would be released the following day. Dusty was thrilled as was David, for about five minutes. “Hey D, what’s wrong?” Dusty asked, after watching David’s face go from elated to despondent. almost.

  “I have nowhere to go,” he whispered.

  Dusty laughed which had David looking at him like he might be crazy. “Of course you do. You’re coming home with me.” The smile he was rewarded with could have lit up the hospital if the power went out.

  “Are you sure? I mean, I won’t be putting you out or anything?” David asked gleefully.

  “Of course not, D,” Dusty reassured him.

  That night after dinner, a shower and meds, Dusty headed home to get the apartment ready for his guest while David slept. He called William to see when he’d be home, learning that he was out at the house in Mamaroneck for at least a week for back to back shoots. “All right then, I’ve got a friend that’s in a bind so I offered him the couch for a little while, until he gets back on his feet.” Dusty knew he’d have to tell William exactly who David was eventually, but for now, the less he shared the better.

  “Don’t be stupid, Dusty. Your friend can take my room for now. The sheets are clean and I’ll let you know when I’ll be home so you guys can rearrange, but let the guy be comfortable for goodness sake.” William was probably the most selfless person Dusty knew. They’d been friends of course, until recently when Kory moved in with Jon and Dusty needed someone to carry the other half of the rent. The lease at William’s old apartment came up for renewal with a higher monthly rate, so Dusty offered up Kory’s old room when he’d found out that his friend and co-worker was looking for something more affordable.

  Funny, Dusty thought, they’d seen less of each other since they became roommates than when they only worked together. Dusty made a mental note to be more attentive to his friends, including Kory, who�
�d been sent to voicemail more often than not the past few weeks. As if knowing someone was thinking about him, Dusty’s phone rang, the caller ID displaying Kory’s name.

  “Yo!” Dusty answered.

  “Well it’s about damn time you answered the fucking phone, dude. Where you been hiding? Jon and I want to have you over to the house for dinner but it’s hard to extend an invitation if you’re constantly being forwarded to voicemail,” Kory growled.

  “Sorry Kory, I’ve just been busy.” Dusty pondered what to say that wouldn’t raise more questions.

  “Oh really? Do tell D, what does busy look like, and when do I get to meet him?” Kory’s voice was lighthearted, jovial.

  Dusty laughed, deciding to attempt changing the subject, praying it would work. “So, how’s married life?”

  “Oh fuck you, D. It has its ups and downs.”

  “I bet it does,” Dusty teased. “Up and down…in and out.”

  Kory laughed. “It’s pretty damn amazing, D. Me, the perpetual bachelor that swore he’d never fall in love.” His best friend’s voice took on a more serious tone then. “God D, when I thought I’d lost him…everything changed. I can’t believe how much I love this man, how happy he makes me.”

  “Why do you say that like it’s a bad thing, Kory? I’m so happy you finally found someone that can help you show the world a side of you that isn’t all piss and vinegar.” Being Kory’s best friend gave Dusty the right to call him out on his bullshit. And Dusty felt certain Jon would not hesitate to do so as well.

  “Ha, very funny D,” Kory responded before Dusty heard a rustling noise. “Get. Off!” Kory shouted, but there was no anger in the words, only glee.

  “Yeah, I bet that is exactly what he’s trying to do Kory, get off.” Dusty laughed.

  “Fuck you!” Kory quipped.

  “No babe, fuck me!” Dusty heard Jon’s muffled response, laughing even louder.

  “I’ll let you go Kory, tend to your man.”

  “Wait D, dinner, soon?” Kory asked before screeching at Jon, telling him to stop.

  “Sure, let me know when.” Dusty smiled as he hung up, setting his phone down on the kitchen counter and saying a silent prayer that he’d managed to throw Kory off track, for the time being at least. Kory was like a dog with a bone though—once he got it in his head that Dusty was seeing someone, he’d hound his best friend until he got to meet him.

  Dusty started in the kitchen, making his way through the apartment room by room, making sure everything was clean and ready for David the next day. It was midnight before he got in bed after his marathon cleaning session and a trip to the store to restock the fridge as well as grabbing a sweat suit, a cheap pair of shoes and toiletries for David.

  Arriving at the hospital early the next day, Dusty was surprised to see David sitting in the chair he’d always claimed, fully dressed minus one shoe. The original cast, bulky and uncomfortable, had been replaced the previous week with a smaller cast that covered only David’s shin area where the breaks were. It was taking his leg longer to heal since it was not only jaggedly broken, but broken in three places. The doctor had surmised that someone would have had to jump up and down on David’s leg to cause such damage, and the thought made Dusty’s blood boil.

  Dusty wondered briefly where the clothes had come from until he saw Tristan on the far side of the bed, head down, pen in hand scribbling something in David’s medical record. He and Dusty had discussed getting clothes and basic necessities for David the night before, and Dusty could swear he’d told Tristan he would pick up some clothes and such for David when he got groceries. With everything going on as of late, it could have been a silent thought he never voiced. Oh well, it wasn’t like David didn’t need everything they’d both gotten for him anyways.

  Not long after David woke from the coma he’d asked about any personal possessions that were on him when he was initially brought to the hospital. Sheila shared that there was a bag of personal items locked up in the charge nurse’s office. She asked that Dusty come with her to get the bag and he wondered why, until he got his hands on the bag. Inside the bag was a blood-stained shirt, torn and bloodied jeans, a pair of tennis shoes and a wallet. Thank fuck, Dusty thought, removing the wallet and tossing the bag and clothes in the nearest trash can. Nothing had been taken from the wallet, which wasn’t surprising. There was some cash, David’s license, school ID and a debit card along with a picture of a striking blonde woman with a tall, lanky blond-haired blue-eyed boy standing behind her. Everything about the image turned Dusty’s stomach except the adorable, pudgy-cheeked little boy with bright blue eyes and crazy white hair that sat in his mother’s lap, two teeth showing in his wide grin.

  As soon as Dusty walked into the room David’s face lit up. “Hey,” he whispered, reaching out for Dusty as soon as he was in arms’ reach. In that moment, the look of complete and utter trust staring back at him from David’s eyes…Dusty knew exactly how Kory felt when he talked about loving Jon more than life itself.

  Oh fuck, I’m falling for him, Dusty thought. His gut reaction was to bury those stray thoughts. But then Dusty remembered what Tristan had said to him when he told him it was okay to be attracted to David. Still, he would tread lightly and move slowly where David’s heart was concerned. Obviously no one else ever bothered to put the edgy twenty-one-year-old’s feelings first, Dusty would happily accept the job.

  Tristan clapping his hands together made David flinch. He covered it well, though—had Dusty not been looking right at him he might not have caught the almost involuntary reaction. “All right, you two, you ready to blow this popsicle stand?” Tristan asked with a wry grin.

  It took the better part of an hour to get David downstairs, into the truck and back home to Dusty’s apartment that was only ten minutes away from the hospital. Tristan followed them back, staying long enough to see they made it up to the apartment, drop off the bag full of clothes and toiletries he’d gotten for David, and write a note on the dry-erase board Dusty kept on the fridge to remind him of David’s appointment with Tristan on Friday that week.

  They ordered pizza for dinner and they ate while watching Dancing with the Stars. “This has always been one of my favorite shows. Dale hates it, always bitches when I watch it,” David told him. Thankfully, David was so engrossed in the show and his dinner that he didn’t see the look of horror on Dusty’s face at the simple mention of Dale Thompson. He bit back the instinct to correct David, remind him that Dale was dead. There was no longer any apparent trauma to David’s brain, all the swelling was gone according to the most recent scan. The memories of the attack and the weeks leading up to it were still lost in an unknowing river in David’s head.

  As soon as the show finished, Dusty grabbed the remote and clicked the TV off. “I think we should call it a night D, we’re both exhausted.” They’d been playing a game of tag for the last hour, taking turns yawning.

  “Wait, D, can we talk for a little while?” David asked him.

  “Yeah, let me clean this up first.” Dusty grabbed the plates, empty pizza box and soda cans. He dumped everything off in the kitchen and grabbed another soda for David, a beer for himself, then slowly made his way back out to the living room. “What’s on your mind, D?” Dusty asked, plopping down on the couch.

  David was leaning back on the love seat, his casted leg propped up on the coffee table. He glanced over at Dusty briefly, face flushing before he spoke. “This is an awfully nice apartment. I know you have a roommate, but, well…what is it you do Dusty? For work—you and your roommate.”

  Dusty smiled, leaning forward and setting his beer on the coffee table. He had no intention of lying or hiding what he did for a living; he wasn’t ashamed of being a porn star anyways. “Have you ever heard of All Cocks?” Dusty asked.

  David coughed, his cheeks turning crimson. Clearing his throat, he took a swig of his soda before answering Dusty’s question. “N…No, I don’t think I have.”

  Dusty wasn’t surprised b
y David’s reaction, or the fact that he didn’t know what All Cocks was. Most gay men between the age of fifteen and fifty knew what All Cocks was. But David wasn’t most gay men. He was barely an adult that had grown up with an abusive older brother and an uber-religious mother that probably used the bible as a weapon.

  “It’s a gay porn site.” Dusty gave his words a few minutes to sink in. Watching as confusion turned to realization on David’s beautifully flushed face.

  “I work for All Cocks INC. It’s an online gay porn website. My roommate, William, he works there as well.” He let the words circle in the air around them, pursing his lips to hide the smile threatening to break when David’s eyes widened and the blush on his cheeks went from adorable to an angry red.

  “Ummm, wow, I…okay,” David sputtered.