All Cocks Stories Box Set Volume 2

by Smith,T. M.

  “Yeah, sure, okay,” Dusty responded, grabbing the chair in the corner and dragging it over to the bed. He sat and watched David’s chest rise and fall for the longest time, forgetting Tristan was in the room, until the soft sounds of the various machines in the room lulled him to sleep.

  He didn’t know how long he was out, but the feeling of fingers in his hair woke Dusty and he blinked his eyes open, the hospital room slowly coming into focus. Lifting his head he was greeted with a smile from a pair of sparkling blue eyes. David was lying on his side watching him, running his fingers through Dusty’s hair. “Hey,” he whispered.

  Dusty thought he must be broken, or perhaps channeling his effeminate side; who the hell knew? But he could not stop crying. He clung to David’s hand and bawled for the fiftieth time that day while David rubbed his shoulder and tried to assure him that he was okay. “D, baby, please stop crying. I’m gonna be fine, I promise.”

  “Jesus David, all I could do between Kory’s call and getting to you was pray that Kory was wrong. And then seeing you on that fucking stretcher, I can’t lose you D, I just can’t.” David tapped the bed beside him, pulling Dusty close when he climbed into the bed, scooting his body back against the railing of the bed behind him. Dusty was way past giving a shit what anyone thought or said, the need to hold David and comfort him overriding the possibility of being kicked out of the room.

  He thought he heard the snick of the door opening, but refused to look away from David. He was never letting David out of his sight again. A soft chuckle fell from David’s mouth, making him smile. “You can’t be with me twenty-four seven D, besides, you have to sleep eventually.”

  Dusty snorted. “I said that out loud, didn’t I?” David nodded.

  He noticed that David’s eyes drifted to something or someone behind him, but he could really care less right then if they had an audience. Lifting a trembling hand, Dusty reached up and cupped David’s face in his hand, running his thumb over David’s cheek a few times. “You want to tell me what happened, D?”

  “Not really, but I will anyway.” David rolled onto his back, staring up at the ceiling. It bothered Dusty that David looked away. He wanted to look into David’s eyes while he spoke so he could keep him grounded. “It was cold when I left the library, so I pulled my hood over my head, and I had my earbuds in. Regardless though, he came at me from the left so I never even saw him coming. Hell, I didn’t even realize it was on purpose until I reached for my iPod and he stepped on it then grabbed me and jerked me off the ground. I…I thought…” David’s voice shook and he tried to hold it together.

  Dusty slid one arm under David’s neck, laying the other over his stomach to hold the hand they’d put the IV in. David turned and buried his head in the crook of Dusty’s neck, his body trembling. The door opened again, someone was talking, whispering words he couldn’t quite make out. Dusty ignored everything that wasn’t the man in his arms. The fucking Pope could have walked into the room and he wouldn’t have cared.

  Eventually David calmed and rolled over onto his back once again, taking a couple of deep breaths before continuing to relay what happened. Or what he could remember, at least. “I thought it was Dale. I’m certain Tristan will have a great explanation for that, why my mind immediately pictured Dale. The guy said something about knowing me, who I was, I don’t remember anything he may have said after that. I was trying to crawl away, scooting backwards trying to get away from him when I slammed my head into a tree. Everything’s fuzzy after that.”

  “What happened to your arm, David?” Jon asked. Ah, so that was who was in the room. Damn, I must have slept longer than I thought, if Jon’s back already.

  “Oh, sorry, forgot that part. He um, he slammed into me from the left, that’s why I didn’t see him. I lost my balance and fell and when I did, I landed on my right arm. I think I may have landed on it again when he dropped me when I screamed, it’s…fuzzy. I think once the fog in my mind clears, I’ll remember more, Jon. Sorry.”

  “You’ve nothing to be sorry about, David. I want to be sure I cross every T and dot every I, so I can nail this bastard’s balls to the wall,” Jon said with a maniacal grin that sort of frightened Dusty, if he were honest. “I do have a picture I want you to look at, David.” Jon pulled his phone from his pocket and pushed a couple of buttons, walking over to the bed and turning the phone for them to see.

  Dusty’s heart skipped a beat. The guy was huge, like, Magilla Gorilla huge, no neck and Dusty wondered if the snarl on his face was a permanent feature. “I, no, I don’t think I recognize him Jon, sorry.” David shrugged.

  “That’s okay, just wanted to check.” The door opened again and Tristan stepped into the room. Jon was halfway out the door before turning and asking Dusty if he wanted to talk to Kory before he took him home.

  “Not right now, please tell him thanks and I’ll call him later.” Jon dipped his head once before disappearing.

  “Good news, they’re getting the paperwork ready to release you so you can go home. I had to do some fast talking and promise the doctor that you’d be off your feet and on your ass for a couple of days at least.” The look on Tristan’s face told them both he wasn’t kidding.

  It took the better part of an hour for them to speak with the doctor and for the paperwork to be finished, releasing him. Dusty expected his dad to be waiting at the exit with his truck. Instead, Gabe’s SUV sat idling. Tristan hopped out and opened the back door, ushering them both into the back seat. “Micah’s in the truck with your dad right behind us,” Tristan assured them. “We’re going to stop at the deli for some sandwiches while your dad and Micah pick up David’s prescriptions.” Dusty thought to argue, but the tone of Tristan’s voice sounded final, so he kept his mouth shut and his arms wrapped tight around David as they were chauffeured home.

  Chapter 18 | Awkward!

  Their apartment could never be described as roomy, but six bodies shuffling through the door made it seem far smaller than it actually was. The remnants of the previous night’s spoiled dinner littered the kitchen, ignored by Dusty as he walked right past, all but carrying David into their bedroom. Once he got his partner settled, fed and medicated, he held David close while he slept. Unable to hold his bladder any longer, he relented and crawled out of bed, watching David sleep soundly for a few moments before he pulled the door shut behind him.

  His intention was to go right back into the bedroom when he was done, until he looked into his crowded living room. His dad sat in the chair. Tristan, Micah, Gabe and Kory were all piled on the couch and William sat at the bar with a tall, blond man his father’s age he didn’t know. “Did I miss my invitation to the party?” he asked, heading toward the fridge and, fingers crossed, an ice cold beer. “Thank fuck,” he muttered, grabbing a beer and twisting the cap off.

  Tipping his beer to William, he snickered, “He’s a little old for you, Willie.”

  “Fuck off dude, this is Beau’s doctor, he was at the bar having dinner when Gabe called. So he came with to see if you needed anything. Now back that ass up and grab me a beer.” William snapped his fingers, pointing at the fridge.

  “You…you’re shittin’ me, right?” Dusty stood, staring at him dumbfounded.

  “You know, I have never understood that expression. To answer your question, no, I’m not shitting you, there’s a g on the end of the word Dusty, now would you please, be so kind and bring me a beer.”

  “Yes my liege.” Dusty bowed comically, before opening the fridge and grabbing a couple of bottles of beer. Handing one off to William, he leaned against the bar and extended his hand to the doctor. “Nice to meet you, Doc.”

  “Please, call me Adam. Nice to meet you as well Dusty, though better circumstances would have been preferred.” Dusty couldn’t have agreed with him more. The man was very handsome actually, for an older guy. Probably in his late forties, Adam had blond hair and a lovely smile. He was talking with William, but he kept glancing at something behind Dusty. Turning slowly, Dus
ty scanned his living room to try and figure out what or whom the Doc was eyeing. When his father looked their way, grinning and ducking his head like a fucking teenager, Dusty choked on his beer.

  “Could this fucking day possibly get any worse?” he muttered, idly wiping at the wetness on his shirt.

  William leaned closer, whispering in his ear. “They’ve been eyeing each other since we walked in the door. What’s the story with your dad? Mid-life crisis? Closeted? Bi?”

  “Bi,” Dusty snarled, pushing off the counter and heading back to his bedroom.

  He and his father had talked earlier in the day while David was in class, before the shit hit the fan. Dean wanted to stay in New York for a while, give Dusty’s mom and her fella some much needed alone time so they could begin their life without him in the way. All of it was very surreal for Dusty—not only that his father was bi, but that his parents were divorcing and remaining best friends, essentially. He was actually just about to go down and speak to the apartment manager about keeping the lease on the two-bedroom apartment when Kory called.

  He shook all thoughts that didn’t involve his injured boyfriend away as he quietly went into their bedroom. David was sitting up when he walked in.

  “Hey babe, what do you need?” Dusty rushed over to the bed.

  Standing on wobbly legs, David reached for him, letting Dusty anchor his body. “Gotta pee,” David slurred, the pain meds obviously still in his system.

  He let David lean on him all the way to the bathroom, while he took a piss and washed his hands, all but carrying him back into the bedroom. There was a small table tray at the foot of the bed with two sandwiches, a bag of chips and two cans of soda. “Not hungry,” David told him when he saw the tray.

  “You need to eat something before you take another pain pill, David.” Adam must have been waiting for them in the kitchen; Dusty hadn’t seen him in the hall when they came out of the bathroom. Since Dusty had already met the doctor, hearing his voice didn’t bother him. David, however, didn’t recognize the voice. He froze, eyes wide, body trembling.

  “D, it’s okay, he’s a friend.” Dusty turned, pulling David’s smaller body close and holding him until he calmed. He was thankful Adam stayed put, leaning against the door frame, while he got David settled back in the bed.

  “This is Adam, D, he’s a doctor and a friend that wanted to stop by and see if you needed anything.” He held David’s hand, gently rubbing his thumb over David’s knuckles to keep him grounded. The simple contact seemed to calm David and Dusty was grateful for that.

  “How are you feeling David?” Adam asked, still holding up the door.

  “Okay, my head feels tight, if that makes sense. I’m really not hungry though.”

  The doctor pushed off the door, slowly walking toward the bed. Dusty appreciated how cognizant the doctor was of David’s fears. Dusty climbed over David and settled next to him on his left side so that David could focus on the doctor and keep him in his line of sight.

  “That is an apt description with a concussion, David. The tightness is the swelling from the hit to the head. And from what I’ve been told by your boyfriend’s father, you were in a coma about a year ago and there was some severe swelling at that time?” Adam had taken David’s wrist in his hand and was holding it while looking at his watch.

  Dusty answered for David when he remained mute. “Yes, that’s right. Should we be worried, Adam?” Dusty asked, noting the desperation in his voice. He’d been worried about extensive or irreparable damage since this was at least the second time David had sustained a head injury. He hadn’t wanted to voice his opinion and possibly freak his lover out even more than he already was.

  “I don’t think so Dusty, though I will caution you to be very mindful of this injury. If you experience a headache lasting longer than a few hours or not relieved with the pain meds from the hospital, nausea, vomiting, fever or sensitivity to light, I’d recommend going straight back to the ER immediately. Are you listening, David?” Adam asked.

  Dusty turned his attention to his partner, noticing he was blankly staring up at Adam. “D, you okay?”

  David blinked, shaking his head. “Yeah, sorry, it’s just…you’re gorgeous,” he told Adam, blushing and ducking his head. Dusty and Adam both laughed. David looked at Dusty through his lashes, smiling. “Sorry D, but he is,” he whispered.

  “Yeah, he’s still sitting right here D, I’m pretty sure he can hear you, even if you whisper.” He pulled David close and kissed him on the head.

  Adam stood. “You have to eat before you get another pill, David.” He ducked out of the room, closing the door behind him.

  David blew out a shaky breath. “Holy shit D, where’d you find him? Hot doctors are us dot com?”

  Dusty reached for the tray of food, picking it up and setting it between them. “I think him and my dad have been eye-fucking each other in my living room.”

  David choked on the piece of sandwich he’d bitten off. “Sorry.” Dusty held his hands up, chuckling. “Sorry.”

  They sat and ate their sandwiches in companionable silence, each stealing glances at the other and smiling, both content to sit quietly as long as they were together. David only ate half his sandwich. Dusty was just happy he’d eaten anything after trying to argue he wasn’t hungry. He was thankful when his dad came in a few minutes later with a bottle of pills in hand. He traded Dusty the bottle for the tray, closing the door behind him when he left the room.

  Dusty took the opportunity to speak to David about something that had been weighing on his mind for a while: his job. “Can I ask you something D?” David nodded, smiling at Dusty with tired eyes. “Does the porn bother you?”

  David pulled away just far enough to look Dusty in the eyes. “What do you mean? In what way?”

  Dusty sighed, reaching up and running his hand through David’s fine hair, tamping down the sudden resurgence of anger when he felt the knot on the back of David’s head. Focus Dusty, focus, he silently chastised himself. “Are you still okay with me working at All Cocks?”

  “Why wouldn’t I be?” David sounded confused.

  Dusty laughed, pulling David close and kissing his forehead. “When we started this we weren’t in love; we’d made no promises or commitments. Now, I would rather cut off my right hand than to ever hurt you, in any way, D. So I just want to be sure you are still okay with me doing porn.”

  When David didn’t say anything right away, Dusty reluctantly loosened his hold, moving back just far enough to look at David. His lover was looking up at him with a timid grin. “I love that you worry about me, that you always consider my feelings before even your own at times. No one has ever done that with me. Back to the point though, it’s your job D, much like an actor goes off to work and pretends to be someone else. That’s how I think of what you do with other guys while you’re at work. I’m sure that’s simple and stupid and most guys would probably throw a fit, but I’m not most guys D.”

  “You most certainly are not,” Dusty quickly agreed, leaning in for a kiss.

  David playfully pushed him away. “Anyway, my point is, I love you and I trust you, D. And I know it will be our bed you sleep in every night, curled up beside me.”

  “Damn D, the things you say, sometimes I wonder what I did to deserve you.” Dusty kissed him again.

  David curled into him, burrowing until he was comfortable, softly snoring in about five minutes flat. Dusty yawned. Glancing at the clock, he was surprised it was only six in the evening. They’d all been up for more than twenty-four hours. He was exhausted so he scooted down, holding onto David and grabbing the comforter, throwing it over them. When he woke later it was pitch black, the digital clock displaying eleven pm the only light in the room.

  Bladder screaming, he managed to crawl out of the bed without waking David. Very quietly, he opened the bedroom door, stopping and listening when he heard his dad whispering.

  “It was kind of you to put everything on hold to come here and look af
ter David, thank you.”

  “It was no trouble whatsoever,” Adam responded. “May I be so bold to ask if you’d have a drink with me tomorrow night?”

  Dusty rolled his eyes. Oh my god, my father is being hit on in my living room. Looking up to the heavens he begged, Lord, can you strike me down with a sharp bolt of lightning? The therapy bills alone will bankrupt me!

  “I’d like that very much Adam.” He could hear the smile in his dad’s voice.

  Oh goddamn, I’m gonna hurl!

  “Good, then…can I just…” Dusty strained to hear the doctor but all he heard was the unmistakable sound of lips meeting in a kiss.

  Are you fucking kidding me?!

  “Well, until tomorrow.” Adam finally spoke. The snick of the door closing and the jingle of the chain lock told Dusty he and his dad were alone.

  He flipped the hallway light on, unfazed when his dad swung around and yelped. “Fucking hell, you scared me Dusty.”