All Cocks Stories Box Set Volume 1

by T. M. Smith

  After a while Kory laid his head down on Jon’s arm, closing his eyes, drifting off to the sounds of the machines beeping and Sophia gently whispering to Jon, begging him to open his eyes.

  ~ Chapter 11 | We’re Not in Kansas Anymore ~

  The room was dark and cold. He tried to move, but his arms felt weighted down. What was that insistent beeping noise in the background? And the low hum, an engine? No, it was more like, a cat purring. Kory? Jon finally managed to blink his eyes open, but they ached and itched, felt full of sand and he couldn’t lift his arms to rub them. It took every ounce of strength he possessed to turn his head in the direction he thought the purring was coming from. Just as he thought, Kory. His lover was passed out in a chair next to his hospital bed. Wait, what the fuck was he doing in a hospital?!

  The beeping grew louder as the room started to spin. Jon could swear he was calling, no, screaming Kory’s name, but no sound came out. The door flew open and two nurses ran in just as Kory jumped up and took up all the space in the tiny window of vision Jon still had. “Jon, baby, what’s wrong?” Kory asked and Jon wanted to answer him, but his eyes were growing heavy, black spots littered his vision.

  “What happened?” Tristan’s voice echoed in the background. Jon briefly wondered why Tris was in his hospital room before he passed out again.

  Jon didn’t know how long it was before he could hear and feel the things around him again. He lay there with his eyes closed, just listening and allowing himself a few minutes to adjust; scared he would get overwhelmed like before and black out again. His hand felt wet and he wondered why, turning his head slightly and opening his eyes a bit, Jon saw a familiar head of brown hair lying on his arm.

  Kory. He held Jon’s hand, resting his head there as well, and he was crying. Jon could tell by the way Kory’s body shook and the constant drip of tears that coated his hand, running down in between his fingers.

  “Oh God Jon, please wake up.” Kory begged, and it broke Jon’s heart. He concentrated hard on his voice, trying to breathe life into words, but they didn’t come.

  “I love you, you stubborn son of a bitch. If you fucking die on me I’m going to kick your ass.” Kory’s words made Jon want to laugh, but still, the sound didn’t quite reach. Inside he was dancing a jig. He had known for a while now that he was in love with Kory. His obstinate, asinine, hard headed lover. The man that made Jon want to strangle him one minute, then throw him down and fuck him stupid the next. Jon was so in love with Kory it was crazy.

  Jon wanted to jump up and down in the bed, shout it from the roof top. His voice was screaming so loud in his mind that it made Jon’s head ache. I LOVE YOU, KORY WHITE!!!

  As soon as the machines started to go haywire again, Kory’s head shot up, his eyes locking on Jon’s. Then Tristan was there on his other side, speaking softly, his hand on Jon’s shoulder trying to calm him down. “Hey Jon boy, it’s okay, I need you to calm down. If you don’t calm down you are going to black out again. Your body still isn’t healed enough to deal with the stress of being upset yet. It will try and shut down again, so please, calm the fuck down,” Tristan begged.

  Jon closed his eyes and concentrated on calming his erratic heart rate. It didn’t help the situation any that he couldn’t think straight or form a coherent thought that would explain why he was in the hospital and what, exactly, his body was so weak from. He felt like he’d been hit by a truck that backed up over his body, and then hit full speed ahead once again.

  Kory held Jon’s hand in his, lifting it up, holding their twined fingers against his cheek. His gorgeous amber eyes glistened with fresh tears, and the smile, oh God, the smile he gave Jon instantly slowed his heart rate. “There you go, baby.” Kory whispered.

  “Kory.” Jon’s voice sounded like he had swallowed broken glass; it was rough and jagged. He struggled to squeeze Kory’s fingers, and must have at least succeeded a little. Kory held their joined hands out in between them and his smile widened. It was the most brilliant smile Jon could ever remember seeing.

  “Kory.” Jon tried again. He wanted so desperately to tell Kory he loved him, his heart ached to say to the words out loud.

  “Shhh, it’s okay, calm down before you pass out again. I’m being selfish. I want you to stay awake for a little while so I can look at those amazing green eyes of yours.” Kory grinned down at him.

  Jon hoped he was smiling. He was sending the signal to his lips to lift up, he just wasn’t quite sure they were receiving at the moment. Everything felt odd, weird, and when Jon tried to lift his left arm and reach for Kory the pain shot through his entire body making him wince and cry out.

  “Whoa now, let’s not move that arm just yet.” Tristan said. Jon looked up at his brother, his eyes pleading. “I think he might be ready, Kory.” Ready for what? Jon thought.

  “If you’re sure, you want to start? Or you want me to?” Kory responded. Start what?! Jon wanted to scream at them.

  Tristan looked down at him again, eyes narrowing, lips drawn into thin line. “Okay little brother, we will tell you what happened but you have to promise to stay calm. If you get upset, Nurse Ratched will fly in here and shoot your IV full of knock you the fuck out drugs again.”

  Kory and Tristan took turns relaying their separate stories that crossed paths when Jon was rushed to the hospital. He lay there staring up at the ceiling for a while before it really hit him. Three people were dead, including Gio. And why? Because some dumb fuck was homophobic and thought shooting up a bar full of gay men would accomplish something? Neither Kory nor Tris had stated why the gunman had targeted the club - did anyone even know why yet?

  Jon could feel the hot tears leaking from his eyes seconds before the beeping sounds came faster, grew louder, then the door flew open just as Tris had said it would. Jon turned to look at Kory, wanting his face to be the last thing he saw before he was pulled under again. As he fought the effects of the medication, he tried to tell Kory he would fight harder to stay calm next time, but then everything went black again.

  ***

  “How many more times do I have to sit here and watch them drug him into oblivion, Tris?” Kory asked, trying to remain calm, but failing miserably.

  “As many times as it takes, right?” Tristan’s voice was distant and cold.

  “I’m not going anywhere Tris, if that is what you think. I just don’t think knocking him out every time he remembers something is the right thing. Do you? You’re a fucking learned doctor. What is your opinion of all this?” Kory stared at him, still holding Jon’s limp hand in his.

  “Jesus Kory, don’t give me that look.”

  “What look?” Kory glared.

  “That hound dog expression that probably has my little brother wrapped around your finger, but it won’t work on me.” Tris glared right back at him.

  Tristan sighed and ran his hands through his hair. “Okay, this is what we’re gonna do. First, you are going to go home, shower, shave and then get your ass back up here.” Kory opened his mouth to protest, but Tristan shook his head. “Do not even try to argue with me. You stink. Go wash your nasty ass. And what is that thing on your face? It looks like a ferret’s ass has taken up residence on your chin.”

  Kory cracked up, he was laughing so hard he fell back into his chair. “Oh shit, that sounds like something Rafe would say.”

  “Well, he did learn from the master,” Tris retorted.

  Kory relented, grabbing his bag and giving Jon one last kiss before heading toward the door. “Hang on a sec.” Tris called to him. “Before you leave, I need to shove something in your mouth.”

  Kory stopped and turned, head cocked to one side, eyeing Tristan. “Get your mind out of the gutter you slut. It’s a swab for ancestry.com. After you told me about what happened with your mom and your sister, I started thinking, what if Kassandra is out there looking for you too? This swab will be entered into the website data base and it will notify you of any DNA matches.”

  Kory snorted. “Seriously? It�
��s that easy?”

  “Maybe, now open wide and say ahhhhh.” Tristan chuckled.

  Kory found a note from Dusty on the kitchen counter when he arrived home.

  Gone out to the house with Jordan and Cassie to see Gabe, be back tomorrow. Call me if you need to. D

  Kory let out a sigh of relief. He was actually glad to be alone, not in the mood to answer the questions he knew Dusty would have about what happened. He threw a sandwich together and devoured it as he walked to the bathroom, leaving a trail of clothes as he went. After showering and shaving, it was a mad dash to get dressed. Kory sat on the foot of his bed and tugged on his shoes, lying back and staring up at the ceiling for a few minutes.

  He was so exhausted his limbs ached. After almost a week spent sleeping in a stiff chair at the hospital, Kory’s bed felt amazing underneath him, and he took a few minutes to appreciate it before he had to go back to that uncomfortable chair. His phone beeped in his pocket and he leaned to one side, pulling it out. A test message from Tristan. He came around for a few minutes, but wasn’t very coherent. He is sleeping again now, so you have a little while to rest too if you want.

  Kory smiled and stretched out on his bed. He and Tristan had become fast friends over the past few days spent in close quarters with both of them rallying for the man they loved, for different reasons. Hell, Tristan actually knew more about Kory now than Jon did. They had talked about everything. Kory’s mom’s death and Kas being taken away from him. His ill-fated relationships with both Paul and Lance, and how Lance had accidentally drugged Mattie. Kory hadn’t shared all the details of his past relationships with Jon as of yet, not that he was hiding them, it just hadn’t come up in conversation.

  Kory jolted awake when his phone buzzed in his pocket. He sat up in bed and dug his phone out, another message from Tristan. Where are you? He’s awake and asking for you.

  Kory frowned at his phone before glancing at the clock on his bedside table. 7PM. “Fuck!” he yelled into the empty apartment. He’d fallen asleep and slept for two hours. He shot Tristan a quick text that he was on his way before grabbing his bag and keys and rushing out the door.

  Tristan was waiting for him at the bank of elevators on the first floor when Kory arrived. He hadn’t even thought ahead in his rush to get back to Jon. Kory couldn’t enter the hospital after hours because he wasn’t considered immediate family. Thank fuck Tris had thought ahead and came down to meet him.

  “You get some sleep?” Tris asked.

  “Yeah, unintentionally, I passed out when I sat down on my bed to put my shoes on.” Kory laughed.

  “Well, I think it worked out for the best. He has been awake for a while now and managed to stay calm for the most part.” Tris said as the doors opened.

  Kory followed him out, heading toward Jon’s room. “Wait, what do you mean, for the most part?”

  Tris didn’t answer him, just kept walking, and then he turned left at the end of the hall instead of right. “Wait, Tris, Jon’s room is this way.”

  “Nope, they moved him to a private room down the hall.” Tris stopped and waited for Kory to catch up to him.

  “Really?” Kory asked; uncertainty evident in his tone.

  Tristan stopped in front of a door, smiling at Kory before pushing it open. He held the door open and Kory cautiously walked into the semi-dark room. He whimpered at the sight of Jon actually sitting up in the bed, head turned toward the door, smiling at him. Kory quickly made his way to the side of the bed and grabbed Jon, hugging his body close. A strangled cry caused Kory to release Jon and take a step back from the bed.

  “No, please.” Jon whispered, reaching for Kory with a shaky hand, bandaged and attached to an IV.

  “Easy now, he’s still sore and groggy, but I don’t think there will be anymore blackouts, as long as he doesn’t get overly excited.” Tris said as he rounded Jon’s bed.

  “Oh god Jon, I’m sorry, did I hurt you?” Kory asked, slowly moving back toward the bed.

  Jon smiled up, obviously still in a somewhat drug induced haze. “S’okay.” He gently patted the bed next to him. Kory took the hint and sat down beside Jon.

  “Did you mean it?” Jon’s voice was so low and scratchy. It sounded more like the voice of a fifty year old man that had a pack a day habit, instead of Jon’s usual heavily accented tone that Kory had come to love almost as much as the man himself.

  Kory cocked his head to one side, confusion obvious in his stare. “Did you mean it, when you said you loved me Kory?” Jon growled out the words.

  “Yeah, I did.” It was but a whisper.

  When Jon reached for him, arms shaking, Kory melted into him. Burying his head in Jon’s chest and crying, wrapping his arms around Jon and holding on for dear life. “You scared the shit out of me Jon. When I saw you on that stretcher, all that blood.” Kory broke off on a sob.

  “It’s okay Kory. It’s okay to cry and it’s okay to be scared, it just means you are human.” Jon held onto him as best as he could before he collapsed back onto the bed, winded. “And for the record, I love you too. I’ve wanted to tell you about a dozen times, but I was afraid you would think it was too soon, that you would back off.”

  Kory snorted out a laugh. “Aren’t we a pair?”

  They sat and just held each other for a long while. Tristan excused himself and went for coffee, giving them a few minutes alone. Kory relayed everything that happened on his end up until he climbed into the ambulance with Jon.

  “Was Tony there? That is his name, right? The EMT that is going out with Colton.” Jon asked and Kory just nodded.

  “Yeah, he kept me sane I tell you. If it weren’t for him keeping me calm and coming to tell me what was happening with you, I might have lost it. Oh but your dad…” Kory proceeded to tell Jon about the Doctor and his father and what had happened with all that, both of them laughing by the end.

  Jon held his side that was bandaged and winced. Kory tried to climb off the bed, but Jon held him in place. “No, please stay. I’m just sore. I guess a table fell on me at some point, and I have a couple bruised ribs. Nothing that won’t heal Kory.” He stared at Kory, that stare that meant business, silently conveying… Do not argue with me! It made Kory chuckle.

  “How is Gabe holding up?” Jon whispered into Kory’s hair, his lover having curled up next to him on the bed.

  “Not good.” Was all Kory would say. Jon pushed for more, but Kory told him not to worry about anything or anyone but himself for now. They could figure everything else out later. “Right now, what I need is for you to get better. So you can go home.”

  “Move in with me Kory.” Jon said it more as a command, not a statement or even a question.

  Kory sat up and turned slightly, staring down at Jon wide eyed. “I’m serious Kory. I’ve had a lot of time to think about us and your life and my life, our life together, our future, while I was zoning in and out of consciousness. I think you had me at hello that day you opened the door at Vic’s house, and I’ve slowly fallen more in love with you every goddamn day since. You drive me crazy, you make me want to kill you at times, but I can’t imagine my life without you in it. I love you Kory White, and I want you with me every fucking day…”

  Kory cut him off with a deep, lingering kiss that curled Jon’s sore toes. When he pulled back, staring down at Jon, he had to smile at the fresh tears he saw pooling in Kory’s eyes. “I’ll move in with you, on one condition.” Kory said.

  “Anything.” Jon’s response was immediate.

  “Don’t fucking get shot again!” Kory said sternly, though he was smiling when he said it.

  ~ Chapter 12 | Life Goes On ~

  The small church in Harlem was packed the day of Gio’s funeral. Gabe sat in the front pew with his deceased lover’s family along with William, while the rest of his nuclear family lined up against the wall. Gabe and William had always been close, and they had only grown closer once Gabe started dating Gio since he and William worked together at the club. But none of the ot
her models took a seat that someone closer to Gio could sit in, so they all stood throughout the service. The minister talked about giving Gio his first communion, baptizing him when he was thirteen and being a shoulder for a young fourteen year old Gio to lean on when he was just coming to terms with realizing he was gay.

  Kory stood there in that church listening to the people that loved Gio share stories and cry over the loss of him, feeling like the biggest bastard on the planet. All he could do was thank God over and over that it wasn’t his lover lying in the casket at the front of the room.

  When they arrived at the cemetery for the burial, Kory was worried when he saw that Shay and a couple other officers were already there, dressed in their full uniforms. He exhaled the breath he didn’t even realize he was holding when Shay saluted Gio’s parents then escorted them to their seats in the front.