“When I woke up, everything was on fire and falling apart, and they were banging on the door. Couldn’t get out of the room because of the debris that had fallen, so I had to move it all out of the way before I could get through the door. By that point, the room was filled with smoke, and your mom and dad were having a hard time breathing. Samuel helped me get them on my shoulders, and we made our way out.”
They were seconds away from dying. All of them. Anders wipes the tears from his eyes.
“Scooch over,” he says, lowering the side of the bed.
“What?” I ask, confused.
“Scooch over. I need a hug.”
I move to the other side of the bed, giving him a little room. “You do know that I’m recovering from a gunshot wound and a collapsed lung, right?”
“Weren’t we just discussing your miraculous recovery?” he says, smiling with puffy, squinty eyes and a sniffle.
“Yeah, but there are…side effects to this medicine you gave me.”
“Really? What side effects?”
“A persistent state of arousal, for one,” I say, pointing to the tent under my hospital gown.
He rolls his eyes as he tucks into my noninjured side. “You haven’t had a boner for over four hours, have you?”
“No. But you know what the real problem is, right?”
“Nope.”
I kiss his temple, putting my arm around him, fully intent on ruining his day. “Didn’t you give this to your mom? I’m just saying…she’s probably on the prowl for your dad at this very moment. Pushing aside his little hospital gown, trying to get her freak on.”
His eyes fly open. “Oh god! Oh god, don’t… No. Absolutely not. We are not having this conversation.”
“What conversation? You don’t want to talk about the fact that it is clear to anybody who has eyes in their head that your mom and dad are freaks in the bedroom? And you just pumped up your mom with sex juice?”
He puts his fingers in his ears. “La la la la la la la la.”
I tighten my grip on him, smiling into his hair. “Oh, come now, that quiet, taciturn demeanor of your father, and your mother who is bubbly and all over the place? You think she’s not putting a strap to him at least once a month?Please.”
“Oh dear god make it stop! Make it stop!”
I hold up my index finger and set about poking him with it. “Poke. Poke. Poke. Are you saying, Dr. Anders Bash, sexy motherfucker that you are, that you can dish it out, but you can’t take it?” I emphasize this with more pokes to his ticklish ribs.
“I would never, ever bring your parents into a discussion like this. That crosses the line.”
“Bullshit. If I had parents like yours, you would be all over it. You would be relentless. You would send me porn with actors who looked like my parents just to fuck with me.”
He pouts and is gorgeous. “You’re mean when I save your life.”
I sit up in bed, perfectly pain-free and feeling better than I have in months, and pull him to me, his little iPad clattering to the floor.
“Kiss me.”
He lets out a frustrated grunt, a familiar sound I’m usually on the other side of. Still, he leans in for a kiss, and the feel of his beard against mine hardens my cock as our kiss deepens.
I sneak my hand around his back, getting a rather nice handful of ass, hoping to convince him to fuck me on this hospital bed.
“Ha! I knew it.”
Oops.
I pull away from the kiss and look over his shoulder. Parker is at the door with Hedy right behind her. Anders gets up, adorably flushed and manhandled.
