Not His Kiss to Take (6 page)

“
Yes, I am. And because I am, I can give you an injection for the pain. I have other stuff in pill form, but a shot is instant relief. You’ll feel better in seconds. I can only give you a small dose, though, because I am a little worried about the concussion. You want the shot?”

Pain or no pain?
Gee, junkie doc, what a choice.
“Yeah.”

“
Good choice,” the doctor agreed and patted him on the knee. “I’ll be back in a sec.”

Maybe he dozed, maybe not, but the doc did return in what seemed like seconds. In more of those quick and precise movements, he had his arm swabbed with smelly shit and the needle in and out again before his mind registered the prick of it. Tick, tick. Jamie waited for the high, but it never came. The throb eased. The aches faded. Peace descended.

“
One last thing, Jamie, before we’re done.”

Great.
The orderly voice again.
What now?
Jamie moved, winced, and then quit moving. It was either going to hurt or be humiliating, this one last thing. He just knew it. “What?”

Evan held up a small syringe, but a needless one, thin and plastic. “This contains an antibiotic lubricant.”

Jamie eyed it warily with his least-swollen eye.
Antibiotic lubricant? Lube. Lube! Oh shit.
“No. Way.”

“
Would you like me to describe for you, in detail, what an anal fissure is?”

Sounds gross. And painful.

No.

“
Exactly,” Evan said, reading his mind. Certainly wasn’t reading his swollen face buried beneath the gel-packs. “It’s what can happen when anal tears become infected and aren’t properly treated.”

“
Will it…hurt?”

“
This?” He wagged the syringe.

Jamie nodded. Obviously anything called a
fissure
would.

“
Shouldn’t, and if it does, it’ll just be for a second. Just gonna stick the tip in a little ways and squirt it in. Then we’ll be all done for the night.”

Why couldn’t you have drugged me with something that made me so stoned I wouldn’t give a shit?
Giving in—he was desperate for relief from the rip-burn—he nodded. Dying might almost be preferable. But not quite. “I still say you’re some kind of pervert.”

Evan, who probably was doctor after all, chuckled. “Some kind, yeah.”

What…?

He didn’t get to ponder that odd reply because Evan was already easing him onto his side and gently tucking his legs up. Exposing him. Exposing his sore hole.
Kill me now.

“
It’s going to be cold. I keep it in the fridge, which is kind of good, actually, because it will help with any swelling.”

“
Just get it over with,” he sighed.
Fuck my life.
And here he thought it couldn’t get any worse.

The doctor snapped on a new glove, and Jamie cringed at that decisive sound. Evan’s rubber-coated fingers parted his ass cheeks.
You can take this—don’t be a baby.
Barely breathing, he waited for the invasion. Nothing happened.
Hurry up—what’s taking so long?
A fingertip briefly touched him on that stinging spot, smeared something cold onto his hole.
Lube again. Gross. What’s he doing anyway? Looking?

“
Deep breath in now.”

With no other choice, he breathed. And it hurt. The plastic thing scraped and dug, and then a squirt of icy misery shot up his ass. “Fuck!” he cried. Shocked by the sensation, his body jerked violently. Mostly it was from the stunning coldness and not the pain of insertion. The plastic scraped its way back out, and the coldness eased, replaced by a revolting, alien squishiness.

“
All done,” the doctor said.

The doc’s voice sounded strangely…husky.
What the fuck?
Jamie shuddered as the icky stuff warmed up and liquefied. Felt like some of it was leaking right back out. He squirmed, which made everything ache and throb all over again, and Evan helped turn him onto his back once more.

Feeling even more violated, Jamie glared at him. Evan’s face looked strangely flushed. His chest heaved, and his eyes were huge. Drugged up or not, banged to shit or not, Jamie recognized that look. Arousal. He lowered his puffy eyelids, gazed downward. The front of the good doctor’s pants bulged inappropriately along the zipper.
Oh fuck. He really is a pervert. And I’m trapped here with him. Not safe at all!

No.
Wait.

Gay. He’s gay. For fuck’s sake. No wonder he knows so much about assholes.
“You’re disgusting,” Jamie snarled.

“
Be quiet and rest.”

Back to business again, Evan removed the ice packs, the gel packs, and tucked in the blanket. Jamie’s dick still throbbed, but mildly—bearable now. Maybe. His ass oozed wetness. His lip and nose stung, and his head ached. If he’d eaten anything earlier, he’d have hurled and been happy for it.

Hell had nothing on this, and yet…it was still better than being back in Bremerton.

Evan pulled up the fancy chair from the corner, sat, stretched out his long legs, and gave him that sorrowful look again. What? Was he gonna watch him while he just lay there?

Which, strangely, was okay. Because with him sitting there, watching over him, Jamie knew he’d be safe. He could rest.

They couldn’t get him here.

I have someone to watch over me.

Chapter Four

Evan opened his eyes to find the kid staring at him. Jamie.
That’s his name—quit calling him “kid”.
Poor thing. Looked like leftover road kill. As he shrugged away the crick in his neck from sleeping slumped in the chair, he grabbed the thermometer, aimed it into Jamie’s ear, and checked the results. A little high. Not worrisome, though.

“
Nice to see you awake,” Evan said.
Christ, I sound like I’ve been gargling with rocks. Feels like it too.
But still no headache. Absolutely fucking amazing.
Going on six, no, seven days in a row.
A new record. “How are you feeling?”

“
Like shit,” Jamie muttered, lisping. A big, ugly, blackish scab had sealed up his split lip during the night.

Evan continued with his assessment. The only troublesome injury was Jamie’s abused penis. Kid really should see a specialist, but the swelling had markedly receded. During the night, Evan had iced his groin again, checked his level of consciousness roughly every hour, and done his assessments religiously. Nice to know he still had it. Those nurses who thought doctors couldn’t wipe their own asses could pucker up and kiss his. Evan could wait and see how things progressed before arranging for the specialist.

“
Dr. Harrison?”

Pausing in his examination of Jamie’s split lip, he raised his brows. “Evan. You can call me Evan. If you like.” He dabbed some of the antibiotic lube on the chapped lips. Better.

“
Evan. I think…” Jamie closed his blackened eyes and took a deep breath. “I think I gotta pee.”

“
Ah.” Evan sympathized. All things considered, he wouldn’t want to piss either, were he in Jamie’s place. “Can I make a suggestion?”

The kid turned his face away. “Your suggestions suck.”

“
But you feel better now, don’t you?”

“
No,” he groaned with feeling.

Obviously, Jamie had never been hospitalized before. Sweet how he still thought he could retain some modesty.
Even after I’ve had my finger up his ass.
“I could catheterize you. Then you wouldn’t even have to get up. And nothing would hurt that way.” The more he thought about it, the more he liked the idea. While he didn’t have access to a lab, he could still visually check Jamie’s urine for traces of blood. A catheter was a much better idea than trying to urinate into a bottle while your penis stung the whole time.

“
You mean—”

“
Yes.”

“
No. That’s so gross. No fucking way.”

After Evan grabbed a sterile package from his supply and showed him, they discussed it like rational adults. Well, Evan did. Jamie chose to be belligerent. When he couldn’t get out of bed on his own, which was the condition Evan laid out as the determining factor, Jamie had no choice but to agree. Reluctantly agree—and bitterly. Not wanting to provoke Jamie’s wrath any further, he seemed to have a bit of a temper, Evan kept his victory smile to himself.

“
Thanks for teaching me all those new swear words. I feel all caught up on the proper usage of modern slang now.”

“
Fuck you,” he bitched. “And how come you have all this stuff stashed here anyway?”

Because I’m a kinky bastard, kid.
“I have the drugs on hand for my migraines. Most of the other stuff is just from my first aid kit. But my kit’s a bit more advanced than the usual kind, because I really am a doctor.”

Jamie rolled his head back over and eyed him suspiciously, or Evan assumed suspiciously, judging by what showed beneath the swelling. “Who keeps a catheter in their first aid kit? That ain’t normal.”

“
Um, well…” Evan contemplated telling the truth. Why shouldn’t he be honest? Wasn’t like it was something to be ashamed of. “I keep the catheter supplies around just for fun.”

“
Fun?
” Jamie asked, incredulous.

“
Yeah,” Evan replied, smirking. “My last boyfriend liked me to play doctor with him.”

Closing his eyes, Jamie shook his head slowly, little more than a cautious roll across the pillow. “Forget I asked. I don’t wanna hear about any kinky homo perversions.”

The swelling made inserting the catheter a bit more of a challenge. Stupid nurses probably knew a trick or two for this situation, not that he could ask them. Or would even if he could. After puzzling over it, he figured it out himself. Jamie never noticed the minor delay. He was simply too embarrassed to care and busy squirming from his full bladder.

Happily, there was no sign of blood present in the collected urine, much to Evan’s relief.

The rest of the day passed much the same, frequent checks followed by frequent bitching, interrupted only by the pathetically late arrival of the police, who took pictures, a statement, and left without bothering with the usual lies and promises. They’d open their file, put the pictures in it, talk to Laurie and Louis, do a cursory investigation and then stick the file on a shelf somewhere. It wasn’t that they didn’t care, Evan knew. The odds were simply against them.

Jamie finally phoned someone, had a hushed conversation, unpleasant, judging by the expression on his broken face, and then crawled back into his awkward ball on the guestroom bed. Evan gave him some privacy, since he had plans to invade it again soon. The catheter should come out now. No need to risk infection. The swelling had really subsided, and Jamie’s testicles had begun shrinking to a more normal size. While he wasn’t a specialist, Evan didn’t think there’d be any permanent damage. Youth and vitality were on Jamie’s side.

Still, he planned to call an expert, Dr. Sharpe, his own urologist, and make that appointment. And that was one appointment he’d pay for himself, since Jamie’s injury wasn’t one to fool around with. He wanted a guarantee that Jamie would have plenty of fun fooling around with lots of girls in his future.

Retrieving the medicated lube from the fridge, Evan filled a fresh syringe. His cock perked up instantly, and he was not impressed.
Stay out this,
he told it. If he hadn’t been lusting after Jamie in the bar, hadn’t admired him long before the attack turned him into a patient, he probably wouldn’t find this arousing.
And if Jamie didn’t have such a firm, fuckable ass.