Learning to Love (5/?)
By Carol M.
Here's the next part. Enjoy!
"What the hell is all that?" asked Ted hours later as he, Emmett and Michael walked down the brightly lit hallway of the hospital that led to Brian's room. His gaze was focused on the three suitcases that Michael was struggling to lug down the hall.
"Brian's stuff," answered Michael.
"Ah, sweetie, this isn't exactly the Ritz. I don't think he's going to be needing any suits or ah…dildos," said Emmett as he peaked into one of the bags to examine the contents.
"With Brian you can never be too careful," said Michael defensively as they turned the corner into Brian's room. The sight that greeted them made Michael drop all of the suitcases to the floor.
Brian was getting blown under the covers of his hospital bed by a buff male nurse. "Hey guys," he said calmly as he reached an arm down to move the head of his stud. "A little to the left."
Ted sighed and put his hands in his pockets. "Well I see even a near death experience can't stop the wicked ways of Brian Kinney."
"I'll say," said Emmett as he watched in fascination the head that was bobbing up and down over Brian's groin.
Brian moaned out loud and leaned back against his pillow. "I'll be with you boys in a minute." His breath started coming hard and fast as the head over his cock started to move faster.
"Oh Jesus," said Michael as he turned his head away.
Ted and Emmett continued to stare in morbid curiosity as Brian shuddered and then let out a ragged groan of satisfaction. The nurse slowly peeked his head out from under the blanket a few seconds later and smiled at Brian. "Anything else I can get you?" he asked, wiping his mouth. "A sponge bath perhaps?"
"No, but you can come back around nine and continue with my treatments," said Brian in an exhausted tone, his breathing still not back to normal.
The nurse winked and then quickly stepped out of the room, shading his face away from Ted, Emmett and Michael with his hand.
"It's good to know you're receiving the best in medical cared," said Ted.
"Oh please, that's nothing. I've got two med students fighting over who gets to clean my bedpan," said Brian as he shifted in his bed, letting out a small moan of pain.
"Even bruised and battered, Brian Kinney still gets his man," said Emmett as he approached the bed. "And I never thought I'd say this, but I'm glad you're alive…and tricking."
"I'm healthy as a horse," said Brian. "And hung like one too."
Michael rolled his eyes and sat down on the bed next to Brian. He motioned towards the suitcases. "I didn't know what to bring so…" he said, trailing off.
"He brought everything," finished Ted.
"He means everything," said Emmett.
"Thanks Mikey," said Brian with a smile. "Can you get me my black leather jacket?"
"What are you trying to pull off the Fonzie look over your hospital gown?" said Michael sarcastically.
Brian made an irritated face. "Just get me the fucking jacket."
"All right, all right, I can see getting the shit knocked out of you didn't do anything to change your winning personality," said Michael as he began rooting through the suitcases.
"Why mess with perfection?" said Brian.
"Honey that's what I've been saying for years," said Emmett as he ran his hands down his body, smiling nonchalantly when he realized Ted was checking him out.
"You didn't," said Brian as he observed the exchange between the two.
"Didn't what?" asked Ted innocently.
"You did," said Brian. "You two fucked."
"Excuse me, but are you accusing moi of fucking my dearest friend, Teddy," said Emmett.
Michael stood up and gave Emmett and Ted an amused smile. "Are you two like a couple now?"
"Yeah, a couple of queens," said Brian.
"My sex life is nobody's business but my own," said Ted.
Brian snorted. "What sex life?"
Ted nodded. "Very funny." He paused for a moment and stared at Brian, a big smile spreading across his face. "Boy am I glad to have you back," he said as he leaned forward and gave Brian a quick hug.
"What the fuck are you doing? People might see you," said Brian with concern.
"Well in that case," said Emmett as he leaned down and gave Brian a kiss on the cheek. "How often do I get the chance to engage in PDA's with Brian Kinney."
"Hopefully never again," said Brian sarcastically.
"One more," said Michael as he sat back down on Brian's bed and placed a tender kiss to Brian's lips. When he was finished, he swung the leather jacket he had found over Brian's lap. "Here."
Brian began digging through the pockets until his fingers located the objects he was looking for. He pulled out a thin joint and a gold metal lighter. He wasted no time in lighting up and taking a hit of the potent grass.
"Christ Brian, you can't smoke that in here," said Michael.
"It's medicinal," said Brian as he let out a puff of smoke right in Michael's face. "You want?" he asked, holding out the joint to Michael and the others. The three friends declined. "More for me," he said as he took another drag. He noticed Michael's disapproving look and rolled his eyes. "The pain killers they've got me on aren't doing shit."
"So you've decided to go the natural route?" asked Michael.
"Homegrown from the earth," said Brian as he took another hit. He gazed up at the others curiously. "So what's the word on my little accident? Am I gonna be the newest butt hole boy at the state pen?"
"Actually," said Michael as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a piece of paper, showing it to Brian.
Brian looked at the paper and realized a phone number was written across it. "Mikey, you got lucky in the ambulance," he said in a proud tone.
Michael rolled his eyes. "It's not for me, asshole, it's for you. This is the number of the guy you hit. When he found out that he'd been in a car accident with the legendary Brian Kinney, he blew off the cops and told them it was all one big accident, nobody's fault."
Brian raised an eyebrow. "And what does this good Samaritan want in return for such a selfless act?"
"Oh, wait." Michael pulled another piece of paper out of his pocket and cleared his throat before he began to read it out loud. "In exchange for taking care of the cops, I want to be on the receiving end of some of that fabulous Brian Kinney loving." Michael held the paper in the air so Brian could see it. "That's a direct quote."
"Well, I guess being suddenly single does have its advantages," quipped Emmett. "You're free to fuck whoever you want, whenever you want."
"Emmett," whispered Michael sharply.
Brian smirked. "And now boys and girls, we've come to the part of the program where the friends awkwardly try to avoid upsetting the ailing old fuck in the hospital bed." He took a sharp hit of the pot and blew it out in little rings.
"Brian," said Michael.
"Save it," said Brian as he extinguished the joint in an empty bed pan. He reached his hand up to his neck and began messing with the collar that was still firmly attached there to aid with the whiplash. "And help me get this fucking thing off."
"I don't think that's such a good idea," said Michael.
Ted nodded in agreement. "You might cause yourself permanent injury and then you're title as the biggest stud this side of the Mississippi will be threatened."
"Thank you, Dr. Ruth," said Brian sarcastically as he started to pull the collar off his neck, despite the wave of pain that rocked his body. He inhaled sharply at the sudden agony.
Michael quickly set his hand over Brian's to stop him from further removing the collar. "I think maybe you should wait for a doctor's okay."
"Yeah," agreed Emmett. "What if you…I don't know…loosen something?"
"Or your dick falls off?" asked Ted.
Brian gave Ted a strange glance. "Don't worry about my dick Theodore Schmidt, it'll be just fine. And besides that, it's my body, not theirs," he said as he continued to fuss with the collar.
Michael promptly squeezed harder on Brian's weakened hand, effectively stopping the movement. "Yeah and if you keep this up, your body's gonna shut down in a week. Look, just lie back, relax and let the doctors take care of things, okay?"
Brian sighed in annoyance.
"Please?" said Michael, flashing a pair of worried puppy dog eyes in Brian's direction.
"Fine, if it means that much to you," said Brian in irritation.
"Wow, a selfless sacrifice," said Ted. "Maybe that accident did do you some good."
"Haha," said Brian dryly. "Now get the fuck out of here so I can rest up for my next treatment."
"Now that's the Brian we all know and love," said Ted as he stepped to the door. "See ya later, Bri."
"Feel better, honey," said Emmett as he followed Ted out the door.
Michael leaned down and gave Brian a quick peck on the lips. "I'll call you tonight and be back tomorrow morning."
"Kay," whispered Brian.
Michael smiled and headed towards the door.
"Mikey," called Brian.
Michael turned around curiously. "Yeah."
Brian looked up at the ceiling, his hands fidgeting with his covers. "Sorry I hit you."
Michael brought his hand up to his jaw. "That's okay. You're not exactly Hulk Hogan when you're drunk."
Brian looked at Michael and chuckled. "I hit better than you, asshole," he said in a teasing tone.
Michael laughed. "I don't know about that. I once clobbered this guy who had to be at least six feet tall and weighed 220. I was at this comic convention and he was trying to butt in line to get Linda Carter's autograph."
"I guess you showed him who was boss, huh," said Brian. "Did his friends try to beat you up afterwards?"
"Actually, all of his friends were in wheelchairs. The guy had to have been in his eighties," replied Michael.
Brian snorted and waved his hand towards the door. "Go home. Have a mind blowing fuck fest with your professor."
"Is that an order?" asked Michael.
"Damn straight," said Brian as he shifted in his bed.
Michael smiled and headed towards the door. "All right, I'm going. Oh, by the way, be on the look out for the tackiest bouquet of flowers you've ever seen."
"From your mother, I presume?" said Brian.
"Fuck you, asshole," said Michael in a half serious, half kidding tone.
"Bye Mikey," said Brian smartly as he watched Michael walk out of the room. When he was sure his friend was out of earshot, he sunk back into the pillows in misery, letting out a gasp and then a full-bodied moan of pain. He sighed deeply in frustration, wincing at the pain the movement brought to his ribs. A few tears trickled down from his eyes, which he quickly wiped away with his hand. Then he grasped his covers and pulled them snugly over his body, letting himself fall into a sleep so deep that even his nine o'clock trick couldn't bring him out of it.
TBC