Here I am, getting ready ready for my ten o'clock meeting, like some dumb robot. I was sleeping peacefully, a great escape from my broken foot, when Adam had to wake me up. Oh, sure, he was nice enough, but why did I have to get up at six? Wasn't the meeting in the fucking hospital? When I asked him why, all he said was: 'Because I said so." What kind of bullshit is that?

I was so looking forward to some sleep-in days here.

*** Flashback ***

Adam face was hovering inches from mine, his bated breath hot against my skin. I gasped as he rammed into me, much harder than before, the waves of pleasure lapping across my body. I buried my face into his neck, taking in his heavy scent, and tangled my hands in his hair. He nipped my neck playfully,and I groaned, the pain adding to my already throbbing arousal. I gripped his hair more fiercely and a sharp hiss filled the air. Then he slathered his tongue on the part of my neck he had bitten before, trailing each mark with hard kisses.

In the heat of the moment, I pushed him forward, and pinned him to the mattress, riding him as hard as I could. I kept his arms above his head and began to bite and lick his chest, mimicking what he had done to me- all while grinding out each moan and mono-syllable word he could possibly think of. I maintained the rhythm, my breath hitching when his member hit my sweet spot.

"Do you want me to stop?" I whispered mischievously into his ear.

"F-fuck no…," he groaned.

"Come on now, say it louder." I stopped my actions and looked him in the eye.

"I don't want you to stop!" He practically growled as he thrust himself upwards.

"Alright." I panted. "Since you've asked me so nicely." I continued my actions.

Adams body, sleek with sweat, soon began to twitch and his breath quickened, and I knew that we were both coming to our climax. He began to move more quickly, his gyrations accompanied by moans increasing in volume. I lost my grip on his body, and fell forward onto his firm chest, my orgasm coming full force. I felt him bucking under me, prolonging my orgasm. Adam soon followed, crying out my name as he did so.

"TROY!!!"

***

"TROY!!!"

I jumped up, expecting to answer another question pertaining to the curriculum in the class when I realized I was far from Kansas.

"Oh my god! What the fuck!?" I gasped, my heart going a hundred miles an hour. "I almost had a fucking heart attack! What the fuck is it!?"

"We've been trying to wake you up for the past five minutes. The nurse came in here to try and wake you, but she came back quickly, saying you weren't in a state to woken up in. At least by her.." Adam trailed off, gesturing toward my lower body.

I looked down, and realized that I was standing at 'full attention.' Further movement revealed that I also had made a mess that needed to be cleaned up.

"That's quite a tent you've pitched. Go camping much?" Vincent asked, snorting with laughter.

I gestured at him with a well chosen finger when Adam spoke up.

"Alright that's enough." Adam chided. "Now Troy, get ready for the meeting this morning. I expect you to be ready in an hour."

"Do I have to go? I didn't think it was humanly possible to get up this early…" I groaned.

"Because I said so." Was all he said.

"How do you think some businesses open so early?" Vincent teased.

"I don't know… they stay up all night before hey go to work. Shit, I need some coffee."

"Once your ready, you can get some coffee from the kitchens. Now get up." Adam instructed.

"Hey Adam." I called out. "You think you can tack on another ten minutes to that plan?" I asked as I gestured to my current state of arousal

Adam just shook his head and walked out, leaving me and Vincent in the room. Another thought struck me.

"Hey Vincent." I asked, "Where are the showers?"

"Oh no." He began. "You're not doing that in the shower. What if someone catches you?"

"So? Let them watch if they want to, if not, then walk away bitches." I waved a hand. "Besides, do you really want to watch me?" I asked, shifting my eyebrows suggestively.

"Good point." He agreed, "Okay, the showers are in the hall, the last door on the right. Before you do, though, remember to get those plastic protector things from the nurses. You can't get that thing wet. Now if you don't mind, I'm going to go back to sleep." He pulled his blanket back up over him and laid back down.

'Bitch,' I thought bitterly as I headed down the hallway, 'wish I could sleep in.'

I made it through the hallway with some difficulties, seeing as I had a cast on my foot, but found the showers right where Vincent had said they were. I took my weird plastic bag thing and put it on. My foot felt like it was wrapped in saran wrap.

Getting into the shower was the best feeling in the world, I put the water on as hot as I could take it and just let the steaming water cascade down my body. I began to rub down my body and my hands lingered a bit on my… man parts. Slowly, I grasped it, and began to stroke, remembering the wonderful dream I had. After a few minutes I was climaxing full force, and almost fell over in the process. A clearing of the throat alerted me that I was no longer alone.

"Well, that was quite show now wasn't it?" The teen sneered as he looked at me.

Not really feeling like putting a show, I was glad that the room had individual stalls- even if they only reached up to your midsection.

"Who the fuck are you?" I growled.

"I'm your fellow inmate." He replied loftily. "And I do believe that what you did violated one of the biggest rules of the shower room. I believe I may have to report you."

This guy's eyes were glinting with malice, and I had a feeling that he would bring nothing but trouble. Best to try to make amends.

"Hey man, sorry about that. I just thought that since no one was up yet-"

"-That you could do whatever you wanted?" He finished.

"What?" I asked. "No, it's not like that. Come on, you know... When the morning comes, sometimes you have to deal with some preliminary issues." I tried my best to be friendly, despite the fact that he was obviously a douche. Adam has been nothing but great to me, and didn't deserve to get shit because of me.

"No, I wouldn't know." He spat. "Some of us aren't flesh-crazed sex hounds. You people come in here like your better than the rest of us, when usually you're the most messed up of all. I swear, if you people would just stop and think once in a while!" He practically yelled the last part.

"Woah," I wrapped a towel around myself, "calm down. I'm new here, hell, this is my first time seeing any part of the hospital since I got here. I had to get my foot fixed up." I gestured towards my broke-ass toe.

"So your the dumb ass who broke the door down. It's no wonder your such a sex addict, you're also a coke addict." The blonde teen retorted.

"What? Where did you hear that?" I stepped towards him, still dripping wet. "Listen man, I'm sorry about the whole jacking off thing and all that shit, but you don't have to be suck a dick." I pressed a finger into his chest.

"I'm merely following the rules here. Your the one so intent on making sure everyone knows that you're a bad ass." He pushed me back and walked out.

Unfortunately for me, when he pushed me, he also threw off my balance and I feel backwards- onto my foot. I cried out, feeling the stabbing pains radiating out of my foot and into my leg. I yelled a few obscenities and tried my best not to split my knuckles again by punching the ground. Once I had finally calmed down, Adam came into the shower.

"Troy! Are you alright? I heard you scream, but I was tangled up in another patient. What happened? Did you slip? You should have had waited until tomorrow to shower- I forgot to mention that. At least you covered your cast." He said all of this very fast.

"I didn't fall, I was pushed back by one of the other patients. He got pissed off at me for jacking off in here and went all 'high and mighty' on me." I mumbled, trying really hard to keep my cool.

I also did my best to cover myself up. The fall loosened my towel and now I was pretty much on full display to the doctor.

"You did that in here? Oh man, you have to do that stuff in the bathroom or something. You're not supposed to be doing it at all, but obviously with a hospital full of teenagers, we make a few exceptions." He bent down and scooped me up.

"Woah, what are you doing?" I panicked.

"Well, I'm taking you to your room. I don't want you falling again." He lifted me effortlessly and whisked off.

"Isn't there a nurse for that?" Seriously, wasn't there?

"Yeah, but I figured you didn't want some lady nurse picking you up and carrying you around." He replied as if it wee the most obvious thing in the world.

"Well, yeah, but I just thought these were things that were not very professional. Besides, I thought you doctors went to school for so many years so you didn't have to do the dirty work."

"Well, technically, I'm not yet a doctor. We're going to this meeting so they can see how I interact with patients. These are my years as resident, and I have to kind of confirm everything I do with my mentor. I'm not supposed to say this at all, but it feels weird when you call me doctor, like I'm lying or something." He turned away, looking very interested in the tiles.

"Hey, it's okay. I don't care if you aren't a full fledged doctor yet, your still fucking awesome. Besides, I knew you were too young to be be for real. I was just kind of hoping this was one of my fantasies being fulfilled."

"And what fantasy is that?" He asked.

"I believe that is none of your business." I said, with a mischievous smile on my face.

Being carried was a strange feeling. His strong arms wrapped around me and I felt safe. He even walked carefully so that I would be jostled around. I remembered when Jack would carry me to the bedroom, for a quickie before mom would get home from the late shift, and he would throw me over his shoulder like a piece of baggage. At first I thought he was being playful, but when it became an every time thing, I felt like I was being used. This was different, this was… nice. I laid my head in the crook of his neck and let myself believe that we were really together, if only for a moment.

When we reached my room, Adam set me down and told me he would wait here for when I was ready. I stared at him, still lost in my fantasies. I looked at his lips, they looked so soft and inviting. I mustered up some courage and gave a quick peck on the lips- nothing sexual. Then I closed the door in front of him so I could get dressed. The last thing I saw was his flushed face pressing his fingers to his lips.

*** End Flashback ***

The meeting went by pretty much uneventfully. I sat there next to Adam and was being questioned on his behavior and how professional he was. I answered them all, but I think I may have gotten myself into a bit of trouble. When one of the many bearded doctors asked me if 'Mr. Baker' had overstepped any boundaries, I replied saying that we have had casual sex, but that was more relaxing than overstepping boundaries. That statement alone was enough to warrant some serious stares and hushed whisperings between themselves. I told them it was a joke, but they kept staring. Adam just looked at me with a lost look on his face, clearly having no idea what to do. That look alone made me feel like shit.

"Is this true Mr. Baker?" On of the old men asked.

"No! Not at all, he's just a patient who lets his mouth get ahead of him." He explained. "He's here because of the unstable relationship he had with his parents." Adam flashed me an apologetic look.

"I see, well, does Troy do this often?" Another man asked. "The lewd remarks, I mean."

"Umm, yeah, I do." I piped up, figuring it was my fault to begin with. "I like to get a rise out of people."

It was weird saying that out loud, mostly because I was just starting to realize why I did it. With nothing to do but lay in bed all day I starting thinking about why I was here.

A year ago I was nothing like I am now. I was a 'good boy' who liked to please everyone. I had friends from everywhere, which even included people like Gabriella. Then something happened, I can't remember what… but everything started to change. I became aggressive and abrasive towards my friends and drove most of them away. The only one who stuck by me was my best friend Chad, who did his best to keep me in line.

"Troy?"

I snapped out of my thoughts to look at who addressed me. It was Adam, and he had a concerned look on his face.

"Are you alright? You zoned out for, like, five minutes. The meeting is over. Over all, I think we did okay." He smiled.

"I-I'm fine. I was just remembering some stuff…" I mumbled, not feeling at all like my usual self.

"Seriously, though, are you okay? You went from all confidant to reclusive and silent." Adam placed a hand on my shoulder, looking me square in the eye.

I couldn't bring myself to return his gaze.

"Yeah, I'm okay. Just some withdrawing aches and such." I quickly lied.

"Okay, well try to tough it out. Your going to be given the grand tour later."

I nodded as we continued our walk back to my room.

"Adam?" I asked.

"Yeah Troy?"

"Why did you want to become a doctor? You don't seem the type who's in it for the money." I explained to his confused face.

We stopped walking.

"I suppose it started with my girlfriend, you know, the one who cheated on me? Well that all took place in my senior year in high school. I was so broken up about it I almost gave up on everything." He looked at me with complete honesty. "You and me are a lot more alike than you think."

Adam pulled up his sleeve and I saw something I never thought I would see. He had several scars running along his forearm, many of them looking very deep. I bit my lip and looked at them, running my fingers across them. I felt a lump in my throat as I thought about Adam hurting himself- someone who I thought was so strong. I turned away to blink away the tears.

"I almost died. After all of that I realized that she wasn't worth any of it and I wanted to help people who were or had gone through some painful moments. That's when I decided I wanted to work here." He finished, gesturing to the large building.

"Wow." Was all I could muster.

"I have an appointment later this week to have the scars removed, so I won't be here Thursday." He said, sounding like he needed to apologize.

"How can they do that? I thought that's why they called them scars."

"WIth lasers, just like everything else. It's supposed to hurt though." He trailed off. "By the way, did you want to have your scars removed, once they heal of course…"

"No," I frowned, really thinking about it. " They are a part of me… part of who I am. When I get better, I want to remember that I got through this."

"I understand what you're saying," Adam started, "and I feel that way too, but since I'm going to be working here, and not being treated here, I need to do this for my job's sake."

We resumed our walk to the wing of the building I resided in in complete silence. It seemed that moment was a little too much. All the while I kept asking myself why he told me all of that. He could have said he wanted to help people, and I would have believed him. Why did he want to make it so personal? I felt as if he were trying to make some sort of connection with me, whether he was aware of it or not. Sure, I liked him, but I always felt he was unattainable. This confession of his made it all too clear he wants more than a doctor patient relationship.

Finally we made it to my room. Vincent was still dead to the world. We stood in the doorway looking at each other, still saying nothing, so I spoke first.

"So, that was quite a meeting wasn't it?" I asked, trying to break the ice.

"Yeah, really riveting stuff, those meetings. I could tell you were nothing but ears at the end of it." He teased.

"So when is my so-called grand tour?" I asked.

"I'd say in about two hours. Then after the tour you can have breakfast with the other patients."

"Okay, well then I'm gonna take a nap until then." I said as I plopped myself onto the bed.

"Well, I have to look at your charts again, so I'll be in here for a bit." Adam stood next to the bed.

"Alright, wake me in two hours." I yawned and closed my eyes.

"M'kay."

I laid there for ten minutes listening to the scratch of his pen and the rhythmic sound of his breathing. By then I had lulled halfway to sleep. I heard Adam softly call my name, but I figured it was the beginning of another dream of Adam. A few seconds later I felt his presence over me, his warm breath across my neck. They were soon accompanied by his warm lips, and a gentle kiss onto my own.

"Sweet dreams Troy." He whispered.

I thought it was the beginning to a very good dream to come.