Adam slept through breakfast. For once the nurse's let him sleep. They knew by the shift reports and from Michelle what he'd gone through in the past forty-eight hours. A severe reaction to a snake bite, an operation on his hand, to the near death of his fiancé. Of course, they knew nothing about he stress Doctor Barrett had added with the file folder. When Adam finally woke up it was nearly noon. The smell of food had made his stomach growl loud enough to wake him. Adam laughed, but he felt rested. He was surprised at the time when he looked at his watch; eleven thirty-seven.
Adam looked up when he heard the door open. Nurse Michelle entered the room, looking very exhausted. "Doctor Copeland, you're awake. I told everyone to just leave you alone and let you sleep. Your lunch will be here soon, it's the chicken pot pie that never got made yesterday because of the storm. I ordered you a double helping, as you didn't eat last night or this morning," Michelle explained as she unhooked Adam's IV. She would give him time in the bathroom before hanging a new IV bag.
"Miss Michelle, you look exhausted, and I don't mean to sound rude. This is your third shift, isn't it? I'm worried about you. Thanks for letting me sleep and having extra lunch. Captain Hart? How is he and when is he being moved in here?" Adam asked as he slid out of his bed. He put on his robe and slippers with the nurse's help. He hoped he hadn't offended Michelle, but she did look exhausted.
"Thanks for worrying, Doctor. Yes, third shift. We're still on alert, Stage Three now, but you know how it is. You're welcome, about lunch. When you're done in the bathroom, just ring, I'll come hook up your IV. You're charted for four more bags, the you're done. I'll change your needle port, too. I believe Captain Hart is due to be released from recovery around three, and is doing very well. We'll have to move your bed over, but that's easy enough. Now, just call when you're done," Michelle said politely as she finished wrapping Adam's bandaged hand in a plastic bag to protect it from getting wet. She also removed the needle port from his forearm, to give his vein a rest while he took time in the bathroom.
"I can't wait to see Bret!" Adam couldn't contain himself any longer. He was so happy his fiancé was alive and well, he continued, "thanks for this. I want to shower and wash my hair, for... thanks," Adam said with a bit of a blush.
"Oh, I understand. Don't you need help to wash your hair? I don't mind helping you," Michelle said as Adam moved towards the bathroom. Seeing the Doctor so happy made her seem less tired.
"I can manage, thanks. I had to learn to wash my hair one-handed when I broke my wrist a few years ago. I'll ring when I'm done," Adam said as he vanished into the bathroom.
It was hard, but Adam managed to wash his body and his hair. He towel dried his long locks then combed out the tangles. Slowly he managed to shave, keeping a bit of his trademark stubbly beard. The last thing he did was to brush his teeth.
Bret had brought him his favorite blue silk pajamas from home, so he changed into them. He felt better now, he hadn't showered since before the camping trip. The very last thing he did was put on a few splashes of the fruity, spicy cologne that Bret loved for him to wear.
Adam climbed back into his bed. He noticed it had been changed while he was in the bathroom. Michelle had told the aide on duty she could finally freshen the doctor's bed. Adam also noticed he was now closer to the window. His bed being moved was proof that Bret really was doing alright and would be with him soon. He was so happy he laughed.
He was a good boy and rang for Michelle. The nurse came into the room to redo Adam's IV. She put the needle in his right arm, above his wrist this time. She hooked him to a new bag of meds. They laughed and joked the whole time. Adam never even flinched when the new needle port was inserted into his vein. When Michelle finished, it was time for lunch.
When the aide brought his tray, he thanked her, then tore into his meal like a starving wolf. He flicked on the television. The noon news was showing more reports on the storm damage. Mayor McMahon and his husband, Eric were shown visiting victims in the shelters. After that came a report on Governor Layfield. He was praising Hunter and the Staff of the University of Colorado Hospital and Doctor Anderson and his Staff at Denver General Hospital. Once again he praised Hunter on the speed and efficiency of the Emergency Alert Staging System.
Adam was so proud of Hunter. His eyes and ears perked when footage was show about the South Spring Street Shelter and what had happened. There was footage of Bret being taken to the Med One chopper. He was covered in so much blood, Adam hardly recognized him. Tears came to his eyes, he dropped his fork and pushed the tray away. He knew it had been bad, but when he saw his lover, soaked in blood it hit him hard. All he could now hear was the sound of the heart monitor, in the operating room going flat line. The horror of last night hit him like a ton of bricks. He grabbed the pink teddy bear and sobbed.
Adam never heard the door to his room open, nor felt the bed dip, nor the arms that went around him, he was sobbing that hard.
"Hush my sweet bit of Sugar. Bear is here now," Bret whispered softly and with a bit of weakness, he still wasn't feeling his best.
Adam opened his eyes and blinked, it was Bret and he wasn't dreaming, "Bear, oh Bear!" Adam exclaimed as he buried his head under Bret's arm.
Suddenly there was a flurry of activity as a bed was brought in for the firefighter. It wasn't a double bed, but it was a larger than usual single. It didn't take the aides long to get everything settled. Adam's lunch tray was taken away. And as fast as they came, the aides went.
While all that was going on, the engaged couple relished in being together again. Bret held Adam close and they whispered words of love to each other. Once Adam was safe in Bret's embrace, the tears had stopped and the smiles set in; on both their faces.
"I'm going to push my bed up against yours," Bret said softly. First though, he gave his future husband a searing, passion filled kiss. Adam moaned into the kiss. He'd been so afraid he'd never feel those lips against his, taste Bret's tongue or feel his hands caress ever again. Adam put all his feelings into the kiss. It was so powerful, it knocked the breath out of both of them.
When the kiss finally broke, Adam spoke, "oh Bret, I thought I'd never feel your kisses or touch ever again. When you flat lined last night, I'd thought I'd lost you forever. Oh, Bret, I... I... love you so damn much," Adam said with a deep sniff. He watched as Bret pushed his bed tightly against Adam's, he climbed in and took Adam back into his arms.
"Let me tell you what happened, you know I did technically die..." as he held Adam in his arms, he told about his conversation with Davy, from the first word to his last. He left absolutely nothing out. Bret felt like it was the right thing to do, but more importantly, he wanted to share the miraculous experience with Adam. No one else would understand. When he finished talking, both me had fresh tears in their eyes and on their cheeks.
"... so, you my beloved Adam, are my one, true soul mate. I love you so much. I wanted to come back to you, marry you and build a life with you," Bret said softly. The hairs on top of Adam's had fluttered with the Captain's breath.
"You... could have stayed, in Heaven with Davy. Bret, I'm not worth it," Adam said with a sigh. He didn't think he could live up to Bret's expectations.
"Yes, you are Adam. You bring such joy and happiness into my life. I have an inner peace around you, that not even Davy gave me. He knew that, baby boy. Your gold Adam, don't ever let anything or anyone tell you otherwise. I love you," Bret again spoke as soft as before, but a tad firmer. He couldn't stand to hear Adam put himself down, even a little, he wouldn't hear it.
Adam curled up closer to Bret, god he loved his man. Bret didn't put up with his shit, "I love you, and I love Davy. He was a special man, I wish I could have met him. I feel the same babe; I'm so relaxed and safe. You are the first man I've been with that I do feel absolutely safe with. Okay, okay, if we get any cheesier..." Adam said with a laugh. If they kept it up, they'd spend all day crying.
"You're right. So, one thing about us being laid up together for a few days is, we can start making some preliminary wedding plans, that is if you want to," Bret said with a laughing smile and teasing wink. He was rewarded with a smacking wet kiss to the temple.
"Um, first, there is something you need to know, about Wade," Adam spoke in a hesitant tone. He wondered how Bret would take knowing the Englishman saved his life.
"Oh yes, the punishment! You're going to make him scrub dirty, shitty bed pans with a tooth-brush; then make him brush his teeth with it?" Bret spoke with an evil smirk. He could actually picture that and it made him laugh.
Adam couldn't help but chuckle, it was indeed quite a visual, "Um, interesting idea, but no. I'm... forgetting all about a punishment. Now, before you blow up, let me explain. You, um... have around four units of his blood coursing through your veins. Bret, he saved your life, you could have really died without him. He didn't have to admit he had AB negative. He spoke right up," Adam explained in earnest, he hoped Bret would be alright.
Bret stared at Adam with an unreadable expression on his face. It was a full five minutes before he spoke, "He did that? For us, after he did all that other shit to destroy you? Was he boastful about it? Wanting credit for being a big hero?" his tone matched his expression, it was hard to tell what he was thinking.
"Yeah, he did. No, he wasn't the least bit boastful or calling himself heroic. Bret, honestly, he said he had no choice. It was the least he could do, but mostly he said, because to not have done it would have been a breach of the Hippocratic Oath," Adam explained in an honest tone. He wanted Bret to fully understand Wade wasn't trying to be heroic or trying to get out of being reprimanded.
"Well, I'll be damned. I am grateful to him. I would have died without his blood. I better not start drinking tea with my pinkie extended and saying bloody hell all the time," Bret said with a bit of a laugh.
Adam laughed as well, "By the way, he's in the room next door. Hunter admitted Wade because gave you so much blood. He'll probably be dismissed when Hunter comes this afternoon on his rounds," the physician explained with ha nod to the wall of Wade's room.
"How come he had to give me blood anyway? I thought there was always universal stock in the blood banks?" Bret asked with a puzzled tone and expression.
"There usually is. They ran out due to the amount used to treat storm victims. You don't know how bad it was. Even we were evacuated..." he went on to tell Bret about it, and being with Chris and Evan during the storm. Bret was shocked at what he was told about the storm damage. He didn't remember much from yesterday.
Adam turned the TV back on, News 9 was s till showing continuous reports about the millions of dollars in damages and the thirty-two people killed. Rescue teams were still at work, including Bret's own Station 51. Bret sat up in the bed, a new report on South Spring Street was shown. There, on the screen during a live report, were his men, being led by John Cena. Then the station once again aired the footage that showed Bret being taken to the Med One chopper.
"Oh bloody hell," Bret said with no humor what so ever in his voice. He turned to Adam, he saw his boys face go pale as Adam's eyes focused on the television screen.
"Adam, boy; look at me. I'm right here with you, alive and well," Bret said firmly as he moved closer to Adam, he pulled his Sugar into hs arms.
"I know, Bear, I know. It just reminds me of how close I came to losing you last night. I hope John and the others are alright. They look so tired," Adam said as he rested his head on Bret's shoulder.
"Wish I could be there with them, just like I'm sure you wanted to work last night. Well, it is what it is," Bret said with a bit of a huff.
Adam suddenly laughed and told Bret about sneaking out of the room and going downstairs to try to work. He then told about Wade helping him out, then he finished by telling Bret everything that happened after he had been brought in by Med One.
"Well, I can understand why you just want to call it even with Barrett and you said Hunter agreed? And Shawn?" Bret asked, his brow raised. He still didn't like what Wade had done to Adam, but he was alive and with Adam because of him.
"Yes. Of course. It will take a bit to earn trust back. Hunter said to give him a dirty job once in a while, just to remind Wade of what he did. Shawn agreed. I said Wade would be on vomit clean up once in a while. Thanks for understanding, I can't punish him when he saved your life," Adam said with a yawn. The heavy antibiotics were making him so tired.
"Me too. I got a massive shot of antibiotics just before I got out of recovery. Nap time?" Bret asked with his own growling bearlike yawn.
Adam nodded in agreement. They settled in together. Adam was on the edge of his bed and Bret did the same, the locking wheels on the beds kept them tightly together. Adam's head rested on Bret's chest, his bandaged left hand lay on Hart's abdomen. Bret's left arm was wrapped carefully around his fiancé, his right arm lay at his side so the wound would be protected. With whispered words of love, the physician and Captain were soon fast asleep.
Downstairs in the Emergency Department, Hunter and Shawn dove right into work. Everyone else had been on shift since three pm yesterday afternoon. Hunter and Shawn had been required, by policy, to leave for some rest, as they had been involved in performing a major surgery. The Hospital regulations said, after a major surgery of five or more hours, the surgical team had to go off shift for at least six hours.
Doctor Paul Heyman was in charge at the moment. He was relieved to see Hunter. "Good, you take over now. I'm going to catch a nap. It's finally starting to slow down. Doctor Copeland is sorely missed, damn snake," Paul growled as he gave Shawn the chart reports on all the patients being treated in the trauma rooms.
The Helmsley's worked for two hours, then there was finally a chance for them to run upstairs and check on their patients. Doctor Dolph Ziggler had orders to page them if any seriously injured storm victims came in.
Wade Barrett was first on their list. Then Englishman was fully dressed and anxious to be released. After a thorough examination, Hunter declared Wade fit. He signed the release papers, and gave Wade a paper that said he was fit for work. After a round of handshakes, Wade hurried down o the Emergency Department ready to work. Had they not been so desperate, Hunter would have sent Wade home. However, since he was healthy and anxious to work, he agreed. He only hoped Barrett could be trusted not to pull something, like saying he was forced to work while ill.
"He won't do that Trips. He's perfectly fine, and he knows he's caused enough trouble. They need him, Ted and Cody are worn out. Let's go check on our boys," Shawn said confidently as he grabbed Wade's chart. It would go through Hunter' department, not the Orthopedic ward.
Hunter and Shawn entered the room, shared by Adam and Bret. "They look so sweet together. I hate to wake them," Shawn whispered softly to his husband. He laid Barrett's chart on the chair, then unhooked Bret's from the foot of the Captain's bed.
"Buddy? Adam? I hate to wake you, but our time is limited," Hunter said rather loudly and firmly. Bret woke up immediately, it was his firefighter training, but Adam slept on.
"Hey guys, thanks for saving my life. Adam told me about Barrett too. I need to thank him as well," Bret said as Hunter unwrapped the bandage around the Captain's wrist.
Shawn started in with Adam's bandage. It finally woke the blond up, "Oh, hey Shawn, Hunter. He okay?" Adam asked with a smack of his lips as he made his brain come to full alert.
"He's fine, son. Thanks to a bit of English blood. Shawn, redo this please, while I look at Adam," Hunter said with a bit of a laugh. All four men laughed as Shawn began to wrap the surgical incision on Bret's arm. It was fine and showed no signs of infection.
Shawn had brought his nurses bag. The bag contained everything he could possibly need to change bandages, tapes, gauzes, gauze pads, along with several different tubes of topical creams and ointments, latex gloves, scissors and anything else needed. It was his own concept and a few on his staff had copied the idea.
"Much, better. No new core is forming, and the drainage has about stopped. One more day, I think. Finish your course of antibiotics and you can go home in a day or two," Hunter said in a thoughtful doctor's tone as he took a last look and smell of Adam's wound.
After Shawn finished with Bret, he changed the drainage bag on Adam's wound and re-bandaged it. They chatted happily as he worked.
"So, did you think about what I asked? Will you perform the ceremony? Hunter will you give me away?" Adam asked again, his brow raised.
"You know I will. I would be honored. Any thought about where?" Shawn asked as he cut a strip of tape and applied to the bandage on Adam's hand.
"No, not really. Maybe the University Chapel? Hunter?" Adam asked as he looked at Bret, then at Hunter. Why was he taking so long to answer?
Hunter sniffed, his head was down as he made notes on both Adam and Bret's charts. "Of course I'll give you away," his voice was gruff with emotion.
"Trips? You alright?" Bret asked in a concerned tone. Bret swore Hunter was crying, he'd only seen that a handful of times over all the years they'd been friends. Even Shawn and Adam noticed Hunter's reaction.
"Fine, I'm fine..." Hunter sighed. He swiped a tear from his cheek. He stood at the foot of the connected hospital beds, then continued. "I'm just so happy for you, both of you. I never thought, I'd get to... Adam, you and Jason are the closest to sons we will ever have. I would be touched and deeply honored to give you away. And there is no one in the world, I'd rather give him to than you, Buddy," Hunter said with a soft smile. The heartfelt emotions showed in his voice.
"Thanks, Hunter. It means a lot to me. You're the only one I trust to give me away," Adam said with equal emotion in his voice.
Before anything else could be said, Hunter's pager went off. He and Shawn were needed in the Emergency Department, more tornadoes victims had come in.
"Wow, I think I've only seen Hunter cry a handful of times, and then it was because of Shawn. The University Chapel? I like that idea, its beautiful and we could use one of the private rooms in one of the student centers for the reception." Bret responded thoughtfully. He liked Adam's idea; a lot.
"Bret, can I ask? Adam never got to finish before his fiancé spoke again.
"At the Station, in the backyard. We figured it would be nice to marry where we met. It was nice, the boys put it all together for us. Should I get my formal dress uniform out or get a tux, it's up to you, Sugar," Bret said with a sly wink. He'd correctly guessed what Adam was going to ask.
Adam smiled, "I wish I knew how you did that; read my mind like that. Thanks for telling me though. Oh, your dress uniform, it's who you are, and besides, you look very dashing in it," he sighed with contentment as he thought about Bret in full uniform.
Bret smiled, "I'm actually proud of that uniform. I worked damn hard for those five stripes. You can plan what ever you want, there are just two things I ask for, one you already took care of, and that was for Shawn to marry us, and two I want you in pure white, please? You'd look so beautiful in white," he asked his brow raised.
Adam hung his head, he sighed, "I'm... not; how about ivory?" he muttered his words. He felt too dirty and broken to ever wear pure white, Randy had destroyed his ability to ever dress in white. He just hoped Bret understood what he meant.
Bret was lying on his side, his hand reached up and lifted Adam's chin, "white, not ivory. I know what you're thinking and it has nothing to do with virginity or anything else. You're thinking about Randy, aren't you? (Adam barely nodded "yes") Well don't. You deserve to wear white. Sex as I said has nothing to do with it. It's about what's inside, right here, (he poked Adam gently in the chest, over his heart) I love you and you have the purest heart of anyone. That's why I want you to wear white. You won't deny me that one wish for our wedding will you?" he used his secret weapon. His brown eyes looked big and sad, like one of those paintings of sad puppies from the 1960's by Gig.
Adam laughed, "You're better than me with the puppy eyes. Alright, I'll wear the purest white I can find, I'll be so white, I'll blind you. Thank you for saying that, your heart is just as pure. I love you, so very much," he leaned over and kissed Bret on the lips softly and sweetly.
Just as the kiss broke, the door to their room opened. Doctor Wade Barrett poked his head into the room. Hunter had told him to go see Bret when he got a break, so here he was. "Um, I didn't mean to interrupt. I can come back later, so sorry," Wade said hurriedly. He didn't mean to cause he couple any more trouble or embarrassment.
"No, it's alright, we were just talking about the wedding. Never to early to make plans," Adam said in a friendly tone as he waved the Brit into the room.
"Yes, please come in Wade. I told Hunter I wanted to see you. Have a seat, sorry I can't make you a cup of tea," Bret said politely. He still wasn't fond of Barrett, but he owed the man his life.
Wade pulled a chair up by the foot of the bed. Since the two beds had been moved together, in order to fully see both men, he had to sit there. "Thank you. I came up as soon as I could. It's still really busy downstairs. If it's like this today, twenty-four hours later, I can't imagine what it was like down there last night. Hard to believe we would just be coming back from the camping trip. It's been a crazy few days," Wade made casual chit-chat as he got comfortable. He wished he'd had grabbed a cup of tea.
"I wish I could be down there, helping. I know Bret wants to be with his men. It's hard to be out of commission. Where does the time go, only a three days ago, we were camping!" Adam spoke with a bit of a sigh, as he lay back against the pillows of his own bed.
"Yeah, well no, by then you were... never mind. Okay, we've both had our brushes with death, so now we can focus on our life; together. Sorry Wade, it has been a rough couple of days for us," Bret said in a tone of finality. It was time for happiness.
"My little... stunt didn't help. If there is anything I can do at all to help in any way, just call on me, I mean that. I have a lot to make up to you, both of you. Well, I'm glad you are both doing so well. I'd better get back downstairs, sorry to make this so short, but we are busy," Wade said as he started to stand up. He still felt awkward and guilty especially around Adam.
"Wait, please. Sorry, we got distracted. Wade, I wanted to personally thank you for what you did for me, for us. I can never thank you enough. You didn't have to give me your blood. So, like Adam said, it's done and over with," Bret said in an honest and sincere tone. He held his hand out to Wade.
Wade stood and shook the Captain's hand, "I appreciate that Captain Hart. I'm glad I was able to help. I never thought my weird blood type would pay off so much. Look, if I may, Bret, Adam, I can never thank you enough. I'll just keep my head down and quietly do my job. I respect you as my superior, Doctor Copeland. I mean that, I hope I can continue to learn from you, not only how to be a better doctor, but a better person. Well, I'll go now, but if you need a valet to park cars at the wedding, I'm available. Hunter said for me to remind you both to get plenty of rest or he'll keep you here for a week. Just the messenger, Ciao," Wade said with a wave as he quickly left. He didn't want to hear anymore thank yous, he didn't deserve them.
As soon as the door closed, Adam was back in Bret's arms. It was the only place and time he could truly rest and relax. Bret stroked the top of Adam's head gently, the blond almost seemed to purr. Bret's chuckle made his chest rumble, it was comforting. The older man flicked on the television and changed from the news to the classic movie station.
"Oh one of my favorites, 'An Affair To Remember'! Wish we had some popcorn!" Adam exclaimed happily. They were lucky, the movie had just started.
"I wish we were at home, curled up in our own bed, not watching a movie," Bret said with a wiggle of his eyebrows. He was feeling do worked up. What he really wanted was to absolutely fuck Adam till he screamed, but unfortunately in the hospital it just wasn't possible. Besides, he figured it probably wouldn't be the bet thing for their recovery. They had forever to make love, he just wished forever was now.
Adam knew what his fiancé was thinking and how he was wishing for the same. They hadn't made love since that night in the hammock. He knew though, that the stress would not be the best thing for Bret, after all, his heart had stopped for a while last night. He sighed.
"I want it too, but can't. Maybe sharing a room wasn't such a good idea." Adam said with a laugh. Oh God he was so thankful to be there with Bret instead of crying over his death.
Bret looked at Adam with a bit of surprise, "now you have the ESP thingy," he laughed as well. Oh god he was so happy to be there laughing with Adam instead of stressing about a snakebite.
Before the movie was half way through, the aide brought their dinner trays. They had spaghetti with meat sauce, salad, garlic bread, milk, coffee and an oatmeal cookie. It was tasty, but Adam wished it hadn't cooled off so much.
Jason called after supper and while Adam was on the phone with his brother, Owen called Bret. The Captain went into the bathroom so they wouldn't disturb each other as the talked to their family members.
Later in the evening, before they went home, the Helmsley's came for another quick visit. Hunter told them that only five storm victims had come in between five and eleven. Shawn said that he had heard Station 51 had finally changed shifts. Bret was glad to know his boys were finally home and resting.
That was the way the next few days went. Finally, a week after Adam had come to the hospital both he and Bret were dismissed. Adam's stitches had been removed from his hand, although he still wore a bandage from finger tips to forearm.
Bret still had his stitches, but they would self absorb in a few days. His artery replacement was also being "absorbed" by his new vein tissue. He would be able to return to work in two weeks as would Adam.
The couple had a feeling that Hunter and Chief Lawler had talked together, but neither man could prove anything. So they just decided to enjoy their "bonus" vacation.
Bret was paying the cab driver as Adam opened the front door of their house. He stepped inside, the feeling wrapped around him like a warm blanket. He turned when Bret came in and closed the door.
Bret walked up behind his fiancé and wrapped his arms around Adam's slender hips. "So good to be home..." he said as he started gently pushing Adam into walking toward the bedroom. He was growling low in Adam's ear as they moved.
"Yes it is. Faster, bear, walk faster," Adam purred back, he couldn't wait to have Bret balls deep in his ass. They had been so worked up on the way home, the cab driver had almost gotten a free show.
Bret did as asked, had he been able to, he would have picked Adam up, but Hunter told him no heavy lifting. Sex was one thing, but he wouldn't risk tearing up the new growth of vein tissue in his arm.
They paused long enough to strip off their clothes. "I never get over how beautiful you are, your back is flawless," Bret kissed Adam's back from shoulder to shoulder. "Your ass is perfection, not too round and not too flat, just right for my hands," Bret showed Adam what he meant by cupping said ass in his hands.
Adam leaned back against Bret, "oh god, Bear. I've missed your mouth," he nearly melted when his lover spoke during sex. The man had such a way with words and the voice was dead turn on.
Bret's hands slid around to Adam's chest, his palms rubbed over Adam's nipples, making them hard and even more sensitive. His fingers trailed up to Adam's neck, his mouth nipped and sucked at the hot spot behind his boy's left ear. Adam moaned softly, one hand was over the one of Bret's that rested on his hip, his other hand went around and toyed with the curls on Bret's head.
Bret's left hand wandered down to Adam's naval then kept on going. He could feel the hot skin of Adam's hard cock. His knuckles brushed up and down the hard shaft.
"Tell me what you do when you're so hard and aching for release, but I'm not here. Tell me, do you masturbate, call out my name when you cum all over your naughty little hand?" Bret whispered hotly in his lover's ear.
Adam nodded, his face flushed as Bret did everything but touch his aching cock. It was driving him crazy. "Please, touch me, please" he begged like a child in a candy store.
"No, no, you want it to stop aching, then stroke it yourself. Show me what you do when you're all alone, thinking about me," the firefighter husked deeply in Adam's ear. His hot breath made Adam's flesh prickle. Bret bit into Adam's neck, "show me" he growled in a commanding tone.
Adam wrapped his right hand around his cock, he wished he could fondle his balls but the bandages on his left hand prevented it. He moaned partly in pleasure, partly in frustration. His body rubbed against Bret's as he worked his cock. He could feel Bret's hard cock as it moved between his ass cheeks.
"You look so slutty, touching yourself, rutting against my cock like a needy whore. Is that what you are? My slutty, needy little whore?" the filth poured from Bret's mouth like liquid sex.
"Yes, oh fuck yes. I'm your dirty whore, your slut. Fuck me, Hart, just fuck me!" Adam cried out as he pushed his backside harder against his lover as they stood in the bedroom. He wanted Bret to bend him over and ravage him like an animal.
"You are a slut. You wanna fuck, slut? Then you're gonna get a fuck, hard, fast, and nasty. A nasty fuck for a nasty whore. Bend over, boy," Bret growled again. His tone was even more commanding. The tone went right to Adam's cock as the physician kept pumping his own shaft.
Bret roughly kicked Adam's legs apart. His left arm was around Adam's lithe waist, his right hand on the small of his boy's back as he pushed Adam to bend over. Adam bent at the waist, his long, blond locks dusted against the floor. He heard Bret spit on his right hand, he knew that was all the lubrication he was going to get and he didn't care, he trusted Bret, and that made all the difference. He felt the tip of his fiancé's cock rubbing against his hole.
Bret cursed when he thrust his hips and missed his target. His cock, instead of entering the hole of puckered flesh, slipped down Adam's taint. Adam groaned in pleasured frustration. The cock sliding down the sensitive strip of skin that went from the base of his hole to behind his balls felt so good, but he wanted Bret inside. Bret's left arm wrapped around Adam's waist tighter, he took his own cock in his right hand. This time he guided his mushroom-shaped cock-head to the tight ring of Adam's pink pucker.
With a low, grunting growl, the Captain slowly pushed himself into the tight warmth of the silk lined channel that would soon have them soaring in sexual oblivion. Once he was firmly inside Adam, Bret's hands moved, he now held Adam firmly by the hips.
Hart's subconscious was aware of the healing injury in his right arm, the hand didn't grip Adam as firmly as the other. It didn't mater, it was enough to keep Adam balanced on his feet.
"Fuck me, Bear just fucking fuck me!" Adam nearly screamed. He was almost bent in half as his right hand continued to pump and stimulate his shaft. He needed Bret to take him; hard. He wanted to know Bret was alive and that this was real.
Without another word, Bret worked his cock inch by inch into the tight, hot heat of his boy. When he was finally in to the base of his shaft, Adam bucked up against him. It was all the encouragement Bret needed. He pulled his hips out, then pushed back into Adam. It took a few thrusts, but soon the silky, heated channel became slicker making it easier to fuck his lover.
Adam was getting slightly dizzy from being bent over and his body rocking with the force of Bret's movements. He stumbled a bit when Bret thrust back up into him.
"Hang on, baby" Bret said softly as he pulled completely out of his boy. He turned Adam to face him. Adam knew what Bret wanted. With a bit of a jump, Adam wrapped his long legs around Bret's waist, his arms went around the firefighter's broad shoulders.
Bret took his cock in his left hand, this time he guided himself right to the quivering puckered hole. He slid in, it was easier now. Together they moved in a sexual concert. Bret thrust up, Adam pushed down. Bret pulled back, Adam raised up. Once they had the tempo, Bret took total control and set a steady pace.
"Get that dirty hand back on that cock, boy. Fuck yourself till you cum like a dirty slut, do it!" Bret commanded with a growl. Adam did as he was told, like a good boy.
The engaged couple added deep, wet sloppy tongue tangling kisses to their lover making. Their lips were wet as they broke to breathe from time to time. They were sweaty and when they both came with loud cries of pleasure, their cum mixed with the sweat.
Adam's cum soaked hand ran up Bret's chest to his mouth. The Captain licked and sucked the physician's sticky fingers. Adam licked his own essence from Bret's chest where his hand had slid up the muscular body.
Bret's pearly cum ran down Adam's thighs in warm, sticky globs. Adam's legs untangled from Bret's waist and his feet landed on the floor, all while their passion was sealed by a deep, breath stealing kiss. Bret whispered for Adam to wrap his legs around him again. When Adam was firmly and safely in Bret's strong arms, he carried Adam to their bed. It didn't matter that they were dirty and sweaty. Bret pulled back the covers with his left hand while Adam clung to him.
The Captain laid Adam down gently then climbed into the bed to join his boy. Adam curled around his lover. Bret pulled the covers up and with a last kiss finished, they fell into a deep, relaxed sleep. After all, Hunter had told them to get plenty of rest.