Date: Tue, 5 May 2020 21:15:38 -0700
From: Joe Ballard <joecharballard@gmail.com>
Subject: In the Blink of an Eye, Chapter 17

Chapter 17

We ate dinner with Drago's parents that night and I got a chance to talk
to everyone about the record deal and hiring a manager and moving to LA.
Drago looked shell shocked. I don't think he realized exactly what being
signed to a deal meant for me and the band. Especially so fast. I'm
still wrapping my head around all of it. Mom and Dad looked happy but
concerned.

"So I have an appointment with Dr. Winters tomorrow and once he gives me
clearance to board the airplane, I'll be off to LA on Friday," I said,
full of enthusiasm and hope for the future. No one else seems to share
that eagerness or confidence. We discussed the advance the band would
receive from the label, the flights out to LA, the Airbnb, and money in
general. I asked Dad if he would meet with the band on Wednesday to help
us figure things out in advance and he looked relieved.

"Of course, I'd be happy to help. I have a couple of people I can put
you in contact with, as well, when you have additional questions," he
told me. I got up and hugged him.

"Thank you, Dad," I told him. I think the band will be in a better
place because we took the time to talk to him and hopefully his
connections will be able to help us when we get to LA. I get the feeling
that we're going to need a lot of guidance through this process because
we are so inexperienced. I know that Aiden feels like he knows what he is
doing because we've gotten this far, but I don't think that we are
really ready for all of this. I did some extremely preliminary research
on the Internet and within minutes I learned more about the process than
I had known in all my years leading up to this point.

After dinner, Drago and I got on the computer and I took out a pad and
paper and started writing down questions. There are so many things that I
need to find out. And there were a lot of cautionary tales. It seems that
a lot of bands get signed and get their first advance and then never get
out of debt with the label. And the label owns everything. The artists
never earn a penny from their music. I don't want that to be us. The
other thing the Internet said was that bands make most of their money by
touring. Once we record the album we may end up touring for the next year
or more. And then it will be time to record again. I think I knew all of
this in the back of my head, but it's also a rather rude awakening.
Getting signed is practically the easy part. What comes after that is
what determines if we'll be successful. But we're awesome together, so
a little hard work will take us far--I can feel it in my bones! We're
destined for greatness!

"I don't think I'll be able to come out to LA to see you until
Christmas," Drago said as we laid in bed before falling asleep. He laid
behind me and I snuggled up to him. The nights are colder now and living
in the basement makes it feel even chillier. His cock pressed up against
my crack.

"I would really like that. I'm thinking that I won't be able to come
visit here since we'll be busy with recording and playing gigs out there
and stuff," I said. For the first time, I doubted my decision to take
off to LA. Why would I leave Drago? I know I can't live my life for a
relationship, and I suppose I knew that one or both of us would leave at
some point, but I never really thought about it.

"We'll make it work, don't you think?" he asked. He sounded
confident, but I had to wonder if he worried about our future, too.

"Absolutely. I can't live without you, so we have to make it work," I
said and turned toward him. I kissed him lightly on the lips. "You're
my everything," I said and we kissed harder.

"I love you," he said. He pulled me tight to his naked body and I
thought I might melt into him. He's so perfect that I just want to be
part of him. His lips parted and I flicked his tongue with mine. He ran
his hands up and down my back. He cupped my ass and our cocks rubbed
together.

"Uhhhh...fuck Drago I want you so bad," I moaned. I grabbed his cock and
started stroking it using the precum as lube. He groaned back to me.

"Alvin, fuck, Alvin, look at me," he said and I looked up from his
cock. "I want you to fuck me," he said when I met his stare. My eyes
widened huge and I thought I didn't hear him right.

"What?" I asked. This was something I thought would never happen. He's
the alpha, the big football stud who fucks--not who gets fucked.

"I want you to fuck my ass, dude," he said grinning at me. "Don't you
want to?" he asked, suddenly unsure of himself. I'm astonished. I
can't get the words out. Of course I want to fuck his fine ass. But...I
don't even know what. But nothing! I'm gonna fuck me some Drago pussy!

"I'm gonna make you feel so good, babe. Yes, I want to fuck you," I
said and threw the blankets back. I pushed him so that he was laying on
his back and then I lifted his legs and pushed them back to expose his
hole. His virgin hole. And I was going to pop that cherry. Suddenly, I
was very glad that I'd fucked Aiden. At least I wasn't a total novice
who just shoved my cock in and came in two seconds. Okay, that didn't
even happen when I fucked Aiden, but still. I don't feel so intimidated
by this undertaking because I've done this before.

I stared at his tight hole for a few seconds and then bent down and
started licking long streaks up his ass cheeks. I got close to his hole
but not quite on it. He was already moaning and writhing around. I kissed
and licked and finally when neither of us could stand it anymore, I
licked right over his hole. Fuck. His natural scent and his sweat and his
ass have all mixed into this intoxicating smell that I have to get more
of. I stuck out my tongue and bathed his hole and all around it for at
least five minutes. I licked my middle finger and after I'd loosened his
hole with my tongue, I pressed my finger against his hole.

"Have you ever, uh, put anything in here before?" I asked, applying
light pressure to his hole. He grunted as my finger started making its
way inside of him.

"I tried a finger a couple of times, but I could never get very far,"
he moaned. Huh. This may be harder than I thought. At least Aiden had
been fucked before. And my cock isn't exactly small. It's not quite as
big as Drago's but it's long and reasonably thick. My finger was almost
all of the way in. I pulled it out and spit a couple of times on his
hole. I pushed my finger back in spreading the spit like lube.

It took some time and I ended up getting the real lube, but eventually I
had three fingers inside of him. I could barely move my fingers but he
was slowly loosening up. I poured some more lube on my hand and rubbed my
fingers against his prostate. His cock twitched a couple of times and he
was making a ton of noise. I giggled.

"Fuck, man, that feels so good. I want your cock, though," he said. It
was my cock's turn to twitch. I finger fucked him some more and then
pulled out and stroked my cock until it was good and slippery. I held it
close to his hole and waited for his ass to let my cockhead inside. I
pushed a little harder and he began to open. He moaned and groaned and
whimpered but I didn't let up. My cockhead pushed inside and I paused to
see how he responded. He breathed heavily and his eyes were tightly
closed.

"Open your eyes, babe. Look at me," I told him. I knew he was clenching
too tightly and it was going to hurt unless he let go. "C'mon, open
up," I said. He reluctantly opened his eyes and met my stare. I smiled.
"You are so hot and tight. I can't wait to get all the way inside of
you," I said and leaned down. He's too tall for me to kiss at this
angle, so I sucked a nipple in my mouth and flicked it with my tongue. He
relaxed a little and my cock slid in further. I was almost halfway in
when he started clenching again. I switched to the other nipple and
sucked it in. I rolled the first one between my fingers. He opened his
eyes again and watched me work his nipples. I sunk further inside.

"Oh my God, is it in all the way?" he whined. I wanted to laugh. He
pound fucks me with his eight inches like a fucking jackhammer and I'm
just over half way inside of him and he looks like he's going to throw
up.

"Almost, babe. Just a little more. Here, I'll put on some more lube,"
I said and pulled back to where only the head was inside. I poured the
lube out and rubbed my hands together to warm it up a little. I rubbed my
cock with it and all around the opening to his hole. I let some pool
right above the hole and I pulled all the way out and then shoved the
lube inside of him with a strong thrust.

"Fuck!" he yelled and I almost covered his mouth with my hand. I slowed
my thrust but kept pushing in. He panted heavily. I worked his nipples
some more to keep his mind on something besides the foreign invader
plunging into his newly minted pussy. I pinched a little harder than I
would have otherwise and he moaned. I took that opportunity to push
almost all of the way in. I pinched the other side hoping for a similar
result and was rewarded with being able to sink balls deep into my
boyfriend.

"Oh, shit, I'm in, Drago. I'm all the way in," I groaned. I held
still, knowing that it would take a while for his body to get used to me.
I tried really hard not to start rocking back and forth but before long,
I was totally rocking back and forth. I made myself stop.

"Damn, dude. You are so huge. It feels good, though. I think I'm
ready," he panted out. I pulled out an inch or so and pushed back in
slowly. I did this several times, pulling out further each time. My hips
thrust in him faster and faster. My self-control waned and I started
fucking him hard and deep. He didn't stop me, though, he just cried out
when I bottomed out and thrust up his own hips to meet mine.

"You are so hot and tight. You have the most amazing pussy," I told him
as I pumped in and out. "I love fucking you," I said.

"Oh, yeah, fuck me babe, fuck me," he chanted. I obliged him and our
bodies slapped together. Would I have fucked Aiden had I known that Drago
wanted me to fuck him? I don't know. Would Drago have wanted me to fuck
him had I not been leaving in a couple of days? I don't know. But I am
so glad he asked and so glad that I am balls deep inside him.

"Fuck yeah," I called out and he and I grunted and moaned as I thrusted
in and out of him. I felt my orgasm coming and knew that it wouldn't be
long. I reached down and grabbed his cock and stroked him. He was so hard
and leaking precum--it turned me on to know that I was turning him on so
much. He whimpered loudly.

"I'm gonna cum dude," he cried out. "I'm gonna cuuuuummmm," he said
and he shot his load. I felt every contraction through his ass and then I
shot my load deep inside of him. I shot maybe four times because I've
been cumming so much lately but it felt fucking outstanding. I pulled out
of him slowly and he clenched his ass shut before any of my cum leaked
out. I laid on the bed and breathed heavily while I caught my breath. It
felt amazing. I want to fuck him another 100 times before I leave. I want
him to fuck me another 100 times before I leave.

"I love you so fucking much Drago," I panted out. I wish he were coming
with me. I wish I were staying. God, I'm so confused. I don't want us
to be apart. Leaving is going to suck.

###

My appointment with Dr. Winters is at 11:30, so Drago only missed his
late class in order to drive me. I told him I could take the bus, but he
insisted on taking me. This is probably the best thing because I can't
remember half the stuff Dr. Winters tells me. Alright, I can't remember
90% of the stuff he tells me and Drago is getting into the neurological
stuff more and more every day. I think he may very well become a
neurologist or neurosurgeon.

Dr. Winters' physician's assistant, or PA, called me into an exam room
right after we arrived. One of the benefits of being a `celebrity'
patient is that I get seen right away. The PA indicated that Drago should
sit in the waiting room until Dr. Winters called him in. I kissed him
lightly on the lips and smiled.

"Thanks for this morning," I whispered in his ear and turned to go into
the exam room. Drago finally smiled. He's been pretty depressed about me
leaving except when we're having sex, so I made sure that he got to fuck
the daylights out of my pussy before he left for school this morning. I
think I may be walking funny because he really hit that shit.

I checked out the PA's ass while I followed him into Exam 2. His name is
Yao and he's got nice round cheeks hiding a hole just begging to be
plowed. At least, that's what I see, ha. He's a little taller than me
but a smaller frame. Yao turns and sees me checking out his ass and
smirks at me.

"Take your clothes off and put on this gown. It ties in the back," he
said and made a show of bending over to get a dressing gown from the
drawer underneath the exam table. I kicked off my shoes and dropped trou,
blocking the door so that Yao couldn't exit. I could see his eyes widen
as he checked out my package. I was sporting a semi and it was getting
bigger by the second. I peeled off my t-shirt and stood there in nothing
but my socks stroking my cock to full size.

"Could you help me with something, dude?" I asked nodding toward my
cock. Yao thought about it for a second or two and then reached behind me
and locked the door.

"Yeah, but we've got to be quick," he said, dropping to his knees. He
had my cock down his throat in about a minute. I smothered my moan with
the back of my arm. He kept swallowing around my cock while it was
embedded in his throat. Damn, this guy can suck some cock. Fuck yeah.

"Bend over the exam table and I'll get you ready," I said after he
nearly sucked the load out of my cock. I stepped back and took a couple
of deep breaths. I couldn't believe he almost made me cum in like 3
minutes of a blowjob. I haven't had that problem since I first started
jerking off when I was like 12.

Yao jumped up and yanked his scrubs down. Mmmm, those beautiful melons
called out to me--eat us, Alvin. Why, yes, I will! He adjusted the table
so that he was at the right height for me to fuck him and then bent over
the table. I got down and spread those cheeks apart and saw a winking
hole waiting for me to get it good and wet.

"Hold these open for me," I said and Yao reached back and spread his
cheeks for me. I leaned in and started licking his hole. Fuck me, his
hole keeps winking and twitching. I can't wait for that hole to work my
cock. Knowing we were short on time, I used a lot of tongue and spit and
then only finger fucked him for a couple minutes. He had to bury his face
in his arms to muffle his moans. I got three fingers in and stretched him
up and down and side to side.

"Fuck me, man," he groaned and I stood up immediately. I spit on my
cock twice and spread the spit and my precum around and then pressed into
his hole. I went in rapidly--faster than I intended but he was thrusting
back against me as soon as my cockhead penetrated him. He wants this as
much as I do. I bottomed out and we both grunted. I held off for maybe
thirty seconds while his hole twitched like mad around my cock.

"Fuck, yeah, I'm gonna fuck this cunt so good you'll be begging for
more," I said and pulled almost all of the way out. I hesitated until I
heard him whimper. Then I slammed it back inside. Now it was on. I
slammed my cock in and out rapidly, the sound of our bodies slapping
together ringing out in the exam room. There was no mistaking what was
going on in Exam 2 and the walls are paper thin so I'm sure everyone in
Exam 1 and Exam 3 could hear us fucking. I kept up a steady pace, fucking
him rapidly but not quite a rabbit fuck. Just long, deep thrusts. It was
cool that the exam table was bolted to the floor because it didn't move
around the way a bed does. I could slam into him and he took the full
brunt force of my thrust and the table didn't give at all. And Yao
wanted it hard and deep because he kept thrusting back against me.

"Seed my pussy, dude," he begged.

"Oh yeah, I'm gonna fill up this pussy with my fucking seed," I told
him as I sped up and went all out on his ass. I slammed in as fast as I
could. Soon, my cock thickened and then exploded and I filled him with my
load. I shot probably six times and then had to pull out because I was so
sensitive. I've been cumming a lot lately and my dick is getting really
sensitive afterward. A gush of my cum followed my cock out of his ass. He
reached over and wiped up the cum before it landed on the floor. He
sucked it off his fingers while he clenched his ass shut.

"I'm going to hold in the rest so that I have a part of you with me
forever," he said, looking deeply in my eyes. I gave him a cocky smile.

"Anytime you need a refill, let me know," I said. He grinned.

"I will for sure," he said. I washed my cock in the sink and finally
put on the dressing gown. Yao used some paper towels to wipe off his ass
and then pulled up his scrubs. Bye bye sexy melons. Still cute even in
scrubs.

I went to sit on the exam table but realized that Yao had cum all over
the paper cover thing. "Uh, Yao?" I said and pointed to his mess. He
looked embarrassed.

"Oops, sorry. Here, let me fix that," he pulled the paper off and then
cleaned the seat with some Windex and paper towels. He pulled a fresh
sheet of paper over the table and I was able to sit down now. "You know
you can wear your underwear for the exam," he said with a grin.

"Yeah, but I like to keep Dr. Winters off kilter. He's too serious all
the time," I said and we both laughed. Yao cracked the window open a
little to air the room out.

"Dr. Winters will be in shortly, if there's anything you need just dial
`8' on the phone and let the receptionist know," Yao said.

"I just got everything I need," I said, raising my eyebrows at him
suggestively. Yao shut the door behind him and I leaned back on the exam
table and put my hands behind my head while I waited. I thought about how
great it felt to just pound the fuck out of Yao. That guy could really
take a hard, fast fuck. And he sucked cock like a pro. Suddenly I felt
the twinges of guilt sneaking up on me. Fuck. I promised myself that I
wasn't going to fuck anyone else and I'm out of Drago's sight for like
two minutes and I'm balls deep inside Dr. Winters' PA--a guy I've
talked to probably ten times in my life. While I do feel guilty, I also
feel like a fucking stud. I like sex and pretty soon Drago and I will be
separated for two months. Maybe more. I may have been too hasty in saying
that I wouldn't fuck anyone else. I'm saving my hole for him, isn't
that good enough? I mean, I could be out letting guys fuck my ass, but
I've decided that I only want Drago fucking me. So what if I fuck other
guys? I don't expect Drago to be celibate while I'm gone and I don't
think he's going to take it up the ass from some dude, either. I suppose
we need to talk about this. I'm so fucking excited about going to LA in
three days!

I picked up a Sports Illustrated magazine and thumbed through it while I
waited. A few minutes later, I heard loud voices coming from Exam 3. Dr.
Winters was ripping Yao a new one. I could only pick out snippets of
their exchange, but phrases like, `He is a patient, we could get sued'
and `I'm so sorry, Dr. Winters, I promise it won't happen again'
filtered into my room. Crap. I didn't mean to get Yao in trouble. I also
hope that Drago can't hear them in the waiting room. I don't think so
because Exam 3 is at the end of the hall and I can't hear them all that
clearly and I'm right next door. I heard the door slam and two seconds
later there was a knock at my door. Before I could answer, the door
opened and Dr. Winters stormed in and slammed the door shut behind him.
Oops. I guess screwing the PA before your appointment is in bad taste.

"Mr. Jacobs," Dr. Winters growled at me through clenched teeth. I
smiled innocently.

"Dr. Winters," I said jovially. I'm still in a pretty good mood. Just
got laid, getting ready to go to LA for my fucking record deal, yeah,
I'm doing pretty good right now.

"Please don't fuck my employees. Don't fuck Sarah, the receptionist,
don't fuck Miguel, the nurse, don't fuck Latonya, the one who cleans
the fish tank and waters the fucking plants," he scream-whispered at me.
Well, I guess he's pretty much furious about my little indiscretion.
Jeez, I didn't kill anyone. Brain injury, here? I don't think I can
keep playing that card forever. Eventually people are going to see right
through that.

"Sorry, Dr. Winters. It won't happen again," I smiled and tried to
look contrite. He shook his head.

"I don't know if you are or aren't but there's a level of
professional demeanor that I expect to maintain around here and if you
can't or won't control yourself when you're in my clinic, then we
won't be able to meet," he finished his rant by wiping his brow with
his sleeve. I frowned and tried to look upset.

"I want to meet with you more than I want to fuck Sarah, or Miguel, or
Latonya," I said trying not to smile.

"Or Yao. Especially Yao," Dr. Winters snarled at me. Yeah, he's
rightly pissed off.

"Especially Yao," I nodded and agreed. Now I was smiling. He's got to
see the humor in this. Alright, there's probably no humor in this, but I
don't want to be in trouble with Dr. Winters. I've seen him pissed off
with my dad. It isn't pretty.

"Isn't Drago in the waiting room?" he hissed at me a moment later. Now
what?

"We have an agreement," I nodded and smiled some more. He squinted his
eyes at me.

"An agreement," he parroted me. "To fuck other people?" he obviously
annoyed with me. I still don't know where I came up with this bullshit
of an agreement. It excuses my bad behavior, right? Ugh. I'm even a
little annoyed with myself.

"Yeah, I know. We probably need to talk about that some more before I
uh, fuck other people," I said. I actually mean it and it seems like Dr.
Winters is aware of that because his expression changed. He looked sort
of defeated. Sorry, Dr. Winters. I'm a total asshat.

"Let's get your exam completed. I understand you need my permission to
fly?" he asked as he shook off his anger and went back to being Dr.
Winters, neurologist. Professional demeanor, indeed. I brightened
immediately.

"Yeah, my band is getting signed and we're supposed to fly out on
Friday. Oh, and I just found out on Sunday that we're leaving," I
explained. He nodded and then proceeded to examine my head. He walked all
around me and peered in my ears and eyes. The lights in my eyes really
bothered me. I started to see spots and my heart rate increased. I looked
away and closed my eyes.

"What is this?" he said, looking at the cut on the back of my head
where the beer bottle hit me. The bottle had a jagged edge that left me
with the cut Aiden and I cleaned up at the coffee shop. I was lucky it
was the blunt end of the bottle that hit me initially and that I wasn't
cut more than that.

"Oh, yeah. So I got hit with a beer bottle Saturday night. No big deal.
I was out for like a minute or something and I was able to get up and go
right after," I tried to paint the situation pretty.

"Wait, you were hit in the head with a blunt object, were somehow cut on
the back of your head, and were unconscious for at least a minute and you
didn't go to the hospital? After a major head injury six months ago?"
he asked bluntly.

"No, Dr. Winters, I didn't go because I don't like hospitals and I was
fine right afterward," I said. Upon further reflection, I think Dr.
Winters is right--I should have gone to the hospital. Even sugar coated,
Lenny's attack sounds pretty fucking bad. Dr. Winters is now rubbing my
head and using his little rubber hammer thing on my fingers, ahh, yes,
the full neurological exam. I endured the endless little hammers, the
pulling on my fingers, and the lights in every orifice. I feel pretty
good about how it went, especially since I didn't complain. I tried to
be very well behaved because of my earlier bad behavior.

"Wait here," he barked at me and stormed out of the room. I picked up
that same Sports Illustrated and looked at all of the pictures. I keep
seeing dots in front of my eyes from Dr. Winters' pen light. He told me
once that he can see my brain through my eyes. I guess he was getting a
good fucking look because I am definitely seeing spots.

I heard the door to Exam 3 slam shut. Then I could hear Dr. Winters
talking to Drago because my window was open from before.

"What happened Saturday night?" he snapped at Drago.

"Alvin played a show in Denver. This guy from another band hates him so
he hit Alvin with a bottle. Alvin was missing for a while and then he
came back and he seems pretty much like himself," Drago answered.

"Pretty much? He's not acting like himself?"

"Well, not exactly. He's a little more, uh, assertive or something,"
Drago answered. What does `assertive' mean? How am I assertive?

"Assertive or aggressive?" Dr. Winters asked.

"Both, I guess," Drago answered, sounding embarrassed.

"What happened?" Dr. Winters probed.

"Well, I don't know how to explain it exactly. I've always been, well,
the top in our relationship. And then like, I don't know," Drago
stopped.

"Go on."

"I, it's just that, I don't know...okay, so he was like giving me this
look and he kept like showing me his cock and I just felt like I wanted
to bottom for him. And he sort of made it known that he was going to fuck
me. Not like forcing me but not really taking no for an answer, either.
And it was amazing. I feel like the dynamic between us changed and he's
like in charge now. And he knows it and makes me feel sort of, submissive
to him, or something," Drago blurted out. Wow. Just wow. I don't
remember it like that at all. I thought his offer had more to do with him
getting kinky for his own sake, not because he felt like I was making him
do it. I'm totally confused.

"So he's definitely different from before the beer bottle incident?"
Dr. Winters asked. I could picture him scribbling furiously in his
notebook.

"Yeah, he's different, more self-assured, more confident, sexier,"
Drago said the last word softer. I wondered if he was boning up. God
knows I am.

"Why didn't you bring him to the hospital?"

"I don't know. I'd planned on it, but then I let him talk me out of
it. We went home and had sex instead. I'm not even sure how he did it.
He just has this forceful personality now that makes me, uh, melt,"
Drago said. He sounded so uncomfortable and so embarrassed, but I just
bet his cock is rock hard. Hell yeah. I'm gonna fuck that boy so hard. I
rubbed my cock through the gown. I'd never put my boxer briefs back on
and my cock was leaking pre like crazy. Damn and I just fucked Yao like
30 minutes ago. I swear my cock is on hard all the time anymore. It's so
fucking cool.

"Alright, I understand. I've definitely noticed a change in not just
his personality, but his countenance--or his character. He is more
aggressive and I think forceful is a good way to put it. Persuasive...yes,
I see that. He seems able to make people do what he wants easily. I'm
not sure of the science behind this," Dr. Winters paused. "From what
you're saying, he's sexually assertive or aggressive, as well?"

"Yeah. He seems to want it all the time. I'm worried, though, because I
don't think that I'm the only one he's seducing. The lead singer of
his band, Aiden, I think that he's putting the moves on him, too. And
they're going to LA this week. He's going to dump me for Aiden.
They're going to share a bedroom and with how he's acting, he'll be in
Aiden's pants by the time the plane lands. If he hasn't already been
there," Drago said. I could hear him sniffling. Awwww. I don't want him
to cry. I wanted to call out to him, to comfort him, assure him that I
only want him, but I didn't want them to know that I'd been listening.

"I can see why you'd be concerned," Dr. Winters said. He didn't tell
Drago about Yao, which I appreciated. Neither said anything for a few
minutes. I assume that Dr. Winters was still writing in his pad.

"Okay, I want you to watch these two clips of Alvin that I've queued
up. The first is from three weeks ago when you guys came in for a
check-up and the other is from about fifteen minutes ago," Dr. Winters
said. What the fuck? He's been recording me?

"Oh yeah, I remember that day. Alvin was excited because he'd played
that Walton piece Five Bagatelles," Drago said. I remembered it, too.
I'd listened to a guy play it on YouTube and then played it myself
perfectly. That's my new favorite thing to do--play a song I've only
just heard and play it flawlessly. Well, that and fucking a nice tight
hole until I nut deep inside.

I heard the video playing in the background. I was talking about playing
guitar--no big surprise there. I sounded upbeat, happy. Drago and I
chatted with Dr. Winters for quite a while before I spaced out
momentarily. I seemed to pull it together fairly quickly, so no biggie
there. Then the next video started. It was just me and it was the
conversation Dr. Winters and I had earlier. I told him about my band
getting signed and then he asked about the cut on my head. I sounded
different somehow. Angrier? More aggressive? I couldn't quite place the
quality that made me sound different.

"It's like the words he says are the same, but he says them with more,
I don't know, conviction?" Drago said. I again wondered if he was
tenting his khakis. He sounded horny. That much I could ascertain.

"Yes, that's true," Dr. Winters said seemingly deep in thought.
"There's an angry tone there, and he's certainly more aggressive. I
believe we're seeing the dominant side to his personality. Something
that was hidden previously. Possibly the most recent head injury created
an opening for his dominant side to emerge," Dr. Winters sounded like he
was talking to himself more than to Drago. Even though I heard the
difference for myself, I still didn't buy into what Winters is blabbing
about. I'm not dominant. I've always leaned toward submissive and with
Drago, I've always deferred to him.

"Yeah, I can see that," Drago agreed. "It's like he's taken charge
and I feel like I should do what he says or something," he mused.

"What do you think will happen if you don't submit to his will?" Dr.
Winters asked. Jeez. They make me sound like a monster. Drago doesn't
submit to my will!

"I guess I don't really know. I like, want to," Drago said softly.

"So his dominant personality appeals to you and you want him to take
charge?"

"Yes, I mean, yeah. I don't know why but I'm so attracted to him now.
I've always been attracted to him in a major way, but now it's like I
can't stop myself from doing anything he wants. Including letting him
top. I never thought that would happen but now that it has, I can't stop
thinking about it," Drago said, a tinge of desperation in his voice.
I'm totally at a loss here. What the fuck is Drago talking about? He
wants me to dominate him? To bend him to my will? Fuck my cock is hard
right now. This is so hot.

"Yes, I can see where this sudden authoritative transformation could
appeal to an alpha male like yourself. You're used to being in charge.
Used to telling others what to do and how to do it and having them
perform. Now that Alvin is the one in charge, you feel some relief.
Especially since you've taken charge since the accident. I'm guessing
that you want Alvin to take more responsibility for his health and that
by submitting to him, you put him back in the driver's seat. But
submission comes at a cost. Now you're concerned that Alpha Alvin will
cheat on you, lie to you. Things you never worried about before," Dr.
Winters said.

"Totally," Drago replied. I could picture him nodding his head. It was
almost like I was in the room with them. I know Drago so well. From when
we grew up together to being inseparable since the accident. But I can't
believe how much of this he's agreeing to. I'm not trying to dominate
him. Or anyone else!

"It scares me how much I love him. And his injuries are so scary. I just
want him to be okay. I'll do anything to make him better, even submit to
him," Drago said passionately. God, I love him, too. I never want him to
question my love for him. I've got to fix this.

"This will be a long, difficult process, Drago. I can't guarantee what
will happen in the end. It's quite possible he will have other
personality changes. It's possible he'll have a seizure and he could
lose part or all function. We are working with a person whose brain
injury is different than any other in recorded science. He's baffled
scientists and doctors around the world. And additional head injuries
exacerbate the initial trauma. Or are separate injuries causing their own
damage or changes. It's difficult to say before I do a more thorough
investigation," Dr. Winters said. I hope that he's able to get all of
that done by Friday. I can't wait to get out to LA! I heard the window
close and their voices were muffled now. I couldn't make out anything
else that they said. I thought about what Dr. Winters said about having
other personality changes. Or seizures. Or the ramifications of other
head injuries. He's going to have me in a helmet before long.

Dr. Winters came in and started talking to me but I was in a trance and
stared out the window.

"Alvin?" he said loudly and came and shook me by the shoulder. I knew
he was there, but I wasn't done thinking about things yet. It wasn't
that I defiantly refused to come back, it was more like there was work
left to do in my current plane. I thought about how I needed to be
careful what I say to Dr. Winters. He's getting all invasive and I'm
worried that he's going to restrict me in some way. Although, if what
he's saying is true and I'm more assertive and persuasive, maybe that
isn't too much of an issue. I finally snapped back. Dr. Winters looked
seriously upset.

"Hey," I said sheepishly. I didn't mean to upset him so much.

"What kind of event was that?" he asked angrily. I realized that he's
more pissed off about the situation than he is at me, but it still felt
like I was under attack.

"I don't know, you're the doctor," I snapped. He squinted his eyes at
me. I squinted back.

"Seriously, Alvin. Have you had that kind of, um, break before? Can you
describe it to me?" he asked. He calmed down about 5% but I realized
that he was trying so I didn't push his buttons.

"Sorry. Uh, well, I don't really recall having that kind of event
before. I could hear you and see you but I felt like I was needed on the
other, uh, plane, so to speak," I said. Trying to describe the fucked up
condition of my brain and the way it works these days isn't exactly
easy. I sort of understand it, but I can't always find the words to
explain it to others.

"I'm not sure I understand. Were you speaking to someone else on this
other plane?" he asked. I shook my head `no'.

"Huh uh," I said. "No, it's more like I can access another part of my
brain now and I can't disengage until I've got things straight," I
said, completely disregarding everything I'd just thought on the other
plane. I was supposed to keep these things quiet so that Dr. Winters
would just sign the air travel release and let me get out to LA.
Everything will be right once I get to LA. I'm going to have to keep a
tighter rein on my mouth.

"Alright, let's get Drago in here so I can discuss details and ensure
that someone is listening and taking notes," Winters went out in the
hall and came back with Drago a moment later. I smiled big at Drago. I
don't want him to worry about me while I'm in LA. I will always come
back to him, no matter what. He smiled back. I adjusted my cock under my
gown. Fuck, it's so hard. It must be obvious to both of them. Drago
rubbed his own package for a second and then sat down.

"Alvin," Dr. Winters said to get my attention. I looked and smiled.
Things are going well. "I'm going to admit you to the hospital right
now. Tomorrow you will undergo a series of tests, bloodwork, and so on to
determine the damage this latest head injury caused. I will need to
compare tomorrow's results with those from prior tests to determine the
changes in your brain and how to proceed. In the meantime, you will stay
in the hospital while we evaluate your current meds and decide if
there's a better course of treatment," he said. I nodded slowly.

"So then I'll get released on Friday so that I can fly to LA?" I
asked, still not getting what he was saying. He shook his head.

"No, Alvin. I cannot give you clearance to fly right now. Once I've
evaluated your test results and spoken to a few of the doctors consulting
on your case, I will be able to tell you when, or possibly if, you will
be able to fly again," he said. I paused and thought about what he was
saying.

"But I have to go to LA on Friday. We're meeting with the managers on
Saturday. We're signing the deal on Wednesday. We're supposed to start
recording as early as next Saturday. I'll just have to do the tests in
LA or maybe they can wait. Or maybe I'll just wait until I'm home next
time to do the tests. I feel fine, Dr. Winters," I said confidently. He
is surely mistaken. He is going to approve my air travel. Isn't he? He
doesn't look like he is. This isn't going well at all. I read this
situation wrong the whole time.

"LA will have to wait. I'm still not sure I approve of you playing live
shows as it is. The lighting effects and spotlights have been known to
cause seizures and that could be catastrophic while you're on stage. And
flying is out of the question. You need to be in the hospital where I can
monitor you and determine the extent of your brain damage," Dr. Winters
explained. He seemed tired. I get the feeling that I make him feel wore
out.

"I don't understand. What is so different that I suddenly need to be
restrained? Held hostage in a fucking hospital room? Kept from my dreams
coming true? What the fuck?" I exclaimed. So much for keeping my temper.
I can't believe this shit! I can't go to LA? Who the fuck does Winters
think he is? I'll find another doctor to give me approval. Dr. Winters
can go fuck himself.

"The most recent head injury has changed you and we need to look at
pictures of your brain to see where the damage is and if there's
anything we need to do to stop further damage. I may need to perform
surgery to remove areas that cause your seizures," he said seriously.

"I don't feel any different," I said simply. And I don't. I'm not
sure what is going on here. Why does everyone say that I'm different?
And so what? It sounds like I'm better than before anyway. Why fuck with
that?

"Just a moment," Dr. Winters stepped out of the room and returned with
a laptop. He pulled up a couple of videos. "This is you a month ago,"
he said and began playing a video of me talking about, you guessed it,
guitar. I discussed a certain technique I'd mastered and was super
excited about. It was different from the one he played for Drago. I
smiled. I remember being really psyched about learning that technique. He
stopped the video and queued up the video he'd taken of me today.

"Hey, that reminds me," I blurted out before the video started. "Since
when are you recording me?" I asked. Dr. Winters and Drago exchanged
looks and then Dr. Winters sighed. He changed the video he was going to
play.

"We've discussed this previously, Alvin," he said and then played the
video. It was me asking about being recorded. Then he changed videos
again and it was the two of us discussing me being recorded. It seems
that I've asked him about this every week or so. Why can't I remember
this? Here's video after video showing me being told I'd be recorded
and me agreeing to it and then more videos of me asking about it and
having it explained again. And now I'm asking again. Why do I have this
sinking feeling in my stomach? Why do I feel like there are other things
I don't remember? Fuck. I am going to need a helmet and a handler. I'm
going to be led around on a leash while I drool and ask stupid questions
100 times over. I nodded dejectedly. Christ. No wonder Dr. Winters seems
so worn out with my antics. And Drago just wants to make me happy. I'm a
fucking mental case.

"Okay, I see," I said quietly. I folded my hands in my lap and stared
at them. What else don't I remember? I feel like I remember everything
but that clearly isn't the truth. Why is my brain concealing things from
me? Dr. Winters pulled up the video of me from today.

"This is from today. Compare it to the first video I played. Well,
really, to any of the videos we just watched," he said and the video
began. I looked like me but I held myself differently. More confident,
like they mentioned earlier. I seemed kind of cocky, actually. Kind of an
asshole, let's be real. I was disrespectful when I spoke and kind of
condescending. Jesus. If I didn't know better, I'd say that it was a
different person up there. I was a jerk in the new video. Out of the
corner of my eye I saw Drago adjust his junk again. Fuck. Apparently
he's attracted to me when I'm a fucking prick. Now that I think about
it, Aiden is, too. This is just too fucked up.

"Turn it off," I demanded and turned away from the video. I had no idea
that's how I've been acting. No wonder I keep getting weird looks. And
no wonder guys I've never known to react that way before have suddenly
started submitting to me. I have a feeling there's a lot of anger and
sensuality going on. The combination apparently makes guys drop to their
knees or bend over for me. Hmmmm. Not a bad thing to have, really. Wait,
I'm not supposed to take advantage of this. Am I? No. Definitely not. I
need to get back to normal again. But I don't really want to. I like how
guys react to me now. Fuck. My brain is so scrambled that I don't know
what to think anymore.

"So, as I was saying, I'll admit you to the hospital tonight and we'll
begin testing in the early morning, say, 6:30AM. You'll need to fast
after dinner tomorrow, so no food or anything else, except water to take
your pills, until after the tests are done," I zoned out after that. It
took major effort to pay attention under normal circumstances and I just
don't have the strength anymore. Let Drago do the thinking for me. I
wish I had my guitar. I pictured myself playing that Walton piece. Then I
thought of another piece I enjoy playing--Libertango by Piazzolla. If I
couldn't actually play, at least I could imagine what it would feel like
to play. I'll have Drago swing by the house to get my acoustic. Maybe we
can get some dinner before we go to the hospital. Maybe we'll skip
dinner and just fuck like mad until I have to check in. Yeah, definitely
that.

"I need to wrap up a few things here and then I'll drive you over to
the hospital so we can get you settled in your room," Dr. Winters said,
collecting his gear.

"No!" I exclaimed. "Why? Drago will drive me, right, dude?" I said
looking to Drago with a hopeful smile.

"No, Alvin. I don't trust that you won't talk Drago into driving you
to LA tonight or something, so I'll take you myself. I don't want you
forgetting to go to the hospital," he said with a knowing look. Yeah. He
knows me. Although I hadn't thought of just taking off for LA like that.
Damnit. That would have been cool.

"I need my guitar. And the food at the hospital is fucking awful," I
protested weakly.

"So Drago will bring your guitar and pick up some dinner that you two
can share in your room. By then you'll be checked in and settled into
your room. You'll get your own room again. Privacy is of the utmost
concern in your case. I can't have some hack trying to steal my
intellectual property by overhearing something about your treatment,"
Dr. Winters said.

"Oh yeah, wouldn't want to interfere with your precious journal
article," I mumbled.

"That's like number 200 on my list of concerns when it comes to you
Alvin. It's just easier to have you in a room without other people
potentially interfering," Dr. Winters sighed again.

"Sorry," I mumbled again. I can't believe this. I'm not going to LA.
Dr. Winters is acting like he doesn't even want me playing in the band
anymore. This is the first I've heard about the lights triggering
seizures. Or is it? I don't even know! I feel like my brain is turning
against me. And even though Dr. Winters is trying to help, I can't help
but wonder what his true motivation is. Then again, he's probably told
me and I just can't or don't remember. I sure seem to remember things
that are important to me, but not necessarily those things that are
important about me.

I looked over at Drago. He has a concerned look on his face. I sighed and
then rubbed my eyes and forehead. He came over and wrapped those big arms
around me. I leaned into him and hugged him back.

"You're going to be fine," he murmured into my hair. "You have to be.
I don't know how I could go on without you," he said. Was that what we
were headed for? Am I going to die? Or will my brain short out and
suddenly I'm a vegetable? Or I change so completely that I'm a
different person altogether? Fuck me.

"I love you, Drago. With all of my being," I said, looking up and
catching his eye. We smiled at one another and he bent down and kissed
me. My cock never stopped standing straight up in spite of the somber
conversation. I reached out and grabbed his hand and placed it on my
cock. His eyes widened and he looked around the room. Dr. Winters had
stepped out when we started hugging. I guess he wanted to give us some
privacy. I put my hand on Drago's and pushed a little, hoping a little
encouragement would go a long way.

"We shouldn't. Not in here. He's taping us," Drago said giggling.
Regardless, he'd started rubbing my cock through the thin gown. I moaned
softly.

"Fuck him. He shouldn't be taping us without permission," I said and
then winked. Drago rolled his eyes and grinned at me.

"I can't tell if you're kidding anymore," he said. I just nodded and
then pressed lightly on his shoulders. He gave me a surprised look, but
then dropped to his knees anyway. He lifted the gown and put it over his
head. I could see him through the wide neck hole. He took my cock in his
mouth and started licking the piss hole. He really dug in and then licked
all around, cleaning up a bunch of the pre I leaked out over the past
hour. Fuck. I hope I cleaned myself up well because I was fucking Yao
like an hour ago. Drago didn't seem to notice as he buried his nose in
my pubes. Damn. He's gotten so fucking awesome at sucking cock. He can
take me whole in one breath these days. I gasped and started slowly
fucking him down the throat.

"Fuck, you are so perfect," I said as I took hold of his head and
picked up speed. "You are so fucking hot and you're mine, all mine," I
told him as I face fucked him rapidly. He couldn't respond because I was
going at it so hard and fast. "Oh fuck, I love you. And I'm gonna cum
pretty soon, Drago. I'm gonna fill you up with my cream. You love my
cream, don't you?" I said, breathing fast and pumping his mouth even
faster.

"Uh huh," Drago hummed around my cock. He held still otherwise and I
pounded into him three more times and then unloaded down his throat.

"Aaahhhhh," I groaned, throwing my head back and shot four or five
times into his mouth after the initial shot went straight to his stomach.
I tilted my head back in time to see Drago's mouth full of my cum. He
closed his mouth and swallowed and then opened his mouth to show me his
empty mouth.

"Fuck that was hot," I breathed out. He was so fucking sexy with my cum
in his mouth. I pulled him to me and stuck my tongue between his lips. We
made out for several minutes before Dr. Winters came back.

"Okay, now that you two have that out of your systems, we can get out of
here. I thought it was better for you to do that here instead of getting
caught by a nurse again," he said. I giggled and caught Drago's eye. He
looked serious at first but then couldn't help giggling, too. That nurse
was like traumatized or something after she saw us fucking last time I
was in the hospital.

Dr. Winters and Drago discussed who was going where and whatever other
details they needed to cover while I got dressed. I still had a semi.
Guess the nurses better get ready because I'm not at all done with
fucking for today. Drago took off for our place to get my guitar and some
other gear. I hope he remembers lube. Dr. Winters handed me my coat.

"I thought about making you wear your hospital gown in the car so you
wouldn't run off at the first red light," he told me as we walked out
to his car. I laughed.

"Yeah, I don't want frostbite on my junk. It's supposed to snow
tonight," I said in mock-seriousness. We both laughed.

"I am trying everything I can think of to help you Alvin. I need for you
to do everything you can, too," he said once we settled in the car. I
thought about that for a minute. I feel like I'm trying very hard
sometimes. But I can't trust my memory to tell me the truth. I don't
really know what I've been doing or not doing, as the case may be.

"I'll do my best," I said.

"That's all I can ask," Dr. Winters replied. I stared out the window
as we approached the hospital. It was already getting dark out and it was
only 4:30 in the afternoon. We were at Dr. Winters' office for a really
long time. Where did all the time go? Jesus. How many times had time
flown by lately and I wondered where it had gone? What had I forgotten
during those times? I mean, who knows what I was doing during these lost
hours. Who I was doing. Fuck. I hope I haven't been out fucking randos.
Or people I know. No wonder Drago is worried about us. I've possibly
been out fucking around with who knows who and he's so worried about me
that he doesn't say anything. I mean besides Aiden and that cop and
Yao...this isn't good. I really hope I haven't been fucking anyone else
that I don't remember.

"Dr. Winters?" I asked after the valet drove off with the car and we
waited for the elevator.

"Yes?" he said looking at me curiously.

"Do you think I've been fucking guys while I'm out, having an event or
whatever?" I asked. He looked thoughtful.

"No. I don't think so. It seems that you remember when you've had sex
with someone. I don't get the vibe that you're sticking it to randos,
if that's what you mean," he said and winked at me. Sticking it to
randos. Ha. I think he can read my mind.

"Thanks," I said. Well, I don't suppose that there's any way of
knowing for sure although my schedule is pretty tight and the lost time
is often when I'm with other people. Dr. Winters, Mom and Dad, sometimes
with the band. At least I hope that's all. I'm starting to get a bit
scared. What if I wander off or something. Or go home with some dude and
end up bound and gagged in his basement. Hmmm. I think it's more likely
that I'd tie some dude up in his basement and stuff a pair of his dirty
underwear in his mouth and then fuck the hell out of him. But, if he tied
me up I think I'd like getting fucked, so I guess it's all good no
matter who gets tied up.

Dr. Winters took me to his office at the hospital and left me there while
he took care of admitting me. I fooled around on my phone. There was a
text from Landry. I haven't texted with him in ages.

Landry: Whassup?

Me: Hospital again, u?

Landry: Are you ok?

Me: Yeah, more testing

Landry: Lame, sorry dude

Me: No worries. U home?

Landry: Yeah! Finally made it home for the weekend. U going to Malcolm's
party on Saturday?

Me: Sure, if I get out of here by then

Landry: I can't wait to c u

Me: Me, either. Missed u

Landry: Me, too

Me: What u got going tonite?

Landry: Movies with a bunch of people. Was going to see if u want to go,
but...

Me: Thanks, man. Gonna get some food and chill for a while with Drago.
Gotta be up early for the testing

Landry: Cool. U and Drago still together?

Me: Yeah

Landry: Cool.

Me: You seeing anyone?

Landry: No. Busy with school and football.

Me: Yeah, u guys suck this year!

Landry: Pretty much, but u didn't hear that from me

Me: Ha. Heard your kicker is pretty good. Hit a 49 yard field goal two
weeks ago. Too bad it was the only score

Landry: Whatever. Heard you're moving to LA

Me: Not until I can get my doctor to give me permission

Landry: Lame. When will that be?

Me: I don't know. Hopefully soon. I want to start recording ASAP

Landry: Well, if ur around, my dad needs help at the music store starting
right after Halloween.

Me: That would be cool. I'll give him a call as soon as I get out of
here

Landry: I'll let him know ur interested. I'll start working there in
mid-December after finals

Me: Nice! We'll tear it up, man

Landry: Hell yeah!

Me: Well, I've gotta go. I'm getting put in a room now

Landry: I hope to c u Saturday, lates

Me: Count on it, lates

I put away my phone and followed Dr. Winters to my new room. It is on the
same floor as his office. The room is bigger than my last one. It has a
view of the sunset over the mountains.

"I can keep a better eye on you since you'll be close by," he said as
I got undressed in the bathroom. I came out in a fresh gown and climbed
up on the bed. "Plus, the food is better, there are more channels on the
TV and the rooms are insulated better. These rooms are usually reserved
for patients that are in isolation due to their condition. Often the
nurses will be decked out in biohazard suits and masks. It will be much
quieter up here. People won't be able to hear you play unless the door
is open. But it won't be. I've given Drago and his parents permission
to see you, but otherwise you are in isolation like the other patients,"
he told me.

"Okay," I replied. "When am I getting out of here?" I asked. This
didn't sound like a quick trip.

"I'm thinking next Tuesday at the earliest," he said. The fuck you
say? Next fucking Tuesday? That's gotta be a joke. But he's not
laughing.

"Come on, Dr. Winters. That's way too long," I protested.

"These tests take time, Alvin. I need answers before I can release
you," he said rubbing his eyes. I started to zone out. Apparently
whenever confronted with something I don't like, I start to zone.
Whether I'm bored, angry, irritated--I just opt out.

"Alvin, focus on me," Dr. Winters hopped up and started flashing that
infernal pen light in my eyes. I squinted my eyes closed and shook my
head.

"Knock that off," I said and he laughed.

"Didn't want to lose you, that's all," he said. Someday I'm going to
snatch that fucking pen light and drop it in Boulder Creek. After I smash
it with a hammer.

"Well, now I'm here but I'm seeing spots. Again," I said. Drago came
busting in right after that. He had my guitar and a duffel bag full of
stuff. It looks like he's staying the night. I don't know if that's
allowed, but I really hope he's staying over. The hospital sucks without
him. The hospital sucks with him, but at least we're together.

"Hey babe," I called out. Dr. Winters stopped laughing and stood up to
leave.

"I'll be by before I leave for the night. Keep it clean, guys, and try
to get some sleep," he said and then he left closing the door tightly
behind him.

"Hey babe," Drago said and gave me a kiss. "Got us some dinner. Better
eat it while it's warm," he said pulling out a bag of food from Jack in
the Box. I like Jack in the Box, but Drago loves it. I've never seen him
eat more than when we go there. He pulled out another bag and sat at the
desk under the TV.

"Thursday night football starts in a few. Any pregame stuff on yet?" he
asked while chewing most of a cheeseburger. I've actually seen him shove
an entire cheeseburger in his mouth and eat it in one bite. This time, it
will be two bites. He's showing some restraint. Ha.

"Yeah, let's see what's on," I said and started flipping channels.
"Hey, I get HBO in here," I commented as I flipped through. I found
ESPN and we watched some pregame coverage. The Broncos are playing the
Chiefs. Fucking Chiefs. I can't believe they won the Super Bowl. And the
Broncos are still sucking it this season.

We ate and watched TV for the rest of the evening. I played some guitar
and Drago fell asleep. He has classes tomorrow, so he's leaving at 6:00
when the nurse comes to take my blood. Dr. Winters checked in around 11.
He's burning the candle at both ends, too. I'm going to be the one
keeping an eye out for the both of them instead of the other way around.

In the morning, I asked Drago about Malcolm's party.

"Yeah, it's supposed to be pretty epic. It should be bigger than the
last one. He's got two kegs and a liquor store's worth of the hard
stuff. I don't think I'll go, though," he told me.

"Why not?" I asked. It sounds like a good party. A nice warm-up for the
big Halloween party coming up in a couple of weeks.

"If you're not going, I don't want to go," he said and kissed me on
the lips. I smiled.

"Who said I'm not going?" I said with a sparkle in my eye.

"You're funny," he said and the nurse who draws my blood every morning
showed up. "I'll be back after practice. Probably around dinner. I'll
pick something up for us," he said and kissed me again real quick. I
wanted to hold him longer, but the nurse was practically tapping her foot
at us.

"Bye, see you on the flip side," I said and he laughed.

"Yeah, lates, dude," he said, grabbing his backpack and walking out the
door. The nurse drew ten vials of blood. Ten! She said she'd see me
tomorrow morning. I hate that about the hospital. They draw blood every
fucking morning at 6AM. Like anyone wants to wake up to that.

I went in for two tests in the basement. Then I had a neurological test
done with some machine on the 9th floor. Then I had like 10 minutes to
eat lunch and I was ushered off to the 3rd floor for an eye exam. As soon
as I was done with one test, there was another exam minutes later. I was
exhausted by 3:30 when I finally got back to my room.

I pulled out my phone and scanned for messages. I hadn't been able to
bring it with me during the tests and apparently God and everybody had
tried to get a hold of me. First, Aiden texted. He wanted to know what
was going on and if we were still meeting Dad today. Then it was James
asking the same thing. Then it was Jamie--and yes, he wanted to know the
same. Then it was Dad leaving a voicemail saying that he'd spoken to
Drago and that he would still meet with the rest of the band. Then it was
a voicemail from Drago saying that Dad spoke to Aiden and they were all
going to meet. I'm glad that they're still meeting without me. We need
all the help we can get.

I read through a few more messages--Drago checking in to see how I am
doing, a similar one from Mom. Drago's, I mean our, parents are so nice.
Later, there were ones from the band saying how awesome the meeting went
and how cool Dad is. I'm so happy about that. I called Aiden to check
in.

"Hey, sup?" I said when he answered. He went ballistic.

"Oh my fucking God. We thought you were dead and all you have to say to
me is `sup'?" he yelled at me. I laughed.

"Sorry man. I've been getting probed and prodded and X-rayed all day.
Hey, how'd it go with my dad?" I asked.

"It was so cool, dude. He is so fucking smart. He worked with us on a
bunch of the details and he's got some lawyer friend who's going to sit
in for you at all of our meetings next week. This couldn't have worked
out better," Aiden gushed.

"Nice! Sounds like we're almost ready to hire a manager and get that
deal signed," I said.

"Totally. The lawyer guy was really cool. We Skyped with him for like
half an hour and he's going to help hire the manager and then to
negotiate our record deal. We are super lucky to have him. Our deal is
going to rock!" he exclaimed. His enthusiasm was contagious.

"We're totally going to rock!" I said. Being out of the loop on all of
this has sucked large. I can't believe I won't be there to do all of
this. Then again, it's meetings like these that make me zone out, so
maybe it's better that I won't be there.

"You know it. Fuck, I can't believe you're in the hospital. Can I come
see you?" he asked.

"Naw, man. I'm in some weird isolation ward and can't really have
visitors. Drago and my parents are the only ones allowed," I told him.

"That sucks. Why does Drago get to see you and not me?" Aiden whined.

"He's my boyfriend, dude," I said softly. I don't want to hurt
Aiden's feelings so I need to act with some decorum here.

"So am I," he whined. Fuck. That's not what I was hoping he would say.

"Come on, man," I drawled buying some time.

"No, man. You're in the hospital and I can't even visit even though
we're in love. And Drago gets to be there because he's some premed
student or whatever. I want to come see you," Aiden said. Crap. He said
we're in love. I don't remember telling him that. Of course, who knows
what I've told him.

"Aiden, seriously, you know that Drago is my boyfriend and that what we
have will always be on the side. I do love you, but, well, I love him
more," I said. Fuck. That was lame. Talk about hurting someone's
feelings. I love you but I love him more. Wow. That was a real winner.

"Geez dude, way to fucking shit on my heart," he said. Yeah. I did
that. Now I've got to fix that.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean it that way," I said quickly. "It's just
that I don't want to string you along and make you think that there's
something going on that isn't really going on," I said. I`m talking in
circles. "Look, here's what's up and I'm pretty sure you're aware of
this," I told him. "I'm with Drago in the forever kind of way. You and
I fuck around on the side. It's fun and we love each other but we're
not in love with one another in a forever kind of way," I said hoping
that he wasn't all butt hurt from me being blunt.

"I'm in love with you, Alvin. I've fallen in love with you, and I will
always love you in a forever kind of way. Someday I hope that you see me
that way, too. Well, I'd better go now," he said and I heard the call
cut off. Fuck me! He's in love with me. Forever. James and Jamie told us
to leave it be. And I just couldn't let it be. I fucked Aiden into
loving me. This isn't going to end well.

I sat and stared at my phone. I didn't know if I should call Aiden back
or text him or what. Thankfully, I didn't have to decide because I fell
asleep. I woke up around 7:30 when Drago came back. He brought a huge
pizza! Yay. I don't think I could have taken another night of Jack in
the Crack.

"What kind of pizza is it?" I asked, rubbing my hands together.

"Well, hello Drago. How are you? How was your day? You look well. Sounds
like you had a hard practice. Why don't you sit down and I'll get us
some pizza," he said sarcastically mocking me.

"Sorry. Hi, Drago. You look handsome today. How are you? How were your
classes? Was it a hard practice? Sit down and I'll serve up the pizza
you so generously brought for us," I said hopping out of bed. I
maneuvered the IV stand over to the desk under the TV and opened the
pizza box while Drago sank into the chair by my bed. It was pepperoni and
black olive--my favorite. Drago loves supreme pizzas with every topping
known to humans on top, but he brought me my favorite instead. I love him
so much. I went over and kissed his head and whispered `thanks' into
his hair. He smiled a tired smile.

"Today was such a fucking shit show," he said. I took over a plate with
half the pizza on it. He started shoveling pizza into his face while he
told me about his day. "So," he chewed and swallowed, "there was a
bomb threat on campus during Calculus and we couldn't leave until we got
the all-clear. Once that was done, I had to run across campus to get to
Biology on time. I just made it but I was coated in snow. I was freezing
by the time class got out because the snow melted and soaked through my
clothes. I had to do biology lab in my wet clothes by myself since my lab
partner was out sick today. When I finally got out of Bio lab, I went to
the truck and discovered that someone egged it!" he said and took
another bite of pizza and presumably breathed. His day did sound like a
shit show.

"What? Someone egged the truck?" I asked incredulously. Frankly, I'm
not surprised. There are a bunch of environmental do-gooders on campus
that have made remarks in the past about how his truck uses too much gas
and is bad for the environment. One day they went on and on about how
unfair members of labor unions are treated and that buying a vehicle
supports the establishment, blah blah blah. We all can't ride bicycles
and only eat things without faces.

"Yeah, some losers from the Environmental Club thought that they would
go after my truck because I'm on the football team and my truck
symbolizes everything that is wrong on college campuses. I don't know
how they get that, but I had to go to practice so there wasn't anything
I could do about it. When I got to practice, I told Coach Hanners what
had happened and he told me I needed to get the truck to a professional
car wash to get the egg off ASAP or it might ruin the paint. So then I
drove over to this car wash place and they got to work on it. Malcolm
came and picked me up and I had to do laps to make up for the practice I
missed. That sucked so bad. I hate running laps so much," he told me and
then ate another piece of pizza in one bite. His eating habits are so
gross. I keep thinking that I will get used to watching him eat, but it
hasn't happened yet. I can't imagine what it must be like when the
whole team eats together. Gross wouldn't begin to cover that
experience.

"Oh shit," I said and took a bite of pizza. I was on my second piece.
Like a normal person, ha.

"Yeah, so then Malcolm took me over to pick up the truck. They weren't
done yet, so I had to sit there and wait. I forgot my Biology book, so I
just did Calculus until I couldn't take it anymore. They finally brought
me my keys and I got out of there. Then I had to go home and Dad talked
my ear off about the band and all that crap and then I finally left and
picked up the pizza, and here I am," he said. He did look exhausted. His
day sounded pretty fucking lame. Maybe it wasn't too bad being shuffled
from one brain scan to the next.

"Well, I'm really glad you're here. Everything is better with
you--even boring-ass hospital rooms," I said and smiled. He smiled
back.

"I'm glad I'm here, too. It's the only place I want to be," he said
and shoved the last bite of pizza in his mouth. He'd successfully eaten
half of an extra-large pizza in less than 10 minutes. Wow. I think I may
have lost my appetite. Alright, probably not. I see him looking at my
plate. "Hey, man, you gonna finish that?" he asked, seeing I had two
pieces left. I moved my plate closer to me.

"Yeah, I'm gonna finish," I said. He looked sad and started looking
around.

"Did they bring you dinner yet?" he asked. Awww. He's so cute and
hungry.

"Naw, I'll call them and see what they can bring us to eat," I said
and called the nurses' station. A few minutes later the nurse brought in
peanut butter crackers, sandwiches, and a couple pieces of chocolate
cake.

"Sorry, our pantry is pretty wiped out today, but we had some cake left
over from Nurse Lattimore's party this afternoon, so I brought some of
that for you guys. If you want, you can order food up to the nurses'
station and we'll accept it for you since the delivery guys can't come
directly to your room," she told us and handed Drago a handful of
delivery menus.

"Thanks," he said, already reading the first one--Chinese. I guess
pizza was the appetizer.

"Thank you," I said and she left. I shoved all of the food she brought
in Drago's direction and he ate that while he waited for his Chinese
delivery.

Dr. Winters showed up around 9:30. He didn't have much news. He told us
he was going over test results and comparing them to previous results. He
and Drago had an in depth discussion about a bunch of medical baloney
that meant not a lot to me. I knew it was about me, but I couldn't focus
on the details. Too boring and too many big words that I didn't know.
Thank God Drago knows what the fuck is going on. And that Dr. Winters has
taken him under his wing and is teaching him all of this neurology stuff.
It ultimately helps me, but Drago will be so far ahead of the curve when
he gets to medical school. Dr. Winters has already mentioned his alma
mater as a potential school for Drago to attend--USC. Which would be
fortuitous if I'm based in LA. If I ever get to LA.

###

Thursday was just a blur. I had more tests and had to take a bunch of
medications to help the test results show up better or some crapping
thing. I wasn't really listening. I slept when I wasn't being tested
for something. I don't know what was in those meds, but all I want to do
is sleep. When Drago showed up after practice, I was already out for the
night. He told me the next day that he ate my hospital dinner and then
bailed home to shower and sleep in our bed. He came back at 6 while I was
getting my blood draw so we could talk and he ate breakfast. I can't
believe it's already Friday.

Aiden finally called. I'd talked to James and Jamie yesterday although I
don't really remember what was said because I was so out of it.

"Hey," I said softly. Today's the day they are flying out to LA. I'm
jealous but I don't want to mar their adventure.

"Hey," he said back. We were quiet for a minute. "I don't want to go
without you. I think I'll just stay here until you can go," he blurted
out. I almost laughed.

"That's ridiculous. You have to go. I'll be out as soon as Dr. Winters
gets off his ass and clears me to fly," I said.

"No, I think I'll wait. Maybe he'd let me drive you out there and then
we'd have a car in LA. I've heard that it's a car city and we'll
definitely need one," he said.

"I don't think he's going to let me drive out, either. Not yet
anyway," I said. He sighed.

"This is so lame."

"I know. But I should be cleared to fly by January. Dr. Winters said
that it wouldn't be before that, but we'd reevaluate after the new
year. I'm hopeful that I'll be in LA before the end of January," I
told him.

"That's cool. Maybe I can get home at Christmas so we can see each
other," he said.

"Yeah, that sounds awesome, dude," I said back. "We'll talk every day
and Skype and stuff. Plus we can text so it won't be that bad," I
continued.

"Yeah, totally, Skype and text," he said, although he didn't sound too
cheered up.

"I'll miss you," I said. I didn't mean to say it so longingly, but it
came out that way. I will miss Aiden. He's my best friend after Drago.
And my bandmate. And my fuckbuddy. I've got to get better so that I can
get on with my life. I feel like I'm in some kind of holding pattern
where my head injury keeps me from doing what I want, no, what I need to
do.

"I'll miss you so much. I can't believe we went from sharing a room to
being separated for months. I just want to be with you all the time, is
that so much to ask?" he asked and laughed a little. I laughed, too.

"No, it's not too much to ask," I replied. Fuck, why can't I stop
leading him on? "We'll make it work," I said.

"I love you," he whispered. I paused.

"I love you, too," I whispered back. Well, I am terrible at keeping
boundaries with him. What is wrong with me? I love you, too? That's like
the worst possible thing to say and yet it just popped right out of my
mouth.

"I'll text you when I get to our apartment," Aiden said and I knew
that his airplane must be arriving at the gate.

"I'll be here," I said and we laughed again.

"I love you," he said one more time and then the call cut off. Fuck.
What am I going to do about all that? I guess I have a couple of months
to figure that out.

Drago showed up at 7:30 with KFC this time. Thankfully. The hospital
dinner was lasagna. Even up here in the expensive rooms lasagna is the
worst meal they serve.

We ate and Drago told me about his day. This one was much better than
Wednesday. No eggs and no laps and it didn't snow. I'm still a little
bit jealous hearing about school. It doesn't look like I'm going to go
in the spring, either, and probably not at all depending on how our
record deal goes. I can't help but feel like I'm missing out.

Dr. Winters came in and talked about my test results. There were
anomalies and things that he hadn't expected so he was going to retest
me and had already scheduled another CT scan. By now, I knew that was the
big donut-shaped machine. I was starting to wonder if all the radiation
from all of these X-ray machines was frying my brain more than the head
injuries. This is what I thought about while he and Drago discussed my
situation.

"Am I still getting out of here on Tuesday?" I asked when they finally
brought me back into the conversation.

"I'm not sure," Dr. Winters said. That means no.

"So when?" I asked. I have a serious case of cabin fever. I have to go
down to the sixth floor to walk around since I can't walk on the
isolation floor and I am sick of being asked if I am lost. I'm sick of
fast food and I'm sick of having tests on my head. I just want to go
home.

"Maybe Thursday. I don't like your blood work so I want to try a new
combination of medications and see if we can get better results for your
epilepsy. And I'm also waiting on a colleague from Japan to review your
case. He may have some insight to help with your `events,' as you call
them," Dr. Winters said. Thursday? Fuck that. I'm not going to make it
that long.

"Can I go home for the weekend and come back on Monday?" I asked.

"No, sorry," he said. Yeah, I didn't think that was going to work. I
laid back and stared at the TV while Drago and Dr. Winters finished their
conversation. I didn't hear anything that interested me, so I just
nodded when they looked in my direction. I said goodbye when Dr. Winters
left.

"I can't take it dude. I've gotta get out of here," I told Drago. He
laughed.

"Yeah, that's not going to happen," he said. I groaned.

"I'm so bored. And horny," I told him, groping my package. He grinned.

"We can fix that," he said and he leaned over and pressed his face into
my junk. He breathed in and moaned. "You smell horny," he said. I
thrust my hips up slightly to press into his face. He pulled my hospital
gown back and breathed in again. "Mmmmm," he moaned. He slowly stroked
my cock and licked all around the base. I spread my legs and lifted my
hips up and he bathed my balls and sucked them into his mouth one at a
time.

"Fuck yeah," I rasped out as he licked down my perineum and touched my
hole with the tip of his tongue. My legs spread even further and I thrust
up as much as I could and he started eating out my ass. He pushed a
finger inside of me and I moaned loudly. He finger fucked me, rubbing
against my prostate. My hard cock leaked pre like crazy. Drago entered
another finger and my hips bucked up involuntarily.

"Damn," Drago laughed. You're gonna throw me off the bed if you keep
doing that," he said, pumping his fingers in and out of me. I smiled and
thrust against his hand trying to get him deeper inside of me. He climbed
off the bed and stripped off his clothes. His cock was hard and leaking,
too. He adjusted the bed so that it was flat and got on top of me. He
spit in his hand a couple of times and another couple on my hole. He
pushed his cockhead against my entrance. I took a few deep breaths and
did my best to relax. We don't often do it without lube and his cock is
so fucking big that it takes a while for the head to pop inside of me.
Drago reached down and rubbed my hole all around his cockhead. I gasped
when the head eventually did bust through my ring.

"Aaaahhhh," I cried out. The pain and pleasure moments that dominate my
being before the pleasure takes over always confuse me. I kind of like
how it feels when it hurts. I think in another life I was a pain pig
because it makes my dick so fucking hard when I am in the exquisite pain
of having a huge cock penetrate me. Drago kept driving into me. He loves
to punch that thick eight inches inside of me hard and fast, not caring
if I can take it or not. And I can take it. I want it harder and faster.

"You like that big cock in your pussy?" Drago asked with a sneer. God I
love when he's in one of his hard-fucking moods. No making love, nothing
soft and cuddly, no, he's going to pound my pussy to a pulp and I'm
going to cum all over myself while he does it.

"Yeah, babe, fuck me rough," I panted out. He picked up the pace and
slammed his hips into me. The pain was almost gone but he'd bottom out
inside of me every so often and I'd cry out. But my cock just oozed pre
and it practically hurt from being so hard. Drago grunted with every
thrust giving me the pounding of my life.

"I'm gonna fuck you inside out, boy," he growled at me and somehow
pumped into me even harder. I whimpered and moaned and grunted with him
as he fucked me. He slowed down and bent my knees to my chest and then
went back to the breakneck pace from before. He slapped my ass several
times.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck," came pouring out of my mouth. He grinned
evilly and slapped my ass a few more times. I grabbed my ankles and held
my ass up.

"I'm gonna breed you bitch. I'm gonna fill you full of my seed,"
Drago growled a couple minutes later. He pounded into me over and over,
his hips slapping against mine. I reached down and started stroking my
cock as fast as I could. At first I tried to match his pace, but it just
wasn't fast enough. My hand was a blur as I jerked my cock and he
slammed into my pussy.

"Fill me full of your cum," I begged. "Make me your bitch. I want your
seed so bad," I cried out and then I came all over my own chest. Cum
dripped down my chest, over my nips, and past my neck onto the bed below
me. I squeezed Drago's cock inside of me as my orgasm subsided and he
roared.

"Here it comes, take my load, take it all in your cunt," he yelled as
he achieved his own orgasm. I could feel his cock twitch as it shot jet
after jet deep inside my hole. He stopped moving for a few moments and
then started thrusting inside of me again. He kept at it for another five
minutes but then slowed down and pulled out. He leaned down and we
kissed.

"Oh, fuck, I needed that so much," I moaned.

"You're not the only one," he said. We kissed some more. Fuck I love
his lips. They are so red against his light skin. We stared into one
another's eyes. "I love you so fucking much, Alvin," he said.

"I love you so fucking much, Drago," I replied. We kissed again. His
tongue probed my mouth and we flicked the tips of our tongues together.
After we made out for a while, Drago got up and pulled me up to my feet.
We got in the big walk-in shower and washed off our sex. He leaned down
so I could wash his hair and then I scrubbed his body.

After I finished, he washed my hair and body. Intimate moments like these
make me feel this connection to Drago that I know I'll never have with
anyone else. We are so tightly bound to one another. In a way, it makes
me think that I'm a total fuck-up for even considering sticking my dick
in another guy. I mean, how could I fuck around on this perfect specimen
of man? The man I am bound to for a lifetime? Then I think to myself that
because we're so clearly meant for one another, it doesn't matter if I
stick my dick in other guys. Nothing can break Drago and me apart, even
if I fuck other guys--it doesn't matter because Drago and I are meant to
be. And as much as I despise the thought, he could fuck other guys and it
wouldn't matter. I seriously don't want him to, which is so completely
hypocritical of me, but if he did I could handle it.

Drago and I got into our beds and chatted and watched TV. He dozed off
after about a half an hour. The nurses brought him a fold-up bed the
first night I arrived since Dr. Winters allowed him to stay. He sort of
hangs off of all the edges because he's so much bigger than the bed.
Although I miss sharing a bed, I'm glad he has his own bed here because
this hospital bed is so uncomfortable as it is.

I adjusted my IV and the stand to keep it out of the way as much as
possible. My phone buzzed indicating a text had come in.

Aiden: Hey! We're here at the apartment

A picture of a generic looking apartment came up next.

Me: Get naked and resend the pic

The next pic featured Aiden nude, taken in the mirrored closet doors of
what I assume is our bedroom.

Aiden: Your turn

I looked over to make sure Drago was asleep and then stroked my cock hard
quickly. I pulled away the hospital gown and took a pic of my hard dick
standing up straight from my body.

Me: Wanna go for a ride?

Aiden: Yeah, I want you bad

Another pic came in--this time of Aiden kneeling in front of the closet
doors and I could see his puckered hole.

Me: We need to switch to live chat

Aiden: Actually, I can't. The walls are so thin here and I don't want J
and J to hear us

Me: Lame. Take a pic with your finger up ur ass

Aiden: wish it was ur cock

A new picture came in of Aiden with a small pink dildo up his ass.

Me: Fuck yourself with it hard

There was a pause while he must have been fucking himself with the
dildo.

Aiden: I think that made me miss you more

Me: I'll be there soon and I will rock your fucking world

Aiden: Oh, fuck, I've gotta get off dude, Ive gotta cum

There was another pause as Aiden beat off. I casually stroked myself and
surfed some porn on my phone while I waited. It was too soon for me to
get off again, but it felt good regardless.

Aiden: That was so fucking great

Me: Glad to hear it

Aiden: I know it's late there so I'll let you go to bed, but I want you
to know that I love you

I paused. This love crap again. I've got to put a stop to this before it
gets out of hand.

Me: I love u 2

Okay. I failed. I don't want to hurt his feelings and saying `I don't
love you' in a text is pretty awful. So I'll tell him when we talk next
or in person. Yes, even I realize that I'm a chicken-shit.

Aiden: I'll text you tomorrow to let you know what's going on

Me: Cool, thanx

Aiden: luv u

Me: bye babe

I turned off my phone and plugged it in. Even after I shut off all of the
lights I couldn't fall asleep. I wanted to play guitar but Drago was
asleep and I couldn't. I thought about the party tomorrow. Drago said he
wouldn't go, but I think he should go. He's been stuck in this hospital
room almost as much as I have. Landry would be there. I've got to
convince Dr. Winters to let me go. How much of my life am I going to miss
being in a hospital room? I've spent weeks of my life in this hospital
since the accident six months ago. I'm not missing another party.

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