Chapter 4

Without even knowing he was doing it, Sam was rubbing himself against Zack’s crotch. And there was no mistaking it, Zack was hard. He was pushing up into the contact, grinding himself on Sam’s stiffness.

The doorbell rang.

“Fuck!” they both said at the same time.

It was the EMT’s.

* * * *

“Son, you still there?” Mr. Patterson asked through the phone.

“Oh, uh, yeah. Sorry.”

A doctor came into the room and approached. “Are you with Zachary Pierce?”

“Listen, Dad, I gotta go, “

“Okay, son. I love you.”

“Love you, too.” Sam snapped his cell closed and gave his full attention to the tired-looking doctor. “Is Zack going to be okay?”

“He was very lucky. The cut missed the main arteries in his wrist, so his injury is superficial.”

“Okay. Uh, what about nerve damage?”

The doctor shook his head. “The cut wasn’t very deep.”

Sam was beginning to think he’d been too hasty in calling 911.

“He’ll probably always have a scar, but it should fade some over time.”