Involved in separate accidents. Russel and Finn end up sharing a cubicle in the ER on a busy night. As the hours pass, separately and together, they face issues of life and death, human nature, addiction, perceived shortcomings, love, romance, and sexual arousal.<br><br>Both men are feeling flirty and friendly at first, until they end up in a heated argument about what feature in a man is more important, his face or his body. After some time alone to think, Russel is eager to apologize for losing his temper and to explain where he was coming from. Unfortunately, Finn never returns from surgery, leaving Russel both sorry and worried.<br><br>Is Russel’s chance to make amends really gone? What will happen if the two ever do come face to face again? Can Russel win Finn over or will the need to prove his point screw everything up again?

An Arm and a Leg

“My dad, he had a different way of waking me,” I said softly. “The wakey, wakey thing was his.”


Following a hearty inhale, I blew, hoping my breath was fresh and also strong enough to make the strands on Finn’s forehead stir. Nothing happened, so I tried again, harder this time. The sound that came with the breath left me a bit self-conscious. I swore I saw movement, though, so I did it again, with all my might, which resulted in some spit on my chin and some extra girth in my cock.


“This is the closest I’ve come to blowing a guy in…”


Buzzers and bells again, only this time just in my head. Inappropriate thought! Inappropriate thought! I decided not to go there, just in case Finn could hear me.


“Back to plan A.” I grasped the side of the curtain and gave it a gentle flick. “Tickle, tickle.” I felt the draft and caught a whiff of sterile smell they’d somehow gotten into the fabric. Did Finn?


“You did! You felt it. Tickle, tickle.”


Chapter 8