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

I thought of Finn. Maybe seeing me aroused would have made him hard, too.


Was my leg pulsating with pain and my neck nearly as sore when I spent even more time deciding exactly how much ass crack to show while trying to take an over the shoulder shot backed up to the mirror? Yup again, but I only had so much to work with, all that, biceps, triceps, quads, thick calves, and, because someone asked specifically and promised ten bucks for them, my feet. He came through, and so did someone else with another two, because he felt bad seeing the cast on my leg.


Little amounts added up. Donations had doubled since just that morning. The more risqué I got, the more I’d make.


The hint of ass crack and concealed hard-on would have to do, at least for a while, until I went full frontal and filmed myself jacking off. Finn’s cock, if I had that to play around with and post, I’d bring in big bank.


“And I wouldn’t be on Tumblr right now. Huh, Mr. Sheffield?”


Chapter 30