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

“Tickle, tickle.” He said it when I scratched at my nose.


I licked him there, on his. When he let me take the shirt from him, I draped it over his head like a veil, to lift it for a kiss, like Mary Jane kissing Spidey. I did it twice, and then again, before going back down his hairiness to where it was thickest. “I would put your hair on me,” I said. “I need more.”


“Hairy is hot,” I said looking up. “You’re hot.”


“The fuck, you say. It’d be hard to Photoshop hair, but I would if I could. Men would eat that up. Nom, nom, nom.” I pretended to, right at his crotch.


“It would be rather hard to explain how you got so hairy all of a sudden, too.” Finn got on the bed and positioned himself how I had been earlier. For photos or to fuck, I wondered.


Chapter 59