EMS Heat 06 - Red Lights and Silver Bells (7 page)

Matt said, "Last I heard, Kaleb's station was still on scene of a pretty big fire. I'm sure that's why he hasn't gotten in touch."

Dylan nodded although he felt far from appeased. While he didn't resent Kaleb for his absence, Dylan still yearned for the comfort of his lover. Right then he would have given almost anything to have Kaleb hovering over his bedside the way Matt was with Lucas.

Gladys ran a soothing hand over Dylan's cheek. "You know Kaleb would be here if he knew."

 

Dylan blinked furiously, refusing to meet any of their gazes. "Like I said, all I have is a few bruises, so it's no big deal."

 

When he hopped down from the bed, he barely held in the groan of pain. A heavy wave of nausea hit him, but he gritted his teeth and rode it out. "I'll talk to you guys later."

 

"You can't leave yet. The police still haven't taken a statement," Matt protested.

 

"There's no need for them to. I'm not pressing charges." Dylan took an experimental step forward, counting it as a victory when he didn't fall flat on his face.

 

"What do you mean you're not pressing charges?" Lucas demanded, his voice sharp with anger. "We can't let him get away with assaulting us like he did."

 

"It's a family issue, why bother to bring in the authorities for a few—"

"Bruises?" Lucas cut in, his eyes bright with fury. "Yeah, you keep saying that, but I saw the way he threw your head against the side of the rig. This went a lot farther than simple discipline. What he did to us was an assault, plain and simple."

"Fine, then you give them your statement. I have to get going since I have a shift tomorrow."

Matt shook his head. "The company already put you on sick leave until you bring in a note saying you're fit for work. Since you're leaving the hospital against medical advice, I don't see any of these docs penning that letter for you."

That caused Dylan to pause. He'd never stopped to consider that his company would bench him over this. "Am I in trouble or something?"

 

If his father made him lose his job, Dylan would never forgive him. While the pay and hours could suck, Dylan loved his career. He breathed a sigh of relief when Matt shook his head.

 

"You're not being pulled off duty as punishment. They know it's not your fault you have an ass for a father. They just want to make sure you're healthy."

 

"Oh, okay," Dylan agreed. While he was going to miss the double overtime holiday pay, he didn't mind not having to work on Christmas.

 

"There's something else you need to consider," Matt continued, his normally snarky attitude gone to be replaced by a deadly serious demeanor.

 

"What?"

"Since your dad attacked you on hospital property and damaged one of our employer's rigs in the process, it doesn't matter if you press charges or not. He's in deep shit either way. They're going to arrest him with or without your help."

"There's no way he's going to get away with it like he did last time," Gladys added.

 

Dylan froze, his heart thumping in fear. While he hoped the implication of her statement would go unnoticed, the expression of horror on Lucas's face told him otherwise.

 

A small sound of distress even passed by Lucas's parted lips as all the color drained from his face. "What does she mean by
last time
?"

Gladys lifted her chin in a stubborn gesture, showing that her wording hadn't been an accident. No, she'd known damn well what she'd been doing. A flare of anger went through Dylan, but he forced himself to stomp it down. Deep down, he realized Gladys did it out of concern and not malice. He let out a sigh of defeat as his shoulders slumped.

"This wasn't the first time he attacked me," Dylan confessed.

 

Lucas shook his head, his brow furrowed in confusion. "How many times has it happened?"

 

"Just the night he kicked me out, but it was bad. Much worse than what he did to me tonight.

 

Matt let out a foul curse while Lucas continued to study him, almost as if seeing him for the first time.

 

"Why didn't you tell me before now?"

 

Even though he knew it was lame, Dylan merely shrugged in response. "Does it matter why?"

 

"Hell yes, it does," Lucas countered, his tone rising in anger. "It seems that I'm the only one in Flint who didn't know."

 

"Not, true. I never told Matt or Hazel." As soon as those words passed his lips, Dylan knew they'd been the wrong thing to say.

 

"I'm not in the mood for smartass answers," Lucas snapped.

Dylan's own anger rose. He knew it was mostly reflexive and had nothing to do with Lucas per say, but that didn't stop him from lashing out in return. "Then maybe you shouldn't ask dumb questions."

"How is me worrying about you dumb?"

 

"Because clearly if I had wanted you to know anything about this particular topic, I would have told you all about it."

 

"Instead I have to find out from Gladys of all people? What happened to us always having each

 

other's backs?" Lucas challenged.

"In case you haven't noticed, Dad pretty much already stomped that piece of my anatomy." Dylan turned his back on his brother and slowly shuffled from the room. The entire time, he waited for Lucas to call him back so they could make amends with each other. In the end, all Dylan received was cold, stony silence.

He snorted softly to himself. Like he should have expected better from either one of them. They had come from rotten stock. Maybe it would be best for all if he and Lucas parted ways permanently before they ended up damaging each other even more.

* * * *

By the time Kaleb found out about Dylan, several hours had passed and the medic already left the hospital. Kaleb drove home as fast as possible, the entire trip still seeming to take forever. All he could focus on was that Dylan had needed him and he'd let the man down. Never mind that Kaleb was on a call and there'd been no way to reach him. He still felt as if he somehow should have known.

Once he got to their complex, he barely took the time to park his car before he raced to their apartment. The concern for Dylan had him so worked up that it took him a few times to work the key into the lock because his hands trembled so heavily. Finally he made it work and threw open the door and ran in, yelling Dylan's name.

"We're in here," Becca called.

 

Kaleb's stomach twisted at the bleakness of her voice. Then when he got a good gander at Dylan's

 

condition, Kaleb's knees grew weak.

Dylan sat on his butt in the corner of the living room. His knees were tucked tight to his chest and his head lowered in a manner of someone totally defeated. Dylan must have heard him come in, because he glanced up. Kaleb bit back a cry of denial as he saw the way his lover's eyes appeared devoid of any hope or happiness. It was almost as if someone had come along and sucked up all his will to live.

"I'm dirty again," Dylan whispered.

Kaleb glanced down at the uniform the medic wore and had to nod in agreement. Several streaks of mud and salt covered Dylan's pants and coat. Then Kaleb looked closer and had to hold in his anger. A purple bruise already had begun to develop along Dylan's jaw.

Becca was down on the ground with Dylan, her arm around his shoulders. Dylan seemed to be oblivious to her presence, almost as if he'd retreated so far into his shell that nothing could rouse him. She stared up at Kaleb, her expression clearly saying
How are we going to get him out of this funk? Is he going to be okay.

Kaleb crouched down in front of Dylan. Placing a couple fingers under Dylan's chin, Kaleb nudged the medic's head up so they could lock gazes again. "If you want, I'll help you take a shower. Then you won't feel so dirty anymore."

A flicker of emotion danced over Dylan's eyes before he finally appeared to focus on Kaleb. "I guess I'd like that," Dylan replied, dully.

Even though it wasn't the exact response he'd hoped for, Kaleb urged Dylan to his feet and ushered him down to the bathroom. Once there, he carefully stripped Dylan, taking care not to jostle his injuries. When Kaleb spotted the purple bruise in the shape of a boot print on Dylan's back, he wanted to growl with anger. Kaleb realized that would be the last thing Dylan needed so he held his emotions in check.

Once Dylan was nude, Kaleb stripped off his own clothes, then turned on the water and led Dylan into the shower. Dylan stood docile the entire time Kaleb washed him, it wasn't until Kaleb turned off the water that Dylan spoke.

"Lucas is mad at me," Dylan confessed in a whisper.

 

"Maybe, but he'll forgive you."

 

Dylan scrunched his nose up in confusion. "How can you be so sure of that?'

 

"Because Lucas is the nice one in our group," Kaleb replied simply.

 

A hint of a smile visited Dylan's lips. "I thought I was the nice one."

 

"Nah, you're the cutie of the group." Kaleb grabbed a towel and started to carefully dry Dylan off.

 

"Was it wrong of me to keep it from him?" "Maybe a little bit, but you only did it with good intentions." He wrapped the towel around Dylan's trim waist. "Are you hungry?"

 

"Yeah, you probably are, too, since you just got off work." Dylan stepped out, which gave Kaleb room to dry off his own body.

 

"How about we order a pizza?" Kaleb suggested. "Becca offered to cook, but since she's already doing the dinner for us, plus Matt and Lucas, I didn't want to take advantage."

 

"Sounds good to me. I have the whole day open tomorrow since work sidelined my ass until I bring in a doctor's note saying I'm a healthy, sound little boy."

 

A heavy weight of worry lifted from Kaleb at Dylan's remark. If he could crack jokes, then he must be feeling at least a little better.

 

Dylan frowned. "That's if Lucas even shows up tomorrow. He may just tell me to take the holidays and shove them up my ass."

 

Kaleb allowed himself a small chuckle. "I'd love to see you do that."

 

Dylan reached out and let his fingers slyly caress Kaleb's sternum. "I'm beginning to really love our nightly hygiene rituals."

 

"Someone is feeling better," Kaleb observed, a low moan rumbling in his chest when Dylan's hand began to move lower.

 

"Yes, and being in here brought back a fantasy I spent most of the day replaying in my head."

Dylan wandering fingers finally reached Kaleb's cock. He ran a thumb over the head before wrapping his hand around Kaleb's width. "What fantasy is that?" Kaleb moaned as Dylan's hand started to slowly pump up and down.

"Of you fucking my brains out while we're in the tub."

 

"But we're not in the bath," Kaleb felt compelled to point out.

 

"True, but it's close enough." Dylan took off their towels, grabbed Kaleb by the hand and led him back into the shower before turning the water on again.

 

"I hate to break it to you, brat, but we've already done it so many times in the shower, we're probably in the double digit zone."

 

"Yeah, and I want you to do me again in here." Dylan, once more, ran his thumb over the head of

Kaleb's cock. While he knew that he could have Dylan on his knees and sucking with just a few commanding words, Kaleb held back. He decided this would be all about Dylan getting his pleasure first.

"Turn around and brace your hands on the wall," Kaleb ordered.

 

When Dylan moved quickly to comply, Kaleb let out a low hum of approval as he ran his palms up Dylan's ass cheeks. "Just let me know if I hurt your injuries."

 

"I will, just so long as you promise to get on with it already," Dylan growled as he looked over his shoulder at Kaleb.

 

"You always were so impatient," Kaleb chided as he grabbed the small tube of lubricant they always kept it the shower because he hadn't been kidding when he said they did here quite often.

He slicked up his fingers, then started to run them around the tight opening of Dylan's ass. When Dylan let out another eager sound and thrust his hips back, Kaleb took the hint and slid two digits in to slowly stretch Dylan.

"God, I love the sensation of your fingers in me," Dylan panted as he fingers curled against the tile,

Kaleb curled his fingers in the specific way he knew would soon have Dylan whimpering in pleasure. Sure enough, it only took a few thrusts before Dylan began to give the most beautiful sounds. It wasn't until he'd started to let out broken sobs of pleasure and pleas for
more, more,
that Kaleb decided to give it to him.

He squirted out some lube into his hand and slicked up his cock. The entire time he felt vividly aware of the sexy way Dylan watched him with half-closed eyes. When Kaleb finally lined up his cock, Dylan basically took control by thrusting back in one, quick hard movement.

Kaleb hissed in pleasure as he found himself buried to the root inside Dylan's hot ass. "Fuck, you feel great."

 

Dylan laughed. "It's nirvana. Remember?"

Kaleb began to slowly fuck Dylan. His body screamed for a hard, fast screw, but Kaleb didn't want to risk hurting Dylan's injuries. Not that it mattered, going from the look of intense pleasure on Dylan's face, he was more than enjoying himself.

He ran a finger over the stomp mark on Dylan's back. "I'm sorry I wasn't there to protect you."

 

"You are now and that's all that matters." Dylan's head fell back against Kaleb's shoulder.

In spite of the slow pace, Kaleb could feel his own pleasure starting to crest. Still determined to come second, he reached around and started to stroke Dylan's cock. It took only a few thrusts before Dylan cried out Kaleb's name and came, his spunk painting the tile. The visual jerked Kaleb over as well and he gave one last, hard thrust before his cock filled Dylan's tight, hole.

Kaleb rested his forehead against the back of Dylan's head. They stayed that way for a while, the water beating down on them. Kaleb didn't have the will to move and Dylan seemed perfectly content to let them stay in that position.

"Can I ask a favor?" Dylan queried.

 

"After the orgasm you just gave me, you can ask for anything. I'd even buy you a damn pony."

 

Dylan gave a small chuckle. "It's nothing that extreme, I promise. I was wondering if you'd go with me to the police station tomorrow. I'm going to give them a statement about the attack."