Here Comes Trouble (Nothing Special 3)

He and Green grabbed, licked, and sucked until they’d fucked the covers off the bed, until the pillows were on the floor. Until fucking took on a life of its own. Fucked until everything was crazy, until lovemaking was long behind them and hard fucking was all they could do. Until they were fucking like beasts. Green was hard again. His hand back, flying up and down his cock, chasing that ecstasy just like Ruxs was.

“You motherfucker,” Green groaned. “Fuckin’ come.”

Then Ruxs was coming, coming harder than ever. Moaning and coming, talking to god like it was the first service on Easter Sunday. His body shook hard in that confined heat, never in his life had he felt such all-encompassing pleasure. His head throbbed along with his spurting cock. He barely registered Green’s hoarse shout, and his legs snapping ramrod straight as his cock shot one stream of pearly fluid up his chest, the rest running leisurely down his palm.

“Fuck,” he murmured against the side of Ruxs’ face. He’d come again. Twice in a matter of minutes.

Ruxs was working on not hyperventilating and slowing his breathing. He hissed as his dick slid from inside its heaven. He had a vague understanding of what was going on, his chest heaved as he crushed his lover into the soft mattress. He couldn’t put up a fight when Green pushed him off him, pushed him like he couldn’t take any more.

Ruxs chuckled with pride. “You said make you feel it tomorrow,” he panted.

“Asshole,” Green mumbled. Oh yeah. He had no doubt he’d feel that pounding the rest of the week. But damn. He couldn’t have asked for anything better. He was good and fucked-out.

At some point during their recouping they must have fallen asleep. They were both butt-naked on a bare mattress. Green could hear something ticking or knocking, he wasn’t sure. His head was fuzzy and his ass was pleasantly sore. He smiled and rolled until he bumped into the long slab of muscles snoring softly next to him. He rubbed his hand up and down Ruxs back until he finally began to stir.

Tap, tap, tap, tap.

“Yeah,” he called out groggily, his voice rough with sleep. He looked over at the clock on the nightstand. It read ten minutes after midnight.

“Um. It’s me.”

Green was more awake now. Curtis voice was soft and he was barely able to hear him.

“Are you just getting in? Cause if so you’re in big trouble,” Ruxs mumbled.

Green slapped his hand to his forehead. Well Curtis sure as hell knew about them now.

“No. I got in on time. I was um, sleeping. Can one of you take me to the hospital?”

Green was already up, yanking on his lounging pants. He flung the door open, looking Curtis up and down. “Are you okay?”

Curtis flung himself against Green’s bare chest. Holding on to him for dear life. “No. The hospital just called. My mom died.”

Please Don’t Take My Heart

They all sat in the family room of the hospital, waiting on the funeral director to come and pick up Curtis’ mom. Curtis sat in one of the chairs with his head buried in Green’s shoulder. Green had both his arms around him tightly, while he talked with Day. His lieutenants had met them there shortly after Green had brought Curtis back upstairs from viewing the body. It was only an hour until Ro, Syn, Furi, and Vicki had showed up. Everyone loved Curtis, they’d make sure he got through this. Although his mom had been fighting her kidney disease for many years, and Curtis had said his goodbyes, a child was never really prepared for their parent to die.

Vicki knelt down in front of Curtis and tried to offer him some juice and graham crackers, but he only nestled further into Green, sobbing quietly.

“It’s gonna be okay, buddy. We’re all right here for you,” Green whispered to him. Curtis didn’t move, he didn’t speak, and it was tearing Green apart. How could his wonderful night have ended like this? He silently chastised himself for being selfish. This wasn’t about him, this was about Curtis.

A stocky woman came into the room, accompanied by two of the nurses that Curtis had become very familiar with over the months his mom had been a patient on the nephrology wing. They looked uncomfortable.

Green eyed them carefully.

“I’m sorry to interrupt, but Curtis, Ms. Masters from the Department of Social Services is here to speak to you,” the timid nurse said quietly.

Ruxs stood up, crossing his arms over his large chest. God and Day did the same. They stood in front of Curtis like bodyguards.

“What about?” Ruxs demanded, his voice taking on a hard edge.

The nurses looked around nervously but Ms. Masters didn’t flinch. “Curtis,” she called a little louder, peering around all of them, seeking out Curtis’ face. Green still held him as Curtis raised his head, slowly wiping eyes.