Date: Mon, 11 May 2015 23:19:45 +0100
From: Matt Smith <matterotica@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: The Dangers of Desire - Chapter 10

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The Dangers of Desire

Chapter 10

by Matt


Nick woke almost hourly through the rest of the night. Every time, Greg was
still in place, cuddled up to him and holding on tightly. When he woke
again shortly before eight, he decided not to try and get back to
sleep. Instead he just lay watching the boy sleeping in his arms. He looked
so calm and peaceful, the polar opposite of the way he had appeared last
night, wet, shivering and scared.

Every time he thought about what had happened he felt a knot in his
stomach. Thinking about how scared Greg must have been to jump out of a
window, just to get away. Or about how the boy would have had to limp his
way there in the rain, cold and alone. As he lay there running through it
all in his mind, his sadness slowly festered into anger.

He slipped out of bed, leaving the boy laying there asleep. He quickly
dressed then put some shorts and a t-shirt at the end of the bed as he
remembered Greg was currently naked. He grabbed the wet clothes from the
floor and sneaked out of his room silently. He walked across the hallway
and opened the door to Corey's room.

"Hey Corey, wake up." he said quietly as he approached his sleeping
brother.

Corey opened his eyes, saw it was Nick and closed them again. "Fuck off,
it's too early!"

"Corey, it's important." Nick said, his tone stern enough to make Corey
open his eyes and sit up.

"What's wrong? Is it Josh?" he asked nervously.

Nick explained what had happened with Greg, everything from Tuesday night
with Warren up until his arrival last night. "I need to go and do
something. I was hoping that you might be able to keep him company if he
wakes up. I don't want him to be alone."

"Sure, no problem." Corey said with a nod.

"I left some clothes for him on the bed, but I'm gonna put this stuff in
the dryer in case he wonders where it is." Nick explained.

As Nick left Corey's room, the boy followed him. As Nick headed downstairs,
Corey crept into Nick's room and sat down beside the bed.

"Morning." George said, looking at his son in surprise. Seeing him this
early on a Sunday was strange enough, but what he was carrying seemed even
stranger. "You're doing laundry?" He chuckled to himself, but stopped when
he saw Nick's expression. "What's up?"

Nick walked over to the dryer and put Greg's clothes in, then turned back
to his Dad and asked, "Can I borrow the car?"

"What's going on?" George asked, clearly concerned.

Nick recounted the tale again, feeling himself getting more and more angry
each time he told it. When he was done explaining, his Dad picked up the
car keys from the kitchen worktop and handed them over. "You sure you
should be doing this? Will you be okay on your own?" he asked, placing a
hand on Nick's shoulder.

"No, I'll be okay, thanks. I need to do this." Nick said back with a weak
smile. He left the house, got in the car and started driving. He kept
glancing at the path, imagining Greg's terrifying walk just a few hours
earlier. It only took a couple of minutes to reach his destination and he
soon found himself standing on the doorstep, pressing the doorbell.

A minute later, nobody had answered so he rang again. He heard shouts from
inside, then a thoroughly bedraggled looking woman pulled it open, her hair
askew, eyes heavy and dark, smelling quite strongly of alcohol. "What?" she
grunted as she saw Nick.

"Mrs West? I'm a friend of Greg's." Nick said, his anger fading a little
under the weight of his nervousness.

"Ugh, whatever, he's in his room." She said, turning away and gesturing
towards the stairs.

"No he's not." Nick snapped back. Realising that the woman hadn't even
noticed her son was gone renewed the fire of his fury. "He's at my
house. He has been since one o'clock this morning!"

"Then whadda you want?" she asked gruffly, not even bothering to look
round.

"I want to talk to you, and your husband!" Nick said, following her
gingerly.

She huffed again. "Fine. VICTOR!" she yelled at the top of her voice.

"WHAT?" a man's voice shouted back from upstairs.

"GET DOWN HERE NOW YOU LAZY CUNT!" she screamed.

Nick was taken aback. He knew how Greg had described the situation, but
witnessing it first hand was something else entirely. He had at least
expected they would put on a show of decency in the presence of a
stranger. Maybe they were. Maybe this was them behaving?

A man came stomping down the stairs, Mr West, looking just as worn out as
his wife. "What the fuck did you just call me..." he started, probably
intending to end his question with a string of expletives until he saw
Nick. "Who are you?"

"My name's Nick, Mr West. I'm a friend of Greg's." Nick introduced himself,
being much more polite than he felt.

"Says he wants to 'talk' to us." Mrs West said with a smirk, adding air
quotes.

She walked into the lounge, followed by Nick, with Mr West shortly behind
him. Just inside the door was a small pile of shattered glass. Mrs West
kicked it aside with her slippered foot and flopped down into an
armchair. Mr West sat in a second armchair, then gestured towards the sofa
for Nick to sit.

"He says Greg isn't in his room, he says he's at his house!" Mrs West said
dismissively.

"What the fuck's he doing there?" Mr West snapped. "I told him he wasn't
allowed to go out."

Nick felt his fists clenching. The way Greg had told it, the man had done
more than just 'tell' him. "He turned up at my house at one am, soaked,
freezing cold and completely distraught." Nick said, barely holding his
temper in check. "He left here because he was so afraid of you two that he
didn't think he was safe." He expected some kind of big reaction, maybe
some kind of remorse, but got nothing.

"The little pussy can't even handle a bit of shouting." Mr West sniggered.

"Don't you know what you're doing to him?" Nick snapped.

"What we do in our own house is our own fucking business." Mr West snarled
back. "It's got fuck all to do with you, so keep your fucking nose out of
where it doesn't belong!" He stood up, staring angrily down at Nick.

Nick remained seated, glaring back, occasionally glancing round at Mrs
West, who had remained silent so far. "With all due respect, Mr West, what
happens between you and your wife is none of my business, but when your
behaviour starts to affect my friend, your son, the boy you're supposed to
protect, that's when it becomes my. Fucking. Business!" Nick stood, staring
down the furious-looking man.

"Who the fuck do you think you are? What are doing here?" Mr West demanded,
moving round slightly, looking more and more like he was ready to fight.

"I'm here because I thought you might actually give a crap about your son,
that if you knew how much you were scaring him you might actually start
acting like parents instead of squabbling little fucking children!" Nick
shouted at the man.

That was enough to trigger him. He lunged forward. "I'll fucking kill you!"
he yelled furiously.

Fortunately, Mrs West was quicker than she appeared, jumping in the stop
her husband from actually grabbing Nick. The boy just stared in shock at
the man's furious threats, then turned and ran out of the house. Just as he
got to the car, he saw Mrs West running after him. "Wait, please. Is he
okay?"

Nick shook his head. "No, he's not! And as long as he's afraid of walking
into his own home, he never will be!"

"He's... afraid of me?" she stammered, finally starting to show at least a
modicum of concern for her child.

"Yeah, he is, and I think he's right to be!" Nick said flatly, then got in
the car and drove home.

As soon as he walked in the door, his Dad dashed out into the hallway. All
it took was one look from him and Nick burst into tears. His Dad pulled him
into a hug. "He can't go back there." Nick said through his tears. "I'm
never letting him go near those people again!"

*****

"HOLY FUCK!" Liam yelled out excitedly as he shot his second load as Ryan
continued pounding against him from behind. Much like his first explosion,
the second had been caused entirely by Ryan's vigorous fucking, his cock
remaining untouched.

A guttural grunt from Ryan signalled he was done too and pulled out,
flopping to Liam's side. Without Ryan holding him up by the hips, Liam
collapsed onto the bed too, exhausted and still convulsing. "Oh my God."
Liam panted turning his head to look sideways at his best
friend. "Seriously... fuck!"

"Get over it." Ryan said dismissively, staring up at the ceiling.

Liam shuddered and convulsed as the last ripples of pleasure shot through
him. He was drenched with sweat, his heart pounding, struggling to catch
his breath. "It's a good thing... we don't do that... more often." he
panted. Ryan looked round at him questioningly. "A week of that and I doubt
I'd ever be able to walk again."

"Fuck off." Ryan said, punching Liam's arm before returning his gaze to the
ceiling, a hand absent-mindedly sliding up and down his naked body,
following the bumps and lines of his muscles.

"Not that I'm complaining, but is there any reason for the sudden visit?"
Liam asked, remembering how Ryan had just turned up at his door an hour
before and ripped his clothes off.

"Bad date, total cock tease, just needed some release." Ryan said with a
shrug.

"Remind me to hook you up with more cock teases!" Liam chuckled, finally
catching his breath. He attempted to turn over but his limbs still felt
weak so he remained in place.

Ryan said nothing but punched Liam again. A couple of minutes later, Liam's
attempt to turn over was successful, flopping over onto his back, his arm
and leg pressing against Ryan's. The bigger man edged away slightly.

"Hey, when we do it, do you ever want to... kiss?" Liam asked cautiously.

"Kiss you? No fucking way. Never have, never will. There's a reason we do
it doggy style, I don't even like to look at you!" Ryan said back sharply.

Liam scoffed. "Well thanks, that's always nice to hear." Liam said with a
disheartened sigh.

"Don't be a girl. You know what I mean." Ryan said back just as
curtly. "It's just sex. I need to cum, you like getting fucked, we both get
what we want. Anyway, why? Does Liam want a kiss?" he teased.

"God no." Liam said back honestly. "It's just... I was doing it with Josh
the other day and he wanted to kiss. He doesn't usually. Just made me
think. That's all."

"Yeah, well he's gay, isn't he!" Ryan said, sitting and reaching for his
clothes.

"He's bi." Liam replied defensively.

Ryan rolled his eyes. "He's got a boyfriend. He's gay! That's why he likes
all that kissing crap. He actually likes guys, he doesn't just fuck them."

Liam sat up and watched Ryan starting to dress. "So that's the difference
between gay and straight? Kissing?" he asked incredulously.

"Fuck, I don't know. I just came round for a fuck, not to debate the nature
of human sexuality." Ryan huffed as he pulled his shirt back on.

"Miserable git." Liam muttered, flopping back down on the bed. He reached
out and grabbed his phone and after looking at it, sat back up and said,
"Hey, looks like Dale's having a birthday party Friday night."

"Cool." Ryan said as he pulled on his jeans.

"Oh, you... might not want to come though." Liam said as he read the rest
of the message.

"What? Why not?" Ryan asked, shooting Liam a puzzled look.

Liam smiled and took a deep breath, wondering how best to explain
it. "Well... I think most of the entertainment for the night is going to
be... pretty gay!"

"Ugh." Ryan huffed, turning away. "I need more straight friends."

*****

Greg woke with a start, looking round nervously as he took a few moments to
remember where he was. Realising he was alone in bed, he called out,
"Nick?"

"He's not here." Corey replied from the desk chair across the room.

"Corey?" Greg mumbled wearily.

"Hey dude." he replied with a kind smile.

Greg threw back the covers to get out of bed, but remembered he was
naked. Blushing, he pulled them back over and glanced at Corey. The boy
pointed to the end of the bed. "Nick left you some stuff to wear there." As
Greg pulled the shorts on under the covers, Corey went on. "He put your
stuff in the dryer before he went out."

Pulling the t-shirt on over his head, Greg paused for a moment, breathing
in as the fabric passed over his face. It smelled like Nick. He wondered
when he had actually noticed what Nick smelled like, but didn't linger on
the thought, instead letting the scent send a ripple of comfort through
him. As his head popped through the neck hole, he looked to Corey again and
asked, "Where's he gone?"

Corey shrugged. "No idea. Just said he had to do something." Seeing how sad
the older boy looked, Corey got up from his seat and walked across the
room, taking a seat on the side of the bed. "How you doing?"

"What did Nick tell you?" Greg asked, wondering how much he might have to
explain.

"Pretty much everything. Sounds pretty rough." Corey said sympathetically.

Greg just nodded, swinging his legs round off the bed to sit alongside
Corey.

"It'll be okay, ya know." Corey said reassuringly. "Nick'll make sure of
that."

Greg nodded again. "Yeah, he's pretty cool."

"Yeah, I suppose he is." Corey said, thinking about his brother. "Obviously
not as cool as me, but he's not bad."

"Obviously!" Greg agreed with a chuckle. It felt weird to laugh when he was
feeling so low, but the boy just managed to bring it out of him. He looked
round at the Corey and said, "You're all pretty cool actually. You, Nick
and Josh. You're all lucky, having two great brothers."

Now it was Corey's turn to chuckle. "Believe me, it's not all good. When we
were younger, we hated each other. They were totally annoying. I s'pose I
was too."

"I'd rather be annoyed than lonely." Greg said, looking down at the
ground. Corey's laughing immediately stopped. "Sorry. I don't mean to be
such a downer." Greg added.

"It's okay. I know how to cheer you up. Have a brother. Go on, pick
one. Who d'you want, Nick or Josh? No charge! Just take 'em." Corey joked
with a cheeky grin.

Greg looked round at him smiling. "Actually, I think I'll have you. I
always wanted a little brother."

Corey jumped off the bed and stood up. "Little? I'm taller than you!"

Greg jumped up to compare, being careful to avoid putting too much weight
on his injured foot. It was close, but the younger boy was clearly
taller. Greg pouted and said, "Fine, but you're a year younger than me!"

"Ten months!" Corey said back defensively.

"Geez, do you always have to be right? Can I change my mind? I'll take
Nick!" Greg said, faking annoyance.

"Sorry, too late big bro. I'm all yours now!" Corey teased. He grabbed Greg
and pulled him onto the bed, the two boys wrestling for a few minutes.

"I said keep him company, not keep him restrained!" Nick called out, seeing
Corey gripping onto Greg. The two boys stopped and looked over to see him
standing in the doorway.

Corey released his grip, allowing the boy to climb off the bed and stand
up. He tried to walk over to Nick, but yelled with pain when he put any
weight on his left foot. Nick dashed over to him instead, pulled the boy
into a hug and asked, "You okay?"

"I am now." Greg whispered back. "Where did you go?"

Nick looked at him guiltily. "I went to see your parents."

"What?!" Greg replied, looking terrified. "Why? Why would you do that?"

"I should go..." Corey said nervously, getting off the bed and dashing out
of the room.

"Why? Why do you think? You jumped out of a first floor window in the
middle of the night, that's why!" Nick snapped back, sounding harsher than
he had intended. He took a breath and added, "Sorry, sorry, I didn't mean
to snap. It's just... if you had seen the state you were in last night... I
was so angry I had to... I had to do something, anything!"

Greg raised his hands to cover his face, his breathing coming out as heavy
hisses between his fingers. Dropping them again, he glared at Nick. "All
you've done is make it worse. Now they'll have something else to be pissed
at me about!"

"What? No." Nick insisted. He reached up and took hold of the boy's
shoulders, amazed that the boy was even thinking about it. "You're not
going back there."

"Of course I am. It's my home." Greg replied dejectedly.

Nick shook his head. "Greg... you can't."

"I have to. It's home. It's... they're... they're all I've got." Greg
stammered, eyes filling with tears.

"No they're not." Nick insisted. "You've got me, you've got Warren and Sam,
there's Corey and my parents..."

"You told your parents?" Greg demanded, eyes wide with fear, stepping back
and wincing with pain.

Nick nodded. "I had to, Greg."

"No, I came to you because I thought I could trust you and that you could
keep a secret." Greg snapped angrily.

Nick reached out and attempted to stroke the boy's arm, but he pulled
away. " This isn't something that should even BE a secret. I know it can't
be nice having other people know, but you've got nothing to be ashamed of."

"It's not that." Greg said frustratedly. He turned from Nick, rubbed his
hands through his hair and turned back. "They'll just tell the police or
social services that I'm in danger and I know what happens then. I get
taken away somewhere and put in some temporary home with strangers who'll
just treat me even worse. That's what they do to kids who snitch!"

"Wait, Greg, who told you that?" Nick asked, walking over to the boy
looking him in the eye.

"My Dad." Greg answered, breathing heavily and looking back at
Nick. "They're gonna take me away. I'm gonna be all on my own again."

Nick raised a hand and placed it on the boy's cheek, allowing his thumb to
gently stroke his cheek. "Greg, listen to me, your Dad... I think he was
just trying to scare you into keeping quiet because that's not how it works
at all. Look, when I was younger, my parents used to foster kids who had to
be taken out of bad situations. Most of them were never with us for more
than a few weeks, but when they were here, they were part of our
family. That's what it's like. They don't do it to punish you for telling,
they do it to protect you."

As Nick spoke, Greg closed his eyes, pressing his cheek against the older
boy's hand.

"Greg, I can't guarantee you exactly what's going to happen." Nick
continued. "But I can make you a promise you that whatever happens,
wherever you go, I will always, always be here for you."

Greg opened his eyes, smiled through the tears and let Nick pull him into a
hug.

*****

"Hey, looks like Liam's on for Friday night." Josh called out from the
lounge, reading a text message from his friend. "And Ryan's definitely
not!" Josh laughed as he imagined Ryan's reaction to the invitation.

"Cool, well that currently makes it a threesome. We could call it quits at
that and just enjoy Liam for the night." Dale said, walking in from the
kitchen.

"Give it up, you already agreed to the party. It's happening!" Josh said,
frustrated at the repeated attempts to get out of it.

"Fine." Dale said miserably, taking a seat beside Josh who continued
looking at his phone. As Josh read a different message, his smile dropped
away. "What's up?" Dale asked.

"Corey's on his way over. D'you mind if he spends the day here?" Josh
requested.

Dale shrugged. "Yeah, no problem. What's going on?"

"I'm not really sure. Something seems to have happened with Warren's
friend, Greg. For some reason, he's at my parents' house. Corey said he'll
explain when he gets here." Josh explained, as confused as he was
worried. "Ya know, he wasn't himself yesterday at the match. I wonder if I
could have done more."

Dale reached out and rubbed his boyfriend's leg gently. "Don't start
thinking like that, you'll only make yourself feel worse. Besides, you've
had plenty of your own problems to think about."

"Yeah, I s'pose." Josh nodded, but couldn't shake the feeling he should
have been more attentive with the boy the previous day.

"Actually, I was thinking about your... issues this morning and I may have
an idea." Dale said, happy to have something to distract Josh. "I know a
big part of what's up is the sex side of it, the whole subbing thing,
so.... why don't we find you a new master!"

Josh's mind was blown. He had always loved Dale for his willingness to
embrace an open relationship, but this was a whole new level. Was he
actually going to help find another guy for Josh to have sex with? To be
subservient to? Once again Dale was sitting there proving how wonderful he
was. Best boyfriend ever? Josh figured it was a distinct possibility.

After the initial burst of affection from Dale came a whole host of other
feelings. Fear of the unknown, anticipation of what a new master might
bring, excitement at the thought of getting orders again, nervousness at
what new humiliations might await him.

"That... could be awesome!" Josh said, shuddering slightly from the thought
of it.

Before they had time to start making any plans, Corey arrived. Once he was
settled in, he filled them in on all the details about what had happened.

"Fuck. Poor kid." Dale said, shaking his head.

"Yeah." Corey said sadly followed by a heavy sigh.

"So what are they doing now?" Josh asked. Dale could see Josh still felt a
little guilty about not probing further into Greg's problems the day
before, so he sidled closer and put an arm around him.

"Mum's worried he may have broken a bone or something in his foot, you know
what she's like! So they're taking him to the hospital to get him checked
out. Dad and Nick are going with them, but Dad says he's gonna contact
social services while they're there. They figured there'd be a lot of stuff
going on and that maybe it'd be best if I wasn't around." Corey
explained. "So you get the pleasure of my company for the day." he added,
putting on a clearly forced smile.

"You know we're always happy to have you." Dale said back, squeezing Josh
gently.

"Actually it's a good thing you're here. I wanted to talk to you about this
guy's birthday party." Josh said, gesturing at Dale. "We'd like you to
come, but I'm not sure you'll want to."

"Why not?" Corey asked frowning and looking back and forth between the two
men.

"Well we were thinking that some of it may get a little bit..." Josh
started, then struggled to think how best to describe it.

"Gay?" Dale suggested.

Josh shrugged and nodded. "Not exactly how I'd have put it, but yeah. Lots
of that sort of stuff. I know you've done things like that before, but I
know it's not really your thing any more. I thought I'd mention it anyway
so you can decide for yourself. I didn't want to not invite you and have
you feel left out, but at the same time I didn't want you to turn up and
feel obliged to do stuff you're not comfortable with."

Corey nodded, looking thoughtful for a moment, appreciating his big
brother's obvious concern for him. "Okay, I'll think about it." he said
with a now-genuine smile.

*****

"I really don't think this is necessary." Greg insisted as he sat in the
waiting room alongside Nick's Mum.

"Don't be silly, you can barely walk." she insisted, looking round at the
boy disapprovingly.

"Fine." Greg said, pouting a little. He stared at the ground for a moment,
then looked round at the woman beside him. "Thanks, by the way, Mrs
McKenzie, for all of this."

She smiled warmly and said, "Call me Pippa. And you're more than welcome."
She reached round and put an arm around the boy's shoulders, then looked
across the waiting area to where George and Nick were talking to a couple
of members of staff.

"What's going to happen with my parents?" Greg asked quietly.

"It's been a while since we were involved in this sort of thing and I know
things have changed, so I can't say for sure. I expect a social worker will
have to go and see them, look into what's been happening and determine if
it's safe for you to go back there." Pippa answered honestly.

"So I might be able to go back?" the boy asked, eyes fixed on the ground.

"Do you... want to go back?" Pippa asked.

"Yes... No... I don't know." Greg mumbled. "It's home. It sucks but it's
home. If I don't, what'll happen to me?"

Pippa shook her head. "I'm not completely sure. They'll have to find
somewhere else for you to go, but don't worry, they'll make sure it's
somewhere you'll be welcome and safe. I know this is all scary, but I
promise everything they do is to look after you."

Greg looked round at her and smiled weakly. "Thanks."

A few moments later, Nick and his Dad walked over, sitting opposite
them. "Everything okay?" Pippa asked, raising her eyebrows at her husband
as she spoke.

He nodded back to her knowingly. "Yeah, all sorted."

It was clear they just didn't want to say too much in front of Greg, they
could both see he was barely holding on. Nick was just about to get up and
move next to Greg when a man walked over.

"Greg, I'm Simon. Are you okay to come in so I can take a look at your
foot?" the man said, smiling warmly. When the boy looked up at him, he
added, "Would you like someone to come in with you?"

Nervously Greg looked up at Nick who smiled back and stood up. "Come on
bud, let's get you in." He helped Greg stand.

"Didn't they offer you a wheelchair?" Simon asked, frowning and looking
over at the reception.

"They did." Nick said quickly. "But tough guy here said he could manage!"
He gave Greg's arm a gentle nudge

"Sod off." Greg said, blushing and glaring at Nick.

Simon just smiled at the exchange then started leading the two boys towards
the long rows of curtained cubicles. Most of the cubicles were occupied,
some with curtains closed and others open with people laying on the
beds. Pippa and George followed, but stayed outside the cubicle as the
other three went inside and pulled the curtain closed.

"Okay, if you could just slip your shoes and socks off please Greg." Simon
requested as he took a seat on the bed.

Greg kept looking nervously at Nick. The older boy couldn't help smirking
at Greg's reaction. It was getting more and more obvious that his nerves
were down to his medical fantasy he had confessed a couple of days
before. It helped that Simon was quite an attractive young man. He was in
his mid-to-late twenties with short blonde hair parted to one side and
powder blue eyes behind black-framed glasses. The glasses and general
appearance, coupled with the hospital uniform and stethoscope around his
neck virtually made him the walking embodiment of the term 'sexy
geek'. Nick was actually a little jealous that Greg was the one being
examined.

Greg looked distinctly less happy about it as he pulled off his footwear,
wincing slightly as he pulled the shoe off of his injured, swollen foot. As
Greg dropped his shoes and socks to the floor, Simon pulled on a pair of
latex gloves and began examining the boy's foot. He tried to slide the leg
of his jeans up a little, but couldn't get them far.

"I'm going to need you to take the jeans off too so I can get a better look
at your leg." Simon said softly. He looked at Greg, then at Nick.

"It's okay, he can stay." Greg said, understanding the gesture.

Nick was barely containing his smirks as he watched Greg undo his jeans and
pull them down. He was surprised to see the boy wasn't hard yet. He had
expected a raging boner. Greg dropped the jeans to the floor too and stared
up at the ceiling, desperately trying not to look at Simon as the
examination resumed.

The young Doctor started moving the foot around while holding onto various
parts of Greg's ankle and lower leg. Nick stared in delight as the bulge in
Greg's boxers started to swell. He could see Greg's cheeks turning brighter
and brighter red as he got more and more aroused.

The younger boy made the mistake of looking down at it. At the exact same
moment, Simon looked up, noticed the bulge then made eye contact with
Greg. He looked a rabbit caught in the headlights of an oncoming
vehicle. "I... I..."

"He's got a total doctor fetish!" Nick said, laughing.

"Nick!" Greg called out in horror as Simon did his best to hold back his
own laughter.

"Relax. It happens way more often than you'd expect. It's nothing to be
embarrassed about!" Simon reassured the boy. "Besides, you're not alone!"
He gestured over to Nick who was showing significant growth of his own.

Greg looked over as Nick attempted to rearrange himself to hide it and
started laughing too, delighted at how easily the man had turned the
situation round on Nick.

"Now, can we get on with the exam?" Simon asked, looking round at Nick, who
just blushed, then back at Greg and added, "And don't worry, I don't need
to examine that far up!"

"Shame!" Greg muttered without thinking, then blushed again as Nick and
Simon both laughed. "I'm just gonna lay here and die. Carry on!" Greg
insisted, dropping his head back down and closing his eyes.

Simon fought a chuckle thencontinued the exam, feeling various parts,
asking where it hurt and how much. By the time he was done, the bulge in
Greg's underwear was highlighted by a large wet patch of precum.

"Feel free to lend him a hand!" Nick said, winking at Simon.

The young man blushed, looked round at the boy's bulge then back at
Nick. "Tempting, but I don't fancy losing my job!" Nick looked almost as
disappointed as Greg. "Why don't we go and wait outside and give Greg a
minute to... compose himself?"

"Okay." Nick said, smirking at the boy who looked ready to die from
embarrassment.

They parted the curtain slightly then stepped out, letting it swing closed
behind them.

Nick's parents had wandered slightly as they waited, but rushed back over
as they saw Nick and Simon emerge. "Well I don't think anything's broken,
it's most likely just a very bad sprain, but I'm gonna get it x-rayed just
to be sure."

"That's a relief. What can we do?" Pippa asked, clearly relieved.

Simon stepped away for a moment and grabbed a leaflet out of a holder on
the wall. "If it does turn out to be a sprain, we recommend what we call
PRICE. It stands for Protection, Rest, Ice, Compression and
Elevation. There's some info in the leaflet and lots more on the NHS
website."

George took the leaflet and started looking through it.

"I'll go and arrange someone to take him up to x-ray." Simon said. Pippa
immediately moved towards the curtain, intending to check on Greg. Simon
saw her move and tried to intercept, but it was too late.

"Greg..." she started as she pulled back the curtain, then froze.

"Aah." Greg moaned quietly, as he started to ejaculate over himself. His
t-shirt was pulled up round his neck, boxers round his knees, erection in
hand. "Fuck!" he called out, seeing Nick, George, Pippa, Simon and the
woman in the cubicle opposite all staring at him. He wanted to reach down
and cover up, but he was mid-orgasm and the intensity of it had virtually
made him lose control of his limbs.

Pippa just pulled the curtain closed.

*****

"Hey guys, it's just me!" Warren called out as he let himself into Josh and
Dale's apartment. He wandered into the lounge, pulling off his coat and
smiled as he saw Corey sat on the sofa with Dale. He gave them both quick
hugs then sat down between them. "Geez, who died?" he asked, seeing their
glum expressions.

Corey quickly explained what had happened with Greg and soon Warren's
expression matched their own. "I fucking hate his parents!" the boy snapped
angrily, face screwed up with rage.

"Hey, calm down." Dale said, rubbing a hand up and down the boy's
back. "It's all gonna get sorted now. No need to get so angry."

"Sorry." Warren said, calming down, breathing heavily. "I just... after
hearing the way his Dad yelled at him... But yeah, it's gonna be okay
now. Anyway, where's Josh?"

"In the kitchen, sorting dinner. I think all this stuff is bothering
him. He only cooks when he's upset!" Dale replied.

Warren jumped up off the sofa. "It's okay, I'll go cheer him up." he said
with a grin. Dale and Corey laughed as he dashed out of the room and headed
into the kitchen. "Hey sexy." he said, making Josh jump.

The man turned to look at Warren standing in the doorway. "Hey you." he
said happily. He held his arms out and the boy rushed into them, holding
onto him tightly. They pulled apart slightly, still holding on, staring
into each other's eyes. They moved together again, this time pressing their
lips together, kissing softly at first, gradually getting more and more
passionate, tongues sliding together, hands running through each other's
hair.

"Hey Josh...." Corey started, walking into the kitchen. He froze as he saw
the two of them quickly parting. He glared angrily at them both. "For
fuck's sake, what if I'd been Dale?"

"What, we were just saying hello!" Warren said innocently.

Corey shook his head disapprovingly. "I know a hello kiss when I see one
and that most definitely wasn't it! If you're gonna keep doing this, at
least be a bit more subtle!" he snapped. He walked over to the kettle,
filled it up and turned it on. "I only came to ask you put the kettle on,
Dale wanted a coffee. You remember him right... your boyfriend, your
brother!" Corey glared from one of them to the other as he mentioned their
relationship to the man. He gave them a final look of annoyance before
heading back out of the kitchen.

The two of them just looked at each other, awkwardly silent.

*****

Greg sat in a wheelchair (at Simon's insistence) alongside Pippa, George
and Nick, all four of them silent. Since they arrived in the waiting room
for the x-ray department, none of them had said a word while Greg's face
remained constantly bright red.

It was Pippa who finally broke the silence. "It could have been worse!" she
said casually.

Greg, Nick and George all looked round at her slowly. She just sat there.

"...... How?" Greg asked, starting to look more annoyed than embarrassed.

"Well, three years ago..." she started.

Nick's eyes widened as he realised where she was going. "Mum..." he
interrupted, cautiously.

Pippa smirked for a moment at Nick's reaction, then looked back at
Greg. "Three years ago, I was doing the laundry. I went up to Nick's room
to put his clothes away..."

"Mum, don't!" Nick virtually begged.

"And as I walked into his room," she continued, ignoring his pleas. "There
he was, naked as the day he was born, upside down against the wall, cumming
in his own face!"

Nick just stared open-mouthed and red-faced as Greg and George both broke
into raucous laughter. The embarrassed boy buried his face into his hands.

When he finally stopped laughing, Greg felt himself starting to blush
again, but said, "Yeah, I suppose that is kind of worse!"

"Kind of?" Nick snapped, then buried his face back in his hands.

That got more laughter from Nick's parents and Greg.

"Look, this stuff happens. You boys do that, sometimes you're gonna get
spotted. It's happened to Josh and Corey too. I guess this just makes you
part of the family!" Pippa said kindly, reaching out and placing her hand
on Greg's.

Greg sighed. He still felt like he wanted a hole to open up beneath him and
swallow him up, but at least he felt a little better. "Thanks Pippa." he
said with a smile.

*****

Warren and Josh had intentionally sat as far apart as they could when they
rejoined Dale and Corey in the lounge. Fortunately Corey seemed to have
gotten over his annoyance pretty quickly and the four of them did their
best to talk about more cheerful things than Greg's situation.

Eventually the conversation had come back round onto Dale's birthday.

"Any idea what you'd like?" Corey asked, knowing he was unlikely to get any
gift ideas directly from the disgruntled man.

Dale just shrugged. "Nothing. You know I'm not bothered about it."

"Ugh, you're impossible." Corey said in frustration. "Hey, maybe I'll just
get you a gallon of lube. Sounds like you're gonna need it for Friday
anyway!"

Warren's face lit up and he looked back and forth between Josh and Dale
excitedly. "So he decided to go for it?" he asked excitedly. Josh nodded
with a grin.

"Yeah, he mentioned it was YOUR idea!" Dale said, eyes narrowing as he
glared at his little brother.

"You're welcome!" Warren laughed back.

"But nothing too extreme. I want an evening of fun, not some hardcore orgy,
okay?" Dale insisted.

"Okay." Warren nodded, still seeming happy with the idea. "So who's
coming?"

"So far it's me, you, Dale and Liam." Josh replied. "Nick's gonna be a
yes. Ryan's a definite no. Corey's currently a maybe..."

Corey shot Josh an annoyed look, knowing exactly what was about to happen.

"Maybe?" Warren asked, looking round at the younger boy. "Maybe? Seriously,
Cor? Come on, say yes, you gotta say yes, you know you want to, it'll be
like the good old days. Go on, go on , go on."

"Thanks for that!" Corey said with a frustrated sigh as Josh and Dale
laughed at the younger boy's sudden burst of excitement.

Warren jumped out of his seat and jumped into Corey's lap. Despite being
more than a year older, he was significantly smaller than Corey. As he sat
on the younger boy's lap, he leaned back against him, tilted his head back
and whispered, "Go ooooon.... you know you want to."

Corey couldn't help smiling at Warren's insistence. At the same time, he
couldn't help a very different physical reaction. Hoping Warren hadn't
noticed, he pushed him off of his lap and said, "I already said I'll think
about it. So... maybe!"

Warren fell to the floor with a thud. He looked up at Corey, then back over
to their older brothers. "His mouth says maybe, but his cock says yes!"

The two men burst into laughter as Corey blushed. It was a rare sight, the
boy often seemed impossible to embarrass, but Warren had managed it.

"Hey Warren, do you think Sam might come?" Dale asked. Sneaking a glance at
Josh, he saw his boyfriend squirming a little at the mention of the boy's
name.

"I dunno. He likes messing around, but it may be a bit more than he's
interested in. I mean, he's kinda straight." Warren said with a shrug.

"Yeah, so's Corey, but... ya know!" Dale said, winking at the embarrassed
boy and getting a middle finger in return.

Warren climbed up off the floor and jumped into the empty armchair. "Fair
enough. I can ask him, see what he thinks."

Dale fixed his gaze on Josh. "Good, I know it'd mean a lot to Josh if he
could be here!" He watched with delight as Josh looked mortified.

Warren grinned and stared wide-eyed at Josh. "Does Josh like Sam? That's
awesome! I gotta tell him!"

"Warren, don't..." Josh pleaded.

"If I tell him... he might come on Friday!" Warren said, smirking.

"I hate you all." Josh said, sliding down in the seat and covering his face
with a cushion.

*****

Pippa was clearly enjoying making a fuss of Greg. With Josh moved out and
her other two sons so rarely at home, her maternal side sometimes got a bit
neglected. Having someone she could run round after took her back to the
old days when the boys required all of her attention. As relieved as she
was to be free of that sometimes, it still felt nice to have this brief
reminder of it.

She had Greg set up in the lounge with his foot raised up on a footstool
with an ice pack on it. Nick had stayed by his side, keeping him company
and doing his best to shield the boy from being completely smothered by the
woman.

It was late afternoon when there was a knock at the door and the man from
social services came in to see them. He talked to all of them about what
had happened, spoke to Greg alone for a while, spoke to Pippa and George
separately and then brought them all back in together. He said that things
were difficult because it was the weekend, but they had contacted the
Courts to obtain what he called an 'Emergency Protection Order' which is
what would allow them to keep Greg away from his parents legally.

He advised that it would take a couple of days to do all of their
safeguarding checks with Greg's parents and that in the meantime he would
have to be homed somewhere else. Greg had remained quiet up until then, but
made his unhappiness known at the thought of being taken away. That was
when he got the good news.

"Actually, we had a chat about that." Pippa had interrupted. "We used to do
some foster caring so our details are still on their record. We'd have some
paperwork to complete and they'd need to update some of their checks, but
they'd be happy for you to stay here for a few days... if that's what you
want?"

"Yes!" he called out excitedly, almost laughing, then calmed himself and
said politely. "I mean... yes, I'd like that."

"I thought you'd say that." The social worker said with a smile. "I'll get
things moving on our end then. Let's go and sort out the paperwork."

The adults left the room and moved to the dining room where they could take
care of business, leaving Nick and Greg alone.

"See, told you it'd all work out. You're gonna fine." Nick said, putting an
arm around the boy.

Greg just stared into his eyes. In that moment, he found himself overcome
by an unexpected urge. He moved closer to the older boy and kissed him.
Nick's whole body tensed up from the shock of it, but he soon found himself
relaxing into it, enjoying the feeling of the boy's lips on his own.



If you enjoyed this and want to read any of my other stories, they can be
found as follows

Series

Benny Takes Control -
http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/benny-takes-control/

The Dangers of Desire (sequel to Benny Takes Control) -
http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/the-dangers-of-desire/

Possession - http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/sf-fantasy/possession-series/

Standalones

The Art of Seduction -
http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/the-art-of-seduction