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I step through into the general hospital lobby and check my phone. It's about 6pm so the place is looking fairly empty already. A couple nurses dash around the reception area but it's otherwise pretty quiet. I slip Rory a text, letting him know I'm there, then I take a seat and just about fold into myself. I'm exhausted. The moon's hanging high tonight, ironically, but that sort of thing is just storybook bullshit, real were-beasts turn as a form of self-defense, or as we discovered, when they're sufficiently horned up.

Either way we're not gonna be seeing Dex for a while. They shipped him back up to the north, lugging him up with a huge net and a helicopter like some kinda escaped zoo animal. Andy was pretty bummed out about the whole thing.

After a short while, a raccoon nurse with patchy grey fur scoots out from behind the receptionist desk and calls my name. She looks like shit, honestly, but I can't blame her, they work their staff to the bone here on account of all the nasty feral encounters. I'm just lucky to be the one visiting and not the one getting stitches in his ass because of some hungry bear.

We walk together through the wards, taking an elevator to the top floor. The whole way up, she gives me this funny look. To be fair, I haven't shaved, my shirt is caked in mud and I'm wearing pants that don't fit. A stretcher bursts through one of the hallway doors before we can reach Rory's room, and we both shimmy up against the wall. This emaciated looking guy wheels past, tubes sticking out of his shaky body and an oxygen mask being pressed up against his maw by a speeding nurse. Reminds me why I'm not a fan of hospitals, they're just bleak places to be.

Ever since my I lost my grandpa, I've just avoided these places. Too many bitter memories.

When we finally do reach Rory's room the lights are out and he's lying on his back, light cracking through the window opposite him. The nurse lets me know when they'll be closing for the night and quietly shuts the door behind me.

"Hey man." I call out.

Rory just shuffles up in his bed a little, one of his arms hanging in a cast and a thick bandage wrapping around his chest. I pull up a seat next to his bed and give out a sigh. He turns to face me.

"Pretty fucked up, huh?" He points to his arm. It's not broken, but he wound up with a pretty deep cut trying to lift his girlfriend to safety. He's got balls, I'll give him that.

"Yeah he got you good." Rory smiles. "Has Rebecca come around?"

"Man, fuck Rebecca. I saved her ass and all she does is give me the silent treatment."

"So you don't want me to return those hot-pink heels?"

"We're done, Tam. Tell her I said so."

Me and Rory talk about school and shit for a while, getting sentimental about summers long passed. It was only a couple years ago that I was laid up in bed at home, sick as a dog, and Rory would come to visit. We'd play video games, eat shitty junk food and fall asleep late. We stopped talking all that much in college.

Rory pushes his back up so that he's sitting, pain visible on his face despite how tough he might act. "Why'd you call after me anyway? Isn't your brother around?"

"He's outta town, but that's not..." He pauses for a second. Rory's brother was a bit of a no-show. The rest of his family too, since they lived out of town. He never said a whole lot about them, but we never pushed it. "I just wanted to ask you something cos' I figured you were the best person to talk to."

"Uh, alright. Shoot."

"Am I gay?"

My eyebrows shoot up. Seriously? Has it really taken him this long to figure it out for himself? We all just wrote him off years ago, before any of us came out in fact. We all watched him suck off a guy from out of town about a year ago, and I don't know about you, but that's pretty gay.

"Why are you asking me this now?"

"Well um, you're gay right?"

"So is Andy."

"Andy's ex put me in the hospital."

"That's fair."

"So I'm gay, right? That's what everyone's been saying. I'm not stupid. Look at me Tam, I got fucked up trying to save some girl that never even loved me and now I'm thinking about dicks."

I look Rory dead in the eye, sticking my nose right up in his personal space and loosing an exaggerated moan, with a hand slapped firmly on his lap.

"Is this making you uncomfortable?"

"What the fuck are you doing?"

"Answer the question."

"Yes? Get the fuck off me! This is serious!"

I get a good kick out of messing with Rory, but really I'm just trying to lighten the mood. I can't help but think that he came off worse in all of this. Simmons hasn't said a word since, and Andy's on probation for public indecency. As for me, well my car was impounded. Rory? He's cooped up in hospital, single and questioning his sexuality.

"You're an asshole, you know that?"

"I'm just fucking with ya. Welcome to the club. The uh, gay club." Rory chuckles, but sort of groans as he does, clutching his chest.

"Haha, aw, fuuuuck, that hurts."

Just then the bed sheets rustle, slipping across Rory's knee. He doesn't seem to notice, but there's a noticeable lump poking up. It's sticks up almost below his knee.

"Something on your mind, dick-lips?"

"Huh-"

Rory's eyes go wide, darting his free hand out to push down hard between his legs. He recoils in pain at the exertion.

"That's not...!"

I reach out, cupping Rory's mouth. He looks up at me like a deer in headlights.

"Shh. You wanna know if you're gay?"

He nods.

"Sit back and shut up. And don't tell Andy about this or I'll kick your ass even worse than Dex did."

He nods faster.

With both hands, I grab a hold of the sheets just below Rory's chest, tugging them off and away as they drift to the floor. Rory's toned abs are exposed, a fuzzy brown happy trail leading from his bellybutton to the waistband of his aquamarine hospital pants. He's not bad looking, which I guess is only fair considering his poster-boy facial features. I poke at his ab, just testing. He's built pretty solid.

"I work out."

"Mhm, I can tell."

My hands drift over his chest, getting a feel for the ridges and shapes of his muscular body through the layers of bandages. He huffs, nostrils flaring as hot air graces my cheek.

"Relax man, just try to enjoy it."

"I'm...trying."

He rests his head back, and I press on. By now he's pitching a pretty large tent, his pants stretching far beyond their intended design. I knew he was big, I mean, he's a stallion, but seeing it in person...I can't help but reach out for it, placing a palm on the flared head. It fills my entire hand, warm and throbbing even through the fabric. Rory shudders.

"Let's get these off already."

Whip! His pants come off in one swooping motion, ricocheting that thick, long horse dick so that it wobbles around in the open air, flicking pre across the room. It's maybe a couple feet long, shiny black, with a bulging medial ring halfway down and a fat, juicy looking flare. It dawns on me that he really could get any girl with a dick this big.

There's a quiet moment where I'm just staring down the monster between Rory's legs, wondering how exactly he contains the thing in his pants. I run a curious finger down the underneath of his shaft, eliciting a needy throb and a gasp. A droplet of pre dribbles down to meet my finger at the base, pooling on his leathery sack. He must be pent up.

"D-dude..."

"Hm?"

"Can you...use your mouth?"

I snort. I'm not used to this side of Rory at all, because he's usually hiding behind his bravado and women. But I'm not one to let a guy down, so I wrap both my hands around his cock and guide it downwards. The head is far too big to fit, but I can wrap my lips around it just fine, smothering the tip in saliva. There's a steady drip of pre to keep me occupied as my hands pump up and down the shaft, paying extra attention to the ridge of his medial ring. The texture is smooth but tough, quickly becoming slick and wet.

I plant a row of kisses from top to bottom, making sure to get a taste of everything Rory has to offer. His musk is sweet and inviting, getting more intense with all the fluids he's leaking. I can feel his body tensing, his muscles tightening in rhythmic throes, getting closer and closer to orgasm.

"Tam...I'm gonna..."

I look up, locking eyes with Rory without slowing my pace, pumping both hands up and down intensely while I roll my tongue around his flare. He bucks weakly, attempting to cram his cock into my mouth, so I push back, scooping my tongue into his urethra and swirling it around. He whinnies desperately, throbbing and twitching.

"Oh...fuck...I..."

And then he clenches up hard, clutching the sheets on either sides of the bed, pushing hips up and off the bed. I grab a hold of his cock tightly and brace as the first thick, powerful spurt of cum bounces off the back of my throat, followed by a dozen equally high pressure shots, quickly filling my mouth with the sheer volume of his load. He rocks back and forth, grunting as he overflows my puffed out cheeks with cum, rivers of it running over my fingers. I pop off and sit back, watching as another rocket shot arcs through the air. Eventually, the spurts become weaker and thinner, splattering over those toned abs. Rory collapses back down on the bed, pumping his own cock as his orgasm dies down.

"Holy shit...that was..."

I swallow.

"Feeling better now?"

"Tam..."

Rory's eyelids droop, looking thoroughly spent. Then, without warning, he reaches out and grabs me by the cheeks, pulling me in for a kiss. I just let it happen, trading spit and cum with the horse for a while. He's a good kisser. By the time we separate, there's a messy trail of spit between our lips and we're both huffing like we've run a marathon.

"I guess I'm totally gay."

"Mhm."

"Dude..."

"Yeah, Rory?"

"I'm gettin' hard again."

"Already? Guess that makes you double-y gay. But I gotta get going bud, they'll be coming back to kick me out soon. Don't worry, I'll come around to check on you tomorrow, after work."

I stand up. Rory holds his head in his palm.

"God, man. How am I gonna explain this to my dad, he's gonna flip." He goes quiet.

"Rory, I don't really know a whole lot about your family...but, whatever happens, we're buds yeah? We can work through it." I gently grab his shoulder. "This doesn't change anything, we're still friends."

"Thanks man. I can return the favor if you..."

"Don't worry about me."

"But you're rock hard...I want-"

"I got some shit to do anyway."

Rory looks confused. And yeah, I feel shitty too. But I can't do this...not now.

"Sure?"

"Sure. Seeya, bud."

I push through the door, dick tucked into my waistband and my shirt covering it. There's nobody around and the lights are out. Guess they forgot about me. I check my phone.

Three missed calls. My boyfriend.