Arlo rushed through the front doors of the Emergency Room. He was half an hour late, and he felt bad about it. He was almost always early though, so he knew no one would give him shit.
"Hey, Arlo. What are you doing in here so late?" Ronda greeted him as he went to check which patients were in.
"Sorry, Ronda. I had to stop by my house this morning to get a change of clothes," Arlo said. He had spent the night at Jake's, and it was some of the best sleep he'd had in a long time.
"Stop by? Where did you sleep last night? I hope it was with that tall dark and handsome beauty of a man who brought you lunch." Ronda raised an eyebrow.
"Well... actually. I did spend the night with him... but all we did was sleep," Arlo added sternly, when Ronda gasped and sat up, as if ready to gossip about boys.
"Uh huh, sure honey. We all know what goes on behind closed doors," she winked.
"Ronda!" Arlo couldn't help but blush. The older woman giggled, and walked away with a clipboard in hand. Arlo smiled, and got to work.
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It had been a long day. Arlo had had a patient who had somehow managed to hammer a nail through his hand. Completely through the middle of his hand. He wasn't really sure how he managed to do that without help, but he just rolled his eyes and accepted it. It had been a long day, but it was almost over. Arlo changed out of his hospital clothes, and back into his street clothes. He was tying the shoes he had gotten that morning, when his cell phone rang. He picked it up and saw it was only a text.
Donovan: What's for dinner?
Arlo rolled his eyes.
Arlo: Idk. I'm not sure if Im coming home tonight or not.
The thought was a happy one. If he could stay with Jake another night. If he could be held by him again... his thoughts were interrupted by another chirp of his phone.
Donovan: U better be.
The words were cold and hollow, and Arlo couldn't help but feel a little terror when he read them the first time, and the second and the third. He decided he would go home that night. Whatever made Donovan happy.
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Luckily the walk home wasn't long. Jake had offered to give him a ride home, but of course Arlo declined. He was terrified of what Donovan would do if he saw Arlo with another man. Even if it was just a ride home.
He stepped through the door into the living room and looked around. Donovans car was there, but Arlo couldn't find him. He sighed and went into the kitchen to see what they had. After finding the stuff to make spaghetti, he got to work. The water had just started boiling, when Donovan walked in.
"Hey, where've you been?" Arlo asked, not looking for his shoulder.
"I could be asking you the same thing." Donovan set a beer down on the table as he sat. Arlo sighed.
"Come on, Donovan. Is it so much to ask that you just not drink around me? It's hard enough being sober as it is, but having you flaunting everything around me makes it worse. It only makes us fight, too," Arlo sighed and rubbed the top of his nose.
"Then make it easier on both of us and just take a drink. Maybe it will loosen you up a little," Donovan spat. Arlo stared at him wordlessly for a minute.
"You know I'm not going to do that." Arlo turned back to the dinner, before he started crying. He couldn't help the small sobs that spilled forward. He covered his mouth, trying to muffle the sounds of pain.
"I'm sorry, Arlo." Donovan left the beer and moved to hug Arlo to his chest. Arlo sighed and turned around, loving the embrace of his lover. Donovan kissed the top of his head and rubbed his back. "You're right, I shouldn't bring this shit around you," he nodded towards the beer.
"Thank you." Arlo wiped away his tears.
"Forgive me?" Donovan poked out his lip. Arlo nodded and stood on his tiptoes to kiss him. Donovan smiled and returned the kiss. "Mmmm, smells good," he smiled as he leaned over Arlo to look at the food.
"No peaking. It will be ready in a few minutes, why don't you set the table?" Arlo asked. Donovan nodded and moved to get the silverware.
"How was work?" Donovan asked.
"Busy. I don't know what it is with people these days but they do some of the stupidest things I've ever seen," Arlo chuckled.
"Well, it's a good thing they have you around to take care of them. Just like you take care of me." Donovan finished putting down the plates and silverware and moved back to hug Arlo. Arlo practically purred at the touches from Donovan.
"Well, not exactly how I take care of you." Arlo smiled and turned to face Donovan, dinner forgotten. He wrapped his arms around Donovan and kissed him roughly. They headed towards the bedroom, and Arlo stopped quickly to turn off the warming sauce. They fell into bed, tearing each others clothes off as they went. Soon, Arlo was naked and Donovan was kicking off his last sock. Donovan reached for the lube and positioned himself between Arlo's legs. He slathered his cock with lube, and put a heavy glob on Arlo's hole. He pushed two of his thick fingers in, making Arlo grunt, and then sigh with pleasure. Donovan worked his fingers in and out for a moment, before pulling his fingers out, and lining up his cock. He thrust into Arlo in one quick motion, making Arlo cry out in pleasure. Arlo held his knees to his chest as Donovan pounded in and out of him. He was lost in the pleasure as Donovan bent to take a tender nipple into his mouth.He grunted and let one of his knees free, to allow his hand to thread through Donovan's hair.
Donovan thrust into him one last time, before pulling out and flipping him over. He pulled Arlo up so he was on his hands and knees, and pushed into him again. Arlo gripped the sheets as Donovan got closer and closer to his release. Donovan slipped a hand under them and began jacking Arlo off. Arlo moaned and whimpered as he began cumming. He bit his lip and sighed as his release covered the bed. His toes curled as the intense orgasm sent his body into shivers. As he was coming down from his high, Donovan came. He pulled Arlo back hard onto his cock, and pulled him up so he was standing on his knees, with his back arched back so that his ass was a close to his cock as it could get. Donovan grunted as he began filling Arlo with hot cum.
Without warning, Donovan bit down on Arlo's shoulder. Arlo sighed at the pain and pleasure mixed, and then cried out when there was only pain. Donovan's hands dug into his hips, and his teeth clenched down on the tender flesh of Arlo's shoulder.
"Ah! Donovan stop!" Arlo struggled to pull away, but Donovan was lost in his orgasm. He bit down even harder. Arlo sobbed and tried to pull away, but only made the bite worse. Finally, after what seemed like ages, Donovan let go. Arlo struggled to get away from him. He fell onto his stomach on the bed, and crawled away. He shivered at the feeling of Donovan's cock slipping out of him. Cum leaked down his leg as he fell out of the bed and scrambled into the bathroom, wrapped up in the sheet from the bed. He heard Donovan stand up and walk out of the bedroom. He could hear water running in the kitchen. Arlo turned his attention away from Donovan, and to the bite on his shoulder. It was worse than he thought.
Arlo gasped at the bite. It looked like something from a horror movie. The flesh was red and oozing blood slowly. The individual teeth marks were clear on his pale skin. The bite was deep, and he thought he would need stitches. It was definitely going to get infected. He touched the wound carefully, and had to bite his tongue to keep from sobbing. He let the sheet fall to the floor, as he reached for the first aid kit they kept under the sink. He cleaned the wound, with many tears and sobs in the process, and then put a thick bandage over it. In a few minutes, the blood was already seeping through. He took a few mild painkillers, and walked back to the bedroom to get dressed. After slipping on some sweats and a loose sweatshirt, he walked out into the kitchen. Donovan sat at the table, eating a bowl of spaghetti, with a side of garlic bread Arlo had made.
"This is good, babe," Donovan said, not even looking up. Arlo stared at him for a moment, before walking over to the counter and attempting to look busy while dishing himself up a bowl. He was finally forced to sit down across from Donovan. He wasn't hungry, and only stared at his boyfriend who suddenly seemed ravenous. Arlo narrowed his eyes as he saw a smudge of sauce on Donovan's chin. It took him a moment to realize that it wasn't spaghetti sauce, it was blood. Donovan had Arlo's blood on his chin. Arlo stared at his boyfriend until he was done eating, and went to bed. He sat at the kitchen table in the dark for a long time, before getting up, and crawling into bed with Donovan.
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Jake sat at his desk, bored. He was put on desk duty for a few days since they needed someone to take over while someone was out sick. Plus, with his arm, he was already being eyed at to be put on the desk until he healed. He hated it, there was nothing to do. He chewed on a pen cap lazily and looked up at the ceiling. Suddenly, his eyes were drawn to his computer and he sat up, still chewing on the pen cap. He typed in a few words quickly into the database, and bit his pen cap hard when he saw a few results come up.
He had been curious about Arlo since the day he met him. He had a bad habit of looking people up in the police database once he met them. He couldn't help it, he was just naturally curious. He looked at the results for Arlo on the screen. The screen glowed a dim blue in the darkness of his office. He wanted to click on them so badly, but was it an invasion of privacy? Of course it was. But he did it anyway. He clicked on the first report that came up. He scanned them quickly, just trying to find out more about the mysterious lying man he had grown so fond of over the last few days.
The first report was a complaint filed by a neighbor when Arlo was nineteen. It was obvious from the description that Arlo had been drunk. The one after that was the same, and after that. And after that. Jake was surprised with how many results came up on the database for the young doctor who seemed so quiet and peaceful.
"He must be one hell of a mean drunk," Jake mumbled to himself, after seeing Arlo was taken into custody after he had gotten into a bar fight with another man. A picture of Arlo came up. He looked like hell. He was obviously a lot younger, but you wouldn't know it just by looking at him. His hair was dirty and matted, and his skin was splotched with dirt. He had an extremely pissed off look in his eyes, almost like a feral cat. Dark circles weighed his eyes down, a sure sign of an insomniac. Jake continued searching through the reports, up until the year Arlo said he had quit drinking. There were a few outbursts, Arlo had gotten into a fight with somebody at an AA meeting, and then there was another outburst a few weeks later, but then after that the record was spotless. Jake sighed and sat back in his seat. This all told him nothing he didn't already know.
He knew Arlo was an alcoholic, and that he had had a rough couple of years. He knew that he had probably gotten into some fights and done some stupid shit. But this didn't explain why he was lying to him, or what he was lying to him about. Jake picked up the pen cap from where it had fallen on his desk, and stuck it back into his mouth. He looked over at his cellphone, and picked it up.
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Arlo finished vacuuming just as his phone rang. He answered it, without looking at who was calling.
"Hello?" he mumbled. He didn't sleep well and was in a lot of pain from the bite that was already turning purple and was swelling.
"Hey. Are you allergic to phones or something? It seems like everytime I call you're in a bad mood," Jake laughed on the other line. Arlo laughed.
"I'm sorry. I just don't get a lot of sleep. Work and all," Arlo lied. Most doctors had problems with their hours, but he liked his.
"I understand, it gets like that around here, too." Arlo loved the way Jake sounded like he was smiling all the time.
"So what's up?" Arlo asked, moving to the bathroom to take another look at the bite. It had almost oozed through another bandage.
