Alphas (2 page)

The paramedic shrugged. "Honestly I can't say I
know him either. We're out a lot." I assumed the ‘we’ he was referring to
were the paramedics. Sighing, I lay down on the side bench in the ambulance,
but another paramedic stopped me.

"We can't let you doze until we're sure you don't
have a brain trauma, ma'am. I'm sorry."

Trying not to be irritated with the paramedic, I sat
up and put my head in my hands, closing my eyes. I listened to the doors close
in the ambulance, and the female paramedic stayed back with me. Probably to
make sure I didn't fall asleep. I had to admit that I often felt like closing
my eyes on the drive, but refrained.

Ambulances were not meant for comfort. I was jostled
quite a bit on the ride and often saved myself from banging my head against the
hard metal walls. Getting fed up, I took a blanket from the paramedic and
propped my head up with a sigh. The paramedic kept up a constant stream of
chatter, probably to keep me awake, although it really only served to irritate
me. I turned my thoughts to Dr.Samson. In one of our previous sessions he'd
mentioned something more permanent in our relationship, but I didn't allow
myself to hope that he'd meant dating. I imagined it was against the code of
doctors to date patients. I'd jokingly told him once that I'd be willing to
swap doctors just so we could date. He'd only given me that sexy half grin of
his and then proceeded to drive me out of my mind with pleasure.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the
ambulance doors opened. The female paramedic, who I just noticed was wearing a
name tag that read Nancy helped me gingerly down to the entrance. "Will
you need a wheelchair, Sir?"

I really wished everyone would stop
"Sir-ing" me--it made me feel like an old man. "No, I can walk.
Like I've been telling everyone this whole time, I feel fine."

The overly bright smile on her face slipped a few
notches, and I didn't feel the least bit guilty. I was sick of people being
patronizing. I just wanted to get in, get cleared, and get the hell out of
there. I wrinkled my nose as we walked in, hating the antiseptic smell mixed
with latex. Processing didn't take long, and I was rushed back to a room
quickly by a nurse who seemed a little less condescending that the paramedics
had been.

Soon I was perched on the uncomfortable emergency room
bed with my legs crossed, waiting on the doctor. I felt ridiculous that I'd had
to dress in a hospital gown, but paused in my irritation to remember the first
time I'd met Beau, and how he couldn't seem to keep his eyes off me and stared
right through my sheer cover.

I'd always been self-conscious about my appearance,
something I couldn't help I was just built a little thinner. No one seemed to
notice my slight build in high school I was in fact quite popular, but never
that confident. It was only after meeting Beau that my self-esteem had been
given that much needed boost. I still remembered his words during our first
"session."

"Mr. Schmidt, there is nothing wrong with your
size."

The words I'd waited to hear all my life, and coming
from the most attractive man I'd ever met.  On top of everything he
proceeded to show me how attractive he found me...I really couldn't be blamed
for falling hard and fast.

A soft knock at the door brought me out of my
reflection, and a gorgeous man with sandy blonde hair poked his head in.
        "Mr. Schmidt?"

How do I get all the attractive ones? It was as if all
those years of being unnoticed had turned around and decided to make up for all
the misery.
        "Um, yeah. That's me."

His smile lit up the entire room.
        "I'm Dr. Feder."
        I felt a stab of guilt as I couldn't
help but admire him. It wasn't as if Beau was actually dating me, although he'd
expressed interest. There wasn't any harm in just looking and quietly admiring,
was there? The doctor walked in. Nope. No harm. He was a man who had the build
of a swimmer and clearly took care of himself. His blonde hair was pulled back
in a short ponytail at the nape of his neck, and his skin was healthily tanned.

Oh my... Well, at least I had something to stare at
besides the wall.

His pianist's fingers tapped across a keyboard, and he
glanced over at me.
        "You seem to be in remarkable
condition for just having been in a horrible accident."

"That's what I've been trying to tell
everyone." My dry tone drew a chuckle from him.

"Well, I'll try and be as succinct as possible
here, and hopefully Dr. Samson will be here soon, and we can get all of this
sorted out."

"Sorry, I just... am not a fan of hospitals."

        He put his stethoscope in his ears
and pressed it against my chest.
        "Three deep breaths
please."
        After complying, and certainly not
complaining that his hands were on me, he spoke again.
       
        "To tell you the truth, I'm not
a huge fan either. I'm allergic to latex."

"That must be hard with you being a doctor."
I blinked as he shone a penlight in my eyes.

"Good retinal response. Have you been feeling any
light-headedness?"

"Not really. A little groggy though."

He nodded, making notes on the computer. "Now
Mr.--"

His smooth voice was interrupted by a swift knocking
on the door. Beau threw the door open.
        "David!"

I was surprised at how worried he looked.
        "Dr. Samson. I'm fine,
really."

Dr. Feder's face held a look of mild surprise as well.
        "David? I wasn't aware you were
on first name terms with your patients, Doctor Samson."
        His emphasis on the word was
stressed as he nodded at the open entrance.

Beau gave him a dirty look, closing the door. His
usually tamed hair looked windblown, and he seemed harried. I wanted to walk up
and smooth out his white coat, but Dr. Feder was in the room. And he seemed
suspicious enough because of Beau's outburst.

"How are you feeling?" Beau seemed to
compose himself a little.

Before I could answer, Dr. Feder did.
        "David shows no sign of a
concussion. Whiplash possibly, and some minor skin abrasions on his arms. No
broken bones or pain, but I'd like to take a couple X-rays just to be sure, as
well as an MRI to make sure there was no damage sustained."

"My chest hurts a little," I added, annoyed
that he'd answered for me.

The look on Beau's face was tender and he walked up,
looking me over. "Don't worry. I promise we're going to take the best care
of you. Dr. Feder's the only man I'd trust besides myself to help."

The other Doctor was glancing back and forth between
us, and a look of understanding dawned on his face.
        "Oh! You're David!"

I blinked, looking at Beau. "You've... told
people about me?"

To my ultimate surprise, the man I swore I could never
make blush had a slight pink hue creep across his cheeks.
        "I may have mentioned you a few
times over drinks."

"A few times?" Dr. Feder laughed loudly.
"It's impossible to get him to shut up!"

"Tanner, please." Beau's face was getting
darker by the second. I wanted to laugh, but since my ribs ached I had to
settle for a grin.

Dr. Feder smiled. "So that's why you ran over
here as fast as you could."

Beau glared at him. "Tanner, I swear..."

Just as he was about to finish his threat there was a
knock at the door. "X-ray tech." Both men stepped back to allow in a
petite nurse who scanned the armband I'd been given. "How are you feeling,
Mr. Schmidt?"

"Tired, honestly."

She smiled. "Well, we'll try to have you in and
out as quickly as possible, all right?"
        She nodded to both doctors before
wheeling me out my bed and heading toward a room marked "X-Rays." The
next few hours was spent getting the X-rays taken, drinking a disgusting
contrast dye for the MRI, and being pushed all over the emergency room despite
my insistence I could walk.

 
        Finally I was left in my room to
hear the results of the scans with Beau. He paced the room, looking agitated. I
felt compelled to make him settle.

"So...telling your friends about me?"

He froze. "Look, David, about that..."

I waved one hand. "It's okay. I don't mind,
really. Especially when you tell someone as attractive as Dr. Feder."

He looked at me in surprise for a moment, then burst
out laughing. "You're kidding me! He was just commenting on how he'd love
to get to know you better."

Now it was my turn to blush. "What? Really?"

He nodded. "Yeah, I--"

Doctor Feder walked back in smiling. He shut the
privacy curtain behind him after locking the door, which I thought was odd, but
I didn't say anything. "Well, good news, Mr. Schmidt. No sign of a
concussion or any bone or muscle damage."

Beau looked relieved. "Excellent. You double
checked everything?"

His inquiry was met with a dry look. "No. I gave
it the most cursory glance, knowing that my best friend would strangle me with
his necktie if I missed the slightest detail."

This time I couldn't help laughing, as more of a
nervous confirmation of how these 2 doctors felt about me. The look on Beau's
face was priceless, as if he were warring between being offended and laughing
himself. Laughing won, and his eyes crinkled up at the corners as he threw his
head back. Doctor Feder grinned.
        "So you're good to go, Mr.
Schmidt, unless there was something else."

The words jumped out of my mouth before I could choke
them back.
        "No, I don't think so, unless
you and the other good doctor wanted to do a more thorough exam."
What
the hell, brain?

Beau looked shocked, but Dr. Feder only grinned.
"Oh, so Beau did talk to you about wanting to do that?"

"Did he...?" Okay, I had to start dating
Beau. ASAP. There were so many kinky things that were hidden inside him and I
wanted to discover them all. Speaking of my lascivious medic, he stood to one
side with a crimson face. "I was just going to... throw around the idea! I
wasn't serious or anything."

"You weren't?" Dr. Feder walked up to me,
cupping my chin gently in one hand. "What about you, Mr. Schmidt? Would
you consider it?"

"I---" Though the thought of having two sexy
men wanting me—the wimpy boy that had been tortured all through high
school--was almost laughable, I couldn't help but nod. Dr. Feder's hands were
already wandering to the back of my hospital gown, untying the ties for me and
making my decision.

Beau knelt on the bed behind me. "Tanner, I don't
know..."

"If he was in any sort of danger from bleeding or
trauma, do you really think I'd propose this? Please, Beau, have a little
faith." He sounded insulted. Slipping the gown down my shoulders, he
exposed my chest to the chill air of the room. "Very nice." He
noticed the hickeys and chuckled. "Your handiwork, Beau?"

This time I was the one who answered for him. "As
a matter of fact, yes." Beau said nothing, clearly embarrassed at being called
out by his best friend. His fingers found their way to my scalp, where he began
massaging firmly. I groaned, sinking back against him. Dr. Feder...no, Tanner,
was already undoing the zipper and button on his slacks, and he guided out a
monstrous tool that looked far thicker around than Beau's, but if I had to
guess I'd say they were about the same length. It stood out and curved proudly
away from his body.

Beau reached between my legs, his hands forcefully
grabbing my member and massaging it.  My cock became engorged.

"Wow, fast response time from him. You two must
be really close."
        Tanner almost sounded envious. Beau,
who was kissing along my throat, smirked.
        "We've had lots of
practice."
        He grasped both my legs behind the
knees, lifting me up and flipping me over leaving my entrance wide open and my
cock swinging back and forth.