Why, yes!

Heather glanced up as the doors at the far end of the lobby burst open. She recognized the person sprinting down the hallway as Zack Bishop, which made sense. She knew he and Logan were close. Though she was a little baffled as to how many people were aware of his current condition. That answered itself shortly when Roy McRose followed with his daughter, Chloe, and Madison in tow. Though why Roy would tell his kid … and Zack … and Madison, that was beyond her for the moment.

“Zack?” Gavin asked as Zack reached the couches, then started to burst past them. Heather hauled herself up and over the back, starting after him.

“I got this!” she called to the others as she took off, hitting the doors down the recovery hallway before they’d stopped swinging. Heather generally considered herself very in-shape, so it wasn’t that hard to catch up to him, but she was still a bit impressed Zack made it all the way to Logan’s room before stopping. She slowed back to a walk approaching him, watching him look through the window at her cousin.

“I should have done something,” Zack mumbled as Heather stood beside him, watching Logan sleep plugged into all the machines.

“Zack, like what?” she asked softly, but still incredulously. “He was in a car crash. Were you going to slash his tires?”

“Would have ended better than this.”

“Mmhm. Good point. Want me to go punch some holes in yours?” Heather asked as she looped one of her arms under Zack’s.

“Christ, I’m being such an asshole, how are you?” he finally spoke, breaking out of his fixation.

“Been better. My aunt and uncle died, my cousin’s traumatized and sleeping off a few broken ribs, I’m apprehending trespassers because this hospital’s security is garbage …” Heather rattled off. “You?”

“Is he stable, at least?”

“At least.”

“Then I’m … acceptable,” Zack said, breathing out deeply, finally taking his eyes off Logan to glance over to the brunette leaning against him. “I mean, bad, but acceptable. Is there anything I should be doing for you guys? Anxiety meltdown aside, I do want to help if I can.”

“Well …” Heather started before the sound of heavy footsteps echoed down one of the hallways. She considered for a moment if it might be anyone they knew, but Roy’s Oxfords weren’t going to sound like that and it was definitely heavier than a high schooler. “Ah, shit, it’s because I was talking trash about security here.”

She tugged Zack aside, **** to move deeper into the area they definitely weren’t supposed to be in by the angle of the noise’s approach. Heather considered their options between hiding in a room (awkward, rude), outrunning the guard until they got bored (exhausting, unlikely), or ducking into a supply closet (uncomfortably close), landing on the latter option. The two teenagers slipped into the nearest one as quietly as they could, Heather delicately closing the door behind them.

While it wasn’t as cramped as she thought it’d be, the face-to-face position they were stuck in was a little awkward. Well. Was it? ‘Today’s fucking sucked,’ she thought, looking over her cousin’s best friend, who looked about as rough as she felt. ‘I’m so tired of today sucking.’

As Zack listened pensively for the approach of more footfalls, Heather slid forward. He hardly seemed to notice until he felt one of her hands sliding up his waist. Looking down, the blue-eyed bombshell almost immediately caught him in a kiss. Conflicting emotions clashed in his head as he nonetheless returned it, pulling her to him. She felt so warm, tugging into him with a needy energy like he was the only other thing in the world. Zack snapped out of the moment enough to pull back despite his almost-painfully hard cock, gasping just a bit as their lips parted.

“What are you doing?” he whispered to her as she stared up at him, eyes dilated and fixated on him in a way he found hard to ignore.

“I need to do something besides freak out,” she answered, running a hand through his hair. “I’m not looking for anything here, I just … today blows.”

“Understatement of the year,” he responded, prompting a small grin from her.

“I know,” she said, nodding. “It’s just … I wanted to feel something good. Thought you might need the same kind of thing. We can stop, if you want?” Zack took a second to think about her offer, which his brain rapidly screamed at him for taking any time to do, and he pulled her back, kissing her harder.

It didn’t take long for wandering hands to strip each other’s shirts off, though actually removing them proved momentarily difficult as both of them refused to be apart for more than a second. Heather had been correct: they needed this right now. She groaned as quietly as she could when Zack kissed down her neck, unclasping her bra with surprising speed and grace before kissing down her chest, tongue circling one of her nipples after dropping her pretty, white bra to the floor. Heather’s eyes rolled back as Zack mauled one of her tits, teasing the other with his mouth. She braced herself against one of the shelves, silently thanking God that it was stable enough not to rattle or collapse when she did. ‘Well, he’s certainly good at being distracting!’ she thought with a broadening smile, pushing her chest up to meet him as he skillfully rolled one of her nipples between his fingers.

“Like you said, not looking for anything,” he told her as he moved back up, kissing her as she felt one of his hands slide between her legs, drawing a stuttering breath from her as he applied a subtle pressure to her increasingly-wet pussy, “but I still want to say that you’re beautiful. And this isn’t the first time I thought about doing something like this.”

“If we’re being honest?” Heather’s hand moved over the bulge in his pants, making Zack bite his lip to muffle a groan. “Me, either. This summer, at the pool, seeing you shirtless, watching you try to be subtle about this big cock getting stiff looking at me and the others … it puts some thoughts in a girl’s head.” Spurred on, Zack impatiently undid Heather’s pants, then tugged them down. She continued to stroke his shaft through his pants, but tilted her head back with a satisfied gasp as his hand dove into her silky, white panties and found her clit inside her dripping cunt. As he started to finger her in earnest, kissing her hungrily as thoughts of pushing inside her filled his head, she returned the courtesy, freeing his cock so she could wrap her nimble fingers around it and pump.

“God, I want to fuck you right now!” Zack admitted in a hushed groan. Heather stopped making noises for a second as both of them heard footsteps approaching down the hall. Even as they drew closer, Heather slipped off her panties, kicked them aside, and kissed Zack hard before turning to face the door.

“What are you wait for?” she mouthed over her shoulder, sticking her beautiful, tight ass out as Zack. Before he could think better of it, he lined his rock-hard prick up, then slowly began to push into her. Heather’s mouth stretched into a silent moan, weak, rattling noises escaping her mouth despite her best efforts. Moving to just one hand on the wall, she used the other to silence herself as he filled her out. Though she was pretty flexible in regards to her lovers in most ways, Heather knew deep down she was kind of a size queen, and Zack wasn’t disappointing. Her eyes rolled back as she let out a lusty groan into her hand, Zack finally burying himself to the base inside her after a shockingly long time.

When he started to fuck her, the footsteps stopped, both of them tensing. It was nearby. Had someone heard them? It didn’t matter at this exact second, given how Zack was building speed pumping himself into Heather’s eager pussy, or how she pushed towards him, missing it every second he pulled back. His fingers dug into her hips, then one hand gliding over her ass and squeezing it appraisingly. Heather couldn’t help but smile at that, feeling his eyes appreciating her sexy butt even while he pounded her.

Zack surprised her when she felt a surprisingly-wet thumb push up against her asshole. He hesitated, allowing her to look back and nod, biting her lip. Her teeth pressed harder into her purple-painted lips as Zack pushed the digit into her ass, even while he kept screwing her harder and faster. The footsteps started again, getting closer as Heather was **** to bite her hand to keep from screaming while both of her holes got worked over.

Her eyes widened as she felt her clit throbbing, pussy squeezing Zack’s generous cock as he fingered and fucked her. Nearly at the door, she looked back at him, and though he made eye contact with her, both of them were clearly as lost in ravenous desire at the moment, unable to communicate anything but “more.” Well, and by Zack’s pulsing shaft inside her and the way her body rolled and arched as she was **** to breathe harder, “I’m so fucking close.”

The footsteps mercifully departed, but didn’t fade from earshot before Heather let out a keening moan into her hand as she started to gush down her legs. Zack buried his thumb in her tight, willing butt as he hammered into her cunt at a frightening pace, pushing her on as he tilted on the edge of his own orgasm. Heather moved her hand away from her mouth for a second, **** a high-pitched scream.

“Cum inside me, Zack!” she whispered back hoarsely, risking one of the powerful noises inside her giving them away to say it. She dove into her forearm mouth-first immediately after, shrieking into it as another squirt of her cum burst from her, the clenching and squeezing around her lover finally driving him over the edge. Zack leaned over and kissed her neck, then muffled himself into her shoulder as he held her close, spraying hot semen inside her pussy as both of them came violently. They shook and ground against one another as their cum rained down on their legs and feet, Zack not stopping thrusting inside Heather until her pussy finally gave, relaxing as he emptied his balls entirely inside her.

Both of them panted for a second, leaned up against each other. It took more than few to fully recover, their climaxes still wriggling through their bodies as they silently hoped they hadn’t accidentally kicked any of their clothes under them. If so, they’d be … pretty hard to wear discreetly.

“Ah!” Heather gasped, no footsteps to speak of now as Zack pulled out of her and removed his finger from her ass. He stepped back and let her right herself, then turn to face him. She kissed him softly on the lips, then squeezed him to her, resting her head on his chest. He hugged her back, lust successfully exorcised from them and the rush of endorphins helping to calm their racing, panicking minds. “Thank you,” she said sincerely with a tight pull of her arms.

“You’re welcome. And thank you, too,” he told her, kissing the top of her head softly and pressing her to him for another, peaceful moment. Clean-up was at least easy, no shortage of disinfectant or towels in a hospital supply closet, and both of them found their clothes salvageable without turning them into a “we just fucked,” banner for their friends (and Chloe’s dad) to see.

“Found him!” Heather piped with a grin as she and Zack walked back into the lobby, fully clothed and absent the preponderance of fluids they’d just been drenched in. He sat down next to Gavin, Chloe and Madison only stopping talking once they arrived.

“Good, I was worried you were going to get yourselves kicked out,” Roy said with a relieved sigh. He briefly considered the two teenagers, shrugged, then continued, Heather and Zack now 100% sure he knew what happened. “Zack, did you want to stay? Chloe and Madison are, and I believe Gavin and Heather already were for the night.”

“Yes, Mr. McRose, thank you,” he responded with a curt, polite nod. Roy answered in kind, then let the kids be as they huddled up, waiting to see if the morning looked any better for their friend. While Chloe managed to stay awake the longest, the five of them all eventually passed out, even Chloe sleeping fairly easily surrounded by friends despite the lurking darkness and recent tragedy.