Well, it's at least taking Logan's mind off things.

It was nice to take his mind off things, even if it’d be fleeting. Logan kept his eyes closed, trying to stay present in the feeling and sensations of the moment, warding off the harsh reality waiting for him once he left his room at the hospital. To her credit, Emily was doing her best to work with him there. He opened his eyes to look down at the young, hot nurse, kneeling besides his bed with his cock in her mouth.

Both of them tried to stay quiet. Though they weren’t expecting anyone else since she’d been sent in to make sure he was ready to leave, it wouldn’t be hard to see her getting fired for this, and that’s something both of them wanted to avoid. Emily wasn’t having a hard time with that, given her mouth was sort of full at the moment. Even with one hand buried between her legs, scrubs slid back to her ankles and out of the way, her mewls and gasps of pleasure were muted by Logan’s sizable cock.

Not a complaint. Biting his lip, he tried to keep from groaning too loud as the redhead drew her tongue skillfully over his cock even while she bobbed her head gently. While he’d been with his fair share of ladies at school, he had to admit that the recent college graduate clearly had some experience they were lacking. The delicate manipulation of his balls was particularly impressive, having had nothing but bad luck there in the past. Emily made it seem pathetically easy, nimble fingers tracing along them, careful to apply pressure only delicately.

This had always been an escape for Logan. Maybe sometimes burying his problems in the nearest willing woman was trouble, but Emily had made it clear she wasn’t looking for a boyfriend, she just thought he was hot and wanted to do something nice for him. Though she had mentioned he was free to call her any time if he was interested in her taking him full-on after he’d recovered. Some part of him guessed he should find it crass. He didn’t.

“You don’t have to tell me, by the way!” Emily panted, soft gasps escaping as she took a break from sucking his cock to look up into his eyes. She moved from his balls to his shaft, jerking him off agonizingly, the pressure inside him twisting into an admittedly-enjoyable ball of tension. “I kind of like when and where a guy cums being a surprise. Only rule is don’t aim for my eyes.”

“What kind of asshole aims for the eyes?” Logan asked with a grin, doing his best to seem unruffled despite his throbbing prick being pumped in the young twenty-something’s hand. “Also avoid the hair. I mean, you’re at work.”

“Such a gentleman!” she teased before diving back down. By the pitch of the moan she strangled with his dick, he wasn’t the only one faking being in total control. One of his hands wrapped through her wavy, red hair, fingers twining to guide her up and down. She took to the show of ****, moving faster on his member as her tongue slid over the underside of its head, making him shudder.

When Logan felt her hand return to his balls, then slide along his perineum, he considered telling her to stop. But her fingers felt slick and it was a new sensation. He closed his eyes, unable to silence, but taking pains to quiet a groan when she slid a finger up his ass. Before, it’d always seemed like something he shouldn’t do. Which was social conditioning, but damn, had it been firm. Now, though, her carefully worming her finger up to his prostate was just one more thing to blank him out, focus him entirely on what they were doing.

And it felt fucking GOOD.

He started to thrust back into her mouth, drawing a notably delighted squeal from his partners as she panted and moaned on his cock, clearly near to making herself cum with her hand not occupied with pleasing him. As he increased the pace and **** of fucking her face, the noises around his cock from her became sharper, higher, until she sucked furiously, her finger hitting just the right spot as she blew him even through the scream her orgasm yanked from her. Logan groaned and grunted as he felt himself start to cum, hot jizz bursting down his nurse’s throat until he yanked her off. In a daze of pleasure, Emily opened her mouth and let out muted, exhausted sounds of satisfaction as he jerked the last of his cum on to her waiting tongue … and definitely a little on her cheeks and chin.

As he collapsed on the bed, she made a hurry to clean up at the sink, then disinfect where she’d just made such a mess on the floor. After a few moments, he couldn’t be sure how long, she leaned over him and kissed him hard before rolling over beside him.

“Bravo for letting me go there, by the way,” she complimented him, joining him in staring at the ceiling. He could tell by the heaving of her chest, she needed a second, too. “Most boys get so hung up about getting fingered and really miss out.”

“Don’t think it’s an every time thing for me …” Logan argued before conceding, “but yeah, you REALLY work it down there. And I know I’m just a high school guy here, but I have some notes to compare, so that’s not a low bar.”

“I’ll take a handicap for mostly competing with high school girls who wouldn’t know good head from a rotten cantaloupe, but I’ll also take the compliment.” After a few moments, both of them were managing to get back up again. Emily, obviously, had an easier time standing, which was a good thing considering she was the one prepping the wheelchair. “Doctor says it’s a small miracle you don’t need PT. But that doesn’t mean you can go nuts. Take the pill, avoid straining yourself, especially at your right side, and CALL US IF SOMETHING HAPPENS. I don’t want you bleeding out trying to look macho.”

“I’d have slung towards ‘brooding,’ more than ‘macho,’ but yeah, I’ll take it.” Back to the real world, then. “Thanks, though. I appreciate the concern. And screwing around. It’s sort of my go-to when I don’t know what to do.”

“Yeah, just zombie out, let it all fall away, I get that,” she nodded along with his statement as she helped him to the wheelchair. “It will STUN YOU to learn I’m not a relationship kind of girl, so that’s kinda’ me, too. Need anything before we see your friends? Lollipop? Under-the-counter ****?”

“I’ll stick to painkillers, but thanks.”

“Your loss.” Emily shrugged and pushed him out to the lobby. Logan wasn’t surprised to see Heather was still here, but Zack, Gavin, Chloe, and Madison were less expected. So was Uncle Rob not being there.

“You,” Zack spoke first, standing up to greet him, “look like crap.”

“Sorry, your mom wouldn’t let me use the shower,” he apologized with a shrug. Zack actually leaned forward and hugged him after that. One of his closest friends, he knew Zack was a total emotional mess and had to be burying down so much panic. It made it just a bit better that he didn’t want to bother Logan with it, just bust his balls and try to get things to normal, however impossible that might be.

“Stuff?” Heather asked Emily as his other friends approached him to check in and try to be helpful. Heater just held her hand out, looking at the older girl with unflinching insistence. Emily handed the bag of his things over.

“The instructions are, um, in the bag …” Emily told her slowly, looking a little askance. Heather double-checked anyway, then briefly glanced over them to make sure she had a basic grasp before accepting it as right.

“Thanks, it’s … been a lot,” Heather said through a sigh, regarding Emily for a moment. “We’ll do the rest. Thanks for taking care of my cousin, though.” Despite her words, she seemed a little raw to Logan’s ears, especially noting the idle rest of her hand on her face, then moving it distinctly, if briefly, by the edge of her mouth, flicking her thumb at the outside of it quickly. Emily blanched a little, while Logan was caught between being embarrassed and laughing. Not that he was ashamed of his sexuality, but Heather had literally caught him before, so each time something like this repeated, he was back there, her standing in the doorway, stopped mid-sentence, with him balls-deep in … Sharon? He thought it was Sharon, at least. Could have been Delilah. They weren’t the person he was most concerned with in that exact moment.

“That was mean,” he said quietly to Heather as she took over pushing his wheelchair. “She’s the only person in here who was actually straight-up nice to me.”

“OH, I noticed!” Heather replied with a wry grin. “And what was mean? I thanked her.”

“What’re we talking about?” Madison interjected, quickly shutting up Logan and allowing Heather to pave over him.

“We were just talking about the standard of care here, that’s all, Mads,” she answered with a disarming smile. “Oh, and how WAS breaking into Logan’s house and getting arrested?”

“Detained,” Chloe said, holding up a finger as they made their way to the elevator.

“Why were you arrested-” Chloe held up her finger firmly, “- detained, why were you detained in my house? Was this just the worst-timed prank conceivably possible?”

“I was the tagalong after Brandon broke up with Ashley, I just needed a ride.” Madison held her hands up defensively. “It was Zack’s idea, anyway.”

Logan was actually grateful for the high school dramatics and stupid choices. It was a constant static, drowning out the screaming parts of him. All the same, a sliver of him still feared the night, alone, in … his house, now. No distractions. Just empty space, massive, and cold, and unforgiving.