The Dangers of Desire

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The Dangers of Desire

Chapter 10

by Matt

Nick woke almost hourly through the rest of the night. Every time, Greg was still in place, cuddled up to him and holding on tightly. When he woke again shortly before eight, he decided not to try and get back to sleep. Instead he just lay watching the boy sleeping in his arms. He looked so calm and peaceful, the polar opposite of the way he had appeared last night, wet, shivering and scared.

Every time he thought about what had happened he felt a knot in his stomach. Thinking about how scared Greg must have been to jump out of a window, just to get away. Or about how the boy would have had to limp his way there in the rain, cold and alone. As he lay there running through it all in his mind, his sadness slowly festered into anger.

He slipped out of bed, leaving the boy laying there asleep. He quickly dressed then put some shorts and a t-shirt at the end of the bed as he remembered Greg was currently naked. He grabbed the wet clothes from the floor and sneaked out of his room silently. He walked across the hallway and opened the door to Corey's room.

"Hey Corey, wake up." he said quietly as he approached his sleeping brother.

Corey opened his eyes, saw it was Nick and closed them again. "Fuck off, it's too early!"

"Corey, it's important." Nick said, his tone stern enough to make Corey open his eyes and sit up.

"What's wrong? Is it Josh?" he asked nervously.

Nick explained what had happened with Greg, everything from Tuesday night with Warren up until his arrival last night. "I need to go and do something. I was hoping that you might be able to keep him company if he wakes up. I don't want him to be alone."

"Sure, no problem." Corey said with a nod.

"I left some clothes for him on the bed, but I'm gonna put this stuff in the dryer in case he wonders where it is." Nick explained.

As Nick left Corey's room, the boy followed him. As Nick headed downstairs, Corey crept into Nick's room and sat down beside the bed.

"Morning." George said, looking at his son in surprise. Seeing him this early on a Sunday was strange enough, but what he was carrying seemed even stranger. "You're doing laundry?" He chuckled to himself, but stopped when he saw Nick's expression. "What's up?"

Nick walked over to the dryer and put Greg's clothes in, then turned back to his Dad and asked, "Can I borrow the car?"

"What's going on?" George asked, clearly concerned.

Nick recounted the tale again, feeling himself getting more and more angry each time he told it. When he was done explaining, his Dad picked up the car keys from the kitchen worktop and handed them over. "You sure you should be doing this? Will you be okay on your own?" he asked, placing a hand on Nick's shoulder.

"No, I'll be okay, thanks. I need to do this." Nick said back with a weak smile. He left the house, got in the car and started driving. He kept glancing at the path, imagining Greg's terrifying walk just a few hours earlier. It only took a couple of minutes to reach his destination and he soon found himself standing on the doorstep, pressing the doorbell.

A minute later, nobody had answered so he rang again. He heard shouts from inside, then a thoroughly bedraggled looking woman pulled it open, her hair askew, eyes heavy and dark, smelling quite strongly of alcohol. "What?" she grunted as she saw Nick.

"Mrs West? I'm a friend of Greg's." Nick said, his anger fading a little under the weight of his nervousness.

"Ugh, whatever, he's in his room." She said, turning away and gesturing towards the stairs.

"No he's not." Nick snapped back. Realising that the woman hadn't even noticed her son was gone renewed the fire of his fury. "He's at my house. He has been since one o'clock this morning!"

"Then whadda you want?" she asked gruffly, not even bothering to look round.

"I want to talk to you, and your husband!" Nick said, following her gingerly.

She huffed again. "Fine. VICTOR!" she yelled at the top of her voice.

"WHAT?" a man's voice shouted back from upstairs.

"GET DOWN HERE NOW YOU LAZY CUNT!" she screamed.

Nick was taken aback. He knew how Greg had described the situation, but witnessing it first hand was something else entirely. He had at least expected they would put on a show of decency in the presence of a stranger. Maybe they were. Maybe this was them behaving?

A man came stomping down the stairs, Mr West, looking just as worn out as his wife. "What the fuck did you just call me..." he started, probably intending to end his question with a string of expletives until he saw Nick. "Who are you?"

"My name's Nick, Mr West. I'm a friend of Greg's." Nick introduced himself, being much more polite than he felt.

"Says he wants to 'talk' to us." Mrs West said with a smirk, adding air quotes.

She walked into the lounge, followed by Nick, with Mr West shortly behind him. Just inside the door was a small pile of shattered glass. Mrs West kicked it aside with her slippered foot and flopped down into an armchair. Mr West sat in a second armchair, then gestured towards the sofa for Nick to sit.

"He says Greg isn't in his room, he says he's at his house!" Mrs West said dismissively.

"What the fuck's he doing there?" Mr West snapped. "I told him he wasn't allowed to go out."

Nick felt his fists clenching. The way Greg had told it, the man had done more than just 'tell' him. "He turned up at my house at one am, soaked, freezing cold and completely distraught." Nick said, barely holding his temper in check. "He left here because he was so afraid of you two that he didn't think he was safe." He expected some kind of big reaction, maybe some kind of remorse, but got nothing.

"The little pussy can't even handle a bit of shouting." Mr West sniggered.

"Don't you know what you're doing to him?" Nick snapped.

"What we do in our own house is our own fucking business." Mr West snarled back. "It's got fuck all to do with you, so keep your fucking nose out of where it doesn't belong!" He stood up, staring angrily down at Nick.

Nick remained seated, glaring back, occasionally glancing round at Mrs West, who had remained silent so far. "With all due respect, Mr West, what happens between you and your wife is none of my business, but when your behaviour starts to affect my friend, your son, the boy you're supposed to protect, that's when it becomes my. Fucking. Business!" Nick stood, staring down the furious-looking man.

"Who the fuck do you think you are? What are doing here?" Mr West demanded, moving round slightly, looking more and more like he was ready to fight.

"I'm here because I thought you might actually give a crap about your son, that if you knew how much you were scaring him you might actually start acting like parents instead of squabbling little fucking children!" Nick shouted at the man.

That was enough to trigger him. He lunged forward. "I'll fucking kill you!" he yelled furiously.

Fortunately, Mrs West was quicker than she appeared, jumping in the stop her husband from actually grabbing Nick. The boy just stared in shock at the man's furious threats, then turned and ran out of the house. Just as he got to the car, he saw Mrs West running after him. "Wait, please. Is he okay?"

Nick shook his head. "No, he's not! And as long as he's afraid of walking into his own home, he never will be!"

"He's... afraid of me?" she stammered, finally starting to show at least a modicum of concern for her child.

"Yeah, he is, and I think he's right to be!" Nick said flatly, then got in the car and drove home.

As soon as he walked in the door, his Dad dashed out into the hallway. All it took was one look from him and Nick burst into tears. His Dad pulled him into a hug. "He can't go back there." Nick said through his tears. "I'm never letting him go near those people again!"

"HOLY FUCK!" Liam yelled out excitedly as he shot his second load as Ryan continued pounding against him from behind. Much like his first explosion, the second had been caused entirely by Ryan's vigorous fucking, his cock remaining untouched.

A guttural grunt from Ryan signalled he was done too and pulled out, flopping to Liam's side. Without Ryan holding him up by the hips, Liam collapsed onto the bed too, exhausted and still convulsing. "Oh my God." Liam panted turning his head to look sideways at his best friend. "Seriously... fuck!"

"Get over it." Ryan said dismissively, staring up at the ceiling.

Liam shuddered and convulsed as the last ripples of pleasure shot through him. He was drenched with sweat, his heart pounding, struggling to catch his breath. "It's a good thing... we don't do that... more often." he panted. Ryan looked round at him questioningly. "A week of that and I doubt I'd ever be able to walk again."

"Fuck off." Ryan said, punching Liam's arm before returning his gaze to the ceiling, a hand absent-mindedly sliding up and down his naked body, following the bumps and lines of his muscles.

"Not that I'm complaining, but is there any reason for the sudden visit?" Liam asked, remembering how Ryan had just turned up at his door an hour before and ripped his clothes off.

"Bad date, total cock tease, just needed some release." Ryan said with a shrug.

"Remind me to hook you up with more cock teases!" Liam chuckled, finally catching his breath. He attempted to turn over but his limbs still felt weak so he remained in place.

Ryan said nothing but punched Liam again. A couple of minutes later, Liam's attempt to turn over was successful, flopping over onto his back, his arm and leg pressing against Ryan's. The bigger man edged away slightly.

"Hey, when we do it, do you ever want to... kiss?" Liam asked cautiously.

"Kiss you? No fucking way. Never have, never will. There's a reason we do it doggy style, I don't even like to look at you!" Ryan said back sharply.

Liam scoffed. "Well thanks, that's always nice to hear." Liam said with a disheartened sigh.

"Don't be a girl. You know what I mean." Ryan said back just as curtly. "It's just sex. I need to cum, you like getting fucked, we both get what we want. Anyway, why? Does Liam want a kiss?" he teased.

"God no." Liam said back honestly. "It's just... I was doing it with Josh the other day and he wanted to kiss. He doesn't usually. Just made me think. That's all."

"Yeah, well he's gay, isn't he!" Ryan said, sitting and reaching for his clothes.

"He's bi." Liam replied defensively.

Ryan rolled his eyes. "He's got a boyfriend. He's gay! That's why he likes all that kissing crap. He actually likes guys, he doesn't just fuck them."

Liam sat up and watched Ryan starting to dress. "So that's the difference between gay and straight? Kissing?" he asked incredulously.

"Fuck, I don't know. I just came round for a fuck, not to debate the nature of human sexuality." Ryan huffed as he pulled his shirt back on.

"Miserable git." Liam muttered, flopping back down on the bed. He reached out and grabbed his phone and after looking at it, sat back up and said, "Hey, looks like Dale's having a birthday party Friday night."

"Cool." Ryan said as he pulled on his jeans.

"Oh, you... might not want to come though." Liam said as he read the rest of the message.

"What? Why not?" Ryan asked, shooting Liam a puzzled look.

Liam smiled and took a deep breath, wondering how best to explain it. "Well... I think most of the entertainment for the night is going to be... pretty gay!"

"Ugh." Ryan huffed, turning away. "I need more straight friends."

Greg woke with a start, looking round nervously as he took a few moments to remember where he was. Realising he was alone in bed, he called out, "Nick?"

"He's not here." Corey replied from the desk chair across the room.

"Corey?" Greg mumbled wearily.

"Hey dude." he replied with a kind smile.

Greg threw back the covers to get out of bed, but remembered he was naked. Blushing, he pulled them back over and glanced at Corey. The boy pointed to the end of the bed. "Nick left you some stuff to wear there." As Greg pulled the shorts on under the covers, Corey went on. "He put your stuff in the dryer before he went out."

Pulling the t-shirt on over his head, Greg paused for a moment, breathing in as the fabric passed over his face. It smelled like Nick. He wondered when he had actually noticed what Nick smelled like, but didn't linger on the thought, instead letting the scent send a ripple of comfort through him. As his head popped through the neck hole, he looked to Corey again and asked, "Where's he gone?"

Corey shrugged. "No idea. Just said he had to do something." Seeing how sad the older boy looked, Corey got up from his seat and walked across the room, taking a seat on the side of the bed. "How you doing?"

"What did Nick tell you?" Greg asked, wondering how much he might have to explain.

"Pretty much everything. Sounds pretty rough." Corey said sympathetically.

Greg just nodded, swinging his legs round off the bed to sit alongside Corey.

"It'll be okay, ya know." Corey said reassuringly. "Nick'll make sure of that."

Greg nodded again. "Yeah, he's pretty cool."

"Yeah, I suppose he is." Corey said, thinking about his brother. "Obviously not as cool as me, but he's not bad."

"Obviously!" Greg agreed with a chuckle. It felt weird to laugh when he was feeling so low, but the boy just managed to bring it out of him. He looked round at the Corey and said, "You're all pretty cool actually. You, Nick and Josh. You're all lucky, having two great brothers."

Now it was Corey's turn to chuckle. "Believe me, it's not all good. When we were younger, we hated each other. They were totally annoying. I s'pose I was too."

"I'd rather be annoyed than lonely." Greg said, looking down at the ground. Corey's laughing immediately stopped. "Sorry. I don't mean to be such a downer." Greg added.

"It's okay. I know how to cheer you up. Have a brother. Go on, pick one. Who d'you want, Nick or Josh? No charge! Just take 'em." Corey joked with a cheeky grin.

Greg looked round at him smiling. "Actually, I think I'll have you. I always wanted a little brother."

Corey jumped off the bed and stood up. "Little? I'm taller than you!"

Greg jumped up to compare, being careful to avoid putting too much weight on his injured foot. It was close, but the younger boy was clearly taller. Greg pouted and said, "Fine, but you're a year younger than me!"

"Ten months!" Corey said back defensively.

"Geez, do you always have to be right? Can I change my mind? I'll take Nick!" Greg said, faking annoyance.

"Sorry, too late big bro. I'm all yours now!" Corey teased. He grabbed Greg and pulled him onto the bed, the two boys wrestling for a few minutes.

"I said keep him company, not keep him restrained!" Nick called out, seeing Corey gripping onto Greg. The two boys stopped and looked over to see him standing in the doorway.

Corey released his grip, allowing the boy to climb off the bed and stand up. He tried to walk over to Nick, but yelled with pain when he put any weight on his left foot. Nick dashed over to him instead, pulled the boy into a hug and asked, "You okay?"

"I am now." Greg whispered back. "Where did you go?"

Nick looked at him guiltily. "I went to see your parents."

"What?!" Greg replied, looking terrified. "Why? Why would you do that?"

"I should go..." Corey said nervously, getting off the bed and dashing out of the room.

"Why? Why do you think? You jumped out of a first floor window in the middle of the night, that's why!" Nick snapped back, sounding harsher than he had intended. He took a breath and added, "Sorry, sorry, I didn't mean to snap. It's just... if you had seen the state you were in last night... I was so angry I had to... I had to do something, anything!"

Greg raised his hands to cover his face, his breathing coming out as heavy hisses between his fingers. Dropping them again, he glared at Nick. "All you've done is make it worse. Now they'll have something else to be pissed at me about!"

"What? No." Nick insisted. He reached up and took hold of the boy's shoulders, amazed that the boy was even thinking about it. "You're not going back there."

"Of course I am. It's my home." Greg replied dejectedly.

Nick shook his head. "Greg... you can't."

"I have to. It's home. It's... they're... they're all I've got." Greg stammered, eyes filling with tears.

"No they're not." Nick insisted. "You've got me, you've got Warren and Sam, there's Corey and my parents..."

"You told your parents?" Greg demanded, eyes wide with fear, stepping back and wincing with pain.

Nick nodded. "I had to, Greg."

"No, I came to you because I thought I could trust you and that you could keep a secret." Greg snapped angrily.

Nick reached out and attempted to stroke the boy's arm, but he pulled away. " This isn't something that should even BE a secret. I know it can't be nice having other people know, but you've got nothing to be ashamed of."

"It's not that." Greg said frustratedly. He turned from Nick, rubbed his hands through his hair and turned back. "They'll just tell the police or social services that I'm in danger and I know what happens then. I get taken away somewhere and put in some temporary home with strangers who'll just treat me even worse. That's what they do to kids who snitch!"

"Wait, Greg, who told you that?" Nick asked, walking over to the boy looking him in the eye.

"My Dad." Greg answered, breathing heavily and looking back at Nick. "They're gonna take me away. I'm gonna be all on my own again."

Nick raised a hand and placed it on the boy's cheek, allowing his thumb to gently stroke his cheek. "Greg, listen to me, your Dad... I think he was just trying to scare you into keeping quiet because that's not how it works at all. Look, when I was younger, my parents used to foster kids who had to be taken out of bad situations. Most of them were never with us for more than a few weeks, but when they were here, they were part of our family. That's what it's like. They don't do it to punish you for telling, they do it to protect you."

As Nick spoke, Greg closed his eyes, pressing his cheek against the older boy's hand.

"Greg, I can't guarantee you exactly what's going to happen." Nick continued. "But I can make you a promise you that whatever happens, wherever you go, I will always, always be here for you."

Greg opened his eyes, smiled through the tears and let Nick pull him into a hug.

"Hey, looks like Liam's on for Friday night." Josh called out from the lounge, reading a text message from his friend. "And Ryan's definitely not!" Josh laughed as he imagined Ryan's reaction to the invitation.

"Cool, well that currently makes it a threesome. We could call it quits at that and just enjoy Liam for the night." Dale said, walking in from the kitchen.

"Give it up, you already agreed to the party. It's happening!" Josh said, frustrated at the repeated attempts to get out of it.

"Fine." Dale said miserably, taking a seat beside Josh who continued looking at his phone. As Josh read a different message, his smile dropped away. "What's up?" Dale asked.

"Corey's on his way over. D'you mind if he spends the day here?" Josh requested.

Dale shrugged. "Yeah, no problem. What's going on?"

"I'm not really sure. Something seems to have happened with Warren's friend, Greg. For some reason, he's at my parents' house. Corey said he'll explain when he gets here." Josh explained, as confused as he was worried. "Ya know, he wasn't himself yesterday at the match. I wonder if I could have done more."

Dale reached out and rubbed his boyfriend's leg gently. "Don't start thinking like that, you'll only make yourself feel worse. Besides, you've had plenty of your own problems to think about."

"Yeah, I s'pose." Josh nodded, but couldn't shake the feeling he should have been more attentive with the boy the previous day.

"Actually, I was thinking about your... issues this morning and I may have an idea." Dale said, happy to have something to distract Josh. "I know a big part of what's up is the sex side of it, the whole subbing thing, so.... why don't we find you a new master!"

Josh's mind was blown. He had always loved Dale for his willingness to embrace an open relationship, but this was a whole new level. Was he actually going to help find another guy for Josh to have sex with? To be subservient to? Once again Dale was sitting there proving how wonderful he was. Best boyfriend ever? Josh figured it was a distinct possibility.

After the initial burst of affection from Dale came a whole host of other feelings. Fear of the unknown, anticipation of what a new master might bring, excitement at the thought of getting orders again, nervousness at what new humiliations might await him.

"That... could be awesome!" Josh said, shuddering slightly from the thought of it.

Before they had time to start making any plans, Corey arrived. Once he was settled in, he filled them in on all the details about what had happened.

"Fuck. Poor kid." Dale said, shaking his head.

"Yeah." Corey said sadly followed by a heavy sigh.

"So what are they doing now?" Josh asked. Dale could see Josh still felt a little guilty about not probing further into Greg's problems the day before, so he sidled closer and put an arm around him.

"Mum's worried he may have broken a bone or something in his foot, you know what she's like! So they're taking him to the hospital to get him checked out. Dad and Nick are going with them, but Dad says he's gonna contact social services while they're there. They figured there'd be a lot of stuff going on and that maybe it'd be best if I wasn't around." Corey explained. "So you get the pleasure of my company for the day." he added, putting on a clearly forced smile.

"You know we're always happy to have you." Dale said back, squeezing Josh gently.

"Actually it's a good thing you're here. I wanted to talk to you about this guy's birthday party." Josh said, gesturing at Dale. "We'd like you to come, but I'm not sure you'll want to."

"Why not?" Corey asked frowning and looking back and forth between the two men.

"Well we were thinking that some of it may get a little bit..." Josh started, then struggled to think how best to describe it.

"Gay?" Dale suggested.

Josh shrugged and nodded. "Not exactly how I'd have put it, but yeah. Lots of that sort of stuff. I know you've done things like that before, but I know it's not really your thing any more. I thought I'd mention it anyway so you can decide for yourself. I didn't want to not invite you and have you feel left out, but at the same time I didn't want you to turn up and feel obliged to do stuff you're not comfortable with."

Corey nodded, looking thoughtful for a moment, appreciating his big brother's obvious concern for him. "Okay, I'll think about it." he said with a now-genuine smile.

"I really don't think this is necessary." Greg insisted as he sat in the waiting room alongside Nick's Mum.

"Don't be silly, you can barely walk." she insisted, looking round at the boy disapprovingly.

"Fine." Greg said, pouting a little. He stared at the ground for a moment, then looked round at the woman beside him. "Thanks, by the way, Mrs McKenzie, for all of this."

She smiled warmly and said, "Call me Pippa. And you're more than welcome." She reached round and put an arm around the boy's shoulders, then looked across the waiting area to where George and Nick were talking to a couple of members of staff.

"What's going to happen with my parents?" Greg asked quietly.

"It's been a while since we were involved in this sort of thing and I know things have changed, so I can't say for sure. I expect a social worker will have to go and see them, look into what's been happening and determine if it's safe for you to go back there." Pippa answered honestly.

"So I might be able to go back?" the boy asked, eyes fixed on the ground.

"Do you... want to go back?" Pippa asked.

"Yes... No... I don't know." Greg mumbled. "It's home. It sucks but it's home. If I don't, what'll happen to me?"

Pippa shook her head. "I'm not completely sure. They'll have to find somewhere else for you to go, but don't worry, they'll make sure it's somewhere you'll be welcome and safe. I know this is all scary, but I promise everything they do is to look after you."

Greg looked round at her and smiled weakly. "Thanks."

A few moments later, Nick and his Dad walked over, sitting opposite them. "Everything okay?" Pippa asked, raising her eyebrows at her husband as she spoke.

He nodded back to her knowingly. "Yeah, all sorted."

It was clear they just didn't want to say too much in front of Greg, they could both see he was barely holding on. Nick was just about to get up and move next to Greg when a man walked over.

"Greg, I'm Simon. Are you okay to come in so I can take a look at your foot?" the man said, smiling warmly. When the boy looked up at him, he added, "Would you like someone to come in with you?"

Nervously Greg looked up at Nick who smiled back and stood up. "Come on bud, let's get you in." He helped Greg stand.

"Didn't they offer you a wheelchair?" Simon asked, frowning and looking over at the reception.

"They did." Nick said quickly. "But tough guy here said he could manage!" He gave Greg's arm a gentle nudge

"Sod off." Greg said, blushing and glaring at Nick.

Simon just smiled at the exchange then started leading the two boys towards the long rows of curtained cubicles. Most of the cubicles were occupied, some with curtains closed and others open with people laying on the beds. Pippa and George followed, but stayed outside the cubicle as the other three went inside and pulled the curtain closed.

"Okay, if you could just slip your shoes and socks off please Greg." Simon requested as he took a seat on the bed.

Greg kept looking nervously at Nick. The older boy couldn't help smirking at Greg's reaction. It was getting more and more obvious that his nerves were down to his medical fantasy he had confessed a couple of days before. It helped that Simon was quite an attractive young man. He was in his mid-to-late twenties with short blonde hair parted to one side and powder blue eyes behind black-framed glasses. The glasses and general appearance, coupled with the hospital uniform and stethoscope around his neck virtually made him the walking embodiment of the term 'sexy geek'. Nick was actually a little jealous that Greg was the one being examined.

Greg looked distinctly less happy about it as he pulled off his footwear, wincing slightly as he pulled the shoe off of his injured, swollen foot. As Greg dropped his shoes and socks to the floor, Simon pulled on a pair of latex gloves and began examining the boy's foot. He tried to slide the leg of his jeans up a little, but couldn't get them far.

"I'm going to need you to take the jeans off too so I can get a better look at your leg." Simon said softly. He looked at Greg, then at Nick.

"It's okay, he can stay." Greg said, understanding the gesture.

Nick was barely containing his smirks as he watched Greg undo his jeans and pull them down. He was surprised to see the boy wasn't hard yet. He had expected a raging boner. Greg dropped the jeans to the floor too and stared up at the ceiling, desperately trying not to look at Simon as the examination resumed.

The young Doctor started moving the foot around while holding onto various parts of Greg's ankle and lower leg. Nick stared in delight as the bulge in Greg's boxers started to swell. He could see Greg's cheeks turning brighter and brighter red as he got more and more aroused.

The younger boy made the mistake of looking down at it. At the exact same moment, Simon looked up, noticed the bulge then made eye contact with Greg. He looked a rabbit caught in the headlights of an oncoming vehicle. "I... I..."

"He's got a total doctor fetish!" Nick said, laughing.

"Nick!" Greg called out in horror as Simon did his best to hold back his own laughter.

"Relax. It happens way more often than you'd expect. It's nothing to be embarrassed about!" Simon reassured the boy. "Besides, you're not alone!" He gestured over to Nick who was showing significant growth of his own.

Greg looked over as Nick attempted to rearrange himself to hide it and started laughing too, delighted at how easily the man had turned the situation round on Nick.

"Now, can we get on with the exam?" Simon asked, looking round at Nick, who just blushed, then back at Greg and added, "And don't worry, I don't need to examine that far up!"

"Shame!" Greg muttered without thinking, then blushed again as Nick and Simon both laughed. "I'm just gonna lay here and die. Carry on!" Greg insisted, dropping his head back down and closing his eyes.

Simon fought a chuckle thencontinued the exam, feeling various parts, asking where it hurt and how much. By the time he was done, the bulge in Greg's underwear was highlighted by a large wet patch of precum.

"Feel free to lend him a hand!" Nick said, winking at Simon.

The young man blushed, looked round at the boy's bulge then back at Nick. "Tempting, but I don't fancy losing my job!" Nick looked almost as disappointed as Greg. "Why don't we go and wait outside and give Greg a minute to... compose himself?"

"Okay." Nick said, smirking at the boy who looked ready to die from embarrassment.

They parted the curtain slightly then stepped out, letting it swing closed behind them.

Nick's parents had wandered slightly as they waited, but rushed back over as they saw Nick and Simon emerge. "Well I don't think anything's broken, it's most likely just a very bad sprain, but I'm gonna get it x-rayed just to be sure."

"That's a relief. What can we do?" Pippa asked, clearly relieved.

Simon stepped away for a moment and grabbed a leaflet out of a holder on the wall. "If it does turn out to be a sprain, we recommend what we call PRICE. It stands for Protection, Rest, Ice, Compression and Elevation. There's some info in the leaflet and lots more on the NHS website."

George took the leaflet and started looking through it.

"I'll go and arrange someone to take him up to x-ray." Simon said. Pippa immediately moved towards the curtain, intending to check on Greg. Simon saw her move and tried to intercept, but it was too late.

"Greg..." she started as she pulled back the curtain, then froze.

"Aah." Greg moaned quietly, as he started to ejaculate over himself. His t-shirt was pulled up round his neck, boxers round his knees, erection in hand. "Fuck!" he called out, seeing Nick, George, Pippa, Simon and the woman in the cubicle opposite all staring at him. He wanted to reach down and cover up, but he was mid-orgasm and the intensity of it had virtually made him lose control of his limbs.

Pippa just pulled the curtain closed.

"Hey guys, it's just me!" Warren called out as he let himself into Josh and Dale's apartment. He wandered into the lounge, pulling off his coat and smiled as he saw Corey sat on the sofa with Dale. He gave them both quick hugs then sat down between them. "Geez, who died?" he asked, seeing their glum expressions.

Corey quickly explained what had happened with Greg and soon Warren's expression matched their own. "I fucking hate his parents!" the boy snapped angrily, face screwed up with rage.

"Hey, calm down." Dale said, rubbing a hand up and down the boy's back. "It's all gonna get sorted now. No need to get so angry."

"Sorry." Warren said, calming down, breathing heavily. "I just... after hearing the way his Dad yelled at him... But yeah, it's gonna be okay now. Anyway, where's Josh?"

"In the kitchen, sorting dinner. I think all this stuff is bothering him. He only cooks when he's upset!" Dale replied.

Warren jumped up off the sofa. "It's okay, I'll go cheer him up." he said with a grin. Dale and Corey laughed as he dashed out of the room and headed into the kitchen. "Hey sexy." he said, making Josh jump.

The man turned to look at Warren standing in the doorway. "Hey you." he said happily. He held his arms out and the boy rushed into them, holding onto him tightly. They pulled apart slightly, still holding on, staring into each other's eyes. They moved together again, this time pressing their lips together, kissing softly at first, gradually getting more and more passionate, tongues sliding together, hands running through each other's hair.

"Hey Josh...." Corey started, walking into the kitchen. He froze as he saw the two of them quickly parting. He glared angrily at them both. "For fuck's sake, what if I'd been Dale?"

"What, we were just saying hello!" Warren said innocently.

Corey shook his head disapprovingly. "I know a hello kiss when I see one and that most definitely wasn't it! If you're gonna keep doing this, at least be a bit more subtle!" he snapped. He walked over to the kettle, filled it up and turned it on. "I only came to ask you put the kettle on, Dale wanted a coffee. You remember him right... your boyfriend, your brother!" Corey glared from one of them to the other as he mentioned their relationship to the man. He gave them a final look of annoyance before heading back out of the kitchen.

The two of them just looked at each other, awkwardly silent.

Greg sat in a wheelchair (at Simon's insistence) alongside Pippa, George and Nick, all four of them silent. Since they arrived in the waiting room for the x-ray department, none of them had said a word while Greg's face remained constantly bright red.

It was Pippa who finally broke the silence. "It could have been worse!" she said casually.

Greg, Nick and George all looked round at her slowly. She just sat there.

"...... How?" Greg asked, starting to look more annoyed than embarrassed.

"Well, three years ago..." she started.

Nick's eyes widened as he realised where she was going. "Mum..." he interrupted, cautiously.

Pippa smirked for a moment at Nick's reaction, then looked back at Greg. "Three years ago, I was doing the laundry. I went up to Nick's room to put his clothes away..."

"Mum, don't!" Nick virtually begged.

"And as I walked into his room," she continued, ignoring his pleas. "There he was, naked as the day he was born, upside down against the wall, cumming in his own face!"

Nick just stared open-mouthed and red-faced as Greg and George both broke into raucous laughter. The embarrassed boy buried his face into his hands.

When he finally stopped laughing, Greg felt himself starting to blush again, but said, "Yeah, I suppose that is kind of worse!"

"Kind of?" Nick snapped, then buried his face back in his hands.

That got more laughter from Nick's parents and Greg.

"Look, this stuff happens. You boys do that, sometimes you're gonna get spotted. It's happened to Josh and Corey too. I guess this just makes you part of the family!" Pippa said kindly, reaching out and placing her hand on Greg's.

Greg sighed. He still felt like he wanted a hole to open up beneath him and swallow him up, but at least he felt a little better. "Thanks Pippa." he said with a smile.

Warren and Josh had intentionally sat as far apart as they could when they rejoined Dale and Corey in the lounge. Fortunately Corey seemed to have gotten over his annoyance pretty quickly and the four of them did their best to talk about more cheerful things than Greg's situation.

Eventually the conversation had come back round onto Dale's birthday.

"Any idea what you'd like?" Corey asked, knowing he was unlikely to get any gift ideas directly from the disgruntled man.

Dale just shrugged. "Nothing. You know I'm not bothered about it."

"Ugh, you're impossible." Corey said in frustration. "Hey, maybe I'll just get you a gallon of lube. Sounds like you're gonna need it for Friday anyway!"

Warren's face lit up and he looked back and forth between Josh and Dale excitedly. "So he decided to go for it?" he asked excitedly. Josh nodded with a grin.

"Yeah, he mentioned it was YOUR idea!" Dale said, eyes narrowing as he glared at his little brother.

"You're welcome!" Warren laughed back.

"But nothing too extreme. I want an evening of fun, not some hardcore orgy, okay?" Dale insisted.

"Okay." Warren nodded, still seeming happy with the idea. "So who's coming?"

"So far it's me, you, Dale and Liam." Josh replied. "Nick's gonna be a yes. Ryan's a definite no. Corey's currently a maybe..."

Corey shot Josh an annoyed look, knowing exactly what was about to happen.

"Maybe?" Warren asked, looking round at the younger boy. "Maybe? Seriously, Cor? Come on, say yes, you gotta say yes, you know you want to, it'll be like the good old days. Go on, go on , go on."

"Thanks for that!" Corey said with a frustrated sigh as Josh and Dale laughed at the younger boy's sudden burst of excitement.

Warren jumped out of his seat and jumped into Corey's lap. Despite being more than a year older, he was significantly smaller than Corey. As he sat on the younger boy's lap, he leaned back against him, tilted his head back and whispered, "Go ooooon.... you know you want to."

Corey couldn't help smiling at Warren's insistence. At the same time, he couldn't help a very different physical reaction. Hoping Warren hadn't noticed, he pushed him off of his lap and said, "I already said I'll think about it. So... maybe!"

Warren fell to the floor with a thud. He looked up at Corey, then back over to their older brothers. "His mouth says maybe, but his cock says yes!"

The two men burst into laughter as Corey blushed. It was a rare sight, the boy often seemed impossible to embarrass, but Warren had managed it.

"Hey Warren, do you think Sam might come?" Dale asked. Sneaking a glance at Josh, he saw his boyfriend squirming a little at the mention of the boy's name.

"I dunno. He likes messing around, but it may be a bit more than he's interested in. I mean, he's kinda straight." Warren said with a shrug.

"Yeah, so's Corey, but... ya know!" Dale said, winking at the embarrassed boy and getting a middle finger in return.

Warren climbed up off the floor and jumped into the empty armchair. "Fair enough. I can ask him, see what he thinks."

Dale fixed his gaze on Josh. "Good, I know it'd mean a lot to Josh if he could be here!" He watched with delight as Josh looked mortified.

Warren grinned and stared wide-eyed at Josh. "Does Josh like Sam? That's awesome! I gotta tell him!"

"Warren, don't..." Josh pleaded.

"If I tell him... he might come on Friday!" Warren said, smirking.

"I hate you all." Josh said, sliding down in the seat and covering his face with a cushion.

Pippa was clearly enjoying making a fuss of Greg. With Josh moved out and her other two sons so rarely at home, her maternal side sometimes got a bit neglected. Having someone she could run round after took her back to the old days when the boys required all of her attention. As relieved as she was to be free of that sometimes, it still felt nice to have this brief reminder of it.

She had Greg set up in the lounge with his foot raised up on a footstool with an ice pack on it. Nick had stayed by his side, keeping him company and doing his best to shield the boy from being completely smothered by the woman.

It was late afternoon when there was a knock at the door and the man from social services came in to see them. He talked to all of them about what had happened, spoke to Greg alone for a while, spoke to Pippa and George separately and then brought them all back in together. He said that things were difficult because it was the weekend, but they had contacted the Courts to obtain what he called an 'Emergency Protection Order' which is what would allow them to keep Greg away from his parents legally.

He advised that it would take a couple of days to do all of their safeguarding checks with Greg's parents and that in the meantime he would have to be homed somewhere else. Greg had remained quiet up until then, but made his unhappiness known at the thought of being taken away. That was when he got the good news.

"Actually, we had a chat about that." Pippa had interrupted. "We used to do some foster caring so our details are still on their record. We'd have some paperwork to complete and they'd need to update some of their checks, but they'd be happy for you to stay here for a few days... if that's what you want?"

"Yes!" he called out excitedly, almost laughing, then calmed himself and said politely. "I mean... yes, I'd like that."

"I thought you'd say that." The social worker said with a smile. "I'll get things moving on our end then. Let's go and sort out the paperwork."

The adults left the room and moved to the dining room where they could take care of business, leaving Nick and Greg alone.

"See, told you it'd all work out. You're gonna fine." Nick said, putting an arm around the boy.

Greg just stared into his eyes. In that moment, he found himself overcome by an unexpected urge. He moved closer to the older boy and kissed him. Nick's whole body tensed up from the shock of it, but he soon found himself relaxing into it, enjoying the feeling of the boy's lips on his own.

If you enjoyed this and want to read any of my other stories, they can be found as follows

Series

Benny Takes Control - http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/benny-takes-control/

The Dangers of Desire (sequel to Benny Takes Control) - http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/the-dangers-of-desire/

Possession - http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/sf-fantasy/possession-series/

Standalones

The Art of Seduction - http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/the-art-of-seduction