Homecoming - Part 1
If you're here for the story, there's plenty of it. If you're here for the sex, there's not as much as usual. Don't worry, once I wrap up this storyline, we'll be back to the usual antics. Feel free to reach out with your thoughts. As always, thanks for reading!
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In the weeks leading up to Harrison being found, things were tense and hectic. The penthouse was constantly bustling with people coming and going. No one wanted to leave Jack alone, though as time passed, it became less of a worry. For their own peace of mind, most of the crew stayed at the penthouse, anxiously waiting for updates. Among them, Alex, Raccoon, and Cameron were sort of out of place.
Of the three, Alex had the worst reputation. He was the one who had raped Calista, resulting in his banishment by Jack. Those who knew him beforehand were aware of what a shitty person he once was. He wasn’t much different from the scum who currently held Harrison. However, Calista's determination to bring him back and her acceptance of him as her own made things smoother. The change in Alex after she collared him was a major improvement.
It was no secret that Raccoon was Harrison's drug dealer. Some quietly suspected he may have played a role in Harrison's problems, but Raccoon knew he couldn't be completely blamed. He never forced or pressured Harrison into using anything, nor did he give him anything against his will. Jack made sure that Raccoon was welcomed and treated well. It was a bit uncomfortable at first, but Raccoon was able to handle any scrutiny thrown his way. As someone who is older and more experienced, he took everything in stride.
Cameron, Jack’s young driver, took longer to fit in. After Jack revealed his affair with Cameron, it took some time for everyone to process it. Here, Harrison was struggling with addiction and Jack was involved in a somewhat serious relationship with another boy. Even for Jack, it seemed like a bit much. If he had just been casually fucking random people, it was somehow more acceptable. It took Cameron some time for him to warm up to the group and form genuine connections.
In a social circle where everyone had probably fucked everyone else, it helped that the three boys were hot. Sex was the great equalizer. Calista took the most persuading to accept them, especially Raccoon. Once Blaze pointed out her hypocrisy in accepting Alex while ostracizing Raccoon, she relented. Despite his initial skepticism, Blaze was quite welcoming. Justin was too occupied working with Wagner to solve the case at hand, while the others were indifferent and simply glad to have everyone come together for Jack's sake. Lastly, CJ was relentlessly friendly towards them all.
Alex was fully focused on pleasing Calista, leaving little room for distractions. However, Cameron and Raccoon formed a close bond through their connections with Jack and Harrison. They were both involved in relationships that went beyond just physical intimacy; there were deep emotional bonds between them and their men. While it was possible for them to be cast aside, it seemed unlikely. One evening, a few weeks before Harrison was found, they sat on the balcony talking as Raccoon smoked a joint.
“You sure you don’t want a hit? It’s not too strong. Just something to help you relax, take the edge off. I blended it myself so you won’t get too high.”
“No thanks, I tried smoking once and it was a disaster. Probably laced with something. I stick to just drinking now.”
“Drinking can really mess you up too. But if you ever change your mind, let me know. I’m not like other dealers, I can be trusted.”
“Cool, so you made a real effort to keep Harrison away from the dangerous stuff?”
“I did my best. But I wasn’t with him 24/7. We had a good thing going for a while. We would hang out at my place and I would give him controlled doses of stuff. I was like his pharmacist, not his dealer. Ah, but he always wanted more. And that’s where I went wrong. I didn’t give what he wanted in the safe environment we were in. Even though I knew what he was doing, I told him no, but that was probably the worst thing I could have done.”
“But how could you have known? I get wanting to try things, but I was too scared to ever do it. Plus, I had my family to think about. It sounds like Harrison was more daring.”
“Oh, he definitely was. That boy couldn’t be stopped if he wanted something. I know I had a hand in his problem, but I don’t feel responsible for it. He made his own choices and chose to experiment with things he was warned about. I just wish I had been firmer when he was at my place. Maybe I could have saved him.”
“Hey, don’t blame yourself. You seem like a great guy. No wonder Harrison trusted you. You really care about Harrison.”
“I love him. I fucking love him so much, maybe too much.”
As Raccoon’s mood shifted, Cameron put an arm around him. “I know how you feel. I’m in love with Jack and now...I don't know what's going to happen. And I feel guilty saying this, but can I trust you? This is just between us, right?”
“We can talk freely. Let it all out. I won’t tell a soul.”
Cameron let out a deep sigh before speaking. “I feel terrible for even thinking this, but I couldn't help hoping that...that Harrison wouldn't come back. It's not like I wanted anything bad to happen to him. I just wanted him to find someone else and leave so I could have Jack all to myself. But I knew that wasn't going to happen. I know how much they mean to each other. I shouldn't have felt that way.”
Raccoon patted Cameron's back sympathetically. “I know what you're going through, kiddo. We both fell for amazing guys who aren't completely available, but also kind of are. It's complicated. But we'll figure it out.” Raccoon turned Cameron towards him and placed his hands on his waist. “I see why Jack likes you so much. You're adorable and your smile is so sweet. And those eyes...” Raccoon gazed into Cameron's eyes with the same intensity that Cameron was looking back at him. “You're a hottie, Cameron.”
“Gee, um, th-thanks? S-S-Sorry, I s-stutter when I-I-I’m n-nervous.”
“Why are you nervous? You have nothing to worry about with me.”
“I th-think you’re hot.”
“Look at the two of us flirting with each other. Why don’t we go grab some dinner and, I don’t know, have a little date. Just you and me.”
“Jack would probably tell us to do that, wouldn’t he?”
“I know Harrison would. Come on, let’s go. It will give us something fun to tell them about later.”
Cameron and Raccoon spent almost three hours talking about their lives, their loves, and anything else that came to mind. They got along wonderfully, bonding over the shared experience of falling in love with two men who were inseparable. Despite the challenges they faced, they both agreed that meeting Jack Holden was the best thing that could have happened to them. They also couldn't resist flirting with each other throughout the night. It was clear that the evening was leading towards something more than just conversation
“Soooo, I can drive you back to Jack’s… or maybe you’d like to, I don’t know, get a room somewhere? I’d take you home, but that’s more than an hour away.”
“I would love to keep hanging out. This restaurant is inside a hotel, so…”
“Shit, right. I honestly forgot this place is not just a brewery. I was thinking too much about what I want to do to you.”
“Who says I will let you? Maybe I want to do things to you?”
“I guess we need to get a room and see who gets to do what to whom.”
After booking a room at the Brewhouse Inn, the guys wasted no time getting to it. When they finally reached their room, Raccoon shut the door behind them as Cameron took a look around. Raccoon just stood in place, watching him.
“What? What are you looking at?”
“I’m just watching you. You always have a look of wonder on your face. It’s like you are permanently in awe.”
“It’s a nice room! Just checking it out. Do you want me to look at you instead?” Cameron slowly stepped closer to Raccoon, who was still standing by the door. “I could just stand here and stare at your perfect skin and your cool surfer hair and your pretty blue eyes. I mean, if that’s what you want.”
“That’s sweet of you. Sure, you can just stare at me. Then I can stare at you and your swoosh of reddish brown hair and your cute nose and your nerdy smile.” Raccoon pulled Cameron closer. “I’m just trying to figure you out. You have been sending a lot of signals tonight.”
“Really? Like what kinds of signals?”
“Hmmm, at one point tonight I felt like you wanted me to plow you in the bathroom. But you seemed too sweet for that and you wanted something more… appropriate. You kinda give off some dominant vibes. I’m just sorting through your signals. I have to imagine if you’re with Jack that you are pretty much a top, right?”
“Jack is the first guy I ever topped. I had only been fucked before that, but not even that much. I’ve had more sex since I’ve been here than I had before I met Jack.”
“Ah, so you are still figuring yourself out.”
“I am learning. I love that I get to explore with Jack. I’m pretty sure he’s done everything. I’ve learned a bit more about myself.” Cameron said with a wicked smile. “But you and Harrison? It sounds like Harrison does it all too.”
“Harrison is a wild boy. He fucks like a well tuned machine, and he loves to get fucked. It is like he’s having a religious experience when he’s getting fucked. And that’s without drugs!”
“Honestly, I am looking forward to playing with him. And definitely with him and Jack together. Maybe even all four of us.”
“Why don’t we have our own fun before we start thinking about Jack and Harrison?”
Cameron, in a sudden surge of boldness, stepped closer to Raccoon, his eyes smoldering with desire. He placed a firm hand on Raccoon's chest and gently pushed him against the wall. "Then I guess we shouldn’t waste any more time." he suggested with a seductive purr. Raccoon's eyes widened in surprise as he leaned into Cameron's touch. They both knew that the dynamics of their usual encounters were in play. With a playful smirk, Cameron leaned in and whispered, "I'll bet you think I’m just a fussy little twink that will just spread my legs for you."
"Possibly. And maybe you think I’m some old druggie who can’t keep up with you.” Raccoon snarled in a mischievous tone.
Cameron's hand trailed down to the tie on Raccoon's cotton surf pants and pulled it loose. The unexpected game of cat and mouse had begun, and as they continued to explore the uncharted waters of what each other wanted, they were both eager to find out who would literally come out on top.
"I will give you this, you are not what I expected." Raccoon mused as he felt Cameron's hand slowly inching down into his pants. He leaned in and whispered, "Okay, I'll play along." The room grew quieter, the only sound their heated breathing. Cameron's hand paused for a moment, and then he quickly pushed his hand down and grabbed onto Raccoon’s hard cock.
Raccoon acted as if he was playing along, as if he was opening himself up Cameron’s dominance. Cameron had a confident look on his face as he growled softly into Raccoon’s ear. Raccoon chuckled and then grabbed Cameron's shoulders and spun him around, pressing him against the wall. "Alright, you little tease, you want to play games?" His hands slid down Cameron's body until he got to the boy’s jeans. He quickly unbuttoned them and slid them down, letting them fall to the floor. His underwear soon followed."Guess who's going to be the boss tonight?" he whispered.
"I guess we're going to find out," Cameron purred as he slid Raccoon’s pants down.
The playful banter had turned into a battle of wills, each man eager to claim the other. As their bodies grew closer, their need for each other grew more urgent. It was clear that the lines of power would blur and shift as the night unfolded As if on cue, they both leaned in to kiss one another. The kiss was deep and aggressive. Their hands roaming each other’s bodies, pulling their shirts off and stepping out of their pants.
Cameron leaned back, a knowing smile on his lips as he looked up at Raccoon. "Is this game really just about who gets to top first?" he asked, almost as a challenge. "Because, to be honest, I think we both know we're going to end up fucking each other tonight." They stared at each other, the tension ratcheting up another notch. Raccoon's grip on Cameron's shoulders tightening slightly. "You're right," he admitted. "But the thrill of the chase is half the fun."
He then claimed Cameron's lips once again, their tongues dancing together in a fiery duel. They broke apart, panting, their eyes locked in silent understanding. The game was on, and the prize was who got to claim whose ass first.
Raccoon's eyes sparkled with mischief as he leaned down and picked up his pants, he pulled a small baggie with a few pills from his pocket, holding it up between them. "Want to make things really interesting?" he asked, his voice low and seductive. "They’re mild, it'll enhance the experience without going overboard."
Cameron considered the offer. He had heard about the intense highs that came with ecstasy, the way it could heighten every sensation. But, as tempting as it was to go on a wild ride, Cameron found himself shaking his head. "No thanks," his voice firm, "I want to feel everything, naturally. How about a rain check?" Raccoon couldn't help but admire the younger man's self-control. He tossed the baggie on the dresser.
They went back to kissing more urgently as they continued to tussle against the wall, their hands exploring each other's bodies with hunger. Raccoon had to admit, Cameron's assertiveness was surprisingly alluring. Cameron's hand slipped down to grip Raccoon's ass, pulling him closer, making it clear that he had no intention of backing down. Raccoon, usually the one in charge, realized he had underestimated Cameron’s potential.
Suddenly, Cameron's hand shot up and grabbed a fistful of Raccoon's hair, yanking his head back and exposing his neck. He laid down a trail of feverish kisses. The sensation was intoxicating. The power had shifted for sure. Their playful struggle finally led them to the bed, Cameron looking down on Raccoon's athletic, smooth body as Raccoon took in Cameron's lean, toned body. Their eyes locked once more, and for a moment, they were at a stalemate. The playful tug-of-war led them to the center of the king-sized bed with passionate intentions.
Finally, it was Cameron who broke the silence, his voice a seductive growl. "Looks like I’m going first." he said as he pushed Raccoon down onto the bed, raising his legs up and leaning over him. Raccoon couldn't help but submit to the thrill of being claimed by someone he fully expected to be submissive. The game was far from over, but for now, Cameron had made his move, and Raccoon was all too happy to let him take the reins.
Raccoon spread his legs wider, offering himself up without a single word of protest. Cameron's gaze was intense as he lined up and pushed into Raccoon's tight hole. Raccoon's eyes rolled back in his head as Cameron filled him inch by inch. Cameron's hands roamed over Raccoon's body, digging into his flesh as he picked up the pace, his movements growing more aggressive and rough. "Oh yeah boy, come on, fuck me," Raccoon begged, "Show me what you can do." And with those words, Raccoon was at the mercy of the passionate storm that Cameron had unleashed upon him.
Cameron's rhythm grew more erratic as he approached the edge, his hips pounding into Raccoon with a fervor that seemed to shake the hotel room. Raccoon was lost in the sensation of being filled so completely by the younger stud. But just as Cameron was about to reach his climax, Raccoon's experience allowed him the chance to turn the tables. With a surprising show of strength, he bucked and pushed Cameron off him, and out of him. "Looks like it’s my turn." With one swift movement, Raccoon flipped Cameron onto his stomach, grabbing a handful of the younger man's hair and pulling his head back, exposing the smooth, unblemished skin of his neck. "You didn’t think you were in control, did you?" Raccoon growled.
Cameron's eyes widened as he felt Raccoon's cock thrust into him in one swift, powerful move, eliciting a cry of pleasure from Cameron. Raccoon's strokes were deep and punishing, a stark contrast to the tender moments before. Cameron's body stretched to accommodate the thickness of Raccoon's cock, each plunge sending him spiraling closer to the brink.
With each deep, punishing thrust, Raccoon brought Cameron closer to the edge, his moans grew louder, his body writhing beneath Raccoon as he felt the pressure build inside him. Cameron was jerking his cock furiously, but Raccoon wasn’t letting him have his release yet. Just as Cameron was about to explode, Raccoon would reach down and grab his hand, pulling it away, denying him the release he craved. Time and time again, he brought Cameron to the brink, only to prevent his orgasm.
"Please," he gasped with desire. "Let me cum." But Raccoon was relentless, his own climax building as he savored the power he held over Cameron. Finally, unable to hold back any longer, Raccoon buried his cock deep inside Cameron's ass and let go, his hot seed filling him.
Cameron's body tensed as he was overtaken by an intense orgasm, his cock spurting ropes of cum onto the bed without the aid of his hands. The force of it made him arch up, pushing back onto Raccoon's still-throbbing dick, their bodies riding the waves of pleasure together. As their orgasms subsided, Raccoon collapsed onto Cameron's back, both of them panting and trembling. The game of dominance had come to a close, at least for this round, leaving them both breathless and craving more.
***
After being found, Harrison was rushed to the hospital where doctors worked to stabilize him. They were astounded by the dangerous levels of heroin and other drugs in his system. One doctor even commented that he had enough heroin for three men to overdose and it was a miracle that he was still alive.
When Jack arrived at the hospital to see him, he was shocked by how terrible Harrison looked. He lay unconscious in a hospital bed, hooked up to various machines and tubes. In addition to the drugs, Harrison's recovery was complicated by severe dehydration and malnutrition. His body was barely functioning.
Harrison's physical state was a heartbreaking sight for Jack. His body was covered in bruises, needle marks, and welts. His skin was pale and his lips cracked, with sunken eyes rimmed by dark circles. The toll of his captivity was evident in his extreme weight loss - his ribs were visible and his cheeks were hollowed out. Jack couldn't even cry upon seeing his once chipper, energetic, sweet boy in such a state. Blaze stood behind him, equally devastated.
Not only did Harrison have a broken arm that went untreated, but he also suffered from a broken nose and missing teeth. His skin was raw in places from ropes and duct tape, his cock and balls were raw and swollen and his ass was severely damaged - not just an exposed rosebud, but almost a full prolapse.
Blaze was livid and heartbroken. "That bastard took everything from him, every fucking thing." Jack stood next to the bed, holding Harrison’s limp hand. They both watched over him in silence as they processed the extent of Harrison's injuries.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door and a doctor entered. "Hello, is this Mr. Holden? I'm Dr. Amira Kirkland."
Jack turned to see a tall and strikingly beautiful black woman. "Yes, I'm Jack. Thanks for taking care of my husband. This is Blaze, he's basically a brother to Harrison."
Dr. Kirkland smiled warmly. "It's my job to treat everyone who comes through these doors with the same level of care. But I have to say, Harrison is no ordinary patient. I honestly didn't think he would make it with the extent of his injuries and abuse."
"He’s a resilient boy," Jack replied. "He just has an incredible will to live."
“It is pretty astonishing. I have some good news and some bad news, how would you like to proceed?”
“However you see fit, doctor.”
"Ok then, let’s start with good news," Dr. Kirkland began, her voice calm and reassuring despite the grave situation. "I am very confident that Harrison is going to make it. He is going to recover from what has been done to him."
Jack felt a surge of relief wash over him as Dr. Kirkland continued. "The levels of drugs in his system are usually what we find in overdose victims. This could not have been something he did on his own, someone intentionally kept drugging him and there can be no other explanation other than his intention was to kill him."
The words hit Blaze like a punch to the gut, and he couldn't hold back. "Mother fucker. Why the fuck would anyone want to kill him? What the—" He stopped himself, taking a deep breath and trying to calm down. "I'm sorry," he said through gritted teeth. "This is just so fucking unbelievable."
"It's ok, Blaze," Dr. Kirkland reassured him. "I wouldn't expect any other reaction from people who love him."
Jack and Blaze felt grateful for Dr. Kirkland's calming presence as she continued to explain Harrison's condition. "Once he is rehydrated and we get some nutrients in him, his body will start to do its job," she said with confidence. "His broken bones can be fixed, his teeth can be replaced, his genitals will heal just fine and with some attention, his anus and rectum should return to mostly normal. He will obviously have scars. Though I see that he already had several."
"Unfortunately, this is not his first ordeal," Jack added.
"Honestly, I am shocked that there is no internal damage and there doesn't appear to be anything permanent," Dr. Kirkland continued, her voice still calm but with a hint of surprise. "Overall, he is a very lucky young man."
"So he's going to be ok?" Jack asked, still trying to process everything.
"Barring anything unexpected, such as a blood clot, a stroke or a cardiac incident - all of which are still possible - I expect Harrison to make a complete recovery, physically."
"Thank you, Doctor," Jack said gratefully, feeling a sense of gratitude towards the woman who saved Harrison's life. “I have a feeling I know what the bad news is,” Jack said with a sigh.
“I’m sure you do, Jack. This won’t be easy. Withdrawal from this kind of drug addiction is extremely difficult," the doctor replied gravely. "From what I understand, this is a recent development for him, but the amount of drugs he was using, intentional or not, would typically be seen in long-term addicts. His withdrawal will be tough for both him and you. But something tells me he's tough enough to get through it.”
“Harrison is like a fucking cockroach. You can’t fucking stop him! No matter what he’s been through, he always manages to bounce back.”
“A cockroach? Really, Blaze? Couldn't you come up with a better comparison? Superman maybe?”
“Oh please, Jack! When we were homeless those fucking roaches were our biggest nightmare! We couldn't get rid of them no matter how hard we tried. And let's be real, even Harrison in good shape is no Superman.”
“Are you two finished?” The doctor couldn't help but appreciate Jack and Blaze's playful banter lightening the mood.
"Anyway, my final thoughts are about Harrison's mental health. This has been a traumatic experience and even the strongest people can break under these circumstances. Please make sure he gets into therapy as soon as possible."
"Thank you, doctor. It may be a struggle, but I know Harrison will come out on top."
“I want him to stay here until tomorrow, then he can be moved to Dr. Tern’s clinic. Just so you know, Dr. Tern is a friend and is very generous with his time and services. He’s one of the best there is. I’m glad that’s where Harrison will be going for his recovery and rehabilitation.”
“Dr. Tern and I have known each other for a long time.”
“I'm not surprised.” The doctor started to leave, but Jack stopped her.
“Dr. Kirkland...I heard another boy was brought in, likely in a similar condition. We believe he's also a victim of the same person. Is he here? How is he doing?”
“He is here and his condition is much more serious than Harrison's. He just came out of the ICU. I’d like to give you more information, but we are still trying to contact his family”
“Nobody is gonna fucking come for him.” Blaze snapped. “He is probably just like all those other boys I met on the streets. They were fucking disposable.”
“Do whatever is necessary. If you can’t reach anyone, I want him transferred to the clinic as well. Forward all of his medical bills to me as well. I want you to do everything possible to save him. And if he’s alone, I’ll make sure he is taken care of. Will you do that for me, doctor?”
“So, the legend is true.”
“Legend? What legend? Are you talking about me?”
“I knew who you were before I came in here. People in town talk about you and how you give your money away. That you quietly support those in need when they cross your path. I never truly believed it. It just seemed too good to be true. Sorry to say this, but men like you aren’t known for this type of philanthropy. I thought maybe you did a few things and then just used your PR team to make yourself look good. But now I see that isn’t the case.”
“Jack is the most generous fucking person on this planet. He saved Harrison, me, and a bunch of others.”
“Thank you, Jack. One more thing…”
“Of course, what is it?”
“You don't wait until someone in need crosses your path to help.”
“You're absolutely right, doctor. I’ll be in touch. In the meantime, just send me the bills for whoever needs help and I'll take care of it discreetly.”
“I will do that. Thank you, Jack.”
***
Harrison and Tyler were brought to the clinic the next day. Dr. Kirkland left another message for someone who was supposed to be Tyler’s family, but wasn’t going to wait anymore. She sent him to the clinic so Jack could give him the support he needed.
Both boys were still unconscious. Dr. Tern and his team quickly went to work doing what was necessary. He assured Jack that both of them would wake up, though Harrison was likely going to be in better shape. It was unusual for him to do this, but he only allowed Jack to be with Harrison for the first 24 to 48 hours. He thought that was best given all of the many variables at play.
Jack took a moment to visit Tyler and tell him he was going to take care of him. He had no idea if the boy heard him, but he still felt the need to say it. He stayed with him for a while, holding his hand and letting him know he wasn’t alone. He then took his place in Harrison’s room in a cozy chair next to his bed and held his hand. He talked to Harrison for about an hour and then fell asleep leaning out of the chair with his head resting on the bed, still holding Harrison’s hand.
***
Just about 24 hours after he was found near death, in a desolate city park, Harrison opened his eyes to a world of confusion. His body was fighting as the drugs faded from his system, causing him to tremble uncontrollably. He struggled to sit up, but Jack nudged him down with a firm yet gentle grip. Once Harison saw Jack, he immediately felt more at ease, "where am I?" through his dry, cracked lips.
Jack breathed a sigh of relief as his eyes met Harrison's. "You're safe, Harrison," he reassured him, "you're at Dr. Tern’s clinic." The words barely registered as the cold sweat that had soaked him served as a reminder of the daunting detoxification that awaited him.
“Jack… I am so… fucking happy to see you…” Harrison stammered with as much of a smile as he could muster.
“I am probably even more happy to see you.” Jack leaned in and gave Harrison a kiss. He pulled back a second and they looked at each other and kissed again, this time a little more deeply.
Harrison found comfort in Jack's presence. Seeing him is just what he needed to begin to see a way out of this. Until then, all he could remember was thinking he’d never see Jack, or anyone else, ever again. Suddenly, a wave of nausea overtook him and he could taste the sour bile creeping up his throat. Jack quickly grabbed the pail that the nurses set near him for this very reason. Poor Harrison vomited painfully, his muscles spasmed and clenched, as if being tormented by an unseen force. Two nurses came rushing to the room. Jack moved aside as they quickly helped comfort Harrison, giving him a dose of methadone to ease his symptoms.
For a while, Harrison’s temperature fluctuated wildly, from sauna-like heat to freezing cold, leaving his skin clammy and then feverish. Harrison's eyes darted around, searching for any escape from this nightmare, but all he saw was the attentive medical staff who came in and out regularly, and Jack. “Fucking hell. I hate this.”
“I know, I know. It will pass and I’ll be here the whole time, ok?”
“Can you lay with me? Please? I’m fucking gross, I know, but it would be nice if you held me. Please.” The look of sad desperation in his face was gut wrenching. Jack looked over at the nurse, who nodded her approval and left the two of them alone.
As the nurse left, Jack dimmed the lights, made himself a little more comfortable, and climbed into bed. He slid under the covers and rested his head on the pillow, staring at Harrison. He held onto him gently. Harrison’s trembling was slowing and his heartbeat slowed down to a more normal level. As the methadone did its job, Harrison was able to relax a little. No words were exchanged. None were necessary, they were feeling exactly what they needed to as they faded quietly into a peaceful sleep.
Harrison woke up a few hours later, slightly startled until he realized where he was. He looked over and saw Jack lying next to him and started to quietly sob. Jack saved him from the streets, and now he was his constant through these darkest hours. Harrison felt something stir deep within him. He loved Jack, deeply and passionately. It was a love that filled him, it is likely what kept him going through this ordeal whether he was aware of it or not.
Forgetting his arm was broken, he tried to bring it over to brush through Jack’s hair. Instead, all he could do was turn slightly to face Jack and use his other hand to take Jack’s. “I’m so sorry, Jack,” he whispered.
“Don’t be sorry, Harrison.”
“I thought you were asleep. I didn’t…”
Jack opened his eyes and touched Harrison’ face. “You know I’m a light sleeper. And don’t be sorry. All that matters is that you’re safe. I don’t care about the rest. I just need you.”
"I feel like shit. I know it’s going to get worse. I don’t know if I can do this."
"You can do this, Harrison. You are resilient. I am here with you and so are a lot of other people. You’re not alone and you will beat this."
***
Jack ended up wide awake around 3 am, just staring at the ceiling, or at Harrison. Closer to 4 am, Harrison woke up. He looked over and saw Jack scrolling through his phone.
“You’re not working are you?”
“Not really. Though I am torturing myself by reading articles about what a fucking disaster the presidential election was.” Harrison’s eyes grew big. “Yeah, that shitshow is a story for another day.”
After a few minutes of silence, Harrison wanted to share something with Jack. “Jack, I don’t know if this is the right time or not, but… I think you need to know something.”
“Is this where you tell me all about how you feel about Raccoon?”
“Of fucking course. I should have known you would already know. Did you talk to him?”
“He and I have talked a lot since you’ve been gone. I know how he feels about you. In one of your crackhead moments, you told me you love him. Honestly, Harrison, before you descended into hell, I thought I had lost you. I completely ignored the obvious signs that made it clear you were in trouble. I really thought you’d just grow out of it, that you needed to just be a crazy boy for a while. I was warned so many times. Raccoon tried to get me to understand.”
“Jack, there was no way you’d have been able to do anything. I thought I was invincible, that I was just having fun. I had no idea what that shit was doing to me. I hate what it did to me and the things I said to people. I pushed you away because I was afraid. I have no idea why, actually. I don’t know. I fucked up.”
“I’m definitely not giving you a free pass, you did fuck up. I’m your husband, your soulmate. I should have protected you. Whatever, that is behind us. As far as Raccoon goes, he’s a great guy. I like him a lot. I don’t care that you two are in love with each other. If you want to see him, do it. I know what we have is unbreakable, so I’m not worried you’re going to leave me. At least I know that now. I never should have doubted how much we mean to each other. You and Raccoon should enjoy what you have. Maybe let me in on it once in a while. I already told him I’m cool with it. I insisted that he be around with everyone else. Everyone likes him. Even Mr. Fucking Skeptical himself, Blaze.”
“Have you and Raccoon been fucking?”
“Do you think that I’m going to let a hot guy like him not fuck me?”
“Right. Silly me.”
“Well, while we’re on this subject, I need to share something with you too, about a boy in my life. I did my best to keep it a secret. Only Blaze knew really. I had no idea I would develop such strong feelings for him. It was supposed to be just a fun distraction. His name is Cameron. He was my driver in DC. I mean, he technically still is.”
“Jack! You broke your rule! Don’t fuck the drivers!”
“Oh, did I. There’s a lot more to the story, but for now I’m in the same place you are. I’m in love with a boy and he’s in love with me. We haven’t actually talked about it in detail, but it is obvious. He’s really amazing, such a sweet boy. He’s a little like you at times and maybe a little like Aidan sometimes.”
“So he’s fun and cute and an asshole who can fuck?”
“I can tell you’re feeling better, your snark is on point. But seriously, I am pretty sure you will like him. I was hoping to introduce you to him when you’re allowed to have visitors.”
“Awesome. I can’t wait to meet him… Jack?”
“Yes?”
“We’re still going to be together forever, right? Nothing will ever come between us? I feel like what just happened to me almost tore us apart, but do you feel the same thing?”
“Harrison, nothing will ever break us. It’s just not possible. I think we have the capacity to love others like we do because we have something different, something unexplainable. I will never leave you. Well, I guess I won't live forever, but I’ll always be with you. I love you, Harrison. More than you’ll ever know and more than is humanly possible.”
“Not going to live forever? I guess you are kind of old.” Jack playfully smacked Harrison. “I don’t like to think about that. I’m glad you agree though. I don’t know how to explain how much I love you, just that I have to say it all the time. Needing to see you again is what helped me make it through that fucking ordeal. I love you, Jack. Forever and ever.”
***
The next morning, Jack and Harrison woke up together once again. Harrison was getting regular hydration and nutrients. The methadone seemed to be helping him level out nicely. One of the nurses came in with a delivery. It was a new pair of glasses.
“Aww, fuck yes. These are awesome!” Harrison was happy to be able to see clearly again. The glasses Jack brought from home were an old pair that were the wrong prescription. The ones he had been wearing were long gone. “Jack, did you pick these out? I fucking love them!”
“I did! I knew they would look good on you. I’m not going to lie, Dillon did help and Calista gave her stamp of approval.”
“I will get to see her, right? I hated how we were. I want to make things right.”
“So does she. You know she loves you just as much as the rest of us. She didn’t know how to handle you and, well, she did get a little… let’s say… confident. I want to be nice about it.”
“She was being a cunt. And I was being a total prick. There’s nothing to be nice about, we treated each other like shit and we were both wrong. We had a nice talk yesterday. Fuck. I swear everyone I know is texting me. Am I going to have a ton of visitors tomorrow?”
“Recovering drug addicts are all the rage these days.”
“Ok, el snarko.” Harrison leaned over and started kissing Jack, making sure to touch his lips to every inch of Jack’s neck. “How long before a nurse bothers us?”
“She was just here checking on you, I think we’re good, why? Do you have something more than making out in mind?”
One would think the sexual abuse and trauma that Harrison endured would crush his libido. For most people that would be the case, but this was not the case with Harrison. Not even 72 hours after he’d been found - unconscious, broken, and near death - Harrison was horny.
“You tell me.” Harrison teased as he pulled the covers back and revealed his thick, ten inch cock standing at attention.
“You are un-fucking-real. You are lying in a hospital bed, three days after practically overdosing and you are fucking horny. Harrison Holden, you are incorrigible. I thought methadone was supposed to lower your libido.”
“I guess when your libido is so far off the charts, lowering it doesn’t do much. Come on Jack, I need something. Oh shit, now I sound like I did a couple of weeks ago. Fuck. But… I mean it. I have been around you for days and all I can think about is having you. I know I can’t do too much here, but please?”
“Look at you, I wasn’t able to say no to you on that crazy morning in DC all those years ago and I still can’t tell you no.” Jack repositioned himself between Harrison’s legs. Some of the movement made Harrison wince a little. Jack leaned down to his cock and gently slid his hand over it. There was still some rawness and what looked like bruising from something being tied around it. Harrison gasped as Jack touched it ever so gently. “Are you sure you want me to do this? You seem like you still need some time.”
“Please, Jack. I really want this. Fucking hell, Jack I want you so bad right now. Just a little, do what you can, just be gentle.”
“Ok, sexy boy. Just stop me if I do something that hurts.”
Jack knew he couldn't resist the allure of Harrison's need. Carefully, he wrapped his warm hand around the base of Harrison's shaft, giving it a gentle squeeze, before bringing his mouth closer to the swollen head. With a soft moan, Jack parted his lips and took the head of Harrison's sensitive cock into his mouth. His tongue licked around the tip, tasting the pre-cum that was oozing out. Harrison's hips jerked slightly, as Jack began to ease his head, taking inch after inch of the bruised shaft, his mouth a warm, wet sanctuary. The touch of Jack's mouth on Harrison's bruised cock elicited a sharp intake of breath from Harrison, his eyes watering slightly as the pain shot through him. Jack looked up at Harrison who just nodded for him to continue, though the pain was clearly written on his face. As Jack deep-throated Harrison, his eyes never left his boy’s gaze. The sight of Jack pleasuring him like this was almost too much for Harrison to bear. He gripped the sheets tightly, his knuckles white with the effort of not pushing Jack's head down further.
Jack eased back and gave Harrison a short reprieve. “Are you sure you’re ok? You don’t look like you’re enjoying this.”
“Fuck yes, I am Jack. Fuck yes. It hurts so fucking much, but I… I need you. Don't stop," he pleaded, his voice hoarse. "It hurts so good." Jack continued pleasuring Harrison. Despite the winces and soft yelps that escaped his lips, Harrison was not letting this end. Jack increased his pace, his head bobbing rhythmically as he took more of the sensitive flesh into his mouth, his tongue swirling and flicking against the tender spots. Each movement sent a jolt of painful pleasure through Harrison's body, his toes curling and his breath hitching in his chest.
Jack's eyes watered as he felt the bruised member slide down his throat, but he didn't waver, his love for Harrison driving him to get past his boy’s discomfort. He swallowed around the thick girth, feeling the muscles in his throat constrict around his shaft. Jack looked up at Harrison's eyes, wild with desire, "keep going," he managed to choke out, his voice a strained whisper. "I need this, Jack."
Jack plunged back down, taking the entire length into his mouth, giving in to the raw, primal need in his lover's voice. Harrison's hand reached out to cradle the back of Jack's head, urging him deeper. The pain was unbearable, but Harrison didn’t care. He knew he was making too much noise, so he covered his face with a pillow. Jack hated not being able to see his face, but knew this was the right move.
Jack quickened his pace, his mouth sliding up and down, his tongue working in a frenzy. Harrison's hand clenched the back of his head as the pleasure overwhelmed him. With a muffled scream, he buried his face in the pillow, his body arching off the bed as Jack's throat muscles contracted around his cock, milking him for all he was worth. The warm, salty seed filled Jack's mouth, he swallowed, taking the massive load with ease. The pillow had done its job, muffling the sound enough to avoid detection, but the intensity of the moment was obvious. As the last shudders of orgasm passed through Harrison's body, he let his body go limp. Jack slowly pulled back and wiped the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, a smug smile playing across his lips, knowing he had given Harrison exactly what he needed.
As the two of them relaxed from their passionate moment, Harrison was trying to catch his breath. He was still pretty weak and this bout of excitement wore him out. It also sent his vitals into a frenzy. A few minutes later, Dr. Tern came into the room.
“Is everything ok here? Harrison’s numbers went crazy just now.” Dr. Tern gave both Harrison and Jack an annoyed look. He knew exactly why everything went crazy. “Harrison, there is no way you are human. People recovering from what you went through are unable to move, let alone get fucking horny. I’m assuming that is why you are out of breath? You needed some action? And of course, Jack is always more than happy to oblige.”
“Sorry, doc. Did I do something wrong? I just couldn’t wait. It was pretty fucking painful though.”
“Of course it was painful! You have been raped and beaten constantly for almost a month! Your body is fucked up, Harrison. Yes, you’re feeling ok. Yes, you are doing really well, but if you want to heal, you have to rest! Your dick is raw. You have rope burns and raw spots where it looks like you were duct taped. You have multiple broken bones. I’m just hitting the highlights. You have to take it easy. Give yourself two weeks before you do that again.” Harrison rolled his eyes. “Hey, kid, I’m fucking serious. Have I done you wrong yet?”
“No. You’re right. Sorry. I’m a horny boy. I missed Jack. I’m going to go fucking crazy.”
“It’s ok, Harrison. We’ll work it out. Ally is right, you need to rest, you need to heal. Sorry, Ally, I should have been more responsible.”
“Definitely. Jack, you're his lifeline. If you can’t be counted on to take care of him, I’ll keep him here. This is a lot worse than the Joshua thing. Guys, be cool, ok?”
After Dr. Tern left the room, Jack and Harrison looked at each other and then burst out laughing. “You got us in trouble, kiddo.”
“Um, you were the one making me crazy with your damned awesome fucking blow job!” Harrison winced as he laughed. “Ok, but he’s right. Everything fucking hurts. It hurts to laugh. And fuck! I think I will wait for my dick to heal before I let you do that again. That was kinda hot in the moment, but it was fucking torture.”
“I did ask if you wanted me to stop.”
Harrison let out a deep sigh, his mood also shifted slightly. “Jack, I really don’t know if I’m ready for all of this. I know this is just the beginning. I was finally able to sleep last night, but I ended up having nightmares of guys just coming at me and trying to hurt me. You’re not going back to Washington, are you?”
“No. I’m staying with you as long as I need to. Blaze has things under control now that the presidential cluster fuck is over. Anything else I need to do, I can do from home. I’ve got two boys to take care of.”
“Was the campaign was that bad? Um, wait a minute, Tyler is coming home with us? For real? That would be amazing. I feel really bad for him. He has no one anymore.”
“He has us. In fact, if you have some of your strength back, We can go over and say hi. I’m not sure what to do with him, but for the moment, I will make sure he’s taken care of.”
“You are so fucking awesome, Jack. Everyone in his life has dumped on him. Isaiah was so cruel. I still can’t figure out Johnny’s deal. We really had to help each other get through that mess. We were so fucking high all the time, I don’t even know what we did. Thanks for taking him in, Jack.”
“It sounds like he got way more of a raw deal than you did. We’ll figure it out. Come on, let’s go say hey. I’ll get a nurse to release you from these machines.”
As they waited for the nurse, Jack noticed something. “Harrison, who brought the flowers?”
“I don’t know. The nurse dropped them off. I figured one of the guys sent them.”
“Hmmm, there’s no card or anything. Weird.”
