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##The Crash

Mark remembered waiting at a red light. He had kept a careful distance between himself and the school bus ahead, not only so that he could see the traffic light around its bulk, but so he could avoid the inevitable cloud of diesel fumes when the light eventually turned green.
"Addison Grammar School" and a fancy crest were painted on its back. Mark knew the place. One of those elite private boarding schools for the children of the very wealthy. The school was only a couple of blocks from his apartment building and very near the university where he studied.
A high school boy in the back seat of the bus turned around and looked out at him through the rear window. He nudged his friend who turned to look as well. Mark's heart almost stopped when he saw the astonishingly handsome young man smiling back at him. The boy gave Mark a thumbs up, then gestured as if gunning a motorbike. Though Mark could not hear it, he could see that the boy was imitating the sound of a motorcycle.
Oh wow! he said to himself, but then Mark reminded himself that he had to get over this obsession with barely legal beautiful high school boys. He was less than three years out of high school himself, but he had found himself entangled with two extremes.
One was the young romantics who had found the love of their lives in Mark. They sent and expected flowers and cards and chatted constantly in WhatsApp, even while Mark was trying to study. They were intensely jealous if Mark even glanced at another guy or didnt reply to their messages within thirty seconds, and were thrown into chasms of heartbreak and despair when inevitably, Mark had had enough of them.
The other extreme were the virile young jocks who fucked like tornados and were ready for another go after ten minutes. They had not yet learned that half the pleasure of sex was the giving of pleasure to your partner. The sex was great, but they wouldn't even return his glance if he passed them in the street.
Mark remembered looking at the beautiful boy looking back at him from the back seat of the bus in front, trying to get him to gun his motorbike, and shaking his head.
"No Mark! No!" He said to himself.
Moments later, he was hurtling towards that bus back window. He remembered seeing the boys expressions change to horror and them jump out of the way.
He even remembered in slow motion colliding with the back of the bus, the window feeling soft as the laminated safety glass absorbed him but then repelled him. Then the seemingly endless fall to the ground accompanied by excruciating pain as inexplicably, his motorbike crashed down on top of him.

A women was kneeling beside him.

"Stay still, don't try to move. An ambulance is on its way."

A man's voice shouting,

"Stay on the bus! Stay on the bus!"

The women kneeling beside him giving instructions to a group of men who were wanting to lift the bike off of him, and she saying,

"Carefully, make sure it doesn't move him."

Another woman screaming hysterically

I didnt see him!

And someone reassuring her,

"It was an accident. These things happen."

Mark could hear the ambulance siren impossibly loud but never seeming to arrive or even come any closer.

"Are the boys OK?" He asked.
"What boys?" Asked the women.
"Bus!"
"They are shaken up a little but they are not hurt. Don't worry about them."

He felt suddenly that he was going to vomit. He tried to lift his arms to take his helmet off and nothing happened except intense pain. He vomited inside his helmet and passed out.

One-two-three.

He was lifted by many hands onto a hard board and his head still inside his helmet taped so he couldnt move it.

I want to take my helmet off!
We cant risk moving you until we have checked out your neck and spine at the hospital.
But Im suffocating!
If you can speak, you are not suffocating.
Arsehole!

Mark didnt know if he had really called the ambulance paramedic an arsehole or he had just wished to.

Ive given you some morphine to help with the pain.

There was a reflection somewhere above him that was filled with flashing blue and red lights of ambulance and police cars and the red tail lights of cars in a traffic jam. The flashing colours swirled together and he passed out again.
He next regained consciousness inside a CT scanner. His helmet was gone. Medical Engineering was his major at university and he had studied a scanner identical to the one that was now slowly consuming him only a week before. He hadnt imagined that he would soon be inside one.
You are lucky, said some moron purporting to be an ED doctor. There is no sign of a head or spinal injury. Other than bruising, grazes and a few lacerations, your arms are your most serious injury. They are both badly broken and you will be going to surgery in a few minutes.
The foam blocks immobilising his head and neck were removed and he was able to sit up a little to look at his arms. They were both swathed in gauze and bandages but bright red blood was seeping through everywhere. He had broken his left arm twice and his right arm once in the past while playing rugby at school. After the third breakage a doctor had told him that he had delicate bones in his wrists and arms and that he was to avoid contact sports. He hadnt thought about the risks of riding a motorcycle.
He was wheeled into the operating theatre where he was questioned by the anaesthetist while two surgeons studied X-rays. Mark caught a glimpse of one of the images. He could see several breaks and major dislocations of the bones. As the anaesthetic took effect, he heard the younger of the doctors ask, Can we save the left?
The question must have been burnt into his consciousness because as soon as he woke in recovery, he looked down terrified that he might have lost one or both of his arms. All he could see was plaster from his armpits to his wrists on both arms. The plaster on his left arm nearly completely encased his hand, but he could see his fingers and he could move them. Weirdly, the fact that he could see and move both of his hands didnt immediately reassure him that his arms were still there. Each forearm was also surrounded by a stainless steel frame of rods oddly screwed together. He saw that several of the rods disappeared into his plaster casts, where he realised that they would be screwed to the bones in his arms.
A doctor appeared and squeezed each of his hands in turn.
"Do you feel that?"
"Yes."
"Much pain?"
"No, not really."
"There will be," said the doctor, imitating the voice of Yoda from _Return of the Jedi_. Mark didn't find it funny.
His bed was wheeled into a lift and then into the orthopaedics ward. There were three other beds in his room, but they were unoccupied. A nurse connected a machine to his drip pole, plugged it in and put a plastic bulb with a button on it into Mark's right hand.
"You are connected up to PCA machine. That is patient controlled analgesia. Don't wait for the pain to get too bad before you press the button. It will give you a shot of painkiller but it takes time to work and longer if you are already in pain. Don't worry, it won't let you overdose."
The drip line was connected to a needle in his foot and the nurse took his blood pressure by putting the cuff around his leg.
Another control was dangled from above within reach of his right hand. The nurse gave a long and unnecessary explanation for what each button was, nurse buzzer, bed controls, tv controls and then left. Only moments later, he had to press the button to call her back. He needed to pee. Only now did he realised he magnitude of his predicament.
She returned looking annoyed a moment later.
"I'm sorry, how can I urinate?" He said, using "urinate" to sound more formal. The nurse left without a word and returned with a bottle. She then used the control to lift his bed onto a sitting position. Mark's face was as red as a tomato. She pulled down his bed coverings and shoved the bottle under his robe. Mark was amazed that she had managed to position it perfectly without apparently looking at his cock and balls. Then she walked out saying "buzz when you are finished" as she left.
"How am I going to shit? How am I going to eat? I can't even wank!" He despaired to himself as the bottle filled.
Over the next week, he got used to it. A succession of young female nurses spoon fed him, lifted him on and off a bed pan, even washed him. They did it as discretely as possible. When they washed him they covered his genitals with a wash cloth and then lifted it all around the edges to clean what was underneath. They gave Mark the comfort that even though they had washed every part of him, he hadn't actually ever been seen naked.
Masturbating was something they could not help him with. Several times he had dozed off during the day and it had seemed like only a minute before he had had a highly sexual dream and cum. After a week there, he was over worrying about whatever the nurses thought of him.
He had visitors every day. Friends from uni, friends from the cafe he usually worked at on the weekends, his neighbours at his apartment building. His parents flew in from the country and were staying with his sister. They visited nearly every day.
He was able to get out of bed with the help of the bed tilting and bending controls, look out the window and sit in a chair, but he needed the help of the nurses to get up from the chair.
He was surprised by a visit by a group of students who had been in the bus. He immediately recognised among them the beautiful boy who had been in the back seat and who had ben looking back at him. An older man, apparently a staff member of their school, stood near the door watching but not speaking.
They mainly spoke about the accident. When the light had gone green, a woman driving a large four wheel drive with a bull bar, and who had been waiting next behind Mark's motorbike, had moved forward too quickly. The bull bar had somehow caught the back wheel of Mark's bike as he accelerated and catapulted him into the back of the bus.
Mark explained all his injuries and which bones had been broken in his arms and wrists. The beautiful boy seemed shy and worried and didn't say much. His friend did most of the talking, though Mark could hardly keep his eyes off the boy.
He had black hair cut short around the sides but with beautiful long bangs at the front the fell across his astonishing dark green eyes. Mark could not remember seeing eyes so beautiful. He was lean and muscular and wore a green T-shirt that hugged his body and matched his eyes. He had a mouth-watering bulge in his faded blue jeans and a nice tight arse.
The conversation died and the man at the door suggested that they leave. They all filed out, but a moment later the boy came back alone.
Sir, he said, I am really sorry about what happened. I wish I had not played around with you like I did.
Mark could tell from his voice that he was a country boy. He spoke slowly with a slight drawl. His voice was much deeper than Mark had expected from a boy his age but still had its sexy young timbre.
Hey, dont call me sir, Im Mark. Whats your name?
Evan.
Well Evan, dont worry about it. It wasnt anything to do with you.
Thanks Mark. I still feel bad about it.
It seemed to Mark that Evan was about to leave.
God your eyes are amazing! You are not wearing contacts are you? he asked a little desperately.
Evan blushed.
No. People say my eyes are my best feature.
Well I havent seen all of your features, so I cant judge, flirted Mark outrageously while glancing at Evans bulge.
Evan blushed again and looked at the floor but he couldnt hide a smile.
So how old are you Evan?
Evan looked back directly into Mark's eyes.
Im seventeen, but I will be eighteen next week. He smiled and winked at him then turned for the door.
I have to go. They are waiting for me. See you later Mark.
He walked out, glancing back just as he went out of sight, smiling wickedly.
Mark was shocked and delighted into silence. It had been a long time since he had been out-flirted. Of course the legal age in Australia, even for gay sex, had long been sixteen, but due probably to the influence of American popular culture, eighteen still had a certain symbolism.
He found himself speculating about what kind of boy Evan might be. A romantic or a tornado. He had a nice athletic body but didn't seem like a gym junky. He had a deep masculine voice and a hint of dark stubble at his sideburns where he had inexpertly shaved. He had perfect country boy manners and seemed a little shy, but in his current state, Mark came down on the side of wishing for a tornado.
Mark had had a number of X-rays on his arms. He was booked for surgery twice but then it was cancelled as the doctors believed his bones were not healing as fast as what they would have liked.
Finally and unexpectedly he was taken to surgery early one morning before he had had breakfast. He returned hours later. His arms were newly plastered but the stainless steel pins and bolts were gone. The plaster on his right arm was only up to the elbow and he could bend it a bit.
A nurse came in to take his blood pressure.
"Your parents and your friend Evan were here. I told them you were in surgery."
"Oh. Was he alone?"
"Evan? No, I said he was with your parents."
The nurse was one of those easily annoyed, impatient and apparently very busy but Mark could often hear her voice gossiping with the other nurses for hours out at the nurse's station.
Even though he was not long back from surgery, Mark was hungry and restless and his mind was suddenly filled with thoughts of Evan. He painstakingly got out of bed and walked to the window. He could see nearby the sandstone towers of his university. The hospital he was in was actually attached to it. Just beyond it, he identified the clock tower of Addison Grammar.
"What day is it?" He asked the nurse who was now returning with his belated breakfast.
"Tuesday," she said, as if Mark was an imbecile. He wondered how Evan had managed to get out of school on a Tuesday morning. He sat in the chair beside the bed but the nurse left the breakfast tray on the table and left, forgetting that he needed help eating. Mark however found that with the new flexibility in his right arm, he could get the scrambled egg onto his fork and move his head down to eat from it. It was awkward but he was very happy that he could feed himself again.
In the afternoon his mother was back alone. Mark was still in the chair and had been reading.
"Your father had to fly back home to meet with one of his clients. By the way, we didn't know you are friends with Evan, it's a small world isn't it?"
"Oh! Yes! Isn't it. Um..., how do you know him?"
"Gary Lewis introduced us to his sons at a party last summer at his house. He is one of your father's biggest clients. You should have seen Evan when he walked in here earlier. He looked like a rabbit caught in headlights he was so surprised to see us. Anyway he kindly offered to buy us coffee and we sat in the cafeteria until a nurse came to tell us that you wouldn't be back from surgery for hours. Evan said he had to be back at school so he left."
Mark had never met Gary Lewis but he certainly knew of him. Lewis was one of the biggest wine producers in the country and so Lewis Wines was a household name. He had pioneered the mechanisation of grape harvesting. Mark's father owned a business that sold and leased heavy agricultural machinery to the farmers in the central tablelands. It was a business he had inherited from Mark's grandfather, but the import and supply of the computer controlled, laser guided grape harvesters and other types of high tech machinery had boosted the family business from a marginal tractor sales business to great successes.
"How do you know Evan?" Asked his mother.
Mark was suddenly confused. For a moment he felt as if he needed to say something to protect Evans reputation but then he decided the truth was best, however he saw that his momentary hesitation had affected his mother. Her expression had become serious, if not stern.
It was purely by chance. Bad luck actually. Oh I dont mean him. I mean it was the bus. The bus I was pushed into was a bus from his school, Addison Grammar School over there, Mark gestured towards the window, but his mother didnt change her serious expression or glance away.
A group of students from the bus came to visit me a few days ago. I suppose it must have been Saturday. It is so easy to lose track of time in here. Anyway, Evan was one of them and that is when I met him.
Mark had been out as gay since he was thirteen. He had told his parents and his friends as a matter of simple fact, not expecting or even caring about what reaction the news might have. Initially, his parents had not believed him but it slowly soaked in. His mother and father had accepted him, but he knew that they didnt really understand or accept it. He had heard his father at a party lie about him when talking with a small group of his clients, even though just about everyone at Marks school knew that he was gay, so it was hard to imagine in a place like Mudgee that the news hadnt spread widely.
The teachers and eventually the principal at his high school heard about it and he was called into the principals office. Mark went to a State high school in the large country town, however it was very progressive, mainly because of the work or Mr. Andrews, the principal. The school was the top performing non-selective State school in the state. Andrews became ecstatic when his students were ranked more highly in year twelve final exams than students from the selective wealthy private schools.
Take a seat please Mark.
Thank you Mister Andrews.
There is a rumour floating around the school that you are gay. Is it true?
Yes.
What has been the reaction from your friends, the other pupils or teachers here?
Oh I dont know.
What do you mean? Has anyone teased you or bullied you because of it?
No. I dont think so.
Well I want to know about it the moment anyone does. I know you dont like bearing tales but I want everyone at this school to feel accepted and comfortable here. Dont let anyone tell you that there is anything wrong with being gay. This school supports and accepts you without reservation.
Ah.. Thanks Sir.
You may go.
Mark had been a little stunned by the principals reaction. He hadnt noticed much of a reaction when he had told his friends or even his parents. A week later, everyone in the school had to watch an anti-bullying movie that had a strong emphasis on LGBT youth. Mark remembered seeing the same movie in the previous year and wondered what had triggered its showing last time.
But not long after Mark had moved to an apartment in the city when he started university, his mother had visited unexpectedly. The lift doors had opened just as Mark was kissing a guy goodbye at the door of his apartment. His mother had been clearly shocked. Later she said,
He is a bit young isnt he?
No, hes legal, Mark had replied without thinking, making things infinitely worse.
Now at the hospital, Mark could see his mother putting two and two together about Mark and Evan and coming up with well over four.
Be very careful with Evan Lewis. You know if you put Gary off side, he could ruin your fathers business.
Really mum! I hardly know Evan. Ive only met him that one time!
Im just telling you to be careful and dont rush around like a bull in a china shop as you always do, oblivious of other peoples feelings. And by the way, we had a long chat with Evan over coffee, so dont try to pull the wool over my eyes.
His mother left soon after. Though they spoke of other things, clearly she was angry with Mark. She said she might not be able to visit the next day and even that she might have to fly home if Marks father needed her.
Mark had only thirty seconds to wonder what Evan had said to his mother to give her the idea that they were closer than he had told her because just then Evan, accompanied by stunningly beautiful and slightly familiar Chinese boy, walked into his room wearing their school uniforms, including ties and formal blazers.
Hi Mark, he said smiling broadly, This is my friend Frank.
Frank smiled beautifully too, but didnt speak. He had an expensive camera hanging around his neck. Mark had noticed Frank walk past the door and glance in more than once while his mother had been visiting.
We have been down in the cafe having coffee and donuts. We bought you one, said Evan, and put a paper bag on Marks table.
Mark guessed that they had been waiting for his mother to leave before coming up. Evan had been sending Frank up to find out when he was alone.
Thanks, said Mark. My mother told me how you met here last time.
Yes, it scared the hell out of me when I walked in here and saw them this morning. I had to make up for it by acting calm but then they trapped me into having coffee with them. I almost didnt make second period.
Why did it scare you so much?
Well, you know
Evan blushed and looked at the floor. Then he quickly changed the subject.
May I please ask Frank to take a picture of you and I?
Yes, of course, said Mark. He was sitting back in bed now. I hope I dont smell too bad. Ive only had sponge baths since the accident.
Surprisingly, Evan came right over to Mark and smelt him. Mark hadnt seen him so close before and he felt suddenly aroused.
You only smell like a hospital, he said smiling into Marks face. Like some kind of disinfectant. But where is your comb?
Oh, it is in the draw there.
Evan found the comb and Mark put his right arm out to take it but Evan ignored him and began combing his hair. Mark found himself very moved by the intimacy of it. He had to blink away tears. He was confused about Evan. He contradicted his previous experiences, because Evan had a very masculine and mature way of speaking and manner, yet he was also behaving like a teenage romantic with a sudden crush. Mark could tell by the way Evan was looking at him and combing his hair that Evan adored him, but Mark wasnt really aware that he was looking at Evan in the same way.
One thing that Evan couldnt see though was Marks aching erection thanks to the hospital blankets that Mark had pulled up to his waist. Evan half sat on the bed and put his arm around Marks shoulders unselfconsciously. The smiling but silent Frank snapped a few photos. A handbell was rung out at the nurses station that signalled that the evening visiting period was over and that visitors had to leave.
Mark almost expected a kiss, but Evan just squeezed his right hand, possibly a little too hard considering his injury.
See you later Mark, he said smiling.
Thanks for visiting Evan. I hope you
I will try to come again tomorrow. Is there anything you need?
There most definitely was, but Mark said, No, I will look forward to it.
The smiling Frank nodded his head and finally spoke, bye.

Marks mother did visit again in the morning but said that she had to fly back home for work and wouldnt be back for a few days. Marks mother was the CFO of his fathers agricultural machinery company that now had seven distribution centres and nearly a hundred and fifty employees. She actually did most of the complex management of the company. She didnt mention Evan again and spoke only of a new deal that his father had just negotiated.

In the evening, his bosses from the cafe where he worked part time came for a visit as well as two of his uni friends. The owners of the cafe were a middle aged gay couple. Mark hadnt been very close friends with them, but nevertheless they had done an enormous amount of work on Marks behalf since his accident. His motorcycle had been retrieved and a claim lodged against the insurance policy of the woman who had driven the four wheel drive into him. The motorcycle was already in the repair shop. A claim had also been lodged against her third party personal injury liability insurance. It was likely that Mark would receive a significant payment. Mark was very grateful but he noticed Frank walk past the door and smile in at him, then walk away. Mark acted as if he was very tired. His visitors took the hint and left.
Moments later, Evan walked in. Frank was not with him.
Oh hello Evan, I knew you were coming because I saw Frank walk past. Where is he?
Frank has gone to see a movie with his boyfriend, said Evan, smiling, but then he became more serious. Your mother is not coming to visit tonight?
No, she has gone back home. She had to work.
Oh, thats good. I mean I mean that we can have some time.
Yes, but you didnt tell me why you were afraid when you met my parents here.
Well, you know said Evan again.
No, I dont. said Mark smiling at him.
Well, I didnt realise who you were. It is a really weird coincidence. You know I went to primary school with your brother?
Oh, no, I didnt know.
Well I think just about everyone in Mudgee knows about you, how you came out as gay when you started high school, well all the kids did anyway. It was huge. So I just thought if anyone saw me with you I mean my dad would go ballistic if he knows I am gay.
Oh, I get it. Actually my mother warned me off you too. She is worried that your father would take it out on their business if I, actually I dont know what she is thinking. Maybe that I will corrupt you.
Evan laughed.
So Evan, I guess you dont have a boyfriend?
Evan looked hurt for a split second, but then he looked directly back at Mark with strange nervous and sexy smile that made Marks body hum.
No, I dont, but Im working on getting one.
Oh really, said Mark smiling. Do I know the lucky guy?
Actually, yes you do. You and he are quite close.
Have you kissed him yet?
Umm.. no I havent actually.
Maybe you should.
Maybe I should.
Evan looked back at the door but then walked around the bed and pulled the curtain so that Mark and he could not be seen by anyone walking in the corridor, then he walked slowly to Mark, looking at his eyes and lips. Mark was almost expecting an awkward kiss from an inexperienced shy boy. That was not what he got. Evan knew how to kiss. Boy, did he know how to kiss.
It was cut short by the bell again. If Evan was going to have to wait until his other visitors left before he came in, they would only have a short time together each day. That was until he could get out of hospital. The doctors were keeping him at least until Monday when he would be X-rayed again and reviewed. They warned him about how close he had come to losing the use of his left arm and that impressed on Mark that he had to be grateful and patient.
When Evan stood back up after kissing Mark, he had a very obvious erection in his fairly tight fitting school trousers. He looked down at it unselfconsciously. Umm.. see what you did Mark! and laughed. Mark lifted his blanket and showed his own tent pole under the sheet. They both laughed again but Evan said, Hey! Put it away! If I dont go down how will I get out of here?
The nurses bell rang again. Is it still obvious? asked Evan.
No, its okay now, lied Mark.
Evan gave Mark another quick kiss.
See you later Mark.

Mark had no visitors at all during the morning visiting period. He tried to use the hand shower after lunch because he did believe he didnt smell clean, though he found it very difficult and then couldnt dry himself properly. He realised that he was thinking about Evan almost constantly and feeling something he had not felt before. He hadnt met a boy who was so masculine, virile and sexy but who was also a romantic, sensitive and caring. The guys he had found himself with had been either one or the other. Mark realised that what he was feeling about Evan was something he had never really felt before. He was falling in love.
But he had to take the warnings that his mother, and even Evan had given him seriously. If they were to find themselves in a serious relationship, it would probably have to be kept secret from both their families. Also, if and when it ended, it would have to end well, though already, Mark found it unimaginable that he would do anything to hurt Evan. His mother was right when she had called him a bull in a china shop. He knew that was how he had often behaved with peoples emotions. On one hand it meant that he had never had the slightest inhibition telling people that he was gay because he didnt think he had any control about what other people felt about it. But it also meant that he was often callous with other peoples feelings and didnt realise when he said something that hurt them.
His thoughts then moved on inevitably to sex. Mark considered himself to be versatile. He found himself topping the romantics and bottoming for the tornados. He actually preferred the tornados when it came to sex but contradicting his own brash nature, he often later felt used by them and emotionally unfulfilled. He still could not put Evan cleanly into either category and so could not satisfactorily imagine or fantasise about sex with him.
In the evening, he was again swamped by visitors. There were a few friends from uni, but his sister, her husband and their children arrived and then surprisingly, his older brother had flown up from Melbourne. It would have been very rude to put on a tiredness act, but in any case, there was no sign of Frank checking out the visitor situation and no sign of Evan. When the nurses bell rang and all his visitors filed out, a chasm of loneliness loomed, however only moments later Evan walked in dressed in T-shirt and jeans and carrying a bag.
Evan! God Im happy to see you, but the bell has already gone.
Evan walked over and kissed him, without pulling the curtain. Mark could sense a new kind of desperation about him. He spoke quietly even though there was no one else there.
I thought I might help you have a shower. You do actually pong a bit. Do you want to?
Id love to.
Tell the nurse when she comes. Im going to hide in there.
Evan went into the shower room and closed the door. A moment later the nurse came in. She was obviously about to speak but then looked around the room and said to Mark,
Oh, I thought you still had a visitor. Dinner looks like it is running a little late tonight.
Can I have a fresh towel? I might try to have a shower before dinner.
Are you sure you can manage? You cant get that plaster wet you know. Why dont you wait until after dinner and I will send one of the ENs to give you a hand?
Thanks, but no, I think I can manage it by myself.
Mark counted every second until the nurse returned with fresh towels and a washer.
There is a buzzer in the shower.., she said turning towards the shower door.
Yes, I noticed it. I will buzz if I get into any trouble, said Mark urgently but calmly, stepping towards the shower door before her. Excuse me, I need to use the toilet, he said.
She turned away, but then started pulling the blankets and sheets off the bed. Mark quickly entered the bathroom. Evan was hiding behind the door but there was a mirror on the far wall that meant he could easily be seen if the nurse looked. Mark quickly pushed the door closed behind him and turned the lock. Mark realised that through the lock offered some privacy, it was of the type that nurses could bypass from the outside in case of an emergency.
He looked at Evan and put his finger to his lips to indicate that he should be quiet because the nurse was just outside changing the sheets on his bed. Mark thought that Evan looked nervous but then he realised that his expression was something else entirely. He looked serious as he walked slowly towards Mark. His beautiful green eyes were sleepy. He pulled Mark into his arms and kissed him wildly. Mark was wearing boxer shorts and a hospital gown that tied at the back. Evan held Mark in his arms then undid the ties of his gown, then he took it off and threw it into a basket near the door. Evan came back to Mark and rubbed his hands through the hair on Marks chest, then kissed him again.
Mark happened to see himself in the mirror. Luckily he had had a haircut the day before the accident. He kept it short because it felt better inside his bike helmet, but he was shocked at his beard growth. He usually only shaved every second or third day, but he had never seen himself looking so scruffy. He ran his hand across his face and said quietly to the mirror, shit!
Can I shave you first? whispered Evan.
Yes please, said Mark, though his mind was running wild about what the second might be. He could tell that Evan was as horny as a dog and it was making him feel more than a bit crazy. It didnt help that Evan now began to take his clothes off. He pulled his T-shirt off to reveal a fine lean athletic body with perfect subtle muscle tone. He had fine black hair on his chest. He then sat on the toilet to take his shoes off and then pull his jeans off. He was wearing dark green lycra trunks underneath. When he stood back up, Mark could clearly see the shape of his average length, but very fat erection and a dark stain of precum at its head. Marks erection was even more obvious as a substantial tent pole in his boxers.
However, Evan went about the business of running some warm water into the basin, wetting Marks face, then lathering it with shaving foam. He started to shave him from the front, but then decided to stand behind Mark as Mark faced the mirror and shave him like he would shave himself. Evan put one arm around Marks body and shaved his face carefully with the other. Evan was concentrating on what he was doing and they only occasionally caught each others eyes in the mirror. Mark could hardly believe this stunningly beautiful and sexy young guy was being so caring and intimate with him.
When Mark was shaved Evan said, Shower now?
Okay.
Well, get them off then, said Evan smiling.
Mark was struggling to get his boxers off with one hand. Evan immediately reached down and pulled Marks boxers right down to his ankles. It was a little embarrassing for Mark. Not because he was naked or that he was displaying his erect cock, but to not go into too much detail, it isnt easy to keep your behind perfectly clean when you dont have the use of both arms, and sponge baths are not very frequent or effective. There was no sign from Evan that he noticed anything. He picked up Marks boxers from the floor and threw then into he dirty laundry basket, then led Mark into the shower.
He used the hand shower to wet Marks body being careful not to get the plaster on his arms too wet. Again Mark watched his face as he worked. He was concentrated and caring, though he was getting his own body just as wet as Marks. He shampooed Marks hair and then he got the shower gel and started lathering Marks body. When it came to Marks backside and anus, Evan had no inhibitions but things started to heat up when it came to his cock. He took Marks cock in his hands and lathered it up, while looking into Marks eyes. He kissed him again, and then slipped around behind him to rinse his cock and balls and then rinse his back. Suddenly, Mark realised that Evan had pulled his trunks off and was standing behind him, holding him in his arms naked. He could feel Evans hard cock pressing against the top of his buttocks.
Evan started kissing his back and giving him little bites as he rubbed his body against Marks back and pressed his cock into the top of Marks butt crack. Mark reached behind him and took Evans cock in his hand. He loved the feeling of a nice fat heavy meaty cock.
Evan said in a sexy deep voice, Do you want it Mark?
Oh yes, Mark could hardly get the words out. It was a completely new experience for him. He had usually been the more assertive partner even when he wanted to be fucked because his partners had nearly always been inexperienced.
Evan turned away and went to the small backpack he had brought with him. He took out a condom and a bottle of lube. Mark turned around to watch him roll the condom onto his nice fat penis and take in the full glory of Evan fully naked. He was beautiful. His legs and thighs were quite hairy though he only had a little hair on his body, mainly on his chest. His balls hung evenly in their large rounded sack. He was uncut but the head of his very fat cock was fully exposed as he looked down and carefully rolled a condom into it. He had a nice jet black bush above it and a trail that lead up to his navel.
When he had the condom on, he looked back at Mark, his beautiful green eyes partly hidden behind the long wet bangs. He smiled but his expression had something like a wolf about it. Mark leant against the basin and spread his legs wide. He could only support himself with his right arm. His left was still in plaster nearly up to his armpit. He was looking into the mirror above it as Evan stood behind him and looked back at him. Evan wrapped both his arms around Mark's body, pulled him back upright and kissed him wildly on his back and neck then Mark turned his head take Evans passionate kisses on his mouth. Evan aggressively pushed his tongue into Marks mouth and Mark let him.
Mark heard the click of the lube bottle and then Evan rub the cold slippery fluid around his hole and finger him as he continued to kiss him and hold his body. Then he gently guided Mark to lean over against the basin again, though he used one arm to support him across his chest. Mark looked at the mirror and saw that Evan was looking down at his own cock and lubing it. Then he felt its head against his anus. He saw Evan look back into the mirror and into Marks eyes. His mouth was slightly open and Mark could not imagine such a beautiful young guy could look so hot and horny. Marks own cock was dripping a long silver thread of precum that reached half way to the floor.
He felt Evans cock prodding against his hole, forcing itself in slighter further with each prod. It finally breached his sphincter and slid fully inside.
Mark let out moan of pleasure.
Mark? Are you right? Do you need any help?
It was he voice of the nurse, quite loud, just outside the door.
Evan looked at Mark in the mirror. He was wide eyed but smiling. He held his cock inside Mark.
Thankyou nurse, no, Im fine, said Mark loudly and calmly. He looked back at Evan also wide eyed and surprised, but close to laughing. Evan put both his arms around Mark under his arms and up his chest, then supported him with his hands holding the front of Marks shoulders. They heard the nurse talking to someone else outside and then the voices fade. Mark nodded to him.
Evan pulled back and thrust his cock back while looking into Marks eyes in the mirror. He gradually got faster and faster. He fucked like a tornado boy but Mark knew he was no tornado boy. He kissed Marks back and neck while he fucked him and again Mark turned his head back as far as he could to feel Evans perfect passionate kisses.
Evan took one arm away from supporting Marks body and reached down for Marks dripping cock. He put his hand around the shaft and ran it slowly up and down the shaft as he continued to fuck him. Again they were looking at each other in the mirror. Evans mouth was now wide open and his expression of wild pleasure. He sometimes closed his eyes. Mark couldnt take his eyes off him.
Suddenly he started breathing very heavily and started wanking Mark harder and faster. He put his head down on Marks shoulder and gently licked and bit him while voicing a soft whimper. He slowed down but it was too much for Mark. He orgasmed like he couldnt remember ever doing before. He yelled quite loudly Aaaahh, aaah as Evan continued to hold his shaft. He didnt care about the nurse, but she wasnt outside anymore.
Evan held his cock inside for a little longer while again they kissed. He pulled it out and then turned Mark around to face him and kiss him again then hug him tightly. Evan then pulled the condom off his softening cock, wrapped it up in some toilet paper and put it on the basin. He turned on the hand shower, adjusted the temperature and washed his cock. Mark watched in wonder. Evan called him over and then he soaped and washed off Marks cock and anus, again very unselfconsciously and with care. Mark started to get hard again. Evan gently slapped his cock.
"Down boy. You've had enough for today."
That didn't help.
They realised that they had forgotten to bring in clean clothes for Mark. Evan put on clean trunks from his bag since his green ones were wet. He had come well prepared. He got dressed and then crept out into the room and retrieved a white T-shirt and boxers for Mark.
"There is a guy in the other bed," he said when he returned, "but he seems to be asleep."
There had been other patients in the other three beds in Mark's room but the longest they had stayed was overnight. Most had been wheeled in unconscious after having broken arm bones set under anaesthesia, but were discharged in a sling only a few hours later. However, Mark knew that the nurses would be coming in every twenty minutes or so to check on them and take obs.
Evan helped Mark into the T-shirt with great difficulty and then pulled up his boxers. He took the opportunity to hug Mark from behind again.
They opened the bathroom door to check that the nurse was not there and then Evan helped Mark get back into bed. As he was doing so, they heard the wheels of the obs cart and the nurse walked in.
"Hello Evan isn't it?"
"Yes, ah.. hi," he replied.
"Now you two don't have to sneak around like criminals. I heard what you were doing in there," she said. Mark and Evan felt their faces start to heat and their hearts skip a beat.
"You did a really good job on him Evan. He looks like a new man."
"Mark, it is perfectly fine that if you have family that can help you with personal care that they can come in after visiting hours. Now I know Evan is a friend of your parents so I believe he is quite within the rules also. It is a great help to the nursing staff here if patients have carers to look after their personal needs. However, Evan, you should check in at the nurses station first. What is your full name? I will write it in Mark's notes so the nurses will know that they are allowed to admit you after hours."
"Umm it is Evan Lewis, sister?"
"Thank you."
She wrote his name on a small notepad that she carried then proceeded to the young man newly arrived in the bed opposite Mark and took his temperature and blood pressure.
Evan and Mark looked at each other with wide eyes.
"Well I better get going," Evan said. "I'll see you tomorrow at the same time?"
"Thanks Evan, that will be good."
The nurse walked out of the room.
"Evan, can I have your number?"
That was just about a first for Mark. He had avoiding giving his number to guys he had met up with because he was not into strings and he had had bad experiences with guys who messaged him constantly when he had given his number. Guys had great difficulty getting it out of him. But he knew his feelings about Evan were different. He had never felt what he was feeling before. He was wildly, explosively in love.
Evan texted him his contact details and Mark sent his back. Mark followed the message with something else. A love heart. He looked up at Evan to see his reaction. Evan went to him and kissed him.
"Bye Mark, I'll see you tomorrow."
"Bye Evan."
When he was leaving, Evan noticed that the guy in the bed opposite Mark was awake and looking at him strangely. Evan smiled at him and gave him a thumbs up.
A few minutes later, love heart emoticon came up on Mark's phone.
After breakfast in the morning Mark was taken for more X-rays of his arms. He had been expecting his doctors to come to tell him the results but evening visiting hours arrived and they had still not come. It was Friday and the ward reviewed all patients with the aim of allowing as many as possible to go home before the weekend. Mark had sent Evan a text message saying that he might be going home, however Evan had not answered. Evans school had a strict policy that students were not to use their phones during classes.
Marks mother and father came in, as well as his sister and some friends. They were all talking when the doctors and a physiotherapist came to talk to Mark about his X-rays. They said his arms were much better and though the plaster needed to stay on for another week, he could go home and come back to the hospital as an outpatient. That depended on Mark having someone at home who could help him with meals and personal tasks. Mark said that he lived alone and none of his visitors seemed available to spend much time with him. His parents had to fly back home before Monday, his sister lived a long drive away and she had three small children to care for and the friends had come to say goodbye to Mark because they were leaving on a cruise the next day.
The physiotherapist was reading through his notes. Marks personal carer is listed here as Evan Lewis. Is he not available?
Marks mother glared at him. She looked like she was going to explode.
Yes, I will be happy to help him, said Evan, walking into the room followed by the ever smiling Frank. He had apparently been lurking outside the room, but felt he could not stay quiet when he heard his name mentioned. Mark's father was much more naive and still to some extent in denial about his second youngest son's sexuality. "Good to see you again Evan!" He said happily as he walked toward him and extended his hand. Evan shook it, "You too Mister Atkins."
"Good afternoon Evan," said Mark's mother emotionlessly. Evan smiled at her curiously. Mark's father continued, "I met your father this morning just before we flew out here. I was going to tell him the story about how you two met, but you had beat me to it! In fact he thought it was something worth celebrating. He opened a bottle of his 1972 Shiraz!" Mark mother's head whipped around in shock so fast that Mark thought she might injure herself.
"Yeah, I rang my dad and told him the story last night," said Evan. "We had a good talk about a lot of things. I told him something that I thought would surprise him too, but he already knew it. My dad is an amazing guy sometimes."
The physiotherapist left to prepare Mark's discharge notes while the doctor went over to speak to the young man in the bed opposite.
Evan came over to Mark's bed and helped him pack his things into his bag. Mark's father and his sister were engaged in a conversation about wine, but his mother was looking stunned and watching Evan.
Mark said quietly to Evan, "You mean you... came out to your father? I thought you said he would go ballistic?"
"I was wrong."
"Wow, what brought that on?" Mark asked stupidly.
"Well it was triggered by someone I love texting me a love heart actually," he said smiling at Mark. He then lent over and kissed him.
His mother turned away in embarrassment but looked straight into the face of the beautiful smiling Frank still waiting silently by the door. She could not help but smile herself.

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