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It was hot enough to bring my own orgasm rocketing forward. My eyes shut, Fox’s cock still in my mouth, as my own started to twitch and spasm inside my pants, filling up my briefs with come and instantly making me soaked. I had to hold on to Fox’s thighs for balance as my own legs shook.
I couldn’t see straight. Was I dead? Had that orgasm killed me? I looked up, vision still full of stars, but Fox’s face made itself clear through the chaos, his smile lighting up the room like the sun itself. He helped me up onto my feet, knees clicking and popping as I stood back up, my legs shaking slightly as I caught my breath.
“Holy… okay. Wow.” I was speechless. I wiped my lips, still tasting some of Fox on me.
Fox didn’t need words. He came in and stole a fiery kiss, his hands falling on my hips and holding me for a moment.
“That was… yeah. Wow.” Fox also looked a little lost for words. His smile widened as he laughed and took a step back. “Fuck, you came.” His eyes dropped down where a massive stain was spreading across my crotch.
“Yeah…” I was a little embarrassed, but the hungry grin on Fox’s face pushed that away.
“That’s so fucking hot. Jesus, Jonah, you’re something else.”
I was glad it appeared like my first blowjob had been a glowing success. The nerves I’d felt going into this were all gone, replaced by a desire to do it all over again.
We played around some more that night… all right, we played around much more that night. And when we were done, my body feeling more alive than ever before, when we were lying there on the bed, breaths heavy and chests pink, Fox had said he would set up the air mattress in the living room.
He didn’t make it out of the bed. We fell asleep. Only when I woke up the next morning did I realize we were tangled up like a pair of eternal lovers, our legs entwined and my arm thrown over his chest, my head nestled against his.
I woke up that morning feeling happier than I’d ever felt in a long time.
And that scared the shit out of me.
* * *
TWO DAYS LATER
The hospital was buzzing with an energy that came out of a team of people working day and night to save lives. It was midday and the waiting room was currently packed with coughing, sneezing, and groaning patients. Thankfully, the nurse I had come to see was already waiting for me by the front desk, so I didn’t have to wait too long.
I wanted to get in and out of here. Hospitals weren’t exactly my favorite places to spend time in. Also, Fox had set plans for us to go bird-watching later, and that was way more preferable to spending time under the fluorescent hospital lights.
“Hi, Donna?”
“Hello.” She was an immediately warm woman, as most nurses seem to be, with a smile that put me at ease. We shook hands as she led me through the big double doors and back to where the nurses’ station was. Her scrubs were a soft pink with lavender-colored flowers sprinkled throughout, adding to her calming demeanor.
“So, Mr. Brightly, I understand you’re investigating this Dragon outbreak?” She leaned against the counter of the nurses’ station. There were a couple other nurses sitting at computers behind her, a doctor listing out a chart of things she wanted done for her patient.
“I am. Thanks for meeting with me, Donna.”
“Of course. I’ve seen some stuff, but nothing like what Dragon does to these kids. I want to do anything I can to try and stop it.”
“How many kids do you think you’ve seen come in suffering an overdose?”
“Oh, an easy twenty. And that’s in the span of less than a month. It’s shocking.”
“What’s the treatment like?”
Donna’s brows wrinkled. “Mr. Brightly, there is no treatment. We pump their stomach, get them hooked into IVs, and monitor them twenty-four seven. Some patients feel so overcome by the burning sensation that we’re forced to put them into a medically induced coma just to handle it. There are some drugs that have medication we can give. Opioids, for example—we can give naloxone, which blocks opioid receptors and reverses the overdose. But that’s the thing, no one seems to be able to figure out what’s in this Dragon thing. If there is a medication for it, we won’t know because there’s something in there that’s untraceable.”
“What’s the survival rate?”
She cast her auburn eyes down at the tiled floor. “We’ve lost half.”
“I’m so sorry.”
“Just do whatever you can to stop this, Mr. Brightly.”
I nodded, feeling more determined than ever to get to the bottom of this before it spiraled out of control.
Donna wasn’t the only person I was at Miami Memorial to see. I glanced down at my watch, double-checking the time. “Is Matthew ready to meet with me? I promise I’ll keep the questions short.”
