Hunted

After everything he did just to fix things, they showed their thanks by ditching him at the hospital. Not a single visit or phonecall. Not even a fucking get well card. Sure, he didn't really earn their friendship, but he tried his best to redeem himself... even if that was for a selfish reason too. They couldn't blame him for that. They were all selfish too.

And now those annoying nurses expected him to sleep. With the bulky cast on his leg and the shit they put around his chest, how the hell was he supposed to sleep? Couldn't get comfortable, and his current roommate – some botched suicide attempt – was snoring like a chainsaw. A big, emo chainsaw. If Rick could stand, he'd have smothered that lazy fuck. Wanted to die anyway, so why not lend a helping hand?

He rolled his eyes and picked up the book he was reading. Had never been a fan of the whole reading thing, but it was better than that shit they had on TV. With some sort of parental locks, all the good channels were blocked and all that was left was religious networks, cartoons, and talk shows. Anything was better than that shit. If only he could concentrate enough through that godawful snoring to make sense of what he was reading. "Shut up, bitch." He growled through his teeth and glared at the other bed. "When I get out of this shit hole, I'll slip rat poison in your rice pudding."

After a few pages, a hand suddenly rested on his shoulder. As he looked up, Rick looked into Luo's squinted eyes, a faint smirk on that face. The guy was wearing a leather biker outfit, and there was a small plastic bag in his other hand. "Hi," he whispered, "sorry it took me so long, I had to sneak in."

The book dropped out of his hand and fell down to the floor beside the bed. Rick looked his visitor over with amazement and a touch of lust while trying to guess why the guy would go through the trouble of sneaking in. Guessing went nowhere when he was constantly distracted by that outfit. Damn, why did that guy have to look so good? "Okay, you're forgiven for that, then." He frowned and looked toward the door. "You know, there are visiting hours when you don't have to sneak in... What's in the bag?"

Sitting down next to him, Luo pulled two cans of beer out of the bag. "I assumed there would be a distinct lack of alcohol in here..." He smiled and offered one, opening the other as he shifted closer to the other man. "Visiting hours? Nah, there'd be too many people around."

Alcohol. Oh sweet, beloved alcohol. He took the beer and paused. There was some warning about mixing alcohol with pain killers, but he figured that would just give him more of a buzz and one beer wouldn't hurt. "There's never too many people to smuggle in beer. I could have used some when that doctor was making me strip for him. Fucking pervert."

Luo looked at him with amusement for a bit, then brought a hand up to graze his cheek. "Oh, the trials of a wounded man..." He took a sip of the beer, then brought his leg up to brush gently against Rick's good leg. Leaning in close to an ear, he spoke in a near-whisper. "Making you strip sounds like fun though."

"Quit that. You're going to turn me on." In order to avoid letting his eyes wander and get even more worked up, he looked over at the irritating chainsaw man in the other bed. Still as fast asleep as before. Good. Rick took a few gulps of his beer and then turned his gaze back to Luo. "God damnit, why the fuck do you gotta be so hot?"

His companion was apparently happy with that comment. The Korean was all smiles and his dark eyes soaked in all of Rick's body with obvious intent. Leaving his can on the nightstand, he shifted over onto his knees, bringing both hands up to trace Rick's chest. "Because after being stuck in a boring hospital all day," Luo hissed softly, "you deserve some good, old-fashioned fun."

He swallowed hard as he watched the man with excited curiosity. After another couple gulps of his beer, he put it on the night stand to join the other. "What kind of old-fashioned fun could I have? I've got a broken leg and broken ribs and I'm hopped up on pain killers. Doesn't make getting on all fours easy. I'm sure the doctor would have tried if it did." He took a slow longing look over Luo's body. "But if you've got an idea, I'm all ears."

The hands on his chest pushed him down on his back, and the Korean gently got up to straddle him. "You weren't particularly interested in that position last night, but that's okay. Just stay on your back and spread 'em for me... not only being your favourite position, it should also be the least painful."

"You came all this way just to invade my ass? Should I be honoured?" Rick tried to be insulted, but failed miserably. He shifted as much as he could to move his good leg away from the casted one. "Well, I'll be limping for a while anyway, so I can't see any reason why not... But what about the nurses? They could come in any time to check up on my friend over there... Close the dividing curtain?"

Luo seemed in no rush to do so, but after some thought, he eventually agreed. Pushing up and off, he walked over to close it, then started unzipping his jacket as he returned. When he got back on top of the blond mechanic, he donned a brief smirk. "Of course you should be honoured. If you're in doubt about that, perhaps I should just go home..."

"No. I don't want you going anywhere." He reached up and ran his hand down the other man's stomach. As much as he hated the fact that he had been forced to side with the chinks, there were some definite benefits. The hot one being the most important benefit that came to mind. "I'd rather get pounded into next week than go back to reading that stupid book."

Running his hands up under the gown, the Korean smiled at that. "I like your priorities." He said more or less in a mumble, his fingers eagerly brushing over the warm skin underneath. As he pushed it up to Rick's arms, his head leant down, teeth clenching lightly over a nipple.

He shivered and ran a hand over the man's shoulder. He didn't know what was going through the guy's head to make him sneak in there like that, but Rick was damn glad. The snoring in the other bed wasn't even killing the mood the way he would have expected. "How the fuck am I supposed to stay quiet through this thing?"

With a light chuckle, Luo lifted his head to let their gazes meet. "We could... kiss?" He illustrated his point by parting Rick's lips, giving his tongue a slow lick. When he straightened up, he started shrugging out of his jacket, nodding down at the bunched gown. "Want any help with that?"

It hurt a bit, but he managed to push himself up enough to pull the hospital garb off over his head. The flimsy things they provided at the hospital could barely be considered clothing anyway. Why not just make everyone walk around in the nude? When he eased himself back down, he grinned and ran a hand over Luo's thigh. "Since I'm all wounded and vulnerable, I think you should perform a strip tease for me."

"I'm sure you do." The Korean responded with a dry smirk, then pulled his shirt off. He gazed down at his pants for a moment before getting back on his feet to start taking them off. Probably a good idea; they seemed rather tight. A few seconds later, they were both down to their boxers, and Luo was digging through his jacket, eventually emerging with a tube. He gave the muscular body on the bed a hungry look as he got back onto it, grabbing Rick's underwear and pulling it down. "You know, you're lucky. When I was in hospital, nobody came around for sex..."

"I'll tell you how lucky I feel afterwards." Rick flashed a cocky grin and glanced at the tube. He was only worried about the pain, though he wasn't willing to say it out loud. He was sure the other man would be nice enough to be gentle.

Grinning, Luo coated up a finger, bringing it down to the blond's entrance. "It's much more fun if you tell me while we do this... repeatedly..." He smirked broadly, then pushed the first digit inside.

Strangely that didn't hurt as much as he expected. Maybe it was idiotic to think having broken bones in other parts of his body would make his ass less penetrable. He cringed anyway and took a deep breath to force himself to relax. Tensing would not only hurt his ass more, but it would hurt where he was wounded. "Yeah, that would be a blast, but then we'd get caught for being too noisy."

The man on top of him chuckled, leaning forward until his mouth was near Rick's ear. Most weight remained on the guy's legs and free arm, but a little also rested on his chest. Thankfully, he wasn't in pain there. The finger inside him delved deeper in the narrow passage, and he felt lips brush against his skin. "You could always whisper..."

"You are fucking nuts." Though he didn't mean it as an insult, he figured the guy had to be a little cuckoo to show up during off hours of a hospital just to have sex. He smirked and exhaled through his teeth, trying to keep a hold of his growing lust. In a husky whisper, he added, "I'm lucky you came, and I'll be even luckier when you cum."

Letting out a satisfied sigh, the Korean added a second finger through his opening. "That's the spirit." He whispered contently, then started on the scissoring. More weight rested on Rick's chest as Luo brought the other hand up to trace the jawline, intertwining carelessly in his blond hair soon after.

Rick groaned at the feeling, but kept it as quiet as he could. His tenderized body was hurting a little more, but it was still bearable. All that he really cared about at the moment was how it was going to feel real soon, and that his roommate was still snoring away. "Fuck I hate being broken. I have an idea, let's skip the third finger."

"You're fucking inspired today..." The hand in his hair was withdrawn, and Luo pushed himself up. Quickly disposing of his own boxers, he also pulled Rick's underwear the remaining bit off. The Korean's full-fledged erection had been freed, and was now being slowly coated up in his line of sight. Anticipation was almost too much to bear when it was finally positioned to rest against his entrance. Luo brought both his hands down onto Rick's shoulders, then slowly started pushing inside.

It hurt like hell. Rick opened his mouth, wanting to shout, but he managed to keep all noise bottled up. That was a stupid idea, but he preferred getting straight to the point. He muttered under his breath, "ah, fucking hell..."

Panting steadily, Luo let his lustful gaze wash over the blond. He had stopped his groin movement, but how much patience the guy would have for his pain to fade was anyone's guess. The Korean hadn't exactly been slow and gentle the night before, but seemed to respect his wounds. After a blink and a swallow, the guy forced a smirk. "Relax... this will hurt bad if you don't..."

Good advice. The blond took a moment to let his body relax, and sure enough, the pain lessened. "What did you stop for? I'm ready." He looked up at the guy's hair but decided not to touch. It looked much too good to do that. Instead, he rested his hand on the back of the man's neck and pulled him down into a hungry kiss.

When their lips parted, the Korean grinned at his statement. "I'll hold you to that," he said in an amused whisper, "now don't wimp out on me." With that, he pushed himself onwards. As soon as he had buried himself all the way inside, he started thrusting determinedly. Even though he was obviously holding back, there was plenty of pain.

Rick opened his mouth to respond, but ended up moaning instead. He bent his leg up, trying to get more comfortable, but it didn't work. He got a grip around Luo's back, using it to stabilize himself, and then flashed the guy a smirk of approval. "The fucking doctors could pile in here and take notes, and I still wouldn't wimp out."

A husky growl escaped Luo's lips between the pants, and he returned the smirk soon after. "Now that would've been fun," he concluded, "that way they could learn something useful." He lifted a hand to move down Rick's torso, wrapping around the manhood soon after. Nudging the head with one finger, he used two others around the shaft.

After all that pain, the pleasure was more than welcome. He sighed happily as he felt his body melt beneath the other man's touch. His hips wanted to thrust into that hand, but he kept them still for fear of hurting both his ass and his ribs. With a nervous glance toward the curtain, he noticed the snoring had quieted, but after listening carefully, the guy was still grunting in his sleep.

The nudges gradually turned into pumping, and then Luo's attention turned back to the way he rammed himself into Rick. The movements felt more insistent and possessive than the day before, and this time, eye contact wasn't hard to come by either. Involuntarily, his muscles clenched lightly, and he was rewarded with a soft moan in return.

It was feeling so damn good. Rick was starting to struggle to remain silent. He gazed up at the guy topping him through half-lidded, curious eyes. Probably one of the best hospital visitors he'd ever... received. That was saying a lot. Rick had been in the hospital plenty. Whispering as quietly as he could, he cursed, "holy fucking shit, you're a god..."

"Rick?" The drowsy voice came from the other side of the curtain. "Rick, who are you talking to?"

Just fucking great, the pansy woke up.

Luo spluttered, but with a strained grimace, he managed to keep from laughing. His thrusts and pumping got unsteady for a while, but he eventually calmed down and kept the movements up with a smile on his face. Seconds after, he placed a firm kiss on Rick's cheek.

Rick cringed and mentally cursed Luo for keeping the rhythm going. The pleasure was great, but that was the problem when he was trying to put words together in a way that wouldn't make that bitch realise what was happening. He cleared his throat, fighting another moan as he managed to cough out, "myself. I'm a fucking god, haven't you seen me? Now go back to sleep, emo bitch."

Being rather careful about not making as little noise as possible, the Korean kept fucking him. Luo's breath was almost caught in his throat, and Rick could feel the occasional short, soundless burst of hot air against his face. Those dark eyes above him were swimming with lust, and the guy showed no signs of intending to stop.

Rick couldn't help but pant at the treatment. Couldn't possibly hold everything in for fear of exploding. Inhaling a shaky breath, he tightened his grip on Luo's back and pulled so he could run his tongue along the guy's neck.

But apparently their neighbour wasn't satisfied with the excuse he was given. "You don't sound like you're just talking to yourself, you obnoxious dick. What are you doing?"

"I'm jerking off!" Rick growled, getting incredibly annoyed at that big emo interrupting. "Now shut the fuck up. Your voice is a fucking turn off."

Despite his choice of words, the pressure built up, and he felt the climax wash over him. He came all over his torso, getting a bit onto both Luo's hand and the cast. A few thrusts later, the Korean released too, and he felt the sticky warmth inside him. Luo flashed a content smile, unable to hold back a loud sigh.

He sighed and smiled, enjoying the relaxation that usually came after climax and before the pain in his ass overcame him. Rick touched the man's cheek and glanced toward the nightstand. No longer cared if the emo bitch knew what was going on, so he risked a whisper. "There's tissues in the bottom drawer that I can't reach."

With a quick smile, Luo pushed himself up off Rick, then got down on the floor to open the indicated drawer. He dropped the box on the bed, then pulled one out to start cleaning his hand. As his eyes fell on the cell phone on the top of the nightstand, he whispered, "that your phone?"

A strange question. Slightly confused, Rick looked at the phone then back at Luo. Took a little while to decide he had nothing on that phone he wanted to hide. Eventually, he shrugged and grabbed a generous amount of tissues to clean himself up with. "Yeah, it's mine. Why?"

The Korean grabbed another tissue, finishing cleaning his hand with it. He picked up his beer can from earlier, downing the rest of the beverage. Fishing his boxers up off the floor, he stepped into them, then finally went for eye contact again. "Did Ramesh call you on it?"

What the Hell was that guy going on about? They finish fucking, and all he can think about is Ramesh? Rick sneered at that question and snatched his hospital gown. Luckily it hadn't fallen off the bed yet, but his boxers were beyond his reach. As he pulled it on over his head, he reluctantly answered. "Yeah, he called me on that a few times."

"Remember when? Think we could find his number on it?" The Korean's hushed voice had a hopeful touch to it. He turned away for a moment to start putting his pants back on, then faced Rick again. "We don't have many leads," he explained, "I realise it's a longshot, but we have to try something. Small chance better than no chance."

Rick grabbed the cell and flipped it open. Had to go back a ways through the list and then forwards again to find the right number. It was under some fake name. Jon and some long gibberish greek-sounding surname. When he finally found it, he tossed the phone to Luo. "There it is."

Raising his eyebrows in surprise, the Korean picked it up. Gawking momentarily, he soon smiled, proceeding to pull his own cell out of the jacket on the floor and typing it in. Then he put both phones on the bed, a number displayed on Luo's. "There's mine."

The blond quirked a brow, then grabbed the phones. Didn't really expect that bit, but regardless, he put Luo's number into his contact list. "Are you leaving now?" Rick glanced up and handed Luo back the phone. Wasn't about to admit he didn't want the guy to go, especially since it was impossible. If the guy stayed much longer, they'd be caught, and that wouldn't be good to anyone. "I get out tomorrow morning..."

"Don't think I can stay." The Korean picked up his jacket, putting his cell back in a pocket. He reached over to give Rick's thigh a gentle brush, then started to shrug into the garment. "Want me to pick you up tomorrow? We've got a safer place to stay now, maybe they'd let you stay too..." The last statement came with a frown, almost apologetic, for some reason.

"Yeah, right." Rick forced a laugh and shook his head as he dropped his own cell on the nightstand. Couldn't blame those people for hating him. He'd feel the same way if he were them. "It doesn't matter. I'll catch a cab home tomorrow... See you later."

Luo paused, then sighed. "Alright." He gave the blond a playful kiss on his cheek, then picked the bag up and put the cans into it, taking great care to keep Rick's upright. "Call me if something happens. Doesn't matter if it's in the middle of the night." With that, he moved over to the curtain, taking a quick peek out.

Rick nodded, not caring if Luo saw or not, and pushed himself to a sitting position so he could use his good leg to fetch his book off the floor. The movement was making his ass hurt even more, but he figured once Luo was well out of there, he'd call the nurse for more pain killers. "You mean if Ramesh shows up to finish me off? I can tell you from experience, if that happens, I won't get the chance to call anyone. If he decides to play jail house and give me one phone call, you'll be the first on my list, how's that?"

With a grimace and a sigh, the Korean turned to face him. "Whatever... Bye." He raised an eyebrow before turning, heading for the door.

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This is a collab, written together with Chlover. You can find her author profile here: http://original.adult-fanfiction.org/authors.php?no=26260