Lessons Learned

Hal’s words had done little more than wreak havoc in Russell’s mind all night, every reply making him wonder exactly what he’d said to set the man off. Sure, it may have sounded a little pushy---a very, very little---but not enough to send the boy packing without explanation. It had been a perfectly reasonable request! Maybe he shouldn’t have offered Hal’s apartment as a solution, but still…

Russell wandered aimlessly down the hall towards his third hour class. He was in no mood for math, his brain far too frazzled and sleep deprived, but it was better than sitting at home thinking about his douche of an English teacher.

“Isn’t that insane? He just collapsed. Right in the middle of class!”
“Is he okay? What happened?”
“They won’t say. But I heard he was grasping his head like he had a migraine or something. Then he just keeled over.”
“Don’t say it like that! That sounds terrible!”

“What’s going on?” Russell interrupted the two girls, students from his math class whose names suddenly escaped him. They looked from him to each other and back, as though determining whether or not he deserved to know this information. Finally, one of them leaned closer to him.

“Apparently Mr. Falkner fainted during last period.” She said.

“Yeah.” Her friend chimed in almost excitedly. “Some sort of head thing.”

Russell stopped breathing.

“I heard they actually had to call an ambulance and have him taken out on a stretcher.” The first girl went on, oblivious.

“Seriously? That’s awful!”

“I know! They took him to a hospital and everything... Russell, you okay?”

“Which hospital?” He heard himself ask. The girls looked at him like he was crazy. “Which hospital did they send him to, do you know?” He asked, louder this time. More frantic.

“I-I don’t know.” One girl squeaked, surprised.

“Westward General, probably. I mean, that’s the closest-” But Russell was already running. “Wait! Russell, what’s wrong? Aren’t you going to class?” She called after him, but he didn’t hear her.

Hal. Hospital. Fainting. Some head thing? What the fuck was going on?

Russell was at Weston General in minutes, leaving his car with the valet so that it would be quicker. He rushed inside and up to the front desk, panting. “Excuse me. Excuse me, Miss? Can you help me, please? I’m looking for someone.” He tried, the receptionist far from entertained by his persistence.

“What do you need, sir?” She asked, not really looking at him.

“My teacher… Uh, Hal Falkner. Was he brought in here a while ago?”

She glanced up at him briefly before rifling through some papers. “Hal Falkner. Brought in about an hour ago. Room 218. It’s down the hall and to your left.”

“Thank you.” Russell nodded trying his best not to sprint there. When he reached 218, he felt his heart leap into his throat. What’s going on? What the FUCK'S going on? What happened? Why is he-? Why is he…? He opened the door to find Hal sitting up in bed watching TV, his shirt unbuttoned and his hair mussed. When he noticed the boy’s arrival, he froze, eyebrows raised in shock.

“Russell? What are you-?”

“What the fuck is this?” Russell fumed, storming in and closing the door behind him. “How the fuck did you wind up in the hospital?” Hal’s eyes narrowed instantly.

“Calm yourself, kid.” He shrugged. “This has nothing to do with you.”

“Nothing to do with me?” Russell scoffed. “I think I deserve to know what’s put you in here considering I’m fucking SLEEPING WITH YOU!”

“Watch yourself, Russell.”

“What is it then? Some sort of STD? Do I have AIDS now? Is that it? Or do you have some kind of crazy ass infection that-”

“I don’t have AIDS, Russell!” Hal barked, silencing the boy at once. “It’s not contagious, so relax. Holy fuck.”

“Then what is it? Why are you here and not at school? Why the hell did they have to wheel you out on a stretcher?” Russell spat.

“A stretcher…? Who told you that?” Hal blinked, genuinely surprised.

“No one.” Russell sighed. “That’s not… Just… Tell me what happened.”

This time, Hal smiled, chuckling. “It’s nothing, Russ. No big deal. I was probably just dehydrated. People faint, kid. It’s not the end of the world.”

“That’s not the point!” Russell groaned. “You shouldn’t be here. You should be in class teaching. When I heard... I thought you… I didn’t know what…” He stopped, shaking his head.

“Come here, Russ.” Hal said, Russell obeying immediately, sitting down on the edge of the hospital bed. “Didn’t I tell you before to worry more about your own life?” Russell looked away stubbornly, brow furrowed. “I’m fine. So stop worrying.”

“But what happened?” Russell tried, desperate for at least some minor facts to help ease the nagging concern. “Why didn’t you-”

“Stop.” Hal whispered, cupping the boy’s chin in his hand. “I don’t want you to worry about me, okay? I mean it.”

“But-”

“Just don’t.” Hal’s face was centimeters from his, their lips practically touching with his last words. “Not me. Not ever.” And, with that, he pulled the boy closer, lips crushed in desperation, tongue delving deep, begging for silence. Somewhere in the back of Russell’s mind, he could hear the heart monitor attached to Hal’s pulse begin to beep, climbing to a faster rhythm as their kissing grew more heated. Hal pulled away.

“You know, we never did get to finish yesterday.” Hal grinned. Russell froze, looking at the door panic-stricken.

“Fuck no! Not here...” He tried. “And besides… You’re in a hospital, dumbass. Aren’t you supposed to be, I don’t know… resting or something? Won’t that cause some sort of unnecessary stress… or something?” Hal only continued to grin.

“Trust me, Russ. That sort of stress is the one constant in my life I would never give up.”

Russell stared at the door, then at Hal, the man’s erection waiting desperately for the boy’s surprisingly eager mouth. “Okay…” Russell mumbled, moving the sheets away to find that Hal had already undone his pants, his cock springing to life before the boy, equally as eager. Not wanting to hesitate for fear of a doctor or nurse stumbling onto the scene, Russell downed him.

“Oh, shit…” Hal trailed off, throwing his head back into the pillow and threading his fingers through Russell’s ponytail just like many a time before. Russell sucked hard, working the shaft in all the ways he’d learned since his first attempt, running his tongue over the head and stroking in rhythm what his mouth couldn’t reach. “Fuck yeah, Russ. That’s perfect… Shit yes.” Hal closed his eyes, tightening his grip and bucking his hips, fucking Russell’s mouth relentlessly, the boy trying desperately to ride the waves of his teacher’s motion, while more than once tensing dangerously against the desire to gag. The heart monitor beeped erratically, warning him it seemed. “F-fuck!” Hal gritted his teeth at last, his seed exploding into the boy’s mouth, hitting the back of his throat as he attempted to swallow what he could. Still, a splatter of cum decorated his face as he pulled away.

“Thanks, kid.” Hal breathed, chuckling as he wiped at Russell’s face with the edge of the sheet. “I really needed that today.”

Before Russell could respond, the door opened, a man in a doctor’s white, lab coat sauntering in unannounced. Hal shifted so quickly Russell barely caught it, the man tucking his dick back into his pants and covering his lap with the sheets. Russell stood up, thankful for the first time that his hoodie was too big for him, the slack falling just far enough below his waistline to hide his own prominent bulge.

“How are we doing, Hal?” The doctor smiled, glancing over at Russell absently as he went about his normal procedure.

“Decent.” Hal replied, smirking once at the boy as if to say, 'Decent thanks to you,' the looking making Russell blush.

“That’s good to hear.” The doctor nodded, checking this and poking that, before he finally acknowledged Russell’s presense.

“You a friend of Hal’s?” The doctor asked politely. Russell blushed deeper, looking to Hal for help. Hal laughed.

“Yeah. He is.” Hal replied, ruffling Russell’s hair like he would a little brother. “And he SHOULD be in school right now, isn’t that right, Russ?”

Russell nodded, wondering vaguely what his hair looked like and whether or not anyone would wonder at what had caused its messiness behind closed doors. “Um, bye then.” Russell stammered lamely, heading towards the door, but before he could leave, a thought crossed his mind.

“How long are you staying here?” Russell asked, turning back around. The doctor looked from Hal to the boy, Hal shrugging. “I’ll see you on Monday.” He offered.

Russell paused. The whole weekend? He shook his head, smirking. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” Russell corrected. Enjoying the look of surprised confusion that flitted across Hal’s face, Russell nodded to the doctor and took his leave, walking down the hall with an awkward shuffle but a devious grin. Hal may not be willing to tell him what put him in the hospital in the first place, but that didn’t mean Russell couldn’t take care of the stubborn son of a bitch. Whether he wanted him to or not.