Page 46 of Nine Inch Nasty
If he wasn't hurt, it might have been a little bit funny. But he is, so it's only slightly funny. Mainly because I know I can heal him.
Time to give my fellow students a show, I guess.
First though, I have to position him in a way that he's not just going to fall down the stairs even more when I lie next to him, and then I get to it. It's not very sexy kissing an unconscious man, let me tell you. Really doesn't get the body pumping.
Now, if he was merely sleeping, I could be into it.
I pump my healing into him, sucking up lust from my other mates because I'm bent over in front of them and they're predictable. But whatever, free fuel. When Zac’s eyelids start toflutter open like the damsel in distress he is, August is there to prop his head up for me, helping him to sit up since he's so damn heavy.
He's definitely confused. He looks around, sees the pole he just slid down like an idiot, fell off like an idiot and knocked his ass out, and then winces. “I guess I can check that off the list.”
I roll my eyes but smile nonetheless because he's still cute. “We really let those intrusive thoughts win today, didn't we?”
“Something like that. Thanks for kissing my booboos,” he says with a sweet smile.
August helps him stand, and then I wrap my arms around him as August wraps himself around me, making everything even better.
“Be honest, how many people saw me just eat shit?”
I look around the courtyard; people are definitely gaping, some are suspiciously tucking phones back into their pockets like they were recording, but I wave them off and weave my arm through Zac’s so I can tow him towards the rest of our group that we have assembled.
“Not a single person,” I lie.
He squeezes my hand in thanks, but he feels steady enough, so I stop worrying.
“How did the meeting go? So badly you wanted to throw yourself down the stairs?”
He gives me an amused look out of the side of his eye. “Very funny. And I don't know. I have mixed feelings about it?”
“Why did you state that like a question?” August responds, looking at Zac as quizzically as I am now.
Zac sighs, and I feel it deep in my soul. “At first, it was pretty much what we were expecting to happen. People complaining, people being whiny, people being annoying. Wasting my time, yadda, yadda, yadda.”
I squint my eyes at him because he's acting weird. “I thought you usually got off from meetings? Like legitimately got hard-ons when you got to go to them? You're acting like it was some big sacrifice for you to go and talk to people you work with.”
“I do not get hard from meetings. That's... preposterous.”
“No, she's right. You had a meeting last week, and you were so excited talking about all the notes you took during it, and the promotional pens you handed out, that you literally sprouted a hard-on during your speech to us about it.”
Zac looks outraged, gesturing toward me. “Because Delaney was sitting on the couch naked! Are you kidding me right now? You all thought I get sexually aroused from having work meetings? What the fuck is wrong with all of you?”
I burst out laughing, I can't help it. He's so fun to tease. And he has no idea that we're just doing exactly that. “You were hard in your meeting with me too, explain that.”
Now he's even more worked up, and he has no idea that we're just yanking his chain. His voice gets louder and higher at the same time. “Because you accidentally sucked my dick! I dare anybody not to get an erection when you're there with your fucking hot mouth ready to suck their soul out of their fucking dick. Come on!”
He finally catches on that we're laughing, and he just stands there with his hands on his hips, breathing deep and even as he stares at the sky. He's definitely praying for patience. I reward him with a quick kiss on the cheek.
“You said atfirstit was what you were expecting. But then something happened that you weren't?”
He looks around to see who’s all gathered, taking in my brother and dad, Leo and Jackson. “Well, as you realize, your parents are here. Hi Delaney’s dad and brother. I didn’t really mean it when I said she was naked o trying to suck my dick. We don’t do that. She was…repotting plants. Very wholesome. Also Delaney, can we not talk about my erections in front of your family?” He mumbles a ‘fuck my life’ under his breath and presses his hands into his eyes before resetting himself.
“And I don’t mean your parents are justherein the courtyard, I meanthere, in the office. As in, they weretherefor the meeting. They did not appreciate it when somebody stood up, slammed you for being a conduit, and then ragged on conduits in general. Not a great look in front of the queen.” He winces and then starts choking. “Fuck. I can't say that anymore.”
Papa Foster seems to take that as his out. “Erections are a natural part of life, Dean Aspis. I’m sorry to hear you’re ashamed of yours. Well, me and Adler have places to be. Don't we, son?”
Adler's confused, definitely not playing along. He scrunches his face up and then shakes his head. “No we don't. You were just talking about sneaking Delaney off campus to get her some lunch. You said you wanted a milkshake from that place down the road.”
Papa Foster looks panicked. I stare him down, stalking forward to poke him in the chest. “Dad? What do you know that I don't?”
