How To Save A Life

by Andria Large

  “I didn’t ask out of obligation. I’m actually curious.” Alyssa grins.

  “Yeah, I’m curious, too.” Amelia smiles.

  “It’s okay, Ferris. We’re okay with it. You can tell us,” Casey assures me.

  I glance at Miles, who gives me an encouraging nod. I swallow hard and take a deep breath. “As of last week, yes, I do have a boyfriend.”

  Sammy squeals in excitement. “Oh my god! What’s his name?”

  “Ezra.”

  “Is he cute?” Alyssa asks with a naughty grin.

  I bark out a laugh. “Cute? No. He’s gorgeous.”

  Miles and Casey roll their eyes, but I can see that they are trying to hide their smiles.

  “Actually, he’s Spencer’s dad. We were just friends when I saw you, Miles, but it’s turned into more.”

  Miles frowns. “So is Spencer adopted?”

  “No, Ezra used to be married to a woman, but she passed away last year. He’s bi, but has hid that side of him because of his parents and everyone else. Spencer actually just told his grandparents he was gay last weekend and it didn’t go so well.”

  “Damn,” Miles grunts. “I’m sorry to hear that.”

  “Yeah, he’s pretty torn up about it, but he’s in my therapy group, so we’re working through it.”

  “Does Spencer know that you two are together?” Alyssa asks.

  “Ah, no, not yet. We are seeing if this is going to go anywhere before bringing him into it.”

  “That’s probably smart,” John agrees.

  I nod.

  “I’d really like to meet them sometime,” Casey says seriously.

  I give him a grateful smile. “I’d like that, too.”

  “Well, it looks like Xavier has fallen asleep on you. Here, I’ll bring him upstairs and put him in his crib,” Sammy says.

  “I’ll put him down, just tell me where his room is.”

  “I’ll show you,” Miles says and motions with his head for me to follow him.

  He takes me upstairs and into his son’s room. I walk over to his crib and gently lower him into it. He doesn’t even stir; kid is out cold. I stand there watching him for a second, just enjoying the fact that I’m here and doing this. Once I’m satisfied that he’s not going to wake up, I turn to leave. I find Miles leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed over his chest, a small smile playing across his lips as he watches me.

  Stepping out into the hall, Miles closes the door behind me, leaving it cracked. I glance over at him. “What was that smile about?”

  He shakes his head. “I’m glad you’re here.” He claps me on the shoulder and gives it a squeeze.

  “Me, too.”

  +

  EZRA

  Can you get Spencer to go out for a couple hours?

  I grin at the text message from Ferris. We are definitely due for some alone time.

  I don’t know if I can get him to go out without looking suspicious, but maybe I can leave for a little while.

  Whatever you have to do! I need to see you!

  Give me half an hour and I’ll be at your house.

  Okay! I can’t wait!

  A multitude of emotions rush through me at his words. It’s hard to focus on just one. He needs to see me keeps repeating in my head, giving me an excited thrill. He needs me. He wants me. He’s my boyfriend. We’re in a relationship. It’s still not real to me.

  “Hey, Dad? Is it okay if I go over Jesse’s for a little while?” Spencer asks, breaking through my thoughts.

  I blink up at Spencer from my seat on the couch. “Oh, uh, yeah. Sure, Spence, go ahead, just be home by eleven.”

  Spencer smiles and nods. “Okay, thanks, Dad.”

  As soon as Spencer is out the door, I run upstairs to take a quick shower before leaving to go to Ferris’. Even though Spencer went out, it’s still safer to go to Ferris’ house, just in case Spencer decides to come home early for whatever reason.

  Once I’m showered and dressed, I head to Ferris’ house. I don’t even get the chance to knock before he flings open the door, grabs my shirt, and yanks me inside. His mouth crashes into mine as he slams the door shut behind me.

  He shoves me roughly up against the door and forces my shirt up over my chest. Tearing his mouth away from mine, he ducks down to flick his tongue over my nipple. I suck in a sharp breath.

  “I guess everything went well at dinner.” I smirk down at him.

  “Very,” he mutters around my nipple between his teeth.

  I let out a breathy laugh and drop my head back to the door. If Ferris wants to be in charge, then I am totally fine with that. He moves over to my other nipple, paying it the same attention. My breathing picks up when he starts to kiss and lick his way downward. He lets go of my shirt as he fully drops to his knees in front of me. I curse and yank my shirt over my head, tossing it behind Ferris somewhere.

  Ferris nibbles at my hip while he works on unbuttoning my jeans. He has my jeans and briefs down around my ankles in a minute flat, freeing my achingly hard cock. Ferris hums his delight before diving in, going straight for my balls. He sucks one into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it before letting it pop out. I drop one hand to his head while I grab my shaft with the other, holding it up against my stomach to give him better access.

  I moan as he continues to use that wicked tongue of his. Eventually, he bats my hand away from my cock so he can take hold of it. He licks away the pre-cum that’s pooled in the slit before swallowing the rest of my dick down his throat. Choking out a surprised noise, I latch onto his hair as he starts to bob his head.

  “Oh my god, Ferris,” I pant.

  I watch my cock disappear between those two plump lips, sending jolts of pleasure up my spine. Ferris skims his hands up my thighs and over my hips to my stomach before tracing them slowly back down the way they came. He repeats this as he continues to suck the hell out of my cock. My breathing becomes ragged as I feel my orgasm take root at the base of my spine.

  “I’m getting close,” I warn him.

  One of his hands circle the base of my cock and he lets it pop out of his mouth just long enough for him to say, “I want you to fuck my mouth and come down my throat, baby.”

  He dives back in, grabbing both of my hips and forcing me to thrust into his mouth. I grab onto his hair with both hands this time and take over pumping my hips. He slides his hands around to my ass cheeks, forcing me to shove my cock down his throat with each thrust.

  “Holy fuck!” I shout as my orgasm barrels through me.

  I clutch the back of his head as I shove my dick down the back of his throat. After a couple more erratic thrusts, I explode. I feel Ferris swallow around the head of my cock as I continue to come.

  I let his head go when I’m finished, and he lets my now flaccid cock slip from his mouth. He pulls in a much needed breath, sits back on his ass, and leans back on his hands. I collapse back against the door as I try to catch my breath.

  “Goddamn, you’re sexy,” Ferris says, his voice low and husky.

  I crack open my eyes and look down at him where he’s seated on the floor. He’s got a devilish smile on his swollen lips as he looks up at me.

  “That was the best blow job I’ve ever had,” I grunt.

  Ferris chuckles. “How long do you need before you can go again?”

  I cock an eyebrow at him. “About fifteen minutes.”

  “Good, because I need you to fuck my ass until I can’t walk.”

  “Holy shit,” I hiss. I swear my cock just twitched.

  I get rid of my shoes and the jeans pooled around my ankles before going over to him and helping him to his feet. I push him down the hall to his bedroom, slamming the door shut behind us.

  +

  FERRIS

  “What time is it?” Ezra’s voice rumbles, sounding deeper than it usually is because my ear is pressed against his chest.

  I lift my head to glance at the clock on the nightstand before laying my head back down on his n
aked chest and snuggling my body closer to his. “10:30.”

  His fingers sift through my messy hair as he sighs in disappointment. “I told Spencer to be home by eleven, so I should probably go.”

  I don’t even know how long we’ve been lying here holding each other, but after that incredible round of sex, the rest was definitely needed.

  “Okay,” I mutter but make no effort to move off of him.

  His fingers drift down the back of my neck and over my shoulder before lightly trailing down my arm where it’s resting on his stomach. A faint ringing reaches my ears, and I lift my head to try and figure out where it’s coming from.

  “Is that your phone?” I ask.

  “Shit. Yes.”

  Ezra rolls out from under me and flings open the bedroom door then races down the hall naked to where he left his pants. I hear him talking but don’t catch what he’s saying. He walks back into the room just as he hangs up the phone, a wide grin on his face. I lean on my forearms and cock my head to the side.

  “What’s that smile about?”

  “Looks like I’m spending the night after all. That was Spencer asking if he could sleep over his friend’s house. I said yes, of course.”

  “Yay! Sleepover!” I exclaim, throwing one arm in the air.

  Ezra laughs and places his phone on the nightstand. He then crawls onto the bed, slow and seductive like, his lust-filled eyes boring into mine. He pushes me onto my back and climbs on top of me, settling between my spread legs.

  He nudges my nose with his and places the lightest of kisses on my lips. “I’m going to fuck you slow and savor every second of it.”

  His words send a shiver of anticipation through me.

  Ezra keeps his word on going slow. He takes his good ole time prepping me, not that I need a lot of prepping after the way he fucked me earlier. He’s definitely making sure I’m fucking revved up and raring to go, though.

  Finally, after much begging, Ezra lines up his rock hard cock with my hole. I’m already panting, and I can’t take the teasing anymore. He spreads his body out over mine, gathering me up in his arms. This is new…and very fucking intimate. His eyes lock onto mine as he oh-so-slowly enters me. My breath catches and I can’t look away from his burning gaze. My heart starts to pound wildly in my chest, and it’s not from the sex.

  I moan long and low as he draws back, again going slow, making me feel every single one of his eight inches. The slow and steady pace continues, driving me fucking wild. I claw at Ezra’s ass cheeks, pulling him in as deep as he can go with each inward thrust. He kisses the corners of my mouth, my cheeks, along my jaw, and my neck with such reverence that it’s making it hard to think. Then he kisses me with such passion and emotion that I can’t help but feel completely adored.

  “Ezra,” I breathe against his lips.

  He presses his forehead against mine and whispers, “Ferris.”

  +

  EZRA

  I’m in love with Ferris.

  I bite back the urge to declare my feelings while in the middle of what I would call making love. It is definitely not fucking, or even sex, for that matter. As another orgasm builds, I pick up the pace a little bit. Ferris gasps and digs his head back into his pillow, his eyes fluttering closed.

  “Oh god, Ezra. You feel so good,” he pants.

  “So do you, baby,” I rasp, tucking my face in the crook of his neck.

  The noises coming from Ferris are coming more frequently, and I can tell that he’s getting close. I shift my position slightly, thrusting more upwards to hit his prostate better. I’m awarded with him crying out as he digs his short nails into my flanks.

  “Don’t stop!” Ferris barks.

  “Never,” I grunt.

  A few more thrusts have Ferris’ cock exploding from where it’s trapped between our bodies. His hole clenches around me as he comes, making me lose what little control I have left.

  We lie there in silence while we try to catch our breaths. I drag my head up from his neck and kiss him lovingly on the lips. Ferris sighs in contentment as he presses his lips firmly against mine.

  “That was incredible,” Ferris murmurs, his lips brushing against mine.

  “Mmm,” I hum in agreement.

  We peel ourselves apart and go take a quick shower before climbing back into bed. I lie on my back so Ferris can snuggle up against my side and rest his head on my shoulder. I turn my head toward him and press a kiss to his forehead, while breathing in his clean scent.

  “What are you doing to me?” I murmur.

  “I could ask you the same thing,” he replies quietly.

  “You know I care a lot about you, and you mean so much to me, right?”

  I feel Ferris smile against my shoulder. “I’m pretty sure you just conveyed that fairly clearly.”

  I chuckle softly. “Good.”

  “You know I feel the same about you, too, don’t you?”

  “Yeah, I think I do.”

  “And you know that Spencer means the world to me?”

  “Yes, I do,” I whisper and kiss his forehead again.

  A few minutes of comfortable silence pass before I remember that Ferris went to his brother’s for dinner, and I haven’t heard how it went yet.

  “How did it go at your brother’s house?”

  “It was really great actually. Almost as if we never lost touch. They want to meet you and Spencer.”

  “Whoa, what?” I ask in confusion.

  Ferris lifts his head from my chest so that he can look at me. “Well, it would obviously have to be after we tell Spencer about us, but…”

  “You told them you had a boyfriend?”

  “They asked.”

  “And they really seemed okay with it?” I ask warily.

  Ferris nods. “Yes, they did,” he replies with such absolute certainty that I have no choice but to believe him.

  “Okay.”

  Ferris goes on to tell me more about dinner and what they talked about. He tells me about his nephew, Xavier, and how the little boy immediately took to him. Ferris was positively glowing as he recounted his night.

  “I’m insanely happy for you, babe.” I grin.

  He gives me a beaming smile before dropping his head back down to my shoulder. “And now I get to finish my night off with my ridiculously hot boyfriend. It was definitely a good day.” He sighs.

  I chuckle and give him a squeeze. We both yawn at the same time, making us both laugh. We get comfortable under the covers and fall asleep fairly quickly, exhausted from the two rounds of sex.

  CHAPTER

  TWELVE+

  EZRA

  “Dr. Whitmore?”

  I look up from the chart I’m filling out on my desk at my receptionist, Melissa, who is standing in my office doorway.

  “Yes?”

  She blushes slightly and smiles shyly, which is odd for Melissa. “You have a visitor.”

  I cock an eyebrow in question. “Who is it?”

  “Ferris Jenkins?”

  I chuckle and shake my head. “Send him back.”

  “Okay.” She giggles and heads back up front.

  He must have flirted with her to get her all giggly like that. A minute later, Ferris is standing in the doorway to my office in his red lifeguard shorts and tank top. He’s got a pair of black Ray Ban sunglasses perched on top of his head and thong flip-flops on his feet. He gives me a bright adoring smile that melts my damn heart.

  “Good afternoon, Dr. Whitmore,” he teases.

  I grin and lean back in my chair. “Mmm, I do like the way you say that,” I growl, keeping my voice low so that only he can hear me.

  He snickers and steps up to my desk, places his hands on it and leans in closer. “Maybe you should wear your scrubs to bed one night,” he purrs.

  “I just might.”

  “Shit,” he hisses, reaching down to adjust himself in his shorts.

  It’s been two months now since we officially started our relationship, and things have been
going really great. We’ve gone on a bunch of dates, and Ferris has been joining Spencer and me for dinner a couple of times a week. I think Spencer is getting suspicious of us, but he hasn’t said anything yet. We try really hard to be nonchalant in front of him, but it’s difficult. There hasn’t been much in the way of sleepovers, especially now that Spencer is back in school, but we make do with the time we do get to spend together. I’m hoping that when we do tell Spencer, I can then ask Ferris to move in with us. I honestly hate being apart from him, especially at night, when all I want to do is hold him while I sleep.

  “How does your schedule look? Can I take you out for lunch?” Ferris asks.

  I glance at the clock on the wall then check my schedule. “My next appointment isn’t until two, so I have some time.”

  “Great!”

  Fifteen minutes later, we’re sitting across from each other in a nearby pizza place waiting for the slices we ordered. Ferris looks sexy as hell in his lifeguard outfit, and I’m finding it hard to take my eyes off of him.

  “I was thinking,” he starts off, sounding a little hesitant. “Maybe we should tell Spencer about us. I think things have gotten pretty serious between us, and I really hate hiding it from him.”

  His beautiful eyes search mine as he waits for me to respond.

  “Things are definitely serious between us. And I think you’re right, it’s time to tell him.”

  He blows out the breath he was apparently holding. “I’m so glad you agree.”

  I give him a soft smile. “Is this why you wanted to go to lunch?”

  “Yeah, it’s been bugging me for a little while now, and I just couldn’t take it anymore.”

  I smirk.

  Our order gets called and Ferris goes up to the counter to retrieve it. We chat while we eat, trying to figure out the best way to tell Spencer that we’re in a relationship and have been for two months now. He’s going to be pissed, I know it. Ferris is certain if we explain to him that we wanted to see how things between us went first, he’ll be okay with it. I’m not so sure. After lunch, we both head back to work with the plan of telling Spencer tomorrow night at dinner.