Entangled With The Mafia Lord

Daven came out to us as gay two years ago some days before he clocked sixteen. We didn’t bait an eye because we’ve been noticing signs of his being interested in the same gender right since he was fourteen years old due to the his rooms and books and anything concerning him were always pictures of gay superstars and sometimes straight guys- but still guys all the same.

“Stop fretting, he could be in a serious relationship without you knowing or he could even be married. You don’t wanna help him cheat on his husband or boyfriend, now do you?”

“Omg of course not, that’s so gross, ew.” Daven paused before breathing out a sigh. “But he’s fineeee. And his hands felt so amazing on my skin. Did I tell you about when he was checking my heartbeat this morning how his fingers mistakenly brushed against my nipples? I’m just saying ‘mistakenly’ because it might have been a mistake… I felt like I was going to blow a load and I wasn’t even aroused yet. He glanced up at me at that moment and smiled as if he knew just what passed through me before removing his doctor thingy from my chest.”

“Daven, did I really need to know all that?”

“No, you didn’t, it just kinda slipped out, oh my gosh. I can’t begin to imagine how weirded out you must be feeling now, because you’re obviously straight and I’m obviously not and we’re talking about me almost shooting my load…”

“Daven! God, shut up.”

He raised his two arms up in a surrendering gesture while mumbling ‘I’m shutting up already’ and I rolled my eyes, knowing it was all useless because he’d start talking again if something comes into his mind again.

“Do you know that the male’s nipples are more sensitive than the female’s? I read it somewhere!” Daven started to say again and I buried my head in my hands while groaning loudly.

“Alright, got it. I’m saying nothing more.” He added immediately.

“Thank you very much.” I replied and he sneered before reminding me that I wasn’t welcomed. The doctor came back in with a few papers which held the bills, medications and a place for us to sign on. I made the transfer immediately and signed along with Daven before helping Daven up from the bed into the wheelchair to the amusement of the doctor.

He scowled at the wheelchair and buried his face in his hands before screaming into it for a few seconds before peaking out from the space beside his index and middle finger and muttering a quiet, “This is really embarrassing.”

“No, it isn’t. It’s the hospital protocols which people are already quite used to. It’s to ensure the complete safety of our patients so far they’re in this hospital, it’s nothing to be embarrassed about, really.” The doctor explained to Daven who didn’t look like he was buying all what the doctor was spewing.

“Well, fuck all these hospital protocols, it sucks big time.” Daven mumbled while glaring holes into the hospital door. The doctor only chuckled before pushing the door and holding it open for me as I wheeled a clearly embarrassed Daven out of the room and into the wild hallway.

“Thank you.” I said to the doctor who nodded his head with a small, warm smile gracing his face before he glanced down at Daven and waved at him a little.

“Bye, kiddo. Be more careful next time.”

Daven spluttered in embarrassment and shock at those words, but nothing came out of his mouth except harsh breath. The doctor turned around gracefully and headed down the hall, his coat whooshing along with his long legs.

“The fuck did he just call me a kid for?” Daven was finally able to mutter while we waited for the elevator to come back up.

“Probably because you’re still one?” I asked innocently.

“Fuck you. I’m an adult already.”

“That’s gross, so I’ll pass.” I said to him just as the elevator doors slid open and I quickly wheeled Daven in. There were four people currently occupying the car and Daven and I tried to stand far away from them as best as we could as the elevator started the drive to the last floor.Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

The guard was waiting in the car when we got downstairs and Daven bounced off the wheelchair the moment we were past the main entrance leading into the hospital and stretched his arms out wild. “See? There’s nothing wrong with me and I can walk just fine, wish the bastard of a doctor could see me now”

“I carried you last night, more than three times.” I informed him and turned around to hand the wheelchair to the security man waiting for it while I ignored Daven’s pale expression.

The guard started the car after Daven and I were seated comfortably in the back before Daven brought up the topic once again.

“Were you serious?”

“Of course I was.”

“That didn’t happen.” Daven continued while chewing on his lower lips, he only does that when he was unsure or worried about something.

“Oh, it did happen. You passed out three times due to the loss of blood.” I paused for a moment before continuing, “Nicolas is worried about you too, he feels you’re injured because of him.”

“Oh, man. It wasn’t because of him, and he shouldn’t even be thinking about anyone else at the moment except himself for now. Is he alright?”

“He is.” I replied, Daven would see for himself if Nicolas was really alright or not.

“So, about me passing out like a baby, don’t tell the guys about it, they’d tease me about it for months… I don’t want that.”

I glanced at Daven more closely, he seemed really worried and obviously cared about this topic. I guess he was really sensitive about appearing weak.

He and Nicolas have so much in common without even realizing it.