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back to full mast. Am I even going to be able to get dressed and drive myself to the hospital like this? And oh god, I can just imagine the humiliation of being face down, ass up on table while a doctor shines a flashlight up my ass to try to fish the damn thing out. Or does something like this require surgery? Holy fuck, how would I explain that to Val?

I’m friends with a bunch of gay men, surely one of them has gotten something stuck up their ass at some point, right? My mind goes immediately to Stone. There’s no way he hasn’t put something weird up his ass a time or two. I could call him. He’ll know what to do. Except, then I have the same problem of having to explain myself. And god knows I’d never hear the end of it at work.

I flop back down putting my hands over my face and grimacing when I feel the cold, wet feeling of lube smear against my cheek.

Okay, Stone is out. And if Stone is out, the rest of the guys are out too. Obviously, Val is a no. So, who’s left?

“No,” I groan as I realize I only have one option. What am I even supposed to say? Hey, I know you wanted time to process that kiss and everything, but quick question, how do I get a vibrator out of my ass?

Maybe I can make it to the hospital on my own. I figure it’s worth a try, so I sit up again, gritting my teeth against the intensifying vibration. The oversensitivity is starting to fade, and fuck is it starting to feel good again, which is not helping. I manage to stand up, waddling over to where I tossed my underwear. Every step jostles the toy inside me, sending jolts of inconvenient pleasure up my spine, my cock fully hard and leaking again.

I bend over to pick up my underwear, and the vibrator lodges itself against my prostate again, and I moan as my cock jerks.

This isn’t going to work. I look over at my cell phone on my bedside table reluctantly.

“Fuuuuuck.” I grab the phone, crawling back onto my bed and palming my cock again, clenching my eyes closed as I press the phone to my ear and listen to it ring.

“Hello?” he answers after a moment.

“Hey, Wats. This is the most embarrassing request I’m ever going to make, but I really need your help.”

Watson

I push aside the lesson plan I’m working on and sit up straighter.

“What’s wrong?”

Ev makes a low, breathy sound on the other end of the phone, and I wonder for a second if he’s jerking off right now. Oh my god, am I on the receiving end of an obscene phone call from the man I’ve spent a week trying to talk myself out of having feelings for?

“I…um…fuck,” he mutters. “I don’t know what to do, and I didn’t have anyone else to call.”

“Are you hurt? Do you need me to come over there?” I ask, standing up and grabbing my keys off the coffee table before he even has a chance to answer.

“Could you?” he asks.

“I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

“Thanks, I owe you one,” he says. “Oh, and when you get here, I have a spare key hidden in the light fixture to the right of the door, use it to let yourself in. I’m in my bedroom.”

I slip my shoes on, still pressing my phone to my ear. “This sounds serious. Do I need to call you an ambulance?”

“No,” he barks out quickly. “Just, fuck,” he moans again, and my cock thickens at the throaty sound. I’m definitely going to hell for getting hard over his sounds of pain, but in my defense, it really sounds like he’s touching himself.

“Okay, I’ll be there soon.”

I hang up, shoving my phone hastily into my pocket as I sprint down the stairs and out to my car.

I make it to Ev’s place in record time and find the key exactly where he told me it would be. I don’t bother to kick my shoes off, instead heading straight for where I assume his bedroom is. As I get close, I hear another deep, desperate moan from the other side of the door, and I pray not to get an erection while I’m trying to save Ev’s life or whatever it is he needs from me.

I push the door open, and I nearly swallow my tongue at