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Category: Erotica/Gay-Lesbian Erotica/Romance
Description: Dr. Feelgood: Sebastian's an up and coming pop star, but when appendicitis strikes, he ends up in the ER. Sexy doctor Brandon takes care of him, but Sebastian wants more personal care. Light My Fire: Trapped by a forest fire, Trevor is rescued by handsome firefighter Will. There's a spark of lust between them that's impossible to put out.
eBook Publisher: Phaze, 2010
eBookwise Release Date: October 2010

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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [55 KB]
Words: 10816
Reading time: 30-43 min.

Trevor tried to open his eyes, but they instantly stung with soot. He squeezed them shut, feeling the heat of the flames still raging nearby. The winds kicked up so fast he hadn't even noticed the fire until it engulfed the only door of the small cabin.

He was supposed to meet a few of his friends here for a weekend getaway. He had insisted on a cabin, because rustic was not his thing. His friends had hit a snag in traffic and he arrived before them, only to be caught in the sudden blaze. Now he was pinned to the floor under a beam, unable to move his body below his shoulders.

He could almost see the flickering flames behind his closed eyelids. He'd seen forest fires on the news, but he'd always thought there would be some warning, or that it wouldn't happen to him. It would have been surreal if it wasn't for the very real heat. He tried to concentrate on moving his fingers, but he wasn't sure if he was doing it or simply imagining it. He tucked in his chin, trying to grab the neck of his t-shirt with his teeth to pull it up over his face, so he could breathe in less smoke.

In the distance, he could hear sirens, and he hoped they were coming for him.

Shouting came from outside the cabin, and the sound of water sluicing over the burning structure. The smoke increased, billowing inside the cabin. The door shook on its hinges, but didn't open.

"The door's jammed! I'm going in through the window!"

"Careful, Will! The roof's already collapsing!"

"There's a Jeep around back! There could be someone in there!"

Then there was a sound of shattering glass, and a large figure in a protective fire suit loomed from the smoke.

When he heard the glass break, Trevor whimpered. "Here," he croaked, barely audible. He cleared his throat and tried again. "Here!" he said a little more clearly. "Help!" He tried to wipe his shoulder against his eyes, to blink away the grime and ash. "Help me," he said in a half-sob.

"I heard something!" The man hurried toward Trevor, hunching down. "Shit! There's someone here, all right! He's trapped!" He bent down beside Trevor. "Can you move at all?"

A wave of relief washed over Trevor. "No," he answered. He felt suddenly dizzy, as if now that someone else had taken responsibility, his body could start to capitulate to the situation. "Can't move," he said, blinking up at the fireman.

"Well, just try to relax. I'm going to get you out of here." The firefighter's voice sounded soothing and calm. "What's your name?" He moved around, examining the beam that trapped Trevor.

"Trevor." It hurt to breathe. It hurt to talk. But, the fireman's presence was extremely reassuring. "I don't even like fucking camping," he said, his voice coming out in a bit of a wheeze.

The man smiled. "Well, Trevor. My name is Will, and I'm going to do everything I can to get you out of here safely. They're putting out the fire outside, and I'm going to get this thing off you, okay? All you need to do is relax. Are you in pain?" The man spoke reassuringly, but all the while he checked Trevor's vital signs and the beam that had him trapped.

Trevor swallowed. "It does hurt, yes, although mostly in my face and my neck. I can't feel much below that." The beam in question was squarely across Trevor's abdomen, although his lungs didn't feel constricted, just painful from the smoke.

Will smoothed Trevor's hair out of his face and pulled out a bottle of water. "You must be thirsty. If you open your mouth, I'll pour a little water in. Not too much."

Trevor licked his lips, but his mouth was so dry. When he tasted the dribble of water, he moaned with relief. "More?" he asked weakly.

"Just a little more," Will said, pouring a bit more into Trevor's mouth. "You can have as much as you want when we get you out of here." His radio crackled to life and he spoke into it briefly. Then he pushed back his face mask.

Trevor swallowed and winced. They didn't seem to be making any progress in getting him out of there, though. "I have to ask..." he said quietly. "Am I going to die?" He couldn't imagine them moving the beam that had him trapped there, and the fact that he couldn't feel anything seemed dire.

"I won't let that happen," Will promised. He touched Trevor's face gently. "I'm going to stay with you. They tell me they've got the fire put out, but they've got to move on to the next house. An ambulance will be here soon to take you to the hospital." He bent over the beam, took a hold of it, and strained, but it didn't move.

When Will leaned close Trevor finally noticed how very handsome he was, though black soot smeared his features. He had brown hair and kind brown eyes. "I don't think you can move that yourself," he said, his voice a little less raspy after having a drink of water. He gazed dreamily at the firefighter, wondering if he was going into shock or something. Everything seemed kind of fuzzy.

Will grunted, muscles straining. "I have to try," he said, and he managed to move the massive beam just a bit.

It was enough that Trevor was able to move one arm. He could bend his forearm enough to get his hand up over the beam. He didn't have the strength to help attempt to move the beam farther, but it was reassuring to know that he could still move at least one arm. "Oh," he said suddenly, wiggling his fingers. Then he winced from the new position of the beam.

Will sweated now, but he kept straining. "Hang on, Trevor. We're gonna get you out of here. I won't leave you, I promise."

Trevor felt increasingly anxious watching Will try to move the huge piece of ceiling. "Please don't hurt yourself, Will," he said. He spoke quietly, because he could only breathe shallowly.

"Don't you worry about me," Will reassured him. The massive piece of wood moved more. "What good are all those hours in the gym if I don't put my muscles to work?" He removed his coat.

Trevor's eyes widened a little. It was easy to see that Will did indeed work out. His muscles were clearly visible as his white shirt clung to him from the heat and sweat. "I think...I think I can wriggle out if you help me," he rasped.

"No!" Will exclaimed. "Don't move. I need you to stay still for me, okay?"

Trevor stilled. "Oh. All right. Sorry," he said meekly. He could feel the pressure easing on his chest, but he still couldn't feel most of his body.

"There!" Will growled with triumph as the beam shifted completely away from Trevor.

The absence of pressure was miraculous, and Trevor couldn't help trying to move a bit. He failed.

Will settled on the floor next to Trevor. "Just try to relax." He tucked his coat gently under Trevor's head as a pillow. "You'll be numb for a while until your blood starts moving again," he said reassuringly. "Now we wait for the paramedics. Tell me what you were doing out here all by yourself."

Trevor drew a shaky breath. "I was supposed to meet some of my friends here, but they got held up in traffic. It wasn't my idea, believe me." He suppressed a weak cough and tried to cover his mouth with his hand.

"Not an outdoorsman?" the fireman asked gently, as if he knew the answer already. He pulled off his shirt, wet it with a little water, and wiped the soot off Trevor's face.

The cool water on his face felt better than sex, but not quite as good as the vision of the handsome firefighter without a shirt on. He wondered if he was blushing. "No. Not really. I know I give off that 'mountain man' vibe, but yeah..."

Will laughed. "Yeah, I could tell that about you," he agreed. "So, what do you do? I bet you're a student."

"Yeah. And I do a little modeling on the side sometimes." He gazed into the other man's eyes.

"A model?" Will raised an eyebrow. "Wow, I've never saved a model before. Do I get a special reward for that?"

Trevor smiled, suppressing a laugh, then winced again. "I'm not famous or anything. What sort of reward were you interested in?"

"Oh, I don't know. There must be a standard or something..."

"Oh, well, there's no huge modeling agency putting up money for my safe return, if that's what you were thinking. Sorry about that." He felt vaguely disappointed about it himself.

Will gasped. "I didn't mean that. I just meant...never mind." He wiped at Trevor's forehead with the wet cloth and looked away.

"No, tell me what you meant," he asked quietly. Somehow he'd done something to upset his hero, and he wasn't sure what.

Will smiled ruefully. "I'm not here for money, Trevor."

"I didn't mean to say that you were, but isn't that what a reward usually is?"

Laughing softly, Will shook his head. "I see where you could get that impression, but it wasn't what I meant. I'm sorry." Clearly trying to change the subject, he said, "What do you do for fun? Other than ill-fated camping trips."

Trevor felt light-headed, and he was sure he was not at his most charming, but there wasn't really anything to be done about that. "Um. Dancing. Shopping. Playing video games? Not very exciting, I guess."

"I don't know, video games sound better than what we're doing currently," Will smiled. He paused, then added, "Not that the company isn't wonderful."

Trevor mustered a shy smile. "You know, burnt down cabins weren't on my list of good places to meet hot guys, but maybe I'll have to reassess that," he said weakly.

Will blinked. Then he smiled more widely. "Perhaps 'hot' isn't quite the right word to use right now," he offered.

Trevor giggled. "Is that fireman humor?" he asked. "I guess smokin' is out, too, then."

Will laughed. "Yeah, we're guilty of bad puns, all the time," he admitted. "Don't get me started."

Trevor realized that Will was trying to keep him calm and comfortable while they waited, and he appreciated it more than he could say. "Why did you decide to risk your life to rescue people as a profession?" he asked.

"My father was a fireman," Will replied. "I always thought he was a superhero, and I wanted to be just like him." He looked embarrassed. "I know it sounds childish, but I never wanted to be anything else."

"It doesn't sound childish. It's nice. Heroic. Anyway, if you hadn't, I hate to think what would have happened to me," he said, smiling impishly.

Will put his hand on Trevor's arm. "It's times like these that make it all worthwhile," he said softly.

Will kept asking him questions, to keep Trevor's mind off of the fact that he was injured and couldn't move. They talked about everything from Trevor's classes to their favorite games to music. He didn't know how much time had passed, but soon they heard noise from outside. A team came in with axes, chopping a clear space for the paramedics to come in. Suddenly everything happened quickly. Trevor felt sad when Will moved back, and more anonymous faces came forward, maneuvering him onto a backboard and strapping him in carefully, before lifting him to a stretcher. He couldn't move his head to see what was going on around him, so he called out, "Will?"

After a moment, Will pushed through the crowd. "Trevor. They're going to get you to a hospital now. You're in good hands; they're going to take care of you."

"Come with me?" he asked. He knew that Will probably had more people to save, but he was in pain and feeling selfish. "Please?"

Will exchanged glances with the paramedics, and one of them nodded. Will took out his radio and spoke into it briefly. Then he climbed into the ambulance after they lifted Trevor in. He smiled. "Okay, I'm off duty now. Ready?"

Trevor relaxed when Will got into the ambulance. "Ready." Will was now on the side of the arm he could mostly move, though it was strapped down along with the rest of him. He reached with his fingers, however, brushing against Will's knee. "Thank you."

Will carefully put his hand over Trevor's. "Just relax. It'll be a little bumpy at first. If you have a lot of pain, I can have them give you something for it."

Trevor smiled up at him. "I'm okay," he said quietly. "I have a high pain threshold." He squeezed Will's fingers as they sped towards the hospital. "Don't leave me, though, okay?"

"I promise I won't," Will answered solemnly. "You're very brave, Trevor. I'm proud of you. You never panicked."

"Thanks to you," he said firmly.

The journey was indeed bumpy, and Trevor drifted in and out. Then, the ambulance turned and started backing up. A moment later the doors opened and he was wheeled inside. He was separated from Will as they assessed his injuries, and again as they did x-rays to check for fractures.

When he was wheeled back to the emergency room, they removed the restraints from his head and chest that had held him immobilized. He glanced carefully to the side, his gaze falling on Will again. He smiled at him. "You stayed," he said.

"I promised," Will said, stepping closer as he looked down at Trevor. He gazed into his eyes and added, "I never break promises, Trevor." He paused, then added, "They say you're going to be just fine."

Trevor nodded. "I'm already getting feeling back, and it hurts, but I'm glad it does, you know? They said I was incredibly lucky. I only have a few sprains. If the beam had hit me a little higher or a little lower..." He looked away. He didn't want to think about it.

"But it didn't," Will interjected. "Everything's going to be fine, and they'll probably release you tomorrow or the next day."

Trevor reached for Will's hand. "I don't want to keep you here all night, but I don't want to lose touch. I don't know where my cell phone ended up. I think they called my parents, but..." He was babbling, but the sedatives in his IV were starting to take effect.

"I know where you are. I'll be back tomorrow. I'll find you. I promise." He smiled brilliantly and squeezed Trevor's hand

Trevor blinked slowly. "Mm, good. I'll be here somewhere, I'm sure," he murmured, getting sleepier with each passing moment.