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by Dakota Rebel
Category: Erotica/Gay-Lesbian Erotica
Description: Book One in the Lost and Found Series... After a boating accident, Sean Harris wakes up staring into the eyes of a handsome doctor. Even when he discovers that he is on an island within the Bermuda Triangle, and there is no way for him to get back to his old life, he can't be too disappointed if it means being stuck with the doctor. Dr. Wesley Carpenter cannot believe that the younger Sean Harris would want anything to do with him. After half-heartedly turning down the advances of his patient, he realizes that resistance is futile. The men find themselves falling for each other quickly, but ghosts from their pasts and outside influences try to get in the way of their happiness. Sean and Wesley may be on the island forever, but neither is sure if that guarantees they'll be able to continue their Tropical Hedonism.
eBook Publisher: Resplendence Publishing, LLC, 2009
eBookwise Release Date: November 2009
31 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [111 KB]
Reading time: 73-103 min.
Chapter One * * * *
The sound of someone yelling outside jolted me awake. Moments later, Chuck burst through my bedroom door.
"Doc, we got a floater."
I threw off the blankets and grabbed a pair of pants from the floor as Chuck ran back out the door to wait for me. I didn't bother with a shirt, just took off after him toward the beach.
There was already a crowd gathering. No doubt, the hysterical cries of the night watchman had brought everyone from this side of the island running to see what was going on. It wasn't so rare that new people arrived that it should warrant so much attention, and yet every time, the natives felt the need to rush and stare at the poor soul who'd washed up.
I fought my way through the crowd until I finally made it to the man lying on the sand. The moon was full, so I could see him quite clearly. He was tall with broad shoulders and dark hair that fell into his eyes. His shirt was ripped open, displaying sculpted muscles over his abdomen. I was thankful to see that he was breathing, but upon closer inspection, I noticed a large gash along the side of his head.
Usually I was more professional than to be so caught up in the attractiveness of a young man that I would let him bleed to death in front of me. I fought the urge to physically shake my head clear, but just barely. A quick check of the pulse in his throat made me sigh in relief. It was strong. He was going to be okay.
I handed my bag to Chuck before lifting the injured man into my arms. I motioned for the watchman to follow me, the crowd dispersing as I brought the new arrival to my home for observation.
"How long had he been out there?" I asked Chuck when we got back to the house.
"Not long, sir," Chuck said. "It was weird though. There weren't no flashes of light or nothing. One minute the beach was clear, and the next, there he was, all drowned rat lookin'."
I lit the lamps around the head of the cot the man was now lying on so I could get a better look at the wound on his head. It had stopped bleeding, but needed to be re-opened and cleaned. I hoped he would remain unconscious long enough for me to work on him. We had run out of anesthetic again, and whiskey wouldn't do much good if he woke up in the middle.
"Chuck, I need you to do me a favor," I said.
"You want me to go wake up Nurse Molly?"
"No, I want you to help me. Can you do that?"
Chuck's eyes widened and I wasn't sure if he was excited or terrified. He was by no means stupid, but he could be a little slow. I think he had grown accustomed to people treating him as if he wasn't good for much. I believed differently, and when I could, I tried to show him that.
I didn't wait for him to answer me. I took his hands and placed them on either side of the injured man's neck.
"Hold him steady for me," I said. "If he wakes up, you're going to have to hold him down so I don't hurt him, okay? I need to clean out this cut in his head, and then I'm going to have to stitch him up so it doesn't get infected. Will you watch him closely for me so I can work?"
"Yes sir, Dr. Wesley." Chuck stared intently down at the young man, his grip firm and his gaze unwavering.
As quickly as I could, I reopened the wound and cleaned it out. I had almost finished stitching him back up when I saw Chuck's arms tense out of the corner of my eye.
"Son, if you don't want a needle jabbing into your skull, I suggest you hold real still for thirty more seconds," I said softly by the injured man's ear.
His breath caught a little, but he stayed where he was. I finished the last two stitches and stepped away from the table, wiping my eyebrow with the back of my arm. I nodded to Chuck to let him go and waited for the yelling to start.
"Where am I?" The man asked surprisingly softly.
"This is Wyspa," Chuck said proudly. "The most beautiful place in the whole universe."
"Chuck," I said with a smile. "Thank you for your help. But I think we'll be all right now. You'd better get back to your post, okay?"
He nodded and left the new man and me alone. I sat down in a chair across from him and waited for more questions. I wasn't disappointed.
"Who are you?"
"I'm Dr. Wesley Carpenter. What's your name?"
"Sean. Sean Harris."
He looked to be in his mid-twenties and his eyes were so blue I could see them even in the candle light.
"Where are my friends?"
"I'm not sure. You washed up on the beach alone, and there hasn't been any sign of others in months. How are you feeling?"
His hand went to his head, and when his fingers found the stitches, he winced.
"Not that I'm not grateful, because I am, but do you always operate without a shirt on, or am I a special case?" He smiled and his whole face lit up. I was relatively sure he was flirting, but I couldn't figure out why.
"Well, obviously I usually wear more clothes than this," I said dumbly. "But I wanted to get that cut cleaned up and I wasn't really thinking my attire. Of course, you're fine now so I should go put on a shirt. I'm sorry if I'm making you uncomfortable."
I was babbling. I knew it but I couldn't make it stop. All I could think to do was to run from the room as fast as I could. Just because it was my house didn't mean I had to stay there. Sean Harris could have it; he seemed like a nice man, he'd probably take good care of it.
"Dr. Carpenter, I'm teasing," Sean said with a laugh. "I would never complain about such a great view."
He was flirting. With me. And I was completely lost. It's not as if I'm a bad looking man by any means. I'm even still built pretty well. But with the grey hair at my temples and more than a few laugh lines around my green eyes, I found it hard to believe someone so young would bother showing any interest in me. Especially someone who hadn't really caught up with the fact that he didn't know where he was or what he was doing here.
If I were any good at my profession, the warning bells would have been sounding by then. But he was so damn cute, and he was actually interested in me. It had been a long time since I'd felt the intimate touch of a man and I couldn't really help myself. At least, that's the story that sounds best in my head.
"Mr. Harris, I think you may have hit your head harder than I thought." My voice was much lower than it usually was, and I could only hope that he didn't notice my erection straining against the zipper of my pants.
"I'm fine," he said, standing up and taking a step toward me. "See, Dr. Carpenter? You've healed me."
"Call me Wesley." I watched him walk closer to me and knew I should back away, run if I could manage it. But I didn't. All I did was stand there and watch him move. So graceful, so sexy, so young.
The sound of my name coming from that mouth, those lips, was too much. It was against every personal rule I had, but I didn't care. I wrapped my arms around his waist and pulled him against me, forcing his lips apart with my tongue.
He tasted like salt water and candy and I never wanted to stop kissing him or touching him. I wanted him in my arms forever. I wasn't foolish enough to think that I had fallen in love with him, but I had never wanted a man so badly in my entire life. Judging from the impressive erection pressing against my own, he was enjoying himself as well.
My hands slid up his back and I grasped his hair between my fingers. He moaned into my mouth and ground his hips against mine. I opened my eyes to find that he was looking at me. The light was not as bright on this side of the room, but looking into his eyes, I realized something really wasn't right.
I gently pushed him away and led him back to the makeshift operating table I had used to stitch him. I grabbed a small flashlight off the table and clicked it on. I waved it slowly back and forth in front of his eyes and wanted to scream in frustration at the lack of reaction from his pupils.
"What's the matter, Wesley?" Sean asked in a playful voice. "Are you trying to hypnotize me? I don't know if that's another one of those weird doctor things, like you not wearing shirts, but you don't have to do that with me." He grabbed my hand and rubbed it over his crotch. "I already want you."
"Ha ha," I said, but a smile still pulled at my lips. "You have a concussion, Sean. I cannot possibly take advantage of you like this. No matter how much you think you want me, or how much I would love to do terribly amazing things to you, I can't. You're injured. Do you understand that?"
"Yes. Sheesh, I'm concussed, not stupid." He huffed and sat down in a chair. "Well, now what?"
"Now you go and lay down in my bed, and I'll wake you up every hour to make sure you don't die on me."
"I think my plan was better."
"I didn't realize you had a plan."
"Yes. My plan was to stay awake all night fucking each other's brains out, and then in the morning you were going to tell me what the hell is going on and where I am and what I am doing here. Being concussed was not part of that plan."
"Well, Sean, you're right. Your plan was better. But unfortunately, we have to go with my plan for tonight. Maybe tomorrow we can fuck each other's brains out. That sounds lovely, actually."
Of course, I knew that when dawn broke, the questions would come full force. His mind would be back to normal and he would become angry and scared when he found out what was happening and where he was and all of those other things he wanted to know. My only chance to be with him had been ruined by a fucking concussion. Just perfect.
I showed Sean to the bedroom and, after a brief argument, got him to agree to lie down and try to sleep. There was no way I was going to be able to fall asleep anyway, even if I didn't have to make sure to keep waking him up to check on him. I was totally wound up and it was too rude to relieve the pressure in my cock with an injured man in the next room.
So I sat uncomfortably in a chair waiting for an hour to tick by so I could wake up sleeping beauty. The night dragged on in this manner, but by morning, I was sure he was going to be all right and agreed to leave him alone for some uninterrupted sleep for a few hours.
Meanwhile, I wondered if I would ever be able to sleep again with the scent of him on my pillows and sheets.