Don't Touch

Title: Don't Touch

Author: Kim Riley a.k.a. MYSTIC

Disclaimer: The Emergency characters belong to the producers of Emergency. Also, the character Mike Stoker is in no relation to the real one. Since they are no longer using them I’ve decided to take our boys out of the ‘closet’ and let them play and be happy. Enjoy.

NOTE: This idea is a twist on a suggestion made by Little Wolf, during a discussion on illness' Johnny has never had, including mental; so I'm dedicating it to her. If by any chance he's had this one before…he's got it again. Also: back then meds cam in envelops not plastic bottles.

Summary: Johnny has been hiding his medical condition for years. Now due to circumstances out of his control, Johnny's condition may surface and it may cost him more than his job.

Rating: R-NC-17 (see warnings and m/m sex.)

Pairing: John/M? (Emergency)

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(Special Thanks to Kris W for her beta of this story. Offer her support as this is always a tough job.)


"Don't Touch"

Johnny came skidding into the locker room, as he was in a hurry, and dashed to his locker. He didn't take notice of Roy who was changing next to him, as he opened the locker door and started to tear item after item out, as if lookinr sor something.

"Everything okay, Junior," Roy asked with concern, as Johnny wasn't running late, a shock in itself.

Johnny jumps as if startled, and then takes notice of Roy staring at him. "Oh, um…misplaced something," he stated and went back to going through his locker.

Roy just shakes his head at his eccentric partner and decides to go get some coffee before roll call and leaves Johnny to his mess. "Just don't forget to get dressed," he calls out over his shoulder.

Johnny barely notices Roy leave as he keeps going through his locker. "It has to be here," he mumbled, some desperation showing in his face and tone. He finds a small box at the bottom of his locker and begins to open it but he notices that there is gook and other stuff on it from the last practical joke Chet had played. "Oh, please…no," he prays as he opens it. Inside is a mess as some of the liquid had gotten inside. He riffled though the mess and found the stained white small envelop and looked inside…and groaned. "I'm going to kill you Chet," he vowed as he tossed it and the rest of the mess out.

Once that was done, he put his stuff back and gathered his stuff to change, but he needed some privacy so headed to the bathroom. He washed his hands and then splashed cold water on his face. He met his gaze in the mirror, "you can do this," he told himself. "You can do this. You just have to keep busy and 'don't touch' and…all will be well. I can get a hold of Doctor Snyder and get more…just take it one thing at a time," he told himself as if it were a pre-rehearsed pep talk. Feeling a bit better, he got dressed and went out to get some coffee and see if he could borrow the Captain's phone.

"Morning," he greeted, trying to be civil; as he was sure he could still work this 'little' problem out.

"Mornin Mik Mike, Marco and the Captain greeted, all taking a moment before their shift officially began.

"Cap, do you mind if I make a phone call before roll call, it's…really important,\ ask asked quietly, not wanting to make a big issue out of it.

Hank looked at the young man and saw the importance in his face; plus he's learned over time that Gage was 'not' one to lie about something like this. "Sure, Johnny, but make it quick, roll call is in ten minutes."

"Thanks," Johnny smiled and took his mug and entered the Captain's office and dialed his doctor's number, which he knew by heart. "Yes, is Doctor Snyder there...ah, what do you mean…vacation. I need a prescription refill…no, it can't wait," he stated, staring to get upset. "Yes I got one last week but…listen… you don't understand. They got ruined…look, my line of work anything can happen…no I can't stay home…listen lady…no, I can't go to my regular doctor, that's why I see Doctor Snyder…" he took a deep breath, for he was getting very upset now. "Okay. Gage, John Gage. Please, it's very important. No, I can't, I have to work…thank you," he finished and hung up. This was a bit more stressful than he thought, but still…he could deal with it. "Just one thing at a time, you can do this," he said to himself, taking slow deep breaths. He turned and hurried out as it was almost time for roll call and he didn't want to be late when he didn't have to be.

All the men lined up and Johnny was relieved he was 'not' the last one to show up, though Chet was not late, he was still due latrine duty for the last stunt…the one that ruined his pills… //Breathe…just take it one thing at a time// he told himself trying not to get upset, for then he'd lose the rest of his control and then…no he couldn't think about that. //Focus Gage// he told himself, and made himself listen as the Captain finished inspection and started with the announcements.

"Okay, as you may or may not know, B-shift got hurt in a severe structure fire…all are okay, but the department can't cover an entire shift, so, A and C are going to be doing doubles for awhile, staring today…" He waited for the groans to calm down. "I'm sorry, but there will be no exception, accept in an emergency. After roll call, Roy you can call your wife, and I'll be doing the same with mine. I know…throws everything off. Guys, if you have dates or other plans for tomorrow, cancel them. You'll get the next two off as C will be working those. It'll be that way until over half of B can come back to work…and no, I don't know when," he added knowing what his men were thinking as he was too.

"Now, Johnny, you have the dorm and the bay floor. Marco, you have the engine as Mike has kitchen duty for today, tomorrow I'll change chores, except yours Chet," he grinned knowingly. "You have four shifts of latrine duty, and you get two done in one shot…I'd say for you that's a bonus," he laughed as did the others, but Chet.

"Har, har, guys, yuk it up," Chet grumbled, glaring at Johnny as if it were his fault that he was in trouble for the liquid jello bomb he placed in Johnny's locker last shift.

"Roy, that'll leave you the squad. C-shift was kind and got the hoses done as their last shift was not that bad…" Hank never finished as the Station was toned out for a Motor Vehicle Accident (MVA)

**************

It was coming on noon by the time the Squad had arrived back at the station, as it had been toned out minutes after clearing Rampart to respond to another call, this one had been a buxom blond secretary that fell off her spiked heels and hit her head and probably twisted her ankle. She'd be fine; it was her shoes that she cried about most, for they had broken.

"Can you believe anyone would dress that way to go to work in an office," Roy laughed, as the woman had been dressed in a tight white blouse with a black bra, and though her skirt had been passed her knees, it hugged her hips too tight as well. "Though I bet you appreciated it," he teased, knowing his single partner. He looked over and saw Johnny was not listening; in fact, he seemed to be sweating a bit. Roy finished backing up the squad and turned off the engine. "Johnny," he called out with a bit of concern. When his partner didn\espoespond he reached out and touched him arm.

Johnny recoiled as if bitten by a snake, "Don't touch," he gasped, then looked at Roy a long moment, then jumped out of the squad and dashed out of sight.

Roy debated on going after him, but shrugged it off as stress, as the MVA was nasty and two of the four drivers were DOA (dead on arrival) and Johnny's patient hadn't made it out of the emergency room, according to Dixie on their last run taking the bubble head in for her twisted ankle. He got out of the squad and went into the kitchen where Mike was finalizing lunch, grilled cheese and tomato soup, as the engine had not been back long either. There was also salad for those who would want to indulge and those who needed to indulge.

"Hey, Roy, where's Johnny," Hank asked, seeing only one of the paramedics enter to join them for lunch.

Before Roy could answer a loud scream filled the air followed by Johnny's voice, "MOTHER FUCKING SON-OF-A-BITCH. I'M GOING TO KILL THAT…" the words changed into another language all together.

"Chet, did you have too," Roy growled. "He's been under enough stress, he didn't need this. His patient from the accident didn't make it."

"Geesh, and I'm supposed to know that," Chet retorted in hid defense.

"You could simply lay off," Roy snarled.

"Chet…" Hank warned, his glare showing he was seriously wondering what more he could legally do to punish Chet short of suspensions, though if this kept up that was next. "Roy, go check on Johnny, and Chet…you've earned two more shifts of latrine, Pal."

"Man, just because the pigeon can't take a joke," he muttered as he decided to go get some fresh air before lunch was served, and dodge the dark glares he was getting from Marco and Mike.

Mike set out the meal just as Roy came back in the kitchen, "He's taking a quick shower," he stated taking a seat.het\het's whip cream bomb made a mess," he added as he took a seat himself.

"I'll have Chet clean it up. How's Johnny," Hank asked, concerned.

"Don't know. He was in the bathroom when I got there cursing in Indian, though he slipped into English a few times, mentioning things like returning the favor and scalping, then he went into the shower."

Chet walked in, his timing impeccable as the food was ready and took a seat. "Chet," the captain stated firmly as he put astwo two sandwiches and a bowl of soup for Gage. "You have a locker room to clean up, and I don't want to hear one word about it, understand?" Seeing Chet nod yes, he put the food in front of the open chair where Johnny would be sitting hopefully soon and then grabbed some food for himself.

Lunch was almost over by the time Johnny came to join them, showered and clean, and though he looked calm down, something was off about him. He seemed different as he sat down to eat his meal.

"I thought you'd be out sooner, or I would have saved you more," Stanley replied, eyeing Gage, wondering if he really was okay after venting his anger out in the shower. He noticed dark eyes look up from the plate, the head never lifting, showing off more of the dark lashes upon his smooth cheeks, "Thanks, Hank," he said, sounding close to a purr. Hank mentally shook it off; he was imagining it, as he did other things with the gorgeous young man. Gage was a babe, as the young man would put it, and he was not dead, even if he was married. He decided to go get himself more coffee and remind Chet to go clean the locker room, and smirked seeing the other man mumble off to reap the rewards of his whip cream bomb.

"There's more soup if you like," Mike announced, "and some crackers."

"Thank you, Michael," Johnny replied, again the tone sounded a bit like a purr, as Johnny took a bite of his grilled cheese, which Mike had warmed up a bit, letting the cheese string out of his mouth and slowly, nibble by sensuous nibble eat it, letting some wrap around his tongue, then bit some more, completely unaware of what he was doing to some of his mates around him, who were staring at him, while trying to look casual, though each in their own way were drooling. Thankfully just as Johnny finished the two sandwiches, the station got toned out again, with a man down.

They arrived at a stationary store, to be directed by a tall, slender red head, that her boss had fallen off a ladder and was unconscious. The woman's green sweater was cut low and Roy noticed Johnns sts staring, not that the others were not, but Johnny usually was more professional than that when someone was hurt. He pulled Johnny by the arm into the other room as it seemed, he might not follow. "What's wrong with you," he quietly hissed.

Hearing Roy's irritation snapped Johnny out of his trance, "Sorry," he muttered sincerely, and went to work, moving a bit faster to treat the young man that seemed to have a head injury if not more. "We'll need a collar and a back board," he stated over his shoulder, shifting into the professional he was, while Roy got the biophone working.

**********

Roy brought the squad o tho the emergency room and entered to locate Johnny and get the supplies. He spotted Dixie, "how's the patient," he asked knowing she'd know the latest news.

"Mr. Conner is in treatment room four, they're running a skull series now, but he's stable. Let me ask you, what's up with your partner?"

Roy looked at Dixie puzzled, "What do you mean, what happened?"

"Well, after we got Mr. Conner settled, he owedowed me out here. Sherry, you remember her, she's the nurse that Johnny's been dodging for some reason," she laughed, as everyone knew Johnny pursued other woman, but didn't take well to being pursued or that was the theory as Sherry a very attractive woman, about Johnny's age, wanted to go out with him, but he avoided her like the plague at times, while other nurses avoided Johnny as having 'done that'. "Any way, she simply started her typical flirting with her and you know he'll usually either tease her back a bit or at least be polite. This time however, he glared at her, told her to leave him the hell alone and bolted. I think the lounge. I'm telling you, had I not known Johnny for as long as I have and knew something was wrong, I'd be in there myself laying it into him."

"I'm not sure, Dixie. He's been acting a bit odd all day. Then with the MVA patient dying and Chet…"

"Phantom struck again, did he," she stated, no amusement in her eyes this time.

"Yes, and he only got half his lunch, as he had to take a shower…" Roy shrugged. "Let me go see if I can find him, at least get him to apologize to Sherry, okay?"

"Please, she was hurt by this," Dixie informed Roy and watched him leave before getting back to her own work.

Roy headed directly to the staff lounge and entered in time to hear Johnny was upset with someone on the phone.

"You don't understand, It's been a day and a half already…no, I can't go home…I'm at work…Ah…why can't you get a hold of them. All they have to do is…okay, okay. But please, there is a lot at stake here…okay, thank you," he stated, a bit pacified but not much as he hung up the phone.

"What was that all about," Roy asked with great concern, and saw Johnny literally jump before turning around his face white as a sheet. This conce him him greatly, "Junior, if you have a problem…"

The startled pale complexion shifted quickly to one of frustration and a bit of anger, "It's none of your business," he growled and moved sideways away from Roy. "It's personal," he added, taking a few more steps away from Roy.

Roy was not pleased with this reaction and knowing how Johnny had hurt Sherry's feelings was feeling a bit less compassionate. "Look, Junior, if you don't want to talk about it…fine. But you better stop acting like a class-A jerk. You hurt Sherry's feelings, Johnny, that's not like you…"

"Maybe she'll leave me alone now," he growled back, turning his back to Roy and folding his arms over his chest.

"If you don't want to go out with her, that's your business, but being an ass to her is another matter. Dixie is fit to be tied, and only the fact that she knows something is wrons ins in this is 'not' like you, she's not in here tearing you a new one. So whatever is wrong, if you don't want to talk…don't, but you keep it out of the way, understand," Roy growled.

Johnny wiped his face that had a light sheen on it, with his right hand. He couldn't explain what was happening, no one knew, but a tiny handful…they'd kick him out of the department if they found out. He knew he was in trouble without his medication, but he didn't have to be the ass Roy said he was…not that he didn't have good cause, but that was no excuse nor was he going to share what was happening. If all went well, he'd have his scrip tonight and be back to 'normal' the next day. "You’re right, Roy. I had no reason to take my problem out on her," he said over his shoulder. "I'm sorry."

"It's not me that you need to be talking too," Roy reminded him.

Johnny nodded and grabbed his turnout coat, as he was now shivering slightly; he only hoped Roy didn't notice it. He passed Roy to the door, keeping a bit of distance between them, "I'll meet you at the squad in a few minutes," he said softly and left.

Roy shook his head, he didn't understand what was wrong with Johnny, but it was obvious something was.

***********

When they arrived back at the station, Johnny had a message to call a Silvia. Whoever she was, Roy noticed the relief on his partner's face. Ten minutes later however, the station was toned out on a structure firer in the warehouse district, and by the multiple tones, it sounded like a big one…it was. The fire went to a three alarm as multiple warehouses caught on fire and they were there for five hours battling the blaze and then assisted with clean up.

"Roy, we need to make a stop at the Star pharmacy," Johnny stated as casually as he could, trying not to make a big deal out his stopping there.

"Any particular reason," Roy asked, seeing if he could get a clue as to what was happening with his partner.

"I have to get something, that's all," Johnny replied, trying to remain casual. He did notice that Roy made the correct turn that would take them there and was glad the Engine was not immediately behind them, as the Captain would want to know why they were taking a detour as it were.

Roy slowed down as they approached and pulled over. "Hmm, I think there is another pharmacy open several blocks from herehe bhe began to say as he noticed the lights were off, the place looking closed.

"No…no, no," Johnny said with aggravation and frustration, jumping out of the squad before it was completely stopped and went to the door. It was locked, the store closed. The hours said closed at 6:00 pm. He banged on the door, as he had to have his medication tonight, it was getting next to impossible to control, and he was bound to do something stupid.

"Junior, it's closed, there are other stories…"

"No, I can only get it here," Johnny shouted and banged on the door again, but no one was there.

"Come on, Junior," Roy said, gently trying to pull Johnny from the door before they tripped an alarm or something.

Johnny pulled away from Roy, "Don't touch me," he growled again and stormed back into the squad.

Roy slowly made his way back to the squad, as most of his attention was on Johnny. He looked upset and miserable, and he didn't know why. He climin ain and buckled up. "You know, whatever it is, you really can tell me," he tried once more. He saw Johnny just shake his head no and turned to stare at the window and the Pharmacy as they pulled off to return to the station; it was a long silent drive back.

Once again, the squad barely stopped and Johnny took off like a flash. Roy was concerned as he parked the squad and went in search of Hank, hoping he could help. He found Mike, Marco, and Chet watching TV and snacking. He didn'stursturb them and went to the Captain's office. "Cap, can I talk to you a moment?"

"Sure, Roy," he replied. "What took you so long, by the way?"

"Johnny asked to make a stop…at the Star Pharmacy, but it was closed. He was 'very' upset with this fact and whatever it was he wanted, I don't think he could get from another pharmacy as I suggested it," Roy told him.

"What do you think that could be," Hank asked, honestly not understanding why Johnny could be so upset.

"Johnny's been acting odd all day. He snapped at Sherry…though he apologized later, and I over heard a phone call, he was trying to get a hold of someone for something. Capt, the only thing he could get there that another pharmacy wouldn't have is a prescription…he's taking something that he needs, but I don't know what as I don't think anyone at Rampart knows either. Capt, he's been irritable, sweaty, then chilled as I noticed a few shakes here and there, topped off with distracted…something is very wrong, Cap, but he's not talking. I tried…the first time he told me it was none of my business, the second, he shut me out. I'm worried, Cap…very worried."

Hank had noticed the behavior, for even at the fire, Johnny had seemed very distracted. "I can't promise to be much help, but why don't you go ask him to come here and I'll see what I can do. In the meantime, go relax; we can only do so much, okay, pal?"

Roy smiled and nodded, "Thanks, Cap."

**********

Hank had been a bit surprised to hear that Johnny had decided to take another shower, so after a few minutes, while the other guys were kicking back and relaxing, he decided to go speak with Johnny in the locker room, hoping that the not so 'formal' setting would put the young man at ease. He had been waiting only a couple of minutes when Johnny exited the shower room, dressed simply in a towel, looking a bit more relaxed. "You feeling okay pal," Hank asked, while trying not to 'stare' at Johnny while the young man moved to brush his hair.

Hank swallowed hard a moment, for he really had never seen this much of the sexy young man without his clothes on, and he couldn't help but noticed the lean sculptured muscles along his arms and chest. He licked his lips, determined to keep his eyes above the waist, as he continued to talk to Johnny…he was here to help if he could.

Johnny was brushing his hair and looked in the mirror to just catch the Cap quickly licking his lips. He then noticed 'the look' that was immediately brought under control. He closed his eyes and placed both hands on the counter and took a slow deep breath.

Hank noticed Johnny was taking a deep breath, something was wrong. He took a few more steps closer, but Johnny quickly moved back into the shower room to the sink and splashed some cold water on his face. Hank immediately followed. "Johnny," he whispered with concern as he stood right next to him, "If something is wrong, tell me, maybe I can help," he insisted.

"Help," Johnny whispered, his face still covered by his hands then he slowly looked up at Hank.

Hank swallowed hard, as the blaze that came sparking at him in those amber eyes caught him off guard. "Help," Johnny had said again, the look on his face appeared to grow into a smile…or was it a leer. He shook his thought off, but instinctively started stepping backwards as Johnny started to move toward him, his gaze that of heat and hunger and he was the prey. He jumped as his back came up against the shower room door.

"Er…Gage…" he stuttered, as Johnny was now on top of him, pressing his lean body upon his own, and the heat that radiated from him was incredible, as was the fiery gaze that was consuming him. He couldn't find his voice as those slim arms came up around his neck, then moaned as a hot wet tongue licked the shell of his ear.

"I've been a bad boy, Hank," Johnny purred into his ear as he slowly teased it with his tongue, while slowly rubbing his body against the older man. "A…very…bad…boy," he purred some more. He reached down with his right hand and took Hank's hand that was grabbing the door jam and placed it on his towel covered ass. "Shouldn't you punish me," he asked, while taking tiny nips along Hank's neck. "Maybe…spank me," he suggested.

This was fantastic; the feel of Johnny rubbing himself on him was incredible, and once his hand was on that sexy ass, he had to feel it all. Of course that lush mouth was driving him crazy not only with its licks and kisses, but hearing Johnny 'asking' to be spanked…he shivered in delight and was harder than he could ever remembered. It was as if Johnny had crawled inside his head and grabbed out his most favorite fantasy.

"Please….Cap…I need this," Johnny begged, licking around the shirt collar as he undid Hank's belt enough to undo the button so his member could breathe a bit. Then he stopped what he was doing and slowly pushed away, his eye now black with desire, and dropped the towel, showing his long lean and aroused cock. He moved to the sink, his eyes locked with Hank's, then turned, never breaking eye contact with him, and placed his hands on the sink, bending over, offering his ass. "Use your hand, Hank. Spank me….please," he begged, licking his lips, showing the idea was turning him on.

Hank was frozen to the spot, for though he was more turned on then he could remember, he couldn't believe this was happening. Finally Johnny closed those soul stealing eyes and turned fully from him, giving a soft moan as if he ached, and spread his legs a bit, offering more of his body.

"Please, baby, don't make me wait anymore," Johnny groaned, arching his shoulders and neck as if the neglect was causing distress…he needed this bad.

Hank was lost in the spell and moved next to the sensuous young man and started spanking him bare handed. Johnny didn't yelp, he moaned in del, se, sending one electric charge after another straight to his cock. When that perfect ass was equally red, he noticed that Johnny's cock was as hard as his own. He reached for the soap and lathered it quickly and used it as lubrication. He inserted a finger, "You're not going to be a bad boy anymore are you, Johnny," he asked in a deep husky voice, leaning in and licking the sweat from his shoulders…damn he tasted fine.

"No…sir," Johnny panted, though he smiled with pleasure. "I'll be a good boy, I'll do 'whatever' you tell me to…I promise," he panted and moaned as the fingers, now two continued to prep him.

"Kiss me," Hank ordered, while he increased it up to three fingers.

"Oh, yes sir," Johnny purred and turned so his lips could meet his Captain's and opened his lips to accept whatever his Captain would want; he'd let him take it all.

The hot open mouthed kiss was almost his undoing, but he pulled back, for when he came he wanted to be inside that perfect ass. "Such a good boy," he rumbled as he shifted into position and then slid inside the fiery firm passage. "Oh yes, such a good boy," he groaned, for it felt so fucking good. He held still for a moment, not only to let Johnny adjust, but to keep from coming right there and then. He then leaned in and whispered, "You want me to fuck you," he asked, knowing the answer already, but it was part of the game.

"Oh please, sir," Johnny whimpered. "Please, fuck me…please," he panted.

Hank started slow, but he was so hot and hard, he knew he wouldn't last long. Soon he was driving Johnny into the sink as he begged him to fuck him harder and faster…this was mind blowing. He soon knew he would not be able to hold out any longer and went to reach around to help Johnny with his pleasure, but Johnny stopped him.

"No…just make me cum, Hank," he panted. "Fuck me until I come," he growled, as his slick with sweat body arched back into Hank's thrust.

"Johnny, I'm going…I'm…I can't…"

"Come in me, Hank…come in me, please," Johnny begged, and then felt before he heard the explosion of his Captain shooting his hot seed inside him; this caused him to erupt into orgasm right along with Hank.

The next thing Hank realized he was panting heavily while leaning on Johnny's shoulder…he had just fucked John Gage. Immediately he was filled with guilt, not only for cheating on his wife, though that was minimal, he had taken advantage of a member of his cr"Oh"Oh Johnny, I...I..." he didn't know what to say as he gently pulled out and grabbed a towel, “That…that was…"

"Absolutely incredible," Johnny purred as he slowly turned and then stretched like a sated feline, and then laid another wet one on Hank, while pressing his body up along his. "Your wife is a 'very' lucky woman, to have you to herself…most nights," he smiled, his eyes still dark with desire, while his right hand played with the buttons on his uniform, the left hand was running through his hair, and the left leg was slinking up his right thigh.

Hank was very confused as he had taken advantage of Johnny, who was acting even stranger than usual; he needed time to think on this, for if Johnny pressed charges. "Ah…look, Johnny. Why don't you grab another 'quick' shower and um…we'll talk about this later. I mean, I'm really sorry…"

"I'm not," Johnny replied while slowly unpeeling himself of Hank and sauntering toward the shower. "Sure you won't join me," he asked, laughing knowingly, as he licked his kiss swollen lips.

Hank swallowed hard once again, and turned to look away; as if he didn't he'd be in that shower. "Ah, I don't think that's a good idea," he muttered and moved to the sink. He washed up quickly; purposely not looking into the bathroom mirror, as one look at Gage washing that body…he exited the room as soon as possible. He needed to think, for as of now, his career and life was in the hands of John Gage…a very scary thing.

***********

Roy was worried about Johnny, and though he tried to forget about it, he couldn't. He knew the Captain went to go talk to him, and suspected that they were talking as they had been in the locker room a long time. He barely heard the Captain's office door close, and wondered what was going on. He decided to go see.

He knocked on the door…it was locked and that was unusual. "Cap," Roy called out.

"Ah…not now, Roy. I have to…get some stuff done," Hank called back.

//Okay, this is weird// he thought and went to go see if Johnny was okay. He found Johnny in the process of getting dressed, which was unusual…//Hank and him must have been really doing some talking,// he thought figuring that was the reason for the delay, "Junior…you feeling better?"

"Couldn't be better, Pally," Johnny grinned at him, using that 1000-watt smile of his.

Okay, seeing Johnny like this really didn't make sense. But whatever the Captain had to say had seemed to do the trick. "Well, you seemed pretty out of it earlier…I was concerned. You seem okay now, though. I guess you and the Captain…worked things out," he said, hoping that Johnny would let him in on what was going on.

Johnny finished dressing and took one look in the mirror before passing Roy, giving him his crooked grin, "Oh, Hank handled me just fine," he chuckled and left, leaving Roy even more perplexed than before. He was going to see if he could get some more particulars from Johnny when the tones sounded once again; another MVA.

**********

Accidents involving drunk drivers irked him a great deal, as it never seemed to fail that it was the innocent that paid the price more than the drunk, and this accident was the same way. A family of four was now in the hospital because of a salesman that didn't know to say when or let someone else drive.

Mike had seen a lot of these types of accidents, but it always got to him, and though he knew he wasn't the type to do what Johnny and Roy did, he was glad they were and admired them for it, as he saw time and time again, them both saving lives in ways he couldn't do. He was an engineer and proud of it, but at times like this, where the patients outnumbered the medical assistance, until more help arrived, he wished he knew more. It was this thought that kept him awake as the rest of crew slept…well most of them. He had heard someone get up and go outside.

Feeling something was be tha than just laying there, he got up, put on his bunker pants and went to go see who it was…it was Gage. The young man was going through something today, that much had been clear; though just before the accident he appeared to be more relaxed then ever. He wondered if whatever was bothering him was at it again, and thought perhaps he could help. He headed out the back door to the station he had heard Gage exit out and looked around for him. He was worried that he didn't spot him right away. He moved out farther to look around and almost gave up, when he heard some noise coming from the tower. Slowly he climbed up and as he got closer he could hear Gage's voice.

"Stupid, stupid, stupid. He'll have your job for this for sure."

It also sounded as if Johnny was hitting his head against the wall or something, which spurred him to move a bit quicker, as he didn't want Johnny to hurt himself. He'd seen the compassionate, giving, and spirited man get hurt too many times, and if he could prevent one more, he would. He entered the room that was perfectly lit by the moonlight. "Stop hurting yourself," he asked, as soon as he entered. He saw Johnny startle at his presence. His heart went out to the young man, as Johnny again looked so miserable.

"Mike…er...what…" Johnny was at a loss for words.

Mike moved and knelt down next to Johnny, "I couldn't sleep and heard you come outside. I thought I could keep you company, you know…misery loves company," he chuckled lightly then got serious. "What's wrong, Johnny," he asked, giving into the impulse to brush the dark bangs off Johnny's face.

The touch was electrifying, and Johnny leaned into it, which seemed to encourage the fingers to card through his hair; he liked it…a lot.

Mike smiled seeing Johnny appreciate his touch. "What's wrong," he asked again, his voice a soft hush, sensing the bond thas fos forming between them. He really liked how Johnny leaned into his slight of touches, like a cat that enjoyed getting scratched behind the ears. Sometimes Johnny reminded him of a large cat, with the way he moved and his bright dark eyes, but now he seemed even more like one. "You can trust me, Johnny," he added, hoping to alleviate whatever was upsetting this special man.

Johnny was enjoying the light touches, and was touched by Mike's words. He looked up into intense blue eyes that held so much tenderness it made his heart ache. "I wish I could," he muttered, and started to pull away.

"You can," Mike quickly replied and pulled Johnny toward him, pleased that Johnny came. He had to admit he was thrilled to feel the slim body curl up on his lap and lean into him, giving him access to pet, caress and sooth him. "You can trust me, Johnny, I swear it," he whispered in the young man's ear, relishing his closeness.

"Oh Michael," Johnny purred, cuddling deep into the strong arms that held him. "I…I need to be touched, Michael, I need to touch…" he whispered, and placed soft kisses on Mike's jaw and chin.

Mike started to shake with desire at the feel of the soft lips on his skin, and the heat radiating from the man in his arms. He admired Johnny's skills and adored his eccentric ways, but didn't dare even dream of more. Now faced with it, he could think of nothing more he would want than to make love to John Gage. "Are you sure," he whispered, not wanting to take advantage of the young man, it would kill him, if he caused this special man more harm.

"Please, Michael," Johnny purred softly, reaching up and kissing Mike tender yet hungrily.

Mike shivered not only by the kiss but he liked how Johnny purred when he said his full name; he never liked it before and thus went by Mike, but off those soft full lips in that tone…he reconsidered fully. In fact, after this kiss, Johnny could call him anything and he'd like it.

Mike rnedrned the kiss just as tender and just as needy, as he slowly lowered Johnny to the floor and onto his back, and maneuvered himself so he was on top of him, though he braced himself on his knees to keep some of his weight off the slim young man. As the kiss deepened, he slowly started to work open the shirt, and felt Johnny begin to remove his. Johnny's touch was gentle and knowing, as if he'd caressed his body before and knew all the right spots…it was wonderful.

"Johnny," he whispered with desire as they continued to kiss, his tongue delving in deep to taste the unique flavor of this man, tasting and savoring it, as it int intoxicating and addictive all at the same time.

A hiss was made from both men as skin touched skin, their shirts removed, and Mike ran his right hand down Johnny's side, feeling ever valley and curve of his side, then laid his palm flat on the toned stomach and caressed it upward, to hover over then caress the now perked nipple. "So beautiful," he moaned as he moved his kisses to Johnny's neck, being aware to go low, so if any marks were left they would not show over the collar of the uniform shirt. Even Johnny's skin tasted delicious; tangy with a dash of salt for added flavoring, and he smelled fantastic, like the air after a hard rain with a bit of musk.

Johnny wasn't idle, he licked and kissed Mike's neck and shoulders, while his hands moved to remove the bunker pants, then allowed Mike to remove his and soon, both men lay naked, intertwined with one another, and deeply engrossed in nothing but the feel and pleasure of the other.

Mike shifted down Johnny's hard body so he could give the rock hard nipples more than the adequate attention they deserved, loving the little mews Johnny made as he did so. He also enjoyed the feel of Johnny's hard wet cock humping against his stomach. He stopped his ministrations, to the protest of Johnny, and lifted up, so he could get a full view of a wanton John Gage; his face flushed, his eyes black as the starry midnight sky and burning just as bright with passion, his lips swollen from their kissing, his cock jutting out with need…because of him. He dove back in for another kiss, not able to take the separation any more.

After another long soul searing kiss, Johnny breaks it for some air, "in me, Michael," he pants. "I want to feel you in me…please."

"I want nothing more than to feel and be in you, baby," he whispers sincere, "but I don't have anything…"

"I don't care, fuck me, please," Johnny begs.

Mike sooths hith ath a caress in his hair, "Shh, love. I know what you want, baby, but I'd sooner cut off my cock than hurt you," he declared truthfully.

Johnny's eyes searched Mike’s and saw the depth of their sincerity and he was deeply touched by it. "Oh, Michael," he whispered, his eyes growing a bit most.

"Shh," Mike soothed and kissed Johnny softly, which soon once more turned the heat between them back up.

Minutes later, Johnny rolled them so Mike was on his back, and his full body lay upon him. The fire between them was even hotter than before as were their need. Johnny felt Mike's hands on his ass, molding it, playing with his cheeks, letting one finger move down his crack and find his entrance. "Oh yes," he cried out as Mike penetrated him with his right finger, and held his hip firm, keeping him pressed close to allow more friction between their iron cocks as they rubbed against each other.

Johnny shifted up a bit, his breath coming too fast for kissing, his back arched to allow the finger to move inside him deeper as he thrust back harder and down against Mike faster.

Mike was in awe, as he watched Johnny, his head thrown back, his eyes closed, his mouth open as if waiting for another kiss, and his skin blazing as if he were liquid bronze, glistening in the moonlight by the sheen upon his body. He was beauty incarnate, and Mike was sure he'd never see 'anything' this beautiful out side of Johnny again. "That's it Johnny, feel me, let me pleasure you…that's it, love, rock against me…" he panted. He could feel the white heat building, it would be any moment that his body would explode, but he didn't want to miss seeing Johnny's moment of bliss…he 'had' to see it. "Come for me, baby. Show me how beautiful you can be," he whispered.

"Oh, Michael…I'm…I…Oh yes…" Johnny panted, not able to formulate a sentence, he was so close.

Seeing senssensing Johnny was close, he stepped up his own thrust upward as well as his finger fucking of Johnny's sweet ass. He was rewarded by the vision of the slim body growing taunt, Johnny's eyes closing tighter, his body shaking and becoming erratic, as were his moans, then he went fully stiff as he cried out in another language, and felt his hot cum spurt all over his own cock. Seeing Johnny in is moment of bliss proved that he was wrong, he did see something more beautiful than Johnny before…Johnny now. It was too much and he had to close his own eyes and let the white heat engulf him.

He had never felt so content and so wonderful in his life, it was a pity they had to move as he knew he did not want to let go of Johnny as he dosed in his arms. "Johnny," he called out softly, reaching for his own undershirt, which he'd sacrificed as a towel, since there was nothing else at present. He had spares in his locker. "Johnny…baby, you have to get up."

"Hmmm, no want to," Johnny mumbled, a simple but pure smile on his face.

"I know, love, but we can't sleep here…in the tower…at the station," he added, hoping Johnny would realize where they were and could be called out any minute.

"Hmm…?" he replied and slowly came to awareness, and looked at Mike a bit confused. "Mike?"

"It's okay, Johnny, I know you're tired, but we have to get cleaned up and get you back to bed, in case we get called out," Mike explained gently as he cleaned Johnny's body as best he could, while placing soft kisses on his temple, and caressing his side.

"I'd rather stay here," Johnny mumbled, rubbing against Mike as if a big cat, about to get ready to lie down.

"I would too, sweetheart, but we can't, not now. Another time, I promise," Mike encouraged. He saw Johnny sit up and looked at him funny, as if Johnny truly didn't expect to hear that Mike wanted more than this one night. Then he was dazzled by that smihat hat only Johnny could give before he got up, got dressed, placed a quick kiss on Mike's nose and slid down the ladder.

Mike took a few extra minutes to gather himself mentally and emotionally, as he realized…he had fallen in love. Johnny was a good man, that was true, but his track record with relationships was a nightmare. He wasn't even sure if Johnny would 'want' a relationship with him; much less risk their careers over it. He sighed, for it woo loo late to think, and what was done was done, he loved John Gage. He'd just have to wait until later to see if more was possible.

Mike cleaned himself up a bit more and got dressed and headed to the locker room and changed his undershirt. He went back to the dorm room, all were still sound a sleep and saw Johnny already in bed, asleep…that smile upon his face again. He couldn't help it, he tucked Johnny in, placed a kiss on his hair and went to bed himself.

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The morning tones sounded and everyone started to get out of bed. Hank knew the only reason he slept so well was pure exhaustion. He still didn't know what to do or say to Gage about what happened, though he didn't seem to be upset about it, that still didn't make it right on his part. He stretched, but couldn't help but notice Johnny who always looked more feline then human as he did so, then get up and did this…weird thing he did most mornings; he would reach up, rub his fingers in his hair, then scrub it kind of manically for a moment then give a loud yawn…just as he was doing now. It was kind of amusing to watch, though Gage was always amusing in one way or another, which made him so damn unique.

Hank got into his bunker pants as he heard the morning begin…

"Just where do you think your going," Chet grumbled, seeing Johnny pick up his bunker pants and boots and start to muddle his way out the dorm.

"To the shower, bozo, where do you think I was going the dry cleaners," Johnny retorted, not always the sweetest in the morning, today was rather mellow…considering Chet was starting in on him again.

"Leave him alone, Chet," Hank called out, wanting a calm morning. He saw out of the corner of his eye, Johnny sticking his tongue out at Chet like a big kid.

And just like another bid kid, "Don't stick it out unless you plan to use it," Chet retorted.

Hank of course expected another child like retort, so was a bit surprised as was Chet and possibly more, when Johnny's eyes went bright as he took a step closer to Chet, all the while his grin growing more crooked by the minute and said, "Oh, believe me, Chet…I know how to use it," he smirked and left, with a touch of arrogance in his walk. It left everyone a bit miffed. Hank of course had to agree, Johnny did indeed know how to use it as the kisses they had shared was proof of that. Suddenly he felt the need for a cold shower. Sadly even Gage wouldn't get his, as the station was toned out, Man down. He leaped into action as did the rest of his crew and headed to the radio to acknowledge the call and write down the address.

Once he had the information, and his men were ready, he started to head to the engine, when Johnny called him over, seemed like there was a problem. "What is it?"

"I can't get the squad to start," Roy told him, as he tried again, a clicking sound, but nothing more.

Johnny jumped out after Roy popped the hood, as they've gone through things like this and took a look to see if it was a simple fix. The connections to the battery were tight and from a quick reference, all looked fine. He signaled Roy to try again…this time nothing at, th, the squad was dead. "Just great," Johnny growled.

The Cap went to radio in the situation and was advised that motor pool would be notified and that the engine would be meeting up with squad 10 at the location. He gave the two paramedics a knowing look and he headed out with the engine.

"This is just great," Johnny growled, slamming the hood closed.

"Easy, Junior, it'll be alright," Roy said calmly. "Look, Charlie will be here soon, in the mean time, go get your shower…I'll make breakfast, how does that sound."

Johnny blinked at his partner, a bit amazed, then smiled, "Sounds good, Roy…thanks, Pally," he added, and bounced off to do just that.

"Your welcome, Junior," he called out and headed to the kitchen to fix an omelet for the two of them and some toast. He'd fix more later, when the guys got back, but for now, he wanted to keep Johnny's mind off not getting to the pharmacy as he was sure that was why he was so upset. He also hoped that with the guys gone, he could get to the bottom of what was going on with his partner once and for all.

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Roy had watched Johnny go from a relaxed easy going manner to a raw nerve ready to pop as the hours passed. Charlie was tied up on the other side of town and as per protocol; they could not leave the station in their own vehicles, and go the pharmacy ohnnohnny had been nagging him to do so for the last three hours.

The Engine had been toned out almost immediately after clearing their last few calls and had not returned. Johnny seemed to be muttering about wanting Mike to return, but he did not understand why. He was a bit hurt that Mike and the Captain were made privy to Johnny's situation, and he wasn't…his partner. Though he tried to keep his hurt to himself.

Since they were 'stuck' at the station and the Captain had not reassigned chores, he decided that he and Johnny could start on the second to worst of them…hanging and cleaning hoses. Like the morning, things started out okay, but as Johnny became more and more aggravated, going from sweats to chills on a lovely day, Roy was getting more concerned. Johnny had taken another shower, which was nice, but out of character, though he did seem more relaxed afterwards…whatever it was, was not going away.

Roy had tried broaching the subject a few times, but was brushed off, and he bided his time. However now, seeing Johnny almost have a melt down, after hearing the engine, which had been on its way back, get toned out again, and run to the locker room, was the last straw. He followed Johnny and saw him sitting in a far corner as if hiding, rocking himself; he was covered in a light sheen of sweat.

"Okay, Junior, no more brush offs," he stated as he sat down next to his partner. The last thing he expected was Johnny to suddenly pounce on him, much less kiss him. Roy really didn't have a thing for men, but Johnny was a beautiful, passionate, spirited individual that could and did at times stir his own passion, and suddenly having that power turned on him was overwhelming. He had begun to get lost in the kiss, pulling the firm body of his partner into his embrace and delving deeper into the open, delightful mouth. It was when he felt deft fingers started rubbing his aching member, that awareness of what he was doing came to him and he gently but firmly pushed Johnny away.

"Please, Roy, I need this," Johnny begged and tried to kiss his partner once again, but weld eld firm.

"N...o…" Roy cleared his throat, "No, Johnny. Something is not right here and I want you to tell me what is going on…now," he stated in the firm voice that usually worked with his kids and some times (on a good day) with his wife.

Johnny suddenly looked dejected and tried to pull away, but Roy wouldn't let that happen either. He situated Johnny on his lap, so he could still hold him and talk. "Spill it, Junior," he ordered in a soft but voi voice. "What kind of medication are you on and why?"

Johnny sighed, not sure how to explain this, but feeling Roy's hands sooth up and down his back helped. "Okay, but…well it's kind of out there," he stated, and looked to see Roy was simply listening, no judgment in his eyes. He licked his lips out of nervousness, "It's not a 'physical' condition, though it…seems that way," he grinned, a light nervous chuckle escaping, and then sobered. Johnny told Roy the name he mhe medication; sure he had never heard of it. "It's kind of experimental, and most places don't carry it. The Star Pharmacy works with Doctor Snyder, the doctor I'm seeing…have been seeing for almost five years…"

"Wait, you're seeing a doctor on a regular basis…and the department doesn’t know about it?"

"Roy, if they did, they'd never have let me in," Johnny protested. "This is the first time…first time in five years this has been an issue….at work," he growled slightly. "I didn't plan on losing the scrip the doc gave me or the fact that Chet's fucking jokes would destroy my back up pills or being made to work a double shift."

Seeing Johnny get up set, Roy calmed himself down, and continued to stroke Johnny's back. "I'm sorry, its okay I was just surprised that's all. Please…continue. What are you seeing a doctor for and why doesn't Brackett know about it, since he's been treating you for just as long if not longer considering how often you're on his exam table," Roy teased lightly, glad to see Johnny smile a bit rel relax.

"That's because as I said, it’s not physical. Doctor Snyder is a psychiatrist," he muttered. He cleared his throat, "Roy…I have this…condition…it involves the need to be touched…to…touch…" he looked up, his eyes sparkling with lust, "sex," he purred and slowly made his way back toward his partner, but Roy held him off. "Ah…come on, Roy. Please, it hurts," he pleaded.

"I thought this was not physical," Roy replied, trying to not buy into Johnny's pleas.

Johnny growled, again trying to pull away, but Roy was not letting that happen. "Look, just because it manifests itself physically does not mean its physical. I'm a Nymphomaniac…satisfied," he snapped.

Roy just stared at Johnny, for he was not sure how to take that. Sure he had heard people joke and tease about such things, and wasn't sure if he was being teased now; though the look in Johnny's eyes showed he was serious and he was not too happy about it. "Okay," he said as steadily as he could.

Johnny, not quite looking at Roy, gave a bitter laugh, "I know what you're thinking, what's wrong with wanting sex all the time. That most men are natural born nymphomaniacs…well you'd be wrong," he growled. "It's more than thinking or simply 'wanting' sex…it 'got to have it', you get desperate to have it. The medicine helps me control it…of course that's only part of the problem," he grumbled looking away.

Roy sensed there was more, "Junior…" he encouraged.

"I’m gay, Roy," he whispered in soft defeat.

Roy was puzzled, "But all those woman…?"

Johnny shook his head, "when the urges come, sex is sex, Roy, but I prefer men. And as for all 'those' women…" he gave a tiny smile, "What is Chet always saying…they're not my type…we'll he's right. They're not, not just because they are woman, but because I 'know' we won't get along and can keep my 'preference' to myself. That's why I don't go out with Sherry, for if she were a guy I'd snatch him up in one…but she's not and I'd hurt her, so you understand now?"

"I think I'm beginning too," Roy replied gently. He could feel Johnny was shaking again; the chills had set in again. "Are you in withdraw from the medication," he asked with concern.

"Some, the other…ever give an alcoholic a drink, and then expect them not to want more…it's kind of like that without the meds," he said, freeing a hand and started to caress Roy's chest. "Please, Roy, when I say it hurts, I need this, I mean it…please," he begged, reaching for any bit of skin and kissing it slowly.

Roy was hesitant, but seeing the need in his partner's face and the feel of him so close he started to shake himself. "I don't know, Johnny, it's not such a good idea…" he started but Johnny silenced him with another kiss.

Johnny knew he was manipulating Roy, but he couldn't think anymore, he needed this. "Then just let me touch you," he panted in between kisses, shifting Roy and slowly manipulated him until the blond was sting on the bench with him between Roy's legs, nibbling on his partner's hard cock, while his fingers made quick work of the zipper and exposing his target.

All Roy could do was moan in pleasure, for it had been a long time since Joann had gone down on him, she didn't care for it, but like most men, he loved it. What Johnny was doing with his tongue and lips had turned him to putty in the young man's hands, and he hadn't even touched him directly yet.

Johnny undid his own zipper, to expose his own cock, which also wept with need, as he spied his prize. He could sense Roy was his not only by the moans but the willful spreading of his legs to give him more access. Roy was a big boy, and he was pleased as it fit his strong partner. He quickly worked up some saliva and started licking Roy's head with only the tip of his tongue; he knew how to bring a man off quick or painfully slow; he felt like a bit of revenge for making him wait.

When he felt Roy reach to grab his head, he grabbed the hands and placed them on the bench, and silently ordered Roy to keep them there; he did. He never lost a beat as he licked and teased the thick cock up and down its shaft, with his hands messaging Roy's thighs. As always the smell of male musk was driving him crazy with hunger, but he would still draw this out, and slid his wet lips down the side of the shaft and then started lavishing Roy's golden furred balls with his tongue, first one then the other. Then after a long moment, he sucked both into his mouth, knowing just how to do so, so it was pleasure not pain; the loud cry of delight let him know he had succeeded.

His own cock was aching to be touched, so he slipped his left hand down to ease the need, and slowly started stroking it, as he eased up on Roy's balls and started to lick and nip his thighs, down one, up the other.

"Please, Junior," Roy begged, as he needed release, the teasing his partner was doing was driving him insane. He was shaking with need, yet he found he would not move his hands from the bench. This was Johnny's shown, and that idea excited him also.

Johnny liked the sound of Roy begging him, "Please what," he asked as he gave a tiny lick to the tip of Roy's cock, savoring the salty goodness. He also wanted to see if he could get Roy, Mr. Squeaky Clean, to talk dirty.

"Please, more," Roy asked panting, his eyes now pure black with desire as he looked at Johnny kneeling before him, playing with his own cock.

Johnny looked up from under his lashes, "More what, Roy. You have to be specific or I won't know what to do," he said with almost practiced innocence. It took a lot not to grin at seeing Roy shiver at the picture he presented the man. Another down part of his condition, he could and would do anything to get the reactions he desired from a man.

Roy suddenly saw Johnny as an innocent young man looking to him for guidance as he performed this oral feat for him; it rattled his nerves and stoked his fires like nothing had in a long time. //Damn he's good,// Roy thought, probably his only coherent thought. Johnny wanted to play…he could play. "I want you to open you mouth and take my thick cock all the way into your mouth, caressing it with your lips, and once its all the way in there, I want you to suck it for me, baby, can you do that," he asked his voice tight and husky.

Roy was playing with him…oh yes, he liked this. "I think so," he said, still playing the innocent. He started down Roy's shaft, looking up ever so often to see if he was doing it right.

"That's it, baby, all the way, you can do it," Roy purred, his body shaking with anticipation of being deep throated. "Just relax your throat, Oh yes, you're doing good…so good," he encouraged.

Johnny took Roy's thick cock all the way in, something a novice would 'not' be able to do, and sucked on it, eliciting the best sounds from his partner, who growled when he was excited. Sadly his own body was on edge, having waited too long for attention, and he had to bring this to a head. He started to rock on Roy's cock, while fisting his own.

Roy could no longer keep his hands on the bench, and held Johnny's head, though not hard enough to cause him to choke, just enough to guide as he started thrusting deep into that pretty, fuckable, mouth. "Oh yes," moaned, "That's it suck me, let me fuck that hot mouth of yours," he groaned as the need for release began to over take him, then his body exploded and he felt Johnny drink all his cum, moments before his own orgasm overtook him, leaving both men panting.

"Fucking slut!"

Both men had been so involved with each other, neither of them heard the engine return, much less Mike enter the locker room. Roy was startled as he saw Mike storm out and then noticed Johnny looked statstated. It was then that he recalled hearing Johnny muttering about wanting Mike to return and he felt very guilty. "Johnny, I…" he started, but Johnny, now aided by his stronger emotions, pulled away from him.

"Forget it, he's right," Johnny softly sobbed and ran into the bathroom.

Roy grabbed a towel and cleaned up quickly and got himself together, //you really screwed this one up,// he chided himself. He took a moment to think and realized that somehow Mike and Johnny had something going and he'd interfered. He went to go see Johnny and saw him sitting in the corner, hiiforiform partially fixed, softly sobbing. "I'm sorry," he stated gently.

"Not your fault, I am a slut," Johnny muttered.

"Johnny, you have a condition…how can Mike hold that against you," he tried, hoping to calm Johnny down. "I mean, I'll explain it was my doing…"

Johnny looked directly at Roy, "First, no one here knows but you and second, I manipulated you just like I manipulated….someone else. Mike was…" he looked away, the hurt filling his eyes again, "a wonderful…special surprise," he muttered, the misery filling him again.

Roy, feeling out of his league, only knew one way to deal with all this, for right or wrong, but it had to be dealt with. "Come on, Junior," he said and gently but firmly helped Johnny to his feet and started leading him out of the bathroom and locker room.

"Roy…" Johnny protested, trying to wipe his face, he didn't want anyone to see he had been crying, especially Chet.

"Cap," Roy called out, seeing every one spread out, Mike no where in sight, but probably cleaning the engine as he always did. "I…we need to talk to you," he stated, his tone indicating it was important.

Hank seeing Roy was almost dragging Johnny who looked like the poster boy for Misery R Us, got a bit nervous himself, but knew he couldn't avoid the situation if that was indeed the case. "Okay, my office," he nodded.

"I need you to ask Mike to join us," Roy stated as he practically shoved Johnny into the Captain's office, sure that Mike wouldn't come if he asked. "Also, it would be best if you could keep Chet and Marco busy. We did the hoses and the dorm room and bay," he added, keeping an eye on his partner who moved to the couch and gathered the small back spread and wrapped himself in it. Roy knew he was feeling very vulnerable and scared.

Hank was also concerned seeing Johnny so upset. "Sure pal, give me a moment and he went and told Chet to do his latrine, and Marco could get lunch ready, as they had not had time to eat at all today. He then called Mike to join him, who looked ready to storm out of his office when he saw Roy and Johnny. Something had seriously upset him.

Hank closed and locked his door, not wanting to be disturbed. "Okay, why don't you tell me what is going on here," he asked, looking at Roy and Mike, seeing Johnny almost curl into a ball on his couch.

"Tell him, Junior," Roy said firmly, looking at his partner. Seeing Johnny shake his head no, didn't help ease his nerves any. "They have the right to know, Johnny. Now tell them."

"Tell us what," Hank asked wondering what he was missing.

The small spread couldn't get any tighter around Johnny's shoulders, as he shook, this time with fear. But after a long moment, he started to explain what he told Roy about his condition and the medicine he took and what the results were if he didn't have it.

Mike had taken a seat, as did Hank all three men silent as Johnny explained how it was not all the fun and games people joked about. "The medication gave me my first taste of what it felt like to…to be normal. I mean…I couldn't comprehend 'not' having sex. For years, the concept of working in a brothel seemed like a good idea…getting paid to have sex. The only reason it didn't happen was I liked choosing who I had sex with...but when I got desperate…and I did…anyone would do. I was in a nightmare and I didn't even know it until it almost got me killed," he stated in a dejected and painful tone, as the memories washed over him. "I was fortunate to come across Doctor Snyder when I did, and together we've been working on this. Its unknown if there is a cure, but I was controlling it. Damn it," he growled out, the first sign of tears showing, "I just want a normal life, a normal relationship…" he looked at Mike, sorrow filling his eyes. “When that part takes over, nothing matters. Not what I say or do, so long as I get what I want…I hate that aspect of myself. I didn't mean to hurt you, Mike, honest," he whispered, his eyes showing how sorry he really was. "I also didn't mean to manipulate either of you, also," he added, looking away, feeling small and filthy.

Johnny didn't see the looks the three gave each other as it dawned on them just how the three of them were connected to this situation. Hank and Roy blushed, and Mike…he got up and gently but firmly, shifted Johnny so he could sit behind him and pull him on his lap, which Johnny totally stunned fully allowed. He couldn't help but look gratefully up Mike and immediately snuggled deep into his arms, and softly sobbed, while Mike caressed and petted him.

Hank cleared his throat, "Well, personally, I think Roy and I are grown enough to say no…if we chose to," he stated, not looking at Roy. "So, I think it’s us that owe you an apology. But I have to ask you, is this going to be a problem in the future…?"

"No," Mike answered firmly for Johnny. "We'll make sure he has more than enough mediation 'safely' stored here and in 'my' locker," Mike added, showing just how he was going to take charge of this situation, and Johnny didn't seem to mind in the least. Plus, Chet didn't dare mess with Mike, for if he did, he'd live to regret it. Of course, Chet was going to soon learn that messing with Johnny was no longer an option either by the look in his blue eyes, for Johnny had also explained that intense emotions such as anger and frustration were bridges to other out of control emotions, such as his desire and the want of sexual contact, though the medication helped him here greatly, but without it...it had become impossible to resist.

"Well, since there are no replacements, and the squad is down, Roy, as soon as Johnny is calm, take him to get his medication, I'll…cover for you. Then we'll set up a little 'back up' plan, to see that this doesn't happen again," he stated, agreeing with Mike. Obviously the medication worked, as Johnny had always been able to do his job before. "We'll also keep this to ourselves…agreed?"

"Agreed," all three said as one.

"I'm not fired…for being gay and a crazy one at that," Johnny asked, with some disbelief.

"You're not crazy, baby," Mike soothed, and then gently had Johnny look at him. "And you're not a slut…I'm…I'm so sorry. I was just so hurt…"

"I tried to wait, honest I did," Johnny replied, "I 'wanted' to wait," he added, hugging Mike close, snuggling deeper into his arms. "No one has 'ever' made me feel so special as you did last night," he went on.

Hank gestured to Roy, that this was their cue to leave the tlonelone. "Ten minutes," he called out over his shoulder, knowing that Mike understood…nothing was to happen here, and left the two men alone.

Mike held Johnny's chin up to again look into his eyes, "It was very special to me too, baby. I'd like a chance, not only to apologize, but…start again. I want more too," he whispered giving Johnny a soft loving smile. "You are a special man, John Gage, and I know it's too soon, but I've fallen in love with you."

"Oh Michael," he purred, and kissed and hugged him, then laid his head on his shoulder. "I've never loved anyone before…but I can say what I feel for you, I've never felt with anyone else. I want more too, I know I can do it…be faithful to you…it's…I…I haven't been off the medication in over five years…"

Mike silenced Johnny with a finger, "It's okay, love. One thing at a time. We'll work this out, I promise. Just leave the other guys alone, okay?"

Johnny couldn't help it; he gave a little wicked grin, "just a little touching?"

Mike gave Johnny a whack on the butt, "brat," he growled, but could see Johnny was teasing. Then gave him a tender kiss, "Now go get cleaned up and let Roy take you to get your medication. We'll talk more later, okay?"

Johnny glowed as he got off Mike's lap, "Okay," he smiled and dashed out.

"No worries, baby, I'll take care of you," Mike whispered as he took a deep cleansing breath.

*******

Roy leaned against the broken squad, and stared at the door, waiting for Johnny to emerge. Hank came and leaned next to him, doing the same. "So…how was it?"

"Four alarm'er easily, but we didn't do all that much." He sighed, "Jo couldn’t get to three on her best day. You?"

"Seven, pal. Nothing left of me but liquid bone," Hank said, his eyes still on the closed door. "Mike is a lucky man."

"Yep," Roy said calmly, then both men exchanged a look and headed separate ways, they needed water and fast.

**********

"Ah, Johnny, it sounds as if you did some back sliding," stated doctor Snyder, an older German woman, whose hair got any more orange, would blind her patients.

"Not really, doc. I mean, yeah it was bad for a while, but they understood, and supported me. You've been telling me to trust my friends, well…I did and in this case they were there for me. And I've got a boyfriend…I mean, it's never been like that before, on or off the medication," Johnny stated, as he laid on the couch, his hand's animated, then sat up, subconsciously tucking in his dark blue button up, that was being used like a jacket over the black T-shirt he wore that matched his black jeans. "He's special, doc. I just know it. I've never been this happy…"

"I am glad for you, Johnny. But we did back slip as you should have had better control over your impulses in such a short time off the medication. We will work on techniques should it be necessary, since it is not our goal for you to be on it forever, right?"

"Right," Johnny agreed. "But that's the best part of having a boyfriend…right," he grinned.

Doctor Snyder laughed, "Incorrigible as ever," she teased. "I'll see you next week, here is another prescription so you have more to keep 'safe' this time, yes?"

"Yes," Johnny nodded, taking his scolding, though he was too happy to be downed by anything. Tonight he and Mike were going on their first real date…he couldn't wait. "My schedule is rather up in the air as of late, so I'll have to make it tentative, that okay?"

"As always," she replied and watched her young patient leave, feeling that indeed he did make progress, but if John Gage got to too excited over any progress he would then set himself up for self sabotage…but that was another matter to be dealt with; thankfully a small one.

She moved to her desk and tended to her notes and messages, and the half hour break she had scheduled herself soon passed as her secretary buzzed her to let her know her next patient was here. She moved to her chair as she saw them enter and lay down as she had directed them. "So, tell me, Mike, how are we doing with our obsessing over the engine this week?"

Mike Stoker looked at her and beamed, "Engine…forget that," he told her, and sat up, as he was excited. "Doc…I've got a boyfriend!"

Doctor Snyder, privileged to know where both men worked and with whom sat back and wondered, just how one Obsessive Compulsive would work out with a Nymphomaniac. //Well, there are stranger couples in the universe,// she told herself; she couldn't think of one…but she was sure there was.

THE END