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.From what he’d been told, his parents had known soon after he was born that his eyesight wasn’t right.Chase reached out and tilted Rusty’s chin up.“Do you need to go to the hospital?”Rusty’s eyes filled with tears.“It’s been a long time since I’ve been beaten up.I forgot how much it hurts.”“Yeah, it does,” Chase agreed.Rusty felt bad for saying it, knowing his roommate was remembering the times when his father had beat him and his mother as a child.“We should get him to the emergency room,” Professor Corto Delgado said.“What about the police?” Chase asked.“They’re taking their sweet time,” Professor Ryan ground out between clenched teeth.“As far as I’m concerned, they can talk to Rusty either tomorrow or at the hospital.”Chase gently took the glasses from Rusty.“Why don’t you let the professors take you to get checked out? At the least, I think you might need a stitch or two to close the cut on your cheek.I’ll be there as soon as I can.”Rusty stared at Chase.“I’ll have a scar like yours.”Chase absently brushed the crescent-shaped scar on his cheekbone.“You’re right, you will.”Rusty closed his eyes.When he was a child, his mom had cleaned his wounds while whispering words of love and support.God, he missed her every day.Despite the fact that he hadn’t lived with his family for years, he missed the feeling they were only a phone call away.“I wish I could talk to my mom.”Chase pulled the scarf from around his neck and used it to dab at the blood dripping down Rusty’s face.“You can talk to me.”Rusty glanced up at Professor Ryan, wishing he had a right to cling to the professor again.Unfortunately, that honor belonged to Manuel.He returned his gaze to Chase.“Maybe.”Chase glanced from Rusty to Professor Ryan.“Go ahead and take him to the hospital.” He held up Rusty’s glasses.“I’ll keep these for now.”Professor Corto Delgado scooped Rusty off the pavement and into his muscular arms.Knowing it was wrong, Rusty couldn’t help but melt against the safety and warmth of the professor’s chest.Before they could get far, the police arrived.Manuel growled low in his throat.Still carrying Rusty, the professor walked over to one of the cops.“I’m taking him to the hospital.If you want to talk to him, meet us there.”The police officer started to argue but was soon distracted by another call coming in on his radio.“Let’s go,” Professor Ryan said.Manuel rested his cheek against Rusty’s hair as he carried him across the parking lot.He stopped in front of a sleek black sedan and surprised Rusty with a soft kiss on his forehead.“Can you reach the keys in my pocket?”“Which one?” Rusty asked as his heart pounded.The thought of being so close to the sexy man’s cock made him nervous.The professor grinned at Rusty.“Left coat.” He winked.Rusty reached inside the coat and withdrew the keys.He held them up.“You drive,” Manuel told Professor Ryan.“I’ll hold him.You can drive,” Professor Ryan argued.“I’ve already got him.” Manuel leaned over and brushed his lips across Professor Ryan’s mouth.“Let me.”Rusty’s heart squeezed at the soft expression on Professor Corto Delgado’s face.It was obvious the two men loved each other, so why were they being so nice to him? The last thing he wanted was to cause problems.“I can sit in the back by myself,” he volunteered.Professor Ryan took the keys from Rusty’s hand.“That’s not necessary.” He smoothed the back of his finger over Rusty’s cheek just below the cut.He shook his head and took a deep breath before unlocking the car.Professor Corto Delgado opened the back driver’s side door and climbed in with Rusty still in his arms.Rusty eyed the interior of the car.Damn.He had no idea what kind of car it was, but it had luxury written all over it.“Professor, I’m fine to sit in the other seat.”Professor Corto Delgado held him tighter.“You’re fine where you are.” He kissed the top of Rusty’s head again.“And call me Manuel or Manny, whichever you’re more comfortable with.”Rusty tilted his chin up and studied the handsome Spaniard.Despite everything appearing fuzzy without his glasses, he could still make out the professor’s face.With short, midnight black hair and the darkest brown eyes Rusty had ever seen, the man was movie-star gorgeous.He liked the thought of calling the professor Manny, but it sounded too familiar.“Manuel.”“And call me Adam,” Professor Ryan said from behind the wheel.He eased the sedan out of the parking lot and passed the gathered group of people who were still milling around.“I was shocked to see you at the bar,” he said.Rusty cringed.He knew he looked like he was a kid, but he wasn’t.“I’m twenty-two.”Adam chuckled.“No, I just meant I’ve never seen you out before.”“That was my first and last time.” Rusty leaned his head against Manuel.“Of all the people there, why’d they choose me?”“I think you were at the wrong place at the wrong time, bebé.” Manuel dabbed at the cut on Rusty’s cheek with the handkerchief he’d used earlier.“No.” Rusty shook his head.“I heard one of them say that’s him.It was like they were waiting for me.”“Did you recognize the voices? Maybe you know them?” Manuel asked.“I don’t know who they were, but they didn’t sound like anyone my age,” Rusty replied.Adam took a left into the hospital’s drive and stopped outside the emergency room.“Take him in, and I’ll park the car.” He turned in his seat and touched Rusty’s leg.“Don’t worry.We’ll take care of you.”Manuel opened the door and easily got out of the car with Rusty still in his arms.Rusty rested his head against Manuel’s muscled chest and began to worry for a different reason.* * * *A noise startled Rusty from an uneasy sleep.He gasped and jackknifed into a sitting position.Breathing still erratic, he looked around at the unfamiliar surroundings.It took him a frantic moment to remember he was safely ensconced in Manuel’s guestroom.He flopped back down to his pillow before wiping the light sheen of sweat from his forehead.Lights from the city outside the floor to ceiling window danced across the room, creating interesting shadows as he dissected his dream.Unlike the bullies who’d attacked him regularly in the past, the man who’d jumped him in the parking lot of Clean Slate hadn’t verbally abused him.There had been no taunting names like fag, Icky or ass-licker, God, he’d hated that last one.He knew the cops, the people at the bar and even the professors believed it was a hate crime against gays, but something in his gut told him it had nothing to do with his sexual orientation.A loud thump shook Rusty from his thoughts.He sat up again, prepared to run if the man in the mask had returned for him.The guest bedroom he’d used since the professors had literally carried him home with them the previous night was closest to the front door.Jesus, Mary and Joseph, what was he supposed to do, hide?Rusty glanced around the large guestroom.Like most of the luxury apartment, the room was modern and incredibly minimalist in furnishings.The platform bed made it impossible to hide under and he’d seen enough horror movies to know the closet was always the worst place to go.Shoot.He eyed the open door.The master bedroom was down the hall in the opposite direction of the front door.Safety in numbers.Dressed in only a pair of boxers, he slid along the wall toward the hallway.The thump sounded again, prompting him to move faster [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]