Danny lay back against the cheap hospital pillows irritably. This sucked. He hated being confined! But, he mused as he looked down at his leg that was trapped in the heavy cast, he didn’t appear to have much choice. He sighed, and reached for his book on the bedside cabinet. He may as well do something.

A light flicked on in the next cubicle. The light shone through the thin curtain that separated that one from Danny’s, illuminating the two people within.

One was lying in the bed. Danny knew this to be Harry Judd. He had collapsed at a club about a week ago, and had flat-lined in the ambulance, giving everyone a quick scare. They’d managed to resuscitate him, however. And he’d made steady progress. Harry had informed Danny with some mirth that he was going home tomorrow.

The other figure was standing by the bed, checking the readings. Danny could hear him talking to Harry. This was Dougie Poynter, the nurse that both he and Harry had received. He was young, but a nice guy, in Danny’s opinion.

Harry said something to Dougie, and Danny could hear them laughing. Dougie leaned over, and their faces connected in the silhouettes Danny saw. Dougie must be whispering in his ear, he decided.

Danny’s jaw dropped, however, as Dougie swung himself onto the bed so he was straddling Harry. Why was he doing that? Was he testing how much weight Harry could take? Their faces still looked like they were connected, and Dougie stretched out so he was lying flat across the other man’s body.

A shirt hit the curtain Danny was watching vividly. He’ll be checking his heart beat, Danny told himself confidently. Their mouths were no longer merged, but now Dougie’s moved down Harry’s body slowly, as though tasting every inch of exposed chest.

Danny swallowed nervously. He was probably just checking for lumps. Yes! That’s what he was doing. But he couldn’t ignore what he saw silhouetted when Dougie pulled Harry’s trousers and boxers down in one eager movement. Well. Harry was enjoying this hospital treatment a little more than he should be.

Testing his reflexes, Danny thought furiously as Dougie’s head moved down, covering the obvious erection from the eyes of the man with the broken leg next door. He’s just testing his reflexes.

And they appeared to work, he noted, as Harry arched up on the bed. End of test. End of test, he repeated in shock as Dougie carried on. Danny heard Harry’s deep, throaty moan very clearly, and his body gave a shudder.

He was clearly in full working order, Danny said to himself. When were these tests going to end? Dougie stood up, and he breathed a sigh of relief. Good.

However, his joy was short lived as the nurse began to strip, undoing his belt and dropping his trousers. He shed his boxers as well, and then took something of his shirt pocket. He squeezed whatever it was onto his fingers, then his hands disappeared round his front. Danny could only see the back of him.

Only when Dougie climbed back onto the bed did Danny realise what he had been doing. What was that test for? he thought in confusion. Dougie began to message Harry’s crotch, or at least that’s what it looked like to Danny. He was probably just making sure he had maximum comfort.

Harry bucked, another moan sounded. He sounded comfortable, if a little impatient. Danny heard Dougie giggle, then their bodies appeared to merge. Another loud moan. They were lucky it was night-time and only a few people were here. Otherwise, someone might have come in and disturbed the tests.

Only as they began to move together rhythmically did Danny realise what they were doing. These were no tests! They were having sex! Their mouths met again eagerly, and Harry tore off Dougie’s shirt with a loud ripping sound.

“Harry!” Dougie said clearly, a frantic note to his voice. “I’m gonna-” He cut himself off with a loud moan, then he went limp on top of Harry. Harry flopped back weakly as well, his hand trailing through Dougie’s hair.

After a few minutes, the smaller male got down from the bed, and began to dress. He pulled a sheet up over Harry, who had presumably fallen asleep, preserving his modesty. Then turned off the light, throwing the curtain back into plain white.

Danny sighed. Oh, well. He settled against his pillows, closing his eyes, the book on his lap forgotten. A few minutes later, he felt a hand brush his hair out his face.

He opened his eyes, to see Dougie smiling at him. “Mm?”

He giggled, “Sleepy, are we?”

“Tired out.”

“From what?”

Danny looked at him closer, he’d neatened himself up, but he still oozed sex. The brunette offered him a mysterious smile. “I was watching something very interesting.” He tilted his chin back in consideration, “I have a question though.”

“What?”

Danny jerked his head towards the curtain, “You give that treatment to all your patients?”