Rick

Rick picked up Sam and asked him to open his mouth to access the cut. "You need stitches." The blood was soaking the grey t-shirt Rick offered him to wear. "We will have to go to the clinic. Keep your mouth open I don't want you to choke on your blood."

Rick helped him get out. There was no way Rick could ride in his Harley Davidson with a bleeding Sam. He ran to the office and took one of his friends' car keys, when he came back Sam was standing under the tree shade spitting blood on the ground. Rick's heart ached a little seeing what the fragile little boy had to go through. It made him fucking furious too. Rick was bullied too at one point but not after he hit puberty, no one dared to mess with him after that

Rick helped Sam get into the car and drove him to the nearest clinic. Unfortunately, it was the same clinic David worked in. His childhood friend and crush still made him regret a lot of things he had done a few years ago.

"Hold on, okay? We will get to the clinic quickly."

The ride was a few minutes long and they reached the clinic in record time. The nurse took them in immediately, helping Sam settle in. Thank god it wasn't David who came to treat Sam.

The female doctor gave Sam anesthesia before stitching up inside of his mouth. One of his teeth was partially knocked out too, she propositioned and sanitized it. Rick stood by the door while all of this was going on waiting patiently to take Sam back to the Pack property.

"Rick?"

Rick froze hearing the all too familiar voice. He turned his head to see David approaching him in medical scruff.

"What are you doing here?" David asked with a frown.

"One of my trainees got hurt. I had to bring him to the emergency ward."

"Man, how long has it been? You look good." David placed a friendly hand on his shoulder. Thankfully Rick didn't feel the all too familiar tug like he used to as a three years ago. The ache was lessening.

"Thanks. You are not bad yourself."

"Hey, if you are not too busy come to my chamber, let's talk."

Rick wanted to refuse, he needed to stay with Sam but he could spare a few minutes. "Okay." They walked to David's office sitting on a sofa beside his desk.

"How have you been?" David asked sitting before Rick.

"Good. And you?"

"Rick," David placed a hand on his shoulder, frowned at him. "Why are you acting so weird? We are friends, right?"

Rick nodded, forcing a smile. "I am just worried for Sam."

"Sam?"

"My trainee." Rick answered.

"I am sure he will be fine. Realx." David smiled sadly, even he knew the friendship between them wasn't the same anymore.

"What happened to your hand?" David asked, pointing at the bandaged hand.

"One of the teen wolves bit me," Rick lied. Actually, it wasn't a total lie. Going by the age of the moon wolf, he had to be a teen wolf and he did bite Rick.

"Let me take a look." Before Rick could refuse David took his palm and opened the bandaged. The bite marks were still visible but the wound was healing. "Looks painful."

"It's fine," Rick snatched his hand away. He really wanted David to stop touching him. Rick was never the touchy feely type, the only reason he let David touch him the way he did from childhood was because he was his best friend. But now they were as good as strangers, and he didn't like strangers touching him.

David sighed, shaking his head. "You don't want to be here, do you?"

"Not really," Rick said trustfully, averting his gaze.

"Okay fine. Go back to your trainee. And keep that palm open, let the wound get some air." With that he threw the bandage in the bin. Rick gritted his teeth, his bandaging his palm had more to do with hiding the bite mark than healing the wound. None of the wounds took so long to heal, neither did they ever left a scar on him this way. There was something about the moon wolf he couldn't a finger on and until he figured out what it was, he didn't want people to see the blatant bite marks.

Rick came back to the OPD, where Sam was sitting on a medical chair.

"You are with him?" the nurse asked.

"Yeah."

"He is done. You can take him home." With that she left them alone.

Rick walked to Sam placing a hand on his cheek and looking at the doctor's work. "How are you feeling buddy?"

"Fine now that you are here," Sam slurred heavily sedated under the anesthesia.

"You are high as fuck, aren't you?" Rick chuckled. Sam turned his head and licked Rick's palm, the same palm he had the bite mark on. Rick gasped. He should have removed his hand but for some reason he couldn't. Sam's tongue went between his fingers licking his hand like a morsel, moaning low in his throat. Rick cursed inwardly, his cock going rock hard under his pants.

"Common, let's take you home." Rick finally removed his hand and helped Sam get up. He prayed the clinic staff didn't see the stiffy in his pants or they will call the police on him for public indecency.

The ride back to the pack property was long as fuck. Sam's sleeping form beside him kept him on his toe. The little devil was bad news on so many levels. There was no way he could have such perverted thoughts about a fucking eighteen year old. Rick's eyes darted between his legs, he could bet the boy's dick couldn't be bigger than Rick's middle finger. Fuck, why was that making him hard again. He wasn't into small dicks. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

He needed to clean his head with a fucking soap.