Dangerous Minds

© Sweet Kisses™

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Nick was tightly clutching his pillow to his chest with both hands when he heard the pounding on his door. He'd been contemplating the notion of going to Kevin's room, forcing his entry and not leaving until Kevin forgave him. He was sorry now, and even though Kevin still might be on drugs when he said otherwise, Nick had to give him the benefit of the doubt. And after all, Nick loved Kevin. Love.

That word was strange to Nick, and he had only found its true meaning whenever he was with Kevin. He knew Kevin still loved him, deep down inside. He could tell by Kevin's eyes, and his eyes were always open to readable expression, not matter how hard Kevin tried to conceal it. And now, the pounding on his door continued.

"Nick!" yelled A.J. from the outside. "Nick! Get out here! Now!"

Nick jumped off the bed in annoyance, stalked over to the door and threw it open. "What?" he yelled, glaring at A.J.

A.J. grabbed him by the shirt. "Come with me," and dragged him down the hall.

Nick struggled in A.J.'s grasp. "What is this?" he demanded. "Get off me!"

"Just wait," A.J. said sternly and came to Kevin's door. He knocked twice. "Kevin! Get out here now!"

After several moments, a bleary-eyed Kevin opened the door. "You screamed?" he asked sarcastically with his hands on his hips.

"Come with us," A.J. said and pulled Kevin in front of him and gave him a shove. "Walk!"

Kevin saluted him. "Yes, Sir! Anything you freakin' say, Sir!"

After pulling Howie and Brian out of their rooms, they all trudged up the four flights of stairs to the Doc's office, with A.J. remaining behind them to make them all keep going. Though they were whinging and bitching the whole time, they all managed to get to the top.

They stopped at the fourth floor to catch their breath and looked around themselves in amazement. Though, A.J. wasn't surprised and made them all walk down the hallway to the Doctor's office. He looked over his shoulder to see if anyone would jump out and scare them.

Howie stared at the door and smiled. "Oh, her office! At last!"

They all groaned and A.J. opened the door. "Don't get your hopes up, nympho," he warned and held the door open for all of them to walk in. They did and he shut the door quitely behind him. They all stared at him expectantly. "I have something to show you guys."

Kevin looked around himself admiringly. "You have to hand it to her, she's got good taste."

"Yeah, whatever, why are we here?" Nick said impatiently.

"Simply this," A.J. said and opened the fourth door and pulled out a tape. He held it in their line of view. "I'd like to you to see something."

Howie rubbed his hands together. "Ah yes!"

A.J. chuckled quietly, for he knew they were all going to get the shock of their lives when they saw the tape and braced himself for the onslaught when he pressed play and turned around to watch their faces. It started out with a static black and white fuzzy line, but then, the tape played, and Nick and Kevin both came onto the screen, doing something they probably shouldn't have been doing, saying (or was that, in fact, hollering?) things that shouldn't be heard and they all could hear Nick's voice the loudest, for whatever Kevin was doing to him seemed to make him very excited indeed.

Kevin's mouth fell open. "Uh...what? Oh my..."

Nick stood still and watched himself on screen. "What the fuck is this, A.J.?" he screamed.

A.J. shrugged. "You tell me."

"Male porn!" Howie squealed, and by now Brian was on his knees, chanting and praying for solidarity and the saving of Nick and Kevin from the devil. He then sauntered over to Kevin and threw his arms around Kevin's neck.

"Oh my God!" he screamed in a high voice, obviously trying to be Nick on the tape. "Don't stop...don't stop...don't stop...!"

"Fuck you!" Kevin screamed and with one push, he sent Howie straight to the floor.

Howie, by now having los of fun, jumped up and continued. "Ooh, Kevy's bad!"

"Shut up, Howie!" Kevin screamed and turned to A.J. "And fuck you, too!"

"All of you, shut up!" Nick cried. "It was a mistake, all right? A mistake! And I wish it'd never happened! It was the worst experience of my life! Do you hear me? Do you?"

Kevin gasped. Thanks, Nick, he thought sadly. Thanks for breaking my heart, when you're the only person I've really only given it to...

"I think I'll let you do that to Nick instead, huh?" A.J. answered to Kevin's request, though with extreme seriousness.

"Stop the fucking tape," Nick warned in a low voice. "Stop it. Now."

A.J. sighed and stopped the tape. "Look, I'm sorry if that offended you. I wasn't trying to make you feel ashamed. If it did, I'm sorry because that was not my intention. I just wanted to show you so everything could get out in the open and we'd have no more secrets." He swallowed nervously. "Which brings me to another thing to tell you. Guys, I'm - "

The door opened and in sauntered Doctor Sheffield, who looked up in surprise when she saw them all there. She frowned. "Excuse me, gentlemen, but how did you get in here?"

"How did you get tapes of us?" Nick screamed. "What are you Doc, a fucking peeping Tom?"

"More like Jack the Ripper," Howie said and gave a meaningful look to Kevin. "Or should that be, Kevin the Ripper?"

"Keep saying that, asshole, and see how far you get," Kevin warned.

Dr Sheffield walked in and placed her papers on the desk. "I'm sorry I had to do that. I had no choice. You weren't helping me first hand, so I had to go to my next option. Play Big Brother."

"Right," Nick said in a disbelieving voice.

She pointed to the door. "Out, now. I'd like to see you gentlemen before lights out." As they all walked out, she called A.J. back in. "How did you get the tapes?"

A.J. lowered his head, feeling remorse for raiding her office after her helping him. "Sorry, I just wanted them to understand."

She nodded. "Have you told them?"

A.J. shook his head. "No, but I will. Tonight."

They both smiled at each other. And Howie was listening on the outside, hearing every word. Indeed, he was going to do something tonight. Something that involved Dr Sheffield, and what was the most exciting part about it was that she had no idea just how good he was and how much fun he was going to have.

With her.

~**~

They all walked into the living room before lights out that night to find Dr Sheffield sitting in a chair. But what made them all suspicious was that she didn't have a pen and clipboard in hand, as per usual. She was sitting there, with a smile.

"Hello, gentlemen, take a seat."

"Since when is she pleasant like this?" Howie asked A.J.

A.J. smiled. "Since always."

Howie smiled too, for different reasons. "Oh, yes, I see." Yup, need her in a very good mood tonight...

"This marks the end of our time together," she announced, "and I'm sorry that we didn't have much luck with curing you all, but I think that you'll all be fine from now on. Though I would like to continue sessions with Mr Richardson and Mr Carter at my private residence when this is over."

Howie pouted. "No fair."

"Whoppee," Nick answered.

"Great, let's go now," Kevin said in mock-enthusiasm.

"But," she continued, giving A.J. a smile, "it seems Mr McLean here has something to say. Don't you Mr McLean?"

A.J. gave her a grin. "What ever happened to Alexander?" he asked playfully. "Should I, uh, dim the lights?"

Howie sat up instantly. "Dimming lights? Ooh, fun!"

Dr Sheffield laughed. "Don't push your luck, gentlemen."

Nick rolled his eyes. "The bitch can finally take a joke."

A.J. slowly stood up and received an encouraging smile from the Doctor. "Okay, here goes." He took a deep breath. "Guys, I'm gay."

Suddenly, Brian jumped up. "What is this, a house for gays?"

They all gasped and A.J. placed a hand over his heart in mock-astonishment. "Wow. I'm impressed, church-boy. Feel better, huh?"

Brian smiled and nodded slowly. "Yeah," he breathed and sat down. His smile grew wider. "Yeah!"

Nick applauded sarcastically. "Yey, Alex, I'm so damn proud of you. Lovely coming-out statement. Love your work."

A.J. rolled his eyes. "At least I can admit it."

"Gentlemen," the doctor interrupted, standing up to avoid yet another confrontation, "I suggest you all get some rest. This is your last night here and time goes quicker when you sleep. So, sleep well and I'll see you in the morning."

Howie stood standing, watching the Doctor walk out of the room, eyeing her feminine curves with an appreciative eye. Yes, he was going to have lots of fun tonight.

Lots.

~***~

It was just before lights out when Howie sprayed on a liberal amount of cologne, a rather heavy dousing, to make sure that he smelled good. He stared at his reflection in the mirror and liked what he saw after inspecting himself from all angles. He gave himself a playful wink. He then turned away from the mirror and headed for the door.

He opened it and checked to see if the guys in white coats were standing there. They weren't. He smiled to himself, shut the door quietly and ran down the hallway to the Doctor's bedroom. He came to the door and stopped. He smoothed his hair. That was fine. He checked to see if he still smelled good. Fine, too. He took a deep breath. Yes, he was ready. He was ready to give her the time of her life. He knocked.

It was several moments before she answered, and when she did, she took his breath away. Gone was the suit and in its place was a pair of white pants and a simple white button-down shirt with the top three buttons undone, which emphasised her smooth neck and just enough to give some hint of what was underneath, and her blonde hair was loose and fell half-way down her back in cascading waves. The look was sex personified and he was speechless. She leaned against the door and raised her eyebrows inquisitively.

"What can I do for you, Mr Dorough?"

Howie cleared his throat to cover his stammering. "Uh...can I come in?"

Dr Sheffield stared into his eyes and all of a sudden, his knees felt like breaking and he had butterflies in his stomach. "Sure, come on in."

Howie nodded and walked in. He was surprised to see what was in her room. A four-poster bed with plain white sheets stood in the centre and a mahogany vanity stood out from the wall. That was it. Plain and simple. He sat down on the bed. "Uh...can I call you Elizabeth?"

Dr Sheffield closed the door and stood just a few feet away from him. "If you don't tell, I won't," she purred.

Howie's mouth fell open. This wasn't the Dr Sheffield he knew. This was...weird. "Uh...can I ask you something?"

"Of course."

"Do you think..." Heat rushed to his face. "Do you think...you could...um..."

"What?" she asked softly, stepping closer to him. Her eyes locked with his and his heart began to race when she stood right in front of him. She then took him by complete surprise by sitting herself down on him and placing her arms around his neck. "I think I know what it is. You want to sleep with me, huh?"

Howie's eyes widened. "Um, yes."

"Yes, I want you to," she murmured and placed her lips gently down on his. He couldn't believe his luck. He was actually kissing her. Her lips were so soft and felt like they were just made for his. He pulled her closer to him and wrapped his arms around her waist. She gently eased him onto his back and they continued to kiss like they had never kissed anyone before.

But...this wasn't how it was meant to happen. He didn't want her willing. He wanted to take it from her. He wanted her to plead and cry and beg for him to stop, but eventually want it in the end! What was happening??????

When Dr Sheffield began to unbutton his shirt, Howie's conscience rang. It wasn't meant to happen like this. She wasn't supposed to be willing. This was all wrong. He sat up. "I'm sorry."

Dr Sheffield stood up. "I expected it."

"Excuse me?"

"Reverse psychology, Mr Dorough," she answered with a smile. "You came here, wanting to have with sex with me, and wanting me to scream and beg and cry for mercy and plead with you to stop. And because of it, you stopped. You didn't exactly expect me to be willing, did you?"

Howie stood up, his face a little flushed with embarrassment. "Um, no," he answered with a laugh.

Dr Sheffield smiled and placed her hand on his cheek. "Just because I made you stop, doesn't mean I didn't want to sleep with you," she said.

Their eyes locked again, and Howie could read what was in her eyes. She wanted him, she did. She wanted him the whole time. He wanted to kick himself. And she was so breathtaking and he loved kissing her and she felt so right in his arms and...

But he stopped.

He blinked and saw her eyebrows raise suggestively before she kissed him one last time. "Sweet dreams." She paused and smiled softly again. "Howie."

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