Crash: M/M Straight to Gay First Time Romance Read Online Free

would have killed for back when I knew him. His greasy hair and bloodshot eyes tell me the nurse isn’t lying. He really has been camped out in my hospital room for a week. I don’t know what to say, and even if I did, I couldn’t say it no matter how hard I tried. I only have one question. I hold my hand up, asking for a pen and paper. Reid pulls a pen and some hospital stationary out of a drawer next to the bed.
                  Everything I want to say can be summed up into one word. Which, is ironic considering that I am a writer. The muscles in my left hand feel weak as I scrawl out my message in large letters and then show him the most important word in my life thus far.
                  WHY?
     
     

Chapter 2
    Reid
                  WHY?
                  Wasn’t that the question of my life?
                  Why was I here? Why did I care about what happened to a stranger? Why did I lie and say I was his husband? I didn’t have good answers for all of those questions, so I decided to feign ignorance and stall for time.
                  “Why what?”
                  The man whose driver’s license said was named Liam McClehllan looked at me as if I were the most annoying creature on the planet before rolling his eyes and scribbling something else on the page.
    Why help me?
                  I thought about it for a minute. To be sure, I had my reasons. I am not a monster. I don’t want to see anybody hurt or dead if I can prevent it. But why had I stuck around? Probably because Liam reminded me of somebody I used to know. A long time ago, I walked away when I should have done the right thing, and that guy paid for it. That was before college and rehab and all twelve steps. I was a different guy then, but I never got the chance to make it up to that kid. As much as I wanted to leave, I just couldn’t walk away until I was sure that Liam would be okay. My conscience wouldn’t let me.
                  “I am actually a nice guy. I know this is creepy, but we all thought you weren’t going to make it at first. If I was in the hospital dying, I wouldn’t want to die alone. I figured, having a concerned stranger keep you company was better than nothing,” I explain. It’s as close to the truth as I am willing to give him.
                  His face twists into something resembling a snarl before he flinches. The stitches in his face still look pretty raw, and the swelling hasn’t fully subsided.
                  “Look, I am not crazy or a stalker or anything like that. If you want, here,” I give him my driver’s license. “You can run a background search on me. I work at the recreation center here in town. I just happened to be at the right place at the right time. I got your car hauled out of the valley, but I couldn’t find any contact numbers for your family when I searched your name online. You have to be the only guy I know who doesn’t have any social media accounts.”
                  Liam smirks and snorts a little. I can’t tell if he thinks I am funny or if he is pissed at the invasion of privacy. His face is still too swollen to make out all of his features clearly. I smile. A little charm goes a long way.
    Are you gay?
    I don’t know why that question upsets me. I just spent the last week telling everybody that he was my husband. Maybe I hate the idea that he has to ask; as if there is something about me that won’t allow him just to assume I am a red-blooded heterosexual American male. I am trying to “check my privilege” as my sister would say, and give him an answer that isn’t sarcastic when I notice him scrutinizing my face. He is waiting, judging me and my reactions, as if he expects me to lie to him.
    “No I am not gay...and I am a little upset you have to ask,” I reply. It’s better, to be honest. Even if he doesn’t like my answer, he will