“I didn’t like being away from you and I wanted to watch you cook.”
I roll my eyes, grabbing one of the chairs from our kitchen table and pull it over for him to sit on. He kisses my forehead before he not so gracefully flops down. “I don’t like how sore you are,” I complain.
“I’m fine. It’s more my ribs than the incision anyways.”
“Do you know when the team doctors will clear you to start practicing?” I ask, taking some food out of the fridge.
“I’m hoping next week.”
I glare at him and he leans forward, swatting my ass. I yelp and then notice him hunkered over in pain. Kneeling between his legs, I hold on to him, trying to take away some of the pain. “I’m okay,” he responds after a long pause.
“You are not okay. You need to get back to the couch and rest.”
Then out of my peripheral vision, I catch sight of his cock, hard and big, straining for attention. He mouths the word “please” to me when I look back at him. I question doing this for only half a second, but figure if I go slow and easy that it will be nothing but pleasure. A pleasure both of us have been seeking for a while now. With my signature smirk plastered across my face, I gently pull his shorts down, removing his hard member. With my free hand, I cup his balls and keep the pressure of the fabric from riding up. Then making a few small movements, I look deep into his eyes. It doesn’t last long though, my mouth yearns for him like nothing else, so I wrap my soft lips around his thick head, swirling my tongue as I go down on him. He tilts his head back, groaning as I move ever so gently, up and down.
I love the feeling of controlling him like this. I also love that even though I am being gentle, I still please him to this level. Doing this for him makes my * burn in anticipation. Fuck, I want him inside of me, but he’s too weak. Removing my hand from his shaft, I take him hands-free, clamping my lips tightly around as I go. He reaches for my hair, twisting his fingers into it and I know he is close already.
Without faltering my movements, I keep a steady pace, so thankful that we are both in this moment together.
“Fuck, baby,” he growls, letting go with no warning and coming deep in my throat. I relish his deliciousness, swallowing and savoring every bit of him. He smiles at me as I keep going, not wanting to stop. Then he nods his head and says, “Harder.”
Reaching up, I clench his cock at the base and quickly pull him in and out of my mouth. To my surprise, it doesn’t take but a few quick strokes and he comes again. He makes the most ravenous noises. His hand is still locked tightly in my hair and this time once he’s finished, I stop. Afraid that a third come would hurt him. All though I am curious to see if I’d be able to push him there.
“How are you feeling?” my doctor asks me.
“I guess okay.”
“Are you sleeping?”
“When I take my meds, I am.”
“Any pain in your leg?” he asks as he looks at what is left of my poorly mangled stub of a leg.
“A little. It’s more of a dull throbbing pain.”
“That’s the nerve damage,” he responds, hitting both of my knees to check their reflexes. Both of them nudge forward on their own.
“You look good, Nathaniel, minus your weight. I want you to meet with our dietitian and see what you can do to gain forty to fifty pounds.
“Fifty?” I exclaim.
“Yes, fifty. Other than that, you are damn lucky. Your eyes look good, both have healed exceptionally well, and the same goes for your leg. All of the scars look like they have healed great. I think you can start coming in every three months. How does that sound?”
The news is a sigh of a relief. Since all of this started, I have been in and out of the doctors’ offices so frequently that finally hearing I am making progress makes me feel good.
“That is…if you can put on some weight,” he says before he leaves the room.
“I promise,” I respond and shake his hand. He turns on a dime before I can say another word, and the door clicks closed behind him. Quickly, I change out of the pathetic gown, putting my clothes back on and place the referral slip for a prosthetic in my pocket. Jesus, I can’t imagine how good it will feel to walk on my own again. It will be a dream come true.
I get in the car and mentally decide to make a detour. I know that any day now will be my last to visit. I think saying goodbye in a proper way will help me to truly move on. I guess I have God to thank for that, even though I don’t feel like it. These days, I’ve been looking for anything to do with my time even if it’s hard on me or not, even something that I particularly don’t like, because I have to keep busy. Being without Arion is weighing so heavily on me. It’s harder than I ever imagined and I don’t know how else to handle things.