“Yeah? Do they require walking, cause I can’t feel my feet.”
“What?” Brian turned to look at the end of the bed, where the peaks in the sheet over Andrew’s feet were twitching. Beyond them, the nurse was shaking her head wearily. “What did I just say about scaring me?” he demanded even as his voice cracked on a laugh. There couldn’t be too much wrong if Andrew was joking.
“Keep doing it?”
Brian shook his head much as the nurse had. “You’re lucky I love you so fire trucking much.”
Andrew blinked at him. “Yeah?”
“Yeah. I’m afraid, Andrew Fitzroy, that you’re stuck with me.”
“Good. My cunning plan to get you back worked.”
Brian laughed softly. “If this is what you do to get me back, consider me yours for life.”
Andrew’s smile was tired but glorious. “Same. I don’t wanna do this again. My head hurts.”
“If you expect me to take care of you again . . .” Brian kissed his lips tenderly. “I always will.”
Six weeks later
“Tell me again,” Andrew said, then kissed his way down Brian’s curved spine. “I’ve forgotten.”
Brian, belly down on their bed, buck naked and little more than a puddle, moaned. “I’m not falling for that anymore. Find new material.”
It had started as a joke to make light of bad news. Andrew’s official complaint against Vaughn Sheridan had been dismissed in the wake of his injury. McGregor Construction’s lawyer had advised that Andrew’s concussion would be used to discredit his memory of the event. They could try, but the chances of making any headway were incredibly slim, so Andrew had pulled out.
Brian had been incensed so Andrew had joked about it. When that had worked a little bit, Andrew had gone sexy with it and now it was a thing.
Andrew laughed and tickled his tongue into the sweet dimples at the top of Brian’s arse. “But what if I really have forgotten? You’re going to feel terrible. I’m just doing this for your own good.”
“So now you’re using emotional blackmail. That’s unfa—ow!”
Andrew looked at the quickly fading teeth marks he’d left in Brian’s left buttock. He hadn’t bitten that hard, Brian just liked being a brat. Andrew liked Brian being a brat too. Soothing over the site with his tongue, he ran his hands down the thighs spread to either side of his knees. Brian sighed and the tension from the bite flowed out of him.
Over the past couple of weeks, Brian had been prepping Andrew to bottom, which he was enjoying immensely. Brian had brought Andrew to a shattering orgasm already that morning, just with his hands. One around his cock, fingers from the other buried deep inside him, stroking and stretching and thrusting. Even now he could still feel the sensation of Brian’s fingers working in him and ached for the loss of how they’d felt. But he wanted this—lavishing Brian with pleasure and love—just as much. Watching Brian melt for him, because of him, was the most amazing thing in the world. It also didn’t hurt that it was rapidly making him hard again.
Sliding his hand under Brian’s groin, he pulled his cock down between his legs and stroked it.
“Yeah, that.” Brian squirmed a bit. “Keep doing that.”
“Only if you tell me.”
“Ugh, I thought you might have forgotten about that.”
“Unlikely.” Andrew gave his dick a firm tug, then took his hand away.
“Fire truck.” Brian lifted his head and glared over his shoulder at him. “Fine. I love you. Happy now?”
Andrew crawled up over him and caught his mouth in a long, deep kiss. “Was that so hard?”
“Not as hard as my poor neglected dick.” Brian pouted. “Come on. Play with it.”
“You’re so romantic.”
“And it’s all for you, beautiful.”
Chuckling, Andrew worked his way back down Brian’s body until he was where he started. He licked from the tip of Brian’s cock, up its nicely plumping length, over his balls, lingered on his crack, then slipped his tongue over the entrance waiting for his attention. Brian’s hips bucked up and he let out a startled groan. Liking that a lot, Andrew repeated it a couple more times until he was happy to set up camp at Brian’s hole. At first he’d simply been curious about rimming, but Brian’s frantic squirms and gasping breaths were the only reason he really needed.
“Oh shit, Andrew. Fuck, please. Please, now. I need you.”
Andrew’s heart skyrocketed at the utter desperation in his boyfriend’s voice. He loved being the cause of it. Loved even more giving Brian anything and everything he needed. Sitting back on his heels, Andrew reached for the condom and lube.
Brian started to get up and Andrew pressed a hand on his lower back. “Like this.”
“Are you sure?” Brian looked back at him, concerned.
They’d been careful with their lovemaking since the incident with Sam. Andrew was steadily recovering from the concussion, but he still got unsteady sometimes. The headaches had lessened greatly and he wasn’t as lethargic anymore. For a couple of days immediately after he woke up, his speech had been a bit slurred, but that was all fixed up now. Still, Brian had been very cautious in resuming the physical side of their relationship, insisting that he do all the work and Andrew just lie back and enjoy it. Andrew had loved it, but now he wanted to be the one making sure Brian was taken care of.
“Positive. I need this as much as you do.”
Brian’s groan was part indecision, part want. “If you get dizzy, stop immediately, okay.”
“I’ll be fine.” Andrew dribbled lube on his fingers and worked them around Brian’s hole. “As soon as I get in this arse.”
“That’s emotional blackmail again.” Brian’s head dropped back to the pillow and he pushed his arse against Andrew’s hand so that his finger popped into him. “Hurry up. Need you.”
Andrew tried for slow and mildly torturous, but his own lust got the better of him and within minutes he was twisting three fingers inside him. Brian was whimpering and pushing back onto him with an eagerness that wiped all thoughts from Andrew’s head. God, he loved how much Brian wanted this from him. Loved everything they did together. Loved this man so much he got breathless whenever he thought about it for too long.
Unable to wait any longer, Andrew rolled the condom on, added more lube, then pulled Brian’s hips up until he was on his knees. Brian’s head rested on the pillow and the curve of his spine drew Andrew’s hand to caress it as he lined up his dick. At the first hint of touch, Brian pressed back onto him, taking him in at his own pace. Andrew let him, fascinated by the sight of himself disappearing into tightness and heat. When Brian’s body encased him completely, Brian stopped moving, breathing steadily, face turned on the pillow. One of his hands was by his head and the other reached back to hold Andrew’s thigh.
“So good,” he moaned. “How do you feel better every single time?”
“Practice makes perfect.” Andrew waited for that slight ease of tension in Brian’s body, then started moving, slow, shallow thrusts. “Oh god, you’re so amazing.”