“Ely, this is heavy. Please tell me you didn’t load it yourself?” Rhone asked.
“No, Leo went with me and did the heavy lifting,” I assured him. Since my accident, well really since I first started dating Rhone, Leo had become a better friend. It was probably my fault we weren’t before, I had tunnel vision with my career goals and more or less shut everyone else out. Except for Jordan that is. Leo had more than proven himself a good friend since the accident.
Rhone and Seltzer tore the paper off together, I was envisioning the two of them as kids doing the same on Christmas morning.
“Whoop whoop!” Seltzer announced. “Does this mean chef plans to cook for us?” he asked, staring expectantly at me.
He wasn’t far off, the thought of bringing my kitchen equipment back and forth when I came over was daunting. Buying them a cookware set was a win-win for all parties involved. “Ha-ha, yes it does. Not every night since I don’t live here…” I side-eyed Rhone. “But I do plan to come over and cook sometimes.”
They fist bumped the air like they had just scored a major prize. Recipes that I could prepare on the weekends and leave for them to reheat throughout the week were already running through my brain.
“Shit, that reminds me we need to get groceries,” Rhone said, Seltzer groaned.
“We can go in the morning, if you want,” I suggested. Needing to make sure they weren’t living off junk food. Plus, I could get some of the stuff to make the meals I was thinking of.
“Man, that’s not fair,” Chase protested. “I want a little chef too.” Smiling around this jovial group of guys came easily and it seemed the little chef nickname was being used by all. Good thing I didn’t find it offensive although if I did, I know without a doubt they’d change it. All Rhone’s friends seemed to like me which was great. When I glanced over at David, he nervously looked away. I wonder what was up with that.
“Right on, let’s take little chef food shopping manana,” Seltzer said all too happily.
Helping them put the kitchen together, I opened at note in my phone keeping a list of things I thought they should consider purchasing. I was careful not to reach above my head or lift anything heavy — I let Rhone handle those tasks but stuck to what I could manage. He and Seltzer were great, telling me to set it up however I deemed it most functional which I did. While I organized the lower cabinets, they went to their rooms to get them situated. David and Chase headed across the street to their house to do the same. Music was playing via the Bluetooth speakers they set up from one of their phones I’m guessing. Not being familiar with the artists, I kept on task but caught myself a time or two moving with a bit more ease to the songs with catchy beats.
“You are too fucking cute,” I heard Rhone say. When I turned, he was leaning against the wall watching me.
“Sorry, thought I was alone.”
“No worries, I have to say that’s the first time I’ve seen anyone do more than headbang to Pantera. It’s not often you see someone in the mosh pit moving with such grace and ease.” He laughed, sauntering over, wrapping his arms around my waist from behind. “How are you feeling?”
“A little tired,” I admitted, laying my head back on his chest. “But not too bad. Napping earlier today helped a lot.”
“Let me help you finish, then we can soak in the tub,” Rhone suggested.
“That sounds amazing,” I replied. Working together, we had the kitchen finished in less than thirty minutes. Once upstairs, Rhone went in and started the bath while I unpacked my bag. “When did you get bubbles?” I asked, setting my travel case on the double vanity.
“Ssshhh, it’s a secret. Don’t tell my boyfriend.” He winked, setting two towels on the edge of the tub. “Need help?” he asked, watching me struggle with my shirt.
“I know I shouldn’t worry like I do, but I’m still concerned about tearing something inside,” I told him.
“Totally understandable, and the doctor did tell you not to overdo it so that feeling is more than justified,” Rhone said, gently sliding my shirt off.
This bathroom was easily bigger than any bedroom I’d ever had. Double sinks, separate walk-in floor to ceiling tile shower with dual heads. The garden tub was angled in the corner with ample counter space to place candles and relaxation supplies. The window above the tub was frosted so no one could see in or out but let in just enough moonlight to help set the mood. “This bathroom is amazing.”
“Perfect for two,” Rhone said, nipping the side of my neck.
“Mmm, what did you say?”
His laugh vibrated through me, his fingertips grazed the naked flesh along my hipbone. Shuddering, goosebumps broke out as my cock woke up. Something I always thought would embarrass me to do in front of a man— get hard— but after that first time with Rhone, the awkwardness dissipated. When someone found you beautiful, made you feel beautiful and you could see it in their eyes, in their actions, it made all the difference in the world. Rhone took me by the hand, holding it as I sunk down into the warm water before sliding in behind me. Leaning back, I rested my head against him and was in dare I say…heaven. Although feeling his erection against my back was doing nothing to help deflate mine.
“Here, scoot up a bit,” Rhone said, gripping my hips to adjust me however he needed me to be. “There.” With me in place, he squirted body wash on the bath sponge, and began gently washing my chest.
“Feels good,” I mumbled, thoroughly enjoying being cared for in this way. And yes, this was another first for me.
“Good, it’s supposed to. I like taking care of you, Ely. Making you feel good,” he said, tracing my cock with the sponge. The mesh grazing along the sensitive flesh was sending sparks through me. I’d done everything in my power these last two weeks to avoid getting excited, afraid of muscles tightening that shouldn’t be and prolonging the healing. But now, now I wanted to come by Rhone’s hand as he’d relinquished the sponge, replacing it with his capable fingers. Drawing a line up the underside, circling the glans. Slowly stroking me. I was putty in his hands. His very talented hands.
“Ely,” Rhone said, his breath tickling my skin. “Let go. Let me take care of you.” I tried my best to relax. “Hold still, let me do the work.” That was the hardest thing to do. With each stroke, I wanted to move with the motion, thrusting up when his hand did. Reseating myself as he reached the base of my shaft. This wasn’t one of those scenarios where you could sit still, but I did try. Rhone’s other hand moved, resting on my thigh, applying enough pressure to hold me in place without being forceful. Little did I know that being restrained in this manner would only heighten my arousal.
“Ely, you look so beautiful laying here, letting me do with you as I please,” Rhone said. His voice a deep, husky tone.
“Oh God,” I moaned. The ministrations, the way he spoke were like an aphrodisiac force.
“Watching my hand stroke your cock. You’re so fucking hard, Ely,” Rhone said.
“Rhone.” At his name, he bit down on the side of my neck, just enough that the painful pleasure forced my release to surface so forcefully my toes curled.
“That’s it, baby,” Rhone said, stroking harder, faster. “Give me all you’ve got.”