"And you work for both Wimberley and the Guardians?"
Anders answers. “My brother and I do. We were recruited at the same time."
"So do you do the same thing for them as you do here?"
Anders and Odd shake their heads, grim smiles on their faces. "Not even remotely the same."
Rafi narrows an eye. "But you’re a doctor. You’ve taken care of our issues. That's not what you do for them?"
"I don't do repair work with them. It's more experimental than that."
Changing the subject, DB turns to Anders. "Are you going to need help getting the body out of there?”
"I could use a hand, but he's in a series of easy-to-carry packages now."
"And can I assume that you've properly cleaned out the room this time? Including the ceiling?"
Anders salutes him. "Yes, sir. It’s gleaming from top to bottom.”
“Fine. Let's do a quick debrief amongst ourselves, then bring in Hedy so she can put eyes on Ronan."
Thankfully, the debrief and conversation with Wimberley doesn't take too long, and Hedy is good-natured about the fact that I totally lost my cool on her. I’m grateful that I hadn’t fucked up the relationship with Wimberley.
"Thane, you've got nothing on my mom, or Edison, for that matter. If I'd gone missing, they would tear apart the entire planet looking for me, and they wouldn’t be nice about it. I promise you, a few words said in distress aren’t gonna hurt our relationship."
"Thanks, Hedy.”
Ronan follows that up with a colorful description about meeting the Berts, his eyes comically wide, his gestures getting bigger and more expressive until we’re all laughing and breathless. Fuck, I almost lost him.
We end the meeting, and I'm finally, finally able to take my man home.
I know he's been through a lot because as soon as we get in the car, he leans his head against the glass and immediately falls asleep. It’s a beautiful sunset drive and the colors along 2222 are gorgeous, but I can’t be expected to notice my surroundings with him curled up, peaceful and safe.
He wakes when I slow-turn into my driveway and gives me a sleepy smile when our home comes into view.
"I don't think I'll ever get tired of this view or this house. They’re so beautiful together."
I cradle his cheek with my hand. "I could say the same of you."
As much as I want to make love to Ronan, he's too creaky and achy and has been through too much to even think about it. I'm lucky to get a sandwich and a little bit of water in him before we collapse into bed. He still can't lay on his side, so I lay on mine and drape my arm around him. He squishes in closer, warm and pliable, and soon his breaths even out with a soft snore. I kiss the small details of his face and say a prayer that I can keep doing whatever it takes to deserve this beautiful man.
* * *
I wake up with a pillow over my face, my arm splayed out across it. It feels slightly earlier than my usual wake up time, but when I stir, I'm increasingly aware of the warm, wet pressure on my cock. I take the pillow off my head and am greeted with a spectacular site.
Ronan is folded between my thighs, his head bobbing over my stiff prick. As more of my senses come online, Ronan's familiar weight shifts between my legs, and he moans as my dick perks up. Ronan's eyes catch mine. They flash and sparkle while he doubles down on the glorious suction. He pulls down on my balls while sucking hard, making my eyes roll into the back of my head.
"Ro," I croak out.
He grins and moves up my torso, abandoning my poor, throbbing cock. A complaint fires up then dies when he begins tweaking at my nipples, sucking lightly, lulling me into a sense of comfortable eroticism. I stretch into the sensation, reveling in it until he switches gears, pinching down hard on one while sucking furiously at the other, creating a rolling wave of pleasure-pain between the two sensitive tips that causes my back to arch.
My dick leaks furiously, rock hard. He flicks one nipple then the other, and having sucked and pulled them into fat peaks, reaches into my drawer and finds what he's looking for. The pair of simple clamps he chooses are my favorite because of the heavy chain hanging between them.
I whine as he affixes the first one and grunt as he clamps down on the second. While the pressure has evened out between the two nipples, the bite of pain and tug of weight send me into the stratosphere. Pulling on the chain slightly, he grins as I start panting and cursing. He’s watching me, finding that line between pleasure and pain and riding it, hard. Shimmying back down to my cock, he runs his tongue between the foreskin and my head, flicking the delicate frenulum, sipping away at the precum.
Having already teased me mercilessly, he turns around, the movement weighing heavily on my nipples, and reaches behind himself. With a slow, teasing pull, he removes an impressive set of anal beads, eyes rolling back as each firm ball pops out of his little pink hole.
My nipples and cock at full attention, I watch him push the beads in and out, loving the little wet popping sound they make. When he's finally done playing with the beads, he straddles me, positioning himself over me. Leaning forward, he kisses me, probing me with his tongue as he slowly slides down my desperate cock.
