“This happens in hospitals.” He gives a nervous laugh. “I want you to live, remember?”
I nod, watching him. His hand tightens on my thigh. The pressure sends a line of sensation up my spine. He’s got my cock throbbing under the blanket. He’s scared, but he won’t let go.
“You talk a lot for someone who isn’t affected.”
He shakes his head and keeps talking. “I just don’t want you to think I’m taking advantage. Or that I’m—” He cuts himself off, swallows. “Enjoying this. I’m not. Obviously. That would be weird. You’re my… patient. Sort of. And you’re terrifying. So. My body’s just confused.”
He shifts as he says it, bringing his hip closer. The blanket tightens over me, leaving nothing to the imagination. At thesame time, his own body betrays him. Something firm brushes my knee through the fabric of his pants.
“Jonah. I can feel your confusion. And you’re shaking so sweetly.”
“I’m not.” But the answer comes too fast.
His fingers curl, grip tightening like he’s bracing himself. Neither of us moves. He realizes it a beat later, jerking his hand back like he’s burned.
“I have to pull the blanket up.” The words tumble out. “So you don’t get cold. And so I stop… seeing things.”
He reaches for the edge and I let him. When the fabric drags over my cock, a sound tears out of me. The pain is a sharp, white line, but I catch the flash of fear in Jonah's eyes and the sting becomes a secondary thought to the hunt.
Jonah flinches, his hands snatching back in a panic. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to.” He swallows. “I’ll give you space. You probably want me to go.”
He starts to push off the bed. Wrong direction.
“Come here.”
He freezes. “What do you want me to do?”
I don’t raise my voice. I don’t need to. “Here.” I lift my hand and curl two fingers.
He moves before he has time to stop himself, stepping back to the bed, close enough that I feel him there. He hesitates at the edge, hands tight at his sides. I catch the front of his sweatshirt and pull.
“What are you… what are you doing?”
“Putting you where I can see you.”
His knees hit the mattress and a broken sound leaves him as he lands against me. One hand braces on my chest near the bandage. The other presses into the blanket over my stomach.
“Relax.”
He shakes his head. His breath runs ahead of him. I lean back and pull him with me, taking his weight until his body settles against mine. I don't have the strength to force him, so I use the weight of my silence to pull him in, letting the air in the room do the work for me. I feel his cock strain inside his sweats. “Are you hard for me,malysh?”
He stills. “I… no. I mean… maybe. Oh god. I didn’t mean to react like that.”
I pull him closer until his thigh presses hot against mine. “You are. And you’re already following my lead.”
My hand slides from his leg to his waist. My thumb follows the path over my chest where he touched the tattoo. His breath slips.
“Lie to me once, Jonah, and you won’t like how fast I correct it.”
His body shivers. I can feel the weight of his heart against my ribs, a frantic, rhythmic pulse like a trapped muscle hitting a wall.
“I don’t know how close you want me,” he whispers.
I tilt my head until his hair brushes my jaw. “This close.”
Fear crosses his face. He stays. His hands settle beside my thigh. His weight sinks into me. “I shouldn’t,” he says, but he does not move. My wound burns. My cock stays hard, and his does too, trapped against my side. He looks at me like a man who knows he should move and refuses.
When you wake like this tomorrow,malysh, I will take what your body keeps giving me.
