“Just wait until I can move again.”
“Oh, I am.” Foxx smirked. “Last, I recall, you owe me some leg disabling sex. I plan to hold you to that promise.”
Harlow scoffed. “Before or after I kill you?”
He fed him another bite before saying, “Wow, didn’t know you were into that. But I could get Daydric to make some zombies for you to fuck, if that’s what you want, Harlow.”
The man choked, and started coughing. With each cough, the human winced in pain. Once the fit ended, Harlow looked at him with a face full of pure disgust. “Do people actually do that?!”
Foxx wrinkled his nose. “I'm not sure.” He hesitated before adding, “But probably.”
Let’s be real…there were some real freaks out there.
“And I’m the one fucked in the head?”
“Yes,” Foxx deadpanned.
Harlow chuckled. “I sure am, but so are you, brat.”
Foxx sniffed. “I am just unique, not fucked. Though…” He giggled. “I want to be…well fucked. So…” Foxx fed him another bite. “Get better so you can get on with that, old man.”
Harlow shook his head. “Just keep pushing, see where it gets you…”
Foxx rolled his eyes. They both knew damn well that the only thing it would get Foxx was Harlow’s cock deep in his ass. Which was exactly what Foxx wanted.
Foxx finished feeding Harlow, before eating the whole bowl of mac and cheese himself, along with two biscuits slathered in probably too much butter.
Setting what was left over in the fridge, he snagged a bottle of water from the pack he bought earlier and asked, “Want something to drink?”
“No,” Harlow grunted.
“You have to drink something some time, Harlow. As much as the hospital pumped you full of fluids, and stared amazed at you still being fucking dehydrated, it’s been hours since then.”
“I can hold off. Just help me lay back down on my stomach. I want to ice my back.”
He frowned. “Don’t tell me you are trying to avoid having to piss.”
Harlow averted his gaze.
“Harlow! I’m going to have to help you to the bathroom anyway! What’s the difference if it’s to piss or shit?!”
“Just drop it!”
Foxx unscrewed the lid of the bottle and pressed the rim to Harlow’s lips. “Drink,” he ordered.
Harlow glared, but when his gaze flicked down, there was yearning there.
Ah ha! The man wanted it. He bet with how long it had been, Harlow felt as dry as the desert at the moment! The standoff lasted a few seconds more before the human finally opened his mouth after cursing.
Foxx smiled and slowly tipped the bottle back. Once Harlow had finished it, he helped the man lay back down and flip over onto his stomach. Getting the human’s ice pack from the hotel’s tiny ass fridge freezer, he placed it on Harlow’s lower back, right where the doctor at the hospital had told him to.
That done, with a happy sigh, Foxx laid down horizontally on the bed and rested his head on the human’s back—right above where the ice pack currently laid.
“Get off me,” Harlow growled.
Foxx giggled and said, “No.”
The human just growled again in response, but didn’t say more. A few moments later, a soft snore floated up. Smiling, he rolled to his side and stared up at the back of Harlow’s head. As his eyes traced a few silver strands, he couldn’t help but notice that there were more now than compared to when they’d first met. And as much as he loved the mixture of black and silver…the realization had his stomach dropping.
