Raiden pulls me to him again, kissing me senseless, his tongue in my mouth as he explores and I let him, I give him everything I can.
A throat clears and I try to pull back, but Raiden isn’t having it, he groans low in his throat and my dick flexes in my pants from the sound.
Another throat clears and Raiden pulls back this time, an annoyed sigh leaving his lips as he glares at the intruders. It’s the Doctor who’s been taking care of him and a nurse I’ve seen quite a few times around the floor.
“Sorry to interrupt, but we have to take your vitals.” The Doctor’s face is pink, probably from how me and Raiden were just going at it, but I can’t find it in me to be embarrassed.
“Of course, I’ll move out of the way.” I attempt to do as I said, but Raiden’s grip on me doesn’t loosen and I flit my gaze between him and the Doctor, waiting to see who wins the battle of demands.
It ends up being Raiden after a silent showdown where he refused to let me up, and I didn’t want to cause him any more distress.
The nurse did her routine as she normally does, reading thescreens and writing down the numbers on her clipboard. She nods, just once, and turns to the Doctor. “Everything looks good.”
“Thank you, Kait.”
The Doctor waits patiently until the door shuts behind Kait before he comes to sit beside the bed. He crosses his legs and stares up at Raiden, cocking his head slightly to the right as his gaze locks on us.
“You’ve made a vast improvement, I’m happy to see that. How are you feeling? Any discomfort, sharp pain?”
“I’m hungry, but other than that I think I’m fine.”
“We’ll get you some food, but it has to be soft or liquid. Your throat is going to be irritated and your digestive system isn’t used to solid food yet so we’ll have to work our way back up to it.” The Doctor smiles, a small one that would be barely recognizable if I hadn’t spent the past months searching his face for any sign of news on Raiden. He’s typically stoic, never letting a hint of emotion pass across his face, but as he watches me and Raiden before he leaves the room, the smile on his face soothes any worries I had about Raiden making a full recovery.
“We’re going to get some of this stuff pulled out of you… I’m sure you want to go to the bathroom on your own.”
The door shuts quietly behind the Doctor as he leaves after removing the tubes from Raiden, and Raiden shifts around in the bed, bumping into me. “You okay?” I ask him, attempting to scoot myself a little further over the edge so he can have some more room.
“Fine.” His tone is weird, and when I look down at him, his face is flushed and his eyes are pinched tight.
“Baby, what’s wrong? What do you need?” In my panic, I try to sit up and accidentally pull the blanket off him. I try to fix it, covering his legs and torso back up, when I notice something underneath the hospital gown.
I swallow, my throat clicking with the sudden dryness of it.
He’s hard. His cock is tenting the thin fabric of his nightgown.
My own body tightens in response, my dick hardening and a drop of precum slips out of my slit, wetting the front of my underwear. It’s like all of a sudden my body realizes how long it’s gone without a release, and now it’s primed and ready to get the show on the road.
“Raiden–” I start, and then stop, not sure where my thoughts are taking me. All I want right now is to feel his cock inside of me. Thrusting down my throat as he spills his warm cum into me, leaving a piece of him inside to carry with me. A life essence that I’m going to die without if I don’t get the chance to taste him.
“It’s fine Jericho… It’s just been a while. And I think there’s a lot of relief from the catheter being out, too.” His attempt at a joke falls flat, but his dick throbs. I lift my eyes from his cock to his eyes, and he’s staring at me with an intensity that I’ve missed.
“Can I taste you?” The question is whispered, barely audible through the pounding in my ears. If he tells me no, I’ll understand and respect his wishes. I’ll just have to go into the bathroom and relieve my own ache with my hand. It won’t be the first, or the last time I've resorted to doing that when Raiden has been involved. I’ve been pining after him for years, what’s a few more weeks? Or months. However long it takes him to feel comfortable again.
“Can you help me shower first? I smell like a hospital and I doubt I taste any better.”
I chuckle, not wanting to tell him that I knew he would be thinking that when he woke up, and that’s why I always made sure to bathe him once a day.
I maneuver myself out of the bed, and help him stand as well. He’s wobbly on his feet, and I have the quick realization that maybe we shouldn’t do this. Hejustwoke up. I’m sure thenurses have a policy about this sort of thing.. But as I see Raiden’s smile as I hold onto him to help guide him to the bathroom I rationalize with myself that I don’t care. I’ll take care of him and protect him from anything that causes him harm. If he wants to shower, I’ll be there helping him every step of the way.
40
JERICHO
Maybe helping Raiden shower wasn’t my best idea. My clothes are soaked through and there’s water covering the floor of the bathroom. At least his hair and body are clean though. I rubbed a soft loofah against his skin, watching the suds run down him in rivulets. It was a different experience with him than it has been while he was in a coma. I did that because it was necessary, now it’s more intimate. Something shared between two lovers who are in the moment.
He’s laying back in bed, his hair is slightly wet but I’m searching for a blow dryer without any luck. I didn’t want to buzz the nurse station because then they would know what we did and I don’t want to listen to a scolding right now.
Raiden watches me, a sleepy smile on his face. “You’re so handsome.” He tells me, slightly propping himself up as I dig through the cabinets, hoping that maybe I missed over it the last two times I checked, but I’m still coming up empty.
