After Raiden finishes half the box of donuts, mumbling around the mouthfuls of the drama he’s heard coming from nurses and other patients down the hallway, he sits the box to the side and rubs his flat tummy. There’s a slight bulge there now from all the food he’s eaten and I’m sure he’ll have an upset stomach later that I’ll get to hear all about.
I reach across the bed, wiping the sugar from around his mouth with my finger and popping the digit into my mouth to suck it clean. Raiden’s eyes flare with heat, so just to tease him, I draw it out. Swirling my tongue around it like I did his dick. But even the sugary taste of donut glaze doesn’t compare to the taste of him on my tongue.
“Don’t tease me,” he whines, kicking his feet under the bed and attempting to dislodge the blankets. Instead he ends uptwisting them up more as I laugh and pull my finger out of my mouth, wiping my saliva on the side of my pants.
“I’m not, tiny dancer. But was last night not enough for you?” Before I left last night, I slowly jerked his cock while I whispered all the dirty things I wanted to do to him when I took him home. There was a lot of rimming, frotting, and downright fucking that was entailed and Raiden loved every moment of it. Coming way too quickly and still trying to beg me for more. Since he’s woken up, we haven’t gone farther than blowjobs and that was just for him. My dick has been rock hard in my pants every day and I’ll keep it that way until he’s ready to fully hand himself over to me.
“I need more, Jer. I’ve gone without it for so long.” He pokes his bottom lip out in a pout and I want to grab the pink flesh in between my teeth and bite it, to mark him until he’s walking around all day withmy bruiseson his lips. His brown eyes pleaded with me to do something, the longer lashes on top brushing against his eyelids with every pitiful flutter.
“You can wait a little bit longer.” And by a little bit I mean until later tonight, but he doesn’t know that yet. It was Connor who came up with the idea for acoming homeparty, and I was surprised. I had hoped they would get along after the drama with me and Liam died down, but when he was in a coma, Connor and Hollis grew more attached to Raiden. They were here all the time, soaking in every minute they could and making sure to help me whenever I needed.
“Can you at least give me a hand?” He asks, batting his eyelashes even more dramatically and his eyes hypnotize me to bend to his will.
“We have to be quick…”
I don’t get to tell him the rest of what I was going to say because the Doctor chooses that moment to walk in and I watch with humor as Raiden’s face falls when he realizes hewill, in fact, not be getting his dick touched. At least not in a sensual way.
“How are you feeling?” The Doctor asks Raiden, holding his stethoscope out to Raiden’s chest, and Raiden inhales and exhales exactly as he normally does, the sound of air rushing in and out of his lungs is a symphony of its own. I want to record it and keep it to play when he’s not around. There were so many times I was worried I would never hear it again.
“Good, ready to go home.” That’s Raiden–stubborn as can be and even if he was feeling bad, he would never tell the Doctor. He doesn’t want anything to set him back in his recovery, which I can understand. Did I not do the same thing when I first started rehab? Trying to push myself harder and harder way past the point I needed all for the sake of beingokayagain.
“You’ll be out of here in no time, I’ll have the nurse bring by your discharge papers and then you’ll be free to leave. You’ll also need to schedule a check up with your regular doctor in four to six weeks. Call up here immediately if you start feeling off…for any reason. It’s better to be safe than sorry when it comes to the type of head trauma you had.”
Raiden’s Adam’s apple bobs in his throat, the muscles flexing with his gulp but he nods his head in understanding. Maybe he’ll realize the scare he truly gave us that night. We haven’t talked about it but we’re going to have to. It’s going to be horrible and I’m already resenting having to relive the worst night of my life. But we need closure. To be able to stitch the wound shut and let it heal on its own.
“Okay, I promise I’ll call if anything is wrong.” Raiden swears like his life depends on it, and when his eyes meet mine the emotions lighting them that make my chest ache. I’ll be by his side as well, taking care of him in sickness and in health.
The Doctor nods his head, pleased, and heads towards the door he left propped open. “By the way… the nurse’s at the station flagged your heart rate for me to check. There have been quite a few times where your heart rate has jumped drastically—” he pauses his words, quirking his eyebrow with a knowing smile on his face. “Maybe wait until you get home to continue what you were doing before I walked in.”
My face heats, the tips of my ears burning like a kid being caught with his hand in the cookie jar. But instead of a cookie it was Raiden’s dick.
Raiden’s face isn’t any better than mine as we both try to hide our mortification. The doctor lets the door shut slowly behind him, and we both exhale a shaky breath.
“Scale of one to ten, how embarrassed are you right now?” Raiden asks me, biting on his lower lip. His white teeth dig into the flesh until he rips a small piece of skin and I see a drop of blood bubble to the surface.
“Maybe a 10? Is that the worst?” I ask him, grabbing his chapstick off the nightstand and stepping to the edge of the bed. I swipe the bead of blood off his lip and reapply his chapstick to help with the small wound.
“Yeah, definitely the worst.” He agrees, the flush staining his cheeks is spreading down his chest to the slight gap where his nightgown was pulled down so the Doctor could listen to Raiden’s heart. The dainty bones of his collarbone poke out from his skin and I fight the urge to trace them with a gentle press of my fingertips. After that encounter, and knowing that not only the doctor suspects what we’re up to, but the nurses as well…
Our eyes connect for a second too long, because a laugh bursts free from my chest. Raiden’s own soon follows behind until we’re both in fits trying to catch our breath in between heaving laughter.
Tears line his lower lash line and he wipes them away with his hand, his delicate hand where the bones and veins are protruding out of his skin, the soft supple hand that has bruisesmottling the back of it from the IV’s they removed. The marks still haven’t fully disappeared.
“Maybe when we get home you can jerk me off, in the privacy of your bedroom. Then we won’t have to worry about other people knowing.” Raiden wiggles his eyebrows and I kiss the warm skin of his forehead. He sinks his body closer to mine until he’s practically hanging off the bed to get closer to me. “I need you, Jer… But not just for that…” Raiden trails off.
I worry that he might need more help than I can offer him in the coming months. Therapy might be a great place for him to come to terms with all that he’s suffered, especially at the hands of that monster he called a husband.
My thoughts are jerked away from the bad path they were taking when Raiden speaks again. “I need you, just you, Jer. I know it hasn’t been easy with us.” I want to make him stop talking, to reassure him that we’re okay. No matter what he decides, I’ll be here for him. I’ve waited so long to be truly his, I can wait a little bit longer. “But, I love you. I think I’ve always loved you. Isn’t that crazy? The way I feel about you isn’t something I’ve felt before. You’re the calm before the storm, steadfast in your love and unwavering devotion… yet also the eye of the storm, raging and willing to destroy anything that risks hurting those that you love. And you’re the rainbow after the destruction, the one thing that offers refuge.”
My eyes prick with the conviction in his voice, knowing the depth of his emotions for me is better than anything I could have imagined.
“What I’m trying to say is… please be mine? Forgive me for all the times I’ve fucked up and promise to stick by me when I inevitably fuck up again? Can you still love me in spite of it all?” He asks hesitantly.
I reach for his hand, rubbing my thumb across the flutter pulse in his wrist, feeling him alive underneath my fingertips.
“I will always love you, Raiden. There’s nowhere you can goand nothing you can do that will ever separate us. Ever again.” A vow, a commitment made between us in this hospital room that has felt grief, longing, sadness. But so much fucking happiness its embedded in these walls. I hope whoever has the misfortune of sleeping in here next can take a slice of it for themselves, and that it will offer them comfort even when their life is out of their control.
“Do you promise?”
