“Shhh. I’m trying to woo you.” Is his answer and then I realize what he’s doing.
I quickly reach in my back pocket, grabbing my phone out and holding it behind his head as I scroll to find what I’m looking for. When I finally click on it, the soft ballad echoes in the house around us.
“Even after all this time?” His tone is astounded. But “Tiny Dancer” isoursong. It’s what we danced to at Prom, the first time I held him that tightly to me and vowed to never let him go. It’s the song I played in the car when I finally fully let him back into my life. It’s the song that I named him after.
“Always,” I say softly as we sway to the music, both of us clinging to the other and enjoying the peace of the moment.
After the third repeat of the song, Raiden decides to pull back. He nibbles on his lip, on the same side where his piercing was. He looks beautiful without it, but right now it seems like he’s missing a piece of himself.
What I’m going to suggest is crazy, and probably not my best idea but I’ve never prided myself on being a sane man when it comes to Raiden.
“Maybe we should go get your lip repierced… and I could get a piercing too?” I blame Hollis for putting this dumb idea in my head, but if there’s the possibility that I could heighten Raiden’s pleasure even a smidge more I would be selfish not to do it. It can’t hurt that bad, right?
***
It turns out that it actually can hurt that bad, and while I’mdriving home trying not to bend myself over in the fetal position to alleviate the pain, Raiden is having the time of his life admiring his new jewelry in the mirror. He’s oblivious, or maybe ignoring, the pain I’m in.
Getting my leg amputated? Fine. Having to deal with the love of my life being in the hospital? I can get past that. I don’t know if I’ll survive the pain I’m in now.
One piercing wasn’t enough. Noooo. I thought I was a big, bad veteran who could look pain in the face and laugh. And then pain took that as a challenge.
My dick hurts so bad I think it might actually shrivel up and fall off. That’s not out of the realm of possibility right now.
“How cute do you think I look right now?”
I think if I answer I might actually projectile vomit, so instead I stay quiet and keep my gaze narrowed on the road.
“Jer?” Raiden says, his eyes burning into the side of my head.
“Cute, so cute.” The secondcuteis more like a wheeze when it comes out and my pulse pounds in my dick and a lone tear streaks down my face.
“Oh god, are you okay?” Raiden is finally realizing the state I’m in as we near our house, and with us being so close I figure I can just wait until we get out and I can crawl into bed and hold myself and my dick. I probably won’t actually hold it, because the amount of pain I’m in will not be eased by me cupping myself.
I park in the driveway and exhale a deep breath, failing to hold in my wince as I unbuckle my seat belt.
“Told you, you should’ve only got one,” Raiden murmurs under his breath when he opens my car door and extends a hand to help me out.
“Not helping,” I say through gritted teeth, but still hold his hand and try not to squeeze too hard when a throb of pain ricochets through me.
“Not trying to,” Raiden remarks happily as he unlocks the door and holds it open for me. It’s his first night in the house, and I was planning on defiling him in every room in the house. Those plans are on hold for at least two to five weeks. Depending on how the piercings heal.
Raiden’s going to take about the same, but since his lip has already been pierced and they went back through the same hole, it won’t be as much of a worry. He decided on a hoop this time, the dainty silver metal cuts across his lip, and if i wasn’t in so much pain it would be a turn on.
I decided to go big or go home. People typically get one or two piercings for the Jacob’s Ladder. I didn’t think it would be that bad, so I decided to do three. That way it’s all done in one go, and I doubt I’ll get another piercing.
Worst mistake ever. And if I wouldn’t have already paid for all of the piercings, after the first one I would have backed out. But then I would have been out two hundred dollars, and I wasn’t about to waste that. I’ve dealt with worse.
At least I thought.
“Quit being a baby, let’s shower and then we can get in bed.”
Bed sounds nice. I’m not sure about a shower, but I know I need one before I crawl under our clean sheets. There’s nothing worse than a dirty body on a clean bed.
“Let me get a couple of tylenol first.” Am I supposed to take tylenol this soon after a piercing? Probably not. Do I care? Definitely the fuck not.
Raiden leads me to sit down on the closed toilet seat while he fetches the medicine from the cabinet. Filling up a cup of water, he hands me the cup and the pills. He grabs my crutches to help me after i take my prosthetic off, giving me room to hobble closer to the shower before he turns it on. Steam starts to billow from the clear glass doors, and I remember to flip on the switch for the floor warmers so whenwe get out we won’t have to worry about cold feet from the tile.
The shower is the least sexual thing we’ve done, he leaves a small gap of space between his legs and mine from where I’m sitting in my chair. I don’t even want to think about getting hard right now, but when he starts to wash his own hair, I take over doing it for him, slowly and gently, massaging his scalp and rinsing all the soap.
