Are you sure?
You need to listen to me this time.
The firmness made Bowie’s guilt grow. “I’m sorry.”
Kari paused in the bathroom doorway, looking down at him. “Sorry for what, Babycakes.”
Heat filled his pale cheeks at how he’d spoken aloud. “I wasn’t talking to you,” he muttered through his mortification. Could this be any worse? He couldn’t see how.
The chuckles coming from Kari brushed his cheek right before he was carefully lowered to the floor. Every muscle sang its own uncoordinated tune, with a dose of pins and needles adding to the throbbing elbow. Bowie moaned in distress and on reflex, reached out to grab at Kari to steady himself when his legs didn’t feel able to hold him up, only he used the arm Rex had kicked.
“Ooowwwieee,” he cried out.
“It’s alright, I’ve got you.” Kari wrapped an arm around Bowie’s waist and guided him to the toilet. He put the seat lid down and helped Bowie lower onto it.
Sitting, his bladder woke up, and he cried harder with the urgency to pee fighting the desire to hold still as the blood returned to his limbs. The terror of peeing his pants once more was real.
Kari’s eyes narrowed in concern, then he placed his hands under Bowie’s arms. “You need to use the toilet?” It came outlike a question, but Bowie didn’t need to answer. “Hold on to my waist and I’ll help you.”
He released a moan of distress, squirming on the seat. He was sweating so badly at this point, it felt like he was sitting under a heat lamp. Bowie knew his legs wouldn’t hold him up, and he didn’t want to wet himself in front of Kari. It somehow felt worse doing that in front of Kari.
He dropped his head, crying silently. His hands bunched into Kari’s suit jacket, and he moved with him when he lifted Bowie carefully. He hid his damp face in Kari’s jacket when he fumbled awkwardly, lifting the seat, then undoing Bowie’s trousers one handed and working to tug them down one side at a time until his bottom was bare.
At this point, Bowie didn’t think his face could get any hotter, despite the tears, when Kari took hold of his dick and moved it to point at the toilet bowl beneath him.
“Pee for me.”
Of all the things Bowie considered he would hear Kari say, that was never on the list, and yet somehow, he did as he was told, crying the whole time.
They muddled through, and Bowie’s head shut off when he found himself naked with water splashing on tiles as Kari waited for the shower to warm.
Emotionally exhausted, Bowie left Kari to it. He followed instructions as Kari washed and dried him, putting some of the soothing cream Bowie had in the cupboard on his neck and elbow. Finally, he carried him back into the bedroom wrapped in towels.
Lethargic, his body like a string of spaghetti, Bowie’s head lolled forward when seated on his bed, his eyes closed. He tugged the towel draped over his shoulders closer to him, thinking he could just lie back and go to sleep.Hide.
The sound of drawers opening and shutting, followed shortly by the noise of his closet door creaking, brought Bowie’s head up and his eyes flying open. The alarm registered a second or two later at what was hidden inside, accompanied by the lingering barbs in his skin from Rex’s nastiness about what he had in the closet.
“Nooooo.”
Kari glanced back at him with a look of inquiry, brows merged.
Bowie could see his teddy bears sitting on the shelf, and he didn’t know how to explain what he wanted, feeling faint.
Kari shifted his attention back to the closet and without hesitation picked up the oldest, tatty blue bear and carried it to Bowie.
He braced, waiting for the diatribe. The man in front of him crouched, a soft smile gracing his full lips.
“He’s a cute bear. Does he have a name?” he asked, placing it in Bowie’s lap like it was the most natural thing in the world.
In automatic response, when Boo-Boo was his comforter, and he needed it with how unsure he was about Kari’s reaction, he clutched it to him. It was nothing like he’d expected. Then, nothing of what had happened since Kari had found him was. He had no energy to work out why.
When Bowie remained tongue-tied, Kari rose and went back to the closet. “There is a snuggly pair of slouch pants and a matching top on the shelf. I think they’re perfect for bear snuggle time.”
How did Kari know that?
He said it so matter-of-factly, Bowie blinked slowly as he tried and failed to understand what was happening.
Kari dressed him in the outfit wordlessly, then stood in front of him and used the towel from around his shoulders to rub gently at Bowie’s wet hair as he smiled softly at him.
