6 WEEKS LATER
"Thank you so much for coming," exclaimed Cat greeting me at the door. I could hear Kyle yelling from deep within the house. Seeming how big this place is he must be really pissed.
"What's going on?" I asked.
"His physical therapy is not going well. He is refusing to listen to the doctor. He is pushing himself too hard." Ike and Craig went back to South Park two weeks ago, while his parents left a few days ago, I stayed behind because Kyle asked me to. I am staying at the hotel which is quickly adding up. I follow Cat down the hall where I hear Kyle cursing at who I assume is the physical therapist. Due to the burns Kyle received he is having to work to have full function with his left arm. He also has a hard time gripping anything at the moment. I feel bad for him as he feels pain still from being burn although he is in the process of healing. The 2nd degree burns are just about healed but the 3rd degree burns are a different story. Catherine leads me to a room that I assume is their gym. I see a small ball flying across the room.
"This is so fucking stupid!" yelled Kyle. I can see the physical therapist shaking a little. He looked young and inexperienced. Kyle looks at me with his face red and eyes watery from unleased tears. "Stan, what are you doing here?"
"I invited him. I thought he would be great help during your session today," stated Catherine.
"Thanks honey, your very thoughtful," Kyle is sitting on a bench in long sleeves. He refuses to let me see his burns. I can only see what they look like on his neck and hand so I can put two and two together.
"I am going to leave you guys to it," smiled Catherine. "I will be in my study if you need anything." Catherine walks away leaving the three of us alone.
"What are you working on Kyle?" I asked picking up the ball.
"I am suppose to squeeze that ball 10 reps, 3 sets,"
I smile at his gym terminology of it.
"Alright, is that all you have to work on today?"
"It's all I want to do today. I was going to try more but now I am not in the mood," I walked over to Kyle.
"Awwww, don't be like that. Come on, I will do the sets with you. We can do them together." I grabbed an extra ball from the physical therapist who looked glad I was able to calm Kyle down. I would have asked the physical therapist what Kyle needed to do but I know that would have pissed him off further. "Can we have some time alone?"
"I don't need to be here for him to do that. He should do this at least once a day for now. I will check back next week to see how he is doing. I am Brandon by the way." He shakes my hand.
"Nice to meet you. Thanks for taking care of Kyle but I can take it from here." Brandon looks relieved as he takes his leave, now it's just the two of us. I turn to look at Kyle sitting on his bench still. He looks more relaxed but still slightly annoyed. I walk over to him and squat down in front of him. I hand him the ball. "Here, I know this is hard. How about for every set you complete I'll give you a kiss?" Kyle laughed.
"I can get a kiss from you anytime I want,"
"But can you really?" I asked standing up putting my hands in my pocket. Kyle smiled.
"Are you still going to do the sets with me?"
"Of course. Scoot over," I sat down next to Kyle. I can see how much he is struggling to squeeze the ball. It also looks like it hurts him to do this simple movement. I happily reward him with a kiss after each set. The last kiss he started grouping me. I had to stop him. Granted I am glad to see he still wants to be with me sexually. We walk out into the hall and I follow Kyle. I have no idea where he is going.
"Why are you staying in the hotel?" asked Kyle.
"I don't know. I don't want to intrude on you and Catherine. Besides you just got back home and I wanted you to get settled in and comfortable."
"I would be more comfortable if you would stay here," I knew this was coming I just didn't know when. I could save some serious money because that hotel is not cheap. I have already spent more than what my mortgage is. My thoughts are interrupted with Catherine walking towards us.
"Honey, I have to go out to see my sister. She is going through some stuff okay."
"Is everything alright?" asked Kyle concerned.
"It will be once I get there. Stan thanks for coming and helping Kyle. You are welcomed here anytime okay." Catherine gives Kyle a kiss before walking off. She seems pretty busy for someone who doesn't work. I am sure she is flying out on Kyle's money. Soon as she is out of sight Kyle smiles at me.
"Now you have to stay here with me. You can't leave me here all alone." Kyle sticks out his bottom lip causing me to laugh.
"So I guess I should check out of the hotel huh?"
"Hell yes. Catherine just pretty much gave you the go ahead to come here. You can have your normal Stan room." I laugh.
"I need to go get my stuff,"
"Of course. I can have my driver take you," Kyle informs me he is going to freshen up and take his medicine while I am gone. He is smiling and seems like himself. He still hasn't told me the truth behind the accident but I know it's coming. The question is, am I ready to hear it.
I check out successful making sure I have everything. The driver loaded all my things and we quickly made our way back to the house. I have to say it is nice to not have to worry about driving all around in a city I do not know well. I come back into the huge house and it smells wonderful. The driver is taking my things to my room as I walk towards the kitchen. I see Kyle looking at something in a crockpot.
"Omg, are you actually cooking?" I laughed. I didn't mean to laugh but this was hilarious. The man has a chef for god sake.
"Shut up dude. I am trying here. I am trying out one of my mom's recipes."
"Well seems like you are doing well" I reply leaning on the long island. "What are you cooking anyway?"
"Nothing special but it taste great. Chicken and gravy with a side of rice. God bless the rice cooker because I have no idea how to cook rice." I start laughing again. "I am so glad you're here." Kyle walks over and kisses me. I reach up touching his face enjoying our moment. He pulls away. "So I am wanting to go for comfort so is it okay if we eat in your room?"
"Sure," I reply. "Oh I am going to need to go to the store for a few things. Maybe tomorrow."
"What do you need?" asked Kyle.
"Dude I only brought 5 days' worth of clothes. I need to get a few more items. I am not sure how much longer I will be here."
"Hopefully forever," smiled Kyle.
"Dude I still have a house I need to get back to,"
"Whatever I can pay your bills for you if that is the case," Kyle phone starts to ring and he picks up the phone. "Hi Dr. Martin, how are you?" Pause. "I am doing great. Tell me you got some good news doc?" I can see Kyle starting to frown and I know this is not good news. "So you are telling me I will not be able to play for the rest of the season?" I can see the tears forming. I walk up and hug Kyle lightly from behind. I can hear him signing into the hug. "Thank you Dr. Martin. I appreciate it." Kyle starts shaking and I know he is crying. "My team makes the championship and I can't even play." I don't know what to say to him. This almost feels worse than when he experienced missing the winning shot.
I kiss the back on his neck and this seems to please him. He grabs my hand and starts to rub it as if he is trying to calm me down. I want to feel him inside of me but now is not the right time.
"How long before the food is ready?"
"About another hour," he signed. He pulls out of the hug but holds on to my hand. He starts pulling me off down the hall. I know we are headed towards my room. Once inside the room he tells me that he needs to feel connected to me. Sexiest shit I ever heard. I start to remove my clothes. Kyle only removes his bottoms.
"Am I not allowed to touch the left side of your body?" I asked.
"You can but just be gentle. The area is still sensitive. It shouldn't hurt right now since I took my meds," he explains. I have Kyle lay down on the bed. I climb on top of him and I start kissing him trying to decide what my next move will be. His lower half has already come to life.
I lick the side of his neck that is not burned and make way down to his chest. Once I get to his cock it is even harder than it was a few minutes ago. The head is shiny from the skin being so stretched. I lick around the head before taking him into my mouth. I miss the taste of him. After a few minutes Kyle stops me.
"Get into 69 position," Kyle instructs. I blush because I have never done 69. I have seen enough porn to know what to do though. I climb on top of Kyle carefully. "Move your hips back more. I still can't reach you the way I want." My face feels so hot as I move back some more. I decide to focus on his dick instead. I lean down taking him back into my mouth. Given my position this feels even more exciting than usual.
"Ah," I cry out as I feel Kyle lick my hole. Dear god I am starting to like having him eat me out. I got back to sucking Kyle nice and slow. I am moaning as he adds his fingers. I can see my saliva starting to drip down his balls after some time. Kyle works up to three fingers and I am getting close. "Kyle, I'm going to come if you keep doing that."
"Come then," he said. My breath gets caught in my throat as I started to come on Kyle's shirt under me. I am breathing heavily as I climb off of him. I start stroking him with my hand before I slide down on him. I look down at Kyle as he takes a deep breath.
"Let me know if you need me to stop?" Kyle nods quickly letting me know to keep going. I start grinding my hips slowly finding me a rhythm that I think suits the mood. I change up my pace when I start bouncing up and down a little. Kyle moans are getting louder. He slides his hand up the front my chest squeezing one of my nipples.
"Shit," I moan. I love the way he makes me feel. I can feel myself become hard again. Kyle uses his good hand to start jerking me off. I start to think about how I could have lost him. I could have never seen him again; I could never touch him again. I feel myself becoming overwhelmed with emotions as I locate my prostate from my current position on top of Kyle. "Ahhh, right there." I feel Kyle bucking his hips causing my spot to be hit harder. "Ahhh, yes, um, I love you Kyle, yes." Kyle grips my waist as he started to thrust in me harder. I grabbed my own cock and began pumping my hand.
Kyle and I come together loud and very messy. Kyle sits up so he can kiss me which I happily welcome. I feel bad that I messed up his shirt. I get up to grab a warm wash cloth. I come back and start wiping Kyle down.
"You didn't have to do that,"
"I wanted to," I replied. I head back to the back cleaning myself up before climbing back into bed with Kyle. I snuggle into his side starting to feel a little guilty. Catherine is out there taking care of her sister and I back here screwing her husband. Kyle sits up after a while.
"I am going to go and fix our plates. You can stay here and rest."
"Shouldn't I be saying that to you," I replied smiling.
"Probably," said Kyle walking out of the room. I hug my knees to my chest feeling so happy. I know Kyle is. It is the first time I told him that I loved him besides the day we were in the hospital. I sign and grab my phone to see if I had any messages. I am still looking at my emails when Kyle comes back in the room with the plates. I quickly grab the plate from his bad hand. "I had it."
"I know but you look tired," I noted getting comfortable on the bed with my plate. I saw that Kyle was struggling to hold on to the plate. He did good though. He sat down on the other side of the bed turning on TV across the room. We both dig into our food very happy with the outcome.