Chapter: Best Nurse Ever

Brian was weary about moving him as the last thing he wanted to do was cause Carter any pain, or make his injuries worse.

Carter coughed and he spat out blood, "Jus' get me to a bed."

Brian was going to do that anyway but it was good to see that they were on the same page. He carefully picked Carter out of the car. He had to give Carter credit - he was bruised and battered but still had a regal air. Huffing, "Yeah, yeah. I gotta get ya lazy ass into bed and then find you a doc."

Carter looking more relaxed now he was back home, let him know where he could find one "In my office - rolodex."

Handy he thought, he was glad to see that Enrique was back on his feet. The guard let loose a torrent of Spanish that Brian just caught and through back a, "Don't mention it."

Brian carefully placed Carter on the sheets. Carter was slipping into what he hoped was sleep. Brian kissed his forehead as he went to find a doctor that could stitch up Carter's wounds, and doing this meant he had time to prepare for seeing Carter. Seeing Carter against the black sheets somehow magnified the effects. Only seeing it briefly made him want to go and find Phillips all over again.

The doc answered his cell on the second ring, "What can I do for you Mr Verone?"

Brian bit back a smart response, "My partner is injured and I hear you make house calls."

Brian heard the doctor suck in a breath, "I see. Is Mr Verone ..."

Brian sighed, "He has been worked over and I think a rib or two are broken."

The doctor must have heard something in his voice, "And the captors."

"Oh, they are all alive. They can seek their own medical help."

The doctor, no stranger to the life that Carter led, understood implicitly what was being said. "I will be there in twenty."

Just as he was about to go back upstairs, eager to check on Carter, the phone rang. Brian didn't think, just reacted as he picked up the phone. "What?"

A scared underlying answered, "Ramirez wants more."

Brian pinched his nose in frustration, he knew the name - this was a guy that every law enforcement agent wanted to nail to a wall. An idea formed about how he could square things with Bilkins but that was for later.

"Put him on the phone."

Brian listened and was glad that his Spanish was so strong. He waited respectfully, and then hit back, "You wanna renegotiate, wait until the contract is up for renewal."

"Who are you?"

Brian was getting really tired of that question just lately. "Carter's second. He's indisposed ..."

He deliberately made the statement far more lewd than it had to be, as it was better to think that he was worn out because of him; than injured because of a competitor. Ramirez snickered, "I think that I will like you. Have him call me when you let him out of bed."

Brian laughed at that. "I will. The shipment will proceed then as normal?"

Ramirez was still laughing, "Yes, yes. I will get amusement for hours when I finally meet you both. To find the one who has tamed Carter Verone."

Brian frowned, he wouldn't think of it like that - neither was tamed and that was why they worked in the end. He left it with a simple, "And I you."

Mercifully, there were no more phone calls and Brian met the doc at the door. It wasn't that he didn't trust anyone but he didn't want to let Carter out of his sight just yet. He still had images of him bound to the chair in the abandoned factory, and that meant his murderous impulses were ramping up once again.

Carter was right where he'd left him thankfully. Enrique was looking annoyed, "He wants to get up."

The doctor laughed as he was more than aware of his patient's predilection for not resting, "Some things never change Carter."

Brian narrowed his eyes, whether he was willing to admit Carter had scared the shit out of him. "He better stay in bed of he knows what's good for him."

Carter winced momentarily as he the antiseptic was applied the cut on his cheek. "I will Corazon; if I have an incentive."

Brian rolled his eyes as he failed to hide his amusement that Carter was horny despite being the worse for wear. "Yes well be a good boy, take all your medicine and you will get a reward."

Carter laughed loudly, and gripped his ribs realising what a bad idea it laugh. "Oh but you like me so much better when I'm bad."

The doctor was surprised to see the merriment and real banter that existed between the couple. Personally he thought that it was a great pairing as Carter had seemingly found someone who was both gorgeous and strong enough to stand up to him. Oh the arm candy would keep him physically healthy but this one standing there with blue eyes of fire - he had the potential to make Carter better.

He stepped away having administered all the help he could give. "You are right. The ribs are injured, but not splintered. And therefore I won't bandage them as I will not do Mr Verone any favours.

"He needs to be careful, over the counter medication will take the edge off. He should make sure he breathes as deeply as he can for the next several days. And not to do anything strenuous. They will take 4-6 weeks to heal if allowed to do so naturally."

Brian just knew that life would not be so easy, but he'd deal. First step was to slide in bed next to Verone. He grinned hearing Carter grumble, Brian just shushed him, "Shhh tired rescuing your princess ass."

Carter snorted as that was the action that put the least pressure on his ribs, "If anyone in this relationship is the pretty one - that's you Corazon."

Brian snuggled closer and grumbled, "Don't be hatin' me cuz I'm jus' real pretty."

Carter knew he wasn't going to win this argument anytime soon so settled it with a, "Go the fuck to sleep."

The next morning Brian settled into a routine. He awoke to tease Carter into waking, and making sure he was not sore, change bandages for the cuts and watch him eat the food that the cook, Rosa, lovingly made her two boys. Once Carter was seen too - he would head to the office to make sure all the wheels involved in Carter's operation stayed running smoothly. He would deal with the inevitable comments of they wanted to deal with Carter not his 'puta'.

Brian made it clear that he was no one's whore and could be as ruthless as his lover when the mood took him. Brian was getting a little tired of his ever present shadow but guessed that he had little choice. Roberto looked a little sheepish when he stepped over the threshold to the office that Brian had temporarily taken over. He looked up from the paperwork he was clearing off Carter's desk. There was nothing like paperwork to raise a guy's stress levels.

"What is it?" He asked already knowing what it would be. Carter was an adorable badass in his own way but made a lousy fucking patient.

"The boss wants to get up."

Brian nodded, not expecting anything else really. Carter had stayed in bed like a good boy for the first few days but now he was getting restless. Brian knew exactly what to do to make sure that he stayed in bed. It was a simple plan really.

He walked into their room; somehow in all of this Carter had managed to move him into the mansion. "So you being a naughty boy?"

Carter Verone was the number one crime lord in all of Miami. He absolutely did not pout - ever apart from now. "I missed you."

Brian slid onto the bed, legs resting on either side of Carter's feet. Brian stalked up the bed until he reached his prize - Carter's cock. He slid down the track pants slowly and gleefully watched the hardening erection spring out. He licked his lips in anticipation; pulling a surprising moan from Carter. He wasn't trying to be seductive but he wasn't going to complain. His fingers grasped the hardening cock and he made a loose fist to jack his cock.

Carter sucked in a deep breath as he both loved and and cursed Brian's idea of breathing exercises. It amounted to either Brian doing his level best to suck his brains out threw his cock, or he would ride Carter slowly having prepared himself in front of him, and would then ride him, but the minute his breathing went shallow he would stop the action completely. Carter watched as Brian bent over and suckled the weeping head.

Brian smirked, which looked far more lewd as he was stretched around Carter's dick. He could see Carter was revelling in the sensations but also was remembering to breathe deeply. As a reward he slowly sucked down the shaft, swirling his tongue as he went. He revelled in the noises that he pulled from Carter - so much so that he started humming.

Carter was not gonna last. There were few pleasures in this world as great as Brian's talented tongue. And when he started to hum - he was gone, or so he thought. Brian relaxed his throat and he was being gripped by the muscles of the throat.

Brian held his breath glad that he'd picked up this little trick. He groaned in satisfaction, and started to ruthlessly jack his own cock. He repeated the swallowing trick twice and Carter was coming down his throat. He swallowed it all, and the little bit that he missed he left.

Carter groaned seeing the little bits of his own release painting Brian's face. It soothed the caveman in him. He whined, "Get up here."

He would have pulled him up if he didn't think his ribs would protest. A part of him thought, fuck it, do it again, but he knew one thing - until his ribs healed he couldn't fuck Brian - and that was all the incentive that he needed to behave.

He felt sleepy, which was not fair, but he was getting stronger and he couldn't wait for the day that he could fuck Brian through the mattress. He would keep that thought with him. He felt the bed dip once again, and smiled, feeling Brian snuggle up leaving him the bigger spoon. He felt Brian's cool lips kiss the crook of his neck, and he heard the whisper, "I love you so damn fucking much."

Carter was relieved that Brian felt the same way that he did - and he vowed to get stronger, buy his lover the best fucking birthday present - which was coming up - and making sure that Brian realised that he had no intention of ever letting him go - ever.