Angel woke to the bed moving softly and blinked a few times to read her phone. Almost 8am, I guess Stu's up she thought. As her eyes adjusted to the dark again (all rooms with beds had blackout curtains in them here) she saw Stuart's eyes were squinched shut, still indicating sleep. But he was moving and what she saw made her gasp and laugh at the same time, and then feel quite awful about it.
The beds movement was indeed caused by 2D, right over his crotch was a tenting and he was bucking, straining his hips upwards, trying to get friction against the heavy comforter, for his morning wood. She snorted again in laughter and immediately covered her mouth with her hand as not to wake him.
Poor little thing she thought with pity. It had been over a year since the accident and she got a vibe Stu's sex life was probably not the most active, you could tell a lot about someone caring for them most all the time, even if you never spoke. She wondered, given how sadistic and generally fucked in the head Murdoc was, if Muds had ever gotten a girl to fuck him since they'd met.
She bit her bottom lip and looked at the scrawny man. He had pushed a lot of the comforter off in his sleep, which he did quite often. She always helped him put pajama pants on over his boxers and he slept without a shirt on. He had probably pushed the covers off recently, his chest was exposed and he was sweating, he was so thin, no matter how much food she fed him, he never seemed to gain weight. Trying so hard to gyrate his hips against the comforter with his arms straight by his sides, his thigh muscles tightening over and over and his big hands clenching when he pushed upwards. She felt a slight blush and didn't know why. She had seen his cock a thousand times getting him to the bathroom and in the shower. This was the first time she saw its outline hard though, a big piece of equipment for such a scrawny guy she thought.
The whole spectacle was the cutest thing she had seen in a while and she couldn't help but watch. She realized why she was blushing suddenly, it was turning her on! She had an odd taste in men, and always thought Stuart was very handsome, plus she was in a dry spell herself, you might say.
Feeling guilty for watching, Angel took Stu's hand and guided it to his pants, carefully and gently pushing it into his boxers and on where she thought it should touch his cock and maybe instinct was still there to take over.
Stu's eyes were screwed shut tight but her efforts were in vain as he quickly dropped his hand back along side him and continued to clench his fist as he went up against the comforter.
Sighing, she felt defeated, this poor poor boy. He didn't even have the sense to have his instincts kick in. She kept watching first because she didn't know how to make him STOP, and second, because she thought maybe this would end well for him, maybe that friction was enough, maybe he would surprise her and cum after a while.
But 5 minutes later she realized that probably wasnt going to happen. Feeling up and awake she debated waking him up but damn it if she had no idea HOW. Before she even realized it, her hand was gliding under the covers towards Stu's crotch. She hovered it in front of his cock, outside his pants of course before she realized what she was about to do. 2D thrust upwards again and bumped into her hand, and feeling friction, he kept pushing upwards, his ass must be a foot off the bed she thought. His little fucked up face looked so determined, it screwed up more, she heard him grunt with exertion again and again, until she drove her hand in through the button fly of his pj's and then the button fly of his boxers and grabbed his dick, hard.
Immediately two things happened. First, she felt rather a lot of precum, dripping down his also rather large dick. Second, he collapsed on the bed and let out a loud gasp and his breathing became extremely ragged.
Taking a moment to contemplate what she was doing because it felt so immoral, she decided in a heartbeat and stroked his dick slow and tightly from the fat head to the base, prompting 2D to gasp again and blurt out some complete nonsense gibberish sounds, all the while remaining completely still.
"Oh,ho,ho, my poor baby's been so deprived haven't you my little dirty stu-pot" she whispered, thinking out loud. She always talked dirty during sex, and damn it if she wasn't going to now when the other person couldn't even hear her
Besides its just a hand job, she thought, what are we in the 8th grade again?
To her surprise he whimpered, it surprised her so much she thought maybe she had hurt him and let go of his dick.
Immediately 2D started thrusting his hips wildly upwards, assuring her she hadn't hurt him, and she quickly began stroking his cock again. His hips made little thrusts upward while she was jacking him off and little whimpers and gibberish noises came from his mouth, as she was trying to make it pleasurable as a hand job with spit for lube could possibly be. After about 3 minutes, she could tell he was close by the weird animalistic noises he was whispering through his gritted teeth, and she picked up the pace while putting her free hand in his boxers to fondle his balls. She almost gasped when he grabbed them, they were huge! It had to be bc he hadn't cum in so long she thought, they were huge, had to be, easily the biggest balls on any man she'd ever been with!
Angel blushed in the dark, this whole thing was supposed to be her helping her 'client', but she had been getting more and more turned on as time ticked by. one of her secret turn ons were big balls and she could feel herself getting wet ever since she had grabbed them.
She thought of what Murdoc would say if he saw this and quickly put that out of her mind and focused on massaging 2D's engorged balls while keeping up the quality of her dick stroking so he could get off. 2D started bucking more and more against her as his breathing became erratic and more labored, he was bucking so fiercely Angel couldn't help but wonder how he'd act if they were straight up fucking, but her thoughts were interrupted by an audible noise that definitely didn't sound like it could come from D's lips and the sensation of warm syrupy fluid now all over her hands. 2D was perfectly still and somewhat rigid as she hopped up to wet a washcloth to wash him off with. While cleaning him up, he started to move about, having already fell back asleep, and curled on his side, grabbing her pillow and hugged it close to his body.
She sat back and looked at him, seemingly nuzzling the pillow like it was another person, he moaned a low tone and within the minute was snoring again. Angel smiled at D, she expected to feel dirty and almost like a rapist but she felt nothing of the sort, and quite honestly wished she could cuddle up with him, but she had to get breakfast started. Thinking, whether he knew it or not, D would be feeling a lot better today, for once able to take care of his morning wood, she wanted to make him a good breakfast, she threw some clothes on before washing her hands a second time and going to prepare food.
2D ended up sleeping all day, unusual for him since Angel had been there, he usually went everywhere with her, especially after she realized Murdoc would never give her a break and PROPERLY care for 2D while she was out running errands. But after seeing his deep slumber at 10am, noon, and still at almost 2pm, Angel just decided he'd wake up when he woke up.
The next morning, Murdoc took great pleasure in asking her if she had slept comfortably, but his pleasure was soon cut short when he had to watch 2D come into the kitchen with an unprovoked grin on his face that he wore all day. Murdoc found Stuart to be an inconvenience, still the same, if not more so due to Angel doting over him all the time. When he even thought Dullard was not completely blank or miserably in pain, he would get irritated seemingly for no reason. Stupid git, Murdoc thought, wasting his life and he don't even know it.
Conversely, Angel took pleasure some days, when she had the time, in being overLy nice and sweet to the poor boy, when she knew Murdoc was around. She liked to rub it in his face that 2D had his own personal attendant to spoil him if she so pleased, and Murdoc, rock god that he considered himself to be, had to take care of himself.
Today, was one of those days, and Murdoc found them to be increasingly more annoying. She wasn't his damn girlfriend, although she certainly could act like it. When 2D came found his way downstairs and awake, if you could call it that, Angel immediately lit up. "How's my handsome boy today?" She smiled, and went to the fridge to make him a late breakfast at 4pm. Murdoc had been in the living room, which was adjacent to the kitchen, but heard the noise and popped his head over the couch to see what was going on. Seeing Angel get out food, "Oi, what's for dinner luv?"
Angel snorted, "I'm still not even halfway done with your list of 'important shit', so it looks like you're on your own. Sorry I'm moving so slow, I'm a little achy from sleeping on the floor."
Murdoc felt a pang of guilt. But not enough to apologize and tell Angel to return to sleeping in her own room.
Over the next week, Angel made more of a show with her work as well, trying to trick Murdoc into feeling guilty for making her sleep on 2D's floor. Although every night she would crawl into bed with D, and about half the time, end up giving him a happy ending in the morning. It was not helping her current situation, not being able to fuck anyone herself, but she could tell it immensely helped 2D as he seemed happier, as much as a vegetable could, but Angel was more in tune with her patient. Murdoc even noticed he'd been sporting that dopey smile more, which was somewhat irritating when the bassist was constantly working, and hitting walls, with his financier, to get his band off the ground. No one he met with could sing or play worth shit, and his "girlfriend" was getting less and less impressed.
Angel was doing a slight limp when putting away dishes one day when Murdoc came into the kitchen. He grabbed a beer, opened it with his teeth and sat down at the table with the paper. After watching the younger-than-his-gf woman move about the kitchen his guilt built up and he decided he needed to keep the help happy, without seeming like he had no backbone.
"Oi, 'ngel?" He called, not looking away from his paper.
She stopped with the dishes and looked over at him.
"Not tryin to make a big deal outta it, but... I feels bad not bein able to find ya that cot... If you'd stop acting like a wounded animal, I'd like to make it up to you." He peeked over the paper.
She raised an eyebrow and went back to her work. "Forget it Murdoc, there's nothing you have that I want."
"Oh come on luv, ol' Mudsy'll do anything your little 'heart desires." He grinned, waiting for her to be flattered.
"Thanks anyway, but no" she walked over the the laundry closet and turned on the washer,ignoring him when he tried to protest. Murdoc shrugged and went back to the paper. "Whoteva" He mumbled. Then shouted, "Don say I neva offa'd!"