CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
Paul had ordered a variety of Chinese dishes which we tucked into, leaving very few leftovers. I was still taking painkillers so I reluctantly left the beer in the refrigerator and drank soda instead. We relaxed on the couch for a while afterwards until Paul got up and went to run me a bath. I stayed where I was, eyes half closed, thinking about how lucky I was to have finally gotten what I wanted. Things hadn't happened the way I would have wanted in the beginning. The worst part of it had been that I'd hurt Leah, but as much as I didn't deserve it, she had begun to move on and we had managed to hold onto our friendship somehow. I was happy for her too. Jasper was a decent guy and I hoped things would work out for them. Finally I could be myself and I would be waking up with Paul every morning from now on. At last I was person I wanted to be and there was no need for me to hide it any more.
"Hey, bath's ready," Paul said then.
"Thanks." I got up slowly and headed into the bathroom, eager for a hot soak after weeks in a hospital bed with nothing more than partial bathes from the nurses. "I really need to wash my hair; what there is of it."
"They said it's ok, so long as you don't scrub at it; the wound is healed up." Paul carefully peeled off the dressing as I sat on the edge of the bath and reported that there was a thin red semi-circular line from the surgery, which was completely knitted together. "I don't know why they didn't take the stitches out already; it looks like they're not needed any more."
"Is there any hair growing around it?" I asked.
"Getting vain, Jake?" Paul teased. "It's growing either side of the cut; I doubt it'll be visible when it gets back to the length you had it before."
I heaved a sigh of relief and lifted my arms as he pulled my t-shirt up to remove it. "Am I getting the full treatment with this bath?"
"I guess that depends. What did the doc say?"
"He said I can have sex as long as I'm not vigorous about it."
Paul snorted. "You actually asked him?"
"Yeah, I was getting desperate in there. I've waited a long time for us to finish our night..."
"At least you were asleep for most of it. How many times do you think I jerked off since then?" Grinning, he began to unfasten my pants. "Actually, almost none until Edward called me; I was too worried. But I think you should rest tonight; you look exhausted."
"Damn you," I muttered and yawned to prove his point.
A few minutes later I was naked and neck deep in hot water, relishing the feel of getting clean all over. Paul sat on the lid of the toilet, talking to me while I soaked, my eyes closed, until the water began to cool off a little. Then he carefully washed my hair for me and had me get up and sit on the end of the bath, my legs still in the water while he grabbed a sponge and began to soap me from head to foot. I squirmed and moaned as he scrubbed my back and chest, my cock quickly beginning to rise despite my need for sleep. I shifted my butt forward a little, resting my back against the wall behind me, silently begging him to give me some much needed attention as my erection quivered in front of me.
"Hope you didn't get in this state when the nurses were giving you bed baths," he said.
"I think I was dead from the waist down until you turned up." I hummed my approval as the sponge ran down one thigh and up the other, gently washing my balls before travelling up the length of my shaft and rubbing the head. "God, that feels good."
He continued his teasing, up and down tormentingly slowly until I was bucking my hips against the sponge in an effort to gain some friction, my fists clenched at my sides and my teeth digging into my bottom lip.
"Christ, Paul," I muttered. "I need to come."
The sponge was removed and I opened my eyes to watch as he plunged it into the water to wash out the soap and began squeezing water over me to rinse me down. I moaned in frustration as the task took far too long, but at last he was done. He quickly began to strip off his own clothes, tossing his shirt onto the floor and unfastening his usual tight jeans to release a throbbing erection. I eyed it longingly as he stepped into the bath and knelt in front of me, grasping my cock in one hand, much to my relief, and his own in the other beneath the surface of the water. I spread my legs further apart with a sigh, pushing myself impatiently against his palm as he stroked me, his other arm moving slowly as he touched himself. At last he leaned forward and took me into his mouth, the hot cavern drawing me in until my tip reached the back of his throat, lips stretched wide around me, eyes raised to meet mine. I groaned and shuddered, my own gaze switching between his face and my cock as it slid in and out of his mouth, and the movement of his other arm as he masturbated.
"Fuck, I'm not gonna last long," I gasped.
He hummed around me, the sound vibrating on the sensitive head before he ducked lower again, swallowing my length until his nose touched my pubic hair. I raised my hands from the edge of the bath and held onto his head as he began to bob up and down more rapidly, his tongue flicking at my shaft, hand following his mouth up and down until I felt myself beginning to lose control. He gripped tighter and I yelled out as I came, spurting into his throat and feeling it gulp around me as he swallowed. Then he was pulling off of me, a satisfied grin on his face.
"That was so good," I panted, looking down again and noticing his other hand still moving in the water. "You didn't come yet?"
"No..."
"Stand up, let me help you out."
He got up slowly, planting his feet apart at the sides of the bath, his erection jutting out in front of him, and wrapped his hand around it again. I rested my hands on his hips, drawing him towards me and watching eagerly as he continued stroking himself, the swollen purple head of his cock repeatedly emerging from his fist as he pumped it steadily. He was breathing hard, grunting and groaning every so often and I cupped his balls in one hand, massaging them and reaching around him with the other hand to caress and squeeze his butt.
"So close," he panted. "Gonna suck me or do you want to watch?"
"Hell...both..." I grinned. I leaned forward, extending my tongue to tease him as he slowed his hand movement and pushed himself against my lips. He took his hand off and rested it on the wall above me instead, rocking his hips and slowly fucking my mouth. I sucked firmly, taking more of his length in with each thrust until he was repeatedly bumping the back of my throat, his balls swinging gently against my chin.
"Feels so fucking good," he growled. "Can't wait to fuck you again."
"Mmm," I mumbled, pulling off a little to concentrate my attention on the sensitive head of his cock, nibbling and flicking my tongue against it until he drew back, leaving my mouth completely. "Hey..." I protested.
"Watch me come." His hand wrapped around his shaft again and began to move rapidly, his hips jerking slightly as he got close to orgasm.
"Jeez, that is so hot," I groaned. My softened cock began to stir again as I watched him pump himself, moans and gasps issuing from him and his hand suddenly slowing as the first string of cum shot from his tip and painted my chest. Several more followed until he was done, teasing the last drops from his tip. I leaned in again, pushing his hand off and taking him in my mouth to taste and lick him clean.
Paul picked up the sponge again to wash my chest and then we stepped out of the cooling bath and dried off quickly before heading for my bed. It was still early, but I was longing for sleep and Paul admitted that he hadn't slept well since our attack, with worrying about me and his own arrest. At last I was able to rest in my own bed and with Paul's arms wrapped around me, I drifted off with a smile on my face, my body completely relaxed. I didn't stir until daylight had brightened the room and I opened my eyes to find Paul lying a few inches away, watching me.
"How long have you been awake?"
"Not long."
"You should have woken me." I glanced at the clock and noticed it was almost eight-thirty.
"You need your sleep. Do you want anything?"
"Just you. In a minute." I felt better than I had since I'd woken from the coma and I slid out of bed to go to the bathroom, using the toilet and cleaning my teeth, relieved that I didn't feel like I needed to take any painkillers as yet. I didn't feel completely myself, but there was certainly a vast improvement. I returned to the bed eagerly, my cock half hard in anticipation. I didn't want to wait any longer and there didn't seem any reason to. The doctor had said it would be ok.
Paul was lying on his side the way I had left him and I slid close to him, brushing my lips over his. His arm crept around my waist and pulled me against him, making me feel he was hard and throbbing, just as needy as I was.
"How are you feeling?" he asked.
"Fine; almost normal."
"Are you sure we should do this yet?"
"God, Paul," I groaned. "I can't wait any longer. I swear, if you don't fuck me, I'm gonna tie you down and ride you and the doc said nothing vigorous."
"When you're up to vigour, I'm gonna hold you to that," he smirked.
I opened my mouth to respond, but I was cut off by his lips crushing mine in a searing kiss. Our tongues met, toying with each other, soft moans issuing from each of us and our cocks pushing achingly against each other's bellies. Paul slid a hand between us, grabbing both erections together and rubbing them against each other, dragging his mouth away from mine to breathe and let out a deeper groan. I edged backwards a little to give myself room to touch him, stroking a hand slowly over his chest and finding the nipple ring I loved to play with so much. I tugged on it firmly, making him moan and curse, his cock beginning to leak pre-cum which he spread down my own shaft.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" he murmured suddenly.
"Are you kidding me? I haven't stopped thinking about it; what would have happened if those guys hadn't attacked us. I couldn't wait for you to fuck me; to feel you come in me."
"Christ," Paul groaned and suddenly took his hand off us and slid both arms around me instead, hugging me tight against him. "I thought I was gonna lose you. When they said you were in a coma I thought it was over."
"I know," I murmured. "But I'm fine. I'm not going anywhere. I love you, Paul."
"I love you too." He loosened his hold on me and backed up, brushing his lips over mine. His eyes were serious, but his mouth curved up at the corners into another smirk. "Where were we?"
"Uh...I think you were about to grab the lube."
"How do you want to do this?" He rolled away from me and opened the top drawer in the chest beside the bed, pulling out a new bottle. "I bought some more," he grinned.
"Remember one time I had my back to you and my leg up?" I said. "I didn't have to move too much that way."
"That's what I was thinking." He kicked the bed covers down to the bottom of the bed and lay down again. "Stay where you are for now though. I want to see your face."
I remained facing him, meeting his eyes as he slid a hand under my knee and pulled my leg up, draping it over his hip and then stroking his hand over my butt. I felt myself trembling with anticipation as he uncapped the lube and coated his fingers, waiting for him to reach down and touch me. I lowered my hand between us and curled my fingers around his cock, pumping it slowly and almost holding my breath as I felt one lube-slicked finger run down the crack in my ass and pass over my hole, then circle around it, tormenting me with the lightness of the touch. I moaned softly, my erection twitching and begging for attention as Paul's finger pushed gently against me, seeking entrance.
It had been weeks and I knew I would probably feel some discomfort, but I breathed deep and stayed relaxed as the digit slid into me. Slippery with lube, it felt good as it probed deeper and began to thrust slowly in and out, carefully fucking me until I begged him for more.
"Please..." I breathed.
"Please what?"
"I need more."
"I'm taking my time."
"I'm ready. Please, don't tease me today."
"Stop touching me," he said suddenly. "I don't want to come as soon as I'm in you."
Reluctantly I released him and rested my arm around him instead, breathing out slowly as a second finger entered me alongside the first. I felt mild discomfort, but it was only fleeting as he carefully stretched me, reaching deeper until he nudged my prostate. My back arched and my eyes closed as I clenched around him, longing for him to replace his fingers with his cock. I knew he was just trying to make sure he didn't hurt me, but I was desperate for him to fuck me and I writhed and moaned, pushing my hips forward and rubbing myself against his hip.
He withdrew his fingers from me then and I groaned in frustration, squirming impatiently as he added more lube and then entered me again, three fingers making me grimace and suppress a curse.
"You're so impatient," Paul grinned. "We've got all the time in the world."
"I know, I just can't wait," I whimpered. "Lying in that hospital bed seeing you every day has been torture when all we could do was fool around a little."
"Stop talking; just feel." His mouth covered mine to smother any response and he curled his fingers upwards repeatedly, finding my prostate again and massaging it slowly until I was forced to break the kiss just to breathe.
"Holy fucking shit, Paul!" I cursed and he chuckled quietly, then to my relief withdrew from me again and pushed me away from him a little.
"Turn over."
I rolled over quickly, listening to the lube being opened and the wet sound of him coating his cock in it. I shivered with longing, knowing that I was about to feel him for real without a condom between us. I pulled my knee up as he moved in behind me, slipping one arm under my neck while his free hand guided me exactly as he wanted me and then grasped his cock which had been eagerly prodding my butt for the last few seconds. I felt the warm, slippery head press against me and then circle slowly, teasing me and making my hole twitch and clench.
"Please..." I moaned again.
"Sshh."
At last he pushed into me, the head of his cock slipping easily past my stretched muscle before he held still again, his breath catching in his throat.
"Hell, this is probably gonna be the shortest fuck in history," he muttered.
"Tell me what it feels like."
He inched slowly deeper, letting out a deep groan. "Hot..." he panted. "Slippery...soft, like velvet...fucking tight and wet..."
I groaned both from his words and the feel of him inside me. His hips were flush with mine now, his cock filling and stretching me, his hand tucked under my leg to hold me against him. I could feel his heat and the ridges of the swollen veins in his shaft the way I usually felt them with my hands or my tongue. Shuddering, I grasped my own aching cock and began to stroke myself while Paul held still for a moment and then began to slide in and out slowly, his body rocking against mine. He was panting hard, hot breath on the back of my neck and I could hear my own heartbeat thundering in my chest. The soft wet sound of the lube easing the way between us only aroused me more as our pace quickened, Paul beginning to thrust harder, straining to bury himself deeper with each push forward. His length repeatedly dragged over my prostate and I rubbed myself harder, my hand moving faster as I chased my orgasm.
"I'm so close," Paul panted suddenly, his fingers digging into my hip and his body grinding against me. "Come for me."
"Almost there." My hand was flying over my cock and I began to buck my hips, fucking my fist and pushing myself more firmly onto Paul's thick shaft. "Oh, God..." I moaned, my movements becoming jerky as I came, spurting onto the sheet in front of me, my ass clenching and squeezing, making Paul hiss and groan.
"I'm coming!" he growled in my ear and I held still as he jerked inside me, spilling his seed deep inside me for the first time. I felt warmth and wetness, his length pulsing and throbbing as he emptied into me.
"Holy shit," I whispered. "Feels so good."
He laughed softly in my ear, the sound shaky and breathless. His arm slid around me and he hugged me tightly, his lower body still pressed tight to mine. His cock softened slowly and slipped from me almost reluctantly, smearing wetness on my skin as it fell away from me. I lowered my leg to the bed, grinning as I felt warm fluid seeping out of my, wet and sticky between my thighs.
"That was amazing," Paul murmured.
"Mmm." I turned over to face him, feeling more of his cum dribbling from me as I moved. "I'm gonna need a scrub."
"You liked it though?"
"Loved it. If there are any condoms left in that drawer, they're going in the trash," I said firmly. "Wanna share the shower with me?"
"Yes, then I'll make us some breakfast."
"I don't think there's much in the cupboards."
"I've been living here the last few days, Jacob, I didn't just eat in the cafeteria downstairs," Paul smiled.
"You went shopping for groceries? Seriously?" I hauled myself off the bed onto unsteady legs, grinning as I felt another trickle of his fluid make its way down the inside of my thigh.
"Yes, I thought you might want a decent cooked breakfast today. There's bacon, sausage, eggs, bread, some frozen hash browns and a bunch of other stuff."
"You're amazing." My stomach rumbled with longing as we stepped into the shower.
"I told you I'd do anything you wanted until you're properly better."
"There's only two things I want you to do," I told him. "Feed me and...fuck me like that again. Jeez."
We took our time in the shower, washing and teasing each other until hunger drove us out of the stall to dry off and dress. I relaxed on the couch while Paul went to work in the kitchen, the smell of bacon and sausage cooking quickly reaching my nostrils. He brought me some coffee while he finished the breakfast and soon we were digging into large platefuls and planning what to do with the rest of the day. I wanted to go down to the gym and at least see Edward and the others although I wouldn't be able to do anything. Paul intended to spend some time doing research on the business he hoped to start. He had decided health products, supplements and so on would be the way to go and was debating between finding a wholesaler to obtain the items from or alternatively creating his own brand.
"You should make your own," I said at once. "I think people will like to try something new, especially if it's at a more affordable price and accessible to the masses."
He decided to look into doing that and first accompanied me down to the gym where I intended to sit in my office for a while and catch up with the guys. Edward promised to walk back up the stairs with me when I'd had enough, even though I insisted I would be fine.
I found a mountain of cards containing good wishes from my members and was touched by the messages as I read through them all. Edward had brought a handful into the hospital when I regained consciousness, but I hadn't realised just how much support I had. Details of what had happened to me had been all over the news and it seemed that everyone completely supported me.
"I should go out there and speak to some of them," I said.
"Are you sure you're up to it?" Edward worried. "Paul will skin me if anything happens to you."
"I'm fine, I just tire easily at the moment," I told him. "I'm not even needing to take the painkillers any more. Come with me."
"Alright."
I spent maybe half an hour in the gym, taking a seat on one of the weight benches when a dozen or more people flocked around me, delighted to see me out of the hospital and on my feet, all wanting to express their relief that I was back and ok.
"Where's your boyfriend?" one girl asked.
"Um...he's upstairs in my apartment." I glanced around the faces anxiously, expecting to see at least a few unpleasant looks, but there were none.
"I can't believe he got arrested," a young guy said. "That was ridiculous. Thank God that kid Mike came forward, and the other guy."
"Have the charges against him been dropped?" another asked.
"Yes, we might still have to go to court, but only to testify against the guys who attacked us," I told them.
"Hope they lock them up and throw away the key; homophobic assholes," a third man said.
"Will you be coming back to work any time soon? We all miss seeing you in here," a woman asked.
"Thanks, but it'll be a little while longer. The doc said I need to rest and take it easy for a while. I'll be coming down here to chat to some of you every so often, but it'll be a couple of weeks before I'm up to working. My right hand man here can handle it," I said, giving Edward a grin.
"And his right hand man," someone added, shooting a look at Emmett who had just sauntered over to join us.
"You guys are such a waste," the first girl to have spoken said suddenly. "You, Edward, Emmett, your man...what's his name? Paul? All the hot ones are always gay."
A few people laughed and then the group began to break up. I stayed to speak to a handful of others who came over to greet me and then made my way back upstairs, Edward firmly gripping my arm despite my insistence that I could make it on my own. I was actually glad of his assistance, however, surprised by how much the short trip downstairs had taken out of me. I returned to the couch to rest and let Paul take care of me the way he was determined to do, guessing that a couple of days of plenty of rest, decent food and my man would work wonders.