Lucas got discharged on Haley's birthday! She rode up in her new car to take him home as I wheeled him out of the hospital.
"Hales! Do you like it?" he asked, despite knowing the answer. Haley was beaming.
"Of course!" she replied, grinning from ear to ear.
I had my own car so I decided to follow them to Lucas'. Haley helped me set him on the living room couch and then took off because I had set a birthday treasure hunt for her. During all those hours in the hospital where Luke just slept, I needed a creative outlet. The last clue took her to a restaurant for lunch with Nathan. Nathan was under the impression that he was meeting a scout for a basketball scholarship. The waiter was to give them a card explaining the setup and as mad as Nathan and Haley would get, it's her birthday. They would have to concur. Besides, their tutoring sessions seemed to be going totally smoothly. They were just too naive to realise that what they had was something worth being jealous over.
"Okay, don't get too comfortable. We are taking off to our house," I said to him, grabbing his crutches to help him stand.
"I know I am on heavy pain medications, but did I hear you correctly?" Lucas asked, leaning to give me a kiss instead of taking the crutches from my hands.
"Don't think, you will ruin the surprise!" I said trying to get out of the kiss, but he seemed adamant to make out.
"It's still going to be a couple of weeks before I can have sex with my Girlfriend now, the least you as a good dutiful girlfriend can do is let me kiss you!" he joked. "It's only my right."
My heart could never deny him anything, so I cupped his hands in mine and leaned in, moving at his rhythm. He pushed me onto the couch before leaning down on me, but he suddenly gave a yelp as a sharp pain erupted in his chest.
"Luke, are you alright!?" I screamt.
"Yeah, just stretched my torso more than it can take, I guess. This sucks, I like being over you," he joked.
"Come on, horny boy. Let's get out of here and make you comfortable," I said to him.
"So a handjob or blowjob?" he joked again.
"I think Nathan was right. They did fix your sense of humour along with your lung!" I remarked rolling my eyes and helping him up.
"Tadaa!" I said with jazz hands once Lucas and I had entered our bedroom.
"You moved all of my stuff here!" he remarked. "Brooke, isn't this too fast?"
"I mean we have been doing this for months, Luke, even if we just became exclusive a week ago. For me, this is the only fitting thing. You are not spending a moment longer out there, looking behind your shoulder waiting for the other shoe to drop. It scares me out of my wits to even imagine you in that position. This way Luke, I feel I can breathe again. You could never breathe out there, you never had space to just be. You were constantly looking behind your shoulder and your mother's.
Also, I have someone else who is responsible for me. It's tough living alone. I got a stomach bug a while ago during spring break, nothing major, but I could not keep anything down for three days. Peyton had gone with her dad on one of his voyages and I fainted in the house. I didn't even know how long I was out. I felt too dizzy to drive but I had to take myself to the doctors who were only interested in knowing where my parents were. You were stopped from any independence while I had way more than I could handle myself. So please, just accept this. It will be our secret. Neither Peyton nor Nathan nor Haley need to know anything about this," I gave a speech.
"Any ground rules?" he asked me.
"Sure, whatever you want," I replied.
"No, I meant do you have any house rules for us?" he clarified.
"Just please don't be a jerk who poaches my heart and then uses my vulnerabilities against me. I will never recover from that blow. Anything I say to you, stays with you," I wore my heart on my sleeve. He kissed my head in promise.
During the next few weeks, I made it my personal mission to nurse Lucas back to health. I took him to school and physical therapy; made sure he had his meds and even tried failing attempts at cooking him his meals. He hated having to be taken care of, but the doctor was proud of the work I was putting in to ensure his speedy recovery.
School time was insane. Tim had obviously not even waited two seconds to keep the news of Lucas and me being together to himself. He had texted everybody and the whole school knew. It blew their minds that the two most promiscuous people in high school were committing to each other. There were rumours of me being pregnant with his child as well as rumours of me being pregnant with somebody else's child that Lucas was claiming his own. There were rumours that Lucas' injury was from some intense sex that the two of us were having and it blew my mind at how creative they could get. If only they chose to use it in the right direction. We just ignored them all. Lucas and Haley officially joined our table on the quad for lunch and we stuck to our group, avoiding all the stares directed at us.
With each week, Lucas got stronger, yet sex was off the table. His first question during every doctor's visit was if he could get back to doing strenuous activities like sex and basketball. I always blushed when he did that and laughed when the doctor replied, "not yet." He would get mad and pout, but I liked watching him get worked up so cutely.
He did want to do other stuff though to which I conceded.
"Lucas, you really need a bath after physical therapy. Let me help you," I told him before helping him up the steps. Once the water temperature was set to the one he liked, I placed the stool under the shower for him to sit on and got him out of his clothes. His member sprang out at me as if he was ready for something more than a shower.
"Maybe I should change the water settings to cold," I smirked at him. He looked embarrassed and mumbled to himself. I eased the cast cover on and helped him onto the stool. He began rinsing himself while I stood there, watching, making sure he didn't slip or hurt himself. I eyed the purple marks on his chest which had been reducing every day. They were almost gone.
"If you like the view, how about paying for it? Ease me out, will you? I really miss being with you," he sighed.
"Fine, what do you want?" I asked him, a smile forming on my lips as well.
"Since I can't have my way with you the way I like, you're going to have to follow all my instructions," he commanded.
"Well okay," I responded, being game. "As long as they are within doctor's orders."
"Strip for me will you? Slowly, I want to enjoy the show," came his first instruction.
I blushed but unbuttoned my jeans slowly and let my hands take their own sweet time to get them completely off. Then I started working on the buttons of the white cropped shirt I had on. I could have easily pulled it over my head, but I could see the anticipation in Lucas' eyes as each button popped. Once I had discarded that garment on the floor, I moved to unhook my bra, letting my breasts pool out. My fingers hooked to the fabric of my panties and I slowly dragged them off my long slender legs.
Lucas spent a moment gawking at my exposed front. He breathed a deep breath to compose himself before giving the next instruction. This one came out a little husked than the previous one.
"Take a turn, I'd love to see you completely and tie your hair up, I don't like that pretty face covered," he said, his voice raspy.
I grabbed the scrunchie I kept at the shower door and pulled my hair up in a ponytail. Then I slowly gave a little twirl for his pleasure.
"Come here to me," he said as I started walking towards him. Now the jets were forcefully on me too, hitting my back as I stood in front of him.
My centre was right in his line of vision. He grabbed my hips and pulled me close, kissing me out there. My head instantly fell back as I tried to keep my knees from buckling.
He soon stopped and his finger started stroking the outer lips. Finding my clit, he rolled it in his fingers, applying just the right amount of pressure. I groaned as I felt something building inside me. Just as I was building up to climaxing, he stopped and took his hands away.
"Hey!" I groaned, desperately needing to feel that again.
"You follow my instructions right now," Lucas smirked.
"You're horrible Lucas Scott!" I screamed, folding my arms at my chest.
"No taking away my view! Arms remain down!" he screamed.
I let out a laugh as I let my arms fall back to my sides.
"Come kneel," he said to me as I got down, right in front of his erect member.
I don't wait for his instructions next as I take him in my hands. I go slowly as I trace my fingers around him. Next, I use my nails to go just lightly along his length. This does the trick as he can't contain his monas. The light feeling of my nails was enough to almost get him to the edge. I then move ahead to wrap him in my palm, rubbing him.
"Take me in your mouth!" he said between gasps. He was so close, I knew that.
I went and kissed his tip before taking him in. He was too large to take in completely. I licked him and sucked, going as far as I could. It didn't take long after and before I knew it, he gave a twitch and cummed into my mouth. He tugged my hair while he rode out his orgasm and smiled as he saw me try to gulp it all down like a trooper.
"Last command, bathe me," he smiled.
I took a loofah and squirted some shower gel onto it. I was careful with his body, making sure to avoid any sore spots. I rubbed it around his frame, especially working hard on his nether regions. He seemed to enjoy it, feeling the buzz. I helped rinse off all the soap suds and took the towel, working on getting him dry.
Once I had managed to dry myself as well, I attempted to pull the two of us out. Getting him out of the shower was hard with the wet floor but I managed to work it out and got him seated on the bed.
The funniest thing was his inability to put on his clothes himself. If he bent his chest, his ribs hurt and he could not bend his knees due to his broken foot. So I took out some boxers from the closet and walked up to him, still clad in a towel. I bent down to help him into the garment but he was too busy in his own thoughts. He quickly undid my towel where it clung to my breasts and let it fall off to the floor.
I rolled my eyes, not even bothering to hide myself in all my glory as I helped get him into the boxers.
"Should I also put the t-shirt on you or you will do it yourself?" I asked raising an eyebrow.
"Duh, you! Your boobs will be so close to me!" he said, sending me into a fit of laughter.
"You're messed up in the head Lucas Scott!" I yelled as I tried to get his t-shirt through his arms, but his head was too busy kissing all the exposed flesh of my mounds. Once he was ready, I walked into the closet and put on some underwear and Lucas' hoodie before proceeding to cook a very basic dinner, hoping it wouldn't be a total disaster that day.
"Sorry about my lack of cooking skills, Luke," I said sheepishly as I put semi-decent burritos on the plates in front of us.
"Pretty girl, the fact that you care so much is so sweet and you're most definitely improving. You only used eight pots today instead of your usual seventeen!" he joked.
"Don't be mean!" I said, flicking my napkin at him. "By the way, what do you want to do after this?"
"Well, sex!" he joked. "But since we can't do that, we can maybe just talk, get to know each other more. I want to know what all your sick parents did, even if it is difficult for you to talk about it."
I was surprised to hear him say that but gave him a tight-lipped nod. Once we were done eating, I helped him to the couch before proceeding to clean up the mess. I walked into the study before joining him once I was done. I opened a hidden closet in the corner of the room, obscure due to the bookshelves lining the wall. Grabbing a box, I walked back to the living room, placing it on the coffee table. I saw Lucas' eyes move from the basketball match playing on the screen to the box.
"I used to tell everyone I didn't keep a diary, but it's just 'cause I didn't want anyone to find it," I said to him. "These are all of them till fifteen. Once I started finding happiness in boys, I stopped writing because it felt like I was living in a constant loop. Anything that you want to know is in these books," I told him.
He sat up on the couch, grabbing a red book with a black b on top of it. He flipped through it, seeing my cursive handwriting. I felt the most vulnerable and exposed at that moment so I left and went up to the bedroom. "Just call out for me if you need anything," I said to him, not being able to understand how I had agreed to open up the deepest ends of my soul for him.
I tried working on some sketches, but I just was not able to. I kept thinking about whether Lucas was cringing at what I had written. Putting the designs back into my nightstand, I crept down the stairs and into the backyard from the kitchen. I went and curled into a canopy beach chair. Lucas was too engrossed in reading to pay any attention to me.
I watched all of his expressions. They changed from wonder to curiosity to disgust to panic to sadness every minute. One moment he would let out a giggle and a tear would slide down his cheeks the next. He was quick, he finished the first and moved on to the second in record time. After an hour of being outside, it got really freezing and I regretted not having any pants on. So I walked back inside, this time going into the living room and plopping myself on the couch. I put my head in his lap and put a throw over me. His hands played with my hair and cradled my head when things in the book got tough. I just switched to Netflix, putting on a comedy.
"What kind of guy tells his 10-year-old daughter who's about to go to her Elementary School Graduation that her dress makes her look thick? If you want to know the answer, it rhymes with "thick." And then doesn't even show up for the ceremony! What was wrong with that man? Did you really end up fasting for five days and youre telling me that nobody realised this until you fainted? My heart hurts for the girl who thought that maybe if she lost all the baby fat, her parents would approve of her and she would finally be worthy of their time," Lucas babbled to himself. I just let go of a deep breath, burying my face deeper into his lap, already tried having made peace with what it was.
He read the last entry of the book aloud - My parents don't see me and when they do see me, it's only because they are angry about something. My dad golfs, and my mom shops, and I can't remember the last time we laughed together... Or just sat quietly together. I'd like to just sit with them, be a family, hear them say they love me. I see my friends, and they seem to have real families. And maybe everything isn't as nice as I imagine, but feel like they have more love around them than I do. And that's more disappointing than I have words for. There's this thing called the burning boat festival coming up. We do it every year, and this year I can tell my mom wants to throw in my dad and my dad wants to throw in my mom. And me? I'd be happy to Chuck the whole thing in.
He pulled me up into his arms for a deep hug. I did not realise how much energy I felt had been sucked out of me just by Lucas reading my last entry out loud. I limped in his arms, barely able to keep myself upright.
"I love you so much and I will never do this to you," he promised.
"I love you too," I said before leaving a chaste kiss on his lips.
