Graham woke to find the bed empty and for a brief moment wondered if it had all been a dream. Then his body told him, in more ways than he could count, what had happened in the last twenty-four hours had been real. His ankle ached painfully, his ass ached but in that wonderful way which said it had been well and truly used by the only man who had ever really counted in his life.
He smiled to himself, remembering Quade’s declaring, even as he pounded into him, that he loved him. ‘Not for your body, though it’s pretty damned fine,’ Quade had managed to gasp out, ‘but for who you are, baby.’ Graham was barely able to get out the words ‘I love you too’ before they fell over the edge into ecstasy.
Pushing back the covers, Graham eased to the edge of the bed and sat up. When he put his feet on the floor he recoiled as pain shot through his ankle. “Bloody hell,” he growled, wondering how he was going to make it from there to the bathroom. He had the feeling even crawling, if he’d been willing to do that, would aggravate it more.
“Need help?” Quade asked, strolling into the room. His gaze went from the Graham’s pain-etched face to his ankle, not missing the morning wood he was sprouting. Crossing to the bed he helped Graham stand and half carried him to the bathroom. Chuckling when he realized the first order of business was Graham’s need to relieve himself, he kept his hands firmly on Graham’s waist, promising not to watch. When Graham was finished, Quade helped him sit on the edge of the huge bathtub. Kneeling in front of him, he eyed Graham’s erect cock, licked his lips suggestively and then, much to Graham’s grumbling frustration, began to unwrap his ankle.
“This doesn’t look good,” Quade told him once he could see it. It was still badly swollen and now bruising had appeared as well. “Back to bed with you,” he said succinctly as he picked Graham up.
“Put me down, damn it. I really need a shower.”
“Later.” Quade carried him back to the bedroom and the bed. “Stay.”
Despite his pain and frustration Graham laughed. “Isn’t that what I’m supposed to say to you… pup? Or would that be ‘cub’?”
“That would be ‘sir’,” Quade growled. “And don’t you forget it.” He grinned, bending to kiss Graham thoroughly before heading out of the room.
The kiss reawakened Graham’s flagging cock and he considered ignoring Quade’s order and going to find him. When he moved his foot however, he had second thoughts. “This could be a really long stay,” he muttered. Not that that thought particularly bothered him considering who his ‘doctor’ was.
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Quade returned a few minutes later bearing ice packs in one hand and a tray of food in the other. Putting them down, he helped Graham sit up with his back against the headboard. Placing the tray beside him, Quade told him to eat. He put pillows under the ankle to elevate it and placed the icepacks on either side. Then he sat back as he watched Graham wolf down the food.
“Yes. Besides it takes my mind off of other things.”
“And what would those other things be?” Quade dropped his gaze from Graham’s face to his cock, which was standing at attention, begging to be touched.
Graham caught him looking and chuckled. “That among other things, but I’m not really in a position for us to do anything about it, or yours.”
“I’d debate that. You’re in a perfect position.” Quade moved to settle himself between Graham’s legs, being careful not to disturb his ankle. Putting his hands on each side of Graham’s hips he took the head of Graham's cock into his mouth, licking and sucking, teasing the slit with his tongue.
Graham groaned, wanting more, wanting to push deeply into Quade’s hot mouth. When Quade took him fully into his throat, Graham fought to keep from instantly coming, riding the waves of pleasure Quade was giving him.
Enjoying it, baby?
Graham didn’t even react to Quade’s voice in his head. After having it happen several times last night he was used to it. “More than…” he moaned. “I’m going to…” He exploded, shouting Quade’s name.
After Graham returned to something close to normal, Quade crawled up the bed to settle beside him, kissing him gently. Graham tasted himself on Quade’s lips and in Quade's mouth when he delved into it. As he did he ran his hands down Quade’s muscled chest to the top of his jeans. Quickly he had them open and Quade’s rock-hard shaft in one hand. He stroked it, running his palm over the leaking slit, using the precum as lube. Quade growled low in his throat. Lifting his hips he pushed his jeans down and then closed his eyes, giving himself over to the waves of pleasure engulfing him until his orgasm consumed him.
Knew we could do it Quade pronounced in Graham’s head, unable to speak until he caught his breath.
“Practice, cub,” Graham replied, earning him a mock glare from Quade. “Hey, if I’m ‘baby’ you’re ‘cub’ so deal with it.”
“From you, I will.” Quade smiled as he kissed him. “Love you.”
“Mmm. Love you back.”