“You’re going to be fine,” Perian mumbled. “Just fine.”
He slept.
Perian was roused a few times but it was interspersed with heavy sleep. The doctor was back, and she was checking the wound again. She said that nothing had gone wrong, butit was still dangerous. Perian told Molun that was doctor-speak for everything was going well, and he didn’t need to worry about anything…
He woke again when someone else climbed into the bed, and he saw that Arvus was back. He wondered if this meant that maybe he should getoutof the bed, but Arvus curled up on the other side of Molun and pressed his face into Molun’s neck. He was clinging to him, and Perian thought that maybe he was crying, and it would probably be more disruptive at this point to get out of the bed, so he would just close his eyes…
Perian woke again when someoneelseclimbed into the bed, and this person smelled like the best person ever. Perian sagged back into him with relief. Brannal pressed a kiss to the side of his neck.
“It’s all right, dear heart,” he said. “We’re all back, and we’re fine. Just sleep.”
Perian did exactly that, and was woken next by the sort of whispered argument that you had when you were trying not to wake people.
“Is this really the best use of your time?”
Ugh. Perian’s least favorite person. All right, not hisleastfavorite, since those had been banned from the castle. But right up there in his not preferred person category.
Brannal was practically hissing. “Being here for my friends and colleagues? Yes, I rather think it is.”
“All cozy in bed together? It’s absurd! It’s not appropriate!” Cormal spluttered.
Brannal’s voice went cold. “I rather think that it is exactly what everyone needs right now. I would really appreciate it if you took your moralizing somewhere else.”
“It’s a sick room!”
“Where everyone is getting what they need to get well!”
The sound of footsteps angrily stamped away, and Perian sighed. Brannal pressed a kiss to his cheek. “Don’t worry about him.”
Perian was too tired to give this muchthought.
Another conversation that Perian was pretty sure he’d woken up in the middle of, and he didn’t really understand what was going on.
“Look, I know it sounds ridiculous, but I promise it will help,” Brannal said softly.
A pause, and then Arvus’s deep rumble. “Are you sure? It doesn’t exactly seem appropriate.”
Brannal’s voice was full of entreaty. “It’s exactly what they need. Just trust me, please.”
“If you say so.” Arvus sounded doubtful but agreeable.
And then there were the soft sounds of skin against skin, and Perian breathed in the sweet scent of slowly growing arousal. He let out a pleased huff of breath. Yes, yes, that was definitely what he needed. That was so much nicer than all the worry and injuries.
It was a hand, he thought, a hand moving along a hard cock, and it was moving faster now, blurring up and down, and there was a twist, just the way Arvus liked, and a soft gasp, and he was coming.
Perian drew in a deep breath. It felt like the first deep breath he’d taken in a while, as warmth uncurled inside of him.
A kiss was pressed to his cheek, and Brannal said, “I’ve got you.”
And then there was a hand stroking him, a hard cock grinding against him, and Perian leaned back into it and let the feelings roll over him, let the energy flow into him, where it felt like it was filling him up. Brannal stiffened against him, and Perian smiled sleepily. Yes, that was exactly what he needed. It was always the best feeling.
He slept again, because he apparently had the worst manners ever. He didn’t even manage to say thank you or let Brannal know that had been really good. There was a lot of sleeping, so much sleeping, interspersed with some jerking off, which was maybe a little weird in bed with Molun when he couldn’t participate yet, but Brannal took such good care of Perian, and he didn’t really think that Molun would mind—apart from feeling left out.
And finally came the time that Perian woke to the sound of another voice,theother voice.
“We should wake up like this more often!”
Perian blinked open his eyes, turning to see that yes, Molun was awake. His face was a little creased with pain, but he wasawakeand he had spokenwords, and Perian was so happy, he burst into tears.
