“Thanks, Mum, I will. Call you tomorrow.”
He hung up and sighed again, sounding knackered. “Yes, fine, thank you for getting Christian to stay with me.”
I sat up and squeezed his knee. “Why don’t you get some sleep?” I was about to say he had to get up early, but then remembered he didn’t work on Mondays.
Andoh.
“What about work?”
“Ahh, fuck.” Jasper groaned and rubbed at his eyes, before yawning. “I have no idea what’ll happen with that. I definitely can’t do the job I was doing.” He went to shrug, then thought better of it at the last minute. “I’ll give them a call tomorrow.”
“Okay.” I stood and looked down at him when he hadn’t moved. “Are you coming upstairs?”
His eyes had dropped closed and they fluttered open at my question. “To be honest, I’m really comfy here.”
My sofa was one of the comfiest things I’d sat on. Maybe he’d be better off kind of propped up a bit. “At least take your jeans off, though.”
He glanced up at me, a spark of interest in his eyes. “I’ll probably need help with that.”
I swallowed at the thought of getting that close to his cock again. “Yeah, okay.” Of course my voice came out rough, and Jasper smiled, a mischievous glint to his eyes.
That disappeared as soon as I moved a sleeping Angus and helped him up off the sofa.
“Ow.”
“Sorry.” No matter how careful we tried to be, his arm got jostled a little, and that was enough to make him grimace. I suspected it hurt a lot more than he was letting on. “I’ll get you some more painkillers. Wait there.”
He huffed out a pained laugh. “Not going anywhere.”
When I came back with his tablets and a glass of water, he hadn’t moved an inch. “Here you go.”
As soon as he’d taken them, I set the glass on the coffee table and faced him. “Right.”
“Right.”
“I’m going to take your jeans off now.”
His lips quirked. “Thought you’d never ask.”
I felt the blush creep over my cheeks, but I shook my head with a smile. “Stop it. You need to sleep.”
“Spoilsport,” he muttered, but his breath still hitched as my fingers brushed against his stomach to pop open the button on his jeans.
Neither of us spoke, the tension thick in the air as I slowly pulled down the zipper. “I’m going to slide them over your hips now, okay?”
“Okay.” I daren’t meet his gaze, not sure I what I’d see there. It was hard enough to be this close and not touch him.
He’s in pain, I reminded myself. He’s in no condition to be felt up.
Slipping my hands under his jeans, I carefully slid them down, what seemed like an inch at a time. They were tight. The only way I was getting them off his feet without toppling him over was if he sat down again.
“I think you need to sit down for the next bit.” It sounded so filthy in my mind.
“Whatever you say,” Jasper whispered, the words going straight to my cock. I groaned, couldn’t help it, and his soft laughter filled the room.
“Help me down again, then.”
Once he was settled back in the corner, I knelt on the floor in front of him.
