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Once she’s gone, I move closer to Tom’s bed and reach up, running my fingers through his golden locks. His hair definitely feels less silky smooth than usual, but it’s still beautiful. “You want me to wash your hair?”
“I want you to ride my dick.”
I let out a snort of laughter at the blunt declaration. Bloody hell, I want that too. It’s been three days since the Lancaster game, which is three days longer than Tom and I have ever gone without having sex before. But it hasn’t exactly been a priority amidst all the worry and uncertainty and the general just wanting to be here for Tom. We haven’t spoken any further about his playing future, but I know it’s something that’s been on his mind constantly. As has the fact that he’s now publicly out; surprisingly, he appears to be taking that aspect of things completely in stride. I’m sure he would have preferred for things to happen on his own terms, but now that it’s out there, he seems to be happy to just go with it. I’m so fucking proud of him.
“Babe, you have no idea how much I want that too, but we’re going to have to be careful. You’re still injured.”
“Fuck my injury,” he grumbles. “My cock hurts more than my leg.”
I offer a wry smile and duck my head to steal a quick kiss. “When Josie comes back with the stuff to wrap your leg, I’m going to take you into the bathroom, scrub your entire body down, and suck on your dick until you’re exploding down my throat.”
Tom lets out a soft groan, one hand reaching down to rub over his cock, which is tenting the sheets of his hospital bed. Then he surprises me by shaking his head. “Nope. Not good enough.”
My mouth falls open. “What? You don’t want a blow job. I thought you loved my?mouth?”
“I do, but…fuck, Archie, I need to be inside you. How about a blow job now and a fuck in the shower?”
I quirk an eyebrow at him. “Now? Here? Where anyone could just walk in?” That issounlike Tom. Have those drugs done something to his brain?
“Fuck, I just need you to get me off,” he groans. “It’s been forever.”
I glance back at the door, then at Tom’s hard dick, my mouth watering at the sight. But as tempting as the prospect is, I’m not sure I can bring myself to actually suck him off right here. What if someone barged in and snapped a photo? Tom might be adjusting well to being out, but I doubt he’d cope with being an internet porn star.
“How about a handy?” I suggest instead. “Will that tide you over, Mr. Hornypants?”
He sighs. “I guess.”
“Loving the enthusiasm, babe. I’m really feeling wanted right now,” I say dryly.
His eyes find mine, full of warmth and affection. “I always want you, Archie.”
I return the smile and start pulling the sheets aside, sliding my hand under Tom’s hospital gown. Just as I’m about to get my hand on his cock, the door to the hospital room slams open, making both of us jump. I snatch my hand away, shoving it behind my back as though that will prevent our new visitors from figuring out what I’ve just been doing.
“Whitford!” Robbie, Davey, and Viz all shout as they make their way into the room.
Once I’ve recovered from the shock of their entrance, I can’t help smiling at the three of them. Robbie is carrying a giant bouquet of balloons, Davey is brandishing a bottle of whiskey, and Viz is waving a pride flag around.
“Fuck me, it’s like the Wish version of the three wise men,” Tom grumbles under his breath, just loud enough for me to hear.
“You guys know he’s leaving the hospital today, right?" I say to them, lips twitching with amusement as Robbie makes himself at home in the armchair I’ve been sleeping in for the past few nights.
"Well, we weren’t really expecting him to drink that here,” Robbie says, gesturing to the bottle in Davey’s hands.
“Yeah, boyo, probably not a good idea to mix whiskey and pain meds,” Davey says.
“Thanks for the advice,” Tom says dryly.
“How are you doing?” Viz says with a smile, tucking the pride flag in place over Tom’s legs like a weird half-blanket.
“I’m in pain, and it’s your fucking fault,” he says bluntly.
Davey’s eyebrows arch in confusion. “Why? What have we done? We just got here.”
“I have blue balls because the three of you cock blocked me,” Tom says with a scowl, arms crossed over his chest.?
I run my hand down my face. “Fucking hell, Tom, what are those meds doing to you?”
Robbie’s mouth falls open in horror. “Oh, fuck no! As much as I don’t want to hear about your old man balls, I refuse to be the reason they’re turning blue. Robbie Sexton will never be a cock blocker.” He stands up and turns to Davey and Viz. It’s a bit unnerving how serious he looks; his expression isn’t too far from his game face. “C’mon lads, let’s leave the lovebirds to their business.”
