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I will definitely remember that . . .
“I need clothes. Will you bring me something? And my phone.”
The chuckle that leaves him is devious.
“Brendon, normal clothes from my dresser.”
“Aww, you’re no fun,” he huffs.
“Yo!” someone yells in the background. “That Johnson?”
“Yeah, I’m gonna go grab him some clothes and go get him.”
“Cool, man,” whoever it is says, then yells at the phone. “Hope you feel better, man!”
“Everyone says hi and shit,” Brendon tells me. “I’ll be there in a bit.”
“Thanks.”
Brendon arrives wearing my hat and a dopey grin on his face, carrying a bag.
“Your clothes, sire.” He bows and lifts the bag to me.
I grab the bag and his hand, pulling him toward me, and lift my mouth to his. He kisses me with a smile on his face. His nose is swollen and bruised with white tape across it. He also looks like he’s got black eyes, probably from the pooling of the blood in his face.
“How’s your honker?” I press my lips against his again, in a soft, easy pressure that I feel low in my pelvis.
“What’s wrong with it? I got a booger or something?” Brendon taps at his upper lip carefully. I shake my head and toss the blankets back so I can move to the edge of the mattress and put my feet on the floor. I have to move slowly, but I manage.
Brendon moves back to give me room, but I reach for his purple Darby U hoodie and pull him between my thighs. Wrapping my arms around him, I lean my cheek against his chest and sigh. I needed this. Brendon wraps his arms around my shoulders and holds me while I snake my hands under his shirt to find his skin.
“Do we have time for mostly naked cuddles when we get back?” I ask with my eyes closed, breathing him in.
“Maybe for a few minutes.” Brendon runs his hand through my hair and down my back.
“Okay, untie me.”
He pulls the strings on the back of the gown and pushes it down my shoulders.
“Is it weird that this is turning me on?” Brendon asks, and I smirk as I look up at him.
“Which part? Me being injured or undressing me?”
“The undressing of a hospital gown so . . . both?” He thinks about it as he hands me a shirt. “I guess I have a doctor-patient fantasy?”
“Okay, but that does sound hot. Do you want to be the doctor or the patient?” I pull on underwear, grateful he didn’t bring one of his weird pairs or something. When I stand to pull the underwear and sweats up, Brendon reaches for the waistband and does it himself while keeping our eyes locked together.
“I don’t like having to be the adult here, but right now I’m desperate to touch you.” His words are quiet, like he’s afraid of being overheard, but so full of need it hurts. “Please don’t make me adult anymore.”
“I’ll do my best.” I kiss him again, just a quick brush of lips while my dick thickens.
“How long until you can fuck again?”
“Doctor said about two weeks.”
Brendon groans and drops his forehead to my shoulder.
“You’ll be okay, cumslut. I’ll still be able to get you off.”
