"You said it." JJ shook his head. "It sucks all around." He came back to sit on the bed again. "You want me to go too, T?"
"No. No." He didn't care what they said. He loved Jerry.
"Okay, baby. I'm right here." JJ took his hand, holding on. "Right here."
He nodded, closed his eyes. Shit, this was just too fucked for color TV.
"You just relax, T. I'll take care of everything."
"Yeah?" He held on, hiding a little. "Okay." For once, he could do that.
He got a look and then his frou-frou business man chuckled. "Okay? No argument. Now I know for sure you got hit on the head."
"Bitch." He laughed, swinging at JJ's arm. "That's what they say."
JJ's laugh joined with him, the sound deep, right. "You don't remember that either? Probably just as well seeing what I saw."
"I don't remember any of it. Last thing I remember is you and me having supper."
"Yeah?" JJ's fingers stroked the back of his hand. "Where'd we go?"
"That little place by the house with the shrimp and the oysters. We were playing footsie."
JJ smiled, eyes warm and nostalgic and fuck, wasn't that weird. "That place is still there. But I haven't had anyone to play footsie with in awhile. Hey, I could order some of that, get it Fedexed."
"Mmm. Can we have the mushrooms, too?" He loved those eyes. Fucking lived for them.
"You know it. With that dip... what did they call it?"
"Adobe something. Fuck, it's hot, but so damn good."
JJ pulled out his cell phone - damn, look at that fancy schmancy thing - and turned it on. "Don't tell them I used this in here -- they'll kick me out."
"Used what? I didn't see anything." He reached out, fingers petting Jerry's belly, sliding on the slick material of the dress shirt.
JJ grinned at him and hit a couple of buttons. "Hey, Tim. Yeah, It's Jerry Wortmeyer. I have a special request tonight. I'm going to need it shipped to Mesquite Medical Center, Room 412. I know it's gonna cost the earth, I don't care, okay? Good. I want two orders of the shrimp. One of oysters, one of mushrooms, that Adobe sauce." JJ grinned up at him. "You want anything else, T?"
"Caramel apple pie."
Oh, God yes.
"Oh, yeah, dessert." JJ nodded. "A caramel apple pie. Yes, the whole thing. And a pecan pie. You've got my Visa number, yeah? Good. Excellent."
JJ flipped the phone closed and turned it off again, slipping it into his pocket. "It should be here by midnight."
He hooted, tickled to death. "Fuck, JJ. We'll never be able to pay the Visa bill."
"Tell you what; let me spend five minutes before we eat it catching you up on how the company's doing and I'll expense it." JJ winked at him, looking well pleased.
"Yeah?" He reached for Jerry, smiling. "It's been good for you then? The last few years?"
Jerry shifted, coming in closer, hip snug against his side. "Yeah, it has. Real good. You've been doing pretty good for yourself, too, from what I hear." JJ winced. "Oh, man. I'm sorry."
"I." He sighed. "I guess that's good for me." He guessed. Maybe.
JJ shook his head. "I don't know, T. I don't think anything that puts that look in your eyes is good for you."
"I just... I can't believe I walked away. I can't believe you let me."
"Sitting here, I'm having trouble believing it myself." JJ took his hand and brought up to those lovely lips, pressing a kiss to his skin.
He moaned, fingers wrapping around JJ's cheek, drawing Jerry closer. "Please, JJ. Kiss me."
"Baby... I." JJ groaned, leaned in and pressed their lips together, JJ's breath sliding against his lips.
Oh, fuck yes. He opened and let the kiss deepen, fingers searching over the familiar shoulders. JJ's tongue slipped into his mouth, sliding over his teeth, slipping against his tongue. It was just what he needed, the flavor and passion and heat of Jerry. One kiss melted into another, Jerry's lips commandeering his mouth, leading the kisses until finally they pulled away, those bright eyes gazing at him.
"Hey." Love you. Don't go.
JJ's fingers slid along his cheek. "Hey, T."
"Stay?"
"Long as you need me, baby."
"That could be a long time." A real long time.
"Oh, I imagine I'll piss you off before too long. I seem to remember being pretty good at that."
He chuckled, suddenly tickled. Yeah, they could sure enough tie it up. "We do make up well, though."
JJ's smile was slow and sure, wicked as fuck. "We do at that, T. We do at that."
Thaine's cheeks went dark red, cock starting to fill. "You're making me hard, lover."
"Well it's good to know I've still got it." JJ winked at him, but then backed off some, sitting up, hand patting his. "But I don't think that's such a good idea. You're pretty banged up."
"Yeah. I know. It won't last. I just... You're right here."
"Now you're just buttering up my ego, letting me know what a stud I am."
Thaine started laughing. "Mmm. Butter."
JJ just chortled. "Anyone would think you're hungry, T."
"Hey, I got appetites! Needs!"
"You always did. Played hard, loved hard, ate big." JJ gave him a wink.
The door to the room opened, a white-haired nurse coming in with a tray. "Oh, someone heard you were hungry, T."
"There better not be tapioca on that tray."
"You didn't ask for it specifically?" The nurse asked, putting the tray on the table on the far side of his bed.
JJ looked damned near to choking on his laughter.
"Evil people. Trying to starve a poor cowboy."
"You can't have solids until you've proved you can keep it down and pass it through, Mr. Russell. We have to make sure everything is functioning correctly first."
She swung the table so it was over the bed. There were a bunch of pots, one with a creamy soup, another with pudding, another that couldn't be anything but fucking tapioca. Goddamned hot water with a tea bag and a box of milk.
JJ was still laughing at him.
He shook his head, just pushed it away. "I'm not that hungry."
"I'll just leave it and you can have what you want. We'll clear it up in about an hour, but that'll be it until tomorrow morning," she warned. "You ring the bell if you need anything and I'll be back for rounds at ten. We'll get those stitches out then. You try to rest, now."
She caught JJ with a glare, making JJ bite his lip to get his laughter under control, and then off she went.
He fixed Jerry with a look. "You'd best not be laughing at me, boy."
"Me? I wouldn't dream of it." JJ chuckled and came back to sit on the side of his bed again as soon as the door closed on the nurse's ass.
JJ poked through his food. "You should try to get a bite or two down -- just to show you're trying, then you can tell her you've farted up a storm and nobody'll scream at you for eating solid food later tonight when our delivery shows."
He faked a fart, then poked idly at the mushroom soup. "This stuff looks shitty. Scary. Damn."
"There's always the tapioca." JJ shifted, moving just enough to get out of his reach.
He hefted the pudding, considered chunking it at JJ.
JJ raised an eyebrow. "Two can play that game, T. And I'm more mobile than you just now."
"Cheat." He stuck his tongue out and grabbed the other pudding. That didn't suck entirely.
"Am not. And no sticking that out unless you're intending on using it." JJ winked at him and moved back beside him, sticking a finger into the tapioca and eating it. "I don't know what you have against this stuff."
"It's lumpy and foul." He gagged a little, finished the pudding.
"I don't know. It's a little like come." JJ looked at him, face dead serious.
"Jerry. Gross."
JJ just laughed. "Oh man, the look on your face." God, that smile looked good, JJ's eyes just lit up.
He chuckled, shifting a little. "Can I get up on my own, man? Walk around?"
JJ sno
rted. "Do I look like a doctor? Nobody said you couldn't."
Thaine arched an eyebrow. "No, asshole. You look like my lover. He never had that bedside manner thing down."
"You're the one who asked me to come, T. You regretting that already?"
"No. I haven't ever regretted you, Jerry. Never."
He was given a smile that was more sad than anything. "That's good to hear, Thaine."
"Yeah. Don't look like it though." Jerry brought him the pair of crutches he'd been using for the last few days as he got his feet on the ground, feeling a little bit shaky. Okay. Up. Walking. Macho. JJ was watching. Up. Breathe. The fucking air cast was doing its job, but his leg hurt like a son of a bitch. Still. Watch him be macho for JJ.
Click. Hop. Slide. Click. Hop. Slide. He could do this.
"No, it is. I just wonder if you'd say the same thing if you remembered the last five years is all." JJ nodded at him, backing off a couple steps to give him room. "You sure you're up to that?"
"Did I tell you I didn't love you?" He suddenly needed to know. "Do you still want me?"
"No, you never said that." JJ looked off for a minute and then back at him, meeting his eyes. "I do, baby. I don't know if that changes anything, but I do."
"Doesn't change a thing for me. I want to come home." He stepped forward, working to stop shaking, stop trembling. Fuck, he hated crutches.
JJ opened his arms, offering him support, just another step or two away. "Soon as they let you out, T and as long as you want to be there."
"Okay. I. Man. I feel like I've been in bed a while." He was covered in a cold sweat, moving right toward JJ. Click. Hop. Slide.
"You're the most stubborn man I know, T -- you can do it." JJ didn't baby him, didn't step closer to him, just waited, solid, there.
He didn't bother arguing, nodded. He stepped again, again. Fuck his leg hurt. Then he'd made it and JJ's arms went around him, pulling him against the solid, warm length.
"There now, I knew you could."
"Course I could. Kiss me." He leaned right in, resting.
"Bossy, bossy." JJ met his lips though, mouth warm, moving against his.
Oh. Good. Just like that. He sort of just melted, moaning. JJ's leg spread to support them, JJ holding him up, deepening the kiss little by little. Thaine just let himself go, let himself feel and taste and love on JJ with all he had.
One of JJ's hands slid along his back, finding his ass and holding on as JJ's tongue pushed in, fucking his mouth. His cock started to rise, pushing against the hospital gown. JJ groaned, the sound familiar and good, hitting him right in the balls.
"Jerry." His balls drew up, his hands holding JJ's face.
"Baby. God. Shit, there never was anyone who tasted as good as you." The hand on his ass squeezed hard and he jerked, one crutch threatening to slide out from under his arm.
"I want you. I can't believe I ever stopped, J. I can't."
"We didn't split over sex, baby. It was always hot." JJ grinned. "Always hard."
"Always. I'm hard now." Wanting. And not wanting to know why they split.
"I know. Damned near poking through my belly." JJ laughed softly, lips rubbing against his. "I'm hard, too."
"I don't know that I can kneel down to suck you, man."
JJ laughed hard. "Only you would try, baby. Get back in bed, let’s see if you stay up long enough for me to take care of it."
"I can keep it up for you." Hell, he'd only lost five years, not fifteen.
"All right then, let’s get you horizontal." JJ made it sound very suggestive. Of course it was now, wasn't it?
He nodded, started moving toward the bed. Oh, man. He'd forgotten how much work it had taken to get over here. JJ's arm went around his waist, casually, but it supported him, helped him make it.
His cock flagged some by the time he got into the bed, Jerry taking those fucking crutchy instruments of torture and leaning them against the wall, but he didn't lose his happy completely. Not enough to say he wasn't interested.
JJ's hands slid over his face, wiping away beads of sweat from over his top lip, his forehead. "You sure you want this, baby? I could just sit with you for awhile."
"I want." He didn't know if he could, but he wanted.
"All right then."
JJ smiled and nudged him gently. "Move on over -- lets see if these things are big enough for two if we lie close."
"I bet they are." He scooted over, just grinning like a fool.
JJ laughed. "You always were a horn dog, T. Of course that was one of your best qualities." JJ climbed on up and pressed close against him, shoulder to ankles, warm against him.
"I have lots of good qualities. I'm one hell of a ride."
"Yeah, baby. You are." JJ nodded, fingers sliding along the collar of his hospital gown, moving on his skin. "This thing has its opening on the wrong side. For what I've got in mind tonight anyway."
"Pull it up?" He reached down, petting JJ's belly, the cock under those fine slacks.
JJ groaned softly, letting him know the touches were appreciated. "I can. Of course that leaves you naked from the neck down, because I'm not gonna do this without making a play for those sweet little nipples of yours."
He groaned, said nipples drawing up tight, trying to get JJ's attention.
"Yeah, I know what you like." JJ started working up his gown, got it to the point where just the bottom of his balls were bared, and stopped. "You think the door locks?"
"God, I hope so."
JJ gave him a quick, hard kiss and fondled his balls. "Don't go anywhere."
"No. I'll just watch your ass." He grinned, hand sliding down to stroke his cock, encourage it to perk up and pay full attention.
JJ wiggled it and then laughed, poking his head out the door a moment before locking it and coming back, eyes on his hand, his cock. "Now there is a sight I didn't imagine I would see again in this lifetime."
He shifted, spreading a little, showing off. He knew how Jerry loved it, loved watching him touch and feel. Sure enough JJ was licking his lips, the bulge in those fine work pants becoming impressive.
"You know I think the bruises just make you sexier, T."
"Make me look like a working man, huh?"
"Makes you look like a rough and tumble man." Jerry climbed up onto the bed again, cock hard and hot against his hip. "You keep working that, I'm having a go at these little things."
Jerry's fingers slid up under his gown, pushing it out of the way, the cool air making his nipples stand up.
"These for me, baby?"
"Mmmhmm. All yours." His cock jerked, belly clenching tight. "JJ."
Jerry groaned, the sound low, heated as Jerry's thumbs slid back and forth across his nipples. He kept working his prick, fingers sliding and pumping, easy on the upstroke, tugging on the down.
"Damn, baby." One of JJ's hands slid down along his body, tickling across his belly to join his hand wrapped around his prick.
"Mmmhmm. More." He leaned over, nuzzled into Jerry's neck, lips open and hungry, needing that flavor.
"Greedy and bossy," Jerry accused fondly, fingers tightening, dragging both their hands up and down his cock.
"Yours. You forgot that part." Fuck it was good.
"Shh. Shut up and enjoy it, T." JJ's thumb slid across his slit, pushing in before sliding away again.
"I am." His hips rolled up, prick moving against their palms. "I am."
JJ chuckled, the sound low and sexy. "I can tell."
"Are you? Enjoying it?" Enjoying him?
"Yeah, baby, I am." JJ's mouth met his, hand working him just right. Then JJ pressed harder against him and he could feel the proof JJ's words, humping his hip.
He reached over, worked JJ's fly open, needing to feel.
JJ groaned. "T... supposed to be for you."
Still, JJ didn't try to stop him, in fact was backing off just a bit, just enough to give him room to reach in and pull out JJ's prick with his riding hand.
"This is for me. Want."
"You'll get what you want, T." JJ made a ragged noise, cock pushing into his hand.
"Want to ride you." He knew he couldn't; he knew, but he wanted.
"Oh, fuck, baby. I can picture you, straddling my thighs, ass working my prick like the pro you are." JJ's hand moved faster.
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