Page 31 of Sebastian

With a sigh and a roll of his eyes, Newt gave in and removed his pants. We finally stood together in the bathroom’s limited space, bare of all obstacles between us.

This time Newt’s blush traveled even farther than his chest, reaching all the way down to his stomach. The muscles just above his navel quivered.

I wanted to bite them.

I sighed. Another time.

Right now, I wouldn’t be able to bend down that far.

Instead, I took his face in my hands and looked directly into those beautiful blue eyes. “Perfect.”

Then I pressed my lips to his, and Newt responded with equal fervor. He opened his lips, so our mouths slotted together as close as possible and his tongue pushed against mine, inviting me to come play.

Unfortunately, my one-legged balance didn’t allow us to stay this way for long. After only a minute, I was ready to fall over, so we had to part.

With Newt’s help, I wrapped my cast in a trash bag and lowered myself into the tub. Once I was settled, Newt joined me. He sat behind me, supporting my body so that I could lie back without letting my leg slip into the water. Our size difference made for a comical sight. He could barely see over my shoulder, but we managed to get comfortable.

Closing my eyes, I listened to Newt humming under his breath as he ran a washcloth over my skin and rubbed shampoo into my hair. I couldn’t decide what felt better, the other man’s hands on my skin, or the relief of finally getting clean.

The pleasant sensation came to an abrupt halt as Newt’s hands suddenly froze on my belly. He’d been steadily making his way down my body but seemed to realize he was about to cross a line.

“Do you want to do the rest yourself?”

His hand stayed in place, lingering just above my navel as he waited for my answer.

Finding the right words was never my strongest talent, especially in unusual situations. I had plenty of experience with sex, but intimacy not so much.

Rather than risk saying the wrong thing and disrupting the atmosphere we’d created, I responded by grabbing his hand and sliding it farther down.

This was apparently exactly the green light he was looking for because he didn’t hesitate again. His hand dipped between my legs, teasing the flesh there before finally grasping my half-hard arousal.

I gasped and writhed, letting out a soft moan as he started to stroke me, but his other hand pressed against my chest to keep me leaning back against him.

“Relax,” he whispered in my ear. “I’ve got you.”

It was the sweetest, most tender hand-job I’d ever received. The hot water of the bath kept my muscles loose as Newt slowly guided me toward a much-anticipated orgasm. Little by little, with each movement of his hand, pleasure twisted in my stomach. Yet, the sensation never turned sharp or explosive as it usually did for me. Instead, when I tipped over the edge of my climax, it felt more like the relief of a knotted muscle finally releasing.

Even after it ended, I continued to float in the water as Newt finished cleaning me up. My bones, both the healthy ones and the broken ones, felt like they had been replaced with Jello. The good news was that nothing hurt anymore. The bad news was that I wouldn’t be able to move any time soon.

“Just leave me here,” I said when Newt stood up and tried to coax me out of the tub. “I can sleep here until everything is healed.”

Hooking his hands under my arms, Newt forced me to stand up. “Come on. You’ll be much more comfortable in a proper bed.”

He was surprisingly strong for his size, and supported the majority of my weight as I climbed out of the tub and wrapped myself in a bathrobe. It was probably a result of his jobs since both nurses and paramedics needed to physically assist patients.

Lucky for me, because even with the aid of a crutch, I could barely walk straight as I made my way to my bedroom.

It wasn’t much. There was just enough space for a bed, table, and a television, but it served my needs just fine. I was even glad for the small space when Newt was forced to sit on the bed beside me. He’d stolen one of my T-shirts since his own clothes had ended up wet on the bathroom floor. The shirt was large enough to fall to mid-thigh on him, but rode up when he leaned against me, showing off most of his legs.

“Feeling better?”

Before I could speak, my stomach answered for me and let out a loud grumble. The hospital food wasn’t particularly appetizing, so I hadn’t eaten much over the last few days.

Embarrassment made my ears feel hot, but Newt just laughed and patted my arm.

“I’ll make you some food. It’s time for you to take your pain meds anyway.”

Before heading to the kitchen, he first made sure my leg was supported on all sides by pillows and that I was sitting comfortably with my back against the headboard.

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