Page 34 of Protecting Paul

Sunlightstreamsinthroughmy bedroom window by the time I wake up. I glance over at the clock—10:30 am. I missed my shift by a few hours. Usually, I’d freak out, but I couldn’t care less.

I glance down at Paul, sleeping peacefully. His head rests against my chest, and I suspect he hasn’t left my arms since we fell asleep. I slowly, carefully grab my phone from the nightstand. I want Paul to sleep as long as he needs. I have a text from Sanchez.

Guess you’re not coming to work today. Good idea. Don’t worry, though. I’ll take care of Jerry. I’ll make sure that dickhead gets what he deserves.

I chuckle softly to myself and toss my phone back on the nightstand. I settle against Sam again, closing my eyes. I listen to his gentle breathing, and the time slips away. I press a kiss softly to his forehead.

“Sammy?” He murmurs huskily, stirring in my arms.

“Morning, sleepyhead,” I greet and kiss his forehead again. “We slept in late today, but I can still make breakfast. I bet you’re starving.”

“You don’t have work?” Paul asks and looks up at me blearily. His eyes are half-lidded, and his teal hair is sticking up everywhere. He looks precious.

“I did, but I slept through it. It’s okay. My partner texted me a couple of hours ago. He’s making sure Jerry gets taken care of.”

“Thank God,” Paul mumbles, yawning. He lifts his arm off my chest and rubs his eyes. “I could go for breakfast. I’ll help you.”

“No, you won’t,” I shake my head. “You’re going to sit your ass on my couch and let me cook for you.”

“You’re such a gentleman,” Paul laughs, rolling his eyes. I can tell it’s fondly, though, by how his cheeks flush. “Can I take a shower? I’m a fucking mess.”

“Yeah, of course,” I nod. I untangle my arms from around him and stretch. “Use whatever you need and borrow some clothes. I’ll get started on breakfast.”I climb out of bed and brush my teeth before giving the bathroom over to Paul. When I move to walk out, he grabs my shirt and tugs me back.

“Wait.” I turn to face him. He leans up and presses a kiss to my lips. “You forgot to give me a good morning kiss, dummy.”

“My apologies.” I smirk. I kiss him again, slightly deeper this time. I’ll get caught up in kissing him all day if I let myself. I pull away and ruffle his hair. “I won’t forget again.”

I walk to the kitchen. My words imply a future where I get to kiss him good morning more. I smile to myself as I cook breakfast, humming in contentment. I’ll try my damnedest to ensure that future, no matter where I have to live.

“Smells good,” Paul says when he walks into the kitchen. I glance over my shoulder at him. My heart melts when I see him in my clothes. He looks cute as hell in my oversized shirts. He wraps his arms around me from behind, resting his head against my back.

“It’s almost done.” I instinctively lean back into his embrace. He sits down at my kitchen table. He tries to hide it, but I hear the slight noise of pain he makes. I finish the food and bring over two plates. “I’ve got some pain meds it you need them, I already took some.”

“I feel better today,” he assures me, but I doubt it’s true. If anything, he has to be in more pain than before. “But you can play nurse if you want to.”

I roll my eyes but can’t help but laugh. I don’t say it, but it makes me feel better to help him. It’s a way to make sure he’s taken care of. I’ve taken on that job and I intend to keep it as long as possible.

We playfully banter throughout breakfast. I grab the plates and place them in the sink hurriedly when we finish. I’ll worry about them later. I have to worry about Paul first.

I grab Paul’s hand and lead him back to the bedroom. As before, he strips down, and I gently tend to his wounds. I take extra care to ensure I don’t hurt him, easing up when he winces.

As I stare at his injuries, a lump forms in my throat. It’s as if I can feel his pain just by looking at it. I press soft kisses against his bruises. I move up and kiss the edge of his black eye before kissing his lips.

“What was all that for?” he murmurs. I grow sheepish at the question. I try to think of some explanation.

“I don’t know, honestly. I just wanted to kiss away the pain.” I realize it sounds cheesy, but I mean it. “It’s silly, but it makes me feel better.”

“It makes me feel better, too.” I feel my heart skip a beat. He kisses me again, tangling his fingers in my hair to pull me closer.

I pull away to press kisses down his jaw. I trail them down his collarbone, chest, and stomach. He lets out a strangled grunt when I reach the spot right above the hem of the boxers he borrowed.

I kneel down, shoving his legs aside so I can settle between his thighs. In a swift motion, I tug the boxers down to his ankles. I kiss up his thighs, grabbing his cock in my hand. I pump slowly, keeping it in tune with my kisses.

When Paul is fully erect, I wrap my lips around the head of his cock and suck softly. He leans back, bracing himself against the mattress. He moans deeply. I peek up and see that his hands are tightly clenching the comforter.

I take him fully in my mouth, swirling my tongue along the length. Deeper, husky moans fall from his lips. I bob my head, increasing my speed the more he moans. As I pause to suck on the head of his cock again, he lets out a noise I can only describe as a whimper.

The noises he’s making are music to my ears. I fondle his balls gently as I continue to bob my head. He reaches one hand up to thread trough my hair and grip the back of my head. The feeling of his fingers tightening in my hair urges me on. I speed up my motions until I feel his cock throb.

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