Chapter 32
Luca
Nerves crawl up my back like little ants as I drive up to the estate of Noah’s parents.
The last time I was here, they kicked us out.
Afterwards, they sent their only son a massive check in the mail and told him he’d be welcome back once he stopped living in sin.
I don’t expect them to be particularly thrilled to see me.
I was going to ring the doorbell, but the front door opens on its own just as I’m about to press the button.
“Ah, the boyfriend. What can I do for you? Where’s my son?” Noah’s mother’s tone is as dismissive as can be.
“Noah was in a serious car accident. He’s in the hospital in Germany. His glasses are nowhere to be found, and he said he had another pair here. I think you understand how urgently he needs them.”
At “car accident,” she covers her mouth with her hand and tears well up in her eyes. I’m more than surprised by her emotional reaction.
“Oh my God! What happened? Is he okay? Can we see him?”
“I’m sorry, but Noah doesn’t want to see you. He crashed into a tree. His legs are badly injured, but the surgery was successful. Now we have to see how everything heals and what the rehab can achieve.”
“We’ll pay for it! A personal therapist, specialized therapies, assistive devices, everything he needs. Send the bills directly to us.”
I’m not sure if Noah is going to accept that, but I nod kindly anyway. “Thank you very much, Mrs. Martin. Could you please get the glasses for me now? I want to get back to him as soon as possible.”
Ten minutes later, I’m on my way back with Noah’s glasses and best wishes.
I’ve already been to the apartment and I’m in a hurry, because I have to be back before 5:00 p.m. to give him his things.
Then I can stay until 10:00 p.m. The fact that I’m allowed to stay that long at all is a special arrangement, because Noah really doesn’t understand or speak a word of German, but he relies on extensive support, and without his glasses and cell phone, he can’t even see or translate.
Noah speaks English very well, but that doesn’t work reliably when communicating with the nursing staff.
Right now, the ward is empty enough for Noah to have a single-bed room, and we’re not disturbing anyone. Money does have its privileges.
When I come back, Noah is restless and nervous.
“What’s wrong? How are you?” I ask as I place the glasses in his hand and gently kiss him on the mouth.
Hesitantly, he cradles the glasses in his hands. “What will happen when I put them on?”
“You don’t need to be afraid. Your legs are mostly bandaged and splinted, so you can’t see anything bad.
” I got to witness the first bandage change though, and it was awful.
His left lower leg was covered in stitches, and he has a drain in each leg to let the fluid from the wounds out.
There were bruises in every shade between blood red and dark purple up and down his leg.
But right now, Noah is safe put on his glasses and I could cry when his hazel eyes look directly at me for the first time again.
“What do you need? I can tell something’s wrong.”
His voice is quiet, and he isn’t really looking at me. “I need to go to the bathroom… not to pee. Well, that too, but…”
Fuck, this sucks for him. I mean, everyone likes some privacy when doing a number two, right? No one wants to have their butt wiped by someone else, but that’s exactly what’s going to happen.
“Pee first, okay?” Noah nods and I hand him the urinal. “Can you manage on your own now you can see?”
No, he can’t. The pain is still too intense to reach that far down. I see the frustration in his eyes, though I’ve held his cock in my hand so often over the past few weeks that it’s not that embarrassing for him.
“We have to get a nurse, Noah.”
“I… I don’t want a stranger to see me like this… I can’t do this.”
“But I can’t do this alone, not the first time. I need someone to show me what to watch out for, especially with this thing.” I point to the fixator, but I also mean the positioning of his leg. Noah nods tensely, his gaze fixed on the ceiling and his eyes moist.
We have no choice, and I press the button to call a nurse. When she answers over the intercom, I explain what we need and two minutes later, a very young woman enters the room, waving a small basin-like object around enthusiastically. Far too enthusiastic for my taste and certainly for Noah’s.
“Let’s get started, then.” With nimble fingers, she lowers his legs, then reaches for his shoulder and hip as I stand there. Noah has his eyes tightly shut.
“Mon Papillon, are you okay?” I can see that he clearly isn’t.
“I really have to go, but she’s going too fast for me. I don’t understand what she wants from me.”
The nurse looks at me with annoyance as I translate.
“Please I’m sorry, but he doesn’t understand German, and the way you’re doing this, it’s going too fast for him.
This is a very intimate procedure. Could you perhaps just tell me what I need to do?
So we won’t have to interrupt you in the future. ”
“But at your own risk.” I translate for Noah, and he nods.
In a sharp tone, she walks me through all the necessary steps, then looks over my shoulder with raised eyebrows.
Placing this basin under Noah’s bottom isn’t rocket science, and I think he was fine with it, too. I’m very familiar with his ass in all its glory, even if the situation has been different so far.
“Should we step out?” I ask and Noah nods sheepishly.
We’ve agreed that he’ll press the call button when he’s done, and when the light comes on, I slip back into the room, the nurse in tow.
This woman really knows no boundaries. With brisk steps, she walks toward Noah and pulls the hospital gown away, leaving him completely exposed in front of her.
As if by reflex, he tries to cover himself, and his face contorts with shame and pain from the sudden movement.
“Stop! Can’t you see that this is going too fast for him? This is totally intrusive.”
“I don’t have time for nonsense. That’s how we do things here, whether he likes it or not.
He should have thought about that before he crashed into the tree on purpose.
” The moment the last word leaves her mouth, she realizes she’s crossed a line.
But I don’t want to hear her apology, I’m just glad Noah didn’t understand her.
“It’s better if you leave now. I’ll take care of Mr. Martin. Please send someone to help me position the fixator.”
Noah watches her leave the room with wide eyes. “What was that?”
“I asked her to leave. You obviously didn’t feel comfortable with her.”
“But who…?”
“I’ll do it, if that’s okay with you.” I see in his eyes how he’s struggling with himself.
It’s not okay, but probably the lesser evil.
Without any stress or fuss, I walk the few steps to his bed and kiss him.
First on his forehead, then on his nose, and finally on his mouth.
As I feel the tension ebb from his body, I grab him by the hips and gently turn him onto his side, keeping a close eye on the position of his legs.
An extra hand would be great, but luckily, he has mobility in his upper body.
Noah buries his head in his pillow, but I can still see a lone tear running down the bridge of his nose.
“Relax, okay? We’ll be done in a minute.”
“Okay…” The word is so quiet I can barely hear it.
I work quickly to clean him up so as not to make it any harder for him, but I leave his ass exposed when I’m done and my hands stay firmly on it. “You know, I know your ass pretty well by now. Not a single millimeter of skin I haven’t kissed, not a single spot where I haven’t had my tongue.”
To confirm it, I kiss his right cheek, the one on top. “My finger has been in your ass more than once.”
I run my index finger through his crack and brush against his hole.
A shiver runs through his body. We probably shouldn’t be doing this less than 48 hours after surgery, but I can feel him relax and accept my touch.
“And seriously, even if we try our best, anal isn’t always perfectly clean.
Sometimes there’s a little… mess. Believe me, if that happened, I wouldn’t do anything other than what I just did.
If I fuck you without a condom and my cum runs out of your ass, I wouldn’t do anything else. ”
Noah’s breathing becomes irregular, oh, he loves it when I talk to him like this. My thumb circles and massages his entrance, and finally Noah lets himself go into my touch.
“I love you, mon Papillon.” I tenderly kiss his bare back, and a shiver runs through his body, followed by a moan of pain.
“We should wait until you’re feeling better, even though it’s hard for me.” Noah takes a deep breath, then reluctantly agrees and, with the help of another nurse, I get him dressed and turned around.
Once everything is back in place and I’ve washed my hands, I sit down carefully on the edge of his bed and brush his hair back to the right side.
Before Noah, red hair definitely wasn’t on the list of physical traits I was into, neither in men nor in women, but I couldn’t imagine him any other way.
The pale skin and the freckles—I can’t get enough of looking at him.
Just the thought he could have died brings tears to my eyes.
“Don’t you ever do that again. Promise me. Never again.” My thumb strokes his cheek and Noah leans into my palm.
“I promise.” One hand wraps around my waist and the other takes my hand.
“Thank you, Chéri… for everything you’re doing for me here, for not leaving me alone, for loving me even though I doubted you and didn’t deserve it at all.
” Noah sobs, his voice breaking again as he continues.
“I know I’m the one to blame for this mess.
That was the biggest mistake of my life.
I’m so sorry, so fucking sorry you have to go through this because of me…
but I’m so grateful you do. I couldn’t do this without you. I love you…”
“I’m sorry I didn’t show you enough how much you mean to me. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have doubted me in the first place.”