Chapter 40 Jericho
JERICHO
Maybe helping Raiden shower wasn’t my best idea.
My clothes are soaked through and there’s water covering the floor of the bathroom.
At least his hair and body are clean though.
I rubbed a soft loofah against his skin, watching the suds run down him in rivulets.
It was a different experience with him than it has been while he was in a coma.
I did that because it was necessary, now it’s more intimate.
Something shared between two lovers who are in the moment.
He’s laying back in bed, his hair is slightly wet but I’m searching for a blow dryer without any luck. I didn’t want to buzz the nurse station because then they would know what we did and I don’t want to listen to a scolding right now.
Raiden watches me, a sleepy smile on his face. “You’re so handsome.” He tells me, slightly propping himself up as I dig through the cabinets, hoping that maybe I missed over it the last two times I checked, but I’m still coming up empty.
I smile at him over my shoulder, and he ducks his head. “I don’t need you to blow-dry my hair, it’ll be fine to air dry.”
“But you prefer having it blow-dried because it gets frizzy when you let it air dry,” I argue when I still come up empty handed.
I might also be doing this to stall what’s going to happen next.
I want it to happen, but at the same time I’m worried I’m going to let him down somehow.
Like maybe my seduction and blow job skills will be subpar to what he’s expecting and he’ll be disappointed.
“Just come over here and kiss me, Jer. I don’t know why you’re so hell bent on finding it.
We can find it later. That just gives you an excuse to shower with me again.
” He winks at me and this time it’s my time to flush at his teasing.
He still hasn’t lost his edge, and I’m nothing more than a sailor unable to follow the siren call, bending and breaking to his will.
I approach the side of the bed, closest to him. His lips are pulled into a too big smile, showing off his nice white teeth and peaks of his pink gums. His lips are a little raw, so before we he starts biting the skin I grab the tube of chapstick out of his nightstand..
“Pucker up,” I demand, swiping the balm across his pouty pink lips.
Raiden smacks his lips together and then wraps his hand around my upper arm to drag me down to him.
I cooperate, invading his personal space while he leans to press his lips to mine.
The taste of his chapstick on my lips is better than ambrosia.
He scoots over on the bed, allowing me to take up space in the small area. He’s pressed up against me, our side meshed together and his warmth seeping into me.
We kiss and kiss and kiss until I’m lightheaded and Raiden is turned on his side and rocking his hips against me to try to relieve the ache inside of him.
I can feel his cock through the thin nightgown and boxers I put on him after his shower.
I can picture his foreskin pulling back to show off the bulbous tip, a drop of precum waiting for me to taste it at the end of his slit.
I kiss my way down from his mouth, tasting his neck and sucking my mark onto the skin, watching it blossom into a pink that rivals his lips.
Even the prettiest of pink daisies have nothing on his natural flush.
Raiden fumbles around, trying to pull the nightgown off his arms, and when he’s unsuccessful, he pushes me from where I’ve buried my nose into his neck to help him get it off.
“Please, Jer. I need you,” he whines and I can’t hold back my smile.
“You have me, tiny dancer. I’m not going anywhere.” Not now, not ever.
I help him sit up. When he’s comfortable and his back rests against the bed and his head lies on the pillow, I slowly drag the soft fabric of the nightgown down, taking in every inch of his body as it’s bared to me.
He’s lost a lot of weight. I can see his hipbones and collar bones protruding through his thin skin, and the places where muscles used to be have been traded for concaves where his skin is sinking in.
I kiss all of these places, loving his body and showing him how much I adore him.
No matter what happens, if he loses all his muscles or gains weight, he’s perfect in my eyes.
It’s not his looks that sunk their hooks into me.
It’s his smile, the true one he shares with me when it's the two of us. It’s the sleepy look in his eyes after a long day.
It’s how his hand fits perfectly in mine.
It’s how much he cares for everyone. It’s his laughter.
It’s the way his heartbeat calls to mine. Everything about him is precious to me.
I wrap my mouth around one of his nipples, sucking the sensitive flesh in my mouth until the bud hardens against my tongue. I tweak his other nipple between my fingers, gently pinching and rolling it in time with my mouth on his other one.
“Jerrr. Pleaseeee.” He groans long and low. His dick twitches and I watch in amazement as a bead of precum slips out of the head and down his straining length.
“Just a minute, baby. I want to savor this.” I want to savor him. To never go another day without worshipping the ground he walks on. Whether it's an ocean we’re crossing or a small puddle, I would let him use me as his life raft. To keep his head above water and keep him safe.
I kiss my words into his skin. I love you.
“I love you, Jer.” He tells me, his voice wavering with the emotions and I have to fight the tears back from my eyes.
All I’ve wanted was to love him and be loved by him, and now, here I am getting what I’ve wanted.
Knowing he loves me is a heady feeling- one that will never be topped.
Some people’s proudest moment was an accomplishment of some sort, mine was having Raiden’s love.
The love I’ve craved for as long as I’ve known him.
Hearing those three words come from his mouth is a balm to my soul, wrapping it up and protecting it from the world.
“I love you so much more, tiny dancer.”
I twirl my tongue around the tip of his cock, tasting his skin and his precum. The salty taste of him and the smooth taste of his skin is intoxicating. He’s hard as steel, his cock straining and the vein running along the bottom throbs in time with his heartbeat.
I want to take this slow, to truly enjoy and savor this.
But I’m not a patient man, and the first taste of him against my tongue has me ravenous.
I swallow him down, the tip of him hitting the back of my throat in one smooth thrust. Breathing against the invasion, I swallow to fight against my gag reflex wanting to make itself known.
“Ohhh ff-fuck.” Raiden experimentally thrusts his hips, forcing his cock just a little bit more in my mouth until it bumps into my throat and it can’t go any farther. I bob my head a few times to slick his skin up, slowly jerking it with my other hand to make this good for him.
“Good, so good. So so so good.” Raiden croons and I lift my eyes to meet his. His hungry brown eyes are focused on my mouth stretched tightly around his length, and my own dick flexes in my pants.
I’m not winning any gold medals for my head skills, but I double down on him to make him come fast. I need him to come in my mouth so I can swallow him down and keep him inside me.
The possessive beast in me demands I mark him, let him know that he’s mine and only mine until the end of the world.
Not until the end of my life, but until the universe around us explodes into itty bitty particles that aren’t salvageable.
That’s the only thing that will keep me from finding him.
“Jer. Jer. Jer.” Raiden chants my name like an oath, swearing his life to me and pledging to be mine. For my name to be the only one that comes out of his mouth while he’s in the throes of pleasure.
His dick flexes hard in my mouth, and then he’s coming, his seed spilling down my throat and filling me up with his taste.
I continue sucking him, making sure I get every drop and even then I still nurse the head. It’s soothing to be able to hold him in my mouth, when he’s on the edge of overstimulation but he still trusts me to take care of him and not push him too far.
I lay my cheek against his leg, feeling the soft hair of his upper thigh tickling my skin. His fingers run through my hair, the gentle pads massaging my scalp. My eyes slowly slide close as I bask in his attention.
**
“Shhhh. Shut the fuck up.” A voice hisses and then there’s a smack sound echoing off the walls. I peel my eyes open, the blinding overhead light burns my retinas, but I push past the pain.
Connor is sitting on the chair with Hollis perched precariously on his lap, with his hand covering Hollis’ mouth.
They both look ashamed when I raise a disapproving eyebrow towards them. Raiden’s chest underneath my head moves with his laughter.
“Oh good! You’re both awake!” Hollis exclaims, excitement lighting his eyes.
“Watching people sleep is weird, you know that, right? I’m sure in some places it's probably considered a crime.” Raiden's abdomen rises and lowers with every word out of his mouth and I can feel his lungs filling with the oxygen needed to speak.
“Jericho would have already been locked up. I think his obsession with watching you sleep went way past legal months ago.” Connor chirps, but then Hollis leans back and he and Connor share a secret conversation with their lowered voices.
I eye them skeptically, wondering what tweedle-dee and tweedle-dum are up to now, but before I get the chance to ask, more people are filing in the doorway.
My parents, Raiden’s parents, and Sophie with Damon perched on her hip.
His brown eyes are wide as he stares at me and Raiden.
He starts squirming, wanting to be let down.
His mother obliges, carefully setting him down on his two feet before Damon breaks out into a run to the edge of the bed where my ass is barely hanging on.
“Uncle Rai!” Damon says, excitedly, opening his arms. I’m in the way, because duh. So I carefully maneuver myself off the bed, out of the way of Damon so he can love on his uncle who he’s missed so much.
I help Damon on the bed, lifting him up and setting him on my vacant position.
“Be careful with him, Damon. He’s still fragile.” Sophie calls out.
“Jericho doesn’t think I’m fragile,” Raiden says, smirking and my face burns hot. I’m sure the tips of my ears are pink by his suggestive words.
“You’re not, uncle Raiden! You’re strong. Like Superman.”
Raiden looks at him confused, the stumped look on his face is cute. He’s thinking about when Damon was all about spiderman. Spiderman this, Spiderman that. But he’s grown out of that phase, and he’s onto the next superhero now. Superman.
“And uncle Jer is strong like Batman. He doesn’t have any superpowers but he does have money.
He bought me a bike for my birthday. A BIKE.
” Damon updates Raiden about everything he’s missed, from his time on the playground to what he does after school, to his mom’s dating life.
Which is hilarious, even if Sophie doesn’t think so.
Raiden’s eyes start to slowly drift shut, and Damon slowly quiets his words until Raiden is sleeping,
“I think he’s tired, buddy. Why don’t you come back tomorrow after school? If it’s okay with your mom I can pick you up and take you to get ice cream.”
Damon bounces in his spot, a sunshine bright smile on his face. “Yes please! Yes please!”
“Don’t forget about me, don’t skimp me just because I’m in the hospital.”
I chuckle as I help Damon off the bed.
“I’ll never forget you, tiny dancer.”