Chapter 20
twenty
A Wet Willy
Charlie
Ithrew on some clothes and grabbed the list off the kitchen counter that I made of things I could get for easy meals.
When I opened the door to leave, I didn’t get very far.
Sitting there on the little covered porch were bags of groceries.
I stood there staring at them, trying to make my eyes tell my brain that I was actually seeing them and it wasn’t all a mirage.
Where did they come from?
I stepped out to pick them up and looked around to see if anyone was within sight.
There were seven paper bags in total full of food and personal items. I carried them inside and set them on the small two-person table to unload onto the counters.
There was so much, including canned goods, milk, butter, eggs, sugar, coffee, bread, with a slab of bacon, ground beef, chicken and deli meats clearly all from a butcher, and more.
There were also bandages, tape, soap, and other personal items. I was awe-struck.
As I was unpacking, I found a note at the bottom of one of the bags that was folded in half. When I opened it, tears started falling.
But it was what was at the bottom that really hit its mark.
It took me a moment to pull myself together.
After I put everything away. I put the coffee kettle on since I wasn’t going anywhere and made enough for two just in case Jimmy wanted some as well.
I doctored mine up with milk and sugar and brought a second cup that was straight black, ready to give either to Jimmy.
When I returned to the bedroom, he looked up in surprise from his book.
“I thought you left?” Then he immediately got sidetracked when he saw the coffee.
“Oooooo, coffee.” Reaching out a hand, with grabby fingers.
“Doctored or black?” When he answered black, I handed it over, careful not to spill all over the bed.
After he took a couple sips of the hot liquid, he asked again, “So why are you still here?”
I filled him in on what I had discovered which, by the looks of it, shocked him just as much as me.
“I shouldn’t be surprised the workers and their families rallied but I am because it came from your father.
” His tone of voice was in awe. I just nodded because I didn’t know what to say to it.
It was so out of the ordinary for my dad.
Jim ended up handing me his cup back saying he was done for now, having drank half of it. When he took a big breath, his nose scrunched up. “Um, so, I’m in need of a shower. I am starting to smell myself. I'm surprised you even slept next to me.”
“You didn’t smell bad to me last night. It was calming to tell you the tru–” Then it hit me. He needed a shower.
Naked.
And he was going to need help.
NAKED.
I felt my face blaze like fire.
I closed my eyes and braced myself.
I can do this. It’s fine. It’s just Jimmy. A man I kissed. A man I’ve kissed multiple times. A man I slept next to last night. A man I was going to see naked eventually, anyway. It will just be in the shower instead of in bed.
I took a deep breath.
I opened my eyes again, and Jimmy had somehow got out of bed on his own and moved to be right in front of me, silent as a ninja.
“Did you just have a one-man pep talk in your head?” He tapped my temple, the smartass.
I squinted at him, and he chuckled. He’s enjoying this too much.
Teasing me and my sensibilities. “Don’t worry.
I think I can wash myself for the most part, Charlie.
Please don’t panic. I’ll just need help keeping the stitches dry and for you to wash the parts of my back and legs that can get wet since I can’t reach or bend over. ”
“It’s fine. I’m fine. Everything is–”
“Fine,” he finished for me. “Seems like it,” the corner of his mouth quirking.
Ass.
“Come on,” I walked ahead of him. I couldn’t believe this was about to happen. Was I sweating? I felt damp. I wiped my face with my full palm.
Once we got to what used to be a white walled bathroom, that was now clearly stained tan, I stared at the tub shower combo that not all homes had yet, like ours, which was just a white tub. Jim’s was tiled with this blue shade that was actually pretty and the tub was the same color.
Jim cleared his throat, making me jump.
Shit.
I was in his way, so I stepped aside in the limited space to give him room to come in and stand in front of the shower.
He opened one side of the curtain and was able to reach in and set the temperature of the water.
Then he unbuttoned his shirt, letting it drop off his shoulders to the floor, exposing his muscular back and the bandage covering his wound.
He turned around and stood there. “You okay? Or should I get David over here?” My jaw dropped.
Then he added with humor to my open-mouthed response, “I thought we weren’t doing that just yet?
” My eyes blew out making him laugh, which made him put a hand on his wound, cringing a little.
“But seriously, are you okay with this?”
Shaking myself out, I cleared my throat, “Yes. I’m okay with this. Um, let me take the medical gauze off you.”
He nodded his head, showing me his left side. After I tenderly pulled it off and discarded it, he pulled the tie string that was holding up his bottoms, letting them drop on their own. He was still in his white jockeys, but his bulge looked a little bigger.
Oh my God.
He was getting hard.
OH MY GOD.
I was getting hard!
“Can you help get the pants off from around my feet and get my jockeys off?” Jim asked, ignoring my internalized panic.
Feeling the pressure in my pants, I swallowed the biggest and most audible gulp.
I got this.
I helped him out of his bottoms, then looked up at his face.
It wasn’t teasing or sarcastic. It was completely neutral, like the joke was finally over and shit just got serious.
I reached up to the waistband and like a band-aid, pulled them down as fast as I could without jostling him.
I got them off from around his feet, then stood up again.
There in front of me was the most beautiful man I had ever seen. He was already beautiful, but he was like a Greek god that was carved into marble for all to learn about when completely bare. As a whole, he was breathtaking. I was having a hard time breathing.
But what I didn’t see the night before, that was now uncovered, was his manhood. In between soft and hard, probably from the excitement and attention he was receiving, his dick looked like it could ruin me.
My asshole flexed involuntarily.
David’s flaccid dick looked big, but that’s only because it was bigger than mine when soft. He also had a big bush of hair around it. Jimmy didn’t have an unruly forest. Or it didn’t look like it because of his blonde coloring.
As I stood there, not being able to move my inspection of the man forward, his dick got harder and harder, until it was pointing straight up to his belly button, almost touching it.
He had two prominent veins running the length that stood out, blood pumping through them.
The ridge of the head had depth, easily able to catch a fingertip underneath it.
Fuuuuuuck.
If I wasn’t already hard before, I was as solid as a diamond now.
Unbreakable.
Jimmy finally cleared his throat, “Sorry. It’s, ah, been a while since I’ve been around anyone like this that wasn’t at work,” gesturing to his big piece that’s now waving as he turned around, showing me his glorious ass, sparsely covered in his blonde hair.
Truly a work of art from all that physical work.
He reached in to test the water, then attempted to step over the tall lip of the tub and almost lost his balance.
I rushed and grabbed his arm to steady him.
He used me to get one foot in, then the other, facing the water coming out of the shower head so his back was as safe as possible.
He started doing what he needed to do to himself. All I did was watch. It was so sensual but so riveting. I was having a horrible time looking away. I was snapped out of it when he went to bend to clean himself in a way that would have popped his stitches. “Stop!”
He paused what he was about to do and stood up straighter again. “Oops,” he snorted, “I forgot.” He wiped at the water that had gotten on his face.
“Give me,” stepping up to the shower wanting to take his rag from him. “What were you trying to do?” I couldn’t figure it out since he had already cleaned his groin area.
He bit his bottom lip, so I reached in and pulled it out like he normally did to me. “I was going to clean behind my balls and ass. Forgot I couldn’t reach that way without bending or twisting to get it from behind. It should be fine. Can you just get my legs?”
Breathe, Charlie. Your dick won’t combust even though it feels like it’s about to.
“Do you have another clean rag or two somewhere within reach?” Jim pointed to the cabinet below the sink.
I grabbed two and set them aside. He tilted his head, raising a brow in question.
“It’s for your back to keep water out of your stitches,” I confirmed, before saying, “Let’s wash your hair first and I’ll work my way down.
Just rinse it out by leaning your head forward in the water.
I’ll catch loose drops if they come down your back. ”
Jim did what I asked. When he was done, and with his head still hanging forward, I had him take a step away from the water toward the back of the tub where the stray wouldn’t reach him and turn his back to me, fully showing me his entire backside.
I was ready with a dry rag and rolled it up and held it above his wound.
I grabbed and soaked the water rag with fresh water and soap then lightly scrubbed his back down, catching the loose water drops rolling down his back with the other.
Once I was done, I grabbed the other and used it to dry the area of any loose water droplets that could roll down.