33. Chapter 33
Chapter thirty-three
Roman
“Devlin, please just let me go back to his apartment. You know he won’t let me out of his sight.” I hear Lance begging from the hallway.
He woke up two days ago and acted like nothing even happened.
He swears that he’s fine, but he had multiple blood transfusions and quite a few stitches.
He’s been trying to get out of the medic wing since the moment his eyes popped open.
Devlin and Cain are babying him almost as much as I am, but they aren’t giving him any slack.
“We’re releasing you this evening, Lance. Jesus. Just be patient.“ Devlin explains as he hooks up another IV bag to him.
“What difference does a couple hours make?” Lance whines as I push open the door to his room and close it behind me.
“It could be the difference between life and death. Although I’m beginning to think that I’m more likely to die if I have to hear this argument one more time than you are from getting a couple of stitches.” Devlin mumbles to himself.
I chuckle as I step around him and hand Lance the coffee he begged me for. I know that he just wanted me out of the room so that he could try to convince them to let him leave early. I knew they wouldn’t give in though, so I left just to make him feel better.
“When you finish this bag, I’ll start the discharge paperwork. How’s that?”
“Yes!” Lance says as he flops his head back on the pillow behind him. “Finally.”
“Don’t get too excited,” Devlin reprimands before looking over at me sternly.
“He needs to be on strict bed rest for at least a couple more days. Make sure he’s eating plenty of iron rich foods for the next week.
And absolutely no strenuous activity until those stitches dissolve.
” He scorns as he glances between Lance and I knowingly.
Lance scowls at him over the rim of his coffee cup. “Fuck off,” he retorts after taking a sip and letting out a satisfied sigh.
Devlin rolls his eyes before he starts strolling toward the door. “God, you’re starting to sound like him. Corruption at its finest.” He mumbles under his breath.
I smirk around my cup before pulling it away. “Thanks for all your help, Dev.”
He smiles back before glancing over to Lance, who has foregone the conversation he was just a part of to pick at the label of his coffee cup. “Do you think that they’d be willing to change to paper cups since they’re better for the environment?” He asks.
Devlin and I both shake our heads despite not being surprised in the least. He looks to me one last time. “Be good to him, yeah? He deserves it.”
“He does,” I agree. “And I will.”
“I can still hear you.” Lance says boredly as he finally pulls the sticker off his cup and tosses it on the bedside table with satisfaction.
Devlin sneaks out as my eyes find Lance across the room.
His bedhead and crooked smile peer back at me with a playfulness.
Even with the incessant beeping and disruptions, there’s nowhere else I’d rather be.
Finally having Lance… it’s a whole new world.
A whole new life, and it’s unlike anything I ever imagined for myself. It’s so much better. So much sweeter.
This may be our beginning, the very beginning, but I can feel it in my chest…
This is the beginning of our ending. This is our forever in the making.
“Roman Easton!” He barks as he crosses his arms across his chest. I refuse to let him out of the bed yet, and he is not happy about it.
“He said you were supposed to be on bed rest for a few days, Lance. I’m just doing what I was told.” I argue as I hand him a plate of sushi. He takes it from me and shoves it onto the bedside table to glare at me instead of eating.
Today is day three, and aside from showering and using the bathroom, I haven’t let him leave this room. I planned to let him go back to light activity tomorrow, but he’s adamant that he’s been in bed long enough.
“No,” he pouts. “I’m sick of this. I need to do something. Literally anything.”
I sit down beside him on my bed and brush the hair from his face. “What if I give you something else to focus on?”
He raises and eyebrow in curiosity and uncrosses his arms. “Go on…” he says, his words laced with suspicion.
“Tell me what would get you through the night,” I offer as I rub my hand up his thigh.
He squints his eyes before gesturing for me to stand up, waving his hand around dramatically. “Go. Strip.”
I smirk at him as I climb off the bed, reaching up to start unbuttoning my shirt. I take my time slipping it off my shoulders before reaching for my jeans and sliding them to the floor. I pause to look up at him, and he just glares back at me expectantly.
“All of it,” he urges.
I chuckle as I shove my boxers down and climb on the foot of the bed.
He hums his approval as his eyes trail along every inch of my body.
I didn’t get to experience this with him before, the way he devours me without a word.
While I’m grateful that I get to feel the full effect of his attention now, knowing that he feels the same way about me as I do about him, I really missed out.
There’s so much love and affection in his gaze that I don’t know if I would’ve been able to question how he actually felt about me had I seen it back then.
“I love you,” I whisper as I move closer on my knees. His eyes meet mine as he smiles back at me.
“Then kiss me,” he demands with a sparkle in his eyes.
He kicks the sheet off himself before I crawl on top of him, straddling his thighs.
This kiss is like every other kiss between us.
It’s feverish and suffocating, but it’s also gentle and needy.
Lance yields his control and lets me lead the way, keeping a pace that’s infuriatingly slow and teeters the line of pushing us over into an untamable frenzy.
I grind against him, barely getting any friction since my dick is standing straight up.
Lance pulls back and leans his forehead against mine. Our heavy breathing passing back and forth as he looks into my eyes. “Open yourself up for me.”
I shake my head back and forth against his, denying him. “We can’t, Lance. You can’t—”
“You can ride me.”
My dick twitches in response, and Lance chuckles as his lips find mine again.
We do our best to keep it that way as I lean over and dig around blindly in my bedside drawer to find the lube.
I flip it open, making a mess of both of us and the sheets as I try to pour it without watching what I’m doing.
I prop most of my weight on my knees, refusing to tear us apart long enough to get this done.
Lance’s good arm wraps around my waist until his fingers are pressing in alongside mine.
I pull back, letting him feel for himself.
He groans as he forces his way inside of me.
I’m practically a panting mess at this point, and I’m leaking precum all over his boxers.
I yank myself away from him long enough to move down his legs and tear his underwear off before crawling back up to him.
I can tell that he’s doing his best not to move his arm too much, but he’s getting more distressed with every passing second.
His need to move, to please me, is starting to overpower his common sense, and I need to stop that from happening.
“Put your hands on the bed,” I mumble against his lips.
He immediately does exactly as I asked, so I take him in my hand and stroke him a few times as a reward.
His hips try to buck beneath me, and he whines as I release him.
I move further forward, about to position him, when my brain comes back online long enough for me to remember that this is a pretty fucking big deal for him.
I tear my lips away from him and run my hands down his body.
“God, you’re fucking perfect, pretty boy.”
His cheeks flush as he stares back at me. “I love you,” is the only reply I get, but I’m not upset about it. It’s still an improvement compared to how he used to respond to compliments.
“You’re sure this is what you want for your—”
He shoves a finger over my lips, silencing me. “I want you. All of you. In every way. Every day. Forever. Don’t fucking make this weird. Just fuck me, yeah?”
I chuckle as I lean forward and kiss along his jaw, down his neck. He tilts his head to the side, allowing me room to work my way down to his collarbone.
“Forever, huh?” I hum with satisfaction.
“Mhmm.” He agrees, his eyes still closed as I slowly kiss across his chest and back up the other side of his throat.
“I like the sound of that. A lot.“ I admit.
“Then show me,” he demands as he tries to buck his hips again.
I blindly pour more lube in my hand, subsequently dripping it all over everything else in the process, before reaching behind me to guide him inside of me.
I sink my body weight down until he’s past that first barrier, both of us pausing our kisses long enough to take a couple deep breaths.
His eyes meet mine as he leans his forehead against mine.
“I love you, Roman.” He whispers as he brushes a thumb along my cheek.
“You’re only saying that because your dick is inside of me right now.” I joke.
He closes his eyes and shakes his head, but when his eyes open back up, I can see that they’re watery now. I immediately stop trying to inch him inside of me and take his face between my hands.
“Hey, talk to me. Do you want me to stop?”
He shakes his head again, denying me. “I just… I know I tell you a lot, I just need you to know that I mean it, Roman. I love you more than I ever even thought I could love… Well, anything, honestly. It makes me feel fucking crazy, and irrational, and— and… wild. This, you and me, I didn’t know that I needed it this bad, but it makes me so fucking happy. ”
“I love you too, pretty boy. Glad you’re finally on the same page.” I joke, trying to lighten the mood. He laughs along with me as he wipes at his damp eyes, leaning forward to press his lips to mine.
He softened a little, but our kisses quickly bring his body back to life. I can feel him growing inside of me, and I wait until the comfortable pressure is back before I start trying to inch myself all the way down. We groan in unison as soon as his hips meet my ass.
“I’m not gonna last long,” he whispers against my lips as I start moving again.
He frantically wraps his fingers around me and starts stroking in time with my thrusts.
I try to move slowly, making sure that he gets to enjoy his first time even if he can’t move very much.
We’re both a sweaty mess by the time we’re tipping over the edge.
Lance finishes first, content to stay inside of me while I jerk off on his chest.
And obviously, I have to clean up my mess. I’m too tired to shower this time though, so I do it with my tongue instead.