Once inside the bathroom, Trevor sat on the side of the tub, catching his breath, while trying to work out the strain in his shoulder. The entire left side of his body hurt under the exertion of getting into the bathroom. Every muscle was tight, pulling and tugging with each of his movements. Trevor let his gaze fall to his leg. It still took some getting use to, not seeing a foot attached. Self-pity filled him and tears came, but he pushed those away. At this point, it was nothing but counterproductive to focus on what he used to have.
Trevor rose with the help of the expensive looking granite counter top. Looking around the bathroom, he realized again that Reed lived a very comfortable life. This bathroom was spacious and large, very modern with lots of granite tile and polished marble. The color choices were the same patterns as his bedroom, which included lots of red jeweled tones with deep purple and golden hues as accents. The house wasn’t a sprawling mansion by any stretch of the imagination, but it was large, highly decorated, and very comfortable. Reed had to make good money to afford something this nice.
Balancing himself, Trevor made his way to the shower, trying to reach the soap and shampoo. Trevor couldn’t get his leg wet. The rest of his body was still heavily bandaged, but he needed to clean himself as completely as possible. He made it to the sink, leaning his hip against the counter. He washed his body with a hand towel before ducking his head under the sink, washing his hair under the spray of warm water. Trevor liked to be clean. Under normal circumstances, he showered a couple of times a day, every day. Cleaning himself now gave him a sense of normalcy back into his life. After brushing his teeth, Trevor pulled the shaving gear from the drawer. He did a quick shave before running his towel over the water droplets on the counter.
Trevor stood, looking into the mirror, rotating his left arm. He watched the strain of his tight muscles as he tried to get a larger, fuller range of motion. Trevor left the restroom the same way he came in, this time using it more as a work-out. The stretching and bending pulled his muscles, slowly giving him back his strength with each step back to the bed. The trip to the bathroom exhausted him, but again, it wasn’t terrible. It gave him hope he might be doing better all the way around. He climbed back into bed, tugging the covers into place, before dropping his head back against the headboard. Reed came through the bedroom door with a tray of food.
“Good morning, handsome. I trust you slept well. Did you get out of bed?” Reed came to a dead stop in the middle of the room. He looked at Trevor with an accusing frown.
“I did. How did you sleep?” Trevor lifted his head, thinking again how stunningly handsome Reed was. The morning looked good on him. The long silk robe Reed wore looked brand new, much like the pajama pants he had worn last night.
“Trevor, you promised...you’re a frustrating patient. You shouldn’t have gotten up on your own. In a few days maybe, but not now.” Reed narrowed his eyes walking closer to the bed.
“What do you have there?” Trevor asked, ignoring Reed’s line of conversation.
“Please let me help you. I don’t want you to fall and re-injure yourself,” Reed said, waiting for Trevor to nod before he continued. “I have scrambled eggs, bacon, toast, and the fried potatoes my mother swears you like. I think you must have some deep Southern ancestry running through your veins with all the jalapenos you seem to like.” Reed came closer to bed, preparing to place the tray in front of him, but Trevor lifted his hand, reaching up to slide it under Reed’s robe. A grin spread across his lips at finding Reed completely nude under the robe, hardening in his hand.
“I suppose those pajamas weren’t to your liking?” he asked, lifting his gaze to Reed as he began to stroke his thickening cock with his left hand. Reed’s arousal jerked, growing rock hard while Trevor continued to tease him, running his thumb over the broad head now sticking out through the robe. He loved how Reed’s cock felt like hardened steel wrapped in warm velvet. His own arousal grew knowing he had such an effect on Reed.
“Mmmm, handsome, you’re playing with fire. I’ve wanted your touch too badly not to respond. Are you listening? Mmm...babe, I...” Reed’s breathing deepened and his hips began to move. The tray was still in his hands, but his eyes closed and his head rolled back between his shoulders.
“I’ve wanted to do this since I was here on our first date. There are lots of things I want to do,” Trevor said, pulling his right hand forward. He reached both hands under the robe, stroking Reed’s cock and gently rolling the tender sac underneath. “Reed, let me taste you before we eat. I dream about what you taste like.”
Trevor strained his body, reaching forward, trying to pull himself up enough to take Reed into his mouth. Reed still held the tray in his hands. His eyes were closed. Trevor continued to stroke back and forth, but his movements and position were awkward, causing pain to sear through his chest and hip. He gripped Reed a little harder than intended while trying to bear the discomfort to keep Reed from stepping away.
“Mmmm, Trevor, you undo me so easily. You’ll have no protest from me. Let’s make this easier on you.” Setting the tray down on a small bedside table, Reed went around the bed. Untying the sash with a quick tug on the silken belt, Reed flipped open his robe, tossing it in the general direction of the trash can his pajama pants were in. He climbed on the mattress, placing himself on the right of Trevor at the headboard. Reed stayed on his knees, trying to give him a little better access. Trevor didn’t hesitate. He took hold of Reed, licking his lips while bringing the hard cock straight to his mouth.