I took him fully and suppressed a gag, needing to taste his cock, to make him feel better. He groaned as I moved back and began to suck hard and fast, working his length with my other hand. I moved that way, sucking hard and fast, and I felt his whole body stiffen in response. I spread my legs out to get more leverage and worked him, letting the moisture spread across his cock as I worked him with my other hand. I felt his hands tense in my hair as he let out a low groan.

I tasted his cum before I realized he was finishing. He let it out into my mouth in great spurts, and I swallowed every bit of it as he groaned through his orgasm. I continued to slowly move along his length as he came, and once he was done, I licked off every bit of cum and saliva from his length. I wanted to take care of him, and I wanted to clean him. I felt responsible in some bizarre way for his injuries, and nothing brought me more joy and pleasure in that moment than to make him feel good, even if only for a few seconds.

“Fuck, that was what I needed,” he said.

I smiled up at him. His face was radiant and beautiful, despite the swelling and the bruises.

“Good, I’m glad,” I said.

He reached down and pulled me up to him, onto the couch. I was surprised all over how easily he could lift me, and I felt the power in his muscles, all despite his injuries. He kissed me deeply and passionately, and I sunk into his embrace. The world fell away.

“I’m glad you didn’t run,” he said quietly.

“I’m glad you came back.”

We sat there in each other’s embrace, not thinking about the future or about the past, but enjoying each other’s presence, our breathing quiet and synchronized.

Chapter Seventeen

We spent the next day lying around my apartment. I decided to take the following week off work to be able to spend it with Rex. Neither of us was willing to say it out loud, but that may have been our last time together if the fight didn’t go well. He refused to mention it, and I didn’t want to make him worry about it anymore than he already was. Plus, his body was wrecked in a bad way, and it wasn’t for another day that he felt well enough to get out of bed and walk around, let alone go anywhere. He had been running on pure post-fight adrenaline when he showed up at my apartment.

He was quiet about his suffering, but I knew he was in a lot of pain. I changed his bandages and replaced his ice amidst too many lame sexy nurse jokes, but I laughed at them every time. For some reason, no matter what he said, it made me smile.

We had an unspoken agreement that he would stay with me until his last fight. I had a feeling he was afraid of leaving me alone, or maybe he was more worried about his injuries than he let on. I didn’t mind him being around; in fact, I would have felt hollow and lonely if he had left. I was anxious about what Michael would do if he knew that Rex was staying with me, but I assumed we were safe so long as we stayed inside. Nobody seemed to have followed him to my place that night at least, although I had a feeling we were being watched.

“Think we can leave today?” I asked him a few days later. The fight was only two days out, and I was starting to feel a little stir crazy.

“We can leave whenever. I just haven’t had a reason.”

I laughed. Typical of him to downplay the danger, but I knew he was staying indoors for the same reason I was.

“Well, let’s take a day trip. It’s nice out.”

He looked thoughtful. “Where do you want to go?”

I wasn’t sure. He had just recently felt well enough to move around, which meant we were finally able to explore other physical relationships as well. I had been dying to touch him again after that first night, but he seemed too broken to jostle too much. He had made it up to me in spades, though.

“Your choice. You’re the local here.”

He laughed. “Alright, I have an idea. Ever been to the Reading Terminal Market?”

I shook my head. I had heard of it, but I never bothered going. “No, never been.”

“We’ll go there then. One of my favorite places in the city.”

I loved when he showed me around. He was always going on about the history of the city, talking about different places we could go and their significance. It showed an entirely different level to him, something completely different from his meathead appearance. He genuinely loved the city and history, and he sometimes got pretty nerdy about it.

Tags: B.B. Hamel Dark
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