by
Mark 'Ponyboy' Peters
Chapter Forty-Three
In the days that followed I spent as much time as I could at the hospital, just sitting with Raffa and talking about whatever came to mind. At times I would call Hoppy or Chase and we would all have a conversation, hoping to keep Raffa up on all the goings on in the lives of our friends, as a way of trying to stop him from falling into a deep black hole. Chase also came and visited a couple of times, which brightened all our lives.
Seeing Raffa lying there day after day was a struggle, but I knew it was nothing compared to the struggle that he was going through. Constantly seeing him in pain like this was a burden that I wished I didn't have to see but being there to hold his hand and kiss away tears when needed, that was hardly a burden, that was a privilege in my eyes.
At least by this stage they had been lifting half of the bed slightly so that he wasn't lying entirely flat the whole time. This enabled us to converse normally and for him to eat and drink almost normally, although they did have him on a special diet which consisted of mostly liquid foods. This was to minimise the need for special care and him suffering from any more indignities than he was already having to endure, such as the urinal catheter that had been inserted to drain his bladder, seeing as getting out of bed to go to the bathroom was not possible.
As I came and went, I had started a habit of giving his toes a gentle tweak as I would pass him, I guess in the hope that one day he would tell me to stop annoying him, which would mean he had finally regained some feeling. So far there had been no response, but I still lived in hope.
By Wednesday morning there had still been no change in his condition, and I could see that it was really getting him down. He was growing restless and impatient. He was still strapped to that infernal board, but this was the day when Doctor Chen said that he could finally be released from his confinement.
Finally, some good news.
They asked for Raffa's visitors, which included me and his parents at that point, to leave while the hospital staff could attend to him, so we decided to retreat to the relative comfort of the cafeteria for a coffee and something to eat.
'Bring me back a bacon and egg roll and a thickshake please,' Raffa pleaded with us.
I glanced at Doctor Chen, who I could see was smiling. 'I think not, young man. But I would suggest that you'll be able to enjoy that soon enough.'
'Really?' asked Raffa, with his voice clearly having an edge of excitement to it.
'All in good time,' the good doctor replied.
'I can almost taste it now,' said Raffa.
As we went to leave the doctor said to me quietly, 'Perhaps he might enjoy a fruit smoothie. I can't see any problems with that.'
I gave him a nod and continued to follow Raffa's parents out of the ward, then down to the cafeteria.
'That is good news,' Antonio said, as we took a seat at one of the tables.
'Absolutely,' I replied. 'Some progress must be being made. I don't know if you heard him or not, but Doctor Chen told me as I was leaving that we could take back a fruit smoothie for Raffa.'
'Well, our boy will be pleased about that then,' Katherine replied.
Our boy! I smiled at her and nodded.
I was still getting used to all this inclusivity with Raffa's family. It still felt a little odd that I had been accepted so readily into their family after such a short time, after all, Raffa and I had only been seeing each other for less than a month, but still, it was nice. Nice that I was accepted. Nice to know that any family could so readily accept relationships such as ours. I know that not so long ago such goings on in our family would not have been tolerated, but it just goes to show how times, and people, can change.
I felt like we were all moving forward at a very rapid rate. I just hoped that there would be no more roadblocks in our way.
We returned to the ICU about forty-five minutes later, where we found Raffa sitting up in bed, with the top half having been raised for him. He was looking much happier than when we had left, after the back board he had been lying on had been removed, though I did notice that he winced a couple of times when he moved.
'Only hurts when I move . . . and breathe,' he said to me when he saw me raise my eyebrows at him.
His parents were talking to Doctor Chen as I handed him the mango smoothie I'd brought back for him. He managed to hold it with his right hand and raise it to his lips. At least the broken collar bone, which was strapped, allowed him some movement; even if it was somewhat painful. I also noticed that there were some other straps now around his shoulders. I reached out and touched one of them.
After sucking up some of the smoothie, which resulted in what looked to be an expression of pure ecstasy, he dropped his head back on the pillow and said, 'Ahhhh . . . that's heavenly. Thank you!'
'Anytime, babe. I'll see what else I can smuggle in next visit.'
Touching the straps over his shoulders again I asked what they were for.
'Still got a brace on my back,' he said. 'But at least I'm just not strapped to a bloody board now.'
'Well, progress is progress,' I offered.
'Even if it's painfully slow . . .' he said with a sigh.
'I wish there was something more I could do to help,' I said quietly.
'Just being here is enough,' he replied, as he placed the smoothie container on the bed on his left side, then patted the edge of the bed on his right side, indicating for me to take a seat, which I did.
'Have they said how long you might need to stay here?' I asked him.
'It all depends on these useless things,' he replied, while slapping his thigh. 'They've told me I can expect to be laid up for at least five or six weeks, and that's only assuming I can get some movement and feeling back and can eventually get back on my feet. The doc says he's still confident that they'll come good. I hope he's fucking right.'
'And until then?'
'I'm stuck here getting pampered,' he said, then in a much quieter tone added, 'and getting a serious case of blue balls.'
'Well, if you're already thinking about sex you must be starting to feel better,' I teased him.
'What I'm thinking about is the day they pull this bloody hose from out of my dick, which might even be tomorrow. And after that happens, I might just need to ask you for a favour . . .'
He didn't finish the sentence, just let it trail off, while licking his lips and raising his eyebrows at me.
'What? In here? You're incorrigible, you know that don't you?'
'You've called me that once before. I must look up its meaning one day!'
Before he could say anything more, I went to my phone and opened the web browser, then typed in dictionary.com. I punched in the word incorrigible, then once a result came back, I turned the phone around so he could see it.
A broad smile came over his face as he read its meaning. It read . . . bad beyond correction or reform; wilful; unruly; uncontrollable!
'Yep, That's me. I'm bad to the bone!'
We both laughed at that, which only brought his parents over, asking what was so funny.
'It's probably best you don't know,' I replied. 'Raffa was just being Raffa.'
'Aaahhhhh!' his father replied, while nodding his understanding, and then saying something to Raffa, which to my ears was totally unintelligible, in what I could only assume was the native tongue of his family; Spanish.
'Papa!' Raffa scolded him, while his old man just laughed. Raffa was blushing though. I made a note to ask him later what his father had said.
A short while later Antonio and Katherine left us. After all, there wasn't really any point in all of us just sitting around for the entire time Raffa would be in hospital. And besides, I would need to go back to work eventually, so it stood to reason that I should have some time with him, then they can take up the slack while I'm back at work.
The rest of the afternoon dragged on, and Raffa and I just spent it talking. I turned the visitor’s chair around so that it was positioned near his hips, and I was facing the head end of his bed. With me just holding his hand and facing him, we talked and talked and talked, about anything and everything that came to mind. Eventually we were both starting to grow weary, but that didn't matter. We were together, and despite his incapacity we were two friends simply enjoying each other's company as best we could under the circumstances.
At one point, Raffa nodded off and so I just let him sleep, taking pleasure in just watching him lie there, his bare chest rising and falling with each breath he took, his eyelids fluttering slightly as he dreamed whatever it was that was coming to him. He looked angelic and as I held his hand, while rubbing my thumb gently back and forth over the back of it, I couldn't imagine anyone else I would rather be with.
It was only a short while later that his reverie was interrupted, with the nurses coming in to take his observations and hand out his medications, so his rest was rather short-lived. After that, his demeanour wasn't exactly cheerful, but I couldn't really blame him for that, especially given that he knew he was going to be held captive here for what was increasingly looking like it would be weeks, or possibly months moving forward, rather than just days.
That'd be enough to piss anyone off, I would think.
I left late in the afternoon, after Antonio and Katherine returned. We said our goodbyes, then I kissed him. Raffa brought his one good hand up to my face, holding me there for what seemed an eternity, as if he didn't want me to go. And who could blame him, right?
'I'll see you in the morning, babe,' I said after our lips finally parted, and as I rested my forehead against his.
'You better!' he replied, before pulling me in for another quick peck on the lips.
When I stood to leave, I turned to see his parents both grinning at me. It wasn't so long ago that I would have been mortified at the thought of anyone seeing me kiss someone like that, whether male or female, but after everything we had been through, and were still going through, I don't think there was anything that would phase me now. I was no longer the inexperienced and anxious kid I had been just a few weeks ago. I was a guy who had finally figured himself out, found a loving partner, and we had both been accepted for who we were. There was no better feeling than that.
As I went to leave Antonio stopped me, by placing a hand on my shoulder.
'Our boy,' he said. 'We like that he found someone good.'
'And I like that I found someone good as well,' I replied, before giving Raffa a wink and leaving them for the day.
* * *
I was still smiling when I made it home, where I found the house was all quiet, with dad being at work and mum and Olly being out somewhere. After grabbing a drink from the fridge, I headed for my room, happy to just have some time to chill before everyone came home and the usual barrage of questions began.
It wasn't that I minded all the questions, I was grateful that my family were supportive and genuinely cared for Raffa, but having a little alone time was always good, especially if I'm feeling like I need to take care of business, which right at this moment was something that I felt like I needed to do.
As I sat down on the edge of my bed, I started thinking about what Raffa had implied he wanted me to do for him once a certain piece of equipment had been removed from his body. I guessed the nurses would look after the first part, but then what? Maybe an all over sponge bath, to get the ball rolling, would be the order of the day? Could I help with that? Could I insist on performing that task for my boyfriend?
Suddenly I found myself hardening at that thought. Me, Raffa, a bowl of warm water, some liquid soap, and a sponge, all behind the closed door of his room. What's not to like about that imagery?
Quickly I pulled off my t-shirt and dropped my pants and jocks, then lay back on my bed, before closing my eyes and letting the reel play in my mind. As I watched the scene unfold behind my eyelids, I ran one hand across my body, tweaking my nipples, while allowing the other to slip lower, first across my navel, where I toyed with my innie a little, then down to my now throbbing manhood.
On the silver screen in my head, I could see Raffa smiling at the daydream me, as I approached him with the tools needed to provide him with his sponge bath. He was trapped on his bed, helpless to resist, but I felt sure there would be no resistance anyhow. I could already see that he was excited by the prospect.
I squirted some soap onto the wet sponge and then applied it to his torso, gently rubbing in a circular motion as he looked up into my eyes.
'You know what I want,' he whispered to me.
'And you're going to get it,' I replied. 'But first I want you nice and clean.'
'I won't argue with that. It could be fun,' he replied, as the daydream me worked his body over, leaving no stone unturned, but while also leaving the best part until last, before starting to stroke him in just the manner I knew he loved.
'Are you ready for this?' I asked him.
'Never been more ready,' he hoarsely replied, as I ran my thumb over the tip of his cock, spreading the leaking Pre-cum all around. He moaned as I did that, his body bucking slightly on the bed. I could see him wince in pain, but he was so wrapped up in the sensations coming from his dick that he rode straight through that barrier.
Then I went down on him, taking his cock into my mouth, all the way to the hilt, until his balls were slapping against my chin.
While I was imagining this my real hand was going double-time on my own shaft, as I allowed the fantasy and real worlds to merge. This was the most intense feeling I could ever recall having while pleasuring myself. It was like a double whammy, with imagination and reality both playing out. Confusing, yet exhilarating.
But then, into that strange twilight world of imagination and reality there came a sound. A sound not really expected, but one I knew all too well. The sound of a car being driven past my bedroom window. The sound of brakes giving a slight squeal as the vehicle stopped.
Mum was home. And most likely Olly was as well. Raffa's hospital blow job would just have to wait.
My eyes shot open and I jumped to my feet, before picking up my towel and racing from my bedroom, crossing the hallway and entering the bathroom. Shutting the door with a bang I then quickly turned on the shower and stepped beneath the cold spray, while shivering and trying to dodge the water while waiting for it to warm up. My cock was still standing to attention, begging to be put out of its misery, so once I had the water temperature adjusted just right, I lathered up and finished the job, spraying the glass with shot after shot of pent-up jizz just moments later.
Of course, this happened just as my kid brother stuck his head inside the bathroom door and announced, 'We're home!'
The water coming from the shower nozzle hadn't been hot, so there was no steam in the bathroom at all, and Olly saw it all. Shot after shot of my cum hitting the glass, my hand choking my cock, the shocked expression on my face.
'Jesus H Christ! Don't you ever knock?' I yelled at him.
As quickly as he had opened the bathroom door, he slammed it shut again, before I heard the sound of footsteps running down the hallway, followed by the distant slamming of a door. I could see another long heart-to-heart coming up for the both of us.
I quickly lathered myself up and then rinsed off, being sure to also rinse off the evidence on the glass of the shower, then stepped out and quickly dried myself. Wrapping the towel around me I ventured out into the hallway and was about to enter my bedroom when I heard mum call out.
'What's happened now?' she said. 'Wait, let me guess, he saw something he shouldn't?'
'Hi mum,' I called back. 'Just give me minute.'
'He's down in the back yard. Probably waiting for you.'
'Thanks,' I mumbled, as I entered my room.
Moments later, dressed in shorts and t-shirt, I sheepishly entered the kitchen, where I found mum unpacking groceries.
'Boy stuff, huh?' she said as she looked at me with a grin.
'There was nobody home,' I pleaded.
Fuck, was I now talking to my mother about jacking off? And more to the point, did she know what I was talking about? Holy shit, these last few weeks have been nothing short of mind blowing!
'You better go explain a few things to him.'
'I seem to be doing a lot of that lately,' I countered, only to be stopped just before I reached the back door.
'And how is Raffa today?'
'In better spirits this afternoon,' I answered. 'Still nothing new about the issue of getting feeling back in his legs, but they are still saying it's only a matter of time.'
'Here's hoping,' she replied.
'Yeah.'
I found Olly sitting on the old swing at the bottom of the yard, so I went to him and sat on the ground, leaning against one of the posts.
'Sorry I yelled at you, bud.'
'That's okay,' he mumbled. 'I'm sorry I didn't knock first.'
I gave him a nod and we just looked at each other for a few moments.
'Was that . . . like . . . sex stuff?' he eventually asked.
'Yeah, it was,' I answered truthfully.
'What was it?'
Shit, where do I start?
He was ten years old and I knew he was already experiencing erections, so it would only be a matter of time before he would need to know the rest of it as well. Better to have it all explained now than to have to figure it out for himself, I figured, so over the next half hour or so I explained everything to my wide-eyed, gobsmacked, kid brother.
'Well, you know how you sometimes have a stiffie in the morning?'
'Sometimes? It's every damn day,' he shot back.
'Okay. So, do you like, sometimes rub it, and does it make you feel good?'
'Y-yeah.'
'Well, when you get older, that's what happens when you rub it. You feel good and semen comes out. You'll be able to do it in a couple of years, and mate, once you start, you won't stop!'
He grinned at me when I told him that. Then he said he could hardly wait.
Yep, that's Olly. He just soaks up information like a sponge, then goes all out.
To be continued . . .
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