by
Mark 'Ponyboy' Peters
Chapter Forty-Four
'Promesa'
Later that night, well after Olly and I had both gone to bed, I had needed to use the bathroom, so I got up and went out into the hallway, when I overheard my parents talking in the lounge room. Listening for a few moments I learned that my father had apparently had an appointment with a psychologist today.
Wow! They'd certainly kept that quiet.
Initially I thought that with so much happening, maybe my folks didn't want to burden us with anything else, but the more I thought about it the more I realised it wasn't really any of my business anyhow. I was definitely glad that dad was getting some help to deal with what had happened in his past and was hopefully getting some closure on that part of his life. What I focused on was that this was what was best for him, and that's all that really mattered.
When they heard movement in the house they stopped talking, so I did what I needed to do, then went back to bed. In the morning nothing was said, and we all went on with our days. I was hoping that he might fill us in on what was happening and whether any progress had been made, but I wasn't going to be too disappointed if he didn't want to do that. And I certainly wasn't going to ask. They would let us know all in good time, I figured.
Raffa was sleeping when I returned to the hospital that morning, and there was nobody else there with him, so I assumed my accustomed position in the chair beside his bed and just watched him sleep and breathe. I could watch him do that all day if I needed to, such was his beauty in my eyes.
Eventually he did stir, however, most likely due to the increased noise from the day-to-day operations of the hospital, which are never really that quiet. The squeak of trolley wheels, the banging of metal instruments and trays, the gossiping of staff, I felt they all contributed to the gradual awakening of the place, and of the patients herein.
I was just reading something on my phone when I noticed Raffa move for the first time, and I glanced up at his face. He winced in pain, something obviously bothering him, before he settled back down and gradually opened his eyes, which darted around the room, before finally settling on me.
'Hey,' I said to him as he tried to focus on me. 'Good morning.'
'Well, you got the morning part right . . . I think . . .'
'That good, huh?'
'I feel like I've been run over by a car . . . oh, wait . . .'
At least he was still sharp.
'How long have you been here?'
'Hours,' I lied.
'Bullshit artist!'
Yep, he was certainly on the ball this morning.
'You look like you're in pain,' I said.
'Yeah, you could say that.'
'Will I get one of the nurses for you?'
'P-please . . .' he groaned.
I was on my feet in an instant as I went in search of a nurse. I had to wait at the nurses’ station for a few minutes before somebody returned.
'Rafael's awake and he's in quite a bit of pain,' I said to her.
'It's time for his meds anyhow,' she answered. 'Just give us a minute and we'll be in.'
'Thank you,' I replied, before returning to his room.
He looked at me expectantly as I entered.
'On their way,' I said, before sitting back down. His hand was lying on the bed beside him, so I reached out and took it in mine, gently rubbing my thumb over the back of the hand as I held him.
He smiled at me, then closed his eyes as another spasm seemed to hit him. I almost felt that one myself as his hand twitched in mine.
'Fuck,' he moaned. I felt so helpless just sitting here, but there wasn't a fucking thing I could do.
'Tell me what's happening,' I said to him.
'Spasm's in my back,' he replied. 'Sometimes just twitches, but other times, like just then, really sharp and painful.'
'And that's a good sign,' Doctor Chen said, having just entered the room, accompanied by the nurse. 'It means that things are healing, that nerves are doing what they are supposed to do.'
'Really?' asked Raffa. I don’t quite think he believed the good doctor.
'Yes. I know it's not ideal, but if we just keep the painkillers up to you, so you can ride through it, you should be okay,' the doctor added.
'Then what are you waiting for?' Raffa said, giving a slight grimace as he did so.
Doctor Chen nodded to the nurse and in no time, she had dispensed some tablets and given Raffa some water to help wash them down. After quickly checking Raffa over, including doing a test of whether there was any feeling in his legs as yet, they then left us, and I settled down to sit with him for the remainder of the morning. I could see that he was uncomfortable, and I wished there was something that I could do to help, but all I could do was hold his hand and be with him.
After a little while he seemed to relax, which I guess was the meds starting to kick in. We had been chatting about the usual mundane things, about messages I had received from our friends and well-wishers, which he appreciated hearing about. Then I told him about Olly walking in on me in the shower yesterday.
'He what?' Raffa exclaimed. 'I think that boy is going to be a regular little horndog in a few years.'
'Yeah, tell me about it,' I said with a sigh. 'I talked to him afterwards and explained all about what I was doing and stuff. Poor kid's eyes were just about bugging out of his head.'
'I can just imagine. So your dad hadn’t given him the talk yet?'
‘Hell no. I never even got that talk,’ I said with a laugh. 'Which reminds me. What was it your father was on about yesterday, you know, when you got all embarrassed and said “Papa!” back to him?'
'You really don't want to know,' Raffa replied, suddenly looking serious.
'Yes, I do. That's why I asked. He was speaking in Spanish, wasn't he?'
'Yeah, he was.'
'And?'
'Well, if you really want to know, what he said was, hombre puta.'
'Hombre puta,' I repeated. 'Which means?'
'He called me a man whore!'
'He what?' I almost screeched.
'Yeah, when you said I was just being me, he figured out there must have been something dirty in what we were talking about, so that's what he called me. It's just his sense of humour. Sick fucker!'
'Apparently he knows you well, then.'
'He taught me almost everything I know,' he replied. 'The rest I just had to figure out for myself.'
'Yeah, I can just imagine. Seems like you haven't forgotten all that either,' I added.
'Huh?'
I gave a nod to the sheet and blanket that was covering him, and the familiar bulge that was tenting that material upwards.
'You need a hand with that?' I enquired.
'A mouth would be better.'
'You're just a hombre puta.'
'Guilty as charged. Now would you just close the door and get to work . . . please?'
'Are you sure you're up to it? And what about the catheter?'
'What do you think?' he asked, as he lifted the blanket and showed me the evidence. He was as hard as I've ever seen him, and the catheter was no longer there.
'They yanked that bloody hose out last night,' he added, with a leer.
* * *
When I left the hospital around lunch time, there were at least two of us who were pleased with ourselves. As for the male nurse who has apparently interrupted us, well, we really didn't get to ask him what he thought . . . not that he would have seen much, with the sheet covering what I was doing.
It was Raffa, who told me about it after the deed, all about the guy opening the door, his eyes almost bulging out of his head when he realised what was happening, before he quietly retreated.
We had begun slowly, with just my hand under the sheet at first. Raffa had said he'd been able to get that far using his right hand, but with the broken collarbone his movement with that arm was still quite limited and when he did try something his wrist got sore. The desperation in his voice when he said, 'Make me cum,' was clear, so I was happy to oblige, though I will admit that there were times when I wanted to stop, as his body seemed to be wracked with pain.
'Don't you dare stop!' he demanded of me. 'I just need to keep my body still. So be careful, okay!'
So careful was what we did. I couldn't lean on him, so with my lips wrapped around the end of his throbbing manhood, teasing him, sucking him, and one hand continuing to stroke him, I brought him to the edge, then backed off again, doing that time and time again.
'Just fucking make me cum,' he commanded, and so the next time I sensed him getting close, I continued my ministrations, sucking on him, and sucking on him, applying unrelenting pressure, until finally I brought him to a shuddering climax. He filled my mouth with the biggest load he has ever given me, forcing me to swallow shot after shot of his precious juices as they spewed forth, as we didn't want it to spill and for us to be left with any evidence.
As he released his load he gave a strangled cry, and I saw his hands grip the sheets as pain shot through him, but almost immediately I sensed his body relax and the tension flow from him, as he lay back, breathing heavily.
'Holy shit! That was intense,' I heard him say, as I licked the last drops of cum from him.
When I pulled my head out from under the sheet I was grinning at him, while he was grinning back at me, like the proverbial Cheshire cat.
I sat back on the chair and licked my lips.
'Was it good for you?' I asked.
'Babe, you have no fucking idea!' he replied. 'I'm hurting all over, but that'll pass. I promise I'll show you how good it was just as soon as I'm out of here though.'
'You promise?' I asked.
'Promesa,' he replied. 'I promise.'
Had I just learned another word in Spanish?
Raffa then proceeded to tell me what happened with the nurse while I had my head under the sheets, which left me gobsmacked. That feeling was only compounded further a short while later when the male nurse in question returned, this time making sure that he knocked first. He was grinning as he entered the room and saw us there.
'Everything all good in here?' he asked.
'It is now,' Raffa replied. All I could do was blush.
Apparently it was now time for another round of medications, which I knew would be gratefully received by Raffa. Once these were dispensed the nurse left us, then hot on his heels Raffa's parents and brother arrived.
After chatting to them briefly I said, 'I guess I'll leave him to you guys for a while,' then kissed Raffa goodbye.
'Hmmm . . .' he moaned softly, as he tasted the remnants of his cum in my mouth. Hopefully the others didn't pick up on that. When we parted the glint in his eye was obvious. He was in a much better mood now than at any other time I had seen him since his admittance.
'Good luck with him,' I said to his family before I left. 'He's in one of his moods again today, so don't take any shit from him!'
'Who are you calling moody?' he shot back at me, then after I received a grin and a brief, brotherly hug from Leandro, I left him to his family.
* * *
As I tried to get some rest at home that afternoon, the events of the morning kept playing over and over in my mind. Did I really just blow Raffa in his hospital bed? Of course, I would do almost anything for my boyfriend, but that did kind of take me by surprise . . . even if it had been his suggestion in the first place.
Part of me was appalled by what had happened today, especially given that someone had walked in on us during the act, yet another part of me was excited about living on the edge and doing dangerous things. It was like having the devil sitting on one shoulder and an angel on the other, and not knowing which one to listen to.
Maybe this was all just a part of growing up and figuring things out, or maybe there was more to it. Raffa makes me feel things and want to do things that I would never have dreamt of feeling or doing up until just a short while ago. Simply being near him gets my heart and mind racing and my dick throbbing. My every waking thought is filled with him. Nobody else had ever created that sort of a reaction within me. Why was that?
I know full well what the answer to that question was. I'd thought it often enough recently, but maybe I haven't quite believed it, until now.
I am in love. Absolutely, positively, head over heels in love with a guy who means everything to me. Our lives had become intertwined, and now . . . it's as if we are one. We both know what the other is thinking. Sometimes we even finish each other's sentences. As far as I am concerned, we fit together perfectly in all aspects of our lives and having him in my life for as long as he will have me is something I now know that I want desperately.
All I need to do now is find out if he feels the same.
Foregoing my earlier plans of a pleasurable wank while I still had the house to myself, I opted for a quick shower and a change of clothes before returning to the hospital.
I needed to talk to Raffa again. I had a need to be with him, to tell him how I feel, and to find out how he feels. We've both said numerous times that we're now stuck with each other. It was time to test that theory.
After returning to the hospital I found a parking space out the front and headed inside. My palms were feeling slightly damp, and I was a little nervous, though I wasn't sure why exactly. In my mind I had a simple question I wanted to ask Raffa, and that was; 'Where do you see the two of us in five years?’
Raffa was asleep when I arrived, but Antonio and Katherine were still there, so we chatted quietly for a while, before they took the chance to escape, leaving me alone with my boyfriend once more. When he woke sometime later, I was sitting beside him and holding his hand once again.
'Hey, you're back,' he said, once he had focused on me.
'Of course,' I replied, before getting up from the chair and perching myself on the edge of the bed. 'How are you feeling?'
'Drained,' he answered, before chuckling quietly.
'Well, if it's any consolation . . . I didn't need lunch.'
'Yeah, must have been the protein shake you had earlier. They tell me they are both tasty and filling. Can't wait to try one again.'
'You better believe it. And it won't be long now before you'll be able to enjoy one again.'
'We'll see,' he replied. 'So, what brings you back here today?'
'What? Can't I just come and hang with the guy I love?'
'Love, huh? That sounds serious.'
'Would you rather have someone else in love with you?'
'Fuck no! I found the only guy I want!' he replied, while giving my hand a squeeze.
'Me too,' I said, before leaning forward and kissing him. I was still holding his right hand in my left, so I kissed him with my right hand cupping his cheek, feeling the five or six days-worth of whiskers that he had sprouted.
'Thanks for being here,' he whispered.
'I didn't have much else to do,' I quipped. 'But now that I'm here, there’s something I’ve been wanting to ask you.'
'Sounds ominous.'
'Well, we've both already said that we're stuck with each other . . .'
'You better believe it!'
'So how about in five years’ time? Where do you see us then? What do you see us doing?'
Raffa let his head fall back onto the pillow and for a few moments he closed his eyes, causing my heart to suddenly jump in my chest. I hoped to hell I hadn't just fucked things up between us.
Seconds passed, then they turned into a minute.
Fuck!
'Please say something,' I pleaded, as I squeezed his hand.
Raffa opened his eyes and looked straight at me, an impish smile slowly rising.
'I guess that all depends,' he finally replied.
'Meaning?'
'Well, in a worst-case scenario . . .' he began. 'Hopefully you'll be pushing me around in a wheelchair. That’s assuming the worst as far as these things are concerned,’ he added, as he let go of my hand and flicked one of his legs with his hand.
‘And in a best-case scenario?’ I ventured to ask.
‘Well, once I’m over all this shit, you and me, we’ll be livin' the dream. Working, travelling together, having fun and living life to the fullest. Why, where do you see the two of us in five years’ time?'
I just smiled at him as I took hold of his hand once more and squeezed it a little.
'I'll be livin' that dream right beside you, babe,' I replied. 'I love you and I'm not going anywhere. You really are stuck with me.'
Letting go of my hand he reached up and grabbed hold of my t-shirt, pulling me towards him until finally our lips met. We kissed long and hard, our mouths working against each other, our tongues squabbling, invading, and whipping back and forth.
When finally we parted, breathless, I left my forehead resting against his, as I looked deep into his eyes.
‘Promesa?’ he asked.
‘Promesa.’
To be continued . . .
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