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Sydney cracked one of his eyes open when he heard the faint sounds of shuffling from beyond his old headphones, pulling one off his ear as he watched Jedidiah carefully shut the bedroom door behind him as he entered their bedroom.
The nurse hit pause on his walkman, pushing his headphones off entirely and making a semi-successful attempt to set them on his nightstand without twisting too much, and aggravating the fragile state of his joints.
Jedidiah slipped his shoes off and headed to their bed where he greeted his boyfriend, who laid propped against an assortment of pillows. He didn’t bother changing into his pyjamas yet, even though dusk was already setting in.
“Hello, love. How is it?” He asked, giving him a cursory once-over.
His lover lingered in the back of his mind on most days, but today had come with an extra twinge of worry that followed him throughout the day.
Although nothing about him looked particularly out of the ordinary, he could tell that the man was still looking rather uncomfortable. He’d been pushing through a pain flare since he’d woken up that morning, his first few moments of consciousness greeting him with one of his least favourite sensations: stabbing.
“A little better,” The sigh that followed told him that even though it was better, it was not as much as he’d hoped. “The Tylenol helped, it’s mostly in my hips and lower back now.”
Like a blade twisting in his pelvis and slinking up his spine, prying his bones from where they were meant to sit comfortably in their sockets. The medication dulled it, but he’d still spent most of the day indulging in small distractions to take his mind off it.
Jedidiah hummed in acknowledgement, crawling onto their bed and carefully sinking into the pillows next to him.
“I’m sorry, my love,” He frowned empathetically, punctuating his apology with a light, comforting peck to the cheek. “Is there anything I can do for you?”
He’d gotten better at asking that sparingly, which Sydney appreciated. He reminded himself that it probably wasn’t easy to see his lover in pain, especially when his co-nurse’s reflex was to dote on him.
Sydney bit the corner of his lip, chewing on it for a moment as he turned a thought over in his mind—or really, a feeling—that he’d been sitting with that evening, while his mind wandered.
“I think…I’m in the mood for a distraction.”
He watched Jedidiah tilt his head with an inquisitive hum, a gesture so endearing that he took the opportunity to close one of his hands–at least to the best of his ability–around a handful of the collar of his muted button-down shirt, guiding him into a deeper kiss.
His grip was loose, but Jedidiah let himself be pulled closer without a second thought. He leaned forward, shifting his weight onto his hip and resting one of his hands on Sydney’s arm for balance.
It was languid and simmering with a certain heat, parted lips slotting together with familiar ease; they skipped the step of timid exploration entirely and allowed their tongues to twist around each other.
The feeling of Jedidiah’s open mouth against his gave Sydney a much-needed, small rush of bliss that briefly allowed him to focus elsewhere from the unavoidable aches and pains in his body.
Jedidiah practically melted into the affection, noticing how Sydney let a second curious hand rest on the outside of his knee.
His thumb stroked back and forth as he subtly explored in the direction of his inner thigh, and Jedidiah shifted his lanky legs closer as pale fingers with chipped polish traced up his fly.
He let out an unexpectedly questionable noise as he felt Sydney delicately push the palm of his hand against his groin, pressing for just long enough to stir interest between his legs.
“That kind of distraction.”
Jedidiah shuddered into the touch, trying to compose himself enough to form a response, but a flustered Oh! was all he managed.
Sydney’s lips quirked into a smile, the first to appear on his face all day.
“I don’t think it’s in the cards to give or get anything inside tonight, but I was thinking, maybe I could…give you some instructions?”
Jedidiah’s cheeks flushed with a vivid pink that crept all the way down his neck. He’d finally begun to let up a little on strictly stifling his embarrassment over acknowledging the effect Sydney’s voice had on him.
At least, he’d managed to squeeze out a suggestion or two for particular things he wanted to explore hearing from Sydney’s mouth; It seemed like the mere reminder had begun to pull his threads loose.
“I would love that, Sydney…” He trailed off from his clear yes, leaving a gap in the sentence that carried a clear silent statement between the two of them.
…But I don’t want you to push yourself too far.
Sydney noted the hint of worry standing out in his blue eyes, and was quick to offer him reassurance.
“I’ll take it easy, okay? Now give me a hand, hon.”
His tone was a bit more lively at the end, picking up a hint of playfulness.
Admittedly, he felt far more tired then reasonable and had little energy to spare in regards to sounding chipper, but Jedidiah’s eager energy fed into his own.
His co-nurse quickly snapped out of his kiss-flushed daze at the request for assistance, sitting up and helping him into a more properly upright sitting position.
He frowned every time he witnessed him wince, which the dark-haired man dismissed as he reminded him it was an inevitable part of changing positions during a flare.
He stacked pillows behind and around his back while he made little adjustments, taking each movement one careful shuffle at a time.
The arrangement came to resemble a throne of pillows for Sydney—a little ridiculous-looking for one person—but it provided his body with the adequate support to sit as close to comfortably as he could get.
When he was settled, Jedidiah began to maneuver to carefully kneel between his legs, leading with a gentle hand on his thigh.
Sydney gave him a questioning hum, quietly meant to ask what he was doing. He froze, the red on his face still lingering at the tops of his cheeks and ears.
“I could get you off real quick? Of course, if it’s too much—“
Jedidiah, anxious he’d come off too pushy, always prefaced his offers to please him in a sweet, but almost overly polite manner.
However, Sydney was quick to realize he could never truly conceal the eagerly excited glint in his eyes when he was presented with the opportunity to lavish him with his mouth.
It seemed to be equal parts an act of service for himself, as much as it was for the man on the receiving end of his skilled tongue.
The shorter cut him off with a gesture to move closer, in which he complied. He could feel the shift in the air between them taking place, his half-lidded gaze and confident flick of his wrist already turning Jedidiah’s fretful demeanor into something relaxed and malleable in his hands.
When he was close enough, and half-leaned over him, Sydney grasped his chin between his index finger and his thumb, so their gazes were made equal.
“You’ll get me off, don’t worry.” His voice slipped lower, still his higher-pitched lilt but with a firm edge to it.
With the adjustment in his tone came a feeling that washed away his own uncertainty, drowning out the cruel repetition of you’re useless when you’re like this that lingered in the back of his mind on days when he couldn’t bring himself to tough his way through the pain of getting out of bed.
And of course, Jedidiah was drawn to it like a moth to a flame, enraptured by the way his dark pupils dilated and his voice told him he was no longer afraid to bite the gentle thing in his hands.
He pulled him closer, almost far enough forward to topple him over, and leaned in like he was going for a kiss. He stopped just short of Jedidiah’s lips, ghosting them with his own.
“But first, I want a show. Strip for me.”
Jedidiah’s mouth was open, but he couldn’t conjure any words. Not when a warm rush of both shyness and piqued curiosity washed over him at the smooth delivery of the command.
He was a little surprised, the quirk of his eyebrows surely gave it away. He didn’t necessarily feel negatively towards his body, but he never thought it to be much worthy of the excitement or anticipation of a dramatic reveal.
“Uh, I—sure, yes, I c-can do that...”
His voice wobbled a little as Sydney’s proximity vanished as soon as it had pulled him in, the hand on his chin returning to his lap and leaving just his full attention on him.
Jedidiah glanced down at what he was wearing, deciding that he certainly wouldn’t have called it seductive by any means.
He’d chosen a baggy, brown-and-blue sweater vest over an off-white button-up with his sleeves rolled up, and an uninteresting pair of jeans that day. He would’ve at least put on dress pants if he’d known there would be an occasion for them.
He wasn’t sure in the slightest how the whole striptease thing worked, or how to move with any sort of sexy allure, so he started by simply crossing his arms and tugging his sweater vest over his head with a little less hurry than usual.
The simple motion caused Sydney’s sluggish heartbeat to speed up a little, though, as he watched the wiry, sharp lines of Jedidiah’s arms draw from his waist to above his head as he pulled off his outermost layer.
He moved with a stiffness that was masculine in nature, one Sydney would admit he’d admired since they were teens. His eyes were always naturally inclined to follow the lines of his silhouette, from the point of his perfectly bent elbows to the slight arch of his spine as the knitted garment cleared his head.
“Take it nice and slow, honey.”
He reminded him, growing warmer in more than just his face as he watched his love set the sweater aside, and reach for the buttons of his off-white shirt.
There was a subtle deliberateness to the way he undid each one with ease, although he was unable to look Sydney in the eye as he did so.
The watchful man continued to bite his lip as the expanse of his scruffy, freckled chest were revealed more and more at his unhurried pace. It gave him time to trace the slope of his collarbones to the divot of his neck, up to the anticipatory bob of his Adam’s apple.
There was a small rush of arousal that never went away each time he caught sight of the trail of light brown hair that grew around his freckled naval and thickened as it dipped below his beltline.
He tugged at the shirt to untuck it from his pants, giving Sydney an eyeful of the way his forearms flexed, and a peek of his angular hipbones underneath.
A breathy hum of enjoyment, barely audible, came from his mouth and briefly drew Jedidiah’s attention back to him as he slipped the sleeves of the button-up off his shoulders one by one.
He shot him an endearingly awkward smile, fumbling with the twisting of fabric where he’d bunched the sleeves up at his forearms.
The thoughts that ran through Sydney’s head in response could’ve made Jedidiah blush from his ears all the way down his chest, had he chosen to voice any of them.
Jedidiah, on the other hand, still bashfully paused when it was time to reach for his belt, despite a lifetime of undressing himself in front of—and being undressed by—the other man on the bed.
It was different, with Sydney’s eyes pinned to the intricate little motions of his fingers when they finally cooperated after a few seconds of stalling. He tugged at the leather and pulled the buckle free, loosening it and slipping it off entirely from around his hips.
There was no graceful manner to move forward with removing his pants sitting down, so he sat up to his knees to push the denim off, leg by leg.
Only when he paused after did he notice the way the nurse was shamelessly ogling him, looking wide-eyed and flushed.
“Keep the boxers on, they look good on you.”
Sydney instructed, making him regret his choice of wearing a pair that was a bit more form-fitting on him that day.
He also felt the strong urge to hide his face, or even himself entirely, but there was nowhere to go when he was stripped down to his underwear.
Under his watchful peering, it was difficult not to be suddenly made aware of the way the confident words paired with the hungry look he’d been receiving had started to cause his blood to stir lower, in other places beyond just his face.
The man’s gaze alone was enough to make him feel pinned to the bed, enjoying the pleasant little hint of satisfaction that came from the thought of Sydney not allowing any inch of him to go unobserved, untouched.
Jedidiah finally lifted his eyes in return to properly take the man in, raking across the way he was laid out so casually in front of him. He was wearing a loose band t-shirt that frayed at its edges, and a pair of boxers patterned with an assortment of stylized mushrooms.
His legs rested in front of him, knees at a bend and ever-so-slightly spread in a way that was surely meant to drive him crazy.
When Jedidiah spoke again, his voice carried a different kind of anticipation. “What can I do for you, sir?”
The honorific carried a weight that could’ve made Sydney shudder with the way he said it, fully indulging himself in the headspace of surrender. Sir.
It spurred Sydney, ready to push the buttons that Jedidiah had shyly revealed in a long overdue conversation that he’d wanted to be pushed by him, and him only.
“Wow, eager to get your dick wet, huh?” He said with a faux scoff, raising his eyebrow.
(Of course, he didn’t need to know that Sydney had already begun to feel the wet ooze of slick present in his own boxers from his display of stripping.)
“No! No, th-that’s not—I want to make sure you’re comfortable first!”
His red face turned redder as he pleaded his innocence, his hands jumping from their resting spot in his lap to wave defensively in front of himself.
Sydney struggled not to break character with a playful smile, endeared by how much he worked himself up over the idea of being some sort of deviant.
That was the button he was looking to press, and he was ready to hold it down.
“So, you wouldn’t mind doing something more…innocent for me, then?”
He added a little purr to the end of the last word, purposefully contradicting himself to watch Jedidiah struggle to focus on the question itself and not the tone he’d laced his words in.
Jedidiah swallowed, his throat thick with the rising creep of shame that only further turned him on. He needed to get his mind out of the gutter.
“Whatever you want, lo—sir.”
Sydney smirked each time his pension for pet names made him slip up, finding it adorable. He rewarded the correction with a click of his tongue, and a “Good boy.”
He tried to sit up as straight as his back would allow him, without pushing the pain further up.
“You’d be able to handle something like a massage then, no problem, right?”
He was so screwed.
Sydney had been the one to encourage him to explore the things that brought him a sense of shame and also intrinsic arousal. On his mental list, that had quickly made its way to the top.
—But giving him a massage was usually a completely innocent activity, he swore!
In fact, it had informally found itself becoming a regular part of their nightly ritual. After dinner, Sydney would inform him of wherever was giving him trouble, and he’d spend a few minutes carefully working his hands into the spot while they discussed delightfully trivial little matters.
On occasion, though, the intimacy of the touch or the pleased noises Sydney would make as he melted a little at the release of tension would make Jedidiah feel hot all over, and he’d need a moment alone in the bathroom to pull himself together afterwards.
It made him feel stained by his own obscenity. Here was his boyfriend, seeking a moment of relief from the constant state of pain he was in, and he had the gall to think of pressing him into the bed or brushing against him like some sleazy creep?
It wasn’t hard to tell that he was overthinking his response, so Sydney provided him with some clarity to the question.
“You’ll be able to control yourself like a good pet, and only touch where I tell you, when I tell you?”
Jedidiah gave him a firm nod. “O-of course, sir.”
“Great. My knees and hips have been killing me,” He made a small groan when he shifted his knee in his direction, and gestured over to the wooden cabinet against the wall.
“Can you grab the lidocaine patches and lotion?”
“Yes, sir.”
He rose to half-steady feet, repeating the simple instructions in his mind as he went to retrieve them. With his back turned, he subtly adjusted the position of his underwear, giving himself a bit more room in the front.
He acquired the box of numbing patches and the bottle, settling back to his position sitting at his feet. He held up the patches first and asked, “Where would you like these, darling?”
Technically, he was only to address him as “sir” when they play this game, but occasionally Sydney allowed a slip-up to go intentionally unnoticed. He couldn’t help the way his heart softened when he looked so eager to help in a manner that was tangible.
He pointed to just below his left kneecap, which insisted on irritating him at the slightest rotation, and then to another spot on his flank.
“Here and here, thank you.” In turn, he was the one to slip up next. He quickly realized his tone lacked any assertion or edge, and he awkwardly cleared his throat before tacking on “—nerd.”
Jedidiah snorted, the tension between them briefly cracked as he suppressed a laugh, and Sydney attempted to hide a rather unserious grin.
With careful precision, he peeled the protective layer off the patch and lined it up with Sydney’s knee, delicately smoothing the adhesive over. He repeated the process on both his hips, determined to stay more focused on properly applying it over the fact that to do so he had to hold his hip for stability.
He politely pulled the hem of his boxers back over the patch, and even at a glance, Sydney’s posture soon seemed to indicate he was already experiencing the effects of its relief. His own shoulders relaxed a little, and he was grateful to see him hurt less.
Back to the other object beside him, he hadn’t been so nervous to pick up a bottle of lotion since he was a teenager. He didn’t want to keep Sydney waiting, though, so he pumped some into his hand and was met with its pleasantly fresh, floral scent.
He used one hand to maneuver pillows under both of Sydney’s feet, starting his attention on the right ankle. He rubbed his hands together to spread the lotion until it coated his palms, and cautiously lifted it enough to assist him with a few gentle rolls of his ankle.
He could feel Sydney’s eyes honing in on his hands again, watching his lithe fingers press into his ankles with small circular motions, gliding smoothly.
He knew where the arthritis ate away at his joints, and he shifted the weight of his foot in his hand as he massaged to keep it dispersed. He could see the scarred indents on the side of his foot from the blisters his braces would occasionally cause, and he made sure to rub the cream in particularly well.
He followed the tight muscles up the back of his calf that had been working overtime to keep his knees in place. He slid his hand over the fuzzy layer of hair up his leg, using his thumbs to simultaneously knead the back of his shin.
The reduced pain in even just one area made it feel less like his whole body was being squeezed until he couldn’t breathe. Sydney came to the conclusion that his hands must simply be magical.
The combination of watching his lover’s face grow concentrated, the flex of his forearms, and firm, but gentle and knowledgeable touch made his cock begin to pulse softly between his legs.
Jedidiah found that once he’d gotten his hands on Sydney, his mind relaxed a little, muscle memory reminding him that he knew exactly what to do.
When he reached his knee, he could feel the strain coming from the odd angle of his hip, threatening to slip from its socket in the position it was in. He carefully felt around to align his kneecap and his femur, before he slid his hand above his knee and muttered ”deep breath for me” and made a small, sharp motion back that resulted in a cartilaginous pop that settled his hip back into place, and away from the risk of a full subluxation.
He winced at the immediate sharp pain of the realignment. It quickly gave way to relief that pooled with his arousal, making him moan at the feeling that spread from his fingertips.
Jedidiah kept his eyes fixed on where his hands were in front of him, trying not to appear as affected as he was by a sound like that coming from his boyfriend’s mouth.
It wasn’t unusual for him to make some kind of noise of discomfort, followed by contentment, when he assisted in the repositioning of his joints. But the soft, breathy groan, just louder than a whisper, was hard to mistake as anything but a noise of pure pleasure.
The sound was set on replaying in his mind as he switched to mirror his motions on the other leg, minus the need for realignment. His heart rate steadily climbed as he tried to focus on working out the tensest spots around his knee and calf, and not the way the other man’s posture was opening up as he relaxed.
Of course, Sydney seemed to choose the moments where his mind threatened to lose focus the most to make the sweetest sounds, little sighs and groans that spilled from his lips.
Despite Jedidiah’s air of attentiveness, each one would make him pause for a fraction of a second, hiding his falter behind the guise of adjusting his position or needing a moment to rest his shoulders.
The breathy ”Mm, that’s perfect” that tumbled from his lips as he massaged the spot below his kneecap made him squeeze his thighs together, repeatedly reminding himself that he’d promised not to stray from his instructions.
The theory that Sydney was toying with him was solidified when he finished his knee and began to lean forward to work on his hip. He took the opportunity to conveniently extend his leg, slotting it right between Jedidiah’s.
The nurse had been subtly watching him out of the corner of his eye, finding amusement in the silent entertaining display that was Jedidiah’s composure beginning to unravel as his futile fight to maintain his dignity fought with the ache of his want.
He ran his hands up the length of this broad thigh, but stopped just short of where his boxers did. He longed to lean down and kiss the soft skin below his hands, nip and lavish until his pleased noises filled his ears. He craved it.
“Are you distracted?”
Sydney asked coyly, with a deceptively innocent tilt of his head.
He squeezed his thigh perhaps a bit more firmly then intended, conjuring a response that was little more then an extended stammer as he was broken away from his train of thought.
“No, s-sir—you’re—sorry, I’m—“
He flailed to come up with an excuse that didn’t make him sound like he was incapable of thinking with anything but what was between his legs, drooling over a bit of exposed skin.
Sydney’s patronizing laugh was like fingers digging in a bruise, painful and pleasing in a way that left him craving more.
“You’re not turned on, are you?”
If it wasn’t obvious by the bright red flush that had spread from his face to his neck, or the inability to meet his gaze, it was obvious by the fact that he’d had a steadily burgeoning erection from the moment Sydney had brushed him with his tender, enticing touch. However, a little suspension of disbelief went far in the bedroom.
“Jeez, it's just a massage, not a blowjob.”
Sydney scoffed, leaning his knee against Jedidiah’s inner thigh. It had not yet brushed his groin, but was dangerously close to doing so.
He held his lips shut as he felt a whine build in the back of his throat, audibly muffled. He was asking for more.
Small steps were still progress, and Sydney counted the fact that he’d made any sort of indication of his wants a win for Operation-undo-twenty-five-years-of-religious-guilt.
“It’s cute, y’know, watching you pretend like you’re all chivalrious and pure-hearted…”
He finally raised his knee, positioning it up against the outline of his bulge. “…but I’d say this tells me otherwise.”
Jedidiah whined a little louder, keening as his cock strained for any sort of firm pressure.
“I-It’s hard, when you’re….”
He trailed off, still grappling with the nagging worry that he was demeaning Sydney. He felt a hand brush over his, causing him to look up and see that behind the nurse’s sharp demeanor was a patient, encouraging look.
“…God, Sydney, you’re sexy.”
The admission caught him off guard entirely. He hadn’t expected to hear that now, while he wore an old t-shirt, sported messily pulled back hair, and chronic eyebags.
It sent a flustered warmth blooming down his spine, briefly overpowering the persistent discomfort in his back that fought for his attention.
Jedidiah’s pupils dilated as he watched him wordlessly go red in the face, a beat of quiet passing between them as it sunk in.
He quickly recovered, pretending it hadn’t affected him in a way that left him hot all over while he continued on.
“Yeah, what else? What were you thinking about, while your hands were on me?”
He distracted him by pushing his knee up just a little further, rubbing against where he knew he would be most sensitive.
Jedidiah nearly buckled in response, letting out a choked noise as he refused to bow to the urge to roll his hips and directly break his instructions to not pleasure himself.
He struggled to focus on anything but how badly he wanted to rut himself against his boyfriend’s leg, like he was an animal in heat.
“Y-Your thighs…”
His voice trembled a little as he squeezed his legs around Sydney’s knee, letting out a sharp exhale as he rubbed against his shaft.
“What about them? Tell me, and you’ll have earned your reward.” He purred, continuing his nudging.
Jedidiah was desperate, letting the first things he thought of tumble straight from his lips and into the open.
“Th-They’re soft. They’re always perfect for me to lay on…”
He looked down to where his hands were still planted on his thigh, and couldn’t resist the urge to tease the hem of his boxers with his fingers.
“…I like how…certain items of clothing…fit them.”
“Pants?” Sydney quipped, determined to poke fun at him over that particular weakness any chance he got.
“Yes, pants. Shorts…skirts…” He made a bashful sort of noise, like he was clearing his throat. “…boxers.”
He couldn’t help it when they fit him the way they did, hugging his hip dips and sitting snugly where the pronounced curve of his behind met the back of his thighs.
Catching a glimpse of the elastic waistband peaking out from his low-waisted skirts was enough to make him salivate.
“See, that wasn't that hard at all,” Sydney gave him an appreciative hum. “Now go ahead, down.”
He could’ve cried in relief when he was finally rewarded with the one-word command to settle between his legs.
He released Sydney’s leg from between his own, immediately caressing both his thighs, settling into the space between them as he slid his chest to be level with his hips.
“I need to taste you, Sir, please, may I—“
He pleaded, the whine in his voice returning. He reminded Sydney of an antsy dog, waiting for his dinner to be placed in front of him and even more eager for his release word to devour it.
He reached his hand out to brush his chin, holding his jaw in place.
“Your hands stay where they are. No touching yourself, yet, sweetheart.”
He paused, a crack in his suave expression bleeding into a hint of timid insecurity. “…Before you do anything—I probably won’t cum, but it’s not you! It’s…the pain.”
Much to his frustration, even pleasure couldn’t rival the way pain seeped into his every movement during a flare. As much as he wanted to, he struggled to climax when his body was exhausted and tensed from hurting.
He had a tendency to repeat his explanation each time the situation arose, a small voice in his head telling him it made him an inadequate lover.
Each time, he’d wait to catch a glimpse of fleeting disappointment on Jedidiah’s face, but he never did. Instead, he found only his sultry and adoring gaze mirrored back at him.
“Don’t worry about that, Sir.” He insisted, pressing a kiss to the sliver of stomach visible where his shirt had ridden up, and then a few more to his waistband below.
“Just lay back, and enjoy yourself. No need to move to get these off.”
Sydney brushed his cheek gratefully with his thumb, and tried to relax his against the pillows.
Jedidiah’s face was so close he could feel his breath through the thin fabric, causing him to exhale with a pleasant shudder as the hot air teased his core.
Somehow, Jedidiah still found ways to tease him, even at his mercy.
“Go ahead.”
The release phrase was uttered, and Jedidiah buried his face in Sydney’s clothed cunt instantly, like he longed for it. He shut his eyes and inhaled deeply, no longer biting his cheek as he rather audibly moaned.
He pushed his tongue out enough to engulf himself in the taste of his seeping arousal and rich scent. His sweat mixed with the detergent they shared for their laundry, the earthy undertones tying it together to make it uniquely his.
Sydney was unlike anything he’d ever had the pleasure of breathing in or tasting before. He felt a euphoric buzz settle over him, drawing in as much of him as his lungs would allow him to hold.
His cock responded with an equal display of enthusiasm, beginning to leak from the tip.
Sydney gasped as soon as his nose brushed where his cock was nestled, and he felt the vibrations of his noises race to set every nerve ending in the area alight.
His wetness immediately soaked the front of his underwear as the fabric was pushed into it, leaving a shiny gleam on Jedidiah’s lips.
He swiped his tongue across them, savouring it before redirecting his attention to making a slow, firm upstroke from his hole to the top of his cunt.
“You wanted this—ah— bad, huh? All alone in your office, thinking about the taste of my cock in your mouth?”
“God, yes, sir.” Jedidiah rasped between licks, the soaked fabric sticking to his tongue in the process.
At times, he found himself locked in his office, playing with the inside of his cheek incessantly while he worked. He’d stroke the back of his teeth with his tongue, restlessly yearning to put it to use while he tried to focus on whatever was in front of him.
Now, he used the friction of the thin cotton to his advantage, dragging his tongue over his most sensitive spot.
It was a blunter and rougher sensation than just his tongue by itself, but Sydney could still feel the deliberateness of the muscle working behind it. Each stroke was broad, and slick enough to still be smooth.
The nurse was usually inclined to show his encouragement through physical gestures—thrusts of his hips, sharp squeezes of Jedidiah’s hair, caressing any part of him within reach—but that was all far too much of a risk with the state of his irritated hips and stiff hands, unfortunately.
Instead, he focused on moaning out for him, singing his praises as he made him twitch and cry out. Now that they were (almost) entirely alone on the campgrounds, he didn’t have to shy away from raising his volume.
“Oh, Jeddie, mm—so good for me—ngh, keeping your mouth—nice and busy.”
Jedidiah’s mind was mostly absent of thought for once, but it did cross it how unfair it was that even Sydney’s rambling, blissful dirty talk was still able to make his entire body feel like jelly.
His hands started to absentmindedly wander from where they’d been planted on his thighs, moving up to stroke his hip and then traveling down to cup the curve of his ass.
He didn’t realize until Sydney scolded him, his voice far too breathy and elated to sound remotely harsh.
“What did I say about—agh—getting handsy?”
He pulled back and whined apologetically, making up for it by honing in his attention.
He momentarily glanced down while he gulped air, taking in how the drenched fabric of his underwear clung to the outline of his anatomy, the head of his cock just big enough to poke against it.
He dove back in and lightly sucked on it, alternating between stroking it with the tip of his tongue in tight circles. Sydney’s breathing grew heavier, struggling not to make any movements too intense for his body as he dug his ankles into the sheets.
He could certainly feel the potential for an orgasm pooling inside him, like hot sparks ready to become full-on fireworks.
However, the moment he tried to relax his abdomen his back ached painfully and his ligaments began to shift dangerously under their strain; immediately extinguishing any chances of crossing that threshold.
Despite that, he still thoroughly enjoyed the way his lover’s tongue curled around his most vulnerable spots. Not to mention, the sight of Jedidiah worshipping between his legs was enough to make him feel adored.
His handsome shoulders flexed every time he eagerly tried to maintain his position, occasionally raising his head enough to give Sydney a nice view of his flushed cheeks and the pre-cum that gleamed on his lips, dripping from his chin.
He reached what he wouldn’t quite call an orgasm, but wouldn’t not call it one either—something as equally confusing to feel as it was to explain. He rode it out, and managed to get the attention of the other man with his words barely pulled together.
“S-slow…I think…I’m done…”
Jedidiah couldn’t help but feel a little proud of himself, knowing he’d done a good job if Sydney wasn’t able to form full sentences.
He acknowledged it with a light squeeze of his thigh, and began to gently ease the intensity of his sucking, feeling the pulse of his cock begin to slow.
“Thank you….Thank you.”
Jedidiah murmured as he finally popped his mouth off, attempting to wipe some of the wetness off his face with the back of his hand.
“How are you?”
Jedidiah looked up, checking in on him while simultaneously drinking in Sydney’s beauty from his angle, his lips flushed and parted as his chest rose and fell through the dizzying rush.
“That was—great. I’m exhausted,” Sydney could tell his body had exerted a bit of his energy reserves, but he argued to himself it was worth it as he was flooded with the pleasant, fuzzy high of satisfaction.
He felt light and powerful at the same time, even if it was purely a temporary state of mind. His hips and knees felt a little looser, and the patches he’d applied were finally dulling the aches.
Jedidiah pushed himself to get up, but was surprised to feel Sydney’s legs crowding him, brushing his sides to stop him.
“…But, I’m not done with you yet.” He enthralled him with his sweet tone, and smug half-smile.
Despite the deep ache in his core caused by his words, he still couldn’t help but be weary that he might overexert himself over a problem that Jedidiah could easily solve single-handedly.
“Don’t strain, love.” He reminded him, relaxing his shoulders. “It’s nothing I can’t take care of myself.”
“Exactly.” Sydney gave him a smirk that bordered on devious. “All I have to do is lean back, and watch you.”
His blue eyes widened as he wrapped his cotton-filled mind around the insinuation as a soft ”okay” slipped from his mouth.
Even past his teenage years, he was a bit shy about touching himself, as it wasn’t something he did often. He thought back to the hungry gaze Sydney had looked him up and down with, though, as he’d undressed, and shivered at the thought of seeing it again.
“Help me get these off?”
Sydney gestured to his boxers, the entire front of which were saturated with evidence of Sydney’s soaking wet arousal and Jedidiah’s passionately attentive mouth.
He tried not to let himself get distracted by his own hot, pulsing urges as he carefully helped him slide the garment off his hips. His slick clung to the fabric stringily, in an obscene but alluring way.
He placed it off to the side, and Sydney was quick to beckon him to sit between his legs, so that his chest was flush to Jedidiah’s back.
He felt wholly exposed when the man rested his head on his shoulder and peered over, surveying the strained outline of his cock confined tightly to his thigh. A matching wet patch on his own boxers had grown over the course of the evening, starkly visible.
“You’re going to touch yourself for me,” Sydney instructed whilst he nosed at his neck affectionately.
The yes, sir on the tip of Jedidiah’s tongue melted before he could speak. Hot breath was blown on the sensitive side of his throat, sending goosebumps down his arms.
“Take it off, I want to see the mess you made.”
Sydney reveled in the way Jedidiah squirmed with each word—each exhale—air tickling his skin.
Despite the delicate care he’d managed to put into his hands moments prior when he’d helped Sydney, they felt heavy and distant now that it was his turn to try and shimmy his underwear off his hips.
Sydney was patient though, in the meanwhile he ran his open palms from his stomach to his chest, grounding him.
He made a pleased noise as the freckled man managed to slide the fabric off his lanky legs after a few moments of struggle; giving him a nice view of his stiff, flushed cock standing at attention.
He couldn’t help but admire how the vibrant pink flush of the head matched the one on his cheeks, creeping down his shaft the same way it crept down his neck. It gleamed in the light, smeared evidence of his steady stream of pre-cum.
He used his middle finger to gently tap the slit, where a fat, clear droplet oozed out and stuck to the pad of his finger.
“Wow, I never really pegged you as an underwear pervert, but you would’ve kept going until you came untouched, hm?”
Jedidiah whimpered and squirmed his hips at the chance to feel himself brushed by his hand again. He was chock full of the searing hot, embarrassed feeling he got from Sydney’s teasing, burning up his senses and causing another small gush to drip down the side of his cock.
“Maybe….” He whined, high-pitched and strained.
Sydney wished his fingers would comply just enough to allow him to squeeze the pale thighs bracketed in by his own. He settled on skimming across them, sliding over the expanse of freckles as his amusing display of squirming grew.
“Next thing I know, you’ll be sniffing my laundry for it,” He paused, hands lingering just below his angular hips, leaning in to tickle his earlobe with his lips. “Maybe I’d catch you with your face buried in my dirty boxers?”
“Christ, Sydney…” He replied weakly.
The nurse’s words had a way of bypassing his outermost protective layer—the squeaky clean image he upheld of an average, well-adjusted, semi-man of faith—and pried into his deplorable fantasies, ones that he swore he’d keep in a sealed box in the back of his mind until they were coaxed out.
But those curved, polish-adorned fingers cracked open the lid to that box—and to his surprised—entertained each and every one of them.
He leaned his head back against Sydney’s shoulder, picturing it.
The softness of the light, cotton fabric he preferred running between his fingertips; all in his mind’s eye, engulfed in his scent.
Would he find a pair with an eccentric pattern peaking out from the top of his hamper? Or would he see it lying in a pile of other clothes on their bed, while the sound of the shower carried in the distance?
Sydney took advantage of the neck he could now reach, nipping in between softer kisses. He nudged Jedidiah’s hand—previously glued to his leg—towards his lap.
For once, he didn’t overthink the cue, moving his hand the rest of the way to wrap his nimble fingers around his throbbing length.
His breath hitched in relief as he was finally allowed to indulge, and melted into the nurse’s wide frame as dragged his hand up and down.
Sydney made noises of encouragement, rewarding him with the sound of his own muffled moans from behind the fresh bruises he was leaving on his shoulder.
He relished in the way he could feel him tense and relax in his grasp as he explored every inch of his pale hairy torso, teasing his chest with the flat of his palm.
Jedidiah let out sharp whimpers as he enveloped the head of his cock with his hand, using what he’d leaked to lubricate it.
He felt like his whole being was an exposed nerve, each brush of the edge of Sydney’s digits against his nipple created extended shocks of pleasure.
Sydney subtly slipped his arm to grab the discarded boxers in reach, creeping his hand into the other man’s lap to introduce the fabric. He immediately took to thrusting into it, pushing his hips up so it dragged across his entire length.
Sydney let out a sultry whistle as he drank in the sight. “It makes sense that a horny dog like you would need my boxers to jack off…Would you like it if I caught you?”
He nodded fervently, barking his answer between groans. “Yes! I’d be so—s-sorry, sir.”
Picking up his underwear and double checking his surroundings, unbuckling his belt, lowering his fly; already palming his half-hard bulge with the wad of fabric held in between, grinding into it—
—when all of a sudden the bedroom door creaks open—
“You’re not sorry enough to stop now though, are you?” Sydney mused, interjecting.
He keened, making a guilty noise through his huffs. “Hngh…I can’t—I’m—I’m close.”
Having Sydney deny him of his orgasm until the very end was borderline painful, but the way it built inside him when he was finally allowed his release was unlike anything else.
“It’s okay,” Sydney cooed sweetly, eyes hungrily drawn to the way his thrusts were becoming rapidly erratic.
“Every pretty-boy has a dirty secret, and it seems to me like you know exactly what yours is. You’ve earned it, baby.”
He couldn’t pinpoint what finally pushed him over the edge—wether it was the way the syllables rolled off his tongue in his dulcet tone, or the press of his firm, warm body behind him—but not soon after, he was crying out in a culmination of pleasure.
His cock spasmed while he gave a final staggered thrust of his hips into the fabric. His sticky release spurted directly onto Sydney’s boxers, heavy with a mix of their combined fluids.
Sydney held him steadily through his climax until he shakily began to relax, helping him come down with soft kisses against the clusters of freckles peppered with bruises on his shoulders.
Amongst the thick, dreamy fog of his mind and distant tingle of his limbs, a coherent sentance reached the forefront of his mind.
Oh my god. Did he really just come all over Sydney’s underwear?
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Sydney found himself humming as a boxy device meant to read his vitals was clipped to one of his fingers, supported by Jedidiah’s hand under his wrist.
His co-nurse sat on the edge of their bed, having pulled on a fresh pair of briefs and an old t-shirt after they’d both come down from their respective rushes.
When his legs had finally felt like they weren’t made of jelly, he’d taken a quick trip to the bathroom for their box of post-coital supplies. Amongst the items he’d come back with were bath wipes, a pocket-sized bottle of electrolyte drops, and a spare pulse oximeter.
He made a pleased noise as he read the numbers on the small screen, still within the normal range.
He unclipped it from his finger, and handed Sydney his water bottle to sip from.
“Thanks for humouring me, babe.”
Sydney readily took a few gulps of water, and placed it back on the nightstand at his side.
“I mean, sucking me off so well I have a heart attack would be a pretty killer thing to brag about.” He replied jovially.
Jedidiah seemed far less amused, only tentatively having forgave him for the time they’d mutually gotten a bit carried away in the back room, and afterwards Sydney had stood up and immediately fainted.
“Let’s try to avoid any major cardiac events while we’re both naked? For my sake?” He pleaded in his playfully dry voice, making the nurse snort with laughter.
“Fiiiiine.”
Jedidiah set the bag down, and positioned himself back at Sydney’s side on the bed. Sydney shifted his arm to allow him to maneuver under it, and rest his head against his chest.
Sydney’s eyes fluttered, exhaustion having crept its way in. Despite the dull ache all over still persistent as ever, the numbing patches and massage he’d received had helped him relax substantially. And seeing his boyfriend completely at his mercy, begging for him, of course.
He fought the pull of sleep, an urge to voice what lingered on his mind before it took him.
“Hey, did you like all the stuff I said to you? Well, I can assume you liked it. But it wasn’t too much, or anything? I can tone down the name-calling if you like, I got more into it then I thought, and wasn’t thinking too much.” He admitted, a little sheepish over how much he found himself enjoying the sheer power he wielded during their scene.
Jedidiah struggled to verbalize just how much he’d enjoyed it, but he could safely say Sydney wasn’t off in his assumption, considering he’d found himself unwaveringly hard as a brick the entire time.
“It was perfect. Like—maybe a little too perfect. I really didn’t think I was going to last that long.”
Sydney let out a sleepy laugh, more akin to an entertained huff. His eyes were growing heavier by the second, and he yawned part way through his sentence, which promptly gave away to incoherent but surely suggestive mumbling.
“Just…Just you wait ‘till this flare is over….I’ll…I’ll……”
His murmurs faded to quiet, and when Jedidiah turned his head to ask him to repeat himself, he found that the man was already fast asleep.