Dangers Back (sequel to "Danger")

"I'm so going to hell for this,"

“It’s good,” He smiled, licking his top lip while practically gulping down the entire thing. Sucking in a breath, Justin peered at me over the rim of the mug.

“What?” I laughed slightly, furrowing my eyebrows as I put the cup down in the sink.

Shrugging, he walked over to me, putting his own cup down beside mine before turning to face me. “I’ve missed this.” He admitted sheepishly, pushing hair away from my face, “Just you and I here alone with nobody to get in the way.”

“I wouldn’t say that.” I smiled, looking up at him, “You might jinx it.”

Pulling me into his arms besides the pull at his chest, Justin hid his face in the crook of my neck as he held me close, a smile etching across his face as he nuzzled me.

Wrapping my arms around his neck, I gave it a peck, laying my head against his shoulder. Letting my muscles relax, I made sure not to put all my weight onto him.

Rubbing my back up and down slowly, I could hear his breathing even out, the beating of his heart pumping normally.

“Come on,” I whispered, “It’s late and you’re probably exhausted. Let’s get you to bed.” Grabbing his hand, I wrapped my arm around his back, taking it slowly as I led him out of the kitchen and over to the stairs.

Grunting, Justin bit his lip as he took the first stair. “It’s okay,” He hoarsely spoke, “I can do this.”

“Look, you just got out of the hospital; you shouldn’t be exerting yourself Justin.” Helping him take the stairs one at a time, we managed to make it to the top.

Opening the bedroom door as Justin leaned against the wall, I pushed it open before taking Justin once more and maneuvering his way over to the bed where he carefully sat down, his eyes shutting closed tight as he seeped in a sharp breath.

“Fucking hell,” He muttered.

“See?” I sighed, “It hurts. Now just, be careful and follow my lead.” Wrapping my arms around his upper body, I gently laid him down on the bed, bringing his legs up as well. “You shouldn’t be running errands either in the dead of night and wasting all the energy you have left.”

“I’m fine,” He emphasized, his hazel eyes flashing sincerity.

“Is that your code word for ‘it hurts like hell but I refuse to admit it’?” I smiled, sitting down beside him. “How’s that?” I questioned, referring to him lying down in the comfort of his own bed. “Better?”

“Yeah,” He breathed out.

“I want you to rest; I want you to stay in this bed and don’t move unless you really have to. Okay?”

Groaning, Justin rolled his head back, “I’ve been resting for days.”