Devil's Effect

Avoiding Reality Part 1

Mike couldn't help it. He followed along with crutches in one hand, one step behind Chester the entire way, just in case he was needed. When they got to the bottom and he lifted Chester back to his feet, Mike congratulated him for his spectacular ability to navigate the steps. "It's a good thing you don't have to do that all the time," he said, plopping a kiss to Chester's lips. "I could see that getting old really fast."

"Just a couple more weeks, then I get a better boot so I don't need the crutches, and then eventually nothing." He grinned before reality hit him. Mike wasn't going to be around for any of that. Chester pushed the thought away as they headed for the bathroom. "Too bad we don't have time to make this a sexy shower. Not that I could like this," he amended with a shrug. "I love our showers together."

"A sexy shower?" Laughter bubbled up from Mike's chest immediately. "Ches, we literally just finished having sex. You want more?" He reached out and lightly tapped Chester on the ass. "I swear, you're just trying to make me late this morning, aren't you?" The idea of their shower becoming a sexy shower was appealing, but Mike knew they had to behave. They'd taken a non-sexy shower together before. At least he thought they had. "Hmmm. Have we ever had a non-sexy shower?" he asked as he helped Chester over to the bathroom, leaving the crutches by the bar.

"We have," Chester answered as they stepped into the bathroom together, and Chester had the free hand to reach over and turn the light on. The immediate pop of brightness was a bit much, but it faded quickly. "And I'm not saying I'm ready to have sex again already," he smirked as he twisted his head to plop an open lip kiss to Mike's neck, up close under his ear. "I'm just saying it's an activity I miss." He managed to get sat down on the toilet, where he started unwrapping his ankle, leaving the bandages on the vanity counter.

"Well this is all business," Mike said, moving around to start the water and get towels. He caught Chester's eyes and they both smiled, knowing it would be hard to just get clean and not let it turn into soapy touches and massages, with kisses thrown into the mix. Every part of his body felt happy and satisfied, and he hoped Chester felt the same way as he helped him into the shower and steadied him under the water.

After only a few minutes of standing on just one leg, Chester was already over the shower. If he had a watch on, he could have timed them to see just how fast they'd managed to soap and shampoo and get rinsed off, all with only one kiss shared between them.

"I'm ready to sit down," Chester whined once Mike had turned the water off and they were both getting out to grab towels and get dried off. "You don't think about how much you need both legs till you don't have one."

"Almost finished," Mike soothed as he patted Chester's back dry for him. "We can get you over to the couch and I'll try to find you some clothes that come close to fitting. Oh! And a flannel." He wiggled his eyebrows and grinned. "You're gonna look so hot in my flannel, babe."

The groan that erupted from Chester's throat was almost inhuman. "Not flannel, Sexy Boy." He watched as Mike laughed and grinned, all while drying himself off. "It's like fashion torture." He didn't miss Mike's eye roll, and he let out a huff as he wrapped his arm around his boyfriend's naked shoulders before they slowly headed back out to the living space. "I need to wrap my ankle back up before we get dressed. Look at it, it's gross. It's all black and blue."

Mike glanced down and he had to agree. Chester's ankle didn't look great. He wasn't sure they should have been doing anything that involved not having that ankle elevated. "It looks pretty bad. I'll help you with that, too." He guided him over to the couch and sat him down. "Let me see what I can find for you."

He turned to kneel next to the bed and paw through his small selection of jeans, looking for something that might stay on Chester's hips. At the bottom of the stack he found a pair he hardly ever wore that were a little snugger than he liked, and plucked it out, along with a plain navy blue t-shirt from another stack, and a pair of navy boxers from another. Mike turned his head to try to catch Chester's eyes. "Please will you wear a flannel?"