Malarie's POV
"Malarie wake up. Come over here and cuddle me." Jason whines, waking me up for the umpteenth time this morning. "Jason leave me alone." I mumble into my cover, still with my eyes shut.
"Man, fuck you then." He grumbles, muttering words I can't quite make out. "Ugh." Groaning, I throw my cover back, getting up to see what he wants now.
I make my way over to him. He's clearly upset. Almost like a little boy, who couldn't get his way. I inwardly laugh at his immaturity, along with his pouty face. I clear my throat, attempting to get his attention. He stubbornly, keeps looking the other way. I clear my throat again, still nothing. Stubborn butt, is going to make talk first.
"Yes Jason, what do you need me for?" I question, raising a quizzical brow. "I wanted to cuddle. But never mind." He grumbles, still looking away from me.
"I cuddled with you, twenty minutes ago. Then you kicked me out the bed, all because you were too hot." I state matter-of-factly.
He didn't physically kick me out the bed. He did complain though. He's such a hot tamale one second, then he's complaining of being cold. I guess my karma came back to haunt me. He has been waking me up every so many seconds. Yes seconds. I only woke him up every five minutes. This has been going on for five days now, and I'm dead tired. He is such a complainer.
"I got hot. Now I'm cold again, but never mind... I don't need you." He shrugs looking at me. He's going to need me. Just wait and see.
"Fine mister independent. Just like yesterday, huh? You thought you could finally walk on your own, and guess who almost fell? You. If it wasn't for me running to you, you would've fallen down." I argue, walking back over to the couch. "Ugh you make me want to-" He starts, although I jump back up to tell him off.
"I make you what, mad? Angry? You want to hit me? You haven't taken your medicine so I guess you would want to, huh?" I calmly speak through gritted teeth. Well I tried to be calm. He's stressing me out.
He clenches his jaw mighty firmly, balling his fist up, looking away from our intense stares. Ha! I won this battle. And anyway, he couldn't hit me if he tried. He's weak and slow. Therefore he's very dependent at the moment. I ignore his mumbles, going back over to the couch. Flipping through a cooking magazine, I try to calm my nerves. I know I'm not going back to sleep. Once I'm awake, I'm awake. I've been trying to go back to sleep for two hours, now. When I finally get some type of rest, he wakes me up nagging.
Several minutes passed by, when I hear him groan. He probably has to pee or he's in pain. But will Mr. McCann tell me? Nope. His macho man ego doesn't let him. So do you know who has to ask him, if he needs anything? Yes, me.
"Ah." He groans again. I keep flipping through the magazine pages, ignoring him. "I know you hear me Malarie." He speaks through his pants.
"Hmm, what did you say?" I test him, still looking down at the magazine in my hands. He'll crack soon enough.
"Ah, ow." He hisses, saying a few other words I couldn't understand. "Ooh, how to make Red Velvet Cookies." I gush excitedly.
"Ahh fuck! Okay, okay, babe can you please come over here and help me?" He weakly asks. And there he goes. Cracked as can be. "Of course, all you had to do was ask silly." I get up, tossing my magazine on the couch.
Walking over to him, I see him doing a wiggle dance of some sort. Looking at him amused, I shake my head.
"Yes, what do you need Jason?" I cross my arms over my chest, waiting for his response. "I have to pee so damn bad, please help me." He squirms, holding his crotch area. "Alright." I chuckle, grabbing the urinal bottle thing.
I help lift up his gown, while he weakly places his penis inside. His hand began to get shaky. So I assist him, with holding his... meat. These pass five days, I have touched his body more than I usually would. All because Jason made a huge scene about people touching him inappropriately, and how he isn't gay. He had a male nurse.
He took it upon himself, to request for me to bathe him for now on. I was so mad and angry about that. I like him, but I didn't sign up for bathing him, and helping him use the bathroom. I had refused to help him with his pooping duties. He was alright with that, although he was amused about it t the same time. I feel like a person, really has to care or love someone, to take care of them like this. Well unless it's your job.
"Done? Or do you have to go some more. You peed on my hand last time." I ask him, looking at him in nothing but seriousness. "Nah I'm good." He nodd, shaking it a bit. Then going on to remove it from the cup, before pulling down his gown.
"Cool." I took the urinal cup thing, heading to the bathroom, and dumping it out in the toilet. I flush the toilet, going to wash my hands.
I walk back into the room, taking a seat in the chair next to Jason's hospital bed. We looked at each other, not saying anything. We always do this, when neither one of us wants to talk first. I put my leg over my other one, rocking them back and fort. I guess that made Jason snap out of our stare, to talk first.
"I'm sorry." He whispers. "It's okay." I smile, pulling up my ankle socks. He sighs looking at me, I give him a confused look. "How's your chest?" He sadly looks at me.
"It's fine. I get my stitches out tomorrow." I look to my arm, then back to him. "C-can I see it?" He weakly motions to my arm, surprising me.
"Yeah sure," Agreeing, I stand up to sit on his bed. Pulling my shirt down my left arm. "It's all wrapped up, but here is my arm." Taking a seat next to him, I show my gauze covered chest.
Luckily for me, I'm wearing a thin shirt. Dayna brought it for me, since I would be staying here with Jason. He places his hand over the bandage, looking up at me for permission to open it. I nod. He opens it, taking a look away. Though he quickly turns back to it. He lightly place his fingers on my wound. So lightly, I couldn't feel him if my eyes were to be closed. He places a kiss to it, whispering 'I'm sorry'. I take his hand away, pecking it gently. Nodding, I understand he is.
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Jason's POV
"Mr. McCann you have to eat the salad, you're still on a very strict diet. Come on, eat it." My new Nurse, Betty huffs tiredly. Growing more frustrated with my childish behavior.
She's been been all types of rude to me. People should know not to fuck with me, because I can be a cold hearted asshole.
"No! You eat it. Matter of fact... eat this." I lift up my covers, poking out my butt farting, fanning the smell towards her. Malarie gasps, quickly putting her head in her hands. Trying to contain her laughs. Oh fucking well. Laugh baby, it's funny.
"Ugh! You are disgusting." Nurse Betty scoffs, storming out my room quite angrily. "I'll show you disgusting you bitch." I sneer, turning to a I stilled in place Malarie, looking at me disapproving like.
"What? She deserved it." I glance at her pouting my lips. "Really Jason? She deserved to smell your eggy farts?" She test, yet I stubbornly nod my head rapidly.
"Well yeah. She was annoying me, and she kept trying to touch my dick." I lie, playing around with her. "She what?!" Malarie screeches. Walking towards me, clenching her jaw.
"What baby... jealous?" I tease. "Nope. Just afraid she saw how small it was." She mocked me, poking out her tongue.
"What the fuck? You and I both know, I'm well over average." I cockily smirk at her. "Forget you." She scoffs, taking a sip of my nasty ass apple juice.
"Ew, you can have that. I don't know why they won't give me orange juice anyway." I groan, rubbing my temples dramatically. "Doctor Matthews said, you would get more congested. Since it's thicker than most juices." Malarie burps, blowing it in my face.
"I so would've sucked that burp, but you just drank that nasty shit." I point distastefully at the empty Apple juice box. "I don't care if you kiss me or not. What if I don't want to kiss your grouchy butt?" Malarie rambles, only for me to smirk at her.
Feeling the need to show her who's in charge, I pull her into me, lightly by her hair. Licking her cheeks, leaving my salvia all over her face. I held as tight as I could, but her squirming ass, broke free. Damn I'm weak as hell.
"You are so gross!" She hits my shoulder, wiping her face off. Grabbing ahold of her waist, I nip at her boob through her shirt. "Ah! Jason stop this weird stuff. She squeals, beginning to walk backwards.
"Oh alright. Can you um, help me take a shower please?" A hopeful expression plays its way on my face. "Hmm I don't know. You tugged on my hair, licked my cheeks, and you bit my boob." She smirks raising her eyebrow quizzically.
"Oh come on. I would beg, but I can't get on my knees. And plus I didn't take a shower this morning." I do my best puppy dog-pouty lip, attempting to win her over. "Oh alright, let's go." She comes over to my bed.
She unhooks my heart monitors, as well as other monitors I was hooked up to. Slowly easing me up, I smile through my pain. Shit it hurts to move, but I have to move. I swung my weak legs out the bed, accidentally kicking Mal in her vagina. I know she's smiling through the pain. Shit, if it hurts for a guy, I'm sure it hurts for a girl as well.
"Sorry Q-tip." I go to rub her vagina, yet she smacks my hand away. "Stop calling me that." She whines, resting her hands on my shoulders.
I weakly nod, shaking slightly. This shit hurts, bro! Standing up finally, I grip onto her waist firmly. She is so much shorter than me, I almost immediately towered right over her. Through my insecurities I smile down at her. She smiles back, holding onto my body tightly.
"You ready." She questions, rubbing soothing circles on my sides. "Yeah." With the nod of her head, we which our destination to the bathroom.
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We made it to the bathroom, at a snail's pace, all because that crazy girl thought I would fall. It's all good, I'm just fortunate she's helping me. She even brushed my teeth for me. Dang I'm the luckiest man alive.
Now the bathing part was still pretty hard. She wanted to give me a bath, only because it would be easier to wash me in there. But I can't bend down, so it was the shower. Which she had to accompany me in. She was a bit irritated- she took a shower last night. Oh well. She got in though.
"Come, let's dry you off." She nicely suggests, throwing on some sweats and a shirt. "Where did you get those?" I point to her clothing.
"Dayna brought me some clothes of hers to borrow." She shrugs like its nothing, starting to dry my damp body off.
I jerked and tensed, as she gently dried my penis. It instantly hardens, leaving me sexually frustrated. I dig my teeth into my bottom lip. Trying to contain the moan wanting to come out.
"Ahh." I moan anyway, causing Malarie to stop her drying of me, looking at me with wide eyed. "Are you okay? Did I hurt you?" The innocence flows out her mouth.
"N-no, just um just horny." I weakly admit.
She loudly gulps, looking at my dick standing straight up. She takes her attention away from it, continuing on the rest of my body.
"Malarie." I call her beautiful name, waiting for her to answer. "Huh?" She stands up, placing my gown on me, looking up to me.
Aw Miss shorty pants.
"Can you help me?" I ask nicely. "Yeah, what do you need help with?" She replies, drying off my hair. Damn she is so innocent.
"With my problem down here." I point to my throbbing manhood. "O-oh. Um no thank you." She stutters, fumbling with her fingers.
"Come on baby, no one will hear." I lean against the counter, pulling her body towards me. She steps back. But my fast reflexes grab ahold of her arm, pulling her back to me. "No way Jason, people will hear." Cupping her ass in my hands, I gaze into her eyes. "No they won't." Chuckling, I push a few pieces of hair out her face.
I don't know why she's so worried about others hearing us. Does she not like the fact we're in a hospital, or a bathroom?
She may be new to this Jason. Ask her.
Or she doesn't like you.
Who cares? Just get what you want.
"Yes they will. I don't know, if you know or not, but you tend to moan... obnoxiously loud." She looks up at me nervously.
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Malarie's POV
"Please?" He begs, intertwining our fingers together. "No." I shake my head in rejection. "Come on, you can't neglect the patient." Jason pleads, looking directly into my eyes.
Ugh. Don't give in Malarie, don't do it girl.
"N-no Jason." I sternly speak unconfidently, stomping my foot on the tiled floor. "Well why in the hell not? You owe me, I gave you head." He spat, rolling those adorable eyes at me.
"You wanted to, I never told you to go down on me." I scoff, defending myself of his false statement. "You weren't complaining, the way you were moaning. Seemed like you liked my tongue in you." He shouts, folding his arms sassily.
This dude is seriously- ugh never mind.
"I'm not going to lie. It felt very good, but I tried to push you away. You held me down, keeping me in place, remember?" Shaking his head disappointedly, he huffs sadly.
"How come you can't make me feel good? The way I made you feel. And of course I remember." He sighs in loads of defeat. "Don't talk like that." I slump my shoulders, feeling bad now.
"Why not? I'm sad. Is it because I'm a freak? That I have probl-" I stopped h right there. "Gosh no, Jason! I told you to never call yourself that." I walk closer to him.
"Then why don't you want me?" A sad tone emitted from his lips. "I-I do want you... it's just I never did oral before." I admit, looking away from his sad eyes. "It's okay. You can learn today if you want." He pouts for the nth time today. No. He's doing those puppy eyes.
Contemplating with myself. I hesitantly agree. "Alright. But I have never done this. So don't get your hopes up." I shrug, mumbling to him. "Do what you think is right. Just not too teethy, or any biting." He breathlessly moaned.
"Fine. No cum in my hair, or my face this time." I look to him pleadingly, dropping to the ground. "I can't promise you that." The hell you can. I scoff for the umpteenth time today, getting up off the floor, to walk out the door. He pulls me back. "Okay, okay no cum in your hair." He informs, twirling a strand of my hair.
"Or my face." I scold, pointing a finger at him. He smacks. "Or your face, now down girl." He pushes me down to the floor by my head. "I'm not a dog." I grumble, sitting on my knees.
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Jason's POV
"You're the biggest complainer of all time." I roll my eyes, rubbing her chin lightly. "Says the guy, who complained about eating three pieces of salad." I groan, growing more and more impatient. "Can you get to sucking my dick already?" Shout out of impatience.
"Not asking rude and disgusting like that." She mocks, crossing her arms, waiting for me to ask nicely. "Baby love, can you pretty please get to sucking my dick already?" I stroke it, ready for her. "Since you asked so nicely, I guess I can." She sarcastically utters, adjusting herself on her knees.
WARNING! CONTAINS SEXUAL CONTENT!
She rolls up my gown, giving me the bunched up fabric to hold. Getting more comfortable on her knees, she settles herself closer. Right in front of my aching erection.
"He's waiting for you to suck him up." I rasp, holding her hair to one side of her face. "Shut up! Before I bite him." A grumble comes from her mouth, as she grasps my shaft into her small hands.
"You bite me, and I'll bend you over this counter, and fuck your soul out of you." I warn, firmly gripping her hair in my hands. So she could see I wasn't playing. "Ouch Jason, let go. You can't even catch me, let alone bend over yourself. So how are you going to bend me over?" She teases, gripping my balls.
"Uh, just wait on it." I moan, throwing my head back. "Yeah sure." Giggling to herself, she takes me inside her pretty little mouth.
I almost came right then and there, but I contained myself from doing so. I moan, loving the way her mouth feels around me. She bobbed her head back and forth, doing such and exceptional job. I've never done this, my ass. She licks the tip, slowly sucking me like a lollypop.
"Yes, just like that baby." I moan, pulling her head closer, just so my cock could hit the back of her throat. I held her there for a couple of seconds, causing her to squirm and gag. "Damn it Jason, I nearly chocked." She glares up at me.
"You're supposed to choke on this dick." I chuckle, guiding her sexy lips back to my throbbing wood.
Wanting to get me back, She sunk her teeth in me. Not hard, but enough to make me yelp, and jump. Causing me to hurt my side. If I was able, I would've fuck her mouth so hard for doing that. But right now, my hands will do. I took my gown off, tossing it on the toilet. I grab her head with both my hands, bobbing her head forcefully up and down. She didn't protest, she kept up with my movements.
"Damn Malarie, oh my... damn it." I moan, still bobbing her head.
She took me out of her mouth. Spiting on my shaft, rubbing it up and down briskly. I knew I was going to cum any minute. She's driving me over the edge, and I'm loving every minute of it. I keep moaning loudly, while she keeps working me with her hands. Occasionally gripping my balls. Placing her mouth back around me, bobs her head with everything she has. Quite sloppily if you ask me.
"Fu-oh my shit baby, you're doing such a great job. Baby keep your mouth open." I moan, completely on cloud nine. I feel so good, so high.
"Baby oh my, I'm going to- fuck." I stammer, busting a full load into her mouth. Making her choke, slapping my thighs multiple times. I quickly let go of her head, glaring at her.
"Shit! What the hell was that for?" I wince, rubbing my now tomato red thighs. Malarie was now at the sink, hovering over it. "Damn you Jason, I didn't know you were going to shoot it all in my mouth! Ugh you're so annoying." She spit out some more in the sink. Finally turning to face me, pissed as ever.
Damn she's so sexy when she's mad.
"All my babies in your mouth." I chuckle, wiping some cum off her mouth. "Did you swallow at least a little?" She glares at me, folding her arms.
"On accident... since you didn't tell me, or let me go! Then I fucking spit it out." She yells, quickly covering her mouth. Realizing she has said a curse word. "Half doing the job, huh? Watch your damn mouth." I say sternly. She nods, turning around to the sink.
Picking up her toothbrush, and toothpaste. She tried to brush her teeth. Until I stop her dead in her tracks.
"Uh uh, you have to clean him off." I point to my now limp member. "I swear you're so needy." I just smile, handing her my wash towel.
She turned on the faucet, getting the towel wet. Putting some soap on it, finally going on and cleaning me up. My body on its own accord, had gotten 'happy' again. Malarie shrugged it off, and continued cleaning me off. Man, I guess she doesn't want to go again. That's fine, at least she did it once today.
"I can't believe you spit my babies out." I laugh, trying to break the silence. "At least they're not in my stomach." She whispers to herself. But I heard her.
"I would much rather them be in there though." I grab her by her hands, pulling her closer to me. Softly rubbing, circular motions on her stomach. "No." Being a meanie, she refuses.
"Yes." I kiss her shoulder, turning us around to face the mirror. "Look how good we look together. Our kids would be cute as fuck." She shook her head, starting to put toothpaste on her toothbrush. I sighed loudly, leaning my chin on her head. Just watching her brush her teeth.
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Malarie's POV
Who does he think he is? Wanting to have a baby. When we're just getting on good terms. No way in hell. He better be happy I satisfied him. He's freaking lucky I couldn't resist his pouty face. And plus, I didn't want to upset him. I did make him eat his salad today. Basically forcing it down his throat, until the nurse stepped in. Which resulted, in her getting yelled at... and got farted by. He's been the biggest baby all day. 'Oh it hurts'. 'Malarie I got to fart'. 'Malarie you are no help'. 'I am in pain'. 'Malarie do this and do that'. Like shut the hell up! You sexy piece of shit!
"Babe?" He calls, looking at me through the mirror. "Hmm?" I looked up. My mouth full of toothpaste.
"I really want babies." He probes, rubbing my belly. "And I said no, I am too young. And I don't want them with you. I'm sorry." I whisper the last part, which makes him growl. Yes growl.
"I said yes. And I'll give you some, whether you like it or not." He threatens through gritted teeth, grabbing my hips forcefully. I shivered in fear. Just staring back at his pissed face through the mirror.
Thankfully, I don't have to worry about that now. He can't run nor catch me. Thank you pain, for taking over his body. I hate to see him in it. But he will not rape or impregnate me. Right now.
I shake my head, He nods creepily slowly. "I said no. Why would you ever want to get a minor pregnant? Do you know you can go to jail? Prison maybe. Seeing everything you've done to me, is jail time." I ramble on, only to find him not listening to me. But resting his chin on my head, with his eyes closed.
I sigh, rinsing my toothbrush off. Placing it back in its travel container. "Come on, let's get you back in bed." I reach behind me, tapping Jason's thigh.
"Hmm?" He hums, still with his eyes closed. That's high dosages of medications for you. "I said come on, let's get you back in bed." I tug his body with my own, leading us out the bathroom, back to his bed.
"If we have a son can we name him Octagon?" He mumbles tiredly. "Ooh no, that's a shape darling." I led him to the bed, helping him ease in.
"Get in with me please." He scoots over, patting the bed. I got in, pulling the covers on us. "You're not going to kick me out again are you?" Unsure of what he'll say, I keep one foot on the ground.
"Nah, never. What about Jase or Jason for a boy. They mean 'healer'. Or Ava for a girl. That means 'Like a bird'. Although I want to stick to 'J' names. So maybe Julianne or Josie. What do you think?" He snuggles up to me, rambling on sleepily. "I think those are wonderful names Jason." I agree, getting fully in the bed.
"Well, what names do you like? It doesn't matter to me." He shrugs, kissing my shoulder. "Well I always liked the name Josiah for a boy. That's in the bible. And Grace is pretty for a girl." I smile, pulling the blanket more on us.
"Yeah, those are nice." He yawns. "I'm tired baby, let's sleep." He kisses my lips, closing his eyes. "Okay." I whisper.
Speaking of names, makes me miss my family.
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