The Geek and His Artist (27 page)

Simon blushed.

“You know, if you two don’t manage to calm down a little about this, you’ll spend the next several months with red faces, if you don’t burn up completely first.” She shook her head. “Really, I thought you two were more adult than this.”

Jimmy stared at her. “You know, we’re both still kind of new to the whole… relationship thing. And, uh, well, entirely aside from that… you’re…
Mom
. There is nothing more embarrassing than trying to talk about….” He paused and cleared his throat. “Sex with the parents.”

She rolled her eyes. “Really, Jimmy.”

“You do kind of go out of your way to embarrass us.”

Jimmy’s head whipped around to look at Simon, who was smiling. He realized that for Simon to say something like that, he had to be getting comfortable with their mom—as Jimmy started thinking of her.
Their
mom.

She snorted. “Yeah, I guess I do. I’ll… try… to be good.”

“Yeah, right,” Jimmy muttered. Then he did something completely mature: he stuck his tongue out at her. That sent Simon into another fit of giggles and snorts. But thankfully the tension and embarrassment seemed to be gone. “She
is
right, though. I need to shower. Let me take care of mine while the painkiller kicks in.”

Simon nodded and accepted the kiss Jimmy leaned forward to offer. “Okay. See you soon.”

Jimmy hurried upstairs with his mom right behind him. She turned into the bathroom, and Jimmy went into his bedroom to get something to wear to bed. He didn’t always bother—usually it was just him, so he slept in his underwear, and he’d yank his jeans on before he left the room in the morning. He’d worn the only pair of pajama pants he had the night before. He grabbed a pair of boxers, a plain T-shirt, and briefs in the hopes that if he
did
end up with a boner, he could hide it at least a little.

He made sure to clean himself thoroughly. He didn’t think they’d do anything; he was too worried about hurting Simon. But at the same time, if anything
did
happen, he wanted to make sure there was absolutely nothing to gross Simon out.

Once he was clean, he lingered under the spray for a moment, trying to decide if he should jack off or not. But like the night before, he felt weird doing it with Simon in the house. Like now that Simon was there, he should save that for when he could be with his boyfriend. He figured he was being ridiculous, but he couldn’t seem to shake the thought.

He took so long deciding, his mother knocked on the door. “His painkiller’s going to wear off by the time you’re done!”

Well, that decided for him. He’d just have to keep his hands off both Simon and his own dick until Simon was well. It might just kill him, but he’d manage. “I’m coming out in a minute.”

“You already did, remember?” his mother’s amused voice replied.

Jimmy rolled his eyes. “Ha. Ha.”

He was dressed and downstairs a few moments later. He stood next to Simon, who smiled up at him.

“Well… it’s working. Probably should take advantage of it.”

Jimmy blinked at him. “Are you high?”

Simon laughed and shook his head. “No. It just doesn’t hurt.” When Jimmy just stared at him, he nodded. “Really. Just not hurting right now.”

“Okay. Let’s go before it wears off.” Jimmy lifted Simon into his arms.

“You know, I could hobble up the stairs.”

“When you have the permanent cast,” Jimmy said, shaking his head. “You don’t weigh much at all. Seriously. And it’s not worth the risk.”

Simon sighed and laid his head on Jimmy’s shoulder. “I don’t have to like it.”

“Well, I like having you in my arms,” Jimmy murmured.

Simon didn’t seem to have a reply to that.

It took them some careful maneuvering to get Simon into the bathroom. He tried to put Simon on the closed toilet, but since it sat in a kind of alcove between the counter and the wall, there wasn’t a lot of room to move. So they resettled him on the side of the bathtub.

Just as Jimmy went to close and lock the door, his mom stepped up, holding a small stack of clothes. “It’s all I can find. We’ll have to do some shopping tomorrow.”

Jimmy nodded. “Yeah. He shouldn’t be stuck with my leftovers, anyway.”

“No, he shouldn’t,” his mom agreed. “Be careful.” She gave him a strange smile that he ignored.

He turned back to the bathroom, closed the door firmly, and threw the lock. After pulling out a washcloth and towel, he stepped over to the bathtub and pulled down the showerhead. He liked that he could remove it and was doubly grateful now that he needed to be able to hold it. “Do you want to wash your hair?”

Simon frowned. “I don’t want—” Jimmy stared at him, stopping the protest. Simon sighed. “Fine. I do want to get it clean.”

“Good. Let’s get your clothes off.” Simon grinned at him, and Jimmy couldn’t help but smile. “Pervert.”

“Around you? Yes.”

Jimmy laughed and helped Simon up enough to shimmy out of the borrowed, huge sweatpants. Simon was commando underneath. “Hmm… maybe I won’t let Mom buy you underwear….”

Simon grinned. “Now who’s being the pervert?”

Jimmy waggled his eyebrows and grinned when Simon laughed. He leaned back to turn on the water and messed with it until it was hot, then turned back to Simon. When he did, he had to stop. Simon’s entire stomach was covered in bruises. Both biceps held more bruises, and his back and ribs held still more. The night before, Simon had changed his shirt before Jimmy came in to help him, so he hadn’t seen them. Now, his stomach churned, and the anger he’d managed to tamp down earlier flared to life again.

“Oh God, baby!”

Simon blushed and looked away, and Jimmy saw the fear. “I… I can wash myself, put a shirt back on, you don’t have to loo—”

Jimmy turned Simon’s face back to him. “You are still gorgeous to me. I only hate that you’re hurt.”

“Really?” Simon stared at him, gaze darting over his face.

Jimmy nodded, leaned in, and kissed him. When he pulled back, he brushed a thumb over Simon’s cheek. He decided to go with humor again. “You’re not getting me to stop wanting you that easily.”

Simon stared another moment, then smiled. “That was hardly easy.”

“There you go.” Jimmy chuckled and kissed him again.

“Okay, oh.” Simon held up a finger, pulled out his hearing aid, and set it onto the counter, then sat back.

“Tilt your head back, baby,” Jimmy whispered.

Simon did as requested, and Jimmy ran the spray over him. He pushed his fingers through the soft blond hair, making sure the whole thing was wet before reaching for the shampoo. He drizzled it over Simon’s hair, then set it aside and worked it through. Simon stayed quiet, but Jimmy was so very aware of their closeness, especially when he rubbed at Simon’s scalp and Simon moaned.

“Like that, do you?” Jimmy whispered.

“Yeah,” Simon replied. His eyes were closed, and Jimmy soaked up the look of peace and contentment on Simon’s face. He lingered with the hair-washing, massaging Simon’s scalp much longer than he needed to, but finally pulled away. The soft sounds Simon was letting out were making Jimmy’s determination to keep his hands off much more difficult.

He focused on rinsing the suds out, running his fingers over the partially shaved part of Simon’s head. “Looks like you need a trim.”

Simon shrugged a shoulder. “It doesn’t matter.”

“Oh? Why?” Jimmy asked as he set the showerhead down and got the washcloth.

“I did it mainly to annoy him. He didn’t like it, but it wasn’t enough to piss him off to the point of throwing things. It also wasn’t something he could insult that would hurt because I didn’t care, but gave him a target.”

“Genius,” Jimmy whispered, shaking his head. “You’re a fucking genius.”

Simon blushed and shrugged a shoulder. “Defense.”

Jimmy sighed. “I’m sorry you needed it. But no more.”

“No more,” Simon agreed as Jimmy kissed his forehead.

While talk of The Bastard was a sure-fire way of killing Jimmy’s libido, he didn’t want to give that asshole any more mental energy than necessary. So he focused on wetting the washcloth and trying to figure out how to bathe his boyfriend without getting an embarrassing hard-on.

“You know, I can do some of this,” Simon said as if he was reading Jimmy’s mind.

Jimmy raised his eyebrows. “Oh?”

“Yeah. Well, my arm isn’t broken, my leg is. I can do this. Just keep me steady.” Simon took the washcloth, and Jimmy perched next to him on the side of the tub. He reached out and held Simon’s waist.

Simon did fine on his torso and neck, managed his armpits and waist quite well too. He even was able to shift just enough to clean between his legs, much to Jimmy’s relief. But he certainly couldn’t reach his back, and when he bent to wash his leg, he grunted loud enough that Jimmy knew he was moving his bad leg wrong.

“Let me do this part, okay?”

Simon sighed but nodded. “Okay.”

Jimmy wet the washcloth again as Simon shifted and turned, gingerly. Jimmy ran the cloth over Simon’s back first, then moved to his leg, trying not to look at his cock, which was currently half-hard. He wet, soaped, then rinsed as quickly and clinically as he could, then turned and washed the other leg wherever the brace wasn’t. He focused so carefully on Simon’s leg, trying not to let Simon’s body get to him, but he wasn’t a saint. He was already reacting, and the closer he got to Simon’s genitals, the worse it got.

Which got even worse when he was rinsing and moved the cloth up to the top of Simon’s thigh, bumping Simon’s now-hard cock. Simon gasped, and Jimmy’s eyes flew up to his face, afraid he’d hurt Simon. But it was very much
not
pain he saw. Simon’s eyes were focused on him, and the expression was one Jimmy had seen twice now.

And just like that, his own boxers were suddenly
way
too tight. Jimmy froze, his hand lying on Simon’s thigh, afraid to move either way.
Keep your hands to yourself. You’ll hurt him. He needs to heal.
But oh
God
, did he want to.

Simon apparently had no such reservations. He took Jimmy’s hand and put it on himself. “Please?”

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

Simon shook his head. “You won’t. Unless….” He swallowed and looked away. “Unless you don’t… uh….”

Jimmy consigned his earlier determination to keep his hands off Simon to the pits of hell.
Besides, it’ll be a lot less torture sleeping next to him.
Jimmy snorted mentally at his own justification as he tossed the washcloth into the tub and turned Simon’s face to him without moving his other hand away from where Simon had put it. He crushed his lips onto Simon’s, his hand sliding up into the wet blond strands. Simon opened to him with a soft cry, and Jimmy wrapped his hand around Simon and gave a full, firm stroke. He swallowed the cry of surprise with his kiss, his tongue filling Simon’s mouth in an attempt to dispel the fear.

Simon’s arm came around him, gripping his T-shirt, responding to the kiss. He gave back everything Jimmy gave, tongue dancing, lips devouring, and Jimmy reveled in it.

Jimmy broke the kiss when his lungs screamed for air. “Don’t
ever
think I don’t want you,” he whispered fiercely. “I really just do not want to hurt you. But apparently I managed to, anyway. I’m sorry.”

Simon shook his head. “It’s okay. Please, I just… I need—”

Jimmy didn’t let him finish. He took Simon’s mouth in another searing kiss before he slid off the side of the tub to kneel in front of Simon. Jimmy grinned at Simon’s widening eyes. “Brace yourself, baby,” he whispered before diving in.

Simon scrambled to find purchase, finally holding himself up with the help of a bar on the side of the tub. Jimmy caught the hand not holding on to anything and put it on his head. Simon’s fingers immediately threaded through his hair, making Jimmy moan.

He turned his attention to Simon, and as he did, he reached down to free himself. He held on to Simon with one hand, working himself with the other while he swallowed Simon. He found his gag reflex and pulled back, then took a breath and tried to open his throat. This time he managed well enough, bringing a groan from Simon and a whispered, “Oh, God….”

Jimmy let go of himself, the pleasure a little too distracting, and poured all his attention and effort into giving Simon as much pleasure as he could. He’d liked it the day before, but he was finding himself enjoying it even more this time. He loved the whispers and soft moans, loved feeling Simon’s hand on his head, loved knowing what he was giving to his boyfriend.

And when Simon gritted his teeth, releasing a muffled shout as he came, Jimmy decided he liked
that
part too, trying to take everything Simon gave him.

When he finished, he sat back, panting with Simon, who reached for him. Jimmy liked that Simon wanted to kiss him afterward. He lost himself in the kiss again and, though he was still hard, still hadn’t gotten off, he found he could deal with it for Simon.

However, Simon wasn’t about to let him go. “Stand up, baby,” Simon whispered.

Jimmy did, watching as Simon sat up and, gazes locked, swallowed him. Jimmy had to grit his teeth to keep from shouting. He clenched his hands into fists to keep from holding Simon’s head. He wanted, a little desperately, to touch, but he was afraid Simon might not appreciate it.

But Simon took one hand and guided it to his head, and Jimmy let a soft moan out as he threaded his fingers into the blond hair.

Then Simon proceeded to give back everything Jimmy had given him.

When Simon pulled back an embarrassingly—to Jimmy—short time later, Jimmy fell to his knees, panting for breath. After kissing Simon as thoroughly as his starved lungs would allow, he wrapped his arms around Simon. “God, you’re amazing,” Jimmy whispered, wishing he could really convey just how incredible Simon had made him feel. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?” he asked, looking up.

“Not even a little,” Simon assured him.

Jimmy buried his face carefully in Simon’s stomach, kissing the bruises softly. “Thank you.”