"Ben. You have to let me help you," Benji said, trying to keep his voice as calm as possible.
"I can do it by my fucking self," Ben groused, shoving Benji's hand away with his shoulder, trying to push him out of the master bath with his bigger body. "Give me a minute of peace, for Christ's sake."
Benji let out a deep sigh. "Ben. I know you don't like it, but we're partners. If you can't rely on me to take care of you, then what kind of relationship is this?"
Ben didn't respond, he just scowled.
They had been home one day and already the two men were driving each other crazy.
Ben liked to be in control and in charge. He was the alpha dog. With both of his arms in casts, he felt fucking worthless. Like a fucking invalid. He wasn't used to being in this situation and he did not like it. He did not like it at all.
Benji insisted on waiting on Ben hand and foot and Ben just wanted to do everything himself. The only problem was that he wasn't able to do anything by himself, but that didn't stop him from trying.
Benji already had to clean up piss from all over the bathroom floor because Ben thought he could go to the bathroom without help. He was already over Ben's attitude. He understood how his big man felt, but that didn't mean that he had to yell and cuss at him.
"Fine," Ben finally grumbled. It sounded more like a grunt than anything else.
"Would you rather we hire a nurse? If it's me that you have a problem with--"
"I have to take a shit, okay?!" Ben shouted. "Is that what you want to hear? I can't even wipe my own ass. How do you think that makes me feel?"
"I don't like it either, Ben. But it's you. If that's what you need, then that's what I'll do. I would do anything for you, Ben. I mean that. Anything. You should know that by now."
"Fine," Ben mumbled with a sigh.
Benji untied the drawstring around Ben's sweatpants and gave a tug and let them fall to the ground. He couldn't help but notice that Ben wasn't wearing underwear, especially when his over-sized flaccid penis flopped out and slapped against his thigh. Benji cleared his throat and averted his eyes, not wanting to be caught gawking like a pervert in this very un-sexual situation. "I'll be in the bedroom. Just call me when you're done."
Benji shut the bathroom door behind him and went and sat down on the bed. Toby bounded into the bedroom, and after two tries, leapt up onto the bed. Benji reached over and scratched at the little dog's neck, getting his fingers under the collar. "Don't let your daddy catch you up here," he said to the happy dog. "He's cranky."
He let out a deep breath. It was going to be a very long six weeks until the first cast came off.
***
Brandon looked down at the silky black hair and ran his hand through it. Soft lips surrounded the head of his cock and sucked gently.
Brandon squeezed his eyes shut and tried to concentrate on the sensations. This had never happened to him before. His body just wasn't responding. He couldn't believe he was doing this. He had told himself that he would never come back here. But he had to prove it to himself. Maybe the feelings he was having were just a phase. He had to know for sure.
After a few minutes, not even the warm mouth and slick tongue could coax an erection out of him. Brandon felt humiliated and betrayed by his own body. He had never not been able to get it up. It happens to everyone from time to time they say, but never to him. Never. It just serves as a confirmation as to how wrong this was, Brandon's inner voice told him. Brandon told the voice to fuck off.
"Okay," Brandon croaked. He cleared his throat. "Stop. Sorry. I can't..."
The young, petite Asian sat up and sat back in the passenger seat, eyeing Brandon suspiciously. "You still owe me."
Brandon looked at the young woman and nodded. After tucking his limp dick back into his jeans, he pulled his wallet out of his truck's glove compartment and pulled out two bills. He handed them over to her and stared straight ahead with his hands gripping the steering wheel, not wanting to see the judgement on her face. He couldn't believe that his dick had betrayed him like this. When the passenger door slammed shut, Brandon started up the truck and drove, wanting to get away as fast as he could.
Brandon felt disgusted.
He had come down to 'the block' once before to find some desperately needed relief when he and Ginny were in the middle of their divorce. He didn't like doing it then, and he said he'd never go back. He should have listened to himself. He only felt worse now.
Gripping the steering wheel tightly in his left fist, he squeezed and rubbed the back of his neck with his right. He twisted his head on his neck, wanting to feel the pops and cracks that would give him a few seconds of relief.
As soon as he got home, he went right for the bathroom. He stripped off his clothes and tossed them into the hamper and heated up the shower. The water was as hot as he could stand it and he stayed under until it turned ice cold. His mind was so fucked up, he didn't even jerk off like he normally would have.
He laid down on the solitary bed in the empty bedroom and stared up at the ceiling.
First thing in the morning, he'd go down to the health clinic and get one of those quick tests done like Lonnie had.
***
Ben spent most of the first two days in bed. The painkillers made him really tired. Benji was slightly grateful for the quiet. When Ben wasn't yelling, he was withdrawn and depressed.
Benji was at a loss. Ben had never raised his voice at him in all the time that they'd been together. In the span of two days, he had been yelled at and cussed at until he was practically in tears. The worst part was that Ben knew what he was doing and didn't even apologize. He tried to let it go, telling himself that this wasn't the real Ben, but it was really hard to separate the feelings.
Benji stood at the stove absentmindedly stirring the pot of soup. He wasn't a very good cook. Not that he was a bad cook, he just didn't have a lot of experience. But he could follow a recipe okay. Ben was a great cook and though he had taught Benji a lot, he still got hung up on complicated recipes that had lots of steps or required doing more than one thing at a time. Luckily, Ben had frozen the leftovers last time he made stew. All Benji had to do was heat it up.
Benji looked down at Toby, who sat patiently at his feet. "I guess I'm gonna have to learn to be a better cook, Toby."
The little dog looked up at Benji and blinked his eyes, nervously shifting his weight between his front paws. Benji smiled warmly at him. "Don't worry, sweetie. Daddy doesn't mean to yell at you. You're a good boy. He still loves you. I hope he still loves me, too, after all of this."
"I need another pill."
Benji jumped at the sound of Ben's rough and sleepy voice but quickly recovered. "Sit down at the table. The stew's almost ready." Benji glanced over at Ben. If he had heard Benji talking to Toby, his face showed no indication of it. He wore the same scowl that had become so familiar for the past two days.
