Scared

Chapter 18

She was feeling like the world was crushing on her shoulders.

Mimi sighed, passing a hand through her curly dark hair. She had spotted a few new gray hairs between her mane of usually perfectly dark hair.

She was tired and had to get some sick days from work to deal with everything.

All the stress was getting at her. She had to be strong, very strong.

John was scared, very scared. He needed her. She needed to be strong for him.

But she was also scared for his well being.

She sat at the kitchen table, staring at the glass of water she was drinking.

She just wished for a little bit of peace for her baby nephew.

Paul and John were at the facility.

The older man was deep in thoughts. John had told him what the doctor had said.

A brain deterioration. It sounded serious. Later that day, though, John was going to have the first check-up visit.

Paul was going to go there with him and Mimi, to give him some comfort.

John had actually become more clumsy, often stumbling over nothing. Lights and sounds were bothering him more than normal and headaches were pretty much the norm by now.

Suddenly, he was snapped out from his thoughts at something humping his leg.

He looked shocked at John.

The man was humping his leg like a dog, eyes wide and slightly teary as he moaned and rubbed himself against his leg.

"John?"

"I want it, Paul!"

He cocked an eyebrow, but John only moaned brokenly.

"I want to do it, Paul, please I need it" he whined, pouting up at the other.

He was crouched down, before he quickly climbed onto his boyfriend's lap, his hard on poking Paul.

"Calm down with that weapon, you could poke my eye out" laughed Paul, staring up in awe at his moaning boyfriend.

John scoffed, before smirking as Paul moaned as their crotches rubbed together, "Now, let's get on with it!" he commanded, sitting straighter on the other's lap.

Feeling boisterous, he started unbuttoning Paul's shirt with a glint in his eyes.

Paul smirked up at him and with a sudden strength he pushed him into the sofa and held his wrists tightly.

John moaned, arching his back to reach Paul's lower half and they both moaned as their bodies collided.

Quickly, Paul discarded completely John's clothes, leaving him only in his birthday suit.

John blushed as he was completely naked while Paul was completely dressed.

"Tell me what you want" whispered Paul, leaning down to press his chest against the other's.

John swallowed a moan, eyes fluttering open.

"I don't want to fuck" he muttered, blushing. "You don't?" asked Paul confused, sitting back up, still between John's spreaded legs.

The man shook his head, his cheeks and tips of his ears red as tomatoes.

"Oh. But I thought..."
"Yeah. Yeah, but I want to do something else sex related" he said shyly, looking away.

"Like what?" asked Paul, a thing or two coming up into his mind as he smirked down at the other one.

John's face absolutely flushed red at that, "Yes...I want you to...I want you to..." he stuttered, looking away.