Adorably Silly (ENDED)

LA Part 6 (M)

Tin's POV

Can just cried while I hugged him. He didn't tell me anything and I didn't want to ask him. Suddenly he separated.

— Can?

— I want to sleep.

We changed, went to bed, and he wrapped himself in my arms.

—Tomorrow I'll be fine, I promise you.

And so we did.

The next morning, I felt caresses on my body. I opened one eye, half asleep. My body was still hugging Can, but he was facing me; He had pulled up my pajamas and was leaving me little kisses.

— Baby?

— Shhh —he continued kissing my abdomen and his hands played with the elastic of my pants— I think Can is cured.

I was really dying to know what happened yesterday, but my stupid boy looked determined. So I quit. I moved and lay on my back.

Can smiled and pulled down my underwear urgently, I was starting to wake up. But he wanted to speed up the process and started licking my member.

My breathing changed and I had to get the urge to want to know what the hell happened yesterday out of my head. I was struggling, I am still very worried, I cannot leave my mind blank as when we usually have sex.

— Baby. —He raised his head and looked at me puzzled—. You do what you want, heal yourself, wouldn't be the other way around?

He stopped doing everything.

— Alright. —He snorted.

He went to the bathroom with a pout. Cool. He had gotten angry.

— Baby, please. —I went to the bathroom too—. I also want you to recover but I don't know your current state, are you okay?

He didn't say anything.

— Can, I'll give you time and space if you need it but ... —I didn't want him to get mad at me— please tell me what happened. —Nothing— Communication, remember?

There he opened the door and hugged me.

—I'm sorry, honey. —He looked at me tender and hugged me again— you're right.

We went back to bed and I hugged him from behind; he didn't have to look at me when he spoke to me. He took a deep breath, put his arms over mine, and clasped our hands.

— I went out to eat, all normal ... Until I heard it ... —the pause was long— His voice. He bought me lunch.

That bothered me a bit. I would have preferred that he ignored him, that he had left. Can squeezed my hand.

— Easy, love, I had to. I have to heal myself.

I close the gap between us and kissed his head.

— I told him everything I wanted to tell him. —He sounded ... Relieved— I told him that I lived through hell, that he traumatized me, that he betrayed me ... It felt good. —He shifted in my arms, settling in—. It felt VERY good, actually.

— I'm glad, Can.

—He told me that he regrets it, that it was an animal, that he was wrong ... —he breathed and took a long time to answer— He asked me not to hold a grudge against him.

— What?

— Yes, I can't forgive him, but I think the talk was good.

— If you think so. —I smiled— You didn't have any of your episodes ... you don't need me anymore, Can ...

— Noooooooo! Don't say that!

We were already glued together, but he started to move against my body.

— Can is Daddy's baby. —He said seriously.

I was a bit surprised. For a few seconds we did not speak. But suddenly he moved, separated from my arms and stood in front of me; took my face in his hands.

Can's POV

As soon as I returned to the room and Tin hugged me: I felt safe. He, like the good boyfriend that he is, didn't ask anything or press me to talk.

Being in my field of protection, I could assimilate what happened: I saw the coach, I spoke with him, I told him how I felt and he asked me for forgiveness. I can't forgive him, but I think the therapist wanted this, to get it off my chest.

The next morning, I felt great. It's as if I had a monster in my head that wouldn't let me do things: always stalking me, always close ... But today I woke up and I didn't feel it. So I tried to be daring to see if it was gone forever.

I started to play with Tin and kissing him and licking him a little bit. Then I played with the elastic of his pajama bottoms. Tin was already awake and rolled onto his back. I took out Junior who was still sleeping and started licking it, but it wouldn't wake up.

— Baby. —I observed— You do what you want, heal yourself, wouldn't be the other way around?

I stopped. Why did he cut my inspiration off?

— Alright. —I said reluctantly.

Don't you want me to heal? What happens to him? I went to the bathroom angry.

— Baby please. —I was on the other side of the door— I also want you to recover but I don't know your current state, are you okay?

No, I'm mad at you, asshole.

—Can, I'll give you time and space if you need it but ... —he stopped for a few seconds— please tell me what happened ... Communication, remember?

Shit, he's right! I need him to understand what happened. So I came out of the bathroom and apologized.

Then we went to bed, he hugged me in "protective field" mode and I told him what happened with the coach. I also told him that I was feeling good and he was happy for me. But when he said I didn't need him anymore ... Idiot! How can he believe that I no longer need him? If I'm still here, it's thanks to him and I want to make it up to him.

So then I changed position and faced him, I took his face in my hands:

— I want you to take me to a Daddy's room, here, tonight if possible.