Running With An Outlaw

11

Days had passed. Clinton had managed on just using the pills the doctor had given him but he had Samuel keep the sedative on him just in case. They finally arrived in Oklahoma and he found a tavern they could rent a room in up on the second floor and he headed up and settled his stuff in the room and then slowly took off his shirt and sat down in the end of the bed with a slight groan. His wounds were finally mostly healed up on his face and just slightly yellow bruising remained. The pain wasn't as horrible now but it still wasn't eat.
The horses had been set up in a nice barn near the saloon and were bring taken care of by the ranch hands there. Samuel had taken them down and Clinton was just now waiting for his lover to return.
Once Sam had made sure that the horses were being properly taken care of by the ranch hands Sam made his way back to the room that they were renting. He picked up some food for the both of them and carried it up the stairs.
"Hey, handsome, how you feeling?" Sam asked as he sat the food on a table and made his way over to his lover. He sat down and kissed his shoulder lightly and looked him over, glad to see that he was healing nicely and that many of the bruises on his body, as well as his face, had lightened to they slightly yellow color.
"Better." Clinton stated and then he undid his belt and took it off and stood up and got off his sling and slightly stretched some before sitting back down beside his boyfriend and leaning over, kissing his lips.
"I love you for so many reasons, but especially when you give me food or sex," The man stated in a joking tone and then he looked to his jeans and then Samuel and cleared his throat some.
"Mind helping me get out if my jeans? I could use a break of having clothes on this achy body of mine...and the jeans are a little too hard to get off on my own..."
Sam smiled at his response and kissed him back before pulling away with a quiet laugh. "Hmmm.... good to know you're easy to please," he joked before looking down to his lover's jeans when he asked for help to get out of them.
"Of course I'll help you get out of your pants, babe," he flirted softly before becoming slightly more serious.
"Lay back and I'll pull them off of you." He chuckled before kissing him and softly and waiting for him to do as he was told.
"Can I stand up instead? Still hurts some to lay on my back." Clinton said and got to his feet and then ran his hand over the back of his neck. "Sorry this is kinda awkward doing this..." he said, knowing it was probably a lot weirder undressing him and not getting sex out of it.
"Anything that works for you," Sam smiled before standing up when Clint did and watched as he rubbed the back of his neck. He worked to get his boyfriend's pants off of him and tossed them to the side once he was free of them.
"It's not that bad, Clint. I don't think this is too awkward. You don't have to apologize to me," he shrugged as he helped him sit back onto the bed before adding in a teasing tone. "Though a couple more of those addictive kisses wouldn't hurt none."
Clinton stepped out of the jeans and then sat down on the bed again and he smiled very slightly at Samuel's little tease and he grabbed Sam's chin gently and pulled him in some, kissing his lips softly and then whispering on them. "I wouldn't mind giving you quite a few, along with something more after dinner if you're up for it," he purred and then kissed him again, before pulling back and looking around the room. "What's you get us for dinner?"
Sam leaned in and kissed him back, slightly disappointed when he pulled away slightly to speak. He smiled again at his offer and kissed him back quickly. "I'm more than up for it, are you?" He asked honestly before standing up and grabbing the food that he had gotten.
"Venison, potato, and greens," he stated before making him a plate and handing it to him with a small smile, not sure how the outlaw would react to the vegetable on his plate, but was more that ready to argue with him until he ate them.
"I'm up for it but we're going to have to experiment and find a new position... Or maybe I'll be on top and just get a chance to.... ya know..." he trailed off, grinning a little. He then took his plate and he ate some of the potatoes and then he offered a piece of venison to Samuel.
"Here, try it... Always better off the lover's plate, I think." he said, smiling warmly. He definitely was looking better now and was more lovely; less depressed.
Sam ate a bit of his own food as well as be thought on the question.
"I'm sure we can figure something out that would be uncomfortable for you or me," he shrugged lightly before accepting the meat with a soft laugh. "You're right, so much better off yours," he teased before kissing his cheek.
"You'd better eat more than just those potatoes, Clinton. Hurt or not I will fight you," he joked playfully knowing that he would never actually lay a hand on his boyfriend in anger or otherwise.
"The day you land a hand on me is the day I'll change my last name." Clinton chucked and then he stole a bite of meat off Samuel's tray, wondering when the younger man would catch onto what Clinton had wanted to do with his lover. He then started eating off his own plate, finishing almost all his food in about fifteen minutes. He then sat his plate aside and he ran a hand over his shoulder that had been in the sling for the most part, but he had taken it out for now. The swelling had went down and it was only sore when he rotated it too much.
"Hmmm... The only way I'd want you to ever change your last name is if you took on mine," he said with a soft laugh and turned a bright red color and he looked down quickly. Smiling slightly when he stole a bite of meat from his own plate.
"So, you got any ideas...?" he asked and he ran his hand over his lover's leg, just teasing with his man playfully.
He continued to eat his own before he finished as well slightly after Clint. He sat his own plate to the side and watched as he rubbed his shoulder. "It botherin' you?" He asked in concern though it looked much better now that the swelling was down.
"Well, if you really want to do something it would really depend on what you wanted more. If you want me in you, our you in me," he stated quietly as he looked back down at the hand running over his leg with a small smirk.
"Depends... You up for letting me take you or do you want to take me?" he asked and his hand slowly slid further up Samuel's leg. "It hurts a little, but nothing like it had. More or less just sore." he said and then he kissed Samuel softly. "What do you want to do? Who's screwing who tonight... Sam? You get to decide this time."
"I really like it when you're on top but it might be easier on you if I am..." he thought out loud as he tried to decide, always horrible at this kinds of decisions. He kissed him back and pulled away slightly and whispered on his lips," I suppose I'm screwing you."
"Nah, I don't like how you answered that..." Clinton said and then he laid back on the bed and he ran a hand through his hair. "Don't worry about it. I don't need it tonight." The outlaw frowned a little bit and let out a deep sigh, his demeanor changing suddenly,"Doubt you'd want to fuck something as badly patched up as me anyway."
"I'm gonna go lunge Ash, Sam.... I'll be back later, a'ight?"
Samuel reached out and grabbed his lover's wrist lightly to stop him from leaving. "How would you have preferred I answered?" He asked wanting to know the answer to tell question before frowning slightly when he said that Sam wouldn't want to fuck him.
"Now you know that's a lie, Clinton. I wouldn't mind fucking you now, even all patched up like you are, and you ought to know that, babe."
Clinton looked down to his wrist and then he looked up at Samuel and he shook his head, "Don't matter. I just thought you would've been a bit more likely to want to mix thins up. Maybe a break from fuckin' will do us good." he said and yanked out of Samuel's grasp and then got his jeans back on and grabbed his shirt hastily.
"I look like a zombie... I don't hate you for not being turned on by that." he said and pulled on his shirt and started out the door.
Samuel looked down sadly and tried to figure things out quickly so that Clint wouldn't leave upset. He stood up and moved over quickly and grabbed him again and pulled him inside the room again, pushing him against the wall softly. "I don't want you to leave this room disappointed in me, sir," he purred before kissing his neck softly but in a flirty manner. "You're beat up and you promised to let me take care of you~"
"I'm not disappointed in you,Samuel." he said, slightly wincing as he had been pushed to the wall, but it did t bother him very much.
"I lost my interest, okay? I'm... I just want to go, okay?" he said and moved out of Samuel's touch, but part of his body language seemed to show he didn't want to leave.
Sam looked disappointed and sighed, letting him go. "Is there something else wrong? Please talk to me Clint," He asked as he rubbed his own arm feeling slightly awkward that he had been turned down and noticing the way that his body language said Clint didn't quite want to go. Samuel hoped that when he said that he had lost interest that he hadn't meant in him completely.
"Why don't you go down to the tavern? I'm sure there's ha s to be a couple guys down there that wouldn't mind having a night with you," Clinton sighed and he got his shirt back on and looked to Samuel.
"I'm too far gone for what you want." The outlaw stated and then left the room and headed down into the tavern and then outside.
"I wouldn't do that Clint!" He called before he left the room and slid down against the wall until he was sitting running his hands through his hair in frustration. He silently hugged himself as he looked at the other side of the room trying to figure out what he had done wrong. He tried being submissive and that didn't work, and then when he tried being more dominant he just got turned down again. He sighed lightly in frustration and stood up before heading down into the tavern, not to do what Clint suggested, but because he felt like a stiff drink to help muddle his hard thoughts.
Clinton was stopped by a man and he looked over Clinton and a grin appeared on his face. "Well, well, if it isn't Clinton Danes... Ain't looking so good nowadays, are you?" he chuckled and then Clinton shoved passed him.
"Not in the mood, man... Really." be said and left the bar and the man rolled his eyes and mumbled, "Faggot..." barely loud enough for Samuel to hear.
Samuel tensed at the insult to his boyfriend and without thinking shoved the man against the wall roughly.
"What the fuck did you just call him?" He growled angrily, all his pent up frustrations coming out to the surface but the mumbled word of a complete stranger.
The man grunted as he was shoved back up against the wall and he laughed at Samuel. "I called him a faggot, cause that's what he is. Got a problem with that?" the man asked and grinned at Samuel in a cocky manner.
"Yeah, unfortunately I do have a problem with that," he growled as he balled up his fists.
"Call him that again and I'm gonna knock your teeth in," he warned angrily, he wasn't scared of the man, just like he hadn't been afraid of Clinton the first day they had met in the bad when he had demanded a horse. Samuel tended to bite off a lot, sometimes more than he could chew when he picked fights, but he was never afraid.
"I think you have a problem with that because you're the man he's been fucking," the man said and fake gagged at the thought. He then laughed and spit at Samuel, repeating once more with good clarity.
"Clinton Danes is a faggot..." he said in a slow voice and smirked stupidly at Samuel.
Days worth of frustration poured out of him when he suddenly reeled back and punched him hard and forgetting that there was other people there in the tavern but them.
"Who and who I haven't been fucking is none of your business," he growled as he put of his fists again ready to punch him again.
The man took a knee between Samuels legs and then he punched Samuel across the face and looked at him. "I think its plenty of my business when you gays are in my father's tavern!" he exclaimed and kicked Samuel.
Sam groaned and hit the ground at the knee between his legs and flinched when he was punched in the face and kicked again.
"Pretty poor way to treat your daddy's customers then, huh?" He asked in a breathy voice as he swept out a leg and knocked the stranger's out from under him. He stood up as the owners son hit the ground and wiped his nose with the back of his hand, surprised when he saw blood come away. Damn the stranger had a punch on him. He watched the stranger with caution to see what he was going to try next.
"Oh, he don't mind as long as I only beat on the faggots," the owner's son replied and grunted as he was knocked to the ground. He slowly got up and took another swing across Samuel's face and gave him a couple knees into his stomach. "You done yet, boy?!"
The noise level inside the tavern had raised to a loud roar, and Sam growled when he was hit knee'd in the stomach several times, doubling over in pain and dropping to one knee. "Fuck you, asshole," he glared up at him before spitting a bit of blood at the man.
The owner's son chuckled and kicked Samuel square in the face and then a couple other guys he called over began to pile in on the kicking fest and they started beating on him.
One of the men hoisted Samuel up to his feet.
"What do you think about being taken out back and screwed, boy? Bet you'd like that,wouldn't you?" one of the guys asked, holding Sam by his hair while the others continued throwing punches at him.
Sam curled into a fetal position when they started kicking on him to protect himself from getting hurt internally as well as externally. He fought against them when they pulled him to his feet,holding his arms so he couldn't fight back properly.
His blood ran cold at the threat and fought against them even harder, pulling up a leg and kicking one of the people in front of his in the groin as hard as he could. Groaning in pain as each punch landed on him, "Get the fuck off me!" He growled as he kicked at them again managing to get one in the knee and make it buckle under him. Adrenaline was coursing through his veins as he tried his hardest to get away from the larger men.
"Oh come on, I bet I could screw you better than that beaten down cowboy," the owner's son said, dodging a kick from Samuel. The other two got knocked down in pain. One of the men yanked hard on Samuels hair and shoved him back against a well and grinned cold-heartedly at Samuel. "Where's your man now?! Hmm?!"
Clinton walked through the door and he yanked out his pistol and shot a round into the ceiling. "What the fuck is going on?! I'll give you five seconds to release him!" Clinton threatened and the men let Sam go harshly.
Sam managed to spit in the face of the man before gunshot went off and he was dropped roughly on the floor. He landed on his knees and supported himself with his hands as he coughed harshly, feeling like ever nerve in his body was on fire.
"Alright then, Clinton," the one man said and chuckled.
Another man walked over and offered a hand to Samuel.
"Here... Here's a hand." the man said softly. "I'll help you up."
Clinton moved over to the owner's son and put the gun in the man's face.
"You want to eat a bullet? Huh?!" he asked and the man shook his head in fear, "N-No..." he whimpered.
The other, nice man who had walked up and offered a hand to Samuel waited patiently to see if the battered up boy would take it.
He looked up at the kind stranger and accepted his hand, pulling himself to his feet with the help of the man, holding the side that had been kicked painfully. Samuel glared at the owner's son and reached up to roughly wipe the blood from his face, watching as his lover shoved the gun in the man face, for once not caring if someone got shot by his boyfriend.
His body was shaking slightly from the effort of holding himself upright and from the adrenaline still running through his body.
Clinton took a shot right into the ground beside the man's head and that scared the owner's son enough to hightail his ass out of the tavern along with his bodies, who only left because they were terrified of Samuel. The kind man brushed Samuel off and then smiled slightly.
"T-thanks," he mumbled to the man who had helped him to his feet before looking at Clinton and the owner's son.
"Don't mention it. Anything for my brother's man," he said and then caught the gun Clinton threw to the man.
"Next time, get involved Trent," Clinton growled and Trenton shrugged.
"Believe me, I'll go finish them off," Trent said and Clinton walked up and held Samuel's face in his hands.
Sam watched the men leave before looking at the man who had helped him. "Brother?" He asked as he watched Clinton toss the gun to the brother and listened as they spoke.
"Baby, a-are you okay? What the hell were you thinking?" Clinton asked, his face full of concern as he looked over his lover's beaten up face.
He looked up into his lover's face when he walked over and quickly averted his gaze.
"I'm okay," he lied with a weak smile before wrapping his arms around him and laying his head against his shoulder, still shaking slightly.
"They called you a faggot....." he answered almost silently against his skin. His body was sore and he was almost certain that the kicking had probably broken one if not more of his ribs.
"They could've killed you,Samuel..." Clinton whispered upon his lovers head as he held him close and rested his lips on the top of the younger mans head. "H-Howd you manage to kick that many guys asses as much a-as you did without help?" he asked, his voice quite impressed by what his lover had done.
"I know... but I couldn't stand him insulting you like that," he explained as he pulled away to look in his face for a moment.
"And I told you before, I used to fight all the time but I guess I'm getting a bit rusty," he joked painfully before watching as Trent dragged in the owner's son.
"And I wouldn't have been able to stand you getting killed. I'm glad you're alright... You really kicked ass.." Clinton said and then watched as Trent dragged the man in and threw him to his knees.
The man, Trent, got back and he dismounted and cut the ropes on the owner's sons ankles and wrists and yanked the man up by his hair and dragged him into the tavern and dropped him to his knees in front of Samuel. The owners son looked like he had been dragged behind a horse and was bloodied and sobbing.
"I think this is the man who caused you problems? Want to finish him off?"
The owner's son looked up as his father walked out and he shook his head.
"What is the meaning of this?!" he asked, outraged.
"Your son beat the shit out of this man." Trent explained. The father shook his head and looked to Sam. "Go ahead and teach my son a lesson. Can't be having him beating up my clients."
Clinton looked surprised but then looked to Samuel. "Go ahead... Finish him off, I know you can..." he said in a confident voice to his lover, Trent still holding the man by his hair. The owner's son sobbed, his body quite mutilated from being drug along the ground for so many miles.
He glared at him thinking about what Trent asked him and looking up when his father came out to join them. He looked down at the man sobbing in front of him and grabbed Clint's gun from his brother and pointed it at him, eyes cold with hate and anger, and fully intending to kill the man who had insulted his lover and beaten him so badly. Clinton watched with wide eyes when Samuel pulled out his holstered weapon and pointed it to the owner's son's head.
But Sam hesitated, looking down at him bloodied, hurt, and sobbing at the end of the barrel he couldn't help but think of when he had found Clint at the bottom of that gorge. His cold eyes narrowed slightly and he took a deep breath before hitting him across the head with the gun knocking him to the ground out cold before returning the gun to Clint and turning taking a step back from the tavern owner's son.
"Get him patched up, and let him know the next time he won't get out so lucky," he growled before sitting down, feeling like he might fall.
He looked like he was sure Sam was going to pull the trigger, but when Samuel knocked the man out instead Trent got a grin on his face and picked the knocked out pathetic man up and threw him over his shoulder and then took him outside and gave him and the two other guys to a buddy and that guy went to take the men off to a clinic.
Trent came back into the bar and went to get a drink , giving the lovers a chance alone.
Clinton sat down beside Samuel,looking him over with worried eyes. "G-God S-Sam, look wh-what they did to you..." he said, his voice choked up and tears welling up in his eyes.
"C-Can you walk?" he asked and got up. "We need to get you...cleaned up." he said, his voice breaking as he looked over his battered lover. "Oh S-Sam..."
Sam watched as Clinton's brother wandered off and he looked back to his boyfriend when he started choking up. "No, please don't get upset. I'm going to be okay, babe. It's not all that bad," he forced out before pulling him and hugging him. He didn't want his lover upset over his stupidity to start a fight with someone like he had. He should have known the guy was going to get others involved in their fight.
"Really I'll be okay. I can walk I just.... I just need a minute," he said with a forced smile and kissed his cheek lightly to comfort him, ignoring the aching in his body.
Trent came over and put his hand on Samuel's shoulder. "When youre ready I'll help you get upstairs, alright man?" he said and then he looked to Clinton and Clinton nodded to him a 'thanks' and Trent walked back off and got himself a beer.
"Thanks," Sam said with a soft smile before watching him go.
Clinton rubbed Samuels back very gently and kissed the top of his head. "You're a lot worse off than youre letting on. I can tell you're hurting, baby." Clinton said with sadness in his voice.
"I-If I hadn't have left you w-wouldve been okay..." he said, tears sliding down his cheek now.
He turned back to Clint and pressed a kiss onto his lips and wiped his eyes gently to clear away the tears.
"It isn't your fault that my tongue and my stupidity got me hurt, okay?" He assured him before kissing his forehead. He enjoyed the feeling of comfort coming from his boyfriend and how concerned he was about him, but he knew that it wasn't Clint's fault in the least. "Cheer up, babe. I'm still good enough to kick another person's ass," he joked half-heartedly in an attempt to lighten the mood.
"Trent, would you mind telling me why you're in Oklahoma in the first place?" Clinton asked and Trent walked over, taking a sip of his beer.
"Does it matter? Saved your boy's ass." he said and then smirked before he left and mounted his horse and rode off. Clinton slowly helped Samuel up.
"So much for his help..." Clint said and looked at Samuel.
"Let's get you upstairs and laid down... We can talk and just relax, okay?" he said and helped him up to the bedroom and sat him on the bed and went and closed the door.
"If I hadn't fucking left you wouldn't have gotten in that fight... I'm so sorry, Sam..." he said and ran his hand over his neck, sniffling.
Samuel watched his lover's brother take off and couldn't help but notice just how alike the two of them were. He turned back to Clinton and accepted his help to stand up and nodded slowly, following him up the stairs and sat down on the bed a little stiffly.
"Come ov'r here, babe, and stop blaming yourself. It isn't your fault that you wanted some space. I'm the one who started that fight, not you," he said opening his arms to the man, hoping that he would come over and let Sam hold him. "It isn't your fault," he assured with a warm smile.
Clinton sighed and he walked over and sat beside Samuel and he reached over and grabbed a washcloth from a shelf nearby and then wet it with some water from a jug and began to gently wipe away the blood on Samuel's face, revealing some bruising already.
"Dammit Sam.... You got jealous I was the only one hurt, didn't you?!" he teased and then kissed his boyfriend's lips gently.
"Gosh, baby... y-you're a mess." he said and continued to fret, working on cleaning up his lover's face of blood.
"Why didn't you just shoot their asses....? Why'd you let them do this to you...?"
Sam flinched slightly when the cloth ran over a tender spot but laughed quietly at the tease and kissed him back. He allowed his partner to finished cleaning up his face before wrapping his arms around Clinton with a small smile.
Clinton looked at him and he sighed, "Sorry, tryin' to be careful." he said and continued to clean his boyfriend's face until all the blood was mostly gone.
"I couldn't just shoot them, I thought I could teach the guy a lesson about just using that word. I didn't think that the owner's kid was going to get others to start ganging up on me as well, and by then it was too late," he admitted quietly before looking back up at him.
"Who was that guy? The one who claimed to be your brother?" He asked curiously. He stopped when Samuel mentioned that guy and his hand with he cloth slowly lowered and he rested his hand upon his leg.
"He's no one, don't worry about him. Alright?" he said and then went back to checking over Sam's injuries.
Sam nodded in slight disappointment that Clinton was unwilling to talk about him, but didn't press on the subject. He figured it would be better to see if he could get more out of him at a later time. He smiled when Clint started to look him over and rolled his eyes playfully.
"I'm fine , Clint. Really," he smiled but flinched away from his touch slightly when his hands got to his ribs where he had been kicked repeatedly his smile disappearing. "Okay, that did hurt a little," he admitted as he relaxed again.
Clinton sighed and shook his head. "By the bruising there's a good chance you could've got a cracked rib. If that's the case you could need surgery if you aren't careful. I'll have Trent come up, take a look at'cha. He knows more than me," Clinton said and he kissed Samuel's cheek. "Get your shirt off. I'll be back with Trent in a few," he added before he got up and left the room, heading downstairs and outside.
Sam's blood ran cold at the thought of surgery. He smiled at his kiss on his cheek and nodded slightly when he said that he would be going to go get the stranger. Sam wasn't so sure how he felt about letting the man touch him, even if Clint obviously knew him and he was probably his brother, because he didn't know anything about him. He watched as he left and unbuttoned his shirt like he was asked, groaning lightly as he forced his stiff and sore muscles to move to pull the fabric off. That fight had definitely been a bad idea, he thought silently as he took a drink of the water, and looked at his side in the reflection on the jug.
"Damn.." He whispered to himself as he saw the already forming dark bruises that lined his side from the boots of the men.
Sam waited patiently for Clinton to return, sitting on the bed with his arms wrapped around himself.
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The outlaw mounted up onto the paint and he kicked the stallion's sides and took off down the road, knowing where Trent often hung out when he was in Oklahoma, only mostly knowing because of letters he had gotten. Clinton showed up at the house and dismounted and he k locked on the door. After a bit of talk he rode back, Trent riding his own horse beside him.
They dismounted and Clinton looked to Trent. "Watch yourself with him. I don't need any trouble because of your ramblin' tongue, got it?" Clinton stated and Trent nodded and headed in with the outlaw and they headed upstairs. Clinton knocked on their room's door. "Sam, can I come in?"
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Brown eyes glanced up at the knock on the door and smiled at Clinton's voice. "Yeah, you can come in," he answered.
Clinton opened the door and walked in with Trent following close behind. He sat down a bag on the table and Clinton sat down beside Samuel. Trenton stepped up to Sam and offered his hand with a soft smile.
"Trenton Danes. Clint's brother..." he introduced. Clinton rubbed Samuels back gently and watched him, as if wondering how he'd react to this other man.
"Samuel, Trenton has had some internship with a very fine surgeon here in Oklahoma... I didn't know he was still taking up residency here, so that's why I never brought him up to you... I... think he can help you out, if you'll let him.." Clinton said softly, hoping Sam wouldn't be mad at him for not having told him about his brother.
"I'm just going to put some pressure on your side and check for any breaks."
Sam chewed his lip nervously as he dropped his arms to his side as Clint walked over before his eyes snapped back to the brothers face when he said something about palpating the spot again and groaned in his thoughts at the idea. He lowered himself back into the bed until he was laying down and motioned for Clint to sit next to him on his good side. "This is going to suck, but go for it..." He groaned lightly as he looked back at Trenton.
"I'll try to be quick." Trenton said before he leaned down and rested his ear close to the area and palpated around it, listening for any cracks or anything.
Clinton took Samuel's hand and held it. "Squeeze it if you need to. You won't hurt me." Clinton said in a soft reassuring voice to his lover.
"Couple more seconds... Just hold on, man." Trent said as he started checking a few other areas.
Sam took his boyfriend's hand and tried to stop his body's natural reaction to move away from the thing hurting him and gave Clint's hand a soft squeeze, setting his jaw against the pain from the man's prodding a muted groan coming from his throat without opening his mouth. He took deep breaths and tried to relax, but his body stayed tensed no matter how hard he tried to keep calm.
"F-fuck...." He groaned as he moved to another area of his ribs and pressed his face against Clint's calloused hand.
"Done, done, all done." Trent finally said and sat himself up. "You got a couple real small cracks I can hear. Most likely fractures in your seventh and eighth rib. I'm going to get you some ice and some pain killers. And I'm going to want a follow-up on you, mostly to check on your breathing. I don't want something to change and me not know about it, because that could cause more severe problems." he said and got up and started putting away his supplies.
"Okay, I'm glad it isn't too bad," he smiled, but his heart wasn't in it because he was sore again. He watched as he moved around and put away his things and nodded. "Okay, I can do that..."
Clinton kissed Samuels head and stroked his hand gently. "You okay baby...?" he asked in a soft whisper, kissing his boyfriend's head again.
Sam dragged himself into a sitting position and looked at him for a moment as he talked.
The dark haired man turned his eyes back onto Clint and and laid his head on his shoulder. "Yeah, I'm okay, just sore is all. No where near as bad as what you had to go through," he assured as he kissed the top of his shoulder gently.
"Again, sorry for being the bad guy..." Trent said and went off to get some ice downstairs.
"Don't worry about it, thanks," he smiled at Trent before thinking slightly once he had left.
"How come you never mentioned having a brother?" Samuel asked as he turned his eyes up to Clint curiously.
Clinton sighed when Samuel asked about his brother again and Clint ran his hand along Sam's and shook his head.
"Me and my brother never really saw eye-to-eye after my father died. I became a rebel, took my own path. Felt like my brother hated my guts... so... But when he saw me today all banged up I guess he had a change of heart? I don't know.... maybe I was just wrong about him... He's a better man than I'll ever be, I know that."
"Don't cry, Clint. Especially over my stupidity," he smiled before kissing his cheek lovingly.
"You're hurt plenty bad enough to get me crying, that's enough." he said and then continued on.
He listened to what he said and took a minute to think about it. "Brothers are forever, even if you don't think so for a while. He seems like a good man, but in my eyes? You're greater than any man I've ever met. Might be because I'm biased though," he smiled adding a playful tone to the end of his sentence as he wrapped his arm gently around him.