Sleepy head

Kneel Down.

The exorcism took 3 days. A young boy less than 10, Ambroise. It was hard and exhausting, the demon was angry, capricious and violent, and during the last day, he threw Marcus down the stairs of the house before his back cracked up and the demon left.
Tomas ran the stairs to see Marcus rubbing his head and holding his left knee, Tomas took him in his arms, scared. They leaved the house after the kid's mother gave them an ice pack and sandwiches, Tomas was behind the wheel frequently looking at Marcus.
'' Does it still hurt ? "
Marcus raised the ice pack slowly. '' yeah but it's not broken, nor displaced''
Tomas took Marcus hand, squeezing a bit before he parked near the motel they stayed. He helped Marcus to get off of the car and to climb the stairs, they were so tired Tomas was starting seeing double and his legs were shaking but the concern about Marcus was too present to just let go.
Marcus threw himself into the mattress, slowly lifting his leg so his knee could rest on something soft. He looked up at Tomas, covered in puke, mud, dirt and dried sweat, rubbing his sleepy eyes with the back of his hands.
'' Go to shower first, love. ''
Tomas nodded and went with lazy steps to the bathroom, undressing himself while he walked. Marcus watched him and smiled, tossing his head on the pillow and fell quickly asleep. He dreamed, about Tomas, strocking his limbs, kissing him. Smiling, '' Marcus... '' kissing him again '' Marcus, what are you doing with this hammer ? " lifting his hand '' MARCUS NO !" hitting hard.
Marcus screamed, he raised his hands to his face wiping off the tears on his cheeks.
'' Marcus... " Tomas came rapidly to hug him tightly. '' Are you alright ?"
Marcus rubbed his jaw in the crack of Tomas' neck, sniffing his now clean sent. ''yeah... Yeah''
He raised up his bed, moving his leg carefully and walked to the bathroom, stretching his arms while the water ran cold then hot.
'' do you need Help ?" Tomas asked, standing in the doorway, already dressed up for night. It was noon. Marcus huffed.
'' what for ?"
" i Can help you wash yourself, you must have other injuries to treat ? And... And you told me your back hurts yesterday." Tomas approached, his face twisted with worry.
'' I'm not a child anymore, i've seen worse '' Marcus said, pulling off his filthy shirt and tossing it aside.
'' i know, but now I'm here !" Tomas was near Marcus now, unbelting the tried pants and kneeled to unlace the boots full of everything. Seeing Tomas kneeled at his feet was sending dirty thoughts to his brain and he placed a rough hand on the younger head, tugging and reshaping the wet curls. Tomas took off the older's shoes carefully and tossed the socks on the deserted shirt. He looked up to see Marcus bare chest, breathing shyly, his cheeks red and his eyes wet.
'' how do you feel ? " Tomas asked, taking off the belt and putting it on the pile of clothes. Marcus didn't answer, biting his knuckle instead. Tomas unbottoned his trousers, still kneeled in front of Marcus and began to drop Marcus pants.
'' stop... Please, i can do it myself... '' Marcus moved Tomas hands away, hiding himself with his arms. ''please go back to the bedroom''
Tomas lowered his head and stood up '' okay..sorry Marcus'' he said sadly before leaving helpless, closing the door behind him.
Showering on one foot wasn't easy and Marcus regretted Tomas wasn't here to hold him, so he sat on a bath-rim, washing himself with Tomas' soap and blew out insults as he stood up to take a towel.
As he came out of the bathroom, limping, Tomas passed the front door with two bags full of food and medicine. He placed the bags on the little table near the wall and walked to Marcus, taking the towel out off his shoulders and rubbed Marcus' dripping hair with it.
'' do you feel better ? "
Marcus nodded. '' sorry for earlier. Forgive my rudness''
Tomas smiled, kissing his cheek.'' i bet you're hungry ! Come and sit."
They ate in a tired silence after Tomas prayed for them. Marcus was sending a text to Bennett, telling the exorcism was over, Bennett told him to rest for few days.
'' how do you feel when i kneel in front of you ?"
Marcus choke on the water he was drinking. ''what ?" his cheeks began to burn dangerously.
'' seeing me, kneeled in front of you. Does it make you feel... Horny ? "
Marcus moved his hand to his face, hiding his entire face and grumbled intelligible words in it. Tomas raised up and kneeled in front of Marcus.
'' Marcus ?" he took of Marcus' hands of his face and put his head on his lap, caressing the injuried knee with delicate fingers. Marcus breathed carefully. ''estaba asustado'' he kissed the knee before he put his chin on the right lap, looking directly at Marcus.
'' cuando te caìste por las escaleras. '' Tomas said, interlacing their fingers.
Marcus followed Tomas' gaze, squeezing his fingers. '' But you fibished the exorcism alone, and you did a great job. ''
'' i was full of anger when he threw you... I could... Have done something wrong. ''
'' but you didn't.''
Marcus exhaled slowly and rubbed Tomas face with his free hand, caressing his hot lips with his finger tips. He pated his non injuried lap. '' come here boy. ''
Tomas stood to sit on Marcus lap, throwing his arms around his neck. Marcus fondled his hand on Tomas' breasts, caressing the gap between his pectoral. ''Good boy.'' The hand lowered Tomas' belly, remembering how he fucked it. ''I'm proud of you. My good boy.'' he lifted his hand to rest on Tomas' limbs. '' come here, let me kiss you '' Tomas approached his lips and kissed Marcus innocently, Marcus' beard scratching his upper lip and his chin as he moved against him. '' when you kneel in front of me. I feel horny and needy. '' he rubbed Tomas' warm back. '' but I'm feeling tired tonight so, don't '' Marcus laughed '' please ''
Tomas laughed too and buried his face on Marcus' neck, kissing it.
They didn't sleep together this night, Tomas was too afraid to hurt Marcus' knee.