Smut on the pole

Recovering

Jacks POV
Lifes getting better again now, although I'm still bound to a wheel chair because the pills attacked every nerve and muscle in my body... But I'm lucky to have Mark assisting me all the time. I've told him I can do things on my own but he refuses to let me do thing by myself as soon as he sees me struggle. He's right by my side all the time... Apart from the bathroom I made sure that he does not follow me into the bathroom. That is my one and only too far point.
But anyways... It's been about 2 months since Ethan's funeral. The strip club is still closed for the time being for investigation and interrogation into the club bouncers to how they let someone in with weapons. The pills part can happen as people do lie that they are alcohol handling pills, painkillers or some other pill that I can't remember, all of which the club allows in. But so far they're down to 2 suspects who may have worked with the cunt who took me off the scenes for a while.
But Marks made new rules like that they are no longer allowed and will be confiscated at the doors, any weapons will be referred straight to the police station, and a new distance to be kept away from the stages- solved by Mark getting builders to instal a bar table wide enough to be kept away from the stages.

"Jack, shower time" Mark calls, pulling me from my thoughts. I groan because every time I had to shower he had to hold me up and help me as if I was an infant. I felt so pathetic whenever we had to do that, because I couldn't stand alone. I can however wheel myself places now and move my upper body.
I hesitate to turn the tv off, enjoying watching 'seven deadly sins' and wheel myself towards the bathroom. I was lucky enough that the hallway was wide enough to get through with ease. I rounded the corner into the bathroom, Mark already there and making sure that the bath mat was stuck in correctly so we didn't slip. Still dressed to my disappointment, but bent over to my enjoyment. I grinned that he hadn't yet acknowledged my entrenched as I hope he hadn't even notice my entrance. So I wheeled behind him enough to slap his arse. The slap loud enough to echo the rather large bathroom. He reared up with a yelp, rubbing his butt cheek. Turning to me with a smirk and blush.
"I didn't even notice you come in" he laughed. "That was a good slap though baby." I chuckled as he leant down and kissed my forehead. I laughed being greedy and cupping my hands on his cheeks, pulling him down into a lip kiss. I felt his lips curve up into a smile against mine. I pulled away and let go of his cheeks.

"I win" I chuckle and poke my tongue out. He poke his tongue back at me with a smile following.

"Well you won my heart so I guess you do win" he chuckles. I feel my cheeks heat up in a blush. But found myself also laughing at his cringe, cheesy lines that I loved.

"Your fookin cringe Mark" I say as I roll the bottom of my shirt towards my head to pull it off. Mark took advantage at this point, sitting on my lap while I was half stuck taking my shirt off. "Hey! No fair!" I laugh. He laughs back in response.

"Admit it though, you want me to" he says in a seductive voice. I know what he means but I want to make sure... Aka I just want to hear him say it.

"Oh yeah? And what is that that I want you to do?" I ask in a smirky voice.

"Lap dance?" He asks. I pout thinking he had meant sex... But the pout turns to a frown and a side glance away from Marks back. I remembered I still wouldn't feel either way it went. I take my shirt off fully, throwing it to the side and hang my head sadly with a sigh. Leaning my forehead against Marks back. He stands up off my lap and kneels before me, leaning his head on my legs.

"Whats wrong Jackiboobear?" He asks. Placing a hand on my cheek. I lean into his hand, not able to look at him knowing I'll cry. I close my eyes then feel both his hands on my cheeks. I open my eyes to see his upset face. His eyes staring straight into mine.
"Oh Jack, Im sorry. I forgot that you still have no feeling there." He admits. I half smile.

"I-Its fine, I forgot too for a little. But the doctor said I should have feeling back in my lower half in about 3 more weeks so we can do it then" I struggle to hold a smile on my face. My voice sounding quietly upset. I hate seeing Mark upset so I try faking being happy to make him happy. "You can do it still if you want, what makes you happy makes me happy." I say.

"No." He says in a low upset voice, not harshly. "No, Jack, its not all about making me happy. It takes two to make a happy relationship. Babe, I can see you're not happy, please stop faking for me baby" he tells me, taking my hands in his warm hands. I drop my fake smile.

"I can say the same to you. I know you still blame yourself for this despite saying that you don't" he looks me in the eyes in an upset shock. Looking away from me. "I-Im sorry... Its just... you shouldn't blame yourself anymore Markimoo." I say after knowing I'd upset him more. "This isn't in any way your fault. Please stop blaming yourself" tears brim at my eyes for some reason... Just seeing him upset hurts me. Being like this hurts both him and I. He places a hand on my cheek, his thumb beneath my eyes sweeping away any stray tears that fell.

"Well how about we get this done with huh? Then we can cuddle on the couch after we're done" he says and stands up off his knees.
"Does that sound good?" I nod. He smiles and walks back to the shower, turning it on.