Sour Patch

18

(Reese's pov)

Damn, damn, and double damn again. After waking up this morning to realize that Jason had cleared the food and covered me up, I felt like crap. Here I was supposed to be helping him and I'm just making more work for him. So, I figured I could make breakfast, but noooo, Bruce had other ideas. Now Jason must clean another mess of mine. I felt my face heat in embarrassment, and it pissed me off. I began to scrub away at dishes that Jason was bringing to me, berating myself for my clumsy stupidity I completely missed what Jason was saying until he splashed me with dish water.

"Ugh, what the hell!" I exclaimed wiping the suds off my face.

"I've been trying to get your attention Reese." Jason's husky voice breathed into my ear. Causing a shiver to travel down my spine.

"Yeah," I breathed "What for?"

"Everything has been cleaned, and that's the last dish your killing." I had never thought those words could be considered sexy until now.

"Okay, what now?" I asked while putting some distance between us.

"Well, I was kind of hoping that you could help me get prepared for a shower. I have never had an arm incapacitated before, so I am a little clumsy with things." he gestured to himself.

"Sure, what do you need help with?"

"Well, this is kind of embarrassing" He started to rub the back of his neck and turn beet red. '' I need help with my shirt and wrapping my cast, so it doesn't get wet, and well this is dumb, but I haven't figured out how to undo my pants button with one hand yet." by the end of him speaking he was looking anywhere but at me.

"Not a problem." I said maintaining my professional face. "I am a nurse, so you don't have to worry about being embarrassed, it takes a little bit to relearn how to do things."

He just nodded and sat down when I motioned him over to a chair. then I really started to gear up on my inner freak out. I knew that this was coming subconsciously but I was completely unprepared for Jason to basically ask me to strip him. While trying to steel my nerves I gathered some plastic wrap, a garbage bag, and some duct tape. Afterwards when I couldn't stall any longer, I approached my target, mentally chanting to stay professional I began. I grasped the sleeve of this t-shirt on his good side so that he could pull his arm through, all the while his bicep flexed against the back of my fingers and I had to bite my lip to keep from saying anything stupid. Next, I grabbed the hem of his shirt and slowly raised it exposing a taught stomach with a six pack faintly outlined. My fingers grazed against his skin feeling the warmth and tightness of his muscles. Taking a breath, I exposed his chest and got an eyeful of his pectorals, while praying that I wasn't blushing or losing my unaffected face. Because lets face reality here I was very affected with the sight before me. getting his shirt over his head I began to gently work it down around his cast as not to jostle it too roughly.

Exhaling I grabbed the trash bag and cut the bottom out, working the bag over the cast taking great care not to brush the olive skin before me. I quickly duct taped the bag at the top and bottom, then covered it in plastic cling wrap as a precautionary measure. Jason had remained silent only to comply with my requests to move a certain way, now that he was waterproofed, I allowed him to stand up so that I could have better access for my last daunting task. Swallowing quickly, I reached forward and unbuttoned his pants as fast as I could while touching the minimal amount of fabric and skin. I already brushed up against him too much for my own sanity. stepping back, I was greeted with a grin, and the picture in front of me nearly stopped my heart.

Jason was completely toned in all the right ways in all the right places, the florescent lights gave his olive skin a light shine and with his pants unbuttoned I caught a glimpse of his dark blue underwear peeking out. This was as close to heaven as my gay ass would ever get. As my eyes trailed over the muscled package before me, I once again didn't register that Jason was speaking to me.

Reese, hey Reese, he snapped his fingers in front of my face. There you are, hey thank you for helping me, but are you alright? You spaced off there for a moment, are you still tired?

Yeah, I mumbled I must still be tired sorry about that. I think I should take a nap while you are in the shower if that is alright.

Sure, I dont think you would want to help me in the shower anyway. He laughed as he made his way to the stairs.

Flashing a quick smile as he disappeared, I took a deep breath, trying to get my hormones under control. Trying my best not to think about me helping Jason in the shower I wandered back to my treasure box of a room and flopped down to fall back to sleep and ignore the images my brain was concocting. That didnt work. I genuinely liked being around Jason so far, we had a comfortable silence that he refrained from polluting. Rolling over I took in the rooms beauty once again, he either hired somebody or he had a childlike flair that he was able to harness into art. Smacking a pillow against my face with a groan I tried to think about something other than the straight man in the shower.

Im so screwed I let out with a puff of air.