Protecting David

Is this love

This is dedicated to BrahimK13 hope I got your name right babes.

"You feeling okay babe?" I took the plastic bag full of David's personal stuff from him with one hand and pulled him to me for a hug with the other hand. I was trying to be very gentle because his incision wasn't totally healed and I was going to be treating him with kid gloves until it was.

"Yeah Mark, I'm good." Then he smiled up at me and touched his forehead to my chest and said. "God you smell good."

"Unnh uh." I put my hand on the back of his neck. "No sex stuff for you buddy, not until you're healed. The most exciting thing we're gonna be doing for the next week is holding hands. Okay and maybe kissing." I was rubbing the back of his neck and he kind of rolled his head back against my hand.

"I know," he whined, "you just feel so fucking good is all." Then more seriously. "But I know hun I won't do anything stupid, the doctor told me all the crap that can happen. I'll be good. Let's just get the fuck out of this hospital." Then touching his forehead to my chest again. "If you're good I'll show you my scar." He smiled up at me and those million watt green eyes flashed with humor. God could I love this man any more?

After the nurse wheeled David to the main entrance in a wheelchair we walked out into a beautiful late June day. David was as a happy as a puppy being out of the hospital but he was walking deliberately and obviously was very aware of his surgery. I had brought him fresh clothing to wear home because of course what he had on during the attack had been covered in blood. His pretty little butt looked gorgeous in the Docker's I had brought him. When we finally got in my car and had some measure of privacy we turned to each other simultaneously and said. "I love you." We laughed, then David tried to bend towards me and when he grimaced I stopped him with my hand. "Just turn your head babe don't lean, let me do the moving." He did and we kissed but I kept my hand on his shoulder holding him from moving too much.

I knew that I could make too much of this moment and I didn't want to get too emotional, there had been enough crying, so I just sat back down and started the car. After we got on the road to my house I put my hand over David's and squeezed it. He immediately wrapped his hand around mine. We stayed that way until we reached home. Because of the memories associated with David's house we decided to stay at mine and decide later what to do about his. I know that I didn't care where I was living as long as I was with David.

I held the door for David and touched his back with my hand as he walked past me into the living room. He stopped, turned and walked back into my arms. I wrapped my arms gently around him as he laid his head on my chest.

"You're safe David." I rubbed his back feeling him under the light shirt. "He's gone and there's nothing else to hurt you." I kissed the side of his head. I could feel his heart beating and feel his warm breath coming through my shirt.

"I know ... I know I'm safe. It's just the whole emotional thing of the last week. A little overwhelming is all." He gripped me tighter and spoke into my chest. "I didn't want him dead. I mean even after all that happened, over the years, I mean he was sick, crazy, but I didn't want him dead."

"I know you didn't baby." I was stroking the back of his head. "He made that decision, not you. What's important now is that you get well. We gotta get you all healed." I wrapped his head in my hands. "Right baby?"

"Yeah right. I will. I'll be good and get all healed." He pulled back and looked up at me. "Promise me something?"

"Anything David."

"As soon as I'm well you'll fuck my brains out." A shy little grin and those flashing green eyes again.

I took his head in both of my hands and kissed him deeply. "We'll fuck all night every night sweetheart. You won't be able to fuckin sit for months."