Live for You [HARDZZELLO]

7

It is 12.49 am, and the boys have nothing short of a mess to clean up. "Ah crap," Joe covers his face with his hands, groaning as he pulls them down. Ben just laughs. "What is it Joe?", He looks down at the older laying on his chest, fingers playing with the ginger strands on his head. "We had sex, IN THE HOSPITAL, and now we gotta clean this mess up! How are we going to explain the soiled sheets?" Joe says. "We had sex and that's all you can think about right now?" Ben raises an eyebrow skeptically. The ginger immediately flips around so he's facing the blonde, his hands cupping Ben's cheeks, "No no no I didn't mean it that way. The sex was wonderful. You were wonderful," He pecks the blonde of his smiling lips.

Ben giggles, "Well as much as I don't want to, I think you're right and we should start cleaning up." He gently lifts Joe off him, gets off the bed and wraps Joe's body in the bedsheet. He tip toes over to the wheelchair and wheels it over, helping Joe take a seat before grabbing a neatly folded spare hospital from Joe's bedside drawer and places it on Joe's lap. Still naked and cold himself, he wheels Joe into the bathroom. "Take your time sweetheart, I'll start on the bed," The blonde winks and kisses Joe's cheek before gently closing the bathroom door.

Damn, he treated Joe better than the nurses did.

Alone in the bathroom. Joe stares at himself. It is weird; he feels weird; he doesn't dare to look at his figure in the mirror ever since he entered the hospital. The sight of his heavier body would be too painful to bear.

Yet Joe slowly pulls the sheet off himself, but he doesn't even notice the change in his frame. Instead they glance over the purplish marks littered all over his body. Joe bushes to himself at this sight, his fingers tracing lightly over the bruises oh his neck.

For the first time in a long while, he loves how he looks.

Joe grabs some toilet paper and wets it, wiping the mixture of his and Ben's cum off his marked stomach. He awkwardly dresses himself while still sitting on the wheelchair, wincing every now and then at the pain in his lower abdomen. Ben had fucked him real good. He sees the reflection of Ben opening the bathroom door in the mirror, causing Joe to turn around. The blonde's head peeks out from the small gap, but Joe can see he isn't wearing a top, only white bottoms.

"Your hair looks cute," Ben coos. The ginger frowns as he turns back to the mirror, only to realise his locks were looking like that of a birds' nest. Possibly the result of the sex and struggling to dress himself while seated and in pain. "Put a shirt on and get me out of here." Joe smiles and Ben does as he's told.

Ben's done a bloody good job at cleaning up. He had made Joe's bed and picked up all the soiled clothes, the only evidence of something occurring being the moist stains on the mattress.

"We'll just tell the nurses you wet yourself or something."

"Or something," Joe decides, chuckling at Ben's jab.

"Well in any case, you can't sleep in that bed." Ben places a hand on Joe's shoulder.

Joe's mouth gapes, "I don't think I'll be allowed to sleep in yours.."

Ben rolls his eyes, "Mazz we've already fucked in the ward, I don't think anything could get worse."

Joe relents as he allows himself to be carried onto Ben's bed, and the blonde crawls in after him. The pair return to their previous position of Joe cuddling on Ben's chest, and Ben wraps a protective arm around the elder's waist.

Joe's ear pressed against Ben's body, he can hear the boy's heartbeat resonating throughout his chest. It sounded so strong, so healthy, Joe found himself wondering why Ben was even admitted into the ward in the first place.

But then again you don't ask these kinds of questions right after sex.

"You know what we had wasn't just out of lust, right?" Ben suddenly breaks the silence, interjecting Joe's thoughts.

"Hmm?" Joe looks up to Ben's face dimly illuminated by the moonlight streaming through the window.

Ben's fingers travel upward to meet Joe's lips, tracing the pink, swollen flesh. "We've known each other for what, 2 weeks? But it feels like I've known you for 2 decades."

Joe starts to plant kisses onto Ben's fingers. How is Ben saying the exact stuff running though his own mind? With the blonde he felt safe, secure, cared for, most importantly loved.

"Are you saying you want to make out again?" Joe says.

"I'm saying I want you to be my boyfriend."

Boyfriend

Joe's breath hitches at Ben's sudden confession. He doesn't identify as gay, nor bisexual. Yet, he can't deny how good being with Ben feels, and he isn't just referring to the sex.

"I......." the ginger struggles to piece his sentence together.

Ben just laughs, "It's okay Mazz, we're both tired, we can talk about it in the morning."

Joe looks over to the clock; it's already half past 1.

"I'll set an alarm for 6am so we can move you back to your bed before the nurse comes in in the morning," Ben offers, reaching out for his phone. Joe just nods his head against Ben's chest, the rhythmic beating of the younger's heart lulling him to sleep.

Of course, everyone knows nobody can sleep after 12 and get waken by their alarm on the first ring.

And unfortunately for the boys, the nurse decides to check on them at 6.45am.

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AND JOE'S NEWEST VID HE SPOILS US TOO MUCH.

WHERE ARE THE MAKE-UP TIPS?