Rhett's POV
Gripping my steering wheel until my knuckles turned white. I glanced sideways at Link who has sleeping peacefully. 21 scars on his body. 21 times I neglected to be his friend. I could have stopped it. Stopped him, stopped this from happening. Cursing myself. I drove to Link's house, carrying him to his bedroom, carefully setting him on his bed. My back protested in pain, the restless night in the hospital, sleeping with my head on his leg, killed my back. It was ok. Link was going through much worse I told myself.
Staring at his face, I couldn't help observing how handsome he looked. Dark circles gone, his messy hair falling neatly onto his pillow, he looked peaceful.
Mindlessly placing a kiss onto his forehead, I couldn't help wondering where the scars were. The doctors said 21, but where, and how severe were his injuries? Flicking his head, making sure he was out cold, I unceremoniously lifted up his shirt. Nothing. I sighed in relief, moving onto his legs. Awkwardly trying to avoid his crotch area, I pulled down his pants.
Not noticing the *slight* boner, I sucked my breathe in sharply, running my hand on his rough skin, 21 deep marks, 4 fresh, blood crusting over the wounds. The doctors had placed bandages over the wounds but he must have ripped them off. Typical Link. I chuckled, then settle my gaze on his dick. His dick was hard ;-; . Embarrassed, I looked up to see Link still sleeping peacefully, his mouth open, a sure sign that he was out cold.
I could either walk away and sleep on the couch, or... I could try to fix the mess that I had created moments ago.
Manning up, I gingerly placed my palm onto his hard dick and started creating friction causing him to mutter something in his sleep. Taking a deep breath, I uncovered it, not surprised by the impressive length. Moving my hand up and down, I quickly created a steady rhythm, while palming my now hard dick that was straining to come out of my pants. His legs started quivering, and I felt his balls tense up right before the white liquid splattered all over me. Looking down, my own pants had a wet spot from where I too, had reached my climax.
"Mmmmm, Rhett...."
Tensing up, I looked at Link's face, relieved that he was still sleeping. I grabbed a tissue from his drawer and meticulously cleaned his dick and pulled his boxers and pants up. Me on the other hand, desperately needed a shower and a new change of clothes.
Stepping into Link's bathroom, I sucked in a deep breathe, unprepared by the sight before me.
