A Cajun in Colorado(11)

Blushing, Chris could feel the pulse pounding through his erection. "You  affect me so … so … " he couldn't hold Manon's gaze. He dropped it to stare  at his cast, the heavy green weight a reminder of what had happened to  him. For now, the lust he felt for the man next to him overshadowed the  pounding ache in his head.                       
       
           



       

"Sweet man," Manon crooned. "We should really get out of here before I suck you off, but perhaps you don't want to wait, Chris?"

Chris glanced around the room, but saw that he and Manon were alone. "What did you have in mind?" he asked quietly.

Manon gave him a heated look, then slid his hand under the sheet. Chris  whimpered when he felt the man's palm brush over his side, across his  abs, and down his hip. Manon leaned over him, holding his gaze, letting  Chris see all the lust and need filling him. He shivered when Manon  rested his fingers on his hip and gently raked the tips through his  pubic hair.

He couldn't stop the moan from escaping him. Manon's touch was so close  to his cock. His shaft was so hard it hurt, and he desperately wanted to  feel the man's firm grip wrap around him. His body practically vibrated  with the need to rotate his hips and get that hand on him.

Manon grinned down at him and then gently slid the tip of one finger  from the base of Chris's dick to the tip. He swirled it through the  precum leaking from him like a sieve. "Please," Chris whispered.

"Please what, cher?"

His breath came in soft pants and Chris knew his eyes were wide, pupils  dilated with lust. He didn't know where Manon's fingers would move next.  With the sheet covering him, Chris couldn't see where the man's hand  hovered. All he could do was feel. His body trembled as he waited for  the next scrape of calluses against his nerve bundle, soft flick into  his slit, or squeeze up and down the stalk of his shaft.

"Ugh!" He couldn't stop the grunt of pleasure when Manon finally wrapped  his fingers firmly around him and stroked. Chris's hips bucked  convulsively, and his free hand gripped the sheet. He stared into his  new lover's eyes as he worked him, sending delicious threads of pleasure  down his stalk, into his balls, and through his groin.

Finally, Manon lowered his head and kissed him. He thrust his tongue  deep into Chris's mouth repeatedly in a parody of how Chris desperately  wanted Manon to sink into his ass. His hole clenched with the mental  image.

His shaft jerked in Manon's grip. Chris bent his knees, planted his feet  on the bed, thrust his hips, fucking himself through his lover's tight  fist. Sparks shot up, then back down his spine. His balls pulled tight.  Chris was so close he could taste his orgasm building.

Suddenly, Manon lifted his head and growled, "Come."

His mouth open in a silent scream, Chris's body obeyed. With his balls  tight to his body, his dick expelled his seed in violent spurts. The  muscles of his abs bunched, and he buried his face in Manon's neck as  the heady endorphins of release swamped his system in ecstasy.

When he came to his senses, Chris felt Manon's hand on his neck, gently  massaging the tendons. Manon's other hand caressed the sensitive skin of  his softening shaft. He moaned, feeling renewed interest and wondering  how the hell he could want more after the most intense orgasm of his  life. And that from a hand job!

Carefully, Manon helped him ease his head back to his pillow. Manon  leaned down and gave him a soft peck on the lips, then lifted his head  and asked, "Feel better?"

"Holy shit," Chris whispered. "If that was your idea of better, I may be afraid to experience whatyou think is great."

Manon chuckled. "I brought sweats and a t-shirt I think will fit you.  Let me get a cloth to clean you up and then we'll see if we can secure  your release papers."

He couldn't hide the blush that worked up his chest and neck. "Okay."

"Relax," Manon murmured. "I won't tell if you won't tell," he said with a wink.

Watching Manon slip into the bathroom, Chris knew his lover didn't need  to tell anyone what they'd just done. From the scent in the room and the  fact that Daren had felt the need to slip out, his friends would just  know.

Manon reappeared with a damp cloth in hand. When Chris reached for it,  Manon looked like he would insist on cleaning him up himself, but then  he relinquished the warm fabric. He set a small backpack on the chair by  the bed. "You think you'll be okay to dress on your own?" he asked  softly.

Chris felt grateful Manon focused on setting out the clothes and canvas  sneakers while he reached beneath the sheet and cleaned the cum off his  chest, abs, and groin. It was foolish, he knew, but somehow having his  lover watch him clean himself was even more intimate than actually  letting Manon stroke him off.

"I'll be fine, I think," he replied. "I got lucky. Just a broken wrist  and some bruising. The cops responded surprisingly quickly to my  nine-oneone call."                       
       
           



       

"I heard from my buddy, Detective Stryker, that the Colin City police  have had trouble with attacks in that area of town recently. They take  any calls from there very seriously," Manon told him.

"Well, I'm glad about that," Chris said. "I've had broken bones before,  so I know how to work around them." He winked. "You get the doctor to  release me, and I'll get ready to go."

Manon nodded. "Sounds good." He paused at the doorway. "Did you speak to the police yet?"

Chris picked up the shirt Manon had brought, impressed by his  thoughtfulness. He'd been planning to ask Eric or Daren if they could  get him clothes, but with the lack of change to Remy's condition, he  hadn't wanted to ask them to do something that would force them to  leave.

"Yes. A Detective Pierson stopped by and I told him everything. He left his card on the nightstand there," he said, pointing.

"Good," Manon stated. His protective growl surprised Chris, and warmed him at the same time.

"Get out of here," he said with a smile.

Manon chuckled and left.

Chris carefully maneuvered his legs off the bed and slipped the sweats  on. Maneuvering them one handed was tough, but he got it done. Good  thing they were sweats and there weren't any buttons or zippers  involved. Then he pulled the shirt over his head. That hurt more, but at  least it was easier.

He was sitting on the bed, waiting for Manon to return with the doctor  or a nurse, when Daren walked in. "Hope you don't mind my leaving a  little bit ago. I figured you two wanted some time alone." The grin on  Daren's face told Chris that his friend knew exactly why he would want  time alone.

Rolling his eyes, Chris muttered, "Shut up. It's not like Remy and I  haven't left your apartment a time or two when you and Eric started  getting a little too hot and heavy."

Daren laughed. "Hot and heavy? God, what are you? Fifteen?"

"Shut up," Chris snapped.

His friend just grinned. "I have good news, too. Remy woke and he's talking."

Chris sighed with relief. "That's fantastic!"

"Yeah, things are a bit fuzzy for him right now, but he does remember  leaving the club with a guy and going around the corner. He just doesn't  remember anything after that." Daren grimaced. "I don't know if I want  the rest to come back to Remy or not."

Nodding, Chris could understand his friend's feelings. His first gay  bashing had put him in the hospital for a week and a half-a broken a leg  and ruptured spleen nearly cost him his life. He didn't remember  everything, and felt grateful for that.

Manon's return interrupted their conversation. A nurse with paperwork  that needed to be signed and aftercare instructions followed him. Once  he'd signed everything and listened as patiently as he could, Manon  asked if he was ready to go.

Chris shook his head. "I want to see Remy first."

Manon nodded. "Of course, cher." He turned to Daren. "Lead the way, bra."

He followed the others from the room, grateful for Manon's solid arm  around his waist. Chris might not need the support, but it was nice not  to worry about it.

When they walked into the hospital room, Eric rose from the chair by  Remy's bed. He gave Chris a light hug, and out of the corner of his  eyes, he saw Manon tense at the contact. After an oblivious Eric  released him, Chris patted Manon's shoulder and turned back to his  friend.

"How is he?" Chris asked.

Eric smiled slightly. "He's awake and talking. No brain damage. But he does have a long road to recovery," Eric stated sadly.

Chris grimaced and turned to look at Remy. He stretched out a hand and  traced Remy's jaw, then leaned down and kissed his sleeping friend's  forehead.