Finding Eden(43)

Paul got up easier than he should have, considering his injuries. He wavered when he stood and Danny wrapped an arm around his waist, being careful not to touch his damaged back.

“Danny Boy, we gotta work something else out,” Paul whispered under his breath as he leaned heavily into him, sounding completely horrified. “If you suck that guy’s dick I will be damaged for life.”

“News flash, his won’t be the first I’ve sucked,” Danny said, wondering why this was a shock to Paul. “I do it on a regular basis.”

“That’s so wrong.” Paul shuddered as he shook off Danny’s help and walked into the bathroom on his own accord.

Danny closed his eyes, trying to keep a level head like Jason asked because knowing it bothered Paul that he sucked dick was really getting his guard up. “Just shut up,” he growled, the fear and rejection making his voice icy and furious. “Really, don’t say a fucking word unless I tell you to.”

Paul turned around, looking at Danny over one damaged shoulder, the question written all over his face. “But—”

“You’re speaking,” Danny countered, not wanting to get into anything past that. “You suck at this.”

Paul frowned, looking confused, giving Danny an abrupt reminder that he was still very sick. ”But you—”

“There’s no way you can be a better submissive than Jason,” Danny said, finally figuring out why Paul was so pissy with the doctor. He was competitive with him. They were both submissives and Paul was used to being the best at everything he did. It made Danny wonder about Jason. The doctor had to have some pretty extreme tastes for Paul to be threatened by him. “He’s been very cooperative and obedient. The same can’t be said for you, can it?”

“I’m sorry,” Paul whispered, as if torn between a fear of speaking and wanting to apologize. “I’m not feeling good. Sorta dizzy and hazy.”

“No shit?” Danny gave a sarcastic gasp of civility before he snapped, “I wonder why. This really fucked up my Friday, Paul Guy.”

“I’m sorry,” Paul repeated, his eyes becoming wide in panic. “Are you mad at me?”

“Sorta.” Danny pulled open the shower door and helped Paul in. He stared down at Paul’s leather pants once the two of them were in the shower, knowing they weren’t conducive to what they were doing. “You gotta get naked.”

“Okay,” Paul said without blinking an eye, tugging at the snaps. His fingers were fumbling as he wavered dangerously forward. “Wow, I think I’m gonna pass out.”

“Shit,” Jason groaned. “We’ve got to put him back in bed. He’s too pale. There’s no way he can stand for this.”

“No, he’s okay.” Danny took over the task of ridding Paul of his leather pants. “Pussy’s pass out. That’d be really embarrassing for him.”

Paul huffed. “That’s not cool.”

“Ask me if I give a shit.” Danny dropped to his knees, trying to get the pants off, but leather was hard to work with. “Help me out, Paul Guy.”

Paul’s help was minimal and Danny was breathless with frustration by the time he got him naked. He was bearing most of Paul’s weight, which was no mild feat. He put Paul’s arms around his neck, hoping for a little leverage. Danny fell back against the shower wall, using it as support as he brushed his hair out of his eyes in annoyance and looked toward the ceiling. Paul was like a furnace, he was so hot with fever. His skin was sweaty and sticky against Danny’s in a way that was anything but sexy, but the way Paul buried his face into the curve of his neck with a contented sigh made Danny’s heart hurt anyway.

“I missed you, Danny Boy,” Paul breathed in a soft, intimate voice.

Danny stroked Paul’s sweaty hair, feeling tears sting his eyes. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to Paul’s forehead. “Missed you too, Paul Guy.”

“This is going to be exceedingly painful,” Jason said, dragging Danny abruptly back to reality by reminding him he was still there. “We’re about to test how tough your friend really is.”

“Really?” Danny and Paul asked in unison, though Danny’s question was based in fear whereas Paul’s sounded pleasantly surprised.

“Oh yes, really,” Jason said, his eyes wide as he stared at Paul’s back. “Ordinarily a patient would need huge amounts of pain management before we attempted this and he certainly wouldn’t be standing.”

Danny looked down at Paul’s back over his shoulder and winced, knowing it had to be done. “Go for it. He got himself into this. I suppose he can deal with the repercussions.”