“Can we shut up now so I can suck your dick before I go?”
Wes nodded, gave him a half smile. “As normal, you’re the one talking, not me.”
He was right, so Braden stopped talking, leaned over Wes and sucked him deep. Cock in his mouth was much better than a foot.
***
Wes listened to the deep-rooted gurgle in the woman’s lungs. “We’re going to give you another breathing treatment, okay?” She nodded, used to the routine. She’d been living with COPD too long not to know the drill.
He confirmed her name while he set up the nebulizer, before opening the albuterol and filling it. Once he had everything set up, he held the mouthpiece out to her, but her hands shook too much for her to hold it.
“I’ll do it for you, Mrs. Johnson.”
The woman opened her wrinkled mouth before closing it around the mouthpiece and taking deep breaths. Wes held it there until the treatment ended, listened to her lungs again, which sounded much more clear, but not how healthy lungs would sound.
He finished putting things away, made some notes, told her to have a good day, and then left the room. Each footstep he took was heavy, knowing the older woman’s breathing wasn’t getting better. It was getting worse.
Wes clocked out, washed up, and then changed, putting the paper booties back on until he left the hospital. It hadn’t been something he worried about before. Hell, he used to go home in his scrubs. But just recently he started thinking about the fact that there were too many fucking germs to take home to Jessie. It was one of the downfalls of his job.
After tossing the covers for his shoes in an outside trashcan, he went straight for his vehicle. Being Wednesday, that meant Braden would have picked Jessie up from school and taken her home, so he didn’t have to grab her up at Lydia’s.
Just as his stomach growled, his phone rang. Braden lit up the screen. He hit talk. “Hey. Everything okay?”
“The Squirt is apparently dying of hunger. It just might kill her if she has to wait for you. She told me. And according to her, you’ll be pissed at me if I let her starve.”
“You said a bad word, Braden!” Jessie screeched in the background.
“Pissed is a bad word?” Braden asked.
“You said it again!”
“I was confirming!”
Wes’s car swerved a little he was laughing so hard. “Okay, kids, time to stop fighting,” Wes told them. Sometimes he wondered how the man could be almost thirty years old and still act like a kid. But then he went and said things like what he had the other night, for Wes to remember that Chelle wanted him to have Jessie, and he thought Braden had his shit together more than Wes did.
“Can I feed her? It will save you some time so you don’t have to stop and she’s right, I really don’t want to risk pissing you off.”
“Braden!” Jessie screamed.
Before they could get into it again, Wes interrupted, “If you want to, feel free. It’s not a big deal for me to stop though.” It’s not like the man didn’t do way more for Wes than he should.
“Nah, I got it. I’ll make you guys something. Be careful. The weather’s shitty out there.”
Wes wasn’t sure why that made him pause a second. “Yeah...yeah, I will. Thanks.” It was cool of Braden to say that.
He hung up the phone, grateful that Braden decided to cook because he did pick something up most Wednesdays. It was much easier than cooking so late, and he wasn’t the best cook, anyway.
The rest of the drive home went fairly quickly. When he walked in, Jock came running at him, his nose landing right in Wes’s crotch. “Good to see you, too.” He playfully pushed the dog’s head away before Jock ran back over and laid on the floor under the table, probably waiting for Jessie to drop food for him.
The scent of bacon hit him, both Braden and Jessie turning to look at him. “Hey.” He gave Braden a quick glance and the bastard winked at him. Wes rolled his eyes before planting a kiss on Jessie’s forehead. “What ya eating?”
“BTL’s.”
“BLT’s?” Wes confirmed.
“That’s what I said, silly.”
“Of course you did.”
“There’s food in the kitchen for you. All the stuffs there, you just gotta make your plate,” Braden told him before taking another bite of his food.
“Thanks.” Wes went into the kitchen and made his food. A few times, he glanced over his shoulder, to watch Braden and Jessie interact. She always laughed when Braden was around, laughed or scolded him for cursing, which was pretty hilarious when he thought about it.
Conflicting emotions tried to jerk him in too many different directions. No matter how much he tried, he couldn’t cut off thoughts of the other night. Like Braden and he talked about. It was just sex. He could handle sex. But what would he do if they somehow caused problems for Jess? If he screwed it up like he often did, and Jessie lost someone who’d quickly become important to her? He wasn’t sure he could risk that.