“You dumb son of a bitch,” Sully muttered, affection softening his tone. He wrapped his arms around Denny’s chest and held onto him gently. “You think I ain’t been worried sick ’bout you this whole damn time I been out on the road?”
“I can’t help it if you’re a damn girl, Sully.” Denny leaned his cheek against Sully’s. “But I can sure as hell not be one about all this shit.”
“You get cleaned up an’ I’ll take you on into the bedroom and show you what kinda girl I am.” Sully snorted, huffing against Denny’s cheek like a horse demanding treats. “Did me some shoppin’ today.”
“Lord have mercy.” Denny looked at Sully over his shoulder. “What the hell did you do?” He looked more than a mite skittish at the prospect of Sully going shopping for anything but car parts.
“Made damn sure next time I wanna fuck you, I ain’t gonna hurt you no more’n you’re already hurtin’.”
Denny’s eyes went real wide and he shook his head. “You did what?”
Sully chuckled a little and petted Denny’s chest with one hand. “I got a sling, one a them hammock-lookin’ things that you hang up from the ceiling so’s you don’t hafta kneel on the bed or nothing. I figured you weren’t gonna be up for that, what with your leg hurtin’ you so bad, so I had to improvise.”
“Are you out of your fool mind?” Denny didn’t look too pleased at all. Time was, he’d have been beating Sully to the bedroom to jump on the damn thing and give it a try. Hell, he’d have hung from his heels from it so he could suck Sully off from a whole new angle. Now, he just looked like he wanted to run away.
“Get yourself cleaned up, sugar,” Sully said, not letting Denny’s foul mood get to him. “I ain’t gonna hurt you.”
Denny finished washing, and then he hauled himself up. “You’re damn right you’re not gonna hurt me,” he grumbled. “Not gonna hurt me because I ain’t playing around in any damn contraption.” He couldn’t reach his crutches and he couldn’t get out of the tub alone, so he stood there and glared hard at Sully.
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