Page 10 of Bazooka
“Yeah.”
He stood up on his own, but he seemed unsteady, so I scooped him up in my arms and carried him to the bathroom. It made him chuckle.
“Now I know I’m dreaming,kochanie,” he said, resting his head on my shoulder. “Your hands are on me… I must be dreaming.”
“What does that word mean?” I asked him to keep the conversation going because his eyes kept closing.
“Kochanie? It means dear in Polish.”
“I didn’t know you were Polish,” I said, lowering him to his feet when we reached the shower. He wasn’t showing any signsthat he was in pain, probably because of the meds that John Smith gave him.
“Only half,” he replied, trying to unbutton his shirt, but his fingers shook, so I intervened.
“Let me,” I said, swiftly unbuttoning his shirt and pulling it off him.
“This is a really good dream,” he joked as I scanned his torso, which was covered in nasty contusions. He took a serious beating tonight, and it made me stark raving mad. The guys who did this had no clue what kind of shitstorm was coming to them, because this shitstorm included me. And I was a big, mean S.O.B.
I took off Luz’s pants and socks, then I pulled his boxers down before turning my head so I wouldn’t see more than I had to.
“I don’t mind if you look,” Luz said. “I’m not shy.”
Yeah, no.
Instead of a reply, I helped him into the shower after ensuring the water was comfortably warm. When a stream of water hit him, he flinched and rested his hands on the tiles, closing his eyes.
“Can you manage by yourself?” I asked him, standing outside the shower.
“Mm-hmm,” he hummed, but he wasn’t moving. He also turned ashen in the face, looking as if he were about to collapse.
I realized this wasn’t happening, not with him barely able to stand on his feet. I considered my options, but I had only one. I didn’t like it, but I didn’t like how he looked either.
“Stay where you are,” I said and kicked off my shoes before stepping into the shower, clothes and all. A stream of water hit me, and I blinked to clear my vision, soaking wet in a matter of moments. If Luz was aware of my presence, he didn’t show it, but he seemed to relax a little. I stood behind him and poured some shower gel onto a sponge.
“Vanilla,” Luz murmured as I washed his back. It was covered with bruises, including a nasty contusion on his ribs that made my stomach churn. He was thinner than when I last saw him, although his body was nothing if not lean muscle. When the sponge reached his ass, I cleared my throat in an unspoken question.
“Go ahead,” he said, as I started to wash his ass, trying not to think about it too much. I used the sponge to wash his crack, but I didn’t linger there, mostly because I didn’t want to hurt him in case he was in pain.
“Turn around,” I instructed him when I was done, pouring more shower gel onto the sponge.
He did what I said, but he rested his hand on my chest for balance, looking unsteady. When my hand reached his crotch, he took the sponge from me, avoiding my eyes.
“I’ll do it. I’m usually not one to miss an opportunity when it presents itself, but I don’t want to get hard right now.”
“That’s a mouthful for someone who’s in pain,” I said, blinking in disbelief.
While he washed himself, I shampooed his hair, finding strange pleasure in it. After I rinsed it, I turned off the tap and wrapped the towel around him.
“Wait here,” I said, stepping out of the shower.
I started taking off my wet clothes without turning around to check if he was watching me. Once naked, I wrapped a towel around my hips and headed to the living room. After I came back, dressed in my sweats, he was still just standing there, shivering.
I dried him with a towel before helping him put on my T-shirt and joggers, which were twice his size. After that, I carried him to the bedroom. Lucky for him, I at least had a bed, because it was the only piece of furniture in the room.
“Do you need anything else?” I said, covering him with a blanket. “Are you hungry?”
Luz shook his head, his eyes already closing. “Just don’t leave me.”
“I won’t,” I assured him, sitting down on the floor across from the bed. “You’re safe, okay? Try to relax.”
