some action, buddy, I think you should just say thank you and take your
medicine.”
Chris made a sound that should have been a laugh but sounded a
little like a sob, and Xander went about helping him with his morning
routine.
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“It"s a good thing I"m already gay, Chris, because if I had to
handle your equipment every day to help you piss in a bottle, I think I"d
go gay for you in about two days.”
“Yeah, you say that now, but that"s because you haven"t had to
help me crap in a can yet. That"ll turn you off my ass quicker than you
can say „slick shit".”
“Baby, nothing"ll turn me off your ass. Now piss, already, I need to
take a shower.”
They had a concierge doctor and a private nurse, and, of course,
Lucia there to help take up the slack.
Chris hadn"t been there for two days before they realized they had
another potential employee in the making, as well.
Xander came back from practice aching all over and dragging his
ass through the front door, hoping for nothing more than to veg on the
couch and guzzle Gatorade like it was the elixer of life. The weeks of
commuting between Colorado and Sacramento during the playoffs
hadn"t come without a price, and Xander could feel in his bones that he
owed the body-god some serious sleep.
Audrey was talking seriously to the in-house nurse, getting
instructions for things she could do to help when the man was off duty.
Xander watched the two of them casually, liking the young man
very much. He was earnest and geeky, with a hairline that would recede
before he hit thirty and a narrow, appealing face—and he liked to make
Audrey laugh.