Chapter 92 92

Chapter 92 92
Okay, so he was only supposed to lay down with Andre for ten minutes before waking him up to take his medicine…but as soon as those arms wrapped around him beneath the warmth of the blanket, Dylan had no chance of staying awake.
This time though, when he wakes up, Andre’s got a hand, barely tucked beneath the waistband of Dylan’s briefs. 
It’s a subtle touch…he likely just wanted to feel more skin.
Although he had Dylan’s entirely exposed upper body to work with…he’s not going to scold Andre for that. 
Mostly because Dylan loves when Andre holds him like this, like he’s his.
Because he is.
But right now, Dylan has a responsibility…which has him moving away to grab the medicine and water, nudging softly at Andre’s shoulder.
 “Babe, you need to wake up and take these.”
“no…” Andre grips harshly at Dylan’s waist, pulling him back where he was and slipping his hand beneath the waistband a bit too easily…and this time he reaches lower.
Finger tips grazing his ass. “just wanna sleep, baby, been a long week”
And Dylan feels everything inside of himself melt. Damn Andre and his rumbly sleepy voice and smooth hand, "I know it has, but you need this for the swelling and to prevent infection. It’s not optional.”
Andre’s right eye opens, left one attempting to but it doesn’t get far, “why don’t you love me anymore?”
"I love you more than I've ever loved anyone in my entire life” Dylan says it easily. 
Not expecting the way Andre would gasp softly, “well damn, when you say that how am I supposed to go against anything you say?”
“You're not” Dylan leans in and kisses him softly. And when Andre’s tongue wets both of their lips he groans, “take the medicine, Andre, please. no funny business”
His boyfriend sits up and takes the medicines with a cheeky eye roll.
 For all of the fussing, Andre’s sweet smile really doesn’t match up to the attitude he’s giving. 
And as soon as Dylan places the water bottle back to the nightstand, Andre’s got a hold of him instantly.
“I was good. Now what?”
“nu-uh… you call that good? I had to beg you to take your medicine.”
Andre juts his lips and uses the palm of his hand to press Dylan’s body flush against his own, "I can’t help it—i love when you beg.”
Dylan is trying so hard not to react in all of the ways his body is begging him to, “well you don’t get to do that right now. As long as you’re injured, we play by my rules. And my rules say no funny business as long as your wound is still fresh. We’re not risking busting open the stitches or getting them infected.”
“so your method of caring for me is torture?”
“no, my method of caring for you is putting your health first…” Dylan just can’t help it, when Andre’s hands guide his hips to move, it’s unconscious as he grinds down deliciously and does his best to bite back the moan, “. .no matter how fucking badly I want you .”
“There's no way you can hold out for almost two weeks.” Andre’s voice is low where his teeth catch onto Dylan’s ear “not when you fall apart for me so easily.”
It takes absolutely, everything , in Dylan’s body, to roll to Andre’s side. Sliding their thick blanket between his legs before cuddling up to his boyfriend’s side, “watch me.”
Other than the migraine, Andre hasn’t been feeling too down on himself over the stitches.
The doctor gave him permission for some very light training, starting monday, until it heals and he has Dylan at home, he’s doing just fine.
Except he was not prepared at all for the self restraint required to have Dylan doting on him constantly and not being allowed to thank him, properly. 
It’s really quite ridiculous if you ask him. The stitches are on his face…anything below the belt should be more than okay.
But Dylan is adamant on taking no risks. he doesn’t even crawl on top of Andre when they lay on the couch like he normally would. 
Instead he sits on the edge and raises
Andre’s legs to rest in his lap the only time Andre gets any semblance of the closeness he is used to, is when it’s time to clean his stitches.
Dylan straddles his lap then, but just so that he can be as close as possible gentle fingers holding Andre’s chin in place as he cleans him delicately it’s not even been twelve hours since this morning and Andre might burst into tears he’s so desperate and Dylan is not only wearing another new crop top, but he’s changed his piercing.
Gone is the sparkly black stud Andre has familiarized himself with. In its place is now a simple silver bar, with a dangly star beneath it. 
Fuuuck.
Dylan is maybe having a bit more fun than he should be having…but he has to admit, it really is enjoyable watching Andre be the one that’s desperately waiting for what he wants. 
Although, fun aside , Dylan really does just want to be careful. 
The headspace Andre gets him into so easily when they’re intimate doesn’t allow him much conscious control. 
Not enough to focus on not busting open those stitches.
Andre has already lost out on so much valuable training time this summer, Dylan just wants to nurse his wound to full health as soon as possible so that he can return to regular sessions, not whatever light ones Evan comes up with.
Andre is not folding easily. His stitches are oozing more than they did last night, so Dylan is having to clean the area every few hours and each time he sits in that lap, Andre’s grip on his waist grows tighter and tighter.
His parents and Hyeri have left for the afternoon, which only fuels Andre further. 
So Dylan uses caution.
 Instead of straddling his lap when it’s time to clean, he kneels beside him on the sofa.
The way Andre glares at him is a clear indicator that he’s not buying it. 
“get over here.”
Dylan’s brow raises as he frowns, “no.”
A hand reaches out to the hem of his crop top, gripping harshly, “Baby, love of my life , my entire heart—get that pretty ass of yours where it belongs or we’re going to have a problem.”
"I can’t trust you to behave with an empty house this is a precautionary measure.”