Hitman's Creed - 38

 

Joey's mother broke in before the conversation could go any further to say she had to check Glenn's wound again. "While I'm doing that the two of you can get supper started," she added with a look at Joey and Mary that brooked no argument, smiling when they both obeyed without questioning her.

After supper, which they ate picnic style in the living room to keep Glenn company, Joey and his mother helped Glenn up to his bedroom. Once there he stubbornly refused to get into bed until he had a chance to finally get the dirt and sweat off of him that Joey's mom hadn't sponged off when she tried to clean him up some the previous evening.

"You are not to get that bandage wet," she admonished him sternly.

"Yes ma'am. I wasn't planning on anything more than sitting on the edge of the tub with a wet rag and scrubbing down, without the shower on."

"All right. Joey, help him in. He's in no condition to walk far on that leg whether he believes it or not."

"Miriam," Glenn growled.

"Shush. He's helping you in there, not helping you wash up."

"Mom!"

"Just get him in there. Men, honestly."

Glenn put an arm around Joey's shoulders, using him as a makeshift crutch, and hobbled into the bathroom. After he helped Glenn sit on the edge of the tub with his good leg inside, the bad one stretched outside, Joey leaned over to turn the water on and handed Glenn the soap and a wet washrag, leaving a towel on the edge of the tub.

"Do you need anything else?" he asked as he wished Glenn would ask him to wash his back or something.

"No, I'm good. Or not." He realized he still had the shorts on. "Out, kid, I need to get these off." He began to unbutton the shorts. When Joey hesitated, Glenn shook his head. "I mean it, out. I've been undressing myself since I was a kid in diapers; I think I can handle this."

"In diapers?" Joey snorted.

"Okay, so maybe not quite that young," Glenn admitted with amusement. When Joey headed to the door Glenn pulled the zipper down and tried to leverage himself up so he get the shorts off. It wasn't as easy as he'd thought it would be and he swore in frustration.

Joey turned around, shook his head, and went back to help.

"Eyes up," Glenn growled.

"As if."

"Joey!"

"I'm not going to attack you, but…" He studied Glenn for a long moment, liking what he saw… a lot. "Okay, now I have the right image for my fantasies."

"Kid, damn."

Joey smiled sweetly as he turned away. "Just saying."

Unfortunately his 'just saying', plus the look on his face, had Glenn thinking things he rather wished he hadn't. Things like what would happen if he took Joey’s face in his hands and devoured those smiling lips until the young man begged for more than just the kisses. His cock started to harden and he growled, "Out, now."

"Going." Joey took one more glance, licked his lips, and left, closing the bathroom door behind him.