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Chapter 19 – Smile of an Angel
The sun was bright in Mick's eyes when he awoke the next morning. He blinked hard, raising a hand to block out the light. It took a few moments for him to adjust, and he regretted forgetting to close the curtains last night. Joey was tucked into his chest, still soundly asleep. Trying not to disturb him, Mick climbed carefully off the bed.
He pulled the curtains together now, not wanting Joey to suffer the same fate when he woke up. Outside the room, he could hear the beginnings of the day in the hospital ward. Nurses were walking briskly from room to room, and speaking in hushed voices. He was glad he'd woken before someone came in to check on Joey – he didn't think they'd be impressed to find him curled up on the bed with him.
Sneakily, he mussed up the sheets on his bed to make it look like it'd been slept in. And when a nurse knocked and came in, he gave her his best 'completely innocent' look from his perch next to Joey on the bed. She smiled workmanlike and fired off the same questions Mick had been answered every morning for the last few days.
Seemingly satisfied, she made a mark on Joey's clipboard and turned to leave.
“When do you think he'll be able to leave?” Mick asked quickly, hoping she'd know.
She pursed her lips sympathetically. “Sorry, that's up to his doctors. They'll be around later in the morning. They should be able to tell you.”
Mick nodded. “Thanks.”
Nodding back, she turned on her heels and left the room.
Mick sighed. “Well babe... one day we'll get you home.”
He looked down at the sleeping figure next to him, and chuckled. He didn't know why he'd taken to talking to himself, but perhaps it was a sign the claustrophobic nature of the hospital was getting to him. He decided he needed a distraction, and settled on Joey.
He was still studying the sweet, still form when it sighed and moved slightly. Mick rested a hand on Joey's shoulder, trying to ease him awake. Reluctantly, Joey opened his eyes, still sleepy.
“Hey...” he murmured, stretching and sitting up. He was glad to see Mick next to him. But of course, he would always keep his promises. That was just one thing he loved about him.
Mick smiled at him. “Welcome back to the land of the living.”
Joey answered him with a slow, lingering kiss. It still felt unreal, waking up with Mick at his side, knowing he was his. But there was nothing Joey wanted more in this world than Mick. Despite how awful his sickness had made him feel, in a strange way he was grateful. It had given him Mick.
They cuddled for a while, and Joey nearly fell asleep again. Breakfast disturbed them, much to Mick's disgust. He peeked under the foil and made a face at Joey, who giggled.
“Doughnuts?” the drummer suggested, with a wry smile.
Mick didn't protest. He grabbed the box of Krispy Kremes and settled back on the bed.
Joey got to the last blueberry doughnut first, but Mick would have conceded anyway. He would have given Joey anything, and anyway, a blueberry doughnut wasn't much. One that was slowly dripping down a chin.
“Honestly Joey....” Mick sighed sarcastically and reached for the tissues. “Do I have to spend my life cleaning up after you?” he laughed. Only when he turned back, Joey wasn't there.
His smile disappeared, replaced by confusion. The tissues in his hand fell to the bed as he felt a small hand reach into his boxers. Joey was hovering down by his crotch, clearly intending some sort of breakfast surprise. A blueberry flavoured breakfast surprise, evidently.
Mick moaned as Joey's hand gripped his cock, and he forgot about doughnuts and breakfast. Laying back on the bed, he watched as Joey bent forward his head. Joey licked him slowly, teasing him. He could feel Mick growing hard in his hands, hear the gasps he was trying to stifle.
Joey sucked gently on the head of Mick's engorged cock; precum mixing with blueberry. He savoured the taste, wanting more. Mick was urging him on now, hands in his hair and on his shoulders. Joey was driving him crazy, going down on him so slow. And he knew it, too....
“Baby... please...” Mick pleaded. Joey gave in. He slid Mick into his mouth, as far as he could manage. He was huge, almost too big, but Joey didn't care. He relaxed his throat, trying not to choke. After a few moments the sensation faded and he started to suck again, harder and faster than before.
Mick wasn't bothering to stifle his moans any more. Joey was sending him to the edge, and Mick knew it wouldn't be long before he crossed. His nerves were burning, his skin alight, his muscles starting to twitch with electricity. Joey was increasing his speed, and Mick could only mutter his appreciation through clenched teeth. A hand was caressing his balls, and suddenly it was all too much.
He couldn't hold back the strangled moan that accompanied his orgasm, or stop his body from jerking. Joey was swallowing the jets of hot semen, his hands and mouth still working to entice Mick further. When Mick had given all he could, Joey let him slip out of his mouth, licking the head one more time.
Mick was gasping for air, a hand gripping his pillow. Joey smiled, happy he could please him so well. He hadn't planned to blow Mick for breakfast, but he certainly didn't regret it. Rash actions could sometimes have bad consequences, but Joey's gut had been right that time.
He slid Mick's now flaccid cock back into his boxers, and let a warm hand glide sensually up his chest as he rose to sit beside him.
“Hope you didn't mind the interruption?” Joey asked cheekily, grinning like the cat who'd gotten the cream.
Mick was still catching his breath. He shook his head at Joey, smiling and then breaking into a laugh. Joey was so unpredictable sometimes, and it was a sign of how well he'd became that he was doing spontaneous things again. Mick didn't mind.
“Did I ever tell you how much I love you?” Mick asked, only partially playfully.
“Not enough,” Joey replied, his mouth twisting as he tried not to laugh. It worked. Mick pounced on him, capturing his lips and kissing him hard. It was Joey's turn to gasp for air as they separated.
“Consider yourself told,” Mick said softly.
Joey nodded. “I love you too.”
Mick was bending forwards for another kiss when someone knocked at the door. Gratefully he was clothed again, he and Joey rearranged themselves on the bed so they didn't look so post coital. The only person who could interrupt them now and get away with it was the doctor, so Mick was glad to see it was him. He wanted to know when he could take Joey home.
The doctor seemed pleased with Joey's progress. He expressed his satisfaction with Joey's temperature and weight, although he wasn't impressed at the box of doughnuts that Mick had forgotten to hide. He tried to pretend they were only his, but the doctor saw through that quickly.
“Well, I suppose if he's eating... that's a good sign. But preferably not for breakfast, Mr Jordison.”
Mick could see Joey was trying to suppress a giggle. He squeezed Joey's hand, smiling when the drummer squeezed back.
“When do you think he might be able to go home?” Mick asked, barely able to stop himself.
The doctor pursed his lips as he though. “Well.... I think he might be ready to go home this afternoon. I'd like to do one more blood test, and depending on the results he might be ready to be released. Will you be there to look after him?”
Mick nodded eagerly. “Of course... I wouldn't leave him on his own.”
“Good, good... Well, I'll have a nurse come in and take some blood. With any luck, you'll be sleeping in your own beds tonight. Take care.” And he was gone.
Mick couldn't help the smile that spread across his face. “Did you hear that... maybe today. You'd better be alright, or I.... Well, I won't be happy!”
Joey laughed. He wanted to go home too, where he and Mick could be alone without any threat of interruption. There were so many things he was wanting to try out....
“You're coming to stay with me, right?” Joey quietly voiced the thought that had just occurred to him.
Mick peered concernedly at him, and rubbed his arms. “Of course I am... why wouldn't I?” he asked, just as quietly.
Joey looked at him. “I just... I dunno. Just worried you'd go home... and forget about me.” His voice was soft, and Mick had to strain to hear him.
“Oh Joey.....” he sighed. “Remember what we talked about yesterday... I was worried you were going to leave me, and now you're worried about me leaving? Joey, I could never leave you... I love you too much.”
Joey looked mournfully at Mick as he talked. Their relationship was so new, so different and so heated that he was worried it would snap. He didn't think he could handle that. They'd adjusted to the tourbus and occasional hotel rooms, adjusted to the hospital, and now they'd have to adjust to being at home... where Mick and Joey both had separate houses.
“Will you come live with me?” Joey asked suddenly.
Mick gaped. It was a big question. But he knew the answer. “Yes.”
Joey beamed, and reached forward to hug Mick. He kissed him softly on the neck, his heart bursting. Mick was going to move in. He'd be there 24/7, next to Joey as he woke up and as he fell asleep at night. What more could he want?
Mick smiled. It was an easy decision to make. He could sell his house – Joey had a far nicer one, anyway. Being with Joey all the time was important to him, especially as he was still recovering. He'd never lived with someone before, but he didn't think it would be a problem. He was so in love with Joey that living with him was really the only way forward.
And now, he needed to resume that kiss....
The sun was bright in Mick's eyes when he awoke the next morning. He blinked hard, raising a hand to block out the light. It took a few moments for him to adjust, and he regretted forgetting to close the curtains last night. Joey was tucked into his chest, still soundly asleep. Trying not to disturb him, Mick climbed carefully off the bed.
He pulled the curtains together now, not wanting Joey to suffer the same fate when he woke up. Outside the room, he could hear the beginnings of the day in the hospital ward. Nurses were walking briskly from room to room, and speaking in hushed voices. He was glad he'd woken before someone came in to check on Joey – he didn't think they'd be impressed to find him curled up on the bed with him.
Sneakily, he mussed up the sheets on his bed to make it look like it'd been slept in. And when a nurse knocked and came in, he gave her his best 'completely innocent' look from his perch next to Joey on the bed. She smiled workmanlike and fired off the same questions Mick had been answered every morning for the last few days.
Seemingly satisfied, she made a mark on Joey's clipboard and turned to leave.
“When do you think he'll be able to leave?” Mick asked quickly, hoping she'd know.
She pursed her lips sympathetically. “Sorry, that's up to his doctors. They'll be around later in the morning. They should be able to tell you.”
Mick nodded. “Thanks.”
Nodding back, she turned on her heels and left the room.
Mick sighed. “Well babe... one day we'll get you home.”
He looked down at the sleeping figure next to him, and chuckled. He didn't know why he'd taken to talking to himself, but perhaps it was a sign the claustrophobic nature of the hospital was getting to him. He decided he needed a distraction, and settled on Joey.
He was still studying the sweet, still form when it sighed and moved slightly. Mick rested a hand on Joey's shoulder, trying to ease him awake. Reluctantly, Joey opened his eyes, still sleepy.
“Hey...” he murmured, stretching and sitting up. He was glad to see Mick next to him. But of course, he would always keep his promises. That was just one thing he loved about him.
Mick smiled at him. “Welcome back to the land of the living.”
Joey answered him with a slow, lingering kiss. It still felt unreal, waking up with Mick at his side, knowing he was his. But there was nothing Joey wanted more in this world than Mick. Despite how awful his sickness had made him feel, in a strange way he was grateful. It had given him Mick.
They cuddled for a while, and Joey nearly fell asleep again. Breakfast disturbed them, much to Mick's disgust. He peeked under the foil and made a face at Joey, who giggled.
“Doughnuts?” the drummer suggested, with a wry smile.
Mick didn't protest. He grabbed the box of Krispy Kremes and settled back on the bed.
Joey got to the last blueberry doughnut first, but Mick would have conceded anyway. He would have given Joey anything, and anyway, a blueberry doughnut wasn't much. One that was slowly dripping down a chin.
“Honestly Joey....” Mick sighed sarcastically and reached for the tissues. “Do I have to spend my life cleaning up after you?” he laughed. Only when he turned back, Joey wasn't there.
His smile disappeared, replaced by confusion. The tissues in his hand fell to the bed as he felt a small hand reach into his boxers. Joey was hovering down by his crotch, clearly intending some sort of breakfast surprise. A blueberry flavoured breakfast surprise, evidently.
Mick moaned as Joey's hand gripped his cock, and he forgot about doughnuts and breakfast. Laying back on the bed, he watched as Joey bent forward his head. Joey licked him slowly, teasing him. He could feel Mick growing hard in his hands, hear the gasps he was trying to stifle.
Joey sucked gently on the head of Mick's engorged cock; precum mixing with blueberry. He savoured the taste, wanting more. Mick was urging him on now, hands in his hair and on his shoulders. Joey was driving him crazy, going down on him so slow. And he knew it, too....
“Baby... please...” Mick pleaded. Joey gave in. He slid Mick into his mouth, as far as he could manage. He was huge, almost too big, but Joey didn't care. He relaxed his throat, trying not to choke. After a few moments the sensation faded and he started to suck again, harder and faster than before.
Mick wasn't bothering to stifle his moans any more. Joey was sending him to the edge, and Mick knew it wouldn't be long before he crossed. His nerves were burning, his skin alight, his muscles starting to twitch with electricity. Joey was increasing his speed, and Mick could only mutter his appreciation through clenched teeth. A hand was caressing his balls, and suddenly it was all too much.
He couldn't hold back the strangled moan that accompanied his orgasm, or stop his body from jerking. Joey was swallowing the jets of hot semen, his hands and mouth still working to entice Mick further. When Mick had given all he could, Joey let him slip out of his mouth, licking the head one more time.
Mick was gasping for air, a hand gripping his pillow. Joey smiled, happy he could please him so well. He hadn't planned to blow Mick for breakfast, but he certainly didn't regret it. Rash actions could sometimes have bad consequences, but Joey's gut had been right that time.
He slid Mick's now flaccid cock back into his boxers, and let a warm hand glide sensually up his chest as he rose to sit beside him.
“Hope you didn't mind the interruption?” Joey asked cheekily, grinning like the cat who'd gotten the cream.
Mick was still catching his breath. He shook his head at Joey, smiling and then breaking into a laugh. Joey was so unpredictable sometimes, and it was a sign of how well he'd became that he was doing spontaneous things again. Mick didn't mind.
“Did I ever tell you how much I love you?” Mick asked, only partially playfully.
“Not enough,” Joey replied, his mouth twisting as he tried not to laugh. It worked. Mick pounced on him, capturing his lips and kissing him hard. It was Joey's turn to gasp for air as they separated.
“Consider yourself told,” Mick said softly.
Joey nodded. “I love you too.”
Mick was bending forwards for another kiss when someone knocked at the door. Gratefully he was clothed again, he and Joey rearranged themselves on the bed so they didn't look so post coital. The only person who could interrupt them now and get away with it was the doctor, so Mick was glad to see it was him. He wanted to know when he could take Joey home.
The doctor seemed pleased with Joey's progress. He expressed his satisfaction with Joey's temperature and weight, although he wasn't impressed at the box of doughnuts that Mick had forgotten to hide. He tried to pretend they were only his, but the doctor saw through that quickly.
“Well, I suppose if he's eating... that's a good sign. But preferably not for breakfast, Mr Jordison.”
Mick could see Joey was trying to suppress a giggle. He squeezed Joey's hand, smiling when the drummer squeezed back.
“When do you think he might be able to go home?” Mick asked, barely able to stop himself.
The doctor pursed his lips as he though. “Well.... I think he might be ready to go home this afternoon. I'd like to do one more blood test, and depending on the results he might be ready to be released. Will you be there to look after him?”
Mick nodded eagerly. “Of course... I wouldn't leave him on his own.”
“Good, good... Well, I'll have a nurse come in and take some blood. With any luck, you'll be sleeping in your own beds tonight. Take care.” And he was gone.
Mick couldn't help the smile that spread across his face. “Did you hear that... maybe today. You'd better be alright, or I.... Well, I won't be happy!”
Joey laughed. He wanted to go home too, where he and Mick could be alone without any threat of interruption. There were so many things he was wanting to try out....
“You're coming to stay with me, right?” Joey quietly voiced the thought that had just occurred to him.
Mick peered concernedly at him, and rubbed his arms. “Of course I am... why wouldn't I?” he asked, just as quietly.
Joey looked at him. “I just... I dunno. Just worried you'd go home... and forget about me.” His voice was soft, and Mick had to strain to hear him.
“Oh Joey.....” he sighed. “Remember what we talked about yesterday... I was worried you were going to leave me, and now you're worried about me leaving? Joey, I could never leave you... I love you too much.”
Joey looked mournfully at Mick as he talked. Their relationship was so new, so different and so heated that he was worried it would snap. He didn't think he could handle that. They'd adjusted to the tourbus and occasional hotel rooms, adjusted to the hospital, and now they'd have to adjust to being at home... where Mick and Joey both had separate houses.
“Will you come live with me?” Joey asked suddenly.
Mick gaped. It was a big question. But he knew the answer. “Yes.”
Joey beamed, and reached forward to hug Mick. He kissed him softly on the neck, his heart bursting. Mick was going to move in. He'd be there 24/7, next to Joey as he woke up and as he fell asleep at night. What more could he want?
Mick smiled. It was an easy decision to make. He could sell his house – Joey had a far nicer one, anyway. Being with Joey all the time was important to him, especially as he was still recovering. He'd never lived with someone before, but he didn't think it would be a problem. He was so in love with Joey that living with him was really the only way forward.
And now, he needed to resume that kiss....
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