Soap

(Cause I unintentionally trolled you guys so hard the other day)

Christopher-

Pulling up outside his house, Christopher leaned back in his seat and just allowed the cool night air from his rolled down window to calm his stockpiled nerves. Work had been busy, which he was glad about. Lots of minor injuries from a fight that had broken out and a few sick inmates had come and gone throughout the day. It gave him something to do with his time besides worry about what Tommy could be getting into back at his house.

You used to worry about that dumb dog getting into stuff and now you've got a person who listens worse than it. Pressing his fingers against his forehead, Chris heaved a tired sigh, then yawned as a his phone chimed with a text message.

Retrieving it from his pocket, he turned the screen on, then grinned like the idiot he knew he was.

T: Miss you

Shaking his head, he shoved the phone back in his pocket and gathered his things. The moment he stepped inside, Skipper was there to greet him. The dog licked his pant leg a few times before running over to sit by the door to the backyard.

"I know, I know. You were here first so you get the attention first." He mumbled as he set his things down, then went over and opened the door for the dog. Skipper darted out happily and commenced doing his business.

Since the temperature was decent outside, he just decided to leave the door open so Skipper could have some time in the yard. On to my second not-so-furry house guest. Biting back a grin, Christopher pulled open the door to his bedroom and calmly walked inside.

There's the puppy.

And Tommy really did look just like one, messy hair, devoted gaze, and a faint fidget that Chris doubted that he noticed himself doing. "Hello, Tommy." He said, being sure to keep his voice relaxed, even though he itched to run and fall into the man's arms.

You aren't a sub.

His mind ignored the words as he dropped right into Tommy's waiting arms. Christopher couldn't remember a single time in his past that he enjoyed being cuddled. Sure, he'd done so on extremely rare occasions with touchy subs, but he never let them hold him. It was always the other way around, and only for a few short minutes.

Now you're nearly falling asleep in his arms before even a minute passes.

It was unsettling at first, but as Tommy had gotten stronger and stronger, Christopher had begun to cherish the little attention sessions they managed to squeeze in between his work, cleaning, the dog, and preparing meals.

"I love you." Tommy whispered as his fingers ran through Christopher's hair, making the man sigh and nuzzle closer. You're acting like a damned pansy. Ignoring his thoughts, again, Chris reached up and grabbed a handful of Tommy's hair, then tugged his head down until their lips could meet.

It had been several days since he'd let Tommy start using the restroom again. Since he didn't want to keep putting a catheter in, then taking it out when he got home, as those really aren't any kind of comfortable, they came to an agreement that he could use the bathroom as long as there were blankets over all the possible dangerous surfaces. So, anything solid besides the obvious toilet... which he actually got a cushion for, too.

His job made him insanely paranoid, and after the close call before, he wasn't taking any chances. When their lips finally broke apart, Christopher forced himself back to his feet and went and washed his face in the sink, needing to stay awake.

He nearly jumped when gentle arms wrapped around his waist, then a firm chest pressed against his back until he was forced to lean over the sink, supporting his weight with his arms.

"Tommy." He chided, though he was too tired to put much force into his warning. "You shouldn't be standing."

He still didn't like him getting up unless he had to go bathroom, and especially not without the wheelchair. "You need to go back." He said as he carefully turned around enough to wrap his own arms around Tommy. He wanted to help support his weight, but when their eyes met, he had trouble suddenly remembering what he needed to do in order to complete his task.

"Hey, gorgeous. Can I, perhaps, take a bath now?"

Christopher swallowed a lump he'd felt suddenly appear in his throat, then looked over toward his shower. It did have a tub, but that was a whole new step. Sure, Tommy might have been ready for it, days ago, but Christopher had been arguing with himself about letting him since then.

"Please, sweetheart? I promise I'll be good."

A not so proper image of Tommy not being good flashed through Chris's mind, drawing color to his pale cheeks and a smirk to Tommy's lips. "You know you want to cuddle with me in a warm bath..." He teased, making Christopher's blush worsen infinitely.

"Th-that's not the purpose of a bath." Chris mumbled, even as he helped Tommy to the toilet to sit down, then leaned over to start working on filling the tub.

He could feel eyes on him, and once he'd gotten the temperature to luke-warm, hands grasped his waist and tugged him back and downward. Chris, unsurprisingly, landed on Tommy's naked lap. He wasn't given any time to respond before the other man nuzzled his face into the side of his neck and began nibbling. A loud moan slipped from Christopher's lips before he could even comprehend what was happening and the sound clearly spurred Tommy's determination, because one of his hands were soon slipping beneath his work scrub pants.

"This isn't how you take a bath." Chris gasped as Tommy's hand squeezed him, making him squirm uneasily.

"Oh? My mistake, master." Tommy mused, giving a particularly rough bite to Chris's neck.

His mind blanked for another minute or five as Tommy continued showing far too much affection. "The bath." Chris finally mumbled. Tommy's attention finally left his neck, which was sure to sport quite a few good bruises come the next day.

"Ah, it's ready. Come on, doc." He cooed with a final kiss to his cheek before slipping his hand from his pants.

Christopher stumbled into the wall right in front of him, using it to lean his weight against. His shaky legs took a moment to steady enough to turn around and allow him to help Tommy into the bathtub. The transition went surprisingly well. Chris dropped to his knees on the blanket they had shoved between the toilet and tub.

"Hey now, why aren't you coming in?" Tommy asked, a hint of sadness in his tone.

Why am I not coming in? He really has to ask that?

"This is a trial. You're still injured and-"

"No."

Christopher's words fell silent on his lips at Tommy's sudden rebuke.

"No, Christopher. I'm not injured. I've healed. My body may still need work to get back to the level it had been at, but the wound is sealed and there is no infection, and rarely any pain."

He wasn't sure what he could say to that. Yes, Tommy was healed, technically, but he couldn't help seeing the what if's.

"I don't want to see that look in your eyes anymore. There won't be a third time. I'm done with the hospital. Done with the meds. Done with that god damned catheter. But... I'm definitely not done with you."

Before he could get his jaw to close from surprise, Tommy caught his left hand in a vice grip. If he hadn't been so shocked, he would have been excited about how much strength the man had managed to get back in such a short time. "Now then, doctor, I believe it's time to remove those scrubs."

Christopher didn't bother trying to hide his blush. Tommy had gotten more and more bold as he'd gotten better, and it was getting harder to get him to keep resting. The difference between his current progress and the first time they'd gone through dealing with his injury was night and day.

He is ready to push forward, perhaps to a walker, but definitely not such heavy physical activity as what he wants to do right now.

His pleading, welcoming eyes were impossible to resist right then, though. Reaching for his pants, Christopher slipped them off once Tommy released his wrist. A grin grew on the guy's face as if it were Christmas morning and he'd found exactly what he'd wanted under the tree.

"Come on, Chris. I've been a good boy. Finish giving me my present?" Tommy asked, his voice growing to what he thought would be a seductive whisper.

He's not quite there yet. His effort did make Christopher chuckle, though, and he allowed his boxers to drop to the blanket he was standing on. He then reached up and removed his shirt. The fabric hadn't even hit the floor before Tommy's hands were carefully coaxing him into the tub. There was barely enough room for one of them, but Tommy somehow managed to fit him against his left side. Christopher let a content sigh slip as he settled his head against Tommy's chest. They were generally very close in height, but he didn't mind the makeshift pillow Tommy's position a little further down in the water gave him.

"You look comfortable, love." He hummed, getting a slight nod from Christopher.

Fingers ran along his visible ribs a moment later, then settled over them. "I'm going to make you eat as soon as I'm able to stand for more than a few seconds. I'm going to make you fat as hell and not feel bad about it." Tommy said quietly, rubbing his thumb along one of the ridges of bone that rose against his warm skin.

"I'll eat whatever you want," Christopher whispered, drawing a strong laugh from Tommy.

"Anything?" He asked as his free hand walked its fingers down Chris's spine, drawing a shiver from him.

Christopher felt a tired smile slip onto his face before he pushed himself up, then reached down. It only took a few gentle tugs to finish getting Tommy hard. The bath also hadn't been filled too high, so he easily managed to shimmy his way back a bit, then lean down.

The shocked yelp he got from Tommy as he went down on him honestly made him incredibly nervous. Well, even more than he already was doing such a thing. He was used to having subs do it to him when he asked for it, but he'd never actually done it to someone else. He'd wanted to try it... but this hadn't exactly been the time or place he'd thought it would happen.

Judging from the shivers and gasps he was hearing, he wasn't doing too badly a job, though. It was a bit of a shock when wet heat hit the back of his throat after barely a minute, however. Christopher jerked up, sputtering as he tried to not choke.

"Oh shit, sorry!" Tommy said as he tried to catch his breath.

I should have realized that he wouldn't have any control right now, and he was already half hard before I even climbed in with him. I'm an idiot.

"It's alright." Chris said as he sat back, wiping his mouth. He knew that his face was bright red, just like Tommy's, but he decided to just give them both a pass and move on like that weird mishap hadn't just happened.

That's a discussion for another time.

Reaching to the left of Tommy, Christopher took the bottle of shampoo on the ledge there and poured a decent amount into his hand before setting the bottle back. Rubbing his palms together, he settled between Tommy's legs as best he could in the cramped tub, then offered a small, but reassuring, grin.

"Alright you pain in my ass, let's get you cleaned up before I fall asleep in here or that darn dog digs a hole to China since I left the back door to the yard open. Lean over."

Tommy returned his grin and ducked his head, allowing Chris to start scrubbing the shampoo into his dirty hair.

"Not yet, but I'm eagerly looking forward to that day I am a pain in that particular area."

Christopher bit his tongue on a response and just focused on what he had to do for the rest of their bath. His burning face showed far more than he could ever say about that subject, anyways.