Awkward

Tommy-

He never thought he'd be annoyed being tied to Christopher's bed, but after eight hours of being handcuffed because he'd tried to get up and go bathroom instead of letting Chris put in a catheter, he was frustrated... and really had to pee.

When the door to the infirmary opened and Christopher walked in, having just finished his evening rounds, Tommy opened his mouth to tell him that enough was enough. His words died on his tongue, however, as he saw the man sag against the wall by the door and heave an exhausted sigh. Tommy knew that he'd been working nearly nonstop since the incident the day before. Things didn't stop just because someone got a bad injury. It had just added onto his normally-crazy day.

Not to mention he has to stay at the jail until I'm completely out of the woods, which will be at least three more days... and I have his damn bed. He thought, his mood souring further at the thought of Christopher having slept on one of the small uncomfortable cots meant for patients. Not that his bed was that comfortable, but it was definitely better than those plank-like mattresses.

Instead of trying to talk again, Tommy just remained silent and watched as Christopher rubbed at his black circled, hooded eyes and walked over to drop down into the chair in front of his large work desk. He had been given the man's kindle to read if he wished, but Tommy wasn't much of a reader. Sure he liked books, but his chest hurt and he was just unable to focus enough to follow a story.

"You should be asleep right now." Christopher mumbled as he continued filling out his daily charts on the inmates he'd seen that day. Tommy probably would have been asleep if he didn't have to pee so badly and wasn't worried about Christopher not getting another night of sleep.

When he didn't reply for several minutes, Christopher finished off the sheet he was working on, set it aside in his outgoing basket, then turned to meet his eyes. You look so much more tired than I feel, Tommy thought immediately.

"Are you going to let me put that catheter in yet, or are you going to piss yourself because you're too damn proud to have it?" He asked with a raised eyebrow.

He was generally a proud person, and that was one reason, but the main one was that it was Christopher. He'd been crushing on the darn guy for so long. He didn't want his first glimpse of him half naked to be for such an embarrassing thing. He remained silent for another minute before Christopher's narrowing eyes forced him to respond. "I can't." His voice cracked with the two words as he turned his head away from Christopher.

When it felt like at least half an hour had passed, though he doubted it had been more than a few minutes, he heard Christopher return to his work. Tommy tried to ignore his body's need to relieve itself, but as soon as he heard Christopher finally stand from his desk, he couldn't keep his head from turning toward him.

His breath hitched when he noticed that Christopher was standing only a few feet away, staring at him as if he were contemplating something important. Please. Tommy begged with his eyes.

He thought the man would just ignore him again, or worse, try to put in the catheter anyways. Technically, Christopher could get him in a lot of trouble for refusing his orders, especially because they were perfectly plausible to the situation. What Christopher did, however, was a surprise Tommy didn't expect.

Christopher slid his long white doctor's coat off and let it drop onto the back of an exam table before striding over to him and leaning over, unlocking the cuff that kept Tommy in bed. Dropping the open cuffs to the blanket, he glared down at Tommy, making him shrink back slightly in his mind. He couldn't really perform the gesture without hurting his injury, but the look Christopher was giving him as he removed the fluid needle from his hand and the heart monitor patch, then gently slid his arms beneath Tommy's body, worried him.

"If you so much as cringe, I will shove a catheter so far up your penis that you'll be able to feel it in your stomach."

Tommy gulped, unsure if he shouldn't just let himself accept the catheter before it gets shoved somewhere he really didn't want it. Suddenly he was being lifted, and damn if it didn't hurt like hell. He bit his tongue, hard, trying not to make a sound that would tip the man off as he carried him toward the small bathroom Tommy had begged for earlier.

After he managed to push the pain back enough to breathe normally, Tommy realized that he was seriously being carried in Christopher's arms. Christopher! Even though it hurt, his heart thrummed hard against his injured chest. If he wasn't so hurt, he'd have had trouble keeping himself from nuzzling against the man. Sure, he was a dominant more often than not, especially in the last several weeks, but he couldn't seem to get over the guy.

"I want you to hold onto my shoulder and lean your back against the toilet," Christopher said as he carefully set him down on the open seat.

Tommy nearly squeezed his legs together when he was seated, feeling his need to relieve himself go crazy now that he was on a toilet. He did as told, however, as hard as it was think beyond needing to pee. He lifted his right arm, the one that wouldn't cause him to scream like a little child because it flexed his injured muscles, and set it on Christopher's shoulder. As he did that, Christopher reached behind him and Tommy could hear him slipping on two plastic gloves.

He should have felt awkward when Christopher began working his pants off after kneeling down slightly, but even in his khaki pants and his normal black shirt that stretched over his chest perfectly, Tommy could still tell that he was all business. He's an amazing doctor and he's on the clock. Of course he's going to focus on doing what he has to do and not that I'm gay and like him. Well, he wasn't sure if he actually did know that last part. Tommy had been more than a little bit out of it until a few hours ago and Christopher didn't exactly gossip about what he's heard.

"Okay, I've got you. Take care of what you need to." Christopher said, pulling Tommy out of his thoughts. Noticing that Christopher was holding his shoulders and looking to the side, out into infirmary, Tommy quickly to his chance. He sighed with contentment as he felt his body finally relax. "Thank you so much." He whispered, his voice lowering to a whisper toward the end. It just felt so good to not have to go anymore.

When he'd finished and wiped, then cleaned his hands with a disinfectant napkin, he allowed Christopher to help him tug his pants up after the man flushed the toilet. He had previously wanted to put him in scrubs, but Tommy had managed to win the argument that his work pants were already pretty loose, unlike jeans. When he was back in Christopher's arms, after the man had discarded his gloves, Tommy realized that he no longer had a distraction to keep his mind from wandering to the fact that he was being held again.

"Tommy? Answer my question." Christopher said, his tone dropping slightly to signal that he didn't like being ignored.

Tommy licked his drying lips and frowned up at the man as he stared down at him. "Sorry, I... can you repeat what you asked?"

Christopher pursed his lips but restated his question about what Tommy wanted for dinner. Tommy honestly wasn't that hungry, and hadn't been since he'd gotten injured, but because he turned down food earlier, he knew that he had to eat something or risk the man's wrath. He thought about just asking for a small salad or something simple, like some applesauce, but when Christopher laid him back down on his bed and hooked his heart monitor and IV drip back up, his eyes completely focused on his work but also checking every few seconds to make sure that he wasn't hurting him, Tommy forced his unsettled stomach back from his mind and replied. "Whatever you'd like to get me is fine."

He almost added Master after his sentence, but caught himself right before it could slip past his lips. Christopher eyed him for a moment before giving a slow nod. "Don't stay awake for me if I don't return quickly. I sometimes get pulled aside to deal with random crap."

Tommy gave a faint smile and nodded, a yawn quickly following the gesture. He thought Christopher would just head out, so he decided to rest his eyes. He wasn't sure if he could fall asleep just yet, as he'd dozed off and on all day, but when he felt eyes on hm, he knew that he wouldn't be able to sleep. Why isn't he leaving?  He wondered. Tommy was just about to peek open one eye to see what Christopher was doing, when he felt the back of the man's fingers gently press against his right cheek. Without even thinking, Tommy's lips parted on a quiet breath and his tense body, which he hadn't even noticed was so tightly coiled with stress and pain, unwound into the blanket beneath him.

So nice. Please...

Christopher's hand pulled away abruptly, making Tommy realize that he'd said his thoughts out loud. His face warmed with embarrassment, but when Christopher's hand returned to softly brush along his bangs, he couldn't help but try to lean into the man's touch.

"Get some sleep." Christopher finally said as his hand disappeared and Tommy heard the man walking away.

He wanted to call out to him. To tell him that he wanted him to rest, and preferably in his bed, with him, but he knew that it wasn't the time. Hell, it probably would never be the time. Instead of dwelling on his negative thoughts, though, Tommy felt his lips turn up as he felt the ghost of the man's touch over and over against his flushed skin, until he drifted off to sleep.