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The Nurse and the Patient, Part 6
Jonathan opened his eyes the next morning and looked around. Suddenly he remembered where he was. He had spent the night in Lance's bed. He turned his head and looked over toward his sleeping patient. His eyes were closed, and his face held a peaceful look. He showed no sign of pain as he lay next to Jonathan.
Jonathan remained still for a time. He was afraid if he moved he would wake Lance, and he wanted him to sleep as long as possible. He finally sat up in bed and stood quietly to his feet and walked out of the room.
He started his coffee and then went to his room to dress. When he returned, he poured himself a cup and sat down at the kitchen table. He took a sip of the hot liquid, and he thought about what had happened. Had something actually happened between him and Lance? Nothing physically had, he knew, but what was taking place other ways? He thought about Lance and wondered if his patient was getting caught up in a wave of gratitude. He knew it happened lots of times, especially when a patient depended on somebody the way Lance depended on him. The more Jonathan thought about it, he didn't think he wanted Lance's gratitude. However, he wasn't certain what he did want.
He drained his coffee cup and went to check on his patient. When he came into the bedroom, he discovered Lance was awake. He walked over and stood beside the bed.
"Morning," he greeted.
"How long you been up?" Lance asked.
"Long enough to get dressed and make coffee," Jonathan answered. "You ready for a cup?"
Lance gave a nod. "More than ready," he said.
Jonathan took the urinal over and handed it to Lance. "I'm sure you're ready for this. I'll go after your coffee while you take care of business."
Jonathan soon returned with two cups of steaming hot coffee. He handed one to Lance and took a seat. "How did you sleep last night?"
"Good. It made a big difference with you being in the room with me."
Jonathan laughed. "Yeah, I was in the room with you all right."
Lance looked over at Jonathan and said, "Thanks."
Jonathan took a sip from his cup and said, "For what?"
"I just needed to have you close."
There was silence between them for a time. Finally Lance said, "Were you comfortable sleeping here next to me, Jonathan?"
Jonathan eyed Lance over his coffee cup. He said, "It took me a while to relax, but once I did, I went right to sleep."
"You must have waked up pretty early."
"Wasn't all that early," Jonathan laughed. He looked at his watch. "You were sleeping so peacefully I didn't want to wake you. Are you ready for breakfast?"
At Lance's nod, Jonathan stood to his feet and went to prepare their breakfast. "I'll come get you when it's ready," he called over his shoulder.
Later, the meal finished, Jonathan straightened the kitchen up and joined Lance in the den.
"Are you ready for your bath?" he asked.
"Not just yet. Can we just sit and talk?"
Jonathan took a seat on one end of the couch. "Sure, what you want to talk about?"
"How about you?"
Jonathan was surprised. "Me?" he asked.
"Yeah, you," Lance said.
"What about me?"
"Well, you know quite a bit about me, and I know nothing at all about you."
"Not much to tell," Jonathan said. "My life's an open book, and a pretty damned boring one at that."
"Let's start with your job. How long have you been a nurse?"
"Going on eight years," Jonathan told him.
"You mentioned your mother earlier. Does she live here in the city?"
Jonathan nodded. "She does. For some reason she thinks I still need her to take care of me, so she won't move away."
Lance smiled. "That could be a good thing."
"Or a bad thing, depending on how you look at it," Jonathan added.
"At least she loves you and accepts you for who you are," Lance reminded.
"That she does," Jonathan agreed.
Jonathan thought about his mother, and his lips formed into a smile. "She can be a pain in the ass at times, but I guess that's her job. That's what she tells me at least."
"You said she has always known you were gay?"
Jonathan nodded. "That's what she told me. I guess mothers just have a way of knowing."
"I'm not sure mine ever knew," Lance remarked.
"I didn't know your mother, Lance, but I'd be willing to bet she had a pretty good idea. That's just how mothers are."
"It would have broken her heart."
"Maybe, maybe not," Jonathan said. "It's hard to say now that she's gone. However, you might try giving her the benefit of doubt at least."
"Do you have any brothers or sisters?"
"Nope, just me," he said. "I guess perhaps that's why I'm as close to my mother as I am. She's all I have."
Some time later Jonathan looked at the clock on the wall, and he was surprised to find that a good two hours had passed while they sat there talking and telling each other things from their past.
Jonathan stood to his feet. "It's time to get your bath," he told Lance. "After all, I don't want you not even dressed should you have company."
"Yeah, I have so fucking many visitors, don't I?"
"Maybe we should change that," Jonathan said as he began rolling his patient down the hall.
"If you're thinking of inviting my old man to dinner some evening you can just forget that," he said.
"Wouldn't think of it," Jonathan laughed.
He helped Lance back into bed and went to get the things he needed for his patient's bath. He soon returned with the pan of water and towel. As he handed a wet rag to Lance, he asked, "You want me to pull your shirt off?"
"You just want to see my chest, I know how you are."
"Yeah, right," Jonathan grinned. "In your dreams," he added.
Lance raised his arms, and Jonathan removed his shirt. As he gave it a toss across the room, Lance suddenly reached out and pulled Jonathan to him.
"Hey, what are you doing?" Jonathan asked.
He tried to pull away, but Lance held him tightly, the hair on Lance's chest tickling his nose.
Jonathan managed to pull away. "What are you thinking about?"
"You," Lance answered quietly.
"Well, you should be thinking about your bath," Jonathan reminded him.
"That's no fun. I would much rather think about you."
"There's nothing to think about."
"What the fuck are you scared of, Jonathan?"
"Nothing," Jonathan said. "I'm just a nurse trying to take care of his patient."
Lance's hand had been resting on Jonathan's chest. He moved it away, letting it fall to his side. "Just my nurse, Jonathan?" he asked quietly.
Jonathan swore silently calling himself an asshole. Why was he being such a prick, he wondered? He looked down at Lance and ached from wanting to hold him, to tell him how he really felt.
"Jonathan, have you ever been in love?" Lance asked.
Jonathan looked at Lance. "Once," he answered.
"Did you get hurt?"
Jonathan shook his head. No, Lance, you haven't hurt me, he thought to himself.
"Then why are you afraid now?"
Jonathan said, "Because."
When he didn't continue, Lance asked, "Because why?"
Jonathan suddenly burst into tears. He couldn't keep the tears from flowing down his cheeks. He felt Lance reach for him.
"Jonathan, I would never hurt you," he said tenderly. "I love you."
The tears flowed even heavier down his face, leaving a wet trail along his cheeks. "How?" he asked.
"How can I love you? I don't know how, I just know I do," Lance whispered.
Jonathan pulled away. "This is not supposed to happen," he said. "A patient doesn't fall in love with his nurse."
Lance smiled and said, "Well no one told the patient." Lance reached up and brushed the tears from Jonathan's cheeks. "Does the nurse think that in time he could love the patient?"
Jonathan smiled and covered Lance's hand with his own. "I don't think time would change anything," he said.
"Oh, Jonathan, couldn't you at least try and love me?"
"Lance, can't you see that I do love you? I've loved you from the beginning."
Jonathan leaned over and kissed Lance on the mouth. At first the kiss was gentle and full of tenderness. The longer they kissed, however, the tenderness turned into passion, and suddenly it was as if they could not be close enough, touching and feeling each other.
Jonathan broke the kiss and pulled away. "Wait," he said.
"What's wrong?"
"I'm not sure this should be happening. "Not just yet," he added when he saw the look on Lance's face.
Lance looked down at his legs. Then grinning he said, "It's not like I'm going to fuck your brains out, so what's going to happen if we share a kiss?"
"Maybe it's me I don't trust," Jonathan said.
"I would trust you with my life," Lance said. "My God, I have trusted you," he added quietly.
"I know you have."
Jonathan saw the look Lance gave him, and he knew then without a doubt he wanted to spend the rest of his life making this man happy.
"Jonathan?"
"What?"
"I love you."
"I love you, too, Lance."
"Even though you think it's unorthodox for it to happen?"
When Jonathan didn't answer, Lance said. "I want us to have sex."
Jonathan started to speak, but Lance silenced him. He said, "Oh, I know, we can't have sex just yet. And, I want you to know that I'm glad."
Jonathan was surprised. "Glad?" he repeated.
Lance nodded. "Because I want it to be special when it happens," he said.
Jonathan leaned over and kissed Lance lightly on the mouth. "You are special," he told him.
"So, does this mean you will sleep with me again tonight?" Lance asked a grin on his face.
"That's what this is all about. I see how you are."
"Now you know," Lance teased. "Does this mean you'll shuck the boxers?"
"Guess you will just have to wait and see. Now, don't you think it's about time we cleaned you up?"
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It was an unusual day for both Jonathan and Lance. What had started out to be just a normal day in the life they shared as nurse and patient had changed drastically. Emotions had run high, and feelings had surfaced between them, feelings that until today, neither one would admit they had.
Jonathan did his best to stay focused on what was best for his patient, and in general, keep things running as smoothly as they ever had since his arrival in the house. Somehow he managed to do laundry, prepare meals and see that Lance was taken care of.
Later in the evening, after making sure Lance had everything he needed, he returned to his room to take a shower.
"You are coming back?" Lance reminded him.
Jonathan nodded. "I'll be back," he said.
Jonathan went to his room. Before he could start his shower, his cell phone rang. He picked it up and saw his mother's telephone number on the screen.
"Hey, Mom," he greeted.
"Are you okay?" his mother asked.
"I'm fine, Mom," he answered. "Why would you think different?"
"I couldn't get you off my mind," she said. "Are you certain everything is okay?"
"Yes, Mom," he said.
"Don't use that tone with me, Young Man," she scolded.
"Yes, Dear," he grinned into the telephone.
"Lose the attitude," she ordered.
"There are times when you are a pain in the ass," he told her.
"That's my job," she pointed out.
"Yeah, whatever you say."
"Is Mr. Rich treating you okay?"
"Mr. Rich? Oh, you mean, Lance?"
"Oh, so now it's `Lance', is it?"
"You're point is?"
"Don't get smart with me, I'm your mother."
"How can I ever forget?"
"So, does he think he's better than you?"
"Maybe you should meet him sometime, Mom," Jonathan told her.
"Why the hell should I want to do that?"
"No reason just thought you might enjoy meeting him. That way you can judge for yourself."
"Oh, my God, you're falling for him."
"Now, Mom, why would you say that?" he asked.
"You tell me."
"You seem to have all the answers," Jonathan pointed out.
"You love him."
Jonathan was silent for a moment. Finally he said, "Would that be a problem for you, Mom?"
"Haven't I always wanted for you to be happy?" she asked.
"You have."
"Are you? Happy, I mean?"
"I am, Mom."
"Are you really? I seem to hear doubt in your voice."
"It's all so new, Mom. I am happy, I promise you that."
"He had better be good to you."
"I'm a big boy, Mom. I can take care of myself."
"I doubt that."
"Now, Mom, you know you have faith in me."
"It's not you I'm worried about," she reminded him.
"You want to meet him? Perhaps that will make you feel better."
"Just promise me something, Jon, okay?"
"If I can, Mom," he said.
"Just take things slow. Like I told you, I have all the faith in the world in you."
"I promise Mom. I'll also talk it over with Lance, and we'll have you over soon for dinner."
"I love you, Jon."
"Love you, too, Mom. Goodnight."
Jonathan jumped in the shower and scrubbed the day's happenings from his body. The hot water felt good to him and his muscles gradually relaxed under the hot steamy water.
His shower over, he pulled on his boxers and went back through the house, turning the lights off as he made his way down the hall to Lance's room. It had been not only a day full of emotion, but a busy day as well, and he was more than ready to relax and maybe watch a little television before going to sleep.
He came in the room and stopped just inside the door. "What the hell?" he asked.
Lance was in bed his head propped up with two pillows, and had a wide grin on his face.
"What?" he asked.
"Did you get so warm you had to take your shirt off?"
"I just thought I would be comfortable," he said. "I see you're still in those boxers."
Jonathan nodded. "I told you, this is what I sleep in."
"No, you said you usually sleep nude," he reminded.
Jonathan walked over to the side of the bed. "In your dreams," he replied.
"Oh, you've already been in my dreams, I can assure you of that."
"Good, then the boxers will work. Do you need anything before I crawl into bed?"
"Nope, just you," Lance told him.
"Are you sure? I don't get up after going to bed," Jonathan warned him.
Lance patted the bed. "Come," he ordered.
"I don't think I should get in bed with a naked man," Jonathan pointed out.
"I'm not naked. See, I'm wearing two soft casts." He touched them with his hands. "Not naked at all," he added.
Jonathan walked around and sat on the bed next to Lance. "Yeah, whatever," he said.
"You use to object when I used that word," Lance reminded him.
As Jonathan lay down in the bed, he felt Lance's hand rest on his chest.
"You mind if I touch you?"
"Not at all," he answered.
"You sure you don't want to lose those boxers?"
"I'm fine," Jonathan shook his head.
"I'll have to work on that." Saying that, Lance slowly moved his hand downward, his fingers stopping at the waist band of Jonathan's shorts.
"Hey, watch it," Jonathan warned.
"I'd love to watch it, but someone won't let me. I'd love to hold you."
"I thought you were," Jonathan said.
Lance moved his hand on down, stopping when he came to the center of Jonathan's boxers. "I mean hold you," he said with emphasis.
Jonathan couldn't help it. His cock gave a twitch inside his shorts.
"Somebody else likes the idea," he said.
"He doesn't have a vote," Jonathan said. "He doesn't think straight sometimes."
Lance gave him a gentle squeeze, the material separating his fingers from Jonathan's cock. "He feels like he's straightening out pretty good to me."
Jonathan reached down and tried to pull Lance's hand away. "Stop it," he said.
Lance smiled at Jonathan, his hand searching the opening of his shorts. As his fingers slid inside and found what they were looking for, he asked, "Do you really want me to stop?"
Jonathan shuddered as he felt Lance wrap his fingers around his sudden hard on. "Do I think you should stop? Yes. Do I want you to stop? Hell, no, I don't want you to."
"I'm confused. Do I or don't I?"
Jonathan turned over and faced Lance. "I am confused. My head tells me one thing, and my heart tells me something else."
"You sure it's not your cock that's doing the talking?"
"A little of both," Jonathan admitted.
Lance gave a tug on Jonathan's cock. "Nothing little here," he said with a grin.
Jonathan looked down and discovered Lance's own cock, very hard and standing tall as it stood up surrounded by its thick cock forest. The dense blond hair surrounding it spread practically from one thigh to the other.
"You are one hairy guy," he said.
"You don't like it? I can shave if it bothers you."
"Hell, no, I love it," Jonathan hastened to assure him. "That's the one downside to my profession. It is so fucking hard to remain professional when I see a nice hairy cock. I noticed your dick from the very start."
"You certainly didn't show any signs of interest," Lance said.
"As I tried to point out to you several times, I was trying to maintain a professional attitude here."
"Thank God you failed," Lance grinned.
"I finally gave it up," Jonathan told him. "As a lost cause," he added.
Jonathan shivered. Lance had began to slowly stroke him as they lay there talking. For a moment he didn't move, but just laid there enjoying Lance's touch. Then he reached over and placed a hand at the base of Lance's thick cock, enjoying the feel of the thick blond curls against his fingers. As Lance continued stroking him, his own fingers started crawling up the hard hairy shaft he was holding.
"God, your cock feels so good," Lance breathed. "I've wanted to touch you for so long," he said.
"I have to admit, every time I saw you I wanted to reach down and wrap my fingers around your dick."
Lance began stroking Jonathan faster, his one hand moving up and down, each stroke driving him closer to the edge. With his other hand he gently began to tug on Jonathan's full balls. That sent him over the edge, and Jonathan suddenly moaned.
"I'm going to shoot," he warned.
Lance jacked him faster. He felt Jonathan's cock swell up between his fingers.
"I'm cuming," Jonathan screamed out.
Lance kept stroking Jonathan's cock until he had milked it dry of cum. When he had finished, he took his cum drenched fingers and wrapped them around his own cock. He started jacking his dick, using Jonathan's cum as slick lube.
"God, that's so hot jacking in your spunk," he moaned. "I'm going to shoot," he said.
As he spoke the words a thick rope of cum shot out of the tip of his cock and landed on his chest with a loud splat, followed by several more thick drops.
A moment later they both laid there, completely drained, neither one of them able to move.
Finally Lance said, "Shit that was awesome. This was the first time I've shot a load since my accident."
"It was a nice load."
"How about you, Jon, when was the last time you shot a load?"
"I think this is the third load for me since I've been here," Jonathan answered.
"No shit?"
"I've always enjoyed jacking off," Jonathan said. "Ever since I was twelve," he added with a grin.
"Me, too," Lance agreed.
They laid there for a while talking and enjoying the after math, even if all they had done was jack off. Sharing an orgasm had brought them even closer together.
Finally Jonathan went into the bathroom and came back with a towel. He cleaned Lance's chest, removing the cum from his thick matted chest hair. The damp curls pressed through his fingers as he worked to remove the sticky stuff.
He returned to bed and felt Lance place his hand on top his own.
"It's going to be a pleasure loving you, Jon," he said.
"You may change your mind when you see that I'm really an asshole at times," Jonathan told him.
"I can be one too," Lance said. "We'll just be two assholes together," he added. "Night, Jon."
Jonathan reached over and gave him a kiss. "Goodnight, Lance. I love you."
As Jonathan lay there, he listened as Lance went right to sleep. He began thinking about all that had happened between, them, and he started trying to piece things together. That was his plans; however, it felt so good, so right, to be next to Lance, that suddenly, without any warning, he, too, joined Lance in the land of dreams.