Last night
Last night Georgio surprised me. I've started messaging him again. Just to remind him that, even though a relationship is out of the picture, I'm still interested in him as a friend.
Anyway. Out of the blue he texts me to see if I have any vicodin, or anything like that. He has a terrible toothache and has been downing painkillers vainly trying to control the pain. I have never taken anything stronger than Aleve.
But he asks me for a favor; I say yes without a second thought, of course. He asks me to spend the night with him just to be safe (he's taken large amounts of analgesics and is afraid of overdosing, etc). Softy that I am I agree, and even though I should be working on a paper that I have to workshop tomorrow and have yet to start.
We head over to his place and he takes an 800 mg tablet of Ibuprofen and decides to get comfortable.
"I want to get comfortable do you mind if I'm in just my underwear and t-shirt? I don't want you to feel uncomfortable," he says, "normally I'd just run around naked."
"Don't worry about it." I say.
The tablet doesn't do much for his pain I think. But I don't want him to overdose so I advise him not to take anymore.
We put on a movie. He lays his head on a pillow on my lap but sometimes the pain is so strong he grabs on to me. He accidentally puts his hand on my crotch a few times but he apologizes. I tell him it's no big deal.
"It's not like watching someone writhe in pain is a turn on for me, no matter how pretty they are."
He laughs and tells me I'm stupid. I say, "yeah, I know."
"I look like crap, like a mess and six months pregnant." He says.
"You could have three brats running around and nine months pregnant and you would still be beautiful."
"You're so stupid."
"I know."
I can't stand to see anyone in pain, especially when I can't do anything about it. Despite the chilly November weather he gets warm and throws off his blanket exposing his strong bare legs. Of course I'm distracted by that but I try to keep under control the poor guy is in a lot of pain after all. So I keep smoothing his hair and trying to soothe him a little. Then he apologizes because he keeps popping out of his navy blue boxer briefs. Truth be told I hadn't noticed until he pointed it out and tried vainly to stuff his large member back into his briefs.
I say to him, "I've seem him a few times before he doesn't bother me."
Somehow in all this commotion the pillow on my lap falls off and his face is in my lap. Besides praying that he feels better I am praying that he won't notice the bulge in my pants. Then he lifts his head from my lap says excuse me; puts his hand down my pants and proceeds to adjust me and says "that was kind of in the way." and lays his head back down and watches TV! I'm flustered and blushing as much as I can. He sits up and surprises me with a kiss of intense passion.