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Trying to reassure him I said, “No need for hospital, I know it's not broken. I just need a cold compress and to figure out how to get to the couch.”

“How do you know it's not broken? Please let me take you to see a doctor.” Alex asked, worry etched in his voice.

“It was broken before and it doesn't feel like that now. I promise I will be fine."

I really wanted to unbox and set up this bean bag. Then I was going to make dinner before you guys came upstairs. You guys must be starving, please don’t be mad. If I can just wait a few minutes maybe it will get better and I promise I'll make food fast.” I felt like a failure. I am useless, Kyle wasn't wrong. I tried to do something nice and fucked it all up cause I was not strong enough to win against a stupid bean bag.

Alex leaned in, locked his eyes with mine and kissed me gently on the lips. “You are not gonna move a finger, I will take care of you. We will order from ‘Nico’s’ and everything will be fine. We need to work on you apologizing all the time. You are not here to serve anybody, do you hear me? We are The Crew, a team. Ok?” I started sniffling, how mortifying. Oh my God! He is so stinkin’ nice. “Now. I am going to set you up on the couch in your little reading nook and we are going to take care of everything. Is that right guys?” Did I forget that they were there? Yes… yes I did. And it just dawned on me that they just witnessed us kiss. Was Alex aware of this and will he freak out? Maybe he came out to them. Shit!

“Come on Pup. I got you.” He scooped me in his arms, bridal style as if I weighed nothing, brought me over to my reading corner and set me down slowly.

“What do you need us to do Sam, what is this giant bean bag for?” Matt asked, circling around it and suddenly stopped walking, “I never heard of the ‘Make’ brand, this looks comfortable.”

Alex and I look at each other and burst out laughing. “Erm… we bought it for you and Jake for movie nights. The ‘Make’ are your guys’ names, just mashed together.” Matt pushed his glasses up his nose; which I noticed was his nervous tic. Then his expression turned sad for a split second, and he schooled it back before anyone else could have noticed. But I did.

“Oh dude that's sick! How thoughtful of you! Matt, we got our own personalized seat at Sam and Alex’s house now. Movie nights just got upgraded! Fuck yeah!” Oblivious to Matt's reaction Jake jumps on to it and sinks in like he got swallowed by a cloud, “Matt, come try it out. It’s so soft and big we can both fit easily.”

“You should move it first, closer to the sofa and angle it so everyone can see the TV well.” I blurted out trying to save Matt.

Alex was back bringing me the cold gel pack, as I reached out to grab it he pushed my hand away, “No, I will do it. I said I got you. You just sit back and relax. I will get you some pain killers. Matt, can you order food and Jake move the bean bag in place?”

The guys got to their tasks, while Alex was treating my ankle like it's a ticking time bomb. Apart from my parents and Baka, nobody had ever been gentle with me or taken care of me. This would take some time to get used to, but I liked it… a lot.

The food arrived and the guys set everything up on the coffee table then Matt and Jake got comfortable on their new love seat. Alex sat beside me, after making me a foot rest on the couch; from the few cushions we have on the sofa.

He settled behind me and got me to lean on him, like we started doing over the past week or so, minus the weird angle I had to keep my leg at. They let me pick a movie out of pity and I wasn’t going to complain, since all we watched were action movies lately. I chose the popular, very spicy MM hockey romance TV show. They just think it’s a sports series. I couldn't wait to see if they let me keep it on, once the first sex scene starts.

CHAPTER 38

ALEX

This definitely wasn't a sports show. I mean they were hockey players, but they were playing with each other… sticks, more than they were on the ice. Matt and Jake were cozied up on the bean bag, and both of them were snoring loudly.

They have been asleep since episode one. They missed all the sex scenes; in the three episodes, Sam and I watched in total silence. He was sitting shoulder-to-shoulder with me, and his leg was now propped on the coffee table. His proximity, the warmth of his body and his scent combined, with the hot as hell sex scenes on the TV, were making me hard as fuck. When did I become such a desperate horndog?

Considering I never wore boxers under my sweats, there was no way for me to hide my raging erection, so I was desperately trying to cover myself with my hands crossed in my lap. I was fidgeting because I was uncomfortable and my Dick was throbbing, so I tried to adjust myself without him noticing. But he shifted closer to me tilting his head to look at me.

“Are you ok Alex?” he whispered, so close to me that I felt his breath on my cheek.

“Em… Yeah, sorry. I…” I grabbed the cushion in an attempt to save my dignity, but I was too late.

“Oh.” he looked down into my lap, and I realized the head of my cock was peeping from above the waistband of my sweats. God damn it! What will he think of me now? I was shirtless so there was nothing to pull over it. Fuck! Scrambling to tuck myself in, completely mortified when he suddenly gripped my hand, stopping me from hiding my shame.

“Wait!” he whispered, trying not to wake the guys up. Holding on to my hand he looked up at me. His breathing was matching my erratic one, with my heart hammering in my chest.

“Can I… touch you? Please?” He looked away quickly, making sure Matt and Jake were still asleep, then looked right back at me.

Sam was initiating intimacy and it was making me so happy, but also so fucking worked up because it was hot as fuck. I always hated being in control in bed. Thinking that’s what I had to do as a man, but it never felt right.

“You never have to ask Pup. I always want your hands on me, in any shape or form.” I rasped out, fighting for my life.

Letting go of my hand, he dragged my pants down enough to release my cock, needy and pathetically hard. His skin on mine, sent a rush of heat through me and my breath caught. We never broke our intense eye contact, which made it feel so much more intimate. I had never experienced something like this, in the thirty years of my life.

Wrapping his fingers around my shaft, he crashed his lips into mine. I went stupid. Man… Nothing around us existed, I was trying to stay aware of the noises I was making, and the fact we weren't alone. But It was getting harder with each slow stroke of his dainty hand over my cock. I was losing the fight.

My cock was leaking precum so much it basically served as a lube. His hand was now gliding easier, and the feeling of it was making my eyes roll in the back of my head. Grabbing both sides of his face in my hands, I sucked his tongue into my mouth, pulling him closer to me but being gentle still, because of his injured foot.

He was panting into my mouth and I was unable to stop my hips from moving, pushing my dick into his grip. I couldn’t help myself. I stopped the kiss and his movement on my cock.