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“No matter what you do, what you say or where you are, you could never, would never let me down love.”
“They didn’t leave a whole lot for you babe.”
“More than I need.”
“No.” Connor shook his head. “They hurt me, I can’t even make love to you.” The normally calm voice cracked.
“Permanently?” Peter sat back and wiped the tears from his face.
“No, but it could take weeks and now this.” Doyle looked down at the blood on his legs and was aware of a fiery pain that strobbed through him.
“Connor, I have you back, nothing compares to that. All other hurts fade and so will these. In the next day or so we’ll go home and I intend to hold you against me until it stops hurting and then I’ll hold you some more.” Peter smiled and guided Connor under the warm water that surged over his body, removing the evidence of pain and despair as Connor traced his hands across the well defined pecs and smiled languidly.
“I love you.” Connor answered simply and listened to the steady heartbeat against his ear. Peter’s strong hands held him close, cherishing him and loving him to his very soul.
“Oh love.” Peter’s arms tightened as he began to card his hand through the short dark hair and rinse the blood away. “I have missed you.”
“You feel wonderful.” Connor murmured as his hands fondled the muscular frame pushed against his body.
“So do you.” Peter pulled the chin up and kissed the sensual mouth, his tongue seeking the arrogant entrance of a known lover and access was granted willingly as a low moan emanated from his throat. “I gotta stop love, while I can, I want you so much it hurts. Anton’s waiting and if I want to share a bed with you I’m going to have to let him patch you up.”
“Stay?”
“With you? Always.” Peter shut off the water and snagged a towel from the railing, quickly wrapping Connor securely in one and using another to dry him off. The head wound hadn’t started bleeding again and the lacerations on his knees looked clean.
“Beautiful.” Connor admired as he watched Peter dry him. “You are so beautiful.”
“Delirious, you are so delirious.” Peter teased.
~~~~****~~~~
Anton frowned as he inspected Connor’s knees; with steady hands he removed several shards of deeply imbedded glass and irrigated the wounds before applying antiseptic and suturing them closed. He wrapped a clean gauze bandage around the abused limbs conscious of Peter’s presence at his shoulder. Connor’s eyes never wavered he simply stared at the point over Anton’s right shoulder where Peter smiled, his arms crossed across his broad chest, still naked from the waist up.
“Good news.” Matt came into the bedroom with a couple of mugs of hot tea.
“And that would be?” Connor took one gratefully and sipped.
“Bob has organized transport for you guys tomorrow morning. Connor, there will be legal papers to sign.”
“What kind of legal papers?” Peter shot Connor a warning glance.
“Legal waiver.”
“Recants the opportunity of suing the government for what they did?” Peter stilled in the room.
“Yes, only way I could spring Connor, besides the Government is prepared to make reparations which will be settled within thirty days. The terms of the agreement are binding.”
“You’ve read it?” Connor asked.
“I wrote it.” Matt smiled back.
“Great it could contain anything.” Peter rolled his eyes and Connor laughed. “You think that’s funny? Man I’ve had to work with that for two years.” Peter hitched his thumb in Matt’s direction.
“And I have to boot print on my arse to prove it.” Matt rubbed his butt theatrically and even Anton smiled.
“Connor, you need to get some rest, I’m reluctant to prescribe anything stronger than aspirin for the headache. However, you must tell me immediately if it worsens.”
“Anton, calm down, I know the drill.” Connor smiled tiredly.
“It’s good to have you back.” Anton patted the leg before him and drew the covers over Connor as he stood up.
“You want to take care of the legals babe?” Connor asked around a cavernous yawn.
“Sure. In the meantime, get some sleep I’ll be downstairs.” Peter leaned over the bed and kissed the sweet lips gently before brushing the dark hair back from the high forehead.
“Don’t take too long.” Connor smiled as he drifted into sleep.
“Promise”
~~~****~~~
Connor pulled himself up from sleep, a heavy lull that he was loath to lose, his headache was teasing him on the edge of consciousness and his knees throbbed, but there was more. Something that overcame the discomfiture of the moment, something that tickled him alert as he wriggled experimentally. Without turning he felt the warm weight that curled naked against his back, the long leg neatly tucked between his and resting against his balls. A large hand was settled on his hip and stroked gently bringing him awake with a smile. He sniffed and the scent of the man behind him filled his lungs and his heart, soft breath teased at the back of his neck and a strong arm wrapped underneath his head, giving the hand free range across his chest.
“Peter.” The sigh was a benediction to some higher force that Connor only now believed existed as he turned slightly, entwining the work roughened hands with his own.
Axon smiled against his back and licked his way along the shoulder, mindful of the wounds, his thick shaft rubbed slowly across Connor’s velvet buttocks already weeping with desire.
“Beautiful.” Peter murmured in the turned ear as he traced the side of Connor’s face with his lips, nuzzling across from the ear to cheek and down to the sweet lips that parted and smiled.
“Babe, I can’t.” Connor stammered slightly, hurt and disappointment in his voice.
“Yes you can.” Peter coaxed gently. “I talked to Anton, you’re clean love, no more bugs, no strange diseases. And I know how they hurt you.”
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