I wake up in the middle of the night, having to pee. Silently groaning, I try to remove myself from under Dam’s body. Why the heck is he so fucking tall?! And his muscles are pretty nice too…

I can feel his warm body pressed up against mine, seemingly wanting to cuddle me to death. I sigh. As much as I enjoy having painless physical contact again, I really don’t want to wet the bed. Haven’t I had the same problem only a few days ago?

Damn, I really wonder what’s wrong with my life.

I gingerly nudge the surprisingly soft idiot abusing me as a pillow, trying to wake him.

Should it feel strange letting my crush see myself naked and utterly vulnerable? I wonder if I should feel ashamed, embarrassed that he can see… my nude body? Every imperfection on my skin? Okay, I really don’t understand why I should feel like that even though I read about it in so many stories and back then, it surprisingly seemed reasonable.

I hit the jerk sleeping like a stone harder, waking him only after multiple hits. Okay, maybe there’s something wrong with me but he’s certainly not in a better condition.

“What’s up?”, he asks groggily, softly caressing my tummy. I gulp. Why does he have to be so freaking cute? And sexy on top?

“I have to pee.”, I say, my voice cracking as he finds a more sensible spot.

He smirks at me, fingers running over the spot again. I glare at him animatedly, hitting him again, harder this time.

He huffs. “What was that for?”, he grumbles. “Didn’t you hear me? I have to pee, and I can’t walk.” “I think there should be a bedpan under the bed.” I swear, he’s the devil.

I finally bring him to help me, letting him carry me and handle everything else as well. I’ll make it up to him someday, that’s the least I can do.

When he was cleaning me in the shower after I went to the toilet (it didn’t really go as planned), I coughed when I saw the bulge forming in his pants.

Seems like he really is into guys. I ignored it, being the nice and attentive guy I was, until we lied in bed together. I gave him enough time to cool down, and now he turns away from me, not letting me cuddle him as I want to.

“If you don’t turn around right now I’ll tell Lassy you got hard from helping me shower.”, I say.

He stiffens immediately shrinking into the bed more. “I didn’t!”, he blurts out.

I move my hand towards his waist, brushing over him in the process. He moans deeply, loosing it for a moment, jerking into my hand.

I laugh, teasing him by keeping my hand where it is.

“That’s sexual harassment!”, he shouts.

I smirk. “You said you weren’t hard. In that case, I wouldn’t have touched you at all. And you seemed to like it as well.”, I say, teasing him with my hand a little more.

~~~

A few minutes later, he’s deeply asleep. I cleaned him up as good as possible with the shirt I got rid of in the process of our previous activities.

I chuckle, looking at his sleeping form. Well, that evolved quicker than planned, but I won’t complain.

I wonder what the doctor will think in the morning… I hope it’s not too obvious.

I sink back into him, reveling in the warmth he’s giving off.

How did I end up with a guy like him?

And since when does he have certain feelings towards me, which I’m sure he has. His behavior didn’t change too much since I first really spoke to him. I guess I have to ask him someday, but first I have to get out of the hospital.

Are we boyfriends now?