Sighing with relief at my agreement, Cap looked round the pub. But after a minute his brows pinched together and I asked, “what’s up?”

“There isn’t a chair that you can sit backwards on that has support for your chest.” Replied Cap in a frustrated tone.

“What if you use a bar stool and Stiffy leans against me? Would that work?” asked Miguel.

Relief flooded Cap’s face, “that’s a great idea Sonny. Hold on I’ll go get one.”

Lifting a high stool in front of me, Cap said, “Ah, are you going to be ok getting up onto it?”

“Of course.” I replied full of bravado, then two seconds later admitted, “no, I’m too shit.”

Laughing at me good naturedly, Miguel and Paul lifted me gently up onto the stool. Paul sat back down, and Miguel stood between my legs, supporting my weight against his chest.

Trying to not look too intimate, I put my hands on his hips, while he put his lightly on my thighs.

Eeee so good! His body feels amazing, I wonder if I can snuggle him without anyone noticing?

“You alright if I take off your shirt Stiffy?”

“Sure Cap.” I replied while smiling at him being such a gentleman to a pervert like me.

Lifting my shirt up, Cap smiled over my shoulder at Miguel who helped me lift the fabric off entirely.

Cap’s voice was soft and troubled when he said, “tell me if it hurts too much.”

“Is it really that bad?”

“You’re bruised from here,” Cap gently touched under my shoulder blade on my left, then poked just above my trousers, “to here right across your whole back.”

“Oh...” I gasped in pained surprise.

Gently Cap’s strong hands massaged my shoulders and down my sides, as he massaged my shoulder blades I gripped onto Miguel’s waist and whimpered quietly. His large hands that were resting on my thighs squeezed me comfortingly in reply.

Cap instantly stopped, “is it too much?”

“It’s not too much, just really tender.”

Humming with thought, Cap said, “I’m worried you’ve got more than a bruise, are you alright if I feel the bones to check them? I’m not going to lie, it will hurt.”

“I really don’t think it’s that bad, but if you think its a good idea, OK,” I replied then said to Miguel, “could you grab my gum shield please?”

Gently patting my thigh, Miguel grabbed my bag and dug out my bright green gum shield.

Clenching my jaw round the green plastic I said, “OK I’m ready, do your worst DD.”

Laughing Brad said, “you make me sound like a total sadist.”

My eyes met Miguel’s and we shared a knowing look.

“Not a total sadist.” Said Kevin from behind us.

“Yeah just mostly one.” Laughed Eric.

Cap’s hands were not sensual or suggestive as they moved precisely around my back; but fuck me did it arouse my masochistic side. Holding Miguel tighter and clenching my teeth I held still as pain flooded my mind.

Humming in thought again Cap said, “everything seems fine, just swollen and heavily bruised. Miguel, can you lift his arms up for me?”

“Sure, how high?”

“Put them over your shoulders. Jonathan lean against Miguel more, I need your back and shoulders relaxed.”

We did as bid and my heart raced, Miguel felt amazing against my body, my lips that were pushed wide with my gum shield were millimetres from his tanned neck and I wanted desperately to kiss it; when all of a sudden the pain in my back plummeted.

A far too sensual sigh for the situation left my lips and I slumped forwards completely on Miguel, “fuck that feels so much better.”

“You had a badly bunched muscle that was putting pressure on the rest and causing you pain.” Said Cap while gently rubbing my back, “I got it to relax for now, but be careful to not let it go too stiff again, do lots of stretches throughout your day and avoid overly strenuous activities.”

Supporting my weight, Miguel was hugging me fully, not even hiding his affection.

“Do you want a hand with your shirt?” Asked Cap.

“It’s alright DD, I’ll help him.” Answered Miguel straight away.

I could hear the smile in Cap’s voice as he said, “Thanks Sonny.”

Gently Miguel slid me off the bar stool and I very reluctantly stood on my own.

Cap took the stool back and sat down, leaving us alone.

I felt infinitely more moveable but still happily let Miguel pull my shirt over my head. Just like last time, his hand gently caressed my cheek as he put my head through the hole.

Damn it, I really want to kiss him, why can't we be alone right now?

I have no idea how long we stared into each others eyes before Will’s yell brought us back to our senses, “come on love birds, your drinks are getting warm.”

I was so dazed after the feel of his body, that I sat and tried to drink my pint without removing my gum shield.

Laughing at my foolishness, everyone got back to their conversations and pints; while Miguel took my hand again under the table.

That evening when it was time to say goodbye; I tried to find an excuse, any excuse, to be alone with Miguel, I wanted a goodnight kiss! But alas I found no reason and neither did he.

Sat on the train home, I got out my phone and sent Miguel a message.

Jonathan: thank you for looking after me this evening.

I was almost at my station when my phone dinged.

Miguel: it was my pleasure. I enjoyed all of your sexy sounds, I look forward to you making more in the future, from less serious wounds.

Eeee so good! He is saying what I think he is saying, right?

Jonathan: I’ll whimper for you any time, I’m free tomorrow evening if you are?

Is that to cavalier? I might not even be able to move tomorrow. Fuck it, I want to be with him!

*Send*

Miguel: wish I could, but I have a packed weekend.

That sucks! I want to see him!

Jonathan: OK, the offer is always open to you.

Miguel: my cute kitty is impatient, I’ll have to punish you if you can’t wait nicely.

Jonathan: I’m torn between my desires now.

Nope! *delete*

Jonathan: for now I’ll wait like a good kitty. I can’t stop yawning though, so I’m going to have to sleep. Other than the obvious, I really enjoyed tonight.

I started up my stairs and my phone dinged.

Miguel: I enjoyed tonight too, goodnight Jonathan.

Jonathan: goodnight Miguel.