His little complication 18+ ddlb

Chapter 5

LUKE

Jack collapsed on the bed as soon as we reached the motel room. He was still breathing, though. I checked his pulse just to be sure.

I was supposed to bring him to the hospital but he told me, with what little strength he had left, not to do that.

I thought about calling the police, but his hesitance to seek medical help got me thinking. What if he didn’t want to go to the hospital because he was involved with something illegal? Informing the cops would just be tantamount to ratting him out then.

I asked him where he lived, but by that time, he was already slipping in and out of consciousness. I could no longer get a coherent answer from him.

And so I decided to bring him here. The details about our journey to this place are both ugly and unimportant right now. They involved frantic attempts to cover up his wounds and bruises and his face with my coat, a mistrusting Uber driver who seemed like he was about to call 9-11 throughout the ride, and the registration lady down at the lobby who thought we were lovers and that I was a some kind of sicko who got Jack drunk just to bring him to this seedy place.

But we’re here now. Jack was lying on the bed. He was safe from whatever danger he previously encountered. He’ll have time to recuperate. And I’ll have the chance to tend to his wounds and his other injuries.

I began to unbutton the Hawaiian shirt he was wearing (who the hell wears a Hawaiian shirt in Hampshire?). There were bruises and gashes all over his body. His blood was smearing the sheets. I’d have to pay an extra ten bucks tomorrow but I’d worry about that in the morning.

I have already readied a wet towel. I began to clean him up. Some of the blood has already dried up and it took me quite some time to scrape it off his skin. Often, I’d hit an open wound underneath the parched smudge. He’d wince for a bit before blacking out once again.

I ran the towel across his chest. It was even more expansive than I thought it was. It was almost twice as wide as mine. Once that area was clean, I grazed it with my palm. I knew it was hard. It was all muscles after all. But feeling how robust it really was made me gasp with animated awe.

I shook my head in a desperate attempt to rid myself of whatever vile thoughts I was incomprehensibly entertaining. Jack’s a guy, for God’s sake. A guy! A dude! A man! If he was some girl, taking advantage of his unfortunate stupor would still be wrong. But he’s not a girl. He’s a guy, like me! And that made this entire situation ridiculous! My hand’s motions, these f*****g thoughts, this damn discomfort that was quickly taking over my midsection... they’re not right! They shouldn’t even be happening!

It took me thirty minutes or so to tidy up his upper body. I thought I was done. I wished I was done. But I knew I had to check out his lower limbs. He did have a hard time when he tried to walk earlier. Severe harm may have been inflicted on his legs. I had no way of being certain unless I removed his jeans and searched for injuries.

Remove his jeans...

My hands began to quaver as they hovered over the buttons of his pants. I couldn’t understand what, exactly, I was feeling. The whirlpool that swirled in my gut seemed to be of manifestation of extreme anxiety... or profuse thrill. The lump that formed in my throat could very well be caused by the grave discomfiture of having to undress another man... or it could also be sheer excitement. The tingling sensation I felt on every inch of my skin could possibly be my reaction to the bizarreness of the situation... or it could be stimulation of the carnal variety.

Oh s**t.

I knew I shouldn’t do it, but I had no choice. His life might be at stake.

And so, I unfastened the toggles of his fly. I did it as quickly as I could. It didn’t want any unwanted thoughts to fester if things proceeded slowly. Acting on instinct, I hurriedly pulled down his pants until he was only wearing his underwear...

Or what I thought was his underwear.

I had to blink a few times to verify that my eyes weren’t deceiving me.

Jack...

He wasn’t wearing some kind of briefs or boxers...

No.

He was wearing something else.

Something that was initially unfamiliar.

Something that caused my heart to stop beating as soon as I realized what it was.

I held my hand over my mouth, my eyes as wide as twin suns, as I looked at it in shock.

Jack was wearing a diaper.

Why the f**k was he wearing a diaper?!

Was it because of some medical reason? Incontinence, maybe? A recent surgery? A bad case of diarrhea?

Or were his usual undergarments still wet and he had nothing else to wear?

Or, perhaps, wearing nappies was some kind of ritual for him... like a good luck charm... or maybe a consequence for a sophomoric bet he lost... or maybe it was a requirement for some weird religion I didn’t know about...

I tried to convince myself that the reason must be something simple, practical, and realistic.

I had to move on from the shock of seeing him in one of those so that I could tend to his injuries.

I cleared my throat and approached him once more. I scanned his thighs. They were huge... long and thick and just as ripped as the rest of his strapping body. I saw some lacerations on his left leg, but they weren’t as serious as the abrasions on his torso. Closing those wounds was easier than ministering the previous ones.

Once I was done, I sat at the edge of the bed and observed him. He was still knocked out, grunting and groaning from time to time as if he was letting out some pain he might’ve been experiencing. I caressed his arm every time he winced. That was enough to calm him down and retreat back to a peaceful slumber.

I checked my watch. It was already twenty minutes past one. I had work at eight. I thought about leaving him here at the motel, with a note explaining what happened (just in case he would still be dopey come the morning).

Eventually, I decided to stay with him. He might’ve suffered a contusion, and if he did, he’d only wake up confused and terrified and possibly be a danger to himself.

I lied down on the bed with him, though he was at the other side of the bunker a foot or two away from me. I rested on my side, looking towards him. That gave me the chance to study his face. He had untidy black hair, thick and shiny. His eyes, though closed right then, were of mesmerizingly blue when I saw them earlier. His features were tough and distinct - dark eyebrows that seemed like they were perpetually sloped downwards to convey a serious expression that was often belied by the gentle smile I remembered from the night before, a jawline that looked like it was molded from granite, a nose angled to perfection, and lips so red that they appeared like they were ripe for kissing.

Kissing.

Why the hell would I even be thinking about that?!

Before I could come up with some excuse that would explain that stupid thought, Jack suddenly began to twist and turn in bed. His motions were quick and savage. He was moaning and mumbling some words I couldn’t understand.

I started to panic.

I swiftly crawled towards him and held him down, fearing that he was suffering a seizure.

“Jack? Wake up, man!” I ordered him, hoping that he’d hear me, hoping that he’d snap out of whatever trance was gripping him.

He just kept wriggling and swiveling. He was too strong. I couldn’t keep him in place. Still, I tried.

“Hey!” I yelled at him. “Wake up!”

“K-Keep them away...” he muttered with fear, the first intelligible words I’ve heard from him since he fell asleep.

“Keep who away?” I wanted to know, though at that point I knew he was most probably having a nightmare.

“It... It hurts... it hurts so much...” he murmured. His violent gestures mellowed down as he curled his body into a ball. His moans, however, turned into whimpers of anguish as tears dribbled down his cheeks.

He was crying.

It may have been instinct. It may have been something else. At that moment, though, I didn’t have the time to process what it was. All I knew was that I had to give him comfort.

So I embraced him from behind.

“Hey, hush now, Jack,” I whispered near his ear. “It’s okay. Everything’s okay. You’re safe here. You’ll be alright.”

His sobs softened into snuffles. Whatever I was doing seemed to have been working.

I caressed his messy hair to calm him down even more. “Relax, man... no one else is here except me. We’re good. We’re okay.”

“Please... Please don’t... don’t leave me...” he struggled to say as he was still slightly weeping.

“Yeah. I won’t. I’ll stay with you,” I assured him.

“Please... don’t... don’t leave me...” he repeated, his voice drowned by another round of sobs.

“Jack, I won’t leave you, man. I promise.”

“Stay... Stay with me... please...”

“Yes. Yes, I will.”

“I... I love you...”

Huh?

What the f**k?!

“You’re wasted, man,” I explained to him. “They beat you up really bad. You don’t know what you’re sayi-”

“I love you,” he repeated once more before I could even finish. “I love you... daddy...”

Holy s**t!