“Another reward?”
“You deserve it. Go to sleep.”
* * * *
Two weeks had passed since the casts came off. The blowjobs had continued; Marc gave Jarrett one almost every day and only asked for handjobs in return—a good thing as Jarrett wasn’t sure how they’d get into any kind of position for him to return the favor, aside from Marc straddling his chest maybe. Jarrett didn’t fancy taking such a submissive position, especially not with someone he still had to remind himself was the enemy—Earther. Oppressor. Imperialist. Occupier.
It felt absurd to think of Marc that way, though, when he cooked Jarrett’s meals, bathed him, cared for him. And sucked him off regularly.
He lied to Marc, though. Every day they did exercises, Jarrett taking a few more steps on his crutches or going through reps
