Message in a Bottle

Chapter 7

POV BRIAN

The next thing I know, there's grey morning light outside the windows and I look over, and Justin is staring at me again. Fuck me. I don't comment, I just grab the cane and painfully rise from the bed to go relieve myself. I notice Justin must have removed the melted ice pack- my pillow's damp.

"Brian, don't hesitate to call for me if you need me, okay? It's no time for modesty," Justin says as I slowly cross the room.

"I'm not the modest type," I snap. "But I won't need your help." When I turn around after flushing, Justin's at the door, startling me. "What, into water works?" I growl. "I told you I'd be fine!"

"Fuck, you're grumpy in the morning! I just got here- I wasn't watching you! I was just thinking a bath might help you."

A bath does sound appealing for my back, which really stiffened up overnight.

"I can wrap your bandaged foot in the food bag from last night to make sure it doesn't get wet."

"You're a regular MacGyver, aren't you?" I mutter. Then I sigh. "Sure, a bath sounds good."

"Good. And good morning, cranky boy."

"Man. I'm a man," I correct him.

"Fine, then: good morning, cranky man of a mere 19 years." Justin grins. I roll my eyes and decide to let it drop- he's fucking 17, the twat. But I just woke up, my body hurts all over, I haven't had any coffee, and I don't have the inclination to verbally spar with this twink right now. And I can't help but notice how beautiful his smile is. I lower myself gingerly to sit on the lid of the toilet as he starts the water and then goes to get the plastic food bag from the Thai take-out the night before. He then tenderly holds my bandaged foot out and gently puts the bag around it. The baggy khaki shorts I had on yesterday (that I slept in- ugh) will easily slip over the bag. "I wonder how we should seal it to keep the water out..." he muses to himself.

"I have some large rubber bands in my bag," I tell him.

Sunshine looks at me quizzically. "You what? Why?"

I sigh. "There were kids near where grandfather lived in Ireland; they wanted to make sling shots to knock cans off a log. They were poor. Unbelievably, so poor they couldn't buy a bag of fucking rubber bands. So, it was easy for me to get. I think a few stray bands are in the bottom of my back pack. I'm not sure though- I mean, I tried to gather them all to leave with the kids, but the fucking bag of bands broke in my pack so they were everywhere. There's a good chance I missed a few."

Justin beams at me. "How cool of you to help those kids, Brian."

I roll my eyes as best I can with my swollen face. "It was on the condition that they only use it on cans- no birds or rabbits or other living things. It was an easy thing to do, and it got me away from grandfather's for awhile." Still beaming, Justin leaves to find the rubber bands. I grit my teeth. I hate being seen as some kind of good Samaritan or whatever- I just want to blend in with the wallpaper. Especially right now- a nice black and blue wall paper.

He gets back, and holds up a single band. "Success!" Justin grins. "Seems you left all the rubber bands with those children except one!" He then secures the bag on my leg and turns off the water. The room is steamy and feels good to my stiff joints and even stiffer and very sore back. "Do you want me to leave?" he asks shyly.

"You think I can get all the way into that tub and out again alone?" I ask incredulously.

He blushes. "I just didn't know if you… Basically, if you don't want me to see you naked, I'll go. There are handles along the tub that can help you get in and out."

I scoff. "First of all, I'm not the modest type - as I've already said. Secondly, even as battered as mine is, I've always thought a body is a body. But Sunshine, if it will make you uncomfortable, I can use the handles."

"No, that's okay." Justin smiles, blushing. "I'll help."

"Thanks- those handles get slippery. Don't worry, Sunshine. I won't paw you," I smirk.

His blush deepens but he comes over and assists me in removing my loose khaki shorts. I suppress a laugh when he gasps, seeing that I have no underwear on but he quickly rallies and gently lifts my tee shirt off and unsnaps the brace. Then carefully, he helps me in getting up, stepping into the tub and lowering myself sloooowly into the water. I can't help but snicker to myself that he's staring at my body; he even fucking licks his lips. Horny little virgin.

I choose to ignore it and lie back gently, feeling the soothing warmth seep into the deep bruises on my back, loosening my muscles somewhat. He reaches to help me so I don't lay back too quickly or bump my back on the spigot.

Then he surprises me: he kisses me. Just a feather-light kiss like the one last night over dinner, but I again see that he's pretty bold for a virgin who blushes all the time.

"Sunshine?"

His eyes are closed and he's hovering near my lips, like he's in a trance. With my saying his name, he suddenly opens his eyes and pulls back. "Brian… I… I'm sorry," he stammers. "I don't know what comes over me! I can't believe I did it again…fuck!"

"Sunshine. Hush," I murmur, reaching up and pulling his face to mine for a big juicy full-on kiss. When we part, I leer at him. "Care to join me in here?" I waggle my eyebrows. Ah- the Kinney charm… ha, my ass. I feel about a hundred years old in this battered body. And I'm what- 19? Fuck.

But Justin doesn't seem to notice my bruises- he seems to see beneath them except when he's tending to them.

"Brian," he breathes. "Fuck, you are so beautiful."

"Justin, shut up. I'm a broken body and face." I mean, really. I don't like unwarranted flattery.

"No, that's not you. And your 'broken body and face', as you put it, is not forever. *And* you're here. And I think you're gorgeous. Honestly, I don't know how I got to be so lucky."

I shift in the water. "Listen, Justin- all that pie-in-the-sky crap is fine. But I mean it- wanna step in? Or am I making you uncomfortable? If I am, please tell me."

He looks concerned for a split second. "No, you aren't and you don't make me uncomfortable, but Brian, can you take that? I mean, I can see how much pain you're in and I'm not even close to touching you."

"Justin, get in here. As I told you, I've been through way worse than this." I see Sunshine shudder at that information but it's true. I have. Not much worse. But I have.

Justin's face still looks concerned. "Brian, are you really sure?"

I nod, smiling. "But only if you want to, Sunshine. I mean it. I don't want to make you uncomfortable." I really don't. I don't know why I'm even asking this 17 year old virgin to bathe with me. But he looks like he wants to- but is too shy to take the initiative.

He smiles. "I've never done anything like this before…" he says tentatively.

This doesn't surprise me one bit. "That's okay. Again- only if you're ready. And we'll take everything slow."

Still smiling shyly he says, "Don't look." He's embarrassed to undress in front of me.

I turn away, chuckling softly- but I'm not looking. Eventually I feel him step into the water and lay back, facing me.

"I wish we had bubbles…" he says in a small voice.

"Can I face you now?" Man, this kid is a mass of contradictions- ogling me, and then being so self -conscious, he doesn't want me to see him at all.

There's a pause. "I guess."

I look over and I bite my lip to keep from laughing- his face is deep red and his hands are over his cock, which is definitely hard. "Sunshine, move your hands." He hesitates. "Sunshine, you're beautiful; and it's okay that you're hard- don't feel embarrassed by that. I'm not, as you can see." I gesture towards my own stiff dick.

He gasps. "Wow…" he whispers under his breath.

"What? First hard cock you've seen that wasn't your own, Sunshine?"

"Well, yeah… but you're so big…"

"You saw me when you undressed me and helped me in the water…" I say, confused.

"I um. I tried not to look. I didn't want to be impolite… and you were in so much pain, I… well, I just didn't want to be impolite," he repeats. "But you're huge."

I don't say anything to that because I'm not sure he means it as a compliment- he may be anticipating losing his virginity to me at some point and he may actually find my size frightening- I'm big, but I'm not hulking and gross; about 9 ½" - but to him, I may seem hulking and gross.

"C'mon, Justin," I encourage him gently. "Don't be so shy. We're going to be here at least a week together. I'm going to see you eventually. And as I said, a body is a body. You have nothing to be self-conscious about around me- nothing about *anything* to feel self-conscious about around me."

Slowly, he moves his hands and for a man/boy so small, he's impressive. "You're beautiful, Sunshine. A natural blond all over, I see. Beautiful."

He blushes and grins, saying nothing. He sure blushes a lot, I've noticed. Dare I say that it's actually endearing.

I smile at him, to let him know I mean what I say. "Would you like to scoot a little closer, or would you like to stay-"

Without another word from me, he carefully moves closer so he doesn't hurt me, bending his knees to close the distance. I smile inside. Again- this kid is a mix of shy and bold. It's intriguing. He doesn't take his eyes off my cock and I can tell he wants to touch me. This is his first sexual experience and while I never use the word 'adorable'- especially in this context- it actually fits.

"Sunshine…" He doesn't appear to hear me. "Justin."

He looks up at me and blushes furiously. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to stare-"

"No, no. Give me your hand."

He looks confused, but I gesture for him to give it to me. He reaches out and I grasp it. Watching him closely, I slowly put his hand under the water and guide him to caress my thighs and hips. He gasps, mesmerized, watching my larger hand covering his smaller one, tan over porcelain skin, guiding him to glide over my skin. He licks his lips and I lead his hand over my cock and hold him there. I'm concentrating so hard on his face and how he's reacting- I don't want to scare him or push him- I suddenly gasp at the sensation of his hand on my dick. He inhales sharply at the contact; he closes his eyes and starts to move his hand and fingers on his own, feeling the smooth skin, the stiffness, thumbing my slit, and running a gentle finger along the sensitive skin under the mushroom cap of my cock; I remove my hand and revel in his manual explorations.

"It's amazing…" he breathes- and I'm not sure he's saying that to me or thinking out loud to himself.

I reach under the water for him, watching his face very closely; his eyes shoot wide open as soon as I touch him and his hand stops moving. I start to give him a slow handjob. "Sunshine, just enjoy this, okay- if anything I do makes you feel weird, tell me and I'll stop, okay?"

He gulps and nods. I take his hand off my cock and put it on the side of the tub so that all his focus is on his own pleasure. "Justin, you can keep your eyes open or closed- do what feels natural and good in whatever way that is. Okay?" This whole time, I've been very slowly moving my hand and brushing my fingers over his full balls every so often. "Okay?" I repeat- but he's lost so I'm sure the answer's yes.

I increase the speed of my pumping, still watching his face. His head lolls back, his mouth slightly open, his eyes closed. His face is beaded with sweat from the heat of the water and the intensity of the experience. I fist him even faster and reach down with my other hand to fondle his balls; he begins to moan. He looks so fucking sexy I might just come from watching his facial expressions and listening to his moaning and mewling alone. As I increase the speed on his dick, I allow my other hand to move from his balls to his crack and I slide my fingers along the crevice until my finger reaches his pucker. Justin's eyes widen and he looks at me in surprise.

I smile at him reassuringly and push just the tip of my index finger inside him and suddenly he's thrown into a powerful orgasm and he makes the most incredible sounds of passion. "Brian yessss!" he yells- and his heavy-lidded eyes are looking right at my face in bliss and disbelief.

When he finally calms and really focuses, I leer at him. "You okay, Sunshine?" I whisper.

"More than okay. Brian, that was amazing! That was mind-blowing! Fuck!"

I chuckle at how much he's gushing over the experience of a simple hand job- but it's his first experience with another man, so it's understandable. "Well, Sunshine, that was your first 'lesson' in sex." I smirk. "I'm glad you enjoyed it."

"Mmmm," he hums. "I did- thank you…"

I bite my lip so I don't laugh - he's so fucking polite. "Well, you're welcome. Shall we get out before we become prunes?"

"Yeah- here, let me get out of the tub first and then I can help you. But hey- you didn't get off, Brian…"

"That was for you, Sunshine. I enjoyed myself. You're very sexy when you're excited."

Predictably, he blushes- but smiles, then he climbs out of the tub and helps me out. "We need to get you some ice for your eye. But how's your back? And your ankle?"

"My ankle hurts. But my back's looser than when I got up this morning." He wraps me in a robe after drying me off carefully and putting the brace back on.

He smiles. "I'm looser too," he says with a wink. He hands me my cane and we go into the other room to think about breakfast.

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