(Im)patient, part 1

"Why isn't he awake yet?" Tin heard Can say, his voice cracking, Tin's own consciousness swirling slowly to the surface.

"He will come around soon enough. The surgery was a success, and he will make a full recovery," the doctor said, his voice soothing.

"I've been so worried..."

The fear in Can's voice made Tin open his eyes, and his first view was Can's sweet, round face, now scrunched up, his eyes red.

"Cantaloupe..."

"You're awake...!" Can squealed and threw himself on Tin, only for the doctor to stop him the last minute.

"Careful! It was a small surgery, but still, it's best not to put weight on the patient's stomach just yet."

Tin had to smile around the feeling of dry cotton in his mouth at Can's mortified expression. Can approached him cautiously now, his hands hovering over Tin nervously, not knowing where he could touch him.

Tin captured one of his wondering hands and brought it to his mouth, planting a tender kiss on his palm. Can's eyes teared.

"I'm a little thirsty," Tin said gently, and Can scampered to get him a small glass of water.

It had been an intense night. They had been at a restaurant, having dinner with their friends, when Tin had suddenly groaned and doubled over in pain. Can had been frantic, and they had rushed Tin to the hospital. The first hours there was now a blur in Can's mind, his mind fraught with worry. Only flashes remained. Tin, telling the doctor he had no family, except for Can, his fiancé. Test after test made on Tin, with him wheeled around the hospital on a gurney. Ae and Pete, with their arms around Can, telling him it was going to be alright. And the diagnosis, an acute appendicitis. Tin had been feeling poorly that day, he later confessed, a little nauseous with no appetite, but he had shrugged it off as non-significant. Then the surgery. It only took an hour, but it felt like forever to Can, and the wait for Tin to come around an eternity.

Most of their friends had gone home to sleep when Tin had been wheeled to the operation room, but Ae and Pete had stayed with Can. Ae had stayed awake, trying to comfort Can, while Pete slept with his head in Ae's lap on the long bench in the hospital waiting room.

Now that Tin was awake and the doctor was making a quick examination on him Can went to thank Ae and Pete and to tell them to go home. It was around three in the morning, and the yawning boys promised to let the others know, and that they would come back after visiting hours began at 7 am.

The doctor tried unsuccessfully to get Can to leave, but he wouldn't budge, and he gave up in the end, seeing how hard the patient held onto his hand. Can pulled a chair close to Tin's bed, and made himself comfortable, his cheek on his arm, resting on the bed next to Tin, his eyes never wavering from Tin's as he explained in his usual scatterbrained way what had happened while Tin was in surgery. Can fell asleep in the middle of a sentence, able to finally relax, with Tin's hand stroking his hair lovingly.

That's how their friends found them in the morning, both soundly asleep, Can's face nudged into Tin's side, Tin's hand still in his hair. They stood around, hesitating, until Can's sister Ley and their mother barged in. The banging door woke up both sleeping boys, and Lemon slapped his hands over her mouth. 

Tin and Can woke to a full room, both feeling groggy.

Can's mother came around and stroked Tin's hair, and kissed his cheek. "You made us worried, son. Are you alright, now?"

"Yes, mom, I'll be fine. Can's looking after me." Tin's glowing glance at Can made Can sniff, which Can tried to disguise by fussing around with Tin's already perfectly fluffed pillows.

They all stood around chatting happily, until one by one, they left, their friends and Lemon for their classes, and Can's mother to work. Only Can remained, when the doctor came around. This was a new one, a young man hardly older than they were, who had taken over from the doctor on call during the night.

Can waited impatiently when the doctor made a brief examination and asked a bunch of basic questions. Finally, he was done. "You can leave this afternoon, but we will keep you here for a few hours more, just to make sure there are no complications."

Finally Can could ask the most burning question on his mind. "How soon can we have sex again?"

"Can!" Tin barked. The doctor turned the color of a brick, as he looked from one to the other, finally realising the nature of their relationship.

"What?" Can asked, confused. "He's a doctor, this is a medical question."

Tin rolled his eyes, but he wanted to know this, too. "So, doctor, when can we?"

"Whenever you feel ready," the flustered doctor said. "Usually it takes 1-2 weeks."

"1-2 weeks!" Can looked horrified and Tin had to smile.

"It's generally a good idea to avoid anything strenuous for that time."

Tin and Can looked at each other. "Ah," Tin said. 

Strenuous was as good a word as anything to describe their love making. Frequent might be another. Mind blowing, third. Tin had to shift a little at the thought, and then winced when his stitches pulled. There were only three small incisions on his stomach, where the keyhole surgery had been performed, but they were quite tender.

"But what if Tin just lies there?" Can asked earnestly.

Tin closed his eyes, trying to will his growing erection to go away. Can just might be the death of him. 

"...you know, like for oral sex?"

The doctor closed his eyes, too. "That... that should be fine. Whenever the patient feels up for it."

Tin had to snicker at his choice of words. He was almost up for it already.

Can was too single-mindedly pursuing his line of questions to notice. "But I don't know, you usually want to do other stuff if I suck you. I don't want you to hurt yourself. Oh, I know!" Can brightened. "I can ride you!"

Tin groaned, the images in his head not helping his growing condition one bit.

"You could wait," the doctor said, a little desperately.

The two looked at each other again.

"No."

"No, we couldn't."

The doctor looked from one to the other again, and beat a hasty retreat, muttering something about other patients. "How are we today," they heard him ask the supine body laying in the next bed.

Can had finally noticed Tin's bulge, now tenting the sheet enticingly. He stared at it, then flicked his eyes to Tin's, and then looked around. They were in the far corner of the room, with three other patients in their room, occupying the other corners of the small room. Then Can noticed the curtains that were currently drawn away, and he drew them back around Tin's bed. Then he turned to Tin, a determined glint in his eye.

"Can..." Tin breathed. "There are others here!"

"Then you best be quiet," Can smirked, and pulled the sheet and the flimsy hospital gown aside.

"Can!" Tin hissed, but then Can's tongue lapped him up slowly and he had to clamp his mouth tight to keep his whimper behind his lips.

When Tin reached for Can, he slapped his hands away, and swallowed Tin's cock all the way to his mouth. Tin almost levitated off the bed, but the twinge in his stomach pulled him short. He made himself relax on the bed with a hiss. There clearly was no stopping Can, nor should he move, so Tin had to just lay there, as Can's wet, hot mouth brought him to heaven.

Knowing they had little time before one of the busybodies in the hospital would bother them again, Can lifted one of Tin's legs up, and slipped a saliva slicked finger in his ass. Tin's eyes rolled in the back of his head when the finger found his prostate without delay. After the time Can had topped him, he had allowed Can to do this a few times. This time Can didn't ask, and his finger rubbed that sweet bundle of nerves mercilessly.

Tin was in agonised ecstasy. He had to stay relaxed, and it was torture, his body wanting to buck into the mouth pleasuring him. Can's mouth and his expert fingers were hurtling him toward an orgasm, despite his worry about someone pulling the curtain away. Tin had to clamp a hand on his mouth to keep his helpless moans quiet. Can noticed and the look of arousal in his eyes as he swallowed Tin's cock to the root again made Tin lose it. He couldn't help a strangled whimper as he came into Can's divine mouth, spilling his cum deep in his throat.

Can sucked and rubbed his happy spot with his fingers until Tin reached a shaking hand to his head and pushed him away. Can looked at Tin, swallowed and licked his lips, and Tin had to groan. "What are you doing to me, Can?" he whispered hoarsely. Then he noticed Can's erection. Can saw where his eyes looked, and shrugged a little sheepishly. Just then they heard the nurse call Tin's name on the other side of the curtains.

"I will get you for this!" Tin threatened Can weakly, and Can smirked as he quickly pulled the hospital gown back into place and the sheets over Tin's groin and chest, and opened the curtains.

"You're all red and sweaty, mr Methannat. Are you not feeling well?"

"I feel ... just fine," Tin muttered, and Can snickered, throwing a wicked look at Tin over his shoulder, as he strutted to the bathroom inside the shared room. The way he walked left Tin in no doubt what he would be doing there, and he couldn't help but smile, knowing that sucking him off had made Can so hard he had to go relieve himself.

The rest of Tin's hospital stay passed without incident, and by the time the doctor came to relieve Tin, both were more than ready to go home.

A little while later, Tin was lying in bed at home, like a king, his head propped comfortably on a stack of pillows, while Can fussed around him. When all was set to his satisfaction, Can flopped on the bed beside Tin, finally able to relax.

"I meant to ask you before... You seemed so worried about how to give me pleasure while I recuperate. Why weren't you worried about yourself? You know I can't make love to you for up to two weeks."

Can scoffed. "You once made me cum with just two fingertips. And there was that time over Skype when it was just your voice. I have no doubt that you will manage it again."

Tin smiled. "You didn't get to cum earlier."

"I can wait," Can said valiantly.

"Since when?"

"If I have to... I'll just have to make you better soon. Which reminds me, I need to give you a sponge bath before bed."

"Later. Go get the butt plug," Tin said softly, and Can gasped. The speed with which he ran to obey made Tin laugh, but his eyes darkened with desire as he watched Can return and strip eagerly.

"Such a good boy... so obedient," Tin murmured, and Can's eyes glowed.

Without being told to, Can rummaged around their toy drawer until he found the lube, and then trotted back to the bed like a dog who had been told to fetch. He even had a wagging 'tail'.

"Very good. Now hand me the plug, the remote, and the lube and come straddle me, on your hands and knees, your sweet butt facing me. You can't touch me anywhere, understand?"

Can's breathing was laboured, and he whimpered a little as he obeyed. Tin's position, half lying down against the pillows, was actually perfect for what he had in mind.

"A little closer... there."

Can was trembling over him on his hands and knees, his ass less than a foot from Tin's face, giving Tin a perfect view of Can's twinkling hole, his already hard and leaking cock, and his trembling thighs.

"You look so sexy like this, Can..." Tin murmured, and Can knew he was sincere. His head was hanging down, and he could just see Tin's erection bulging under the sheets below him. His hand snaked toward it, only for Tin to slap it away. Tin didn't let him wait long.

Can could hear Tin snap open the top of the lube and the sound made him shiver. Then the slick, pliant plug was pushed slowly inside him, and Can let out a needy whine.

"Relax, baby, and let it in..." Tin crooned, and Can obeyed. The plug plopped in with a soft sound, and without delay, it started to vibrate gently inside him. Can arched his back instinctively, as if to beg for the plug in deeper, and Tin licked his lips. Then he turned the dial on the remote to the middle position, and Can jumped, struggling to stay still. His whine turned into breathy moans, and his butt wiggled invitingly.

"Don't move, let me take care of you," Tin ordered. He ignored his own hard cock and focused on Can. "Scoot a little closer to me, I want to see this."

Can whimpered and did so, carefully, the plug in his ass making his legs tremble.

"I'm going to make you cum all over my chest," Tin promised, and Can shook, hot, wet drops falling from his cock onto Tin's chest. "Have I ever told you how sexy your ass looks like this? Plugged with the that little toy, vibrating along with it? Your white butt cheeks... the black base of the plug sitting in your crack... knowing it's inside you? Your body shaking with the need to cum? You do need to cum, don't you?"

"Yes... so badly," Can whimpered.

"Good...I want to hear you," Tin crooned and turned the dial to the maximum vibration. Then he let it fall on the bed next to him, and he put both his hands on Can's ass, squeezing and stroking the smooth globes hungrily, pushing the cheeks closer together repetitively, knowing it would move the plug around Can's ass, intensifying his feelings.

Can couldn't his now constant moans and grunts as the plug inside him vibrated maddeningly against his prostate.

"I think I will get us a plug that has a cord so I can push it all inside you. Would you like that, Cantaloupe? Then I could lick your hole at the same time as the plug takes care of your happy spot inside you...

Can's legs shook and he groaned. "Yes, anything... Please, so close..." Tin grinned wickedly at the need in his voice, letting it crescendo... and then turned the dial to zero. 

"No...! Whyyyy....?!!"

"That's for the blowjob at the ward earlier," Tin said, and made Can wait, shaking, his cock dribbling all over his chest, letting out small whimpers. 

Tin turned the dial up again, keeping it there, his thumb pressing the plug into Can deeper, until Can started to shake like he was holding a live wire.  

"Please...! I'm sorry! I just wanted to make you feel good!" Can howled, hovering just on the edge of his climax.

"I know, baby... Cum now, let me see you cum," Tin urged him, and Can let go, his hips bucking, humping the air, as his cum splattered all over Tin's chest and on the sheet covering his bandage. Somehow, Can managed to keep on his hands and knees, and off Tin's stomach.

Watching Can cum from this close angle, his whole body shaking, the orgasmic clenches making the butt plug twitch inside him beguilingly, made Tin's own cock throb with need. He would need Can's sweet mouth soon, but first, he wanted Can to cum again. Once was never enough for Can, so Tin kept the plug on the highest setting, watching Can shudder and buck, his voice a hoarse groan. 

Finally, Tin took a hold of the base of the plug and started to rotate it inside Can, pushing it a little back and forth inside him. Can wailed, the feeling exquisite, and Tin knew he wouldn't take long. Hungrily, he pulled Can closer and sucked his still dripping cock into his mouth, and Can erupted with a howl. He humped his hips into Tin's mouth, the hot, salty cum splashing into deep in his mouth, and Tin lost it.

"Suck me, Can!" Tin cried desperately, and Can, still shaking with his own orgasm, pulled the sheet and Tin's shorts down enough, and swallowed Tin's cock in his mouth all the way to the root. Can's mouth made a slurping sound as he sucked him hard, not capable of anything more skilful in the throes of his own orgasm. 

But that was all it took, and Tin just managed to turn the plug off, before he came in Can's mouth with a muffled groan he had kept silent earlier in the hospital. Tin made himself lie limply as Can sucked him hungrily, still shuddering himself, making soft mewling sounds deep in his throat, each of them spurting their cum in the other's mouth. This was one of their favorite positions, and they held on for as long as they could, treasuring both their own and each other's orgasms. 

Finally, feeling his hands and knees give away, Can hurriedly lifted off Tin, and slumped next to him on the bed, and grasped Tin's hand in his own. They lay, spent, breathing hard, holding hands, while they came down from their intense pleasure.

"Was that good? You didn't get hurt, did you?" Can finally asked worriedly.

Tin had to laugh. "So good, babe. And no, I managed to stay mostly still despite that much needed orgasm. But it was hard."

"I know, I had it in my mouth," Can said.

"That's not what I meant!"

"I know..." Can said softly, serious now. "We'll be good until you recover fully, I promise."

Tin just snorted in response. The next week or two would be interesting.