Steven groaned and rolled over in bed, every inch of his body aching from the grueling and bloody business that it had been put through for the last who knew how long.He was tired, bloody well tired, exhausted, even. But despite the painkillers and even the heating pad, sleep wouldn’t come. Not between the pain, and the anxiety…
“Please, Steven,” Marc’s voice groaned in the back of his mind. “Just go to fucking sleep, you can worry about it later.”
“I’m trying,” Steven murmured back. “Can’t you tell I’m trying? But I’m sore all over, and I keep thinking about all those men with guns pointed at me, and–”
“Just put it out of your mind. We’ve been awake for almost 48 hours, we need to rest. Do you want me to take over and sleep for you?”
“No!” Steven didn’t mean for his response to be so immediate, but, even if he liked Marc, he was still getting used to this whole sharing a body thing… giving up control was terrifying, still, and he didn’t want to do it in his own bed. He barely wanted to do it in a life or death situation. He took a breath. “Er, sorry… but…. No? Um, isn’t there anything else you can do to help me sleep?”
Marc’s consternation was palpable in his mind. “.... like what?”
“I don’t know, sing me a lullaby or something?” Steven suggested, only half-sarcastically.
“I’m not singing you a lullaby,” Marc growled. There was a pause like a sigh. “Alright. You want my help? Let’s relieve some tension.”
“Oh, ah, thank you?” Steven hazarded, “How are you going to–”
He stopped mid-thought as he felt his own right hand trailing down his stomach and over his groin.
“I’m sorry, what are you–”
“Relieving tension. Shh. There’s no need to talk about it.”
Steven felt his fingers–Marc’s fingers? Steven certainly wasn’t in control of them– slip under the loose waistband of his (their?) pajama pants.
Steven gasped audibly as his fingers brushed over his short, curly hair, and to the base of his cock.
‘He’s touching my dick!’ The surprised thought raced through Steven’s mind with alarm.
“Actually it's our dick,” Marc answered. “As much mine as yours.I told you you needed to relieve some tension, what did you expect me to do?”
Steven felt his fingers wrap around the shaft of his soft cock, and slowly start to stroke it to life.
“I don’t know! Play some music? Put on a cuppa?”
“Cup of tea isn’t going to do anything for your muscles or your nerves,” Marc answered, fingers stroking up and down his shaft as it slowly hardened.”Jacking off releases endorphins, relaxes the body. Natural painkiller.”
“Well, sure, but….” Steven squirmed in their bed, as he admitted Marc might have a slight point. “Isn’t this a bit, well… gay? I mean, we’re both men… it might even be incest when you think about it…”
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Marc growled. “Steven, for fucks sake, do you realize how stupid that sounds? Fellas, is it gay incest to jack yourself off?”
Steven cringed internally, even as he felt his cock starting to respond to the stimulation. A shiver of excitement ran through him.
“Well, I mean…. But… it feels so much like someone else touching me. Like its another man jacking me off….”
“Yeah, and? You’re not exactly going limp here, thinking about it,” Marc chuckled, rubbing his thumb over the bottom of his cockhead. “Seems like it might actually get you off.”
Steven shivered again and he felt himself throbbing in Marc’s grip. Thinking about another man– a man sharing his body– touching him, it was turning him on? That had to be at least four levels of kink deep that Steven had never even considered before.
“Considering them now, huh?” Marc smirked internally as his handiwork elicited another soft gasp from Steven.
“You can hear what I’m thinking?” He squirmed in the bed, whimpering and mussing the covers with his movements as Marc refused to stop his long, sharp strokes.
“No shit. Now stop struggling or I’ll have to find a way to pin you down.”
A noise escaped Steven’s lips as a fantasy of the other man, identical to him, pinning him to the bed, flash through his mind. Damn, it really was turning him on… God only knew what this meant for his psyche….
“Just enjoy it,” Marc murmured, “Now’s not the time to be worrying about our emotional issues.”
It really wasn’t. The pleasure and excitement in Steven’s body was climbing with every highly efficient stroke of his hand. It was clear that Marc knew his body intimately, knew what buttons to push. Steven was panting, and he struggled with his free hand to pull down their pajama pants and the covers before he made a mess.
Steven groaned, arching his body and surrendering to Marc’s insistent touches. It was, in a way, just like jacking himself off, but somehow knowing that it was Marc there in his mind, watching him, touching him, it made it something new and exciting.
Would he ever even be able to jack off again without Marc there, watching?
The thought sent a jolt through his body. He came suddenly, shivering with a gasp of pleasure as several spurts of hot cum splattered on his stomach, and even as far as his chest. In his mind he heard Marc grunt with pleasure too. It was both of their cum. Well… obviously.
Steven lay there, his breath slowing as Marc’s hand sought out the box of kleenex on the bedside table and cleaned them up. He tossed the dirtied tissues away without looking.
“There,” Marc grumbled, pulling the covers back up over them. “Better?”
All the tension had gone out of their body. The pain, confusion and anxieties still lingered, but they were far away.
Steven had to admit that he felt strangely comforted by the presence of the other man there in his mind with him, as if Marc were curling up beside him protectively. He didn’t know what that thought meant, or what tomorrow would bring, but Marc was right. They could deal with it later. Together.
“Better,” Steven mumbled, just before he fell asleep.