Five and a Sawbuck, part four
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gilascaveOK, it's been well over a year. The first half of part four is what I posted previously. The second half has been totally re-done. You can find the first three parts here.
Five and a Sawbuck
chapter four
He'd expected Yokas to yell at him. He'd even added it to his revised ETA home. Fortunately for his ETA, Yokas could yell at him in the car, while she was taking him home - no convincing her that he could return to work, his shoulder was fine. He hadn't even tried, because he really liked having his head *not* bitten off. Not to mention the fact that she wouldn't drop the matter, for weeks. Or years.
He didn't know if Jimmy would yell. They hadn't had a chance, since they'd started dating, to even really be worried for each other's safety. At least they hadn't, that Bosco knew of - if Jimmy were the stoic, say nothing, act like nothing's up type, Bosco might simply have never noticed.
Bosco was waiting at home, now, for Jimmy to get off work and stop by. Then he'd find out if he were getting yelled at *again* - and he was hoping that regardless, he could wrangle some coddling and pampering out of the incident. Maybe if he'd let the docs take care of his shoulder themselves, and put him in a sling with orders to rest for several weeks, he could have guaranteed getting Jimmy to wait on him hand and foot. Too late for that now, he reminded himself. All he had gotten were doctors' orders to restrict him to desk duty for three weeks, and that was mostly Yokas' fault. He'd been all for sneaking out and letting them notice, later, that they were missing a patient.
Might have done it, too, if he hadn't been yelled at. In the midst of the confusion and noise from everyone else in the ER - how did Bobby Caffey manage to out-shout them all?
And what was up with *Bobby* yelling at him?
Bosco shook his head, still not sure what that was all about. He'd zoned out on Yokas' lecture on the drive home, trying to figure it out. Bosco and Simcox had done their jobs, brought a little peace and order to a small section of the ER, then Bosco had sent Simcox down to find his partner while he intended to stand around being an irritated, don't piss me off even more, uniformed presence near the desk. He'd turned around to find Bobby and Kim standing there, glaring at him in varying degrees of pissed off.
Bosco had halfway expected Kim to say something - but before he could say a word, Bobby had opened his mouth.
They'd stood there for a good two minutes before he slipped into Spanish, and kept yelling. Bosco hadn't said a word, hadn't tried to get past them - half afraid Caffey might re-dislocate his shoulder, just to make him let the doctors put it back, properly.
Listening to Bobby yell, Bosco had tried to figure out what had sent him off - even now, he wasn't so sure what it had been. He'd covered a variety of topics, though few of them in complete sentences. It seemed to boil down to 'Don't ever do something so stupid again' and 'What the hell were you thinking'.
Neither of which told Bosco anything. Except that he cared enough to scream.
**************
A shower was just what he needed. A long shower with no reason to cut it any shorter than he absolutely had to, barring the capacity of the hot water tank which was, he knew, somewhere between thirty five and fifty minutes depending on how long ago any of his upstairs neighbors had flushed their toilets. He could feel himself wanting to relax, just thinking about it.
At least he would have, if Jimmy weren't still yelling at him. Bosco watched calmly as he could as Jimmy paced in front of him, back and forth. Jimmy was also waving his arms every so often, like he knew he was in danger of losing Bosco's attention. Of course, five minutes ago Bosco had stopped listening to exactly what Jimmy was saying -- seemed to be a rehash of everything Bobby had said earlier. How weird was that? Bosco found himself thinking, as Jimmy took another turn and paced back towards the kitchen, not looking over at him as he kept yelling.
Bosco really just wanted a shower. He'd even been hoping Jimmy would help him with the shower -- not that he couldn't shower perfectly well, despite a bit of sluggish response from his left arm. But he'd been home all evening, waiting for Jimmy to get off work and come by, and had figured that a near-death experience, even if it wasn't his, warranted a little bit of shower-sex. Or shower, then bedroom-sex, since Jimmy was likely to point out how embarrassing it would be to call the paramedics over because they're broken their necks fucking in the shower.
But so far Jimmy hadn't even given him the chance to bring it up. When he'd knocked on the door, his first questions had been if Bosco were all right, if he was having any trouble with his arm, and if he was on any major pain medication that might be making him less than coherent. When Bosco had -- in retrospect, foolishly -- assured Jimmy he was fine, Jimmy had lit into him.
Not physically, though for a second Bosco had almost expected it. But Jimmy hadn't even raised his hand; he'd just started pacing back and forth. He'd paced for almost a full minute before launching into a barrage of are you insane and why didn't you stick around. There had been a threat to carry Bosco back to be checked out by a doctor, but it had got lost in the welter before Bosco could even get out his refusal to do any such thing.
He supposed it was nice knowing someone cared so much. But Jimmy was going to wear a track in the carpet, and Bosco still hadn't got his shower. Or a hello kiss, for that matter. He wondered if Jimmy would mind if he interrupted, to say 'hi' and grab one.
Glancing at Jimmy's face he figured, maybe he would mind. Jimmy was completely lost in his scolding -- he hadn't even noticed Bosco wasn't listening. Faith had him there, Bosco thought. By now Faith not only would have noticed his attention had drifted, but she'd have him in a headlock and headed for the car to drag him back to the hospital.
Shit. He hoped Faith wasn't on her way over. Surely she'd guess Jimmy would be here, and trust him to handle things?
Even if he wasn't handling *anything*. Bosco would have loved to be handled -- shower, bed, living room floor. But Jimmy was being a complete ass about it, instead, and trying to convince Bosco of...something rather than just flip him over and fuck him.
Bosco realised that if he kept thinking stuff like that, he was going to get an erection, and if Jimmy noticed *that* he was going to get entirely the wrong idea about the effect lectures had on him.
"Are you?" Jimmy suddenly demanded, whirling to face Bosco.
He had no clue what the right answer was. "I..." he started, hoping Jimmy would either repeat the question or go back to yelling -- or drop the whole thing and ask about the shower. But Jimmy stood there and waited, and Bosco finally shrugged. "Wasn't listening. What?"
"Excuse me?" Jimmy looked stunned.
"I wasn't listening. It was some stuff about not being an asshole and taking care of myself, right? Can't help the first and I do the second, so--" He shrugged again.
"You...you..." Jimmy shook his head. Then he deflated, and Bosco could see the anger being pushed away. "I give up. Do what you want." He waved a hand as if to dismiss Bosco.
"Does that mean I can have a shower now?"
"Huh?"
"If I can do what I want. I want a shower."
Jimmy obviously had no idea where this was going. He gave Bosco a look like he was insane, and nodded. "Sure. I guess -- it's your place."
Bosco restrained a sigh. "Are you gonna *help*?" Since when did he have to be so blunt?
"You..do you need help?" Jimmy glanced at Bosco's injured shoulder, and Bosco could see him mentally reassessing everything Bosco had told him. He wasn't wearing a sling, but he could tell that Jimmy was wondering if he ought to be.
"No," Bosco told him, figuring that right now, stringing him along wouldn't help matters. "Do I have to need help to get you into the shower with me?"
He watched as Jimmy blinked, looking a little stunned again, as he tried changing mental gears *again*. "Oh." He started to grin, but at the last second he seemed to remember he was still mad, and frowned instead. "I should go home. According to you, you're not hurt -- even if you are a moron, you don't need--"
"Hanging half off the edge of a roof holding onto Bobby's hand for ten minutes doesn't earn me a shower?"
It was probably a cheap shot. OK, he knew it was a cheap shot. But Jimmy was not going to leave without even a quick jerk off. If he had to pick JImmy up and throw him onto the bed, himself, he was going to get *something* tonight.
He knew he was getting a little off the wall. But -- he really needed it. He'd do it himself if he absolutely had to, but this was the reason for having a boyfriend in the first place. Free sex, if not trouble-free.
Jimmy's expressed had changed, though, as soon as he'd said it. "I...didn't even... thanks," he said awkwardly.
Bosco waved it off. "Part of the job. Do I get a shower?"
"I don't know." But Jimmy was starting to grin, again. "I would think Bobby's the one who owes you something."
"So call Bobby and he can come over and shower with me." Bosco suddenly remembered the dinner and movie he'd cajoled Bobby into agreeing to. Then the image hit him -- him, Bobby, naked in the shower. He must have made a noise because Jimmy was there, without warning, holding him hard and kissing him.
When Jimmy let his mouth go, he tried to figure out if he should apologise or just kiss him back. Jimmy looked at him and grinned. "Yeah. Me, too." Jimmy pressed himself against Bosco, and Bosco could feel that his lover was almost as hard as he was.
It was a good thing his shower was big enough for three.
end part four
Five and a Sawbuck
chapter four
He'd expected Yokas to yell at him. He'd even added it to his revised ETA home. Fortunately for his ETA, Yokas could yell at him in the car, while she was taking him home - no convincing her that he could return to work, his shoulder was fine. He hadn't even tried, because he really liked having his head *not* bitten off. Not to mention the fact that she wouldn't drop the matter, for weeks. Or years.
He didn't know if Jimmy would yell. They hadn't had a chance, since they'd started dating, to even really be worried for each other's safety. At least they hadn't, that Bosco knew of - if Jimmy were the stoic, say nothing, act like nothing's up type, Bosco might simply have never noticed.
Bosco was waiting at home, now, for Jimmy to get off work and stop by. Then he'd find out if he were getting yelled at *again* - and he was hoping that regardless, he could wrangle some coddling and pampering out of the incident. Maybe if he'd let the docs take care of his shoulder themselves, and put him in a sling with orders to rest for several weeks, he could have guaranteed getting Jimmy to wait on him hand and foot. Too late for that now, he reminded himself. All he had gotten were doctors' orders to restrict him to desk duty for three weeks, and that was mostly Yokas' fault. He'd been all for sneaking out and letting them notice, later, that they were missing a patient.
Might have done it, too, if he hadn't been yelled at. In the midst of the confusion and noise from everyone else in the ER - how did Bobby Caffey manage to out-shout them all?
And what was up with *Bobby* yelling at him?
Bosco shook his head, still not sure what that was all about. He'd zoned out on Yokas' lecture on the drive home, trying to figure it out. Bosco and Simcox had done their jobs, brought a little peace and order to a small section of the ER, then Bosco had sent Simcox down to find his partner while he intended to stand around being an irritated, don't piss me off even more, uniformed presence near the desk. He'd turned around to find Bobby and Kim standing there, glaring at him in varying degrees of pissed off.
Bosco had halfway expected Kim to say something - but before he could say a word, Bobby had opened his mouth.
They'd stood there for a good two minutes before he slipped into Spanish, and kept yelling. Bosco hadn't said a word, hadn't tried to get past them - half afraid Caffey might re-dislocate his shoulder, just to make him let the doctors put it back, properly.
Listening to Bobby yell, Bosco had tried to figure out what had sent him off - even now, he wasn't so sure what it had been. He'd covered a variety of topics, though few of them in complete sentences. It seemed to boil down to 'Don't ever do something so stupid again' and 'What the hell were you thinking'.
Neither of which told Bosco anything. Except that he cared enough to scream.
**************
A shower was just what he needed. A long shower with no reason to cut it any shorter than he absolutely had to, barring the capacity of the hot water tank which was, he knew, somewhere between thirty five and fifty minutes depending on how long ago any of his upstairs neighbors had flushed their toilets. He could feel himself wanting to relax, just thinking about it.
At least he would have, if Jimmy weren't still yelling at him. Bosco watched calmly as he could as Jimmy paced in front of him, back and forth. Jimmy was also waving his arms every so often, like he knew he was in danger of losing Bosco's attention. Of course, five minutes ago Bosco had stopped listening to exactly what Jimmy was saying -- seemed to be a rehash of everything Bobby had said earlier. How weird was that? Bosco found himself thinking, as Jimmy took another turn and paced back towards the kitchen, not looking over at him as he kept yelling.
Bosco really just wanted a shower. He'd even been hoping Jimmy would help him with the shower -- not that he couldn't shower perfectly well, despite a bit of sluggish response from his left arm. But he'd been home all evening, waiting for Jimmy to get off work and come by, and had figured that a near-death experience, even if it wasn't his, warranted a little bit of shower-sex. Or shower, then bedroom-sex, since Jimmy was likely to point out how embarrassing it would be to call the paramedics over because they're broken their necks fucking in the shower.
But so far Jimmy hadn't even given him the chance to bring it up. When he'd knocked on the door, his first questions had been if Bosco were all right, if he was having any trouble with his arm, and if he was on any major pain medication that might be making him less than coherent. When Bosco had -- in retrospect, foolishly -- assured Jimmy he was fine, Jimmy had lit into him.
Not physically, though for a second Bosco had almost expected it. But Jimmy hadn't even raised his hand; he'd just started pacing back and forth. He'd paced for almost a full minute before launching into a barrage of are you insane and why didn't you stick around. There had been a threat to carry Bosco back to be checked out by a doctor, but it had got lost in the welter before Bosco could even get out his refusal to do any such thing.
He supposed it was nice knowing someone cared so much. But Jimmy was going to wear a track in the carpet, and Bosco still hadn't got his shower. Or a hello kiss, for that matter. He wondered if Jimmy would mind if he interrupted, to say 'hi' and grab one.
Glancing at Jimmy's face he figured, maybe he would mind. Jimmy was completely lost in his scolding -- he hadn't even noticed Bosco wasn't listening. Faith had him there, Bosco thought. By now Faith not only would have noticed his attention had drifted, but she'd have him in a headlock and headed for the car to drag him back to the hospital.
Shit. He hoped Faith wasn't on her way over. Surely she'd guess Jimmy would be here, and trust him to handle things?
Even if he wasn't handling *anything*. Bosco would have loved to be handled -- shower, bed, living room floor. But Jimmy was being a complete ass about it, instead, and trying to convince Bosco of...something rather than just flip him over and fuck him.
Bosco realised that if he kept thinking stuff like that, he was going to get an erection, and if Jimmy noticed *that* he was going to get entirely the wrong idea about the effect lectures had on him.
"Are you?" Jimmy suddenly demanded, whirling to face Bosco.
He had no clue what the right answer was. "I..." he started, hoping Jimmy would either repeat the question or go back to yelling -- or drop the whole thing and ask about the shower. But Jimmy stood there and waited, and Bosco finally shrugged. "Wasn't listening. What?"
"Excuse me?" Jimmy looked stunned.
"I wasn't listening. It was some stuff about not being an asshole and taking care of myself, right? Can't help the first and I do the second, so--" He shrugged again.
"You...you..." Jimmy shook his head. Then he deflated, and Bosco could see the anger being pushed away. "I give up. Do what you want." He waved a hand as if to dismiss Bosco.
"Does that mean I can have a shower now?"
"Huh?"
"If I can do what I want. I want a shower."
Jimmy obviously had no idea where this was going. He gave Bosco a look like he was insane, and nodded. "Sure. I guess -- it's your place."
Bosco restrained a sigh. "Are you gonna *help*?" Since when did he have to be so blunt?
"You..do you need help?" Jimmy glanced at Bosco's injured shoulder, and Bosco could see him mentally reassessing everything Bosco had told him. He wasn't wearing a sling, but he could tell that Jimmy was wondering if he ought to be.
"No," Bosco told him, figuring that right now, stringing him along wouldn't help matters. "Do I have to need help to get you into the shower with me?"
He watched as Jimmy blinked, looking a little stunned again, as he tried changing mental gears *again*. "Oh." He started to grin, but at the last second he seemed to remember he was still mad, and frowned instead. "I should go home. According to you, you're not hurt -- even if you are a moron, you don't need--"
"Hanging half off the edge of a roof holding onto Bobby's hand for ten minutes doesn't earn me a shower?"
It was probably a cheap shot. OK, he knew it was a cheap shot. But Jimmy was not going to leave without even a quick jerk off. If he had to pick JImmy up and throw him onto the bed, himself, he was going to get *something* tonight.
He knew he was getting a little off the wall. But -- he really needed it. He'd do it himself if he absolutely had to, but this was the reason for having a boyfriend in the first place. Free sex, if not trouble-free.
Jimmy's expressed had changed, though, as soon as he'd said it. "I...didn't even... thanks," he said awkwardly.
Bosco waved it off. "Part of the job. Do I get a shower?"
"I don't know." But Jimmy was starting to grin, again. "I would think Bobby's the one who owes you something."
"So call Bobby and he can come over and shower with me." Bosco suddenly remembered the dinner and movie he'd cajoled Bobby into agreeing to. Then the image hit him -- him, Bobby, naked in the shower. He must have made a noise because Jimmy was there, without warning, holding him hard and kissing him.
When Jimmy let his mouth go, he tried to figure out if he should apologise or just kiss him back. Jimmy looked at him and grinned. "Yeah. Me, too." Jimmy pressed himself against Bosco, and Bosco could feel that his lover was almost as hard as he was.
It was a good thing his shower was big enough for three.
end part four