Part 18
Paul and Corinne lay curled up in bed together, the sheets pulled up over their naked bodies. Corinne was lying on Paul's side, her head resting on his chest and her leg thrown over the top of his. Paul's left arm was wrapped around her bare waist as his right hand gently stroked her hair.
"You thinking about Wil?"
Corinne's voice broke the silence of the room and also shook Paul from his thoughts. He sighed.
"Yeah, I'm worried about him."
Corinne wrapped a comforting arm around Paul's waist, running her hand gently up and down his side. She sighed as well.
"I know, so am I. But Belinda's been arrested now, and hopefully the bitch will be locked up for attempted murder. But at least it sounds like Rove is gonna be alright."
"Don't know if Wil be though."
Corinne rolled onto her stomach, looking up at Paul.
"What do you mean?"
He smiled.
"I overhead a little bit of what the doctor said to Wil. It's going to take at least two months for Rove's broken bones to heal, and that means he can't have sex during that time."
Corinne knew that it wasn't funny, but seeing the look on Paul's face she couldn't help but chuckle. She quickly stopped herself.
"No, it's not funny!"
Paul was still smiling.
"Come on you have to laugh. Don't you find it amusing to wonder how those two are going to last two months without going at it?"
Corinne smiled again. She didn't know whether she did really find the situation all that amusing, or whether she just really needed to laugh and unwind after the horrible things they'd been through lately. She moved her hips against Paul, and felt him growing hard against her.
"Hmm luckily we don't have to try and do that."
Paul's only response was a groan as Corinne continued moving her hips against him. He slid his hands up her thighs, resting on her hips and stopping her movements. Corinne went to protest but stopped when she felt Paul's hand slip between their bodies and move down to brush against her centre.
"Paul.."
Paul simply flashed her a wicked grin and she groaned as she felt two long fingers slip easily inside her. Corinne felt Paul's insistent erection pulsing against her thigh and she smiled. Their lips met in a passionate kiss as Corinne's hand slid down Paul's body, wrapping her hand around his cock.
Paul groaned as Corinne's hand engulfed his erection, stroking him hard and fast. He quickened his pace, his hand now stroking in time with hers, the two of them mutually pushing each other towards climax. Corinne delved her tongue into Paul's mouth and his free hand tangled into her hair, drawing her closer.
"Oh God!"
Corinne cried out as Paul's fingers continued to work away inside her, his thumb brushing against her clit and sending her rocketing over the edge. Feeling her shudder against him and her hand tighten on his cock drove Paul to orgasm as well, and he cried out her name as he shot his seed onto her waiting hand.
Corinne lay back against Paul's side again, once more resting her head against his chest, feeling his heart still beating fast in his chest. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her on the top of the head.
"Very lucky indeed."
Corinne smiled as she wrapped an arm around his waist and drifted off to sleep.
* * *
Wil woke up the next morning curled up on three plastic chairs in the hospital waiting room. He stretched out, groaning as a spasm of pain shot through his back. He'd be feeling the effects of that for a few days he was sure of it.
After he'd finally managed to stand up and crack his back a few times, Wil was feeling a little better and decided to find out if he could now see Rove. He looked at the clock on the wall and discovered it was after ten. Visiting hours were open and Wil looked pleased about that. He walked up to the receptionist and asked if he could see Rove. She had been aware of the instances and told him which room Rove was in. She'd been told almost half an hour earlier that when Wil woke up, he could see his friend.
Wil walked down the long corridor, turned left, walked down that corridor until he found the correct room. He took a deep breath before entering the room. As Wil walked inside, Rove turned his head to face him. Wil looked at Rove's damaged body. His right leg was in a cast and his chest was bandaged up. Wil assumed that was to try and heal the broken ribs. Wil almost cried at the sight of his lover in bandages but he successfully held in the tears.
Wil walked closer to Rove, stopping to stand right by his side. He leant down to gently kiss Rove on the lips.
"Did the doctor give you the news?" Wil asked.
"Well, I was told about the damage and that it will take at least two months to heal. Is there anything else?"
Wil lowered his head, what he had to tell Rove was going to be hard, there was no easy way of telling him that they wouldn't be able to fuck each other during that time.
"What is it?" Rove asked, propping Wil to just come right out and say it.
Wil raised his head and looked deep into Rove's eyes, he opened his mouth to speak.
part 19