Whatever It Takes {MxM} *COMPLETE*

{6} - Falling

Andre, three days later, now sat amongst a sea of clean blankets on a clean and dry bed with real under wear in the place of the diapers he had been forced to wear and to describe how absolutely delirious he was with happiness would forever be impossible.

He had taken a shower three days ago and every day since. His first shower in almost two months and he could swear to have never felt cleaner. It was a bit embarrassing that he had to be helped through it by a nurse but he could care less about who saw his junk as long as this was the end result every time.

Goodness, he just couldn't believe any of it!

He kept pinching himself, slapping his cheeks, closing his eyes and counting to ten and yet when he opened his eyes to look, he was still clean and warm, the memory of Rafe's incredible kindness still fresh on his mind, the way he held him so carefully and stared into his eyes enough to make him sigh in longing to see him again.

He was afraid though. Afraid that he would suddenly awaken and find that meeting Rafe had all been but a dream, that he still wore the same detestable diapers and still felt the burns of the rash on the sensitive insides of his thighs.

He wouldn't be able to bear the harsh reality of it all. If he had to sleep forever to remain in this dream, he would do just that and should he die while he lay dreaming, at least he had known even if for a few moments, what it was like to be cherished by someone.

Ah, what a man!

Andre sighed and sunk deeper into the bed, snuggling up to the soft pillow the nurse had brought in as per Rafe's orders. Everything had become a whirl of hurried movements in the past few days and many apologies as the flustered and reprimanded staff had come in red faced and set to rights all that which they had neglected over the weeks.

And they did it all even with his absence, which had extended for just about three days now. Much too long for his liking. After Rafe had left his room that day, he never came back in. He'd only had a couple of glimpses of his savior standing right outside his door before he winked at him and waved, telling him to enjoy the pampering. And then he was gone.

He couldn't help but stifle his many giggles at the way Rafe had yelled and commanded from the door and all they could do was jump at the growl of his voice and salute before going about, fulfilling his orders. He was a force to reckon with and not one of them dared to gainsay him or contravene in any way.

Hell, he could order him around any day if he used that gruff growl and penetrating stare. He'd be putty in Rafe's big capable hands and there wouldn't be a thing he would refuse him.

Andre laughed softly to himself at such fanciful and slightly naughty thoughts but slapped a hand quickly to his mouth when the door suddenly opened and a man with shades, a blue tank and black slacks with blue loafers, walked in.

Holy crap, he was gorgeous and...and big!

Andre couldn't help but ogle the man as he smiled and walked forward into the room, his stride purposeful, his scrumptious, rock hard muscles, flowing with the movements of his body. Good god, Was this tease the hell out of Andre week?

Cuz, he sure as heck felt teased! Shoot, what were the chances he would get a visit from two extremely hot hotties in the span of four days? Pft, this surely must be the end then if he's getting eyefuls of all these hunks all of a sudden.

The man stopped near the bed, adjusted the glasses onto his nose so they wouldn't fall over and cocked his head at him with a smile, a dimple prominent on his right cheek.

Boy, did he love a man with dimples. Yum!

He almost melted into a puddle of whatdafuq when, with the lifting of the man's arm, his biceps bunched and grew, the sinews seeming made of the hardest granite. Okay, now he done seen it all and could die very frikkin happily of a stroke.