Page 6 of Hold Me Down (KRK Security #4)

Dave clenched his teeth as he hoisted himself out of bed using the nightstand that hit the wall after wobbling under his weight.

He also wobbled as he tried to balance on one leg, and he glared at the crutches resting against the wall.

Travis had been right last night when he'd wanted to put them closer to the bed, but Dave had been frustrated and in pain, and he'd argued against it, so here he was now, frustrated, in pain, and wobbling .

What a start to the day.

There was no way he would survive two or three months of this. He was going to scale a wall—or even a building, if his frustration levels skyrocket as he suspected they might.

On the other hand, trying to climb up a wall was exactly what had landed him in his current predicament, so maybe he should come up with something else.

His sister would say he needed to pick up another hobby—or a hobby in general, because anything a person was doing or had ever considered doing as a career shouldn't count as a hobby in Alicia's book, which disqualified both gym training and playing basketball, his main after-work activities.

Good thing she wasn't here to offer any commentary, really. She would not let him forget about how he'd found himself in his current circumstances, whether he liked it or not.

"Knock, knock." Travis appeared in the doorway and looked him up and down. "You need any help?"

Obviously , Dave thought but swallowed it down.

He didn't want to start a fight—or worse, push Travis into a self-blame spiral.

Still, Dave absolutely hated the idea of asking for help to go to the damn bathroom.

As if he couldn't hop towards it, grabbing the crutches on the way.

Or as if he—

Well, he had no real idea what else he could do, which was a treat in and of itself. He was a grown man, a capable man, and he was now completely dependent on somebody else.

He couldn't decide whether it would be better if that somebody else was a person he knew or not.

Would it be easier if he had a nurse coming over and helping him out with basic things?

Or maybe the discomfort of a stranger would always be too much and Dave should start learning how to lean on his loved ones?

Either way, he was apparently taking too long to answer, because Travis crossed the room and put his arm around Dave's waist.

"Bathroom?"

"Yeah."

And that was it. Putting more of his weight against Travis was familiar, even if not in circumstances like this one, and it gave Dave the answer he was looking for—he would never want to do this with someone he didn't know.

Once they got to the bathroom, Travis hesitated, but Dave waved him off.

"I'll be fine with this part. If you wanted to go make coffee, however…"

Travis snorted. "The coffee's ready, Your Highness. Now, I'm gonna sit there," he pointed behind him towards Dave's bed, "and wait for you to be done. Holler if you need anything."

I need a leg that's not broken .

Dave turned away towards the sink to hopefully hide the grimace he didn't manage to hold back.

This wouldn't do. He had to get his shit together or else he was going to turn into a whiner, and nobody wanted that—especially not him.

Thankfully, his morning bathroom routine helped him to perk up a little. While he needed to navigate his steps with care, by the time he returned to his bedroom, he felt much more like a functioning adult.

Somewhat functioning, at least.

What stopped him in his tracks wasn't his leg, but the sight of Travis sprawled on his bed, lying back and propped up on his elbows, looking absolutely delicious. His dark blond hair was long enough now to fall onto his forehead and his tanned skin was in sharp contrast against Dave's white sheet.

Dave wanted to eat him alive.

"We need to figure out how to have sex with a broken leg," he blurted out without thinking, and Travis chuckled.

"I wouldn't say no to exploring our options after breakfast, as long as you're up for it."

Dave paused halfway to grabbing his crutches, but then Travis was suddenly there—always paying close attention, even if Dave would prefer him not to, sometimes—and they didn't need words to know what would happen next.

"Low-hanging fruit, man," Dave muttered as he let Travis lead him out of the room.

"I'm an easy guy, what can I say."

There were many things that were easy about Travis, and about the two of them, but not all of it was. Dave had come to terms with it, though, as much as he could, and he'd adjusted his expectations accordingly.

He was still working on reining in his hopes, but he would get there at some point. While the dating experiment had been a mistake, it was probably him moving too fast, too quickly. When Dave decided to try again, he definitely needed to take his time.

If he decided.

For now, there were other things to focus on—like the steps downstairs that normally took him a few seconds and now seemed like an insurmountable mountain.

Last night, Dave had climbed it slowly with clenched teeth and Travis's assistance, but at least he could chalk it up to the exhaustion of the day.

Today was another story.

"Nope." Travis tightened his grip on Dave's waist, stopping him before the first step down. "Your choices are a fireman carry or a bridal carry, that's it."

Dave huffed. "I can—"

"You can fall down and break something else, and maybe take me down with you while you're at it.

" Travis shook his head. "You know descending isn't any easier than ascending like this, especially on such narrow steps.

We'll practice, but for now, this is a safer option.

I should've suggested it last night, to be honest, I just wasn't thinking. "

And Dave wanted to push, to protest, but Travis was right—and he was also giving Dave an out.

So Dave took it.

"I'm half-tempted to make you carry me bridal style for being a know-it-all. We'd definitely be at a risk of falling then, though, and I try not to cut off my nose to spite my face."

"Fireman style it is." With a decisive nod, Travis swiftly shifted and hoisted Dave up before patting his thigh. "Hang tight."

The words died on Dave's tongue as he stared at Travis's round ass, now so close and tempting that Dave would have bit it if doing so didn't mean sending them both falling down for real.

Damn , he was intimately acquainted with that ass, from every angle and in every way they could think of over the years, but he sometimes still got struck with the sight of it, the shape, the—

Before he could finish that thought, Travis deposited him in the wide chair in the kitchen, moving the table further to the side to make room.

The soft landing made Dave even more grateful than usual that Travis had talked him into buying two comfortable chairs for the kitchen instead of a bigger set of narrow ones that Dave had wanted initially.

"I'll get you your coffee and you can tell me what you have in mind for breakfast."

"I'll eat whatever, I know you have to go soon—"

"I don't, actually. Kalei said I can work remotely for a bit, since I'm benched anyway.

" Travis grimaced briefly. "I'll have to call in soon, because he wanted to talk after he had a chance to figure out the best use of my working hours, but they're going to be flexible for at least a week, maybe two.

So you have me for the whole day, every day. "

Dave squashed the instinctual response— all day, every day, yes please —as he glanced through the window at their backyard.

"So the usual, huh?" he said after a beat, turning to meet Travis's clear blue eyes.

Travis laughed. "Pretty much, yeah. Why mess with perfection, am I right?"

Dave nodded, settling more comfortably in the chair.

Why, indeed .

* * *

An hour and a half later, they were both sitting on the couch and half-heartedly watching the rerun of old Seinfeld episodes while scrolling on their phones, when Travis spoke up.

"Internet says receiving a blowjob can be beneficial to your recovery and overall well-being."

Dave lowered his phone even as his heartbeat sped up.

"What the hell are you reading?"

"You mentioned sex before, which, as you well know, is not a topic I take lightly, so I'm researching our options." Travis's grin only grew. "The results were illuminating."

"I bet. What else did those undoubtedly reputable sources offer in terms of advice?"

"A more active role from the uninjured partner, avoiding any acrobatics, and being aware that the discomfort of the injury may prolong the path to an orgasm or make it hard to ever get there, pun intended."

Dave blinked at the swift change into seriousness, but then before he could blink again, Travis slid off the couch, settled on his knees, and winked at Dave before pushing his uninjured leg to the side to slide in closer.

"Theory's done, now it's time for practice, don't you think?

" Travis ran a hand up from Dave's ankle to his thigh before pausing so close to Dave's rapidly hardening cock that it would only take an inch or two for Travis to brush his fingers over it.

"Nothing they mentioned should be a problem, should it? "

Dave shook his head.

"That's what I thought." Travis did move his hand then, and rubbed his thumb along the line of Dave's cock. "It's been a while since we took our time, especially like this."

"You could take a little less time." Dave lifted his hips up, pressing into Travis's touch and ignoring the twinge in his leg.

In response, Travis put his other arm over Dave's hips and pressed them down.

"Stay still and let me do the work," he said, but it was difficult for Dave to concentrate on Travis's words with his mouth so close to Dave's cock.

Being forced to stay in place was nice, though—more than. Dave enjoyed it whenever Travis put his strength to good use, and he enjoyed it especially when it involved Dave's body being restricted during sex.

"Get to work, then." His voice was too breathless to sound properly demanding, but the back and forth had always been a part of it for them, and Dave couldn't imagine sex without it now. "I'm waiting."

Travis pressed his thumb right under the head of Dave's cock and grinned when Dave inhaled sharply.

"Oh, we both know that in certain situations, you're more than willing to wait."

Isn't that the truth .

Any coherent thought was lost after that, because Travis closed his fist around Dave's cock as much as the fabric of his pants allowed, and the push and pull of so good-not enough-yeah right there forced a moan out of Dave he tried to swallow back.

"No, let me hear you." Travis released his hold on Dave to push his pants down enough to free his cock before returning to the same position a moment later.

Travis's arm was pressing barely above Dave's groin to keep him still and the other hand curled around Dave's cock again, tightening his hold almost to the point of pain. "Let it out, come on."

Tossing his head back, Dave gripped the throwaway blanket at his sides as he fought for breath. He'd forgotten how good it could feel to be restricted and overpowered. In real fighting situations, he would never willingly give ground, injury or not, but like this, here, with Travis… Dave wanted it.

He craved it.

When Travis's lips closed around the head of his cock, Dave's whole body went up in flames, pleasure spreading in every direction, the tension rising and rising. He heard a moan before he realized it was him, unchecked and desperate, already straining for more.

Dave did love to wait for an orgasm every now and then. Chasing the edge was addicting and dangerous in many ways, but never like this, because Travis would always get him to the finish line in the end. It allowed Dave to enjoy himself, to relish the moment, and get out of his head completely.

Lapping at Dave's cock as if it was a dessert, Travis moaned, too, then swallowed him down once again, as if determined now to push things along.

Because that was another thing, too—the patience game went both ways. For all that Travis loved teasing Dave, he himself had a hard time slowing down and making it last.

"Come on." Dave grabbed Travis's shoulder and held on, fingers digging too hard, but Travis only moaned in answer, which sent another wave of pleasure through Dave, making him hiss. "Fuck, yes."

He could feel the orgasm getting closer, circling around the edges of Dave's senses and pushing forward with each passing second but never quite passing the final line—

Then his cock hit the back of Travis's throat and all thoughts left Dave's head once again. Gripping Travis's shoulder, he tried to warn him, but Travis only hummed around him, sending him even higher as he came, and came, and came.

There didn't seem to be an end to it for a while, Dave's existence narrowed to the pleasure flowing through him without pause as he shook and moaned.

He would be arching off the couch if he could, but Travis's arm didn't even budge, the veins bulging and fingers pressing hard enough to leave white indents on Dave's skin.

You have me , Dave thought, right before he collapsed against the couch cushions, sweaty, spent, and grinning stupidly at Travis, who always grinned back.

You have me .