Chapter 269
Cross sat disappointedly on the bed and waited for Andre to wrap his wrist.
Nothing had happened!
The moment Andre had kissed him, he thought they were off to some steamy makeup, but to his dismay, Andre had pulled away and hadn't spoken to him since then, except when he asked him to shower.
Now, he sat in silence watching the guy he so desperately wanted to fuck walk around the room with a stoic face.
Andre walked over to Cross with the first aid kit, placing it down and trying to figure out how to open it.
"It's right here," Cross whispered, pressing in a square dial that made the lid pop up.
Andre glanced at him but didn't say anything.
"You're welcome," Cross muttered.
Andre ignored him and reached in to take out the flat paper that was lying on top of the things he needed for Cross's treatment.
"What's that?" Cross leaned in as Andre raised the paper to read.
"I hope you found it helpful. No, his wrist doesn't hinder your libido. I was just kidding, his wrist is not that serious, just... don't let him stress. Nurse Garcie," Cross read out with a creased brow.
They shared a look, and together they looked down into the first aid kit, and it was something they never expected.
Lubes were neatly lined inside the box, and not a single first aid equipment was in there. Just lubes after lubes.
Cross smirked, lifting his face to look at Andre's shocked one, "She's not wrong. She knows exactly what I need to feel better..." he murmured, his hand raising to Andre's waist to gently tug him closer, "Your dick is the SOS I need right now, Papito... I want some of that heat you’re holding back.” Cross’s voice was low, teasing, his fingers tightening slightly on Andre’s waist as he pulled him closer, the smirk on his lips growing bolder.
Andre’s eyes flicked from the lubes in the kit to Cross, his shock morphing into something else—something heated, though he tried to keep his face neutral. “You’re supposed to be resting,” he said, voice gruff, but he didn’t pull away.
“Resting’s overrated,” Cross shot back, his good hand sliding up Andre’s side, slow and deliberate. “Nurse Garcie’s orders—don’t let me stress. And trust me, I’m 'stressed' right now.” He leaned in, lips brushing just shy of Andre’s ear. “You gonna help me out or what?”
Andre’s jaw tightened, his breath turning shallow, 'Resist him' he said to himself as he set the paper down, his hand lingering over the kit of lubes, eyes locked on Cross. “You’re trouble,” he muttered, but his tone betrayed the spark of interest Cross was banking on.
“Only the best kind,” Cross whispered, tugging Andre closer between his legs with a grin.
Andre stared at Cross's face, inhaling deeply to calm his heating body, "I'm not interested. Thanks for the offer, though." He stepped away and moved over to the side of the bed, "Since there's no treatment for you tonight, go to bed." He tapped the bed, looking him a serious gaze at Cross.
"There's actually a treatment, you're the one not administering it," Cross muttered.
"I'm not messing around, Cross," Andre said sternly.
"Chill bro. I got it," He replied and shifted inside the bed until he got to the side where Andre was standing, looking up at his pissed face.
He knew exactly what he did.
"What did you say?" Andre asked darkly, his fists clenching beside him.
Cross blinked innocently, "I said, Chill bro, I got it." He repeated slowly for more effect.
"Bro?" Andre arched a brow, his face disapproving.
Cross smiled, "Since we're not fucking... yeah, I guess so, bro." He whispered, "Are you going to do something about that? If you don't like that title, change it. You know exactly what to do." He winked at Andre, slowly biting down on his lower lip.
Andre frowned, "This shows you're not remorseful enough. You only think about sex, you don't think of how deeply the other person is hurting." He scoffed and stepped away from the bed.
Cross caught Andre’s wrist with his good hand, pulling him back to the side of the bed.
"Bro, come on. I don't know what else you want me to do. I regret every single word I said, every single action I took. I'm ready to take whatever discipline you have for me, but, you know I can never hide that I want to spread my fucking legs for you. It's also my way of apology, you know..." he pouted, blinking slowly.
"Then, maybe you should learn better ways of apologising," Andre snatched his hand from Cross.
"I'm suffering, Andre. Are you not even going to cuddle me?" Cross asked softly.
Andre chuckled, "Bros don't cuddle." He said and walked over to the door.
Cross watched with disappointment as Andre walked away from him. However, he heard the door lock and saw Andre walking back to the bed to get on the other side.
"You're staying with me?" Cross questioned, shifting toward Andre in excitement.
"Do not touch me, Cross. I'm just here for duty's sake. My boss wouldn't want me abandoning his little cousin. It's what any sensible employee would do," Andre replied, placing his hands behind his head as he stared at the ceiling.
Cross sighed, "Since you're doing your duty..." he moved closer, "Then can I place my hand on your chest? Nurse Garcie says it needs elevation while I sleep." He suggested, already placing his hand on Andre's chest.
Andre didn't react; he kept staring at the ceiling, unblinking. "You can, Cross. Just don't have my dick in your mouth at dawn. I'm serious." He warned.
Cross smiled, "Cuddling himself beside Andre, "Bros don't do that, Andre. You're safe with me." He murmured, pressing himself against Andre’s side.
Andre sighed.
He didn't trust Cross, and for the love of God, he really hoped Cross wouldn't try anything crazy while he slept.
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Author: HBD To Me 🥰. Thanks for being a part of my life, even if it's from a distance ❣️.
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