Chapter 14: Danil

"Welcome home."

"Rory, please, I told you not to do anything," I say over to Rory, who is standing in the doorway holding a handmade Welcome Home sign. A huge smile on his face.

"I know, and I decided to ignore you. Dom coming home is something to be celebrated."

I thought that Rory had been helpful when Dom had been in his coma, but this week, he was here almost every day, helping me get the place ready for Dom to come home. We measured all the doors to make sure that his wheelchair would fit through them, and they did. The bathroom was going to be a tight squeeze, but I would just carry Dom in there until his legs started to work again.

"Hi Rory," Dom says over to him. "That was really nice of you."

"You okay?" Dom suddenly looks really tired. With his body still recovering, it doesn't take him long to get tired at all.

"I'm a little sleepy," Dom replies, and I am pleased that he's being honest with me.

"I think that is my cue to leave," Rory replies, and goes over to Dom for a hug. "There is a casserole in the fridge. It will be fine for a couple hours. Oven is on low."

"Thanks Rory. You really didn't have to," I say over to him.

"I know, but what are friends for, right? Anyway, call me if you need anything," Rory states before walking out of the apartment and shouting bye over his shoulder.

"Okay, let's get you into bed," I say over to Dom.

"Oh, how the meaning of the words have changed in a few weeks," Dom says a little sadly.

"You're kidding right? You in my bed sounds amazing."

"Yeah, but I would prefer you saying those words and then making me see stars. I don't even know if I can get it up."

"There is plenty of time for that," I tell him because there is. I am in no rush. All I want at the moment is for Dom to get better. The main thing is that he's here, alive and with us. Sex can wait.

"So how do I get into the bedroom?" Dom asks, moving to push his wheels.

"Simple."

Going behind him, I push the chair further into the room. Me and Rory moved the coffee table away from the center of the room. Not a huge move but it made all the difference. I want Dom to feel like he has some independence.

Putting on his brakes, I walk around so that I'm standing in front of him. "I am so glad you are here." And I lean down, pressing my lips to his. "Give me a second while I pull the bedsheets back."

Going into the bedroom, I move the sheet, and when I turn around, I see that Dom has clicked off his brakes and wheeled his chair to the entrance of the room.

"Hey, you were supposed to stay in the living room."

"But…" Dom starts, but before he can say anything I stride over to him and put my arm under his legs. "Wrap your arms around my neck."

"Danil, what the hell are you doing?"

"Domenico, do not argue with me and do as you are told." Using his full name has the desired shock effect and he places his arms around my neck so I can pick him up out of the chair, which causes him to yelp.

Turning, I step over to the bed, placing him down on the mattress. "How do you want to sleep?" I ask, wondering if he wants me to change him into some sleep wear.

"With you," comes a rather sheepish reply.

"Well, that was a given. I mean, do you want to stay like that or change?" I clarify.

"You're taking a nap with me?" Dom asks, and I nod my head in agreement. "Can we be naked?" And a slight blush touches Doms cheeks.

"If that's what you want."

Going over to him, I remove his t-shirt before placing a kiss in the middle of his chest. "If I lift you up do you think you could push your pants and boxers down a little?" Dom nods his head, so I stand with my legs on either side of him and lift him carefully, so that he's almost standing. The hospital went over the proper way of lifting him and how to move him from chair to bed or chair to toilet.

Gently placing Dom back on the bed, I maneuver his pants and boxers down his legs and leave them on the floor, to watch as Dom places his hands on the bed and shuffles himself backwards up the mattress, picking up his legs to place them on the bed.

"Aren't you gonna lie down?" I ask.

"Nope. I have wanted to see you naked for weeks. I am not going to pass this opportunity up."

I can see that his arms are already beginning to shake with the strain of keeping himself upright and I know that he'd love for me to take my time, but he needs to rest, and I know that he will push himself. Trying to not look like I am rushing, I pull my t-shirt over my head and then turn my back to him, unzipping my jeans, pushing them over my ass and bending over. I might have given my ass a little wiggle for him.

"Now lie down," I command, and Dom finally lies down. But even in those few minutes he looks more exhausted. Hopefully he can get a few hours of rest now.

In all my final naked glory I go over to the bedroom door and close it, even though it's just us in the apartment, closing the door makes it feel more intimate. I turn off the bedside table lamp and go around to the other side of the bed, and climb in. I turn off the light on my side and shuffle over to Dom.

"Hey," I whisper over to him.

"Hey," comes a soft reply into the darkness, before he adds, "Come here."

I can faintly see that Dom has outstretched his arm for me to cuddle up next to him. Moving into his side, his arm draws around me and he pulls me in close.

"You feel so good next to me," Dom says.

"So do you." But I don't mention that I wish he could feel my hard on currently pressing into him. I debate for a second about telling him but then decide against it. His mental health seems to be okay, considering everything that he has gone through, and I don't want to risk setting that back. Instead, I kiss his pec and wait for his breathing to change and a small snore to fall from his lips before taking a deep breath, pulling the covers over us and letting sleep take me.

"Alessia!"

The sound of Dom screaming Alessias name pulls me from my sleep. I feel Dom's arms twitching. Rolling over, I quickly turn on the light and see that Dom is still fast asleep, but there are beads of sweat on his brow.

Fuck. He's having a nightmare.

"Dom, sweetie," I say gently, running my hand over his face that is clammy to the touch. "Dom." I repeat his name. I'm not sure if I should shake him, but I also don't want to startle him out of the dream. "Dom," I try again, but still get no response. Knowing I have no other option, I give him the gentlest of shakes.

"What?" Dom mumbles, sounding confused, as he slowly opens his eyes and looks around the room before turning to face me. "Danil."

"You were having a nightmare, sweetie."

"Alessia," Dom states back, just staring at me, before pain lances through his eyes and he breaks down in front of me.

Moving as fast as I can, I pull Dom to me and just let him cry into me. I gently run my hand through his hair. There is nothing I can say at this moment. Nothing I can do other than hold him. This is only the second time that I have seen him cry since hearing the news.

"I'm here," I say to him gently.

"I remembered seeing her in the car," Dom says into my chest. "Her eyes were open, but they weren't blinking, then everything went black."

Oh shit. I was hoping that his memories of the accident would never return. I'd hoped that he hadn't seen anything. But he clearly had, and my heart aches for him. But what on earth do I say? Saying sorry doesn't seem right.

"Dom, sweetie," is the only thing I can think of.

"Sorry," Dom mumbles as his sobs finally start to slow down.

"What the hell are you sorry for?" I ask.

"You didn't ask for this. An invalid boyfriend. You should be out there having fun. Not laying in bed with me."

"Dom. I am exactly where I want to be," I tell him straight. "And someone who abandons their boyfriend because they become injured, would be a dick in my eyes."

Dom doesn't say anything in response to this, but I feel his arms tighten around me and I feel him taking a deep breath.

"Do you want some more sleep, or are you hungry, or do you need the bathroom?" I ask him.

"Can we just lie here for a little while?" Dom asks. "I like being in your arms."

"Of course," I say, and putting my hand underneath his chin, I push his head up so that he's looking at me and I lean down and lock my lips with his. It's supposed to be a chaste kiss, but Dom's hand goes into my hair, grabbing at my scalp, locking me in place. His tongue runs along the seam of my lips, and I open willingly. If this is what Dom needs right now, then I am going to give it to him.

Dom's tongue invades my mouth, our tongues are twisting and twirling together as we drink each other in. I feel Dom slide us down the bed, never once breaking the kiss. We have managed the odd kiss here and there while Dom was in the hospital but nothing like this.

I'm not sure how he does it, but Dom manages to move so that he is lying on his side, and I can feel him trying to get closer to me. Not wanting him to hurt himself, I move closer to him, wrapping my arms around him and pulling him to me, when I feel something hard poke into me.

"You were worried about something not working?" I say, breaking the kiss.

"Huh?" Dom replies, looking confused.

Taking his hand in mine, I run it down his body, until he reaches his hard dick. Dom's eyes grow wide. "I'm hard."

"Yes, you are, and I'm about to have some fun," I tell him, pushing him onto his back and throwing back the bed covers.

I consider straddling Dom's legs but I worry about my weight resting on them. The last thing I want to do is cause him pain, so instead, I place kisses down the side of his body, taking his nipple into my mouth and swirling my tongue around it before letting it go and blowing on it. My breath causes goose bumps to appear on his skin, and a small moan slips from his mouth. When I look over at him, he's resting his head on the pillow, his face relaxed, but his eyes are closed.

"Look at me," I demand. "Watch what I'm doing. Remember what this feels like."

I have done a little bit of research, not much, but I know that Dom will be able to orgasm, even if it feels different. Doms other senses will be heightened, so I'm thinking that maybe if Dom watches me, sees his dick sliding in and out of my mouth, it will trigger memories of what it felt like before and this will help him climax.

Dom dutifully opens his eyes and looks at me, before pressing his chin against his chest and looking down. Fingers crossed he will be able to see enough of me from that angle to enjoy what I'm about to do as much as I will. I keep trailing kisses down Doms body until I'm level with his dick. Leaning over, I run my tongue up the length and down the wet trail I left behind, but Dom doesn't react.

"Need you to keep watching me, okay?" I say to him, "You might experience a weird sensation, but you might not experience anything."

I think Dom nods his head in agreement, though it's hard to tell with it resting on his chest, but I needed to make sure that Dom understood what was going to happen. He would want his body to react like it did before, and that might not happen.

Giving Dom a reassuring smile, I turn my attention back to his dick and run my tongue up its length again, before slipping my mouth over the head and running my tongue around the edge. I slowly move my mouth down his length. It feels so good to have Dom back in my mouth.

A moan slips from Doms mouth and I think getting him to watch is working, but I don't want to rush this. I want to take my time. I want to enjoy every inch of his flesh. The way my mouth stretches around him. It might have only been weeks since I was able to do this, but it feels so much longer.

I take in a deep breath, the scent of Dom filling my nose. A smell that is uniquely Dom. There is the smell of his shower gel that I swear has a woody spicy scent to it, but today there is the very faint underlying smell of something else, something almost chemical that lingers from his hospital visit. But its still Dom and he is still back in my bed where he belongs, and I cannot help a moan failing from my mouth.

I travel back up his length, making sure to show Dom his dick sliding out of my mouth, before I start the journey back down again, and I keep this slow rhythm up. Enjoying the feel of his skin against my lips.

"Oh fuck!" Dom exclaims, and I'm guessing he is liking the display that I'm putting on for him, so I speed up. When Dom exclaims again and I feel him shudder, I know that he has come. He didn't ejaculate but from what I read that sometimes doesn't happen either.

Giving his now softening tip a kiss, I move back up the bed, laying down next to him.

"Was that okay?" I ask over to him, but Dom is smiling and staring at the ceiling, so I'm guessing that's a yes.

"It felt different. I heard you moan. It seemed to cause a vibration, or something. It felt good. Not like before, but still good." And Dom turns his head to look at me, and this time there is a hint of sadness in his eyes.

"It will be like before, trust me. And until then, now that I know you can get hard, I have another idea I want to try."

"Which is?" Dom asks.

"You are just going to have to wait and see." My idea is something I haven't done in a while, and I want to make sure that Dom is completely rested so we can take it slow, not for Dom, but for me. A time when we can just roll over and go to sleep for the night. Its not something we can do after a nap.

"Mean," is the only reply Dom gives me.

"Completely. Now do you want to get up or can I bring food to you in bed?" I ask, ignoring the pouting face that Dom is giving me.

"I think..." Dom starts before licking his lips. "I want to return the favor. I see that you're hard. Isn't it killing you not to touch it?"

"It will go away soon enough."

"My legs might not work, but my mouth does," Dom demands. "Now stand at the side of the bed, legs apart, and do not argue."

Fuck, I forgot how hot Dom could be when he was being demanding, and I probably should protest. Tell him not to exert himself, but the thought of Dom's warm wet mouth around my dick is too much of a temptation to pass up.

Climbing off the bed, I stand on the edge, leisurely stroking myself as Dom maneuvers himself to the edge, swinging his legs over the side, so that he is nestled between my open legs. Dom swats my hand away and I feel his warm hand wrap around me.

He holds the base of my dick with one hand as his other grabs hold of my ass cheek, and he pulls me closer to him. He runs his tongue over my head before swallowing me whole, and my head drops back. I close my eyes as the sensation envelops me. It's so good, but then just like Dom, I need to watch. I need to see my dick as it slides in and out of his mouth.

With monumental effort I open my eyes and drop my head down, so I can watch Dom. His eyes are closed, and his hand is working in time with his mouth. Each of his movements are deliberate. He knows what I like, and he's making sure that I get the maximum enjoyment, but there is also this thought in the back of my mind telling me not to tire Dom out. But when he swishes his tongue around my head again, all thoughts leave my mind and all I can think of is the feel of Dom.

Doms movements start to increase in speed, as does the pressure of his hand, the combination causing my orgasm to build, and then my hand is in Doms hair, holding him still as I let my body take over. He lets me pump into his mouth and I am screaming his name as I come down his throat and standing has become a little difficult. I take a step and collapse on my back beside Dom on the bed. Breathing hard.

"Jesus, Dom," I say between breaths.

"Told you. Mouth still works."

Looking over at him, there is a self-satisfied smile on his face, and I need to wipe it off. Pushing myself back up, I grab his head and pull him over to me, with probably a little too much force, and lock lips, my tongue invading his mouth. The taste of me is still lingering there.

Finally breaking the kiss, Dom is breathing hard too, but his eyes are alight with passion, a light I haven't seen for a while.

"Yes, your mouth does work, and fuck was that good," I say. "Now, before you decided to blow my brains, I asked if you wanted food in here."

"I am sick of being in bed, can we eat in the living room?" Dom asks.

"No problem, but do you want to be dressed or naked? My vote would be naked, but then I always want to see you naked."

My statement has Dom rolling his eyes at me, but I can see him thinking about my statement, purely because he knows that if he remains naked, so will I.

"Clothes, I think," Dom eventually answers.

"And you call me mean," I say, giving him a wink.

I help him get dressed, and then just like before, I pick him up and carry him out to the living room, avoiding his chair completely. He could very well be stuck in that thing for a while, and I am enjoying carrying him. Beats weight training at the gym any day.