Page 3 of Forged Forever

As Seb gently brings me down from the high, I sigh and my body goes limp in his arms. He wraps an arm around my waist as I gather my scattered thoughts and refocus on my surroundings. Blinking my eyes open, I realize he’s still hard in my hand. I continue to pump him as my brain comes back online, turning to face him.

Reaching up on my toes, I use my hand on the back of his neck to pull his head closer for a kiss, and I feel him harden even further. Tightening my grip, I twirl my tongue with his as his body goes rigid against me.

I swallow his moan as hot spurts of cum land on my stomach and hand. Seb shudders, and small trembles wrack his body, as he leans more heavily on me and tries to catch his breath. Smiling to myself, I wait until he settles before pulling back. I grab the pouf and squeeze some bodywash onto it so I can wash myself clean.

As I’m lathering up, Seb tilts my head back to get my hair wet so he can wash it for me, and his fingers feel amazing massaging my scalp. I step into the stream of hot water to rinse off as Seb grabs the pouf. Once I’m rinsed, I step out of the water for Seb to use. He quickly washes up and turns off the water.

Stepping out of the steam from behind the fabric shower curtain, I grab us each a towel to dry off. “Feeling better, Sunshine?” Seb asks.

“Yes. That was fun,” I smile at him.

Seb gives me a quick kiss before strutting out into the bedroom naked. I wrap the towel around my chest and brush my teeth before dressing.

E's already in bed asleep when I enter the dimly lit room. Seb walks straight to my bed from the closet, wearing basketball shorts. I open the door to check and see if Alex is awake, but the main room is dark except for the stove light, so I close the door and join Seb in bed. “Night Hurry,” I whisper as he wraps me in his arms from behind.

“Goodnight, Sunshine,” he mumbles, already half asleep.

Chapter 2

The next morning, I wake up to an empty bed. Looking across the room, I see Seb lightly snoring like a starfish on his back on the double bed. Flinging the covers off, I swing my legs over the side of the bed and stand, but quickly get dizzy and fall backwards onto my butt. My head is pounding, but it’s not a regular headache. As I try to figure out what’s happening, a series of sneezes, one following the other, erupt from me and my nose runs. Oh crap.

Flopping back onto the bed, my ears pop painfully. This must be why I was feeling off last night. Given the stress and nonstop activities, catching a virus shouldn’t surprise me. I reach over to the nightstand and grab my phone to text Dad that I’m up and have a cold.

E pops his head into the room to find me awake and lying on top of the bed. Another sneezing fit hit me as he enters. “Are you sick?” E asks, concern etching his features.

“Apparently.” I croak, slowly sitting up, noticing my throat is sore too.

“Breakfast is ready. I’ll see if Alex has any cold medication for you.”

“Thanks, E,” my voice cracks as I speak. Just great.

Our talking stirs Seb, who sits up, rubbing his face as he looks around. “What’s going on?”

“Summer has a cold,” E tells him. “Come out for breakfast when you’re ready.” He leaves and closes the door.

“Shit Sunshine. What can I do?” Seb comes over to give me a hug, but I put my hand out to stop him. “We made out a few hours ago, so I already have your germs.”

Well, crap, that’s true, so I let him cuddle me. “E is checking for meds, and I need some tea.”

“Okay, let me get your bag.” Seb grabs me some clothes for the day and helps me stand. Once the dizziness fades, he quickly dresses himself while I slug through the process of changing my clothes. Geez, my body feels like I got hit by a truck. This is a tough virus. I can’t remember the last time I felt so miserable from a cold.

Seb steers me to the bathroom and sits me on the toilet before closing the door. Chuckling to myself, which leads to a coughing fit, I pee and wash up. Once Seb hears the faucet, he re-enters the room and wraps his arms under my butt to walk me to the corner of the couch. My head lolls in the crook of his neck like a bobblehead. He sets me down, adding two pillows to my back and pulls the blanket down to cover me, tucking it around my body.

Alex walks over with hot tea and a box of tissues. “I am afraid we do not have any cold medication in the house, but I will run out and get some.”

“Thanks, but I can go get some, Alex.” I sound like I smoke a pack a day of cigarettes right now.

A frown mars his face as he pulls out his phone, turning on the flashlight app. “May I see your throat?”

Nodding, I tilt my head up and open my mouth for him to have a look. Saying “ahh,” I end up coughing, so I quickly cover my mouth with the back of my hand. I don’t want anyone else to get sick.

“You have a very swollen and red throat. I would like to call the doctor, as I believe you will need an antibiotic.”

“Thanks, Alex.” I take a sip of my warm tea, which is initially very hard to swallow, but I ask E for some honey, and it helps me get it down. I mentally catalogue the herbs I have at home, trying to figure out if there’s anything I can use to help me.

Alex leaves the room after texting and brings back a thermometer. Opening my mouth, I let it sit below my tongue until it beeps. “102,” Alex comments. He grabs some Tylenol for me, but I end up needing him to crush it into a spoonful of yogurt. Damn.

E brings me some soft toast and scrambled eggs, but I don’t have an appetite right now, so I just nibble on the inner parts of the buttered toast. This sucks. I ask Seb for my phone so I can text Jake that I won’t be over to visit today because of my illness.