I sniffled. "O-okay..."
He leaned forwards, gently pressing his lips into mine for mere seconds before pulling away. He was smiling again. "Let's get you some breakfast, then we'll clean you up and get you into some new clothes, okay?" He said softly as he picked me up. I nodded, feeling like a young child who has to be mothered. He carried me into the kitchen, setting me down. He began cooking and the smell of bacon and eggs filled the room. I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath. He chuckled, glancing back. "You definitely need some good cooking." He said.
A little while later he set two plates on the table. Sitting across from me, he said a quick prayer to himself before digging in. I took a hesitant bite. My mouth felt like it was melting with joy! "Mmm..." I hummed softly. He smiled brightly. "Like it?"
"Love it." I said after I swallowed. The rest of the meal was eaten in silence as we enjoyed the food. We chased it with milk before he stood, taking all the dishes and putting them in the sink. He walked over, taking my hand and pulling me into a gentle hug. "Let's get you cleaned up." He said gently, leading me to the shower. I felt shivers travel my spine. As he closed the door behind us, he turned on the shower, working on getting just the right temperature. "Get those dirty clothes off." He said as he worked.
Blushing brightly, I began stripping. First came the shirt, then the suit, then socks and shoes, then pants and the black boxers. I could feel my dick start to awaken, curious. I wasn't too well hung, about average, but when Noah turned around, he looked like he just found the most beautiful thing in the world. "Check and see if you like the temperature." He said after clearing his throat a little. I nodded and walked past him, feeling his eyes follow me the entire way. The moment the water hit me, I groaned softly, closing my eyes. It felt great after everything yesterday. I stood there for a moment or two before Noah wrapped his arms around my waist, pressing a gentle kiss to the side of my neck.
"Let me clean you up." He whispered into my ear, making me shiver. He stepped back, grabbing the soap. He ran his hands across my back and over my shoulders in soothing circles, soaping me up really well. Then he rubbed my ass, carefully and gently massaging, relaxing me. I moaned softly. It felt very nice. He turned me around and began soaping my chest. He smiled. "You're muscles feel amazing..." He said, soaping up my arms before returning to my chest, gentle circles moving towards my stomach. I shuddered. He began soaping my stomach and I stepped back. He tensed. "Sorry, I-"
"That tickles..." I said, blushing hard. He chuckled softly. "Okay." He said, kneeling down and soaping the rest of me up. He rinsed me off before pressing on my shoulders. "Sit down." He said in a gentle voice, an I did so. He sat on the back of the tub and began shampooing my hair, gentle. My headache melted away slowly and he soaped my hair really well before rinsing it. Turning the water off, he stepped out and grabbed a towel, drying my hair before drying me off. He wrapped a towel around my waist. "Go sit on the bed. I'll be in there in a moment." He said. I nodded, walking out and and towards the bedroom. I felt slightly embarrassed. He was treating me almost like a child... But at the same time I felt like he was slowly helping me recover. I sat on the bed for several minutes, I'd guess about five to ten, when Noah returned in a red t-shirt and black shorts, carrying a blue polo, black boxers, and khakis. He laid the clothes down and smiled. "Here... Try these on."
I looked from him to the clothes. "I can ge-"
Noah shook his head. "You need clean clothes so we can go shopping, get you some different clothes, and then go face that bastard who has your house. Okay?" He said, placing a hand on my shoulder. I nodded, grabbing the shirt and slipping it on. I pulled the boxers on. They fit pretty well, not the best, but well. The shorts were a little too big. He laughed softly as they fell back to my ankles. Leaving, he returned a minute later with a belt. Putting it on, the shorts stayed up. I pulled on my shoes and he grabbed my hand. "C'mon. Let's go." He said, grabbing a duffel bag on the way out. When we got outside, I gasped softly. My car was laying upside down in his yard by the road.
All the windows were broken, the front was practically crushed, the front hood laying on the edge of the road, the side was crumpled and the top was pushed down. I was amazed I had even fit through the small gap that had been the drivers side window! Noah tugged gently on my hand, pulling my pained gaze away from the old Chevy that my dad used to have. Noah opened the door to a Navy 2010 Mustang GT. Compared to my 1990 Ford Chevy, his car was amazing. I slipped into the passenger side and he closed the door, jumping in the driver's seat and starting her up. Her engine purred like a lion. I smiled faintly. "Wow." I said.
He smiled. "Christmas gift from my Uncle last year." He said, pulling out. He drove to the mall and we shopped around. He bought me several shorts, a suit, a couple of polos, and a few t-shirts, all at my reluctance. I constantly told him he didn't need to do that, that wasn't necessary, but he just laughed and bought it anyway. Once back in the car, he set a gentle hand on mine. "Ready?"
I nodded, swallowing thickly. "Yeah."
He pat my hand before starting the car. I told him my address and he drove straight over. Zach's Jeep was in the driveway. I looked at Noah. "I-I'm going to kick him out. The house is under my name-"
Noah nodded. "You don't need to explain. I'll be right here, just call out."
I nodded.
"And if he's not out in 10 minutes, I'm going in, okay?"
I nodded again. He gave me a supportive smile. "You can do this."
I nodded once more before taking a deep breath, getting out. I walked to the front door... Locked. Great. I knocked and Zach opened the door. He smiled. "Mark, I-"
"We need to talk." I said seriously, crossing my arms. He frowned.
"Come on in." He opened the door. The moment I stepped in, he closed the door behind me. I sat on the easy chair in the living room. He sat on the couch. "What's this about?"
"You left me. You said..." I took another deep breath, keeping my emotions in check. "You said you wanted to leave, and now because of an accident you want to come running back?" I said quietly.
He rolled his eyes. "You'd die without me. You can't take care of yourself and you need someone to do it for you!" He said as calmly as he could muster.
"I don't need anyone to take care if me. I couldn't see two feet from the window and the other guy was on the wrong side of the road."
