Olly felt like he'd been sleepwalking his whole life and now he actually wanted to be doing things. Except he couldn't. Because he could barely pull on his own pants with both wrists broken.
A week after their first mind-blowing afternoon together, Chris was still coming over every day after school or after practice. Most days he had to head home soon after to have dinner with his family, but sad stories of his invalid friend left alone in an empty house with two broken wrists had started to wear down Chris's parents and he got permission to have an extended sleepover.
Olly's parents were thrilled when he told them Chris was offering to stay over with him to help him out. They had both started coming home after working late with guilty looks on their faces like they were being bad parents in their child's time of need. Olly said what he could to ease their worry, but when they came home and found Chris doing dishes in the kitchen one night they both thanked him endlessly and offered to pay for him to keep helping out.
Chris had waved the cash in Olly's face later and wondered aloud, "Do you think your parents know they are paying me to fuck you?"
Olly kicked him, but smiled.
So Chris packed a big bag and half-moved into Olly's room like a particularly attentive live-in nurse.
Their new normal was waking up together, Chris's arms wrapped around Olly's bare chest, his morning erection laying on Olly's thigh.
Before he left for school, Chris would roll himself over onto Olly, crushing their naked bodies together in a sleepy, grindy fuck. He rarely needed to reach for the lube as their teen hardons leaked and slid against each other.
Olly loved the weight of his friend pressing down on him, Chris's hands hooked under his arms to hold his shoulders. Cheek-to-cheek, their breath in each other's ears as they quietly squeezed out two loads between them.
Then, awake, they would giggle as Chris awkwardly wiped up their loads and cleaned off Olly's cock. They had a towel reserved for the job, but Chris would sample their mixed load and joke that Olly needed more fruit in his diet.
Chris would shower quickly alone, since there wasn't time in the morning to do the full plastic bag routine for Olly, but Olly enjoyed the show as his friend emerged from the steamy shower, shining with water dripping off his lean body. Chis would towel off in the doorframe and then get dressed in some combination of shorts and tank tops. Late June weather helped ease the school's dress code a bit, and Olly was jealous of all the people who would be able to watch Chris's bare shoulders all day.
Before he left, Chris would help Olly get into a fresh pair of sweatpants in case his parents were around, and then he'd leave Olly with a goodbye kiss and a promise he'd be back as soon as he could.
And then Olly was alone again.
He watched a movie and tried not to just doomscroll on his phone. Sometimes he threw on music and tried to read, but the e-reader he could use wasn't as satisfying as a real book, and the finicky process of turning pages had made him give up on that.
Video games, the thing that brought him and Chris together years before, were also out of the question. Olly tried to satisfy himself with some Twitch streams, but it wasn't the same. But when Chris came back and brought an Amazon package downstairs with him that had a game they had pre-ordered together before his accident, Olly had an idea.
"I'll watch you play it," he said.
