I woke to the sound of water running in the bathroom. The door was open, framing Mike showering behind transparent glass. Noticing me, he smiled and shut off the water. He slid open the door, grabbed a towel, providing me with a perfect view as he wiped the water from his naked body. He finished, stepped out, and hung his towel to dry.
"Morning," he said as he walked into Joe's bedroom, sitting naked on the bed beside me. "Joe's checking on the herd. He'll be back in a while, and we'll get the other room set up for you."
"Listen Mike," I started to say as his smile faded. "I am so sorry..." he cut me off.
"You have nothing to be sorry about. Joe and I wouldn't..." he trailed off, losing his words. After struggling in silence, he regrouped and continued. "My place is yours, and Joe feels the same. We'll help you get back on your feet," he said, looking serious. "No more sorry shit, alright?"
"Alright," I quietly replied.
Mike helped me up off the bed, and into the bathroom. Leaning my crutches against the sink, he helped me sit down on the toilet. He ran hot water onto a small towel as I emptied my bladder. When I'd finished, he began to bathe me with the hot towel.
He ran his fingers through my shaggy hair as he washed my face and neck. He washed my arms and continued to my chest and back. Kneeling down between my feet, he washed my left leg and foot, reaching around, not missing anything. He then carefully washed the unwrapped parts of my right leg and foot.
"The ER nurse said I need an appointment with a doctor at the end of this week, or the beginning of next. The swelling needs to go down before they can put on a cast."
"We can help you with that. When Joe's parents divorced, his mom moved them to Wilbur, 20 miles south. His best friend from there is our doctor. He's a good friend and we trust him."
Mike pulled me to my feet and washed my bare ass. Then pressing himself against my back, he steadied me while carefully washing my dick and balls. Mike then set the towel on the sink and helped me into the living room. He made me comfortable on the sofa, propping my leg and head with pillows, then covering me with a blanket.
"I'll make some breakfast; Joe should be back soon, and we can eat."
I lie there, gazing out through the large windows as my mind started to race, filling me with worry over rent, hospital bills and keeping my job. I felt completely overwhelmed, as tears filled my eyes.
As it would turn out, some of my fears were well founded, but I entirely underestimated the lengths Mike and Joe would go to for me. I'm ashamed to say, at that time in my life, I would not have done the same. This weekend had forced me down a different road, one that I never saw coming.
Joe returned a while later and they took seats in the living room to keep me company as we ate.
"Not sure if I imagined it, but my pain eased after we had sex last night." Joe smiled, swallowing his mouthful of food before speaking.
"Mark told me once that sex can ease pain and speed healing."
"Mark?" I asked, looking at Mike.
"Our doctor," Mike interjected, as Joe continued.
"Maybe we should help you find out." They both grinned and I smiled back, imagining some of the ways we might try.
We finished eating and they went to work, moving Joe's office into the loft above the kitchen and dining room. They then converted the space into a bedroom for me. The room mirrored Joe's own but slightly smaller. Each had a bathroom with separate shower and large tub. The walk-in closet was nearly as large as my studio apartment. Glass doors at the end led outside, onto the shared deck.
Within an hour they had finished, completing the job by making the bed. I only slept in it once that first week; Joe was making me feel right at home, generously helping me with our healing experiment. Mike returned to work on Monday, and I called in, letting Jacob know I had broken my ankle and couldn't drive for at least six weeks. Mike spent the first two nights at his place, stopping by briefly before leaving for work.
"Save some for me," he said, smiling, finding me in Joe's bed for the second morning in a row.
On Wednesday, Mike brought a paper bag containing the things from my locker, and an envelope. His look told me everything I needed to know. The envelope was my severance letter and final check.
"They hired Sergio's nephew. He starts next week," Mike said. I looked at the check.
"Greedy Motherfuckers!" I shouted. "They deducted twenty-five dollars for a missing pair of coveralls".
"I can try to return them," Mike said.
"No," I replied, "I'll put them to good use."
The loss of my job rattled me. I wasn't feeling amorous, so I hobbled to my room and went to bed early. Mike slept with Joe that night. It brought a smile to my face when I heard the telltale sound of Mike being fucked by Joe's monster. I listened quietly for the inevitable crescendo and then silence as they fell asleep.
The next morning Mike walked in, still wearing his sexy birthday suit, and gave me a kiss before throwing on his clothes. I grinned as I could see a subtle hitch in his step as he turned and walked out.
On Thursday, Joe was out with the cattle when Mike returned from work. They walked in together and sat down on the living room chairs. They were both grinning. They looked hopeful, and If I didn't know better, slightly giddy.
"My offer on the Phillip's place was accepted, it will be mine as soon as the paperwork is done." I recalled them talking about it as we hiked up to the spring. I was happy for Joe, but I could sense there was more to it.
"Mike was less than thrilled when I mentioned wanting to expand and bring in some help. He's not comfortable having just anyone wander the property." I could now see our destination.
"I want to offer you a job. We'll fix up the old house and it will be yours as long as you want to stay and work the land with me.
Things were moving so fast, but they were offering me work and shelter. I had lost my job and without income would soon lose my apartment. It was my best and only offer, and to be honest, I was quickly falling in love with these two men.
