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Rafael and Wyatt returned to see Dr. Chen a week later, stepping into the familiar space with a mix of anticipation and relief. Rafael, dressed in a comfortable hoodie and jeans, looked significantly better than he had a week ago. Wyatt, like a protective shadow, walked beside him, his hand occasionally brushing Rafael’s back, ready to steady him if needed.
Other than occasionally going out to run some errands, Wyatt hadn't left Rafael's all week. They'd been practically inseparable. It was as if the last month had never happened, like a magic spell. Despite his injury, or perhaps because of it, this had been the best week of Rafael's life.
Dr. Chen greeted them with a warm smile as they entered the examination room. “Well, well, look who’s back,” she said, flipping through Rafael’s chart. “How are you feeling?”
“Better,” Rafael said, sitting down on the exam table. “The headaches are mostly gone, and I haven’t felt dizzy in a few days.”
Dr. Chen nodded approvingly. “That’s what I like to hear.” She approached with her penlight, checking his pupils and asking a few follow-up questions about his recovery. “Any lingering pain? Trouble sleeping? Blurred vision?”
“Nope,” Rafael replied. “I’ve been sleeping great, eating fine, and honestly, I feel almost back to normal.”
“That’s excellent news.” Dr. Chen stepped back, jotting down a few notes on her clipboard before turning to face them. “Looks like you’re healing up nicely. Your bruises are practically gone, and there’s no sign of lingering concussion symptoms. Your cognitive responses are perfect. As far as I’m concerned, you’re free and clear starting tomorrow.”
Rafael let out a whoop of excitement, his face lighting up with a grin. “Awesome!” he exclaimed, pumping his fist. Wyatt chuckled beside him.
Dr. Chen smirked, crossing her arms. “Now, don’t get too excited and start overdoing it. Just because you’re cleared doesn’t mean you should dive back into high-stress situations right away. Ease into your normal routine, okay?”
Rafael nodded, still beaming. “Don’t worry. I’ve had plenty of practice taking it easy this week.”
Wyatt chimed in, leaning casually against the counter. “And if he doesn’t, I’ll make sure to set him straight.”
Dr. Chen raised an eyebrow, her smile widening. “I don’t doubt that for a second. He’s in good hands.” She reached out to shake both their hands. “Take care of yourself, Rafael. And you too, Wyatt.”
Wyatt chuckled, his hand moving down and his fingers entwining with Rafael’s. “Well,” he began, glancing sideways at him with a twinkle in his eye, “I was thinking... how about I cook dinner tonight? Something a little special. You know, to celebrate you being a free man again.”
Rafael’s face lit up, his grin stretching from ear to ear. “That sounds amazing, babe!” he exclaimed, his voice bubbling with enthusiasm. “What’s on the menu? Are you finally going to whip out that lasagna recipe you keep bragging about?”
Wyatt smirked, unlocking the car and holding the passenger door open for Rafael. “Oh, I don’t know,” he teased, his tone playful. “I think it'll be a surprise. Maybe lasagna, maybe something else. Whether I tell you depends on how much you butter me up on the ride home.”
Sliding into the seat, Rafael laughed, his head tilting back against the headrest. “You don’t need buttering up, Wyatt. I’ve already got you wrapped around my finger.”
Wyatt leaned down slightly, his face inches from Rafael’s. “Is that so?” he asked, his voice low, his smile irresistible.
“Absolutely,” Rafael replied, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “But don’t let that stop you from making the best lasagna I’ve ever had.”
Wyatt rolled his eyes dramatically and shut the door, circling around to the driver’s side. As he started the car, he glanced over at Rafael. “You really know how to keep a guy on his toes, don’t you?”
“Just part of my charm,” Rafael quipped, winking.
Once inside, Wyatt wasted no time rolling up his sleeves and heading to the kitchen. “All right, Mr. Head-Banger, you relax on the couch. I’ll handle the rest.”
Rafael complied, though not without sneaking peeks at Wyatt as he moved around the kitchen with practiced ease. The sight of Wyatt chopping vegetables, stirring sauces, and humming along to a playlist on his phone made Rafael’s heart swell. He couldn’t help but think how lucky he was to have someone who cared for him so deeply, when just a week ago it had seemed like Wyatt wanted nothing to do with him.
As the enticing aroma of homemade lasagna began to fill the apartment, Rafael called out, “Hey, Wyatt?”
“Yeah?” Wyatt answered, peeking his head around the corner.
“I love you.”
Wyatt grinned, his face lighting up. “Love you too, Raf. Now sit tight—it’s almost ready. And I promise, this will be the best lasagna you’ve ever had.”
***
After setting the table, Rafael and Wyatt sat down to enjoy the masterpiece Wyatt had prepared. The lasagna was nothing short of perfection—layers of rich, savory sauce, perfectly melted cheese, and just the right amount of seasoning. Alongside it, Wyatt had prepared a crisp Caesar salad and toasted garlic bread that had Rafael’s taste buds singing.
“Wyatt, this is hands down your best yet,” Rafael said, his fork paused mid-air. “Like, I might actually have to propose to you over this meal.”
Wyatt smirked, leaning back in his chair with a self-satisfied look. “I knew I was good, but marriage material? I’ll take it. Just say the word, Raf.”
Rafael laughed, shaking his head. “Don’t let it go to your head. But seriously, this is amazing.”
After dinner, as they cleared the table and washed the dishes together, Rafael noticed a mischievous gleam in Wyatt’s eye.
“What’s that look for?” Rafael asked, narrowing his eyes.
“Well,” Wyatt began, drying the last dish and putting it away, “since we’re celebrating, I thought we could play a little game. The perfect couples game for two guys who work in finance.”
Rafael raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “What kind of game?”
Five minutes later, they were sprawled on the living room floor, the Monopoly board spread out between them. “You seriously think this is the perfect couple’s game?” Rafael asked, grinning as he rolled the dice.
“Absolutely,” Wyatt replied confidently. “Think about it—strategy, fake money, properties... It’s basically our day jobs but way more fun.”
“You know this is going to end in a fight, right? Monopoly ruins friendships. Imagine what it’ll do to us,” Rafael teased, moving his token and promptly landing on one of Wyatt’s properties.
"If we can survive monopoly, I think we can survive anything," Wyatt smirked, rubbing his hands together like a cartoon villain. “Pay up, buddy. This property isn’t going to maintain itself.”
Rafael groaned dramatically, tossing his faux cash in Wyatt’s direction. “You’re ruthless.”
“Ruthless and winning,” Wyatt said with a grin.
The game carried on for hours, Rafael’s competitive streak emerging in full force. Wyatt’s calculated strategies kept him ahead—until Rafael pulled a surprise move that turned the tables and left Wyatt scrambling to avoid bankruptcy.
“Where did that come from?” Wyatt asked, genuinely impressed as Rafael gleefully scooped up property after property.
“Just proving that I’m the brains of this operation,” Rafael said, winking.
By the time they finally called it quits—declaring Rafael the winner—they were both too tired to care about tidying up the board. Wyatt collapsed onto the couch, pulling Rafael down beside him.
“That was fun,” Wyatt said, his voice soft as he rested his head against Rafael’s shoulder.
“Yeah, it was,” Rafael agreed, smiling. “Though I’m pretty sure you’re going to demand a rematch tomorrow.”
Wyatt chuckled. “Count on it.”
As they eventually changed into pajamas and climbed into bed, the warmth of the evening lingered between them. Rafael wrapped an arm around Wyatt, holding him close as they settled under the covers.
***
Rafael and Wyatt woke up the next morning tangled together beneath the soft sheets, the sunlight filtering through the curtains casting a golden glow over the room. The air was filled with the quiet hum of birds outside and the warmth of their shared space. Rafael stirred first, stretching his arms lazily before leaning over to press a kiss to Wyatt’s forehead.
“Good morning, stud,” Rafael murmured, his voice still heavy with sleep but warm and affectionate.
Wyatt cracked one eye open, a slow grin spreading across his face as he tightened his arm around Rafael. “Mmm, good morning, sexy,” he replied, his voice a low rumble. “You ready to finally get back out there? Back to the world of the living?”
“Hell yeah, man!” Rafael grinned, the excitement clear in his tone.
Wyatt pushed himself up onto one elbow, his gaze scanning Rafael’s face carefully. “And you’re feeling perfectly fine? Like, really fine?” His tone was serious, though his lips twitched like he was fighting a teasing smile.
“Yes, Wyatt. I’m perfectly fine,” Rafael said, rolling his eyes but grinning all the same.
“No lingering pain? No dizziness? No aches or complaints?”
“None whatsoever,” Rafael confirmed, sitting up straighter to prove his point.
“You're ABSOLUTELY certain?”
"Yessir," Rafael saluted playfully.
Wyatt squinted at him for a moment, clearly still a little skeptical. “Good,” he finally said.
Before Rafael could respond, Wyatt lunged forward, pinning him down against the mattress. Rafael barely had time to react before Wyatt’s lips were on his, insistent and warm, and his tongue was buried in Rafael's mouth. The kiss was slow at first, filled with affection and teasing, but quickly grew more passionate as Wyatt’s hands roamed over Rafael’s shoulders and chest. Wyatt’s weight pressed against him, grounding him in the moment, and Rafael couldn’t help but moan into the kiss before pulling Wyatt even closer.
Wyatt quickly pulled down his own pants, and unzipped Rafael's fly. Immediately, he sank down on Rafael's hard cock, his hole already lubed. "Ahhhhhh FUCK yeah!" Wyatt groaned. "I've been waiting to do that for over a month!" He moaned aloud, his body bucking up and down. Rafael's hands wrapped around Wyatt's muscular waist. He helped pull Wyatt up and down, his cock burying in Wyatt's hole each time. Rafael could see his cock disappearing into Wyatt's ass over and over, his cock glistening from Wyatt's juices. Wyatt reached down behind him and started to play with Rafael's balls, letting Rafael feel them being tugged. Rafael sucked on Wyatt's nipples, his fingers running through Wyatt's hair.
“Holy fuck, Wyatt,” Rafael growled, his fingers tightening their grip as he thrust upward into Wyatt’s hole. "You're so tight, man! Fuck!"
"Fuck me, Raf! Pound my tight little hole so hard I can't walk!" Wyatt moaned, his hips thrusting back as Rafael slammed up into him over and over again.
Wyatt reached down to grab his cock, stroking it in time with Rafael’s thrusts. “God, man,” Wyatt gasps, his voice growing hoarse, “you feel so fucking good.”
Rafael moaned, his whole body shaking with pleasure. “You're so tight and warm and goddamn perfect.” He panted as he pulled Wyatt down onto his cock once again. “So fucking perfect.”
Wyatt took control again, slamming down hard on Rafael. "Fuck yeah! You feel so fucking HUGE inside of me, dude!" He slammed down again. "Fuck, I needed this so bad! I needed you so bad!" He slammed down a third time. Wyatt was fucking his boyfriend's cock hard now, using it like fucking owned it, making Rafael squirm in pleasure like he'd never done before. He could see Wyatt's cock bouncing up and down in time with each slam, his balls slapping Rafael's ass cheeks.
“Harder! Faster! Fucking fuck me!” Rafael commanded, his hips thrusting upward to meet Wyatt’s forceful motions. Wyatt fucked him so hard, Rafael's entire body was shaking from the force of the thrusts. Rafael moaned over and over again, his ass shaking with the force of Wyatt's thrusts, as Wyatt pounded his cock, his tight hole sliding up and down along Rafael’s massive shaft. Wyatt leaned forward and sucked on Rafael's neck, as he fucked him hard, his tongue running all over Rafael's neck and jawline.
"You taste so good," Wyatt moaned. He moved his mouth down, sucking on Rafael's nipples now.
Rafael’s breath caught, his hips bucking upwards even more as Wyatt played with him. "I’m not going to last long, babe, fuck. Fuck! You feel so good!"
“I don’t want you to!” Wyatt cried, his body already trembling. “Cum inside me, baby. Fill me up! You’re going to make me cum soon!” He gasped loudly, his dick leaking precum all over Rafael’s abs. Wyatt groaned, his ass taking Rafael's cock like a champ. He was fucking himself on Rafael's cock so hard now that he could feel his own asscheeks slapping his thighs. It hurt a little bit, but he was determined to get Rafael to fill him up. He felt Rafael's cock swell inside of him and he knew he was close. “Fuck, yeah! Give it to me! Fill my tight hole up with your fucking jizz, Raf! Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Wyatt slammed down on his boyfriend's cock, moaning and whimpering each time it slid into him.
“Ah fuck,” Rafael grunted, his hands pushing Wyatt down and impaling him even further onto his cock. “I’m going to cum baby, I’m going to cum NOW!” With a cry, Rafael thrust one last time into Wyatt, his hips shaking as he came deep inside of Wyatt. “Fuuuuuck yessssss!” he screamed, his cock exploding into Wyatt’s ass. He moaned and groaned as his cum spurted out of his cock and into Wyatt's warm hole. His hand found Wyatt’s, gripping his tightly as he filled him up to the brim. At the same time, Wyatt squeezed Rafael's cock with his muscles, milking every last drop of cum from Rafael's cock. Rafael gasped as Wyatt’s ass clenched around his cock, causing him to let out a low growl of pleasure. "Wyatt!" he groaned, his back arching as more of his cum burst forth from his cock. Rafael pumped rope after rope of his milky cum into Wyatt's hole. Rafael moaned at the feeling of his cum being squeezed out of him by Wyatt’s strong muscles, his entire body shaking from the force and intensity of his orgasm. He moaned, grunting like an animal as he pumped his cum into Wyatt.
Rafael's load was hitting just the right spot, pushing Wyatt to the edge. "YESSSS!" Wyatt screamed, his eyes rolling back into his head. His body began to shake. Rafael could feel Wyatt's balls tighten as they rose up higher on his shaft. "AAAAAAAGGGHHHH!!! OH GOD. FUCK MEEEEE!!!". As he came all over Rafael's chest, his ass clenched tighter around Rafael's cock, milking him of every last drop of his load.
"FUCK YES!" He groaned as the ropes of his cum flew from his cock like fireworks, exploding onto Rafael without having touched himself. Cum dripped down Rafael's abs, down into his pubes and over his balls, over his thighs and onto the bed below them. Rafael's body shook in pleasure as Wyatt's cum rained down all over him, covering him in a sticky mess. Wyatt's moans grew louder and louder as he unloaded all his cum into Rafael, his breath heavy as he came. Wyatt shot load after load, until his cum stopped after what felt like minutes. His hole clenched up Rafael's cock one last time, as if trying to suck out another load.
When he finally finished, he collapsed onto Rafael, his whole body weak from his powerful orgasm. "Fuuuuck yeah, babe. That was incredible. I missed that," he said, once both of them stopped moaning and grunting and shaking in ecstasy.
"So did I," Rafael said, panting. "You were like a fucking animal! I loved it!" He kissed Wyatt's sweaty, cum-covered forehead.
Rafael’s cock eventually slipped out of Wyatt’s ass, and Wyatt’s cum dripped from Rafael’s body. They didn’t move, completely content just being here in each other’s arms. Eventually, Wyatt stood up and cleaned them off with a towel, but then they quickly snuggled back under the covers, Wyatt's head on Rafael's chest. “Wow,” Wyatt whispered. “That was fucking amazing.”
“Definitely the best way to wake up in the morning," Rafael agreed.
After a few more minutes of lazy cuddling and stolen kisses, the warmth of the morning coaxed them out of bed. Wyatt reluctantly rolled off Rafael, stretching his arms with a satisfied groan. Rafael, tousle-haired and still grinning from their earlier sex, swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood. Wyatt quickly followed, groaning dramatically as he stretched, his shirt riding up just enough to make Rafael pause and admire the view.
"Let's go get ready babe," Wyatt said.
“Alright, fine,” Rafael said with a chuckle, running a hand through his own messy hair. “But I’m claiming the shower first before you hog all the hot water.”
Wyatt smirked, leaning casually against the doorframe. “Fair enough. Just don’t take too long, or breakfast will get cold.”
Rafael waved him off, heading toward the bathroom. The sound of running water soon filled the apartment as Wyatt made his way to the kitchen, rolling up his sleeves. The early sunlight streaming through the windows gave the small space a cozy glow, but Wyatt felt a familiar warmth bloom in his chest as he thought about how natural this morning routine with Rafael felt by now; it quickly faded when Wyatt remembered that it would end, and he'd be going back to his own apartment today.
He rummaged through the fridge, pulling out eggs, bacon, and some vegetables for a quick omelet. Humming a tune under his breath, Wyatt worked quickly, his movements efficient but still unhurried. As the bacon sizzled in the pan, he glanced over his shoulder toward the bathroom door. The faint sound of Rafael singing made him grin. Maybe it was just the bathroom acoustics, but he sounded surprisingly, incredibly good; practically professional-level. He had no idea Rafael could sing. Wyatt shook his head, chuckling. He was learning new things about his boyfriend everyday. There was something endearing about it, something that made his heart squeeze just a little. He shook his head again, turning his attention back to the stove.
By the time Rafael emerged from the bathroom, towel slung low around his hips and hair still damp, the kitchen was filled with the mouthwatering aroma of freshly cooked breakfast. He paused in the doorway, leaning against the frame with a playful smirk.
“Damn, Wyatt. You’re making me look bad with all this domestic perfection,” Rafael teased, crossing the room to grab a mug of coffee Wyatt had already set out for him.
“Please,” Wyatt scoffed, flipping an omelet with a flourish. “You’ve got other talents. Like taking ridiculously long showers. Or singing. I didn't know you could sing like that!”
“Hey, I had to look my best for you,” Rafael said, shooting Wyatt a wink before taking a sip of coffee. “Besides, it’s not like I can compete with this.” He gestured at the spread on the counter—plates piled high with crispy bacon, fluffy omelets, and golden toast.
Wyatt grinned, sliding the final omelet onto a plate. “You’re damn right you can’t. Now sit down and eat before I change my mind about sharing.”
Laughing, Rafael took a seat at the table, watching as Wyatt brought over the food.
