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Bucky woke up with Grant snuggled up to him, head on his chest and one leg thrown over Bucky's. He smiled down at his nurse, savoring a little bit that he could, that his neck was free now. He wiggled his fingers and sighed happily, floating in a haze of kinky joy, slow waking up, and knowing that soon he would be hand-fed breakfast.
Grant woke up not much later, wriggling and sighing and shoving his face further into Bucky's neck.
“Morning, honey,” Bucky said warmly. “Oh, sleepy. It's okay, love, you'll be able to rest after I go home later today,” he comforted. And he would – Bucky would see to it that Steve didn't have to lift a finger for himself for as long as he could get away with it. (Preferably several days, probably several hours. If he was lucky.)
“Hey, no.” Grant pushed himself up on one arm and rested his free hand on Bucky's face, curving around his jaw. “I'm fine, ragdoll. I'd take care of you for weeks, if you needed it.”
“I know,” Bucky soothed. “But you've worked hard. Here, snuggle up a little, we don't have to get up right away.” He moved his arms in a slightly abortive hug, kind of getting them along Grant, and he kissed the top of Grant's head. “Promise me I get to hug you after the casts are off?”
Grant giggled, curling tightly around his patient. “I promise! We'll need a little time after they come off anyway – you have to get used to walking again and all of that. Maybe one last therapy session. Just to make sure you're all ready to go home.”
“I'd like that very much,” Bucky said. “Hey, move so I can kiss you properly?”
Grant laughed and scooted up, and they kissed sweetly, giggling when their respective morning stubble rubbed together.
“I love you,” Bucky said, and dove in for a few more kisses, until they really did have to get up.
They started with coffee and a small breakfast, Grant hand-feeding Bucky for the last time (for awhile, anyway). Bucky moved easily on crutches now, having worked out how to swing his hips and move and stay steady, and he happily got himself to the kitchen and then back to the bedroom when they were done.
“I'm going to take the casts off. I've got pressure bandages if your arm and leg are still sore, but I want to see how you do without them,” Grant explained, after he'd helped Bucky onto the bed, lying so he was nice and comfy.
Bucky nodded, supressing a little wiggle. He was going to be able to move again! As much as he enjoyed being a kind of walking (hobbling), talking sex toy, he couldn't wait to wrap his arms around Grant, to reach for things as he needed them, to be independent again.
Grant got to work on the protective casts first, removing them quickly. Bucky went through the range of motions easily, of course, from the tips of his fingers to the tips of his toes, wiggled as Grant gave him a little foot massage.
“Now for the other arm and leg. Remember, if it hurts too much, we can give you a little support,” he said, and carefully started to take off Bucky's 'real' casts, starting with his arm.
It had had the longest to heal, and although Bucky was cautious at first, it moved easily, and he promised Grant it didn't hurt, and got a little kiss for his good healing reward. He also, finally, finally got to hug Grant properly.
His nurse laughed and hugged him back, winding up laying between his legs while they made out a little, Bucky's cast pressed against Grant's hip.
“Stop distracting me,” Grant scolded, and then had the temerity to kiss Bucky's throat, nipping very gently at his pulse point.
“I'm distracting?” Bucky muttered, when he could make words again.
“Completely. Utterly. Disgustingly,” Grant assured him, finally sitting up and going back to work. “Lying there all cute. You should be outlawed.”
“You really have worked too hard, you're 'round the bend, love,” Bucky said happily, stretching his arms over his head as Grant tenderly removed his last cast. This was always bittersweet but, well – they would play again, obviously.
“Okay,” Grant said quietly, running his hands down Bucky's leg, massaging it a little just to make sure the blood was flowing. “Move your knee for me, ragdoll – oh, that's good, that's perfect,” he praised, as Bucky slowly moved all his joints, and carefully sat up. “How does it feel, sweetheart?”
Bucky bit his lip. “It's a little sore,” he admitted, and rested his hands on his shin. “Right there, where I broke it? I know it's healed, it just feels...I don't know.” He looked down. “I just need a little support, I think.”
“Oh, Bucky. Of course.” Grant gathered him up in a little pile of now-loose limbs and cuddles and a kiss. “It's had less time to heal than your other injuries. I'll just put a little bandage around your leg, okay? Our last therapy session will help a lot, and you can still go home, just take it easy, okay?”
Bucky lit up at the thought of getting to take a little reminder of this back to real life. Sure, they'd take the bandage off by bedtime probably, but it would be nice to have this one little last bit of being a pampered little broken patient as they transitioned out of the scene. “Oh, Grant, that would be perfect.”
“I think so too,” Grant agreed. “Lie back down, this will just take a moment.” He shifted Bucky's leg to lie on a pillow, and rummaged through some supplies, coming back with a little cotton and a few Ace bandages. He wrapped a thin later of cotton padding first around Bucky's leg from his knee to his instep, then followed it with bandages, just tight enough to give a little support. Bucky could move his ankle a little, and he'd be able to walk just fine, but his poor leg would have a little more help, Grant explained.
Bucky sighed happily and admired his bandage, so neatly done and clipped off. “Oh, that's much better, Grant. Shall I try walking?”
“With crutches,” Grant ordered. “At least at first. You've been off your feet for awhile, little ragdoll.”
“I have, haven't I?” Bucky said cheerfully. “All those breaks and sprains. Gosh. I'm sure this is the worst I'll ever be.”
Grant's look in response to this, well. It should have been a painting, Bucky reckoned. He smiled beatifically in response, and carefully got up, Grant helping him with his crutches, adjusting them to be more comfortable.
Bucky took a cautious step, and breathed deeply when he put his weight on his bad leg, but kept taking steps, slowly moving around the bedroom. He leaned heavily on the crutches and moved slowly, but he did move.
“How about we go outside?” Grant suggested gently. “It's a beautiful day, and we can finish up your therapy on the porch.” It also meant that Bucky would have to walk through the whole house, his nurse following close behind, watching closely. And getting harder with every step.
“Oh, yeah! That sounds great, Grant!” Bucky flashed a grin over his shoulder, and took another heavy step, gasping a little as his weight shifted. He was just about able to walk halfway, when he gave a little moan of pain and lifted his bad leg. “I'm sorry, I can't-- it hurts--”
“That's all right,” Grant managed, coming up behind Bucky and looping his arms around his shoulders. He kissed Bucky's throat. “It's all right, darling. That's what the therapy is for. You're doing wonderfully. Can you make it outside without putting weight on your leg?”
“Oh yes.” Bucky nodded bravely, and he even moved a little faster, crutching outside to the big, comfy chaise longue and settling down on it, crutches neatly stowed out of the way. “What do you want to do, Nurse?” he asked, gazing up at Grant. He sat up a little and touched his bandaged leg before falling back, too weak to sit up, obviously. “Owwwww,” he added, in case his point was not entirely being made.
“Oh, poor little ragdoll,” Grant soothed, and Bucky wondered if he had a good spanking in his future. Honestly, he'd earned it, Steve was a saint to be holding character like this. “Does it hurt very much?”
“Not...not as much as when I first broke it,” Bucky said in a weak voice. “Nothing like that.”
“That's good,” Grant soothed, and leaned over to kiss him, one hand already resting on his belly. “You just lie there, and we'll work on helping you feel better, okay?”
“Yes, Nurse,” Bucky said, because he believed in earning his punishments-that-weren't. “Thank you, Nurse.”
Grant made quite a noise in response to that, but he still kissed away, his hand slipping into Bucky's shorts and wrapping around his cock, thumb brushing over the head. Bucky settled in for a luscious little hand-job, just a little something to top them off for the day.
It was very nice; just long enough, with just enough teasing, and a lovely orgasm at the end that left Bucky wailing, his hands tight around his nurse's shoulders, his body thrilling and happy.
“Oh, how good,” Grant praised, and Bucky moaned when he felt Grant move, shift to kneel astride Bucky's thighs, and pull his scrubs down just enough that his cock was free. He moaned louder when Grant fed him that same cock, parted his lips and lapped and sucked and took as much as he could. And made a sound, deep in his chest, when Grant demanded more.
“Oh, you like that?” he asked sweetly. “Oh good. I wasn't sure if you'd want me to fuck your mouth like this!”
Bucky made the noise again, pinned down by Grant's knees by his thighs, one of Grant's hands on his shoulder and one on the back of his head, his nurse moaning his pleasure and approval.
Grant took his pleasure from Bucky's mouth, and Bucky did the best he could to provide it, moaning, taking Grant deeper as he demanded, arms coming up to wrap around his thighs, swallowing his spend and not even pausing.
Somewhere in there he grew hard again, his hips twitching as he tried to find something to rub off against.
“Get yourself off,” Grant commanded, gasping for breath. “While I – oh, fuck, oh baby, yes, yes, that,” he gasped, when Bucky redoubled his efforts, while getting himself off, his whole world turned into Grant's body pressed against his own.
Grant came with a yell and collapsed back onto Bucky's thighs, the sudden rush of cool air, Bucky's mouth suddenly empty, causing him to gasp, move his hand faster, and come explosively, not a little messily. He made sure to get plenty on his chest, and that he was dribbling just a little of Grant's come, panting, looking as debauched as possible as he lay back against the chaise.
“Oh, darling. Oh, fuck,” Grant whispered, and leaned in to kiss Bucky's mouth clean. “What a good patient you are.”
“I am,” Bucky agreed, preening a little while he tried to catch his breath. “I feel so much better, Grant.”
“I'd hope so,” Grant said warmly, and helped him take his messy shirt off, and used it to wipe them a little cleaner. He went right back into Bucky's arms, though, snuggling close while they kissed and let their heart rates go down, bodies cool, and enjoyed the summer air.
After an appropriate amount of rest time, plus glasses of lemonade and plenty of kisses, Grant gently urged Bucky back up, to see how his leg was.
“Honestly, Grant, it feels so much better than when I woke up,” Bucky assured him. He leaned less on the crutches, and was able to walk all the way around the house, steps steady and confident as they followed the porch around to the back. There were some Adirondack chairs, and Bucky settled happily in one, leg on full display on a little table. “Oh, much better,” he sighed, leaning over to rub his leg. “I bet I can walk without crutches soon.”
“I bet you can too.” Grant leaned over and kissed him, and settled in a nearby chair, aimed so he could have full view of his patient.
Bucky smiled and bent over, squeezing his toes and giving himself a little massage, body bent over his long, slender leg. “How long do I need to keep the bandage on? After I go home?”
“As long as you want it,” Grant promised him. His hand dropped to the front of his pants, just a nice pressure, no plans for anything yet.
“Oh, good,” Bucky said, running his hands along his foot. He stretched properly, with a little grunt of effort and sighed when his back popped. “Ooooh, being on crutches is hard! I'm glad I'll be walking when I go back home.”
“Oh?” Grant asked.
“Uh huh,” Bucky said. “I have to think so much about balancing, and of course if I can't put my foot down, I have to remember that. I move so slow too! Just hobbling along. You're very patient with me, when I can't move so well. Every step seemed to take forever, when I had casts on both my legs.”
Grant swallowed, rubbing himself through the fabric of his scrubs. “You. You seemed to be so comfortable, sweetheart.”
“Well, yeah,” Bucky said. “When you've had as much practice as me, you get good!” He sighed and moved to rubbing his leg. “Your partner must be the same. He's very clumsy, you've said.”
“Y-yeah,” Grant managed, rolling his hips a little. “Always...always in a cast, or a bandage, or something.”
“Poor thing” Bucky said, trailing his fingers over the soft bandages. “That must be very...hard...for both of you.”
“Not really,” Grant managed, rocking against his hand, letting pressure get him off for a change. “We're used to it.”
“Oh,” Bucky said happily. “Well, that's all right then. I'd hate to think of him with...oh, say. Say he broke so many bones he had to be in a cast from the neck down. His whole body frozen in place, not able to move or sit up or do anything for himself. Not even wiggle a finger,” he said, smiling while he watched Grant get off just to his words. “And you're there helping him the whole time, from when all the breaks are fresh and he has to be very still and needs so much love and care, all the way until he's all better again, and you can take the very last cast off. But I'm sure that would be just fine.”
“Oh, fuck yeah,” Grant managed, even as he came with a strangled cry, his already messy scrubs now beyond saving. Bucky just smiled, pleased as punch and also definitely filing that one away for future play possibilities.
The last round of dirty talk seemed to be it; they snuggled of course, and kissed and flirted, and Grant checked Bucky's leg one last time by virtue of running his hands up and down it a few times, sighing happily to find the limb strong and healthy. He helped Bucky up, and held his arm as he took his first tentative steps without crutches.
“I think I'm all better,” Bucky said quietly, when he'd gone into the house by himself, and he and Grant were in the bedroom together.
Grant held his arms out and Bucky went into them, hugging his nurse tightly. “I love you,” he said. “I love you so much. You don't know how good you are for me.”
“Same for me,” Grant murmured. “I love you, ragdoll. You're...you're the best patient in the world.” He pulled back just enough to kiss Bucky. “You can wait here, and Steve will come get you.”
Bucky smiled, and hugged his nurse so, so tight. “Go back home to your partner,” he ordered. “Make him take care of you. I love you.”
Grant just laughed, and kissed Bucky goodbye. “See you soon?” he asked.
“See you soon,” Bucky promised, and smiled as he watched Grant leave. He went over to sit on the edge of the bed, a little sad at the end of play, but a lot ready to spoil his Stevie. He carefully took off his leather collar and put it in its box, nice and safe for next time.
Bucky touched his neck, smiling at the thought of the two collars he'd worn. He stretched and yawned, and brushed his hair neat, pulling it back off of his face. He smiled down at the bandage around his leg, pleased to have a little reminder of play for a few hours, and stretched out on the bed. He thought of putting his leg up on a pillow, but decided that might be a bit much.
“Bucky!”
Bucky was already up and laughing, kneeling on the bed and arms out ready for the hug that bowled him over and nearly off of the bed. “Careful! Or I really will break something!”
Steve laughed and covered his face in kisses, their bodies twining together. “Oh, shut up. I love you. I love you. Oh my God, you're so brave and good and smart and I love you.”
Bucky giggled and kissed Steve back. “Thank you for recognizing my true self,” he teased. “I love you too. You're a genius.” He grinned and rubbed his leg against Steve's side. “Thanks for the souvenir. I like that.”
“Me too.” Steve rested a hand on the bandage, and moved in to kiss Bucky again. “You're so clumsy,” he teased.
“I try,” Bucky said modestly, sighing happily as Steve's full weight rested on him. “Please check in with me, darling. You did some pretty serious domming.”
“I wouldn't say no if you wanted to make dinner,” Steve admitted, resting his head on Bucky's shoulder. “But I feel good. Fulfilled. Happy. Happy I could make you happy.” He smiled and closed his eyes as Bucky started to stroke his hair. “I love it when we play like this.”
“So do I, darling,” Bucky assured him. “C'mon, you might feel good, but you've earned a rest. There, now, I'm not going anywhere – I haven't hugged you properly in days, I have to get it in somewhere.” He rubbed Steve's back and felt him relax instantly, and was pleased that all the hard work of being Bucky's nurse had been, well, good work. That his Stevie was well, and they still had weeks of vacation. And, of course, next time to plan for as well.
Bucky looked down their bodies, heart aching with how much he loved the two of them together like this, goofy and in love, after a long play session. He looked at the bandage on his leg, right next to Steve's, and smiled. They'd have to start planning for next time, soon.