I slept w Harley and the Boyfriend yesterday (yes, the same day and, obviously, we didn't actually 'sleep'). I went to bed for the night the happiest I have been in a long time. Today, I am wracked w guilt and wondering if I am a bad person.
We did not talk the early part of the week, so I did not know he was sick until yesterday when I called to check in on him. The poor thing. He really does not do sick well. Then again, most men don't.
I went over last night and pretty much just mothered him. I made him a grilled cheese sandwich. He loves those when he's sick. I changed the sheets on his bed to make it all nice for him again. I rubbed him down real good. I just basically took care of him.
Now, here's the funny thing about the Boyfriend. He normally is not affectionate and appreciative. I mean he does appreciate me, he just does not normally express his appreciation all that much. But when he is sick, he is over the top touchy-feely and grateful. The first time this happened, I thought a pod-person had body-snatched the Boyfriend. Later, I thought the Boyfriend was secretly trying to make me sick too. I finally came to realize it was just a weird quirk he had.
The Boyfriend also likes to be tucked into bed at night, when he's sick, w a gentle fuck or blowjob. Most men become quiet when they are sick. The Boyfriend gets horny. Well, not really horny. He gets all sentimental. I think the sex is more because he needs that connection then. I have learned over the years though. No missionary - that puts his face right into mine, meaning that I am sick a few days later. Last night, when he's thinking about bed and hugging on me, I pretty much knew what to expect. I led him to the bedroom. He appreciated my changing the sheets for him. I took off his sweatpants (that's what he tends to wear when he's sick) and had him lay down. I kept one small nightlight on so he could watch me strip for him. I gave him head until he was standing up all nice and strong for me, then I straddled him like a cowgirl and slipped him inside of me. He laid there watching me from his pillow. I kind of enjoyed it that way. No rush. I just gently rode him. After a while, I guided his hands to my hips, silently encouraging him to set my pace for him. I was not expecting him to have the strength to move me himself, but thought he could feel like he was moving me on him. It was nice and I am probably doing a poor job of describing it, but I loved every second of it. It was easy to tell when he was getting closer to cumming because he really got into squeezing my hips. I rode him faster and faster. And when he came, he just groaned in pleasure. When I slipped off him, I cleaned him off w my tounge, then lovingly covered him up w a blanket. I slid into bed next to him, naked, curled up and we both went to sleep until morning.