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You set your bag by the door as you closed the door behind you and leaned your back against it. You took off your boots and threw them somewhere in the room while sighing heavily.
You had just come from your part-time job... studying and working to help Simon with the expenses of the small apartment was exhausting... You hardly ever saw Simon, and it gave you some concern to leave him alone in the apartment all day, unsupervised.
Somehow you managed to make it work. Getting rid of all kinds of knives and sharp things within Simon's reach was a challenge... There was always the anxiety that somehow you would arrive at the apartment and see new cuts on your roommate's arms.
Lost in thought as you made your way to the small kitchen to get a glass of water, you heard the typical sound of Simon's wheelchair coming into the kitchen. And there he was, in that orange hoodie and jeans...
"Took you long enough." He said.
You smiled at him and tilted your head to one side. "Hello to you too, Simon." You looked at him through your eyelashes as you stared at that badly shaved facial hair on his face. "Sorry... you know how it is." You told him regarding your difficult schedule.
"...Yeah, you do what you have to do."
You sighed. "Did you eat what I left for you in the morning?" you meant the food you left for him so he wouldn't just rely on fast food.
"Yeah." He replies. That tired voice and his empty eyes... "For being in a hurry all the time, you cook well."
You laugh a little, rolling your eyes. "Thanks, I'm glad you like it." You rounded the kitchen table and approached him. He was following you with his eyes. "What would you do without me, huh?" You smiled at him as you reached out to tidy up the messy hair he always had.
He blushed a little, averting his gaze as if that stopped you from looking at him. "I don't know..." And it was true, he had no idea what he would do without you.
You peeled your hand from his hair, smiling a little at him. His hair felt a little greasy.... You could tell it had been days, probably, since he'd taken a shower. How could you blame him? It was not an easy task to do it without help, however he has said many times that he would rather die than let you help him. Even crippled, he seems to want to protect his dignity reluctantly.
"Simon?" You called out to him so he would look at you. "I probably already know what your answer will be but... you should take a bath."
He let out a growl under his breath, averting his gaze again. He felt like a little boy being scolded by his mother for not taking a bath. He felt completely useless, enough that he couldn't take a bath by himself. How depressing was his life?
"I... damn, Simon, how long has it been since you've had a bath?" You kept talking to him, now crossing your arms. "I know it's hard, but you can't keep refusing my help... that's why I'm here."
Simon seemed unable to look at you, he could feel his face burning at the very idea of letting you help him shed his clothes.... How could you be so okay with the idea of seeing your best friend naked? How humiliating...
You put your hand on his shoulder. "Will you let me?"
"Do I have a choice?... I need a fucking bath."
You denied. "Come on, can you turn on the tub faucet while I go get some of your clothes?" He nodded grumpily.
While you went to Simon's room to grab clean clothes from his drawers, Simon went to the bathroom, moving the wheels of his chair with his arms. He was fucking lucky that the only spacious thing in the apartment was the bathroom. The bathroom had bars on the walls for handicapped people like him to grab onto and somehow hold on to.
He turned on the bathtub faucet, still feeling his face burn from what was coming, he inhaled and exhaled a couple of times to calm himself down.
Soon you came in with his clothes, setting them aside. You approached him giving him 'that' look. You had to take off his clothes.
You started pulling his hoodie up along with a white shirt he had on underneath. You could see Simon close his eyes tightly, frowning and with red cheeks, refusing to look at you while you were removing his clothes. He felt exposed to you, not like he was proud of his body either.
You stroked his cheek briefly as a way of reassuring him, causing him to blush more and refusing to look at you yet.
Now you lowered your hands to his crotch. You could hear his breath hitching as you unzipped and began to pull down his pants along with his boxers. You tried to respect his dignity by looking as little as possible, looking at his face instead of his dick being freed from the fabric of his boxers.
"Erm... Now comes the hard part." You told him in a whisper.
"Wasn't this the hardest part? F..fuck..." He let out air through his nose, tense.
You turned off the bathtub faucet when you saw that there was enough water in it. You pulled Simon's wheelchair as close as possible and while he was holding on to the bars of the bath, you were able to get him into the tub.
He let out a sigh that he didn't know he was stuck, he felt... relaxed in the water... Fucking finally...
"T..Thank you..." he whispered with a red face, looking down at the water instead of at you.
He closed his eyes for a moment until he felt something pour into his head, the nice scent of shampoo making him open his eyes again.
"W-what the hell are you doing?!" He felt chills as he felt your slender fingers sink into his hair, massaging his scalp. He couldn't help but let out a small sigh at the sensation....
"I'm bathing you." You smiled as you washed his hair. "Damn, you needed that." You told him teasingly, making him growl under his breath.
"I don't need your help..."
"Shut up and relax for once." He was going to protest, but the stroking you were providing felt fucking good, but he wasn't about to admit it out loud.
Hesitantly, he closed his eyes again, felt the suds sliding down the back of his neck and the junction of his neck and shoulders.... It felt good...
You finished rinsing his hair, so now you took a bath sponge and with some soap you started to lather his shoulders, then down his arms... And with enough soap in the palm of your hand, you started to gently caress his cuts on her forearms. You watched as most of his cuts seemed to be healing already... finally. You sighed unconsciously, somewhat happy to see how you had finally gotten Simon to stop doing that to himself.
The following was certainly not intentional.
Simon suddenly grabbed your wrist in a tight grip, stopping you from continuing down his lower abdomen and inner thighs. You looked up at him, opening your lips slightly, and it was a surprise to see him with a frown, his eyebrows drawn together and cheeks flushed red.
"Simon..?"
"D..Don't... Wait..." He hesitated, you felt his breath hitch and his breathing quicken.
Going against his words, you lowered your hand despite his pleas, your gentle touch near his crotch, but not quite touching his cock made him flinch and let out a small gasp.
Incredibly sensitive... How touch-starved was he?
Ignoring his breathless request, you set the sponge aside and wrapped your soft hand around his cock, making him let out a small moan.
"Wh..what the fuck are you-... A-aagh fan!" he cursed in Swedish as he felt your hand now blatanly massaging his dick, which was beginning to harden under your touches.
"I'll give you a hand... Do you want me to stop?"
As an answer you only received whimpers, Simon's hand was still on your wrist, squeezing a little but not making any effort to stop you. Right now he seemed immersed in his own pleasure. Hissing and throwing his head back, leaning it against the bathroom tiles as he awkwardly tried to hold back his moans.
How long had it been since he had been touched by another person? No, how long had it been since he had even touched himself? Depression was eating him alive until there was only a part of him left where he lived in an empty routine. God, he really needed this. And you knew it.
Soon you began pumping him with your hand, briefly devoting attention to the tip of his cock, giving it a occasional very light squeeze, drawing gasps of pleasure from him. You spat on his throbbing cock, using your saliva as a sort of lubricant as you jerked him off.
"Mhmm- A-aaah [name].... F-fucking t..tease.." He hisses in pleasure. He gripped the edges of the tub with both hands, his eyes now in how your hand moved up and down on his cock. The wet sound of your movements accompanied with the lapping of the water flooded his senses.
His attention was stolen by your free hand grasping his chin. Moving up to caress his cheek and drawing him to you before pressing your mouth against his fully.
He parted his lips between wet kisses, allowing himself to explore your mouth with his tongue, you did the same, rubbing your tongue against his as gasping moans escaped his throat. His mouth tasted like cigarettes, it didn't bother you, in fact it was the opposite.
Soon you felt his body tensed a little. Without thinking too much, you increased the speed of your strokes until you felt Simon pull away from your lips to throw his head back and let out a loud moan accompanied by his heavy and agitated breathing.
You looked in the direction of the mess on his lower body. He had finished, shooting his entire load in his stomach and a little on your hand. His chest was rising and falling unevenly.
You peeled yourself away from the tub to grab toilet paper and wipe your hand clean of the liquid. Then you looked in Simon's direction, realizing that he was already following you with his eyes.
"I-I... I just- Does it mean... we're a thing now?..."
You smiled at him almost tenderly as you approached the tub to clean his stomach of his own mess, he followed your every move, embarrassed and his face burning red.