The BL Nook

Chapter 22: After Care And Ass-Care

The next morning, I woke up with Josh draped over me like a human weighted blanket, head on my chest and legs thrown over mine. The guy had a whole Alaskan king-sized bed, yet he’d somehow cornered me. I yanked his hair to wake him up.

“Ouch! Ow… Rude!”

“You piece of shit, you mutilated my body to your heart’s content. My ass feels raw.”

Josh smirked without opening his eyes. “Why are you so mean? Is that how you wake up your boyfriend? You sure looked satisfied last night. Moaning, begging for more…”

“How was I supposed to know about the aftermath? It was my first time shoving a dick up my ass. A massive one, at that!”

“I’d cut it in half if I could, but something tells me my babe would be disappointed.” He grinned smugly.

“…You might be right.” I paused. “Um… I can still go another round.”

Josh’s smirk softened. “Felt that good, huh? But no. I saw your hole after you passed out. It was swollen. I cleaned you up, and yeah, you need to take better care of yourself. Tsk.”

“…You cleaned me up?”

“You were a sexy hot mess.”

“And whose fault is that?!”

I groaned, trying to shift in bed, but my hips were having none of it. Josh immediately peppered me with kisses.

“Don’t worry, I’ll do everything for you. You hungry?”

“Starving.”

He made breakfast, helped me sit up, and brought food to me in bed. When he insisted on feeding me, I rolled my eyes but eventually let him. The man had earned it.

“I need to go home.”

“What? Why? You’re just gonna bang and dash?”

“God, you’re so dramatic. I just need to grab some stuff. I figured you’d want me to stay over the weekend.”

“If it were up to me, I’d keep you here forever.”

He sounded like he was kidding but knowing Josh, he probably meant it. And honestly? I found that… weirdly comforting. We’d only just made things official yesterday, sealed the deal in more ways than one. No regrets so far.

I reached for my phone and started typing.

“Who could possibly be more important than your boyfriend who just rearranged your guts?”

“Diana,” I muttered.

“…Seriously? I thought you were done with her.”

“She’s my friend.”

“A friend you almost slept with in front of me?”

I sighed and explained the whole Diana story. How we met, how she knew about Josh, how she was just trying to help me get my feelings sorted. He looked less irritated after that.

“I still don’t like her.”

“Well, too bad. She’s my friend.”

“…Give me your phone.”

Before I could stop him, he snatched it from my hands. I was too sore to fight back.

“What did you do?”

“Deleted the heart next to her name. Gave it to myself instead.”

“Are you insane? What if someone sees it?!”

“Then tell them your boyfriend is calling.”

“…You’re unbelievable.”

“What? Are you hiding me?”

“Well… that was the plan.” I rubbed my forehead.

“I see.”

“Can you give me some time? It’s not that I want to hide you. I just… maybe we can go slow telling people.”

He nodded, though he didn’t look thrilled. I’d get there. For Josh, I’d try.

Josh went to my place to grab a few things, came back quickly, and we spent the weekend in our usual way. Lounging and acting like we’d always been a couple. Only now, Josh clung to me even more. Kissing me, cuddling me, saying “I love you” like it was the most natural thing in the world.

---

On Friday, he showed up with a giant Amazon box and a mischievous grin.

“Babe, I got you some stuff.”

I was halfway through inhaling the pasta he made. “What’s all this?”

“I searched ‘how to take care of a bottom after sex’ and, uh… went deep down the rabbit hole.”

“Is that really necessary?”

Josh kissed my forehead. “You’re lucky you’re cute. So clueless.”

He started pulling things from the box:

✔️Uberlube silicone-based, top-rated apparently
✔️ Flushable wipes
✔️ An anal Training Kit
✔️ Fiber gummies
✔️ A microwavable heat pack
✔️ Epsom salts
✔️ Massage oil
      And a weird-looking item.

“What the hell is this?”

“A douche bulb.”

“…You’re kidding.”

“Nope. You won’t need it every time, but we’re being proactive. Also, new diet plan: fiber-rich meals, no greasy stuff, no spicy food. Regular bowel movements equals a happy hole. These are your fiber gummies. One bottle stays here, one goes home.”

My brain fully short-circuited.

“I’ve decided I’m never having sex with you again. Nope. Never. I’m good.”

I stood up, grabbed the so-called douche bulb, and threw it at his face. It bounced off his forehead.

“ACK! Babe, come on, don’t say that! I did all this for you. I’m gonna take care of you every day. This ass is my national treasure.”

“Why do I have to change my ways? What do you have to do?”

He scratched the back of his neck. “…Nothing, really.”

“Exactly.”

“I mean… they call it ‘Top Privilege’ or whatever. But I’ll earn my keep. I’ll meal-prep for you, massage you, draw you baths. You won’t have to lift a finger. I’ll treat you like a damn king.”

He hugged me, nuzzling into my neck with that dumb puppy energy. I hated how convincing he was. Also… the idea of not cooking all week?

I caved. Obviously.

Then, I pulled him into a deep kiss. My way of saying thanks for caring in a way I never expected someone would. He took the time to learn, to prepare, to make something intimidating feel manageable. It’s annoying how thoughtful he is, but I love that his full attention is focused on me.

As we stood there, wrapped up in each other, Josh whispered into my ear:

“I don’t just want your body, Sean. I want you to feel safe, happy, healthy. Every part of you.”

I pressed my forehead to his, smiling softly. I guess this is my new normal… if it means staying at Josh’s side.

“Hey… Are you down for another terrible blow job? I’m feeling pretty grateful right now”

“How can I say no to that? I love seeing you struggling with tears in your eyes. Such a pretty sight, I might develop a kink.”

“I’m just going to pretend you didn’t say”

He picked me up and put me over his shoulder again. He made his way to the bedroom. Should I get used to this? I’m pretty heavy, he might dislocate his shoulder one of these days. 

---

---