The physical therapy session ended just in time for a late lunch. Ryan had been given a little goodie bag with some stress balls and elastic resistance bands, along with a rather nice water bottle and a thick pair of slipper socks with the rubber grips on the bottom. Considering how cold it was outside, it was the socks Ryan was most thankful for. In their rush to make the morning appointment, Scott and Ryan both forgot he would need a pair of shoes.
The chilly weather wasn't about to put a damper on Ryan's mood! He had a stress ball in each hand as he was loaded into the car, and even started pressing his feet against the floor like he'd been shown how to do after he was buckled in. None of it went unnoticed, of course. After loading up the wheelchair and hopping in the driver's seat, Scott asked his little body builder where he wanted to go eat.
"Oh, can we go to that Middle Eastern place again?" Ryan asked eagerly.
"No objections here."
Scott pulled out of the parking space and further out of the clinic's parking lot, heading in the direction of the food. Ryan suggested that particular restraint a lot, but Scott wasn't going to complain. The food was always fresh, and seeing Ryan happy made him happy. Besides, the family was planning to go out somewhere expensive this weekend to celebrate Ryan's casts coming off anyway. Comfort food sounded really good right about now.
About halfway there, Ryan made a very important realization.
"Wait a minute, my fingers are free!"
Ryan put the stress balls down immediately to fish the chain out from under his shirt that had his engagement ring on it. He eagerly tried to slip it on and… It got stuck at the second knuckle.
"Don't worry," Scott said, seeing it all from the corner of his eye. "I told you that might happen, remember? We'll drop it off to get resized after lunch."
Ryan let out a defeated sigh and tucked the chain back under his shirt before resuming his work with the stress balls. Then, something else occurred to him once they reached the restaurant.
"Hey Cuddle Bug, what about one of those silicone rings? I saw that Dr. Kwan was wearing one earlier. And well… If I've got to have my heat there, I don't know if I want to wear my engagement ring going through all that but…"
"We'll look for one. I was given a list of some different equipment we can buy so you can do more work at home, so the store we have to go to for those is bound to carry them, probably."
Ryan leaned over to give Scott a kiss. He hoped the request didn't come off sounding too greedy. Even if he was still getting used to being given things, he still felt weird asking Scott for something frivolous he didn't actually need. Scott on the other hand, was more than happy to buy Ryan pretty much anything he wanted. Besides, Ryan hardly ever asked for stuff anyway, even if it was something he probably needed.
Now, Ryan and Scott had pretty much become regulars at this particular restaurant, and the staff was always super friendly. Scott especially liked how they addressed Ryan directly, instead if treating Ryan like he was some sort of deaf or mute possession of his like some other establishments they no longer patroned did. That being said, the first thing the hostess did after they went inside was to congratulate Ryan on getting his casts off. Pretty much the whole waitstaff came over to offer their congratulations. The chef even threw in a desert on the house! So of course, Scott made sure to tip a little more generously than he usually did.
They ran the rest of their errands with Ryan being as cooperative as usual. They went to the mall to drop off Ryan's ring for resizing before driving to the sports medicine store. That's when Ryan tried to do some exploring by himself, trying to move the wheelchair to get a better look at something a little further on the shelf. He quickly discovered he had neither the grip nor the arm strength to really make it happen. They were at least able to find a decent selection of silicone rings to choose from. The obvious choice was the one with blue and orange swirls similar in color to the stones on his ring. Thankfully, they had one left in his new size.
Ryan wasted no time putting it on after Scott paid for it.
Neither really had anywhere they wanted to go afterward, so instead they opted to pick up something cold for dinner and head home. Ryan insisted on exercising with his new equipment as soon as he was set up on the couch. Scott had been hoping for a little cuddling session before they got hungry enough to eat again, but his Hot Stuff was so determined about rebuilding his strength. So instead, he kept half an eye on him as Ryan worked with his new half-pound weights, and resigned himself to playing some video games next to him in silent comradery.
A little more than an hour later a rather loud and drawn out gurgling sound came from a certain omega's midsection…
"Pfft-" Scott paused his game. "Was that your stomach? Finally ready for some dinner, Hot Stuff?"
Ryan sheepishly agreed he'd managed to work up a significant appetite. Since the food they'd picked up wasn't too messy, Scott suggested dinner on the couch with a movie. Ryan was all over that idea, especially since there was supposed to be a new one on the streaming service he knew both he and Scott had been wanting to see.
The night was still young even after all that, and even though Ryan was enjoying their little credit scene cuddle, he had something he'd been dying to act on for weeks.
"Hey Cuddle Bug, what do you say we go ahead and shower so we can do some cuddling in our PJs?"
"Are you just suggesting that because you want me topless?" Scott teased.
"Maaaaaybe…" Ryan smiled innocently. He made grabbing motions with his fingers. "Can I…?"
Scott's response was to pull up his shirt, and physically take Ryan's hand and touch it to his chest floof. Ryan sighed blissfully as he ran his fingers through it.
"I missed this feeling… Can I wash it for you?" The look Ryan gave was nowhere near innocent now. "And maybe your back too?"
Scott pulled Ryan closer. "Only if you let me do some washing on you too!"
And so, even though it was still a little early, the two of them eagerly hopped in the shower. Ryan still had to use the accessibility chair of course, but Scott helpfully knelt down to give him access to whatever he wanted. And in Ryan's case, he'd forgotten how good a shower could feel when your limbs weren't all cumbersome and tied up in irritatingly loud plastic bags. Seriously, why did the sound of water droplets hitting plastic have to be so loud in the first place?
Adorably enough, even with the casts finally gone, Scott still made sure to get Ryan and his needs seen to first. He made sure Ryan was clean and rinsed before finishing up with his own washing. When he had turned away to wash the soap out of his hair, Ryan poked him in the butt.
"What is it?" Scott asked in amusement.
"Anything in particular on your mind?"
Scott of course had a lot on his mind. With Ryan starting rehab, their schedules would get busier than ever. Not only that, but their court date was a few days after Ryan should be done with his heat, meaning they really only had a week to finish getting ready. Ryan was definitely going to need a more professional set of winter-appropriate clothes, and he had a feeling it would be difficult to find a good fit with Ryan still wheelchair bound. At the same time, a new outfit or two was bound to give Ryan's confidence a boost. Not only that, they'd have the family dinner to celebrate Ryan's newfound freedom this weekend…
"Just thinking about how busy tomorrow will be with your Psychiatry in the morning, physical therapy in the afternoon, and the court case and everything else." Scott said somewhat wearily.
"But you know, something very important happened today." Ryan said with a grin.
"I know. You got your casts off."
"Exactly. I got my casts off. Do you know why that's important?"
"Well of course," Scott couldn't tell what he was implying. "It means you can begin your next stage in recovery. I know you're looking forward to getting some independence back."
"That's not all it means."
"Oh?" Scott is confused.
Ryan points down at his crotch to redirect Scott's attention, then directs a stream of urine between Scott's legs. The shower chair he'd been using had one very distinct advantage, it put him more or less mouth level with one of the more sensitive areas on his fiance's body. It was nearly comical how quickly Scott got his flagpole involuntarily raised.
"I- you- ah… Hot Stuff, that's not playing fair!" Scott was flushed, whether from the warm water in the shower or arousal, it was impossible to tell.
Ryan was very, very innocent. "But I made sure to save room at dinner for a little sausage. I can use my hands again, can't I get a taste of that cream filling of yours?"
Scott was already pink, but to hear Ryan talking like that too…
"You don't want me to?" Ryan asked surprised.
Scott sighed in defeat. Of course he wanted it, and since Ryan made such a deliberate offer of his own accord there was no good reason to turn down. "I guess it'd be okay…"
Ryan made a beckoning motion with his finger and Scott leaned over him, bracing his hands on the shower wall behind him. Ryan was ruthless. Even with his hand strength diminished, his mouth was still as skillful as ever. Between that and playing up on Scott's fetish, Scott didn't last long, and had to focus serious effort in not collapsing on top of Ryan as the tremors of the orgasm raced through him.
Ryan spit out the goo in his hand and let it run down the drain as Scott panted above him. It didn't taste any better than he remembered, but there was something about knowing he could do such things as powerful as that to Scott. Never mind giving Scott head turned him on too. His body wanted that release too.
"You want to take me to the bed?" Ryan asked after it looked like Scott finally caught his breath.
Somewhere between a moan and a mumble, Scott replied, "Hell yeah!"
Scott quickly turned off the water and set to drying both of them off before carrying Ryan to the bedroom. Despite what Ryan had suggested before, they didn't bother with pajamas. There wasn't a point with where this was obviously going. Scott laid down on the bed, letting Ryan sprawl out on top of him. Tongues took turns exploring mouths. Every now and then Ryan's hand ran across his nipples as fingers combed through his still slightly damp chest hair. Electricity danced through his body with Ryan's every movement.
Scott slid his hands down Ryan's back to cup his butt. He wanted sex. With the casts out of the way, they could finally have sex. He'd forgotten how well each side of Ryan's ass fit his palms. Firm, with the perfect amount of give. Eager fingers quickly found the slick hole they were looking for, and he was rewarded with the most beautiful sounding moan of pleasure as he teased it.
"Inside…" Ryan begged. "I want you inside…"