For the following few hours, Elias alternated between sleeping, having small bites of food, and taking regular sips of water until, eventually, when he woke up, his head had settled to a less debilitating level of pain.
Next to him on the bed, Johan was reading a book, while in the corner of the room, Rik appeared to be mending a hole in a pair of Johan’s breeches.
Elias steeled himself before sitting up fully and giving his head a moment to adjust. It was raining outside and gusts of wind rattled the window, but he was quite warm wrapped up in a nest of blankets.
Johan put his book down. “Need anything?”
“I… erm… need to relieve myself. Quite urgently.”
Johan chuckled softly before helping Elias get to his feet. His legs wobbled, so Johan assisted him in getting around to the side of the cabin where the roof extended and provided a little shelter from the rain.
Elias’ hands shook as he tried to undo the strings of his breeches.
“Can I help?”
Elias blushed but nodded. Johan deftly undid the knot and tugged them down until it freed Elias’ cock. Johan held his soft member and aimed it away from their feet.
“Unghh,” Elias moaned in relief as he emptied his bladder. It felt too good to be truly embarrassed that Johan was having to help him so intimately. When he was finished, Johan tucked him away and did up his breeches before helping him back inside.
Next to the bed, Henrik had left out a bucket of fresh water and a cloth, but Elias didn’t have the strength to wash himself right then, despite how desperately he wished to be clean.
Johan must have registered the conflict in his expression because he wordlessly helped Elias remove his clothes and dipped the cloth in the water.
The wet cloth was warm, and Elias was grateful because Rik must have used magic to make it so. Elias was so depleted that he feared magic might never return to him.
It had all been worth it, though, he told himself.
Johan ran the warm water all over his skin, and Elias hummed happily at the sensation.
“Turn over,” Johan asked.
Elias did so and Johan continued on, washing Elias’ back and buttocks in a very perfunctory way that told Elias it was the most he was going to get from the larger man for a while.
“Are you angry with me?” Elias asked quietly.
Johan sighed. “Yes.”
Elias nodded, expecting as much and understanding. The difficulty he was facing was that he couldn’t truly apologise because he’d really set his mind on not regretting his decision.
“For the shop?” he checked, making sure he understood, since Johan struggled to elaborate.
Johan frowned. “No.”
Elias kind of wished that Johan had been angry about the shop because it seemed like a more black and white thing to make amends for.
“For using magic on you, then?”
“Partly,” he said before chucking the washcloth back in the bucket and helping Elias change into fresh clothes. “You don’t trust me.”
The words were like a gut punch to Elias. “I d—”
“Stop. P-please don’t lie to me.”
Elias looked to Henrik like the man might save him, but he shook his head in a clearYou’re on your own with this one.
“So, this is what it will be like now, then, you two ganging up on me?” Elias folded his arms over his chest defiantly and scowled.
Henrik huffed before putting down his sewing, walking over to Elias and straddling his legs. Elias just pursed his lips and refused to acknowledge him until Henrik gripped each side of his face, forcing him to make eye contact.
