Chapter 2: Catalyst
“Well come on honey, let’s get you out of those dirty pj’s and into some nice clean ones . I bet you feel all yucky and sticky from sitting in that hospital bed all day. Am I right?" Emily said as she took Simon’s arm and led him towards the bedroom.
As they walked down the hallway, Simon couldn't help but notice the way Emily's hips swayed gently with each step, the way her cheeks flushed slightly with exertion. She looked tired, but determined, her eyes focused on the task at hand. He couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt for putting her through so much.
The bedroom was small but cozy, filled with the scent of lavender and freshly laundered sheets.
The queen-sized bed was neatly made, the pillows propped up against the headboard, the comforter folded down to reveal crisp, white sheets. Simon sat down on the edge of the bed, his hands resting on his knees as he looked around the room. It was the same as he'd left it, the same posters on the wall, the same knick-knacks on the dresser. But there was something different, something he couldn't quite put his finger on.
Emily stood behind him, her hands on his shoulders as she began to rub them gently. "How does that feel?" she asked, her voice soft and soothing.
Simon sighed, leaning into her touch. "It feels good," he admitted. He could feel the tension in his shoulders beginning to melt away, his muscles relaxing under her ministrations.
Emily nodded, her fingers working their way up to his neck, kneading the knotted muscles there. "I'm glad," she murmured. "You've been through so much, Simon. You deserve to feel good."
Simon closed his eyes, savoring the sensation of her touch, the warmth of her hands against his skin. As he zoned out a little, he didn’t realise he was getting hard until he felt a startled jump from Emily. He opened his eyes, his cheeks flushing a little as he saw her wide-eyed stare.
“Um, Simon,” she stammered, her hands stilling on his shoulders. “Are you okay?”
He smiled, a slow, sheepish grin that crinkled the corners of his eyes. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just your touch is...effective.”
Emily blushed, her eyes darting away from his. “Simon, I think we need to talk about...things.”
“What Things, babe, what on earth are you talking about” he asked, sounding confused and slightly concerned.
Emily hesitated, her fingers fidgeting with the hem of his shirt. “Well, it’s just…you’re different now. And I mean, different in a good way. But different. And I just want to make sure we’re both on the same page about…everything.”
Simon’s brows furrowed, his eyes searching hers for some clue as to what she was talking about. “Em, you’re freaking me out a little here. What are you trying to say?”
Emily took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling beneath his shirt. “Simon, I think you know what I’m talking about.
It’s, um, it’s your…size.” Emily’s voice was barely above a whisper, her cheeks flaming with embarrassment.
Simon’s eyes widened slightly, his mind instantly leaping to the reason behind his discomfort. He swallowed hard, his gaze dropping to the enormous cock that was sticking out of the fly in his pyjamas . “Oh,” he murmured, his voice barely audible. “That.”
Emily nodded, her eyes fixed on the floor, her hands wringing the hem of his shirt. “Yes, that. Simon, it’s…it’s bigger. A lot bigger.”
“But why is that such a problem , Em? I mean, it’s not like I did it on purpose.” Simon’s voice was gentle, trying to coax her out of her shell of embarrassment.
Emily’s head snapped up, her eyes flashing with a mix of anger and frustration. “It’s a problem because it’s not normal, Simon. It’s not like some freaky superpower you can just whip out and expect me to be thrilled about, I’m only a little girl down there and you… well you are friggin huge.”
“Hang on Em, I’m a little confused, I thought girls liked big dicks ?” Simon said with a half-hearted chuckle, trying to lighten the mood.
Emily’s face softened for a moment, a hint of amusement playing at the corners of her mouth. “Well, sure, in theory. But this, Simon? This is on another level. I’m not exactly sure how this is supposed to work.” She gestured to his erection, her eyebrows raised in a mixture of disbelief and apprehension.
Simon sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. “Look, Em, I’m just as surprised as you are. This is all new to me too. But we’ll figure it out, okay?
Together. Just like we always do.” Simon’s voice was low, soothing, as he reached out to take her hand. He could feel the tension in her fingers, the way she hesitated before allowing her hand to rest in his.
Emily squeezed his hand briefly, a small smile playing at the corners of her mouth. “Okay, Simon. We’ll figure it out.”
Simon nodded, his gaze softening as he looked into her eyes. He could see the concern there, the worry, but also the love. The deep, abiding love that had drawn them together in the first place. He leaned in, gently pressing his lips to hers in a soft, lingering kiss, but she quickly pulled away.
“Okay, you’re mom will be here any minute so I best get you changed and decent before she sees your monster cock.” She said with a small laugh trying to lighten the mood.
She quickly rummaged through his drawers and pulled out a clean pair of boxers and a t-shirt, her eyes darting to him, then away, as if she couldn’t bear to look at him for too long.
“Here, put these on.” She tossed them onto the bed, her cheeks still flushed from their conversation.
Simon stood up, his cock tenting the front of his pajama pants, making it clear that he was still somewhat aroused. He felt a pang of embarrassment, but also a sense of determination.
Emily quickly undressed then dressed him again, somehow not even managing to touch his cock ,
She was almost clinical in her efficiency, her movements quick and precise.
The cool air on his skin did little to quell the arousal that still lingered.
Emily noticed, her eyes flicking up to meet his for a brief moment before darting away again.
“Well, I guess that’s better,” she muttered, smoothing down the front of his t-shirt.
Simon caught her wrist, stopping her from darting away again.
“Hey, it’s okay,” he said gently, his fingers tracing the line of her jaw, coaxing her to look at him.
“Don’t be embarrassed. We’re adults, and we’re in this together, remember?”
Her eyes met his briefly before flitting away again, a soft blush still staining her cheeks. “I know, I just… I didn’t expect this, Simon. I thought I was prepared for anything, but this…” She gestured to his crotch, her eyes never quite landing on the subject of her discomfort.
Simon chuckled softly, his thumb brushing against her cheek. “Neither did I, sweetheart. Neither did I. But we’ll figure it out, I promise.
Just like we’ve always done.” Simon’s voice was a low murmur, a soothing balm against Emily’s agitated state. He could see the war raging in her eyes—the worry, the fear, the love. He wanted to quell the former two and ignite the latter. He wanted to take her in his arms and hold her close, whisper reassurances into her ear, and remind her of the strength of their bond.
However, the sound of heels clicking against the hardwood floor interrupted his thoughts. Both Simon and Emily turned to see Renee standing in the doorway, her eyes wide with surprise.
“Emily, what’s going on?
Is everything okay?” Renee asked, her voice laced with concern as she stepped into the room, her eyes darting between Simon and Emily. She was dressed in a form-fitting black dress that accentuated her curves, her blonde hair cascading down her back in soft curls. Her heels clicked against the hardwood floor with each step, a sound that was both familiar and comforting to Simon.
Emily’s cheeks flamed with embarrassment, her eyes darting to the floor as she quickly let go of Simon’s wrist. “Oh, hey, Renee. Yeah, everything’s fine.
Simon just needed a change of clothes, that’s all.” Emily said as she quickly stepped towards Renee, trying to block her view of Simon’s tented boxers.
Renee’s gaze flicked from Emily to Simon, lingering for a moment on the obvious bulge in his boxers before meeting his eyes. She tried her best not to smile, “Okay then, well I guess I’ve got it from here” said Renee . Simon, why don’t you go relax on the couch? I’ll get you something to eat, and we can catch up,” she said, her voice warm and inviting.
Simon nodded, grateful for the change in topic and the chance to escape the suddenly awkward atmosphere. He quickly made his way to the living room, each step belying the tension that still lingered in his body. The cool air nipped at his bare legs, reminding him of his near-naked state, and he couldn’t help but feel a pang of discomfort.
“Call me if you need me Renee, I’m just over at My brothers house okay” Emily said as she slipped on her shoes and grabbed her jacket, her cheeks still flushed from their earlier conversation. She cast a quick glance at Simon, who was sitting on the couch with his head in his hands, before turning to leave.
Renee watched her go, her brows furrowed in concern. She turned back to Simon, her eyes softening as she met his gaze. “You okay, hun?” she asked, her voice gentle.
Simon sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I’m just…tired, I guess. And confused. And overwhelmed.” He looked up at her, his eyes searching hers for some semblance of understanding.
“You know what you need, a nice hot shower, wait right here, I just need to get something out of the car”