It was lazy but not slow, mouths moving with intention and bodies too. Frank let his hands be heavy but kind, feeling his way up from Jim's ass to his shoulders. He was gentle around the bandages.

With a slight heave, he rolled onto his back and dragged Jim with him, so their positions were reversed and Jim was on top. It did nothing to slow the aching roll of his hips against Jim's, but it did make it easier to work at his fly.

It was hardly the first time he'd fooled around after an injury. It wasn't even a thought. Just the building comfort of another body pressed against him.