Kevin looked at Sky. “It counts. As long as you don’t have to kneel. That’s as bad for you as stairs. And no fucking.” Kevin pinned him with another look. “No fucking. I’ll let you know when he’s clear for that.”
The elevator doors opened, and he got on quickly so Kevin wouldn’t see him blush. Beckett felt awkward kissing Sky right now. Blowjobs and sex were…Jesus, he hadn’t even thought about how much he missed sex.
Sky watched him get on, then stood so slowly that the doors started closing.
He put his foot in the door. “No rush. I got it.”
Kevin snorted and helped Sky turn the walker back around. “You’re gonna have to move slower, man.”
“Right. Sorry, babe. I’ll do better.” If he could get his mind off a goddamn blowjob.
“No worries. I’ll get faster. I just need practice.” Sky winked at him, getting himself moving into the elevator. “Practice and a lot more coffee than they give me here.”
“Coffee we have. You know me.” He tried his hand this time and stood behind Sky, looping an arm around those hard abs so Sky could rest against him on the ride down. “And since you can’t have beer, or Jaeger, or…what’s that other stuff you like?”
“Mescal?” Sky chuckled. “I have been known to eat the worm, once or twice.”
Kevin made a fake-gagging sound. “Oh, barf. You can never mention that again, that would be okay.”
Beckett laughed because that was pretty much exactly how he felt about the stuff.
They made their way off the elevator and Kevin took a step away, letting him try, watching him closely. “That’s good, Beck. So if you think he’s gonna fall, get one leg behind him and one under you so you don’t both go down, and you can ease him right to the floor if you can’t get him standing up.”
“Got it.” He thought. He hoped.
“Sky’s gonna be smart, though, and take it easy at home, because I’m gonna wear his ass out here four mornings a week. He’s got goals. Right, cowboy?”
“I so do, man, unless you keep riding me like a barrel racer. I’m a grown-up. I’ll do my shit.” Oh, his husband was starting to snarl, and that meant Sky was hurting.
Kevin put his hands up in the air but grinned at Beck. “He’s a grown-up.”
“Always has been.” He jogged over to his Jeep and got the passenger side open, then leaned the seat back a little so Sky would be more comfortable.
Sky looked at Kevin, the expression pure panic.
“Breathe. I’ll help you up. Beck will help you down.”
“I’m sorry. I have a pickup, but it’s ancient and the ride is rough. This seemed like a better idea.”
“Watch what I do.” Kevin effortlessly scooped Sky up and sat him carefully in the passenger seat. “Support his weight with the good leg, let him get himself comfortable. It’ll hurt, any car will. Don’t help.”
He nodded, watching Sky wince getting settled. “Okay. You okay, babe?”
“Take me home. Please.” Sky looked right into him. “Please. I’m ready.”
“We’re outta here.” He reached in and gave Sky’s good leg a pat, then looked at Kevin. “Thanks for everything. We’ll see you soon.”
“You will. Drive safe.” Kevin leaned toward Sky. “Told you you’d walk out of here.”
“You did. See you Monday, man.”
Beck would bet Sky didn’t know he was crying.
“You will. Enjoy home.” Kevin closed the door.
Beck hopped in and started the motor, letting it hum a second. He loved his Jeep, but maybe he needed to rent something more suited to Sky’s needs for a month or so. He’d talk to Kevin on Monday.
He smiled at Sky, trying for a distraction. “So, this is my Jeep.”