Somebody Save Me From Myself (Open)

Ted got up, pulling on clothes. "Im taking you to the hospital right now. Try and stop me," he said, dressing John and carrying him out of the room to the rental, setting him in the passenger seat and speeding to the hospital.

John just groaned and let Ted take him to the hospital. As he carried him in, the nurses said he wasn't an emergency, and they would have to wait. At that, John burst into tears. He was in pain...

Ted pulled John close. "Itll be okay, baby. I promise," he whispered, rubbing his back soothingly.

John just curled into Ted's chest and cried. "I...I-It h...hurts..." He sobbed. He didn't do well when it came to pain in the lower region. He could feel blood soaking his underwear, and that just made him cry more.

"Just breathe, baby. They'll get to you soon. Just breathe. In and out. In and out," Ted said, running a hand through Johns hair.

John sniffled and took shaky breaths in and out The people around them were looking at John in sympathy. When a woman was called to get check out, she shook her head. "I think that young man over there in tears needs more care than I do. Shame on this hospital for making him wait" She said before turning to John. "Sweetheart, why don't you go before me, yeah?" She said.

Ted smiled at her. "Thank you so much," he said, and carried John into a room so he could get checked out.

John buried his face in Ted's chest as he was carried into a room. He squeezed Ted's hand as he pulled down his pants and treated the bleeding and everything. He whimpered as the Doctor pushed a finger into his entrance putting some sort of gel in it. "Teddy..." He whimpered.

"Its okay, baby. Im right here," Ted whispered, stroking Johns hair. "Im right here."

When the doctor finished, he turned to Ted. "Well, John here is pretty torn, but he'll heal up fairly quickly. As for the pain in his, uh, his penis... Well that's caused by having too many orgasms in such a short time, which meant that there was not enough oxygen getting through to that area. He pulled a couple muscles in his legs, and his back maybe soar from laying down or puttin in so much physical labor without any breaks. Try to cut down on the marathons of sex, yeah? It can be risky for both of you." He explained.

Ted nodded. John had gotten his wish. It was their one and only time doing that.

John looked up at Teddy. "For the record, the sex was amaaaaaaazinh." He slurred happily.

"It was, baby. But we are never, and I repeatnever doing that again," Ted said firmly.

John pouted but agreed. "Okay... What about BDSM?" He asked eagerly.

"We'll cross that bridge when we get there," Ted said, smiling a bit.

John smiled. "Kay, now lets get outta here." He said, squeezing Ted's hand.

Ted smiled. "Can you walk?" he asked. If he needed to carry John, he would. But he was still weak.

"I can try..." John said and carefully stood. But his legs were too weak and he started to fall.

Ted caught him and picked him up, forcing his muscles to carry both of their weight. He carried John to the car, setting him in the passnger seat and getting in the drivers seat, driving to the hotel.

John gazed out the window as they drove, exhausted. "You're right... 9 hours of sex wasn't the brightest idea..." He sighed. But the sex was fucking hot.

"Im always right, Johnny boy," Ted replied, pulling into the parking lot.

John pouted. "Yeah, yeah..." He mutterrd and carefully got out of the car, leaning on Ted as he limped into the hotel.

Ted chuckled. When they got into the hotel room, he collapsed on the bed. "Ugh," he groaned, his arms and legs feeling like spaghetti.

John curled up next to Ted. "Sleep..." He murmured against Ted's shoulser before quickly falling asleep.

Ted was already asleep when John laid next to him. He breathed deeply and evenly, his arm loosely around John.