scars

Still don’t own R.J. or Otis...someday I will…
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Hugo entered the room with his medicine sachet again.
It made me cringe now as I had the last time he entered Otis’s room with it
engraved in my head. I reassured myself that nothing of the sort was going
to happen. Otis was stoned off his ass. I gently undid his pants and slid
them off. Hugo looked over his thigh with an expert eye. “He’s still infected.
You’re gonna have to keep feedin’ him the antibiotics I gave ya.” I gently
maneuvered his lithe frame to lie on his side. He seemed calm and sleepy.
I was beginning to miss those days of watching him sleep and nuzzle up to
me for most of the day. Hugo produced a pair of scissors and tweezers and
began to clip the stitches. Otis stared off across the room until Hugo pulled
the first of the stitches. He suddenly swung hard jarring me out of my
thoughts as I heard the sickening crunch of Grandpa’s face. “Goddamn
motherfucker!” The old man shrieked. I grabbed a hold of Otis and forced
him flat on the bed.

I nearly couldn’t believe that it took my all of my weight to hold him down.
“Come on, easy. Relax now.” Otis continued to flail despite my comfort. He
calmed down momentarily.

Grandpa had been fervently rubbing his jaw where Otis had got him. “You
cocksucker!” The old man hissed. “Hold ‘im, R.J.” Great I got to be the
asshole because Grandpa wanted revenge. I had never had stitches to I was
unsure of Otis’s problem. Probably just another thing for him to freak out
about because he could, that was Otis for ya. He looked nervous. I tried to
massage his back so he would lay still because otherwise it was only a matter
of time before Grandpa accidentally jabbed him with something. I could tell
that Otis was pissed. “I know it hurts, you sonabitch, lay fucking still!”

“Can we do anything?” I asked.

“No, it’s the infection that’s hurting him and causing the problem. He’s just
gonna be a cocksucker about it all.” I held Otis, despite his best efforts,
and his thigh was finally finished.

I rolled him over onto his stomach. I straddled his back just over the bottom
of his ribs. I put a gentle but firm hand over the pressure points on the back
of his neck. He lay mostly still for Grandpa at that point. The message was
pretty clear and he was obeying, for once. In exchange for his cooperation he
found that I would gently massage his back when he was tensing from the
stitches coming out. The comfort was distracting him from the task at hand.
After an eternity Grandpa was finished. I released Otis who looked around
and crawled under his sheets. I could tell the drugs were still working on him
albeit not as well as I had hoped. He lay down on his stomach, careful of his
wounds that were still oozing blood. I gently pulled the quilt up over him and
smoothed his hair. I knew he was annoyed but also understood that this was
necessary and that he had to deal with it. I lay next to him petting him. We
both dozed off at some point.

Baby burst through the door. “Hey Otis, I got ya a present.” She thrust a
terrified cheerleader into the room. He slowly sat up in bed. “Her name is
Valerie Green, but can’t do a fucking thing to cheer me up.” I loved Baby’s
tantrums. I had also decided to sit up.

“Fuck you, you bitch!” The girl screamed. This gathered both Otis’s and my
attention.

“Ya know, Otis, maybe you should cut her tongue out. Keep her quiet.” The
woman was terrified at that point.

“I think that’s a great idea.” His voice was raspy from sleep but just as deadly.
It sent a thrill through me that finally we would have some fun. He painfully
climbed to his feet and began loving towards the terrified girl. I reclined back
and began to watch the show. Tonight was October 29th. It was only a few days
until Halloween…I’m sure we would have plenty to keep our minds busy with for
the holiday.

I watched Otis gather his strength over the next couple of days. I’m sure that his
favorite day impending had nothing to do with it. He stuck close to his room
though. I figured he was probably still sore. He had a bit of trouble sitting and
going up and down the stairs. But I knew in no time he would be healthy and
happy. He would be back to his old self again and life would continue in the house.
I heard the phone ring. “Hello?”

“R.J? It's Dad. Tell Baby that some toys are headed your way. I sent them to the
Doctor Satan tree. Speaking of which, how’s Whitey?”

I rolled my eyes. “He’s okay.” I never really had much to vocalize.

“Good, well you kids have fun.” I hung up the phone and turned to Otis who was
already stalking around the girl. He would be thrilled. I distracted him for a
moment and beckoned to him. He left his cowering prize to see what I wanted.
I grabbed his arms and kissed him passionately. Then I let him go. It meant
more than words can offer. I was releasing him if he wanted to go. He knew
what I was doing. I closed my eyes for a long second. He nuzzled in my chest
suddenly. I nearly swept him up in a hug but gently held him close to me. We
would always be close but I knew he was the spirit of independence of the
household. He was a free bird I could never chain. But I knew so long as I
wanted him he would be there. And he was always there waiting for me. It is
kind of funny that even though scars come from hurt and pain that they can also
bring people together for a lifetime.
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Ok kiddies, that’s it for Scars. But don’t worry none, there will be plenty of
other Rufus and Otis adventures. I will even continue this fic if someone out
there wants to see more Rufus/Otis smut. Thanks for all of your reviews!