Rick gently picked up TC and walked slowly to their bed. Carefully he lay his lover down on the mattress. Pulling TC's T-shirt up his hands searched the toned body, finally resting just above the bruise. TC flinched as Rick stroked the purple mass over his ribs. He pushed Rick's hand away, covering the bruise.
"Pet, move your hands. I need to see if you broke any ribs." Rick coaxed.
"I'm OK, please don't touch it." TC whined.
"Obey me," he said softly.
TC pulled his hands back. Even in pain, he knew not to challenge that soft, steady tone.