but knew that it would just lead to his dick becoming hard and then things would never get done. So he climbed out of bed and into his waiting wheelchair.
He went into the living room first and powered up the computer so that music was playing quietly throughout the apartment. He started each day with music and it was generally the last thing he heard each night before falling asleep. Then he quickly wiped the tub clean and ran a shallow bath. After he was cleaned with his hair washed, he brushed his teeth while still in the tub…it was just much neater that way. Then he placed a towel in his chair and grabbed another which he used to dry off.
He wheeled naked into the darkened bedroom; the only light streaming in from the slats of the drawn blinds as the sun rose. He dressed quickly in fresh boxers and then worked his feet into his jeans. Before pulling them up he strapped on his braces and then stood, using the wall and dresser as support. Once his pants were pulled up he searched for an acceptable shirt and then pulled on white athletic socks. Lastly he laced up his Nike’s and touched the stubble on his chin. He considered brushing his hair while it was still wet where he could work the knots out easily and then dismissed it as too much trouble.
He hurried into the living room and put on Robin’s song; the special one that he’d just made for her and then wheeled back into the bedroom to wake her with gentle kisses to her eyelids. She jumped a little but smiled at the proximity of his face to hers. He tried to kiss her lips but she covered her mouth.
“Morning breath,” she murmured. Then she slipped out of his arms and hurried to the bathroom where she quickly peed and then brushed her teeth. When she returned to the bedroom Jason was still lolling on the bed waiting for her. She stood there looking down at him; naked but not as self conscious as she once was. He watched her with appreciation.
“Stand up.” She said. He slid to the end of the bed and she gave him her hand which he used to pull himself up into a standing position. When he was able to look down at her he pulled her into his arms, wobbling just a little. She held him until he was steady. His hands cupped her ass and rubbed her before he leaned forward to kiss her.
“Good morning.” He said between kisses. “How’d you sleep?”
“Like a baby.” She held him against her nude body feeling decadent being naked while he was dressed. “I got to get dressed!” She exclaimed. He nodded slowly.
“I need to have a seizure. Just help me sit down.”
Her heart jumped at his almost casual words, but she did as he asked, lowering him to the bed, trying to feel as neutral about it as he sounded. Once he was back onto the bed he lay on his back and stretched out almost leisurely. His body then eased into the seizure quietly; as if by agreement that if he didn’t fight it, then it would be as un-evasive as possible. She collected her clothing while keeping one eye on him and jumped when she heard his quiet laughter. It got louder and she walked over to the bed and stared at him, her cloths still bunched in her arms.
He chuckled, his lips curled up into a pleased smile. He just lay there, eyes closed and chuckling. When they finally opened he noted that Robin was in her panties and bra and slipping her shirt over her head. The world continued even when time stopped for him. The last thing he remembered seeing was her beautiful nude body standing over him and now she was sitting on the edge of the bed partially dressed and watching him.
“I don’t know if I’ll ever get used to that chuckling seizure.”
He was still smiling. “I know, it’s strange. Not sure why I do it.” He sat up. “Coffee? Because I can sure use it.” He still hadn’t completely revived from the tiresome seizure. But she knew that he would shortly and when it happened