An "R-rated" excerpt from Triad:

Nick woke alone in his own room the next morning. He’d fallen into a black pit of sleep the second Eric had tucked him in last night, packing him off to dreamland with a gentle kiss on the shoulder. A quick glance at the clock told him it was closing in on ten. Groaning, he tried to sit up, but it was a losing battle. Ten hours of sleep, and he was still wiped out. Being exhausted all the time was starting to feel weirdly normal.

He waited a few minutes before making another attempt, and had just managed to swing his legs over the side of the bed when the door opened, and in came Eric, robe knotted loosely at his waist, carrying a breakfast tray. The heavenly aroma of fresh-brewed coffee made Nick sigh in sweet anticipation.

"I knew you’d be waiting for this." Eric poured two cups and brought them over, then sat down beside him. "Sorry I wasn’t here when you woke up. Allison’s had a rough morning."

"Is she okay?"

"She will be. She’s had some tea, and now she’s going to try and get a couple more hours’ sleep."

"Oh." He couldn’t help letting his disappointment show, though he regretted the syllable the moment it was out of his mouth. "I was hoping to get back to the hospital sooner than that."

"No need. I’ve already called, and your mother’s going to be having tests run all morning. So there’s not much point in us showing up until after lunch."

"How’d you get them to give you all that information?"

"Easy." He grinned. "I pretended I was you."

Well, of course. Eric never let a little technicality like the truth get in his way. "I’ve been thinking of what’s going to happen once they release her. She’ll need physical therapy for her leg, maybe speech therapy, too, and who knows what else. I don’t want to send her to a convalescent home, but I don’t see any way around --"

"I think you’re getting a little ahead of yourself," Eric cut in, "but I can see where you’re going. And there’s no reason she needs to go to a convalescent home. We can get a private duty nurse to take care of her, and there are plenty of therapists willing to do house calls for the right amount of money. I promise you, she’ll get the best possible care."

Nick tried to come up with the right response, but there was only one thing he could think to say. "Thank you," he murmured. "I really appreciate this... and everything else you’ve done for her these past few years."

"You’re both my family, Nick. I’ll do everything in my power to take care of you."

Coffee mugs now hastily set aside, Eric wrapped his arms around Nick’s waist and drew him close, their lips meeting in a slow, deep kiss. Nick let out a broken sob and fell back against the mattress, pulling his husband along with him. Hands dropping to Eric’s waist, Nick fumbled with his belt until it loosened at last, burgundy silk flowing away to reveal smooth, bare skin. He fastened his lips on his favorite spot, the softly-beating pulse in Eric’s throat, flicking his tongue, worrying it lightly with his teeth. The familiar hitch in Eric’s breath told him he was on the right track, until Eric pulled away, eyes sparkling with mischief. "Let’s not get started on something we won’t finish."

"Oh, I have every intention of finishing it."

"But I have something different in mind." His hand traveled downward, grasping Nick’s half-hard cock, stroking slowly at first, then faster, bringing Nick to the brink of orgasm before easing off. He did it again, and then once more, until he had Nick panting like a racehorse, both hands twisted in the sheets, doing multiplication tables in his head to keep from losing it. It was the sweetest agony Nick had experienced in a long time, and he didn’t want it to stop.

"You like this, don’t you?" Eric teased, dipping down for a moment to lick away the pearl of pre-come pooled at the tip of Nick’s cock.

"Y-You like it even more." At Eric’s inquiring look, he added, "Being in control, I mean."

"Is that a complaint?"

"I’m not stupid." He grinned. "So are you gonna blow me now, or just keep on teasing me till Ally wakes up?"

"Now who’s in control?" A familiar spark of challenge flickered in Eric’s eyes, and Nick found himself in precisely the right mood to take him up on it.

"All right, then," he growled. "Get down there and suck me."