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Love Wasn't Meant to Be Easy	By : LadyAlexiel Category: +S through Z > Simpsons Views: 2855 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the Simpsons nor any of the characters and I do not make any profit from these writings.

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There is going to be a sex scene with Burns and Smithers in this chapter just so you are warned! It’ll be towards the end of the chapter!

Chapter 2-

*Waylon’s POV*

I was in a hospital room next to Mr. Burns. I had been sitting by Monty’s beside for 24 hours now (having slept uncomfortably in the chair), and he had yet to wake up. I don’t even remember how I had gotten Monty to the hospital, everything was just a blur. I do vaguely remember someone was at the plant with us, the person’s voice was very familiar to me. Then again, I knew just about everyone in town so that didn’t help much at all! I kept trying to put a face to the name but couldn’t get myself to concentrate on that when Monty was lying on the bed, unconscious. Dr. Hibbert had treated him for radiation poisoning, and had said he should make a full recovery. I worriedly had asked if there was any permanent damage, but he said he wasn’t sure, only time would tell. I took Monty’s hand in both of mine, and lifted it to my lips to kiss it softly. I ran my lips around to his palm, then farther to rest on his wrist. My tongue slid along his vein, tasting the salt of his skin and his steady pulse. I heard someone clearing their throat loudly and jumped. I like up and saw Dr. Hibbert standing on the other side of the bed, a look of uncomfort on his face. I flushed darkly, dropping Burns’ hand to the bed and shifting my glasses on my face, trying to hide my embarrassment. ‘Everyone seems to know about us already! And it’s only been 24 hours since Homer let it spill to Lenny and Carl!’

“I just was coming to check up on Mr. Burns here.” Hibbert said, raising his eyebrows at my other had which was still grasping Burns’. I kept it there and tried to ignore his staring.

“I figured as much.” I murmured softly, sitting farther back in the chair and resting my head against the back. Dr. Hibbert went about his business, checking the monitors and replacing Monty’s IV. When he was doing that, Monty stirred on the bed and squeezed my hand slightly. My eyes opened and I sat forward, smiling lightly. “Mr. Burns…” I murmured softly, watching his eyes open and turn towards me. He sat up slowly, pulling his hand out of my grasp. I dropped my hand into my lap, watching as Dr. Hibbert checked to make sure Burns was alright.

“We should keep you here over night, just to make sure you are well.” Hibbert said, standing straight.

“Oh nonsense!” Monty grumbled, pushing his legs over the side of the bed. “Smithers! Help me up.” He ordered, I moved around the bed and gripped his elbow gently, helping him stand. He pulled away after a moment, wobbling only a little and looking triumphant. “See? I’m perfectly healthy! Now, where are my clothes?” He muttered, looking around the room. Hibbert scratched the back of his head, looking perplexed.

“Alright, alright!” He replied, shrugging his shoulders. “I guess I’ll let you leave now, but if you have any problems, I want you back here immediately. Fair?” He questioned and Monty grumbled something under his breath before nodding. Hibbert left the room, leaving the two of us alone. I found Monty’s clothes and began helping him into them.

“Um…Monty?” I questioned as I helped him button up his white shirt.

“Yes, Waylon?” He responded, reaching up to cup my cheeks, brushing his thumbs over the stubble on my chin. I closed my eyes, rubbing my face against his palms.

“I’m pretty sure everyone knows about us being together already, or at least that we kissed.” He leaned closer and kissed my lips. I kissed back deeply, wrapping my arms around his shoulders.

“If they do, we’ll just have to deal with it, together. Alright?” He whispered after we had pulled back. I nodded and stepped back slightly. “How long have I been out for anyway?”

“24 hours.” I responded, watching his eyes grow wide. “And who pray tell me, has been running the plant in all that time!!” He asked, raising his eyebrows at me.

“Um…well…” I muttered, scratching the back of my head and knowing he wouldn’t like the answer any way I put it. “I’m…not exactly sure…” I closed my eyes and waited for his inevitable anger. “I…was too worried about you to even thing about the plant. I’m…really sorry sir.” I said softly, swallowing hard. He didn’t speak at all, instead his arms wrapped around my neck and his face nuzzled the side of mine. My eyes opened and I blinked quickly, hesitantly sliding my arms around his back. “You’re…not mad?” I asked after a minute.

“No…I’m just surprised you would care about me so much that you would forget about the plant. Which is saying a lot because it means so much to you.” I chuckled slightly, pulling back to look into his eyes.

“Nothing means more to me than you do, Monty.” I said, watching a blush spread across his cheeks. “I love you so much…”

“And I love you, Waylon.” He replied, pulling me in for a kiss. After a minute, he pulled back and took my hand. “Let’s go home.”

“What about the plant?” I asked, watching as he smiled.

“It’s lasted without us for a whole 24 hours, another night won’t matter!” I laughed at that, letting him lead me out of the room and down the hall.

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*Monty’s POV*

As Waylon and I walked down the hallway hand-in-hand, I could see the looks of disgust people shot us. All I had to do was glare at them and they turned away quickly. I smirked as I sent one person running. I looked over at Smithers, hoping he hadn’t seen the looks of contempt on their face. From the smiles and happiness evident on his face, I highly doubted he did though. I let a small sigh of relief out, knowing he would find out what people thought of us soon, but for now I just wanted to see him happy! I followed Waylon out of the hospital, letting him lead me to the car. We both slid into the car, both being relatively silent as Smithers drove. I placed my hand on his leg and kept it there until we had made it to my house.

“Waylon?” I asked softly as we both got out of the car.

“Yes?” He replied, looping his arm with mine and leading me into the house. I pulled him down and whispered something in his ear, watching as his cheeks turned pink. “If…you feel up for it, alright.” He said and I smiled, leading him up to my bedroom. Once there we both stripped, not caring where they landed. I slid onto the bed, feeling the mattress dip down as Waylon joined me. I lay back, allowing him to slide over me, pressing our naked bodies together and kissing me deeply. Smithers pulled back after a minute, digging around in my bedside drawer to fnd what he needed. He then prepared himself quickly before sliding onto my erection.

I gasped at the pleasure and gripped his hips as he began moving on me. Waylon always kept the pace slow and easy, careful of my fragile body. My hands moved up to stroke his back briefly before they settled in his hair. I loved the feel of his hair, it was so soft and silky. I groaned as he leaned down to nibble on my ear, his tongue stroked my lobe teasingly. One of my hands moved down and gripped his erection, stroking it in time with Waylon’s thrusts downwards. He kept up this pace for quite a while, and when his breathing increased and sweat began beading on his forehead I spoke up.

“Waylon…you can go faster if you want to, I’m not so fragile that I can’t stand that!” He nodded and increased his pace, moaning heavily. I came first, crying out loudly, one hand gripped his hair tightly while the other spasmed slightly on his erection. He stopped when he felt me come and both of my hands gripped him, stroking him faster. Waylon’s breath came out in loud gasps. His hands rested on either side of my head, his cheeks were painted a light shade of pink, his eyes squeezed shut. I gripped him a little tighter, encouraged by his heady moans.

“M-Monty!!” He gasped, his body jerked slightly and I felt his warm seed spill onto my stomach. My hands kept moving until he collapsed forward, his head resting on my shoulder. After he was able to catch his breath, Waylon moved to lay next to me. I smiled at him, stroking his flushed face. I took off his glasses and sat them on the table next to the bed, then curled up against him. His arms wrapped around me and no words were said as we drifted off to sleep, basking in the warmth of our lovemaking.

Tbc

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