Chapter Thirty-Two #2
“Nah, this weather’s in the way,” Rye says.
“Besides, Lowell has some old physical injuries that act up when it’s wet and cold, and some emotional struggles this time of year too.
We’d thought if the weather was good, working toward a goal would help him, but it’s rain, rain, go away all day, every day. Not unexpected for November.”
The drizzle thickens as if to demonstrate, and we’re both huddling beneath the umbrella now, trying to stay dry. “I guess we all have our struggles.”
“Life ain’t all roses, that’s for sure. But don’t let yourself burn out,” Rye says, squeezing my arm. “Reach out for help, alright?”
I don’t want to be like Dan and say I can do this on my own, so I agree.
But deep down, I know I won’t ask for more help.
So many people are already doing so much, and I don’t see how I can possibly ask anyone to do more.
It’s my responsibility to take care of Dan, just like my dad took care of my mom, and I’ll see it through.
“Thanks, Rye,” I say instead, as a compromise. “You’re a good friend.”
“So are you.” He lifts a brow at me as I put the umbrella down and move to get into the car. “Have you told Dan about the GoFundMe yet?”
“Oh, hell no,” I say, fitting my long legs inside. “I will straight up murder him if he suggests that accepting the money would interfere with the purity of his healing or some bullshit.”
That brings a hearty laugh from Rye. “Oh, yeah. For real. And I’ll help you bury the body.”
“Deal.”
He taps the top of the car and then shuts the door for me, darting over in the misty rain to the car he’s borrowed from Lowell. There are a lot of things I’ve learned in the last couple of weeks, but one of the best is that it’s good to have a friend like Rye.
*
Dan
It’s been almost two weeks since my dick has even had a twinge of morning wood, much less any kind of real arousal.
So, it comes as a surprise to me that I start to chub up as soon as Sejin walks through the door with his hair in a wet, messy bun, arms full of groceries, and his cheeks flushed from the cold.
I get even harder as he toes off his shoes, and his ass pushes out a little with the effort.
Oh, hello there , I think at my dick. Nice to see you’re still willing to join the party.
If my right-hand man is working again, then my days might be a little less boring. Porn is plentiful and orgasm is always an entertaining endeavor.
“Hey, Doc,” I call from where I’m stretched lengthwise on the couch.
Sejin puts ice cream in the freezer, and some fruit in the fridge. “Hey, yourself,” he answers.
He sounds distracted and tired, which is his new normal, and since that’s my fault, I feel like I owe it to him to cheer him up. “Wanna suck my dick?”
Sejin whirls around, fridge door still open, and gives me an appraising look. “Really? Now?”
“Anytime is good for me,” I say. It’s hard to keep my head turned at this angle to see his face. “Whenever you’d like. And, in exchange, I’ll finger your ass, and then maybe, if you’re really careful, you can ride me.”
Sejin blinks rapidly, pushes his loose locks of hair behind his ears, and checks out all the grocery bags. He puts a few more things in the refrigerator and freezer. Then he comes around to stand in front of the couch.
“Show me,” he demands as he shucks the coat he hasn’t had time to remove. He tosses it on the floor, followed by his long-sleeve Papa Bear shirt and cozy undershirt. He starts unbuttoning his jeans. “I want to see.”
I shove my track pants down—or they were track pants until Sejin cut the left leg for my cast. Now I guess it’s a track pant . I wrap my fist around the base of my cock. It’s hard for real now, and I grin down at it. “It’s nice, huh? Strokes you just right inside.”
“Yeah,” Sejin says a little breathlessly.
He tugs out his loose bun so his hair spills over his shoulders and down to cover his brown nipples.
He works his jeans off and leaves them pooled at his feet.
The cats scatter like they know what’s coming.
And they should. We did this often enough before my injury.
“Lube,” he says under his breath, hooking his fingers in his tented underwear, and pushing them down too. “I’ll get it.”
He kicks off the briefs, leaving the room with long strides that make his cock wag and send his hair streaming behind him.
I love that we aren’t using condoms anymore.
Before the injury, I got a rush every time I even thought about fucking him raw or vice versa.
Now that fizzy, giddy excitement is back.
Though, I think with my leg, I’ll be the only one leaving my jizz inside anyone for at least a few weeks—which is fine by me because I think that’s more my kink than his.
Still, I’ll miss getting fucked. It’s a good sensation that I try not to go too long without.
Fucking injury.
Fucking fall.
I flash to a moment on the wall. I think it’s from that day.
I’m flowing up, breathless, zoned in on the holds, and then boom.
I’m back on the sofa with my cock hard as a rock.
Sejin’s standing in front of me with lube in one hand and his own dick in his other.
He’s breathing hard. He’s so fucking beautiful.
It’s been too many weeks since I was able to show him how much I want him.
“Yes,” I encourage, as he crawls toward me on the sofa, shoving all the gathered accoutrements of my life as an invalid onto the floor without care.
Tissues, the remote, some journals, a book, my phone, a half-eaten bag of chips—all on the floor.
Then he’s carefully moving until he’s over me, his long hair dragging over my skin, giving me goosebumps, and his lips skimming over my chest, and neck, and up to my mouth before he sits back on his heels, a worried expression on his face.
“What’s wrong?” I ask, reaching for him, careful not to jostle my leg.
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t,” I urge, pulling him toward me. “Straddle me. Carefully.”
He does and our dicks rub against each other. I take them both in my hand, squeezing lightly. He tosses his head back, and I push his hair over his shoulders, going for his nipples with my fingers.
“Danny,” he whimpers. “Want me to suck you?”
“No,” I grunt, knowing I’ll come way too fast if he gets his mouth on my cock. I squeeze our dicks again, looking at the purple head of mine against the flushed, darker head of his. “I want inside you.”
“Now?”
“Yeah, now.”
He reaches for the lube and lifts up onto his knees, reaching behind to smear it across his hole.
He takes my dick in hand and slicks up the length of it.
The coolness dampens my lust, but his firm strokes encourage it again.
He kisses me as he positions himself on his feet, squatting on the couch so that he’s at the right angle for penetration.
I close my eyes, letting him do the work of the kiss, accepting his lips and tongue as he sees fit.
My mouth has healed up enough that I can kiss him easily now, so long as I’m careful with my teeth.
I grunt as he drops his ass onto my straining cock and my dick presses inside his slick, tight hole.
“Shh,” I hush, as he pulls away from the kiss to concentrate on taking my thickness. His brows furrow, his mouth opens, and his chest flushes up to his neck.
“That’s it,” I mutter, trying hard not to thrust up into him, both for his comfort and my own. I know any movement I make is going to make my leg protest angrily. I want to enjoy this, not lose my hard-on to the pain.
And I am enjoying it. Watching Sejin taking his time working down onto my cock, his muscles flexing, his head tilting back…
It’s the best thing I’ve seen since I woke up in that hospital bed.
I want to lick his nipples but know that’d be too much movement on my part.
I take them between my forefinger and thumb, pinching with each of his shuddery breaths.
“Ah, fuck,” he curses as his hole envelops me in delicious heat all the way down. “I’ve missed this.”
“Me too.”
“Watch those teeth,” he mutters, as he comes down for another kiss. His hair drapes around us, flowing over my face and shoulders.
I kiss him carefully, making sure to keep my sharp, chipped teeth away from his soft lips and tongue.
Then I kiss him less carefully…until he gasps and pulls back, his eyes shiny with lust and a small bit of blood on his lower lip.
I tug him back down and lick it away, and he kisses me again.
His tongue chases mine, and our breaths come in heaving and hard.
He hasn’t moved since he settled on me, just squatted on my cock, squeezing around me as he kissed my mouth.
But now he does. Hands on my shoulders, he lifts up slowly and lowers again.
His head falls back, his throat exposed.
I lean forward, jolting my leg, but I don’t care.
I need his nipples. I get one in my mouth and tease it with my tongue before checking his reaction to my broken teeth there.
He goes very still and moans. I feel the spurt of pre-cum between our bodies.
“Fuck,” he groans. “Careful.”
I rub the sharpness of my tooth over his tender peak.
He hitches around me, his asshole clenching on my dick.
Switching sides, I do the same to his left, and then to his right again.
He breathes in that tight, compressed way that tells me he’s about to break into either orgasm or tears.
So, I pull back, grip his hair in both hands, and tug him into a kiss again.