Chapter Two #2
“Sure,” he says, and I’m not sure if he’s answering me or he’s gained the ability to read minds and is agreeing that I have a one-way ticket to hell.
Either way, I help him into the bathtub and sit him down on the stool.
Felix, keep your eyes up.
“Can I take your sunglasses off?”
“No.”
“You’re going to take a shower with your sunglasses on?” I ask.
“Yep.”
“No, you’re not,” I say as I snatch them off and set them on the counter.
It’s my first time seeing him without the sunglasses since he always has them on when I leave the bedroom at night and back on when I arrive in the morning.
His head is turned away from me, probably so I can’t see him, but I can tell that his eyes are cloudy.
The skin around his eyes is damaged like it was burned.
The burns are worse directly under his eyes, especially near the tear ducts.
With the sunglasses on, I could barely see the edges of the burns, which is probably why he always wears them.
I pull the showerhead down as he reaches up for it.
“No. What if you spray your wounds?” I ask.
“I won’t. I’m not brain-dead.”
“You will be if you don’t shut up,” I say as I tip his chin back and run the water over his hair.
He then proceeds to act like his life is over as I wash his hair.
Once I have finished rinsing his hair, I put the showerhead in his hand.
“There, now you can wash whatever you want. Just don’t scrub your dick raw, I don’t want to bandage that as well. ”
He turns the showerhead so quickly that I don’t have time to stop it and sprays me in the face. “Oh sorry, it slipped.”
I rub the water out of my eyes. “That was not funny,” I say as I hunt around for a towel to wipe my face off with.
“I don’t know, I thought it was funny.”
Once I have wiped the water from my face, I sit on the sink counter and I wait, sort of glad, sort of sad that there is a shower curtain between us.
Because if there wasn’t, I’m not sure I could have kept an erection at bay.
It has been far too long since I’ve had evening company.
And never have I had company that looked like him before.
“Are you done playing with your ducky yet?” I ask as I turn to the shower curtain.
“What, do you want to help?”
Yes, please. “Funny,” I say as I yank the curtain back. “I’m missing my favorite show for you.”
“What’s that? Big Breasted Nuns ?”
“No, but I heard that was renewed for an extra season,” I say sarcastically as I turn the water off and reach for his towel.
He smirks. “Of course you’d be into that kind of stuff.”
“You’d be surprised what I’m into,” I say as I dry him off none too gently.
“Are you drying me off with sandpaper?” he asks as he tries to grab for the towel.
“Nope, with love,” I say.
“I feel bad for the person you fall in love with,” he says, and I can’t help but laugh.
I reach in and grab his arm as I help him from the stool onto the edge of the tub. Then he swings his legs over while batting me off like I’m a gnat. I ignore him as I grab his clothes and move toward him.
“Nah, I’d rather be naked.”
Does this man insist on tempting me?
“I have been naked this entire time, so you might as well,” I joke as I take his hand and pull him up so I can lower him into the wheelchair.
After he brushes his teeth, I try to look anywhere but at him as I wheel him into his bedroom.
I know he’s just trying to gross me out or get me to leave or something, but he is causing the complete opposite effect.
I wheel him up to his bed, but by the time I put the locks in place, he’s clawing his way up onto his bed with his one good hand and leg.
“What kind of work did you do? Or were you so in love with yourself that you just worked out in front of a mirror while jacking off?” I ask as I throw the blanket over him, all the way up over his face.
“Why don’t you put that mouth of yours to good use instead of just annoying me,” he suggests as he pulls the blanket down.
WHAT? “Really? You do know I’m a male, right?” I ask.
“If you have a problem with it you know where the door is,” he says with a smirk. Oh…he thinks he’s going to get rid of me by playing the gay card? Two can play that game.
“Don’t worry, I don’t. Actually…I’ll help you with that problem, for the right price,” I joke.
He laughs as he turns his head in my direction. “Oh, so now my babysitter is going to prostitute himself?”
“Oh, you’d be surprised what I’d do for a little bit of money.”
“Ten bucks,” he jokes.
I stare at him like he’s an idiot before realizing that he can’t see my expression. “I’m sorry, but I’m not that cheap,” I say.
He grins. “Sorry, that’s all I’m offering. I’m afraid your sex will be as good as your cooking.”
I can’t help but laugh. “Oh! Not funny. I will tell you that sex with me is hopefully better than my cooking.”
He laughs. “You’re honestly not going to run? I was just joking in hopes of disgusting you, but…if you’re offering.”
“No, you asked. I must be a good babysitter and do as I’m told. Can’t get fired now, can I?” I ask as I crawl up onto his bed. I’m half expecting him to tell me to fuck off.
But he has this smug little grin on his face like he knows I’m not going to do it, while I’ve got a grin on my face while waiting for him to tell me to stop.
But he doesn’t, so I straddle his waist and lean up to his face.
After the shower I just witnessed, this sounds like the perfect end to my night.
Otherwise, it would have just been me and my hand.
“Fine, tough guy,” I whisper in his ear. “But if you lock me out of this house again, I swear I’ll strap you to the toilet and leave you there.”
“I look forward to it,” he says. “Now come on. Stop putting it off and show me what that mouth of yours is really better used for.” He reaches out, moving his hand around until he touches my head and tries to push it down.
“You better be careful, or I will bite,” I warn as I slide down his body, careful to avoid his leg. I run my tongue over his nipple, taking it between my teeth and pulling on it.
“Ow,” he says while trying to bat me away.
I laugh as I move down to his waist and lick the area his jeans would lay. I slide my hands up his thighs, but I’m careful to avoid his cock on all sides. I am too busy admiring the tightness of his muscular legs.
“Are you just going to be a tease?” he asks.
“You’re only paying ten dollars so I’m giving you ten dollars’ worth of my time.”
“Fine, twelve.”
“Funny,” I say as I slide my hand up his good leg.
“Fifteen,f and that’s my final offer. I would have more to give you, but you wasted all my money when you threw out all that food.”
I sigh, like I’m really annoyed. “Fine, I’ll do it, but this is my donation to the handicapped,” I say. “It’ll be my good deed for the year.”
He laughs until I run my tongue over the tip of his cock.
That shuts him up real fast. I swirl my tongue around the tip before taking the head in my mouth, which makes him groan.
The noise sends excitement down my body, like I can finally get him to acknowledge or want me the way I have wanted him since I met him.
Teasingly, I slide my hand down to his testicles and tug them gently.
I move my mouth down as my tongue runs over him.
I can feel him growing hard in my mouth as I slide my other hand down to rub the base of his cock.
Pulling my mouth away, I run my fingers up from his testicles over his cock, allowing my fingers to dance over it so softly.
I feel him fight to keep from rubbing against me.
I move my body up to his, allowing his erection to rub lightly against my body as I slide up until I am eye-to-eye with him.
I lean over to his ear and bite his earlobe.
“Want to have sex?” I ask. If he says no, I’m not sure I’ll even bother to finish him off. I’ll go cry in my room. I wanted him now. I needed him inside of me.
“How much is that going to cost me?” he asks, turning his head a bit in my direction.
I grin, already knowing that I have won this game. “First one’s free,” I say, nipping his neck. I lick and suck at the red mark I’ve created, causing the color to deepen.
“Oh, I’ve never been a man to turn down something free,” he says as he reaches for me.
His hand feels its way up my arm until he finds my T-shirt.
He tugs it up, so I help him get it off me.
Then he runs his hand down my stomach until he catches my jeans.
I feel his hands move over my pants in search of the button, so I reach down and help him.
As he pushes them down, I lean back, so I can pull them off.
“You have any condoms or lubricant?” he asks.
“Yeah. You don’t have any in here?”
“Maybe…somewhere.”
“How can you not know where it is? Don’t you ever get laid?”
“Not in my house.”
“You a one-night-stander?” I ask as I grudgingly get up.
He doesn’t answer me, so I head back to my bedroom and dig through my bag until I find what I need.
It took me a bit since it’d been a while since I had even needed any of this stuff.
I wasn’t much of a commitment person so any sex that I wanted, I had to hunt for.
And most of the time I’m just too damn lazy to look.
I head back to the bedroom where Lane is waiting for me.
I can tell he knows I’m there by the tip of his head, so his ear is closer to me.
But for a moment I just admire the man as he sits up on the bed completely naked.
His body is still slightly damp from the shower, the water glistening on his chest. His cock is hard and ready because of me.
The sight is enough to make me want to rush ahead, get to the best part.
Jumping onto the bed like I’m a child, I say, “Found them,” as I smack his face with the pack.
“They expired?” he asks as I crawl up onto his lap.
“Probably,” I say. “You can’t see, so it doesn’t matter.”
“I’m not sure that’s how it works,” he says as he touches my stomach. His fingers feel around like he’s trying to get his bearings, so I grab his hand with my right one and slide it down to my groin.
“There, I thought you might need some help.”
“Not from you,” he says, but his fingers wrap around the base of my cock, massaging and stroking me gently.
I grab onto him, eager for the attention I’d gone too long without.
He grips me harder, making my hips jerk forward, eager for the friction of his skin against mine.
His fingers trail down my cock to the tip where his thumb slowly circles.
For a moment I’m lost in his touches, wishing to just allow my body to succumb to each stroke, to each movement.
I’m not used to being the one in charge of what comes next.
I rub some lubricant onto his hand, so he slides his hand down my back to my butt where he runs his finger over my entrance.
My body shivers in anticipation as his finger teasingly circles around it.
He slowly pushes a finger inside of me as I set the condom against his tip and roll it over his cock.
He pushes another finger inside of me, stretching and stroking me as I rub lubricant down his thick cock.
I lean forward and kiss his lips gently and though he kisses me back, I can tell he’s hesitant.
Each touch, each action is tentative as he tries to navigate a world where I can see everything that he cannot.
I moan as his hand finds my cock and strokes it gently. His other hand is busy sliding over my butt, fingers rubbing inside of me. His muscles are taut as he leans into me, lips finding my skin.
“Am I going to hurt your leg?” I ask even though I don’t want to. I don’t want to do anything that might stop this.
“No, it’s fine,” he says as he pulls his fingers out of me. My body instantly misses the pressure, but I know what he wants next, and the thought excites me as I settle myself above his waist.
I take his cock in my right hand and slowly lower myself down until just the tip is touching me, but I don’t go any farther. Slowly, I press down against his cock until his tip is pushing against me. I feel just the tip slide in as I push down harder.
“Oh shit, I haven’t had sex in a while,” I say since it’s really tight.
Slowly, I drive all the way down on him and hesitate, so I can grow used to him inside me.
The pressure is intense, making me grab onto him as my cock aches for his touch.
He leans forward until his lips brush my cheek and his hand sinks into my hair.
I open my mouth just enough to feel the touch of his tongue as his hand moves to my cock, touching me, relaxing me.
I slide up just a bit, loving the friction of him before pushing back down on him.
“I’m not hurting you, am I?” I ask.
“No, I think you may have cured me,” he says softly.
I can’t help but laugh. “Oh buddy, I ain’t that good,” I say. “If I was, I’d be worth more than ten dollars.”
He grins and thrusts up inside of me, making my back arch as I grip onto him.
I slide up, almost off him, before pushing back down as he goes deep inside of me.
His cock hits that perfect spot inside me, causing ecstasy to rush through me.
He moves his hips, pushing again against that spot and I moan as I grab onto him.
His hand rubs me just right and the feeling of him inside me pulls me over the edge. As he thrusts up into me, making me moan, I wish he could toss me down and fuck me harder. I grip tightly onto him as I feel his body tense as he moans.
Slowly, I slide up and off him. “Dammit, I broke a sweat. I hate working while fucking,” I say. “That’s why I usually just lie there and let someone else do the work.”
He snorts. “Aw, I almost feel bad for you,” he jokes.
I roll over onto my back as I stare up at the ceiling for a moment. I’m not quite sure what to do as we both lie in silent bliss.
“So…was it as bad as my cooking?” I ask, and Lane starts laughing harder than I’ve heard him laugh before.
“No, it definitely wasn’t bad,” he says with a grin.
“That’s good,” I say as I lean over him and reach for his shirt that’s on the floor, before wiping him off with it. “I used your shirt, hope you don’t mind. Do you need anything before I go to bed?”
“No. Just make sure you’re around for tomorrow night.”
“You’re so funny,” I say. “Good night.”
“Have a good night, Felix.”
I throw the blankets back over him, toss the condom in the trash and walk to the bathroom for a shower.