Learning to Walk, a City Hospital Novel

by Zachary, Drew

  Kit laughed. “It is, isn’t it?” He wasn’t sure he’d ever get past how cool it was to just put one foot ahead of the other and propel his body.

  “Yes. It is.” Neil rolled his eyes. “Your mind is still on that bike, though.”

  “A little,” he had to admit. He turned to look at it again. “It sure is pretty. Way prettier than mine was.”

  A hot looking guy in biking leathers strolled up to the bike, giving them a nod. “You admiring my baby?”

  Kit nodded back and grinned. “I am. He’s not too sure. It’s really nice looking. How does she ride?”

  “Like a dream.” The guy looked him up and down. “You wanna go for a spin?”

  “No, thank you.” Kit said with a smile. He didn’t even glance at Neil, and he didn’t respond to the once over other than with short burst of flattered amusement. “I don’t like to worry my boyfriend.”

  “Well, that’s a damn shame.”

  Neil snorted but didn’t say anything.

  Kit grinned. “But thanks anyway. She looks like she goes like a bat out of hell.” He offered his hand to Neil. “Ready to keep walking?”

  Neil’s hand slid into his. “Yeah. If you’re sure you don’t want to take a spin on the speedkiller thing.”

  “Streetfighter,” Kit said mildly. He nodded to the biker with another smile. “Have fun.”

  “If you change your mind…” The guy gave him a wink and put on his helmet, attention going back to his bike.

  Kit shook his head and chuckled a s he started to walk away, taking Neil with him. “If I do ride, it won’t be like that,” he said quietly, just for Neil to hear. “I promise.”

  “Yeah?” Neil looked happy at that.

  “Yeah.” Kit nodded. “Not a bike like that, not a guy like that, and certainly not with a come on like that.” That part had been funny, really, but maybe not to Neil.

  “So... no regrets that you ditched me as your therapist so we could do this?” Neil waved a hand in the air.

  Kit snorted and shook his head. “No, of course not. You?”

  “No, I’m glad you did it. I’m glad we didn’t have to wait any longer than we did.”

  “If you recall, I didn’t think we had to wait even that long,” Kit said with a grin. “You held me off.”

  “It was the right thing to do!”

  “I was very frustrated,” Kit pointed out, teasing. “Exceedingly so. I spent a lot of time jerking off. It was all your fault.”

  “There are worse things to be responsible for. Or doing.”

  Kit laughed, delighted. “So true.” He looked around and tried to remember exactly where they’d left the car at the start of their wander. “I think this walk is just about over.”

  “Of course it is.” Neil looked like butter wouldn’t melt in his mouth.

  Kit peered at him. “You got me hot on purpose.”

  “Nope.” Neil grinned. “But the minute you start talking about sex, it’s time to go home.”

  “True.” Kit laughed and headed them toward the car. “You know me so well.”

  “I do.” Neil stopped and pulled on his hand, bringing him back to where his lover was standing. “I do.”

  Kit looked at him. “So serious.”

  “I am serious. I know you. And I love you, okay?”

  “I’m glad.” Kit touched Neil’s cheek. “I love you, too. And I’m glad you know me.”

  “Okay.” Neil grinned suddenly. “We can go now. I just needed to make sure you were paying attention to that.”

  “I always pay attention to the most important parts.” Kit kissed him, not caring that they were in the middle of the sidewalk. Neil kissed him back, arms going around his waist, tongue sliding between his lips.

  They were really going to have to get to somewhere else soon. Standing and walking were all well and good, but Neil made Kit’s knees weak and he didn’t want to fall -- it would make Neil worried and the sex would lose priority. He kissed Neil back, though, because not to was unthinkable.

  A low wolf-whistle sounded and Neil pulled away, color high but eyes happy. “Come on. I’m taking you home before I forget how to drive.”

  “Uh-huh.” Kit liked the sound of that. “Home is where the bed is. Let’s go.”

  Laughing, Neil fell into step with him.

  ***

  Kit kept his hands to himself while Neil drove them back to the apartment. He wasn’t sure when he’d started thinking of Neil’s place as the apartment rather than Neil’s, and he chose not to look too closely at that. It was, after all, not where he lived.

  The keeping his hands to himself part of the ride was a given -- Neil would get very, very cranky if Kit caused him to break any traffic laws, and a cranky Neil wasn’t part of the goal.

  The goal, of course, was a lot of kissing and loving. That was usually the goal, but it really was just then, after seeing that pretty bike and having some kind of breakthrough in their relationship. Kit really wanted to get a lot of loving in right then.

  They made it there without any moving violations and even all the way into the apartment. Once there, however, Kit let restraint go and barely let Neil get his shoes off before backing him into the wall and kissing him, hard. Neil’s arms wrapped around him, his kiss somewhat -- but only a little -- marred by the way Neil was laughing at him.

  “Stop that,” Kit admonished. “If you laugh, I’ll laugh, and then we’ll need to regroup.”

  “You make me happy, Kit.” Neil rubbed their noses together. “Laughing is a good thing. And you being able to push me up against the wall as soon as we get in is a good thing, too.” Neil’s hands slid along his back, slowly up and down.

  “So pushy is good now?” Kit grinned and pushed a little more firmly. He nuzzled into Neil’s neck and kissed there, teasing the skin with his tongue.

  Neil’s head fell to the side, offering him more skin. “That you can do it? God, yes.”

  Kit hummed happily and kept licking and kissing, then dragged his teeth lightly over the area. “It’s all good. You’re good.” It was like all his brain cells went offline when he was tasting Neil’s skin.

  “Yeah, except we should move this to the couch at least.” Neil fondled his ass. “You make my knees weak.”

  Kit was glad that Neil had suggested it -- he knew that his own knees would go weak in fairly short order. But the couch wasn’t nearly the big flat surface Kit was longing for. “Bed?” he countered.

  Neil grinned and took his hand. “Yeah, the bed would be better. I wasn’t sure how much in a hurry you’d be.”

  “I’m almost always in a hurry -- I count on you to put the brakes on.” Kit kissed him again, then stepped back. “Which isn’t a suggestion, by the way. Merely an observation.”

  Neil laughed again, changing their pace up and taking almost mincing, slow steps along the hall. It wasn’t a long one, but it was going to take them forever to get to the bedroom at the rate they were going.

  “Don’t make me pick you up and carry you,” Kit threatened. “My physiotherapist would be pissed.”

  “I wouldn’t let you!” Neil sounded scandalized at the thought, but he did pick up his pace, so Kit counted it as a win.

  Kit grinned and followed, one hand on Neil’s ass. He’d have to remember that one for very special occasions. He gave Neil’s butt a squeeze and moved a little quicker, too; there was, after all, an ultimate goal in sight.

  Neil didn’t dillydally, going straight for the bed and starting to tug off his T-shirt. It made Kit smile. He stood and watched for a moment, liking the sight of skin being revealed. He tugged his own shirt free of his jeans and popped the button at his waistband, his gaze still on Neil.

  Neil undid his jeans and started pushing them down over his hips. He stopped, however, when he looked up and saw Kit still dressed. “What?”

  “You’re gorgeous. I like looking at you.” Kit smiled at him and gestured for him to keep going, please.

  Color rising on his cheeks, Neil
pushed his jeans, and the underwear beneath them, down.

  “Nice.” Kit looked his fill until his fingers twitched, wanting to touch. “Get on the bed,” he suggested, trying not to make it sound like an order.

  “Yes, Boss.” Neil gave him a wink and climbed up onto the bed. “But only if you hurry up and get naked, too.”

  Kit nodded. He could do that. In a moment or two he’d managed to strip down without tripping over anything at all and he joined Neil on the bed, reaching for him and petting down Neil’s side to his thigh, then back up the inside of his leg. “You really are beautiful.”

  “I’m glad you think so.” Neil reached for him, fingers finding both his nipples and stroking them.

  Kit struggled not to close his eyes and just leech up all the touching he could get. He took Neil’s prick in his hand and stroked slowly, weighing it and squeezing oh-so-gently. Soon enough things would heat up and get faster, but for now nice and slow was perfect.

  Neil hummed for him, hips pushing the hard cock along his palm. A little pinch to his right nipple was followed up by the slow glide of Neil’s hands down his chest. He responded by stroking a little harder, his fingers brushing Neil’s balls before toying with his cock again. With a series of kisses, Kit urged Neil to lie flat on his back.

  Neil shifted like he wanted, hands wrapping around his arms to tug him along.

  “Easy,” Kit whispered. “I’ll take care of you.” He kissed Neil’s mouth, then placed a kiss on the center of Neil’s chest. His hand were busy touching everywhere he could, parting Neil’s legs so Kit could get to every inch.

  Neil spread easily for him, legs going wide.

  “So, so gorgeous,” Kit said again, praising Neil with more touches. He moved down the bed, kissing a line down Neil’s torso to his balls, which got a delicate lick or two. “Can you reach the lube?”

  “Huh? Oh. Yeah.” Neil’s body shifted, stretched.

  Kit took advantage, moving with his lover and brushing his fingers over Neil’s hole.

  “Kit!” Neil jerked, pushing back toward him for a moment before stretching again. Then relaxing, the tube of lube passed down to him.

  “Thank you.” Kit smiled at him and kissed the nearest piece of skin. He opened the tube and in a moment was sliding cool gel over Neil’s skin, his fingertips dipping into Neil’s opening.

  “Oh God. Love your touch, Kit. Love it.”

  Kit pushed one finger in and stroked slowly. “That’s good to hear.” He kisses Neil’s hip and kept playing, not rushing.

  Neil’s inner walls were hot and soft, at the same time gripping him hard.

  Kit added a finger and rolled slightly on the bed; his cock had been drilling into Neil’s lower leg. “Good?”

  “Yes.” Neil nodded, too, and reached out, fingers wandering randomly over his body.

  Pleased, Kit added a little more lube and fingered Neil’s ass. He glanced up at Neil’s face and then took Neil’s cock in his mouth and sucked lightly.

  Neil’s eyes went wide. “Kit...” Hips jerking, Neil grabbed at his shoulders.

  Kit took more of him in, letting the jerk of Neil’s hips set the pace for the moment. Cock in mouth, fingers in ass -- Neil could work himself between the two, and Kit would do his best not to get off on that alone. Then Neil started with the little moany noises and it was a close thing.

  Kit closed his eyes and concentrated hard. He felt inside Neil for the hard shape of his gland and sucked; he wouldn’t be able to keep this up for long without losing control of himself. Neil shouted -- it might have been his name, but it didn’t really matter -- and came, salt-bitter-good flowing into Kit’s mouth.

  Kit groaned and swallowed, then licked up what he missed. He crawled up Neil’s body, reversing his kiss-trail, and attached his mouth to share the flavor. Neil’s tongue swept into his mouth, arms and legs wrapping around him.

  Kit’s cock rode the slippery cleft of Neil’s ass until he had to tear his mouth away, gasping. “Neil. Oh God. Rubber.”

  Neil stretched beneath him again, which had his cock rubbing even more against Neil’s skin. Kit groaned and kissed him again, thrusting his tongue deep. He came up for breath and said it again. “Rubber. Need it, and fast.” His cock throbbed, slick and warm.

  “You loved me into incapable of fast.” Neil finally had a hold of the condom and got the package open.

  “Remind me to get ready first next time.” Kit knelt back -- carefully, still, making sure of his balance before letting go with his hands -- and reached for the rubber.

  “I’ll do it.” Neil ignored his hands and smoothed the rubber down his leaking cock.

  Kit shuddered, his hips curling and lifting into Neil’s touch. “I’ll go slow,” Kit said out loud, mostly for himself. “Won’t hurt you.”

  “I’m pretty relaxed.” Neil gave him a satisfied looking grin. Kit had put that look there.

  “Oh, good.” Kit breathed out and lined himself up. “I’m not sure just how slow I can be, really.”

  Neil looped an arm around his neck and pulled him down into a kiss so their mouths were fused together as he pushed into Neil’s body.

  Kit did his best not to surge forward, but it was difficult at best. He wanted nothing more than to bury himself in that tight heat, to feel Neil moving around him, and to finally find his release. He kissed Neil hard and stopped moving when he was buried balls deep, pausing to enjoy the sensation.

  Neil’s legs wrapped around him, heels digging into the small of his back. It was kind of hard to go slow when that was going on. Kit circled his hips, pressing himself even deeper before pulling out and starting the long glide back in. It was a good rhythm, one that teased at the edges of his orgasm without being the hard pounding he’d love to give Neil’s ass.

  Neil moaned, a blissful smile curving his lips. Taking that as an okay sign, Kit let himself go a bit faster, a little bit harder. He angled his hips and fucked Neil with short jabs until something sharp and hot uncurled at the base of his spine. “Oh God.”

  “Yeah. Yeah. Do it.” Neil’s heels dug in harder.

  “Neil.” Kit’s voice had gone rough without him even noticing it. All he was really aware of, completely involved with, was the feeling of his cock thrusting in and out of that tight tunnel. At Neil’s voice, though, he let go and moved, rocking and thrusting and pounding until the heat was crawling right up his spine. He was getting warm all over, and his legs were starting to shake. His balls lifted, heavy and he swore as he started to come, buried in Neil’s body.

  “Love you.” Neil’s words whispered through him, getting mixed up in his orgasm.

  Kit nodded, his whole body thrumming. He shook with the last of it, and fell into Neil’s embrace, panting. “Love you,” he echoed. “I do.”

  “You better. You gave up the best therapist in town for me.”

  A laugh was startled out of him, and Kit laughed. “I did at that. Totally worth it, though, if I get to keep you.”

  “You get to keep me.” Neil squeezed him tight, eyes suddenly serious. “Because I’m not letting go of you.”

  “Oh, good.” Kit kissed him softly. “I really like the sound of that.” It made him feel warm and safe, to hear it and to see Neil’s eyes.

  “Yeah, me, too.”

  Kit kissed him again, then dealt with the condom before snuggling up with Neil. “It feels right. More right than anything has been for months and months. Maybe years.”

  “I don’t remember anything ever being this right.” Neil held him, their legs twisting together.

  “Well, now it is. And from now we just go forward, yes?”

  “That’s the only way to go.” Neil drew in one breath and then another. “Do you think you’d like to move in?”

  Kit nodded. That was easy. “Yes. Do you think you’d like me to move in?”

  “I would. I think we can find a way to make this place ours instead of mine. I’m sure your father would be glad to see you go. Wait. That didn’t sound right.”
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  Kit laughed. “But it’s true. I’d lay even money on it.” His father had been so patient, but it was clear to both of them that it was time for Kit to spread his wings again.

  “Yeah, well, it’s all just excuses really. The truth is that I want you to live here with me. It would be like the cherry on the feels-right sundae.”

  “That’s an amazing image.” Kit laughed again and snuggled more. “Mmm. Cherries. Pop, pop, pop.”

  “God, you’re a nutjob, you know that?” Neil squeezed him. “My nut job.”

  Kit nodded happily. “All yours. Damage, baggage, and pushy attitude. You lucky, lucky guy.” He was pretty sure he was getting the better half of the deal.

  Neil laughed. “I am, you know. Lucky. I like you just the way you are -- always did, even when you couldn’t push me up against a wall.”

  “But now I can, and that’s hot.” Kit laughed. “We’ll try that sometime, when we’re not so fast at going off.” That would happen sometime, he was reasonably sure.

  ly sure oI don’t know... you and going off fast seem to be good buddies.” He could hear the laughter in Neil’s voice, felt him tense up to scoot away.

  Kit dug his fingers into Neil’s side and caught him before he could get too far away. “It’s because you’re you. It’s your fault. You’re so amazing I lose control.”

  “Oh, that’s a good comeback.” Neil kissed him, lips lingering against his, eyes drifting slowly closed. “You’re pretty amazing yourself, Kit Matheson.”

  “I think it’s us.” Kit held him close, feeling warm and drowsy. He watched Neil’s face, relaxed and calm, and nodded. “It’s us. We’re amazing together.”

  “We are.”

  They were. And that was something to hold onto tighter than anything else.

  Kit knew he would.

  End.

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